FIC - Glee - All the Love in the World
Word Count: 692
Warnings: Schmoop, overuse of commas and semicolons.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Summary: Kurt watches Blaine sleep.
Author's Note:My tumblr dash was full of Klaine fanvids this morning, and this story just drifted into my brain and refused to let go. This is a complete standalone, with no relation to anything I've previously written. The title comes from Fleetwood Mac's "Songbird," which I listened to on loop as I was writing this (so expect fluff).
Kurt is an early riser. He’s not actually a morning person; he’d sleep until noon every day if he could, but flawless skin and slender limbs require care and daily maintenance, and all that takes time.
Blaine, being one of those lucky people to whom beauty comes easily and without much effort on his part, likes to sleep late, so there are often long hours between the time when Kurt wakes up and when Blaine does the same. Kurt doesn’t mind though – quite the opposite, actually. Often, he’ll even set his alarm an additional half hour earlier, so that he can really take his time to enjoy this: the warm press of Blaine’s body against his own, and the slow, steady rhythm of Blaine’s breathing.
He never gets tired of looking at Blaine. It’s probably weird and unusual at this stage in their relationship, but Kurt swears that every time Blaine smiles at him, he still feels that same gut-punch of awe and desire that he felt the very first time Blaine smiled at him, a lifetime ago at the bottom of a spiralling staircase. Kurt’s pretty sure that you’re not supposed to be more in love with someone after you’ve been together for over ten years than you were the first time you kissed, but he can’t help it – it’s as if, every time he thinks he finally has a handle on how much he loves Blaine, that he can’t possibly love Blaine any more than this, Blaine will say something or do something, and Kurt will discover, to his own astonishment, that there are wholly untapped depths to his wells of love for this wonderful, incredible man.
Most of the time, he’s content to lie there and just drink in the sight of him, letting his gaze follow the beautifully drawn lines of his face and jaw, the long, black brushstrokes of his eyelashes, and the tender curve of his mouth. Sometimes, that will be enough for him, and he’ll eventually get out of bed and go about his morning routine, smiling and suffused with warmth.
But sometimes, the emotions will rush up too quickly, overwhelming him, filling him, and he’ll have to tell Blaine or he’ll burst.
He won’t wake Blaine, he won’t even whisper in his ear. Instead, he’ll scoot down on the bed, until his head is level with Blaine’s chest. He’ll press his ear on the spot right over Blaine’s heart and spend a few minutes just listening to it beat, steady and strong. He knows, as any person who passed high school science knows, that the heart does nothing more than pump blood, that love is much more likely to reside in the brain than in the heart. But Kurt is old-fashioned like that, a romantic, and so he’ll turn his face downward, press his lips against Blaine’s warm, warm skin, and whisper.
He tells Blaine a lot of things during those moments, secrets that he would never tell Blaine when he’s awake.
He says things like this: “When I first met you, I thought I was dreaming. Sometimes, I think I’m still dreaming, and that one day, I’ll wake up and find that you never existed.”
And things like this: “Sometimes I wish that you weren’t as gorgeous and amazing as you are, because you can do so much better than me, and I’m terrified of the day when you’ll realize that.”
And this: “I don’t think I could have gotten through my junior year of high school without you. I think you might have saved my life.”
Sometimes he just whispers, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” over and over again, until his lips and tongue stumble over the syllables and the words muddle together and lose all meaning.
Blaine, still sound asleep, hears nothing of this, though Kurt imagines that perhaps the sentiment at least gets through to him, because Blaine will sometimes tighten his arms around Kurt and hold him closer. On those mornings, he lets himself sleep in a little, cuddling close to Blaine’s warmth and feeling like they’re the only two people in the world.