"So… you hungry?" Kurt turned towards Blaine, his face still slightly red from embarrassment. Blaine grinned, giving two thumbs up.
"Great! I just have to check and see what ingredients I have," Kurt stopped by the couch to get his computer from his bag and handed it over to Blaine. "So that we can, you know… talk."
Blaine nodded and followed him to the kitchen, placing the computer on the counter facing Kurt who was pulling eggs, pasta, cheese, bread and everything else he could find out of the fridge and cupboards of his tiny, wooden kitchen. Blaine opened a word document and quickly typed, "Do you live here by yourself?"
Kurt glanced up to read.
"Yeah, though, as you just witnessed, my dear brother and his family likes to stop by unexpectedly at every hour at the day." Kurt scrunched his nose and emptied two liters lumpy milk down the drain. He heard the sound of Blaine typing and looked over at the Macbook.
"No girlfriend, then?" Blaine wouldn't meet his eyes but stared down at his bare feet, kicking the carpet. Kurt stared at him incredulously. Girlfriend?
"I… no, no girlfriend. No. No. I don't – that's… no."
"Why not?"
Blaine finally looked up and their eyes met. Kurt swallowed, clutching a pack of flour to his chest. "I don't like girls. I'm… I'm gay. But that's okay with you, though, right? Because you don't seem like the kind of guy who would have a problem with that, you know, and it would really suck if you are because I really like you and you are so nice and sweet, but if you are then please just go because I don't need-" Blaine had to walk over and put his hands on each of Kurt's shoulders while profusely shaking his head to get him to stop his rambling.
"Sorry," Kurt mumbled, looking down at the floor.
"Kurt, I'm gay, too," Blaine wrote. Immediately a feeling of hope and relief so intense that it nearly choked him spread through Kurt's chest, and he couldn't stop his face from breaking into a huge grin, which Blaine matched.
"Great!" Kurt exclaimed, instantly blushing, "I mean, that's, um… you know… I can't really cook. Think you can come up with something out of this?" He gestured to the articles of food on the countertop, hiding his face behind his hand. Blaine responded by rolling up his sleeves with a wink that made Kurt's heart flutter and getting to work.
"What was your favorite thing to do as a child?" Kurt asked, swallowing down his last bit of food, containing himself from moaning. Watching Blaine work the kitchen had been amazing. He moved so fluidly, adding spices and tasting the sauce with a spoon before frowning and adding more herbs, and as Kurt had taken the first bite of chicken and pasta his eyes had dropped shut and his head tipped back with a low, "Blaine."
They were currently sitting cross-legged on top of the kitchen table, chatting lightly about everything between heaven and earth.
Blaine rolled his eyes before typing, "Duh. Blanket fort."
"Blanket fort," Kurt replied. "Blanket fort. Oh my gosh, Blaine, we should totally make a blanket fort!" Blaine's eyes lit up in childlike excitement, and he jumped off the counter, dragging Kurt down with him.
Together they practically ran to the tiny closet in the hallway and grabbed all the blankets, duvets and pillows they could find.
Half an hour later and they were finished. In the middle of the bathroom, supported by ropes fastened to the top of shelves and the shower, stood the most magnificent blanket fort ever made.
"You're right, the warm tiles do make it cozier," Blaine wrote on the laptop resting on his stomach. They were laying side by side on top of dozens of soft pillows, about three blankets slung over them. The space inside the fort was rather limited and their arms brushed underneath the covers, making them both blush into the darkness.
"Thank you for tonight, Blaine. It was really nice." Kurt's voice was nearly a whisper.
"Thank you for letting me in your house," Blaine paused for a second. "I'm really glad I went into your bookshop that night, you know, that I met you. I've never had many friends."
"Me neither," Kurt breathed. "And I'm really glad you did, too."
"Being mute, I've always been different, you know? It's like – people were always nice and sympatric and all, and they would always talk to me in the beginning. But then, after a while, having to rely on me having something to type on would always become too much of a bother. And after a while they always give up," Blaine looked over at Kurt, his eyes shining with tears before continuing typing. "But you were so nice and understanding, and I finally felt like I found someone who would actually take the time for me, sort of. Like I am worth it. I just wanted to thank you for that."
Kurt felt his own eyes start to prick and had to swallow a few times to stop from choking. "You are worth it, Blaine. I mean, I know we've just met and that we don't really know each other that well, but I know you're worth it. I won't give up on you."
It was quiet for five long minutes. Kurt felt his eyes start to drop. Right before he fell down into unconsciousness, he felt a soft, tentative hand brushing his own, before sliding into it and squeezing. Kurt and Blaine both fell to sleep with a smile on his face that night.
Thank you so so much for reading this! I know the chapters are really short, but I kinda don't have the patience to write them longer. I guess shorter and more of them works better for me! Anyways thank you so much for the reviews they make me so happy! You're the best, MWUAAAH!