We Compare Our Hearts [7/7]
The drive home was silent. Blaine offered to drive and Kurt relented easily, so he now had his head propped up against the window, staring at the darkness flying by the car while his mind was in a whirlwind.
He tried to get his thoughts in order before they arrived at the house.
First things first, Blaine loved him. That much he was pretty positive about.
Second, as… absolutely ridiculously crazy as it sounded, he was pretty sure Blaine was his soulmate. (And really, the more he thought of it, it didn’t seem all that ridiculous at all, seeing as how he couldn’t go more than ten yards away from the other boy without his body exploding in pain).
Speaking of that, the bond was the next thing on Kurt’s mind. He still had no utter idea how it started, only that it forced him and Blaine together. But Blaine… His feelings for Kurt were real. He knew that now. He accepted it.
Blaine Anderson loved him. And that was that. End of.
Before he could continue on that train of thought, Blaine was pulling the keys out of the ignition and opening his door. Kurt followed suit and walked up the path with Blaine, opening the door for them and sighing as he closed it.
“You okay?” Blaine asked quietly, the dim glow from the living room light that was still on casting shadows across his skin.
Kurt nodded. “Just thinking, is all.”
Blaine nodded as well before reaching over to grab Kurt’s hand in his, “Kurt, I, um… I wanna… Can we talk? Please?”
Kurt furrowed his brow but agreed, allowing Blaine to tug him along until they were in his bedroom, closing the door behind them out of habit.
Blaine spun to face him, grabbing his other hand as well, kissing the knuckles on Kurt’s left hand before holding them both close to his chest.
“Blaine?”
“Kurt, I just. I need to make this clear to you, okay? I have to… I have to make you understand.”
Kurt looked at him confusedly but nodded, urging Blaine to continue.
“Just... I don't care about anyone else, Kurt, I don't want anyone else. God, I want you. I want to be with you, for however long you’ll have me.”
Kurt could feel Blaine’s heart thundering from under his fingers still pressed tightly into Blaine’s chest. It made his own heart skip a beat.
He was about to speak but Blaine shook his head, not yet finished.
“And just… God, fuck whatever this...bond is between us, okay? It could disappear tomorrow and I won't fucking care because it's not what's making me love you. It may be what brought us together, Kurt, but it's not why I want to stay. Please. You need to believe me. Just… please.”
Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes and saw how scared he was, like he could absolutely destroy the other boy with just one word.
The blood was rushing to Kurt’s ears again but this time it didn’t matter.
Kurt already knew what to say.
He’d known what to say for a long time now, he was just afraid to admit it.
To himself and to Blaine.
But now he had to. He had to.
Keeping the words in any longer could very well kill him, he thought.
“I love you.”
The silence was immediate, even the sound of Blaine’s breathing disappearing, as if the whole world has frozen in time.
But then Blaine breathed out and blinked slowly, looking at Kurt as if he had never seen him before.
“You love me.” It wasn’t a question. It was barely even a statement, the way Blaine let the words out on a breath, the syllables no louder than the beating of Kurt’s heart.
Kurt swallowed loudly before nodding his head jerkily, his fingers subconsciously curling around the fabric of Blaine’s shirt.
“I love you,” Kurt repeated, affirming it, nodding a little for emphasis before speaking again, the words now tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them, “I love you and I’m… I’m so sorry Blaine. I’m sorry for running out and calling you a liar and just not accepting your feelings. I knew all along that I loved you, I just… I couldn’t admit it and I couldn’t admit that you did love me because it scared the hell out of me because love means giving someone the power to break you right? Or something like that. But I’m sorry, and I’m an idiot and god I just love you and-”
His frantic words were cut off by Blaine leaning forward and kissing him, effectively stopping his incessant rambling.
Kurt let out a shaky breath when they broke apart, opening his eyes slowly to stare into Blaine’s.
“I love you,” Kurt said again. Now that he got the words out, he was having trouble trying to keep them in.
Before he could think, Blaine was on him again, harder this time, backing him up against the door.
Kurt groaned when Blaine’s hands went to his waist, gripping him tightly, refusing to let go. He sucked Kurt’s lower lip into his mouth, massaging and nipping at it, tugging it lightly with his teeth.
Kurt’s hands wove themselves tightly into Blaine’s hair when Blaine’s tongue ghosted over the seam of his mouth, asking for entrance which Kurt quickly gave.
He pushed them both away from the door without breaking the kiss, making out almost violently, desperately, pressing into each other closerclosercloser, as they stumbled onto Kurt’s bed, Blaine on his back with Kurt following after him.
They had done things before, of course. They were both teenage boys who slept in the same bed together almost every single night for the past four months.
So to Kurt, this wasn’t exactly new.
What was new, however, were the feelings coursing through him. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear that his emotions were doubled, once for him, and once for Blaine.
Everything felt hotter, harder. He needed everything stronger, his body craving every press of Blaine’s skin to his. He may very well die if Blaine were to decide to pull away at any moment.
He also felt so full of love and desire that he thought he might implode because of it.
It was overwhelming.
It was amazing.
Blaine broke the kiss and flipped them over before he went to work on his neck, Kurt all but groaning at the sensations swirling through him with every move Blaine made. his head began to spin as he felt the brush of Blaine’s fingers against the buttons of his shirt, one by one pulling it open, his lips following his hands and kissing at the skin being revealed until he was at Kurt’s navel and then coming back up to capture his lips again.
It was much too much and not nearly enough.
Kurt discarded his shirt, haphazardly throwing it somewhere across his room moments before gripping the hem of Blaine’s shirt, the backs of his knuckles grazing the older boy’s skin lightly, causing him to gasp as Kurt pulled the shirt up and off of his body.
Somewhere along the line they managed to get their pants off too and it was when Blaine had his index fingers tucked into the waistband of Kurt’s briefs that they both pulled apart.
Kurt looked up into Blaine’s eyes, registering in the back of his mind that the swirls of greens and browns made up his new favorite color.
He felt one of Blaine’s hands slip away for a moment before it came up and brushed a few strands of hair away from his face, Blaine’s eyes staring just as intently into his.
They were having a silent conversation, something they did many times that annoyed their friends to no end. They didn’t know if it was because of the bond or not, but with Kurt and Blaine…they never really needed words. They could tell what the other was thinking with a glance.
But now Blaine was asking him something. Asking if this was okay, if he was ready. If they were ready.
Kurt nodded, keeping his eyes locked with Blaine’s, conveying through his gaze how much he wanted it and how much he wanted it with him.
Kurt saw the moment it dawned on Blaine just what it was Kurt was consenting to. He saw the way Blaine’s eyes widened minutely and the way his pupils grew, all but swallowing his irises.
Blaine licked his lips and nodded jerkily, leaning down to kiss him slowly before moving his hands back to where they were and pulling down Kurt’s briefs before pulling off his own.
Everything was slow, precise, gentle, Blaine’s touches like sparks to his system, leaving his heart jack-rabbiting in his chest.
Blaine kissed and licked every inch of him while his hand stroked his dick maddeningly slow, fingers loose and teasing around him.
“B-Blaine,” Kurt breathed out, chest heaving.
Blaine pulled his head away from a patch of a skin at Kurt’s hip, leaving what was bound to be a rather spectacular hickey, to look up at him.
Kurt noticed the glint in his eye, realized that he was getting off on the way he was slowly but surely breaking Kurt apart.
Kurt wanted to glare at him, wanted to return the favor and not make a real move until Blaine was begging but at that point he couldn’t. He was too far gone to speak coherently let alone to tease his boyfriend mercilessly.
“God-please,” Kurt groaned out, arching his back when Blaine tightened his fingers around him and pumped a few times, Blaine’s thumb rubbing at the bundle of nerves underneath the head.
Blaine pulled away suddenly and Kurt whimpered (yes, he whimpered, but his seriously hot boyfriend moved away without warning mid-handjob, sue him). He was about to reach down and finish the job himself when Blaine returned and batted his hand away.
Kurt huffed in frustration and looked down, seeing Blaine drop a condom on the bed and opening a bottle of lube Kurt kept in drawer and oh, now Blaine moving away made more sense.
Blaine dripped lube onto the fingers of his right hand, rubbing them together to warm it up before looking up at Kurt.
Kurt’s response was to simply widen his legs apart, self-consciousness having fled him ages ago and replaced with pure need.
Blaine slid his index finger into him slowly, groaning low in his throat when he pushed in all the way. He moved it in and out slowly before pulling back and pushing back in with two fingers, slower this time, watching Kurt’s face for any signs of discomfort.
Blaine scissored his fingers, stretching Kurt open as painlessly as he could. His middle finger brushed across that spot inside of him that had Kurt arching his back off the bed again and seeing stars. Blaine hit it a few more times until Kurt was all but thrashing on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead and his mouth hanging out a bit, sucking in as much oxygen as he could.
He added in a third finger and moved them quickly, both boys not being able to wait much longer. After a few strokes Kurt reached down to grab his hand and pull Blaine’s fingers out of him.
“Blaine, please, I-I’m ready. Just… god, I need you,” Kurt said quickly, breathlessly. Blaine noted that the blue of Kurt’s eyes were darker now, his gaze hooded.
Blaine had to force himself to not just come then and there.
With shaky fingers he tore open the condom and rolled it on, spreading lube over himself before moving to hover over Kurt, his body a hair’s breadth away from Kurt’s.
He had to check. He had to be absolutely sure that this is what Kurt wanted.
Kurt seemed to understand because he brought a hand up and traced down Blaine’s cheek and jaw gently, fingers ghosting over his skin before curling into the hair at the base of his neck and tugging him down gently.
Kurt kissed him slow, lovingly, kissed him like it was the most important thing in the world to be doing at that moment.
“I love you,” Kurt breathed against his lips and into the kiss. Blaine swore to himself in that moment that he would never get tired of hearing those words coming out of this boy’s mouth.
“I love you,” Blaine whispered back, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against Kurt’s, his eyes still closed.
He felt Kurt nod against him and he nodded back, tipping his head down to kiss him one more time before pulling his head up.
He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, staring into Kurt’s eyes. He paused at every wince and leaned down to kiss him at every sharp intake of breath, stilling once he was completely inside, giving Kurt time to adjust even though every atom in his body was screaming at him to move.
After waiting a few moments he pulled out slowly before pushing back in, Kurt gasping, breathing out shakily and nodding his head quickly, giving Blaine the go-ahead.
Blaine moved quicker after that, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in deeply, maneuvering Kurt’s hips up slightly to change the angle, making them both groan when Blaine hit his prostate and Kurt clamped down on him hard.
Kurt’s body arched to meet each of Blaine’s thrusts, their ragged breathing mixed with sporadic, choked-off groans the only noise in the room.
Blaine moved one hand down to Kurt’s cock and began to stroke him in earnest, pumping in time with his thrusts, making Kurt moan loudly with the overstimulation.
“I-I’m-” Kurt breathed out, cutting himself off with a curse.
“Come, Kurt. Fuck, I want to see you come so… so bad.”
Kurt moaned again at that, scrunching his eyes shut.
“Look at me,” Blaine growled out, fingers holding tightly to Kurt’s thighs, sure his fingers will leave marks in the morning. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Kurt opened his eyes to look at Blaine moments before he came, mouth hanging open and letting out a broken growl before he threw his head back, neck and chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as his heart pounded in his chest.
Blaine stroked him through it, Kurt’s come splashing onto his hand and both of their stomachs, Kurt’s chest heaving with the effort to gain his breath.
Blaine picked up the pace, slamming hard into the other boy, all thoughts of being gentle flying out the window.
Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine’s hand, keeping eye contact as he brought it up to his mouth. He kissed the tip of Blaine finger gently before running his tongue down it and licking at the come there.
Blaine’s body lurched forward, moaning unabashedly as he watched his boyfriend lick and suck at his fingers and the crevices in between, licking away his own come off Blaine.
“Come for me, Blaine,” Kurt whispered, voice absolutely fucking wrecked and being just what Blaine needed to go over the edge.
He came long and harder, harder than he thought possible, literally feeling like he came his goddamned brains out with the way his mind was suddenly fuzzy and his thoughts muddled.
He attempted to catch his breath as he pulled out, tying up and throwing the condom over the side of the bed where he was pretty sure he dropped his pants earlier, too exhausted to really care about much else at the moment.
Blaine collapsed half on top of Kurt, breaths still coming out short and body shaking slightly from exertion.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders tightly, a hand coming up to tangle gently into his hair, the other tracing random patterns on his back with the tips of his fingers, pressing into his skin so gently Blaine wondered for a moment if maybe he was imagining it.
Blaine nuzzled into the curve of Kurt’s neck, resting on hand over his chest, his heart beating under Blaine’s fingertips.
If he tried hard enough, he was pretty sure he could get his heart to sync up and beat in time with Kurt’s.
He wanted to lie there forever. He wanted to stay in the quiet room for the rest of his life, wrapped around and senses filled so entirely with the boy underneath him that he wasn’t sure where he ended and where the other began. It didn’t matter, he didn’t need to know. He wanted to have this feeling of such utter contentment because of this boy for the rest of his life.
Kurt started moving his fingers in his hair, massaging his head slowly and making his eyelids get heavy.
The last thought he had before allowing himself to fall asleep was that he really would be happy with having this for forever.
**
When they woke up early the next morning, they both had the identical fear that the other would freak out. Instead, Kurt cuddled closer into Blaine and Blaine tightened his arm around Kurt’s waist, nuzzling his face into Kurt’s hair as they tangled their legs together under the sheet.
Kurt kissed his chest before picking his head up, his eyes sleepy but bright. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Blaine mumbled back, voice hoarse. He blinked his eyes a few times before looking closely at Kurt, seeing nothing but love and happiness shining in his gaze.
Blaine leaned forward and kissed him lightly, just a gentle press of lips, before stretching slightly. Kurt covered up a yawn before turning over and glancing at the clock, seeing it was just past eight am.
“We should get going soon, to go see your dad.”
“Mhm,” Kurt agreed, his arm and leg tightening over Blaine.
They laid there for a few more moments, whispering inconsequential things to each other and trading light kisses before going together to take a shower.
Everything was slowly and lazy, both boys not wanting to rush anything.
They took turns washing each other’s hair, Blaine running his fingers through the strands of Kurt’s brown hair and Kurt laughing lightly at the way Blaine’s curls clung to his face so differently from his own hair.
They got dressed together, Kurt actually grabbing one of Blaine’s gray pull-over shirts and tossing it on without a second thought.
Blaine always did love when Kurt wore his clothes.
They finished getting ready and ate a quick breakfast, working together seamlessly, as if they had been doing all of these mundane things together their entire lives.
Soon they pulling into the hospital parking lot and getting visitor’s passes for Burt’s room.
Finn was asleep in the corner, his body sprawled haphazardly over the small chair he was in and Carole was out, probably getting coffee.
“Morning, Dad,” Kurt said quietly, a small smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss his father’s cheek.
“Hey, kid,” Burt replied, squeezing his hand. “Morning, Blaine.”
Blaine nodded. “Good morning si-Burt.”
They sat around for a while, various nurses coming and going to check on Burt’s vitals before Blaine’s phone vibrated.
He left the room for a moment to talk and when he came back his face looked guilty. “Hey babe, sorry, but I gotta go home for a bit. My mom needs help with some things.”
Kurt nodded, already mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of pain he would soon be in.
“It’s okay, see you later, yeah?” It was a formality more than anything, both boys knowing very well that they would be seeing each other again in a few hours at the latest.
Blaine agreed, leaning down to kiss him quickly. “Love you,” he mumbled as he pulled away, smiling slightly before he realized he just said that in front of Kurt’s parents.
Kurt thought nothing of it, smiling in return. “Love you too,” he replied, looking at only Blaine.
It was only when the other boy was out the door did he turn to his parents, ready to face their questionings.
**
When Blaine got home he saw his mother surrounded by boxes. “I’m separating my things from your father’s from the few boxes we still haven’t unpacked. I wanted to make sure none of it was yours by mistake,” she explained.
Blaine nodded and sat on the ground next to her, helping to separate things.
It wasn’t until over an hour passed that he realized something. He wasn’t in pain.
At all.
Just to test it he pressed lightly against his temple. Nothing.
He furrowed his brow but continued working, his mind racing over the possibilities of why this was happening.
He and his mother finished about two hours later, with three large piles in front of them: one Blaine’s, one his mother’s, and one his father’s, “Otherwise known as trash if he doesn’t get it within the week.”
Blaine couldn’t stop himself from grinning at her.
“All right. You can go on back now to Kurt. I know spending just a few hours apart must be killing you by now.”
Blaine flushed but didn’t deny her words, a small smile forming on his lips.
“He’s really good for you, Blaine, don’t let him slip away,” she added quietly, reaching over to hug him to her side.
“I won’t,” Blaine promised, both him and herself. “I love him,” he told her, conviction in his voice.
“Well, obviously,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Anyone with eyes-actually, scratch that, I think even blind people can tell how in love you two are.”
It was now Blaine’s turn to roll his eyes, doing so before leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I’ll text you later.”
She nodded, telling him that she sent well wishes to Burt before he left again.
The entire ride back was spent wondering just why the hell his head didn’t feel like it was going to explode.
**
The moment he got back into the room Kurt grabbed his arm and pulled him right back outside, walking them into a deserted hallway before stopping.
“Were you in pain at all?” He asked, cutting to the chase.
Blaine blinked a few times before shaking his head slowly.
Kurt did the same, looking down at their shoes. “Yeah, me neither.”
“Why?” Blaine asked, knowing that neither of them knew, but still needing to ask.
As expected, Kurt shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you think maybe it’s a… I dunno, a fluke?”
Blaine shook his head, scrunching his face in confusion, “I don’t… I doubt it works that way, ya know? Maybe for whatever reason we had it, we don’t need it anymore?”
Kurt rolled Blaine’s words over in his head.
It made sense, he supposed.
Maybe the bond was meant to bring them together and now that they were, it was broken.
But… That meant that it would’ve been broken months ago, when they first started dating. Right?
Then what else could-
Kurt’s head shot up, eyes widening.
“What? What is it?”
“I love you.”
“I, um… love you too?” Blaine responded, confused as all hell.
Kurt shook his head. “No, our ‘I love you’s! What if that…what if that’s what broke the bond?”
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows again, “But… I told you that weeks ago, and-”
Again, Kurt shook his head. “You said it weeks ago. It took me until now to say it.”
They were quiet for a moment, both of them letting the information sink in. “So then…”
“Me both admitting that I loved you and allowing myself to be loved by you must have been the trigger.”
“So then… it’s gone? For good?”
Kurt shrugged. “I, uh, I guess so…” he answered quietly, again looking at the ground.
Blaine moved his hand forward and placed it under Kurt’s chin, tilting his head up. “Hey. This doesn’t change anything. Remember what I said last night? I don’t care if the bond is gone. At all. As far as I’m concerned, you and I are bonded forever already anyway.”
Kurt gave him a small smile before moving forward, Blaine’s arms coming up to hug him. “I love you, Kurt. And that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too, Blaine.”
**
That night, even though it wasn’t needed, Blaine slept with Kurt in his room (if they were honest, Blaine would probably continue to sleep with Kurt for as long as he could).
They exchanged goodnight kisses and I love you’s, curling closely to each other, tangling limbs and matching breathing patterns.
It was everything either of them had ever wanted.
When Kurt dreamed, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or a memory. He didn’t care either way.
“Mommy?”
Elizabeth looked down at her son, smiling gently. “Yes sweetie?”
“How did the knight know where to find the princess? Like… How did he know she even needed him?” He asked, fingering the edge of their well-worn storybook.
“Because they're soulmates, and soulmates can always find each other no matter what.”
“How?”
“Well... It’s like they're... connected, by some invisible string, a really tight bond that keeps them close so they can always be together. Because once you find your true love, you should always be with them and that way you can both be happy forever.”
Kurt smiled, closing the book and running his finger over the cover. “I hope I get that someday, Mommy.”
Elizabeth smiled again, smoothing over his hair before leaning down to kiss him softly on the forehead. “I know you will, Kurt.”
She stood and turned off the light, standing in her son’s doorway. “You’re going to find someone, sweetie. And when you do, you’re going to be loved forever.”
the end.
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He tried to get his thoughts in order before they arrived at the house.
First things first, Blaine loved him. That much he was pretty positive about.
Second, as… absolutely ridiculously crazy as it sounded, he was pretty sure Blaine was his soulmate. (And really, the more he thought of it, it didn’t seem all that ridiculous at all, seeing as how he couldn’t go more than ten yards away from the other boy without his body exploding in pain).
Speaking of that, the bond was the next thing on Kurt’s mind. He still had no utter idea how it started, only that it forced him and Blaine together. But Blaine… His feelings for Kurt were real. He knew that now. He accepted it.
Blaine Anderson loved him. And that was that. End of.
Before he could continue on that train of thought, Blaine was pulling the keys out of the ignition and opening his door. Kurt followed suit and walked up the path with Blaine, opening the door for them and sighing as he closed it.
“You okay?” Blaine asked quietly, the dim glow from the living room light that was still on casting shadows across his skin.
Kurt nodded. “Just thinking, is all.”
Blaine nodded as well before reaching over to grab Kurt’s hand in his, “Kurt, I, um… I wanna… Can we talk? Please?”
Kurt furrowed his brow but agreed, allowing Blaine to tug him along until they were in his bedroom, closing the door behind them out of habit.
Blaine spun to face him, grabbing his other hand as well, kissing the knuckles on Kurt’s left hand before holding them both close to his chest.
“Blaine?”
“Kurt, I just. I need to make this clear to you, okay? I have to… I have to make you understand.”
Kurt looked at him confusedly but nodded, urging Blaine to continue.
“Just... I don't care about anyone else, Kurt, I don't want anyone else. God, I want you. I want to be with you, for however long you’ll have me.”
Kurt could feel Blaine’s heart thundering from under his fingers still pressed tightly into Blaine’s chest. It made his own heart skip a beat.
He was about to speak but Blaine shook his head, not yet finished.
“And just… God, fuck whatever this...bond is between us, okay? It could disappear tomorrow and I won't fucking care because it's not what's making me love you. It may be what brought us together, Kurt, but it's not why I want to stay. Please. You need to believe me. Just… please.”
Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes and saw how scared he was, like he could absolutely destroy the other boy with just one word.
The blood was rushing to Kurt’s ears again but this time it didn’t matter.
Kurt already knew what to say.
He’d known what to say for a long time now, he was just afraid to admit it.
To himself and to Blaine.
But now he had to. He had to.
Keeping the words in any longer could very well kill him, he thought.
“I love you.”
The silence was immediate, even the sound of Blaine’s breathing disappearing, as if the whole world has frozen in time.
But then Blaine breathed out and blinked slowly, looking at Kurt as if he had never seen him before.
“You love me.” It wasn’t a question. It was barely even a statement, the way Blaine let the words out on a breath, the syllables no louder than the beating of Kurt’s heart.
Kurt swallowed loudly before nodding his head jerkily, his fingers subconsciously curling around the fabric of Blaine’s shirt.
“I love you,” Kurt repeated, affirming it, nodding a little for emphasis before speaking again, the words now tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them, “I love you and I’m… I’m so sorry Blaine. I’m sorry for running out and calling you a liar and just not accepting your feelings. I knew all along that I loved you, I just… I couldn’t admit it and I couldn’t admit that you did love me because it scared the hell out of me because love means giving someone the power to break you right? Or something like that. But I’m sorry, and I’m an idiot and god I just love you and-”
His frantic words were cut off by Blaine leaning forward and kissing him, effectively stopping his incessant rambling.
Kurt let out a shaky breath when they broke apart, opening his eyes slowly to stare into Blaine’s.
“I love you,” Kurt said again. Now that he got the words out, he was having trouble trying to keep them in.
Before he could think, Blaine was on him again, harder this time, backing him up against the door.
Kurt groaned when Blaine’s hands went to his waist, gripping him tightly, refusing to let go. He sucked Kurt’s lower lip into his mouth, massaging and nipping at it, tugging it lightly with his teeth.
Kurt’s hands wove themselves tightly into Blaine’s hair when Blaine’s tongue ghosted over the seam of his mouth, asking for entrance which Kurt quickly gave.
He pushed them both away from the door without breaking the kiss, making out almost violently, desperately, pressing into each other closerclosercloser, as they stumbled onto Kurt’s bed, Blaine on his back with Kurt following after him.
They had done things before, of course. They were both teenage boys who slept in the same bed together almost every single night for the past four months.
So to Kurt, this wasn’t exactly new.
What was new, however, were the feelings coursing through him. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear that his emotions were doubled, once for him, and once for Blaine.
Everything felt hotter, harder. He needed everything stronger, his body craving every press of Blaine’s skin to his. He may very well die if Blaine were to decide to pull away at any moment.
He also felt so full of love and desire that he thought he might implode because of it.
It was overwhelming.
It was amazing.
Blaine broke the kiss and flipped them over before he went to work on his neck, Kurt all but groaning at the sensations swirling through him with every move Blaine made. his head began to spin as he felt the brush of Blaine’s fingers against the buttons of his shirt, one by one pulling it open, his lips following his hands and kissing at the skin being revealed until he was at Kurt’s navel and then coming back up to capture his lips again.
It was much too much and not nearly enough.
Kurt discarded his shirt, haphazardly throwing it somewhere across his room moments before gripping the hem of Blaine’s shirt, the backs of his knuckles grazing the older boy’s skin lightly, causing him to gasp as Kurt pulled the shirt up and off of his body.
Somewhere along the line they managed to get their pants off too and it was when Blaine had his index fingers tucked into the waistband of Kurt’s briefs that they both pulled apart.
Kurt looked up into Blaine’s eyes, registering in the back of his mind that the swirls of greens and browns made up his new favorite color.
He felt one of Blaine’s hands slip away for a moment before it came up and brushed a few strands of hair away from his face, Blaine’s eyes staring just as intently into his.
They were having a silent conversation, something they did many times that annoyed their friends to no end. They didn’t know if it was because of the bond or not, but with Kurt and Blaine…they never really needed words. They could tell what the other was thinking with a glance.
But now Blaine was asking him something. Asking if this was okay, if he was ready. If they were ready.
Kurt nodded, keeping his eyes locked with Blaine’s, conveying through his gaze how much he wanted it and how much he wanted it with him.
Kurt saw the moment it dawned on Blaine just what it was Kurt was consenting to. He saw the way Blaine’s eyes widened minutely and the way his pupils grew, all but swallowing his irises.
Blaine licked his lips and nodded jerkily, leaning down to kiss him slowly before moving his hands back to where they were and pulling down Kurt’s briefs before pulling off his own.
Everything was slow, precise, gentle, Blaine’s touches like sparks to his system, leaving his heart jack-rabbiting in his chest.
Blaine kissed and licked every inch of him while his hand stroked his dick maddeningly slow, fingers loose and teasing around him.
“B-Blaine,” Kurt breathed out, chest heaving.
Blaine pulled his head away from a patch of a skin at Kurt’s hip, leaving what was bound to be a rather spectacular hickey, to look up at him.
Kurt noticed the glint in his eye, realized that he was getting off on the way he was slowly but surely breaking Kurt apart.
Kurt wanted to glare at him, wanted to return the favor and not make a real move until Blaine was begging but at that point he couldn’t. He was too far gone to speak coherently let alone to tease his boyfriend mercilessly.
“God-please,” Kurt groaned out, arching his back when Blaine tightened his fingers around him and pumped a few times, Blaine’s thumb rubbing at the bundle of nerves underneath the head.
Blaine pulled away suddenly and Kurt whimpered (yes, he whimpered, but his seriously hot boyfriend moved away without warning mid-handjob, sue him). He was about to reach down and finish the job himself when Blaine returned and batted his hand away.
Kurt huffed in frustration and looked down, seeing Blaine drop a condom on the bed and opening a bottle of lube Kurt kept in drawer and oh, now Blaine moving away made more sense.
Blaine dripped lube onto the fingers of his right hand, rubbing them together to warm it up before looking up at Kurt.
Kurt’s response was to simply widen his legs apart, self-consciousness having fled him ages ago and replaced with pure need.
Blaine slid his index finger into him slowly, groaning low in his throat when he pushed in all the way. He moved it in and out slowly before pulling back and pushing back in with two fingers, slower this time, watching Kurt’s face for any signs of discomfort.
Blaine scissored his fingers, stretching Kurt open as painlessly as he could. His middle finger brushed across that spot inside of him that had Kurt arching his back off the bed again and seeing stars. Blaine hit it a few more times until Kurt was all but thrashing on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead and his mouth hanging out a bit, sucking in as much oxygen as he could.
He added in a third finger and moved them quickly, both boys not being able to wait much longer. After a few strokes Kurt reached down to grab his hand and pull Blaine’s fingers out of him.
“Blaine, please, I-I’m ready. Just… god, I need you,” Kurt said quickly, breathlessly. Blaine noted that the blue of Kurt’s eyes were darker now, his gaze hooded.
Blaine had to force himself to not just come then and there.
With shaky fingers he tore open the condom and rolled it on, spreading lube over himself before moving to hover over Kurt, his body a hair’s breadth away from Kurt’s.
He had to check. He had to be absolutely sure that this is what Kurt wanted.
Kurt seemed to understand because he brought a hand up and traced down Blaine’s cheek and jaw gently, fingers ghosting over his skin before curling into the hair at the base of his neck and tugging him down gently.
Kurt kissed him slow, lovingly, kissed him like it was the most important thing in the world to be doing at that moment.
“I love you,” Kurt breathed against his lips and into the kiss. Blaine swore to himself in that moment that he would never get tired of hearing those words coming out of this boy’s mouth.
“I love you,” Blaine whispered back, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against Kurt’s, his eyes still closed.
He felt Kurt nod against him and he nodded back, tipping his head down to kiss him one more time before pulling his head up.
He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, staring into Kurt’s eyes. He paused at every wince and leaned down to kiss him at every sharp intake of breath, stilling once he was completely inside, giving Kurt time to adjust even though every atom in his body was screaming at him to move.
After waiting a few moments he pulled out slowly before pushing back in, Kurt gasping, breathing out shakily and nodding his head quickly, giving Blaine the go-ahead.
Blaine moved quicker after that, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in deeply, maneuvering Kurt’s hips up slightly to change the angle, making them both groan when Blaine hit his prostate and Kurt clamped down on him hard.
Kurt’s body arched to meet each of Blaine’s thrusts, their ragged breathing mixed with sporadic, choked-off groans the only noise in the room.
Blaine moved one hand down to Kurt’s cock and began to stroke him in earnest, pumping in time with his thrusts, making Kurt moan loudly with the overstimulation.
“I-I’m-” Kurt breathed out, cutting himself off with a curse.
“Come, Kurt. Fuck, I want to see you come so… so bad.”
Kurt moaned again at that, scrunching his eyes shut.
“Look at me,” Blaine growled out, fingers holding tightly to Kurt’s thighs, sure his fingers will leave marks in the morning. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Kurt opened his eyes to look at Blaine moments before he came, mouth hanging open and letting out a broken growl before he threw his head back, neck and chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as his heart pounded in his chest.
Blaine stroked him through it, Kurt’s come splashing onto his hand and both of their stomachs, Kurt’s chest heaving with the effort to gain his breath.
Blaine picked up the pace, slamming hard into the other boy, all thoughts of being gentle flying out the window.
Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine’s hand, keeping eye contact as he brought it up to his mouth. He kissed the tip of Blaine finger gently before running his tongue down it and licking at the come there.
Blaine’s body lurched forward, moaning unabashedly as he watched his boyfriend lick and suck at his fingers and the crevices in between, licking away his own come off Blaine.
“Come for me, Blaine,” Kurt whispered, voice absolutely fucking wrecked and being just what Blaine needed to go over the edge.
He came long and harder, harder than he thought possible, literally feeling like he came his goddamned brains out with the way his mind was suddenly fuzzy and his thoughts muddled.
He attempted to catch his breath as he pulled out, tying up and throwing the condom over the side of the bed where he was pretty sure he dropped his pants earlier, too exhausted to really care about much else at the moment.
Blaine collapsed half on top of Kurt, breaths still coming out short and body shaking slightly from exertion.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders tightly, a hand coming up to tangle gently into his hair, the other tracing random patterns on his back with the tips of his fingers, pressing into his skin so gently Blaine wondered for a moment if maybe he was imagining it.
Blaine nuzzled into the curve of Kurt’s neck, resting on hand over his chest, his heart beating under Blaine’s fingertips.
If he tried hard enough, he was pretty sure he could get his heart to sync up and beat in time with Kurt’s.
He wanted to lie there forever. He wanted to stay in the quiet room for the rest of his life, wrapped around and senses filled so entirely with the boy underneath him that he wasn’t sure where he ended and where the other began. It didn’t matter, he didn’t need to know. He wanted to have this feeling of such utter contentment because of this boy for the rest of his life.
Kurt started moving his fingers in his hair, massaging his head slowly and making his eyelids get heavy.
The last thought he had before allowing himself to fall asleep was that he really would be happy with having this for forever.
**
When they woke up early the next morning, they both had the identical fear that the other would freak out. Instead, Kurt cuddled closer into Blaine and Blaine tightened his arm around Kurt’s waist, nuzzling his face into Kurt’s hair as they tangled their legs together under the sheet.
Kurt kissed his chest before picking his head up, his eyes sleepy but bright. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Blaine mumbled back, voice hoarse. He blinked his eyes a few times before looking closely at Kurt, seeing nothing but love and happiness shining in his gaze.
Blaine leaned forward and kissed him lightly, just a gentle press of lips, before stretching slightly. Kurt covered up a yawn before turning over and glancing at the clock, seeing it was just past eight am.
“We should get going soon, to go see your dad.”
“Mhm,” Kurt agreed, his arm and leg tightening over Blaine.
They laid there for a few more moments, whispering inconsequential things to each other and trading light kisses before going together to take a shower.
Everything was slowly and lazy, both boys not wanting to rush anything.
They took turns washing each other’s hair, Blaine running his fingers through the strands of Kurt’s brown hair and Kurt laughing lightly at the way Blaine’s curls clung to his face so differently from his own hair.
They got dressed together, Kurt actually grabbing one of Blaine’s gray pull-over shirts and tossing it on without a second thought.
Blaine always did love when Kurt wore his clothes.
They finished getting ready and ate a quick breakfast, working together seamlessly, as if they had been doing all of these mundane things together their entire lives.
Soon they pulling into the hospital parking lot and getting visitor’s passes for Burt’s room.
Finn was asleep in the corner, his body sprawled haphazardly over the small chair he was in and Carole was out, probably getting coffee.
“Morning, Dad,” Kurt said quietly, a small smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss his father’s cheek.
“Hey, kid,” Burt replied, squeezing his hand. “Morning, Blaine.”
Blaine nodded. “Good morning si-Burt.”
They sat around for a while, various nurses coming and going to check on Burt’s vitals before Blaine’s phone vibrated.
He left the room for a moment to talk and when he came back his face looked guilty. “Hey babe, sorry, but I gotta go home for a bit. My mom needs help with some things.”
Kurt nodded, already mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of pain he would soon be in.
“It’s okay, see you later, yeah?” It was a formality more than anything, both boys knowing very well that they would be seeing each other again in a few hours at the latest.
Blaine agreed, leaning down to kiss him quickly. “Love you,” he mumbled as he pulled away, smiling slightly before he realized he just said that in front of Kurt’s parents.
Kurt thought nothing of it, smiling in return. “Love you too,” he replied, looking at only Blaine.
It was only when the other boy was out the door did he turn to his parents, ready to face their questionings.
**
When Blaine got home he saw his mother surrounded by boxes. “I’m separating my things from your father’s from the few boxes we still haven’t unpacked. I wanted to make sure none of it was yours by mistake,” she explained.
Blaine nodded and sat on the ground next to her, helping to separate things.
It wasn’t until over an hour passed that he realized something. He wasn’t in pain.
At all.
Just to test it he pressed lightly against his temple. Nothing.
He furrowed his brow but continued working, his mind racing over the possibilities of why this was happening.
He and his mother finished about two hours later, with three large piles in front of them: one Blaine’s, one his mother’s, and one his father’s, “Otherwise known as trash if he doesn’t get it within the week.”
Blaine couldn’t stop himself from grinning at her.
“All right. You can go on back now to Kurt. I know spending just a few hours apart must be killing you by now.”
Blaine flushed but didn’t deny her words, a small smile forming on his lips.
“He’s really good for you, Blaine, don’t let him slip away,” she added quietly, reaching over to hug him to her side.
“I won’t,” Blaine promised, both him and herself. “I love him,” he told her, conviction in his voice.
“Well, obviously,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Anyone with eyes-actually, scratch that, I think even blind people can tell how in love you two are.”
It was now Blaine’s turn to roll his eyes, doing so before leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I’ll text you later.”
She nodded, telling him that she sent well wishes to Burt before he left again.
The entire ride back was spent wondering just why the hell his head didn’t feel like it was going to explode.
**
The moment he got back into the room Kurt grabbed his arm and pulled him right back outside, walking them into a deserted hallway before stopping.
“Were you in pain at all?” He asked, cutting to the chase.
Blaine blinked a few times before shaking his head slowly.
Kurt did the same, looking down at their shoes. “Yeah, me neither.”
“Why?” Blaine asked, knowing that neither of them knew, but still needing to ask.
As expected, Kurt shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you think maybe it’s a… I dunno, a fluke?”
Blaine shook his head, scrunching his face in confusion, “I don’t… I doubt it works that way, ya know? Maybe for whatever reason we had it, we don’t need it anymore?”
Kurt rolled Blaine’s words over in his head.
It made sense, he supposed.
Maybe the bond was meant to bring them together and now that they were, it was broken.
But… That meant that it would’ve been broken months ago, when they first started dating. Right?
Then what else could-
Kurt’s head shot up, eyes widening.
“What? What is it?”
“I love you.”
“I, um… love you too?” Blaine responded, confused as all hell.
Kurt shook his head. “No, our ‘I love you’s! What if that…what if that’s what broke the bond?”
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows again, “But… I told you that weeks ago, and-”
Again, Kurt shook his head. “You said it weeks ago. It took me until now to say it.”
They were quiet for a moment, both of them letting the information sink in. “So then…”
“Me both admitting that I loved you and allowing myself to be loved by you must have been the trigger.”
“So then… it’s gone? For good?”
Kurt shrugged. “I, uh, I guess so…” he answered quietly, again looking at the ground.
Blaine moved his hand forward and placed it under Kurt’s chin, tilting his head up. “Hey. This doesn’t change anything. Remember what I said last night? I don’t care if the bond is gone. At all. As far as I’m concerned, you and I are bonded forever already anyway.”
Kurt gave him a small smile before moving forward, Blaine’s arms coming up to hug him. “I love you, Kurt. And that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too, Blaine.”
**
That night, even though it wasn’t needed, Blaine slept with Kurt in his room (if they were honest, Blaine would probably continue to sleep with Kurt for as long as he could).
They exchanged goodnight kisses and I love you’s, curling closely to each other, tangling limbs and matching breathing patterns.
It was everything either of them had ever wanted.
When Kurt dreamed, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or a memory. He didn’t care either way.
“Mommy?”
Elizabeth looked down at her son, smiling gently. “Yes sweetie?”
“How did the knight know where to find the princess? Like… How did he know she even needed him?” He asked, fingering the edge of their well-worn storybook.
“Because they're soulmates, and soulmates can always find each other no matter what.”
“How?”
“Well... It’s like they're... connected, by some invisible string, a really tight bond that keeps them close so they can always be together. Because once you find your true love, you should always be with them and that way you can both be happy forever.”
Kurt smiled, closing the book and running his finger over the cover. “I hope I get that someday, Mommy.”
Elizabeth smiled again, smoothing over his hair before leaning down to kiss him softly on the forehead. “I know you will, Kurt.”
She stood and turned off the light, standing in her son’s doorway. “You’re going to find someone, sweetie. And when you do, you’re going to be loved forever.”
the end.
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