Prompt from imagineyourotp on tumblr- "Imagine your OTP stuck in an elevator after they've had a fight"!
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Brown Paper Bag
"Whatever," Kurt yells, flailing his hands dismissively. "I need to get to work anyway."
"Fine, I need to get to school anyway," Blaine says in a petulant voice, and goes back into the kitchen while Kurt grabs his bag and goes out the door, slamming it closed as he leaves.
Blaine looks around for a moment, frustrated at his morning starting with such a stupid fight, and his eyes land on a brown paper bag on the table. He doesn't think twice before grabbing it and running out the door.
When he turns around the corner, he sees the elevator doors starting to close and yells, "wait!" running as fast as his feet will carry him, right into the elevator, letting out a breath when the doors close behind him.
"You, um, you forgot your lunch," he presents the bag to a confused, still-partially-angry Kurt.
"Thanks," Kurt says coldly, taking the bag from him and looking away.
Blaine looks at his socked feet (he hasn't put on his shoes before Kurt's frustration turned to yelling), thinking that maybe he shoul-
Creaaaaak
Boom!
The elevator has stilled.
"Shit, shit shit shit shit not today why does this have to happen today!"
Blaine doesn't say anything, although he'd like to; he just stares at Kurt's face as he gets more and more frustrated, pressing the alarm button several times, and then all the other buttons.
Kurt's eyes snap towards Blaine, and he quiets, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. When he opens them, he's looking at the ceiling. Blaine's still looking at him.
What if we're gonna die is the first thought that comes to Blaine's mind. Good thing I ran after him, then.
Kurt's gaze is fixed on the gray ceiling as if it's the most interesting thing he's ever seen. Blaine can hear him think, and he's terrified of whatever hides under that chestnut-colored coif of hair.
They both stare for a while; the only sounds in the tight space are their unconsciously synchronized breaths.
Blaine clenches his fist and unclenches it a few times.
"I'm so-"
"It was-"
Kurt looks at him. He looks at Kurt.
"I'm sorry."
"It was my fault."
"I shouldn't have yelled at you liked that."
"I shouldn't have made you angry, I know you hate it when-"
The elevator shakes, and Blaine jumps into Kurt's spread arms. They grip each other for a moment, until the fear dies down and they're simply hugging.
Creaaaaak!
The elevator starts moving slowly downwards again, and they both let out a breath. Even when the doors reopen, they're reluctant to leave each other's arms. Kurt's looking at the bag he's gripping with the hand that's resting over Blaine's back as they step out of the elevator together.
"I love you," Kurt says in a small voice. "I'm so sorry."
"I love you, too," Blaine says into the skin of Kurt's neck. "Please don't ever walk away angry again."
"I promise. And I won't get angry next time, I swear, and if I do you can remind me I said this today, and I'll even kick my own ass for you."
Blaine smiles, tearing. "I promise to try harder not to make you angry next time. And if I forget you should kick my ass, because you do it better than me."
"I do indeed."
They part with a kiss in lieu of a goodbye; after all, they have vowed to never say goodbye to one another.