April 2013
Kurt was drunk. Very, incredibly drunk. He sighed morosely and stared down into his now empty cup.
"It's sad." The slurred syllables spilled out a touch louder that absolutely necessary. The drunken mass of blonde hair next to him blinked her eyes sleepily.
"Hmm? What's sad?"
"My cup." Harper looked at him for a moment in a way that that made Kurt think that there was a chance he wasn't actually speaking in English anymore.
"Why is your cup sad?"
"Because it's empty." Kurt felt like he might cry. Well, that was just highly illogical. Harper however nodded sagely.
"Of course. How about I get you a refill, Kurt?" Without waiting for his answer, she took the cup out of his hands and began weaving her way through the dancing mass to the drink table on the other side of the room. Kurt sank deeper into the couch cushions and cursed his friend's ability to sound like she wasn't utterly wasted. It just wasn't fair. Suddenly Harper was standing in front of him again, thrusting the red cup awkwardly close to his face. Kurt blinked in confusion. It didn't seem like she had been gone nearly long enough for her venture to be successful, but the strong scent of cheap vodka emanating from his cup convinced him otherwise.
Moving slowly so as to appear in control of his own limbs, Kurt took the cup. Harper collapsed gracelessly next to him.
"What were we talking about?"
"What?" Kurt asked, blinking blearily. That song. That song that was playing. It was ... important somehow. What was it?
"Were we talking about someone being sad?"
"Yeah. No, I mean." Kurt paused to peer groggily at the speakers. "Oh yeah. No regrets just love."
"What?"
"I said I have no regrets. This song is telling me to have no regrets."
"What, Teenage Dream?" Kurt looked at Harper and suddenly shouted.
"I think I'm in love with him." Harper tried to follow his previous line of sight, obviously not understanding that it was the music he had been trying to look at. Duh.
"Which one?"
"Huh?"
"What?" The exchange stalled as both were overcome with a fit of giggles. Kurt took a moment to try and collect his thoughts. He had the feeling that this conversation might be important somehow.
"I'm talking about Blaine. My Blaine." Kurt decided that swaying drunkenly into Harper and putting his head on her shoulder would help to get his point across. So he did. "He's going to live with me next year, you know." He and Harper had never discussed Blaine before, as far as Kurt could remember, so she probably didn't know, but that didn't seem to faze her.
"Is he hot?"
"Oh, yeah. So hot. Like, his face is just so. And his arms." Kurt had to sit up in order to look into Harper's eyes. That seemed very important. "And I get to be Meg Ryan."
"Why?" Harper acted like this was the most reasonable conversation in the entire world. Feeling suddenly incredibly sad again Kurt sagged back against her.
"Because no matter how hard I try I don't think I can ever stop loving him." Harper put her arm comfortingly around Kurt's shoulders. He sniffed, beginning to cry a little.
"I just want to be with him so much." Harper squeezed his shoulders comfortingly.
"So tell him." Kurt sniffed again in response. "If you're Meg Ryan, then you just need to tell him." Kurt wasn't sure if she somehow actually understood the metaphor or if she was operating on drunken intuition here, but all of a sudden it seemed like the best idea in the entire world. The night seemed just a little bit brighter.
The semester was ending soon, and then Kurt would have an entire summer to make up to Blaine for his distance the last year. And then they would live together. And go off together and just love each other forever and ever. Because tomorrow, Kurt was going to tell him how he felt.
Of course, one thing that Kurt wasn't counting on was being drunk enough to have no memory of this conversation the next morning. So telling Blaine how he felt was something that would just have to wait.
...
December, 2013
When Blaine returned from taking what was probably the longest piss of his life, he found Kurt still standing awkwardly in his doorway. Suddenly feeling shy, he put his hands in his pockets.
"Hi." Blaine said. Kurt smiled sheepishly.
"Hi. I didn't know if I could go in. I mean, I didn't know if you wanted to go to bed. With me." Kurt's eyes widened as the realization of what Blaine could think he was implying hit him. "No, I didn't mean it like that. Or I guess I could, if you wanted ... well, shit." Blaine laughed, a previously unheard high-pitched giggle. He then quickly flushed at the sound coming out of his mouth.
"Sorry." Blaine's voice was soft. "I'm a little nervous." Blaine's nerves had the effect of relaxing Kurt. At least he wasn't the only one who had ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING CLUE what he was doing here.
"Well, that's just silly. We've been friends for how long now?" They were standing very far apart. Kurt bravely took a step forward encroaching just slightly on Blaine's personal space. Blaine's flush deepened, but he didn't move away. "I think we should be able to talk about this like everything else without being nervous. Or embarrassed."
"Complete honesty policy?" Kurt nodded.
"Complete honesty policy." Blaine took a deep breath.
"Ok, then. Completely honestly ... this is ... a lot. And kind of sudden. Not that I don't want it," Blaine amended quickly as the saw Kurt's eyes darken slightly, "and I guess it's not sudden at all, depending on how you look at it. Kind of inevitable in some ways, just, ok, I think I'll just stop talking now." Blaine looked a little bit like he wanted the wall behind him to swallow him whole. Great, now Kurt was nervous again. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.
"You know we don't have to do anything. Tonight, I mean." Kurt felt a little breathless. "Or ever, I guess, even though I was kind of hoping ..." Kurt trailed off, blushing furiously.
"Ok." Blaine spoke quickly, the relief evident in his eyes. "I mean, ok to the first part anyway. I was also, kind of, well, yeah. So maybe we put this on hold just for tonight and talk about it again in the morning? Once we've slept and, um, changed." Blaine looked like he was noticing the wrinkles in his shirt for the first time.
"Ok." Kurt tried to sound happy but he couldn't help but be a little bit disappointed. He had not waited for Blaine for three years just to kiss for 30 seconds and then have the most uncomfortable conversation of his life. In a hallway. At 5 in the morning. Blaine smiled at him, a little hesitantly. Kurt found himself returning it automatically. "Goodnight, then."
"Goodnight, Kurt. Sleep well." Kurt stood in the hallway for a second longer trying to decide whether hugging Blaine would be a natural way to end the night, or just kind of a buzz kill, before just smiling again and turning to walk into his bedroom.
Well, ok. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting. But it maybe wouldn't be too bad. All Blaine's discomfort meant was that it was exceedingly important to him to not screw this up. Yeah. It had nothing to do with him not finding Kurt attractive or regretting the kiss already or fighting the desire to run in terror from the apartment.
Well, fuck. When your overactive imagination puts it that way, it's hard to imagine a worse ending for the night where you essentially tell your best friend that you want to be with him forever and have his unborn children.
Even if that isn't exactly anatomically possible.
Kurt pulled off his shirt with a sigh and debated whether or not it was worth it to put on pajamas for just a couple hours of sleep.
"Kurt?" Blaine was standing in the doorway, having changed into sweatpants and an old faded t-shirt. Kurt turned automatically at his voice and then instantly had to fight the urge to cover his chest with his hands. Because the way Blaine was looking at him was seriously putting a hamper on their ability to hold an intelligent conversation.
Blaine was blushing. It the last 5 minutes Kurt had seen him turn about 16 different shades of red. And each one was just as damned attractive as the last.
Blaine dragged his eyes back up to Kurt's face. "I was just thinking that maybe you would want to sleep in my room. With me. But not with me, just, you know."
"Yeah, yeah I get it. And yes. Yes I would." Pajamas suddenly seemed like a very necessary idea. "Could you just ... give me a moment to change?" Blaine started nodding a little overenthusiastically.
"Yes, absolutely. I'll just be in my room then. Ok." And on that incredibly awkward note Blaine turned on his heel and went into his bedroom, wondering if it would be physically possible to suffocate himself with his own pillow in the time it would take Kurt to change his pants. Because that seemed like a better option than continuing with the most painfully uncomfortable night of his life. But that thought naturally led into thinking about what Kurt looked like changing on the other side of the wall, and one thing led to another, until all of a sudden Kurt was walking into the darkness of Blaine's room and Blaine was staring at that stupid wall with a dreamy expression on his face, and oh my god what a creeper he must look like just then.
Kurt stopped at the foot of the bed.
"Is there a side you prefer to be on? Because right now you're kind of in the middle, and ..."
"Oh, either is fine." Blaine scooted to the left and picked at a thread in the comforter as he felt the bed dip as Kurt's weight settled next to him. Kurt lay his head on the pillow and looked at his (boy?)friend, leaving a good half a foot between their faces.
"Hi." Kurt said softly.
"Hi." Blaine hesitantly reached out and laced his fingers with Kurt's. He lazily dragged his thumb across the lines on Kurt's palm, sending little tingles of sensation down his spine. And in that simple moment, both boys felt all of the tension in the room dissipate. This was nothing to be nervous about. This was just them. What they always were, and what they always would be.
With a happy little sigh, Blaine closed his eyes, and with tangled hands still the only parts touching, both boys drifted off to sleep.
...
Kurt woke first the next morning to find Blaine sprawled across the bed, one leg hanging off the edge, one arm flung across Kurt's chest, and his mouth hanging open.
God, no one had the right to be that adorable. Kurt allowed himself the luxury of basking in the sight for a moment before twisting his head to look at the clock. 9:32. Well, shit. That meant both of them were late for class. Turning back to look at the sleeping boy next to him, Kurt was surprised to discover how much he didn't care.
In fact, he was fully prepared to spend the rest of the semester in this bed, finals be damned. But Blaine should probably have a say in this.
"Blaine." Kurt began gently stroking up and down the arm that was on top of him. "Blaine." He repeated, louder.
"Mmmf?" Blaine made an undecipherable sleep noise of inquiry. Kurt could feel himself grinning like a fool.
"Wake up." Kurt hesitated briefly before impulsively leaning forward and kissing Blaine on the tip of his nose. Long eyelashes opened slowly and Blaine looked over at Kurt with a smile of heart stopping sweetness.
"Well, good morning." Blaine pulled his arm back and propped his head up on his hand.
"We missed class." Kurt said sheepishly. Blaine shrugged and smiled.
"Somehow, I can't seem to care." Kurt's smile deepened.
"Wanna know a secret? Me neither." Blaine reached out and gently pushed a lock of hair back from Kurt's face.
"Wanna know another secret? I really, really want to be your boyfriend." Kurt's heart stopped at Blaine's admission. He saw Blaine's face start to fall. He really needed to stop it with this blank looks at all of Blaine's heartfelt confessions thing. Blaine pulled his hand back.
"I'm sorry. Was that too soon?" Kurt barked out a laugh of relief.
"Too soon? Blaine, I was ready for you to be my boyfriend the moment you first took my hand on that staircase at Dalton." Blaine instantly relaxed.
"Oh. Ok, good. You just looked a little scared there for a minute." Kurt shook his head emphatically.
"I'm not scared. Nothing about this scares me, Blaine. I just sometimes can't believe that you're actually saying those things to me outside of my imagination." Blaine continued to look at Kurt, his eyes darkening with intensity. When he spoke, his voice was hushed.
"Nothing about this scares you Kurt? Not even a little bit?" Kurt felt his breath catch as he realized what Blaine was alluding to. He blushed, but fought through his embarrassment to reach out and lay a gentle hand on Blaine's cheek.
"No, Blaine. I'm not scared for anything we have ahead of us." Blaine reached up and covered Kurt's hand with his own and looked at Kurt with such love that Kurt had to resist the urge to suddenly rip both of their clothes off.
Not that it wasn't tempting. But Kurt had the feeling that it would mean more to them in the end if they took their time. And he knew Blaine well enough to know that he would most likely want to talk everything to death before anything really happened. So for now Kurt just slid his hand around the back of Blaine's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was tender and soft, and a promise for everything that their future held. Blaine's warm hand slid down to grip Kurt's waist and they lost themselves for a moment in the sheer pleasure of finally discovering what the other's lips tasted like.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered softly.
"Yeah?"
"You know this is the happiest I've ever felt, right?" Blaine just smiled, and when he spoke his voice was so full of emotion that Kurt felt like his heart was about to burst.
"I hope so. I want you to be."
AN: Yeah, so that's pretty much it with this story. An epilogue is soon to follow just to kind of tie up some things from Blaine's perspective. Thank you all so much for sticking with my maiden Klaine voyage, and please follow me on tumblr (same name). Because I only have one follower. And that's just embarrassing.
I would love to hear everyone's comments on this story, and if you guys are interested in the possibility of some future installments in this verse, or have any questions you would like me to answer/cover in the epilogue, please let me know!