The commune was buzzing with voices and silent Indian music. Gary was in a corner of the lounge with a ginger girl where they were looking through records. Linda was in the meditation room, and the rest of the lounge was filled with people smoking or whispering together, not breaking the quiet blanket that was covering the commune.

Blaine was lying on the futon, listening to the humming, trying to relax. He still hadn’t called his parents as he had promised, and he felt guilty. He just couldn’t comprehend the possibility that his father would answer the phone and yell at him or his mom crying answer, asking him to come home.

He imagined how his mom had come home to find the note on the counter. How she would have cried and called for his father through the house, only to find out that no one was there. That she was alone. She always was.

The soft tickling of fingertips brushing up his naked ribs made a shiver run through his body. It was followed by a silent blow in his ear, and before he opened his eyes he knew that it was Kurt. He recognized the feeling of his fingers and from the scent of summer rain.

“Hey you. What’s going on?” Blaine asked in a whisper.

Blaine had fallen asleep next to Kurt the night before, but when he woke up in the morning Kurt had been gone. He had been gone all day, and no one had seen him. At first Blaine had thought it seemed odd, but then he figured that it was a very Kurt thing to do, and decided not to worry before he had been gone for a longer period of time.

Kurt let a finger to Blaine’s lips to hush him. He let his eyes blink a few times before he turned to the table and grabbed a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil.

“I have vowed to live this day in silence”

His writing was artistic and twirling, and his Y looked like it was about to jump out of the paper and turn into a flower.

A day in silence.

What a strange thing to do, Blaine thought. But as strange as it seemed he also found it intriguing. How could a person go an entire day without uttering a word?

There wasn’t more time to think any further about it though, cause Kurt grabbed his hand and dragged him off the futon, and led him through the apartment and out to the street. Blaine almost asked where they were going, but then he recalled that Kurt wouldn’t answer anyway so he closed his mouth and followed.

As they walked through the streets of Washington Blaine noticed how strong the colors of the city was. He felt like they were going through a comic book painted in hard crayons. It was like the trees seemed greener, the sky more blue and the stripes at the barbershop more red.

He wasn’t sure what day it was. After he had come to D.C. the days had slowly drifted into a blur, and it felt like time had disappeared.

After having walked for an unknown amount of time they walked over a great lawn with a couple of trees and a playground at one end; children playing, laughing, screaming and crying.

Kurt sat down cross-legged on the green and gestured for Blaine to sit down across him. Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a peaceful expression flowing over his face. His hands were gracefully placed in his lap, his toes slightly separated sticking up at his knees, and his back and neck completely stretched out, yet his shoulders relaxed - Blaine thought he looked like a religious icon as he was sitting like that.

Blaine tried mirroring the posture, but he had a hard time doing so, which in the end resulted in him giving up and sitting as casually cross-legged as he used to.

The tender wind made his curls roll around his face, tickling his ears and eyebrows, the sun heating up his skin making him feel like he was being boiled.

He wasn’t sure what it was that Kurt was doing, but he closed his eyes too, and waited.

When his eyes were being shut off he slowly realized that his other senses were much stronger when he couldn’t see. He couldn’t just hear the children in the playground anymore, but he could also hear the cars from afar, dogs barking, birds singing and insects summing around them.

He could smell the grass, the flowers, the detergent in his clothes - and Kurt.

The wind and the sun felt so much more intense on his skin, the cool grass under his bare feet and the feeling of sweat prickling out under his hair and on his palms made shivers run down his spine.

Blaine licked the salty sweat of his upper lip, and decided that he wanted to follow Kurt’s example and go through the entire day in silence. He had no idea how long this would be, but he guessed that Kurt would tell him when that was.

He felt Kurt’s fingers in his hair, and when he opened his eyes he saw that Kurt had put a flower in his own hair and was now fastening one behind Blaine’s ear.

Kurt dumped back down to sit on the grass and gently took Blaine’s hands and turned them to face palms up between them. Kurt let his fingertips trail the lines of Blaine’s palms, softly and caressing, his eyes focused on Blaine’s as if he waited for something to happen from the friction of their touch.

Blaine had to swallow because of the intensity of the moment, and he felt awkward that he wasn’t able to make a comedic remark. The noises from the city had been muffled, and the only things to be heard were the birds singing over them.

They sat like that for a while; Kurt stroking the inner of his palms, listening to the birds and playing children running around them. For a second Blaine dared to let his hands close around Kurt’s and let his thumb brush over Kurt’s, but Kurt merely closed his eyes and gestured for Blaine to do the same, before he let his hands up to feel Blaine’s face.

His fingertips on Blaine’s skin made electric waves run through him, and he was afraid that Kurt had noticed the little twitch he did as they met, but Kurt didn’t seem to be marked by it.

After some time Kurt stood up and started walking back towards the city. Blaine was so confused about what was going on that he had to run to catch up with him. When he finally reached Kurt he was heaving for breath so Kurt stopped and put his fingers to his lips to hush him once more. When Blaine’s breathing had returned to normal Kurt started walking again.

*

When they reached the commune the sun was setting. A mix of red and golden spread across the rooftops and only a few people were present on the sidewalks.

“Hey. What’s up, love birds?”

As they entered the apartment the ginger haired girl Gary had sat with earlier met them. It had come to Blaine’s attention that she was merely referred to as Ginger which made a lot of things much easier.

The girl was wearing nothing but an open male shirt and a pair of small knickers. Her thick hair was prettily arranged in a braid hanging down her one shoulder, her lips were red and her breath smelled of beer.

Kurt held up a hand to stop her, and let his index finger draw an X over his lips, before he held out a hand flat in the air at Blaine’s jaw.

“Oooooh, you’re not speaking,” Ginger burst out, sounding a little drunk, before she proceeded her way to the kitchen.

Kurt turned to face Blaine and sent him a warm gaze before he bopped his head in the direction of the hall with all the rooms.

He led them into the meditation room. It was dark and empty. Yoga mats were all over the floor, except for a mattress filled with blankets in the corner under the window that was covered by dark scarves and hangings.

Kurt tiptoed over to peek under the drapes, still not making a sound before he came back where he had left Blaine in the middle of the floor and grabbed his hand, leading him to the mattress.

The way Kurt walked was incredible, he was so elegant and graceful that even the slightest movement looked like he was doing a sad ballet.

He stopped in front of the mattress, his hand still closed around Blaine’s but his back at him. Out of nowhere Kurt let go of Blaine’s hand, and started opening his shirt. He let it fall to the floor and let his pants and underwear too.

Blaine didn’t know how to react. He sensed that it still wasn’t okay to speak yet. The vow was still counting.

Kurt started pulling Blaine’s shirt off too, and opened his pants and started dragging them down.

He sat down on the mattress and gently pulled Blaine down to sit next to him. When they were both sitting he made them fall down next to each other, dragging the blankets over them to cover their bodies and heads completely, lying so close that they almost shared breathing.

The room was completely quiet. Not even the voices of the people on the other side of the door could be heard, not even the sound of the city racing by outside the window - nothing but their breathing. Blaine was almost certain that he could hear their hearts beating.

Blaine had never been naked with anyone before. Not if he didn’t count the locker rooms at school, and he really didn’t. That was about getting a shower after gym, nothing else.

This was different. This wasn’t about being naked.

It was hot under the blankets. He could feel the warmth streaming from Kurt’s body and gracing him in it, letting his body take it in and make it its own.

“Did you hear that?” Kurt said quietly, almost shocking Blaine. He hadn’t known that it was okay to talk yet.

“You did it too. The Vow Of Silence. Did you feel it?” Kurt asked again, this time a little more excited in his eyes, his voice still calm and quiet.

“You heard The Universe. It was speaking to you. And you felt it run through you. I saw it.” He wasn’t accusing. He seemed more amazed that Blaine had reached that point. As if he hadn’t expected him to follow through with the vow.

Blaine felt his lower lip quiver as he watched the light grow in Kurt’s face. He was back to the desperate need to speak up, say something; something that could show Kurt that he wasn’t just a dumb boy with a guitar and a full head of curls. But no words presented themselves.

“It’s okay. It’s dark now. You can speak,” Kurt assured him, as he let his index finger stretch out between them to meet Blaine’s in a flighty touch before he pulled it back. As if he wanted Blaine’s body to feel the assurance as well as his ears and brain.

“You are - so odd,” Blaine blurted out.

Even before the words left his mouth he wished that he could have stopped them, but it was too late. His brain had already given the orders to let them out, and now there was nothing to do about it.

“Thank you.” Kurt’s eyes lit up, as if he had just been given a very strong compliment.

“Your aura has so many colors. You are so filled with so much you don’t even know yourself. But tonight the dark blue that’s usually glowing from your throat has a more indigo tint to it. You should be proud of yourself.”

Kurt’s eyes were flickering wildly between Blaine’s. Like he was afraid that he was going to miss something if he didn’t keep full attention all the time.

Blaine was confused. He had heard others talk about the different meanings of auras and chakras, but no one had ever explained it to him, nor had he sought out the information himself. He hadn’t had the interest. Now it was like a magnet inside him was pulling him to finding out what it was Kurt was telling him - about himself.

“What - what does that mean?” Blaine dared to ask, his voice a rasp whisper from the hours of silence.

“The dark blue tells me that you are scared of what is to come, but tonight it has changed to a more indigo tone. It was there all along, but it was overshadowed by your fear,” Kurt explained.

“But… what is the - indigo, then?”

“It shows me that you are sensitive, and that you feel deeply. And the bright emerald green that drifts into yellow-green around your heart and lungs,” Kurt paused and placed a hand on his naked chest.

“It means that you are a lover. You are creative with your heart and soul.”

It felt like Kurt’s palm was burning a print into his chest. The touch was almost painful, but Blaine didn’t want it to go away. He wanted Kurt’s hand to stay there forever. He wanted to stay in that moment forever.

“Will you teach me how to love?” Blaine asked, not knowing why, not knowing where the question came from, but tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt like a 4 year old asking for help to the simplest thing as tying his shoes.

“You are love, Stardust,” Kurt whispered, forcing his hand harder into Blaine’s chest, almost as if he wanted to let it slide in through the skin and bones and nerves to find his heart and grab directly around it.

“I need you to teach me love.”

Kurt’s eyes suddenly seemed scared. His lower lip was trembling, and the touch of his hand seemed weak. Like he was a completely different person.

A tear streamed down Blaine’s face, but he didn’t care.

He hadn’t cried since he was a child. Not even when he had been alone. His father had taught him that a real man doesn’t cry, but that wasn’t why. He just hadn’t had any reason to cry.

“Do you feel this? Nothing can come between us at this very moment. Not even clothes are separating us. We can say anything we want, because this is it. This is the moment to say it.”

The intense feeling of honesty was filling their closed little space under the blanket. The lack of sound made their breathing sound like it was inside Blaine’s mind, and he felt his shoulders relax. He was actually comfortable about being naked.

He had never felt as safe as he did there, close and naked - with Kurt.

“I think you are beautiful.”

Blaine closed his eyes, afraid that he had ruined the moment with such a shallow observation. Afraid that he had disappointed Kurt by commenting on his appearance, knowing perfectly well how focused Kurt was on what was inside.

“It’s okay. I know that you don’t mean it like that,” Kurt cooed, as if he had read Blaine’s mind.

“One day I will show you my heart. Maybe not in this life or the next. But one day you and I will find each other under the stars, and we will know that it is the moment when we will melt to one - and you will see my heart.”

Blaine’s eyes were still closed as Kurt said the words, he was surprised when he felt a careful finger brushing over his cheek to wipe a tear away.

Blaine opened his eyes to find Kurt kissing the finger that had taken his tear.

“I promise.”

And Blaine knew that he did. That this wasn’t just some random, silly idea. Kurt really meant it.

“I want you to see my heart too,” Blaine said rushed, his voice almost begging.

“I know. And I will. As soon as you are ready. As for now - you still need to see it yourself.”

Kurt let his hand fall down to lie between them, next to Blaine’s own.

They stayed like this, listening to their breathing, staring into each others eyes for a while. The heat seemed to build up, but no matter how hot Blaine felt, he wouldn’t for anything pull of the blanket and return to the real world.

“You still haven’t called your parents yet?” Kurt asked out of nowhere, sweeping Blaine completely off guard.

Blaine hadn’t mentioned his parents once. For all Kurt would know he could have been a rich orphan on the run from J. Edgar Hoover himself.

“How did you -”

“Because I’m a psychic,” Kurt responded, Blaine stared at him with his mouth ajar in disbelief.

“I’m kidding. Linda told me.” He broke down in laughter. A beautiful amazing laughter. The most beautiful laughter Blaine had ever heard, like a child on Christmas morning. He was so surprised by the fact that Kurt had actually cracked a joke, that he didn’t know whether he should laugh or be quiet.

Blaine had actually started wondering whether Kurt had made a pledge to never as much as smile.

“Seriously. They must be worried about you. They are the reason you are scared, aren’t they?” Kurt abruptly shifted back to being serious, and Blaine wondered for a moment if the outburst of laughter a second before had been pure make-believe.

“My father is a military man. There is nothing more in this world he wishes for than his only son joining the troops. When I come back he will probably chop off my hair and ship me off without blinking.”

The scared look returned to Kurt’s eyes, this time it was mixed with sympathy.

It was so easy to talk to Kurt. There were no boundaries, and there would be no ridiculing or joking like when he talked to Gary. And Blaine knew that what he told Kurt wouldn’t be passed on. He could trust Kurt. He had faith in Kurt.

“My mom would try talking him into not doing so, but eventually he would get his way. He always gets his way,” Blaine concluded hollowly.

There was something in Kurt’s eyes that dragged Blaine’s up to lock them.

“If you go into the army you will die. Your heart is too big for the military.”

How was Blaine ever supposed to respond to that? He swallowed, trying to drag out time until he knew what to say, but failed miserably.

Kurt sensed that Blaine was stuck at the conversation and thankfully he changed the subject.

Kurt rolled over to lie on his back, letting his arm rest against Blaine’s, his hip so close that it almost hurt, and his thigh gently brushing against Blaine’s thigh and penis, a wave running to Blaine’s brain.

“It is remarkable that with all that love and inspiration, all that creativity and freedom there is here, you are still lying in a dark room naked with a boy you don’t even know.”

Blaine let his arm bend so he could rest his head on it, as he turned over Kurt’s words. It suddenly hit him that the answer had been lying next to him all the time.

“Honestly, I find them all boring. Uninspiring. They always say the same things about how they are going to stay young forever. They kiss and fuck and sing and smoke a lot of weed… but there’s never any passion,” Blaine explained, surprised at which force he whispered the words.

“But - then why are you here with me?” Kurt asked, his eyes confused, and his mouth slightly open, as if waiting for a bomb to drop.

“Because you have passion. You are inspiring. When you talk - Kurt - you have this… flame. When I wake up and see you lying next to me… I wanna run out and create. When I’m with you - I believe that this world might be alright.”

Blaine got a sudden urge to talk with big arm gestures and maybe even scream it out loud.

Instead he stayed where he was and let his eyes pierce into Kurt’s, for the first time since that day at Capitol Hill seeing him really smile.

“Maybe we should sleep.”

Kurt turned his head to stare at Blaine through the dark.

“If we stay here we can sleep without the presence of others, and we might be able to reach a higher conscious in our sleep.”

Blaine wasn’t sure what he meant, but he liked the idea. Whenever he was with Kurt he wished that they never had to be surrounded by other people again.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share Kurt with anyone. He just felt like it was so much easier to relax, and simply much easier to be breath.

Kurt shuffled to lie on his side again, resting his head on his elbow, his eyes like stars in the dark. Blaine knew that they had probably been in there for hours and it might be late, but he didn’t want to close his eyes.

His eyelids started drifting close, but every time he realized that he was almost falling asleep he hurried to open his eyes as wide as he could. He was afraid that he was going to miss a second with Kurt, and then soon he would never get a moment like this again.

“You are tired. You should let yourself sleep. There’s somewhere I wanna take you in the morning.”

Kurt let his hand up to brush Blaine’s eyes closed, barely touching his face.

“Goodnight, Stardust,” Kurt mumbled, before Blaine let himself drift off to sleep.