"Yeah." Blaine pulled back and rubbed at his face, trying to get his shit together so he wasn't just a weird, crying mess. He wanted to convince Kurt he was worth being with and being that much of a baby about things probably wasn't really helping. "Let's go up. I could use a break from different balding guys with beards and their vehicles."
Not that Burt hadn't been nice but he had a very specific taste in TV and Blaine found it fascinating. "I'm so tired but I shouldn't sleep. My mom will see her phone soon and I can't miss that call." He already texted her but he didn't want to cause her any built or bad feelings.
"Just make sure your phone is off silent mode and on vibrate. Then I can hear it and I promise to wake you up." Seemed like the most practical approach. "You have to give your body and mind some rest, there's a lot to process."
Kurt headed down the stairs ahead of Blaine, his hand feeling strangely empty. He had gone down here with Blaine plenty of times. Usually they'd be holding hands. "It feels strange to be here. I had my day planned in New York and I never go anywhere without packing first. I hope I still have enough products here or my night-time routine is a write-off."
"Maybe you can bribe Finn to drive to the 24 hour walmart. It's not what you need but it's what you can get. I was halfway tempted to pay him for a hairgel run. This is just a tragedy." Blaine gestured to his hair, untamed and chaotic. He saw how Burt looked at him - utter shock. "Your dad asked where my parents were from. I think he's trying to work out this whole thing."
He gestured vaguely to himself and his hair as he finally got into Kurt's bedroom. It was nice to be back - smelled good too. He wished he could have stayed in here and waited for Kurt, alone and just feeling his presence and smelling his-- oh, that was creepy even in his head. "Sorry I disrupted your day. I hope I haven't screwed up too much of your week now."
"Come on, Blaine! You have to stop apologising for existing. For things outside your control and, worse, things that need no apology." Kurt turned around and put his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "First of all, you did nothing wrong today. I decided to come here because I couldn't not. Those absolute monsters are the ones to blame. And nothing I was doing today even matters. Not compared to-- You know."
To being here with Blaine. To knowing that he was safe. He looked into Blaine's eyes and sighed. "Your hair is beautiful like this. It suits you. I mean it. Don't apologise when there is no apology needed. Deal?"
"Okay, okay, fine. I'll stop apologising. And in the spirit of that, I won't even say sorry that while looking for hair gel, I found a muscle mag that we really have to talk about later." Cause damn, those guys were hot and was that how Kurt looked at porn cause that was so fun. He smiled at Kurt, playful but nervous. It was just a lot of uncertainty and he knew he was the bad one, the one in the wrong, and he just didn't want to risk rocking the boat too hard.
He was still hoping to win him back. Latest when he graduated. "You really like my hair?" Blaine knew he was harping on about it but he was just impressed Kurt liked it. "Sweet."
"Yes, I really do like it. Look, I am not going to stand here and pretend that I am averse to hair products when I know how much I use in a month. However, your curls are beautiful. They deserve their chance to shine." Kurt looked at him and reached up, his fingers getting into those curls just a little bit. So much nicer to touch than Blaine's hair when it was gelled down. "The racist, colonial, bigoted views that made you ashamed of your natural beauty need to be challenged. Trust me. I'd never lie about my hair opinions."
He took those things very seriously. "...as for the muscle mag, that was probably one of the ones I got from April Rhodes. You should see the full selection, my friend."
"Tomorrow, I'm gonna browse. Right now, I'm gonna sleep. Should I take the floor or-- whatever, I don't mind." He didn't want to assume he could sleep in his bed. That seemed a little too forward. He pulled off his sweater and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, ready to just lie down and wait for the inevitable night time interruption.
Kurt's eyes trailed down when Blaine started unbuttoning the shirt. Damn. It was bad enough seeing Blaine at all, let alone seeing Blaine in his clothes and now seeing Blaine taking off his clothes. So intimate, so very arousing and so not at all appropriate, given the circumstances.
He ended up swallowing and shaking his head, wildly gesticulating to the bed. "Just lie down, okay? I've got to shower and change and then I'll join."
"Okay, cool. Thanks, Kurt." He was being so cool about all of this. Like they were still together, in a way. Like they had a chance. His heart swelled but he managed his expectations as he took off his shirt and flopped down onto the bed. He heard the shower running and closed his eyes, just listening and imagining Kurt in the shower. Naked. Wet.
Oh Jesus. Okay, no, he changed lanes and thought about the shooter - he finally had his thing, like Finn. So there was one benefit.
Kurt had luckily remembered to actually bring clothes into the bathroom with him, so when he re-emerged after a drastically reduced night-time skincare routine and basic hair maintenance, he was wearing underwear, pyjama pants, an undershirt, a long-sleeved shirt and a hoodie over it.
All right, so maybe it was the most clothes he had ever worn to bed, but at least it all matched and he no longer smelled like axe.
He gingerly sat down on the bed and, after a few moment's hesitation, he laid down and wrapped his arms around Blaine. Comforting him mattered more right now than any boundaries they had set.
Blaine didn't want to do anything to ruin this moment. He lay still and silent for a while, just enjoying how close Kurt was to him and wondering if he should have kept his shirt on. Apparently layering up was the new bedtime look and he was sorely underdressed.
He closed his eyes eventually, using Kurt's breathing to match his own so he could set a better rhythm.
"Good night, Kurt." Blaine whispered quietly, trying not to break the perfect, peaceful moment they had. He wanted to fall asleep in Kurt's arms, it was all he wanted.
"Good night, Blaine," Kurt whispered back, moving his hand to press it against Blaine's bare chest so he could feel his heartbeat. Blaine felt amazing as always, with his skin so soft and warm, his body solid and familiar and distractingly beautiful all at the same time.
He felt his heart beat and he remembered those minutes when he had thought that Blaine might have gotten shot. It helped from this getting sexual and eventually, to the sound of Blaine's even breathing, Kurt fell asleep.
The perfect silence was ruined at around 3am, when Blaine shot up from bed, disorientated and scrambling for his ringing phone. He answered it to his mom, who was talking very fast in Filipino. "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom, it's too early for that, English." He had always been a poor study when it came to another language, despite his mom's attempts. "Mom. I'm okay, I promise."
He saw Kurt was awake too and gave him a sleepy look. "It's my mom." Blaine paused and then frowned. "No, mom, I'm not talking to you. I'm with Kurt. No, not in New York. Yes, I was there."
"Huh?" Kurt blinked as he sat up, sleepily looking at Blaine and having no idea what was happening. "Hello, Blaine mom." He knew he wasn't making much sense, mumbling and waving to Blaine's phone as if his mom would be able to see him.
His mind was only slowly gaining consciousness as he pulled his legs up and rested his head against his knees. "Tell her you can stay here until they are back."
"I'm staying with Kurt. Yeah, no, it's safe. His dad is home... no, we're not back together." Blaine clarified awkwardly as he sat himself up and leaned against the headboard. He closed his eyes, half dead but trying to have his head in the game a bit more for his mom's sake. "No, I'm fine. Everyone is fine. No one died. I just wasn't sure and -- oh, dad? No, you don't have to put him o--"
Blaine winced, he loved his dad, he did, but he and his dad always made the most awkward small talk. "Hi, dad. Yeah, no. I'm okay. I love you too. Yeah, I'm with a ... friend." It was just easier to not get into it. "Yeah, thanks. Okay. Okay, talk soon." And, as always, he was back with his mom. He and his mom found it way easier to talk. "Uh-huh. Mom, look, I love you but it's crazy late here and I'm keeping people up. Can we talk tomorrow morning? Yeah. Okay. Love you."
He turned to Kurt, smiling tiredly. "My mom says to say she loves you too."
"I do love your mom. What a style icon." It was a great reason to love her, even if it wasn't just for how quietly - and sometimes not so quietly - supportive she was. Kurt smiled a little, moving over so he could lean against the headboard next to Blaine. He finally unzipped his hoodie, having gotten warmer than he wanted to be while sleeping pressed up against Blaine. Made sense, he supposed.
"You sleep all right so far?" He had heard Blaine whimper in his sleep once, which had woken him up, but luckily a bit of shushing and, admittedly, a few kisses against his neck had calmed him down again.
"Bad dreams, I guess. My stress comes out in my sleep." Blaine joked as he turned off his phone and set it aside, giving Kurt a curious look. He hoped he wasn't bothering him in his sleep or anything, he didn't want to be a pain. Kurt once told him he'd sang a bit in his sleep and ever since then, he was very hyper aware he was a sleep mumbler/singer. Apparently.
"It was nice to hear my parents. I felt like it wasn't safe until I heard them, you know?" He just wanted to assure them and then it could all start to go away. At least, he hoped as much. "My mom loves me and my dad too. Though I wish he'd stop calling me slugger. What am I even slugging in his mind?"
"Something distinctly straight, I fear." Kurt reached for Blaine's hand, mostly to keep him from fisting the sheets the way he did right now. He liked those sheets, he didn't want them to get messed up.
And yes, all right, obviously he wanted to hold Blaine's hand. Wanted to be close to Blaine in every way. "You are safe," he assured him, while looking at him from the side. His eyes were used to the dark right now, so he could make him out quite well. "I'm keeping you safe tonight. Promise."
Blaine smiled dorkily at Kurt, unable to believe that one bad thing could end with something this good happening. He honestly couldn't have imagined his day going like this. He slid back down onto bed and let go of Kurt's hand but slid that little bit closer to him, his eyes closed as he settled back in. "I muted my phone so we won't be woken by anyone else. Hopefully. Let's try to get some sleep."
"Yeah. Let's." Kurt laid down next to Blaine again and, yes, after taking off his hoodie, he did wrap his arms around him once more. He held him and stayed very still until he was sure Blaine was asleep. Closing his eyes, it was difficult to fend it all off. The feelings. The feelings. Blaine smelled like Blaine, amazing, falling asleep next to him felt right and the idea of kissing him senseless was ever so appealing.
In the end he allowed himself to be haunted by visions of Blaine that time he cheated on him, how he imagined it. With someone who vaguely and sometimes not so vaguely looked like Sebastian, someone who could give Blaine everything Kurt couldn't. It really helped keep Kurt grounded, so there was that. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep with a deep-set frown on his face.
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Not that Burt hadn't been nice but he had a very specific taste in TV and Blaine found it fascinating. "I'm so tired but I shouldn't sleep. My mom will see her phone soon and I can't miss that call." He already texted her but he didn't want to cause her any built or bad feelings.
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Kurt headed down the stairs ahead of Blaine, his hand feeling strangely empty. He had gone down here with Blaine plenty of times. Usually they'd be holding hands. "It feels strange to be here. I had my day planned in New York and I never go anywhere without packing first. I hope I still have enough products here or my night-time routine is a write-off."
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He gestured vaguely to himself and his hair as he finally got into Kurt's bedroom. It was nice to be back - smelled good too. He wished he could have stayed in here and waited for Kurt, alone and just feeling his presence and smelling his-- oh, that was creepy even in his head. "Sorry I disrupted your day. I hope I haven't screwed up too much of your week now."
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To being here with Blaine. To knowing that he was safe. He looked into Blaine's eyes and sighed. "Your hair is beautiful like this. It suits you. I mean it. Don't apologise when there is no apology needed. Deal?"
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He was still hoping to win him back. Latest when he graduated. "You really like my hair?" Blaine knew he was harping on about it but he was just impressed Kurt liked it. "Sweet."
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He took those things very seriously. "...as for the muscle mag, that was probably one of the ones I got from April Rhodes. You should see the full selection, my friend."
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God, he wanted this day to be over already.
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He ended up swallowing and shaking his head, wildly gesticulating to the bed. "Just lie down, okay? I've got to shower and change and then I'll join."
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Oh Jesus. Okay, no, he changed lanes and thought about the shooter - he finally had his thing, like Finn. So there was one benefit.
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All right, so maybe it was the most clothes he had ever worn to bed, but at least it all matched and he no longer smelled like axe.
He gingerly sat down on the bed and, after a few moment's hesitation, he laid down and wrapped his arms around Blaine. Comforting him mattered more right now than any boundaries they had set.
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He closed his eyes eventually, using Kurt's breathing to match his own so he could set a better rhythm.
"Good night, Kurt." Blaine whispered quietly, trying not to break the perfect, peaceful moment they had. He wanted to fall asleep in Kurt's arms, it was all he wanted.
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He felt his heart beat and he remembered those minutes when he had thought that Blaine might have gotten shot. It helped from this getting sexual and eventually, to the sound of Blaine's even breathing, Kurt fell asleep.
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He saw Kurt was awake too and gave him a sleepy look. "It's my mom." Blaine paused and then frowned. "No, mom, I'm not talking to you. I'm with Kurt. No, not in New York. Yes, I was there."
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His mind was only slowly gaining consciousness as he pulled his legs up and rested his head against his knees. "Tell her you can stay here until they are back."
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Blaine winced, he loved his dad, he did, but he and his dad always made the most awkward small talk. "Hi, dad. Yeah, no. I'm okay. I love you too. Yeah, I'm with a ... friend." It was just easier to not get into it. "Yeah, thanks. Okay. Okay, talk soon." And, as always, he was back with his mom. He and his mom found it way easier to talk. "Uh-huh. Mom, look, I love you but it's crazy late here and I'm keeping people up. Can we talk tomorrow morning? Yeah. Okay. Love you."
He turned to Kurt, smiling tiredly. "My mom says to say she loves you too."
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"You sleep all right so far?" He had heard Blaine whimper in his sleep once, which had woken him up, but luckily a bit of shushing and, admittedly, a few kisses against his neck had calmed him down again.
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"It was nice to hear my parents. I felt like it wasn't safe until I heard them, you know?" He just wanted to assure them and then it could all start to go away. At least, he hoped as much. "My mom loves me and my dad too. Though I wish he'd stop calling me slugger. What am I even slugging in his mind?"
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And yes, all right, obviously he wanted to hold Blaine's hand. Wanted to be close to Blaine in every way. "You are safe," he assured him, while looking at him from the side. His eyes were used to the dark right now, so he could make him out quite well. "I'm keeping you safe tonight. Promise."
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Blaine smiled dorkily at Kurt, unable to believe that one bad thing could end with something this good happening. He honestly couldn't have imagined his day going like this. He slid back down onto bed and let go of Kurt's hand but slid that little bit closer to him, his eyes closed as he settled back in. "I muted my phone so we won't be woken by anyone else. Hopefully. Let's try to get some sleep."
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In the end he allowed himself to be haunted by visions of Blaine that time he cheated on him, how he imagined it. With someone who vaguely and sometimes not so vaguely looked like Sebastian, someone who could give Blaine everything Kurt couldn't. It really helped keep Kurt grounded, so there was that. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep with a deep-set frown on his face.