my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I do want you too. I want to be at home with you, and I want to stay with you and be with you all the time.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) We need this Blaine. We need to be separate for a day, take a fresh breath of air, and then we’re going to meet at home, maybe at a hotel, we could reenact our hotel meeting a year ago.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Then why do you
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sorry. I didn’t mean to send that.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Sounds great. I’m sure Sam will be over the moon to get some serious game time in. I should go. I love you. Text me when you’re ready.

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I love you more than anything, you know that, right? I love being with you, and I love being able to wake up to you. I love being able to see you. But as much as I love everything, I love my space. I think maybe what we should do is stay at separate places for a day or two, maybe not see each other, and then we can come back together. I’m sure when we come back together, it will be so much better.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. I love you too. I love doing all of that with you. That’s all I’ve been waiting for is to be with you. But you don’t want me to come home?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I mean
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sure. A couple of days may be what we need. I can call Mercedes and Sam. It shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll go get a few things to take over there before you’re home.

Kinda Fun

kurt.

Kurt smiles a little softly. If anything, Blaine was trustworthy. He knew that. He was also more forgiving than he should be of Kurt, but that was neither here nor there as far as Kurt’s concerned. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not he could trust his family, it was a matter of how they would look at him. How dangerous it might be to tell them. What happens when someone is stressed and worried and lets it slip what he was? They’d look insane. Or he would, if the fact he said it first came out as well. Not that he would be fine with Blaine in such a scenario, but he trusts him not to say a word no matter what. Finn might do it. He doesn’t want to ask Burt not to tell Carole or vise versa, and he’s not positive what she would do either. Maybe this all has ruined his trust in people.

He chuckles at the joke and maintains his smile despite Blaine’s next question. “The distance we’re allowed is pretty far already. Another week or so and I can leave the state if I wanted. He’s not lurking around the neighborhood I promise.” He says it lightly, taking another bite. “I wouldn’t trust him not to barge in here thinking he’s funny.” Kurt rolls his eyes.

Making Kurt laugh any amount filled Blaine with more joy than anything he could think of. That was always the case. Now that he was back and with all that happened since then and before? It meant even more to him than it did when they first met and he went to any length he had to just to see Kurt’s face and eyes come to life with laughter and a smile. He watched him like it was the first time and the last time it would happen, gaze dancing from Kurt’s blue eyes to his smile and back. It made the ache in his belly that his question killed his appetite with ebb just enough that taking another bite was impossible to turn away.

Was it misplaced hope and relief that he received that answer with? He couldn’t help feeling both. He did. Both rushed in removing layers of bricks he felt on his shoulders that were becoming impossibly harder to bear the weight of. “Really,” he asked with a rising pitch to his voice he wished wasn’t there. He swallowed it down with more breakfast and a hearty gulp of orange juice. Exhaling through his nose and letting his head tilt to the side–he tried to sound as casual as possible. “What’s it like? How you are now. What’s different? Besides the obvious.”

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Well, Mr. Anderson, I think you may have just convinced me enough to play hookie from school. You should consider that an achievement. I will be holding you to that though, mark my words. Stripes. You’ve always looked fantastic in stripes, no matter how it’s worn.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Did I, Mr. Hummel? Well. I consider it an achievement that deserves a trophy. Or.. You know what would be even better? I think you holding me to my words is EXACTLY what I deserve for stealing you from the halls of finer education for..um..extracurricular activities.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh? I do? Alright! Stripes it is. You don’t have to tell me twice.

kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine, listen to me. I’m marrying you. We have our whole lives to catch up what we lost. I’m just saying I need time for myself. Me time isn’t a bad thing. You should take some me time too, it’s healthy for couples, or at least that’s what Elliott’s said, and someone like Oprah, pretty sure anyways. Don’t be sorry.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I love you, okay?

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know it isn’t a bad thing. I didn’t mean to imply that I thought it was. I guess I just forgot for a while because I’ve been too wrapped up in being around you to notice what I was doing. You’re right and so is Elliott and/or Oprah or whoever. I’ll back off and give you some room to breathe before I suffocate you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I love you, too. So so much.

kurt.

Kurt couldn’t help but giggle a little at the way Blaine’s eyebrows went down, feeling his heart leap and do flips at the way it made the other boy look so cute, so handsome, so… God, he was going to have to control himself or he was going to melt into a puddle at this point, and he couldn’t do that. As soon as Blaine’s hand reached for him, he returned the favor, slipping his hand gracefully into the other’s. It felt perfect, and Kurt held back a tiny whimper at just how right it felt, like his hand belonged in Blaine’s, that he belonged there, following after him.

“An impromptu performance sounds perfect,” He stated, then turned red and quickly babbled, “I mean, for an excuse of course. Not that it’s going to be a performance or anything, obviously and that’s not what I meant at all. I mean, not that I would mind but that sounds dirty and I really didn’t mean it that way and just…” He stopped and cleared his throat and quickly added, “Maybe one day we can sing together, right? I mean, I would like that, if you would, but… yes, one class missed won’t be bad at all.”

Blaine felt his breath catch–hazel eyes brightly twinkling as they were drawn towards the sight of pale skin contrasting the more olive of his own. He stared–only for a moment–then blinked rapidly to knock himself back to the present rather than stay frozen in time when such a simple gesture made everything else come to a stop. “G-Great.! Glad you agree on the excuse!” Only a handful of seconds that left him with an awestruck, blank expression that quickly morphed into a cheeky grin and quiet laugh. Whatever that was–Blaine kept hold of Kurt’s hand even as he shifted around and it meant he had to tuck his arm over Kurt’s and hold the other boy’s against his side. He wasn’t going to let it go for anything. Not even Kurt babbling to try and get out what was on his mind. Especially not then.

Their shoulders touched as he swerved them around a corner towards a long hallway with a set of double doors at the end but came to a pleasantly surprised stop. Kurt wanted to sing with him? Of course the answer was–. “Yes. Yes, I’d love that. Whenever and wherever you want,” his thumb made a circle against the side of Kurt’s hand and he had to remind himself where they were going. A shake of his head and a bashful smile to the ceiling later–they were on their way. “Promise not to judge me too hard for what I’m about to do,” with his free hand–he dug out a small keyring from his bag and stopped by the doors. “This was given to me by Wes. No, I didn’t steal it.” He fully planned on taking Kurt’s hand again but had to let it go to hold the handle and quickly unlock the door to reveal a dusty set of stairs. “I’m not sure how on limits this place is but no one’s chased us out yet so–.” Taking Kurt’s hand back–Blaine lead him inside and let the door close behind them checking to see if Kurt was okay to follow with a questioning ‘you okay with this’ blink.

who’s naked?!?!

( mssg » blaine | sent ) You and Santana are nude at the bridge?! Blaine, put your clothes back on right now. I’m on my way now, leaving the house now. Just stay there and i’ll get you. Then we’re going to go home, get you in the shower, and put you to bed.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Nakehd?! what? Whoe said thye were naked? lmy clothes are on! i saaid we’re under tihe bridge singing..nevermind! ouer clothecs are on our bodies. that i can wpromise you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) what ilf i don’t want to go to bed? maybe i wanna get frisky. e>:)

kurt.

Shit. This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go. Kurt looked up at Blaine from where he was sat on the floor and felt an embarrassed blush rise on his cheeks. This didn’t look bizarre at all… “Um..” His eyes flickered between his roommate and the still burning feather between his fingers- Kurt blew out that flame first, followed by the candle.

Thank god he wasn’t doing anything actually important…

“I’m- it’s nothing! Really just something to um…” Nope, no excuses come to mind. An odd smelling candle sure, but using it to burn things, the straw sitting beside him waiting to be added to the flame, the little white notebook open with instructions, not so much. “I got nothing.” His shoulders dropped and he sighed. Kurt started to pick up his supplies, nerves just concealed while he pulls out the drawer under his bed, moves the folded blanket sitting on top to reveal the rest of his various herbs and candles and rocks, and puts away what can be used later.

Oh it looked very bizarre. That was for certain. The look of stunned, awkward ‘what did I just walk in on?’ on Blaine’s face said it all. He was trying to piece together the scene and make some sort of sense of it. Bewilderedly looking from object to object as Kurt scrambled to blow out the candle–he paused to give the panicked boy a flick of a glance. Seriously? What did he just walk in on?

Was he practicing voodoo or witchcraft or something?

“Something to—what exactly,” he palmed the look away seeing Kurt deflate and quickly feeling sorry for his initial reaction causing him to feel so self-conscious. Okay, this was weird but he didn’t need to look like he caught Kurt doing anything bad. Because this wasn’t bad, was it? “Yeah. I got nothing either. Sorry. I just didn’t expect– Wow! That’s a lot of stuff.” Wherever he was going with this, the display that Kurt pulled the blanket away to reveal kind of zapped that thought. Inching closer–Blaine rested his hand on Kurt’s shoulder to get his attention. “So–that’s what that weird smell was,” he gave him a nervous little laugh trying to get the point across to not be so embarrassed. He just had questions is all. But would keep them to himself until Kurt didn’t want to go hide under a rock.

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh have you? You have my attention, Mr. Anderson. I may have to miss my last class of the day just so I can find out more about this idea about bowties and scarves. I’m sure whatever your idea is i’m 100% okay doing [ 😉 ] I have about 15 minutes left with this class and i’ll head home?

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have, Mr. Hummel. You know, playing hookie for one day wouldn’t hurt anyone. I’ll even help you catch up the work you might miss and I’m sure I can make it worth your trouble. Great! Maybe between now and then you can help me make some very crucial decisions. First one. Paisley or stripes?

record scratch noise.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) You sprained your ankle?! Do we need to take you to the hospital or anything? I can get on the plane tonight and get there like ASAP if you need me to?

( mssg » blaine | sent ) So. I’ve kinda missed you a lot. Being home and not having you here has been kind of hard. I normally wouldn’t do this, but… [ X ]

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I was mostly joking but I did give the wall a good kick and hopped the last couple steps in here? I’ll be fine! Don’t rush ba
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt?! Oh God.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I? That? You just stole every last ounce of oxygen and coherent thought I had. Pretty sure there was a noise that just came out of my mouth without any lowering it whatsoever. It’s not fair to want you this bad and not have that body here to touch. How are you so beautiful?