Things you said when you thought I was asleep.
Blaineâs not sure if he can trace it back to what started it, or who started it. All he knows is that Kurt is his best friend, and Kurt is here, and Kurt is currently doing things to him that a best friend usually wouldnât. Â
His mouth is on him â has been for the better part of the last half hour, everywhere, all over â and itâs overpowering in the most tangling way, like theyâre making knots and bows and tying them so tight that thereâs no way they could ever unravel. And thatâs a lot to process, so Blaine just focuses on the way Kurtâs using his tongue and how his own back is arching because of it. How heâs practically writhing, and how Kurt is the reason why. Not why heâs the reason why, just that he is. Â
âGod, Ku-â but he cuts himself off, not sure if heâs allowed to say his name. Not sure what this is at all, really, because theyâve barely spoken since they snapped.
Because thatâs what it had felt like. A snap. Like they were a pencil being held with a grip too tight, or a piece of string being pulled too taut. And there was no slack in their friendship, never had been, just tension and a stretch that they were both committed to ignoring. Blaine had never been able to figure out why they ignored it, though. And he canât figure out if this is still ignoring it, because even though he knows the taste of him now, he doesnât know if heâs allowed to put the taste into words and say them.
Itâs not until afterwards â both of them a breathing, worn-out mess on Blaineâs bed â that he traces it back. Kurt had come over to watch Summer Stock, and that was normal. It wasnât their first rodeo with Judy and Gene. But Kurt had walked through the door with a weird energy, as if even just placing the lightest of pressure to his skin would make it spark and burn. And then Blaine had lent over him to get to the remote, not thinking, not remembering the electricity of Kurt tonight, and that was what had started it. But Kurt was the one to snap them. Kurt was the one to stop Blaine from moving back to his spot with a hand on his waist; Kurt was the one that had looked at him with a fire sitting there, just behind his eyes; Kurt was the one to kiss him. Kurt was the one.Â
(And Blaine was so glad he did. God, he was glad).Â
And now Kurt is the one getting up, getting dressed, acting like this was just some casual one-night stand, and not sex with his best fucking friend. Â
âKurt, what are you doing?â
He hesitates, one leg in his jeans and a shake in his hands that Blaine notices, wishes he could soothe. âOh... I donât- I donât know. I wasnât sure...â
âCome here,â and he flicks the duvet down, gestures to the other side of the bed, tries to hide how desperate he is for Kurt to get in it again. And then he does, but theyâre still not really sure what is happening and what they are, so they just lay next to each other and breathe. Â
Blaine closes his eyes and turns his head a little towards Kurt and itâs not on purpose, necessarily, but heâs too scared to actually look at him and so this will have to do. He is really tired so his chest starts to move deeper and with a weight to it pretty quickly, and then Kurt whispers his name. Heâs awake, and he heard him, but he canât find a way to reply, so he doesnât.
Kurt slips out of the bed â he feels the dip and then the absence, and he hears the footsteps padding across his bedroom floor. And then he hears Kurtâs voice, quiet and a little panicked out in the hallway, and he keeps his eyes shut. Â
âQuinn? Iâm sorry, I know itâs late.â
Blaine canât hear Quinnâs side of the conversation â but he hears Kurtâs. Hears him tell her about what just happened, and how heâs terrified, and that he feels like he just made the biggest mistake of his life. And Blaine feels the knots and bows from earlier but in his stomach, twisting, making him feel like he canât move or breathe or think. Kurt regrets it. Kurt regrets what just happened and they canât go back â Kurt snapped them, and they are broken now, and they canât be glued back together. They are two separate pieces, and they risked their friendship for what?
Sex. And Blaine had been so sure he was finding love in amongst it all, in the way Kurt held his face when they kissed and held his hand when they fucked and held his gaze when they came. Maybe not, though. Clearly not.
âI donât know.â Kurt murmurs, and then, a moment later, âI donât know, Quinn. I think maybe- but. Yes, Iâm still at his.â Another moment and, âWell, he wanted me to stay. Yes. I know thatâs not usually- Yes. Okay.â A wait, a sigh, âDo you really think so?â
Blaine wants to know what Quinn is saying, so desperately.
âBecause Iâm in love with him, Quinn. What if Iâve just ruined it? Ruined us?â Â
And the knots and the ties loosen, let him breathe again, and Kurt is in love with him. Kurt Hummel is in love with him. And he wants to laugh, really, because why didnât they just start with that, for godâs sake?
Kurt thanks Quinn, and tells her he loves her, and then the padding is back and so is Kurt. In his bed and so close to him he might shudder, and then thereâs a fingertip on his face, painting the outline of his features. Â
He knows that he should let Kurt know heâs not actually asleep, but the touch feels too nice to interrupt and he wants to be selfish. And then, when heâs pretty sure Kurt is the one that's asleep, he says it. Â
âIâm in love with you, too.â
And maybe Kurtâs not quite asleep, and maybe that was on purpose.Â