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Chapter 10 - Can I Just Stay Here

Kurt was up early Sunday morning. To be lazy in bed all alone was depressing and his morning boner was a waste of time without Blaine's warm body wrapped around him. So here he was, seated at the dinner table, trying to attack passages of dialogue to their upcoming musical. He would have given the world to meet up in a bootcamp with Blaine and Ally tomorrow instead of bearing another minute in the presence of Dubrowski's condescending face.

He sighed as he slowly started typing words and sentences with hesitant fingers hovering over the keys, hoping what he wrote would make sense in the bigger picture. After two cups of strong coffee the muse finally kicked in and offered some much appreciated help; and a funny wording between two homeless guys appeared, sarcastic and dry as they bickered about who should do the dishes after their non existing dinner and vacuum their cardboard floor.

Kurt chuckled to himself and left the scene to the characters, who now had a mind of their own and just told him what to write. The new musical would be entirely different from "Cordelia". They were aiming for a "Rocky Horror Story" kind of thing with various colorful characters stirring up the New York underground, where all the freaks and unplaceable people reigned.

When Blaine called there was still a smirk on Kurt's face caused by the last line he had written. "Morning, love. You're up early," he said cheerful, "or late. I'm not sure which one it is."

"Yeah, I've barely slept, actually," Blaine said quietly.

Kurt froze instantly by the sound of his wounded voice. Something was terribly wrong. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked with racing heartbeat and got up from the chair. "Has something happened to Sam?"

"No, no, Sam is alright." Blaine went silent and his uneven breath made everything cringe inside of Kurt.

"Blaine, what is happening, baby? Why are you falling apart? Talk to me."

"Kurt, I got this … very strange phone call last night from somebody I don't know or haven't spoken with before."

"Okay"

"He basically told me that you have been seeing Benjamin while I have been in LA," Blaine continued.

Within a split second Kurt's world stopped turning. "What are you talking about?" he said, completely confused.

Blaine started crying. "Kurt, I need to know the truth, so please, please don't lie to me right now."

Kurt held his breath, trying to make a lot of outrageous pieces fit together. "Blaine, honey, I'm not seeing Benjamin."

Blaine's voice hardened. "So you are denying meeting with Benjamin anywhere in New York while I have been gone?"

By that particular wording yesterday came tumbling down at Kurt faster than an avalanche, threatening to bury him alive as he suddenly struggled to find his own footing. "Oh my god, Blaine," he gasped out in despair. "I bumped into him yesterday. Right after I had been shopping with Joyce and was on my way back to the theater. It was all random and we talked for about 5 minutes. That's all."

Blaine wavered. "Kurt, this hurts so fucking much. You have no idea." He was sobbing now, unable to hold in his brokenness.

"Blaine, baby, listen to me." Kurt could hear the panic rise in his own voice. This was nothing but a terrible misunderstanding but he could hardly breathe by the thought of what Blaine was going through. "I swear to god that it's all I've seen of him since I called off the engagement. He told me about his new boyfriend and how happy he was. Just stuff like that. And then he congratulated me on our musical."

Blaine drew a shaky breath. "Kurt, if this happened yesterday at lunch, then why didn't you tell me? "he said unhappy. "We talked for a long time after you had returned from the theater, but you never mentioned it. And suddenly this mystery guy texted me a picture of you and Benjamin out of nowhere, and to tell you the truth, it didn't look like a random meeting or a five minutes talk. What was I supposed to believe?"

"Blaine, I simply forgot to tell you," Kurt said heartbroken. "It wasn't the highlight of my day. Wait ... did you say there was a picture?"

"Yes, there's a picture, that's why I'm a mess. It just looks very ... intimate."

"Who is taking pictures of me in New York? Do I have a stalker or something?" Kurt asked horrified and dropped down on the couch with his head spinning. If somebody had been lucky enough to discover his five minutes meeting with Benjamin they would have had to follow him around for quite some time.

"I don't know Kurt," Blaine said with a thick voice. "I don't know anything about that guy. My world just kind of stopped at the sight of you and Benjamin."

"Blaine, I love you like crazy. I would never in a thousand years do anything to hurt you. You're my entire life."

"I know," Blaine whispered as some of the tension left. "I'm sorry Kurt. I don't know why I freaked out like that. I just … I wouldn't survive without you, not even for a minute."

"Why didn't you call me right away, baby?" There was not a shadow of in blame in Kurt's question. It just tore him apart that he couldn't pull Blaine into a tight hug and tell him that everything was going to be alright.

"I wanted to, believe me," Blaine responded. "But I got so scared. I can't explain it any other way."

Now it was Kurt's time to cry. "But you can call me at any hour and I will always pick up and I will always listen to you, and talk to you, no matter how insane you may sound. We are each others sanity, remember?"

"I know," Blaine said, wrecking up again.

Kurt dried his eyes and made a quick decision "Blaine, I'm taking the first flight to LA today. We need to be together."

"No, you have rehearsals tomorrow," Blaine snuffled, "and I'll be alright, I promise. I'm just … so relieved that you and I are okay."

"To be honest, I don't care about the play right now. I need to be there with you," Kurt objected. He was not going to let anybody hurt Blaine like that. They needed to get to the bottom of this. They had to figure out who this mystery caller was.

"But too much is at stake, with your career and the play. I think I'll be home Wednesday or Thursday. We only have to survive this for three more days."

"Three days is an eternity, baby. I don't think I can wait that long."

"Please Kurt," Blaine begged. "Don't take that risk. Make sure Dubrowski can't blame you for anything and make a point by being the best actor and writer he has ever been allowed to work with. I can deal with anything as long as I know we are alright"

"I don't know, Blaine," Kurt muttered. "This is too much."

"I love you, Kurt, more than you will ever know and I'm sorry for being so stupid."

"You're not stupid," Kurt said firmly. "You're adorable, and beautiful, and precious. I'll never let you go."

"I'll never let you go either and I would have fought for you. I wouldn't have let Benjamin have you again."

"Benjamin who?"

"I don't know, some random, ugly guy."

Kurt chuckled before he got serious again. "Who do you think is behind this?"

"Um, right before I got insane and unreasonable I thought about Joseph and his gang. Maybe they are growing impatient and want to remind us that they know everybody around Sam."

"Well it's a theory, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess, but then they'd have to have a stalker following you 24/7 in New York and they could not possibly know that you would bump into Benjamin."

"You're right, it seems insane, but maybe they just got lucky."

"Is there anyway it could be … Benjamin?" Blaine asked careful.

Kurt considered the possibility before he answered. "I don't know, but I don't think so. He seemed genuinely happy with his new life."

"I didn't want to accuse Benjamin of anything," Blaine added. "It was just a thought."

"I know and we have to consider all options." Kurt sighed. "You must be so tired now, Blaine."

"I am .. I'm exhausted."

"Okay, this is what we're going to do. Send me the picture you got, then I'll look into the details. Maybe I can remember something specific that will get us closer to a solution. In the meantime you will have to catch up on some sleep and then I'll call you back in a couple of hours."

"Are you sure you even want that stupid picture."

"I'm sure sweetie, and now get some rest."

Kurt was still shaking when he put down the phone. How could somebody be so mean and how could he forget to tell Blaine about Benjamin? Kurt knew something like that would be important, of course it would. Talking to Benjamin had brought him some sort of closure though and it had actually made him happy, but god how he hated that it had put Blaine through so much pain.

He couldn't help peeking out the window just to check if somebody was watching him from the street. It was completely ridiculous of course and he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary but it was an unsettling feeling nevertheless.

Another thought struck Kurt out of the blue. Could it be the persistent dancer from The Ensemble, Victor?. Kurt didn't know him at all but what if he was one of those crazed out guys who turned psychic if someone turned them down?

When the picture appeared on his phone a few moments later, he looked at it all horrified. No wonder it had been messing with Blaine's head. Out of context it looked much more romantic than a casual meeting. From all he could tell it would have to be right after they hugged each other goodbye. It had been a completely natural thing to do and not awkward or pushed in any way, but when you stop time like that so much of the story gets lost.

He stirred his computer to life again and started searching for a plane ticket. It was a risk not showing up at the theater on Monday, Blaine was right about that, but he couldn't care less. He was going to LA today, no matter how much it would cost him.

It took him a couple of phone calls to secure a ticket ASAP and then he moved on to the much dreaded phone call to Dubrowski, which only could have a positive outcome in a fantasy world.

"I cannot believe you are doing this again, Hummel," the director hissed before Kurt could say anything. "I don't know how you feel about your time off and your Sundays in particular, but where I come from, Sundays are sacred, and yet you seem to be determined to ruin mine."

"I don't have any other option," Kurt stated calmly, "and I'm just trying to give you a heads up before it's too late."

"A heads up about what," Dubrovski spat out.

"Things have gotten worse for my friend in LA and I will have to fly there immediately, which means I cannot be at the theater next week until Thursday."

Dubrowski grew silent as he always did right before he got particularly vicious. "Hummel, I have never before in my entire career met someone with a more condescending attitude than yours. You think the entire world spins around you, don't you? You assume that the rest of us are obliged to adjust to the insignificant ups and downs in your pathetic private life, but you're wrong. I knew it was a mistake to hire you in the first place when so many talented people could do it way better."

"And with so many talented people you mean your nephew, yeah, I got that much." Kurt snapped. "I have been to your disposition for an entire week, and five out of six days you have been stalling everything that, god forbid, could involve me. I have a friend in need, I don't ask for a vacation to go to Tahiti, even though I would prefer that to sitting on a chair for eight hours in the theater doing ten minutes of work. You have made your point clear in an unreasonable manner and I am not asking for your permission to go, I'm informing you that I haveto go, and I promise you that I will be back on my chair, waiting for 8 hours, on Thursday."

Dubrovski sounded cold as ice when he finally replied. "Kurt, if you and sorry little ass are not sitting on a chair at the theater Monday morning at 9 sharp, you are out of a job. It's as simple as that."

"Well, a nice day to you too, sir," Kurt replied with a mockingly sweet voice and hung up.

Then he hurried packing and headed for the airport. On his way he texted one short message to Blaine.

Hope you had a nice nap, pick me up at LAX at 4pm. Love you 3

Blaine saw Kurt first and all the walls he had built up in order not to cry, came tumbling down. Here he was, a grown man, and still his breath got stuck by the sight of Kurt. The long lean body, the way he held himself with pride and his piercing blue eyes, now scouting for Blaine.

The moment Kurt found him in the crowd a huge smile spread across his beautiful face. They both hurried towards each other, not losing eye contact and without caring what others might think Blaine disappeared into Kurt's arms. They held on tight for the longest moment ever as Blaine inhaled the familiar smell and just dwelled in the contact between their bodies.

"I love you so much, Blaine," Kurt finally whispered. "I'm lost when you're not around and there is not a single minute throughout the day where I don't think about you somehow." He let go of Blaine "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, did you know that?" he continued and dried the tears away from Blaine's wet cheeks. "I'm not letting you go, ever."

Blaine let out a gasp, so overwhelmed by his emotions. "Is that a proposal?" he asked and tried to smile.

"No, when I'm going to propose, you'll know."

Blaine chuckled and dragged Kurt in for another hug. "God, I never thought I'd miss you this much, and I'm so sorry that I freaked out like that. I was exhausted and very easy to mess with I'm afraid."

Kurt intertwined their fingers. "That was a horrible, horrible picture, Blaine, and I would have lost it too if I had seen you with another guy like that and no explanation. I should have come much sooner."

Blaine leaned in for kiss and was immediately swept away by Kurt's warm, giving mouth and the soft pressure of his lips. "Let's forget about all that," he whispered blushing.

Kurt sighed happy and squeezed Blaine's hand as they got ready to leave the airport.

"I can't believe Dubrowski let you go." Blaine said as they started walking.

Kurt let out a huff. "He didn't exactly let me go … it was more like … I informed him that I was going."

Blaine stopped. "But we talked about this, honey," he said gently.

"We did … and then I changed my mind," Kurt beamed.

"What did he say?"

"He told me, in some very flattering phrases, that if my sorry little ass wasn't planted on one of his chairs by Monday I would get fired."

"Kurt." Blaine looked at him, mildly accusingly, "is it really worth it?"

"For you? Of course. I was not going to let you be miserable across the country just because some unknown psychopathic guy is having a go at us. We're in this together. Dubrowski has been waiting for an opportunity to nail me all week anyway. If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else. I'll deal with him Thursday morning."

Blaine relaxed again and leaned closer as the walked side by side. "Thank you for coming."

"I always will, baby. So where are we going? I wasn't sure if I should book a hotel."

Blaine winked. "You're staying with me at Mercedes apartment. I have a room all to myself and we can both stay there as long as we're in LA."

They kissed again in the car; because they could and because it felt like the best thing to do in the entire world. Deep, wanting kisses, with fingers clutching shirts and whimpering sounds.

"I need to be with you," Kurt stuttered with eyes closed shut and panting breath.

"Then let's go home," Blaine gasped with a dark stare.

"Home?"

"Home is not a place, baby. Home is where you are."

"Sweet answer," Kurt said and leaned back in the seat, trying to wind down again.

Kurt admired the colorful decoration in Mercedes house and it made him miss her deeply. They had been close back in high school and she had visited him in New York a couple of times. But it felt like too little too late in the aftermath of everything she was facing right now.

"She's not home," Blaine explained and led the way into the spare bedroom where he had lived for a week. He put Kurt's bag down right next to the bed. "She is spending the day with Quinn and Sam; making sure that he is settled into the rehab center. But it seems to be really cool. I mean I've only seen the pictures, but I talked to Mercedes on the phone before you got here and she was very satisfied." While Blaine was talking he carefully unpacked Kurt's suitcase, putting clothes on hangers and making sure nothing got wrinkled.

Kurt followed him with his eyes, listening to the rise and fall of Blaine's voice and enjoying every movement. There was so much consideration behind everything Blaine did and said, and it suddenly overwhelmed him.

Blaine captured his stare and a warm smile appeared as if he could read Kurt's thoughts.

"No one could have made all this happen like you," Kurt said softly and let his attention drop down to Blaine's mouth and then back up to the golden eyes.

Blaine blinked and parted his lips. His cheeks gained color as he lingered on to Kurt as well. "I don't know about that," he said reluctantly and stepped closer. "When it comes to Sam everybody is needed."

Kurt's heart picked up pace and his breath got stuck in his chest as Blaine skimmed warm hands down his arms, barely touching him until he reached the insides of Kurt's wrists, and began to rub featherlight circles on the sensitive skin.

"Why do I always fall apart when you're this close?" Kurt whispered and closed his eyes.

"I don't know," Blaine said halfway wrecked. "But falling apart is the best thing ever."

He continued slowly down to Kurt's fingers, spreading them apart before he enlaced them with his own. "It makes worlds spin and bodies tingle," he whispered close to Kurt's neck. "It's like being strong and weak at the same time. Strong enough to love forever and safe enough to be vulnerable and lost."

Kurt shivered as the words settled. Blaine could seduce him in a split second just by the way he talked or how he moved around him, so subtle and yet so suggestive, not stopping until Kurt could hardly stand on his feet. It had always been like this.

Blaine closed the gap between them and kissed him, slowly and passionately as his hands continued over to Kurt's hips. His thumbs pressed slightly onto the soft spot next to his hip bones and Kurt instantly pushed forward with the bulge growing in his pants.

His tongue got persistent and Kurt opened up wider with a content sigh. In this state of mind, completely unglued and panting, Blaine could ask anything and Kurt would give it to him.

Blaine pulled away and captured Kurt with dark amber eyes, radiating love. Kurt inhaled sharply and began to untuck Blaine's shirt until his eager fingers found the warm skin underneath the fabric.

"You drive me crazy," Blaine mumbled and let Kurt's hands find their way around to his stomach and up to his chest. They both helped each other pull the shirt off over his head and when they started kissing again Blaine immediately worked on the buttons on Kurt's dress shirt. With the shirt wide open he cupped Kurt's cheeks, fingers spread, before he let them run down his neck and pushed the shirt past his strong shoulders.

Before Kurt knew it Blaine was behind him, lips and tongue trailing across sensitive skin, making it shiver down his spine straight to his toes. He surrendered completely and let his head drop backwards and with kisses still peppered on his shoulders and neck, Blaine's hands worked on Kurt's belt and pants.

"I swear to god, if you stop now, Blaine, I will die," Kurt whimpered and pressed his ass snugly up against his lovers erection.

"I'm not going to stop," Blaine promised through a huff of warm breath right next to Kurt's ear. "I will do this for as long as you want me to and I'll do anything you ask me to."

Kurt wet his lips and sighed with relief as his pants slid down past his throbbing cock, giving it more freedom with only the briefs holding it back. They continued to slowly undress each other, staying highly aroused for as long as possible, shifting from gentle moves to untamed passion, exploding in their veins.

Kurt responded to every caress and firm grip with shivering muscles and moans he tried to keep buried deep down in his throat. But he was failing miserably. The feeling of Blaine on top of him and around him covered his entire world until nothing else mattered and no one else existed; just Blaine. With a whimpering sound Kurt relaxed his legs to the sides and gave Blaine access to every part of his body and Blaine knew what he was asking; what he needed more than anything at this very moment; and this deep understanding between them made the intimacy the safest place to be.

Kurt dragged him down for a sloppy kiss, tilting his hips slightly to give more room as his lover gently prepared him, rubbing firm circles until his fingers penetrated the entrance and made Kurt taste of Blaine was intoxicating and the way he sucked on Kurt's tongue and lips, still moving his fingers inside of Kurt, made everything blurred; out of time and place.

"I'm too close, baby," he whimpered and dragged his boyfriend down to get a short break. "I'm not ready to let go quite yet."

"You are so beautiful when you're about to come, " Blaine whispered heatedly and wrapped himself around Kurt. "It's the sexiest sight I've ever seen" He bit his lip. "If you only knew where my mind goes when you're not around."

"Where does it go?" Kurt asked not capable of opening his eyes.

"It goes to this moment exactly, right before you allow me to push you over the edge. It's all I need to get turned on even when we're miles apart."

Kurt shivered and intertwined their hands over his head as he still slowly pushed his erection up against Blaine. Not too quickly, just enough to balance this all consuming need. "What do you do when you're alone then?" He asked and bit his lip.

Blaine smiled into a shy kiss and shifted slightly on top of Kurt. "I touch myself but in my mind it's your hands and your lips on me and I see your eyes staring back at me."

Kurt moaned by the pictures passing in his mind. "I need you inside of me now," he stuttered, "I want to feel you, baby."

Blaine kissed him again and positioned himself before he gently pushed inside of Kurt with an intense sigh. Kurt could feel him tremble as he wrapped his arms around him, one hand buried in the dark curls and the other on Blaine's ass, slowly guiding him to the right pace. Everything in Kurt melted into one absorbing feeling of being loved. It was like breathing - in and out - a little deeper every time. Move upon move that made his body tingle as their arousal swept them away.

Then he lost control; and with Blaine's name leaving his lips and echoing in his heart he let the orgasm push him over the edge; his body seizing around his lover.

Blaine slowed down in two long pushes and then he came too, buried deep in the warmth, holding Kurt tight as if he would never ever let him go. Kurt embraced him and stayed on the high while Blaine rode off the orgasm, almost sobbing into Kurt's neck.

Together their breathing found a normal rate and the relaxation seeped into the tight hug. Blaine rolled down and pulled Kurt around onto his side until they were laying tangled together with their faces inches apart.

Kurt trailed a finger along the edge of Blaine's hair line and pulled lightly in the dark, damp curls. In the afterglow they could say everything to each other. What would had felt cheesy in the light of day with all kinds of distraction surrounding them, always felt right and heartfelt when their bodies and souls tried to comprehend each other.

"You're everything good, everything desirable and everything grounded in this whirlwind of us," Kurt said without blinking.

For the rest of the day they drifted in and out of sleep only interrupted by lazy kisses and a blowjob Blaine incoherently claimed he would remember for the rest of his life. He was like a dried out well, slowly filling up again and he wish he could stay here all tangled up in Kurt forever.

When hunger finally lured them out of bed it was way past 9 pm and after a quick shower and a ridiculous huge amount of take-out, because Kurt could see Blaine was losing weight, they settled down in Mercedes comfortable kitchen.

They ate and laughed as if they didn't have a care in the world, until they were completely stuffed, having leftovers for at least two days. Then they heard Mercedes making her way into the apartment. "Hi guys, I'm home," she yelled, clearly kicking off her shoes.

Kurt winked to Blaine and then he said. "Oh shit, Blaine … um, Cedes, can you give us minute?"

Blaine strangled a laugh and rumbled around with the chairs.

"You have got to be kidding," Mercedes squealed. "If you are having a go at it on my kitchen table I swear to God you will have to replace it!"

Blaine burst into tears when Kurt started to moan. "Oh Blaine, oh Blaine, just a little higher."

Mercedes appeared in the door, with a stern look and her arms crossed over her chest. "So this is the way you thank me for letting you guys stay? I honestly thought I was interrupting something."

Kurt reached her in two long strides and pulled her in for a bear hug. "It's so good to see you, girlfriend."

She started to chuckle in his arms and held on as they rocked back and forth. "Good to see you too, boo".

"If you're hungry we have plenty of food," Blaine said with a smile.

Mercedes let go of Kurt and looked at all the leftovers. "Oh my god, have you been having a party or something?" She sat down across from Blaine, but pushed the plates aside. "I have had dinner with Sam and Quinn, which means that Quinn and I were eating and Sam was just sitting there repeating over and over again how nice it was of us to be there."

Kurt suddenly wondered if he really was prepared for visiting Sam tomorrow.. Would he be completely different? Would Kurt even know what to say? He started to clear the table as Mercedes filled Blaine in on the last two days events. They were holding each others hands as they spoke and the way they talked revealed how deep and supporting their relationship had become over the past week. Kurt experienced a moment of jealousy, but he couldn't point out if he was jealous of Mercedes or Blaine, so he shrugged it off with a smile. He was beyond blessed with the friendships he had in his life.

When the kitchen was spotless he joined them at the table. Mercedes grabbed his hand too. "I'm so happy you're here, Kurt."

He robbed his thumb over her knuckles. "Me too, honey. So what is the plan for tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm exhausted," she claimed, "so I kind of hoped you guys could be with Sam most of the day. I'm meeting up with Quinn in the afternoon and then we will take over while the exchange of money is happening."

"The exchange is tomorrow night?" Kurt asked surprised.

"Yeah, hasn't Blaine told you?" Mercedes asked.

"No, I completely forgot," Blaine admitted right away.

"Well, your mind must have been elsewhere," Mercedes teased.

Blaine blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Yes, I … um … maybe." Then he smiled. "I mean, yes, completely."

Kurt decided to save him. "We'll be with Sam tomorrow, don't worry Cedes, that's why I'm here."

"I kind of have an idea that I want to run by you," Blaine said and looked excited. "I'm thinking about buying a dog for Sam."

"A dog?" Kurt repeated.

"Yes, a Golden Retriever. He has always wanted one," Blaine explained. "They had one when he was a kid and I just … I somehow think it will be good for him."

"But now?" Kurt asked confused. "Shouldn't it be when he is better? Can he even take care of a dog right now?"

"I actually think now is a good time," Mercedes said thoughtful. "And you're right; he always talks about Snoopi, the dog they had when he was a kid. But where will you get a dog? They can be quite expensive."

"I've thought about going to one of the shelters nearby. I think that's what Sam would have done."

Kurt smiled and let his hand run down Blaine's back. "Then let's go dog-shopping tomorrow, honey."

"You think it's a good idea then?" Blaine asked with a boyish smile.

"You know that better than anyone," Kurt answered, "I completely trust your judgement."

"Great," Blaine said happy. "I've already checked the regulations about animals at the center and if it's a part of the patients recovery it is allowed."

They kept talking for a couple of hours, laughing at the silliest things until Mercedes swore she would pee in her pants if they didn't stop. Kurt was the one who had to give in first and go to bed. He was still on New York time and couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

He was almost asleep when Blaine crawled under the duvet next to him and spooned him.

"I've missed you so much," Kurt mumbled and kissed Blaine's hand.

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