Hors d'oeuvre
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #3: Consume
A/N - Takes place during s4e10 (Glee, Actually)
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“Kurt?” Blaine called through the bathroom door. Kurt sniffled and patted at his damp cheeks. “Kurt, you’re dad’s going down to the bodega, is there anything else we need for Christmas dinner?” Kurt cleared his throat and stared at his reflection in the mirror above the basin.
“No. I’m pretty sure we have enough food to feed an army,” he called back hoping that Blaine would ignore the false cheeriness in his voice. In the distance he heard the loft door groan as it slid open and grind shut with a pained grating noise. One of these days, they should do something about that. Maybe dad could fix it. Maybe dad...Maybe dad’s not going to be around. He swiped at another hot, fat tear as it slipped down his cheek.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked softly and then when no answer came, he gently opened the door and let himself into the cramped bathroom. “Hey,” he said quietly, like Kurt was going to startle and bolt. Kurt ducked his head to hide the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “Hey. Oh Kurt.” Blaine slid his hand up Kurt’s arm. “C’mere.” Blaine pulled Kurt into a tight hug as he broke down.
“Sorry,” Kurt rasped out as his sobs subsided. “Sorry, I just-” He pulled in a shuddering breath.
“Shhh, you have don’t to explain. I’m here, Kurt. Let me be here, for you. Okay?” Kurt pulled back and looked at his ex-boyfriend with gratitude. Even through all the hurts still to heal, Blaine was here. He would always be here. Kurt knew it. He could see it in a hundred visions of possibility and he felt loved in every single one. The lingering stroke over his damp cheek warmed him to his soul. He needed him. He needed love. He needed it now.
His lips smashed into Blaine’s in an urgent kiss. The hot slide of Blaine’s tongue against his was overwhelming and Kurt found himself pressing him against the closed door. Blaine leaned up into the embrace, kissing back fiercely, fingers digging into Kurt’s back. Breathless, Kurt pulled back and panted as the tips of their noses bumped together.
“I’m sorry, I’m- I’m not-” Kurt swallowed his words as Blaine’s eyes opened to stare into the heart of him. “I want-”
“Yes,” Blaine whispered. “Anything.” Blaine strained to hold him tighter when Kurt’s gaze dropped back to his parted pinked lips. Kurt let himself sink back into a gentler, deeper, kiss that made them moan in sync. Kurt wanted him, wanted all of him. Wanted to consume him, wanted to swallow him whole. Wanted to drop to his knees and-
The loud whining scrape of the front door rang out through the loft.
“Can you boys give me a hand with these? Hey, where is everyone?”
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