Update: I'm reposting this chapter, so if you get another alert, that's why. My beta realized I posted the nonedited version of it, so I'm putting it up again. :D
Hey, guys! I'm back early! Whoop! :) So, yeah, I had a lot of free time over the weekend, (including a six and half hour drive from Vermont) so, bam! This chapter exploded. Speaking of this chapter, it is NOT part two of Competition Week. I'm working on that now. It's a little on the shorter side (this chapter, that is). It's more of a little filler thingy. But it's very important, and very heartfelt, and very, very, very FLUFFY! Yay for fluff! :)
On another note… "On My Way" tonight, guys! Woooh! I'm nervous and excited at all at once. Yet very, very depressed, because this means another hiatus, and those are bitches, and this one is very long. -_- *le sigh*
Also, I heard that Blaine and his brother (Cooper) are going to be doing a "super sexy mash up" of Duran Duran. One of the song possibilities is Rio… and like, do you guys remember when Kurt suggested that for the Warblers? Well… I mean I know the Warblers wouldn't be the people doing it, but I'm not sure if I should be happy that they might be doing the song, or not. It's just odd. If they do end up doing that song, I at least hope that Kurt gets a reaction. That'd would be good, right? Oh well, this rant was so totally pointless. Just my thoughts on randomness. Uh, yeah.
Anyways: Chapter Nine!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Although I kinda wish I owned Darren Criss. And Chris Colfer. I would give him to my friend Lucas.
Blaine stood under the hot stream of water from his shower. As much as he wanted it to, he knew that the heat and the pounding jet wouldn't wash away his stress. He shampooed and scrubbed down his body quickly, eager to talk to Kurt, yet dreading it so much. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to will himself out of the bathroom. He stepped out of the shower and looked at the slightly fogged mirror. You can do this, he told himself.
He could though. He had nothing to worry about. This was Kurt. His boyfriend Kurt. Kind, compassionate, moral, beautiful Kurt. Kurt, who would always listen to Blaine, no matter how stupid or immaterial his problems seemed to either of them. Kurt, who loved him.
Blaine took a deep breath and towel dried his loose, damp curls, and threw on the jeans and T-shirt that he had brought with him into the bathroom. He ran his fingers over the printed 'NO H8' on the shirt, and took another breath. You can do this. He'll understand you and your stupid problems.
Blaine raked his fingers through his hair, and then opened the door to his room, finding Kurt sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, waiting. He was just staring into space, and it seemed as if he didn't realized that Blaine had emerged from the bathroom. His hair was immaculate as always, and his Dalton blazer was hanging on the back of the chair at Blaine's desk. Even sitting, distraught Kurt still looked as beautiful and elegant as ever. His pale, soft hands were folded in his lap, his white sock clad feet were tucked underneath him, and his eyes were glowing a misty greenish gray, as they usually did when he was nervous, scared, or stressed.
Blaine shut the door behind him with a click, and then Kurt looked up at him, a half smiled etching itself on his face. "Can I sit?" Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt chuckled softly. Blaine practically melted at the sound; it was like the music to his ears. "It's your bed, Blaine."
Blaine blushed lightly. "Oh, um, right. Duh." He walked over to his bed and sat across from Kurt, near the end of the mattress. He neatly tucked his legs into an Indian style position, and looked around the room at nothing in particular. He fiddled his thumbs nervously, not even looking out the window that his eyes were transfixed on.
Then he felt a pair of hands over his own. Blaine looked at Kurt at the sound of his voice and the feel of his hands. "Blaine," Kurt chastised, "calm down. Just talk to me. I won't get angry. I won't judge you. I'll never judge you." Kurt's eyes showed his honesty, and he leaned forward and kissed Blaine oh so lightly. Blaine instantly calmed at his lips, wanting to deepen the kiss, but Kurt's lips were gone almost as quickly as they were there. "I'll listen," Kurt whispered.
Blaine took yet another deep breath, and said, "Okay." Kurt squeezed their still clasped hands reassuringly. "When I transferred to Dalton, it was at the beginning of my freshman year. I had gotten bullied really badly at my old school, and we had this Sadie Hawkins dance. My friend, the only other out guy at the school, and I went to it together. Not even as a date, just as friends. And… and, these guys, well, t-they beat the living crap out of us. I got away with a broken wrist and some scratches and bruises. My friend had two broken ribs and a sprained ankle. That's why I ran. I was scared. I didn't have enough courage. I just ran like a scared little boy."
Blaine was about to continue when Kurt interrupted him. "Blaine Anderson, you listen to me right now. You are not a coward. You didn't act like a scared little boy. You are brave. You are courageous. You ran to protect yourself from the bullies. You were protecting your safety - your life. Don't regret it. I remember you saying that you did when we first met. Please don't undermine yourself like that, Blaine. You are the most courageous, beautiful, brave, valorous person I have ever met. Never doubt that."
Blaine entwined their fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing them. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You did it yourself."
"No, Kurt. You helped me." Blaine kissed his forehead and removed one of his hands from their tangle of fingers, and brought it up to stroke his cheek.
Kurt never said anything in reply to Blaine other than a soft, subtle smile; Blaine took this a cue to keep talking. "So, when I arrived at Dalton, I heard about the teams they had. Wes and David had taken me under their wing, and taught me the ropes of the school. They reintroduced me to my love of music - I had always kept up with the instruments and listening, but I hadn't trusted myself to sing, because bullies had called my singing 'gay' and 'faggy,'" Kurt winced at the word, "so, I stopped singing for a while. They told me about the Warblers, and helped me improve my voice. Eventually I got my audition, and I became more of myself again. I got so good, I became their lead soloist. People noticed me. They liked me. I turned back into the happy, bubbly, friendly person that you know me as, and what I was before the people broke me. When they showed me the sports that we could play, I immediately took interest in all of them. My father had taught me how to ride a long time ago, so I took up polo right away. I learned the rules, I bonded with Lajos, and got really good. I rode almost every day. I found fencing at about the same time. It looked really neat, so I got trained and joined the team, and found out I was really good at it. I had talent. Then, I found the last sport that Dalton has to offer: boxing."
All of the sudden, Kurt was crawling off of the bed, undoing his tie, and opening the door, slipping it on the handle, and shutting it again. Blaine smiled gratefully, and Kurt moved back on the bed, sitting against to the headboard and patting the spot next to him. "Come sit with me. I know this is hard for you. A little cuddling could never do you harm." Blaine smiled and crawled next to his boyfriend who put an arm around him and kissed his cheek.
"I joined the team and trained. Hard. The more I trained, the better I got. I got stronger. I got muscles and became toned. I was proud of myself. Then I realized that when I was upset, I would practice. I would take it out on the bag. It would always help to relieve the stress and the pain, or hurt, or whatever emotion I was dealing with. All of my friends found out about my habit, so when they knew I was upset they would know where I was, and they wouldn't bother me. They just knew. So when you found me like that earlier, it caught me off guard. I had never wanted to expose the sad, angry side of myself to you. I never had a mask around you, but I just felt like I shouldn't show you my flaws - like it would make me a bad boyfriend, and that it was a bad thing. So I flipped at you. I regret it and I'm mad at myself and I-"
"Blaine," Kurt interrupted, "I need you to listen to me. Please."
"Okay."
"I need you to think back to about two months ago. When was that?"
"Uh, you were still at McKinley, right? Like, early November?" Blaine tried to remember, and his eyebrows scrunched up.
"Exactly, and what did I tell you when I met you?"
Blaine cocked his head at his vague question. "Um… practically everything."
"Precisely. I told you everything - all of my problems, my issues, my faults, my interests, my desires, everything. And you accepted me for it. You took me in as your friend, and did everything you could for me. You gave me advice, you came to me when I was at my weakest and needed help, and then you gave me the thing I needed most - friendship. You think I wouldn't do any of the same things for you, Blaine? I love you, and accept you for everything that you are. I understand that you can get upset and mad and stressed - everyone does. I need to see those sides of you; otherwise we will never be able to last. Do you understand what I mean, baby?" Kurt asked, taking his hand and pressing it to Blaine's cheek bone, stroking softly, looking him directly in the eyes.
Blaine took a shaky breath. "Yes. Thank you, Kurt. Thank you for understanding, and being so compassionate and considerate. I promise to always come to you when I have a problem, although I can't guarantee that I won't punch it out, too."
"That's okay, Blaine. Thank you for entrusting me with this, but it's good to let it out - both vocally and physically, and if hitting a punching bag is what you need to do, that's okay." Blaine breathed out again, and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt played with his loose curls that were still damp from his shower. Blaine looked drained and tired, and it was still early in the evening. "Do you want to skip dinner tonight, and just relax and watch movies in my room later?"
"You're an angel, Kurt. That would be awesome." Blaine's eyes fluttered shut, and Kurt dropped a light kiss to his forehead.
They sat in silence for a while, just enveloped in each other, trying to forget how worked up they had both just been.
"Hey, Blaine?"
"Hmm?" Blaine responded groggily.
"Can… can you tell me what made you go to the gym today?"
"Oh, um, yeah. I actually forgot that I didn't tell you." Kurt shook his head lovingly, yet in a joking manner at his boyfriend's forgetfulness. "It's actually a lot of things… mostly stress though."
"What are you stressed about, baby?" Kurt asked honestly, rubbing his hand up and down Blaine's arm, then stopping at the top, and toying with the hem of his short sleeve.
"Well, everything, really. Okay, that's a lie. Not everything. I mean, schoolwork, family, the performance Friday, - I have had literally no time to rehearse yet, and I'm leading in three songs - and the competitions. I mean, I know I'm good, and I mean that in the least cocky way possible, but I don't want to disappoint anyone if I lose, and I don't want to let anyone down. Plus, being on all three teams really takes a toll on my body, and I'm always just exhausted. Plus, the polo match came really close. What if we lose?" Blaine was starting to get worked up again, and he was growing more and more frustrated as he spoke. "Shh…" Kurt hushed softly. He tilted his boyfriend's chin and kissed him again. Blaine immediately grew less tense and pulled himself closer to Kurt, not letting him pull away. His kissing grew more anxious and messy, and Kurt used a lot of force to break away.
Blaine realized what he did, trapping Kurt there, and his expression grew nervous and apologetic. "Oh, Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"Blaine, it's okay." Kurt smoothed Blaine's hair reassuringly.
"It's not okay! I'm just under so much pressure and I feel like I'm going to snap! I can't do this to you, Kurt. I'm just making you deal with my problems." Blaine's eyes welled up with tears and they spilled over immediately. "I'm so sorry. I'm taking advantage of you."
Kurt raised his thumb to Blaine's face and wiped away the tears. He kissed his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and the tears as they kept rolling down. "No," Kurt whispered. "You're not. You need to let it out. I don't care if you kiss me like that. You'll be okay, I promise, Blaine."
"I'm worried, too, Kurt. I'm worried about Quincy. Please don't hate me for it." Blaine spoke through tears, and his voice cracked more than once. "I just… I see the way he looks at you, and I know that he wants you. It scares me. I know that you won't do anything, but Quincy is scary, and he will. I'm sorry… we talked, and you promised… I f-feel-"
"Shh…" Kurt consoled again. "It's okay, baby. I know that you feel like that. It's okay. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. Let me help you feel better?" Kurt asked the question tentatively, unsure if Blaine wanted his aid. Blaine just nodded mutely, focusing on stopping the tears - composing himself. "Just trust me." Blaine nodded again. "Okay, can you lie all the way down for me, Blaine?" He took his pillow and put it under his head before lying down flat on his bed, arms flopping beside him, eyelids shutting. "I'm just going to try to get you to relax, okay?" Blaine just breathed out, not really responding, but Kurt took it as an okay. He pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's slightly parted lips, then whispered against them, "Blaine, I'm going next door to get a few things, then I'll be right back."
"Fast?" Blaine whispered back in a timid, hopeful kind of way.
"Fast," Kurt confirmed.
When he returned to the room, he had two lavender scented candles, matches, and sandalwood scented body oil. Blaine cracked his eyes open at the noise of Kurt's returning, and was curious as to what his boyfriend was holding.
"What do you have?" Blaine croaked, his voice slightly hoarse from crying.
"Candles and body oil, and no, I am not trying to seduce you." Blaine cracked a smile, despite himself.
"Why?"
"Aromatherapy. Lavender candles: the smell calms the nervous system, relaxes the body, and enables blissful sleep. Sandalwood body oil: it's a calming agent, it relieves nervous tension, and helps you relax. I did a lot of research when I was getting bullied at school, and this and bubble bath would help me calm down. I didn't know if I was going to need it here, I hoped not, but better safe than sorry, right? Now, we don't have bubble baths at Dalton, but I figure I could help you in the best way I can."
"Mmh…" Blaine let out, not exactly responding, but eager for Kurt's help. The countertenor lit the candles and set them on the desk, the scent taking over the room right away. "Kurt, that smells awesome." Kurt smiled, but didn't say anything. He moved the oil on to the bedside table, but didn't use it just yet. He needed Blaine to be a little less tense first.
Kurt crawled onto the bed again, not lying down completely, but staying on his side, hovering slightly over Blaine. "I'm going to kiss you, okay, baby?" Kurt took one of his fingers and smoothed over Blaine's bushy eyebrows. He looked at his boyfriend for a minute, just drinking him in, admiring his beauty.
"Okay," Blaine whispered. Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine lightly on the lips, just sweetly, moving his lips only ever so slightly, keeping only their mouths pressed together, nothing more. He could feel some of the tension wash out of Blaine immediately. He moved his lips to his forehead, to his nose, to his cheeks. He kissed all over his face, only moving back to lips every once in a while, letting their kiss get deeper each time, but never allowing their tongues to meet. Kurt kissed along Blaine's defined jaw and down his neck, paying a lot of attention to his collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark, but only one. He took time in between his kisses to caress Blaine. He felt the warm, tan skin beneath his fingers, tracing the contours of his face, the dip of his collarbone, the hair at the nape of his neck. He whispered sweet nothings to Blaine, watching his facial features relax as the smell of the lavender and Kurt's the feel of treatment took over.
"I love you," Kurt whispered. "Everything about you. Your eyes, your hair, your face, your ears, your cheeks, your personality, your jokes, your sappiness, your fun-loving aura, your bubbly-ness, your flaws, too. Every little thing." He kissed Blaine one last time, who just let out a big breath, and opened his eyes to meet Kurt's.
"I love you, too. Thank you for that. I feel a lot better." Blaine let out a yawn, and his eyes shut again. "Come cuddle with me."
"Oh, no Blaine. I'm not finished… Do you trust me?" Kurt asked, needing his trust before he did the other thing he had in store.
"Of course. More than anyone I know."
"Good. I'm going to need you to take off your shirt, and then flip on to your stomach, okay?"
"Okay…" Blaine answered a little skeptically. He did as he was told though, and sat up, removing his black T-shirt and rolling over, so his stomach was facing into the mattress, and his muscular back was facing up.
"Are you sore?" Kurt asked, moving off the bed and grabbing the bottle of oil that he had put on the night table.
"Ugh," Blaine groaned. "Yes. So sore."
Kurt smirked. "Good. Now, don't be alarmed but…" he trailed off, and moved back towards the bed, and gently lowered himself onto Blaine's lower back, oil still in hand. "I'm going to give you a massage, okay? Just relax, don't be tense."
"Mmh. Okay, love," Blaine responded quietly, eyes closed. He let himself loose, completely letting go. Kurt poured some of the oil onto his hands and rubbed them together, making sure they weren't too cold.
"It's going to be a little cold, okay, baby?" Kurt warned. Blaine mumbled some sort of okay, and Kurt drizzled some of the liquid on his boyfriend's back. He lowered his hands to Blaine's shoulders and squeezed, already feeling the knots there. He pressed into the warm skin, kneading gently. He spread the oil all over Blaine's back, seeing it shine a little in the dim lighting of the dorm room, where only a lamp was illuminating the space. Kurt pressed his knuckles into the dip of his spine, and ran his fingers over the distinct bones of his shoulder blades.
Once all of the oil was rubbed in, the smell was mixing into the rest of the room, swirling with the lavender of the candles. Kurt moved his hands to Blaine's biceps, squeezing here and there, trying to remove the tension there, too. Blaine was letting out little noises and hums of contentment as Kurt worked on him.
The countertenor leaned down and pressed a kiss to the nape of Blaine's neck, and continued kneading into the middle of his back. Kurt weaved his hands into Blaine's almost dry hair, and ran his fingers through the curls, and rid it of all knots and tangles, relishing in the smoothness and softness of all of it.
"You're beautiful," Kurt whispered as he removed his hands and brought them back to Blaine's shoulders, pressing hard as he found a knot and worked it out. He shifted backwards a little bit, so he was almost, but not quite, - more like half - sitting on Blaine's butt. He pressed both of his thumbs into the dimples of Blaine's lower back, loving the little happy sigh his boyfriend let out.
"Can you sing to me?" Blaine asked quietly, mirroring the question Kurt had asked the other afternoon.
"Of course." Kurt thought for a minute, and then decided on a song. He sang softly, slightly slowing down the tempo of the song, still rubbing Blaine's back.
You're stuck on me
and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though
I try to hide, I like you
I like you.
I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe, you got me, yeah
You got me.
The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours
it knocks me off my feet
Oh, I just can't get enough
Find my stoup I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of.
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.
I can't imagine what it'd be like
Livin' each day in this life, without you.
Without you.
One look from you I know you understand
This mess we're in
you know is just so out of hand.
Oh, I just can't get enough
Find my stoup I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of.
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.
I hope we always feel this way
I know we will
and in my heart I know that
you'll always stay
Oh, I just can't get enough
Find my stoup I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do
Oh, I just can't get enough
Find my stoup I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.
Oh (oh)
You got me. You got me.
Oh (oh)
You got me. You got me.
"You got me," Kurt whispered, and began to pepper soft little kisses throughout Blaine's back, stopping and paying more attention to certain places. He paused behind his ear, and whispered sweetly, "I love you."
"I love you, too." Kurt rubbed his hands along Blaine's back one last time and slowly crawled off of him, curled up behind him, and then wrapped his arms along his bare torso. "Kurt, thank you. That was amazing and so nice. You're the best."
"Anything for you, baby." Blaine turned in Kurt's arms, and looked him dead in the eye with a look that only showed pure love. Kurt kissed him deeply, letting their tongues meet this time, and letting Blaine take control. When they pulled apart, Blaine pressed their foreheads together lovingly.
"Kurt? Can you take your shirt off, too? I want… I want to feel you. To feel close to you." Blaine spoke timidly, nervous that Kurt would think it was weird.
"Okay," Kurt responded, letting go of Blaine and sitting up. He unbuttoned his white dress shirt, let it fall off of his shoulders, and then folded it neatly, placing it on the end of the bed. He lay back down, falling gently into Blaine's awaiting arms.
"You got me, too, Kurt."
Jeff was getting annoyed. There was a tie hanging on his door, and there had been for the past hour and half. What was he gonna do? Piss Blaine off? He could only spend so much time in Nick's room. He finally decided to knock on his door, not caring if his roommate got mad at him. He rapped loudly three times on the door, and got no response, not even an angry grunt or a "Go away!". He thought about it for a minute, and decided to go in.
He swung open his door, and was immediately met with the delicious smell of lavender and sandalwood. At first, he was angry because he thought the room was empty, as there was no response to his entrance. Then, he peered over to Blaine's bed, and saw Klaine curled up together, foreheads pressed together, sleeping. He saw the candles lit and the body oil on the bedside table. Jeff smiled fondly at his two friends, and he gently set down his messenger bag on the loveseat near his bed in the far side of the room. On a whim, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick picture. He pocketed his cell phone and sauntered out of the room, deciding to leave his friends in peace. He would shower in Nick's room, instead of having to worry about whether or not the spray would wake them up.
"Were they in there?" Nick asked as Jeff reentered his and Cameron's room.
"Yeah, but check this out," Jeff said, pulling out his phone and opening the picture he had just taken.
"Blackmail material?" Cameron asked hopefully, looking up from his copy of 1984.
"No, idiot. It's cute," Jeff uttered.
"Oh, and it's of Klaine? Lemme see!" Cameron sprung up from his bed and sped over to Nick's, where Jeff was sitting next to his boyfriend. He peered through their shoulders and saw the photo of the two sleeping boys. "Aww, they're so cute. But it's not helping with the whole 'gay school' facade."
Niff glared at Cameron, but the latter just kept smiling, saying that he was joking around.
"Go read your book, Cam," Jeff ordered, and Cameron just walked back over to his bed and picked up his book again.
Blaine awoke to the soft music of Corinne Bailey Rae and a pair of soft lips against his neck. The scents from the candles and body oil were still present, and it flooded him will a sense of relaxation immediately - not that he wasn't relaxed already. "Kurt?" he asked. Kurt mumbled nonsense against his neck and kept kissing and sucking. He moved to his jaw and then finally to his lips. Kurt pushed Blaine flat on his back and crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs. When Kurt pulled away, he went down to Blaine's collar bone and chest, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"You. Are. So. Hot," Kurt said between kisses on his stomach. He moved back to Blaine's lips. "Gorgeous." He kissed behind his ear. "How are you so beautiful? How did I get so lucky?" Kurt shook his head and kissed Blaine again, this time with more fervor. "God, I love you, Blaine." He kept kissing him, over and over and over again, pulling away and looking into Blaine's wide eyes, still shocked at the situation, and then kissing him again. "So, so, much."
"Kurt," Blaine repeated, though not as a question this time.
"Hmm?" Kurt responded after he kissed Blaine's nose.
"Kurt," Blaine said, more roughly and demanding.
Kurt's eyes widened at the forcefulness in Blaine's voice, and he immediately sprung off of him, and hung his head. "Oh, God, you didn't like that. I scared you, and you think I'm weird because I woke you up like that, and oh, God. I feel so stupid."
"Kurt," Blaine said again. "Stop talking." Kurt shut his mouth just as he was about to keep rambling. "Honestly, I can't think of a better way to wake up. It's just you weren't really responding to me, and I wanted to talk to you. In case you couldn't tell by the way I was kissing back, I was totally fine with it. More than fine, really. What's gotten into you?"
"Mmh… you. I mean I'm not really sure if you heard any of the things I was saying before, but yeah. That. I meant every single word."
"Hmm… get back here, you." Kurt crawled back on top of his boyfriend and was pulled down for a kiss right away. "I think you're the hot one. So fucking hot." Kurt gasped at his swearing, but was extremely turned on at the same time. "Gorgeous." They kissed again and kept kissing until they were rudely interrupted by none other than Jeff. "Again, Jeff? Really?"
"Sorry, Blainers, I thought you were still asleep. You missed dinner, by the way." "We know," Blaine responded through gritted teeth, and holding Kurt's hips gently as he was trying to crawl off of him. "Did you not see the tie? How did you know we were asleep?"
"I came in here earlier, while you were asleep. You had the tie there, for like, ever, and I needed to shower. Sorry, Blainey. I didn't stay though; I showered in Nicky's room."
"It's okay, Jeff," Kurt amended.
"I just came because we have polo practice tonight, Blaine. Big game on Thursday."
"Eh, I know. I don't really feel like going. I'm way too exhausted. Tell coach that I need to rest and that being on all three teams is taking a toll on me. He'll let it slide."
"Okay," Jeff said dubiously. "I sure hope so. If we lose, it's on your head. I suggest you come though."
"Fine, you ass wipe." Blaine gently put Kurt next to him, and grabbed his hand when they both stood. Kurt put on his shirt quickly and walked into the hallway with Blaine at his heels. He pulled his tie off of the handle and folded it, not bothering to put it back on. "I'll come say good night later, okay, love?"
"Mmh… okay, baby. You feeling okay? I know this afternoon was rough." Blaine could see the sincerity in Kurt's eyes, and he was touched.
"I'm okay. You helped a lot. Thank you so much for what you did. You're amazing."
"Anytime," Kurt said cheekily, and winked before kissing Blaine on the cheek and flouncing off. Blaine stood in the doorway, slightly stunned, but was pulled back inside his room by Jeff.
"Get dressed, you lug," Jeff told him, shoving Blaine to their closet. "I suggest a shirt." Blaine rolled his eyes, but quickly found some clothes to ride in and pulled them on. He took his boots from the closet and donned them, too. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Okay, that was just brutal," Blaine whined as he, Jeff, and Thad returned to the Warblers' floor.
"Tell me about it. I might just have to enlist Kurt in one of those massages you were talking about before," Thad said.
"No," Blaine stated. "Those are for boyfriends only. They come with very special treatment."
Thad just shrugged, and they continued to trudge up the stairs, dragging their black boot clad feet on the ground.
"Honestly," Jeff started, "I don't understand why coach made us practice for two hours. We totally have this game in the bag. I mean, was 7:30 to 9:30 really necessary?"
"No." Blaine was being exceptionally blunt. "Plus, me and Thad have boxing and fencing tomorrow, and that's going to be exhausting. I'm going to say goodnight to Kurt, and then it's time to hit the hay. What about you guys?" he asked as they neared the hallway where Thad's room was.
"Same by me, dude," Thad responded with a yawn in between. "I'm beat."
"I'm going straight to our room, Blainers. If you come in latish, you best be quiet. I'll be out, I guarantee it. Five minute shower, and to the bed. I told Nicky goodnight at dinner, which you missed."
"Oh, well, as you know, I was a little preoccupied. I'll be sure to be quiet but I can't help the shower though."
Jeff groaned, and they both bid Thad farewell when they reached his and Jesse's room. They continued down the corridor in silence, separating when Blaine stopped in front of Kurt's room, and Jeff rounded the corner to get to the first room in that hallway - theirs.
"Later, Jeff," Blaine called as his friend continued to walk.
"Goodnight, Blainey. Stay safe!" Jeff joked. Blaine rolled his eyes good-naturedly and knocked on Kurt's door three times, as he always did. Blane internally 'aww'ed at Kurt's appearance. His boyfriend answered the door in silk pajamas and wearing rectangular glasses on his face. Blaine immediately knew he had been concentrating on reading or writing something. That was the only time he wore his glasses - most of the time he could read up close, unless it called for extreme attentiveness.
"Hey, Blaine," Kurt said smoothly, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend and hastily removing his glasses.
"You can leave them, y'know. They're cute."
"Thank you," Kurt responded, even though he wasn't really accepting the compliment, as he didn't put the lenses back on. "How was practice?"
"Tiring, long, lonely without you." Kurt smiled again, and met his boyfriend halfway for a sweet, innocent kiss - or at least it was innocent until Blaine dragged his teeth along Kurt's lower lip as they pulled away.
On a mutual thought, they entered the room, closing the door behind them. Blaine noted the sketch pad open on Kurt's desk, with intricate clothing designs drawn on the pages. He also noted the latest copy of Seventeen magazine open.
Kurt followed Blaine's eye and stated, "Mercedes gave it to me when we went for coffee yesterday."
"No, not that. Your sketches. They're beautiful. Y'know, Kurt, you're really talented," Blaine said earnestly, looking into Kurt's glasz eyes. Kurt looked away bashfully, telling Blaine that he didn't believe it. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and used his other one to lift up his chin. "Kurt, look at me." Kurt tentatively looked up and met Blaine's hazel eyes that were shining all different colors - green, gold, yellow, brown; they were captivating. "You don't think you have talent, beautiful?"
"They're just stupid sketches," Kurt mumbled, once again not taking Blaine's compliments.
"They're not stupid, they're amazing. Not everyone can do what you do, love. That's talent. Have you seen me draw? I can't. Plus, you make fun of my sweater vests all the time. I don't do fashion like you do, Kurt. No one does. You're one of a kind, and you're wonderful in every way possible." He paused. "Do you believe me, Kurt?"
Kurt nodded mutely and Blaine took him into a hug. "I love you," Kurt whispered. "You always know what to say to me."
Blaine smiled, although Kurt couldn't see his face. "I love you, too."
"Y'know… I think your bowties are cute."
Blaine chuckled, "Thank you, Kurt. I'm honored to have your approval."
"You should be," he joked. Then, they just held each other for a while, just standing in the silence, enveloped in each other. Kurt had a little flashback to the library, where they had been standing in the exact same position, in each others arms, wishing, hoping that they never had to let go.
This time, they knew.
"Do you have to leave?" Kurt mumbled into Blaine's neck after some time, breaking the silence.
"Unfortunately, love, I do. Wes will be coming around for room checks in like," he glanced at Kurt's iHome, "five minutes. Ten o'clock."
Kurt groaned. "And he won't let you stay?"
"Ah, not this time, Kurtie." They separated from their hug, and Kurt pouted. "Do I at least get my kiss goodbye?" Blaine asked, making a kissy face. Who was Kurt to deny him that?
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't give you one?" Kurt asked rhetorically. He leaned in and gave Blaine a sweet, way too quick (in Blaine's opinion, that is) kiss.
"Oh, you're cruel," Blaine said. "I deserve better."
"Oh? Do you? I mean I don't really-" Blaine cut him off with a kiss full on the mouth. Kurt responded eagerly when he got over the initial shock and wound his fingers in the curls coming loose from their gel cage after playing polo. They kissed passionately for a while, until a knock on the door made them jump apart. "Come in!" Kurt squeaked, his voice an octave higher than normal.
Wes strode into the room, prefect's clipboard in hand, scowl on his face. "Blaine. Curfew. Get out." Blaine rolled his eyes, but was going to comply anyway. "Good night, boys. Kurt, make sure Blaine actually leaves, or I'll find out."
co"M'kay," Kurt mumbled, leaning against Blaine. Wes marched right back out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
"One more kiss?" Blaine asked.
"Only for you," Kurt murmured, moving in closer.
Blaine chuckled. "I'd hope so." Then he closed the distance between them one last time and kissed Kurt soundly. He drew their fingers apart from where they were holding hands once they separated. Blaine stood on his tippy-toes to kiss Kurt on the forehead, and paused in the doorway as he walked away, leaning against the frame. "Sweet dreams, gorgeous," he murmured, looking Kurt dead in the eye.
"Sleep well, baby." Blaine smiled and tuned to walk away, gently shutting the door behind him.
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