My fic for the Klaine Book Project, set just after the episode “Heart.” Please check out my lovely and talented artist, dreamingpartone!
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Best of All
Kurt can’t help but feel annoyed when all the New Directions’ members rush at Blaine the moment Love Shack is finished, lavishing him with hugs and a million and one questions, and Blaine soaks it up. But then his eyes find Kurt’s over Rachel’s shoulder, and his face softens. Even after so many months, Kurt feels a fluttering in his stomach. There is nothing in the world like the look Blaine has just for him.
Ten minutes later Blaine excuses himself to go to the restroom, and only Mike notices when Kurt moves discretely to follow. He winks, smiling, and Kurt smiles back.
Kurt has barely turned the knob before Blaine is reaching through the door, dragging him inside and pressing him against it. A soft kiss and then Kurt’s arms are full of boy, his heart overflowing with love and affection. Everything feels right again, and he doesn’t want to move.
Blaine sighs then shuffles back a few inches, his head falling to Kurt’s shoulder with his forehead pressed into Kurt’s neck. Blaine’s hand finds his, squeezing, and Kurt knows he doesn’t have to explain how much Blaine’s presence means.
Instead he says, “I brought your gift. It’s in the car.”
Kurt can’t see his face, but he feels Blaine’s brow furrow in confusion against his skin… or maybe it’s just that he knows Blaine, knows him that intuitively.
“How did you know I’d be here?” Blaine asks.
“I, umm, well…” Heat blossoms under Kurt’s skin as he tells Blaine about the gifts he received all week, about his meeting a little more than an hour ago with Karofsky, who he thought would be Blaine.
He expects Blaine to be angry, but instead all he says is, “I wish I’d had his idea. You might have been less lonely this past week.”
Kurt turns his face into Blaine’s hair, inhaling the familiar scent of raspberry gel and cologne. “I don’t care. I’m just so happy you’re here with me now.”
Blaine lifts his head, but right now space is the last thing Kurt wants, so he clings to Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine moves to face him.
“I do have something for you, but it’s… I’m afraid we’ll have to abandon the party. We can go back first for a bit, if you like?”
Kurt thinks about it for a moment. The party had been a lot of fun, at least after Blaine arrived, and they hadn’t been there long. To be fair, their friends had seen Blaine even less than he had over the past month while Blaine recovered.
But he doesn’t want to think about everyone else right now, and he doesn’t really want fun, either. He wants closeness.
He cups Blaine’s face and kisses him, long and lingering and sweet. When he pulls back, their noses brush, their breath mingling, and his attention is drawn to Blaine’s eye. For the first time in weeks, it looks completely normal.
Gently, he traces the shape of it, trailing his thumb across the lid. “Does it hurt?” he has to ask.
Blaine reaches up to cover Kurt’s hand with his own, his lips catching on the flesh of Kurt’s palm. “Barely.”
“Let’s go,” Kurt says, his eyes falling closed. “I want to be with you.”
They slip out the bathroom door and push through one across the hall that reads Employees Only, and miraculously nobody notices. In the middle of the kitchen sits a small table, set far too decadently for its surroundings, and two matching chairs. There is candlelight and soft music, tiny cakes and hot tea and coffee. But best of all, Kurt thinks, there is Blaine.