Last time on "Stuck in Reverse":
"Of course I do. Now, look at me," Kurt answered, sitting on the edge of his bed, close to Blaine so he could try to keep eye contact. "I know it must be impossible to trust anyone, but please know that I will never purposely hurt you. And I will never lie to you."
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Sir," Blaine said with tears in his eyes.
Kurt wiped the tear away with his thumb. "I forgive you, I do. Don't worry about it anymore. Now let's get back to discussing…"
Blaine's arms flung around Kurt's shoulders in a tight hug. "Thank you, Sir." And with Kurt looking on in shock, Blaine's soft lips met his. Willingly.
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Kurt jumped at the feeling of the willing mouth against his. He moaned lightly, unable to help the soft sound from escaping. Blaine tilted his head to the side and licked at Kurt's lips, seeking entrance. With another moan, Kurt opened his mouth and let Blaine explore his mouth. Unable to resist, he slid his tongue into Blaine's mouth, tasting him, learning him and finding him delectable.
Kurt's mind finally turned back on and he broke the kiss, breathing hard and trying to control his erection. He finally snuck a peak at Blaine and was pleased to see his eyes were glazed. Glazed but confused.
"Blaine, I'm so sorry. I took that way too far. I don't expect that from you, not at all. It's just, well, you are so beautiful and your lips are so soft," Kurt murmured. He ran his fingers across his lips, still able to feel Blaine's mouth on his.
"Sir, please don't be sorry. Master trained me well. He taught me the many different kinds of kisses that men may want. I am glad you were pleased," Blaine said with a shy smile.
"Oh my god. Blaine, no," Kurt said, his head in his hands. He was no better than that abusive asshole. "Oh dear god. Blaine, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like I expected you to kiss me like that. When I put it in the rules, I meant little kisses, like a peck. Just to help you adjust to casual touches. I will never force myself on you like that again. Please, please, accept my apologies, Blaine," Kurt begged. One last look at the other man's wide eyes sent him running from the room. He couldn't handle the repercussions of what he'd done.
"But I wanted to kiss you," Blaine said to the empty room. "Please don't be sorry. I'm not," he whispered.
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Kurt sat on the back porch for some time, berating himself for pushing Blaine to kiss him like that. The man was just barely out of a horrendously abusive relationship and here he was. Forcing the man to kiss him. And he liked it. Somebody forgive him, but he enjoyed it. More than any kiss he'd ever had in his life. What did that say about him?
And why did he have to finally have to find the man he could possibly fall in love with in such a horrible state; one he may never heal from.
Why was he out here despairing over what he'd done. It wasn't him who was damaged and trying to heal. Maybe he could entertain his unexpected guest and apologize at the same time. It was time to have some fun.
He walked back into the house and went to put on the music. When the fun upbeat tempo began, he began singing.
What have we done, oh my god
What have we done, oh my god
This is really happening
You never looked so bored
Can you feel my fingernails?
They've never been so short
It's hard to lay a golden egg with everyone around
It's hard to stay inside my head when words keep pouring out
Like starlight crashing through the room, we'll lose our feathers
Yes, I know it hurts at first but it gets better
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
He saw Blaine edge to his door and watch him. Kurt waved him out, still singing the fun song.
I can taste your summer sweat
It's never been so warm
So can we kick the covers off?
They're always on
It's never been so warm
Kurt pointed at Blaine and smiled.
It's hard to keep a straight face when I just want to smile
If you could see the look that's in your eyes
Like starlight crashing through the room, we'll lose our feathers
Yes, I know it hurts at first but it gets better
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
Kurt waved at Blaine and swung his arm in a small circle, getting Blaine to sing with him the repetitive lyrics to the end of the song.
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
Blaine was openly singing and Kurt could tell he had quite a voice. He also looked free and full of joy. Maybe Kurt had found some magical therapy.
(This is really happening)
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
(This is really happening)
It gets better, it gets better
It gets better, we'll get better
Kurt and Blaine clapped wildly when the song was over.
"You did a great job, Blaine. You have a beautiful singing voice," he said, wanting to start a conversation so there was no awkwardness about what had happened earlier.
"Oh, thank you, Sir. I do love music. May we sing that again?" He asked, his hazel eyes alight with hope.
"That sounds like fun," Kurt said and hit play.
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After that song, Kurt encouraged Blaine to explore the music he had, music he hadn't heard either for many years or not at all. He sat there for over two hours and heard Blaine sing song after song and re-listen to songs and skip songs after only a few beats. It could have gotten very irritating, but the looks of wonder and intense joy made irritation impossible.
When certain songs would play, Kurt would get up and dance, trying to encourage Blaine to join him. He would stand there and bob to the beat, but he wouldn't try to dance. That was okay, the entire thing was meant to bring him joy and he knew he'd succeeded.
Finally, it was getting late and Kurt knew it was time to move on to other things so Blaine could rest again.
He went into the bathroom and ran a bath. There was no doubt Blaine would love a nice hot bath. His hair was dull and his skin wasn't as glowing as it must be when it was clean. Besides, then they could take the pictures and change the bandages.
"Blaine, I've ran a bath for you," Kurt said, entering the front room, where Blaine was still listening to the music.
"Please, Sir, not yet. I just want to hear these other songs first. They are intriguing," Blaine responded, not looking up.
"And it will all still be there later, I'd like you to come take a bath now so we can change your bandages," Kurt said, surprised at Blaine's refusal.
"Ok, Sir, just these last two songs," Blaine insisted.
"Blaine. Stop the music," Kurt said, loud and stern. "I ran this bath for you so you can clean up and get new bandages. Come get in the water now. I will not ask again."
"Yes, Sir." The music turned off. A chastened Blaine walked down the hall to the bathroom and began stripping his clothes. Kurt helped him into the water, not looking down for all the non-fat mocha's in the world.
"There is shampoo and body wash in the corner. Use which ever scent you like. Call me when you are ready to get out so I can help you," Kurt said.
"Yes, Sir. And Sir, I am sorry for not obeying," he said softly.
"You are forgiven," Kurt responded and left the room.
He went into Blaine's room and picked up the empty dish from his snack. He realized they'd forgotten lunch due to the music. Kurt figured he'd just make a large dinner. He put a pot on for spaghetti, making sure he had all the ingredients for his personal sauce recipe. A small sound came from the bathroom and he realized Blaine was singing. He'd already learned the lyrics for songs? Kurt listened and his heart broke.
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum oh oh
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm coming up now coming up now out of the blue oh
These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
And so I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control oh oh
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
So I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
One more spoon of cough syrup now oh
One more spoon of cough syrup now whoa oh
As the song ended, Kurt realized he had tears running down his face. Every word in that song had seemed to speak to Blaine, to his situation. What was his cough syrup? What was going to ease him for a time? He'd sung it beautifully and Kurt could swear he'd only heard it a couple times. More than impressed, Kurt continued to prepare their dinner.
"Sir? I am ready to get," Blaine's voice came.
Kurt grabbed his small digital camera out of the drawer and went to the bathroom. Setting it on the counter, he pulled a fluffy towel off the towel warmer and held his hand out for Blaine. As soon as he was standing, Kurt wrapped the towel around his trim waist.
"Blaine, if you don't mind, I'm going to take pictures of your injuries. Is that okay?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded. "Good boy. Okay, stand still. I have to take your bandages off first."
Stripping the bandages off, he tried not to notice that the body wash Blaine had chosen was the one Kurt always used. He also didn't notice how Blaine's skin glowed golden like his eyes.
"Um, now, Blaine, you have a couple severe bruises on your hip. Would you mind pushing the towel down on that side?" Kurt asked.
Instead, Blaine dropped the towel. Holy shit, the smaller man was huge. Damn it, Hummel! Stay on task. You're going to make this abuse victim think everyone is horny. He found the bruise that extended from his pubic region all the way over his hip, his side and onto his backside. There was no way he noticed just how round and perfect that backside was. He snapped the pictures and held the towel back up for Blaine. Pointing out the clean clothes he had for him, he told him to change and come out to the kitchen for dinner.
They silently ate their dinner, though Kurt was pleased to see Blaine get a second serving. After dinner, he sent Blaine back to his room to rest.
Will be able to come tomorrow. Say eleven in the morn? – S
Kurt figured there was no reason why not.
Sure. See you then. – K
After cleaning up the kitchen, he went into Blaine's room. Blaine, again, turned the TV off as soon as he saw Kurt.
"So, on the rules was one about you reading. I don't have a expectancy of how much you read per day, just that you put some effort into it. When you write the summaries, I want you writing out what you got from the story, what you think the book is trying to tell you. I wanted to ask if there were any books you loved from your past and would love to read again that I could pick up for you," Kurt said.
"Yes, Sir. Um, do you have any of the Harry Potter series?" Blaine asked, his eyes excited.
Kurt grinned. "I actually have the entire set. Would you like to start with the first one?"
Blaine nodded, enthusiastic. "Wow, I haven't read them in simply ages! Thank you, Sir!"
"I'll be right back with them," Kurt said, still smiling. He went to the formal dining room which he'd turned into a library, since he never had formal dinners. Plucking the first two books of the series off the shelf, he brought them to Blaine. The man literally squealed and opened the first book and began reading. Kurt enjoyed the sight for a moment before heading back to the living room. Taking his computer with him, he spent some time surfing the internet. Trying to find out more information that might help Blaine. He couldn't help but wonder, after this morning's incident, if he was really the right person to be caring for Blaine. Maybe there was someone with more experience who could help him heal in a healthier manner. He'd have to talk to Sebastian about it when they got here tomorrow. It was late when he went around and turned everything off. He checked on Blaine and he was fast asleep, the book open on his chest. Kurt went to put it on the night table and saw he was almost halfway through the book already. Looked like he would need to make a trip to the bookstore soon. He wasn't going to have enough books for Blaine, he smiled. Tucking the smaller man in, noticing how his hair shone even in the darkness, made him want to snuggle him. Instead, he turned out the light and went to his own room.
Kurt took a long shower, rotating his shoulders, trying to loosen them up. The last two days had been intensely stressful. He was glad he could take more time off work because there was no way he could handle the stress at home plus the stress at work. He couldn't memorize a line right now if he tried. All he felt like memorizing, he thought as he dried off, was the inside of his eyelids. Quickly moisturizing, he climbed into bed and turned his light off.
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A sound woke him up. He could tell it was still night outside and wondered if Blaine was having a nightmare or needed some pain medicine. Sitting up, he stretched, wondering how the hell parents with babies survived.
Standing, his foot automatically hit fabric. Reaching for his light, he flicked it on and saw Blaine curled up inside his blanket on the floor next to the bed. Kurt's heart ached. He wished Blaine was strong enough to just ask to sleep with him. He wouldn't mind. Then he could keep a closer eye on him and help him faster when he had nightmares. It didn't hurt that he'd gotten the best night of sleep ever last night.
"Blaine, sweetie, come on, come sleep in the bed," Kurt said gently, nudging him.
Blaine's eyes opened slowly. "Sir?"
"Blaine, you're sleeping on the floor next to my bed. Did you want to sleep here again?" Kurt asked, brushing the sleepy man's soft curls out of his face. Kurt could lose himself in those curls.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered, rubbing his eyes.
"Alright, sweetie. Come on, then," Kurt helped him up and Blaine crawled across the bed to the spot he'd slept the night before. He curled up in a ball and went right to sleep.
Kurt joined him and drifted off to sleep.
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At breakfast the next morning, Blaine set his fork down from his pancakes, eggs, and bacon and looked at Kurt.
"Sir?"
"Yes?" Kurt asked, curious because Blaine rarely started conversations with him.
"Something has been bothering me and I know you want me to be honest, right?" Blaine asked.
"Of course," Kurt replied, putting his fork down.
"Sir, I should be punished," Blaine announced.
"What do you mean? You haven't done anything wrong," Kurt said, confused.
"Yesterday, Sir. You instructed me three times to get into the bath you prepared for me and I defied you," Blaine said, his eyes now on the table.
"It's alright, sweetie. You got in there without any yelling," Kurt assured him.
"Sir, I deliberately disobeyed you. I knew I was doing wrong," Blaine whispered.
"Okay. Well, we have a list of punishments. I don't want you standing in the corner because of your ankle, so how about you write some lines. Maybe something like 'I will not deliberately disobey'. How does that sound?" Kurt asked.
"It sounds fair, Sir, but honestly, I think I deserve a spanking," Blaine stated.
"Huh?" Kurt asked, his face going white and stomach dropping.
