Author's Note: Yeah, weird title. Deal with it.
So, I can't find inspiration to write, but I want to write. Does that make sense? So I did this iPod shuffle thing, where you know… I take my iPod, and shuffle it. And use a lyric from that song to write the little drabble for it. Enjoy. Sorry, depressing songs always seem to make their way onto the iPod unintentionally. Enjoy.


Make Me Gorgeously Glowing, Why Don't You?

i.

'You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself. It's time that you've won.'

Falling Slowly – Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

Blaine stops when he walks into the common rooms, his books in his arms softly tugging at the navy blue jacket he wears far too much. He'd love to say that he sees the small boy curled up, and peaceful, but that's a lie. First of all, Kurt is not that small, albeit skinny, yes, but he is taller than Blaine. And Blaine can't find the words to describe Kurt as a boy, because really he's way too mature for that.

And Blaine's had dreams before, peaceful ones… And they don't get that forced scrunched expression onto your face. He sighs, anyhow, and places the books on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. He sits on the edge of the couch, careful not to bother Kurt's position, and gently tugs at the books in his lap.

Kurt wakes with a jolt at the tug, and breathes slower when he realizes it's just Blaine.

Shit, it's Blaine. Blaine gives a sheepish grin at Kurt, who smiles surprised with a questioning look.

"I was just getting your books out of your way." He explains, the smile slowly but relaxingly fading. Kurt nods in appreciation. And he manages to sit up, forgetting the lost nightmares and sleep.

Blaine's face tightens in concern seeing his exhaustion. "It's going to be okay, you know." He can't help but blurt out, reassuringly.

Kurt smiles in a bittersweet manner, "I know." He speaks the words honestly, because he knows that it will be okay. "But right now, words of comfort right now. Because it's not okay…right now." He repeats at the end, with a slight chuckle.

Blaine's not sure if he should laugh too, or cry for him.

"So what should… or can I do?" He asks instead.

"Right now, just… you don't have to do anything. You're doing great." Kurt smiles warmly at him.

Blaine's still torn on the facial expression he should show.


ii.

'Cause love doesn't hurt, so I know, I'm not falling in love, I'm just falling to pieces.'

Wreck of the Day – Anna Nalick

It's weird when Kurt takes a moment to think about it. For someone who started with seeing him cry, he was naïve to think Blaine would never have to see that again. To point it out shortly, he was wrong.

He feels a little guilty when he told Blaine. He can remember the way his hazel eyes sparkled less and his mouth formed into a depressing line of shock and hurt all mixed in one.

Maybe if the time was different, they would've worked together. But Kurt was still on the verge of it all. Maybe if he didn't actually see Kurt cry right when he met him, and he met him when Kurt was in a happy mood, they would've worked out.

But that's not how it happened. As if it wasn't bad in the beginning, Kurt was falling apart and Blaine was doing everything he could to be the perfect friend, and then he became the boyfriend, and was still perfect.

Perfect, perfect, perfect. Kurt was still falling apart, and no matter how comforting Blaine was, perfect didn't know how to pick up pieces of fragile beautiful glass. And nothing improved.

Blaine was the only one trying to help, and maybe he should've been more grateful. But he can still remember the disappointment, and it's nothing new for him. He's still falling down, down, down.


iii.

'Darling, I forgive you after all. Anything is better than to be alone. And in the end, I guess I had to fall.'

Lithium – Evanescence

Blaine's throat catches on fire of burning words that never manage to leave his mouth. He's choking on his own created air, and his own fury that he'll never let show. He never really thought that Kurt could betray him like that.

'Hey babe, um, I'm leaving Dalton and going back to McKinley. Is that alright?' Kurt says through the phone, sounding uninterested in his boyfriend's answer. Blaine only wants what's best for Kurt. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. It's always about him, even if the boy doesn't think it's about him enough.

'You're leaving me? Are you serious?' He shouts into the phone, the remainders in the corridor, giving him accusing and annoyed glances. Maybe he should've remained calm, but the happy cheerful tone Kurt was using, kind of sent him over the edge.

'Babe, calm down. We can still be together. I'm sorry.' Kurt says sincere.

He sighs, glad something Kurt said was sincere, but he still hangs up.

Blaine stares at the phone. It's been two hours since the 'fight', but it felt like he was the only one fighting for him. Maybe Kurt had enough of feeling safe, and being with him or something.

He spots Kurt in the cafeteria of Dalton, still in his uniform for now. Kurt sees him too, and gives him a small half-smile with an apologetic glow to it. He doesn't know how his feet move, but soon he's standing in front of Kurt a helpless expression on his face, making him feel pathetic like a lost boy.

He leans forward and wraps his arms around Kurt, sighing, and sinking deeper into the warmth Kurt had always given him. He can almost feel Kurt's radiating grin through his skin.

"We'll be fine." Kurt says, smiling at the action from his boyfriend.

Blaine sighed, and nodded with a plastered smile. He'll always be in this relationship more than Kurt is.


iv.

'I just want to look in your eyes and see all that you have looking back at me. I think tonight, I love you.'
Tonight, I Love You – The Latency

Blaine wonders how he does it… Manages to make something that kills you look so beautiful and actually a little sexy.

When he mentions this, Kurt laughs.

"Even if all of the other people have too much self pride to admit it, cigarettes and wine have major sex appeal potential," He says, taking a drag from the fashionable cigarette itself and blowing out several perfect circles of smoke. Blaine couldn't help but feel his eyes become darker with his glance as he realizes how right Kurt really is.

Kurt smirks when he sees Blaine's expression. "Hmm, I must be good."

Not noticing that Kurt had spoken, Blaine takes a sip of his own wine at this elite secret Dalton party. "Wait, what'd you say?"

"That you totally have the hots for me right now."

Blaine's cheeks grew hot, and he felt majorly embarrassed.

"I take it I'm right?" Kurt says, still smirking.

For the first time tonight, Blaine confidently smiles. "Want to head upstairs?"

"And leave this party?" Kurt says in mock-outrage. Finally, he sighs, dabs the cigarette into the ash tray, and looks around the room bored. "Yeah, sure. Why not?" He rhetorically asks. Before standing up though, he snatches Blaine's glass of some kind of wine, and takes a quick gulp of the alcohol to wash his throat of smoke. Then, the half empty glass is set down, and he stands up reaching out a hand for Blaine to follow.

Blaine's slower, and not because of the fact that he may have had two full glasses of wine, and Kurt barely had anything, but mainly just because of that name and the guy itself. Kurt.

They reach Blaine's room, because Kurt refuses to allow Blaine to see the mess, even if it's just a few clothes spread along the floor. Nonetheless, they're already in Blaine's room, and looking at Kurt expectantly.

"We're not going to do anything," Blaine says reassuringly and maturely.

Kurt smirks, "Right. Of course we're not. We're just two gay guys who are coincidently single, and attracted to each other, and standing alone in a room where one's kind of tipsy." Blaine smiles at the sarcastic, yet true tone to his voice.

"Yeah, tipsy. Not drunk." Blaine tries to reason. "Whatever happens, it'll be hard for me to forget."

"So…you want something to happen?" Kurt asked, slightly confused.

"Um, I thought you mentioned that we were attracted to each other…?" Blaine stated, confused at the slight turn of events. Hadn't they just been flirting with each other? "But I do care about you, Kurt. You should know that. And that, if something happened tonight, I would want things to keep happening." Blaine blurted out. Okay, it's because he was tipsy that he said all of those things right? 'No…' the back of his head mutters to him.

"You're not just saying that?" Kurt says, hopeful with a small smile.

"I may have had courage to say it out loud because of the one glass of wine—"

"—two" Kurt corrects.

"—But I do mean it." Blaine says, ignoring the statement from the boy he's trying to confess feelings for.

When Kurt doesn't respond, he frustratingly closes his eyes and sighs. "Listen, Kurt… Not to be a prude, but do you want to be with me or not?" It's demanding, but full of passion and want, and maybe even need.

When he opens his eyes, Kurt's standing right in fucking front of him. It happens so fast, he fears he won't remember it the next day. But when Kurt's lips keep attacking his own in that same passion for longer than ten seconds, and start having their mouths literally intertwined, he takes back the statement.

Pulling apart, breathless and his face hotter than before, they continue, wanting skin on skin and hands are all over the place, trying to touch every aspect of each other's body. Some clothes are taken off, and Blaine's shirtless (pants still on) and Kurt has his white under armor tank top.

"Wait!" Surprisingly it's Kurt who says it, who's been practically dropping the hint he wanted this all night long. Blaine knows what's coming, and laughs in joy he wasn't the only one thinking it.

"This is going too fast for people who want to be with each other, huh?" Blaine says, smiling awkwardly with his hand, clutching the back of his own hair.

Kurt grins sheepishly, "Yeah, kind of."

"Well, um, do you want to just, lie down and watch TV or something?" He suggests.

Kurt nods, and they move relaxingly to the bed, arms wrapped around each other. Blaine steals a glance at Kurt during a commercial of whatever the hell they were watching, and Kurt returns the glance, both knowing they're thinking the same thing. They wouldn't mind being in the position for a very long time.


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