Last Ten
Kisses
(prompted by thebratprincess94)
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by padfoot
"I can't believe the summer is already over," Blaine grumbled from where he lay on Kurt's bed, sprawled across the covers.
Kurt, standing on the other side of the room buttoning up his shirt, smiled at Blaine's reflection in the mirror.
"You're not looking forward to going back to school?" he asked, teasing just a little.
"You know-" Blaine sat up, crossing his legs in front of himself, "-I used to like going back to school. Seeing all the guys again, finding out who my teachers were, auditioning for the Warblers..."
Turning to face his boyfriend, Kurt raised an eyebrow, "But you don't like school now?"
"I like you," Blaine offered, "And you aren't going to be there when I go back."
"I'm here now." Kurt moved towards the bed, reaching out to grasp Blaine's hand. "I'm not going anywhere. Not without you."
Blaine smiled, eyes sad and earnest as he murmured, "I don't want to hold you back. I want both of us to be able to go."
Kneeling on the bed, Kurt shuffled closer, until his knees were pressed against Blaine's legs.
"Silly," he chastised, lifting a hand to brush a curl off his boyfriend's forehead, "You're not holding me back. You're holding me up."
A pink blush coloured Blaine's cheek and he ducked his head, suddenly shy.
"I just- I really love you," he breathed.
"I know," Kurt replied, leaning in to kiss him.
...
Blaine was waiting outside when Kurt stepped out the front door. He waved, holding up a Lima Bean cup, and even from the porch Kurt could see the love heart drawn onto it.
"You know I like this coffee less and less the more time I spend working there making it," Kurt said once he was close enough.
"Well, it's a good thing that this isn't for you then," Blaine teased, handing the cup over with a giggle when Kurt started to glare.
Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt quickly, just catching the side of his mouth.
"What was that for?" Kurt asked, surprised.
Blaine shrugged, "Because I love you."
"Good reason."
...
The auditorium emptied out once auditions were over, the Glee club members withdrawing to their various classes or heading home for the day. Kurt, with nowhere to be, stayed where he was, staring sightlessly at the abandoned stage.
"You okay?" Blaine asked. He'd stood to leave, but paused when he saw that Kurt wasn't moving.
Kurt shook his head, turning to look at Blaine.
"No," he said. "I'm not."
Blaine's eyes raked over Kurt's face, looking for something, some clue of what was wrong.
"Can I help?" he finally asked.
"I don't think so."
Blaine bent down, his eyes meeting Kurt's, seeing the confusion in them, the sense of having no purpose, of being lost.
"I wish I could help," Blaine said.
"You do," Kurt promised. "More than you know." And he leant forward to kiss Blaine lightly on the lips.
...
"You sang to me," Kurt said, once they were back in the hallway – small and anonymous among the masses. His tone was almost disbelieving, his smile wide and bright.
Blaine grinned back, "Of course I did."
Kurt glanced around quickly, then darted in to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek.
...
"Thank you, again. For the song. It really was... amazing."
Blaine's lips curled in a soft, adoring smile.
"It was nothing," he shrugged.
Kurt shook his head, leaning over the console to curve his hand around Blaine's cheek, holding him in place.
"No, Blaine. It wasn't."
With a faltering smile Blaine murmured, "I know."
They both stared at each other for a long moment – memorising eyes and faces and the feel of it all. The overwhelming sensation of being with the person you loved. Of being able to touch them and know what it was like to have their skin and their pulse and their heartbeat under hand.
"You're perfect," Blaine blurted, breaking the silence.
"I love you," Kurt said.
They both leaned in, their lips close and soft and adoring. Hoping it would last forever.
...
"Dad? Carole? Anyone home?"
Kurt's voice echoed through the empty house, bouncing off walls and ringing in the ceiling.
"Just me then," he muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket. There was already a text from Blaine.
I miss you.
He couldn't have dropped Kurt off more than a minute ago.
Biting his lip, Kurt hit reply, then typed, Then don't leave. Nobody else is home. Stay for a while. Please.
His heart was already racing as he pressed 'send'.
Dropping his bag by the door, Kurt hurried to the living room to peer out the window, waiting for the sight of Blaine's car coming back down the street. Barely a minute had passed when he saw it. Blaine caught sight of Kurt in the window and shot him a grin as he pulled up by the curb, making the car stutter to a halt before he all but ripped open the door and jogged up the path to the house.
Kurt met him on the porch, mouth searching and hands grabbing, tugging Blaine closer until they'd stumbled across the threshold. Blaine kicked the front door closed behind him and then gasped as Kurt crowded him back against it, surging up to press their bodies close, a fierce desperation in his harsh, needy kisses.
"You-"
Blaine gasped as Kurt's teeth scraped over his bottom lip, kissing him one more time before pulling back to pant in short, hot breaths against his cheek.
"-are amazing," Blaine finished, gulping in warm air, eyes half-lidded and chest heaving.
"I don't want to leave you," Kurt said between breaths, forehead falling forward to rest on Blaine's temple.
Blaine lifted an arm to curl it around Kurt's shoulders, his other tightening on Kurt's waist and pulling him in, hugging him close and warm. Kurt hugged back just as hard, forehead still pressed to the side of Blaine's face where he could feel the tiny movements of his blinking, his swallowing, his shaky, shallow breathing.
Neither one of them said anything, both still trying to breathe, trying to slow their pounding hearts. But every time Kurt thought of leaving Blaine behind – of this being the last time they kissed, the last time they touched each other like this, the last time they-
It was impossible to imagine it.
"I don't want to leave," Kurt said again, his voice insistent and stubborn. "I want to be with you."
"Me too," Blaine answered, and that didn't help at all.
Neither did the kisses he was peppering on Kurt's ear, his cheek – any part of him that Blaine could reach. He pulled out of the hug a bit and bent down to kiss Kurt's neck and shoulders and across the top of his chest. The hand on Kurt's shoulder tugged in closer, pulling Kurt's body flush against Blaine's as he continued to kiss and press and lick tiny points of pleasure onto Kurt's neck, mapping every bit of skin, tracing over it all with his mouth like an artist.
Kurt let out a long breath, arms sliding up encircle Blaine's neck, fingertips picking at slicked-back hair, pinching at the gelled strands until they softened. Blaine was still worshipping his neck, and it was not quite enough and still entirely too much. The slow, gentle press as Blaine pushed Kurt back, guiding him along the hall to the bottom of the stairs was lost beneath the feel of him slipping two fingers up and down the bare skin of Kurt's spine, bumping down over vertebrae, circling around just above his belt and then sliding back up.
"Upstairs?" Blaine asked, as if it were still a question.
Kurt only nodded in reply, too breathless to say anything.
They stopped twice on the way up for Blaine to pull Kurt forward and against him, grinning up from where he stood a step down before wrenching Kurt in to kiss over his clothed chest, his stomach – wherever Blaine could reach. Kurt could feel himself shaking and he wasn't sure if it was the chill of the air con or the way Blaine seemed unable to stop touching him, to stop grabbing at his back and his hands and his shirt, even for a second.
"You're perfect," Blaine said again, and Kurt couldn't comprehend the agony in his voice, the need in his tone, the unbridled adoration in his eyes.
It was dangerous to love this much. To love beyond means and beyond logic, beyond the ability and desire to hold back. But the feel of his bed against the back of his knees made Kurt crumple back, giving in to it all.
He opened his arms for Blaine to fall into and he pressed their lips together, kissing full and strong and loving, fingers reaching down for Blaine's belt.
...
They heard Burt at the front door – heard him call for Kurt and listened as he moved around downstairs.
"I need to talk to him," Kurt said, "Tell him I'm leaving."
Blaine just nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around Kurt's body and kissing him soft and sweet on the neck.
...
"Blaine, you're staying for dinner tonight, aren't you?" Carole asked, kissing Burt's cheek on her way into the kitchen.
"Only if you let me help with the salad," Blaine insisted.
He moved to follow her and then turned back to Kurt. Grinning, he ducked in to kiss his cheek, a smiling repetition of Carole and Burt. Kurt rolled his eyes, shoving Blaine away with a smile.
On the couch by the TV, Burt pretended not to have seen.
...
Kurt and Blaine stood by Kurt's front door, blind to the beautiful, clear summer night as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Today was a good day," Blaine murmured, his thumb stroking soft and smooth against Kurt's hand.
"Yeah."
"Are you flying out tomorrow?"
Kurt nodded, eyes sad and scared.
Blaine didn't say anything, his hand gripping Kurt's tighter.
"We'll be fine," Kurt promised.
It was Blaine's turn to nod, stiff and slight – unsure, anxious.
There was no way to break the silence, no more promises to make or arguments to be had. They'd said all their 'I love you's, shared all their fears and secrets. They'd soothed one another's wounds, kissed and touched and loved their doubts away. Held on for so hard and so long and hoped and wished and wondered if it would all be enough. Or if this would be the end, and from now on everything would be different, somehow. Changed.
"Kurt, come on in, you've still got to pack for tomorrow!"
Burt's voice sounded from inside and Kurt and Blaine both sighed, tears in their eyes as they tried to comprehend losing this – the chance to see other and touch each other. Blaine was starting to cry and so Kurt pulled him in close, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to notice how physically present Blaine was. Trying to ignore his warmth and his smell and the way his arms closed around Kurt like a blanket, wrapping him up, safe and utterly adored.
As they separated, Kurt ducked in to press a kiss against Blaine's lips, and for a second Blaine kissed back, so sweet that it hurt.
But it was too quick and too chaste and they didn't have time any more, no more chances to speak or act or try, one last time, to convince one another that this was real and true and forever.
"I love you," Kurt whispered.
Blaine's eyes were like a golden ocean - so vast and lonely – as he replied, "I love you too."
And that was it. What more could they do?
...
"Surprise!"
"Blaine! Wha-"
The end of Kurt's sentence was smothered as Blaine dove in to hug him, smile too big and eyes too wide.
"Hi."
"But- this is amazing! I wasn't expecting you for another two weeks."
Kurt took the flowers Blaine offered him, hands shaking and heart pounding and yes, this is what it felt like to be in love.
"I know. I just couldn't wait any longer. I- I miss you too much." Blaine was stammering and his smile had turned earnest and sweet and Kurt felt like his heart was bursting, everything too good, too much happiness was trying to fit into his one little body.
"Oh, I miss you too, it's so good to see you."
Blaine was already leaning in and God, Kurt was desperate for this, he needed it – Blaine being here and solid and real – like he needed air. Their lips met, and he knew it was meant to be brief and sweet, just a 'hello, sweetie, I've missed you!' peck. But the feel of Blaine so close and kissing so surely, as if he'd missed this as much as Kurt had- it was like it trigged something within him, some primal recollection of what it's like to actually kiss and suddenly it was fierce and hungry.
Kurt pushed harder and Blaine fell back a bit, before straightening to match his eagerness. Kurt's hands moved of their own accord, sliding down Blaine's arm with every intention of grabbing onto him and pulling him closer. And Blaine felt so perfect against him that in that moment Kurt understood why Blaine always felt the need to say it. Because the boy who was before him - the boy now being pulled away into Rachel's arms for a hug - was stunning. Blaine was practically glowing in the orange light of the hall, so bright and golden that he looked precious like a jewel.
All Kurt wanted was to kick Finn and Rachel out and kiss Blaine again and again – to tell him about his life here and the perfectly Blaine-shaped gap that he just couldn't wait fill next year. He wanted to ignore the temptations and the hurt and all the times he's thought 'what if'. He just wanted Blaine, every flaw and every blemish. He just wanted Blaine, all to himself for the rest of his life.
...
Once Rachel and Finn have withdrawn back to the couch, Blaine moves to follow, but Kurt grabs his hand to stop him.
"I'm so glad you're here," he says, and presses another kiss to Blaine's cheek.
A/N: I still need eight more prompts, so please keep them coming!