For musicality97, who told me we need more stories about people on ordinary days just making their relationships work <3

{Kurt}

Kurt curled on the couch in the basement, Cary at the other end with his feet up on the recliner and the game on the TV. After hanging off the big man all afternoon, Kurt was careful not to touch him now. Cary did not strike him as a cuddly person; he'd been surprised how chill he'd been with the whole charade of playing Kurt Visser's boyfriend.

The photos on his phone were far more interesting than the basketball game. With every swipe, studying Jon's face while he spoke to Dusty, or carried the child on his back, Kurt felt like he got a little more tangled up with Jon. Finally he clasped his phone to his chest, sighing.

"You all right there, Visser?" Cary rumbled, without taking his eyes off the game.

Kurt rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrists. "Think I'm gettin' attached."

"Uh huh?" Cary said. "What are you planning to do about that?"

Kurt laughed under his breath. "At this point, Douglas? I'll even pretend to date you."

"I thought we made a cute couple." Cary shot him a wry smile. "Jon was okay?"

"I think so?" Kurt said. "That was his sister there, Bea?"

"Yup," Cary said, his eyebrows drawing down. "She must not have put it together where Jordin lived before she told him her brother was gay."

Kurt swallowed, folding his arms against his chest. "It could all fall apart in a moment, you know?"

It was quiet except for the squeak of sneakers and the soft hush of the crowd noise from the TV.

"Jon's a careful man," Cary said. "He's been doing this some time, Visser."

Restless, Kurt swiped his phone screen, tapping the folder full of apps he used to hook up with guys. There were a pile of unread notifications—he'd been ignoring these since he moved in with Jon. He was vibrating with a yearning feeling he had never figured out how to satisfy and usually got him in trouble.  No doubt he could find someone willing to tap this desire tonight, and make him forget himself for a couple happy minutes. Parts of his body prickled, interested.

He thumbed back to the previous app he'd had open: Jon's eyes were partly closed, his lips parted in laughter, the flex of his shoulders and chest visible under his plain T-shirt, bearing the weight of the child laughing on his back, Dusty's skinny arms clasped against his throat. Kurt flushed right to his chest, his whole body warming and tugging on him, his heart aching. 

Jon White had raised the bar. When this holiday was over Kurt was going to have to re-think his whole approach to men. Where the hell did you go to meet a keeper like Jon? Church?

(Christ what a thought: Kurt Visser back in a pew.)

Kurt sighed. He was just going to have to figure that out when the time came. Tonight, he was still on holidays with Jon and there wasn't someone else he wanted, regardless of what they were willing to do with him. Maybe that meant he was on a break indefinitely for anything more than kissing.

It was a weird thought, but he was a creative guy. Kurt was pretty sure he could sort himself out on his own, waiting for Jon White.

Kurt dumped the folder of hookup apps into the trash and cleared the bin, then shoved his phone in his pocket and got to his feet. "I'm going to an AA meeting," he said.

Cary glanced at him, eyebrows lifted and relaxed. "Sounds like a plan." His phone chimed and he glanced at it, his whole face lifting in a smile. "I'm going to see if my girlfriend wants to cuddle with my new beard."

{Jon}

His phone buzzed for an hour while he made supper for Jordin, Dusty and Grace. Glancing at it, he saw it was Bea spamming him with texts:

<I'm so sorry>

<I didn't know Jord was in your house>

<I know its your choice when you come out>

<I'm so sorry>

Jon rolled his eyes. Imagine having a cell phone at twelve years old; younger siblings were so spoiled.

<can't text working> He finally sent. <its fine just be more careful. Care is your gay brother now *eye roll emoji**laughing with tears emoji*>

Once the kids were settled in bed and the day staff had clocked out, Jon sat in front of the computer to finish the slides for diversity training in staff meeting the following morning. His stomach was in knots and he rubbed it gently, using one hand to cut and paste out of the material the Gay Straight Alliance had sent him about gender and sexual diversity.

An hour before shift end, Kurt texted: <am I seeing you tonight *red heart*>

One side of Jon's mouth lifted, but he hesitated, his thumbs over the screen. He was already nauseous about the training he had to lead tomorrow, and it felt a lot like the sick feeling he used to have about his body in general, and his feelings for guys in particular. This late in the day, after a string of night shifts and minimal sleep, it was hard to put those shitty feelings where they belonged. His body told him if Kurt kissed him tonight, he might need to throw up.

He swallowed, closing his eyes. Worst boyfriend ever. He texted back: <yes can't stay up late. Shift tomorrow 7am *vomit emoji*>

Kurt: <*hug face emoji*>

When Jon arrived home, the main floor of the house was dark, the soft thud of a bass line coming through the ceiling. Wearily, he climbed the stairs, pulling off his hoodie. The music became more clear, Amy Winehouse's sultry voice crooning about time to think it through and light spilled into the hallway from the opened door of the guest room.

Kurt lounged on top of the bed covers with his head leaning on his hand, a book spread open in the pool of lamplight. Misty was curled in the corner of his bent knees, her nose buried in her fluffy grey tail. Kurt was still wearing the shirt and chinos from the zoo, the top buttons of his collar undone and the cuffs winging open at his elbows.

Jon's breath caught; Kurt looked completely adorable, and he felt like he barely knew him at all.

He tapped a knuckle on the open door and Kurt looked up, a smile spreading over his face. "Hey Jon. Welcome home." He pushed his glasses on top of his head, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

Jon smiled back, noticing the little ways Kurt had already brought more colour to the guest room: there were scarves draped over the curtain rod and a stack of books with covers in bright primaries on the dresser. "I didn't know you wore glasses," Jon said. He felt shy again, awkward and plain.

"Just for reading," Kurt said. "I should probably wear them driving and, like, all the time. But..." Kurt took them off his head, making a face at the tortoiseshell frames. "They make me look like a nerd."

Jon laughed softly. "Who told you that?"

Kurt glanced at him, his mouth looking like it wanted to smile. "Some bully."

"Maybe they're just jealous they don't look as smart and sexy as you in glasses," Jon said.

"Hm." Kurt tapped the arm of the glasses against his mouth, pretending to ponder. "That would explain a lot about my childhood."

Jon looked aside, stuck in the doorway, wishing he knew what to say next to prolong this conversation.

Kurt tipped his head, looking at Jon, a finger saving his page. Finally he said, "You want to come in?" He patted the rumpled blanket beside him.

"Yes," Jon said. His stomach squeezed. "Just to talk."

Kurt blinked. "Sure, just to talk." He gestured over his dapper outfit. "I'll keep all my gorgeous clothes on my gorgeous body, just for you."

Jon laughed, turning his blushing cheek aside. "Just let me change out of my work things."

"I can wait," Kurt said. He re-opened the book. "Harry's about to find the second Horcrux."

In his room, Jon hastily shed his jeans and pulled on his favourite rust-red yoga pants and a clean shirt. His eyes skimmed over the time on the clock—what was he doing? He needed to be rested and alert for his early start tomorrow.

He was relieved to find Kurt still fully dressed, absorbed in his book, like he really didn't have any big expectations for tonight. As Jon climbed onto the empty side of the bed, Kurt held the book cover up to him. "Have you read these?"

Jon shrugged. "Harry Potter? Sure." He pulled the throw at the foot of the bed over his body, dislodging Misty. She gave him a glare and jumped off the bed.

"I wasn't allowed," Kurt said, turning the book back to front like he was trying to figure it out. "And I'm damned if I know why. I picked them up this summer hoping for some smutty witch magic or something. And there's just this... marvellous school. And wholesome, likeable children. I mean, I will say: a tragic lack of gays—unless you ship Draco and Harry. Which, obviously—" He gestured with his hands like obviously he did, and Jon suddenly felt like he hadn't read the same series at all.

"I never knew you were a reader," Jon said, thoughts slow with tiredness. "I feel like there's a thousand things I don't know about you."

Kurt laughed shortly. "I wasn't a reader, before. The men in my family aren't big into books. Or words. Or talking about our—" He stirred his hand around his chest. "—you know, feelings."

Jon made a dry noise. "You're all about feelings."

"Yeah, it wasn't a great time for little Kurt." Kurt curled on his side facing Jon, eyes glancing at his face like he was checking if he was still interested. "Picked up books again this summer while I was hiding from the rest of my life in the library. If you're real quiet, the librarians don't care how long you stay. Plus—air conditioning. My AA meetings were in the basement of the same building, so that's how I got the idea, in case you're thinking how creative and smart I am."

Jon laid his heavy head on the cool pillow. "I was thinking that," he said. "I was thinking this is yet another example of how my practise boyfriend is creative and smart."

Kurt tucked the book flap into his page and laid it aside on his dresser. "Did we fuck things up for you at the zoo?" he asked, without looking at Jon.

"No, not at all." Jon closed his eyes. "You were both brilliant. I owe Care...flowers or something."

"Excuse me, I think I deserve the flowers."

A corner of Jon's mouth pulled up. "I think you enjoyed every minute of it."

Kurt chuckled softly. Jon felt the bed move as Kurt's weight shifted, and then a light touch on the back of his hand. He held his breath as Kurt carefully wove their fingers together, his free hand stroking the skin of his arm. Jon sighed shakily. The music felt like it was inside him, beating with his heart.

{Kurt}

The scars on Jon's forearms were almost invisible, faded and lost in the freckles, but Kurt knew where to look. Tucking their clasped hands against his chest, Kurt studied the side of Jon's face, his thumb running over Jon's knuckles.

He felt Jon's reserve tonight like the other man had politely but firmly closed the door in his face. Just talking. Maybe Jon was just tired, but the words Jon had said this morning came back to him: I thought I would be sick.

"Is Jordin—going to be okay where you work?" Kurt asked hesitantly. This question had burned in his chest since he'd met the other boy, defiantly wearing clips and a girl's blouse. Kurt had gone out of his way to let Jordin know he was valid and valuable, and even though that one hour at the zoo had been more exhausting than a full day hanging drywall, it had also felt important. Maybe tonight there was one less kid in the world shitting on themselves for who or what they liked.

"Yes," Jon said shortly. "All the staff are getting diversity training starting tomorrow. They won't say the same shit to him they say to me."

Kurt felt the impact of that in his gut—Jon was digging in to take those punches. "Are you going to be okay, love? I worry about you... there."

Jon pushed his shoulders a little deeper into the bed, slinging his arm over his face. "Yeah I'll be okay." The words were slurred with tiredness. "It's shitty but I'm a grown up and this is my job."

While he was wondering what he could do to make that better for Jon, Kurt realized Jon's mouth had fallen open slightly and his breathing had deepened.

Kurt squeezed his hand. "White?" he tried softly. "You asleep?"

Jon didn't even stir, snoring faintly.

Kurt laughed to himself. "I'll be damned. Out like a light."

He untangled their fingers, putting a kiss in Jon's palm before he laid it on Jon's chest. Quietly, he got up to change out of the gorgeous new clothes, into his oversized 'Pusheen cat' nightshirt. He dug the spare blanket out of the top of the closet and tucked it around Jon, unable to resist leaning over to brush his lips against Jon's stubbly jaw. The size of his feelings for this man in his bed was scaring him a little, but he wasn't stepping back from the ledge anytime soon.

Turning off the lights, Kurt slid under the blankets in the half of the bed still available to him. It didn't even occur to him to wake Jon up to move him; the gravity of Jon's body at his back was incredibly comforting. The only thing Kurt still missed about Nicky was Nicky's weight sleeping in his bed—he slept like shit alone. Closing his eyes, he dropped to sleep almost as quickly as Jon.

{Jon}

Jon woke up with a warm weight breathing against his back, and a long bare leg slung over his hip. His eyes widened and his fists tightened, pulling up to his chest in automatic defence while he tried to figure out where he was.

He recognized the grey-green walls of his guest room, and the gauzy scarves draping the window in the dim morning light. Kurt's room. Kurt's bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, horrified for a second that the very sexy dream he'd just woken up from was actually a memory of something he'd done with Kurt, while drunk with tiredness.

He was still wearing his pants.

He let out a breath of relief and tried to free himself from the tangle of blankets and Kurt's sleep-weighted limbs. The other man was dead to the world, and Jon was snorting with laughter by the time he managed to shove Kurt back onto his side of the bed.

His laugh caught once, hooking in his chest as he looked back. In his sleep, Kurt was curling and pulling the blankets against his chest, like his arms missed holding something.

Jon tucked in his chin, wrapping his arms against his chilled body as he left the room. What was he going to do about Kurt Visser?

*What do you think, lovelies? What should Jon do about Kurt? This whole thing is moving rather quickly and he didn't see it coming...*

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