Title from the Evanescence song of the same name- shocker, I know. Do I ever title anything unrelated to Evanescence? Probably not.
This is supposed to be kind of early!Klaine, so.
Bleed (I Must Be Dreaming)
The door was locked, two schoolbags leaning against it. Two blue-and-red blazers hung neatly on the coat hanger.
Two young boys sat on the bed, their hands intertwined and their lips pressing gently against the other's.
Kurt was trying to hold back a moan when he felt something liquid and slightly sticky smearing over his upper lip. He pulled away slowly, and whispered, his eyes widening, "Is that blood?"
Blaine's hand shakily touched under his own nose, and when he looked at it, he swore. "Oh my god, Kurt, I'm so sorry! It's winter and my-" he cut himself off, pressing his fingers tightly to the skin, as if trying to push the blood back.
"Oh, sweetie, you don't need to apologize," said Kurt gently, after shaking off the initial shock. "Come on, let's go wash off the blood and then tilt your head back till it stops."
Blaine nodded carefully, still holding his hand to his face, and followed Kurt to the bathroom.
Once the blood was no longer staining Blaine's face, Kurt made him tilt his head upwards and guided him back into the bedroom and onto the bed, letting him lie with his face towards the ceiling. Blaine closed his eyes, craning his neck further. Kurt sat on the chair next to the bed and looked at him, smiling an adoring smile at the simplicity and the beauty of his boyfriend.
Boyfriend. The word seemed out of context, unrelated to him, impossible, yet so real, almost as if you could see and touch it.
Thinking of Blaine as his 'boyfriend' also made his heart swell with pride.
"I think it stopped," said Blaine after a couple of minutes. "Thank you," he opened his eyes, those huge hazel eyes, to gaze at Kurt.
Kurt leaned over his face, kissing his lips for a moment. "You're welcome."
So I managed to give myself a cut inside my mouth, and let me tell you, that thing bleeds like crazy. As much as I might enjoy reading vampire stories, I do not wish to drink blood, and it tastes fairly nasty.
Ugh.
So, you know, being the asshole I am, I decided Blaine should suffer along, even if only momentarily. Then I got hit with feels and it got sort of fluffy?