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I do not own Glee.
A/N: This will probably be a two shot, maybe three, I think. No idea where this plot bunny came from. Oh well, I'll just be a good storyteller and keep following it down the rabbit hole it decides to take.
Further in the deep
Chapter 1:
Everything just hurts. The work-out has been intense, '… TOO intense,' Rachel talking him into just one more lap, then another and another, '… Blaine would never have done this to me. Why did I not stick to working out with him? We were doing just fine, perfect really. Kissing is a wonderful exercise too, and we are really good at that. Perfect, definitely.'
Just last weekend, Kurt and Blaine had proven in a double date with Mike and Tina that they can even kiss those two under the table, and that takes real stamina any day.
Kurt thinks back, grinning wildly, to the evening spent with movies and popcorn at Tina's place.
No drama, just four people in love and comfortable with showing it around each other, Kurt loves them, sometimes thinks he lives for those evenings and the nights that follow, more often than not, proving to him, every time, Blaine does too … love, him and those nights.
That very night, last Saturday, the both of them coming back to Kurt's place slightly light-headed and Blaine so riled up - like Kurt had been able to remember only ever having seen him hyped up on sugar before – the sex had been the most exciting, most passionate, Kurt reckons they have ever had.
Kurt's favorite part of that particular night though had been when Blaine had thought Kurt already fast asleep, wrapped up tightly in his arms, and had, cuddling closer still, mumbled into Kurt's hair, "Just one more year, and we can be like that wherever we go, kiss, hold hands wherever we go; can invite Tina and Mike to New York and go out and be like that … wherever we are."
Blaine, so certain Kurt had been asleep, had jumped, and tightened his hold around Kurt, when Kurt had unexpectedly whispered back, "We will hold hands wherever we go, be one of those annoying lovy-dovy couples who never stop touching each other with so much love and care, and …," and Blaine had cut him off with a kiss, deep, and no one had slept that night in Kurt's bed for two more hours, and really, if Kurt is honest with himself it is probably those two hours filled with touching and feeling, most of all feeling, that still is his favorite part of that particular Saturday night.
Kurt sighs, hand flying up to his collarbone, to the very spot he knows is still lightly purpled from the more than enthusiastic kiss Blaine had formed an impression of in his skin there.
Still thinking back to these days, nights, and with a small wave at Rachel, who beams at him through her side window one more time, as she leaves the parking lot in her car, he finally allows the real amount of exhaustion he has felt almost instantly since they had started two and a half hours ago, to show.
He winces climbing into his car, he had felt it this morning too already, the ache left from the previous two days working out with Rachel. 'I am fit, damn it, but Rachel is insane for working out like this more than three, max four times a week.'
More swaying than walking over his doorstep, about twenty three minutes later, not even remembering the drive over at all, all the while distracted by a pain he had begun to feel under his left shoulder blade the day before, that has magnified now, he allows his exercise bag to drop to the floor, and looking down at it, instantly feels tempted to … 'Oh what the heck,' is his last thought as he slumps down right there in the hallway, his head resting on the bag mainly stuffed with empty water bottles and towels, surprisingly comfortable, but maybe that is just Kurt's exhaustion talking, '… quite possibly.'
Only already lying there, not even caring he is still in his dirty, sweaty work-out clothes, Kurt hears the voices coming from the kitchen. 'Blaine?' "Blaine, is that you?"
"Kurt," he hears Blaine's joyous tone, echoing through the ground floor before Blaine comes into view, eyes happily crinkled, and shining, then instantly turning wide and worried.
Kurt stretches out his arms wide, wincing again at the pain in his left shoulder as he makes grabby hands at Blaine, "Blaine."
Blaine is on his knees next to him before Kurt knows what is happening, "Kurt, what's wrong? Are you hurting?"
"Oh you know, just … everywhere! Rachel is insane. I get that she wants to help me be ready for auditions, but seriously she is just …."
"Rachel," Blaine supplies, expression now softened with relief.
"Rachel," Kurt echoes, still clearly exhausted. "I hope I can walk tomorrow, we have that family picnic planned for so long, I don't want to ruin it."
"Shh, Kurt, it's alright. I'll just carry you everywhere."
Kurt lets out an amused snort at that, instantly regretting it, as he winces at the pain in his upper stomach, almost whining a moment later, "I didn't even use these muscles …, I thought. I don't know how I'm aching in all these places. It's not like we had a tantric sex marathon."
"Who had a tantric sex marathon?" Burt appears grinning in the hallway, clearly having heard enough to know the answer already.
"Gosh, no one, Dad," Kurt mumbles through the hands covering his embarrassed features.
Blaine leans down to place a kiss to Kurt's forehead, "Sorry but 'Urgh,' you are sweaty, and not in a good way."
"I know," Kurt replies, peaking out between his fingers before, seeing his father no longer lingering in the doorway, allowing them to slide of his face. "I want a shower so bad. I just don't think I can ever move again. I will have to lay here, sweaty, sticky and disgusting until I die and rot into the floorboards."
"Or I could just run you a bath?" Blaine offers with a warm smile.
"Really?"
"Absolutely," Blaine is still beaming.
Kurt gasps in surprise when he feels himself being wrapped in Blaine's arms and lifted off the floor. "I thought we were saving the carrying around for our wedding?" Kurt teases.
"Oh don't worry, this is just for us, I don't plan to parade you up and down the street like this," then Blaine leans in and whispers for just Kurt to hear, lips brushing the shell of his left ear gently, "you are all mine."
He loves seeing the blush spread on Kurt's cheeks as he pulls back and takes in his surprised expression.
"Am I ever going to get into that bath?"
"I'll make sure of it," Blaine smiles softly as he makes his way upstairs, Kurt still tightly wrapped in his arms.
"I could get used to this," Kurt mumbles already sleepy sounding as they are half way up the stairs.
"Hey, stay awake," Blaine coaxes gently, "I won't have you drowning in your own bathtub."
"Well then I gueehhss," Kurt says through a yawn, "someone will have to climb in there with me.
When the bathroom door has closed behind them, and Blaine has set Kurt back down onto his feet, holding on to Kurt a moment longer just to make sure he will not fall over, with his legs clearly painful to move, Kurt insists on doing the undressing himself, "All the sweat, not attractive in the least," and for Blaine to, "make yourself useful by taking of your own clothes, I would love to rip them off your body and get dirty, but one, I already am dirty and too, I can barely move enough to take off my own."
"And who was it that said again he would only ever get dirty with me?" Blaine smiles back teasingly at him, to the sound of the water already rushing from the faucets into the big white bathtub.
Fifteen minutes later finds them sinking into the cool, clear liquid, feeling so good on this hot day, and shocking enough life back into Kurt for a moment to remind him to ask what he had almost forgotten again, already melting back into the warmth of Blaine's embrace, feeling so good against his sore shoulder.
"Wait, you still haven't told me why you are here today. I thought we would pick you up tomorrow morning from your place?"
Smiling sadly Blaine, sitting behind Kurt in the tub, places a kiss into Kurt's hair, before beginning to gently run his wet hands through it, tenderly removing all the stick and sweat. Another kiss to the now wet hair, and then a whisper to the now almost fully asleep Kurt, "Just relax, you need this. We can talk later. I love you."
It is a mere mumbled murmur he receives in reply, "'ov'u", the edges of the words softened by the drowsiness drifting into Kurt's mind, but nothing could ever make these words coming from Kurt's mouth less clear to Blaine's ears. A simple, "Mmh," could at this moment have reached his core.
Blaine smiles as he places yet another kiss into his boyfriend's hair, "Sweet dreams," mind twisting and turning with worry soothed by the knowledge that, no matter what, right here, right now, he is loved by the boy in his arms.
Kurt wakes up on his bed clean and comfortable an hour later feeling more relaxed than he has ever since Rachel had first dragged him to training with her three weeks ago. Yes, it has been a prevailing torture.
It takes two turns on his bed and one deep breath from Kurt to fully realize why he is feeling so warm and all fuzzy inside and out. He squeals happily as he kicks his feet and buries his hands and face in his duvet, Blaine has dressed him in his own clothes. Sweatpants and simple T-shirt, but nothing could be ever less simple to Kurt than waking up in Blaine's clothes, "I love you so much. So so much, gosh, Blaine. How did I, what did I, … I just …," and Kurt does not even care about the ache reannouncing its presence when he swings himself of the bed and makes his way downstairs. It is oddly reminiscent of his earlier arrival at the house, making his way to the kitchen, filled with voices again.
"We can tell him together," Kurt hears his father's voice filling the room as he steps into it. He is surprised to find Blaine wrapped in his father's embrace, Carole holding one of Blaine's hands.
"Tell me what?" Kurt whispers into the stillness, not sure he wants to hear or know the answer.
"Kurt," he hears Blaine say into Burt's chest, and only now does he hear the wetness, in Blaine voice.
'Tears?' With his next words Kurt's voice is clearly shaking with worry, a dreaded feeling of uncertainty, "What's wrong?"