Wandering Around Back to You – Chapter 1
"Whatever Tomorrow Brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes, yeah."
-Drive, Incubus
Blaine paused the song that was playing on his iPod (It was pretty easy to shut your ears to what was going on in the other room right next to him when Rammstein was screaming Du Hast) and took his earbuds out, breathing a sigh of relief when he didn't hear the annoying moans and groans coming from Kurt's room. Seriously he should have taken Kurt up on the offer of making their rooms soundproof before they moved in. There were only so many times you could listen to your best friend orgasm. Quite loudly. Not that Kurt didn't have his fair share of too loud heavy metal sessions because of Blaine, but still Blaine didn't think there would be a time that he would just start to consider it as an everyday event. No matter how true that was for both of them sometimes.
He opened his door hesitantly, his head popping out to check if the hideous green jacket was still laying on their floor before he let the door open wide, stretching his arms above his head before heading to their *cozy* (because "A kitchen is the heart of a house, Blaine. It should be homey and welcoming.") kitchen. He took two packets of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups from their emergency cupboard and a bottle of water from the fridge before making his way to Kurt's room. He knocked on Kurt's now sock (as if it was necessary really) free door with the water bottle, expecting a hesitant yes before Kurt even spoke a word.
"It's me, buttercup. Enemy out of the house, open up,"
The knock on the door brought Kurt out of his own thoughts as he had already gone to work stripping the sheets off his bed, ridding the room of any memory of a guy who he would hopefully never see again. It wasn't like he was a bad guy, he was just someone who had a washboard stomach, a cute smile and someone who shared Kurt's philosophy of not very much talking and more fucking. This "casual dating"? thing worked for Kurt. Ever since sophomore year he had a rule; he wouldn't see a guy more than twice because in his experience after that feelings tend to get in the way, and that never worked out too well for Kurt. It was simple. When he was in need of a stress reliever he would get mediocre to good sex without the risk of a broken heart and the guys got one or, if they were really lucky, two amazing nights with the one and only Kurt Hummel. Win win.
A smile blossomed on Kurt's face when he heard Blaine's voice. That was the difference between Kurt and his randoms. They went home alone and Kurt had Blaine. Kurt threw on a t-shirt and opened the door, tossing a side of a clean fitted sheet at Blaine and grabbed both pack of Reese's out of his hands in the same motion.
"As always you are made of awesomeness. Help me make this bed and I may even share."
Blaine rolled his eyes but grabbed the side of the sheet Kurt tossed at him without a word, laying it on the bed before pulling back to watch Kurt smooth it to the perfection with Reese's packages still in hand. He hopped on Kurt's hardwood desk, his legs dangling off the edge.
"You'd think that's the whole reason I brought two packets instead of one but okay, go be a little diva while you can."
After Kurt had successfully made his bed he jumped on top of it sitting Indian style and patted the stop next to him waggling his eyebrows at Blaine.
"While I can? Please, Blaine. You know being a Diva is a full time occupation."
He tossed a package of peanut butter cups at Blaine with a smirk and caressed the spot on the bed next to him, gentler this time.
Blaine caught the bag in the air, the satisfied smirk on his face turning into a soft smile at the silent way Kurt was asking him closer. He jumped from the desk, landing on his feet gracefully before taking his place next to Kurt on the bed. He took a peanut butter cup from his bag and ripped the wrapping paper off before bringing it to Kurt's already waiting lips, his voice teasing yet soft.
"Don't remind me. I'm living with one in the same house. Don't know where I went wrong."
Kurt wrapped his lips around the chocolate and the tips of Blaine's fingers as well pulling off with a loud pop followed by a mini orgasm in his mouth. Kurt spoke with his mouth full.
"Whatever, Blaine...Mmm you wouldn't have it any other way...God, these are so much better than what I just had in my mouth."
Kurt caught Blaine's scowl that slowly transformed into puppy dog eyes and a pitiful frown as Kurt was bringing the second peanut buttercup to his mouth. He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, changing the direction of the buttercup to Blaine's mouth.
"And apparently I am living with a puppy. Thank god you are potty trained."
Kurt fed Blaine two Reece's to make up for bringing up the guy who had just left. Blaine always said he heard enough of the details through the walls; he didn't need a play by play afterwards also. That's what Kurt had his morning coffee date tomorrow with Toni for.
Blaine shook his head in disapproval, opened the bottle of water he'd dropped on the bed while Kurt was busy fitting the sheet over the bed, and took a large sip, letting it wash the heavenly taste of chocolate and peanut off his mouth before handing it to Kurt.
"You know, just because I am an equal opportunity guy doesn't mean I want to hear about someone's dick in any part of your body. That's just gross."
He flashed Kurt, who already narrowed his eyes at Blaine, an evil grin came across his face and he opened another Reese's packet, stuffing it into his mouth, ignoring the grabby hands Kurt was making.
"Boobs, on the other hand... You don't know what you're missing out, Kurt. They're just so perky and bouncy and full ..."
Kurt untangled his legs from underneath him and pushed them against Blaine with force, pushing him to edge, and looked at Blaine with a threatening look.
"One more word about boobs and you're on the floor, Anderson."
Blaine held up his hands in surrender and Kurt automatically retracted his legs and kicked down the covers instead. After he got cozy he looked up innocently at Blaine still sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You're staying... Right?"
Blaine shook his head in mock annoyance but the way his eyes softened fondly at Kurt's question gave him away. It wasn't Blaine's fault really. You do not say no to Kurt Hummel. He kicked his blue Toms off and took off his gray SDSU hoodie, tossing it across the room leaving himself in his white V-neck before gesturing Kurt to scoot over.
"You think you're scary, Hummel but we both know you're a closeted softie."
He ignored Kurt's bitch (funny) glare and made himself comfortable under the covers, pulling his best friend into his chest.
"What was this one's fault?"
Kurt snuggled back into Blaine, linking his ankles with his and matching the curve of their bodies. This had kind of become their "thing" pretty quickly after they met in the dorms, just a way to find comfort during their first crazy year of college and now they just knew when a cuddle session was necessary, or just wanted. Blaine knew that Kurt never wanted the guys he slept with to stay over but he also knew that Kurt got lonely afterwards too. Just like Kurt knew that even though Blaine would deny it to his grave, he needed to be wrapped up like a blanket during thunder storms. All this was unspoken between them, they both just knew after 3 years of being best friends.
It was 3 weeks into freshman year, after the excitement of no parents and no curfew had warn of, and way after his patience for his stoner roommate had worn off that Kurt knocked on Blaine's door late at night for the first time. Blaine was the first person he met at SDSU that he really got along with. They instantly had lots of stuff in common; a deep love for pretty much anything nerdy, a serious hatred for generic store bought coffee and they both had an embarrassing crush on their RA Brad. When Kurt knocked on Blaine's door at 1 am on a Tuesday he whispered a quick "It's me" before immediately turning around to head back to his room that he could swear had a smoky haze around it, assuming Blaine would be fast asleep. But to Kurt's surprise he opened the door right away, looking adorably groggy in his wife beater and ninja turtle pajamas, looking at him curiously, blinking furiously trying to wake up. Kurt just shrugged his shoulders, looked over at his room and sighed and in response Blaine just grabbed Kurt's hand & led him inside. Blaine immediately went back to the bed leaving Kurt standing awkwardly in front of him, only to scoot all the way to one side of the twin bed and patted the spot in front of him. "C'mon dork, I'm the big spoon." Kurt smiled big and snuggled close to Blaine. Kurt had never slept better in his entire life.
"He just...he was just awkward. I lost my patience 10 minutes in. Anyways, he is not the last thing I want to think about before I go to bed, so... tell me something good, B."
Blaine about giggled when Kurt buried his face in his neck and spoke against his skin, carding his fingers through Kurt's hair to pull him back.
"Stop doing that, you know it tickles."
He tugged Kurt's hair a little when he ignored what Blaine said and exhaled against Blaine's oversensitive skin deliberately, making Blaine break out in goose bumps all over.
"I am gonna kick you in the balls if you don't stop doing that. Is that good enough for you, pumpkin?"
Kurt giggled against Blaine's skin and turned around in his arms so he was the little spoon.
"Shut it, I know you secretly love it. Now let's go to sleep, I have an early class tomorrow."
Kurt sighed contently and relaxed into Blaine's arms closing his eyes.
"And Blaine... Thanks."
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's middle and brushed his lips against his hair softly, eyes closed as he felt himself drifting into sleep already.
"Anytime, pumpkin."
Xxx
Kurt's eyes slowly started opening, squinting as soon as they caught the sunlight, glancing over at the clock, cursing himself for waking up 30 minutes before he actually needed to be up. He contemplated trying to go back to sleep, it was tempting given that he was literally covered by a Blaine blanket but as soon as his stomach growled he knew breakfast was his number one concern.
So Kurt peeled himself from underneath Blaine expertly only inciting a couple sleepy protests and made his way to the kitchen. He put the coffee on and plugged in the waffle maker as he mixed up his top secret batter. Blaine had bought the waffle maker before he bought a bed when they moved into the apartment because in his words, "As long as I have your waffles in my life, Kurt, I don't need anything else." Kurt smiled at the memory and quietly sung Count on Me by Bruno Mars as he poured the batter on to the hot waffle maker.
You could scream at the top of your lungs next to a sleeping Blaine or listen to really loud and noisy music and he could sleep all he wanted just fine. He was a heavy sleeper, which he was very thankful for considering they were living in an apartment building full of college students.
But the minute Kurt opened the door to his room or Blaine's and let the heavenly smell of his waffles in, you would find Blaine already seated at one of the kitchen stools, waiting for Kurt to feed him with the pieces of heaven.
Blaine was allowed into the kitchen only after he was sent to the bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth by Kurt the hygiene police, admittedly feeling more awake than he was when he followed the smell of the waffles like a puppy into the kitchen. He took his steaming cup of coffee from Kurt gratefully and filled their plates with waffles and fruits, strawberry for Kurt, bananas and pineapples for Blaine.
"You're worse than mom. At least your waffles are worth it."
It was a little too late when he realized what he said; Kurt was already wearing his satisfied smirk and looking at Blaine a little too cheerfully for a Monday morning.
"I didn't say that. I'll deny it if you tell her."
Kurt stabbed his fork into a piece of his waffle and soaked up the "dipping" puddle of syrup on Blaine's plate looking at him smugly.
"Oh I won't tell her... Yet. Gotta use stuff like this for the most opportune times! Plus I don't even want to imagine what this apartment would look like without me."
They kept up their usual banter as they inhaled their breakfast and continued their 3 year old argument where Blaine would beg for the secret ingredient in the waffles and Kurt would adamantly refuse, telling him he hasn't earned it yet. Kurt loved getting Blaine riled up, it was just too cute when his eyebrows quirked in weird shapes out of frustration. After they were both finished Kurt cleared their plates and Blaine followed him to the sink washing them as Kurt dried.
"So full day today or are you going to skip your afternoon classes because there is another Star Wars marathon on TV?"
Blaine dried his hands with some paper towels and made a victory hand gesture when it hit right in the trash bin. He nodded at Kurt's question with a wide grin before he remembered his plans for the day, his grin turning into a pout.
"Shit, that was today? I promised Trish I'd go watch her recital after class. I guess they'll have to save the world without me this time."
Kurt swatted Blaine in the ass playfully with the dish towel.
"The galaxy or planets or whatever will be doomed without you... Today could have been the day I don't fall asleep watching it and you will never know."
Kurt finished Blaine's coffee for him, winked and yawned which quickly turned into a laugh when he noticed Blaine's scowl.
"What? I have business law first, I *need* the extra caffeine. This will tide me over until my coffee date with Toni later. And she better be buying me straight espresso so I can end my day with Legal philosophy."
"Such a hard life you have, Hummel."
Blaine gave Kurt an unimpressed look and shared out the rest of the coffee into their travel mugs, giving the one with I'm A Law Student I Need A Drink written on it to Kurt before disappearing into his room to take his satchel and Norton Anthology of English Literature which was almost heavier than all of Kurt's boring law books. At least Blaine didn't need extra exercise for his arm muscles.
"Why do you not ever invite me to your coffee dates anymore? I love Toni, she's cool. And gorgeous. Trish had the biggest crush on her in sophomore year."
Kurt put on his glasses because it was Monday and contacts were too much work today, grabbed his lap top bag and followed Blaine out the door to their cars.
"Just that reason. Last time you came you were laying; and I say this with huge air quotes; your best game on her and knowing her personality she would probably take you up on your offer but then just spit you out later. No way I am letting two of my best friends get together, I would be traumatized for life. But if you agree she is off limits, you can join us for gossip hour anytime you want."
Blaine slid into his beige suede jacket on the way to their cars, pocketing his phone after checking the time. He shrugged slightly and dropped his stuff into his car, before turning around to face Kurt with a cheeky expression.
"Well fine by me but I can't promise she'll agree *I* am off limits, Kurt. Especially when I am wearing these jeans."
He winked at Kurt playfully before his features turned into something more serious.
"I don't like it when you call someone else your best friend, too."
Kurt had a witty rebuttal on the tip of his tongue but when he noticed Blaine's slight frown he reached out and grabbed Blaine's bicep and looked straight into his eyes.
"Well then can we invent a new word that means better than best? Cuz you know you are way more than *just* my best friend."
Kurt pecked Blaine sweetly on the cheek.
"Have a good a day bestest best friend, try not to distract everyone with your jeans. See you at home tonight."
Blaine's big smile that blossomed on his face following Kurt's small kiss turned into an evil grin when Kurt turned around to make his way to his car. He smacked Kurt's ass playfully and whistled when Kurt didn't even falter for a second and just kept walking away.
"Look who is talking. I don't think you're even wearing jeans. Are they painted on or what?"
Kurt turned around with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Anderson."
Kurt was still smiling when he got into his car. He couldn't remember having a bad morning since he lived with Blaine, even on a Monday.
Xxx
Blaine took two beers from the bartender and joined Trish at a table close to door, smiling when she reached out to take hers even before Blaine took his seat.
"Someone is thirsty."
Trish ignored Blaine's comment and took a couple large sips of her beer before putting it down, leaving a pink lipstick mark on her glass. She touched Blaine's fingers to make him look at her, a playful smirk on her face as she, of course, noticed Blaine's eyes were on the lipstick mark.
"Try being subtle for once, Blainey."
Blaine just shook his head and laughed as Trish licked her lips to tease Blaine deliberately.
"You were great tonight. No really, I've never seen you better. It was magical."
Trish's lips curled into a genuine smile at Blaine's words as she leaned over to place a loud kiss on Blaine's cheek, wiping the lipstick mark off with her fingers.
"You always know what to say. Thanks for coming. You made me happy."
Blaine nodded behind his glass as if to say of course and took his phone out of his pocket as he felt it vibrate against his leg.
"Oh is it okay if Kurt dropped by? He forgot his key at home."
Trish opened her mouth to say something but then closed it and shrugged, downing the rest of her beer.
"Yeah, sure."
Kurt walked in the door making a bee line straight for the bar looking for a mop of curly hair most likely with a beer in his hand. He almost didn't hear Blaine call out his name from the table by the door.
He turned around to see Blaine smiling like an idiot and Trish looking at him like she just got finished rolling her eyes. Kurt wondered to himself if that is how she always looked or if that look was just reserved specifically for Kurt.
"Hey! Thought you would be at your normal spot at the bar. Sorry to crash this uh… your drinks but there is a bottle of wine in that apartment that is just begging to be consumed in one sitting by yours truly. How was the dance thing?"
Blaine said "It's okay" at the same time Trish turned to look at Kurt with a mock smile on her face and said "It was a ballet recital, honey."
Blaine forced a laugh and threw his arm over Kurt's chair, his thumb brushing against the skin on the back of Kurt's neck soothingly. Now wasn't a time for a Kurt Hummel bitch please glare.
"She was amazing, Kurt. You should've seen her. Even got a standing ovation!"
Kurt bit back his snarky comment because the way Blaine was caressing his neck and slightly pinching him was telling him keep it to himself. So Kurt just smiled taking a drink of Blaine's beer.
"Standing O... That's fantastic, wish I could have seen it. And ballet, how could I forget."
Kurt looked between Blaine and Trish and noticed the way she was looking at him and suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable.
"I um, I better get home, if I could just grab the keys..."
It wasn't noticeable to just anyone but Blaine knew, from the way Kurt was shaking his leg under the table incessantly and the way he was holding Blaine's glass a little too tightly in his hand, that Kurt was not happy. And an unhappy Kurt would make an unhappy Blaine in return so he just shook his head at Kurt and turned to look at Trish with an apologetic smile on his face.
"Actually, it's getting late and I have a paper to write for Mythology class tomorrow. Mind if we all left together? I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend?"
If he made sure to look at Trish through his eyelashes and linked his ankle with hers under the table, well let's say he was just trying to be good at being Switzerland for the time being.
He released a sigh when Trish shook her head in a dismissive manner and reached out to ruffle Blaine's hair playfully.
"No problem, handsome. I'm not accepting any excuse for the weekend though."
Kurt couldn't get up fast enough at Blaine's offer and he shot Trish a smug look pretending to ignore the one she shot back. Kurt put his hand on Blaine's shoulder and fixed his hair back in place from where Trish had messed it up.
"I'll put on some coffee for you when we get home and I may even have my biscotti with you."
Blaine gave Kurt and Trish a questioning look when he came back from the bar to pay the check and saw them standing by the table in an awkward silence.
"Geez guys, if that's how you are when I'm not around no wonder mom says I talk too much."
He sighed deeply when his, ok terrible, joke was returned with fake smiles. He shrugged to himself and opened the door for Trish and Kurt before walking out himself.
He let Trish pull him closer and wrap him up in a tight hug when they arrived at the parking lot, placing a kiss on her now red cheek before pulling back. They both watched her get in her Mini and drive away before Blaine turned to look at Kurt with a concerned look on his face.
"You okay, pumpkin?"
Kurt shoved his hands in his pockets and looked toward Blaine but keeping his eyes from his. The truth was he didn't really know what was bugging him... Not exactly. Trish had always rubbed him the wrong way, she got way too possessive of Blaine when Kurt was around and as far as Kurt was concerned, Blaine wasn't hers to claim. But she was Blaine's friend so Kurt faked nice as best he could but Blaine saw through everything.
"Y-yeah fine. Long day you know? Just not in the bar, talking to people kind of mood."
Blaine didn't like the way Kurt sounded one bit so he shook his head and hooked his arm through Kurt's and started to walk them towards his car, ignoring Kurt's protests until they stood in front of Blaine's black Audi.
"I'm hungry. Let's have some cheeseburgers at Perry's first, huh? We don't have school tomorrow so I can drive you here to take your car later?"
Kurt gave Blaine a genuine smile and rested his head on his shoulder looking up at the stars.
"Yeah, I could eat... But only if you split a shake with me too."
Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer to himself, smiling against his coiffed hair softly.
"Always, pumpkin."