There wasn't any Klaine action! Other than that scene with Karofsky, but still!
So yes, I cried. For fifteen minutes straight. Which gave me this idea (for some reason I don't understand)! The promo for next week made me squeal, though. And goddammit, Kurt/Chris is way too sexy for his own good! Did you see the way he thrusted his shoulders? **melts** And I screamed when I saw Kurt go, "Kurt Hummel is back at McKinley!" and throw his hands up. I mean, wow. Wasn't expecting for that to be in the promo, but I'm not complaining!
Anyway, enjoy!
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Blaine sat on his bed on a Friday night, watching the boy of his dreams prepare for a date.
Yes, Kurt had a date.
He was going to some fancy Italian restaurant that Blaine didn't care about with Daniel Ricers, and Blaine wanted so badly to kick the douche-bag where it counted. Blaine clenched his jaw at the thought of him. He hated the guy the minute that he had laid eyes on him.
OK, so that was a bit of an exaggeration. Really, Blaine hated him from the moment he saw him looking at Kurt.
He mentally smacked himself. Stop it! He thought. Kurt doesn't like you! He has a date, for God's sake! Blaine scolded himself, and observed the boy in front of him again as he laid down on his bed and put his hands behind his head. He watched Kurt fumble with his outfit and hair, and Blaine had to suppress a gasp when Kurt turned to look at him and sighed, because he looking freaking amazing.
Kurt bit his lip nervously, doing a small little turn that made Blaine's heart flutter. "How do I look?"
So goddamn freaking beautiful.
"Great." Blaine said stiffly, looking away. Kurt raised an eyebrow at his friend. He had been acting rather weird lately, and now Kurt could barely get a one-word reply from him. He walked over and sat down next to the distraught-looking teen, placing a hand on his knee.
"Are you OK, Blaine?" He asked, leaning in slightly, and Blaine decided that the look of concern Kurt was giving him was way too sexy to be legal, and looked away again. Kurt shifted.
"Nothing." Blaine replied, and Kurt giggled. Well, there goes my heart. Damn that boy and his adorableness...
"Blaine, I'm you're best friend; I know when you're lying." He said, and Blaine removed his hands from behind his head and crossed them over his chest. Kurt rolled his eyes and took Blaine by the shoulders, lifting him into a sitting position. "OK, no more mister nice guy, what's wrong? Tell me or else." He said, looking straight into Blaine's eyes.
"Or else what?" Blaine said, his tone never changing, and Kurt giggled again.
He leaned forward, fluttering his eyelashes almost seductively, and smirked. "Oh, you have no idea what Kurt Hummel is capable of." He said sexily, and Blaine blinked, before scooting away uncomfortably.
Kurt will be the death of me, I swear it.
Kurt patted his knee and stood up, climbing off the bed. "C'mon Blaine, talk to me." He said, his tone very teacherly-like.
"Wouldn't you rather talk to Daniel?" Blaine muttered, and Kurt gasped. Oops.
"Oh, so that's what this is about, is it?" Kurt demanded, his fists clenched. "What's the matter with you lately, Blaine? Ever since I started hanging out with Daniel you've been..." Kurt trailed off as realization crossed his mind. His eyes widened. "Blaine, are you jealous?" Kurt asked, a smirk threatening to appear on his perfect features.
Blaine scowled. "No, I'm not jealous, Kurt." He lied, and Kurt's anger returned.
"Well, what is it then?" He demanded, frustrated and angry.
Blaine shrugged casually and brushed past Kurt. "He just doesn't seem like your...type, is all..." Blaine said, and Kurt fumed.
"Oh? And what exactly is my type, Blaine? Considering you know everything." He seethed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Whatever, Kurt." Blaine said, grabbing a water out of the mini fridge they shared.
"Oh, come on, Blaine!" He practically screamed. "Do you just think that I'm just not good enough for him?"
"No, Kurt. I-"
"Did you think that I'm not able to take care of myself?"
"No!"
"Then why are you acting this way?"
"Because I love you, dammit Kurt!" Blaine blurted, and Kurt froze mid-rant, standing there like a statue. Blaine's eyes widened out of embarrassment in what he had said, but he still managed to stay angry. He continued. "There, I said it! Are you happy? I'm in love with you and I am extremely jealous, and I didn't want to tell you because the last thing you need right now is a boyfriend, and I'm supposed to be the mentor! I've tried to push you away and told myself that it's just a stupid crush, but its getting harder, and it kills to know that I can't to a God damned thing about it!" Blaine shouted, not caring if he was keeping half of Dalton up. His chest heaved with large breaths, and Kurt only stared, frozen to his spot. Blaine rubbed his temples with his thumb and fore finger.
Kurt finally found his voice. "You're...in love with me?" He asked, his voice squeaking.
Blaine sighed and nodded, and Kurt felt his eyes brimming with water. He went over to the bed and climbed on, kneeling in front of Blaine. He shook his head. "You're not supposed to say that." He whispered. Blaine closed his eyes in regret, but they shot up when they felt hands on either side of his face. He looked up and saw Kurt, with a single tear falling softly from the corner of his eye. "Because we're supposed to do this first." He said, even quieter.
And then he kissed Blaine.
It was a sweet, slow kiss, and colors exploded behind each of their eyelids as butterflies flew through both of their stomachs. They both pulled away, opening their eyes slowly, reluctant to lose the moment, and blinked.
After a minute or two of awkward silences, Kurt pulled out his phone and began typing furiously. He slid the phone into his back pocket, and, noticing the confused look on Blaine's face, smiled warmly at him.
"I had to tell Daniel that the date was off; I couldn't make it." He said, and Blaine beamed at him, looking the happiest he had been in a while. Kurt suddenly pulled him into a tight hug, which Blaine gladly returned. "I love you, too." He whispered, and Blaine almost died of pure happiness right there and then.
That night, the two boys fell asleep in each other's arms, with smiles on their faces.
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Yay for fluff!
Until next time, dear friends!