Blaine tended to get a bit hostile and bitter when he was drunk, usually he was reserved and calm, although a bit silly from time to time.
Kurt had only been in Iceland for three months and still felt quite drunk with the open spaces, mountains and pure calm so unlike Blaine he needed no alcohol.
�Oh please! Count your blessings first world child, there are far worse things that can happen than being cold“ Kurt was only kidding of course but he could get a bit irritated when people were ungrateful.
They were sitting at the dock that overlooked the Reykjav�k Mountain or Esjan. It was still dark out but you could make out the beautiful white mountain and the black streaks where the snow had not fallen.

Kurt and Blaine had been out all nigh, partying with there friends, going from bar to bar and dancing until their feet hurt. Over all it had been a very good night but Blaine had indulged a little bit too much so Kurt had felt obligated to walk him home. Somehow, he didn‘t know how; they had ended up just walking around for the better part of an hour before finally settling down at the dock.
�Common“ Blaine finally said as he staggered to his feet after a long silence �lets keep on walking, I‘m bored with this“

�Bored with what?“ The taller one said as he stood up, dusting the dirt off his backside.

�This!“ Blaine said as he gestured around, hands open as he turned in circles as if pointing in all directions � All of this. This small town, all you can do is eat, sleep, fuck and drink“

�I hate to break it to you Blaine but that’s pretty much what life is“ Kurt said with a smile on his face, guiding Blaine forward and away from the dock with a hand on is lower back.

�NO!“ Blaine suddenly said and shocked Kurt a little. He hadn‘t expected such a powerful response, but you never know what to expect with Blaine. He always Zagged when Kurt thought he was about to Zig � I refuse to believe that! There has to be something more to life! There just has to be...“
He said the last part in a slightly lower tone, with a hint of desperation.

Blaine was about to take another sip of his large Thule beer but Kurt stopped him just before his lips made contact with the bottle opening.
�I think you have had enough, let me take you home. I‘ll even walk you upstairs and listen to you rant until you fall asleep. But just please, lay the drink down; you won‘t regret it tomorrow.“
Blaine looked into Kurts eyes for a long minute before he but the drink down on the cold ground as if to say � Yeah, you‘re right “ . Then Blaine took Kurt’s hand and said quietly
�Okay lets go“.
They started walking hand in hand in the direction towards Blaine’s apartment. They were just 18 but it was quite usual for kids in Iceland to move out of their parents place around that age.
Blaine lived in a small apartment on the main street of midtown called Laugarvegur. His place was only in 10 minute walking distance from the docks. They walked the whole way together in comfortable silence, hand in hand.

Kurt and Blaine weren‘t together although they were both gay, they had just quickly become close friends after they had bonded over both being from the US, both living on a small island like Iceland.
Kurt had never experienced anything quite like Iceland. People were much more accepting of homosexuality than Lima, the fact that Blaine and he were walking hand in hand was not a problem. It all felt very freeing and Kurt felt he could breathe for the first time for a long time.
Although Blaine did have a point; there wasn‘t much to do here other than drink. Whether it was coffee at a small coffee house during the day time or alcohol at a crowded bar at nighttime.
But still every thing was just so small, so just...cute. It was hard to get overwhelmed by the problems of the world when you were in such a peaceful and quiet environment.

Kurt had been so preoccupied in his own thoughts that he didn‘t even notice that they were in front of Blaine’s apartment before he took his hand out of his to unlock the door.
The boys walked up the stairs, the old tree steps making creaking sounds as their feet made contact and left them. When they entered Blaine’s apartment the first thing that Blaine did was kick his shoes off in any direction and Kurt would line his up perfectly, Blaine threw his jacked off on the next chair but Kurt hung his up neatly on the hanger by the door.

Before long they were sitting down on the couch in Blaine’s almost dingy apartment, both firing up a cigarette.
Kurt had never even taken a drag before he came to Iceland, he didn‘t know how it had happened but now he smoked every day, not a lot but enough to make him addicted.
Blaine lay his head down on Kurt’s lap, unaware that suddenly butterflies sprung out of their cocoon in Kurt’s lower stomach.
They sat like that for some time; Kurt stroking through his friends curls, both taking drags form their cigarettes in an orderly fashion and blowing out beautiful blue grayish smoke. Kurt wonderd how something so deadly could look so beautiful.
�You really are a great friend, you know that right?“ Blaine said as he looked up at Kurt with the most earnest expression Kurt had ever seen.
�Oh quit your drunk talking“ Kurt replied although he couldn’t hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.
Blaine suddenly sat up straight and looked his friend right in the eye, his face merely inches from his.
�Kurt“ he said as he took his hands in his � I may be drunk but I do mean it when i say that i care for you a lot, I‘m so thankful for everything that you have done for me, for enduring me when I act stupid and for walking me home when I‘m irresponsible and drink too much. I really, really appreciate it“
Kurt looked at Blaine and was sure that every single word had been true but the butterflies in Kurt’s stomach fluttered wildly as if trying to get out from their cage, demanding attention.
Never had Kurt wanted to kiss Blaine as much as he did then.
He wanted to grab him and pull him in for a kiss so passionate that they would never want to let go, he wanted to push him down and just kiss him on hours till end.
But instead Kurt settled for patting Blaine’s hand and uttering � Thanks“ self consciously and looking down, trying to hide his blush from Blaine.
Blaine finally let go of Kurt’s hands and lay his head on Kurt’s shoulder, they sat like that for sometime until Kurt felt his eyelids begin to droop, exhaustion finally bearing down on him. He had almost fallen asleep when Blaine suddenly sat up and dragged Kurt into the bedroom. This wasn‘t unusual for them, they often slept in the same bed, mostly on nights like these.
Both boys stripped down to there underwear although Kurt was wearing a wife- beater but Blaine decided to forgo his.
Kurt sent a quick text to his host parents that would probably be up any minute now, letting them know that he would not be home until dinner time.
It was very hard for Kurt to have Blaine on display in front of him like that, he was just so damn comfortable, and so, so, so good looking.
Kurt could feel his cock begin to respond but he quickly quelled his desires by thinking about that time that he had walked in on his dad and his stepmom Carol. Kurt smiled to himself as he achieved success and climbed under the covers.
�What are you smiling about?“ Blaine asked with one eyebrow raised as he scooted so close to Kurt that they were now laying facing each other, no more than 10 inches between them.
�Oh nothing, just thinking about how happy I am here“ Kurt lied, well he hadn‘t been thinking that but he was happy here.
Blaine raised his hand up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Kurt’s ear and said in a quiet tone
�I‘m glad that you are happy, it makes me happy“
They smiled at each other for a few seconds before they both looked down shyly. It sort of amazed Kurt that Blaine could stand in front of him in all his almost naked glory without a second thought about how he looked but he would get shy like a girl in high school when they had one of their eye contact moments.
�Hey Kurt?“ They dark haired boy asked, still avoiding Kurts eyes.
�Yeah?“ Kurt replied lazily because he was almost asleep now.
�Would you... would you hold me?“ Kurt had never heard Blaine speak like that, so unsure of himself, as if Kurt would be disgusted and leave. He chuckled quietly because of how ridiculous that sounded.
However Kurt did not reply with words but rather instructed Blaine to turn around so they could spoon.
When all things were settled Kurt’s chest was pressed up against Blaine’s back. Their feet tangled together, Kurt’s hand over Blaine’s torso and groin pressed up against bottom. But somehow it was not erotic, it was sweet and pure.
And that’s how two boys in love fell asleep holding each other in a small apartment in down town Reykjav�k, on an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with millions of people on earth surrounding them, but somehow they were totally alone.