A/N Starship was beautiful :') Eep op ork ah-ah. (anyone know what I'm talking about?)

Swim 'Til You Drown

The seats were red and plush, the classic style for any movie theatre chairs. Everything in the cinema was normal, the employees, the food, the trashy walkways between aisles...they were all the same as before. So why was Kurt's stomach in overlapping knots?

Blaine.

The theatre was just like any others that littered the Ohio state. It was small, sure, but that should have decreased the amount of fear building up inside of Blaine. He kept glancing around, his eyes never seeming to find something to look upon without his heart leaping through the fabric of his shirt. Something like...

Kurt.

Both boys were oblivious to each other's intertwining feelings. Blaine knew Kurt had a boyfriend, but he would give up anything and everything for Kurt to realize that said boyfriend was abusing him. Kurt knew Blaine loved him, but he was too afraid to admit the returned feelings in fear of Blaine accusing Kurt of only saying it to please him, or something from those lines.

"I'm not so sure about this movie," Kurt whispered through the previews, "it seems very similar to Inception."

Blaine rolled his eyes, the hazel seeming to shimmer even in the dark of the theatre. "Please, Kurt. Source Code has nothing to do with Inception. It's time travel," he whispered back, "not dreaming about dreams."

He nudged his elbow against Kurt's forearm, and Kurt instantly felt a shiver of warmth spread up his spine. A shiver of warmth was not exactly possible, nor was it what Kurt wanted Blaine to see. Fortunately for Kurt, he didn't.

The movie started, but Kurt barely noticed. His blue eyes were locked on the screen, though they were iced over with nothing short of determination. He had to concentrate on the movie, not on Blaine and his black locks of hair, or his angular jaw, or his perfectly curved lips...

It was barely two minutes into the movie, and Kurt already felt like he had walked through a century and back.

Things were not awkward, Kurt had not expected them to be, but the one thing he had been anticipating grew stronger and stronger in the pit of his stomach. His arm, which was splayed across the armrest, was resting precariously close to Blaine's, and it took every ounce of his strength to not close the air between them and grab Blaine's hand.

He knew he loved Blaine, and he knew Blaine loved him back, but he was with Karofsky. Although he had come to terms with the reality of his abuse relationship, he didn't want to leave it so quickly. It may have sounded odd in his thoughts, but the truth behind it was in the least bit strange.

He had been put through so much pain in the hands of his boyfriend, the one who was hiding behind who he was. Kurt was often told, by Blaine and by Kurt's family, that he was astoundingly brave and courageous. He believed the words until now, when he realized that as much as he wanted, and needed, to break up with Kar- Dave, he just couldn't find the power to do so.

Kurt felt weak. Couples broke up everyday and he couldn't do it. Was it the fear of being hurt again? He knew it wasn't because he loved Dave, because after his realization of the abuse only few hours ago, all feelings had been dropped. It hadn't been a sudden thing though, Kurt suspected that he wouldn't of come to his conclusion if some of the previous feelings had already left.

But there was still the ever-present emotions that Kurt's heart held captive, the raw feelings he had for Blaine, since the first day they met to their shared moment now.

And although Kurt's heart was sorted out and he knew exactly who he really loved, as if there was a doubt, he was worried at what Blaine's reaction would be. Kurt's back was stiff and it hurt from the aching position he had left it in, and he sighed as he realized he could tell Blaine after the movie.

The lights faded back to normal, the yellow tint lighting up the theatre room almost instantly. Blaine stood and stretched, a happy, go-lucky grin on his face. He turned to Kurt, who was still sitting, in near open-mouthed shock. The movie was over already?

He pushed his body up hastily, looking around to see others leaving. The movie was playing it's credits and soft music in the background, and Kurt still couldn't believe that he'd sat there thinking for the entire length of the movie.

"See? What did I tell you; nothing like Inception." Blaine teased as he stepped over a discarded soda cup, gesturing for Kurt to follow him out of the screening room. Kurt moved almost numbly after him.

"Yeah, uh," Kurt stammered, a shaky smile sneaking it's way onto Kurt's lips, "next time I'll do more research on the movie before I see it."

Blaine eyed him suspiciously. "Oh, like I can't see right through you, Kurt. You didn't like it." he said, his mouth turning up in a playful smile.

Kurt tried to smile back, but he was sure it appeared like a grimace. When confronted with playful smiles and honey hazel eyes, Kurt was weak-kneed. "It's not that I didn't like it, per se, it's just that I didn't get to see most of it."

Blaine nodded thoughtfully, as Kurt swung open the exit door. "Yeah, you did seem distracted. I offered you some of my popcorn but you just kept staring at the screen."

Kurt retorted, "Popcorn is full of butter and salt, which will result in bigger pear hips."

Blaine snuck a glance from the corners of his eyes. "You are perfect, Kurt." he said, and Kurt raised an eyebrow, though his inner self was screaming with happiness and raw excitement.

Blaine just gave him a broad grin. "Coffee?" he asked, his face chipper but his tone serious. Kurt nearly felt his stomach drop. It time for what he was dreading.

Instead of heading to their respectable cars, Blaine suggested they walk. Kurt didn't object, he'd much rather walk with Blaine than mulling over worst case scenarios in his mind by himself, but it didn't stop him from getting butterflies in his stomach at Blaine's words.

The walk started silent. The only sound was from the passing cars and from Kurt's slight leaps to get over puddles of water. The snow was melting, an odd feat to occur at night, yet it was no bother to them, pardon Kurt's small jumps over each. During large puddles, in which Kurt didn't want his shoes to get wet, he would grasp onto Blaine's hand to give him a jumping start.

It was a tension breaker, perhaps. Both were anticipating the conversation that was about to happen, a conversation that could potentially change both of their lives, for better or for worse, and this simple action was bringing a smile to their faces. Before they could realize it, their moments of puddle jumping were over, and they stood in front of the Lima Bean.

The shop was nearly empty, except for a few business men scattered on laptops. The barista handed them their coffees when they ordered, they sat at their table, everything was the same yet everything felt different.

And when Blaine started speaking, his voice quiet and velvet, Kurt couldn't believe his ears. It was a bitter melody, the notes spinning their course out of Blaine's lips and to Kurt's ears. He was speaking about Dave, how much he worried that Dave could really hurt Kurt, he was speaking of the horrible conclusions to abusive relationships, and he was speaking a foreign language.

Kurt understood everything Blaine was saying, but the words were spoken with so much sincerity and compassion that Kurt felt his heart give a painful tug. He didn't want Blaine to speak about Dave now, because Kurt had already realized that he was in an abusive relationship.

Blaine reached over and placed his hand on Kurt's arm, a gesture passed so easily through friends, though it felt like the spot Blaine had touched was about to burst out in fire. And then Kurt knew what he wanted to tell Blaine. He just wasn't sure how to say it.

Blaine was speaking so softly, his voice so genuine and so full of emotion that Kurt could barely stand it. How could one person be so understanding and gentle, even if he was fighting a battle with himself and Kurt at the same time? Kurt loved Blaine too, and even though his lips couldn't form the words to tell him so, Kurt wanted to tell him somehow.

He just didn't expect his own body to lean across the table and press his lips against Blaine's.

And when Blaine's lips began to move toward his, Kurt didn't expect it to feel that amazing. He wanted to reminisce and live in this moment forever, never letting Blaine leave his life again and never letting Dave back in it. Everything seemed to be falling into their perfect places, and Kurt was starting to feel like his abusive relationship with Dave was only a twisted nightmare.

But Blaine pulled back suddenly with a pained expression on his face, and he escaped the coffee house in such haste that Kurt could barely realize what happened.

Kurt jumped up, throwing his full cup of coffee in the nearest garbage can. He exited the Lima Bean as fast as he could, the cold air rushing past him as he raced towards Blaine's retreating figure. "Blaine!" Kurt called, his legs carrying him closer and closer to Blaine.

Kurt reached Blaine, and he stretched his hand out to grasp at Blaine's arm. Blaine whipped around, his eyes shining even in the midnight glow with unshed tears. "Blaine," Kurt muttered, "B-Blaine, why did you run away from me?"

Blaine tugged his arm out of Kurt's hold, and he backed up a step. "I can't do this anymore." he whispered, his voice soft but the wind carrying. "You are with Karofsky, and spending time with you is only hurting me..."

The words cut through Blaine's lips and then sliced their way into Kurt's heart. "W-What are you saying?" Kurt murmured, his voice faltering with fear.

"You love Karofsky-"

Kurt wiped his hand across his cheeks, his face warm despite the freezing air. "I don't know if I do anymore...h-he hurts me, and I don't-"

"Please, please just stop." Blaine said, his voice shaking and tearing at the seams. Kurt reached out, his hand only capturing air instead of Blaine's hand, and his own eyes filled with tears as Blaine moved away further. "It was a mistake to get close to you again. I can't stand being around you anymore when you don't love me back."

No, Kurt wanted to say, I do love you back. But his mouth was dry, and the only thing he could manage to do right now was breathe, and even that was difficult for him to do.

"I still love you, and I'll always love you." Blaine whispered.

No. No, please. Don't do this. The tears were leaking out of Kurt's eyes, leaving streaks down his cheeks and dropping down his chin.

"Bye, Kurt."

Blaine walked away, his figure falling away in the distance. Kurt shut his eyes harshly, and pulled his arm in front of his mouth, the cloth crippling his sob and weighing down his body.

And when he opened his eyes again, when he expected to find Blaine still standing in front of him, like this whole ordeal had been a warped nightmare, Blaine wasn't there.

He was gone.

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