The Masks We Wear (*BadBoy Blaine*) ~UNCOMPLETED~

Chapter 7

This was a completely new sensation to Kurt, like a moment woven entirely beyond his own imagination. Blaine's lips were soft as they moved against his own, sending shivers down his spine. Kurt could feel the pounding of his heart as it roared loudly in his ears-he seemed to have forgotten how to think, and simply let himself feel. He'd lost all sense of everything other than the warmth of Blaine's mouth on his own and the way Blaine's fingers were brushing lightly against his cheek and-and then...and then Blaine was pulling away.

Kurt felt Blaine's hand slip from his face, leaving a trail of tingling sensations on his skin from where it been touched, and Kurt slowly let his eyes flutter open.

"Whoa..." Kurt said breathlessly, as his eyes immediately caught onto dark hazel.

They stared at each other for a moment, both panting slightly, neither knowing what exactly had just happened, or what to do now, now that it was over. Blaine's eyes were wide as the realization of what he'd just done began to sink in, and he moved a few inches away.

He shouldn't have done that-he just couldn't help it.

Even now, he was having trouble peeling his eyes away from Kurt. He looked breathtaking, his eyes glowing bright blue in the dark moonlit room, his cheeks still a bit flushed from their kiss. Kurt's mouth was parted ever so slightly, and Blaine had a sudden urge to just press his lips against Kurt's once again.

"Holy shit..." Blaine breathed out, with no intention of saying any other coherent words, just needing to say anything to break the cold silence that had fallen between them.

Blaine's words were met with a long silence, the shock and disbelief nearly palpable in the tension between them. He could see the hazy look in Kurt's eyes, blinking up at him in confusion, the soft pools of blue making him feel oddly warm inside.

"It's getting late..." Blaine said quietly, his eyes starting to linger.

"Is it?" Kurt whispered back, feeling as if time itself had vanished into the moment. Blaine's eyes were dark, but not in the same frightening way they were when he was angry or upset. It was a different kind of intensity, a kind of intensity that made Kurt's heart race, that made his breath catch in his throat.

"You need to rest, so I should go...umm...just rest, alright?" Blaine said softly, pulling back until he was standing up straight again. He glanced at Kurt one last time, until finally tearing his eyes away and quickly making his way out of the hospital wing.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but any words died on his tongue and he just watched as Blaine turned on his heel and made a bee-line out the door, leaving Kurt feeling more confused than ever.

Kurt could still feel the ghost of Blaine's touch on his skin-against his lips-and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

Blaine had just kissed him. Blaine had just kissed him. It didn't make sense.

Kurt sighed and eased back against the pillows. Too much had happened today-part of Kurt wanted to believe Scarface had punched him so hard that he was lying in a real hospital bed, recovering from a coma, and was currently floating somewhere in his subconscious, and everything that had just happened was just a very delirious, yet shockingly vivid hallucination-A very fantastic, but insane hallucination.

At least that would give him some sort of explanation.
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This isn't happening. This can't be happening. I couldn't have let this happen. How could I have let this happen?

Blaine repeated the words over and over in his head like a mantra as he stumbled down the dark empty halls of Dalton Academy, glancing around anxiously as he avoided the night guards that patrolled every damn foyer of the school. His entire body was shaking, and his heart hadn't stopped pounding furiously in his chest since he'd left the hospital wing. He needed some air...he needed some air or he honestly thought he was going to pass out.