( sms : blaine ) Auditorium. ( sms : blaine ) Or maybe it’s just choosing to be proactive. ( sms : blaine ) 😇
( mssg » kurt | sent) Don’t think I didn’t just now make up the flimsiest excuse I’ve ever used in my life to pardon myself from a group of people. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Oh, you are in so much trouble! ( mssg » kurt | sent)
( mssg » kurt | sent) Watching your reaction when what you read sink in was almost as fun as it’ll be when I get to show you what I meant by that. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Ha! Thought so! ( mssg » kurt | sent) Like you stood a chance.. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Hey. Wait! Where are you going? I was supposed to be the one who shot you that look before walking off. ( mssg » kurt | sent) You can’t say I win and you surrender only to do THAT. That’s cheating!
( sms : blaine ) I know. ( sms : blaine ) I guess it’s definitely been a while. Especially anywhere near Lima. ( sms : blaine ) You’ve got mail. 🤗 ( sms : blaine ) No flash mobs.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Good. I’m glad you do. That part will never change. Ever. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s hard to believe it’s been only since Christmas. Feels a lot longer than that. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you! I’ll give it a look! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) No flash mobs. I promise. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. Was that a veiled jab at me? Were you being facetious or making a request? You aren’t ever going to let me live that down. Are you?
❛ His name is Jacob. We are very much in love and exclusive. ❜ Wholly unfazed by this sudden change in the other teenager’s attitude, pale hands provided a lazy gesture of their own before crossing both arms in defiance, teeth sunken down into his lower lip and looking positively alarmed upon the other male’s prompt insistence on already leaving. He didn’t normally find much use for petty little lies. In fact, being so well attuned to Sue Sylvester’s masterful personality, Kurt typically muchpreferred to avoid them. And yet, in that moment, something inside him pulled him into the complete opposite direction. Like gravity to a car wreck just about waiting to happen.
❛ Shouldn’t you be waiting for your coffee order? ❜
“I’m sure Jacob is a great guy. Are you sure you should be talking to me so much then?” Blaine’s gaze drifted over Kurt’s shoulder towards the pit of vipers dressed in the red, white and black colors of McKinley he liked to associate himself with. He smirked as he leaned in close, scrunching his nose and cupping his hand against the corner of his mouth like he was shielding a very important secret away from their prying eyes and, no doubt, would-be eavesdropping ears if they were close enough. “Rumors might get started, you know? I think with your circle? They’d be out of control in no time.” A conspiratorial wink later, Blaine stepped back into his own bubble of space. Amusement twinkled in hazel eyes.
“I would be if I had the chance to give my order. Why? Was that a hint? Would you like one? Mister Non-Fat Mocha with the emphasis on the NON-FAT.” Now all he could do was wait for Kurt’s reaction to the offer, not realizing the depth of what he just implied with the question.
Blaine wasn’t sure how he got into Kurt’s car. Or how long it took them to get from Rachel’s house to Kurt’s. What he was sure of?? He had a good time along the way! The radio played and he sang along with his head against the doorframe letting the cool breeze wash over his face. Parachute, Train, he even hummed to a random song in between telling Kurt how amazing he was that he offered to take him home. And thanking him repeatedly. His firm nods backed up his conviction the he thought Kurt was a good person every time (4 and counting) that said so.
Sure, tomorrow might bring a world of pain from things that happened he couldn’t remember and others that he, certainly, would. Tonight? Nothing hurt. Not a single thing. Counting to twenty while walking a straight line would probably make his head explode but!!! Life was good. “Kurt! Are we? Wow. We are,” an uneven smile and sparkling hazel eyes stared in shock from Kurt who was standing outside the car with his door open and Kurt’s house. “That was..fast!”
Their journey inside was a stumbling mess of an arm slung around Kurt’s shoulders, Blaine grasping every other step up at the staircase railing and trying to be as quiet as possible as they climbed it and Kurt escorted him down the hall. Surprisingly, he managed it. Except for tiny gasps when he thought he might lose his footing. Or a giggle the one time he did when they were in the safety of Kurt’s bedroom behind his closed door.
“Is this your room,” asked Captain Oblivious as fingertips swatted for nearest thing to grab onto for balance. They landed on Kurt’s closet
doorknob
and Blaine held it in a vice grip, shoulder on the door trying to act way more sober than he really was. Pouting in thought, he rubbed the back. “I like it. It’s very you. Kurt? Can I ask you something?” Oh boy. Here we go.
( sms : my fiancé )And potentially equally as embarrassing. ( sms : my fiancé ) 😶😫 ( sms : my fiancé ) Didn’t I literally just give you an ultimatum? ( sms : my fiancé ) I am not beyond raising the stakes.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Technically, yes. As far as the meaning of ultimatum goes? You, definitely, gave me one. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) With that in mind! The issue with ultimatums is: the ultimatum-ee has to outweigh the benefits of heeding the ultimatum or ignoring it. Figure out which of the two is better. Then decide what to do. 🤔 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Raising the stakes? Oooh?? I’m curious to hear what you have in mind. It may make this decision so much easier.
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 1: a shy kiss)
Why was he doing this? What possessed him to think what he was marching towards Kurt to do was on the same PLANET as okay? Did someone spike his coffee? No. Did he fall and hit his head at Warbler practice? No. He must’ve lost his mind. That had to be the reason why he followed Kurt out when he left his pack of hyenas and seemed to be leaving to go home. Blaine clenched the stem of the rose he bought from the woman selling them
(he never dug his wallet out as fast as the second he saw her)
outside the Lima Bean so tight, his fingers should be thankful that the thorns were already trimmed off.
By the time he caught up to him, his stomach was twisted up so tight it felt hot. His heart beat like hummingbird wings inside his chest. Hazel eyes were round, blinking owlishly when he gently tapped Kurt’s shoulder and said his name at the same time to get his attention without startling the Cheerio. Here came the proverbial cat to steal his tongue right as the other turned with the look Blaine was pretty sure was reserved only for him. Somewhere between irritation and indifference. Asking him for the time crossed his mind in a flash of doubt that it might be best to back off. Look stupid that he didn’t know he could look at his phone and not have bothered someone who hated him as much as Kurt seemed to.
Gravity betrayed him, though. Cause the poles shifted, turned themselves in the direction that had his arm lifting and that perfectly shaped rose (red, why’d he pick red?) was held out towards Kurt. Blaine watched it come up like he was having an out of body experience. One that didn’t end as he stepped closer. Before Kurt’s quicksilver tongue could cut him down, their lips met for the first time. Could be the last time, too. At least he could stop wondering what that might feel like at all hours of the day and night regardless of the outcome. He knew.
The tip of his navy blue boat shoe tapped against the leg of a wrought iron bench framed by two bright red rose bushes carefully tended to so that the buds just now beginning to coil up through leaves of green were so vibrant they almost matched the crimson color of his chinos. Their delicate smell made Blaine smile. Fresh cut grass, earth and roses was so much better than burnt wood, ash, a knot in his throat and tears in his eyes. Coming home for this occasion? As bittersweet as it was? God, he was glad they did.
Standing in the garden that alumni like himself and his former Warbler brothers built in honor of the school that was as part of them and as essential to what made them who they were as their veins, blood and bones did–Blaine let his hazel gaze wander over the paths with their trellises, gazebos and fountains. The scene was beautiful, serene. Like a monument to the memories and lives they made and changed as years went by. So much of himself started here. His coming into who he was, meeting people who believed in him in ways no one ever had before, where he met Kurt and his future began to cement it’s foundation without him even realizing it.
Blaine loved Dalton, what it represented not just to him but his friends who all had their own stories to tell about how the school changed their lives. Even began new ones. Their daughter wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a winding staircase and a boy doing his best to blend and not pulling it off one bit. His heart began to soar when his gaze fixed itself on the starkly contrasting pieces of heavy machinery on the very edge of the lawn he’d been wandering down, hands in his pockets and feet carrying him perfectly through imaginary halls even if he had to jump a bush or two to stay on course.
The garden would soon be gone but pieces of it would last. It didn’t matter… Dalton was coming back.
Standing precisely on the spot he knew deep down (because he’d never forget an inch of the halls he cherished) was where he wanted to be, Blaine felt the warm press of a palm against the back of his hand.
“The next time we come back here.. I wonder what it’ll look like. Breaking ground in two days. Trent’s designing it. How weird is that?”
His husband’s shadow blocked out the sun only a enough to catch his attention further. Kurt’s eyes were reddened (so were his) but their smiles were ear to ear. “This is where we—-. You wouldn’t believe how long I stood in the hallway telling myself I could do it..,” he confessed while nodding towards the hallway that existed only in their mind’s eye.
“I love you.” The kiss was real. His hand pulled free and wrapped both arms around Kurt’s shoulders, heels lifting so he could press their lips together. Buildings could burn, gardens would bloom and wither and new walls could come out of the ground and crumble all over again. What wouldn’t change? Was them and what they had after it began RIGHT HERE.
( sms : blaine ) You are still pretty much my best friend. ( sms : blaine ) Great. I’ll be on the lookout for a sign with my name on it. ( sms : blaine ) I should probably forward you our schedule.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thanks.. You’re mine too, you know? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You’re underestimating me if you think a simple sign is going to suffice. Not after this long since seeing you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That’s a good idea. I don’t want to interrupt any of your plans. Just let me know when I can steal some of your time? That’s all I could ask for.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey, Kurt? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you for this.
Glasz hues danced with amusement before Kurt let out another muffled laugh, bodies inched significantly closer and hands left to roam freely underneath the covers as he continued to take in each and every inch of his boyfriend’s still sleepy ( yet unsurprisingly adorable ) post-coital existence. There was something different about him. A renewed level of ease, oozing confidence. His face positively radiant — full of bliss now that they had officially reached that next step in their relationship. ❛ Shouldn’t you be running lines with Rachel? ❜ The corners of Kurt’s mouth tugged up mischievously as cold fingers traced the back of his boyfriend’s bare shoulder, fairly positive running lines with Rachel Berry was sure to be the farthest thing from her Tony’s mind despite it already being the second day of their McKinley wide musical performance. The same fingers that had dug at that exact same spot and caused Blaine to utter sounds unlike anything Kurt had ever experienced from anyone before; part of him wondering when would be considered too soon to request a do-over as Blaine didn’t seem to think twice about bringing their proximity even closer.
❛ Blame living under the same roof as one Burt Hummel, ❜ he quietly mouthed, an apologetic smile quick to take over the taller male’s features as his expression softened. Much as Kurt had willed his body to go back to sleep and wake up at the appropriate hour, growing up the sole caretaker within a two man household for almost a decade waking up before the usual 7am alarm had simply become a part of the usual Hummel weekend routine. Especially with a dad who typically preferred your stereotypical not-at-all healthy or nutritious bacon and eggs for breakfast.
❛ Nothing noteworthy, I promise. ❜
There was no possible way that Blaine’s eyes could fill with any more stars than the galaxies of happiness already in them. The invisible hearts floating around his head were, no doubt, a blur of pink and red the size of a flock of birds going South for the winter. A look nothing less than completely absorbed in every tiny detail of Kurt’s face made the dancing shades of hazel and gold go owlishly round and he hinged on every passing second where the reality of last night rushed back sending ripples of chills and ribbons of warmth tangling through his limbs right after. Kurt barely had to do a thing to make it all happen over and over. Even something as small as a blink or the way his lips curled when he smiled. The touch that lingered over his shoulder where it was still sensitive and he swore a ghost of Kurt’s sigh, sweet and overwhelming, from their night together danced over the shell of his ear. He was smitten before. But now? Blaine Anderson was simply just..SUNK. And made no effort or foresaw any real need in the future to try to get back to the surface either.
“Rachel can wait. I’m sure she’ll understand. Nothing noteworthy? Good..” Blaine whispered as long fingers came up to trace the line of Kurt’s cheekbone before feathering a graze of fingertips through his hair so he could cup the back of his head and pull him in for another kiss. The way Kurt looked at him made it impossible not to give into the urge. Not that Blaine was complaining about the need that pooled in his belly anyway. Their lips touched. Soft and tender with a hum and a smile Kurt could feel against his lips before every word that followed was spoken against them. “Kurt? I swear I’m always going to love you as much as I do right this second. Never any less and only impossibly more. If that’s even somehow possible.”
A sheepish, cheeky grin puffed up his cheeks and wrinkled his eyes at their corners. “Not sure if it is but I guess we all need goals, right?”
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