Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 41

Kurt walked for miles and miles, as he shifted Blaine up his back. Blaine had fallen asleep, as his arms dangled down by his sides. Kurt kept a firm grip on his legs, bending slightly to stop Blaine from falling. Kurt was strong, but his arms were beginning to ache with the strain of Blaine's weight pulling him down. He ignored it as best he could, but he began to walk slower and slower. He turned his head to the side, where Blaine's head hung next to him. His breath ghosted over Kurt's skin. He let himself smile, as Blaine's eyes began to flutter open.

"Hey you. Good sleep?" Kurt asked cheerfully. Blaine's eyes widened, as he blinked into the sunlight.

"Yeah, brilliant. You're still carrying me?"

"Blaine, your powers of deduction are astounding. Yes, I'm still carrying you." Kurt quipped, but with a playful tone to his voice. Blaine looked down at the ground.

"I think you can put me down now." Kurt stopped walking.

"You sure?" Blaine nodded.

"Yeah." Kurt bent down, to allow Blaine to slide off his back and onto the ground. As Blaine's feet hit the ground, Kurt twisted so he could hold him around the torso. Blaine stood up straight.

"Are you good to walk?" Kurt asked cautiously. Blaine nodded.

"I feel loads better thanks, so I think so." He took a step forward, experimentally, and took another and another. Kurt hovered behind all the while, just in case.

"Kurt, it's ok. I'm not going to fall over." Relieved, Kurt moved away from him and stretched his arms out in front of himself. He tried to iron out some of the knots in his muscles. Blaine turned, noticing Kurt's discomfort.

"How long did you carry me for?" He asked as he moved behind Kurt.

"I don't know. Maybe an hour?" Kurt continued to flex his arms, as Blaine winced.

"You must ache all over." Kurt shrugged.

"It's not too bad." Blaine brought his good arm up to Kurt's shoulder, using his fingers to massage the tight muscles. He pinched the skin between his finger and thumb, trying to release some of the pressure.

"Thanks." Kurt said simply, as he smiled at Blaine. Blaine stepped back in front of his boyfriend.

"Thank you for carrying me all that way, Kurtie-Pie. Without you, I wouldn't be here." Kurt groaned.

"I warned you about Kurtie-Pie. Remember, bye bye Katy Perry." Blaine smirked.

"Good luck finding them. I've hidden them somewhere you'll never think of looking. Kurtie-Pie." Kurt raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"They're under your bed, aren't they?" Blaine looked gob smacked.

"How did you know?"

"Because I'm a mind reader. But since you called me that again, it won't just be Katy Perry suffering. Pink will have to go too." Blaine's face fell.

"Please Kurt, not Pink!" Kurt looked at him amused.

"Perhaps if you're good, I'll reconsider." Blaine looked at him, before taking his hand, entwining their fingers.

"Am I being good now?" Kurt shrugged.

"It's a start." They grinned at each other, as Blaine swung their hands between them lightly. Blaine pulled Kurt to walk with him, when suddenly he spotted a sign.

"Kurt - I think - I think we're home. I think we're in Lima!" Sure enough, there were the four letters in black and white, that told them they'd made it.