"Pinch me," Blaine moaned as he pulled away. "Please. Someone."
Kurt stared at him, eyes crinkling in confusion, the smile slowly dripping from his face. Right. Blaine was still dangerously sick, despite whatever emotions the both of them found themselves caught up in. That was completely inappropriate and they were in Lima for Christ sake and kissing was probably the last thing that Blaine needed and oh God what had he gotten himself into?
He watched Blaine slowly blink and swallow, trying desperately not to wince as he really focused on the ghost-like translucency the sophomore's skin had taken on in the last hour. "I need to know this is real. Please." Blaine coughed weakly into his fist, like if he forced out too much air his head would deflate. "Ow! Wes!"
The Asian grinned, raising the pitch of his voice to adopt the stereotypical accent and flapping a sassy hand. "Oh honey, don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."
Blaine shrugged, winking, and the boys burst into laughter.
Suddenly Tina appeared at their table, her arms disappearing from Kurt's chest as soon as he'd recognised their existence. He handed the glittered microphone to her as she hurried up to the stage, his other hand hovering over Blaine's curls. "That really happened…"
Blaine collapsed onto the table. "I'm so sorry, Kurt."
Head under water
And they tell me to breathe easy for awhile
The breathing gets harder.
Even I know that.
"I hate that I have to keep asking this, but sorry for what?" Kurt blinked, looking at the similarly shocked eyes of the table around him.
"I'm sick. That's got to be a pretty crappy first kiss." Blaine's face screwed up and he glanced into the light before sneezing, as if he had to prove the point.
Kurt dropped into the booth couch, next to him, passing him a tissue. "I don't care. You deserve to be taken care of for once. God knows you've done it enough for me already."
You made room for me. It's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands.
I'm unusually hard to hold onto.
"You…" Blaine squeaked as his voice began to break again, and Kurt's heart jumped. This really couldn't get any worse for the boy, could it? "You remember what I told you earlier?" Blaine rubbed a hand to his throat, grimacing as the next coughing fit took hold of his chest.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. That wasn't fair on you." Blaine was always talking about how he always messed things up, but Kurt was honestly struggling to see how he was doing any better. Once again, he'd let his emotions get in the way. What was better? Hiding everything, locking everything away, so deep that it was hidden from yourself? Or letting your emotions dictate your every move? Both definitely had the potential to end in disaster, be it a personal breakdown or simply an inability to function rationally, to connect with people in the usual fashion. "I know what you said, everything you've said, and instead I got carried away in the moment. I'm sorry." Kurt blinked, feeling hot tears begin to rise, threatening to spill over.
But Blaine's hand simply moved on top of his and gave it a squeeze, a warm smile appearing on Blaine's lips. "It's okay."
Blank stares at blank pages.
No easy way to say this.
You mean well
But you make this hard on me.
Jeff suddenly jumped up, pulling Nick along with him. "Come on, let's dance!"
Similarly, David ran over to the table, waving Sophie (the gavel to be used when the head council member, whoever he should be at the present time, was incapacitated in the form of injury or illness, according to Section 11. of The Warbler Hand-Guide). Wes grinned, shaking his head, but forced himself slowly to his feet and allowed David to drag him onto the dancefloor, stifling a sneeze into the crook of his elbow as he melted away, singing softly with the combined choir.
Kurt grinned, one hand lacing with Blaine's, one hand rubbing his back. "So… now that we have this empty booth…" the counter-tenor stopped rubbing Blaine's back, shifting closer to him while trailing his now free hand up around his chest to cup his jaw, eyes meeting, mouths mere inches apart. "Can I do this again?"
I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cos you asked for it,
Cos you need one, you see.
I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cos you tell me it's
Make or breaking this
And you're on your way.
Blaine shook his head as he slowly regained his breath. "Kurt…" he breathed, tilting his head so their foreheads were pressed together, like they were trying to pass thoughts through their skin, holding an unspoken conversation.
"That's my name." He giggled, running his fingers across Blaine's clammy cheeks.
"You're trouble." Blaine blinked, slightly cross-eyed as his eyes traced the rings and flecks of gold in Kurt's.
"I thought you said I was Kurt?" He rubbed noses with the boy – a proper Eskimo kiss. "Make up your mind!"
Blaine coughed a laugh, finally breaking eye contact. He raised a jittery hand – though from nerves or illness, he couldn't tell – stroking Kurt's hair once before trying to stabilise his own head. "You be whoever the hell you want to be, and don't let anyone tell you anything else."
I'm not gonna write you to stay.
If all you have is leaving,
I'mma need a better reason
To write you a love song
Today.
Blaine suddenly jumped to his feet, knees buckling so he nearly fell back into Kurt. "I need out."
Kurt was an instant behind him, chest pressed into the boy to support him while he fumbled with the door handle. He could feel Blaine jolt every few seconds as he began to hiccup, each expulsion of air sending a new shot of adrenaline coursing through him. "Hang on, Blaine, nearly there."
Finally there was a rush of air as the door, aided by a gust of wind, blew open, and they both staggered outside, Kurt the only thing anchoring Blaine's feet and feet alone to the ground.
Promise me
That you'll leave the light on
To help me see
The daylight, my guide gone
Cos I believe there's a way you can love me because I say…
Well, it was definitely snowing outside.
That was Kurt's next thought as he suddenly found himself back by the gutter, hands pulling at Blaine's hips, not wanting to let him fall into the slush lying semi-melted on the footpath.
"Really, Blaine? You had a perfect shot at my shoes there, and you aim for the road? What did it ever do to you?"
"I'm feeding it." Blaine spun himself round as he wiped his mouth, clutching at Kurt's collar as he tried feebly to remain on his feet. "Hey, it's snowing!"
A bubble of laughter burst from Kurt's lips as he shook his head, deciding to humour the boy. "Yep, it sure is."
"It's so pretty…" Blaine breathed, trying to catch the falling flakes, and Kurt was, not for the first time, reminded of a puppy, tongue hanging out and softly panting. "Just like you."
"It's all cold and dry and powdery and sticky too." Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. "Just in case you wanted a few more adjectives that really do not fit my demeanour."
"Oh, I don't know, you're pretty sticky." Blaine swallowed, finally deciding his mouth was full enough of the crisp ice flakes. "You're like superglue. Or maybe you're a metal…" He stopped, shaking his head. "I don't know if I just screwed up a horrendous pick-up line or an Elvis lyric…" He smiled. "I'm going to stop talking now."
"Well, aren't you just adorable." Foreheads pressed together, Kurt absorbed some of the billowing heat, listening to the echoes of Tina singing and playing inside.
I won't write you a love song
Cos you asked for it,
Cos you need one, you see.
I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cos you tell me it's
Make or breaking this.
Is that why you wanted a love song?
Cos you asked for it?
Cos you need one? You see…
Kurt felt Blaine shivering and pressed the feverish boy closer to him, feeling each individual muscle ripple and twitch with the waves of spasms. "Better now?"
Blaine nodded, resting his cheek against Kurt's shoulder. "I always feel good when you're around."
"Well, I guess we're just going to have to see that happens then, aren't we? I'm pretty sure Wes keeps some duct tape handy at all times." He paused, breaking into a grin. "That wasn't meant to sound that way."
"Who says I wouldn't like it?" Blaine's eyes drooped and he began slurring, starting to fall asleep despite the cold and excitement over snow in Ohio.
I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cos you tell me it's
Make or breaking this
If you're on your way.
I'm not gonna write you to stay.
If your heart is nowhere in it,
I don't want it for a minute.
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you
A love song
Today.
Kurt brushed some snow from Blaine's hair and shoulders as he began sneezing in the cold. "Come on. Let's get you back inside."
And fingers laced together, huddling close with snow floating around them, they headed back into the warmth.
Well. Howdy, strangers!
My apologies, of course. New York and Seattle taking up much of my time, so I haven't been able to update or reply to a heap of messages. So hopefully this works as a make-up present?
I would go on and on and on about New York, which really was amazing. But instead... Remember how I was getting excited about meeting Telly Leung? I can beat that. I got PULLED UP ON STAGE during Godspell... to play Pictionary... by Telly and Hunter Parrish (for all you Weeds fans).
Yeah. I don't know how I'm still alive either.
He is honestly the sweetest person though.
But... I have a cute American coming to see me in like 5 minutes so... I'mma run away now.
Thanks again to everyone! Shout-outs to xXLittle Rose AngelXx, inthelookingglass, riker-rocky-ross-lynchlover795, Stranger on the Bus and jensenfan4ever, with a huge shout out to purbles33 for the lovely message! You guys know this already, but you really are amazing.
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