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An Artist Who Lost His Touch12As soon as Blaine and Kurt said their farewells, accompanied by 'I love you's, Blaine picked up his sketchbook and began to draw. By the time he finished the picture it was midnight, but when Blaine looked down at the finished art, he knew that the four hours were worth it. He quickly placed the book back on his couch before going to his room and collapsing onto his bed. With a content sigh, Blaine fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Blaine woke early and decided that today he was going to actually go to his art class. He tried to make himself look more presentable than usual, though with little success. In his opinion, Blaine still looked like a beach bum. At 9 sharp, Blaine entered his art class and took a seat near the back of the class. If Mr. Frantica was shocked by Blaine's arrival, he sure did a good job of hiding it. Slowly but surely the rest of the class showed up. Some of the students gave Blaine no notice, while others did a double take before staring as if
I Just Want to Hear You Laugh1"Are you even listening to me?" Kurt screeched, bringing Blaine out of his thoughts. His fiancé was standing in front of him and had his hands on his hips. "You know, I thought since this is our wedding I'm trying to plan, you'd pay just a bit of attention!"
"I am liste-"
Kurt put up a hand. "Bull shit. You don't even care, do you?"
"No, I don't!" Blaine yelled, raising his voice for the first time as he stood up from the couch. "I really don't fucking care about the colors or what flowers or any of that shit. I could be marrying you in a barn wearing an orange jumper for all I care! I just want to marry you, Kurt. That's why you're planning it all; I really don't care how it looks. As long as you're there it'll be beautiful."
" We are not getting married in a barn." Kurt wrinkled his nose at the idea.
"Is that really all you got from that?" Blaine sighed, cupping Kurt's face in his hands and resting their foreheads together, s
Tropical Kisses 7They woke the next morning to discover they had both slept until quarter to eleven. They hadn't bothered to set an alarm, because at least one of them always ended up waking up with the roosters. Deciding that it was really too late to do much else, they packed up and headed for the beach. The drove down to one away from their condo, a fifteen minute drive at most. It was enclosed by a wall of volcanic rock that stopped the brutal waves that were crashing around from getting in. They set up their towels and stripped off their T-shirts before heading into the water. Blaine started to swim towards the middle, pausing only when he realized Kurt was still only waist-deep. He swam back slowly.
"I'm still getting used to the water, it's cold."
"Just dive in, Kurt. It's more painful if you draw it out." Kurt frowned at his suggesting, instead choosing to wade into the water. Blaine rolled his eyes and splashed him, causing Kurt to squeal loudly and dive at Blaine. He wrapped his arm
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 6The lights of the stage dimmed as the audience applauded loudly. Another successful show, Kurt concluded. As soon as the curtain went down Tia grabbed Kurt, pulling him into one of the tightest hugs he'd ever experienced.
"Aw, Kurt! You did amazingly tonight!" She exclaimed quietly as she let go. Her hands lingered on Kurt's shoulders and he knew she wanted to say more. He raised an eyebrow to tell her to continue. "I know you two broke up ages ago, and everything, but Kurt " Tia lowered her voice and leaned closer to him, "You cannot tell me you don't still have feelings for him, no matter how long you've spent trying to get rid of them. Not after that performance."
"No, Tia. I don't. Honestly he's just" Kurt began, but all Tia had to do was glance at him and he sighed, giving in. "Okay, I may like him a little," He could tell Tia was about to start on one of her high-pitched rants about him finding true love, so Kurt hurried to continue, "But seriously, Tia, just le
An Artist Who Lost His Touch17"Blaine!" Kurt shouted from the kitchen, "Blaine they're going to be here soon hurry up!"
Blaine walked in wearing a pair of very tight skinny jeans and a blue plaid shirt. "Chill, Kurt. I know for a fact about half of them will turn up late anyway."
Sure enough, it was ten minutes after the arranged time when the doorbell rang. Blaine told Kurt to stay put as he ran to get the door. On his doorstep were three of the girls and a few of the guys.
"Hey guys, come on in," Blaine said with a flourish of his arm, "Kurt's in the living room."
Kurt jumped when he heard the squeals of girls coming from the doorway, he looked over his shoulder to see them heading in their direction, so he stood up. He was greeted with a hug from a short girl with extremely long brown hair, which he returned hesitantly.
"Hi!" She said cheerfully as she released him, "I'm Gunvor, but you can call me Ginny."
Kurt had barely gotten out a hello when a short Latina girl stuck her hand out, "Hi, I'm Chiara. We'
An Artist Who Lost His Touch15Blaine stopped abruptly in front of his apartment door, turning to face Kurt. He couldn't help but worry his lip as he stared through his lashes at the taller man. Kurt was a very clean person, and Blaine's apartment was, well Blaine's apartment was a pigsty.
"What is it, Blaine?"
"Just brace yourself, okay?" Blaine turned back to his door and shoved the key into the lock. It was sticky, as always, and he had to fight with it a bit. When he heard the familiar click of the door unlocking, Blaine pushed the door open wide, closing his eyes and waiting for Kurt's horrified gasp. When he heard none, Blaine opened one eye. Kurt had walked past him and into the small space of his apartment living room/kitchen.
"Well it's cozy." He said simply before walking to Blaine's fridge and opening it to find it, as expected, empty. "Wow, okay. You weren't kidding about the take-out and luke-warm beer, were you?"
Kurt looked back at Blaine, who was still standing in the open doo
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 1Blaine walked out of the art building, an unpainted canvas in hand. He lifted his free hand, combing it through his dark brown curls as he gazed at the dark sky above him. It was only seven, but already the city before him was illuminated by the lights from the buildings all around him. Blaine loved it in Seattle, but every night he found himself thinking about the lack of stars. He knew they were there, he did graduate after all, but he missed being able to see them. Each night he would think back to his time at Dalton, sometimes subconsciously, sometimes simply to reminisce. But tonight his mind wandered to the night he had spent with Kurt under the stars outside of the Windsor dorm room... his last night with Kurt before they went their separate ways. Sure, Kurt had kept in touch with Blaine... for a while. But when Kurt got discovered the phone calls changed to emails and eventually those emails became texts that were obviously thrown together quickly. And now? Now it was rare to e
Tropical Kisses 1Kurt heard his father clear his throat from the doorway, and Blaine jumped off him before Kurt could even blink. "Kurt, Blaine could you join me in the kitchen please?" Burt asked.
Blaine's eyes were wide and his face was red as he stared at Burt fearfully. Kurt glanced at his father in confusion, trying to decipher what he wanted through his eyes to no prevail. It couldn't be the "safe sex" talk; they'd gotten that the week after telling Burt they were together. So Kurt stood up, gently grabbing Blaine's hand to tug him along, and walked after his father into the kitchen. The first thing he noticed was the presence of Blaine's parents.
"Mom, Dad? What are you doing here?" He asked them, clutching Kurt's hand a bit tighter.
"Sit down, boys," Burt told them, nodding at the two chairs on the opposite side of the kitchen table. Blaine, ever the gentleman, pulled Kurt's chair out for him before sitting down himself. Claire beamed at her son, obviously confident that she'd done well in his
An Artist Who Lost His Touch14Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine under the warm sheets of his bed. The moonlight shone through his window, defining the features of Blaine's face. He found himself staring at Blaine's sleeping form, his eyes wandering over the smooth curve of his lips, the shape of his jaw, the curve of his neck. Kurt had the urge to kiss his way up that neck and across that jaw line before placing a tender kiss to his lips, and he was about to do just that when he heard Finn snore loudly from the guest room.
Oh, right, Kurt thought, I suppose they wouldn't be too happy overhearing anything like that. So instead he placed his head gently back on Blaine's chest, his ear pressed against the cotton of his shirt. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Blaine's chest, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ear. Kurt also felt it when Blaine stirred, pulling Kurt close to him as his eyes drifted open. Once Blaine took notice of his surroundings, his arms around a warm body, he smiled down at K
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