Chapter 10
Blaine woke up, startled, and rolled to his back a little to pull his arm into his line of sight. He was disoriented, but knew that it was dark and it was quiet and it was warm. The arm tingled as he tried to regain feeling in the arm that had been caught underneath him. He shook it out to look at the neon green numbers flashing 4:10 on the watch he wore for hospital work. The arm draped over his hip twitched. Warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. And, oh my, a semi-hard bulge was pressing against the back of his thigh.
"Kurt," he whispered, realizing where he was and who was wrapped around him. Kurt tightened his hold on him as he felt the doctor stir, nudging a leg between Blaine's legs in an effort to get closer.
Blaine melded into the embrace, relishing in soft, sleepy sounds and the gentle, but undeniably masculine smells of Kurt. He felt the stirrings in his gut. Deep inside, desire started to bloom. An attractive man was pushed up against him, and his body was acknowledging Blaine's physical attraction to Kurt. Kurt was a beautiful man and Blaine was caught in the wonder of someone like Kurt being interested in someone like Blaine. Kurt was rich and famous and fabulous. He walked tall and carried himself proudly. He would stand up to anyone, as he had shown during the confrontation with Charlie. He could already see that Kurt was fiercely loyal to his friends and family. And he knew that Kurt was a generous loving father. He couldn't be more perfect, Blaine thought to himself. Just then, Kurt snuggled even closer; wispy breaths coming from parted lips as Kurt mumbled in his sleep. Blaine listened to see if he could make out what Kurt was saying.
"Oooooh, I like it with raspberries."
"No, no, over there. Put it there."
"Which side do you want?"
"Stay still. Let me…"
Kurt was so cute when he was sleepy mumbling, and Blaine had a hard time staying still. He didn't want to disturb Kurt, but he needed to get up. He still hadn't been home and he was supposed to pick up Kurt for brunch at 10. He really didn't have much time, so he slowly moved Kurt's arm and shifted his legs. He rolled right onto the floor with a quiet thump, but quickly turned back and placed a pillow in Kurt's arms to hug. Kurt buried his nose in the pillow, searching for a familiar smell and crinkled his nose. Again, Blaine was struck by how cute Kurt was with his scrunchy nose. He reached to push some wayward bangs off of Kurt's face and trailed curled fingers down the side of Kurt's face, stopping at his jaw. The touch lingered before he pulled back, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty.
He rose and moved the kitchen, looking for a pen and paper to leave a note.
Kurt –
I wish I could have stayed in your arms all night, there's no place I would rather be…but I needed to go home to freshen up before my early morning rounds. I don't want to be late to pick you for our first date.
I'll see you in just a few hours.
Xoxoxo, Blaine
Blaine put the note on the coffee table where he knew Kurt would see it when he woke up. He looked at Kurt's sleeping form and blew a kiss. "Sweet dreams, beautiful," and turned to let himself out.
"My prince," he heard in a barely-there sigh and Blaine couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face as we walked out.
Kurt heard the front door click and close, smiled and drifted back to sleepy thoughts.
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Blaine got away from the hospital later than he wanted and he still had some errands to run before getting Kurt. He was a sucker for fresh flowers and wanted to pick out the perfect bouquet for Kurt. He knew Kurt's coffee order and had a pot made at a local coffee shop especially for the brunch. He picked up a few of the freshest vegetables and fruits plus a dozen organic eggs at the local market. Just one more stop and he would be ready. It may have been wishful thinking, but he didn't want to be caught unprepared…just in case.
He pulled up in front of the drug store, cut the motor, then just sat. Blaine closed his eyes while he tried to work up the courage to enter the store and find the necessary supplies. Now Blaine Anderson was not a virgin, but he had not been with a man in over a year. The only release he could get to now was by his own efforts. And, he really didn't have much time for that. Truth is, he didn't want to find time or even think about sex. His fling with Charlie had caused him to be suspicious of any person who tried to initiate sex with him. Therapy had helped him come to terms with the ways in which Charlie manipulated him, taking advantage of his low self-esteem. Blaine was now confident of his own self-worth and was comfortable with his position in life. He had grown more attractive as he aged and took care of his body – a by-product of being a doctor and understanding a healthy lifestyle. But he protected his body. And he protected his heart.
Kurt. Now, Kurt was worth the risk. He wanted this. He wanted to explore and experiment and he wanted Kurt. Fabulous, beautiful Kurt. Kurt, with his alabaster skin and his long legs and delicate fingers. Yes, Blaine would be ready when the time was right.
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Blaine already had in his mind what he wanted to wear. He's been thinking about it since he had offered to take Kurt on a date. This was a crucial decision since he was going out with a fashionista. He decided to go with his first instincts to wear specific pieces that would draw attention to his best assets. At 9:25, he was changing into his red chinos, tucking in his black polo and added a red bowtie adorned with scattered eighth notes on it. He never wore socks, even when it was cold, but had on a pair of his trademark saddle shoes, these with contrasting black and gray hues. A black pea coat topped off with a yellow and red knit scarf. He looked like a fashion statement. And Kurt's once-over, when he answered the door, proved that Kurt agreed. Kurt's eyes travelled the length of Blaine's body, noting the tight hug of the chinos. He couldn't wait until Blaine removed his coat so he could see how those tight pants hugged the curve of Blaine's ass.
"Right on time, Dr. Anderson," he chirped. "And I am hungry and ready for this brunch you promised me."
"Right this way, sir. Your carriage…um, my car…is warm and ready to take us away from the real world for a few hours."
Kurt stepped out, pulled the front door closed and made sure it was locked. Everyone else had left the house earlier, scattering to their jobs. Kurt was bundled in the same coat he wore on the way home from New York, but he had added a jewel green cashmere scarf that accentuated his eyes. Foregoing his tall boots, he was wearing a part of shorter profile boots, smart looking but more practical. As always, his hair was swept away from his face and he wore his sunshades to block the light from his sensitive eyes. Blaine couldn't help but stare at this beautiful man. Who was going on a date. With him, Blaine Anderson. He did a happy dance inside his head as he offered his arm and Kurt curled his hand in elbow, allowing Blaine to lead him to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and held Kurt's hand as he eased into the car's seat. Kurt's grip on Blaine's hand tightened before he let go. It was cold outside and Blaine wanted the car to stay warm so he closed the door quickly and ran to the driver's side. He slid into his seat and backed the car down the driveway.
"Soooooo, I know it's a surprise, but surely you can tell me now. Where are you taking me for brunch, kind sir?"
"I really thought we could use some privacy. We have a lot to talk about, so I thought we could go to my house where I will cook you a gourmet breakfast, complete with mimosas and your favorite coffee."
"What!" Kurt gasped. "You cook!"
"Yes, I have been cooking all my life. I even took some cooking classes. I love a good meal and it relaxes me to cook, selecting and preparing ingredients, stirring and basting, grilling and searing. It's all an art and I am the artiste!" he laughed.
"I am surely in for a treat," Kurt said as he fluttered his eyelashes when Blaine glanced over at him.
"Well, YOU are my treat, so we will be even," Blaine flirted, his eyes focused on the roadway. But even Kurt could see the golden sparkles in the eyes that looked like pools of dark chocolate.
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Blaine drove a few miles into the country and turned on a country lane. A mile down the lane, they passed a small pond, frozen over with the winter cold. Blaine slowed down and allowed Kurt to look around. Kurt could see a fire pit, stone benches and a small gazebo by the pond, creating a post card-worthy picture of quiet winter wonder. He caught a fluttering movement in a small fir tree next to the gazebo and saw two cardinals dash out, chasing and falling through the air. Blaine saw Kurt's eyes widen and his mouth form on "O" as he watched the tiny birds flit from branch to bench, alighting on the frozen water, taunting each other, but staying close. Kurt had never enjoyed nature so fully as he shared the cardinals' joy of freedom and flight.
Blaine reached for Kurt's left hand, twined his leather-gloved fingers with Kurt's delicate pale fingers and held the hand tightly on top of the center console. He delighted in the awe on Kurt's face as he took in the view of Blaine's picturesque property.
They continued down the tree-lined driveway and just at the end of the lane, Kurt saw the most stunning white two-story cottage with a wrap-around porch and dark green shutters adorning each window. He gasped as his breath hitched in his throat. The car slowed to a stop. He felt a pull on his hand and allowed himself to be hypnotized, drawn into the honey warm eyes of the striking man beside him. With silent movement, he moved his right hand toward Blaine, reaching and cupping his hand as it came in contact with the firm line of Blaine's jawline.
"You live in a fairy tale," he murmured, the low register sending a thrumming vibration through Blaine's male being. "It's perfect," Kurt purred.
Blaine swallowed and regained what little composure he could muster before responding, "I've been waiting for you all my life, I think. I want you to like my home."
Kurt leaned in, pulling Blaine to him, and lowered his eyes slightly before re-capturing and holding Blaine's gaze. He waited patiently for Blaine to move towards him, wanting…no, needing to feel the cherry red lips that were proving to be irresistible. Kurt inched closer and noted that Blaine was leaning now. Soft breaths through parted lips, quickened by desire causing each man to lose touch with where they were, sitting in a car chilled by the nip of the occasional winter wind. They only saw each other, chestnut and chocolate, glasz and amber, sun-kissed and porcelain, cinnamon and lavender, coif and curls. Heightened sensations of swirling colors and the merging essence of two hearts drew one to the other. And just before their lips met, Blaine hummed, then spoke softly.
"I've never been kissed," he admitted, afraid to look at Kurt but not being able to avert his eyes, still captured by the tumbling emotions in Kurt's expressive eyes. Humming again, he waited for Kurt to make the next move.
"Then I'll have to make this extra special because you deserved to be kissed, Blaine. Your lips are ripe for passion and affection. I'm going to kiss you until you forget your name."
And Blaine tilted his head to the side, pushed forward, his lips softly connecting with Kurt's. Hesitant, he made no move, feeling inexperienced and unsure and waited for Kurt to lead. Once Kurt was sure that Blaine wouldn't pull away, he pressed against Blaine's mouth, deepening this kiss while letting Blaine adjust to the sensations of lingering lips. Sparks and fireworks filled Blaine's head as he succumbed to Kurt's magic. Kurt's hand continued to caress Blaine's jaw as he peppered kitten kisses all over Blaine's mouth. Blaine chased each release, hungry for more. He was already addicted and craved more Kurt kisses.
As they exited the car and BIaine wrapped his arm around Kurt to take him into the house, he knew in his heart that this kiss had been worth waiting for. Kissing Kurt proved to be just the beginning of the intimacy they would share that day.