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ladydreamer) wrote2012-04-29 10:50 am
ladydreamer) wrote2012-04-29 10:50 am
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Title: Babblings
Title: Babblings, and Other Things
Pair: Klaine (forever)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1110
Summary: Blaine frets, Kurt babbles, and the boys have a proper make-up.
AN: Please no hate for any characters besides Sebastian, okay? I wrote this because I needs it. I needs moar. And to get to work on papers!!!
When Kurt’s phone buzzes in class, Blaine looks at it anxiously. He rolls his eyes back and tries to remind himself that this is over. This terrible week where everything came to a head and Blaine was sure, just sure, that Kurt was moving on without him and had found another guy who he liked better and they would go to New York together and get married (legally!) and do Broadway and have cute little babies with a surrogate... It was over.
But not quite. He still feels a pang of worry and sadness, seeing the phone vibrating along the table. Partially because he never thought Kurt would be capable of doing something like that, but that isn’t the worst part.
When Blaine connected for himself that this was exactly what he’d put Kurt through not too long ago with Sebastian? That was the worst part. This guy he didn’t really know or have feelings for, but who gave him the ego fluffing that he was wanting. It isn’t that Kurt doesn’t complement him. He does. He gives him daily, easy support. Flowers. Stuffed animals. Complements on his performances. He changed the oil in Blaine’s car, for goodness sakes. (Even if that had been the end result of Blaine not listening to Kurt’s nagging about proper car maintenance, but Blaine would totally do it again because Kurt is so sexy with his hair a mess and streaks of grease across his immaculate skin.)
Blaine is used to a different kind of attention, though, and when he’d moved to a school where not everyone adored, or even liked him and Kurt started treating him more like a partner and less like a Teenage Dream... It was nice to hear the effusive affection from Sebastian, even if he’d never intended on acting on it.
Blaine doesn’t like any of this, now. He doesn’t like realizing that he’d let Sebastian flirt, he doesn’t like knowing now how badly Sebastian was treating Kurt, and he doesn’t like that Kurt said so little about it. A guy flirty-texted Kurt for a few days, and Blaine blew like an emotional geyser, complete with a dramatic break-up, because he just couldn’t control how it made him feel.
Kurt didn’t blow up. He didn’t sing an angry song to the club about Blaine. He didn’t do anything with his pain and emotions, the same ones Blaine knows so well now.
Except maybe let them fester into a mental illness, or fiercer snark. He’d bitched, of course. He’d let Blaine know that he did not like Sebastian at all, hinted that Sebastian was a bad guy, that they didn’t get along. All in all, though, Kurt tolerated it, and Blaine...
He really wishes that Kurt had just blown up at him. Shown him how much he hurt. Made Blaine understand and feel bad then. Because maybe if he’d done that, Blaine would have stopped. They would have fought, and made up. Kurt wouldn’t have had to still felt hurt because of Sebastian months later. He wouldn’t have let this new guy into his life...
Or maybe not. Maybe it still would have happened. Maybe Blaine could have stopped himself. Yeah. He should have stopped it himself, listened when Kurt complained, and then maybe... What if, what if, what if...
That afternoon, Blaine slips out of practice as soon as he can, then waits in Kurt’s driveway with flowers, and tears making his eyes shine. He’s been an emotional disaster this week, and he wants, needs, to hold his boyfriend and make Kurt understand. Maybe it got through in Ms. Pillsbury’s office, but Blaine just can’t handle Kurt not knowing how much he is loved and adored. And now Blaine, tentatively, is trying to not worry about the future, which Kurt has in his head all sewn up as them together forever amen.
When Kurt pulls up, there are no euphemisms. He leaves the car slowly, tilting his head as he takes in the sight of Blaine there. Then his eyes light on the flowers, and he dashes over, grabs both sides of Blaine’s face, and kisses him so fiercely that Blaine forgets to breathe for a moment. When Blaine catches himself, he touches Kurt’s arm and looks at him. Then Blaine drops onto a knee, watches Kurt’s eyes bulge, and tells him all he is feeling, how much he hurt from what Kurt did, and how much he hates that he caused Kurt the same pain.
Kurt’s lips try to form around a joke, but the words get caught in his traitor throat. His eyes are shining, too, now. He grabs Blaine’s hand and pulls him inside. They make it as far as the sofa before their hands are all over one another. Panting and raw, they can barely contain themselves, in more ways than one. They grind against one another with naked need. It has been too long.
The sounds of guys in the kitchen drive them upstairs, where Kurt begins shimmying out of his layers at a rapid pace. Blaine’s face warms with a smile, and he moves in to kiss along Kurt’s firm chest, along his collarbone, up his neck.
“I love you so much,” Kurt murmurs as he lays back on the bed.
Blaine jerks down Kurt’s tight jeans with an effort. Their eyes meet.
“You are so gorgeous it makes my insides ache,” Blaine manages, sounding a bit hoarse to himself.
“Oh.” Kurt fans himself. “Okay, that was a good one. The text you sent earlier kind of made me laugh. Well, laugh and blush, actually. But, uh, I will never complain about being called gorgeous!”
“Oh, hush.”
“I babble. I’m a babbler,” Kurt says as he pushes his hands through Blaine’s hair. Their noses touch. His hips roll upward against Blaine’s jeans.
“Oh.” Blaine blushes, feeling Kurt hard against him. A testament to Kurt’s continued... interest.
“You are so handsome,” Kurt says quietly, like he is making a vow. “You make me weak, Blaine. You make me... I... Even after a year, I still want to be around you all the time, bask in your glory, and do my babblings... and other things. I think too much. I think.”
“I love your babblings.” Blaine sits back on his heels, unbuttoning his pants. He reaches for the nightstand with the other hand. “But let’s do the other things right now.”
Pair: Klaine (forever)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1110
Summary: Blaine frets, Kurt babbles, and the boys have a proper make-up.
AN: Please no hate for any characters besides Sebastian, okay? I wrote this because I needs it. I needs moar. And to get to work on papers!!!
When Kurt’s phone buzzes in class, Blaine looks at it anxiously. He rolls his eyes back and tries to remind himself that this is over. This terrible week where everything came to a head and Blaine was sure, just sure, that Kurt was moving on without him and had found another guy who he liked better and they would go to New York together and get married (legally!) and do Broadway and have cute little babies with a surrogate... It was over.
But not quite. He still feels a pang of worry and sadness, seeing the phone vibrating along the table. Partially because he never thought Kurt would be capable of doing something like that, but that isn’t the worst part.
When Blaine connected for himself that this was exactly what he’d put Kurt through not too long ago with Sebastian? That was the worst part. This guy he didn’t really know or have feelings for, but who gave him the ego fluffing that he was wanting. It isn’t that Kurt doesn’t complement him. He does. He gives him daily, easy support. Flowers. Stuffed animals. Complements on his performances. He changed the oil in Blaine’s car, for goodness sakes. (Even if that had been the end result of Blaine not listening to Kurt’s nagging about proper car maintenance, but Blaine would totally do it again because Kurt is so sexy with his hair a mess and streaks of grease across his immaculate skin.)
Blaine is used to a different kind of attention, though, and when he’d moved to a school where not everyone adored, or even liked him and Kurt started treating him more like a partner and less like a Teenage Dream... It was nice to hear the effusive affection from Sebastian, even if he’d never intended on acting on it.
Blaine doesn’t like any of this, now. He doesn’t like realizing that he’d let Sebastian flirt, he doesn’t like knowing now how badly Sebastian was treating Kurt, and he doesn’t like that Kurt said so little about it. A guy flirty-texted Kurt for a few days, and Blaine blew like an emotional geyser, complete with a dramatic break-up, because he just couldn’t control how it made him feel.
Kurt didn’t blow up. He didn’t sing an angry song to the club about Blaine. He didn’t do anything with his pain and emotions, the same ones Blaine knows so well now.
Except maybe let them fester into a mental illness, or fiercer snark. He’d bitched, of course. He’d let Blaine know that he did not like Sebastian at all, hinted that Sebastian was a bad guy, that they didn’t get along. All in all, though, Kurt tolerated it, and Blaine...
He really wishes that Kurt had just blown up at him. Shown him how much he hurt. Made Blaine understand and feel bad then. Because maybe if he’d done that, Blaine would have stopped. They would have fought, and made up. Kurt wouldn’t have had to still felt hurt because of Sebastian months later. He wouldn’t have let this new guy into his life...
Or maybe not. Maybe it still would have happened. Maybe Blaine could have stopped himself. Yeah. He should have stopped it himself, listened when Kurt complained, and then maybe... What if, what if, what if...
That afternoon, Blaine slips out of practice as soon as he can, then waits in Kurt’s driveway with flowers, and tears making his eyes shine. He’s been an emotional disaster this week, and he wants, needs, to hold his boyfriend and make Kurt understand. Maybe it got through in Ms. Pillsbury’s office, but Blaine just can’t handle Kurt not knowing how much he is loved and adored. And now Blaine, tentatively, is trying to not worry about the future, which Kurt has in his head all sewn up as them together forever amen.
When Kurt pulls up, there are no euphemisms. He leaves the car slowly, tilting his head as he takes in the sight of Blaine there. Then his eyes light on the flowers, and he dashes over, grabs both sides of Blaine’s face, and kisses him so fiercely that Blaine forgets to breathe for a moment. When Blaine catches himself, he touches Kurt’s arm and looks at him. Then Blaine drops onto a knee, watches Kurt’s eyes bulge, and tells him all he is feeling, how much he hurt from what Kurt did, and how much he hates that he caused Kurt the same pain.
Kurt’s lips try to form around a joke, but the words get caught in his traitor throat. His eyes are shining, too, now. He grabs Blaine’s hand and pulls him inside. They make it as far as the sofa before their hands are all over one another. Panting and raw, they can barely contain themselves, in more ways than one. They grind against one another with naked need. It has been too long.
The sounds of guys in the kitchen drive them upstairs, where Kurt begins shimmying out of his layers at a rapid pace. Blaine’s face warms with a smile, and he moves in to kiss along Kurt’s firm chest, along his collarbone, up his neck.
“I love you so much,” Kurt murmurs as he lays back on the bed.
Blaine jerks down Kurt’s tight jeans with an effort. Their eyes meet.
“You are so gorgeous it makes my insides ache,” Blaine manages, sounding a bit hoarse to himself.
“Oh.” Kurt fans himself. “Okay, that was a good one. The text you sent earlier kind of made me laugh. Well, laugh and blush, actually. But, uh, I will never complain about being called gorgeous!”
“Oh, hush.”
“I babble. I’m a babbler,” Kurt says as he pushes his hands through Blaine’s hair. Their noses touch. His hips roll upward against Blaine’s jeans.
“Oh.” Blaine blushes, feeling Kurt hard against him. A testament to Kurt’s continued... interest.
“You are so handsome,” Kurt says quietly, like he is making a vow. “You make me weak, Blaine. You make me... I... Even after a year, I still want to be around you all the time, bask in your glory, and do my babblings... and other things. I think too much. I think.”
“I love your babblings.” Blaine sits back on his heels, unbuttoning his pants. He reaches for the nightstand with the other hand. “But let’s do the other things right now.”