Title: a storm whereon they ride

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Byron

Warnings: implied murder and attempted non-con

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine

Rating: PG13

Wordcount: 370

Point of view: third

Prompt: any, any/any, love does exactly what it wants to do


Blaine makes Kurt happy. Kurt makes Blaine better. They are perfect for each other.

Unfortunately for everyone else, they make each other worse.

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Blaine would've long since been caught. Kurt would never have killed.

Kurt taught Blaine to love. Blaine taught Kurt how to kill. Kurt gives Blaine playmates; Blaine does silly things just to make Kurt laugh.

Blaine needs to kill; Kurt enables him, cleans up after him, makes sure everything is absolutely perfect.

Kurt needs to get away with it and Blaine does his best to follow every rule so he does.

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Kurt knows that Blaine is the best possible partner he could ever have. Companion. Boyfriend. Significant other. Lover. Lover, he thinks, is his favorite, though he likes significant other, too.

Kurt only loves two people in the whole world, and he's pretty sure it would break Dad's heart to know what Kurt is - but Dad would still love him and try to protect him.

And Blaine... Blaine fits into all of Kurt's sharp edges and hidden chasms, and fills him up, and makes him warm where he'd always been cold.

Kurt knew how to love before Blaine. He loved Mama and Daddy, and Gamma, from what he remembers of her. Grampa, too, though far more distantly.

But Blaine - Blaine is the first and only person to be his.

Blaine needs him. Blaine wants him.

Blaine has him, and always will.

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While Kurt and Blaine are good for each other, they're bad for everyone else.

Kurt finds that ironic, when he thinks about it.

Back at McKinley, back in Lima, most of those sheep thought he'd be alone forever, that something was wrong with him.

Well, he did find his other half. But... something really is wrong with him, and it's not what they used to toss him into dumpsters for.

He laughs, spinning Blaine around, music thrumming in his bones, and he sings along as Florence wails, "The entrails of the animals / The blood running through / But in order to get to the heart /I think sometimes you'll have to cut through."

Blaine smiles at him, so very beautiful, the best thing Kurt's ever touched, and Kurt reels him back in.