Chapter 12:
Waking up in Blaine's arms was wonderful. Well, it was wonderful the second time. The first was around midnight, when he'd woken up and realized that he had fallen asleep and his Dad was going to kill him.
"Shh, Kurt it's ok." Blaine had whispered, pulling him back into the bed. "I asked your Dad if you could sleep here."
"You...what?" Kurt asked, laying back down and trying to calm down.
"I asked him if you staying here was ok. And after much deliberation, he said you could. In fact, he packed an overnight bag and change of clothes in your car for you, so I could keep it a surprise." Blaine said, obviously very pleased with his craftiness.
"Oh...wow." Kurt said.
Blaine rested Kurt's head back against his chest, holding his arms around him. "Go back to sleep."
The next morning was much more pleasant. Sun shone through the cracks in the curtain and fell across their entwined bodies, warming Kurt's bare shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good.
"Good morning, angel face." Blaine said, brushing the hair off of Kurt's face, which was still snuggled against his chest.
"Good morning curly sue." Kurt said, running his fingers through the tangled mess of Blaine's hair. Blaine grinned, and rolled over so that Kurt was lying underneath him. He smiled down at Kurt, his hair falling into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss him.
"Your hair is so great..." Kurt said, tangling his fingers in the curls as Blaine kissed him. "You should keep it like this, always."
"I'm not sure it really fits with Dalton's dress code." He said, lying next to Kurt and propping himself up on his elbow. "They're not big fans of wild and unruly hair. I need to stay ruly."
"Mmm, who cares?" Kurt mumbled, brushing his hair up with his fingers. It was so soft, Kurt was having a hard time letting go. "Worst they would do is decide that your hair makes you a renegade teenage delinquent and make you go see Dr. Sincere."
"And that is motivation enough to keep my hair plastered firmly to my head." He said with a shiver.
"But it's so sexy like this." Kurt whined, biting his lip. Blaine smiled and got out of bed. Kurt tried to follow, but Blaine stopped.
"You just...lie there, ok?" He said, walking over to his closet. Kurt tried to hold in an exited giggle as he watched Blaine's ass, still covered by his boxers, but beautiful none the less.
Blaine pulled out an old pair of baggy jeans and put them on, ruffling up his hair and turning around to give Kurt a goofy grin. "What do you think? Can I work the sexy, laid back musician look?"
"I think so..." Kurt said, not being able to suppress a giggle this time. He felt incredibly giddy. "But you should probably have an instrument."
Blaine's smile widened, as though Kurt had just made the world's most brilliant suggestion. "Good idea." He said, reaching back into the closet and pulling out an acoustic guitar. He slung the strap over his bare shoulders and began strumming the first new notes of a familiar song, and Kurt covered his eyes in embarrassed delight.
"We got the afternoon, you got this room for two, one thing I've left to do...discover me, discovering you." Blaine smiled as he sang, walking over to bed as he played. "One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain, one pair of candy lips and, your bubblegum tongue..."
Kurt stared at him, and realized he was holding his breath. Blaine always had a captivating charisma to him when he performed, and it was even more intense now. "Cause if you want love, we'll make it. Swimming a deep sea, of blankets, take all your big plans, and break 'em. This is bound to be a while."
Blaine stopped walking as he reached the edge of the bed, and began the songs chorus. "Your body is a wonderland, your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands), your body is a wonderland."
He sat on the edge of the bed, balancing the guitar on his knee. Kurt was on his side, the sheets covering him up to his waist, and he propped himself up on one elbow. He knew he had a ridiculous smile on his face, but he didn't care.
"Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face, I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase, you tell me where to go and, though I might leave to find it," He glanced down seductively as he sang this, biting his lip, and another enamored giggle escaped Kurt's lips. "I'll never let your head hit the bed, without my hand behind it."
Blaine stopped strumming now, and he moved further onto the bed. "You want love? We'll make it, swimming a deep sea, of blankets, take all your big plans, and break 'em...this is bound to be a while." He almost said, barely singing the words and looking intently into Kurt's eyes. Kurt stopped breathing again.
Blaine smiled, jumping off the bed and back into the chorus, at full force. "Your body is a wonderland, your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands), your body is a wonderland…"
He leaned forward, bending a little over the bed, and looking intently at Kurt as he played. "Damn baby...you frustrate me. I know you're mine all mine all mine...but you look so good it hurts sometimes…" He slung the guitar off his shoulders here, placing it on the floor, and crawling onto the bed as he sung the final chorus.
"Your body is a wonderland," He sang, running his hands along Kurt's body, and leaning in close.
"Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)," He ran his hands up to Kurt's face, holding it lightly as he kissed him.
"Your body is a wonderland," He whispered, letting himself lie on top of Kurt. "Your body is a wonderland..."
Finn wandered into the dining room, looking for something to eat. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, so no meals were out, but there were snacks and Finn was pretty sure he wanted to eat them all. George was in there already, chopping up fruit with his plastic knife and laying the bits out in rows of 13.
"Healthy." Finn said, grabbing up a bag of chips and a muffin.
"It's for Paige." He said, beginning to put the cut up fruit in a plastic bowl.
"Right. You know she can get herself a snack, right?" Finn said, smirking at him.
"No, she can't." George said. "She said one of the small things she misses the most from the outside was eating a bowl of chopped up fruit with yogurt. She can't get it herself because she's not allowed to have a knife." He said, waving his plastic knife around.
"Ah, so you plan on wooing her with your impressive knife wielding skills." Finn said, and he saw the back of George's ears turn pink. Ignoring him, George picked up a container of Blackberry yogurt and began mixing it with the fruit.
"She hates blackberries." Finn said.
"But she likes blackberry jam and yogurt." George replied.
"How do you know?"
"I have eyes, ears and a working memory." He said, throwing out the empty yogurt container.
"Remember when you just sat there quietly and never said anything? Remember how fun that was?" Finn said, taking a bite of his muffin. George rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to take this to Paige. She hardly touched her lumpy oatmeal this morning and she needs to eat." He said, turning and stalking across the room.
"You know, most people wait until they're actually in a relationship before they let themselves get whipped." Finn said, following him.
George turned a brighter shade of pink in reply.
"You're pre-whipping yourself dude. It's not good." He continued.
"Ignoring you now." George said, walking out of the room.
As Blaine kissed him, Kurt tangled one hand back up in his hair, letting the other slide down over Blaine's bare back, and down to his hips. He slowly pushed himself over so that he was lying on top of Blaine. His heart beat fast with excitement as he looked at Blaine, and moved his hand slowly over to the button of his jeans, undoing them just as quickly as he'd done the night before.
Blaine grinned as he kissed him, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck. "Hey now, I just put those on..." he murmured.
"And I'm just going to take them off..." Kurt said, biting Blaine's lip lightly. He moved down Blaine's body, slowly removing his jeans and kissing along the inside of his thigh as he went. When his pants were off, he trailed his fingers along his thigh again, and lay his head down on Blaine's hip, lingering his fingers over the elastic band of his boxers.
As expected, Blaine protested. "You don't need to do that, Kurt." He murmured, moving Kurt's fingers away.
"Oh, but you can't say no to me..." Kurt said, looking up at him from his spot on his hip.
"You realize I've been saying no to you for months now, right?" Blaine said.
"It's different now." He whispered, and then lifted his head up. He moved back up on the bed, and placed his hands on Blaine's chest. "Tell me I don't need to again."
"You don't." Blaine said. "You don't need to do anything."
Kurt smiled, the giddy feeling bubbling back up inside him. "I know. I know I don't need to." He said excitedly. "I want to, Blaine." He slipped his hand back down between Blaine's leg. "I'm choosing too." He continued, sliding his hand inside Blaine's underwear. "You're the first person I've ever chosen to do this with." He said, looking into Blaine's eyes as he held him in his hand. "Please let me."
He could feel Blaine stiffening against him, and hear his breath quicken. Swallowing lightly and never breaking eye contact, Blaine slowly nodded his head.
Paige was lying upside down on the couch next to Michael, both of them quietly watching TV together. Finn smiled at how far they'd both come.
"Is nothing good on?" George asked, leaning against the couch and looking at Paige.
"Nope. 1000 ways to die is coming on soon though." She said, rolling herself off the couch. "Ooh that looks awesome." She said staring at the fruit bowl in George's hand.
George blushed pink, and twitched nervously as he spoke. "I, um...well...um...you..."
"He made it for you." Finn supplied, watching with amusement.
"Yes! That." George said, looking relieved.
Paige's eyes went wide. "Really?"
George nodded, handing her the bowl. "You didn't eat much this morning. Food is important. For ...you know...being alive." He muttered.
"That's like the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." She gushed, genuinely excited.
"That's really fucking sad, Paige." Michael murmured, changing channels.
"Thanks George!" She said, ignoring Michael and throwing her arms around him. Finn laughed as George's entire face went hot pink, and his shoulders twitched spastically. "Mmm, fruit." She said excitedly, sitting back down on the couch, completely unaware of the effect she'd on George.
"I need...I'm going..." George said, walking away stiffly, but fast.
"Why'd he leave?" Paige pouted. "He's gonna miss 1000 ways to die."
"I don't think he's really a '1000 ways to die' type of person." Finn said. "I'm going to go check on him...make sure he's not entering some sort of twitchy coma."
"Okeydoke." Paige said, happily eating her fruit.
Finn went to the boys dorm and knocked on George's door. George opened it, looking confused. "Why are you knocking, the door's open."
"Common courtesy?" Finn said, shrugging and moving inside.
"Right. Um, thanks then." George said.
"So, that went well?" Finn said, sitting on George's bed. George flinched as he sat down, but he ignored it.
"Well? Are you kidding?" George said, looking pained. "'Food is important for being alive'? What the hell was that?"
"You were nervous, it's fine." Finn said. "I'm sure she thought it was adorable."
"No, she thinks I'm an idiot. And I can't blame her for it, because I am. She's completely entitled to think I'm an idiot." George paced around his room as he spoke, rubbing his temples.
"Want me to find out?" He asked. George stopped his pacing and stared at him.
"Would you?" He asked, his eyes wide.
"Sure, no problem." Finn said.
"But how, I mean how are you going to bring it up. I don't want you to be obvious." He said nervously.
Finn grinned. "I'll be incredibly subtle."
"So, what do you think of George?" Finn asked, taking a seat next to her on the couch.
"He's nice. Funny. I get a kick out of him." She said, tucking her knees up beneath her on the couch.
"Yeah, that's it?" Finn asked, poking her shoulder.
She shrugged and tucked her hair behind her ear. "He brought me chopped up fruit." She whispered.
"He did." Finn said, grinning.
She looked at him seriously. "Please don't hold what I'm about to do against me." She said, and then a dopey grin spread across her face and she giggled and bit her nails. She teetered back and forth on the couch for a little, giggling madly, and then stopped abruptly. "I'm done now, and if you ever tell anyone I did that, I will kill you horribly and they will never find the body."
"My lips are sealed." Finn said solemnly.
"Mine too." Michael said, staring at the TV screen.
Blaine lay with his head against the head board of his bed, trying to regulate his breathing. Kurt was lying with his head on his chest, giggling madly and Blaine smiled. He loved how excited Kurt was, loved how relieved everything they'd done seemed to make him. It was though he was just realizing that everything was over.
He'd been talking non-stop since he'd gotten back from the washroom after he'd...Blaine blushed at the thought of what Kurt had done. He knew Kurt would laugh if he knew why he was blushing, but he didn't care. It was his first blow job from his first boyfriend and the thought filled him with the same giddiness that seemed to have claimed Kurt.
He'd been blocking out what Kurt was actually saying for a while now. It was better that way. In his excitement, Kurt didn't seem to realize that he was sharing very intimate and painful details of his "relationship" with Finn.
He'd come back from the washroom, smiling broadly. He had his underwear back on, and flung himself on the bed, giggling and rolling over excitedly. "Guess what I just did." He'd giggled. Blaine hadn't been able to answer then, but Kurt hadn't noticed. "I spit it out." He giggled, curling up and biting his nails. "Just spit it out. Isn't that wonderful?"
It had taken Blaine a minute to realize what he was saying, and he'd decided it was best not answer.
"It never even occurred to me before that you could do that, that there was no reason you had to swallow that stuff. It's awful and I hate it, and I never have to swallow it again!" He cheered. Blaine smiled, closing his eyes. He was happy that Kurt was happy, but it still hurt to hear about what had been forced on him. Kurt had grinned, and continued to mindlessly divulge awful details, and roll around excitedly on the bed.
"Blaine? Blaiiinneeee." Kurt said, suddenly sitting on his lap. Blaine opened his eyes.
"Sorry, I think I fell asleep." Blaine murmured. Kurt grinned and kissed him.
"That's ok. I should probably keep that stuff to myself anyhow." He said, smiling. "Well, myself and Claudia."
"It's fine if you want to keep talking about it." Blaine said, hoping Kurt couldn't hear the obvious lie.
Kurt smiled and kissed him. "No, I don't. Not anymore. I want to talk about how amazing you are and how much I love you."
Blaine grinned. "A wonderful subject, to be sure."
"I'm serious Blaine." Kurt said, calming down slightly. "Thank you. For everything...I know this has all been hard for you, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it. You've done so much...so much more than anyone could have expected from you. You've been kind, and patient, and forgiving...I know that must have been hard." He said quietly.
Blaine nodded. There was no bother denying it, it had all been hard. He would be lying if he said there hadn't been moments where he would have liked nothing more than to give up, to leave. It was a lot for one person to handle, and at times it was too much.
When Kurt had first told him he missed Finn, his immediate reaction was anger. He'd done so much for him and Kurt still missed the boy who'd raped and abused him. But he'd kept that to himself, and given Kurt what he needed, and in the end it had been ok.
It was that thought, that in the end it was ok, that had stopped him from leaving Kurt in the bathroom after he'd told him what he'd done with Jake. More than ever, he'd wanted to walk away. But as much as he'd wanted to, in that moment and in all the ones before it, he knew he never could.
He'd imagined millions of worlds where'd he'd left Kurt, every time he'd wanted to, from the time he'd gone to his house the day after he'd confronted him in the locker room, to listening to him confess about touching Jake.
He smiled at Kurt and kissed him lightly, wrapping his arms around his waist. He was thrilled that none of those world's existed. This was the only he wanted to live in.
"Thank you, Kurt." He said, brushing his dark hair off his face. "For making it all worth it."
A/N: There were times writing this chapter that I actually forgot what story I was writing. It's amazing how easily one can slip back into fluff.