I like both chocolate and angst, okay?
Tears of Chocolate
"Baby? Please open the door," begged Kurt. Blaine locked himself in their bedroom about half an hour ago, after the biggest fight they had in a long time. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Just please, open the door."
Listening closely, he could hear Blaine's shaky breaths; it seemed like he was still crying.
"I know I was being stupid and arrogant and an asshole and I'm sorry! But please, baby, you're worrying me."
A louder, longer and deeper breath, then, "What about what you said?"
Kurt's heart broke. "I will hate myself every day of the rest of my life for saying that. You are the best, most loving, sweetest person in this world, and I will hate myself even more if I lose you for being the idiot I am."
The door made a creaking noise, and Blaine's half-sobs-half-breaths were close. He was probably leaning against the door.
"I know I don't deserve you to forgive me," Kurt whispered, his cheek against the wooden door. "But I don't know what to do if you don't."
The door opened suddenly, and Kurt, unprepared, fall right into Blaine's arms. They held each other for a long time, not saying a word, grasping at each other, hurt and aching.
"Blaine," said Kurt in a tiny voice after a while. His head lied on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine's head rested on his. "I love you."
Blaine buried his face in Kurt's neck. "I love you too. And I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. This was all my fault and please, forgive me."
Blaine sniffed. "It wasn't. And I already did. It just… still hurts to know you can see me that way."
Kurt gripped Blaine's face, bringing them to his, looking straight into his eyes. "Blaine Devon Anderson. Do not, ever, for a second, think I see you as a slut or a drama queen or that I still give a damn about the fact you fucked some guy that wasn't me when you were in high school."
Blaine's red eyes were watery again.
"People do stupid things they regret. One of them for me is this fight. Can we please end it and go eat our feelings?"
Blaine nodded.
In the kitchen, leaning against the island, they ate the pralines Kurt brought from work few days ago, silent and still thinking. They were standing close but not touching- when they both reached for another piece at the same time, a spark shot up Kurt's hand when he touched Blaine's.
When he saw a smear of chocolate just above Blaine's upper lip, he decided to take a deep breath and stop thinking.
Leaning in, he murmured, "You have a little chocolate," he kissed it away lightly, not sucking or open mouthed, and continued, "right over there."
Kurt could feel Blaine's hot, uneven breaths on his lips. "Does this mean we're okay now?"
"I really hope it does."