Okay, so I actually wrote all of this today, and I'm pretty happy with it. It's shorter than I anticipated, but that's mainly because I got to the end and couldn't think of a way to possibly add more into this chapter. It seemed a little rushed to me when I finished it, but my friend Sam just read it and she freaked, so I'm gonna take that as a good sign.
Oh, and RainySunnyEnding, I hope this cheers you up :) xx
"Blaine, I have something to tell you."
Blaine looked up at Kurt expectantly, both of them with their hearts beating in their throats as they both waited for the next words that passed Kurt's lips.
"Mm?" Blaine watched Kurt closely; him telling Kurt how he felt depended on what Kurt had to say next; what if he was telling Blaine that he and Thad were taking the next step in their relationship and Blaine should really buy some earplugs soon, just to be prepared? What if Kurt was telling him he didn't like him anymore and he wanted him to move out? Panicked thoughts ran through Blaine's mind, each one too fast to grab hold of and analyse.
"I… I-" Kurt swallowed his stutters and took a deep breath to steady himself. This was it. It was time to tell Blaine everything, no matter what the reaction he got from doing so. He began imagining the different ways that this could play out; Blaine could just stare at him, confused; or he could angry, maybe upset that Kurt was pushing his feelings onto him; he could be indifferent and just ignore that Kurt had said anything; or he could even jump up and declare he felt the same way.
Kurt really hoped it was the last one.
"Kurt?" Blaine's soft voice ripped Kurt from the daydream he didn't realise he'd been having, and Kurt became aware of the fact that he'd been staring into his coffee for… well, for however long he'd been inattentive for.
When Kurt looked up he felt a jolt run through him; Blaine was staring at him, his hazel-brown eyes full of compassion and concern for the man across the table from him. Kurt could have sworn that he saw a passion there, a caring admiration that burnt right through Kurt's eyes and made his heart melt in his chest, but he blushed and looked away before he could acknowledge it.
"What is it?" Blaine asked softly, taking a risk and resting his hand on Kurt's, his eyes never leaving the breath-taking glasz ones in front of him.
Kurt took a deep breath and sighed lightly before closing his eyes and blurting out, "I'm going to end it with Thad."
It took a few seconds for Blaine to fully understand what Kurt had said. I'm going to end it with Thad. The words made Blaine's heart sing. It wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for – ever since Finn had told Blaine that he was pretty sure Kurt felt the same way about him, Blaine had been preparing himself for a confession every time Kurt opened his mouth – but this was good; this was progress.
"When?" He whispered, his voice only just escaping his throat due to all of the emotion weighing it down. Kurt looked up at him then, and Blaine prayed that the relief – the hope – that he felt rocket within him could be seen in his eyes, heard in his voice.
"This morning," Kurt's voice was just as raw as Blaine's was. "When he comes to pick me up. It's not fair on him for me to lead him on, and so I have to end it now before I get in too deep." Tears were starting to sting at his eyes now as he let out a small sob; he felt horrible about what he was going to do, what he was going to say, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He couldn't live the lie anymore.
"Do you want me to go?" Blaine asked, his voice now back above a whisper but still soft and calming.
"Please," Kurt managed to nod his head slightly before his lungs nearly burst from holding back his cries. "Excuse me." He stood up, sliding his hand out from underneath Blaine's, and hurried towards his room. Blaine heard the door shut, and a few seconds later it was followed by the sound of sobbing, rapid breathing desperate for air rather than tears.
He was still sat with his hand across the table, his fingers now touching the wood where Kurt's warm hand had been. He wanted to pull his hand back, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He was still reeling from Kurt's plan, conflicting feelings battling inside his head. On the one hand, Kurt breaking up with Thad meant that Kurt would definitely be single and Blaine would be free to tell him how he felt with no implications. However, Kurt breaking up with Thad also meant a very distraught Thad that evening, and being his best friend Blaine would have the task of consoling him. He dreaded it already; hearing Thad cry over Kurt, over what he had lost, would be hard to sit through, and Blaine had a feeling that it wouldn't be a quick cry and a hug. It would be hours; Thad would most likely call him straight away and tell Blaine what happened, asking for his advice and seeking his comfort.
A few hours later Blaine found himself heading back to the apartment after receiving a text from Kurt, asking him to come home. He had been out for nearly an hour and a half now, having left as soon as Thad had texted Kurt to let him know he was on his way, but he couldn't stop himself from wondering what was happening in their apartment at that very second.
At first Blaine had thought about going to Clement Clarke Moore Park because it was close enough to the apartment should Kurt call him back, but when he remembered the last time he was there – the day he'd broken up with Sebastian 5 weeks ago – he turned on his heel and headed in the other direction. He hadn't paid attention to where he was going, just randomly turning corners and crossing streets, and in less than half an hour he'd found himself at Madison Square Park.
Knowing that he was still relatively close to home should Kurt need him, Blaine allowed himself to wander around the park before coming to rest under a tree, seating himself down on the grass and leaning his back against the trunk. Blaine hadn't realised that he was even tired until that moment, and he felt his eyelids drooping in the mid-morning sun as he rested his head back, arms crossed against his chest and his legs stretched out together in front of him.
He must have dozed off for around 15 minutes before a soft thud against the tree above his head startled him awake. The ball must have missed him by a whisker for the expression on the child's face as she came to collect it was one of shock.
"I-I'm sorry," He stuttered, picking up the ball and scurrying away. Blaine watched him as he ran back over to a small group, mainly of children, with a few adults standing by, remembering how it felt to be that young and carefree with no complicated feelings towards roommates.
"I am ever so sorry," A woman stood a few feet away from him, bending down slightly to get Blaine's attention. Blaine turned to her and smiled, shaking his head slightly as he assured her it was fine.
"Is he your son?" Blaine asked, indicating towards the boy who had collected the football.
"No," The woman smiled sadly. "I don't have any children. I'm just helping my friends out by being another pair of eyes and ears around."
"Oh, right," Blaine wasn't really sure what to say to that, and so he allowed himself to properly look at this woman's appearance; she was just taller than average height by what Blaine could tell, her pale blue dress hanging just on her knee. She had beautiful red hair which was tied back neatly into a long ponytail, a few stands falling into her shocking green eyes causing her to brush them back with her hand every few minutes. "I'm Blaine," Blaine stood and put his hand out, keeping his distance slightly so that the height difference between them wasn't too noticeable.
"Kelly," She smiled, taking his hand in hers for a few seconds before pulling away again. "So what brings you to the park?" Kelly smiled and gestured around her. "Do you have any children?"
"Er, no," Blaine rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "My, er- My roommate's actually breaking up with someone right now," Kelly's smile dropped and was replaced by a look of slightly amused shock, unsure of how exactly to react. "I thought I'd give them some space."
"Completely understandable," Kelly nodded, turning her gaze back to the children to make sure that her friends were still coping. Inside Blaine was struggling with his emotions again; what would he do when he got home? Should he tell Kurt how he felt, or should he let the whole situation die down first? One of Kelly's friends called her name to tell her that they were leaving, waving her over as they gathered the small group of children together. "Well, that's me." She smiled to Blaine, waving slightly as she started to take a few steps away. "Bye, Blaine."
"Bye, Kelly." Blaine returned her wave and smile and watched her walk away, waiting until she was back with her friends before beginning to wander away in a different direction. When he reached the edge of the park his phone buzzed in his pocket. Blaine pulled it out eagerly, hoping that it was Kurt. His heart leapt a little in his chest when he saw that it was, and quickly he opened the text.
It's over now. Thad's gone. Come home? K x
Blaine didn't even have to hesitate. He typed out his reply as he crossed the street, already picking up his pace as he made his way home.
On way now. Will be 15 minutes tops. B x
Blaine made it home in just over ten minutes, taking the stairs two at a time rather than waiting for the elevator and nearly falling into the apartment. Immediately he started looking for Kurt, trying to locate him.
"Kurt?" He called out, taking a few steps further into the apartment as he took his jacket off, slinging it towards the table and missing. "Are you okay?"
"Blaine?" A muffled voice came from the living room, and Blaine immediately ran towards it. He found Kurt sat on the sofa, a cushion hugged to his chest as silent tears ran down his cheeks. Kurt turned to look up at him, his eyes wide and lost.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine mumbled, sitting himself down next to his roommate and pulling him into his embrace, "What happened?"
"It was easier than I thought it would be," Kurt whispered, his voice still slightly muffled as he allowed himself to be held. "I told him that I couldn't see him anymore, that I was leading him on and it wasn't fair on either of us to keep the relationship going. But he didn't seem to understand, and he kept questioning me about why I was ending it." Kurt was starting to gain volume as he spoke, coming close to tears again whilst Blaine just held him and listened. "I mean, it's not like we were even together! We went out a few times, but we didn't even kiss! I don't understand why he was so upset!"
The comment was left hanging in the air, almost as if Kurt was asking Blaine if he knew why. "Thad tends to get very… keen at the beginning of new relationships," Blaine told him quietly. "It's normally what scares people off; he's too loving for his own good."
Kurt nodded against his chest, moving his hand up to cling onto Blaine's arm. "But I couldn't tell him why I had to end it; it seemed too harsh to dump that on him as well as essentially breaking up with him."
"Why did you break up with him?" Blaine asked quietly, gently stroking Kurt's hair as he rocked him softly. Kurt stiffened in his arms and sat up, avoiding looking at Blaine. Blaine didn't want to press him, it was obviously a difficult topic for Kurt, but he had to know if it was something he could avoid; something he could make better.
"I… I'm in love with somebody else." Kurt whispered, his face scarlet as he looked up at Blaine through his lashes. Blaine swallowed hard, recognising that look of adoration and love; he used to look at Sebastian the same way, and now that was how he looked at Kurt. His heart threatened to stop beating and his whole chest threatened to explode, a giddy feeling in his head slowly melting into his bloodstream and filling his entire being with anticipation.
"And who would that be?" Blaine asked, his voice barely above a whisper but in such close proximity Kurt could easily hear him.
"I think you know who." Kurt grinned, leaning forwards as far as he would dare so that his nose was only centimetres away from Blaine's. He could feel the warmth of Blaine's breath of his lips, and he was suddenly reminded of the incident on that Sunday all those weeks ago, when he had only just found Blaine again and the shorter boy had nearly kissed him, the two of them so close that their breaths mixed between them. From here, Kurt could smell Blaine's cologne, the intoxicating scent one that he could breathe in forever and never get sick of it.
But there was one thing different from that Sunday five weeks ago; now, Kurt had no intention of leaving the room devoid of a kiss.
In a split-second decision, Kurt leant forward and closed the gap, the feeling of his lips brushing against Blaine's making him gasp; half in anticipation and want for more, the other half in shock that this was actually finally happening. And then Blaine's hand was brushing his cheek, the two of them already breathing heavily as Blaine shifted his hips slightly, allowing him to get closer. Blaine's hand was tipping Kurt's chin up slightly, allowing them to kiss again. This time it was deeper, more desperate now that they were both aware of what was happening, even if they didn't quite believe it.
Blaine let out a small moan when he felt Kurt's tongue brush against his bottom lip, parting his lips immediately to give Kurt more access. And then Kurt was inside his mouth, gently tracing Blaine's tongue with his own as he placed one hand on Blaine's thigh. In response, Blaine's other hand snapped to Kurt's waist, pulling their bodies closer together as he leant backwards, beckoning for Kurt to come with him.
They ended up breaking apart, even if only for a second, as Blaine laid himself down across the sofa, Kurt crawling up until he was on top of him, straddling the hips of the boy beneath him. As soon as they stopped moving their lips were attached again, now more relaxed and comfortable, and everything just seemed to be right; from the way Kurt's hand started at Blaine's shoulder and slowly caressed won the side of his body, coming to a stop on his hip; the way that Blaine had he feet on the sofa, his knees bent, allowing Kurt's legs to slot in between so that they could get closer; and the way that every movement from one tongue evoked a soft yet meaningful moan from the owner of the other.
And then the need for oxygen became too strong, and even though death by kissing seemed like a pretty good way to go, Kurt reluctantly pulled back. Blaine was panting beneath him, his hands still resting where they had ended up on Kurt's hips as he'd pulled him closer, expertly making sure that the friction between them was well-maintained, yet still enough to leave them wanting more.
"You know… you never said you loved me back," Kurt teased with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Beneath him Blaine grinned, a hand snaking up Kurt's side and making him shiver, finally finding its way into Kurt's hair and round to the back of his neck.
"I love you, too."
! *does small victory dance* :D
Yeah, I was going to write the break up, and then maybe make this chapter longer by writing the night after when Blaine goes to work and sees Thad, but to be honest I didn't really want to put Thad anywhere near the ah-MAY-zing Klaine bubble I created, so I left him out :p
I'll cover that in the next chapter, though.
But yayayayayyaayyayayayayayayy! :D
Until Thursday,
C xx
