So are we all cried out over last night's WONDERFULNESS? Cause I still have chills! So so awesome! And before you ask...yes clearly Kurt was texting Matt during Puck's performance and clearly Matt was the one emailing Kurt support. You already knew the answer there! Also...I don't own the song...it belongs to John Waite who let me borrow it even though he has no clue who I am.
Even before Matt had agreed to this, there were more than a few places Kurt had rejected for the sheer, disaster level horribleness of the idea. His room in the basement was way too obvious a place for their friends to look for them if and when it was finally noticed they had left the party. Not to mention, way too many memories and way too many temptations awaited down the basement steps. Any of the rooms upstairs wouldn't have been as obvious but if there was hooking up to be had tonight, (And seriously he could almost see the pheromones flying in that room) odds were someone would try to stumble up the stairs. And there was a night he wouldn't want to remember. The obvious answer was to leave the party altogether, but Matt had caught a ride over with Mike and only morons were currently driving right now. The Lima Police Department had roadblocks up all over town to catch drunk drivers, and while Kurt personally didn't think he was that inebriated, he would rather not have a DUI before he turned 21 if he could help it.
It left one place really. The back patio. The forecasted snow had in fact happened, so the dead lawn was fully blanketed in white, a beautiful sight in the moonlight. And with the floodlights off (he had switched off the motion detector earlier in the evening, an attempt to keep his friends from staggering out into the neighborhood), it was nearly impossible to see anything that wasn't immediately in front of the sliding glass door.
Of course now that they were sitting on the hastily cleared lounge chair his dad never remembered to store properly after summer ended (there was no reason to sit on a snow covered anything and ruin a brand new set of Armani pants after all), it only just dawned on Kurt this was also probably one of the most romantic settings he could come up with on a whim. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He really needed to learn to not follow through on every impulse he had.
"What's that look about?" Matt questioned as he twisted the top off one of the bottles of beer they had grabbed on their way through the kitchen.
With a smile of thanks, Kurt took the offered bottle out of Matt's hand. Taking a sip while Matt opened his own, Kurt shook his head. "Nothing. Just thinking this sort of looks like a scene in a movie."
"Yeah. Like that Dr. Zhivago I fell asleep during?"
"I still can't believe you fell asleep during that. It's a classic."
"It was boring." Matt countered. "And it felt longer than Titanic. I think my entire life flashed before my eyes. Twice."
"You're just still mad that you lost on the greatest James Cameron movie poll."
"Because you cheated by making sure Artie was out of town that week. You knew he would pick Avatar."
"Of course he would have. You two have horrible taste."
"And yet you keep talking to the both of us. " Matt mused, his head cocked to the left. "What exactly does that say about you again?"
"Clearly that I'm a masochist." Kurt faux sighed as Matt laughed. The pair fell silent and watched the snow as it continue to fall. It wasn't an awkward silence, as Kurt had feared would happen. Instead it was comfortable and familiar. The ease at which they slipped into their usual good natured arguing had surprised him, but then again Kurt guessed it shouldn't have. After all they had been discussing movies and that had always come easy to them.
"I missed this." Kurt admitted softly before he could stop himself. His eyes widened in panic. It hadn't occurred to him he was that drunk, but clearly alcohol had over-ridden his common sense. A person does not say that to an ex. His years of watching Grey's Anatomy told him that much. "I mean, arguing about movies isn't the same over Facebook."
"True. For one thing we don't have other people jumping in to offer their opinions." Matt agreed before lowering his own voice. "I missed this too."
"How was your trip? I mean I've heard things of course but I've never asked you. Please tell me you didn't spend every minute studying."
"No." Matt shook his head, a smile on his face. Clearly, Kurt surmised, he had heard that exact plea before. "I did do some traveling. Madrid. Portugal. France. Almost made it to Morocco once but that plan never came together."
"And you wondered why we were worried about you not coming back home in time for Christmas."
"Well it occurred to me the penniless hobo traveling the world thing probably worked better in the movies than reality. Some of those hostels were downright sketchy."
"I'm going to want to see pictures to confirm that."
"As soon as I can pry them out of Quinn's hands." Matt promised.
"I'm glad you had a good time." Kurt said softly. He honestly meant it. He and Leah had many conversations over the past few months about Matt's determination to be a hermit. Kurt had made Leah swear she would drag him out of the library at least once a week, no matter how persuasively Matt argued. (Although he doubted Matt used the same tactics to win an argument with his sister than he used with Kurt. At least Kurt hoped he used different methods cause the alternative was a little too Jerry Springer to think about) He was all for self improvement Gaga knew, but he also knew Matt's tendency to get a bit tunneled vision. It was a very real possibility Matt would forget where the exit to the library was if someone didn't force him out it once in awhile. "You are glad you went right?"
"Yeah. I'll probably not have a chance like that ever again. Although I did miss here more than I thought I would. "
"Lima? You of all people missed Lima?" Kurt stared at him incredulously. "Who are you and what have you done with Matt Rutherford?"
"Ok maybe not Lima per say. People in Lima." Matt laughed. "Better?"
"So you missed Puck since he's the only one still here then. He'll be thrilled to know that."
"Wow you are being specific tonight. Fine the people I associate with Lima. Are you happy now?"
"Yes." Kurt smiled. From inside the house, they could make out the muffled sounds of the countdown starting. Catching Matt's eye, Kurt raised up his beer bottle ready to toast in the New Year. Matt shot him a wink as they crossed the necks of their bottles. Never losing eye contact, they joined in the countdown together.
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Happy New Year."
Clinking their bottles together, they each managed to take a sip before the sounds of music filtered out of the house. Clearly the traditional choice of Auld Ange Syne had been rejected in favor of someone's playlist on their IPod. (Apparently a drunk Rachel was at least beatable in an argument. That was something at least) Kurt wasn't sure which of his friends had a 80s fetish, although if he had to bet he would pick Santana, but clearly one of them did.
Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here
And you're miles away
And I'm wondering why you left
And there's a storm that's raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
"So do you think Puck managed to make out with Quinn?" Kurt wondered idly, trying hard to ignore the song that had just started.
"He totally tried. I think something about how not kissing someone at midnight is bad luck or something."
I hear your name, in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spend my time, thinking about you
And it's almost driving me wild
And there's a heart that's breaking
Down this long distance line tonight
"Sounds like his logic." Kurt agreed as their eyes locked. Oh why the hell had he brought up making out when he was alone with Matt? Was he terminally stupid?
Almost unconsciously they both began to move closer to each other, eyes never breaking contact. Even though Kurt knew this was probably something he would kick himself for in the morning, there was no way in hell he was going to stop this. Right until this second, he didn't realize what he had really wanted for Christmas.
To kiss Matt at midnight.
"You know every once in a while Puck is right." Matt whispered, his breath tickling Kurt's lips.
"This could be one of those times. Shouldn't risk it." Kurt agreed.
The kiss was feather soft at first, almost as if he was dreaming, but only for a second. Quickly they fell into the pattern that was both familiar and almost brand new of give and take. Hands ignored the cold as they traced over limbs and tangled in hair. Their kisses were rapidly becoming more passionate when a loud bang startled them both apart.
A furious glance towards the sliding door revealed the noise most likely due to Finn backing up into it. Only Finn would forget where the doors were in his own house. Kurt closed his eyes and blew out at breath as he scooted himself back further on the chair. When he opened his eyes, he noticed Matt had done the same, staring out over the backyard.
"We're drunk" Kurt offered up quickly. "We've been drinking all night. We're drunk clearly."
"Yeah." Matt agreed, his voice hollow. "Too much alcohol and the day. People do stupid things on New Year's."
"Right." Kurt nodded, stung a little at Matt's use of the word stupid. It was stupid; he just didn't want to hear that word. "It was just the night. I mean Puck clearly isn't going to be with whoever he just kissed."
"Or more than half the people in that room." Matt added. "We just got caught up in the night. That's all."
"Yeah. That's all."
I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone, away
I ain't missing you
No matter, what I might say