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"God, Blaine, we were drunk. So, so drunk."
Kurt groaned, closing the curtains to the crappy motel room they must have rented. The light was giving him a headache. He threw all the clothes that were strewn across the floor behind him, struggling to find his pants.
"I knew I shouldn't have drank."
"I should never, ever drink. "
"Alcohol is not my friend."
"My head hurts."
Kurt muttered little things to himself constantly, wincing as he hit his head on the dresser. "Shit." He hissed, deciding to collapse on the bed next to Blaine.
"This does not mean anything, you know. We were drunk." He told Blaine firmly, turning on his side to face him. Blaine only had his boxers on, and he seemed pretty comfortable with that fact. He looked at Kurt, stroking his cheek gently with his fingers. He lifted his head so his lips were almost brushing against Kurt's ear. "I wasn't that drunk."
Kurt scoffed, pushing Blaine away and rolling his eyes. "Oh, okay. So, when you decided to give Santana a lap dance you weren't 'that drunk.'"
Blaine laughed at Kurt's words, but Kurt didn't look that pleased...or amused. "I never said I wasn't just a little drunk, Kurt. But I was sober enough to remember what you said to me before we made love."
Kurt blocked his ears stubbornly, singing an irritating, on-going song of la's. Once he noticed it was not having an effect on Blaine, he groaned in frustration. "Blaine, we did not 'make love'. We were drunk. It didn't mean anything."
Blaine sat up, resting his weight on his palms. "It meant something when you told me you loved me. That you always will, because I'm the only one for you."
"Blaine–"
Blaine turns to face him. "No, Kurt. You said you missed me. You missed my hugs. My lips. You missed my jokes and my voice. You said you missed my smile and my curls and everything, Kurt. You said that you missed me."
"Blaine–"
"Kurt, you said you wanted me back. That you always wanted me back and that you were too scared to admit it."
Kurt tries to talk again, but fails. "Blaine–"
"And then you wanna know what happened? You started crying, Kurt. And we took a cab here, and I held you." Blaine stopped, waiting for Kurt's interruption. When it didn't come, he continued. "I told you that I loved you and that everything will be okay. And you kissed me. You told me you wanted to do this."
Blaine waited patiently for Kurt's reaction. He stayed silent, however, twisting his body so he wasn't facing Blaine. When he didn't move from that spot, Blaine sighed. He scooted closer to Kurt, wrapping an arm tightly around his waist. He pulled Kurt's back into his bare chest, resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt?" He asked.
"What, Blaine?"
"I love you." Blaine pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek, running his fingers through Kurt's quiff.
"You need to stop saying that." Kurt grumbled, twisting once more in Blaine's arms so that his face was buried in the warm, muscular skin of Blaine's chest.
"No. Never."
Kurt was silent, which worried Blaine, but he did his best to shake it off. That was, until he felt Kurt's body quiver and his own chest becoming moist. He tried to move Kurt so that he could see his face, but Kurt wouldn't budge. Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's shoulders, holding himself to Blaine's chest. He didn't want Blaine to see him cry.
"Kurt, why are you crying?" He asked softly, his puppy-dog eyes coming out at just the thought of it.
"What if it happens again?" Kurt asked, his teeth clenched. He got free of Blaine's grasp, suddenly feeling cold. He crossed his arms over his chest, pacing around the room.
Blaine sat up slowly. He knew what Kurt was talking about, but he just couldn't bare the thought of it. "What if what happens again?" He whispered, his eyes becoming wet.
Kurt's steps quickened across the room. "What if I get caught up in work, and you feel neglected, and you find some random guy from Facebook and you...y-you...just, you–"
Blaine stood on his feet, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "I was stupid. I thought that you were moving on with your life and I wasn't a part of it–"
"And what if you think that again?"
"Then I'll talk to you. I'll kiss you. I'll hug you. And I'll tell you that I love you. And we'll figure it out." Blaine said, his hands moving down Kurt's arm until he reached Kurt's fingers, and he interlaced them with his own. "Kurt, when I did that, right after it was over, I knew that I never wanted to be with anyone else. I couldn't be with anyone else. Just you."
Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's. And Kurt kissed him back. And then, in that moment, it was just like normal. It was perfect.
Kurt pulled away slightly, wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine's muscular back. He pecked Blaine's lips once more, fully planning on talking after. Instead, Kurt repeatedly pecked Blaine's lips, over and over again. Softly and sweetly. Each kiss Blaine returned happily, with just as much sweetness, if not more.
"Don't let me go again. Ever." Kurt said quickly so he could get back to Blaine's lips.
"Kurt, I'm spending forever with you. And that's that."
Kurt sighed happily, loving the feeling of Blaine's smooth skin. He kissed Blaine's shoulder, nestling into his spot on Blaine's neck. "I'm looking forward to it." He murmured, closing his eyes as Blaine's strong arms wrapped around his waist tightly.
"So we're okay now?" Blaine asked, pulling his head slightly away from Kurt's, so that he could see his eyes as he spoke.
"Good as new." Kurt answered. "I love you too, by–"
He didn't have the time to smile or even finish what he was saying before Blaine crushed his lips to Kurt's once again.
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