Hey guys, so I finished this last night at one in the morning. My beta isn't answering me so hopefully its not too bad grammatically.
So this chapter includes the scene from Scandals. This is what I think happened because Blaine wouldnt have done this if he had had just one drink.
Anyway here it is, love Squiggle.
(Previous chapter was Kurt and Carole bonding and Wes crashing Blaine's car. I know it has been a while)
Kurt and Blaine were sitting together on the couch, eating popcorn mindlessly as the foreboding music played. They were watching the horror movie 'Sinister', something the countertenor would never watch but it was his boyfriend's turn to choose the movie.
They watched as the father walked up to the box slowly, inspecting it as it moved. Kurt leant forward slightly, his eyes trained on the screen. As the boy burst out of the box, the countertenor felt a hand land on his shoulder, he turned and screamed, popcorn flying everywhere. Blaine jumped at the noise before losing it and falling into a fight of giggles as he saw Burt standing behind them with a confused countenance.
"Jesus Christ dad! What are you trying to do! Why would you do that to a person?" Kurt's voice was shrill as he placed a hand over his heart to slow its racing beats.
"Y- your f-fff-ace," Blaine breathed as he continued to laugh.
"Shut up! What do you want?" Kurt asked after he glared at his boyfriend, who was supposed to love him.
"I'm going to Carole's," Burt told, picking up a stray piece of popcorn and throwing it at his son. "You should probably clean this up."
"You gave me a heart attack just to say you were going to her house? What kind of sick twisted logic is that?" Kurt's heart was still racing, he tried to take a deep calming breath but nothing seemed to settle him more than violently kicking the still laughing curly haired boy. Ah, he felt better now that Blaine was rubbing his leg.
"Well I didn't know you would be so jumpy."
"I'm watching a stupid horror movie and you didn't think… you know what, never mind. I can't deal with this, just go before you inflict any more pain onto me where I might possibly need therapy in the future to overcome it," Kurt said a matter of factly, Burt just laughed and ruffled his son's hair, the countertenor slapping at his huge hand.
"I'll be back later and if you two have gone to bed, I'll see you in the morning. We'll look at that car you were interested in, in Dayton tomorrow if you want Blaine," Burt offered. Blaine was driving one of the rental cars at Burt's tyre shop. It was a white Toyota Camry, it was a more modern car than the station wagon he used to drive but it still felt like an old person car to him. The car he was interested in was a little sportier than this one, smaller and overall more physically appealing.
"Oh, um I'm actually not staying tonight. My parents are in town and my birthday's tomorrow, so they want to spend time with me apparently," Blaine said with distaste.
"They never want to see you any other time," Kurt muttered under his breath. Blaine tried to put his arm around his boyfriend to comfort him but the countertenor slapped the hand away. "Don't, I'm still mad at you."
"Well we can go look at it sometime during the week then," Burt suggested, waving a farewell to the boys as he left. The couple continued to watch the movie, Kurt clutching the blanket that covered him when any horrifying parts happened while Blaine watched it with no problem. The countertenor gave up on the movie when the part with the lawn mower happened, feeling sick to his stomach and close to vomiting.
He began to read a story on his phone as he waited for the movie finished. When it did, Blaine stretched his arms above his head and looked to the other teen.
"Well I better go now."
"If you really loved me you would stay," Kurt said, Blaine just rolled his eyes and leant over to give his boyfriend a parting kiss. He was taken by surprise when the countertenor pulled him on top of him and deepened the kiss. The paler boy let his hands roam under his boyfriend's shirt, he heard Blaine moan and then pushed him back and started going through the channels on TV like nothing happened.
"You can't do that," Blaine protested, Kurt just shrugged, valiantly trying to hide his smile.
"That's what you get for leaving. Now go Project Runway is on," Kurt replied, making a shooing motion.
"You're not going to walk me out?"
"Nope too cold, I'm nice and comfy here." With an impish grin the curly haired teen, kissed his boyfriend without warning before turning to leave.
"Bye, love you," he said over his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, I suppose I love you too," Kurt said, smiling widely before getting comfy on the couch and spending the remainder of the night with Tim Gunn and Heidi Klum. Blaine just laughed, muttering 'smart ass' as he left.
Blaine's birthday had been a quiet affair with his parents, a simple dinner with the three of them. Cooper was supposed to be coming down to celebrate but got a role in some low budget movie that was sure to launch his career. Much to people's disbelief, Blaine's parents were actually nice people, not abusive in any way but they just didn't know how to interact with their son. The curly haired teen tried to be interested in what his father liked but the flow wasn't as easy as it was with Cooper. He wasn't envious though; Burt was a great substitute and connected much better with him than his own father.
Kurt had suggested they have a party for him but the Warbler wasn't interested, the only thing he wanted came true; to try role playing with Kurt. It was awkward at first and they both couldn't stop their nervous laughter but they eventually did it.
So now Blaine was sitting in The Lima Bean with Sebastian, he didn't want to and he knew Kurt wouldn't like it but it wasn't in his genetic makeup to turn down free coffee. They talked about the Warblers and songs they could sing, Blaine removing the other teens hand when it would land on his knee. The meerkat not so subtly suggested that they 'have some fun' back in his dorm room on many occasions, Blaine let it slide until he finally had to put a stop to it.
"Look Sebastian, I have a boyfriend,"
"Doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother you," he replied effortlessly.
"I just never want to mess up my thing with him, in anyway. He's really great-"
"Who's really great?" a voice intoned from behind him. Blaine's face was one of pure shock. He was sprung and felt guilty for something that he shouldn't even felt guilty about.
"You!" Blaine rushed, pulling a chair out for his boyfriend to sit down on. This was not how he had planned this to go; well he didn't really plan this at all. He watched awkwardly as his boyfriend tensely interacted with the other boy, the countertenor remained tight lipped and muttered insults as he sipped his coffee.
"Hey, what are you guys doing tomorrow night?" Sebastian asked suddenly, Kurt relayed their skin care regime and how they would mostly spend it at home watching TV.
"Well as sexy as that sound," he said slowly, sounding ludicrous to his ears, "have you ever heard of Scandals?" the couple shared a confused glance. That was the gay club, why would he be asking about that?
"Yeah it's the gay club in West Lima."
"What do you say, I'll get you some fake ID's and we'll hit it up." Blaine knew it was a trap, he glanced at Kurt, and there was a determined look on his face
"We're in."
"What do you even wear to a gay bar?" Kurt asked, his phone between his ear and shoulder as he searched the racks of his closet, finding nothing that would be applicable for this horrid night.
"Does it look like I have ever been to a gay bar before? Well maybe I do," Jeff said breathlessly.
"What are you doing? Do I even want to know?"
"Doing core strengthening Pilates, it hurts so bad." Kurt rolled his eyes, inspecting a brown leather bomber jacket before putting it back; why did he even buy that?
"Why would you even agree to do this? What are you trying to prove?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Because I'm an idiot ok? For some stupid reason I wanted to prove to Sebastian that I'm not boring and that he can't get Blaine and… and…. This sounds really stupid saying it out loud doesn't it?"
"No I totally get it," Jeff assured, "there is something about that guy that makes you go against everything you believe in."
"I don't trust him," Kurt explained. "I just don't understand what he wants with Blaine, his blatant obvious attempts at seducing him makes me feel sick. What's worse is I can't find anything to wear. What outfit says 'I'm here because I made a dumb decision, I'm friendly but please don't rape me in the bathroom'?"
"I think you are asking too much from the outfit," Jeff laughed, "I suggest something casual, well casual for you. Try some jeans and that matte grey/silver button down that I like. Add a tie or scarf or something to it."
"Or a bolo tie," Kurt said as he found one sitting on vanity.
"Or a bolo tie," Jeff repeated in agreement. "Are you sure you don't want me to come along? I could stay in the shadows and watch to see if anything happens."
"As comforting as that is… and concerning," Kurt muttered. "I'll be fine."
"Call me and tell me how it goes. Bye!"
"Bye." Kurt mumbled as he ended his phone call. He was really starting to regret this decision, the fake ID's probably weren't going to work and then he would get arrested. That would look good on his college application.
Sighing in despair, he grabbed his keys after changing into his new outfit and drove over to his boyfriend's house before going to the dingy club.
They pulled up to the building and just looked at it in distaste.
"The only thing scandalous about this is its questionable hygiene," Kurt spat, already regretting his decision about trying to prove himself to someone that wasn't worth his time. Blaine rolled his eyes and got out of the car, the countertenor quickly followed before grabbing his boyfriend's hand, scared at the situation he was in and the sketchy surroundings.
"Are these even going to work?" he asked looking down at his fake ID.
"Yeah, I'm sure they will," Blaine assured before handing it over to the bouncer. He handed it back without question than took the countertenor who studied it more intensely.
"Olah!" Kurt greeted, seeing as he supposedly was a 40 year old Mexican. The imposing bouncer shrugged and handed it back to him.
They were shortly greeted by Sebastian and seriously, a polo shirt? He had bad fashion sense for a gay guy (not that he was stereotyping). He handed Blaine a beer and Kurt a non-alcoholic option while snidely adding an unnecessary comment about the countertenor's aversion to alcohol. He wasn't planning on touching the stuff ever again after he threw up all over Miss Pillsbury's shoes. The meerkat faced teen pointed with his thumb towards the bathroom and said he would be back shortly.
"Blaine, are you sure you want to drink that? He might have put something in it," Kurt said worriedly.
"I'm sure he wouldn't… well mostly sure," Blaine replied, receiving a dubious expression from his boyfriend. The Warbler smiled, wrapping his arms around the other boy and kissed him; relieved when he felt some of the tension leave his body. They broke apart when someone bumped into them, only to see Sebastian's smug face.
"Oh sorry I tripped," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Hey let's dance, I love this song." Kurt shook his head, his boyfriend trying to persuade him but finally he left him to sit at the bar and went onto the small dance floor.
A few songs later, Kurt was sitting at the bar occasionally sending a message to Jeff or checking his social media pages. He smiled at Blaine's dancing, he was really getting into the music but he didn't like how close the other teen was getting. A few older men came up to him, some would check him out and smile before walking away while some would accidently on purpose touch his shoulder or his hand. He didn't like it and he felt uncomfortable. Downing the rest of his drink, he shimmed his way over to his boyfriend and squeezed himself in between Blaine and Sebastian. Turning them and glaring when he tried to get close again, eventually he got the point and started gyrating up against some poor unsuspecting person.
"This is the best night of my life," Blaine slurred; Kurt grinned and helped his drunken boyfriend across the parking lot. "I wanna live here and just make art and help people," Blaine said, heavily breathing into his boyfriend's face. The countertenor coughed as his nose was assaulted with the rancid stench of alcohol.
"You'll certainly help people make fires with your breath," Kurt replied.
"Hey c'mon I only had one beer," Blaine told, sounding slightly offended. The countertenor grinned and was about to open the back door of his navigator when he felt his boyfriend's arm circle his waist. "Hey, kiss me." He slurred.
"No, no, no," Kurt laughed, placing his hand on the other teen's shoulder. "You're riding in the back." It didn't help that Blaine was currently nuzzling into his neck and lightly pressing kisses into the juncture. "Lay down, you're less likely to throw up this way."
"Ok," Blaine mumbled, relenting and started to lie down. the countertenor was too focused on helping the Warbler into the car that he didn't see the mischievous look in his boyfriend's eye and the next thing he knew he was being pulled on top of him.
"Blaine, stop," Kurt said firmly, pushing himself away only to be restrained by the other teen. The Warbler continued kissing the countertenor, oblivious to his boyfriend's discomfort. Kurt continued to struggle, recoiling when he felt Blaine's hand on his crotch and trying to unbutton his jeans before finally freeing himself and getting out of the car.
"What the hell Kurt?" Blaine asked, honestly astounded at his boyfriend's action.
"Are you serious?"
"What I'm not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?"
"Don't even pretend that was some innocent act; that was assault Blaine," Kurt said, his arms wrapping around his torso, suddenly feeling too exposed.
"I honestly don't even understand why you are upset."
"Fuck you! Don't even talk to me," Kurt spat with such malice; he slammed the back door before getting in the driver's side and heading home.
When they got back to the Hummel residence, it was almost midnight. Kurt exited the car and stormed into the house, Blaine stumbling after him. Burt was sitting in the arm chair watching TV.
"Hey, how was your night?" Burt asked before looking away from the TV. "What happened?"
"Don't let Blaine in my room," Kurt said, his voice breaking on the last word as he entered his room. He found a door wedge and put it under the door so no one could get in. He tore off his tie, shirt and pants before taking off his boots and throwing them across the room with his socks. He turned the taps of the shower and got in, finally letting his tears fall.
He wasn't angry anymore, he just felt dirty and upset. Sure Blaine had gotten angry before but he had never done anything like that before, even when he did drink, he became more affectionate but not so in an aggressive manner. Kurt was scared of how fast the situation had escalated and to be honest he was scared of his boyfriend in that moment. Blaine knew how he felt about being intimate, it had taken a long time for them to do anything sexual and after tonight he didn't feel safe with his boyfriend which was odd because he usually made him feel the most safe and secure.
The next morning Blaine woke up on the couch feeling like he got hit by a train. It was odd that he was even sleeping on the couch; the only time he slept here was when he and Kurt had a fight. He rubbed his pounding head, god he didn't remember anything about last night. All he could fathom was his boyfriend picking him up from his house and then it all goes fuzzy.
Sighing he stands up from the couch, feeling dizzy as all the blood rushes to his head. He walks over to the countertenor's door and tries to open it but its stuck, so he begins to knock on it.
"Kurt let me in!" Blaine yelled.
"Go away!"
"Look whatever I did, I'm sorry but I honestly don't remember." Somehow that was the wrong thing to say because before he knew it, the door was being ripped open and he was confront with his boyfriend's enraged face.
"YOU DON'T REMEMBER!" Kurt yelled, Blaine tried to shush him but that only enraged him further. "Don't tell me what to do; you have no right to tell me what to do."
"Look I'm sorry but I really don't know what happened. All I remember is you picking me up and then I woke up on the couch, that's it I swear!" Blaine said earnestly. Kurt shook his head and moved to the side of the stairs.
"Get in here, the last thing I want is for my dad to hear this." The curly haired Warbler nodded and quickly descended the stairs, hearing his boyfriend quietly shut the door before following him.
The countertenor sat on his bed, Blaine sitting next to him before Kurt stood up and walked to the other side of the room, his arms crossed with an uncomfortable countenance.
"Kurt-"
"Stop, just… stop," Kurt said defeated. "Last night I felt so violated. Blaine you were so inappropriate and I will seriously hit you if you try to blame it on alcohol because that is not an excuse for your actions."
"Kurt I understand- wait let me finish," he said when he saw Kurt's face. "But, I honestly don't even remember what happened. I know I have said that but I'm serious. I don't know what happened; I was getting ready to go to scandals then I woke up on the couch. Please, I'm sorry for what I did but I really don't know what it was." Kurt could tell that his boyfriend was telling the truth but he didn't understand.
Then a thought came to him, it was all Sebastian's fault. When he saw that opened bottle before handing it to Blaine, he was sceptical and now he knew he had every right to be.
"I think Sebastian put something in your drink," Kurt said thoughtfully. The curly haired man stared at him with utter disbelief. "I don't really know much about drugs but I'm probably thinking it was rohypnol or a 'Roofie'. That could explain why you don't know what happened last night, it also lowers inhibitions…"
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, offended when he reached out to his boyfriend only to be rejected. "Come on; tell me why you keep shying away from me." Kurt sighed and sat down next to the Warbler on the bed before taking a deep breath.
"Last night when we were leaving, you pulled me into the back of the car and started touching me and grabbing me. I told you to stop but you didn't listen, when I got out and away from you, you couldn't figure out what you did wrong or why I was upset. I know you only had one drink because you kept stealing my drinks throughout the night. I was pissed at you and you didn't get it." Blaine felt ashamed, guilty and he couldn't decide whether or not it was good thing that he couldn't remember it.
"Kurt I'm sorry, I promise if I ever do something as stupid as that ever again. You can punch me as hard as you can in the face," Blaine told seriously to which his boyfriend huffed out a laugh.
"Depending how angry I am, I might actually take you up on that offer."
"Tell me what I can do to make it up to you," Blaine pleaded, trying to take the countertenor's hand which was ignored in favour of standing up.
"Just give me some time," and with that Kurt left the room to let his boyfriend think over the information he was just told.
It took about two weeks for Kurt to feel comfortable with his boyfriend touching him again. They started out slow, earning questioning glances from Burt; but now they were back to normal. Kurt had found a way that Blaine could make it up to him, if it weren't for the situation he knew his boyfriend would have flat out refused but he would do anything for Kurt now.
The countertenor retrieved the wax from the microwave and stirred it as he made his way to the bathroom on the first floor of the house. He smiled when he saw the Warbler siting on the side of the bath tub, looking nervous.
"Is this going to hurt?"
"Only if you're a big baby," Kurt replied playfully, laying out a few clean wax strips.
"Kurt!" he whined.
"Just don't tense up, it will make it worse," Kurt replied. He leant the Warbler's head back and placed a thin layer of wax on the underside of his left eyebrow. "I have wanted to do this for so long; it's like two big fuzzy caterpillars coming at me. Besides you are starting to get a mono brow. So not sexy."
"I do not have a mono brow," Blaine protested, the wax strip now over the wax.
"Ok on three. Ready, one, two…" Kurt ripped the strip away and doubled over in laughter at the other boy's reaction.
"OW! Fuck, what happened to three!" Blaine yelled, rubbing furiously at his now pained face. Ten minutes later they were finally finished, Blaine's face now red from the multiple hairs being pulled from his face with the combination of hot wax. He was currently starring in the mirror, examining his now thinner and more even brows.
"Now I didn't make them too thin but have given them a more commercial look, and they aren't as close together as they before. What do you think?" Kurt asked as he packed up his waxing kit.
"I look weird," Blaine said, moving his eyebrows up and down. "My whole face looks different."
"I personally like your face," Kurt assured. Blaine smiled and took the other boy in his arms and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"Are we ok now?"
"Yeah, we're ok."
That Wednesday, the couple were sitting on the couch, the TV playing in the background but neither was watching it. The Warbler was lying against the other teen; his eyes closed slowing falling asleep as the countertenor mindlessly played with his hair with one hand while playing on his phone with the other. Kurt rested his chin on his boyfriend's head, before he was hit in the back of the head.
"Ow, child abuse," Kurt winced, while Blaine groaned at being disturbed.
"Get up, Carole is coming over and I have news to tell all of you," Burt said, standing in front of them.
"Oh God please tell me you aren't getting married, or worse, she's pregnant. I would probably move out and get emancipated if that happened. Hey Blaine I'm coming to live at your house," Kurt told, Blaine mumbled a 'whatever' as he nuzzled into his boyfriend's chest, trying to sleep.
"Stop being so dramatic," Burt chided, "it's nothing like that; it's actually something that you might enjoy."
"That sounds ominous," Kurt murmured. "Oh! You're breaking up!"
"No," Burt replied, ignoring his son. "What's with Blaine, why is he so tired?"
"He sells drugs at night and then goes to school through the day," Kurt replied sarcastically.
"I'm keeping the economy strong," Blaine added, Burt sighed exasperatedly before hauling Blaine to the other side of the couch and sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
"I know it isn't in your mental capacity to refrain from being sarcastic, especially when you two are together," Blaine and Kurt shared a smile. "But, when Carole and Finn are here-"
"Finn's coming as well; kill me now to end this torture."
"No," Burt intoned, "so when they both get here, just speak normally or just don't say anything at all." With that, Burt went to the kitchen to get a drink while the teens went back to their previous activities, Blaine trying to sleep as Kurt was on his phone. Ten minutes later Carole and Finn arrived, they all settled in the lounge room.
"Blaine dear, you look tired," Carole noted sweetly, her palm against his forehead to check his temp.
"Yeah, I have been studying for exams and doing assignments, so I haven't had a chance to sleep much lately." She told him that he should have an early night before taking a seat on the arm chair. Burt stood in front of them with an excited grin.
"So Kurt remember when we used to go camping and how much you loved it."
"Yeah when I was five and didn't realise how unsanitary it was," Kurt said his mind reeling back to his childhood, covered in mud without a care in the world.
"Yes you loved it," Burt said, ignoring his son. "So I decided, since it is a long weekend, that we could all go camping to do some bonding."
"Uh, I don't think-"
"It's non-negotiable Kurt," Burt told firmly. "Now Kurt, Blaine and Finn you can choose a friend to come along as well-"
"Blaine's coming?" Carole questioned, receiving a glare from Kurt.
"Blaine's furniture," Kurt told "he's kind of always around."
"Thanks, I feel so loved," Blaine said sardonically, the countertenor giggled and blew a kiss at him.
"Uh, yes, Blaine will be joining us. So choose your friends.
"Wait," Finn interrupted, "if Blaine is coming does that mean my girlfriend can come?"
"Who is it this week?" Kurt muttered under his breath.
"I suppose, it's only fair."
"I choose Jeff," Kurt exclaimed.
"I choose Nick," Blaine said next.
"Well, I choose Karofsky," Finn told, a challenging look in his eyes as the couple looked at him horror.
Now if you dont remember Karofsky and Finn were the ones that beat up Kurt in the alley and put him in hospital.
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