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Old Fear (The Purple Piano Project)
„…and then she said I make her want to be you, well, my boyfriend, which is you, so…please stop me rambling, I feel like I have been going on forever
about how utterly crushed Rachel and I were after seeing that group perform, and it is really not that happy a memory to begin with."
Blaine, who is lying on his back on top of Kurt's bed, with Kurt leaning slightly over him, leans up to kiss Kurt softly "Better? Not such an all together bad
week anymore?"
"If we can keep doing this forever…much, much better."
"Well, I am not sure if I can promise forever, but how do two more hours sound for now? And I have a couple of other things in mind that we can add to
this," Blaine says smirking as he leans up for a passionate kiss, pushing himself up and Kurt back, rolling over, so that now Kurt is lying under him, panting
heavily as Blaine pulls away.
Both boys are smirking for a second, but Blaine's smirk turns into an affectionate smile quickly and he leans down so his lips are positioned right next to
Kurt's right ear "You are amazing."
Blaine feels Kurt shift his head so that his right cheek is resting on Blaine's left, and Kurt's left hand is running over and over through the curls lose at
Blaine's neck. Blaine shivers in response and is about to draw back a little so he can catch Kurt's gaze once again when…"Wait." Kurt whispers, and Blaine
lets out a soft moan as he feels the breath of his boyfriend ghost over his right ear.
Blaine, who has closed his eyes to focus more on the light touches, gasps as he feels Kurt's right hand slip under his t-shirt and move tenderly up his chest
to rest right over his heart. "Thank you."
Blaine really does not want to but now really feels he has to pull back to see if he can tell what exactly Kurt is expressing his gratitude towards him for.
So Blaine places his own right hand over his shirt unto Kurt's hand still resting on his chest, pressing Kurt's hand firmer into his own chest before moving to
kiss Kurt deeply while pulling them both into a sitting position on Kurt's bed.
When they break apart, once again, Kurt is about to move his hand away from Blaine's chest, but Blaine slightly shaking his head whispers "It feels so
right."
Kurt can only smile, because "It really, really does."
So as Blaine moves his free hand to Kurt's chest, Kurt gasps, because even resting over the fabric of Kurt's white button-up he can feel the warmth of his
boyfriend's palm on himself so clearly.
Blaine watches, his breath hitching in his throat, as Kurt moves the hand not resting against Blaine's chest, to undo the top four buttons of his own shirt,
before he tenderly grasps Blaine's free hand guiding it under the fabric to rest directly on bare skin over Kurt's heart.
Eyes locked they both move closer, careful not to lose the contact of hands on bare skin, so close eventually that their hands still resting over ever faster
beating hearts are the only thing keeping any distance between them.
"I meant what I said Kurt," Blaine eventually whispers, "You are more than amazing. You might be short on extracurricular activities right now, but you have
enough passion to reach any goal you set yourself."
Kurt leans in and kisses Blaine fiercely, both boys feeling heartbeats speeding up further, which none had thought even possible a moment ago.
As they separate once again and finally hands leave chests, in favor of resting on thighs and cheeks, Blaine smiles warmly at Kurt once again "Case in point.
So much passion."
Kurt throws his arms around Blaine and holds on for dear life, with both boys still kneeling on Kurt's bed.
As Kurt begins to shake slightly in Blaine's arms, Blaine begins to draw soft circles on Kurt's back "Hey? Kurt? Love? Are you okay?"
"Yes." Kurt answers, and Blaine can hear tears in his boyfriend's voice.
"What is the matter Kurt?"
"I…I just can't believe you are hear and real and want to be with me."
"Of course I do. I love you so damn much."
"It is just, one year ago I was so lonely. One year ago I thought I would never be happy, ever, and certainly not this much. I sometimes still fear you are
not real. That I went insane, because I could not escape Karofky's bullying and harassment, and I made The Warblers, Dalton and You all up in my head."
Blaine pulls out of Kurt's embrace, taking hold of both of Kurt's hands with his own, intertwining their fingers slow and tenderly, then looks up to lock eyes
with Kurt.
As he moves forward to pepper Kurt's face over and over with kisses, Blaine keeps whispering "I love you."
Blaine allows Kurt to cry it all out as, after minutes of these ministrations, they lay back down tangling and pulling and scooting and pressing chests and
limbs closer and closer until there is no way they could ever get any closer at all or any further intertwined, and soon Kurt drifts of to sleep, head resting on
Blaine's chest.
Burt finds them like this, hours later, when he comes to Kurt's room to tell Kurt dinner is ready. Blaine is now fast asleep as well, and Burt smiles at the
loving way his son and Blaine are holding each other.
He lets them rest two more hours, then he gently wakes Blaine and takes him home, not wanting Blaine to drive himself in his still sleepy state.
Kurt hates waking up alone in his bed the next morning; at school spotting Blaine in the doorway to the choir room he almost breaks into a run, before
remembering that his skinny jeans are just not made for that kind of spontaneously enthusiastic behavior.
Finally reaching the doorway and Blaine, Kurt moves to rest his forehead against Blaine's taking the first relaxed deep breath of the day.
"Still worried I might not be real?" Blaine says with a reassuring decidedly soft smile.
"No." Kurt replies with a bright smile of his own on his lips, "More worried that you manage to get me all excited about going to school, even getting here
extra early,…and…"
"And?" Blaine echoes with a smile.
"I just really missed you so much, when I woke up this morning, alone."
Blaine nods knowingly, then whispers so only Kurt can hear "I never thought I could miss the sound, even the feel, of another person's heartbeat. That
is…until I met you."