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The first time Blaine says it, Kurt has a mouthful of hot coffee and he almost chokes on it.
"I love you."
He's cut off abruptly from his New York rant, and all he can do is stare at Blaine, who is smiling at him in a really weird way. Kind of like the way people smile at each other in romantic comedies, but better because it's real and sweet and it's Blaine in his extremely bright red sweater, not some over-rated actress with a tan and plucked eyebrows.
Kurt's aware that this might actually be a really big moment and he should probably say something, but he feels a little like he's just been tasered. It's all he can do to swallow the coffee.
Blaine continues smiling gently at him, like whatever he says back won't matter.
But Kurt knows it will matter, and he should open his mouth now and…
The words shoot out of him. "I…love you too?" They come out high and squeaky, well, higher and squeakier than normal, and oh god his voice sounds so forced, so rushed, Blaine must have the wrong impression, he'll think Kurt doesn't really love him, when actually he loves him even more than scarves and Titanic and air itself and maybe he should just grab him by his red-and-white collar and kiss him just to straighten things out but…
He doesn't have to. Blaine just keeps giving him that look, a look that's a cross between a smoulder and a puppy, and Kurt's panic subsides.
He feels a sudden rush of gratefulness. Thank God that he's as gay as a picnic basket, because then he wouldn't have Blaine. Not like he has him now. They belong to each other, in a kind of awkward, seventeen-year-old way, and some day he'll find the words to tell him that without sounding like a complete and utter dickwit.
"You know, when you stop and think about it…Kurt Hummel's had a pretty good year," he says, and he's never spoken truer words.
It could have gone anywhere from there, but Sam and Mercedes show up, obviously hiding something. Kurt's pretty damn sure what it is. After a brief, slightly awkward conversation, they depart, walking awfully close together. Of course, it could just be the crowdedness of the Lima Bean. But Mercedes has that look in her eye.
Kurt goes back to his non-fat mocha, and Blaine starts talking about songs and nominees. Kurt only half-listens to him. He's having an internal debate about whether or not to jump up on the table, rip his jacket off, and sing out all the love he has in him, which would take about as long as an extended German opera.
He decides against it. There is a time and place for showy displays of emotion, and this is just a coffee house. He's got his mocha, and his triangular-eyebrowed boyfriend, and a gorgeous best friend who's finally found someone who deserves her – even if said someone is evidentally just a little bit bi-curious because, come on, the way that boy does his hair, it's obvious – and really, that's all he needs for now.
"I love you."
He's cut off abruptly from his New York rant, and all he can do is stare at Blaine, who is smiling at him in a really weird way. Kind of like the way people smile at each other in romantic comedies, but better because it's real and sweet and it's Blaine in his extremely bright red sweater, not some over-rated actress with a tan and plucked eyebrows.
Kurt's aware that this might actually be a really big moment and he should probably say something, but he feels a little like he's just been tasered. It's all he can do to swallow the coffee.
Blaine continues smiling gently at him, like whatever he says back won't matter.
But Kurt knows it will matter, and he should open his mouth now and…
The words shoot out of him. "I…love you too?" They come out high and squeaky, well, higher and squeakier than normal, and oh god his voice sounds so forced, so rushed, Blaine must have the wrong impression, he'll think Kurt doesn't really love him, when actually he loves him even more than scarves and Titanic and air itself and maybe he should just grab him by his red-and-white collar and kiss him just to straighten things out but…
He doesn't have to. Blaine just keeps giving him that look, a look that's a cross between a smoulder and a puppy, and Kurt's panic subsides.
He feels a sudden rush of gratefulness. Thank God that he's as gay as a picnic basket, because then he wouldn't have Blaine. Not like he has him now. They belong to each other, in a kind of awkward, seventeen-year-old way, and some day he'll find the words to tell him that without sounding like a complete and utter dickwit.
"You know, when you stop and think about it…Kurt Hummel's had a pretty good year," he says, and he's never spoken truer words.
It could have gone anywhere from there, but Sam and Mercedes show up, obviously hiding something. Kurt's pretty damn sure what it is. After a brief, slightly awkward conversation, they depart, walking awfully close together. Of course, it could just be the crowdedness of the Lima Bean. But Mercedes has that look in her eye.
Kurt goes back to his non-fat mocha, and Blaine starts talking about songs and nominees. Kurt only half-listens to him. He's having an internal debate about whether or not to jump up on the table, rip his jacket off, and sing out all the love he has in him, which would take about as long as an extended German opera.
He decides against it. There is a time and place for showy displays of emotion, and this is just a coffee house. He's got his mocha, and his triangular-eyebrowed boyfriend, and a gorgeous best friend who's finally found someone who deserves her – even if said someone is evidentally just a little bit bi-curious because, come on, the way that boy does his hair, it's obvious – and really, that's all he needs for now.
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One Love, One Promise
"Do you think that it's possible for two people to love each other for forever?" Kurt Hummel asked as he wrapped tighter around his boyfriend.
"Of course I think it's possible, but you know what is impossible?" Blaine responded.
"What?"
"Getting to Pigfarts-without a rocket ship, because..."
"It's on Maaaaaars...yeah I got it."
"Normally that one makes you laugh,"
"Yeah, well I was being serious,"
"Sorry, serious face." Blaine whispered.
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think that we will love each other for forever?"
"I think that it is possible, I'd like to think that we will, but only time will tell. Where are all of these questions com
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Kurt's Snowmageddon
A/N: A Kurt/Blaine fic (My first ever! :O)
Word Count: 1,022
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The news was calling it 'Snowmageddon 2011' and, judging by the continuously falling snow, they were right. There must have already been 6 inches and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon.
Kurt closed his history book with a sigh. Although classes had been cancelled that day, all the Dalton boys were still expected to study. Most of his classmates had ignored the instructions and were spending the day doing whatever they wanted.
But, because the schoolwork here was harder than it had been at McKinley, Kurt needed the day off to get in the extra studying.
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First Love
First Love
Pairing:Blaine
Every time their lips touch for that sweet tender kiss it's like the first time.
That gut deep, butterfly fluttering, knee tingling feeling that makes your heart beat out of your chest and pound as it aches, aches for more...
full of love and endearment like they are the only two in the world.
The only two that ever mattered, the only two that ever will.
First love is in the air all around them and nothing can ever be more perfect.
There they were in Kurt's room, laying on his bed just taking in each others raw beauty.
Ever since Kurt went back to McKinley the time the two lovers had together was fairly limit
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Woohoo! First Klaine fanfiction! It was about time, really.
VERY spoiler-y for the season finale of Glee. Inspired by that moment. You know the one. Yes you do.
I felt like giving a bit of insight into Kurt's reaction, which has been so much debated and argued about. The way I see it, the poor boy is just overwhelmed and shocked and he has hot coffee in his mouth. Come on. I could kind of imagine time slowing down and stretching out for him, and him thinking OHGODWHATDOIDONOW....but I'll stop rambling and let the fic speak for itself.
I hope you guys like it, considering it's my very first Glee fanfiction! Comments are very appreciated.
VERY spoiler-y for the season finale of Glee. Inspired by that moment. You know the one. Yes you do.
I felt like giving a bit of insight into Kurt's reaction, which has been so much debated and argued about. The way I see it, the poor boy is just overwhelmed and shocked and he has hot coffee in his mouth. Come on. I could kind of imagine time slowing down and stretching out for him, and him thinking OHGODWHATDOIDONOW....but I'll stop rambling and let the fic speak for itself.
I hope you guys like it, considering it's my very first Glee fanfiction! Comments are very appreciated.
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