Mr Blaine

Chapter 11

I admit the last chapter was not my best, however I hope this picks up the slack. I really enjoyed writing this, I really hope you enjoy reading it :)

I do not own Glee

('BA' stands for Blaine Anderson, 'FW' stands for Fraser Westlake, an old school friend of Mr Blaine's)

Mr Blaine's POV

I sneakily slide over to his kitchen calendar while he's getting ready for work. I dropped over on the pretence of dropping in some work. Kurt, being the doting father he is, asked if Ben needed to catch up on work he had missed after Ben caught Kurt's bug. As we mainly stuck to the boring syllabus as my job still hangs in the balance, I only need to drop off some sheets, but I use it as an excuse to stay for a while.

Kurt's still unusually groggy as he is recovering from his bug, so I have extra time to sneak over to his family planner that hangs against his perfectly toned, smartly painted walls. He has much more money than me, as shown by his classy taste and stylish dress, which embarrasses me slightly. I suppose not being disowned from your inheritance from your grandparents helps…

Anyway, I run my eyes down the dates until I find one that has a small '25' circled daintly in the corner, not even a quarter of the size of the box. Bingo. It's so small, inconspicuous, most people would look over it, ignore it, miss its meaning. I understand it and send a quick text to Rachel (I was given her number as one of Ben's emergency contacts), from which I get an immediate response, a confirmation of what I first thought. I kiss Kurt goodbye and hurry off to work, determined to keep my 'arrive 1 hour early' motto to prove a point to my stupid boss.

When I get to work, I obviously have extra time, so I slam out a lesson plan for the week and pull up my messenger. Luckily, just the person I need is online and I start tapping out a message.

BA: Fraser, I need to borrow your cabin next weekend.

FW: Hey Blaine, nice to talk to you too

BA: Yeah, yeah :L

FW: No, 'Hi Frase, how you been?' No, 'can I please possibly maybe borrow your cabin next weekend because you're such a wonderful friend?'

BA: Pah, as if you need it ;) And anyway, you owe me after that time I stopped you getting caught by Hawkins that time you broke into South dorm.

FW: True. And true. Man, that was great. 'Oh, sir, I just got up because I thought I heard some commotion in east building.' And off he trotted. You were the best prefect ever.

BA: Pah, I'm still amazed they let me be a prefect after Coop nearly blew up the Science block in his second year.

FW: Yeah… You know there's still speculation it wasn't an accident?

BA: They closed the case, he can't be charged any more.

FW: You hope ;)

BA: *coughs* So anyway, is that a deal?

FW:*sigh* The key's under the mat.

BA: Thanks man.

Kurt's POV

Rachel and Finn collected Ben yesterday to take him up to see Dad and Carole, so the house seems oddly empty. I walk to the door and pick up the wodge of letters on the doormat and place them on the kitchen table before making myself a large mug of coffee. I then settle into one of the chairs and start opening envelopes.

The first few cards are from distant relatives, interspersed with old teaching and broadway-going friends. There's a card from Sam and his new girlfriends, a card drawn in crayon which I almost think is drawn by Ben until I see Brittany's name at the bottom and a card from Mercedes with a little present. The present is a small photo of us in Glee club, several years back, not long before we graduated. I place it on the table and look at how young I was. It makes me chuckle. The frame has been written on carefully 'Happy 25th Birthday!" in her cursive handwriting. I miss my friend. I push sad memories from my mind and move on through the stack of envelopes.

There are a few more cards from various people, then a large package from Finn and Rachel which I daintily unwrap to reveal a smart shirt, a scarf and a waistcoat, all either colours that complement teal, or teal itself. My sister-in-law is extremely persistent. There's a present from Ben, a hand-drawn picture and a (teal) handkerchief that makes me suspect that Rachel had a hand in the buying of it. The picture is of me and Ben holding hands, by what seems to be our house surrounded by bunnies. I immediately stick it to the fridge with a magnet before turn to my present from Carole and Dad.

A recipe book labelled 'for Friday Night Dinners' in my Dad's untidy scrawl, a voucher for clothing and an oddly shaped present wrapped individually. I pull the wrapping off to reveal a director's chair stamped with the words 'Kurt Hummel' and below it in smaller letters 'Vocal Adrenaline Coach'. I plan to have it placed in the auditorium in Carmel High before you can do a vocal warm-up.

There are a few other bits and bobs and I put them into a neat pile to carry upstairs. I get dressed and start wandering around my home pointlessly when a blank envelope slides through my letter box. I pick it up and walk into my living room to open it.

On the front, in Blaine's best handwriting, is my name. It stands against the pristine white background of the textured paper. Inside there is again a perfect piece of paper, this time printed with the words, 'Greenway Park, 11:30'. I look at my watch. It will take me 15 minutes to get there and it's already 11:10. I pull on my coat and new scarf and jump into my car. I arrive at the park and walk in, taking in the beautiful, warm weather for a day in May.

Then I see the next envelope, stuck to a fence. I walk over to it and open it up. The message tells me to walk into the trees on the right hand side of the fountain. I look around until I find what must be 'the fountain', a small stone feature that I had first overlooked because a tall man stood imposingly behind it, commanding more attention than the dilapidated water feature did. I tuck the envelope into my pocket and walk into the woods.

In a tree, a few paces into the woods is another white envelope, telling me to take a right at a fork. I walk until I find the fork and do as it tells me, but start to get worried when I don't see any more envelopes. I'm about to double back when I see a camouflaged arrow pointing ahead. I follow it for about 20 steps before noticing a second, this time pointing to the left. This trail goes on for another 5-10 minutes until I reach a small clearing, hidden by trees but lit by the gentle sunlight that filters through the trees.

Blaine sits in the middle of the clearing, the sun catching his curls and his eyes, making them even more vibrant and breathtaking than normal. He hasn't noticed me yet, he seems so peaceful sitting there, soaking in the warmth from the sun that I just want to watch him. But I continue walking until I reach him and he smiles up at me, patting the ground to indicate where I should sit.

I follow his orders and sit down next to him. He leans over and kisses me ever so gently, running his fingers through my hair a little. We both pull away at the same time, sitting still and gazing into each other's eyes for a while. We stay in silence and Blaine rolls onto his side on the ground, looking up at the clouds through a gap in the leaves. I do the same and am enchanted by the sunlight landing on a pink bud, showing the many colours of the plant simply on one petal..

Blaine puts his hand on mine and we stay like that for about half an hour, watching the wind push clouds gently across the sky for us, watching it gently whisper through the leaves, making them wave and rustle and watching birds land on braches and sing sweetly to us.

He rolls to face me and shuffles closer. His nose is against mine and when he talks I can feel his breath lightly on my face.

"Isn't it beautiful? I found it one day while walking. I'm pretty sure we're the only two people who know it's here."

His kind gesture and willingness to show me something he has saved for me moves me, and I reply,

"It is, Mr Blaine." I draw out the 'Mr' and lean in to kiss him. The kiss is sweet, longer than usual, and we end up cuddling and kissing on the soft ground until an over-inquisitive magpie hops over to interrupt us. Blaine's tummy rumbles loudly and it occurs to me that he probably hasn't eaten at all today.

Blaine stands up and walks to a bush, behind which he has concealed a picnic basket. He brings it over and lays out a cloth and some cutlery. He pulls out two champagne flutes and a bottle. He fills each half full and hands me one before clinking them together. We each take a sip.

It's really high quality champagne and must've cost him a fortune. It bubbles on my tongue and relaxes some of the nerves I hadn't even realised had emerged. He brings out a sandwich which he halves and passes me a piece.

We spend the next 20 minutes laughing and talking while eating glorious food and drinking the small bottle of champagne. At the end Blaine places the hamper back behind the bush again. He notices the bud that I saw before, but does not pick it. Instead he looks around on the ground until he finds a flower that has already bloomed and fallen to the ground, still in perfect condition. He picks it up and places it in one of my button holes in my coat and kisses me on the nose.

He helps me up off the ground and dusts off a few blades of grass. He doesn't release my hand, but instead leads me through the woods onto a track. Although I do not know where I am, his firm, constant grip supports and calms me. He continues to lead me and I gladly follow him blindly through the foliage. Finally we emerge into a dusty patch of land where we find his car. He opens my door for me and I get in without question.

I am quite giggly which leads me to the explanation as to who drank more of the champagne than the other, which also explains why Blaine is still able to drive. He pulls out of the dusty land and winds his way until we reach a country road. We are driving for a long time and I get more nervous as I realise we are going away from home. I turn around in my seat and realise that there are several bags in the back, a few of which are mine.

Mr Blaine catches the look on my face and says "Relax, trust me."
And I admit, I do, so I settle in my seat until we arrive in a stunning grassy plain.

In the middle is a large log cabin. There are a few barns dotted around, but the cabin has the feel of relaxing isolation. Not too far away for comfort, but far enough away for a strong feeling of independence. I suddenly realise this will be my first time without Ben in... Well. Since he was born, I suppose. I never went out for the weekend with Cameron. It's also my first overnight stay with Blaine.

Mr Blaine walks to my door and carries me out and to the porch. I protest and wriggle, but no matter what his height, he is very strong, and I'm in no mood to protest. He fishes a key from under the mat, which is very safe, you understand. He unlocks the door and pushes it open.
"After you." He says.

Kurt's POV

The log fire flickers and sends warmth floating out into the room. Blaine and I are leant on each other on the sofa in the living room. It's about 8:30pm, and the sky is almost completely black and the night is slowly getting colder.

"You realise," asks Mr Blaine. "That it has been exactly 4 months and 2 days since our first kiss?"

I think it through for a second and realise he is telling the truth. I'm touched that he remembers. "The 25th of January. Our first kiss…" I remember the kiss. The first time I have ever felt truly wanted, cared for, needed, by another man, properly.

"Do you remember what you did after?" I ask him, grinning at the memory.

"You kissed me back." His eyes twinkle. "I was expecting you to run away screaming, so for you to kiss back…"

"It was amazing. But I wasn't meaning that." I say. He looks at me inquisitively. "And no, I didn't mean the skilful way your hand drifted from my hair to the back of my head to my jaw. Nor do I mean the way your kiss changed intensity to keep it interesting and romantic. Nor do I mean the way neither of us wanted to pull away so we just kept kissing until a waitress dropped off our drinks and even then you only stopped so you could pay. Or the way your knee knocked into mine and it sent shivers up my spine. No, I didn't mean that."

He blushes and it makes me smile. "I don't know…" he says, tilting his head to one side, like a cute little puppy.

"I mean the dance."

That stops him in his tracks. He looks at me, confused and embarrassed.

"What dance, I didn't… I mean… What?"

"You know, the little dance you did when you thought I wasn't looking. As I shut the front door after you walked me home. You did little jiggle with your hips and waved your arms about. Like this." I demonstrate and he drops his head into his hands. I can see he is blushing because the tips of his ears have gone bright pink.

"But I don't care." I say, kissing the top of his head. "I quite… enjoyed it actually…" His head pops up and his eyebrows are raised so much I can barely see them under his hair.

Mr Blaine's POV

"Kurt, I'm going to go to bed now, ok? I'll be in the room next to you if you need me."

I walk slowly upstairs and change into boxers and a Duck Tales t-shirt. I slide into bed and turn my light off, trying to get to sleep, but the thoughts whirl around my head so much I think I might become dizzy.

I lie, staring at the ceiling, and try to ignore the fact Kurt is in the next room to me and the feeling that my bed feels empty with just me in it. I understand that Kurt wants to take this slow. Both of us have been hurt in the past, so we're just keeping it low-key. That doesn't mean we don't love each other. I hear steps in the corridor and a figure stands shyly in the doorway.

"Um, Blaine?" Kurt bites his lip.

I roll over to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Well, I was wondering… Can I perhaps, uh… No, it's stupid. Never mind. Night." He starts to leave. I jump out of bed and grab his wrist.

"Wanna slip in with me?" I ask, pulling him gently back into the room. He smiles. We climb into bed together. Lying next to each other we don't touch, but share warmth. My hair stands on end. Kurt leans over to me and kisses me on the lips. I feel his silk pyjamas slide across my skin.
"Night night." He whispers. I kiss him back. We both fall asleep almost instantly.