Kevin woke up with a start, lifting his head to figure out where he was. Being at Antonia’s place was still something he was getting used too. But he was...happy. A feeling he didn’t think he would have for a long time. He laid back on the bed, letting himself fully wake up before heading out of the bedroom to find her. Kevin smiled when he saw her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He placed a kiss on the side of her neck, “good morning.” He paused, “I think.” It could have been afternoon for all he knew. Waking up at a decent hour wasn’t his forte, but it did happen on a rare occasion.
Late Night Heartfelt Confessions Part Deux || Klaine
Who: Kurt Hummel & Blaine Anderson.
What: After three months and three weeks of pining (Kurt and Blaine, respectively), a late night confession of love brings two boys relief and affection like they’ve never felt it before. Then, of course, comes the making out and the ‘boyfriends’ title, and it’s all just sickeningly cute, really.
Where: Kurt’s suite.
When: June 30th, 10PM.
Warnings: None.
Blaine was quite certain he had sworn to himself the last two times he had done this that he was never going to find himself on Kurt Hummel’s doorstep at an ungodly hour again. And it was the worst kind of deja vu, because this time was completely different to any other time he had been in this position. He wasn’t here to cry or get drunk or suggest another wild night out - never again - but to unload his own suppressed romantic feelings for one of his closest friends. He was here to do something that was likely going to alter their relationship forever. When Kurt had confessed his feelings for Blaine a month and a half ago, their friendship had only been momentarily strained - which likely had a great deal to do with their blood alcohol levels at the time of this confession. This time was going to be much, much different; Blaine was absolutely sure of it. Sam, Hunter and Kitty had all told him he should at least consider doing this, and after their recent texts, Blaine decided that there was no better time than now. If Kurt had a problem with Blaine’s feelings, well, it was his own fault for moving Blaine’s heart so much today. He had sculled a glass of water to clear his throat before he left his and Quinn’s apartment, and then turned back and found the remains of a bottle of wine the two had opened, taking a couple of decent sips to calm his nerves, which were currently on fire, burning right through his skin in his anticipation for what was about to happen. Now at Kurt’s front door, Blaine knocked rather frantically, bouncing on his toes as he waited for his friend to answer.
Kurt was having the biggest dilemma of his life. Well, not the biggest dilemma -- but that’s what it felt like. He was trying to draw out his dream wedding on paper, and he was torn between either rosewood or burgundy themed decorations. He was contemplating texting somebody to ask for advice, perhaps Blaine since he seemed to at least have some sort of sense and they were /always/ texting. Before he even got the chance, somebody was knocking on the door and Kurt was unable to stifle out a groan. Of course, somebody would come to knock on the door when he was in such an intense creative process. He set his notebook down, walking over to open the door and tell whoever it was to leave because he was in the middle of a breakthrough. “Blaine?” Kurt’s brows furrowed, and he really shouldn’t have been surprised considering Blaine was the /only/ person who’d come to see him at this time of night. He opened the door to let Blaine inside, half wondering if his friend was okay or if he’d start weeping on the spot. These impromptu, middle of the night visits always seemed to end with Blaine weeping. “Feel free to come inside. Are you alright?”
Blaine took at least eight seconds to respond to Kurt in any capacity. He just stared at the other boy for a moment, taking in the beauty that stood before him, brows furrowed neatly together - if anyone could look graceful when confused, it was Kurt - head cocked slightly as he watched Blaine, waiting for an answer. Waiting for an answer. “Oh, thank you,” he said, walking inside, his heart pounding so violently against his chest he was /certain/ it was about to break through his ribs. “I’m fine, good, perfectly alright. Why do you ask?” He walked around in a circle as Kurt shut the door, well aware that pacing was about the last thing he would do if he were truly alright, and Kurt wasn’t stupid, he would know /something/ was up. And he was about to find out what. Blaine stopped walking when he came face to door with the wall, and turned around to look at his friend. This was the moment. His heart rate remained wildly rapid, perhaps even increased as they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Blaine threw his hands out in front of him and said, “I have to tell you something, Kurt.”
Kurt knew something was up. Blaine was acting weird.. As weird as Blaine was acting, though -- he couldn’t figure out what he could possibly be acting weird for. “Blaine.” Kurt placed a hand on his forearm, frowning and rubbing up and down his arm in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “Calm down. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack.” He smiled and took a step away from Blaine, suddenly feeling incredibly worried. What did Blaine need to tell him? Why was he so antsy about it? Was the crush too much for him to deal with? He thought they’d put that all behind them, but perhaps Blaine had finally realized that being friends with somebody who was hopelessly in love with him really /was/ too much for him to deal with and he was here to break things off. “Oh! Um, okay. That’s fine. Feel free to tell me anything.. Did you want to sit down?”
Blaine shook his head before the question even finished coming out of Kurt’s mouth. No, he did not need to sit down, he was just more anxious that he suspected he’d ever been in his entire life. The hand on his arm was strangely comforting, if not reinforcing the fact that all of this, those soft, innocent and friendly touches, the caring look in Kurt’s eyes, the option to knock on Kurt’s door at midnight and know he would never be rejected.. were all about to end. Blaine was about to end one of the most bizarre friendships he had ever had, yet it was also one of the closest, most open relationships he’d had in his life. He ran both hands through his hair, one hand then rubbing the back of his neck, where a few beads of sweat had began to form. He wondered absently if Kurt could hear his heart thumping against his chest, because Blaine could hear the blood rushing in his ears, felt the rhythmic beat in his toes, faster and faster as he opened his mouth to tell his friend how he felt. His breathing became more shallow, quicker, more frantic, more panicked with every second that passed that Kurt stood in front of him, worried and confused and so, /so/ oblivious to the wild debate going on in Blaine’s head. Tell him. Don’t tell him. Tell him. Leave. Kiss him. /Kiss him/. God, Blaine’s dry mouth salivated at the thought of kissing Kurt at that very moment. It would certainly align with the spontaneity he had been feeling in the past few weeks. Just do it, go for it, take what you want without thinking of the consequences because all you can think about is how badly you want to press your lips to Kurt’s, to feel his soft skin, taste his sweet mouth. But he couldn’t, he shouldn’t and he wasn’t going to do it. Aside from the fact that kissing Kurt would likely be classified as harassment, without thinking of the rejection he would likely face afterwards, Blaine didn’t want to do this backward. Because if something amazing was about to come of this then, damn it, he was going to do it /right/. He opened his mouth again, stuck his tongue out to wet his lips. “I have to tell you something,” he repeated, not for any real reason. Perhaps he was giving himself a chance to back out. Perhaps he was giving Kurt the chance to run, kick him out, send him away, or something. But neither of them spoke another word, and for a moment, for exactly one moment, Blaine wondered if maybe he was wrong about Kurt’s feelings. He wondered if, just perhaps, Kurt hadn’t moved on, and he had been waiting for this moment when Blaine would finally come around for all these weeks. But that was absolute garbage, such nonsense, because what would Kurt even see in a person like Blaine? Goodness knows what he saw in the first place. But Blaine couldn’t bottle this up anymore, he couldn’t keep this secret anymore. “I have to tell you.. that.. I can’t stop thinking about you. You are on my mind twenty-four seven, and not even because we’re texting each other twenty-four seven, but because I-I realised something a while ago and I’ve been trying to convince myself otherwise for /weeks/ but I don’t want to fight it anymore, I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want to scream it from the rooftops and tell anyone who will listen that.. t-that I love you.” He dropped his hands, body hunching over a little as if in defeat. “And I know you slept with that guy and I know you’ve moved on already and I know, I know, I tried so hard to get over this little crush I had because I knew I’d missed my chance, your feelings had come and gone, but every time we spent time together, every time I got a text from you, every time I looked at you and I was reminded how absolutely gorgeous you are, I.. I knew I was falling hard and fast with no way out, but I tried and tried again to get over you until I realised that all my attempts were futile a-and that I was still in love with you. That I just couldn’t stop being in love with you, Kurt.”
Kurt was actually panicking. Why was Blaine so silent? He wanted to ask him what was wrong, he wanted to make this better because things just seemed so tense right now. He’d stay quit, though. He’d shut up and let Blaine say what he needed to say and he’d listen. What could possibly have Blaine so seemingly anxious? The urge to comfort him was far more prominent than it should have been, considering he didn’t even know if he was actually upset. When Blaine finally began to go off on his tangent, Kurt finally managed to stop thinking so much and instead focus on what his friend was about to say and -- oh. Kurt’s heart stopped. Blaine didn’t stop. He kept going, and Kurt was pretty sure he was getting closer to either weeping or vomiting with every word Blaine said. This couldn’t be happening. Kurt had spent the last few months trying desperately to get over Blaine, and he finally felt like he was perhaps getting somewhere with that endeavor. It wasn’t like he didn’t feel those sickening butterflies in his chest every single time he so much as thought of Blaine -- and it wasn’t like he didn’t think of what it would be like to kiss Blaine at least a few times a day -- but it sort of felt like maybe it was getting better.. And then Blaine dropped this on him. For once in his life, Kurt was actually rendered speechless. He wasn’t sure how long he stood like that, staring at Blaine and looking ridiculous, nor was he sure how long it would take for his heart to stop feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. Maybe it never would, and he’d forever be standing here like some idiot whilst simultaneously trying not to act like a moron. What could he do? Was saying nothing an option? Was rushing forward and just /kissing/ Blaine an option? Was running out of his house and away from this whole situation an option? He still couldn’t really believe what he’d just heard, and the more he tried to process it the more this entire situation just felt like some dream that he didn’t want to wake up form anytime soon. After several moments of silence that Kurt finally realized were probably as painful for Blaine as they were for him, he managed to speak up -- his voice thick with some sort of unidentifiable emotion. “I never moved on.” He finally managed, and God -- after everything Blaine told him /that/ was all he could say? He tried to force himself to say more, but the more he tried to say the more it just seemed like useless rambling. “I love you so much. I can’t /stop/ loving you. And -- And I’ve tried to move on but I just can’t.. What on Earth makes you assume otherwise? I’ve never said that I stopped, did I?” The tears were coming now, and he felt so utterly pathetic because he wasn’t sure if they were tears of relief or tears of joy, but it seemed like his body decided that the only appropriate reaction to Blaine professing his love was to weep. “Are you sure? You feel that way? You’re not just -- just saying that to mess with me or because you think you feel that way?” He suddenly felt the need to clarify, because getting his hopes up only for Blaine to suddenly decide he didn’t actually feel that way would be enough to kill him. If he didn’t know Blaine better, he’d assume this was all part of some sick joke gone wrong.
Blaine felt like an eternity passed them from the time he finished his little speech to when Kurt finally started talking, and the first words that came out of Kurt’s mouth hit Blaine right in the heart - in the best way possible. Sam was right; Kurt hadn’t moved on and Blaine was an oblivious /idiot/ for thinking he had. When Kurt began tearing up, Blaine felt like the other boy had just reached into his chest with a cold metal hand and grasped his heart tightly. He, too, felt the tears welling in his eyes, heart heavy in his chest - Kurt was about to cry because of him. Because he was so darn stupid. Of course, he hadn’t actually /known/ that Kurt had moved on, but he’d seen no reason as to why the other would continue to have feelings for him and he’d assumed. Clearly, that was about the dumbest thing Blaine had done all year. He wiped at his eyes, the small hopeful smile that had been growing on his lips dropped at Kurt’s next questions. He took a step forward - a very small step, more like an awkward shuffle - and placed his hand gingerly on Kurt’s bicep. A small part of his brain took a moment to appreciate the firm muscle that he felt there, but he really had other things to focus on right now. Like getting Kurt to stop crying. “Of course I’m sure,” he said quietly. Maybe they could talk about this a little longer, figure out what they both wanted, and they could end the night with a close hug and possibly a little kiss. God, kissing Kurt sounded /so/ appealing right now. He took a few steps backward to put a little space between them, running his tongue over his lips as he tried to figure out what to say next. “You think I would have come barging into your apartment late at night again if I weren’t a hundred percent certain about it?” He shook his head at himself, answering his own question, in effect. “I’m sure, believe me, I am /so/ sure, Kurt. I haven’t been this sure about anything in so long and I thought... So I tried to fight it but I... I just couldn’t. I love you, I love you and I--” His throat tightened, feeling the pressure beginning to build behind his eyes again, whispered to himself, “Gosh, why did I ever think you had moved on?”
Kurt honestly had no clue what to do, or say. He didn’t even know how to /feel/. He’d spent so long being cautious and careful around Blaine, he’d spent so long telling himself that Blaine would never feel the same way, that they were just friends. It was such a relief, in a way -- to know that Blaine did love him back. After spending months telling himself to back off, he didn’t have to? He wasn’t sure why laughing was the first thing he did, but it seemed like the only acceptable way to react to the happiness and relief bubbling up inside him was to start laughing through the tears that were still streaming down his face. As his laughter subsided he slowly began to realize that he needed to do or say /something/. However, his giddy daze prevented him from coming up with anything intelligent to say back. It actually prevented him from even thinking of anything intelligent to do. So, he decided he’d do the first thing he could think to do. The thing he’d wanted to do for what felt like forever. “You’re so stupid.” He murmured under his breath fondly, unable to stop grinning as he took a step towards Blaine. “I love you,” And before he even had the chance to change his mind or at least think about what he was doing, he was cornering Blaine against the wall and placing his hands on either side of his head and /finally/, finally leaning down to kiss him. He’d hoped for something a bit more romantic and chaste, but this was anything but -- all desperate with tongue and teeth and everything Kurt needed.
Blaine titled his head, watching Kurt fondly as the other began laughing at the absurdity of this situation. He couldn’t help but return Kurt’s smile, heart warming at the sight, and his lips pulled up even further when Kurt called him stupid because he couldn’t possibly have been more correct. Blaine was truly clueless when it came to romance. His stomach then leaped into his throat as Kurt moved closer to him, heart beating wildly in his chest as his feet moved and his back hit the wall. He hardly had time to process what was happening before Kurt was leaning in, Blaine’s eyes glued to his lips as they moved closer and closer until they touched his own with a heated, desperate passion that caused a surprised whine to escape Blaine’s throat. His arms flailed at his sides for a moment, grabbing at air and thumping once against the wall out of shock, before he brought them up to wrap one around Kurt’s body, the other slipping up to cup his face. Their lips moved together, Blaine’s tongue exploring the wet heat of Kurt’s perfect mouth, his whole body stiffening as he attempted to suppress any other noises trying to make their way out of him. Kurt’s skin under Blaine’s hand was just as soft as he claimed, his teeth clacking awkwardly against Blaine’s as their hands and bodies moved together in desperate attempt to feel as much of each other as possible. Blaine’s fingers gripped onto Kurt’s shirt, pulling and tugging because he really did not know what else to do with himself. He untangled his fingers from the fabric, bringing that hand slightly higher to rub across Kurt’s broad back and /god/-- Kurt was so tall and strong and so, /so/ masculine that Blaine couldn’t have stopped himself from moaning if he had tried.
Kurt was certain he was going to wake up any moment now. That this was all going to have been apart of some elaborate dream, because in no way was he actually here and kissing Blaine -- there was just no way. He suddenly wanted to touch Blaine even more, wanted to be as close to him as possible and he eagerly pressed himself up against Blaine’s front. He let one hand slide down to rest on Blaine’s waist, the other cradling the back of his neck. Kurt pulled away slightly when he realized Blaine had actually /moaned/, feeling weirdly proud that he’d made him do that. He then began to press kisses to Blaine’s jawline, unsure why he hadn’t frantically pulled away and ended everything when he heard that moan. Kurt usually would’ve jumped ten feet backwards at that, but for some reason -- probably the fact that months of pent up sexual tension was /finally/ being released, he found it doing nothing but motivating him to keep doing just what he’d been doing. “Is this okay?” He finally murmured in-between kisses, suddenly realizing that Blaine hadn’t really gotten the chance to voice any discomfort he might have. Just because he was sexually frustrated beyond belief and wanted nothing more than to kiss Blaine breathless for the rest of the night didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make sure he was okay with that. Even if this way some incredibly realistic, amazing dream with a special Dream Blaine who made /gorgeous/ noises when Kurt kissed him.
Blaine ‘s knees grew weak as Kurt pressed their bodies together, his hands running up and down and all over Blaine’s body - or at least, that’s what it felt like, because all of his nerves were alert, on fire, with every movement of their lips together and hands on each other sparking wild butterflies inside him. His cheeks blushed pink when he heard the obscene noises coming out of his mouth, and they were only /kissing/, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip as Kurt moved away to prevent himself from doing or saying anything else embarrassing. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt Kurt’s lips moving along his jaw, his head tilting back to allow him as much access to skin as he could. He almost whined in response to Kurt’s question, but as soon as his teeth unlatched from its grip on his bottom lip, words were slipping out of his mouth before he could even process what he was saying or how desperate he sounded, blurting in a rush, “Oh my god, yes, it’s so okay.” His hands slid around Kurt’s body, up his back and neck until his fingers were tangling in Kurt’s hair and tugging ever so lightly on the soft, luscious locks.
Kurt smirked against Blaine’s skin, continuing to drag kisses out along his jawline before pulling away. He was feeling a bit cocky, but it was easy to be cocky when he had Blaine reduced to this over just a few kisses. “Good,” He nodded, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt Blaine’s fingers tug through his hair. He wanted to keep going. Oh, God -- he wanted to pin Blaine up against that wall and do far more than just kissing. However, he refrained and slowly pulled back, biting his lip and raising a brow as he glanced down at Blaine. “I think we um -- I.. I um.. Got just a bit carried away.” He really didn’t want to stop, but he knew that kissing Blaine all night wouldn’t permanently solve any of his problems. Perhaps one temporary problem, but he was hoping for this to impact him in the long run. “You look gorgeous right now.. Like, wow. And, as much as I’d love to continue on with what we’re doing -- I don’t know how productive it will be in the end.” Pulling himself away and not kissing Blaine one last time was difficult, but he managed -- letting out a sigh and running his hands down Blaine’s shoulders and over his arms before tangling their fingers together with both hands and smiling shyly at Blaine. “I apologize.. We should probably talk about this, shouldn’t we?”
Blaine pressed his lips together to stifle the whine that attempted to escape as Kurt pulled away. Part of him wanted to smack him on the shoulder and tug him back in for another kiss, his lips missing the soft, wet feel of Kurt’s mouth already, craving that pressure, that heat, that love. That love. Blaine swallowed thickly before responding to Kurt’s many truncated sentences, blush rising to his cheeks again - as it always did. He hadn’t the slightest clue why Kurt would choose /now/ of all times to talk about how gorgeous he was - which was absolute garbage, in Blaine’s opinion - while he slumped against the wall, jaw slack and kissed wet, hair tussled and wild, eyes slightly droopy. He probably looked how he did when he just woke up in the mornings. Blaine would never truly understand the inner workings of Kurt’s mind. “Yeah, yeah,” was all he could manage for the moment. He took a step forward and took Kurt’s hand, gesturing to the couch. “Shall we sit?”
Kurt regretted his decision just a bit. Blaine looked amazing like this, and all he wanted to do was appreciate it for a moment longer. However, he was an adult -- and was going to be adult about this. He could swoon over Blaine being absolutely perfectly sexy and gorgeous on another occasion. As a matter of fact, he’d probably do it once Blaine left and went home. Sparing one last glance at their joined hands, Kurt lead Blaine over to the couch -- sitting down and waiting for Blaine to do the same. “So, I suppose what I’m wondering is if this changes anything? Do you want it to change anything? I understand if you don’t, and I’m not trying to pressure you into making a certain decision by any means! I’m just left wondering, because I don’t want to seem as if I’m making assumptions, because I’d hate to just making assumptions and not at least consult you first. Which, is why I thought we needed to talk. Because not consulting you about what we are seems a bit silly and selfish, and I do want to avoid being just that. Not that you’re silly and selfish if you made assumptions! I'm not insinuating that at all, and I hope you don't think that I was. I just wanted to be sure.”
Blaine followed Kurt to the couch willingly, staring down at their joined hands as they walked and sat down. He couldn’t believe it had only been a few weeks since he developed feelings on this boy, because it felt like he had been pining for /months/ - he didn’t want to even think about how Kurt must have been feeling. Blaine listened patiently as Kurt spoke, as he rambled on and on about what he did and did not want to assume and it was about the most adorable thing Blaine had ever seen him do ever and all he wanted to do was kiss Kurt senseless, kiss that nervous expression right off the other’s face. As he continued babbling, sentences running into each other in his attempt to get all of his thoughts out into the open, Blaine’s eyes drifted from Kurt’s down to his moving lips and he couldn’t resist the urge any longer. As soon as he realised Kurt had stopped speaking - when he finally took a breath - Blaine cupped his face with his free hand and pressed a quick kiss to his soft lips. His eyes slipped shut for that short, beautiful, perfect moment, just their lips and hands connected, and Blaine would never move from this position if he didn’t have to. But he did, and at least Kurt had stopped rambling. “Kurt, /I’m/ usually the one rambling out of the two of us,” he said quietly after finally pulling away, still keeping their faces reasonably close. “I think it is safe to assume that things are going to change now, whether we want them to or not. But, it just so happens that I am in great favour of this change, because I do love you very much, and I am now aware that.. that you l-love me as well. Still.” He let out a nervous chuckle, moving out of Kurt’s space but still keeping their hands together on Kurt’s lap. “So, um, if you would like us t-to become something more than what we are... well, what we /were/, I suppose, know that I would be a hundred percent for that.”
Kurt knew he’d been rambling. He couldn’t help it, he rambled when nervous -- and while he’d expected Blaine to tease him about said rambling, what he /hadn’t/ expected was for Blaine to kiss him, which was just what he did. Kurt leaned into the kiss, his eyes slipping shut as he sighed contently and just eased into everything. It felt so natural to just let Blaine kiss him like this, and despite the incessant nervousness nagging away at him -- it felt comfortable and so utterly natural. “I guess I just like you keep you on your toes,” He murmured, biting back a grin and squeezing Blaine’s hand. Everything felt so natural with Blaine. Maybe it was because they’d been friends for so long that they were comfortable around each other, that they knew each other -- but it just felt so /easy/. Like he didn’t have to be cautious about what he was doing, like he could be himself and that was an extremely comforting thought. “Well.. I suppose that if we both love each other very much -- then perhaps us being something more wouldn’t be a bad thing. I mean -- I support changing that one-hundred percent as well.”
Blaine blushed, heart racing upon hearing Kurt say that he loved him again - he knew, of course, that much had been made crystal clear when the other hand backed him into the wall and attached his lips to Blaine’s jaw and run his hands up and down Blaine’s body and-- Oh, goodness, he really had to stop thinking about making out with Kurt whilst pressed against a wall with their bodies close together because he was already too close to just /pouncing/ on his... His what? What were they? They were supposed to be figuring that out. Blaine cleared his throat and averted his eyes for a few moments to regain his composure. “That’s good, yes, that’s really good, I do agree very much so,” he babbled, nodding continuously as he spoke. What the point was in trying to be sophisticated and composed around Kurt, Blaine hadn’t a clue, and it clearly wasn’t happening tonight. “Well, if that is the case...” Blaine glanced down at their hands again, then back up at Kurt’s face as he grasped their joined hands with his other, free hand and looked right into Kurt’s magnificent blue eyes. “Kurt Hummel, would you be ever so kind as to do me the absolute honour of becoming my boyfriend?” he asked, gripping Kurt’s hand with both of his own tightly, brows furrowing together slightly as his heart and lungs stopped working for the moments as he waited for a response.
Kurt eventually got the cue to shut up, instead watching Blaine closely and cocking his head to the side in contemplation as he attempted to spit out whatever it was he was trying to say. Kurt was pretty sure Blaine’s incessant babbling was just about the cutest thing in the world, right after his blush. Instead of teasing him for said babbling, Kurt decided he’d let him say what he was attempting to get out -- slowly nodding along and trying to hide his grin. Then came the question, and Kurt hadn’t even realized his heart was beating a mile a minute until he actually /contemplated/ the question. He wanted to be Blaine’s boyfriend. He wanted Blaine to be his boyfriend. Was months of pining really going to be ended just like this? With Blaine coming into his house, confessing his affection, and then asking him to be his boyfriend? When Kurt was unable to actually manage an answer, he just nodded -- not wanting to leave Blaine hanging but finding himself unable to think of what to even say. Was there a stronger way of saying yes? At the moment, Kurt couldn’t think of one. “Yes! God, yes. I’d want nothing more than to be your boyfriend..” And before Blaine could even get in another word Kurt was retracting his hand from Blaine’s and using his now free hand to cup his /boyfriend’s/ cheek, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his /boyfriend’s/ lips.
Blaine held his breath for what felt like several minutes as Kurt stared at him. He wanted to assume the other boy wasn’t seriously considering whether or not to accept his proposal, but instead was frozen in a state of disbelief and couldn’t move his mouth to respond. He blinked, stared and waited, until finally Kurt nodded, apparently able to move again, and a wide grin immediately broke out on Blaine’s face as relief flooded through him. “Yeah?” His lips pulled up even further as Kurt started talking again, his whole body lifting, feeling lighter and happier as his /boyfriend/ leaned in and pressed their lips together. Blaine’s now free hands instinctively moved up to snake around Kurt’s torso and pull him closer. This moment was perfect. He allowed Kurt to kiss him sweetly for a moment, before wondering whether or not they should continue their previous intentions now that the talking had been done. At the awkward, sideways angle, their chests weren’t quite pressed against each other and Blaine needed all the contact he could get, so he twisted his body and brought his legs up onto the couch, tucking them underneath himself so he could face Kurt directly. He pushed back against him, applying more pressure to the kiss as he parted his lips slightly - thankfully, no more obscene noises decided to leave his mouth this time.
Kurt decided that it was now his turn to moan, and he eagerly deepened the kiss as Blaine scooted closer to him. The angle was a bit awkward, and he suddenly found himself faced with the overwhelming urge to just pull Blaine into his lap and feel their bodies pressed up against each other. He let his hands begin to roam, sliding them up and down Blaine’s side yet refraining from going any lower. He didn’t want to do anything sexual yet, and he didn’t want to give Blaine the wrong idea by groping him before they’d even been on a date. That certainly wouldn’t be a very gentlemanly thing to do. Nor would it be very gentlemanly to make out with Blaine only seconds after they’d confessed their mutual love. At that thought Kurt pulled away just barely, their lips mere inches apart as he spoke. “Sheesh… At least buy me a drink first.” He murmured teasingly, unable to hold back the smile that seemed almost permanently set on his face.
Blaine wanted, more than anything, to just keep pushing forward and climb into Kurt’s lap, feel Kurt’s heart beat against his chest with as much physical contact as was possible as he nipped gently at Kurt’s bottom lip. However, that was not probably the most acceptable thing to do so early on in their relationship.. Their /relationship/. They were boyfriends and they were in a relationship and they were also making out on Kurt’s couch and if they didn’t stop this soon, Blaine was going to start getting turned on. He was thus both relieved and already mourning the loss of Kurt’s lips against his as the other boy pulled away. Their foreheads rested together, Blaine took a moment to catch his breath, giggling as blood rose to his cheeks at Kurt’s comment. “Of course, I’ll buy you whatever you want,” he breathed, then leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to his boyfriends lips once more before he finally moved back. “So... Since we’re now b-boyfriends... Would you like to go out with me sometime?” he asked, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.
Kurt kind of wanted to die -- Blaine was so adorable, and he was /so/ in love. It was sort of unbelievable, considering just an hour ago he was convinced that him being hopelessly in love with Blaine would continue to just go nowhere -- and now here Blaine was, blushing and kissing him and being absolutely perfect in every way. Here /they/ were, being boyfriends in a relationship. Blaine was his boyfriend. They were in a relationship. Blaine was his boyfriend. He was Blaine's boyfriend. He wasn't sure he'd ever wrap his mind around that fact. “You’re adorable,” Kurt couldn’t help but gush, sighing and leaning down to take both of Blaine’s hands into his yet again. Blaine’s proposal had Kurt grinning for the umpteenth time that night, and he found himself nodding almost immediately. “Go out as in -- as in a date? If so, yes -- I’d absolutely love that.”
Blaine blushed even harder at Kurt’s comment, ducking his head slightly as his /boyfriend/ took his hands. He couldn’t get over how soft Kurt’s skin was, or the fact that they were now boyfriends and dating and in a relationship and he could lean over and kiss him at any moment if his heart so desired. And his heart did, but his brain told him to wait until Kurt had actually responded before attempting to make out with him again. Blaine’s eyes lit up as soon as Kurt started nodding. “You would?” His heart swelled as he leaned forward, eyes and nose crinkling with utter delight. He grinned, lips spread wide across his face, unable to physically contain his joy - so he leaned in and kissed Kurt once again, hands flying up to cup his face as they locked lips for no longer than a second. Even as he pulled back, Blaine’s shoulders were hunched slightly so his neck mostly disappeared, unable to wipe the smile off his face. “I love you so much, Kurt.”
Kurt didn’t even get the chance to answer Blaine before he was being kissed yet again. Not that he minded. No, he didn’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, kissing Blaine instead of talking about the /date/ they were going to go on was ideal. Kurt didn’t even really get the chance to kiss Blaine back before he was pulling away and looking as perfect as ever and all it did was make Kurt want to kiss him even more. He hadn’t felt this genuinely happy in weeks. “Yes, I would. Why wouldn’t I?” He knew he looked stupid, he knew he had the biggest grin on his face and that it wasn’t going to be going away anytime soon, no matter how hard he tried. Kurt sighed giddily, still unable to process everything that was happening. He just wanted to hug Blaine and never let go, as socially unacceptable as that may be. “I love you too.. So much. I’m so happy right now.”
Blaine hadn’t seen Kurt smile this much in all the time he’d known him, even when they were screeching RENT songs whilst running through Walmart, and it warmed his heart to see him /so/ happy that he had clearly forgotten about how his cute little teeth poked out from behind his lips when he smiled like this. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered before he could even process what he was saying, the words slipping from his kissed-wet lips in a rushed breath. With all the things going so horribly /wrong/ in his life right now, Blaine couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy either, his grin softening to a fond, gentle smile as he continued staring into Kurt’s almost hypnotising eyes. “I’m happy, too. So, so happy to be here with you,” he murmured back, averting his eyes and rubbing his thumb over the skin on Kurt’s hand. Perhaps tomorrow he would actually be able to process all that was happening right now, because he honestly felt as though this was some kind of incredibly realistic and vivid daydream that he was having while sitting at his piano, trying to write Kurt’s song. Blaine’s muse hadn’t been this strong in nearly a month, and he had an excited feeling that, if being /with/ Kurt made him anywhere near as happy as he felt right now, he was going to be writing songs about him for a long time. There would be dates and kisses and... other things... and Blaine’s heart flipped in his chest at the thought of finally being able to openly love Kurt as much as he had wanted to for the past few weeks - he couldn’t even imagine how Kurt must be feeling. Perhaps he should do crazy things like confessing his feelings in the middle of the night more often, if this the most nerve wracking midnight adventure of them all and /this/ was the result. Blaine felt like an idiot for thinking Kurt had moved on, but at least he had the sense of mind to also admit his feelings to his friend. This was starting to feel like the best decision he’d made in a while, and he could not wait to see where their relationship lead them.
Riley was a mess. A mess that certainly shouldn’t have been behind the wheel of a car. The tears in his eyes weren’t helping because for the first time in his life he was a blubbering drunk with hardly any sense of direction. When he finally -- safely -- put his car in park, he wasn’t home like he planned. Instead, he was parked sort of crookedly out front of Marilyn’s mansion. Noticing this fact, Riley’s heart ached. The two hadn’t spoken since they fought over text. That was a week ago and it was also the longest Riley had ever gone without speaking to Marilyn at least once. He missed her and it only made the tears fall heavier as he stumbled out of his car.
It was his fault, he knew. Riley was doing what he did best: being stupid. He’d kissed Marilyn, he remembered it clear as day. It was something he couldn’t get out of his head and every time he kissed another girl, it was her who he thought of. But Marilyn was a free spirit and she confused him though he swore he knew her better than anyone. He didn’t think it meant much to her, a fleeting thing and he didn’t want to ruin their friendship by reaching. But, clearly he’d ruined it by digging himself a hole and refusing to come out of it.
With liquid courage coursing through his veins and tears puddled in his eyes, he rang her doorbell, kicking himself in the ass and somewhere in his drunken stupor hoping she wouldn’t punch him in the face. He’d already had a rough night. One that involved an argument with his father and ended with him running out of the house followed by his fathers voice calling him a disappointment.
Georgia hadn't been Murphie's first choice in location to operate out of for a time. Though it had it's merits - it was small, enough for them to blend in, and not be noticed or overly questioned on who they were, or what they were doing there. So long as they kept their heads in their own business - it seemed like everyone else did too. Still, it seemed like her heart was longing to be back to Costa Rica. Not that she didn't want to be back to work - Murphie was well aware that they had a job to do, and hidden away in a monastery was not the place to conduct their needs. But there, it had been the first time that their lives had settled to something almost... normal.
Which there was a particular detail about it, that Murphie still needed to confess to her sister about. It stood to reason that Connie would have already figured it out, with Murphie and Nic sharing an apartment, rather than her and her sister -- but still, the white elephant, so to speak, was sitting on the younger's chest rather heavily.
Waking, the small breath she took in as she stretched in the tangle of sheets, next to Nic, before her eyes fell upon the window - the slice of gold that was peeking through the curtains. Today would be the day. Just clear the air, even if Connie already guessed it. With a soft kiss, letting Nic continue to sleep, Murphie dressed only chuckling slightly at the murmured comments of the former agent, promising that she would come back and keep him company once she had talked to Connie.
With that, the brunette sought out to find her twin, heading towards the apartment that she lived in.
"i think i like you, bomi." those words continued to ring through her head as she walked home from campus. "aish, why did that guy have to say that?" she exclaimed, tugging at the ends of her hair. though she was a cute girl, bomi had always been extremely focused in her studies that dating and love never really seemed to matter to her. at least not at her age. she knew that, one day, it'd all work out. however, what she hadn't been expecting when she went to class today was a confession from one of the best-looking males in her class. in fact, she couldn't quite remember if he might even be an idol. that was how handsome he was.
she needed advice. she needed to talk to someone. and who better than her best friend? was he home? she wasn't sure, so she grabbed her phone and sent a text.
[ ` sms: to alfredo ] are you home? are you busy? wanna meet in the movie room?
the movie room was their favorite place to chat because no one ever figured to bother them there, and the plush couches made everything that much more relaxing. without waiting for an answer, she made her way there as she plopped herself down on one of the couches. oh, what a life ...
Raph had been staying in a lot lately. Other than one or two trips out to places she knew wouldn't be extremely busy (and the courthouse because there was no chance she was missing Cam and Will getting married) and downing a shot or two before work, most of the time she had been home. Ever since they took on the ghoul, everything had been heightened. She was sensing a lot more without touching people these days and it was hard to switch off- almost impossible if she actually did touch them, which was something she thought she'd been getting a hold of.
It wasn't Scott's fault of course- and the heightened powers would come in useful once she could control them -so she hadn't wanted to tell him at first. She didn't want him feeling guilty but Lydia had made the comment that maybe he would have ideas on how to control them. Even if none of the ideas helped, she had to admit the idea of having him around was slightly soothing. Being around Will and Cam was too. Even though she could feel their emotions- her two best friends still represented safety to her and she trusted Scott so he did too.
There had been nightmares too, which made her sleep a little disjointed these days and didn't help with the frustratingly jittery feeling she found herself having most of the time but if she was honest, she figured that part would be helped by gaining control over her abilities again. It probably didn't help that she was still living in the house where those nightmares were created. Maybe she should move. Or just redecorate. She shook the thoughts off and instead headed into the kitchen to make something to eat. She realised now she probably should have asked Scott what he liked and just hoped that like most teenage boys, he ate just about anything.
