"What's that?"
I jumped as I heard Blaine's voice. I looked up and sighed, and put my glue gun down.
"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket," I said.
"Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice."
"Do tell?" I asked. I braced myself.
"Candles, by Hey Monday," he breathed. I smiled.
"I'm impressed – you're usually so 'Top 40'."
He blinked. "Yeah, well, I wanted something a little more… emotional." He sat down in the chair diagonal to mine and looked over all my craft items. I frowned.
"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" I was curious. Blaine sighed.
"Kurt… there is a moment when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are… I've been looking for you forever.'" He put his hand on mine and my heart jumped.
"Watching you do blackbird this week… That was a moment for me…" He paused, then added, "About you."
He shook his head, like he was looking for the right words. "You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."
I was dumbfounded – I didn't know what to say. I didn't have time to comprehend anything, though, because before I knew it he had leaned over and his lips were inches from mine. Not thinking, I closed the distances between us and found my mouth connected to his, shivers rocking uncontrollably through my body. I brought my hand up to his jaw and ran my tongue over his bottom lip; he sighed in response. Then he pulled away and I let my hand drop to the table with a thud. He sat down and stared at a sequin on the table, and a small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. I inhaled.
"We should… we should practice," he said, rubbing his forehead. I exhaled.
"I thought we were."
When I said that he looked at me, and I couldn't read all the emotion in his eyes at once; lust, for me obviously; confusion, at this new feeling; pain, what would everyone think of him?; embarrassment, had what he just done ruined everything for them?; and I think there was… love in there too, but I couldn't be sure because he'd attacked my face again, more furiously this time, and I felt his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I frowned and shook my head, and he froze and sat down. He took my hand and I looked down, but he dipped his head so he was looking into me eyes.
"Everything okay?" he asked. I nodded but a tear dropped from my face to my pants. Blaine looked alarmed as he dragged me from my chair to his lap. I took a breath; it was jagged and broken. He gently pushed my head down until it was resting in the crook of his neck and I curled my legs up. I felt so stupid but it was oddly comforting.
"Kurt, Kurt, what's the matter?" he asked. I breathed in again and my breath hitched in my throat.
"I've loved you for so long Blaine," I wept. I felt like a fucking child, being comforted like this, but when I tried to sit up he wouldn't let me. He chuckled.
"Yeah, I know." He reached into his Dalton blazer and pulled out a piece of folded paper and handed it to me. I sat up and he let me this time, and I unfolded it. I almost died when I saw what it was – the red love-heart with out names and an arrow going through it. He chuckled when he saw my surprised expression.
"Blaine… where did you get this?" I asked. He smiled.
"You dropped it when we walked out of Lima Bean one time," he said. I folded the paper back up and threw it on the table.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He wiped a tear from the corner of my eye with his thumb and nodded.
"I love you, Kurt," he said, and my heart melted.
"Kurt, my brother!" was how we were greeted when we walked inside the living room to my house. Finn and Puck were sitting on the lounge, empty bottles scattered everywhere. Blaine whistled a long, low whistle, and took his scarf off. I stared.
"Noah," I fumed. "Finn. What is all this?"
"We had a party, man!" Fin boomed. I flinched. Blaine chuckled and walked forward a few steps, to put both his hands on either side of my hips. Even though I was currently furious with my brother and his best friend, his touch still sent shockwaves through my body, even through my thick Dalton blazer. I quivered. He chuckled sexily.
Puck's gaze fell from my annoyed expression to my waist. He raised his eyebrow.
"Got something you wanna, uh, tell us?" he asked. I could tell he wasn't as drunk as Finn but he had still had a few. I placed my hands on my hips, over Blaine's, and rolled my eyes. Finn looked at me and then Blaine, and then laughed. He sounded like a fucking hyena, and I was pretty sure he was going red in the face, so I sighed and grabbed Blaine's hand and led him through the hallway and down the stairs into my room. When we got there he let go of my hand and sat down on my bed, and shrugged his blazer off. I put my bag down and unbuttoned my own, and loosened my tie. Sighing, I turned to him, and found he was staring at me in awe. I looked around uncomfortably.
"Come here," he said. I hesitantly walked towards my bed and sat down on the edge, and Blaine chucked.
"I meant here," he said, pointing to the divot in the bed where I usually slept. My heart picked up speed as I scooted myself closer to him and sat where I was told. Blaine was lying down so I did too, facing him. His eyes were the most amazing green up close, mesmerising. He reached out his hand and ran his thumb over my cheekbone. He inhaled and smiled.
"The power lines went out, and I am all alone, but I don't really care at all, not answering my phone…" he sang to me. I put my hand up to my face and held his there and I took a breath.
"All the games you played, the promised you made, couldn't finish what you started, only darkness still remains…" He frowned, and I immediately blushed.
"No, I think I should sing that part. You should start it," he agreed with himself. So I took a deep breath and sang the first line, and he followed me, voice like butter.
"Lost sight, couldn't see, when it was you and me…"
"Blow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight. I'm beginning to see the light…" His voice harmonised with mine perfectly, like we were born to sing together.
"But I think I'll be alright…" Our voices trailed off and he leaned in closer to me, capturing my lips with his. His free hand wound around the small of my back and pushed me closer – I didn't object. I had always wondered what it would be like, kissing a boy, and now I knew. I'd kissed a girl before, at a party when I was fourteen, her name was Alice Black. She was pretty, but she looked the same as all the other girls to me. I don't know what it was about boys, they just appealed to me more, I guess.
My thoughts swirled around in my head and then vanished as he rolled us over so he was on top of me but I felt no weight. He pulled his lips away from mine to look at me for a split second, and then bent his head down to my jugular, where he nibbled and kissed the part where my jaw met my neck. I wound my hands into his hair and sighed. I felt his lips pull into a smile as he pushed himself up and flipped us over so I was on top of him. I flailed, and lost my balance. He laughed as I struggled to regain my balance and I silenced him with a kiss as soon as I could get myself back up. His hands moved to my ribs as I took control, nervous as all hell but getting more and more confident by the minute.
We were both practically naked when my dad bolted down the stairs and into my room. Well, Blaine was – I was still in my pants but Blaine only had his boxers on. My dad took one look at us tangled rather un-gentlemanly like on my bed and swore.
"What the FUCK?" he screamed. Blaine immediately sat up and I cringed.
"Burt… Uh, Mr. Hummel," he corrected himself. "Wow. Did you enjoy your date with Mrs. Hudson? I mean Hummel?" My dad shook his head as he changed from purple to red to blue then red again. I fluttered my hands as I searched for a way to explain but he cut me off.
"You're going back to McKinley High," he growled through his teeth. Blaine's expression was much like mine, a mask of horror and shock. My face was still slightly flushed from our kissing.
"No, Mr. Hummel," Blaine started to explain. "Don't… Don't make Kurt go back there. It was my fault, and I apologise. That was very inappropriate of us. I'm sorry."
My dad balled his hands into fists and stepped a few more steps into my room. I flinched when he grabbed Blaine's ear and dragged him from my bed towards the door. I couldn't stop the tears brimming and overflowing down my face as I bundled up his clothes.
"Blaine," I said, my voice border lining hysteria. He winced as he resisted against my dad's grasp and caught the clothes I threw at him neatly. He smiled apologetically at me and mouthed 'I love you' and then let himself be dragged like a dog through my door and down the stairs. My face wrinkled as I let the sobs take over and I threw a pillow at my door, laying down and hugging his tie close to me as I cried.
A/N: AW poor Kurt! Ok so this is my first fic but I have heaps installed on my computer. Reviews are encouraged! I lover youhh allll :D