Dalton:witnessed

Chapter 9

Kurt's brain was like a battlefield. Two different sides of his brain were at war, and he wasn't sure which he should listen to, which side is right and what he should be feeling and hoping and thinking and...

'Please land on him, land on him... Please, God-if-you-really-are-up-there, grant me this one thing and let the damn bottle land on him!'

'No, wait-don't land on him! Do not! I was lying, whatever you do, do not land on him! Please, please, please do not land on-'

Blaine Anderson.

The bottle slowed, inching tortuously around the circle. It was hardly moving-how was it still moving?-and the anticipation had everyone holding their breath.

Blaine stared at the bottle, hoping and hoping and hoping for it to land on him. He spared a glance at Kurt, trying to read his expression.

But he couldn't tell, it was confused, as if multiple conflicting emotions were warring for dominance.

The stupid little bottle would just not stop moving. There were no awkward chuckles this time.

Every stare was turned to the single, empty glass bottle.

Stop... stop... stop, you goddamned bottle! Kurt thought furiously.

His brow furrowed. It seemed like the expression 'not knowing your own strength' definitely had a ring of truth to it.

Kurt actually growled deep in his throat out of frustration.

This bottle seemed to have decided to not follow the laws of physics today, because how the hell was it still spinning?

Blaine broke his gaze away from the accursed bottle when Kurt actually growled.

He didn't think it was possible to want to kiss someone more, but it seems he was wrong.

His entire fate was placed in this stupid piece of glass.

Finally... finally... the bottle stopped.

On Blaine.

Wait, no! Kurt though frantically. I-I haven't made up my mind yet! NO, no! Keep spinning, KEEP SPINNING!

Kurt's eyes widened comically. The battle in his mind was at its climax. He didn't know what to think.

Did he want this or did he not? Was he ready?

It didn't seem like it would matter, because Blaine had met his eyes and they were slowly leaning towards each other...

YES! YES! Blaine cheered internally and desperately held back a spastic happy dance. He was so nervous and excited and overjoyed and worried but most of all he just wanted to-

Leaning... leaning ever so slowly towards each other.

The distance was so short, so minuscule in comparison to the rest of world, yet in the two boys minds it spanned infinitely.

The room was dead silent. It seemed as if no one was moving, no one was breathing-why wasn't anyone breathing?

Oh yeah, Kurt, He chastised himself. It's kind of a necessary bodily function. Why don't you try it?

His lips were so close; Blaine could feel Kurt's hot breath mingle with his.

There was hardly any space between them; it was so microscopic that if they had tried to speak at all, their lips would have brushed.

Blaine took the theoretical leap to cover the last of the distance.

Their lips connected.

Kurt sucked in a deep breath through his nose just as Blaine kissed him.

And he was glad he did, or he may have passed out from lack of oxygen.

Their lips moved tentatively, hesitantly. But at the same time, it felt so right.

You know that cliché expression; the one about the fireworks?

Yeah.

Blaine's thought process derailed completely. He didn't think he could form coherent sentences even if he wanted to.

And why the hell would he want to when he could keep doing this?

Their kiss increased in intensity. Blaine had lost track of the time so long ago. How long has it been?

Ten seconds or ten minutes? He couldn't tell. It felt like forever and nothing all at the same time.

Mercedes had to hold back a shrill squeal. She could see the rest of the girls-and most of the guys-were in the same situation.

They watched the pair as their eyes fluttered shut and they shifted closer to each other.

Mercedes had to slap a hand over her mouth to choke back the "D'awwww!" that threatened to escape when Kurt reached up to gently caress Blaine's cheek.

Blaine gasped a little into the kiss when he felt Kurt's soft hands on his cheek.

He shifted the slightest bit closer, craving the addicting heat Kurt was radiating even though his body felt as though he was on fire.

Kurt sighed as they broke apart for the slightest second.

The pause was brief; only to take in a short breath. And already, he had begun to mourn his loss.

Kurt shuddered. Blaine had rested his hand on Kurt's knee, and he tilted his head, making the kiss go deeper.

Kurt didn't think he would ever stop doing this. His head was spinning, his hands were shaking, and a heat was pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Separately, these symptoms were the definition of miserable. But put together...

Wes fist pumped the air, holding back a cry of "Finally!" He could see the rest of the Warblers scattered throughout their little circle.

Nick had actually fallen backwards onto Jeff, his hands covering his face.

Thad had his hands clasped, as if in prayer, mouthing "Thank you, God!"

David looked over to Wes, and they stealthily high-fived.

Hardly breathing out the words, David whispered into the dead silence of the room. "How long do you think they'll keep this up for?"

"It's already been a minute and thirty seconds." Wes replied.

Blaine pulled away once more, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

He couldn't keep himself from stealing a few shorter kisses. His body was still tingling with electricity and adrenaline.

Kurt's hand slid from Blaine's cheek, resting now and the nape of his neck and played with the few reckless curls.

They moved closer together now, if that was even possible; they were almost chest to chest.

Blaine's hand slid slowly upwards from his knee, resting at about mid-thigh.

Kurt's breath hitched, and he interlaced his fingers on his free hand with Blaine's and held it to his chest.

It was with that they opened their eyes.