Chapter 11
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"Does it always hurt this way?"
"What is?"
"Finding yourself keep falling for that one person you can never have…"
-Nurul
Day 7
Blaine took one long pull right from the vodka bottle and set it on the floor before rolling onto his stomach, watching Kurt take a puff from the joint and holding the smoke for a moment longer than necessary before blowing it out. It wasn't something they did very often. Or at all. It was actually the first time he gave in to Kurt—"Can we try it again? Blaine, come on! I don't even remember it all too clearly. Please?"—since the night he breathed smoke into Kurt's mouth for the very first time. Blaine was oddly fascinated by the way Kurt's lips wrapped around the joint, the way his eyes fluttered when he took the first hit and breathed in deep, the way he watched the smoke curl up and dissipate in front of him with dazed eyes.
Blaine draped an arm over Kurt's thighs, digging his fingers underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, an easy, careless smile on his face as he looked up at Kurt.
"Let's go swimming," he suggested, like it made any fucking sense. The look Kurt gave him in return did nothing to deter Blaine. "I'm serious. I wanna swim with you."
Blaine looked like a little kid, a pretty drunk slightly high kid, but the mischievous look in his eye, the mess of curls falling in his face and the slight pout made him too adorable to just ignore. Kurt took one more drag from the joint and then handed it to Blaine, his voice a little hoarse from the smoke as he spoke.
"And where do you suggest we swim genius? I don't see a pool anywhere."
The corners of Blaine's eyes crinkled, and he dropped his head back a little, laughing at the honestly confused look on Kurt's face.
"You're so adorable I don't know what to do with you sometimes," Blaine said, humor and appreciation clear in his voice. He stubbed out the end of the joint and flung it onto the cement on their patio before rising to his feet, albeit not very gracefully. He offered Kurt a hand, which he took almost immediately, and pulled him up to his feet. Kurt giggled when their chests collided, and Blaine brought his index finger to his lips, making a hush sound.
"I'm taking you swimming now, but you can't make a sound. It's very important, okay? Nod if you understand."
Blaine bit his inner lip to keep himself from cracking at the puzzled look on Kurt's face, a frown forming across his ridiculously beautiful face as if he couldn't decide if Blaine was serious or not. He nodded anyway, his Bambi eyes searching Blaine's face expectantly. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to the wall that they shared with their next door neighbors. Blaine hadn't done something like this since high school. It was ridiculous. He was feeling ridiculous. The whole fucking thing was ridiculous, and Blaine was loving every second of it. Fortunately, the risk was less than he let on to Kurt because he knew the neighbors had left for a week in Vegas just a couple of days ago, but he wasn't about to tell that to Kurt because why take away the fun of doing something daring?
Kurt tried his best to scale the stucco wall separating their house from Mr. Murray's, but he didn't exactly have his head wrapped around what they were doing. He made it to the top, but totally would have fallen on his ass if Blaine hadn't been there to catch him when he tried to jump from the wall into Mr. Murray's yard, just missing the big cactus in the corner. Just as Kurt was unsteadily getting to his feet, Blaine placed a sweet kiss on his nose and started pulling him towards the middle of the yard, where there was an in-ground swimming pool. Kurt tried to pull Blaine back, afraid they would get in serious shit if their neighbors happened to wake up.
"Blaine... Blaine what the hell are we doing? I don't even have swim trunks with me."
Once they reached the edge of the pool, Blaine just turned around and looked at Kurt with a huge smirk on his face, his eyes wide with excitement. Kurt would have kissed that expression right off of his face if he hadn't been slightly paranoid as well as extremely curious as to what he was up to.
It turned out Kurt didn't have to wait too long. Blaine stripped off all his clothes in a blink of an eye and cannonballed into the pool, splashing Kurt in the process.
Kurt bit his lip to try to silence his laughter as Blaine came up for air, grinning from ear to ear, his beautiful curls matted to his head, and his eyes glistening in the moonlight. Kurt whispered loudly, "Oh my fucking god Blaine, you're fucking crazy!"
Blaine hissed at the chill against his skin; the water was colder than he'd thought it would be, but he adjusted quickly, dipping under again and again until his hair was clinging to his scalp. He ducked under one more time to slick it back, then surfaced to let himself float on his back, looking over at Kurt with a big grin on his face.
"You're wearing too many clothes," he whispered furiously, his eyes raking over Kurt's body, the dim light casting flickering shadows over Kurt's face. "Get in here, and I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
Kurt shook his head with a smile stuck on his face that he didn't seem to be able to wipe off; he whispered a quiet "fuck" under his breath before he took off his shirt and his sweatpants, shushing Blaine when he whistled.
"I must really like you or something," Kurt muttered, just loud enough for Blaine to hear.
With that Kurt hurriedly stripped off his briefs, took a running start and jumped in the water, making sure to splash Blaine as he did. The water was way colder than he'd expected, and it took a couple seconds for him to pop his head out of the water and swim over to where Blaine was standing in water deep enough to almost reach his shoulders, but still able to touch bottom.
"Fuck! Fuck! Blaine, it's cold! Warn a guy next time!"
Before Kurt could even finish his sentence, Blaine's arms were already wrapped around him, trying to warm him up, and Kurt's heart was warmed even before his flesh lost its goosebumps.
"So... Now we're naked in someone else's pool. Now what?"
Blaine pulled Kurt's legs around his waist and dropped his mouth to the side of Kurt's neck, his favorite place to put his lips, enjoying the way their skin slid against each other.
"We are naked together in a pool, and you still care about it being someone else's?" Blaine whispered against Kurt's damp skin, catching water droplets with his tongue as he spoke. "Obviously I'm doing something wrong."
Blaine walked them to the shallow part of the pool, and let go of Kurt's legs after he braced Kurt's back against the smooth edge, their skin sliding together beautifully, slippery under the water, and suddenly the water wasn't cold anymore as their heated flesh slipped and slid together. He heard a whine escape Kurt's throat when their cocks lined up, and Blaine leaned in to take his earlobe between his teeth.
"Want me to show you how long I can hold my breath underwater?" he asked, voice low as he rubbed against Kurt. "I'm sure we can find a way to keep my mouth busy while I'm down there," he added with a smirk in his voice as he lightly fondled Kurt to show exactly what he meant.
Kurt couldn't do much else besides nod and watch Blaine with hooded eyes. Kurt loved that Blaine always had ways of surprising him. When Blaine moved off the spot on his neck that drove him crazy and started to sink down in the water, Kurt grabbed Blaine's face, pulling him up for one more long and passionate kiss before smirking and releasing him.
"Okay, you can continue now."
Blaine leaned up for another kiss, catching the corner of Kurt's lips, a feral grin on his face.
"Oh yeah," he agreed, his voice dripping sex and seduction, "I love it when you talk bossy."
xxx
Day 6
Blaine rolled his eyes when Kurt picked Lost River on the touch screen, but he still entered his credit card number and gave Kurt a stern look when he opened his mouth to protest. Neither of them said it was a date, but Blaine wanted to make Kurt feel like it was one; so there was no way he was letting Kurt pay for anything.
"I can't believe you're willing to see a horror movie just because Ryan Gosling directed it. He won't even be in the movie." Blaine shook his head while leading Kurt to the snack bar. He rolled his eyes again, albeit very fondly, when Kurt started going on and on about how Ryan Gosling was a man of many talents, and they should support his career so he wouldn't stop showing his pretty face in the movies in the future. Blaine scowled at the dreamy look on Kurt's face while talking about Ryan Gosling and ended up getting a little too much candy for a two hour movie.
"He isn't even that gorgeous. No need to start drooling over a name."
Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine's as they walked toward the theater, acting as if it wasn't a big deal. The hand holding in general wasn't; when they were at home watching a movie or TV, their hands often found one another's, but being out in public, showing any kind of affection was a big deal. They drove to a theater where they were pretty positive they wouldn't run into the normal crew or anyone else that could expose them; so Kurt thought he was safe to act like they were a normal couple. Besides, his hand fit pretty perfectly in Blaine's; so why not?
Kurt caught the small smile Blaine threw his way as he squeezed Kurt's hand just slightly, walking them to two empty seats towards the back of the theater. It was the small, seemingly insignificant moments like these that made Kurt really think they could make this work, way past the month they had originally given themselves.
"Aww, is someone jealous? I'll let you in on a little secret... I think you are way hotter than him, but don't tell Ryan. He's still on my list, you know."
Blaine arched an eyebrow and threw an arm over the back of Kurt's seat, squeezing Kurt's shoulder just shy of painful.
"I think I need to know more about this list," he said, his voice low and teasing, a mock threatening look on his face. "You know I don't like to share."
Kurt chuckled and grabbed the red vines from Blaine's lap, kissing him on the cheek.
"Don't worry, sweetie; I just want to see you guys fight over me. I would still choose you, win or lose."
Blaine rolled his eyes with fondness, but Kurt couldn't tell if it was because he still wasn't satisfied with Kurt's response or because he didn't believe him; so Kurt ran his hand down Blaine's thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Have I told you that I think you're super-hot when you get jealous?"
Blaine cracked a grin at that and was about to lean in and show Kurt how much hotter he could be when he heard his name called from the row in front of them. He looked away from Kurt to find Alicia, a girl he and Jamie once were really tight with, staring back at them, her body turned around slightly. Blaine turned to face her fully, a polite smile forming across his face.
"Alicia… Hey, long time no see. How've you been?" he asked, narrowing his eyes when he saw Alicia looking down at his lap rather than his face, and oh Kurt's hand was still on his thigh. Alicia regrouped quickly though, returning Blaine's smile.
"Oh, you know, same old same old..." she replied; despite making eye contact with Blaine, her eyes kept sweeping to Kurt. "Can't say the same about you, I see." She winked, throwing a welcoming smile Kurt's way. "If he's the reason you don't call anymore, you're forgiven."
Blaine fought to urge to duck his head and blush like a giddy teenager under Alicia's close scrutiny, even though he wasn't the one who was the receiving end of her intent stare. He could see the approval and also a touch of attraction maybe—because who wouldn't—and he would be lying if he said he didn't feel at least a little bit proud.
"Ahh," Blaine said, very elaborately, his arm still thrown over Kurt's shoulder, and he couldn't help but pull him closer. "It's more because I'm a shitty friend, but yeah, you could say I've been busy."
Alicia nodded at Blaine's words understandingly before introducing herself to Kurt. Kurt batted some eyelashes and looked at Alicia like she was the most special person on the earth and that was it; Alicia was sold. She shook Kurt's hand enthusiastically and made a thumbs up at Blaine.
"He's a cutie. Keep him."
Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's arm. "I am."
Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as he tried to tame the huge grin on his face into a more appropriate smile. He entangled his fingers with the one Blaine had draped around his shoulder, trying to play it cool, but on the inside Kurt was like a giddy puppy. Not only did Blaine not pull away from him when an outsider approached, he also acted as if they were a real life couple. They had been very careful not to label anything these past three weeks, but it felt really, really good to feel like he was Blaine's in every sense of the word. He would gladly be a 'kept' man, if Blaine was his other half. Kurt looked up at Blaine through his lashes as he spoke.
"So you're gonna keep me, huh? Do I get a say in this?"
Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head and buried his nose in his tousled hair.
"You do get a say," Blaine said, dragging his nose along the length of Kurt's neck, "as long as you say you're mine."
Kurt leaned into Blaine while he placed sweet kisses along his neck, sighing contently. He really couldn't think of anything that sounded better than to be Blaine's completely. It wasn't as if he had asked Kurt to be his boyfriend or anything like that; they still had a lot of things to figure out, but this was a start.
"I say, 'I really like the sound of that.'"
xxx
Day 5
Kurt let out a groan when he opened his eyes and saw the clock, noticing it was only 6:30 in the morning when he didn't need to be up until at least 9:00. Also, ever since Blaine had been making it a habit of waking him up with his magic tongue, Kurt was trying to make it a point of not being the first one to wake up; so that was another reason he wasn't happy about being awake now. But now that he was, he could already feel the heat radiate through his body from the human furnace that was Blaine, draped and tangled around him, keeping him rooted in place. Kurt then realized just how thirsty he was; he resolved to go get a drink of water, cool off, and then try to fall back asleep next to Blaine for a few more hours. It took at least five minutes to free himself from Blaine without waking him, but Kurt managed with some feather kisses and some strategic moves to make it downstairs without disturbing him.
While Kurt was filling his glass, he glanced out the window and noticed the first signs of dawn as the dark of the night was just starting to fade. Kurt suddenly got a great idea, forgetting his water on the counter, and starting a pot of coffee instead. Once that was going, he put a couple of pop tarts in the toaster and ran back upstairs like an excited child to Blaine's room. Blaine was still lying there, just as Kurt had left him, except now he was curled around Kurt's pillow, hugging it just as tightly as he'd been hugging Kurt just a few minutes earlier. Kurt smiled at the adorableness of the moment before sitting on the edge of the bed and placing small, sweet kisses on Blaine's lips, cheeks, and eyelids until he stirred awake, mumbling incoherently to himself. Kurt whispered while tucking his hair behind his ears.
"Wake up, baby. I want you to come downstairs with me, but you have to hurry."
"No hurry… yes sleep," Blaine mumbled, fluttering his eyes open groggily. He rubbed his knuckles over his eyes, trying to make sense of the time and his surroundings. He groaned when he noticed the first light of morning seeping through the window and draped an arm over Kurt's thighs to snuggle in closer, putting his head on Kurt's lap, his eyes closing quickly once again.
"You okay? Is someone dead? Why are we waking up in the middle of the night?" he asked, his voice muffled from where he was nuzzled into Kurt's stomach.
Kurt carded his fingers through Blaine's curls, wondering if he could get any more adorable just as he let out almost a purr, and Kurt about melted. But he really wanted to watch the sunrise with Blaine, and now that he got the idea in his head, he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"No, don't go back to sleep, B. I have a surprise."
Blaine let out an audible groan and buried his face in Kurt's lap so Kurt kissed the top of his head and then nudged him with his knee until he was sitting up. Kurt started to place cute little kisses on Blaine's lips until he opened his eyes.
"Please, B? I made coffee and everything. Pretty please?"
Blaine made a sound of contentment as Kurt started to place sweet kisses on his lips and, suddenly feeling very awake, pressed in further. He could feel Kurt smiling against his lips, which made him smile, too, and they had to pull back eventually because they were two idiots smiling too big to properly kiss.
"Okay. I'm awake now. You can have your way with me," he murmured against Kurt's neck. With an encouraging smile on his face, Kurt got up from the bed and pulled Blaine to his feet. "Damn," Blaine thought vaguely as he sleepily realized he'd probably follow Kurt anywhere.
It turned out Blaine didn't need to be that dramatic anyway because Kurt ended up taking him down to their kitchen, filling two travel mugs with coffee while Blaine sank down into a chair, head dropping to the table.
"Not that I don't appreciate the effort, babe, but what's with the emergency with coffee?"
Kurt handed the coffee mug and a pop tart to Blaine, grinning as he took his hand and pulled him towards their back door and on to the porch. They were just in time to see the sun peaking over the mountains and the pink and orange hue being cast in the nearly cloudless sky. Beaming at Blaine, Kurt gestured to the sunrise.
"I woke up early and decided I really wanted to watch the sunrise with you. You know, because I'm romantic and shit."
Blaine knew he was supposed to pay attention to the sunrise and how beautiful it was and all that jazz, but he literally couldn't will his eyes to look away from Kurt's face. It was the happiest Blaine had ever seen him, looking so serene and blessed as if he had just been granted his biggest wish. Blaine didn't give a fuck about the sunrise. But he cared a lot about the fact that he was falling for someone who liked him enough to want to share sunrises and morning coffees with him.
He wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist from behind and buried his chin in his neck, looking up at the clouds that were near the horizon and the ray of sun shining under them, making them gorgeous colors of pink, purple, yellow and orange, the colors surrounding the sun and lightening the sky. Blaine would almost call it pretty if he hadn't been holding something so much more beautiful in his arms. The look on Kurt's face as the delicate light of the sun's first light played across his features was better than any artist could imagine.
"Yeah," he murmured in Kurt's ear, his voice heavy with all the things he was feeling but couldn't say, "you're a little shit, all right. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
xxx
Day 4
Blaine made a face at the stifling air inside the mall as he stood next to Kurt on the escalator, one arm wrapped around his slender waist; he dropped his head to Kurt's shoulder, blowing a raspberry into his neck.
"I just don't know why you need me for picking out a pair of jeans. You know I'm a big fan of the white ones and the red ones and the black ones that make your ass look like the eighth wonder of the world. You really don't need more jeans, babe."
Kurt rolled his eyes, excitedly dragging Blaine by the hand towards Macy's, not caring about the heavy sighs and immense eye-rolling coming from Mr. Grumpy pants. If Kurt knew his ass like he thought he did, the second Blaine saw him in the True Religion distressed skinny jeans he wanted, he knew Blaine would always volunteer to go shopping with Kurt from now on.
"For one, these aren't just any jeans, Blaine, and for two, I don't want you to get bored with me and my fantastic ass; so we both have to make sacrifices—me with my wallet and you with spending your precious time in a mall."
Blaine pinched Kurt's ass as discreetly as he could behind the basic T-shirt shelf and rolled his eyes maybe for the tenth time that day.
"You're lucky you're pretty," he quipped, following Kurt around the shop as he grabbed a burgundy shirt, a couple V-necks and a thin sweater. "I already exceeded my limit the moment you spent more than five minutes picking out a simple, white shirt."
Blaine didn't complain, though, when Kurt dumped everything he'd just grabbed into his arms and headed for the jeans section, a huge grin on his face. Blaine trailed behind him like a lost puppy—a loaded-down puppy. The things he did for this boy.
"Besides," he whispered in Kurt's ear when he caught up to him, "there's no way I'd ever get tired of that ass. It's my favorite thing about you."
He flashed a grin when Kurt scowled at his words, shaking his head as if to say he gave up. Blaine didn't miss the way his cheeks got darker, though; so it was still a win.
Kurt must have a sixth sense for these things because he found his fabulous True Religion jeans on the first rack he checked out, and in his exact size, just begging to be tried on. He snatched them up, almost hiding them from Blaine, grabbed the purple V-neck shirt from the pile in Blaine's arms, and motioned for him to follow him towards the dressing room. Kurt sat Blaine on the chair outside and kissed his forehead.
"There, you get to sit; so stop complaining and do your job. I'm going to go try these jeans on, and you tell me if they're worth the very expensive price tag."
With a wink Kurt was practically skipping off to try on the jeans he's been wanting for months.
Blaine was busy replying to a text on his phone when he heard Kurt clear his throat to catch his attention. Blaine switched off his phone without getting to send the text and looked up with an easy smile—which froze on his lips when he saw Kurt leaning against the door of the dressing room, with his legs that looked a mile long casually crossed at the ankles. Kurt uncrossed his legs and took a step forward before making a show of slowly swirling around.
If Blaine thought Kurt was hot before, he needed another adjective to describe how Kurt was looking right now because fuck. Kurt had never mentioned that the jeans he was dying to buy were torn and ripped and tight as fuck and were going to fit him like gloves fit fingers. The cuts all along the length of legs were showing glimpses of Kurt's skin, teasingly suggesting what else might be revealed, and the way they were hugging his ass in all the right ways, leaving literally nothing to the imagination, was making Blaine's mouth water.
And Blaine didn't know how he hadn't realized Kurt was going commando under his pants, but it was so obvious now; Kurt definitely wasn't wearing any underwear. And, although Blaine had seen him naked before, multiple times even, there was something so totally mind-blowingly sexy about the way the fabric was stretched around the halves of Kurt's ass, covering it like a second skin.
Blaine realized he was staring when Kurt cleared his throat again, a little exaggeratedly this time, and god, the look on Kurt's face—like he knew exactly what he was doing to him—made something suddenly snap inside of Blaine. He took a quick, desultory look around before pulling Kurt back inside the dressing room he had just left, closing the door firmly behind them.
"We're buying them," he growled in Kurt's ear, slotting one thigh between Kurt's, his hands already on Kurt's ass, groping, rubbing and squeezing the perky flesh through the fabric as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to do first.
"Do you think they'd mind if we made them a little dirty first?" Kurt almost purred.
The reaction from Blaine was even more than Kurt had hoped for. He'd seen the jeans on a model before so he knew just how tight they were. He knew that the fabric would accentuate his assets, and he knew it would get Blaine excited. What he didn't expect was Blaine almost foaming at the mouth like some feral dog and, fuck, was it hot.
The way Blaine forced them into the tiny dressing room and let his hands roam roughly and unapologetically all over the new fabric was a complete turn-on. Kurt could feel himself getting excited, and he knew that these jeans in particular accentuated that, as well. Kurt, his breathing already slightly erratic, extended his long neck for Blaine to attack with his mouth.
"Honestly I don't give a fuck if they care," Kurt gasped. "After all, if I'm buying them, I'll have to get the things off somehow."
Blaine sank his teeth into the delectable skin where Kurt's neck met his shoulder; he sucked and licked until he had Kurt whimpering and breathing heavily against his body. As he continued to fumble with the buttons on the jeans, he spoke hotly against Kurt's skin.
"Don't you worry, beautiful, I'm at your service; we'll get them off together."
xxx
Day 3
It was kind of a perfect afternoon, and Kurt hadn't really done much of anything all day. He had awakened with Blaine in his bed, which was kind of strange because Blaine, for some unfathomable reason, had insisted that they sleep apart last night. Knowing Blaine couldn't stay away from him for even one night filled Kurt with so many emotions that he felt full to overflowing.
They took their time cuddling and engaging in other fabulous activities that left Kurt breathless and a little hungry. They made a late breakfast together, Blaine making the pancakes and Kurt the bacon. The rest of the morning had been spent on the sofa with Blaine working on his thesis and Kurt reading a book. Blaine sat back with his feet on the coffee table while Kurt stretched out, his head on the armrest and his legs stretched across Blaine's lap, while Blaine balanced his laptop on Kurt's legs. They both found this arrangement surprisingly comfortable, and the comfort level improved Blaine's ability to stay focused.
Finally, though, Blaine closed his laptop and set it on the end table before running his fingers through Kurt's hair; Kurt couldn't help the sounds of contentment that left his lips.
Kurt looked up, relishing the fact that Blaine was already looking at him. "All done being a responsible adult?"
Blaine's lips twitched up into a fond smile at the sounds he evoked from Kurt, and he started to massage Kurt's scalp gently, enjoying the way Kurt was relaxing into his lap.
"Nope. It's a full time job with you being my baby boy," he teased, tugging at Kurt's hair slightly. "Come on, get up. You've been a very good boy all day; so I'm taking you to my favorite waffle place."
Kurt rolled his eyes at the "boy" reference, but smiled before standing up and pulling Blaine up and into his body to kiss him sweetly. As it always seemed to, the kiss quickly turned into something more heated, and Kurt had to pull himself back eventually, blushing furiously at his lack of self-control. He slipped his hands into Blaine's back pockets, ducking slightly to bury his face in the side of his neck.
"I... uh... guess I'm not as good of a boy as you thought now, am I?"
He pushed a little farther back from Blaine to keep himself from diving in for a second taste of those delicious lips, blushing once again when Blaine started to chuckle. Kurt shook his head and pushed Blaine playfully.
"It's not my fault! Stop being so damn irresistible and take me to get some waffles!"
Blaine made a show of looking at Kurt with big, innocent eyes and a confused expression on his face, as if he wasn't feeling the same hunger for Kurt as Kurt had for him. He grabbed Kurt's hand, his phone, and his keys with his other hand before leading him out of the house. Blaine locked the door while Kurt gathered their helmets from the chair on their front porch. Blaine didn't remember a time when he had been so in sync with another person as he was with Kurt. Not even with Jamie. It was nice, if also a little scary.
Kurt flashed Blaine a mega-watt smile as Blaine led him to the bike, putting his helmet on without Blaine having to tell him. Blaine shook his head when Kurt moved to straddle the back of the bike; he pointed at the forward seat. Kurt took his helmet off and looked at Blaine in disbelief.
"Thought maybe you'd want to give me a ride this time?" Blaine asked, enjoying the way Kurt's eyes widened, first in disbelief and then in excitement as what Blaine said started to sink in.
Kurt almost dropped his helmet at Blaine's suggestion. He never thought in a million years Blaine would let him drive his Harley—and not just because he was so protective of his bike. Blaine had been so protective of Kurt since day one that it was a miracle he was willing to let Kurt do anything with any danger level at all. Kurt didn't know the first thing about driving a motorcycle, just what he had picked up while holding onto Blaine and watching him as he drove. This was so different—dangerous, exciting—and maybe a little terrifying.
"W-what? Blaine… no... I couldn't... Really? No... That's crazy. This is your baby! What if I break it or crash it or..."
Blaine pressed a finger against Kurt's lips, effectively hushing him, then tracing his lower lip with his thumb.
"You," Blaine started, punctuating the word, "are my baby. And I see the way you look at me when I ride. You're a natural; I can tell by the way you ride, even as a passenger. I know you'll love it. I'll talk you through it, I promise. Do you trust me?"
Kurt stared almost reverently with wide eyes when Blaine corrected him and told him that no, he was his baby. It was the equivalent of Blaine telling Kurt that he was one of the most important things in his life, and Kurt had no idea when that happened but, damn, did it feel good! Kurt bit his lip and nodded nervously, kissing Blaine's thumb.
"I trust you."
Kurt let out a nervous breath and secured his helmet back on his head before climbing on the bike and tightly gripping the handlebars, waiting for some kind of instruction from Blaine as he tried his best to calm his nerves.
"O-okay, now what?"
Blaine covered Kurt's hand with his and squeezed his fingers, noticing how tense his posture was and how tightly he was gripping the handlebars.
"Okay, first of all, just try to relax. I'm here and I won't let anything bad happen to you. Deep breaths. In and out. Perfect."
Blaine calmly explained the different controls, having Kurt experiment a little with each and repeat back his instructions, until he was sure Kurt was feeling more comfortable. Then, after making sure Kurt knew how to start and stop the bike, he stepped back and pointed at the handlebars.
"Now pull in the clutch lever and put the bike into first gear. Yes, just like that. That's good."
He gave Kurt an encouraging smile before dropping his gaze to Kurt's feet.
"You'll want to put your feet out in front of you so that your heels are on the ground and your toes are pointed up."
Blaine beamed when Kurt did exactly as he was told and gave him a thumbs up as he looked at Blaine expectantly.
"Okay now slowly let out the clutch lever until the bike starts to roll forward. Yes! That's it. See, you're a natural."
They continued like that, Blaine giving instructions both verbally and visually, encouraging Kurt with kisses when he got frustrated with himself. It didn't take long for Kurt to manage to power-walk the bike and ride in a straight line. Blaine wasn't just saying it when he told Kurt he was a natural. He was eager to learn and even more eager to please Blaine, and Blaine could fall for him even more for even that reason alone.
He put on his own helmet and sat behind Kurt, wrapping both arms around Kurt's waist, his chin on Kurt's shoulder.
"We'll only take back roads, but I think you can take us to Lola's now. I'll give you the directions. Is that okay with you, sir?" Blaine spoke playfully into Kurt's ear while spreading his fingers on Kurt's stomach.
Kurt was becoming more confident under Blaine's sincere encouragement, and he had to admit it felt good having Blaine behind him, holding onto him for a change. Something about being in control, being the one Blaine trusted to get him somewhere safely felt good. Kurt didn't think he would give up riding passenger and having an excuse for tightly holding Blaine forever, but this was a nice change of pace.
Kurt nodded and turned around to place one last kiss on Blaine's lips before kicking off and starting out on the quiet side street. It was a little shaky at first, with Kurt getting the hang of the clutch, and his speed was a bit erratic, but Blaine was patient and his calm voice soothed Kurt's nerves. Before he knew it he was pulling into Lola's parking lot; he turned off the bike and put the kickstand down. He had an exhilarated look on his face as he took his helmet off, not even caring about his messed up hair. Once Blaine was off the bike, Kurt surprised both of them by pretty much jumping into his arms.
"Blaine, god that was such a rush! I-I haven't felt like that since you took me on that first ride. Thank you!"
Blaine was taken aback by the way Kurt just threw himself into his arms right in the middle of Lola's parking lot, but he didn't waste a single second before wrapping his arms around Kurt, relishing the kisses Kurt was scattering all over his neck. Something in the way Kurt looked at Blaine right after he turned off the bike, as if he couldn't believe it had actually happened, made Blaine's heart practically swell in his chest. He wasn't some comic-book hero, but when Kurt looked at him the way he did, Blaine couldn't help but feel like one.
He brought one hand up and grabbed the back of Kurt's head, his other still wrapped securely around Kurt's waist as he nuzzled into Kurt's neck, "Anything for you."
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Day 2
Ever since Kurt told Blaine he was going out to have some drinks with Noah, it seemed as if Blaine hadn't been himself—well, he hadn't seemed like the Blaine he'd been since they've been together—more like the Blaine from before, when he'd been hiding his feelings. Kurt kind of understood; after all, they only had a little over a week left before they came to their proverbial fork in the road. Still, Kurt missed his best friend, and he also thought Noah was starting to suspect something.
Kurt finished fixing his hair and went downstairs to find Blaine sitting on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through the guide on the TV, not really selecting a show. He sat next to him and kissed him on the cheek, but frowned when Blaine didn't lean into it like he usually did.
"Everything okay, gorgeous?"
Blaine knew he'd been acting like a moody teenager since the moment Kurt told him he was meeting Noah for drinks. It wasn't that he wanted Kurt all to himself—okay maybe he did—but he had only two days left before Jamie came to visit, and Blaine would have to go back to all that pretending crap, and he so wasn't ready for this…this whatever this relationship with Kurt might be…this…this imperfectly perfect relationship…to end.
He shrugged casually at Kurt's question and nodded absentmindedly, fighting the urge to grab Kurt's hand and not let him out of his sight.
"Yeah, sure. Why?"
Kurt sighed but decided not to push it, thinking Blaine would most likely just shut down even more if he did. He squeezed Blaine's leg, noticing a hint of sadness in his eyes, making Kurt almost reach for the phone to cancel on Noah. Instead, he tried to be reassuring as he continued, "Okay... Well, we're only going to grab a couple beers. I won't be late; I wouldn't want to miss our…um…bedtime ritual."
Kurt thought he would at least get a smirk out of that, but… nothing.
Blaine shook his head and continued to flip channels without actually seeing what was on TV.
"Don't worry about it," he replied, attempting to brush it off. Blaine knew he wasn't being fair; god did he know, but he couldn't help feel like this was just a preview of how his life was going to be once they were forced out of their happy bubble.
"Tell Noah I said hi," he tried; it was a weak response, but, hey, it was the effort that counted.
Kurt thought they were past this routine of hiding what they were feeling and acting like they just didn't care, but apparently they weren't—or at least Blaine wasn't. Kurt shook his head and stood up, grabbing his keys from the table next to Blaine.
"Fine. I guess I'll just see you later... or not. Whatever."
Kurt didn't wait for Blaine to respond; he was tired of his passive aggressiveness; so he just walked out the door and got into his car without another word. It was like he was on auto-pilot as he drove to the Cue Club to meet Noah, worrying about whether he should have stayed at the house or pushed Blaine to talk about what was bothering him. Walking into the bar, he tried to shake the sense of guilt and confusion so he could give Noah his full attention.
Kurt smiled when he saw that Noah already had a table and a beer waiting for him
"Sorry I'm late; it was... nothing. Thanks for the beer."
Noah raised an eyebrow at Kurt, watching how quickly he was drinking his Corona.
"What's up, dude?"
There was a concerned look on Noah's face, and Kurt got the feeling he knew something. It was becoming really exhausting keeping up this charade, but he still tried to act like his entire mind wasn't on Blaine.
"Nothing. It was just… Blaine, he was in this mood when I left, and it just brought me down. He really is frustrating; I'm glad to get out for a while."
Okay; so maybe it wasn't possible to pretend he wasn't thinking about Blaine and, judging from the look Noah was giving him, his friend wasn't buying his failed attempt of brushing it off as nothing.
Noah set his beer down, analyzing the stressed-out look on Kurt's face, knowing that it wasn't the reaction of a guy who didn't care, who didn't have something else invested. Noah kicked Kurt lightly under the table and looked at him, serious concern written on his face.
"Is there something going on between you? And don't lie, man. I'm your best friend."
Kurt dropped his head, feeling defeated; he took a deep breath before trying to even attempt to explain things to Noah.
"It's complicated, okay? We're just trying to figure it out, and we didn't want to tell anyone until we did… and with Jamie coming... I think Blaine is really worried about that, but he won't say anything."
Noah smiled just enough for the corners of his mouth to turn up slightly as he took a long drink of his beer.
"I knew it. I honestly saw something there from the party where we first met. It was only a matter of time. Your secret's safe with me, dude; you should've known that. But maybe you should go back home. It's obviously bothering you."
Kurt smiled genuinely at his friend but shook his head.
"No, it…it's fine. I came out to spend the night with you; so that's what I'm going to do. I'm not wor—"
"Go home, Kurt," Noah said matter-of-factly. "Go check if that boy of yours is okay, and I'll go talk that hot redhead at the end of the bar into going home with me."
Kurt looked closely at Noah to make sure he was serious and not upset, but he seemed sincere and insistent; so Kurt finished his beer, hugged his friend with a newly appreciated warmth instead of the usual bro-hug, and left the club. He walked quickly to his car, eager to get home.
Blaine had been feeling like shit since he heard the uneasiness and hurt in Kurt's voice before he left the house. It wasn't Kurt's fault he was having such a hard time accepting that their time together was coming to an end. Blaine didn't even know what he was trying to do, acting as if he couldn't care less about Kurt coming back home. He cared a lot about that actually. He cared so much he didn't realize he was already at the door when he heard the doorknob turn. He didn't even question why Kurt was back so early; he was just really glad he was.
He didn't give Kurt even a second to breathe before he pulled him inside and pushed him against the door, crashing their lips together.
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered furiously. "I'm an asshole; I'm really sorry."
Kurt knew he'd made the right choice to come home early as soon as Blaine began placing desperate kisses on his lips again and again in between whispered apologies. Although he was grateful for the apologies, it was obvious Blaine needed him and whether he told him why wasn't the point; the point was that Kurt felt like he belonged somewhere, with someone, and he had never felt like that before. He grabbed Blaine's face with both hands, stopping him so he could look into those gorgeous eyes.
"It's okay, baby, really; it's fine. I wanted to come home and just be with you. So can we do that? Just be us—together?"
Blaine nodded his head fervently and continued placing kisses all over Kurt's face and then resting his forehead against Kurt's. Kissing Kurt felt like the most intense kind of breathing.
"Yeah," Blaine whispered, his voice cracking at the intensity of his own feelings, the overwhelming need to just keep Kurt in his arms and never let him go. "Yeah, I'd like that."
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Day 1
It wasn't even that late, and Kurt shouldn't have been so tired, but here he was, finding it hard to keep his eyes open as he nestled into Blaine's chest while they watched Gilmore Girls on Netflix—Kurt's choice, but now Blaine's secret obsession. Kurt loosely draped his arm around Blaine's stomach, yawning and burying his nose further into his side.
"Mmmm, that sex on the kitchen table earlier made me sleepy; you're tiring me out, old man."
Blaine shook his head even though Kurt couldn't see him because of the way his face was buried deep in Blaine's chest; he gently squeezed Kurt's side.
"Hey, no, don't fall asleep on me now. I wanna know who Rory'll end up choosing in the next episode," Blaine said, his voice soft and maybe a little desperate, trying to keep Kurt awake as long as he could.
Kurt replied with a sleepy "hmm" and snuggled closer into Blaine's chest, and Blaine tried hard not to lose it then and there. So this was it. This was his last night with Kurt; there would be no more lazy mornings in bed, spontaneous make up sessions, or all those easy smiles and cuddles that Blaine just couldn't get enough of. Blaine knew Kurt would be furious with him for not telling him about Jamie's change of plans and arrival, but maybe that was for the best. Blaine didn't know how to say no to Kurt when he looked at Blaine like he hung the moon.
He just didn't think it would hurt this much to say goodbye to something that wasn't even his in the first place, but there was no doubt in his mind that that was what he deserved. He was a terrible friend for betraying his best friend's trust with the most important thing in his life. There was no excuse for what he had done, just that he wanted Kurt too much to resist, and he had to bear the consequences now—which meant letting go of probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Looking back, he couldn't even pinpoint when and how it all happened—when want turned into need, attraction into affection, and fondness into other possible emotions Blaine was scared to think about.
He leaned down to place a kiss on Kurt's forehead, instinctively wrapping his arms around him even more tightly. Maybe he didn't deserve many things in life, but he believed he deserved at least one last night of having Kurt in his arms. Even if that meant he had to set an alarm and send Kurt to his room before it was too late.
"Lorelai's drinking coffee again; we're supposed to be kissing right now, Kurt," Blaine reminded, burying his nose in the mess of Kurt's rumpled hair.
Kurt's mouth turned into a drowsy smile at Blaine's words, and he placed a kiss on Blaine's belly without even opening his eyes. He was too comfortable, too at home to not completely relax in Blaine's hold. It had been three spectacular weeks, weeks of getting to really know Blaine, of getting to explore every inch of him and weeks of this—just being with each other, in the simplest form—and it was Kurt's favorite.
He knew he only had one more week of being able to fit into Blaine's arms effortlessly and without consequences. He knew once Jamie knew about them, they would have to come back to the real world, have to make some serious decisions. Kurt knew what he wanted, and he thought he knew what Blaine did, as well. But until doomsday actually arrived, Kurt just wanted this—he wanted to be able to fall asleep in the arms of the man who felt like everything to him more and more with each passing day. So that's what he did; he let Blaine's one last sweet plea to stay awake go unanswered and fell into an easy, comfortable sleep.
Blaine pressed a dry kiss against the bit of skin he could reach, and another and another until Kurt's grip around his waist loosened a bit, and Kurt's breaths were coming less urgently, more slowly, deepening as sleep overtook him.
Blaine lay in the darkness with his eyes open for a long time after Kurt's breaths dropped into the familiar rhythm of sleep. He just tried to savor the moment, the warmth of Kurt's body against his, the beat of his heart, steady and peaceful, the feel of his breaths against Blaine's skin. It was the closest Blaine ever felt to a perfect moment as he, too, fell asleep.
Jamie pulled onto the familiar street and up to the house where he had too many memories to count. California had turned out to be pretty awesome, but it wasn't home like this was. He smiled at the half dead cactus in their front yard, picturing the time Blaine was drunk out of his mind and fell butt first into it, breaking part of it off—and then, only because Blaine was like family to him, spending the rest of the night picking thorns out of his bare ass. Jamie laughed at the memory as he grabbed his duffle bag from the back seat of his Jeep and walked up to his old house. He checked his watch; it was approaching midnight so he decided it would be best to just walk in and surprise the crap out of Kurt, and even Blaine a little since he'd arrived a few hours earlier than planned.
He walked past the entryway with a happy smile, rolling his eyes at the numerous pairs of shoes piled beneath the coat rack. It seemed like Kurt was having no problem adapting to sharing a living space with Blaine. He dropped his duffel bag onto the lone chair in the hall and walked into the living room with a "Hey, losers!" at the tip of his tongue—except he never got to let it out. The sight that met him stopped his breath and rooted him to the spot.
Of all the times he imagined surprising Kurt and Blaine, this was never what he thought he would be coming home to. Jamie closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again to make sure it wasn't some trick his brain was playing—that he was actually looking at Kurt snuggled into Blaine's body, his face buried in the crook of Blaine's neck, their legs tangled, and one of Blaine's hands underneath Kurt's shirt.
Jamie had countless memories of falling asleep with Blaine cuddled to his side or vice versa, but none of them would have made anyone feel like they were intruding into something private while looking at them. And that was exactly what Jamie was feeling. He knew deep down that he should be angry and hurt and disappointed, but his first reaction to seeing his baby brother sleeping peacefully in his best friend's arms was to fight the urge to look away because it was almost too much. They looked so at ease with each other that Jamie didn't need to be a genius to know it wasn't something new. And that…that was what sucked most.
He walked back out as quietly as he walked in, grabbing his bag along the way. He was dumbfounded and numb, as if his brain couldn't decide what he should be feeling first. He sank down to the chair on their front porch and took his phone out of his pocket, typing a text to Blaine.
To Blaine: Hope you losers aren't sleeping yet because I'll be there in 10.