All's Well That Ends Well

Cruel Summer

"You can't keep walking away from me, Blaine!"

Blaine rolled his eyes and continued walking in the opposite direction from Kurt, towards the living room. "I'm not walking away, you're following me, and I'm done with this conversation."

"It's not my job to clean up after you, you're not a baby." Kurt exclaimed, quite offended with the fact that Blaine was dismissing him.

Blaine threw himself on the couch and groaned, running a hand through his unruly curls that were honestly getting far too long.

"You can sit your ass on this couch for however long you want, but you need to go clean up your shit in the bedroom. Im sleeping there tonight and it should have been done this morning." Kurt was practically lecturing him at this point, but what else was new?

"Fine, whatever, I'll do it in a minute." He just waved him off, not bothering to look at him.

Kurt groaned loudly and crossed his arms over his chest. "God, I hate you."

Blaine's head snaps up and he stares at Kurt. They go about thirty seconds before breaking eye contact and bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "Come sit down," Blaine says, still giggling, "I'm bored. Let's play Mario Kart or something."

This was exactly how each of their arguments ended lately. It would start with something small and unimportant, such as Kurt forgetting to take out the trash or clean up after he cooks, or Blaine leaving water all over the bathroom floor and not doing the dishes. They'd argue for a bit before one of them cracks a joke, the bickering turning into full bellied laughter, and everything was okay.

The last time Kurt called Santana to tell her how he'd been, she said that they reminded her of an old married couple, and that their domesticity was so sickeningly sweet that she needed to see a dentist.

He wanted to just ignore her, but he had to admit that he wasn't too far off. They had been pretty close lately, but that wasn't weird, was it? Sure, it was a bit strange how they hated each other only a few weeks ago, but that had been sorted out in time. They were friends again, and that was alright, right?

Santana's words rang through his mind all day, only getting louder when Blaine was around. It made absolutely no sense to him, it felt like all of this had come out of nowhere. It all felt like one big fever dream high, and everything with Blaine felt like a push and pull, cat-and-mouse game that had been going on forever. It was a constant teetering between "If I bleed you'll be the last to know" and "What doesn't kill me makes me want you more" and Kurt didn't know what to drop the hammer on. Surely, there was nothing there, right?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a bright camera flash followed by Blaine's laughter, a sound Kurt found intoxicating. "Oh, I am totally sending that to Mercedes."

Kurt was shocked back into reality at Blaine's words. "Excuse me, what?"

Blaine giggled and held up a finger, typing away at his phone for a moment. "Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for like... three minutes. You were just staring into space, and Mercedes asked me to send her more pictures of you, so  I saw a chance and took it."

"More?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Uh, yeah," he brought a hand up to his hair to twist a few strands between his fingers, "I take all these pictures of you to send to our friends."

Kurt gapes and stares at him in shock, feeling vaguely violated, but he can't stay mad for long.

He watches Blaine reach over the couch, somewhere towards the stack of board games against the wall. He comes back up with a black box with white lettering. "Wanna play Cards Against Humanity?" He asks, eyes mischievous and grinning like a devil. Kurt feels his heart flutter a bit and sighs, nodding his head in response.