EDIT: See chapter 1
They avoided the subject for the next few days, completely avoided talking about it or anything that even remotely related to it. The play kept them busy enough that they didn't have a chance to even go on a date if they didn't plan carefully. Neither of them expended the effort to, simply stealing moments at school, in public, where they were forced to be chaste. Kurt kissed Blaine gently on the lips, after making sure no one was looking, before he left after school every day, leaving Blaine to rehearsal.
Then it was the last Sunday matinee and they were out of excuses. "Hi," Blaine said, face freshly cleaned of makeup and clothes still a little disheveled. "Do you, um… do you want to go with everybody?"
"Cast party?" Kurt cringed internally; they'd skipped it last time and, well… It had ended horribly and Kurt swallowed. Blaine nodded and his eyes were sparkling a little and Kurt was suddenly transported back to opening night, before they'd left the stage. Blaine had looked so sad and then so hopeful, like what Kurt had said meant the world to him.
"I know… I know last time we skipped and that didn't go well, I'm not expecting a repeat, I'm REALLY not," Blaine said quickly and Kurt was sucked back into the moment. "I just… I've missed you, we haven't had much time together recently and I miss you." A warm, calloused hand smoothed down his forearm, fingers reaching to tangle with his.
Kurt let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Okay, we'll go somewhere together," he agreed. "But I don't want to go with everyone; I want to be alone with you somewhere."
Blaine sucked in a sharp, shallow breath. "Where?"
"I don't know, we'll find a restaurant," Kurt answered.
"Okay." Then Blaine fidgeted, rocking forward and then back, hesitating. "Okay." He said again and seemed to make up his mind, surging forward and pulling Kurt to him tightly. "Okay."
After that the… the AWKWARDNESS with which they'd been dealing with each other, the HESITANCE, was gone. They stayed out until curfew and made out in Kurt's car for a good twenty minutes. Blaine didn't try to climb into Kurt's lap like he usually did, but that was okay. He didn't want to push it, push THEM, and if that meant his body stayed on the passenger's side of the car, he was FINE with that.
There was a little mishap when he tried to get closer to Kurt and propped himself up on the armrest. He slipped and almost fell into Kurt's lap, but they both laughed about it until they were kissing desperately again.
Blaine counted it a good night.
Kurt was flying high when he got home from their Sunday night date. He forced himself to wait until he got to his room to sigh dreamily and let his imagination run wild, but only because he didn't want to crash his car.
The moment he got to his room he flopped onto his bed and wiggled until he was comfortable. The taste of Blaine's lips was still on his and he couldn't stop licking them, reveling in the tingle and slightly chapped feeling.
He jumped a little when his phone rang, but answered Blaine's call quickly.
"I'm going to bed now, do you want to do our routine now, or should I just go to sleep before you?" Blaine asked.
"No, just let me get up, I'll do it with you," Kurt insisted and inside he fluttered. They hadn't done their nightly routine for the duration of the play, but now they were back to it and Kurt couldn't be happier.
"Facetime with me?" Blaine asked hopefully, like he usually did.
Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, but don't get used to it."
"I've seen every bit of you and I still love you more than I can express, I seriously doubt I'll think twice about my feelings after seeing you smear creams all over your face. Besides, I might have been hungover that one time, but you KNOW I saw you a little. I told you I still remember, even if it's hazy." Blaine laughed.
Kurt gasped quietly, but he didn't think Blaine had heard. "I know," he said instead of pointing out what Blaine had said. It was true though, Blaine had seen him naked, and in a bath, they really weren't hiding anything from each other anymore.
"Victory!" Blaine cheered and Kurt laughed at his dumb boyfriend.
Kurt was the one who ended up laughing; Blaine looked ridiculous in the headband he needed to hold back his gel-free hair. Blaine pouted at him and made puppy eyes until Kurt apologized, even if he still giggled a little at him the rest of their call.
"Goodnight, Kurt, I love you." Blaine promised and blew a kiss.
"I love you too, night Blaine." Kurt blew one right back.
He changed into his pajamas, locked his bedroom door (Finn still slept walked sometimes and he wasn't used to the new house enough yet to successfully find his way around asleep), and shut off all his lights. Kurt sighed into his mattress, more relaxed and comfortable than he'd been since the play opened. "Blaine." He murmured, loving the way his boyfriend's name sounded on his lips.
Slowly he reached a hand down to his crotch and rubbed lightly. He felt good, better than he'd felt in two weeks, and Blaine's smile was fresh in his mind. Kurt pushed his hand into his pants.
The first touch was electric and Kurt held in a moan. His eyes slid shut and Blaine's face lit up his imagination. Blaine's kisses had felt SO good, so RIGHT, on his skin. His hands had burned pathways down Kurt's sides and he dragged the memories to the forefront of his mind. Everything had been perfect, so PERFECT.
Suddenly phantom pain flared in him and Kurt nearly yelped out loud. His eyes shot open as his imagined image of Blaine's smiling, sexy face changed to one full of hurt and guilt. Suddenly he felt sick, sicker even than he had that night, and the hand on himself felt acidic and painful. He jerked it away, stomach rolling at the feeling that went through him at the motion.
Kurt whined and rolled over in his bed, stifling tears and trying desperately to recapture the happy feeling he'd had ten minutes prior.