A/N: *squeeeeeeeeeeee* sdgkjadgjadgjlad. Ahem. Look at all the reviews! ARGH! *lessthanthree*
Sorry, I changed POV a lot in this chapter, but it kinda helps getting a picture of how our boys are reacting to… Err, things. I'll put a little xx every time it changes, so it's easier to understand. (please tell me if this works for you or not)
Also: YAY YOU GET SOMETHING FROM BLAINE'S PAST; I hope you'll enjoy!
"What is it, son? Are you okay?" Burt asked in a worried voice.
"Yea, I'm fine. It's about Blaine. He, um…"
"Yes?"
"He's…" Not my boyfriend. Or maybe he is. But he wasn't when I told you he was. We've only gone out on one date. But I hope we'll go out on more. Maybe we'll actually be boyfriends one day. But I lied to you last time. "Not able to make it." Fuck.
"Oh, that's too bad. Well, he'll just come next time, yea?"
"Sure dad, I'll…" Actually ask him next time. Or maybe I'll just stop lying. "I'll make sure he's available," Kurt said awkwardly.
"Great. Now, about Finn's present…" And then his dad went into a long rant about Finn's wish list. Kurt listened with one ear, while he thought his situation with Blaine over. They weren't boyfriends yet, were they? But Blaine had said he wanted to be more than strangers. Well, that could mean friends too, the skeptical part of his brain said. He told it to shut up. Because they'd been on a date - an amazing date, and friends don't date. Right? Right.
Maybe boyfriends was too big a word for them just yet. They still knew next to nothing about each other. We're dating, he decided. One date is still dating. Especially if there are more to come.
"So do you think he'll be happy with that?" Burt's voice woke him from his thoughts.
"Oh, yea, sure dad," he answered and hoped it was the right answer.
"Good. Now, don't be too late, okay? We haven't told him you're coming home, so you're kinda his big surprise."
"You sure you don't want me to give my ticket to someone else then? Maybe I can find a celebrity he loves?" Kurt joked.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea," Burt chuckled. "But seriously, just make sure to get an early flight. I'll pick you up in the airport, okay?"
"Yea, that's fine."
"I'll see you then. Love you, Kurt."
"Love you too, dad," Kurt sighed and hung up. He slumped down into the couch once again and let his head rest on the back of it.
He didn't realize he'd been falling asleep before a buzzing made him jump awake. He looked to his phone to see a message lighting up the screen.
From: Unknown
So I might've stolen your phone at some point. Along with your number.
Kurt snorted and was about to answer when he received another text.
From: Unknown
This is Blaine, btw.
This time he outright laughed. He pushed the thought of Blaine stealing his phone into the back of his head and concentrated on the few words, which were currently making his heart flutter in his chest. He saved Blaine's number and quickly typed out a reply.
From Kurt:
Why hello there Mr. Anderson. Nice knowing my pockets are safe to long-fingered men.
xx
In another apartment building Blaine almost dropped his class of ice tea; which he would have refused to have been drinking if anyone asked him about it later. Blaine Anderson drank beer, not ice tea with peach flavor - preferably the light version because the regular kind was just too sweet. He stared down at his phone. Was Kurt flirting with him? Was Kurt Hummel, virgin extraordinaire (Blaine meant that in the most positive of ways), flirting with him through texts? Blaine's smile grew.
From Blaine:
I'll have you know it took me an hour to find a way into those pockets, and I'm an expert, so for now you're safe.
Blaine sat down by his desk and gently placed his ice tea - beer bottle! - on a trivet while he waited for Kurt to reply . He cast a glance at the huge stack of documents he was meant to work on and sighed deeply. Who even cared which designer was the hottest this season? Kurt cares, his brain reminded him and he picked up his reading glasses just as his phone buzzed.
From Kurt:
My hero. *insert damsel in distress here*
Blaine bit his lip to contain the grin on his face. Who even wrote texts like that? He thought for a moment with his fingers hovering over the keys of his phone.
From Blaine:
I bet you'd look good in one of those damsel dresses.
He hesitated slightly before sending the message. Would Kurt take that as an insult? Or a compliment? A joke, maybe? Blaine didn't know. And he found himself wanting to know. He wanted to know what made the brunette angry, what made him happy. He wanted to know what made him smile and what made him pout. He wanted to know everything. A few minutes later he got a reply that made him smile so big his eyes narrowed and his nose wrinkled.
From Kurt:
I look good in anything.
xx
Was that too bitchy? Too confident? Or maybe just weird? But, Kurt thought, it's the truth. He'd been through several phases in his teenage life, and he'd rocked all of them. Except maybe that short Goth phase, but in what world did someone as fabulous as Kurt Hummel ever wear only black? Unless it was for a funeral, of course. Or some other tragic incident had happened. Like that time his dad had tried being nice by washing his favorite sweater.
He still sighed sadly at the memory of his red Marc Jacob's sweater shrunken down to a teddy bear size. It was still neatly put on his old bear's small body in his room back in Lima. He was jolted from his thoughts by his phone's buzzing.
From Blaine:
I'll have to test that theory.
Kurt was suddenly glad Blaine had stolen his number, so they didn't have to have this conversation in real life. His cheeks turned red and he bit his lip. Blaine was so flirting with him. Not that he didn't do that in real life too, but since they were just texting Kurt could flirt back. He'd never really been the best real-life-flirter. Mostly because it scared the hell out of him; what if he just ended up looking stupid? Or the guy turned out to be straight? Yea, flirting was not his most used skill after high school.
From Kurt:
Bring it on.
He didn't have to wait long before Blaine's reply reached his inbox.
From Blaine:
Oh believe me, I will. Second date will be interesting.
xx
Blaine could perfectly picture Kurt's blushing face as he hit 'send'. He'd make good for that promise, even if it had to be the last thing he'd ever do. He might not dress Kurt up in a dress though. Maybe something a little more… revealing. He grinned to himself as images of Kurt in laces, aprons; leather, oh God, leather jumped across his eyes.
From Kurt:
As long as it's as entertaining as the first, I'm on board.
Blaine smiled down at his phone; Kurt was so much more lose when he was texting. He'd have to make a habit of texting him every day then - make him open up more.
From Blaine:
Don't worry, it will be.
Blaine relaxed into his chair with a soft sigh. He let his eyes roam around the room and glanced up to a photo, tucked in behind other frames on the shelf next to him. The flash of soft, light brown curls made his stomach knot. He swallowed thickly and leaned his head back until his eyes reached the ceiling.
xxx
The worst reaction had been his father's. As if he didn't feel bad enough, his father marched into the hospital waiting room and stood in front of him with a glare. No tears, no sobbing; just a glare. Because an Anderson didn't cry. They never cried. Not even over this.
He'd slapped him. Right there, in front of everybody in the room. He'd slapped him so hard his lower lip had split and he'd tasted blood in his mouth. And then he'd stomped down on Blaine's already bleeding and broken heart by saying,
"I have no son."
Blaine had heard his father's angry voice before, of course he had; his father wasted no time telling him how useless he was. But this time was different. He'd never heard Eric Anderson's voice so cold before. The man's normally golden eyes - so alike to his own - were cold and hateful.
What had really broken him down were his mother's eyes.
His mother's soft eyes had always been there to reassure Blaine, when he'd done something wrong or he was scared. But she hadn't even looked at him. She's walked right past him; her eyes glassed over. She'd clearly been crying but right there in the hospital room she looked like she didn't have any emotions left. She just walked behind her husband into the hospital room.
Blaine wasn't included. He wasn't invited.
After all, it was his fault she was even in that room.
xxx
Blaine jolted awake from his memories when his phone vibrated right next to him. He faintly noticed that there were tears running down his face.
From Kurt:
Well, as much as I'd love to talk about clothing for the rest of the night, it is midnight now, so I better go to bed.
As soon as he'd read that text through, another one reached his phone. He didn't even have time to type out his - as Kurt called it - vulgar answer before reading the new text.
From Kurt:
No, that was not an invitation.
Blaine laughed hoarsely and wiped the rest of the tears off his cheeks. Kurt already knew him too well. He was about to write out a more or less appropriate answer when the third text made his phone vibrate. He snorted. Kurt was impatient, wasn't he? Or maybe he's just a fast texter. Or extremely bored.
From Kurt:
Anyway. Thank you for a lovely date, Blaine. I had a lot of fun. Goodnight.
Maybe it was the smiley that did it. Maybe it was his name. Or maybe it was simply the fact that he'd actually succeeded in something for once. He'd made Kurt have a great time. And for now that was all that mattered to Blaine.
xx
Kurt looked down at his phone and bit his lip. Did he really just send three texts in a row? He must look so desperate for attention. He slammed his head into his pillow - he'd moved to the bed at some point and he hadn't even really noticed - and groaned. Why couldn't he control his actions? He was not a kid anymore; the least he could do was wait for an answer before sending another message.
But when his phone buzzed with a new text, he really couldn't stop the soft smile that appeared on his face. It seemed like Blaine was much more… polite? No, that was wrong. He was just less… vulgar. He was somehow… softer, when he texted. Maybe because he didn't have to hide behind that bad-boy mask, just like Kurt could put his defenses down.
From Blaine:
I did too. Goodnight Kurt.
xxx
Monday came both too slow and too fast.
Too fast because Blaine was forced back to a desk, doing things he had no interest in.
Too slow because it would always be too slow regarding seeing Kurt. Blaine would rather see him every day, just to make sure he was real. That might've been one of the reasons as to why the two men had spent the rest of the weekend texting almost non-stop, like two teenagers in love. They asked each other weird questions at every hour of the day, and it was… fun.
Blaine had learned that Kurt had a nightly skin care routine he'd been doing since he was thirteen, but he had shortened it quite a bit, and he didn't panic if he forgot it every now and then. He'd also learned that Kurt loved salads, but he enjoyed a good steak too. His father was a mechanic and he had a stepmother and brother. One time when he was eighteen he'd colored some of his hair blue, and even though he was never doing it again ('It ruined my hair, Blaine! It took me weeks to get it back to its normal soft state. I'm telling you, hair dye is not good for anything other than having a fancy little accessory, and that's what jewelry is for!'), he had assured Blaine that he'd rocked the look.
Blaine had in turn told Kurt a bit about himself. Kurt had not asked much to his family, for which Blaine was grateful. He had instead asked about Blaine's time at Dalton and his club. Blaine had loved telling Kurt about his club; he was proud of what he'd achieved with little to no help from other. He'd told Kurt he loved performing, and what better way to ensure a steady singing job than to buy a night club and sing there? He was at least sure the owner wouldn't fire him any day soon. Kurt had laughed at that.
Blaine felt really good about the whole thing. Even when he'd had to get up at 6am and his car wouldn't start, so he'd had to bring his bike. He'd even felt good about it as he stepped into the office and had to tolerate another look of disgust on his father's face.
And when Kurt walked into the office and had sent him a shy smile before walking to his desk, the day had been perfect in Blaine's eyes. He'd felt really good about everything.
That was at least until he saw who was strutting into the office at lunch time. That tall guy who'd visited Kurt a few times before.
Daniel, Blaine remembered bitterly. Perfect Daniel with his blond, straight hair and green eyes and white teeth. Daniel, who just sauntered into the office like he owned the god damn place. Daniel, who was holding Kurt's hand like it was his job and smiling at Kurt and fucking looking at him with those stupid puppy eyes.
Blaine gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
You are not the jealous type, he told himself. And he kept telling himself that as Daniel kissed Kurt's cheek. And as Daniel sat on Kurt's desk. And as Daniel ruffled Kurt's hair. And he screamed that inside his head as Daniel buried his head in the crook between Kurt's neck and shoulder.
Blaine stood up abruptly and threw on his best poker face - good thing he had practice from his teenage years - before making his way slowly over to Kurt's desk while 'looking through some papers'.
"Kurt, could we talk for a minute?" He asked with a polite, yet cold voice; keeping his eyes on the papers when he spoke. He only looked up when it looked like he had read the last line and let his eyes fall on the other man at Kurt's table.
"Oh. You've got company, I apologize," he said with no emotion in his voice whatsoever. His eyes spoke for themselves though. Blaine saw Daniel shiver and pull nervously on his sleeve. He tried to keep the smirk from appearing on his face, he really did. "If you don't have time…" He trailed off and looked at Kurt.
The brunette blushed slightly and send him a confused look. Yea, Blaine thought. Never thought you'd see me polite, I bet.
"Oh no, it's fine," Kurt then said and turned to his guest. "I'm sorry, Daniel, I gotta get back to work. Some of us still has work seriously for our money you know," he joked. "But I'll see you tomorrow at lunch."
"Sure thing, babe," Daniel said with a - what Blaine assumed was supposed to be - charming smile. "I'll pick you up at noon." He added a wink for good measure and walked away.
Blaine was fuming. But he kept his emotions well hidden.
"What did you want to talk about?" Kurt asked with his big, blue eyes trailed on Blaine. The curly haired man had to swallow thickly (he hid it the best he could - no need to show weakness) before he spoke. Kurt's eyes had broken what little resolve he'd had left.
"Follow me," Blaine pushed out through his gritted teeth. He was not growling, of course he wasn't. His voice was just slightly scratchy and his jaw was set as he walked to the copy room; Kurt walking a few feet behind him.
"Blaine, what is it?" Kurt asked as they walked into the copy room. He closed the door behind them to give them some privacy. The other man looked like he was about to punch someone in the face, and as hot as that was - scary, Kurt, not hot! - he was still slightly worried. "Is everything okay?"
Blaine spun around so fast Kurt took a step back in surprise. It really wouldn't have made a big difference if he hadn't, seen as Blaine crowded him against the wall. He placed a hand on each side of Kurt's shoulders. There was only an inch between their faces when Blaine spoke.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Kurt couldn't look away from his golden eyes. They were sparkling with something akin to lust and narrowed slightly. The brunette gulped. He might be in some kind of trouble.
"Blaine, I don't-"
"You're mine," Blaine interrupted. Kurt felt a spark at the base of his spine. And okay, wow, he really hadn't known that was… a thing for him.
"I-"
"I don't want that guy near you," he said; face still dangerously close, but not touching.
"Are you jealous?" Kurt teased with a small smile. But then he saw the flicker in Blaine's eyes. He'd hit spot on. "No way. After one date?" He chuckled, but then noticed the look on Blaine's face. "Blaine, I-"
"Don't." Blaine closed his eyes and slumped until he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. He was jealous. After one date. Something must be wrong with him. He sighed heavily. Pathetic, a bitter voice inside his head spat at him and he tensed. Opening your heart like that. As if he'll stay if you're so needy.
Kurt watched the other man's silent change and bit his lip. Blaine had changed from flirty and possessive to cold and closed-off in a matter of seconds. He might be a bit more insecure than I first thought. He thought of possible ways to fix this. Petting Blaine's back and cooing into his ear didn't really seem like an option. Blaine would most likely take that as an insult than a comfort.
Kurt sucked his lower lip into his mouth as he searched his mind. There was really not much he could do without making it all worse. Unless… He gulped inaudibly. How long had it been since he'd tried to flirt? Way too long, his brain supplied, but he shushed it. This was about Blaine, and he didn't react well to sweet talk and boyfriend-y behavior. He needed to know he was wanted.
Wow you know a lot about him already, Kurt thought to himself before taking a deep breath. He just hoped his voice wouldn't be too shaky.
"That's pretty hot," Kurt purred so softly that Blaine almost thought he'd heard wrong. "You being all possessive." Blaine lifted his head up and looked into Kurt's eyes with a raised eyebrow. He tried to stop his breath from quickening, but it was hard with the way Kurt looked at him. Gone was the shy school boy with bright blue eyes and instead there was a sexy man; eyes dark blue with lowered lids. Blaine's own eyes turned a darker shade as his pupils dilated slightly.
Okay you can do this. Just spit it out. Talk like he talks to you. Be flirty. "It kinda turns me on," he whispered with a small smile and lowered his gaze so he looked into Blaine's eyes from under his eyelashes. Tina had taught him that move a few years back, but he never really got it right. He just hoped he didn't look like a total idiot.
He didn't really need to worry about that though because less than a second later Blaine had him pinned against the wall - how was that even possible with their height difference? - and was devouring his mouth with his own. He'd crashed their lips together, very much like their date night, and taken advantage of Kurt's surprised gasp by letting his tongue dip into his mouth. He started out slow, just running his tongue slowly against Kurt's and then angling his head to the side so the kiss deepened. Kurt's hands wound together at the back of Blaine's waist and he pulled him just a bit closer. They both closed their eyes and just let their mouths work together. Blaine pulled back slightly, but only to run his tongue over Kurt's swollen lower lip and then bite teasingly at the red skin. Kurt made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and caught Blaine's lower lip between his teeth. He opened his eyes to look into the hazel ones in front of his and give a quick wink.
Blaine groaned and his eyes rolled back as he pressed closer again, even closer than before and placed a hand on Kurt's hip. His other hand found its way into the soft hair at Kurt's neck and he pulled gently to get Kurt to tip his head to the side. Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulders as he bared his long, pale neck. Blaine let his lips trail down from the ear to where Kurt's neck met his shoulder.
Without any warning he bit down on Kurt's neck; forcing a hnng out of the brunette. The bite wasn't rough or very painful, but Kurt felt like his knees turned to jelly. Blaine let his tongue soothe over the mark before attaching his lips to it and sucking. He went from sucking to biting to simply letting his tongue run over the slowly reddening mark on the pale neck.
"God, I want you so bad," he whispered into the skin. Just to prove his point, he pressed himself closer, so Kurt could feel him hard against his thigh. Calm down, calm down, Blaine said to himself. He didn't want to screw up this early in their relationship - the whole jealousy thing was bad enough.
"You just be glad I've got so much self-restraint," he whispered with a parting kiss to the hickey he'd made. He pulled back from Kurt and smirked at him before making his way out of the copy room.
As he stood alone in the copy room; panting slight, Kurt Hummel smiled smugly to himself. Not only had he managed to flirt, he had managed to flirt with the guy he liked, and he had been pretty damn good at it. Okay, so yea, that's how you cheer up Blaine Anderson. I'll have to remember that.
A/N: Oh, and since I've gotten so many reviews (*squeeeeee*), I've decided to give reviewer number 103 (cuz 100 is too boring) a one shot of their own choice. I'll message whoever number 103 is, and then he/she can prompt whatever and I'll do my best to write it! (It can be from this 'verse or whatever: I'll even consider writing other pairings if the reviewer wants that: I can do all ratings, so no holding back).
Yet again, thank you for reading, my lovelies!
P.S: I know this seemed a bit like a filler chapter, but I promise that there's a point to it - other than having the boys make out. Even though that's point enough in itself.
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!
