"It is my Love...only that he knew he were…" Kurt whispered behind his hiding space.
"Ay me…" The Knight said walking from left stage to right stage.
"He speaks! Speak again brave Knight!"
"Kurt. Oh, Kurt. Why are you Kurt? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if that will not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be an Anderson!"
"Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?"
"It is your name that is my enemy. What is Hummel? It is nor hand or foot or arm nor face. Oh be some other name!"
Kurt crept out of his hiding space slowly, making sure the other boy didn't see him. He began to follow the boys pacing and leaned over him where he was crouched by the edge of the stage.
"What is in a name? Call a rose by any other name, but its scent will still be as sweet. So would Kurt if Kurt be not his name. Retain that dear perfection which he owns without that title. Humph, Kurt doth thy name and for that name for which is no part of thee, take all myself…"
The Knight stood up and then Kurt spoke at last, "I take thee thy word!"
"I take thee thy word!"
Blaine was so startled to hear those words right by his ear. He turned around and took a step back with a loud scream. His step back would cause him to lose his footing and fall off the stage. Naturally, be grabbed what was closest to him to stabilize himself, but caused them both to fall back.
They fell off the stage, arms flailing about; they hit the floor-hard. He felt a heavy weight on top of him. Then the weight was off of him; he could now take calm breaths and recover what breath was lost in the hit of the fall.
"I'm so SO sorry…" He heard a familiar voice apologize.
He opened his eyes and what he saw, he couldn't believe. Angel - Kurt Hummel - standing before him. He looked up at him, his jaw slack, a look of shock on his face. Did he hear all I had to say? He slowly stood up, blush heavy on his face. He saw Ang—Kurt wiping his hands on his jeans, his angel wings askew.
"Um…Did you hear that entire monologue?" He dared to ask, dreading the answer. Kurt blushed – the color looking lovely on his skin – and locked eyes with him and nodded, a small smile on his face. There was something in his eyes; it was a fierce look of devotion and love. He had to look away.
Blaine couldn't believe that he had his love right in front of him. He wasn't sure if Kurt knew his name though.
Blaine plucked enough courage to say, "Why don't we start over? Hi! My name is Blaine Anderson." He offered his hand for a shake. Kurt looked at it with a look of disbelief and admiration.
"Hello," He said breathlessly, "My name is Kurt Hummel. Pleasure to finally have a name for a handsome face."
Blaine blushed heavily and looked down with a pleased smile on his face.
Kurt could not believe he just said that. It was worth it to see the beautiful blush rise to the Kni—Blaine's face. My only love sprung from my only hate. My heart is ever at your service, my brave Knight.
He still as of yet to let go of Blaine's hand; it fit so perfectly in his. How could he possibly let go? Blaine looked like he got hit by a train; he didn't know how to take that look. He reluctantly let go of Blaine's hand and saw his face fall slightly at the loss.
There was an awkward moment where they looked away from each other, arms swinging at their sides. Kurt looked around and thought, Could this get any more awkward? Their eyes met and Blaine started to laugh, soon he joined in as well. Their laughter was ringing in the empty theatre echoing back at them; tactfully ridding the stage of awkwardness. Once the laughter died down, Kurt just stared at Blaine with a dopey smile on his face.
Blaine suddenly jumped and said, "Are you not a Hummel?"
"Yes, I told you not to long ago…Why?" He said confused.
"If they see you, the guards will murder you for being in our territory!" Blaine exclaimed, a worried look on his face. "How did you get here anyway? This place is so secluded."
"I don't care about your kinsman seeing me. Just as long as I got to see your face, I am happy. I have nights cloak to hide me from their eyes. My friends were cruising near here and I just ran away from them and bumped into the greatest moment of my life. So if you love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate, than death provoked wanting of your love."
Kurt inched closer to Blaine's face until they were millimeters apart, giving him time to back off if he wished.
Blaine blushed for the umpteenth time that night. He had never felt so strongly for anyone, but Kurt seems like a guy that likes to break down walls. He leaned his face closer to Kurt's, accepting the gesture for the kiss.
Their lips met in a gentle caress at first. Then they inched their heads apart, looked in each other's eyes and dove in again with more passion. Blaine had his back towards the stage; he used his arms to get himself situated on top of the stage to give him more leverage. He put both of his hands on Kurt's cheeks, gripping him closer between his thighs. He wrapped his legs around him and gave it all he was worth. He sucked on Kurt's bottom lip nibbling on it. Once he was done he licked Kurt's lips, tongue asking permission for entrance.
He could feel all the blood rushing south. He wasn't sure what Kurt was getting out of this. Kurt moved Blaine further on to the stage and used his arms to lift himself on the stage as well. Now he was straddling one of Blaine's thighs. They were hips to hips, and chest to chest.
Oh! That's what he got out of this. Blaine could feel Kurt's hardness against his thigh. At least they were in the same situation. He rutted up and he was gone, the pure pleasure he was feeling! He felt Kurt rut against him too, giving in to primal instincts. Kurt was sucking on a sweet spot on his neck, nibbling on it making it bruise. He moaned at the rutting of their hips.
"W-We should stop…" He said breathlessly, biting back a moan.
"Whatever for? Can't stop, don't wanna stop." Kurt mumbled against his neck.