Note (yay! I remembered this time!): First, thanks for the follows, favorites, and reviews! I had strongly considered leaving off after the first chapter, but after all the encouragement, decided to go ahead. I've thought of a lot of possibilities for continuation, so I may post a Chapter 2.2 also. Not sure yet. Will definitely let you know!
The walk back had been quiet and gorgeous, the two boys engrossed in each other. The other Dalton kids, David and Wes, had quickly grown tired of the mushy-gushy boy love happening beside them, and trudged briskly through the snow back to the dorms, leaving Robbie to witness the adorable that was Kurt and Blaine.
Robbie was ecstatic for her best friend. She'd watched Blaine struggle so much while they'd been in school together, and she'd lent a kind ear to him while he'd made the strange transition from public to preparatory school. They'd shared how hard it had been for both of them to come to terms with and embrace their sexualities, and how difficult it had been for each of them to find even half-way plausible partners. Neither one really being satisfied with the brief relationships they had attempted away from each other.
Watching Kurt and Blaine, arms wrapped around one another, gazing longingly at each other between kisses made Robbie's heart sing and cry simultaneously. She was happy for them, she really was. Yet part of her yearned so deeply for someone of her own to stroll through the snow with and steal kisses from.
"Kay, boys. As sickeningly adorable as you are, I'm gonna run ahead. It is too cold."
The boys smiled back at her while Blaine dug in his pocket for his key. "Here, so you can get in," he offered to her, but she was a third of the way down the street already.
"No worries, I'll get David to let me in!" she called back to them with a wink lost over the distance.
When they finally reached the dorms, they found a post-it from David on Blaine's door.
Staying with Wes. Room's yours, lovers! - D
"Well," Blaine turned to Kurt with a mischievous smile, placing another peck on his lips, "Would you care to come inside?" He unlocked the door and gestured dramatically for Kurt to enter.
They had stripped off coats and blazers before either noticed the bumps in David's bed. Robbie lay curled on her side, back to them, breath slow and even. Kurt's excitement fell slightly to take her in, still half dressed in Blaine's shirt and spare tie. On the other hand she looked peaceful there.
Blaine lovingly watched how Kurt observed the tiny girl with affection. He was glad that his best friend and his – dare he believe it – boyfriend had taken so quickly to friendship. Both of the people in the room with him now meant so much to him. He gently brushed his lips against Kurt's temple and whispered, "You're welcome to stay, if you want."
Kurt nodded, turning towards the room's other twin bed, loosening his tie. "I'll just be a moment," the boy with the beautiful curls mouthed as he gestured toward and disappeared into the bathroom. Unsure, really, where the night might lead at this point, Kurt decided at least to get comfortable, and undid his buttons. He carefully folded his uniform into a neat pile, setting it on the desk. When Blaine reemerged, Kurt sat on Blaine's bed in his striped blue undershirt and pink boxers wishing he'd classed up his underwear that morning, a navy and crimson Dalton blanket across his lap.
Blaine, in a plain white tee shirt and pinstriped boxers, was, as usual, breathtaking. He crossed from the bathroom to his sleeping former 'girlfriend' to loosen the tie around her neck so she wouldn't accidentally suffocate in her sleep. She stirred as he worked to remove the striped silk, and he cooed softly into her ear. He tossed the strip of fabric over a chair, smoothed her hair, and turned back to his expectant boy.
Blaine slunk up the bed towards Kurt playfully, on his hands and knees. He brought himself up close, face to face with the younger man's stifled giggles. He drank in Kurt's soft features in the darkened room, and tenderly leaned in for another kiss. They'd been kissing off and on all night, but now there was a yearning, a quiet sense of urgency as their lips moved together. Kurt's lips parted beneath Blaine's mouth and a pleasant, warm tension flooded their bodies. He savored the deepening kiss before pulling back from Kurt's delicious mouth.
Kurt stared back at him with shining blue eyes.
"Kurt, I care for you so much, and I want you so badly. And I need to know I'm not pressuring you in any way. We should take this slowly. I need to take this slowly. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes. Of course," he replied before throwing his arms around the curly-haired boy and burying his head in his chest. Taken a bit by surprise, but happy, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled him down against the bed with him.
Kurt had never had much, if any experience with men as objects of his affection. He'd had crushes and entertained fantasies, but never been in a relationship. He was happy to move as slowly or quickly as his dark-curled lover required. Lover! He thought to himself with sleepy excitement.
They lay together, arms around one another, gazing into each other's eyes. There hearts raced and then calmed together with each caress and kiss, until finally sleep washed over them.
Kurt awoke slowly, as if someone had been quietly, rhythmically whispering in his ear over a period of time. When his senses had mostly returned to him he found himself laying with Blaine, curled against his side, head upon his chest, legs entwined. The even thrum of the man's heartbeat sounded steadily against Kurt's cheek, but this wasn't what had woken him.
It was still quite dark behind the lavish Dalton draperies, so it could not have been dawn birds singing. The wall clock's steady tick was little more than white noise and could not be the source. Then, all of a sudden, he heard it. A mumbling murmur from across the room. Sleep-spoken words, perhaps? Alert now, eyes gazing across the plain of Blaine's chest, fixed to the point where Robbie lay in David's bed. Ears tuned to pick up the faintest of sounds.
The petite girl shifted in her sleep, the sound coming again. "No... Please... Don't..." she says to some dream and the quiet room.
Kurt waited, watching and listening for more stirring. He was almost content that she'd drifted into a deeper realm of dreams when her body gave a sudden jerk and the words came again. "No... Don't... Please..."
Her breath came less evenly. Kurt's brow furrowed with concern as his mind worked quickly. He placed a careful yet firm hand against Blaine's sleeping chest and shook steadily to wake him.
"Mmmm... Kurt?" the lovely boy murmured as he regained consciousness.
"Blaine? Blaine? I think something's wrong," he whispered urgently in Blaine's ear.
The elder boy smiled lazily up at his partner propped between himself and the wall. But the creases in Kurt's face sharpened his awareness. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly, turning to follow Kurt's gaze across the room.
"No... No!... Please!..." the words now clearly issued from Robbie's delicate mouth, no longer mumbled sleep-utterances. Her frame shivered beneath her blankets.
Kurt felt his companion tense beneath his hand as Blaine took in his fitful friend. He gently pushed Kurt away from him as he swung himself over the edge of the bed. He could hear Kurt sit up behind him, feel his eyes at his back. The shorter man, head a mess of disheveled curls, padded across the carpet, alighting at the edge of the other bed.
Robbie's body convulsed again in her sleep, a breathless "No" escaping her mouth.
The young man sat beside her, reached out a careful hand to soothe her worried brow. "Robbie?" He asked quietly. The tension began to leave her body, and the muffled murmurs of waking replaced the fretful words. Blaine felt a hand on his shoulder and tilted his cheek against the warmth of Kurt's presence.
Robbie's eyes blinked hard and confused against her new wakefulness. Clouded with sleep, they seemed not to recognize the faces floating above her. Blaine watched her face twist into something like fear and sudden realization of an unknown villainy. She rolled, turning away from the two boys, and Blaine caught a glimpse of tears on her cheek glistening in the barest hint of light in the darkened dorm.
"Robbie?" her former 'boyfriend' whispered, moving his disregarded hand to her shoulder. He felt her body shudder with silent sobs, and turned back to see his concern mirrored in Kurt's face. He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "Robbie? What's the matter? Has something happened?"
She sniffed and inhaled sharply. "Just a bad dream..." she mumbled to the wall.
"A nightmare?"
Her whole body shifted in a nod of confirmation before another wave of sorrow passed through her. Blaine's kinky curls bobbed with acknowledgment in the dark as he sighed slowly.
Kurt shifted behind Blaine, moving to perch at the foot of the bed, gazing with apprehension towards the head. His partner clambered onto the bed, now wrapping his arms around his friend to pull her upright with him. He lent against the wall and half-cradled the small woman against him.
"Shhh, shhhhh... It's alright... Just a dream..." he cooed to her, stroking her disheveled hair. He smiled sadly over to his partner, who thankfully slid closer to the pair.
"Shhhhh... Shhhhh..." Kurt breathed against her hair, echoing Blaine's sentiments. He tentatively wrapped an arm around her too, squeezing his handsome partner's shoulder. The older boy pressed a kiss against her temple and wiped a tear from her cheek. Her eyes were closed again, and her sobs seeming to subside. But her petite frame still shook in the young men's arms.
"Thank you," she whispered against Blaine's chest. "Thank you both." A little smile crept to her lips, and she opened her eyes to to meet Kurt's. He smiled gently back before swiping a delicate finger the length of her nose.
"Don't worry," he teased, "Us big, strong, girly-men will protect you."
That brought quiet giggles to each of them. Blaine continued to softly caress her matted locks with one hand, while tracing a swirling pattern with his thumb against his lover's arm.
"Mmmhmmm," she mumbled with a hint of sleepy sarcasm, "it'd take an army of lesbians to protect you two fruitcakes... Beautiful fruit... And cakes..."
Blaine was a little shocked at her choice of words, but Kurt just giggled some more at her sluggish and disjointed attempt at humor. And that amused the curly-haired crooner. He leaned across his sleepyheaded friend and met Kurt's lips with a kiss. They were content just to be together, with the dozing girl and each other in their arms.
The door quietly cracked open, and David and Wes tiptoed into the dorm room, camera phones at the ready. They'd been hoping to catch the new lover's snuggling adorably together. Not for blackmail (they were respectable Dalton boys all the way, after all) but simply for the sheer amusement. They'd withstood the furtive glances and mounting tension between their two friends for quite long enough, and were happy and relieved that there was finally something to show for all their self-control. It had taken a lot for them not to just lock the two in a wardrobe until they admitted their feelings for each other. It was better that it had happened naturally.
What they found, however, surprised and kind of shocked them.
The bodies lay three-deep across David's bed. Kurt lay pressed against the wall, his feet poking out at the end of the bed. His arm reached across Robbie's petite body and held Blaine's hand. Robbie lay snuggled between the two larger boys, her head tucked beneath Kurt's chin, tiny fists curled against Blaine's back. Blaine lay on the outer edge of the bed, one arm crossed over his chest, clasping Kurt's outstretched hand. The other arm lay to his side, resting along the length of Robbie's leg.
They looked like a mismatched family, nestled together there. Two lovers, protective half-brothers to their dainty ward and sister.
The two boys nodded to one another and carefully tiptoed back into the hall. Bemused grins upon their faces.
"Ya know, I never really pictured Kurt as a 'big-spoon' type of guy," David commented. Wes slapped him across the chest with a "Don't even!" look on his face.
It melted away quickly, though. "Well, he is technically taller..."
Again, I've thought of a few possibilities for continuations from Chapter One. I like this one, but I don't love it. I want to develop some sort of drama, but I also want to keep it humorous, so... Your constructive criticism and reviews are much appreciated!