Fic: Space They Cannot Touch
Title: Space They Cannot Touch
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 2x20
Warnings: sleepy cuddle time, extreme fluff 'n' puff, and I think I accidentally slipped in some crack
Word Count: 1,928
Summary: Blaine wakes up next to Kurt the morning after a certain celebratory event and feels lucky.
A/N: Just a short, not creatively put together, little thing I wanted to write about last night's episode. It turned out a lot cheesier than expected, but *mumbles an excuse about being tired and unoriginal*. Must now go write angsty porn to make up for the cheese. Title/italicized lyrics come from Kate Miller-Heidke.
Blaine has always been a light sleeper.
Kurt makes him want to sleep less.
The fact that Kurt had to spend even a minute of his prom in tears makes his head feel a little light.
Even though the voice in the back of Blaine's head said it was only a matter of time, he really wished he could have proven himself wrong.
However, Kurt proved himself wrong for him.
Kurt made him understand. He talked about not giving up the fight for what Blaine has been secretly trying to put off, something that gets under his skin and makes him stay inside on some days. Something close to fear that has been wrongly mixed with guilt and shame over the last couple years for Blaine.
It's something he can't ignore, but something he would rather not remember on a daily basis.
Kurt would meet it head on.
Without needing to even think about it, Kurt knows the right thing to do.
Blaine thinks he knows it too, but Kurt's not afraid to act.
Kurt's not afraid to be himself. He would be the one to say "self? Meet yourself. This is who you are, who you're becoming, and if you don't like it, then I'm sorry, but you should really learn to love me. I'm really not that bad, and my singing voice isn't too shabby, either."
It's what attracted Blaine to him in the first place. The fire in Kurt's heart always burns nicely through his eyes, but for Blaine to see him upset does more than just kill the dark haired boy.
Blaine used to think when he was younger that he'd be a perfect knight in shining armor, and he thought that as long as he was the perfect boyfriend and in love, then that's all his significant other would ever need.
Kurt needs a lot more than Blaine, and Blaine knows that now. He'll be lucky if he's even able to squeeze into a fifteenth of Kurt's life, because that's how larger than life Kurt could will become. He'll illuminate the lives of everyone he touches, and if Blaine is still an important role at that time, then Kurt will hopefully smile at him like he's the only guy in the world.
I just hope I am good enough to keep you.
~*~
Blaine wakes up feeling the weight of Kurt's face nestled in his hair, and he can't help but smile and lean into the chest that is pressed gently behind him.
After such an eventful night, Burt let Blaine sleepover just so Kurt wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night crying without anyone there to be his immediate support system. Not that Kurt would cry, but just in case he needed a hug...
Burt didn't need to tell Blaine to be on his best behavior. All Blaine needed was the classic Burt Hummel look to tell him to keep his hands off the prom queen.
Blaine wouldn't have tried anything anyway, though. Sheesh.
Understandably, Kurt was pretty tired after prom.
He just wanted to sleep in his bed with Blaine and not wake up until Saturday night if that were possible.
I wake up in darkest night, I watch you breathe in shadow light.
Blaine's a light sleeper, and Kurt makes him feel even lighter.
Why would he even try to do anything to him when just feeling Kurt wrap his arms around him makes a tingly feeling shoot through his entire body? He's not sure what to call the feeling, but he'd say it's connected to lo--
Can I think it yet?
Of course, he can. This is Kurt. This is where he wants to be.
I think you're teaching me what love is.
----
It's almost a curse when the person sleeping next to you is the only person to excite you and also the only one to relax you.
Blaine's glad that Kurt feels comfortable enough to fall asleep with him.
A perfect world lies next to me, and I don't need to sleep to dream.
Kurt feels lazy warm against him, and when Blaine reaches a tired hand out to re-connect with the hand that is lightly draped over Blaine's waist, Kurt instinctively laces their fingers together in his sleep. Blaine's stomach does weird flip flops.
Most people think that Kurt's skin is baby soft and smooth, but it's more than that, Blaine will have you know.
He hasn't been able to roam his hands all over his boyfriend yet (baby steps), but he's glad to know that Kurt's skin isn't made of porcelain like some people ridiculously think so.
Kurt's hands are firm and soft, and let's just say that Kurt finally got over the ecstasy of finger-tips touching. Blaine was in heaven that day. (Get your minds out of the gutter, perverts. Hands sadly stayed above the waist.)
Holding Kurt's hand makes Blaine feel awake. That's as much sense as he can make out of it. It feels real.
He's with Kurt in Kurt's bed.
Burt trusts Kurt.
Burt trusts Blaine not to do anything, and he just feels at ease--feels like he can love Kurt and not have all his walls come crashing down on him when something bad happens.
With Kurt, he feels everything will work out somehow. And if not? Kurt Hummel will Make. It. Work.
----
All Blaine wants Kurt to remember from last night is them dancing together. (It's all Blaine wants to remember, anyway.)
He finally got to repeat "excuse me" to him.
Only the best for the worst Dalton spy.
Kurt didn't lie though, he really was new at Dalton that day. He was new to Dalton, to Blaine, to feeling fluttery feelings that could be reciprocated. He was new to the idea of an us.
Kurt may have only heard one line of Blaine's inner dialogue, but he actually said quite a lot in that one line:
Excuse me for taking so long,
Excuse me for singing all those songs.
Excuse me for not being able to advance,
Excuse me for not being good at romance.
Excuse me for saying you'll learn to belong
Excuse me for thinking you weren't as strong.
Excuse me for missing my first chance,
Excuse me, may I have this dance?
Because you already have everything else from me.
~*~
Morning sun warms our skin, and distant sounds, the day begins...
As he's waking up, Blaine smells bacon (lean turkey bacon, no doubt) and pancakes downstairs. He figures he should wake Kurt up and tell him breakfast is either almost ready or is waiting for them to devour, but he decides to just lay there embraced for a few more minutes. What's the rush?
So, maybe there is a world out there that isn't ready to accept them. Blaine's not too sure he's ready to accept the world either yet. It'll be a balancing act for the rest of their lives.
It sounds exhausting, but that's why they're resting right now. It's why Blaine's pretty sure that Kurt's still sound asleep and drooling in his hair, but the only thing it does is make Blaine laugh quietly.
He turns his body around to face Kurt's without trying to wake him up, making Kurt's head fall back onto the pillow like it was originally intended for.
"Good morning, sunshine." Blaine says sweetly, trying not to laugh when Kurt's eyes open slowly.
Kurt's eyes widen and he stares at Blaine really confused for a moment as last night comes flooding back to him.
:: ::
"You should wear your hair curly more often so I can munch on it. It's a cotton candy pillow just for me..."
"Will you share?" Blaine asks.
Kurt smiles lightly and bounces one of Blaine's curls that have fallen out of its' gel captor. "Maybe."
"Aw, come on, sharing is caring..."
"Sharing is overrated, but since I find you kind of cute, I'll say yes."
:: ::
"...Did I fall asleep on you?" Kurt asks softly, stifling a yawn.
Blaine smiles and scoots up the bed to rest his head on the pillow at the same level Kurt's hair is at.
"Mhm."
Kurt blushes. "Mmm, I'm sorry."
"It's very alright..."
When Blaine just keeps staring at him, Kurt blushes more and raises an eyebrow at him. "Stop looking at me..."
Blaine smiles as he hears the birds chirping outside at seven in the morning. The rest of the world is slowly waking up, but of course, not before the singing begins.
Blaine feels he's got an upper hand on everybody this morning, because unlike the entire world, he's waking up next to Kurt. This is not just a boy he thinks he's going to fall in love with and fall hard, there is clearly an independent, amazing person lying next to him.
"No one's ever going to know," he says quietly, a smirk slowly making its way to his face.
"Know what?"
"How lucky I am."
Kurt rolls his eyes and plops his head closer to Blaine's face. "I think you're dreaming... I'm the lucky one, if anything."
Blaine smiles. "If you're saying you're lucky because you have a dad that makes you pancakes in the morning, then I'd agree with you one hundred percent, otherwise, not so much... Second of all, I'm definitely not dreaming."
"Oh? How can you be so sure?"
Blaine looks down at their laced hands when he feels Kurt's thumb rubbing over his knuckles.
That weird flip flop thing? Yeah. It's back.
It's sometimes an indescribable feeling knowing that there are people out there that would be so openly cruel against them if they saw Blaine smiling at Kurt just a little too long.
Blaine decides right now that those people don't matter. In fact, he'd even go so far to say that the world ultimately isn't a bad place, either, despite the "despite"s he could quickly come up with.
He knows the world is at least trying to be beautiful, because the world has people like Kurt in it. He imagines what a conversation with The World would be like right now:
"So, um, yeah... Blaine, I know I kind of suck hardcore sometimes, but I've got this kid named Kurt Hummel. He's kind of amazing. You two should do like bunnies do. And by 'bunnies', I mean people. And by 'do', I mean make sandwiches. You two should definitely make sandwiches together."
"But Kurt's dad just made us pancakes..."
"Fine, that's works, too. Oh, by the way, you haven't answered Kurt's question yet. You should totally get on that."
"Shit! What'd he say? Do you remember?"
"Uhm, I think he said 'how can you be so sure?' Talking about you not actually dreaming or something."
"Right, thanks."
The World is definitely on crack in his head. He doesn't mind, though, it helps him to dance care-freely with no music playing on occasion.
"I feel wide awake."
Without needing The World's help to decide, Blaine knows that all the people that would choose to tell him that they can't be together are Nothing.
He knows that Kurt is definitely Something.
He knows that there is so much more to Everything than what he reads and hears.
He can't say just yet that Kurt is his Everything, but he's definitely the Thing to Blaine's Every.
It gives him hope, and if he were to be completely honest, that's way more than hate could ever give him.
Soon their world will come calling for us, but this is space they cannot touch.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 2x20
Warnings: sleepy cuddle time, extreme fluff 'n' puff, and I think I accidentally slipped in some crack
Word Count: 1,928
Summary: Blaine wakes up next to Kurt the morning after a certain celebratory event and feels lucky.
A/N: Just a short, not creatively put together, little thing I wanted to write about last night's episode. It turned out a lot cheesier than expected, but *mumbles an excuse about being tired and unoriginal*. Must now go write angsty porn to make up for the cheese. Title/italicized lyrics come from Kate Miller-Heidke.
Blaine has always been a light sleeper.
Kurt makes him want to sleep less.
The fact that Kurt had to spend even a minute of his prom in tears makes his head feel a little light.
Even though the voice in the back of Blaine's head said it was only a matter of time, he really wished he could have proven himself wrong.
However, Kurt proved himself wrong for him.
Kurt made him understand. He talked about not giving up the fight for what Blaine has been secretly trying to put off, something that gets under his skin and makes him stay inside on some days. Something close to fear that has been wrongly mixed with guilt and shame over the last couple years for Blaine.
It's something he can't ignore, but something he would rather not remember on a daily basis.
Kurt would meet it head on.
Without needing to even think about it, Kurt knows the right thing to do.
Blaine thinks he knows it too, but Kurt's not afraid to act.
Kurt's not afraid to be himself. He would be the one to say "self? Meet yourself. This is who you are, who you're becoming, and if you don't like it, then I'm sorry, but you should really learn to love me. I'm really not that bad, and my singing voice isn't too shabby, either."
It's what attracted Blaine to him in the first place. The fire in Kurt's heart always burns nicely through his eyes, but for Blaine to see him upset does more than just kill the dark haired boy.
Blaine used to think when he was younger that he'd be a perfect knight in shining armor, and he thought that as long as he was the perfect boyfriend and in love, then that's all his significant other would ever need.
Kurt needs a lot more than Blaine, and Blaine knows that now. He'll be lucky if he's even able to squeeze into a fifteenth of Kurt's life, because that's how larger than life Kurt could will become. He'll illuminate the lives of everyone he touches, and if Blaine is still an important role at that time, then Kurt will hopefully smile at him like he's the only guy in the world.
I just hope I am good enough to keep you.
~*~
Blaine wakes up feeling the weight of Kurt's face nestled in his hair, and he can't help but smile and lean into the chest that is pressed gently behind him.
After such an eventful night, Burt let Blaine sleepover just so Kurt wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night crying without anyone there to be his immediate support system. Not that Kurt would cry, but just in case he needed a hug...
Burt didn't need to tell Blaine to be on his best behavior. All Blaine needed was the classic Burt Hummel look to tell him to keep his hands off the prom queen.
Blaine wouldn't have tried anything anyway, though. Sheesh.
Understandably, Kurt was pretty tired after prom.
He just wanted to sleep in his bed with Blaine and not wake up until Saturday night if that were possible.
I wake up in darkest night, I watch you breathe in shadow light.
Blaine's a light sleeper, and Kurt makes him feel even lighter.
Why would he even try to do anything to him when just feeling Kurt wrap his arms around him makes a tingly feeling shoot through his entire body? He's not sure what to call the feeling, but he'd say it's connected to lo--
Can I think it yet?
Of course, he can. This is Kurt. This is where he wants to be.
I think you're teaching me what love is.
----
It's almost a curse when the person sleeping next to you is the only person to excite you and also the only one to relax you.
Blaine's glad that Kurt feels comfortable enough to fall asleep with him.
A perfect world lies next to me, and I don't need to sleep to dream.
Kurt feels lazy warm against him, and when Blaine reaches a tired hand out to re-connect with the hand that is lightly draped over Blaine's waist, Kurt instinctively laces their fingers together in his sleep. Blaine's stomach does weird flip flops.
Most people think that Kurt's skin is baby soft and smooth, but it's more than that, Blaine will have you know.
He hasn't been able to roam his hands all over his boyfriend yet (baby steps), but he's glad to know that Kurt's skin isn't made of porcelain like some people ridiculously think so.
Kurt's hands are firm and soft, and let's just say that Kurt finally got over the ecstasy of finger-tips touching. Blaine was in heaven that day. (Get your minds out of the gutter, perverts. Hands sadly stayed above the waist.)
Holding Kurt's hand makes Blaine feel awake. That's as much sense as he can make out of it. It feels real.
He's with Kurt in Kurt's bed.
Burt trusts Kurt.
Burt trusts Blaine not to do anything, and he just feels at ease--feels like he can love Kurt and not have all his walls come crashing down on him when something bad happens.
With Kurt, he feels everything will work out somehow. And if not? Kurt Hummel will Make. It. Work.
----
All Blaine wants Kurt to remember from last night is them dancing together. (It's all Blaine wants to remember, anyway.)
He finally got to repeat "excuse me" to him.
Only the best for the worst Dalton spy.
Kurt didn't lie though, he really was new at Dalton that day. He was new to Dalton, to Blaine, to feeling fluttery feelings that could be reciprocated. He was new to the idea of an us.
Kurt may have only heard one line of Blaine's inner dialogue, but he actually said quite a lot in that one line:
Excuse me for taking so long,
Excuse me for singing all those songs.
Excuse me for not being able to advance,
Excuse me for not being good at romance.
Excuse me for saying you'll learn to belong
Excuse me for thinking you weren't as strong.
Excuse me for missing my first chance,
Excuse me, may I have this dance?
Because you already have everything else from me.
~*~
Morning sun warms our skin, and distant sounds, the day begins...
As he's waking up, Blaine smells bacon (lean turkey bacon, no doubt) and pancakes downstairs. He figures he should wake Kurt up and tell him breakfast is either almost ready or is waiting for them to devour, but he decides to just lay there embraced for a few more minutes. What's the rush?
So, maybe there is a world out there that isn't ready to accept them. Blaine's not too sure he's ready to accept the world either yet. It'll be a balancing act for the rest of their lives.
It sounds exhausting, but that's why they're resting right now. It's why Blaine's pretty sure that Kurt's still sound asleep and drooling in his hair, but the only thing it does is make Blaine laugh quietly.
He turns his body around to face Kurt's without trying to wake him up, making Kurt's head fall back onto the pillow like it was originally intended for.
"Good morning, sunshine." Blaine says sweetly, trying not to laugh when Kurt's eyes open slowly.
Kurt's eyes widen and he stares at Blaine really confused for a moment as last night comes flooding back to him.
:: ::
"You should wear your hair curly more often so I can munch on it. It's a cotton candy pillow just for me..."
"Will you share?" Blaine asks.
Kurt smiles lightly and bounces one of Blaine's curls that have fallen out of its' gel captor. "Maybe."
"Aw, come on, sharing is caring..."
"Sharing is overrated, but since I find you kind of cute, I'll say yes."
:: ::
"...Did I fall asleep on you?" Kurt asks softly, stifling a yawn.
Blaine smiles and scoots up the bed to rest his head on the pillow at the same level Kurt's hair is at.
"Mhm."
Kurt blushes. "Mmm, I'm sorry."
"It's very alright..."
When Blaine just keeps staring at him, Kurt blushes more and raises an eyebrow at him. "Stop looking at me..."
Blaine smiles as he hears the birds chirping outside at seven in the morning. The rest of the world is slowly waking up, but of course, not before the singing begins.
Blaine feels he's got an upper hand on everybody this morning, because unlike the entire world, he's waking up next to Kurt. This is not just a boy he thinks he's going to fall in love with and fall hard, there is clearly an independent, amazing person lying next to him.
"No one's ever going to know," he says quietly, a smirk slowly making its way to his face.
"Know what?"
"How lucky I am."
Kurt rolls his eyes and plops his head closer to Blaine's face. "I think you're dreaming... I'm the lucky one, if anything."
Blaine smiles. "If you're saying you're lucky because you have a dad that makes you pancakes in the morning, then I'd agree with you one hundred percent, otherwise, not so much... Second of all, I'm definitely not dreaming."
"Oh? How can you be so sure?"
Blaine looks down at their laced hands when he feels Kurt's thumb rubbing over his knuckles.
That weird flip flop thing? Yeah. It's back.
It's sometimes an indescribable feeling knowing that there are people out there that would be so openly cruel against them if they saw Blaine smiling at Kurt just a little too long.
Blaine decides right now that those people don't matter. In fact, he'd even go so far to say that the world ultimately isn't a bad place, either, despite the "despite"s he could quickly come up with.
He knows the world is at least trying to be beautiful, because the world has people like Kurt in it. He imagines what a conversation with The World would be like right now:
"So, um, yeah... Blaine, I know I kind of suck hardcore sometimes, but I've got this kid named Kurt Hummel. He's kind of amazing. You two should do like bunnies do. And by 'bunnies', I mean people. And by 'do', I mean make sandwiches. You two should definitely make sandwiches together."
"But Kurt's dad just made us pancakes..."
"Fine, that's works, too. Oh, by the way, you haven't answered Kurt's question yet. You should totally get on that."
"Shit! What'd he say? Do you remember?"
"Uhm, I think he said 'how can you be so sure?' Talking about you not actually dreaming or something."
"Right, thanks."
The World is definitely on crack in his head. He doesn't mind, though, it helps him to dance care-freely with no music playing on occasion.
"I feel wide awake."
Without needing The World's help to decide, Blaine knows that all the people that would choose to tell him that they can't be together are Nothing.
He knows that Kurt is definitely Something.
He knows that there is so much more to Everything than what he reads and hears.
He can't say just yet that Kurt is his Everything, but he's definitely the Thing to Blaine's Every.
It gives him hope, and if he were to be completely honest, that's way more than hate could ever give him.
Soon their world will come calling for us, but this is space they cannot touch.