An Artist Who Lost His Touch14

Kurt 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 Kurt.
"Hi," He whispered into the silence. Kurt could feel his warm breath on the tip of his nose, and it sent shivers down his spine.
"Hey," Kurt replied simply before pushing himself onto his elbows and kissing Blaine's jaw, just as he'd wanted to. Kurt slowly made his way to Blaine's lips, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across his jaw, placing one chaste kiss against his lips before moving his head back to its place on Blaine's chest. They slipped into a comfortable silence, Blaine hugging Kurt tightly to his chest as he doodled with his fingers on Kurt's back, and Kurt listening to Blaine's heartbeat pleasantly. It was a few moments before either of them spoke, and when Kurt did speak up, it was a whisper.
"I love you."
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine sighed, kissing the top of his head before continuing, "I've loved you for as long as I can remember- ever since that day on the staircase, even. And am I ever glad it was me you stopped there. Imagine if it would've been Jeff or Trent."
Kurt let out a giggle, "I don't know if I could see myself here, like this, with Jeff."
"Good, he's straight. And you're mine." They both laughed freely, even if the joke wasn't funny, they were giddy off each other's company.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"…What happens in the morning?" Kurt asked nervously. As much as he tried to push it to the back of his mind, the question had been eating him all day. He loved this, he loved being here with his friends and with Blaine, but he knew it had to end and he just… he wanted to know where he'd be at that point.
"What do you mean?"
"Well… obviously you all have to leave; I know that, but… but what about us Blaine? What's going to happen to us?"
"I… well; I could stay here if you'd have me."
"But Blaine you're still going to school."
Blaine sighed, and Kurt felt his breath on his neck, causing a delightful shiver to run down his spine again. "I know, Kurt, but in all honesty? It's just a degree. It's not important to me. I can attend school wherever and whenever. What's important to me is you, and being with you. I've waited five years to be back here, back with you in my arms, and I don't know if I can wait any longer."
Kurt's heartbeat quickened at Blaine's words, sheer joy filling him. How on earth did he end up with someone so beautiful? And oh how Kurt wished he could tell Blaine that, yes, he wanted him to stay, but Kurt knew how good it felt to live your dreams, and Blaine needed that too. A thought came into Kurt's mind, and he blurted it out before thinking.
"What if I came to live with you? I could find a job and help pay rent and… and then we'd still be together but you'd… er, you'd be able to go to school… still…" Kurt's voice trailed off and he wanted more than anything to take back what he just said, no matter how true it may be. Instead he buried his face into Blaine's shirt, closing his eyes tightly and waiting for Blaine to reject his idea immediately.
"You'd… you'd want that?" Blaine asked hesitantly and Kurt's eyes flew open in shock. He looked up at Blaine with wide eyes.  
"Yes!" Kurt replied quickly, "Yes, of course I would!"
"I couldn't make you leave New York, Kurt. You've wanted to live here your whole life, and you're on Broadway… how can I take you away from that?"
"Your right," Kurt replied simply, "I have wanted to live here my whole life, and I did live here. I got to be on Broadway, I even played a role in a movie, but now I just want to be with you for a little bit. Ever since I got discovered it's been go, go, go. I was planning on taking a break already, and I can't think of any better way to spend it then with you."
Kurt held his breath and waited for Blaine to respond. He could easily reject Kurt and… and, well, Kurt would have to find a way to deal with that. Luckily, that wouldn't be the case.
"Well, in that case, I would be honoured to have you stay with me. I must warn you ahead of time, though, about my apartment. It's tiny, it's cluttered, it's a mess, and it's only got one bedroom. Oh, and the fridge is broken half the time, dishwasher the other half. And I don't exactly own a washer or dryer; I have to go to the coin wash down the road. And  the-"
"Your fridge is broken? What do you eat?"
"I'm a student, Kurt; I live off of cold take-out and Luke-warm beer." Kurt inwardly cringed at Blaine's diet, and he knew the first thing that was happening when he got to Blaine's home was getting that fridge replaced. Kurt was not living off that.
"But… but I can come stay with you?"
"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said and I felt rather then heard him laugh, "Yes, of course you can. If you're up for it."
"That sounds like a challenge, Blaine Anderson." Kurt said cryptically, lifting his head to look Blaine in the eye.
"Maybe it is," Was Blaine's response as he smirked.
*****
Kurt woke early the next morning to the sun shining brightly through his open blinds. He reached to his left, his eyes still closed tight to the brightness, searching for Blaine's warmth. When his fingertips touched the coolness of blankets that had long since been unoccupied, Kurt's eyes shot open. His heart clenched painfully when he realized that, sure enough, Blaine was no where to be seen. Blaine was gone? But they had… they'd agreed mere hours ago that Kurt would be going to live with Blaine.
Oh god, he changed his mind. Kurt thought bitterly. He closed his eyes again, curling in on himself and trying to become smaller. Kurt hated the tears he felt stinging his eyes, he hated that he thought Blaine was going to stick around, he hated that he thought life was suddenly going to be completely perfect. Life wasn't perfect, that was the cold truth of it, and Kurt shouldn't have thought any different.
"K-Kurt?" Kurt looked up so quickly he felt his neck crack. He looked through a teary haze, just barely making out Blaine standing in his doorway with too mugs in hand. He quickly placed the mugs down upon seeing Kurt, running over to scoop him into his arms. "Kurt what's wrong?"
"Oh my god, I feel so stupid." Kurt said into Blaine's shirt as he clung helplessly to him.
"Why?"
"I… I thought you left."
"Kurt I could never do that to you. Not again." Blaine took a deep breath before tightening his grip and speaking barely above a whisper. "Kurt, I… I feel horrible for leaving like that last time, and I could never ever do that to you again. I love you so much, Kurt, and I promise you I will stay for as long as you want me."
"What about when you get tired of me being such a clean freak, and a heath nut, and my tendency to boss you around, and-"
"Kurt, I love everything about you. Your flaws make you beautiful Kurt."
Kurt let out a choked laugh, tears in his eyes for a completely different reason now. He beamed at Blaine, "What is this, a romance novel?"
Blaine feigned horror, but they both started laughing. When Kurt tried to slide out of his grasp, Blaine tackled him back onto the bed, tickling him. Kurt was howling with laughter and kicking his legs, so Blaine straddled him before resuming the torture. When he stopped to let Kurt breathe, he was close enough that their noses were touching. Deciding he wasn't even going to try and resist, Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt stiffened in shock, but after a moment he melted into it.
Sadly, Finn barged into the room, interrupting them yet again. Kurt let out a frustrated groan. "Oh my good god, Finn, what?"
"I-er- I was supposed to- but… Ohmygod, okay I'm leaving." He rambled before scurrying from the room.
Blaine tried to press his lips to Kurt's again, but this time Mercedes voice came from his doorway, "Oh, hell to the naw, Kurt. You are not going to sit in here and make out with your boyfriend while we sit around and wait for you two to finish. I'd like to spend my last day here with you, if that's okay?"
Kurt's cheeks turned a very bright shade of red, and Blaine climbed off him with a chuckle. Kurt shoved his boyfriend lightly before climbing out of bed. "Alright, 'Cedes, I'll be out in a minute."
*******
Kurt spent the remainder of the day showing everyone around New York. He showed the girls the hottest shopping spots (managing to get them all a little something to remember the trip by), and he showed all the guys some of the more "manly" things he had experienced, though there weren't many.
At three the group stumbled into one of Kurt's favorite New York Pizza places, Denino's Pizzeria. One of the reasons why Kurt loved it so much was how homey it was. The waitress working seemed to be genuinely happy to be working there, and as she led them to their table she explained that the Pizzeria had been owned by her family since 1937. Kurt leaned back against Blaine as his friends chatted excitedly, a content smile in his place.
"So, are you having fun?" Kurt shivered at the feel of Blaine's breath of his neck as he whispered in Kurt's ear.
"Yes," Kurt shifted so he was facing Blaine, staring into his warm and inviting eyes, "Thank you Blaine, for everything. I really missed them all and… just thank you. For knowing and for bringing them here."
Blaine pressed his forehead against Kurt's, "I just wanted to see this smile again." Blaine touched Kurt's lip gently, "You don't know how much I've missed seeing this smile."
Everything around the couple fell away as they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. Kurt was positive they looked like a couple of love-drunk teens, but at that moment that's how he felt, and to hell if he wasn't going to express that.

After lunch, time seemed to fly by. Before he knew it, Kurt was at the airport. He was saying goodbye to his friends again and there was hugging and tears, and promises that they'd keep in contact this time. And for once? For once, Kurt had a feeling they would. Before he really knew what was happening, Kurt and Blaine were back at his apartment and the silence felt strange. Blaine led Kurt to the balcony, pulling him into a tight embrace as they gazed out over the beauty of New York. For tonight, they would just be together, but tomorrow Kurt would start planning his move to Blaine's, and his heart fluttered at the thought. He was moving in with Blaine, they were going to be together, and it was going to be lovely.