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Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Published: 2015-08-15 Words: 1595

Kisses from Butterflies

by candco
Summary

Blaine likes him, he likes him back, Blaine likes him, Kurt. Blaine likes him. Kurt cant
even comprehend his life right now. Theyre watching a movie together, but all Kurt can
see is Blaine.
Prompt 9: The same story, but told from both characters point of view. First told
completely from Kurts POV, then from Blaines.
Set after Original Song, ~1600 words, also written for another prompt I saw on
slightestwinds blog (listed at the end).

Notes
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-KurtBlaine likes him, he likes him back, Blaine likes him, Kurt. Blaine likes him. Kurt cant even
comprehend his life right now. Theyre sitting on the bed together, watching a movie together on
Blaines laptop, and theyre together and all Kurt can see is Blaine. Its Breakfast at Tiffanys,
Kurt thinks, but who knows what theyre watching. Hes just focused on Blaine. This entire day
has felt like a dream. He was kissed today. By a boy hes 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 its Blaine
matters a lot more than Kurt finally kissing a boy he wants to kiss. Kurt doesnt 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 dont 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 cant keep it contained.

Kurts 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. Theyre 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 Blaines 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 Pavarottis life, no matter how
bedazzled his coffin was. Tears sting his eyes.
But then, Blaine reached out his hand, said something cheesy and corny about getting each other
out of it, and Kurt took Blaines hand, and it was just easier. It was easier to breathe. It was easier
to walk away from Pavarotti in the ground. It was easier to accept losing Regionals. It was easier
to know that New Directions were celebrating right now. Life is easier with Blaine. Kurt jerks
from the stunning revelation. Blaine. He has Blaine now. Nothing in life will ever be so hard, so
difficult, because he has Blaine now. And Blaine could break him, break his heart, and this is so
risky and scary, but Kurt has been through scary, alone, and he would rather take the risk with
Blaine. Kurt has been waiting his whole life for Blaine, and this is happening now. Kurt has
Blaine. Forever, Kurt will have Blaine. Holding Blaines hand, Kurt can go through anything. As
long as Blaine is there, life is just easier. Better. Tears sting his eyes for an entirely different reason
now.
He surreptitiously wipes the moisture from the corner of his eyes, and Blaine glances over at the
sudden movement. Kurt gives him a watery smile, and Blaine gets him, and finds Kurts hand and
links their fingers together.
Yes. With Blaine holding his hand, god, Kurt feels like he can take on the entire world and win.
Kurt leans onto Blaines shoulder, lets his eyes close in contentment. Kurt feels safer than hes
ever felt. He feels a joy bursting through his chest, heart dancing from the giddy happiness, and
lets himself drift with Blaines warm, steady presence under his cheek, and drifts
Kurt feels something fluttery on his cheek, and a harder press at his lips. He works through the
haziness of waking up of sleep when did he lay down? sees Blaines flustered face a few
inches above his. Kurt smiles.
Sorry, Blaine whispers, You just looked so you.
Kurt understands. Blaine, just Blaine, the sheer Blaine of his life overwhelms him too, and pulls
Blaine down for a proper kiss.
-BlaineBlaines heart may never calm down. Ever since he saw Kurt singing Blackbird, he feels like a
changed man, like his heart is pumping just for Kurt, and hasnt stopped pounding since. Blaine
keeps his eyes fixed on the movie in front of them, some old Hepburn movie, and Blaine loves
Audrey, but he could care less about her right now. After theyd come back from burying
Pavarotti, they changed into comfy clothing, and Blaine knew that they both just wanted to watch
something easy and light. He doesnt even know what theyre watching. Kurt picked it out. Kurt
did ask Blaine if he was okay with his selection, but all Blaine saw was Kurts face, those
beautiful eyes, and Blaine nodded. It doesnt matter what Kurt picked, Blaine will never say no to
Kurt.
At least, never again. How could Blaine have been so blind, so slow for so long? Of course he
loves Kurt. Of course. There is no other option. Blaine cant remember a time when he didnt love
Kurt, even from the beginning, Kurt was a flitting thing in his heart. Kurt singing Blackbird isnt

what made Blaine fall in love, it just opened his eyes, gave that feeling he had always felt a proper
name. Blaine was already in love. Something about seeing Kurt, those eyes clouded with tears,
nose red from crying, cloaked in deadly black, but so open and vulnerable, and Blaine remembers
thinking, Im there. Im yours. I want to always be there. Please be better. Please feel better.
Please dont cry, because youre the best thing. Kurt, youre the best, and I lo-love I love you. I
love you. I think Ive always loved you, because this doesnt feel any different from before, it just
that Im acknowledging it now. Kurt, I love you, youre amazing, incredible. For so long, Blaine
had hidden parts of himself. Obviously not all of it, Dalton and the Warblers were incredibly
friends, and Blaine didnt even know he was repressing feelings until he saw Kurt. Kurt, who
wears his heart on his sleeve, who is so brave and so honest and courageous to be so vulnerable in
others. It cracked something open in Blaine, a layer he never even knew he had, and Blaine had
never felt so strong before.
Blaine keeps his eyes on the movie. He cant look at Kurt right now, because if he does, Blaine is
going to fall into feeling, so many feelings, all over again, and Blaine is still recovering from
falling before, and he needs to not look at Kurt right now. Blaine looks into those eyes of Kurts,
and he knows, he knows hell fall so deep and so hard and so fast and so long hell feel
weightless. Weightless. Like nothing is holding him down. With Kurt, Blaine feels lighter, freer
than before. With Kurt, Blaine has nothing weighing him down, and he can honestly, openly be
himself. All of himself, and he knows that Kurt will catch him, accept him, no matter what. In
Kurt, there is a new surety in Blaine, a new confidence, a new bravery.
In the corner of Blaines eye, he sees Kurt move his hand to wipe a tear off his face, and Blaine
just wants to be there. Always. Every time Kurt has tears in his eyes. Blaine finds Kurts hand,
links them together. He wants to tell Kurt, you make me feel more like myself than I ever could.
You just make me feel. You move me, Kurt. You move me, and you make me. I never knew
someone could be so honestly themselves, without any apologies, until I met you, and you inspire
the same thing in me, every day, every single day, and Im sorry I didnt realize it sooner. How do
you tell someone that? How do you say that? You cant. So Blaine just squeezes Kurts hand
harder, hope that through his fingers Kurt can feel his love.
Then, Blaine feels a warm presence on his shoulder. Kurt leaning on him, Kurts leaning on his
shoulder, and Blaine can smell the shampoo, and Blaines heart could burst. Kurt trusts him, feels
safe with him, because Kurt has a different relationship with physical touch than Blaine, and
Blaine knows that, and will never take advantage of it, and will always appreciate it an oh,
Kurts asleep.
Kurts chest is rhythmically heaving, and little breaths escape him, and Blaine beams. He slowly
maneuvers Kurt horizontally onto his bed, being careful not to wake him, because its been a long
day. An amazing day, but an eventful day, and he wants Kurt to rest. Blaine can look at Kurt
now, at that peaceful, sleeping face, and a rush of affection overcomes Blaine. He leans forward to
kiss Kurt, just a peck on the cheek, and then Kurt moves his head an oh, he kissed Kurt. He
kissed Kurt. He kissed Kurt while hes sleeping, and oh no, god no, this is bad, Blaine knows that
this is bad, because Kurt has received one too many unwanted kisses in his life, and Blaine does
not want to be another one, and how could he do that, how could Blaine kiss Kurt without Kurts
consent?
Kurt opens his eyes, and Blaine feels words blurting out of him before he can help it, Sorry, you
just looked so you.
Kurts face pulls into a bright smile, and Blaine is falling again, but maybe because Kurts
pulling him down for a real kiss.
You move me, Kurt.

End Notes

The prompt I saw from slightestwind: Imagine person A of your OTP trying to secretly
kiss person Bs cheek while theyre asleep, but B shifts and A accidentally kisses their
mouth and pulls back flustered and looks down at a wide eyed B who pulls them back for
a real kiss.
Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! Please say hi to me at tumblr (candco).

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