A dead bird, gone much too soon. Providing him with a proper sendoff had really only come natural to him. The eery resemblance and instant reminder of his late mother’s funeral almost too close to comfort as he had spent his entire free afternoon decorating an old box of trinkets for the small creature. It was probably silly to get this emotional over the passing of a bird, but even if it was, Kurt had needed the closure. That little bird had represented everything Dalton stood for — someone he’d known ever since making the transfer to Dalton and a near always constant in his budding career as a Dalton Academy Warbler; The Beatles’ Blackbird a song only fitting and allowing him to mourn in the only way he knew how.
Never once had he imagined he would soon be full on making out with one Blaine Anderson in the midst of hot glue and glitter — heart fluttering wildly in his chest and hands grasping at foreign and unruly gelled curls as their mouths clashed together in unison. Every possible sense in him heightened and the initial taste of boy and Blaine soon enough leaving him to grasp for air as Kurt allowed himself to get lost in the other Warbler’s close embrace. A moment he had longed for and sought after for so long, his body had begun to ache and feel numb at the thought of it not being in the cards and just never happening. It felt exhilarating. The mere sensation of Blaine’s tongue tracing the contour of his lips enough to get his head spinning. A renewed sense of dizziness as need seeped deep into his bones, more than eager to comply and get it all out of his system.
❛ I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. ❜ The words sounded rushed, light as air. Hopeful. Any other sentence that might have followed silenced and replaced by haste, muffled kisses as Blaine’s mouth continued to move seamlessly against his own.
Blaine felt like he’d tumbled head over heels off the ledge of his cliff. Spinning out of control, dizzy inside his belly in the strangest sort of delight he’d ever known when all there should be was panic as the ground kept rising higher and higher. Surely, there was a risk of crashing and shattering every bone inside his body should Kurt stare at him like he’d rather run for the hills than have Blaine kiss him again. Blaine knew his story inside out now. God, the nerve it took to believe in this and them and chances. All of it was worth every scary step plastered over with a jittery confidence he’d taken to get to this point. Because Kurt caught him. With a palm against his cheek and a pale thumb grazing his ear, Blaine felt them both start to soar when he rose up for another deeper, more eager and self-assured Round Two.
Kurt’s forehead was warm and his skin was unbelievably soft as Blaine rested his against it. This was the beginning of something. Sure, they already had one. On the staircase when Kurt first grabbed his attention. Or maybe it was when they sat and talked over coffee after Kurt insisted upon changing out of his not so convincing and now extremely embarrassing “spy” outfit. Thinking about it now? They sort of had about four beginnings since Blaine first laid eyes on the boy in front of him. It was like the universe was trying to kick some common sense into him to do it right and realize each time what he realized at last. Kurt was his and he was Kurt’s and sure this might’ve been only a kiss but it was not just the beginning of something. It was the beginning of them.
“I’m only sorry I kept you waiting for so long. Thank you for not giving up,” he whispered just a breath away from Kurt’s lips after coming up for air. Who knew falling could feel so good?
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