Tag: p: kurt (archived)

kurt.

The poor lighting in the room was half of the culprit to Oliver’s suspicious appearance.  It made it hard to see his face, but the other half of the cause was Oliver himself.  Kurt was still getting the hang of some of the smaller changes, but Oliver has been this way for a long time.  He let his veins darken and his flesh looked like a sickly grey.  It was harder to be noticed creeping around at night if he was darker, though he had no need for it now and was turning back to a human color.  Kurt always thought it made him look like a reptile.

He paused when Blaine grabbed his wrist, straightening his back and pushing the hair out of his face with his free hand.  He wasn’t intimidated by a human, but he didn’t doubt that Blaine meant business.  It was an impressive fire he was radiating.  His eyes flickered between Blaine and Kurt before he cracked a grin.  “I see the appeal.”  He mused, voice hushed.  “Don’t worry, handsome, he’ll be back later-”

“He can speak for himself and is right here.”  Kurt mumbled.  He never saw Blaine like this before, which was understandable considering he never had a reason like this, but still he wasn’t exactly surprised by either of them and sat up with a sigh.  He set his hand on Blaine’s, looked him in the eye, and remained as calm as possible as his attempt at reassurance.

The longer he held onto Oliver’s wrist, the more disgusted he felt.  There stood the reason why Kurt left.  Inside his room. Threatening to take Kurt away–again. “Who said he was leaving now,” he whispered back wishing his razor sharp words had the ability to actually cut.  Blaine should have let go of the ‘man’ that was turning him sicker by the moment just being in contact with but instead that want to hurt him as badly as he hurt him–and Kurt–had Blaine gripping tighter for before he felt Kurt’s hand.  Something in his resolve broke with the touch. The fire in his stare flickered, not dying out, but dimmed instantly.

Whether it was the fact that he his palm was just a small buffer between Kurt touching that thing and him and the fact that Blaine couldn’t stand the idea of Kurt coming into contact with him? –Even if he’d already done it.  Blaine liked to ignore and drown the idea before it ever had the chance to become something more real.–  Or something else entirely?

Oliver was released and Blaine laced his fingers with the pale ones that jarred him out of his blood starting to boil hotter than he’d felt it in years.  He wasn’t the type to hate people. Hate was a word that was rarely used in his vocabulary of what he was capable of but he hated him and would NEVER be ashamed to let Oliver see the loathing glaring up from below. He begged whispered, “Tell him he doesn’t belong here.  You do and you’re going to stay.  Please–Kurt?”  –Please don’t leave.  Not with him.–

kurt.

The figure in the room quietly shut the door behind himself and grinned. How cute. Kurt hadn’t moved a muscle all night, still breathing calmly and wrapped around Blaine. The figure, Oliver, stood beside the bed and slid his hands into his pockets. For a long moment, he just stood there and watched them. But the moment could not last and he reached down to gently grab one of Kurt’s arms and bent over to whisper to him. “Time to head out.”

Kurt looked innocent when he slept, and he was a deep sleeper.  His instincts had improved though, he was easier to wake now.  His eyes barely opened before he was lazily pulling himself away, simply knowing.  Still close to Blaine and not moving further, he rubbed at his eyes.  “Just a little longer..”  He mumbled.  Oliver was not without empathy; he’s loved and lost before, but they could only stay for so long.  It was boring to sit in the hall while everyone slept and being spotted would make him look like a creeper.

Blaine hardly slept a wink the entire night.  He dozed now and then when the sound of Kurt’s breathing and the warmth of his body lulled him to closing his eyes and drifting of.  Yet never hit much of a deep sleep at all.  The fear of waking up alone wasn’t going to let him get too much rest.  That and who knew when he’d be given the chance to hold Kurt like this again?  Deep down he wasn’t convinced that each time Kurt left, he’d come back.  Every walk away from him could be the last.  He’d been so used to the hole in his stomach that opened up when Kurt disappeared that he just dealt with it now.  Living like this couldn’t last forever.  He wasn’t sure how much more of it could take.

One more day, one more time.  Over and over.  Blaine knew it was a horrible thing to do to himself but one look at Kurt had him convinced that he could keep going, keep holding out and holding on.  Every ounce of common sense he had told him that he shouldn’t but he would because he loved him.  Letting him go wasn’t possible.  That’s why he was half awake when the door opened and why after Kurt mumbled, the figure beside the bed found his wrist firmly gripped and a pair of blazing darkened hazel eyes glaring up at him.  Wide and full of a warning. No matter what it was.  IT wasn’t taking Kurt. Not yet.  Unless it got through him. Blaine slowly shook his head not voicing it but making the ‘No’ clear as the early morning sunshine coming through the curtain.

he’s definitely naked.

Kurt glared at him when he said that, though it was all in playful banter, then couldn’t help but laugh when Blaine corrected himself about what his definitive favorite thing was. “Oh, I know honey. It’s my brownies, is it not? Come now, come clean.” He didn’t even let him retort to that but instead their bodies molded together perfectly as his arms went around Blaine when he laid atop of him, then he narrowed his eyes and hummed. “Is that right? So I give the decree, but I’m not the one that has to do all the job? My, this is a rare kind of monarchy then.” He ran his fingers through his own hair when the halo fell to the ground, then looked at him and smirked. “Then how about you let me start, Sir, Blaine?” he practically crooned, then rolled Blaine on his back so that it would be easier for him to pull back and stand up, the tent around them tall enough for him to do that. 

Slowly, his fingers worked around the hem of his tank, his hips swaying sultry to a music that only Kurt seemed to hear, then he pulled it out of his head and did a little spin for Blaine to see, his lean but strong torso displayed for him; he then reached down to the waistband of his sweats and turned around, his back now to Blaine and his hips still moving, and it was that same movement that helped pull his sweats down, his butt moving sinfully for his man to see. Since he wasn’t wearing any briefs, by the time he was done he stood there naked, and as he turned around to fully face Blaine, he placed his hand on his hip and grinned. “Now how’s that…, sir?”

“I guess I better confess now,” Blaine sighed dramatically looking pathetically guilty for all the world–or maybe just Kurt since they were home alone–to see. Long lashes blinked over sorrowful eyes as he squeezed Kurt tight as though he was trying to keep him from running away.  Confessions of this sort?  They were the slayers of relationships, the breakers of trust. Or just totally hammed up for fun.  “I’m only in this for your baking and that one spaghetti dish you make that’s just,” his eyes rolled back as he groaned in unabashed delight, “too good to live without.”  A happy laugh bubbled out of him, his ear to ear grin full of teeth and squinty eyes. “It’s an Anderson take over of your Hummel Monarchy.  Should have warned you.  We’re highly skilled at usurping when you least expect—-it,” his voice shifted to a whisper once his back hit the blankets.  Kurt first?  Like he’d be dumb enough to stop him.

Blaine lifted onto his elbows grinning around his front teeth indenting the edge of his lip as Kurt began to sway to the beat of whatever song only he could hear.  Was he about to get a—yep. Kurt full on giving a strip tease that left Blaine sitting upright with a dumbfounded look. Reminding himself to wet his lips once Kurt faced him–mouth breathing through a slackjaw can do that to a person–, hazel eyes traveled up the length of his fiance’s body and stopped once he found the familiar shade of expectant blue staring down at him.  “Uhm..  T-that’s great,” he paused and blinked dim-wittedly, “I mean..”  –English, Blaine.  Try speaking it.–  He tried again but an impulsive double take over Kurt’s frame did absolutely no good for his effort.  “Perfect,” he breathed deep and finally got out, “Why are you so beautiful,” he didn’t expect an answer just shook his head and decided he should pull his shirt off and start catching up to the whole spend-the-day-naked decree.

please be there.

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( TEXT; blaine ❤ ) Saturday’s great! Say 7 or so?
( TEXT; blaine ❤ ) We’ll have to play it by ear, being that NYC
                                   is the city that never sleeps. I’m not sure
                                   how much shut eye I’ll get after the buzz
                                   of the show /and before I’m on call the
                                   following morning.
( TEXT; blaine ❤ ) Maybe I can invest in those five hour energies.

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( mssg » kurt | sent )  7 works!  I can’t wait.  I miss you, Kurt.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) The city might never sleep but you need to. It’ll be there when you wake up.  Please take care of yourself.  Get some rest.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) No five hour energies.  Those things are awful for you.  If you’re awake enough to log on?  Great!  If not?  I’ll make sure to be there next time.

kurt.

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( — 4 HOURS LATER — )
( TEXT; blaine ❤ ) Hey, sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner!
                                   I was held up in a meeting.
( TEXT; blaine ❤ ) Also, change of plans! Isabelle invited me to
                                  this underground fashion show Friday night.
                                  It’s super on the down low and it’s a once in a
                                  lifetime opportunity, so please don’t hate me.
( TEXT; blaine ❤ ) Mind postponing?

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey!  It’s alright!  Gave me time to get through most of my day.  Still a couple classes left.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh?  Super down low fashion show invites already?  Look at you.  On your way to taking vogue.com by storm.   Yeah.  Sure.  We can postpone.  You shouldn’t miss a chance like that just to hang out with me.  I’ll always be here.  Chances like that won’t.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Saturday fit better for your schedule?

kurt.

Kurt gave a small nod and didn’t try to keep his eyes open anymore. Instead he shifted lazily, tangling their legs together as if making it trickier to slip out unnoticed would stop him from leaving. He didn’t want to go. He made his choice that night, but he didn’t count on this. Where his heart stood was as much of a mystery to Kurt as it was to anyone else. He knew that Blaine loved him though. Loved him so much to wait all this time, and still welcome him back with knowledge of Kurt’s choice.
Maybe it was a double edge sword- not truly a good thing. He’d have to leave whether he wanted to or not and he’d do so knowing that someone else was putting all else aside for him. That was painful.

It was a nice punishment for what he’s done.  Not that he felt particularly guilty before his return, about Blaine or anyone else for that matter. The price is being paid however.  “Thank you..”  He whispered.  Kurt drifted off easily.  He’d hope Blaine would to, but had he been more awake, he would know how difficult that might be for him.  When the sun was starting to rise, the door was unlocked by a couple of paper clips and slowly opened.

Blaine kept carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair smiling broadly when Kurt tangled their legs together.  It might be dumb but he felt his heart flutter with hope.  If Kurt was promising to stay by giving him something physical as proof?  Then he had to care. Didn’t he? Otherwise, why would it matter to him?  Kurt wouldn’t be so comfortable without some sort of trust and emotion backing it up.  That’s not how he worked.  Or the Kurt Before worked.

Minutes flicked by on the clock beside the bed.  An hour and a half of listening to Kurt breathing as he sang random lyrics that popped into his mind against his temple in a low, almost whisper already went by.  Hazel eyes stayed open refusing to shut so he could watch him sleep with a softness reserved only for the man in his arms.  He’d taken the chance to wrap them completely around Kurt holding him close and tight enough that there was no doubt in his mind this wasn’t pretend.
As the night started to fade with the wash of sunrise, Blaine let himself doze off.  A light sleep where the smallest movement would wake him up every time he felt one.  The door moving made him moan and lick his lips, lashes fluttering and threatening to open.  Mumbling incoherently and instinctively moving closer to Kurt, he buried his nose into Kurt’s throat lazily opening his eyelids only to have them fall shut again.  Tiredness fighting as he began to drift out of sleep during those first barely audible noises.

✉

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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.  @offtherekurt

( mssg » kurt | deleted ) Hey, Kurt.  I need to say this.  I keep trying.  I’ve written and rewritten this message half a dozen times in different ways.  I never send it.  I doubt I will this time.  Who knows?  My nerve might last long enough.  I tell myself that every time I do this. I’m going to hit send.  I’m going to tell you everything I need to say and hope you tell me I’m being ridiculous. That you laugh at me and stop this spiral we’re on because I’m making it up in my head.  I probably won’t give you the chance to read this and it’ll end up deleted like the others. I’m too scared you won’t take it.  I miss you.  You promised me that you wouldn’t say goodbye but goodbye is more than a word.  Goodbye comes in silence.  In phone calls that go instantly to voicemail. Or worse?  After a couple rings.  Goodbye is unanswered and forgotten Skype meets every Friday night like we promised.  It’s me talking to you but you not hearing me anymore.  I’m trying so hard to be patient for you.  Meet me halfway?  The distance between us is getting too far.  It’s starting to feel like I can never hope to catch up to you before you forget about me forever.  I love you.  I’m here waiting for you.  Please come back.  Not to Lima, not that.  Come back to us.
( mssg » kurt | sent )  Hey, gorgeous!  How’s the hottest vogue intern in New York City?   See you on Skype Friday?  Time to pick a new binge watch show.  Your turn.  I’ll bring the ice cream. You bring the Clear Eyes and caffeine.  I love you. -Blaine

kurt.

It was surprisingly easy to sleep regularly. Kurt expected demons to be insomniacs or not need sleep at all, but they weren’t and they did and even after he started killing he didn’t loose a blink. He hoped tonight would prove surprising as well and he’d just not have to open his eyes until someone woke him. “You’re not an idiot Blaine..” He inhaled sharply. “The night before I left, I stood outside your house until you turned your light off to sleep. It sounds creepy like that,” He chuckled briefly and weakly. “but, I wanted to make sure you were you were safe and sleeping.” He sighed, absently tracing small circles on Blaine’s back with his fingertips.
“I hadn’t talked to anyone besides him all day. I thought if everyone could go one day without a word from me then they could get used to it and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty. I don’t really understand it myself…” He trailed off. He’s pretty sure he chose this story to prove he was dumber than Blaine could possibly be, but he was starting to just mumble as sleep beckoned.

Blaine carded his fingers through Kurt’s hair until he was cupping the back of his head as he listened. A crease of disbelief and hurt formed between his eyebrows as he lifted up on one elbow. Unsure of what to say, Blaine nodded letting fingers graze from Kurt’s hairline to his cheek.  Kurt should have knocked on the door.  Hearing he was within feet of preventing all of this from happening by coming to him?  Instead of choosing to disappear and become–what he was–?  He tried to laugh when Kurt did but couldn’t.  Only a smile came out of the effort but it faded quickly.

Kurt left anyway, choosing that path.  Not the one that lead him up the steps to a pair of arms that would always be waiting for him and to the person who loved him more than anything.  Kurt was wrong. Blaine knew he was an idiot.  Why?  Wasn’t it easy?

Who else other than an idiot would know the truth and suffer through the distance leading up to Kurt leaving that had him questioning everything about himself and only be able to say that ‘loved’ was the wrong word?  He wasn’t happy with Kurt’s choice, not anywhere close. Anger was only a step away and he felt it lingering in the background building up to something he kept ignoring because he was too afraid that if he let it out?  Kurt would be gone and the one emotion he felt above anything else?  That love would break him apart worse if he lost it this go round. Then again?  It was hard to lose something he didn’t even know if he had, wasn’t it? Blaine still wasn’t able to figure that part out.  If Kurt loved him or didn’t.  It was a question he was too afraid to ask. “I could never get used to being without you, Kurt,” he whispered.  “You aren’t that easy for me to let go, you know?”  But–Kurt was mumbling groggily and Blaine wasn’t going to keep pushing.  “Not tonight.  We don’t need to talk about it.  You’re tired.  I’ve got you,” his arm wrapped firmly around Kurt’s middle and pulled him close. “Get some sleep.”

stay.

Kurt closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  “I’ll stay.”  He wouldn’t.  He might not even choose to leave – he suspected Oliver would come and carry him out if he falls asleep – but he would have to all the same.  He wondered if Blaine knew that he might wake up alone. Kurt wondered which would be better.  “Why do you want me here..?”  He breathed.

Blaine wouldn’t let him leave.  Not if he had to fight off sleep tooth and nail.  He needed Kurt to stay.  Watching him go not knowing when or if he’d see him again was becoming such a regular heartache.  He wasn’t sure how much more of it he could stand.  Unknowing. That’s killed him most. They always knew so much.  About each other.  Their present.  Their future.  Blaine lost everything he knew once.  Then he got it back, or so he thought, only to lose it again.  If this was the last string he could tie between then that could make Kurt stay and listen?  He was so determined that take what he could get.  “Because I don’t know if watching you leave is something I can handle tonight,” he answered honestly without pulling away from the curve of Kurt’s throat.  “I know I should let you but there’s so much of me that can’t.  What’s that say about me?  I’m an idiot.  Aren’t I?”

his royal highness.
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The moment that Blaine said something about ‘being right back’, Kurt couldn’t help but laugh soundly at that. What could he have thought about now, more than to come up with that awesome idea for a blanket fort right in the middle of their apartment? With Rachel and Sam gone, space was something that now had to spare, and of course, for spur of the moment things, like a blanket fort.

A bit bummed about the idea of not being able to see his dad for the holidays, Blaine had came up with an idea to cheer him; and as his fiancè placed that strand of lights on his head, he knew he had an amazing idea. “Oh my… I now decree that one Blaine Anderson will be banned to use clothes whilst inside the apartment henceforth” he said, sounding almost like the Queen, accent and all, then he giggled and put his arms around him. “It’s not childish at all. It was an amazing idea.” He smiled and shook his head. “Sometimes I just can’t believe how good you are to me. How easily you make me smile.”

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“Do you,” he volleyed back to the imp, also known as his fiance’, that was stretched out beside him.  He tried to pull off a suspicious glare and was unable to get rid of the smile to fully pull it off.  Blaine huffed and removed the strand of lights from the top of His Highnesses head and scooted into the arms that wrapped around him knowing by instinct where to fit exactly along Kurt’s frame without having to look. Busying himself during the tug with making a floppy circle pinched together at the middle feeling Kurt settling in close, he chewed on his bottom lip in concentration.

“Ah-ha!”  Kurt received such a sly grin as he held a mock halo above his head.  “That, Kurt,” their eyes met and he felt his heart beat faster–it always did when that reconnection was made no matter how many times, looking back always felt like this–, “is because I like making you smile. I’m pretty sure it’s my favorite thing.”  Er?–He thought about what he said and corrected himself with a devil’s twinkle to his eyes that made his implication no mystery, “Second favorite thing to do with you.” Letting Kurt keep him firmly in place, Blaine flicked his halo.  “Back to business. Your Highness has been trumped by Heavenly decree that if he wants me to be without clothes?  His Majesty’s going to have to remove them. Followed by his own. Or on they shall stay.”  As soon as he made the demand backed up with an ‘I’m waiting on you’ smirk and kissed Kurt’s nose? He cracked up hard.  The halo fell and was forgotten.  Not his point though!  No way.  If he was going to be naked?  He wasn’t going to be the only one.

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