(I disclaim anything to do with these characters created by professionals as I only hang out with them on a fan fiction website.)

Here's how crazy filled with fluff my brain is. Marte informed me that the last Klissing story, "Born To Kiss This Way" was SAD! I am so hopelessly fluffy in my own head that I actually thought I was writing a sweet and cute little thing showing how into each other those two helplessly-in-love boys are, when what I had actually conveyed was bittersweet at best! Aaaack!

Well I can't leave them like THAT! I can't have them worrying for too long that "this could be the end of everything" and wondering if the nights and weekends will be enough for them to not be sad all the time!

So I had to at least assure them that they both are absolutely feeling the same way about each other so they'll get through anything. Right? No angst and worry and hurt! Tell him, Kurt!

OK. So here's what I came up with to make it up to them for accidentally letting them wallow for days in that bittersweet side of their story.

This takes place right after "Born to Kiss This Way." Picking up at the same scene.

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Texts and Klisses to Heal Transfer Day Angst

Turning and laughing before he even reached to get his phone that had just buzzed with a text, Kurt smiled at the sender-of-the-text through the windshield of the car the silly guy had just sat down in, and his heart swelled. That text alert really shouldn't have surprised him. He knew his boyfriend's type, and he had only minutes ago asked if it would be too soon to send a text the minute Kurt turned to walk away.

The sight of his ridiculous, gorgeous, sweet boyfriend sitting at the wheel of the car he had just started, his shrugging shoulders and goofy expression clearly communicating "I told you I would!" was enough to make Kurt want to jump into that car with him and skip the rest of his high school career all together.

Instead, he smilingly shook his head at Blaine warming up his engine and pulled his phone out from his pocket to read the text.

Blaine
12:48 pm
It's really not 2 soon 2 text u?

Unable to get his smile to dim by even one watt, Kurt quickly typed his reply.

Kurt
12:48 pm
Go to school, Blaine! So I can start missing you until Lima Bean.

Blaine put his car in gear and then looked down at his phone, pausing to type a reply. Kurt could barely take his eyes off of Blaine's neck when he looked around to check behind before backing his car out of the space. Dragging his eyes away from that view of his boyfriend's neck and ugh shoulders, Kurt glanced down at his phone to quickly read the text.

Blaine
12:49 pm
2 hours, 37 mins & counting.

Blaine's car paused as soon as it was in position to head out toward the parking lot's exit, and the boys waved to each other. Kurt sighed and headed back in to the building, already late for his next class.

Blaine
12:52
Unless I crash ur Glee rehrsl after schl...

Blaine
12:54
I can't actually. Don't worry. I have a paper due so I should get started on that...

Blaine
12:55
…b4 that amazing body breezes in2 the LB and ur gorgeous face distracts me and the sexiest voice ITW makes my brain melt.

"What is my ridiculous boyfriend doing?" Kurt chuckled when he saw all three texts at his locker. It was adorable but it made Kurt worry at first. Then he realized from the timing that the goofy adorable guy must have only typed when he had to wait to exit the lot and then at the red light.

Still. He's ridiculous. And pretty f-ing awesome. That last text. Wow. Kurt really didn't know what to say to that, so he giggled and figured just accepting the text as needing no reply was the coolest thing he could do in response. He could imagine Blaine not waiting for any reply, just smiling to himself for having sent something he knew would have its desired effect.

However, as could be predicted, Kurt stopped outside his AP History class before entering late, and sent a quick one.

Kurt
1:02

(3

[here please assume that what appears on Blaine's phone is less than 3 but with the symbols which is how Kurt sent it. This site's itiotic formatting is incapable of it. But Blaine's phone is not. So that's what Kurt sent and that's what Blaine saw. The symbols for less than 3. Thank you.]


That first day at least, they didn't text each other during school. So the next time Kurt heard from Blaine was the very minute Dalton classes always end for the day.

Blaine
3:26
Thought about you all day.

Kurt
3:32
Wow, for more than two hours. Amazing.

Blaine
3:35
LOL Cute. Long cpl hours. Can't stop thinking abt u.

Kurt
3:35
See you after Glee.

Blaine
3:35
I'll b the 1 pulling hair out over a paper he can't seem to get right.

Kurt
3:36
I'll be the one helping you with that paper. Probably by taunting and making fun of you. But it'll help.

Kurt
3:36
(I couldn't and still can't stop thinking about you either.)

Blaine:
3:38
Good thing we've got these handy telephonic devices.

Kurt
3:39
Don't text and drive.

Kurt
3:39

(3 (3

[again, please imagine the real text and not the fan fiction fail format. replace parentheses with less than signs]

Blaine
3:40

(3 (3 (3 \o/


Something funny happened after Kurt transferred back to McKinley. Rather than drifting apart because of the distance as Blaine worried, they were getting to know each other better and faster than they otherwise would have, without really noticing.

While they were both at Dalton, they wouldn't text each other all the time or talk on the phone all the time. They might be in class thinking about each other and might think of sending a text but would usually figure they'd see each other soon enough so they'd just save whatever story or joke or thought they had, to share later.

Once they were at separate schools, they never hesitated to send a text with even the most mundane thought. Without even realizing it, they were communicating with each other far more than they would if they were at the same school all day. All that writing. It ended up containing far more information to share.

At Blaine's house after the first full day at separate schools, (during which they had definitely texted during classes all day) Kurt almost predicted that. Not quite, but almost.

"The thing about texting is that it's like intermittently continuing one long phone conversation all day, but you never have to find and wait for a time when you're both free at the same time long enough to talk." Blaine looked up from his textbook and Kurt contemplated his face, the lips and eyebrows and… everything just drawing him in. He leaned against Blaine's shoulder and cuddled in before continuing, "I love texting. It doesn't matter when you reply, so you can write something to a friend and they can get to it any time. That's so convenient!"

Blaine pushed his textbook aside so he could wrap an arm around Kurt and pull him a little closer. He had something to add to that thought, but he wanted to share it in a lower pitch, close to Kurt's ear to give it a little more impact, "I love not knowing whether you'll text me back right away or if you're in class or want to wait until you're done talking to a friend before reading my text. The anticipation is cool."

Kurt got the romance in that thought, but also realized, "Oh, gosh, you know it doesn't say anything in itself if I don't reply for a while!"

"Oh, no, of course not. I can't get back to yours for way longer than I'd like plenty of the time. I agree that it's so convenient. It's the perfect way to talk about stuff you otherwise wouldn't be able to until way later. It's awesome." Blaine was nuzzling into his neck during that last bit.

Kurt giggled (just a tiny bit) and replied, "Yeah, by the time you get to talk later you forget what you were thinking of saying earlier anyway, half the time."

"I love talking to you all day." Blaine just said it right away without even thinking. And he liked the sound of it as he heard himself saying it. He peppered a few kisses along Kurt's jaw line and cuddled in a bit more, adding "even if I'm not there with you to do things like this."

That made Kurt confess, "Sometimes I sit through a whole class thinking about your last text and what I want to say next."

"I know you text me during class sometimes though," Blaine said, busting him, which made Kurt blush and giggle again. Blaine caressed his fingers along a blushing cheek, but felt unable to look in his eyes while continuing, "I know it's silly, but I have to say, it kind of gives me a little thrill knowing that you just did something, not really bad or anything, but against the rules and could be seen as rude and not paying attention to the teacher, I mean it's not that bad, and you're smart enough to multi-task without missing anything in class, I just mean, I know you're doing something you normally wouldn't do, just because you really want to say something to me." After that babbling sentence Blaine gave an embarrassed giggle. "…Not that that's what it really is, just... it feels like you're only being bad because you really want to talk to me… I don't know." Blaine was blushing too much to notice Kurt's blush mirroring his. "It's just me. Ignore me."

Kurt instantly replied, "Never."

Blaine finally met his eyes at that and smiled, relieved that this bit of shared information didn't freak Kurt out.

Meanwhile, Kurt filed that little bit of information in his mind to put to good use later.

Right now though, with Blaine's fingers running through his hair and his breath heating up Kurt's neck, there were far more important things to think about at the present moment. So he tilted his head down and captured his boyfriend's lips in an appreciative little kiss that somehow kept amplifying until they were expressing far more than appreciation, unless that tends to last more than 20 minutes and involve slight rearrangements of certain garments to make way for the exploration of skin and worship of each other's hands and lips and eyes and… oh gosh, everything.


Blaine:
10:40
Guess what I got on the Lima Bean paper?

Kurt:
10:45
You mean the masterpiece Leaves of Grass treatise you accomplished in only the timeframe of three coffees?

Blaine:
10:45
Haha. That's the one. A-

Kurt:
10:45
Minus? With my help that should have been A+! Is your teacher a philistine?

Blaine:
10:45
Yeah sounds like you should probably work on YOUR confidence there, Kurt!

Kurt:
10:46
Aw, you know. I just know my Walt Whitman.

Blaine:
10:46
That you do.

Blaine:
10:46
Thanks for your help on it the other night! I was having such a blank-out on the premise for that paper for some reason.

Kurt:
10:46
I loved helping you get past your writer's block! You do respond well to my method of tormenting until you finally fight back by proving your brilliance.

Blaine:
10:46
Which tormenting? The part when you made fun of my empty brain and taunted me with fake insults until I finally lashed out with the answers I was looking for?

Blaine:
10:47
Or the part when you innocently undid your top two collar buttons too slowly or when you licked invisible coffee off your lips? Aaaand didn't kiss me until after I had written out my notes and outline?

Kurt:
10:47
Yeaaaaaaah I guess I did a little bit of tormenting. It was all in the interest of the greater good, though! Right? You got an A! (Almost)

Blaine:
10:47
Hey! An A- is still one kind of A.

Kurt:
10:49
Oh, Blaine. I love this. I'm sitting in my AP English class listening to my classmates taking turns reading Taming of the Shrew aloud, and combating the incredible boredom (since I've seen it done professionally thank you very much, a few times) by writing to you about your AP English assignment instead.

Kurt:
10:49
Yours is so much more interesting.

Blaine:
10:50
I love how you break your text into two for no other reason than for effect.

Kurt:
10:50
Yup. I love my iPhone and its lack of character limit for texts.

Blaine:
10:50
Yeah I've noticed that. I quickly got used to getting at least two texts on my end every time you texted me, even before we started dating.

Blaine:
10:50
I always wait to make sure another one isn't coming. It's a hard habit to break!

Kurt:
10:51
"Dating." teehee. So old-fahioned. Um… I kinda like it. Back to the subject, though… I never see the point in counting all those letters and spaces before sending when I'm texting you, since you have an unlimited plan.

Blaine:
10:51
With YOU as a boyfriend, I need an unlimited plan.

Kurt:
10:51
Good boy.

Blaine:
10:51
Gaaah! YOU, sir, are gonna get it next time I see you.

Kurt:
10:51
Trembling.

The next texts in Blaine's head never made it to his hands. His thumbs hovered over the touch screen, about to write "Ooooh" but no, then "Gaah" but nah, then "Hnnngh" but yikes no, then "Mmmm" but also too much, then "Me too" but no that's not the direction he wants to take this texting when Kurt's in class, then he really was just about to write "Good" but that first thumb halted at the last second so he could kick it around in his head to decide for sure if that was a good one or not... Oh my goodness, just the thought that Kurt was in class and probably surreptitiously sneaking his fingers across his phone hidden on his lap or just visible to himself inside his bag, and writing notes to him instead of paying attention. And he was doing it repeatedly. Oh good lord. And now he had typed something like that. Trembling. Oh my, well now Blaine was about to start trembling.

There he was in the common room, a frozen figure staring at his phone, surrounded by boys jostling or furiously studying and creating all around him a bubble of activity and noise, with him in the center, staring and thinking and just about to type something if he could just come up with the right thing. After a couple minutes, he no longer needed to.

Kurt
10:53
WAIT! How are YOU doing this? You have a limit of 160 characters.

Kurt
10:53
And… Hard habit to break?

Kurt
10:53
Blaine... Did you get an iPhone just so you could text me without a character limit?

Blaine:
10:54
No?

Kurt:
10:54
OMG YOU DID!

Blaine:
10:56
Priorities change… I mean, not just the freedom of as many words as I'd like to use while texting you, of course. It's the Apps, you know.

Kurt:
10:57
Of course.

Kurt:
10:58
You're not wordy when you speak or write at all.

Blaine:
10:58
HEY!

Kurt:
10:59
What? I love it.

Blaine:
11:03
You'll notice I've been using your phone a lot lately to check maps and weather and stuff…

Kurt:
11:15
I TOLD YOU the iPhone was better at so many things!

Blaine:
11:16
Ha. I managed to get you off the topic of my changing phones just to text you more eloquently.

Kurt:
11:16
*facepalm Yeah. Nice. But then you mention it again. Eloquently and without any abbreviations.

Blaine:
11:16
I LOVE THAT! I'm so getting used to that. It's like my fingers are FREE! Thumbs, anyway. Mind definitely.

Kurt:
11:17
Huh? Mind wha?

Blaine:
11:17
I mean my mind is free to think in English without having to consider everything I may write in terms of abbreeeeeeeeviaaaaatingggggg! Wheeeeeeeeeee! Seeeeeeeeeeee?

Kurt:
11:17
You love your iPhone.

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Blaine:
11:20
I definitely know I'm falling for it more and more.

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Kurt:
11:23
That's… awesome.

Blaine:
11:23

(3 [pretend that fanfiction allowed that to be a less than sign]

Kurt:
11:23

(3 xo

Blaine:
11:24
xxoxxxxxxxx

Kurt:
11:24
*blush

Blaine:
11:24
O (big hug)

Blaine:
11:25
Gotta go! Trig class next. Ugh. Chat soon! x (had to steal one more...)!

Kurt:
11:26
Teehee. xoooooox O

Kurt:
11:26
x


"Remember when I texted you that you were gonna get it later?"

Kurt had to think about that. They were both leaning on Blaine's car in Kurt's driveway, waiting for Finn to pull in so Kurt could get his car into the garage next. "Oh, earlier today when I called you 'good boy' for having an unlimited plan for talking and texting with your boyfriend?"

"That's the one." Blaine gazed at Kurt with a small smile for a moment and then nodded his head in a "come here" motion, and even though it worked on Kurt who started moving toward him instantly, enjoying rewarding his usually dapper and reserved boyfriend for anything that is so confident and sexy, Blaine opted to say it out loud as well.

The effect of his saying "come here" in his seduction voice he knows Kurt loves while Kurt was already moving toward him was enough to make them both melt right into each other, arms and lips and legs and hands moving instantly, covering each other with absolute adoration that overcame their minds so completely that Finn gave up trying to get their attention after several attempts at "Kurt, the garage is all yours…" "If you want to pull your car in…" "Mom made brownies…" Yeah. Won't be needing those at the moment.


EPILOGUE

After Kurt returned from Nationals, Blaine was almost done with classes for the year, and they were able to get together quite a lot more. Practically every day. So you might think that their texting habits would wane a bit. That didn't happen. This was a habit that was too good to break.

Blaine would even send ideas for song lyrics to Kurt in texts instead of typing them into his notes app all the time, just because that was more fun. Kurt was pretty good at feedback anyway. Definitely better than the notes app was.

Kurt discovered the naughty jubilation of sending text after text after text to Blaine while he knew he was on stage singing at the theme park. He would giggle uncontrollably for several minutes at a time sending unrelenting texts, thinking about Blaine up there trying to ignore the buzzing in his pocket and possibly trying to imperceptibly reposition the phone, figuring out what Kurt was up to and that it wouldn't end soon. Blaine always vowed revenge... But every time the next opportunity came for Blaine to enact that threatened payback, it never ended up being any kind of deterrent... More like a reward, if you asked Kurt.

Even though they saw each other far more every summer day than they even would have predicted, they ended up texting each other huge long novel-length texts all the time. Blaine's texts were the ones that tended to be particularly Dickensian in length.

Late one summer night, after one such set of eloquent and quite lengthy communications from Blaine, Kurt reminded him of the time not so long ago when he had a different phone... One that caused him to count characters and such.

Blaine:
1:17
Oh my gosh that's true! I used to get up and go to my computer to type you an email instead, when it was too late to talk on the phone. Now I can just stay here in bed, typing away with my thumbs in comfort.

Kurt:
1:17
You love your iPhone.

Blaine:
1:17
I love you.

Kurt:
1:17
Awww. ;)

Kurt:
1:17
(Me too)

Kurt:
1:18
(Love you)

Kurt:
1:18
(Even at the zoo)

Kurt:
1:18
(Or dressed in blue)

Kurt:
1:18
(See I can do it too)

Kurt:
1:18
(Text away madly as though I have nothing else to do)

Kurt:
1:18
(But man do I love you)

Blaine:
1:18
Kurt you're blowing my mind. I had to keep holding off on sending my text as these kept coming in! You're freaking awesome.

Kurt:
1:18
What were you going to say?

Blaine:
1:18
lol, you won't believe it.

Kurt:
1:19
What?

Blaine:
1:19
After (Me too) I was typing "Really, Boo?" Then backspaced after (Love you) came in, and changed it to "My Sweetiepooh!" Then had to change it again after (Even at the zoo) when I then came up with the stunning reply, "Will you be my Kangaroo?" But once (Or dressed in blue) came I knew I'd never get a text in edgewise, and everything you were saying was far funnier than mine. PLUS, my brain was blown by the fact that we both automatically went off on the same thing. You know… in sync, made for each other, brain melting with lust for you.

Blaine:
1:19
KURT! That was supposed to be "love" not "lust." Sorry…

Kurt:
1:19
So, I love that you were doing goofy rhymes at the same time I was. But…. Blaine… did that last bit contain a typo? Not that I mind, just curious…

Blaine:
1:20
But…

Kurt:
1:20
Oops. Texts crossing in the night. Got it.

Blaine:
1:20
Phew.

Kurt:
1:20
But what?

Blaine:
1:22
But, "not that I mind?" Now I'm a little curious.

Kurt:
1:23
Curious?

Blaine:
1:24
You wouldn't have minded if I had meant to type "lust" in earlier text...?

Kurt:
1:25
Not really

Blaine:
1:25
Hmmm

Kurt:
1:25
Mmhm.

Blaine:
1:25
Tell me. Where should I go from "hmmm?"

Kurt:
1:25
Anywhere you want.

Blaine:
1:26
Hmmmm

Kurt:
1:26
Yeah.

Blaine:
1:26
I definitely want.

Kurt:
1:27
Wish I was there right now.

Kurt:
1:27
But... it's so late. And we're not gonna start sexting when we can express wordless things in person tomorrow!

Blaine:
1:27
Wordless, shameless, breathless…

Kurt:
1:27
I love you too.

Blaine:
1:27
Aww, my Kangaroo!

Kurt:
1:28
Rofl. Night, sweetie.

Blaine:
1:28
Night K.

Blaine:
1:28
(That was for Kangaroo, not Kurt)

Kurt:
1:28
This is why we don't sext.

Blaine:
1:29
\o/

Blaine:
1:29
xxxxoxx

Kurt:
1:29
O

Kurt:
1:29

x


A/N - There. All better? Phew.

Oh, and Happy HP7 pt2 today, everyone in the U.S.!