I Think We're Alone Now
“I didn’t think you were going to come,” whispered Kurt as Blaine plopped down next to him in the long grass. There was a hint of relief in his voice.
“Sorry you had to wait so long. It was hard to get away without raising any suspicion,” explained Blaine breathlessly.
“You’re here now,” replied Kurt with a small shrug before he cupped Blaine’s jaw and leaned in to brush their lips together.
Blaine sighed softly before leaning in to deepen the kiss.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” whispered Blaine, pulling back from the kiss just far enough to speak. “You’re the only thing holding me together.”
“You take my breath away,” was Kurt’s simple response.
They clung to each other for a long time, sharing kisses and enjoying the nearness of the other. The night air was a cool relief from the heat of the summer day. The sky overheard was a dark indigo covered in twinkling diamonds partially blotted out by shadows of slowly moving clouds. Time became myth as they sat together on the quiet hill, hidden in the tall grass and backed by a dark forest of evergreens. Finally Kurt moved; He reached for the buttons on Blaine’s shirt.
“Kurt,” spoke Blaine in warning.
“I just want to be closer to you,” pleaded Kurt, his fingers still clasping the top button of Blaine’s shirt.
“I hate them,” choked Blaine, but he allowed Kurt to undo the buttons of his shirt, regardless.
“Why? They’re beautiful!” Kurt sounded incredulous.
“You’re beautiful,” he added, looking up into Blaine’s hazel eyes.
Blaine bit his lip and looked up, willing the tears welling in his eyes to go away.
“If it weren’t for them...” he whispered in a half sob. “If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be stuck. I wouldn’t be there. If I didn’t have them, we could be together.”
“Hey, hey,” soothed Kurt, lifting his hands to cup either side of Blaine’s face. “If it weren’t for them we would never have met. Don’t forget.”
Blaine sighed and nodded shakily, looking down at his hands clasped tightly in his lap.
“Blaine,” sighed Kurt, his eyes sad and his voice soft but tainted with frustration. “I love you.”
“I know,” whispered Blaine.
“And I will continue to love you,” said Kurt, ducking his head to try to make eye contact with Blaine. “They can try to take you away, to keep us apart... but they can’t touch us... or what we have. Even if it is only stolen kisses and secret meetings, whatever time I get with you is worth the risk. You’re my world, Blaine. You’re everything.”
“I love you, too,” choked out Blaine, tears spilling from his eyes.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and allowed him to bury his head in his chest. Blaine cried softly, his body shaking with the quiet sobs as he burrowed deeper into Kurt’s embrace. Kurt rested his chin on Blaine’s unruly curls, holding him tightly and looking out over the dark buildings and security lights of the testing facility in the valley below them.
“Children behave,” he began to sing softly. “That's what they say when we're together. And watch how you play. They don't understand and so we’re...”
Blaine’s cries died away and he stilled in Kurt’s arms, listening to the unfamiliar song.
“...running just as fast as we can,” continued Kurt after taking a deep breath, his voice growing as he fed his own emotions into the song. “Holding on to one another's hand, trying to get away into the night. And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground. And then you say, ‘I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now; the beating of our hearts is the only sound.”
Kurt moved his hand to brush a thumb over Blaine’s jaw, eventually applying enough pressure to direct Blaine’s face up so he could capture his lips. Blaine leaned back against him as he kissed him back with a fervor sparked by weight of the emotions hanging between them. When Kurt finally broke the kiss, he gasped to catch his breath and then pressed his cheek against the side of Blaine’s head.
“Look at the way,” sang Kurt, going back to singing the old song. “We gotta hide what we're doin'. Cause what would they say if they ever knew? And so we're running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another's hand, trying to get away into the night. And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground. And then you say, ‘I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now; the beating of our hearts is the only sound.”
“I think we're alone now,” repeated Kurt after a short pause, his voice quavering a little. “There doesn't seem to be anyone around. . . I think we're alone now; the beating of our hearts is the only sound... I think we're alone now; there doesn't seem to be anyone around.”
Blaine body was relaxed and pliant in his arms by the time he had finished singing the song. It was almost an entire century old. Kurt remembered his mom playing it on her old-fashioned music player she called an iPOD when he was little. She had said it was actually a cover of an old song from way back in the 1980s that had been a cover of an even older song. It was scratchy-sounding, but the music had a melancholy feel that was only heightened by the imperfections of the aged device. Kurt remembered thinking, even as a small child, that it was the most romantic song he had ever heard. He never once thought he’d end up living the lyrics with a winged boy who lived in a secretive government-operated laboratory.
They sat in silence, letting the night engulf them and becoming part of the still nightscape. The cool breeze caused goosebumps to rise on the exposed skin of their arms. Finally, Blaine turned in Kurt’s arms and leaned up to kiss him with a desperation that didn’t match their previous stillness.
Kurt quickly kissed him back, reaching to finish unbuttoning his baggy shirt. Blaine shrugged it off his shoulders when Kurt had finished and letting it fall to the ground. Kurt broke the kiss and pulled back so he could search Blaine’s eyes. At Blaine’s nod, Kurt reached for the tensor bandage-like fabric wrapped tightly around Blain’s chest. Large, dark brown wings unfolded suddenly from Blaine’s shoulders after Kurt had unclipped the wrap. Blaine let out a soft sigh of relief at the liberation of his wings.
“Beautiful,” whispered Kurt reaching to run his fingertips through the soft feathers near the base of Blaine’s wing.
Blaine remained silent, simply reaching forward to tug at Kurt’s shirt. Quick to get the idea, Kurt pulled his shirt up over his head, followed by the undershirt. When his chest was as bare as Blaine’s they crashed back together, noses squished awkwardly as lips found each other with magnetic force. Kurt loved the feel of their bare chests pressed together. He loved being able to wrap his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and have them brush against feathers. He loved how Blaine’s wings would tent over them, hiding them from the rest of the world. It was safe. It was intimate. It was home.
They didn’t have time to do anything else but hold on to each other. Soon they would have to rewrap Blaine’s wings and set off in opposite directions before the 2 am bed checks at the facility where Blaine lived. And Kurt needed to get some sleep so he could manage to stay awake in his classes at Dalton Academy. They kissed fervently with a passion that grew from need for each other more than sexual attraction (though there was plenty of that in their relationship, too).
Kurt pulled back and whispered that they better go; Blaine reached for him desperately pleading for just a few more minutes. It would be two weeks before they would be able to meet like this again. Blaine was starting a new ‘treatment’ in the morning that would render him immobile during the nights. Kurt didn’t understand why Blaine would be the one to whisper ‘courage’ into his ear every time they hugged in good bye before parting. It broke his heart to know even a little bit of what they did to Blaine just because he was different and not be able to do anything about it.
One day.
One day things would change and Blaine would be free and they would be able to be together for real. For now they had these secret and heart-wrenching meetings.
“Sorry you had to wait so long. It was hard to get away without raising any suspicion,” explained Blaine breathlessly.
“You’re here now,” replied Kurt with a small shrug before he cupped Blaine’s jaw and leaned in to brush their lips together.
Blaine sighed softly before leaning in to deepen the kiss.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” whispered Blaine, pulling back from the kiss just far enough to speak. “You’re the only thing holding me together.”
“You take my breath away,” was Kurt’s simple response.
They clung to each other for a long time, sharing kisses and enjoying the nearness of the other. The night air was a cool relief from the heat of the summer day. The sky overheard was a dark indigo covered in twinkling diamonds partially blotted out by shadows of slowly moving clouds. Time became myth as they sat together on the quiet hill, hidden in the tall grass and backed by a dark forest of evergreens. Finally Kurt moved; He reached for the buttons on Blaine’s shirt.
“Kurt,” spoke Blaine in warning.
“I just want to be closer to you,” pleaded Kurt, his fingers still clasping the top button of Blaine’s shirt.
“I hate them,” choked Blaine, but he allowed Kurt to undo the buttons of his shirt, regardless.
“Why? They’re beautiful!” Kurt sounded incredulous.
“You’re beautiful,” he added, looking up into Blaine’s hazel eyes.
Blaine bit his lip and looked up, willing the tears welling in his eyes to go away.
“If it weren’t for them...” he whispered in a half sob. “If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be stuck. I wouldn’t be there. If I didn’t have them, we could be together.”
“Hey, hey,” soothed Kurt, lifting his hands to cup either side of Blaine’s face. “If it weren’t for them we would never have met. Don’t forget.”
Blaine sighed and nodded shakily, looking down at his hands clasped tightly in his lap.
“Blaine,” sighed Kurt, his eyes sad and his voice soft but tainted with frustration. “I love you.”
“I know,” whispered Blaine.
“And I will continue to love you,” said Kurt, ducking his head to try to make eye contact with Blaine. “They can try to take you away, to keep us apart... but they can’t touch us... or what we have. Even if it is only stolen kisses and secret meetings, whatever time I get with you is worth the risk. You’re my world, Blaine. You’re everything.”
“I love you, too,” choked out Blaine, tears spilling from his eyes.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and allowed him to bury his head in his chest. Blaine cried softly, his body shaking with the quiet sobs as he burrowed deeper into Kurt’s embrace. Kurt rested his chin on Blaine’s unruly curls, holding him tightly and looking out over the dark buildings and security lights of the testing facility in the valley below them.
“Children behave,” he began to sing softly. “That's what they say when we're together. And watch how you play. They don't understand and so we’re...”
Blaine’s cries died away and he stilled in Kurt’s arms, listening to the unfamiliar song.
“...running just as fast as we can,” continued Kurt after taking a deep breath, his voice growing as he fed his own emotions into the song. “Holding on to one another's hand, trying to get away into the night. And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground. And then you say, ‘I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now; the beating of our hearts is the only sound.”
Kurt moved his hand to brush a thumb over Blaine’s jaw, eventually applying enough pressure to direct Blaine’s face up so he could capture his lips. Blaine leaned back against him as he kissed him back with a fervor sparked by weight of the emotions hanging between them. When Kurt finally broke the kiss, he gasped to catch his breath and then pressed his cheek against the side of Blaine’s head.
“Look at the way,” sang Kurt, going back to singing the old song. “We gotta hide what we're doin'. Cause what would they say if they ever knew? And so we're running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another's hand, trying to get away into the night. And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground. And then you say, ‘I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now; the beating of our hearts is the only sound.”
“I think we're alone now,” repeated Kurt after a short pause, his voice quavering a little. “There doesn't seem to be anyone around. . . I think we're alone now; the beating of our hearts is the only sound... I think we're alone now; there doesn't seem to be anyone around.”
Blaine body was relaxed and pliant in his arms by the time he had finished singing the song. It was almost an entire century old. Kurt remembered his mom playing it on her old-fashioned music player she called an iPOD when he was little. She had said it was actually a cover of an old song from way back in the 1980s that had been a cover of an even older song. It was scratchy-sounding, but the music had a melancholy feel that was only heightened by the imperfections of the aged device. Kurt remembered thinking, even as a small child, that it was the most romantic song he had ever heard. He never once thought he’d end up living the lyrics with a winged boy who lived in a secretive government-operated laboratory.
They sat in silence, letting the night engulf them and becoming part of the still nightscape. The cool breeze caused goosebumps to rise on the exposed skin of their arms. Finally, Blaine turned in Kurt’s arms and leaned up to kiss him with a desperation that didn’t match their previous stillness.
Kurt quickly kissed him back, reaching to finish unbuttoning his baggy shirt. Blaine shrugged it off his shoulders when Kurt had finished and letting it fall to the ground. Kurt broke the kiss and pulled back so he could search Blaine’s eyes. At Blaine’s nod, Kurt reached for the tensor bandage-like fabric wrapped tightly around Blain’s chest. Large, dark brown wings unfolded suddenly from Blaine’s shoulders after Kurt had unclipped the wrap. Blaine let out a soft sigh of relief at the liberation of his wings.
“Beautiful,” whispered Kurt reaching to run his fingertips through the soft feathers near the base of Blaine’s wing.
Blaine remained silent, simply reaching forward to tug at Kurt’s shirt. Quick to get the idea, Kurt pulled his shirt up over his head, followed by the undershirt. When his chest was as bare as Blaine’s they crashed back together, noses squished awkwardly as lips found each other with magnetic force. Kurt loved the feel of their bare chests pressed together. He loved being able to wrap his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and have them brush against feathers. He loved how Blaine’s wings would tent over them, hiding them from the rest of the world. It was safe. It was intimate. It was home.
They didn’t have time to do anything else but hold on to each other. Soon they would have to rewrap Blaine’s wings and set off in opposite directions before the 2 am bed checks at the facility where Blaine lived. And Kurt needed to get some sleep so he could manage to stay awake in his classes at Dalton Academy. They kissed fervently with a passion that grew from need for each other more than sexual attraction (though there was plenty of that in their relationship, too).
Kurt pulled back and whispered that they better go; Blaine reached for him desperately pleading for just a few more minutes. It would be two weeks before they would be able to meet like this again. Blaine was starting a new ‘treatment’ in the morning that would render him immobile during the nights. Kurt didn’t understand why Blaine would be the one to whisper ‘courage’ into his ear every time they hugged in good bye before parting. It broke his heart to know even a little bit of what they did to Blaine just because he was different and not be able to do anything about it.
One day.
One day things would change and Blaine would be free and they would be able to be together for real. For now they had these secret and heart-wrenching meetings.
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