fic: meant to be near me
Media: Fic
Title: Meant To Be Near Me
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if any): 5x01
Warnings (if any): none
Word Count: 624
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, this is a work of fiction. Title from “Got To Get You Into My Life" by The Beatles.
Summary: Post 5x01 reaction fic. Fluffy fluffy fluff.
It’s been a long time since he’s had Blaine in bed-really in bed, where he can bury his nose in his chest and rub his stomach and scratch his nails through his hair, where he can smell Blaine mixed with clean sheets. He’s so pretty in bed.
“When I got home that first day, I wrote all in my journal about you. How you had the prettiest eyes and the prettiest smile and how much I wanted you to kiss me already. I’d only known you for a day and I was already desperate for you to kiss me.” Kurt’s whispering to him, but they don’t need to be whispering. Blaine’s parents are out and his bed is as quiet and comforting as it’s ever been. Kurt pulls the covers over them and rests his chin on Blaine’s chest to look at him.
“Such is the plight of the sixteen year old.” Blaine says with a smile, that same smile he had when he was sixteen.
“God, we were so young.”
“We’re still so young.” Blaine says, putting a hand on Kurt’s back and rubbing little circles.
“I’m glad we are.” Kurt says softly. He traces Blaine’s jaw with his fingers.
When he looks at Blaine then, he sees all of him-all the versions of Blaine he’s known for three years, all that they’ve done together, all the thousands of times they’ve kissed. And he sees himself, the self that he was before Blaine and the self that Blaine helped him to become. Everything about him-his face, his body, his home-is memory. Memory of teenage years that he’s close to leaving, memory of so many firsts, memory of deep belly laughs and kisses that taste like love and hands holding his. He’s so in love with this boy he sometimes can’t stand it. He hasn’t been able to stand it for the last three years.
“We’re getting married.” Blaine says quietly, like it’s a secret. Kurt laughs-a combination of happiness and disbelief-and kisses Blaine.
“Yes we are.” He whispers onto his lips, smiles against Blaine’s. “How long have you wanted to marry me?” Kurt says when he pulls back.
“I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to marry you.”
“I actually have an answer, you romantic asshole.” Kurt pokes him in the chest with a smile.
“That is my answer. I’ve wanted to marry you my whole life. What’s yours?”
“Well in my schoolboy fantasies, I wanted to marry you the day I met you. But realistically, as in- “I might actually spend my life with this boy”-it was prom. The first one.”
Blaine looks at him in that way Blaine does-adoration and awe and so much damn love-and nods.
“You were so brave and you made me just...burst, and then after we watched Chicago, remember that, and you fell asleep with your arm slung over me and I just-wanted that for the rest of my life. Wanted you for the rest of my life.”
“Really?” Blaine’s eyes are big.
“Of course really. You never...you never seemed like just a boyfriend for me. I always knew you were going to be something bigger than that.”
Kurt remembers how confusing that had been, convincing himself that he wasn’t delusional for wanting so desperately to marry his first boyfriend. But Blaine wasn’t just a first boyfriend, and he never will be.
“Every day I thank you for stopping me on the stairs. It could have been any other boy at that school, and you picked me.”
Kurt shakes his head no and leans in close, his words ghosting across Blaine’s mouth like a kiss.
“It couldn’t have been anyone else but you.”
Title: Meant To Be Near Me
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if any): 5x01
Warnings (if any): none
Word Count: 624
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, this is a work of fiction. Title from “Got To Get You Into My Life" by The Beatles.
Summary: Post 5x01 reaction fic. Fluffy fluffy fluff.
It’s been a long time since he’s had Blaine in bed-really in bed, where he can bury his nose in his chest and rub his stomach and scratch his nails through his hair, where he can smell Blaine mixed with clean sheets. He’s so pretty in bed.
“When I got home that first day, I wrote all in my journal about you. How you had the prettiest eyes and the prettiest smile and how much I wanted you to kiss me already. I’d only known you for a day and I was already desperate for you to kiss me.” Kurt’s whispering to him, but they don’t need to be whispering. Blaine’s parents are out and his bed is as quiet and comforting as it’s ever been. Kurt pulls the covers over them and rests his chin on Blaine’s chest to look at him.
“Such is the plight of the sixteen year old.” Blaine says with a smile, that same smile he had when he was sixteen.
“God, we were so young.”
“We’re still so young.” Blaine says, putting a hand on Kurt’s back and rubbing little circles.
“I’m glad we are.” Kurt says softly. He traces Blaine’s jaw with his fingers.
When he looks at Blaine then, he sees all of him-all the versions of Blaine he’s known for three years, all that they’ve done together, all the thousands of times they’ve kissed. And he sees himself, the self that he was before Blaine and the self that Blaine helped him to become. Everything about him-his face, his body, his home-is memory. Memory of teenage years that he’s close to leaving, memory of so many firsts, memory of deep belly laughs and kisses that taste like love and hands holding his. He’s so in love with this boy he sometimes can’t stand it. He hasn’t been able to stand it for the last three years.
“We’re getting married.” Blaine says quietly, like it’s a secret. Kurt laughs-a combination of happiness and disbelief-and kisses Blaine.
“Yes we are.” He whispers onto his lips, smiles against Blaine’s. “How long have you wanted to marry me?” Kurt says when he pulls back.
“I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to marry you.”
“I actually have an answer, you romantic asshole.” Kurt pokes him in the chest with a smile.
“That is my answer. I’ve wanted to marry you my whole life. What’s yours?”
“Well in my schoolboy fantasies, I wanted to marry you the day I met you. But realistically, as in- “I might actually spend my life with this boy”-it was prom. The first one.”
Blaine looks at him in that way Blaine does-adoration and awe and so much damn love-and nods.
“You were so brave and you made me just...burst, and then after we watched Chicago, remember that, and you fell asleep with your arm slung over me and I just-wanted that for the rest of my life. Wanted you for the rest of my life.”
“Really?” Blaine’s eyes are big.
“Of course really. You never...you never seemed like just a boyfriend for me. I always knew you were going to be something bigger than that.”
Kurt remembers how confusing that had been, convincing himself that he wasn’t delusional for wanting so desperately to marry his first boyfriend. But Blaine wasn’t just a first boyfriend, and he never will be.
“Every day I thank you for stopping me on the stairs. It could have been any other boy at that school, and you picked me.”
Kurt shakes his head no and leans in close, his words ghosting across Blaine’s mouth like a kiss.
“It couldn’t have been anyone else but you.”