Little author notes about so much.
Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? Oh come on, not mine. There is a **significant section borrowed from A Change In The Weather by cacophonylights.
And: I'd be tickled pink if you like my words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and to show the Glee Gods that I'm worth listening to. I've spent all my Wednesday pinning for ep 12, but writing this and the previous chapter. (Still haven't seen it.)
Warning: This is slight angst, Klaine moosh, relationship intense, Bad Boy Blaine!
Dedication: A little dedication to the guest reviewer of Chapter 17 of my Converting Kurt Hummel story. Klaine love to you, sweetie! And guest reviewing to Chapter 13, of same story, Mwah, love to you too!
Twelve Point five?: I have to wait until Friday's to see the eps. I was very impatient with ep 12, so we get an ep12.5. Yippee! And Oh Heck, huh!
~ S5 ep12.5, Klaine Snuggles and Kisses ~
~ Klaine love hearts ~
"I asked a question, and why are you all in MINE and KurT's room?" Demanded Blaine, glaring at Elliott.
Rachel punches Elliott harder and they exchange looks of regret.
Kurt rushes off his bed and pulls Blaine aside and tries to hug him. Blaine pushes Kurt's arms down and looks into his eyes, looking for evidence of betrayal.
"Blaine, Blaine they were trying to console me."
"What for?" Blaine holds Kurt roughly, the right hand gripping an upper arm, that makes Kurt squirm because of the bruise still there. His other hand holds the right side of his head. Turning him to look at him and ensure their eyes hold.
Kurt's eyes plead forgiveness, understanding, anything that will have him calm down. "You left some marks on me, and …. Blaine you're hurting my arm." This has Blaine relax one grip but the other one tightens.
Elliott puts a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine you're being unfair to Kurt. Come on, let him go."
Pushing Kurt to the bed he twists around to Elliott. In his mind, as Jacob, his hackles are raised, as Edward his fangs are bared, but as Blaine he reverts to fighting off Sam. He shoves Elliott back, Santana comes between them, Rachel rushes to Kurt's aid.
"Get out! All of you get out!" Kurt yells at them all. Looking down at him, each one with a different questioning look. "Except Blaine, would the rest of you please leave us?"
Kurt hurries to take control of a situation that has so suddenly flared up. He scoots off the bed again, pulls Blaine into a reassuring hug. Keeping his back to Elliott and turning his face against Blaine's to gain eye contact. Once they're connected, he locks in their arms and nudges in for one, two, three kisses.
Rachel knows these guys better than anyone else. She had pushed Santana and Elliott out, but remained to see that they would be okay. Hesitantly she leaves.
As she does, she carefully closes their room curtain.
Elliott and Santana are in the kitchen. Santana seated, Elliott leaning against the sink. As Rachel approaches Elliott stands up. "That! Was pretty intense. Are they always like that?"
"Sometimes, but I think Blaine is making more of a stand now. Ummm… " She taps her cheek, pondering, looking Elliott up and down. "I really believe that he is threatened by you."
"Me, are you serious. I don't think of Kurt that way."
"But you pecked him in that selfie, you must've known it would upset his fiancé?" Santana joins in. "You knew Blaine was more than a boyfriend, you knew he was his fiancé, right?"
"Well yeah, but we were just clowning around. I didn't,…. it was harmless fun." Pulling his arms up and back in defence. "Look, I didn't post it, did I?"
"Ah, no you didn't post it. Kurt did."
~ knock, knock on the apartment door ~
"Hi guyz, the door was open. Hi babe, are we ready for tonight?" Danni, ever missing the right scenes comes in.
"Damn, what are we going to do about tonight? We're due to go on in an hour." Santana looks to Rachel, who looks to Elliott, who looks to the couple's feet under their curtain door.
The feet are swaying in a slow dance, a dance of I forgive you, please forgive me too. I love you, do you love me as well. A dance of one, two, three, side step, one, two, three, side step, one, two, three, fall down.
Elliott raises his eyebrows. "I don't think we'll wait for them. Let's just go, on our own." He nods to Rachel, who looks under the curtain. And from her angle, she looks up at Elliott and agrees.
~ Klaine kisses all better ~
Kurt pulls Blaine around for a slow dance. "I love you so much." He repeats over and over into Blaine's kisses, into his ears, his neck. "There's only you, only you."
They continue like this, moving slowly around their bedroom. Doing just a few circuits before Kurt pushes Blaine onto the bed and falls with him.
They snuggle up, Kurt continues with reassuring kisses. Lips that gently nibble, letting teeth nibble too. Lips pursed, making clp sounds, again and again and again until entry requests are permitted and tastes of love shared. Then rubs on Blaine's back, squashy hugs, more kisses, longer ones, then a being very still one. One that doesn't allow the other to part, gentle breathing and if they were Vulcan they'd be melding.
Eventually Kurt feels Blaine pull a blanket over them, lies back down and they drift into a quiet nap. Arms around one another, and Kurt tangles his legs around Blaine's. He nuzzles into Blaine's neck, kisses more and mumbles of love.
"Shshsh, Kurt." Blaine whispers. "Rest now. Shshshsh." He holds Kurt tightly as well, leaning his cheek against Kurt's hair, he's got into the habit feeling Kurt's head of hair and so pushes his fingers into it, eventually resting in a tight grip of his hair. "It's going to be alright, I love you too. Shshsh, it's alright now." As he breathes in, they drift off to sleep.
~ not all Klaine dreams are pleasant ~
**"Like I said, idiot," Sebastian confirms, "Who the hell does that? Who tells someone they're leaving them because they love them?"
"Haven't you ever heard 'if you love something let it go'?" Kurt responds weakly.
"Yeah, and whoever said that was an idiot too," Sebastian asserts. "If you love something you hold onto it as tight as you fucking can, and you make damn sure it doesn't ever want to go."
"How would you know anything about love?!" Kurt hurls out, lashing out in his fragility.
Sebastian's eyes flash with something that looks a lot like pain, but just as quickly anger is replacing it once more and Kurt can almost convince himself that he imagined it.
"I don't have to know about love to know that this is stupid," Sebastian finally says, and Kurt can hear an echo of that flash in his voice. It is enough to stop Kurt's own anger, leaving him feeling nothing but drained and disheartened.
"He's trying to do what's best," he manages to whisper, though it sounds lame to his own ears.**
Ages later Blaine wakes first, noticing the sun has gone down. The room is very dark, small light emanating from computer gizmos and the street light pushing through the thin curtains.
He woke because Kurt is fighting another nightmare, heart racing, murmuring nonsense, perspiring and occasionally shaking. It reminds Blaine of watching a cat sleep, who is probably chasing a bird.
As for Kurt, these nightmares are becoming common and also worrying Blaine of their own fragility. "Hey, KurT, wake up."
He tries to wake him with kisses, rubs on his arms and gentle rubs on his forehead.
For Kurt he can feel kisses on his cheek, he's aware of kisses on his forehead, his nose and lips. "Hmmm!" It's the one on his lips that does the trick, the soft pressure of just sitting there, waiting for him to respond. Hands rubbing his ear lobes and his breathing is slowing down and becoming rhythmic in time with Blaine. The nose against his nose, and now Blaine is holding his breath, till Kurt responds.
Finally Kurt wakes up, "Blaine!" "Hey, welcome back." He wakes up to a tight embrace of Blaine's reassurance that all is well, it was a bad dream. He reaches his arms around Blaine, pulling him in, snuggling into his chest. All scents wonderful, reassurance that the best kisses, the best hugs, the best of love will always be with Blaine.
~ Klaine snuggles like comfy slippers ~
"What time is it?"
"I have no idea, I've been awake a little while. You were having another bad dream, yeah?" Blaine reaches over and turns on the bed side night light.
"Yeah, but I'm not really sure what over." Kisses and cuddles make everything better. "Are we going to talk about this possessiveness of yours?"
Kurt's face is angled into Blaine's neck, it's a comfort angle to reassure Blaine. Blaine's in control, he has the remote and the reigns.
It isn't a submissive role for Kurt, it's totally reassuring.
Blaine inhales, opens his mouth and slowly exhales. Kurt counts from eight back to one, for him. "I want you, I have done since I knew you were the one for me. Since I realized that you completed me. I've always wanted us married, or if not possible to be as close to it as can be."
A hummmm from Kurt, this is wonderful news, he loves and adores being reminded of this. It makes him feel valued. "But I told you, I'm yours. You asked me when we were in Dalton, after Pavarotti died, you asked me then and I said yes then. And when you proposed to me, I'd been thinking of proposing to you, but you beat me to it. And I said yes then. Blaine ….."
"No KurT, listen to me. Hear me out." He cuddles in and around and ends up above Kurt. Resting on his elbows, holding the softs pads of his ears, kisses of comfort from the tip of his nose, cheeks and lips. Leaning his forehead on Kurt's, "I don't want to wait a moment more, than is necessary. I don't want to wait three more months." Lifts his head up and back to exclaim, "Heck! I don't even want to wait for our wedding date." He's beginning to sound a whiney three year old.
Kurt pulls his legs to a comfort position for him, enough to have Blaine know that he's serious too. "Blaine, where did you go this afternoon?"
"Ahuh, I wondered when you'd ask that." He straddles Kurt. "Here check this out." And he takes off his shirt and pulls down the top of his pants to reveal his right hip. "What do you think?"
Kurt pushes himself back and out from under Blaine. "Oh my God, Blaine what have you got there?" Kurt touches the glad wrap, which is soothing for Blaine. Then he pulls it back, to reveal some thick cream covering a sore.
No ordinary sore. The soothing touch gives Blaine shivers. Blaine grabs a soft cloth and wipes the cream away. "DOM? What the hell is dom?" Kurt looks up at Blaine, who's a little pink with embarrassment.
"It stands for Date Of Marriage. I wanted the tattooist to put a date in, but he wouldn't do it." Crossing legs and grabbing Kurt's hands and raising them to his chest, "KurT, I want to be married with you. I want to do this soon. I feel like there's no tomorrow, there's only here and now." And now he's starting to sob, very slowly. "I…, I…."
"Stop, stop." Wrapping his legs and getting comfortable on their bed, Kurt pulls Blaine in to him too. "Hey?" He lifts Blaine's chin up, wipes the one or two tears that escaped from the dark brown held eyes.
Kurt looks at the eyes he'd been searching for. They belong to someone he'd been searching for, for such a long, long time. "Blaine, you've got me. You had me at 'with'. Being married with someone, is definitely not the same as being married to them. Let's …" Kurt falters, wondering which angle is more right.
A loud, audible breath in. "Let's do it then."
"REALLY?" Blaine's smile and exuberance remind Kurt of the photo on his Mother's dresser of an excited Blaine at the lolly shoppe. "When, when?"
"You choose, you want it sooner."
"Okay, tomorrow then. All the paper work is submitted, we've just been waiting on the details and the date to come around. Tomorrow, we wake up, get up, get ready and go down to City Hall."
"Blaine, I've got classes tomorrow!" Kurt whinges. "I can't miss more days, you've been…making me miss so many days already."
Kurt's looking downward at his hands, he's not aware of the building anger in Blaine until he recognizes the silence in the room and definite lack of movement from him. He looks up and the Blaine he knows so well, the soft Blaine has disappeared. The Blaine he knows so well, the aggressive possessive Blaine, is slowly coming into focus.
Kurt raises his arms in defeat, in acceptance that being married is more important than NYADA. "I know what you're going to say Blaine. That you've sacrificed so much for me already. I know, I know."
Blaine isn't backing down. Kurt takes Blaine's hands and brings them to his own heart. He sighs and changes into his own adorable smile, and looks up into a waiting reception.
"Blaine Devon Anderson, I really love you, you make me feel so connected, safe and loved. We don't know what life is going to bring us, and I expect with the good days there will be bad days. I don't know how much time we're going to get, but I'd rather it be together than apart. " Kurt takes a moments breath and places kisses over Blaine's clasped hands.
"You have already shown me how much you love and adore me. Your proposal was exceptional, with getting the McKinley kids and the Warblers together and the others, and singing for me. You've sung so many songs to … me…." And now it's Kurt's turn to cry. But Blaine doesn't budge, it's Kurt's turn to show him how much he really is loved and valued.
"I've actually been in love with you since the day I first saw you. At first I thought it was just mere infatuation, and then as I got to know you, it really was so much more than just that. You make me feel less complicated, less two left feet." Kurt looks down and up at Blaine, finding it very difficult because he still doesn't have a shirt on, and Blaine's body is another reason he wants to keep him. But should he tell him this as well?
"The whole time you were proposing, it was like I was playing a repeat button. It was beautiful and perfect, just like you are. The whole proposal was like you had said, it was like I was remembering what you'd already told me so many, many times. Over and over again. And I desperately want to be with you too, for all eternity."
Kurt stops to catch his breath, Blaine has calmed down significantly now. And Kurt doesn't want this marriage to be an ultimatum. It's a combining of two beautiful souls, creating one masterpiece.
Blaine sighs, pulling Kurt out of a moment of reverie. Blaine shivers again, and Kurt leans closer, he puts a hand on Blaine's chest, above his heart. Ugh! The other hand, still holding Blaine's hands are holding closer to his own chest and heart.
"Together, Blaine Devon Anderson and Kurt Elizabeth Hummel together. Partners in crime, lovers, husbands, married partners." A big swell of pride in his chest and a huge smile, because Blaine is now smiling widely too. "What do you say to tomorrow then?"
"Okay, I say okay and yes!"
~ Klaine pashes all mooshy delightful and personal hunny hunny time, again! ~