Nov. 7, 2011, 2:49 p.m.
Hold my Hand: 4
T - Words: 1,260 - Last Updated: Nov 07, 2011 Story: Complete - Chapters: 6/6 - Created: Oct 31, 2011 - Updated: Nov 07, 2011 1,168 0 0 0 0
“Kurt!” I turn to the left. Wes stand in front of me.
“No, Wes, remember me?” Wes shakes his head, jokingly.
“Yeah, sorry.” Of course it's not Kurt. That would just be too good to be true. Too easy. “What's up?”
“I just met with Principal Manlei, there's going to be an announcement tomorrow anyway but, there is an emergency meeting for student council members tomorrow morning.”
“Makes sense with everything going on.” I glance at my feet. “What time?”
“9:00am sharp. Don't be late. And-” Wes stops and stares at Kurt's door and licks his lips.
“Oh, don't worry I'll tell Kurt, when I see him. No worry.”
“Blaine, there's no need for that, I already have.” Wes tries to hold back a laugh staring at his feet.
“Wait-” I turn and see Kurt behind me. I hold back a scream. I ram a hug into his small frame and he hugs back.
It feels like it's been a million years since I've seen him.
“I was looking for you.” Kurt whispers. My heart soars. I can still hear Wes laughing behind me. I pull away slowly before Kurt speaks.
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“I'll be there, on time, thanks Wes.” I smile. Blaine doesn't let go of me. Wes nods and walks away.
“I-I.” He starts. I pull away and kiss his forehead.
“I love you.” I say.
He smiles a soft smile. I run my hand down his arm and hold his hand. He squeezes hard. I pull my keys out and unlock my door. Blaine slips in, closing the door behind him. The lights stay off, neither of us reach for them. I lean back onto his solid frame as his arms hug me from behind. My heart beats faster. Can he feel it? It's nearly about to pop out of my chest.
He exhales hot breath on the back on my neck. He slowly leans down and begins kissing my neck. After what just happened I can't believe how much lust I still have in me. I am ready to pounce.
He kisses harder and grazes his teeth on my skin. I moan. This is wrong. A student almost died, we should not be doing this. I should not be feeling the way I am. I want Blaine so badly.
I weigh the pro con list of whether or not to stop what Blaine is doing to me. I can't think straight, once his hand slips up and down my groin. I gasp.
“No.” I whisper. No! Why did I say that? Maybe he didn't hear me.
Blaine's hand stops moving. He heard.
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No? Why? Besides obvious reasons. I blink twice. I remove my hand from his penis. Why? I want him, doesn't he want me? Even now?
He takes a step forward away from me. I feel totally empty and cold. Come back!
“Blaine.”
“I understand.” I wish I didn't.
“It's been a scary night. I can't, I don't feel justified, doing this.” He stares into my eyes. I read his soul. His caring, beautiful, honest soul. He's right.
“I know. I should-”
“No!” Kurt almost screams. “Stay, the night. It's late, and I just got you back.” Tears well in his eyes at the last part.
I take a step to him and kiss him. It's more than a peck but doesn't last as long as I'd like.
“I love you. I'm not going anywhere.” Not that I'd ever want to.
We climb into bed together, cuddling and kissing. Kurt sleeps in my arms. I have a feeling of deja view. It's like nothing had happened. Everything was normal again.
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Morning comes too early. I check the clock. 7:00. 7:00! What the hell! It is way too early for getting out of bed. The sooner the better. I left Blaine's arm off me and lay it too the side. I stare at his peaceful face and brush hair out of his eyes. He is so damn beautiful. I want him, all of him. Every kiss, every hug, and every hopeless romantic moment we share. I smile.
I stare at my self in my mirror. I need to shower, but I feel empty doing it by myself. I need the warmth of Blaine beside me and the hot running water to make it a perfect shower. This is just not acceptable. I close my eyes and suck it up.
The shower lasts a total of 10 minutes before I'm done and clean. It usually ranges between 1-2 hours with Blaine. But then again, we don't have 2 hours to spend together. We have meeting to get too. I guess this means I have to wake Blaine.
I lean over him, and kiss his lips.
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Kurt's lips feel amazing. I sure am awake now. No better way to wake up than this. I blink twice. Kurt is hovering over me, smiling. I raise my head closer and kiss him again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. He falls on top of me and giggles. We roll and I am now on top. I drop my pelvis and lean in closer. We kiss and moan.
“We have to-” Kurt starts.
“No.” Not today. Fuck it! I want this.
“We're going to be late.” He gets up off me and brushes his hair. I stare at his ass, grinning. “C'mon you. Let's go. Get ready.”
I get up and dramatically mop to the bathroom. I'm ready and we are almost out the the door.
“Wait.” Kurt stops us. “Are we forgetting anything?”
“No.” I don't think so. I rub his arm. “C'mon, let's go, we'll get it later.
“No, wait.” Kurt runs in the dorm. “My phone.” He picks up his phone on the desk. “What if I loose you again?”
I smile. He leads and I follow down the staircase to the right wing of the building. We avoid the burnt hallway and take the long way.
The air is surprisingly cold and we hug for warmth. The main hall seems acres away as we make our way there. We enter and warm air engulfs us, yet we don't separate.
I hold his hand tight. We turn at the Dalton fountain, through a hallway and into a large board table. We come just in time and take a seat together. The rest of the boys around don't look twice at us. I stare around the table. Many of the boys seem of the verge of tears, most of the first years, anyway, which are few because not many first years run for student council. Andrew and Lawrence sit huddled together, opposite Kurt and I. Andrew tutored Johnny, they are best friends. And Lawrence being the awesome boyfriend that he is, let them study in to the wee hours of the night to pass his biology test. The main reason, however Lawrence was so clam with the arrangement, was because, Johnny was straight and had a long time girlfriend of 4 years, who was also Andrews step-sister. They are quite one, complicated love story. But also the most unique one, I have every heard off. I rest my hand on his inner thigh and he smiles.
“I love you.” Kurt whispers, before the principal begins.