Short but oh so sweet.
And oh so overdue! I hope you enjoy :)
Chapter nine
3rd July 2019
The past year had been a blur. A stressful, exhausting blur.
If Kurt thought his career's big break was over, he was incredibly wrong. In the past year he'd been busier than he'd ever been; fashion shows, interviews, he'd even been offered his own TV show.
Which meant that even though for the first time in ages, both he and Blaine had been single, they'd had no time to put a label on what they were. They'd been seeing each other – finally allowed to call their meet-up dates and kissing at the end of them. They'd even slept together a few times and professed their love more times than they could recall.
Though nothing had come of it so far; no development in their relationship into a romantic one. They were still blurring the line between romantic and platonic, but then again they always had.
And Kurt was okay with that. He had Blaine, in some capacity. Although it wasn't as much as he wanted – it would never be enough, it was okay for now.
He was rushed off his feet.
Everything was going wrong – everything. One of the models was missing, a heel had broken, a dress had been ripped and Kurt had just about had it. He was freaking out; the fashion show was due to start in half an hour and nothing was ready. The way things were going, he'd have to walk down the catwalk.
Not that he'd particularly mind that, come to think of it.
One of the models suddenly emerged and Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "Oh my God, where were you?" He near-shrieked within exasperation.
"I got locked in the toilet," Brittany admitted, blushing. Clad in only her lacy underwear, she took the dress from Kurt, slipping it over her shoulders.
"For God's sake Brittany, I've known you since high school and you still haven't learnt how to unlock the bathroom door!" Kurt scolded, though he couldn't help but smile. "Now work that dress, girl! Places, everyone!"
Blaine was wandering the streets of New York, so engrossed in his thoughts he kept bumping into strangers but he didn't care. His mind was fixated on one thing and one thing only – Kurt.
They'd fallen into a state of friends/fuck-buddies-who-happened-to-be-in-love. Kurt had been snowed under at work and whilst Blaine had had his heart set on wooing the younger man and entering them into a romance the proper way, he hadn't been given the chance. Every dinner date he arranged, Kurt would normally have to cancel due to work commitments. Blaine was happy for him; he was ecstatic that Kurt's talents were finally being recognised but it came at such an inconvenient time.
Take tonight, for instance. He'd arranged to have dinner with Kurt at his favourite restaurant. Tonight would have been the night he would officially asked Kurt to be with him – romantically, that was. But Kurt had been rushed off to a fashion show.
Blaine understood completely, he just wished things were different.
He realised that the right time with Kurt wasn't just going to come. He'd been given far too many opportunities in the past and blown them all so his luck was probably up. So, if Blaine wanted to find the right time, he was going to have to go look for it.
"Brittany, that dress is on upside down! What were you thinking?" Kurt shrieked, wrenching it off of the lithe girl and repositioning it appropriately on her body.
"But I liked it better the other way," Brittany moaned, tugging at it.
"Don't you dare touch it. It's a masterpiece and you are lucky enough to wear it. It looks amazing. Now get out of here and onto that runway!" Kurt instructed, giving her a push through the curtains and onto the catwalk.
He watched from backstage, grinning and clapping his hands together as the male and female models glided down the runway, showcasing his clothes beautifully. The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn, finding himself face to face with Blaine.
For a few minutes they just stood and stared at each other. Blaine's hand rested on Kurt's cheek, fingers caressing his high cheekbones delicately. Kurt tilted his head into the touch, letting his eyelids flutter. Blaine smiled.
That was until the models clattered in off of the runway, yelling about costume changes and walks and poses and generally causing chaos. Except for Brittany, that was. She edged towards Kurt and Blaine, pulling on Kurt's sleeve but looking at Blaine the whole time.
"Kurt," she whispered, "who's the pretty hobbit? I want one." She told him, eyeing Blaine up and down.
"Sorry, Brittany, you're gunna have to find your own pretty hobbit," Kurt replied, eyes never leaving Blaine's, smiling slightly at the nickname.
Brittany stalked away, mumbling under her breath. Kurt tilted his head to one side, still gazing at the man in front of him. "What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, voice soft. Then he paused. "Oh my God, what am I doing? I'm in the middle of a fashion show here!" He snapped out of his reverie, pulling away from Blaine and rushing towards his models, shoving pieces of clothing at them.
Blaine followed, undeterred. "Kurt, wait, I need to talk to you!"
Kurt didn't turn round to look at him, fussing with the models instead, trying to get a t-shirt to sit just so on a male's torso. He growled in frustration, throwing a retort at Blaine over his shoulder. "Okay, talk!"
"I – Kurt, this kind of needs to be private," Blaine admitted, blanching.
"So you come to a fashion show with thousands of people? Come on, Blaine; if it was that important that you needed to come down here then say it!" Kurt instructed, his back still to Blaine.
The older man closed his eyes, trying to pluck up the courage. Remember – make the right time, don't wait for it because it'll never come… "I love you."
Kurt turned, smiling brightly at him. "I know, I love you too," he said, before turning his back on Blaine again.
"No, I really love you." Oh God, this had sounded so much more romantic in his head…
"I know, Blaine," Kurt told him, without turning around.
"Kurt, look at me!" Blaine instructed, pulling Kurt's arm around so that they were face to face. "I love you more than you'll ever know. I know that in the past we've put it off because life's gotten in the way but there's nothing stopping us now."
Kurt's eyes were welling with tears and his breath was caught in his throat. "Oh God, Blaine, of all the times you could have told me, you pick at a fashion show. You're making my cry in front of all my models." He sniffed, delicately. "You have the worst timing of anyone I know."
Blaine chuckled, voice shaking with unshed tears. "You still love me though, right?"
Kurt nodded defiantly. "Always."
The tears fell this time, but Blaine barely noticed as he craned his neck up to press his lips to Kurt. The younger man melted into the kiss, pulling Blaine into his arms and kissing him deeply. After a few minutes, Kurt pulled away, keeping their faces close but looking at Blaine questioningly.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, stroking Kurt's hair softly.
"This time it's for keeps, yeah?" Kurt asked, timidly.
"Always," Blaine promised, kissing him again.
TBC…:)