This one was actually written well before the music chapter, but I didn't realize how similar they were until I sat down to type this one out. Clearly I've been obsessing over certain themes between the two of them. I hope you won't mind too much.
It was supposed to be an elective, something fun to do for an extra three credits. Kurt never expected to be drawn in so completely, pun very much not intended, thank you, Finn. The truth was, though, that Kurt's Introduction to Drawing class had become his obsession this semester; he'd gone through three notebooks already and it was only October. After his second week of the class, he insisted on carrying a pad of paper and a selection of pencils everywhere he went in case inspiration struck. It was starting to drive his friends a little crazy.
Rachel made fun of him and nagged at him for getting a less than perfect score on his last two dance exams. His new friend Julie kept stealing his pencils so he would socialize more. Finn tried to use his sketching pads as coasters. Through it all, Kurt just gritted his teeth and played along, careful never to bring his nicer supplies with him when he left his apartment. It was just one more thing about him that he knew most people wouldn't understand.
Blaine, on the other hand, simply smiled at him and asked to see his most recent sketches. Kurt was proud of his sketches. He loved showing them off to anyone who would look at them, and Blaine knew that, but Kurt never showed Blaine the ones he attempted to do of him.
Kurt had pages and pages of attempts at drawing Blaine, some of them nothing but his hands, the side of his face, the musculature of his legs. One page was dedicated entirely to an attempt to capture the shadows on his bare back as he slept in late one morning a few weeks ago.
Kurt was afraid the sketches were a little creepy - stalkerish even - considering that most of them were done when Blaine was unconscious, but his drawing instructor had said to practice on the most beautiful things he saw and, well, even in a city like New York Blaine was still the most magnificent, captivating thing he had seen or experienced. His lips, his eyes, his voice, the way he tilted his head when he was trying to figure something out, the way he gasped Kurt's name when they were making love, the way he said, "I love you," every morning before heading out to a long day of classes… Kurt adored everything about him and longed to capture at least a portion of his brilliance for posterity.
But none of his drawings were good enough.
"Kurt, what's this?"
Kurt's eyes widened when he saw that Blaine had found the box of rejected sketches torn out of his many notebooks. Flawed as they were, he didn't have the heart to throw any of them away. There were sheets and sheets of drawing attempts in there, all of them of Blaine.
"Um, they're not important. Just-"
"Kurt," Blaine breathed, shifting through the loose pages. "These are… is this really how you see me?" He looked up, his eyes glittering in the late afternoon light filtering through their tiny windows. Kurt's breath caught in his throat.
Blaine was gorgeous.
"I've been trying to get it right for ages," Kurt finally said. "But none of them really do you justice."
Blaine tilted his head, love shining in his eyes, and just stared at him for a moment. "Kurt…"
"It's okay if you hate them. I'm still learning. Like I said, none of them are really-"
Blaine cut him off with a kiss he could feel all the down to his toes.
"They're beautiful," Blaine ran a hand down the side of Kurt's face and rested their foreheads together. "Just like you. Just like everything about you."
Kurt breathed in and slid a hand up the back of Blaine's shirt, leaning in to capture his lips once more.
He wasn't quite sure he agreed with what Blaine said, but as long as they thought that about each other they'd probably be all right. Especially if it led to kisses like this.
Thoughts?
