Last Ten
Hugs
(prompted by It'sNotUnusual)
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by padfoot
"...Don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am."
"I'm going to miss you so much."
...
"That was amazing, you know."
"What was?"
"The song. The dance. The double-dutching and the slow-motion running."
Blaine blushed, turning away and touching his cheek self-consciously.
"I'm serious," Kurt pushed, picking Blaine's hand off his cheek and holding it tight. "You're amazing. Always."
...
"I can't believe this is the last time I'll be in your car."
"That's not necessarily true," Blaine argued, "I might bring it to New York with me when I come and join you and Rachel."
Kurt looked around at the torn, stained seat cover, the gear-stick that always got stuck, the raggedy edges of the seatbelts...
"I'm joking, this piece of junk is staying here or going to the junkyard when I leave. Or maybe I can sell it. Add some money to the 'New York Dreams' jar. Never know what we might be able to do with the hundred bucks or so that I'll get."
"I really only have one New York dream, and I'm pretty sure it's free," Kurt pointed out.
"NYADA?"
"No. You."
Blaine smiled, leaning in to hug Kurt close and tight.
"Consider it granted," he whispered.
...
Blaine jumped at the feel of arms encircling his waist, relaxing when the smell of Kurt surrounded him and he was pulled back against a familiar chest.
"I told my Dad that I'm leaving," Kurt said.
"What did he say?"
"That he'll miss me. And that he'll drive me to the airport tomorrow."
Blaine tried to twist in Kurt's arms, settling for craning his neck to look up at his boyfriend's face.
"Tomorrow?" he repeated.
"I'm already packed," Kurt shrugged. "There's no reason for waiting, I guess."
Blaine turned back to the bench, suddenly uninterested in the carrots he was meant to be chopping.
"I can think of a reason," he muttered.
Kurt just exhaled a stiff laugh, pressing his lips to Blaine's hair and pulling him closer, trying to memorise the feel of him, warm and solid and real, in his arms.
...
"I don't want to go."
"I don't want you to go either."
"But you sang to me about leaving, Blaine. I distinctly remember-"
"I was lying."
Kurt gaped in mock horror, "You lied in song? I didn't think it was possible."
"Yep, I lied. Your lips didn't look delicious either, while I'm confessing things."
"Jerk."
"I'm kidding, Kurt. Of course. Your lips always look delicious. And so does your neck. And your collarbone. And your chest. And your ribs. And your tummy. And hips. And your-"
"Okay! Let's stop there. Now quick, hug me goodbye before my Dad catches on to what you were talking about."
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"Blaine.
"Blaine, let go of me. Blaine, I have a plane to catch tomorrow. Early tomorrow. Blaine.
"Blaine, I simply cannot walk around for the rest of my life with the boyfriend hanging around my neck. It wouldn't be practical.
"Blaine, I need the use of my upper body for everyday life. And as much as I will miss you and as much as I love you, this really can't go on for much longer. The neighbours will start to stare."
...
"Hey, Kurt, why are you two still out here?" The sound of his Dad's voice made Kurt start, lifting his head from where it rested on top of Blaine's. "I thought Blaine headed off an hour or two ago."
"He was meant to," Kurt explained. "But then I hugged him goodbye and uh- he didn't seem to want to let go. He's fallen asleep now, if that's any help."
Burt chuckled, smiling at the affectionate glare that his son shot his snoozing boyfriend.
"Well, we'll take him upstairs. He can hardly drive home like that, can he?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows and asked, "You mean you're giving me permission to have a boy in my bed? A boy who's my boyfriend, no less?"
"He's out like a light, Kurt. And I trust the moment he regains enough consciousness to drive himself home, you'll show him the way out."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Just don't get up to anything. Leaving's going to be hard enough for the two of you already. Do you need help picking him up?"
A small smile curved on Kurt's lips. His father's ignorance was sometimes incredible to behold. Clearly he had no idea at just how often Kurt had held Blaine up. Pressed against walls, doors, a mirror that one time...
"Nah, I'll be fine. Thanks, Dad."
"Anytime, Kurt."
...
"Do you need a hug?"
"Blaine, we're Skype-ing, I don't exactly think you can- oh. Right."
"Feel better yet?"
"So much better."
...
"Surprise!"
"Blaine! Wha-"
"Hi."
...
They walked all the way to Callbacks with their arms around each other. As if they couldn't hold on tight enough, couldn't get their bodies close enough.
"God, I love you," Blaine whispered, his breath hot in Kurt's ear.
Still room for 3 more prompts! And also, if everyone could just suggest a reality TV show with their review, it would really help with the next chapter. :)