A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for all the favorites/alerts. They're much appreciated. :D
I apologize for the huge wait between chapters. I won't bore you with a list of excuses, but I will say I feel incredibly guilty.
Another long chapter coming up. This chapter ended up being about breakfast with the fam, a bit of a fluffy Klaine date, and some worrying about the wedding. Let's just say some people (mainly me) are getting impatient about the long wait. (Added later on: I'm really not liking the way their lunch is going…but oh well.)
Also, I'll be introducing some new characters this chapter that may or may not appear later on. And they are… *drum roll*… Blaine's grandparents! :D Along with a role model of Blaine's from his childhood.
P.S. don't forget to review! :D I accept praise, constructive criticism, and (this time around) death threats and yelling for being so long in updating.
Question: Is the T rating good enough for this story? Because sometimes I write smut and not even notice until I go back to proofread... but yeah, let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Although I wish I did, I do not. I in no way own any of the songs mentioned, although I do have the original and the Warblers' versions on my iPod. Thanks go out to Ryan Murphy for creating all of the wonderfulness that is Glee.
The sun shone brightly through the light gray curtains, alerting Kurt to the dawning of a new day. He squinted open his eyes reluctantly, not wanting to leave the warmth of Blaine's arms. He looked over at his digital alarm clock. 10:30 AM. Kurt groaned. Even though he had nothing planned for the day, Kurt hated waking up any later than 9 AM on any given day. Unless there was a pressing circumstance, like illness or a rough night, etc. He blamed his nonworking biological clock on Blaine. Blaine always had an effect on Kurt, sometimes to the point of annoyance. Like how Blaine had tricked him into ordering pizza last night. The veggie pizza wasn't that bad, but Kurt would never admit such a thing aloud.
Kurt looked up to see Blaine was still sleeping, his breathing deep and steady. Blaine had always looked gorgeous when he slept. Any worry became nonexistent and just seeing him so serene made Kurt feel as if nothing negative would ever happen to them. He caressed Blaine's cheek affectionately, taking care to not wake him. His efforts were for naught however, as Blaine's eyes slowly flickered open.
Blaine smiled as his sights set onto Kurt. Although the vision was a bit blurry due to sleep, Kurt still looked as beautiful as ever. First-thing-in-the-morning Kurt was Blaine's favorite. There was no perfectly coiffed hair, no perfectly mastered poker face; there was just Kurt, disheveled and drowsy and adorable Kurt. Blaine swallowed audibly, trying to keep his morning "problem" under control.
"Good morning beautiful," Blaine whispered. His voice was still a bit raspy from sleep, but Kurt smiled nonetheless.
"Good morning," Kurt whispered in reply.
"I'm surprised you're not up and making breakfast already," Blaine teased after noticing the time.
Kurt groaned. "I would have been if someone wasn't so warm and cuddly." Kurt attempted to glare at his fiancé, but it was always hard to stay mad at Blaine for long. The glare soon softened into mild annoyance which completely disappeared within a matter of seconds.
Blaine grinned cockily. "Yeah? Well, you wouldn't want it any other way."
"True." Kurt sighed. "I don't want to get up."
"Then don't." Blaine tightened his grasp around Kurt's waist. "I can think of other ways we can pass the time…" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Kurt giggled.
"As tempting as that sounds… my dad will be calling us for breakfast soon. I'd much rather not be caught in a compromising situation if I can help it."
Blaine leaned forward, connecting his lips with Kurt's. Kurt sighed contently, returning the kiss sweetly.
Just when the couple was about to deepen their kiss, Finn barged into the room unannounced.
"Hey Kurt, breakfast is - Dudes!" Blaine sprung away, feeling embarrassed. Kurt merely rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, exasperated with Finn's lack of tact.
"Finn, how many times have I talked to you about knocking?"
"Too many times to count. But that's not the point!"
"Do you know what I want, Finn?"
"What?" Finn asked, curiosity evident on his features.
"I want you to leave my room," Kurt ordered sternly, his voice remaining oddly calm. Finn was immediately on edge; Kurt speaking calmly usually meant he was feeling the exact opposite of calm. "Tell my dad that Blaine and I will be down in a minute."
Finn nodded, backing out of the room quickly so that he could escape Kurt's wrath.
"And Finn?"
Finn turned anxiously. "Yeah?"
"The next time you plan on coming into my room, make sure you KNOCK FIRST."
Finn nodded wholeheartedly. "I promise I will, Kurt." And with that he scurried out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Once Finn's footsteps disappeared up the stairs, Blaine let out a burst of laughter.
"That boy will never learn," Kurt scoffed.
"I hope not," Blaine said through subsiding chuckles. "He can be quite amusing."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, until he tells my dad what he sees and you find yourself at the wrong end of my father's shotgun." Kurt giggled at Blaine's stunned expression. "Relax. I'm sure my dad likes you too much by now to actually shoot you." Color slowly returned to Blaine's face and he released a relieved sigh.
"Kurt, don't ever do that again. I thought you were serious."
Kurt chuckled. "I'm sorry." He leaned over and quickly kissed Blaine's nose. "Am I forgiven?"
Blaine smiled despite himself. "Of course."
"Kurt! Breakfast is getting cold!" Kurt sighed as his father's voice echoed inside the room. He loved his father to death and was glad to spend the morning with his family, but he also missed being able to wake up in the morning with it being just him and Blaine. The week in New York had spoiled him and he had gotten used to such a routine.
"Well, I suppose we ought to get up there then," Blaine remarked.
"Yeah," Kurt replied reluctantly. Both Kurt and Blaine rose from their comfortable positions and quickly threw on their pajama shirts and pants. There was no way they were going upstairs in just boxer briefs. (Another thing Kurt missed from his and Blaine's routine in New York – they didn't have to worry about being presentable in the morning when it was just the two of them alone.) After both had brushed their teeth, they shared one final kiss before making their way upstairs to join the family for a late breakfast.
Blaine noticed Burt smile as his son and soon to be son-in-law entered the dining room and sat down in the two available seats. Blaine pulled out Kurt's chair before he sat down himself. Kurt smiled in thanks before looking at the feast spread out before him.
Blaine observed Puck and Finn stuffing their faces across the table. It wouldn't have surprised him if they were already on their third or fourth helpings by now. But Carole always had more than enough food prepared, knowing her son's appetite. On the table sat dishes of scrambled eggs, waffles, toast, bacon, fresh fruit, and hard boiled eggs. A pitcher of orange juice sat on one end of the buffet while a pitcher of ice water rested on the other. After giving it some thought, he decided to go with bacon, scrambled eggs, and a couple waffles. He smiled as he watched Kurt serve himself two hard boiled eggs, two pieces of toast, and a variety of fruit. Apparently only Carole, Burt, and Kurt even touched the fruit, although Blaine was sure Burt only ate some for Kurt's benefit.
"So, how was New York?" Burt asked conversationally.
"It was amazing!" Kurt squealed, then lowering his voice after seeing his father's amused look. "I loved it and I can't wait to get back."
"We'll miss you, honey," Carole said sadly. "All of our boys, so far away."
"Aw, c'mon Mom," Finn said around his mouthful of eggs. He quickly swallowed, momentarily remembering his manners as Kurt glared at him disapprovingly. "You'll talk to us all of the time, and we're going to visit over holidays and stuff."
"Yeah, Mrs. H," Puck added. As he and Finn were so close, Puck was basically a son too. "I couldn't imagine not ever seeing you guys again."
Carole wiped a few stray tears from her eyes. Her boys were all grown up. It felt like just yesterday Finn had started school at McKinley. She had begun his high school career as a mother of one, and now she was officially a mother of two. Three, if one were to count Noah Puckerman. She smiled adoringly at Kurt and Finn, and they returned the gaze.
If Blaine was being honest, he was jealous. His father had never looked at him the way Kurt's father did. His mother had rarely shown affection as openly as Carole. Blaine's parents didn't believe in showing Blaine he was loved through comforting hugs or soothing words; if they felt as if Blaine was sad about something they merely bought him something else to add to his collection of worthless (in his eyes) materials. Clothes, electronics, CDs, and even money were among the objects he had been given over his lifetime. It wasn't that Blaine didn't appreciate the gifts; he just wished they weren't bribes to buy his affection or guilt money to make them feel better about how little they were involved in his personal life. And sitting here, seeing the happy Hummel-Hudson family, just reminded him of all the things he'd never had.
"Blaine?" Blaine looked up to see Burt staring at him intently. "Is everything alright, son?" Blaine kept his gaze focused on Burt, but he could still feel the worried looks from the other occupants of the table.
What was he thinking? Sure, he may not have had the most loving parents or the most affectionate childhood. But he had those things now. He had Kurt who loved and adored him for exactly who he was. He had Burt and Carole who stood behind him and accepted him into their family like he was one of their own. He had the friendship of the Warblers and the New Directions. Instead of drudging up the past and living in the sad times, he should be living in the moment and enjoying every second with Kurt and everyone else who he loved and cared about.
"Nothing, just thinking," Blaine replied with a smile. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand beneath the table and Blaine returned the gesture reassuringly.
"Alright." Burt seemed to be reluctant to let it go so easily, but acquiesced and changed the subject. "So, how's it feel to be heading off to college in another state?" The question was directed to everyone, so each boy took a turn to answer.
"Exciting," Finn piped. Thankfully he had swallowed before answering, so no food spewed from his mouth. Carole and Kurt visibly relaxed, relieved.
"It's gonna be totally awesome," Puck remarked.
"I'm sure it'll be a bumpy road being on our own for the first time, but it's definitely worth it," Blaine replied with a loving glance toward Kurt. Carole "aww"ed and Kurt blushed.
"I know I'm going to love it," Kurt stated certainly.
"Glad to hear it," Burt replied.
The family finished eating breakfast, chatting between themselves about various topics. Once everyone had finished, Kurt and Carole took the dishes into the sink. Finn and Puck dashed into the living room to watch some television, Burt following behind at a much more leisurely pace. Blaine remained standing behind his seat, unsure whether to go with Kurt into the kitchen or to watch TV with the others.
Burt turned from the doorway. "Coming, Blaine?"
Blaine glanced between the kitchen and Burt. He could hear faint laughter coming from the kitchen and smiled as Kurt's distinctive tinkling giggles reached his ears. He'd let Kurt have some girl time with his step-mother. He nodded to Burt and followed the man who had become a second father into the living room.
About fifteen minutes later, after helping Carole finish the dishes and gossiping with her, Kurt walked into the living room to see the three most important men in his life sharing the couch and intently watching a prerecorded college football game. Puck sat on the recliner to Finn's left, looking torn between boredom and interest.
Kurt stepped further into the room, looking to see which teams were playing. The Ohio State Buckeyes were playing against the University of Michigan Wolverines. (quick A/N: I know nothing about football other than what a quarterback does so please excuse how horribly wrong this is going to be.) The score was close; Michigan had 14 points and Ohio was holding strong with 21 points. The timer was ticking down with only two minutes left in the fourth quarter. Unless the Wolverines somehow found a way to score, the Buckeyes were sure to win.
Kurt nearly laughed out loud at the expression on Finn's face. If this were any other situation, he probably would have. But Finn and Burt both found football to be a serious matter, so Kurt held in the guffaws that wished so desperately to escape his throat. Instead he quietly walked to where Blaine sat and placed a hand on his shoulder. Blaine looked up and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Kurt smiled and shook his head, signaling that he had nothing he wanted to say at the moment. Blaine nodded and returned his gaze to the television.
The group watched as the Wolverines took possession of the ball. The ball was hiked and the quarterback moved into position. Kurt didn't know the exact play, but had an idea of its purpose due to his short time as a kicker for the McKinley team. The ball would be passed to the wide receiver and he would make a run for it, hopefully getting the touchdown in time.
Kurt watched with bated breath as the quarterback tossed the ball in the receiving player's direction. The ball left the man's hands spinning, spiraling perfectly through the air. Then it was falling and the other player was running. Kurt felt himself lean forward in anticipation along with the other men in the room. It was so close… so close… and… the room was filled with deafening silence as every spectator (the actual audience on TV as well) watched the ball fall, as if in slow motion, into the embrace of the receiver. Thirty seconds left on the clock. But then, almost as soon as the ball touched the player's fingers, it was rolling out of his grasp. He made a final grab for the ball, but it was too late. FUMBLE. The clock ran out, signaling the end of the game. The Buckeyes were victorious. And then the room was filled with cheers and groans as each respective fan cheered in triumph or groaned in defeat.
Kurt recoiled as Finn and Burt rose from their seats, cheering loudly and sharing a high five. Blaine and Puck remained in their chairs, grumbling and correspondingly pulling two five dollars bills each out of their pockets. Kurt looked on amusedly as the money changed hands. He shook his head fondly at his fiancé; Blaine was almost always losing bets and Kurt had come to expect such an occurrence whenever there was a football game or an award show to be watched.
"Are you all finished?" Kurt asked with a chuckle.
Burt, Finn, and Puck turned to look at Kurt in surprise, having not heard his quiet entrance earlier. Finn quickly shoved his winnings into his pockets, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Kurt's dad took a less obvious approach by form of distraction.
"Yep. Just finished watching the game. It was a close one. Wasn't it, Puck?"
Puck nodded, slowly inching his way toward the stairs. "Yup. Sure was. Thought the Wolverines would've had it there, but things happen." Kurt mentally chuckled. He knew if Burt wasn't in the room Puck would've said "shit happens", rather than "things happen." After so much time around the house, Puck had taken to censoring himself in the presence of Burt and Carole.
"That's too bad," Kurt replied. "I'm sure Blaine could have bought something nice with an extra twenty dollars," he commented casually. "But I suppose losing might teach him a lesson this time around."
Finn and Puck looked extremely guilty at Kurt's off-handed comments and quickly excused themselves. After receiving a nod from Burt, the duo turned tail and ran up to Finn's bedroom. Kurt turned his amused gaze from following the two over to where his father stood. Burt stepped toward Kurt, smiling innocently at his only son. He stuck his hand in his trouser pocket and pulled out the ten dollars he had just won and held it out to Kurt.
"I know it's not much. Maybe you can go out and yourself one of those coffees you're so fond of," Burt suggested. Kurt smiled and took the peace offering.
"Thanks, Dad." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him to the front door. "We'll be back before curfew," Kurt called out to his dad before stepping outside with Blaine and closing the door behind them.
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Blaine asked quietly, employing the largest puppy-dog eyes Kurt had ever seen on his fiancé's face.
"No, as long as you take me on a date to make it up to me," Kurt replied sweetly.
"Deal." Blaine led Kurt to his car, opening the door for Kurt like the dapper gentleman he was. Kurt giggled and stepped into the car, settling himself into the seat. Blaine closed the door, careful not to hit Kurt's foot or anything of the sort, and walked over to get into the driver's seat.
"So, where are we going?" Kurt asked unceremoniously.
Blaine chuckled as he pulled out of the driveway. "Don't you ever learn?" he asked playfully.
Kurt huffed. "Fine. Don't tell me."
Blaine turned the corner and headed toward the freeway. "Okay. I won't."
"No!" Kurt blushed red, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice to its normal octave. "I mean, you can't not tell me. That would make you a horrible person, keeping me in suspense like that."
"Not going to work," Blaine replied in a sing-song voice. He took the next exit on the freeway and turned left at the light.
"But, Blaine…," Kurt whined.
"But, Kurt…," Blaine mocked in return.
Kurt brooded silently in his seat, not bothering to retort. Blaine rolled his eyes fondly at Kurt's actions. When the car was stopped by a red light Blaine reached across the console and took one of Kurt's hands in his. Kurt smiled despite his earlier brooding and sighed contently. Blaine chuckled and drove forward once the light was green again. It was in that moment that Kurt looked around at his surroundings and realized he had no idea where they were.
"Blaine, where are we?"
"A little town a few miles away from Lima," Blaine answered. "My grandparents used to take me here when I was younger."
While Blaine's parents weren't the most accepting, Blaine's grandparents on his father's side were the exact opposite. They had been two of the first people Blaine had come out to (after his parents) and they had been nothing but accepting and supportive. Lucinda and Thomas Anderson, more commonly known and Lucy and Tom, were both pro bono lawyers at their own private firm in New York. Blaine had seen them often during his breaks from school when he was younger, especially during Christmas. As he had gotten older, they had become more and more busy with their work. They still made it for every Christmas though, and Blaine was looking forward to introducing Kurt to them. He knew they would all get along swimmingly.
Kurt saw the thoughtful glaze in Blaine's eyes and decided to ask about it later, once they had reached their mystery destination. It was a warm summer day in Ohio, and Kurt found himself admiring the small flower boxes that rested in each window of every small house they passed as they drove down the road. Each house was similar to its neighbor, reminding Kurt of the suburbs portrayed in movies. After what felt like hours, Kurt couldn't take not knowing anymore.
"Blaine, will you please tell me where we're going now?"
Blaine sighed dramatically. "You're never going to stop unless I tell you, are you?"
Kurt smirked. "That would be correct."
"Fine, fine. I suppose I can tell you since we're here."
Kurt perked up instantly and looked excitedly out the window. He was met by a quaint little cottage with a sign in front declaring the building to be "Auntie Fay's Diner."
Kurt raised an eyebrow in question and turned to Blaine, silently asking the question on his mind. Blaine laughed at the adorable look on Kurt's face.
"I know you're skeptical, but I swear you'll love it." Kurt seemed unconvinced, so Blaine pouted. "Please?"
"Fine," Kurt sighed. Blaine pumped his fist triumphantly.
Kurt giggled as Blaine ran around to open the door. Kurt slid out gracefully, taking the hand that Blaine offered. Blaine held the wooden door open for Kurt and together they walked into the small establishment.
It was much bigger inside than it appeared from the outside. That was the first thing Kurt noticed. He looked around and was impressed by the cozy room and the impeccable cleanliness of the place. The color scheme looked to be blue, black, and silver; it was honestly more than Kurt had been expecting when he had first seen the name of the place. The diner's stainless steel counter stretched across one side of the room while the other was taken up by multiple tables and booths set for either two or four. The counter was flanked by matching bar stools that had dark blue cushions. Black salt and pepper shakers lined the counter in intervals and had places at each booth and table along with silver napkin holders.
Surprisingly, or maybe not so much considering Kurt didn't know what the normal amount of clientele was like, the place was empty other than the staff that Kurt could see working in the kitchen. There was also an older woman standing behind the counter with a pencil tucked behind her ear. She turned, just noticing her new customers for the first time.
Her eyes brightened as her gaze swept over Blaine. "Blaine, dear. What brings you here?"
Kurt squinted in confusion; how did Blaine know this woman? She definitely didn't look like anyone Kurt had met before…
"Hi Mel," Blaine grinned. Kurt looked on awkwardly as the two shared a quick hug. Seeing Kurt's expression, Blaine explained. "Kurt, this is Melanie, an old friend of my grandparents. I call her Mel for short. And Mel, this is my fiancé, Kurt."
Mel took a moment to look Kurt over. Chestnut brown hair in its signature coif, designer black skinny jeans and a dark blue sweater. Blue/gray eyes shining with curiosity and kindness. She nodded in approval. She had heard about Kurt through Blaine's parents, although they were very vague, and she was glad to have finally met the boy who had taken her surrogate grandson's heart.
Meanwhile, Kurt examined Mel. He guessed she was around the age of Blaine's grandparents, which made her around sixty or so. Her skin was excellent for her age; the only visible wrinkles were laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. Her eyes were a dark green, and her hair remained a dark brown despite her age. Kurt subconsciously hoped his looks would last as long.
Mel held out her hand in Kurt's direction. "Nice to meet you, Kurt. I've heard only good things about you."
Kurt shook hands with the woman. "Thank you. A pleasure to meet you as well." Kurt stepped back to Blaine's side and Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist. "It's always interesting to meet the people who mean so much to my fiancé," Kurt added.
Blaine turned his head bashfully while Mel let out a guffaw. "I'm sure it must be," she replied with a smile. She gestured toward the counter and walked over to grab two menus while Kurt and Blaine took seats on the surprisingly comfy barstools. She laid one menu in front of Kurt, who instantly perked up at the thought of some food. Mel attempted to hand the other menu to Blaine, but he shook his head.
"I already know what I'm getting, Mel." Mel nodded, knowing Blaine was implying he would order his usual.
Kurt perused the menu, looking for something healthy enough that he wouldn't feel guilty about eating it later. It was bad enough he had eaten pizza last night. The menu was neatly broken into sections, so Kurt skipped over the breakfast and appetizer sections. He laid eyes on the salads/soups section. Blaine wouldn't be pleased that Kurt was eating such a small amount, considering he most likely had a nice long evening planned, but Kurt just didn't feel hungry as of yet. He flopped between a chicken Caesar salad and a bowl of tomato basil soup. Eventually Kurt decided on the salad.
When he put the menu down, Kurt felt Blaine's eyes on him. Blaine's gorgeous hazel eyes looked upon Kurt with a loving gazed tinged with a hint of amusement. What did Blaine find funny? Oh Gaga, Kurt thought, Did I say any of my mental rant aloud? Do I have something on my face?
"Is there something wrong?" Kurt asked, cautiously bringing a hand to wipe at his cheek.
Blaine chuckled. "Nope. Just admiring my beautiful husband-to-be."
Kurt dropped his hand from his cheek, which he knew was flushing a deep red due to both the compliment he'd just been given and the embarrassment he felt at his assumption. "Right."
"So, do you know what you'd like to eat?" Mel asked from behind the counter.
Kurt turned toward her, flipping the menu in his hands. "Yes. I'll just be having a chicken Caesar salad with a glass of iced tea, please."
Blaine's grin fell. "You're not going to try anything different?" A chicken salad was Kurt's failsafe whenever he was at a new restaurant. Blaine had been hoping Kurt would be in an adventurous mood, but apparently his hopes were dashed.
Kurt turned to his fiancé, smiling apologetically. "I'm just not really that hungry right now."
Blaine nodded. "I understand."
"So, then that'll be a chicken salad, an iced tea, and Blaine's usual order?" Mel asked in confirmation.
"Yeah," Kurt replied. Once Mel was out of earshot, Kurt turned to Blaine. "What's your usual order?"
Blaine smirked playfully. "Nope. It's a surprise."
"What is with you and surprises?" Kurt muttered, irritated.
Before Blaine could answer, Mel returned with their meals. She placed a decent sized helping of salad in front of Kurt and gently set his filled-to-the-rim glass of iced tea beside his plate. Kurt was pleasantly surprised to see that the chicken had been grilled rather than fried and had been sliced into bite size pieces.
Blaine's dish was somewhat unexpected, though Kurt wasn't nearly as surprised as he thought he should be. On the white plate placed in front of Blaine sat none other than… blueberry waffles saturated in maple syrup. Alongside the waffles was a large serving of French toast. Mel then set down a large glass of apple juice.
Kurt was torn between scolding Blaine for feeding himself so much sugar so soon after breakfast and laughing until he fell off his seat. Blaine ordering an insanely sweet breakfast as his lunch was just so… Blaine. But, on the other hand, Kurt knew how bad Blaine's sweet tooth was.
Kurt's gaze rose from the syrup drenched platters to Blaine's sly grin. Kurt rolled his eyes, shaking his head fondly at his fiancé. No matter how old they became, Kurt knew that some things would never change. And he was glad for the fact… most of the time.
"Blaine Anderson, how can you possibly allow yourself to eat that amount of sugar at this time of day?"
"Like this." Blaine smirked. He picked up his fork and cut a piece of waffle, being sure to blatantly dip it into the syrup a few extra times. Once he was sure Kurt was watching, Blaine brought the bite to his mouth. Kurt winced as he watched the syrup drip from the edge of the piece of waffle. Before Kurt could protest Blaine brought the waffle into his mouth, chewing slowly so to savor every moment of it.
Kurt glowered, but nothing deterred Blaine. He continued to chew leisurely until there was nothing left to chew. Kurt turned away and Blaine chuckled at his childish actions. Blaine loved how they still interacted, despite their supposed maturity.
"Come on, Kurt. Eat some with me."
Kurt shook his head adamantly, still refusing to look in Blaine's direction. Blaine chuckled.
"Please. Pretty please with you on top?"
Kurt turned to face Blaine, clearly resisting a smile at the obvious attempt at flattery. "No."
"But, Kuuuuuuurt," Blaine whined.
"No," Kurt replied sternly. "Not in a million years would I make my teeth susceptible to that much sugar."
"Pleeeeeeeeeaseeeeeeee."
Kurt scoffed. "Really, Blaine? How childish are you going to get?"
"As childish as it takes," Blaine replied smugly.
"Argh, you are so frustrating!"
"Does that mean you cave?"
Kurt released a frustrated puff of air and closed his eyes. "Fine. Give me a small bite."
Blaine complied, allowing some of the syrup to drip off before holding the fork up to Kurt's mouth. "Open."
Kurt sighed dramatically, but opened his mouth nonetheless. He waited anxiously to taste the sickly sweet syrup on his tongue.
After what felt like ages, although it was truly only a few seconds, the piece of waffle touched his tongue and he closed his mouth around the fork, using his tongue to slide the bit of food off of the tongs of the fork and into his mouth.
Blaine watched as Kurt slowly chewed the food, obviously enjoying it if his delectable moans were anything to go by. He watched, mesmerized, as his fiancé finished chewing and swallowed. Blaine gulped, doing his best to keep his mind away from the path it so badly wanted to go down. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful. Images of his and Kurt's time in New York flitted through his mind. All the times they had shared passionate kisses and… more… God, the things Kurt could do with his mouth.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice broke Blaine from his less than appropriate thoughts.
"Nothing," Blaine replied quickly. Perhaps it had been a bit too quickly because now Kurt was smiling knowingly at him. He says nothing; just goes back to eating his food. Blaine is silently grateful.
After they had finished their lunches and bid farewell to Mel, following multiple promises to see her again, the two walked outside into the street. Kurt closed his eyes and breathed in the warm, fresh air. It was completely different to the atmosphere in New York, but Kurt loved it just the same. He would always be a city person, but smells of fresh air and seeing a clear sky such as he was now would always remind him of his small hometown. The good memories of Lima, like playing in the backyard with his father or meeting Mercedes for the first time. Not the ones he'd rather forget…
He opened his eyes to see Blaine smirking. Uh-oh; that is not a good sign. The last time he smirked like that I had ice water poured down the back of my shirt…
"Blaine?" Kurt said cautiously, stealthily taking a few steps backward in case of an upcoming attack.
Blaine stalked closer, a wide grin on his face. For every step Kurt took, Blaine took one to match. Eventually Blaine had Kurt cornered against the nearest wall of the outside of the nearest building.
"Looks like I have you all to myself," Blaine whispered in a low voice that made Kurt shiver.
"Looks like it," Kurt agreed quietly. "What exactly do you plan on doing?"
Blaine's previous thoughts were running wild in his head. He had his fiancé held up against a wall, in a virtually deserted location, and Kurt whispering like that was just turning Blaine on even more. Usually he wasn't really for public affection to this extreme, but it wasn't as if anyone was around to see them. His mind made up, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on Kurt's. "This," he murmured.
Blaine closed his eyes as he closed the remaining distance between their mouths and kissed Kurt passionately, quickly taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into Kurt's mouth when he gasped in surprise. Kurt returned the kiss just as feverishly, surprised yet excited by Blaine's sudden aggressiveness. Blaine felt a growl emerge from the back of his throat as Kurt's hands moved up and down his sides as they kissed. In that moment a car passed by on the adjacent street and Blaine was pulled back into reality. He couldn't do this, not here at least. Kurt deserved better than to be put on display in a semi-public area. But the sounds Kurt was beginning to make… no, Blaine. He thought firmly. You will continue on with the date as planned. You can have this with Kurt in private later.
Blaine pulled back reluctantly, catching his breath as he looked intently into Kurt's eyes. His eyes were still dark and Blaine was sure he felt a certain something pressed against his thigh. He shivered, but repressed the urge to go in for more. He had plans for Kurt that had to be kept.
Kurt whined at the loss of his fiancé's succulent lips. Why was Blaine being such a tease? Kurt heard a car horn from a block away. Oh yeah, they were outside. Where anyone could possibly see them. Kurt panted, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. He looked into Blaine's now open eyes and nearly moaned at the lust still shining in the hazel eyes he fell in love with.
"That was nice," Kurt hummed.
Blaine nodded his agreement. "Yeah, it was. And now we have another place to be."
Kurt raised a brow. "And where would that be?"
"You'll see." Blaine grinned mischievously. He took Kurt by the hand and led him back to the car. Once they were both settled, Blaine turned on the radio and turned back onto the main street. Kurt laughed as the song blasted through the speakers.
If you like it then you should have put a ring on it
If you like it then you should have put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you like it then you should have put a ring on it
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh
Blaine grinned as Kurt began to sing along.
Don't treat me like the queen of the world
I'm not that kind of girl
Your love is what I prefer
What I deserve
Give a man that makes me then takes me and delivers me to a destiny to infinity and beyond
Pull me into your arms
Say I'm the one you want
If you don't you'll be alone and like a ghost I'll be gone
Kurt burst into a fit of giggles and changed the radio station before the song could finish. Blaine smiled adoringly as he gave his fiancé a quick glance before focusing back on the road. Now it was Blaine's turn to laugh as the song floated through the speakers.
Hey soul sister
Ain't that Mister Mister on the radio, stereo?
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Kurt pouted at Blaine and Blaine chuckled before singing along.
The way you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangsta, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of, you see
I can be myself yeah finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you be
With me
Blaine stopped as they pulled up to a red light and changed the station after sharing a laugh with Kurt. Both boys shared a look with each other, mentally deciding this was the most poignant random coincidence with the radio so far as the music drifted through the car speakers.
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright
Blaine pulled into the parking lot of their destination, and noticed Kurt enveloped by the song still playing softly from the radio. Blaine wasn't sure, but he would have sworn he saw a tear leaking from Kurt's right eye. He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out across the console, taking Kurt's face in his hands. He absentmindedly wiped the tears from Kurt's cheeks as he looked in Kurt's eyes. Without a word, they sang the rest of the song together quietly.
One day you will wake up with nothing but your sorries
And one day you will get back everything you gave me
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright
The song ended, seamlessly blending into another, but neither was paying the radio any attention now. The world around the two became silent, the only noises being the sounds of each other's breathing. Both were deep in the memories that particular song brought up. Blaine felt the familiar mix of joy at singing with Kurt and guilt for not noticing his feelings sooner, and Kurt felt the heartache that had come around that time in his life. Blaine felt guilty and sad because he believed that if he had confronted his feelings for Kurt rather than pushing them away, he and Kurt could have been together and happy far earlier. Blaine always blamed himself for that, looking back. In retrospect, his feelings were so obvious to him now.
(Random A/N: I was just looking over this and I literally said to myself: 'what the hell? First they're laughing and then they're making out in an alley and now Kurt's crying? What the hell is wrong with me?' But don't worry; it's going to get happy again soon. I was considering just taking the crying part out and saving it for later in the chapter but…eh.)
"Kurt?" Blaine said tenderly as he soothingly rubbed his thumbs against Kurt's cheeks. "Are you going to be okay?"
"It's nothing," Kurt replied quietly while removing his face from Blaine's grasp.
Blaine wasn't falling for that though. He knew Kurt well enough to know when something was wrong. That tone, that look – both meant that Kurt was hiding his true feelings on the subject.
"Kurt, please talk to me."
No response.
Blaine sighed. He looked out the window to his left and smiled slightly.
He had originally planned to take Kurt to see West Side Story at a nearby community theater, but Kurt's current condition was not conducive to being in public. So Blaine had two options: get Kurt to feel better in the next five minutes or completely forget the plan and take Kurt home so that they could talk. Blaine decided to go for the former option considering Kurt really loved musicals and Blaine really loved when Kurt was happy.
"Babe." Kurt still said nothing. Blaine took Kurt's hands in his, pulling on them lightly to gain Kurt's attention.
Kurt sighed wearily, but looked Blaine in the eye. It was a start.
"Hey. Are you up for my last surprise?" Blaine stroked the back of Kurt's hand with his thumb, hoping to give Kurt some comfort and at the same time somehow convince Kurt to feel up to going inside. Kurt remained silent so Blaine added, "Or we can leave instead if that's what you would prefer."
Kurt shook his head. "No, Blaine. You put a lot of thought into this. Don't deny it, I can tell." Kurt smiled as Blaine tried to protest. After taking a deep, calming breath, Kurt assuaged Blaine's fears by saying, "I'd love to see what you have in store for us as your final surprise."
Blaine mentally cheered. Kurt was smiling again! Sure, that was only a small moment of sadness, but any second that Kurt was sad made Blaine sad as well and Blaine hated it when Kurt felt sad for any reason. Although Blaine knew he'd have to bring up Kurt's sudden tears sometime soon, he was determined to keep Kurt happy for as long as possible, which meant distracting him with his love of musicals.
Blaine eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly since Kurt was giggling, unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed around to the other side of the car to open Kurt's door in a gentlemanly fashion. Kurt sighed fondly and allowed Blaine to help him down from his seat inside the car. Once Kurt had smoothed down his shirt he took Blaine's hand in his and began walking in the direction of the building nearest them, a small smile gracing his features.
It was as they walked across the parking lot, Blaine happily swinging their joined hands between them, that Kurt realized a few things. One, that he was the luckiest guy in the world to have Blaine by his side. Most people don't find love until they're older, but Kurt had found his in his junior year of high school! At first he hadn't really been a believer in true love, love at first sight, or high school sweethearts. But Blaine had proved him wrong on all three fronts and Kurt couldn't have been gladder for the fact. Two, that Blaine was probably going to grill him later about that sudden outburst of tears. To be honest, Kurt didn't even notice he was crying until he felt the couple tears slide down his cheek. It was just the memories – that song had procured all sorts of memories that Kurt thought were behind him, but obviously he was wrong. He knew that however much he wanted to just forget about the terrible moments in his past, it would be better for him to talk about it all with someone. And who better than Blaine? Three, all the words Blaine had said in the past, about wanting to spend the rest of his life with Kurt, all flooded to the forefront of Kurt's mind and he couldn't resist grinning like a maniac at the thought that Blaine would soon be his husband. Husband. And Kurt realized he couldn't wait for his upcoming wedding to the man of his dreams.
A/N: Hello everyone. :D
God, I feel soooo guilty about taking nearly a month to update. My life's been a bit ugh if you get my drift so I wasn't really focused on writing like I should have been. So hopefully, this chapter was somewhat worth the wait.
I cannot believe that this chapter was nearly 7,000 words. It's insane. But I would like to warn you guys: I am a dialogue whore and a stat whore, which means I write more dialogue than anything else and while some people are review whores, I am a stats whore. I check the stats for my stories all the time; I can't help it.
BUT that does not mean I don't appreciate alerts/reviews. Because I do.
I cut the chapter here because I've never seen West Side Story and I didn't want to ruin it. So just imagine Blaine and Kurt being cute in a small theater watching unknown actors doing a wonderful job portraying their parts while Kurt and Blaine sing along adorably.
See you all next update! :D
