Porcelain and Warm Honey
A/N
Hello! Has it been long? Ugh, my life's too crazy for me too keep up anymore.. So anyway here's chapter 21, this time with a bit more angst than the last, or at least some building up to it (without spoiling too much).
You will see some French in this chapter as well, and despite how much I want to say that I did that all by myself, because I'm just that cool, I can't... I got help (is it called help when she really just translated the entire thing for me) by the lovely Inès.
I really hope you'll like this chapter, I sure did like writing it! The boys get more physical now as well, and I don't really like to write smut, so I've done the best that I could! So kinda warnings for that?
Thank you for all the support, I smile and say thank you every time I see another follower, favorite or even better review (as in seriously I smile down at my screen like an idiot and whisper 'thank you')
Very sorry for any mistakes that may occur.
Disclaimer: Not. Mine.
Chapter 21
"That's it fellow Warblers. I think we got ourselves a set list for nationals!" Wes said loudly and banged the table with his ridiculous gavel. All the Warblers cheered loudly, and Kurt felt his heart flutter with excitement, as he sat with Blaine and Nick on the sofa, both of them smiling excitedly as well.
From this Tuesday, the 13th of June, was there now exactly two weeks until the choir's departure to New York, and Kurt couldn't be more excited. He knew he had stuff to worry about – the surgery slash non-surgery, which wasn't even decided yet – but in that moment, he let himself forget and be exhilarated. He was going to New York, the place he, all his life, had dreamt of living, the place he for a very long time thought he'd never be able to even set his eyes on.
And on top of that, he was going with all his friends in The Warblers and Blaine. He simply could not believe it.
He then saw a hand being raised and he felt the usual bitterness in his mouth and felt the urge to roll his eyes.
"Wes," Sebastian said, "are you sure Blaine will be able to sing the lead all by himself on those songs? I mean it does take a very strong voice."
Kurt almost laughed when he saw that Wes' face was even more annoyed than his own. "Yes, Sebastian," he mocked, "those songs does, indeed, and exactly therefore have we chosen Blaine. His vocals are incredible, thank you very much."
Sebastian face read something of the like, 'why did I even try?'
"Actually, Wes," Blaine now stood and Kurt raised his eyebrows. "I wanted to talk to all of you about that." Kurt's eyes narrowed at the way Sebastian's face suddenly got hold of that awful smirk of his again, but Blaine didn't even look his way. "While I'm incredible grateful for all the attention I've gotten these years, I don't think I can carry everything on my own anymore. Not at nationals. And therefore I vote that one of the songs will be made a duet instead." The Warblers erupted in quiet murmuring and interested hums. "I'll be honored to sing the first, maybe with a bit of help, who knows," he said and looked to Kurt for a fleeting second, "but I think that we should hold open auditions for a duet with the second."
Wes didn't look pleased. "So, Blainers, you're suggesting that the second song will be made a duet between two people that are not you?" His voice didn't exactly invite Blaine to confirm.
"Look, from what I've heard and gathered from the New Directions, is that their strongest weapon is to feature them all. Show them all their talents. God knows we have a lot of them in here," he explained. Kurt nodded along, surprised albeit admiring of his boyfriend.
"I think you have a valid point, Blaine," David said and nodded, though Wes still looked doubtful. "All in favor for making the second song into a duet?"
All the hands in the room were raised and Wes caved in too. "Decided," he said and banged the gavel again. "Auditions will be held immediately since we now don't have much time." He looked half reproachfully at Blaine. "The firsts this Thursday, sign up first, of course." And with that practice ended.
"You are awesome Blaine!" Jeff said ever-excitedly as he approached Blaine, Kurt and Nick. "I've always wanted to sing a duet With Nicky!"
"Jeffrey, you need to stop calling me that, you remind me of my grandmother," Nick deadpanned and Kurt giggled beside them, "but I agree with Stupid that that was cool Blaine."
Blaine smiled as the four boys headed out from the choir room together. "I spoke with Mercedes the other day and I understood that the way the New Directions actually started to be better was when Rachel stopped thinking she was the only talent in there, and started letting the others shine," he said and took Kurt's hand, feeling the metal from Kurt's wrist against his skin, and smiled.
"Honey, you are much more likable than Rachel," Kurt said as Jeff nodded even though he'd never even met her. "And wait, did you actually talk to 'Cedes? Just because?"
"Well, yeah," Blaine said calmly, "I'm really starting to like her, you know." Kurt smiled widely.
"So, do you want to audition for that duet?" Blaine then asked, Nick and Jeff already gone to make out somewhere probably.
Kurt bit his lip and looked fairly uncertain. "Is-is it weird that I want it for Nick and Jeff more?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean, I want it, God knows I love to perform, but I don't know, I get to sing a little in that first song, since you insisted." Blaine smiled, satisfied with himself. "And Nick and Jeff both sing and dance amazingly, so they both deserve it, I think."
"You, Kurt Hummel, are a very good person," Blaine said and smiled fondly. "But you know, if you want it, we should have it. Unless you want to sing with Sebastian, of course." Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Seriously when will that kid just leave?" he asked annoyed. Blaine laughed. "But I think I'm okay. I think I've discovered performing really isn't my dream anymore. Designing is." He nodded determined while he spoke.
Blaine pulled him closer and nodded. "If that's what you want, love." He kissed his temple swiftly and Kurt smiled.
"Oh, by the way!" Blaine said, "Mercedes asked me to tell you yesterday… Rachel's having a party to celebrate the summer break or whatever in her basement this Friday and they both want us to come. I'm pretty sure Puck got her to do it. Something about writing songs… anyway, she didn't get the chance to tell you."
"This is kinda weird, having you tell me stuff from Mercedes," Kurt said amused, "you are aware that my birthday is the next day, though, right? So if there's alcohol, unless you want to be hung over in front of my dad, don't drink it."
Blaine just laughed and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Though, technically, we only have to eat dinner Saturday evening…"
"Do as you please, B, but I'm not drinking. I don't think it's good for me. Worse than for others, anyway."
Blaine shrugged and held him closer instinctively. "You know even though I'm not sure it's true, I get that. And you don't have to, love. And don't worry, I was only joking, I'll not touch that stuff. I happen to believe it's worse for me than for you." He grimaced at the thought.
Kurt smiled wryly, half curious and hugged him with one arm before letting go. "Well come on, I'm pretty sure we had a history test to prepare for, didn't we?" he asked and Blaine groaned and nodded but followed his boyfriend into his dorm where there luckily were no Nick or Jeff to be seen.
"So, what's this party we're going to?" Wes said the day after, sitting down at the table where Blaine, Kurt, Jeff and David were seated already.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "It's at Rachel's. And Wes, if it weren't for Mercedes' insisting on you morons coming, I'd have denied you access immediately, so do not get excited. I will have no craziness or breaking anything. That includes the law," he said seriously.
Kurt sniggered next to him, earning a glare from Blaine. "I think it'll be fine, B," he said and squeezed his thigh under the table.
"Who are you talking craziness and breaking, do you remember the seniors closing party?" Wes snorted. Blaine rolled his eyes and groaned at what he knew was coming.
"Now I'm intrigued?" Kurt said with a smirk, looking inquiring at Blaine. "I don't recall a senior party, honey?"
"Please don't!" Blaine moaned and hid his face in his hand. Kurt laughed and looked towards Wes.
"Well, Blainers here had very much fun, you can say that," Wes laughed and Jeff now giggled too, nodding along. "You see, Kurt, when Blainers gets drunk, he gets very brave, and very… loving, it's quite hilarious actually. Well, anyway, Blainers thought that, of course, he could, I quote: 'surf down the staircase'. When he inevitably fell, halfway down the stairs, he landed head first into a dresser holding this fancy vase. Why they had a fancy vase at party is still a mystery to all of us… anyway, Blainers did not only break his head, he broke the vase, too, which we found out later had cost about 10.000 dollars. That and he wailed the entire way to the hospital, saying he was sorry the vase now hurt."
Kurt dissolved into a fit of laughter, understanding Blaine's comment about alcohol not being good for him, while Blaine glared at Wes. He, Jeff and David laughed, too, still finding the story hilarious.
"His father was there, obviously and he went to hug him and said that he was sorry that the vase was in pain," David nodded and Kurt's eyes watered with laughter as Blaine just glared at him. "Mr. Anderson's face was priceless, I'm tellin' ya'!"
"Wait, so he broke a vase that cost ten grand?!" Kurt said still giggling uncontrollably.
"And earned himself five stitches in the forehead," Jeff nodded. "His dad obviously got a plastic surgeon to do it, or he'd still have a scar. It's still the most hilarious thing I've ever seen."
"How have I never heard of this!?" Kurt said somewhere between feigned anger and amusement, turning to his boyfriend.
"Because it'll not happen again, that's why," Blaine said coldly, still staring angrily at Wes, who sent him kissing faces at the moment.
"I'm not sure if I'm so getting you drunk, or I'm keeping you the hell away from everything that contains the slightest bit of alcohol," Kurt said.
"I definitely think you should get him drunk," Jeff contributed. "He always does something completely moronic and if you get that on tape you could use it for blackmail. Besides he's very honest and, sometimes completely adorable."
Kurt huffed and then started laughing again, when Nick sat down with them, looking inquiring at the boys.
"We told Kurt about the senior party incident," Jeff said with a wide smile, accepting the cheek kiss from his boyfriend.
Nick started laughing instantly, nodding. "That was good, good times."
"It will not happen again, okay?" Blaine said grumpily and rolled his eyes. "It wasn't even as bad as you made it out to be Wes."
"Did they tell you about the wailing because of the hurting vase?" Nick just asked, and Kurt nodded, unable to breathe properly now, because of the hysterical laughter. "Yeah, it was that bad, Blaine."
"Can we please talk about something else? For an example how you are meeting the New Directions this Friday?" Blaine asked sternly, trying his hardest to still look mad at Kurt when the boy still laughed and kissed his temple teasingly. "And since you all four are here now, I'll take the liberty to warn you all again. There will be no embarrassment. No telling old stories. No overly drunkenness, that makes all of you either very horny or exaggeratedly excited." His gaze locked on Jeff and Nick for a moment before moving on. "And no kissing on anyone that has not given you commission to. Or, really, strike that, no kissing at all. "He then looked to Wes and David who just smiled innocently. "Got it?"
"Honestly, B, they can do whatever. It's a party at Rachel's anyway. I doubt there's even gonna be liquor at all," Kurt teased, amused at his boyfriends' exaggeration.
"Wait, no liquor?" Wes asked horrified, "I thought you said 'party'?"
"You know what, Wes, I think Puck and you would make a good duo," Kurt said.
Wes shrugged and looked to Blaine. "But seriously, Blainers, you need to cool your jets. We'll be fine. People will love us! Just see how much Kurt loves us already? Right Kurt?"
Blaine snorted and Kurt laughed. "Right," he nodded. That was when Trent turned up beside him, smiling his shy smile. "Oh hey Trent!" Kurt said and stood quickly. "It's time for French. Mr. Williams is sick today, so we're off earlier. I'll probably be in the library and study. I'll see you guys." He kissed his boyfriend's lips sweetly, after giving him a stern glare that said 'don't you dare ditching just because I'm off earlier' to which Blaine just smiled innocently, before waving at the four other boys and following Trent.
While walking with Trent, Kurt felt something was off. The boy, who used to always be the most heartwarmingly sweet kid, now looked pale and tired.
"You okay, Trent?" Kurt asked. Now that he thought about it, he had nearly not spoken to the boy since he and Blaine had declared that they were a couple. "You look… tired?"
Trent shrugged and then nodded. "No, yeah, I'm fine, totally fine. I'm just a bit tired is all, you know? With Warblers and school and stuff," Trent said with a small.
Kurt just looked at him for a second, not believing him, but decided to let it go. After all, being tired of school in the middle of June was pretty common, right?
They rounded a corner and made it to class right when Mrs. Johnson arrived, smiling her stern, though somehow kind, smile. "Bonjour à vous, chers élèves," she said, "À partir de maintenant, cela sera du français uniquement s'il vous plaît!"
Kurt and Trent quickly sat down, Trent leading them to the back of the classroom, something Kurt found strange, since he and Trent always used to sit in the front. He shrugged it off, though and as ordered, his mind instantly switched from English to French. This was his safe place.
Beside him, Trent sat tensely. He quickly gazed over to look at Kurt, but the boy seemed fixated on his notes. He had hoped Kurt wouldn't follow him when he decided to sit in the back. The only reason he had actually picked Kurt up, was because he had promised him he would.
Since that Monday, that Monday weeks ago now, that Kurt and Blaine had told Thad and him they were a couple, his world seemed to crash. Of course he had seen it coming, of course, I mean, he had to. With those looks between the two of them, those looks Blaine had sent him, those looks he had dreamt of for so long. And they were fixated on Kurt. They always were. He didn't know what he had expected, he know he shouldn't have expected anything else than the two of them getting together… but, why? Why couldn't that be him? Why couldn't those looks for once be for him? Kurt got so many, couldn't he just give on of them to Trent? He doesn't love you fool! A voice said in his head, a voice he knew to be true. He would never love you!
But it was never him. It was never him that got who he wanted. How was that fair? A part of him wanted to rip Kurt apart, to tell him, "I fell in love with him first!" but the other part, the better part knew it wasn't Kurt's fault. It wasn't Kurt's fault that Blaine had never looked at him twice or spoken to him besides Warblers practice. It wasn't Kurt's fault that he was stupid and naïve to think Blaine would ever do either of those things. It wasn't Kurt's fault that ever since the first time Blaine had come into that choir room and opened his mouth and sung, about two years ago now, he had fallen irrevocably, stupidly in love with him.
It wasn't Kurt's fault that whenever they as much as looked at each other, or worse, kissed, Trent felt his insides clench in jealousy and… and rage. Rage and an intense urge to punch something – someone specifically – and then he felt immense guilt. Guilt because of course Kurt deserved this. Kurt, who was so strong and suffered from freaking cancer Trent, pull yourself together! Kurt, who was sweet and caring and always so helpful. Kurt, who was self-assured, but only when he ought to be. Kurt who was everything Trent wasn't.
When the bell rang, Trent almost didn't hear it. His gaze was fixated somewhere outside the window, his eyelids unconsciously half shut.
"Hey! Trent. You sure you're okay?" sounded a light voice. It was such a beautiful voice. God, Trent envied that voice. He shook his head jerkily and looked up at Kurt's piercing blue eyes. "I think you need to rest. You look really tired. Come on." The cyan-eyed boy held out a hand for him and he took it with a smile – at least he tried to smile.
"Thanks Kurt," he said with a small voice.
Kurt just smiled sympathetically at him as he led him out of the classroom.
"So you're really not going to tell me what's wrong, Trent?" he asked gently.
You being so freaking nice is wrong! He thought, and guilt overcame him but he couldn't stop. That he chose you is wrong! That of course he chose you… "I'm… really just tired from all the- the school stuff and everything. It's- it's nothing serious." And that was only partly a lie. It was nothing serious. Even though it tore him apart from the inside, it really was nothing serious.
Kurt nodded and smiled warmly. "Okay. But Trent of anything else is wrong, tell me. I want to help you. I know we haven't spoken too much these days, but I really care for you. I'm your friend, okay?" his voice was so warm and light and gentle. It was everything Trent's wasn't. How could he tell him that if he wanted to help him he had to stop being so perfect?
"Thank you, Kurt, but I don't think you could help me," he said quietly, "but I'll keep that in mind."
Kurt smiled and was about to answer, when two arms encircled his waist. Trent felt a nauseating clench in his chest as Blaine's face appeared behind Kurt's shoulder, kissing his cheek lovingly. "Hey, love," he whispered in a tone he probably thought no one but Kurt could hear. Then with a clearer tone, "Hi Trent!"
"Hey, B, Trent and I was just talking," Kurt said and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend, swiftly kissing his lips. He then turned his gaze towards Trent again, whose posture had gotten stiffer and paler. Kurt's brows furrowed with his affable, blue eyes genuine and warm on him. Burning warm. "Just know Trent, you can come to me. And Blaine," he made a head gesture to Blaine, who still had his arms around him. Blaine just smiled perkily when Kurt mentioned his name, nodding enthusiastically. "Sure thing, Trent." He then squeezed Kurt tighter and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder and Trent had to get away. He had to.
"Eh, thanks- guys, I- I need to go. Rest. I need to rest," his voice was unclear and weak as he hurried away, not looking up to see the two boys' faces. The two boys, one of whom, he so longed to be, and the other who he craved so intensely.
He walked away fast, not paying attention to his surroundings. Until he crashed into someone tall and hard, and then felt something hot and sticky drench his clothes and skin. He yelped and jumped away, feeling the burning on his chest as the hot coffee traveled from his now soaked uniform to his slowly wetter pants.
"I'm so sorry!" he heard a voice say and he felt hands on his arm. He looked up and saw Sebastian Smythe smiling up at him apologetically. "I should've watched where I walked! I'm sorry!"
Trent winced at the burning sensation but shook his head. "No, no it's fine… I'll just… go change," Trent said and turned around quickly. Before he could move, though, a strong hand, encircling itself around his arm, stopped him from going anywhere.
"Hey. Let me go with you. I'll buy you a coffee afterwards to apologize," Sebastian said with a warm, hopeful voice. "You seem very upset. We could talk or something?"
"It's-" Trent was about to say 'it's fine, you don't have to' but then stopped at the other boy's words. "Wait, when did you and I start to talk?"
Sebastian laughed a clear, musical laughter, squeezing Trent's arm before letting go. "Since I saw that you've seemed very sad lately. And no one seems to notice. I figured we could both need a friend. Whatta you say?"
Trent looked curiously at the tall, handsome boy, wondering if this was some kind of trap. He didn't know much about Sebastian, nothing else than he had a reputation, and not a good one. Then again, had anyone ever really talked to him? He felt the coffee dry on him, so he figured he could at least agree, just this once. "I-I think I would like that, then," he stammered and smiled an unsure smile, which Sebastian returned whole-heartedly.
"Great!" he said and followed Trent to their right where his dormitory was placed. At least it wasn't too far away. "So Trent, I really don't know much about you," Sebastian said, sounding cheerful and friendly.
"Well," Trent started hesitantly, "I'm not that interesting, really. I transferred here in my freshman year two years ago now, because I was bullied pretty badly at my old school. I-well, I didn't- fit in. I was gay, am gay, amongst other stuff…" he shrugged uncomfortably, as if to shrug it off, and continued, "so my father, who probably just wanted to get rid of me, sent me to Dalton. Both him and my mom are lawyers, so there was never much time for me, anyway."
Sebastian's brows furrowed in sympathy and he touched Trent's arm gently. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Trent."
Trent just shrugged again and tried to smile it away. "Yeah. It's fine. This- this is my room. It'll eh, not take too long, just wait here." He smiled awkwardly, and went inside, almost banging his head on the door. How was it exactly he just couldn't act normal when tall, handsome guys actually noticed him?
Oh, right, he thought gloomily. They didn't.
But when he emerged from his room, now changed into normal jeans and a T-shirt – the school day was over anyway – Sebastian was still there, smiling his wide, handsome smile. "You ready?"
Trent just nodded, dumbstruck. This had to be a trap. Right?
They both walked silently to the cafeteria. Sebastian was weirdly non-awkward, very much unlike Trent, humming silently and smiled when they reached a table to sit at. "Wait here. What do you want?"
"Eh, just, latte?"
Sebastian nodded cheerfully and walked away. Trent swallowed, confused. Why did Sebastian suddenly talk to him? Did he actually tell the truth? Had he really noticed how gloomy Trent had been lately? Could it really be? Did anyone actually notice him?
"Here you go," Sebastian said and placed a coffee cup on front of him, his dazzling smile almost blinding Trent. This boy was truly good-looking.
"Thanks," Trent muttered and sipped at the hot coffee.
A moment's pause. "I know what you mean, you know?" Sebastian then said, "about there not being time for you. My dad's an engineer, and travels all the time. My mother's, well, God knows where, doing whatever. Probably sleeping with every man with a pulse. They're not too excited for me being gay, either." He rolled his eyes. "I've transferred many times, now. These past two years, I think I've been at four schools. But I like Dalton. That's why I've been here so long." He spoke with a low, calm voice, fiddling with his coffee cup while he spoke.
Trent looked at him and nodded. "I'm- I'm sorry to hear that," he then said, his voice still weak and awkward.
Sebastian shrugged and smiled. "It's fine, actually. I just think we misfits, we need to stick together." He winked charmingly. When Trent just looked down at his coffee, Sebastian touched his hand soothingly. "Hey," he said with a kind voice, "I know that my rep might not indicate it, but I'm a good guy. You can trust me. There's no reason to be nervous or anything."
Trent smiled vaguely. "I just don't get it, I think. How can you be this nice and have that reputation? I feel like this is some kind of trap." He looked around self-consciously.
"I can assure you this is not some trap. Why would I even do that?" Sebastian said and now looked a bit sad. "And about my reputation. I don't know. I guess it just comes naturally when you've switched schools as many times as I have. People just assume that you're some kind of criminal. I mean, no one knows me, right? All the stories out there… they're all lies." Beside that one where I fucked the head masters son in his office, he thought with an internal smirk, or when I accidently set that car on fire. That douche asked for it himself, though.
Trent suddenly felt slightly guilty as he saw the hurt in the other boy's face. "I-I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to- to hurt you or… anything."
"It's fine, I know. I'm doing this because, well, because I see myself in you, Trent. We're both being ignored in The Warblers, no one notices us. And that's why I think we're pretty good together."
Trent smiled at the boy's words and felt a weird pull in his chest. He felt wanted. Like someone for once actually appreciated him being there.
Sebastian smiled wider when he saw the expression on the other boy's face. And he's yours, Smythe! Damn you're good!
"So you said you were being bullied because you were gay amongst other things? Which?" he asked gently, eyes sincere.
"Well," Trent said, now more comfortably. "I'm not… the usual body type people want," he said embarrassed, "and, well, back in my freshman year, I… well, the other boys were- ahead of me with… everything." Now even more embarrassed he blushed a deep red.
"Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of," Sebastian said with wide, genuine eyes. God, it had been long since Trent had seen so genuine eyes. Kurt's was, but it hurt to look into them, the jealousy gulping inside him every time. Blaine's was too. But. Blaine's eyes hurt in other ways to look into. So much. "Bodies are different. You don't have to be anyone but yourself."
Trent smiled gratefully, almost feeling tears at the boy's words. Did he really mean it? "No one has ever said that to me," he muttered with a weak, wavering voice.
"They should. You're great, Trent. Don't dispute that. Ever," Sebastian said.
And Trent smiled again and like that they kept talking. Because Sebastian was simply the nicest person he had ever met. He was nice and cheerful. And most importantly, it didn't hurt to look into his eyes. He found Trent interesting. And he had noticed him.
"Trent, I have to ask," Sebastian said nearly an hour later, "these past few weeks. Has something happened? Anything with your family maybe? You were always so cheerful and enthusiastic, but lately, you've been… I don't know, hurt? Quiet?" Heartbroken?
Trent swallowed a lump at Sebastian's words, his jaw clenching painfully.
When he didn't say anything, Sebastian continued. "It- it was after Blaine and that Kurt got together, wasn't it?"
Trent winced visibly and felt tears gather in his eyes.
"I've seen the way you look at him," Sebastian said silently, reaching for Trent's hand gently. Trent bit his lip, holding the tears back stubbornly. "And Trent I know how you feel." Trent looked up, his eyes wet, lips apart. No one understood. "In, in my sophomore year, last year, there was this boy in my school. Jackson, was his name, he, well, he was amazing. At least that was what I thought." Sebastian chuckled darkly, lying smoothly. "For three months, that was how long I stayed at that school, for three months I fell in love with him head over heels. He was sweet to me, charming. I was newly out and he was far more experienced. Exciting. He fascinated me." Sebastian continued, his eyes and voice soft. "He never noticed me," he then said, his voice quiet, hurtful, "I sat behind him in every English class, waiting for him to turn around and see me, and fall for me as deeply as I had fallen for him. And he never did. Instead he fell for another guy. A new guy. Tom. I'd never been more heartbroken. Angry." He shook his head, as if to shake off the memories and then turned his attention to the boy in front of him. Trent's eyes had now spilled over; tears running silently down his cheeks.
"I know how it feels, Trent," he said, his voice so quiet now, so empathic.
Trent wiped away his eyes, and started talking in a monotone voice. "The first time I saw Blaine was two years ago. He walked into the choir room, uncertain and quiet. He had just lost his mother back then. He was just looking for a new start. Like me." He looked down on his hands in his lab. "Then he started singing. I remember every last tone and quiver in his voice. I remember I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. It still is." Trent smiled waveringly. "He was so nice to me. Even when he was in sorrow over his mother's death, he would always smile at me. His voice was so quiet and calming. He was everything I'd ever wanted." Trent's eyes refilled with water as he continued weakly. "Then he met changed. I could sense his better mood instantly. He was cheerful and happy all the time. I thought, that maybe, just maybe I had helped with that. I didn't know anything about Kurt at first. But then he came. And I thought it was innocent. I didn't think Blaine and him would actually get together. I mean Kurt has cancer, right? But they did. And I knew it was inevitable, of course it was. Of course, he would never notice me. But I just thought… just for one second…"
He suddenly felt an arm around him and he looked up to find Sebastian's smiling features. He had moved his chair, so that they now sat close together. "It's okay," Sebastian muttered.
For a few moments Trent just sat there in Sebastian's strangely nice embrace, letting his tears fall and his shoulders tremble. He had needed this. God, he had needed this. Someone to just listen. Someone to understand.
"Trent, I don't think they're good for each other, either," Sebastian then said quietly. "I think- that Kurt isn't good for him – Blaine. Kurt's never liked me. I think I make him feel threatened because Blaine and I were good friends. But now, after they've gotten together… They hate me. All of them. You saw today at Warblers practice." Sebastian gazed downwards, looking utterly sad. Trent recalled Wes' cold voice when Sebastian innocently had suggested something else for the Warblers, and nodded. "I- I want them to break up." When he then saw Trent's brows furrow, he quickly spoke. "I think it's for Blaine's best. I mean, think about it. Think about the risks he's taking by being with Kurt. He could get utterly heartbroken, Kurt could die, you know."
"But I thought it was going well with everything. I thought Kurt was getting better. That the cancer was almost gone," Trent said with a weak voice.
Sebastian shook his head gloomily. "No it isn't. I mean, he's telling Blaine that everything's going well, but I overheard Kurt and Nick talk about a surgery. I think he's doing it behind Blaine's back. That was what it looked like, anyway."
Trent looked at him, not understanding a word
"Trent, I think it'd be for the best, I think we'd do Blaine a favor. I don't think he knows what he's going into. I know him. And," Sebastian now looked up his eyes serious and wide, "can't you see how easy it would be for the two of you? You and Blaine. I really think he could fall for you Trent."
Trent's eyes widened. He wanted to believe Sebastian. God, he wanted to believe him. But he shook his head determined. "He couldn't…"
"Of course he could Trent!" Sebastian said his voice sincere, "trust me. You're funny and smart. And a good person. And not bad-looking, you now? I know you don't think so yourself, but it is not true."
Trent didn't know what to think as he stared at Sebastian, his mouth slightly agape. No one had ever said something even remotely close to what Sebastian was telling him right now. No one had told him he was funny or smart. Or good-looking. He had never wanted to believe someone so desperately. And with Sebastian's sincere eyes and gentle touch, how could he not trust what he said was true?
"I don't want to hurt them, though," he said slowly, feeling something inside him yell at him and cry, 'shut up! He could be yours! Kurt's feelings don't matter!' "Blaine's- Blaine's happy with Kurt."
"Is he?" Sebastian asked making Trent look up confused, "do you really think he could be happy, knowing Kurt might die? Don't you think he could be happier with you? Knowing he can have you for his entire life?"
Trent inhaled deeply. He had no more arguments. Sebastian sounded so genuine. He had a point with everything he'd said. He was right, wasn't he? And the words… they could be real. If he believed in them, they could be. So he did.
"So," he started, mouth dry, "you want to- break them up?"
"I truly would not do this if it wasn't for Blaine's absolute best," Sebastian said sincerely. "Kurt does not deserve him. You do. If we succeed we can get you together. We'll be a great team."
Trent bit his lip, thinking everything through. Something inside him felt like he should stop. Told him, "This is not right!" But…
"What do I have to do?"
…
"I- mmh, I told you it would be best- mmh, Kurt…!"
Kurt smiled as he hungrily kissed down Blaine's jaw, tasting the salty taste against his tongue. "What, B?" he whispered hotly into his ear, making the boy shiver beneath him.
"Told you it would be best if you came down here later, so, mmh, I would actually get to work out," Blaine panted. He wanted to touch so badly, but Kurt had his hands locked tight in his grasp above his head. He was pretty sure he had never experienced anything hotter.
The two of them where currently in the locker room, Blaine pressed up against the wall, held tight by Kurt's surprisingly strong grip.
Blaine had kept his promise and let Kurt come with him to box – "Shirtless, if I recall correctly," Kurt had said sneakily when Blaine changed into his boxing shorts and shirt, pulling off the tank top with a smirk. Kurt had promised to keep his distance at first after Blaine's warnings that he could hit hard – something Kurt found a bit too hot. He had done as promised for about ten minutes, standing six feet away from his boyfriend, ogling him shamelessly.
But when Blaine's arms flexed like that, the abs on his stomach becoming so visible, so inviting for Kurt's hands, the whole 'keeping his distance' suddenly got extremely hard. Kurt licked his lips unconsciously as he just stared at the flexible, somehow graceful, way Blaine moved, throwing his fists against the big, very hard-looking punching bag. He really had to force every instinct in his body to stand still.
When Blaine's breath got heavier, though, and the sweat started gathering in his neck, letting his curls spring free, he could simply not hold it together anymore. After fifteen minutes Kurt moved in a swift movement, grabbing Blaine's wrists, tearing off the boxing gloves leaving the white bandages beneath them on, and pushed him hard against the wall next to them, lifting up Blaine's arms for better control. Blaine barely got to let out a startled noise before Kurt's lips was attacking his.
"Oh, but honey, you'll get plenty of working out to do," Kurt said and kissed down his bare chest, letting the hand that wasn't holding Blaine's wrists roam across the firm, sweaty flesh.
"We can't- those couples, remember?" Blaine panted, gasping slightly when Kurt's hand went a bit too south.
"I thought that through," Kurt whispered biting his jaw gently, making Blaine whimper slightly. "And I came to the conclusion that being those couples is kinda hot."
Blaine whined embarrassingly, feeling so completely aroused, the tingling sensation in the bottom of his belly overwhelming. Frankly, he had never seen Kurt like this, and he loved it. He let out an approving noise when Kurt's fingers started tugging his shorts down, falling to his knees letting go of Blaine's hands that instantly clutched Kurt's chestnut locks. His boyfriend licked his lips, looking at Blaine with that smirk, that smirk that made every rational thought in Blaine's brain vanish, leaving only incomprehensible, inappropriate ones.
Then Kurt's lips were attached to his overly sensitive, throbbing skin again, and his brain shut down.
…
"Wait, so you actually told him all the rumors were lies?" Alexander laughed incredibly into the phone. "Shut up, how naïve is this kid?" He laughed on, making Sebastian roll his eyes. "I mean do you remember Daniel? That poor kid you pretty much raped against his fathers – the headmasters –desk, just because he was slightly confused with his sexuality. Or that time where you blackmailed that poor girl to break up with his boyfriend to get with him, I mean how did you even-?"
"Alex, believe it or not, I can be extremely persuasive and convincing when I want to. All of those things are completely irrelevant. The point is, I convinced him to trust me," Sebastian said sternly, though he couldn't hold back a smirk when he thought back to the things Alex recalled.
"So why exactly do we want to break them up, again?" Alexander asked.
"Because they freaking mocked me, Alex!" Sebastian practically yelled into the phone. "I want to see them heartbroken, and then I'll be the rebound fuck for our dear Blainey."
"God, you seriously haven't give up on that yet?" Alexander said resignedly, "seriously Sebastian why do you even try again? Your last 'plan' failed pretty hard, if I say so myself. And in my calculations there's about 0,01 % chance for that Blaine-kid will want to let you fuck him from what I've gathered of him so far. Can't you just fuck that Trent kid? He seems easier than anyone I've heard of before."
"I'll not- no! He's too easy. And I don't do chubby kids that make me feel like some pedophile while fucking them. He doesn't even shave yet, Alex."
"'Cause that's been a problem before," Alex huffed into the phone sarcastically.
Sebastian scowled.
"So what is this genius 'plan' of yours?" Alex asked already sounding pessimistic about it. This was so typical Alexander.
"Okay, so, I think I've gathered so far that the way to hurt those two sweethearts," Sebastian's voice dripped with hate and sarcasm, "is to use their goodness against them. They're annoyingly unselfish – makes me wanna puke sometimes, actually now that I think about it, I'll make sure to tape together Blaine's mouth when I fuck him.
Anyway, this is so obvious; I can't believe I didn't think of it earlier. We have to use Kurt's cancer against them, of course! I've been eavesdropping on them and their friends' conversations, and I heard Nick and Jeff talk about Kurt not wanting to become friends with Blaine at first, because he was afraid of hurting him. Blaine even told me himself that time in March, how could I be so stupid?
Also I heard about a surgery that Kurt needs, and it looks like Blaine doesn't know. We can use all of this. We can use all of this to make Kurt feel so bad he has to break them off, or at least make them second-think their relationship. It has to."
"And is the naïve, dumb kid is supposed to do that or?"
"Yes! I can't, obviously, because they both hate me, and will ignore everything I say to them because they know what I'm up to, but Trent? He and Kurt are pretty good friends. And with that crush on Blaine it'll be even better," Sebastian said triumphantly.
"From what you told me it sounds a little bigger than a 'crush'. And if Kurt finds out he has a crush on Blaine it'll probably ruin it, don't you think? It would just make Kurt think he does it because he wants Blaine." Alexander scoffed. "And to use Kurt's cancer? Isn't that a bit low, man?"
"Ugh, are you trying to be annoying and pessimistic about everything I do, or is it something you're born with?" Sebastian groaned.
"I'm just saying… you might want to think this through. I mean, how many people are you hurting right now, and all of this just for the tiny possibility that a kid will let you fuck him? I mean, this is not even sure to work at all, and then you've just manipulated a poor, naïve kid for the hell of it, ruining his life more than it's already pretty damn messed up," Alex said.
Sebastian sighed despondently. Why did he seriously have to have morals? "I have thought it through. Okay! Even if they just get into an argument I'll be happy. I'm just freaking sick of seeing them sucking face all the damn time! Do you have any idea how nauseating it is to witness?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Okay, okay, fine, Sebastian. But I have warned you now, if the devil suddenly decides to give back your soul – this is not right."
Sebastian snorted. "When is anything I do right?"
He had a point.
…
Blaine threw back his head, moaning loudly. His brain seemed to not work functionally and tell him to 'shut up before someone catches you!'
His every nerve in his body was burning with such a desire, such a pleasure, and in that moment all he cared about was Kurt's lips on him, his gentle hands caressing his thighs and hipbone. He let out noise after noise, not being able to control it, clutching Kurt's hair in his hands greedily. He was pretty sure that if Kurt stopped in that moment, he would die.
"I-Kurt, I can't," he stuttered, he couldn't draw it out anymore, not with Kurt's gentle touch, gentle teeth and tongue, so ridiculously talented. And when Kurt just nodded, muttering approvingly, he let go, felt the coiling in his stomach and the release, stronger than he had ever felt before. He closed his eyes, heard someone cry out his boyfriend's name before discovering it had been himself.
The next thing he knew Kurt had his arms around him, his lips on his. Blaine almost moaned again when he tasted himself on Kurt's tongue. If it hadn't been for Kurt's strong embrace he would probably fall to the floor, the way his muscles completely loosened in release, his legs pretty much numbed.
"You… are amazing," he muttered against Kurt's lips, his brain still foggy with aftershock. "So. Completely… perfect."
Kurt laughed and kissed his lips again. "Come on, B. We need to get out of here. You are insanely noisy, you know that?"
"Wait, I- you need to be taken care of," Blaine said, his brain slowly recovering. It was very hard to oversee in those very skinny jeans Kurt had on, not to mention the uncomfortable way he moved.
"Later, honey. Let's go to you room, okay? Take a shower?"
"Right," Blaine said, his body now recovered almost completely. He kissed Kurt quickly before slipping out of his embrace, only noticing then that his shorts was around his hips again. He smiled at his boyfriend and went over to his locker to retrieve his white Dalton button-down. He draped it across Kurt's shoulder so it covered the top of his thighs. "This will keep away some of the mortification if we see anyone. Those skinny jeans does not leave anything to the imagination, gorgeous," he said and winked before kissing Kurt hungrily. He then just took in the sight of his overly gorgeous boyfriend, hair tussled, evidently ruined by Blaine's desperate hands, his cherry red lips, and dark lust filled eyes, and now draped in Blaine's white button-down.
"I think you'll need a shirt too, mister," Kurt said with a smirk and went to retrieve the white tank top Blaine usually used for boxing, but had gotten torn from his chest by Kurt half an hour prier. He kissed Blaine deeply and feverishly for a few seconds, his breathing heavy. Blaine had almost forgotten how achingly wanting his boyfriend really was at the time, and hurried to take his hand and lead him to his room to make up for the favor.
"I've- thought about something," Blaine said hesitantly an hour later. They were both collapsed in Blaine's bed draped in his covers, Jeff luckily gone wherever. They laid face to face, Blaine's one arm around Kurt's middle. Kurt's leg rested on Blaine's hip and his hand were on his chest where Blaine's other arm, too, was fiddling with Kurt's bracelet, almost nervously. Both bodies were so loose and completely relaxed Blaine doubted he'd be able to get up if Dalton suddenly went up in flames.
Kurt looked up at him, his thumb stroking Blaine's jaw with the hand that didn't rest on his chest.
"I- I think you should take the surgery," Blaine said quickly, nervously caressing Kurt's skin on the bottom of his back.
Kurt's features changed, from softly inquiring to downright startled. That was probably the last thing he had expected.
"I thought about it, and… Kurt we both know it's the smartest thing to do. I talked to my dad, who says the chances are minor, though he can't give any clear odds. And… Kurt we both know we can't sit and wait in anticipation for the cancer to either disappear or come back. I want to know for sure."
Kurt nodded slowly, his hands never leaving Blaine's face. "And the risks… are you sure?"
Blaine nodded slowly. "I trust my dad to do his very best. And it'll be- it'll be the absolute worst hours of my life, but- but I'll get through it. And so will you."
Kurt inhaled deeply and nodded slowly. "Okay." He slowly scooted closer, so their bellies touched, needing Blaine's closeness. "Okay. I'll take the surgery," he said and placed his hand on Blaine's chest.
Blaine's brow furrowed and he looked deeply into the cyan ocean eyes, he almost drowned in every time. "Kurt, this is not my decision, it's yours. You don't have to take the surgery just because that's what I want."
Kurt hesitated before answering. "I've thought about it, too, B," he said quietly, "and this decision, it should not be mine," when Blaine started to protest Kurt placed a gentle finger to his mouth, "it should be ours. Dad's, Carole's, yours, and mine. Because, yes, it's my life, but, B, it belongs just as much to you. All of you. You're the ones who're going to suffer if it goes wrong. You're the ones who have to go through having a loved one with this. And I am under the belief that loving someone that has cancer is worse than actually having it."
When he looked up at Blaine, his eyes were wide and earnest, so beautiful he could cry.
"You… You are the most unselfish person I know, Kurt Hummel," he whispered and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tight. "But it is still your life. And please don't make me the one to decide. I can't-"
"I know, I know, B," Kurt soothed and kissed his jaw, both of his hands cupping his cheeks. "It's not just because of you. I actually do agree. I would rather get it determined now than waiting in anxious anticipation."
Blaine swallowed and nodded, not letting go of his tight grasp. "I really love you, you know that?"
Kurt smiled and touched Blaine's bottom lip with his thumb. "I love you, too, B. So much."
He slowly surged forward and pressed their lips together ever so softly. Blaine inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of Kurt and clean sweat and them. They could have as much sex they wanted to, everywhere they wanted to, but nothing got more intimate than this.
He slowly let his lips move against Kurt's, making sure to memorize every single movement, every single intake of breath, every single stagger when he breathed out. And when Kurt's legs tangled themselves up in his, and his arms held him a little bit tighter, Blaine let himself get lost in him all over again.
A/N
Tried to do it cute and earnest like I think Klex should be ^_^
So, who hates Sebastian?
And whatta you think of Kurt's decision? Again, don't hate me for medical errors, I tried *smiles nervously*
Until next time! :)