Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.
A/N: This one is pretty fluffy, I fancied a fluff filled chapter since it's been a bit up and down for me this past weeks and I haven't had much time to write. Now after this one it shouldn't be as sugary sweet. Now back to watching Netflix. Enjoy!
Blaine sat through endless organising, and unpacking, and choosing furniture online, and waiting for said furniture to arrive, and listening as Kurt told him how to assemble said furniture, and watching the parade of items Kurt brought from flee markets and small stores he found when he went grocery shopping. Blaine was glad Kurt was adapting so well to New York, although he couldn't deny he felt jealous that the pain in his ribs was holding him back. But he would have plenty of opportunities to make up for lost time. So far they had almost unpacked everything, Kurt's clothes hung organized in his closest, Blaine's not as organized and mostly in drawers, Blaine's hair products had begun to mix in with Kurt's and their DVD's and CDs meshed together by their television in alphabetised rows. All they had left were a few boxes in their bedroom and some in their study, mostly books and school supplies.
"Blaine, did you seriously bring every stuffed animal you owned as a child?" Kurt asked one morning as he sorted through the boxes on their bedroom floor, Blaine sat behind him propped up on their bed, meaning he had no way to reply to Kurt's question.
"That coming from you Kurtsie is grand," Blaine said, knowing full well it was purely for his own ears but to get across his point he picked up a stuffed animal of Kurt's from next to him on the bed and tossed it at Kurt's head, earning himself a direct hit, and while he victory danced one of his own toys thrown at him in response. "Hey, you weren't looking, I couldn't defend myself by signing." Blaine signed now he had Kurt's attention. "I know you say these things without looking on purpose, you can't fool me Hummel." Blaine said with a smile.
"Oh, yeah Anderson." Kurt finger spelled his name and got up from his position on the floor. "Don't go thinking you know all my tricks yet." He began to climb up next to Blaine making him chuckle a little.
"Oh it hurts to laugh," Blaine said to himself knowing he'd mumbled so Kurt was unlikely to understand him. He'd been trying his hardest not to stress or worry Kurt when he was in pain.
"See, there's a trick of yours, mumbling." Kurt said moving so he was next to Blaine, with their eyes at the same level.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Blaine said making sure Kurt would be able to read his lips. Kurt smiled before kissing Blaine's smiling lips. Blaine pulled Kurt closer, kissing him back and settling in against his pillows, tugging on Kurt's shirt a little. As their kissing progressed Kurt found himself on top of Kurt, Blaine didn't mind, at first. Then as Kurt shifted to get a little more comfortable – Kurt thought to himself, to help the little Kurt in his pants get more comfortable – Blaine pulled back and hissed in pain. Kurt jumped off of Blaine as though he was on fire and began to apologise.
"Oh, Blaine, I am so sorry, I forgot and do you want me to get you something for the pain. You can take some more medication soon." Kurt said jumping from foot to foot a little, not sure what direction to head in first or if he should stay and apologise some more. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, just give me a second and help me up a little bit?" Blaine signed wincing in pain as Kurt moved to help prop up pillows. "That's better."
"I am so sorry." Kurt said sitting down on the other side of the bed making sure not to disturb Blaine.
"It's ok. It's ok, Kurt, really, I'm fine." Blaine begun to speak but he wanted to make sure Kurt understood everything he was trying to say and the best way to do so was to sign.
"I never knew making out could be so dangerous. I'm sorry, I just got carried away."
"Kurt it's ok, I miss making out with you and messing around with you, it's just my stupid ribs slowing me down." Blaine signed. "But really, I'm fine." Blaine patted to spot next to him, he didn't Kurt to be scared about even sitting next to him, or touching him, he may have a broken rib or two but that didn't mean he could break into a thousand pieces if Kurt even sat near him. Kurt crawled over the bed and settled into Blaine's side, being as careful as possible not to get too close to any ribs. Blaine curled an arm around Kurt's shoulder and traced patterns on his back, listening to Kurt's slow breathing, he started wonder if Kurt had fallen asleep, but he didn't want to check, just in case he was dreaming right now.
"You distracted me; we really need to finish these boxes." Kurt said, surprising Blaine a little by moving from his arms.
"Me?" Blaine said poking Kurt in the side as he made a speedy retreat back to his boxes.
"You!" Kurt said sitting back down. "Now if only we had a place in our cozy apartment for all your sentimentals." Blaine rolled his eyes and didn't bother with a reply, or they would just being going round in circles all day long.