I can't believe that The First Time airs tomorrow! I'm so excited; I've been waiting for this since the beginning of October. I have a feeling it's going to be spectacular and that it'll make me cry. Let me know what you guys think of the episode after it's over, I'd love to hear all your opinions on how our beloved Klaine will handle the subject of virginity. :) This is a shameless fluff filler, I'm sorry!
There was rain. May had approached rapidly, and of course, spring was the season where everything came back to life. Ironically, Kurt was stuck sitting in the hospital.
He watched the rain through the large, glass window that took up one whole wall in room 245. Kurt usually didn't like the rain, because it always flattened down his hair and made his clothes all soggy. It obviously didn't like him back. But there were time when the two enemies settled down and appreciated each other. Kurt loved watching rain fall from the clouds and land on earth, feeling no pain when it smashed into the solid, cold ground. He loved the way it smelled, especially in the grass. He liked how it helped flowers grow. He liked the sound it made against the window, tapping gently and creating a rubato rhythm. Most of all, he loved how it reminded him of Blaine. Blaine, who stood outside his door on a stormy night drenched to the bone in rain water, waiting for Kurt to let him inside. The magical night where Kurt allowed himself go give Blaine all of him, and Blaine gave it back in return.
Kurt often had dreams about this night, and while he should feel embarrassed, he felt safe and secure knowing that it wasn't only a dream. It actually happened at one point. He liked the way Blaine handled him, gently but still not afraid to actually hold him like he wanted to be held. Kiss him like he wanted to be kissed. Blaine wasn't worried that he would "break" Kurt, and this made him happy. It made him feel loved and not like the sick thing that he was becoming.
So when Blaine came in that day, panting from the rain he ran through and holding a closed umbrella in his hand, Kurt couldn't think of anything more beautiful. He smiled that classic Blaine grin, with the full set of teeth and the crinkly eyes.
"Tired?" Kurt asked as Blaine pulled up a leather chair and slumped back into it, throwing his head back and sighing.
"A little," Blaine said, "In gym today we had to run the 400 metre dash in this rain, and I slipped so badly that I almost tripped another kid in front of me."
Kurt laughed. "I'm sorry, Blainers," he ran a hand down Blaine's forearm.
He laughed at the nickname that Kurt only used when he wanted a kiss or if he was making a joke. "How've you been today?" Blaine asked as he kissed Kurt's cheek.
Kurt shrugged. "I've been on and off."
"What did you eat today?" Blaine asked. He pretty much knew all of the symptoms of Kurt's sickness now, such as loss of appetite, vomiting, headaches, a fever, swelling below the ribs, and much more. He tried to question how Kurt was feeling without really saying them out loud.
"Not very much," Kurt admitted. "I had cereal this morning, and I had a few slices of fruit just before you came, but that's really it. At least I had a lot of water." Kurt gestured to the little trash bin near the side of his bed, where plenty of tiny paper cups and plastic water bottles occupied the space.
"Are you hurting anywhere?" Blaine asked, upset to hear about the food issue.
"Um, it's a little sore up here," Kurt pointed to his rib area, "But that's just a feeling I always get on bad days."
It was obviously a bad day for Kurt and Blaine together. With Kurt being stuck in a hopistal all day, and Blaine being bored at school because Kurt was stuck in a hospital all day made things worse. Rainy clouds didn't subtract to the problem.
"How's everyone?" Kurt asked when Blaine took his hand.
"Good," Blaine told him, "Everyone misses you like crazy."
Kurt giggled in an exhausted breath. "It's only been a couple of days."
"I know," Blaine shrugged, "Doesn't mean we can't miss you."
"I bet Azimio is going insane without anyone to slam into lockers," Kurt sighed.
"That's what I'm here for," Blaine smiled, which made Kurt grimace.
"He's been bugging you?"
"Nah, not a lot. Sometimes, mostly when you're not around. Luckily Puck's always around to fight him off just so I can awkwardly walk away."
Kurt laughed. "Well, I'm sure you could get out of there pretty unnoticeably."
"Because of my hobbit-ness, right?" Blaine rolled his eyes, which made Kurt almost squeal with delight at how funny the look of Blaine's face was alone. He was glad he could make such wonderful sounds and expressions come out of Kurt. Seeing his face light up with happiness, the light returning to his eyes and the sickness leaving his angel face, it relieved Blaine to let him know he wasn't entirely gone yet.
"I like your hobbit-ness, though," Kurt smiled, "I think it's cute."
"Let's hope I don't get a growth spurt," Blaine whispered before closing the little gap between their faces. The boys kissed lightly for a minute of two before Kurt suddenly stiffened and push Blaine away.
Blaine looked confused. "What-?"
There was a hand sealed over Kurt's mouth, while the other one pointed to the corner of the blue curtain that they were behind. His eyes were wide, a pale blue that Blaine had never seen before. Blaine's head whipped around, sending his curls loose as he spotted the small cardboard conatiners shaped like the shell of a peanut. Kurt began to gag, his body shaking as he clamped his other hand over the one already covering his mouth.
Blaine mentally cursed himself as he finally understood what was going on. Like lightning, he dashed over to grab one of the containers and in a second, he was benidng over Kurt's side. He gently but forcefully removed Kurt's hands from his mouth and held onto one of them.
Dry heaves came out for a while, including a few coughs, and just before Blaine was about to take the box away and call it a false alarm, Kurt proceeded to throw up into the peanut shaped box.
Blaine's hand instantly moved to Kurt's back, running up and down and then in circular motions in an attempt to calm the boy. He steadied the box, making sure it didn't tumble out of Kurt's lap. Blaine's heart clenched as he watched the person he loved instantly go from happy go lucky to sick cancer patient. He wanted so badly to do something to help him, but for now all he could do was keep whispering "Shh," over and over into Kurt's hair, rub his back and wait for the terrible wretching noises to stop.
With one final cough, Kurt was finished getting sick in the container. He pulled away from the box, sitting up slightly, and Blaine could tell that he was embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," Kurt squeaked.
"Don't apologize," Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head and then moved to dispose of the box. When he returned, he brought Kurt a tissue and a little cup of water that could easily be retrieved by pushing a button and placing a cup under an odd looking contraption that only a hospital would host.
"Ugh," Kurt whined as he accepted the water, "You didn't need to see that."
"Why are you treating yourself like you're a piece of trash, Kurt?" Blaine asked. "It's fine. I really don't mind. There's nothing to feel embarrassed about."
Kurt reached for his bag that was on the ground with a loud huff, pulling out a stick of mint flavoured gum. "It's just disturbing, is all," Kurt said as he slid the gum between his teeth and tasted the explosion of mint on his not-so-tasty tongue. Kurt reminded himself not to kiss Blaine on the lips any time soon. But he didn't dare tell this to him, or else he probably would have started protesting. Kurt crossed his arms and turned his head away, clearly humiliated because he puked his insides up in front of his boyfriend.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed. He moved behind Kurt on the fluffy white bed with rails and opened his legs so Kurt could easily lean back into him. And he did. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt as he lay his head back onto Blaine's chest.
"You're the farthest thing from disturbing," Blaine whispered into the back of Kurt's neck. "In fact, you're quite the opposite."
"Oh, really?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, but tried to bite back his smile.
"Really," Blaine said. He kissed Kurt's ear very gently, as if he wasn't even there. Kurt let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and he settled in deeper to Blaine.
"Why are you so good to me?" Kurt asked.
"I could ask you the same question," Blaine replied.
"What do you mean? All I'm good for is sitting around, looking like a zombie all day," Kurt said casually, like this was how he described himself all the time.
Blaine's arms subconsciously tightened on Kurt's body. "Kurt. I don't care if you come to my house at 3 am with a bouquet of flowers or serenade me in the middle of the mall. I don't care about any of that. You... you listen to me when I'm upset; you make me laugh when I don't even feel like laughing. Whenever we kiss and just like, are next to each other, I feel this warm vibe that you naturally emit. I love you, Kurt."
Kurt's eyes widened, allowing the tears that gathered there to spill over his ivory face. He smiled wide and shifted in Blaine's arms so that he was facing him, and Blaine didn't even bother trying to get rid of the tears. He liked these kinds of tears. They represented happiness, love.
"Is that... Do I really make you feel those things?" Kurt asked, disbelieved. He never knew he could make someone feel like this.
"Of course, Kurt," Blaine murmured into Kurt's skin. "Of course."
He could barely speak now, because the tears were overwhelmingly blurry, but he said it anyway. "You're the only one that I ever want to be with."
Blaine's heart stopped for just a few seconds. Kurt had never told him this before. "Really? I mean, are you sure?"
Kurt bit his bottom lip, looked straight into Blaine's eyes and nodded slowly. "Yeah."
All the images came rushing to mind. Kurt, never being sick again. A healthy glow wrapped around his body. Him and Blaine, graduating high school and moving somewhere big and grand where there were plenty of lights and cars. Kurt always mentioned New York. Growing old together, owning a house, starting a family. Blaine was the only one Kurt wanted to be with. Teenagers are always stupid and naive when it comes to dating, and this would usually be said just in the heat of the moment. It would never actually come true. But just by the way Kurt was looking at him, the way his blue eyes pierced into Blaine's face, the small smile, and the effortless little rubs that Blaine felt on his forearm...it was real.
After about five whole minutes of simply staring into each other's eyes, they moved at the exact same time and rubbed their noses together. The small, traditional Eskimo kiss that every couple shared.
When Kurt finally fell asleep in Blaine's arms after Blaine rocked him and hummed a tune he made up at the top of his head, Blaine really couldn't get up. Not just because he didn't want to, but because if he moved upwards, Kurt would for sure wake up. So instead, Blaine sighed, leaned back, and shut his eyes until the blinding hospital lights were gone.
"Shh, Rachel, you have to be quiet! Kurt could be sleeping," Finn's voice hushes from outside the curtain.
"I brought him cookies, though!" Rachel giggled. "I made them myself, of course. 100% organic, hand made and decorated with a gold star, by yours truly." Rachel skipped on inside, throwing back the curtain and instantly melting when she saw the sight before her.
"Rachel?" Finn asked. "What are you smiling a- oh."
Blaine and Kurt snuggled up together with a single white sheet covering their bodies. It was the most beautiful thing Rachel probably had ever seen, and as for Finn, he couldn't help but smile at the two. They just looked so happy.
Rachel set the cookies down on a desk near the bed, and whispered very softly, "Good night, boys."
She turned back to Finn, ushering him out the door.
"Let's come back later. I don't want to disrupt this."