Prompt Post #7
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'And accomplish what? Blaine said, his voice tight. 'I know he's disappointed. I don't particularly need to hear him say it.'
'But what if he doesn't?'
Blaine stood up suddenly, rounding on Kurt and snapping, 'Stop trying to fix everything, Kurt. You can't.' A moment passed in which Kurt simply watched Blaine's sudden display of anger, an incredulous look on his face, but then Blaine closed his eyes, sighed and sat back down. 'I'm sorry. It's been a long week and I'm tired and cranky. I know you mean well, but can we please just drop the issue?'
Kurt nodded mutely, before turning off the TV and standing up, holding out a hand to Blaine. 'Let's go to bed, okay?'
Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hand gratefully, and together they proceeded upstairs, first to the bathroom where they brushed their teeth and Kurt borrowed what products Blaine had, remarking that, while he didn't usually let Finn near his products, he had made him promise to bring Kurt's own products to tomorrow's competition, so he could do a proper routine then. Afterward they went to Blaine's bedroom, where Blaine found a spare pair of pajamas for Kurt to wear, and he threw them on the bed in front of Kurt.
'You can get changed in the bathroom if you want.'
Kurt, however, was already in the process of removing his clothes and he quirked an eyebrow in response. 'Really, Blaine, you had your hand on my dick not five hours ago. You think I'm gonna get shy on you now?'
Blaine laughed awkwardly at that and grabbed his own pajamas. 'Okay, well, I'll just... go and...' He pointed towards the door, and when Kurt looked questioningly at him, he explained, 'I have to take off my binder when I sleep. I've already been wearing it too long today.'
'Oh,' Kurt said, catching on. 'I don't mind,' he said quickly. 'I mean, I won't look. I can turn around. You don't have to go.'
'Okay.' Blaine nodded, and as Kurt turned around, getting changed while facing the door, Blaine hurried through the process of removing his own clothes until he was stood only in his underwear and binder. He tugged his hand into his briefs and removed the packer, which he quickly hid away in a drawer. He usually just left it lying on the night table or the dresser, but he thought the situation was awkward enough already without his fake penis lying around the room.
Blaine hesitated before taking off the binder. He looked up at Kurt who had finished putting on his pajamas, but remained dutifully facing the door. Even though Blaine knew that Kurt wouldn't actually see anything, and that he wouldn't suddenly turn around screaming “GOTCHA”, it felt like a lot to be getting undressed with Kurt in the room. Cooper was the only other person he had ever done that with since coming out, and even that had been difficult at first. It took Blaine a few moments to make the final decision, and when he did, he pulled off the binder in one quick movement, barely registering the relief to his back and chest, and made quick work of pulling on and buttoning the pajama top, before finally pulling on the bottoms.
Blaine glanced briefly in the mirror to check how visible his chest was. Thankfully he was fairly small-chested and the hormones had done their part to keep it that way, so he didn't have that much to hide, and the loose-fitting pajama top helped some, but the presence of a decidedly non-male chest was still obvious. There was nothing to be done about it, of course, and it wasn't like Kurt didn't know it was there, but Blaine still couldn't help the nerves that built up before he called out a soft 'Done,' allowing Kurt to turn around again.
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'You're cold,' Blaine whispered, though he was unsure why he should, since his parents' room was two doors down, and it was barely even eleven anyway.
'Mm, and you're warm,' Kurt mumbled tiredly and shifted again, slinging an arm around Blaine's waist and tugging at him until he got the message and moved to lie on his side, letting Kurt spoon himself around him. 'Deal with it.'
'All right, as long as you don't hog the covers,' Blaine said, smiling into the darkness.
'I make no promises,' came Kurt's response, and as Blaine felt Kurt's warm breath on the back of his neck, slowing down and steadying minute by minute, he thought to himself that Kurt could hog the covers all he wanted and keep Blaine awake with his cold toes all night long, and Blaine honestly wouldn't mind. As long as Kurt kept holding him like this, surrounding him and so reassuring in his mere presence.
Today, Blaine thought as he drifted off to sleep. Today was good.
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