Genre/tags: Fluff, pure absolute unadulterated fluff. Alternate meeting.
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“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Blaine scrunches his nose up apologetically. “I’m desperate, here, okay! I just need a reas-”
“Blaine,” Santana hisses as he starts taking a few steps forward. She grabs his arm. “Are you seriously going to do this? Are you really going to stoop that damn low, Anderson?”
“...Maybe? Look, I’ll just ask! No harm done!”
The look she gives him then is one of pure judgement. “You’re gonna make us look like tourists! You hate looking like a tourist, Ohio boy, I know you!”
Blaine winces with an awkward laugh.
“I have to do this,” He tells her resolutely with a nod. “I have to ask him to take our picture in front of my own work place.”
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“Fine.” Before Blaine can celebrate however, Santana continues. “Only because you’ve been drooling over this guy for weeks and I cannot stand your nicknames for him. I never want to hear ‘Angel McPerfectHair’ ever again and if you don’t ask for his name I swear to god, Bla-”
“Okay! Okay! I get it! I’ll ask for his name,” Blaine placates, unable to hide his excited grin.
“And his number.”
Blaine freezes, “N-no. Too far. Too soon.”
“Are you kidding me,” Santana says again with an eyeroll.
Before Blaine can invent an excuse, she turns and heads to the coffee shop in front of their building.
Blaine runs after her with wide eyes and a mantra of “no, no, not ready, santana, no”
“Hi. Can you take a picture of me and my homosexual friend?” Santana asks The Guy, while Blaine knocks into her back with an embarrassed whine.
“Um, sure,” He responds with an amused smirk. His eyes flit to Blaine and his smile grows a little. “Where do you want me?”
“Oh, my god.” Santana grabs onto Blaine’s phone while he gapes and hands it to the man before pulling them into standing side by side like they’ve seen tourists do thousands of time. “You’re doing the dishes for a week, Anderson.”
“Wait, can you unlock it?” The guy asks, handing the phone back with a small tilt of his mouth.
Santana narrows her eyes as Blaine steps out from against her side.
They all know that Kurt could have accessed the camera without unlocking it.
“I’m Blaine, by the way,” Blaine supplies in a whisper as he types in his passcode. He knows Santana can probably hear them but at least she doesn’t snort or laugh. That would probably come later.
“Kurt,” Is the response he gets as he hands back the phone with a private smile. “Should I add a filter?” He, Kurt, adds jokingly.
“Oh, no, I think we’re good, no need. But... you can add something else, if you want. To my phone. Add som-” Blaine swallows. “Maybe the flash,” He finishes lamely with an embarrassed grin.
Kurt smiles at him, though, eyes crinkling with it and Blaine’s mouth goes somewhat dry.
Blaine only steps back when Kurt raises the phone along with an eyebrow.
“Right, yeah, photo,” Blaine mumbles, settling back against Santana who he is purposefully not making eye contact with.
“Maybe a filter is a good idea, might make you look less like a gay smitten tomato,” Santana says through a perfect smile right as Blaine’s kind of falters.
Of course that’s when Kurt takes the first photo. “Should I take another?” He asks with a small almost fond laugh when he sees the result.
Blaine nods, afraid something stupid will come out if he opens his mouth. Like asking if he can take one of Kurt. Naked.
He’s pretty sure the blush Santana mentioned goes up another two notches when the second picture is taken.
Kurt brings his arms down to look at the phone and Santana takes the opportunity to push Blaine forward.
“Hey,” Blaine says with a weird breathy laugh. “Does it look good?”
“That it does,” Kurt responds, looking right at Blaine. He hands the phone back. “Didn’t add the flash but I did add something else.”
Blaine grins and looks down to where a new contact page is open. Kurt Hummel. A phone number. Two addresses.
One of them is the building right next to Blaine’s. Kurt works at Vogue.
Blaine knew he had to be close but not that close.
“You work at Vogue.”
“And you work right next door.”
Blaine flushes and he hears Santana cackle behind them.
“You, ha,” Blaine starts, rubbing at the back of his neck, feeling weak and breathless at the sight of Kurt’s smile. “You knew.”
Kurt nods, biting at his lip a little. “I kind of wish I had come up with the asking for a picture thing first. I was hoping for a romantic “accidental” meeting in a coffee shop, I was planning on maybe dropping some sugar packets on your foot or something, maybe making a joke or two about how sweet you were.”
Santana sighs while Blaine grins in delight, skin tingling all over under Kurt’s gaze.
“I think that would have won me over, for sure.”
“Yeah?” Kurt asks, smirk melting into a grin to return Blaine’s.
“We could still give it a go? Maybe go to the coffee place now?”
Kurt’s eyebrows raise, “Did you just... That was so smooth. I would love to go to coffee with you.”
Blaine tries very hard not to smile as big as wants to. He fails spectacularly.
Kurt doesn’t seem to mind.
Santana, however, is making noises like this is the absolute worst day of her life. She leaves without a goodbye when Blaine sheepishly tells Kurt he once heard what his coffee order was from three people down the line in the coffee shop very close to, apparently, both their work places.
At the end of their date, nearly five hours, a location change, and a different meal later, Kurt pushes one of the tiny sugar packets that came with their after-dinner coffees onto the floor and Blaine follows it with his eyes and when he looks back up with a giggle Kurt kisses him over the table.
Kurt leans back with a dazed looking smile.
“You really are swee-”
Blaine interrupts him with a kiss of his own, grinning against Kurt’s mouth.
Their coffee goes cold and remains unsweetened as Blaine inconspicuously picks up the sugar packet and slips it into his pocket.
Kurt finds it one morning in his apartment nearly a year later and Blaine has to tackle it out of his hands using kisses as a distraction tactic while Kurt wheezes with laughter and uses his height to his advantage. He gladly accepts Blaine’s grumbly kisses, slipping his bare arms through Blaine’s open button-up and placing a kiss on the side of his neck with a whispered promise that he won’t use it.
A few months after that, Santana helps them move into their own place and they both yell “NO!” at her when she goes to rip it open to pour it into her tea. She throws it at their faces when they sheepishly tell her what it is and what it means.
She huffs and grabs something from one of the boxes in the hallway that she helped pack, it’s a framed picture that she gave them as a secretly sweet joke, the one containing the picture of Blaine and Santana in front of their office building and coffee shop.
She removes the back of the frame and slips the sugar packet in front of the photo before clicking it back together and placing it on the kitchen counter.
Kurt bites at his smile while Blaine full on grins at Santana and coos at her.
Two days later, when they finally start unpacking their stuff, one of the first things Kurt does is find nails and a hammer so he can put the picture up in their hallway.
Blaine watches from the couch with a soft smile that turns into a grin when Kurt walks close enough to the couch for Blaine to pull him down on top of him with a wheezing laugh.
They don’t unpack anything for another day and a half.
Fic: "Honesty and Trust Are Sins (In This Business), Dear"
Rating: T
Word Count: 25,000
Genre/Tags: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe: Celebrities, Political talk-show host!Kurt, Broadway Baby!Blaine
Warnings: This is a future fic so Kurt is a little bit more... abrasive? His job is to grill politicians and actors until they break or embarrass themselves basically. Also this doesn't actually contain that much political talk, so no worries there.
Summary: “Blaine Anderson. America’s sweetheart, they call him the new Gene Kelly.” [...]“A musical brat who thinks of himself as an activist. How cute.”
“How long are you planning on being a smartass?” Puck teased, smirking. “I need to know whether to schedule him for next week or next month.”[...]
“Next week. I need to ruin him before his name reaches my circles.”
Basically I watch too much Real Time with Bill Maher and the Daily Show.
A/N: *heavy breathing* after a few months of work it is finally done!
Other than an extra scene that will be added later (separately), it is now COMPLETE!
Warnings: A little angst and a lot of fluff. This is 100% a fixit/getting back together fic. [No cheating]
Summary: "“You kissed me,” He interrupts, because Blaine sounds wrecked and all he would have to do is take one step forward and Kurt would repeat their mistake."
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Kurt watches the New (New) Directions sing and dance their little hearts out with a smile. He feels like a proud parent behind the scenes, pre-wincing every time a hard move come up and breathing out with relief every time any kind of lift goes off without a hitch.
It’s amazing seeing them come together so perfectly even with all the drama that had led up to Sectionals, but when he thinks about it they’re doing much better than their group had that first year. He wonders if he’ll start missing it, performing, the longer he stays their teacher.
He’s just about to start mentally listing numbers the Glee Club could do in which he and Rachel could join in without it being too weird when Blaine steps up next to him.
Kurt smiles at him because he knows how to do that, now; smile like his heart isn’t pounding in his throat like a solid presence that’s blocking his breathing, like he can’t feel the phantom way his ribs feel tight with something that’s missing. Like he doesn’t have to steady his hands and remind himself not to show Blaine that seeing him hurts as much as it does.
Because Blaine isn’t his anymore.
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But there he is, and Kurt can still read him like a habit, like a sweet routine he never stopped following. He can see how tense Blaine’s shoulders are, like he’s nervous, just like he can see the determination in his serious eyes. But he’s not looking at the stage like winning the competition happening on it is what he’s focused on. He’s looking at Kurt.
He’s looking at him like he can see right through that smile especially as it fades. He’s looking at him like he can hear Kurt’s heart as loudly as Kurt can feel it under his skin.
He’s looking at him like he can read Kurt right back and that hurts the most because everything they are is still there, like a link that was never severed because despite everything neither of them ever tried to. Not really, not fully.
They’re still them and that makes it all worse. Staying away, stopping himself from reaching out and touching, holding him like he used to, like rules he keeps having to repeat to himself otherwise he’d forget that he can’t break them.
But then Blaine looks at him like he is and Kurt sees his own feelings mirrored and Kurt stops being able to put on his fake smile and the shaking in his fingers returns because everything he wants is right there but he can’t have it.
He repeats that to himself like a hopeless mantra that fades to static when Blaine suddenly leans forward and kisses him. It’s off center and too hard but it leaves Kurt a mess anyway.
When Blaine steps away Kurt almost doesn’t let him, both lacking the presence of mind to stop him or remember why he shouldn’t.
He’s breathing heavily and Blaine’s out of his reach again just like the words stuck somewhere in his throat and before he can somehow fix either of those things he distantly hears the music stop and thunderous applause from what feels like miles away.
Blaine looks just about as lost as Kurt feels but there’s something else behind that, the same determination Kurt had seen earlier, before he realized it had been directed at him.
Seconds later the kids scramble off the stage with excitement and giggles and Kurt loses Blaine in the crowd the second they're forced to break eye contact.
He doesn’t have time to deal with anything as he’s pulled into a group hug that Rachel joins in on all smiles and excited jumps.
The next group to perform is Vocal Adrenaline but Kurt can’t find it in himself to leave his space right off the stage. Even as his kids clamber away to find their seats in the audience, he stays.
He barely lasts half a song before he sets off to find Blaine. He feels like his neurons are being fired up again after all shutting down and it leaves him scared and angry.
Scared because he couldn’t stand either of them running away from what had happened and scared because what if it meant nothing? What if it was just a moment of weakness and sentimentality? Some kind of heartbreaking and mind-losing nostalgia?
Angry because he doesn’t know. Because Blaine kissed him like that while still in a relationship that’s not with Kurt and angry because it’s not with Kurt.
After weeks of hoping and daydreaming and picturing the hundreds of way they could get back together he couldn't let his hope run away.
He bursts into the Warblers greenroom where he’s met with an empty room except for scattered clothes and ties and bags which soothes Kurt somewhat because that reminds him that Blaine couldn’t have left. He was their teacher, after all, and even though they had performed already they all still had to stay until the winners were announced.
“I was hiding out in your greenroom, actually.”
Kurt spins around to see Blaine standing just outside the door he had just rushed through.
“How very show-choir of us,” Kurt says because he can’t think of anything else.
“Kur-”
“You kissed me,” He interrupts, because Blaine sounds wrecked and all he would have to do is take one step forward and Kurt would repeat their mistake.
Blaine pauses and his mouth kind of falls open like he doesn’t know how to start the sentences he wants to. In the end he seems to settle on, “I did.”
But then Blaine does take a step forward and Kurt has to force himself to take one back.
“I am not- I won’t be... I won’t do this. You and Dav-”
“We broke up.”
“What?” Kurt wheezes out. He closes his eyes and tilts his head to the ceiling as the realization hits him little by little.
“Kurt, after you came back... I couldn’t- He knew I was still in love with you. We called it quits a while ago.”
That gets Kurt to meet Blaine’s eyes again, his mind reeling between the realization that Blaine had been single again for some time without doing anything about it and... “You’re still in love with me?”
Blaine huffs out a breath and it comes out like a desperate sound that Kurt feels down to his toes and suddenly Blaine’s rushing forward and grabbing Kurt’s face between trembling palms and pressing a kiss as urgent as his previous statement to his mouth like he needs Kurt to understand the complexities of everything he’s feeling in one single kiss.
Eyebrows furrowed and eyes shut tight Kurt responds in kind, bringing his own hands to match Blaine’s so he can pull him closer, opening his mouth under his and forgetting to breathe in through his nose.
It’s fierce and on the edge of too harsh but it’s what they need and Kurt can’t help but feel normal again, like everything is clicking and crashing back into place after being shattered apart for so long.
When Blaine breathes in harshly as he twists his head to the other side to catch Kurt’s lips again at a different angle Kurt does the same and it leaves his head spinning as frantic fingers press into his jaw before pushing up along his ear into his hair on one side and Blaine’s other arm fits itself around Kurt’s neck.
Blaine feels perfect pressed against him and it’s not sexual even as their kiss deepens minutely out of a need to be closer, to have things be fixed. Not exactly going back to normal just finding a new one. Finding each other again.
By the time Kurt’s run out of breath again, his lips feel swollen and every inch of him is tingling, somehow halfway between numb and more alive than ever.
That’s when the Warblers come back to their greenroom. Through the wide open door.
“Um.” Is the first thing they hear before a slew giggles and catcalls reaches them. Kurt and Blaine don’t even have time to separate before the New Directions are there as well, including Rachel’s who’s hiding a huge grin behind her hand and Sam who's punching the air and shouting "Yes!".
Kurt watches as Blaine tries very hard not to blush although it would probably just complete the look they’re both rocking, from the sex-roughed hair to the lovely dark pink shade of their lips.
Blaine hasn’t looked away from him yet and he’s smiling like he’s not quite sure if he should focus on the embarrassment of being caught or on the meaning of the kiss.
“They’re announcing the winners in ten minutes, it’s a little late to seduce the enemy, Kurt,” Rachel teases as she herds all the students away from the room. Before she disappears with the sea of costumes and balzers she throws a “See you out there!” over her shoulder with a laugh.
Kurt scrunches his nose up as he lets his head fall forward.
“Busted,” Blaine says with what can only be described as a giggle.
Kurt feels a finger nudge his chin up and he smiles.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and leans back into him with a beautiful and gentle smile pulling at his lips and Kurt lets himself give in and kiss it.
“We need to talk about this. About us...” Blaine mumbles while his arms tighten and he kisses back, slow and sweet.
“Hard to do that if we’re kissing,” Kurt whispers right back with a grin that Blaine bites at cheekily before leaning back. “We will talk. I have a lot to say and some apologies to make, but... right now there’s kind of only one thing I need to ask you.”
Blaine meets his eyes with a confused expression, he makes a questioning noise before it turns into a gasp when he sees Kurt get down on one knee.
“Blaine, I’m not even going to try to make this as sweet and amazing as you could make it because I could never succeed but I do know one thing I could be good at, if you would let me, and that’s spending the rest of my life loving you.
“We’ve had our ups and downs but there’s no doubt in my mind that we’re meant to be together and despite the fear and worry that we might be too young or making a mistake I know that I want it all. When you asked me to marry you I said yes because I was in love, and I still am, but now I’m asking you to say yes because we’re ready. Ready to wait if we have to, ready to try again and ready to make it.
“So, Blaine Devon Anderson, will you do me the honor of dating me, again, with the condition that you will also marry me? Like an asterisk, a promise that we will walk down the aisle together, whether that be next week or next year?”
Blaine lets out a sob-laugh as he gets on his knees in front of Kurt, nodding repeatedly. “Yes, yes, I will absolutely date you again and also later marry you. Yes.”
Of course, the door bursts open then as both their glee clubs, and most of Vocal Adrenaline, run in screaming with joy with Rachel leading the troop.
Kurt laughs softly into Blaine’s neck before pressing a kiss there and whispering “I love you.”
Blaine leans back, huge smile on his teary face. He kisses Kurt again, like a promise, like a second “yes”.
Summary: Alternative meeting AU where Blaine works at a store that sells cooking items and Kurt has a sudden need to buy many cooking items
A/N: This is for my lovely darling Noémie because today is her birthday! Love you!
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The first time he went was out of shame because Santana came over to his new apartment with chinese take-out and all he had as chopsticks were the crappy, splintery ones that came with the food since Rachel had kept the good ones.
Santana had given him such looks of disappointment and judgment he had gotten his wallet and rushed a few blocks away where he knew there was a fancy cooking store he saw - and ignored - every day on his way home.
He had noticed it because not only was everything in the window beautiful and out of his price range, but mostly because it was always open by the time he came home, unlike most stores in the area.
Finding a fancy box with two pairs of chopsticks was easy, finding the strength to pull his credit card out to pay for them was a little less easy (this definitely wasn’t Bushwick anymore) but it was finding the words when he put the box on the counter and looked up that was the hardest.
The guy ringing him up was absolutely gorgeous and Kurt almost got his card blocked when he messed up his pin twice. His nametag said “Blaine” and Kurt wanted to take Blaine home with him instead of some damn chopsticks.
Instead, he returned Blaine’s grin and said thank you as he took his bag and left. When he got to the door, however, he was stopped by a “wait!”
He turned back to see Blaine rubbing at the back of his neck which was a little pinker than before and pushing a receipt forward on the counter.
“Sorry, I forgot to give you this.”
Kurt bit his lip to chill his smile down a little as he stepped back up in front of Blaine to take the paper.
“Need me to sign anything?”
Blaine laughed adorably and looked down. “Only if you want to deposit a complaint.”
“No complaints here. Have a nice evening, Blaine.”
When Blaine looked back up his smile was radiant, albeit still a little embarrassed, and Kurt wanted to kiss it.
“You, too,...?”
“It’s Kurt.”
“Goodnight, Kurt.”
Kurt made the weirdest noise of happiness on his walk home.
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The next time he went it was just to browse. It was five months before Christmas and nowhere near any of his friends’ birthdays but he still walked around the store for ten minutes pretending to pre-pick things out for some of them. Even if barely any of them cooked.
In the end he did manage to find a cool cake tin that had an actual cake design on it.
“Well hello again, Kurt,” Blaine greeted him with a delighted smile when he saw him approach.
Kurt had managed to last eight whole days before returning to the store. Blaine still remembered his name.
“I just moved into a new apartment and kitchen wise it’s pretty barren so you might see me quite a bit.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, his kitchen was quite empty, he just didn’t mention the fact that he usually got all his appliances and cooking tools second-hand because he was trying to save money for any spontaneous trips to Lima that could come up.
“Starting with chopsticks and a cake tin, are we?” Blaine asked with a soft smile as he rung the items up and placed them in a paper bag.
“Necessities, obviously.”
Blaine laughed, “Of course.”
That time it was Kurt who forgot something. The entire bag.
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He went back three times the following week.
Once for tupperwares, another for new kitchen towels because he burnt his a little which usually wouldn’t have made him get new ones in the least but it was as good an excuse as any, and another time for a whisk - even though he had a mixer and a smaller electric one - and two wooden spoons because one could never have enough of them.
Blaine had smiled and they had chatted and it had been lovely and a few days later when Rachel had given him a cool vintage measuring cup he had pouted at her and she had made him tell her why.
When he finally did, she had written him a list of kitchen things to buy before putting it on the fridge with a flourish and a giggle.
Over the next few days, of course, everyone found out about Kurt’s crush on the guy who worked in the cooking store.
Puck showed up with a new potholder, not two, just the one and added a few surprisingly helpful items to the list, Mike came over with a job application, and Santana came by, took something from Kurt’s wallet, disappeared again before returning back with nothing more than a grin on her face and no matter how much Kurt begged she wouldn’t tell him what she had done.
So, obviously, Kurt went back to the store the next day to demand Blaine tell him what Santana had said.
Apparently, all she had done was give Blaine Kurt’s card.
Kurt snapped his mouth shut and tried very hard not to blush.
“I was, uh, actually planning on asking for your number the next time you came in,” Blaine said to the counter where he was fiddling with Kurt’s business card.
Kurt reached out for it, took a pen out of his pocket, and wrote his phone number on the back, the same one that was actually on the card. He handed it back with a smile.
“Could I double that and ask you out for coffee?” Kurt asked when Blaine looked up at him with a huge grin when he saw what was on the card.
“I would love that.”
Kurt managed to keep his happy dance internal.
The next day they went for coffee, that night Blaine offered to cook him a meal so they went back to Kurt’s apartment and... Blaine saw the list on the fridge.
While Kurt groaned and hid his face behind his hands Blaine laughed and added something to it before wrapping Kurt up in a hug and pulling his fingers away from his face. They kissed then and Kurt forgot all about the list of things he wanted to acquire in Blaine’s store.
That was until way later, after dessert and coffee and talking on the couch until they both passed out around 4 in the morning, when Kurt went back to the kitchen and saw what Blaine had added.
Warnings: Embarrassment; for the characters (well, one of them) and maybe a little bit the reader, but in a fun way
Summary: Naughty behavior in an Anderson house bathroom. Said naughty behavior gets... interrupted.
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“This may actually be the most inappropriate thing we’ve ever done,” Kurt breathed, kicking his foot out behind them to get the bathroom door closed so he could turn them and press Blaine against it. “And that’s saying something because we’ve gone to second base in a church parking lot.”
Blaine grinned, leaning his head back against the wood as Kurt undid his tie with an impatient growl. “You forgot about that time we had sex right around the corner from a barbecue at Puck’s house.”
Tie finally out of the way, Kurt started kissing down Blaine’s neck, humming as he bit a little too roughly at the damp skin just to hear Blaine moan.
Hands were just reaching for his slacks when there was a knock.
Kurt froze before burying his face in Blaine’s suit jacket to stifle a laugh as Blaine’s mother’s voice came through the door where Blaine’s head was resting once more as he stared up at the ceiling in despair.
“Blainey? Are you in there?”
Clearing his throat, Blaine turned his head as if addressing her in person. “Yes, mother, just freshening up.”
Kurt nipped as Blaine’s jaw once before dropping to his knees with a smirk when he heard Blaine’s head knock against the wood again, harder this time.
“Is everything okay, dear?”
Blaine breathed in sharply when Kurt started mouthing at him through his suit pants.
“Yep. Everything’s fine. Is there anything you - ah - need?”
Kurt took the opportunity to pull Blaine’s trousers and underwear down in one go, scratching down his thighs as he did so. He pressed his lips together to stop from laughing when Blaine cursed under his breath.
“No, no, I don’t nee- Well actually," His mother continued, thoughtfully. "Do you know where Kurt went? I was wondering if he cou-”
“He’s with Cooper, mom. Last time I saw hi-” Blaine hissed when Kurt wrapped his lips around him, fingers digging into his ass. “Him! Him and him, library, I think.”
“Do you need me to call your father?”
“No!” Blaine yelled, hands flailing around as he seemed to try and stop himself from pushing Kurt away. Kurt reached for one of them before placing it on his head. There was probably enough product in his hair that it could handle a good orgasm. “No, I’m fine, just...” He trailed off and Kurt looked up just in time to see his jaw drop when his did, swallowing Blaine down until he hit the back of his throat.
“Blaine?”
Kurt backed off to hide his face in his hands so he wouldn’t laugh.
“Yes, father?”
“Is everything okay in there, son?”
Blaine was so red Kurt wondered if he had suddenly developed an intense fever that only appeared in cases of extreme embarrassment.
“I just needed a moment alone to... splash water on my face.”
“Sweetie, that isn’t actually a thing people do,” Blaine’s mother’s voice rung out again.
Kurt pressed his mouth against Blaine’s hip so he wouldn’t burst out laughing. He didn’t even dare try continuing blowing Blaine least he start cackling and accidentally bite down. He did, however put his hands back on Blaine’s ass and start licking at him again.
“Can I just... have some time alone, please?”
“Is everything okay with Kurt?”
Kurt grinned up at Blaine when he looked down to glare at him. The effect was kind of lost when he then bit on his lip to keep in a moan as Kurt sucked at the head of his cock again.
“Everything is fine, we’re fine, jesus christ!”
“Then why do you need to cool off?” Mr. Anderson asked.
“Oh, my god,” Blaine mumbled, hand tightening in Kurt’s hair.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Cooper’s voice inquired from behind the bathroom door.
Kurt let out a bark of laughter that sounded inhuman as he fell back against the sink cabinets where he could wrap his arms around his knees so he could laugh into them.
“Little bro, are you in there? What’s going on?”
Blaine sunk to floor, looking defeated and mortified.
“I think something’s wrong with him,” Blaine’s mom announced in a fake whisper before turning her full voice to the door. “Are you sick, sweetie?”
“No.”
Kurt forced his lips together to stay quiet as he got back on his knees to crawl over to Blaine so he could press apologetic kisses to his temple.
“Do you need us to go get Kurt? Cooper, was he still in the library when you left?” Mrs. Anderson asked.
“What? No, I haven’t seen Kurt since we arrived at the house.”
Blaine whined against Kurt’s shoulder and Kurt tried not to snort or giggle.
“Should we come in, Blaine?” This time it was Blaine’s dad asking.
“No!” Blaine’s head shot up as he reached a hand back and pressed it to the door at an awkward angle like that could keep it from opening. “Christ, I’m fine! Please just... go.”
“Alright, dear, you could have just said so. I’ll go find Kurt for you. If you two are having a fight you need to talk it out.”
Kurt bit the material of Blaine’s suit as Blaine groaned. He was about to respond when Kurt placed a finger to his lips. “Don’t,” He whispered. “Let them go find me.”
“We are fighting, by the way,” Blaine hissed back but he was smiling, it was embarrassed and adorable and Kurt couldn’t help but press a kiss to it.
“You and Kurt can come out now,” Cooper coughed from behind the door.
When Kurt leaned back Blaine’s eyes were squeezed shut like he didn’t even want to deal with the reality behind them. Kurt somehow managed not to laugh as he got back to his feet and pulled Blaine up with him.
Blaine hid his face into Kurt’s shoulder when Kurt made them presentable again and pulled the door open, meeting Cooper with a smile.
“Nice suit,” Kurt said with a nod.
“Nice hickey.” Was Cooper’s response which made Blaine choke a little on a whimper as Kurt raised an eyebrow. He knew when he was being teased. He smiled and walked away, fingers trailing down Blaine’s arms to grab his hand.
“There’s no hickey, darling.”
Blaine huffed like he knew, of course, but Kurt could hear the relief in it.
Despite Cooper’s barely-subtle jokes throughout dinner they seemed to have gotten away with it. That was until Blaine’s mother winked at him when he offered to help Blaine with the dishes.
“Don’t splash too much water on yourselves, now,” She whispered as she brought them the final glasses from the table.
Blaine sat down against the sink whining and hiding his head under Kurt’s shirt and hugging his knees for ten minutes after that while Kurt laughed.
Rating: PG-13 & 1/3 (the third is for the blowjob joke)
Summary: Kurt is having some issues writing his vows.
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“I can’t do this.”
“Oh, for the love of- Just shut up and channel your inner romance novel writer.”
Kurt scrunched up his nose. “I thought we were going for honesty here?”
“Yeah, well, when we’re dealing with a tight-lipped pro-actions-are-better-than-words advocate...”
“Are you saying I suck at being vulnerable?”
“I’m saying making a joke here about sucking versus vulnerability would work far too well. I’m surprised you’re not better at this given how romantic your future-husband is on a daily basis.”
Rolling his eyes, Kurt picked his pen up again. “We complete each other.”
“See! That’s the spirit! Just tone down the sarcasm a little and you’ll be fine.”
“I could always just repeat what he says back to him, maybe change all the words and add a few witty comme-”
“Or,” Elliott interrupted. “Revolutionary idea here: Write your own goddamn vows.”
Kurt groaned and let himself fall back against the couch, letting the pen drop to the floor as dramatically as possible to match his sigh.
“I said romance novel, not Richard Rogers.”
“At least then there’d be singing,” He replied in a deadpan voice.
“Maybe yo-”
“If you dare suggest that I sing my vows to my husband on our wedding day I will add baby blue frills to the groomsmen attire. Or maybe a greenish-yellow. Pastels all the way.”
Elliott snorted, throwing Kurt’s pen back at him. “I’m sure Puck and Artie would appreciate that.”
“Artie would rock it and Puck wouldn’t dare say anything after he saw how Blaine reacted when the caterers sent the wrong menu to the printers.”
“Groomzilla?”
“It’s absolutely adorable, I’ll give him that. Scared Puck half to death, though.”
“Thank god he didn’t see you when you got the news about the venue’s ‘no rooftop weddings’ policy.”
Kurt huffed. “It has a freaking pool! Why aren’t we allowed to use the roof!? It doesn’t make any sense! If we were hosting a normal party they would have let us have it but they draw the line at weddings?!”
“Would being in water help with reciting your vows? Oh, wait. You’d have to actually write them first.”
“No, but it would help in dealing with annoying people in my wedding party.”
Elliott chuckled. “I think that might be why they don’t allow wedding ceremonies near the pool.”
“Write my vows for me.”
“No.” Elliott tapped Kurt on the nose with the pen that Kurt still hadn’t picked up again. “And you know you don’t mean that.”
“I’m just... not that good with words, okay.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the most quick-witted person I know. You probably have the best time for immediate comebacks on the entire East Coast.”
Kurt smiled. “Yeah, but not when it comes to, as you said, vulnerability.”
“You and Blaine are romantic all the freaking time. I’ve heard you say things that should, honestly, only be said in high school romance movies.”
Grinning, Kurt turned back towards Elliott. “We are a high school romance movie. That’s where we met, remember?”
“Then why can’t you put that in writing?”
Kurt fiddled with the corner of the glaringly blank page, save for a few doodles in the margins.
“Because he means more to me than a few thought out words. How am I supposed to write down something I’ve never been able to express while knowing it’ll never be enough? The way I feel about him, it can’t be explained that easily. Let alone in a few succinct sentences I have to learn by heart.”
“Kurt, that’s perfect, just say something like that.”
“What, there ain’t enough words in the english language to describe my love for this guy?”
“Well you may want to cut the ‘ain’t’, I’ve seen the venue, it’s very fancy.”
“Yeah, well, they didn’t let us have the pool so maybe they deserve a little ‘ain’t’.”
Elliott looked so disappointed in himself when he let out a surprised laugh.
“But seriously, you need to stop seeing this as some sort of surrender.”
Kurt snorted. “Now look who’s taking a page from Richard Rogers. And I’ll have you know this isn’t about surrender or being scared about making a fool out of myself. I surrendered the second it stopped being a teenage puppy-love crush and probably even before that.”
“What about making a fool out of yourself?”
Grinning, Kurt knocked his knee into Elliott’s. “I’m chicken hearted not chicken-shit.”
“Don’t you two have a whole thing about courage?”
Kurt smiled softly, turning away to bite his lip. He still did mock Blaine for that sometimes, but deep down he knew how much he owed that sentiment.
“God, and you say you aren’t romantic. Ridiculous.” With that, Elliott got up, throwing Kurt’s pen at him once again. “Write your damn vows.”
“I never said I wasn’t romantic, I live for romance. I just said I leave the romantic words to Blaine.”
“Well now it’s your turn.”
Kurt snorted. “You do know it doesn’t work like that, right? He has to have some, too.”
Rolling his eyes, Elliott grabbed his coat and headed for the door. “Actually he hasn’t written his yet.”
Jaw dropping, Kurt stood up. “What!?”
Elliott sent him a grin and wave along with a few final words: “Apparently, he’s having issues putting his feelings into words. According to Tina, his best lady, he thinks the words he needs don’t exist yet.”
“He does realize we’re getting married tomorrow, right?” Kurt called out after him as the door clicked shut. He could hear Elliott laughing as he walked down the hallway.
Settling back down on the couch Kurt reached for his phone. He smiled as he opened Facetime and called Blaine.
Blaine answered with a squeak and a rushed image of blurry darkness.
“Kurt! You’re not supposed to see the... groom!”
Kurt’s smile grew as he shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t really care, dear.”
Little by little Blaine’s face came into focus as he turned the camera back towards himself. On the way Kurt swore he caught a glimpse of bright yello legal pad paper.
“Hey,” Blaine whispered, meeting Kurt’s smile. “I’m in my pajamas so maybe we’re safe.”
“How’s Santana’s couch?”
Blaine made a pouty face. “Lumpy and awful and she’s made multiple jokes about how she’s had sex on it. Then she outright said it. Whispered it, actually. In my ear.”
Kurt snorted. “You’re the one who insisted on sleeping somewhere else tonight.”
“It’s tradition, okay! I just want to keep some element of surprised.”
“We’ve been living together for years, we picked our suits out together, and you’ve seen every hair style I can pull off. Nothing will be a surprise.”
Blaine grinned and Kurt swallowed. He looked sleep-rumbled and warm and adorable and too far away.
“Yes, but we’ll be husbands afterwards, everything will be new again.”
Snorting, Kurt let himself leaned down on the couch, giving Blaine a nice under-chin view of himself as he lay down.
“You’re the only person in the world that’ll ever see my triple-chin,” He mumbled, pulling a quilt over himself.
“It’s an honor, truly.”
Kurt stared at the screen with a smile. “I totally just called because I didn’t want to fall asleep without you here.”
From somewhere in the background, he heard an exasperated “are you fucking kidding me” and he laughed when Blaine let out an offended huff and threw a pillow somewhere off screen. Santana threw it right back.
"Do you want me to come home? I can call a cab," Blaine whispered.
Smiling, Kurt settled on his side. "No, I've seen you now so we should try not to break any further traditions."
"I'm pretty sure those were put in place before facetime was a thing."
Kurt laughed, bringing the phone close to his face so he could see the details of Blaine's smile properly. The lines at the edges of his mouth, the ones that would probably be there forever.
"I love your smile."
"I love you," Blaine responded.
"That easy, huh? I love you, too."
"Please stop," He heard Santana moan, making him laugh again.
"See you tomorrow, Husband-to-be."
Kurt sucked on his bottom lip, trying to keep his smile from turning into a ridiculous grin not that Blaine seemed to care given his own ridiculous one.
"Goodnight" Kurt said instead, fingers itching to write everything that was running through his head, every word that found its way there as he looked at the man he loved.
Warnings: Frottage, non-penetrative sex, meantions of versitality
Summary: "They may kiss like teenagers who just went steady but they fuck like adults."
A/N: This was just supposed to be pure porn but of course it became that and more including snippets of kurt and blaine's entire sexual history and habits with some feelings sprinkled on top.
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It’s the way Kurt crawls across the bed on his knees to gently take his face between his hands so he can kiss him.
It’s the way he goes in almost carefully and backs off between every kiss like he can’t stay too close for too long but quickly stops caring.
It’s the way he holds him, how he uses tender touches to guide the kiss without taking the lead.
It’s the way he’s confident in how he kisses but left so breathless and giggly when it stops being chaste.
It’s the way his breathing quickens the shorter the breaks get between each kiss and how he bites his lip when they do still pull away, like he’s trying to bite the numbness out of his mouth so they can continue forever.
It’s the way he bends forward beautifully when Blaine wraps his arms around his waist like he needs the anchor as much as he needs to touch.
It’s the way it’s easy to kiss for hours or seconds depending on how they feel.
Here they have time. Hours to fill with kisses and touches and pleasure.
Blaine’s skin feels warm where Kurt’s fingers press along his jaw, right under his ear where he can hear every little sound Kurt makes as they kiss.
He can also feel every one of his own interrupted and stinted breaths to match the tremble in Kurt’s touch born from excitement and holding back.
It’s all that and more that has them shaking apart, Blaine’s hands gripping the fabric of Kurt’s shirt as Kurt kisses him until he forgets where he is but remembers every single thing he has ever known about Kurt.
Like the way he loves it when Blaine leans away just a sliver, just enough for Kurt to chase his mouth. Or the way he swallows over and over unconsciously when Blaine starts kissing along his jaw before moving down to his neck, keeping the touch of his lips gentle and teasing to feel Kurt get worked up.
He knows every spot that drives Kurt crazy and how hard to press or kiss or bite just like he knows Kurt knows his. But it’s still all unknown, in a way, the combinations in which Kurt pushes and takes or gives. There are no rules, no steps to follow or choreography to memorize just falling into each other with the mission to make the other lose and forget every inhibition.
Because when they’re like this, just the two of them and a diminishing amount of clothes and brain function, it’s just feelings and love and sensation and making each other cry out and scream and grab onto sheets and come without it being either selfless or selfish.
That’s how they work; out in the real world, in their home, and in between the sheets. It’s the way they know each other so well while still always being surprised by one another with an act of kindness or silliness or even romance.
It’s the way Kurt sometimes comes home to a full meal waiting for him on the table at 4am because Blaine stayed up for him, changed his sleeping pattern with him during a big work event. Or the way Blaine sometimes finds tickets to a show or a play on the fridge and a naked Kurt standing in the doorway to the bedroom holding VIP passes and a smirk.
It’s the way they can still talk for hours after dinner and never run out of things to say, it’s the way they care when they ask “how was your day?”, it’s the way they discuss things like what’s bothering them or what color they should paint the hallway.
And it’s also the way they still have sex like they’re desperate for each other, on the dining room table, against the fridge, in the recently painted hallway or in their bed where they can spend hours doing everything from kissing to foreplay to trying new things and testing limits.
Like how many times Kurt can come in a night, like how long it take Blaine to come untouched with just Kurt’s fingers inside of him, like how quickly their thighs get tired when one of them rides the other, how easily it is to just fall forward and let themselves get fucked.
They still have sex after getting in a fight, they still fuck in the morning when one of them is sleepy and happily pliant, they still take showers together that end up going on for far too long before they have to run off to work with damp hair and scratch marks on their backs.
They still leave parties at their friends’ houses impolitely early so they can get each other off in the car, they still go a week without exchanging more than good-morning pecks before they break and fuck too rough and too good somewhere other than their bed.
They still use condoms sometimes just because the cleanup is easier and somehow it’s exciting, that moment after the prep, after the high before the real thing where they slow down just long enough to reach into an extra drawer, just long enough to find their heads and senses long enough to actually kiss before it’s all gasps and panting again.
Because years later the sex is still good, still great and mind-blowing and every other word that’s whispered the next morning when they’re giggling and groaning about having to get out of bed with some strain and going to work with some marks.
They can still fuck hard enough to make their legs shake for hours, make the sound of their moans and screams resonate in their ears for days afterwards during which they send each other smirking glances holding a promise for a repeat or even a follow-up.
Sometimes it’s gentle and tender and intense in a way that clogs their throats up under the sound of their breathing and their sighs and their cries when the pace is perfect and it hits just right and Blaine bites his lip or Kurt arches from a pleasure so extreme and heightened that he has to force himself to take in a breath just so Blaine can kiss it away again.
Then it’s just skin and sweat and mouths falling open while their arms tighten, it’s slow building orgasms that set their bodies on fire in a way that they crave when they’re not touching, when they’re not home or far apart.
But then it’s them again and they can make-out like teenagers and explore each other like their hands don’t know every inch of their bodies by heart, like they’re rediscovering everything with a renewed desperation.
They may kiss like teenagers who just went steady but they fuck like adults. They have the confidence that comes with years of experience together and the stamina of a couple on their honeymoon except their phase never ended.
It starts with the complete trust, respect, and affection of a friendship and the easy communication and love of a relationship, of a partnership, and it ends with them naked in bed continuing a discussion from dinner about life or politics or who has to go buy more coffee filters.
But between all that it’s Kurt undressing him, it’s his hands following the curve of his sides before leaning forward to kiss him again, it’s the way he leans them back until they’re lying on top of the bedding they hadn’t made that morning, the way he settles between Blaine’s knees without pulling his mouth away.
It’s the way it’s perfectly awkward getting out of the rest of their clothes but somehow still so very hot, like the addictive noises Kurt makes when Blaine wraps his legs around his waist and pushes his hips up, or how easily they fall into a rhythm, rocking against each other because sometimes that’s just enough.
Sometimes they don’t want that come-down moment when they pause, they don’t want their hearts to have time to slow down or their toes to stop curling.
It’s fast and rough and deliciously unplanned when they’d gone back to the room to fuck each other silly for hours and instead they’re grinding into each other like they’re still sharing an apartment and they don’t have time, like they need to make the other come before a roommate comes home.
Blaine wants to reach for a pillow to slip under his ass so he can find more purchase to fuck up against Kurt who’s moaning against his forehead because they’re already so goddamn worked up just from kissing. But then Kurt’s arms start shaking so Blaine leans up until he can settle in Kurt’s lap.
He loves Kurt like this, come-dumb without having even reached orgasm yet, easy to break even further which Blaine wants to test when he starts moving his hips in tortuous circles.
The friction is just barely enough but it pulls them to the edge ridiculously fast and Blaine knows they should stop, resettle, get some lube at least but it feels so good and Kurt is making little aborted noises of pleasure that Blaine swallows down in a kiss that makes him shiver and quicken the pace.
Only then does Blaine reach down to get his hand around them, forcing his body to slow so he can get the right angle. It’s too dry but the slight tinge makes Kurt hiss beautifully between moans, his mouth open and kiss-bitten as he holds onto Blaine like he’s worried he might fall away if he lets go.
Blaine forgets to swallow when Kurt opens his eyes to meet his before he’s reaching down to grab Blaine’s hand before moving it up to his mouth where he can lick it while Blaine watches on, wide-eyed and pulled taut, seconds away from coming right there, before Kurt can even get his hand back around them.
But then he does and Blaine whimpers and lets Kurt move Blaine's hand up and down as he uses his body to fuck up into the tight ring of their fingers. It’s slicker but there’s no grace, just grabbing at each other while they move together.
It doesn’t take long before Blaine’s on the edge again, one hand scratching against Kurt’s shoulder as he trembles, repeating Kurt’s name over and over before he screams it when Kurt shifts them roughly so he can start jerking Blaine off, forgetting about himself as he pulls Blaine further into his lap.
Blaine brings his hands up to take Kurt’s face in his hands just to have something to do while he breaks apart, mouth open around breathless moans while Kurt whispers for him to come, keeping his eyes on Blaine as Blaine does, yelling Kurt’s name before he loses his voice around a breathless scream as the orgasm hits him full-force.
His body jerks forward and he feels like a live wire, pulled between the present and something else that makes him lose the feeling in his arms and legs. He wheezed out a weak laugh when he finally starts coming down, skin burning with an intensity that still hasn’t dissipated.
Kurt’s mumbling words against his collarbone about how beautiful he looks, how gorgeous he sounds and Blaine wants to make him forget how to form sentences so he pulls him up with trembling fingers and kisses him, dirty and wet as he grinds his body forward where he knows Kurt’s trapped between them, hard and desperate.
Blaine huffs out a laugh when Kurt’s jaw goes slack and he forgets how to kiss as he wraps his arms around Blaine’s waist to pull him tighter so he can fuck up against the damp skin of his stomach and hip.
Normally it wouldn’t be enough, it wouldn’t be enough pressure or friction but soon Kurt let’s go with a shout, muscles spasming as they try to tighten without any strength before Kurt goes limp in his arms, still high and shaking.
Blaine presses his lips against Kurt’s temple, still breathing heavily as Kurt pants into his neck.
It takes them a good ten minutes to start moving, just enough to lean back against the pillows where they can curl up and giggle about having to reach for tissues to wipe each other off like they were 16 again.
It takes another five before they find the strength to shift enough to get beneath the covers where they smile at each other like idiots and whisper sweet nothings and make jokes about the youth they’re still in.
It’s easy to fall asleep, still wrapped around each other, drained and happy in a way that settles their hearts and breathing as it evens out.
It’s the way Kurt’s still holding his hand as his eyes close, the way he knows he will be there in the morning and every morning after that, the way the last thought he has before falling asleep is just how in love he is.
Fic: Starting with Wires (Build a House Around Them)
Rating: T
Word Count: A little under 4,000 words
Warnings: This is a hook-up to friendship to relationship fic so the obliviousness and misunderstandings are numerous. The angst runs deep, you see, but it ends happily. I promise.
I'm also told a warning for "feeliNGS" is necessary.
Summary: "Their relationship started with electricity, it was based around chemistry and wild fire, like live wires. It was always there, like a foundation that could burn them and for the longest time, they let it."
A/N: A piece of my soul was used up to write this thing I s2g. The working title was “ouch” but that's because I wasn't given the memo that it would end happily until halfway through it, goddamn.
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Something Kurt both loves and hates about New York is the constant hum of life right outside his window.
Most of the time it annoys him more than anything; keeps him up at night or from his work, but sometimes, on nights like these when his mind is going a mile a minute he’s grateful for the distraction, for the background noise he can steady his breathing to and drown out the thoughts making his eyes sting.
Blaine doesn’t love him.
But at least he has his neighbor’s drunken rant about how expensive being human costs nowadays to listen to.
It started during his second year at community college back in Ohio, they met in a bar, Kurt was drunk and so was He.
He kissed like he was scared, like he was ashamed and Kurt kissed back because he’d never been in a relationship and somehow that seemed like a good enough reason to go home with him.
They never swapped names, only quick and barely satisfying orgasms on the staircase in a goddamn frat house.
After that, He kissed like he didn’t want Kurt to leave.
Kurt left.
They don’t see each other for a month after that, until a friend of a friend invites him to what is known as one of the craziest parties of the year because it’s held by pre-med students after a huge exam in a neighboring school.
Turns out, He’s a med student and his fancy frat is the one throwing the party.
They make out in a bathroom on the second floor. Kurt learns his last name is Anderson an hour after that when someone yells at him to get more ice.
Kurt starts going to more parties after at, especially the ones held near the school Anderson goes to. He never goes home with anyone and he barely drinks because Anderson is starting to kiss him like he isn’t scared anymore.
Halfway through the year, after a dozen hookups, they start hanging out. It’s around then that they tell each other their names.
Blaine.
Blaine who kisses him like he’s drowning.
Blaine who doesn’t love him.
They get drunk one night and Blaine admits no one’s ever loved him, that he went to Dalton and then his father’s alma mater to study medicine but that he wants to leave, move to New York and study theater and art and music.
Kurt admits he’s never had a boyfriend and hates that he never even tried to get out of Ohio. He also tells Blaine he wanted to move to New York and do musical theater.
In a drunken giggling haze they google performing arts schools in NYC. They take a few hours but they manage to fill out a form to receive an information booklet and applications.
That night they don’t sleep together.
That night they don’t kiss.
They apply to NYADA and they get in.
That summer they move to New York. Kurt moves in with Rachel because she made it big on Broadway and has a few extra rooms to spare and Blaine gets his own apartment.
They still hang out every weekend to watch movies and practice for whatever class they have that week and Kurt is happy for the first time in years. He tells Burt that one Saturday night after Blaine falls into a popcorn coma on the couch.
He also tells his dad that he’s in love with Blaine.
Kurt falls asleep in his own bed and despite the heaviness in his heart, he’s still happy.
He cancels their movie night the next weekend and goes out drinking with Rachel instead. He still doesn’t go home with anyone.
They spend Christmas together because neither of them wants to go back to Ohio. Tipsy off eggnog and high on holiday spirits they kiss against the kitchen counter.
Blaine kisses him like he’s scared, but for a different reason this time. Kurt chalks it off to him being worried about ruining their relationship. Their friendship.
That night Kurt applies to an internship at Vogue, he decides he needs a distraction.
The day he gets it he finds out Blaine got one in a children’s hospital. Kurt wonders why Blaine needs the distraction.
They start hanging out one weekend out of two. Kurt starts inviting Rachel along and she drunkenly asks Blaine if he’s seeing anyone and he giggles awkwardly and changes the subject.
They start hanging out one weekend out of three and Kurt makes sure Rachel is always there.
Kurt books his ticket for Ohio the day Blaine tells him he’s staying in the city for the summer.
Because Blaine doesn’t love him.
In September it all falls apart.
It starts with Blaine meeting him at the airport instead of Rachel, they hug because it’s what people do and they chat all the way into the city. It’s all idle and something feels off.
It goes on while Kurt puts away all his belongings and it’s only when he’s about to put his suitcase in the back of his closet that Blaine sighs.
“Look, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Kurt swallows and his hands shake but he doesn’t pause his rearranging. He also doesn’t turn around.
“Your boyfriend?” He asks and it’s meant to be caring, like a friend would say it but he’s tired and airplane affected so it comes out bitter and harsh.
Blaine stays quiet for too long. “What?”
“You want me to meet your boyfriend? Maybe your boyfriend and mine can hang out, we could do game nights and go on holiday together,” His throat closes up then because he’s talking about a person who has Blaine and one who doesn’t exist.
He’s talking about a person he wants to be and a person he wants Blaine to be.
When he finally turns around Blaine is gone.
Kurt wonders if the reason Blaine was scared when they kissed during Christmas was because he thought he was cheating, or that maybe Kurt would tell. Perhaps that’s why Blaine didn’t suggest they meet sooner.
Kurt wonders if Blaine thinks of him like poison.
A few days later Blaine rings the doorbell and Kurt stands with his forehead against the wood and lets Blaine walk away.
The next day Rachel doesn’t talk to him and Kurt understands why when he hears the lock click and the door open before she was supposed to come home.
“Kurt?”
Kurt closes his laptop and waits for Blaine to find him.
“Hey,” Blaine breathes when he does. “We need to talk.”
“Am I poison?” Kurt asks because he hasn’t slept and everything feels cold and if he’s going to lose Blaine he may as well find out why.
Blaine makes a sound like he’s been hit. “What?”
His voice sounds scared, like his kiss was.
“Am I poison to you? In your life?”
With what is almost a sob Blaine drops to his knees in front of him and grabs for his hands. Blaine’s hands are warm.
“No. Kurt, no. You are everything but poison, you’re color and joy and courage,” He sounds desperate, now. “You are not poison.”
When Kurt stays quiet Blaine continues. “I know... I know you always hate it when I try and comfort you about anything because you’re stronger than me in so many ways but trust me when I say you saved my life. Christ, I was pre-med when we met! You helped me go after my dream rather than my parents’, or what I thought it was.”
“I wish we had met earlier,” Kurt whispers, sharing a thought he’d always had in the back of his mind but never voiced. Blaine had said it, once, back in Ohio. They had been naked and sweaty on the floor next to the bed.
It’s Blaine’s turn to go quiet and Kurt closes his eyes because he doesn’t think he can stand watching Blaine remember that with regret.
“About what I said the other day, I still want you to meet t-”
“You should go,” Kurt interjects, loud and steady. He pulls his hands back. Out of Blaine’s warm ones.
“Kurt...” Blaine tries, voice strangled and Kurt feels guilty for making it sound like that but he likes his world of denial and somehow Blaine saying the words would break it. It, his heart, him.
Kurt stands up and breathes in, perfectly in control because he hasn’t shown weakness while sober in front of another person since he quit Glee Club when he was 16 after his own teammates tried to send him away to spy on some rival group just to get rid of him.
Blaine leaves, because he grew up in a world where you respect people’s wishes and oblige when confrontation can be avoided. But Kurt also knows Blaine cares about their friendship more than that. He knows Blaine will be back.
Kurt’s hands feel cold.
Two days later Kurt skips his first day of class and calls in sick to work because somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he wants to be there when Blaine tries again.
Blaine doesn’t come back.
The following day, Kurt goes to class in the morning but continues the sick ruse for work.
Blaine doesn’t come back.
After that Kurt stops finding excuses to stay home.
It’s a week later, when Kurt’s listening to his neighbor yell drunkenly at thin air, there’s a knock at the door.
Kurt freezes. His hope that Blaine would come back never truly went away despite his best efforts to pretend he didn’t care, that if he really wanted to fix things with him he would have made the first move, taken the first step.
That same stubbornness vanishes, though when he gets out of the bed he hasn’t really slept in in over a week and pads to the front door.
“I’m not leaving.” Comes Blaine’s muffled voice through the same door Kurt had stood against for nearly two hours a few days previously, except this time Blaine doesn’t go away and Kurt’s hand is already on the handle.
“Rachel told me you weren’t dating anyone. That you aren’t dating anyone,” Blaine continues, as if there isn’t anything between them and there aren’t nosy neighbors around. “When I asked she called me stupid and when I told her you said you had a boyfriend she... she slapped the back of my head and quite literally huffed and walked away.”
Kurt smiles a little because despite their rocky relationship in high school Rachel still has his back.
Blaine clears his throat and continues. “Then I thought about it. I thought that maybe you didn’t say that to... to hurt me, but because you were hurt.”
Kurt frowns, confused. “What?” he whispers.
“Kurt... When we first started hanging out I told you that no one had ever loved me, but I was wrong, or I am now. I had never loved anyone either.”
The use of “had” hits Kurt like a punch and he let’s his head fall against the door and his hand fall away from the handle.
“Open the door, Kurt,” Blaine begs and Kurt shakes his head, hating the tears he can feel forming in his eyes.
Blaine doesn’t love him.
He loves someone else.
“Please,” He whispers and Blaine hears him somehow.
“Please what? I don’t know what to do anymore, Kurt. I tried to stay away, I tried to listen when you pushed me away, I tried, I swear to you, I tried but I... I can’t.”
Kurt lets his eyes open, “What?” He says again before trying again, louder. “I didn’t push you away?”
Blaine stays silent for a moment. “You stopped inviting me over and when we did see each other Rachel was always there, like you were trying to put space between us. God, Kurt, you went back to Ohio, a place you hate, just so you wouldn’t have to spend the summer with me.”
Biting his lip Kurt nods a little against the door. “Okay so maybe I pushed you away a little.”
“A little?” Blaine laughs bitterly and it sounds wet and broken. “Kurt, you... You stopped talking to me. You stopped being honest with me long before you started doing the same thing physically.”
Kurt feels weak and small. “I didn’t want to come between you and your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Kurt, god, I never had a boyfriend! Why the hell would I ever try and date someone when I’m in love with my best friend!”
Kurt takes a step back.
“And just to be clear,” Blaine adds after a second. “You’re my best friend.”
“Then why did you-”
“That day when I asked you to meet someone? It was a friend from work who had a crush on you, I was trying to... set you up, I guess. Really I just wanted to see if you would accept but then... you assumed I was talking about a partner and before I could correct you, you mentioned a boyfriend and I...”
Kurt hides his face in his hands, heart pounding as he goes over everything that happened between them since that first night in his head.
“Kurt, I’ve been in love with you since the first time you kissed me. I was in love with you before I even knew your damn name and after that I fell in love with every single thing that came with you. I need you to tell me. I’m putting everything on the line here and I need you to tell me you feel the same way, that you didn’t push me away because you found out about my feelings and didn’t return them. Please, Kurt, I nee-”
That’s when Kurt breaks, finally finding his way back to his body so he can wrench the door open.
Blaine is crying and Kurt feels like he’s breaking apart because Blaine loves him.
His throat feels broken, his voice stuck somewhere under his heart so he does the only thing he can think of.
He rushes forward and grabs Blaine’s face to pull him in, to press his lips to his with everything he can’t say, every word he can’t find. With everything that’s been boiling under his skin, in his blood.
His whole body curls into the kiss and it’s uncoordinated and far from perfect but Blaine is grabbing onto his shoulder and arm and he’s kissing him back.
Blaine kisses him like he isn’t scared and Kurt isn’t either.
“I love you,” Kurt croaks against Blaine’s mouth. “I love you, too.”
This time it’s Blaine who tells him everything by kissing him. It’s desperate and he nips his lip too hard and Kurt’s head is swimming because he forgets to breathe in through his nose but it’s honest and raw and Kurt has never been kissed like that.
Never been kissed with fire born out of love and something like agony in the words that weren’t said and the sentiments that weren’t admitted.
It was always there, every time they kissed but subdued and diluted out of fear.
Because they both kissed each other like they were scared.
When Blaine breaks away to breathe Kurt’s whole body reels but Blaine’s there to keep him steady with desperate hands fisted in his clothing where they ended up without them noticing.
Kurt leans close again so he can run his nose against Blaine’s while he tries to catch his breath.
“We’re so dumb,” Blaine mumbles and he sounds positively wrecked.
“So so dumb,” Kurt adds before pressing his lips to Blaine’s again.
He kisses Blaine gently, carefully, like something precious, like he still can’t believe he can do that; kiss him without holding back, without pretending it’s only for sex or out of some weird upside down friendship.
For a moment, Blaine’s nails digging into his skin through his clothes are the only things keeping him grounded.
“I love you,” He repeats, because the words still feel heavy in his mouth like they’re still stuck there and they finally don’t have to be, not anymore.
They feel even sweeter on Blaine’s tongue.
Blaine loves him.
The next morning when Rachel finds them in the kitchen holding hands sleepily over the kitchen table where they talked all night she just rolls her eyes and mumbles “finally” before yelling at them for leaving the front door open.
After she leaves, Kurt calls Burt to tell him he’s happy. He’s pretty sure he hears another muttered “finally”. Burt tells him he’s proud of him, of both of them and that he’s glad because he wanted to spend Christmas in New York instead of Ohio and Kurt rolls his eyes before saying goodbye.
He calls in sick again, so does Blaine.
Later, when they finally get up and make breakfast he kisses Blaine against the kitchen counter, not for proof or out of curiosity or even to rewrite anything, he does it because it’s new all over again. Also the coffee machine is behind him.
They end up falling asleep before they can eat their breakfast or drink their coffee.
When Kurt wakes up again he feels warm. Blaine’s hand is still loosely wrapped around his but Kurt feels warm all over and well rested for the first time in what feels like years.
When Blaine wakes up they don’t have to go back to a broken friendship, they don’t have to pretend their hearts aren’t broken. Weren’t broken.
Maybe that’s why Kurt feels warm again.
Kurt smiles because he can’t help it and when Blaine smiles back Kurt laughs.
“Oh, my god, Blaine! Did you seriously manage to reach for a mint before pretending to wake up?”
Blaine smooches his face into the pillow - Kurt’s pillow - and giggles.
“Maybe...”
Kurt settles fully on his side to watch Blaine, eyes crinkled in amusement.
“What? I want to make a good impression!” He whines and Kurt bites his lip.
“We’ve woken up next to each other before, Blaine.”
Blaine finally looks at him then, “But it wasn’t like this.”
Kurt swallows, then, because he gets it. “First time?”
With a smile, Blaine intertwines their fingers together in the dent between their two pillows. “First time for real. Because I don’t know about you but I’m planning on us being together now so until further notice we’re on first date behavior.”
“Well then I’m glad we didn’t sleep together,” Kurt teases. “I’m told doing so on the first date is tacky.”
Blaine rolls his eyes “Screw the people who told you that.”
“I’d rather screw you, trust me.”
Blaine laughs and Kurt can’t help but kiss it. It’s more minty than sleepy and Kurt’s stomach growls halfway through it but somehow it’s just as good as the kisses from the previous night.
They’re both right, it does feel new and real but it’s also the same, just with more and Kurt can’t get enough of it.
He wonders if this is what it’s like to fly. He already did the falling, but now the fear of crashing is gone.
There are still a few things missing, still conversations they need to have and one night of honesty can’t erase months of misunderstandings, of faulty sentences and cracked silences.
But until then they can reheat breakfast and make some more coffee and bask in what they created together, albeit backwards. Bask in how well they work when the lights are on, when the words are out and the fear is gone.
Their relationship started with electricity, it was based around chemistry and wild fire, like live wires. It was always there, like a foundation that could burn them and for the longest time, they let it.
But they built around it, piece by piece while they weren’t paying attention.
And Kurt feels safe. Safe in how happy he is, like he somehow knows it’s not a temporary feeling. It’s exhilarating.
He smiles as he watches Blaine prepare breakfast again and he can’t stop himself when Blaine passes in front of him, he can’t help reaching for his hand to press a kiss against his knuckles, his palm, his wrist where he can almost feel his pulse.
Because Blaine is there and that’s not temporary either, but Kurt still needs to know it’s real so he kidnaps Blaine’s hand for a bit and Blaine seems to understand that, even when Kurt doesn’t entirely.
So he gladly lets go of Blaine’s fingers when they move to frame his face so Blaine can lean over to kiss him, breakfast once again forgotten.
Kurt feels it then, like he always did, like he always does, the warmth beneath his skin that sparks when Blaine’s lips meet his and it’s all the proof he needs.
“This is happening,” He whispers. He lets his eyes close because he knows without a doubt Blaine will be there when he opens them again.
“Reality tends to do that, yes,” Blaine teases but his thumb is tracing Kurt’s smile, even when it turns to a grimace and Kurt sticks his tongue out at him. “God, I love you.”
Kurt opens his eyes. “I love you, too. But that won’t keep our breakfast warm and I am not letting you microwave that a third time.”
With a snort Blaine kisses him again. “You underestimate how hot our love is.”
“Oh, my god,” Kurt moans leaning far enough away so that Blaine can see his eye roll. “Maybe the question I should have asked is “why is this happening”.”
Blaine grins at him, “It burns, Kurt. We don’t need a microwave. We’re like fire."
“I think that’s just the hunger speaking, sweetheart.”
For a second Kurt pauses, he waits for the urge to suck the words back in but it doesn’t come because it wasn’t a slip up, he doesn’t have to take it back and if the way Blaine beams at him is any indication he should use it more often. All the time, in fact.
Maybe he can even try darling or love or honey.
Because he has all the time in the world to do that.
Breakfast does end up getting cold again because they’re too busy doing things like rub their noses against each other so they go out for lunch instead.
They hold hands on the walk there, while they eat, and on the way back.
They talk and tease and laugh and split the bill.
They smile because everything feels right.
They go home together.
They start their life together.
They forget to close the front door again.
~The End~
A/N2: A huge huge thank you to my darling Bene (or as I like to call her: Beeny) for helping me on this and holding my hand through it and yelling at me to find a title and looking over it and basically everything oh my god.
And thank you to all of you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it despite the angST. <3
