I know it's been 3 weeks. Please don't murder me…at least not yet.
Kurt woke up in the middle of the night to find a blue screen from the TV shining over him. He squinted at the light and went to lift the blanket that was on top of him.Oh wait, that wasn't a blanket that was keeping him warm, it was Blaine. Kurt was safely wrapped up by Blaine's arms, with his back leaning against his chest. He smiled at he looked down and noticed that their hands were entwined at his side. His smile progressed into an enormous stupid grin as he thought about how he now had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that he could fall asleep with on his bed during a movie. A boyfriend that would hold him close at night while they slept together. A boyfriend that cared for Kurt just as much as he cared for him. But he was so much more than just a boyfriend, he was Blaine, his best friend. The relationship was okay, everything he felt for Blaine was okay. He didn't have to hide anything from Blaine anymore. He looked behind him at Blaine's sleeping state. He couldn't feel more content.
He leaned forward to turn off the TV and felt Blaine's grip tighten around him in his sleep, nestling him back into his chest. Kurt let out a chuckle and quickly reached forward to press the button on the remote. Once it was off, he scooted himself around in the bed, facing his boyfriend. Blaine's arms immediately wrapped themselves around Kurt again, pushing Kurt's face into Blaine's neck. Kurt let out a soft giggle as he closed his eyes, still smiling, filled to the brim with feelings of love and delight. He couldn't remember ever feeling this happy to be with another person.
Blaine woke up to the morning light streaming through the dorm window. He looked in front of him on the bed and a sleepy grin appeared on his face when he saw Kurt sleeping in front of him. He stared at Kurt's beautiful features. He had never been able to look at him from so close before. The rays from the light of dawn were shining on his pale, soft cheek, illuminating his face with florescent light. The sun beamed through his hair and eyelashes, leaving a soft golden glow against his tan hair. Blaine lifted his hand from his side and oh-so-gently brushed some locks of hair from Kurt's forehead.
Blaine's awe filled gaze drifted to Kurt's lips. They were slightly parted, and a tad bit chapped from the night before. Blaine couldn't help but notice the deep pink hues that contrasted from his light skin. He moved his hand and tenderly stroked his thumb across the top and bottom lip. He couldn't resist leaning forward and remind himself of their texture, cupping his jaw in his hand and pressing his own lips against Kurt's. He closed his eyes and didn't move back for a long time, drowsily indulging in the feeling.
Blaine finally came to his senses and realized that this may be a little creepy, and might not be the way Kurt wanted to wake up, he pulled away. He bit his bottom lip in slight anticipation while he opened his eyes to look at Kurt's beautiful face again. He soon saw a smile slowly start to appear of Kurt's face. Then his eyelids leisurely opened, exposing his bright blue eyes. Oh god, those eyes.
"Hi."
"Hey." Blaine said. They kept looking into each other's eyes and fell into a comfortable silence that lasted for a few moments. He lifted his thumb and gently stroked it across Kurt's cheek. "You're beautiful."
Kurt smiled at Blaine's words and looked deep into the hazel eyes that were staring at him. "You're amazing." Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine. It was still a lazy kiss, but wasn't at soft as before. Kurt was determined to show Blaine how much he treasured him through his kiss. Blaine sighed through it, pressing himself firmer against Kurt. It was almost as if he was responding to Kurt's thoughts. This continued for a few minutes before things began to heat up, Blaine's hands roamed to Kurt's hair, while Kurt's arms hooked themselves around Blaine's neck. Blaine shifted himself over so he was hovering over Kurt. His tongue rubbed against Kurt's bottom lip, waiting for an approval to enter. Kurt obliged and deepened the kiss, humming at the feeling. Blaine's eyes shot open when he recalled the last time they were in this position, and what had happened. He immediately broke the kiss, making Kurt stare up at him in confusion.
"I—um—I should get up, we should get up." Blaine lifted himself up, moving himself to sit on the edge of the bed. Kurt shifted himself into a sitting position, giving Blaine a questioning look.
"But its Sunday…we don't have classes." Kurt said in a low voice.
"Oh—I uh—I usually work out on Sunday mornings." Blaine got off the bed and walked over to his dresser, opening a drawer while running a hand roughly through his tangled curls.
We could have burnt plenty of calories if we kept going. "Hmm." Kurt crossed his legs Indian style on the bed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. He was a little bit irritated at their sudden halt in intimacy. "Three times a week, got it." He rested his head lazily against his fist and watched Blaine walk around the room. He wondered why they had to stop. Sure he wasn't used to it, but what had just happened felt so completely natural. It was backed up with so much compassion and love that going further just seemed like second nature. Maybe them not going further was for the better? Maybe Blaine didn't want Kurt to regret anything? Wait, no. That doesn't make any sense. He would never EVER regret Blaine, or expressing his feelings towards him. Kissing Blaine just then was probably one of the most magical moments in Kurt's life so far. Blaine went into the bathroom and Kurt fell back on the bed with a huff. He decided to be more positive about the whole situation, because after all, a gigantic dream of his had come true in the past twelve hours. He probably shouldn't focus on being aggravated. He reached for his phone and sent out a text to Mercedes.
Hey! I've got big news! Can we Skype? –Kurt
Kurt's phone buzzed about three minutes later.
News? Hold on a sec hun, gotta get my laptop out. –Mercedes
Kurt opened his Mac Book and logged on to Skype. Blaine came out of the bathroom, fully changed. He was wearing black Addidas running shorts, sneakers and a plain white t-shirt.
"I'm gonna go for a run, kay babe?" Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt quickly on the lips.
Kurt smiled. He called me babe. I can call someone 'babe' now. Yep, I can definitely get used to this. "Mhm, have fun."
Blaine chuckled as he made his way towards the door. "I'll try." Blaine opened the door and turned around before walking out. "I'll be thinking of you", he said with a smile.
"I lo—I'll miss you too, Blaine" Kurt said, blushing. Blaine smiled and left the room. Was he allowed to say 'I love you' yet? Sure, he said it last night, but that was in the heat of an intense moment. Oh crap. Blaine never told him that he loved him back. But then again, he did kiss him right after. This was getting way too complicated.
Soon after, he saw that Mercedes was online and connected the video chat. Mercedes appeared on the screen. The wall behind her was pink and had trophies and stars in the background.
"Spill, white boy!"
"Mercedes? Are you in Rachel's room?" Kurt said, confused.
"Oh, yeah I slept over her place last night, we had an English project to work on. But that's not important. What's this 'big news' you're talking about?" Rachel suddenly appeared next to Mercedes on screen.
"There's news? About what?" Mercedes shushed Rachel and stared at her screen.
"Well…" Kurt took his time, wanting to see their expressions when he told them. "Blaine and I…" Mercedes gasped when she thought about Kurt and Blaine's names…collectively. Her mouth hung open, with its corners tilting into an excited smile. Her eyes grew wide as she patiently waited for Kurt to finish the sentence, even though she had a feeling of what he was going to say. Kurt smiled slyly at the screen, knowing that his pause was taking way too long
"What about you!" Rachel said, obviously not as patient as Mercedes. Kurt laughed at Rachel from the other side of the computer.
"We're together."
Two more gasps came this time, followed with a long squeal from Mercedes.
"Wait like….together, together?" said Rachel as Mercedes continued to squeak, wide eyed.
"Yes, together, together." Two more squeals came; Mercedes and Rachel looked at each other, wide eyed, and hugged. Kurt just laughed from his side, satisfied with their reaction. The girls were bouncing and laughing with excitement.
"Oh my gosh, Kurt I'm so happy for you!" said Mercedes, very excitedly.
"How did it happen?" asked Rachel. Kurt began to tell them about the past couple of days, leaving out the sobbing. He wasn't too proud about all the times he cried in front of Blaine. But sobbing aside, it was a pretty good love story.
Blaine took out his iPod and put his workout playlist on shuffle. He put the iPod in the holster on his arm, and put the earphones in his ears. He began to jog towards the track near the school. His thoughts brought him back to last night, and that magical moment on the stairs. It really shouldn't have taken him so long to say all of the things he said. Guilt swelled up into his heart as the picture of Kurt crying on the stairs popped into his head. God, I'm such a douche. He was just happy that everything was okay now. Every feeling was expressed and there were no more secrets. Well…there was the whole drunken kiss thing…but that didn't count, right? It's not like he could tell Kurt about it. God no, there was definitely no way he was going to tell Kurt about that. He'll just…push it aside and hope it would go away. Kind of like what he did with his feelings for Kurt, huh? He just kept running away from every emotion that put him out of his comfort zone. I am such a fucking pansy. Grow a pair every once and a while, will you Blaine? Instead of just running away, confront it, you child. Oh my god.
He was literally running away from his problems, right at that moment.
Oh cool, awesome Blaine…run away from Kurt…that'll help. Make out with him and then run away like a scared little girl. Why can't he just control himself? He practically threw himself on top of Kurt last night when he obviously wasn't ready for it. But then again, he did climb on top after a while. But still! That shouldn't matter, he legit said it out loud. He said that he wasn't ready for sex. Woah, sex. That sounds so serious. Maybe if he called it something different it wouldn't sound so…. adult.
Sexual intercourse? Hey Kurt, let's have sexual intercourse! No.
Making love? Ew, mom and dad used that. No.
Doing the deed? Classy. No.
Fucking? Yeah, and then you can strap me in a leather harness and grab your whip. No.
Okay, maybe Blaine would have to stick with 'sex' for the time being. Bottom line is, Kurt wasn't ready for it. So…Blaine had done a good thing this morning stopping their make-out session, right? It was getting way too intense. There was no way they could have not done something Kurt would have regretted. But oh god, it was so hard to pull away. Kurt looked so perfect in that light….with his hair…and his skin…and his lips.
MY GOD! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! Kurt obviously doesn't want to be perved on. Do you understand the meaning of TAKING IT SLOW, Anderson? It does not mean mind-fuck him. Oop, there's that word again. I'm a freak. Creepy sex freaky freak.
"BLAINE! WAIT UP!" Blaine turned around to see David running behind him. He was in his workout attire as well. Blaine slowed his pace a touch, and removed one of his ear-buds.
"Hey David, what brings you here on this lovely Sunday morning?"
"I was feeling a little fat this morning. Felt like a little run might make me feel a bit better." said David, trying to pick up his speed a little.
Blaine gave David a funny look, and then started laughing. "You felt fat when you woke up? Are you sure you're not a girl on the inside?"
"What? No! I just don't feel…"
"Pretty?" Blaine said, laughing.
"No!" David grunted and Blaine patted him quickly on the shoulder. "You seem to be in a good mood this morning."
Blaine smiled, looking up at the other boy. "I have good reasons."
"What, you finally shoved your tongue down Kurt's throat?" David said, sarcastically, smiling at his own 'cleverness'. Blaine didn't say anything, he just smiled and stared at his running feet. David just kept looking at him waiting for a snippy response. But all he received were shy smiles. "Why aren't you—" David's eyes widened. "OHMYGOD! You did, didn't you?"
Blaine laughed nervously, "Well…noooot exactly," he looked up at David. "…but kind of…"
"Oh yeah, 'just best friends' my ass. How the hell—when did this happen!"
"Last night, after I left the poker game."
"Wait, you guys like didn't talk the whole time."
"Yeah…I know. I'm bad with feelings." Blaine scratched the back of his head, slightly ashamed. Blaine Anderson, professional douche bag.
"Shit Blaine," David chuckled, "I didn't know you had it in you." He hit Blaine's back teasingly, Blaine hit him back.
"Watch it, bub." Said Blaine, shooting David a playful glare. They stopped talking for a couple of minutes, with nothing but the sound of their feet hitting the track.
"So why are you here right now?" said David, breaking the silence and looking at Blaine.
"The track? I'm here like three times a week, Dave, you know that."
"I'm just saying that if I had the choice to one, be with my significant other, (who might I add is my roommate—hint hint—spontaneous sex—hint hint) or two, run around a track…I would chose number one."
"I um…I needed a breather."
"Breather?" David gave Blaine a surprised look, "You really have been getting it in?"
"No no no, that's just the thing…we haven't."
"Well Blaine, I mean c'mon…it hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet, man. I know you guys were close but still..."
"No, don't get me wrong Dave. I don't want to force him into anything. I don't want to be all over him if he's not comfortable with it."
There was a period of silence while David tried to digest what Blaine had just said. "I don't understand."
"Okay, last night things got a little…powerful. We ended up on the bed. Well he kind of started the whole passionate part but…anyway a little while later he got a little bit freaked out and we stopped."
"Well you can't blame him, I mean he's not very…experienced…I'm guessing. I mean, based on that 'sexy' performance we did a couple of weeks ago…"
"No that—that doesn't count. That was just him trying too hard. I mean he's plenty sexy and he doesn't even know it. But you're right…this is new to him, so I promised to take things slow."
"Mhmm. I get that. But you still didn't answer my question. Why are you here?"
There was a long pause before Blaine started to laugh tensely. "It's hard for me…to take things slow. Like really hard."
"Oh…okay…ew…didn't need to know that."
Heyyyy guys. Yeah I know…three weeks. "we hate you" I know I know. Your suggestions helped a lot. Like A LOT. Thanks so much (: I love you all. As all of you know, it's June. Hectic, crazy, frantic, stressful June. School ends in about two weeks. Until then, my life is going to be CRAZY busy. After that, I'm a free Klaine writing machine. So I'm super sorry if I don't end up posting again for the next two weeks. But don't worry, I'm constantly thinking about this fic, just not constantly writing. Kurt and Blaine are in my head for a large portion of my day (: But please review. Please please please review. Reviews are like virtual hugs, and hugs are awesome. Freaking awesome. ANYWAYS. I will start the Criss Colfer fic as soon as summer starts. Should be fun (: hint hint? Glee on a boat. That's all you get. HAH!
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