A/N: Okay, I really want to write some Klaine one-shot funny fluff. Flunn, if you will. So we shall be wrapping this little story up soon. By the way, I made up a word in this chappie - "annelidal." It sounds like it should be a real word to me, but I couldn't actually find it defined anywhere. I used it anyway. It's the adjective form of "annelida," which is basically a segmented worm, like an earthworm. Another slightly offensive joke at the end. I'll save my favourite for the last chapter, which will be the little epilogue thingy. On with penultimateness!
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"I... I think I'm in love with you."
Blaine dropped the pen he had been holding onto the floor. He remained frozen, his hand still perched as if holding an invisible pen, his eyes frozen onto Kurt's cast.
Kurt gulped. He felt like he was trying to swallow a golf ball. His eyes scanned Blaine's face nervously, looking for any sign of a reaction.
I can't believe I just did that. I freaked him out. Shit, shit, shit, shit, can I rewind time?
Kurt's already-globular eyes widened further in fear and anticipation. As he looked at Blaine, he had trouble believing he wasn't looking at a still photograph. Blaine was amazingly still, frozen in time like Stonehenge. Only more frustrating. And better looking.
Jeez, Blaine's kind of beautiful.
Blaine's Adam's apple quivered as he swallowed and his strong, square jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly. He started chewing on his bottom lip. His full, pouty bottom lip.
Oh, god. Don't do that now. If you're going to shoot me down, I need you to be as un-sexy as possible.
Blaine's ethnically-ambiguous eyes raised to meet Kurt's, burning Kurt like the molten gold they resembled. "Um." Blaine uttered.
..."Um"? He said "um"? Are you kidding me?
"I, uh... I think maybe I -" Blaine was stuttering like a nervous schoolchild. "I probably - I mean, I do - um. You... too."
Kurt just looked at Blaine.
Wow. Could he have made that any more cryptic? What did he just say?
"I, uh," Blaine started again, realizing he needed to clarify, "I love you too."
"Wait, really?" Kurt was shocked.
"Yeah." Blaine dropped his eyes from Kurt's just as Kurt looked to the side, as if eye contact was stinging them both right now. Neither of them knew what to say and the silence was so awkward that when they caught each other's eyes again, they both burst out laughing.
Kurt's insides bubbled like champagne and the feeling flowed out through his mouth as euphoric giggles. But the bubbles flattened as his laughter died. He still didn't believe what Blaine had just told him. "No, really? Like, really?"
Blaine smiled and his eyes crinkled, conveying true happiness. "Yes, Kurt. You know that sound when you open a new bottle of soda? That's what my heart does whenever I see you."
"Oh my god, you're adorable," Kurt said reflexively. He blushed when he realized he had said that out loud.
"Kurt?" Blaine started.
"Yeah?"
"Can I kiss you now?"
"Oh. Um. Yes please. I mean, yeah."
Blaine leaned forward tentatively. Kurt did the same. Their lips touched so softly at first that it tickled and Kurt shivered.
Blaine pulled back and looked at Kurt. "Something wrong?"
"What? No," Kurt whined, "get back here."
Blaine chuckled. In one swift move, he put his strong hand behind Kurt's neck, pulled him in and mashed their mouths together. Blaine's lips were so warm that Kurt melted into them with a guttural moan. Blaine responded to the noise enthusiastically, to say the least. Kurt was vaguely aware of their bodies shifting and he shivered again when he felt Blaine's fingers run through his hair. Kurt cupped Blaine's jaw with his hand.
Blaine gasped and Kurt broke the kiss. Blaine's eyes contained storms of passion and his voice was low and breathy when he said, "I'm in so much pain right now."
"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed. That's when he realized that he was straddling Blaine on the bed, his knees on either side of Blaine's waist. Kurt jumped off. "Oops. Sorry."
Their eyes locked again as they fell silent. Then they started to laugh.
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By sunset, Kurt's cast was covered in purple lyrics and slightly pornographic doodles. Blaine's cast, on the other hand, was covered with sickeningly adorable love song lyrics and little hearts. As the sun fell and the moon rose, Kurt and Blaine sat on Blaine's bed and talked about everything. Kurt told Blaine about when his mom died and Blaine told Kurt about his dad leaving. They told each other embarrassing childhood stories ("I actually thought I could fly. My mom still thinks I just fell out of that tree, but I jumped. I was so sure I would fly,") and about their families ("I don't know why my parents thought rhyming names would be cute. If I had had a little brother, I'm worried his name would've been Dirt or something,"). But after a while, Blaine's pain was getting unbearable, so Dr. North upped his morphine and Kurt left so Blaine could sleep. As soon as he was away from Blaine, his arm started pulsing with the pain a broken bone inevitably causes. He stumbled back to his room, asked for some painkillers of his own and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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Blaine was awoken the next morning by a strange, stinging sensation in his nose. He opened his eyes to see Bonnie sitting beside him on the bed, stuffing sour worms up his nostrils.
"Augh! Bonnie! What are you doing?" He shouted, sitting up and pulling the annelidal treats from his nose.
"I thought you wanted sour worms!" Bonnie said defensively.
"But why were you putting them up my nose?"
"Your mouth wasn't open."
Blaine raised an eyebrow at Bonnie's logic and she stared back as if daring him to challenge it. Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to think of a clever retort, but was saved when Betty walked in.
"Morning, Baby," She greeted Blaine. She was smiling, but her eyes squinted at him worriedly.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Blaine questioned her.
"Well, you kind of have, um, a... Harvey Dent thing going on," Betty gestured towards Blaine's face.
"What?" Blaine shrieked, "No way! Mirror!" He demanded, letting his vanity show.
Betty rifled through her purse and pulled out a compact mirror then handed it to Blaine.
The entire right side of Blaine's face was bright purple-red and the bruising covered twice the area it had the day before.
"Holy shit." Blaine whispered hoarsely.
"Hey! Watch your language in front of Bonnie, please," Betty scolded him, but in the You-Really-Deserve-To-Swear-So-I'll-Let-It-Go-This-Time way.
"It's okay, Mommy. I'm old enough."
Before Betty could reply to Bonnie, the three Andersons heard a voice wafting towards them from beyond the door. Soft at first, but slowly increasing in intensity.
"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing,"
Blaine immediately recognized it as Kurt's voice and the look on Betty's face suggested that she could guess who it was.
"Watch you smile while you are sleeping, far away and dreaming," Kurt's voice was nearing and a silly, light suspension was building as Betty and Blaine both expected him to burst through the door soon.
"I could spend my life in this sweet surrender, I could stay lost in this moment forever,"
Bonnie looked questioningly at Blaine, then at Betty, then at Blaine again.
A loud thump sounded from the other side of the closed door, signifying that Kurt had slammed against it with his body. "Well, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure!" At this, Kurt did indeed burst into the room, hanging off of the doorknob like Gene Kelly off of a lamppost and singing Aerosmith at the top of his lungs. "I DON'T WANNA CLOSE MY EYES, I DON'T WANNA FAAAALL ASLEEP, 'CAUSE I'D MISS YOU BABE, AND I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING!" Kurt didn't stop to take another breath before turning to Betty and saying, "Good morning, Mrs. Anderson, I'm in love with your son."
Blaine blushed furiously but Betty just smiled, put her hand on Kurt's shoulder and said, "I know."
Blaine grinned. His body ached and creaked, his bones were broken and his face was marred, but his heart glowed. Here he was, in a room with his three favourite people in the world. He couldn't ask for anything more.
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A/N: "If a tree falls on a woman and no one is around to hear it, what is a tree doing in the kitchen?"
"I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" is, in my opinion, one of the greatest love songs of all time. Don'tcha agree? Review please, but don't tell me that this chapter sucked more than usual. I know that already. I'm not at my best, but I still want to write anyway. I'm out of virtual cookies and Red Vines, so I think I'll have to start giving out virtual DQ Blizzards. Sound good? Just let me know what virtual flavour you want and I'll virtually make it for you.