Blaine slammed the front door shut after his parents, grinning wildly. Cooper had ensured they would be out all evening, telling them that 'Etta and Andrew were thinking about taking "the next step in their relationship" and needed the house to themselves. Britney was going to the park to meet Santana. The Latino girl had believed Britney almost immediately, although at first she had began yelling at the girl for trying to "screw with the sad lonely chick". This had resulted in Britney bursting into tears and Santana immediately feeling remorseful, something she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Blainey!"
Britney appeared at the top of the stairs, hair tossed into three messy buns on the top of her head. She wore a skin tight black dress, contrasting heavily with her Hello Kitty Converse and rainbow knee socks.
"Should I wear a black wig? Cause Santana is like, super pretty and she has black hair and it looks really nice and I want to look really good for her,"
Blaine laughed, motioning for her to come down the steps.
"Brit, you look amazing, you always do,"
"But you don't think I'm pretty-"
"Hon, that's cause I'm meant to think only Kurt is pretty,"
And boy was he. Blaine had really gotten no sleep the night before, or rather that morning. After Kurt had reluctantly hung up, Blaine had spent another hour or so thinking about how ridiculously gorgeous the countertenor was.
"But what about that Tom Felton guy you talk about-"
"Oh, Britney we aren't going to talk about that right now, and never in front of Kurt, kay?" the Warbler guided her to the door, where Bonnie and Cooper were waiting.
"You ready, Lamb?" beamed Bonnie. She couldn't believe it when Blaine and Britney had found both their soulmates in the same night. Cooper and her had never thought this day would come. At the same time, everyone involved was concerned about the legal ramifications of the couples dating. Cooper was looking into getting faux legal passes for them, but it was turning out more complicated and more expensive than they had thought.
The siblings exchanged a worried look as they all attempted to shove away their worries. Bonnie ripped into her purse, grabbing her legal pass.
"Here take this, Brits," she murmured.
"I thought you and Jer have a wedding to go to," Cooper whispered. She waved her hand, sighing.
"He can tell them I'm sick,"
The group looked at each other, remembering once more the danger of what they were about to do. Even Britney gulped slowly, staring at her feet. Cooper cuffed his brother on the shoulder, opening the door slowly. Britney and Bonnie slipped out, wishing Blaine luck. Coop hesitated.
"And what's the first thing you tell Kurt Hum-I mean, Kurt, when he gets here?" he asked for the tenth time that day. Sighing, Blaine motioned to the stairs.
"I show him the trap door in my closet and tell him if anyone comes to the door, he needs to hide there, immediately,"
Nodding, Cooper stepped out to the front porch.
"I still can't believe you found him, bud," he grinned.
"I said I would," Blaine smirked. His brother laughed, waving as he headed towards his car.
"Be safe!" he winked. Blaine rolled his eyes, closing the door behind him.
It was game time.
He scurried about the house, organizing and cleaning. He was in the bathroom when he found the condoms his father had left him. A sticky note with Mr. Baine's jagged handwriting was set on top.
Jesus made Pieretta for you! Put her to use!
Gagging at the numerous sick problems with his father's logic, Blaine tossed the condoms into the cupboard.
He turned to the mirror next, grabbing his favorite brand of gel. Within minutes, his bushy curls were forced into submission and he smiled charmingly into the mirror.
DING GONG
He took a deep breath, scurrying down the stairs and yanking open the heavy oak door.
And there he was.
Dressed in a lovely black jacket and threaded blue and green scarf, was Kurt Hummel. His pale skin glowed even more in the light of day and his ocean-like eyes glittered beautifully.
He smiled softy, holding out a single red rose.
"Hey," he said. Blaine grinned, taking the rose and sniffing it.
"I figured you wouldn't be able to hide a bouquet very well..." the countertenor murmured. His soulmate laughed, pulling Kurt inside. Once the door was properly closed, he strode to the windows, shutting the blinds. Finally, he swept Kurt into his arms, kissing him firmly on the mouth.
"Oh!" he breathed in suprise.
"They're absolultly perfect," Blaine whispered. Kurt giggled, capturing the other boy's lips once more. They were moving towards the couch when Blaine's phone began ringing.
"Urgh..." he groaned. Kurt took a step back, looking petrified. Not breaking their held gazes, Blaine pressed talk on the phone. Tension hung in the air.
"Hello?"
"Did you show him the trapdoor?"
Blaine felt himself relax, air flooding his lungs. Kurt's brow furrowed adorably.
"Coop! Thank God, I thought you were Dad!"
"Coop as in your older brother?" Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded, rolling his eyes. Placing his hand over his heart, Kurt sank into the couch, tears swimming in his eyes. Blaine's heart shattered.
"Oh god, Kurt, no don't cry," A tear traced down the tenor's cheek. "Cooper, I'll text you if we get arrested," Sarcasm colored his heartbroken tone as he hung up the cell. He fell into the couch, pulling Kurt into his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt Hummel, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this..."
"You don't either," the boy sniffed, stroking Blaine's curls. The Warbler scoffed, rubbing his eyebrows.
"But, you... You're like an angel Kurt, so perfect and gorgeous and sweet. And you deserve a soulmate that can be there for you all the time, who doesn't have to hide you..."
Kurt was silent for a moment, gazing into Blaine's hazel eyes. He swallowed before speaking in a gentle but final tone.
"Blaine, I love you. To me, you are perfect and beautiful and kind. I can't wait to spend forever with you, even if forever is cut short-"
"Don't say that-"
"We both know it could happen, Blaine,"
They held each others eyes for a few silent minutes, never breaking their hold of each other. Suddenly, Kurt moved forward, trapping his love in a hungry kiss.
"Let's make the most of our forever," he murmured. Blaine nodded, running his hands through Kurt's chestnut hair. They continued kissing, ending twenty minutes later with Blaine draped over Kurt's pale form and both with their jackets lying on the floor.
"I probably should show you my closet now," Blaine sighed. "It's where you would hide if someone were to come a knocking,"
"Does this mean we have to move?" moaned Kurt. The boys laughed, Blaine pulling himself off his soulmate. They grasped hands and Blaine led them upstairs. They entered his room, Kurt frowning at the sports and Bond posters adorning the wall.
"This, this is Andrew's room..." the Warbler whispered, looking down.
"Oh Blaine..." Kurt bit his lip, grabbing his love's chin. "We're going to figure this out, okay? And then you'll never have to be this boy again."
"Kurt, our best bet is a fake legal pass and... The lowest price Cooper has found is 100,000 dollars...Each. And we need them for Brit and Santana too..."
He winced as Kurt took in a sharp breath, his grip tensing.
"We'll figure it out... As long as we're together."
Blaine grimaced, squeezing the pale teen's hand. He swung the closet door open.
It appeared to Kurt to be a ordinary closet, jackets, shirts and pants hung with care and a few boxes labeled randomly. At his soulmate's quizzical expression, Blaine smiled, pushing back a row of clothes in the back. The opening revealed a wall-length poster of baseball player, Keith Hernandez. This only confused Kurt further.
"K. H," Blaine explained. A smile lit across Kurt's face as his boyfriend pealed back the poster to display a narrow door. His hand released Blaine's for a moment, moving to pull open the secret entrance.
The room, although tiny, was covered in Broadway show posters, as well as Harry Potter ones, many featuring Draco Malfoy. A rack of bow ties hung in one corner, playbills and Vogue magazines stacked in another. Next to a tower of books such as Brokeback Mountain and "Hero" by Perry Moore, a white board sat on a small chair, covered in various forms of "KH + BA" and "Blaine Hummel-Anderson".
Blaine looked over at Kurt, expecting him to laugh at the irony of it. Instead he saw tears welling up in Kurt's eyes. Leaping into action, he put an arm around him.
"Darling, what's wrong?" he gasped. The countertenor waved him off, wiping tears away.
"Nothing, it's just, I... You're everything I've ever dreamed of Blaine Anderson being,"
Blaine swallowed, his heart heaving with emotion.
"Kurt...You have no idea what that means to me,"
They kissed softly, letting their lips graze together.
"Wait," Blaine whispered. Kurt sighed dramatically, shooting his soulmate a playful pout. The Warbler headed to a small white wooden nightstand, setting the rose in a vase on top of the only other thing on the stand, a purple printed napkin. Kurt read the print carefully, a smile caressing his lovely face. It was one from the Lima Bean.
"I found this at a garage sale once and just...I don't know something told me it would be perfect for storing Kurt Hummel's memories," Blaine explained. Kurt beamed, grabbing the shorter man's hand.
"I love you,"
"And I love you," Blaine replied.
They spent the afternoon sorting through Blaine's closet, learning more about each other. They seemed to never run out of things to talk about, or at least if they did, they'd just exchange lazy kisses in replacement of words. Finally, it was nearing 6 o'clock and time to say goodbye.
"Come on, angel, you've got to get going," Blaine sighed. He turned towards the exit, heading to the doorway.
"No, wait," Kurt called. Blaine paused, looking regretful.
"Darling, I'm sorry but-"
"No Blaine, it's just that...I want this to be our world." he motioned to the small space surrounding them, blushing slightly. "I want to kiss goodnight and leave at this doorway, not at the Baine's front door."
Blaine smiled, understanding.
"Are you sure? It's kinda small..."
Making his way across the room in a short stride, Kurt met Blaine's hopelessly eager lips with his own.
"For now, this is our forever. And that's all that matters,"
Blaine nodded.
"I'll slip a key under the mat and wait for you up here next time," he promised. Kurt grinned, pressing one last kiss to his love's lips before leaving their world and entering the Baine's.
Next chapter should include some of Santana and Kurt talking about what's going on and Blaine and his family looking into fake passes more. I'll try to update more often! I'm just so busy, I'm sorry! Also, if you feel that this is going too fast, I've always felt that if you knew for sure who your soulmate was, you would probably take things more seriously and faster. Finally, I'm kind of imagining Klaine's World as the size of a handicapable restroom, if that makes sense.
OH and shout out to the book "Hero" by Perry Moore! It's spectactular and I totally feel like Blaine would read it! Check it out!
Please review! Good luck on Thursday. :(
Klisses and Klugs to all!
