I'M BACK!
First off, apologies for the long delay. I know this took forever, and for that I am truly sorry. I got writer's block and then found a new show to watch and so my inspiration for this was truly dead. I would have posted an author's note, but I thought it would be rude to give you something that wasn't a real chapter. The only thing that brought me back was your reviews. Which brings me to the second thing!
THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS! I AM TRULY OVERWHELMED! This story hit over a 100 reviews, that is mindblowing for me! Thank you so much! I seriously can't thank you enough! I am so happy you all enjoyed that last chapter so much, it made me feel really bad for making you wait so long for a new chapter.
Thank you to lifeofgurl, Guest, allirefuseandtheeichuse, Becca Colfer, Rose235b, leahmo34, diehardklainer, kiaraevans9, Sarahamanda Klaine, Sofia Michelle, Lasaraleenanons, drumline, Courageous Fucking Unicorns, Bust-my-buttons, and anons: Guest, Hi, samy-samy and J.
Special thanks to Becca Colfer, leahmo34 who just started reading and reviewed every single chapter. Thank you. And also major special thanks to lifeofgurl for reminding me to update this story. I am truly sorry I made you wait this long.
Finally warnings: OOC characters since it's been so long since I've written them, sorry about that, roughly edited work, sorry for spelling or grammar problems you may encounter. And finally blangst, homophobic violence and regular stupidity between our two favourite boys.
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Enjoy!
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happ-"
The singing was cut off with a smack to the head.
"Ow, Kurt! That hurt! I was just trying to wish you a happy birthday!" Blaine pouted.
Kurt groaned as he sat up in his bed, and stared at the man. Blaine had apparently decided the best way to wake him up was by crooning in his ear while hovering over him. The smack to the head and repositioning of Kurt had caused the man to collapse in the teenager's lap.
"I thought we agreed you wouldn't scare me while I was sleeping?"
"I wasn't trying to scare you!"
"Then what do you call that?" Kurt asked, his eyes flashing. True he might be taking things a bit too seriously, but he was still somewhat miffed with the way Blaine had acted last week.
"Trying to wish you a happy birthday! So, happy birthday," Blaine murmured the wish into his ear before pressing a light kiss on his cheek, still not quite sure where to draw the boundary lines.
Kurt sighed and let a small smile grace his face, "It's fine. Thank you. Where are my presents?"
Blaine let out a low whistle, "Straight to business, aren't you?"
"I'm a guy with priorities. Now, presents, give."
Blaine laughed and squeezed Kurt's shoulders, "Get dressed and come downstairs. You'll get your presents then," he said as he jumped off the bed.
"I'm seventeen! I should be able to sleep in as long as I want!" Kurt called after him.
"It's your birthday you should make the most of it, now get dressed. I'm sure your dad wants to see you before he leaves for work. And I'll grab your present," Blaine cast one last wink before closing the door behind him.
"Hey there Birthday Boy!" Blaine greeted as he walked into the kitchen, subtly eyeing the stack of pancakes Kurt had placed in front of him.
"And where have you been?" Kurt asked. His dad had already wished him a happy birthday and headed to the shop; Carole made him pancakes and also left for work. Even Finn decided to go to school early (Kurt was sure the New Directions were planning something for him).
"Sorry I was grabbing your present. Hey where is everybody?"
"They already left, you were taking forever! Now, present?"
"Uh huh, yeah, sure," Blaine answered distractedly, "Are you going to eat all those pancakes?"
Kurt resisted the urge to glare and instead rolled his eyes and pushed the plate away from him before getting up from his seat. He walked over to the older man who turned his gaze onto Kurt when the teenager locked his arms around Blaine's neck.
"Angel, give me present now," Kurt whispered threateningly.
Blaine raised his eyebrows, his hands coming to rest around Kurt's waist, "Well someone's demanding today."
"It's my birthday, I'm allowed to be, don't you think?"
Blaine bit his lip as he stared at Kurt's face and tried not to think about kissing the teenager – the child – in front of him. That would probably be considered all kinds of inappropriate. Blaine cleared his throat before pulling away, leaving a bewildered Kurt behind.
"Right so presents! Take a seat Beautiful," Blaine winked and gestured to the chair. Kurt laughed and did as he was told.
"Close your eyes."
Kurt rolled his eyes but did as he was told, "Honestly Blaine…"
"Hush you, I'm maintaining the element of surprise."
Kurt sat still as he felt Blaine press something into his open hands, he opened his eyes to look down at a book. Not just any book, but a journal. Except it wasn't new, in fact it looked used, worn.
"I don't understand," Kurt said. He glanced up to see that Blaine had settled into the chair next to him looking highly nervous. Blaine sighed and placed a hand on top of Kurt's.
"It's a journal."
"Yes, I got that," Kurt snapped.
Blaine smiled at the boy's impatience, "It's mine. Or at least it was. I used to write in it when I was a teenager. It has all my secrets, everything that I had to deal with when I was your age and…I don't know…I guess I wanted you to have it," Blaine finished rubbing the back of his neck.
"But why…how?"
"It's…you're my best friend, and quite possibly the most important person in my life. If anyone deserves it, it's you. I visited my parents' house the other day when you were out and picked it up, I wanted you to have it. I know it's not new or anything and it's not the new McQueen scarf you wanted but-oof"
Blaine cut off as Kurt collapsed into his arms, wrapping the shorter man in his embrace.
"I love it! I love you! Thank you Angel!"
Blaine slowly wrapped his arms around Kurt, letting himself sink into the happiness of the act.
"Anything for you," the older man replied.
Pulling back, Blaine grinned, "So presents are done, what about cake?"
"Blaine! We have to wait for everyone!"
"Says who? Honestly Kurt, you can't just keep a whole cake in the fridge and not even try and taste it. That's like not looking at your presents before Christmas!"
"I worry about the logic you'll be teaching your children," Kurt deadpanned.
"Quiet you! Children are supposed to do wild and crazy things; it's the point of youth."
"You're acting like you're ancient!"
"Well I'm nearly thirty," Blaine bitterly remarked.
"Not yet, you're not old yet," Kurt replied, getting the feeling that they were discussing something bigger than just ages.
Blaine let out a wry smile as he stroked Kurt's cheek, "I am, or at least I will be soon. Now then cake!"
Kurt stared as Blaine began bustling around in the fridge, "You can't just cut yourself a slice! It's my birthday!"
"Have you no faith in me?" Blaine looked up, positively wounded. Kurt crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow in response. Blaine huffed, "Okay, fine. But, my brother taught me how to do this when I was younger. Nobody will ever know."
Kurt glared in response. Blaine sighed, "Alright, no cake! You win! But come here, at least have some icing."
Blaine held out a finger covered in frosting and gestured for Kurt to have some. The teenager stared before taking the hand in his own and sucking on the finger. He completely missed the widening of Blaine's eyes.
"Good?" Blaine croaked as Kurt returned his hand.
"Yeah, thanks."
"See? I'm always right," Blaine glowed with newfound confidence.
Kurt rolled his eyes and playfully smacked the man's chest before leaning in, "Once in a blue moon doesn't mean 'always' Angel."
Many hours later after Burt and Carole had been forced out the door to watch a late night movie, the New Directions were partying in the Hudmel household. Needless to say, Blaine wasn't enjoying himself.
It wasn't that he didn't like Kurt's friends – he did, they were perfectly nice people – but he'd just rather it be him and Kurt. Just the two of them celebrating together, like the old times. Things used to be so much simpler when Kurt was younger, but then he had to go and grow up and complicate things. With these thoughts swirling in Blaine's mind he made his way to the kitchen. He may not have been allowed to drink (the only reason he hadn't gone to the movie was because Burt wanted a responsible adult to make sure there wasn't any alcohol like last time…Blaine was the only other adult around) but that didn't mean he couldn't eat the cake!
"Oh hello," Blaine said as he walked in on three girls whispering. They suddenly stopped when Blaine walked in. It made the grown up feel like he was a freshman in high school again and all the cheerleaders were spreading rumours about him.
"Sup curly top?" Santana threw back.
Blaine frowned, "Seriously, where do you get these nicknames from?"
Santana shrugged, "I call 'em as I see 'em."
"Right…should I leave? I feel like I walked in on a super-secret meeting or something," Blaine asked weakly gesturing to the door behind him.
Mercedes and Tina shared a look and seemed to come to a decision and Tina opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could come out Santana cut her off.
"Yes you should. Quite frankly every time I look at you I wonder if the Shire is missing a hobbit and I feel like making one of those 'Lost & Found' signs for you."
"I know I should feel insulted, but honestly I'm just happy a teenage girl like you knows what the Shire is."
"You can stay. We were just talking about Kurt, you're his friend, maybe you can help us!" Tina piped up with a slightly dreamy look in her eyes.
Blaine leaned back against the fridge, "Okay, what about Kurt?"
"We want him back at McKinley," Mercedes stepped in.
"And I'm sure he wants to go back too, but Karofsky is still a problem. I don't want him getting hurt, and neither does his dad," Blaine pointed out the obvious.
Santana huffed, "We thought of that already you idiot!"
Blaine simply raised an eyebrow in question, urging the Latina to continue.
She sighed, "What if we had…I don't know, some sort of insurance that made sure Karofsky wouldn't hurt Kurt again?"
Mercedes and Tina stared at her in confusion, but Blaine suddenly understood. Santana knew. Maybe not everything, but she must have known Karofsky was gay.
"You're talking about blackmail," Blaine stated.
"I'm saying Kurt shouldn't have had to leave in the first place and now we have a way for him to come back safely."
"That's not safe. Besides Regionals is coming up, he's competing with the Warblers, he can't just leave them."
"Kurt left us just before Sectionals and competed against us!" Mercedes interjected.
"Circumstances were different then, he had to leave. He doesn't have to leave this time, you just want him to."
"Okay, how much of this is actually concern for Kurt and how much it is you wanting him to be a part of you Alma Mater?" Santana questioned.
Blaine saw red. How dare they question his concern for Kurt?
"Having him go to Dalton has nothing to do with my choice. I want him safe, McKinley isn't safe. Not with Karofsky around," Blaine stated with gritted teeth.
"Well to be fair, you're always in New York all the time, how do you know what's best for Kurt?" Tina timidly asked.
Blaine stepped back in surprise, composing himself he answered, "I may not be around physically that much, but don't forget I knew him before you. You only became his friends in high school; I've known him since he was a kid. You weren't there for him, I've always been around."
Stalemate. Neither side tried to break it.
Not that it mattered because Kurt chose to walk in right that second.
"Hey, what's happening? It's my birthday party and I don't have my best girls or my best friend with me!" Kurt announced as he gazed suspiciously at all of them.
Blaine turned to look at the teenager, "Actually, I'm not feeling too good right now. I think I'm going to bed. You guys have fun, it's not like you want an adult around anyways."
"I – alright are you sure?"
"Positive," Blaine gave the birthday boy a quick peck on the cheek before heading up the stairs.
"Okay, what was all that about?" Kurt turned on the girls.
Santana kept her arms crossed as she glared at the doorway Blaine had just exited, "Nothing," she answered, "Come on, we have a party to get back to."
And so the crowd dispersed.
"Hey, wake up. I need to go to bed Angel."
Blaine groaned as he opened his eyes, squinting in the light. He shifted himself to find Kurt looking down on him, a hand stroking Blaine's cheek.
"Hi," Blaine answered dumbly.
"Hi there."
"Party over?"
"Mm hmm, it's a school night and besides Dad and Carole came back so we had to end it."
"Oh okay," Blaine said as he stretched. Kurt tried not to stare how his shirt rode up as he did so.
Kurt cleared his throat, "So, what was that between you and the girls earlier?"
"What?"
"The kitchen? And don't say 'nothing' you know I hate it when you try to lie to me."
"It's not like it ever works anyways," Blaine pouted.
"Which is exactly why you should give the truth to me straight."
Blaine stayed silent, choosing his words carefully, "We just had a disagreement…on whether or not you should be going back to McKinley or not."
"Oh…what did you say?"
"No," Blaine looked at the teenager's crest-fallen expression and quickly backtracked, "But only because I want you to be safe. I just don't think you'd be safe with Karofsky lurking with every corner you turn."
"No, I know. You're right, I guess."
"But?" Blaine could sense there was more to this than Kurt was letting on.
"But, you don't own me. You don't get to decide what I do, that's up to me."
Blaine smiled at Kurt's stubborn independence before pulling the boy into his arms, "I know, I swear I do."
"Okay then."
Kurt stayed there, listening to Blaine's heart beat in the otherwise silent room. It shouldn't have been this comfortable, not with everything they'd been through. But that was Blaine, he always made Kurt feel safe somehow.
"Hey, I thought you said you were going to bed?" Blaine murmured from above.
"I would but someone was in my bed. Besides, I could fall asleep right here, that's really distracting," Kurt referred to the circles Blaine was currently rubbing onto his back. He could feel the vibrations as his angel chuckled softly.
"I probably should leave," Blaine uttered softly, more to himself than Kurt.
"You could, but we both like this better so, why not?" Kurt brought himself up to look down on Blaine's face.
"Because you're underage and your dad would murder me if he found me in your bed again?"
"And yet here you are," Kurt threw back.
"Here I am," Blaine mumbled, "You're going to hurt your neck if you keep doing that."
Kurt looked down, the position he was in was rather awkward. Before he could talk himself out of it he swung a leg over Blaine's waist so that he was effectively straddling the man…again.
"There, all better," Kurt said as he ran his hands down Blaine's shirt.
"Uh huh," Blaine choked out as he brought his hands to Kurt's thighs to keep him steady.
Kurt continued to play with the man's shirt, his fingers beginning to curl around the bottom of the garment when suddenly Blaine's hands grabbed his own, pulling them away.
"No," Blaine said. Kurt would have thought the man was angry if it weren't for the smile on his face.
"I should get to bed," Blaine announced as he began to sit up, an arm around Kurt's lower back to keep the teenager steady as he was.
"I thought we agreed you were sleeping with me tonight?"
Blaine raised an eyebrow, "You proposed, I declined. Underage Mr. Hummel."
"I'm seventeen. Besides, age of consent is sixteen in Ohio," Kurt smirked in response.
"Mmm tempting," Blaine murmured into Kurt's ear, appreciating how he arched his back just a bit, "But no."
Blaine flipped them over so he was on top of Kurt.
"Doesn't count for your dad, so unfortunately, it doesn't count for me. Sorry."
"Tease!" Kurt called out as Blaine rolled off the bed.
"That's why you love me Sweetheart," Blaine offered a condolence kiss on the cheek.
Interlude: The Phone Calls
"Hey, are you all settled in?"
"Yeah, just finished unpacking," Blaine answered, "So, what news do you have considering it's been only a day since I left?"
"I will have you know that my life is filled with plenty of important events!"
"Kurt, we've talked about this. Not every sale at Columbus is life-changing."
"Clearly you haven't been shopping correctly then."
"Clearly," Blaine laughed in response.
"No, but really. The girls are completely amazed that I managed to get them autographs from Lady Gaga. They were super excited, which is good since they couldn't go themselves."
"Yeah, but we still had fun together, right?"
"Lots of fun Angel, especially when you got me backstage tickets to meet her!"
"I knew that was the reason!"
"No but seriously," Kurt started once he had stopped laughing, "Why didn't you tell me you were that famous in the music world?"
"I didn't realize I made such an impression on her. I only met her like once or twice before; honestly I was just happy she gave me tickets. How was I supposed to know she kept backstage passes aside for me?"
"You always make an impression on people. Everybody loves you Blaine."
"Especially you, right?"
"Exactly! I just wish I didn't make such an idiot of myself!"
"Oh come on! She thought you were adorable, bowing down and calling her 'your majesty'" even as Blaine said it he could stop from laughing as he recalled the night's events.
"Blaine, stop! It's not funny!"
"Yes, yes it was. Don't try and deny it!"
"Maybe for you," Kurt grumbled.
"Oh don't worry about it. When I met Katy Perry I told her I had plans on marrying her someday…then I had to explain I was gay. But she still promised that if we were ever in Vegas together that we could totally get hitched!"
"And I'm assuming you took her up on that offer?" Kurt deadpanned.
"Of course I did. You don't get a chance like that everyday Kurt!"
"Unless you're you."
"Unless you're me," Blaine agreed.
"Hey Beautiful, what's up?"
"Hey Angel."
"Hey, what's wrong? You sound upset," Blaine replied.
"Hmm, no, no, nothing's wrong. I just have some news, and I don't know how you're going to take it."
"Well, how about you tell me and I'll react in an appropriate way?"
"Really?" Kurt asked cheekily.
"Brat! Okay, semi-appropriately, that good enough for you?"
"The Warblers lost Regionals."
"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry. Did the New Directions win?"
"Yes."
"Well, at least you're friends got a win," Blaine soothed, "Wait, why would I be mad about that?"
"That wasn't my news."
"Then what was it?"
"Dad and I had a meeting with Principal Figgins the other day," Kurt started.
"Kurt," Blaine could already see where this was heading.
"I'm going back to McKinley Angel, and I would really like it if you were happy and supportive about this."
"And I want to be, I just don't think you're safe there. You know I wouldn't have a problem with it if it weren't for Karofsky."
"Well you don't have to worry about him, neither do I. Santana is blackmailing him and he wants to stay in the closet so he's going to behave. They formed some kind of anti-bully league, we'll see how that works out."
"But still," Blaine tried to complain.
"But nothing. My friends are at McKinley, Karofsky isn't a threat anymore and even my friends at Dalton are happy for me. I just want you to be," Kurt's voice softened at the end, a slight pleading in his tone.
"Of course I'm happy for you! I want you to be safe though."
"I am safe!" Kurt snapped. Seeing that this wasn't getting into Blaine's thick skull he decided to try another argument, "Besides, this means I get to be a part of New Directions again…and nationals are in New York."
"New York?" Blaine squeaked out.
"Mm hmm."
"You're coming to New York," Blaine repeated as he processed this new information in his head.
"Yes Angel," Kurt laughed, "And I expect a full tour – the works!"
Blaine laughed excitedly, "Yes, of course! Anything for you! You're coming to New York."
"Only if I go back to McKinley, which I don't feel right about unless I have your blessing."
Blaine stayed silent for a couple of minutes as he debated in his head.
Finally he sighed, "Well who am I to argue with your happiness?"
Kurt squealed with happiness.
"Hey Burt, what's up?"
"Hey Kiddo, you busy? Did I call at a bad time?"
"No, this is actually a good time. I was just making myself some dinner – ow, that's hot!" Blaine shrieked.
Burt laughed, "What're you making?"
"Lasagna."
"Fancy, you having company over?"
Blaine laughed, "No just me. A nice night it, the wonderful lonely life of a bachelor…maybe I should get a dog…anyways, it's one of the few dishes I can cook; I'm no Kurt Hummel"
"Yeah he can cook, but it's not like I get anything good to eat."
"Healthy food won't kill you Burt!"
"Yes it will, I'm sure of it," Burt waited until Blaine's laughter died down before speaking again, "So anyways, talking about Kurt-"
"What happened?" Blaine asked sharply.
"Sheesh, calm down Anderson. Honestly, you always jump to the worst conclusion whenever I bring him up."
"Oh and like you don't?"
"I'm his father, it's my job to worry about him."
"Yeah and I'm his…angel. Never mind that, what's going on."
"Nothing much, it's just that McKinley's holding a Junior Prom-"
"And Kurt wants to go," Blaine finished.
"More like has to go," Burt corrected, "Figgins is cheap and has the Glee Club performing at prom."
"Well that sucks, why are you telling me this?"
"It's just, I was thinking about what happened to you at that dance…"
"And you're worried for Kurt's safety," Blaine finished the sentence, "You know, that happened a long time ago. I'm sure things have changed since then."
"Doesn't stop me from being scared that my kid's going to be hurt. Can you promise me that nothing bad will happen?"
"No," Blaine answered quietly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to go off on you like that."
"I know, it's not your fault. You're his father, of course you're going to be worried."
"So what am I supposed to do about all this?"
"You know, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have all the answers," Blaine laughed slightly.
"Yeah, but you got more than I do right about now."
"We be there for him, that's just about all we can do."
"We?"
"Of course, this is milestone for a lot of reasons. I'm not going to let him face this alone. I'm booking a plane ticket right now."
"Thanks Blaine."
Prom Time
"Dude, wait I thought you left. Did you just like hide out in the attic or something?"
Blaine stared blankly at Finn as he teenager finished his question.
"Honestly Finn," Kurt huffed as he followed his step-brother into the living room where his dad and Blaine were currently seated, "He did leave! He just came back because – wait, what are you doing here?"
"Well hello to you too! It nice to know that I've been missed. I'm really feeling the love here!" Blaine replied.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry. Let me try again: Hi Blaine, it's wonderful to see you! I missed you so much. Now what the hell are you doing here?"
"Better," Blaine mused, "And I'm here for business. Burt offered to let me stay while I'm here. It's only for a couple of days then it's back to New York."
"Okay then, why didn't you tell me?"
"Since when do I have to tell you everything?" Blaine shot back.
"Since always, especially when you're going to be taking over my room."
"Uh no I'm not," Blaine sassed, "I fully intend on staying in the guest room this time, thank you very much!"
The Hudmel men shared a look with each other.
Blaine sighed, "Okay, what'd I miss?"
"It was Finn's fault," Kurt sold out.
"Dude! It was an accident! It could have happened to anybody!" Finn defended himself.
"And yet it happened with you," Kurt argued.
"Okay seriously what happened," Blaine turned to Burt hoping to nip the fight in the bud.
Burt simply drank the coffee in his hand waiting for his boys to explain.
"Finn decided to use the guest bathroom-" Kurt started
"Only because you were taking forever!" Finn interrupted.
Kurt shot his brother a glare, "Anyways, Finn used the bathroom and it somehow sprung a leak. God knows how, but anyways, the guest room is currently off limits until we can get someone to fix the place up."
"Well then, that's just great then," Blaine slumped back in his seat dejectedly.
"Sorry Kiddo," Burt spoke up.
"You couldn't have told me about this before so I could have gotten a hotel room or something?" Blaine demanded.
Burt shrugged, "Must have slipped my mind."
Meanwhile Kurt beamed, "Come on then Roomie."
Blaine smiled and grabbed the teenager's outstretched hand and pulled himself up.
"Finn, bring the bags upstairs!" Kurt ordered as he dragged his angel out of the room.
"So are you going to be a chaperone at Prom or something? Since you're here and all."
Blaine glanced at Finn who was seated beside him. The man grabbed another handful of popcorn before turning back to the TV and answering, "I wasn't planning on it. School dances aren't really my thing."
"That sucks. Would've been nice to have an actual cool adult at the dance."
Blaine pressed his lips together to keep himself from smiling (no one would ever know that he was doing a happy dance inside because Finn thought he was cool). Just then, the front door opened and Burt walked in.
"Hey boys-" Burt greeted.
"I'm an adult!" Blaine interrupted huffily.
"Sure you are," Burt chuckled, "Where's Carole?"
"Mom's working the nightshift, remember?"
"Oh right. So Finn, got your tuxedo ready for Prom?" Burt questioned. What he really wanted to ask was which girl he was taking – he could never keep them straight in his head.
"I remember my Prom, I wore a powder blue suit, I think I still have the pictures!" Burt reminisced.
"I went for the sleek, classic black look at mine," Blaine added.
"Dude, they had Prom at an all-boys school?" Finn questioned.
"Of course," Blaine answered confusedly, "It was a joint Prom with our sister school, so it worked nicely."
"Well my Prom outfit is most definitely ready!"
Blaine looked up to see Kurt had entered the room, in a kilt no less.
"Dude, that's awesome! You look like a gay brave-heart!" Finn complimented. Kurt beamed.
"What do you think Dad?" Kurt turned to his father who was seated in the chair opposite to the couch.
"I don't like it," Burt stated. Kurt's smiled fell. Burt continued, "It looks like you're trying to get attention. Stir up the pot a bit."
"That's the point Dad!" Kurt explained exasperatedly, "If I have to go to this stupid Prom I might as well dress up a bit! That's why they have the pretty dresses for the girls and the top hats and tuxedos with tails for the boys. Blaine, explain!"
Kurt whirled around to face his angel. Blaine looked up from not so subtly checking Kurt's ass out to the flashing anger in Kurt's eyes.
"I – umm," Blaine quieted noticing Kurt's murderous expression, "I agree with your Dad. This is Ohio, people are ignorant, nobody would understand the fashion statement you're trying to make-"
"I can't believe I'm hearing this!" Kurt huffed.
"I'm trying to look out for you!" Blaine argued.
"Well here's an idea, stop! I'm plenty old enough to look after myself! Besides, it's my Prom, I'll wear whatever the hell I want!" Kurt threw back before marching out of the room.
Blaine sighed, how did he always manage to screw this up? He looked up to see Burt's pleading eyes at him.
"No."
"Oh come on Blaine, he doesn't want his dad right now."
"Burt, no! It's not like he wants me either, did you see what just happened? He doesn't want to talk to me!"
Blaine and Burt got locked in a staring contest, both of them at a stalemate. Then Blaine blinked and sighed as he got up.
"You so owe me for this! And I'm winning!" Blaine yelled as he followed after Kurt.
Blaine knocked on the open door before crossing the threshold. Kurt had already changed out of his Prom outfit and into some comfortable clothes…that looked very familiar.
"You didn't come here for business, did you?" Kurt asked before Blaine could get a single word out.
"No, I didn't," Blaine answered after a few beats.
"You came here for me."
"Yes."
Kurt nodded to himself, "Why?"
"I wanted to look out for you. You're a gay teenager going to Prom in the middle of conservative Ohio. Forgive me for being worried."
"What is the worst that could happen?" Kurt's eyes flashed with anger.
"Don't say that! You have no idea what could go wrong. Trust me," Blaine threw back angrily.
"And you do?" Kurt asked viciously.
"I'd say so!"
"Well then what? Trust you? You hardly ever tell me anything! You want me to be safe, you say you have firsthand experience, but you never tell me anything!"
"You don't want to know," Blaine started, he didn't want to say.
"Yes I do. What was so bad that made you leave public school? I know something happened."
"Kurt," Blaine was close to begging.
Kurt shook his head resolutely, "No, tell me. Tell me now why I shouldn't go to Prom."
Blaine silently looked into Kurt's hard stare, he was unwilling. The older man sighed and shut the door behind him.
"Blaine?" Kurt questioned quietly. He wasn't expecting this.
"You know you've never seen me shirtless? There's a reason for that. Not just because of the age difference and all that, but an actual reason. I don't like taking it off," Blaine started as he undid the buttons of his shirt.
He looked up to meet Kurt's eyes as he continued, "Back when I was a freshman in high school, I had a friend, Josh. He was my best friend. He was cute, sweet, funny and very, very straight. But me being me, I decided to come out to him and tell him I had a crush on him."
"Angel," Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to hear how this story went.
"He punched me in the face, called me a faggot and told me to go burn in hell. Then Monday came and the whole entire school knew. All of a sudden I was tormented by people I thought were my friends. It wasn't all bad though. I met Parker. He was the only other gay kid in the school. He became my best friend and my gay mentor in a way. It's not hard to imagine why I fell for him too."
Kurt's stomach turned. He didn't know if it was because of Blaine's forlorn face or the mentions of his former lovers.
"It wasn't anything big, just a crush. But there was a Sadie Hawkins dance, we decided to go together. We didn't even dance, not really. We just stood around and talked. Then we went out waiting for his dad to pick us up and…these three guys. They…they beat the crap out of us. I woke up in the hospital two weeks later with Cooper by my side. I had broken ribs, an arm, even a leg. They had taken a knife to Parker. He survived, but…and the worst part was that Josh was the one that started it all. It was him and two guys on the football team that hit us."
Blaine looked at the wall opposite him, his eyes shining with tears. He was shaken out his memories when he felt a cool touch on his abdomen. Right, he had been taking off his shirt.
"Oh God, they did that to you?" Kurt breathed as he stared at the scar that sliced down across Blaine's lower torso. Stiffly the man nodded his head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-" Kurt got cut off.
"I know, because I never told you. I don't want the same thing happening to you. Do you understand why I'm so protective over you now?"
Kurt nodded, his hand reaching out on its own. Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt's fingertips fluttered over his stomach, lightly tracing the marred skin. Blaine took his hand and placed it flat against his abs, relishing in the cool touch.
"I still think you're beautiful," Kurt whispered into the tense air between them. Blaine's mind stuttered. No one had ever called him beautiful before. Hot, sexy, other cheesy compliments, but never beautiful.
Blaine's arm came around to Kurt's lower back, pulling the teenager flush against his own body – his hand trapped in the middle of it all.
Leaning up, he whispered, "You know you're wearing my clothes."
Kurt's eyes widened as he took in his t-shirt and sweatpants.
"I suppose that's why the pants are so short on me," Kurt remarked.
"Such a brat," Blaine sassed as he pinched Kurt's side.
"That's you love me," Kurt said throwing his arms around Blaine's neck.
"That's not the only reason," Blaine argued. Kurt smiled happily in the comfort of his angel's arms.
"You know I'm still going to wear my kilt, right?" Kurt broke the silence.
Blaine sighed, "I figured. You Hummel's are so damn stubborn."
"You couldn't face your demons, but I still have to face mine. For you and me."
"You are so much braver than I ever was," Blaine said as he touched his forehead to Kurt's.
"You are not a coward and you didn't run away," Kurt said with no room for argument, "You were nearly killed, and you are so, so brave. My angel, my brave, perfect angel."
Blaine just held him tighter.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help?"
"For the hundredth time Burt, no. I've got this under control. You and Carole go deal with Finn, I've got Kurt. Good night now."
Blaine grabbed the mugs of warm milk and headed out of the kitchen. The Hudmel parents and Blaine had been up all night waiting for the boys to get home, desperate to know everything had gone alright. And it had, for the most part.
If you forgot about Finn getting kicked out of Prom and Kurt getting voted Prom Queen.
So now, the parents were lecturing Finn, and Blaine was comforting Kurt. Blaine made his way up the stairs and opened the door with his foot and found Kurt sitting on the bed with a pillow curled in his arms.
"If you needed help I could have opened the door or something," Kurt said monotonously.
"I'm fine," Blaine placed the tray on the dresser in the corner, "You're wearing my clothes again," Blaine observed.
"They're really comfy, I'm thinking of keeping them."
"Well, I for one think they are very flattering on you," Blaine complimented.
"Everything is flattering on me," Kurt replied haughtily.
"Indeed," Blaine chuckled as he took a seat on the bed across from Kurt, waiting patiently for him to start talking.
"High school sucks Angel," Kurt said flatly.
"Yeah, it really does."
"I actually thought they changed, that something in that school had changed. But instead of being rude to my face they went behind my back and…"
Blaine gathered the nearly crying Kurt into his arms and clutched him tightly.
"I know Baby, I know. But you know what? You are so much better than them. You went out on that stage and you proved them all wrong, nobody pushes the Hummels around. You showed them that, and I am so, so proud of you."
Kurt let out a shuddering breath, "I didn't even get a proper slow dance. It was my prom night and I didn't even get a proper dance. It was the royal dance and then Karofsky walked out, so Rachel and the rest of the girls started dancing with me. But I didn't get a proper slow dance with a boy," Kurt said, his breath hot against the crook of Blaine's neck as his fingers curled tightly against the fabric of the man's shirt.
"Now that is just unacceptable!" Blaine stood up abruptly and faced Kurt, "May I have this dance?" he asked as he held out a hand.
"You can't be serious," Kurt said, tears gone from his eyes as he just stared at his delusional angel.
"Look at my face, I am very serious. Come on, it's your Prom night, have a proper dance with me."
"There's no music!" Kurt complained even as he let Blaine drag him go his feet and into the man's arms.
Blaine began humming as he swayed with Kurt. The teenager laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Any requests my fine sir?" Blaine asked, desperate to keep the smile on Kurt's face.
"Teenage Dream," Kurt said without missing a beat. Blaine raised an eyebrow in surprise. Kurt blushed in response and explained, "I loved it when you sang it with the Warblers."
"As you wish," Blaine whispered as he began a slower version of the pop hit.
Kurt laughed lightly as he was spun around, finally enjoying himself in the night. He could feel the spark of happiness come alive as he danced with Blaine. Nothing could hurt him as long as he stayed in his angel's arms. Honestly, how was he supposed to stop himself from falling even more in love with Blaine when the man kept treating him like this.
Kurt stilled.
In love with Blaine.
He was in love with Blaine. This was new. Or maybe it wasn't and he just started noticing now, but there was no more denying what he felt for the older man, Kurt was in love with him.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine broke him out of his reverie. He was worried when Kurt suddenly stopped in their dancing.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong," Kurt said breathlessly as he looked at Blaine like it was the first time he ever saw the man. Blaine looked back suspiciously.
"Stay with me tonight," Kurt blurted out.
"Of course Kurt, whatever you want," Blaine immediately agreed.
"No, I mean, stay with me in my bed tonight."
"Kurt…"
"One night Blaine, that's all I'm asking for. Just one night. Please."
"Okay, alright. One night, and that's it."
"Thank you," Kurt kissed his cheek.
"The things I do for you Kurt Hummel. You'll be the death of me, I swear."
Half an hour later the two were curled up into bed. Blaine rubbed light circles into Kurt's hip as Kurt's hand wandered underneath Blaine's shirt, tracing the scar.
"Lie down on your back," Kurt breathed. Blaine looked confusedly, "There's something I want to do. Please."
Blaine stared wearily in the dark but did as he was told. Slowly, Kurt hovered above him and lifted them man's shirt up, inch by inch. He brought his lips down to the blemished skin on Blaine's torso, slowly moving his lips along the broken skin.
"Kurt," Blaine all but groaned softly as his hands clenched the sheets by his side. Kurt pressed down kisses and heard Blaine gasp in surprise above him. No wonder Blaine loved winding up Kurt so much, it was nice to have the upper hand sometimes.
Once he was satisfied with Blaine's reaction Kurt smoothed the shirt down before curling himself into Blaine's side, his head laying on the angel's chest. Once Kurt stopped Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Good night Angel," Kurt whispered before kissing Blaine's collarbone.
"Night," Blaine managed to say.
"I love you," Kurt whispered into the darkness.
"Love you too," came the sleepy reply.
Not in the way I want you to Kurt thought miserably as he clung closer to Blaine's side.
Nationals
"Guess who!"
Kurt grabbed the hands that covered his eyes and spun around.
"Angel!" Kurt fell into the man's embrace.
"I can't believe you're actually here!" Blaine said as he squeezed Kurt tight, "I wish we had more time."
"I know, me too, but I promised Mr. Schue only a couple of hours. He's only letting me go because my dad said it was alright and you're an adult. I don't think he wants to let us out after we spent the last few days exploring ourselves."
"But I wanted to give you the grand tour," Blaine pouted.
Kurt rolled his eyes as he linked arms with Blaine, "You can still show me some stuff. Like your apartment for one."
Blaine's eyes lit up, "I can definitely do that!"
Kurt laughed as he was led out of the hotel they had been staying at.
"So how did you guys do?" Blaine made small talk as they walked down the street of New York. Blaine loved seeing the awed look on Kurt's face, it was what he looked like when he had first moved here.
"We got twelfth place. You should have seen Santana last night, she was having a go at Rachel because of the kiss she and Finn pulled on stage."
"Wow, I understand passion, but onstage is not the place for PDA."
"I know right? Anyways, so then nobody wanted to talk to Finn or Rachel. Everyone blames them for ruining our chances for not winning."
"You guys had a good chance with original songs and everything. But how come you don't seem upset by any of this?" Blaine asked.
Kurt's eyes were filled with joy, "How can I be? We made it to nationals, I rode on a plane for the first time. I had breakfast at Tiffany's. I'm in New York Blaine! And with you! This has been my dream since I was a kid!"
Blaine laughed, "You are truly one of a kind Kurt Hummel. Absolutely amazing."
"Here we are home sweet home. You want some coffee? I'm dying for some, I'll make you a cup too," Blaine said as he entered his apartment and made his way to the small kitchen.
"I'd say something about being addicted, but…" Kurt replied.
"Hey!"
"I like it. I've never actually imagined what your place would look like, but this is nice. I approve."
"Why thank you Mr. Hummel," Blaine came around and leaned against the wall watching as Kurt took in everything, "Sorry I could only take you here, not much of a tour."
Kurt turned to look at Blaine who was leaning against the wall playing with a dish towel in his hands. He decided to have some fun with the music producer, "I don't know. Could be a proper tour, if you showed me where the bedroom was."
Blaine raised an eyebrow, "You could buy me dinner first. I'm not that easy," he flirted back.
"You're already making us coffee," Kurt shot as he sat on the arm of the sofa.
Blaine laughed and held up his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay you win." He came close and grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling them both onto the couch, Kurt on top of him.
"But seriously though, next time you come I'll give you a proper tour. Filled with all the tourist spots and my own personal favourites," Blaine said as wrapped his arms around Kurt.
Kurt lifted himself up onto his elbows, "What makes you think I'm coming back? What if I secretly hated it and wanted to move to California or something?"
"Liar, you love it here. You were made for New York, we both know it. Everyone here is just waiting for Kurt Hummel to come here and make a name for himself."
"You sound so sure of yourself."
"Of course I'm sure. I can't have you running to California and meeting my older brother. You'd never come back to me!"
Kurt smacked Blaine's chest.
"Ow! No, but seriously. You're amazing, and you're going to fit right in. You weren't made for a small town life, you were made for right here in the city. You're going to take the world by storm, and I want to be right by your side while you do it. You're fearless and determined to get what you want, it's one of the many things I love about you."
Looking back on it, this would be the words that brought everything to that breaking point. Because Kurt Hummel did get what he wanted, and he wanted Blaine. He had kept quiet, reeled back a bit after his epiphany, but he couldn't bottle it up anymore. Which would probably explain his response.
"You always know exactly what to say," Kurt murmured as he stroked Blaine's cheek, "It only makes me fall even more in love with you."
And before he could think twice about it, Kurt leaned down and pressed his lips against Blaine's.
Yay cliffhanger! Does that count?
Credit:
Anon J: Gave me the idea for there being a leak in the guest room
kiaraevans9: Gave me the idea to make it all Finn's fault
Lasaraleen: Wanted "Blaine to mention to ND that they weren't always there for him, but he was" I hope you enjoyed that scene
Sofia Michelle: Gave the idea to have Kurt meet Lady Gaga as a birthday present (though it happened off-screen on here)
LivingThroughFables: Gave me the idea to have Blaine give a journal as a birthday present – thank you so much for that!
That's all I can think of right now, please let me know if I missed giving you credit. It's been a while and I don't have the energy anymore to look through all the reviews, I'm sorry. Thank you for all your ideas and input.
Poll: What do you want to happen between Kurt and Blaine. I mean scene wise.
The next chapter is honestly going to be mainly filler, and it will only be long if you give me stuff you want to see happen between them. Go out to dinner, see a movie, ect. It's all going to take place during summer vacation if that helps. But I have no clue what to put in there.
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