somewhere only we know.: Misery; @ Kurt

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“Je suis plus sérieux.” Kurt kept his voice down, though he wanted to burst into song about his happiness. Eyes gleaming, Kurt dragged him inside, shutting the door again, with less care to silence the squeaky hinges. He pulled him onto the sofa, savoring everything Blaine was. He seemed different, almost new, from the way his hair fell, to how his toned arms tensed. Kurt shook his head slightly, questioning his sanity. How was it possible to notice such peculiar details about one person? He mumbled an unconnected string of French compliments, staring whimsically at Blaine.

“You’re going to kill me,” Blaine smirked, whispering as he was pulled inside and then onto the sofa. He knew he had to keep quiet, since he wasn’t exactly supposed to be here. Blaine pulled Kurt to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, never wanting to let go. As Kurt stared at him, he stared back, suddenly wanting to kiss him like never before. He looked beautiful, and maybe it was the distance, but tonight that beautiful glow around Kurt just seemed a thousand times brighter and lovelier. Sighing happily, he smirked and leaned forward to kiss him, “You’re the beautiful one, and yes, I heard that.”

A light blush spread over his face. “Non, le plus beau et tu, chéri.” Kurt shuffled closer, deciding it’d be easier if he just sat in his lap. Sitting sideways in Blaine’s lap, he resumed their embrace, a flurry of kisses, hugs, and fluffy words exchanged in two different languages. One of his hands trailed against Blaine’s back, stopping between his shoulder blades to put more force into the kiss.

somewhere only we know.: Misery; @ Kurt

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Kurt still hadn’t recovered from the song he’d heard only hours before. He still wondered how on earth he’d managed to get such an amazingly talented boy to fall in love with him. Rushing down to his father’s bedroom, he sighed silently at the sight of Burt deep in a dream. Walking soundlessly up to him, he tucked the light blankets around him, slipped back to the door, and closed it almost completely. Finn and Carole had gone out for a mother/son dinner, and, though Kurt and Burt had both been invited, they’d declined politely. They still weren’t ready to engage in the full celebrations of Mother’s Day, considering most previous Mother’s Days had been spent drowning in old memories. 

He hoped that Blaine wouldn’t ring the doorbell, as the Hudson-Hummel doorbell was notoriously loud, holding the unspoken award for being the most attention-seeking noise in the neighbourhood. He waited behind the front door, jumping slightly when Blaine’s muffled knock was heard. He pulled the door open slowly, for fear that the unreliable hinges would squeak and give away everything. 

He would’ve liked to say that their meeting was paced, tender, but it couldn’t have been much further from the truth. Kurt lunged for Blaine, hands pulling him into a tight embrace, and threatening to never let go. He remembered suddenly what he’d promised him, face already flushed. “Alors, bon monsieur, tu m’as manqué.”

Turning around, he smiled and met Kurt halfway, hugging him back just the same. He missed holding onto him like this. How were they surviving this? Before they had had trouble going a few hours apart, and now they were spending days apart. Still, they did call each other quite often, which helped make the distance just a little bit smaller. But the distance also made things seem so much better, as if the missing part made things more tender, even though they had lunged at each other. Groaning, he placed a kiss on Kurt’s forehead before raising an eyebrow, “You were serious about the French? Oh, but I missed you too, Kitten.”

“Je suis plus sérieux.” Kurt kept his voice down, though he wanted to burst into song about his happiness. Eyes gleaming, Kurt dragged him inside, shutting the door again, with less care to silence the squeaky hinges. He pulled him onto the sofa, savoring everything Blaine was. He seemed different, almost new, from the way his hair fell, to how his toned arms tensed. Kurt shook his head slightly, questioning his sanity. How was it possible to notice such peculiar details about one person? He mumbled an unconnected string of French compliments, staring whimsically at Blaine.

somewhere only we know.: Misery; @ Kurt

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A week was way too long to be away from his boyfriend. But this weekend had been practically impossible with his parents dinner thing that had caused him to be out all day and then mother’s day. He really couldn’t stand being away from Kurt, and the distance was awful. But he understood, he…

Kurt still hadn’t recovered from the song he’d heard only hours before. He still wondered how on earth he’d managed to get such an amazingly talented boy to fall in love with him. Rushing down to his father’s bedroom, he sighed silently at the sight of Burt deep in a dream. Walking soundlessly up to him, he tucked the light blankets around him, slipped back to the door, and closed it almost completely. Finn and Carole had gone out for a mother/son dinner, and, though Kurt and Burt had both been invited, they’d declined politely. They still weren’t ready to engage in the full celebrations of Mother’s Day, considering most previous Mother’s Days had been spent drowning in old memories. 

He hoped that Blaine wouldn’t ring the doorbell, as the Hudson-Hummel doorbell was notoriously loud, holding the unspoken award for being the most attention-seeking noise in the neighbourhood. He waited behind the front door, jumping slightly when Blaine’s muffled knock was heard. He pulled the door open slowly, for fear that the unreliable hinges would squeak and give away everything. 

He would’ve liked to say that their meeting was paced, tender, but it couldn’t have been much further from the truth. Kurt lunged for Blaine, hands pulling him into a tight embrace, and threatening to never let go. He remembered suddenly what he’d promised him, face already flushed. “Alors, bon monsieur, tu m’as manqué.”

I hope we all didn’t die.

teena-chang:

Where is everyone?! 

We’ve turned into zombies.

somewhere only we know.: kurt-elizabeth-hummel-: somewhere only we know.: It’s a beautiful...

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His fingers played in Blaine’s hair roughly, and he hoped he wasn’t actually hurting him. Pulling back, he smiled, dazed, at Blaine. He flopped back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes with his hands, looking up at him. “You’re so beautiful. Even with the glasses. Especially with the glasses.”

It didn’t hurt at all. It felt wonderful, the slight roughness that usually never came out unless they knew they couldn’t be caught. Blaine smiled back at him, breathing out. Leaning on his hand, he loomed over Kurt, smiling down at him. Kissing him again, he shook his head, touching Kurt’s hair lightly, affectionately, “You’re the breathtaking one. You’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Kurt sat bolt upright, ready to deny what Blaine had said, but was cut off by Blaine’s mouth against his, passionate and yearning. “When you put it that way,” he blushed, “I… I must be gorgeous, if you’re saying that I am…” Kurt grabbed his shoulders suddenly, pulling Blaine back into a kiss to match the one he’d received moments before.

Blaine’s breathing was slightly labored as he pulled away, but he wanted those beautiful lips on his again. He smiled and nodded, trailing little kisses against his jaw, “I’m saying that you are. You’re gorgeous and the most amazing person I know. Oh, Kitten.” He growled slightly, pulling Kurt, only to find himself being pulled as well. 

Their lips collided, smashing into each other, no space in between. Kurt’s hands gripped at Blaine’s shoulders, making sure he wasn’t thinking of pulling back. He shivered at the mention of his pet name, feeling the blush become even redder on his face than it had been. “I love you, Blaine.” He whispered into the kiss, voice shaky.