I don't own Glee.
Blaine couldn't remember the last time he had felt so comfortable.
The morning sky was gray, crowded with heavy clouds that threatened to spill over with thick droplets of water onto the cold ground. A light wind blew gently at the leaves on a tree outside of the window, making it flutter dramatically. Overall, it was one of those days that you just felt the urge to pull the blanket tighter around you and never leave the cocoon of warmth your soft bed provided and that's exactly what Blaine did.
He honestly didn't remember falling asleep in Kurt's bed, but apparently he did, seeing as that's where he was currently located alongside Kurt. The door was open wide as to reassure Burt that the boys weren't doing anything inappropriate and there was a faint clattering of dishes coming from downstairs, probably Carole making breakfast or Finn attempting to make something to eat. None of that mattered to the teenager though.
His arms stretched above his head as he arched his back and straightened out his legs, experiencing the best feeling in the world. Releasing a pleased smile, he curled back into his previous position to face the object of his love and so much more.
The smile that grew on Blaine's dry lips could only be described as awe struck and dopey as his warm, heavy lidded eyes traveled across the face he had learned to read so well. It was maybe the way that Kurt's lips fell open only slightly as he breathed out and in quietly or the small twitch and scrunch of his nose every so often, but Blaine's heart swelled enormously with love.
It had been a very long time since he had seen him look so peaceful, so calm and just okay. There wasn't a worry in the world that graced Kurt's sleepy state. He had an arm curled up underneath him which he rested his head on, the other folded into his chest. His knees were bent slightly and Blaine scooted closer into the open cold space left between them that he decided definitely should not be there.
For a while, the only real smiles that Blaine got to see on Kurt where those from his memory. Lately, with all of these lies and tension, Kurt only wore fake smiles or frowns, something that the older boy was beyond grateful to see replaced with the smile he saw at that indescribable moment.
His expressions were always guarded and his movements stiff as if he knew someone was watching him. Then, after Blaine had confronted him, they were self conscious as if he was afraid that he would see him and leave, which the awoken boy thought was utterly and downright ridiculous.
He wasn't dumb, far from it, actually. He knew that nothing was going to fix itself in a couple days time now that everyone knew and wanted him to stop. Kurt's problems were bigger than all of them and just like Kurt had said, no one could really understand. All he could do now was get him help from someone who could understand and do his best to make him believe that he was perfect in every way.
Easier said then done.
That in itself would be a hard task, but he wouldn't give up nor did he want to. Kurt was finally his now and he loved him just as much with all his problems.
A small sigh passed through those pink lips Blaine loved to kiss and brought him back to reality and away from his thoughts. Before, he hadn't wanted to wake him up seeing as he looked so content and beautiful, but now the pale boy was showing the first signs of walking up so it wouldn't hurt for him to help him along the way.
The curly haired boy leaned closer so he was in perfect distance to lean over the sleeping boy and plant a feather light kiss right on the tip of his nose. He chuckled lightly as Kurt did that nose twitching thing that Blaine found himself growing so fond of.
It was only seven seconds before Blaine was dropping another kiss onto Kurt's eyelid this time. His eyebrows furrowed slightly at the tickling sensation.
There were several more kisses joined by several more adorable sleepy reactions before Kurt's eyes finally, slowly but surely fluttered open blearily.
"Well hello there sleepy head." Blaine whispered, leaning away a tiny bit to allow Kurt to sit up and look around.
"Good morning." Kurt croaked, his voice thick and tired. He yawned, suspiciously looking like a kitten, and stretched his arms above his head. "I like your hair." He muttered sarcastically, rubbing the sleep out of one of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Blaine pulled himself up into a sitting position, crossing his legs Indian style and facing Kurt. One hand flew to his hair in an attempt to flatten the crazy mess that it no doubt was. "Hey, don't be mean. I could say the same for you." He shot back.
Kurt just rolled his eyes and ran a quick hand through his bangs. "At least I don't look like someone tried to use my head to mop their floor." His words were accompanied with a smile, letting Blaine know that he was just kidding around. "But in all seriousness, I really do like your hair like this." He told him with earnest eyes, hesitantly reaching out to twirl a curl around his slim finger.
The other boy leaned closer, and Kurt found out just how soft his hair was. "It's a wonder your hair isn't ruined with all that gel you put in it."
"It's a wonder your hair isn't ruined with all that hairspray you put in it." Blaine repeated, earning a playful smack on the arm from his boyfriend.
"My hair is fabulous and you know it." He tilted his chin up and crossed his arms across his chest before laughing along with Blaine.
"What time is it?" He asked, looking out the window and taking in the gray sky.
"I think it's a little after ten, why?"
Kurt shook his head. "No reason, just curiosity." He shrugged his shoulders.
Blaine tsk'ed disapprovingly to which Kurt raised a puzzling eyebrow. "You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat."
"Oh my god." Kurt groaned. "You are such a dork!"
"You know you love it." Blaine told him and rolled off the bed. He looked like he was about to say something else, but a knock at the door averted both boy's attention.
Finn stood there awkwardly. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" He asked dumbly, eyeing between Blaine and his step brother.
"Finn, we're six feet apart. Seriously?" Kurt asked incredulously as Blaine just shook his head to answer Finn's question.
The giant nodded approvingly and smiled. "Okay, cool. Well, Mom says that breakfast is ready and that you guys should come downstairs so you can eat and stuff. It smells really good."
Instead of answering Finn, Blaine watched Kurt to see what he would say to breakfast. Kurt just nodded. "Well, we should head down before you eat everything."
"Hey! I don't eat that much."
"You eat enough to feed a small orphanage." Kurt informed and got off the bed. "Now, stop arguing and let's go." He ushered Finn out of the door way and walked besides Blaine down the stairs, their hands brushing against each other and their shoulders bumping playfully, both of them weakly concealing grins.
"Hello boys." Carole called cheerfully from her spot in the kitchen. "I made a lot, so I hope you three are hungry." She finished as she sat another plate on the already crowded table.
Burt sipped on his coffee and put down the newspaper he had been eyeing. "Hey kiddo, sleep well?"
Kurt nodded, sitting down in a chair and motioning for Blaine to slip in beside him. "Oh, you two looked so cute last night. I know that Burt told you that Blaine needed to sleep on the couch, but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. The both of you looked so peaceful." Carole gushed and Burt grunted.
Blaine smiled at Carole as his hand found Kurt's under the table. "Thank you for breakfast, this looks delicious." The charm oozing from his voice made both Kurt and Carole swoon.
"You're such a sweet boy." She told him and patted his cheek before sitting down across from her husband and next to her son. "Eat up, boys."
Finn didn't need to be told twice. He immediately jumped on the task of filling his plate to the brim and then stacking some food on top, digging in when he seemed to be satisfied with the mountain he had created. Burt filled his plate while grumbling something about not having salt or something all the while slyly eyeing Kurt.
Kurt took a piece of toast, some eggs, and a couple pieces of fruit. It wasn't much, but Blaine knew that he was trying. He couldn't' even begin to imagine the ongoing struggle Kurt faced with the daily task of eating.
Much like yesterday, everyone (excluding Finn who seemed to not be informed on what was going on) was watching Kurt as he tentatively ate the food. As much as Kurt loved being the center of attention, this was too much and he swallowed the urge to snap and lash out.
Kurt was taking bite after bite, swallowing the food too quickly to even remember the taste of it. He was trying to get it over with, to make everyone stop looking at him and watching him like he was going to snap. He knew that they were eyeing him and judging him, making sure he didn't have any more complications.
It was tiring and irritating to say the least. Kurt needed to prove to them that he was strong and could do this. He needed to make them see that he could eat and try to get better. If they could just see that he wasn't crazy, then maybe they would understand a little bit better.
"Why is everybody being so quiet?" Finn asked through a mouth full of half chewed food.
"Finn, chew with your mouth closed." Carole reprimanded, skillfully glossing over his original question.
He grumbled something, but easily forgot about his query when he took another bite of his food.
"When are you boys heading back?" Burt questioned, taking a bite of toast.
"Most likely in an hour or two." Kurt told his dad who nodded.
"Okay, I want to talk to the both of you before you head out." His dad motioned between Kurt and Blaine with stern eyes. Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes hardened but he nodded anyway. He gave the hand in his a squeeze to remind him that he was still here for him.
Kurt pushed his mostly empty plate away and smiled. "Thank you Carole. That was lovely, now if you'll excuse me, I should go get ready." He stood up and turned around before leaving the room. "Are you coming, Blaine?"
Being the well mannered thing he was, Blaine hurriedly thanked the Hudmel's and rushed after Kurt who was already in his room. "Are you okay?" He asked as he leaned against the door frame and watched Kurt step into his bathroom to sit at his vanity.
Kurt eyed him through the mirror before opening various products used in his moisturizing regime. "I think Carole washed your clothes from yesterday if you want to change." He told him; completely ignoring Blaine's well meant concern.
It wasn't that he felt like there was something wrong with Kurt, but with everything, he couldn't help but feel anxious whenever he ate. The short time after every meal would always be accompanied with anxiousness and that was something he knew he would never be able to grow out of.
The urge to help Kurt get past this was overwhelming and he knew that he would help him through whatever he went through. It was what being in love meant, he could understand that now.
"I'm not trying to be annoying and pester you, I'm just worried." Blaine told him honestly, pushing himself away from the wall and making his way towards the boy lathering his face in something Blaine didn't know the name of.
"I don't know why, I've told you a million times that I'm fine." His voice was forcefully cheery which was usually the warning to stop.
"Are you though?"
A clang sounded loudly through the quiet atmosphere as Kurt slammed a bottle of product down with much more force than necessary. "Can we not do this today? Let's just have one normal day before my dad sets me up with a counselor and we go back to you monitoring my every move at Dalton." He ducked his head down and Blaine could see the emotion shining through his downcast eyes in the mirror.
He wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the sitting boy and leaned down so his chin was resting lightly on Kurt's shoulder. "What do you feel like doing today?" Blaine prompted, smiling when Kurt raised his head to lock eyes with Blaine through the glass.
"Let's go shopping." Kurt exclaimed excitedly. "I need some new stuff, my clothes…" He trailed off slowly when he realized what he was saying before the sentence left his mouth.
My clothes don't fit anymore.
Ignoring the painful clench of his heart, the drop of his stomach, and the urge to pull Kurt to his chest, he plastered on an enthusiastic smile that didn't meet his hard eyes. "Sounds fun. We should get going if we want to get to the mall and back to Dalton tonight. Your dad said he wanted to talk to us too."
Kurt got dressed when Blaine went down to find Carole and get his clothes. It was twenty minutes before they were finally both ready and heading downstairs to find Burt before they headed out and made their way to the closest mall that they would spend the day in.
"Dad?" Kurt called, his hand lingering on the railing as he stepped down off of the bottom stair and looked around.
"In here." They followed the sound to the living room where Burt was seated in his beloved chair. "Sit down." He told them and pointed to the couch.
Blaine made sure to sit at least a foot away from Kurt on the couch, knowing he had already pushed his limit when he fell asleep in Kurt's bed.
"Now, yesterday I didn't have a chance to talk to you because of… everything." Immediately, Kurt dropped his head into his hands and groaned while Blaine just looked on in confusion. "So, you two?"
"Dad-"
"When did it happen?" Burt prompted, staring pointedly at Blaine who was now just catching on. Unlike Kurt, he was admittedly fine with the conversation about to be had. He had known who Kurt's dad was for a while so it didn't come as a huge surprise when Burt wanted to have the 'You-hurt-my-son-I-hurt-you' conversation.
"It's fairly new." Supplied Blaine when it became evident that Kurt wasn't going to stop glaring at his father. "It was just a few days ago." He counted back the days in his mind and nodded to himself when he seemed to be right the first time.
"Nothing happen yet?"
Kurt broke his newly bestowed vow of silence with a shriek. "Oh my goodness, dad! Stop it right now!"
Burt brought a hand up to silence is son's panic and shrugged his shoulders. "Kurt, you're in a relationship now and it's my job to make sure you don't do anything you aren't ready for." He told him nonchalantly, and then turned his gaze to Blaine. "I have to make sure you're not forced into anything."
It appeared as if Kurt was about to unleash his terror on his dad, but Blaine put a hand on his knee to silence him, removing it quickly when Burt sent a pointed stare to the wandering appendage. "Sir, I can assure you that I will never ever force Kurt into something that he isn't ready for or doesn't want to do. I care for him deeply and I'll try my best to never hurt him."
Silently, Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine's and smiled. Burt's hard line of a mouth turned into something that resembled a small smile and his eyes softened which made Blaine let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. It wasn't any use though, because Burt's eyes turned determined again.
"That goes for you too, Kurt." It took a few seconds for the pair on the sofa to realize what he meant and when they did, Blaine didn't know what to say.
Kurt blanched. "I'm sorry, what? This is not how I imagined this talk going. You were supposed to bring out your shotgun, but now you're telling me not to ravage my boyfriend?"
Not as slyly as he hoped, Blaine covered a snort with a faux cough that turned into a strangled choke. Burt just nodded and continued on. "Kurt, you need to respect others just as much as you yourself needs to be respected. It's a two way street and with two guys things can get tricky."
It was in an instant that Kurt had his hands over his ears. "I'm not having this conversation! Especially with Blaine sitting besides me! Nope, no way, not going to happen." His voice was considerably louder due to the fact that he was trying to block out all other sounds from reaching his ears and he couldn't actually hear how loud he was speaking to lower his voice.
Burt rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead wearily. Blaine pulled his boyfriends hands away from his face to Burt's fortune. "I'm not trying to give you a sex talk, Kurt. I'm just trying to tell you both to respect each other."
"Okay, so if we promise to respect each other, can we leave?" Kurt asked, his cheeks flushed from the uncomfortable-ness of the situation.
Burt nodded. "Obviously I'm not going to take advantage of Blaine so we can put that matter to bed." Kurt confirmed and looked to Blaine.
"I would never pressure Kurt into anything he ever didn't want to do or felt even slightly uncomfortable with, I promise." His eyes were genuine and Kurt smiled at his sincerity.
Seemingly satisfied, Burt smiled slightly. "Okay, you two can leave. Be careful while driving and I'll call you later, Kurt."
After the hugs and goodbyes from the family, the two boys were finally out the door. The wind was cold and Blaine pulled his jacket tighter around his body as he slid into his car and started the engine, making sure to turn the heater up high. Kurt settled in the passenger's seat and pulled the seat belt over his chest. "Put your seat belt on, Blaine." Kurt scolded him and leaned over to fiddle with the radio.
"I was getting to that." He protested and put on his seatbelt. He pulled out of the driveway and began his way to the mall he had only been to once or twice in his life. Living in Westerville, you didn't make it a natural occurrence to go to the shopping center closer to Lima.
"Of course you were." Kurt responded airily, turning through stations of the radio, seemingly dissatisfied with every single one of them. "Do you mind if I put on my iPod?" He asked and pulled out his iPod from his bag, not waiting for an approval.
"If I said no would it really stop you?" Blaine looked over to Kurt to see him shake his head.
"No." Kurt decided and turned up the volume, setting his iPod down to rest on his knee.
The older boy chuckled and shook his head. Music played in the background as the couple idly chatted about whatever crossed their minds during the ride. That was, until Kurt turned up the volume and started to sing along to the music which happened to be a Lady Gaga song.
"I love her." Kurt said mostly to himself as he hummed along to the tune of 'Speechless'.
Blaine chuckled and nodded his head. "I can confirm that."
"Why do I have the feeling that you're being sarcastic?"
"Because I am?"
"What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. I'm just saying that anybody who lives on the same floor as you knows all the words to her songs by now." Blaine shrugged, thinly veiling the smirk growing on his face.
"Oh and as if you're any better." Kurt scoffed. "Mr. Katy Perry."
"I'm going to stop this before it escalates into something problematic." Blaine tried to keep a serious demeanor, but Kurt could see the smile poking out of the frown on his lips.
"Suit yourself." Kurt told him haughtily and resumed his under the breath humming before it turned into actual singing.
And I'll never love again, oh boy you've left me speechless.
Everything was calm for the time being. Blaine listened to Kurt sing quietly along with Lady Gaga while he focused on which exits to take and not getting lost.
Then all of a sudden, the peaceful atmosphere turned chaotic.
Kurt randomly shrieked dramatically at an earsplitting volume which caused Blaine to violently swerve the car and his heart to skip a couple beats. Of course that led to more yelling on Kurt's part and Blaine to pull over the car and try to regain the breath he lost in his panic. Thankfully, there was little traffic on the road so they were all physically safe, mentally though not so much.
For a moment, the only thing that could be heard was a car passing by on the road and the heaving chests of the two trying to refill their lungs.
"What the hell!" Blaine exclaimed looking to Kurt. "What's wrong?" His hazel eyes searched Kurt's face frantically for what had caused that insane shriek.
"Blaine." Kurt moaned pitifully and clutched at his throat, his eyes wide in fear and sorrow.
"What! What is wrong?"
"My voice, Blaine! My voice!" Kurt's voice was moving on to an edge of panic and his bottom lip quivered.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and tugged on it in an attempt to get Kurt to look at him. "You need to tell me what's wrong if you want me to help." He told him as calmly as he could; still trying to determine what was going on.
Kurt hung his head and sniffed quietly. "Throwing up can ruin your voice." Blaine understood the chaos immediately and smiled sadly.
"Oh, no, no, your voice sounded fine." The burst of relief he felt in his chest was instant. He had surely thought it was something more drastic than this. "You were just singing and you sounded great." Blaine pulled what he could of Kurt into a hug over the console and smoothed his hair back soothingly.
"My voice could be ruined. I could never sing the same again."
"But that won't happen. Your voice is still as wonderful as ever. I promise." The sincerity in his voice was overwhelming and Kurt's reassurance grew in the tiniest.
"Do you think I should tell them Blaine? I mean, my friends from McKinley and the Warblers?" Kurt asked softly, looking down at the thumbs twiddling in his lap. He looked vulnerable and like a scared child that Blaine wanted to take care of immediately.
"It's completely up to you. No one is going to force you into it, but if you want to tell them then you should."
"Would you tell them if it was you?" Kurt looked up to find Blaine deep in thought.
"I really don't know, Kurt. I guess I might tell my closest friends, but I wouldn't want everyone to know." Kurt nodded understandingly. He loved his friends with all of his heart, both old and new, but it was bad enough that five people knew, those being Blaine, Burt, Carole, Liam, and Liam's sister. Kurt was completely content with those people being the only ones to ever know.
But at the same time he was still unsure. He knew Mercedes would kill him if she ever found out that he never told her. The girls would all baby him, maternal instincts kicking into overdrive which was something Kurt didn't really want to experience in his lifetime, ever.
"What about the Warblers and my voice?" He questioned meekly.
Blaine frowned and looked over to Kurt as he played with the keys in his hands. "Honey, your voice sounds perfect to me. Nothings wrong, there is no need to worry, okay?"
Kurt nodded, not knowing if he himself was even fully convinced. Leaning his head against the cool window, he listened to Blaine start up the car again and return to their drive to the mall.
…
"What about these ones?" Blaine asked hopefully, holding up a pair of skinny jeans for Kurt to inspect and evaluate.
The slightly taller of the two bit his lip. "Oh darling, this is why I'm the fashionable one of the relationship and you're the pretty one." He patted Blaine's shoulder soothingly and shook his head. "Why don't you leave me to the shopping, okay?"
"But these look fine." He protested, looking over the jeans again. Kurt just turned back to the pants he was looking at again and hummed under his breath.
Blaine sighed and joined Kurt where he was. It was almost laughable; the amount of effort the pale boy was putting into finding a pair of jeans. Whenever Blaine went shopping, he could find a pair of jeans he liked in less than ten minutes. Clearly, Kurt was not the same case.
"I don't know why you're doing this. You'll look good in anything." If looks could kill, the older boy would definitely be six feet under right about then. The glare Kurt shot his boyfriend was scary to say the least, but it shut him up effectively.
The silence was short lived after Blaine started to sing the song they had been working on in the last Warblers rehearsal under his breath.
"If you're going to start another flash mob, I will ditch your ass and never speak to you again." He said nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving the jeans he had pulled out.
"How did I know you were going to bring that up?" Blaine groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
"It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Besides, I think I am allowed to make a joke about it every once in a while." A smile grew on Kurt's lips with the words and he looked up to see Blaine's flushed cheeks. Kurt decided that he really liked the pink color on his cheeks and needed to make him blush more.
"No, I'm pretty sure boyfriends are supposed to not be mean to their significant other. And anyway, didn't your dad just tell you to respect me? I'm not above calling him and complaining." Blaine followed Kurt around to another rack and shoved his hands deep in his pockets.
"I'm not being mean, you're just sensitive about the topic and you would never call my dad. He terrifies you." Kurt pulled out yet another pair of jeans from the endless supply the store seemed to have and turned to Blaine. "What do you think of these?"
"Well, I wonder why in the world I would be sensitive about that and your dad and I are cool, friends even. Also, those jeans are nice." The fact that they were talking about three different things at once was starting to get to Blaine and he mentally checked off each topic as he answered Kurt out loud.
Kurt folded the jeans and put them back on the shelve. "Those jeans are horrible."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "Then why did you ask?" He questioned incredulously.
"I don't know, it made you stop talking about my dad and you 'being cool', so I suppose it served a purpose." He shrugged and returned to his hunt for the perfect pair of skinny jeans.
"You are ridiculous."
"And you are like a child."
It was ten more agonizing minutes before Kurt finally settled on three pairs of jeans, two sizes of each pair as he was not completely sure what size he was now. He told Blaine to wait outside while he changed and stepped into the dressing room.
Inside, he dropped the clothes carefully on the tacky looking seat and picked up the first pair of pants, those being a pair of white skinny jeans. It was easier to slide out of the jeans he was wearing then it would have been if they had still clung to his skin like they used to. He could hear Blaine tapping his fingers on the wall in a random beat outside of the stall and he took a deep breath before sliding the new jeans up his legs.
This was what he had been waiting for; all that hard work to lose all that weight was going to pay off if he was able to get into a smaller size. Buttoning the jeans gave Kurt that rush of adrenaline he experienced whenever he purged after a meal and the feeling was invigorating and everything he could have asked for.
It made him feel beautiful and hot. The way his jeans clung to his legs to show how smaller they had become made him feel sexy and it was something he never wanted to give up. The image in the mirror wasn't as skinny as he wanted it to be and he had a feeling that it would never be, but he had lost some weight and it was a big accomplishment in Kurt's book.
The giddy feeling was racing through his veins and he wanted to show everybody what he was turning into. "Blaine, can you come in here for a minute?" He called, turning in the mirror to see a full view of the clothes he had tried on.
Blaine stepped inside, took in the sight of Kurt in his jeans, and quickly covered the expression that he knew was probably shining on his face right now. His stomach had dropped to his feet and that was not something he wanted showing in his expression.
Kurt had been so beautiful and small when he had first met him on that staircase that day.
Now Kurt looked unhealthily skinny. He wasn't disgustingly skinny, but you could clearly tell the difference and how much smaller he was compared to what he used to be. Blaine tore his eyes away from his legs and looked up to see Kurt's face which looked extremely overjoyed.
"So, how do I look?" He asked, turning in a circle for Blaine to see from every angle. There was a spring in his step that he hadn't seen in ages and it pained Blaine to know where it had come from.
"You look…" The curly haired boy was truly at a loss of what to say to Kurt without lying or hurting his feelings. Neither of those would be a good option, especially with how vulnerable and self conscious Kurt had become about his weight. "You look tiny, Kurt."
That wasn't a lie in any way, shape or form and it certainly would not hurt Kurt's feelings.
"I know! It's fabulous!"
Blaine swallowed his scream and looked down at his feet. The fact that Kurt was happy about this was proof that something was definitely not right in this situation and it hurt to say the least.
Completely unaware of his boyfriend's inner turmoil, Kurt stood in front of the mirror and did nothing to contain his ecstatic smile. Ever since he had promised to get better, he had a nagging voice in his head reminding him that the image he saw in the mirror wasn't going to change if he didn't work on it. He had just wanted to feel like someone wanted him and now he had that.
It was probably the overwhelming thought of actually being sexy or even the adrenaline racing through his veins, but Kurt found himself jumping over to Blaine and attaching their lips in exactly three seconds. Blaine seemed shocked for a moment before responding to Kurt's impulsiveness.
It was a mess of lips and teeth and unsure hands, but it was right, oh so right.
Kurt's hands had come up to frame Blaine's face while Blaine's hands had settled on the small of Kurt's back, unsure of where else to go. For someone without a lot of experience, Kurt was the one taking control, swiping his tongue across Blaine's lip and sighing against his mouth. Blaine just pulled the body he was holding closer and opened him mouth slightly wider.
Porcelain hands snuck around his face up into the soft curls he loved so much. He tilted his head for a better angle and was about to take a step back to rest against the wall, never breaking contact when-
"Excuse me; may I help you with anything?" A shrill voice cut through the air from outside the door and Blaine dropped his head onto Kurt's shoulder and tried to regain his voice, fighting his way through the thick stupor he seemed to be placed in.
"No, I'm fine, thank you anyway!" Kurt called back, a bitter edge to his voice from being interrupted. He looked down at Blaine who was trying to contain his laughter. "Well that ruined the mood."
Blaine lost it and started to laugh out loud, his laughter filling the air and cutting through the haze that Kurt had found himself in. The joyful look on Blaine's face was contagious and Kurt was trying his hardest to veil his amusement. "It's not funny!" He snapped indignantly, the words coming out more like a pathetic whine.
"Yes it is and you know it. I can see right through you." He said between breathing in mouthfuls of air to effectively refill his lungs.
Kurt rolled his eyes but allowed his smile to shine through and picked up the jeans from the chair in the corner. "Whatever." He huffed and made his way out of the stall, leaving Blaine behind him.
…
"I'm hungry; do you want to go get something to eat?" Kurt asked as he trailed his fingers over some of the clothes hanging on the rack on their way out of the store. He had bought two pairs of the jeans he picked out originally and had decided to change into those white ones he had fallen in love with.
Blaine's heart swelled as well as the smile on his face. Those words sounded wonderful coming out of Kurt's mouth after today, and he had to swallow the urge to grab Kurt and kiss him. Instead, he went with agreeing and taking his hand in his. "Yeah, of course!"
"Do you have any preferences?"
"No, I'm not really picky about food." Blaine shrugged and stepped on to the escalator that led to the next floor up, Kurt stepping besides him.
"Trust me, I know." He snorted. "I don't want something too big, maybe just a snack or something."
Blaine nodded thoughtfully and pulled Kurt by the hand off the escalator and towards the food court. Kurt rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's eagerness to go get food and figured it was because of the fact that Blaine was a teenage boy who was always hungry.
"Oh, I know!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling Kurt along faster who was trying hard not to bang into anybody else walking through the mall. "Kurt, let's get ice cream! Look!" He said excitedly, pointing towards the small ice cream place.
Normally, Kurt would have shot down the mere suggestion to get ice cream, especially now since he was trying to stay skinny, but the expression on Blaine's face was irresistible. His resemblance to a sad child was uncanny with his pouting bottom lip and eyes practically flowing with hope and excitement.
Kurt sighed. "Fine, but only if they have frozen yogurt for me." He didn't really know if Blaine had heard him in his excitement.
Apparently he did, because he turned his head to answer Kurt. "Yeah yeah, I know. Now, let's go. I want some ice cream!" The way Blaine who was so polite, smart, and mature was acting like a child in a toy store was amusing to say the least. It was beyond adorable to Kurt who couldn't help the smile that grew on his lips from his over exciteable attitude.
Luckily, there was a short line of only a little girl with pigtails and what looked to be her mother in front of them. Blaine stepped up to order and Kurt listened as he ordered ice cream with nearly every topping that was made of chocolate or sugar. Finally it was Kurt's turn to order after Blaine stopped trying to get everything that he could.
Kurt's order was simple and they stepped to the side to pay for their food. Blaine pulled out his wallet at the same time that Kurt did.
"I got it." Blaine told him softly but sternly. Kurt just shook his head and shot him a look. "I can pay."
Blaine ignored him and reached into his wallet, spontaneously deaf to all of Kurt's huffs of scathing protests and smiled at the cashier.
"Fine, but I have the tip." Kurt told him haughtily and dropped a bill into the cup besides the cash register labeled 'tips'.
"Suit yourself." Blaine wasn't paying attention to what Kurt was saying, his focus solely on the cup of ice cream the employee had just skid across the counter and into Blaine's waiting hands. His eyes lit up with joy and he barely remembered to wait for Kurt in his haste to get to a table and devour his treat.
"Come on, Kurt, you're being too slow." He whined impatiently and Kurt decided he wouldn't be surprised if Blaine started stomping his feet.
Fortunately for Blaine, Kurt grabbed his cup and followed behind the darker haired boy as he all but ran to the closest empty table he could find. If Blaine had to wait any longer he would not have been responsible for his actions. He sat gracefully down across from his seemingly hungry boyfriend.
Kurt watched as Blaine practically shoveled his ice cream down his throat and then looked down at his lap which was clad in his new beloved jeans. The way he had felt in the dressing room was amazing and the thought of ruining everything and eating the frozen yogurt he had ordered was unfathomable.
He had promised his dad and Blaine multiple times that he would try and stop with the not eating and throwing up, but the urges were monopolizing his thoughts. There had to be another way to stay skinny, but not break any of his promises and disappoint those who he loved.
Kurt wasn't the biggest believer in fate and destiny and all of that stuff, but when he looked up and received the answer to his question it was kind of hard not to. He raised his vision to look across the food court and to where the stores were and was met with the fitness store. It looked like the place Sue Sylvester would spend hours in, buying protein shakes and equipment, but Kurt had no complaints.
That was it! He wasn't going to not eat; he was just going to have to work out to rid himself of those pesky calories that threatened to take away what he had worked so hard for. The fact that he had never thought of it before was slightly mind blowing to Kurt and he couldn't help but let a large and bright smile overtake his lips.
"What?" The word was slurred through the ice cream in Blaine's mouth and Kurt raised an eyebrow in disgust.
"Don't speak with food in your mouth, Blaine." He reprimanded and handed Blaine a napkin to wipe off the corner of his mouth that was covered in chocolate.
"You act like my mom." He whined and wiped his mouth stubbornly.
"I feel like your mom." Kurt shot back and smirked. He took a small bite of his dessert and watched as Blaine happily swallowed his candy covered ice cream.
"Ugh, I don't understand how you can eat like that-" He pointed to Blaine's chocolate covered chin, "And still look like that." He finished and motioned to Blaine's body. "It's completely unfair."
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand over the table and sighed. "Kurt, I'm sure if you just tried, you could too. You were never anywhere close to being fat before and you ate whenever you wanted to."
The scoff that surfaced from Kurt's lips made Blaine squeeze his eyes tightly shut. Kurt rolled his eyes and spoke, "Blaine, it's precious that you want to make me feel good about myself, but you don't need to lie. I already told you that I was going to try and get better." He patted his hand and took a bite of the last of his frozen yogurt.
"Obviously your not going to believe me, but you're beautiful and I'd appreciate it if you would stop tearing yourself down." He wiped his mouth with a napkin and crumpled it up violently.
Kurt just pursed his lips and stood up to throw away the trash that littered the table. He turned smoothly on his heel after throwing away everything and looked down at Blaine. "Is there any place else you want to go or can we leave now?" His tone had turned sour.
"No, we can go back to Dalton." He sighed and pushed his chair away from the small table to stand. He grabbed one of Kurt's bags with one hand and his boyfriends hand with the other. "Let's go."
They walked in silence to the car, their hands occasionally brushing together and shoulders bumping.
"Thank you, Blaine. I had a really nice time today." Kurt sat in the passenger's seat after Blaine, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for him. "It really took my mind off of things."
Blaine paused his actions in starting the car and leaned over to give Kurt a quick brush of lips. "I love you." He sighed as he pulled back and smiled.
"I love you, too." Kurt nearly giggled and brought his free hand up to cup Blaine's cheek. "But we're listening to more Lady Gaga on the way home."
This chapter is dedicated to Juliet Hummel-Anderson, who needs to remember that she is beautiful and that people do care in the world. Keep your chin up, darling! Don't let anyone get you down, including and especially yourself.
So anyway, I suck. Simple as that. With the long waits for updates and the bad quality and what not. But on the brighter side, this is the longest chapter yet! It's like seven thousand words! Yay for that!