This fanfic is actually almost coming to an end (sad face). Maybe around 3-4 more chapters, including this one. Sorry that I haven't been as quick as usual. I've been really busy the past couple of days. But I hope you enjoy the rest of it!
Blaine pushed Kurt against a wall, kissing his lips and neck, even biting his ears.
"B-but Blaine, you need *kiss* to move in—" Kurt moaned. Blaine caught him with a kiss before he could continue.
"It can wait," Blaine said quickly as he shoved Kurt on the bed. Kurt just went along with it because he needed Blaine right now. Badly.
Kurt had wondered why Blaine grabbed him and ran upstairs right after they got out of the car and started making out with him. It had all happened so fast, but he didn't care. This was amazing.
Then Blaine, on the other hand, also wasn't too sure why he was so abrupt with what was happening right now. He had thought he just wanted Kurt really bad, but then it came to him. He had a lot on his mind right now. He just wanted to push all of his thoughts out of his brain and focus them on Kurt. And this definitely seemed to do the trick.
~~~ooo00ooo~~~
Kurt lay in his bed with a giddy smile on his face, while Blaine lay next to him with a similar grin. They both went over in their head of what had just happened in the past hour, and it was incredible. Then they looked over at each other.
"God, Blaine, I really needed that," Kurt said.
Blaine replied, "Trust me, I did too." He continued, "I love you."
Kurt said, giggling, "I love you too."
They both got up out of bed and found their clothes to get dressed.
"Hey, boys? I have no idea what you kids have been doing, but Blaine's mom is here to pick him up," Burt yelled up the stairs. Blaine struggled to find his shirt and combed through his hair so it didn't look post-sex like. Kurt pulled up his pants and they ran downstairs. Burt looked at them with a funny look, and Kurt and Blaine froze with faces that looked scared to death. Burt just shrugged it off, and the couple let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey Blainey, we're gonna go to your dad's house to get at least some of your stuff. He's at work right now, so we don't have to worry about him," April said. Kurt kissed Blaine goodbye and said good luck, then they were out the door.
~~~ooo00ooo~~~
April grabbed a key from under the mat, and then opened the door. The mother and son strode into his old house, where the terrible memory Blaine would never forget lay forever.
April said, "Just get all of your clothes, things that you couldn't live without, and well, basically everything but furniture. I think you'll have to live without your own bed for a while. But be sure to get your pillow." Blaine walked upstairs and found the nearest and largest suitcases he could find.
As April waited, she paced around the house looking at old picture. Most of the pictures were of Blaine. His first steps, his first birthday party, his first singing recital, his first football game, and all of the significant memories April had missed. But then, she landed her eyes on a picture that stood out to her. It was one where Blaine was holding up a doll and showing his dad. She wondered if Joe ever looked at it and wanted to throw it away. Or if he wanted to punch his fist into it. She wondered if he even spent a long time looking at it, wondering if this picture was one of the first pictures to reveal who Blaine really was. The tiny thing about Blaine, which he never knew could cause harm that would make his father hate him forever. She began to sob into her arm. April still just didn't get it. How being slightly different from everyone else would make someone's father hate him or her eternally.
Blaine struggled to carry the four suitcases of things down the stairs. April didn't think that looking at memories would make time go by so quickly.
Blaine asked, "Hey, can you give me a little help?"
"Sure, Blainey." She rushed up the stairs to grab two suitcases out of Blaine's hands.
"Thanks, mom," Blaine said.
April said, "Well, we better head home." She carried half of the suitcases out the door.
"Wait." April turned around to look at Blaine. "I forgot something." He quickly ran to the picture that April spent at least 10 minutes observing and reluctantly grabbed it. "I at least want one memory of him. And anyways, he was probably going to throw this one away."
They packed up in the car and April drove to her house. The windows were open, and the smell of a new start seemed to emanate from the breeze blowing through Blaine's curly hair.
How did you like it? I actually tried to write super well on the last line, if you can tell. Next chapter will have more of that brittana situation, so be excited! PLEASE REVIEW! Also, still don't own glee or the characters. All belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox.
