Author's Note: Hey guys! Finals were semi-tortuous, but I'm back now! Summer is a welcome reprieve, and next year is bound to be even more stressful, 'cause my guidance counselor wants me to start some writing/literature college courses. Exciting, but it'll be crazy. :) Anyway, this chapter is gonna be a bit steamy. ;) Just so you know what you're in for. My gosh guys...I can't believe it's almost over! One more chapter after this and Post-It Promises is history! Thank you all so much for your kind words. At the end of the next chapter, I'll give you some info on my next FF project, which I've begun working on already. Thank you to Orange-Coyote for her lovely review and to all the people who PM'd me, and favorited or alerted this story or myself all throughout. You guys are awesome.

This story is AU, but canon up until Original Song save one little detail: Blaine and Kurt are in the same grade. Please note that it is rated M, so there will be some more mature material, but nothing too graphic. If same-sex relationships bother you for any reason, you will not enjoy this. If you are not comfortable reading about topics such as past bullying/violence, past child neglect, or situations of a sexual nature, all dealt with as tastefully as possible and in a non-graphic manner, please do not continue reading.

If I haven't scared you off yet, I hope you enjoy my little project here! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Glee'. It and any songs/lyrics mentioned belong to their rightful owners, and no copyright infringement is intended.

- Av

Post-It Promises

Chapter Ten

Kissing was better than talking. Really, why would you want to form words with your tongue when it could be in Kurt Hummel's mouth?

Blaine and Kurt were tangled together in the middle of the room, intensity burning in their lungs, breathing each other in. With a low moan, Kurt broke their kiss and, still clutching Blaine, stumbled backwards to sit heavily on the couch. Blaine landed in a rather ungraceful pile of limbs in Kurt's lap. Untangling himself, Blaine settled himself in Kurt's lap as Kurt searched for his lips again, pressing kisses to the corner of Blaine's mouth before claiming it once more.

Once again Kurt tore himself away.

"We - Blaine, we should, uh..."

Blaine groaned, and then gave a little nervous laugh, shifting to sit next to Kurt rather than on top of him.

"Right. Talk. I mean. We should do that. Talk."

Blaine rubbed his palms over his thighs, blushing all down his neck.

"Kurt, did my notes...I never meant for you to... Did they make you uncomfortable?"

Kurt crossed his legs beneath himself, leaning forward in his elbows.

"Yes," he said firmly after considering for a long moment. Blaine closed his eyes, bowing his head slightly in response.

"Yes," Kurt continued, sliding his fingers over Blaine's hand gently, "they made me uncomfortable, but you can't say that something like that wasn't meant to make me uncomfortable. It made me think, Blaine, and isn't that what you were going for? Sometimes people don't want to think. Sometimes they're too busy thinking what they feel like they should be thinking to actually be rational. Am I making sense?"

Blaine raised his head and blinked at Kurt.

"But I never wanted you to - to feel like I - I didn't want there to be some sort of obligation or anything I just wanted -"

"You wanted to get something important off your chest and you wanted me to realize some things that, honestly...Blaine, no matter how I went about coming to terms with the fact that - with...this, it would've been anything but comfortable at this point," Kurt said calmly, and that was that.

Blaine swallowed and turned his palm face up on his knee. Kurt placed his hand in Blaine's and squeezed gently.

"I love you, Blaine. Okay?"

Blaine gave a choked little laugh. "I love you too," he whispered. "Kind of a lot."

Kurt smiled and unfolded his legs, crawling over to straddle Blaine's thighs. Blaine looked more than a little dazed by this move, but wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. Neither said anything, content to spend the evening discovering each other in a much more physical way.

Blaine woke slowly, not really fully conscious even once he was. The warm body curled into his felt comforting and safe, something he rarely felt when waking up naked; a cheek was pressed to his shoulder and a leg thrown over one of his, toes pressing into his calf in a familiar gesture...

Blaine's mind began to catch up to his surroundings and he grinned lazily into the head of chestnut hair nestled under his chin. The two were sprawled on the couch, covered by an old afghan. Kurt was still asleep, his breathing even, deep, and familiar. The city was truly awakening as nighttime provided masks for the masquerade of nightlife. The wide windows that looked out over the street were glowing portraits of lights spotting buildings and cars and sidewalks, and somehow the moment couldn't be more private.

Blaine's hand brushed down the elegant curve of Kurt's bare back and the responding, sleepy sigh echoed in their little bubble pleasantly. Blaine felt Kurt's lips pucker against Blaine's clavicle and his nose (Blaine could picture it wrinkled cutely) rubbing against his collarbone.

"Bee?" Kurt yawned, his breath hot against Blaine's chest; he rolled over, squirming to lie between Blaine's legs and rest his head against Blaine's shoulder.

"Mmuh?"

Kurt giggled at Blaine's sleep-rough voice.

"What?" Blaine murmured, not wanting to break the fragile quiet that was somehow helped along by the hum of the refrigerator and the muffled sounds of the city reminding them that life existed outside of each other.

"Nothing, just...I'm glad it happened this way," Kurt said softly, running his hand over Blaine's forearm and lifting Blaine's hand to examine his fingers before lacing them with his own. "Us. I'm glad we happened this way."

Blaine squeezed their intertwined fingers. "That's a lot of everything to be just nothing."

When Kurt woke the next morning, the last thing he expected to see was an extremely self-satisfied Rachel Berry sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of orange juice, pretending to do the crossword.

"Good mooorning," she drawled in a very bad British accent.

"Yes, yes, I know. You told me so, it's about time, etc., etc...Now, would you kindly leave the room so I can...erm...get dressed?"

Rachel snorted. Kurt glared.

"Kurt -"

"Rachel, no."

"But you-"

"Rachel. No."

Giggling, Rachel got up and went into Kurt's room, tossing a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater into the living room.

"Rachel don't you ever throw my clothes!"

Blaine decided to pretend to sleep for a little longer.

"So. So!"

"Rach, stop pretending to be our mother and go ahead and - and - squeal or whatever you girls do when you're right," Blaine sighed half an hour later, grabbing a bagel from the kitchen and plopping down on the couch next to Kurt.

Rachel's grin grew and she jumped up from her perch on the coffee table and threw herself at them, landing in their laps.

"Oh, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! How'd it happen? Who jumped who? What about Adam? When'd you guys break up? You did break up with him, right Kurt? Because cheating is absolutely no way to start a new relationship no matter how long I've been waiting for you two to get your act together -"

"Remind me," Kurt said to a bemused Blaine, "why we gave her a key?"

"Because we love her, even if she's crazy."

"Are you guys even listening?!"

'Hellooooo, you've reached Jess! Or rather, you haven't. Clearly, your call is not as important to me as whatever I'm doing at the moment, so leave a message and I'll decide whether you're worth my time!'

"Hey Jess, it's Bee. I was just wondering if - well, you remember Kurt? I told you about him the other day. Um...things with him just got a lot less complicated...or, I dunno, maybe a lot more...anyway, I was hoping to introduce you to him. Him being my boyfriend. 'Kay love you bye!"

'Hi, you've reached Blaine Anderson. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you!'

"Funny, Bee, reaaaal freakin' funny! Pick up your damn phone! I want to hear everything. Ev-ry-thing! Blaaaaaine! And I've got to meet him! PICK UP YOUR PHONE BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON."

Blaine entered the dorm building, an anxious, slightly sick feeling building in the pit of his stomach. Fans circulated the same gross, humid air around the building, and everything smelled faintly of sweaty socks. He wondered how Kurt had resisted clearing the place out and giving it a top-to-bottom scrub.

The door to Adam's room was propped open by a fan fluttering ribbons tied to it. The room itself was a mess, and Adam was at his desk, bent over a laptop.

Blaine knocked lightly, and Adam jumped.

"Hey Adam," Blaine said hesitantly.

Adam's posture stiffened and his eyes widened.

"Hi Blaine," he said quietly. "What's up?" he asked in a futile attempt at nonchalance.

"I - don't really know why I came," Blaine admitted with an awkward laugh. "I don't know what I can say..."

"Just - just don't hurt him, okay? I know he and I weren't...right together...just be good to him, okay?"

It turned out Blaine didn't have to say much after all.

Author's Note: Hey guys! This one jumped around a bit, and it's a teensy bit on the short side, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Next chapter will be our last! Love you all!

- Av