Chapter Fourteen

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"I only have eyes for you."

-David Levithan, Every Day

Bryce stopped in front of the flower shop next to The Met checking his reflection in the store window, he moved the few pieces of hair that had fallen out of place during his walk over back to where they belonged and then took the travel size can of hairspray that Kurt swore he keep just for emergencies and spritzed them generously. It wasn't until the lady inside the store gave him a weird look that he stopped fussing and walked in searching for flowers that would be good enough for a classic, feisty, beauty.

After he settled on white and purple tulips he made his way across Central Park to their carefully planned meeting place on the observation deck of the Belvedere Castle. He alternated between leaning against the railings and pacing up and down the deck. He looked up at the sky when the sun hid behind the clouds that had started to roll in and quickly checked the time on his phone before typing out a text to Vivien.

Bryce: Hey beautiful I'm standing on the deck in front of the castle. Please tell me you're close, the wait is killing me.

Vivien thanked god and congratulated herself for going with her Jimmy Choo ankle booties instead of her nude stilettos when the right turn she just made didn't take her to the observation deck Bryce told her to meet him. She sighed deeply and looked down at her phone. She didn't even have a clue if she was close or not. Her hair wasn't looking as fabulous as it did before she left the house and her beautiful strapless coral dress had wrinkles in it now from trying to pass through human masses the whole time. So much for their romantic first meeting, she was sure Bryce wouldn't be as heart stopping as he looked in his pictures or he would say all the wrong things at the wrong times anyway. Because this was Vivien's luck, it was never good.
She looked up from her phone to find some type of landmark so she could at least tell Bryce her whereabouts when she saw the man in question, standing near a giant tree with the most beautiful flower bouquet Vivien had ever seen in his hand, looking like he just jumped out of a fairy tale. She was well aware she was staring and also grinning like a lunatic while she was making her way towards Bryce with quick, determined steps. She forgot all about her unkempt hair, wrinkled dress or the fact that she'd been walking around the same spot for an hour without knowing she was at the right place when her feet got closer and closer to Bryce with each step. She was dying to know how those arms would feel around her tiny body because Bryce was looking at her like she was something out of this world and because whoever wrote books about how many dates you should go on before you kiss him probably had never had the privilege to have this adorable, cute as shit guy waiting for them only ten feet away. She never stopped or hesitated to close that last tiniest space between their bodies, her hands grabbing Bryce's face on their own accord, her heart beating like crazy in her chest and her lips curling into a wide smile before they made their way to Bryce's.

Bryce was just starting to get worried when he spotted her walking towards him quickly and in slow motion all at the same time. The way her dress clung to her petite body made him lick his lips and stand up straighter, her sweet smile and the slight blush on her cheeks made his heart race but her big doe eyes and the way she looked at him as she got closer took his breath away. He didn't have time to catch it as she grabbed his face with her soft hands and pressed her lips firmly against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist so tightly that he lifted her off the ground slightly. He couldn't worry about being breathless because she was breathing sweet air right back through their parted lips. After what was probably only thirty seconds or so he had to pull back because they were both smiling so big they couldn't kiss anymore. Bryce blushed and tried to form words not letting go of his tight hold on Vivien's waist.

"Well... Hello there."

Vivien was smiling before she even opened her eyes and caught Bryce's staring back at hers with the same amazed look that made Vivien flail inside so hard. She let her hands drop to his shoulder, hooking them around Bryce's long neck, her bottom lip between her teeth as she gave him an uncharacteristically shy look.

"Hey..."

Bryce moved back just enough so he could bring the bouquet of tulips in front of him to hand to Vivien. She smiled a sweet smile as she continued to bite her bottom lip and leaned her head down to smell the flowers. The second her eyes left his he grabbed her chin and tilted it up to make her look at him again.

"No, no I don't want those beautiful baby blues to leave mine the rest of the day, okay? I've waited too long."

Vivien rolled her eyes at Bryce's words fondly and leant up to peck Bryce's lips one more time.

"Stop it. I want to actually form more than one word sentences today."

Bryce smirked and let his hand find Vivien's bringing it up to his lips kissing it while bowing a little.

"Well ViviEn if I get kisses like that when you can't form sentences I think I will do everything in my power to render you speechless. By the way did you notice this romantic castle in the background?"

Vivien raised an eyebrow and nodded, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling when Bryce didn't let go of her hand even when they started to walk.

"Hand kissing, romantic castle, flowers... What does all that make you? Prince Charming?"

Bryce squeezed her hand and shrugged as they started to stroll around the pond on the other side of the castle.

"No. This is just what you deserve on a first date. My whole goal here, princess, is that there will be a second one"

Vivien looked down at their linked hands and smiled a secret smile to herself, clearing her throat before she spoke.

"Well, there is this party that's being given in my honor this Friday night and um you know I was wondering if you would like to be my plus one?"

Bryce bit his lip before wrapping his arm around her waist again, picking her up off the ground enjoying the little squeal that came out of her mouth before he kissed her right in the middle of the park. He eventually set her back on the ground looking down chuckling nervously & then back into her eyes.

"I would love too."

Xxx

Kurt: Hey you! Been having fun with Vivi? I haven't heard from you in a couple days.

Blaine: Kurt hey! Yeah I've been helping Vivi settle nicely. Except when she isn't with Bryce but that's another story. How have you been?

Kurt: Yeah I don't think I have seen Bryce smile this much, like ever. Although it means I am lonelier without him around to constantly bug me. Oh well I'm glad they are happy though.

Blaine: What do you mean you are lonelier? Why are you lonely in the first place?

Kurt: It's just without you and him it's been a lot of nights alone in front of the TV with a glass of wine, doing a lot of thinking. But I've got Ford, so it's not all bad.

Blaine: There are things I want to ask you but I'm not sure if I would like the answers so I'll pass. Nothing fun to look forward to in the near future though?

Kurt: Bryce's party on Friday! He's been calling me stressing about it the last few days so I'm interested to see how it turns out, and I haven't seen Vivien yet so I'm excited. Are you going?

Blaine: Considering it's for Vivi, yeah of course I am. And you'll be there too. And I am totally not freaking out about that.

Kurt: And I'm totally not smiling about the fact that you will be there. :) But is that okay that I will be there *and* you will be there?

Blaine: I'm totally ok that I'll be there and you'll be there. I'm just hoping there won't be um too many people.

Kurt: Well I figured we could keep each other company since I'm guessing Bryce & Vivi will be preoccupied. Is that okay?

Blaine: Oh. Are you sure you'll have time for me?

Kurt: I wasn't planning on having much time for anyone else except for you. Unless you had other plans for your time...

Blaine: I don't.

Kurt: So Friday then. I so am not starting up a countdown until I see you. ;)

Blaine: You're doing it again and I'm unable to stop you.

Kurt: Sorry.

Blaine: It's okay.

Xx

By the time he was finally ready to go there was a gigantic pile of clothes on Kurt's bedroom floor and he was pulling on the dark green button up Marc Jacobs shirt that Blaine once said made his eyes stand out and paired it with his tightest pair of 7 skinny jeans because c'mon, they made his ass look fantastic. He needed to make sure he looked absolutely flawless tonight, partly because he never missed an opportunity to make a fashion statement but mostly because he would be seeing Blaine for the first time in a over a month. Just the idea of seeing Blaine made Kurt's heart swell. The way he had missed Blaine was another emotion he had never felt before. Kurt didn't realize that missing someone could physically hurt; he didn't think that he would look forward to sleep just because then he would finally be with him, even if it was just a fantasy. He missed people that were no longer with him, he missed family and friends that he hadn't seen in a while but missing Blaine was like missing a piece of himself. And it was weird because he was unaware at what point he had given Blaine a part of himself but that was most definitely how it felt, he wasn't himself anymore without Blaine and he was beyond excited to have that back again. As he fussed with his hair for the thousandth time his nerves started to kick in, he was worried; worried that Blaine's feelings may have changed just when he was finally on the verge of making a decision that could change his whole life. Kurt was so lost in his own thoughts that he almost didn't hear the doorbell ring.

Kurt looked at the clock and sighed as he opened the door expecting his elderly landlord needing a light bulb changed when he opened it up to see Michael standing with arms crossed across his chest.

"Michael… what are you doing here?"

Michael rolled his eyes not at all trying to hide it as he leaned across the door way trying to act relaxed despite his stiff body language.

"Coming to take you to the party of course. You didn't think I would let you go by yourself, did you?"

Kurt let out a fuck under his breath, not really trying to hide it, as he turned around to head back into the apartment leaving the door open but not inviting Michael in.

"You know, I don't remember asking you to come. You and Bryce barley even speak, why would you even want to come?"

Michael walked in grabbing Kurt's watch off the counter and held it out for him, smirking the entire time.

"Well I am *your* boyfriend, which makes me automatically invited doesn't it? Even if I had to read about it on Facebook before I heard it from you. Anyways it looks like it's already started, so we should probably get going, don't you think?"

Kurt snatched his watch from Michael giving him his best bitch look as he put it on, thinking about how much he wanted to tell Michael off right then and there but he had already received two "Where are you" texts from Bryce so he just grabbed his keys and walked down the three flights of stairs outside to hail a cab with Michael right on his heels.

They got to the bar that Bryce had managed to rent out for the party and by the music pouring into the street he could tell the party was already in full swing. He smiled at the chalkboard sign on the door welcoming Vivien to the city in Bryce's handwriting and shaking his head at the hearts he used to dot the "i's." He sighed loudly and pulled his hand away as Michael tried to hold it the second they got inside, he just wanted to find Blaine right away, explain that this was not how he wanted the night to go. He scanned the crowd smiling at the familiar faces but his eyes all the time searching for that curly haired boy he had missed so much.

Blaine rested his elbows on the bar counter and took a sip of his beer, his eyes wandering around the cozy bar Bryce rented out for the night. There was a small but nice crowd; funny people, friendly banter, good music. The couple of the night was already making everyone sick with their cuteness and Blaine couldn't remember a time he saw Vivien happier. The only thing that lacked to make this a perfect party for Blaine was still nowhere to be seen and he couldn't help but return his gaze to the entrance of the bar every ten seconds to check if he was there yet.

Blaine never knew how bad it could hurt to lose something he never had in the first place until he had to go through weeks without any kind of contact from Kurt. There was just no way to describe how much he missed him. How much he missed just being with him, seeing him laugh at something he said, listening to him bitch about the stuff at work but also talk passionately when asked about his future plans. He just missed having his warm body next to his, around his, feeling whole again when their hands intertwined, eyes on each other's without a single word exchanged between them.

He took another sip of his drink and turned around to ask for a refill when his eyes caught a tall, dark haired guy in a tight, black, v neck t-shirt staring at him intently. It wasn't the kind of look that would make you self-conscious or uneasy, it was simply a look appreciation and Blaine had no problem with that. He gave the dark beauty a kind smile and turned his back again. If he hadn't already been waiting for the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life, the look he gave the hot stranger would have been more inviting and daring but for now the guy had to settle for Blaine's thanks, but no thanks smile.

It felt like electricity was going through his veins and every missing puzzle coming together all at once when he finally spotted Kurt walking in the bar, his fingers carded through his hair and a slight pout that Blaine immediately wanted to kiss away on his lips. It was stupid. The way Kurt's smile, even if directed at some redhead girl, made his knees weak and his spine feel like jello immediately. He set his glass down on the counter with shaky hands and looked up to catch Kurt's eyes over the redhead girl's shoulder before he moved to make his way towards him. Instead it was a pair of icy blues that met his eyes, making Blaine rooted to his spot, unable to move even a finger. He had never been a violent person but at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to erase that stupid, knowing smirk from the lemon's head face with a badass punch. Instead he shook his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning around to order himself a long island. There was no way Blaine could go through this stupid party sober. And alone.

Kurt heard Michael chuckle behind him and he followed his smirk towards the bar just as Blaine turned around. He shot Michael a look to tell him to wipe that cocky smile off his face before he made his way closer to the bar. He heard Bryce call out for him so he started to head in that direction smiling when he noticed Vivien right by his side but their smiles quickly faded when they noticed Michael behind him gripping his waist possessively. He frowned and turned to look over his shoulder catching Blaine's cold stare. His heart instantly sank, that was the same look Blaine had given him the last time he had seen him and Kurt had so wanted tonight to be different. Kurt mouthed "Sorry" hoping Blaine would know how much he meant it from the look in his eyes, but he just shook his head and turned back towards the bar. Kurt pushed Michael's hand off his hip with force and went to the opposite side of the bar to order a strong drink.

Either Blaine wasn't as bright as he thought he was and misinterpreted what Kurt said in his texts or Kurt's understanding of spending all his time with Blaine while he had that douche bag attached to his hip was pretty fucked up. He couldn't even stand seeing them together let alone letting his eyes follow where the lemon head was touching Kurt. This was so far from how he thought tonight would go and if Kurt thought one quick sorry would make Blaine forget this horrible sinking feeling in his heart well he couldn't be any more wrong either.
He didn't even realize the hot stranger had changed his seat and now was sitting next to him while he ordered another long island for himself.

"Are you crashing the party?"

He tried not to let it show that he was actually startled by the sudden voice of the guy next to him and shook his head instead smiling.

"Nope. Invited by the party owner himself."

"And that would have convinced me if you'd actually given me a name."

Blaine knew from the tone of the guy that he was just teasing but he turned to his side to face him nevertheless.

"Do you see that girl that *Bryce* has been all over the whole night? Well her name is *Vivien* and she's my best friend. Sorry to ruin your theory Sherlock."

"Can't blame him, can you? She's gorgeous. And I'm fine with Sherlock too, but the name is Austin if you want to have your options… umm?"

"Blaine."

He wasn't faking the smile he gave Austin when he reached out to shake the hand he held out for Blaine.

"So how many drinks until I earn a dance with you, Blaine?"

Blaine looked over at Austin, his hand freezing half way to his mouth while he considered Austin's offer for a while before he said just fuck it to himself, downed the rest of his drink and put his glass down on the counter, shrugging to himself as he gave another flirtatious smile to Austin.

"You just did."

Kurt leaned against the bar, sipping his vodka tonic making small talk with a girl he knew from his classes at Parsons. He was just trying everything he could do to take his mind off of how horrible the night already was and trying everything in his power to ignore Michael, hoping he would just get the point and leave early. But obviously luck wasn't on his side at all because just as he was sipping the last drops of alcohol from his drink he saw some overly waxed, dark haired guy drag Blaine on to the dance floor.

Kurt gripped the edge of the bar tightly when the guy with the horrible knock off Rag and Bone suede boots put his hand a little too low on Blaine's waist. He ordered a double shot when he saw Blaine put his hand on the guys shoulder and push his body closer.
Kurt downed the shot thinking about how that should be him on the dance floor with Blaine. It should be him wrapping his arms around his waist and holding him close, not this stranger who had no clue the prize he now had his hands all over. Kurt tried to avert his gaze, watching Blaine with someone else was too painful even if it was completely and totally his fault.

Blaine was kind of glad Austin didn't even pretend to play the role of gentleman and instead just wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist in a way that gave Blaine the hint he wasn't really interested in dancing more than he was interested in dancing *with* Blaine. He tried to let his body relax, let himself just give in to Austin's movements against and with him and soon enough found himself responding naturally. The loud music, heated bodies all around them and the slight buzz he was feeling all over his body were almost enough to make Blaine forget Kurt was probably standing ten feet away from him, his precious boyfriend by his side giving him heart eyes for everybody to see, touching him places Blaine didn't even want to think about. He shook his head at his own thoughts and slid in closer slotting one leg neatly between Austin's own so that they were moving with each other fused together.

It was pure torture watching a complete stranger press his body against Blaine's, watching him move his hands way past what anyone would consider his hips but what was worse than all of that was the fact that Blaine was letting it happen. Because Kurt couldn't let Michael go when he should have this other guy had his hips pressed against hips that should only be allowed to be touched by Kurt, he was whispering in an ear that should only be reserved for Kurt's secrets, he was placing kisses on a neck that should only be marked by Kurt. He fucked up, Blaine was supposed to be his and he fucked it all up.

Kurt clenched his fists when he saw the smug look this guy was sending over to his friends over Blaine's shoulder, like he had just landed exactly what he came there for. Kurt felt himself get hot when he watched the guy wink at his friend as he grazed the top of Blaine's ass with his tiny hand. That was the last straw, Kurt couldn't watch this anymore. At that moment when he slammed his drink down on the bar and started to make his way on to the dance floor, he didn't care about Michael calling after him, or the questioning looks Bryce and Vivien were giving him all he cared about was getting this guy off of Blaine and showing him who he should belong to, now.

Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder gripping tightly and pulled it back to get some much needed space between Mr. no name and his Blaine which caused them both to stop dancing and look his way in surprise. He took that opportunity to trail his hand down Blaine's arm to his wrist while keeping intense eye contact with this guy who somehow hadn't yet got the hint that he wasn't welcome anymore. Kurt tugged on Blaine's wrist speaking to this other guy in an almost growl.

"You are done here. Okay? Go find someone else to be your conquest for the night because *he* isn't it."

The look of shock on his face as he pulled Blaine away was priceless and he winked back at him before pulling Blaine off the dance floor towards the ally door. Kurt pushed him against the door more forcefully than he had planned, keeping one hand on his hip, his adrenaline in control of his actions. The second his eyes found Blaine's the thumping in his chest got louder, the electricity between their bodies almost buzzing, the thing he was missing was finally standing in front of him. He just stood there with one hand that refused to leave his side, not knowing what to say so he just continued to stare into Blaine's beautiful honey colored eyes that were darkening by the second. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying to say something, anything.
"I couldn't take it anymore…"

Blaine could have done many things when Kurt came out of nowhere and yanked him out of Austin's arms without so much of an explanation. He could have taken his wrist back that Kurt was gripping for his dear life; he could've asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing, he could've told him to go back to his precious boyfriend because Blaine wasn't his to claim. But he did none of them. Not that he had any option in that. When you had one Kurt Hummel acting all possessive of you and being hot as fuck while doing that, you wouldn't do or say anything. You would just let him drag you away from the guy whose name didn't really matter much, push you against that old wooden door without any restraint and when he looked at you with those eyes that were completely blown out with what Blaine could only hope was want, you'd just look into those dark blues with equally dark eyes that were showing nothing but naked desire.
He bit his lip at the tone of Kurt's voice, that breathy whisper sending a whole new set of sparks crackling down to Blaine's spine and pulled him in closer, hips pressed against hips, fingernails digging into Kurt's skin through the thin layer of Kurt's shirt, eyes never leaving each other's and when he spoke, he could almost taste Kurt's breath in his own mouth.

"He's nothing."

Kurt brought one of his hands up to Blaine's face tracing his thumb across his lips not taking his eyes off Blaine's now blown out pupils. He pressed all his weight against Blaine as he pulled his hips close their breathing getting heavier but still staying in sync.

"I should be the one dancing with you like that, touching you like that, not him. Me."

Kurt let his eyes glance down to Blaine's lips and then a little further down to the perfect curve of his neck that glistened with sweat that just begged to be licked up. He looked back into Kurt's eyes for some kind of permission but all he saw was pure want and desire so he ghosted his lips across Blaine's before placing butterfly kisses down his neck until he heard Blaine try to stifle a moan. He knew then that he had found the spot, the perfect spot to mark Blaine as his.

Blaine's eyes fluttered closed the moment he felt Kurt's soft, full lips brushing against his, making him breathe faster immediately, his hand sliding under Kurt's shirt, fingers running across Kurt's smooth skin as he started mouthing over Blaine's neck.

When Kurt sucked gently at his neck for the first time Blaine couldn't help but arch up into it, unable to stop the tiny moan that escaped him, everything just feeling so good, not just being touched but giving himself up to the desire and not having to fight it anymore. He gasped loudly when Kurt tightened his arms around him, his free hand was tight in Kurt's hair, holding him in close as Kurt sucked and nibbled up and down the column of his throat. When Kurt groaned his approval at the sounds Blaine made, Blaine felt the vibrations against his Adam's apple and jerked his hips forward in response; Kurt pressed back almost immediately, the hard line of his erection pushing against Blaine's own which pulled another ragged gasp from Blaine.

"You. You can do anything you want to me."

His voice was nothing more than a breathy whisper in Kurt's ear as Kurt scrapped his teeth over what Blaine thought was possibly a new mark before sucking at it again.

Kurt pulled back breathing heavily admiring the bruise that was now forming on Blaine's beautiful neck. He pushed his hands up over his stomach, smiling at the familiar warm feeling he felt when his hands were on Blaine's tummy but then biting his lip as he traced along the outline of his abs and v-line. His hands eventually made it up Blaine's tight body and rested against the door on either side of Blaine's face, their lips only inches away.

"Blaine. There are so many things I want to do to you, with you. I want you so bad Blaine."

"Kurt."

Blaine half moaned half whispered against Kurt's lips, feeling heady with Kurt's words and swept in desire, he went up on his toes, his arm wrapped around Kurt's waist perfectly while his other hand held the back of Kurt's head.

"Kiss me."

Kurt stopped breathing the moment Blaine asked him to kiss him, the desire was just radiating off both of their bodies, some outside force pushing them closer and closer together. He let his eyes stray from Blaine's lips to his eyes, eyes that still burned with want but now with the hope and yearning, the same hope and passion Kurt had in his eyes.

All at once it hit him; the last puzzle piece came into full view. Blaine was what he had been dreaming of his whole life, he was the fantasy. The possibilities that existed with him were completely terrifying but also everything he ever wanted. Having him this close, asking him to kiss him was so wonderfully overwhelming. Almost everything about that moment was perfect, except the timing. Timing never seemed to be on their side. It took all the will power he could conjure to resist Blaine's dark red lips and he just hoped what he was about to do he wouldn't regret for the rest of his life. He took a quick step back from Blaine's warm body and spoke.

"Blaine... I... I can't do this."

Kurt left without glancing back at Blaine and walked at a fast pace, turning the corner back towards the bar in search of Michael. He found him at the corner of the bar draining his mojito no doubt complaining to the bartender. Kurt grabbed the empty drink from his hand, set it down firmly on the bar and looked at him seriously.

"Come on, we're leaving. I have to talk to you. Now."

Blaine was pretty sure he didn't hear Kurt quite right until he pulled away from Blaine's embrace abruptly, like it was no big deal that they were making love with their eyes just seconds ago, like it wasn't him telling Blaine how much he wanted him with both his words and his body. He swallowed thickly and threw a punch at the door hard, wincing in pain before opening it and waking out. If he hadn't been done before, Kurt just made sure he was now.