AN: Thank you again for your continued support and for all the wonderful reviews telling me it was alright that this chapter didn't come out on time. You're all amazing and I want to personally give all of you a big hug :D
I'm like I made Blaine in this story at times (though not so much this chapter) in that I value other's opinion of me above how I see myself. It's a nasty habit, but it's there so *shrug* you know.
I loved the episode, oh my goodness, it was so beautiful! I was kind of mad that when Kurt came out in season one it was just like "oh, we knew already, no big deal" and with Santana it's like "we knew already, but we know it's hard to come out so we'll do all this shit to help you :D". Not cool bro.
I do have to give them some credit 'cause they were young then and now they have more experience with the world around them but still, it upset me.
EDIT: This chapter is now revised, but I did it myself with no beta, so if there are still typos and such, I'm sorry
Chapter 6: I Kissed a Girl!
Blaine felt strangely euphoric considering everything that had happened.
He had had to bite his tongue to stop himself from screaming at the student population, Rachel, and principal Figgins for making Kurt-strong, independent, amazing Kurt-shut down so completely.
At the same time though, he always had that little spark in his heart whenever he got to be the one to take care of Kurt.
He hadn't realized how special that was until they were dating and it seemed the overflow of affection he had never received in his lifetime coming from Kurt constantly made him break down, yet Kurt always worked through things by himself and was perfectly fine afterwards. Kurt never needed catching after Dave Karofsky apologized, and Blaine had grown accustom to Kurt being the strong one.
But now he was the one comforting Kurt, and it was like all his own problems and brokenness didn't matter, only the boy he was in love with. He was certain he would completely shut down if he had to do this for Kurt as often as Kurt did it for him, but for now they had settled into a strange kind of peacefulness.
After school Blaine had driven Kurt to his house, led him silently up to his bedroom, and pushed him lightly onto his bed. He had never seen Kurt so listless, and it made him tremble with worry for his boyfriend who appeared to have locked himself in his own head. How the hell did Kurt do this for Blaine so perfectly without breaking down himself?
Blaine wasn't sure what to do next, as he was awkward in situations where more than a few encouraging words were involved, so he simply sat down next to Kurt and grabbed his hand.
He was contemplating making snacks or warm milk (he knew Kurt's mother used to do it for him and it always cheered him up) when Kurt rolled out of the fetal position he had bundled himself in, flipped himself onto his stomach, twined his long arms around Blaine's waste and buried his face in Blaine's clothed stomach.
The shorter male's hands instinctively found their way into his lover's chestnut locks, gently caressing and smoothing the silken strands in a way he hoped was soothing; it certainly was when Kurt did it to him.
He wasn't sure how long they had been like that, just sitting there soaking in each other's presence, but that time was all it took for the demons in Blaine's head to be replaced with thoughts of Kurt.
"Thank you"
Blaine jumped at the sudden sound of Kurt's voice.
What did he even do that warranted a 'thank you'? All he had done was take Kurt to his house and sit there! Well, he had also snuggled with him at school, but Kurt had already thanked him for that. What had he done now that was so fantastic?
"For what?" Blaine wondered, amazed.
Kurt drew himself up so he was kneeling between his lover's legs, his chest pressed tightly to the other boy's. Blaine could feel the heat radiating off of Kurt's body, could smell the heady scent of his boyfriend rolling in waves, coiling around him and encasing him. The older male's glasz eyes were swirling with passion and Blaine nearly forgot how to breathe at the sight of them.
Kurt lifted one of Blaine hands gently to his mouth, planting a lingering kiss at his pulse-point, making a whimper escape his lips at the intimacy of the gesture.
"For believing in me" It came out in a near whisper, his voice breathy in its sincerity as it rolled in hot puffs across Blaine's face.
Blaine had trouble staying out of the daze of lust Kurt was (no-doubt unknowingly) lulling him into. He had almost forgotten what they were even talking about in the first place.
Kurt's next kiss was placed on Blaine's cheek, and the younger swore the skin those peddle pink lips had brushed was on fire.
"For helping me with my application to NYADA" Kurt continued in the same breathy tone making Blaine shiver with pleasure.
As Blaine felt Kurt's hands shift so they were resting on his lower back he instantly linked his arms around the taller boy's neck. He wanted nothing more than to pull his boyfriend into a searing kiss but he knew it would have to wait until Kurt was finished.
This time Kurt's lips caressed his forehead, shooting bolts of warmth down Blaine's spine.
"For holding me when I needed it the most"
And now Blaine had to pull him into a kiss. It seemed as important as breathing.
They both signed at the contact, allowing their lips to move languidly together, both drowning themselves in the other's presence. It was as though the world had slipped away, and college and New York and presidential elections no longer mattered. It was just them. Just Kurt and Blaine.