AN: Inspired by Say It To Me Now from Once (duh). The song doesn't make an actual appearance in this chapter but the lyrics fit. Also another one of my favorite songs from the musical.
Kurt did his best to distract himself from Blaine with whatever was on television, but he failed to do what sounded like an easy task. The voices and images on his television blurred together and he couldn't focus. All that was running through his mind was Blaine and Sebastian.
What kind of person was Sebastian, anyway? Was he tall and lean? Was he rich and drove a sports car around? Was he intelligent or an idiot?
Kurt knew anyone who broke up with Blaine had to be an idiot, but he quickly shoved that thought to the back of his mind and tried not to think about how he was currently feeling for his friend.
His friend who was talking to his ex-boyfriend, possibly rekindling their relationship.
Kurt couldn't understand why he was feeling so uneasy, anyway. He didn't know Sebastian, and he hadn't even known Blaine for that long. Besides, Kurt thought. I'm not even dating him.
He got up from the living room, moving into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea to ease his nerves. Blaine was busy, and Kurt needed to break his habit of thinking about people who would never think about him.
A knock came from the door.
It was a decent hour at night, but Burt told Kurt he wouldn't be home for a while. He and Carole went out, leaving Kurt to his thoughts. He was grateful for it, in a way. Kurt hated being around other people when he had a lot on his mind. The constant questions of "what's the matter?" and "what's on your mind?" made him want to choke someone with a designer scarf.
Kurt abandoned his tea, going to answer the door. He should feel wary about answering the door so late at night, but this was Ohio. He doubted a creep was going to be standing outside with a butcher knife.
He opened the door, and a creep with a butcher knife was definitely not the one standing on his porch.
Blaine looked wild, his hair in a disarray as if he'd been running his hands through it. His eyes were wide and surprised, but not absent of warmth. His chest heaved slightly, and cold puffs of air came from his mouth and into the winter air.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, stepping away from the door in shock.
Blaine simply walked right into the house, gulping nervously. His breathing was quick, making Kurt wonder if he'd ran here for some strange reason, but he looked behind Blaine's body and saw that his car was parked in the driveway. Blaine stood directly in front of Kurt; a little closer than what would be considered friendly or normal.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked again, the heat returning to Kurt's face. He could see the snowflakes clinging to Blaine's hair and shoulders and the redness across his cheeks and nose.
"Kurt," Blaine said, his voice cracking on the name. He cleared his throat, embarrassed, and spoke again. "I…listen. I…don't even know what I'm doing here. I'm so…"
Kurt stared at Blaine like he had an extra eye. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued, but also slightly worried. Blaine left to speak to his ex whom he hadn't spoken to in forever, and comes back looking like he'd seen a ghost. What happened?
"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked. "Was…was it Sebastian? Do you need to sit down?"
Blaine shook his head. "No, no. I need to get this out now, Kurt. Listen to me. I've been an idiot. It's sad that I'm realizing that just now, but I am."
Kurt couldn't even feel the frosty wind blowing into his house from the open front door. "You really changed me, you know?" Blaine said, laughing through his breath. "Wait, I doesn't sound like I'm starting from the beginning-oh, fuck it. Kurt, it never felt like we started at the beginning when we first met. It felt like picking up where we left off, like we continued a conversation we'd left behind, you know? God, I really mean it. You changed me. No one's ever affected me the way you have. You encouraged something in me that I was so ready to put down. You made it fun for me again; you reminded me why I loved it in the first place."
Kurt's eyes widened almost comically. He'd seen enough rom-com movies to know where this was going.
"Blaine…" Kurt breathed, but Blaine stopped him from speaking. Blaine tentatively placed his cold hands on either side of Kurt's face, making Kurt gasp from both the cold and the intimacy.
"I'm stupid," Blaine half-whispered.
"Blaine."
"I am, I swear. It's been you for so long."
Kurt felt faint, but not in the queasy, sickness kind of way. "Blaine…what about Sebastian? What did you talk about?"
Blaine shook his head. "He's not important anymore. It's just you."
And with that, Blaine brought their faces together for a passionate kiss. Kurt's heart beat wildly in his chest like an animal attempting to escape a cage. He stood frozen in time for several seconds before regaining motion in his body, and he responded enthusiastically by grasping Blaine and pushing their lips closer together.
It had been so long. So long since either of them had been kissed like this.
Blaine pulled away slowly, keeping his eyes shut until the very last possible second. Kurt marveled at the length of Blaine's dark eyelashes and the way they fanned out gracefully.
"Cold hands," Kurt said, and Blaine chuckled nervously, taking his hands away from Kurt's face.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly.
"Don't be," Kurt whispered, bringing their lips together once more. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and the rest was easy; falling slowly into certainty.
They ended up in Kurt's bed, surrounded by sheets and blankets. They didn't have sex. They decided it was too early for that, and despite all the emotions they felt, they didn't want to rush into anything and spoil a perfectly good moment. So instead they lay together, still awe struck about everything.
"I didn't want you to stop," Kurt said, "that first time you kissed me."
"I don't think I wanted to either," Blaine admitted, tracing Kurt's arm with his finger. "I was scared shitless and I thought you'd hate me forever after that."
"I was scared too," Kurt said. "I hardly ever really know what I'm doing. I always act like I have a plan, but if that plan doesn't go as follows, then I'm screwed. That kiss definitely wasn't on my agenda."
Blaine laughed. "Was this one?"
Kurt thought about it. "I hoped it would be. But no, I didn't believe it would have happened. I thought you were going to make up with Sebastian."
"Sebastian means nothing to me now," Blaine said. "I realized how much of a dick he really is. He called me because he was lonely, even though he's the one who fucked everything up in the first place. He's selfish and he realizes now that I can't fix everything for him when he's feeling low."
"I'm sorry," Kurt said sincerely, stroking a hand down Blaine's face.
"Don't be," Blaine said with a smile, mimicking Kurt from earlier. "I have you now. At least…I think I do. If you'd like," Blaine finished timidly.
Kurt gave a smile that could put the sun to shame. It was so radiant that it nearly took Blaine's breath away. "I'm yours," Kurt whispered, for Blaine and for Blaine only to ever hear.