Okay, as usual I don't own anything. Sorry for the wait. Thank you for all the reviews, credit for the scenes is in the AN at the bottom. As always there's a poll at the end. I'll see you on the other side!
Anger surged through Kurt's veins as he stalked Karofsky into the locker room. He should have stayed away and let it go. One second he's yelling at the stupid jock scared that he'll get hit, the next his face is being mauled.
It was wrong, it was so wrong. This wasn't supposed to be Kurt's first kiss. It was supposed to be magical, on the doorstep, a goodnight kiss after a first date. Instead his head is locked in place by Karofsky's big meaty hands.
Not safe, not safe. It wasn't like when Blaine held him, Blaine made butterflies appear in his stomach. Karofsky made his insides turn in disgust.
Finally he was released. Kurt's mind only worked enough to push the jock away when he leaned forward again. Wrong, wrong…so wrong.
"It was so wrong Angel. He...he…"
"Shh, it'll be fine it'll be fine," Blaine carded through Kurt's hair.
"You said to have courage, and then I snapped and then he kissed me, it was my first kiss…it wasn't supposed to be that…"
Blaine blanched, this was his fault. He told Kurt to stand up for himself, if he hadn't that monster would never have touched his Kurt. Blaine felt sick to his stomach. Unable to express himself, Blaine focused on comforting the boy, pulling him into his arms, shielding Kurt with his own body. Blaine intertwined his legs with Kurt's and held onto him as tight as he could; willing the memories to leave. All the while, Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, shushing him, whispering nonsensical things into his ear and placing kisses on his hair.
"It wasn't like…not like when you kiss me, I feel safe when you do it…he felt wrong, but you…"
"I know, I know. I want you to feel safe with me. He had no right to do that to you Kurt. As soon as we tell your dad-"
"You can't!"
Blaine stared, "You have got to be joking. Kurt, this guy assaulted you! You have to tell your dad!"
"I can't out him Blaine! He's clearly dealing with a lot, I can't out him before he's ready!"
"Screw him! I don't care about him! I care about you! I don't give a damn about what he deserves, this is about you. He hurt you! He deserves to be punished!"
"Blaine, please, I know…but just think…what if you were outed? His life would be ruined, especially in Ohio. I won't be the person responsible for that."
Blaine's eyes darkened, but he settled back down, grumbling to himself.
"Damn you and your compassion. Your goodness will get you in trouble one day Hummel."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me just yet. If I ever see this kid I won't hesitate to throw him through a wall, I promise you that."
"He's like twice your size Blaine."
"Don't underestimate me! I was in Fight Club when I was your age!"
"Thought the first rule of Fight Club was 'don't talk about Fight Club'?"
"Well, I'm not in there anymore so…"
The two moved into a comfortable silence. Kurt's whimpers eventually silenced as he fell asleep on Blaine's tear stained shirt. Blaine stayed wide awake, his hands still playing with Kurt's hair, wondering what to do about Kurt's school life.
"Burt, what are you doing? You're supposed to be resting. How am I supposed to leave on Sunday without being sure that you'll follow the doctor's instructions?"
Blaine eventually weaseled his way out of Kurt's iron grip and made his way up the stairs, his eyes still heavy from the crying and exhaustion. He walked into the kitchen to find Burt eating a snack, at least it was healthy.
"Calm down Kid, I'm doing better. Now why don't you take a seat? We need to talk."
Blaine frowned but did as he was told and sat across from the man.
"Now, I was going down to the basement – oh calm down, I'm still alive! – and when I got there, I saw an interesting sight. Listen, I trust you with my kid's life, which is really saying something, but what were the two of you doing curled up sleeping in Kurt's bed?"
Blaine's eyes widened, "It wasn't – I didn't – I wouldn't do anything! He's Kurt, he's still so young and-"
"I wasn't accusing you of anything," Burt raised a hand to stop the rambling, "I just want to know what happened, should I be concerned?"
Blaine sighed, dragging a hand over his tired face, "The bullying's gotten a lot worse. Today...it was a horrible day for him."
"What happened?"
Blaine sighed again, "I can't tell you."
"Excuse me? The hell you can't tell me! Remember what we agreed on?"
Blaine knew what the man was talking about. Back when Kurt was still in junior high, it became apparent to both men that the young boy would rather talk to Blaine than to his own father. At that time, Burt made the angel promise to tell the father if his son was ever in any danger. Now Blaine had to break that deal.
"Kurt made me promise, and I'm sorry but a promise to him is more important than one to you. I'm sorry, I can't tell you."
Burt did his best to glare, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He admired just how much the young man cared for his son, "Why doesn't he want me to know?"
Blaine laughed bitterly, "Because your boy has some sick twisted sense of morality towards his tormentor. I swear if I ever get my hands on him…"
"Get in line. I just need a name; my flamethrower can do the rest." Blaine let out a short laugh, who said Burt was joking?
"How bad is it?" Burt asked again.
"Bad. I think…Burt I think it's time you looked into Dalton. Hell, I'll even pay!"
Burt sighed, the young man had told him about the prep school before. The zero-tolerance policy seemed to be worth every penny if it kept his son safe. He had kept the pamphlets and tabs on the school just in case.
"Okay, but you have to get Kurt to agree to wear a uniform. And don't joke about paying; I can take care of my son. I know you're trying to help, but you've done plenty."
Blaine's shoulders sagged with relief, "If it's alright with you, can I take him up there tomorrow? I can show him around and everything. Besides, I think he needs to get out of McKinley for a little while."
Blaine let out a small smile when Burt nodded his consent.
"Why did you go there?" Burt asked. "How badly were you bullied?"
Blaine looked away, "Doesn't matter, it's in the past now. What matters, is we get Kurt out of there before anything bad happens to him."
"No, don't do that. We've been through this before, you matter to me Kid. Come on, you never talk about your past."
"Have you ever thought that maybe I don't want to?" Blaine blew up at the man, "Maybe I don't want to relive it! You wanna talk about something, how about we talk about the engagement ring in your room?"
Burt stared, "What were you doing in my room?"
"I never said I was a good guest. Besides, I accidently found it when I was looking for an extra pillow for you. So, come on then, an answer for an answer. Are you proposing to Carole?"
"I've thought about it. Then the heart attack happened. Plus I need to make sure Kurt's okay with this, it'll be a big change."
Blaine's eyes softened, "For what it's worth, I think you should. You clearly love her and she makes you happy. Besides, Kurt's been planning the wedding since before the summer!"
Burt chuckled, only Kurt. "Okay, your turn now. What happened to you?"
Blaine sobered, "It…it wasn't so bad at first. I could handle it for a while. And then, there was a school dance. Sadie Hawkins, girls ask the guys…so I asked a friend of mine, the only other gay guy in the school. I woke up two weeks later in the hospital with my brother sitting next to me. My own parents were away on business…anyways after that, I transferred to Dalton. I always felt like such a coward running away like that." Blaine's voice broke at the end as his eyes shined with tears.
Burt stayed silent, he shouldn't have asked. Reaching across the older man grabbed the younger's hand, holding it tightly in his grip as he said:
"Don't you ever think you ran away. Your safety – your life – was on the line. That doesn't make you a coward, it makes you smart Blaine. I won't get started on your parents, but if I ever find out who did that to you, I promise you there bodies will be six feet under and you may possibly have to come visit me in jail. But it would be worth it. You are very, very brave Blaine. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."
Blaine let in a shuddering gasp, "Thank you. Just please, please get Kurt out of there. I don't want that to happen to him. Please, Burt."
Burt nodded, if he wasn't able to save Blaine back then, he would sure as hell protect his son.
"Kurt, Kurtie…wake up…come on, wake up Sunshine," Blaine cooed. The curly haired man was currently kneeling over Kurt's sleeping body, his legs on either side of the teenager's waist as he gently shook Kurt awake.
"Wha'? Blaine? What're you doing? Get off of me!" Blaine quickly scrambled off and to the side of Kurt, grinning at him.
"Come on, big day today. We have a long day ahead of us, a long drive. Come on, you have to get dressed!" The man shot off the bed like a bullet clearly excited about his plans.
Wearily Kurt sat up, "What are you talking about? Blaine, I have school today!"
"Oh don't give me that! Come on Kurt, I'm leaving on Sunday and I know you don't want to go to school anyways so we're going to take a little field trip. Don't worry. I already cleared it with your dad – no I didn't tell him anything about Karofsky – but Carole's going to look after him for the day. Quit worrying and get dressed!"
"Wait, Blaine! Where are we going?"
"Dalton."
Three hours later the two of them found themselves outside of Dalton's main entrance. Kurt stood awed, the stone building stood towering over them. There were trees and a fountain and statues lying around, it was nothing like McKinley.
"These statues are creepy, no offence," Kurt commented.
"Don't blink," Blaine winked, "Come on, main entrance is this way. The dorms are on either side of the main building. The classes are held in the main building, and I called ahead so we should be able to sit in on the Warblers."
"Warblers?"
"The glee club, you'll love it. We used to be like the rock stars of Dalton!" Blaine beamed at the thought of his youth; he had some good times here.
"Yup, nothing like McKinley."
"It's the zero tolerance policy, no bullying at all."
"I – what? That's not possible, there's always some-"
"Not here, if things are still the same there is no bullying. Depending on the severity, the student goes in front of the council and either gets detention, suspension or expulsion. It's why I came here, no bullying. At all."
Blaine continued to grin at Kurt's incredulous face as he led him down the halls to the Warbler meeting.
"Come on, I know a short cut." Blaine winked then grabbed Kurt's hand as he steered them to the practice
"Knock, knock," Blaine tapped the open door from where the voices were coming from, still smiling all the while. He was enjoying this too much. Kurt looked around and stared at the blazer clad boys sitting on the sofas, some on the tables, scattered throughout the room. The expressions ranged from smiling faces to shocked eyes, clearly Kurt was missing something.
"I called ahead to sit in on the rehearsal? I'm B-"
"You're Blaine Anderson! You're a legend here! Oh my God, you're my idol!" a rather round sunshine-y boy stood up, "I'm Trent, it's an honor to meet you!"
Blaine grinned – and blushed? – at the praise, waving a hand in modesty. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to flatter-"
"Oh hush Kurt, if they want to idolize, let them. You were saying?" Kurt stared; his angel's ego was getting too big.
"You're shorter in real life," an extremely blond haired boy interrupted, seriously though, Kurt thought Sam was blond…
Blaine spluttered at the comment, Kurt let out a short laugh.
"Ha! I like him!"
The blond grinned and held out a hand, "I'm Jeff, this is Nick. We're sort of the co-captains this year," the blond – Jeff – introduced himself while pointing to the dark haired boy next to him.
"Kurt Hummel," Kurt shook Jeff's hand and then Nick's. Then Nick turned to Blaine:
"Sorry about Jeff, he has no filter. Teachers still haven't taught him manners, don't know what to do with him," Nick ignored Jeff's indignant protests as he continued, "But Trent's right, it is a huge honor to have you visit. Would you sing lead for one of our songs, please?"
Blaine smiled at the apology and offer, "Of course, what song?"
Grinning, Nick signaled the Warblers and they all opened their mouths and the music started. Blaine smiled at the familiar tune, while Kurt had to hold back a groan.
"Before you met me I was alright but things were kind of heavy," Blaine smirked at Kurt as he sang, "You brought me to life now every February, you'll be my Valentine."
Blaine continued to sing to Kurt, winking in all the right places. Kurt could feel the heat pooling in his cheeks but he couldn't stop his face from splitting into a smile as he began to giggle at the man's antics.
"We can dance until we die," at this point Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt's hands and pulled him into a sort of Waltz. Kurt could barely keep up as he laughed through it, stumbling along in beat to the song. Finally, Blaine spun him out and let him rest on the couch arm.
Kurt clapped his hands in front of his face; cheeks flushed red and his eyes shining with happiness. At that moment, Kurt realized what a truly amazing performer Blaine was, how was his angel not on Broadway? For the first time in what felt like forever, Kurt felt light, he felt like he could fly he was so, so happy. It felt like he was bubbling through his skin, about to explode. The feeling intensified every time he caught Blaine's eyes.
"Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight."
As Blaine ended the song, he came up to where Kurt was sitting and grabbed the younger's hands and dragged them across the elder's jeans. Kurt blushed violently as he practically felt Blaine up and almost pulled away when Blaine dragged his hands dangerously close to the angel's ass. Blaine noticed, of course he did. The man merely winked at Kurt, causing more red to spill onto his skin – seriously, how was that possible? – as he placed a kiss on Kurt's hand as he ended the song.
Blaine was dangerously close; Kurt couldn't breathe properly, so close. All of a sudden he wasn't bubbling; no he was blazing underneath Blaine's gaze. Happiness no longer filled him; it was something more, something flooding through his body, frazzling his nerve ends. It was almost too much, except it was Blaine, it was Angel. He was safe, he was happy, ecstatic he was…fireworks, exploding across the night sky. They weren't butterflies anymore, they were fireworks and happy and everything wonderful and right in the world and-
Oh, there you are.
Nick interrupted whatever spell Blaine's golden eyes put him under when he asked Kurt to join them for coffee. Kurt took a deep breath when he broke eye contact, taking away his hands, trying to clear the haze around him as he agreed. Blaine decided to meet him in the library when they were finished.
"So, I'm taking it Blaine was a big deal around here?" Kurt asked once they had sat down with their coffees.
"Blaine sang lead when the Warblers won nationals, twice in a row – and they were in the top five the first year he joined. Yeah, he's kind of awesome as far as the Warblers are aware!" Trent gushed.
"How do you know him? The two of you seem pretty close," Jeff asked, not unkindly but out of curiosity.
"Oh, he's sort of a family friend I guess. He's…he's my best friend actually…is that weird?" It felt strange to want these boys' opinions when his own friends at McKinley knew nothing about Blaine.
"Not at all, besides Jeff's my best friend. You can't get any weirder than that!" Nick answered.
"Hey!" Nick rolled his eyes before kissing the pouting blond on the lips before excusing himself to get a cinnamon roll. Kurt's eyes widened, no one seemed the least bit bothered by the PDA. This school was like a heaven for someone like him.
"Are you two…together?' Kurt asked unsurely.
"What? Oh yeah, Nick and I have been best friends since forever so it wasn't really a big deal to start dating."
Trent rolled his eyes, "Unfortunately the PDA is disgustingly sweet and annoying. Especially when you're single!"
"Are you guys all gay then? And no one cares?"
"Well Trent's gay, I'm bi and Nick's straight? But not really since he's dating me," Jeff answered, "It's kind of complicated."
"It's not complicated," Nick interrupted when he rejoined the group, giving a smile he said, "I'm straight but I'm in love with Jeff. Simple as that, why put a label on it? But no, no one cares about sexuality. If they do, then they know to keep quiet. Zero tolerance, it's nice."
Kurt frowned, why couldn't he have that? Nick noticed:
"I take it you're bullied for your sexuality, if you don't mind me assuming!"
"Oh, I'm – I'm gay, I'm out and I'm proud, but kids at school hate that about me."
"I'm sorry, if it's any consolation, we would love to have you at Dalton. It's kind of a safe haven when you need it and a home when you want it. It's…wonderful."
"Sounds like it."
The four of them moved on to small talk, waning away from the more heavy subjects. They talked about their glee clubs and A Capella versus instruments. Eventually, Kurt noticed the time and realized he should meet Blaine. He thanked them and headed for the library.
Blaine wandered through the library searching for his Kurt, finally he found him in the back of the area. The teenager was standing between the shelves with a book propped open, trying to hold in a laugh. Smiling to himself, Blaine came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist like he always did. Kurt didn't seem the least bit surprised, just relaxed and leaned into the hold.
Hooking his chin over Kurt's shoulder Blaine asked, "What's got you laughing so much, Sweetheart?"
"Mm, before I left Jeff told me I could find old yearbooks in the library," he started, Blaine's eyes widened, "You used to gel your hair? You look hilarious!"
"Okay, come on, that's enough!" Blaine tried to grab the book out of the boy's hands; Kurt was having none of it.
"Nuh uh, what were you thinking? I mean I understand wanting to look prep school, but you tortured your poor hair. If it could talk, your hair would be screaming!" Kurt quietly laughed.
Blaine groaned in embarrassment as he buried his head into the crook of Kurt's neck and tightened his hold on the teenager, "Shut up! You didn't…it was bad back then. I couldn't control it – it was like Medusa! I had to gel it, for the sake of humanity!"
Kurt snorted, "I'm sure. I definitely like it better curly though." As to express his opinion more clearly, Kurt reached an arm back and grabbed a fistful of Blaine's hair as he ran his hand through the curls. Blaine moaned appreciatively into Kurt's skin. Kurt blushed from the vibrations it sent, it was very ticklish. It felt like his nerves were on fire. Blaine brushed his lips across Kurt's collarbone before placing light kisses up the side of his neck then rested his head again, not letting go for a single second.
"I think you're obsessed with my neck," Kurt whispered breathlessly, Blaine always seemed to take his breath away.
"Well, you enjoy my curls, I'd call that a fair trade," Blaine murmured back. Kurt nearly shivered from the closeness as he hummed in agreement. For a while Blaine just held him as Kurt flipped through other random pages of the yearbook.
"So, what did you think?" Blaine broke the silence.
"You really don't want me at Mckinley do you?"
"I want you to be safe, if McKinley were safe, I would let you stay there but clearly it's not."
"You don't get to decide what's right for me."
"I know that, I just…I worry about you so much. It's not fair how they treat you."
Kurt sighed, "It was nice, it's like a slice of heaven. But I can't just leave. It's expensive-"
"I would happily pay!"
Kurt glared, "No. Besides, I have my friends, glee club…and if I leave, it'll feel like running away, I'm a Hummel. We don't take things lying down very well."
"Even if it's for your own good?"
"We're stubborn like that, family trait. Can't change it, sorry."
Blaine sighed, "Okay, I guess I can see where you're coming from…but will you at least keep Dalton in mind? Just in case.
Kurt gave a soft smile, before placing a kiss on Blaine's cheek, "I promise if things get too bad I'll leave. Dalton is very nice, but not necessary, not just yet. Okay Angel?"
Giving in (it was always that nickname) Blaine agreed, "Okay, you are so much braver than I ever was."
"I think you make me brave."
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's forehead, "Come on, it's a long drive home. We should go."
"I want a picture of you from high school Angel, it's priceless."
Blaine chuckled as he took Kurt's hand to lead him out, "I'll see what I can do."
That night Kurt found Blaine sitting on his bedroom floor leaning against his bed with a dozen magazines surrounding him. Blaine waved off Kurt's questioning face and the teenager settled onto his bed looking through texts from Mercedes to find out what he had missed from McKinley. Around an hour later, Blaine interrupted him.
"There! Perfect!" Blaine dropped his head back on Kurt's bed in triumph and gave the teen a lazy upside down grin.
"What did you do?" Kurt put down his phone and leaned over the edge to look at what Blaine had been working on.
"Tada!" the man revealed a picture of him from high school, clad in gelled hair and a red piping blue blazer, across the top the word COURAGE had been cut out from magazines, "There now you have a picture of me to keep with you at all times, and to remind you – I don't think your dad would want you to get a tattoo just yet. Maybe you can keep it in your locker at school?"
Carefully, Kurt took the picture in his hands, "Thank you, I – I will. How did you?"
"Oh that? That's nothing. I scrapbook in my spare time, it's fun. I think I have one dedicated to just you," Kurt raised an eyebrow; Blaine shrugged then reconsidered his words and blinked, "That sounded less creepy in my head. Not a stalker I swear."
"And yet you keep coming back," Kurt teased. Blaine childishly stuck his tongue out – making him look quite ridiculous as his face was somewhat upside down – Kurt laughed in response. Kurt placed the picture on his bed and put his hands on Blaine's cheeks. The teenager couldn't help but think he was in the perfect position to kiss Blaine Spiderman style; Kurt quickly shook the thoughts from his head and wrapped him in a hug as he gave the older man a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you Angel, I love it."
"I don't want to leave."
"Hey, I don't have a problem with you staying, but I doubt you'd give up New York for Lima, Ohio," Kurt answered the pouting man. The two were currently seated in Kurt's navigator outside the airport. Burt had stayed at home and so it was up to the teen to bid the man farewell.
"No, but I'd give it up for you."
Kurt snorted, "Yeah, right!"
"How come you never believe me?"
Kurt sighed in response and answered with his own question, "How come you don't want to go? You always know your vacations come to an end."
Blaine played with his seatbelt and his sunglasses, anything to keep him from focusing on the question. Finally he said, "I know, I know…I guess I just forgot how much I loved spending time with you guys. I just, I don't want to be alone again – you guys are my family. I wish I could take you to New York with me."
"I wish you could too," Kurt bit his lip after releasing the serious statement. He really hated Ohio sometimes.
Blaine took off his seatbelt and leaned over to take Kurt's hands in his own,
"One day Kurt Hummel, I'll take you to New York, I promise."
"What and you can't take me today?"
"Not yet, if I take you now, I'm pretty sure I'll end up kidnapping you. I don't think Burt would appreciate that."
"No, I don't think he would."
Blaine stayed there for a while, clutching on to Kurt as the teenager tried to stop shedding his own tears.
"I'm going to miss you so much, I love you," Blaine's voice broke at the end. When he pulled back Kurt could see the sheen of tears in his eyes.
"I'll miss you too, I love you Angel." Blaine tilted his head, like a puppy filled with love. He stroked the younger boy's cheek as he spoke, "I'll call you when I land, okay?"
Kurt nodded in response. Blaine pressed a wet kiss to his cheek and made his way out of the car. He knew if stayed any longer he wouldn't leave. He waved to the window from outside and walked away.
Kurt faced forward, hands gripped on the steering wheel and repeated the promise that Blaine had made to him so many years ago into the empty air, "I'm never saying good bye to you Angel."
Interlude: The Phone Calls
"Blaine! I have to tell you-" "No Kurt, it's my news let me-" "No Dad, I wanna-"
"Alright, alright. Take a deep breath the two of you!" Blaine chuckled at the Hummel's antics, "Now Kurt, tell me what happened," Blaine ignored the yells from Burt.
"Dad proposed! He's getting married! It's going to be amazing!"
"Burt, congrats! I'm so happy for you! When's the wedding?"
"It's in two weeks! I am so excited, I have so much planning to do and-"
"Alright Kurt, come on. Let your old man talk to him," Burt interrupted the ramblings of his son. Blaine listened as the phone was shuffled.
"Okay you're on speaker now, Kid."
"Wow, okay. Two weeks, that's soon, are you sure you can do that?"
"Don't underestimate me Angel! I have been planning weddings since I was four!" Blaine laughed in agreement.
"Okay, we didn't want you to find out through a wedding invitation, I wanted to do it in person. So what do you say, can you make it? It's the Saturday at 2."
"Well it's kind of short notice-"
"Angel! You have to come!"
"But, I should be able to move some things around. I won't be able to stay for long though," Blaine warned.
"As long as you come, thanks Kiddo."
"No problem. The things I do for you. You owe me for all the plane rides I take; you should visit me in New York as payment."
"When?" Kurt squealed.
Blaine laughed along with Burt as the phone call moved on to more nonsensical topics.
"Hey Burt, is this important? I'm kind of busy-"
"I thought you said you'd tell me if things got worse with Kurt?"
"What? Why did something happen? Did he tell you what happened? You have to understand Burt, I didn't want to keep it from you; Kurt made me-"
"And you thought it was okay to keep a death threat against my son from me?"
"What?!"
"You didn't-"
"No, I didn't know! Kurt never said anything! He acted like everything was fine! Shit, what happened, Burt? Is he alright?" Blaine continued to spew out curses and questions, all muddling up together.
"Hey, hey! Breathe! Kurt's fine, we got the guy expelled so Kurt'll be fine. He has his friends taking care of him, and me. He's okay," Blaine sighed in relief, "I'm sorry for accusing you, I just figured Kurt told you everything he didn't tell me."
"Yeah, well apparently we were both wrong about that," Blaine silently admitted that it stung quite a bit that his best friend was keeping secrets from him.
"Yeah, he's a teenager and you're an adult now. It was only a matter of time before he shut you out, might as well get used to it. Anyways, what did I interrupt?"
"Oh," Blaine took in his surroundings remembering just where he was, "I think I just walked out on my date. Oops."
"Only you could do that."
"Hey! Kurt's more important than some guy! Besides, it wouldn't have worked out anyways."
"Kid, you gotta quit shutting people out before you give them a chance. I know Caleb-"
"Don't! Just don't," Blaine pleaded, tears coming to his eyes as his voice quavered, "I don't want to talk about him. He hurt me, I'm moving on, slowly, but I promise you I am."
"It's been almost two years Blaine…"
"Please Burt. Not now."
"Okay then, I'll see you on Saturday?"
"I wouldn't miss your wedding for anything in the world!" Blaine happily accepted the change in topic.
"Alright then, he did you catch the game last night?"
Kurt's week was finally going well. His Karofsky problem was solved since his dad got him expelled, Finn stood up for him at the wedding, his dad was getting married and the New Directions did a number in his honor. Yes, Kurt's life was good and it was all thanks to his friends and family.
"Alright white boy, don't quit on me yet. You promised me a slow dance, and nobody breaks a promise to Ms. Mercedes Jones."
Kurt laughed at his best friend's comments as he continued to dance with her at the wedding reception. Just as the song ended and melted into another slow song, Kurt felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, mind if I cut in and steal him from you?" There was Blaine, looking as dapper as ever in a suit and bowtie (he was so obsessed with those things!) turning on a dazzling smile for Mercedes.
"Angel!" Kurt wrapped the older man in a hug, "You're here!"
"Of course I am Beautiful, like I would get on a plane and not come to the wedding I was invited to!" Blaine rolled his eyes as he squeezed Kurt tight in his arms.
Mercedes looked on utterly confused before muttering something about meeting up with the rest of the group (which Kurt silently thanked her for) and leaving the pair on the dance floor.
"So, dance?" Blaine held out a hand for Kurt. The teenager laughed as he positioned himself in Blaine's arms.
"So, are you enjoying yourself?" Kurt asked as they moved.
"Well enough, I think that woman over there was getting handsy with me – I swear she tried to grab my ass!"
"Oh yeah, that's Aunt Esther, old woman never got married. She feeds off the young, helpless men, trying to lure them into wedlock," Kurt winked.
"Ooh, scandalous. Good thing I got out of her evil clutches, huh?"
"Well, I can't say I blame her. You do have a rather nice ass." Kurt willed the heat out his cheeks as he tried to keep a straight face. Did this count as flirting? Is that what he was doing? Was that what their relationship was now? Blaine cocked his head at him and then began to laugh.
"Yes, I suppose I do, don't I Hummel?"
The two danced to the beat before Blaine broke the silence, "So how are you enjoying yourself?"
"I'm amazing! My dad's getting – got married and I'm actually getting a decent brother from it."
"Yeah, those are hard to find," Blaine mused as he mulled over the memories he had with Cooper, "I saw the speech he gave you. It was very thoughtful and kind, a very nice thing to do; especially since you just had your life threatened by some bully."
They stopped dancing. Blaine stared at him with intense eyes, but Kurt could still see the hurt behind the façade.
"You're upset."
"Of course I'm upset Kurt!" Blaine hissed, "You promised to tell me if anything happened. You promised to tell your dad if things got worse. This guy threatened you and you didn't do anything! Instead I had to find out from your dad."
"Blaine," Kurt cupped the man's face in his hands as he tried to reason with him, "Please try and understand. My dad just had a heart attack, I couldn't stress him out. I thought I could handle it."
"But why didn't you tell me?" Blaine asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
"I didn't want to bother you. You already spent a month with us after the heart attack. I didn't want to bother you in New York too."
Blaine placed his hands over Kurt's as he spoke clearly, looking straight into Kurt's eyes:
"Kurt, when are you going to realize that you are more important to me than anything that happens in New York? I care about you, okay? I love you. I mean that. I really, really do."
"I love you too Angel."
"Then please, please tell me what goes on in your life. I want to know the good and the bad. We're best friends aren't we? We've always been honest with each other; I don't want that to stop just because you're growing up and have doubts creeping up in your mind."
"Okay, I promise. No more being stupid. Anyways, can we move on now? Karofsky got expelled so I'm safe and it's my dad's wedding, happy thoughts, okay?" Kurt smiled.
Blaine grinned back, "Of course Sweetheart. Oh look baby cupcakes, you love those!"
Kurt nearly had a whiplash from Blaine's 180 in emotions; luckily he was used to the crazy man's ways. Silently, he let the curly haired man drag him over to the pile of sweets. Nothing but empty calories, but still so delicious!
"Come on Darling, open up," Blaine looked at him expectantly with a cupcake in his hand. Kurt stared at him until Blaine rolled his eyes and motioned the cupcake towards his mouth.
"Blaine I am 16, I don't need you to-" the older man took the opportunity to shove the mini cupcake into Kurt's mouth. Kurt's lips brushed the man's fingers as Blaine pulled his hand away. Blaine licked the icing that was left on his hand and smiled back at Kurt mischievously as the younger man did his best to bitch glare him into the next century. It was rather hard to do with a face stuffed with cake.
"Hey Blaine! You made it!" Burt cut off the spiel that Kurt was about to start. The father gave the music producer a hug as Blaine happily congratulated the older man. After some small talk about the flight (which as usual Blaine absolutely detested), how long Blaine would be staying for and where (he was staying at a hotel with a proper bed, thank you very much, and he was leaving the next morning) and some information about work in New York, Blaine finally asked the big question:
"So, how did you propose?"
"I took her to the classroom that Kurt introduced us in and proposed to her in there. It was very romantic of me, mind you. It was also nerve-wracking having to do it in front of all those kids I didn't know."
"Eh, once you've performed in public and embarrassed the crap out of yourself in front of dozens of strangers it doesn't really bother you so much," Blaine commented thoughtfully. Kurt raised an eyebrow questioningly, there had to be a story behind that.
Blaine shrugged nonchalantly, but Kurt could still see the slight blush as he answered the silent question, "I may have serenaded a crush of mine in high school. He was older and worked at GAP. And the song may have contained lyrics about sex toys. Turns out I accidently outed him and got him fired. Needless to say he rejected me. I'm just lucky that they didn't ban me from the store. Not one of my greatest moments."
Burt chuckled and shook his head in fondness. Kurt meanwhile gave Blaine his judging look.
"Really Blaine the GAP? Couldn't you set your sights a little higher?"
"Hey! Young love knows no bounds Kurt! Have a heart." Kurt rolled his eyes at the man's dramatics.
"Still, I don't think you'd have the guts to just pop the question on the spot. Not with the attention of so many people and the fear of rejection on your shoulders," Burt interjected, holding off the argument that was bound to happen.
Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Oh, you think so?"
Kurt's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "Oh God, Blaine don't you dare-"
Too late. Kurt sighed and buried his face in his hands as his angel dropped to one knee before him and took his hands in his own.
"Kurt Hummel, I love you so very much. Will you marry me?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Okay Blaine, you've proved your point. You have no shame. See what you did Dad?-"
"No, wait Kurt! Don't reject me just yet! I think I have," Blaine dug around in his pocket, "Aha!" The man pulled out a small black velvet box.
"I even have a ring this time. So Kurt, I am on my knees, have a ring and the attention of everyone. Will you marry me?"
Kurt looked around the room; almost everyone's eyes were on them. His friends' eyes were at an owlish size. The only reason they didn't have everyone's attention was because Rachel was still singing something or another.
"Okay, that's enough Blaine. Get off the floor you're making a scene!" Kurt pulled at the man.
"But you didn't say yes," Blaine pouted.
"Oh my God Blaine, get up!" Kurt hissed then in a louder voice, "Sorry, he's insane. Didn't take his meds this morning. Absolutely crazy, carry on please."
Kurt gave another sharp tug and finally Blaine was off the floor but unfortunately all but flattened Kurt. The teenager caught the man by the arms as he stumbled into him and wrapped his arms around the younger's waist.
"Now that wasn't very nice Kurt. You could have just said no. Now they all think I'm mental."
"I think you're mental Blaine! You are so embarrassing! This is why we can't take you anywhere! You see Dad? He has no boundaries? Okay? Point proven. And do you just carry around a ring box with you? Honestly, what is in that thing?"
Kurt made grabby hands for the box in Blaine's hands. The man just chuckled and placed it in his pocket again as he stepped to Kurt's side and swung an arm around him.
"Sorry Sweetheart, you said no. For the second time! You don't get to see."
"You know, most people usually ask the parents' permission before proposing. This is the second time you've done so and not once have you asked me if it's okay," Burt said actually looking serious about the matter.
"Sorry Burt, may I have your son's hand in marriage?"
"That's all I wanted to hear. And yes Blaine, you have my full blessing. After all, better you than some other guy."
"Um, hello? Standing right here people. You are both absolutely ridiculous. And Dad, I can't believe you'd just give your only son away like that!" Kurt interrupted.
"I think I'm wearing him down," Blaine stage-whispered to Burt, causing the youngest to roll his eyes and elbow the man in the ribs. Blaine laughed at that and pulled the boy closer.
"Okay, okay. So are you gonna sing a song for me Blaine?" Burt asked.
"I don't know…"
"Oh, Angel you have to! Please? Come on – let's do a duet! It'll be fun!"
Blaine chuckled as he agreed and let the younger man drag him towards the stage.
"Yo Aretha, why are you looking so sad? We're at a wedding, get happy! My boys are becoming bros!" Puck greeted Mercedes as she rejoined the group.
"Shut up Puck! And besides, apparently Kurt has more important people to hang out with than his best friends," she answered as she nodded her head in Kurt's direction.
The teenagers looked over to see Kurt dancing in the arms of a man. Dancing very closely, intimately and happily with some man. Like seriously, Artie didn't even think Kurt could smile that much.
"Who is that?" Tina asked.
"Hell if I know. All I know is that Kurt called him Angel and the guy called him Beautiful. Then I had to leave because it was getting too weird. It was like I was interrupting a date or something."
"Wait, isn't Kurt an atheist? Why would he call him an angel?" Quinn asked.
"If he's an angel then where are his wings?" Brittney asked.
"Who cares? That guy is smoking hot! Do you think he's actually gay? I would love to get up on that!" Santana interjected.
"Yeah, he has a really nice ass. It's like someone baked it to perfection," Tina said dreamily until she saw Mike's look and then she quickly backtracked, "I mean if you're into that. I'm more of an abs girl myself."
"Well it's a good thing I got good ones. I mean did you see me in Rocky Horror?" Sam interrupted.
"Shut up man, she's my girlfriend!" Mike reproved.
"Dude, who cares? Obviously my boy is getting some! It's about time too! That guy is good looking," everyone gave Puck strange looks as he spoke, "You know, if I were into dudes and stuff. I'm not though, I like boobs."
"I don't know how I feel about this. I mean I'm supposed to be Kurt's brother now, right? Should I be over-protective? Besides, that guy totally isn't Kurt's type. He likes the sweet, dorky jock, right? Like me and Sam," Finn commented as he took in the scene.
"Wait Kurt had a crush on me? Not gonna lie, that's kinda flattering," Sam said.
"Okay hold up! White boy wouldn't have a boyfriend without telling me! Especially someone as old as that. Seriously, how old is he?" Mercedes asked.
"Wait hold up y'all. It looks like they're arguing, do we step in or what?" Artie questioned.
"Man screw it, I could take him. He's short anyways," Puck came to the defense. The boys of New Directions started to prepare themselves for a fight.
Just then Quinn stopped them, "Guys stop! You can't just go up there and hit some guy you don't know!"
"Why not, he's messing with my boy?" Puck asked.
"Yeah, Kurt's my brother now; it comes in the job description," Finn whined.
"Wait guys, look. It looks like they're making up already," Tina hushed them.
The group watched as the man and Kurt hugged, and then the older man dragged Kurt to the cupcake table. Then the girls started to coo over how the man was feeding Kurt.
"Aww, I wish a guy would do that for me," Tina gushed as Brittney and Quinn nodded in response. Automatically Mike, Sam and Artie gave each other a look before searching around them for something to feed their girlfriends.
"Okay, hold up. That doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean they're dating," Mercedes stated. If Kurt had a boyfriend he would tell her, right? After all Mercedes was his best friend.
"Girl, where have you been? Seriously, when was the last time you saw Kurt willingly let someone feed him or get that close to him?" Artie asked giving the girl an incredulous look.
"Hey, look there's Burt. What do you think is-" Finn cut off as the eldest Hummel wrapped his arms around the curly haired man.
"So I guess they know each other?" Mike asked, trying to gage the atmosphere.
"Should I know him? I mean Burt seems to like him. What if this guy hates me?" Finn asked slightly panicked.
"Wait guys, what's happening?" Tina asked at large.
The friends watched as the older man dropped to his knees in front of Kurt and took his hands. Their eyes widened and some jaws dropped.
"Holy shit!" Santana exclaimed as she noticed the ring box, "Well Gigantor, looks like you're having an in-law for Christmas already, congrats!"
"Wait is my dolphin getting married? He's a really good kisser," Brittney blankly stated.
"Wait, Kurt's too young to get married," Quinn said.
"Maybe they're really in love? Oh my gosh, what if it's an arranged marriage or something that was planned since Kurt was just a baby?" Tina went into panic mode and she and Mike began to talk conspiracy theories.
"Well I honestly wasn't expecting that. Dude's got balls for doing that in front of everyone. Respect man, I guess," Puck whistled.
The group dissolved into conversation over whether the guy was Kurt's boyfriend or fiancé now.
"Would you guys shut up? You're blowing this out of proportion!" Mercedes silenced the bunch.
They continued to watch as Kurt tugged the man to his feet, they caught the words in 'insane' and 'embarrass'. They seemed stunned at how easily the man touched and held on to Kurt as he talked to Burt. Neither the Hummel men seemed phased by what had just happened.
"Wait, so is Kurt getting married or not?" Sam asked the question on everyone's minds.
"Guys shut up they're coming here!" Santana warned
The group smiled awkwardly and innocently as Kurt dragged the man by the hand up to the stage. Kurt didn't miss the looks and gave them all a suspicious glare of his own and then told Rachel to hand over the mike. Rachel stared wide-eyed at the man and silently handed over the microphone as she made her way down to New Directions. They all watched as the pair started singing Just Can't Get Enough.
"Wow, he really does have an amazing voice," Rachel commented as she watched the man sing with Kurt.
"Hold up, you know who he is hobbit? What, is there like a hobbit convention in town where you all commiserate about not being able to go back to the shire?" Santana asked.
"Honestly Santana if you're going to behave so rudely with me I don't see why I should tell you anything. Finn, did you listen to my song? What did you think? I wasn't pitchy was I? I'm trying to work on-"
"Girl, would you be quiet for two seconds? Who is that guy with Kurt?" Mercedes asked as she eyed the pair. The two moved around each other with ease and their voices melded together very nicely. And honestly the sexual tension between the two of them was getting unnerving. How was it possible to flirt without saying a word?!
"Fine. I don't know him, not personally anyways. I think I saw his face in a magazine once," Rachel huffed.
"Woah, woah…Hummel's dating some type of male model? Was it a porn magazine? Dude's definitely got the body for it. Damn, didn't know Kurt had it in him," Puck commented.
"No, shut up Noah! It was some sort of music magazine; they were doing an article of the top 15 people under 30 to look for in the music industry. I remember seeing him in a picture with some Asian guy, he works in the music industry from what I can remember. Behind the scenes, not a performer. I think his name was Brian Andrews or something?" Rachel answered unsurely.
"Well whoever he is, he has the complete and total attention of Kurt. Boy's looking at him like the man can walk on water – or fly or something!" Mercedes said heatedly.
"Lord Tubbington tried to walk on water once, he fell into the bathtub," Brittney said blankly.
Half the group gave the blonde confused stares while the other half watched as the man took Kurt to a table. They were even further shocked when Kurt laughingly accepted to sit in the man's lap.
"Okay, there's no way that's normal for Kurt," Finn stared.
Mercedes began to see red; this guy was completely monopolizing her best friend!
"That's it! I'm getting some answers, who's coming with me?" the girl asked.
"Oh, I'll come! Maybe I can ask what he thought of my singing! It would be nice to get a foot in the door especially in such a cut throat business," Rachel volunteered.
Mercedes rolled her eyes with the rest of the group, "Fine, what about you Finn?"
"I think I'll hang back. If Kurt wants me to know he'll tell me right?" Finn looked around unsurely for some back up. Most of the guys reassuringly nodded their heads. The last thing they wanted to do was piss off Kurt!
"Come on then Rachel."
"That was so much fun! You really should be on Broadway, or the radio! Your live shows would be sold out, filled with millions of screaming teenage girls," Kurt laughed as he held Blaine's hand and made their way to a table. He felt like he was on top of the world.
"Why thank you Darling," Blaine chuckled, "Not too sure I'd want screaming girls throwing themselves at me though. Not the demographic I particularly care about," Blaine winked at the young man. Kurt laughed and blushed as Blaine pulled him into his lap.
"Alright, fair point. But I never said anything about girls throwing themselves at you though!" Kurt rolled his eyes as his hands wandered up and down on Blaine's torso. The man had a very well defined body…Kurt quickly shook the thoughts away and sought a distraction, "Oh, cake!" The teenager grabbed one of the plates of cake that had been set around the table.
"Want some?" Kurt asked.
"What are you offering?" Blaine answered; his voice gravelly and dangerously low.
Kurt felt his heart rate pick up, could feel the blood pulsing through his veins. Feeling bold he scooped some icing onto his finger and brought it to the older man's lips. Blaine opened his mouth and sucked on his finger for a split second longer than necessary. He was quite impressed with the blush Kurt was sporting when he pulled his head back.
"Ahem."
The pair looked up to see two girls staring at them. Kurt's dance partner was all but glaring at Blaine looking none too happy about the sight before her, the other one stared shell shocked at the sight.
"Mercedes, Rachel! What's up? Why don't you join us?" Kurt motioned to the chairs across from them.
Mercedes grudgingly took a seat and Rachel followed.
"Well you know, just wanted to know the guy that stole my date for the wedding and never gave him back," Mercedes eyed the man who held Kurt. The man looked slightly embarrassed and somewhat scared too, good.
"Mercedes!" Kurt chastised when he heard the hostility in her voice.
"Oh no, it's not a problem. Hi, Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you, I am so sorry for stealing your date, that wasn't very nice of me," Blaine outstretched a hand that Mercedes stiffly took, and then he gave it to Rachel.
"Mercedes Jones."
"Oh the infamous Mercedes! I've heard a lot about you!"
"I'm Rachel Berry, have you heard about me?"
"Of course, the girl that's Broadway bound. He secretly respects your talent, he'll just never say it out loud," Blaine winked and watched as the girl beamed. Kurt smacked him across the chest.
"What's the point of calling it a secret if you're going to tell her anyways? I swear I can't tell you anything!" Blaine playfully pouted at that.
"So you've heard a lot about us? That's funny, because Kurt's never mentioned you before," Mercedes replied.
Blaine's eyes dimmed but he kept his smile in place. To anyone else he would have looked perfectly normal, but Kurt could see that he was hurt. He watched as his angel put up his walls and slipped into a mask at Mercedes' words. Before he could explain he felt something vibrate underneath him.
"Oh, sorry that's my phone," Blaine pulled the device out of his pockets and looked at the screen. He rolled his eyes when he saw who it was, clearly exasperated, "Sorry, I should take this otherwise he won't stop calling." He smiled apologetically at the girls and gave Kurt a peck on the cheek before he slipped out from underneath the boy and headed towards the hallway.
"What the hell was that?" Kurt turned on his so-called best friends.
"I don't know Kurt, why don't you tell us? We've never seen or heard of this guy before and then he appears out of thin air attached to your side? Since when do you keep secrets from me? I thought we were best friends," Mercedes ended sadly.
"Cedes, Blaine's my best friend. He has been since I was eight years old. You guys are my high school best friends, I love you all to no end…but he's my…"
"Angel?"
Kurt glanced up confused before realizing she obviously overheard the nickname for the man, "Yes, he's my angel. He means a lot to me and you just hurt his feelings!"
"Well how am I supposed to react to you keeping a secret as big as this from us?"
"I wasn't keeping him a secret! It just never came up!"
"Kurt, we're just worried for you. Mercedes is only trying to express her concern," Rachel mediated.
"No, Mercedes is getting jealous over the fact that I have other friends," Kurt glared.
"I'm sorry; I didn't realize I was sharing my best friend."
"Mercedes, I love you. You are the best girlfriend a gay guy could have, but I'm not your boyfriend. You have to stop trying to fit me into your life as one. Blaine is my best friend, there is no reason to get jealous over it. I only get to see him a few times a year, please let me enjoy my time with him."
Mercedes sighed, "I'm sorry Kurt. I just, I did get jealous – but I was only looking out for you!"
"That's very sweet of you, but trust me, Blaine is the last person you need to protect me from."
"Well I'd certainly hope so," Kurt turned back at the sound of Blaine's voice only to find him grinning at the girls.
"Don't worry Mercedes, I'll keep his heart safe. Thank you for looking out for him when I'm not around. It was very nice to meet you."
Mercedes nodded and smiling a little and gave a similar reply. Turning to Kurt Blaine placed a hand on his shoulder as he spoke, "Hey listen Sweetheart, I have to get going. I already said bye to your dad just wanted to let you know."
"Well here, let me walk you out at least. We're done here anyways, right?" Kurt gave a questioning smile to his friends. Mercedes nodded as she smiled and bid them bye as they walked away.
"Mercedes, we forgot to ask if they were dating or not," Rachel said.
"So what was the phone call about?" Kurt asked as Blaine took off his tie and suit jacket and placed it in the back seat of the car. When he came back up to lean on the hood, his shirt sleeves were rolled up half way, he looked like he was posing for a magazine.
"Eh, one of my friends was having an existential/mid-life crisis."
"Are you old enough for that?"
Blaine laughed, "God, I hope not. I've barely done anything! I can't be halfway done with my life already!"
"So what was the crisis?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, "He fell in love. He won't quite admit it yet, but he's in love. Desperately so. It's kind of funny how whipped he is." Neither of them noticed the irony of the statement coming from Blaine, who would do just about anything for Kurt.
"I see," Kurt replied as he moved towards Blaine. On instinct Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's hips. The younger man ran his hands up and down Blaine's arms, "You have nice arms," Kurt murmured. Then his eyes grew as he realized what he had just said.
"Thank you," Blaine whispered as he stared at him intensely. For a while the air crackled with the unsaid words between them.
As always, it was Blaine who broke the silence, "How come…Kurt, why don't they know about me? Are you ashamed of me or something? Or…" Blaine broke off, unable to finish his thought process.
"What? No, Blaine, never! It's not that. It's just our friendship is different than the one I have with them."
"Because I'm over a decade older than you?" Blaine smiled wryly.
"No, not because of the age difference, silly. Because you're my best friend. I tell you everything about everyone, including them. They don't have that same privilege. You just, you mean more. I don't know if I'll ever see them after high school even, but somehow I know you'll stick around. Hell, you'll probably end up being the best man at my wedding or something!" Kurt didn't mention how dashing he thought Blaine would look as his husband.
"You're right, I will always be around. I don't think you could ever get rid of me. I'll haunt you even after I die," grinning the man continued, "And for your information I'm still vying for the position as your husband."
Kurt rolled his eyes and then remembered something, "Speaking of weddings, what was in that ring box?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, "A ring of course. But you don't get to see it because you turned me down." Honestly Kurt wasn't that surprised when Blaine stuck his tongue out after.
"Oh come on Angel!" Blaine shook his head, "I only ask because…is that the ring that he gave to you when he proposed?" Kurt asked quietly.
"What? No, Kurt no. I didn't even take the ring from him, I never said yes. He only proposed, I was never actually engaged!"
"Well what's in there then?"
Blaine sighed as the fished out the box and opened it for Kurt. The teenager gasped when he saw the contents.
"This ring means more to me than any diamond ring ever could," Blaine said quietly.
"Oh Angel, you kept it?"
"Of course I kept it. It took me ages to make it!"
Inside the box was a ring made of gum wrappers and a bow tie in the center where the diamond would be. They both remembered the story behind the ring, Blaine better than Kurt.
"Gosh, I must have been nine or ten at the time," Kurt commented.
"Nine, you were nine. I remember when you proposed to me and I asked for a ring," Blaine chuckled as he reminisced, "Of course you didn't have one and you were so sad because you thought you couldn't marry me then. So I made it out of gum wrappers just for you. Took me forever too! But at least I had the decency to say yes to you!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I was nine Blaine, of course you said yes. You had to appease me somehow!"
"I'm just saying, if I could say yes, why can't you?"
"I am incredibly sorry. Do you just carry that around with you everywhere?"
"Not everywhere, I honestly just brought it with me on a whim. It has some good memories with it," he explained as he put the box away, "Besides, never know when I'm going to have to propose to you again. Have to keep at it until you say yes," Blaine winked.
Kurt locked his arms around the man's neck, Blaine raised an eyebrow but simply tightened his hold on the boy.
"You know, since you already said yes to my proposal, technically speaking you don't have to keep asking. After all, we're technically engaged then, aren't we Mr. Anderson?"
"Why you make an excellent point Mr. Hummel, I suppose this means we have a wedding to plan?"
"Colour schemes, venues, catering the whole works! And then for our wedding song-"
"Come What May," Blaine cut him off without missing a beat.
"The greatest love song ever," Kurt breathed.
"The perfect song to describe our undying love," Blaine countered.
For a moment the two held their breaths, staring at each other quite seriously. Then they cracked and dissolved into fits of laughter.
When they finally sobered from discussing their 'wedding' Kurt gathered the courage to ask what was really on his mind, "This feels different. When we talk and stuff, it doesn't feel as…I don't know. It feels flirty, I guess?" he fought hard to keep the blush off his cheeks.
"Well, I guess I finally realized that you're not a child anymore, so I'm not going to treat you like one. I'm trying to treat you like I treat all my adult friends."
"You flirt, kiss and make all your friends blush?" Kurt asked deadpanned.
Blaine rubbed the back of his neck as he looked away from Kurt's eyes. This time Kurt could see the blush on Blaine's face. Turning back the older man answered, "I don't do it with all my friends, not consciously anyways. I just, I actually try with you/"
"You try to flirt and make me blush?"
"I – yes," Blaine answered sheepishly.
"Why?"
More blushing on Blaine's behalf, "I – you…it's just – you look good when you blush, you look happy. I don't know, I can't really explain it. I just, like it? You look so careless and happy, I like seeing you like that, knowing that I made you like that."
Kurt supposed he could understand the appeal, he quite enjoyed the flush on Blaine's complexion himself.
"I see," Kurt said slowly.
"Is that alright then? Can we keep doing this? The flirting and everything?"
"Yeah, sure, I don't see why not," Kurt stumbled over his words, "I just – what are the boundaries, what counts as crossing a line?" Kurt had no idea how this would work.
"I think what we have right now works just fine, don't you? How about we just keep doing what we're doing and if you're uncomfortable at any time I'll back off, okay? I promise, I just like making you smile."
"I – yeah, okay then."
"Good," Blaine grinned and brought his face close to Kurt's, their noses brushing against each other as they did, "I'd do anything to make you happy, give you anything even."
"Oh really? Your money?"
"Once we get married I'll put you down for half my assets and inheritance," Blaine threw back.
"You'd let me make you over?"
"Like you don't do that already! Besides, you love me just the way I am."
"The gum wrapper ring?"
"Ooh, that's a tough one. That's special to me, it's our proposal ring. I'll get you a nice wedding ring instead."
Kurt pouted, "Your heart?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
If possible Blaine leaned in even closer, his voice was rough and sent shivers down Kurt's skin as he answered, "Why ask for something you've had since forever?"
Made it! Okay long AN.
First off thanks to allrefuseandtheeichuse, lifeofgurl, Courageous Fucking Unicorns, SilverWhiteDragon, Alice, weasley-potter-05, Sofia Michelle, DimpleyFace8D, Wingedgirl18 and lucy641 for reviewing. It means the world to me!
Now credit for specific scenes:
Wingedgirl18: Asked for wary Finn, not too sure I did a good job on that
Sofia Michelle: Asked for another Klaine proposal and mention of the song Come What May
Weasley-potter-05: Asked for slow dance
Courageous Fucking Unicorns: Asked for Kurt to sit in Blaine's lap
Lifeofgurl: Asked for a Klaine duet Just Can't Get Enough
SilverWhiteDragon: Asked for lovey dovey married Klaine so I had them feed each other, hope that works
Others: Asked for apprehensive, suspicious, confused ND
I hope you enjoyed and it lived up to your expectations! Thank you for all the help on the scenes!
Poll time:
Next chapter is going to be the Christmas chapter (we get to see more confused Finn). This means Hudson/Hummel/Blaine gift exchange. What do you want to see as presents (giving and receiving). Remember we have Christmas Eve and Christmas day so list as many as you want! Seriously, I need help!
Also, I'm planning an ND interrogation of Blaine. What do you want them to ask him? You can be specific.
Bonus 1: First person to tell me what the Doctor Who reference was can make a special request if they want for the fic!
Bonus 2: First person to tell me who called Blaine at the wedding can make a request also. Hint: this person was in Glee canon.
It's one bonus or the other
Okay, I think that's it. As always I hope you enjoyed and that you review. Remember, 5 reviews for polls please! :)
I don't know when the next update will be since exams are starting up, but I'll say around two weeks.
See you next time! Thank you!