Blaine loved how Kurt's hand fitted in his. Kurt's long, elegant fingers laced with his, his soft, warm palm pressed against Blaine's own.
He led him to the school auditorium, grinning at the little questioning noise Kurt made when Blaine showed him the ladder backstage.
Okay, he let Kurt go up first so he could stare at his ass. He was only human, after all.
They reached the little space above the stage where they kept some old set pieces and lights.
"I think there's an old tuxedo of mine stored away up here," Kurt said softly, "half black and half white, from a duet I did with myself."
"A duet you did with yourself?" Blaine winked. "Sounds hot."
Kurt blushed and mumbled something about Santana Lopez under his breath, but Blaine didn't push it. He took Kurt's hand again and walked over to the corner where a few backdrops were leaning against the wall. He nudged them aside to reveal a small door that came up to his chest.
"Come on," he whispered to Kurt, who looked at him with wide eyes.
"Is this leading to some room with a peep hole or something?" He asked nervously.
"I never knew you could be so dirty," Blaine teased him, stroking his hand with his thumb when he blushed again.
The door opened to a small passage way. Blaine went first this time, to make Kurt feel more at ease.
When they came to the other side of the short hall, Kurt gasped.
"What is this place?"
"It's mine," Blaine told him quietly, "well, I found it in my first week at McKinley. I don't think anyone knows about it."
"It's beautiful up here," Kurt said. He took a step inside, and another. Blaine let go of his hand so he could look around.
"Did you draw these?" Kurt asked, looking at the pictures tacked up on the walls.
"Uh, yeah," Blaine said, scratching his neck. This was the part he was kind of nervous about.
"Some of these are of me," Kurt said, sounding surprised.
"Yeah," Blaine said again, "but it's not some stalker thing, I promise. See? There's ones of people from my old school. That one is my brother Cooper. And there are some of people from this school, too. Like, there's Mercedes, and the lunch lady, hell, even Rick the Stick is up there." He smiled when Kurt laughed at Rick's snarling expression.
Kurt turned to him. "They're wonderful," he said. Blaine's smile widened into a grin and he walked over to him. Kurt turned to look at a sketch of his own face, one with his eyes shut, a peaceful, innocent look on his face. It was one of Blaine's favorites.
"I can't believe you drew pictures of me," he said.
"Well," Blaine slowly said, "your face is the kind of face that belongs in art." Kurt looked at him again, cheeks stained pink.
"I wish I could draw your face," he said, blushing even harder and looking away, "maybe...maybe one day I could sing you a song." He shook his head. "Never mind. I know glee club seems lame to anyone not in it."
"I want to hear you sing," Blaine said softly. He grasped Kurt's hand again and pulled him over to the old, worn couch, spreading out a blanket he'd brought up when he'd first found this space in case Kurt was worried about his clothes. The couch was kind of gross.
"Thank you for showing me this place," Kurt said, "I know it must be special to you."
Blaine smiled. "Now it's more special." He loved seeing Kurt's face go all pink in response to him, the way a smile would tug on his lips and his eyelashes would flutter just a little.
He reached into the box beside the couch and pulled out a beer, cracking the tab and taking a sip. "Want some?" He asked Kurt.
Kurt stared at him like he'd grown another head. "Drinking at school? Underage?"
Blaine smirked and took another swallow. "You've never had any alcohol in your life, have you?"
Kurt pursed his lips. "I did once. I threw up on the guidance counselor's shoes."
"You did?! You were drunk at school? Why?"
Kurt stared down at his hands. "Someone told me it would make me feel more confident. I wasn't out at the time. Well, it was a glass closet, because it's not like anyone looks at me and thinks anything other than "flaming homo"-"
"When I first looked at you, I thought you were gorgeous. And that anyone who wore pants that tight couldn't be as innocent as he seemed. Not that there's anything wrong with being a flaming homosexual." He took another swig of his beer, humming, until he noticed Kurt was staring at him with a very vulnerable look on his face. "...Kurt?"
"Blaine, I need to know. I need to know what's happening here, because the way I'm feeling...about you," Kurt swallowed and reached out, holding both of Blaine's hands, "I've never dated before, never had a boyfriend. I've never been with anyone in any way, and before we get in too deep, if you truly care about me, I need to know. Because I'm getting into something, and I-I don't know what I'm doing, and I know with the way things are going, it's a strong possibility that one day you will have the power to break my heart."
Blaine felt a swooping in his belly, and his heart raced at the sight of Kurt's beseeching eyes, the tremble of his lip. "Kurt," he breathed, "don't you know you already have that power over me?"
Kurt blinked, his eyes searching, then he took a deep breath and leaned forward, sliding down and resting his head on Blaine's chest. "Is this alright?" He asked quietly.
Blaine's blood thrummed pleasantly as Kurt's scent invaded his senses and he wrapped his arms around his slender frame. His belly swooped again when Kurt nuzzled against him tentatively and draped an arm across his chest. Blaine rested his cheek on top of Kurt's head.
"More than."
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When Blaine confessed to Kurt on that dingy couch that he could break his heart, Kurt was overwhelmed. His heart had sped up and his stomach twisted pleasantly, and he might have started to tear up, except his mind was racing.
Never in his life had he ever wanted to kiss someone so badly. Even when he had a crush on Finn, he mostly fantasized about Finn rescuing him from bullies or going on romantic dates with him, things like sunset picnics and Finn rowing them in a small boat in a beautiful pond while Kurt read poetry to him. He hadn't ever really let himself think too much about the physical stuff, maybe because of how everyone at school accused him of being a pervert because he was gay. And then everything with Karofsky had happened, and he hadn't wanted to even think about kissing.
But in that moment, he wanted to kiss Blaine so badly. He didn't, though. He was scared, scared that it wouldn't be good, that he wouldn't be good. With Brittany, their chaste kiss was dry and awkward, and with Karofsky, it was just terrifying and painful and disgusting. He worried his experiences had made him a bad kisser, and that Blaine would hate him and want nothing to do with him. And he was scared that maybe he just didn't like kissing, which meant he would never have a proper boyfriend and never fall in love and get married like he dreamed.
So instead, he did the next best thing. He slid down and hugged Blaine, tentatively resting his cheek against Blaine's firm chest, his heart stuttering at the closeness. Blaine's arms wrapped around him and he closed his eyes, smiling in contentment.
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When Kurt woke up sometime later, he and Blaine were stretched out on the couch, with Kurt lying on top of Blaine, his head still pillowed on his chest. Blaine was dozing, his arms looped loosely around Kurt's waist, one hand casually gripping the back of his belt. Kurt blushed at the proximity of Blaine's hand to his butt and tried to wiggle a little to reach and gently move his hand up a little, but his movements woke Blaine, who opened his eyes with a little start, and then smiled down at Kurt, moving his hand of his own accord and rubbing Kurt's back lightly.
Somehow that made Kurt blush more, and he slowly sat up. Blaine followed him easily, until they were sitting upright, but Kurt was essentially in Blaine's lap.
"Good rest?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, feeling more shy after their impromptu nap. It occurred to him that he might be missing his last class of the day, but he couldn't bring himself to move.
"The creases from my jacket made lines on your cheek," Blaine whispered, like this was a private joke, and Kurt laughed self-consciously, reaching up to touch his face. Blaine beat him to it and cupped his jaw, this thumb tracing over the indentations on his cheek. "Kurt," he said lowly, his voice warm and soft, "I really want to kiss you."
Kurt's breath caught in his throat. All his worries and fears seemed to blur and fade with Blaine's mouth so close to his, Blaine's smell all around him, Blaine warm underneath and beside him. His eyes slid shut.
"I want to kiss you too," he said softly.
He waited in anticipation, unconsciously tilting his chin up a little in invitation. He didn't know what to expect; he couldn't imagine Blaine would give him an innocent kiss. Would it be hard and rough? Maybe he'd like that when it was actually wanted. But he didn't know if he wanted it for a first kiss. His first real kiss.
Lips, soft but firm, a little chapped, caught his own gently. His hands twisted in his lap as Blaine tightened the arm around his waist and used his other hand to tilt his head and deepen their kiss.
Their kiss. It wasn't innocent, not with the way Blaine caught Kurt's bottom lip and sucked on it, not with how urgently Kurt leaned into him and slid his hands up Blaine's chest, curling his fingers into his t-shirt, feeling his heart beat underneath. But it wasn't rough or forceful, either. Blaine didn't push him back or grab hold of his head; if anything, Kurt was leaning into him, more and more, like Blaine was gently guiding him towards him and Kurt couldn't help but pursue his mouth.
Right around the time his head started to spin, Blaine eased away, pausing to kiss Kurt again with a soft brush of his lips. Kurt kept his eyes shut for a moment, not really aware when his tongue darted out to lick his lips and catch a lingering taste of Blaine there. He heard Blaine inhale sharply and opened his eyes.
"Was it...was it okay?" He asked, his face heating up. He started to move his hands away from Blaine's chest, but Blaine caught them and held them over his heart, which was thumping rapidly.
Blaine looked at him, eyes wide and sparkling. He started to smile. "You just have no idea, do you? No idea what you do to me."
Kurt licked his lips again. "Well, you should show me."
Blaine stared at him for a second, and then they both dove in for another taste.