I'm still here, and the story is still here. I wish I could apologize to you all face to face, because this story is so late to be updated. I've had some personal problems that had to delay this update, but I promise you that my mind is still fully on to finish this. Hope you enjoy it, and try not to be mad at me.
Hope you like it! And also; HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Still don't owe anything, but I have a feeling that this will be the year...
Chapter 9
"Ugh- you know I can't eat that much without regretting it later. You should've stopped me." Blaine struggled with finding a good position to sit in, but the sugar rush from the cookies had turned in to nausea and there was nothing that felt comfortable when his stomach was making him regret those seven-eight last cookies he had eaten.
"I guess something just don't change through the years," Kurt giggled from the opposite chair. He could tell by the winching sounds that Blaine was more than full. "I thought you were a grown man who could decide when to stop eating. Oh, how wrong I can be." The laugh that escaped from Kurt lips filled the room.
Burt and Carole walked in to the living room where the two men sat. "Would anyone like a cup of cocoa?" Carole smiled to them.
"Oh, please. None for me. I don't think I will be able to eat or drink more until we're in 2013." Blaine held his hand over his stomach and Burt burst out laughing.
"You have once again fallen for the delicious, but painful experience of Carole's special Christmas cookies," Burt said glancing from Blaine to his wife. Kurt gave his father a smile. He was glad that he had a figure he had to maintain, so he had stuck to his four cookies-limits.
"Well, we are heading down to Hiram and LeRoy with some snacks and some gossiping." Carole said to Kurt. "Is there anything you want before we leave?" Kurt shook his head and rushed them away through the door. "Say hi to them for me!" He said before closing the door.
When Kurt turns around to head back to the living room, Blaine is already up on his feet. "I should probably be getting home. Maybe sleep off some stomach ache." Blaine pouted. Kurt felt his head drop, clearly disappointed that he had to leave, but tried to cover it up by giving him a nudge in his side.
"Hey! Man down here." Blaine giggled; amused by the fact that Kurt still remembered his ticklish spot right above the third rib. The whole house fell silent, and Kurt stood so close that he could feel Blaine's breath on his skin. Blaine turned his head so that he looked right in to Kurt's blue eyes. The only thing that separated them was a small gap of air, but it still felt like miles between them. Kurt gazed into Blaine's golden eyes, before letting his eyes wander down his chin and his nose, before letting his eyes rest on the lips.
Kurt felt himself slowly moving closer. His hands touched the soft skin of Blaine's wrist, and the air between them was thick and almost unbearable.
"So, I hope we get to meet again before leaving for New York?" Blaine took a step back. He gulped and looked down at his feet.
Kurt, taken aback of the situation and realizing what had almost happened, shifted his foot and swallowed some air. "Uhm, yeah- uh- yeah. Yeah, sure. Of course." Another gasp of air. "Sure, absolutely. Yeah- meet again, of course. I mean. Yeah." His uncontrolled rambling was stopped by a finger against his lips, followed by a soft giggle from Blaine.
"I heard Tina was throwing a party tomorrow night. Wanna go? I mean, you go when you want, and I go when I want, and then we can meet there?"
Kurt was still speechless of his stupidity and rambling, and mentally kicking himself, so all he got out was a shaky nod and a forced smile.
Blaine took his coat from the hanger, and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He opened the door and gave a little shudder when he saw the cold snow still falling from the sky. He turned around to Kurt and gave him a little wave. "Great! See you there. And thanks for today, I really enjoyed it."
Kurt stood in the entrance looking as the smaller man walked down the street, and it had passed several minutes before he realized that it was freezing outside.
The music was loud, and there were several people Blaine had never even met before. The champagne bottles where going around the table, people was cheering and laughing and singing and there was some girl hanging out of the kitchen window probably puking her guts out. He tried to look around for some familiar faces, but the room was too crowded.
"Oh my God! Blaine Warbler?! Really- Blaine Anderson?" a voice from behind him chirped out, getting closer. Blaine turned around, only to look straight at a very familiar face, grinning from ear to ear. "I can't believe it's you, Blaine. What brings you to the neck of the woods? Some magic? Or someone to spend the new years with?"
Blaine gulped. "Sebastian?"
