Blaine was standing in his room, his space, to be exact, because there weren’t actually any walls in his and Rachel’s home. He looked really insecure and apologetic. Always apologetic since that night in Battery park.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“Jesus, Blaine, it’s 2am on the Christmas day, we all will be up soon enough.” Kurt sat up in his bed rubbing his eyes. He felt a bit dizzy from the ice skating they did earlier and he was pretty sure his throat was a bit sore.
“Kurt…” Blaine’s voice was raspy and Kurt has only just noticed that he’s been crying. His heart skipped a beat – even though they were broken up he couldn'tt help feeling protective of Blaine still and it hurt a little seeing him cry.
“Blaine, why are you crying?” He didn’t get an answer and Blaine kept standing there, so close but actually not close at all. Kurt wanted to replace Blaine’s hands that were hugging his tiny torso with his own. He sighed.
“Blaine, come here.” The words were out of his mouth before he could think about them and Blaine was rushing to him, already wrapping his arms around Kurt and sitting awkwardly on his bed, crying even harder and louder now.
“Kurt… Kurt, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to wake you up but… I couldn’t stop thinking about you, which isn’t very unusual because I think about you all the time, but I just… needed to see your face and I knew that you were just a few meters away and it was so quiet and it’s the closest we’ve been since you came to McKinley and I know you don’t trust me anymo-“
“Blaine. You really don’t have to explain this to me.” Kurt was holding him in his arms and his hands were soothingly drawing patterns on the other boy’s back simply on reflex. He couldn’t bring himself to stop it nor did he want to.
For it’s not Christmas when you’re not here
“I miss hugging you, Kurt. I miss you so much.” There was desperation in his voice and something else Kurt’s very familiar with. Longing.
“I miss you too. But you’re here now, aren’t you?”
“I know, but it’s like…” Blaine pulled away to sit back but he stayed as close as possible and took Kurt’s hand in his. He wasn’t crying as much as he was a minute ago but he was still sniffling a little bit. “It’s not like before, is it? I mean, obviously, but I’m holding your hand right now and I still miss you. I miss your smile, your lips, your eyes, your hands, even your hair. I miss that part of you that used to be mine, you know?” He smiled that sad kind of smile that breaks Kurt’s heart every time. He is so beautiful.
“And I have no right to say that, I know I don’t after all that I’ve done, but today I was so happy to see you, Kurt. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been. And I’m sorry about everything. I know you don’t hate me. You told me yourself that I know you better than anyone. I know that you don’t hate me, Kurt-“
“Of course I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, baby.” His eyes widened at the endearment. He didn’t mean to say that, but it felt so natural coming out of his mouth.
Blaine was looking at his face intently, like trying to decide something. Even in the darkness Kurt noticed the blink in Blaine’s eyes shifting a little to his lips. Then he met Kurt’s eyes and Kurt couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the awkwardness between them, the plead and loneliness in Blaine’s eyes which were probably shown in his own eyes, too, because, even though it hurt to admit, they still loved each other as much as they did a year ago when Blaine gave him a promise ring. I promise to always love you. To kiss you wherever and whenever you want.
Kurt leaned in and captured Blaine’s lips in a kiss.
I’ll be home soon don’t you fear, dear
The thing is, once he could finally taste Blaine again on his lips, on his tongue and in his mouth he was sure he wasn’t going to let go of that boy right here in his arms.
Blaine’s hand found his face and he cupped it with such tenderness that it made Kurt’s toes curl. He shifted closer and deepened the kiss, tongues now freely exploring each other’s mouths. Both felt the need to get closer, closer until they couldn’t tell where Kurt ended and Blaine started. Where there was just a whole of Kurt and Blaine, the way it used to be, the way it is and will be. Kurt didn’t want to lose the feel of Blaine on his body for a second so he kept kissing and touching. He missed him so much, so much and he’s tired of crying and being sad and lonely, so lonely. This is where he’s happy, and he knows Blaine is happy too. It’s how it’s supposed to be. Nobody can ever break it, not even either of them.
Blaine kept kissing him with so much passion and love, it was impossible to take a breath and if he died now because of it, he would die a happy boy.
“Blaine.” Kurt breathed, lips still touching. “Blaine.” He didn’t know what to say, and he wasn’t sure if he needed to say anything.
“Kurt, I love you. So much, you have no idea.” His voice was raspy and his lips looked so pretty all red and wet like that. This boy looked so beautiful because of his kissing.
“I think I do. I love you too, you know. Never stopped.”
“I know.”
They smiled at each other, eyes meeting for a second before they leaned in at the same time and kissed again.
