Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything pertaining to Glee except my own original ideas. I do not own the title of this chapter–Saturday Night At the Movies by the Drifters. I do not own any of the movies mentioned in this chapter. All rights go to their respective owners.
A/N: I know this probably sucks, okay, and I'm sorry. I know the vague direction in which I really want to go with this but I'm losing my mind with everything else I'm trying to do on top of it. So bear with me. I'm getting there. And don't be surprised if you come back to this story and see this deleted or SUPER edited. Thanks a lot, y'all.
Kurt slid the door open and both men entered as he sighed. "Alright," he said, "the discs are in that ottoman." Blaine gave him a questioning look and Kurt laughed. "The top lifts to hold whatever we can't fit elsewhere. I like to keep this place looking neat." He went about hanging up their jackets and scarves as Blaine went to kneel before the piece of furniture in his quest for a movie.
"Rent?"
"Love it, but pass," Kurt said. He had walked over and was now sitting on the couch while Blaine searched. "Just watched it on Monday with my friends."
"The Wizard of Oz?"
"Too close to Wicked," Kurt turned down. "Rachel refuses to let me watch it with anyone besides her."
All of a sudden, Blaine let out a gasp. He removed a movie from the ottoman space and held it up in both hands as though it were a treasure. "You have Moulin Rouge!?" Kurt looked at him like he believed Blaine were crazy.
"Are you kidding?" he demanded. "Of course I have it. Moulin Rouge! is on my list of top favorite movies of all time. Masterpiece."
"This movie made my childhood worth living," Blaine agreed heartily. He stood and sat beside Kurt. "We have to watch it."
"No arguing from me. I'll get my laptop; it's just in my room." Kurt, grinning, stood and hurried to throw back the sheet that blocked the view of his makeshift bedroom. Meanwhile, Blaine studied the movie case, already immersed in the 1899 Paris landscape.
"Okay," Kurt said upon his return. Setting the opened laptop down onto the coffee table, he asked, "Popcorn?" Blaine heartily agreed and slipped the disc into the computer as Kurt went about making the popcorn. "Rach' and I tried to make homemade popcorn once… As you can probably imagine, that didn't turn out quite as we had imagined." Blaine laughed, smiling, as he set up the movie, familiar with the laptop as it was the same model he owned back in Westerville.
The film began and the both of them fell silent in reverence for it. At least, they were quiet until the music began, for which it was a must to sing with the cast. Their mutual love for the movie kept them from feeling any embarrassment, but neither of the men were particularly shy anyway.
When 'Come What May' trailed off, Kurt hastily wiped at his eyes with the already-damp sleeves of his sweater. Blaine glanced at him and laughed a little, not unkindly, which made Kurt laugh as well. "Sorry," he said. "It's just that's always been my dream, to have that song play at my wedding."
"It's an amazing song," Blaine accepted, "arguably the best in the movie. I'd play it at mine too." They were quiet for a second, a comfortable moment, and Blaine sat up a little. "So Rachel likes it, then, I take it?"
His head tilted slightly, Kurt said, "I… guess. What's she got to do with it? Sure, she'd freak if I didn't let her help with wedding details–"
"It's just… I mean–You know, you guys have been living here together for such a long time," Blaine tried. "I guess I just figured–you know what? That was way too presumptuous of me. I'm sorry–"
"Whoa, whoa." Kurt held up his hands, pausing the movie and setting the laptop onto the table to his left. "Do you think Rachel and I–This entire time, you've been thinking that me and Rachel are a couple?"
"Well, yeah," Blaine said, shifting awkwardly. "You are. Aren't you?"
"Yeah. A couple of friends living together in New York." Kurt stared at him in disbelief, an amused expression on his face. "We're not together."
"Oh." Blaine had no idea what to do. "Okay. My mistake."
"Blaine." Kurt moved a little on the couch, unsure. "We asked you if you were okay with gay people. I thought it was made clear right then why."
"You're gay?"
"Quite. Hard to believe you didn't pick up on it."
"Actually, it is." Blaine patted his thighs to avoid looking at Kurt. "Cuz I am too." He looked at him then, and Kurt was somewhat frozen.
"Oh," he echoed Blaine's earlier sentiment. "Well, then." After a moment had gone by, Kurt grabbed his laptop. "What d'you say we finish this, then?"
And just like that, they were back to the way it had been before. Something was most assuredly different, though, and neither knew quite how to go about dealing with it.
That night, Kurt was scrubbing his teeth when Rachel knocked once on the bathroom door and entered in a plush purple robe. She smiled conspiratorially at him and leaned her back against the closed door.
"So?" she demanded. "How'd it go?"
"How did what go?" Kurt inquired around his toothbrush innocently.
"Oh, come on, Kurt. I haven't been able to talk with you all day; don't make me drag it out of you."
Kurt spit into the sink, then began to rinse his toothbrush off. He looked at her in the mirror after he had set it into the holder. "Rachel, Blaine didn't even know I was gay."
Rachel stared at him, almost appearing amused in her shock. "You've got to be kidding!" Kurt didn't reply. "Has he even looked at you? I can't believe–" Rachel held up her hands. "It's okay. He knows now, though, right? You told him and are in love?"
"It isn't happening, Rach'," Kurt said, restlessly folding the hand towel beside the sink. "Sorry to burst your bubble."
"Kurt, you're amazing," Rachel told him, walking forward. "Give it time; you just met the guy today, for God's sake."
"Exactly. Let it go." Kurt dropped a kiss to Rachel's head as he walked past her and out the doorway. He headed for the kitchen for a glass of water before his routine facewash. He loved Rachel, he truly did. She was super helpful and sweet… but that quickly turned into pushy and blind to others' opinions. She'd been that way since high school, and Kurt was used to it by now, but with touchy subjects such as this, he'd rather she just let him handle it himself.
Once Rachel had done what she had to do before going to sleep, Kurt went back to the bathroom. He was just opening his specially ordered facewash when a knock sounded again at the door.
"Rach', you left the bathroom wide op–" Blaine popped his head in, his face the epitome of apology. "Blaine."
"I'm sorry to bother you," he said, stepping in. "I just forgot to pack my stuff earlier."
"Oh, right," Kurt nodded. "You're leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah." Blaine smiled and shook his head briefly as he made his way to the vanity. "One day in this city is just not enough."
"A lifetime in this city wouldn't feel like enough," Kurt said. "That's what Rach' always says." The mention of his friend send both of them into silence, and Kurt returned to mixing the facewash in his hands.
"What's that?" Blaine asked, for lack of anything better to say.
Kurt glanced at him. "Oh, this? I have a strict and rigorous facial wash before bedtime every night." He grinned. "My porcelain complexion has to come from somewhere."
"It actually works?"
"Of course; I've been using it since diapers."
Blaine laughed and extended a hand, grabbing the bottle. Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, grinning a little at Blaine's bravery as Blaine squirted a bit of the soap into his hands. He rubbed them together, hesitating only a second before smearing some onto his face. Kurt followed suit, watching Blaine from the corner of his eyes.
"I expect to look like a younger Marion Cotillard tomorrow, by the way," Blaine murmured, smoothing the soap onto his face.
Kurt laughed, smiling widely. "Okay," he said. "Now we wait and rinse." Five minutes later, clean and their faces tingling, they left the bathroom.
"I do feel purified," Blaine said, nodding appreciatively and only half-joking.
Kurt laughed with a grin. "It does have that effect, yes. You'll have to keep it up if you decide to stay in Ohio, after all."
Blaine's smile became less, but when he spoke his voice wasn't sad. "No, I… I definitely think New York is the place for me." They looked at each other for what could have been only a second; Kurt forced himself to break the spell.
"Well, then. I guess we'll see you in the morning."
Blaine nodded. "Sure. See you tomorrow." He was just turning to go into the spare room-section to check his phone when he heard Kurt speak again.
"Good night, Blaine Warbler."
Blaine smiled and glanced back. With Kurt standing there in a simple long-sleeve and pajama bottoms, looking so young, Blaine could almost imagine having known him years before. "'Night, Porcelain."