kurt.

          A hint of smile crept up on the corners of Kurt’s mouth as his boyfriend’s lips finally met with his own. They had found themselves in this exact position many times before. Having shared many a sleepover ever since before they even first started dating, sharing a bed had really only become natural to them; their usual cuddling and make out sessions typically lasting beyond the hour before either one of them figured now would probably be as good a time as any to finally finish watching the end of the night’s TV episode or movie. This morning, however, any previous worries or concerns about being intimate suddenly seemed silly. Like a far distant memory, slowly but surely fading away in the background. Blaine, ever the gentleman and not once allowing him to feel insecure about any part of his body. Instead, making him feel loved, safe and right at home — exactly where he needed to be. 

          ❛ Just a couple of hours, ❜ Kurt mused, only partially teasing as he allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips; noses nuzzling, toes touching and silently planting another kiss on the outer corner of his boyfriend’s mouth as lips brushed gently against the freshly grown stubble on Blaine’s chin. Feeling positively radiant and cherishing every second as he reveled in their being together; unsure whether he could ever feel any more in love with another human being as he did, right then and there with Blaine. 

          ❛ I think your mom called something about coffee and croissants downstairs. ❜

      Blaine didn’t want to move a single inch.  Unless it was to get closer to Kurt.  Then he might be able to be bargained into inching forward.  Not away, though.  Not now.  There was too much distance between them, in his opinion.  No matter how minute it was.  He couldn’t look away from the eyes he was deeply lost in and drifting further and further into with every whisper and warm breath that touched his skin with them.  Not when their noses touched, not when he smiled brightly after the kiss and he was once again staring back into them.  Not when he slid his hand out from underneath the pillow and his fingertips began to trace slow the strip of pale skin along his boyfriend’s neck.  Stuck.  He was stuck being caught up in this closeness and hinging on every movement, every sound that Kurt made.  Blaine didn’t mind one bit.

Laughter.  Soft and sweet softened his already gentle gaze.  The idea that Kurt was laying here awake for just a couple of hours brought a light hint of pink to his cheeks.  “I hope I didn’t say anything weird then.  Even though the idea of you laying here all that time without waking me up makes you the weird one.”  Teasing him as he wiggled his toes against Kurt’s, Blaine gave up on staying put and allowed himself the only exception to his ‘not budging’ rule.  The bridge of his nose fit perfect against the slope of Kurt’s shoulder and throat.  One leg wrapped around a slender torso and his arms wrapped around him.  Even if he had to slide one underneath him to pull it off.  Last night, he became whole.  Their connection only grew stronger. Something he didn’t think was possible until he woke up feeling like this.  Fate won another round.

“I don’t care.  She can wait.  I want to be here.  Let’s pretend like we didn’t hear.”