I am truly sorry for the lack of updates. I promise I'm doing my best, I just hardly have any free time. So thank you if you're sticking with me. And hopefully next weeks Glee will make up for it…I actually can't wait. Anyway, enjoy!
You can do this. Just knock on the door, Blaine. It's really not that hard.
Blaine was staring at the large door looming in front of him, panic setting in on his thoughts. He was going to his new boyfriends' house. And his dad was going to be there. Yes, Burt seemed like a great man, but Blaine could tell he was also extremely protective of Kurt. And as much as he admired that, he feared for his life.
Don't be so dramatic. Just knock on the goddamn door.
Forcing a stop to the internal battle that was raging inside his panicking head, he heaved a deep sigh. He had nothing to worry about. This was just Kurt.
He forced his hand to move, and he heard three heavy knocks reverberate in the warm afternoon air as his hand made contact with the door. He quickly heard someone shuffling towards the door, and not five seconds later was it swung open, revealing a beaming Kurt. And of course Kurt's smile made Blaine smile.
"Blaine!" He almost squealed, jumping into the startled boys arms. Blaine really hadn't expected a hug, but he accepted it graciously, revelling in the close contact. Hugging Kurt had swiftly become one of Blaine's favourite things to do.
The two boys stood like that for a moment, completely contented and at ease. Blaine's hands were wrapped tightly around Kurt's waist, and Kurt's around Blaine's back. Neither could describe the feeling of being connected to each other, but they both knew they loved it, and that they never wanted to stop doing it.
Suddenly, a loud cough was heard from inside the door. Blaine snapped his eyes open, looking into the welcoming house, only to see Burt staring at them with his arms crossed over his chest.
He pulled away quickly, tilting his head down and looking anywhere but the rather intimidating man in the hall. Kurt turned around and frowned at his father, silently cursing him from ruining the perfect moment.
"Hello, Blaine." Burt said cheerily. Blaine raised his head to look at him, noticing a small smile playing on his lips.
"Um, hi Mr Hummel." Blaine answered formally, giving him a slightly awkward smile. He was dismayed to find that Burt frowned at this sentence, and he found himself panicking again. Had he done something wrong?
"None of that Mr Hummel nonsense, call me Burt." Blaine smiled, relieved that he hadn't done something wrong already.
"You can come in, you know." Burt said a few seconds later, when neither of the boys had moved from their positions outside the house. Kurt smiled gently at Blaine, walking into the house. Blaine followed quickly.
"Did you remember the biology things?" Blaine nodded, patting his bag to indicate that his things were in there. He neglected to tell Kurt that he had had to run back to his house to get them. That would just cause unnecessary embarrassment. Instead he graciously followed Kurt deeper into the house, and he noticed they were heading towards a door that had some stairs leading down from it. When they got there, they both paused and turned to Burt who had stopped and was currently staring at them, eyebrows raised. They were the picture of innocence.
"Biology homework?" Burt said, eyeing the boys suspiciously. They both nodded simultaneously, eyes wide. Burt knew they were asking for permission to go into Kurt's room, and although he was sure they wouldn't do anything, he had to take precautions.
"Door open. And don't have too much fun."
Kurt's face contorted into one of a mixture of disgust and shock at what his father had just said, before stomping through the doorway and trudging down the stairs.
Blaine hadn't lost his innocence as he quietly followed him, but not before casting a grateful look at Burt. He followed Kurt over to where he had sunk down on his bed, before sitting next to him. He eyed the door warily, knowing that Burt couldn't hear him as the TV was on loud, but worrying all the same.
"Why does he want the door to be kept open?" Blaine asked quietly, staring wide eyed at Kurt who was fumbling about in his bag. A couple of seconds later Kurt sat up and cast him a disbelieving look. How could Blaine not understand why his father had asked them to keep the door open? He kept staring at Blaine, eyebrows raised.
"Oh." Blaine said a few seconds later, finally understanding that Burt had asked the door to be open so that they wouldn't do…things. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to shove the images that were flashing into his mind of him and Kurt…it was completely inappropriate. They had been boyfriends for only a day after all.
"So…I like your room." It was true, he supposed. Even though he had said it just to fill the silence, he did admire Kurt's room. He recognized that he had an eye for interior design as well as fashion.
"Thank you!" He replied happily, giving Blaine a wide smile. "Right, so we need to write up the experiment in…" Kurt paused for a second, before revealing a small white booklet from his bag. "This. And then we need to do all of these." Once again he pulled up their enormous homework booklet from his bag.
Blaine nodded in defeat.
Kurt manoeuvred himself gracefully so that he was lying on his stomach on the bed, ankles crossed and up in the air. He dropped the white booklet down in front of him and started writing, occasionally glancing up to the jotter he had also put down in front of him.
Blaine's eyes swept over the boys' stylish blue jumper clad back, and then down his long legs which were trapped in skin tight navy jeans. He was more than a little bit attracted to Kurt. But they were boyfriends now, so that was okay. More than okay, he supposed, as he tore his eyes away and got out his own work.
A moment later, he had mirrored Kurt's position exactly on the bed. He tried to ignore the clench of his heart at the simple fact that he was lying on his boyfriends' bed.
Kurt gave him a small smile that he returned happily. Their sides were pressed gently together, and they could feel the warmth radiating from the others body. Blaine somehow settled down to his work, occasionally asking Kurt questions on a particular part of the process or the results that he didn't fully understand. It was safe to say that Kurt was better than him at biology. It took them thirty minutes to finish the booklet, and they grudgingly started on the 30 page blue homework booklet. On this, they worked together, discussing the various questions on the structure of cells, animal survival, DNA and other biology related things that Blaine had no interest whatsoever in.
They were about half way through the 'booklet of hell', as Kurt had christened it, when they came across a particularly difficult question that neither of the boys could fathom.
Blaine was starting to get really annoyed, and he sighed impatiently. He didn't want to be doing biology right now, when his boyfriend was lying next to him. He would much rather curl up and watch a movie with him, or just talk to him, instead of doing these stupid questions that seemed endless.
His feet were still raised in the air, and he untangled his ankles from their crossed position. He started swinging his feet out in annoyance, legs moving the opposite way to each other. Kurt could feel the bed moving with the synchronised swing of Blaine's legs, and turned his head towards him, raising his eyebrows but smiling. Blaine grimaced in return, sinking his head into his book.
Suddenly, he felt his leg nearest Kurt collide with something. That something, he realised, was Kurt's leg. His head shot up, and he turned to look at their legs in shock. He then went out on a whim, reassuring himself they could do things like this now. He gently tangled his leg with Kurt's, their ankles linking together.
He turned back to Kurt. Kurt was staring at him in what seemed like awe, and Blaine smiled at him.
"Is this okay?" He asked quietly, needing to know is Kurt was okay with the contact.
Kurt nodded, trying not to make it too enthusiastic. The truth was, he loved the newfound contact, and he didn't want Blaine to pull away. Blaine's beautiful smile widened. "We can just leave out that question for now." He turned back to his work, his smile never slipping. Kurt's smile did not fade either.
It took them another two hours to finish the 'booklet of hell'. They broke up the questions but chatting to each other about school, their hatred for Mr Johnson, and occasionally they voiced their delight about them being a couple. This left them both grinning to themselves, not even trying to disguise how much they adored each other.
Kurt slammed the blue booklet shut and rose into a sitting position. "I thought that was going to go on forever!" He exclaimed.
"I could never have done that on my own. I had forgotten half that stuff even existed." Kurt chuckled at him, nodding in agreement. It had, in truth, helped a lot to have Blaine there. It had also been a lot more fun with his boyfriend. Their legs had stayed linked for the entire time, and occasionally, when they weren't scribbling in their jotters, their hands at somehow linked. Both boys had thrilled at this.
Blaine moved Kurt's pillows so that they were resting against the headboard of his bed, and gently leaned his head back. His eyes fluttered shut, and Kurt stared at him adoringly. He really was beautiful, and he was his. And after that thought, there was only one thing he could think of doing. He slowly crawled across the bed and sat beside Blaine, leaning against the headboard too. Blaine opened his eyes and looked at the boy who was staring at him lovingly. He gave him a small smile, and gently snaked an arm between the pillows and Kurt's back, letting it rest on his hip. Kurt immediately shuffled into the contact, placing his head onto Blaine's shoulder. He sighed contentedly as he felt the light pressure of Blaine's head atop of his.
"How's the cut on your head?" Kurt asked Blaine softly. They hadn't really talked of the incidents of that first day.
"It's healing. Yours?" Blaine asked. Kurt just nodded as if to say that it was fine, and they went back to enjoying holding each other.
Kurt and Blaine were both smiling with pleasure. They had realised today that they loved hugging each other (but really, they had known from their first hug more than a week ago), but this kind of hug was new. It was different, and it was even better than conventional hugs. It made them feel like they were one person, that they were truly boyfriends.
Somewhere in the back of both boys' minds, however, was the want, the need, to have more contact.
Blaine couldn't help but think about the idea of kissing Kurt. It was something, being honest with himself, that he had wanted to do for a while now. But, once he thought about it, what was stopping him now? They were both new to this, and they were equally as in the dark about it.
And then he remembered Karofsky. What he had done to Kurt. He had taken his precious first kiss away from him, and now Kurt might not want to experience it again.
But how could he be sure that Kurt didn't want what Blaine wanted? He certainly wasn't shying away from being touched, judging by the position they were in now, or the hand holding. But he couldn't be sure, and there was only one way of knowing; he was going to have to ask him in the most non-awkward way possible.
A frown was set upon his face as he tried to work out what to say to Kurt. Kurt however, raised his head and looked at Blaine.
"Blaine, what's wrong? You tensed up. Is this not okay?" The doubt was shining through Kurt's eyes, and Blaine was horrified.
"No, Kurt, not at all! I mean, yes of course this is okay, I…" he trailed off, his words confusing even himself. Kurt's frown deepened, as did Blaine's. They were both equally as confused as each other.
"Blaine, you know you can tell me anything, right? Is something bothering you?" Blaine sighed and shook his head at this, slipping his arm out from Kurt's waist. Kurt immediately looked affronted and rejected, and this was so not the way Blaine had planned this to go. Well, he hadn't actually planned it. He just knew that this was not the reaction he wanted when he hadn't even started his speech yet.
Blaine sighed again, before placing a hand on Kurt's soft cheek. Kurt looked slightly shocked by the sudden act of affection, but didn't ask questions.
"Kurt, we need to talk about…we need to discuss…I mean, I know we've only been boyfriends for a day, but…"
"Blaine." Kurt said sharply, but not unkindly. He placed a hand to gently caress the one that was still cupping his cheek. "Blaine, just tell me. I promise I'll listen."
Blaine raised his other hand, then dropped it back down to his thigh in frustration.
Why couldn't he be eloquent? Damn it.
"Okay, Kurt, please don't be…freaked out by this. I'm just wondering because, I really, really like you. I just want to know…the physical boundaries of this. Of us." He watched Kurt's eyes widen and his eyebrows raise at this, but he didn't look horrified or disgusted or anything…good so far, Blaine reassured himself.
"I don't know how much the whole Karofsky thing affected you, and I need to be sure what you're comfortable with. Actually, we need to be sure of what we're both comfortable with. And I know that this is probably way too soon to be mentioning this but-" Kurt's beautiful smile ended his train of thought completely. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling." He gave Kurt a sheepish grin and turned away from him, only to be pulled back to face Kurt by a strong hand on his chin.
"Blaine, I understand why we need to…talk about this. Actually, I've been thinking about it myself." He cleared his throat, trying not to let the true images that had flashed into his brain show through on his face. "The Karofsky thing…yes, it scared the hell out of me, but that's not going to stop me from…showing my affections to you." He really didn't know what he was saying. At all. And he was beginning to panic. Oh well, let's just go with it. He mentally shrugged and carried on, not failing to notice the way Blaine's eyes had lit up. In shock or happiness, he didn't know.
"As far as…boundaries, I'm uh, fine with kissing." Kurt ended, and this time it was him looking down at his lap in embarrassment. He really didn't know if that was how far Blaine had meant, and his thoughts had basically turned to gibberish.
"Kurt." Blaine said, indicating for the sheepish boy to look at him. "Kurt." He said more sharply, when he hadn't raised his head a few moments later.
Kurt raised his head slowly, eyes still not meeting Blaine's shining golden ones.
"Kurt, please look at me." Blaine was almost at the point of pleading. He needed to let Kurt know that he hadn't said anything wrong. In fact, what he had said made Blaine's heart…he couldn't describe it.
But then Kurt's beautiful blue eyes were staring into his own, and his breath caught in his throat.
"You make my heart go whee." Blaine burst out.
What was that? Why did you just say that? You're insane. You just spoiled everything, you idiot. He mentally slapped himself. Where did that come from? But then Kurt had collapsed into his arms with laughter, the boy shaking from the spasms in his chest.
"Kurt, I really don't know why I said that. Please stop laughing, I was trying to have a serious conversation with you." His tone was half joking, half serious, and even he couldn't stop a small laugh from escaping him. When Kurt still didn't stop, he lifted him from his chest.
"Alright, okay, I'm insane. Now I needed to say something, and I can't remember."
Slowly, Kurt stopped shaking with laughter, and he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes.
"Blaine, you're so…you're amazing, you know that?" Kurt chuckled again, and Blaine did the same. He decided not to argue over whether he was amazing or not, and get back to the task at hand instead.
"I have the same boundaries Kurt. I've been thinking about it, and I do want to reach that stage with you." Kurt stopped chuckling at this, but his soft smile remained.
"Really?" he asked disbelievingly. He hadn't even dared to dream of this before, and here he was, sitting on his bed with his boyfriend, talking about kissing.
Blaine nodded, and when Kurt's face lit up with joy, he really count help but wrap his arms tightly around the beaming boy. He smiled into his shoulder, as the hug was returned. They didn't move for a few minutes, relaxing into the warm comfort of each others bodies. When Blaine finally pulled away, he couldn't help but laugh.
"We're so not a conventional couple." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, we're not. But I'm glad." Kurt answered, taking Blaine's hand and giving it a soft squeeze. Blaine just gazed adoringly at him. He still couldn't believe he had managed to find this wonderful boy. But he wasn't going to leave anytime soon, that was for sure.
They stared at each other for a few moments, but somehow they didn't feel awkward at all. They were adoring being in each others company.
"My dad was wondering if you wanted to come for dinner tomorrow." Kurt said, assessing the emotions going across Blaine's face at this question. He saw the initial shock, then happiness and then worry set across his perfect features.
"Don't worry. My family are a bit…dysfunctional, but they'll love you." Kurt smiled in reassurance, and Blaine returned it hesitantly.
"Okay, if you're sure he's okay with it. What time should I come over?"
"Around five, I think." Blaine nodded, taking a mental note to start getting ready two hours before. He didn't want to embarrass himself with a bad outfit.
They sat in silence for a few moments, Blaine's finger slowly stroking over the back of Kurt's pale hand.
"Kurt, your dinner is ready." They turned around quickly to stare at the door, where the voice was coming from. Burt was standing with his arms crossed, and his eyes were set on their locked hands.
"Okay dad." Kurt called back softly, watching his dad turn away with a frown.
"It's probably time for me to leave, anyway." Kurt nodded and got up from his bed. He watched Blaine do the same, and then pack away all of his stuff into his bag. He shrugged it on and then followed Kurt up the stairs and towards the door. Blaine paused when he got to the entrance to the living room where Burt was seated, presumably waiting for Kurt to come and get his dinner.
"Thank you for having me, Mr Hu- uh, Burt." Burt turned around in his chair to smile at him.
"That's no problem. You coming tomorrow for dinner?" Blaine hastily nodded.
"Yes, I am. It was very kind of you to ask me."
"I'll see you then." Burt finished his voice kind, turning back round to the TV. Kurt took Blaine's arm and led him to the door, before opening it and stopping on the front steps. Closing it softly behind him, he turned to face Blaine.
"You really don't have to be so formal with him." Blaine smiled.
"I can't help it, I really want to make a good impression." Kurt sighed at the sweetness of that simple statement, and pulled Blaine into a tight hug. Blaine returned it and buried his face into Kurt, sighing happily. He didn't think he'd ever get over how much this simple action made him feel. It was like the whole sky was lighting up.
Kurt pulled away with a smile. "Don't worry too much about tomorrow, they'll love you, I promise." Blaine gave him a grateful smile, taking his hand lightly in his.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kurt." He whispered, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the slightly shocked boys' cheek. When he pulled away though, there was only happiness written on his face.
"Night." He whispered back, watching Blaine give him one last smile and turn to walk down the driveway.
Just one last thing guys. 3 DAYS. I'm hyperventilating just at the thought. And how awesome is Curt Mega? It would mean a lot to me if you could review, and again, feel free to squeal with me! I love doing that. I hope you enjoyed it!
