Chapter 9

He felt the bed dip and his breath hitched. "Kurt, please look at me." There was something in his voice that made Kurt turn around, he pulled the covers down slowly showing his pale face, red eyes, red nose. His broken heart was reflected in his eyes. He looked up at Will slowly. He didn't know what he was going to see when he did. He'd expected for nothing to have changed. For Will to look as sexy as he always had done, as captivating as he was since the first time they kissed. Though he was still sexy, still captivating, still Will. Something had changed. His eyes were heavy, he hadn't been sleeping. His hair seemed less enthusiastic as it once was. He looked tired, exhausted. |He looked as broken as Kurt felt inside.

Kurt didn't know what to say or what to do. He wanted to reach out and touch him but his heart wouldn't allow him to feel sorry for Will. Not after what he had done to him. He stared at him for a few seconds before he pulled his eyes away and stared at the floor.

"I'm so sorry." Will whispers, his fingers picking at each other as though he was trying to stop himself from reaching out and caressing Kurt's cheek. "What happened...it was wrong, and I took advantage."

Kurt bit his lip, he wanted to tell him that he hadn't took advantage. That Kurt had wanted that. But he couldn't find the words. He couldn't even look at him. He still felt humiliated.

"When I...When I told you to go, I...I was freaking out. I wanted so bad for you to stay, I wanted to cook you dinner, to cuddle up on the sofa and to just be." Will blushes as he speaks and Kurt slowly diverts his eyes to his and he feels trapped and lost in them. "I didn't think that was what you wanted, and I didn't know know what to say. I didn't...I handled it badly, I fucked up royally. I know that. But please... Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you?" He sounded so desperate that Kurt felt almost obligated to do so.

"I..."

"I don't know what to say any more, except a thousand times over I'm sorry. Oh so sorry, Kurt." He whispers, this time when his hands move they do caress his cheek and Kurt moves in against his hand because he just can't pull away. "Give me another chance to make things right?"

"Why do you want to?" Kurt whispers, his voice not quite there yet. It had been a week since he spoke more then a full sentence and he wasn't shocked to hear how raspy his voice was. Will was, and his eyes were shining with hurt.

"Because when I kiss you I truly feel like I'm living." Will says, his eyes lower to Kurt's eyes but he doesn't pull in.

Kurt blushes and his lips press softly against the palm of Will's strong hand. "I'll give you another chance." Kurt says softly.

Will smiles brilliantly at him. His whole face contorts in a smile that's contagious and Kurt smiles too. "Thank you."

Kurt just nods, he thinks saying your welcome would be a bit weird so he just smiles a little more.

"I better go. It would look weird if I were to stay too long." Will says sadly, he wants to stay. He wants to crawl under the covers with Kurt and hold him tight, protect him from all the hurt in the world.

"Can...This weekend?" Kurt whispers. Will nods.

"Sunday, come over to mine?"

"I'd like that." Kurt smiles. Will leans in and presses a fragile kiss to Kurt's cheek before pulling away slowly.

"I left you some work on the table." Will smiles. "I'll see you Sunday."

"See you Sunday." Kurt says and watches him leave.

Kurt can't help but grin as he hears the front door upstairs close. He lets his body spasm in excitement at the thought of what was to come on Sunday. He smiled, before reality hit and he realised Will had seen him looking like...looking like this. Oh, he was going to look his best come Sunday.