AN: …Scheduled make-out sessions…? (Bursts out laughing) Oh, Blainers…
READ THIS PART: Let's say Dance with Somebody was a few weeks after Saturday Night Glee-ver, because not only would that make sense in canon (Kurt and Blaine danced together at the end and seemed perfectly content with their close dance proximity and not like a Blainers whose been scheduling make-outs) and with the last chapter of this story.
Besides, my darling insecure little Blaine now reflects canon Blaine, as I knew he would ;)
Enjoy~
Chapter 16: Dance with Somebody
"Keep your eyes closed!"
Blaine rolled his eyes good-naturedly, even if his companion couldn't see it. "Kurt, you blindfolded me; I can't see regardless of if my eyes are open or not."
Blaine jumped when there was a sudden pressure on his thigh-Kurt's hand, he realized-causing his boyfriend to laugh melodically. "Just humor me, baby." the older boy chastened, giving his thigh a loving squeeze before pulling away, leaving Blaine, once again, in total darkness and solitude except for the constant rumbling of the car as they drove.
Blaine groped to his side, attempting to grab his lover's hand. He ended up grabbing Kurt's bicep, but the blue eyed boy quickly moved to tangle their fingers together, understanding what Blaine wanted.
Blaine sighed happily, leaning towards Kurt until his head was resting on his shoulder. "If we get into a car crash, I'm holding you fully responsible." Kurt warned, but Blaine could hear the smile in his voice.
Blaine grinned, drifting off into a well-earned sleep.
XxXxX
Blaine was shaken awake by a gentle hand, breaking through the first real amount of sleep he'd gotten in weeks.
The first thing he noticed was that the blindfold had been taken off him.
He opened his eyes slowly, beaming when he saw his boyfriend's beautiful eyes staring back at him. "You're eyes are the most magical things I've ever seen." He whispered, earning a delighted trill from Kurt and a lingering kiss.
"As much as I would love to stay here now that you've finally granted me unscheduled access to your mouth," Kurt grinned slightly. "We're here, and we kind of have reservations."
Blaine blinked at him. "But we just made up yesterday, how can you have reservations?"
Kurt shrugged, unbuckling his seatbelt. Once Blaine saw what was happening he rushed out of the car in record time so he could open Kurt's door before the older boy could do it himself.
Kurt laughed a little under his breath, but he didn't try to disguise the large smile on his lips. Blaine felt a swell of happiness knowing that he was the one who caused that smile, not some stupid guy Kurt had met at 'Between the Sheets' (most likely the most unfortunately named music store ever).
They linked hands and Kurt led them towards the restaurant.
Blaine finally took the time to look at the building to find that it was huge and probably very expensive. It had a fountain in the front and one-way glass walls and an overall ornamental air about it.
Now he could see why Kurt had made him wear a suit.
He heard Kurt laugh next to him. "Don't worry; it's not as intimidating as it looks."
Blaine gave him skeptical look, not believing him for a second.
"Rachel's dads recommended it," Kurt explained. "It's fancy, but not overly expensive-it's owned by Leroy's best friend from collage, who's gay and opened the restaurant for couples-like us-who wouldn't be able to show affection in most public places, especially upscale ones like this.
"So, now we can eat nice food and slow dance in a public setting without worrying about what some ignorant idiot might say."
XxXxX
Their actual meal-which was amazing-consisted of lighthearted talk about Vogue and music and stories about annoying fellow classmates. They never delved into a deeper topic, and if they were on the edge of it one of them would quickly change the discussion to something more pleasant.
Once they had eaten, Kurt stood and made his way over to Blaine's chair, holding a hand out for him. "My I have this dance?" he asked, indicating the surprisingly large amount of couples-gay and straight-currently on the large wooden space saved for dancing, a live band playing softly in the background.
"Only if I can have the next one," Blaine consented, taking his boyfriend's hand.
It was a liberating feeling, being able to dance with someone you love and not have to agonize over if someone would see and bodily harm you for expressing your feelings.
Kurt wasn't entirely sure which of them was leading half the time, but they somehow made it work without stepping on or pushing each other.
It was amazing. He felt like he could do anything when he and Blaine danced like that, like there was nothing that could bring them down. This must've been what Elphaba felt like when she sang Defying Gravity.
"Is being my boyfriend really that horrible that you thought you had to get attention from another guy?" Blaine wondered, slowing their dance into more of a pathetic sway so they could talk properly.
Kurt sighed. Blaine was looking at him with his huge golden eyes, like a giant puppy who had no idea why you were yelling at it. He could never resist those eyes. "No, it's not. I mean, I don't really care all that much if you get all the solos-your voice is amazing, and watching you preform is a highlight of any day. And usually you send me the cutest texts and always make me feel so loved, but…
"That night, a couple weeks ago, when I woke up and you weren't there, I got scared because you always wake up after me, so I ran downstairs to check on you to find that you'd made breakfast, which was sweet and all, but then you made me sit on the other side of the dining room table, and that table is a big as my bedroom. And you always stilted our conversations and wouldn't make eye contact, and then you kicked me out after we were done eating.
"I thought maybe you were just stressed, so I let it go. Then when I came over after school I went to kiss you and you turned away. And I kept trying to show some form of affection, but you kept ignoring me until 5:00 when you 'let me' kiss you for a few minutes. And it went on like that for days!
"I thought you weren't in love with me anymore. You were borderline ignoring me! I thought you no longer found me attractive! And when I met Chandler, he actually paid attention to me and I saw that little spark in his eyes that I hadn't seen in yours for weeks and-and-"
Kurt hiccupped, cut off by his tears. He hadn't meant to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with Blaine; honestly, he was just so hurt and confused by how his boyfriend had been acting that he felt lost.
Kurt may have Burt, and Rachel, and Mercedes, and the rest of the Glee kids to support him, but without Blaine it wasn't worth it. When he couldn't hold Blaine in his arms or lay there with him and talk about the future he just felt… alone.
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered, kissing away the taller boy's tears as they streamed down his face. "I am so sorry, Kurt; I love you, and I never intended for you to feel unloved I just… We haven't slept in different beds in months, Kurt, and I couldn't sleep without you. I was trying to prepare myself for sleeping alone and not being able to kiss you or…
"But that's not an excuse for making you feel that way Kurt-you're always so confident and brave and knowing I damaged that kills me. It's just… you're all I have."
Kurt understood. He knew that Blaine's insecurities sometimes got the best of him-he just never thought the smaller boy would take it so far as to ignore him completely. It stung that after all he had tried to do Blaine still doubted that he'd always have Kurt. It was all those idiots that hurt Blaine in the past that made him this way, Kurt knew, but he still couldn't help but feel disappointed in Blaine and in himself.
"Kurt?" Blaine started, breaking the silence. "Are we okay?" he asked tentatively, like Kurt was going to go running in the opposite direction after Blaine's confession.
Kurt smiled at him, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him up into a searing kiss. He licked into the younger's mouth until he was sagged against Kurt's body, his lips swollen and red. God, he had missed this. He missed the taste of Blaine lingering on the back of his tongue, he missed Blaine's disheveled, blissed out looks. "We're okay." He said against the short boy's lips, his voice breathy. "And we're going to be okay when I move to New York, too."
XxXxX
They exchanged soft kisses, tasting tears on one another's pallets
"I'm sorry"'s were whispered against skin as it was exposed, a gentle press of lips on sensitive, hidden places.
Nothing was hurried or lustful. This wasn't about getting off or re-exploring each other after so long-it wasn't even about showing physical love. This was about reassurance and a promise-a promise that no matter what they'd give themselves this completely to the other man, and only him. It was a promise of forever and happiness. It was a promise of never letting distance change them.
The way they made love that night was more sacred and trusting than any other. The connection always felt real, or course, but this was on a completely different level.
This was eternal.
When they both came down from their highs, panting "I love you"'s into each other's mouths, neither could imagine a more perfect moment.
They weren't just 'Kurt and Blaine'; they were one heart, beating in the constant, never ending rhythm of their perfect love.