Kurts lip trembled with Blaines touch, and ran his tongue over the tip of Blaine’s thumb. He looked up at Blaine shyly, his hands running themselves down Blaine’s arms, and for a moment, he really wanted something physical, but in the next moment, he realized how tired being happy had made him. He bit his lip and looked down at Blaine’s chest, a little embarrassed. “Blaine… I’d… I’d really love to… you know… do physical things right now… with you… but… I just… I’m so tired.” He said, apologies in his eyes.
Blaine smiled and rubbed Kurt’s arms gently. He hadn’t really expected anything to happen, just kissing Kurt was good enough for him. Blaine was willing to do whatever Kurt wanted to do, even if it was something as simple as sleeping in each other’s arms. “It’s fine, baby. Do you want to go to bed? I’ll lay with you and we can just cuddle until we fall asleep,” he suggested. Blaine stood from the couch and took Kurt’s hands, raising a brow. “Or we could cuddle here, either way. Your decision.”
Kurt nodded a little, watching their hands move together. Blaine was quoting him, and he just… felt wrong. But he rested his head against Blaines chest and just listened to his heart beat, and everything was better. When he heard that heart beating oxygen through Blaine’s body, the sound of it lifted Kurt’s heart and reminded him what that heart felt for him, and then he realized that the bad was worth it. The moment of sadness, the feeling of something worse happening… it was worth it as long as they had eachother. He looked up and smiled at Blaine, before kissing him again, tenderly. “I love you.”
Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt kissed him and kissed back. “Mm… I love you, too…” he murmured, before pressing his lips to Kurt’s once again, kissing him slowly, their lips moving in perfect harmony. Blaine moved one hand to the back of Kurt’s head, running his fingers through Kurt’s hair while the other hand held Kurt’s, their fingers intertwined. He let himself get lost in the kiss for a moment, before pulling back just a bit and flushing lightly. “Sorry… couldn’t help myself…” Blaine whispered, pulling his hand from Kurt’s hair and running his thumb along Kurt’s lower lip.
Kurt giggled softly and pushed Blaine away teasingly. “You’re more charming than any of those Princes could ever dream of being.” He grinned against Blaine’s lips, and they weren’t really kissing, their lips were just touching and they were laughing a little and their breaths mingled and Kurt’s eyes were closed and he was just happy. When he was in Blaine’s arms, nothing could hurt him. He sighed, his smile wavering just a little. “I wish we could be this happy every day…” He whispered, his mood shifting only a little, but it was enough to send the rest of his mood down there with him.
Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes and smiled. “Just don’t think of bad things. Just think of me and how happy we are when we’re together… Think about our future and our wedding and what our kids will look like. Think about how you feel when we kiss or when we touch…” Blaine took Kurt’s hands and lifted them in the air, before pressing their fingertips together. “The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets, right?” he asked, looking at Kurt with a questioning, yet hopeful gaze.
“You like to be the hero, the knight in shining armor. Disney didn’t tell us that Hercules had emotions, that he lost it now and again. I’m sure Prince Charming cried every now and again. Shrek couldnt slay the beast. You want to save me and get your fairy tale ending, but the thing is, those princes needed saving too. And you, emotional, crazy, puppy you… you are my knight in shining armor. You save me every day, but you have to let me do the same sometimes.” Kurt said softly. He was a little out of breath when he was done, do to the fact that that was the most he’d spoken at one time in months, and god did it make him dizzy, but he had a lot to say, and he was able to say it.
Blaine smiled slyly and pulled Kurt closer to him. “You’re very right… But do you know what makes me different from all of those princes?” he asked, leaning in to press his lips underneath Kurt’s jaw. “They all had princesses to help them out… I, on the other, have my very own prince, which makes my situation that much more phenomenal. So at the end of the day, I win and all of those princes lose, because they don’t understand how nice a cock can feel buried inside of them.” Blaine chuckled lightly and kissed Kurt’s lips again. “Plus, my prince is way more beautiful than all of those princesses combined, which is another reason that I win.”
Kurt blushed. “I knew you would take care of me. I’m depressed, not stupid. But I was just… I know you. And I know how you handle things… and I was expecting that breakdown to be a lot worse than it was.” Kurt said softly, running his fingers over Blaine’s chest hair, smiling as he did so. Today really was a good day, despite his throwing up and little freak out before. He was happy today. At least, he was pretty sure he was happy. He didn’t think anything could touch him right now. Which you could say would be his downfall, in the end. Getting so lost in Blaine, he lets his guard down.
Blaine smiled, leaned in and kissed Kurt gently. “I’m surprised I lasted so long before my breakdown… I thought for sure I would explode before that. But so much happened that day, and I think it was my father that really set me off. What he said to me… It was the most rude he’s been since we left Ohio. It hurt to hear him say things like to me and I guess I just kinda lost it. I really never wanted to have you see me like that. I felt so weak, but then again, I couldn’t honestly expect to stay strong the whole time. This happened to us, we should’ve been helping each other the whole time, but I wasn’t letting anyone help me and that was my downfall.”
Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately and shrugged. “I’m wearing your boxers right now, you know. Santana kept putting them on me, and they’re very comfortable, I must tell you. I might steal them more often.” He winked, smirking a little. He sighed and closed his eyes, lost in thought. “I love you, you know. More than ever. You’re just… wonderful. When I thought you weren’t going to be able to handle me anymore… you just… went above and beyond. I just really really love you. And Thank you.” He whispered, kissing Blaine’s chest, smiling into his skin.
Blaine smiled loving at Kurt, stroking his hair gently. “You’re welcome, Kurt. But honestly, if you ever actually felt like I couldn’t handle you… You’re crazy. When I put that ring on you, I promised through thick and thin, through the good and the bad. And I’m going to keep that promise. I’m yours forever. There is nothing that could stop that. I love you more than anything. What kind of fiance would I be if I left you when you most needed me? Not a very good one, that’s for sure.”
Kurt looked up at Blaine, his smile increasing in size as Blaine continued on babbling about a fake ass Santana wanted him to fuck and then he was laughing at him, shaking his head and just laughing. “No fucking fake asses. That’s like saying mine isn’t good enough for you. Santana is an ass.” Kurt chuckled. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a voice telling him that no, he wasn’t good enough for Blaine anymore. No, his ass wasn’t good enough because it wasn’t just Blaines anymore. He had no STD’s or anything, so he was fine in that department, but that didn’t change what was. But none of that was in his conscious thought as he laughed at his fiance.
Blaine smiled and laughed along with Kurt. “Believe me, I don’t plan on fucking any fake asses. Just the thought makes me cringe. Your ass is the only one I want, ever. And I will wait as long as I have to, even if that means whacking off a couple times a day. Of course, I really only have to do that when you’re wearing my clothes… I don’t know why that turns me on so much. Especially when you wear my boxers… You have no idea what that does to me… Okay, we need to change the subject now or I’m going to have a very big problem!”
Kurt shrugged. “I guess it’s fine. I don’t notice it anymore. I stopped using the cream a week ago because theres no more buts or anything. It’s been long enough. It’s pretty healed.” He shifted a little, just at the idea of it, and truth be told it didn’t hurt at all anymore. But it still just felt… wrong. Like something inside of him was forever altered and… part of him was scared he’d never fit Blaine perfectly again. Part of him was scared that he’d never want Blaine inside him again. “Blaine… don’t be afraid to want me. I get it. I’m… not ready for it yet… but it’s okay for you to think about. Talk about. I know you have to… get off… like, six times a day to get by… but don’t be afraid to make stupid comments that I could take sexually. Even if I did, I would just blush and giggle. Don’t worry about me so much.”
"I don’t have to get off that much. And it’s not like I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to," Blaine said with a smile, running his fingertips along Kurt’s spine, feeling him shiver, which only made Blaine smile more. "Santana suggested getting me one of those fake butt toys. She said I could just smack it and call it Kurt and I would be happy and I would be able to release the mountain of sexual tension I apparently have. I told her that wasn’t funny. It probably wouldn’t even feel good, it would be like fucking something rubber. That stuff always says real feel action, but it’s all lies!" Blaine blushed when he realized he was ranting about sex toys and shook his head. "That was awkward or anything."
Kurt snortlaughed, biting his lip and giggling into Blaine’s chest at Harry, who seemed to be more comfortable being away from Kurt while Kurt wasn’t in the bedroom. “Goofball.” Kurt said, shaking his head. His heart calmed down, and his breathing followed. He sighed and looked up at Blaine, his eyes apologetic. “Sorry… I just… can’t think of all that… snowballing out of control.” He said, resting his chin on Blaines chest. “You can keep asking me questions, but just… don’t bring the police into it again, okay?”
Blaine nodded and kissed Kurt’s head again. “I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I don’t think we should talk about it anymore today… Let’s just keep it a little at a time. It can’t be easy for you to talk about, and it’s not easy for me to hear. So, let’s talk about something else.” Blaine looked around the room, trying to think about something a little happier to discuss. He bit his lip. “How are you healing?” he asked, even though that wasn’t completely off topic. He just knew that Kurt was actually using the cream and hopefully getting better. But then he blushed, thinking about what question could pose. “Not because I want to like… I just want to make sure you’re getting better.”
Kurt kept shaking his head, repeating no, no no Blaine couldn’t try and convince him of this. He didn’t know where Karofsky was, but he knew he probably didn’t go very far. Karofsky had been following them, tracking them, like a predator… which he was. He stalked them until he knew he could attack Kurt… And Karofsky didn’t need any more reason to attack Blaine. He already wanted to, and now he was just looking for an excuse. Karofsky hated Blaine. Hated that Kurt loved Blaine. Kurt didn’t used to believe that he was capable of something like this, didn’t really think he’d actually kill, but now he believed Karofsky was capable of any kind of horrible thing that he decided he wanted to do. “Please… don’t. Please. Please.” He whispered, burying his face in Blaine’s chest.
Blaine sighed and rubbed Kurt’s back soothingly, trying to get him to calm down. “I won’t, baby, I promise. I’m sorry I brought it up…” he whispered. He laid Kurt back and covered him with the blanket. “I’m going to clean that up, alright? And I’ll get you some water.” Blaine got up and went into the kitchen. He got Kurt a glass of water and brought it out to him, before cleaning up the mess on the floor. Once it was all clean and Blaine had washed his hands, he went back over to the couch and pulled Kurt close again, holding him tightly. “I love you,” he whispered, smiling at Kurt and kissing his hand softly. The cats ran by, Draco jumping over the spot where it was still wet from Blaine cleaning it, while Harry ran right into it and slipped, doing a somersault and landing on his but, looking confused.