Meet Me Halfway (Klaine, PG)
Title: Meet Me Halfway
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1200
Warnings: Allusions to sex, naked cuddling.
Spoilers: Events up to and including 3.17
Summary: Mandatory post-ep reaction fic. Kurt and Blaine find some reasons. And some solutions
"This is just as much my fault as yours," Kurt murmurs into Blaine's chest, his lips brushing sweaty skin. Now that they've started talking (and why did they ever, ever think it was a good idea to avoid it?) they haven't stopped.
"You don't need to apologize again, Kurt," Blaine hums back, tightening his hold just that little bit more. It almost hurts, but Kurt's thankful for the pressure that keeps him focused, keeps him from slipping back into his post-orgasm haze where everything is awesome and nothing is impossible, because right now everything is better but they're still a few Conversations away from awesome.
Kurt just settles into it, lets Blaine hold him however he wants, because while he's usually happy with any kind of contact, Blaine tends to be more particular, especially when he's emotional. Sometimes he wants to hold Kurt, others he practically burrows into Kurt's arms. Kurt thought it would be the latter today, Blaine needing to be taken care of, reassured, but Blaine had surprised him when they got to his house, pressed him into the mattress, pressed into his body. Now Blaine's on his back, limbs wrapped around Kurt and it could feel like a cage but it's more like a cocoon. Kurt knows how badly Blaine needs to be enough; good enough, strong enough. And after the past week (month, if he's honest) Kurt really sees, for the first time, how much he's been adding to those fears. So right now Blaine can hold him as tightly as he wants.
"No," he says finally. "I don't mean just - Chandler," Kurt says quietly. They can't be afraid to say his name, they've decided; Sebastian was "him" or "that jackass" or "future subject of an episode of 'To Catch a Predator'" for too long and it gave him too much power, like a boogeyman hiding under the bed, so Chandler will be spoken of like the non-frightening, non-threat he is. "Everything, for the past month. I knew something was wrong. You pulled away, but I let you."
"Let me?" Blaine scoffs a little, makes a small, outraged noise in the back of his throat, and Kurt pinches his hip where his arm is slung around his waist before he turns his head, resting his chin over Blaine's heart and looking up the slope of his nose to his finally sparkling eyes.
"Blaine Anderson, when have you EVER been able to avoid telling me what's wrong?" Kurt asks, raising an eyebrow before he frowns, his body tensing with residual guilt. "When I actually ask."
"None of that," Blaine smiles a little, running his hand in broad strokes over Kurt's spine until he relaxes again. "We're ok."
"I just..." Kurt trails off. "I think I was doing the same thing you were. Because next year when you're upset I'm not going to be able to sit you down and force you to talk, or come to you when I'm stressed and ask you to hold me, and that thought is killing me." On cue, Blaine tightens his grip, and Kurt returns the favor as he moves to lay his cheek against Blaine's chest again, not sure he can say the next part if he's looking into those eyes.
"You're not the only one who's pissed about being alone," Kurt says after a few moments, and he feels Blaine's breath hitch. "This is not saying you have it easier by any means, but at least you're going to have Tina and Artie and your family. Well, my family," he corrects when Blaine snorts at the mention of his parents. "I'm going to have Rachel and Finn and that's it. I'm going to be 600 miles from everything I love and my sanity will rely on Rachel Berry, who is going to be back in competition mode." He lifts his head to look at Blaine, sees his horror mirrored on Blaine's face as they both start laughing. He wiggles a little, frees his legs from Blaine's as he shifts up until he can share the pillow and brush their noses together, carding his fingers through Blaine's hair to break up the remnants of the gel until their breathing evens out.
"I think that was a lot of it with Chandler," he says finally, and he's so, so grateful when Blaine doesn't tense under his hands at the name, because he still can't even think Sebastian's name without feeling sick. But Blaine's always been better than him in that respect, better at accepting and forgiving and forgetting, and he just quirks an eyebrow and waits patiently for Kurt to gather his thoughts. "It took - it took so long for me to make friends at McKinley, it only happened at all because we all got shoved together in glee, and--" he stops, grimacing at how his voice breaks and his eyes well up. "He would practically double the number of people already on my side in New York. I know I'm hard to like and--"
"Stop," Blaine says before tilting his chin enough to press their lips together briefly. "I get it. But you don't realize how in demand you're going to be. Everyone's going to love you, Kurt. They're all going to see what we see. Hopefully not everything I see," he grins, pointedly trailing his eyes down Kurt's body, but Kurt can hear that edge of worry again.
"Doesn't matter what they see," Kurt shrugs. "I only see you. I'll only see you. I'll only see you on Skype, but still." He buries his face in Blaine's neck, then, mutters into his skin, "I know driving ten hours both ways isn't practical every weekend, but god I'm going to miss you."
"Ten hours isn't practical," Blaine agrees, shifting until his lips are pressed right below Kurt's ear so he can whisper the next part. "Five isn't so bad though." Kurt pulls back again, shoots Blaine a wary glance that only gets more confused as Blaine grins.
"Did you know that Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania is almost exactly halfway between Lima and New York?" he asks, his smile getting wider in the way it does when he's overly pleased with himself. "And that Donna, the lovely woman who owns the Jackson Run bed and breakfast has a 14 year old nephew who just came out? And that she hopes he can have what we have someday?"
"Blaine..." Kurt starts, but Blaine is smiling even wider, propping himself up on one arm to look down at Kurt. "What did you do?"
"We might have a standing reservation at a drastically reduced rate," Blaine says. "Second weekend of every month. Birdhouse Room. Meet me there?"
"I love you," Kurt breathes, pulling Blaine down to kiss him until they're both breathless again, keeps pulling until Blaine is settled back on top of him.
"I mean, other than the groundhog it really doesn't have much, but..." Blaine starts, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that Kurt kisses away.
"It'll have you. That's all I need."