Yes, absolutely. I’ll set you up on the vegetable chopping and it’ll keep you out of the way for the real chef. I’m just kidding, I love having you in the kitchen.
I’m glad you don’t mind me bugging you in the kitchen, I like watching you work your magic. And I don’t mind helping here and there—even if it’s only fetching you the things you need.
Your schedule is always full since we always find something to do.
You’re right. But dinner sounds amazing. I can help? And by help, you know I mean get in the way.
The best feeling really. But, on that topic. Do you think I could cook for you tomorrow night and we could have a little talk?
Yes, yes—I’d love that, actually. I’ll clear my (non-existent) schedule.
Yes, it certainly has. We haven’t actually done anything, but I’m excited to finally have all that on the table.
Me too, Kurt. Just knowing that everything is out in the open and we finally have the option. It’s…it’s a really nice feeling.
No. Oh my goodness, Blaine Anderson, no it isn’t. Miss July…she saw my mark. I know you have one too.
And all day she’s giving me these…terrible looks, like she wants to just, break me in half or something. I swear I put concealer on it this morning, like I always do!
Oh…oh. Wow, I’m sorry, Rachel. And yeah…I do, and I know how hard it is to keep covered.
What she thinks…it doesn’t matter. She just doesn’t understand, like a lot of other people. It’s not your fault. I’m sure she’ll get over it sometime, she can’t just treat you badly for it.
Pumped Up Kicks just came up on shuffle and the afternoon has gone quite well.
I’m pretty sure the entire week so far has been going quite well, if i I do say so myself.
They are. Being a pedestrian around these parts is getting to me. I don’t care if you’re running late; you’re supposed to yield.
The rules are completely different in this city according to half of the insane people running around.
If one more bike messenger feels the need to nearly clip me on every single one of their sharp turns…
Those bikers are absolutely insane, Quinn. They will run you down and then blame you for it.
A certain shift happened within Kurt as Blaine moved closer to him. The sudden need to protect and consume overtook him. His fingers moved along Blaine’s arm, seeking out the mark on his wrist. He needed to feel it, to categorize that it was real and that it was really happening. He almost wished they were back in the apartment and not in public surrounded by random people and cars passing them by. After a year of waiting on edge for this amazing news, Kurt wanted to be alone to celebrate the immensity of the part of their relationship that was bound to shift. A shift that he’d yearned for every since his own mark had been revealed.
Kurt kissed Blaine back, his whole body buzzing with the pleasure and excitement of the situation. He marveled in the fact that they were actually able to do this freely. In Lima, they staunch the PDA between them, keeping it to soft fingertip brushes and looped arms. Never ever would they have been openly kissing like they were now. He thought that no matter where they were, they’d still be doing this, though. There was so much pent up tension and worry between them. It all seemed to fall away and all they were left with the love between them and the incredible happiness of the situation working out to the best it could’ve.
The fingers that began brushing a soothing pattern over the raised ‘S’ moved to tangle with Blaine’s, Kurt gripping the hand tight as if to pull him closer. The space between them was already narrow and they were in public. He’d have time to really claim and assert his dominance over his boyfriend, the urge pressed insistently against the front of his mind, but he pushed it back and made the simple celebration the real emphasis of the kisses they were sharing. He let it go on for a couple more minutes, their lips connecting and reconnecting, the kisses soft and gentle. “I love you, you know?” Kurt said in between a kiss, trying to catch a couple gasps of air. “We should get up and start to head home, but I can’t. I don’t want to move away from you for one second.” He moved a little further back, just out of reach to stop the kissing for the time being.
Blaine felt a rush of warmth flood his body despite the fact that it wasn’t the warmest of nights in New York City. His skin prickled with the heat that he felt, covering his body, and twisting low in his belly in response to the way Kurt touched and kissed him. A soft little noise escaped him, muffled by Kurt’s lips as they moved perfectly in time with Blaine’s own, the gentle fingers that brushed against the mark on his wrist made him practically swoon and want. He could feel the change between them happening already, a shift in their dynamic—if you will. It wasn’t a bad thing at all; it caused a little buzz of excitement inside of him actually. Now that everything was out in the open, all that was left to happen was for them to act on it, and god—that only made Blaine want it all more than he’d been craving it already.
They would of course, have to control themselves. They were in the middle of a crowded city, and Blaine suddenly became conscious of his surroundings again even though it all faded out just moments ago. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as Kurt’s hand slide into his own, feeling him grip tightly only it and without a second thought Blaine moved closer. The younger male’s eyes were closed in bliss as their lips joined in parted in a slow and gentle manner, but the desperation and built up tension between them shined through. Blaine smiled against Kurt’s mouth after he’d spoken, enjoying the few lingering seconds of the heavenly kiss before his boyfriend pulled away. A quiet whine slipped past Blaine’s lips as he attempted to chase Kurt’s with his own, instead settling for letting their foreheads lean together.
“I love you too…” He finally uttered breathlessly, collecting himself as much as he could while he took in multiple deep, ragged breaths to make up for the lack of oxygen. His entire body was thrumming, skin tingling, and mind racing. “You’re right though, we should go home. Too many people around.” Blaine whispered, nudging his nose against Kurt’s cheek in an affectionate manner. “I’m right here, right by your side and I won’t go anywhere. We can take a cab back to the apartment and then you can have me just as close again. Or any way you want me.” The words came out effortlessly; Blaine’s voice was low and soft as he tried to reason with the situation.
(Source: xblainexanderson)
