A/N: This new chapter is all thanks to the wonderful people who asked me for a continuation of this story and especially thanks to the user named Zapphyre, who hasn't her PMs enabled, so I could not think of another way to thank you Zapphyre, for reading and adding my stories to your favorits all night today than writing a new chapter to one I saw you added to your favorits and so will hopefully read. So this is for you. You made my world a much happier place today.
Stay
For once Kurt was happy they had moved.
In their old house it would have been close to impossible to sneak Blaine into his room, unnoticed.
Kurt counted on two things attempting this tonight. One, he was not due back from the movie date with Blaine for another almost two hours, Friday Night Extra Late Curfew. Two, his father had not just yet had the opportunity to memorize every little sign the house was able and willing to give him as an aid in interpreting the movement taking place in it at any and every time.
When Kurt closed the door to his room behind Blaine and himself, Kurt took a moment to rest his body against the door, eyes-closed and after letting out a sigh of relief, taking in several deep breaths, before remembering Blaine was still there.
As Kurt lifted the back of his head from its resting place on the door and slowly opened his eyes Blaine had neatly placed the shoes, that both boys had taken off even before stepping in through the front door, next to Kurt's wardrobe. Blaine had also taken of his scarf, which lay now neatly folded over the back of the chair in front of Kurt's primarily, study desk.
Blaine himself was sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet in front of Kurt's bed, back resting against it.
Blaine held out his right hand to Kurt, asking and then helping Kurt settle down next to him, and cuddling into Blaine's side, head resting on Blaine's right shoulder.
They simply sat there for a while, Kurt still wearing Blaine's jacket, Blaine gently running his right hand up and down Kurt's right arm from time to time.
Just as Blaine was about to bring both his arms around Kurt, hold him tight –so he would be able to sense every move and even the most subtle shift in Kurt's body – and ask about what happened in the cinema, there was a soft shuffle detectible in the hallway, and Blaine just about managed to scramble over the bed and slump down on its other side and out of sight of anyone who might enter the room, before the door opened. Revealing Burt, with a curious look on his face, as Kurt looked up from where he had thrown himself on his stomach across the bed.
"Kiddo, back already?"
"Yeah, short movie," Kurt supplied lamely, his mouth feeling too dry and throat too closed up from all the earlier crying, to trust himself with answering in full sentences.
"I thought I heard something, a thump?"
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," and with that Kurt grabbed a heavy biography from the floor right next to Blaine. The name sounded obscure, and Blaine was fairly sure he had never heard or read it anywhere before.
"I just dropped this when you came in unannounced," Kurt tried himself at his best half-bitch glare, knowing anyway that his father always took this silent commentary to his actions rather as a term of endearment than anything else.
And sure enough Burt was laughing a moment later. "Okay, kiddo. I hope you and Blaine," Blaine almost winced at the mention of his name "had fun."
"Yes, Dad, we did."
"Good to hear," Burt said, smile warm, "Good Night."
"Good Night."
Even after the door had already been placed back into its previous closed state both boys held their breath until they heard Burt's steps growing quieter, the sound of each step away from them swallowed more and more by the thick carpet in the hallway.
"Blaine," Kurt finally said in a half whisper.
And Blaine had to smile, because it was the first word Kurt had spoken to him since they had left the cinema.
Blaine, as he stood back up, in response simply held up a hand to stop Kurt from saying any more, but was smiling.
Kurt's expression grew from slightly curious to confused, as Blaine, still wordless, walked over into Kurt's bathroom.
Kurt could hear the tap running and then Blaine reappeared, a glass of water in hand, after briefly taking a small sip himself he handed it to Kurt, his eyes asking him to drink. As soon as the first drops of water passed his lips, Blaine said in an even tone "Your voice sounded painful as you talked to your dad. I am surprised he did not notice."
"He is used to me sometimes sounding like that, after long singing sessions. I am sure he just thought you and I did a lot of singing today. Which might have been true if…" and now Kurt could feel and Blaine could see tears trying to force their way towards Kurt's eyes again.
"Hey, hey. It's okay," Blaine said, taking the water glass out of Kurt's now shaking hand, placing it on the nightstand, and then moving to kneel in front of Kurt on the floor, who was sitting on the bed, legs tangling over the edge of it, toes barely touching the ground.
Blaine slowly and gently took both of Kurt's hands in his, first squeezing them affectionately, but sensing the shaking not lightning in the least, he got up from the floor, never letting go of Kurt's hands.
"Lie down with me?" Blaine asked softly.
Kurt said nothing, simply scooted back a little, further into the center of his bed, pulling Blaine with him by there still linked hands.
Kurt settled himself down on his left side, Blaine on his right. Eyes staying locked, hands staying linked, even, intertwining further.
As Kurt felt his eyelids get heavy he began to scoot closer and closer to Blaine and eventually as far es he could into Blaine's arms, whispering "Stay with me tonight?"
"Yes."
"Blaine," and Kurt sounded so small, and so young, saying this, in a tone so filled with pleading and fear of rejection "hold me?"
"Of course."
"Don't let go, please," the last word was hardly audible at all.
"Never. I love you."
Blaine's soft, warm reassuring declaration of his deep feelings for the boy in his arms was the last sound that filled the room as Kurt drifted off to sleep.
