A/N: Hello! Chapter Ten of Getting To Know You is here! This is mostly a filler chapter because the next will feature Regionals. This chapter brings up some past storylines and we get a little steamy make out from Klaine ;) Also, wasn't "The New Rachel" great? I thought it might not be as good but it was! Also, wouldn't it be something if "Klaine" turned out to be the new centered couple since Blaine is the "new Rachel"? *fingers crossed!*
Warning! Swearing, boy on boy make-out
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or its characters. All property goes to Fox, Ryan Murphy, and the rest of its rightful owners.
Getting To Know You
Chapter Ten: Reassurance
I was freaking out.
It just now hit me that Regionals is next week and I feel like the lead male vocalist. As thrilling and exciting as you think I might be, I am petrified. It was a day after school, Blaine was in his room starting home work too early, and I was in my room going through the songs, playing the instrumentals over and over.
I hit every note every time but what about performance night?
I've wanted this for so long I can't screw up and make myself, the New Directions, Mr. Shue, and McKinley look bad…Oh this is such a big pressure.
Knock Knock
"Who is it?" I snapped, gritting my teeth in frustration.
"Um…it's your boyfriend but he can come back later…" he said slowly, probably a little surprised at my tone.
"Come in, Blaine," I sighed, throwing my head back against my bed and closing my eyes. I heard my bedroom door open and close, and some light footsteps.
Then Blaine stated, "You don't look so good."
"Gee, thanks honey," I retorted.
"No! I mean…are you stressed or something?" I heard him asked worriedly.
I opened my eyes just to turn my head in his direction and narrow my eyes as in a what-do-you-think kind of way.
His thick eyebrows rose at my expression. "Okay let me rephrase that question…What are you stressed about?"
"Regionals," I sighed. "I'm freaking out over this solo. What if I screw up? What if someone laughs at me? What if I mess up the choreography and can never live it down? What if—"
"Honey breathe, you're going to be fine," Blaine assured sitting next to me on the bed and rubbing my leg, which was kind of distracting.
"Yeah Mr. Twenty Solos…" I grumbled sarcastically.
Blaine stopped rubbing my leg and poked me in the chest. "You sung 'Candles' with me. So technically this isn't your first time."
"Yes a duet. Not a solo," I corrected him.
"Look I know how it felt when I got my first solo. I worked and worked to get my way to the lead solo status and it was exhilarating when I got my first one. Then I couldn't believe and grasp the fact that I had to sing in-front of people like it was something completely new," Blaine explained.
My heart warmed at the thought of a younger Blaine freaking out over his first solo like I am right now, it seemed adorable.
"So what did you do?" I asked, sitting up to face him properly.
Blaine's lips moved to the side as he thought a bit. "My first time, I didn't think about the audience. It was just me, the stage, the choreography and the other members, and the music. But just think as the music as your core focus. We're entertainers, music is what moves us. What calms us," he replied.
I nodded, "So just…get lost in the music when I get nervous?"
Blaine nodded back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Yes and everything you rehearsed for and I promise you are going to kill this thing."
I blushed, remembering last year when we were both juniors at Dalton and I was freaking out singing "Candles" with him.
I turned my face to look into his deep, hazel eyes. "I love you," I said quietly, smiling.
He offered me a warm, loving smile. "I love you too," he said before giving me a peck on the lips.
We sat on the bed like that for a few quiet moments, with our foreheads touching and Blaine's arms wrapped around my shoulders, enjoying the quiet and sudden peace that I felt.
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked slowly with an approaching smile.
"Sure! What?"
"Give my shoulders a rub," I smiled.
"Of course," Blaine said immediately, smiling back.
His arms fell to my mattress and motioned for me to lie on my stomach on my bed. I complied and felt both of his knees nudging my sides as he straddled my back above me.
Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, rubbing slowly and gently at first and then applying pressure. I sighed quietly, enjoying the sensation he was causing.
"Ugh that feels good, so much better than when I try to do it myself," I sighed. Then I bit my lip at how suggestive that must have sounded if we weren't talking about massages.
"Just want you to feel good," I heard Blaine say quietly after a while; he must have been thinking the same as me. "So…are you still freaking out?" he asked.
"Not as much but I'll be lying if I said I'm not nervous about it," I replied as I felt Blaine's fingers press harder into a certain sore muscle.
"What do you have to be nervous about? Other than the whole solo thing?"
"What if I'm not good? You sing a lot more—"
"Hey whoa, whoa, don't compare you to me," Blaine interrupted me, suddenly stopping the amazing sensation and his hands travelled down to my hands as he held them. "Where is this coming from? I thought the Kurt Hummel I fell in love with was a fabulous diva."
"So you won't love me if I'm not a diva?" I pushed him, sitting up to face him.
"Baby I love you either way. I love both of you," he said and we both laughed as he gave my hands a little squeeze. "You are amazing, Kurt. You are so talented; there is not a voice out there like yours. I would love to listen to you sing all day," he complimented me as his face inches closer and his eyebrows rose.
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Really," he replied, giving me a peck on the lips. "Feel better yet?" he asked with an adorable smile as he pulled away.
"A little," I smiled with a little shrug, truthfully just wanting him to kiss me more. He gave in to my indication and gave me another peck on the lips, keeping his face inches from mine.
"How about now?" he asked lowly.
"I might need a little more reassurance," I said quietly, looking straight into his eyes that were close to mine.
"Well I know what I should do about that," he said also quietly but with a low tone that made me shiver. He tilted my head back with his hand and kissed me deeply. I sighed quietly into the kiss; enjoying what small time we had together to do things like this.
I felt his tongue pressing against my lips so I opened my mouth and moaned at his tongue pressing against mine and raking underneath my teeth. He must have liked that reaction because he lowered me to the bed and lied on top of me, continuing to kiss me deeply.
Our kiss turned away from the innocent and slow kissing it started with and turned more heated as our tongues began to battle for dominance and our bodies were basically touching if it weren't for our clothes.
He pulled away and I began to breathe deeply, suddenly realized how that fierce, deep kiss had knocked the breath out of me. It wasn't long before his kisses began to travel down to my neck, sucking on the skin there.
Damn him, he knows how sensitive my neck is. I threw my head back and moaned, giving him more room to devour my neck.
"Be quiet baby, what if Finn is down the hall?" I heard him say lowly between sucks.
Oh no he didn't.
First of all honey, don't bring up my brother when we're making out.
Secondly, how do you expect me to not react this way when you know so well how sensitive my neck is?
For a little revenge, and knowing where his sensitive spot is, I took advantage of him wearing a thin shirt today and pressed my fingertips to his chest, purposely rubbing over his very sensitive nipples.
He let out a high moan at the sudden touch and then began to bite my neck, which he knew drove me crazy.
Oh so it's leading to this, is it Anderson? Battle of the sensitive spots?
I smiled and pressed my fingertips harder and then scratched my finger nails at the sudden little hardened nubs I could feel underneath my fingers. Blaine took it further and began to travel even lower, sucking on the spot between my neck and my shoulder.
Oh god stop, my pants are suddenly even tighter right now than they are supposed to be. I began to pinch his hardened nipples and that's when his hips bucked forward and his very hard erection rubbed against mine.
I gasped trying to swallow a very low, very loud moan.
"Okay, okay we need to stop," I said in a rush.
Blaine instantly pulled away, giving both of us time to catch our breath back. I sighed heavily, feeling a little guilty for leaving him with an aching erection and aching nipples but to be fair, I am probably just as hard and I now need to check for hickies.
"So was that…good reassurance?" Blaine breathed out.
I blushed, oh yes what we were originally flirting about. Before I got super turned on and sensitive and my pants tightened.
"Yeah I uh…I shouldn't be nervous anymore," I breathed out, glancing down at the obvious hard-on from my pants.
"I need to go…finish my homework," Blaine muttered before giving me a kiss on the forehead and leaving.
Sure Blaine…homework. I know you are going to go in your room and jerk off, which I shouldn't judge him about, because that is exactly what I am going to do.
I locked my bedroom door behind him and lay across my bed, listening in the quiet for the indication that Blaine is in fact, jerking off. I waited as I un-zipped my pants and then I heard it, a low, short, moan that seemed muffled. I wonder what he did to muffle it but that goes to my imagination.
I began to immediately imagine Blaine's hands on mouth on me everywhere as I got rid of this aching pain that both of us caused.
…
I am not sexually frustrated with my boyfriend.
Blaine and I kiss and make out and touch each other above the waist all the time, I'm just not sure if we are ready to take that step.
I don't even know if we're both ready.
In that situation yesterday, sure we could have taken care of each other if we were both ready for that but I don't think we are.
And I definitely don't want to pressure Blaine into anything right now, especially because of this emotional and physical healing he's going through. What kind of person in their right mind would want to go through with that knowing that the other person is in pain because of bruises, welts, burnt marks…Ugh, that man makes me sick.
Being it was a Saturday, Blaine usually sleeps in and I like to go for a walk in the local park. When I came in that morning after my walk and a shower, I was going to see if Blaine was still asleep. I slowly opened his door and saw him sitting at his desk, watching something on the computer.
I focused on the screen to see what it was.
One day you will wake up with nothing but your sorrys'
Oh my god that's me on the screen.
In a Dalton uniform.
At Regionals last year.
And some day you will get back everything you gave me!
The Blaine on the screen held out the breath-taking note, and the Blaine in the room was still sitting in his desk chair, eyes glued to screen with a smile on his face, not noticing me in his doorway standing.
"Blaine?" I asked him.
He suddenly gasped and jumped; he turned around and saw me and then he paused the video and minimized it to the tool bar, which was funny considering I already know what he is watching.
"Hi, Kurt," he breathed out.
"What are you watching?" I asked slowly, getting closer to him.
"Nothing." He smiled, blushing, and looked away.
"I already know what you're watching and it's cute." I shrugged.
"Cute?" he managed to look at me to raise one of those adorable, bushy, eyebrows.
"Yeah well the look on your face when you freaked out was adorable and the fact that you're watching us perform last Regionals is also kind of cute, although I don't know why because you aren't telling me," I answered smugly.
"Fine, I'm watching us last years at Regionals happy?" Blaine said quietly, maximizing the screen on the toolbar, revealing the both of us in-front of the group of Warblers with our mouths open singing.
"Where'd you find this?" I asked intrigued.
"Dalton website," he grumbled quietly.
"Why are you watching it?" I asked lightly.
"I just—I like hearing and watching us sing together. And out of all the performances I did back at Dalton, this was my favorite," Blaine replied, a little embarrassed.
"And why is that?" I asked with a tiny smile.
"Because if I never spoke up in that Warbler meeting—for us to sing this duet together for this performance…I don't know where we'd be right now." He shrugged. "And this reminds me of where we started and…how far we've come."
I smiled lovingly at him as I wrapped my arms around his shoulder. "Remember how we were afraid to hold hands back then?" I asked.
He nodded, "We do a lot more than that now."
"You used to continually ask before you kissed me," I stated, looking at a slightly younger version of us. Blaine leaned closer and captured his lips with mine, proving my point of how we kiss each other all the time, as long as we're not in public places.
"Want to watch with me?" he asked against my lips after he pulled away.
"I'd love to," I replied, moving my arms carefully lower to his waist and carefully placing my chin on his shoulder.
As his hand moved the mouse to press the playback button, his phone buzzed.
"Hang on," he said, picking up the phone and reading the text silently and then texting out a reply.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"It's um…Chandler." He shrugged a shoulder, continuing to type.
I bit my lip thinking about Chandler's boyfriend Matt, that disgusting, wants-to-be-two-timing, pervert.
"I thought you didn't like him," I stated.
"Eh…he's alright. Once you get past his impression," he said as he pressed send and put the phone down and reached for the mouse again.
"If you don't my asking…what are you talking about?" I asked, a little insecurely, stopping him from playing the video.
He looked back at me and smiled with an adoring look. "Of course you can ask but we're just…talking about…parents," Blaine quietly grumbled the last part.
"You're talking about his parents?" I asked confused.
"No, mine. Well my dad since I haven't seen my mom in forever. His dad is also abusive," Blaine explained.
Wow, when I told Chandler about Blaine I never expected him to come from the same environment. I scrunched my eyebrows wondering why he so openly told Chandler about his father when he made a huge deal that day at McKinley when the New Directions found out.
"When did you tell him about your dad?" I asked.
"I didn't. You did."
I gasped with wide eyes.
Crap. I knew nothing good would have come of Chandler torturing me with burning my favorite sweater, forcing information out.
Although I'm not sure why he did that and how he could possibly even think that way of Blaine to force information out of me.
"I'm not mad but we started talking about it almost a week ago and…it's nice having someone I can talk to who can relate…but I do love talking to you and—"
"I get it Blaine. You do need someone you can relate to about this," I interrupted him, rubbing a small circle on his hip.
"He also wondered if you'd be open to—to a double date with him and Matt? Breadsticks tonight?" Blaine asked. I would have said a flat-out "no" to anyone else because I never want to see Matt again, but Blaine's eyes were so hopeful like he was asking his mom for a puppy.
How could I say no?
"Tonight? Do we not have a life?" I asked, trying to get him to change his hopeful mind.
"Come on Kurt, we aren't doing anything tonight. Do you want to or not?" he asked. I bit my lip, I know he is giving me a say in this but I don't want to lock Blaine up in my house all the time and the both of us could use a little fun.
Even if it is with someone I never want to see again.
"Sure. Let's do it," I forced a smile and Blaine smiled giddily back at me and finally played the video.
Tonight is going to suck way more than I thought it would.
…
"Kurt come on! We're going to be late!" Blaine yelled from my bathroom door.
I know that, hence the reason I don't want to go. I sighed but opened my bathroom door anyway, revealing a Blaine with gelled-back hair, a deep-colored polo with dark jeans, and some sharp shoes.
He looked gorgeous.
"You look amazing," he breathed out.
"So do you," I said. I really wanted to be the first one to give a compliment, but knowing Blaine as the gentleman, he beat me to it.
He reached out for my hand and I laughed at his cheesy romance and took it, he then, also being the gentleman, pulled me close to him and gave me a chaste kiss before leaving the house.
I do miss going on dates with him.
But I have a feeling that I'm going to wish tonight is over with as soon as it began.
It turns out that the four of us got a booth at Breadsticks with Blaine and me sitting together on one bench, and Chandler and Matt on the other. It also turns out that Matt had to sit across from me, and being it was a booth, he could play footsie with me as much as he pleased.
We were waiting for our order and Chandler was telling us all a story about him and Matt mistakenly went to a straight bar thinking it was a gay bar.
It sounded funny but I couldn't indulge in the story like Blaine when there was a pervert rubbing his foot against my calf. I tried repeatedly to kick his foot away but he must have liked that and he went higher. I wasn't going to make a scene because Blaine was having a great time for once and I didn't want Chandler to know that his boyfriend is a disgusting creep.
As much as I kept giving Matt the stink-eye, he just offered me a smug smirk and then looked enthralled by his boyfriend's story. I did try to move my feet away but the booth wasn't exactly "roomy".
Chandler's story was finished and we were all laughing but Matt continued to rub his foot against mine, our food arrived and as much as I tried to enjoy the sensation of my grilled chicken salad, Matt's foot would not go away. I'm actually pretty sure the little moan I made considering I was enjoying my meal, made Matt's foot goes even higher. Not just a little higher.
No.
To my knee.
Also according to my luck, under my knee is a very ticklish spot that he began to nudge with his toes, rubbing against my ticklish spot. I began to laugh and try to move my legs but they bumped into Blaine's feet, I gave Matt a "stop-for-the-love-of-GaGa- I-don't-even-like-you" look, but he seemed to enjoy and rubbed harder.
"Something you'd like to share, Kurt?" Blaine asked, rubbing his feet together.
"I...uh...I—nothing," I squeaked, quite highly as well. Matt rubbed even more and I bit my lip, trying to stop my ticklish laughs, completely unable to eat my food.
He must have noticed how much I was struggling because his foot went even higher, and rubbed on the inside of my thigh before I could close my legs shut, his foot moved to my crotch, moving ever so slowly.
My mouth opened wide in disgust and horror but that didn't stop him.
Ugh, I can't take this disgusting, perverted action any longer.
"Stop!" I screamed.
Blaine, Chandler, and Matt stared at me. Matt stared at me with a you-better-not-tell-anyone stare but did he seriously think I wasn't when his foot was at my crotch?
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked concerned.
"I—I want to leave," I whispered into his ear.
"Is everything okay?" he whispered back. I shook my head, horrified to say what happened in-front of poor Chandler. "Well what's wrong?" he whispered again.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Chandler asked from across the table.
"I just want to go. Please, Blaine?" I begged.
"Kurt we're eating. If it's not an emergency can we not wait until we're finished?" I shook my head furiously, really wanting to get out of here. "Tell me why then," he stressed.
"I can't," I stressed back.
"Yes you can what is going on?" he asked, full of concern into my eyes.
I sighed, "Can I talk to you outside please? In private?"
Blaine hesitated but eventually shook his head and climbed out of the booth. "Sure, we'll be right back," he said to Matt and Chandler. But if Blaine takes this news like I think he is, we probably won't be back soon.
I followed him outside the double doors of Breadsticks and Blaine immediately questioned me as our feet touched the pavement. "What's going on, Kurt?"
I took a deep breath before replying, Blaine just continued to look at me confused. "Matt is…into me," I sighed.
Blaine's eyebrows rose. "Huh?"
I sighed again, more frustrated this time, "He wants to cheat on Chandler with me, and wants me to cheat on you with him," I clarified.
Blaine took a step back, immediately horrified by what I told him. "Did he tell you that?" he asked me quietly. I nodded in response. I scoffed, "When?"
"At the—at the park almost a week ago," I replied nervously, twiddling my thumbs.
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have never made you have to see him if I knew he wanted to do that," Blaine said, coming closer to me and speaking softly.
"Because I just—I wanted for us to have fun and go out and I knew you wanted to go and—"
"Kurt you can have a say in anything I want us to do together. It's a two-way street, alright?" Blaine interrupted.
"I know that," I sighed.
"Well you should have said something," he crossed his arms, obviously ashamed of me keeping this to myself. I looked up—or, well down sort of—at him with pleading eyes.
"I know and I'm sorry I just didn't want you to have to stay coped up at my house when we could go out and have fun and he was rubbing his foot against my leg and—"
"He did what?" Blaine asked his voice low and firm.
I swallowed thickly, oh shit. Well, the cat is out of the bag, might as well tell him the rest. "And then to my thigh and—"
"Right in-front of me and Chandler?" Blaine gasped.
I ignored his question and finished, "And then his foot went to my crotch."
Blaine's eyes widened and he walked to the door, shaking his head. "Okay I'm talking with him."
"Please Blaine no don't get mad. " I followed after him and grabbed his arm. The last thing I wanted was some huge fight, resulting in us being banned from the restaurant.
"Don't get mad? He was rubbing his foot against your crotch. Am I supposed to let that slide?" Blaine shrugged.
"I was hoping you would," I said quietly, realizing it was probably a stupid answer.
"Kurt he cannot just play with you like that and not expect to get an earful from your boyfriend. Bring him out here." He stepped aside from the door and leaned against the wall, obviously waiting for me.
I let out a small whine; this is not what I wanted. "But Blaine I just—" He began to move to the door. "Okay I—I'll go get him," I said in a rush, placing my hand on his shoulder as I went inside.
After leaving a steaming, shaking, angry Blaine, and an awkward conversation with Matt, leaving poor Chandler alone in the booth, Matt followed me outside. I was relieved that Blaine was still angry but not as angry as before.
"What's up, man?" Matt approached Blaine with a small shrug.
Blaine gave Matt his best "bitch, please" glare. "Don't do that. Are you interested in my boyfriend?" he asked him bluntly. I stepped off to the side, really wanting to stay out of this but it does involve me so I can't stay out much.
"Excuse me?" Matt's eyes widened as he shot me a short, angry, glare.
"Kurt told me you've been rubbing against him all night and you want a little action on the side with him, is that true?" Blaine got close to Matt, threatening him obviously.
Matt scoffed, "Look I don't know what he's been telling you but—"
"I trust him, he wouldn't lie to me. Is it true?" Blaine interrupted his former friend, raising his voice. Matt backed up against the wall of the restaurant and continued to look back between Blaine and me. He sighed, looking off to the side from Blaine's eyes.
"Yes," he said quietly.
Blaine shook his head in response, "You know I originally sent Kurt in there to get you so I could punch you. But I'm not going to do that because violence really leads to nowhere good. Kurt and I are leaving and I suggest you stay away from him unless you just really want a punch in the face. I meant it; I'm not playing around Matt."
"Fine, I'll leave you two alone, he probably wouldn't put out for me anyway," Matt smirked and walked inside the restaurant.
Jealousy or anger or maybe even both rose up in Blaine and he began to head towards the door, to obviously punch the crap out of him.
"Blaine, don't!" I shouted, grabbing Blaine's wrist in time before he could make a scene by punching Matt in the restaurant. He sighed frustrated and walked away from the door, leaning against the wall once more.
I leant beside him and waited for him to cool down before speaking. "I really appreciate you taking the high road. That was…amazing," I said quietly, rubbing his arm a little. He turned to look at me with a loving smile, and then his smile faded.
"Out of instinct I wanted to punch him, after what I've…observed from my dad. But I don't want to be like him," he shook his head, looking down.
I grabbed his chin and lifted his head up, to look at me. "You won't. You really proved that right now, you are better than him," I stated. My heart warmed as his loving smile appeared back on his face. I smiled back as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and relaxed my cheek against his.
"Would you like to go home and cuddle watching TLC?" I asked.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Blaine breathed out and we both laughed.
"Oh and one more thing? You really do look gorgeous tonight. I miss our dates. But next time no more creepers," I squeezed his hand as we walked back to my car.
Blaine looked at me with an amused smile. "Deal."
A/N: Coming up in three weeks: Regionals! I can't tell you everything that happens with that chapter but some big things happen. Stay tuned and "Finding Courage" will be updated next Monday! Don't forget to review and love and Klainebows to all!