A/N: this chapter is pretty long (over 700 words!) I'm actually sort of proud of myself for that, haha.
I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I figured I'd post it anyway.
After they got home from that disastrously long mall trip, (and the longest, quietest car ride either boy had experienced in ages) and an awkward dinner, Kurt and Blaine decided to turn in early.
After they got dressed and settled into bed, Kurt assumed his usual position as the big spoon. Once Kurt got comfy, Blaine immediately pulled away. Kurt was kind of sleepy, so he didn't think anything of it and grabbed a pillow, and immediately fell to sleep.
Later that evening, Kurt walked out into the living room, and found Blaine on the couch, curled up in the corner.
"Babe, what's wrong?" "Go 'way." Blaine sniffled, barely audible. "No. you're upset, I want to know what's wrong."
"Everything." Blaine said, looking up at Kurt, his face tear-stained and his hair a mess. "I wasn't supposed to let this happen again. I wasn't supposed to let myself get back to this point." Kurt inched closer to his distressed boyfriend, and took him into his arms.
"What to do you mean?" Blaine took a minute to calm down before answering. "Well, it all started in middle school; eighth grade, shortly before I came out." He said, his voice still shaky. "My parents fought almost daily. There was no peace in the house. Except when my dad went out of town for work, or whenever Cooper had accomplished something in school or sports. The fights ranged from little things between the two of them, to things about me."
Kurt looked at him, and gave him a little hug. "You never told me this. Sure, I've met your parents, but I never knew how your relationship was like with them, without company around. "Blaine shrugged. "I never felt the need to bring it up. Anyways, back to the point. They started fighting; I didn't have many friends to rely on, so as a form of comfort, I would start having movie marathons in my room with Cooper, since he was like my best friend, snacks and sugary drinks always on hand. And well…" Blaine gestured to himself, to make a point.
"But after I transferred to Dalton, I had everything under control, I had lost the weight, had zero stress…everything was perfect; especially after I met you." Blaine sighed, looking at his adoring boyfriend.
"I didn't think it would happen again. Paris was hell. I should've figured it would be. I didn't enjoy my classes, my roommate and I didn't get along, and worst of all, you weren't there."
Kurt just sat there, trying to find the right words to say. "I love you." He leaned in to kiss Blaine. Blaine immediately kissed back. "and I want to show you just how much. C'mon." Kurt said, getting up and dragging his boyfriend to the floor-length mirror in the bedroom. "Why…?" Blaine started to ask.
"Shh…" Kurt said, stopping infront of the mirror, with Blaine in front of him. "I want to show you exactly what I love about you." He said, guiding his hands to Blaine's curls, and running his hands through them. "I love your hair. Especially since I banned you from using hair gel after we graduated." He rested his head on Blaine's shoulder before continuing. "I love your honey coloured eyes; I always get lost in them whenever we have a serious or in-depth conversation." He glided his hand down further. "I love your little nipples…but we won't go into that, because I think you already know how much." He said, slyly. "I love your little belly, and love handles…they gives me something to grab on to when I'm riding you. And I love your ass." Right as he finished, he pinched Blaine's ass lightly, mostly to get a rise out of him, and then kissed him softly.
"Je veux faire l'amour avec toi." Kurt managed to say, in between kisses.
Blaine wondered why Kurt was so straightforward all of a sudden, but he didn't care, because Kurt speaking French always turned him on, even more so now that he knew the language. Kurt started to do more than just kiss Blaine, his hands started trailing down from his neck, to his chest, circled around his stomach, down past his groin, and onto his thigh. Blaine was visibly uncomfortable by this point. "I can't do this." Kurt nodded in understanding, and resumed his position next to him. "Okay. Maybe we'll try again in a couple days?" Kurt asked, sounding slightly hopeful. "Maybe." Blaine said, sounding not at all confident.
(Translation: "I want to make love to you.")