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Adam was running out of patience. It had been a week since Kurt had asked for time to think over his proposition. It was the first time he had waited so long to have sex in a relationship. It wasn't as if he was lacking in offers but he had decided to give Kurt a chance because he was sexy as hell and not to mention Kurt's intellect would do wonders for his career in the future.
He had first noticed Kurt when they had had a mix up with the music room November of their sophomore year. He had thought the boy beautiful in passing but that was that. Then they had run into each other again four months later when he had accidentally witnessed Kurt singing and dancing in the school auditorium to Not the Boy Next Door. He had been so damn hot!
Adam had found out the boy was the famous Kurt Hummel of Brightmore and only 14 as well as a genius, having skipped a grade. He had been dating someone else but had determined that Kurt was going to be his. He had accidently nearly everywhere and had bribed one of their classmates into switching partners with him when they had been paired up for a science project.
He had been a little nervous at the attention Kurt had given the younger Anderson but that was over with now and he was gone. Maybe he could think of a way to hurry this along.
Blaine took a few deep breaths as he made sure his white Stradivarius was properly tuned. He needed to empty his mind as he prepared for his Independent Music practical. His supervising professor had said he had nothing to worry about but he still got nervous anytime he had to perform. He looked around at the Ensemble that would be playing with him and relaxed slightly at some familiar faces.
His supervising professor and two other instructors were seated three rows back from the stage discussing something. Five minutes later they all straightened in their seats and looked at the stage.
"Are we ready Mr Anderson?" The Elements of Music instructor, Ms Katarina Petrov, raised her eyebrows at Blaine.
Blaine lifted the violin to his shoulder, the signal to the other musicians, and nodded. Moments later Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Major, Op. 35: 2nd Movement filled the theatre.
Sundays were usually days to relax and laze around in the Hudmel household but Kurt was anything but relaxed. He paced the floor in his room. He had asked advice from his girls about what Adam had suggested and now he was even more confused. Tina and Santana were the only two who didn't know about the kiss (he had sworn Rachel and Mercedes to secrecy). Santana had said to dump the 'idiot' and Tina had thought the timing was right, romantic that she was. Mercedes thought he should wait and Rachel had asked if he was ready and he had lied and said he was although he suspected they knew he was lying.
But he was. He had to be right? After five months. Adam had been so patient with him not even trying oral so it was time. He took a deep breath and replied in the affirmative to the text Adam had sent about dinner at Bernard's on Wednesday. Both his dad and Carole would be home late. Carole had a late shift at the hospital and it was the only day in the week his dad went over to the Flagstaff garages and most likely would stay over if it got too late so he would be home alone. He was finally going to do this.
Kurt tossed the phone to the side on the bed and sat against the headboard, switched on the TV. He flicked through the channels looking for something to watch. He paused at a Target summer wear advert where some blonde guy in blue and white colour block swim trunks was running along the beach with a brunette in a matching bikini laughing and playing around. The guy had huge mouth. The phone on the bed buzzed and Kurt reached for it.
You haven't told him have you? – M
Kurt You can't hide it away. You're lucky he didn't see the hickey last week – M
I'm gonna tell him Merce. I know I have to but its so hard to bring it up – K
Just tell him straight out – M
Merce he reacts very strongly to Blaine's name – K
Then just say someone kissed you – M
Then he'll wanna know who kissed me – K
Then you tell him – M
Ok. I'll tell him on Wednesday – K
So you're really going to do it? – M
He's been waiting a long time Merce. Adam is the one for me – K
Think you should still wait. I really hope you know what you're doing Kurt – M
I do - K
At exactly 3:30 p.m. Blaine was back in Arizona but on a Tuesday in June this time and he was met at the airport by only his big brother. Sam had stayed in New York having landed a big modelling job and Wes had gone home to his family in Chicago.
He had brought a bigger suitcase this time and a list of places to visit. He looked over at his brother's pensive face. Cooper had silent since the goy in the rental car.
"What's wrong Coop?" No answer.
"Cooper?...Hey!" Cooper jerked his head around.
"Huh? What?"
"I asked if you were ok."
"Oh…uh…yeah….sure. Just a little tired."
"Ok, if you say so."
"Mmmm….um, how was your practical?"
"I aced it. My professor said it was a shame I wasn't aiming to be a professional. Said I could easily join NYPO. But Carnegie Hall is not my dream."
"Mom wanted to become a professional musician but dad wanted you to pass the bar first so you have a fallback. That's why I majored in Finance and minored in Film & TV instead of the other way around."
Blaine looked around as a sense of déjà vu washed over him.
"Cooper….where are we going?"
"Oh well…uh…I meant to tell you Blaine."
Blaine turned to look at Cooper and say a guilty look on his brother's face.
"Tell me what Cooper?"
"Well….we'respendingthesummerwiththeHummels," Cooper said in a rush.
"Cooper Dillon Anderson did you just say what I think you said?!"
"Blaine – "
"Cooper turn this car around right now! I mean it!"
"They're expecting us Blaine."
"I. Don't. Care! Turn the car around Coop."
Blaine could not believe this. Was Cooper crazy?! How the hell would he face Kurt? He was not mentally prepared for this. And what if he saw Adam? He might end up arrested for assault. No he was not going to let Cooper drag him to Chandler and possible heartbreak.
Blaine was silently fuming as Burt Hummel opened the door to his home. He could not believe Cooper had done this to him.
"Evening boys. Come on in."
"Thank you Mr Hummel and thanks for having us." The Andersons followed Burt into the entry way and up the stairs.
"You can call me Burt and its no problem. You'll be on the first floor this time. You have some time before dinner to get settled in."
Burt walked over to the guestroom between Finn's room and the master suite and stood back after opening the door. The room was the exact replica of the second floor guestroom except this room had white walls and a cream carpet with red and yellow accents and mahogany furniture where the other bedroom had brown walls and a tan carpet with blue and green accents and white furniture.
Satisfied that they were ok, Burt left the boys to settle in and made his way downstairs. The clock in the lounge read 5:40. It was Kurt's turn to cook dinner and he should be home any minute now. He had deliberately neglected to tell Kurt about their houseguests even though Carole thought that keeping it from him was a bad idea especially for the length of time they would be here. He wanted to find out exactly what kind of people the Anderson boys were. He hadn't been able to really spend much time with them when they were here last time.
"I know you're upset with me but Blainey I didn't have a choice, I swear."
"I'm not a baby. I could have gone to California with you or stayed in New York with Sam."
"I know but I think you need to work things out with Kurt. If there's really no future with you two then you can move on. You can't leave something this big unresolved little brother."
"I know that. I was working on a strategy for when Kurt came to New York."
"That's too long to wait and you know it. You're here now so hurry up strategizing."
Kurt stood at the stove stirring the sauce to go with the spaghetti. He was glad it was going to be a quiet night with just Carole and his dad. He checked the time; 6:20.
"Dad it's time for dinner!"
"Ok kiddo. I'll just get Carole from her nap."
Burt walked up to his bedroom and slipped inside. Carole lay on the king sized bed to the left. Walking over the plush soft gray carpet Burt smiled to himself. He had been lucky in life to have again found someone to share it with. Carole was one of the sweetest, kindest, most gentle people he knew. He gentle shook her shoulder to wake her up.
"Wake up sleepyhead. Its time for dinner."
Carole slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She watched Burt as she stretched.
"He still doesn't know does he?" Burt sighed.
"No. They came literally two minutes before he did. They should be all unpacked by now."
"Ok. Let me just wash my face and I'll be down."
Burt kissed Carole in response and walked out the door. He turned and knocked on the guestroom door and stepped back when Blaine answered.
"Dinner's ready. Are you unpacked?"
"Yes we're just about done so we'll be right there."
"Ok." Burt turned when his bedroom door opened and Carole came out onto the landing.
"Hi Blaine. How are you?"
"Hello Mrs Hummel. I am good thank you. Yourself?"
"I'm doing excellent thanks for asking and call me Carole. You coming to dinner?"
Before Blaine could reply, Cooper appeared at his side with a huge grin on his face.
"Of course. We wouldn't miss Kurt's cooking for anything."
Burt smirked and led the way down the stairs.
Kurt was just putting down the bowl of salad onto the dining table when he heard Carole's laughter followed by a reprimand from Burt.
Carole went over to the cupboard and took out two extra plates as their guests entered the kitchen.
"Oh what heavenly smells assault my senses? I knew I would taste your cooking again!"
Kurt gasped and spun around. There stood Cooper and Blaine, the former with a grin on his face. His eyes darted between the two Andersons then squeezed shut before opening again in disbelief.
Oh god this was no dream.
Hehe! Blaine's back just when Kurt's made up his mind.
Adam will be in for a shock.