All's Well That Ends Well

London Boy

The following morning, both Kurt and Blaine lie asleep in the fort, finally able to rest peacefully with no secrets weighing them down. They decided to leave any actual conversation to the next day, just to let the initial adrenaline wear off. Their night was speny wrapped in each other's arms, giggling and stealing kisses when the other wasn't looking as they watched Moulin Rouge on Kurt's laptop. Blaine reluctantly let Kurt turn the lights off, as long as he promised to hold him until he fell asleep. Soon, both boys drifted off into bliss.

Kurt was the first to wake up, confused as to why he was surrounded by bedsheets until he remembered where he was. He looked down to find Blaine wrapped in his arms, sleeping softly with his head nuzzled into Kurt's chest. He smiled to himself, thankful that last night hadn't been a beautifully cruel dream.

He reached around Blaine's sleeping figure to press a few keys on his computer, turning the screen on to check the time. Sighing, Kurt tried to sit up slowly, only to feel Blaine tighten his grip on him. He giggled and leant down, pressing a kiss to the top of Blaine's head. "Bee, c'mon, you have to wake up now."

Reluctantly, Blaine whined and let go, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his face. The taller boy just smiled and slowly pulled the blanket away, and he leant down to press another kiss to Blaine's lips, earning a surprised gasp from the boy under him.

"So I take it yesterday wasn't a dream?" Blaine asked groggily, letting a sleepy smile creep onto his face.

Kurt shook his head and brought a hand down to Blaine's hair, running his hands through the soft, unruly locks. "Not a dream, Bee."

Blaine hums in content and is about to fall back into a sleep filled state before he feels Kurt lean up and remove his hand. He groaned, torn between his own tiredness and wanting to be closer to Kurt.

He decides to sit up, fighting the urge to fall back onto the pillows. "Don't wanna get up, sleep is better, yep, I wanna sleep, I love sleep." Blaine says mindlessly, not leaving much depth behind his words.

"I know, Blaine, but you'll have to get up eventually." Kurt replies, trying to coax him out of his drowsiness.

Blaine frowned, his eyes still droopy from his sleepiness. "No, 's not my name."

Confused, Kurt raises an eyebrow at the boy in front of him. "It's not your name? Blaine?"

"Nope, not my name."

Kurt thought for a moment before saying, "Bee?"

Blaine smiles happily and nods, "Mhmm, better." He crawls over to the taller boy and wraps his arms around his neck, letting his body slump against Kurt's muscled frame. "That's my name now, yep."

They stay like that, in their most comfortable, close position, for a while in a warm silence- not awkward, and not too intense. Perfect. It goes without saying, but deep down a fire is igniting in the both of them, sparking and kindling the flames of something that neither of them had ever felt before. As they held each other, a realization washed over Blaine- he'd be content with spending the rest of his life like this. Something in him knew that, through hell or high water, he was hopelessly devoted to whatever they had started, and he'd make the most of it.

"Hey, love," Blaine started, catching Kurt's attention, "Are we gonna...um, like- talk about this? It's okay if you don't want to, I mean, just-"

"Honey, it's fine, I want to talk about it." Kurt cuts in, smiling inside at Blaine's flush from the petname. "But first, I want to ask if you'd-"

This time, Kurt was cut off by the loud ringing of his phone. It stopped almost as soon as it started, followed by two softer buzzes, and the ringing started again. Kurt groaned and let his head fall back against the cushion behind him, before sitting up and looking at Blaine with apologetic eyes. "That's probably Mercedes, I promised to call her yesterday."