A/N: I am really sorry for the delay in getting this up. I have had quite a few long busy days, and I haven't felt like writing much. Once again, this is not the date... I am sorry for the suspense, but I felt the plot would be all but gone with out the addition of this scene. However, the good news is that this chapter is quite lengthy and filled with lots of Klaine-y fluffiness!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or anything else you might recognize.
Blaine's POV
As soon as Mr. Schue dismissed the group, I felt myself being pulled out of my chair and in quick succession the room itself. Looking back I could see the slight smiles on all the faces of New Directions, and the less than hidden one being worn by Mercedes. Kurt was holding my hand tightly walking a little faster than his normal strut. In all honesty I was having a Déjà vu moment, expect in a parallel universe since I was currently the one being lightly tugged down an empty hallway. It felt good, having Kurt so openly affectionate with me in this place that has caused him so much pain for who he is, even if we are alone.
Once my brain had caught up with the current situation I stalled slightly, bring Kurt to a stop with me. "Honey, where are we going? And why are we going this fast?"
"I just want to get you alone before my so called friends trick us into spending way too much time with them, instead of alone." He whined in a cute playful way, pouting his bottom lip as he continued, "I haven't seen you in a week, and I would really like to have some us time."
I need to resist his cuteness, but how? I mean the boy makes my heart practically stop just looking at him! He is slightly disheveled from pulling me through the corridors of McKinley, his cheeks slightly pink from the confession he just made. "I want some alone time too, but I have all weekend with you, and it would be nice to get to hang out with you in your natural habitat and without the pretense of spying looming over the evening." I put a pout on my face, and slightly widen my eyes for good measure.
"Fine, but you got yourself into this!" I leaned in to give him a peck on the mouth, but once contact was made I couldn't bring myself to move back right away. The kiss started slow and gentle, sweet and tender. I had missed him, and just this simple act had weeks' worth of stolen moments just like this flooding back. Suddenly Kurt's warm gentle tongue was sweeping against my bottom lip, slowly urging my mouth open, and WOW! With his tongue sliding smoothly against mine I placed my hands on his hips, repositioning him as close to me as possible. Kurt's hands slid into my gel free hair, twisting carefully into the curls. He had once told me that he thought my hair was sexy when tousled and loose. I had immediately disposed of the offensive liquid that had once constrained my locks.
We finally broke apart, quietly gasping for breath, while barely moving from the embrace. I smiled at him, just breathing in the scent that was purely Kurt. His hair smelled slightly of daisies from his organic hair product, his skin like a forest just after a slight rain. He is intoxicating. I finally woke from my Kurt induced haze to hear him slightly giggle, "If we are going to hang out with my friends you are going to have to let me go and stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" I asked innocently, while gazing even more lovingly into his eyes. He mumbled something inaudibly in response while looking down at the ground. I lifted his chin, looked deep into his eyes and repeated the question. This time he turned bright pink but didn't look away and enunciated, "like you would like to do nothing more than ravish me in a corner somewhere." I grinned wildly, stepping back giving the cheeky response, "when you stop looking ravishing, I will stop looking at you like I would like to ravish you." I winked at Kurt, effectively causing his mouth to drop open slightly, "now can you please tell everyone to meet us at Breadstix, dinner is on me." I turned away from my boyfriend then, shock still evident on his face, and started walking towards the parking lot. Yeah I had missed Kurt, but I needed to relearn who he is. Dalton had been stifling for the boy, and this was opportunity to learn a little bit more about whom he was before he met me.
Kurt's POV
I really would have rather spent the night curled up on my couch cuddling with Blaine watching Singing In the Rain, but Blaine had insisted on this little get together with New Directions. I mean I did not really mind in the beginning, thinking that Blaine was just trying to acquaint himself with the rest of my loved ones. I had told Blaine before that New Directions is my screwed up incestual family away from home, and it is true, but I wanted Klaine time right now. I hate myself for using that term, yet I still use it because it is the cutest knick name ever, and it makes me feel like I am somehow bonded to Blaine. Plus it is way better than Furt.
The evening started off well, everyone slowly trickled into the restaurant, the bribe of a free meal helping get Puck and Santana in on the festivities. The conversation had started out light, the boys and Blaine discussing football, with Blaine repeating multiple times "just because I am gay does not mean that I can't like sports, except basketball, I have always hated basketball because of my height." However, the night took on a sour note when Puck pulled out his cell phone and decided to start showing my boyfriend old videos of me preforming. At first I hadn't noticed because the sound on from the phone was low and Blaine and Puck were situated on the opposite side of the table from me at this point. Everyone had played musical chairs after everyone stopped eating. What finally caught my attention was the feeling of Blaine's intense eyes on me, the video still playing on the phone forgotten.
I slowly got up walking towards the Blaine at the end of the table. I smiled politely at Puck, urging my eyes to convey my true sentiments. Which completely embarrassing video of me is he currently showing my boyfriend? I knew it couldn't be my Pretty Ladies routine, since I had shown Blaine that vid after our get together with Mercedes and Rachel, but there are so many others that I was saving to explain once our relationship was a little more concrete. I finally come up behind my boyfriend, bending down to place my chin against the side of his face, looking down at what happened to be our Toxic performance. Crap. I wonder what other one's he has seen tonight.
I glared at Puck while excusing myself for stealing my boyfriend away, gently pulling him towards the bathroom. When we finally reached our destination, I spun around to him. "Are you okay? I know that those old videos can be a lot to process, but you are looking at me funny."
After a few moments pause I finally got an answer out of him, "You are so hot." It took exactly three seconds for him to stride over to me and pull me into a fierce kiss. Nothing like the one we had shared earlier. This one was needy and demanding, instead of sweet, but it was just as amazing. I quickly responded to his tongue delving into my mouth, making me moan. In the very back corner of my mind, I told myself to remember to thank Puck later.
I grudgingly pulled away. "Not that I mind, but really what set this off?"
He smiled and responded, "I might have sorta, maybe, could have planned this little get together to get your friends to tell me about how you used to be, before the horrible bullying, and then before my presence in your life. Having heard you talk about how you felt trapped in a cage at Dalton I wanted to understand who you were before. So I started talking to Puck about the beginning days of New Directions and he showed me the Push It assembly performance, and then Le Jazz Hot, and finally Toxic." He paused here, after having rushed through the entirety of actions in one breath, never lifting his gaze to look at me. Taking in a shallow shaking breath he continued, "How the hell did you manage to convince me you couldn't be sexy, when everything in those videos screams sex?" He finally looked up at me at that point a smile spreading across my face, in reaction to my expression I am guessing.
I took a second to compose myself, breathing deeply, praying to cheesus that I wasn't as red as I felt, "Well I always used to get so nervous around you, trying to impress you, hell I still do get nervous around you! So I stopped just being me, in a way, because I was trying so hard to be desirable to you... Stop looking at me like I just kicked you. It's not your fault that I tried to change, and really it was silly because you ended up falling for me right after I started acting like myself again!"
I felt bad for telling him the truth, just because he looked so hurt. Finally he moved in closer to me again, pulling at my waist just like in the hallway, he slowly leaned in and whispered slightly right against my lips, "never change yourself for anyone, especially me again." And then he kissed me with passion, yet complete tenderness. I could stay like that forever, but we had a whole group of dirty minded teenagers waiting for us in the dining area, probably thinking that we were preforming an act of voyeurism. I pulled away, looking slightly down at him, "Hey, let's go get rid of these teenagers and head back to my place so that we can cuddle and watch a movie, sound good?"
He gave me his heartbreaking smile that always makes my knees buckle, "Sounds perfect."
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The next chapter should contain the date, maybe, possibly, it depends on whether or not you guys want a description on their night together. However, no matter what everything will remain PG-13.
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