some kind of mysterious

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[He closed his eyes and relaxed closer, resting his forehead to Blaine's and slowly dragging his fingertips along the kitten's shivering little head.] Already thinking about tomorrow? [He asked softly, a hint of a smile playing at the more peaceful edges of his voice. Kurt was certainly the type to plan every bit and piece of his schedule from day to day, but as far as spending time with people went, that was always a blank space in his agenda. To have such a natural assurance that he'd be spending time with someone without question was as comforting as it was different.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[Kurt touched over his knuckles and closed his eyes, more than content to press the menus into Blaine's chest and rest his cheek against the springy couch cushion.] Puttanesca sounds good. Please do, [he murmured, and reached to carefully tuck the edge of the blanket more securely around his shoulder once he'd felt it start to slip from his side. In the peaceful moments of passing off the control into Blaine's offering hands, he had to let his mind wander off into impossible passages of time, and to imagine what this exact time had been like twenty-four hours ago. For himself it'd been standard cut and dry, cooking for one and falling prey to Gershwin's pleading eyes for a few bits of his dinner before he'd wound up hugging the dog to his chest and frowning out the window. For Blaine though, one had to wonder how twenty-four hours ago had felt. He opened his eyes and looked at the side of Blaine's head, silent in studying the rounded curve of his ear and the drying spirals of his hair.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

Mwah, [Kurt said softly once Blaine had broken that kiss. Scrunching up his nose and depositing one struggling little kitten into Blaine's lap to save their couch from becoming an early scratching post, Kurt crossed his legs beneath himself and reached for the menus, shuffling through them with all the drive for food and none of the focus to study the text.] I hate all of these restaurant names, [he mumbled and snuggled back against Blaine's side as he flipped one page back and forth.] Bread's Italian is still open, [he said after a beat of consideration, waving the page in question and grimacing at the name of it.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[Kurt drooped sideways to lean against Blaine's side and softly hummed, enjoying the other's moment of pensieveness while he could simply rest here with Blaine and take in the flowery clean scent of him and the soft warmth radiating under his clothes. He glanced towards the photos when Blaine spoke and gave a curt nod, stretching over to leave a lighthearted storm of kisses to his neck.] I don't say you're beautiful because I like hearing myself talk. [Propping his elbow against the cushions, Kurt brushed his fingers gently over Blaine's hair, letting the curls unravel then spring back into place.] But even if you see just a fraction of all the things that I see in you, I'm just happy you're being positive about yourself.

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[Kurt turned his face to brush a kiss over Blaine's knuckles before he went, his eyes still intently focused on the photographs he was shuffling back and forth in his hands. At long last he stretched his arm to set them too on the table and sat up, ignoring the achy protest in his body that longed to just lounge about for a minute longer. He kept Justice close enough to not completely sweep her off the cushion as he shook out a few folded blankets and molded a cave-like shape from his shoulder to the other side of the couch, leaving an empty space that he patted at once Blaine had returned.] Council rules in favor. Come here, hun. [Kurt crossed one leg over the other and snuggled back against the couch, the blanket cove just cozy enough to be comfortable.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[With the camera blocking most of his face, Kurt squinted through the viewfinder before his features ultimately relaxed. He held that moment for another few breaths before the rattling click broke the silence once, then once again. A soft strange look clouded over his face as he lowered the camera and took the two new photos in hand, smiling faintly down at the image they'd captured.] Okay, [he finally said, brushing at his eye and moving to sit at the edge of the couch. He set the camera on the little old coffee table and scooped Justice up when she came crying.] I'm done embarrassing you, you can finish getting dressed. [Propping the kitten up on the back of the couch, Kurt dropped to the side and rested with his head on the arm, flicking quietly through the two photos where his wrists rested over his stomach.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

Your back is part of you, therefore it's beautiful. [Kurt shut his eyes and smiled to himself, giving the photograph a few more flaps before setting it up on the shelf.] Besides, [he said softly, turning it just so with a fingertip to the corner.] It means something. [Kurt took up the camera again and raised it over his face, making slow but steady steps nearer to the center of the room, but didn't click the button just yet.] Just... [He tilted the camera down, peeking one eye over the hunk of plastic.] Look at me? The way that you look at me when you know that you love me?

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

Following him out into the cooler parts of the apartment, Kurt tore his gaze away and headed to fish around in one of the boxes stowed away on the shelf, sifting through spare batteries and spools of thread before he unearthed a camera. It was an old thing bought on a whim just for the sake of it, and he much more considered it /their/ property than simply an old relic he'd picked up at a corner in Times Square. He looked over at Blaine, watching for a moment and lifting the camera over his face once his sub had crossed past the drawn curtains of one window.] Whoops, [Kurt said in a feeble apology for his lack of warning once the shutter went off, but picking up the photo that the camera spit out and giving it a few shakes, a smile crossed his features. The way the orange light glowed behind Blaine's near nude profile... Well, it was as perfect as Blaine was.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[He smiled and cocked his head, waiting a moment for Blaine to grow better at ease before Kurt averted his gaze and shook the folds out of his own clothes, stepping into boxers and slipping a shirt over his frazzled hair before his attention was caught back to the reflection of Blaine through the mirror. Turning, Kurt leaned against the corner with arms loosely folded, watching and wondering and wishing he knew exactly what was running through Blaine's mind.] You're too beautiful, [Kurt said after a moment, his voice soft enough to break the silence just gently. A soft smile edged over his lips and he let his arms fall to his sides.] Would you let me take a picture? I just... want to immortalize this somehow.

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[He snorted softly and flipped the towel off his head, hanging it over one shoulder and sending a few drops sliding down the fogged up mirror with a little shake of his head. Kurt watched him for a moment, holding off his response while he enjoyed the simple sight of his roomie fluffed up and flushed a rosier shade from the shower. Scooping up the bundle of clothes, he sidled in close, placing article by article into Blaine's hands as he sorted through them.] I'm not even going to pretend I'm not selfish, [He said cheerfully, piling a soft t-shirt over the pants he'd picked. The clothes were all light, and pleasant to the touch.] I just want a soft cuddle partner. Oh, and... [Plucking through the folds of clothes remaining in his arms, he placed a delicately lacey pair of boyshorts on top.] Something got left behind in the dryer. It must be a sign.

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

Never, [Kurt smiled, winding his arms around Blaine and teasingly nuzzling at his ear,] I'm your Cyndi Lauper. [For the moments following tucked chest to chest and silent save for the plunks of drops of water hitting the tile, Kurt kept his eyes open beside Blaine's frizzying curls, letting his gaze wander aimlessly behind him. The sun had began a slow decent by then, glowing at its brightest through the blinds and lighting the bright patterns adorning the shower curtain with a vibrant fire, and Kurt felt with the steady heartbeat dancing against his own that this could really be the one most prominent moment that he'd look back on someday in the future. However that day would look, he just hoped it could feel the same way that this did. Kurt turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's temple, bringing one hand up to pet over his hair and push it out of his sub's face as he slowly pulled back. Dragging the curtain open and shivering a little at the blast of cool air invading the room's final pocket of warmth, Kurt stepped out onto the mat and draped a towel over Blaine's shoulders, the fabric lengthy enough to dangle adorable halfway down his knees.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[Kurt opened his eyes and watched through lowered lashes as Blaine sunk down, letting his hands slip away from his elbows as he worked his way through soap and steam. It was a different feeling from allowing himself to be touched in more intimate ways, and yet the two actions had something very personal in common. For having no better way to describe it, he felt dearly cared for, watched over with enough fervency to almost make it a bit too much to handle. Reaching over, Kurt cranked the the valves off and softly shook the water off his fingers before threading them through Blaine's hair, travelling past dripping curls until he cupped Blaine's chin and guided him to lift his head.] I'd like to hug you, [Kurt said, water dripping steadily from his hair and off his limbs with every slight pull of breath. Already, the heat of the steam had began to dissipate.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[With his straying thoughts travelling all those hours and miles back to his own hometown, Kurt easily followed Blaine's guidance, holding a breath deep in his lungs and slowly exhaling as Blaine's fingers sent flaring sparks all down his spine and down to his fingertips. His lashes twitched against the urge to open up his eyes and watch him while those sing-song words tumbled effortlessly out, but he refrained.] Maybe you could meet my family someday, [Kurt whispered, his voice mingling softly with the dying tail of Blaine's. The city, their apartment, their classes, their love; These things had so dominantly taken over Kurt's entire life that it was a strange feeling to remember how much more of him still existed that Blaine wasn't a part of. To remedy that would be enormous, and though it was a step Kurt couldn't confidently say he was reaching for yet, it was still a nice thought. Lowering his head with his eyes still shut to leave him unaware of all but the beat of the water and the weight of Blaine's touch, Kurt lifted his hands and touched at his elbows, just for the sake of finding his own contact.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[He could kiss him forever... Yes, forever sounded decent. Maybe it was something to do with the water coming between them, but it took just a second to conclude that Blaine possibly had the softest mouth in the entire world and investigating the fact forever really wouldn't be long enough, before Kurt pulled back to cough and sniff, and wipe the water out of his eyes. He squinted across at Blaine and smiled as he raised one arm, searching around the spray to adjust it again.] That's my dad, [he said after a moment. He looked down to examine his nails and laughed to himself.] Really... Councilman Hummel.

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

[Kurt's eyes flickered up and he smiled, tipping his own chin up with a sharp hum. Reaching up to shift the shower nozzle, he ran his hands down the front of Blaine's chest, rubbing the soap around then away.] The council hears your vote, [he replied, and as his hands skimmed up to Blaine's collar, Kurt stepped in closer and let his arms rest loosely around Blaine's, wrists dangling and forearms propped lightly Blaine's shoulders. He held his gaze for a moment, content and comfortable to feel the warm water drumming from Blaine's body to his, then leaned in to press their lips in a firm kiss.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

Weirdo, [He smiled and guided the angle of his head with a knuckle nudging beneath his chin. There was definitely a significant part of his brain that pondered just what this instance would change between them and whether it's been for better or worse. When things had been so comfortable and effortless together, he hadn't thought of such things in a long while, and now he had enough strength of mind to decide that maybe his meticulous planning didn't have any place in something so bared to luck and circumstance. He swept his fingers over Blaine's forehead, chasing away droplets and washing all the suds from his hair until the water ran clear.] Still starving, but maybe we could cuddle up after this. [Taking Blaine's hand, he rubbed over his wet knuckles before reaching for a loofah, gradually working a soapy trail up Blaine's arm and down the front of his chest.]