Hey everyone. I know I'm updating this later than I promised, but with everything that's happening now I decided that fic was the last thing on our minds, and rightfully so. I cannot properly express the sadness that has entered my heart after hearing that Cory has passed away. I wish only the best in the coming days, weeks, and months for Cory's friends, family, and loved ones.
Because of everything going on the next few weeks with Cory's autopsy, toxicology report, and funeral, as well as the future of Glee, the next chapter (which is already completed) won't be posted for a bit. Out of respect for Cory, I'd rather take the next few days to remember him then post fic.
He's not so confident when the door to their dorm room closes. He lost it all on the walk home. He and Kurt disentangle their hands to take their gloves and coats off, and Blaine proceeds to sit on the edge of his bed. Kurt takes his time putting his jacket in the closet before stepping quietly to his own bed and sitting down, facing Blaine. There's only a few small feet in between them, but it's a hard barrier to break right now.
"I really am sorry," Kurt says earnestly.
"I know," Blaine responds truthfully. "I don't hold it against you or anything."
He's sitting on his bed, his legs hanging off and feet planted firmly on the ground. His hands are lying on his thighs, resisting the urge to play with his jeans or clasp onto each other.
"They are the only people who know the story," Kurt continues, staring into Blaine's eyes and not letting him look away. "I swear it."
Blaine just nods. He's feeling overly anxious and starting to lose his coolness. He's never seen Kurt so extremely serious, and it's starting to tear him down and make him want to fidget under the intense gaze. But before he can, Kurt starts talking again.
"I told them one night when we were hanging out. That I liked you." Blaine watches as Kurt's eyes grow big—bigger than he's ever seen them. He's being so honest and truthful, throwing himself on the line, and Blaine wants him to know that there's no need to be so serious. That this situation really isn't as dire as Kurt seems to think it is.
"Kurt," he interrupts. "It's okay." He throws on a small smile and lifts his hands in surrender. "Really. I'm over it. I was just…confused?" His eyebrows furrow, displeased with his inability to explain how he feels. " Scattered," he amends a second later.
Kurt just nods, one leg shaking up and down.
"So you like me?" Blaine says, smiling shyly.
Kurt laughs and blushes, but maintains eye contact. "Yeah," he says simply.
"Good. That's convenient," Blaine jokes. "Because I like you, too."
The tension in the room evaporates rather quickly, and Blaine can't help but smile and joke and play around. It's just Kurt and Blaine now. No weirdness between them. They're still best friends—and then some.
"So if you like me so much," Kurt fires back, "What do I have to do to get you to come over here?"
"Not much," Blaine responds with humor. "Maybe flash an ankle or something. Really get me going."
"Oh, Blaine!" Kurt gasps. "You scandalous pervert."
Blaine gets up and walks the two large steps to Kurt's side of the room, smile still gracing his face and stretching his cheeks out, and puts his hands on Kurt's shoulders. He's taller than Kurt now, and he likes it when Kurt looks up at him with awe and affinity.
"Total pervert," he agrees, pushing Kurt down. He hears Kurt gasp, and then they're lying on his bed together, laughing. Kurt's on his back with Blaine lying on his side, head cushioned on Kurt's chest and hand around Kurt's stomach. He tangles their legs together, reveling in the closeness. He rubs his hand over Kurt's abdominals a few times. "Tomorrow I'm going to take you out on a date," he says plainly, no longer afraid that Kurt will turn him down.
"Perfect," Kurt says. "I can't wait."
"You say that now," Blaine responds, lifting his head to look Kurt in the eyes. "But just wait until I show up to your dorm room with a bookbag and some 100 Calorie Snack Packs and drag you to a private room in the library and have my way with my Philosophy texts."
"Scandalous. Nothing turns me on more than eighteenth century philosophers," Kurt deadpans.
"How about after studying? If I promise to make it an early night. I know you have a final the next morning."
Kurt lifts his head up a bit and knocks his nose against Blaine's. "That'd be perfect," he whispers.
Blaine smiles back, unable to stop looking into Kurt's eyes. He's never been allowed such closeness—not just with Kurt, but with anyone. He's never been able to be so physical with someone he likes.
Kurt closes the gap, and suddenly Blaine finds his lips attached with Kurt's. It's brief and wonderful; not too dry but not too wet. There's no tongue involved, but just feeling his lips against Kurt's for the first time is amazing. When they separate they smile at each other, and Kurt cradles Blaine's face, running his thumb over Blaine's eyebrow.
"That was fun," he says.
"The most fun," Blaine agrees.
Kurt laughs and playfully shoves him onto his ass so he's sitting up on the bed. Kurt follows him, leaning against the backboard.
"So about that hot date," Kurt says. "Is it taking place in the afternoon or the evening?"
"Evening," Blaine responds immediately. "I don't plan on waking up until at least eleven. Study in the afternoon, come home and shower, get spiffy, and then pick up this hot guy I know who, for some reason, is blind enough and deaf enough to humor me and let me take him out for a night on the town."
"Eh. He's neither blind nor deaf. A bit smitten, though." Blaine notices Kurt avert his gaze and smile when he says this, so Blaine just grabs his hand and squeezes.
"I am, too," he admits.
He squeezes Kurt's hand again, causing Kurt to look up at him.
"Wait, I just have to do this again," he says apropos of nothing, leaning forward without explanation and kissing Kurt again. It's just as short as their first kiss, but also just as exhilarating.
Kurt laughs at him, shaking his head.
They stay on the bed and talk for a bit before separating to change into pajamas and go to sleep. Blaine grabs a book to read, not tired enough to fall asleep yet. Kurt, however, passes out immediately. And when Blaine wakes up at noon, he wakes up to an empty room and a note on his alarm clock saying, Off to the library. Can't wait for tonight!
Blaine spends the better half of the afternoon freaking out. He wants the date to be perfect and he isn't sure what qualifies a 'perfect date.' He also needs to study, but finds himself unable to concentrate—always anxious about what is to come. He settles on dinner at this Afghan restaurant that he'd never been to, but that Kurt waxed poetic about after going there once with friends. He decides that going to the movies is out of the question, but also that a walk in the park isn't going to be enough. So he goes back and forth on a few ideas, too stubborn to call a friend and ask for help.
When five o'clock finally rolls around, Blaine leaves the library and heads back to his dorm. He opens it to the site of a fully dressed yet damp roommate towel drying his hair.
"Hey," Kurt says, smiling brightly at Blaine. "I wasn't sure what the deal was tonight, so I came home early to get ready."
Blaine actually facepalms.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" He feels terrible about actually forgetting to tell his date the final plans, or give a time and a dress code. "I feel like an idiot. Is seven okay? Or is that too late? We can do six-thirty."
Kurt places a calming hand on Blaine's upper arm and squeezes. "Six-thirty is fine, Blaine. So is seven. Whatever works for you."
With a groan, Blaine lets his head fall onto Kurt's shoulder. "I'm so bad at this," he mutters.
Kurt chuckles and rubs the back of Blaine's neck before demanding that he go shower and get ready.
"Aye aye, Cap'n!" Blaine salutes as he walks to the closet to get his towel and shower caddy. He begins undressing, like he normally does, only to hear a wolf whistle from the other side of the room.
"Dayum, Anderson. Putting on a show before the first date? Me like."
Blaine blushes and laughs and wraps the towel around his waist, shimmying out of his briefs. His back is to Kurt and he turns his head, throwing his underwear over his shoulder so they land on Kurt's bed, right next to him. "There's more where that came from, stud." He tries to sound sexy and sultry, but he can't make it through the sentence before cracking up. Kurt laughs, too, and throws Blaine's underwear into Blaine's laundry basket as Blaine walks out the door.
When Blaine comes back from the shower he kicks Kurt out, saying that he needs to get dressed without Kurt's wandering eyes sexualizing him. Really he just wants privacy to cool down and get dressed. He doesn't want Kurt to see him freaking out or change his outfit ten times—which, he won't ever admit, he actually does end up doing.
Afterwards he shoots Kurt a text, telling him to get ready and that he would pick him up at six-thirty. He leaves the dorm and walks onto campus, searching for the small florist that he's passed only a handful of times. He picks up a single daisy. Not for any particular reason other than it's pretty and Kurt deserves all the pretty things.
By the time he gets back to the dorm he relaxes in the common room for five minutes before catching the elevator to his floor and walking to the door.
When he knocks he hears Kurt scream a muffled, "Coming!" He stands up straight and prepares himself, gets the daisy in front of him and plasters on an enthusiastic smile.
Kurt opens the door and emits a surprised gasp. "Blaine," he says. "Do you have your key?"
Blaine just lifts the daisy up and puts it in front of Kurt. "For you," he deflects. He wants to make Kurt feel like a prince, yes, but he also wants this date to be perfect for himself as well. He's never been on a date, and he wants this one to be the best possible.
Kurt blushes and takes the offered flower before walking back to his desk and placing it delicately on the top shelf.
"Thank you," he says.
Blaine nods and extends his arm. "Ready?" He asks.
Kurt winds his arm around Blaine's and they head out of the room and catch a bus to the restaurant. Their arms stay winded together throughout the bus ride and the short walk to the restaurant. When they eventually have to separate, they keep their feet touching under the table, hands occasionally knocking together on the wooden table. And when Blaine pays the bill, Kurt thanks him with a kiss to the cheek and an extended hand; they walk out of the restaurant with their fingers entangled.
"That was fun," Kurt comments after getting off at a bus stop on campus.
"I'm glad," Blaine replies. "But the night's not over yet!"
Kurt quirks an eyebrow in question. "Where to?"
"In the mood for improv?" Blaine asks.
There's an on-campus improv group that performs in the basement of one of the college's buildings. It's largely audience participation, which makes it extra hilarious—especially when you get to watch your friends stand up and participate and fail tremendously. Blaine's only been there a few times, but he knows that Kurt loves it but unfortunately doesn't get to go as often as he'd like. The school is holding one last improv night before the end of the semester, and Blaine is hoping that this will be a great way for him and Kurt to spend some time together. It's fun and low key and he knows that Kurt will get up there and perform.
"No way!" Kurt practically explodes in happiness. "Yes! Yes yes yes!"
Blaine chuckles and heaves a sigh of relief, happy that Kurt is definitely okay with his decision.
They walk into the building and Blaine pays for both of their tickets, ignoring Kurt's squawk of protest. They grab a seat in the middle of the stands, their hands still interlocked. It's there that they spend the next two hours laughing and smiling and having fun. When they leave, Blaine drags Kurt to their local fro-yo place and grabs the biggest cup possible and fills it with four kinds of fro-yo and all the delicious toppings he can imagine and forces Kurt to share it with him. Kurt laughs and refuses, claiming he's still stuffed from dinner, but Blaine just begs and begs and begs until Kurt finally gives in, and Blaine feeds him the first spoonful. He only grabbed one spoon, so this forces him and Kurt to act super coupley while sitting at a table inside, sharing a single spoon and occasionally feeding each other.
The entire night is the best combination of fun and intimate and ridiculous, and Blaine cannot be happier. So when he walks Kurt back to the dorms he bids him farewell at the door with a single kiss before watching Kurt open the door. When Kurt turns around to beckon Blaine inside, Blaine just smiles and grabs the door handle and closes it for Kurt, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He pees and washes his hands before coming back and letting himself in. Kurt's sitting on Blaine's bed with a silly smile on his face, and Blaine asks, as innocently as possible, "Oh hey, Kurt! Didn't know you were here. How was your night?"
"Oh, you know," Kurt replies. "It was good. Had dinner, went to improv, and got ice cream. Yours?"
Blaine's slowly getting undressed and hopping into his pajamas, and Kurt stands up to change into his own. "Oh, it was great! Thanks for asking."
Kurt chuckles and shakes his head, stepping into a pair of sweatpants. He takes his shirt off and walks back to Blaine's bed and sits down. Blaine joins him, shirtless as well.
They're sitting next to each other, backs against the headboard and legs intertwined down the super slim mattress. It's a tight fit, but they manage. They always have, after all.
Kurt grabs Blaine's hand and says softly, "I think I'm gonna keep you around a bit."
"Yeah?" Blaine asks, honestly curious and extremely hopeful.
"Yeah," Kurt replies, looking into Blaine's eyes as if he's trying to impart a particularly important message.
"Good," Blaine whispers back, knocking his forehead against Kurt's. They stay like that for a second until, with impressive strength and clear intention, Kurt rolls onto Blaine and pushes him a foot or so down the bed so Blaine is on his back and Kurt is on top, hands on either side of Blaine's shoulders.
"Ah," Kurt sighs. "This is better."
He's leaning on his arms, his torso a solid foot above Blaine's. Kurt lowers himself slowly so he's lying on top of Blaine, their legs still intertwined.
"Oh God," he moans. And Kurt kisses him; his tongue entering Blaine's without a second thought, without any hesitance or permission seeking. And Blaine just groans.
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