Chapter 9

They ended up ordering Thai. Both agreed that one week straight of Breadstix was enough. Blaine was the one driving this time, considering Kurt wore himself out from school. He kept dozing off for the first five minutes drive until Blaine forcefully demanded them to pull over and switch. He didn't realize he fell asleep half way until Blaine woke him up. Slightly disorientated, he was lead by his brother into their house. Dad wouldn't be home tonight. He had informed him the company was on a big project, and his boss required his input with a promising yearend bonus. He didn't bother to shower first. He let Blaine put away his belongings while he landed himself on the couch with a thud.

He must be really tired because he felt himself floating away right after he made contact with the leather. He didn't realize Blaine had returned to living room. He felt a pair of hands gently guided him to lie on his stomach. Blaine put a pillow to support his head and tenderly tugged away his shoes, before lifting his legs on the other end of the couch. He vaguely registered his brother hovered over his thigh, feeling the couch lightly dipped on the extra weight. He was too exhausted to ask what Blaine was doing but he was answered when Blaine's palms applied pressure on his back. His hands moved slowly in circle, starting from his shoulder down along his spine to slightly above his hips before tracing back its path. They repeatedly massaged the boy underneath, and Kurt almost groaned guiltily when they reached a particular sore spot. 'There… right there Blaine again….'

Blaine chucked affectionately, 'Your wish is my command.' He pressed harder and was pleased when Kurt gave a contended sigh. Kurt deserved a reward after such a long day. He knew his brother had ran himself out, this was the least he could do for his Kurtie. He must admit though, his first intention was purely innocent. He just wanted to make Kurt relax and as he was doing his job above his brother, he might have 'accidentally' pressed his crotch on Kurtie's butt. When Kurt gave that sinful groan he was so tempted to take his Kurtie right then and there, but his brother might not have appreciated his action. So haply he would lean forward to reach Kurt's shoulder as excuse, to make sure his groin was rubbed in a tiniest bit. Kurt was to drunk in relaxation to be aware of his doings.

Not long after, too soon in Blaine's opinion, the happy moment was popped by the ringing bell. He cursed inwardly at the bad timing, he was enjoying his pleasure ride and he was certain Kurt was too. Blaine leaped off the couch in annoyance and went to pay for their food. He glared murderously while waiting for the change, and slammed the door in the ()'s face right after. He carried the food to the living room and much to his dislike, Kurt had gotten up and was preparing the coffee table. 'Thanks again for the back massage. I feel refresh now.' Kurt smiled gratefully at him.

'That's what brothers are for. How's your headache?'

'There's still light throbbing but nothing serious.' Kurt replied and finished setting the table. Both brothers sat down side by side and ravished their food, having some light talks. Both boys valued each other's company, with so much drama going on in their home they were all they had for each other. Blaine once in a while would sheepishly glimpse at his brother when Kurt was not looking. He walked into the kitchen and searched through the cupboard when he was finished. He came back with two pills of aspirins and a glass of water and offered them to Kurt.

'Aspirins. They should make the throbbing go away by tomorrow' He explained when Kurt looked at him questioningly. Kurt accepted them and gulped down the pills, and was shooed away by Blaine from the dishes. Kurt retreated to his room without any protest, and soon enough Blaine was surrounded by veil of silence. He made it quick and left the plates to dry on the tray. On his way back to his room he passed by Kurt's, and noticed the door was left ajar. He peeked through the narrow gap and sniggled at the adorable sight. On the bed lay his Kurtie snoring into his sleep. The aspirins must have kick in before Kurt could go through his daily moisturizing routine. He didn't even change into his pajamas before flopping onto the bed. He frowned when he caught the comforter slipped over on the floor. His Kurtie was such a child in his sleep. He tiptoed into the room and quietly covered his brother with the blanket. He gently cradled Kurt into a comfortable and patted his cheeks. He couldn't help to stare at his brother's peaceful face. He had not seen that peaceful look on his Kurtie for a long time, always overshadowed by the stress and tension. He missed it.

He decided it was time to leave Kurt to his rest. He was about to turn on his back when something very soft caught his ear. It was Kurt sleep talking. Other instances Blaine would have thought his Kurtie cute, but not this time. Kurt was murmuring a name, a name he despised in his whole life. It belonged to someone who almost managed to steal away his love. 'Sebastian…' Blaine stared disbelieving at his sleeping brother, heart crumpling brutally and all pleasant moods faltered. After all these years, Kurt was still thinking about that Meerkat… After all these years, his Kurtie's heart was still with that homewrecker… It was outrageous. His Kurtie shouldn't be thinking about Meerkat, he should be thinking about HIM. Hot rage and jealousy seethed through Blaine's whole body. His chest heaving up and down with erupted anger. No… Meerkat's gone, he doesn't have to worry about him anymore…

Blaine summoned all his energy to convince himself that he didn't have to worry. But it was definitely not enough! He needed some reassurance. He would go crazy if he was denied that. On instinct he jumped onto the bed, towering over Kurt…. HIS KURTIE's sleeping feature. The bed bounced violently at the bolt but Kurt was a heavy sleeper, not once reacted in his unconscious state. Possessively Blaine grabbed Kurt's face with his rough hands, legs straddling Kurt's and trapped him with his entire body weight. He hard gaze wondered from Kurt's fluttering eyelids to his pink lips, and not thinking he surged forward and captured Kurt's lips in heated kiss. It was not the first kiss with his Kurtie like he imagined, which Kurt would be sober and returning. Lack of respond didn't matter to him, he forcefully pushed his tongue past the lips and tangled the organs together. He didn't care leaving any bruises Kurt's face, all mattered to him now was he needed physical proof, needed reminder that KURTIE BELONGED TO HIM ALONE…