This is my first normal fic, since my first fic was CrissColfer (a one time only thing) and my second one was written completely in song lyrics. So…this one will be pure Porcedo and fluff and softcore (allowable-on-television softcore. Like, pansy softcore) smuttage in later chapters. Reviews make my heart sing. Also, I don't own shit, son. (Except the word "Porcedo." I came up with that one like a boss.)
"Blaine, where are we going?" Kurt asks for the fiftieth time, his voice just as calm as when Blaine first put the blindfold on him.
"You'll see," Blaine replies, and Kurt can hear the amusement in his voice and imagine the look on his face. He crosses his arms and leans back into the passenger seat, hoping that his bitch-face works just as well without the eyes. He hears Blaine let out a huff of breath and smiles deviously, facing straight ahead with his arms still crossed.
"We're almost there, if that helps." Blaine says, a hint of apology under the amusement in his voice. He puts his hand on Kurt's knee and rubs comforting circles into the skin. Kurt doesn't let up his annoyed mask.
"It doesn't help. Not one bit." Kurt's lower lip sticks out the slightest bit, and he decides to give up on trying to find out where they're headed. Keeping his face in a composed look of annoyance and utter stubbornness, he shifts slightly in his seat and then sits completely still, making sure Blaine knows exactly what he's doing. Apparently it works, because Blaine lets out a short laugh and then falls silent, still rubbing Kurt's knee soothingly.
Kurt thinks it's about ten minutes later when he feels the car come to a soft halt and Blaine leans over to whisper in his ear, "Stay right there. I'm coming around the car for you, okay?" The pure sensuality in Blaine's voice makes it impossible for Kurt to do anything except sit there starstruck and give the slightest nod of his head to acknowledge that he heard Blaine. Blaine dashes around the front of the car, stopping at the passenger side door and opening it as calmly as he can. He reaches for Kurt's hand and helps him out of the car slowly.
Kurt's breathing comes in quick spurts, his heart going into overdrive at the touch of Blaine's warm, dry hand. He walks cautiously, aware of his state of being and the fact that he's still wearing a blindfold.
"Don't worry; the ground's fairly stable," Blaine says as if he's reading Kurt's mind. When the next words come out of his mouth, he's a lot closer than Kurt expected, and his voice is soft and sincere. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you, Kurt." With that, he scoops Kurt up off the ground, one arm behind Kurt's knees and the other wrapped around his torso, and presses a kiss to his lips before he keeps walking. Kurt stays quiet and calm on the outside, but his mind is a jumble of oh my god, he's touching me! and where are we going?and kiss me again, please. Blaine simply presses Kurt closer to his body, making sure they have as much physical contact as possible. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and nuzzles his face into Blaine's chest, forgetting his earlier annoyance.
Blaine walks for a while, trying not to jostle Kurt too much, but it's difficult because he's so happy there's a tiny bounce in his step. Kurt smiles into his chest and Blaine leans down to kiss him on the forehead before he stops walking. He whispers into Kurt's ear again. "I'm going to put you down now, okay?" Kurt nods and smiles, and Blaine carefully sets him down on the ground.
"When can I take the blindfold off?" Kurt whines, and Blaine chuckles quietly and grabs Kurt's hand. "Soon, I promise." He leads Kurt forward a couple of feet until Kurt hears an unfamiliar male voice.
"Good evening, Mister Anderson," says the man, sounding pompous and conceited and bored all at once. Blaine's hand tightens around Kurt's and he responds in a curt voice, "Two, please." Kurt almost audibly gasps at the coldness in Blaine's voice; it sounds as if he strongly dislikes this man. Kurt makes a mental note to ask Blaine about it when they're alone and Kurt can actually see him. Blaine tugs lightly on Kurt's hand, indicating that he should start moving, and Kurt cautiously follows Blaine as swiftly as he can without falling. It feels like they walked into a building, because the air is colder and smells cleaner, but Kurt doesn't think about it too much until Blaine gently pushes on his shoulders and moves a chair up behind him. Kurt sits down and Blaine takes the blindfold off.
Finally, Kurt thinks as he starts to glance around the room, but he doesn't get very far before he catches sight of Blaine and everything else flies from his mind. He stands up quickly and practically attacks Blaine, kissing him hard and fast and passionate. When Kurt pulls away, Blaine just stands there, blinking and breathing heavily, looking pleasantly surprised and extremely overwhelmed. "Sorry," says Kurt, leaning into Blaine and whispering in his ear, "I just couldn't help myself." Blaine recovers, smiling at Kurt and replying, "I don't mind one bit."
Kurt comes back to himself, remembering that he has no idea where they are or what they're doing or whether there are other people around, for that matter, and it embarrasses him to think that somebody could have just seen him and Blaine, so he continues to look around the room. What he sees is a small room, maybe ten feet by twelve, dimly lit and draped in gold curtains, with gorgeous decorative shrubs in the corners and a candlelit table for two in the center. Kurt gasps at the beauty and intimacy of the place, and turns once again to look at Blaine, tears filling his eyes.
"Kurt, please say something," Blaine whispers, "Did I do something wrong?" Kurt lets out a shaky laugh and pulls Blaine into a tight hug. "No, Blaine. You did everything right." Kurt sniffs, breathing in Blaine's scent and wrapping his arms even more tightly around Blaine. Blaine huffs out a quiet sigh of relief and squeezes back in return before letting go and smiling softly at Kurt. "Sit down, love."
Kurt's breath hitches as he seats himself in one of the big, soft chairs and Blaine does the same, leaning across the table to grab Kurt's hand in his own and smile again. Blaine's breath washes across Kurt's face and Kurt inhales the sweet air, wanting nothing more than to just live that scent. "I love you more than anything in this world," Blaine whispers fervently. Kurt smiles and blushes, looking down at the table shyly. Blaine sighs, half-frustrated, half-amused, and gently grabs Kurt's chin, pulling his face up so their eyes are level again. "Kurt. I'm not joking with you. I don't just say things. I'm usually eloquent and dapper, but I sometimes seem to lose that when I'm around you, so I want you to know right now, before I become incoherent, that I love you. I love you more than the stars in the sky and the grains of sand on the beach. I love you more than you love fashion. I love you more than Wes loves his gavel, and I love you more than David loves Wes. I love you more than Harry loved Sally." Blaine takes a deep breath, not taking his eyes off of Kurt's for a second.
"Basically, Kurt, I love you more than life itself, and I don't want you to ever forget it." Blaine's eyes are soft and filled with tears that he's not trying to stop, and Kurt looks about the same, his blue eyes brimming over with words he can't speak.
"I…Blaine. I just…obviously I feel the exact same way. I can't use words the way you do- I've never been able to. I find myself going home every night and laying down in my bed and wondering what I did right to deserve you. Blaine Anderson, you are, without a doubt, the greatest person to ever enter my life. I don't know what I would do without you and I don't want to have to think about that ever happening. I want to love you for as long as I live, if you'll let me." Mutually, without any more words, the two men fell against each other, their lips colliding in an explosion of passion and slow, burning lust. For several minutes they do nothing but kiss across the table, not worrying about anything in the world except each other.
Until that stuffy rich man is standing in the doorway, clearing his throat loudly and looking exactly as pompous as Kurt had imagined when he heard the man's voice. "Ahem," he coughs, sounding bored somehow with that small noise. "Mister Anderson," he says when they pull apart and Kurt puts his hands in his lap, blushing. "What would you and Mister Hummel like to drink tonight?"
Blaine looks exasperated and annoyed as he turns to the man, not meeting his eyes but looking in his general direction. "We'll have sparkling cider…and Diet Coke," he says, nodding at Kurt. The man murmurs an insanely quiet noise of acknowledgement before leaving. "What was that about?" Kurt asks.
"What do you mean?" Blaine looks genuinely confused, but underneath it there's still the anger at whoever this man is. "I mean," says Kurt patiently, "did he pee in your cornflakes or something? You two don't seem to get along. Do you know him?" Blaine sighs angrily, leaning back in his seat and putting his head in his right hand.
"I suppose you could say I know him," Blaine begins, looking mildly irritated and extremely uncomfortable. "He was my family's butler when I was younger. I was never outright rude to him, nor was he to me, but I just always harbored an irrational sense of…dislike for him. I…I was young, Kurt, I was stupid. I blamed him for my strained relationship with my father. Tonight was a favor, but I did ask him not to call me Mister Anderson…" Blaine says the last words with a bitterness that Kurt can only describe as sarcastic. "Old habits die hard, I suppose."
Blaine trails off, staring at his napkin, and then looks up quickly, as if suddenly having a strange change of heart about something. "Tonight's not about my past, Kurt. It's about our present. It's about how much I love you, and nothing else, okay?" Blaine's eyes are soft yet determined, and his expression is fiery and passionate. He reaches for Kurt's hand, and Kurt is taken aback by the pure passion Blaine is simply emanating from his every pore.
"Blaine…" Kurt's whisper is part proclamation of love, part plea, and part grateful incredulity. "I don't know what I did to deserve you. I don't know how many times I can say it, but I love you. I'm just waiting for you to get sick of me and realize that I'm not what you've earned in life. I'm not the person who can return everything you've given me. All I can do is stumble over mediocre words that can't compete with yours and wait for myself to wake up. All I can do is enjoy the ride and wait for you to run for the hills. All I can do is hope to any God that may or may not exist that you never ever realize how amazing you are and how little I deserve you."
"Never. I can honestly tell you I will never realize that, because it is the complete opposite of every truth I've come to know." Blaine smiles and grimaces good-naturedly at the pure sappy, gooey, lovey-doveyness of the conversation they're having. "I love you, Kurt."
Kurt seems to realize that Blaine is mildly uncomfortable and embarrassed by the endless declarations of love and monologues that should only take place in romantic comedies, so he simply squeezes Blaine's hand and leans across the table to kiss him again. Blaine, thankful for the distraction, tangles his hands in Kurt's perfectly styled hair, but neither of them can think far enough past tasting each other to care about anything else right now. They stay attached at the lips, not moving anything below their shoulders or doing anything except feeling, until Blaine lets out a low moan that makes Kurt pull back slowly. "What- where'd you go?" Blaine asks stupidly, looking like a lost puppy.
Kurt sighs, looking down at his lap with those eyes Blaine can't get enough of. "Blaine…that noise." Blaine looks puzzled, but Kurt can not for the life of him think of a gentlemanly way to describe exactly what the problem is. He settles for being blunt. "If you're going to moan, please do it in my bed, not in a place where I'm not sure I'll be able to walk out with dignity- or without this," Kurt says pointedly, looking down at his crotch. Blaine lets out a breath of realization.
"Oh." He twiddles his thumbs in his lap, looking anywhere but at Kurt, and breaths deeply and quietly. "Kurt…we don't have to-" Blaine cuts off, his cheeks coloring and his eyes twinkling. "Nevermind."
"Blaine. You can tell me anything." Kurt's facial expression softens and he looks directly at Blaine, not a trace of anything malevolent in his eyes. Blaine sighs again.
"I was just going to say…this is my place. It wouldn't be terribly inconvenient for anybody involved- except you, if you want to eat- if we just…left." Blaine finally looks at Kurt, the lust in his eyes contrasting the forgiveness in Kurt's. Now it's Kurt's turn to exhale sharply and look away, embarrassed.
"That sounds like a lovely idea," he says, quickly catching up with Blaine's mood, and they both stand up in one fluid, simultaneous movement, Blaine leading the way out.
To be continued. Note: if you want to see this story take a particular turn, tell me about it in a review and I'll try to fit it in. (That sounds dirty but I don't care.)