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So, I didn't post this chapter right away because I wasn't too sure about it, but I've re-read it and I'm pretty happy with it. It's the longest one by far and contains way too much sickeningly sweet Klaine but like you care.
If your teeth do rot, I'm not paying your dentist bill, you've been warned. I really hope you like this chapter and I'd adore your reviews on it. Enjoy!
Chapter 20- Perfect
"David, am I a bad person?"
David looked up from his laptop and turned to his roommate. "What gave you that idea, Wes?"
"Well, it's just…I was only trying to help Kurt and Blaine get their acts together and Blaine even ended up getting hurt. I've been yelled at for it and I honestly wasn't intending to ruin it for them. I just keep thinking that I've screwed up." Wes said quietly.
He'd been thinking about it for a while now, but it was starting to get him down. He knew deep down that no one was really angry at him; he'd just started to get himself worked up about it. Maybe he could be a little too crazy sometimes. Who better than his heterosexual life partner to reassure him?
"Well, you're forgetting, basically all of the Warblers were involved in the plan. It was also Thad and Trent responsible for losing the key. If you've screwed up, then so have the rest of us. The Warblers aren't bad people." David always had an answer for everything involving his best friend.
"I guess. I just think I should be a little more responsible sometimes." Wes admitted.
"Maybe we all could, but I don't care, we're just having fun. Don't go all grown up on me now." David warned, and Wes laughed. "I'm sure it'll all work out in the end anyway."
"Yeah, thanks."
"So, now for the serious subject. This could be a life changing decision, and I want you to consider it very carefully…Do you want a Red Vine?" The serious look on David's face was hilarious.
"Like I was going to say no."
-The Chains That Keep Us Together-
Jeff was sat at the desk in his and Nick's room trying to get an essay done early. It was driving him insane. The words on the page kept getting blurry and he had to keep shaking his head to make sense of them again. He couldn't help it, he was tired. Just as he was about to slump and admit defeat he felt the back of his chair tip back and suddenly his feet weren't on the floor anymore. He let out an undignified squeak.
"Hi." Jeff looked back to see the smiling face of his boyfriend. He hadn't even heard him walk in.
"Can you put me down now?" Jeff asked, it was quite scary tipped backwards like that.
"Why? Don't you trust me?" Nick was still smiling.
"Of course I do but that doesn't mean it isn't scaryyy…" Jeff's last word stretched out as Nick pressed further down on the chair and he went further back.
"Still don't trust me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Please stop doing that."
"Okay." Nick replied cheerfully. Jeff was just about to say thanks when Nick let go of the chair completely and he tipped back. Jeff shrieked an incredibly girly shriek and closed his eyes as he braced himself to hit the floor. But he never did.
He opened his eyes to find himself a couple of inches from the floor, Nick having saved him at the last moment with his foot. His boyfriend was grinning widely and seemed very proud of himself for what he'd done. He brought the chair back to stand on all four legs and Jeff was sitting stunned and shaken. Nick turned his boyfriend's chair and knelt down to his level.
"You looked like you needed something to take your mind off that essay." Nick explained. "And I'd never hurt you, just so you know." Jeff had thought for a split second when Nick let go that he was going to hit the floor.
"You're amazing." Sure enough, Jeff was now terrified, but he'd completely forgotten about the essay already.
"Well, I try."
-The Chains That Keep Us Together-
And now we get to the people you really wanted to hear about; Kurt and Blaine. From one adorable gay pair to the next…
"Blaine, of course he wouldn't." Kurt laughed.
"But Kurt, he's a mechanic. He could crush me under a car!"
"Well, yeah he could…"
"Wow, thanks, I feel so much better now."
"But he wouldn't do that because he'd go to prison, I'd never speak to him again, and that's insane!"
"But is it though? Is it really?"
"Blaine, why do you think my dad is some kind of murderer?" Kurt looked amused.
"I don't think he is, Kurt. I'm just saying, if he found out about this, he'd kill me!" Blaine was kind of hysterical. All Kurt had said was that his dad would probably be able to get rid of their handcuffs- he could cut them off or something, who knows, maybe he was an expert at picking locks. However then Blaine had started thinking about what he'd use to do that and release them, and then which items were potentially a hazard to his health, and somewhere in his messed up mind, he'd gotten this idea and here they were.
"Blaine, it was a suggestion. I just thought you might want to get rid of these handcuffs soon."
"But I like the handcuffs, I like spending time with you." He looked adorable when he said that and Kurt just wanted to- Kurt, stop.
"As flattering as that is, you get to do that anyway. Do you really want to live in one shirt for the rest of your life?" Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine considering this.
"It would make a great story but Kurt you're making me go off subject. Your dad-"
"Is not going to hurt you. You mean too much to me for me to let him touch you. Trust me." Kurt held eye contact with Blaine.
"Fine." But Kurt still heard the muttering that Blaine said under his breath. "Blaine, for goodness sake, garages don't even have car crushers."
"You don't know! Your dad could know people that know people that arrange that kind of thing. He could know assassins and they'll come after me and I'll get shot and-" Blaine stopped when he saw the look on Kurt's face and he actually heard what he was saying. "Yeah, I guess that does sound pretty unrealistic."
"Blaine, my dad isn't out to kill you. If it means that much to you, I won't ask him. But if he ever does ask me about this I'm not going to lie to him."
"Because people always ask their children if they've been handcuffed to anyone recently. That's such a normal situation."
Kurt eyed him up strangely.
"Since when have you been sarcastic?"
"Since you." Blaine answered on reflex. There was a short silence before Blaine said: "But what about Finn. Doesn't he have a weird tall person way of torturing me?"
Kurt was about to scream in frustration when he thought up a clever comeback. "Yes Blaine. What he does is stand next to you and point out how much of a hobbit you are."
"Hey! I'm like too inches shorter than you! That's hardly a hobbit!" Blaine defended. "That was low making a joke about my height."
"Exactly, low." Blaine playfully hit him on the arm. "Ow! Abuse." Kurt did a mock hurt look and then gave puppy eyes.
"Since when have you done puppy eyes?"
"Since you."
-The Chains That Keep Us Together-
"Kurt, what exactly are we doing?"
"Nothing."
"Kurt, honey, if we were doing nothing, we wouldn't even be breathing." Blaine pointed out absentmindedly.
"No need to be snarky…Did you just call me honey?" Blaine paled slightly.
"…No. Maybe…"
"Besides, honey, not-breathing is still classed as doing something. You can just never be doing nothing." Kurt saved Blaine the embarrassment of explaining why the word honey had just slipped out of his mouth.
"Can you just tell me where we're going?"
"Sure I can." Blaine waited for an explanation but it never came.
"So…"
"Just because I can doesn't mean I want to."
"Please?"
"No."
Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Sure."
"Really?" Blaine's eyes lit up.
"No." Kurt deflated Blaine's hope.
"Kurtie! You can't do that. It isn't fair." Kurt raised an eyebrow at the nickname but chose not to say anything about it.
"Blaine, we're here now anyway." Blaine stopped whining and looked around, he was pleasantly disappointed.
"Outside? Really? I was expecting somewhere a little more exciting." Suddenly Blaine's eyes widened. "It'll be getting dark soon. Is this where the assassins find me? Did you help to arrange this? If you're responsible for my death, you can't have any of my stuff. I can't believe you'd help to arrange my murder!"
"Blaine, calm down. I thought we could watch the sunset." Kurt told him.
"Oh…why?" There was an edge of suspicion to his voice.
"For this exact reason. You need to stop freaking out about assassins and being murdered. Plus I always wanted to do this."
"You want to watch the sunset with me? Isn't that a bit..." Blaine considered his choice of words, romantic was definitely not the right choice. "Weird?"
"Please Blaine? Embrace your inner gay."
"Did you really just say that?" He had to stop himself from laughing.
"I can't believe I said that either. Just forget I said that. Erase it from your memory."
"But it would make good blackmail."
"You're supposed to be a dapper gentleman, Blaine. They don't resort to blackmail."
"Well maybe I want to break the stereotype."
-The Chains That Keep Us Together-
"So how long is this supposed to take exactly?" Kurt asked. They'd been sat outside for a while now and while talking to each other wasn't boring, they may as well have been talking inside. It was getting colder and their shirts were only thin.
They didn't know if they'd even be able to see the sunset properly. Usually the glare of unnatural lights would mean that it wasn't clear and most people never even noticed the sun setting. Still, there was no harm in trying.
"I don't know. You're the one who wanted to be out here." He turned and looked at his friend. He was shivering slightly. "You're cold?"
"A little." Without another thought Blaine hugged him. Kurt melted a little into his arms and sighed happily. "How are you so warm?"
"I'm always warm." Blaine said casually. "I think it's a curse."
"How so?" Blaine almost shivered as Kurt breathed on his neck.
"Well, it's great in winter and when it's cold and stuff, but on those days in summer where it's so hot that all you want to do is sit in the freezer and do nothing, that's when it's bad. Nothing I can do on those days helps. It's torture. But it was quite funny when I walked into Dalton one weekend in winter with just a shirt and jeans. Wes and David were wearing thick jumpers and shivering. I like cold weather though."
"I like cold weather because I get to wear scarves." Kurt inputted.
"Kurt, I'm pretty sure the weather doesn't stop you from wearing whatever you want."
"True."
The conversations carried on for a little while and soon the sun was about to set so they settled into a comfortable silence. That's when Blaine started to think, really think.
He started off thinking about what Mercedes had said. He knew that she wasn't the type to lie and that if anyone would know about that kind of thing, she would. She had no reason to lie to Blaine, especially about something as serious as that. But he was scared. He'd never had these kinds of feelings about anyone before, and it terrified him. It wasn't about whether Kurt recuperated them, which he really hoped he did.
At first, Blaine saw himself as a mentor to Kurt, the last thing he'd needed was a boyfriend, but now he saw that Kurt didn't need a mentor anymore. He'd taken so long to realise his feelings because he'd convinced himself that he shouldn't have them. But now it was only his fear holding him back from probably the best thing of his life.
Kurt was amazing, he was a really good friend and he was the best person to be around. Blaine got to be himself around him, and he didn't want to lose that.
Blaine had never had a boyfriend. Hell, he'd never even truly liked someone before Kurt. That thing with Jeremiah was a joke and the very memory made him shudder. Blaine was pretty sure he just wanted someone on Valentines and went for the first thing that he thought he'd have a chance with.
That hurt look of Kurt's had killed him that day. But he still didn't say anything- why? Because he could be an idiot at times. But sometimes, when you bury something away for so long, you forget about it. He'd tried so hard to hide his feelings that he didn't even believe that they existed.
He wasn't sure exactly on how strong his feelings were, but he wouldn't kid himself anymore. He was pretty sure that it was love, but the thought still scared him. He at least was starting to love Kurt, but the thought of making himself so vulnerable to expose his heart to someone was…he didn't want to think about it.
And now, the amazing guy that he'd come to love so much was in his arms. It felt so natural. He loved waking up next to him and even though being chained to a person came with a lot of awkward moments, the upside was that they spent all their time together. Blaine kind of thrived off physical affection; he was obsessed with cuddles.
The last few days had been a real eye-opener for Blaine. He'd seen why he cared for Kurt so much and had come to the realisation that he would never be bored of him. They may have had a few silences but they never ran out of things to say to each other.
"Oh, wow!" Kurt suddenly sat up straight and looked ahead. Blaine let his arms drop and realised that he'd been staring at Kurt for what would have been an embarrassingly long time if anyone noticed.
Blaine looked at Kurt again- just looked, he didn't stare this time- and followed his eye contact to see that the sun was setting. It was indescribable to anyone that had never seen the sun set. It just seemed like an experience you'd have to have at least once in your life. The sky was a swirl of reds, pinks, oranges and yellows and it looked just like something you'd see in a picture.
"I didn't think it would be like this." Kurt admitted just as enthusiastically.
"Me neither." Blaine said, but he turned away to watch the boy next to him again.
Kurt looked beautiful, not that he didn't always look beautiful, but the light caused by the situation lit the scene up in such a way that Kurt looked absolutely stunning. The colours reflected into his eyes and his whole face was lit up, whether by the sight or by the reflecting he couldn't tell. And suddenly Blaine just thought oh, there you are, I've been looking for you forever.
"It's beautiful." Kurt sighed, leaning against Blaine's shoulder.
"Yeah, it is." Blaine all but breathed. He wasn't looking at the sunset, he was looking at Kurt. Hearing the intensity in his voice Kurt lifted his head, a little startled and saw the look in his eyes. He almost stopped breathing. But suddenly nothing mattered anymore because Blaine was leaning in and nothing mattered anymore but the two of them.
When their lips met they forgot about the handcuffs and the Warblers and all the stupid stuff about assassins and frankly, Blaine couldn't even remember his name for a moment because it was just the feeling that Kurt was there. He wasn't even sure that this wasn't a dream but if it was then it was an amazing one and Blaine was going to take full advantage of it.
The kiss was slow and gentle yet it was so perfect. And then Kurt went to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck and they had to pull away because Blaine's arm was getting twisted backwards. He pulled back with a muted groan.
"Sorry." Kurt sighed; their first kiss had stopped because of the fact that they were wearing handcuffs. Yay…
"Not your fault." Blaine told him.
"This is really cliché isn't it?" Kurt suddenly noticed. "With the sunset,"
"I like to think that the handcuffs give it a unique twist, but yeah, it is."
"Oh God, it's like the Warblers had their own impact on our first kiss."
"Well they'll be proud of that. Except that they were partly responsible for its end as well so it's kinda messed up." Blaine pointed out.
"I really don't care." And Blaine didn't get the chance to respond because Kurt's lips were on his again and that's all that he cared about. He smiled into the kiss and this time they knew not to move their chained arms. It was only the need for oxygen that made them stop.
"So, are we together now?" Blaine asked nervously.
Kurt kissed him quickly on the lips. "Does that answer your question?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe you should show me again." Kurt rolled his eyes at the dorkiness of his boyfriend- it felt good to say that- and needless to say, they didn't go back inside for a while.
-The Chains That Keep Us Together-
When Klaine had finally decided to go inside- basically because it was too cold outside and it was getting dark- they walked back to Blaine's room holding hands. They'd just got in the room when Blaine spoke.
"This is weird, isn't it? If we weren't handcuffed together we'd go back to our own rooms and I'd be doing a victory dance or screaming into a pillow or doing something equally as embarrassing and likely to be in a film or something. Except I can't do that because you're right here and why are you letting me say all this? I didn't need to say that, did I?" Blaine attempted to put his head his in his hands.
"Hey, stop." Blaine hesitantly looked up. "I'd be doing exactly the same thing. You have no reason to be embarrassed around me."
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this."
"Well you've got plenty of time to. I don't plan on going anywhere."
That night, they were just about to sleep, yet again in each other's arms when Blaine whispered something.
"Hey Kurt, when we were doing the statistics, I think I counted wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"I said there were six falls, but there's seven. I fell for you."
Kurt grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled Blaine into one last kiss before they fell asleep. Just before they drifted into unconsciousness, Kurt whispered back.
"Eight."
What did you think? This isn't the last chapter obviously because they're still in handcuffs but there aren't many left now. Please review, I want to know if this was worth the wait.