A/N: Wow. I'm terrible about getting this up at a decent time. Sorry to those of you who are actually reading this little thing. And thank you. There is one chapter left after this one, so enjoy. :D
"Come on, Mercedes! What are you doing?"
"Forcing you two to make up. Now get to it. I can't stand to see you fight."
"Ugh." Kurt slumped down on the recliner next to him. "Sorry about her. If you really want to escape, the garage door is usually unlocked." Kurt was apologetic to Blaine, who had clearly shown that he wanted to be apart.
He couldn't look him in the eye, because then he'd never be able to let him go.
He was surprised to hear Blaine speak up.
"Maybe she's right."
Kurt looked surprised.
"Maybe we should talk." Blaine continued.
"Okay. Let's talk." Kurt was quick to respond, sitting up straighter.
It took a minute for Blaine to begin. He knew all of what he wanted to say, but how to put it, that was the impossible part.
He knelt down beside Kurt's chair and apologized. For what he'd said, for how he'd handled it. For putting them back into the situation where lack of communication got them nowhere.
He'd been completely immature and felt terrible for having stormed out.
Kurt ran a hand through the other boy's messy curls. He just sat and listened to what he had to say, waiting to jump on his opportunity to apologize too.
He could admit he had been a bit irrational, jumping to conclusions like he had.
Communication was what they decided they needed to work on. Taking things too personally got them into too much trouble, but talking it out would prevent all the woes.
"I've really missed you." Blaine told Kurt, giving him chills.
"We can't do this to each other any more. Being apart is one thing. But being apart angry is a whole other story."
It was true. Knowing that Blaine was angry with him the entire time made the whole situation worse. There was a deeper emptiness that built up, then. How could he live with himself knowing that he'd upset Blaine. It was like kicking a puppy.
Leaning down, Kurt encircled Blaine into a much needed, and far overdue, hug.
"Never again. I can't lose you like that again. I love you, Blaine."
Blaine simply smiled that smile. The one smile. And Kurt couldn't help but want to kiss him. Luckily for him, Blaine read his mind, leaning in to close the space between them once more.
Blaine's lips parted under the kiss, and Kurt took it as an opportunity to climb down beside him on the floor and hold him closer.
Giggles flowed from the staircase. "My work here is done." Mercedes said from around the corner. She'd obviously peeked around.
Kurt gasped sarcastically. "Mercedes? Have you been spying?"
"I had to see if you two got anywhere. And, uh… obviously you have. You can thank me later." she called as she made her way back up the stairs.
Blaine laughed, hysterically. Something Kurt hadn't seen in a while. His laugh was greatly contagious, so Kurt found himself joining in. Laughing at his best friend's crazy antics.
"I love that girl way too much." Kurt said.
"She sure has a way with having that effect on people." Blaine agreed. "If she's good enough to see through our stupidity and bring us back together than, she really knows what she's doing."
They really owed her. She was the smart one.
"Blaine? I insist you move back over to my place. I talked to my parents, and although my dad made me promise that I'd get you to talk to your dad, it bought us some time. I'll even let you sleep on the air mattress."
"Deal." Blaine smirked, without hesitation.
"And. Uh, you know. This weekend, the house will be empty." Kurt noted.
"Oh really?"
Kurt had butterflies. Blaine was so beautiful. He wanted to kick himself in the shins for thinking like the mind of the girl in those romantic comedies, but it was true. He couldn't have been any luckier getting him.
After a completely unnecessary explanation to Mercedes for why Blaine had to go, and a much deserved thank you, the boys drove their way back over to the Hummel house.
"Blaine? Can I ask you a serious question?" Kurt asked, plopping down on his bed.
"Yeah, sure. Of course." Blaine sat beside him.
"What do you see when you think of us. I mean, our relationship?"
Blaine was taken aback by the question. He almost didn't know how to respond.
"Well, I see love and dreams just like I would with any other couple."
"That's what worries me." Kurt stood up to look out the window.
"What do you mean?"
His answer had been exactly what Kurt had hoped not to hear. "Blaine. I don't want us to be normal. I don't know how to explain this to you without sounding like a complete idiot, so, never mind. Forget I said anything."
Soon enough, arms were around Kurt's waist. "Well, you could try."
Kurt smiled to himself, turning around in the other's arms. "It's just, uh. I've seen us the past couple of weeks and how we've had a few little fights. And it's a natural thing to want to make up, but I feel like we do it the way that's expected of us."
Blaine shook his head, still confused. He could sense how deeply this issue was troubling Kurt, but he didn't exactly understand what the issue was.
"We get upset, we don't talk for a few days, then one of us ends up at the other's door dying to apologize. Everyone that knows us sees us as that "teenage dream" couple. Which can be great, and it is. I just don't want to always be seen that way. I was people to be able to see past the cutesy things and see what we really love about each other."
Blaine's eyes gave away that he was completely lost.
"Oh god, I'm ranting. Do you even in the slightest bit get what I'm saying?"
A shake of his head confirmed that Kurt was getting nowhere.
"To put it bluntly, I want to shake things up a bit and make this relationship stand out like it deserves." Kurt babbled out.
"Well, what do you suggest we do about that?"
"I don't know. I didn't think about that. Something to show the world what makes us real. I don't want us to hide behind a stereotype."
Blaine laughed to himself, watching Kurt get all worked up over nothing. He always knew how to find the simplest things to find a problem in.
"Well, don't worry about it too much, Kurt. I mean, we're both happy, right? We're still just as much in love as we were a month ago. I understand where you're coming from. And I agree, but when our moment to stand out comes around, we'll know it."
Kurt looked down at the pair's intertwined hands. "Thank you."
"And, hey. There's nothing wrong with you being my teenage dream."
Their eyes met once again. Kurt sat back on his window seat and pulled Blaine down to him. He could feel Blaine's smile as their lips locked.
He cupped Blaine's cheek, stroking his face with his thumb. "You know. Summer's coming up. It's our last true summer. What are we going to do?"
"Whatever the hell we want to, Kurt."
Kurt laughed. "It can't get here fast enough, then."
In same strange way, both Kurt and Blaine felt like they'd just overcome some sort of hurdle. They'd taken a step, although towards where they still weren't sure.