AN: Well, I was awfully surprised to see so many hits and alerts I received from this story in a mere couple of days! My email alerts aren't working, so I looked at my profile and was astonished by what I saw. I hope chapter one doesn't disappoint! The chapters will probably grow in length as I dive more in depth into the story. I don't know exactly how far I'm going with it, but we'll see!
DISCLAIMER: Glee is not mine.
"Honey, I'm home!" Blaine called upon swinging open the door of the apartment he shared with Kurt. The greeting served simply as a joke between the two, but every day Blaine wished that he could say it and mean it. A soft, musical laughter came from the kitchen, and Blaine couldn't help but smile as he hung his coat cleanly on the hook inside the coat closet door. Kurt was a neat freak, and Blaine respected that, though he didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to live with Kurt, which he did, with every fiber of his being.
Blaine wandered into the kitchen to find his friend - and nothing more, he constantly had to remind himself - in front of the oven, wearing sinfully tight skinny jeans, a cream-colored Armani sweater, and and apron.
It should be illegal for someone to look that good, Blaine decided, forcing himself to look away from Kurt's utterly defined butt in order to keep himself from losing it and pinning the countertenor against the wall and kissing him senseless.
"Whatcha cooking?" Blaine wondered aloud, wandering over to stand behind Kurt, peering over his shoulder into the pot on the stove.
"Spinach soufflé," Kurt replied with a sigh.
"Oh, no," Blaine said softly. He knew spinach soufflé, well, any type of soufflé, really, was Kurt's comfort food. Something had to be wrong with the glasz-eyed young man. Blaine, out of pure concern, snaked his arms around Kurt's waist and hugged him comfortingly from behind. "Hard day at the office, kid?"
Kurt rolled his eyes at the comment that usually made him laugh that contagious laugh, leaning against Blaine's chest. "I suppose," Kurt commented, paired with another sigh. "Actually, it's just Rachel again."
Blaine rolled his eyes at the mention of the petite brunette's name. "Fantastic. What's she bothering you about now?" Blaine asked, resting his chin on the younger boy's shoulder. Blaine had to remind himself constantly that this was meant to be a platonic, amicable gesture. He can't stand too close to Kurt.
"Why I've suspiciously never had a boyfriend," Kurt admitted with a roll of his emotional glasz eyes. It was a touchy subject for both of the boys; both of them knew why, but neither of them wanted to admit it to the other.
"Well, I've never had one either," Blaine said with a shrug, stating the obvious. Blaine was so painfully desperate that he didn't even want to bother leading another guy on. He knew how utterly considerate that would seem, but in reality, it was just selfish. He still wanted to save all his firsts for the guy currently in his arms. Thus far, he had done just that. "Come on, Kurt. I'll make us some coffee, and we can talk, okay?"
Kurt responded in the affirmative, turned off the stove, and reluctantly broke out of his friend's arms. Blaine moved over to the coffee maker, beginning to make Kurt's favorite brew, one Blaine wasn't particularly fond of, but it didn't matter to him, as long as the countertenor was happy.
"Ugh, look at this mess," Kurt groaned, his voice dripping with thick amounts of disgust. "I don't know why I even tried with this soufflé today. I should've known it wasn't going to work out."
"You just wanted to wear your apron," Blaine mused with a grin, knowing he was right. Kurt had a weakness for aprons, and Blaine had to admit, he did, too. At least, Blaine had a weakness for Kurt in an apron.
Blaine glanced over at Kurt in time to see him crack a grin. "You know me well, Anderson," Kurt said, giving him a sly wink. It took all of the curly haired boy's willpower not to take the wink in an extremely sexual manner, though that's how Kurt meant it, unbeknownst to Blaine.
"Years of practice, Hummel," Blaine retorted. He adored the fact that they had so many inside jokes. From greetings to nicknames to simple things they teased each other over, you name it, they've got it.
Minutes later, the pair sat at their little round kitchen table, set to seat two. A sea foam green mug sat in front of Blaine, and a chocolate brown one sat in front of Kurt.
"So, Blaine... About the whole... boyfriend thing," Kurt brought up in between sips of coffee. Blaine sipped his own coffee, wincing as he burned his tongue in the process.
"What about it?" Blaine managed whilst trying to cool off his burning tongue.
"Why haven't you ever had a boyfriend?"
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