Question 18: What is your most terrible memory?
They were laying on the bed side by side. Blaine let out a satisfied sigh when Kurt begun to caress his ungelled curls. Kurt's ringing laughter caught his ears.
"What?"
Kurt chuckled again:
"You're practically purring."
Blaine smiled at him and tilted his head closer to his boyfriend's fingers. He always felt relaxed and appreciated with Kurt, which was something new for him and he was still learning how to navigate their relationship.
It was Kurt's time to inquire:
"What?"
Blaine sighed:
"I'm so happy I'm scared."
Kurt pouted a little and pulled him to rest his head against Kurt's chest:
"Don't be. Although, I can relate to the feeling."
Blaine stiffed:
"That makes me even more nervous…"
Kurt went back to caress his head:
"Don't be. It's just that I never been this happy with someone. My other boyfriend was kind of crappy too. I mean, nothing like what Sebastian did to you…"
"But know we found each other."
"Indeed, we did. Blaine, can we talk about something."
Blaine's mind was racing a thousand miles per second. Kurt had just confessed some insecurities and was now something he wanted to talk about. The words were out of Blaine's mouth before he could top them:
"Please, don't break up with me."
Kurt's eyes were full of concern as he readjusted them to sit up and look into his boyfriend's eyes:
"Blaine, dear, why would I? Haven't I just said I was so happy I didn't know what to do with it? It's all thanks to you."
Blaine felt himself exhaling not knowing he had been holding his breath:
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
Kurt laughed that beautiful laugh of his and Blaine relaxed back in bed, pulling Kurt close to him:
"Blee, I wanted to talk about house decoration."
Blaine laughed too and adjusted Kurt's head to rest on his chest this time:
"What do you want to change? You want more room for your clothes?"
Kurt fake punched him on the chest, but laughed at his boyfriend's teasing anyway:
"No, I was thinking more like we move in together."
"We already live together, gorgeous."
"I know, but we do we need two bed and two bedrooms when we sleep together every night anyway."
Blaine could feel a sour taste in his mouth. Voices from the past started echoing in his head and he sat up so fast, forgetting Kurt was laying against him. Much to his surprise, he was brought back to reality by a soft touch caressing his shoulder.
"Blee?"
Kurt voice was so low that Blaine was sure he had hurt his boyfriend's feelings. He conquered his fear and looked back to see Kurt with an incredibly soft and kind physiognomy.
"I think I have hit a nerve there. I'm sorry, Blee. Want to talk about it?"
"I'm so fucked up."
Kurt's other hand flew to his other shoulder and his thumb started tracing circles on Blaine's skin.
"You are not what you just said. You had a difficult past and it still bothers you sometimes. But you are a wonderful, compassionate, kind, sensible young man and I'm very luck to call myself your boyfriend."
Blaine lowered his eyes:
"That's not what I was told."
Kurt bit his lower lip and sucked on it a bit:
"Sometimes I just want to meat this Sebastian guy and punch him right on his obnoxious face."
Blaine's lips curled a bit up in an attempt of a smile:
"How do you know his face is obnoxious?"
"Because everything about him is vile; don't get me started, Blaine."
Blaine chuckled lowly:
"You look incredible even when you're fuming with rage."
"It's just… uhg – Kurt approached for a furious kiss on Blaine's mouth – no one has the right to hurt you like he did."
Blaine caressed Kurt's cheek and leaned in for a calmer, slower kiss. He then whispered flirtatiously against Kurt's lips:
"And you are going to fix me?"
"If you want me to."
Answered Kurt as flirtatiously and closed the gap between their mouths once again.
"Tell me, Blee, no one bedroom; I get that, but why?"
"I-I- I need my privacy."
Kurt nodded:
"That's perfectly normal and understandable."
"Th-that's not all…"
Kurt grabbed his hand:
"Okay, want to talk about it?"
"Y-y-yes, but it's hard"
Two piercing blue eyes met his with caring and understanding. Blaine took a deep breath and stared straight into those eyes:
"When I first move to New York, was to move in with Sebastian. We had planned it all - our college, our life together, we had chosen our apartment and everything. However, he got a phone call from the landlord saying our apartment had been flooded and we couldn't move in. He went behind my back and close a flat for him. He came to New York a few weeks earlier than me. When I arrived, I found out about the flood and called him. He said I couldn't live with him because there was just room for one bed. I said it wouldn't be a problem – we had sleep together on many occasions and were planning on starting our lives together – but he said he needed his space. That's when he broke up with me and I found myself without a place to stay, in one of the biggest city in the world and with my classes starting in a week."
Kurt's eyes were glowing with unshed tears and he threw himself at Blaine for a hug:
"Oh, honey."
Blaine could feel his own cheeks getting wet and he didn't know by whose tears. He mustered some courage to continue the conversation:
"I need my boundaries. A place I know it's mine and I can be there whenever I want and that you have your privacy too. I don't want you getting tired of me."
"That's not possible. But I understand the rest. Silly me, I was just thinking it would be nice to have a guest bedroom. My father has been saying about coming to visit."
Blaine nuzzled Kurt's nose:
"I don't mean I want to stop sleeping every night by your side. When your father comes to visit, we can give one room for him to stay, of course. But something temporary."
Kurt smiled at him:
"Why are you so wonderful?"
"I'm not."
"Try looking at you with my eyes."
Blaine was closing in for a kiss, but Kurt playfully escaped him:
"Come, silly. I know it's your turn to cook but I want to make that chicken pie you love."
I love you, Blaine thought, but I'm too scared to be the first one to say that.