Amazingly, no smut takes place in this part. Hey, whoa, don't all start leaving at once!
I'm just saying. This part is more... romantic. And angsty. It's Romangst.

Still don't know how it's going to end, but don't hold that against me and don't let that stop you from reviewing :)

And, for reasons that I'm not even sure of to be honest, I do not own Glee.

A Little Bit of Fun Part Seven

Kurt woke up, feeling groggy, and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 9am, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up this early. But for once he didn't mind being awake in the actual morning. He could feel a warm body behind him, an arm draped around his waist, and a stubbly cheek against his shoulder blade. He turned around slowly and smiled as he was met with the gently sleeping face of Blaine Anderson.

It seemed weird and clichéd to be watching Blaine sleep, but Kurt couldn't help it. Blaine just looked so adorable. He'd never noticed just long Blaine's eyelashes were – thick and black like he was wearing mascara – but they were now Kurt's favourite thing in the world. He reached up and stroked Blaine's cheek, smiling to himself, before curling some of Blaine's black hair around his fingers. Blaine's eyelids suddenly fluttered open.

"Were you watching me sleep?" he whispered.

"Would you find it creepy if I said yes?" said Kurt, still playing with Blaine's hair.

Blaine smiled sleepily. "Not really."

"Then yes," said Kurt. "Yes, I was. You have very pretty eyelashes."

"Okay, I take it back," Blaine chuckled. "That was kind of creepy."

They both giggled, before moving closer and planting sweet, lazy kisses on each other's lips. Kurt was glad that they'd woken up so early. He held Blaine close, savouring every one of their little kisses and wishing that time would stand still and they could just stay in bed forever. He didn't want David to come home. He didn't want everything he had with Blaine to end.

But he knew it would all be over tonight. It seemed ridiculous – like something out of a terribly soppy romantic movie – that he had fallen in love so hard in the space of one weekend, but he didn't even care anymore. The only thing that Kurt cared about now was Blaine. If he wasn't so sure that David's reaction would be literally murderous, he would happily pack his bags and run away with Blaine in a heartbeat. But there was always the thought of David – David who loved him, David who treated him like royalty, David who spoilt him and protected him and would kill for him – and Kurt knew that, as much as he loved Blaine, there was no way he could ever leave.

"You definitely believe me, right?" he murmured, as Blaine kissed his neck. "You believe that I love you?"

"Of course I do," Blaine whispered, nibbling Kurt's earlobe.

"Really?" said Kurt, sounding a little bit desperate.

Blaine chuckled against Kurt's skin. "Yes!"

"Because I do love you," Kurt insisted. "I really, really do, Blaine. I'm not lying."

Blaine pulled away, looking Kurt right in the eye, and stroked his hair.

"I know, Kurt," he said gently. "And I love you too."

Kurt smiled sadly. "I must sound so insecure and needy... it's very unlike me. It's just that I've told a lot of guys that I'm madly in love with them before. You know, so they'd keep on looking after me and stuff. But with you it's different. With you I actually mean it."

Blaine smiled and kissed him on the lips, but Kurt wasn't finished.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," he said quietly. "Once David comes back tonight everything will have to go back to normal, and I'm not sure if I know how anymore. It used to be easy. He'd leave for a while, I'd find someone to fuck just to pass the time, and then when he'd get back I'd pretend like I'd been just dying with loneliness without him. But now, with you... oh, I don't know, Blaine. I just don't know what to do."

Blaine sat up, taking Kurt with him. Kurt looked as if he was struggling not to burst into tears, and Blaine gathered him up in his arms and kissed the top of his head.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered, although he wasn't sure whether that was true. "Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry, beautiful."

Kurt smiled, nuzzled into the crook of Blaine's neck and holding him.

"You're so positive," he said, chuckling a little sadly. "But you don't understand, Blaine. I love you, you're the only person I want to be with but I can't. Even if we ran away together, he'd find us. Far stupider people than you or I have tried to run from Dave Karofsky and he always catches up with them in the end, and they always wind up dead. He would find us, hunt us down no matter how far we ran, and he'd kill you for stealing me away. He'd probably even kill me too for trying to leave him."

Tears finally escaped his eyes. He sniffed and wiped them away impatiently, before sitting up and looking at Blaine.

"I don't want you to get hurt," he said. "As heartbreaking and totally fucking typical as this is, we don't really have much of a choice."

Blaine nodded, frowning. "Yeah, I know. I've always known."

Kurt reached over and cupped Blaine's scruffy cheek, making him smile.

"I'm just glad that I got to spend one amazing night with you," he said, holding Kurt's hand to his face. "And I got to wake up to those beautiful eyes of yours. It sucks that this is how things have to be, but at least we'll always have this. Karofsky can't take this away from us."

They both grinned, leaning in at the same time, their lips meeting another sweet, soft kiss. When they separated, Kurt suddenly smirked.

"You know, honey," he said, sounding like his cocky old self. "If I wasn't feeling so bad about myself right now, I'd think that little speech of yours was pretty lame. Like, romantic comedy lame. I do hope I'm not going to have to suffer through anymore cheesy lines today, Anderson. I mean, I love you and everything, but don't push it."

Blaine laughed, shaking his head.

"I'm going to take a shower," Kurt said, still smirking. "Care to join me?"

Blaine laughed even harder. "I may have to take you up on that offer. I don't really have any excuses not to anymore, do I?"

"No," said Kurt, grinning triumphantly. "No, you really don't."

The biggest bathroom in the house was huge, and Blaine was struck dumb slightly when he followed Kurt inside. It looked bigger than his whole apartment and you could probably fit five or six people in that bathtub with room to spare. Kurt just chuckled and took Blaine by the hand, leading him into the enormous shower. There was comfortably more than enough room for two people, and the shower head was so large that when the water was turned on it felt like standing naked in the middle of a heavy downpour, only that the water was perfectly hot and filled the place with steam.

A surprising amount of actual washing took place. Kurt and Blaine washed each other, messing around with the studs as Kurt used all his best shower gels and styled Blaine's hair into an amusing soapy mohawk with the shampoo. Although there was a lot of playful kissing and touching, they didn't actually have sex. It was a first for Kurt, not having sex while sharing his shower, but he didn't care. They didn't need to. Just this – holding each other and kissing under the warm water – was perfect. It was the kind of wonderful intimacy that Kurt had never had with anyone else, the kind that before he would have thought was unbelievably corny. Simply making out would have been a waste of a good shower in the eyes of the old Kurt. But now, with Blaine, it was just so... perfect.

After the shower they dried off and got dressed, Blaine wearing the same clothes he'd worn the day before. They made their way down to the kitchen hand in hand, and Blaine made them some toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast. Kurt sat and sipped his coffee, watching Blaine rather sadly and glancing every now and again at the clock. Why was it that time always went so fast whenever you didn't want it to?

"Are you okay, Kurt?" Blaine asked, setting a plate in front of him.

Kurt picked up his fork, but he didn't feel hungry at all.

"Fine," he whispered, unconvincingly.

He picked at his food for a second as Blaine tucked in opposite him, before giving up, putting down his fork and lighting himself a cigarette instead. Blaine looked at him and frowned.

"You're not okay," he said. "I can tell. What's wrong?"

"Isn't it obvious?" said Kurt quietly, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Blaine nodded, putting his own fork down too.

"Right," he said. "I know you're really sad about this, Kurt. But like you said, there's nothing we can do about it. We shouldn't be spending these last few hours together being upset."

"Yeah, I guess," Kurt sighed. "Although sobbing in a dark corner sound quite appealing right now."

Blaine chuckled sadly, reached over the table and taking Kurt's hand. Kurt gave Blaine's hand a squeeze.

"This house used to feel like a palace," he said despondently. "But now it's just a really luxurious prison. I always thought I was so lucky to have David. I was so lucky to have this wealthy mob boss taking care of me. It seemed so cool and dangerous being with this guy that could give me everything and make people disappear if I wanted. All that money, all that security... what could be better? God, I was so fucking stupid. If I had any idea that someone like you would come along and show me everything I was missing then I wouldn't have gone anywhere near David in the first place."

He frowned, looking at the clock again, and finished his cigarette, stubbing it out into the heavy glass ashtray. Blaine still held his hand, looked forlorn.

"I wish things were different as much as you do, Kurt," he said. "That's the main reason why I tried to shove all my feelings for you into the back of my head, because of him, because you're his property. I never really stood a chance."

"That's not true, Blaine," Kurt shook his head, holding Blaine's hand in both of his. "If it was a choice between you and David I'd pick you every time. I never feel so whole and secure and loved than when I'm with you. I don't have any of that with him. But I can't leave him. I'd rather be stuck here with him forever, feeling like a miserable possession for the rest of my life but knowing that you're safe, than have you and try and run away from this place but have him hurt you... or worse. It's the lesser of two evils really."

He stood and went over to Blaine, perching himself on his lap and slowly stroking his curly hair. Blaine held him and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"If you'd have told me three days ago that I would fall hopelessly in love with you and would be dreading David coming back," he said with a humourless chuckle. "I'd have said you were obviously insane."

Blaine smiled sadly, holding him closer as Kurt rested his head on his shoulder.

"It certainly has been a surprisingly eventful weekend, beautiful," he said softly.

Kurt smiled – he would never get tired of hearing Blaine call him that – and turned Blaine's head to face him, looking into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Blaine," he whispered. "I really do. I really mean it."

Blaine smiled up at him. "I know you mean it, Kurt. I love you too."

They leaned in at the same time and kissed each other, soft and chaste and surprisingly innocent. Karofsky would be home in just a few hours, and they both willed the time to go slower.

Hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers :)

xxx