AN: The song that inspired this chapter is called Andvari by Sigur Ros. I now, weird title and weird band name, but extremely lovely song. If you guys really loved me and my writing, maybe you'd try listening to it...? Chris Colfer's cover of I Have Nothing was breathtaking, and I can't wait to see it in Tuesday's episode! My favorite Whitney song. Also, congrats to Chris on his movie premiere, I promise I'll be the first one in line at the theatre to watch it on opening day :)
Blaine was having an internal argument with none other than himself.
There he was, standing right outside of Kurt's bedroom. That's the last place that he'd gone into, and now that it was much more quieter than before, Blaine could almost make out the sound of the light pitter-patter of water coming from inside the room. But it wasn't raining outside.
Blaine took a deep breath. He didn't know what he was doing right now, all he knew was that he needed to not be away from Kurt right now. He couldn't stand to be all by himself after what happened. The silence around him just reminded him of Kurt's screams and tears. Blaine breathed heavily, rubbing his eyes with his fists and sliding them up into his hair. He'd never been so frustrated before. What was he supposed to do? He'd do anything to make Kurt happy again.
Slowly, he reached out and gripped the door nob.
Inside Kurt's room was cramped, of course, but Blaine couldn't help but notice that Kurt wasn't in it. Blaine looked around, but there wasn't much to look at since the room was so tiny and one could easily find something. The room smelt of something subtly sweet, like vanilla or lavender. It was comforting, but it wasn't enough to calm Blaine down.
The oddest part was that that same sound of falling water wasn't going away. That's when Blaine turned around, coming face to face with a closed door. He pressed his ear up against the wood, listening warily. The noise was coming from inside.
Kurt was showering.
Blaine's face seemed to heat up about a thousand degrees more, his heart beginning to skip beats. Kurt was taking a shower while Blaine was in his house. After six years of not seeing each other, this was what Kurt decided to do. Blaine didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous. But just the thought that Kurt was completely and utterly naked behind that closed door just made Blaine itch in the best and worst way possible. But there was no way Blaine was leaving their little debacle unsettled.
Not now. Not when the fire raging in Blaine's heart seemed to get stronger and stronger the longer he thought about Kurt. The longer he looked at him, talked to him, remembered him...
And that's when it hit him. Blaine had fallen in love all over again, not just with the ghost of Kurt's memory, but with the new Kurt, too.
His eyes widened with realization. He should be terrified. He should be scared that it had only taken a couple of days to fall in love with Kurt once again. And hell, if this wasn't love, then it was certainly something strong and undying.
I love you, a voice chanted over and over inside Blaine's head. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Blaine reached for the top button on his shirt and tugged.
MEANWHILE
Kurt's favorite thing to do when he was stressed out or frustrated was to take a shower. Just soaking himself in the gritty soap suds, washing them away and watching as they traveled down the drain...it relaxed Kurt. It made him believe that things were going to be okay for a while. The shower was an escape, a place, a secret region where he could sing his heart out and not have to worry about what other people thought about him.
So, it made perfect sense for Kurt to be doing just that right now. But he felt unsure, knowing that Blaine was sitting right outside in his living room, or gone by now. Kurt didn't blame Blaine if he had left already. Kurt had to admit that he did get a little dramatic earlier. But he had his reasons to. Blaine was simply the most charming, kind, handsome, compassionate man he'd ever laid eyes on. And it just wasn't fair because now that Kurt was over him, or, at least he thought he was over him, Blaine had to just march right back into the picture.
Maybe he should've gone out and apologized to Blaine for freaking out. This was the first time that a shower wasn't relaxing him or calming him down, therefore facing his problems was the only way to go.
Kurt allowed a few angry confused tears slide down off of his cheeks and down onto the tub floor, almost as if they were never there. Kurt just wished he could stop being so sullen when it came to relationships and love. Because to be honest, Blaine was the only one to make him feel like he was constantly riding a thrilling roller coaster, and their relationship had lasted a couple of weeks. Kurt closed his eyes once more, facing straight up into the water.
He heard the door open.
Kurt didn't flinch, however his eyes did fly open. He stood completely still. Just the tiny creaking of the door opening slightly, and the gentle shut of it closing, sealing the world away. The water suddenly felt a million times hotter than before, or maybe it was just him. Kurt's heart beat sped up faster and faster by the second, but he did not scream. he did not yell, or cry for help, or shout in anger. He just stood there. Waiting, and apart of him hoped that he was dreaming. The other part of him hoped that he wasn't.
Blaine couldn't believe what he was doing. There he was, being a complete ignoramus who couldn't be patient enough to wait for Kurt to come outside. He swallowed heavily, so much that it almost hurt his throat. He was standing as stiff as a board, dressed only in his boxers in the middle of Kurt Hummel's bathroom. Steam surrounded the room, fogging up the glass mirror and already beginning to free Blaine's curls from it's gel. Blaine stared at the dark blue shower curtain, the only thing separating him and the gorgeous, torn-up man from each other.
The movement from the other side of the curtain stilled, and that's when Blaine knew that Kurt knew he was inside the same room as him. He could practically hear Kurt's quick pitter-pattering heart beat. He wondered if Kurt could hear his own. He stared at the curtain with pensive eyes, knowing that it one swift movement, he would be able to see every beautiful part of Kurt's body. But that wasn't the reason why Blaine was standing in the middle of a bathroom nearly naked. There was a whole other emotional aspect that he needed to break open. Not for himself, for Kurt.
Kurt listened vigilantly. He shuddered beneath the water when he heard the familiar snap of an elastic waistband being slid down. The flush in Kurt's cheeks and neck could have covered his whole body. He didn't know whether to say something out loud or...or, he didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do. A man who he may or may not have feelings for was standing right outside Kurt's veil of protection, and his mind fought with itself as he decided what to do.
The self-debate his brain was having silenced immediately as soon as the curtain slid open just a tiny bit.
Kurt's breath hitched quietly when he saw him climb into the tub. The water started to rush onto Blaine's back, down the front of his shoulders and down the back of his neck. Kurt blinked to make sure he was seeing correctly. The sight before him almost made him want to fall over and faint on just how beautiful Blaine really was.
Kurt's stellar eyes scanned the top half of Blaine's body. He took in the toned chest, the smooth looking, tanned skin that looked burning hot at the touch, the defined arms, the black curls beginning to droop down from their product...Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away. However, he did not look down. He didn't greedily take in Blaine's appearance just because they were like this together. That's not the kind of floozy person Kurt was. He was more into appreciating a human being's body rather than attacking it.
He shyly looked up into Blaine's eyes, which looked slightly orange from the dark curtain blocking off most of the light. Blaine stared right back into Kurt's eyes, not saying anything and also not looking down. Kurt appreciated the gesture. But then again, he always knew Blaine would never take Kurt's body for granted. Or anyone's body, for that matter. Kurt just wanted to reach out and press his palms, his lips, to every delicate part of Blaine's body, wanted to feel the water rushing over them as the silence broke through... it wasn't like Kurt hadn't seen a naked body before. He'd seen a few during those nights at college when he'd snuck a boyfriend into his room after hours, but they were nothing compared to the landscape before him.
Very slowly and as gentle as possible, Blaine stretched out a tentative hand until his fingertips were grazing Kurt's silk-smooth cheek, free of any blemishes and open to caress. They both froze, Kurt shutting his eyes at the warm touch, Blaine not daring to speak. Using the hand that was cupping Kurt's face, Blaine pulled Kurt just a little bit closer to his body. Kurt was sure he was about to pass out at the suspense.
They gazed at each other for what seemed like centuries, and now that Blaine could get a clear look at Kurt's face, he could see the red rims on his eyes. He'd been crying, that was for sure. Blaine leaned in at a snails pace, and when he was finally close enough to Kurt so that he could feel his breath on his face, he pressed a very soft, almost non-existent kiss to Kurt's forehead. Kurt sighed at the touch, but he knew this was wrong.
But Blaine wasn't stupid. He could tell just by looking at the look in Kurt's eyes that he'd missed this, missed being held properly, and maybe even missed the memory of Blaine. Blaine wanted to tell Kurt that it was okay, that he'd missed Kurt too, and that he just wanted to show him in every way possible. But then Kurt was pushing a palm against Blaine's chest, trying to gently shove him away.
"We can't," Kurt's voice sounded constricted. "It's over, Blaine. It was a long time ago. We grew out of each other."
"We never grew out of each other," Blaine whispered, now taking Kurt's face in both of his hands.
"I love you."
And then lips were crashing together firmly, wet and moist from the shower water. Inside of Kurt's mind, a symphony of beautiful violins and brass horns were playing.
Kurt's gasped beneath Blaine's burning touch, one of his hands coming to rest on Blaine's shoulder blade, feeling the beads of moisture beneath his fingertips. This was a kiss like none other. A kiss he could never be able to forget or shake the feeling off of his lips that were moulding themselves against Blaine's.
They'd never felt like this before. It was like someone set the room on fire, every touch leaving trails of goosebumps. Hands glided along slick skin, fingers tangled into damp hair, and arms wrapped around backs and necks. Kurt felt himself gently being pressed up against the cool, tiled shower wall, as Blaine continued to seal his lips against his own. Kurt's lungs were on fire, his head spinning...he loved it.
Their lips separated with a loud smack, their foreheads pressed together. Slowly, eyes began to open as the men panted, trying to regain use of their lungs. Bright blue reflected on hazel-green, bodies pushed together and allowing no air between them. Blaine could feel Kurt's hot breath against his lips, and then he latched his mouth onto the side of Kurt's neck, sucking carefully. Kurt leaned his head back onto the wall, his eyes rolling shut.
He gripped Blaine's toned back as he continued to kiss Kurt's clavicle, feeling the broad shoulders and moving muscles beneath his skin. Kurt had never experienced something so erotic and sensual in his entire life, and the sensation was unbelievably diverting.
"Blaine..." Kurt let out a small whimper when Blaine's curious lips brushed past his throat. Kurt moved his face to the side so he could catch Blaine's mouth in a feverish kiss that was nothing but lips and tongue. They got to explore each other's bodies all over again, and in some ways, unlock each other's hearts.
Blaine moaned into the crook of Kurt's neck when he felt Kurt reach his hand over and gently cup the certain part of him usually kept hidden. "Kurt," Blaine's voice was hoarse. "Kurt, I...you-"
"Shh," Kurt hushed very softly, kissing a spot on Blaine's jaw. His hands trailed up Blaine's spine to the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the loose curls there. Blaine wrapped one arm around Kurt's slender waist, the other hand steadying his back. Kurt as shaking, trembling at this surreal sensation that was possessing his body.
It was when Blaine's hand went to reach for Kurt's thigh that Kurt felt his feet leave the tub floor, and he was now being hoisted up into the air, his legs coming to wrap around Blaine's waist. Kurt's body was now trapped between Blaine and the shower wall, the water pouring down on the both of them as they kissed with more passion than ever. Kurt didn't care if his lips were chapped by morning. Blaine was really here, holding him, making him feel jubilant.
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt's voice was shaky, "Please..."
Kurt's plea was cut off by a pair of delicious tasting lips covering his own. And after that, everything was a blur.
There were moans as low as the bottom of the uncharted sea, and soft screams as high as the heavens. Feeling their bodies respond to being one felt overwhelming, too overwhelming to even handle. Hearts were on the verge of bursting, and their lips moved quickly, trying to take in as much as possible. The hot moisture sliding down skin wasn't the only thing keeping them warm anymore. Blaine felt his mind go to mush when Kurt tugged at his hair or arched his back. They were incredibly close, and not only were they joined physically...but now, attached by the heart.
Everything went still, after a while. The men stood wrapped up in each other's embraces, standing right underneath the shower head, the water washing away any trace of grief. Kurt shut his eyes, his cheek resting on Blaine's shoulder, his hand tracing random patterns onto Blaine's bicep. Blaine was still breathing irregularly, with his eyes also closed, his bottom lip pressed to Kurt's temple. They stood in silence for a few long minutes, really thinking about what had just happened.
Kurt could make out the faint beats of Blaine's heart and how they were beginning to return to normal. He pressed a small, almost shy kiss to Blaine's collarbone, and that's when he heard a very soft, hoarse voice whisper sweetly into his ear.
"I lost you once," Blaine cooed. "I'm not losing you again."
Kurt just simply gazed up at Blaine. He didn't know what to say, or ho to react. All he knew was that despite the past drama, he was here with Blaine now, and in this moment, they were unstoppable. Kurt replied to Blaine by reaching up and kissing his swollen lips, still vaguely tasting of honey and tea.