Finals at McKinley and Dalton. Kurt and Blaine haven't seen each other in two weeks.
Author's Notes: Written before Blaine transferred to McKinley (and during my finals last year).
It was finals week at McKinley High and at Dalton Academy. This meant that Kurt and Blaine didn’t have any time left to see each other. Before school they had to revise, at school... well, they had exams and after school they had to study.
Alone.
It’s not that they hadn’t tried it, studying together. They had tried it the last time when they had their biology exam. One afternoon, Burt said, and if their exams were good, they’d be allowed to study together during their finals week.
Kurt had a C and Blaine a D. Kurt never had C’s and Blaine definitely never had D’s. Burt had been mad, but Carole just laughed with the whole thing. She said that they just studied the wrong biology: each other’s biology.
Anyway, the result was the same: they were separated for three weeks. Three. Freaking. Weeks. Without each other.
Blaine was coping quite well. He just focused on his studies and tried not to think about Kurt too much. He had set up a rule: he texted Kurt when he was home, to ask how his exam went. Then he sent him a text when he was done with learning, right before revising. And when he was done studying, usually around 9pm, they called each other. For the rest of the day his phone was locked away in the garage. No temptations, but enough Kurt.
Young mister Hummel, on the other hand, didn’t do that good. Usually, he could concentrate very, very good. Unless he was in love apparently. And if you could use a sentence to describe Kurt now, it’d be: Kurt is in love with Blaine.
In love with all the butterflies, all the non-stop talking about him, the constant smiling, the waiting anxiously for a call and just... thinking about Blaine. All the time.
“Kurt?”
He snapped up. “Oh, Dad. What’s up?”
“You don’t have an exam tomorrow, right?”, Burt asked.
The boy smiled. “It’s Saturday, Dad. So no, I don’t. But I have Geography on Monday and I really need to study for that.”
“I know,” his dad answered, “But you are not studying now. You are staring outside your window. The only geography you’re thinking about now, is the road between this house and Blaine’s house.”
Kurt blushed. His dad was right. He had been thinking about Blaine. He’s always thinking about Blaine. “I might have some problems with concentrating, yes.”
Burt chuckled. “How long has it been since you saw him?”
“2 weeks, one day and,” he looked at his watch, “7 hours.”
“Which exam does Blaine have Monday?”, Burt asked.
“His oral exam of English.”
“That can’t be too difficult for him, can it? Does he have to work a lot for it?”
Kurt tilted his head. “No... Why are you suddenly so interested in Blaine’s school work? You’re not going to give me another ‘studying is more important that your boyfriend’-speech, are you? Because we had that conversation.”
“Though I still think that is true,” Burt answered, “I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to tell you that Mrs. Anderson just called me.”
Kurt jumped up. “What? Is something wrong with Blaine?” His eyes were filled with fear.
“No, Kurt, there’s nothing wring with him. Though he isn’t studying as well. So we made you a deal. In an hour, I will check if you know the first chapter of Geo. Blaine’s mom will do the same thing for his English. If we think you’ve studied it well, Blaine can spend the evening, the night and the morning here.
“Seriously?”, Kurt asked smiling.
“Seriously.”
Burt laughed when he saw his son’s enlighted face. He was pushed a little bit backwards when Kurt flew into his arms. “Thanks, Dad! I’m going to study now!”
“Do that, buddy, I’ll be back in an hour.”
“When was Shakespeare born?”
“What can you tell me about volcanos?”
“Can you give me a short summary of the text: The Naked Ape.”
“How do you prove the theory of Wegener?”
“Which stilistic figures are used in Sonnet 16?”
“Which kind of erosions are there and explain them.”
“Okay, you’re good, Blaine. Kurt’ll text you if you can go.”
“Good job, Kurt! Let him know he can come over.”
An hour later, Kurt and Blaine were wrapped up in each other’s arms on Kurt’s king-sized bed. Kurt was lying on Blaine, his ear right next to Blaine’ heart, his hand on his stomach, carressing him absentmindedly.
Blaine was holding Kurt tight in his arms. They had missed this, just being together. They were so used to being always with the two of them, and when they were apart it felt just like... a part was missing.
“I missed you.” Blaine murmured it softly against Kurt’s hair, breathing in the scent of his boyfriend’s aftershave. “I slept with my old teddy bear, because I missed you,” he admitted.
Kurt chuckled. “I slept with your shirt, because it smells like you.”
They sighed happily and just moved a little bit closer, as if that was possible. They felt so safe in each other’s arms. They felt good.
Kurt lifted his head a little bit, in order to look at Blaine. His eyes were soft when he pronounced three little words. For the first time. “I love you, Blaine.”
Blaine gave him a kiss on his forehead. “I love you too, honey.”