A/N: May I first give so much thanks and hearts and love to YourEyesLikeStars, who was my amazing inspiration/motivation for this chapter. She's amazingly talented, and she just wrote an awesome new Glee fic 'if Glee was written by fans' that's Warbler-centric and I suggest you all go check out. This chapter is just the first of eleven days of Kurt and Blaine's Christmas (no, it won't be eleven chapters), but please tell me if I'm drawing this out too much for your liking. Without further ado, read on.
Feels so good being bad
There's no way I'm turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure
Cause nothing could measure
Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, out of line
The affliction of the feeling
Leaves me wanting more
Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
The rough beat of Rihanna practically shook the car thanks to his baby's amazing stereo system. The two boys occupying the car weren't talking, but it was a comfortable atmosphere anyway. Kurt (obviously) was driving, and Blaine was relaxed against the window of the car. He'd been smacked twice for putting his feet up.
"Do your friends know that you're coming home today?" Blaine asked.
"No, their vacation doesn't start until Friday." Dalton's vacation started two days earlier. "When are your parents coming home from Hawaii?"
"Jeez, eager to get rid of me already! It's only been half an hour," Blaine teased.
"No! I was just wondering, because sometime during this vacation we have to start moving to the new house." Kurt didn't even like saying it.
"They get home the Sunday after Christmas, so I'll head home that morning." That gave him ten days with Blaine, and eight days to move.
"You know we're happy to have you, right?" Blaine had been teasing about getting rid of him, but Kurt wanted to make sure.
"Yes, I know, and I'm thankful for it," he smiled at the countertenor. "How far away is your new house?"
"About ten minutes closer to Dalton. Not enough to make a dent in my commute, but it's in a nice part of town, and it won't inconvenience Finn. Plus, it's closer to Carole's work."
"Where does Carole work again?" Kurt had told him at some point, but he had forgotten.
"At the hospital. It's closer to the garage too."
"Am I the only one really amused by the fact that you own a garage named Hummel Tires & Lube?" Blaine grinned.
"I think you've been hanging out with Charlie too much, it's beginning to have a negative effect on you," Kurt said without a pause.
"I'm kidding."
"Sure."
"I love this song," Blaine smiled.
You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side
You know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
and it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No, I won't give in
"We... New Directions sang this song, for Quinn." Blaine hadn't missed the slip of the tongue.
"You really miss them, don't you?" Kurt sighed.
"Yes. As much as we argued, and fell apart at every moment, we always came together to support each other. We were a family. We sang this song for Quinn when Jacob Ben Israel, the weasel, leaked the story of her pregnancy on his dumb blog, because we felt for her," Kurt sighed again and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm being silly," he faked a smile.
"No, you're not. It's different, when you're a small group and all you have to depend on is each other. The Warblers... they're so formal, sometimes it doesn't feel like a club. New Directions, they have to trust each other, because without each and every one of them, the program would be cut. We have ridiculously large alumni donations, plus a base fund. We lost at Sectionals two years in a row, and we're still considered rock stars. It's a totally different situation." Blaine smiled in support.
"Thanks. Though I must admit, the Warblers seem more like a family outside of rehearsals. You just take things a little bit too seriously." Kurt had heard the prank stories and seen the camaraderie. Now, they just needed to show that side of themselves on stage.
"I know. I feel like if we were more relaxed, and had the same kind of energy on stage that we do in the dorms, we would be a lot better." Blaine rolled his eyes. "Not that Wes, David, or Thad would ever agree. Sometimes, I honestly wish we had a director."
"No you don't. A director is kind of the same as a council. They still think they know best no matter what. At least with a council, it's three voices instead of one, and if you argue with the council they can't have you expelled," Kurt joked.
"True. They'll just kick you out," Blaine pointed out.
"Details," Kurt said, mock-dismissively. Blaine laughed.
"I'm a little scared to meet your friends, to be honest. They seem like a hard-core and protective bunch." The look Rachel had given him when he called Kurt for places seemed very mistrusting.
"Rachel's only careful because she's been burned before. Jesse St. James pretended to be in love with her, in order to break her heart and give Vocal Adrenaline the edge. We warned her against it, even threatened to kick her out of the club, but she still dated him. She just doesn't want something like that to happen to me," Kurt explained with a shrug.
"People like that should... be seriously injured," Blaine tried and failed to make Kurt laugh.
"Santana threatened multiple times to cut his balls off and keep them in a jar on her mantle," Kurt said with a laugh.
"And this conversation has been so reassuring." Kurt just laughed.
"Rachel's just wary. Quinn, Tina, & Brittany are sweethearts, and will just tell me to be careful, but wouldn't hurt a fly. For girls, Santana, Mercedes, & Lauren are the ones you have to worry about, but Mercedes already likes you."
"What about Santana & Lauren?" Blaine said, slightly worried.
"Santana will threaten to cut your balls off, but she probably won't. Lauren won't threaten you, but she enacts horrible revenge, I assure you." Kurt was mostly having fun scaring Blaine.
"And for guys?" Blaine was a little pale.
"Finn's my brother now, so expect threatening. Sam will probably threaten you too, but only because he's a good guy, and he's rather protective. Puck will probably say offensive, anti-gay things, as usual. Mike won't say anything. Artie cares, but he's more cool-headed, and he gets to know people before he makes judgements."
"And this is just being your friend from a rival school. I'd hate to imagine what it would be like to date you." Blaine only had to pause for a moment before what he said sunk in. "Uh... that came out wrong."
"I get what you mean," Kurt was clearly hurt and just unwilling to admit it, gripping the steering wheel tightly and clenching his jaw. "They're only so careful, because they think I'm fragile."
"I really didn't mean that. Any guy you dated would be really lucky to have you." Kurt smiled and relaxed, and Blaine could feel that he was forgiven by the tension change. "You just have an extremely good support system."
"You're just lucky my dad likes you. He doesn't usually like me hanging out with guys."
"I consider myself lucky. And I know you don't like to admit it, but you are kind of fragile," Blaine said hesitantly.
"I am not fragile."
"Kurt... after all you've been through, there isn't a person in the world who wouldn't be."
"I am capable of repressing and dealing with my emotions at proper times. I just was under the impression that you wouldn't think me weak for actually being myself."
"A very correct impression. I don't think you're weak. I think you're incredibly strong, but even the strongest of things have cracks in them."
"And what would be these imaginary cracks?" Kurt said snidely.
"You flinch every time someone say's Karofsky's name." Kurt didn't flinch that time, but Blaine could see that it was by sheer force of will. "Your mother died when you were six." Kurt did flinch at that. "You're insecure. You've never had a boyfriend, or a proper first kiss. Your-"
"Okay! I get it. Can you stop now?" Kurt cut him off.
"I'm sorry, but see my point?" The things Blaine had listed had obviously hurt Kurt.
"Yes, I do. Maybe they're right."
Kurt didn't say anything else for a while after their conversation about weak points, and Blaine didn't push, as difficult as it was. They were about half an hour away from Lima when Blaine snapped.
"Are you mad at me?" Blaine ignored how much he sounded like a whiny girlfriend.
"No," was (frustratingly) all Kurt said.
"It seems like you are." A whiny, twelve-year-old girlfriend.
"Well, I'm not." Well, he was a little, but he wasn't going to admit it.
"Please stop being mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you. I'm just thinking." Well, he was thinking about how mad he was at Blaine. It was half-true.
"About?"
"Priorities. Do you think I should board?" Kurt ignored how obvious the subject-change was.
"Do you want to board?" Blaine was the first person to ask him that.
"I don't know. Logically, it's the easier thing to do. It just feels a little bit too much like leaving my new family, and how much am I going to get to talk to my friends if I'm constantly surrounded my screaming monkeys?" Kurt said, completely straight-faced.
"Don't you mean students?" Blaine asked with a laugh.
"No, I mean monkeys. Have you seen the boys in your dorm?"
"Touche." Just as Blaine was about to say more, Kurt's phone rang. El está por mi, y por ti borró, y eso que tú tienes to', y yo ni un Kikí. Ella se hace la bruta pa' cotizar. Cinco minutitos de- "Kurt's phone. Hey, Rachel." Blaine ignored the glare he was getting from the soprano.
"Why are you answering my phone?" Blaine ignored him.
"He's driving. It would be irresponsible of me to give him the phone," he answered to Rachel.
"Well, I just felt it's fair to warn him that all of New Directions is currently waiting to scare him in his living room. We all skipped. Why are you driving with him?" Apparently, Kurt hadn't told the New Directions that he was coming to the Hudmel house as well.
"I'm staying with him for Christmas because my parents are in Honolulu, and my house is currently full of the horrendous smell of pot." Lila didn't actually smoke it, but all her friends did.
"Oh... okay, then." She hung up.
"Rachel says that all of New Directions skipped school and is waiting to scare you in your living room," Blaine relayed.
"What do you bet that was Puck's idea?" Kurt rolled his eyes.
Kurt felt awkward bringing Blaine to his house for a multitude of reasons. For one, his extremely over protective father and friends. For another, he wasn't, well... rich. He had heard the stories of extremely expensive vacations (entire summers spent in Europe), and for most kids at Dalton, the tuition was nothing at all, not even important. Kurt had gotten a scholarship for both his grades and his voice, and the tuition was still a lot of money. His house wasn't small, and it was nice, but it wasn't the mansion he knew Blaine lived in.
"Did they think I wouldn't notice all the cars parked down the street?" Nobody had parked in front of Kurt's house, but eleven unusual cars lining the street leading to his house was a dead giveaway.
"I think it was more of a vain hope," Blaine laughed as Kurt stopped the car.
"Home sweet home," Kurt said with a smile. As odd as it might sound, Kurt was happy to be back in Lima, he felt more comfortable.
"Let's go deal with the maniacs you call your friends."
The moment Kurt walked through the door, the two small bags he had from staying at Dalton the night before in his hands, he was attacked by a swarm of girls.
"Kurt!" Brittany cried happily.
"We missed you, white boy," Mercedes said, grabbing first hug and squeezing the life out of the soprano.
"'Cedes, need... air... to... live," Kurt gasped out, and Mercedes finally let him go. Brittany grabbed him in a hug next, and the soprano ended up sandwiched between her and the other blonde.
"How come the gay guys always get the hot chicks?" One of the guys complained from the living room as Mercedes gave Blaine a quick hug.
"Because the best ones are always either gay or taken," Lauren answered.
"Hey! Not nice," Finn complained as he walked over from where he was getting food towards the mass of girls. "Hey dude, Kurt."
"Why hello, Finn Hudson," Kurt said with a smile, shimmying out of the arms of the girls to give his brother a quick hug.
"That... brings up weird memories," Finn said, returning the hug. Kurt just laughed.
"Hey, Finn," Blaine greeted the giant, bumping the fist he was offered.
"What's Hummel's lover doing here?" Blaine could finally place the voice as Puck when the mohawked boy strolled into the room like he owned it.
"Blaine is not my lover, Puckerman," Kurt said sharply.
"I'm sure the tone you said that in totally boosted his ego," Puck said with a smirk. Blaine had to be a bit impressed, because who else had the right combination of bravery and stupidity that's required to anger Kurt Hummel? "Whatever, your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend either," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. Despite the sharp words between the two, Puck gave Kurt a quick bro-hug, which he returned.
"Hey Kurt," the boy who had been the lead in (I've Had) The Time of My Life walked into the kitchen and grabbed the soprano in a hug.
"Hello Sam." Finn gave Kurt a look that obviously made him angry.
"Don't you give me that look, Finnegan Jacob Hudson." Sam looked confused, and Finn looked chagrined. Kurt just rolled his eyes, releasing Sam.
"It's... Blaine, right?" Sam asked him, quickly grabbing Kurt's bags from him, ever the gentleman.
"Yeah. Hey, Sam."
"Dude, come in the living room. We're watching... that really lame, sparkly-vampire movie." Finn had pulled a face while trying to remember that was odd enough to make Kurt laugh.
"Don't call me dude," Kurt reminded his brother with a gesture towards his car. With a grumble, Finn went outside to grab Blaine's bags. "Look! Giants can be tamed!" Kurt exclaimed with a little smile, grabbing Blaine's hand and practically dragging him into the living room. The girls, Sam, and Puck followed like a trail of ducklings. Sam turned, taking Kurt's bags to his room.
"Everyone, this is-" Kurt introduced him as everyone settled back into their seats, letting go of his hand.
"Blaine," Santana cut him off.
"Blaine Anderson, gay tenor, lead singer of the Dalton Academy Warblers, and Kurt's new best friend," Rachel corrected a little creepily.
"You've talked about him enough," the female lead from (I've Had) The Time of My Life added with a smile, obviously teasing the countertenor. Kurt blushed.
"Did I mention I hate you all?" he asked with a long-suffering sigh as he allowed himself to be dragged onto the couch between Mercedes and Rachel.
"Come sit," he invited, seeing Blaine standing in the door awkwardly. Blaine hesitantly sat next to Rachel, stepping over people, looking around the room.
Eclipse was playing, but it was muted and nobody seemed to be paying attention to it. Santana and Brittany were curled up together in one arm chair, and they seemed to be a lot closer than friends. He, Mercedes, Rachel, and Kurt were the only other ones actually sitting on furniture. Artie was parked next to the opposite side of the couch. Puck was on the ground beside Artie leaning against his chair.
The blonde girl that had been teasing Kurt was leaning against Mercedes' legs, holding hands with Sam, who was leaning against Kurt's legs. Kurt didn't look entirely comfortable with that fact. Lying on the ground between the arm chair and the couch, Tina and Mike were cuddling. Kurt's replacement was leaning against the coffee table, facing no one.
"For the record, we'd be much less squished in my basement," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes.
"We might catch the gay," Puck snorted. "Get fairy dust poisoning or something." Blaine, who watching Kurt, noticed how he tensed. Rachel quickly put a hand on his arm. Puck was his friend why?
"Dude, be nice." Finn had obviously been just in time to hear the comment. The two weren't close anymore, but Finn could still control Puck.
"Knee-jerk reaction," Puck said, not sounding apologetic in the slightest.
"Watch it, Puckerman. Fairy over there has more balls than you can ever hope to. Especially if you keep messing with my boy." Kurt's automatic protection for seemingly every girl on earth must be very useful with them.
"If he has any balls at all," Puck said with a laugh, but he was obviously joking this time.
"So not funny, Puckerman." Kurt looked particularly annoyed, raising his eyes to the heavens.
"Jacob Ben Israel spread a rumor once that Kurt is a castrato," Rachel explained, seeing Blaine's confused look.
"A rumor which, I assure you, is not true." This seemed to be more for Puck's benefit than for Blaine's.
"We have proof," Santana said with a little smirk. Everyone in the room looked at her like she was a sociopath, except for Kurt, who just put his head in his hands. "Cheerios' showers," she explained with a roll of her eyes, her tone saying 'you should know this already.'
"Alright, losers, we can debate whether or not Kurt has balls, or we could play a game," Lauren sounded annoyed.
"How about 'threaten Blaine,' since we're all going to get around to it anyway?" Puck's joke felt flat.
"Spin the bottle?" Rachel suggested.
"I'm not kissing any of you," Mercedes and Lauren said at the same time.
"Truth or dare?" Quinn suggested. Everyone looked around for the others' reactions and shrugged.
"Can't be worse than with the Warblers," Kurt said fake-cheerily.
"I can't even imagine that, considering the stories I've heard..." Finn sounded horrified. Kurt just laughed.
"How about Never Have I Ever?" Santana's suggestion seemed to be the winner.
"Oh, yay, let's play a sex game," Mercedes said, sounding gloomy. Kurt just took her hand with a empathetic smile.
"We'll start with the innocent stuff, won't we Santana?" Blaine had never heard Kurt's voice sound even mildly threatening, but he sounded pretty damn threatening right then. Santana was obviously used to it.
"What, don't want us to know about all the dirty stuff you do with the Warblers whenever you stay over?" Santana replied with a smirk, but Blaine got the feeling Kurt had won this battle.
"Who starts?" Everyone laughed at Rachel. It was a McKinley rule that whoever asked that question first started.
"You, now that you've asked that. First, we need drinks." Rachel looked indignant, but Kurt cut off her protests.
"Whoot whoot!" Santana cheered, sliding out of the chair to rest against Brittany's legs.
"Non-alcoholic drinks." Santana frowned. "My house, my rules." Kurt was somehow using a past experience against Santana, Blaine could tell. He just didn't know the past experience. "Everyone just want water?" There was general nodding.
"I'll get it," Blaine and Sam said at the same time, both getting up.
"Well, we can tell who the gentlemen are," Quinn said with a small smile at her boyfriend and Blaine.
The coffee table had been pushed out of the way, as had the still-on TV, and everyone was in a loose equivalent of a circle. Tina, Mike, Puck and Finn were occupying the space left by the coffee table and TV.
Rachel sighed, and (with a slight glare at Kurt) began. "Never have I ever smoked weed." Puck, Santana, Brittany, Lauren, and Sam all drank.
Quinn glared accusingly at her boyfriend. Sam looked hurt. "It was once, and I didn't even know what it was." Quinn smiled at him, coerced by the innocent, dumb act.
Quinn went next. "Never have I ever kissed someone on the first date." Blaine debated for a few seconds, then drank, along with Santana, Brittany, Tina, Artie, Puck, and Rachel.
They were clearly going in some order Blaine didn't understand, as Mercedes went next. "Never have I ever been kissed." Everyone else in the room drank at that. Surprisingly, all eyes turned towards Kurt, who was staring at his water like it had done him a personal injustice.
"N-Not if you don't count Britt." Kurt was a truly atrocious liar.
"Sure. Come on, boy, spill," Mercedes nudged the countertenor, who looked like a deer in the headlights.
"I-I've n-never been kissed if you don't c-count Britt or d-dares." Apparently, Kurt turned into some sort of stuttering monster when he was attempting to lie.
"Wow, that's some of the worst lying I've ever seen. And that's saying something," Puck said with a snort.
"It's none of your business, guys!" Kurt snapped angrily.
"Relax, homo, we were just kidding. Nonz of our buiz." Santana had clearly seen the defensiveness for what it was.
"Never have I ever drank," Tina helped with a distraction. Blaine, Kurt, Sam, Quinn, Lauren, Finn, Puck, Brittany, and Santana all drank.
"You guys are losers," Puck scorned those who hadn't drank. "Come on, even Kurt I-have-a-two-by-four-up-my-ass-and-I-like-it Hummel has gotten drunk." Kurt blushed and glared at Puck for the nickname.
"It's called being responsible, Puckerman," Tina replied, blushing slightly.
"Never have I ever gotten a blow job." Santana dared Kurt with her eyes. Everyone seemed to ignore the fact that a girl getting a blowjob was a physical impossibility, so Blaine went along with it, drinking, as did Sam, Artie, and Puck.
"Dude!" Puck punched Finn in the arm. "Get some! You too, Hummel, you obviously need it." Kurt ignored him.
"Never have I ever... what have I never done, Sanny?" Blaine almost laughed, until he caught the protective glare from both Kurt and Santana. Santana leaned up to mutter something in the girl's ear.
"Never have I ever felt like killing someone." Kurt was the first to drink on that one, glaring at Puck as he did so, followed by Rachel, Quinn, Blaine, Mercedes... everyone else in the room.
"You're too nice a person, Britt," Kurt said, giving the blonde girl a soft smile.
"Never have I ever streaked," Finn said. Puck was the only one who drank.
"You got pretty damn close during Rocky Horror week," Sam said with an amused grin. Finn turned red.
"Shut up."
"Feeling like you're surrounded by crazy people yet, Blaine?" Mercedes asked, leaning around Kurt. Blaine nodded.
"Never have I ever..." Puck paused, obviously thinking. "Dudes, I'm a try-anything-once kind of guy. I don't think there's... Never have I ever kissed a dude." All the girls (with the exception of Mercedes) drank, as did Sam, Blaine, and (after a lot of hesitation) Kurt. Once again, everyone turned to look at him.
"D-dares," Kurt stuttered out, bright red. Why couldn't he stop stuttering? Why!
"I call bullshit!" Santana said with a smirk. "Spill."
"I think it's my turn," Kurt deflected quickly.
"Well, there's gotta be a lot on your 'never have I ever' list. For now, you should embarrass the virgins in the room." Kurt rolled his eyes but consented.
"Never have I ever had sex." Kurt turned perhaps a shade pinker, if that were possible. Blaine, Artie, Sam, Quinn, Finn, Puck, Brittany, and Santana drank.
"Wow. I'm surrounded by losers," Santana sneered, noticing the almost even ratio.
"Not everyone needs to have sex to feel good about themselves," Rachel shot back.
"No cat fights, ladies." Kurt seemed way too used to controlling Rachel.
"Never have I ever been on a plane." Blaine, awkwardly, was the only one who drank at Artie's turn.
"Lucky," Rachel sighed dramatically, twisting herself so she was practically draped over Blaine and Kurt's laps. "I want to go to New York City." It was obvious she was talking about Nationals. A wire of guilt twisted in Kurt's stomach. Blaine, seeing through him as always, placed a hand over his. The group, despite how much they were on the edge of killing each other, seemed surprisingly relaxed out of a formal setting. They were also quite touchy, so Blaine wasn't shy about scooting closer to Kurt, making Rachel readjust on their laps.
"Never have I ever cried myself to sleep." Everyone looked at Sam, because jeez, personal. Mercedes drank, followed by Santana, Kurt, Blaine himself, Rachel, Artie, Quinn, and Tina. No one said anything.
"Never have I ever been kissed under mistletoe." Everybody laughed when only Blaine and Kurt drank. It reminded Kurt so much of the last week, everyone who had kissed him, and the one important person who hadn't.
"Dalton seniors are apparently extreme lovers of mistletoe. It's a little scary and a lot gay. Warblers have competitions! It's ridiculous." Kurt rolled his eyes. How he managed to make the movement fond, Blaine didn't quite understand.
"Alright, gay boy, your turn." Blaine assumed she was talking to Kurt and vice versa. "Damn, there are two of them now, can't call them that. Garbler, your turn."
"Never have I ever..." Blaine paused, and what Kurt wouldn't have given to be inside his head at that moment.
"Can't think of anything you've never done?" Santana asked with a smirk.
"No... I'm just trying to think of a good one." Santana grinned and stood up, walking over to whisper in his ear.
"That's just gross." Blaine looked repulsed.
"Three people in this room would drink, my wonderful self included." Kurt snorted, but Santana ignored it, sliding back onto the ground by Brittany's feet.
"She said 'never have I ever attempted to duplicate two girls, one cup,'" Blaine murmured to his curious best friend.
"Well... I'm going to go throw up now." Kurt did look a little green, but he just rested his head on Mercedes' shoulder. "So gross. Sanny, you were lying, weren't you?"
"Well, I make no promises about Puckerman, but about me and Britts, yeah." Santana had obviously been trying to gross Blaine out.
"Now that I'll never be able to recover from the mental images Santana has given me, and I kind of want to scrub my brain with bleach, I'll go with an easy one. Never have I ever changed a tire." Puck, Finn, Kurt, Lauren, Tina, and Sam all drank.
"Note to self, bring Blaine to the shop tomorrow. No self-respecting man doesn't know how to change a tire." Kurt looked almost offended, until Blaine realized he was kidding.
"Or takes it up the ass," Puck added, earning several glares. Blaine and Kurt just ignored the comment.
"Lauren, you have the last one." Kurt was incredible at letting comments slide and deflecting.
"Never have I ever ridden on a motorcycle." Puck, Finn, Santana, Brittany, and Kurt all drank. Once again, everyone's eyes were on Kurt, who said nothing.
Everyone had left around dinner time. Burt had expressed over the phone his anger about having to go to Columbus for business and Carole had made the boys hamburgers because he wasn't home.
"Kurt, sweetheart, we've really missed you around here." Kurt looked up from where he was absentmindedly picking at his food and smiled. "I was so glad I didn't have to work the night shift today, so that I could spend some time with my boys," Carole smiled at all three of them, and Blaine suddenly felt like a member of the family. "Kurt, honey, you have to eat more than that."
"I will. Promise," he added at her disbelieving look.
"So, Blaine, how's living at Dalton?" Carole was obviously asking about having Kurt board.
"It's actually really fun. Despite the borderline-heinous pranks that happen in dorms," Finn shuddered, "we actually get along really well, and we're really close. it also gives us the opportunity to ask each other and the teachers questions about homework. For example, Charlie is amazing at history between the hours of one A.M. and four A.M. Don't ask me why. I'm pretty sure every single one of the Warblers has their own little unique quirk." Carole smiled and Blaine mentally cheered. He really wanted Kurt to board.
"And what would be yours?"
"Uh... I'm sure the other guys would have millions for you, but I, personally, can't think of any."
"How do you like the school so far Kurt?" Carole was very much the smiling and compassionate mother who was interested in everything her kids did.
"It's nice. Of course, I have to deal with twenty-five crazy boys everyday, but they're worth it. Most of my classes are good, not too easy but not too difficult, and I've made a lot of friends." Just as Kurt said that, his phone beeped. "Speak of the devils," he teased with a light smile.
From: Charlie
'Congrats. Uve managed 2 go 4 hours w/o jumping B, Im soooo proud of u. And btw, jumping B is tots wrth it ;)
Kurt blushed bright red at the message. "Charlie," he murmured as explanation.
To: Charlie
'I hate: A) you, and B) the fact that you know that...
From: Charlie
'Rlax, H. B isnt exact 1 to just hook-up (M and I non withstanding). U and him will make a great couple.'
To: Charlie
'I love how you use numbers, but spell out 'non withstanding.' I also love how you say 'he's not one to hook up' and then name his only two... intimate encounters.'
From: Charlie
''Intimate.' legit? U cant say 'sexual' and hve it don with? Virg.'
"Kurt Hummel, you are not going to ignore your family for the rest of the night in favor of that damn phone of yours," Carole teased lightly, but obviously meant what she said.
"Sorry, Carole." Kurt smiled brightly at his step-mom. "Charlie's just being stupid and irritating anyway."
To: Charlie
'I'm in the middle of eating dinner. I'll text you later?'
From: Charlie
'U btter. And try not 2 jump B in his slep (kinky). XOX'
"Sometimes I truly wonder why we tolerate that boy," he said with a smile at his best friend.
"Because we all secretly love him, no matter how much we actually hate him," Blaine answered, half-joking.
"Uh, what?" Finn looked so confused.
"Nothing," the two answered in sync, and then blushed.
"Kurt, did your father give any indication of where Blaine would be sleeping?" Carole was obviously trying to be polite, not flat-out asking if Blaine was allowed to sleep in Kurt's room.
"No. I'll text him, I'm sure he's not really listening to his lawyer anyway." Kurt had been at some of the meetings Burt had with the lawyer for the garage, especially when he was younger, and his dad was always staring at the window, only answering questions and letting most of the 'lawyer-talk' in one ear and out the other.
To: Dad
'Where is Blaine sleeping?'
From: Dad
'Cn I trst hm to slep in ur rom?'
To: Dad
'Daaad! Blaine and I aren't even dating and we share a room whenever I stay at Dalton!'
From: Dad
'He cn slep in ur rom on a blw-up thn Finn has 2 be thur 2'
To: Dad
'Of course, Dad.'
"Dad, who isn't listening to his lawyer, as usual, says he can sleep in our room." Sharing a room with Finn had been much more successful on the second attempt, especially because Kurt was spending so much time at Dalton. Finn was also becoming more comfortable around Kurt, despite their... unfortunate history.
Kurt was humming softly to himself as he did moisturizing routine. He had gone into the basement early, in order to finish before Blaine went to bed. Why, one may ask? Well, Blaine was very much the gentleman, and would try and take the blow-up bed. Kurt wasn't going to have it. He was not a girl, and Blaine was a guest. Therefore, he would take Kurt's bed. It was probably childish to argue with Blaine about something this irrelevant, especially since the air mattress was extremely comfortable, but Kurt wasn't going to let it go.
"Hey," Blaine called to the boy sitting at his vanity, almost falling down the last step. "Whoa!"
"I'm sorry, I should have warned you that the last step is a small bit steeper than the rest. My dad claims it is a anti-burglary method, I just think the builders made a mistake, which wasn't important enough to worry about."
"It's okay. I won't fall and die, I promise." Blaine, outside of Dalton and uniform, could be very silly and adorable. "Wow, you're room is huge." Blaine looked around, noticing the two beds (it had been upgraded) as well as the air mattress, the walk-in closet, the adjoining bathroom, the TV, the couch, and the large amount of space still left over.
"Well, it was designed specially for me, as a birthday present. Paid in full by my mom's mom, who is still trying to tempt me to live with her in Wyoming. She's not a big fan of my dad," Kurt made a face at Blaine in the mirror. "She's absolutely crazy, but extremely rich, and she spoils me."
"I see that. I'll just..." Blaine made a little motion towards the bathroom and started walking backwards toward it.
"You're going to trip over..." Kurt warned, but not soon enough. Blaine walked into the trash can, sending both it and himself to the floor. Kurt couldn't help but laugh. "You're not very smooth, I hate to break it to you."
"Evil trash can!" Blaine declared before running into the bathroom. Laughing at the silly antics of his best friend, Kurt hummed Something There to himself as he finished the last of his moisturizing routine. Perfect timing.
Already in his pajamas, Kurt slipped under the covers of the already-made blow-up bed. Cuddling in, Kurt waited until he heard Blaine coming out of the bathroom before faking sleep. Due to the fact that his dad set age-inappropriate 'bed times' for him, he was incredibly good at the practice.
"Are we really going to argue about this? I know you're not asleep." Of course Blaine saw right through him. "You can have your own bed, Kurt, I don't care." Kurt said nothing. "I will dump cold water on you. See if you can 'sleep' through that." Kurt could hear the air quotes in his voice.
"You're the guest, and I'm comfortable. Go to bed." Finn had already passed out in the other bed, about halfway through Kurt's moisturizing routine.
"Fine," Blaine kicked his foot, almost losing his balance. "You win... for tonight."
Blaine turned of the lights before walking over to Kurt's bed, which was a very hazardous journey. Curling up in Kurt's sheets, Blaine rested his head against the countertenor's pillow. Despite the fact that the sheets were clean, the whole area smelled of Kurt, a mixture of sandalwood, every organic product under the sun, and a scent that was pure Kurt, unique as the boy himself. He realized he was going to wake up smelling like Kurt, which was probably dangerous, but a dream come true.
"Blaine?" The tenor heard Kurt's light whisper across the room.
"Yeah?" he whispered back just as quietly.
"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt sounded... nervous, for some reason.
"Of course."
"Do... do you regret being with Marcus?"
"Where did that come from?" Blaine wasn't avoiding the question, though it wasn't a subject he particularly wanted to talk about with Kurt, he was just curious.
"During Never Have I Ever, you drank for 'kissed on the first date' and it just got me thinking..." Kurt let his sentence fade.
"I debated about drinking for that, because Marcus was never really my boyfriend, it wasn't really a relationship."
"You didn't answer my question," Kurt sounded a bit like a child.
"Sometimes," was the best answer Kurt could give. "If Marcus and I hadn't... Charlie and I probably never would have happened, and I honestly don't know what my life would be like without that boy. Plus, I was really the one who bonded him with the Warblers."
"Blaine, you're deflecting," Kurt stated.
"I'm not trying to, I'm just looking at it from different perspectives. Marcus... he was a great friend, but he wasn't..." Kurt felt slightly absurd for wishing the next word out of Blaine's mouth would be 'good,' "I didn't love him. He meant a lot to me, and I miss him sometimes, but I never loved him. That, I regret, I guess. He was special to me, and my... first time was special. Isn't that what everyone wants? But it wasn't with someone I loved. If I could take it back... I don't know what I would do, honestly." Blaine tried to be as honest as possible with the countertenor.
"Oh," was all Kurt said.
"Now I get to ask you a question." Blaine had been wondering about this for a while.
"O-okay."
"Why did... why do you keep what happened between you and Karofsky a secret, even from your friends?"
"My friends are the most amazing, loyal, honest, insane group of people you will ever meet. But they're also extremely protective. Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, all of them would give anything to have me back at McKinley. I love them, but I don't trust them not to out Karofsky for 'my sake,'" Blaine heard a ruffle and assumed Kurt made air quotes. "They wouldn't truly understand the implications of outing someone, especially someone repressed and uncertain. I... I should hate him, and sometimes I do, but I'm honestly scared of what he might do if someone were to find out." Kurt's statement was finished by the phrase 'he'd probably come after me or kill himself.'
"You're too nice a person, you know that?" Kurt was utterly selfless to the point it gave Blaine a headache.
"Sometimes." Blaine saw a quick flash of light from Kurt's bed.
To: Charlie
'I promise not to jump Blaine in his sleep.'
From: Charlie
'Um... what? - David'
To: Charlie
'I was continuing our earlier conversation... Why do you have Charlie's phone?'
From: Charlie
'Srys, D wntd 2 talk 2 u. Good 4 u, btw. Wheres he sleping?'
To: Charlie
'My room. My bed, actually. I'm on an air mattress.'
From: Charlie
'How corteus of u. How in wrld did u win tht battle?'
To: Charlie
'Grammar and vowels are your friends, Charlie. Also, early bird gets the worm.'
From: Charlie
'Your a lusr. How'd meting the BFFs go?'
To: Charlie
'Nobody threatened him yet. He's alive, in one piece, and not about to shit himself from fear. An all and all good day.'
From: Charlie
'Since u mentioned it b4, wht happened w/ me and B was a mistake. I luv B, but nt like tht, and I nev shouldve taken advantage of him (nt tht it was dub-con or anything). So I'll never cum between the 2 of u.'
To: Charlie
'We've talked about these things :) And you say that like there's anything between the two of us to interrupt.'
From: Charlie
'Your just a litle slow on the up-take. Trst me, itll happen. Ill make it.'
To: Charlie
'Oh boy!'
A/N: I had a real issue with this one (getting the flow right). Please let me know if I did well. Once again, I urge you all to go read 'if Glee was written by the fans.'
Songs used:
'S&M' by Rihanna
'Keep Holding On' by Avril Lavigne
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