I don't know most of the airports mentioned here so I just made up joints and stuff.
Also, my Kurt loves juice and fruits instead of coffee. But it's still Kurt, guys, it's okay. He's still Kurt.
Burt dropped the truck keys on the dining room table and took a glimpse at the stairs. He listened intently. There was nothing but soft music coming from Kurt's bedroom.
-I'll fix some dinner.- said Carole, obvlivious of Burt's slight tension, and went into the kitchen.
Burt nodded absentmindedly and started walking slowly towards the stairs. He went up, listening. He couldn't hear the boys' voices. He was torn between the adrenaline of busting the kids mid-action and going all Harry Potter mode on their Romione, and the fear of finding them mid-action, and the awkwardness of it all. He hoped he didn't find them at it at all...
He stepped just against the door, knocking surely three times. No response. He opened the door and stopped in his tracks by the sight that met him.
"That was amazing", Blaine exhaled, panting, and dropping to his knees right behind Kurt. He rested his face on one of Kurt's buttcheeks, holding on to Kurt's hips feebly, for a split-second, just before Kurt dropped to the floor as well. Blaine adjusted himself, sitting with his legs apart to welcome Kurt's body right in front of him. Kurt let himself fall back against Blaine's chest, moist with warm sweat. He rested his head in the nook of Blaine's neck and Blaine planted a kiss on his forehead. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, breathing kind of fast and leaning them both into the wooden counter doors.
They were exhausted. They had had sex standing up, after all. Anal sex standing up, to be fair. That was quite a feature. Kurt's legs as well as Blaine's had turned to jelly with those orgasms. They had come wild and dirty; Blaine inside Kurt, and Kurt all over Blaine's fist and his bathrooms wall and floor. It was nasty.
"Ugh, we're gonna have to clean this up" sighed Kurt, his shallow breaths becoming steady. Blaine looked around and had a mix of 'Ew' and 'holyshitthat'ssohot' in his head. Kurt's come was trickling down the wall, and Blaine's own hand had it's fair share of the pearly liquid.
He looked at his hand, lifted it towards him and licked. All Kurt was able to do was stare with those sparkly, sleepy blue eyes, and then turn completely around to kiss his boyfriend. They shared a kiss filled with passion and a salty taste.
"God, you taste delicious" Blaine groaned softly and Kurt opened his mouth slightly, letting Blaine's tongue slip inside it and he tasted himself in Blaine's mouth.
"Shower, now." Kurt said, breaking the kiss and springing to his feet. He held a hand out to help Blaine up.
"We should clean this up first. It's already starting to look like it was the tile's original design," said Blaine, standing up, looking at the mess.
Kurt turned to look at the wall and floor and gave a tiny nod. Then he glanced at Blaine, embarrassment coloring his cheeks, and a cute, shy smile forming on his lips.
After cleaning up, they took a shower together. They washed each other's hair, and soaped one another's back, rinsing everything off standing flush together under the stream so as to 'not waste too much water'.
They got dressed. Each in their previous pieces of clothing. But no shirts were tucked in and no belts were put on. They stayed barefoot and cuddled up on the bed, Blaine stroking Kurt's hair, and leading him into blissful drowsiness. They both fell asleep into a comfy nap, cozy, in their warm embrace.
The sight that met Burt was heart-warming.
The boys were asleep, looking peaceful and at home with each other.
Blaine was lying on his back with an arm behind his head, with his mouth slightly open, steady breaths making his chest rise lightly and come back down. Kurt was right next to him, with one arm over Blaine's chest and one of his legs curled up over his. He was snoring softly, face against the curly haired boy's chest. Blaine's free hand was resting on Kurt's locks, as though they had fallen asleep with Blaine stroking it.
Burt was touched, he pursed his lips in his usual fashion and walked towards the bathroom, where the soft music was coming from. The whiff of cleaning product danced up his nose ("Those angels even cleaned the bathroom. Kurt is definitely getting a raise in his allowance this month") and turned the iPod off. He walked silently into the bedroom again and out into the hallway, taking one last glance at the boys, who shifted ever so slightly.
He didn't notice the way their clothes were worn in a 'relaxed' way, with no shoes, no belts, and shirts that weren't tucked in.
He pulled the door towards him so as to leave it ajar.
He went back downstairs. He'd wake them up when dinner was ready.
"Okay, so do you have everything that you need? Do you have your passport? Do you have all your papers? Your plane ticket? That's a mighty long flight you got ahead of you, boys."
"Yes, dad, I've got everything. And I made a playlist just for the flight to Mexico, so I think I'll be allright."
Kurt was eye-rolling at his father's last minute list-checking, having been through it 5 times already. But at the same time, he was grateful he was attentive, because it meant he cared. Kurt gave him a hug, juggling with his carry-on baggage when he broke away.
Burt had drove him from Lima to Toledo Express Airport that morning to drop him off. When they arrived, they had met Blaine and his mom who were waiting for them. Now that they were all there, they started saying their goodbyes.
"You take care of yourself, alright, honey? Call me when you land." She kissed him once on the forehead and once in each cheek. She turned to Burt, who was standing next to an excited Carole ( she was giving Kurt a goodbye bear hug with a huge grin on her face).
"Blaine will take care of your son, Burt, don't you worry about it." Blaine's mom said with a reassuring tone. "And my ex-husband will be meeting them at the airport over there, I just talked to him this morning over the phone."
"That's nice. Thank you, Ms. Anderson", answered Burt, not really knowing what else to say.
"Please, call me Miranda," she added with a smile. Burt just nodded courteously with his signature, pursed-lips smile, and turned to look at the boys.
"Ready?" he asked at them. The boys smiled, part shyly, part uberly excited, at the parents staring at them, and nodded.
"All right, then. Have a nice flight, and a nice trip. And, you know, take care, kiddo." Burt added, giving a tight hug to Kurt, and then one to Blaine.
"Okay baby, take care of yourself and watch out for Kurt, okay? Show him around and make him feel comfortable." Miranda said, waving goodbye, while the two boys walked past the permitted limits for non-flyers, looking and waving back. Burt waved as well, putting an arm around Carole's waist, and her, rubbing his stomach reassuringly, with a smile on her face while looking at the boys.
Kurt smiled brightly at at their surroundings while they walked briskly, hand in hand towards their waiting area. He couldn't help to feel that elated. Blaine had taken Kurt's hand right after their carry-ons had been scanned and they had put their belts and shoes back on. An old lady had done a double-take at their interlocked fingers, and Kurt had been the only one to notice. Blaine hadn't even glanced around, and Kurt had occupied himself looking around and throwing quick glances at his boyfriend's handsome face every now and then with a smile.
They arrived at the waiting area for their flight and realized they still had half an hour before they had to board.
"Do you want something to drink?", Blaine asked Kurt.
Kurt gave a brief look around and answered gave a happy sigh, "Juice". He was staring at a juice joint with high tables and a bar. The place was tiny, yet it had a first class feel to it, and there was was tropical music coming from inside. Blaine pulled him gently by the hand and they walked in that direction, skimming the place to find an empty table.
They sat on high, camel color, leather chairs, and set down their carry-on bags beside them.
A waiter in black dress trousers and a white tucked in shirt with a pineapples tie arrived promptly at their table.
"Good morning, gentlemen. What would you like to drink?"
"Good morning. I'll have the... Energy Booster juice, please" said Kurt after looking at the giant, colorful menu board over at the bar.
"Absolutely. And you, sir?" said the waiter, leaning in. Blaine skimmed through the long list of juices and smoothies and chose. "Good morning. I'll have the Mango Banana Madness smoothie, please." The waiter nodded and walked back to the bar to prepare the drinks while Blaine adjusted himself in his high seat and Kurt looked at him with a fond smile. He could be so dapper, always, but sometimes he had cute child-like details like that.
"So, Kurt." Blaine smiled at his boyfriend, setting his arms on the table. The pale boy smiled at him accross it in return. "I have to talk to you about something."
"Yeah, sure, what is it?", answered Kurt, leaning slightly forward. Blaine suddenly looked serious and looked down at the table for a second. Then he turned his hazel eyes again at Kurt, who was looking at him, expectant.
Blaine took a deep breath and started talking.
"Do you remember when I told you that Mexico is going through tough times, violence-wise?"
Kurt nodded to prompt Blaine on. They had kind of talked about it. Blaine had mentioned Mexico's state of violence once, but they hadn't gotten too deep into the subject. Blaine had said it wasn't that important because the city they were going to wasn't nearly one of the most dangerous ones at the current moment. The waiter arrived with their drinks and the bill.
The boys thanked the waiter and Blaine continued.
"My father called me this morning with news that caught me a bit off-guard." Blaine continued, looking uncomfortable. Kurt frowned a little, having stopped sipping at his juice and leaning in a bit more. "There's really nothing we should worry about," Blaine added, mixing his smoothie with the straw, "it's just that now, the cards have been changed, say, and I think it is only polite to inform you of everything, in further detail, about the situation in Mexico right now."
Kurt raised his eyebrows, taking the information in. So... He wasn't supposed to worry about anything, but he had to "be informed", and it wasn't something to get worried about, but it had made Blaine look at that level of discomfort.
"Okay..." Kurt said calmly but a little confused and sipped quietly, eyeing Blaine.
"All right...", Blaine looked at his drink and played a little with the glass. "Where should I start...". Kurt was now a little tense. How bad was it?
"Remember how there are drug barons- multiple gangs, enemy gangs of drug barons, that are kind of... making a mess in the country?"
"That's just as far in we went into the subject, yes", Kurt responded.
"Ok. Um... So these enemy gangs, the reason they're making a mess, is because they are looking to gain territory, and be the main providers in the country."
Kurt took a small sip and then leaned back on his chair, listening. Blaine eyed him cautiously and continued.
"So they acually... physically fight for said territory. They have shootouts... in the middle of the city, on the streets. Among the gangs this just means fighting for the space, but of course for the citizens it's... A state of constant alert. The people are victims of the drug lords' wars, it's like they're living amidst regular terrorist attacks."
Kurt's eyebrows were in high arcs.
"I'm so sorry I'm telling you this just now. My father's phonecall-" Blaine started.
"Well, good thing we're going to one of the safe cities, right?" Kurt interrupted with a soft smile, grasping the sunny side of it all. "We don't have to worry about it then."
Blaine looked at him, and dropped his gaze, fiddling with his napkin. Kurt could tell from the beginning of this conversation that there was definitely something to worry about, but he had still hoped there wouldn't be. Now seeing Blaine's uneasy expression, facing the table, kind of confirmed otherwise. Blaine pursed his lips and looked up to Kurt with apologetic eyes.
"My father told me over the phone this morning... Something he should've told me before. See... The city where we're going is in fact, one of the most affected by this social situation, if not the most." Blaine said sadly but matter-of-factly. "I am so sorry to be telling you this, the last thing I wanted was to ruin your vacations. I don't even know why he didn't tell me this before. I was torn today, I didn't know if I should tell you or not, because maybe you wouldn't have come with me. But that was so selfish of me, I'm sorry-". Blaine was speaking really fast now, mixing feelings of anxiousness, worrying about Kurt, apologizing and being angry towards his own father. Kurt put his hands over Blaine's flailing ones, to which Blaine responded with a deep sigh.
"Blaine... You are not ruining my vacations. First of all, if you hadn't invited me to Mexico (hello, you're taking me far far away from Ohio to something close to tropical paradise), I would've spent my summer without you, probably being coerced into helping my dad at the workshop, or hanging out at the mall with Mercedes, which, you know, I usually do almost every weekend... I would be missing you, Blaine." Blaine shifted under Kurt's gentle grip, and was still eyeing him apologetically albeit warm hearted.
"It's not your fault that your dad didn't inform you of this before. And well, I trust your judgement and if you are not cancelling this trip because of the state of insecurity, then it means it's safe enough for us to go. Although I have to admit I'm not thrilled with the prospect of impromptu shootouts when we're taking romantic walks around the city (-Blaine chuckled-) I can adapt to whatever plans you have in store for us in our holiday in Mexico."
Blaine smiled that smile he had given to Kurt when he said yes to going to prom with him. Kurt smiled back and felt Blaine tighten their grip playfully.
"All right. I just want to add that there are measures we can take to stay safe, and we're gonna do everything right to have a great vacation." Blaine said, his words a little lighter. Kurt could tell what had worried Blaine the most was actually telling Kurt the news. "I was afraid you were going to freak out and bail on me." Blaine admitted a little embarrassed.
"Are you kidding me?" Kurt answered, mockingly aghast "A summer vacation in Mexico? Going there alone with my boyfriend? Hello? Blaine, we're making a trip together! I foresee good times no matter how messed up things are on the other side of the border."
Blaine laughed, more relaxed for now.
They smiled at each other and pressed their interlocked fingers closer together before letting go and back to their drinks. They had to be boarding soon.
"But we're not exactly gonna make romantic walks around Tampico," Blaine said while they walked back to the waiting area, hand in hand, their carry-on luggage hanging from their shoulders, "People mostly move by car or public transport. But we are gonna walk a lot when we get to the other parts of the tour I got us planned."
The idea of making such a trip like this, alone with their boyfriend, to a foreign country... It just excited each boy way more than they could say.
And Kurt was not about to go and back out of it just like that. Although the new information was unnerving, he trusted Blaine.