Hello guys good to see you again!
I am updating sooner with another chapter, because I have a feeling a need to make up for the long wait between first and second chapter, to you guys.
So without unnecessary rambling here is Chapter 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee if I did, The Warblers would be still in it.
That was, wow... super odd, Blaine thought and wished Kurt had told him something. But that would be more difficult accomplish as it seemed Kurt was reluctant. He sighed and moved on to the other side of the room where the photo had hit the wall. He was glancing at the mess on the carpet for a little while when he realized he was still alone and Kurt wasn't there. He frowned and moved to the staircase.
"Kurt?" he called down. "You coming upstairs?"
"Yeah. Wait a minute." Kurt called back from the living room and Blaine heard a ting.
After one minute Kurt showed in the door and carried a bottle and two glasses.
"What is in there?" Blaine asked with a curious look and raised his eyebrow.
"Don't know. I have a feeling we will find out." Kurt said with a shrug and grin, but Blaine noticed that his smile didn't touch his eyes.
Kurt opened the bottle and infused liquid into the glasses.
"Here we go. Cheers." Kurt said and handed out the glass for Blaine to take it.
"When you said, something to drink, I thought something more like... I don't know non-alcoholic." Blaine said when he took a glass and smelled an alcohol. He wrinkled his nose. "You don't drink."
"Well," Kurt took a deep breath., "there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" he smiled half-heartedly. "And as you sure remember I told you I was drunk once, and hurled all over Ms. Pilsburry's shoes. I am sure after very horrifying breakdown she took some anti-contamination showers in the hospital." He grimaced.
Blaine choked back a laugh and took a sip. He spluttered at the same time as Kurt. His throat burned and tears were falling down his cheeks. He looked at Kurt, well he tried to but his vision was swimming, but he was sure he was tearing up as well and he was blinking furiously back at him. When they eyes met, they both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"You'd better make tea." Blaine breathed out a new set of tears falling down his cheeks, now from laughter, when he tried to catch his breath.
"Y-yeah s-sorry." Kurt coughed and tried to wipe his eyes but he gave up when his eyes get more agitated from rubbing harshly.
"I made a mistake, I s-should've waited for you to try it first." Blaine said with a rough voice, his mouth still on fire.
"H-old on." Kurt took his glass with a wry face and went to the bathroom hurriedly. "Here." he pushed the glass filled with water back to his hand.
They both sighed in relief when cold water hit their burning throats and their eyes were settling back into normal thanks God.
"What the hell was that? Gasoline?" Blaine asked when he was finished with his water.
"Don't know. Hope I haven't just poisoned both of us." Kurt said and Blaine took the bottle to look at the label.
"This Irish product, has a 70% alcohol concentration and is made of potatoes ―" he cut off and moved his eyes from the bottle to Kurt, staring at him and raised an eyebrow. "Really Kurt?"
Kurt was glancing back at him, his jaw dropped for a moment and he burst into something between laughter and a cough and he started to tear up again. "It was in the cabinet for as long as I remember so I thought we could finish it off."
"Disgusting." Blaine shivered. "I think your dad has a reason he haven't touched that."
"Okay. Give it back to me." Kurt took the bottle from his hands big grin on his face. "Wanna try it again?" Kurt asked wiggling his eyebrows, smirking.
"Are you crazy?" he shook his head. "Don't want to die. I am still too young." he grinned. "Will you?"
"First time is the worst, the second one should be better... perhaps," he added thoughtfully.
"No. You are not going to drink that again. I think you'll poison yourself and I am going to be the one, who would take you to the hospital. They would give you a bed next to your dad." Blaine gave him a stern look.
"Rude. You're aware that that had a double meaning, right?" Kurt raised his eyebrow. "I should be hurt right now."
"Sorry Kurt. You know I didn't meant it like that." Blaine's voice was small as he threw an apologetic look at Kurt. The last thing he wanted was to made him sad about fact that his dad was in hospital.
"I got it." Kurt smiled, but frowned. "Anyway, how did you know what happened? You were with my dad when he... ehm you know?"
"Not exactly. Carole was with him. I was in you― erm... well they asked me here for dinner." Blaine blurted out praying Kurt didn't notice unspoken '-in your bedroom'. He would probably find that stalkerish... and rightly so, Blaine guessed.
"Really. Why?" Kurt gave him curious and confused look.
"Have no clue."
And that was truth. Blaine had no idea why they did that especially considering what happened between him and Kurt. He should ask them sometime. Kurt didn't say anything just stood there in his fashion and sweet and hot clothes, Blaine wanted to ripped them off and...very, very tight pants...
Crap Blaine. This is worse than I thought. His heart sped up so much that he was frightened Kurt could hear it and his palms started to sweat. Kurt's eyes was bright as they always were when he was happy. He could literally feel the spark and tension between them in that moment and Blaine was sure Kurt felt it too, because he had torn his eyes from Blaine's and looked nervous. But he noticed they flicked with new emotion. The same one he saw a half an hour ago and the one he was sure Kurt could see in his eyes.
"Well. You were always welcomed here. That haven't changed. Besides you can charm the pants off of everybody, so, you know how Carole is. And dad likes you, you are a great guy, that is just a fact. I... ehm... I'm gonna put that back." Kurt motioned to the bottle, grabbed the alcohol and left the room so quickly Blaine had no time to say something.
OH GOD. Blaine wiped his palms dry on his pants. He couldn't sit still so he jumped up and started pacing back and forth. What am I going to do now? But he had no time to think it through because Kurt came back and he reacted instinctively before he could stop himself.
"Blaine? Whe―"
Blaine grabbed him and turned him around and Kurt squeaked a bit in surprise, his eyes wide, but he didn't push him away. Blaine captured his lips in his and pushed him against the wall gently. Kurt stiffened for a moment but relaxed a second later in a gentle touch. He wrapped both his hands around Blaine's neck pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Blaine, encouraged with the fact that Kurt didn't pull away, wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
In fact there could be no tomorrow for him, and Blaine was afraid of the moment when Kurt decided to stop what he was just doing with his talented mouth. But he didn't. Kurt was kissing him back with as much intensity as Blaine.
"You really want that?" Blaine breathe out against Kurt's lips, when they pulled away for air.
Kurt replayed with covering Blaine's lips with his own again.
"Hm...but," Blaine muttered, "you've got a boyf―"
"I haven't." Kurt cut him off and pressed his body to Blaine's.
Blaine's heart fluttered. He didn't need to hear anything more. Kurt's lips were so soft and sweet and full of lust, just as much as his own were. He'd never forgotten the taste of Kurt, he'd dreamt about it sometimes. He knew he would never be able to get enough of it. Kurt is single. That guy is NOT his boyfriend. With this ascertained, Blaine moved his lips with enthusiasm from Kurt's lips to his jaw then to his silky neck.
Kurt's hot breath hit Blaine's cheek in a way that sent shivers down his spine. His heart was hammering against his ribs so loudly he thought Kurt would be able to hear it, because he could hear Kurt's heart in his chest. Blaine pulled back and pressed their sweating foreheads together and moved his one hand and enlaced in Kurt's hair, the other hand on his cheek. They were both breathing heavily, their hot breath hitting each other's lips and filling the small space between them. They looked at each other with wide eyes their pupils dilated with lust.
But whatever is happening here, Blaine wanted to set things straight.
"I know this doesn't mean we are together again, but I'm still not sure if this is real or not. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and find out this is all just a wonderful dream," he added, laughing nervously, his heart breaking on his own words.
"I can tell you this is real." Kurt whispered and smiled softly at him, his eyes bright and rich blue. There was no sign of gray or green. Kurt was absolutely happy. Happy to be here with him in his arms.
Blaine tightened his fingers in Kurt's hair and kissed him again this time more passionate than before, he wanted to be sure it was not a dream. That Kurt wasn't going to vanish any second. He wasn't expecting this to happen, but who was he to say no to hot make out session with the love of his life. It seemed like ages to him since he'd seen Kurt happy in his company. On the photo with his friends, he seemed to be a little... but nothing like he was now. With Blaine.
Blaine gently grabbed Kurt's arms, their bodies still pressed to each other tightly, and turned him around away from the wall, and lead him in the direction his bed. He hesitantly moved his shaking hands to Kurt's shirt and with trembling fingers reached for buttons. He could feel Kurt smiling against his lips. Blaine broke the kiss and licked his lips. Yes, he tasted the same if not even better than before.
During these torturing months when he thought he would never be able to touch him or speak to him at all, without all those daggers flying in his direction every time when their gazes met. Of course during Christmas they'd become closer again, only thanks to Burt, but the tension between them was still visible. When he told him that he is going to apply to NYADA he wasn't sure what Kurt thought. He looked locked inside himself. Blaine couldn't tell anything, Kurt could completely control his emotions then, what shocked Blaine because he could always read Kurt. And at the wedding... well nothing much had changed really.
Blaine smiled at Kurt, who was looking back at him biting his lip, breathing heavily. They moved slowly and when the back of his knees hit the edge, Blaine practically threw Kurt on the bed. Kurt laughed and the imaginary wall between them fell completely. He climbed onto the bed without hesitancy. He leaned and kissed Kurt hungrily, who slipped his hands under Blaine's shirt moving his long fingers over Blaine's stomach in a way that made every touch, every brush of skin on skin, like a jolt of electricity racing across his nerves.
A low moan escaped from Kurt's mouth and Blaine shivered with pleasure and love, so he squeezed Kurt's arm a little tightly and Kurt hissed and winced slightly. Blaine noticed that and frowned, but didn't pay more attention to that and moved his fingers now travelled across Kurt's bare chest to his stomach and moved his lips over Kurt's jaw to his neck and Kurt wanted this too. Oh God Blaine had no idea how much he wanted to, but...
Blaine ran his lips across Kurt's chest. His skin was so smooth and pale and beautiful and warm and inviting and―
"Blaine?" Kurt breathed out under him.
Blaine hummed to his neck and smiled a little.
"Get off me." pulling him away lightly.
"What?" Blaine stiffened with his lips on Kurt's jaw, his heart missed a jump. He slowly lifted his head up and looked at Kurt.
"Get... please just... let go―" Kurt gasped and pulled Blaine hard away and he fell on his back on the other side of the bed with a low squeak.
"Kurt what... I am sorry!" Blaine didn't know what he was apologizing for, but he surely was too forward towards Kurt. He didn't have a chance to continue because Kurt bolted up and paled even more than he already was. He took several deep breaths and put his own head in his hands.
Blaine noticed he covered the place where he got injured.
"Is your head hurting?" Blaine got frightened. "Doctor should check you when we were in the hos― Kurt!"
"The... New Y― shit!" Kurt covered his mouth with the other hand and ran into the bathroom, Blaine hurried after him, but he slammed the door behind himself.
"Kurt?" Blaine knocked on the door lightly, his eyes wide. "Can I come in?"
Kurt didn't respond. Blaine pressed the door handle slowly to open the door. Damn. Stupid locks.
"Kurt please open the door I want to help you!" Kurt was so stubborn. He knocked again now with more urgency.
"I am okay. Just... wait a minute." Kurt said with a choked up voice.
He was on the other side of the door but Blaine could hear how weak his voice is. He leaned into the wall and slid down on the floor next to door. He sank his head into his hands. The door opened after a few minutes.
Blaine stood at the moment, "What happened?" he asked and lead Kurt to the bed slowly.
"I got sick, clearly," Kurt answered with a low voice, shivering here and there, his hair a mess.
"I can see that. But why?"
"You threw me on a bed. I thought it was going to be okay but it wasn't, It happens sometimes when you get hit in the head." Kurt sat on his bed leaned into the pillows.
One sleeve on Kurt's shirt moved up Kurt's arm and Blaine noticed a big bruise over his lower arm. Just now Blaine remember how Kurt hissed when he squeezed his arm, but he was to into make-out to put some significance into it. He really wanted somebody to hit him. Hard. He frightened more when he realized what it meant. But this one was...
"Kurt? Where did you get this?" Kurt looked at him questioningly and Blaine pointed to the bruise with his finger.
"I told you. During dancing at my school. Well I told that to dad but you were there." Kurt said simply shrugging one shoulder and turned his face away from Blaine closing his eyes. All the warmth from Blaine disappeared. He felt cold.
Blaine sat beside him looking down at him. He reached for his arm hesitantly, which stiffened at the touch.
"Please don't lie to me. I am still the same person who is concerned if you are okay. And you are evidently not." Kurt relaxed in his hands after a few seconds.
He pushed a sleeve more up his arm and found a mid-big bruise in the form of fingers. Fingers! If he wasn't frightened before he was definitely scared to death now. What the hell is going on? However, Blaine realized, this meant that he lied. Lied to his dad about his injuries. He travelled his fingers across the bruise gently, he didn't want to cause more pain that he already went through. The ache started raising in his chest.
"Don't tell my dad." Kurt whispered and Blaine looked up at him. Kurt was looking straight at him his eyes wide and rich gray. Kurt knew he knew.
"I'm not going to do that if you don't want me to." Blaine answered weakly, his voice shaking. But this just wasn't acceptable. His Kurt didn't deserve any of this. The pain in his chest became intolerable Blaine almost thought he is going to tear him apart. He felt salty tears falling down his face, through closed eyelids so he shut them more tightly. He had to be strong for Kurt, but how could he. Someone hurt the man he loved with all his heart. A low whimper escaped from him mouth and he shook with suppressed sob.
"Hey, don't cry. I've been crying enough for both of us." Kurt reached his hurt hand and touched Blaine's face to wipe away the tears and Blaine leaned in to his gentle touch. He didn't even notice that he wasn't holding his hand anymore until he opened his eyes.
"But... I... this...is not..." his voice cracked. He gasped and looked through the window. He wasn't able to see him like this. Anger started to form in his hands, he wanted to tear this... this creature who did this to his Kurt apart. His Kurt? He wasn't his. Not yet. But he will be. And nobody would touch him again. Never! Because he would hurt them one thousand times worse and they will be begging him to stop... he silently swore, before realizing that he sounded remotely crazy. But he did mean every fucking word.
"Just don't please. It's...and don't be angry, this is not going to help anything." Blaine looked down at him. Of course this inner turmoil must be shown on his face. His jaw was tightened and his gaze obviously hard. Kurt gave him a sad smile.
Blaine leaned and kiss him on his forehead.
"Okay take your shirt off." Blaine said. "Oh come on Kurt," he said jokingly as an answer to Kurt's horrified look. "I'm just going to check you. I saw you before. All of you I might add. And you need to change anyway, you are not going to sleep in this."
Blaine moved to his dresser and pulled out some pajamas before handing them to Kurt.
"Change only into the pants. Do you need me to help you? Okay I'll wait in the bathroom," he said when Kurt shook his head, and closed the door behind him. He didn't even know who is looking at him from the mirror, but he knew this is definitely not him. He was pale, his eyes red as hell and hair a mess of wild curls. He looked like angora rabbit. He snorted. If the situation wasn't so bad it could be funny.
" 'm tired." Kurt yawned from when he sat on his bed.
"You can go to sleep. It's late. You've been travelling today and you said you didn't sleep." Blaine said. "Okay I checked you. Nothing else hurt or broken, but these bruises look horrible. I'll get something on it. Wait a minute I'll be right back."
"You don't need to" said Kurt weakly.
"I know." Blaine whispered and stood up. "But I want to. You are more important for me that you can imagine. I'll do everything for you. This is really just a bit I can do." with that he left the room.
Kurt almost fell asleep until Blaine came back.
"I found this. I used it when I got hurt in my old school." Blaine said awkwardly.
"Yeah I remember that." Kurt pointed on a salve. "My mom used it on me sometimes when I was younger."
"I brought some bandages so you are not going to dust the salve out." said Blaine with enthusiasm.
"Honestly it's an excellent idea. They are hurting still." Kurt tried to take the salve.
"Uh-uh." Blaine stopped him and pointed on himself.
Kurt sighed and let him. He must admitted it felt really good. Blaine's hands was very careful. He gently rubbed the salve in and bandaged up injured spots on his arm. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier. It was sooo hypnogoogiccc...
"Kurt?" whispered Blaine. He wasn't sure if Kurt was still up.
"Hm..." he wasn't able to tell him more.
"I am done. Do you want me to leave or..."
"No. Stay."
"Can I lay next to you?" asked Blaine never breaking his sight away from Kurt.
Kurt could feel his eyes on him and nodded.
Blaine lied next to him and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist gently, while Kurt draped himself over Blaine.
" 'm cold. I am always so damn cold. You are so warm." he muttered. Blaine squeezes his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
"Do I have... we... I – I mean... do we..." started Blaine but stuttered.
"God Blaine. Just say it." Kurt groaned half asleep.
"Do we have any chance to be a couple again?" Blaine blurted out. He didn't want to give his voice a chance to shake. "B - because I really want to. I know I hurt you and I know you are mad at me at least you were. And I know you don't trust me and maybe still hate me," Kurt turned to him and opened one eye, "but I am going to do everything... really, really everything to make it all up to you and make you to trust me again like before."
"You really want me? Some broken..." he waved with bandaged arm, unable to find right words, " whatever I am right now."
"You are everything but broken. Despite what you have been through you are still you. Of course I want you. This doesn't play any role Kurt. I love you," he covered Kurt's hand with his own and squeezed it gently. "Right now I want to find who did this and kill him. By the way are you going to tell me who it was?"
"You don't need to know. What's done is done. It's over." Blaine sighed.
"I hope you punched him back." he said half-jokingly, trying to lighten the situation.
Kurt laughed and waved with his bandaged hand and winked.
"Good. My Iron man." Baine tightened his arm around Kurt's waist and kissed his on the top of his head.
"I am everything but this. Butter man fits better."
"No Kurt you are not weak. You are the strongest person I've ever met and I am not kidding. With everything you've been through you are still here. Still alive and still strong. Don't think less about yourself Kurt. Never." Blaine said seriously. "I meant it. You are the most important person in my life and I'll be the happiest person on the world if you'll take me back." Blaine laced their fingers together.
"You hurt me Blaine." Kurt said and turn completely to face Blaine. "And that was not kind of pain I was used to fell. I couldn't crippled it off. I thought I am going to die every second because I couldn't breathe. And now," he took a deep breath, "it's better. I am not mad at you anymore and I forgave you. I can breathe again. And I have to say I still love you with the same intensity I've been hating you for a few past months," he smirked and Blaine , "but... but this doesn't mean I am going to risk that again. I... I really want to but I don't know what to do anymore." Blaine could practically hear the pieces of his heart shattering across the floor.
"Please try it with me again. I swear on everything you want me to, I am never, ever going to hurt you again, because I'll hurt myself too. Do you hear me? Never. That moment was the biggest mistake of my life. I just realized that I am never going to be happy without you in my life. And I am ready to proving it to you every second from now until we both die. I was in pain too Kurt, in that moment you told me to leave and never even try to talk to you again I... I thought I would be sick. And the worst thing was that I realized that all of this was my mistake. That I ruined us and not just me but you too. I ruined the best thing I have in my life I was suffering, but I couldn't even know how much you were and I know you were much worse. I am sorry Kurt. I―"
"Shut it," Kurt cut him off with unreadable expression on his face, but not harshly. "I heard that before." Blaine's heart skipped, Kurt's eyes didn't reflect anything. He is becoming really good at it, Blaine thought and panic was rising inside him, that he doesn't know what Kurt is going to do.
Kurt took a deep breath. I just hope I am not going to regret it, he thought anxiously.
"So..." Kurt exhaled,"you said something about proving your love every second from now on, what was two minutes ago." he raised an eyebrow as if challenge Blaine. "So... deal then?"
Blaine knew that smile. This smile belonged to him once. And it is his smile once again..
"You... really?" Blaine whispered in disbelief. He couldn't hear right. He translated it wrong for sure.
They was looking to each other eyes for a moment. Kurt nodded and smiled. Expression in his eyes changed. There was fear, but what was more important there was love too. That was the look he was used to when they were happy and together and in love.
And then it hit him. He beamed and leaned to kiss Kurt sweet but passionately to show him how much he loved him, how much he appreciate this and that he'll never screw his second chance, wrapping him tightly in his arms as to never let go again in the foreseeable future.
"Deal."
Woohoo we beat Italy 4:1 in the ice hockey today. LOL
Okay here we go. :)) We did it.
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Patricia xxx
