OK I really hope you like this. I took some liberties with Blaine, obviously, but when I found out that Kurt and Blaine were singing "Baby it's Cold Outside" I just pictured a playfulness about Blaine. Also this is set I guess about a year in the future of the show. It's either the summer after Kurt's jr year or the beginning of his senior. I hope you don't mind the writing style it's not my usual. PLEASE REVIEW! And the only thing I own in this story is Blaine's personality. The rest in Ryan's. 3
Kurt smiled at Blaine as he came up to put his arms around his waist. Blaine mentally shook his head, unsure or how he had gotten so lucky as to have this man fall in love with him as much as he had fallen in love with him back.
"I bought us some chocolate truffles, they're hidden upstairs," Kurt giggled, "Didn't want my Dad to find them." It was their 6 month anniversary and though they decided not to give each other gifts or to go out, they were spending it together, spoiling each other with words and touches.
"Hmm, I can think of something that taste even better than chocolate truffles," Blaine said in a love drunk slur. He grabbed Kurt's lips with his own, causing the smaller boy to flush in happiness, and he deepened the kiss, pulling Blaine's body closer to his, clasping the back of his neck. His lengthing hair revealing the natural curls that Kurt was now tangling his fingers into. Blaine smiled into the kiss, holding his boyfriend tighter, knowing that if Burt Hummel were to come into the basement in that moment that he would probably get kicked out of the house. Burt knew about them, of course, and liked Blaine, but Kurt was still his little boy and Blaine knew he would not be happy with the way Blaine was sucking Kurt's tongue into his mouth, causing Kurt to moan.
Kurt couldn't remember a time that he was this happy, it was as if he finally fit into the world, this was his place, with Blaine, who loved him back. Six months had seemed to fly by and though Blaine didn't know it, he was planning to give Blaine something he'd always wanted to wait and give to someone he truly loved. His heart beat quickened it's pace at the very thought of losing his virginity, but it wasn't in fear, he knew Blaine wouldn't hurt him, it was in anticipation. But Kurt was secure in his decision, that they were ready, and that this was right.
"I love you," he breathed into Blaine's mouth, feeling safer than he ever had.
"I love you too," was the hazy reply.
It was 7 minutes before the kiss was ended and they were on the couch, they pulled away only enough to look at each other. "Best six months of my life," Blaine whispered, manuvering so that Kurt was laying against him, his arms around the slender dancer body.
"Do you have any idea how amazing you are Kurt Hummel?" Blaine asked, knowing that Kurt didn't have a clue, it was something that made Blaine love him even more.
"Yes, I am rather spectacular." Kurt joked, but when Blaine placed a soft, chaised kiss on his ivory neck and whispered in his ear,
"You really are," Kurt couldn't help but believe him. They allowed their clear love for each other spread through the room, surrounding and engulfing them, the comfortable silence deafening in it's screams of adoration. They barely moved from the intiment embrace for 15 minutes before Blaine playfully bit at Kurt's earlobe, laughing when the soprano squeaked in surprise and arched away, turning to glare at Blaine who grinned like the chester cat.
"What was that for?" he asked trying and failing to act angry.
"Because I think you should get your fantastic butt up and get me those truffles." Kurt raised his eyebrows, turning around to look more at Blaine and realized the position they were in.
"Oh really," Blaine's grin fell and shifted slightly. Kurt's lips curled up into a wicked smirk and he quickly moved so that he was pinning Blaine under him, holding Blaine's arms down at his side and using his body to keep his legs immobilized.
"Kurt..." Blaine whined, stuggling to get free and remember how decieving the thin frame of Kurt was as he found himself unable to so much as twist his arm.
"Maybe we shouldn't eat those truffles, wouldn't want to mess up my fantastic ass, or your perfect abs," Kurt laughed and let go of Blaine's arms but began to tickle those said flawless abs causing Blaine to shriek so loud that Kurt clammed his hand onto the older boy's mouth though he was laughing happily, "You dork, my dad is upstairs." Blaine giggled but Kurt then went back to the playful attack, he tried squirming out of Kurt's decievingly strong grasp.
"Stop-" Blaine gasped, trying not to laugh, but his breaths were interrupted by laughs as Kurt mercilessly tickled him. "Please, Baby," he panted, not really minded all that much, the sound of joy Kurt was emitting made it worth it. But then he got an idea and threw his arms around Kurt and taking Kurt by surprise flipped him over so that he was on top. Kurt let out a cry of surprise but he grinned as Blaine pinned his arms above his head, their faces inches apart. They looked at each other for a moment, brown drowning in blue. Then Kurt lifted his head and kissed him quickly, chuckling when he got kissed softly back. Blaine then began to tickle his sides causing Kurt to cry out in protest and squirm, they both knew that Kurt could have gotten free if he really wanted to, but he was enjoying this as much as Blaine was.
Burt could hear Kurt and Blaine laughing and play fighting and he could help but smile at his son's laughter. It was a sound that Burt hadn't heard the true version of since before Kate died, but now the beautiful noise was once again travelling through the house and Burt knew there was one person responsible, Blaine. It was knowledge that made Burt nervous, someone with the power to make his son that happy had the power to break his heart into a million pieces.
"Say 'Uncle'" Blaine demanded, but Kurt was not so easily beaten,
"Never!" he replied letting out a small squeak at what Blaine did. "AHHHH," Kurt cried and Blaine laughed but then there was a thump and a yelp of shock from Blaine followed by a playfully villianous laugh from Kurt "Victory!" he yelled. Their laughter ended and something was said that was too soft for Burt to hear, but Kurt let out a quiet giggle and Burt's heart clinched. He remembered when Kate used to giggle exactly like that, usually after Burt would tell her how beautiful she was. He wondered what made Kurt giggle like that.
"Hey Finn," he greeted his step-son who was carrying a bag of potato chips and plopped down on the couch to watch the game as well. Just then Kurt and Blaine started laughing again, though this time they were clearly moving more, it sounded like they were chasing each other.
"Your ass is mine, Hummel!" Blaine roared as though angry but Kurt just laughed,
"You wish, pretty boy," he replied, and Burt smirked at the image of his son popping his hip and raising one eyebrow. Finn looked at him and smiled softly,
"You're ok with them then huh?" the younger boy asked. Finn was now used to and comfortable around the couple, so long as they didn't get too affectionate, though Kurt and Blaine didn't flaunt their relationship in public, other than holding hands and quick kisses if they knew they could get away with it. Burt shurgged,
"I trust them, and if they do," he swallowed hard at the thought, "Decide to do...anything, I know it'll only be if it feels right and I also know they'd never hurt each other." The basement grew quiet and part of Burt wanted to know what they were up to, but the other part respected his son. Several minutes of silence passed before Finn spoke again,
"Can I ask you something really personal?" Burt looked up at him and Finn continued hurried, "You don't have to answer of course, just please don't get mad at me." Burt raised his eyesbrows but nodded, Finn gulped before glancing in the direction of the basement.
"Do you ever wish Kurt was straight?"
Kurt stopped dead on the second step at Finn's question, his heart jumping to his throat. Blaine heard too and saw every bit of color vanish from Kurt's face. He quickly stepped up next to him, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. Kurt looked up at him, his eyes wide and Blaine shook his head, Burt wouldn't say 'Yes'."
"Yes," Kurt looked like he was about to burst into tears and he turned and buried his face in Blaine's neck. Blaine was only able to stare in shock at the man's answer. "No, wait, that's not what it sounds like," Burt continued, though Blaine could already feel Kurt's tears wetting his neck. "I don't want him to change who he is, if I had to pick something that I love more than anything about Kurt, it's that he's different." Kurt pulled away, looking up toward the living room. "No one else on earth could wear the clothes he wears and look as great as he does. And no one loves quite as fiercely as Kurt." Kurt already had a shy smile on his face, Blaine wiped away the tears from his cheek as they listened. "When I had my heart attack, he took care of me without any complaining, he was a sixteen year old kid and I'm sure the last thing he wanted to do was take care of me. But never once did I hear a word of frustration or annoyance. And the fact that Blaine has come into his life," Burt paused and Blaine looked taken aback that they were talking about him. "I couldn't ask for a better person for Kurt." Kurt beamed up at Blaine and Blaine couldn't help but blush. "Finn, I wish you could have seen Kurt when he was little. He was so much more of a spitfire than he was when you first met him. Before his mother died he had such lust for life, but then Kate died and he grew up much faster than he should have had to. And when he met Blaine, just when they were still friends, that spark was reignited. I was so happy when he came home one day and he was singing a song from that old movie he likes so much, I can't think of it, Dancing in the..." he paused, "Something, but he danced in the door and walked up to me and spun me around, and he was grinning from ear to ear and I knew, something had happened. I didn't find out until later that it was Blaine." Kurt muffled a laughed and whispered,
"Singing in the Rain," Blaine silently laughed too at Burt's failed attempt to remember the movie title.
"It reminded me of when he was 5 or 6," Blaine looked at Kurt who was blushing bright red, his face buried in his hands and Blaine immeadiately wanted to hear the rest of the story. "Kurt would wake me and Kate up at the crack of dawn, I mean we didn't sleep past 6 after Kurt was born. Then one morning I wake up to Kate's hysterical cry of 'IT'S 7:34 BURT OH GOD IT'S 7:34" Burt, Finn, and Blaine all chuckled at Burt's high pictched imitation, though Kurt just smiled. "We honestly thought he'd been kidnapped or was dead. He wasn't in his room and Kate nearly had a heart attack then and there." Burt paused and Blaine and Finn could hear the love in his voice when he continued, "So we go downstairs and Kurt is in the living room, in his blue silk pajama's with the Maria bonnett I bought him, singing "My favorite things" at the top of his lungs. It was very possibly my favorite moment in my life. Kurt just being completely who he is, who he always was and I wouldn't trade that for anything." Burt paused inhaling and suddenly the younger boys all felt nervous again. "What I would change, was how the rest of the world is going to treat him, how they treat him now. How he and Blaine can't hold hands when they are out in public without getting sneers or worse. Or how they wouldn't be able to get married, I mean I don't want them to right now, but you know what I mean. I pray every night, that by the time Kurt is older that it will be legal for him to get married. To whoever he chooses. It kills me when I see straight couples kissing or getting married and no one looks twice, but my son so much as touches his boyfriend and they are stared at. I would fight every bigot and conservative ass in the world who says their love isn't good enough if it meant that something would change. You are never going to have that problem, Finn. You are never going to be told that you're going to hell for who you love, or that your love is disqusting and I'm glad, but I want that for Kurt." Blaine was slightly surprised when Kurt finished the last couple of steps into the living room and he threw his arms around Burt's neck, biting his lip to keep from crying. Burt squeezing his son back,
"Thank you, Dad," Kurt whispered. Burt pulled away eyeing his son up and down,
"How much of that did you hear?" he asked nervously.
"Um when Finn asked if you ever wished I was straight," both Finn and Burt flinched but Kurt smiled, taking Blaine's hand. "It's fine, that was the perfect answer," Burt smiled sadly,
"No, the perfect answer won't happen until you two are seen as complete equals to everyone."
"That may not happen, not in our lifetime," Blaine responded.
"And that's ok, because progress doesn't happen over night. The fact that you just said what you did, that's progress. But maybe our children's generation won't be judged like we are, and I can't complain that much, I mean I have an amazing family, a hot boyfriend," Blaine and Kurt grinned at Finn and Burt eye rolls, "and people who love me, because I'm me. And that's good enough, for now. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't fight now for the future generations." Burt beamed with pride and love as Kurt's face broke into a wider smile.
"Now there are chocolate truffles with our names on them, so if you don't mind," Kurt skipped, literally skipped, into the kitchen and Blaine watched him go. Biting his lip when Kurt's hips swung in a certain way that left him weak at the knees.
"There is chocolate in this house?" Burt asked and from the kitchen Kurt giggled wickedly. Blaine smirked at Burt,
"He hid them," both Finn and Burt pouted,
"No fair," Finn huffed but Blaine shurgged,
"It just one of the perks of dating the most awesome person ever."
"Aww, I knew there was a reason I kept you around." Kurt teased walking up to them again, an exotic looking box in his hand.
"Can we have one?" Burt asked, though he knew it was futile.
"No, this is OUR 6 month anniversary and this is our chocolate," Kurt replied, smiling. Burt sighed but didn't say anything more and Blaine was certain that he saw Burt smile.
"Ok well don't forget, I'm going on a date with Carole tonight so..."
"Yeah, I'm going to Rachel's too," Finn said, shoving chips into his mouth as he watched the game.
"Will you boys be alright by yourselves," Burt asked, looking at them suspiciously.
"Yes, Dad, we have stayed here by ourselves before, I know where you keep the gun, though, just in case this one tries anything." Kurt nudged Blaine playfully, though Blaine let out a dry, humorless laugh as both Burt and Finn's stare turned to him.
"Ha, ha, ha, I would- we aren't-" Kurt laughed,
"Come on you big bad man, who is going to take advantage of me, let's go downstairs," Blaine looked at Kurt, horrified that he would take it so lightly, but considering Burt Hummel wasn't killing him he figured he was safe for now.
"KURT!" Blaine hissed when they got to the basement. Kurt turned casually to Blaine who looked pertrified.
"Oh Babe, I was just trying to keep him from worrying." Kurt explained, leading the way to the couch, but Blaine wasn't done.
"I don't want them to think I am...making you do anything you don't want to do," each word got softer and sweeter and Kurt smiled lovingly.
"They know you couldn't make me do anything I don't want to do. And I would never want you to think you were rushing me into anything, if you know—we did do—anything." Kurt, who had been looking at the box in his hand, took the risk and looked up at Blaine who was still standing and was just staring at him. Then he slowly sat on the couch, taking Kurt's hand in his. Blaine wasn't a virgin, they both knew that, and at first he had been a bit eager to be with Kurt, but when Kurt explained his feelings on sex, Blaine backed off and said nothing else about it, waiting for the younger man to come to him.
"What are you saying?" Blaine somehow felt like a perv, trying to take the beautiful virgin's blood. Kurt smiled at him,
"I want to give you something for our anniversary, I'm ready." He promised, hoping he looked confident, but he knew he was blushing scarlett. Blaine delicately touched the blushed cheek with his knuckles, Kurt was willing to give him something incredible, and to be honest he really wanted to take it. But Blaine's first time hadn't been with someone he loved, it had just been sex and Blaine felt unworthy to get something like that from Kurt. "You think I'm just saying that," Kurt accused, but Blaine shook his head,
"No, you don't 'Just say things', but my first time wasn't special and I want you to make sure you won't regret this. If we broke up, would you hate yourself for doing this?" Kurt looked taken aback at the question but then he paused, thinking about it hard. He'd always said he wanted to give it to a person he truly loved, did that have to be the person he spent the rest of his life with? He loved Blaine, he knew that, and maybe they would break up, Kurt's heart ached at the thought but it could happen, but he didn't think he would regret it. He wasn't giving it to just anyone.
"I'm not going to regret it," he said firmly. A small smile curved at Blaine's lips as he nodded,
"Now how about we open those chocolates." And just like that the tension was gone and they smiled at each other. Later that night they would become connected in the most intimate way they could, but then in that moment, they sat on the couch eating chocolate truffles.
"You get one spot on this couch..." Kurt threatened.
"I know, I know, I'll be scrubbing until it's gone," Blaine grinned. "So do you still have that Maria bonnet?"
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