"Kurt…" the small brunette said after a long sobbing session by her friend about his relationship troubles.
"Hmm?" the boy asked his best friend.
Rachel sighed, "I'm sorry you didn't get the part of Tony."
Kurt tried to smile, "It's OK Rachie. Being Officer Krupke isn't that bad."
In truth Kurt was furious, and jealous. Not of Rachel, but of Blaine. Blaine was the one who got to be with Rachel on stage, spent evenings practicing with her. Kurt hadn't spent time with his female counterpart in weeks because she spent all her waking hours with Him.
True Kurt still loved spending time with his boyfriend, but Blaine was no Rachel. She understood him better than anyone; understood his views on physical intimacy, and romance. They had the same dream of being on Broadway. To be perfectly honest Kurt had no idea what Blaine wanted to do after high school.
"And I'm sorry that you and Blaine had a fight. You just weren't ready to take the relation ship to the next level."
"Rachel, I don't want to talk about it!"
And right now Kurt really didn't. Earlier that night they had gone to a bar called Scandals. Blaine had gotten drunk and spent the entire night dancing with Sebastian Smythe. Then Kurt and Blaine got into a really big fight about intimacy. That's why he had called Rachel, because he needed comfort. But the reason he was there was of little importance now.
Tonight was one of the rare nights she had been available for a sleepover. They were snuggled together on her bed just cuddling and enjoying each others company. Kurt's hand was raking through her soft brown hair gently massaging her scalp.
Kurt sighed "Rachel, do you mind if I try something?"
"Sure, what…?"
Before she could finish her question Kurt grasped her head and pulled her up his body so they were eye to eye.
Ever so softly he brought his lips to hers, and it felt…right. Sparks flowed from their connected lips and into his soul. Blood boiled where skin touched skin.
Pulling away he asked "Did that feel as right to you as it did for me?"
Rachel nodded, "I've never felt so connected to another person, so alive in my life."
He smiled his rare toothy smile, "May I kiss you again?"
"Yes please."
Their lips connected again, this time the spark was ten times stronger.
Kurt's hands traveled down her sides, making her shiver. His lips followed suit leaving a wet trail down her neck.
"Oh, Kurt…" Rachel moaned as he began to lightly suck on her neck turning them over so he was on top of her.
He pulled away, chuckling at Rachel's whimper at the loss.
"Rachel, I want you to listen OK?"
She nodded.
"I like you, for some indefinite reason. Maybe I'm not as gay as I thought I was, but I have always found you beautiful. I mean those close you wear are revolting. But that just makes your face, hair, eyes, body even more stunning. And your personality though completely overbearing is like a bright sparkling star in my world of teasing and other bad things. What I'm trying to say here is… Rachel Berry I think I've fallen in love with you."
Rachel blushed at his words, "Kurt…"
"You don't have to say anything Rachie, just know I'll be here for you in whatever role you need me in. a brother, a friend, a lover…"
"Kurt I think I love you too!"
Her lips crashed against his with fiery sweetness.
"Rachel, whoa slow down," he said pulling away, "We're gonna take this slow, I don't want to ruin this."
He rolled off of her to lie next to her soft body and turned off the lamp encasing them in darkness.
"Go to sleep my Rachel, tomorrow is the first dress rehearsal of West Side Story and Maria can't look like she has sleep depravation." He kissed her nose, cheeks, and then lips.
"Kurt…"
"Shhhhhh, just sleep."
"Yes Officer Krupke, sir. I love you"
Kurt chuckled softly, "I love you too."