(KPOV)
As we lay cuddled up on the couch, I was lost in thought over what had happened when Blaine showed up earlier. I hadn't realized just how much my voice meant to other people. If I had known he wanted to hear my talk so badly I would have called him Wednesday when I first heard something other than my breath.
When the movie ended I looked at Blaine, waiting for him to turn towards me. A few minutes later he turned his head slowly towards me, "Yes?" he asked playfully.
I made sure to say the words slowly so he could read my lips if he couldn't hear everything, "When I first got hurt, I was expecting you to leave; who would want someone who gets beat up regularly, someone who this time last week couldn't even talk?" I took a deep breath before continuing, wanting to get my thoughts out before Blaine interjected.
"I know it's not just because I got hurt that you said you love me; we both knew it months ago when we first met, it just took something major for us both to get the courage to say it. I'm hoping that for the rest of the weekend we can really show each other our love⦠I was hoping to maybe," I paused, watching Blaine's eyes get bigger in anticipation, "beat you soundly in Black Ops."
His gorgeous hazel eyes lit up as he laughed, "Oh, you're on Hummel."
What he didn't know is that last week, when I didn't go to school, I was in Finn's room practicing. While he, and the rest of the guys in New Directions, had tried to protect me over the last couple months, it wasn't until I got hurt that Finn actually became like a big brother.
In addition to teaching me how to play CoD, and other games, we talked; not our normal chat about glee club or how annoying Rachel can get sometimes, but a real talk about life, our hopes and dreams, fears and insecurities, things I had never talked to anyone else about, not even Blaine. Granted, it was a little weird to be shooting things while discussing growing up with only one parent but it helped both of us.
I realized just how quiet I was when Blaine spoke, "Kurt? Are we going to go play or just stand in the living room?"
I don't know how much of my sentence he got, as I forgot to speak slowly, "Oh, yea, sorry. I was just thinking. I hope you're ready to lose, Finn taught me a few tricks." I laughed and then ran up the stairs, Blaine following a few steps behind.
As we ran into Finn's room laughing I knew this weekend was going to be a good one. I also knew we would eventually have to talk about some of the things Finn and I discussed, as it pertained to my (and hopefully Blaine's) future.
