Part IX

"Hi, Kurt," Rachel greets as she opens the door on Saturday. "You're right on time! He's already here, and I'm so glad you're giving him this chance, because it's actually adorable how nervous you're making him." She holds up a scarf of hers, black, something not easy to peek through. "Now, if you don't mind…"

With a playful off his his eyes, Kurt allows her to blindfold him. He closes his eyes and feels the soft fabric cover his eyes and over his brows, and even part of the top of his nose. He really can't peek, even if he wanted to. Rachel tightens it, asking if it's too much, but it's just fine. He nods, and then states, "Lead the way, Rachel."

Giggling, she takes his arm and leads him down a hall into a study. She releases him, leaving him standing in the center. "I'll leave you two be for a while. Good luck, B.," she says demurely, and Kurt can almost picture the telling flush dusted on her cheeks.

Kurt hears a door shut, and then the rub of leather as someone stands from the desk chair. Silently, B. makes his way to Kurt, and Kurt can feel his own heart speed up. He bites his lip, and touches a hand to the cloth over his eyes. "It's okay, B. I really can't see you," he says, sensing the other's hesitation.

As soon as the words fall from his lips, Kurt feels warm hands grasp his and raise them between them, something petal-soft on the surface but firm beneath touching his knuckles. A kiss. And then those larger hands are slipping out of Kurt's grasp to cup his face, stroking beneath the blindfold across Kurt's cheeks, and then down his jaw to his chin. Kurt can practically feel the buzz of his heart in his ears. Gently, B. leans in – warmth radiating from him. And Kurt notes idly that this is something he normally couldn't feel if he could see, because sometimes your eyes distract you from your other senses.

He can hear B. breathe in and out shallowly, timidly. And then his lips are on Kurt's, one hand sensually gripping the back of Kurt's neck, and Kurt can't help himself; he moves his lips in time with B.'s, trying to apply what he's seen on the television screen in shows and movies to his inexperience with kissing. And B. doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he gasps, breaking the kiss, as if startled that Kurt is reciprocating it.

"What's the matter?" Kurt questions softly, his voice a humble murmur. He reaches out blinding, and finds his admirer's chest, using it as a blind guide to reach B.'s face, and the other boy is tense, his heart rattling beneath Kurt's fingers as they trail up his sternum, up his neck, to rest along his jaw. "It's okay. I know this is weird – it is for both of us – but I don't mind. Don't be so shy. I…" his voice lowers a notch. "I want you to kiss me."

And that seems to be all the invitation B. needs. He immediately has his mouth on Kurt's again, this time more aggressively, more hungrily. And the way he molds his lips over Kurt's, and the way Kurt responds, somehow elicits a soft sigh, nearly a moan, from Kurt. And this seems to fuel B. even more, making him bring Kurt flush again his body.

B. is warm, and much broader-shouldered than Kurt. They feel like they're nearly the same height, save for a few tiny inches. And Kurt feels so comfortable here, in B.'s arms, even though he doesn't know who B. is. B. is just… a string of words on a cell phone screen, a pair of arms and lips to touch, a person who's tender underneath whoever he is otherwise, and someone who seems to truly care about Kurt.

Kurt grips B.'s strong back, clinging to his t-shirt while they kiss, and somehow, Kurt finds his mouth free and the unfamiliar sensation of lips on his throat. He gasps into the darkness (since the blindfold is all he can see), shocked at how lovely that feels.

Suddenly, B. pauses, his lips hovering just above Kurt's damp skin where B.'s tongue had just been. In a barely audible whisper, B. asks, "Do you like me?"

And Kurt can't place B.'s voice; the whisper obscures it, making it nearly any male's. Kurt takes a step back, but doesn't let go of his admirer. "Yes," he confesses truthfully. "I can honestly say I was skeptic at first, and even once or twice during these past several weeks, but not anymore. I know that I like you. A lot."

"And if…" B continues to whisper, to maintain the anonymous sound of his voice, "If I was someone you didn't like as much before, would your mind change?"

Kurt pauses, thinking,. He brings a finger up to his teeth to bite down on the nail in thought. Slipping it out of his mouth, feeling B.'s eyes on him, he slowly nods. "Yes, I think it would. After all, you've given me so much lately; not just flowers and notes and candy, but a cell phone and a ring and… your kindness and thoughtfulness and humbleness and even… even your love," he says, voice falling soft. He smiles minutely. "And how can I say no to that?"

B. takes in a shaky breath, his hands moving to rest on Kurt's shoulders. Kurt doesn't so much as flinch at the sudden contact. Oddly enough, he trusts the person in front of him, even though he knows he probably shouldn't, since this person is a bit of a stalker.

"Then… then let me take off your blindfold," B. says, still whispering. "But don't open your eyes until I tell you to."

"Understood," Kurt murmurs, feeling his nerves light up with curiosity and nervousness. He smiles reassuringly. "Go ahead."

Then, carefully, B. reaches up and unties the knot in back, letting the scarf slip to their feet on the carpet between them. And Kurt inhales slowly in anticipation, shivering a bit.

B. touches Kurt's eyelids softly, making Kurt jump a little, startled. B. retracts his hand, then says in a gruff, unsteady voice that sends chills down Kurt's spine, "All right. Open them."

And Kurt is just able enough to contain a stunned yelp, swallowing it to the back of his throat. "B. is… you?"


A/N: (Wow, I rarely do this bottom-notes...)

Okay, so, this story is wrapping up soon, believe it or not. And because of that, you all get to know who B. is next chapter! Problem is, some of you might not like the pairing, because that happens. It's to be expected. So if you end up not liking it, go right ahead and comment with a witty remark before ceasing reading. I will totally be okay with that. So long as you don't say things like, "OMG YOU F#CKING BITCH, I WANTED B. TO BE SO-AND-SO INSTEAD!" I won't mind you complaining a little. ;D

And wow, look at all those reviews! I'm so shocked! Thank you all for the overwhemling support for this fanfic, since it feels so silly and random and short and not my best to me. XD