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Note: Klaine. It's easy, it's cute, it is everything Klaine is, really. Also, Darren Criss/Chris Colfer in-jokes (props if you can spot them!). Two more chapters remain after this one; it'll be done by the end of the year. Review.
Craving
Ah, constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
"Baby, it's almost over," the dark-haired boy whispers. "You're leaving soon."
"I know," the other boy leans against him. "But it's only for a year. And I'll be home for breaks. Besides, one of the perks of college is that you get out super-early. It's not like I'm going to Europe or anything like that."
"I'll still miss you," the ex-private school boy pouts.
"And I'll miss you," the brunette chuckles. "You'll just have to do without me."
"It's different now," the boy murmurs. "After we…you know," he reddens.
"Just because we had sex," his boyfriend says bluntly, "does not mean things are different between us. You know very well that the bond we share is an emotional bond, not a physical one. Of course, that's not to say that I don't enjoy the physical aspects of our relationship, because I do, but a relationship is not all about sex."
"I know," the brown-eyed boy bats his eyelashes. "But I'm going to miss kissing you goodnight after a date, or cuddling with you on the couch while watching a movie."
"Ohh, honey, I know," the blue-eyed boy says sadly. "But…going to New York is my dream, and it has been since I was a little boy. And just the fact that I've been accepted to school there…and knowing I have an amazing boyfriend waiting for me back home…what more could a gay ask for, really?"
The dapper man laughs. "I suppose you have a point there."
"We're going to Skype, right?" the older boy queries.
"Of course. Every day, or at least every other day. I want to hear about your big-city adventures. You need to keep this Ohio hick informed about all the best places to eat and to shop before he joins you next year."
"You know," Kurt giggles. "When I first met you, I thought you were older than me."
"What could've possessed you to think that?" Blaine asks amusedly.
"You were just so…self-confident. You were my mentor, my role model. You would text me 'courage' every single day, sometimes two or three times a day. I looked up to you, Blaine. Well, figuratively, of course," he acknowledges Blaine's short height.
"Are you implying that I'm short?" Blaine teases.
"You are rather…oh, what's that Lord of the Rings thing? The thing that has to do with the place with all the midget creatures…the…Shire? "
"Hobbit," Blaine immediately says.
"You are such a nerd," Kurt admonishes. "But yes, a Hobbit."
"If I'm a Hobbit, you're a…a…a wood nymph," Blaine sputters.
"Really, sweetie?" Kurt raises his perfectly tended eyebrows.
"It was the first thing that came to mind," Blaine blushes.
"Am I at least a cute wood nymph?" Kurt tickles Blaine good-naturedly.
"The hottest wood nymph I've ever seen," Blaine tickles him back.
"Know what I'm going to tell all the people who try to hit on me in New York?" Kurt leans in flirtily towards his boyfriend.
"That you're gay?" Blaine quips.
"Well, I'll tell the girls that," Kurt waves his hand. "It should be obvious enough. Then again, Mercedes…well, that's another story," he says off Blaine's look. "I'll tell the boys that I have an amazing man waiting for me back in Ohio, and that if they even try to hit on me again, that amazing man will come to NYC and personally kick their ass."
"But honey, you're the one who can use the sai swords," Blaine reminds him.
"Oh, right," Kurt smacks his forehead. "I can go all Ninja Turtles on them."
"Who's the nerd now?" Blaine cracks up.
"Okay, so I had a fetish for the Ninja Turtles," Kurt admits. "It's not my fault. They were just so…awesome."
"So this Mercedes story," Blaine rests his elbow on his knee. "I'd like to hear it."
Kurt sighs. "So in sophomore year, I hadn't really come out yet, especially at the beginning of the year. I started hanging out with Mercedes—trust me, she needed a fashion makeover at that point—and she mistook it for me having feelings for her. Actually, Santana and Brittany and Quinn kind of egged her on. Anyway, so I lied to her and said I liked Rachel, when I really liked Finn, and for some reason she believed me. She even threw a rock through the window of my car."
Blaine's eyes widen. "Mercedes threw a rock in your car?"
"Yep," Kurt rolls his eyes. "But then I confessed to her, and we made up. Later, Rachel and Tina told me that they held a gay intervention—or in Rachel's words, a 'gay-vention'—for her, which failed."
Blaine begins to laugh. "She was that clueless, huh?"
"Her gay-dar was very, very broken at the time," Kurt closes his eyes.
"Kurt, you really are something," Blaine wrestles him into a hug. "And I love you."
"I love you, too," Kurt smiles and kisses him, never wanting to let go.
Up next: Quinn/Rachel
