Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor am I offiliated with it. Unless you count obsession as offiliation, then in that case, I am very highly offiliated with it.
AN: A) sorry about the wait, you have permission to hurt me if need be B) Before you read this chapter, you should know this is the more….canon!Blaine side of Blaine. In case you haven't picked up on where I've been going, which is entirely possible hence me clarifying, Blaine has multiple personalities you have been introduced to 2 so far, they appear similar so if you see the seperations, you succeed, if you don't cool because its partly intended for you to not see them. This chapter is a drastic difference from the Blaine you know in this story. I promise its still me writing it, I'm just playing with the multiple Blaine's in my head.
It was almost New Years. Almost 2012. And Blaine was standing outside the Hummel-Hudson home, paralyzed with nerves for the very first time of his young life. He wanted desperately to go inside, grab Kurt hold hands and watch the ball drop and kiss him as the clock struck 12 and it was officially the New Year. But there he was, leaning against his car, staring at that god damned red door. But thoughts of Burt Hummel and a shot gun were stopping him.
And then his phone buzzed.
His breathing stopped and then sped up.
That stupid red door opened.
And Blaine read the text.
I didn't realize my boyfriend was such a creep. Are you coming in or not? - K
Kurt leaned against the doorframe, smirking, arms folded over his chest. And Blaine was filled with such an utter feeling of pure love he thought he'd explode. He walked up the sidewalk and up their front steps. He smiled up at Kurt, ignoring the height difference for once. And kissed him. Hard.
There were lips and teeth and hands and tongue absolutely everywhere and all at once and Blaine didn't know what he was doing all he knew is that it felt good. Obscenely good. And suddenly there's a leg hitched over his hip, and by God Blaine's holding that. And somehow Kurt's holding himself up against the doorframe with one hand, half way off the ground and isn't that just the hottest thing he's ever seen? And all Blaine wants is, more. Now, right fucking now.
"Whoa…" And stupid Finn interupts. Stupid fucking Finn with that "I'm a lost puppy dog, help me I'm confused" look written across his face.
And Kurt, gracefully (how does one manage to be that graceful all the time?), fall back to earth, pulling his leg away from Blaine who instantly misses the warmth. Oh and there goes his lips, and god this sucks!
"Dad told me to uh, come get you guys and uh…I'll leave now…weird…." And off the lumbering idiot went.
Blaine was pissed. And frustrated. And the nerves were back in full force and its just so unfair. He felt like stomping and throwing a tantrum like a 3 year old girl.
Kurt sagged against him. "I really wish he hadn't interrupted."
Blaine rolled his eyes and snorted. "Ditto." He pressed a kiss to Kurt's collar bone. "Continue later?" He whispered.
"Absolutely." Kurt breathed in response. He took his hand and brought Blaine inside.
Blaine tried to remember how to breathe correctly, and make his heart stop hammering. He didn't scare easily, if ever, but Burt had the power to take Kurt away, and Blaine had to respect that. Now, if Burt ever did take Kurt away from him, he'd just follow. Nothing could stop what Blaine and Kurt had, nothing, they were special. They were perfect, and that's how Blaine knew they'd last. They'd last forever and ever. Because nothing could harm them.
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"4...3...2...1! Happy New Year!" The Hummels chorused. And then Blaine was kissing Kurt, and holding him tightly against his chest.
"Happy New Year, Blaine." Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.
Blaine smirked and pulled Kurt against him, pressed inch by inch along Kurt's body. They, harmoniously of course, tilted their heads and kissed. And it was, in a word, nice.
And then, mid makeout, as in Kurt's tongue was somewhere in the proximity of Blaine's throat, Burt coughed. And Kurt pulled away blushing. There were several things wrong with this picture: 1) Kurt's tongue was no longer somewhere in the proximity of Blaine's throat, 2) Blaine was supposed to make Kurt blush, Blaine, not Burt, 3) This was the second time that night that he had been cockblocked, and it was not making his New Year a happy one, 4) Kurt was pulling away…again, and Kurt was really warm and Blaine wasn't, 5) Did he mention Kurt's tongue? Kurt's magical, perfect, glorious, sexy, delicious tongue? The one that gave him goose bumps? Yeah, that tongue, it was gone. And so were the lips, and hands, and hip bones and chest, and those arms, sweet god those arms…
"Blaine? Blaine? Did you hear me?"
Blaine's head snapped up and met the eyes of one very, very frustrated (though not so nearly frustrated as he) Burt Hummel. "I'm sorry sir, what was that?"
Burt sighed and rolled his shoulders back as though repeating his previous statement was an enormous burden on him. "I said, don't you think its time you ought to be getting home?"
Oh shit. No, no it very well was not. There were things to be done with/to Kurt. Very special, sexy things. That involved kissing, and tongues and being horizontal on a bed. It was not fucking time for him to go home no no no no no no-
"Burt, honey, look outside, if it could be twelve noon and I wouldn't send him home in this weather. The snows blowing sideways and no one can drive in these conditions and you know the one's that are, are drunk off their heads." Carole interrupted. Blaine really was beginning to like Carole. She turned to him, and with the kindest, most motherly gaze Blaine had ever received, said "Blaine dear, you'll stay here tonight. Go call your parents, and tell them that I will not," She shot a look at Burt, "send you home in this weather. You can sleep with Kurt tonight."
"Carole! I do not think that's a goo-"
Carole practically glowered at Burt, and Blaine decided that no he didn't like Carole, he loved her. He was keeping her. "The door will be open. All night. If the door shuts Blaine, you sleep on the couch up here. You know I trust you both, but otherwise Burt will have both our heads. Now Burt, go take your medicine and go upstairs. Finn, that goes for you too."
"But Mom!"
"Bed."
"Yes Mom." And Blaine smirked as the gigantic oaf that was Finn Hudson trudged up the stairs to his room, being sent by one word. Brilliant, Carole was brilliant.
"Kurt you go take care of Blaine. We'll see you in the morning boys." Carole turned as well and headed to her room.
Kurt bounced a little and took Blaine's hand, squeezing it tightly. Blaine brought it to his lips, and kissed the inside of his wrist. Kurt blushed, and Blaine's world was righted.
Burt sighed watching them, "I want that door open. If it closes, I don't care if the wind closed it, Blaine your butt will be on the couch and your head on the wall. Understand?"
Blaine did try to keep the smile out of his voice, because he knew somehow, that even if he closed the door, Carole would say something brilliant and all would be well. "Yes, sir I understand completely."
"Good." Burt pinched the bridge of his nose, and hugged Kurt tightly before awkwardly clapping Blaine's shoulder. "You boys get some sleep. Happy New Year." And off he went.
"Happy New Year Dad!" Kurt hollered as he pulled Blaine towards his room, giggling. And despite himself, Blaine was giggling along with him. As they crossed the threshold of Kurt's room, Kurt let go of his hand and quietly shut the door. He turned and winked at Blaine. "I always wake up before him, he'll never know the difference."
The next thing Blaine knew, he was lying on his back on a very comfortable bed that he would not mind falling asleep in, but sleep was not on his mind. Because Kurt's tongue had reclaimed it's position of somewhere in the proximity of his throat and that's all that really mattered.
AN: I am so so so sorry about how long this took! My senior year has been ridiculous! And I'm majoring somewhere in Musical Theatre so I've been all over auditioning and I have had hardly anytime to write. So here's a super late New Years present for all of you, that is, if you haven't forgotten about this story….
Either way I hope you all enjoy it and I hope (NO PROMISES BECAUSE CLEARLY I HAVE NO TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS) to have the next chapter up by next week. I love you all, promise.
Love,
Molly
