The Sometimes Spectacular, Sometimes Sucktacular, Dates Of Klaine

AN: So it's not exactly a date per se, but the idea came to me the other day and I had to write it. Read and Review please.


Kurt's House
Early February

Blaine was in Lima again, surrendering Warblers practice to visit his boyfriend. Of the two Kurt was pretty much always the clear winner. Only around competition times did the Warblers stand a chance of beating Kurt. Today he had visited to help with Kurt's PFLAG meeting. He was the guest speaker.

After the meeting, on the way back to the parking lot, a bunch of hockey players had been waiting with slushies. Blaine had been in the bathroom so he missed it, but Kurt was absolutely soaked. He'd already been slushied alongside Mercedes earlier in the day, so he didn't even have a clean set of clothes. Rather than stay and tempt fate, Kurt had pulled the trash bag he kept in his glove compartment out and covered his seat and drove home. Blaine had met him there.

"I'm going to take a shower, you can just… I don't know, I have Sudoku over on my nightstand. Don't use pen." Kurt said as they went up the stairs. Despite being covered in bright blue ice, Blaine thought Kurt looked rather sexy. Maybe it was because Blaine always thought Kurt was sexy and Kurt being covered in edible things just messed with Blaine's head even more.

"I won't, I promise." Blaine held up his hands even though Kurt couldn't see him. Blaine loved following Kurt up stairs, such a perfect view. Kurt had yet to catch on to it.

"Ok. Good." Kurt reached the landing at the top and practically sprinted for his bedroom door. Blaine followed just as quickly, hoping to catch a glance of Kurt ripping his clothes off. Sure enough Kurt was already shirtless and was working on his stupidly complicated pants by the time Blaine entered. Burt wasn't due home for at least another hour, so he risked shutting the door. "You rebel." Kurt commented without glancing up.

"Don't you know it?" Blaine agreed. He meandered over to Kurt's bed, sitting and getting himself comfortable. He watched Kurt strip off his pants and throw them in a bag. "Aren't you going to wash them before the stain sets in?"

"It already has." Kurt sighed. "I might be able to save the pants, but the shirt is a goner. This has to go to the dry cleaners." He motioned to the bag. "I wouldn't mind so much if they just used regular shaved ice you know? But they have to get flavours." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Blaine smiled and took in Kurt's form. A deep red blush started on his middle and Blaine watched it travel up to his cheeks. "Stop looking, perv." Kurt laughed awkwardly. They hadn't done much casual nakedness, and without the fog of arousal Kurt was obviously a little uncomfortable. To help him out Blaine turned to the nightstand to get the Sudoku he'd been promised. There was a somewhat ratty folder he hadn't seen before that caught his attention.

"This is yours?" Blaine asked holding it up.

Kurt was in the process of pulling his sticky boxers off. "Uh, no. That's Dave's actually." Kurt pulled his underwear all the way off and threw it in a different bag. "He dropped it when he was in here the other day; I keep meaning to give it back to him." He threw the bag with his underwear in his hamper.

"Dave?" Blaine asked. "Dave Karofsky?" Kurt nodded. "Why the hell was he in your room?"

"I wasn't about to just leave him downstairs." Kurt told him like it was obvious. "He might break something, he's worse than Finn. I was getting something for PFLAG."

"But he was in here long enough to drop something?" Blaine felt that stupid jealousy flare up in him. He wasn't 100% sure, but he was leaning towards 'Yes, he does have a crush on my boyfriend'. Maybe it was irrational, but every time Blaine tried to convince himself of that, he remembered how he'd come out to Kurt.

"Finn came out of his room and Dave spooked, you know he's still not comfortable being around people who might figure it out. Why he's afraid Finn will, I don't know." Kurt shook his head. "Can we talk about this when I'm not naked and covered in blue slushie?"

"Yeah, sure." Blaine agreed. His jealousy monster could use the time to calm down. Kurt wouldn't cheat on him, and definitely not with Dave. He had nothing to worry about. And if Dave had tried anything Kurt would have told him.

By the time Blaine had evened out his jealousy Kurt was already in the shower, his high voice ringing loud and true. The water muffled the words, but Blaine thought the tune was familiar. Maybe he could ask Kurt when he got out.

Blaine turned to the Sudoku. There was pen in it. Apparently Kurt was confident enough in his Sudoku abilities to use a pen, but he didn't trust Blaine to not mess up. Rather than make his boyfriend angry Blaine opened Kurt's bedside drawer in search of a pencil. Kurt was a neat person, everything had its place and that's where it always went. However, everyone needs a little chaos. For Kurt that chaos came in the form of a junk drawer. His bedside draw had everything from pencils to lube. Blaine had taken to putting the lube on the side closest to the bed for easy access. Kurt hadn't complained.

Shifting around various papers and knickknacks Blaine eventually found a pencil with an eraser in case he did make any mistakes. As he was pulling it free of its cluttered prison, a glint of something silver and ripped caught it eye. Curious Blaine fished out the source.

A condom.

Actually, a condom wrapper.

Blaine's mind raced. Why would Kurt have a condom wrapper? A condom wrapper without the condom it wrapped? Instantly Blaine was ripping apart the drawer looking for the condom. Maybe it just ripped and it came out and Blaine was freaking out over nothing.

No condom.

What happened to it?

Dave's ugly yellow folder filled Blaine's vision.

No. Kurt wouldn't cheat on him. Not with Karofsky. Not with anyone.

They were in love. Love damn it!

There had to be a different explanation for this. There had to be! It was imperative.

Blaine sat on Kurt's bed, the wrapper in one hand and the fugly folder clenched in the other, and took a deep breath. He tried to think of nothing, ignoring the verses of that 'kumbaya' song his brain came up with instead. "There's a reason for this. I just don't know it." Blaine assured himself.

Kurt's shower stopped. Blaine took another deep breath. He'd just calmly ask Kurt once the boy was out of the shower and back in the room to spend his usual hour picking clothes. The fact they had nothing but cuddling and movie watching planned didn't mean Kurt would slack off in the clothing department.

Kurt opened the door to his adjoining bathroom, steam coming out. He had forgone a towel and was naked as he went straight to his dresser to get underwear.

On his hip was a bruise Blaine didn't remember seeing the last time he'd gotten Kurt naked. It looked oddly shaped. Holy fuck, it was a hand mark wasn't it? A hand mark that wasn't from Blaine!

His stomach felt sick, Kurt was cheating on him.

"How could you?" Was out of Blaine's mouth faster than the bile he felt bubbling in his stomach. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold that in.

"What?" Kurt asked and turned around as he was pulling his boxers up. The mark was only just visible. Kurt's eyes widened as he zeroed in on the condom wrapper. "Oh…" His entire body turned red.

"Yeah, oh." Blaine seriously thought he might lose his lunch.

"You weren't meant to find that." Kurt said in his shaky nervous voice.

"I can't believe you." Blaine felt his eyes sting as tears waiting to fall joined his list of bodily dysfunctions. "I can't believe you would…"

"Tina, she…" Kurt began.

"Don't try blaming this on your friends Kurt, you did this." Yeah, Blaine was definitely going to throw up. He jumped off the bed and sprinted for the toilet. He only just made it. Who knew betrayal could make someone physically sick?

"Blaine." Kurt was at his side, rubbing his back. The touch felt so good, even when it hurt Blaine's heart. "I'm sorry. I just…" Kurt trailed off. "I was curious. I won't do it again."

"You won't…" Blaine started. "You were curious? Like that is a good reason to…" He couldn't finish that sentence.

Kurt backed away from him quickly. "I'm sorry my curiosity disgusts you." Kurt snapped. "I guess I'm not allowed to do anything at all am I? I have to leave everything up to you?"

"What are you talking about? I've never…" He'd never cheated. The sick feeling was suddenly replaced with anger. Where the hell did Kurt get off accusing him of something like that?

"I know you haven't! And that's the problem!" Kurt snapped and left the bathroom. He paced back in. "Everything's got to be 'Blaine does this' or 'Blaine starts that'. It's driving me batty! I'm sorry if I just wanted to do something on my own for once!" Then he was back out the door. Blaine followed him this time, righteous fury coursing through him.

"If you wanted to do something on your own 'for once'," Blaine snarled. "You should have broken up with me first!"

Kurt's face, twisted in anger, became one of surprise. "Break…break up?" He whimpered. "You want to break up with me over this?"

"Kurt! How stupid are you?" Blaine yelled. Even if Kurt looking so heartbroken still pulled at his heartstrings and made him want to hold the other boy and never let go, Blaine wasn't about to cave. He'd…Kurt had cheated on him. That wasn't something you could take lightly.

"Apparently really stupid." Kurt cried, sinking onto his desk chair. He pulled his knees up and hugged them tightly. "And here I was thinking you would like it when I told you, I'm such an idiot."

"Like it?" Blaine asked incredulously. "In what universe would you think I'd like you telling me you cheated with Dave Karofsky?"

"What?" Kurt's head snapped up. "That's what you think we're talking about?"

Blaine's anger deflated a little. "Isn't it?"

"What? Blaine, no!" Kurt scrambled off his chair and threw his arms around Blaine. Blaine kind of wanted to push Kurt off him, but a much bigger part was in control of him and he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "I don't know how you got to that conclusion, but…that condom, Tina gave it to me. It's…it's a flavoured one. It's for oral. I've had it for a few months, but I wasn't ready to even think about that yet. Lately though…I tried it last week, just because I wanted to know what it would taste like." Kurt explained. He nuzzled his face in Blaine's neck. "It mostly tasted like rubber, but…I was wondering if it would taste better all stretched out like it was meant to be. I kept the wrapper because, one, I didn't want Dad seeing that, and two, so I'd have the brand name and stuff for comparison when I went shopping."

"You were…" Blaine trailed off. He wanted to believe Kurt; he wanted to believe him so bad! But what about that mark? "The mark on your hip, how did you get that?"

"Locker check." Kurt answered. He pressed his lips to Blaine's neck and a shiver went through him. "The locker on the bottom was open and the top of it ripped me open a little. I kind of forgot about it actually.

"Wait…what did you think it was?"

"A…a hand print." Blaine answered. "I freaked out over nothing didn't I?"

"Yes you did." Kurt nodded. He held Blaine tightly. "If you ever feel like you're gonna dive off the deep end, can you talk to me about it first? Not just accusations? When I came in here and saw you holding that wrapper, with that look on your face? Fuck, Blaine you scared me so much. I thought you read the label and were disgusted I'd even try it. You thinking I cheated didn't even cross my mind."

"I'm sorry too. Just…sometimes I get so jealous it goes to my head. I was looking for a pencil and I found it, and we were just talking about Dave in your room, and then I saw the bruise, I kind of just…lost it. I'd been sitting there yoga breathing trying to come up with a different reason for everything, convincing myself I was wrong and it was just something I wasn't thinking of."

"Keep thinking the second way. That's the right way." Kurt informed him.

"Okay, I can try." Blaine agreed.

"And never, under any circumstances, say the B word again. I'm still pissed at you for jumping to conclusions, but I'm also still really grateful we're not breaking up, I'll get pissed at you later for making me think that." Kurt pulled back and looked him in the eye. "We're not right? That was only because you're an idiot who jumps to stupid conclusions?"

"We're not." Blaine pulled Kurt back in. "No. We're not." Blaine rested his head against Kurt's shoulder. "Never again, I'll never say that again."

"Better not." Kurt was squeezing so tightly Blaine felt he might pop, he wasn't about to complain.

"Promise." Blaine agreed.

"And Dave? Really Dave?" Kurt asked him. "I can't believe that you thought I'd do anything sexual with Dave Karofsky. Ew. Not only is he my former tormentor, and even though I've decided to forgive him mostly, he is still what I have nightmares about. So not only that, but he's completely unattractive to me. If you're gonna have me cheating at least make it someone attractive."

"Like who?" Blaine asked.

"Like Justin Timberlake, or Elijah Wood, or David Krumholtz. You know I have a thing for curly hair, get creative."

"I'm sorry. I'll do better." Blaine laughed. "So…um…you're thinking about blowjobs?"

"I was." Kurt answered. "I was thinking about going down on you for Valentine's Day."

"Did I screw up my chances of that?" Blaine asked.

"Yes." Kurt answered. "Now you're going down on me. No objections, I refuse to hear them. That's your punishment and I'm sticking to it."

Kurt in his mouth; never had a punishment sounded so good.