When You Flash Up On My Phone
Media: Fanfic
Title: When You Flash Up On My Phone 1/?
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers (If any): Blaine exists, thank god.
Notes: I own nothing! Unbeta'd, shameless Lilly Allen inspired title!
Word Count: 1625
Summary: Blaine doesn’t think he can be alone much longer.
Kurt doesn’t flinch when his iphone buzzes beside his head. He had tucked it under his pillow before flopping down to sleep. Kurt however has not yet fallen asleep. He is trying to lucid dream. He’d read online that if you kept thinking about something until you fell asleep, and then if you just knew you were dreaming you could change things. So the phone buzzing only relieves him from trying to sleep and think about Blaine, the two do not go well together.
Blaine <3: My roommate is still working on his display for Bio tomorrow, its bright, can I crash on your floor?
Kurt sits up abruptly, blinking his eyes to see if the text really said what he thought. His heart flutters, and he feels a warm sensation ripple through him. He can’t imagine why Shane would still be working on that stupid paper thing. But Blaine coming over is possible the most exciting thing Kurt can imagine, or Kurt would admit to imagining about him and Blaine. Images of Blaine, half dressed, Dalton bathrobe draping his shoulders, sleepy and warm beside him invade Kurt's mind restlessly until he realizes he hasn’t responded. He types as quickly as he can, presses send, and wonders if his attempt to sound calm will come off douchy.
Kurt Hummel: Yeah sure.
Blaine grins when he sees the text and steps into his slippers, taking care to be especially quite. He fixes his hair by the dim light of his table lamp before switching it off and tip toeing out of the room, Shane is sleeping deeply.
“Hello?” Blaine is slightly upset when the door swings open and Kurt is standing there with all the lights on. He’s holding a pillow and has arranged a spot on the floor beside his bed.
“Come on in.” Kurt makes a sweeping gesture to his little single and steps back to let Blaine walk in. Blaine slides through the door and brushes chests with Kurt as he side steps into the over bright light. Blaine's trying hitting himself for writing floor in the text, it would have been fine to write, can i come crash, he berates himself.
“It’s, bright, were you up? Blaine asked gnawing his lip unintentionally.
“Well I wasn’t sleeping, but this can’t be brighter than your room!” Kurt exclaimed plopping the pillow down on the floor beside the neatly arranged blankets. “It’s kind of hot in here as is, I don’t think you’ll need a lot of these, but, just in case.” Kurt pats a stack of blankets piled up on his desk chair.
“Wow, thanks.” Blaine’s chest sinks, he is so infatuated with Kurt, and he had even lied and showed up in barley more than boxer briefs and a sleep shirt and the boy is clueless, or, Blaine gulps sadly, not at all interested.
As Kurt moves to climb into his bed Blaine’s eyes catch on the thermostat on the wall right beside Kurt. Blaine takes one step forward, pretends to be stretching and though he is sad Kurt averts his eyes when Blaine’s shirt rides up, he takes the opportunity to drag the lever on the thermostat to one of the lower settings. Now all he has to do is wait…
“Goodnight Blaine, sorry you have to sleep on the floor.” Kurt mumbles into his pillow and Blaine wonders how sorry Kurt really is. He decides probably not sorry enough to let Blaine climb beneath the thin covers in the hot room.
“Sweet dreams.” Blaine answers; unaware that is exactly what Kurt is hoping for.
It has got to be the most awkward hour Blaine has ever lived. He's lying on the floor, waiting for the room to grow colder and trying so hard not to groan, or worse, moan. Just knowing that Kurt is lying so close is hard to handle. He feels his head get tight, his chest is still treating him like a drum, resounding with a deafening sound through the room, Blaine hopes Kurt doesn’t hear the way it makes his breath hitch and come out ragged.
Kurt’s nose twitches and he feels the icy tingling of his toes beginning to spread through his limbs. Perhaps if he hadn’t taken off his heavier blankets when the room was hot he wouldn’t have started awake. The room is dark, Kurt can’t see clearly, but he does see that there is no Blaine lying on the floor beside him, no blankets there either, not a trace of the boy. Dread creeps through him, had he finally gotten his Blaine dream and that was it? Kurt scrambles for his phone and fingers it open to his texts. It’s still there, Blaine’s text.
“I like the heart.” Blaine says quietly. Kurt jumps up franticly. He had not seen Blaine covered I'm blankets, by the desk chair on the other side of Kurt’s bed.
“What, oh.” Kurt clutches the phone defensively, unsure what to say, or do, or think. “It’s cold.” He finally says. Sitting up he reaches his arms toward Blaine and the older boy nearly buckles at the knees. “Blanket?”
The request stings a bit, but Blaine sits on the edge of Kurt's bed and shakes open a blanket. Kurt, sitting up in bed watches in surprise as Blaine drapes the blankets over him, tucking it around his legs with a gentle touch. Kurt can do nothing more than sink into the bed as Blaine carefully wraps him in warmth. He’s glad it’s dark in the room. He knows he's gnawing his lip in a desperate way, and his face must look like he's in love, his face always follows his heart.
The loss of Blaine’s warm body seated beside him makes Kurt want to cry out into the night. It worsens when he hears him rearranging his blankets on the floor. Blaine’s ragged breaths are harmonizing with chatter of his teeth. Kurt himself isn’t chattering, he doesn’t think it’s that cold, but he has a bed, and blankets.
“Blaine?” Kurt says.
“Kurt.” The way Blaine says his name is almost too much for Kurt to take. It is almost gasped out, yet each letter is whimpered like a prayer. Kurt slings his feet out of the bed and looks at Blaine.
“This floor feels like ice.” Kurt says in mock surprise. “Don’t suppose you’d want to get off of it?” Kurt realizes a second too late that his voice sounds harsh.
“Oh, I guess I could go see if Shane is done.” Blaine stands awkwardly and Kurt thinks about smacking himself, hard. “Night then.”
“Wait!” Kurt springs off the bed and catches hold of Blaine's hand. Surprised they both just stand there for a moment. Blaine is waiting for Kurt to drop his hand and say something cold like, goodnight. Kurt is sure Blaine will shrug out of his grip and disappear. He knows it won’t be forever, but losing Blaine that night, it seemed much worse than being shoved into lockers, slushied, or even losing a solo to Rachel. He had left those things for a reason.
“You’re shaking.” Blaine realizes the firm grasp on his hand is slipping away so he leans forward and wraps Kurt in a hug, a, I-love-you-please-kiss-me-before-I-cry kind of hug that could not be misunderstood as a I-am-cold hug.
“Bed.” Kurt rasps, his head is swimming and he wants to scream or cry, or just die right there.
“You want-“ Blaine is cut off when Kurt snatches his hand and drags him into the warm blankets. The struggle for a minute, kicking to get their leg untangled and touching. Kurt tries to pin Blaine to the mattress but is flipped when Blaine lets out a low growl and pounces on top. He sits on top of Kurt for a moment, the blankets barely clinging to his feet, not that he was cold anymore. Fuck, Blaine thinks looking down as Kurt squirming beneath him. He drops the younger boys hands and leans over him so that their faces are almost touching. He kisses Kurt on the forehead gentle. Kurt's hands are moving over his chest wrapping him tightly, keeping him close.
It starts as a brush against his lips. But Blaine's chaste peck turns into parting lips, then deep heated pleasure. Kurt feels himself falling apart beneath that kiss, his limbs begin to shake and tears swell in his eyes. Blaine tries to pull away when he feels them sliding against his skin but Kurt clutches his hair and Blaine doesn’t pull away until he can no longer breath.
“Are you ok?” Blaine whimpers at the sight of Kurt straight up bawling his eyes out beneath him. Immediately he feels guilty and shameful. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I-I turned down your heat, and I just wanted, I wanted a reason to be close to you.” Blaine feels the sting of tears in his eyes beginning. Kurt's laugh catches him off guard and he stares down at the tear stained face he is beginning to love.
“I’m happy.” Kurt smiles and laughs brightly; he doesn’t care if he’s laughing like a little girl.
“But, you cried.” Blaine says confused, but considerably less frightened.
“It was too much to take, I got an overload of happy and - You turned down my heat?” Kurt looks surprised. “You wanted to be close to me.” He finishes softly. A smile creeps across his face and leaks into his eyes.
“I always want to be close to you, I just didn’t think you wanted me.”
“Come on Blaine, I’ve got a dorky heart next to your name on my phone!”
Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt again, deeply. He loved the way Kurt’s smile felt under his lips. But was surprised when he felt Kurt’s hands raking over his back, returning his kisses with outright abandon.