The words still echoed through his brain as glasz hues followed the other’s movements through the waterworks, a sound strangely soothing as wool fabric brushed his skin. It was all so unexpected. Blaine’s physique for the most part unchanged yet different. Older. Wiser. Perhaps a little more rough around the edges. A clear indicator of the years they had not been a part of each other’s lives, had been each other’s anything, if not the faintest of living memory. He wasn’t sure how it started. Why it began, and why, even after all this time, butterflies managed to swirl around in his stomach.
First gentle; uncertain. Unsure of any consequence or implications, caught by surprise by the sudden closeness and betrayed by his emotions. Eyes falling shut while fingers were left to run past the small of his neck and rested there. Then easy. Effortless. Like finally coming home after a long lost battle — tearstained cheeks left to glow softly under the sweet caress of his palms and his insides no longer hurting. Finally rid of the pretense. Something he had both coveted and managed to hide and lock away for so long he couldn’t help but wonder whether it was all just vivid imagination.
Maybe it had been the simplest of gestures. Of being offered warmth when everything else just seemed so hopeless. Maybe it was the fact that in spite of their differences, their many challenges, Blaine remained nothing but civilized; just as he always had done, as though perhaps, deep down ( save for a bunch of soon to turn gray hairs ) nothing had changed. That somehow fate had finally intervened and brought them back together.
❛ I’ve missed you so much—- ❜
Perhaps it was the many years gone by that had him missing the signs for what was about to happen. Mixed with Kurt crying making his stomach sink. Or his notoriously poor sleeping habits were currently in the our goal is to mess with you on the daily basis phase. But he didn’t catch on (some habits must have a way of repeating themselves even years later) to Kurt’s intention until their mouths were within a breath of one another’s. All at once his head filled with the sounds of tornado sirens going off. DANGER! Run for cover! Because the storm of the century was right on your doorstep. Just about every which way would be the wrong way to go and yet? Here he was. Instead of making a break for the storm shelter? He ran out to embrace it by letting their lips touch. More than touch. He kissed him back.
A slip that he was bound to make. Caused by a weakness that would always be there suddenly being exposed and made raw from the place he’d wrapped it carefully before sealing it away inside of. One that was glaringly apparent he’d always have for Kurt who he adored more than anything, anywhere, anyone else once. But he felt that familiar tingling rush of something he dared not put a name to dance along very nerve, seep into every inch of his body as he breathed the same air, the tastes of their mouths became one and even if it was in the direct line of a disaster tearing straight towards it? Home could be found right here as if it’d been waiting for him to walk right back in like he’d never left.
Loneliness was something Blaine was never good at. He could function in it. Live and breathe in it better than most would give him credit for. Or be able to do themselves. He could turn it into music and melodies that poured from his lips and fingertips. Didn’t make the nights any less quiet when he was alone. Or fill up a part of him he’d kept under a careful watch since.. well.. ’maybe I don’t!’. Nights with strangers was easier than…feeling his heart fill with hope. Tasting it on the tip of his tongue and leaning towards it because he could feel it in a pair of arms that were holding him. Feel it in the hitch of Kurt’s breath and his soul ached to reach out and find the piece that matched the hole inside of himself he’d filled up with just existing.
Their foreheads met and he swallowed thick.
“I missed you, too. You know that. Right?” DANGER! Indeed.
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