Mutual Butterflies

this is more than okay

Chapter 14

   *frying*

"Fffss... fuck-"

   *chuckles*

"Let me do it..."

"No, wait I can do it. Look, look... Ow!"

"I'm not gonna let you burn all your fingers Blaine, you need those, let me do it..."

   *defeated sigh*

"Fine. But you know I'll keep trying behind your back right?"

   *chuckle*

"I'm sure you will dummy..."

"Hey! I'm right here! Don't patronize me!"

"Yes, yes"

"Uhg, I'll set the table..."

The hours went by so fast after Kurt came storming into his appartement and attacked his mouth, Blaine couldn't believe they were already preparing diner.

Kurt craved crêpes and Blaine had never had any so Kurt had to teach him. Turns out flipping the little circles of dough was harder than he thought and he kept burning his fingers somehow...

It felt oddly domestic having Kurt cooking in his kitchen and laughing at his clumsiness and moving as if they did that all the time. Never bumping into each other always being one step ahead of the other.

And the more Kurt was around the more he felt that way, and he didn't want him to go. He wanted him to stick around longer.

But he knew he couldn't ask him that... Kurt was still guarded, he didn't know much about him either and he didn't know why he was like that.

Why he kept pushing people who clearly cared about him away.

Why he just assumed that he was bothering Blaine every time he would come over.

Why he fled Blaine's appartement the second someone else knew he was there.

Why he would just lock himself up inside and cut all contact with the world.

Why he kept Blaine close and then seemed to distance himself in the blink of an eye.

And Blaine wasn't judging, he just didn't understand. Of course the fact that he didn't really know anything really deep or personal about him had something to do with that, but he cared so much about him, he just wanted to understand.

Even help him. Guide him. Be with him. Love him.

   *sigh*

He sat a little bit on the kitchen bar still holding both wine glasses he picked up a few minutes ago and stared at Kurt's back. He was swaying from side to side following the rythme of the soft music playing in the background, his shoulders relaxed and his movements precise and calculated flipping the crêpe perfectly. He seemed carefree, light, he was beautiful. Confident. Poised. Majestic. Even in Blaine's tiny and simple kitchen.

"Ok, what toppings do you want on them?"

"Uh..."

Blaine cursed his breathy voice and the fact that he was really turned on right now for some reason, and he almost dropped both glasses when Kurt turned around and set the plate of crêpes on the thin counter.