One Hand One Heart
They didn't notice it until Santana came to visit and called them out.
Because when they were alone, it was simple and careless; natural.
It was nothing for Kurt to come up behind Blaine when he's cooking in the kitchen, and slip a hand under his shirt to gently massage a few sore muscles in his back. Nothing for Blaine, when Kurt lay on the couch and worked on some design in his notebook while resting his legs on Blaine's thighs, to stroke his calf absently under his jeans. It was nothing for them to sit together on the bed or carpet for hours on end, each minding their own, and occasionally tangle legs or hands or feet or just their entire bodies.
So when Santana showed at their door, they didn't give it a fleeting thought. Only when she chuckled at Blaine who sat down practically in Kurt's lap instead of on the other couch, they looked at each other, confused. Blaine moved to sit next to Kurt- still very close together, but not on him- and tried to focus in the conversation.
It was annoying, though. Blaine wanted to lean back and feel Kurt's warm chest or maybe his arms around him, while Kurt felt too exposed and uncomfortable without the grounding weight of Blaine.
When she left, it was almost a relief- they shut the door behind her and went back to the living room to sit together and watch TV, curled into each other, twining their fingers and kissing freely.
Kurt offered not to have Santana over again; Blaine said it's rude. He did agree it was weird not to sit together, and Kurt laughed at their shared silliness.
They decided to just be more careful around Santana, from now on, and then Blaine lay back on the couch- Kurt moved with him as if they were one- and they fell asleep together.
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