A/N: Hey Guys! So I live in SoCal, and there was a big windstorm here last week... which knocked out my power for 5 days. And I couldn't write.. and it was horrible! I tried doing things free-hand, the slow way, but my brain just works way too fast and I type WAY faster than I can possibly write, so it's almost impossible for me to write without a computer. The power outage did inspire this most recent piece, however, so I guess I can't be too mad. This one is a little smuttier than they've been for a while, and slightly longer too. I kept wanting to end it, but it kept getting longer and longer. :-P

For those of you who have prompted, don't think that I'm not considering your ideas, I just had to get this one out as things were so fresh in my mind.

I hope you enjoy. And as usual, I so appreciate your feedback. :)

Candlelight

It was dark. Really, really dark. Like, darker than I've ever seen it dark.

Okay, so there's probably only one kind of darkness, but this kind of darkness felt particularly black, not a particle of light seeping in through the windows or underneath the door or anything. Just... the complete and total absence of light.

"Awwwww... right in the middle of the battle?" Blaine groaned from somewhere next to me. It was so dark that his words startled me, making me leap from my seat just slightly. We were leaning against the headboard of my bed together watching Return of the King, when the power went out.

"Blaine, you've seen this movie 100 times. You've seen it with ME 100 times. You know how it was going to end," I teased him, trying to elbow him in the side playfully but coming up with empty air instead.

"Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that it was right at the climax of the movie and now I'm never going to see Frodo destroy the ring and save Middle Earth and what am I going to do with myself?" he continued to complain, sounding ridiculously exasperated.

"It's just a power outage, Blaine. Probably from the storm. It'll be back on before you know it. In the mean time, why don't you quiet complaining and turn on your cell phone so I don't kill myself or knock over a bookcase in my attempt to go get us some candles," I shook my head at him, realizing that he couldn't see me rolling my eyes at him, for once.

"Okay, but I don't know where it is.. somewhere between us, I think," he spoke as I felt his hands fumble towards me, groping blindly in the darkness.

I yelped in surprise as one of his hands found my upper thigh, the other smooshing into my face awkwardly.

"Wow, thanks for the face-palm," I chuckled at him before finding his phone next to my knee and handing it over to him. Or trying to hand it over to him unsuccessfully. "Okay, this is stupid," I said, pushing the little button on the top and pushing the phone towards him.

Finally I could see his face, just barely visible by the dim light of his phone, and he was grinning at me triumphantly, clearly pleased with himself about something.

"Oh, there you are. Fancy meeting you here," he smirked at me, grabbing the phone from me and moving over so I could get up for the candles.

I walked around the room awkwardly, banging my elbow twice on random objects and stubbing my toe against something really hard in the process.

"Shit!" I yelped in pain, only to turn around and glare daggers at Blaine who had begun to quietly chuckle next to me. "Some help you are!"

"Sorry, sorry, it's not like I can magically make my phone brighter. You're the one with the iPhone. My phone's terrible. Where's yours anyway?" he asked as I tried to soothingly rub the pain out of my elbow.

"It's dead. Great timing, I know." I said with another eye roll. "Aaaah, here they are!" I smiled, grabbing onto 4 of 5 candles that I had placed earlier that week in the bottom of my desk drawer.

I placed them onto my desk, pulled out a pack of matches from the same drawer, and light them up, casting the room in a soft yellow glow.

"And now, we wait."

Okay, so this was beginning to be a long wait. I'd never had the power out this long before. Usually it went out for 15 minutes or so, but we were creeping up on an hour and not a blip in the power yet.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer..."

"I swear to god, Blaine, if you start singing that song I'll be forced to kick you out into this snowstorm," I grumbled at him, smiling underneath my feigned irritation. Even when he was trying to bug me he was charming about it. Blaine was special like that.

"You know you love it," he smiled at me some more, shoving his arm against mine and resting his head atop my shoulder.

He'd done this a hundred times, a very familiar gesture between us, but usually he rested his head against my shoulder for a moment and then retreated away. This time, he held the position, and didn't move away from me. Instead, he pulled his arm across my chest into a sort of embrace. And he didn't move away again.

Suddenly, the room around me was so different. Suddenly, the cold made me want to inch closer to him, made me want to wrap a blanket around us and snuggle against him. Suddenly, the yellowish light of the candle made his eyes and his smile so luminous and beautiful that I wanted to stare at him all night. Suddenly, the silence around us, the darkness, wasn't awkward or annoying or cold or any of the things it had been 10 seconds ago. Suddenly, it was intimate and sweet and... very romantic.

I didn't say a word, didn't have any that seemed appropriate. So I just sat there and let him lean against me, eventually resting my head on top of his. We sat like that in comfortable silence for a good, long while. Just being together. We didn't always need words. Often, we had silent conversations, conversations that were too hard to speak with words but were so easy to speak with actions. This was one of those times.

As he began running his fingertips up and down my upper arm, I know that he was letting me know: Ilikeyou.Ilikeyouthisway.

This was monumental. I can't say that I hadn't thought about Blaine that way. Of course I had - many times. He was beautiful and sweet and charming and non-judgmental and incredibly sincere. Of course the idea of him as more than a friend crossed my mind. It's just that it never lingered there, not like this. It never lingered there because I never thought he could see me as more than a friend. I just didn't think he held that headspace for me.

But now that he was here, his body leaning against mine, his soft curls tickling into my neck, his fingertips sending warm waves of feeling through my body, I couldn't understand why I had wasted so much time not thinking of him like this, why I had wasted so much time not feeling for him in this way.

Now that I started I couldn't stop.

I could feel myself tumbling away, much, much too fast, but I wanted so much all at once, so many new experiences and emotions and sensations and feelings with him that neither of us had felt together.

We still hadn't spoken since he began resting his head against my shoulder, and I wanted to say something to him, to let him know that I could see it now, that I knew it was there too.

"You look beautiful in this light, you know. More beautiful than usual, even, which is really saying something," I mumbled softly to him.

"You couldn't look any more beautiful than you do every day," he returned, turning towards me this time.

I looked down at him then, looked into his face and took in his shining hazel eyes and his olive skin that was bathed in the flickering candlelight, took in his raven curls and his soft, full lips that were smiling so serenely at me.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," I said in the smallest voice I had before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

They always talk about the awkwardness of first kisses, of worry and insecurity and butterflies in your stomach. This kiss was nothing like that. It was so familiar and warm and happy and soft and tender and devastatingly brilliant, that it felt like the hundredth kiss, rather than the first. Blaine's lips were absolutely sure and solid and alive as they grazed across my own, his tongue finding mine almost instantly, no hesitation or fear or concern. Just us, pressed up against each other, kissing in the candlelight.

I'd never felt anything so beautiful or pleasurable before than his lips against mine... until he gently pressed me against the bed and crawled on top of me.

This was a whole new kind of sensation. What was once a bit slow, a bit languid, soft and sweet and delicate, was now hurried and heated and hot and sexy.

I pulled him frantically against me and felt my hips shift up into him automatically. The instant hotness made both of us stop in our tracks for a moment and just stare at each other. I had felt his hardness pressed against mine, and I never knew how gay I really was until that moment, because there was nothing I could ever imagine feeling better than Blaine's cock pressed against the crook of my hip. Oh yes, I was definitely, definitely gay.

He pressed his hips down into mine the moment mine rose up towards his, and the friction was like an electric shock of pleasure that coursed through my whole body. Instantly our lips, our tongues, met again - fast and hard and wet and dizzying.

We began to spiral out of control together, both of us kissing and touching and moaning and groping and grinding together in a brand new rhythm that was so very much our own.

We were going too fast, I knew it, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down between us and unbuttoning his fly. I couldn't stop my fingers from pulling down his zipper and shoving his pants down a couple of inches. I couldn't stop my palm from rubbing against the front of his briefs.

"Wait, wait..." I heard him speak, his voice rougher and lower than I'd ever heard it before.

Instantly, I retreated my hand and looked into his eyes again, searching for fear or hesitation. But I found none. Instead, I saw his eyes shining with emotion and... love.

"Before you continue, and please, please continue, I just want to make sure that we're on the same page. This means so much to me, and I just want to be sure that it means something to you too," he whispered, his eyes looking momentarily worried and exposed.

"Oh Blaine," I said, moving my hand up to caress his cheek, "You're the most important person in my life. Of course this means something. It kind of means everything. I don't know how this happened - why today, why right now, but all I know is that I don't want to stop. I can't stop. I just... I want you. I want you so much that it terrifies me. I want you in a way I've never wanted anything before, and now that you're right here above me, wanting the same thing, I don't know how I can do anything but take you." The words came out trembling and rushed, but they were still firm and sure and unquestioning.

"I... I think I could love you, Kurt," he spoke hesitantly, the worry shifting into something else.

I leaned in and kissed him softly once, twice, before lacing my fingers with his and speaking to him again, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

"I've always loved you, Blaine. From the moment we met. I've loved your smile and your heart and your courage and your passion and your kindness. Now it's just... more."

His smile was bigger and brighter than I'd ever seen it before. It literally took my breath away this time. His beauty radiated across every corner of the room, every candlelight inch. And he was mine.

I pulled him down into me again and when our lips met, it was like the moment was sealed. Everything suddenly became easy, natural, unquestioning. There was no longer any worry or concern or doubt. I guess falling for your best friend was the best kind of falling. The most easy to do.

As we kissed in the candlelight, our bodies twisted and morphed together, my palms tracing his upper back and then his lower back and his hips, I felt so completely connected to him. More connected than I could ever imagine connecting with anyone else ever again. It was like we'd blended into one being, our breaths mingling as one and our hearts beating out together.

We kissed and we laughed and we touched and we sighed and we moaned and we cried out together, creating a symphony of pleasurable sounds. Finally my hands found his fly again, and I didn't hesitate this time in pushing him up off me and back against the other end of the bed.

"I want to touch you, Blaine," I spoke out, my heart hammering in my chest.

He just nodded at me, seeming to struggle with trying to form any words.

When I palmed him for the first time, the sound he made was so pleasured, so melodic, so soft and beautiful that I wanted to bottle the noise and play it on repeat over and over again. The octave he hit when I reached into his briefs and grasped onto his flesh was almost more than I could take.

The heat was chugging through my veins in ragged succession, and the velvety mass of him grazing against my palm was so amazing that I felt myself inching towards the edge even though no one was touching me.

His breathing was so erratic and sharp that I knew he was almost there, and so was I.

Three more quick tugs and I felt him tip over the edge, felt his body clench up and his eyes shut tight and a shout escape his throat. The hot seed poured over my hand, and feeling his heat drip down my palm was enough to send me toppling over the edge as well.

I'd never come like that, not without any direct stimulation. But I was dizzy from him and so enamored from his beauty and his love and his heat that it was enough for me to reach my own orgasm right behind him.

His eyes watched in amazement as I came in front of him, my eyes half lidded and my lips parted and my breathing ragged and unkept.

When things finally settled, we both just stared at each other in wonder, in fascination, in euphoria, and perhaps slightly in love too.

I didn't know how long we'd get to lay there together in the silent, beautiful candlelight, but for now, I just held him tight, breathing in the scent of his hair, and shut my eyes, replaying the moment over and over again in my mind and in my heart.