A/N : This is short I assure you. Continuation from where we left off exactly and hooray for the M rating finally showing up and not just because of the language lol.
To all my ladies and gents reading this, I am proud of this chapter so please let me know that it worked. I rewrote this so many times and then I had a brain fart and it all poured out today. I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes please don't throw things xo
jcrissrid - Honey this was inspired by our mutual love of all things YUM.
PS- this goes from KPOV, to BPOV, to third person (*)...whacked right? Just an FYI lol
Enjoy!
Close To Home
Chapter 10 – Part 2
(KPOV)
"Hey baby."
Oh no Blaine what have you done?
I pushed passed Blaine lightly and after taking his hand from the door, I closed it myself, and turned around to look at him. He didn't look that drunk, but if Sebastian or I had been any longer, it looked like he would have kept giving it the old college try though. He leaned in to kiss my cheek, mostly because I moved my mouth from his since gin drunks were some of the smelliest drunks on the planet, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt his feelings.
He repeated himself, "Hey baby, whatcha doin here? I was expecting Bas, ya know to 'babysit me'?"
He made the cheesy air quotes and rolled his eyes dramatically, dropping my hand in the process before turning around and sauntering back into the living room. Blaine rarely sauntered so this was definitely a little drunker than I was expecting.
It didn't look like he had been sitting in this room originally because there were no empties or glasses, or better yet, no giant bottle of gin. I could only hope he hadn't finished a forty or more already on his own.
"Yeah, well Sebastian dropped me off here because he figured that I would want to spend some time with my new boyfriend, wasn't that considerate?" I began looking around the room, slightly detached from what I was saying, and I had to say that it looked remarkably spotless. Blaine seemed to be good at hiding his shit from plain sight. It gave me a horrible hit to my gut when I came to realize that was probably because he had been hiding this issue for years now and was good at keeping it hidden, and it hurt to think that it had been worse than just this one day before.
Seeing Blaine this out of character, slightly vacant and drunk, made my heart become thankful for Sebastian and Wes, the two who had obviously cared enough about their friend to pull him out of these spots. They not only did this because he was their friend but because they loved him; it wasn't a chore, just a necessity.
"Considerate? Sebastian and considerate are about as synonymous as apples and hush puppies Kurt."
Okay so drunk Blaine did have a great sense of humour and irony, and was surprising articulate considering the circumstances.
"Hey hey." I leaned over the couch to where Blaine had flopped down, his hand draped over his head and moved it so I could look at him.
"Sebastian can be nice, or at least I've seen him try. Don't bad talk him, that's my job." I kissed his forehead but he moved really quickly giggling so that he could manoeuvre his lips against mine. I was trying to not be repulsed by the taste, drunk lips only tasted good when you were drinking too, but I moved my lips slowly against his, and then hearing him hum I pulled away.
"Hi baby, did I say that already?" Blaine seemed to like the sound of his own voice at this point.
"You did, a few times."
"Did I mention I'm happy to see you?"
"Blaine, you'd be happy to see Jack the Ripper right now." Trying to not let Blaine think that I was snooping, and hopefully let him lull into my presence, I used the excuse of taking off my coat to get out of his grasp.
After I had hung up my coat I wandered over to the kitchen, hoping I would find the source of my boyfriend's elixir of stupidity when he called me on it.
"I dunno bout that Kurt, Ripper seemed like a pretty scary dude for his time, wait...what are doing?"
"Nothing Blaine, just relax I'll be back in a minute."
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(BPOV)
Okay so Kurt was definitely the last person I was expecting to see at my door tonight. As always it would be the hum drum caring but stupid excuse for 'cheering up Anderson", because oh boo fucking hoo, I hated my birthday. So what? I never had any reason to like it and as I got older there were more and more reasons for me to hate it, so why was everyone such insufferable asses about my own opinion surrounding the day of my birth? I was 29 now and surely free to do whatever I wanted, so why did my friends have to keep me contained?
Oh yeah, it was because I turned into a self loathing drunk who fell into a stupor that I promised myself I wouldn't. That's why Sebastian came and looked after me, he had seen me at my worst, and Wesley, well my man Wes never cared if I puked on his shoes or anything, he just wanted to be there for me, but Kurt...
I didn't want Kurt to see me like this, not now, and maybe not ever. I had my drinking issue under control most of the time, but this day, this fucking day was always such a pain in my ass that I fell off the proverbial waggon I guess.
Now here Kurt was, probably, okay definitely rummaging around in my kitchen, discarding the one bottle of gin I had there, little did he know that I had a flask on me but he didn't need to know that, and it was the last thing I wanted him to have to see; me in this state.
He would look at me all pathetic and worried and that was the last thing that I wanted from him. Wes and Sebastian knew that I just needed to let off some steam and I would be fine, but Wes and Seb had fucked up. They had left me alone with my head for too long and then they have the audacity to send someone I care about more than anything these days, to take care of me. Kurt was too fragile for this and I was in no fucking state to take care of him or the aftermath of this.
This was why I played off all day with him that nothing was wrong. That was why I went for over affectionate with him. Yeah I wanted to kiss him all the time normally but i turned it up a notch. As long as he hadn't known something was up I would be fine, and I could get back to my usual 'I hate me' party alone. Now look where that got me.
This was going to be a nightmare. Hopefully I could get nice and drunk without Kurt noticing. Kurt probably didn't even know why I was drunk. I would leave that to speculation though, selfish or not, boyfriend or not, he couldn't help me, none of them really could. I just needed to drink most of this flask before Kurt came back into the room. Oh and I had that those mini bottles in the the writing desk too. Yeah I could pretend that he got everything if he asked.
Pretend, that's what this day usually was for me; pretending that everything was fine.
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(*)
The game worked in Blaine's favour for about ten minutes once Kurt came back into the room. He had taken off his waistcoat yet again and rolled up the sleeves and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his light blue dress shirt before sitting down beside Blaine.
Kurt had of course cleaned out the kitchen, Blaine had been right about that, and he had checked all the cupboards for any other signs of alcohol to limit temptation. Settling back beside Blaine with a large glass of ice water and a few Tylenol Kurt took the chance to gauge what Blaine was really thinking. He didn't coddle him, nor did he brush it off like everything was going to be okay. He merely sat there and watched as Blaine took a few sips of his water and waited for Blaine to start talking.
"So baby, what are you doing here? I am happy to see you but I thought you had some stuff to do with Santana tonight, I don't want to keep ya f-from that."
Kurt brushed back a tiny curl on Blaine's head back up into the rest of his hair as he responded.
"Actually it was with Tina and Brit that I had plans with possibly. They girls wanted to get a drink or something after work, I said I may make an appearance, then I ended up having dinner with Sebastian. But I wanted to see you instead."
Blaine made a face that looked a little confused.
"Why would you want to see me?"
"Because despite popular disbelief I like spending time with my boyfriend Blaine."
"Seb put you up to this didn't he?"
Blaine was trying really hard to not get angry, considering how calm and tipsy he had been a few minutes prior, having given himself a decent head rush downing half the remaining alcohol he had on him in the last minute before Kurt came back.
"He didn't put me up to anything Blaine. I just wanted to see you, here have some more water you look a little warm."
"I don't want the fucking water Kurt." Kurt's eyebrows knotted together and he took a heavy breath before saying anything else.
"I know you may not want it, but drink it, it will help."
Blaine laughed darkly at Kurt and it surprised Kurt because he had never seen Blaine this irritated before without the proper provocation.
"Help with what exactly? Cut the shit Kurt, why are you here? Yeah, yeah you wanted to see me but be honest with me, I don't have time for your bullshit."
Blaine stood up and threw caution to the wind, taking his flask out of the pocket furthest from Kurt and opening it to take a long drink, staring Kurt down while doing it.
"I don't have time for your bullshit neither Blaine." Kurt stood up to his full height and moved over to Blaine reaching his hand out as Blaine tried to salvage the remainder of his flask by pouring it unceremoniously down his throat.
"Gimme the flask Blaine, you've had enough."
Quickly Blaine pulled away coughing slightly, ignoring Kurt's almost insistent grasp, before throwing it at Kurt's feet in defiance.
"You literally have no control over this Kurt, just back the fuck off alright. I know Bas told you to come look after me." Blaine and Kurt ended up doing a very slow pace around the couch throughout Blaine's speech. Nether moving fast but neither giving up ground.
"I know that Seb probably gave you the speech. Blaine's broken. He needs someone. He'll get drunk and stupid and all that shit right? He told you tonight was Blaine's bottomless pit night and that he needed a chaperone, well ya know what, I'm perfectly fucking fine taking care of myself, so if you would kindly leave before I say anything further to make you realize I am in no mood for you pity." Blaine stumbled a little in his insistence to remain more than an arms reach away from Kurt.
"Blaine..."
"Don't Blaiiinnneee me Kurt okay, let me have this, just leave me be okay, you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine."
Kurt moved quickly to pick up the flask and put it on the table, shaking it to make sure it was empty.
"You are far from fine. Yes Sebastian told me that tonight you'd be having a hard time and yes I wanted to be there for you, but you can fuck yourself if you think I'm leaving my boyfriend tonight. So cut your shit and your attitude and let me help you."
Blaine laughed again, changing his walking pattern and throwing caution to the wind and headed over to the writing desk. Kurt grabbed his arm and with surprising strength Blaine whipped it out of his grasp.
"Don't. Manhandle. Me Kurt, just back off."
Kurt took a step back and made a quick decision and left the room. Blaine was in no state to argue or question what the fuck his boyfriend was doing so he went back to his original plan of finding the 3 whiskey minis he had in his desk drawer to top off his night of getting piss drunk in a hurry. These were probably the only bottles left if Kurt was as thorough as he usually was with things, so Blaine had to hurry with his actions.
Somewhere in the next two or three minutes a slight rumbling from the other room broke Blaine's attention. He had polished off the one bottle in literally one swallow, making his eyes water, and he was about to start on the next one when it was roughly taken out of his hands from behind.
Kurt was now standing beside him and as much as Blaine wanted to punch him for taking his drink he wasn't too sure what he was actually was standing there downing the drink like it was the only water in the desert.
"What the fuck Kurt?" Before Blaine could grab the other small bottle Kurt had it in his grasp, unscrewing the cap and coughing from the burn of the earlier drink, then downing the second in one go.
"Fuck that was mine!" Blaine tried to reached around Kurt in an angry but veiled attempt at pulling it away, but once Kurt was done, he handed the bottle back to Blaine.
"There that's better, thanks Blaine." His tone was mocking and completely deadpanned.
"What gives you the right to just walk in here, dictate what I can and cannot do and then take my drinks, who the fuck do you think you are?"
Blaine got up in Kurt's face so that he was staring directly to his eyes, Blaine's nose meeting Kurt's mouth, but despite the height difference Kurt took a uneasy breath like he was momentarily afraid of Blaine's temper before centring his shoulders.
"I'm your boyfriend that's who I fucking am. I care about you and I needed a drink to give me the strength for what I am about to do."
Blaine's anger was lessened for a moment because of the sheer confusion of that statement.
"I'm sorry for this Blaine."
"Wha...oh fuck!"
Kurt had taken a hold of Blaine's hand, twisting it behind his back, turning Blaine around to face the hallway and taking a place behind him. Blaine's other hand tried to move out to find purchase to scramble out of Kurt's grip, but Kurt had been expecting the lazy drunken move and trapped that hand with its counterpart.
Blaine couldn't quite understand what was actually happening to him at this point. All he could be certain of was that Kurt was basically forcing him from behind, arms trapped, moving him towards his hallway.
"Let. Me. Go!"
"Not happening,"
"Just...fuck Kurt I'm...shit you're strong."
Kurt held onto Blaine for dear life, scared that if he didn't finish what he started that Blaine may never understand his point in doing all of this.
Recognition probably crossed Blaine's face once Kurt used his foot to kick passed Blaine and open the bathroom door, but it didn't lessen his fight against the taller brunette.
"You can fuck yourself Kurt, this isn't funny."
"It wasn't meant to be."
With a light shove Kurt had pushed through the curtain of the now running shower, moving Blaine in ahead of him. The curly haired man nearly tripped over the tub's edge as his boyfriend all but hauled him in there clothes and all. What surprised Blaine is that he didn't take his arms off him and climbed into the shower with him.
"Dammit Kurt, lemme, fuck!"
The water was warm but the new sensations were not at all welcome in Blaine's mind. He tried his best to fight passed Kurt, just to get away from him and this silly notion that him being forced into a shower would make things better, but Kurt was literally having none of that. He spun him around and with a resounding crack forced Blaine's back against the wall and the smaller and slightly drunker man just stood shell shocked and a little dumbfounded as to his normally fragile looking boyfriend looking so stern.
For a few seemingly intense minutes, Kurt and Blaine tried to out muscle the other, in a sort of dance for survival, filled with breathy no's and irritated curses. The water had poured over them both, and surely they must have looked a frightful sight to any onlooker, since Kurt and Blaine's breathing were laboured from exertion and anger.
"Now will you listen to me Blaine!" Kurt had to raise his voice above the whisper he was trying to speak in so that it could be heard above the water, but the echo from the otherwise silent shower helped carry the message along with his voice.
Blaine all of a sudden went from looking shocked and angry to a lot smaller than when he first started.
"What do you want from me Kurt? I'm in the shower, I'm sobering up, is that all you want? Fine I can do that."
Kurt moved both of his arms to pin Blaine's shoulders to the wall, the warm water completely soaking his light blue shirt and dress pants at this point but Kurt looked like he was beyond caring if his clothes got ruined. Blaine just let his arms slump to his sides now in defeat.
"Don't you get it Blaine." He gave the tiniest push to Blaine's shoulders when he didn't get a response, looking from the shower's floor up to Blaine's more focused but still angry eyes.
"Don't you understand that I'm not here to take care of you, I'm here just because I care."
Just like that Kurt dropped his gaze but still held firm to Blaine's shoulders which Blaine had finally stopped fighting to get out of, noting it was fruitless.
"No I really don't. I'm a fuck up Kurt, I'm no better than you because I hurt myself and hate myself just like you said you do. I'm not one to preach okay, so you can save the I care speech please."
Kurt's hair was drenched at this point and the normally well coiffed brunette looked completely wrecked on the outside, which probably met what he was feeling on the inside seeing Blaine like this.
Kurt swept his own hair back out of his eyes for a second before returning the firm hand to Blaine's shoulder.
"But I do care, so much. And I've never..." Kurt moved a little closer, moving one hand from his shoulder to place it on Blaine's wet and stubbly cheek, " Ever been more sure of something than I am of us right now. We're both broken."
Blaine's resolve broke at Kurt's words, his eyes welling up because of the helplessness he felt in this situation.
"Kurt, baby please, I'm not worth it... today's just..."
"Shhh..." Kurt soothed the side of Blaine's face that he was still holding, trying to keep him from getting even more upset. It seemed to be working but not completely. Blaine moved his hands off the wall towards Kurt's hips, and even though for a moment Kurt thought Blaine was going to use this position to move Kurt back; he was mistaken. Blaine just held onto Kurt's hips for purchase.
"I fucking hate..."
"No you don't. You're too kind to hate anything Blaine."
Kurt leaned in then and placed the softest of kisses, wet and somehow wonderful onto Blaine's forehead. It was the simplest of touches but it ignited something in Blaine that he hadn't expected.
"Kurt...stop." Kurt kept laying small kisses across the worry lines on his forehead and down his temple, the one hand that was holding his shoulder moving under his arm to knead the muscles on his back not touching the shower wall..
"No. Just give in Blaine, please just believe me, you are so worth it" Kurt voice was whispered now, and only because he spoke it into Blaine's ear did he even hear it. There was a sadness in his voice but a determination that ignited a flare of hope in Blaine's mind.
They were standing so close now, connected every few seconds when Kurt would brush his lips against the skin of Blaine's neck, and then back up that small spot behind his ear that he knew was so sensitive. Kurt needed Blaine to understand that he was amazing, and worth it and so delightfully flawed just like himself, and Kurt was now just lost in the overwhelming sensation to prove just that to the broken but surrendering man against him in the shower.
Kurt moved back just then to look at Blaine, his face only a few centimetres from Blaine's but enough that he could see that maybe, just maybe the closed eyes and sad but frustrated look on his face was lessening.
"Believe me babe. I've got you."
Blaine opened his eyes and the fire in there could not have been extinguished with whatever water the world could provide. Blaine grabbed a hold of the now see through shirt Kurt was wearing and pulled, bringing Kurt's lips to his. There was no hesitation on Kurt's part, the earlier anger and irritation with his boyfriend's self hatred melting as their lips touched, as a new fire sparked, one filled with promise and longing.
Kurt reached up and tangled one hand into Blaine's hair, the other dipping just below his pants at the small of his back. The touch of Kurt's palm on Blaine's skin urged Blaine on a little more, his hesitation about where they were melting away quickly.
Kurt's head was forced back a second later when one of Blaine's hands tangled in his hair and pulled his mouth and tongue away from where they wanted to be. Kurt panted in unison with Blaine, and managed to suppress the moan that having his hair pulled like this did to him. That and the fact that Blaine in a soaking wet white undershirt was more than his imagination had ever conjured up, never mind hoped for.
Being together for such a short time they had only been able to get as far as being stripped to their underwear, gently exploring with hands through boxers, so the sight of the other was still so brilliantly new and addicting.
"Kurt...I."
"God, you're hot Blaine did you know that?" Kurt had to try and reign in the urge to just dive on Blaine and continue his exploration, but Blaine was looking at him imploringly.
"Kurt, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. I'm so sorry." The kiss that followed was bruising. Whether it was a surprise to Kurt or not wasn't up for debate since he all but devoured everything that Blaine was giving him.
Their tongues broke apart in short and small movements, and in between the heat of the moment and the slick watery cascade of the shower behind them they muttered words of encouragement at the other.
"I'm so s-sorry Kurt, I just...ugh"
"Shh, it's okay." Blaine moved his mouth down to the moist and heated skin of Kurt's neck and bit down, his anger still present but lessening with every touch or heated caress he gave or received.
"Fuck..Blaine." Blaine's hands had moved to the front of Kurt shirt, now sticking to his very broad shoulders and chest and he moaned as he all but ripped the ruined shirt open, The new kiss was broken for only a second to throw the shirt over his head, feigning patience in favour of seeing more of Kurt.
The whispers of reassurance that what was happening dissipated in favour of removing more clothes, scratching down each others backs and losing themselves in the slippery wet feel of each others chests once they met.
"Kurt, oh god, are y-you sure...?"
Kurt, showing some serious skills, managed to undo Blaine's pants without even looking, instead focusing his blackened pupils and swollen lips in the direction of the worried amber eyes of his antsy boyfriend.
"Just shut up and let me take care of you. You talk too much."
The sound of Kurt pants falling and pooling in the shower at the same time as Blaine felt his own drop, boxers included, was the moment that Blaine's mind shut off and stopped worrying. His quest for a drunk evening all but forgotten as Kurt moved in again, crowding Blaine's personal space and aggressively kissing his waiting mouth like it would save his life.
Naked, and both thankful that they weren't wearing any socks because that could have been a serious buzz kill, they couldn't get enough of the feel of skin on skin, everywhere touching everywhere. Blaine reached down with both hands and grabbed Kurt's ass harshly, smacking him lightly and once hearing Kurt's squeak and groan knew he approved.
"You like that huh?" Kurt's playful moan into his neck sent a jolt of electricity down his neck, straight t down to his now hard and wanting cock. Kurt seemed to know exactly what Blaine wanted because before he could retort with another playful smack to Kurt's glorious ass, Kurt hand reached down and grabbed Blaine's fairly impressive girth, sending Blaine's head backwards against the tile.
"Kurt! God just like that..." Kurt was relentless with his speed, not pausing for a second to let Blaine's brain catch up. He alternated giving light squeezes and quick strokes before adding enough pressure to undo the most in-control man, before licking and sucking at Blaine's neck leaving tiny marks in his wake.
"You like that huh?"
God Kurt and his smart ass comments shouldn't be as hot as they were right now, but everything was in Blaine's mind at this moment. The way that Kurt's hand moved up and down his dick, slick and with just the right amount of pressure, the feel off his warm and hard body against his, the feel of Kurt's cock pressed against Blaine's hipbone, and the quick burn along Blaine's neck and collarbone as Kurt bit and licked his way down.
Just when Blaine thought he'd pass out from the pleasure coursing through him, Kurt stopped his hand movements but didn't let him go as he gracefully, well as graceful as you could be in a shower, dropped to his knees.
"God Kurt...I can't..."
Kurt merely smirked and groaned when he was eye level with Blaine's cock, as if he received his very own Christmas gift early.
"Just feel baby...god you're gorgeous." Thankfully Blaine had put one hand in Kurt's soaked hair while the other had preemptively braced itself on the wall, because nothing could have compared to the feeling of Kurt's hot and moist mouth on him. He tried as hard as he could to not buck up into Kurt's mouth but I don't think he succeeded all that well, because before he knew it Kurt was egging him on, relaxing his throat and letting Blaine get any last shred of anger out through him.
Blaine fought with his emotions, fought with the thought of maybe hurting Kurt, but the pleading and hungry blue eyes looking up at him as he worked Blaine over was enough to make Blaine lose control, even for a few minutes.
"Oh god, your...mouth...baby, you feel...oh god take it."
Kurt just hummed in approval over and over again as Blaine fed his cock into the willing cavern that was his boyfriend's mouth. Watching Kurt just take it over and over again like he was made for it was unravelling Blaine so quickly. The love he felt for him was growing, the caring and fuck the lust was just driving them both mad.
The last thing that Blaine really remembered before he came with a shout so loud that neighbours would question his sanity, was when he looked at Kurt and he winked and swallowed at the same time.
Kurt had been ignoring his own hard on in favour of watching Blaine and letting him do with him as he pleased. So when Blaine shouted his name in a garbled attempt at praise it took everything in Kurt's brain from grabbing his own cock and working himself over. Instead he swallowed everything that came from Blaine. Realizing that he had never allowed anyone to come in his mouth before, and noting Blaine's unique taste, wondered when he would get to do it again.
Pulling Blaine from his mouth and mouthing his lips over the delicious V the encased Blaine's groin, he inhaled the heavy scent that was Blaine as he noticed the man in question begin to slump as he panted against the shower wall.
Realizing that it probably wasn't the time to bask, Kurt stood and gathered Blaine in his arms as he relaxed against him.
"Kurt...just wow, but you..."
"I can wait."
Kurt smiled as Blaine puckered his lips adorably towards his boyfriend, eyes still closed. Blaine could taste the hint of himself on his boyfriends lips but it was short lived. Before he knew it the world had gone a little and remarkably fuzzy.
With careful hands, Kurt had managed to turn off the water and get Blaine and himself out of the shower despite Blaine acting like dead weight against his shoulders and frame.
"Baby, lemme take of you too." Blaine had whispered this a few times as Kurt dried him off against the wall in the bathroom, and had said the same loving sentence over and over again to him in reassurance, knowing that his boyfriend was literally teetering between conscious and unconscious.
"Later. Let's get you to bed."
Kurt literally had enough with trying to get Blaine to walk on still slightly jellied and drunk legs to the bed, so he opted to carry the man. It must have looked like something out of a gay Danielle Steel novel as Kurt laid him down on top of the duvet. Moving over to the dresser drawers Kurt found a pair of pants that looked like they may fit him, even for the time being.
Covering him up with the spare blanket on the chair by the corner brought a tear to Kurt's eye. Blaine looked so small as he was tucked in, and yet finally much more content in his sleep. Brushing the still damp curls out of his eyes and feeling and hearing Blaine hum in contentment, Kurt took his leave, closing the bedroom door completely behind him.
Once he was out of the room the severity of the situation hit him. Blaine was just as lost as he was and it took every ounce of strength that Kurt had had to get Blaine to make him believe in himself and themselves. Kurt sat down on the floor with his back braced against the door to Blaine's bedroom releasing a exasperated sob at the overwhelming control he had to show in the last hour. Never had he seen another person look and feel as broken as him before, but knowing that he had helped, however unconventionally, made him not break down and cry instantaneously. Instead he brushed away the one stray tear and cracked his neck in defiance.
"Get it together Hummel, he's fine now, you helped. You made him feel cared for...loved"
The word love even in this context seemed crazy when it came out of his mouth, but somewhere even in the back of his head Kurt knew that it was accurate, at least for the time being.
Standing up he went back into the bathroom to clean up and noticed the complete disarray of the bathroom and left it to be dealt with later. There was something he had to do first.
Going back into the living room Kurt found his phone, and surprisingly it had a new text message from an unknown number.
I know we said it was weird but I asked Wes for your number, I could feel his scowl through the phone. It's Sebastian, is Blaine ok? - S
Kurt would question Sebastian's sanity later but for now he knew he was just concerned.
Blaine is fine...now. It was rough. Everything is okay now, he's asleep. TY for everything, will keep you posted. -K
Anger and hatred for the other seemed to melt away for those few minutes in text because Sebastian's reply almost made Kurt want to cry all over again.
You've got my blessing Kurt, whatever that means to you. Be for him what I can't. Talk to you later. - S
Just when Kurt was going to send back something as equally thankful his phone buzzed again.
...gayface ;) - S
What a prick. Sebastian was too fucking much.
Kurt couldn't help the silly bubbly laughter that came out of him as he went in search of a shirt that he could put on for the next little while, heading to the hall cupboard to look for something to wear over this bear torso in the meantime.
Kurt decided to make dinner for Blaine while he was asleep, and then he could assess damage control once his boyfriend was awake, Pulling on an oversized dress shirt that was surely not Blaine's, Kurt went into the kitchen to prep and think over what he was going to continually do next to make Blaine believe he was worth every breath.
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(BPOV)
Okay so maybe drinking that much that quickly wasn't one of my more bright ideas, but it seemed like a good one at the time. Feeling a little groggy but for some reason happy and relaxed wasn't a sensation I was expecting when I woke up.
Wait a minute when did I fall asleep? The last thing I remembered was when Kurt...
Oh lord Kurt...the drinking, the arguing, the wrestling me into the, wow, the shower. Kurt had pulled me into the shower with our clothes on and proceeded to literally blow my fucking mind. How the hell did that happen? And when did I pass out and get placed all snug in here?
I tried to open my eyes and found that it was much easier than I would have been expecting. Come to think of it, I wasn't that hungover, nor was I all that drunk still, which meant that Kurt not only stopped me early enough, but he seemed to know exactly the right buttons to push.
I blushed in the darkness of my bedroom at the thought as I turned over to my bed side table to see that the clock said it was half passed one in the morning. I must have been out for a few hours now and I wondered silently where Kurt was considering the space beside me in bed was vacant.
I sat up and coughed a little at the dryness of my throat, and that seemed to be enough noise to draw Kurt's attention from the other room.
"Hey you."
"Hi."
He smiled at me through the small opening in the doorway and I couldn't help but smile back. He left the doorway immediately with a grin and I had to hold back a giggle at his childishness.
"Kurt!?"
"Gimme a sec." He called back from god knows where in the apartment.
"Can you get me a glass of water while you're out there, my throat is killin me."
There was no immediate response and I was about to get up off the bed when I realized that I had no pants on. So Kurt did put me to bed naked, and what we did do actually happened. It was all such a blur, a painful yet wonderful blur.
Looking around for anything I could put on was stopped short by the vision that entered my doorway through the darkness a moment later.
Carrying a tray with what looked like sandwiches and the most enticingly large glass of water was Kurt, with bedhead extreme and just when it couldn't look any better, I got a good sweep over what he was wearing.
Kurt was pant less again with what looked like Cooper's old dress shirt on. It hung loosely on him and covered just below his groin, just enough coverage to make me want to lean down and take a peek.
"Dinner is served. I know it's just PB&J but I didn't know when you'd wake up, and you need bread in your system so..."
He placed the tray down on the table beside my head and I reached out to grab his wrist stopping him mid sentence.
"Kurt...it's great, thank you." Kurt merely smiled and handed me the water which I took with child like grabby hands and a grateful groan once I had downed more than half of it.
"You're welcome. How are you feeling?" I looked up at Kurt who was standing there with his hands behind his back, legs crossed while standing and god did he look adorable.
"Better than I could have hoped for." I placed the drink down again and reached for his hand which he gave me willingly.
"Thank you Kurt, for everything. I'm so sorry that I.." Kurt cut me off by placing his hand on my mouth.
"Shh, enough apologies. It's fine now alright?" I nodded my head but tried to keep my eyes on him, for some reason I still felt the shame of the situation that I placed him in.
"Besides there's still one more thing I want to give you tonight Blaine."
"I think that you've done enough for me Kurt, more than I ever thought you'd have to."
Kurt giggled and it was one of the sweetest noises I've ever heard.
"Blaine just let me get this out of I might lose my nerve again."
Nodding he took both my hands and moved himself closer to the edge of the bed to my left when he closed his eyes and did something I hadn't expected. With eyes closed and his one hand still grasping mine Kurt started to whisper sing to me, and the song confirmed that he knew what today really meant to me.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
It had the same Marilyn Monroe quality to it, and I wasn't sure if it was because that was his complete intention or because he was so nervous doing it. In one quick and completely mind fucking movement Kurt straddled my hips over the duvet so that he was sitting in my lap.
Happy Birthday dear Blaine.
Hap-py Birthday...to..you
He had lingered over my body ever so gently and it had to be a combination of the most erotic and sweetest feeling of my life thus far. Kurt, the man that wouldn't, couldn't sing anymore had just opened up the tiniest bit and sung for me, and had sung a song that I loathed. Somehow he made me love it a little.
"Kurt that was.." Kurt leaned in and kissed me then and I forgot for a second what I was going to say as his warm lips moistened my own in a dance that was becoming my new favourite thing.
"Happy Birthday Blaine." He whispered these words against my lips and for the first time in so many years I smiled at the sentiment.
"Thank you love."
"My pleasure." Kurt winked again as we laughed together into the kiss. I swear if this was what happened every year on this date than I could actually see myself starting to love birthdays again. His warm lips and kind soul reminding me of the hurt that I had endured, but the promise that we would try and fix each other one birthday at a time.
Soooooooo? I'm awesome or not so much...I hope you liked it, I'm kinda proud of the shower lovins and anger management :) Leave me a comment guys, they fuel my fire ( get your minds out of the gutter!) LOL *Throws celebratory chocolate chip muffins*