Glitter in the Air.
Chapter 2
"No." Kurt said, his voice harsher than Blaine had ever heard it. It made Blaine's eyes soften for a minute before falling back into his anger. He was doing this to Kurt. Making him sad and upset. It was his own fault.
"Kurt, please. Just go." He tried again, looking down at his hands that were in his lap, he was just so tired and hurt now. He didn't even put effort into being angry. His emotions were an absolute mess. Up and down.
"No. Blaine." Kurt said, softly, crawling over to Blaine. Slow and careful. Like he thought Blaine would get up and run, like a frightened rabbit. "I'm not leaving you alone." He said, taking Blaine's wrist's in his hands. His touch was gentle and Kurt noticed that Blaine's hands were shaking just as much as the rest of him was. "Not now. Not ever." He promised, looking at Blaine's face, not his arms, with concerned glasz eyes.
"W- why?" Blaine asked, his voice so quiet. Like a little kid who'd been scolded. It was barely there and God, it broke Kurt's heart.
"Because I love you." He said. "Look at what we were going to do. Do you not think I don't love you with all of my heart and soul?" he asked, ducking his head down a little to look at his boyfriend's face. It was just as sad as his voice had been, and Kurt realized something. Something that never happened.
Blaine was crying.
"Blaine." He said again, trying to get the older boy to look up at him, but no. He shook his head and shrunk further in on himself. "Please, baby, look at me." He said, his own voice quiet. Not harsh, or demanding, just concerned. Blaine and Kurt didn't use that pet name very often, only when one of them was upset and now it seemed appropriate.
The shorter boy let his eyes flicker up to Kurt's and the younger boy caught his face in both of his hands and brought their foreheads together, sitting up on his knees so he was practically in Blaine's lap. "Shh. Shush, honey. Please. Don't cry." Kurt whispered against Blaine's forehead, frantically brushing onyx curls out of the way so he could pepper the skin with soft kisses and even softer words. "Baby, please. Calm down. I love you. I love you so much." He said. "We'll get through this. Together. It's okay. It's okay." He promised. "I don't love you any less, B. I promise. I love you so much." He whispered between kisses.
It seemed like hours before Blaine calmed down enough to look at him and Kurt smiled, pulling him back so he could rest against Blaine's headboard and Blaine hugged his waist, pressing his cheek against his boyfriend's chest.
"See, it's okay." Kurt said, kissing Blaine's curls before his hand reached down to lace his finders with Blaine's, pulling it up to his lips to kiss his palm. He smiled when Blaine seemed to relax after a second and kissed down his palm, down his wrist. Tracing the small lines with his lips. He was worried that some of these looked fresh. Like they could have been down this last weekâOh god. He hoped not.
"I love you." He said, before smiling down at Blaine again, who was calm in his arms. The other boy didn't say anything, he just moved up so he was straddling Kurt again before giving him a passionate and not-so-innocent, kiss. "I love you too, Kurt." He said, pausing before he said Kurt's name and it made the younger boy groan a little.
He guessed that everything was back to normal. He wouldn't push Blaine into telling him what was wrong, he would tell him on his own time. He was sure.
He felt so stupid. Even as Kurt was curled up next o him, sound asleep. He had to be exhausted after all that they had done. He understood that. But that left Blaine to his thoughts. And, well, it was terrifying.
Kurt had seen the one thing he was so insecure about, and he didn't run away. He didn't get scared. He didn't call him a freak, or mental or whatever else he'd heard. He'd comforted him and well, then everything that had been originally planned happened.
He felt the younger boy snuggle closer in his sleep, resting his forehead in that all-too-familiar place where Blaine's shoulder and neck met. It was Kurt's favorite, and he swore it was made for him to rest his head. They just fit so perfectly.
Kurt whimpered and snuggled closer, and Blaine snaked his arms around his waist. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he calmed back down and was able to sleep peacefully. That was how things should have been, Kurt was the one who needed protecting. Reassuring. Not him.
Though, he could hear Kurt arguing in his head, saying that they were equal and if he thought for a second he wasn't going to take care of Blaine that he was sorely mistaken. Blaine smiled, a small upturn of his lips as he hid his face in Kurt's hair. Taking in his scent. Vanilla. Kurt always smelt like vanilla. Vanilla and Kurt. And it was the most amazing thing in the world.
Everything about Kurt was amazing. Absolutely everything.
And he'd let him down. He'd fallen back into his habit that he had sworn off. He relapsed. He failed.
"God." He breathed, his voice cracking as he hid his face farther into Kurt's hair and wrapped his arms tighter around him. "I'm such a screw-up." He said, sadly.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd told himself that. That someone else had told him that. He'd heard it plenty of times in his life, and at one point it had gotten to the point that he believed it.
Kurt woke up alone in Blaine's bed. He really wasn't sure where Blaine had gone off too and he found it extremely difficult to get out of the bed at first, and he wrapped one of the sheets around himself, looking around the room.
"Blaine?" he asked, quietly, before noticing the door to Blaine's bathroom was open, and his heart stopped. No. He couldn't be doing that. Not now. Kurt had said that he wasn't mad. He still loved him.
For once in his life, he was wishing he had something to pray to. Pray for Blaine to be okay. Pray that when he opened the door the rest of the way he wouldn't find what he thought he'd find.
"Oh my god, Blaine." He gasped at what he saw. "No."
