Mutual Butterflies

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Chapter 13

   *knocking*

   *knocking frantically*

   *more knocking*

   *knocking loudly non-stop*

"What the fu-?!

"Kurt? What the-?"

Kurt's lips were on Blaine's before he even opened the door entirely. He hugged him so suddenly that Blaine almost toppled over and fell on the floor.

Now the taller man was licking into his mouth and even though this was not unwelcome, quite the opposite actually, he still had to back off and look at Kurt for a moment,

"What are you doing?"

"I got it!"

And he kissed him again.

Blaine was smiling now but he still pushed him away again, because he was still a little hangover and his brain wasn't functioning properly when Kurt was so close to him and kissing him,

"What did you get? I don't understand"

"The job! I got it! I got it Blaine!" and he kissed him, "I got it!" And kissed him again and Blaine didn't push him away this time.

He wrapped his arms around his waist and brought him impossibly closer.

Kurt released his hold on his shoulders only to put a hand behind his neck and back Blaine's body against the door with the other one.

He kept licking into his mouth and remembering the way it all felt. Kissing Blaine.

Feeling the heat of his tongue sliding against his. Feeling the nibbling of his teeth on his bottom lip. Feeling the comfortable wetness and the taste of coffee and cinnamon.

And just Blaine, feeling Blaine against him. Holding him. Hugging him. Smiling at him. Kissing him. Being happy for him. And it felt so good... it felt so good that he forgot why he even pushed him away in the first place...

But then he remembered...

He's not gonna last... nobody lasts long enough... nothing lasts at all... this is going to end as fast as it started and you won't be ready and it will destroy you... just like last time... but you will never get over this one...

So this time he was the one to push him away. He let his hands slide to his shoulders and he held him at arms length. But Blaine's arms were still around his waist and his grip was tight, he won't let go...

Blaine's lips followed Kurt's when he backed away and it was so adorable Kurt would have let himself be kissed 'till death if he had no self control...

But he couldn't...

Blaine now looked miserable, like a kicked puppy, head against the door, lips red and swollen, eyes pleading and huge, cheeks flushed and messy hair... there was also a small crease between his brows and wrinkles forming on his forehead...

"Ah- yeah... uhm sorry about that. But yeah, I got the uhm, the job..."

And Blaine's grip tightened because he knew what was happening, and this was so unfair.

"I-I should probably go, I'm sorry to have disturbed you like that... I literally attacked you... I-

I can't believe I just did that... I've gotta go, sor-"

"No."

"No?"

"No you don't have to go, and you know it..."

"No Blaine, you just- you don't understand... I can't-"

"Why? Then explain it to me Kurt, 'cause I need to know... why can't you?"

"I-I just... you wouldn't.. it's not-"

"Please..."

And he looked so miserable, and so sad, and he couldn't just go...

"I like you... like a lot, bu-but it's not that easy... I-"

"Why?"

"...It's-"

"Stay..."

And he looked like he was about the cry, and Kurt couldn't stand that. He wouldn't stand it.

"... Please stay... we don't have to do anything, we can just sit down, and do nothing... we don't even have to talk... ok? Just-just stay... please Kurt.."

And Blaine could see the gears working in his head and the way he was fighting against his overthinking, and that alone made him love him more.

Wait...

Love...

Love him more.

Love him more.

He loved him.

Blaine loved Kurt.

He was in love with him.

Ok...

He could do that...

What is there not to love about this incredible man anyways?

So he tightened his hold around him, because if he let go just now, he knew his heart would break in a thousand pieces and he didn't know if he could handle it...

And Kurt felt it, he felt his strong arms wrap around his middle tighter and he felt the warm feeling that it brought him. The gentle heat left after all the butterflies flew around in his stomach that warmed his whole body and made him feel wanted. Needed.

So he kissed him again. Gentler this time. Sweeter. Almost like a peck. He just wanted reassurance. And when they broke the kiss they stayed close. Foreheads touching and slow whispers travelling back and forth,

"Ok..."

"Ok?"

"Yeah, I'll stay"

"I'd like that..."

"Me too"

"Good"

"Good..."