"Oh, oh. Ouch," Kurt mumbles, sucking in a breath. He's disorientated and his neck hurts. He brings his hand up to rub at the back of it and stops - his pillow is moving.
Kurt slowly blinks his eyes open, the light in the room is harsh, and suddenly he remembers where he is. New York, Blaine, movie, must have fell asleep, he sleepily deduces.
He straightens out his neck and nuzzles into Blaine's stomach. From what he can tell, Blaine has an amazing body; toned and fit, but he has a little round stomach which sticks out the tiniest bit and Kurt finds it adorable. It's also ridiculously comfortable.
Blaine groans above him. "You awake, beautiful?" he whispers in a rough voice that makes Kurt involuntarily shiver.
"Mmm, don't wanna be though." He's still so tired. "What time is it?"
"Seven-ish. Too early," Blaine whines. "Are you comfy?"
"So comfy, you?"
Blaine hums in confirmation and they both doze back off.
I am going to eat my toes
IM SCREAMNG AT THE TOP OF M Y LUNGSJRJNC
this reminds me of the start of gemma's fic omg. - fic rec: As One | Klaine | NC-17 | 2,700 | Now they're finally together, it's hard for them to stay apart (or the one where Kurt and Blaine are insatiable).
look at them both smiling into the kiss i can't take their cute
Someone CAll an ambulAnce
hahAHAHAHFA IM FIEN NO IMN OT
This is so adorable and everything I've always wanted for them, they're so perfect together.
r.i.p me [AGGRESSIVELY DIES]
I AM A HYSTERICal MESS RIGHT N OW
even though there are like 10000 gifs of the airport kiss, it wasn't clear enough and this is so close and feijnfejivn
asxjhdheshibfkj *u*
*squeeeeeallll* oh. my. god. i can't even
LOL IM SHAKING BUT OMG KLAINE
noPE I AM NOT READY FOR THIS HELP
guys. guys. look. at. them.
no you don't understand it just keeps hitting me that they're actually together and they're sat there taking pictures kissing each other i need a therapist
lucky lucky boys
i'm sobbing/crying this is so beautiful
WHO TOLD THEM THIS WAS OKAY
sighhhhh this is all I ever wanted
omg heLP
After they had woken up the second time, they had gotten up and Blaine cooked them both breakfast. Kurt had phoned his dad; then he and his boyfriend relocated to the couch where they shared lazy kisses and finished the rest of the movie and Blaine had an idea. "Let's post a picture to Tumblr," he said.
"Of what?"
"Of us, doing what we do best, kissing."
"We are so cruel," Kurt says, trying to catch his breath.
Blaine's laughing too. He opens up a new text post and types. We love you all, he posts. The replies are instantaneous: We love you too!, Blaine! Kurt! I love you, You're both so adorable, and other comments along those lines.
"But they love it," Blaine says, replying to Kurt's earlier statement.
After they've sobered up their laughing and closed Tumblr, they take turns of showering and getting dressed.
"I still can't believe you're here sometimes," Blaine confesses. They're sitting at the table which faces the breathtaking skyline. "I have you for six weeks, is it?"
Kurt smiles, eyes never leaving the view. "About that, yes. I haven't booked the return flights yet, but I'm planning on going home at the end of August to get everything ready for college. What's planned for today?"
"We're going to Coney," Blaine smiles widely, sounding like an excitable child. "Which means the Wonder Wheel and corn dogs; I figured a nice relaxing day after yesterday."
Coney Island is beautiful, a little slice of heaven by the sea. Kurt knows that when he moves to New York, this will be a useful place; a calm and relaxing escape from the hustle and bustle of the city.
It's late when they're ready to leave, Blaine had dragged Kurt around the arcades and amusement park; Blaine's excitement was contagious and Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun. They rest of the time they had spent on the beach, just talking and talking and talking. Kurt wonders if they will ever run out of things to talk about.
"Did you have a good day?" Blaine asks. They're on the subway back to Brooklyn and Kurt is just sad that another day is almost over.
"Very," Kurt answers. Blaine's hand comes around to hold onto his wrist, stroking along the pulse point. Kurt can't help the panic that rises in him. He quickly looks around, checking for people who are going to have a problem with this, -
"Hey, hey. Calm down." Blaine's soothing voice snaps him back to reality. "It's okay, really."
Kurt takes a deep breath and looks around. There aren't many people on the train, but no one is taking any notice of them anyway. He catches the eye of an old lady but she just briefly glances at them and smiles.
Kurt turns to his boyfriend and gives a smile of his own, apologetic, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I... it's just, if this was Ohio..."
"You have nothing to apologize for." Blaine moves his hand up and slips his fingers in between Kurt's. "We're not in Ohio. This is New York, this is home now."
They don't talk for a while; Kurt sits happily, anchored by Blaine's touch.
"Are you tired?" Blaine startles Kurt out of his thoughts, making him jump. "Sorry," Blaine says sheepishly.
"Not really, as you said, today was nice and relaxing."
"How would you feel about a nice scenic route back?"
Once again, Kurt is curious during the journey to an unknown place. "If you keep this up, Anderson, I don't think this is going to work out," Kurt says, gesturing between the two of them. The threat is lost due to the smile on his face. "Please tell me," he pleads, quieter.
Blaine gives him a cheeky smile. "Okay, okay. It's the next stop anyway."
They've just stopped at High St and Kurt looks up to see that City Hall is the next station. That means nothing to him. He huffs and sinks back into the hard seat, crossing his arms. He may be acting like a child, but he hates waiting.
Finally, finally, the train stops and the doors open. Kurt rushes to the exit, eager to see where they are. He drags Blaine behind him who seems to be having trouble keeping up with Kurt's fast pace.
"Oh wow," Kurt says as he emerges. He can tell where he is immediately. The city is turning dark but he can see Brooklyn Bridge in front of him, huge and proud. "You can actually walk over this?" he asks, reluctantly removing his eyes from the beautiful sights to look at Blaine. He'd seen it on movies, but he wasn't sure.
"Of course." Blaine leads him to the path and they walk along; Kurt's eyes wide and drinking in all of the views. Once they're midway, Blaine lays a hand on his shoulder and says softly, "Turn around."
Blaine must have done this before because the timing is perfect. Kurt turns just in time to see the golden sun disappearing behind the Manhattan skyline. The whole city is bathed in orange and Kurt's breath catches in his throat. His hand finds Blaine's, and he squeezes; he's so happy he gets to share such a magical experience with this wonderful boy. "I love you," he whispers, afraid to ruin the calming atmosphere that has settled over them.
"I love you, too."
"It's so beautiful."
"I know," Blaine smiles. "I've lived here my whole life and I still don't think I could ever get used to this. You know how people have their secret places that they like to visit? This is mine. I know it's not very secret," Blaine laughs gently, shaking his head, "But it always makes me feel special. I know it sounds silly."
"It-it's not silly," Kurt says, turning to look at his boyfriend and Kurt's breath hitches for the second time. Blaine looks so perfect; the light hits his face and his wide eyes look like they're sparkling. He has an expression on his face that Kurt hasn't seen before, peaceful and vulnerable, and Kurt is so lucky.
Blaine catches his eye and bites his lip. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing," Kurt says, looking back to the skyline to watch the last of the sun disappear.