Klaine Week 2013 Day 7 Prompt: Reunion. Last one.
The New Directions bustled off the stage in a state of euphoria after a stellar Regionals performance. They chatted fervently about how the other teams offered no serious competition for them. Sam threw his arm around Blaine's shoulders, enthusiastically babbling about a particular move he perfectly executed during Blaine's upbeat solo. As Blaine giggled at his friend's energy and excitement, he was distracted by the sound of a throat clearing behind him.
Blaine whipped around to see Kurt standing directly in front of him. He looked uncomfortable; his hands were buried in his pockets, and he was awkwardly shifting his weight back and forth between his legs. When he caught Blaine's eyes, his lips moved upward in a rather sad smile. "You were breathtaking," he whispered, eyes darting back down to the dusty floor.
The voices of the New Directions' members gradually got quieter until the sound of the choir room door shutting cut them off completely. "Kurt," Blaine cried, his voice faltering slightly. "You-you came."
"What? You'd really think I'd miss my old high school glee club led by my ex-boyfriend in a silly show choir competition?" Kurt asked jokingly, evoking a chuckle from Blaine. Kurt dug the toe of his boot into the floor before adding," You really were amazing, you know."
"Thank you," Blaine choked. "It means a lot, really. That we can still, you know, do stuff like this. Support each other." With each word spoken, his voice quivered, and he noticed Kurt's shoulders dropping in a disheartening manner. "Is everything okay, Kurt?"
Kurt glanced up at Blaine, and Blaine was surprised to see the boy's eyes gleaming with the appearance of fresh tears. Blaine took a wary step forward, nervously reaching out to place a comforting grasp on Kurt's shoulder, confused by his wistful expression.
"I don't think I can do this anymore," Kurt breathed out, shying away from Blaine's touch.
Having normally anticipated the worst in the past, Blaine ironically did not expect those words to escape Kurt's lips. He was fearful, but he let Kurt continue. "I know we've been trying to be friends and things have seemed to be working out, but I don't think we can do this anymore. I don't think we can be friends."
It seemed as if Blaine's heart had just shattered into a million pieces. He had absolutely no idea where this was coming from.
"I have never wanted to be "just friends" with you Blaine," Kurt deduced. "Even the moment I met you, I always wanted something more. And I'm scared right now. I've had five months to move on, and I'm still scared about how I feel when I'm around you to the point where I have to convince myself daily why we broke up in the first place. I have to remind myself that things will never be the same again."
"So, wh-what are you saying?" Blaine asked tearfully.
Kurt inhaled slowly. "After we broke up, I was heartbroken. I thought there was no way I could possibly move on with my life, but I spent these past five month convincing myself that I had. I moved in with Rachel. I found my place at and then NYADA. I even met someone new." Blaine could not help but wince at that last remark.
"But it was all a lie," Kurt continued. "I realized I have been lying to myself. Even when we slept together at Mr. Schue's disaster of a wedding, I tried to brush it off as nothing, but it's never been that way with us. Sex has never been nothing with us."
Blaine wiped away some stray tears as Kurt tentatively grabbed hold of one of Blaine's hands. "But do you know what really changed my mind?" Kurt locked his gaze on Blaine as the younger boy sniffed. "That day when we were snowed in, we decided to watch Moulin Rouge. Adam was snuggled up next to me, but when Christian and Satine started singing Come What May, I still fantasized singing it with you."
After taking a moment to process everything, Blaine said breathily, "So, so you're saying you want-you want to…"
"Try again," Kurt finished. "I mean, I know that things aren't just going to go back to the way they used to be, and we're going to have to work hard, but I can't picture my life without you in it, Blaine. In every scenario I have come up with for my future, you're always standing beside me. You're the one for me, Blaine. That's that. And I really hope you still feel the same way."
"Are you kidding?" Blaine laughed. "I have never stopped feeling that way, Kurt. I will admit I did for a little bit when we were growing distant, which is why I, you know. But since then, I knew I could never see myself loving anybody else but you."
Unable to control himself any longer, Kurt flung his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled the boy snug against his body, pressed their lips firmly together. Blaine moaned and immediately deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip until Kurt parted his lips to give Blaine better access.
They kissed for what felt like hours until they finally separated to regain control of their unsteady breathing. While their lips were disconnected, their bodies remained close. Kurt's nose was nuzzled up against Blaine's neck while Blaine gave Kurt's back an affirming squeeze, forcing the older boy impossibly closer.
Kurt backed away to see tears streaming incessantly down Blaine's cheeks. "So," Kurt began with a smirk. "Is this the part where we ditch the rest of this thing to go have hours of glorious make up sex?"
Blaine smiled, tempted for a brief moment. However, he slid his arms back around Kurt's waist and said, "Could we maybe just stay like this for a little while longer? I just want really want to hold you."
Happy to oblige, Kurt fell into Blaine's open arms and let the younger boy take control. Blaine buried his face into Kurt's shirt, inhaling the familiar scent. There was plenty of time for sex later, but to Blaine, nothing really compared to the intimate feeling of simply holding the love of his life in his arms.
The boys decided to stay for the remainder of the competition before retreating to Blaine's empty house to fulfill Kurt's earlier request. A couple hours after the announcement of the Regional champion, Kurt and Blaine laid on Blaine's bed, wrapped up in the sheets, legs tangled together. Blaine's head was rested on Kurt's chest and he mindlessly caressed his boyfriend's torso. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's sex-mussed hair, humming quietly.
"I am kind of bummed we lost Regionals," Blaine confessed. "I really thought we had this one in the bag."
"You did win," Kurt piped up.
Blaine lifted his head off Kurt's chest to give his boyfriend a perplexed look. Chuckling, Kurt swiftly kissed Blaine's temple before saying, "We got each other out of all of this. That sure beats a lousy trophy." Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt briefly before laying back down, ready to start the rest of their lives.