“Blaine. Blaine, wake up,” Kurt whispered in his ear.

Blaine opened his eyes and found Kurt sitting on his knees on the bed in front of him.

“Kurt? What’s going on? Is something wrong?” Blaine asked in a thick and sleepy voice. His eyes were heavy and his head confused as he felt a steam of panic creep under his skin.

“No. Not at all. Hurry up, put on some clothes,” Kurt said and tripped out of the bed to wait for him.

Blaine didn’t understand a word of what was going on, but he sat up, his eyes only now getting used to the dark. He looked at his watch before he looked back to Kurt who was tripping on tiptoes in the middle of the floor.

“Kurt, it’s midnight. What are you doing?” he asked, but he realized that Kurt was fully clothed. He was wearing tight jeans, a shirt tucked into his pants and a scarf around his neck. His hair looked as perfect as always and he seemed excited.

Blaine decided it would be purposeless to ask anymore so he got up and dressed as requested.

As soon as he was ready Kurt tripped soundlessly out of the room and Blaine followed without questions. Kurt led them outside and down the street in the opposite direction of the one they usually walked when they were walking to town.

Suddenly Blaine found himself in the middle of a green patch like the one they always came at in Washington, only this one was much smaller and there was no playground, but a few trees surrounding them.

Kurt sat down with crossed legs and closed his eyes the way he did it when he was about to meditate. Blaine kicked a little in the ground with the nose of his shoe before he sat down in front of Kurt and mirrored his position.

“Would you sit next to me instead, please?” Kurt asked quietly, and when Blaine opened his eyes he saw that Kurt was staring at him.

“Sure. Of course,” Blaine agreed and moved over to sit next to him.

Kurt pulled his knees to his chest and let his head down to rest on Blaine’s shoulder.

“Look at the stars. Look how the shine falls over the grass and make it go from black to silver,” he whispered out of nowhere.

But all Blaine could see was the way the shine of the moon made Kurt’s skin look silver. They sat like that for a long time. The cold ran through Blaine’s jeans and made all of his muscles stiff and aching, but he was determined to not let himself start shaking - he didn’t want Kurt to know that he was freezing, because then he might say that they should go home, and go to bed. In their separate beds, in separate rooms.

“Thank you,” Blaine said, interrupting the sound of the wind squealing in the trees around them. He hesitated a little, but eventually he took a deep breath and let his arm around Kurt to drag him closer.

“What for?” Kurt asked confounded as he let his hand down to place on Blaine’s thigh, making a shiver run down Blaine’s spine.

“For coming. I… when I called you that day I just… needed to hear your voice, and needed you to calm me down. And then you were just standing there, in front of me. And stayed with me,” Blaine blabbered out, unable to stop himself before he had let it all out in the open.

He was so relieved. He had needed to say it. He didn’t feel that he could thank Kurt enough, and yet he didn’t feel like he had thanked him at all; even though Kurt had dropped everything to cross the country just to give him a hug.

“But how could I ever do anything else? You needed me - how could I just leave you alone?” Kurt said it like it was the most irrational thing anyone had ever said to him, like he in no way understood what it was Blaine was saying to him - and Blaine was glad that they couldn’t see each other’s faces.

He tightened his arm around Kurt, and he felt Kurt squeeze his hand around his thigh.

“Thank you. I just… I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come.” Blaine swallowed, and realized that it was true.

When he had called back to the commune and the girl had said that Kurt wasn’t there he had felt the last piece of his world shatter. He had needed Kurt to talk him down and comfort him so badly, but then he hadn’t been there - and then when Kurt showed up on his front porch the next day it was like all clouds left the sun.

“But there isn’t any reason to think about that. Because I am here, and I could never leave you alone when your world had just fallen apart.” Kurt’s voice was soft and honest. He let his thumb brush over Blaine’s thigh a single time.

“I wish I could have met your mom. She was beautiful,” Kurt said after some time, and a flame ran through Blaine.

His throat tied up, and he remembered the letter his mom had left on his pillow. A rush of sadness filled him, and suddenly the black trees seemed melancholic; like they felt the sorrow that made his heart cramp up.

“She was the best woman I ever met,” Blaine said. He noticed that his voice had turned weak, and he was sure that if it had been physical it would crumple from a blow of the wind.

“I know she was. How could she have been anything else? She raised you,” Kurt answered, making Blaine’s stomach coil up and ache.

The cold grass made his ass numb and his fingers were so freezing that he almost couldn’t move them, but he still didn’t want to leave.

“It’s raining,” Kurt announced, as Blaine felt a drizzle on his face, and the grass starting to get wet.

“Come,” Kurt said and jumped to his feet, grabbing Blaine’s hand to help him up.

And they danced. They felt the drizzle transform to a light rain, making their hair go wet. Blaine let his hands lock around Kurt’s neck as Kurt’s arms were on his back and his hands on his shoulders pressing Blaine’s chest against his own while their feet moved slowly around the wet grass.

“There’s a reason I brought you here,” Kurt suddenly said, his silk voice almost inaudible through the whining wind and falling rain, even though his lips were right next to Blaine’s ear.

“Why?” Blaine asked, without the slightest idea of what to expect what was next to come.

Kurt released his grip and moved so he could look Blaine in the eyes, and Blaine saw again that the stars had been taken from the firmament and put in Kurt’s eyes instead.

“There’s something I want to give you. Close your eyes,” he said, not a demand but a request, his face indifferent, not giving Blaine any clue about what was going on, but nonetheless closed his eyes as told.

All he could feel was the cold rain dripping on his face, and running down the back of his shirt.

He had no idea what Kurt could want to give him, and he tried pushing away the thought that Kurt’s jeans were so tight fitted that it would be impossible for him to keep anything in his pockets and still move his legs.

Out of nowhere Blaine’s lips turned warm, and he could feel a pair of soft lips against his own. Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine’s, and he felt electricity take over his blood.

He rose to stand on tiptoes to let his arms stretch further around Kurt’s neck to drag him closer, while he let his lips move in sync with Kurt’s; let them move faster.

Kurt’s lips slowly parted and Blaine could feel the tip of his tongue trace over his lower lip, so Blaine stretched out his own tongue to let it meet Kurt’s, and Kurt gasped into his mouth, but volunteered into the dance Blaine’s tongue offered him.

Kurt’s breath was sweet and tasted vaguely of mint toothpaste, making Blaine nervous that his own breath was horrible. But he didn’t care, cause Kurt’s breath was warm into Blaine’s mouth that felt cold, and Kurt’s tongue was soft as his voice and hair, and even though Blaine had felt it excruciating to hold himself from kissing him, he now felt that it had been worth it.

He wished that he had done it before, and he was happy that ever since he had met Kurt he had refused to kiss anyone - because this was right. This was the only kiss that could ever feel right for him.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Blaine stammered, his breathing slightly panting against Kurt’s lips, not wanting to let them go, not wanting to lose their touch.

“I know you are. You’ve been for a long time. You just needed to figure it out yourself,” Kurt whispered back, and let the tip of his finger wipe a raindrop out of Blaine’s left eyebrow.

In that second a bolt of lightning tore open the sky and Kurt screamed excitedly against Blaine’s neck. He wasn’t afraid, Blaine was sure. Kurt was giggling, and the rain got heavy and fast, and in a second they were soaked.

Kurt took his hand and they started to run, careful not fall on the wet grass with thunder yelling at them over their heads. Once they were back on the sidewalk they ran so fast that Blaine’s muscles were screaming in protest.

Their fingers were locked together, and Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand as hard as he could, afraid that the rain would make them slip apart.

They were screaming and laughing, but as soon as they were at the Anderson front door they knew they had to be quiet when they entered the house to make sure they didn’t wake up Blaine’s father.

Blaine knew that it was risky, but they didn’t let their hands part as they tiptoed up the stairs. When they reached the top Blaine felt ice dropping to his stomach - what if Kurt just retreated to the guestroom now?

He couldn’t let him go away now, not when they were so close to the minute that they had to part - maybe for good.

He stopped at the top of the staircase and looked at Kurt through the darkness, but Kurt smiled at him and led him down the hall to Blaine’s own room. Blaine lit the lamp on the desk by the window, and he was happy that the light was dimmed so it didn’t ruin the moment.

Thunder and rain was booming outside the window, and the room was occasionally bathed in a lightning tearing the sky apart.

Their clothes were soaked and their skin was freezing, but on the inside Blaine felt like he was filled with boiling water.

He crossed the floor to the closet, and found out two plaid shirts and walked over to give one to Kurt.

“Put this on. So you don’t get sick,” he said, as he started to open his own shirt.

Kurt smiled appreciating at him and started letting his clothes drop in a pile on the floor before he put on the shirt Blaine had handed him.

Blaine hurried to change into his own shirt, uncomfortably aware that even his boxers were nearly dripping from the rain, and the white fabric was clammy and clinging to his skin.

Blaine pushed the pile of his own wet clothes to the side before he looked up and realized that Kurt had crawled into the bed and was waiting for him under the covers.

Blaine wasn’t really sure what to do, so he crossed the floor to lie down next to him.

Kurt’s eyes were shining through the darkness, and even though the wind and rain was roaring against the window his breathing seemed loud through the darkness it felt like the world had disappeared around them.

Blaine could hear the blood pounding in his ears, and feel his hair dripping from the rain, but all that mattered was that Kurt was lying next to him, smiling and waiting for him.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Kurt exclaimed, his face difficult to read, and Blaine started to wonder if it was something he actually wanted to hear; but he nodded.