Surprise! And happy Tuesday!
Well, I did say on Twitter that depending on your reactions to the last chapter, I would consider updating early. And since you guys continue to blow my freaking mind, here's what I promised.
I can't even thank you for how amazing your comments and reviews were. I just hope you know what it means to me.
So… here it is. I hope you enjoy!
It was almost seven in the morning when Kurt got the call from Carole. He was laying awake on Finn's bed, staring at the ceiling, his phone placed on his chest. He startled a little when it buzzed, but he immediately accepted the call, holding his breath as he waited for whatever news Carole was about to deliver.
Fortunately, they were good ones.
"He's awake," she said, the smile clear on her voice.
"I'll be there soon," Kurt replied eagerly, and sat up.
He hadn't slept. Between how worried he had been about his Dad and the incident (stupid, stupid incident) in the kitchen last night, Kurt's brain hadn't stopped buzzing, making it impossible to fall asleep. He felt foggy, as if his head was full of cotton. But right now, he couldn't care at all: his Dad was awake.
He grabbed clean clothes from his bag and dressed quickly. He made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush his teeth and try to put some sort of order to his hair, but ultimately deciding that he really didn't care, so he just brushed it back to keep it out of his face. He didn't care about how he looked. He didn't care about the dark marks under his eyes. He just wanted to get to his Dad.
For the first time since they arrived in Ohio, Kurt regretted letting Blaine come with him. He could have completely avoided the awkwardness of knocking his bedroom door the morning after he kissed him in the kitchen of his father's house.
Blaine opened the door almost immediately. He was still in his pajamas, and Kurt could see Max sleeping in the bed behind him. Blaine's hair was insanely curly in the morning. Kurt wasn't sure he had seen it before. His fingers seemed to itch to reach out and touch, but after what had happened the previous night, he should have known better.
"Hey. Carole called. My dad's awake," he said, and just uttering those words sent warmth all over him, enough comfort to help him through this.
Blaine's relieved smile was completely genuine. "Oh Kurt. That's great."
"I'm gonna go to the hospital. You can stay here if you want…" Kurt offered, half hoping Blaine would prefer to stay. It would give him time to think, to unravel what the hell his heart was doing inside his chest.
"No, no," Blaine said shaking his head. "We're coming with you. Just give me five minutes to get dressed and get Max."
"Okay," Kurt replied, and turned to head downstairs. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready."
"Be right there!" Blaine called after him, before closing the bedroom door.
Mostly to give himself something to do, Kurt opened the cupboard and got the can of coffee. As soon as the coffee maker started and the scent of coffee began to fill the kitchen, Kurt felt some of his nerves and anxiety give up. His Dad was awake.
He realized, sometime after getting Carole's call, that at some point he doubted he would hear those words again. He had been so scared that he had already had his last conversation with him, that he would never hear his laugh echo through the house, that he wouldn't see his name on the caller ID, that the relief was almost a tangible thing, something he could hold on and squeeze against his chest, never to let go of.
He couldn't wait to get to the hospital.
Blaine walked into the kitchen with Max in his arms just as Kurt was pouring the fresh coffee into two travel mugs. "Let me heat up Max's formula, and we can go."
Two minutes later they were in the car, pulling out of the drive way. Kurt drummed his fingers on his leg, nervously. He tried to think if there was ever a time when he felt so awkward around Blaine, but he doesn't think that ever happened. Even before he started working for him, getting to know him better, it had been so easy…
"I'm sorry," Kurt said suddenly. Blaine glanced at him quickly before looking straight ahead again.
"You don't have to…" He began to say, but Kurt interrupted him.
"Yes, I do. What I did last night… God, that was so inappropriate," he hid his face in his hands for a moment. He couldn't forget the feel of Blaine's lips on his, the way his heart had been ready to beat right out of his chest. It had been so perfect. But it had been so wrong, too. "I was just… you know, stressed, and slightly insane. I wasn't thinking straight. I'm really sorry."
"You were upset," Blaine replied, shrugging a little, his eyes still on the road. "I can understand that, Kurt. You really have nothing to apologize for."
"I just don't want to ruin…" Kurt gestured vaguely at them. And he was seriously concerned about that: Blaine had given him the best job he'd had to date. He didn't want to waste that because of a little moment of weakness. The kiss would stay engraved in his mind forever, but it wasn't worth losing everything for.
"You can't ruin it. It didn't mean anything," Blaine smiled a little, but Kurt couldn't help notice it didn't reach his eyes. "We all do crazy things when we're upset."
The silence that followed, interrupted only by Max babbling nonsense from the backseat, was so charged that Kurt was afraid to move. It didn't mean anything. It had meant everything to him. But he couldn't tell Blaine that. So, just as he had done for the past few months, Kurt swallowed all his feelings and pretended things were back to normal. He had become the most expert of performers since falling in love with Blaine.
"So, what else did Carole say?" Blaine asked, as he took a turn to the left.
Kurt was glad for the question. As he filled Blaine in, he began to relax a little bit. It would take a while for him to look at Blaine, at his lips, and not remember the way it had felt to kiss him, but this was a good start. They needed to get back to normal. Kurt wasn't wasting a perfectly good job because he wasn't able to hold back his stupid feelings.
Once they arrived at the hospital, Kurt just couldn't walk fast enough to his father's room. Blaine followed close behind, Max hanging on to his neck and laughing as if they were racing, playing, just one more day of shenanigans. The sound warmed Kurt's heart a little bit, let him heal him just that little bit more.
They were reaching the door when Kurt noticed there was a group of nurses leaving the room. He panicked. What if something had happened? What if he was too late? What if…?
He pushed the door open all the way and rushed into the room, not realizing he had grabbed onto Blaine's forearm in alarm, and was pulling him along with him.
Burt Hummel was sitting against his propped pillows, looking moody and annoyed, if not a little pale. There was a tray in front of him, with the most unappetizing breakfast food Kurt had seen in his entire life, and Carole was standing beside him, smiling fondly as she straightened his blankets.
"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, and as he ran towards him, he felt like he was a kid all over again. Seeing his Dad always had that effect on him. The years simply blurred and disappeared, and he was just a little boy, always eager to let his father catch him.
"Kurt," Burt sounded tired, but the smile on his face was entirely genuine when he saw his son.
Kurt threw his arms around his father's neck and held him tight, but making sure he wasn't hurting him. "Goddamn it, Dad. You have to stop scaring me like this."
"Sorry," Burt mumbled against his kid's shoulder. "I didn't exactly plan it."
"How are you? What did the doctor say? Why were all those nurses in here?" Kurt asked frantically, pulling away so he could study his father's face.
Burt rolled his eyes at his eagerness. "I'm fine. The doctor didn't say anything new. I need to exercise, and rest, and eat well. The same thing he's told me the last two times. And those nurses were bringing me this poor excuse for a breakfast and checking all these machines." He shrugged, like he didn't care. He looked almost completely normal, except for the exhaustion so clear on his face. It was obvious he was trying to look stronger for Kurt. "And who are these two?"
Kurt startled. He had almost forgotten Blaine and Max were standing behind him. "Oh, these are Blaine and Max. Blaine, this is my Dad, Burt Hummel."
Blaine stepped forward and offered his hand to Burt. "Very nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel. I'm very happy you're doing better. Kurt here was really worried."
Burt's eyes shifted from Kurt to Blaine as he shook Blaine's hand, and then back again. "Nice to meet you, too. Thank you for keeping him company. You didn't have to come all the way here."
"Max and I are very fond of your son," Blaine said with a little smile. "We didn't want to leave him alone."
Kurt looked down at his shoes. He wished Blaine didn't say those things.
Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulder gently to get his attention. "I'm going to give you guys some privacy. Max and I will go to the cafeteria. Meet us there or text me later, okay?"
Kurt simply nodded, and didn't say another word, keeping himself busy by adjusting his father's breakfast tray.
Burt let himself fall more heavily against his pillows and watched his son. "So, you two…"
Kurt blinked at him, shocked. "What?"
"What's going on there?" Burt asked. He looked like he was almost ready to go back to sleep.
"Nothing," Kurt replied, again very focused on the tray. "He's my boss. And my professor."
Burt chuckled sleepily. "And the guy you're head over heels for, huh?"
"What? Dad, I'm not…"
Burt's eyes fell closed. "Kid, maybe you're fooling him. But you can't fool me."
Kurt exhaled a shaky breath. He really didn't want to talk about this. "Go back to sleep, Dad. I'll be here when you wake up."
Burt nodded absently, and just before sleep took him, he mumbled: "… he likes you too."
Kurt stared at him, mouth hanging open, before he glanced up at Carole, who simply shrugged at him, with a little smile.
"He's never wrong about that stuff," she muttered.
"Blaine's not…" Kurt began to say, his palms getting unusually sweaty. "We're not…"
"Kurt, it's fine," Carole assured him softly. "You're allowed to be happy."
Except he really wasn't. Not when he had fallen for the wrong guy.
It wasn't easy to keep Max entertained in a hospital. Blaine thought it was better to just stay at the cafeteria, where at least Max didn't have to be absolutely quiet not to bother other people. He put all the toys he had brought with them on the table and played with him, as he sipped a second cup of coffee and popped bits of banana muffin into his mouth.
As usual, Max began throwing plastic cars in every direction as soon as all the other games seemed to bore him. Blaine tiredly picked them up over and over again, a little distracted. He hadn't slept much the previous night, not after what had happened in the kitchen with Kurt. Not after Kurt had kissed him. Not after he had kissed Kurt back.
He knew he was being stupid. Kurt had been upset, and had turned to Blaine for support, and things had gotten out of hand. Kurt probably didn't mean anything with that kiss, but the fact that Blaine had kissed him back just as enthusiastically made everything complicated: how could he explain to Kurt (his employee, his student) that he had kissed him back because it just felt so right?
It had taken him completely by surprise. He thought of Daniel (the guy he was supposedly falling in love with?) and he couldn't remember their kisses ever feeling like this.
He closed his eyes and sighed. He was definitely being stupid. He was stressed from work, and coming here with Kurt hadn't exactly been relaxing either. And being in hospitals always made him nervous. He just wasn't thinking straight. Once he could put some distance between himself and what had happened, everything would start making sense again.
Blaine saw Kurt step into the cafeteria, looking around obviously trying to find them, so he waved a little to get his attention. Kurt's eyes fell on them, and approached the table, letting himself fall on the chair opposite Blaine's.
"How's your Dad?" Blaine asked, as Max made grabby hands for Kurt.
Kurt pulled the kid onto his lap. "He's doing okay. He fell asleep again. The doctor says he'll be tired for a while, and we should let him sleep." Kurt shrugged. "Nothing he haven't heard a million times before. But at least it looks like he might be home by the weekend, if he doesn't give us any more scares."
Blaine smiled warmly at him, honestly relieved. "That's great news, Kurt." Instinctively, he reached for Kurt's hand, but as soon as his fingers brushed his skin, Kurt flinched away. Awkwardly, Blaine retracted his hand. "Uhm. Do you want me to get you some breakfast? More coffee?"
"I'll go get something in a minute," Kurt replied, avoiding looking at Blaine by keeping his gaze on Max. He cleared his throat. "I was actually thinking… you know, now that my Dad is awake and things seem to be going well… I'm going to stay with him here practically the entire day, and I don't think a hospital is a nice place for Max to be hanging out at…"
Blaine frowned for a moment. "You want us to go home."
"No, no, it's not like I want you to go…" Kurt retorted uncomfortably. "It's just… you know… I feel bad that you guys are just wasting time here when you could be home. And you are missing work, and I know how busy this week was for you…"
Blaine watched Kurt fumble with excuses for a few more seconds before he forced a smile on his face and shook his head. "Hey, it's fine. You're right. I'll book our flights for later today, okay?"
Blaine wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but it looked like Kurt was breathing a sigh of relief.
On Saturday morning, Kurt drove his father's truck from the hospital to the house so slowly that Burt grunted in annoyance from the backseat.
"Kurt, seriously. You can drive a little faster. At this speed, we won't be home by Easter," he said.
Kurt paid no attention to him. "You didn't walk out of the hospital after your third heart attack only to end up in a traffic accident. Let me drive, Dad."
Once they were home, Carole helped Burt get into his pajamas and right into bed while Kurt went to the kitchen to make a healthy lunch for him. Burt knew it was better not to protest, and was secretly pleased that his family wanted to keep him around so much that they were willing to become a pain in the ass for it.
It wasn't until mid-afternoon, when Carole had gone grocery shopping and Kurt was keeping his father company, asking him every five seconds if he wanted to have a cup of tea or if he needed a blanket, when Burt finally asked the question that had been buzzing in his head for the past few days.
"So, what happened with Blaine? He went back to New York so suddenly."
He could feel Kurt getting tense next to him, before he forced himself to relax. "Oh, he couldn't stay so long. He was nice enough to come along, but he has work… he's really busy."
"I see," Burt nodded slowly. "It was really nice of him to come with you, though, make sure you weren't alone when you were so upset."
Kurt was suddenly very interested on the cover of a sports magazine they had bought for Burt when he was still at the hospital. "Sure. He's a nice person."
"I bet he is," Burt said calmly. "Otherwise you wouldn't be in love with him."
Kurt choked out the fakest laughter Burt had ever heard from him. "What? Dad, don't be ridiculous. I thought I made it clear back at the hospital that Blaine and I…"
"Look, Kurt, I might be old and sick, but I'm not blind," Burt said, stubbornly. "And I know you better than anyone. I see the way you look at him. And I hear a lot of what you don't say when we talk on the phone, too. You've been crazy for this guy for a while now, huh?"
Sometimes, being Burt Hummel's son was absolutely infuriating. "I hate it when you do that." He mumbled, angrily.
Burt looked dumbfounded. "When I do, what?"
"When you just know," Kurt exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. "It's so hard to keep stuff from you, and you always want to talk about them, and I don't even want to think about it because it's stupid, and pointless, and absurd, and so fucking inappropriate, and it hurts."
Burt's eyes widened as Kurt spoke. "Kurt…"
"Why are we talking about this?" Kurt asked, and the pain in his eyes was so clear, that Burt's heart squeezed in his chest. "I mean… if I have this stupid crush on someone I shouldn't think of that way… why? Why would you encourage it? Why aren't you telling me to forget about it?"
"When have I ever told you that your feelings are stupid or unimportant?" Burt frowned. "Kurt, I raised you to always go after what you want, to always pursue your own happiness, no matter what other people think…"
"I can't this time, okay?" Kurt said, hating himself for the tears he could already feel burning in his eyes. "I've listened to you, I've tried to live by everything you've ever taught me… but this? I can't do this, Dad."
"Why not?" Burt shrugged. "Okay, so he's your boss. He's your teacher. He's a little older. Ordinarily, I would tell you to stay away. But I've seen you with him. He's a good guy, and he cares about you. And when you're near him you look like you…"
"Even if all those things didn't matter," Kurt interrupted, because each of his father's words hurt like hell, "it would still be impossible. He has a boyfriend, Dad. He's… not interested in me. And I can't blame him. He must look at me and see one of his students, just a kid, someone who doesn't have life all figured out…"
Burt snorted. "Kurt, no one has life all figured out."
"Please," Kurt begged, in just a whisper. "Just let it go. I don't want to talk about this. I need this time apart from him to be useful to actually forget about this stupid crush that I…"
"I don't think it's just a crush…" Burt mumbled, and Kurt glared at him angrily. "Fine."
Kurt looked defeated. He leaned on his father's side, and Burt immediately lifted his arm to wrap it around him, squeezing him gently. It wasn't easy to see Kurt like this. It had been a long time since he had let life get him down, probably since high school, when everything had been so hard, so complicated. Burt had thought that once Kurt left Lima, the universe would reward him for everything it had put him through so far. And he had hoped, every day, that Kurt would be able to find the love he hadn't found here.
"It looks like we both have some healing to do," Burt murmured with a sigh.
Kurt allowed his lips to form a little smile. "Then I'm glad we get to do it together."
It had been a hectic week for Blaine. After returning to New York, he had to make up for the time he'd been gone. It was incredible how fast work could pile up while you looked away for a moment. And considering Kurt was still in Ohio, it was even harder for Blaine to be able to catch up, since he had no one to stay with Max.
Sam was just as busy as he was, and Daniel was in Jersey covering a sports event. But even if Daniel had been available, something told him it wasn't a good idea to leave Max with him: even though he wasn't bawling every second they were in the same room, Max still hadn't warmed up to him very much.
In the end, Blaine ended up taking Max with him to his office hours. Sam agreed to have him in his office during a couple of Blaine's classes, and on Friday one of his neighbors agreed to have Max over on a playdate with her toddler. It wasn't ideal, but it was a temporary solution. Still, Blaine couldn't help but miss Kurt.
It was dangerous to have those thoughts, however. Ever since the kiss, things had seemed so entirely confusing. Blaine knew they both needed to put it behind them, since it hadn't meant anything, or things would get incredibly awkward. They needed each other - for work, of course - and it would have sucked if they couldn't be in the same room because they both were thinking about that incident all the time.
Blaine texted Kurt a couple of times, mostly asking for updates on Burt, and then decided to give him some space. Once he knew Burt was safely home, recovering with the help of his son and wife, Blaine sent his best wishes and told Kurt to enjoy his time with his dad and let him know if he needed anything. It was implied that he wouldn't be texting him anymore until it was absolutely necessary, and after Kurt told him he would spend spring break in Ohio and would be back in New York the following week, it didn't seem like there was much reason to keep talking, anyway.
It was weird, but the apartment felt a little emptier without him.
Max certainly seemed to miss him, looking around for him all the time.
Daniel was finally free on Saturday night, so they agreed to do dinner at Blaine's. Blaine learned it was incredibly difficult to try to make a quiche while chasing Max around the apartment at the same time. By the time Daniel arrived, Blaine wasn't on the best mood. Daniel gave him a peck on the lips and followed Blaine into the kitchen.
"Sorry, the food's not ready yet," Blaine muttered, as he leaned over to look into the oven. "Max's been impossible today. He demanded my attention and began running all over the place. I can't believe I was so excited when he took his first steps. I had no idea what I was getting into."
"Relax," Daniel said with a little smile, rubbing his shoulders. "Tell me how I can help."
"Set the table?" Blaine asked, with a pitiful look on his face. Daniel chuckled and complied.
It wasn't their most romantic dinner. They could barely utter a word: Max sat on his high chair, struggling to set himself free and throwing food everywhere. He cried and screamed, and drowned any attempts at conversation. Blaine closed his eyes in frustration, appetite lost.
"What's wrong with him? Do you think he's getting sick?" Daniel asked curiously.
"Actually, I think he misses Kurt," Blaine explained, as he freed Max from the high chair and sat him on his lap. "It's been an atypical week for him, what with going to Ohio, and then being dragged around because Kurt wasn't home to stay with him…"
Daniel's dark eyes followed him. There was a guarded, careful expression on his face that was absolutely unreadable. "Is Kurt's father doing okay now?"
Blaine sighed. "It's hard to say, after a third heart attack. I think he's as well as he can be. At least he's out of the hospital now."
Daniel nodded with his head slowly. After a pause, he said, suddenly very interested in his napkin. "It was very nice of you, going all the way to Ohio with him…"
"Yeah, well, he was very upset," Blaine said, as he tried to feed Max. He didn't want to send him to bed with an empty stomach.
"Still, it's a lot more than any employer would do…" Daniel commented nonchalantly. "You're so kind."
"Please, he's so much more than just some guy who works for me," Blaine huffed, so focused on Max that he didn't turn to look at Daniel's face. "He's basically saved my life. I couldn't get anyone to stay with Max. Max adores him, you've seen how happy he gets when Kurt walks into a room. He's great. I don't know what we'd do without him."
It was so difficult not to think about that kiss right now.
Getting Max to sleep was almost as impossible as getting him to eat. Blaine read him a book, sang him three songs, swayed him all around the room, and nothing seemed to work. He finally fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion, and Blaine left his bedroom, closing the door behind him softly. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and sighed, feeling just as tired.
Daniel appeared in front of him, cupped the back of his head and kissed him. "You look like you need to go to bed as well," he said, and Blaine couldn't agree more.
Except sleep was the farthest thing from Daniel's mind. As soon as they were in Blaine's bedroom, he began to take Blaine's clothes off frantically, as if he'd had to make a great effort not to undress him during dinner, and now his resolve was finally breaking. Blaine let himself be pushed onto the bed, and Daniel straddled him, kissing him fiercely, hands travelling south.
Things got heated very soon. It wasn't usual for Daniel to be so desperate, to kiss and touch Blaine everywhere, almost desperately. The sheets soon became a mess of lube and sweat, and holding Blaine's hips in the air, Daniel buried himself into him with a sigh that sounded mostly of relief. Blaine hummed his appreciation, closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the sweet pull of pleasure. But Daniel seemed to want more. His hands were everywhere, his lips trying to reach every inch of Blaine's skin. His thrusts were erratic, his puffs of breath hit the back of Blaine's neck.
"God, Blaine," he muttered, sounding on edge already. "God, Blaine, I love you."
Blaine, who was pushing back with every thrust, suddenly froze. Pleasure seemed to melt away from his body, replaced by a cold tightness.
Daniel gasped, suddenly realizing what he had said. "I… Blaine…" His fingers were digging painfully into Blaine's hips. When Blaine didn't say anything, he simply whispered: "Blaine?"
"Daniel… I…" Blaine's head felt unexpectedly foggy. He knew there was something he was supposed to say, he just didn't know what and why.
"You are not in love with me, aren't you?" Daniel asked softly, and Blaine turned his head awkwardly to look at him, which wasn't easy in his current position.
Blaine couldn't think, not like this. Slowly, cringing, he pulled away from Daniel and fell on his back on the soiled sheets. Daniel hovered over him, staring expectantly.
Blaine had been in love before. He remembered what it had felt like - the way his heartbeat sped up when he saw him; how he couldn't avoid smiling when he was around; how he was the first thought on his head at the beginning of the day, and the last one at night. he thought back to the last few weeks with Daniel and how nice it had been having someone to go out for dinner with, someone to hold hands with as they walked down the street, someone he could talk about his day with. And he thought: I should love him. Everything seemed to follow into place, nothing had been wrong, Blaine should have been able to just say those words back.
But he couldn't.
When he didn't reply, Daniel chuckled humorlessly and rolled onto his back. He stared at the ceiling. "Wow. I can't believe I got it all wrong again."
"No, Daniel, I…" Blaine shook his head. He was confused and so, so sorry. "I'm sorry. I don't know what…"
"You know, for a while I thought things were so perfect. I was hopeful," Daniel said bitterly. "But then I saw you with Kurt, and I should have known."
Blaine frowned. "Kurt? What do you mean?"
"Blaine, please," Daniel looked at him, incredulous. "You talk about him all the time. The way you two behave around each other… it's just painfully obvious. And I was really stupid for somehow thinking it wouldn't be a problem."
"I don't understand," Blaine said, sitting up and reaching for the sheets to cover himself. It was already uncomfortable having this conversation: having it naked was almost unbearable.
"Don't tell me you don't have feelings for him, because I honestly won't believe you," Daniel rolled his eyes and leaned to get his underwear from under the bed. He began dressing quickly. "And even if you really don't see it yet… you're head over heels for him."
Blaine wanted to laugh. It was so ridiculous. But the laughter never came, and something about the way his heart was hammering in his chest gave him pause.
That kiss.
That damn kiss.
"Daniel…" Blaine called him, as he buttoned up his shirt. "This is so… I'm sorry. I'm not even sure what's happening. But I never meant to hurt you, and…"
"I know," Daniel gave him a smile, even if it wasn't a happy one. "You're one of the good guys, Blaine. I'm actually pretty sad this didn't work out."
Blaine was still trying to find a way to refute what Daniel had said. Having feelings for Kurt sounded completely insane. Even if that kiss had been amazing, and he couldn't stop thinking about it, and the way Kurt had gasped into his mouth was engraved in his mind like the most perfect sound he had ever heard. And those eyes, so mesmerizing, so breathtaking, that he could stare at for hours and still never figure out exactly what color they were, constantly morphing bluegreygreen. His smile, always so honest and perfect and sweet, and the way they seemed to fit together whenever they touched and how…
Holy shit.
Daniel was now completely dressed. He looked at Blaine for a moment, sadness written all over his face. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips briefly. "Bye, Blaine."
"I'm sorry," Blaine said, because it was the only thing he could think of.
"Not more than I am," Daniel whispered, and then turned on his heels and walked out his room. A few seconds later, Blaine heard the front door closing behind him, and Daniel was out of his life.
Shivering, Blaine crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stood under the water spray for a very long time, until the water went cold, trying to make sense of everything. That kiss. Had Blaine been feeling this for long without even noticing? That kiss. How could he be so damn clueless? That kiss. Had Kurt noticed, just like Daniel had? That kiss. Was that why he had kissed him? That kiss.
That kiss, that kiss, that kiss.
Blaine left the bathroom and changed the sheets. It was past midnight, and he felt so tired, but he laid there, staring at his phone for a very long time, considering texting Kurt, ask him how he was doing, maybe even calling him. Now that he knew this (something that suddenly felt so fragile and new and confusing), he wanted to explore it. He wanted to study the way his body reacted to interacting with Kurt: would he notice the racing of his heartbeat now? Would he shiver feeling the electricity whenever Kurt touched him?
Was it possible that Max had known all along? Was that why he kept reaching for Kurt, pulling him closer into their lives?
"This is insane," Blaine mumbled into the night, and even though it was definitely insane, it still made so much sense.
Like a puzzle piece had fallen right into place. The picture was complete now. And of course, of course it was Kurt.
How had he not seen it?
I mean… FINALLY, BLAINE.
Can't wait to read all your comments on this one.
See you guys again on Saturday!
Love,
L.-