Kurt, his Blaine, and Blaine's 'Cerberus'

by LivAndLetDie

Chapter 2

Kurt's date with Blaine turned out to be the most amazing night of his life. Of course, there had been men before Blaine, guys Kurt had dated during university, and even two serious relationships, but from the moment Kurt saw Blaine it had been magnificent. There weren't just sparks; there were fireworks like it was 4th of July and New Year all in one day. It truly was perfect. Well, almost.

Let's rewind.

The night started very promising, when Blaine knocked on his front door at precisely eight. In his hands, he was holding a single white rose. Kurt couldn't remember the last time someone had given him flowers, probably, he later figured, because he never actually had received any. Except that one time, when he was in hospital, getting his appendix removed, and his step brother Finn gave him a cactus, but that really didn't count.

Blaine was dressed really well in a red button up shirt, dark blue, almost black pants and a matching blazer. Kurt definitely appreciated how well the outfit fitted him.

They drove in Blaine's Audi, Kurt showing the way. Music from the 50s was playing on Blaine's ipod, Kurt hadn't met anyone, who was listening The Flamingos 'I Only Have Eyes For You' in his car before, but everything about Blaine was just so charming.

They got a really good seat in 'The Bar Code', a booth in a dark and secluded corner. The only other people there were few elderly couples; people in sixties and seventies fussing over and feeding deserts to each other. Adorable! Kurt could feel few stares from time to time, and the conversations definitely stopped for a moment, when they walked inside, but he knew, that it was not because, they were two men on a date. The news of a new arrival in the town simply had traveled with the speed of light; everyone was interested in this new, young man, who had bought that old wreck of a house. Kurt, secretly, was glad, that Blaine was seen in his company so early on, before some of those old crocks decide, that this new guy could be a good match for their granddaughters. So he was staking his claim; sue him.

Their conversations flowed just as freely as the day, they met. There was no awkward silence. Kurt was honestly surprised, how many things they did have in common. It turned out, that they were both from Ohio and had lived just two hours away from each other. They shared a love for music, art and theater. Kurt told Blaine about his family; about his dad, Carole and Finn. When Kurt told Blaine, his step brother went he was a hardcore Buckeyes fan; Kurt was a bit scared about how much Blaine seemed to be 'fangirling' over his brother.

Blaine didn't talk a lot about his own family, he said that he moved out of his parent's house as soon as possible and never looked back.

While they were drinking coffee and waiting for their desserts, Blaine put his hand gently on Kurt's and didn't take it off for the rest of a night. He was playing with taller man's fingers and running his thumb in circles over soft skin inside Kurt's palm. The lights were dimmed and soft. The atmosphere, beautiful night, delicious chocolate cake for dessert – everything was perfect. There wasn't just sparks, there was lightning!

And then there was drive home and their night had to end, or maybe not.

Blaine parked car in front of his house ad turned the ignition off. He looked at Kurt and said, "I will risk sounding like a total creep, but if I don't ask, I know that I will regret it for a long time. Do you want to come inside? I actually have furniture in relatively normal places now."

Kurt felt like he was teenager again. Well, not like his own teenage self – teen Kurt never dated and never experienced those amazing 'will he or won't he kiss me' moments, but this is probably what it would feel like.

"Yes, I would love that." Kurt replied, shyly. And why was he shy again, it's not like he has never 'come inside for a coffee'?

"Okay then." Blaine gave him a blinding smile and got out of the car. They both walked towards the door. Blaine pulled out his house keys and unlocked it. He turned around to look back at Kurt and their eyes locked. Something snapped inside them, they both leaned closer at the same time and their lips locked. The kiss grew more passionate quickly and Kurt pressed Blaine up against his house doors, their tongues intertwined. Blaine reached for the door handle; he opened doors and they both stumbled inside. Kurt started to remove Blaine's blazer, while the other man's were twisted in his hair. They were walking backwards, kissing, until Blaine whispered, "Upstairs. Bedroom."

It was a miracle that they didn't fall and break their necks, walking upstairs, while still kissing, removing their clothes and groping each other.

Kurt was in process off unbuttoning last buttons of Blaine's shirt, his blazer was already somewhere on the floor by the doors. Kurt's own shirt was already all the way open and Blaine was gripping his naked stomach. And that's when they both heard the whine.

It was a long, pitiful whine that sounded insanely loudly in the otherwise empty house. They stopped kissing and Blaine flipped on the bedroom lights.

Karan was lying on his left side in the middle of Blaine's bed. His body took almost all of the space in it. His large head was hanging over the side of the bed, and he was whining as if in great pain.

Blaine immediately went to his side, knelt by his head and started stroking him."What's the matter, boy?" He asked.

Karan just kept on whimpering and softly groaning.

"Is he okay?" Kurt asked. He didn't exactly get along with the dog, but he didn't want him to die. A dead dog in the bed was definitely a mood killer.

"I don't know. It looks like he's in pain or sick. I think I should call the vet." Blaine said. Already reaching for his phone.

And with that their night was over. Blaine called the vet, who promised to come and check on him tonight. Blaine, of course, apologized for the ruined end of the night, but Kurt understood. Or at least he pretended to understand.

Kurt said goodbye and leaned in for one final kiss, but at precisely moment Karan gave an even louder whine than before, so Blaine sprang back just as their lips were about to touch and moved to his dog's side.

Kurt had to let himself out.

The next morning he called Blaine to find out, what had happened after that. The vet arrived shortly after he left and checked Karan out and see, what's wrong. After nearly an hour long visit his diagnosis – nothing.

The dog was fine, there was nothing wrong. Blaine said that Karan was already better before the doctor arrived, but he had to be checked out anyways.

Karan was whining like he was dying, but had got better as soon as Kurt left.

Now, you could think that Kurt was paranoid, but he still remembered Karan's soft growl in his ear and how he had been jumped as soon as he admitted of not wanting to get dirty.

Also the fact that his morning newspaper was shredded and soaked in dog's slobber even before he went out to get it in the morning was a pretty big giveaway.

The dog had faked it.

Cockblocking son of a bitch!

Wrote this as a quick update while on bus. It's super short, just 1500 words, I meant to write longer chapter for this story, but I guess I will update more regulary but with shorter chapter.

I have no idea - just somethig that I came up with quickly. Now I'm going back to writing Perfectly Wrong - I feel so much pressure vto write that story well, but this is just something I do just because. If someone else apreciates it - even better.

Yeah, not beted.I just say that making stupid mistakes is kinda ''my thing.''

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