Reaction Fic 5.14
Blaine moves out and everything cools off.
He changes his schedule so he and Kurt aren’t constantly in class together and they agree to get lunch every other day. Kurt feels like he can breathe again, even though when he walks into the loft there’s a certain kind of emptiness lurking there he never expected.
He’s not glad Blaine moved out but he’s not sad either. He doesn’t really know. Those six months of sleeping together, waking up together, being together were wonderful and he would give anything to have them back.
So when Blaine follows him back one day after class, Kurt insists he stay for dinner. And when he has a bit too much to drink, Kurt insists he spends the night. And when Blaine offers to take the couch, Kurt all but drags him to bed.
(He’s really proud of himself for giving Rachel noise canceling ear phones as a gag gift)
It sort of spirals after that.
Blaine does not live in the loft. He lives with Sam and Mercedes. That’s what Kurt tells Rachel countless times.
Like when Blaine is there for dinner, singing along with Kurt as they cook together. Dancing around the kitchen and perfecting duets they never tried before.
Or when Blaine shows up to walk Kurt to the subway and stays for breakfast, offering refills on orange juice and waffles.
Or even when she wakes up one morning to Blaine curled, fast asleep, around Kurt’s body in bed.
Blaine might be at the loft a lot but Blaine is not living with them.
“Blaine is still living with us.”
Kurt blinks as Rachel faces him, hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. She doesn’t look annoyed so much as amused but Kurt still gets defensive.
“No he isn’t.”
“This is the third night in a row Blaine has slept over,” Rachel points out. “He still has a shelf for his gel in the bathroom, Kurt. Half his clothes are still on your clothes rack and he has a key.”
“Okay,” Kurt allows, “But he’s still not living here.”
“Good morning,” Blaine sing-songs as he walks out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair. “Just so you guys know we need juice. I’ll write it on the list for next time we go grocery shopping.”
Rachel gestures to him and says, “Still living here.”
Blaine blinks. “What? Rachel, no, I moved out a couple weeks ago, remember? I live with Sam and Mercedes.”
“Yeah,” Rachel smirks, “Just like you guys weren’t back together at the wedding last year."
"We weren’t back together,” Kurt points out, “We were just friends.”
“And we’re just…neighbors?” Blaine says now. “Except not really.”
“You are our guest.”
Blaine nods. “I’m your guest.”
“Yes. Our here every day because he lives here guest.”
Kurt and Blaine share a look as realization slowly begins to hit.
"Oh my god.”
“I never really moved out,” Blaine says, collapsing into a chair that Kurt graciously kicks out for him.
“I’ll leave you two to deal with this crisis,” Rachel says, winking, “Toodle-oo.”
Kurt turns to Blaine once Rachel has left the loft. “Um. You do kind of still live here.”
Blaine chuckles. “Yeah, I do. I guess we never really solved our problem.”
"Well,” Kurt says softly, reaching out to take his hand, “I would say we did. I mean…you’ve been still living here for two weeks and I never felt claustrophobic once.”
Blaine smiles. “That was probably because we both believed I don’t technically live here.”
“No, I don’t think it is,” Kurt says thoughtfully. “We’ve cut back on all the time we spend together when we’re not here and I think…I think that’s what we needed, you know? Space. In our everyday lives but not…not forever.”
Blaine squeezes his hand. “I do sleep better when I’m here. Sam snores.”
Kurt laughs. “I think we were so determined to talk our way through our first New York fight we kind of…over reacted.”
Blaine scoots his chair closer. “Yeah. I guess me moving out was never the answer.”
“Good thing you never really did,” Kurt teases and smiles as Blaine leans in for a kiss. “But just to be official because we never really were before…Blaine Devon Anderson…will you move in with me again?”
“Kurt Hummel,” Blaine says, voice soft and eyes bright, “I would love to."
Kurt bites his lip and eyes the clock. “Celebratory quickie before class?”
"I love living with you,” Blaine says, getting to his feet and tugging Kurt to the bedroom.