Hello there! Again, thanks so much for following my tiny story if you follow it, or if it's your first time here, for giving it a chance. This is my favourite chapter, I really enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 5/6
Kurt cried, a lot. And Blaine did too. But this one was scared, and freezing. His head hurt, his eyes also did. They were sitting in one of the corners of the bridge, which was almost empty, except for a homeless man who sometimes glanced at them curiously. Kurt didn't really feel his body. Yes, he may have been tired but that meant nothing. He was hugging his own stomach with his head down. He raised it. How many hours have they spent there?
Blaine had been in the same position as Kurt, but when he heard his boyfriend had moved, he raised his head too and his perfect triangle eyebrows followed. Now, Kurt was staring at him.
-Are you okay?
Kurt needed to ask. Blaine looked confused but funny. Lovely, he looked completely lovely.
-Ohhhh well… my ass fucking hurts!
Kurt laughed out loud and then tried to shush himself. He whispered 'sorry people' while looking at all the houses around them.
-Is it almost three a.m, isn't it?
Blaine glanced at his wristwatch.
-Half past two.
-We are a pair of fools. What are we even doing here?
This time was Blaine who laughed, but in silence.
Kurt continued –our bodies hurt, our eyes and noses are as red as a beet plant. It's freezing, it's late…
-Well but it's New York City… the city that never sleeps?
-Maybe it's only us who never sleep –Kurt smiled and sneezed.
-Bless you! –shouted the homeless man.
They both turned around to look at him and their hands touched unexpectedly. Well, actually Blaine's hand and Kurt's glove.
-These are yours. You should wear them –Kurt said while taking off his gloves.
-No. No, Kurt, I'm fine.
Kurt touched Blaine's hands with his own hot ones.
-OH MY GOD BLAINE!
And covered his mouth; he'd shouted too loud.
-Your hands are okay now, but they'll be really cold in a couple of minutes if you don't wear these gloves. I'm going to put mine on here –he pointed at his pockets.
-Then I'm going to do the same –Kurt put his hands inside his trousers' pockets.
They looked at each other for a while…
-Hey, you two! If neither of you are wearing the gloves, can I borrow them for this night?
The homeless man winked and Kurt walked towards him. Then he gave him the pair of gloves.
-Here you are.
-Oh, thanks, thank you so much, thanks!
-You know –Blaine said- they fit you.
The homeless man applauded with them, making no noise, and then rubbed them in his arms.
-I think you can keep them. It'll be our Christmas present. When Christmas comes, I want you to wear them, okay?
-Only at Christmas?
Blaine laughed but continued –Yes. And whenever they're necessary.
-Oh thank you, thank you. Yes, yes of course, thank you.
And he kept saying many 'thank yous' even when the couple left.
-I'm happy I could at least do something nice in this day.
-Actually, 'this day' is actually another day. It's already Sunday.
Blaine let his head drop.
-Sh*t. I didn't d nice yesterday.
-C'mon! –Kurt took Blaine by his arm and they kept walking a few more blocks.
While they were waiting for a taxi, Blaine stared at Kurt's eyes and decided to ask:
-Kurt… are you mad at me? You don't seem so but-
-No.
Then Kurt kissed Blaine's lips softly and let his own hands sink in his hair. Meanwhile, some taxis were taken by other people.
-It wasn't your fault that he was driving our taxi. It's absolutely normal the way you felt and I guess… it wasn't something easy to tell. And you told me, finally. You didn't lie to me. That's the most important part. So… Eli. C, huh?
-I'll repeat it to you. I don't even remember how it felt. I always repeat to myself that it was an awful experience, and that I regret having done it. In our case… we do have memories, Kurt.
-Of course we do. I'd never ever forget how scared I was the first time we actually did it.
Blaine laughed and added a flirty 'you didn't seem so'.
Kurt felt happy again. He saw a taxi and stopped it. This time Blaine got into it first and Kurt smiled when his boyfriend said the address of - their- apartment. Blaine gave the driver short glimpses minute by minute to make sure he wasn't Eli. C. Kurt laughed the whole trip and looked at his precious New York City through the window.