Roommates
A/N: for anon that wanted the tattoo story... here we go :) thanks for your kind words.
Chapter 9
Kurt woke up first the next morning, still curled into the warmth of Blaine as they lay on the couch. The blanket lay over them perfectly like they had just gone to sleep. He thought about not getting up and staying in this very moment all day; watching how Blaine's lips were slightly parted as he slept, his chest rising and falling with each breath and the way his hands were clutching him closely. Then he realized that Blaine had a pretty good grip on his ass and laughed. God this guy is a pervert in his sleep too, Kurt said to himself as he knocked the hand away and gently climbed off of his friend, careful not to wake him. He quietly headed to the bathroom, noticing a note on his bedroom door as he passed, the handwriting belonging to Helen.
Kurt,
I'm working a double today so I won't be home until late. I do want to talk to you ASAP though, so make a little time for me tonight.
-H
Kurt wondered what it could be about; the thing Helen wanted to discuss ASAP but didn't dwell on it too long. He went into the bathroom and tossed the note out in the trash can, handling his business before brushing his teeth and messing around with the not styled bed hair on his head.
After a few minutes of tiredly messing around in the mirror, Kurt wearily trekked his way back into the living area dragging his feet along the way. He smiled when he saw a disoriented looking Blaine sitting up on the couch rubbing at his eyes sleepily.
"Good morning, sunshine." he called out to the adorable bad boy.
Blaine watched as Kurt walked into the kitchen and frowned. "Gorgeous…"
Kurt reached the refrigerator and turned to smirk at his tired roomie. "What?"
"Let's go back to sleep."
After a brief search of the fridge, Kurt pulled out a few items and sat them on the island. "I can't. I need to get some studying in if we're going to hang out today."
Blaine shook his head no at the thought. "No. Come here."
Kurt sighed exasperatedly. He could never win with this kid. "Let me at least cook breakfast first." He closed the refrigerator door after getting everything only for Blaine to get up off the couch, adjusting his sweatpants as he entered the kitchen, and put everything Kurt got out right back where it was inside the fridge. He turned around to Kurt who was staring at him questioningly and lifted the boy up around his thighs. Kurt let out a yelp as Blaine put the sophomore's legs around him and began to walk down the hall.
"We're going back to sleep. It's eight in the morning on a Saturday."
Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as the younger teen carried him, a faint smirk playing at his lips when he responded. "I can walk you know."
"You're always so stubborn."
Kurt scoffed as Blaine opened the door to his room and led them over to his bed, laying them down crossways. He was between Kurt's legs from the way he carried him, and staring into the blue orbs across from him. Kurt stared back for a moment, reveling in the beautiful honey color. Then Blaine got up, going to close and lock his door before placing both their phones on his bedside table. Kurt crawled up to the boy's pillows and placed his face against the cool cloth facing away from his roommate. The freshman lay next to him and pulled the covers over them before wrapping his arms around Kurt's slender body, pulling him closer. He played as the big spoon and smiled when he finally felt the stubborn boy relax into him.
"Go to sleep."
"I'm not tired."
Kurt laced his hands into Blaine's where they were around his midsection as the freshman continued. "You are too tired. Go to sleep. Stop worrying about school and food and everything else and just rest for a few more hours with me." Blaine placed a tiny kiss to the nape of Kurt's neck before settling back against his own pillow. Kurt smiled, easing back into the warmth his roommate provided and they both drifted back to sleep.
….
The sound of Lady Gaga's Born This Way jarred Blaine out of his sleep. He gently unlaced himself from around Kurt to turn to the source of the noise, sucking his teeth when the boy's cell phone caller ID read 'Charles'. He quickly answered it before Kurt could wake up from the noise.
"How's your lip doing?"
"Fuck you." Charles answered. Blaine couldn't help but smile. "Put Kurt on."
"This is going to be the first and last time we have this conversation." Blaine started, pausing briefly to yawn before he continued, "Don't call Kurt anymore. Don't think about Kurt anymore. Delete his number. Delete him from Facebook and wherever else you keep tabs on him. As a matter of fact, just forget about him completely. I'd hate to have to finish what I started the other day. Your lip."
"You're really cute, little guy. Put Kurt on."
Blaine hung the phone up with the roll of his eyes. It was pretty evident this guy was going to be hard to get rid of. He felt Kurt roll over to face his direction and move closer into him and he couldn't help but smile. Hopefully soon he'd be able to place a kiss to his lips… something he couldn't stop thinking about since the first one they shared.
The phone rang again just as he was about to wrap his arms around Kurt and once again it was Charles. Kurt's eyes fluttered open at the feel of Blaine shifting away from him yet again and the sound of his ringtone going off.
"Who is it?" he asked, sleep heavy in his voice.
Blaine pressed ignore and quickly turned the boy's phone off. "Nobody." He settled back into bed and rolled Kurt over much to the sophomore's surprise. Kurt giggled as Blaine lay on top of him and tickled the curve of his neck with his nose. "Good afternoon."
"Hello." Kurt smiled back. He allowed his hands to connect around Blaine's neck as the younger boy leant down to kiss him on the forehead.
The phone rang again, this time Blaine's and he growled his annoyance. He grabbed for it off the table and noticed it was Cooper.
"What the fucking fuck."
Kurt smirked. "What's wrong silly?"
Blaine rolled over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from his roommate. Today must be get on Blaine's last fucking nerve day, he thought.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Hey squirt… You're not still sleep are you? It's after 12…"
"What do you want Coop?"
Kurt rested his head against the pillow as he turned to face Blaine, staring at his bare back as he spoke in a short, annoyed way with his brother.
"I'm just making sure you're coming to Philly for your birthday."
"Why?"
"We want to see you. Duh."
"If there's some stupid party I'm not coming."
He heard Cooper laughing into the receiver. "It's nothing squirt, just family. Mom and dad miss you."
Blaine tried to relax himself before he spoke again because he could just about feel his blood boiling at the thought of his parents claiming they miss him after everything that happened. He felt a hand rubbing his back and automatically he felt calm. Kurt's hand traced rhythmic patterns along the length of his back and for some reason he couldn't be as mad as he really wanted to be.
"I'm busy right now."
He could almost see his older brother's face drop even though they were in separate states. "So I'll see you?"
Kurt leant his face against the boy's back and wrapped arms around Blaine's waist. Blaine held the phone to his ear as he stared down at the boy's arms laced around him tightly, making him feel like all of this would be alright.
"Yeah."
"Great." Cooper breathed into the phone sounding relieved. " They'll be so happy to see you, Blaine. We miss you around here."
"Bye Coop."
His brother sighed again. "Okay, bro. Bye."
Kurt didn't move after he hung up and Blaine didn't mind at all. "You okay?"
Blaine nodded slowly. "I'm great."
Kurt finally let go and lay down in his previous position, staring straight up at the pale blue ceiling. Blaine turned around to see him and smiled. "Don't worry about me. Today is about you." he lay down next to him for a brief moment just to stare at the milky complexion of Kurt's creamy skin. "I'm going to cook breakfast. You stay here and relax."
He hopped out of bed and made his way over to the bedroom door as Kurt snorted a little. "Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure," Blaine snapped back with a snarky tone. Kurt smiled.
"Don't burn the building down."
"Shut up."
Kurt lay back in the bed for about three minutes before he realized how wide he was smiling. This was ridiculous. No matter how hard he had tried to tell himself to stop falling for Blaine the bad boy did something to make him do the exact opposite. He tried to think less about it and reached over on to the dresser for his phone which was turned off. It made him wonder why Blaine did that but quickly got his answer when a text from Charles showed up a few minutes after he powered up the device.
I don't care that you're flaunting that jackass all over Facebook. You're doing that because you want to make me upset. You got a reaction now call me. We need to talk. –Charles
He deleted the text as soon as he read it and decided to listen to his voicemails. There was one from Mercedes and one from Tina, both girls shouting at him for not calling and then asking who the hell the hottie was that Kurt had 'all over him' on the Facebook pictures. After the rants, they proceeded to tell him that he was a dead man when he came home for Christmas. It was enough to make him throw his head in the pillows and let out a shrill scream that was thankfully masked to perfection. Everything in his life had been turned upside down and for some reason he didn't mind one bit.
….
When Kurt was finally up and in the kitchen, Blaine was over at the stove wearing a 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' apron. Kurt couldn't help but laugh as he slid into a seat at the island and with much shock watched the boy work, and rather well at that. Who knew Blaine AnderBerry could cook?
"What are we eating?"
"Eggs in hollandaise sauce with Canadian bacon, French toast, and some fresh fruits."
"Am I being Punk'd?"
"My brother always wanted to be a chef. He taught me how to cook and everything… well I can't bake for shit." Blaine stopped to laugh, "He probably could've been a good one if he wasn't such a fucking sellout."
Kurt was quiet for a while as he tried to piece together the puzzle. It didn't take him long to figure out why Blaine claimed to lose respect for his brother. Apparently Cooper neglected his own dreams to buy into the family business… something that Blaine refused to do. Kurt shook his head out of the side thoughts to pay more attention to his roomie who was now grabbing plates.
"Well it sounds very delicious. You seem to know what you're doing."
Blaine turned around and winked at him, and Kurt immediately cursed the reddening of his cheeks. Blaine laughed and turned back around, missing the way his roommate rolled his eyes as a response before he spoke once more.
"So I'm going to get my car out the lot and we can get out of here. You can do your silly studying in the car."
He handed Kurt a plate, fork, and some coffee and then turned to get his own things.
"Thank you big head. And that sounds like a plan."
Blaine sat across from him with his own food but raised his eyebrows at the boy sitting across from him. Kurt took a bite and chewed a few times before his eyes practically rolled back and he made a noise of content. Blaine gulped hard as he watched. Kurt's tongue licked his lips after he finally swallowed and he let out a quick breath before looking at Blaine in delight.
"Shit… this is de-licious, Blaine. … Why are you looking at me like that?"
Blaine shook his head adamantly before staring at his own food and shoving it down his hatch. Kurt looked at him questioningly for a moment before going back to their breakfast.
"So how was the extra sleep?" Blaine asked. He still could hear the little whimper Kurt let out as he tasted the food and the sound was going straight to his cock. He was hoping that changing the subject would help the situation.
Kurt smiled. "Oh it was good. I needed that so bad so thank you for ignoring my request to be a diligent student and force me to spend my Saturday morning sleeping. "
When Blaine hadn't responded, he looked up to find that the boy was looking at him with an unfamiliar, undefinable smile. It was one he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Blaine wear. Kurt felt his heart inexplicably beat faster as his eyes locked on the amber ones across from him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kurt tried to ask it accusingly but his voice came out in a sweet tone. Blaine glanced down at his plate but the smile never left.
"Like what?"
Kurt bit his lip and smiled too but looked away as well. "I-I don't know. Nevermind."
Blaine continued eating, sneaking what he hoped to be subtle glances at the beautiful boy across from him. He was caught a few times when Kurt peeked up himself but both would blush and look away.
This is ridiculous, Blaine thought to himself as he ate. He had to do something about his feelings and fast.
….
"I just don't understand why you'd put on jeans that tight when you know you're going out with me. I'm literally seconds away from pulling over and ripping them off."
Kurt was staring down at his English class notes, highlighting what he felt was necessary for him to pass the final. Blaine had been making inappropriate comments about his outfit since they left their apartment. It wasn't hard to ignore him at this point.
"It's not like you're leaving much to the imagination. I can basically envision all the places I want to put my tongue and how hard I'd bite you… all the places I'd mark you… where I'd put my hands… shit… we should just pull over… I'm pulling over."
"One does not simply pull over on the parkway." Kurt answered as he stared at his notes… his books thankfully placed in his lap in a way that covered up any indication that his roommate's words were getting to him.
Blaine shrugged as he switched lanes. "If they're alone with Kurt Hummel they do."
"Well I don't have loose jeans. I'm sorry."
Kurt noticed Blaine grinning out the side of his eye before the bad boy responded. "Please. Don't be."
After about ten more minutes of Blaine ranting about sexual positions that would work well for them in the car, Kurt looked up from his books and out the passenger side window. "Are we there yet?"
"About another forty minutes. Where do you want to go first?"
Kurt looked up to the heavens dramatically as he thought about it and Blaine chuckled. "I did want to stop by Dolce & Gabbana. There is this red and white striped crewneck sweater that I've wanted to see but my store isn't selling the piece for whatever reason."
Blaine nodded. I guess I'll be buying a red and white striped crewneck sweater size 'Kurt' today he thought with a sneak grin.
"Don't you even think about it Blaine!" Kurt said seriously. Blaine just laughed.
"What? I was just thinking that we need to go in there because Rachel asked me to pick her up some ¾ length dress with a floral pattern or some nonsense. When you were getting dressed she was explaining it to me and all I could think was 'god I wish Kurt was here to interpret'."
Kurt laughed. "Is that what she was going on about? I know exactly which dress she's referring to actually… but I didn't know she had such good taste."
"Well this is happening because she wants to look perfect for when we go home. With a mother that's a fashion magazine editor you better not dare embarrass her. I on the other hand don't give a shit."
Kurt shook his head with a smile as the boy continued. "Besides, you shouldn't talk bad about her. That's your future sister-in-law so be nice."
Kurt blushed at the thought but quickly fought it off with snappy response. "Hmm… I don't know. I'm not sure that I'm quite ready to marry Cooper just yet."
Blaine glared at him in silence and the blue eyed boy couldn't stop himself from bursting out in laughter at the sight.
"Oh c'mon… I'm just kidding sweetie."
Blaine focused on the road but remained quiet. The sophomore smiled inwardly at the boy's adorable angry tantrum and placed a hand on his thigh.
"You know you can't really get upset with me after last night. You know… when you wrote about your penis on my Facebook status."
Blaine smiled.
"Exactly." Kurt said with a smile of his own as he went back to his notes.
It was quiet in the car for a while. Blaine kept his sight on the road in front of him, huffing at the traffic ahead. As he braked, he quietly thought about how he wanted to go about asking Kurt to be more than friends. He knew that Kurt knew he wanted more but sometimes it helped when it was said out loud. And yeah, Kurt had just gotten out of a pretty bad relationship, but he wanted to focus less on Charles and more on the two of them. All that he wanted was to know that Kurt felt the same way he did, and that he was willing to try eventually.
"Holy crap this is my song…" Blaine turned up the volume to Pink's Fucking Perfect and Kurt stared at him in disbelief.
"What?" Blaine questioned.
"I didn't take you as a Pink person."
"Well you misjudged me. Sing with me?" he asked with a pouty face. Kurt laughed.
"I didn't know you sang."
"C'mon."
Blaine started with the second verse and Kurt was shocked that the boy had a pretty amazing singing voice. Like really good.
You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
He had poked Kurt in the side about fifteen times so the older boy finally decided to harmonize along with him. Blaine smiled widely when he heard Kurt's voice.
So complicated
Look how we all made it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
"Niiice." Blaine said as the chorus came on. Kurt laughed.
"I had no clue you could sing like that! Why do you hide your voice?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't hide it I just don't sing. Didn't have much reason to I guess. But duets with you make me change my mind. Your voice is beautiful."
The blue eyed teen blushed as he glanced out the window. They were pretty quiet, the music playing while they got lost in their individual thoughts. Kurt's mind went back to the 'your future sister-in-law' comment before he spoke up again.
"So you'd get married, huh?"
Blaine smiled at the question as traffic started to ease a little. It was definitely something on his mind, something that he always wanted. The speed at which it came was something he didn't always want to rush though. "I'd like to one day. You?"
"I think I'd love to. Couple kids, pets, picket fence… the whole nine yards. All of that one day."
"Me too." Blaine answered simply.
Kurt smiled over at him and Blaine smiled as well, his cheeks tinting a light pink before he turned his attention back to the road ahead of him as they started to drive again.
Me too, he repeated in his head.
….
Woodbury Commons was pretty packed by the time Kurt and Blaine arrived. They looked around for the first half hour, Blaine smirking at how excited his friend was as they went into different stores and wishing once more for the umpteenth time today he'd be able to reach out and kiss him whenever he wanted to.
They stayed close the whole time, hands brushing together and igniting sparks that both boys felt. When Blaine saw the blush on Kurt's face after it happened the first few times, he continued to do so, letting his fingers linger a little more each time. Eventually he had worked his hand inside of Kurt's as they entered Dolce & Gabbana. While everything was telling Kurt to push him away his body wouldn't let him do it.
They found the crewneck sweater easily. Blaine looked at Kurt observing it and even convinced him to try it on. After Kurt did so, he came out and modeled it for his roommate who nodded before asking him to turn around. Kurt did so and Blaine stared straight at his ass.
"Beautiful. You should definitely get it."
"It's almost $400 Blaine. I have rent due in a couple weeks."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Let me buy it."
Kurt shook his head no. "Give me a second to get out of this and I'll help you find Rachel's dress."
Blaine followed him to the changing room doors and leant his head against it. "Gorgeous?"
"Yes?" the sophomore called out from where he stood, gently removing the article of clothing.
Blaine was quiet for a moment before he responded. "Why can't I buy it?"
"We're not having this conversation."
The younger teen stepped back from the door when Kurt pulled it open; the sweater folded neatly in his hands. "Seriously Blaine. I adore you for hanging out with me and being the best friend I could ask for right now. I can't even count high enough to reach the amount of times you've made me smile today, not to mention this past week. On top of everything else I feel incredibly safe when I'm with you and I can't put a finger on it but I love being with you Blaine. This is all I need. I don't want the type of relationship where you throw money at me because that's the type of relationship that you resent your parents for. We have so much more than that."
Blaine stared him in the eyes the entire time he spoke. "I thought you said we weren't going to have this conversation?"
The boy had a point, though. It made Blaine wonder if he had picked the habit up from his parents, and then he started to hate himself even more. What if he had his own kids one day and did that to them?
"Can we just continue with our day? Let's go find something for Rach, okay?"
Kurt brushed past him to put the sweater back and Blaine exhaled deeply before following behind him. He watched as Kurt found the exact dress Rachel wanted and asked her younger brother what size he should get. Blaine of course had no clue, so Kurt ended up calling Rachel to get the information. He gave the clothing to his roommate and Blaine looked down at it before heading over to the cashier.
Kurt sensed that the younger teen was going to have an attitude for the rest of the day so he braced himself for it. Surprisingly so, Blaine didn't seem to behave that way. He grabbed the shopping bag from the clerk and then grabbed Kurt's hand in his other one before guiding them out the store. Kurt smiled as he got into sync with him, walking with the same speed as the curly haired freshman.
They were walking through the mall but stopped once Blaine noticed the Gucci store.
"We need luggage for our trips."
"I have luggage." Kurt answered shortly.
Blaine smirked as he dragged the boy inside.
As Blaine went off to find new suitcases, his older roomie glanced around the store. He smiled when he saw the handbag he had bought Carole for Christmas and thought about how happy he'd be when he finally stepped foot into Lima, despite wanting to get away so badly. He just really missed his father and Carole, and even Finn who would be visiting from his place in California. He missed all his old glee club members and couldn't wait to have another sleepover with his girls.
New York was amazing, and pretty much home now. But Lima was his home away from home.
"Okay, I'm all set. Want to get out of here?" Blaine asked, interrupting the boy from his thoughts. Kurt looked down at the luggage Blaine was pulling and smiled.
"You've pretty fashionable taste for someone who isn't fond of fashion." he replied. Blaine shrugged.
"It's just a suitcase, silly. Come on. Let's get matching tattoos."
Kurt laughed as he grabbed the D&G bag from Blaine so that they each had a free hand to of course hold each other's. Blaine looked at him expectantly after a few moments but Kurt shook his head.
"No."
"Why not?" Blaine asked with a thoughtful grin. "Think about it. You can get one of a key, I'll get one of a heart with a lock. Self-explanatory."
"Also corny, Blaine." Kurt answered with a smile.
Though he couldn't deny to himself that it was totally adorable.
Blaine laughed as he realized there was no budging his friend. "Fine."
They walked hand in hand in comfortable silence. Kurt glanced around the mall noting that when he actually had enough spending money he wanted to go into Dior and Brooks Brothers' and other countless places. Blaine was still plagued with thoughts about how perfect he felt with Kurt and how he wanted so much more than the simple thing they had now.
"Which tattoo was your first?" Kurt asked out of the blue. He wasn't sure why but it slipped and he was curious. Blaine looked over to him before answering as they slowly walked towards his BMW.
"My wrist one. It's the Egyptian sign for Sagittarius. Probably pointless but I really wanted it."
Kurt shook his head at Blaine's thought. "I like it. It's unique."
"Yeah," Blaine said as he looked down at it, "then came my bicep tattoo. It's identical to Cooper's. He has a cross like this one in the same spot. He came to visit on my sixteenth birthday and I saw he had it so of course I wanted it. I wanted to be like him so bad when I was little. Now I don't but I guess back then… part of me remembered that. So I copied him."
Kurt nodded but remained quietly.
"Last came the one on my chest that I didn't get too long after that. A saying my grandfather used to say when we went to visit him. He lived in Italy for the last fourteen years of his life. He loved it there and I did too really."
Kurt averted his gaze over to Blaine rather than to in front of them as they walked. "What happened?"
"He was a heavy smoker when he was younger and it caught up with him. Lost him when I was about nine to lung cancer."
"Sorry to hear that. I bet he was a great man." Kurt added with a smile.
Blaine nodded in the positive. "He really was. I didn't understand what the phrase meant until he was gone." He smiled as he repeated it, "This is life and this is joy: an hour of embracing and then to die. I can almost hear him say it. It was the code that he lived by… he did everything he wanted to during his time on earth… he accomplished all his goals and died in a place that he loved, happy. It's the exact reason why I can't live the mold of a life my parents have for me. I can't join Cooper and Rachel and take over the businesses. This is life and this is joy… I'm going to live it to the fullest, get out of it the things that I want, and I'm not going to be held down by anybody. Then when it's my time to go I won't have any regrets because I'll know I handled things according to my morals. And yes I have morals."
Kurt smiled as he thought about everything that left Blaine's perfect lips. And then he shook his head of that thought because of reasons. Now wasn't the time to think of his roommate's lips. "That's beautiful, you know. I think I have a new favorite saying." Blaine laughed and agreed as the coiffed teen continued. "I mean that's basically the motto. You only live once, right?"
Blaine smiled as he started rapping the lyrics to Drake's The Motto and tried urging Kurt to get a 'YOLO' tattoo. Of course, Kurt told him he was an idiot as they finally reached the car and put their things in the trunk.
"So movies?" Blaine asked as he closed the trunk of his BMW.
"If you let me pay, yes."
Blaine shook his head. "No."
Kurt shrugged. "Then no."
"Kurt."
"Blaine."
"Stop it."
"I'm paying."
"No you aren't."
"So let's go home."
Blaine gave the coiffed teen a particularly not amused poker face. Kurt folded his arm showing that he wasn't going to be moved.
"Fine." Blaine replied. "You pay for the movies, I pay for dinner."
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
Kurt sighed. "Why can't you just relax and be taken care of for once? I understand you and Rachel have been sort of independent and have been responsible for so long, but if you're going to help me so much I think I should have some input in this relationship too."
Blaine listened as he leant against his car. He pulled the older boy close by the waist until Kurt was flush against him. The sophomore instinctively rested his hands on Blaine's chest and didn't even bother internally yelling at himself for the situation he was allowing himself to be in right now. He chanced a glance over into the golden eyes he adored and felt himself melting.
Blaine exhaled against him, eyes closed briefly before opening them and staring straight into the ocean colored ones across from him.
"I like you Kurt."
The quote was reminiscent to the first time they kissed. Their foreheads were placed together and Blaine could feel Kurt's breath along his lips. He could almost taste him before decided the closeness of their proximity was too much and not enough at the same time. He leant a few centimeters forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's. Everything he felt the first time they kissed came back; the way his heart sped up and the desire to be even closer than they were already were came back, the way he felt like he was about to take off from being so content… and the way that nothing else existed but Kurt Hummel.
He felt Kurt's hand coming up to cup his cheek and the older teen deepened it, his tongue slowly entering Blaine's accommodating lips and exploring his mouth for the first time. It was exciting and new for the both of them. Kurt's tongue circled around Blaine's piercings curiously as he became acquainted with the wonderful taste and feel that was the bad boy opposite him. His body was on fire, his heart was racing, and his hips were tingling in the places that Blaine's hands had landed. This wasn't something Kurt ever felt from a simple kiss.
Blaine could only focus on how different this felt from anyone he had ever kissed. He loved the time he spent with Jessica but it wasn't ever right. Other guys were just fun and games and he only kissed them as a way to advance the foreplay. When he kissed Kurt though, the world departed and left him behind… or he departed and left the world behind. Maybe both. He felt like this would always be what he needed and he wasn't sure how he went without it as long as he did.
He gave a groan of discontent when Kurt pulled away looking a little out of breath. His lips were red from the kissing and his blue eyes darkened in a way that Blaine couldn't deny excited him.
"I like you, Blaine." Kurt answered, smirking slightly at the triangle eyebrow that rose in response.
"I hope you're not joking." Blaine said seriously. "I really do, because I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. I'm tired of being hurt and disappointed. I'm tired of being angry all the damn time. But when I'm with you…" he trailed off, brushing his fingertips across Kurt's perfectly creamy skin, "when I'm with you I don't feel any of that…. And it scared me at first because it's so new and I'm waiting for you to do what everyone else does—"
"I'm not perfect, Blaine, so please don't hold me up on a pedestal—"
"You are to me."
"I'm not Blaine. We have to be honest with each other, because I really like you and shit it scares me too when I think about it. But the truth is, we'll probably end up hurting each other along the way—" he paused when he saw Blaine's face falling to reassure him, "Not necessarily on purpose, but that's life. No relationship is perfect, whether it's mother-daughter, sister-brother, or two people falling for each other." Kurt stopped to compose himself because the way Blaine was stroking his face was making him want to lean in and kiss him again. "What will define our relationship is whether or not we want it bad enough to get through our differences, or whether we don't care and let our differences win."
Blaine nodded as he dropped his hand and returned it around Kurt's waist. "You're right. So when can we try? I need you."
"You have me," Kurt answered sincerely, "but I want you to be sure of what you want."
Blaine's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well you were so sure who you were when we first met. You didn't want this at all," he said, gesturing between them as best he could, "and then you mentioned wanting to be my friend with benefits."
Blaine laughed as he placed his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"Seriously," Kurt continued with a laugh, "This all happened so fast. I don't want you to think you want me because it feels good right now, only for you to realize you don't want me at all. I don't want to be some temporary high."
"Like I said," Blaine answered, reclaiming Kurt's gaze, "You make me feel safer than I've ever felt Kurt. Like I'm worth the effort—"
"Because you are—"
"And I think about you constantly. I'm the happiest screw up in the world when I'm with you."
Kurt frowned. "Stop calling yourself that Blaine."
Blaine ignored him. It is what it is. "So how will you know I'm 'sure' or 'ready' or whatever?" he asked, combined with sarcastic air quotes. Kurt smirked.
"You'll know."
"Fuck that. I'm ready now—"
"You don't have to curse." Kurt cut in with a smile.
"If this is about me… I'm sorry for cursing gorgeous… but if this is about me then I'm one hundred percent ready. You aren't temporary. If this is about you then I understand."
Kurt grabbed his hand and led him towards the large AMC movie theatre in the distance. Blaine followed in silence as he waited for Kurt to say something… anything really. He would've been content with hearing the boy recite the alphabet backwards if it meant he got to hear his beautiful voice. Kurt finally spoke a minute later putting the freshman out of his misery.
"Honestly, I had every intention of taking a break and just focusing on Kurt Hummel. But you are always there. And you let me do nothing for myself."
Blaine smiled. "I guess that's the type of boyfriend I'd be. Run while you have the chance."
Kurt laughed. "I'm not going to run. You make it hard for me to do anything but think about you."
"So what are we going to do?" Blaine questioned as he stared at the ground.
"How about this," Kurt began after a few moments of pondering, "we'll talk about it on Christmas."
Blaine was put off by the idea. "But we'll be in two different states."
"True," Kurt added, "but it'll be a great gift if we decide we want to."
"It will." Blaine said quietly.
They were both quiet for a few minutes as they neared the theater. Blaine kept glancing over to Kurt who looked pensive as he thought about how they could make it work.
"Fine." Blaine finally said. "You're more than worth the wait."
Kurt smiled. He knew someone would believe the same thing about him that he believed about himself.
Blaine held the door open for him as they entered the AMC.
"So what movie are we seeing?" Kurt asked. He scanned the list of movies but wasn't sure what any of them were about.
"Whatever you want gorgeous. It's your day."
"Hmmm…." Kurt glanced around to see what time they were starting before he decided he'd get a recommendation from the employees. "Here," he said, "take this and get snacks okay? I'm going to buy the tickets."
Blaine looked at the $20 bill with repugnance before he took it and headed off to the concession stands. Kurt rolled his eyes and headed over to the ticket booth.
Blaine asked for an extra-large buttered popcorn, some Mike & Ike's, and a large diet coke. When the girl told him the total, he handed her his card and glanced around to make sure Kurt wasn't watching as she swiped and handed it back to him.
When he finally got all of their order, Kurt showed up holding two tickets.
"How does 'The Danger Plan' sound?"
"Stupid." Blaine answered, grabbing two straws.
"Good." Kurt replied with an adorably sexy grin, if you leave it to Blaine to describe. "I wanted to make out with you in the back row anyway."
He grabbed the drink and straws from Blaine and began to walk away. Blaine stood there dumbfounded for a few moments, watching as Kurt's hips swayed seductively before he finally ran to catch up, popcorn spilling out and Mike & Ike's clacking together in their packaging. He slipped the twenty dollar bill into the boy's tight back pockets and disguised as a pinch. Kurt swatted his hand away playfully and Blaine smirked at him and followed it with a wink.
They went into the theater and up into the back row, making big on their silent pact to make out as their tongues explored each other's methodically. Eventually they realized the action of the film was amazing and they ended up stopping every few minutes to stare at cars blowing up.
Maybe it was too early to say they were falling in love, but Blaine thought it was one hell of a start.
….
"Wake up, Kurt."
Kurt swatted the hand away that was poking his side.
"Kurt. Come on I said I wanted to talk to you tonight. Well it's no longer night because you got in so late but I need to talk to you. "
Kurt's eyes blinked open a few times at the sound of Helen's voice. He rolled over in his bed to look at her. She was standing by the side of his bed apparently trying to get a good look at his arm. Oh yeah… the bruises.
Kurt turned the lamp on and rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the bed. "Helen. It's like three in the morning."
She smiled and sat at the end of his bed. "Well I knocked on the door when I came in at ten but you weren't here. I'm guessing you were out with Blaine because he wasn't here. Rachel was blasting show tunes though."
"I was out with him, yes."
"Well," the girl continued, "I needed to speak with you, and since he's actually in his own room tonight I guess now would be a good time."
Kurt rubbed his forehead tiredly. "What are you getting at, Helen?" he breathed out.
"He's a bad idea."
"I'm not discussing this with you."
"He's going to play you. He made it clear he wants to fuck you, and you're entertaining him? Why give him the time of day?"
Kurt stared at her blankly.
"Maybe I'm reaching," she continued, "maybe it's that I still have faith in Charles and I know he could change. I know how much you helped him, Kurt."
"Helen, get real!" Kurt basically shouted out. It was three in the morning and she woke him up for this bullshit? "Honestly, Charles cheated on me, Charles hit me, and Charles probably never gave a damn about me. Now I know that you're his friend and I loved him once, so I don't want you to stop believing in him. But believe in him for someone else."
"Blaine isn't the one for you, Kurt. Open your eyes!"
"My eyes are open! I don't want you to worry about me. I'm a big boy. You don't know anything about what Blaine and I have and I'm not going to explain it to you so please, you have work soon. Just … go to sleep. I need to get some rest too."
Helen stood up defeated but made her way to the door.
"You're making a mistake, Kurt. Don't come to me when he's broken your heart."
Kurt collapsed against the pillows after she closed the door. He knew people wouldn't understand him and Blaine but all that mattered to him was that they got each other.
And they did.
A/N: Okay. Wrote and updated all three fics in less than 24 hours so I shall now go to sleep. If you have tumblr and want to follow me for updates and previews you can find it on my profile page.
I own nothing, btw. Except for The Danger Plan.I wish you could see it.
-Janelle.