This is based on Born This Way, of course. I don't know what it's supposed to be. I think it's sort of a one shot, but it could be a chapter from a long story too, so I'm not sure, maybe I'll update with a part 2 (:
We walked out of the school, and I waved to Mercedes as she got in her car. Performing Born this Way had been really nice, and I loved singing with them again. I had missed that so much.
"Kurt!" I heard a familiar voice shout my name. I smiled and turned around, only to look into the hazel eyes of my boyfriend.
"Blaine!" I said happily, hugging him. He put his arms around me and I closed my eyes for a second before speaking.
"Thank you. So. Much. You were great, Blaine," I mumbled against his shoulder, thinking about his performance of Somewhere Only we Know. He shrugged.
"You're very welcome Kurt, I'm glad you liked it." I smiled and pulled back from the hug, wiping one tear off my face, looking at him. He looked happy for me. I had thought he'd be mad, even though I knew he was ok with me going back to McKinley, I had still thought he'd be- less supportive. But he actually claimed the only thing he didn't like was that he still didn't trust Karofsky. And that was just so cute, because I could see he was cared, I could see he worried.
"Now, I like your shirt," Blaine commented, and I felt myself blush.
"It was the Glee assignment for this week, they told me I had to make a shirt with something on it where I was born with, and I wouldn't change about myself." I smiled a little explaining this to him. He smiled back, now putting his arms around my waist and pulling me a little closer.
"Hmm, I'm proud of you wearing that, Kurt, really," he said, he meant it.
"I don't have to put 'LIKES BOYS' on my shirt for people to know I actually like boys, though," I commented, and he smiled.
"Well they'd see easy enough I like a boy," I corrected myself, and then put my head on his shoulder while pulling him close. I heard him laugh in my hair, and I smiled. It was such a nice sound, I liked making Blaine laugh. We stood there for a while, enjoying each others company, being close together. I'd missed him. On Dalton we'd be together all day, and now the whole day I had to go to school without seeing him. Even if that meant I got to see all my friends, wear my own clothes and sing the songs I liked in Glee club.
Eventually, Blaine pulled away, smiling as I didn't actually agree with that.
"Come on, we're kind of on the middle of the parking lot, Kurt," he said with another smile. I only just remembered that we were. He looked a little worried about it like always.
"Are you coming with me?" I asked. He nodded.
"Of course I am, Silly," He said, messing up my hair with his hand and then quickly running towards my car and getting in. I groaned.
"Blaine! I told you not to mess up my hair!" I bellowed, getting inside the car myself. He looked at me with those beautiful but absolutely unbearable puppy eyes, pleading for me not to get mad. And how could I? I fixed up my hair in the mirror view and he laughed at that.
"Just one more time and I'm not talking to you anymore Blaine Anderson," I said, purposely not looking at him. I heard him move, still not looking at him, and suddenly he was close to me.
"Hmm, maybe I prefer something else," he said before softly prepping his lips on my cheeks. Now I turned my head to look at him.
"You are so unfair, Blaine Anderson," I murmured before pulling his lips towards mine. He smiled into our kiss and it felt great. Something I really not could or wanted to get used to, was kissing my boyfriend. Every time I felt like I won the lottery. Even only with the fact that I could call him my boyfriend.
He put his arms around my waist again, deepening the kiss as he pulled me closer, which proved nearly impossible as we sat in the car.
"Blaine stop..." I mumbled against his lips. He broke off the kiss immediately. I hadn't meant it that suddenly, but I could better use it now.
"I still need to be able to drive, you know, because it's your car I'll mess up if I get in an accident" I said, slightly out of breath. Blaine chuckled and planted another kiss on my lips before leaning back. I turned the keys and pulled out of my spot, driving a little excited towards home.
"Will you step mom be there? I liked her!" Blaine said happily as he tried fixing his hair in my mirror.
"No, she won't, actually, nobody will be home because they're working or making out with their girlfriend. And stop fixing your hair, it looks adorable," I commented. Blaine smiled at him and then looked forward again. We arrived at my house not very much later and Blaine was already on his feet, walking quickly around the car and opening my door.
"Such a gentleman," I said with a smile, and Blaine laughed.
"Always," he answered, closing the door behind me and taking my hand as we walked up to the front door. I opened the door and hung up my coat, Blaine had already walked into the kitchen. Blaine was real boy if it was about food. He could eat just as much as Finn and I couldn't believe how much bad food he ate too.
"Blaine why are you always eating?" I asked as I followed him. He was sitting at the table, eating something that looked like a chocolate bar he no doubt had taken with him. I took a glass and got myself some diet coke.
"Do you want some coke too?" I asked my boyfriend. He smiled.
"Yes, but no diet, It's just so- tasteless," he answered. I sighed and gave him his coke, which he took gratefully. We drank something, only looking at each other. Blaine's phone then started playing Teenage Dream, as he had just finished his candy and coke. He looked at his phone and then pressed the red bottom.
"It's Wes," he explained as I looked at him curiously.
"He probably wants to know where I am, it's Warblers practice," Blaine said casually.
"Really? Shouldn't you be there?" I asked anxiously. Blaine smiled.
"No way, I'd rather spend the afternoon with my gorgeous boyfriend," he said. I blushed, and he gestured for me to finish my coke so I did. He then stood up and took my hand, pulling me off my chair and walking me out of the kitchen.
"Where are we going?" I asked smiling a little. He didn't answer, he just pulled me with him. We were going to my room, I noticed.
"Blaine! I promised my dad not to upstairs with you when they aren't home," I protested, blushing a little at the memory of the talk with my dad. Blaine stood still, not wanting me to break a promise with my dad, obviously.
"Oh well, he won't notice," I then shrugged it off, now pulling him upstairs. Blaine laughed.
"You sure?" He asked, being my dapper boyfriend as always.
"Yes, so what were you planning?" I asked.
"Shall we sing a duet?" He asked. I nodded happily.
"Sure!" I said. We entered my room, and he walked towards my stack of CD's. He knew where it was exactly, well he had been here often. He had even slept here. I blushed at the thought. How difficult had it been to just sleep with Blaine next to me, even though he was so drunk he couldn't do anything but sleep and snore. But my boyfriend can still be absolutely adorable snoring, even after hours, to a point where I wanted to hit him for keeping me out of my sleep, he still had looked adorable. Of course, he hadn't been my boyfriend back then.
I then felt two arms wrapping around my waist as I was thinking and I blinked, returning to the present, looking in two stunning hazel eyes. I smiled.
"Hey," I whispered softly. Blaine smiled.
"Hey there baby, what were you thinking of?" he asked with his soft voice, the voice I couldn't resist. I blushed.
"I was thinking about you, actually," I said. The feeling in my stomach the moment he called me baby was really something to be ashamed of.
"You were? Is that a good thing?" Blaine asked seductively.
"Always," I said, before pulling him closer en pressing my lips against his. He smiled in our kiss and his tongue asked access, which I gladly allowed. I then pulled back.
"Blaine, you taste like chocolate," I moaned, he chuckled.
"Is that a good thing?" He asked again. I smiled.
"As long as you taste like you, too, sure," I mumbled before kissing him again. After a while, he pulled back his breath a little panting.
"I really love your shirt," Blaine said. "You're so strong, wearing that in public, I'd never," he added. I bit my lip. I knew he wouldn't. I always looked at Blaine as my mentor, but lately I'd notice Blaine was scared of the world himself. Maybe even more afraid than I was.
"Wear it now, then," I whispered back. That, he didn't let me say twice. He was already pulling out his Dalton blazer and his white shirt before I could even step away. He smiled at my stunned face before striding back towards me, pulling my shirt off. I bet he only wanted this so badly because of exactly doing that. He pulled my shirt over his head. It didn't fit him at all, but it suited him. I liked Blaine seeing out of his Dalton uniform. It was more like him. I loved his own clothing, though they could stand out a little more, they were great.
"It's too big," Blaine exclaimed. I laughed.
"It smells like my Kurt," he mumbled softly, I didn't know if I was meant to hear that.
"It looks good on you," I said with a smile. He smiled back, and then he stared at my bare chest.
"That looks good on you," He then said. I started to blush, and he was over at my side instantly, kissing the red spots on my cheeks. His hands were in my hair and I didn't even object, I just slightly pulled at my shirt around his chest.
"It kinda has something though, wearing your boyfriend's too big shirt," I commented. Blaine laughed. He then crashed his lips with mine, and I gladly kissed him back.
"I want my shirt back," I said before I quickly pulled off my shirt and threw it on the ground. Blaine smiled and kissed me again, his hands softly on my chest. I had to try remind myself that Finn would probably come home any second, and that, really, we were just together. But it felt so good, his hands on my chest. And it was the first time we did that. And it just felt so good.
"Bl-Blaine-," I whispered. Blaine nodded.
"I know," he answered. I sighed and kissed him again, but now he pulled back.
"Come on, let's watch a movie in stead okay?" He said. I sighed again, and then nodded.
"You can have my shirt," I said. He smiled. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, it's nice and all but very unfashionable. I'll make another one, just a little bit nicer. But you don't mind it, I take it?" I asked. My hands were still around his shoulders, his still around my waist.
"I won't mind at all," He said kindly, kissing the top of my head and again messing up my hair. But it had probably already been messed up, so I just shrugged it off and tossed the shirt towards him, walking towards my closet to pick something else.
"I do love your hair like you had it today, you should do it more often," Blaine commented. He had put my shirt on again in stead of his white Dalton shirt and tie, and put his Dalton blazer over it.
"Maybe," I said, choosing a blouse and putting it on. I turned around, seeing Blaine choosing a movie. I just decided to trust him with it and walked downstairs. Her followed me.
"Remind me not to forget my shirt and tie when I go home," Blaine said.
"Sure thing," I said. I sat at the couch and Blaine put the movie in. It was a Disney movie. He joined me at the couch and I cuddled up to him. Just then the door opened and not very much later, Finn entered the room.
"Hey man," he said, looking at them cuddling up on the ouch for a second before getting some coke from the kitchen.
"Isn't that Kurt's shirt?" he then asked a little confused on his way upstairs. I felt myself blush, but Blaine shrugged.
"Kurt really wanted to change into something more fashionable and I got the shirt, I put it on immediately," he said matter-of-factly. Finn shrugged too. He was still wearing his shirt.
"Wanna have mine too, Or I'll just throw it somewhere where I'll forget it."
"No Finn, Blaine is a very good dancer so no," I interrupted before Blaine could say anything. Blaine smirked, and Finn rolled his eyes.
"Didn't mean to offend your boyfriend," Finn said and then he disappeared upstairs. Blaine and I watched the movie, and then Blaine decided to go to Dalton before my dad got home. My dad liked Blaine, but Blaine had decided he shouldn't always stay very late.
"Bye," I said as we walked outside, Blaine walking towards his car.
"Bye baby," Blaine said, kissing my lips softly. It reminded me of the afternoon so much that I had to remind myself we were standing in front of my own house. I shouldn't possibly kiss him any deeper. I shouldn't possibly trace his lower lip with my tongue like I was doing now.
"I'll see you this weekend," Blaine said, pulling back, feeling the same thing as I did I was sure.
"So long," I mouthed, pulling him in for a last kiss before he got into the car. He smiled an waved, pulling out of the drive way and then turning around the corner. I walked inside, straight to my room. I laughed as I saw his shirt and tie on the floor. I got my phone.
'You forgot your tie, and your shirt. You have one there too, right?' I texted. Not very much later I got one back. Texting while driving, Blaine, I thought.
'Sure, I do, Take them with you when you're coming here this weekend' he had answered.
'Will do. But now I can wear your shirt to bed, and it'll be like you're here' I texted back. Before, that would've sounded very creepy. Now it was just something I knew he would do with my shirt too.
Hmmm good. Was his answer, and I smiled.