Hey folks. Sorry it's been so long. I've been sick and weaning from a medicine that turns out to be killing me! Yep, you heard it. I had a theory about the disappearing stories… that they are taken off when they are updated. But as I looked for some of my favorites today, even some old ones are gone. Anyway. I'm hoping this chapter inspires me to get back into the story. Most of this story has been from Blaine's POV. There will be a small portion from Kurt's POV because Blaine won't be there and I need part of the story told from that POV.
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It was easier to get used to McKinley than Dalton. He may have adjusted well to Dalton when he'd originally attended, but after he left, the strict, pent up side of him had disappeared over time. Now he was almost able to enjoy school, though the work was highly annoying in its simplicity. He did the work as fast as he could most days, flying through it so he could always have time for Kurt. His plan to keep Kurt believing he was working hard so he would find time for his friends, was working fabulously. Kurt had just had a sleepover with Rachel and Mercedes. Blaine didn't understand the relationship with Rachel. He knew for a fact that Rachel ended up doing several things that would wreck any friendship they had in the future. It took everything in him to not tell her how he really feels. But at this time, the friendship was real and would stay real for another year or so.
Right now, Kurt and Blaine were looking over the songs on the album, "Rumours" for their glee assignment.
"What about 'Don't Stop'?" Kurt offered, laying on his stomach on Blaine's bed. Blaine thought he was adorable, laying there swinging his legs back and forth, chewing on the end of a pen.
Blaine almost agreed until he remembered someone else would sing that song for the assignment. Kurt had shared all the drama of that whole week. Blaine had loved hearing about it, it was like a real soap opera.
"What about something more romantic, seeing as how this will be our first duet in front of the club. I was thinking about 'You Making Loving Fun'," Blaine suggested.
"Oh, okay. Why do you think it has to be romantic just because it's our first duet," Kurt asked, sitting up and crossing his legs into some funky yoga move that would kill most mortals.
"I'm making a statement. I can't tattoo my name on your forehead or your adorable hiney. That one only because nobody would ever see it. I'm claiming you as mine, babe. It's just how it has to be," Blaine shrugged giving him a wink. He leaned across the bed, enjoying Kurt's smile before he covered those lips with his own. Gently, he pushed Kurt back onto the pillows and straddled his body. He stared into Kurt's gorgeous aqua eyes that were currently filled with peace, love, and a hint of lust. Blaine knew those eyes so well, he could tell Kurt's mood and even health, just by looking into those beautiful eyes. The long lashes surrounding his eyes fluttered for a moment and shut as Blaine kissed him gently on the lips, moving slowly and sweetly. Blaine let his tongue glide along Kurt's bottom lip, than the top.
"I love your lips, Kurt," Blaine whispered, taking another lick at them, nipping lightly on the bottom.
"My lips love you, too," Kurt said with a wink and a smile.
"Diva," Blaine said, not angry at all.
"Hobbit," Kurt returned.
These were their teasing insults. They'd both been called those names by other's who used them in anger and in attempts to belittle them. In a discussion some point along the way, Blaine and Kurt decided to take back the words and only use them in a teasing and loving manner.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair and brought him down for another kiss, this time nibbling along Blaine's lips. Leaning back, they gazed at each other's lips; red, shiny, and slightly puffy. Kurt's eyes became heavy lidded and were glazed over with pure lust.
"I need you, Blaine," he whispered, his cheeks flushed.
Blaine moaned and closed his eyes. There would be a point when he could no longer put aside Kurt's – and his – desire for sex. Kurt was pushing their physical relationship further and further. Blaine had no problem with sex, but he didn't have a clue when was still too soon to do it. Of course, he'd loop if it wasn't the right time, and well, damned if he didn't think that would make the perfect loop.
Finally, Blaine kissed his forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips again before sliding down Kurt's body. He undid the buttons on his shirt, taking the time to cover his chest with kisses and licks, down to his abdomen, flat and defined, muscled yet soft. When he reached the edge of his pants, Blaine quickly undid them and pulled them expertly off the slender man. The pants had gotten the best of Blaine many years ago in his Other life. Now, he'd surprised Kurt with his efficiency, saying it sometimes took him longer to take them off. Blaine had just blushed and muttered something about being good with small workings because he had small hands. Kurt had grinned and said they were big enough for him. And that rumor about foot and hand size being comparable to the size of other things? Kurt said it was absolutely untrue.
Blaine pushed Kurt's boxers and jeans down, exposing his stiff cock, leaking already from the tip.
"B, Blaine?" Kurt croaked.
"Yes, baby?" Blaine asked, lapping up the small puddle on the head.
"Can we, um, can we have sex? I love the blowjobs and fingering. It's been mind-blowing. I just, I can't stop thinking about having sex with you. Wondering how you would feel inside me," Kurt said boldly.
Blaine's eyes closed of their own volition. The pictures those words brought up made him instantly hard, instantly ready to do just what he asked.
"Soon, my love, okay? I can't wait, really. I just want to make sure it isn't on a school day or when we have other plans. I want to be able to dedicate hours to the joy and gift of us sharing our bodies with each other," Blaine said, sitting up and running a finger down the side of Kurt's face. Kurt snuggled his face into the movement, smiling.
"That sounds perfect. What if we just happened to have that kind of time available soon?" Kurt asked.
"We'll just have to see what happens, won't we," Blaine said, giving him a teasing kiss. He moved down his body again, happy to see he was still hard.
Within moments, Kurt was crying out, pulsing and shooting cum down Blaine's throat. He swallowed greedily, loving the taste and feel of Kurt in his mouth.
Sitting up after licking Kurt clean, he put him back in his pants. Looking at his boyfriend, he smiled. The boy was sprawled out, his head tipped back all the way back, his mouth open slightly. His hands were gripping the comforter, his knuckles white.
"I love the way you look when you've come undone. There is nothing more beautiful," Blaine said, adoring the relieved man in front of him.
"Does this mean I get to repay the favor?" Kurt asked, opening one eye lazily.
"Not right yet, love. We need to practice our song once we pick it," Blaine said, softly smiling.
"We're going to sing 'You Make Loving Fun', you start with the first verse, I'll do the second verse, et cetera," Kurt muttered. "There, now take your pants off."
Blaine laughed. Kurt was still very much in the after-glow of his orgasm and in no mood for work of any kind.
"I'll play it on the guitar and sing the first verse. Then you can join me," Blaine said, nudging Kurt. He slid off the bed and got his guitar next to the dresser. This guitar was his best friend, other than Kurt. He remembered days of doing backyard concerts with friends. He'd wear his favorite pink sunglasses that his mother had since thrown out as being too immature. The funky shoes, the flannel shirts, the jeans. Everything he was lectured to change after he'd started Dalton. And even after he and Kurt were married, he still never returned to that Blaine. He was a new mixture. Depending on how long he stayed on this path, he may just find that old Blaine once more. It wasn't something he hoped for as he still missed Older Kurt, but in a way, it just didn't seem so bad anymore.
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"So, Kurt, Blaine, you guys have a song prepared for the lesson?" Mr. Schue said, waving them up to the center of the room.
Blaine had brought his guitar and now began strumming. He began singing.
(Blaine)
Sweet wonderful you,
You make me happy with the things you do,
Oh, can it be so,
This feeling follows me wherever I go.
(Kurt)
I never did believe in miracles,
But I've a feeling it's time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I'm beginning to wonder why.
(Blaine)
I never did believe in miracles,
But I've a feeling it's time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I'm beginning to wonder why.
(Kurt)
Don't, don't break the spell,
It would be different and you know it will,
You, you make loving fun,
And I don't have to tell you that you're the only one.
(Both)
Oooh . . . you make loving fun. (It's all I wanna do.)
Oooh . . . you make loving fun. (It's all I wanna do.)
Oooh . . . you make loving fun. (It's all I wanna do.)
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That night they were relaxing, discussing the success of their duet. Kurt was still blushing prettily after Blaine's impromptu kiss after the song. The club had cheered them on, except for Finn, who put the only dark spot on a great day. He was still the only one who had problems with public gay-ness. Blaine had walked up on Finn getting on Kurt for it. Blaine hadn't been able to help shoving Finn and telling him to shove his homophobic ideas up his ass.
"If you don't like seeing what we do, don't fucking look at us. You are the only one with the problem here, Finn, have you noticed? Not one other person in that class has even the slightest issue with us being gay or us openly showing affection. The next time I decide to kiss my boyfriend or hold his hand or sing with him; keep your damn comments to yourself. Do you understand? You may be bigger than me, but I will take you down," Blaine snarled.
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"I'm sorry if running my mouth ruined your day," Blaine said quietly.
Kurt had his head in Blaine's lap and reached up to wrap one of his curls around his finger. Blaine was doing his hair like he always did in his Other life. One of the things that was similar to both lives. Except in the Other life, he'd relearned doing his hair late sophomore year instead of this time's junior year. Blaine loved having Kurt run his hands through his hair or tug on a curl as they kissed. In his Other life, Kurt would grab a handful of curls and tug during a rough sexual encounter and it made Blaine crazy with lust.
"I was so proud of you, Blaine. So proud you were mine. Nobody has ever wanted to stand up for me before except for my dad," Kurt said, smiling. "Finn may be my brother now, but he sure doesn't act like it most of the time."
The sound of the doorbell interrupted them and they got up, racing to the door, opening it laughing.
"Oh crap," came a quiet voice.
Blaine flicked on the porch light.
"Sam!" Kurt blurted out.
"Hey guys," Sam said, his face flaming red.
"I didn't know you had a job," Blaine said. "That's fantastic in this economy. Here, keep the change," Blaine said. He knew Sam was humiliated about being a pizza man; he remembered that much from Before. The change was only four dollars and some change, it was a good balance of a good tip and not too much so it looked like charity.
Sam's face evened out and a small smile came on his face. "Thanks, yeah, I was pretty grateful to get the job. It's helping my folks and my brother and sister out."
"What's going on, Sam?" Kurt asked, concerned. "Can you come in for a moment?"
"I'd better not. Look, um, I'd really rather keep this between us," Sam said, his blue eyes concerned.
"Of course!"Blaine and Kurt assured him.
Sam quickly explained the misfortune his family was enduring. Blaine and Kurt offered their help, but Sam just smiled and waved as he ran back to the small car in the driveway.
Blaine and Kurt went and returned to the couch, eating the pizza slowly.
"I can't believe he is practically homeless," Kurt said quietly.
"Living in a tiny one room hotel, with no belongings. I'm a lot smaller than him, but you two are about the same height. Do you have some things he might be able to wear? I can go down and get some kids clothes from the department store. Maybe I can pick some clothes for him, too. Would you like to do this with me? I'd need you to drop it all off since he's more comfortable with you," Blaine said.
Kurt's eyes watered. "I was already making plans in my mind to go through mine and Finn's closets. Yes, I'd love to do that. How about tomorrow after school?"
"Perfect," Blaine said.
They spent the rest of the night quiet and close together, realizing how good they each had it. Realizing that together, they'd never need anything else.
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The next afternoon they spent shopping at various stores, running up the credit card Blaine's parents had left him. Blaine figured it was the only good way to spend the money. His parents would freak out over having it used for something they would deem as charity. They got Sam clothes that they both deemed would fit him. Kurt only had a few things that the average guy would be okay with wearing. Kurt had too much fun buying little Stacey clothes while Blaine picked out some for Stevie.
They even spent a little time in the hygiene area picking up shampoos and conditioners that Kurt approved of. Toothbrushes, toilet paper, those kinds of things followed along. Just in case. They hadn't gotten a complete rundown from Sam of what they needed, but they figured better safe than sorry.
They packed it up in a large duffel bag that could be reused for other things. Loading up, Kurt was soon off to Sam's.
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Kurt drove, humming mindlessly to the music. He was so grateful to be able to do this for Sam. Ever since he'd joined Glee, Sam had been nothing but kind to him. During the duets assignment, even after being warned by Finn, Sam had still been willing to go along with it. Kurt had had a bit of a crush on the blonde with the big blue eyes. That was the point when Kurt knew he should release Sam from their duet. He liked him and couldn't risk Sam getting slushied and treated like crap just because he sang a song with Kurt. That was enough, apparently, to get anyone slushied according to Finn. He was still angry with his brother for that. Finn was still truly a homophobe, even if he covered it up well.
He pulled up to the motel Sam was staying at and checked the room number before heaving the large bag and grocery bags up to the door. Knocking quietly in case the little ones were asleep, he stood there, the bags sitting at his feet.
The door opened just as quietly, Sam standing there looking surprised. "Kurt? What are you doing here?"
"Well, you know how I love to shop," Kurt said, giving him a wink and pointing down at the ground.
Sam's eyes grew even wider. "Is all this?"
"For you? Of course it is, silly. Who else would it be for? Now come on, put those muscles to work and help me get this stuff in there. I assume the little ones are sleeping?" Kurt asked, picking up the smaller bag while Sam hefted the duffel onto his shoulder like it was nothing.
"They are," Sam said, his voice now a whisper. "Is it okay if I look at this stuff later?"
"Of course. Do you want me to leave or would you like to talk?" Kurt offered, sure he might need an ear after what he and his family had gone through.
"If you wanted to stay and chat, that would be great. There's a small porch out back. We can go there, if that's okay?"
"Lead the way," Kurt said, smiling.
They sat shoulder to shoulder on the tiny porch and Sam spilled how hard things have been. He'd had to pawn his guitar, which broke Kurt's heart. He knew how much Blaine loved his guitar and could only imagine what it must have done to Sam. All of this on top of trying to keep his status at school and keeping his grades up, all while having to be a parent to his siblings while his parents were out looking for work all day.
Sam broke down, crying softly. Kurt wrapped his arms around his friend, offering him comfort, trying to let him know he's not alone. After a few moments, Sam coughed and buried the weakness he thought he was showing. Kurt took his arms back and smiled as their eyes met.
"You are a gift to your family, Sam. Even if they can't see it right now because they are too buried in their own stress. At some point, they will tell you how much they appreciate all you have given up and all you are doing. I can see it now, being your friend. And I'm telling you, Sam Evans, that I appreciate you and I am proud of you," Kurt said softly.
"Thank you, Kurt," Sam said, his voice breaking. "Thank you for all the stuff and just listening. I, uh, appreciate it more than you know." Sam reached over for another hug and Kurt leaned in, whispering 'you're welcome' in his ear.
Kurt pulled away from the hug and gasped in surprise as Sam leaned in and kissed him, softly and gently. Kurt couldn't stop the sensations that ran through his body at the contact, shock keeping him still. Sam moved his lips over Kurt's, moaning softly.
The sound broke through the haze in Kurt's mind. He jumped up and after muttering "I've gotta go," he leapt off the porch and followed the line of rooms until there was a break between buildings. He continued around the building until he got to his car. Leaping in, he started the car and began driving back to Blaine's. Tears filled his eyes as he realized he'd cheated on Blaine. Blaine, who he loved. Blaine, who'd been his first kiss. Blaine, who had trusted Kurt to bring the stuff over to Sam because they were friends and Blaine hadn't wanted Sam to get any more uncomfortable than he would be already. He had froze when Sam kissed him and he'd liked it. He had enjoyed the feel of Sam's lips on his. They were soft lips and they'd molded to Kurt's, so different than Blaine's lips. Not good or bad, just different. Kurt was unsure what might have happened if Sam hadn't moaned and broken the freeze that had taken over Kurt's mind. Would he have continued kissing him? Would Kurt have tried to go further? Would Blaine ever forgive him for this? Tears continued down his face as he drove, guilt eating him alive.
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Blaine heard the doorbell, before he heard the banging on his door. Quickly running downstairs, he turned the hall light on and looked through the peephole. Seeing Kurt, he opened the door to let him in. Kurt hurried past him and stood in the living room. Blaine locked the door and turned to Kurt, feeling instant concern at the expression on his face and the evidence of crying for quite a while.
Rushing to him, Blaine took him in his arms, gasping when Kurt jerked back from him. "What is it, Kurt?"
"I cheated on you, Blaine," Kurt said, beginning to sob.
"What? What?"
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Seeing as how we all love a cliffhanger. That and I need to get this posted and get off to bed. Will write more tomorrow. Please comment here! Will leave notices that I posted this on Twitter and Tumblr. If you don't see the chapter on FF, it will be on LJ. Thanks all.