Part 2
Friday
"Come on, Kurt, you do it every year!"
"Because I don't need a step ladder to do it!"
"Hey!"
Kurt giggled, hugging the star to his chest with one arm as he covered his mouth with his hand.
Blaine glared at him. "Really? Again with teasing me about my height? God, and I thought Cooper was bad!"
"Oh, I can be bad." Kurt winked suggestively.
"Not what I meant! And changing the subject isn't going to work."
"Honey, we've been over this: It's easier for me to do because I'm tall enough."
"So? We have a step ladder we never use; why not use it?"
"Because-" Kurt grunted, "forget it, I'm done having this argument."
"Come on honey! Please?" Blaine smirked, his fingers reaching for Kurt's sides.
"No!" Kurt squeaked as he jumped away from his boyfriend, shooting him the nastiest glare he could muster. "And torturing me won't make me change my mind!"
"Well, then I guess it doesn't matter if I do this!" Blaine practically pounced on his boyfriend, causing the two of them to topple over onto the couch behind Kurt.
"Blaine Anderson-" was all Kurt could yell before he was pinned down into the couch cushions, Blaine's fingers at his sides. "Blaine! No- oh god- stop!" His hysterical fit of giggles made it impossible for him to speak proper English at the moment. Now he knew he was doomed; Blaine had been dating him long enough now to know where all of his ticklish spots were. "Blaine- you are- oh god- stop! You're dead!"
Blaine stopped abruptly and pulled away enough to look at Kurt in the eye. "Now we both know that's not true."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, because you can't even imagine your life without me."
Kurt had to force back a smile. "Maybe now I can."
"Hey! You're mean!" Blaine pouted.
Kurt giggled. "But you love me."
"Right now I'm not so sure."
"Oh please, you know you can't resist me."
"How would you know?"
"Because you won't get off me."
"Mmm, maybe I like this position. You know, it's kinda..." he leaned down so his lips were right beside Kurt's ear, "hot." His head lowered even farther to Kurt's neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the luscious pale skin there.
A chilling sensation shot down Kurt's spine. He knew he was in for it now; Blaine never missed an opportunity to purposely sexually frustrate him. But then again, as long as it was with Blaine and only Blaine, Kurt didn't mind so much... or at all. "If you're trying to turn me on, it's not working," he lied, but he knew that if they stayed like this too long, the problem in his pants that was beginning to grow would become too painfully obvious and Blaine would know he was lying anyway. "Now get off me, please?"
Blaine sighed. "Well, I guess since you asked so nicely."
Kurt was finally freed, thankfully, and he sat up, flashing Blaine a cute little smile.
"What?"
"Come here."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Just come here."
He rolled his eyes.
"Sit down with me, I want to talk about something."
Any silly ideas left Blaine's mind the moment he heard those words. "I...okay..." Slowly, hesitantly, he joined his boyfriend on the couch again. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, I've just been thinking lately... we haven't taken a visit back to Ohio in over a year-"
"Yeah?"
"And I haven't seen my folks since spring break."
"Uh-huh."
"And... I was hoping that maybe we could go down to visit them for Christmas or something."
Blaine frowned. "Kurt, that's in ten days!"
"I know, I know. I'm not saying we have to go; I just don't like being so distant from them. Like I was with you that one time. Do you remember that? My freshman year at the Conservatory? You and I hadn't talked in a few days, and I was wondering why you still hadn't called me-"
Blaine grinned. "And then you realized that it was still your turn to call me."
Kurt smiled sheepishly. "I'd had a lot on my mind, okay? My point is, I don't want to lose my connection with them like I scarcely almost did with you."
"So, do you want to go see your folks?"
"I don't know, I mean, yes, but... I just think it would be nice to visit them."
"Well, considering the airport here refuses to make it easy to buy plane tickets last minute, we should probably put that idea on hold for now. I think we should wait until the next holiday, like Martin Luther King weekend or Valentine's Day; then we can definitely go down there. I wouldn't mind going to visit your folks too... and mine if they're there."
Kurt nodded.
"And besides, we've already started decorating the tree. I wouldn't want to put it up and then not be there to open presents underneath it Christmas morning."
Kurt smiled. "Yeah, you're right." He leaned closer to Blaine. "I wouldn't mind spending Christmas this year alone with the man I love."
Blaine's eyebrows rose as his lip curled. "Alone?"
Kurt didn't answer. Without really thinking about it, he leaned in closer and connected Blaine's lips with his own.
It took a few seconds before Blaine processed what was happening, and then Kurt's lips were gone. He let out a small wanting whimper at the loss.
"Now, come on, let's get back to trimming." He stood up before Blaine could reply, and turned back to him. "Are you coming?"
Blaine's lips fell into a pout before he gave up and allowed himself to smile. "I don't know about you, but I'm kinda in the mood for a drink right now."
Kurt cocked his head. "Really?"
"Just a sudden craving, I guess."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I don't know; I was hoping maybe you could make some more of your infamous Margaritas."
Kurt pursed his lips into a small smile. "You liked them that much?"
"They were absolute perfection."
"Aw, don't be so flattering."
"Why not? I love seeing you smile like that, especially if I'm the one who caused it."
"You really want to make some right now? They take, like, fifteen minutes."
"It would satisfy my craving. Please?"
Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine on the cheek. "Anything for you, hun." He gave Blaine a cute little wink. "I'll be back," he said before disappearing into the kitchen.
Blaine slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to the tree, admiring the work he and Kurt had done so far.
The entire bottom half of the tree was already completely covered in ceramic balls painted gold and cream, silver angels, candy canes of all the different colors, and a few photos of the two of them that Kurt had made into ornaments. The tree was probably not as matching and tidy as Kurt might like it to be, but it was them. It made Blaine think of everything he had been through since he first met Kurt seven years ago, all the good and bad times they went through together.
A moment passed, and Blaine heard the echo of Kurt using the blender in the kitchen.
Kurt had said it would take fifteen minutes...
Well, Blaine didn't want to keep decorating the tree without him, but...
He went back over to the couch to retrieve his bag, which he had tossed onto the couch absent-mindedly the moment he had come home. He dug his hand into the bag and pulled out his iPod, turning it on, and plugging the buds into his ears. He had to grin when he heard the opening intro to the song that began to play.
It's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Blaine reached down into one of the boxes and pulled out another ornament.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
He looked down at it and smiled as he saw it was a small cream-colored angel he had given Kurt last year.
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go,
No one will know,
Oh, come on, girl.
Who cares if we're trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow,
Shots of patron,
And it's on, girl.
After a while, Blaine couldn't resist singing along to the lyrics.
Don't say no, no, no, no-no;
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;
And we'll go, go, go, go-go.
If you're ready, like I'm ready.
Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Blaine didn't realize he was dancing along to the song until he felt his knee brush against the side of the couch.
I'll go get a ring let the choir bells sing like oooh,
So what you wanna do?
Let's just run girl.
If we wake up and you wanna break up that's cool.
No, I won't blame you;
It was fun, girl.
An image began to play in his head.
Don't say no, no, no, no-no;
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;
And we'll go, go, go, go-go.
If you're ready, like I'm ready.
He saw himself looking back at him in a full-body mirror. He was wearing a black tux.
Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
He saw Kurt appear behind him, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and smiling at him in the mirror.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
He was wearing a full white tux.
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Just say I do,
Tell me right now baby,
Tell me right now baby, baby.
Blaine saw Kurt lean over and gently press his lips to his cheek.
Oh, it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Blaine was leaning into the kiss with the largest grin on his face.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
The last words rang out in his head as the song ended, and he couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Blaine?"
Blaine stopped dead, frozen as his mind snapped back to reality. Slowly, he turned on his toes to face the source of his fantasy's interruption.
Kurt was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the white frame with a look of what seemed to be a combination of shock and confusion. "Honey... what are you doing?"
The entire apartment fell silent.
Blaine didn't move.
His boyfriend had just seen him dancing around the room singing about marriage.
They had never really talked about getting married. Sure, they had told each other many times that they wanted to "be each other's forever" or "spend the rest of their lives together," but tying the knot had never been a subject they had ever pressed upon.
"I-uh-I..." Blaine stuttered, "I was just...um...Was that- uh..." He felt Kurt's confused stare weighing down on him. "Oh my god!" he said before he sped out of sight, feeling absolutely mortified.
"Blaine!" Kurt called to him. He simply stood there, watching as his boyfriend darted out of the room, hearing their bedroom door slam, and that's when it hit him. Before he knew it, his feet had dragged him back into the kitchen and his arms had forced themselves into his messenger bag still lying on the counter. The next moment, he had his cell phone in front of him, dialing Rachel's number faster than his brain could process before he realized what was happening.
To Be Continued...
So, I was really happy with the feedback I got from this story so far! I know it's been a while since I last updated, and I've had some readers asking me if I was continuing this story, but rest assured guys, all of my in-progress stories are going to be continued until the end!
I can't promise when the next chapter will be up, considering I have two other series I'm working on along with this one, but I do promise that it will continue. I know I'm slow on updating sometimes, but you know, us authors have lives too!
I'm ranting again, so I'm going to close this now. Thanks for reading guys! I'm outta here! Peace!
