Okay, so I had to add in the last bit of the last chapter due to editing reasons, so sorry about that! And also this chapter is very short, as was the last one. But here you go!
If you are reading this I love you forever! Thank you. hehe -_-
"Blaine," Kurt started. "it's still here." His hands were placed delicately over his open mouth.
"Oh my god, Kurt." Blaine looked from the glowing stream back to the teary eyed boy standing behind him. "It looks just the same.
The two stood there for a while longer, basking in the memories that came along with the stream.
The two recalled going to that one spot, that one log almost every day together. They would always end up lingering until the sun started to fade away, or there was simply nothing left to say.
Long hours, during a long summer of nothing but being two innocent kids sitting on a log listening to each other's drabbles. Sometimes they would bring the snacks their parents would pack for them and picnic on the log together. And both of them seemed to remember 'the kiss' the first kiss either boy had ever had, the kiss that led to the realization of their personal preference: There were fond memories that came with the presence of the same gender, and they were just looking for that same feeling they shared almost thirteen years ago with that one boy who became just another lost friend.
"I don't know how, Kurt, but something tells me that we need to come here more often…" Tears had then started welling in Blaine's eyes as well.
They walked together along the creek, not saying much.
Once they came back around to the main area of the park there were few things either one had said about the recent memory. Just a light sentence here or there to acknowledge the other's input on a certain question. And maybe just a quick glance toward the other boy, who gratefully, but cautiously returned the look with a very cryptic and charming smile.
Blaine stopped in his tracks, causing Kurt to pause shortly after. He was just looking at Kurt, bearing a look that was so intense, so thoughtful. He couldn't take his eyes away. Maybe it was the gentle breeze that carried with it the gentle aroma of the season, or the way his scarf tucked perfectly in between his beautifully defined jaw line and his coat's collar, but something had him enthralled and unwilling to release this moment for anything.
"What are you staring at, Blaine?" Kurt asked with the faintest hint of a chuckle behind his smile.
"Kurt… could we… sit down for a moment?" Blaine's eyes were still attached to Kurt's every move.
"Why so proper all the sudden? "For a moment"? who says For a moment?" Kurt was laughing to himself a little harder than he had before, trying to calm his nerves with humor.
"Excuse me, Mr. B-plus-in-English! I just… c'mon." Blaine started amusing himself as well.
"Okay. I get your point." Kurt playfully stuck his tongue out at Blaine.
"Kurt," Blaine started as he pulled gently on Kurt's arm, leading him to sit on a bench that was tucked away underneath a large maple tree. "I have to tell you something that has been on my mind."
"Okay…" Kurt heart was pounding. This was all just so sudden and sweet, and it could be anything, that was probably it: He had no idea what Blaine was going to say.
Blaine sat down after Kurt, and was just staring at him, Kurt didn't seem uncomfortable about it, but seemed rather to like the gentle attention he was getting from him. The wind seemed to be swinging in and out from between their bodies, waiting for something to happen, and just settling down around them.
Kurt wasn't about to say anything, he didn't want a single word to get in the way of something Blaine might say, if he was even going to say something along the lines Kurt was hoping for Blaine might change his mind fast enough, but with the way his eyes were looking so deeply into Kurt's eyes he was sure that Blaine was very serious about whatever it was.
"Kurt, I don't know exactly what was real or what was just a fantasy in my head from when we first met so long ago, but I do know one thing, Kurt…" he paused for a minute, just thinking about how to perfectly illustrate the words that were floating about his head perfectly to Kurt.
"What is that, Blaine?" Kurt wasn't reacting how Blaine might have been expecting him to, he seemed very confused and flustered. He had hoped he might have been feeling the exact same thing as himself.
"That ever since you came to Dalton, ever since we have become really close friends, and since I have seen the raw essence and power you put into every song you sing, and the way everything you do is unbelievably beautiful I can hardly look away from you, you have always been so special to me, Kurt. And I know that this is real, our friendship, and maybe more than that, is real. I am sorry if anything I have ever done was confusing to you, or if I was just being afraid to say what I was really feeling to you, but, Kurt, there is nothing else or no one else in this world who makes me feel the way you do…" His eyes were so big and beautiful, the dark brown was sparkling so vividly, it looked like there were small tears there, but the loveliest and most elegant tears Kurt had ever seen.
Kurt returned the look, but with his soft colored eyes that didn't know what to do with themselves.
"Kurt, you wouldn't believe how long I have wanted to do this…"
"Blaine." Kurt gasped out in barely a whisper.
Blaine leaned in to Kurt, softly but with power. In a moments time Blaine's lips were pressed firmly against Kurt's, and all that could be felt was the warm sensation that came from each other's breath.
Blaine's plump, soft lips were planted over Kurt's which were thin and dry, but still so soft and warm. Both felt as if the world had stopped, as they were melting inside their own little world on that one little bench under that one little tree. Then Blaine broke off the quick kiss, Kurt's head trailing along behind as he pulled himself away, wanting more.
"Blaine," Kurt breathed out more heavily this time.
"I'm sorry, Kurt." Blaine laughed under his breath as he avoided the brunette's eye contact. "I just…"
"Don't be." Kurt chimed in. "That couldn't have been more perfect. I just didn't know you felt this way too."
With hearing that Blaine's heart began to melt with unbearable relief. "Oh, god, Kurt." Blaine leaned in again to finish off the kiss that was now harder, and had much more vigor, which Kurt was more than happy to oblige and transcend everything right back to Blaine's pleading lips.
There was so much passion and hunger in their kiss, but also a gentle, honest love behind it. There were hands flying about, roaming the other's hair, relieving access that up until now had been denied to them, and soft touches to each other's skin with hands that were like secret hands and were only now being discovered.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, Blaine." Kurt informed with the widest grin Blaine had ever seen planted firmly in between two adorable dimples on his beautiful face.
Then they just sat together, hands laced in between one another's, Blaine's head pressed into Kurt's neck, breathing in his unmistakable, glorious aroma, while Kurt rested his rosy colored cheeks into the loose curls of Blaine's warm hair that smelled like everything he had dreamed of for so long.
This was perfect.
Kurt was putting his books away in the locker the next Monday. Nothing was wrong with the world at this moment, not after what had just happened last Saturday. Maybe all could go back to normal if he and Blaine could finally just be together, now there wouldn't be any worry for bullies or spontaneous outbreaks with said bullies in the halls.
Or so Kurt thought when his daily ritual of emergency hair prepping in his locker mirror was cut short by a sudden excruciatingly loud slam of metal in his face. He jumped back in shock, the initial sound of the noise and the common pushes he received almost every day caused him to be very edgy.
"Look, I saw what you were doing in the park, and I saw what you did." The lewd jock spat in one breathe.
"What are you talking about?" The firm footed boy retorted, dazed from the abrupt challenge he was faced with. The jock who was new to the school's voice became increasingly quieter. "I saw you macking with that prep boy on Saturday." His voice was rough and hard.
"Okay, first off who are you to say anything about anything that I do, say, or actions I make? And second, what are you doing spying on me on the weekends?" Kurt was speaking in a soft tone that was obviously furious.
"That's none of your freaking business why I was in the park, but I don't want to see some dumb ass gays making out where I can see them. Just make sure you never let it happen again. Got it, Hummel?" His teeth were gritted and he was looking down upon the angry looking Kurt.
"I… will do whatever I want whenever I want. You have no way to control me, and nothing you say would ever convince me enough to stop what I do. You wouldn't even know what it feels like to love somebody like I love Blaine, you probably only sleep with the first girl who looks your way just so you can have some kind of pathetic happiness in your life from being loved" Kurt put air hand quotations around the word love "by a dozen ill-minded cheerios who just want to be with the first football player they see in order to get their personal status up. You don't know how it feels and you probably never will." Kurt's eyes were bearing up at the large boy who at the moment seemed twice his size on the outside, but twice as small on the inside.
"Listen to me, Hummel." The jock grabbed at Kurt's collar, forcing him against the lockers. "Why don't you just shut the fuck up? It is none of your damn business who I chill with, got it. You freaks don't even love each other. You just want to get freaky with each other don't you? Maybe just to get into his pants?" The boy had him pinned. His eyes seemed to blaze with hatred. "Well, if I ever see you two together again… I will beat the living shit out of you so hard; I guess not even true freaking love would heal you from your goddamn coma I will put you in. And you have my word on that." He pushed him slightly harder into the lockers before releasing him and continuing to walk down the hallway.
Kurt couldn't feel himself breath. What in the hell just happened? He clung to the lockers behind him like they were glued to his arms and shoulders. His breathing started in strikingly fast and sharp breaths.
What choices do I have now, Blaine?
I had so much fun writing the smutty part in the park XD mmm I needed to see more of that in "Original Songs"!
