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A/N:
This particular one-shot inspired by the wonderful Addie117. People need to know how awesome you are, so I am going to keep crediting you.
Shots Of Love: Closer
Kurt has been quiet all afternoon.
Blaine thinks he knows why, and worries.
And Kurt knows Blaine, knows that sometimes Blaine, try as he might, cannot see past his own doubts and fears, sometimes still gets lost in them.
So in the middle of the Hummels' busy living room, Kurt takes a step closer, reaches out, and interlaces their fingers wordless and with such care Blaine grows quiet - for a blissful moment his whole world zeroing in on the love he can feel, can hardly believe he can feel, radiating towards himself from the boy with him. Blaine, eyes wide, questioning, hope- and fearful at the same time, looks at the boy whoes love he thinks he will always fear to lose. Kurt knows of this fear too, feels so much of it some days himself, and wishes to know of a way for it to be gone, to be in both their pasts, and not in their future anymore. So he keeps trying. They both do. Today though Kurt can sense it being up to him, and that is fine. There are other days, there have been, will be other days.
The soft sound of Kurt's voice, relaxed, low, joins the sounds and voices already filling the room, "A lot of things in my life are too much. Your messages never are. You never are. And not just because I love you. You wanting to share your life with me, the good and the bad makes me only love you more, and even allows me to show you how deep my feelings for you run. I love you more every day. You give me more to love with every day. I love you more for allowing me to truly be there for you. As we change, as we grow, together, and not on our own but in our own ways."
Blaine more breathes the words out than speaks them, "I never dared to dream someone could feel that way about me, ever, not in a million years, four dozen live times, not even once in a blue moon." He is holding on to Kurt's hands tighter now.
"Dork," is all Kurt answers for a moment with a smile. "You and your sayings." With anyone else Kurt would suppress the wink that follows this statement. With anyone else he would have held back the thought a little, a lot, probably whole, and then spent the day dying a little inside because, "You allowing me to share all I am with you is what I love second most about us."
"And first?" Blaine cannot, does not want to and does not need to push away the question.
"You sharing all you are with me. It makes us possible. And I love us."
Blaine knows that there are places he, in his lifetime, will never be able to do what he does next without having to fear for his lover's and his own safty. He knows that as long as Burt and Carole live they will do their damndest to make sure the home they are currently standing in will never be one of those.
There is room and love in the minds of the people setting up dinner, currently bustling around the two boys, who have paused in the middle of the living room to soak up a little more of each other; soak up the all that they are free to show in the warmth and comfort of this lovefilled home.
Kurt and Blaine are breathing relaxed, deep and slow, buried in each other's arms; eyes closed, faces half buried in chests and shoulders, not seeing the smiles on Burt's and Carole's faces, proud of how open and brave their boys have grown together. Proud too, a little, that they have managed to build a home in which Kurt and Blaine feel comfortable and loved and free to be.