Oh My Love
A/N: Written for the 2016 Klaine Valentine's Day Challenge.Day 1's prompt – the song "Oh My Love" by John Lennon.
It was a stupid fight.
Both of them had been stressed out lately over a variety of things. Unfortunately, they had unwittingly allowed the tension to build until they suddenly took it out on each other. Finally, Blaine held his hand up and, despite the yelling that had gone back and forth, said in a quiet voice, "Stop."
Hazel eyes met blue eyes for a moment, each man a little breathless as they stared at each other across the room. "Just stop, Kurt," Blaine nearly whispered.
"Yeah," Kurt answered after a moment, the heat gone from his voice, as well. "Stopping is good."
Blaine momentarily considered grabbing his coat and going for a walk, but he'd done that once after a disagreement early in their relationship and he knew Kurt had worried. He knew he wouldn't want to be the one sitting in the apartment wondering when his husband was coming home. That wasn't fair. Instead, he moved over to the couch and sat down, taking deep breath and exhaling slowly. He turned to look back at Kurt and said, "Time out?"
"Time out," Kurt repeated, taking breath of his own and crossing to the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator, and returned to the living room. He placed one on the table in front of Blaine, and then walked over to the upright piano by the window and sat on the bench.
They sat in silence for a short time. Both knew that the fight really had nothing to do with them. It was just life, and work, and being on top of each other and a zillion other people in this city, and all of the other little things that could add up and get blown out of proportion.
Kurt found himself looking across the room at Blaine, who was studying some random spot on the floor between his shoes while he toyed with the label on the water bottle. This one had been Kurt's doing – though they'd both taken part, Blaine had just been trying to help him with something when Kurt lost his patience and snapped at him. Blaine was on edge regarding his upcoming show already, and that had affected his ability to let Kurt's sharpness roll off of him as it usually would. Harsh words had followed and things had escalated quickly.
It wasn't serious, though. They'd be fine, Kurt knew. This was all part of being close with someone – eventually, you are going to get on each other's nerves. How many arguments had he had with his dad, or Rachel, or Mercedes? Yes, they'd be fine, but he wanted to remind Blaine of that.
Spinning on the piano bench and setting his bottle of water on the floor, he started playing. He didn't play often, but his mother had taught him when he was young and he liked to do it every now and again. He wasn't sure why this particular song came to mind, but it somehow fit his mood and he began to sing.
Oh my love, for the first time in my life
My eyes are wide open
Oh my lover, for the first time in my life
My eyes can see
I see the wind, oh I see the trees
Everything is clear in my heart
I see the clouds, oh I see the sky
Everything is clear in our world
Blaine looked up and smiled, knowing it was a rare pleasure to hear Kurt play. Although he encouraged Kurt to do so, he knew it was a reminder of his mother, so he didn't push.
Kurt felt a familiar touch on his shoulder as Blaine approached. He scooted over slightly to make room and Blaine settled beside him, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and sliding his hand to Kurt's lower back. He stayed silent and let Kurt express what he wanted to say.
Oh my love, for the first time in my life
My mind is wide open
Oh my lover, for the first time in my life
My mind can feel
I feel the sorrow, oh I feel dreams
Everything is clear in my heart
I feel life, oh I feel love
Everything is clear in our world.
As the last note sounded, Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek, his arm around Kurt's waist. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Kurt turned his head to look into Blaine's eyes, the earlier stress and anger replaced by remorse and love. "I'm sorry, too," Kurt returned, wrapping his arms around Blaine and holding him tightly. He pulled back to kiss him gently, taking his time to make sure Blaine believed his apology. After a few moments, their lips parted and they rested their foreheads together.
"We really need to figure out a way to de-stress without taking each other's heads off," Blaine said.
"Maybe you could teach me some of that boxing you used to do," Kurt offered with a giggle.
"Yeah, I don't think I want to teach you how to beat me up," Blaine teased, sitting back to look at Kurt. "We could take up running?"
"Too hard on the knees. Plus, I am so not going to go running in New York in the winter," Kurt answered back, his arms still around Blaine's neck as he started to play with his hair. "Ooh, here's a novel idea," he began. Blaine looked at him expectantly. "We could, I don't know, talk to each other about what's bothering us before letting it get to the point where we start hollering about something ridiculous."
Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "You know, if you're going to be all logical and realistic, I am not going to be able to disagree with you." They both laughed, then Blaine became a little serious again. "I know we're good, Kurt. We're just two strong, emotional personalities, and we're bound to clash every now and again. But we've been through enough to know when to put on the brakes, take a moment, and cool down – like we just did." He saw the concern in Kurt's eyes and added with a smile, "We're okay, Kurt."
Kurt returned the smile, then leaned in to kiss Blaine once more. "Good," he said, giving him one last peck before pulling back. Embracing the lighter mood, he said, "What's say we go for a little walk, get some coffee and fresh air?"
"Great idea," Blaine replied brightly. They got their coats and as Kurt opened the door, he heard Blaine say behind him, "It's a pity, though."
"What is?" Kurt asked, turning around.
"You would have looked kinda hot in running shorts," he answered with a devilish grin, patting Kurt on the behind as he passed him and walked out the door. Kurt blushed, but made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow for a pair of running shorts as he closed the door behind him.
