text — blaine ; Is it weird that I’m strangely excited about the prospect of us being together on Valentine’s Day? text — blaine ; It’s probably weird.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s not weird at all. Honestly, I’m looking forward to it so much that I can barely sleep. Probably why I’m getting this stupid cold. I promise I’ll do my best to get rid of it before you get here. Deal? ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Valentine’s Day is our day.. Having you here just..it means a lot okay? Even if we’re not together.. I get to see you. That’s all that matters.
text — blaine ; I definitely enjoyed hanging out in your family’s kitchen the other weekend. text — blaine ; I think it’s probably best you do the honors. 🙈 text — blaine ; Or we could simply excuse ourselves to go to the bathroom. text — blaine ; Though probably not so much at the same time. We really wouldn’t want things to look too suspicious.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I like the part that happened right after the kitchen even more. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’ll go first. We’re already getting suspicious stares. Might as well leave them wondering what just happened. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) See you in the auditorium. I’d say race you there but you’re trying to not be suspicious which means you’re already past being suspicious to begin with. Have you seen how red you’re getting?
he probably shouldn’t watch horror movies before bed and he definitely should not have slept on the couch. everything hurt. hands rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to rouse himself from the drowsy feeling he had, groaning slightly as his frame rose. as his vision became clearer, he could see blaine and his crooked grin formed. ❛ sorry, man. didn’t mean to give ya the creeps. it’s all good, i’m glad you and him are spendin’ time together. ❛ then again, even normally, finn had always been a sleep talker and at one point, a sleep walker – or so he’d been told by kurt who’d heard him mumbling in his sleep countless times.
as he stood, he realized that blaine had been attempting to leave and he offered a raised brow, but a small grin played about his lips. ❛ not gonna stick around for breakfast ? I mean, after Kurt wakes up we can all go, if you want. unless, you have somethin’ else you gotta do. ❛ finn folded up the cover he was using, placing it on the back of the couch before headed towards the kitchen to grab something to drink, leaving Blaine where he stood.
Arms crossed loosely in front of his chest, Blaine leaned against the doorframe between the living room and the hallway, laughing again when Finn tried to apologize for coming off like America’s worst movie Momma’s boy ever on screen. It was rather adorable to see him still half-awake and that crooked grin was priceless. Quieting down hearing that Finn was happy he was here with Kurt–he instantly felt his face heat up. “Yeah? I… Thank you. It was a great night..and waking up with him was even better.” It’d been a week since Kurt spent the night at his house. Reconnecting and waking up with his boyfriend after an entire week without it? Blaine couldn’t be happier.
“Oh! No!” He perked up and dropped his hand from where it rested on the opposite forearm and slung his thumb towards the door down the hall. “I wasn’t, actually, planning on leaving for good today. I was going to sneak out for coffee to surprise him with. Though waiting for him to wake up and going out with the two of you sounds even better. We could start coffee now if you want. I could even make the two of you breakfast if that sounds better,” he asked watching Finn as he walked past before following behind him. God, he was tall. With no shoes on (they were still by the door)..it was even worse.
A hint of smile crept up on the corners of Kurt’s mouth as his boyfriend’s lips finally met with his own. They had found themselves in this exact position many times before. Having shared many a sleepover ever since before they even first started dating, sharing a bed had really only become natural to them; their usual cuddling and make out sessions typically lasting beyond the hour before either one of them figured now would probably be as good a time as any to finally finish watching the end of the night’s TV episode or movie. This morning, however, any previous worries or concerns about being intimate suddenly seemed silly. Like a far distant memory, slowly but surely fading away in the background. Blaine, ever the gentleman and not once allowing him to feel insecure about any part of his body. Instead, making him feel loved, safe and right at home — exactly where he needed to be.
❛ Just a couple of hours, ❜ Kurt mused, only partially teasing as he allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips; noses nuzzling, toes touching and silently planting another kiss on the outer corner of his boyfriend’s mouth as lips brushed gently against the freshly grown stubble on Blaine’s chin. Feeling positively radiant and cherishing every second as he reveled in their being together; unsure whether he could ever feel any more in love with another human being as he did, right then and there with Blaine.
❛ I think your mom called something about coffee and croissants downstairs. ❜
Blaine didn’t want to move a single inch. Unless it was to get closer to Kurt. Then he might be able to be bargained into inching forward. Not away, though. Not now. There was too much distance between them, in his opinion. No matter how minute it was. He couldn’t look away from the eyes he was deeply lost in and drifting further and further into with every whisper and warm breath that touched his skin with them. Not when their noses touched, not when he smiled brightly after the kiss and he was once again staring back into them. Not when he slid his hand out from underneath the pillow and his fingertips began to trace slow the strip of pale skin along his boyfriend’s neck. Stuck. He was stuck being caught up in this closeness and hinging on every movement, every sound that Kurt made. Blaine didn’t mind one bit.
Laughter. Soft and sweet softened his already gentle gaze. The idea that Kurt was laying here awake for just a couple of hours brought a light hint of pink to his cheeks. “I hope I didn’t say anything weird then. Even though the idea of you laying here all that time without waking me up makes you the weird one.” Teasing him as he wiggled his toes against Kurt’s, Blaine gave up on staying put and allowed himself the only exception to his ‘not budging’ rule. The bridge of his nose fit perfect against the slope of Kurt’s shoulder and throat. One leg wrapped around a slender torso and his arms wrapped around him. Even if he had to slide one underneath him to pull it off. Last night, he became whole. Their connection only grew stronger. Something he didn’t think was possible until he woke up feeling like this. Fate won another round.
“I don’t care. She can wait. I want to be here. Let’s pretend like we didn’t hear.”
( mssg » riley | sent ) Good. Because making you smile makes me smile. ( mssg » riley | sent ) Pretty awesome how that works out, huh? ( mssg » riley | sent ) Want to go have lunch with me today? That way I can make you smile again in person this time. In my humble opinion, that’s even better.
( mssg » santana | sent ) yeah iguess i am ( mssg » santana | sent ) I’m not in a good place right now, drunking was probably a bad idea. ( mssg » santana | sent ) definitely a bad idea. i just why do you have to be gone too?
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