Chapter Notes: I don't know what to say! Thank you all for sticking with this story and your amazing reviews and constructive criticism. I didn't think anyone would like this story but thank you so much for reading! I really need t stop saying thank you but just... thank you! You all make my day a million times! Just to let you know, I refuse to write smut! It is not what my writing is about and I would prefer not to write it. My aim is 100 reviews so please help me achieve it! the song is Turning Page by Sleeping at Last. Enjoy: D
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If I could capture any moment in time and stay in that moment forever, just once, it would be now. The feel of his soft lips on mine; his calloused finger tips stoking my jaw softly whilst we kissed. Kissing Blaine was like flying; like falling and flying at the same time. I opened my eyelids for a split second and saw that his had fluttered closed and his dark ebony eyelashes fanned out on his cheeks adorably, making me smile into the kiss. I lifted my hand to the nape of his neck and tangled my slim fingers in to the ringlets, twirling then between my fingers instinctively and tugging on them lightly, making him moan softly in to my mouth. His hands gripped my waist so hard I was sure that it would leave fingertip shaped bruises, but in that second I couldn't care any les.
His hands splayed across my back and lifted us both up so we were resting on our knees, our chests flush together, not allowing any particles or atoms to pass between us, making us one body, not knowing where one started and the other ended. I wound my arms tightly around his neck and hugged him close. He began to lean back onto the chequered carpet, my hair sticking up on end, but not being calm enough to care.
He lowered me back slowly, lying on top of my, smothering me in warmth and that smell of coffee and lavender and just...Blaine. I could feel the heat radiating of his flushed cheeks. Our kisses never became heated, they were gentle, loving.
He moved so that he was straddling my hips, but he didn't speed up the kisses, just making me feel even more loved than I already did; just the way he obviously wanted to take this slowly like I did, assuring me that that was what I should expect.
He pulled back and our lips parted with a ridiculously cliché smacking noise. My eyes fluttered open and made contact with Blaine's honey ones, shining in the moonlight. It felt so intimate; I felt so close to this man.
A radiant smile spread across his voice and he laughed breathily, ghosting my cheek with his breath and making a shiver shoot down my spine, making me tremble involuntarily. A look of concern etched on to his face at my movement.
"Are you okay sweetie? Are you cold?" he asked, rubbing his hands up and down my forearm where my hand was still cupping his cheek in an attempt to make me warmer, but my brain had stopped functioning after he said sweetie. Yes, I used terms of endearment constantly, but that was just what I had always been like. But Blaine, no, Blaine never used those words. Not once had I heard him use them in front of me, and I'm sure he didn't use them towards anyone else. He may have called Toffee honey once, but that didn't really count properly. His nose twitched as he sniffed from the cold adorably.
"Are you cold?" I asked, a smirk appearing on my face. He nodded discretely and looked down, still hovering over me. I blocked out all of the dirty thoughts that were entering my mind in that second, determined not to ruin this tranquil moment with my body reacting in ways that I can only call embarrassing.
"Would you like me to warm you up?" I asked coyly, attempting to be the slightest bit desirable without looking like I was in some kind of pain like Alex had told me. No, I can't think about Alex now, this is our moment my mind interrupted my train of thought he isn't allowed to just enter my mind at crucial moments in my life. Like now!
He nodded again, a deep blush colouring his already red cheeks, flushed from the cold. I smiled warmly and then leaned up to capture his lips again, pulling him back down on to me. He deepened the kiss this time, but only ever so slightly. I allowed his to trace my lips with the tip of his tongue, melting the snowflakes that had landed there. He noticed that freckles of ice had caught in my forest of eyelashes and pulled back. He leaned up and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to each of my eyelids before moving back down so he was level with me again.
"Lay with me?" I said. He looked confused, had his brain just gone into a coma tonight?
"But I am laid with you, on you to be precise..."he trailed off; ducking his head to try and hide the colour on his cheeks that I knew was there. I laughed and looked in to his eyes, blue meeting hazel.
"I meant next to me silly" I answered, tapping him on the nose with my finger before planting a kiss to the red tip of it. He made an 'oh' noise and rolled over so he was lying next to me, his head resting softly on the cushion and his curls spreading out as they pleased. I turned over and buried my head in his chest, my body begging for his warmth and his touch, so comforting and loving that I just couldn't get enough.
"Blaine?" I whispered, making puffs of white appear in front of my face. I tilted my neck up so my chin was on his shoulder and I had eye contact with him. He brushed a stray lock of chestnut hair that had escaped its hairspray prison and tucked it behind my ear gently.
"Yeas beautiful?" he whispered back, making me gasp and smile at his words. That was the first time anyone had ever called me beautiful. I had been called other things like 'fit' but they never seemed to mean anything. But beautiful? That was a whole new level of meaning; that was a word someone only used when they meant what they were saying, and as cliché as it may sound it made my heart beat a tiny bit faster than normal when the word came from his lips.
"I need to ask you something" I said, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips and making my cheeks dimple. He stroked where my skin indented and made an affirmative noise, urging me to keep on talking.
"It's really important, and I need a true answer okay?" I carried on, his eyebrows furrowed together in the middle of his forehead and he had a confused look on his features, making him look far too adorable for me to handle.
"Well...I was wondering if you would like to be my boyfriend?" I asked, suddenly losing my confidence to the fear that he still may say no, but despite my fears I stayed exceptionally still in his arms that were now wound around my face. He laughed and my heart sank, the smile disappearing from my face. He noticed this and rushed to explain.
"No, honey, I'm not laughing at you! God no, I was laughing because of how serious you made it sound! I assumed after that kiss that you already were my boyfriend. Of course I want to be your boyfriend, who wouldn't?" he answered just about every man on the planet, I thought, a smile making its appearance on my flushed face again.
"Really, you...you want to?" I stammered, still trying to grasp the fact that someone might love me, never mind have a boyfriend. Despite my moment of fear, I was still the happiest I had been in at least 3 years (the day Alex had left me for that stupid slut Robert).
"Do I really need to answer that question?" he whispered, and having my confidence fully restored I bit my lip, smiled and nodded. He just shook his head, licked his lips and leaned down to capture my rosy pink lips in a chaste kiss. I cupped his jaw with my hand, feeling the rough beginnings of stubble tickle my fingers and brush my chin. I don't normally like men with stubble, but this felt incredible. It made me feel like I was a man, no matter how weird that sounds, my mind works in mysterious ways which are unknown to man.
The sound of our lips parting filled the air again and smiles resumed their places on both of our faces. He planted a small kiss to my forehead, making my eyes flutter close. I reached out to find his hand and intertwined our fingers, my pale skin contrasting with his olive tan beautifully. I hugged myself closer to him, as if I were desperate to feel his feather like touch again.
That was how we spent the next 20 minutes, laying tangled in each other's limbs, exchanging small kisses and whispering sweet nothings. I had an idea and pulled out my camera phone, turning on the camera and holding it at arm's length from our faces, Blaine's cheek resting on my hair and a lopsided grin plastered to his face like a permanent mask. The corners of my mouth twitched up in to a smile and I snapped the picture, freezing us in time forever.
"Come on, I want to do something" I said, pulling myself up into a sitting position and then getting to my feet. I lifted my arms above my head, stretching my stiff muscles. I exposed a thin slit of skin at the bottom of my jacket and I shuddered from the cold, teeth chattering audibly. Blaine moved to get up when he saw me shiver and wrapped his arm around my waist and rubbed up and down my back, my skin tingling at the gesture.
"Now, what was this thing you wanted to do?" he asked me curiously, no matter how sick minded those words could sound in a sit- NO! I shouldn't be thinking that way the angel on my left shoulder said, fighting with the devil on my left I should be thinking like that, he is your boyfriend after all! My whole face lit up at the word, even imagining it in my mind out me in a better mood.
"Oh yeah! Wait...Right...Here!" I said before running off, back in the direction of the car. I fumbled around in my pocket in search of my keys before finding them under my wallet. I opened the car door and gasped at the warmth that was still inside of the vehicle. I slipped inside, trying to conserve as much heat as possible and started the engine.
I drove down the lane we walked down towards Blaine and the forgotten picnic. I parked the car just next to the blanket area and leaving the key in the ignition. Despite the completely confused expression on his face, he hadn't moved a muscle. I giggled at his obedience, and I just couldn't help the dirty thoughts from entering my mind at this point.
I opened the glove compartment and pulled out 'our' album that I had made on my laptop that afternoon and slid it into the CD player and pressed play. I opened the car door and turned up the volume to maximum on the CD player and slipped out of the car.
I made my way back towards Blaine, blowing warm air on to my hands, chapped by the cold. An expression of realisation replaced the former confusion on Blaine's features as I took his hands.
"Would you like to dance with me honey?" I asked, swinging our joined hands between us with a toothy grin. He laughed adorably and shook his head, his beanie just managing to cling on for dear life, the curls underneath almost breaking free.
"I would love to sweetheart" he answered softly. I wound my arms around Blaine's neck and his wound around my waist, pulling my body flush against his and resting our foreheads together and pressing soft continuous kisses to my chapped lips, making warmth run through my blood.
Recognising the song coming through the speakers of the car, Blaine began to sing along, moving so that his mouth was right next to my ear and that my chin was rested on his shoulder, swaying together to the music.
"I've waited a hundred years,
But I'd wait a million more, for you.
Nothing prepared me for,
What the privilege of being yours would do.
If I had only felt, the warmth within your touch,
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough, then I would have known,
What I've been living for, all along,
What I've been living for."
I sighed in contentment, feeling complete in this moment, with this man beside me. I felt a lump rise in my throat as I heard him sing this song in my ear and my heart warmed at the words. It fitted us perfectly, this song, it expressed all of my feelings.
"Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain,
Every kiss is a cursive line" he pressed a small kiss to my temple.
"Every touch is a redefining phrase" a small touch to my cheek.
"And I'll surrender who I've been, for who you are,
For nothing makes me stronger than, your fragile heart,
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, then I would have known,
What I've been living for, all along,
What I've been living for"
The music carried on playing around us as we swayed together, in perfect unison. He pulled back slightly and rested our foreheads together, smiling brightly as he leaned in to join our lips together. Tingles racked my body as we stood still, the song continuing unnoticed in the background, neither of us caring anymore. All I saw was him, and all he saw was me. Just standing here, dancing with this man made me feel more special than I had ever felt; more loved.
"I love you, Kurt" he whispered on to my lips. I gasped at his words, I knew we had said it before, but saying it now, just made the moment even more intimate than it was before. His words danced in my mind and rang happily in my ears. I repeated his smooth, honey voice in my head over and over, like an old record stuck on a scratch. I love you, Kurt. He loved me. He loves me. He loves me. My happiness was too much to handle, I had never been filled with such warmth before. It filled my heart and ran through my bones making every inch of my body tingle with anticipation.
"I love you to Blaine, so much" I whispered back, an un-obedient tear rolling slowly down my cheek. He leaned forward and kissed it away, such a small gesture, but to me, it meant so much more.
I couldn't help but compare him to other boyfriend I had had, and he beat them all by miles. Alex, well, what is there to say! He never really loved me, what he did to me...well, that's was a story for a much more rainy day. I suppose I should tell Blaine about Alex soon, but I was not going to ruin tonight with the subject of my awful ex. There was TJ, but he was just...weird! I know that sounds cruel, but there is no other way to put it without being awful and offending anyone who heard it. Blaine rose above both of them to a whole new level of feelings. He was just so kind and caring and loving and beautiful and...Well, you get the point. He was perfect, but I had to remember he was human, otherwise I would just get my heart broken, and one heart-break is enough to last a lifetime.
"You're so beautiful" he whispered, before pecking me gently on the lips. He reached behind his head and brought my right hand down from its position, intertwining our fingers so we were ballroom dancing. I scoffed and ducked my head to stop him from seeing the blush on my cheeks. How many times had I done tonight? "No Kurt, you are beautiful! This sounds so damn cliché, but I just feel so...complete and full. With you here, I feel like I need nothing more from the world, like it has given me all I need for a life time, that this is enough for me. And it is, it is enough for me. I'm the luckiest man alive right now Kurt and all I'm asking of you is your heart, in exchange for mine" more tears fell down my cheeks; he leaned in again and kissed the tears away. I couldn't help myself anymore. I practically landed on him, I grabbed his face and kissed him with such a force that we nearly fell on the candle that was almost completely burned down. He kissed back, that fiery ache of heat in my belly igniting and spreading throughout my body. His tongue traced my bottom lip and I opened my mouth eagerly, begging for more.
Sparks flew around us and stars became supernovas above us, somewhere far away. We continued kissing until our lungs were burning fiercely from the lack of oxygen. I broke the kiss and smiled a smile full of teeth, out faces glimmering in the moonlight. I saw his beanie was hanging off the back of his head now, making me chuckle out of the pure love I felt for this man. I gripped the sides and pulled it back so it was back on his head, tucking a few stray curls under his hat that was bursting at the seams (literally), with curls, bouncing about in every direction.
"We should get home, it's getting late" I said, glancing down at my watch and sighing at the thought of leaving this perfect moment, but it was 10 o'clock already. Wait? How had it got that late?
The music was still playing in the car and Blaine pouted adorably.
"Well, I think we can stay for just a little while longer" Blaine answered, winking and catching my lips in a chaste kiss to seal the deal. My laughter rang through the night air as I continued swaying with him, singing along and loving.
"Dad! We're back!" I shouted as me and Blaine stumbled back through the door, hands firmly clasped together. There was no answer so we walked in to the living room to a sight I should have thought was weird but wasn't in the slightest.
Carole was curled in to dad's side on the couch and he had his arms wrapped around her hips, both past asleep. I put my hand over my heart and awed, releasing Blaine's hand reluctantly and making my way over to the sleeping pair. I leaned down and kissed both of their foreheads before whispering goodnight.
I made my way back over to Blaine who had hearts in his eyes and pecked him lightly on the lips before whispering come on to him and reattaching our hands and pulling him towards the staircase.
We entered my room together and I pulled back the covers on my bed, retrieving my pyjamas and turning around.
"I'm just going to change in the bathroom, feel free to change whilst I'm gone" I said, pecking him on the cheek before turning towards the bathroom.
I did my nightly routine, got changed and walked back in to the room to see Blaine perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for my return, his back facing me.
I sneaked up behind him and wound my arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck, his soft curls tickling the end of my nose and my cheeks.
"Lie with me?" I asked him, leaning to whisper in his ear. I felt him shiver in my arms, making a sense of pride run through me. He nodded so I retreated, pulling down the comforter and crawling on to the mattress, patting the spot beside me, gesturing him to join me. He pulled himself under the covers so we were face to face.
I locked our lips and hummed in contentment before pulling back and snuggling into the crook of his neck, him pecking the top of my head.
"Goodnight sweetheart" he whisper softly and I smiled happily at the gesture.
"Goodnight honey" I answered, just as softly, planting a kiss to his collarbone before drifting into a blissful sleep.
A/N: Thanks again to you all! Review? They actually make me squeal, my family have started complaining!