Dear Readers, here's chapter 2, thank you for everyone who is reading and following this story and to the lovely people who have reviewed...hope you enjoy this chapter, we learn a little more of Kurt's life and we get introduced to...well read to the end and you'll find out.
"Hello….and how are you this morning, or should I say lunch time..late lunch time" said Rachel teasingly as Kurt walked back into the apartment around 2pm. He had woken around 10.00 in Ben's bed, and just as they had discussed, they had spent the rest of the evening talking and kissing, and cuddling, watching snippets of a movie that was on in the background, the tension and nervousness had gone and they just enjoyed being with each other feeling cos. It was relaxed and comfortable. They had fallen asleep curled up facing each other and had done more of the same things, except for watching the movie when they woke up. Ben really wanted Kurt to spend the day with him, but Kurt had to get ready for the week ahead and in a strange way he felt like he needed just a little space and a bigger part of him felt that things were as near perfect as they had been in a very long time and the thing that he didn't want to do more than anything was to jinx things. Reluctantly Ben kissed him good bye and the good bye turned into another make out session before Kurt had finally left Ben's apartment.
Rachel had lived with Kurt for nearly 5 years now, it was their third apartment and they were now in Brooklyn, " not the hip part" Kurt reminded Rachel almost every time their address was mentioned. They had been friends from High School, and had a strange sibling friendship, strange because they undoubtedly considered each other family but they spoke to each other with an openness far greater than any siblings would. Kurt knew that even though Rachel could be suffocating and at times demanding she loved him. Rachel also knew that even though Kurt could be snipey and aloof with her at times he would also do anything for her. They could easily speak without saying anything to each other at all just through looks and gestures that they had learned by spending so much time together.
"Did you get my text" asked Kurt lightly trying to not linger in the kitchen.
" I got your text…and are we going to elaborate." Said Rachel as she wiped a plate as she cleared up some lunch things.
" Hmm, I stayed at Ben's place" Kurt took off his coat and unfolded it in his arms as he spoke. He was going to do his best not to divulge more than he needed to with Rachel but he also knew that was not going to be easy.
" I know you stayed at Ben's place, let's see your text says, said Rachel taking her phone and scanning along the texts that she found on it " Hi Rach..am staying at Ben's" So you stayed at Ben's and is there anything you want to tell me…" Rachel had her pretend serious face on and her arms were folded. She was trying her best to look huffy but failing.
"No…there's nothing I want to tell you, but you'll still make me won't you ?" The two of then were now facing each other and staring.
"You know I will.. coffee ?" She asked gesturing to the coffee pot that she had just filled.
"please…" replied Kurt, knowing that the battle was lost and that he might as well give in and tell Rachel something, or at least enough to stop her prying. Rachel poured two cups and placed the on the counter, pulling up a stool.
Kurt left to put his things in his room and returned. He decided that getting this over and done with was probably the best option. If he didn't tell Rachel now he'd have her hounding him for days.
"Well we had dinner, Ben made this really nice French stew thing that his mother had told him how to make, actually he'd told her about me and she suggested it.." Rachel smiled wishing him to get on with the story. " Then we had a chocolate pudding, one of those baked chocolate soufflé things that's all gooey in the middle, you know I make them sometimes.." Rachel nodded.
" And what was he wearing ?"
" You want to know what he was wearing ?"
" Not really but I can see that you are beating about the bush here… and I really don't want to know how to make a chocolate pudding…so spill"
" Ok, well if you must know he was wearing dark red skinnies and a white t shirt…he looked really good"
"Ah ha, made an effort then, with the dress and the dinner, any way you are still diverting….so "
" So ?"
" Kurt…spill, what happened ? did you sleep with him "
" Rach… I can't tell you that, it's private don't you think.?."
"Private for other people but not for me, come on I am not asking you all the gory details but did you sleep as in not actually sleep with him… as in .." Rachel trailed off
" God Rachel, what does that mean exactly…we had a really nice evening, ate a really lovely meal, watched films, talked and shared a bed clothed…"
" clothed?"
"Well not this stuff, he gave me a pair of his sweats and a top.."
"Aah… that's so sweet" she said scastically " but clothed ? erm it's not very passionate is it ?" said Rachel with a slightly strange look on her face.
" That's what we wanted, Ben's very respectful.. and anyway how was your evening ?"
" Not so fast now…we're not done"
Kurt groaned. At that moment he felt his phone vibrate and opened it to find a message from Ben.
Rachel sighed loudly.
" I suppose that's lover boy checking that you managed to get home alright, it being the middle of the day and all that…"
"Hope you got home alright, I loved our evening xx"
Kurt tapped out a quick reply ignoring Rachel's comment.
" Me too, speak later, am being interrogated by my flat mate xx"
" So, it's an old fashioned romance then is it ?" asked Rachel again, drawing Kurt back to give her some attention.
"I don't know" Kurt shrugged, " I think he'd wanted to do more, but he didn't push it, and it felt good.."
" Did you want to do more then ?. you do like him don't you I mean like him" said Rachel excitedly.
"yes, Rachel I like him, I don't know… we sort of thought that just spending the night together, you know, well it seemed right. We didn't exactly just hold hands by the way… I really like him, he's sweet and thoughtful and very attractive…. And I trust him, which makes him one up on my ex.." Kurt cast his eyes down to the table as he spoke, his mind momentarily flitting back in time.
There was a pause until Rachel spoke again.
" Well he's sounds the prefect gentleman, the perfect slightly prudish gentleman and I am glad, well not the prudish bit, but you seem to not be too bothered by that, but I mean you deserve someone nice and from what I have seen of Ben, he's seems a really good guy and he adores you that's obvious, he just looks at you the whole time and I honestly think that if you say something funny he's almost resisting the urge to clap….So Kurtie's got himself a boyfriend, a cute boyfriend…" she said the last bit playfully squeezed Kurt's hand's fondly.
" Thanks Rach, I'll make sure you get to meet him properly. I'm going to sort some stuff out in my room, if I can go now ?" he said gently getting up from the table. Rachel smiled softly again. She thought she had probably gotten as much as she could from Kurt for now. He looked happy, happier than she had seen him in a long long time and it made her happy too. " We're done…for now we're done" she said looking at Kurt again with a slight teasing tone in her voice.
Kurt's eyes rolled up as he left to go to his room.
2 months later…
Blaine slumped into his seat at the coffee shop and looked at the empty table in front of him before leaning towards his soft leather bag to take out a handful of notebooks. He had a sip of his coffee. He had been in New York for nearly 10 months now. He was working as a music teacher and wrote music in his spare time mostly songs which he played in piano bars around the city. He loved music and when he finished his college degree he stood firm and decided not to train as a lawyer like his father had been urging him to do. Things had turned out pretty good really, he had a "proper" job to keep his parents happy but actually a proper job that he liked doing, he lived with his friend Wes and he was living in the greatest City on earth…well at least a City an enormous amount more interesting than Ohio, to be honest he thought it wasn't too difficult to find anywhere more interesting than Ohio. He looked at the pile of books and began slowly working his way through them, writing little comments in the margins and underlining little bits and drawing a ring around others. He was lucky he taught a good bunch of kids but not so good that they were dull. He carried on working for a hour until he had drunk most of his coffee and what was left in the cup had gone cold.
So, you got a bit of Blaine, I had to introduce him...there's more about Blaine (of course) next chapter. Please please review... Next update will be this week.
