Here we go...the next chapter! I hope you enjoy reading it, as I enjoyed writing it. Although my time to write is short, it's much cherished!
"Wham!, The Spice Girls, and Roxy Music?" Kurt said, flipping through Blaine's CD collection. The two of them were sitting on the couch in Blaine's apartment, trying to pick something to listen to. "You really are gay," he said, giving Blaine a wry smile.
This was how Kurt liked Blaine best. He was wearing loose fitting jeans and his coziest sweatshirt. His hair was gel free and curls spilled out of his hood and onto his forehead. His back was leaning against the arm rest of the couch and his feet were tucked under where the two cushions met in the middle. His face was open and happy, and sporting a Saturday's worth of stubble. He was wearing his Rivers Cuomo glasses...even if Blaine insisted that they were really Buddy Holly glasses. To Kurt, he was beautiful.
"What are you saying," Blaine asked with a look of mock affronting on his face. "Are you suggesting that George Michael, the front man for Wham!, is gay? Surely you jest!" he said, placing his hand on his heart dramatically, and the two of them dissolved into a fit of giggles. "Say what you want about the other two," Blaine said, finally calming down enough to start talking again, "but Brian Ferry is a musical genius."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I can't have this conversation again. How about for your birthday, I'll build you a time machine and you can go back in time to give him a high five."
"Don't tease me," Blaine said nudging Kurt's leg with his foot. "I'll get my hopes up."
Kurt grabbed on to one of Blaine's socked feet and tickled the underside until Blaine was once again lost in a fit of laughter and gasping for mercy, "that's what you get for poking me with your stinky feet," Kurt said, finally letter him go, and putting the CD binder on the coffee table so he could sit more comfortably. "Anyway, if you love those groups so much, how come you never sing them on the show?"
Blaine shrugged, "I've thought about it," he started, "but I don't think they really want to hear my ideas. I'm basically just a human juke box to them. Occasionally I get them to let me sing an indie song, but I think the Spice Girls would be too much. I doubt they want me to sing girl songs."
Kurt gave him a sympathetic look, but he found that it was best to just let Blaine talk in these situations. Opening up about his feelings doesn't come easy to him, and though he was getting more used to being able to talk to Kurt about it, it still took some finesse. "One day it will be different. It has to be," he finally said.
"I hope so," Blaine replied, leaning his head onto the back of the couch. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up the pretense. It's exhausting."
Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and they exchanged a small smile. They were quiet for a while. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but they both knew the other needed a minute to process. Finally Kurt broke the silence, "you know if you ever do the Spice Girls, talk to Unique about it. She does a mean Baby Spice."
After that afternoon at the diner, Blaine and I became fast friends. It was a little nuts. We went from acquaintances to practically inseparable in a matter of weeks. I think that if I was looking at it from the outside, I might have thought that it was strange, how quickly we became close. But, we both filled a void in each other's live's that was so desperately empty. I think it might be what people mean when they talk about love at first sight in real life. It wasn't the fairy tale feeling of immediately falling desperately in love, but the moment I stopped denying it to myself and allowed us to become friends, I knew that he would be special to me for the rest of my life.
Again, we weren't...dating, per say, but it sort of felt like that. We ended up at each other's apartments on weekends more often than not, and sometimes during the week we would order take-out and eat it in Blaine's dressing room after everyone had already gone home for the night. Things didn't start to really turn into something, however, until the first time I had to dress Blaine for an event.
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Kurt was showing Blaine a few rough sketches of what he wanted Blaine to wear to his next red carpet. "I thought if you wear the green tie, you could compliment Rachel's dress without being two matchy-matchy," he explained, laying out a few fabric swatches next to his sketch pad. "It will go nicely with your eyes as well," he mused.
"It looks gorgeous," Blaine said honestly, "but you don't have to go through the trouble of making me a suit from scratch, Kurt," he added, patting his knee and reaching for the half eaten carton of Chinese food. Kurt couldn't help but think that they way he was slurping up his noodles was practically obscene.
"I don't mind," Kurt said with a shrug, "and it's certainly not a totally selfless act. It will mean a lot for me when the reporter asks you what you're wearing and you say it's a 'Kurt Hummel Original'."
Blaine made a noise of understanding before taking another bite of food, "I'll be proud to wear it," he said. "I...maybe one day you'll be standing next to me and we'll both be wearing Kurt Hummel Originals."
Kurt chuckled, picked up his own food, and leaned back onto the couch, "that's a very sweet offer, but I think I'm more of a behind the scenes kind of guy. I can't picture myself being one of those stylists who shadows people, fussing over every detail on the carpet," he said taking an ridiculously huge bite of his egg roll and chewing with his cheeks puffed up to hold everything in. Blaine was a bit of a fussbudget when it came to food, but he thought that Kurt's 'all in' approach was adorable.
"I...that's not what I meant," Blaine said, putting his carton back on the table and turning to face Kurt. If he was going to say this, he was going to say it right. "I meant that one day I want you to be there as like...my date," he explained, and if he wasn't so nervous for the other man's response, he might have laughed at the almost cartoonish way Kurt swallowed down the bite he had just taken.
"I...I think I'd like that," Kurt said quietly.
And just like that, we had our first kiss...well second if you count the time I kissed his head when he first came out, but this was the first one that really counted. I was a bit horrified at the time that Blaine had no respect for the fact that I probably had onion breath, or that he couldn't let me put my egg roll down first, but it was worth it for the feeling of his warm dry lips pressed to mine. It was short and chaste, but I think we both knew that it was the beginning of something big, perhaps even bigger than the two of us.
Blaine pulled away after a moment with a soft smack, and the two men sat their for a minute just taking each other in, "you just kissed me," Kurt said dumbly.
"Yeah," Blaine said, his hands fidgeting on his lap.
"I'm still holding my egg roll," Kurt added, expression still wide-eyed.
Blaine didn't answer. Instead he took the food from Kurt's hands, placed it on the table, and swiftly leaned in for more kisses—a lot more kisses.
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Blaine blinked awake early the next morning to the light streaming in through his dressing room window. He smiled to himself when he remembered why he was pleasantly warm and slotted his fingers through the hands that were curled around his waist.
Blaine had kissed a few boys before, but each experience was clouded by a shroud of alcohol that contrasted drastically with the sharp clarity of the previous night—the feel of Kurt's lips on his; the way his hands felt on his waist, his cheek, and running through his hair; and the relief of finally getting things out in the open. They still had a lot to talk about, but the important thing was made clear: Kurt and Blaine were in no way, and probably had never been, just friends.
The whole thing had been surprisingly uncomplicated considering the complications that inevitably lay ahead for the two of them. They had made out on the couch, eventually becoming horizontal, until by mutual agreement they had slowed and settled into a tight cuddle. After that it only took minutes for the two of them to fall asleep, exhausted from a long day of work. But now, with the light of day upon them, a million thing were rushing through Blaine's mind. The top of the list was the currently extremely small list of people who knew the he was gay combined with his pressing need to scream from the roof tops that he was falling hard for Kurt Hummel...maybe he had already fell.
For better or for worse though, that list was about to get one person longer.