When The World Gets Heavy, Kurt/Blaine, PG-13

Title: When The World Gets Heavy
Author: x_nscangel_x 
Rating: PG:13. there's mentions of nakedness but there isn't any sexual content besides kissing.
Summary: It’s great to make someone smile and blush, but it’s even better to have that same person give you all of that love back to you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Fox or anything else associated with it.
Author Notes: just a very fluffly drabble that I wrote.

           

            A/N: So this is a very fluffy drabble that I wrote, inspired by THE KLISS. It’s actually quite short too.

 

Warm, callused hands run over his body, caressing him, treasuring him, and petting his skin.

            “Kurt,” Blaine whispers, his voice full of wonder. “Kurt,” he says again.

            They are lying naked on his bed, the soft glow of the midnight moon filling the room. They aren’t having sex or anything like that. They’re just feeling, touching, kissing, exploring.

            “I love you,” Kurt murmurs.

            Blaine leans forward, kissing him gently, with all the passion of their very first kiss together. “I love you too.”

            He pulls their bodies close, so close that they are pressed tightly together from head to toe. Kurt relishes the feel of Blaine’s warm chest on his. Blaine makes Kurt feel safe, as if his very touch sends all of the bullies and the bruises and scars away. Blaine is his shelter.

            He can’t imagine being anywhere else but here, with Blaine.

            “You’re so beautiful,” Blaine says, eyes wide. “You look like an angel.”

            Kurt blushes. It’s hard for him to believe it. He isn’t beautiful. Blaine is. Blaine is the angel.

            “You don’t believe me, do you?” Blaine says, smiling.

Kurt shakes his head. “It’s kind of…I’m not,” Kurt stutters, “You are.”

            Blaine sighs, and brushes a hand on his cheek. “You have to believe me when I tell you just how gorgeous you are. I tell you every day, and you never believe me. You just look at me like I have some kind of mental disease.”

            Kurt smiles beautifully, and it nearly stops Blaine’s heart. “Then you should also start believing me when I say that polo shirts do not do your beautiful body any justice at all.”

            “Polos are amazing,” Blaine pouts. “I just don’t have your amazing sense of fashion.” Blaine knows that he says the right thing when Kurt blushes a delicate shade of pink, making him look like a rose.

            Kurt kisses him, gently and slowly, and Blaine gets lost in the soft gentle kisses that Kurt presses on his face, his neck, his lips. Usually, Blaine is the one that takes care of Kurt. He’s the one who makes Kurt feel cherished and adored. But now Blaine knows why Kurt loves being the little spoon so much. It’s great to make someone smile and blush, but it’s even better to have that same person give you all of that love back to you.

            Blaine presses in a little harder, and Kurt inhales sharply, pulling back. “You are definitely going to be the death of me,” Kurt whispers, running his hands through Blaine’s hair.

            “It’s a pretty good way to die, isn’t it?” Blaine says amusingly. “I mean, considering the more violent and bloody ways, sweet little boy kisses are a great way to go. We should start right now.” He tries to kiss Kurt again, but he’s laughing too hard and pushes a hand on Blaine’s chest to keep him at bay.

            “You are impossible,” Kurt says fondly. He glances at the clock. “It’s getting late,” he sighs, tugging the blanket over them. “We should sleep. We still have school tomorrow.”

            “No, I want my kisses,” Blaine pouts. Kurt just smiles at him and kisses him very gently, barely a brush of the lips.

            “Can you go to sleep now?” Kurt asks, amusement in his voice. His boyfriend acts like a child sometimes, but that just makes him even cuter.

“Fine, but you owe me more kisses in the morning.”

Kurt just laughs, thinking that yes, he does owe Blaine some more kisses the next morning.