text — blaine ; Noted. 😇 text — blaine ; It’s certainly a nice and welcoming change from your typical high school make out session behind the bleachers. text — blaine ; And definitely a lot more exciting compared to inside the bedroom. text — blaine ; Even though that’s definitely, too, still very much on the table. text — blaine ; Just maybe not so much as an extracurricular. text — blaine ; I should probably stop texting.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you for clearing that up. I was already trying to pull together a list of not so boring places for impromptu makeout sessions in my head if those aren’t your forte. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh and..! I thought you liked my bedroom! That went through my head too. But now that that’s settled? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yes. We should probably stop texting and start finding ways to bid these guys adieu. Who should make the “we forgot we have a duet that we should work on” pitch? You or me?
text — blaine ; I’m glad we’re on the same page. 😘 text — blaine ; I totally would have asked you face to face but… I kind of figured at least one other person would somehow be listening in on our conversation. text — blaine ; Kind of makes it more fun if it’s a secret.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I don’t think there’s ever going to be a day where I won’t be on the same page with you as far as that’s concerned. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I like keeping it secret. Besides. If they figure out our spot? Then there might be an awkward time where we end up walking in on something I’d rather not have to try to forget. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Let’s go. I really want to kiss you until we’re both dizzy. Right. Now.
text — blaine ; How much would it kill you if I requested to reschedule today’s vigorous make out session? text — blaine ; You looked so… cute singing that song back in the choir room it kind of makes me want to get all kinds of frisky in the auditorium.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It depends on what kind of reschedule we’re talking about.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh?? Oh!! Okay! All kinds of frisky in the auditorium, huh? I happen to love Frisky Kurt. That sort of time bump is definitely not remotely in the ‘kill me’ category. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Consider that a million times yes, Mister Hummel. Shall we?
Lips permanently curved and a severe sense of pride rapidly welling up inside of him, a small chuckle escaped the older male’s lips as he finally made himself comfortable; occasionally casting a glance toward his adoring husband before blue green eyes once again settled on their small bundle of joy now lying sound asleep on the bed next to them. She was perfect. The name Hepburn often discussed during their late night post-Broadway stage babyname debates yet somehow even more perfect now that she was officially the one to answer to it. A sight of which Kurt was positive he’d never find himself grow tired of; any earlier marital squabbles beyond forgotten and inching significantly closer to Blaine as he finally nuzzled their noses together.
“Happy anniversary, daddy,” lips teased, going in for a haste, gentle kiss and features positively radiant after shooting a brief and subtle glance towards the alarm clock sitting on their nightstand as it indicated having just turned midnight. No matter how many anniversaries they had shared together in the past, their first with less-than-a-day-old little Hepburn was no doubt bound to be one even more special.
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the top of a tiny head covered in so many dark, spiky will-someday-be-crazy-out-of-control little curls. His thumb traced back and forth across velvet skin and he had no shame in the tears in his eyes as he tucked his head down to smell his new favorite scent. The ghost of Kurt’s cologne lingering on his skin, meticulously picked baby detergent, powder and someone brand new laying between him and his husband. THEIR someone brand new. If there was ever a moment where he’d looked at Kurt throughout their years together and thought ‘I couldn’t ever possibly love someone more’, he meant it every time but had no idea how wrong he was. Because right here? Right now? Between the two of them? Blaine’s heart was filled to the brim and bursting with absolutely the most love he’s ever known and will ever discover. How did something like this feel? Wonderful? Overwhelming? No, not any of those. There were no words. Not really. Whole. Whole was as close as he got.
His family. His future. His life and soul. All here within arm’s reach and they were fathers together. “Happy Anniversary, daddy,” he repeated back with just a little taunt in return. Kurt’s quick and gentle kiss was returned with one that lingered and curved into a bright smile against his mouth. Blaine couldn’t seem to lose the way it stretched from ear to ear. “I love you so much, Kurt. Look at her. She’s ours. She’s perfect. Our daughter. Can you believe it?”
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think you already know the answer. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) 😘
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Soooo.. The answer is.. Yes to snuggling with your completely normal even though he’s named and that is beyond cute hug substitute? But I’m not allowed to say anything and I have to hide him before someone else gets home? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Not that I’m snuggling! It’s just good to know..for the sole purpose of the whole possibly more idea. I don’t want to risk my chances…
😶
kurt.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Let me break it down for you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) One lifetime of canoodling with a pillow and not your fiancé, or a lifetime canoodling and possibly some other stuff with your actual fiancé.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Uh oh. I feel like I’m about to be in trouble.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I was right. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You drive a pretty hard bargain, Kurt Hummel. I guess I’ll pick the latter. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Does that mean I have to put him back in his creepy box AND not say anything? Or can I keep him out until you’re home? I just want to be clear on the stipulations before I ruin my chances of having the ‘canoodling and possibly some other stuff’.
Hands resting underneath his pillow and quietly listening in on the sound of Blaine’s gentle breaths, piercing blue eyes couldn’t help but stare at the sight of his naked boyfriend still soundly asleep beside him; the previous night’s events playing over and over in the back of his mind and lips curled up into an all too adoring smile as he lay, comfortably awake on his side of the bed and with not one ounce of regret about leaping headfirst into previously banned territory. Opening night had turned out to be even better than either of them could have anticipated. The decision to go to Blaine’s house, while admittedly bold and definitely something far beyond his comfort zone at the time, providing the perfect ending to a successful first glee club performance and all things Scandals and Sebastian forgotten as they had spent their first of hopefully many more together.
“Good morning,” he uttered, breaking the silence in an almost whisper; butterflies causing a significant uproar deeply within his chest as hazel eyes finally stared back at him.
Even as they slept, Blaine seemed to seek out the warmth of Kurt’s body. Bare toes touched the edge of a slender calf. More than once his knee snuck over to connect with Kurt’s. Though most of the night his arms wouldn’t rest until one or both were pulling his boyfriend close enough that he could press his cheek to bare skin and be lulled in and out of dreams with the rise and fall of Kurt’s chest. It wasn’t until morning seeped in through the windows and caused the pale boy beside him to stir that Blaine finally separated from him and continued to drift in slumber unaware of being watched now that Kurt was awake. Curls long fallen from last nights activities stuck to his forehead, eyelashes fluttered. The weight of Kurt’s stare called to him in dreams–Blaine woke up face to face, eye to eye with the most beautiful sight he ever saw. Kurt. His Kurt and a myriad of blue green greeting him. All at once last night came rushing back, his chest grew warm and his smile was utterly blissful when he took hold of Kurt’s forearm and settled in close enough that their foreheads touched.
“Good morning,” Blaine whispered back and his leg tangled between both of Kurt’s. “Did you sleep okay? How long have you been up?” Voice hushed in tone, groggy with sleep but so so so content.
❝ Isabelle Wright’s office— Please wait while I transfer you.” Answering the phone connected to his headset almost felt like an out of body experience. His mind stuck on some kind of strange autopilot while his heart continued to crumble deep inside his chest— still beating; still functioning and pumping blood out into his veins and yet, somehow, no longer whole in its existence.
Of course Blaine still wanted to see him before he left. Leaving the loft the way that he did, out of the door before 7am and not once uttering a single sound as he had gotten dressed on the bed right next to the guy in question, he probably shouldn’t have expected his former boyfriend’s reaction to be much different; his thoughts all-consumed and swallowing thickly as he reread the notifications up on his phone before he finally (and after quite a few long hard minutes of empty staring) found the courage to once again open up their private conversation.
Home was no longer a person.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I can’t.
Standing face to face with the man he had once loved, with who had he shared and overcome so many memories, who had encouraged to him to go to New York and begin to make a life for himself a year ahead of him, who he had promised to never say goodbye; who had knowingly betrayed his trust and made it seem as though as it meant nothing, Kurt simply didn’t think he could bear it.
This… was just something he was going to have to learn to live with; teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he watched, with intent eyes, as the message rapidly marked ‘delivered’; the lump in his throat unyielding as he waited, anxious for whichever reply would come next as he fought back the tears he so desperately wanted to remain hidden inside of him.
Time felt so slow now. Impossibly slow. An hourglass filled with sand that every tiny particle was an eternity that passed by agonizingly slow seemed to fill to the brim with how long he waited for the reply to come. His anxiety turned the ache into an excruciating torture. Blaine knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be packing. Whether or not he heard back, he knew it wasn’t going to be a situation he could fix automatically in one night.
Kurt would still need his space, still want him GONE but he couldn’t bring himself to start. What if he got a message that Kurt would come back? What if, by some miracle, he’d get to stay one more night so they could talk and he could leave in the morning? What kind of a moron lets himself believe something so childish and greedy and foolish? Him. He did. Sort of but a sliver of hope was better than none at all.
A notion proven as idiotic as it sounded in his head when he received only two words back. I can’t. Blaine’s hope gave out and so did his spine. Slouched over and letting his arms sag between his knees, hazel eyes red and brimming with tears finally blinked and let them fall. Hope wasn’t something he deserved but he so so wanted it.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m s o sorry. I lvoe you. I’ll be ggone as soon as i can.
He pressed send with trembling fingers, eyes practically blind with tears as hope died out and he stood up barely computing what to do next. His things. He needed to get his things together but all he could do was stare at Kurt’s pillow and wonder if that was the last time he’d ever be close to him in any way. Fingertips reached out, tracing over the fabric before he picked it up and took in the smell of Kurt’s hair and skin and shampoo.
It was silly to make the bed but that’s what he started to do, letting the phone fall on the comforter as he sat the pillow down and smoothed it out. Then did the same to his the other one. This was it, it was over. He wouldn’t be welcome here again. He lost his home. It was burned to the ground, actually. And he was the one who threw the match. Heartbroken, there was no one else to blame other than himself.
❝ I love you, too.” the taller man breathed, smiling fondly as Blaine settled down on the chair next to him. Uttering those three little words, true as they were and as much as they meant, had become a daily ritual for them. Three words of support and reassurance sent via a simple text message, spoken out loud on their late night video chats or to end their long distance phone calls. Saying it in person, finally, and without once again any distance between them– It really couldn’t help but feel like the beginning of senior year all over again; butterflies swirling around in his stomach and his heart filled with nothing but content as they shared one of hopefully many breakfasts at the loft together.
“They do look especially scrumptious.” His eyes closed at Blaine’s slightest touch before he allowed his insides to fill up with coffee. “I could show you where to get the best coffee and cronuts,” Kurt suggested, his mind soon enough racing with endless possibilities and options of things his newly graduated fiancé might just find especially enjoyable. “It’s sure been a while since I last took the more scenic routes through the greater parts of Manhattan.” Taking the subway was the Big Apple’s way of moving around after all, and as much as he could appreciate New York’s wildly renown urban exterior, hopping between various trains and stations usually tended to a lot faster in terms of viable transportation. Especially when you so happened to be on your way to an important class or audition.
“You are going to love Chelsea and the East Village.”
Hearing ‘I love you’ created the same butterfly wings beating against the walls of his stomach feeling that it did to Kurt. If they weren’t careful? They were going to have a whole oratory of the little buggers with how often they made one another feel that way. From a glance, to a touch, a kiss or three little words..Blaine’s life felt more complete than it had in a year. A reassuring, peaceful feeling that he never wanted to go away. And doubted ever would. Tearing his gaze, starry eyed and full of awe as it was, away from his fiance’ and down to his breakfast plate–Blaine picked up his fork and dug lightly at a strip of cantaloupe sitting next to his stack of pancakes. “I didn’t do that bad, huh,” it was sort of impressive now that he took a look at it. To pull all this off in a kitchen he barely knew without waking Kurt up til the very end. Totally worth it but wow..he made all this for two people? Yep.
“That sounds like an amazing start of the day. After we walk off way too much food..cronuts? Like real New York City cronuts? Yeah. That’s going to be a must. Maybe we can fill up on coffee round two when we’re there. I might need to get one on the way out if that’s okay?” The idea of exploring all of New York City was a bit much to chew off in one day but Blaine’s head was swimming with the idea they might and finding it impossible to keep them on any sort of sensible track. It was better to let Kurt map out their day or he’d have them dashing from one end of the city to the next.
“And then I’m taking you out to dinner. A nice one. No Ifs, Ands, or Buts. Okay?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Juuust making observations. 😇 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe romance isn’t so dead after all. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You can do this.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) They are completely false observations! 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh! Equally false accusations, too, Sir! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know I can do it.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) But do I want to do it??
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