Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did Kurt and Blaine would have been together much sooner. I don't own the song L.O.V.E., Frank Sinatra does. I do however own Victoria Anderson/Walker, Ben Walker, Blaine's parents and little Anika :)
Kurt and Blaine needed more stories, here it is. :)
Dedicated to: my friend Rachel :)
IMPORTANT: So, yes I'm aware I've messed up the timing a bit. But I've planned it out so it all works out correctly. Do not worry. This is the beginning of senior year.
Kurt, Blaine for the rest
I was sitting on a stool in my room looking into my mirror attached to my dresser putting on my daily skin regimen as well as brushing my hair. Practicing my verses, humming and occasionally whistling with Pavoratti next to me, I felt confident. There was something about the beautiful yellow canary that made me feel so pumped up for the day.
He was my friend. Even though he was a bird he had managed to inspire me. He was so optimistic and had such a love for song. I was whistling along with Pavarotti enjoying his company. Before I knew it Pavoratti had stopped whistling.
"Pavoratti?" I asked aloud as I turned to face him.
When I did I saw him lying on the bottom of his cage not moving. I just sat there for a moment, staring. There was only one thing I saw fit to do. I had to sing for him and hold on his memory.
…
We were discussing choreography for Raise Your Glass waiting for Kurt when he pushed the door open with his face tear stained. He was wearing all black and looked as if he was about to cry at any moment. I looked up at him, wanting to just run up and hug him but I couldn't move, "Honey, what's wrong?"
He said through sniffles and a slightly nasally voice that I found very adorable, "It's Pavoratti. He's dead. I suspect a stroke."
"Oh. I'm so sorry."
"I know we're supposed to practice but I'd like to sing a song for Pavoratti today."
Wes, David and Thad nodded silently, all turning to look at me, smiling cheekily. They knew this would cause me to open up in school a bit about my relationship with Kurt. Wes and David particularly knew about most of Kurt's relationship and mine, as besides Kurt the two were my best friends.
I watched as Kurt pulled a tape out of his pocket passing it over to be put in the tape recorder. As it was he took in a deep breath, silently letting the beat fill up his body. I lifted my head up, recognizing the song almost immediately, softly mouthing to him, "Blackbird."
He just let out a small smile as he began to sing with that voice I loved so much. I started giving him a back beat, humming along with him, starting to feel at least a little bit of what he was. I knew it would never be the same because after all Kurt really did care about that bird. He always seemed to be in a good mood when Pavoratti was. It was heartbreaking for me to see Kurt like this.
I hated it. I hadn't seen it very often but when it did happen it wasn't pretty. Kurt looked adorable when he cried, but when he was honestly sad and couldn't handle pain I wasn't sure what to do. Since I never had a proper boyfriend, one that actually cared about me I couldn't do anything. I had no idea what it was like to console someone like that. All I could give were hugs and say soothing words but somehow I didn't think that'd be enough.
As he began to belt his heart out and let his soul into the song I couldn't help but look up and grin at how amazing his voice had sounded. Looking up at my boyfriend I realized that was it for me. I knew I was still in high school and I had my whole life ahead of me, but my heart was through. There was this saying that said, 'When you find your soul mate and your one true love your heart explodes.'
I felt it. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, but it felt so good. I didn't want this feeling to go away. I wanted to feel it forever, letting it fill me up and allow me to keep Kurt as mine, forever. He was mine, always and forever. And I wanted him to know; he had to know. I wanted him to know just how incredibly whipped I was.
His voice was breathtaking and that song, just beautiful. All I could think to do was look up at him sympathetically and stand up before walking over to him quickly and pulling him into a hug. Letting go slightly I gazed into his eyes, "I'm so sorry baby."
Pressing my lips against his, I gave him a soft kiss, "You're okay. It will be okay. I'm here if you need to talk."
Kurt smiled, "I know, I know. Thank you."
"Anytime sweetheart, anytime." I said fiddling with Kurt's hand, which was now interlaced with mine.
He looked into my eyes and just gave me an innocent smile, "Thank you."
I just smiled, "I love you Kurt, always and forever."
"I love you Blaine, forever and always."
"Thank you Blaine for finally publicizing that. It's about damned time." Wes stated smiling.
"So it's official then? Kurt and Blaine are officially a couple again then?" Nick asked.
"Yes, we really are." I said.
"I'll stay away." Nick stated holding his head low.
…
"What's that?" I asked Kurt as I walked into one of the many study rooms.
"I'm decorating Pavoratti's casket."
"Well finish up, I want to practice." I said winking.
Kurt looked up at me, "We could practice now, and besides I'm getting a little tired of gluing sequins."
I just laughed as I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the couch. Yanking him lightly onto my lap I wrapped my arms around his waist as I leaned in to nuzzle his neck. Kissing my way up to his ear I found his earlobe, sucking on it gently. I knew this drove him mad and really turned him on which was precisely why I did it in the first place.
As I liked and sucked his earlobe I could feel his body shifting on top of mine. He reached for one of my hands and placed it on the bulge in his pants. I moved my hand up and down varying my pressure and speed. Underneath my hand I could feel him hardening quickly just as this was turning him on. I was sure he could feel the erection in my pants underneath his ass.
He slid backwards off me so he was lying on the couch. I took this as a chance to climb on top of him, pressing my hard cock onto his only making me want him even more. Leaning down I pressed my lips to his fiercely sliding my tongue in without asking. He responded positively as he tangled his tongue with mine. I could feel his hands glide their way to my ass squeezing it tightly as our tongues danced with each other's.
I slid my hand down his body to his erection. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper I placed my hands in his boxer briefs, holding his hard cock in my hand as I kept the kiss passionate. As my hand moved up and down his shaft I could hear him moan softly. Holding on tighter I moved my hand up and down faster only to receive louder and raspier moans from him.
His voice was raspy and far too sexy for me to handle, "Blaaine, mmmm, we're ohhhhh that feels good, we're in school remember?"
"So? It's not like we haven't done this in school before."
"The doors weren't open."
I looked down at him and just giggled, "Do you want me to close the door?"
Kurt just nodded, "Quickly baby, quickly."
Climbing off him I rushed over to the door, shutting it and locking it. Dashing back to him, I climbed back on top and looked down at him, "You do realize school is still going on right? If we get caught it's on your head."
"You're just gonna have to keep me quiet then."
I just smirked as I slid my hand back down to his member, pulling his boxers down, teasingly before I took his cock in my hand running my hand up and down. Silencing his moans with a passionate kiss I moved my hand faster. But as I did his moans were louder and raspier. I chuckled, taking my hand off his cock and placing my other hand over his mouth.
Unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my knees, I pulled my boxers along with them. I licked my hand a few times before I ran it up and down my cock, trying to wet it at least a little bit. I was too excited to fuck Kurt during school hours to bother to look for lube in my backpack. Sliding my cock into his ass I moaned as I tightened my hands grip on his mouth.
As I began to moan he reached up and placed his hand over my mouth, silencing me. Thrusting into him, harder and faster we both moaned in unison trying to silence each other with our hands. I could feel my cock pulsating inside of him, growing harder and harder by the second as my thrusts became harder. Hearing my balls hit his ass, only turned me on even more.
I tried mumbling beneath Kurt's hand but it didn't come out as anything. As I spilt out of my cock, filling him up, warming up his ass even more. When I pulled out and rested it on top of his the both of us just breathed deeply beneath each other's hands trying to calm down. As I could feel Kurt's hand slowly slide off me I just looked down at him, "That didn't last as long as I had wanted it to."
Kurt just chuckled, "Well we were trying to be quiet. I think it's not as fun."
"Oh it was fun, I was just afraid someone would come in."
Kurt giggled once again, "As much as I love you and the way you can pleasure me with your hands, your mouth and that delicious cock of yours, we really should practice. Regionals is in a week."
I just sighed as I pulled my boxers and pants back up, "You're right. The lyrics and sheet music are on the table. Grab them please."
Kurt stood up, zipping and buttoning his pants before grabbing the sheets and sitting next to me. He handed me the sheet music, "You're better at this stuff than me."
"You trust me to tell you the right way to sing it?"
"Yes. Because if you don't then you could mess up the song."
"Well what if I want to change the way the notes play out?"
"I trust you'd make it sound good."
"Oh. Okay."
"Blaine, what's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're acting strange today."
"I'm fine Kurt."
The truth was that I wasn't fine. My father's mother was in town for some bizarre reason I didn't know of. She had just shown up out of nowhere. She was worse than he was and she didn't even know I was gay. No one in my family had had the courage to tell her. I had made plans to have Kurt come meet my father the weekend after Regionals, since it was a long weekend as we were getting both Monday and Friday off.
My father had actually agreed to meet Kurt properly after our talk on the day of my mother's funeral. It meant so much to me to have him actually seem like he was interested in what my life was really like. But after he had called me last night and told me the news I had been upset and couldn't tell Kurt. I had tried to be as much like myself as possible but I was starting to snap.
"Blaine, honey, please tell me what's wrong."
"Remember when I called you yesterday after practice and asked you if you were free the long weekend after Regionals so you could come and meet my dad properly?"
"Yeah, it was pretty hard for me to convince my dad to let me after he heard what had happened."
"What do you mean after he heard? You didn't tell him did you? Please tell me you didn't." I felt like I was yelling at him.
"I did. I tell my dad a lot about our relationship, and me except you know the sex stuff. The other stuff is important to me that he knows that kind of stuff."
"Kurt! That's my private life okay? You don't go around telling people that stuff!"
"I was protecting you Blaine."
"How is that protecting me?" I asked defensively; I didn't want to get him caught up in this.
"If something happens to you at least there's other people that know and can help you."
I sighed and looked up at my perfect boyfriend, "I was going to say that you just shouldn't come that weekend but now I really think you should."
"Why were you gonna say I shouldn't come?"
"Well my grandmother on my dad's side is here. And well she's worse than my dad. In fact she doesn't even know that I'm gay. No one had the courage to tell her, she'd probably wind up hurting me more than my dad ever could. And so when my dad called me last night, he told me she was here, and I burst into tears."
"Oh honey, why didn't you tell me earlier? You know I'm always here for you."
"I don't know. I guess I didn't want you to think I was a baby. This is the third time since we've been together that I've let you seen me cry."
"There's nothing wrong that. It shows you're comfortable around me. That's good in a relationship."
I sighed and reached for Kurt's hand, holding onto it tightly, "Will you? Will you come the weekend after Regionals? I really want your help explaining to my grandmother that I am actually gay and she can stop trying to hook me up with random girls."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. She won't believe me if I don't prove it to her and besides I still want to spend that weekend with you."
"Blaine, I don't know."
"Baby, please." I pleaded giving him the puppy dog eyes.
"It's just that if something goes wrong I probably won't be allowed back at your house."
"I won't let anything bad happen to you. You know that."
He leaned in, smiling at me. I felt his hand run along my jaw gently, as he just took a moment to look into my eyes and just stare, "I love you Blaine Anderson and I always will. Nothing you or anyone else can say or do will change that."
"What would I be without you, you beautiful angel?"
"You'd probably be a hobo on the side of the road yearning for someone to love you and hold you and tell you just how beautiful you are."
I couldn't say anything. Instead I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips against his. As I gently kissed him, I pulled him close to me, holding on tightly as if I was going to lose him in the next five minutes. When I pulled away and looked into his eyes, I just grinned giving him one of those killer smiles he loved so much.
Shifting my body, I linked my hand with his as I grabbed the sheet music that had been pushed to the ground, "We really should practice sweetheart."
Kurt giggled, "I know. I can't imagine what we'd say if someone asked if we'd rehearsed."
"Wes and David would probably high five and be exchanging money with Thad or something."
"What?" He asked confused.
I laughed, "Ever since I kissed you the first time, they've been betting on our love life. They've been betting on things we'd do and Thad has lost about 100 bucks in the last year, it's kind of sad actually."
Kurt laughed with me for a good few minutes before we seriously turned to the music, no seriously, we spent the next hour rehearsing. Seriously, rehearsing.
…
"I can't do this Blaine!" Kurt stated as we stood backstage.
"Yes, you can Kurt, and do you want to know why?"
"Why?" He asked fiddling with his hands.
I took his hands in mine, holding them tightly, "This song proves just how beautiful our love is. It shows the world everything we stand for. Every word in this song shows exactly how I feel about you."
"Maybe it's true that I can't live without you."
Smiling softly at him, I knew I had him. Leaning forwards I pressed my lips against his for a soft kiss, "Show me it's true. Go out there and prove to the world that we can make it together."
I squeezed Kurt's hand before walking out onto the stage, leaving him just standing there. As I heard the announcer announce us I turned to face Kurt who was breathing in deeply. Mouthing to him, I sent him a killer smile, "I love you."
As the other Warblers began the beat I grinned as I watched Kurt step down from the step, starting the song.
Kurt:
I remember what you wore on our first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
You know this could be something
'Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing
He turned his head looking at me, with that beautiful smile and those eyes that always made me melt. As I could see him sing the words, I knew he meant every single one and here he was proving to the world that he did think we could make it.
Kurt and Blaine:
So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time, to figure out the rest in my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two, is better than one
I couldn't ever live without him. I know that now. Every time I look at him I know everything will be okay. He'll always be there for me and always help me with any problem I have in life. He is my other half.
Blaine:
I remember every look upon your face,
The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste
You make it hard for breathing
'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
And finally now, believing
Yes, he does make it hard for me to breathe. When I look at him, my whole world stops. My life makes sense. He's my savior, my soul, my heart. Whenever he's around, nothing else matters because I know, I know deep down in my heart that everything will be okay.
Kurt and Blaine:
And maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
Well maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one
I can't. I just can't live without him.
Blaine:
Yeah, yeah
Kurt:
I remember what you wore on our first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
Kurt and Blaine:
Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
Maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking
Blaine:
Oooh I can't live without you
'Cause baby two is better than one
There's so much time, to figure out the rest in my life
And I've figured out with all that's said and done
Two, is better than one
Kurt and Blaine:
Two is better than one.
As the song finished I just looked over at him, grinning from ear to ear. We did it. Looking over at the crowd in front of us, they were all standing up and cheering, allowing us to see that they did indeed believe us. We showed them just how strong we could be together. It doesn't matter that we're gay; it shouldn't ever matter. We're in love, and you can't help whom you love.
Walking quickly behind Kurt I brought him to the front and grinned as I walked backwards clapping for him, showing the world that yes, that was my boyfriend and I was damn proud of that fact. As I watched him bow I bit my lip, watching his ass the whole time. Winking at him as the lights went off for a moment we set up for Raise Your Glass.
As the Warblers and I danced across the stage, I couldn't stop myself from every few times we walked backwards across the stage to take a look at Kurt's ass. It was just so sexy, and in those pants, I thought I wouldn't be able to handle myself. But I knew that after the performance was over, I'd get him as much as I had wanted to. As I let myself get more and more into the song, I saw he did too.
This song was kicking ass. We had the crowd on their feet, jumping up and down with us. This was a good sign. I knew we had the crowd's vote, well at least I had hoped we did. As I began to end the song, pumping the crowd up one more time, jumping around like an idiot I heard a scream that sound that I knew to be Rachel, screaming her head off for us.
I knew I had succeeded and I knew that we had done well. We had raised their glass, as lame as that sounded, I knew we had achieved our goal. When we stopped we all bowed and grinned before rushing towards each other in a big group hug. I pulled Kurt close to me hugging him tightly, "We did it baby."
Just grinning Kurt hugged me tighter as we all bounced off to the side of the stage waiting for the results. Anxiously I stood behind Kurt keeping one hand on his waist, out of the crowd's view, just in case, holding onto him tightly for support. He was nervous, shifting his body weight back and forth and clasping his hands together. Tightening my grip on his side I could feel his body calm down as the winner was announced.
"Let's just see who won. The New Directions!"
I watched Kurt's friends cheer as he just looked over at me with a saddened expression on his face. I sighed and tried to tell him with just a look that everything was okay.
…
We were standing outside burying Pavoratti's casket when I looked over at Kurt and noticed how sad he was, "I'm so sorry Kurt. I know this is really upsetting for you. It reminds you of your mother's funeral doesn't it?"
"The casket was bigger, but yes. It's not just that. Honestly I'm just upset we lost at Regionals."
"We'll still get to perform. We do nursing home shows all the time. And do you know how many Gaps there are in Ohio? Tons."
"Yeah, I just really really wanted to win."
"You did win. So did I. We got to prove to the world just how strong our love is. That beats a lousy trophy don't you think?"
He just sent me an adorable grin as he reached down and linked his hand with mine as we walked back into the school.
Don't you just want to hug Kurt and Blaine? :)
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