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See, see. I know a lot of people are screaming “masturbation” over the picture of Kurt on Blaine’s side table, but it’s on the other side of his bed which makes me think that he keeps it there because that side of the bed is Kurt’s. So Kurt is there, even when he isn’t.
And at night, when Blaine is feeling lonely or tired or had had a bad day, he can call Kurt and just listen to him talk and look at his picture and fall just a little bit more in love.
Burt and Kurt telling Blaine about the NYADA letter…
Awww… look at how surprised and pleased Blaine is. Kurt looks surprised too, but Blaine looks like a little boy who has to stay at home in bed because he is sick and was probably expecting to be all alone, but then his friends showed up and he got that soft, warm happy feeling curling in his tummy, because he does have other friends. And later when he pulls two glasses for a toast it is as if he was only expecting Kurt to be there, his soul mate and best friend, and no one else. He must be crushed because of what happened with the Warblers, but here we see him happy and grateful for their attention.
because sometimes all I want is a blind!Blaine AU
“I can feel your pulse beating,” Blaine whispered, rubbing his nose against Kurt’s and breaking the silence that was there.
“Oh, can you, now?” Kurt asked, stroking Blaine’s back. It wasn’t often that they got to do this, just lay on Kurt’s bed and simply be, holding each other in quiet and relaxation.
“Yeah,” Blaine whispered. He began tapping his forefinger on Kurt’s chest in a slow, steady rhythm. “It’s like that.”
Kurt picked up Blaine’s hand from his chest and kissed his fingers sweetly. “I love you,” he said quietly, not wanting to break the beauty of the moment as he laced their fingers together.
Blaine’s lips curved into a small smile and he whispered, “I love you, too.” It was silent for a few more moments before Blaine asked something else.”Explain to me what you look like, again?”
Kurt’s heart nearly broke at the words, but he didn’t let his voice express it. “My hair’s brown and my eyes are plain blue. My skin’s pale and I’m too tall for my age. There’s not much to me,” he answered.
Blaine frowned. “Rachel says your eyes area thousand colors. She says they’re blue and green and silver and even have gold in them sometimes. They remind her of blown glass, but..yeah..,” he trailed of for a moment.
“I-,” Kurt began, but Blaine cut him off with a soft shush.
“Your hair is soft like silk when I run my hands through it,” Blaine continued, combing his fingers through Kurt’s hair to prove a point. “Your skin is no exception, it’s soft and toned and warm and it feels like home.” He positioned himself so he was just inches from Kurt’s face. “Your lips are sweet and smooth, Kurt. Kiss?” Kurt obliged and pressed a sweet kiss to Blaine’s lips, and when Blaine broke it, he squeezed Kurt’s hand. “Our fingers fit perfectly, and I can honestly say that you, Kurt Hummel, are the most beautiful boy I have never seen.”
