A/N: the long awaited chapter lmao
also ik its short  but it cuts into the last chapter so yuh enjoy

Blaine's smile faltered. "Wine? Like... now?"

"Yeah!" Kurt says, too enthusiastically, "And I can get all the stuff I got at the store earlier. Yeah, I'll do that, be right back." As he crawled his was out, he winced at the sound own voice, which was shrill and high for some reason. His voice only really got like that when he was nervous, but he had no reason to be nervous right now.

All Blaine said was that he wanted to ask him a question. It was childishly simple, but it made him freak out.

He made his way to the kitchen, flicking the light switch to turn it on. Kurt walked over to one of the cabinets and pushed some things aside before finding the bottle of ridiculously priced Pinot Grigio that had been a gift from Mercedes' record label. It had already been opened as it had been there for almost a year, so he figured that she'd be fine with them drinking it.

Kurt grabbed the bottle and two- also ridiculously priced- wine glasses out of another cabinet. Holding them in one hand, he turned to the counter, where the container of Red Vines and a bag of random snacks Blaine forced him to buy sat.

Once he managed to balance everything in his arms, he carefully made his way back to the living room, making sure not to drop anything. When he reached the fort, he dropped to his knees and had to slowly scoot in, unable to use his hands.

Blaine took the bag and Red Vines, placing them on the ground next to himself while Kurt gingerly placed the wine and glasses between the two of them. He kept his eyes in the ground, fiddling with the golden foil on the bottle. He felt eyes on him and looked up to see Blaine staring at him.

The room was quiet, silent even, and everything in him was screaming at him, telling him that something was going on. With a sharp intake of breath, Kurt said, "Music! Or I mean, something... it's quiet in here. I'm gonna go turn on the record player, yeah."

He crawled back out, mentally kicking himself for being so awkward all of the time. He turned the record player back on, not bothering to move the needle to restart the album, letting the music pick up where it left of. He heard the soft guitar of 'Soon You'll Get Better' and was reminded of his father, making a mental note to call him in the morning.

Kurt crawled back in the fort to find Blaine staring at the bottle of wine, chewing his lip. He looked in deep thought, which made Kurt even more nervous- and a bit confused.

Kurt went to grab the bottle, about to ask if Blaine wanted him to pour it when he felt a hand on his, halting his movements. "No, stop, sit down. I have something to say and you should probably sit down for it."

Kurt's stomach twisted but he obliged, unable to tear his eyes away from Blaine, still questioning the severity of the situation.

Blaine opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, trying to find a way to articulate his thoughts as carefully as possible. Once he gathered himself, he spoke lowly, making sure Kurt fully understood him. "Kurt, I- have you ever felt something so strongly for someone that it feels like you can't even breathe around them? Like they have this control over you that's so powerful that you can't even think straight?"

Kurt was frozen in place, his mind slipping into a place where he could only hear Blaine and the song in the background as it switched to 'False God'. He almost laughed at the irony of it.

We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work, remember how I said I'd die for you?

"I'm so, so thankful that this impossible situation gave you the chance to forgive me. We're friends again, and I love that." Blaine continued, locking eyes with Kurt in a purely intimate way.

We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us, remember how I'd fly to you?

"Even when we're fighting, or when you're just not talking to me, I realized that all I ever really want to do is be with you." Blaine inched closer so that their knees were touching, and he took Kurt's hand in his.

And I can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

Kurt couldn't breathe. His body simply wasn't functional, his mind was blanking, and all he could see was the boy in front of him. He tried to piece together Blaine's words, but nothing made sense.

I'm New York City, I'd still do it for you, babe

"I know that none of this makes sense, especially since I have no idea how to say any of it. But over the past month or so, all I've wanted to do is just tell you how much you mean to me- tell you how much I feel for you."

They all warned us about times like this.

Kurt's heart was beating out of his chest, his senses heightened and he felt so much at once He felt like he could die at any second, this wasn't really happening, was it?

Blaine moved in closer- impossibly closer. His face was right up next to Kurt's and he could hear every inhale and feel every exhale. A confident smile plays on Blaine's lips as he continues, "I know that I can't be the only one who feels it. I may be idiotic, but I'm not oblivious, love."

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

He could barely find any air to breathe, but still managed to choke out a word into the silence between the two of them, barely above a whisper but it felt louder than anything he'd ever said before. "Blaine?"

Blind faith

In a gorgeously condescending tone, Blaine replied, "Kurt?"

But we might just get away with it, religion's in your lips, even if it's a false god

Kurt wasn't sure who leaned in first, he wasn't sure of anything anymore. But once he felt Blaine's lips crashing down on his, once he felt the gentle press of Blaine against him, he couldn't recall a single thing ever feeling so right.

It was raw and pure, adorned with moments of gold and flashes of light. It was everything he never knew he needed but crave so desperately.

We might just get away with it, the altar is my hips, even if it's a false god

Blaine hadn't meant for it to go this far. He hadn't even planned to kiss him. But at some point, he began to run on autopilot and his body do all the work, letting his usually precautionary mind slip into it's own realm.

He didn't know how he ended up back in Kurt's lap, straddling his legs, but he sunk into the feeling of Kurt's hands on his hips. Blaine brought up a hand to fist in Kurt's hair, pulling him closer and kissing his deeper.

We'd still worship this love

They had no clue how much time had passed. They were lost in each other, clinging and desperate and wanting each other in every way possible, but it never went farther than where it was. They'd save something more for another day, but right now, having each other was just enough.

For a moment, Kurt pulled back from the kiss, panting lightly and taking in fresh air. Blaine's chest was heaving, out of breath and in need of a break, but he needed more, needed Kurt closer. So, in his fit of desperation, he pulled Kurt back in by the collar of his tshirt, whining when he felt Kurt run his fingers through his curls.

He was positive that nothing could ever beat this feeling. The final sendoff after weeks of hopeless pining. There was a thin line between love and hate, and though he wasn't sure when, Kurt was 100% sure that the had crossed it far long ago.

Kurt pulled back again, keeping a firm grip on Blaine's hip. He rested his forehead against Blaine's and exhaled shakily.

Blaine looked down and giggled, leaning into his touch in content. "It, uh... it must be something in the wine." He laughed, his voice sounding small and airy, making Kurt's heart swell. He truly was adorable.

He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to Blaine's cheek, making the boy blush. "We haven't even had any yet, Bee."