Text to Mercedes Jones:
Get online. Now.
Mercedes Jones has signed on.
Mercedes Jones: Boo, I love you and all. But why do you need me to talk to you at 9 A.M. while we're still on winter break? I want to get my sleep on!
Kurt Hummel: Blaine is coming over tomorrow.
Mercedes Jones: OMG. Kurt!
Kurt Hummel: Yes. And Rachel can't know.
Mercedes Jones: Ummmm, why?
Kurt Hummel: She asked me not to date him because she didn't want us to start leaving her alone with only Babs records and a sparkle microphone for company. I lied, and I told her I wouldn't.
Mercedes Jones: Oh for god's sake. Rachel is allllll kinds of crazy.
Kurt Hummel: I noticed! Anyway, that's not the important part. I invited him over and I have no idea what to entertain Blaine with once he's here!
Mercedes Jones: Oh, I can't think of a few things. ;)
Kurt Hummel: -_- Down girl. Get some new thoughts.
Mercedes Jones: You're no fun.
Kurt Hummel: Mercedes seriously, I need help.
Mercedes Jones: Is anyone going to be home?
Kurt Hummel: Just Finn, maybe.
Mercedes Jones: Boooooo!
Kurt Hummel: He'll leave us alone for the most part I think. Now what do I do with Blaine? What can I distract him with that is fun and won't lead him to believe I'm boring? Cooking? Movies? Bee keeping?
Mercedes Jones: Distract him…with your tongue.
Kurt Hummel: Cedes! YOU ARE NO HELP.
Mercedes Jones: Hehehehe! I'm sorry!
Kurt Hummel: You are not even the least bit sorry.
Mercedes Jones: I'm not. But I'll help you; I say cooking first. It'll break any ice and Finn will probably pop in once he smells food, so make extra! Then take Blaine up to your room, put on a movie on your computer, and don't watch it!
Kurt Hummel: See was that so hard to say? And you know what? FINE. Maybe we won't watch it.
Mercedes Jones: Atta boy. :)
Kurt Hummel: Can I make a request of you?
Blaine Anderson: Sure! I aim to please.
Kurt Hummel: No hair product tomorrow?
Blaine Anderson: Alrighty. Why?
Kurt Hummel: My hand has plans for your hair during nap time.
Blaine Anderson: :3
Kurt was getting ready for his and Blaine's hangout-date-thingy. And was deciding whether yellow or white skinnies would go better with his new…supposed "bee" bow tie.
Kurt didn't want to tell Blaine that the bow tie looked like he embroidered it with little yellow and brown tie die penises. And he definitely couldn't wear it in public, he was already ridiculed enough. If his voice and outfits didn't tip people off that he was gay, a bow tie covered in dicks certainly wouldn't help. So he decided it would be best to wear it while he was going to be inside all day anyway.
Then a ding on his computer went off.
Blaine Anderson: Attire for your house; super casual, casual, or semi-formal?
Kurt Hummel: Apron and nothing else.
Blaine Anderson: Kurrrrrrt. :(
Kurt Hummel: Fine then. Disappoint me. Wear one of your little bow ties, see if I care.
Blaine Anderson: Meanie.
Kurt Hummel: You're the meanie. All I want is for you to model your aprons but nooooo.
Blaine Anderson: Maybe for your next birthday. ;D
Kurt Hummel: Tease.
Blaine Anderson: I'll see you at noon! :D
"Were you followed?" Kurt opened the door a crack and jokingly peaked out at Blaine with one eye.
"I hope not. Thought I must admit, I'm too cold to notice if I was," Blaine shivered as he spoke, rubbing his bare hands together vigorously.
"Right, sorry! Get in, make yourself at home," Kurt opened the door motioning for Blaine to come in.
Blaine kicked off his shoes by the door immediately. He showed up to Kurt's house bundled up in a crocheted grey sweater with red cuff and collar lining, cuffed red pants, and a red bow tie. His hair was curly and bouncy and touchable. Kurt was glad Blaine listened to his text to keep the gel out for the day.
"You wore my bow tie!" Blaine looked surprised and so genuinely pleased.
"I did," Kurt threaded his fingers in Blaine's hair from behind him, "And you accommodated my request, good Blaine."
Blaine turned to over-actively grin at Kurt, "Does this mean I get a cookie for my good behavior?"
Kurt clapped his hands together, "Great minds think alike! I was thinking we could make some cookies?"
"Oh awesome, what kind?" Blaine began to tug off his sweater and hung it on the coat rack.
"What kind do you want?"
"Gingerbread?" Blaine was practically hopping as he followed Kurt to the cookbooks on the table.
"Someone is in the Christmas spirit."
"I really like Christmas. And actually, sometimes we do celebrate it. We do little stockings and eat candy and Chinese food all day. And of course we play holiday songs at the piano."
"Let me guess, Rachel hogs the solos?"
Blaine chuckled, "She gets it from my dad, you know?"
Kurt's eyebrows shot up as he began rooting through the cupboards, "Really? Leroy, right?"
"Yep! He's all into doing runs and belting. He taught Rachel how to sing, my Abba taught me though."
"So that's why you're normal. Rachel was raised by the dramatic one?"
Blaine squinted his eyes as if to think harder, "No, they're both pretty dramatic, actually. In fact, I think Rachel got my Abba's scheming and theatrical genes. I got my dad's level head, including the hair."
"You know, I've seen your parents," Kurt smirked as he started mixing ingredients, "If I was thirty years older, I'd totally be into Leroy."
Blaine's eyes widened in horror and he rushed to Kurt and tried to cover his mouth with his hand, "Ewe, shush, no! Don't say that!"
Kurt chuckled and batted Blaine's hand away with the mixing spoon, "What? You have his hair."
"Shhhhh! No, I don't!"
"Oh you so do. Remind me to thank him the next time I come over."
Blaine puffed his lips out in mock anger. He licked and then dipped a finger into the sugar bowl and then pressed it against Kurt's nose leaving a light residue.
Kurt blinked sternly at Blaine, "My nose is sticky."
Blaine leaned forward and licked the sugar off of Kurt's nose, "Mm! Sticky-sweet."
Kurt yelped and then shook his head, "No. You're sticky sweet. My nose is sticky-saliva."
"I like your family's Christmas tree," Blaine said as they sat down in the living room with a plate of cookies on the coffee table and matching polka dot mugs of coffee in each of their hands.
"Thank you! I'm so glad you noticed it!" Kurt smiled and placed his mug on a coaster and began to talk with his hands, "It took forever to find enough of gold and plum ornaments. I ordered a lot of them online and a few of them are sentimental that my father insisted on keeping, I couldn't really argue."
"It's beautiful."
Kurt nodded excitedly, "And see that plum wire angel for the top? That's custom made by a New York artist I found online, who does amazing wire sculptures and started making wire angels with porcelain cherub face masks-"
"Why did you just climb up and sit on top, angel-face?" Blaine took a smiley sip of his hazelnut coffee.
Kurt stopped rambling to roll his eyes, "Ha ha, very funny Blaine. You think you're so charming, don't you?"
"Maybe a little."
"Do I smell cookies?" Finn shouted as he slid into the living room on his socks.
"There's an extra plate in the kitchen for you, Finn," Kurt shook his head to the right in the direction of the kitchen."
"Dude, you rock!" And then Finn's eyes landed on Blaine, "Oh, hey Blaine!"
"Hi! It's nice to see you again, Finn," Blaine grinned and turned to wave at him on the couch.
"Are you guys dating?"
Blaine blinked, "Uh-"
"We're just hanging out, Finn. Don't tell anyone."
"Why not? You aren't ashamed of him or something, are you? I mean, he's got awesome giant hair and he dresses kind of weird, but Blaine's cool."
Blaine looked down at his outfit self-consciously and began fiddling his bow tie with one hand and patting his hair with the other.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "No, no, Blaine is flawless. We're hanging out surreptitiously because Rachel doesn't like it."
Finn's eyes flickered uncomfortably at the mention of her name and he nodded and went off into the kitchen.
"I have a jew-fro."
"I…noticed?" Kurt tilted his head perplexed.
Blaine shrugged with a little smirk, "Just reminding you of how I'm not flawless."
"That's not really the way to convince me. Your hair is one of my favorite things about you."
Blaine sipped his mug with a light blush and then looked at Kurt straight in the eyes, "I'm naive, I don't take hints, and I'm short."
"And I'm bossy, I'm too blunt, and I have pear hips."
"I happen to like the shape of your hips," Blaine produced a little pout on his face.
"And I happen to like that you're short."
Blaine's head shot back and he started laughing, "Why would you like that?"
"It makes everything you do, like, ten times more cute and entertaining."
Finn ran back in the room with his cookie plate half-empty, "Hey Kurt, if I go to Sam's, will you be okay here without me?"
"No Finn, if you leave I'll probably set the house on fire, starve to death, and have a freak accident involving Blaine and one of Carole's stilettos."
Finn nodded with a lopsided smile, "Cool, later bro!"
"Bye Finn. And hey! Make sure you bring that plate back with you or Carole will have a fit. Now leave alone with my little fun-sized Blaine," Kurt lifted his eyebrows menacingly as Finn went out the front door.
"Great, the boy I like has a short-people fetish."
"Not true, I have a Blaine fetish. Let's go to my room."
Blaine's eyes flew open wide, "What?"
Kurt opened his mouth and then closed it, he started waving his hands around frantically, "I-no-not. Not like that! PG-13 bedroom time!"
Blaine started laughing, "Boo, and here I was hoping to lose my virginity before our first date."
"Your bed looks comfy," Blaine said as placed his coffee and cookies on the night stand. He threw himself on top of the mattress without a care, belly first, and snuggled into the left side of Kurt's bed with his face in the pillow, "Mm, it is comfy."
"You want naptime already?" Kurt raised his eyebrows knowingly towards his bed.
Blaine nodded still facedown in the pillow, so all Kurt could see was the shifting of his curls.
"Okay, I'm just going to put some background noise of the cinema variety on my laptop, any requests?"
Blaine turned over floppily and perked his head up, "Crybaby?"
"One oddly specific cult classic coming up," Kurt mumbled as he hooked up his laptop, finding the film, and leaning it on a bench at the edge of his bed. He delicately took his boots off and looked towards Blaine who was staring at him.
Blaine smiled and made grabby-hands at Kurt, "Gimme, please?"
"Give you what? Were you still hungry? I can whip up some-" Kurt turned to motion towards the door as Blaine swiftly crawled up on his knees and Kurt turned back to be met face to face with Blaine's sweet smile.
"Gimme you, dummy," Blaine chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. He leaned back so they fell back onto the bed with an "umph," and Kurt lying directly on top of Blaine. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's arms before attempting to move into Blaine's side instead, but Blaine kept his arms firmly around Kurt's back. Blaine scooted down a little so his chin was rubbing against Kurt's clavicle, "Nope, no scooting away, it's snuggle time and you smell nice and you're pretty and warm, and I like you."
"You drank before you came over, didn't you?" Kurt quipped.
"So, I may have downed a cuddle potion on the drive over. What of it?"
"I'll have to get the recipe to continue drugging you, then."
"It's not a difficult recipe. It's one part super duper comfy bed, seven parts gingerbread cookies, and one part you," Blaine lifted a hand to rub at Kurt's neck.
"Seven!" Kurt squealed, "Blaine, you ate seven of them?"
"Yeah?" Blaine's eyebrows shot up before he narrowed his eyes at Kurt, "Okay, Finn ate like seven in the two minutes he took to retrieve them, so no judging the expansion of my waist!"
Kurt rolled his eyes and his hands traveled down to Blaine's waist to squeeze a little, "Blaine, your waist is tiny. You're tiny."
"Oh Kurt, I hate to break this to you. But boys don't like to hear that they're tiny in the bedroom," Blaine smirked.
"Fine. You're a very big boy."
"Damn straight!"
They laid there smiling at each other for a few minutes, Blaine's hands were massaging Kurt's lower back and Kurt's were nesting in Blaine's hair. Kurt's head drooped to lay in the juncture of Blaine's shoulder and neck. Soon they were off to slumber land.
Blaine woke up first and stared at the profile of Kurt's sleeping face. Kurt's mouth was open slightly and his chin was tucked. His hair remained styled pretty much flawlessly except for one lock of hair that fell to the side of his face. His lips were so perfectly pouty and sculpted. They looked slightly chapped from the dry air, Blaine didn't even care. He was flawless and smooth as far as his skin went. He was so perfectly pale and just elegant.
Kurt was so fucking pretty.
Blaine wiggled his arms out of Kurt's and grabbed Kurt's face between his palms. Kurt began to stir with a little sigh and Blaine smiled, rubbing his thumbs against Kurt's cheekbones.
Blaine spoke in a crackly voice, "Hey, Kurt?"
Kurt's eyes blinked open for only a second.
Blaine pressed his lips lightly against Kurt's.
Kurt whined high pitched and his eyes flew open to see closed round eyes, a very close up nose, and perfectly angular eyebrows.
Blaine.
Kurt's mouth sprung to life and started lightly sucking and sliding against Blaine's working lips. His hands buried themselves in Blaine's soft curls and bunching them up in his knuckles. Blaine's arms slid down Kurt's sides and held tight at his waist as he broke the kiss.
Kurt let out a breathy laugh and Blaine cleared his throat with the same breathy chuckle, "Well."
"Well, what?" Kurt's eyebrows shot up with obvious nervous energy.
"Well, you," Blaine smiled with his eyes closed and nudged his nose against Kurt's cheek and pecked his lips feather light, "In case I haven't been clear enough, I really like you."
"I had hoped so."
"How…how do you feel about me?" Blaine asked with a genuinely anxious look.
"I'm completely fixated on you, doofus."
"Dummy," Blaine relaxed with an upward quirk of his lips.
"Ignoramus."
"Poop head!
Kurt giggled at the juvenile insult, "Blaine-"
"Butt face!" Blaine shouted with a light tap to the top of Kurt's bottom.
Kurt was in an outright giggle fit.
"You're a dork, Blaine."
"Well, you still want to fuck this dork, so that makes you a dork advocate," Blaine said as he waved a finger in between their faces and wiggled his hips sassily from under Kurt.
Kurt's eyes flew open wide because though he was getting used to Blaine throwing his drunken statements around, he was not used to lying on top of Blaine when he wiggled his hips like that creating really forceful friction. It's was just a second but…
Kurt started getting hard.
Kurt tried to flee slightly, by turning to lie in Blaine's side as opposed to directly on top of him. But Blaine was just not having it. He just hugged Kurt tighter and then decided it would be a good time to include his legs in the limbs that wrapped around Kurt's waist. He pouted, "No leaving, we're snuggling…unless you have to pee! Do you have to pee?"
Kurt was biting his lip to try not to breathe too hard because now Blaine's legs were around him and this was just not working. He really wanted to pretend he had to pee to get away, but if he got up Blaine might actually see the problem.
"This is just a little…suffocating? And I mean physically, like constricted, not emotionally suffocating!" Kurt clarified immediately.
Blaine nodded and unwrapped his legs and arms and Kurt started to move to the side but he brushed up against Blaine's thigh on the way.
"Oh! Oh." Blaine's eyes opened wide with realization and he turned to face Kurt. Rubbing a comforting hand on Kurt's stomach he asked, "Kurt. Did you get a boner?"
Kurt's expression couldn't be more mortified but he quickly tried to put on his best poker face, "No."
Blaine just smiled, "Kurt, it's really okay. It happens to the best of us."
Kurt just closed his eyes uncomfortably, "God, you're so unsubtle!"
"Actually, I think you'll come to find you are the one that's unsubtle," Blaine winked.
"It's not my fault you decided to kiss me while I was sleeping and then rub your hips all over me, Blaine."
"It's actually kind of hot, if it makes you feel any better."
"I'm glad you feel that way, because honestly, I'm considering running into the bathroom for an ice cold shower."
"Only if I'm coming in with you," Blaine nuzzled his nose against Kurt's neck.
Kurt said nothing, he just stiffened slightly.
"Sorry, that was too bold, wasn't it?"
"A little fast, yes."
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered pressing against Kurt's lips with feather light pressure, "I'm perfectly ecstatic to lay around with boner-having-you in my arms."
"Oh, put a cork in it, Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I'm serious! It makes me feel special that I could do that to you."
"Yes, please do feel special at my mortification."
Blaine chuckled, "Hey, Kurt?"
"Yes?"
Blaine grinned over-dramatically, "Did you know…that…I like you?"
Kurt smiled back, "I kind of figured when you told me that five minutes ago. I'm glad to know you don't hate the boys you kiss."
Blaine blushed sheepishly nuzzling Kurt, "You're the first boy I've kissed that I've liked that way."
"So you have kissed other boys?" Kurt elevated his head in this palm.
Blaine grumbled embarrassed, "Really not a big deal, just Warblers being Warblers."
Kurt's eyebrows shot up along with his body, "Okay, there are stories, and I want to know them!"
Blaine groaned, "They're not that interesting, Kurt."
"Boys in your glee club have kissed you. Your glee club, in which everyone, to my knowledge; is straight. I want to hear about it!"
"Not everyone is straight, just the three you've met, at least I think they're straight," Blaine spoke thoughtfully, "My first kiss was Nick, it was during a Warbler sleepover game of truth or dare. David was drunk and was telling me how much he loved me. And Jeff, well he was kind of the same as David's story. Except, Jeff wasn't drunk, he was just excited."
"Your friends are intensely affectionate."
"Oh please, Rachel would crawl inside your carcass to snuggle if it wouldn't kill you in the process."
"That's…kind of disturbing."
"Don't underestimate my sister."
"Oh, I wouldn't. Speaking of the screechy siren, what did you tell Rachel you were doing today?"
"I told her I was going to a gay bar to make out with strangers," Blaine blinked seriously, then couldn't contain his smile, "No, I told her I was going to see my friend Wes, since he's back from break at Stanford."
And her hair this morning was hilarious. Even bigger than it was when we were kids. Stealing her flat iron is the best prank ever.
"You have a friend at an Ivy League school?"
"I do. And I plan on getting into Yale myself," Blaine spoke proudly as he held his head high.
"Really?"
"Yep! You, Mr. Hummel, are dating a future Ivy League student."
Kurt shyly placed his hand against Blaine's chest with a smile, "Dating, huh?"
"Dating," Blaine whispered against Kurt's mouth before he leaned in to kiss Kurt hard on the mouth. Blaine took a deep breath through his nose and just when he started to part his mouth to heat up the kiss, he heard it.
Beep beep.
He continued kissing Kurt as he dug his phone out of his pocket, and broke away to check his phone.
Text from Rachel Berry:
Blaine, where are you? And I mean HONESTLY this time.
Fuck.
Author Note: Hiya guys! Here's a lengthy chapter. School's been heating up, but don't fret, I'm dedicated and in it for the long run!
Rachel, ever the cockblocker, isn't she?
Yay! Our boys finally kissed, yay! And yay awkward Kurt!boners and naptime and banter.
I really can't wait to see how Blaine works his way out of this.
Review guys!