7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME
(roll 2, long kiss)

Two drinks in and Blaine’s brain was already full of fuzz when someone at the bar thought it’d be hilarious to start a round of 7 Minutes In Heaven for the sparse crowd that was there on a Thursday.  They all had nothing else better to do in town but belly up at Scandals and hope to drown out the boredom, get lucky, or be in a crowd where company, even if it was the drunken kind, was better than being alone.  Blaine fell somewhere close to the being in a crowd was better than being alone category.  Since, well, breaking up with Dave and subsequently seeing Kurt walking away with a man who made fun of the bowtie he’d proposed to Kurt wearing and, essentially, leaving him once again–alone.

He was just un-sober enough to figure why not as the tip bucket was passed around with pieces of napkin and paper with random mostly stranger’s names sloppily handwritten on them folded up inside. Hey, who knew?  Maybe it’d, finally, someone else’s mouth might get the taste of Kurt’s lips out of his where it’s sat for nearly a week coming back to haunt him.  Two seconds later, the masochistic part of his brain that never seemed to shut up lately had him regretting the idea.  But it was too late and he had another whiskey sour in his hand, oblivious, to the fact that the person he’d come here to forget about was even in the building.  Or how long he’d been watching.  

“Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel,” the bartender yelled with an echo of cheers and howling.

Blaine’s mouth was hanging open when he jerked his head in the direction of the bartender who was already pouring someone else another drink.  Hazel eyes were practically screamingyou’ve got to be kidding me!  But the pale hand gripping the side of his arm and tugging his attention to the face close enough to his that now once he was tuned in, he could feel the warm caress of Kurt’s breath on his cheek said otherwise.  “Kurt?  How?  I didn’t see you..”

“This is such a bad idea,” he mumbled as the door closed and the music faded to a muffled thud, thud, thud.  All he could see was the outline of Kurt’s beautiful features and those bright, bright blue green eyes.  Thud, thud, thud.  No, that wasn’t the music.  That was his heart hammering against his chest.  Time stopped.  He had no idea what happened in the next few seconds. What Kurt said or did or, hell, could’ve been fate doing him a favor by shifting Kurt’s magnetic poles back into alignment with his like they’d always been before..  Whatever it was?  Blaine didn’t care.

Because the moment his shaking fingers were made steady by pressing themselves against the curve of Kurt’s collarbone would’ve been worth the potential disaster coming when he ignored every alarm, every flashback of nights spent in tears.  How he didn’t know if he could do it again. That every time he told himself he’d be more guarded, one look from Kurt and the walls came tumbling down.  Just like now.  When their mouths met with the softness of an Hello, I’ve missed you they’d ached for but were only given a taste of outside Rachel’s.  Hello, I’ve missed you, too. Come closer..  His heels lifted off the floor and he pulled Kurt downwards, tilted his head, breathed him in and parted their lips with a sigh.  So much for shielding against the inevitable.