Rachel smiled as she thought back to the memories they’ve spent together, from the time she thought she gained feelings for him to all the duets they’ve sung with each other. She looked over at Kurt who was still asleep on the middle of her bed. Graduation was just a few days away and the three of them decided to have a pre-graduation sleepover. It would be four had Finn joined them, but the boy made an “It’s-not-my-thing” face and returned to his video games.
Twisting the cap of his hair gel bottle open, she scooped some up with her fingers. “It won’t be forever. It’s more of a ‘see you later’ than a ‘goodbye,’ right? You and Kurt will be joining Finn and I in New York and we’ll all get to be together again. It’s just a matter of time! NYADA would be fortunate to have the phenomenal talent of the three of us!” She exclaimed, thoroughly applying the gel in his hair.
[ mssg : blaine 🐤] what? I’m completely confused here :c I honestly have no clue. [ mssg : blaine 🐤] because i love you so much? ❤ [ mssg : blaine 🐤] i feel like you’re doubting my skills [ mssg : blaine 🐤] i guess this means i’ll have to start baking and cooking more [ mssg : blaine 🐤] they’re your favorites [ mssg : blaine 🐤] and for you so of course i’m going to do my best
( mssg » barry | sent ) You cheated. All of this is one huge cheat. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I’m not supposed to be forgiving you this easily. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I was planning on dragging out torturing you with pouts and glares for at least a day or two longer.
Two Words: Gap Attack. I don’t think you can get any more gut wrenchingly embarrassed than pouring your adolescent love out in an a capella version of When I Get You Alone to a guy who isn’t out of the closet in the middle of his workplace surrounded by your friends and a bunch of strangers on Valentine’s Day. Only to find out you outed him, got him fired, and he gives you a nasty dose of a reminder that if you and he went further than a coffee date or two? He’d end up a registered sex offender.
Eyes practically glued to the flatscreen on opposite side of his bedroom, Kurt bit down on his bottom lip as the other Warbler’s words interrupted a pivotal scene in the night’s movie; the sound of gentle breaths hitting close to his own chest proving far too distracting for him to think about anything but Blaine, Blaine, Blaine as he desperately tried to keep up with the main characters’ dialogues.
They’d been going about this dance for a while. His heart frantically skipping a beat in his throat every time their hands so much touched while Blaine continued to remain nothing but complete and utterly unaware of his true feelings and intentions— serenading some other teenage boy at the mall on Valentine’s Day only the cherry on top to what Kurt could only really believe to be the disaster crush of a lifetime.
He hadn’t realized just how head over heels he had been in love with him.
Maybe being gay and the only out student at his school for so long, he had just raised the bar far too high for anyone to ever live up to his expectations. Watching Moulin Rouge on a Friday night, from the comfort of his bed, with a boy, after just having shared an impromptu home cooked dinner with his dad; Kurt didn’t think there could ever be anything beyond wishful thinking.
And yet, here he was. Cute as a button and definitely snuggling up against the soft cashmere silk fabric of his authentic Marc Jacobs sweater. Thank God his dad had requested for them to keep the door open.
“I— thank you for the compliment,” he finally breathed, his expression softening and blue green hues suddenly finding themselves shamelessly distracted as he couldn’t help but soon mirror the other’s smiles upon gazing down at hisbest friend still resting quietly against him.
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