Kisses from Butterflies
Blaine likes him, he likes him back, Blaine likes him, Kurt. Blaine likes him. Kurt can’t even comprehend his life right now. They’re watching a movie together, but all Kurt can see is Blaine. Read on AO3.
Prompt 9: The same story, but told from both character’s point of view. First told completely from Kurt’s POV, then from Blaine’s.
Set after Original Song, ~1600 words, also written for another prompt I saw on slightestwind’s blog (listed at the end).
Blaine likes him, he likes him back, Blaine likes him, Kurt. Blaine likes him. Kurt can’t even comprehend his life right now. They’re sitting on the bed together, watching a movie together on Blaine’s laptop, and they’re together and all Kurt can see is Blaine. It’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Kurt thinks, but who knows what they’re watching. He’s just focused on Blaine. This entire day has felt like a dream. He was kissed today. By a boy he’s just a little bit in love with. And not just any boy. But Blaine. Blaine. Blaine is the one who kissed him. Somehow the fact that it’s Blaine matters a lot more than Kurt finally kissing a boy he wants to kiss. Kurt doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Today he was kissed for the first time. Today. Not the crap with David, and no, Kurt is not thinking about that right now. Not today. And certainly not the makeout session he had with Brittany. Those don’t count, he thinks fiercely. Kurt is adamant. Today Blaine kissed him, told him he was moved by him, and Kurt is so in love with this boy that he can’t keep it contained.
Kurt’s still staring at Blaine, at his slick hair gelled neatly, at those bright eyes watching the screen in front of them, and Kurt is solely focused on Blaine. They’re just come back from burying Pavarotti, and that was bittersweet. Pavarotti is-was important. Pavarotti listened. He listened to the good stuff, chirping whenever Kurt gushed about Blaine’s dreamy eyes, and the Warblers being so accepting. Pavarotti listened to the bad stuff too: whenever Kurt was missing home, his dad, Carole, even Finn, missed McKinley with a visceral ache in his chest. Pavarotti was a friend, and putting him into the ground was terrible and an insult to Pavarotti’s life, no matter how bedazzled his coffin was. Tears sting his eyes.