"Can we just not?" Kurt asked in a voice so low and with a facial expression so painful it immediately shut Blaine up. "I'm so freaking tired, Blaine, and it's not your fault, I know it's not, it's just... I can't keep doing this. Not with you."

Kurt didn't mean it to be hurtful. And Blaine didn't take it as such. He knew exactly what the brunette meant. They'd been talking and talking for long hours now, going in circles, not getting anywhere, and both of them felt emotionally drained.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Kurt wanted to be clear. Even though he trusted Blaine to hear the meaning, every subtle little implicit meaning, behind his word. Nevertheless, he needed to say this. If for nothing else, to hear it out loud.

"Don't be." Simple. Genuine. Understanding.

Blaine didn't say anything else, and with that a heavy silence fell upon them. Heavy, but not distressing. And Kurt immediately knew he made the right decision asking the younger boy to stop. This is what was so special about them. This, right here. Beneath everything, beneath all the pain and frustration and anger, they could just stop. And breathe. And listen. And be.

They'd been sitting in Kurt's room all afternoon. Well, no, not really sitting. More like talking, pacing up and down, shouting, crying, talking, sitting, talking some more... The room was quite big, so they didn't feel claustrophobic. But it wasn't big enough for them not to feel trapped. Not in the space. Rather in the situation.

Kurt's family wasn't home, so they could've "used" the whole house. It just felt right in here. Until it didn't. But once they realized how fucked up the situation became, it was too late. Getting out of there would've felt like... like giving up.

Well.

They didn't. Give up. But that didn't mean the room, the afternoon stopped feeling like a cruel, unyielding trap.

It's been building up for several months. Since the break-up. Or even before that. That was the tricky part about this. It was about them. About Kurt and Blaine. But it was also about Kurt. Alone. And Blaine. Alone. The pressure, the not-enough-time, their families, their work, their plans, their insecurities. And how they never really dealt with any of it. Not together. Not alone. And now it was just overwhelming... and suffocating.

The past weeks helped. Ever since Kurt's Thanksgiving call, and Blaine's surprise visit at Christmas, the boys had been trying to find their ways back to each other. Not as lovers, or boyfriends. It really was about getting back to being friends.

Gahh, this word. It said so much, but never enough. Yes, of course, they were friends. Friends who could call each other for help, who could appreciate silly little inside jokes. But come on. Mercedes was a friend to Kurt. And was it the same with her, as it was with Blaine? Never. Regardless of attraction (if there is such a thing as leaving this factor out of the equation...), Kurt had something with Blaine that he didn't have with anyone else. Nor would he ever again. Of that much he was sure.

So why was it so impossibly difficult right now? Being here with the boy he'd loved so much for so long?

Something was broken all those months ago. The separation anxiety, even before Kurt left for New York. The weight of their futures hanging above them, dark, unknown. Exciting, but horrifying. There were all these choices to be made. Where to go, what to dream of, who to stay in contact with? And it gradually dawned on them. Even if Blaine still had a year left of high school, that was it, that was the end of their more or less careless childhood. From then on decision-makings were to be taken seriously, and consequences were to be dealt with.

And it was a lot.

For their relationship it was too much.

But worse than that... Today it seemed like it was too much for their friendship as well.

"Blaine, I'm not sure what I want anymore." Kurt broke the long moments of pensive silence in the room.

"What do you mean."

"I really don't know. All I know is what I feel. And I feel tired. I feel confused. And fuck, I feel angry, and I'm not even sure why. And I fucking hate going through these emotions without understanding why I have them in the first place." He stopped. Blaine could see he wasn't finished, so he let Kurt take a deep breath before adding "And I can feel this is not helping."

"This?" Blaine asked, hoping Kurt would clarify.

"This. Us. The shouting and the fighting and the running in circles. I hoped talking it out would help, but it clearly doesn't. If anything, it's making it worse."

"Ouch."

"No, Blaine. That's not what I meant."

"I know."

"I know you do."

After several changes of position in the past few hours, Blaine was now settled on Kurt's bed, his body twisted as if to show the different directions pulling him. His legs were draped over the side of Kurt's bed, the only part of his body touching the bedcover, somewhat uncomfortably, was his butt. His back was half towards the headboard, half towards Kurt, who was now sitting at his desk, on the other side of the bed, almost the furthest away from Blaine, near the window. And since Blaine did want to have a conversation, his upper body was fairly contorted, with his neck and head turned towards the other boy.

Kurt, sitting in his chair, didn't look as uncomfortable. His body was more relaxed, but Blaine was sure it wasn't ease. It was the unbearable amount of stress and pain, to which Kurt's body seemed to react by giving up, and letting his muscles give in.

After another few moments of silence Blaine spoke softly.

"Kurt, come here." He said, gently pointing to the opposite side of the bed. He wanted to be at least in the same playing field as Kurt. Even if they just declared the end of whatever this awful game was.

Kurt hesitated, but stood up, and took the few steps towards the bed. He sat down, copying Blaine's ridiculously uncomfortable posture, legs and backs facing away, upper bodies turned towards each other, until Blaine himself realized how awkward this is, and wordlessly prompted both of them to move towards the headboard. The bed was big enough to still leave space between them.

So where do they go from here... Do they start with small talk again? Jesus, even the though made Kurt shiver. Yes, he did admit he couldn't continue like this. But talking about the weather, or their weekend plans. That would have felt like a slap in the face.

Their eyes found each other, but there was so much tension due to ocean of unsaid, unheard words that they couldn't hold each other's gaze. Not until one of them said something.

It was Kurt who offered a way out.

"Blaine." he started softly. "I don't think we can solve this today." Blaine didn't respond, so Kurt continued. "I'd love more than anything to part tonight knowing that we discussed everything, and that I understand all that's going on, and having a plan for what is to come. But I don't think we're there yet. I'm certainly not."

"But why? Why is it so damn difficult? We used to be so good at finding solutions, and resolving conflicts. What happened?"

"I don't know. Maybe life happened." Kurt didn't mean to sound condescending. Not necessarily.

"Yeah, but we were supposed to stay the way we were. Despite everything. Wasn't that what you expected? Because I sure as hell was hoping for that."

"Of course I wanted that, Blaine. But it didn't work out, did it?" Kurt snapped, and the bitterness from minutes ago threatened to return, so he took a deep breath, and continued in a steady voice. "I just want to let go."

"Of us?" Blaine couldn't help the panic that seeped into his voice. But Kurt shook his head.

"Never." His answer was secure. Maybe the most secure all day. That's why he knew how to continue. "Blaine, I do believe we'll get there. We'll get to a point, where everything is easy again. Not because things will get less complex, but because we'll get better at handling them. Maybe separately. But today... I just feel like nothing's working. The more I try to understand you, the angrier I get, I'm not sure why, but I know it's not helping me listen to you properly. And I hate that I can't tell you exactly what's bugging me, and I can see how it just frustrates you more and more. And I really did think talking would help. But I feel like we're just digging a hole, and it's not a place I wanna be in. Don't you feel the same?"

"Yes, Kurt, of course I do. This sucks! But what am I supposed to do? Should I just let you go back to New York? I feel like I'm running out of time. And if I let you go now, who knows if I'll ever get the chance to talk this through with you. And I hate the idea of losing you over something as arbitrary as not having enough time."

"Blaine. Look at me." Kurt fought his muscle memory not to reach out, and comfort the other boy physically. He had to rely on his words instead. When the younger boy raised his eyes, he knew it would be enough. They were open, and gentle. Kurt knew he would finally be able to get through to Blaine. "There are two things I need you to understand. One, that I'm just as certain as I ever was that I'll always want you in my life. You're not gonna lose me, because I'm not ready to lose you. Nor will I ever be." Blaine visibly relaxed at that. And Kurt continued. "Two. Blaine. Time is not the issue here. Or not the way you meant it. Forcing this tonight won't help one bit. Don't you see that?"

When Kurt looked at Blaine's face, he saw the other boy close his eyes, and was afraid for a moment that Blaine would break down. But a few agonizing moments later he re-opened them, and Kurt could see the change in the hazel orbs. He let go.

"Okay." was all Blaine said. His voice was a little hesitant, as if he was still waiting for some shred of hope to appear, to grasp. But this was the right thing to do. He knew it. For now.

Kurt didn't avert his gaze, and when Blaine looked at him next, he offered a small, but genuine smile, to which the younger replied with a barely visible nod.

There. It's okay. It will be okay.

They fell into long minutes of loaded silence again, which started out with both their minds racing with hundreds of thoughts. But then slowly, gradually, both Kurt and Blaine let themselves absorb the soothing presence of the other, and at one point both of them realized, there weren't many people in their lives with whom silence could feel so comfortable.

Finally, feeling exhaustion taking over his body, not just his mind, Kurt slid down a little on his side of the bed, moving away from the headboard slightly, and lying comfortably on his back, resting his head against the pillows. He didn't say a word, just relaxed, and stared at the ceiling. He was ready to stay silent for the rest of the day. He was okay with this. All of this. It sure as hell felt much better than either fighting, or fighting about fighting.

"Do you want me to leave?" he heard Blaine speak up.

"No. Please stay. Unless you don't want to."

"I just don't want to push you."

"You're not pushing me. Just stay. Lie down with me." Kurt said, more as a question than a statement. He didn't want to push anything on Blaine either. So he offered it rather than asked for it. When the dark-haired obliged, he felt another little amount of heaviness evaporate from his body.

"Blaine?"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Will you sing for me?" Kurt wasn't sure this was the right time, but he felt a visceral need to hear Blaine's voice, and he didn't want to resist it. But when Blaine finally looked at him after his question, he sensed that he would have to explain at least something to the other boy. "Blaine. You don't have to. It's just... I'm tired, but I'm also okay with being here. And I think what made me tired is thinking about what everything means. And I wanna stop. I just wanna feel, and be, and don't give meaning to things. I wanna hear your voice, I don't know why, and I'm too tired to think about it. I just want things to be what they are on the surface, and not what they mean underneath. Just for a while. Is that okay?"

"So okay." Blaine said, because his mind was revolving around similar thought. He was trying to remember when was the last time he asked Kurt anything without it being more than a simple question. Or when he touched Kurt the last time without worrying about what it implied. He wanted to be here, just as they are. He wanted to hold Kurt's hand and not label it anything else but handholding. He wanted to sing to Kurt, and not think about every other time they sang for each other. "What would you want me to sing?"

"Anything. Really." Kurt said simply.

Blaine was thinking for a few seconds, and then started humming. Quietly, slowly.Click

Kurt wasn't sure he knew the song, but it was just what he wanted. It really was perfect.

By the time Blaine finished, Kurt slightly changed his position, and turned on his side, facing Blaine, who was still lying on his back, eyes on the ceiling.

"Can we stay like this for a little while?" Kurt whispered, to which Blaine turned his head on the side, looking into Kurt's eyes, and nodded.

"Sure."

"I hate the pressure." Kurt said, still in a whisper. Maybe it was working, because it was in such a contrast with their previous shouting match, and raised voiced argument. He felt like the truth was finally bubbling out of him like this. In one long whisper-sentence. "I hate how I feel the pressure of being away from home, and being responsible for a flat, and for meals, and decisions, and school and work. And I hate the pressure that I put on myself because of my dreams. And I hate the pressure I put on you with being so far away. And I hate the pressure I put on this relationship. I think that's why it's just not the right time now. I feel like everything will cool down. I'll learn how to manage my life better. And I won't put pressure on us, because of other things. You know? It just can't happen now. It's too much."

"It's okay. Kurt, I promise you, it's okay."

"But it's not, because I didn't want to hurt you today, and I obviously did, and I hate how every effort has just the opposite effect, and..."

"Kurt, look at me. I'm fine. I know you don't want to hurt me. I know this is not simple. And yes, I can see and... and accept that we can't solve this right now. Let's just... Let's just be. Okay? If that's what you want, I'm fine with that."

"Thank you." Kurt breathed. Almost perfectly relaxed now. He could let go. Maybe tomorrow everything would come rushing back. But today was okay. And who knows, if the magic is still there, the magic of Kurt and Blaine, the magic of their friendship, their connected souls, then maybe tomorrow will be just as manageable.

It was out in the open now. Everything they feared, everything they didn't want was there. Not as a giant monster anymore. But something that should be and will be addressed. Some other time. Because for now they agreed on just being.

Being here. Being together. Being close.

Which is why Kurt decided to stop fighting his body, and give in to the low humming of his heart and mind and moved towards Blaine a little.

Now that they both let go of the intense and frustrating urge of wanting to solve everything... now that they both knew they'd have time later... now that they both agreed not to read more into anything, because it is enough to feel and know what they feel and know... now that they decided not to look for deeper meaning, just accept everything for what it is here and now. Well. Now they were free.

Free to move, free to drown, free to want.

Because wanting to be close didn't mean guilt, it didn't mean a promise, it didn't mean an apology. Wanting to be close meant wanting to be close. And that was so exhilarating, both boys felt re-vitalized just by this simple though.

So when Kurt moved closer, Blaine did the same. He stayed on his back, but he was now in the middle of the bed, with his hands folded comfortably under his head. And Kurt settled, without a second thought, on him, putting his head softly on Blaine's chest, snuggling to his side.

The position was new but oh so familiar. But neither of them started to contemplate the countless times they'd been in this position before. Instead, they took it for what it was now. A new opportunity to enjoy each other's presence. The scent of the other, the soft material of their clothes, their even breathing. It was so ridiculously simple. And right.

They couldn't have been able to say whose body reacted first. Kurt's fingers started to draw small patterns on Blaine's chest, to which the younger boy's heart started to hum a little more eagerly under Kurt's palm.

To which Kurt's own veins filled with the rushing of his blood, and both of them became incredibly aware of the other.

It was really difficult to shut down their thoughts at this new development. Because they were so used to decode every little movement of the other's body as something significant. Or implied. But at the same time, it was so freeingly easy. Their senses took the lead. It was all about the moment. Their skin, their body heat, their shared heartbeat. And the closeness.

Kurt's head was still in its previous position, resting on Blaine's chest, when he felt Blaine's frame move, and the dark-haired boy brought one of his hands down from under his head. He covered Kurt's fingers with his palm, then took them gently, and brought them to his lips, placing a soft little kiss to the knuckles.

That was when Kurt raised his head, slowly, put some of the weight of his upper body on his elbow, and looked at Blaine's face. They were still several inches away, but Kurt could easily reach Blaine's soft curls at his forehead with the hand that was not resting on Blaine's chest under the boy's palm. He brushed at the dark ringlets, then leaned down, and placed a gentle kiss on Blaine's chest, through his t-shirt.

The air was vibrating around them now. And neither of them were really sure where this was going, but they knew with absolute certainty that they didn't want to stop. Nor would it help to discuss it. They will stop, when one of them wants to. They needed to trust each other to signal that if necessary.

Well. Not yet.

The spot where Kurt left a kiss spread like fire in Blaine's skin, and gave him the courage to take the lead. He slightly strengthened his hold on Kurt hand, just enough to show the brunette what he wanted. And he led Kurt's hand slowly, deliciously towards his stomach. It was slow enough for Kurt to resist, if he wanted to, but since he showed no such signs, Blaine continued, and when their joined hands reached the hem of his tee just above his hips, he gently prodded Kurt to slide his fingers under the material.

The moment Kurt sensed the heat of Blaine's skin under the tips of his fingers, he wasn't the passive recipient of Blaine's movements anymore. Their hands, still on top of each other, made the same journey on Blaine's upper body, but this time from hips to chest, even slower, and under the boy's t-shirt. The fire burning in their veins became almost unbearable when Kurt's palm rested on top of Blaine's hammering heart.

Deciding on a whim, Kurt quickly took his hand from under Blaine's top, and changed his position fully. He rose to his knees next to Blaine, and with one swift motion got rid of his own t-shirt, before he could really think it through. And, for a moment, he was about to regret being so bold, but the look in Blaine's eyes took his breath away. He didn't want to stop and analyze it, all he cared for now was that it was a look of approval instead of hesitance.

So he reached out, offering a hand to Blaine, and when the boy took it, Kurt prompted him to mimic his own position. As Blaine was doing just that, Kurt, who didn't feel very patient (nor relaxed) anymore was already reaching for the hem of Blaine's top, and as Blaine found his balance on his knees, Kurt helped him out of the t-shirt.

They were kneeling face to face, still inches apart, but close enough to do what followed. Their skin was aching for the contact, but it took them a moment to decide what kind. Finally they settled on and embrace. Tight, but not aggressive. Which let them enjoy the new surfaces to be touched and enjoyed. The heat was so very pleasant, and made the boys shuffle closer together.

Until they lined up against each other. From knee to chest.

And for the first time they couldn't help but emit an involuntary groan together.

They were both already hard.

"Oh god" Blaine moaned, and buried his face in Kurt's neck, hand immediately finding their way to the brunette's ass, so he could pull Kurt into him.

"Jesus Christ, Blaine. You feel so good." Kurt copied Blaine's movements in reaching for the boy's ass, and kneaded his muscles through the material of his pants.

Kurt hesitated, but only for a second, before deciding on a change of position again. He tried to decide whether he wanted to keep enjoying Blaine's wanting hands on his ass or if he wanted to keep his own hands on the delicious muscles of Blaine's butt. The latter won him over, so he stopped Blaine in his movements, and lowered himself back into a lying position on the bed. On his back.

He never let themselves fully separates, holding onto any patch of skin he could touch on Blaine. And he prompted the younger boy to hover over him, and crowd him gently with his body weight.

Once they were comfortably, and oh so deliciously set in this position, Kurt returned to his previous ministrations on Blaine's ass, and got more and more frustrated with the layers of clothing separating him from fully enjoying the contact. With an unmistakable signal of sliding one of his hands under Blaine's pants, and reaching for the fly with another, Kurt silently asked the dark-haired boy to get rid of the offensive piece. Blaine seemed to take the subtle hint and quickly got out of his pants and socks, and without a moment of hesitation, helped Kurt out of his own jeans as well.

Now they were both only in his boxer briefs, and the moment seemed as good as any to take a quick breather. Blaine, supporting himself on his hands next to Kurt's head, stopped doing anything for a moment, and searched for Kurt's eyes to look into his. When their gazes met, there was no trace of uncertainty in either of them, and with that, Blaine let his dam break.

Having his knees on the outer sides of Kurt's thighs, he lowered his groin to meet Kurt's, and at the same time covered his upper body with his own, mouthing at Kurt's neck simultaneously.

"Unnggg" was all the loftiness Kurt could manage at the overwhelming pleasure of the newly found friction. Their fully hard erections were now separated only by a thin layer of clothing, and they immediately got drunk on the movements and sounds they were creating together.

They were grinding and thrusting into each other heavily, moaning and breathing into each toher's ears, encouraging the other to never ever ever stop.

Only, this time, it was Blaine who reached a certain limit, and wanted, needed desperately for Kurt to move.

He sat up straight, not even thinking about hiding the wet spot that was forming at the front of his briefs. He shuffled away from Kurt a little, so the other boy would be able to move, and reached out for his hand. When Kurt gave it to him, he guided Kurt into a sitting, than kneeling position again, but with a gentle, yet determined grip on Kurt's hips, he prompted the brunette to turn around.

While Kurt was moving, and trying to find his balance on the mattress, Blaine, with unbelievable speed got rid of his own boxers, not even thinking it through.

When Kurt was secure enough in his posture, that was when Blaine realized he may have acted too quickly, so he reached for one of Kurt's hand, and guided it to his hip, and the slid it down a little, on the side of his thigh, to show the other boy his state of nakedness.

"Is this okay?" he whispered desperately into Kurt's ear, hoping, really hoping it would be.

When he felt Kurt's approving hand grip his thigh, and pull him closer, he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward.

"Jesus" Kurt moaned, and leaned back into Blaine's chest, so he didn't lose his balance.

It was only Kurt's briefs separating them from each other now, but not for long. Encouraged by Kurt's enthusiasm and ragged breathing, Blaine slid fingers ino Kurt's briefs on both sides of his thighs, and slowly started to lower the material. When he was met with no hesitance or resistance, he continued in one swift motion, letting Kurt's steel hard dick spring free from its confines.

Once they regained their balance, Blaine's chest glued to Kurt's back, and the rest of their bodies lined up deliciously, they settled for a steady rhythm. Blaine was thrusting himself between Kurt's cheeks, not penetrating the boy, just teasing his hole and sliding up and down.

"Fuck, Blaine" Kurt groaned, and one of his hand flew above his head, snaking around to hold onto Blaine's neck, and finding leverage there. Blaine, in the meantime, used one of his hands to grip Kurt's hip securely, and his other to reach around and close his fist around Kurt's hardness.

He was starting to pump Kurt quickly, which made Kurt realize Blaine was really close. He stilled Blaine's hand on his cock, gently, careful not to make it as a rejection. But Blaine was so lost in pleasure that it shouldn't have been a concern anyway.

"God, Kurt, so close" he mumbled, and with a sudden urge reached for both of Kurt's hand, and pushed the brunette forward, so he leaned towards the headboard, and quickly placed Kurt's hands on the wood. Once Kurt was properly supported by the hardness of the bed itself. Blaine left one of his hands covering one of Kurt's, but with the other, he reached for his own hardness, and started pumping his leaking cock.

"Kurt. I wanna come on you. Please, let me come on your back. God."

"Do it, Blaine. I want to feel you come on me. Do it."

And with that last sentence Blaine was pushed over the edge, and with an animalistic shout he came beautifully on Kurt's back.

After long moments of coming down from his high, and his breathing getting gradually evened out, his mind got clear enough for him to realize that Kurt was still hard, yet to reach his climax. Blaine quickly reached for a t-shirt that got discarded in the heat of the moment, but was still on the bed. He cleaned himself and Kurt's back in a few quick swipes, and threw away the material again.

Kurt straightened up from his position of leaning against the headboard, and started to turn around, his breathing ragged and his cock so hard that it made Blaine's mouth start to salivate.

"Fuck, Kurt. You don't know how hot you look right now."

"Then let me do this." was his answer, and with strong, guiding motions eased Blaine onto the bed, so the boy was lying on his back. Kurt climbed on top of him, but only straddled one thigh.

Blaine wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was more than certain he wouldn't interrupt it. Kurt stayed like that, upper body almost straight above Blaine, only reaching the lying boy with his arms. He took a few moments to caress Blaine's skin, over his chest, his abdomen, his hips. His eyes went even lower, and he involuntarily licked his lips at the sight of Blaine's now soft member.

"You look dreamy." Kurt said, and Blaine could see he meant it. The brunette was barely able to concentrate on one part of his body at once, the image was so obviously affecting him in every way possible. Blaine felt incredible. He was already sated, but this feeling, of being the object of Kurt's hungry gaze was filling his chest with all kinds of different feelings.

But before he could get lost in that, he got distracted by the boy above him.

Kurt was done caressing Blaine gently, and took his cock in his own hand.

"I wanna jerk off on this." he said, while starting to steadily stroke himself. "Will you let me do that, Blaine?" he was surprisingly coherent for being so hard for so long, and even more coherent than Blaine, who could only nod helplessly at the request. He felt like his mind was melting.

With his right hand Kurt worked on getting himself closer and closer to his release, but with left hand and his eyes, he was fueling his own fire moment by moment. Each thing he spotted on Blaine was another push towards the edge. His still dilated pupils, his dark, messy curls, his blush that creeped down to his neck, and even to his chest. Seeing this, Kurt couldn't resist, and touched, and scraped his nails through Blaine's pecks, while his breathing got quicker, more and more uneven, and sounded more and more like the groans of a chased animal.

Blaine couldn't resist being a more active participant of this visual, so he raised his hands, and grabbed at Kurt's ass as best he could. As a response Kurt leaned a little forward and gripped at Blaine's hip, using it as an anchor. But he didn't find rest there, and slowly, sliding his hand up up up, he reached Blaine's beautiful face, and lips, and softly dragged the pad of his thumb over the plush redness.

Blaine, feeling a little daring at the moment, moved his hands away from Kurt's butt, and steadying one on Kurt's hip, he reached to fondle the brunette's balls with the other.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" Kurt shouted, and started shaking violently. The movements of his hands quickened on his cock, and he was trying desperately to keep his eyes opened, searching for that one last piece of "inspiration", which he found in the hazel eyes that were looking up into his with hunger, awe, and infinite lust.

"Jesus, Blaine." He moaned one last time, and exploded all over Blaine's chest in long white stripes. Blaine could see his muscles contracting and relaxing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and coming down from it Kurt wasn't able to hold Blaine's intense gaze. He blindly searched for the used t-shirt, and cleaned Blaine and himself up quickly, before collapsing on the bed, still elegantly, next to Blaine.

They sort of returned to their position before the change of mood. Except Blaine's arm was now draped under Kurt's neck, so Kurt could snuggle even closer.

It took a few moments of this sated, comfortable silence for either of them to react in any way. Out of nowhere, but... well... not really, Blaine started laughing. Softly, quietly, but so so freely, that they couldn't help but feel what an amazing "solution" they found for the tense and frustrating afternoon. It wasn't that they replaced conflict resolution with sex. It wasn't even denial. It was rather the letting go of an impossible situation, and finding a way to channel their need for the other's closeness. And they were quite okay with how their presence under each other's skin manifested itself. Here and now.

Kurt didn't laugh. Not like Blaine. But he smiled, and his chest filled with such an intense feeling that he couldn't help but squeeze Blaine tighter, and hold him closer. After this gesture he softly turned his head upwards, curious as to what he would find in Blaine's eyes.

He wasn't surprised. Not really.

It was an agreement. It wasn't awkward anymore. Not in the least. It was still mutual. We are here. Not because we figured out what would come next, but because we want to be here. And that will probably never change.

Relaxed, happy, and relived, both boys took a deep breath, and for the first time that day, closed the distance between themselves, and sealed their agreement with a kiss.

And they knew it.

A kiss was a kiss was a kiss.

For now.