fic: everything (part 2/2)
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Delicate palms tickled absent lines over his bare abdominals and Blaine shivered and writhed beneath a warm, lithe body.
“K-Kurt,” he stuttered frantically, “please.”
Kurt smiled down at him, his eyes wide an innocent. “Please, what?” he asked shyly, ducking his head, blushing prettily, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe the power he executed over Blaine.
“Touch me,” Blaine gasped. Kurt’s lips parted just a little and a breathy whimper escaped. He ran a soft hand across his collarbone.
“But I am touching you,” he said confusedly. Blaine bit his lip to prevent from crying out.
“No,” Blaine whispered, grabbing a hold of his delicate wrist carefully and guiding it down to the straining bulge in his jeans. “Here.”
Letting go of his wrist, Blaine gave Kurt a pointed look and he whimpered a little, his fingers
grazing over the spot with soft little strokes leaving Blaine aching with want.
“Kurt,” he moaned. “More.”
“Are you-are you sure?” Kurt stammered nervously, biting his lip abashedly.
Blaine nodded desperately. “Please, Kurt,” he groaned. Seeing that Kurt was still hesitant, he moved his own hands down to unzip his jeans, pulling out his cock and wrapped Kurt’s fingers around it. Kurt stared down at him with wide, shocked eyes, his grip agonisingly loose.
“You’re so big,” he whispered delicately, his voice trembling.
Blaine moaned and-
**
He woke with a start.
Groaning at the pain still desperately throbbing in his pyjama pants he blinked his sleepy eyes open, his hands fumbling over his bedside drawer to silence his alarm. Fucking morning classes.
Casting a glance at Mike’s still snoring body across the room, he quickly raced out of bed and into the bathroom, pondering how best to relive his err, problem.
Cold shower? Or jerking off?
He bit his lip indecisively as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. A cold shower really wasn’t the best start to any day and yet he knew he would feel wrong if he jerked off, knowing what images would be behind it…
It would be wrong. He felt ashamed enough dreaming of Kurt that way, anyway. He clearly just needed a friend, and that was what Blaine had to be for him.
And friends didn’t jerk off to other friends. Especially not friends who until just yesterday had been petrified by your very presence.
Huffing in annoyance, Blaine reached for the taps. Cold shower it was…
**
On the other side of campus, another alarm rang out, awakening Kurt from his erratic sleep. He woke clutching his racing heart, his sheets sticky between his legs, feeling a wash of utter shame and confusion.
In terms of sexuality, Kurt would rate himself on baby penguin level. Sex had never held any particular interest to him. He knew it would happen someday, but that someday was when he had a beautiful husband who loved him very much and would be careful and sweet and loving. The way his friends (well, not so much Rachel, but certainly some of his friends back in high school) discussed it made it seem…dirty. He didn’t see the appeal in getting hot and sweaty and gross.
And yet, here he was.
Having sex dreams about the first guy at this stupid place who had gone fully out of his way to befriend him.
Befriend him.
Not have sex with him or pursue him romantically.
Kurt felt disgusted with himself. He felt filthy and gross and he slipped out of bed before his roommate awoke. A nice shower was what he needed to wash away these icky thoughts.
**
Blaine managed to get through all of his classes for the day without any undapper thoughts about his new friend, rushing off to the music room to kill some time before rehearsal.
He was glad to find it unoccupied, settling down at the piano and running his fingers experimentally across the keys. A dark tune flowed through his hands and he swayed in time to the music, gently closing his eyes and allowing the piece to take his mind away for a moment.
“I like that song.”
It was Blaine’s turn to jump and he whirled around to face Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt bit back a giggle moving further into the room carefully.
“Yeah,” Blaine managed, recovering himself as he turned back to the piano. “Moonlight Sonata.”
“My mom used to play piano,” Kurt mused quietly. “I haven’t heard that song in years.”
“Does she not play anymore?” Blaine asked conversationally as Kurt took a seat beside him.
Blaine tensed his shoulders, trying not to shudder at the buzz of electricity that coursed between their shared space.
If Kurt noticed he didn’t comment. He looked down at the keys sadly.
“Actually, she died,” he said softly, “when I was eight.”
“Oh,” Blaine said, feeling instantly horrible. “I’m - I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
Kurt gave him a small smile to show he wasn’t mad. “Can you play it again, please?” Kurt asked quietly. “I-I liked that one.”
“Of course,” Blaine whispered, resuming the song once more.
A light uncontrollable shiver ran through him as Kurt began to hum along, his voice hauntingly, achingly beautiful.
“Sorry,” Kurt whispered, blushing.
“No,” Blaine said quickly, stilling his hands. “It’s just… your voice…”
Kurt flinched. “Yeah, it’s weird, I know.”
“It’s beautiful.”
Kurt’s lips parted, his eyes widening slightly in shock at the sincerity in his voice. Blaine nodded seriously. He wanted Kurt to believe him so bad. Why couldn’t he see how amazing he was?
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered. Blaine smiled softly.
“No worries.”
**
Unfortunately for Blaine, practice went extremely well. They hadn’t quite gotten to his and
Kurt’s shared scene yet, but the director assured them they’d get to it the next day. But in the meantime, Kurt had played his part convincingly, adopting the perfect innocence of Ernst, filling Blaine’s mind with images from his last dream, leaving him aching with both shame and want.
“No,” he told himself internally as Kurt bestowed his wide in character eyes on him, “he’s your friend. Nothing more.”
No matter how much Blaine wanted him.
**
Above him, Blaine’s hands clutched frantically in his hair, guiding him eagerly towards his aching cock, just inches from his lips. Kurt filled with desire at the sight, longing to reach out and wrap his lips around him, devouring him completely.
But a part of him was scared. This was all so new and scary…
But he had Blaine. And Blaine was so big and strong and warm and brave and Kurt felt safe being intimate with him. Blaine would never hurt him.
So very carefully, Kurt inched forward, flicking out his tongue, pressing light kitten licks at the tip of his cock. Kurt couldn’t help but whine at the taste. He tasted so good, salty and warm against his tongue.
Finally, working up the courage, Kurt sunk over him, taking a fair amount of him and sucking as hard as he could. His hands hesitantly traced up his thighs and after receiving no complaint, wrapped around his hips, holding him closer.
But then Blaine’s found his ears and he moaned out in shock-
**
And once more Kurt woke with tears in his eyes, hating himself for doing this. How could he be thinking of Blaine’s cock in his mouth when he barely even knew him? His hands twitched at his sides and he ached to touch himself, still hard in his pyjama pants, stained with his pre-come.
He knew he was close, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had never masturbated before; the concept seemed more than humiliating. His imagination had always been good, but he felt guilty just thinking about thinking of it.
Sighing to himself, Kurt dragged himself to the bathroom, turning on the cold shower for the second morning in the row, dreaming of the fluffy pillows and lazy Sundays of his high school days, back when he didn’t have to get up early for full day rehearsals on the weekends.
**
Just a few hours later they were into the full swing of things, the rehearsal full blown and hectic. Kurt was just a little on edge by the second act. Thankfully, apart from their major scene, Hanschen and Ernst had limited interaction but there was this one look that always sent Kurt’s heart racing. Just a simple exchange of words, but Kurt was constantly stumbling over them.
The directors didn’t seem to mind. Apparently that was well within character, but Blaine looked
worried.
But everything came to its peak during the Touch Me sequence. There was just so much… touching. Blaine would run his hands across his face and Kurt would trace his shoulder and it was so heartbreakingly intimate that Kurt ached with the force of it.
“Hey, are you alright?” Blaine asked as they waited backstage for their turn. “You look a bit…” he grasped for words and eventually just let the sentence hang off. Kurt sighed, getting the idea.
“Just nervous,” he said. And he wasn’t even lying…
Blaine gave him a sympathetic look. “Don’t be scared… it’s just you and me and a bunch of our friends.”
“But it won’t always be,” Kurt fretted.
“Kurt,” Blaine intoned seriously, “you have nothing to worry about.” His eyes melted into an unfamiliar expression and Kurt’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re perfect.”
**
Blaine’s eyes were wide and sure and Kurt stifled a gasp at the sincerity in them. There was a mischievous edge to his stance, as required, but his eyes were too soft for the character, his own personality, perhaps, shining through.
He leaned closer, and all in the space of a millisecond, Kurt’s heart began to race, his cheeks burned, his toes danced and electricity flew between them. The second Blaine’s lips were on his he thought he might explode from sensory overload. There was a hand on his cheek and Blaine’s tongue against his. He tasted like apples and coffee and his hands were there, holding him into place and Kurt might die if he ever let go.
“Oh god,” Kurt gasped, right on cue as the audience burst into squeals.
“Mmmm,” Blaine murmured appreciatively, stealing a coy glance at the crowd. “I know.”
Kurt’s voice quivered. “When I came back here this afternoon… I thought we would only… talk.”
“So are you sorry we-”
“No, Hanschen!” Kurt burst out insistently, “I love you Hanschen-” Blaine’s breath hitched, “-like I’ve never loved anybody.”
Blaine’s mouth dropped a little and his eyes widened.
“I am so, so sorry,” he said slowly and Kurt frowned. That wasn’t the line…
He turned back to the directors apologetically. “Line?”
**
That evening as Kurt trudged back to the dorms his whole body ached and his eyes drooped. He was exhausted, but it was that pleasant exhaustion accompanied by a full day’s work; the one that made you feel accomplished, like you’d achieved something great.
He heard Blaine shouting his name down the hall and he turned hesitantly. Blaine had been avoiding him all afternoon and that hurt a little bit… but he really missed him, even though he had been there the whole time…
It made sense in his head.
“I’m sorry,” Blaine said instantly, a little breathless. He had been running. “I should’ve… I should’ve learnt my lines better.”
“I wasn’t mad,” Kurt said carefully and Blaine’s shoulders slumped with relief. “Although I might be happier to see you if you weren’t ignoring me all afternoon.”
Blaine bit his lip, looking regretful and Kurt raised his eyebrow, feeling more confident than he had in a long time.
You need to learn to stand up for yourself.
“What was your problem anyway?” Kurt challenged, his determination shining in his voice. “What did I do wrong?”
Blaine’s eyes widened. “What? Nothing- Kurt, I-”
“Obviously not nothing since apart from our scenes you wouldn’t even look at me-”
“I was thinking,” Blaine defended.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. “It must have been some important thinking then.”
Blaine swallowed. “It was.”
“Are you gonna tell me what it is?” Kurt ventured at last after Blaine made no move.
Blaine twisted his hands nervously.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Kurt said softly, suddenly guilty. “I’m sorry for pushing you… I was just… concerned.”
“No, no, Kurt.” Blaine shook his head and startled Kurt by suddenly taking his hand. Kurt gasped a little and Blaine screwed up his brow, looking suddenly angry with himself.
“Sorry,” he said, retracting his hand.
Kurt felt guiltier than ever.
“I just…” Blaine’s voice was barely above a whisper now, “there’s this guy.”
Oh.
“And I think I like him more than I should.”
“Is he pretty?” Kurt asked sulkily.
Blaine’s eyes softened. “He’s the prettiest. He’s… he’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Kurt’s heart ached. “That’s nice,” he lied. “I’m sure he’ll really like you too, Blaine.” Who wouldn’t?
“I’m not so sure…” Blaine muttered.
“What makes you think that?”
“Because he never seems…” Blaine grasped for words, “I think I make him uncomfortable,” he settled on.
“Maybe he’s just nervous,” Kurt allowed.
Blaine’s eyes widened.
“What’s his name?” Kurt asked at last, unsure of what else to say. Blaine was still looking at him funny…
“His name…” Blaine sighed.
“His name is Kurt.”
**
Tears blinded his sight as he flew back to the common room. He half expected to be drowned in rain the way the dark clouds loomed but thankfully he made it back to his dorm before the first crack of thunder hit.
He threw himself under his sheets immediately; ignoring his roommate’s concerned sentiments. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget everything.
Sleep lulled him under eventually but thankfully his subconscious was peaceful, his aching exhausted pulling him into a dreamless sleep.
But a few hours later he felt a harsh tug on his shoulder and he jolted awake.
“What is it?’ he mumbled.
“Quick, Kurt,” Nick said frantically. “It’s Blaine.”
Kurt sat upright in his bed, terror rushing through him. “Blaine? What’s going on?”
Nick bit worriedly on his lower lip, his hands trembling as they helped Kurt out of bed.
“No one knows where he is.”
**
Kurt instantly regretted his decision to run out without a coat but the storm whirled fiercely around him and as the wind whipped against his skin he realised that there was only one thing important now.
He had to find Blaine.
Sure, he had been an asshole. But he was Kurt’s friend-
No. surely he understood now that Blaine was much more than that.
He was the one person who hadn’t tried to jump over his walls or break through them… he had ignored them completely, simply smiling his way into Kurt’s life and winning his friendship and respect.
And his heart.
Kurt knew know that he was in love with him. It was silly it had taken him so long to realise.
But even if Blaine didn’t love him back, Kurt knew he couldn’t live without his friendship.
He bounded as fast as he could across the slippery grasp, clutching at the passing tress every now and again to steady himself. He could hardly see through the harsh spray and he was shivering to the bone.
“Blaine!” he screamed as loud as he could, pleading to the stars that he could hear him. “Blaine! Blaine!”
It was useless. His voice couldn’t be heard above the howling winds either way.
But he persisted.
“Blaine! Blaine!”
“Kurt!”
Kurt froze.
That was Blaine’s voice.
“Blaine!” his voice felt raw in his throat. “Blaine where are you?!”
“I’m over here.”
“Blaine.” His name fell of Kurt’s lips with a relieved shudder. He finally found him, huddled under a tree, wrapped in a coat, absolutely drenched.
Kurt was so relieved he lost himself for a moment, bounding over to him and pulling him into his arms, kissing him wet and deep.
Blaine responded eagerly, caressing his cheeks and pulling him hard against him. Kurt gasped, startled both at his own boldness and Blaine’s reaction.
“Blaine,” he cried, pulling away, “I-I can’t…”
“I’m sorry,” Blaine apologised, eyes wide and horrified. “I-I-”
“No,” Kurt whispered. “It was me… all me…”
“We should get back inside,” Blaine said quietly. “I… I got lost trying to find your dorm and the rain just got too much.”
“I know,” Kurt said softly, taking his hand. Blaine looked grateful at the touch. “Let’s get you home.”
**
The bright cheery walls of the coffee shop were comforting as Kurt stepped inside the next morning. He saw Rachel waving at him from a corner but he gave her a signal that he wouldn’t’ be joining her and she smiled in secret understanding. His phone buzzed with a text.
I love you
He smiled, pocketing his phone. He approached the line hesitantly, keeping his eyes down casted.
He had known Blaine would be working today.
He couldn’t stay away.
When he finally reached the front of the line he only looked up a little, his order falling from his lips on auto pilot.
“One medium non-”
“-fat mocha, already made,” Mike answered smoothly, gesturing to where his coffee stood, steaming on the stand. He winked and glanced over at Blaine, a small smile bearing on his lips as he worked on other orders.
“Oh,” Kurt said softly.
“Right, oh,” Mike grinned. He leant in closer. “He gets off in ten minutes.”
“Thanks,” Kurt blushed, taking his coffee and scurrying away, choosing a seat in a private corner of the shop, picking up a newspaper and reading in silence.
The ten minutes flew by and the sound of a chair scraping the wood sounded at the end of it.
Kurt’s heart warmed.
It was Blaine.
“I think we need to talk,” he said gently.
Kurt nodded. “We do,” he agreed.
“Can I sit?” Blaine asked. Kurt nodded eagerly.
“Please.”
“So…”
“So…”
Blaine chuckled at Kurt’s echo, running a hand through his short dark curls with a large smile.
“Kurt Hummel,” he said fondly, “you’re something else, you know that?”
Kurt had no answer.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now,” Blaine admitted. “Yesterday I told you I liked you and then you ran away… but then you kissed me and…” he sighed. “I’m just really confused, here.”
Kurt blinked back shock.
“I thought you were teasing me,” Kurt confessed. “When you said you liked a boy named Kurt.”
“Teasing you?” Blaine repeated, eyes wide in alarm. He exhaled, shaking his head. “Never.”
The sincerity in his tone made Kurt’s heart sing.
“What about you…?” Blaine said slowly. “Do you… do you like me?”
It took a moment to get the words out, but there was no doubt in his mind or his tone.
“Yes. I like you… a lot.”
Blaine’s face split into a beautiful smile.
“I’m glad,” he said happily, his eyes sparkling. “So happy…”
“So…” Kurt ventured, smiling sillily as the giddy hummingbirds in his stomach fluttered restlessly. “What now?”
“Can I hold your hand?” Blaine asked, ducking his head shyly. Kurt blushed, a secret thrill sparking at his spine.
“Yes, you may.”
epilogue
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Delicate palms tickled absent lines over his bare abdominals and Blaine shivered and writhed beneath a warm, lithe body.
“K-Kurt,” he stuttered frantically, “please.”
Kurt smiled down at him, his eyes wide an innocent. “Please, what?” he asked shyly, ducking his head, blushing prettily, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe the power he executed over Blaine.
“Touch me,” Blaine gasped. Kurt’s lips parted just a little and a breathy whimper escaped. He ran a soft hand across his collarbone.
“But I am touching you,” he said confusedly. Blaine bit his lip to prevent from crying out.
“No,” Blaine whispered, grabbing a hold of his delicate wrist carefully and guiding it down to the straining bulge in his jeans. “Here.”
Letting go of his wrist, Blaine gave Kurt a pointed look and he whimpered a little, his fingers
grazing over the spot with soft little strokes leaving Blaine aching with want.
“Kurt,” he moaned. “More.”
“Are you-are you sure?” Kurt stammered nervously, biting his lip abashedly.
Blaine nodded desperately. “Please, Kurt,” he groaned. Seeing that Kurt was still hesitant, he moved his own hands down to unzip his jeans, pulling out his cock and wrapped Kurt’s fingers around it. Kurt stared down at him with wide, shocked eyes, his grip agonisingly loose.
“You’re so big,” he whispered delicately, his voice trembling.
Blaine moaned and-
**
He woke with a start.
Groaning at the pain still desperately throbbing in his pyjama pants he blinked his sleepy eyes open, his hands fumbling over his bedside drawer to silence his alarm. Fucking morning classes.
Casting a glance at Mike’s still snoring body across the room, he quickly raced out of bed and into the bathroom, pondering how best to relive his err, problem.
Cold shower? Or jerking off?
He bit his lip indecisively as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. A cold shower really wasn’t the best start to any day and yet he knew he would feel wrong if he jerked off, knowing what images would be behind it…
It would be wrong. He felt ashamed enough dreaming of Kurt that way, anyway. He clearly just needed a friend, and that was what Blaine had to be for him.
And friends didn’t jerk off to other friends. Especially not friends who until just yesterday had been petrified by your very presence.
Huffing in annoyance, Blaine reached for the taps. Cold shower it was…
**
On the other side of campus, another alarm rang out, awakening Kurt from his erratic sleep. He woke clutching his racing heart, his sheets sticky between his legs, feeling a wash of utter shame and confusion.
In terms of sexuality, Kurt would rate himself on baby penguin level. Sex had never held any particular interest to him. He knew it would happen someday, but that someday was when he had a beautiful husband who loved him very much and would be careful and sweet and loving. The way his friends (well, not so much Rachel, but certainly some of his friends back in high school) discussed it made it seem…dirty. He didn’t see the appeal in getting hot and sweaty and gross.
And yet, here he was.
Having sex dreams about the first guy at this stupid place who had gone fully out of his way to befriend him.
Befriend him.
Not have sex with him or pursue him romantically.
Kurt felt disgusted with himself. He felt filthy and gross and he slipped out of bed before his roommate awoke. A nice shower was what he needed to wash away these icky thoughts.
**
Blaine managed to get through all of his classes for the day without any undapper thoughts about his new friend, rushing off to the music room to kill some time before rehearsal.
He was glad to find it unoccupied, settling down at the piano and running his fingers experimentally across the keys. A dark tune flowed through his hands and he swayed in time to the music, gently closing his eyes and allowing the piece to take his mind away for a moment.
“I like that song.”
It was Blaine’s turn to jump and he whirled around to face Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt bit back a giggle moving further into the room carefully.
“Yeah,” Blaine managed, recovering himself as he turned back to the piano. “Moonlight Sonata.”
“My mom used to play piano,” Kurt mused quietly. “I haven’t heard that song in years.”
“Does she not play anymore?” Blaine asked conversationally as Kurt took a seat beside him.
Blaine tensed his shoulders, trying not to shudder at the buzz of electricity that coursed between their shared space.
If Kurt noticed he didn’t comment. He looked down at the keys sadly.
“Actually, she died,” he said softly, “when I was eight.”
“Oh,” Blaine said, feeling instantly horrible. “I’m - I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
Kurt gave him a small smile to show he wasn’t mad. “Can you play it again, please?” Kurt asked quietly. “I-I liked that one.”
“Of course,” Blaine whispered, resuming the song once more.
A light uncontrollable shiver ran through him as Kurt began to hum along, his voice hauntingly, achingly beautiful.
“Sorry,” Kurt whispered, blushing.
“No,” Blaine said quickly, stilling his hands. “It’s just… your voice…”
Kurt flinched. “Yeah, it’s weird, I know.”
“It’s beautiful.”
Kurt’s lips parted, his eyes widening slightly in shock at the sincerity in his voice. Blaine nodded seriously. He wanted Kurt to believe him so bad. Why couldn’t he see how amazing he was?
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered. Blaine smiled softly.
“No worries.”
**
Unfortunately for Blaine, practice went extremely well. They hadn’t quite gotten to his and
Kurt’s shared scene yet, but the director assured them they’d get to it the next day. But in the meantime, Kurt had played his part convincingly, adopting the perfect innocence of Ernst, filling Blaine’s mind with images from his last dream, leaving him aching with both shame and want.
“No,” he told himself internally as Kurt bestowed his wide in character eyes on him, “he’s your friend. Nothing more.”
No matter how much Blaine wanted him.
**
Above him, Blaine’s hands clutched frantically in his hair, guiding him eagerly towards his aching cock, just inches from his lips. Kurt filled with desire at the sight, longing to reach out and wrap his lips around him, devouring him completely.
But a part of him was scared. This was all so new and scary…
But he had Blaine. And Blaine was so big and strong and warm and brave and Kurt felt safe being intimate with him. Blaine would never hurt him.
So very carefully, Kurt inched forward, flicking out his tongue, pressing light kitten licks at the tip of his cock. Kurt couldn’t help but whine at the taste. He tasted so good, salty and warm against his tongue.
Finally, working up the courage, Kurt sunk over him, taking a fair amount of him and sucking as hard as he could. His hands hesitantly traced up his thighs and after receiving no complaint, wrapped around his hips, holding him closer.
But then Blaine’s found his ears and he moaned out in shock-
**
And once more Kurt woke with tears in his eyes, hating himself for doing this. How could he be thinking of Blaine’s cock in his mouth when he barely even knew him? His hands twitched at his sides and he ached to touch himself, still hard in his pyjama pants, stained with his pre-come.
He knew he was close, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had never masturbated before; the concept seemed more than humiliating. His imagination had always been good, but he felt guilty just thinking about thinking of it.
Sighing to himself, Kurt dragged himself to the bathroom, turning on the cold shower for the second morning in the row, dreaming of the fluffy pillows and lazy Sundays of his high school days, back when he didn’t have to get up early for full day rehearsals on the weekends.
**
Just a few hours later they were into the full swing of things, the rehearsal full blown and hectic. Kurt was just a little on edge by the second act. Thankfully, apart from their major scene, Hanschen and Ernst had limited interaction but there was this one look that always sent Kurt’s heart racing. Just a simple exchange of words, but Kurt was constantly stumbling over them.
The directors didn’t seem to mind. Apparently that was well within character, but Blaine looked
worried.
But everything came to its peak during the Touch Me sequence. There was just so much… touching. Blaine would run his hands across his face and Kurt would trace his shoulder and it was so heartbreakingly intimate that Kurt ached with the force of it.
“Hey, are you alright?” Blaine asked as they waited backstage for their turn. “You look a bit…” he grasped for words and eventually just let the sentence hang off. Kurt sighed, getting the idea.
“Just nervous,” he said. And he wasn’t even lying…
Blaine gave him a sympathetic look. “Don’t be scared… it’s just you and me and a bunch of our friends.”
“But it won’t always be,” Kurt fretted.
“Kurt,” Blaine intoned seriously, “you have nothing to worry about.” His eyes melted into an unfamiliar expression and Kurt’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re perfect.”
**
Blaine’s eyes were wide and sure and Kurt stifled a gasp at the sincerity in them. There was a mischievous edge to his stance, as required, but his eyes were too soft for the character, his own personality, perhaps, shining through.
He leaned closer, and all in the space of a millisecond, Kurt’s heart began to race, his cheeks burned, his toes danced and electricity flew between them. The second Blaine’s lips were on his he thought he might explode from sensory overload. There was a hand on his cheek and Blaine’s tongue against his. He tasted like apples and coffee and his hands were there, holding him into place and Kurt might die if he ever let go.
“Oh god,” Kurt gasped, right on cue as the audience burst into squeals.
“Mmmm,” Blaine murmured appreciatively, stealing a coy glance at the crowd. “I know.”
Kurt’s voice quivered. “When I came back here this afternoon… I thought we would only… talk.”
“So are you sorry we-”
“No, Hanschen!” Kurt burst out insistently, “I love you Hanschen-” Blaine’s breath hitched, “-like I’ve never loved anybody.”
Blaine’s mouth dropped a little and his eyes widened.
“I am so, so sorry,” he said slowly and Kurt frowned. That wasn’t the line…
He turned back to the directors apologetically. “Line?”
**
That evening as Kurt trudged back to the dorms his whole body ached and his eyes drooped. He was exhausted, but it was that pleasant exhaustion accompanied by a full day’s work; the one that made you feel accomplished, like you’d achieved something great.
He heard Blaine shouting his name down the hall and he turned hesitantly. Blaine had been avoiding him all afternoon and that hurt a little bit… but he really missed him, even though he had been there the whole time…
It made sense in his head.
“I’m sorry,” Blaine said instantly, a little breathless. He had been running. “I should’ve… I should’ve learnt my lines better.”
“I wasn’t mad,” Kurt said carefully and Blaine’s shoulders slumped with relief. “Although I might be happier to see you if you weren’t ignoring me all afternoon.”
Blaine bit his lip, looking regretful and Kurt raised his eyebrow, feeling more confident than he had in a long time.
You need to learn to stand up for yourself.
“What was your problem anyway?” Kurt challenged, his determination shining in his voice. “What did I do wrong?”
Blaine’s eyes widened. “What? Nothing- Kurt, I-”
“Obviously not nothing since apart from our scenes you wouldn’t even look at me-”
“I was thinking,” Blaine defended.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. “It must have been some important thinking then.”
Blaine swallowed. “It was.”
“Are you gonna tell me what it is?” Kurt ventured at last after Blaine made no move.
Blaine twisted his hands nervously.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Kurt said softly, suddenly guilty. “I’m sorry for pushing you… I was just… concerned.”
“No, no, Kurt.” Blaine shook his head and startled Kurt by suddenly taking his hand. Kurt gasped a little and Blaine screwed up his brow, looking suddenly angry with himself.
“Sorry,” he said, retracting his hand.
Kurt felt guiltier than ever.
“I just…” Blaine’s voice was barely above a whisper now, “there’s this guy.”
Oh.
“And I think I like him more than I should.”
“Is he pretty?” Kurt asked sulkily.
Blaine’s eyes softened. “He’s the prettiest. He’s… he’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Kurt’s heart ached. “That’s nice,” he lied. “I’m sure he’ll really like you too, Blaine.” Who wouldn’t?
“I’m not so sure…” Blaine muttered.
“What makes you think that?”
“Because he never seems…” Blaine grasped for words, “I think I make him uncomfortable,” he settled on.
“Maybe he’s just nervous,” Kurt allowed.
Blaine’s eyes widened.
“What’s his name?” Kurt asked at last, unsure of what else to say. Blaine was still looking at him funny…
“His name…” Blaine sighed.
“His name is Kurt.”
**
Tears blinded his sight as he flew back to the common room. He half expected to be drowned in rain the way the dark clouds loomed but thankfully he made it back to his dorm before the first crack of thunder hit.
He threw himself under his sheets immediately; ignoring his roommate’s concerned sentiments. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget everything.
Sleep lulled him under eventually but thankfully his subconscious was peaceful, his aching exhausted pulling him into a dreamless sleep.
But a few hours later he felt a harsh tug on his shoulder and he jolted awake.
“What is it?’ he mumbled.
“Quick, Kurt,” Nick said frantically. “It’s Blaine.”
Kurt sat upright in his bed, terror rushing through him. “Blaine? What’s going on?”
Nick bit worriedly on his lower lip, his hands trembling as they helped Kurt out of bed.
“No one knows where he is.”
**
Kurt instantly regretted his decision to run out without a coat but the storm whirled fiercely around him and as the wind whipped against his skin he realised that there was only one thing important now.
He had to find Blaine.
Sure, he had been an asshole. But he was Kurt’s friend-
No. surely he understood now that Blaine was much more than that.
He was the one person who hadn’t tried to jump over his walls or break through them… he had ignored them completely, simply smiling his way into Kurt’s life and winning his friendship and respect.
And his heart.
Kurt knew know that he was in love with him. It was silly it had taken him so long to realise.
But even if Blaine didn’t love him back, Kurt knew he couldn’t live without his friendship.
He bounded as fast as he could across the slippery grasp, clutching at the passing tress every now and again to steady himself. He could hardly see through the harsh spray and he was shivering to the bone.
“Blaine!” he screamed as loud as he could, pleading to the stars that he could hear him. “Blaine! Blaine!”
It was useless. His voice couldn’t be heard above the howling winds either way.
But he persisted.
“Blaine! Blaine!”
“Kurt!”
Kurt froze.
That was Blaine’s voice.
“Blaine!” his voice felt raw in his throat. “Blaine where are you?!”
“I’m over here.”
“Blaine.” His name fell of Kurt’s lips with a relieved shudder. He finally found him, huddled under a tree, wrapped in a coat, absolutely drenched.
Kurt was so relieved he lost himself for a moment, bounding over to him and pulling him into his arms, kissing him wet and deep.
Blaine responded eagerly, caressing his cheeks and pulling him hard against him. Kurt gasped, startled both at his own boldness and Blaine’s reaction.
“Blaine,” he cried, pulling away, “I-I can’t…”
“I’m sorry,” Blaine apologised, eyes wide and horrified. “I-I-”
“No,” Kurt whispered. “It was me… all me…”
“We should get back inside,” Blaine said quietly. “I… I got lost trying to find your dorm and the rain just got too much.”
“I know,” Kurt said softly, taking his hand. Blaine looked grateful at the touch. “Let’s get you home.”
**
The bright cheery walls of the coffee shop were comforting as Kurt stepped inside the next morning. He saw Rachel waving at him from a corner but he gave her a signal that he wouldn’t’ be joining her and she smiled in secret understanding. His phone buzzed with a text.
I love you
He smiled, pocketing his phone. He approached the line hesitantly, keeping his eyes down casted.
He had known Blaine would be working today.
He couldn’t stay away.
When he finally reached the front of the line he only looked up a little, his order falling from his lips on auto pilot.
“One medium non-”
“-fat mocha, already made,” Mike answered smoothly, gesturing to where his coffee stood, steaming on the stand. He winked and glanced over at Blaine, a small smile bearing on his lips as he worked on other orders.
“Oh,” Kurt said softly.
“Right, oh,” Mike grinned. He leant in closer. “He gets off in ten minutes.”
“Thanks,” Kurt blushed, taking his coffee and scurrying away, choosing a seat in a private corner of the shop, picking up a newspaper and reading in silence.
The ten minutes flew by and the sound of a chair scraping the wood sounded at the end of it.
Kurt’s heart warmed.
It was Blaine.
“I think we need to talk,” he said gently.
Kurt nodded. “We do,” he agreed.
“Can I sit?” Blaine asked. Kurt nodded eagerly.
“Please.”
“So…”
“So…”
Blaine chuckled at Kurt’s echo, running a hand through his short dark curls with a large smile.
“Kurt Hummel,” he said fondly, “you’re something else, you know that?”
Kurt had no answer.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now,” Blaine admitted. “Yesterday I told you I liked you and then you ran away… but then you kissed me and…” he sighed. “I’m just really confused, here.”
Kurt blinked back shock.
“I thought you were teasing me,” Kurt confessed. “When you said you liked a boy named Kurt.”
“Teasing you?” Blaine repeated, eyes wide in alarm. He exhaled, shaking his head. “Never.”
The sincerity in his tone made Kurt’s heart sing.
“What about you…?” Blaine said slowly. “Do you… do you like me?”
It took a moment to get the words out, but there was no doubt in his mind or his tone.
“Yes. I like you… a lot.”
Blaine’s face split into a beautiful smile.
“I’m glad,” he said happily, his eyes sparkling. “So happy…”
“So…” Kurt ventured, smiling sillily as the giddy hummingbirds in his stomach fluttered restlessly. “What now?”
“Can I hold your hand?” Blaine asked, ducking his head shyly. Kurt blushed, a secret thrill sparking at his spine.
“Yes, you may.”
epilogue