Glee Fic: For Knowing What I needed

[themoosejthm]

Summary: The aftermath of the Prom is neither filled with rage or sex. It’s just two boys.

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The ride home is quiet. Kurt still has the crown on and half of Blaine is ridiculously happy that Kurt is so brave and wonderful and amazing but the other half of him just wants to find every person that voted for Kurt to be Prom Queen and punch them in the face. Fucking assholes. He’s stressed but, oddly, happy. Happy that Kurt pulled through it. Happy that he got to dance with Kurt in front of everyone and got to put his hands on his boyfriend in a public place. Happy that they weren’t beaten half to death because of it.
 

The car rolls to a stop in Kurt’s driveway with little fanfare. Kurt turns the car off and leans his forehead against the steering wheel. Blaine reaches out and gently touches Kurt’s hair, trying to comfort him. 

“I’m fine.” Kurt says, eyes closed. Blaine retracts his hand. He doesn’t know what to do or say. He barely knew what to do when the announcement – that moment where Blaine could only think “oh god, this is going to turn into Carrie, isn’t it?” before he realized Kurt was running out of the gym and Blaine instinctively felt himself running after him, calling for him to stop. The only real thing he was thinking was that the first causality in Carrie was that kid that ran for the doors, only to get electrocuted. It wasn’t until his brain caught up with him that he began to worry about Kurt and wonder what he should do. What do you say in such a situation? So, he just said what he was thinking and hoped for the best. 

He still doesn’t know if it was what he was supposed to say. 

The sound of a car door opening makes him jump and when he looks he realizes that Kurt’s already got out of the car, opened his door, and is looked at him worriedly. 

“Are you okay?” Kurt asks quietly, as if it was him that was just humiliated in front of his whole school. As if it was him that was surrounded by a bunch of homophobic assholes.
 
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Tumbles out of his mouth as he slides out of the car. Kurt smiles at him and Blaine reaches for his hand. Kurt smiles wider as their hands slot together easily. They walk to Kurt’s house in silence. 
 

Burt and Carole are waiting for them when the door opens. Burt looks confused and Carole looks like she wants to smile. 

“You were made Prom King?” Finn’s voice comes from the hallway as he stumbles into the room. Blaine bites his lip, looking at Kurt. 

“No,” Kurt says quietly, tiredly. “I was made Prom Queen.” He says coldly. It takes half a second for Volcano Hummel-Hudson to erupt.

“THAT’S BULLSHIT!”

“I’m going to that school and bringing my flamethrower!”

“Please stop.” Kurt says, cutting off Finn and Burt mid-rant. Burt turns to his son, looking furious and Finn looks like he wants to rip someone’s head off. Carole’s lips are pressed together tight and Blaine finds himself oddly reminded of his last cat, Cuddles, who was a ball of fur and rage most of the time. The only time his father had ever hit him – when he first came out and their was shouting and tempers were running high, and it was really only a slap across the face and the man apologized right after – Cuddles had been the first one to jump on his father, claws out and hissing. 

“Kurt, this…” Burt starts but can’t seem to find where to continue. Kurt smiles, but it’s full of poison and looks out of place on Kurt’s face. 

“I know. You told me so.” Burt flinches. “But right now, I don’t care. I’m tired, I’m stressed, Blaine’s stressed, and I really just want to go to bed.” Kurt says and moves towards the stairs, taking Blaine with him since they haven’t unclasped their hands. They go up the door in silence and Kurt closes the door behind them gently. 

Kurt lets go and Blaine doesn’t want to let go, but Kurt starts to draw away and Blaine has no choice but to let go. Kurt takes two steps toward his dresser before stopping and gently plucking the crown off his head. Blaine takes a step closer and Kurt places the crown on the dresser. 

“I left our pictures in my car.” Kurt says, taking the corsage off and putting it on his dresser next to the crown. Blaine doesn’t say anything. Kurt sighs and turns around to face Blaine. He opens his mouth as if to say something, thinks better of it, and instead takes the one step needed to put him back in front of Blaine. They don’t speak, but Kurt reaches out and unpins his corsage, tossing it over to the dresser, where it lands near Kurt’s. 

Blaine thinks he should say something, but nothing is coming to mind. Kurt’s fingers work diligently at Blaine’s tie and he’s just standing there like an idiot and he should say something, anything. 

Kurt gets the knot undone and is pulling it off Blaine when Blaine’s hands come up to grab Kurt’s and they look at each other. Blaine doesn’t know what to say or do. He doesn’t know. 

Kurt moves forward and touches their foreheads together. He probably has to bend to do it, but Blaine closes his eyes and doesn’t think of that. Some of the tension that Blaine didn’t know he had leaves him and he lets go of Kurt’s hands. The tie is pulled the rest of the way off and one of them must move because suddenly their lips are touching and it’s wonderful for all its feather-lightness. Kurt pulls back and Blaine whines, just a little. 

And then something snaps and Kurt is on him, heavier this time and more sure. Blaine feels his body walk them backwards and when the back of his legs hits Kurt’s bed he finds himself shoved backwards onto it. Normally, this is when they stop or laugh a little at their urgency, but this time Kurt settles above him slowly, looking down at him with a foreign expression on his face. Kurt kisses him again, hard, and this is a little new. 

When Kurt moves against him Blaine gasps into their kiss and Kurt’s mouth slides off his to go to his jaw, nipping and licking, and this is the moment when Blaine realizes that both of them are completely relaxed. The straight set to Kurt’s shoulders that has been there since they stepped inside the house is gone and steel that inserted itself in place of Blaine’s spine is like-wise nowhere to be found. 

Kurt pulls away from his neck and Blaine reaches out, trying to pull Kurt back down by his shirt, but Kurt swats his hands away. Blaine whines.

“Thank you.” Kurt says, taking one of his hands and lacing their fingers together. Like they were when they were dancing. 

“For what?” Blaine asks, honestly confused. 

“For knowing what I needed.” 

Kurt moves down to kiss him again, gentler this time.