Kurt could hear Blaine's footsteps fading away as he searched for his guitar. I couldn't have asked for anything more right now. How is it that Blaine always knows what I need?
A minute passed before Kurt could hear Blaine returning, and then saw the incredible boy sit down with the guitar.
"Okay, um, I just learned this a few days ago because I had never gotten around to learning it before, so... yeah."
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Kurt recognized the song fairly quickly; he had heard it far too many times on the radio. It was just a little high for Blaine, but still amazing.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "No way, it's all good,"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around
Blaine's voice was full of emotion; he was really pleading for Kurt to believe he'd be okay.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
The pain, the pleading in Blaine's voice was enough to bring a couple tears to Kurt's eyes. It was an indescribable feeling, watching him sing like this.
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead
His voice cracked a little, but he barely noticed, he was so into the song, trying to make Kurt understand just how much he meant those words.
So complicated, look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, see you do the same
For a moment, Blaine's eyes glazed over as he remembered what he had gone through at his old school. He was so glad Kurt hadn't gone through what he had.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
By this point, Kurt was so overcome with emotion. To think that anyone would do so much for him, to think he meant this much to anyone, was just amazing.
The whole world stares so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Blaine could see how much this meant to Kurt by how he was obviously holding back tears, and it made his heart leap to know he meant so much to someone so perfect.
Done looking for the critics 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Estrange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that? Why do I do that?
During the brief pause, Kurt was able to choke out a single, "I love you," before the tears ran freely down his porcelain cheeks.
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me, yeah
Blaine's eyes were shining with tears, his voice trying to convey the full extent of his love, but he felt it wasn't possible. He just loved Kurt too much to express it.
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect
To me.
"Blaine, that was amazing." Kurt's tears were pooling on his cheeks, and he wished he could just hug Blaine and never let go, never have to leave the warmth and comfort of the strong arms.
"I... I just love you so much, Kurt, and I never want to see you get hurt or hurt yourself again. I want to hug you so much, but we're an hour apart, so I guess I'll just hug the camera or something, um, just pretend I'm actually hugging you." Blaine stood up and started walking towards the camera before wrapping his arms around it in a move that only Blaine would think of.
Kurt couldn't help but giggle at Blaine's adorableness, and he closed his eyes, remembering how Blaine's arms felt around him. It was nice, but still could never compare to the real thing.
"Kurt... um... Kurt... I finished hugging the camera like, two minutes ago." Blaine was stifling his laughter, and Kurt flushed a deep red.
"But I miss hugging you. Can you PLEASE apparate over here?" Kurt unleashed the puppy dog eyes, and Blaine simply could not resist.
"What time is it? My parents left, so if your parents are cool with it, I should be able to come over, and even spend the night if I'm really lucky."
"I'll run and ask Dad. Carole certainly won't mind." Kurt ran off to ask his father, leaving Blaine to play random notes on his guitar.
"So, since Blaine's parents are on a business trip, he wants to spend the night here. And he'll be okay with sleeping on the couch?" Burt asked, suspicious, but also glad that Kurt bothered to ask this time.
"Yes, Dad, he'll be fine."
"When you two are in your room, door stays open, alright?" Kurt sighed. He had heard this countless times.
"Of course."
"Alright then, I'll tell Carole, and she can make dinner for him too." Kurt grinned, jumping and clapping his hands the way he did whenever he saw a scarf he just had to have.
"Thank you so much, Dad!" And with that, Kurt raced back to his room to tell Blaine.
Kurt nearly knocked over his chair in his enthusiasm, and told Blaine that he could come over. He was excited, breathless, and Blaine was grinning like an insane man.
"I'm gonna get going. See you in an hour!" Blaine ended the call, leaving Kurt in his room to wait for him. He was still amazed at how lucky he was to have such an amazing, caring boyfriend.
He turned off his computer and lay down on his bed, remembering every little quirk Blaine had that he just loved. He loved how Blaine never seemed to have the same facial expression twice, how he always squints when he sings, how his eyes changed colors with the light. And he never seems to realize just how perfect he is.
Absently, Kurt traced over the scars on his arm, and could feel the desire to add another in the back of his mind, but quickly buried it with memories of Blaine kissing him. And even if it was just for a moment, Kurt truly felt happy.
A/N: Okay, now that I've written my fill of emotional stuff, I'm gonna go work on Chapter 9 Part 2 of Weekend at Blaine's. And maybe read Tumblr. .
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