iloveweasleys:
there is a breakup and a month long silence. but when Kurt feels like missing his best friend becomes too much and calls Blaine some time in December, they decide to try and be friends again. like before - before kisses, and handholding, and love and sex. to ease back into the friendship, they opt for group hangouts. there’s an afternoon of tea and scones (Kurt loves pretending to be British, shut up) over at Tina’s house.
there is a movie night out with current and former Glee club members during which they decidedly don’t sit next to each other, but end up sharing a booth and an animated discussion of the movie’s ups and downs over burgers and a shared order of fries afterwards. there’s shy waving goodbye later, and Blaine has to try so hard not to run over and hug Kurt goodnight. or press a kiss to his blushing cheek. but of course that’s not something they did before so, no.
then there’s ice-skating the night before Christmas and how in the world did Blaine end up skating next to Kurt, swaying slowly to the music. he glances over every once in a while, but even without looking, he is hyper aware of the boy next to him, hands so close, almost touching. he’s trying to come up with something to say that won’t make him look stupid, or make Kurt feel like Blaine is forcing contact. he really just wants to reach over and wrap his cold fingers around Kurt’s gloved hand, or, even better, burrow his hand in Kurt’s coat pocket. but that was something he wasn’t allowed to do before they started dating, so it’s kind of out of the question. Blaine swallows down the sigh that wants to escape his lips, when someone knocks into Kurt, propelling him into Blaine’s side. it’s instinct when his arm wraps around Kurt’s waist, steadying him, but also drawing him closer without thinking. Kurt’s hand is on Blaine’s shoulder, when their eyes meet, and, oh he hasn’t been as close for a while. there are mere inches between them, and the world slows down. before Blaine can ask him if he’s okay though, Kurt shakes his head almost imperceptibly, takes a step back and out of Blaine’s grasp. a mumbled “sorry” and he’s gone.
he doesn’t see Blaine’s face fall, doesn’t hear Blaine’s heart crumble into even smaller pieces. doesn’t know that Blaine keeps scolding himself that night until he falls asleep around 2 a.m. Blaine feels like he fucked up - again - and he just doesn’t know what to do about the invitation to the Hummel-Hudsons the following day. he shouldn’t go, probably, should maybe just invent some excuse. but he has never been able to lie. he decides to check with Finn if he is actually still welcome for Christmas dinner come morning. who knows, maybe Kurt has decided by now that whatever they tried making work just isn’t worth it. Blaine finds that he won’t be able to blame Kurt if he tells him to please never contact him again.
okay. so.
Blaine does end up going to the Hudson-Hummels for Christmas dinner and it almost kills him how much they make him feel welcome. he stumbles his way through a talk about football with Burt (always afraid that Kurt’s father will actually shoot him some day), and is glad to be rescued by Carole asking for his help in the kitchen. The kitchen where Kurt is already helping Carole preparing some dessert for later. They still haven’t talked about last night and what it means, or how to go on. When they’re done peeling apples and heating up caramel sauce, Kurt clears his throat and softly asks Blaine to please come with him. Blaine nods, but doesn’t really dare look into Kurt’s eyes, too afraid of what is to come. With their coats on, they step out into the backyard. Blaine sits on the swing, feeling too shaky to keep standing. Kurt takes a breath, once, twice, and then he starts talking about how much he has missed Blaine and how much he has cherished these last few days with him. He tries to explain his flight from last night, and finally asks him to please be patient. that he isn’t ready yet, but that he hopes to be. some day. Blaine nods again, sorting through Kurt’s words and his emotions running through his head at top speed. he is startled when there’s the press of warm lips on his forehead, strong arms snaking around his neck. Kurt is hugging him tight, and, oh, Blaine has missed this so, so much. he buries his head in Kurt’s chest and carefully puts his hands around his waist. Blaine can wait. He totally can. For this boy, he’d wait a lifetime just to hold him again.
