An Artist Who Lost His Touch16

Blaine walked into his apartment after another long day of classes, now that he actually attended them he realized how annoyingly long he had to be away from home… and Kurt. Instead of seeing the bleak white walls he was so used to, he saw the blue of the sky on a sunny day. Kurt was sitting on his couch and staring out the window where Blaine could just see the top of the Space Needle. A thought formed in his mind as a smirk formed on his face. Blaine walked over to the couch as quietly as possible before leaning down to whisper in Kurt's ear, "The paint looks great."
Kurt must've jumped a good foot in the air as he let out a scream that clearly displayed his years of Broadway experience. "Jesus Christ almighty, Blaine!"
Blaine chuckled as he walked around the couch to set beside Kurt, "Hello."
"Seriously, I thought you were like a serial killer or something, don't do that!" Kurt tried to sound furious, but Blaine could tell he was trying his hardest not to smile. Blaine decided right then that he was taking Kurt to the Space Needle, as it was something everyone should experience at least once. So he stood up with a determined look and held out a hand for Kurt, who looked very confused.
"C'mon, I'm taking you somewhere."
"Where?" Kurt asked, still seated.
"It's a surprise," Blaine smiled, "But it's somewhere I go for inspiration."
"Blaine just tell me," Kurt said stubbornly, "You know I hate surprises."
"Well too bad, you can be surprised for just this once."
"No." Kurt crossed his arms across his chest and crossed his legs on the couch, clearly unwilling to budge. So Blaine left him on the couch and walked into the kitchen where he proceeded to call a cab. He then walked back into the living area where he picked Kurt up around the waist and threw him over his shoulder. Kurt let out another scream as he struggled, and Blaine grunted with the effort of holding him.
"Blaine, put me down!" He complained as Blaine headed to his front door, "Blaine I'm serious, this is not funny!"
Blaine opened his front door and stepped out before turning to struggling to lock it with Kurt flailing in his arms. "Blaine Anderson if you don't put me down right now I swear to god."
Blaine didn't give a response, instead heading down the stairs and to the front of their building, where the cab was thankfully waiting. Blaine opened the door and placed Kurt down on the seat and buckling his seatbelt for him.
"Stay put," he told Kurt simply before walking around to the other side of the cab and leaning down to tap on the driver's window. He kept an eye on Kurt (who sat with his arms crossed and a grimace on his face) as he told the driver where to take them and why he was holding Kurt like that. Blaine climbed into the back with Kurt and placed a hand gently on his hand.
"I'm sorry, Kurt, but you were being unreasonable."
"Me? Blaine you just carried me down the stairs like a child!"
"Because you were being unreasonable!"
"You know I hate surprises!"
"Well too bad," Blaine said with finality. He watched as Kurt folded his arms across his chest and turned away from Blaine so he could stare out the window. Blaine had to admit that the image pulled on his heartstrings, so he scooted over and placed a chaste kiss on Kurt's cheek. "Just trust me, 'kay?"
"I hate you," Kurt responded, but Blaine could see his reflection on the window; he was smiling.
"No you don't," Blaine said playfully, "you looove me."
"Oh go away, you." Kurt could feel Blaine's breath on the back of his neck as he chuckled. They seemed to be getting close to the music museum that Kurt had heard about from Blaine before. He wondered if that was where they were going, but instead of turning in that direction, they continued forward. Continued towards the Space Needle. Kurt felt his stomach turn nervously at the thought, and he hoped that they would go past it.
The taxi stopped right in front of the Needle, and Kurt felt Blaine lean forward to pay the driver before getting out. Kurt felt like he was paralyzed. If it weren't for Blaine's gentlemanly ways, Kurt wouldn't have been able to get out of the cab. But when the door opened to reveal Blaine, who was smiling so brightly, Kurt forced himself to smile too. He remembered Blaine saying that this was where he got his inspiration, and that he wanted to share it with Kurt. How could he possibly turn Blaine down? So, despite the fact every fibre of his being was telling him not to, Kurt stepped out of the car, clutching onto Blaine's hand a bit too tightly. They walked over to the counters and Blaine bought two tickets, beaming at Kurt as they made their way to the surprisingly not busy elevator.
Kurt's heartbeat was beating faster then he'd felt it in a while, and he was becoming breathless. He clutched onto Blaine's arm, thankful when the shorter man slipped it around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him close. The elevator started to move upwards, and Kurt tried his hardest not to watch the receding ground. As they got higher and higher Kurt got more and more nervous. His grip on Blaine got tighter as he tried to hold the smile on his face. They were nearly at the top when Kurt gave up, instead turning into Blaine and hiding his face in Blaine's neck.
"Kurt?"  He asked, "Kurt, what's wrong?"
"I'mafraidofheights," he murmured quickly into Blaine's neck.
"Pardon?"
"I'm afraid of heights," Kurt repeated clearly, though he didn't open his eyes.
Kurt felt a Blaine's lightly cup his cheek, tilting his head so he was staring at him, "Kurt, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you looked so happy and eager to show me," Kurt replied sadly, "And this is where you get your inspiration and I just… I didn't want to turn that down."
"If you would've told me, I would've understood," Blaine smiled, looking deeply into Kurt's eyes as he held his face in his hands, "You need to understand that I will never, ever mind that you can't see something, or do something, because you're afraid. I will never force you to do anything that you don't wanna do, and if that means making a few sacrifices, that means making a few sacrifices."
Kurt's smile grew as Blaine spoke, and when he had finished Kurt had tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Blaine."
"Of course," Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's forehead gently, "Now why don't we go back home and I'll make you some dinner?"
After a moment's hesitation, Kurt shook his head, "I think I… I think I want to face this fear, and with you by my side I'm sure I'll be fine."
Blaine moved away from him, but before Kurt could panic he felt Blaine behind him, hands covering Kurt's eyes. "Just trust me," he whispered directly into Kurt's ear, who shivered at the feeling of Blaine's breath on his neck. They began to walk forward, and Kurt squeezed his covered eyes shut, just allowing himself to be led on. It was a moment before they stopped and Blaine was again speaking gently in his ear, "Okay, deep breaths."
Kurt took a deep breath as he felt Blaine remove his hands, but he kept his eyes closed. "Kurt," Blaine said softly, hands now on his waist, "open your eyes."
Kurt did as he was told, slowly opening his eyes. He gasped loudly at how high up they were, and stepped back slightly to feel Blaine right behind him, holding him tightly now and whispering encouragements to him. Kurt took a deep breath and looked down. The ground looked so, so far away and he knew that if Blaine wasn't there he'd feel as if he was going to just fall. But Blaine was there, and his strong arms around Kurt's waist reassured him that they were fine, they were safe. So Kurt looked out over Seattle. He had to admit that the view of the city from up here was absolutely breathtaking; he could see how it was such an inspiration to Blaine.
They spent a few more moments just staring out into the city before Blaine led them back to the elevator. Kurt wasn't over his fear of heights, no where near it, and he knew that if he had to go up there alone again he wouldn't be able to. But with Blaine beside him? Kurt felt like he could accomplish anything.
"Thank you," He whispered, settling back into the crook of Blaine's arm and closing his eyes again. This time he didn't have to try to smile.