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Fuck. This was not how it was supposed to happen. The litter of books piled high should have been read and the clutter of files discarded. Blaine Anderson, slightly dishevelled, looked up at the clock, cursed and hurriedly began to pack up his things before-
"Are you freaking kidding me Anderson? How the hell are you not ready? We have to leave in 10 minutes..holy hell..what is wrong with your hair?" There she stood, in his office, the devil incarnate, Santana Lopez and Blaine's best friend. Consciously patting down the stray ebony curl and realising there was little time, Blaine muttered an apology before apprehensively eyeing Santana's outfit. Short, strapless and slutty, it left little to the imagination. "Wow", Santana scoffed, "God could you be more gay? Only you would mentally undress me and then redress me in a different outfit."
With a small chuckle, Blaine patted down his slightly creased white shirt, adjusted his skinny black tie and looked at Santana with a confirming nod. At that, her eyes softened slightly, "Listen, we don't have to go to this thing, god knows it's gonna be a bloodbath, I just..it's a reunion...people are gonna ask questions Blaine.." She trailed off, her eyes downcast, almost ashamed at her own words.
Sighing at words he knew to be true, Blaine nudged her elbow playfully. "I know they will..I'm ready to answer them. Especially when I have the one and only Santana Lopez by my side...who would kick ass for me in a heartbeat". It was always a mystery how the unlikely pair stayed friends but one that neither of them dared to question. Smiling, although albeit unconvinced, she slid her arm into his and muttered something along the lines of "creepy ass hobbit". And with that they left, purposely neglecting the mention of who would be there, one person in particular, one person she knew never to mention in Blaine's presence. Even Santana Lopez was not that cruel.
Berating himself silently, Kurt Hummel gave himself a good once-over in the full length mirror before him. His black Amani suit fitted his slender figure well and was in fact the only one he owned. Being a freelance writer didn't exactly pay well. If it wasn't for the pleading of Mike and Tina, one of the few couples who stayed strong after High School and strangely good friends of his, Kurt Hummel would not be going to what he liked to call The Kiss Rachel Berry's Ass Fest.
"Hey babe.." Ejected from his thoughts, Kurt swivelled abruptly to see his very handsome, very naked boyfriend leaning casually against the wall, his smile nothing short of smug. Well, boyfriend was too strong a word, more like casual acquaintances who had too much sex to be just friends and Kurt had too much pride to be boyfriends.
Ignoring him, Kurt snatched his keys and headed for the door, " I told you not to call me that", he paused in the doorway, "I'll be home later tonight, if not, I'll be in jail for the murder of..", he trailed off, his eyes squinting thoughtfully. "Hmm...I guess it'll have to be a surprise!" Hearing a small chuckle behind him, Kurt walked out the door, his smile fading, there was nothing funny about tonight, in fact, Kurt Hummel was positive that this night would end in heartbreak.
The fragrance of magnolia filled the heave summer air, the sky a pale palette of pinks and oranges. Unfortunately, most of the remaining Glee Club members stayed in Ohio, the only exception was Mercedes, although even with a recording contract, they had heard very little of her since. Yes, there was an air of excitement but it was masked by the stale stench of fear emanating from all invited to this so called reunion. Nobody wanted to be the failure.
Standing on the doorstep of a beautiful and slightly modest terrace house, Santana brushed something non-existent off her dress as Blaine nervously adjusted his tie. "Jesus Blaine, we're here to see old friends not participate in a freakin orgy, now stop sweating!" With a hard glance, he dropped his hands to the side, knowing that on the other side of that door was his past and what he thought would have been his future. With that she rang the doorbell and the seconds seemed to drag by until the door swung open, revealing Rachel Berry, her dress slightly disarrayed and a huge grin on her face. Pulling them both inside for a tight hug, she alerted the house of their arrival, in which they responded with whoops and cheers. "Its so good to see you Rachel" Blaine offered, nudging Santana, she presented a comically fake grin. Seeing as Rachel had clearly downed a few drinks, Blaine knew that her lack of a filter needed to be far away from Santana. Nodding politely, he geared her towards the murmurs of conversation in the living room and the loud crude expletives spilling over into the back yard.
Surveying the room, he saw the entire clan. Brittany, clearly drunk, sat giggling in Artie's lap. Puck was proudly stroking Quinn's bump while she engaged in excited conversation with Tina and Mike. Oh shit. There he was. Blaine knew it was coming but it still felt a little too real, a little too much to take. God, he forgot how beautiful he was. Kurt Hummel. Ex-boyfriend. Call it a cliche but he truly was the love of his life. Immersed in conversation with Sam and Finn, Blaine couldn't help but stare. Kurt's lips were slightly parted amidst a chuckle, his neck slanted gracefully, a column of alabaster above his fragile shoulders. God, how soft it would be against his tongue, his firm muscles shaped his lithe form. Before Blaine could look away Kurt glanced up, his smile became bleak and faded and his eyes adopted a look of anguish and Blaine himself felt tortured.
Santana saw the exchange from across the room. God, how could two people be so stupid! The room had dimmed slightly and conversation was quaint and she knew that everybody had started to feel a little awkward. That alone meant that Kurt and Blaine couldn't talk privately and that was one thing she would not allow.
It was all too quick for Blaine. One minute he was trying to regain some air back into his lungs, the next, Santana had stalked over, greeted Kurt and then proceeded to pull him over towards Blaine. Oh god, she was not doing this! But before he could leave, he was standing face to face with Kurt Hummel. For the first time in too many years. Obviously proud of herself, Santana smirked and began to engage the entire room in loud, obnoxious rants, drawing their attention away from the two standing awkwardly in the corner of the room. There was no doubt that she truly was Blaine's best friend.
Kurt attempted a smile towards Blaine but it felt strained, judging by Blaine's grimace it obviously came across as creepy. Fan-freakin-tastic. At some point Rachel began to make a drunken announcement on just how much she misses the Glee Club, for whatever reason, this gained Blaine's attention. Kurt took this opportunity to really look at Blaine. God, he missed him. His hair curled freely around a broad, intelligent brow and lean, angular cheeks. And his mouth...his mouth could only be described as sensual, even when quirked in that generous line.
"Kurt?" Shit, his mouth was moving. Kurt blinked back to reality just in time for Blaine to ask him how he was. Answering him with a breathy fine Blaine smiled softly, "God Kurt..it's been too long..I...I've really missed you". The words rolled past his lips in a smooth measured timbre that eased Kurt's anxiety at once, especially when his cool green eyes drank in his entirety. "I've missed you Blaine..a lot..you look incredible". As soon as the words left his mouth Kurt flushed but in that second he could have sworn he saw Blaine's eyes darken with arousal.
As the party progressed, tensions eased and before they knew it Kurt and Blaine were laughing about something or other, courtesy of the tequila shots Santana was adamant to hand out. Wanting to get away from prying eyes, Blaine led Kurt over to Rachel's god-awful ceramic kitchen, in which they sat at opposing stools, a counter dividing them. Kurt gazed as Blaine rambled on excitedly about some big law case he was taking on, his eyes lighting up in a way that Kurt hadn't seen in nearly 10 years. Looking around the kitchen, old memories came flooding back. Rachel Berry sleepovers..ones where he invited his boyfriend...ones where they kissed...where they...Without Warning Kurt scraped back from the stool and stood, startling Blaine, who then proceeded towards Kurt until there were mere inches between them.
The concern etched on Blaine's face made Kurt want to ball up and cry...it made him want..want things he promised he would never allow himself to think about. "Kurt..what is it? You look...do you want to go back inside?" Kurt paused..his voice catching.."Blaine..being here..with you..all of this is starting to feel a little..too real". He trailed off, not knowing exactly how to explain his own words when he didn't fully understand them himself. Little did he know, he had just parroted back Blaine's first thoughts upon seeing him.
Do not kiss him. He does not want you. Looking at the face in front of him, Blaine easily found himself ignoring those very orders, pushing them to the back of his mind, he leaned in that little bit closer. It made a world of difference.
A/N: That was officially my first ever piece of fanfiction. Tell me how I did? Would you like a Chapter 2? Thank you to my wonderful Beta SoFlyLikeADCriss :)