September – the month with grandma's furniture
Sunday, 28th September, 2015 – 20:19
From: Blaine Anderson (bdevon_anderson )
To: Kurt Hummel (khummel )
Subject: This is an email
Because I keep my promises. However stupid they may be.
Love,
Bee
Day 235 – E-mail 235
-x-
Kurt looks up from his magazine as his phone pings with an incoming e-mail alarm. He glances towards Blaine, who's sitting at his desk, his butt so far down his seat he's two inches away from falling off, staring listlessly at a blank word document. His dress shirt is completely rumpled and ruined, but Kurt barely has the heart to criticize him for it.
He reaches lazily for his phone on the nightstand and opens the new e-mail, chuckling as he reads over it.
"I think this one's my favorite so far, Bee."
"Yeah?" Blaine spins his chair to look at Kurt, "It's a good one right?"
"Mmm, your inspiration levels are off the charts today."
"Yes," Blaine drones, "I can hardly keep up with my buzzing mind right now."
Kurt smiles but lets Blaine turn back to his blank word document. As, finally, fingers hit keys again he looks up to find, through squinted eyes (he does not need glasses, yet, this is a reasonable distance for not being able to properly read tiny teensy words on a laptop), "congrats on the wedding, bro.". He keeps his laughter to himself as he goes back to his magazine. He flips two pages before he sighs.
"And we're sure she's not pregnant?"
Apparently it's all the excuse Blaine needs to shut his laptop down and crawl his way to his bed, "No… I mean, they wouldn't keep it a secret if she was and they certainly wouldn't rush the wedding just so the baby wouldn't be illegitimate. They're not my grandma. I think they really just didn't want to make a big fuss about the wedding."
"But this is Cooper we're talking about, he makes a big fuss about brushing his teeth."
Blaine grins, "Yes, true. But Elle's the best influence on him. She's perfect at making something good out of his, huh, energy, you know? Anyway, it's not like they eloped or anything. Judging from tonight's rehearsal dinner, it's going to be a simple but beautiful day. I mean, that's the thing – if you're going to have a day revolving around Cooper – even if partially, you need to keep everything else at the bare minimum."
"Yeah, no, I know. I mean, I planned a wedding in two weeks, I know it's possible to pull off a good one in two months." Kurt considers, "It's just surprising, you know?"
"I'll be the first to admit this all happened very fast – even I know engagements usually last longer than a couple of months. But, you know, it's still fun being here for this, and I guess this way I didn't have time to build up too much excitement!"
Kurt tilts his head considering this before he smiles, "Or to write a good best man's speech."
The effect is immediate. Blaine groans and throws himself onto the bed.
Kurt coos and reaches out to pet his knee, "You still have hours to write it, stop stressing."
"I can't…!" Blaine whines.
"If all else fails, you can't just make something up on the spot."
Blaine throws him a glare, "Yes, that's a brilliant idea. Improvise. Sure."
"Sing him a song."
Blaine considers this, "Not such a bad idea… But. Very cheesy."
"It's a wedding, it's supposed to be cheesy." Kurt shrugs, and Blaine rolls to his stomach and continues whining and groaning, "Bee?"
"I'm sorry, I'm having a meltdown." Blaine lifts his face, frowning and pouting.
Kurt scrunches up his nose and gives him a fond smile, ducking down for a quick kiss to his nose, "You're blocked. The harder you think about it, the worse it'll get. You should just forget about it for a while."
"How?" he half sobs, dramatically throwing his face into his arms, like a five year old having a tantrum on the supermarket candy aisle.
Kurt considers it for a moment before smirking, "Fulfilling one of your lifelong dreams." Kurt hops off the bed and immediately starts putting on his dress shoes.
"What?"
"Put some shoes on, come on!" Kurt grabs Blaine's hand and yanks him out of the bed, before going to the closet and pulling his dress shirt and their jackets back out.
"Kurt?" Blaine frowns as he hesitates before slipping on his shoes and laces them up. Kurt holds Blaine's jacket out for him and once Blaine takes and slowly puts it on, Kurt's off pocketing cell phones, keys and wallets, "Where are we going? The dress rehearsal's still going on, I don't think we're supposed to leave…"
"Oh, but we're supposed to sneak up to your bedroom for you to write your best man speech the night before the wedding?"
"But the guests are still here!"
"Exactly!" Kurt winks, before takes Blaine's hand and guides him downstairs, "Try to be discreet, and get the car keys." He whispers.
"The car keys?!" Blaine frowns.
"Yes, the car keys." Kurt says before he disappears into crowded living room. He maneuvers the crowd easily, exchanging quick smiles with the few people who know him, and then slipping in the coatroom unnoticed. He finds the bag he needs at once – it's easily the ugliest and most démodé. Once he has what he was looking for he gets back, finding Blaine awkwardly making small talk with one of his brother's colleagues. Kurt can't help smiling at how stupidly disheveled he looks – tie gone, shirt completely rumpled, shoes barely tied… One might think they'd been up to something upstairs.
One would be wrong.
But not for long.
With his most polite, fake smile Kurt approaches the two with his trademark innocent tone, "Hello, I'm sorry, would you mind terribly if I stole him away?" he says as he loops his arm through Blaine's.
The man smiles politely and shakes his head, "Not at all."
Kurt doesn't bother thanking him as he directs Blaine towards the front door. "You got the car keys?"
"Yes, but…"
Kurt makes sure no one's paying too much attention before he slips them through the front door, and directs them to the Anderson's car.
Once he's seated on the passenger side, with the seatbelt strapped and Blaine's hands hovering uncertainly over the steering wheel he grins, "Okay, start the car, and let's go visit your grandma's house."
"What?!"
"Let's go have sex on your grandmother's furniture."
"Kurt!" Blaine gasps.
"Blaine." Kurt retorts, a beat of amused silence before he rolls his eyes and smirks, "She's here and she's going to spend the night here, god knows why because she literally lives fifteen minutes away, and you need to get your mind off speech writing or you're never going to get it right. So, let's go fulfill your life's dream."
"I…" Blaine stares at him completely speechless, before he shakes his head, blinks twice, says, "Yeah, okay, let's go!" and starts the car.
-x-
They start on the dining room table, stark naked. They move on to the kitchen counter, stark naked. They make a speedy stop by the front door, just to make sure it's secure and locked without any risk of falling off its hinges, because you just never know, stark naked. They finally settle for the couch, stark naked and dripping with sweat.
Afterwards, Blaine's lying on his back panting, one leg hoisted over the back of the couch and the other melting its way to the floor, as Kurt sits between his legs, a hand softly stroking Blaine's thigh, as he observes the small, forming stain of come that accidently made its way to the middle cushion.
"Do you think we should wash this out?"
Blaine cranes his neck a little, squinting before he shrugs "Can't see it."
"Sit up and you will, your dick's blocking the view."
Blaine bites his laughter away and does as he's told, "Oh, and what a nice view it is." Kurt could say exactly the same as he looks over the significantly larger portion of come now dribbling down Blaine's stomach.
"So, do we wash it?" he asks again, and Blaine gives it a considering look before he stands up and walks away. "Ugh. I love it when you do that!" Kurt calls after him, eyes trained on that ass (still a little red from Kurt's hands grabbing it), until the very moment it disappears behind the door to the bathroom.
Blaine comes back with a roll of toilet paper on his hand and his stomach wiped clean. He rips out a small portion of paper and dabs away at the couch, leaving a stain, but not particularly noticeable, before he drops himself back on it, and lets his head rest against Kurt's shoulder.
"Feeling accomplished?" Kurt asks, burying his fingers in sweat slick curls.
"You have no idea."
"You know the neighbors probably heard the whole thing."
"That's exactly the point of an open window." Blaine purrs, to which Kurt kisses him again, before he stands up and goes to find his bag in the heap of hastily discarded stuff and clothes by the living room door.
"I also love it when you do that…" Blaine's voice trails softly and lustful after him as Kurt bends down, to search for his phone, and he emerges smirking.
"I know…" he murmurs taking a small detour to flip on the light before he sits back down, pulling his legs up to rest on Blaine's, and then bring their heads close together, holding his phone out, "Say cheese." He takes a few pictures of them, making sure there's a few headshots only.
Then he swipes over them and chooses the one where he's kissing a grinning Blaine on the cheek and you can't see anything from the neck down and says, "And this is how you de-throne your dad as the worst grandma-gift giver." He smiles, "Frame it, wrap it up and save it for Christmas."
"Holy shit…"
"Yes, that's right, post coital photo of her grandson in her living room, she's gonna love it."
She won't actually be able to tell it's post coital – their faces are still a little flushed and their hairs are disheveled, but for all she'll know they're wearing the t-shirts from two days ago, when they first arrived for Cooper's wedding and Blaine was absolutely obligated to attend her little tea party and conveniently forgot that his "gay lover" wasn't all that welcome.
Personally, Kurt thinks they look absolutely gorgeous, and he plans on framing a copy for himself.
"So… Life long dream and New Year resolution: check and check." Kurt grins.
"Kurt Hummel…" Blaine says with the most caring, earnest eyes, and awed voice, "You are the love of my life."
All of the cheekiness of the moment fades away as Kurt's smirk turns into a small imperceptible gasp, and he pulls Blaine in for a kiss, needing to show how much that feeling, that knowledge is returned.
"Fuck, Blaine…" he gasps, resting their foreheads together, "I love you so, so much!"
"Yeah?" Blaine breathes with a smile.
"Yeah!"
"I'm the love of your life?"
"No doubt about it." he nods before he kisses him again and again and again.
"You know…" Blaine pulls back smirking, "We can't go home like this… smelling like this, looking like this…"
"Oh?"
"We need to at least take a shower,…" he murmurs, lips easily finding that magical spot right below Kurt's ear.
"At the very least." Kurt moans, grasping Blaine's hair and crashing their lips together, before he pulls them to their feet and they scramble, giggling like children, towards the bathroom.
-x-
Blaine clinks his knife against his glass, miraculously not breaking it as his hand is shaking beyond control, "Could I have a moment of your attention, please?" he calls out at the room of people surrounding him. It's not a big wedding, but it's not small by any means, and Kurt knows he has got to be nervous about it – Blaine's not used to speaking, as opposed to performing, in front of crowds like this. A hush falls over the room and Blaine seems to go a little pale, "It's, huh, it's time for the best man speech, I guess." He says, his voice breaking a little at the end, and Kurt puts a comforting hand on the back of his thigh – the only place no one will see his hand. Blaine shoots him a glance and Kurt winks and smiles.
Blaine clears his throat, "I'm Cooper's baby brother, for any of you who don't know. I honestly have no idea why he asked me to be his best man, because there are so many humiliating stories I could be telling all of you right now, and I think he really didn't think that one through. Like, for instance, that time when I was watching the end of his very first date through my window and I got to see him fall spectacularly flat on his face when he went in for the good night kiss." Laughter, "Or when a five year old ran screaming for his mother because there was a bad, bad alien in the hospital corridor – granted, he was a bald twelve year old kid who liked wearing neon green pajamas at the time." More laughter, "or when he got kicked out of the movies for insisting that whatever movie we were watching should be a musical and proceeding to make up the songs on the spot. And perform them." Even more laughter. "Or, you know, when I found a tape full of recordings he made of himself lip-syncing and dancing to every single N'Sync song and they were all labeled 'audition'." Riotous laughter.
"What I'm trying to illustrate here is that my brother is a little bit insane. He's… special." He adds with a teasing smirk, "We all are – our family has its own special brand of crazy, and it's the best thing in the world if you ask me. I love it. I love us. Growing up I was always scared that once I went out into the world it would suck me dry and I'd end up just… normal. I confided this fear in my brother, when I was getting ready to leave for college, and he told me it was all about choices, and that everyday we would have to make a choice about who we wanted to be and never compromise on it. That we had to surround ourselves with people who love that version of us – the true, unabashedly crazy version of us. The best version of us. Someone who won't just tolerate our crazy. Someone who will celebrate it. Who will love it. Who can be a part of it, maybe even the best part of it.
"Elle," he smiles with a deep breath, "He is crazy about you. Welcome." Blaine raises his glass and takes a long drink, as everyone around does the same, before being pulled into a tight hug from Cooper.
Kurt tries to be discreet about wiping his tears away, but when Blaine sits down and looks at him expectantly his eyebrows raise "You're crying."
Kurt rolls his eyes, "Shut up."
"I did good?" Blaine beams, hopeful.
"When we get married, you're writing your own vows." Kurt informs him, and he watches Blaine's face for any sign that he might've pushed too far, barely daring to breathe or swallow.
Instead Blaine's smile softens and he sighs and says, "Of course."
The maid of honor starts her speech, and they try to look at her and pay attention – Blaine lets Kurt wrap his arms around his shoulder and pull him close, back to chest, and so they fail spectacularly at the latter.
Kurt brushes his lips against Blaine's temple and his heart stammers with the way Blaine leans into his touch. "So, one more promise to keep…" he whispers.
Blaine leans a little closer and nods, "Yap."
It's not a proposal, Kurt knows, but it is a promise, and definitely the one he wants to keep the most.
