A/N: Firstly, I'd like to apologize for the wait. Secondly, since I'm typing this up today: Happy Halloween! Thirdly, This chapter has been killing me so I hope it came out alright. It's mostly focused on Blaine's POV but there is a tiny bit of Kurt in there that I decided to keep. Honestly it's a bit of a filler and way shorter than I would have liked. Thank you so much for all the support of this story so far. 260+ followers at the moment! I'm beyond grateful to all of you. And now, to the story.
"Be my boyfriend."
The words in themselves are surreal, something Blaine has never heard directed at him before. Sure he's been hit on in his high school years, met up with a few guys down at the college campus; he is a male with needs, after all. But the word boyfriend has never once been brought up in serious conversation. And now, of all the billions of people in all the world, of the millions right here in New York City or Los Angeles, Chicago or Paris, Kurt Hummel is asking Blaine Anderson to go steady with him.
As the implications of it all fight to settle in Blaine's mind, he loses the ability to think clearly, to breathe evenly, for just a moment while the entirety of the situation hits him. He sees Kurt's face in front of him and focuses on it: Kurt's eyes, now a pale yet somehow bright blue, locked on his; Kurt's beautiful seashell pink lips, slightly parted as if he were about to speak.
"Be my boyfriend."
Such a simple sentence composed of three measly words, two of which are only two letters long. So much emotion there - hope and something else, something deeper. Something wonderful.
"Blaine?"
Blaine hears his name being spoken from the lips he'd been admiring just mere seconds ago (or had it been minutes?) but can't find his voice to answer. Be Kurt's boyfriend? Is he truly ready for everything that label entails? Maybe, maybe not.
There's really only one way to find out.
"Yes."
Kurt starts in his seat at the word and Blaine can't help but smile. His heart is clenching, his hands are sweaty, and he can't slow his pulse; but in this moment, watching the soft smile spreading slowly across Kurt's features, Blaine feels the happiest he's ever been in his life.
They spend the next twenty-two minutes simply sitting beside each other and basking in the wondrous feeling of being together, their smiles never leaving their faces and their fingers firmly intertwined between them. Eventually they turn to the television and find a soppy movie on the Lifetime channel to focus on, both enjoying the simplicity and domesticity of the moment.
Midway through the film Blaine lays his head on Kurt's shoulder, snuggling closer to the body heat of his boyfriend (THEY'RE BOYFRIENDS!) as the sounds emanating from the TV fade into the back of his conscious mind. Kurt, in turn, lopes his arm around Blaine's shoulders with a contented sigh.
This is it, Blaine thinks, the perfect moment.
He can feel his eyes slipping shut despite his best efforts to stay awake. All of this Kurt business has taken a toll on him. He knows it's probably for the best that he move away from the tempting warmth of Kurt's side and suggest that they talk about this gigantic life-altering decision they just made in the span of four words, three tiny words and one slightly longer one, but he can't bring himself to stir from the cocoon of coziness he has found. And so, with a whispered last breath, Blaine falls into the beckoning arms of sweet, restorative slumber.
Kurt smiles to himself when he hears Blaine's breath even out in the tell-tale sign of sleep, watching the gentle rise and fall of Blaine's chest. The younger man smiles in his sleep and cuddles closer, to which Kurt can't help a small laugh escaping. Blaine is adorable enough when awake, but if this is what he has to look forward to on late nights, Kurt won't complain. He considers getting up to search for a blanket in order to cover them from any possible sudden chill but soon finds Blaine won't allow him to shift an inch, less get up entirely. Even Blaine's protesting whines are endearing.
It hits him then, fully, that they can have as many nights together as they'd like. He could lay next to Blaine right now on the tiny couch and hold him in his arms, learn the pattern of Blaine's heartbeat or the curve of his spine. He could lean over and place a gentle kiss on Blaine's forehead or cheek or lips.
Blaine, his boyfriend.
Kurt leans back against the couch cushions and smiles as he allows himself the liberty of a little nap.
Blaine partially wakes when he feels Kurt shifting beneath him. His sleep-dazed mind doesn't comprehend why Kurt would want to move from such a comfortable spot but he reluctantly lifts his weight to allow Kurt a freer range of movement. As the couch dips and resurges below, the last events of his waking hours flood Blaine's mind. He jerks straight up as he rubs his eyes with a balled hand. He had fallen asleep on Kurt. They had shared loving glances. They were kinda, sorta boyfriends now.
"Kurt?" Blaine calls out once he has his mind in order. The man in question is no longer visible in the immediate area. Blaine innately knows that Kurt hasn't left the building, something he finds a warm, comforting feeling in. "Kurt?" he wonders aloud, a little louder this time around.
"In here," Kurt's voice floats form the kitchen.
Blaine rises slowly to his feet, mentally shaking away the last stirrings of sleep still lingering in his mind. He dawdles into the kitchen to find Kurt at work beside the stove. A mini feast already covers the counter: snacks foods of all sorts, chips and dip, a pitcher of water beside a bottle of orange soda, and a half-eaten apple pie.
Blaine meets Kurt's eyes with a questioning gaze to which Kurt promptly blushes.
"Sorry if I crossed any boundaries. I figured we could use some food, but I wasn't sure where to find your pots and pans, and I really didn't feel like cooking right now anyway, so I settled with junk."
He shies away and Blaine immediately steps forward to close the distance between them. His eyes dart down toward Kurt's lips almost unconsciously. Suddenly the memory of the night Santana cleverly left them alone in that club flashes into his mind, how he and Kurt were so close to their first kiss. How fate now apparently has chosen to give them another chance. All he has to do is lean forward just that tiny bit. And he wants to. Oh boy how he wants to.
So he does.
Just a quick kiss, a gentle brush of lips against lips and over as quickly as it begun, but it's enough to leave them both breathless and smiling like idiots.
The door leading out to the hallway opens and closes loudly enough for them to hear it clearly, purposefully noisy Blaine thinks. A moment later they can hear heels clicking on the space of the wooden floorboards in the living room.
"Honeys, I'm home!" Santana calls loudly as she flops down onto the couch. The accent pillows are messily piled on one side and she smiles at the thought of what her favorite gays could have gotten up to in her absence. "And I don't hear any macking!"
Blaine groans while Kurt just laughs. Their moment is ruined perhaps, but nothing can take away the good mood their time alone together has put them in.
"I'll deal with her," Blaine grumbles. "You can finish up in here."
"Be nice," Kurt admonishes. He leaves a kiss on Blaine's cheek and turns to return his attention back to the task at hand - cutting the turkey and Swiss sandwiches he'd put together into fancy little triangles - missing the dimpled grin that overtakes Blaine's face before he leaves the room.
A/N: They are too cute.
Also, KLAINE IS ENGAGED and I'm still not over that.
When I was writing this I noticed my favorite letter in the alphabet makes a lot of appearances. Anyone want to take a guess as to which letter it might be? Maybe you might win something if you're right... (like a sneak peak, or an appearance in a future chapter, etc.)
