A/N: So this is a lot of fluff, and some random Smut, and it's not as funny as the chapters before it-but it's an epilogue and I didn't want it to be centered around one or the other. This is about them both. Plus I really loove Klaine snuggles.
Thanks so much for all your reviews, they've been so heartening!
Also: What did you guys think of the Glee Project? I thought it was a little uncomfortable. I can't decide if I like it and want to get to know all the contestants, or if I just want to wait till next season and get to know their character. Thoughts?
Ryan Murphy, Gros Bisous. Je Vous Adorez! You own this.
Epilogue:
It had been three months and showed no signs of slowing down. When Kurt left for McKinley, Blaine had worried that maybe absence wouldn't make the heart grow fonder. But it hadn't changed anything. And Prom-prom was just-incredible and scary and amazing all at once.
So as he sat across from Kurt in their coffee shop, Kurt describing Santana's death lunge for Rachel and Finn in exquisite, perfect comedic detail, without seeming anguished himself-Blaine knew. This was not a fluke. This was not a high school fling. This was real.
So he said it. "I love you."
And Kurt, looking delighted and surprised and trying not to spit his coffee all over the place, had said, "I love you too."
They'd gone back to talking about their auditions for the summer, their song selections. They had left the coffee shop talking about silly, trivial things. Before they said goodbye, to go to school, Kurt had replaced one fallen curl from Blaine's hair, and Blaine had cupped Kurt's face just briefly, one thumb stroking the corner of his lip, before they kissed quickly.
"See you after school?"
"You're picking me up after Glee, right?"
"Right. And, um. Your parents-"
"Out of the house. Working late."
"Great." One last kiss and they headed off to their respective cars.
xxx
That afternoon Blaine was waiting for Kurt, leaning on his car, hands in his pockets. How many times had he done this, leaned just like this, waited just like this? A million times. A million more times to go. All next year he'd wait like this. Well, maybe. As Kurt walked up to him, to him, and Blaine wondered, briefly, why they couldn't be walking back to the car together. Why did they need to reunite? Whywhywhy.
They kissed hello, Kurt got into the passenger side, and Blaine pulled out of the parking lot to the first track of his new Taylor Swift CD.
"I can't believe you broke down and bought that."
"Oh come on, I had to have something to think about while you were in New York."
"Yeah but, Taylor Swift-"
"What? She's totally catchy. Come on, you know you like her."
"I admit nothing," Kurt said, sticking his nose up in the air like he always did.
Blaine sang along to a couple lines, stretching his mouth as open as possible, bouncing up and down a little. "If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so why can't you seeeeeee, you belong with meeeeee!"
"That's my line," Kurt said.
Blaine just laughed.
Kurt smiled briefly and crossed his legs. "So."
"So."
"I told Rachel about you and I going to New York when we graduate."
Blaine placed his hand, palm up, on Kurt's lap. Kurt took it. "Yeah? What did she say? Is she in? Is Finn going to move heavy things for us?"
"Yes. She's in; Finn-maybe." He looked hesitant.
"Is there something else?" Blaine asked. Kurt leaned over and turned the music down.
"Blaine, I know this morning-I mean, we said it."
Blaine looked from Kurt to the road. "I meant it. I'll say it again. I love you. I love you I love you I love you." He brought Kurt's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. Kurt knew he had a goofy smile on his face, but so did Blaine, so they were even.
Kurt blushed. "I love you too. More than-" Kurt looked down at their hands, "More than anything. So there's that. And we've talked about New York and College. So...you need to know that it's not just talk for me. I mean it. I want you for-for college, for after college, for all the future that I can imagine. If you want something different then New York, or different than music, or different-well you need to say something because I don't want to think about just my dreams. I want to think about our dreams."
Oh God. "Kurt." Blaine squeezed his hand briefly, and smoothed the skin on Kurt's wrist with his thumb. "Your dreams are my dreams. I can do everything I want in New York, and more. And you'd be there, and you'd be happy there, and so...so I'd be happy there. It's not just talk for me, either. I want you for college and after college and every other imaginable future too."
Kurt let out a shuddering sigh. "Ok. Ok. Good."
Blaine tensed his jaw just a little. "I have to tell you something else, too. Sort of the same idea."
Kurt turned his head towards Blaine. "Ok. Hit me with it."
"I was thinking of, um. Not returning to Dalton next fall."
"What? But you love Dalton."
Blaine looked up, squinting against the sun, checking the stoplight they were going through. "Well. I love the security of Dalton. I love the challenge of Dalton. But I've been there for two and a half years now. I've got a 4.0 GPA, enough teacher recs to fill a school bus, and-and no you."
"You have me. You always have me," Kurt said, softly.
"I know, but not during the day." Blaine paused, put on the brakes for a school bus to cross an intersection, and then continued. "I was thinking about transferring to McKinley." Kurt's eyebrows shot up and his mouth opened. "Wait, before you say anything. I was thinking about it because on my college aps they'll already have my stellar academic performance from a prestigious school. They'll already have my teacher recs, and counselor recs, and my history with the Warblers. And then I can add to that, in my personal essays, about how I decided to face regular Ohio, to go back to the public school system and try to help change it while I could. I mean, you and I could set up a real branch of PFLAG, and STARS, and every other LGBT community we can think of! We could get the ACLU involved, and Sue didn't seem opposed to any of those measures after what you went through last year. I think it could show real 'leadership potential'."
"It's not going to change overnight, just because you decide to make it so," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded. "I know. I'm not expecting it to. I'm just saying I want to try, at least, and beyond that-I want to be in school with you every day. I want to experience a different type of Glee club. In college it'll be different. There won't really be show choirs-it'll be musical theatre or music in general. The numbers you guys perform look like so much fun."
"Sometimes they are."
"Well yeah. I know. And also, I don't want to hide behind a blazer anymore; you don't. I feel like I'm," Blaine bit his lip. He was felt a hot stab of guilt lace through him. "I feel like Dalton is becoming a cop out for me."
"Woah Woah, Blaine-"
He shook his head. "I don't mean-I mean, at first, yeah, I needed to get out of my old school. I needed a no bullying policy, just like you did. And then I needed a challenging academic environment so I didn't become just another lazy ass teenager. But now-I mean, seeing you go back to McKinley, face Karofsky-hell, try to help Karofsky, after what he did to you... I just don't want to feel like I'm not as awesome as you are. You're pushing me to try and do more things and that's a good thing."
"Blaine, Dalton is good for you. The Warblers are your family."
"Well, um. Actually," he flicked a nervous glance at Kurt.
"What."
"Since-you-left-not-so-much," he said, in one breath.
"What? You haven't said anything about this."
"They're great guys. And they're nosy as hell. And I think they gush about you and I more than I do, which is saying something. And-especially Wes, and David...but ever since you left, I just feel like you're my family. So uh-so there's that." He concentrated on the road. He really felt awful about his gradual separation with the Warbler's that had been happening since March. After Kurt left they had sung at a couple old age homes, a couple malls, but they hadn't been as banded together as normal. Partly because their competition year was over, and partly it was because every day after school and every weekend Blaine left Westerville to come hang out in Lima. With Kurt. With New Directions.
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah. What's it like for you?"
"I don't know. I-I mean, New Directions is where I need to be. And you're where I need to be, too. I have both. I couldn't give up either. I didn't think-I mean I just assumed you felt the same way about the Warblers."
"You've known Mercedes since elementary school though, and Finn since Middle school."
"And Rachel even longer."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We were in day care together. We regularly got into screaming matches over which Barbie got to be Maria." Kurt flicked some lint off his pant leg.
Blaine grinned. "That is not surprising." He switched gears. "But that's what I'm saying. David and Wes are like that with each other, I think they had the same wet nurse." He rolled his eyes. "But I came in after freshman year had started, and everyone had their roommates, and their groups already." He paused. "Plus, um. New Directions has about a ninety percent shot of going to Nationals again next year, and, as long as no one macks out on stage, about a ninety percent chance of landing in the top five."
"Oh my god, Please don't tell me you're leaving the Warblers so you can go to Nationals."
"No. Kurt." Blaine looked Kurt full in the eyes, and then quickly back to the road again. "I'm not. I would never transfer just for that. I've been thinking a lot about this and I haven't made a decision. If you don't think I should transfer then I won't."
"Blaine that's not what I'm saying, Of course I want you at McKinley with me all the time, but-"
"But?"
"I just don't want you to be hasty about this. You've made Dalton your home. Even if two and a half years ago they already had their cliques...they worship you now. If Dalton were a kingdom you'd be like, Princess Di, without the divorce and the death and, if I may say so, way hotter."
Blaine laughed. "Thanks, babe."
"Anytime. So if you want to transfer-I just want to be sure it's the best decision for you. I don't want you to be thinking only about me." Kurt leaned his head back against the car seat and closed his eyes.
Blaine was silent for a moment. Finally he said, quietly, "I always think about you. Ever since Blackbird, every other thought I have is one about you."
Kurt sighed, and turned to look at Blaine as he made the final turn onto Kurt's street, and then sidled the car up to the curb. "Yeah. I know. Ever since Teenage Dream, every other one of my thoughts has been about you."
"So?" Blaine asked, as he put the car in park and unbuckled so he could turn towards Kurt fully.
"Ugh, Blaine! I'm trying to sound responsible here! Do you think I don't want you at school with me all day? Do you think I'm not like, throwing a flash mob in my head at the thought of you being closer to me? I AM. I want you as close and as often as I can have you but I want to be sure it's the best decision before I get all selfish and demand that you transfer right now."
Blaine's eyes twinkled a little. They were in front of Kurt's house, no parents in sight, and they'd been talking about this long enough. "You would demand?"
"Oh, you better believe it, Buster. I would demand so hard-"
"Oh you would, would you? How hard would you demand?" he challenged Kurt.
Kurt didn't say anything at first, just cocked his head a little to the side, raised Blaine's hand up to his mouth and placed a very soft kiss to the inside of Blaine's wrist, letting his tongue flick out at the pulse point at the last second. Blaine's pupil's dilated, and he shifted in his seat. Kurt then leaned over whispered in Blaine's ear. "As hard as you are right now. That's how hard I'd demand."
Well now Blaine was that hard, if he wasn't before. "Kurt. Should we um. Should we. I mean."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Blaine." Kurt said, looking up through his lashes.
Blaine whispered a laugh, and then brushed his nose against Kurt's in an eskimo kiss. He bypassed Kurt's lips and skimmed his nose along Kurt's jaw and up to his ear. Blaine barred his teeth slightly and bit gently at his earlobe, flicking his tongue out at the last second, and turning the bite into a gentle sucking.
"Blaine." Kurt moaned, and fisted his hands into Blaine's lapels.
"Yes, Kurt?" Blaine asked softly as he trailed his lips along the line of Kurt's neck to the collar of his shirt and nipped the skin there.
Kurt just moved back a little and dipped his head down to capture Blaine's lips. Blaine opened his mouth and Kurt's tongue flew in. No matter how many times they did this it never got old, it always felt electric, and Kurt thought that if all his other dreams fell flat, at least he had Blaine to kiss.
Soon that wasn't enough, and Kurt shuffled onto his knees and straddled Blaine's lap, trying to press forward, into Blaine, rather than backwards, on to the steering wheel horn. Blaine's hands wrapped around to cup Kurt's butt and push him forward. This was the best feeling, Kurt crawling towards him, Kurt pressing against him. Kurt raised his knees and ground his ass into Blaine's lap.
"Ugnh." Blaine grunted, and then broke the kiss and opened his eyes, which were almost black. "Inside," he panted. "Need to see you. Need-all of you. A week, Kurt, it's been a week."
"Yes." Kurt twisted around and tried to open the door but he couldn't make the lever work. Both men laughed, shaky, breathy laughs, and Blaine unlocked the door. Kurt pulled so hard he almost fell out onto the pavement, but Blaine caught hold of his legs and then helped Kurt out. By the time they were both out of the car they were laughing, and stopping every few seconds to kiss, and then they were rushing up to the door, unlocking it, stumbling into the hallway.
"Finn?" Blaine asked as he cupped Kurt's face and connected their mouths once again.
Kurt breathed, harshly, and leaned back to say, "Something about Rachel. Together? I don't know."
"Shut up," Blaine growled, and then started backing Kurt up to the stairwell.
They made it up the stairs, but halted there because Blaine pushed Kurt against a wall. Kurt could feel Blaine's hands sneaking up under his shirt and in one fluid movement he took it off, and started to tug at Blaine's. Blaine whipped his off with similar impatience.
"Do you know how much I thought about you this week?" Blaine asked, harshly, as he gripped Kurt's hip bones and thrust against them.
Kurt groaned. Blaine rutted into Kurt's hips again.
"Do you know how proud I am of you? How in love I am with you?"
"Blaine. More." Kurt's head thunked back against the wall and his hips bucked in response.
"Do you want me?" Blaine asked in his ear as he thrust up once again.
"Ngh."
"Say it, Kurt, say it."
"I want you."
"What do you want?"
"I want your cock, Blaine, I want your fucking cock." Kurt angled his head, leaning down, and bit down on Blaine's neck. "I want your smell and your chest and your cock."
Blaine smiled, rearing back to capture Kurt's mouth again. He swirled his tongue around Kurt's, making Kurt groan. He retrieved his tongue and let his mouth hover against Kurt's lips. "I want your cock too, Kurt. I want it down my throat, and I want it in my ass, and I want everything that's attached to it. All the time." He pecked Kurt's lips once more and then started sinking to his knees.
Blaine moved his hands to the front of Kurt's jeans and managed to unbuckle and unzip them with only a little bit of trembling. "That's another reason I want to go to McKinley, Kurt. So I can watch you walk around all day in these-these fucking skinny jeans. Fuck."
In one tug Blaine got Kurt's jeans and underwear pooling around his ankles, and his cock free. Kurt groaned again as Blaine swallowed his cock without a second thought, his tongue pressing against the vein on the underside. Blaine's hands were tight around Kurt's hip and butt, and the wetwarm heat just felt really freaking unbelievable. How had they not done this in a week? Why had he gone to New York? It didn't matter it didn't matter. All that mattered was Blaine's hair and scalp under his fingers, Blaine's soft moans reverberating around his cock.
"Blaine I'm-It's-Blaine-"
"Mm," Blaine gave one more suck and then started kissing his way up Kurt's torso. "Don't want this ending too soon."
"Oh god, you tease." Kurt whispered.
Blaine let his hands rest lightly on Kurt's hips. He looked into Kurt's glazed eyes. "I love you."
Kurt arched his eyebrow. "You love me, huh?"
"Yes."
"What did you say you wanted?" He stepped out of his jeans and underwear, and slowly walked forward, staring Blaine down, until Blaine bumped into the opposite wall and was pinned in place with Kurt's body.
"I-what?"
"You said you wanted my cock down your throat."
"Check," Blaine said, harshly.
Kurt whispered hotly in Blaine's ear. "And in your ass..."
Blaine's eyes fluttered closed. "Yes. Yes Yes."
"Good." He stepped back from Blaine, considering him. "Take your pants off and get on my bed. Now."
Blaine smiled one, blinding smile before running into Kurt's room, hands busy with his buckle and zipper-a harder task than Kurt's, somehow. But he managed them, finally, and Kurt watched as he stripped off his pants, then his underwear.
"Blaine someday I'm going to make you walk around the house all day in nothing but your underwear. You're seriously the hottest thing on two legs in those things."
Blaine caught himself staring at Kurt, but found his voice. "Fine. I'd make you do the same thing. For the same reason."
"Deal. Get on the bed, on your back."
Now naked, Blaine sprang onto the bed and landed on his back, spreading his legs and pointing his knees up. Kurt meandered over to the nightstand and found the lube he kept there. Blaine watched him, stroking himself lightly.
"It was difficult for me, Blaine, being in New York. I was never alone. And yet I kept thinking about you. Even when I was in the shower one of the girls would be at the sink, doing her makeup or hair." He squirted a some lube on his fingers, and leaned over Blaine as his fingers sought out Blaine's entrance and circled him lightly.
Blaine gasped.
"I kept remembering the faces you make." Kurt said, as he inserted one finger and watched as Blaine arched his neck, pushing his head down into the mattress and his butt down on Kurt's finger. "This face, here."
"Kurt. Kurt. God," Blaine rasped out.
"And this one." Kurt inserted another finger, slid them in and out, and scissored them a little as Blaine opened his mouth to intake as much air as possible.
"More, Kurt, More." Blaine grabbed the sheets of the bed as he ground his ass down on Kurt's fingers.
"You're fucking yourself on my fingers, Blaine."
"Yes!"
"Do you want my cock that badly?"
"I want...more..." Blaine said.
"More?" Kurt slid in a third finger, and crooked all three forward, where he knew Blaine's prostate would be.
"Ahh! Kurt!" Blaine cried, as Kurt found his goal.
"Is that good?"
"Yes, Yes, More-I want you inside me. Fuck me, Kurt, Please." Blaine looked up at Kurt, his eyes a little wild. "Please Kurt, Please," he whimpered, and Kurt gasped a little.
"God Blaine, you're so fucking-you're so fucking hot like this. I mean you're hot all the time but just-Jesus." Kurt slid all three fingers out, grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up his cock.
Before Blaine could whine at the loss of pressure Kurt was lined up. "Ready?"
"Now, Kurt. Now."
Kurt slid forward, slowly, letting Blaine get used to being stretched so far. It had been a week, and they hadn't been having sex for that long. They were remarkably good at it, both he and Blaine agreed they could win the sex Olympics any day, but he still didn't want to go too fast.
"More."
"Baby."
"Move."
So Kurt drew himself almost all the way out, and then thrust back in again. Blaine moaned, and wrapped his legs around Kurt's back, pressing his heels against Kurt's butt so that he could press into Kurt's thrusts harder. Blaine's hand was still jerking himself off. On the next thrust Kurt dipped his head down and kissed Blaine, mimicking with his tongue what his cock was doing inside his boyfriend.
Blaine brought one hand up to Kurt's face and cradled his cheek. They broke the kiss and kept their foreheads together as they both glanced down, between them.
"That's so hott," Blaine said, watching Kurt's abdomen contract and expand as he thrust, watching his own cock pulsing in his hand and against his stomach.
"Faster."
"Yes."
Kurt sped up, a little recklessly, pounding into Blaine, feeling like this was where he wanted to be all the time, inside Blaine, feeling the tightness and heat enveloping him fully, their chests rubbing together, Blaine's arms around him and moaning in his ear.
"Blaine. Love you. Need you all the time. You're so tight...can't be- can't be without you. Miss you. need you. Love you. Blaine." Kurt whispered, as his cock got impossibly harder and his stomach coiled tighter. He could feel the cum in his balls, getting ready.
His words sent Blaine over the edge. He cried out, "Kurt!" and came in between them. Kurt could feel the hot splashes on his chest, Blaine's muscles tightening around him, and that cinched the deal. He came too, groaning, feeling himself pumping cum inside Blaine, his hips jerking helplessly against Blaine's ass as he squeezed his eyes shut and rode out his orgasm.
Both men were panting and sweaty. After a minute Kurt slid out of Blaine, and collapsed.
"Oh holy Buffalo." Blaine whispered.
Kurt chuckled, and flung an arm across Blaine's chest, curling his hand up to fist into Blaine's damp curls. Blaine turned his head and kissed Kurt's wrist.
"We are so good at that," Blaine said, like he couldn't believe it.
Kurt smiled. "All you, babe. You're like, some sort of sex god sent down to make me crazy."
"I disagree completely. Of either of us, clearly you're the sex god."
"Ok."
Blaine laughed and closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm holding you to that nothing but underwear day. Someday this summer, maybe if your parents go away for a weekend."
"Sounds good to me."
After a moment Kurt groaned and rolled off the bed. He went into the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and cleaned Blaine up, getting both of them as clean as he could, before flinging the washcloth into his hamper, retrieving his pants from the hallway, and closing the door.
"We didn't even close the door," Kurt said, shaking his head as he folded his jeans and pulled on sweatpants.
Blaine just watched him, his arms behind his head. He grinned. "That's because I almost fucked you in the hallway."
"Mm." Kurt crept back into bed and tugged on Blaine until Blaine was draped over him. Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine skimmed his fingers over Kurt's torso, occasionally pressing kisses to his skin.
"Blaine?" Kurt cracked one eye open.
"Mm?" Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt's sternum, and swept his hand over the slight definition of his pec's.
"I love you so much."
Blaine could feel Kurt's words, burrowing into his chest. "Oh babe," he said, kissing Kurt softly on the lips. "I do too. You have no idea."
Kurt sighed and closed his eyes again.
Blaine's hand paused against Kurt's stomach and Kurt whined a little in protest.
"Kurt?" Blaine's tone was higher, a little more unsure.
"Mm?"
"Are you-Do you think I should transfer?"
Kurt opened his eyes, and with a sigh shifted so he was on his side with his hand propping up his head. "I think you've listed a lot of good reasons to transfer," he said. "I think you could probably make it look really good on college aps, and I think it would be good for you to see what a public school is like, again, and come to terms with some of those things from your past. But the Warblers, Blaine," he paused. "They dote on you. They need you. They would follow you off a cliff."
Blaine rolled his eyes and watched his hand as it traced Kurt's ribs.
Kurt reached out to caress Blaine's jaw. "Don't -you know it's true."
Blaine huffed and dropped his hand to the bed."Yeah, I know. Jeff told me once that everyone there had man crushes on me."
"I knew it!"
"Yeah."
Kurt laughed. "No, really, I totally called it! I mean, I knew I was head over heels in love with you, but at least I knew I wanted to...you know, actually lick you up one side and down another. Those poor guys-in love with you and not able to do anything about it."
Blaine smiled. "Well I'd prefer it if you were the only one to lick me. Anyone else would just be-messy."
"I wouldn't let anyone else lick you. You're mine and it's going to stay that way."
"Good. Keep me away from those devoted straight guys."
"Ugh! A devoted straight guy. What a drag." Kurt pushed Blaine onto his back and rested his head against Blaine's chest. Blaine's hand immediately came up to card through Kurt's hair.
"I know," Blaine said. "Really. And you're right. I have to talk to Wes about it. I mean, if you and I decide transferring is the best thing, he won't be able to stop me, but it would be good to get his take on things."
"I think he'll be upset; I think he was hoping you would take David's place next year, since David graduated."
"I don't know what they'll do without each other, but honestly, I wouldn't be very good for a council position. I'm too rambunctious and goofy. Wes needs someone like Trent, who loves tradition above all else."
"Maybe. But you should talk to Wes about it."
"Ok."
"Soon. Today. This afternoon."
Blaine tilted Kurt's head up to look at him. "Not this afternoon."
Kurt smiled. "Right. I meant tomorrow afternoon."
"Right. Tomorrow is a good time." Blaine leaned down and swiftly pecked him on the lips.
"No matter what you decide, though, you know you'll get to keep all of us, right? Wes isn't going to hate you or stop talking to you if you transfer."
"Yeah. Yeah I know."
"And I'm certainly not going to hate you if you stay at Dalton another year."
"Yeah, I know."
"So really, Blaine. This is your decision. It's up to you-what you want and think is best."
Blaine rubbed Kurt's back. "Holy Tootsie Noodles, Kurt. How did I get so lucky? How did I find you?"
Kurt barked out a laugh and pushed himself up so he could look at Blaine fully. "You? find me? I spied on your school, then transferred to your school, and even then had to practically shove my cock down your throat to get you to wake up and smell the pheromones!"
"Be crass, why don't you. Plus. It wasn't sex-until later, anyway."
"That's right." Kurt looked thoughtful. "Thank you, Pavarotti."
"He served us well in life and death," Blaine nodded solemnly.
"If only every death came with a bonus prize like that."
"That's an awful thing to say."
"It's true, though. Where would we be, without Pa-va-ro-tti?"
"Now you're just being cute."
"I'm always cute."
"True. True." Blaine kissed Kurt, slowly, once more. "I missed you this week."
"I missed you. I wanted you there with me so badly. Everywhere. Seeing everything I was seeing." Kurt ran the backs of his fingers against Blaine's cheek, down his throat and then to his chest.
"We'll be there together for college."
"And maybe again next spring for national's."
"Mm." Blaine kissed Kurt once again. "When are your parents coming home? I might be forced to have my wicked way with you again."
"Oh, save me please. Somebody help." Kurt teased, a half smile on his lips.
"You little imp. I should have my wicked way with you."
"I don't know when they'll be home," Kurt admitted.
"Ugh. God Kurt. That's half the reason why I want to transfer. Honestly."
"So we can have sex during school hours? I mean, that's hot but I don't know if it would actually work in practice."
"No-I mean, it's hot but-no I mean, just being close to you. I feel like. Sometimes I feel like I'm lost at sea, or a raging hippogriff, or a maniacal bumper car when we're apart for too long. And then we'll meet again and - it's not like I feel like I'm following you...it's just that when you're closer by I feel like I can actually follow myself. Like my life has meaning and purpose and I'm a steam train, skimming along the tracks. Like everything is going to work out and I know what I want. When you're gone, or when we haven't talked in a while, I feel - separated from myself, somehow." He closed his eyes and tugged Kurt's head into the slot between his shoulder and chin. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and hummed softly.
After a minute Kurt kissed Blaine on the neck. "Maniacal bumper car, huh?"
Blaine chuckled, and kept his eyes closed. "You don't think that's too weird, or desperate, do you?"
"Surprisingly, no. I feel good about it. I'm relieved, actually."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I-I feel like that too but I don't like to dwell on it. Like you're my own personal-I don't know, compass or Holy road or-"
"Or intergalactic space beacon, right, I know!"
Kurt's eyebrows furrowed together. "Well if you want to be a dork about it... I was going to say 'magnet' but I guess intergalactic space beacon..." but he started giggling and couldn't finish his statement.
"What? What's funny about that?"
Kurt buried his head into Blaine's side. "Have you been letting Wes and David drag you into Star Trek marathons again?"
"No, Maybe-I've used that image for months now! That's how I feel!"
"Oh gosh, I know I know, and it's not funny, it really-" he broke into giggles again, but then snapped his mouth shut and swallowed the rest of his laughter. "It's just adorable. I think you're adorable."
"Oh ha ha, very funny."
"I thought so." Blaine could still feel Kurt shaking a little, trying not to laugh outright.
He rolled his eyes. "So I'm your compass or holy road or magnet."
"Oh," Kurt nodded. "Yes. But I associate it with being in unrequited love, and like, following you around like an unwanted puppy, so when I feel it now-I guess I try to push it aside. Because I connect that feeling with not having you to come back to."
"You have me." Blaine breathed. "If you're a puppy-which you're not, by the way I don't know why you'd think you were, because you totally tell me what to do all the time-but even if you were a puppy, I'd want you. I do want you."
"Thank goodness." Kurt closed his eyes. Then he laughed.
"What's funny now?"
"I'm just imagining you in McKinley next year. I'm imagining all the jocks falling in love with you the way the Warblers have. They'll be all, 'Blaine's so cool!' 'Yeah, We don't care that Blaine's gay!' 'Oh, don't slushy him, his hair is too awesome for that.'"
Blaine laughed. "Yeah, and if they do slushy me, I'll just come in the next morning, holding an iced frappacino with someone's name on it."
"Oh my god, Blaine, you wouldn't."
"I don't know. Sometimes I wonder why you guys don't hit back."
"Because then it would just get worse and worse and worse."
"Yeah."
Blaine was drawing lopsided circles on Kurt's back. "Hey Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I have my wicked way with you again?"
"What time is it?"
"Um. Not too late. We've got time."
"Then yes, you can have your wicked way with me." He leaned up and Blaine kissed him, slow and deep.
Finn came home through the back door, closing it softly for once because Rachel was watching him from her car and he was taking one last minute to wave to her.
As her car backed out of the driveway, Finn turned into the kitchen, but before he got very far he heard weird noises coming from upstairs; he could vaguely hear thumping and the sound of voices.
Finn tip toed to the bottom of the stairs in his fighting stance, picking his baseball bat up on the way. If there was a burglar in the house he wasn't going to let the creep get away. This was time to man up.
Finn got halfway up the stairs when he realized it was coming from Kurt's room. Kurt's clothes! They're worth like, a million dollars! He had an image of some black clothed ninja carelessly ripping McQueen scarves off the hangers and stuffing them into cardboard boxes with a machete in hand.
It wasn't until he had cleared the landing, and was standing pretty much directly in front of Kurt's door, ready to throw it open and expose the perpetrator, that he heard the sound of a moan. And then-
"Blaine, God, Don't stop-Faster-There, yes, There-"
HOLY BEJEEZUS. Finn barely kept hold of the bat as he careened down the stairs and shoved his way out of the nearest door, flinging the bat on the ground. God those guys went at it like rabbits! Didn't they ever stop? Didn't they ever not let each other touch? Didn't they ever say, "No Finn, I don't want to get pregnant,"? Well? Didn't gay guys have to suffer through bitchy girlfriends too?
Obviously not. Obviously they could shack up whenever they felt like it. Obviously they could-
Eee-uck! Finn spasmed a little and shook his arms out. Life was unjust in the extreme.
He looked up at the house. He couldn't go back inside. So he called Puck.
"What."
"Dude. They're in there, doing it, again!"
"Man. They go at it like rabbits."
"I know! I know and I could hear them, and they were all manly, and stuff, and I thought they were a burglar, and then they weren't a burglar!"
"You thought sex sounded like you were getting robbed? You really haven't been getting any."
"Oh yeah, laugh it up at the guy who's brother is having sex in the house with another dude."
"Don't be homophobic. Sex is sex."
"I know, and I'm cool with it, you know, if I don't think about it. And I definitely don't want to hear it."
"I'll have to talk Rachel into putting out for you. This wouldn't be a problem if you were getting laid."
"Yeah. Yeah, that'll help the situation a lot. Then, I'll be having sex with Rachel while hearing Kurt having sex with Blaine! NOT COOL."
"Calm down, Calm down. How close were they to finishing, do you think?"
"How am I supposed to know, Puck, How am I supposed to know!"
"Dude, if I were there, I guarantee you I could give you a projection of completion time accurate to the minute. What did it sound like."
"I don't know, moaning and stuff."
"That could mean anything."
"Well, and Kurt was saying-oh god, Kurt was saying, like, faster, there, yes blaine, there. Oh god."
"Was the 'oh god' you or them?"
"What? Me. I mean-them. I mean, both of us."
"Hmm. Well, in that case I think you should give them another ten minutes, and then bang the door loudly and start singing when you get into the house."
"Ten minutes!"
"Yeah, for post snuggle."
"Post snuggle?"
"Yeah. Everyone post snuggles, except for Santana, but I think she's a lesbian."
"Can't I just come over to your house?"
"Nope. Jewish night, man."
"But it's Monday."
"Yeah, well, Mom skipped a couple Saturdays, so tonight we're doing a super Sabbath. It's gonna be epic. But sorry, it's only for the circumcised among us."
"I'm-"
"Hudson, I know you are NOT about to tell me you're circumcised. Because you aren't."
"Ugh. Fine. What am I supposed to do for ten minutes?"
"Eight minutes now, since you've been freaking out."
"Fine, eight minutes."
"I don't know. Jack off; that's what I'd do after hearing someone have sex."
"Puck, I'm outside. And it was my brother."
"So?"
"You are no help what so ever."
"Yeah I am. I totally just gave you a time until it's all clear."
"If you're right, which maybe you aren't-"
"Oh, Look, Finn, sorry, but I gotta go. The Chalah is coming out."
"The what?"
"Just sit in your car or something, I don't know. See you tomorrow, you freaking pussy."
"Yeah. Bye." Finn snapped his phone shut and trudged around the house to his car. His keys were inside. He sat on the grass by the front tire.
It wasn't that he wasn't happy for Kurt, he knew it had been hard on him before Blaine, before Dalton, before Karofsky got nice for no apparent reason. But it was just so hard to be around them, sometimes. They looked at each other like their world was complete, like they didn't need anyone else, like they would rather be alone. And Finn was cool with that, and it didn't happen all the time, but when it did-Finn had no idea when it was going to happen. It would just sneak attack him. They'd be having a great conversation, watching football, maybe, and then a commercial for a pet shop would come on and Blaine would say, "Look, Kurt, a canary." And then the room would become unbearable.
Finn held his head in his hands, but when Burt pulled the car up and said, "Finn, what's wrong? why are you out here?" Finn looked at him and lied. "I, uh, locked myself out again, and I think Kurt and Blaine are watching a movie. I knocked but they didn't hear me."
Burt rolled his eyes. "Those kids."
Finn followed him, making sure to slam the screen door behind him. The thing was, though, he wasn't sure Blaine and Kurt were kids. He didn't really know why, or how, but there was a difference between Kurt, Blaine and Finn.
And when Kurt came down stairs in his pajamas, Blaine following in a borrowed pair of Kurt's sweats, both of them looking a little too happy, rumpled, and touchy feely for their own good, Finn just swallowed anything he may have said or done, and said, "Hey Blaine. Good to see you, man."
"Yeah, good to see you too. Congrats for National's."
"Oh, yeah, well, I kinda ruined it."
"Sometimes you just gotta kiss them." Blaine shrugged as Kurt blushed and rolled his eyes. Oh he did not want to know. "You still have next year."
Finn stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. "Yeah. Yeah I guess. She's agreed to get back together with me, so that's good."
"Hey, good work!"
"Thanks. Um, so, the game's on. You wanna-?" He flung a shoulder in the direction of the TV.
"Um," Blaine looked at Kurt, "We're in the middle of a movie, but thanks. Next time."
"Sure, sure."
As Finn sat on the couch, dug his hand into a bag of nachos, and thought about it, he thought, it was ok. It was good. Also, maybe Puck was right. Maybe he did need to get laid.
Fini.