Hello my amazing readers! :)
Now, this is the romantic chapter. Enjoy it while you can, because the angsty stuff will start next chapter. There's a *kind of* sex scene, but it's not graphic because this is T-Rated people :) If you want graphic stuff, go target the M-Rated slash fics that may burn out your eyeballs. :D
Now, those of you who have read the notes on the finale of the prequel to this; they're not entirely accurate. I'm not saying how, but I've got a few O/Cs in this one.
Hope you like it!
Karah/Biota xxx
Chapter 1: Memories (Blaine's POV)
"Lima is kinda beautiful when the sun bothers to show up, isn't it? Wish it visited more." Kurt sighed contentedly and leaned back on the grass as I smiled in agreement. This was the kind of day that looked like a watercolour painting; sun blindingly bright in the cornflower-blue sky; flowers of all different colours sunbathing on the emerald grass; even the red ants had decided to piss off and go bite someone else today. Of course, if I wanted to contradict my analogy, I would probably have said that any famous painter wouldn't have painted two gay teenage boys lying down together in the picture for fear of a few bombs being posted through their letterbox, but I was too blissed out to care.
It was a lazy Tuesday afternoon, exactly two years to the day that my eyes first met those ocean-coloured eyes in Dalton Academy's main hall, before we both moved to McKinley High. Two years since the day I fell in love. And somehow, we'd made it, unlike so many other teenage couples with blink-and-you'll-miss-it 'relationships'. Sure, we had some fights, but we always knew that we were going to be different.
"Do you remember the day we met, Kurt?"
Kurt playfully punched me on the shoulder. "Of course I do, idiot! You're the one with the memory like a goldfish with amnesia! How could I ever forget the best day of my life?" I could see him pondering for a moment. "Well, actually, a few other days probably beat it, but it's still definitely up there."
Kurt Hummel nervously climbed down the spiral staircase, occasionally sneaking glimpses at a map scrawled on his porcelain-white hand. OK, seriously? McKinley was fairly big, but Dalton was like Buckingham Palace, both in size and in class. He hastily straightened his jacket and unsuccessfully tried to disguise the lack of a Dalton crest on it.
Blaine Anderson was relaxed and happy. The Dalton Academy Warblers-of which he was the lead singer-were about to throw an impromptu performance in the dining hall, and Blaine couldn't relate to the nervous chattering of the others. How could they possibly be anxious? Performing was the least scary thing in the world; it came so naturally to Blaine.
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. He'd managed to find the dining hall in time after several tries, just in time for the impromptu performance. Now he was going to see what the New Direction's rivals were like. He descended a few more steps, and then stopped so rapidly he had to grab the banister for balance.
Blaine was strolling through the corridor when he almost skidded to a halt.
Kurt's breath caught in his throat. Okay, that guy was gorgeous. A tousled mop of black curls; slightly tanned skin; hazel eyes with slight gold flecks. And that heart-melting smile? Okay, breathe, Kurt, breathe…
Blaine studied the porcelain boy in front of him. Something about him had caught his eye-maybe his flawless skin and hair, his unique blue-green-grey eyes, or perhaps his sexy-looking, flustered expression…but something had struck Blaine speechless. He found himself breaking out into a smile.
Hazel eyes met ocean eyes…
And they both knew.
"You call that a great memory? That was the start of weeks and weeks of agonising pain for me! I actually ended up resorting to that 'he loves me, he loves me not' thing with flower petals…Wes and David still cry laughing when they remember that…" But I still can't help cracking into a grin, and Kurt looks relieved.
"OK, that was a good memory…but I have one that beats it tenfold." Kurt cocked his head to one side and gave me that adorable, questioning look. Without warning, my lips were on his. It took what felt like hours to prise myself away from those soft lips of Kurt's. When I pulled away, it dawned on him. "Oh…now I know what you meant!" I laughed and kissed him quickly again. For about the first few months of us dating, (not to mention for the two years afterwards) kissing was frequent and blissful, but the first one is still the one that sticks in my mind.
Their dreams of a Regionals victory were wrecked. They'd arranged the song to do it as a duet and they couldn't change it back now, they'd have to change all the accompaniments, the timing…it would take 5 weeks, not 5 minutes. Blaine gave an anguished, strangled sound and threw another book across the room from his bag of sheet music.
"Hiya."
Blaine froze, another book still resting in his hand. He could hardly dare to rotate his head.
"Kurt?"
The boy with the snowy complexion and ocean eyes inclined his head and smiled. "I think we'd better practice, we've only got five minutes. So, what's the arrangement of the song?" His curious, nervous, yet excited-looking face was possibly the most adorable and sexy thing Blaine Anderson had ever seen. Why the hell had he made that comment about the gas-pain expressions Kurt was pulling during Animal? This, natural Kurt, was seriously the most achingly sexy human being that Blaine had ever laid his eyes on. He was actually mentally undressing his best friend. He blushed bright pink.
No. They weren't best friends. Or at least, not for much longer.
"Umm, here's the music book to show you the arrangement." In a move that was one-third accidental, one-third fate and one-third deliberate, Blaine withdrew the only book that mattered from his bag and silently handed it to Kurt.
Time didn't exist any more when Kurt saw what he knew he would see on the cover.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel-My Journal."
Instinctively, Kurt reached into his pocket and passed Blaine a book. Blaine didn't bother to look at what was on the cover. He already knew. And now his heart was beating at the rate of a jet engine on overdrive. Kurt looked soft and adorable and so…kissable?
Somehow, they had gravitated towards each other. They were barely five inches apart now, and Blaine could hear Kurt's heartbeat, through the silence, quicken as his fingers brushed against the back of Kurt's hand. They both looked up at the same time. Kurt was about to turn away in embarrassment when he saw the look in Blaine's eyes. It was a look full of happiness, love-and lust.
"Did you really mean what you said in your journal?" Kurt's voice was beautifully melodic, with that hint of nervousness about the answer Blaine would give.
Blaine answered in the way he'd wanted to for so long.
He leaned in slowly so that his light olive forehead was gently touching Kurt's snow-white one, and felt Kurt's slight shiver. He took a moment to comprehend what was about to happen…
And captured Kurt's lips and soul with his own.
It started off as a gentle kiss, full of love and pure relief that they were finally together in every sense of the word. But as they both came to terms that they were both kissing the person they had wanted to for so long, the kiss deepened and a fiery passion came through. Kurt's tongue grazed Blaine's bottom lip and Blaine let out an involuntary moan. He slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth and Kurt enthusiastically responded, bringing them both down onto the piano stool and causing the piano to boom out a clash of notes, but Kurt and Blaine had never cared less. Kurt's hands were running through Blaine's hair and Blaine's arm snaked around Kurt's waist and it felt…perfect. They were kissing deeply and passionately, their legs feverishly twining together, when the door flew open.
Blaine looked sideways to see that Wes and David were grinning ear-to-ear. Blaine reluctantly pulled away from Kurt and rested his forehead against Kurt's. "Kurt, that was my way of saying-yes. I meant every word."
"That was a very good first kiss, wasn't it? Although it's not like it matters-we've had enough practice since then…" I smiled at Kurt, who was clearly thinking about something. Then, Kurt blushed so deeply he looked like he had sunburn. "I-I've just thought of another memory, but I don't want to mention it! Oh, crap, I've just gone and mentioned it now. Can we change the subject?" He looked so embarrassed, it was endearing.
"What's the memory, Kurt?" I pestered him for ages until he eventually subsided and whispered it in my ear. "Kurt, you're still embarrassed about saying that word? We've had sex enough times-" "SHUT UP, BLAINE!" Kurt had now gone the colour of a ripe tomato and buried his face in my shoulder. I jokingly said "I take it you're not up for anything tonight, then?" He tried to punch me in the stomach, which resulted in a very fun play-fight, which ended in a rather suggestive position, which Kurt realised and sheepishly rolled away. "You just can't keep your hands off me, can you? And we are reminiscing about that night, Kurt, whether you like it or not, because that is definitely up in my top five memories."
(Side note: I am currently about the same colour as Kurt was then, trying to think of what to write. Damn you, readers. Remember, I go through all of this for you. I CAN'T DO SEXY SCENES! But I'll try, and it's your own fault if it's crap. :))
The boys were idly attempting to do homework, sprawled out under a tree in Blaine's massive garden. After about half an hour, they mutually agreed they weren't going to get any work done, and lazily lay down under the boughs of a massive oak tree.
Kurt was reading a book, but could see Blaine staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He attempted to concentrate on the book, but Blaine was making it more and more difficult, nibbling on Kurt's earlobe and whispering in his ear. When Blaine pulled a puppy-dog face, Kurt giggled. "Okay, fine, you win, sod the book, you've got me to yourself now."
The book had barely hit the ground when Blaine crashed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt almost felt himself burning with the heat of that kiss, so much more than any kisses before. Normally their kisses were short, sweet, and peaceful. This was a fiery, passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Subconsciously, Kurt found himself biting Blaine's lip. Blaine slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth and Kurt let out a tiny moan, then he pulled away sharply.
"What's wrong?" Blaine's expression had changed to one of concern. "Kurt, if you're not comfortable…"
He let out a little yip of surprise as Kurt kissed Blaine with as much heat as before. When, after an age, he pulled away, he had a flustered grin. "I was scared. But I'm not any more." Then he glanced down and gave a squeal. "Oh my god, that's so embarrassing…" He blushed bright red and wished he would sink into the earth and stay there for a very long time.
But Blaine's expression stopped his embarrassment. He'd expected a look of pity, maybe even slight revulsion. After all, he wasn't sexy in the slightest, at least not compared to Blaine. But Blaine's look was one that could only be described as…pure lust.
Hmm, maybe he was a bit sexy.
He tentatively tried kissing Blaine again, and Blaine immediately responded enthusiastically and started kissing Kurt's neck. Kurt let out a little moan, but this time didn't pull back. Blaine slowly unbuttoned Kurt's shirt and then unbuttoned his own, and Kurt risked a glance. Blaine's skin was smooth and pretty much perfect, with toned muscles, just how he'd thought it would be...and now feelings were stirring in him that he'd done his level best to always keep firmly locked down.
Why the hell had he done that, again?
Blaine looked up at Kurt. "Kurt, are you sure you're okay? If you're not, we can just forget this…"
Kurt shut Blaine up with a kiss, smiled and said, "Trust me, Blaine, I'm way, way more than okay."
When they'd finished, Kurt risked a glance at Blaine's face. His skin was slightly flushed, and he looked shocked, but definitely happy. He'd kind of forgotten that this was Blaine's first as well.
Blaine saw Kurt's expression, smiled reassuringly and kissed Kurt. "Kurt, are you all right? Because I definitely am." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Yes, I'm good. Do you…uh…want to…get pizza or something?" He saw Blaine's incredulous expression, and they both burst out laughing.
Kurt smiled. He felt comfortable around Blaine, and thankfully, he didn't think they'd lost the friend part of their relationship after…that. He felt relieved. Blaine stood up and helped Kurt up, but froze. Blaine's mother was coming out into the garden!
"Oh, shit! Run! I'm not ready to die yet!"
Side note: Whew, thank god that's over. Sorry I cut out the juicy bit, but I have to maintain a T rating or I'll never be able to look my parents in the eye again, since they read my fics. Hi, daddy and mommy…and my little sister Helen reads them too…Plus, I'm not sure my frayed nerves could stand it.
EDIT: My mom read it. She was still mad, so it's been slightly toned down. Sorry readers!
"You are officially on the list, Blaine, for making me relive that memory. I still don't know how much your mother saw, and I really, really never want to know." Kurt gazed into the sky, where the sun had just started to set, turning the sky into a canvas of purples, oranges and pinks. "Ah, you know I love you really, Blaine. You're just such a pain in the neck!" Kurt giggled adorably and rested his head on my shoulder.
"I love you too, Kurt, and just to clarify, you can be just as irritating as me. Especially with that moisturising routine! Two hours every freaking morning…" I stopped when I saw the murderous look on Kurt's face and figured I didn't quite want to die yet. "Speaking of the three little words, what about that memory?"
"I can't BELIEVE you!" Kurt slapped Blaine in the face. Blaine staggered back, wincing. Sure, he knew that Kurt's bitch-slaps were legendary in their pain, but somehow being slapped in the first place by the boy he loved hurt a heck of a lot more.
"How could you tell 'Cedes that I've entered for NYU? You know full well that I didn't want to tell her because she's not going to uni! Now she's pissed at me and won't speak to me and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!" Blaine ducked instinctively when Kurt launched another explosive bitch-slap.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry, it honestly just slipped out-"
"I'm going to my dad's. I want to be alone for a while, Blaine. I'm just so mad that you would be so inconsiderate! Do you not care about my feelings? Why didn't you tell me you'd done it before 'Cedes came storming up to me?"
"Kurt, WAIT!" Blaine yelled as Kurt laid his hand on the doorknob. "You can't go! I love you way too much to let you go over something as stupid as this! I thought we were worth more than that."
Kurt had frozen. He slowly turned around, a softer look in his eyes, a mixture of shock and disbelief. "What did you just say? After the 'you can't go' bit?"
Blaine was scared he might have freaked Kurt out. "Umm…nothing…"
"Was it really nothing? Because I thought you said you loved me. And if you had, I was going to say I love you too." All traces of anger gone, Kurt gave a tiny smile. "I thought you knew that."
"I guess I always did, but we never really got round to saying it, did we?" Kurt met Blaine's lips with a contented sigh. The kiss was short, sweet and lovely. "Okay, Blaine, I guess I overreacted," Kurt smiled. Blaine cracked a smile. "Great! Now I know how to get out of you being mad at me now!" As soon as he said it, he gulped.
SLAP.
"I'm sorry! I won't make jokes any more! Ever! I promise!"
"Oh crap, is it seven already? Sorry, honey, I've got to go, I've got a history final tomorrow and I really need to cram for it. Love you," Blaine quickly kissed Kurt, and then sprinted off into the house. Kurt watched Blaine go, then hurriedly took out his phone and dialled Wes. He still didn't want Blaine to know.
"Kurt! I've been waiting for your call! I researched the things you asked me to, and I've got a lead on your case. You need to come round and look at it." Wes stopped for a second. "So, how's your day been? Unless you've been incessantly romping with your boyfriend, in which case I'd rather I didn't know."
Kurt felt sad at the slight bitterness in Wes' otherwise jokey tone. Wes and David had moved to a school called Simford High the last year, and the incessant bullying had been the downfall of their relationship. They'd broken up and found they couldn't just go back to being best friends, so they tended to avoid each other now.
"I've been fine, thanks, Wes. I'll come over and look at what you've found."
"I hope it's a good lead, Kurt. God knows you've waited long enough to find out what happened."
Wes hung up. Kurt gathered his things and snuck out of the back gate, all the while thinking. Maybe this would be the day he got some answers about what happened to her.
So, hope you liked the chapter, because you're going to have to fill up on happy-go-lucky now if you want to get through the angst I have in store for you. :) I'll have the next chapter up soon.
Karah/Biota xxx
