AN: I own none of the movies mentioned in this chapter. The lovely characters of Glee are also not mine. I just wanted to send a quick Thank You! to everyone who has reviewed this little story so far. I feel so humbled by your words of praise. :] So this chapter's kind of long because this is the first nickname I thought up and I wanted to do it justice. I hope you like it!
Mr. Anderson
Hours later, Blaine had finished his final performance of the night and decided to surprise Kurt by driving to his house. He didn't normally have the time to do this but after recalling the way Kurt's gentle mouth would incessantly call him "my boyfriend" in their first month together he couldn't resist the thought of being with him. He calculated it- Blaine got out of work at nine, it takes an hour to get to Kurt's house, they could hang (make out) for about two hours which gave Blaine plenty of time for his forty minute drive home, so that he got back before one. After all, he had to get up early tomorrow to get to work.
As he drove along the highway, Blaine's mind began to wander, reminiscing on an eventful night a few weeks before Kurt transferred back to McKinley.
Blaine was in a post-regional's funk. And to top that off, the spring weather was starting to get to him. So he had texted Kurt and told him to stay away for the night- he was recuperating and they could hang out tomorrow.
He had been drowsily staring at the ceiling when he heard a knock on his door. Assuming it was Wes or David hoping for homework help he called out, "I'm sick, sorry can't help tonight."
Instead of either of them, his door swung open to reveal Kurt, looking immaculate in an ironed white shirt and tight grey pants. Boy, did that guy look good out of uniform. Actually, he pulled off the uniform well, but those pants definitely would not fly during school hours. Blaine had grinned goonishly and thought about how Kurt probably looked even better out of any clothes.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, what in the world are you thinking?" Kurt murmured as he gently closed the door then sat down by the invalid and ran his hand through Blaine's recently washed hair.
"Hm, bout you, boy." Even to Blaine, he sounded delusional.
Kurt laughed a pure tinkling laugh and confirmed what Blaine was hoping by confessing, "I'm here to take care of you."
Considering the fact that Blaine was a sneezing, wheezing and drowsy mess it was a fantastic evening. Kurt and Blaine shared a big bowl of minestrone soup. Kurt made Blaine some really delicious tea to soothe his throat, all the while singing him different snippets of musicals.
"Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down…"
"When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget every cloud I've ever seen, so they call me a cock-eyed optimist…"
"There were bells on the hill, but I never heard them ringing, no I never heard them at all, till there was you…"
And on and on. Blaine had always thought Kurt had an angelic voice, but tonight he sounded heavenly. Maybe it was the fact that this was a private performance that cheered Blaine up so much. Eventually Kurt subsided and just ran his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Hey, boyfriend, I got a movie for you to go asleep to."
Blaine smiled, "Kurt it's only nine."
"But you are pretty sick and I know exactly what will make you feel better, Mr. Anderson."
Even in his hazy state of mind, the name jolted Blaine. Kurt's voice was deeper when he said the name. Obviously people had used the Agent Smith voice on him before but not like that. With Kurt it was intimate, like he just knew it was a secret turn on for Blaine. How could Kurt transform his voice from that sweet pure soprano, to this impressive, rough and rumbling bass? No way he thought how does this boy know me so well?
Kurt popped the DVD into Blaine's small dorm TV and settled in next to Blaine, wrapping him in his arms. The opening scene of The Matrix began and Blaine found himself grinning foolishly again. He sighed happily and snuggled into Kurt's chest as one of his favorite movies started to play out before him. Strange as it may seem, but watching Neo's ascension from average day nobody to resilient world bender has always made him feel better when he was sick. And Blaine was thoroughly impressed Kurt remembered this random tidbit.
Throughout the film, whenever Agent Smith said "Mr. Anderson", Kurt mimicked his voice and squeezed Blaine tightly. Blaine was on cloud nine. That night was the start of the Mr. Anderson nickname.
For Kurt, it didn't really catch on at first. It took a completely different movie for Kurt to find the name suitable for his boyfriend in a romantic way.
Blaine hummed along to the car radio as he recalled another late night in Kurt's arms. This time it was a Saturday, the week after Kurt's return to McKinley. They had a nice date, went out to Breadstix and now were happily sitting together on Kurt's living room couch, chatting easily and playing with each other's hands.
Kurt's dad and Carole were out so they felt a little shy with each other. Blaine remembered vaguely that Finn was with Quinn at this point, so he had probably been out with her. Blaine thought sheepishly, It's hard to remember the details that aren't Kurt. Because Kurt had looked great that night and it had been desperately difficult for Blaine to keep his hands off of him while they were in public.
Now in the privacy of Kurt's house, Blaine was taking things slowly.
Kurt was explaining, "To me you look like Prince Eric, but I'd say you're smarter than him. When you get flustered though, it reminds me of Shang-"
"You're just saying that because I'm part Filipino!"
"Oh course, boyfriend."
Blaine flushed deeply, There he goes again. And ugh, maybe his comparisons were accurate.
Blaine calmed himself quickly and stood up so he was over Kurt. He liked to take the upper hand sometimes because he generally had to look up to catch his boyfriend's eye. Gazing down at Kurt now, he cupped his face and whispered, "To me, you're much more classical. A real prince, like a fairy tale. I think Prince Phillip is the most like you, especially the hair." He leaned his hand down to stroke the soft down of hair on the back of Kurt's neck and cradled his head, tilting it back so he had easy access to his mouth.
The kiss was tender, but strong. Blaine had so many emotions he wanted to relate to Kurt: he had missed him this past week, he wanted to tell him how much he meant to him, how much he would sacrifice for him.
Kurt seemed to understand the kiss and responded enthusiastically, sucking gently on Blaine's lower lip. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and pulled him to his lap and then eventually pushed him into the sofa so that he was on top of him.
Blaine smiled into the now heated kiss. So much for taking the upper hand, he thought. Not that he minded, this was amazing.
Unfortunately, the creak of the front door alerted them that they wouldn't be alone for long. Kurt jumped off of Blaine and they both started straightening their hair and articles of clothing. Burt sauntered in the room and proclaimed, "Oh, hey boys. What're'ya up to?"
Kurt pressed down on his thighs, a nervous habit Blaine found adorable and said, "We were just talking about maybe watching a movie." He gave Blaine a look that said 'go with it' and Blaine diligently nodded.
Carole stuck her head in the room and chimed in, "Fantastic! Pride and Prejudice is on TV, if you start it now, you shouldn't miss too much, we'll be right there." She told the boys the channel while Burt grunted and took his seat.
Blaine was surprised that night by how pleasant it was to watch the movie with Kurt and his parents. It felt very… domestic. In a good way. He actually felt completely comfortable holding Kurt's hand and snuggling up to him in front of his parents, mainly because they were pretty cozy themselves.
The movie itself was good, too. Blaine had to admit the scenery was breathtaking and he agreed with Kurt's comments on the costumes. True to form, Burt did fall asleep before the end, but Blaine got caught up in whether or not the Bennet sisters would end up with the right man.
By the end, Blaine was positively glowing. He was happy and safe in the arms of the man he loved, and Kurt's parents were perfectly fine with that. Unfortunately, it was late and Blaine needed to head back to Dalton so Kurt walked him out to the car.
When they reached Blaine's car they looked at each other tenderly, connected only by their clasped hands. The night seemed too lovely, pure and sweet to end so they had paused, savoring the moment.
Kurt spoke out first. Darkly, strongly he said, "And how are you this evening, my dear?"
Blaine smiled, slipping into Kiera Knightley's Elizabeth seamlessly. "I wish you would not call me 'my dear.'"
Without batting a lash, Kurt replied, "And what endearments are allowed?"
Blaine just grinned. He hoped in a sexy way. He remembered hoping Kurt understood just how happy he was in that moment.
Blaine dropped Kurt's hand and instead walked him to the side of his car, slipped his arms around his waist and held him there resolutely. Kurt had leaned back on the car and easily rested his elbows on Blaine's shoulders.
"Mr. Anderson," Kurt toned, and kissed his love on the cheek, nose, forehead, mouth, repeating the name in time to his affections. The only logical reaction for Blaine was to kiss him back, returning his emotions. It was utterly and completely romantic. Blaine moaned happily into one particular kiss wistfully hoping, Maybe one day I'll be as good at romance as Kurt.
They stayed like that for quite a while, until Burt flickered the outside lights, cueing Blaine's departure.
After that, it was hard for Blaine to hear his last name with thinking back to that romantic evening and Kurt's rose lips wrapped around his name. So now, not only could Kurt fluster his boyfriend by using his title, but he could also make him swoon by just calling him by his last name. Strange, right?
Heck, even when teachers talked to him, Blaine found his mind wandering.
"Mr. Anderson, will you please read aloud for the class?"
"Uhm… I'm sorry sir what was that?"
"Please read for the class, Mr. Anderson. We're on page 45."
"Oh… sure… hmm."
Though his teachers may not have caught on to the effect, Kurt certainly did. One day when Kurt was talking to him about trouble he was having at school over some nasty rumors flying around, Kurt pulled out the nickname.
Blaine was giving Kurt a reassuring look. "I know you're not cheating on me. I think it's great that you're helping out Sam and that you feel like you can trust me. I swear I won't tell any one."
Kurt flirtatiously flicked his eyes up to meet Blaine's. "I know, Mr. Anderson."
Those words. That's all it took for Blaine to shorten the distance between them and crush Kurt's lips with his own. For some reason, hearing Kurt call him that made him unmistakably crazy for Kurt.
But as with all sweet things, it did have its problems. Now whenever Kurt was trying to be serious with Blaine, he had difficulty calling Blaine by his full name, because well, it really turned Blaine on.
So, quickly enough, Kurt adapted a current nickname used for Blaine for his… own purposes.
