Hey everyone ! I'm back !
Sorry for the long delay, but I was working and it's really time consuming …
Relax, I'm not going to tell you my life story ;)
Major Thanks to J. for a wonderful, educated review (I loooove those) !
So here it is, the update of my little story
Here is my first attempt at real Klmut … I'd love to hear your feelings on it !
Do I really need to say it ? Really ?
Okay, let's be clear, if I owned Glee, we wouldn't have to face any form of hiatus, and Finn would not be such a douche …
Not mine ! Leave me alone !
On with the show …
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Chapter 13 : What is air anyway ?
Neither Puck nor Bea mentioned the "episode", but they both felt like it had created a new tie between them.
Naturally, the growing closeness did not escape the vigilant eyes of a certain curly haired boy, who was still undecided on the proper course of action.
Taking his seat in the Choir room, Blaine observed her sister sitting on the top riser next to Puck, their heads close to one another as they listened to songs on her Ipod, and he barely fought to keep the snarl that threatened to escape him.
Kurt arrived in the room just in time to witness this most undapper sound and cocked one eyebrow at his boyfriend.
"Blaine ? Honey ? You're trying to sound threatening here, I get that, but your target doesn't seem too concerned" he commented, pointing his thumb in the pair's general direction.
Shaking his head, Blaine threw them another conflicted look and huffed. "I don't know what is going on here, but I don't like – I really don't like one bit" he finally growled, resting his head on the taller teen's shoulder.
They had a few minutes to spare before the start of the Glee class meeting, and Kurt clearly enjoyed the feeling of Blaine's curls against his cheek and neck, until the boy turned his head and started to nuzzle the area just under his ear.
Quite naturally, Kurt's breathing ability was suddenly experiencing some difficulties.
As Blaine rubbed his nose and planted soft kisses on the sensitive skin, Kurt found himself wondering what was air, after all, and who needs to breath ?
"Blaine …" he started, trying to sound threatening, but obviously, the shorter boy only heard the demanding part as a request to keep going, and he used the tip of his tongue to lick the point where jaw meets neck, a smug smile on his lips.
"Blaine Alexander Anderson !"
Well, that caught his attention. "Yes love ?"
Right, like I can trust that innocent smile …
"Don't 'yes love' me, and stop making out with my neck before we face a serious, serious situation !"
Gaga, McQueen, Grilled Cheesus, please make it so that Noah and Bea didn't see that …
"Get some, Hummel !"
"Naughty, naughty Moonpie !"
Well, fuck it !
"Mind your business !" Blaine exclaimed, still smiling with his head resting on his hand, his eyes never leaving Kurt's.
The blue eyed boy was furiously blushing, fully expecting a never-ending teasing from the pair sitting up there, but all they did in response was lightly chuckling before returning to their previous conversation – from what Kurt could hear, they were listening to French songs, the young girl translating them to Puck while he was trying to guess the meaning of the lyrics, failing most of the time much to Bea's delight.
"One of these days, you're really going to explain the moonpie thing" he commented, fighting his blush while whispers and laughs bubbles filled up the room.
Slowly, the other members of the Choir entered the room and took their seat, except for Dave, Mike and Sam who stood by the band, as it was their turn to present their song.
They were quietly talking, obviously brushing over the final details of their performances when their teacher joined them.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen !" he greeted them with his enthusiastic face on.
Laughing, they all answered like toddlers "Good afternoon, Mr. Shuuue", gaining a chuckle from their teacher.
The three young men remained in their position, smiling with their arms crossed against their chests.
They looked very sharp, the three wearing the same costume : dark jeans, a white shirt with rolled on sleeves and plaited suspenders.
Dave tried to look anywhere but at the young Irish boy who was currently busy leering at him with a predatory look in his eyes, the whole "hunter" thing diminished by the gentle smile on his lips, and since when did he have dimples ?
And since when did Dave Karofsky care about dimples ?
Anyway, his musing was interrupted – thank God – by Will.
"By all means, fellows, proceed !" he told them, taking his customary seat on the side.
With a short nod, Mike gave a signal to the band to start playing. As it was, the song was pretty much self-explanatory, and they really didn't need to comment any further.
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
For the first time in three years, Mike Chang was taking the lead in a song, and approximately all the jaws in the room dropped at the sound of it : against all odds, and contrary to what he had stated during the "Born This Way" performance, damn could the boy sing.
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone...
His partners weren't any less remarkable, supporting him in all the right moments, slightly changing the vibe of the White Stripes version : with their three voices harmonizing, the rocky song became less aggressive and more jazzy, giving a new twist to the lyrics.
Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
With them, the song was more about stating that every now and then, people should get what they deserve.
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home...
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
The musical arrangement helped too : they obviously had spent a fair amount of time working on it, incorporating more instruments to the original work.
The bass guitar and the drums were there, naturally ; but an acoustic guitar and a trumpet were playing along, making it sound more … well, fun was the word in everybody's mind.
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains comin' from my blood tell me "Go back home"...
As they finished their performance, everyone applauded the three boys. Will rose from his seat to shake Mike's hand, to salute his work. "I'm really impressed, Mike, your voice sounded great, really !"
The tall Asian boy started to blush. "Really, Mr. Shue, I couldn't have done it without you coaching me, pushing me to get better for the past three years, you know" he said with a shy smile, his eyes darting between his teacher and his girlfriend seating behind, the message clearly meant for the both of them.
"And Dave, Sam – great job here, boys !" Will added, turning his attention to the two other performers who were sheepishly standing by the piano. "You weren't just swaying in the background, you really brought something special to the song, a new depth, while still supporting your leader … Really, you three are full of surprises !" he finally exclaimed, earning a new round of applause for the three athletes.
Meanwhile, Puck, Artie and Mercedes were coming down from the risers and closer to the grand piano, getting ready for their own song.
Both boys were strapping up their guitars – an acoustic one for the taller one, Artie was grabbing the electric one – while Mercedes was talking to Brad, handing him their music sheets.
"Hit it !" she finally shouted, a wide smile spreading on her face.
Hey old friend, let's look back
On the crazy clothes we wore
Ain't it fun to look back
And to see it's all been done before
Mercedes' powerful voice was bringing the house down right from the start, almost overpowering the band.
All those nights together
Are a special memory
And I can't wait for tomorrow
Just as long as you're dancing next to me
Then Puck took his cue, and the softness in his voice was a welcome surprise, allowing him to fulfill a smooth persona.
Silently comparing the young man he was hearing at this moment to the one who first joined the Glee Club, Will was smugly proud of the progress the reformed bully had made in the time-span – and frankly, who could blame him ? The athletic boy sounded confident, yet not afraid to really show emotions …
'Cause it's so clear
Every year
We get stronger (stronger)
Their three voices together was a pure harmony, conveying all their hopes and dreams, and how much that song was important to them.
What's gone is gone
The past is the past
Turn the radio up
And then hit the gas
'Cause . . .
I know we've Come So Far
But we've Got So Far To Go
I know the road seems long
But it won't be long 'till it's time to go
So, most days we'll take it fast
And some nights lets take it slow
I know we've Come So Far
But baby
We've Got So Far To Go
Hey old friend, together
Side by side and year-by-year
The road was filled with twists and turns
Oh but that's the road that got us here
As they had tried to divide the song following a fair amount of time in the spotlight for each performer, Artie's soft baritone was perfect for Link's parts, and a part of Will's mind started to wander on the possibility of doing "Hairspray" as the school musical, even with an unusual cast …
Puck and Mercedes were quietly singing in the background, bumping each other's hips playfully, making their friends smile and giggle at their antics.
Let's move past the bad times
But before those memories fade
Let's forgive but not forget
And learn from the mistakes we made
'Cause it's so clear
Every year
We get stronger
So don't give up
Don't say when
And just get back on the road again
'Cause . . .
I know we've Come So Far
But we've Got So Far To Go
I know the road seems long
But it won't be long till it's time to go
So, most days we'll take it fast
And some nights lets take it slow
I know we've Come So Far
Oh but baby, baby
We've Got So Far To Go
For the last chorus, the singers encouraged their club mates to join them in belting the lyrics.
As they all cheered, Will approached the three performers who were hugging each other on weird yet cute circle around Artie's wheelchair.
"You guys were prodigious ! Puck, Artie, way to connect with your inner smooth voices !" he complimented the two boys, both grinning happily at his praise.
"Mercedes, you really were fantastic. Just an advice I would like to give you" he quickly added, dropping his voice a little, "it's not always about the volume, and more about the power behind it, if you see what I mean ?" he said to the dark skinned diva with a gentle smile, trying to show that he was in no way, shape or form disappointed in her work.
She obviously got the message, asking her teacher if he knew techniques that could allow her to get that kind of power without necessarily belting the high notes.
With a gentle smile, Will started to think about it until his eyes found Liam in the crowd of students still cheering their friends.
"I thin, that you should ask for guidance from our young Irish addition, he seems to have all the training you need" he said in a low voice, waving to Liam to catch his attention.
As the young boy approached the pair, Will, put his hands on both their shoulders. "I'm sure you too can do a terrific job … Just wait for all of your comrades to be done, okay ?"
While everyone returned to their seats, Will looked at the Anderson twins who were next on the list with an interrogative eyebrow, as they determinedly sat down.
"Not performing today ?"
Standing up, Blaine shared a look with his sister and cleared his throat.
"Actually, Sir, we thought that we could keep the last two songs for Friday, and use the remaining time to start thinking about the Assembly, since it's clearly a priority … Not that we are not ready or that we don't take the assignment seriously … It's just – when I was a Warbler, we used to throw ideas around until we reached a consensus on a particular song" he added, supported by three nodding heads. "The four of us actually thought that Friday could be … you know, just fun ?" he finished with his eyes fixed on the teacher, the question hanging in the air.
Will kept his eyebrows raised and looked at the whole class. "Do you all agree with that ? That we should really be prepared for the Assembly, instead of winging it ?"
As all the students eagerly nodded, he let out a chuckle. "Well, that's definitely new for the New Directions !"
Rachel and Artie laughed at the joke, the other students letting out a short chuckle before returning their attention to Will, still standing in front of them.
"Well, I know you by now, I'm sure you have started to think about this particular homework ; care to share your first ideas ?"
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For the remaining time of the class, everyone shouted their suggestions and songs propositions.
Truth be told, Blaine was a little bit bewildered by the cacophony surrounding him, as it was really the first time he saw the New Directions in their "deciding process".
He didn't regret his decision of transferring to the public school : to see Kurt every day, to face his old demons, to watch his sister getting back to her old self … He really was happy with that particular decision. He just … well, on specific occasions like this one, he and his headache – Blaine had decided that when it hurt that bad, a migraine became an entity – missed the quiet, democratic process found in most of the Warblers meetings.
"Blaine, what do you think about this one ?"
Oops, his musing – and that God forsaken headache ! – had made him lose his focus on the discussion.
"Sorry Rachel, I was lost in my own world, about which one ?" he asked sweetly, hoping that no one would pay him any attention in the mayhem around.
Of course, he didn't miss the quiet giggle that came from the top riser, but Blaine knew better than to turn around to face his twin.
I'll make her pay later …
"About that Italian song, "Tu vuo fare l'Americano" : should we do it like it is, or translate some of the lyrics ?" the short brunette repeated slowly, as if Blaine's inattention was the result of the loss of some brain cells.
"Hm, I'm pretty sure Sinatra made an English version of it, we should check … And if he did, maybe we could actually blend the two – the original and the cover – so that everybody can participate …"
Seeing him so assertive, thinking the problem from all the different angles before providing an articulate yet motivating answer made Kurt's heart swell even more for the boy by his side.
During his time as a Warbler, he had never been able to see Blaine's involvement in the choosing – deciding process ; now that he could witness it up close, Kurt understood why the boy he loved had become the top soloist for the slot of time he had been part of the acapella group : Blaine was a natural leader … much like Finn, now that he took the time to think about it.
The only difference between their leaderships was, as far as Kurt was concerned, that while people followed Finn because they felt like they could trust him, people followed Blaine because he inspired respect, be it from the way he held himself or from his youthful energy.
While he spoke and continued to develop his idea, Blaine's eyes were literally sparkling as he pictured the possible performance in his mind, and the joyous anticipation was contagious, if the wide opened eyes and nods of approval spreading through the room were any indication.
Motivated by Blaine's suggestions – quickly written down by Will, just in case – the whole team started to get more organized, considering bilingual songs.
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As they walked towards the parking lot after their last lessons, Blaine took the time to whisper something in his twin's ear before strutting – literally strutting – in Kurt's direction.
"What was that about ?" the countertenor immediately asked, an inquisitive smile on his lips.
"Oh, nothing, I just thought we needed some time justepournous(1)" Blaine answered in his lowest voice, the one that could turn Kurt's knees into jelly quicker than a Jellify curse.
"I made sure she had stuff to do around Lima, and now, I'm spending my afternoon with you, if you'll have me … " the shorter boy added, a mischievous smile on his lips as he leaned against Kurt's car.
By this point, Kurt could only nod, not trusting his voice and once again wondering what was the big fuss around the breathing gig …
Blaine took another step, his fingers lightly drumming against the car, bringing his upper body closer to his boyfriend. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Finn has football practice for the next two hours, right ?"
"Huh huh ?"
A final step closer, their chests flushed against each other. "Then we will be alone in your house for the foreseeable 120 minutes, correct ?"
"Guh ?"
Blaine chuckled in a manner that Kurt could only describe as sexyasfuck – pardon his French !
"Then it's time to go, caromio(2)."
Rendered speechless, Kurt didn't lost any time trying to reassemble the jigsaw of his mind and jumped behind the wheel, revving the engine.
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The drive home was the fastest Kurt had ever performed between the school and their house, but he didn't really care : as Blaine sung with the radio on the way, he had "put a spell" on the other boy – of course, the rendition was complete, maddening laugh and all - and Kurt had no intention whatsoever to shake that particular enchantment off.
However, when he decided that the right payback for forcing him to drive with a boner in his skinniest jeans was to attach his lips on Blaine's clavicle once they were safely in his room, Kurt was met with a disturbing surprise when said-boy took a step back, holding him at arms length.
Holding a growl and fighting the wave of rejection threatening to overcome him, Kurt pinched his nose. "Blaine, I love you, you know that, but you cannot tease me like you did in the parking lot if you're going to withhold afterwards like some … dapper gentleman or something !"
Instead of making fun of the impatient tone used by his boyfriend, Blaine smiled his gentle, puppy-like grin, the one that Kurt had learned to translate as "Just be a little patient, I promise it's worth it", and the brunette sighed, plopping himself on his bed.
"Go ahead, explain to me why you are wasting some valuable alone time, I'm listening" he said dejectedly, but with a small smile, showing that he wasn't – too – upset.
"Kurt …" Blaine started, choosing to kneel before him, both boys unknowingly sharing the most undapper thoughts, "let me be very clear : we ARE going to make out, rest assured of it" he said in a firm voice, a shift in his irises' color that brought a pink flush to Kurt's cheeks.
"But before that …"
This time, Kurt couldn't keep the groan unnoticed, letting it turn into a whine in the very end.
"BEFORE that … I know you're still upset about that duet idea, and we need to talk about it."
Sure, trust Oblivious Blaine to notice that and bring it back to the table …
Kurt didn't even try to correct him, though : they both knew that they both wanted it, wanted to sing together … but that was not going to happen at this school.
"Maybe we can manage to snatch a song for the school musical, of for the competition ?" Kurt said dreamily, trying to get Blaine off this unsexy track.
Standing up, Blaine reached out for his hand, in a very Southern gentleman move. "Until then, love, I really want to give you that duet, even if it's for a limited audience."
Smiling at his boyfriend's attention, Kurt took the offered hand and gracefully stood up before pulling Blaine flushed against him, and led them into a small dance in the quiet room.
From the unknowing eye, they appeared to be merely swaying, without any music to accompany them.
One couldn't be more wrong, as they had the same song in their minds.
Michelle, ma belle
These are words that go together well
My Michelle
After a while, they both started to hum and whisper the song, Blaine moving his head to sing against the skin of Kurt's neck, and Kurt turning his head so that his mouth was against Blaine's temple.
Michelle, ma belle
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble (très bien ensemble)
I love you, I love you, I love you
That's all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know you'll understand
Michelle, ma belle
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble (très bien ensemble)
I need to, I need to, I need to
I need to make you see
Oh, what you mean to me
Until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean
I love you
But just as the lyrics were supposed to say "I want you", Blaine effectively ended it when he stopped singing altogether in order to kiss, lick and lightly bite the soft skin offered to him.
Instead of squealing – which would have certainly brought the whole thing to an abrupt halt – Kurt managed to take a sharp breath, bending his head a little more backwards, to give more access to Blaine, while his hands started to go further and further down Blaine's back until he could hook his fingers in the other boy's back pocket.
Reveling in the embrace, Blaine spend a fair amount of time on Kurt's neck : he couldn't help it, really, if this part of his boyfriend's body was the most delicious part he had yet to taste – yet being a very important word in Blaine's mind …
Soon enough, though, he brought his left hand to Kurt's cheek to bring his lips back to him.
This kiss was not a delicate, soft one ; they wasted no time to send their tongues in a feverish tango, and Kurt's hands kept on pushing him against his slimmer frame.
Suddenly, Blaine was the one stifling a very unattractive sound, as Kurt slipped one of his hands under his shirt, while the other went under the waistband of his trousers, the first hand drawing abstract symbols on the small of his back while the other was – shyly, truth be told – squeezing his but cheek through the cotton of his boxers.
Not to be undone, and simultaneously deepening the kiss, Blaine slid his hands on Kurt's chest, his long fingers carefully working to open the complex buttoning system of the grey shirt without ripping the seams apart, until said garment was completely open, displaying the pale and oh so masculine expand of skin Blaine would gladly live on – live in – call his home, given the opportunity.
He then proceeded to worship it properly, placing light, dry kisses on the path his hands had drawn just before, forcing Kurt's hands to leave their teasing positions to come to his neck and hair as he kept going down and down and down and …
"Blaine !"
The sharp cry escaped Kurt's lips as the shorter boy kissed and touched a particularly sensitive spot just above his navel.
By now, Kurt's aroused mind had already come to the conclusion that he was done, prepared and cooked like a Thanksgiving turkey, and who on Earth decided to turn his room into a furnace, let me ask that particular question ?
Oh,boy,lookatthat,anewCircleofHell … was his only thought as Blaine chuckled against his ribcage, the rumble echoing in all his bones … and other body parts, it seemed, if he could trust his pants not to shrink on him because of the heat.
The small movement of the hip he made to adjust him was clearly observed by the very boy responsible for it in the first place. Blaine wasted no time in coming back to kissing his mouth, his jaw and his neck, bringing them once again flushed against each other, and he reciprocated the hip jerk.
Soon, the two boys were rubbing their covered crotches against each other in a slow, sensual rhythm that was completely new for them.
Oh, their time together during the summer had allowed them to experience with frottage – except now everything was different.
In the past, it had always happened like an accident, a most welcome one, but still too quick, bringing them to an abrupt end before they even had the time to really enjoy it.
Now, it was unhurried, deliberate, bringing a whole new meaning to it all, especially as Blaine kept on kissing every amount of skin accessible and as Kurt proceeded in giving him a scalp massage.
Rubbing his cheek against Blaine's curls, Kurt sighed contentedly, feeling the familiar hotness coiling in his stomach, announcing his fast approaching completion, but for once, he couldn't care less about letting Blaine see him losing control, or staining his pants, or simply about the whole act coming to an end : he just felt too damn good, and Blaine was evidently feeling the same, as he started to let long, throaty moans against his sweaty skin.
"Bl-Blaine …I … Oh Gaga … I …" Kurt moaned, burying his face in the soft, dampened curls.
"I know, love … M-me too … Oh God, Kurt I-" Blaine's voice was muffled by Kurt's skin, and the shorter boy was then silenced by Kurt taking over his mouth in a searing kiss as they came together, both moaning in each other's mouth.
"Fuck I love you" Blaine panted as they collapsed side by side on Kurt's bed, his hand looking for his lover's across the mattress.
Lightly chuckling, Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine : in his post-orgasm glow, the boy was even more stunning than usual, which was saying something.
His curls were sticking out in every direction, his well-defined cheekbones flushed in an attractive shade of red, his lips parted and red with the intensity of their last kiss, but most breathtaking of all, his eyes … God, his eyes were shining ambers burning with passion and love, filled with so much happiness Kurt almost cried.
"Je t'aime aussi (3)" he finally answered, once he got his brain working again, his fingers brushing against the heated skin of Blaine's cheek.
The soft words, the tenderness in every gesture, the whole new level of intimacy they had reached in that short afternoon in the Hudmel's house – all that was clearly a turning point in their relationship.
However, Blaine wiggling his hips with a pout of discomfort kind of ruined the mood – especially when Kurt started to giggle.
"Oh, come on Kurt, it's not funny !"
"Believe me it is !"
"Hmph !"
God, his puppy, upset look is going to be the death of me !
"How articulate of you, mon chéri (4). Now come on, let's find you a pair of clean pants you can use to go home".
As they both stood up, Blaine looked around, a sheepish look on his face. "I really should leave some of my cloth in here" he mumbled.
Kurt gave him a shameless wink. "Maybe you should."
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(1) Just for us
(2) My dear
(3) I love you too
(4) My darling
Songs used in this episode :
- Seven Nation Army (the version I'm referring to is this one : go to youtube and add /watch?v=C4XKNNl31Gc) – sungbyMike,sungwithDaveandSam
- Hairspray, Come so Far (Got so Far To Go) – sungbyMercedes,sungbyPuck,sungbyArtie,sungbythethreetogether
- The Beatles, Michele – sungbyBlaine,sungbyKurt, sungbythetwoofthem
And here it is !
I rarely ask for reviews like a puppy Blaine, but I'd really love to have your feedback on the Klmut :)
See you soon (I'll be back before Glee, keep that in mind !)