kurt.

He was mush.  Putty in Blaine’s hands.  It’s probably easier to relax knowing that it is Blaine who’s behind him.  It was nice to be so comfortable around someone.  Talking was kind of the last thing on his mind right now – he couldn’t see himself not rambling or mumbling and embarrassing himself somehow – mostly because he wasn’t sure what he should be doing in this particular situation.  He tried to hold still and quiet and not think too much but there was confliction there.  He wasn’t overthinking it exactly, but he was starting to notice every movement.  He wasn’t huge on hugging and here he was being touched and god it was nice.  He found himself holding his breath briefly, and as carefully as possibly let the air out in hopes it went unnoticed.  Kurt’s not sure what he would do or say if he was called out on anything right now.  Translating his feelings into words was difficult at times like this.. Although there weren’t times exactly like this, only some with similar difficulty levels.  Good lord if his brain could just shut off the rest of the way…

It was just Blaine though.  His friend.  His best friend.  His best friend who was joking and nudging him but also making his face a rather pink shade.

Only Kurt would be able to find such a mixture of nervous and relaxed, he’s sure.  He chuckled softly all the same.

All he got was a quiet chuckle?  Blaine went for a full on laugh from the nervously breathing boy –don’t think he didn’t notice, he did because it was his self-proclaimed job to pick up on little things like that from Kurt– in hopes that he would just relax for once and he got a barely there chuckle?  Dusted with a hint of blushing all the way to his ears that Blaine could see from his vantage point behind him?  No fair!  He was glad that he couldn’t see his half-pouting frown before he let his forehead come to rest against the back of Kurt’s head.  As observant as he was–or thought himself to be–Blaine failed to connect the dots between what that gesture might cause.  The closeness, his breath against the fine hairs lining the back of Kurt’s neck.  This was just him being him and wanting to make Kurt feel safe, secure and not have the muscles in his back give the bark of a dogwood tree a run for it’s money in the number of knots he could find if he tried hard enough.

He went quiet after a yawn just letting things settle down holding Kurt close with the other arm loosely stretched over his stomach.  A slight slant of his posture, Blaine’s temple and cheek fell to rest on Kurt’s shoulder.  Kurt’s massage slowed to a stop as Blaine’s hand fell limply into his lap.  Yep.  The tired Warbler was out like a light. Breathing in a soft, steady rhythm like he’d been the one getting a rub down.  Not the other way around. Leaving Kurt with the option to wiggle free or become an upright body pillow.