OMG I'M SO SORRY! THIS WAS DONE THREE DAYS AGO, BUT I LIVE IN BROOKLYN AND I HAVE NO POWER OR INTERNET OR ANYTHING. I'M AT MY PARENT'S HOUSE IN NEW JERSEY AND THE TOWN LIBRARY MIRACULOUSLY HAS POWER.
PS- I feel that I can make fun of New Jersey because that's where I was born and raised and I only say it with the utmost affection. No, I have never seen Jersey Shore. Living it was more than enough
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To other anon: I don't know if you were serious or not, but I'll just let you all know at once. I'm not against reading or writing smut for any moralistic reason, I'm just not any good at it, so I don't do it as a general rule. There is a part in this chapter that will probably answer your question, though.
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"So, thank you to all of you that came out here tonight, even though there is supposed to be a ridiculous storm tomorrow," Rascals decided that it would brave one last night before closing for a few days. Hurricane Sandy was supposed to hit New York City hard, but it wasn't due to start until the next morning. "I hope you've all prepared. I know I have."
"I'm lucky, actually," Blaine continued. "My boyfriend and I just braved a trip to New Jersey to go to the Costco in Wayne. He had to wrestle a man with no arm hair and more hair gel than me for it, but we did get the last case of Kirkland brand trail mix. If the storm takes out my local Whole Foods, we'll be in fiber for the next six weeks. We also got enough AA batteries to club a burglar."
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The next morning, Kurt woke up to howling winds and his cell phone going off. He recognized the ring tone for his house in Ohio and quickly scrambled out of bed, pulling on his boxers and a pair of sweatpants that he had discarded onto the floor the night before.
"Awww!" he heard Blaine say in the background as he rummaged though the pockets of his jeans for his cell phone.
He found it and sent an eye roll back at Blaine, "I can't talk to my dad naked. It's just wrong," he said, before answering and getting back into bed. "Hey, Dad!"
"Hey, Kiddo," came Burt's familiar voice. "I just wanted to call and check how you were doing with the storm and everything. I know it's not supposed to get really bad until later, but Carole and I wanted to see how you were."
Kurt smiled and stretched out next to Blaine. It was always so nice to hear from his dad, "It's not too bad right now. The rain is really coming down and the wind is crazy, but we still have power and everything," Kurt explained. "It's a little embarrassing, but I actually just woke up so I haven't seen the news or anything. I'm staying at Blaine's to wait out the storm because his apartment is on higher ground than mine." Blaine reached out and playfully pinched his thigh and Kurt swatted him away good naturedly.
"I'd sleep in if the city was on shut down, too," Burt said with a chuckle. "Did you guys have to go into work yesterday, or did they shut the club down preemptively?"
"No, we went in yesterday, but the club is dark until Wednesday night right now until further notice," Kurt replied, playing with a thread that had come loose on the comforter and tucking the sheet up to Blaine's chin with a dramatic wink. "I think we're just going to laze around all day until further notice. I'll plug in my phone when we're done talking in case the power does go out later," Kurt added.
"That sounds smart, kiddo," Burt said. "I won't keep you too much longer then, but Carole wants to talk to you for a minute."
Kurt could hear the sound of the phone switching hands before his step-moms cheerful voice came through the line, "Hey, sweetheart, your dad and I are glad to here everything's okay so far," she said. "I just wanted to ask if it was just you for Thanksgiving or if Blaine would be joining you."
"I'm not sure what his plans are. I'm going to have to ask him, but I'm sure he'll be happy that he's invited," Kurt replied. "I'll talk to him about it today and then get back to you."
"Alright, we'll talk to you soon. Stay dry!" Carole said.
Kurt chuckled, "okay, you too. I'll talk to you guys later," Kurt hung up the phone and plugged it into the charger next to the bed before burrowing back under the covers and snuggling close to Blaine. "How are your parents?" Blaine asked curling his arm around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer.
"They're good. My dad just wanted to make sure that everything was okay so far," Kurt replied, kissing Blaine on the nose. "And Carole wanted to know if you were planning to come with me on Thanksgiving or if you were planning to go somewhere else. I know it's only been a few months, but I'd love it if you came to meet my parents."
Kurt felt Blaine tense slightly, but he relaxed again only moments later so he didn't think much of it, "Um...yeah...yeah that would be great. My family's never been that into holidays so I can come with you if you want. Are you sure they won't mind me crashing?"
Kurt rolled his eyes again, "Blaine, they invited you!" Kurt replied. "You're not crashing if you're invited. They've been dying to me you! They're going to love you."
"You don't know that," Blaine mumbled. His face was buried in Kurt's neck.
"Of course I do," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine around the middle. "I love you and they love me. They know how good your are to me, and really that's all it takes to win them over. So how about I go and make us a hot breakfast before the power goes out while you get dressed?" Kurt said, patting Blaine's thigh and walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Marley had gone to visit her mom in Ohio to avoid the storm, so it was just the two of them.
Blaine sighed as he watched Kurt walk away. It would be so easy to let Kurt believe that his melancholy was solely the result of nerves. Being concerned about meeting your significant other's parents was practically a cliché at this point, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about lying. Kurt deserved to know the truth, but that damn voice in his head wouldn't stop telling him that he should just keep it all inside.
He finally threw the blankets off and rolled out of bed. He pulled a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt out of his dresser and slipped them on. He would tell him eventually, but not today. Today was supposed to be about them enjoying a cozy day inside, without worrying about the rest of the world. And definitely not worrying about the fact that for all intents and purposes, Blaine was basically an orphan.
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"I thought I'd make waffles since we have a little free time. Plus we have tons of berries from last week's shopping trip," Kurt said, pressing a warm mug of coffee into Blaine's hand and going back to the waffle iron. "I know we usually have eggs, but I'm craving something sweet."
Blaine hummed in agreement, "sounds good to me," he said, sitting down at the kitchen table to watch his boyfriend make breakfast. "I didn't even know I had a waffle iron," he added.
"You don't," Kurt said with a wink. "I brought it in my overnight bag. I thought it would be fun."
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Blaine said. Kurt flipped the first waffle onto the plate and spooned more batter into the iron and Blaine found himself fantasizing, not for the first time about his future with Kurt. He could see himself having many more lazy mornings like this, with one of them cooking the other breakfast and sharing the morning paper.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Kurt asked, setting a plate of picture perfect waffles and berries in front of Blaine. He considered, for a moment, sharing his day dreams with Kurt, but decided against it. Blaine wasn't stupid. He knew that Kurt was too good for him and he knew that it was probably only a matter of time before Kurt found someone better, someone that he deserved, but for now he vowed to make the most of what he had. A short time with the most beautiful man in New York (maybe the world) was better than nothing.
"Just thinking about the stuff we could do today," he fibbed. "Maybe when we're done with breakfast, we could see what movies are on demand. I know it's kind of lame, but I feel like we should just huddle under blankets and watch stupid rom coms all day."
"That sounds awesome," Kurt said around a bite of waffle. "Do you want to do rom coms, or do you want to get started on those Downton Abby DVDs that we rented from the library?"
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