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Question 21

Question 21: What roles do love and affection play in your life?

The moment the door slammed behind him Kurt started crying. It had been a silly fight, but it was their first fight, nonetheless. They had never raised their voices for one another before. He was sure Blaine would be crying too, but he needed to clear his head before dealing with Blaine's feelings.

Kurt had just mentioned if Blaine could give him an answer about writing songs for his musical and Blaine had lost it. He said Kurt was pressing him to give an answer and that he wasn't ready. Kurt had reminded him that he'd said he would think about it and never gave him an answer, his deadline for the MacArthur committee was arriving and Kurt needed to know what to do. Couldn't Blaine see it could undermine Kurt's career?

Kurt loved Blaine and he was sure that Blaine loved him too. However, Blaine was too broken and wore his heart on his sleeve; Kurt was always walking on eggshells around him. Grow up, Blaine Anderson! Let the past in the past! Couldn't Blaine see Kurt would do anything for him? Couldn't he see that Kurt wasn't that bastard Sebastian?

Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket. One missed call from Blaine Anderson. Kurt ignored it; he wasn't in the mood to be called selfish again. He had reached the sidewalk in front of their building and he wasn't sure were to go. He decided for their coffee shop. Their... it was Kurt's favorite place even before Blaine had moved in. Another buzz from the phone. Give up, Blaine, I'm ignoring you.

Kurt opened the door for the coffee house and Katie, their favorite barista, waved at him. He smiled back at her.

"Hi, Kurt; the usual?"

He nodded before he could think what 'the usual' meant to Katie. She smiled at him:

"Right away."

Kurt browsed the magazines in the rack with his eyes to see if there was something new – the same usual gossips about celebrities and advertisings for romantic comedies and action movies Kurt felt he had already seen, even though they wouldn't be airing until summer. At that moment, Blaine face came to his mind. He had mocked him about liking romantic comedies so much. Kurt had answered it was all about the journey not the destination, about how the writers could come up with situations to put trouble in the way of the two characters getting together. He knew they would get together in the end – like he knew about him and Blaine – but the thrill was not knowing how.

Without him realizing, Kurt had begun to grin. Katie called him out of his reverie with his order. He grabbed the bag and felt it was too heavy. He looked inside and realized that Katie had meant what he and Blaine usually got. He had a cup with his name, a cup with Blaine's and two muffins – his chocolate chips one and his boyfriend's blueberry's.

Why was he angry again? Didn't he know Blaine needed his time to think and to function? He had asked Blaine about their partnership and Blaine started screaming. So Kurt had yelled back, but was he really mad at Blaine? How long ago had his phone stopped buzzing? Was it too late to apologize?

Kurt cautiously opened the door. Blaine was in the couch and looked at him red eyed. He approached his boyfriend and sat on the couch by Blaine's side. He placed the bag between them:

"Would you go on a coffee date with me? I want to apologize..."

Blaine took his hand and kissed his knuckles. Kurt giggled. Blaine smiled coyly:

"I'll write the songs for you, I'll be on your play, I'll do whatever it takes to have you in my life."

"I want you to be you. To have your limits and to be sure you can say 'no' to me. I don't want to pressure you, Blee. You are way more important than a silly play."

Blaine was quick to answer:

"It's not silly. I get how important it is for your career."

"Career, schreer. I want you and what we have!"

"You can have both"

Kurt started to gesticulate to try to make Blaine understand how important it was to him that Blaine got his point:

"At what cost, Blee? I don't want to see you wither because you're putting too much energy on something that could harm you just to please me. You see, I already told you I dreaded dying alone because I felt I couldn't be gay and form a family. But you showed me I was wrong. Even if we don't have kids in our future, you're my family now."

Blaine got all moist eyed and with his voice broken:

"You consider me family? You think about having a future with me?"

"Of course, Blee; I love you."

"Oh, Kurt, I love you so much!"

Blaine cupped his face and went in for a kiss. Kurt smiled into the kiss and Blaine took it as a sign to go deeper. Suddenly, Blaine broke the kiss, smirked, and disappeared into his room. Kurt was intrigued, they were in the middle of making out and Blaine stopped it all of a sudden to do God knows what.

Blaine came back with his guitar; he was still smirking:

"Can I show you something?"

Kurt grinned back:

"You know how I love when you sing to me."

Blaine stole a peck from his lips and started:

I could write and books in my sleep, without thinking too deep
I could speak for a hundred days,
I could explain a concept that you didn't get
And I would do it in one thousand ways

I could write you a poem Shakespeare or Cole would have called their own
But everything changes now that you're mine
And all of my words are left behind
Cause no matter how hard I try my tongue is still tied by you

I just wanna tell you I love you, but it's the hardest thing to say
I turn my head upside down, trying find some kinda way
Just to tell you I need you, in a way that will be heard,
I try to be a poet, but since I met you, I've never been good with words

Blaine looked nervous as he played the guitar and stopped a few times to correct a chord he had misplaced. It was Kurt's turn to take one of his hands and kiss it:

"Gorgeous!"

Blaine scratched his neck before looking Kurt in the eyes:

"It's for you. It's not finished yet... but maybe it could be on your play."

"Are you sure you want to give it to my main character?"

"Didn't you think it's worth it... I can... I can..."

Kurt stopped him with a kiss:

"I'm being selfish; I loved it so much I want it to be from Blaine to Kurt, not from Toronto to Luke."

"Did you really like it?"

"Yes, Blee."

"So let's work together. You see, I think of my songs as my babies and I could see no one better to have a baby with than you."

"Oh, honey."

Kurt kissed him again. They went for the fire escape with their cups and muffins and had their coffee date at last. 

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The song, again, is Darren Criss'.