Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Blaine, Kurt, Rachel, or Quinn. If I did, there's a good chance the show would take place in the Victorian era.
This took much longer than expected. I finished it up today. Sorry if it's lacking something, it was a rough day. My rabbit is very sick and there's a good chance that she's going to be put down. Needless to say, my mind was preoccupied. Please review!
When Kurt opened his eyes in the morning, he was confused as to where he was. The bed he was sleeping in was much softer than his own. The body next to him came as a shock to him as well. Then, he remembered. He no longer lived alone in a shabby apartment. Kurt's next feeling was the feeling of disgust. His stomach was sticky with his own semen, and he was pretty sure that Blaine was in a similar situation. He groaned. How had he pulled himself into a mess like this again?
Blaine awakened at the sound of Kurt's frustrated groan. He rolled onto his side and faced Kurt. He smiled and bit his bottom lip in the most distracting way. Kurt smiled stiffly back. Blaine dropped his act upon seeing the distress in Kurt's expression.
"Do we have to have the…talk?" Blaine asked. Then, he regretted saying it because it sounded so rude out loud. "Not that I don't want to have the talk. I just…"
"Don't want to have the talk," Kurt finished for him. "It's alright Blaine. There's no relationship. There's nothing to talk about." Without looking at him, Kurt hurried away into the washroom across the hall.
He slammed the door shut behind him and rested his back against it. He realized that Blaine, Quinn, and Rachel had a very high class town house. Even on the second floor, there was running water. There were clean towels hanging on the towel rack. Kurt took one down and soaked it in water while taking off his dressing gown. He brought the wet hand towel to his stomach and washed the hardened cum off.
He silently cursed himself as he did so. Had he forgotten what had happened last time? He had ended up heartbroken and lying in the street. Blaine was the one who had been kind of enough to help him out of that situation. Was this Kurt's way of repaying him? By dragging him into Kurt's mess of a life? Kurt wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't slip again like he had the night before.
Blaine, meanwhile, had opted to use the girls' bathroom freshen up. He sat on the edge of the tub while he washed his abdomen. Suddenly, the bathroom was filled with the sound of flirtatious laughter as Rachel and Quinn fell into the room fully embracing each other. Rachel was the first to notice Blaine.
"Blaine!" she yelled furiously as she unhooked herself from her girlfriend. She started to blush profusely. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Sorry. Kurt's using my bathroom," Blaine apologized. Rachel snorted.
"And you can't just separately use the same bathroom," she scoffed. At that moment, Quinn noticed the dried cum on Blaine's stomach. She lightly elbowed Rachel and gestured to it. She raised her eyebrows.
"I wanted to wash it off before Kurt saw me again," Blaine explained. Rachel still looked angry, but she took a calm breath.
"Fine," she said. "Tell me when you're done." She stormed out of the bathroom, but Quinn stayed. She sat down next to Blaine.
"So…" she prompted. "What does this mean?" Blaine sighed and tried to seem confident.
"Nothing," he shrugged. "He doesn't want a relationship and neither do I. It probably won't happen again." Quinn rolled her eyes. "And if it does, it'll just be sex."
"We both know that several things you said aren't true," she reasoned. "First of all, you aren't made for just sex. You're too much of a hopeless romantic." Blaine tried to protest, but Quinn silenced him by continuing to speak. "Second, you do want a relationship. You have since the first time you laid eyes on him." Blaine shook his head.
"What I said was the truth," he argued. "I want what Kurt wants. Kurt doesn't want a relationship. I don't either." Quinn chuckled unbelievingly.
She left Blaine to continue his morning cleaning. He finished quickly so as not to anger Rachel any further and hurried down the stairs to his room. He slammed the door opened - completely forgetting that he had a roommate. He never had to knock on his own door before.
Kurt was standing in the middle of the room completely naked in the middle of changing into day wear. His mouth hung open in shock, and Blaine's eyes traveled downwards. He took in every part of Kurt as he did so. His eyes lingered on his finely sculpted abs, to his strong, slender legs, to his cock. In truth he hadn't gotten a good look the night before. Everything had most taken place under the sheets. He unconsciously bit his bottom lip, but he was brought back to earth by Kurt shaking his head. A flush ran up his neck to his face, and he closed the door muttering apologies.
He groaned and sat down with his back against the wall. He felt so stupid whenever he was around Kurt. How were they possibly going to live together for any amount of time if every time Blaine saw him he wanted to rip off all of his clothes (if they weren't off already) and throw him on the bed? One thing was obvious. Blaine needed to be a gentleman as much as possible. That day that would go out to buy another bed. If they couldn't take it home that day, Blaine would sleep on the couch.
The first half of the trip to the nearest furniture store was rather uneventful. Rachel and Quinn complained the whole way about needing to wear appropriately lengthed skirts or, in Quinn's case, a skirt at all. She much preferred trousers. This sparked a long conversation about the changing world and how women's fashion should change with it. Kurt found the conversation enjoyable, but Blaine seemed to zone out until they got to the store. Kurt imagined that he had heard it all before. Quinn and Rachel disappeared the buy groceries, and Kurt and Blaine were left alone.
"Sorry about walking in on you this morning," Blaine tried. Kurt raised his eyebrows and Blaine silently cursed himself.
"Don't worry about it," Kurt answered. He suddenly was inspired to tease Blaine a little. They had nothing else to do, and it was going to be a long walk. "I saw your eyes linger."
Blaine's head spun around at top speed, and he stared at Kurt incredulously. Blaine stopped dead in his tracks without even realizing it. Kurt continued walking, and Blaine could hear his laugh ringing out in the streets. Well, two could play at that game.
Blaine jogged a little to catch up to Kurt, and got almost uncomfortably close next to him as they walked. He placed his hand lightly on Kurt's ass. Kurt's breath hitched, and he nervously pursed his lips. He tried to seem nonchalant, but heat was rising up his neck to his face. His cock was twitching a little in excitement, but he tried to send it the message that nothing exciting was going to happen. Blaine was just teasing him back.
They got to the furniture shop continuing to flirt and tease all the way. When they stepped inside Blaine finally released Kurt. He let out a breath of relief right as the shop owner came up to help them.
"How can I help you today?" the shop keeper asked. Blaine put his arm back around Kurt but thankfully this time around his shoulders.
"My roommate here," Blaine said winking at Kurt, "is in need of a bed."
The shopkeeper led them to several twin sized beds to choose from and left Kurt to choose one. Kurt pondered over the decision much more than Blaine thought he ever would have. He had started going on a loop that started in one place and somehow ended up there again.
"On one hand," Kurt reiterated for the billionth time, "this one is much more expensive, but for good reason. It's cherry wood. It's a nicer color and of better quality than the other one. Do I have enough?"
"Kurt," Blaine interrupted before he could restart again. "You don't have to worry about money. We've got you covered there." Kurt waved his hand in dismissal.
"I can't let you do that," he argued.
"No," Blaine insisted. "You live with us now. All the money is pooled together as one. Ask the shop keeper for the cherry wood. It goes nicely with your skin tone." Blaine turned on his heel and pretended to go to look at some table lamps while Kurt blushed hardest of all day at his compliment. The rest had been flirting. This had sounded so sincere.
The shopkeeper promised to bring the bed to their house later that afternoon. Kurt and Blaine left the shop and stepped out onto the street.
"Let's get ice cream," Blaine suggested. Kurt brightened at the idea of an icy treat; so, he eagerly followed Blaine to the nearest shop.
Kurt got a small cone of pistachio ice cream while Blaine opted for chocolate in a cup. They sat out in front of the shop at a little bistro style table. Blaine took off his blazer and hung it on the back of his chair. He sat back comfortably and vigorously dove into his ice cream. Kurt took dainty lips form his cone, and Blaine couldn't help but stare at the quick movements of his tongue. He averted his eyes deciding that it was time to practice pretending not to notice.
"So," Blaine said interrupting his own thoughts. "You never told me about what happened to you that day we first met."
Kurt practically choked on his ice cream. He hadn't expected Blaine to ask. Of course, it was a ridiculous thing to assume. It was only reasonable that Blaine would ask. He had saved him, and now they were living together. Kurt's situation before had obviously been dangerous. This was all part of being welcomed into someone else's life. Still, he couldn't find it within himself to tell the whole story.
"Uh," he started. "I got into a relationship that I should've known was danger from the beginning."
"Why was it dangerous?" Blaine questioned innocently. Kurt bit his lip in frustration. He should have known that his vague answer would have been enough.
"It wasn't his fault," Kurt clarified. "Really it was mine. I'm not right for… most people." Blaine nodded in mock understanding. In truth, he didn't understand what Kurt was saying at all.
"Is that why you don't want a relationship with me?" he asked. Kurt looked up from his ice cream.
"It's certainly not because you're unattractive," he answered. Blaine laughed.
"I'm perfectly okay with it," he assured Kurt. "I can do friends." Kurt smiled appreciatively. He started to laugh.
"What?" Blaine asked. "I was trying to have a nice moment there." Kurt wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
"We said that we weren't going to have a talk," he said. "And we just did."
