mindcracklove | Brave Chapter 6

“Agree to disagree?”

“I think I can settle for that,”

Kurt stands nervously in the airport waiting area, his suitcase resting beside him as he scans the crowd, seeing unfamiliar face after unfamiliar face. He’s tired from the flight, and really wants a shower. But right now, his heart is beating a little too fast to be considered normal and his fingers are slightly shaky, but he’s excited. So excited. He wants to see him already. He’s so close. So close, he can almost feel him already, like there’s a ghost hugging him, fingers brushing against his chin, just a delicate touch. He just wants Tyler, right now. He tugs down his t-shirt slightly, and leans against a wall, looking out over the crowd again.

And that’s when he sees him. And he’s breathtaking in a way he never did realize over Skype. He’s wearing his signature blue jeans and purple twitch hoodie, which hugs his body in ways he shouldn’t be thinking about right now, because that wouldn’t end well… or it would, but that also shouldn’t happen. Not now, it’s too soon for that. It’s too soon for a lot of things. But they have been dating for a month now, what with Minecon and the week before and the two after that he had waited, as this was the best time to fly out. But, that’s all an afterthought as their eyes meet and he smiles, so wide, and abandons his suitcase to walk over to Tyler, to meet him halfway. He wraps his arms around Tyler’s waist and puts his face in the crook of his neck and takes a deep breath. Tyler smells like coffee and mint and cologne, and it’s perfect.

“Hi,” He sighs against Tyler neck, and he can feel the shiver run down Tyler’s spine, and it makes him smile.

“Hi,” Tyler responds, arms wrapped around him tightly, his head resting against Kurt’s.

He doesn’t want to step back, he really, really doesn’t, but he also knows that he probably should. So he does, and he looks at Tyler, and he’s staring back at him with eyes that are too wide, and hold too much emotion to take in. And he wants to kiss him; and now he can. So he does. He leans in, closing the minute space between them, and his eyes slip closed as his lips meet Tyler’s. His lips are warm and full, and it’s everything he’s dreamed of-- and yes, he’s dreamed of him a lot, more than he’d really care to share, or even think about at this moment. He tastes like coffee and minty toothpaste, and he never wants to stop kissing him. But, they’re in public, so he does. He pulls back enough to look into Tyler’s blue-green eyes and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, as if that may just stop his smile from splitting his face.

People are staring at them, a few smile, and the others are frowning, or look disgusted. It hurts to see that, it hurts in a way he wasn’t prepared for. But he doesn’t want to think about that right now, doesn’t want to have this ruined by some homophobic assholes. So he doesn’t think about it, he just focuses on the absolutely gorgeous man in front of him, and lets those people think what they want, because he’s got all he wants right here.

And Tyler laughs, soft and personal, just for the two of them, “Well hi there, that was certainly an eager greeting,” He’s sarcastic and smirking like he always is, except it’s so much more real now that he can reach out and touch him, feel warm skin under his fingers.

“Considering I’m your boyfriend, I’d say it’s not eager enough,” He grins, snark clear in his voice.

Tyler leans in ever so slightly, leaving his lips right by his ear, “How much more eager are you willing to get in an airport?” And it’s a breathy whisper, which sends a shiver down his spine.

“A lot more if you don’t stop,” He whispers back, because right now, he is very turned on, and it’s gonna become more obvious if they don’t stop.

Tyler gives him a devilish smile, and takes a step back, letting his fingers drag along Kurt’s stomach before resting them on his arms, “You’re very right. Now, I was thinking we could head back to my place and I’d make dinner. I know spaghetti and meatballs is a crowd favorite.”

And Kurt beams at him, I love you he thinks, and it’s far too soon for that, but right in that moment, he knows it’s true, and he’d like to keep that to himself for a while, “Lead the way.”

Tyler removes his hands and goes and grabs the suitcase by the handle, and starts wheeling it behind him. Kurt follows alongside him, and just can’t stop smiling. Once in the car, Tyler turns on the radio and drums his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. It’s adorable and Kurt loves it. Tyler glances at him every so often, and smiles wider every time.

“Eyes on the road,” Kurt teases.

“Sorry, it’s hard to focus,” Tyler replies, glancing over again briefly.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” He quips, very purposefully staring at him.

“Oh har har, you think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I actually do,” He responds with a smirk, “But so do you, to be fair.”

“You got me there,” Tyler surrenders, gesturing with his hands, before quickly returning them to the wheel.

They pull up to a small blue house in a cute little neighborhood and Tyler parks in the driveway. He shuts off the car and turns in his seat, a soft smile on his lips, “I can’t believe you’re really here,” He whispers, reaching over and gently running his fingers along Kurt’s jaw.

“I can’t either,” He murmurs back, his voice soft, like anything else would break the fragile moment.

Tyler just stares at him, and normally this kind of thing would make him feel awkward and uncomfortable, but right now, it’s perfect. His heartbeat is normal and his fingers aren’t shaking. Tyler leans over the console and Kurt meets him halfway. Tyler rests his hand along Kurt’s jaw and cheek, caressing his face. And this time when they kiss, it’s soft and delicate, just a slow slide of lips. When they pull back, Kurt just looks at him, taking in the small little details of his beautiful eyes. How the one that’s green is like freshly budded leaves on a chilly spring day, and the one that’s blue, it’s like an ocean that’s too blue to be real, yet it is.

“We should probably go inside,” Tyler suggests, his lips still just a breath away from his own. He could lean in and kiss him again so easily, really all it would take is to angle his head, but there’ll be plenty of time for that later. For now, he’s going to smile and soak in as much of Tyler as he can.

“Yeah, we probably should.”

~~~

Tyler sets two wine glasses on the table, as well as a bottle of wine, which he opens and pours into the glasses. Before sitting down across from Kurt, he sets the plates on the table with a flourish, “Now I know this isn’t going to be restaurant level, but I like to think of myself as a decent chef,” Tyler grins at him, like he finds himself funny.

“Good, because I can’t cook.” Kurt replies, stabbing a meatball to try. And it’s really good, “Wow T, this is great.”

“Why thank you good sir.”

Kurt laughs and sips his wine.

“So uh,” Tyler clears his throat, “We should probably talk about some stuff.”

“Stuff?” Kurt questions with a raised brow, gesturing for Tyler to continue.

“Yeah, stuff,” He takes a long drink of wine, “Like boundaries. And what we’re comfortable doing.”

“Oh that stuff,” Kurt laughs a little, and reaches across the table to take Tyler’s hands in his own, “For now, I just wanna take it slow and enjoy our time together, okay? We’ll figure out that stuff as we go.”

Tyler grins at him and squeezes his hands, “Okay, I think we can manage that.”

“Me too,” He smiles, and it’s soft and delicate, “Me too.”

After dinner they head into the living room to watch a movie, one neither of them had seen. Tyler gets it pulled up on the TV while Kurt makes himself comfortable on the couch, tucking his legs next to him and leaning back against the soft cushions. He loves that everything smells like Tyler, a delightful mix of coffee, mint, and cologne. He loves that this house feels so lived in, and so Tyler in the cutest ways. Like how he has two matching coffee mugs on the kitchen counter, and little figurines from games that Kurt has never played scattered around, sitting on shelves and on tables. His favorite part though, is the little framed picture of himself sitting on the end table. He reaches over and picks it up, examining the dark stained wooden frame and the matte picture behind the glass. It’s one of the pictures he’d taken while he was on a hike, his cheeks were flushed red and his beanie was pulled low, and his jacket pulled tight around him, and he was smiling brightly. He could see why this is the picture Tyler would choose to frame. He looks up at Tyler, and smiles, because this is so totally something he’d imagined him doing. It’s just on the side of too cute and romantic, but screams Tyler. And he loves that.

He sets the picture back down gently, and looks back up in time to see Tyler staring at him with a light blush coloring his cheeks, “I hope you don’t mind that I have that,” He says quietly, the slightest hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“It’s sweet,” He responds, voice soft, “I’ll have to get a picture too now. Can’t let you out cute me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Tyler moves over to the couch sitting down beside Kurt, close enough that their legs touch, “You’re literally the cutest person I’ve ever met.”

It’s Kurt’s turn to blush, and he does, the color quickly painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears, “Hush, I am not.”

“But you are,” Tyler boops him on the nose with the cutest smile and a playful look in his lovely eyes.

I love you he thinks again, but says nothing, just smiles back at him, moving a hand to rest on Tyler’s knee. “Agree to disagree?”

“I think I can settle for that,” Tyler agrees softly, and leans into Kurt’s space a little more.

Kurt leans in just a little bit too. Their noses are almost touching, and he can feel Tyler’s breaths against his lips. He’s not sure who leans in, but they do, and this time, the kiss is soft, and sweet, and just a little more urgent than before. One soft kiss leads to another, and Tyler nips at his bottom lip and his hand comes up to rest on the back of his neck, pulling gently against the soft, freshly cut hair there. Kurt tightens his grip on Tyler’s knee and leans in a little, creating a better angle, less awkward and less nose bumping. He smiles, and he’s never really been happier in his life, than in this moment, tasting the wine and spaghetti from dinner on Tyler’s lips and his tongue, and being able to feel so grounded with someone like this.

“You wanna watch the movie?” Tyler asks once they break apart, still close, Tyler’s hand still on the back of his neck, his hand still gently gripping his knee, their noses just a breath apart.

He kisses him one more time, just because he can, “Yeah, let’s watch the movie.”

Tyler hits the play button and the TV explodes with color and sound. He settles back against the cushion, leaning in closer to Kurt’s space and putting an arm across his shoulder, which Kurt happily takes as his cue to lean back against Tyler’s chest, and let him play with the hem on the sleeve of his t-shirt, and he’s never really felt more content with his life than in this moment.

~~~

It’s dark when Tyler wakes up, the only light the gentle grey glow from the tv. He blinks, glancing at the clock on the wall. Two Thirty. He yawns, and stops mid motion as he sees Kurt. Kurt’s head is laying against his chest, his lips parted ever so slightly as he snores gently. He’s a solid weight against Tyler’s chest, and he actually loves it. Loves that he gets to see this side of Kurt, the playful, caring, sweet, loose part that only really makes an appearance around Tyler. He loves that he’s the one to evoke that in him.

He doesn’t want to wake Kurt up, but he also kinda wants to go to bed, where it would be far more comfortable for cuddling. He gently shakes his shoulder, whispering softly, “Kurt.”

Kurt stirs slightly, eyes opening blearily, and he yawns, “Mmm?”

He can’t help but smile at that, and press that smile to his forehead, “You wanna go to bed?”

Kurt blinks a few times, sleepy blue eyes keenly on him, “Bed sounds nice.”

He laughs softly as Kurt slowly sits up. He sits up too, reaching for the remote on the table and hitting the power button, throwing the room into darkness.

“You could’ve waited till I was in the room to do that, I’m gonna trip over something.”

“Eh, you’ll be fine,” Tyler laughs, standing up and taking Kurt’s hand, “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing,” He comments with a small laugh, but gives Tyler’s hand a squeeze anyway.

Tyler leads him to the bedroom successfully, and flips on the light, blinking against the harshness of it. He goes to peel off his shirt, but stops with his fingers gripping the hem, “What are you gonna be comfortable with?” He asks, eyes keenly on him.

“Um, I’m not sure,” He starts slowly, eyes thoughtful, “But I think I’ll be comfortable with whatever.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

So Tyler pulls off his shirt, tossing it into the hamper. Kurt stares at his chest for a moment, pupils a little bigger than normal before he seems to snap out of it and goes over to his suitcase. He pulls out some clothes and heads towards the bathroom, letting his gaze linger on Tyler’s chest for a moment again. He smiles to himself, and grabs an old worn out t-shirt and pulls it on. He takes off his jeans, and opts to not put anything over his boxers. He hopes Kurt is actually okay with this, and not just lying to make him happy. All he wants is for Kurt to be comfortable and feel safe, and he’d do anything to keep it that way. But, then at the same time, Kurt has seemed so relaxed and… well… more physical than he’d imagined him to be. Not that he’s not enjoying it one hundred percent, he just wasn’t expecting it at all.

Honestly, he’s enjoying it so much. He knew he wanted to kiss Kurt and do other things but he never expected to enjoy just simply kissing him as much as he does. He never expected Kurt visiting to go like it has. He thought Kurt was going to be more shy and reserved and definitely not as physical as he has been. He still worries that maybe this is all just a ruse, but he supposes he could just be questioning his luck too much. Because there’s no way he should be able to have a guy like Kurt, that Kurt actually likes him in a way beyond friendship.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kurt asks and it’s quiet, right near his ear.

He jumps, but looks over and smiles, “Just, y’know, thinking about my lovely boyfriend.”

“Is that so?” Kurt inquires with a little smirk, just the corner of his lips turned up as he pulls Tyler towards the bed.

He goes willingly and sits down, crossing his legs in front of him. Kurt sits down too, facing him, and he’s still smiling that little smile, “I actually have a question for you,” He says, and Kurt’s little smile falters slightly.

“Hmm?”

“I just… are you sure you’re comfortable with this? Like, being so physical and stuff… it just doesn’t seem like something you’d normally be comfortable doing.”

Kurt tilts his head to the side in the most adorable way and his smile returns, “Normally, I wouldn’t be comfortable with this. But nothing about this is normal,” He whispers, moving to his knees so he can lean in close to Tyler’s face, “You ignite this fire in me, Tyler. You make me crazy,” He brings a hand up and curls his fingers around Tyler’s cheek, “You make me feel brave.”

Kurt leans in and kisses him. And it’s not soft like before, it’s urgent and he suddenly wants things to go farther. He can’t stop the groan that rumbles deep in his throat and Kurt pushes closer, wrapping his arms around his neck. They’re chest to chest now, and his heart is pounding against his ribcage. He can feel Kurt hard against his leg, and he can’t help but groan again. He’s hard too, and he wants so much right now.

“Kurt,” He breathes between kisses, “Kurt please.” He almost hates that he’s begging like this, but they’ve been dating for a month and he’s been wanting this so much, and now that Kurt’s here, he wants it even more.

Kurt pulls back ever so slightly, pupils blown wide, “What do you want?” He asks, and his voice is soft and slightly rough.

“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” He responds, though he’s not sure how he makes it through the sentence. His mind is fogged and he can’t think straight. He just wants.

Kurt gets this smile on his face, it’s mischievous in a way that almost makes him scared, but seeing Kurt like this; seeing him so thoroughly okay with himself in this moment, that sends blood rushing south, and he can’t help but whimper when Kurt’s knee brushes against him. Kurt moves back and pulls off Tyler’s shirt in one swift motion and grins devilishly at him. And he doesn’t know how to handle this situation at all. Kurt sets his hands flat against Tyler’s chest and kisses him again, hot and dirty.

He feels like this should be awkward, like it should be something completely different from what it is. But it’s not. Kurt is so comfortable and totally unlike himself in this moment, and it’s almost weird, but Tyler loves it. He loves Kurt. And he knows it’s too soon for something like that, such a big commitment in three words he’d have to say. So he doesn’t say them, not now, not here, when Kurt is being a tease with his hot hands roaming his chest and lips on his neck. But god he loves him.

~~~

Tyler wakes up to the bed empty beside him. It feels cold, and it’s not something he particularly likes. But he doesn’t even get a chance to build up panic, not when the smell of coffee and bacon wafts in from the kitchen. He slowly climbs out of bed, stretching, feeling his spine pop. He blushes when he realizes he’s not wearing anything. And he can’t help but smile and find a pair of sweats to pull on. They hang low on his waist, as they’re an older pair, one of the ones that are really worn out from his college days, the logo almost completely faded by now. He pads his way out to the kitchen, and can’t help but smile, finding Kurt shirtless standing in front of the stove, a spatula in hand. This warms his heart and he smiles and never wants this moment to end, wants Kurt to stay here in this little bubble of theirs forever, but he knows their little weekend is already coming to an end. But he doesn’t wanna think about that right now, he doesn’t want to shatter this soft moment.

He walks up behind Kurt and wraps his arms around his waist, and places his lips against the top of his shoulder. His skin is soft and warm and he smiles against it. “Mornin’ bud,” His voice is soft and rumbly from sleep.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Kurt hums, flipping an egg in the pan.

“So what’s all of this about?” He asks and steps back so Kurt can move away from the stove.

“I woke up before you and thought I’d make us breakfast,” He moves the two plates to the table, where there’s already two coffee cups sitting, both steaming, “That is what boyfriends do, right?”

“I dunno, I’ve never had one before, but I’d say that’s probably about right.”

Kurt looks loose and relaxed in a way Tyler’s never really seen before. He also spots a nice and dark hickey right above his collarbone. Tyler takes a sip of his coffee, and loves that Kurt already knows how he likes it.

“I thought you couldn’t cook?” Tyler ponders aloud, after he swallows a mouthful of perfectly cooked bacon.

Kurt grins at him, “I mean, I can’t really cook all that well.”

Tyler rolls his eyes and digs in.

~~~

They’ve been lounging around playing video games for a while now, both still shirtless from the previous night, and it’s nice. Tyler even manages to snap an adorable selfie, one when Kurt was distracted playing the game and he kissed him on the cheek, and Kurt instantly blushed and looked towards him. It was probably the best picture he’d taken all weekend. After a while, they both got dressed and Tyler drove them to a little cafe downtown that he liked. It was a Mom and Pop kinda place, cozy and warm, and the food reminded him of childhood and home. He loves this place and wants to share it with Kurt. He wants Kurt to know every little thing about himself, from his favorite shampoo to his favorite places to eat.

“What time's your flight tomorrow?” He asks after taking a sip of his tea.

“Ten,” Kurt replies quietly, an odd look on his face.

Tyler stares at him for a second, trying to figure out what exactly that look is. Anxiety, he thinks. It’s a common one, though he hasn’t seen it in a while, “What’s wrong, bud?”

“I just…” Kurt sighs, “I don’t want to leave.”

“That’s not it, is it?”

Kurt looks down at his hands for a moment, then back up at him, blue eyes focused, “No, it’s not,” He doesn’t break the eye contact, and Tyler knows that that’s one of those little things that Kurt always struggles with, yet he’s doing it for him. “I know it’s stupid… but I’m scared that when I leave, so will the feelings.”

“Oh Kurt,” Tyler smiles gently, grabbing Kurt’s hands, “That won’t happen, because I’m not going anywhere. I’m always going to be here for you, in whatever way I can, even if I can’t physically be there.”

“Yeah, I know,” Kurt smiles back and squeezes Tyler’s hands, “Sometimes I just need some reassurance.”

“I’m always willing to give it to you.”

“Good.”

~~~

Tyler’s just pulling on a pair of sweatpants, fresh out of the shower, skin soft and warm, when the doorbell rings.

“Want me to get it?” Kurt calls from somewhere in the house.

“Yeah!” He yells back, “I’ll be out in a sec”

He grabs a shirt, heading for the foyer, where Kurt sounds super awkward, and Sam’s voice is very clear.

“Hey Sam, what’s up?” He says, pulling on the shirt, feeling Kurt eyeing him.

“I should be asking you what’s up.” He responds, giving Kurt an appraising look, “Is this him?”

He bites back a laugh at the borderline scared look on Kurt’s face, “Yes it is,” He puts an arm around Kurt’s shoulder, tugging him closer to his side, “Kurt, this is Sam. Sam, this is Kurt, my lovely boyfriend.”

Kurt blushes instantly, and Tyler loves it. He loves that Kurt is so thoroughly himself around him, that he gets to see this side of him, and the side like last night.

“Hi,” Kurt offers with a little wave.

Sam goes in for a bro hug, clapping Kurt on the back, and he looks so uncomfortable with his life, “Nice to meet you dude! Can’t believe T got such a good looking man.”

Kurt tucks himself back against Tyler’s side, and he fits there like he belongs, like he was always meant to be there, “He did get lucky,” He laughs, grinning at Tyler.

And Tyler’s never loved anyone this much before. “Wow Kurt, way to dis me. I thought we were supposed to be on the same team,” He pouts at Kurt.

“Hey now, we are on the same team, but that doesn’t mean I can’t root for the other side every now and again.”

Tyler grins at Kurt, who’s grinning back at him, and they both start laughing. And they kiss, and it can barely even be considered a kiss because they’re both still laughing and it’s really just them pressing their lips together, but it’s perfect.

“Oh my god, you guys are gross!” Sam exclaims, sounding like a teenage girl.

Tyler grins against Kurt’s lips, “Then go away.”

“And miss the show? No way!”

He tips his forehead against Kurt’s, and gently squeezes his waist, where his hands had fallen, and steps back, “What do you even want Sam?”

“Was just dropping by to give you these,” He holds out a few cream colored envelopes with gold trimming, “But I mean, I can come back if you were wanting some ‘private’ time.”

Tyler snatches the envelopes from him, giving him a look, “Good now go, we need our private time.”

Sam smirks, “What, can’t stay for the show?”

“Sam. Leave,” Tyler laughs, rolling his eyes.

“But seriously, those are the invitations for your parents, I couldn’t find their address anywhere, and I needed to drop yours off anyway. And of course you’ll be bringing Kurt.”

Tyler rolls his eyes again, “I’ll get these to them.”

“Thanks dude. Have fun you two, use protection,” Sam winks as he moves towards the door, “Oh and it was nice meeting you Kurt. Don’t break his heart, yeah? That would be a mess,” He throws out casually, “See ya!”

Once the door is closed, Kurt turns to Tyler, confusion written on his face, “Invitations to what?” He tilts his head to the side slightly, and Tyler loves it every time he does it. It’s adorable.

He moves over to the couch, sitting one of the envelopes on the coffee table. Kurt sits beside him, glancing at the envelope as Tyler opens it.

“For his wedding.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah I know,” He laughs, showing Kurt the invitation, “He may not act like it, but he’s been dating Samanth for five years now, and he proposed a few months ago.”

Kurt takes the invitation, looking at the photo of Sam and Audrey, “They’re really cute together.”

“Yeah they are,” He agrees, kissing Kurt’s head.

Kurt smiles at him, and it’s soft and sweet, and he leans against Tyler’s side. Tyler wraps an arm around him, and loves how solid Kurt feels against him.

~~~

Kurt’s head is laying on Tyler’s chest, and he’s fast asleep, snoring softly, with an arm thrown across Tyler’s waist. And Tyler, he loves this. He loves that Kurt is so comfortable with him. He’s gonna miss this. He’s gonna miss this so much, and he doesn’t want him to go. But, Kurt’s gotta get back to his life at some point. He’s gotta record more FLOB and rambly Mindcrack episodes and that silly car on a stick game he found. They still can’t stop laughing about that whenever it’s brought up.

But he really doesn’t want to think about any of that right now. He doesn’t want to break this little bubble they’ve created, this little life just for the two of them. Where Kurt can be as adorable and brave as he wants to be. Where they can laugh and hug and kiss and do other things without the world pressing down on them. Where none of the homophobic bullshit of the world matters to them. But as soon as they leave this house, there’s so much more they have to worry about. But here in this house, it’s just them, and nothing else matters.

He runs his hand up and down Kurt’s back gently, loving how soft his skin is. He looks down at Kurt, taking in his softly twitching lashes, his slightly parted lips, his adorable nose, his chiseled chin. He loves him so fiercely in this moment. It’s so sudden, and so strong, it almost takes his breath away. Especially with how the pale light of the moon is casting shadows across Kurt’s lanky figure, and lighting up his face. He’s gorgeous, and Tyler loves him. He loves him so much. But it’s still too soon for that, so he presses a kiss to Kurt’s head, “I love you,” He murmurs, and Kurt shifts ever so slightly, hand curling and uncurling around Tyler’s waist, but he doesn’t stir.

~~~

“I’m gonna miss you,” Kurt says, looking at Tyler through his lashes.

Tyler’s heart swells at that, “I’m gonna miss you too, bud.”

He wants to reach out and caress Kurt’s face, and hold his hand, but he knows the looks they got at the airport just a few days ago. He knows that it bugs Kurt, even if he won’t admit to it. But he just wants to hold his boyfriend. He settles for a hand on his arm, squeezing gently.

“I don’t wanna go…”

“I don’t want you to go either.”

They just stare at each other with sad little smiles. People are rushing around them, yelling into phones, babies are crying, kids shouting and throwing temper tantrums, the intercom goes off every so often and it’s mostly static and a garbled voice that’s barely recognizable. The world keeps moving, and they’ll be okay.

“I’ve gotta go,” Kurt says sadly, and takes a deep breath and puts on a smile, “But you’ll be visiting soon enough, so it’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, soon enough I’ll be in Chicago. And we’ll be together again.”

Kurt looks at him expectantly, biting his bottom lip, “I uh… I’m not really sure what’s okay to do here.”

He doesn’t know either. He knows that last time the looks they got weren’t great, but he really wants to kiss Kurt, “I don’t either,” he whispers, leaning in slightly, “But I don’t care.”

He kisses Kurt. He kisses him and he’s never been more in love than in this moment. He can almost feel the sour looks on his back, but right now, in this moment, he’s in love, and he feels so brave, and nothing else matter in this moment besides the man he loves.