AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Porcelain" by Marianas Trench
I hear a sigh of relief from Kurt as he enters the apartment. I know this outing has been rough on him, but he survived it. He's taken a step in the direction of healing though I know this afternoon wasn't some miraculous cure.
Rachel must have gone out while we were gone as the apartment is quiet and empty. As I push the door shut behind me, Kurt heads for the couch and sinks down on it. He's cuddled into the corner, with arms crossed in front of him.
"Kurt? Are you okay?" I ask tentatively, walking over to him. I sit down on the couch leaving space between us.
"Leaving my apartment shouldn't be so hard?" he tells me, slowly turning his head to look at me. I can see tears glistening in his eyes. "Will I ever stop being so afraid of people?"
"You will. Just give it time," I assure him. "You're going to be okay, Kurt."
Even though I know it probably isn't the best move I can make under the circumstances, I lean toward him. Tentatively my lips search out his. Though hesitant, Kurt is kissing me back. Reaching up, I place my hand on his cheek, recalling the bruises that the last guy he had gone out with had left there. They are gone now, leaving only the porcelain like skin that I'm so familiar with.
Encouraged that he isn't protesting, I inch closer to him on the couch. And then Kurt is pulling away from my kiss.
"Please, stop," he whispers.
Immediately, I pull back hoping that I haven't made things worse. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"It's okay," Kurt said, his voice more sure than I've heard it in awhile. "I just needed to know you would stop if I asked," he replied, leaning forward.
This time Kurt is the initiator as our lips meet again. I'm not sure what this means for us in the long run, but for now I plan on enjoying it and showing Kurt that he is safe with me.