Chapter 12
A/N: Please note that the rating has been changed to M. This might not be relevant for a few more chapters, but I didn't want to spoil anything for anyone when the time comes. This means that I will NOT be putting up any other warnings besides this one. It's basically for sexual content, but I will gladly explain more for anyone who's in doubt about whether they would be bothered by it or not. So, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, please continue reading only if you're one hundred percent sure you're comfortable with reading M material.
Oh, and by the way, I made an account on tumblr recently, if that interests anyone... My name there is – itsdinagoldberg.
Now... without further ado, here's chapter 12.
Kurt woke up the next morning just as Blaine turned off the alarm. He moved to untangle himself from Kurt, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek and whispering quietly in his ear,
"Sorry. Go back to sleep."
Of course I'm going back to sleep... He thought to himself.
Blaine was going back to work today, as it was Monday. And Kurt saw him set the alarm for 6:30 the night before. 6:30! There was no way Kurt was getting up this early.
He was about to drift back to sleep, when he heard the door to the bathroom open. His eyes, which he started opening slowly, suddenly flew open at the sight in front of him. He felt heat flowing over his whole body, his face blushing crimson red and his heart speeding up.
In front of him was a very gorgeous, very half naked Blaine, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The lights were off in the bedroom, but the light coming from the bathroom presented Blaine's body in the best way possible, making Kurt's breath catch in his throat.
His husband was so hot.
Swallowing hard, he kept his eyes on Blaine's body until, to Kurt's dismay, it disappeared into the closet.
Blaine didn't notice Kurt staring at him, or maybe he did but pretended not to - Kurt wouldn't know as his eyes weren't really on Blaine's face at the time.
Sleep long forgotten, Kurt sat up against the headboard and tried not to pay too much attention to the image that was now imprinted forever on his mind.
He debated with himself whether he should just get up and go make some breakfast. He didn't know if Blaine ate breakfast at all before work, and he didn't want to seem as if he's trying too much. On the other hand, it would be nice to...
Before he could finish that thought, Blaine emerged from the closet, dressed in an elegant black suit with a white shirt, the top two buttons unbuttoned. He was holding two different grey ties in his hand as he moved to stand before the mirror.
Blaine gave Kurt a sweet smile when he caught his eye. He didn't look one bit surprised that Kurt wasn't asleep, which means…
He knew I was staring! Oh God! This is so embarrassing...
Kurt felt the blush creep back up his face at the realization. He tried not to think about it and focus on watching Blaine instead, who was trying to decide which tie to go with.
"The darker one." Kurt said before he could stop himself.
Really, Hummel?! Dictating your husband's clothing choices already?!
Blaine looked up, smiling at him through the mirror and started putting on the tie Kurt chose.
Well, I don't see him complaining...
Kurt kept watching Blaine as he put on his tie and then started doing his his hair. He smiled back at Blaine whenever he met his eyes, his heart swelling each time at the affection he saw in them.
It was odd how comfortable Kurt was just sitting there watching his husband get ready for work, not saying anything and not really having the need to.
Yes okay, so the blush never really left his cheeks, and his heart was beating a bit faster than normal but not at all in a bad way.
It's only been a couple of days but somehow Blaine had managed to make him feel so at ease. He felt like he belonged here, with Blaine, and that was such a wonderful feeling to have.
After Blaine left for work, Kurt got up and went to make himself some breakfast.
He spent the morning exploring their apartment, going through kitchen cabinets and book shelves and everything else he didn't have the chance to look at yet. He also met their housekeeper, Mrs. Tyson, who had to be the nicest lady he's ever met.
He wished he could say the same though about his encounter with Puck later that day.
He was meeting Rachel for lunch and he'd called Puck to drive him to the restaurant.
"Mr. Anderson." Puck greeted him with a polite nod, keeping a professional posture while holding Kurt's door open.
"Thank you." Kurt said as he got into the car.
"And it's Hummel, Kurt Hummel. But you can call me Kurt." He added with a friendly smile.
Puck eyed Kurt through the rear-view mirror, appraising him for a moment before grinning widely at whatever conclusion he must've come up with.
"Cool." He said more to himself than to Kurt and seemed to drop a bit of the stony professional posture from earlier.
After a long while of silence, Puck, to Kurt's bad luck decided to make conversation.
"So, how big is Mr. A?" He asked nonchalantly, looking in the side mirror and then back ahead, before taking a turn to the left. He wasn't even meeting Kurt's eyes, as if the question didn't even call for it.
Kurt chocked on his breath, his cheeks instantly turning bright red, and just stared in disbelief at Puck through the mirror.
When he didn't say anything, Puck gave him a 'well?' kind of look, as if he was actually expecting an answer.
"You're… umm… y-you seriously are asking your boss's husband about, umm… well…" Kurt trailed off, his eyes growing wider and his cheeks burning brighter as he perceived exactly what he had just been asked.
With another look at Kurt, Puck must've started to get what was wrong.
"Shit, not as cool as I thought then!" He muttered to himself.
Recovering a bit, Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and gave Puck the best glare he could muster in his current state of shock.
"I... apologize, Mr. Hummel. I… that was, uh... completely inappropriate of me. I just thought…" He stopped his stammering abruptly when he saw the look on Kurt's face.
"...I'm sorry." Puck finished in a low voice, and then fell silent.
Unfortunately for Kurt, that silence was short lived.
"I'm not gay, you know. If that's what you're thinking…" Puck blurted out after a while.
Oh God! What now?!
Kurt looked up at Puck and just stared at him, not even sure how to react to that.
"You know, because I asked about Mr. A's dick? I'm just saying that I'm not gay, so don't worry, I don't like have eyes for your husband or something. I'm just curious."
Kurt's eyes were growing wider with each word that came out of Puck's mouth. He was seriously starting to question if he had dialed the right number, because this guy couldn't possibly be a bodyguard.
Before he could form any coherent words to reply with, Puck was talking again.
"I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with Mr. A. He's hot, of course. Yea, totally hot! I mean, I'm a ladies' man and all but a nice ass is a…" He started saying but was cut off by a now fully panicked Kurt.
"Oh my God! Stop Talking! JEEZ! What is wrong with you?!" Kurt yelled, his voice sharp and high pitched.
He was shifting in his seat now, too uncomfortable to stay still and he was sure he was blushing crimson from head to toe.
"Oh, I didn't mean... I'm sorry." Puck said in a barely audible voice.
He stayed silent after that, to which Kurt was truly grateful. But when they finally reached the restaurant, Puck decided to speak again.
"Ummm… Mr. Hummel," He started, clearing his throat and shifting nervously in his seat.
Kurt sighed in exasperation, closing his eyes. What the hell now?
"I really am sorry for... uh, being unprofessional. I just thought that you were cool, but then you weren't that cool, and then I tried to apologize and apparently I wasn't doing that right either… I just, I'm really sorry, Mr. Hummel," Puck said sincerely. He was looking right into Kurt's eyes now, having turned to face Kurt when he parked the car, and he looked truly nervous.
Kurt just kept looking at him, not sure what to make of anything that has happened during that ride.
"I just… I know what you're thinking. But please just give me another chance. I'm really good at what I do. I can, and will protect you, sir. Mr. A wouldn't have left you with just anyone. In fact he interviewed me himself and gave me very specific instructions before he gave me this job." Puck continued.
"Umm…" Kurt started but wasn't sure what to say yet. Puck did seem genuinely sorry and Kurt believed him when he said that Blaine wouldn't have left him with just anyone...
"Please, sir?" Puck pleaded again.
Kurt thought some more for a minute before he answered.
"Okay. But no more talking about ANY of my husband's body parts!" Kurt said sternly, trying to stress the last part as much as he could, though he couldn't stop his cheeks from heating a bit at saying it.
"I promise! Thank you Mr. Hummel!" Puck replied quickly, giving Kurt a grateful smile.
Kurt opened his mouth to tell him to call him Kurt but then he remembered what happened the last time he tried that and quickly closed it.
Kurt didn't know how much he needed to see Rachel until he actually did. She was already at the restaurant when he got there, and the moment he saw her, his face broke into a huge grin, almost running to her to give her a crushing hug.
"Whoa, Kurt." Rachel laughed as she returned the hug just as tightly.
"I missed you too." She added softly, smiling into his shoulder.
She waited until they both had ordered before turning to Kurt, grinning widely.
"Okay! Tell me everything!" she said enthusiastically.
"About what?"
"KURT!" She whined in response, making him laugh.
"Okay, okay…" He said smiling broadly, heat already making its way to his cheeks.
"He is… amazing! He's so sweet and considerate, and so gorgeous! And he sings! Can you believe that?! And he dances and he kisses… um, h-he kisses me, and," Rachel squealed excitedly at that last part making him flush even redder.
"He just… he makes me feel so safe, Rachel. I don't know what it is about him that makes me feel like this, but he just does. He's just so much more than I thought he'd be." He continued telling her in a softer tone.
"Awww, Kurt…" Rachel smiled fondly at him. "I'm really happy for you. You know that, right?"
"I know." He answered, returning her smile.
They ate silently for a minute before Rachel spoke again.
"Okay, what else?" She asked with renewed enthusiasm.
"What? That's it. I've only known him for two days Rachel…" He answered, rolling his eyes.
"No, I mean where does he live? How big is his place? Is it nice? Oh! How is the décor? I bet you have a million remarks on that already! Come on! Kurt Hummel always has something to say about…" She stopped abruptly.
She looked at Kurt appraisingly for a moment, her face breaking slowly into a huge grin.
"Oh my God! KURT! You didn't comment on any of those things!" She squealed.
"So?" He asked innocently, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed him. He knew exactly what she was getting at.
"Kurt, you like him! Like, really really like him, don't you?!" She asked, still grinning widely. And that made the fire beneath his cheeks flare.
"Shut up!" He said, failing miserably to prevent the huge grin that was now covering half of his face.
Rachel laughed in response.
"Well?" She asked after a while. And then continued when she was only met but a questioning look. "His place? Your new home? The décor? Come on, Kurt! I've seen the car he drives; I can only imagine how fancy his place would be!"
Kurt laughed at that, relieved for the change of topic.
"Well, why don't you come over tomorrow and see for yourself? I'll make you lunch." He answered.
"Really?!" She asked excitedly.
"Yes, of course! I don't have anything planned out for tomorrow and Blaine won't be back from work until after 5, so…"
When Kurt got back home it was only two thirty in the afternoon. Puck, thankfully, had learned his lesson. He looked like he was going to say something a few times but ended up staying silent the whole ride back home.
Kurt said hello to Mrs. Tyson, their housekeeper, who was still at the apartment, and made his way to the study. There were a lot of books that caught his eye when he was exploring earlier that day, and he couldn't wait to start reading.
Kurt lost himself in the book he picked out, only noticing what time it was when he heard the front door shut. Seeing that it was 5:30 he assumed that that was Mrs. Tyson leaving, which meant that Blaine was coming home soon. He left the book on the sofa and went to the dining area and… wow.
The dinner table was so elegantly set. China plates and silverware neatly placed so one would sit at the head of the table and the other right beside him. There were gorgeous white flowers in the middle, surrounded by small tea light candles. They were already lit, creating a cozy intimate atmosphere. It all looked so beautiful and so romantic, making Kurt's heart skip a beat.
He wasn't there for more than a couple of minutes before Blaine was home. He felt his heart accelerate when he heard the front door open, then close. He took a deep breath as Blaine made his way to the dining area, and turned in time to see Blaine come into view.
"Hi." Kurt said softly, smiling shyly at his husband.
"Hi." Blaine replied in the same soft tone, smiling warmly at Kurt as he approached him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips.
"So, do you always dine by candle light?" Kurt asked when Blaine pulled away.
What the...?! What are you doing?! Kurt chastised himself.
Blaine smiled and shook his head. "I don't. I just asked Mrs. Tyson to make something special for today. I hope that's okay."
"Y-yes, of course! it's…" Kurt breathed out, biting his lip. He looked at the gorgeous table for a second and then back at Blaine, "It's beautiful. Thank you."
And if that's not reason enough to kiss his husband, Kurt didn't know what was. He wound his arms around Blaine's nick, and leaned in slowly, his heartbeat going crazy. This was his first time kissing a boy, as in initiating the kiss himself and it was a really big deal for him.
He started by pressing little hesitant kisses to Blaine's lips one after the other, and then, gaining confidence, he opened his lips a little and kissed Blaine fully, moving his lips in sync with Blaine's, and sucking gently on his lower lip, earning himself a soft appreciative moan from his husband.
They were both breathing heavily when they pulled apart. Blaine smiled that warm smile that seemed to make Kurt's heart flutter madly each time, and gestured at the dining table, "Dinner?"
