likesboys | like a statue in the sky

They've barely moved from the bed all day, the hours ticking by excruciatingly slowly. Blaine hasn't been asleep the entire time, always too anxious to completely relax, too worried that Kurt will get up with out him noticing and panic all over again. Even if Blaine isn't able to do anything, the idea of him not being around to even try is terrifying. If nothing else, he's fairly sure he can restrain Kurt if it comes to it.

But aside from a few trips to the bathroom, they really don't leave the room all day. Which is just fine by Blaine. The cottage is so much quieter without Brittany and Rachel around, something Blaine hasn't noticed in the past couple weeks as much as he does when Kurt is so far from him, too. It's a little terrifying, actually, the weight of the silence when the dark rolls in and he instinctively curls closer to Kurt on the bed, sneaking an arm tight around him again and holding on tight.

He has no recollection of falling asleep, has no idea when his heart eventually stopped pounding enough to let him drift under.

He only knows he's slept at all when the touch of something against his face jerks him awake, his heart again leaping into his throat and pulse pounding.

Until he realizes that it's Kurt. Kurt's fingers brushing along his jaw, and Kurt's eyes looking right at him. Seeing him.

"Oh thank god," he breathes, little more than a whisper as he surges forward to pull Kurt into a tight embrace, awkward and desperate and so, so relieved.

Breath shuddering, Kurt immediately wraps his arms around Blaine, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as Kurt buries his face against Blaine's cheek. He hugs Blaine more tightly than he ever remembers having done before, but it doesn't stop the sobs that get caught in his throat, sniffles that shakes his shoulders as Kurt squeezes his eyes shut Fingers weaving into Blaine's hair, Kurt feels tears already sliding down and spreading on the pillowcase.

"I thought that I'd— I thought I'd left the island, oh god, Blaine. It was awful, it was like I was back in Lima, except there was no one else there; the house was empty, no one was picking up their phones, everyone on the street, just gone. And I could remember the island, and you weren't with me, and I can't, I can't be alone like that, it's just terrifying," Kurt breathes against Blaine's shirt, hands tightening into fists around the fabric. "But I'm back. I'm back now."

Strangely, Blaine isn't surprised by any of it. He'd had some idea when Kurt had started wandering around the cabin, jogging down stairs that weren't there and punching the buttons of an invisible phone. In a way, he's relieved that that's all Kurt had to face. One terrifying day in Kurt's abandoned home town is, if not less scary at least less dangerous than so many other things Blaine could imagine.

"You're here," he says, still holding Kurt tight, turning his head just enough to brush his lips along Kurt's hairline. "It's okay, Kurt. You're here. And I promise you, I promise you, I won't leave you."

He knows it's a promise he can't necessarily keep, not with the way this island works, but he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he'll never leave by his own choosing. If given the opportunity, he will always be by Kurt's side.

Laughing weakly, Kurt can't even bring himself to say what's obvious, can't bring himself to think of what the island might do to him next time, can't bring himself to think of the potential of Blaine leaving hasn't lessened in the slightest. Instead, he wraps one leg around Blaine's calves, pulling him closer and nestling his face in Blaine's shirt, breathing in deep and catching the scent of him, body relaxing slightly in the process.

"My head hurts so much right now," murmurs Kurt, voice muffled against Blaine. "Obviously, my plan of sleeping away an entire day wasn't the greatest. God, I stayed just curled up in my bedroom, half-awake for most of the time. Didn't eat, didn't shower." He takes another deep breath, the stretch of his chest almost cleansing.

Pulling back slightly, the motion reluctant, Kurt drops his cheek back to the pillow. "How was it here? I can't imagine all of the things that must have happened... people whose fears were a little more horror film."

Lifting a hand to Kurt's head, he combs his fingers through the strands before scratching lightly at his nape and then massaging the skin there. It's meant to be a calming touch, soothing, though he really has no idea how well he's succeeding. If nothing else, it's soothing him.

"I don't know actually," he admits a little sheepishly, his thumb tracing along Kurt's collarbone as Kurt settles back on the pillow. "I've been here all day."

It occurs to him only then that he really has no idea how anyone is doing right now. Half the island could be in chaos right now and he and Kurt both are completely unaware. People might be dead or missing or seriously injured; Blaine's heard horror stories of stuff that's happened before.

But, with Kurt here now and safe and okay, there's a part of him that really can't bring himself to care about anything else.

Although every inch of his skin feels like it's still thrumming with nerves, Kurt manages to close his eyes to the gentle touch of Blaine's fingers, letting out a slow, deep exhale through his nose. If there's anything good about the island, Kurt thinks, it's that the permanency helps him come mostly back from the panic without too much trouble. He knows that there are ports in the storm, stretches of time directly after chaos that are tranquil, peaceful, and steady.

He reaches out with his hand again, splaying it over Blaine's cheek, simply holding him close.

"Wait," he says with a slight frown, glancing up with wide eyes. "You've been... here all day? Wait, was my body still here? I didn't just completely disappear? Oh my god, Blaine, you — please tell me that you ate, at least."

"You've been here," Blaine says with a slight nod and a small, fond smile. Kurt's hand is warm on his cheek, another solid indicator that he really is here and that he can feel Blaine just as much as Blaine can feel him. "You were sort of... acting it all out. I didn't really understand at first why you couldn't see me or hear me, but after you kept calling for your dad and Finn and Carole, I kind of figured it out."

Reaching up, he loosely wraps his hand around Kurt's, pulling it down to brush a kiss over the tops of his fingers. "Then you decided to sleep."

He doesn't really answer Kurt's question, sure that Kurt can draw his own conclusions. He's been at Kurt's side the entire day, not letting him out of his sight except in his own moments of dozing. That hadn't exactly lent itself to much eating. At all.

There's something that clicks into place, square in his chest, as the picture becomes clear to Kurt. He was here. He was actually here on the island, solid and panicking to no end, and Blaine stayed by his side in spite of probably quickly coming to the realization that there was nothing that Blaine could do to help Kurt relax. With a soft, shaky sigh, Kurt reaches forward, slipping an arm under Blaine's side and another over and around his back, hugging tightly and suppressing a sob.

"Blaine, honey, you're supposed to take care of yourself before you watch after other people," Kurt sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he squeezes Blaine's waist. "We should get up. Get some water, some food... maybe a shower, too."

With a hum, Blaine sinks easily into Kurt's embrace, squirming a little to slip his leg between Kurt's calves as he presses a light kiss to Kurt's nose, pulling back with a warm smile.

"I was kind of banking on it lasting only one day. If it'd gone longer, I would've found some way to drag you to the compound," he says, only partially teasing. "Even if that meant tying you up and carrying you fireman style." He pauses then, still smiling as he pulls in a slow, easy breath, his hand smoothing from Kurt's waist up his chest to rest right at his collarbone. "You must be starving, though. You haven't eaten either. I think we have some fruit in the kitchen."

Kurt lets himself revel in the safety of it, being surrounded by Blaine on all sides, limbs tangled together and rumpling the sheets. Pressed close to Blaine, every inhale carries his scent, every press of palm to chest yields the steady beat of his heart. Kurt continues with the small touches, eyes fixed on the color of Blaine's once they pull slightly apart, and fingers briefly brushing to the line of Blaine's thigh where it's tucked between Kurt's legs. Not for the first time, he thinks that he could do this forever.

Being wrapped up in one another.

"Let's get up, then. However comfortable this is, we can't completely live off of proximity to one another, even though sometimes it feels like we can come pretty close." Kurt leans forward, pecking Blaine's nose before sitting up, wincing again at the throb of his temples.

Blaine's smile warms all the more as Kurt leans in to press a quick, light kiss to the tip of his nose. For the first time in 24 hours, he feels like he can breathe again and he sucks in a deep, full breath as he watches Kurt sit up.

He also doesn't miss the quick expression of discomfort and Kurt's face and he feels some his relief falter a bit. "Are you okay?" he asks, pushing himself up and resting a hand lightly on Kurt's arm. He knows Kurt can get headaches from too much sleep, but the thought that there could be more too it than that makes him anxious.

"Yeah, I think it's just... oversleeping, or going too long without food, or something," Kurt sighs, rubbing at his temples again, although he's careful not to pull away from Blaine's touch. "Pounding headache. Or maybe it's the start of a migraine. Either way, trying to sleep it off will probably make it worse, so let's just get some food. Besides, I'd rather suffer a headache and hear your voice any day rather than go without."

He glances over his shoulder, offering a smile. "Seriously, I don't want to ever go without that. You're a necessary part of my day."

Unsurprised, but still more than a little worried, Blaine nods and tries to offer a small, reassuring smile as he squeezes Kurt's arm before pushing up to his feet. Once standing, he leans back down to press a kiss to the center of Kurt's forehead as he links their fingers together and then pulls back to help him up.

"Well, lets see if eating something or taking a walk might help. And, if it doesn't, we can always come back and lie down for awhile. You don't have to have your eyes open to listen to me talk."

Kurt's lashes drop down just in time to receive Blaine's kiss, cheeks flushing over at the sweet intimacy of it, almost like they've been doing this for years. Sometimes, he forgets how short the time's really been— how Blaine hadn't arrived until just six months ago, how it'd taken a few weeks after that before they pulled themselves together. It's a little sobering sometimes, he thinks quietly to himself, exhaling with a smile as he stands on his feet and follows Blaine.

Because he knows, after all, that Blaine and him have problems back home. And all things considered, he doesn't know whether or not they'll be able to avoid the same thing on the island.

He's not even sure how different he personally is compared to the Kurt back home.

"You like living with me, right?" Kurt asks quietly, lacing his fingers with Blaine's as they make their way to the kitchen.

The question, quiet and strangely tentative, catches Blaine by surprise and he glances over at Kurt as they step into the kitchen, a frown slowly curving his lips.

"Of course I do," he says, without needing to even think about it, though he does slow to a stop to get a better look at Kurt's face. Despite the amount of sleep he's gotten in the past 24 hours, he still looks exhausted, doubtlessly due to the lack of water and food or any kind of peace of mind. Blaine imagines he can't look much better. "I mean... it's different. I never really imagined I'd be living with my boyfriend without parental supervision until at least college and this place isn't exactly ideal as far as that goes, but if I'm going to live with anyone out here, I'm really really glad it's you."

Brow furrowing a little, he gives Kurt's hand a squeeze, his tone dropping a little. "Why? Do you not?"

"No, no," Kurt quickly shakes his head, hands dropping down to Blaine's and giving them a squeeze, leaning in until he can drop his forehead lightly against Blaine's shoulder. "No. I love living with you, so much. I love having someone next to me when I wake up, I love going to bed and feeling loved, I love how warm you are, it's... It's more than I could have ever hoped for. But it's also so fast."

Picking his head up, Kurt bites down on his lower lip. "It's so easy, isn't it? I mean, we fight sometimes, but it's like living with you is the most natural thing. I can picture us doing this for the rest of our lives, and we've only been together for six months. Am I being completely naive when I say that?"

Something in Kurt's tone, something in his words, gives Blaine pause. It doesn't sound like Kurt's scared of anything exactly, but he doesn't sound completely comfortable either. And Blaine has no idea how much of that is because of what happened yesterday or if it's all been building, but it makes him nervous whatever the case.

Turning to better face him, Blaine meets Kurt's eyes straight on, frowning a little. "I don't think you're being naive," he says because that feels truth if nothing else. "Are you... I don't understand. Do you not like that feeling?"

Too fast, he thinks, the words echoing in Kurt's voice. He thinks they're moving too fast. Are they? Does that mean he's been making Kurt uncomfortable? Does he need a break? More breathing room? Does he want to step back and see other people maybe?

Oh god.

Quickly shaking his head, Kurt raises his hands to cradle Blaine's cheeks briefly before sliding his arms over Blaine's shoulders, taking a deep breath and sighing into a fast denial. "No, Blaine, of course I love the feeling. I wouldn't trade this for anything, I think it... it hit me that we're not really just boyfriends, right?" Kurt chews on his lower lip, inhaling slowly again, letting out the air slowly through his nose. "It was different when Rachel and Brittany were here, it was different when Puck was here, because then it was just all of us from Ohio banding together. But now this cottage is just ours."

Kurt's lips quirk into a slightly crooked grin. "I never even got to ask you to move in with me. Or ask if it's completely annoying that I'm a sheet hog, or if you mind the fact that I sleepwalk myself into dessert some nights. My god, Blaine, you stayed with me for a whole day to make sure that I was okay, you didn't eat, you didn't sleep much, I'm sure." His brows furrow as Kurt draws his lower lip under his teeth, trying to understand. "When I go to bed with you, I feel safe. I like that dip in the mattress, I like it when you pull me so close that I can feel your breathing settle. I hate it when you tease me with cold toes, but I love it too, it's— it's crazy."

Gaze dropping, Kurt drops his arms down a bit, sliding them until his fingers knead into Blaine's shoulders. "I just want to know that I'm not missing something. Because I know things get difficult back home, and I don't want that, I don't want that to ever happen. I want this," Kurt says, carefully glancing up again.

They haven't talked much about the Chandler thing in a few months. There hasn't been any real reason to. Blaine's more secure here, with this Kurt, than he ever initially thought possible, what he left behind in Lima almost more like a distant dream than anything else. In some ways, whatever happened back in Ohio, whatever the whole texting thing did to them, it doesn't matter here now. It doesn't apply.

His hands rest easily on Kurt's hips as Kurt tugs him forward, fingers playing idly with the bottom hem of his shirt as he listens.

"I don't want that to happen either," he says, needing Kurt to know that they're on the same wavelength here. "But I guess... I don't know what you mean by not wanting to miss something. I'm not keeping anything from you if that's what you're thinking. And I want to be here, I want everything you do. Everything." Pausing for a second, his smile warms and he tugs Kurt a little closer, hands smoothing up his sides, his voice turning teasing. "And, for the record, the sheet hogging is kind of annoying, but it's something I'm willing to help you work on."

Kurt laughs, ducking his head as a flush spreads over his cheeks, his feet stepping easily forward as Blaine tugs him closer. Looping his arms fully over Blaine's shoulders again, Kurt takes a few slow, even breaths before leaning forward to press his lips lightly against Blaine's cheek. He weaves a hand into Blaine's hair, grinning at the way the locks are curled and free of gel.

"That's all I wanted to know," Kurt says quietly, still running his fingers through Blaine's hair, enjoying the slightly scruffier look and running the tip of his nose over the rough feel of his skin. "That... it's okay to be going fast, because we love each other. And that we know what we're doing. And that we have a pretty adult relationship, all things considered. I don't think I remember any of the other high school couples being as stable as we are."

His smile widens as Kurt tilts his head, taking in a shaky breath. "I might be able to cut back on hogging the sheets if I can just grab onto you instead."

Blaine always considered them pretty stable back at McKinley too before the whole Chandler thing. For all he knows, he and Kurt were able to work it out back there and he can't deny that a significant part of him desperately hopes they did. He can't imagine a reality in any universe in which he and Kurt aren't together. He doesn't want to.

But Blaine isn't foolish enough to deny how young they are either. His only hope is that they manage to weather the harder times still doubtlessly ahead of them.

"I am always here for the grabbing," he says, giving Kurt's sides a warm, firm squeeze, smiling softly. "But if it ever feels too fast for you, you can tell me. Or if you just need space or anything. I don't want you to feel like you're only ever allowed to talk to me and no one else."

Kurt shakes his head quickly, leaning in and raising a hand to curl around the back of Blaine's neck, weaving lightly into the hair as he presses the bridge of his nose against Blaine's cheek, shaking his head as though to further drill his nose against the skin. "Believe me, if I feel like I've had enough of you for an afternoon, I have people whose houses I can hit up. And a darling little baby who could probably use more uncle Kurt in her life."

Grinning, Kurt turns around, reaching for one of Blaine's hands to tug him along as they head into the kitchen. Making a face, Kurt cups his free hand around his mouth, taking a small huff.

"Ugh, I have... the worst morning breath ever," he laments, cheeks flushing over with embarrassment. "Sorry about that."

Reassured, Blaine can't help the fond smile that curves his lips as they finish their route to the kitchen, his hands snug in Kurt's. His grin doesn't falter any as Kurt huffs into his palm to smell his breath, in fact only widening as he laughs.

"I don't think you heard me complaining, did you?" he says, turning again and stepping in close as he backs Kurt up against the counter, hands on Kurt's hips. He leans in slowly, making a little show of it as he bumps his nose against Kurts, nuzzling before pressing his lips to Kurt for a sweet, but lingering kiss. He ends it fairly quickly, but remains close, content to simply be pressed close to Kurt, breathing him in. "I think I can handle it."

With a small snort of laughter, Kurt stretches out languidly, his back relaxing against the counter as he presses his hips slightly closer to Blaine, doing his best to keep any desire at bay and instead just keeping himself close with a loop of his arms around Blaine's neck. They should be eating, they should be getting a drink of water, but ever since that one night in the kitchen weeks ago, Kurt has some amount of difficulty keeping his mind from wandering in that direction when they kiss.

He indulges by leaning forward to nip at Blaine's bottom lip, full and soft between his teeth.

"You're ridiculous," he says softly, before turning around in Blaine's hold and reaching up into the cupboard for their cups, flushing slightly at how the movement has him pressing against Blaine, easily felt through a thin layer of fabric.

Blaine's face slowly breaks into a bright grin as Kurt nips at his bottom lip and, with a low laugh, he presses a quick, full kiss to Kurt's mouth before Kurt turns in his arms, reaching for cups. He doesn't otherwise pull away though, still pressed up close against Kurt's back, one hand smoothing down Kurt's side to rest on his hip as he nuzzles at the back of Kurt's neck.

He breathes in deep, soaking up the warm sleep-scent of Kurt's skin, nose brushing the faint scar on his skin before he presses a kiss there and then pulls back just enough to give him a little more room to move. "Hmm," he murmurs thoughtfully, hands still moving over Kurt's side. "We should probably shower some time today."

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