Our Love is All We Need to Make it Through // KLAINE

Chapter Fourteen

*Kurt Hummel*

I step out of my room and start to head down the stairs, the house silent, telling me that everyone has left, unless Blaine is still sleeping downstairs. He wouldn't leave without a goodbye, would he? My head spins in the rememberance of last night's events, where Blaine attempted to teach me how to play guitar, our late night dip in the pool, everything. My mind has been able to think of nothing else since I woke up with my head on his chest this morning. I creep down the basement steps as silently as possible, to not distrurb a certain Warbler who may or may not be sleeping still. 

When I reach the foot of the stairs, my eyes meet a hazel-eyed gaze, causing my stomach to turn, but not in an unpleasant way. I can't help but smile at the sight of Blaine with his hair curly and unkempt, his eyes still dazed from sleep, not quite woken up yet. His eyes brighten when he sees me, and he stretches, and stands. 

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." I tease, leaning against the stair's railing. 

"Good morning, yourself." Blaine greets, and crosses the room, his eyes finding the mirror on the wall, and a look of horror crosses his face. "Good grief, I look terrible." he shakes his head, and runs a hand through his hair.

I roll my eyes, not believing it for a second. "You do not. I don't think you ever could look bad." I admit.

Blaine scoffs, but a smile plays in his eyes. He looks around the room. just now realizing we are the only two down here. "Where are the other guys?"

"They left." I respond, my mind fully processing now that Blaine and I are completely alone, which makes me both nervous and content at the same time. Blaine raises his eyebrows, his pupils darkening before my very eyes, making me feel warm.

"Just us?" he asks, his tone light, but wanting hiding within his eyes. Although Blaine tends to hide his emotions quite well, I'm beginning to learn you can find his true feelings in his eyes.

"Just us." I repeat softly.

Blaine takes a step closer to me, his eyes downcast, towards the floor as he rests his hand on the staircase railing. I don't move, unsure of what exactly he's doing, or what I should do in the current situation. His eyes meet mine as he bites his lip, then places one hand on my hip and gently pulls me closer to him, giving me time to pull away if I feel the need. However, of course, I don't. I let Blaine pull me closer to him until our lips graze one another's, and I fill the gap between us my colliding our lips, my stomach lurching up into my thoat, butterflies scattering throughout my entire body at our touch. Like last night's, our kiss doesn't last long, nothing too elabarate, but is enough to send my mind spinning off kilter. Blaine grins at me, and starts walking upstairs, turning halfway around to face me. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. You mind if I grab something to eat?"

"Go for it." I say, my voice light, still whirling from our kiss. How can he act so unaffected by it? Does it really mean nothing to him, or is he just hiding it? I try not to linger on the specifics too much, and follow him up the stairs.