I apologize profusely for the delay with this chapter (and probably the following too), but there's no way I can ignore the hundred million things going on in my life right now.
Big thanks to Laura for beta'ing this for me.
I hope you like it, and let me know!
Chapter 21
Source: www . people. com
The Rumors Are Back!
A big, big, big, tight hug at show choir competition at Sectionals. That's all it takes for the mouths to start talking again, apparently. Of course the written apology by one, supposedly ex-boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, in which he implies there was no cheating makes me wonder if there ever was any relationship to be unfaithful about to start with. I quote the last paragraph:
"What I'm most sorry about is, of course, tainting Kurt's reputation in such a crude, untruthful way. He's nothing like the word I called him and didn't do anything close to what I accused him of – to be at the receiving end of his affections must be terrific, as he is truly one of the most compassionate and understanding people I've had the chance to meet. He never deserved what I did, and I can only hope he will accept this honest apology."
Now, Sebastian, what do you mean "must be"? Didn't you get to experience that firsthand, even if for just a couple of months?
Which makes me wonder, if there never was a relationship, why even fake it? Could it be… a cover up?
Of course this could all be a bad word choice on Mr. Smythe's part but, then again, where's the fun in assuming that?
Besides, why would the Andersons go to all the trouble of visiting Senator Hummel at the Hospital? Don't tell me about political correctness, publicity stunts and vote-fishing strategies. It was just a meeting of the in-laws! And let's not forget, that according to a friendly source at the hospital, it was not the first time the younger Anderson ever set foot in that hospital.
So… Is it actually surprising that the rumors are back? I think not.
Is it a far off chance that there's actually something going on between the two no longer opposing households? I think not, too.
What do you think, though?
Comments:
Linda123: I ship it.
L0ki_rules: I think this is as relevant to these elections as what the peach I'm eating tastes like.
JimmyS: I think people need to get real jobs and stop making shit up about honest people's lives. The andersons know better than to let a fag scandal wreck their family.
Linda123: JimmyS Because this type of thing is a choice. Homophobic asshole.
Gottriplets: I shipped it then, and I ship it now. ^.^
Ginny_M8: I certainly hope it isn't true. Damn gays ruining everything for everyone.
Gottriplets: Ginny_M8 You and people like you are the ones ruining everything for everyone. Love is love, no matter what, and this should never matter to anyone except themselves.
Lucy641: If it's true then I hope they're happy! It must be hard for them being in love and not being able to show it! Hopefully, they'll get to be open about it soon :)
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They resist the urge to walk hand in hand once they get out of the car, and they also resist the urge to just go to Kurt's dorm room and get lost in each other. They already came close enough to missing curfew; it wouldn't be surprising if there was a dorm room check.
Blaine checks the corridor before he gently kisses Kurt goodnight and continues on his way to his own dorm room, where Wes is sitting surrounded by open CD cases, music sheets and an open laptop.
"Wow."
"We need to start thinking about Nationals." Wes mumbles as an explanation.
"Huh…. That's like… months away." Blaine frowns "We just won Regionals…"
"Exactly. It's the first time we're ever gonna go to Nationals… We need to be perfect or we're just going to end up looking like a bunch of kids who got lucky once."
Blaine chuckles "Not once. We were amazing at Sectionals, and we were even better at Regionals. Of course we'll be great at Nationals, too. Stop freaking out."
"I'm not freaking out!"
"Yes, you are." Blaine nods, pushing some papers away so he can sit down next to Wes, "What did your dad do?"
Wes sighs and drops his head "I don't like this." He mumbles.
"What?"
"You knowing me too well…" he rolls his eyes with a weak smile, which Blaine returns before reaching out and squeezing his shoulder.
"Talk to me."
"He… accidentally sent me an e-mail that was meant for his lawyer, about filing for divorce."
"Oh, my god."
"It's fine really. It's good news. I just… I don't think mom knows yet, and I'm not sure how she'll take it. And then there's Abby to think about. But… I've been wishing for their divorce for years now. It's fine. I'm just nervous." He shakes his head, and Blaine gives him another sympathetic smile before standing up and walking to grab his laptop.
"Come on, let's just watch a movie and forget about it, ok?"
"Are you sure you don't wanna go round to Kurt's?" Wes teases.
Blaine almost shrugs the question off as silly, but then something in him catches and he turns back to Wes "I… no. Wes,… I'm sorry if… shit. Listen, I just… I don't want to be one of those guys who get a boyfriend and suddenly stop hanging out with their friends and stuff. I-"
Wes' laugh interrupts him "Relax, Blaine, it was a joke. You and Kurt are in the honeymoon phase and you can barely hang together in public, so of course I understand if you have to blow me off a few times to be with him, it's totally fine. And I actually like hanging out with the two of you, anyway –you don't really make me feel like an awkward third wheel like I say you do."
"Oh, good. I just… Suddenly I just thought…" he trails off before finding new and better words "I just need you to know you're like a brother to me, ok? I'd never just blow you off."
"I know that. Come on. How about that movie?"
They're settled on Wes' bed, halfway into the movie before Blaine turns to Wes and asks "So is it like… super insensitive if I ask you for set-list ideas for my dad's thing?"
"What?" Wes laughs "Rub your budding relationship in my face all you want, Blaine. I'm glad you guys are getting along."
"Awesome! Because I really need ideas. I'm afraid all of my favorite bands aren't exactly Republican friendly or anything…"
"You want to go classic." Wes says at once, like it's ridiculously obvious "It's not that hard, B. It'll be a room full of Republicans – they're going to want something old and smooth. Dip into the big old classics."
"Thanks, man, I will."
They continue to watch the movie for a while longer before Wes breaks the silence "I really like Kurt."
"Oh?" Blaine frowns slightly "Me, too…?"
Wes chuckles and shrugs "I felt like I should say it, you know. Just in case you thought the only reason I put up with him was because of you. It's not. I like him, both as a person and as your boyfriend."
Blaine smiles "Yeah, thanks, but I didn't think that…"
"Good." Wes nods "Besides, I couldn't ever not like someone who makes you so happy, right?"
"I guess not."
"I…" Wes takes a deep breath before blushing and trying to contain a smile "I have a date."
"Oh!" Blaine gasps "That's awesome!"
"I think so… I just… I realized… You're the… You're that person… for me. The one whose opinion matters, I guess." He sighs "Not my parents, just you."
Blaine feels an overwhelming warmth in chest for the second time that night and he's pretty sure it'd be impossible for him to ever feel unhappy again – which he knows is a silly, naïve thought, but one he is more than willing to indulge in for the time being. "You're that for me, too." He says at once and wraps his arms around Wes, who hugs back. As he pulls back he smirks "So will I get to meet her?"
"Maybe… Depends on how the date goes… But I hope so."
"What is she like?"
Wes opens his mouth to speak but falters and then gasps and looks horror stricken for a moment "Oh my god, I just realized she looks kind of like you!"
"What?!" Blaine burst out laughing.
"She does! She's got dark curly hair like you and light brown eyes, and thick eyebrows and everything!"
"Well, then, she must be beautiful!" Blaine singsongs.
"I'd be worried if she wasn't the exact opposite of yourself, personality wise." Wes rolls his eyes "She's a feisty little thing, she is."
They fall asleep to Wes telling him all about Cass, about how they met and how he was probably crazy to feel so strongly for her already, and Blaine couldn't control his own giddiness over his best friend's happiness. At least over this. At least some things were good in his life, even if others were as messed up as ever.
The next day Blaine tries not to tease him too much about it, when Kurt joins them after classes, so the three of them can draft out a setlist to e-mail his dad.
"Why don't you sing…. Any Which Way? Scissor Sisters is a must at any Republican party?" Kurt smiles. He's sitting between Blaine's legs, his back against Blaine's chest, arms around his knees and fingers drawing mindless patterns over denim clad shins.
"That's a brilliant idea!"
"Take me anyway you like it, In front of your fireplace, In front of your yacht, In front of my parents, I don't give a damn, baby, Just take me." Kurt drawls, sending hot shivers down Blaine's body.
"Mmm… I might just…" he mumbles letting his lips sink into Kurt's neck, before Wes' cough pulls him out of the moment.
"Just don't take him in front of Wes. At Wes' begging request. There are some things best left to the imagination."
Kurt laughs but blushes and Blaine just squeezes him a little tighter against himself before teasing out "You're just jealous you don't have a certain girl over here singing suggestive lyrics to you!"
"No." Wes says simply "I'm not jealous. Not really."
"What girl?" Kurt frowns getting over his blush in order to look curiously between the two of them.
"Wes has a date…" Blaine smiles and teases.
"He does?!"
"I do."
"And she looks just like me." Blaine grins.
"She does?!"
"No!" Wes says at once, shooting Blaine a murderous look "There are certain similarities, that's all."
"Oh, pff, just last night you said we were exactly alike. Come on, Wes, I think it's time to stop pretending you ever moved on from that kiss we had."
"What?!"
"Years ago!" Wes glared "We were drunk!"
"You have a crush on me and you're settling for the next best thing. It's not healthy Wes. You should just be honest. If not with the world, then at least with yourself."
"God. You're impossible. One good word and your ego swells up to fill up an entire stadium."
"A small-ish stadium…" Blaine smirks, while Kurt turns in his arm so he can ask with a confused expression "Is that true?"
"What is?"
"All of it?"
Blaine laughs "Wes does not have a crush on me, don't worry."
"No, not that." Kurt rolls his eyes "Of he doesn't have a crush on you." Wes bursts out laughing at that and Blaine shoots him a haughty though playful glare "Did you two kiss?!"
"Years ago. We were drunk. Experimenting best friends." Blaine shrugs.
"Oh, my god, gross." Kurt wrinkles his nose "It'd be like watching two brothers kiss."
Wes laughs even more while Blaine just squints and shoots back "Weren't you the one who had a crush one the person who is actually your brother?"
"Step brother!" Kurt gasps in outrage "And he wasn't then!" he slaps Blaine's leg, while Wes just keeps chuckling to himself, before turning back to his previous position, using a little too much force settling his back against Blaine's chest and making him sputter at it.
"Alright, I'm sorry!" Blaine sighs, but Kurt doesn't pay him any attention, instead directing his attention towards Wes.
"So tell me about this date?"
"Her name's Cass…" he sighs, as if talking about it was a big bore "And she's-"
There's a knock at the door but not enough time before it's flung open, and Kurt's barely even pulled way from Blaine's back, let alone disentangled from his legs before David's walking in with a grin "Guys!" he urges, not even blinking at the way Kurt and Blaine are now completely panic frozen, halfway through breaking their embrace "I have the best idea for Spring Break ever!"
"Uhhh…" Wes starts, looking almost as pale and terrified as Blaine and Kurt "I… huh… What…?"
"Disney World!" He jumps a little in excitement "Come on! It'd be so much fun! And I know last time there were some issues concerning photos and stuff… but it's Disney, it's family friendly! It's wholesome!"
"Ha-have you talked to anyone else?"
"No, not yet. But I think they'll like the idea. Just the Warblers, though." He muses "Although… if it was just the four of us… you two could be all couple-y and stuff and it'd still be fun, right?"
It's Kurt who breaks the silence that follows.
that "David… you… huh… you know?"
"Know what?" David shrugs "About you and Blaine and your epic gay Romeo and Juliet romance?"
"Huh-huh."
"Sure." He shrugs as if tis' the most normal thing ever "I've known since… like… Christmas break…?" He frowns and then nods to himself "Yeah, since then… There was a lot of heart eyes going on and you two kept running off together, anyway…"
"What?!"
"And then there were the few times I walked into a room and you two were sitting way too close…" and then he chuckles and nods towards them "Exhibit A!" he adds dramatically, outstretching hands and arms for effect.
"Does anyone else know?" Blaine somehow has the good sense to ask.
"Mmm…" David seems to consider it for a while, and the fact that there's a need to even think about it gets Blaine's heart speeding in his chest "Jeff's pretty sure, he told me about his suspicions at Regionals. I know Dom suspects it because Jeff said he'd talked to Dom about it and he'd said he thought so, too, and Jon jokes about it sometimes, but I can't tell if he believes it or not."
"Shit." Kurt gasps.
Blaine's about to answer in the same fashion before it dawns on him. David's known since Christmas. Jeff's known about since Regionals, probably before, and Dom, too. Yet, they had never said a word about it. Not to them and not to anyone.
"Thank you!" he sighs out, scrambling out of the bed to launch himself at David.
"Huh… you're welcome?"
"Thank you for not… telling anyone!"
He always thinks he gives enough credit to the Warblers for being awesome, but moments like these remind him that he really, really doesn't. They're his family - they're his big, fat, amazing family.
"Of course I wouldn't tell anyone!" David laughs "I might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I'm not brain dead." He rolls his eyes as he pulls away from Blaine's embrace "And neither are the rest of them."
"I know, I know…!" Blaine gasps "I'm sorry! I'm just… so scared all the time, and I never even thought… I know I can trust you! I'm sorry if you thought I didn't!"
"No, it's fine. I get it!" David says at once, with a hand to his arm "We all trust Dom, and yet apparently we can't trust his sister… I get it, Blaine – the less people that know the better, even if you trust them with your life doesn't mean they should all just know."
"Oh, but you are the brightest bulb in the box!" Blaine says again before pulling him into another hug, which David laughs into and reciprocates at once.
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Knowing that other people know is kind of weird. He catches Dom staring more than once during Warbler practice; he feels self conscious as Jeff grins and tells him "Hey, Kurt!" as he stands next to the locker rooms waiting for Blaine and Wes to get out to head to lunch after their soccer practice; and he feels his face burn hot when Jon asks him, out of the five other people sitting with him in the library, where Blaine is – the answer falls gracelessly out of his lips as he mumbles it, but Jon merely grins and says "Thanks dude!" before speeding off.
He knows Blaine doesn't feel all that worried about it – but Blaine's had three years with the Warblers, Kurt's had barely over half of one. Blaine trusts them, but to Kurt trust isn't something that comes all that easy. Every time one of them smiles towards Kurt it feels like they're telling him they know – and it's the last week of school, so there's a lot of smiling going on.
It's maddening to think that any moment now one of them could just choose to blab.
He tries to calm himself down. It's not like they'd have more than speculation to go on with, he tells himself. Other than Wes and his own family (and Sebastian, that one time) no one has ever seen them do more than hug – and even then it was in celebration, during competitions. Heart eyes and mysteriously disappearing aren't enough to make a solid case.
Then again, the tabloids aren't exactly made of solid cases, are they.
"I can practically see the stress dripping off of you." Blaine teases, climbing on top of Kurt. They're in Kurt's room, alone. Kurt's lying on his bed reading (or trying to), and Blaine's on the floor, music sheets sprawled around him and computer open. Well – he was, up until three seconds ago, when he decided to abandon his search of songs, get on the bed and pepper the back of Kurt's neck with kisses.
"Blaine!" Kurt gasps "Someone might come in."
"You're too worried. Besides, school's out tomorrow."
"And you're not worried enough." Kurt says, but he turns to lie on his back, welcoming Blaine's lips with his own "And that doesn't mean anything if someone walks in right now…"
"I am worried." Blaine says "But I trust my friends. And you should, too. They're your friends as well."
Kurt nods "But what if-"
"Kurt, think about how long they've known or suspected it… If they haven't said or done anything yet, what makes you think they will now?" He says gently "I know you haven't known them that long, but I have. And you trust me… so trust me when I say you can trust them."
"You're just trying to smooth talk your way into my pants, aren't you?"
Blaine chuckles "Only a little bit." He says with a wink, before dipping down and kissing Kurt deeply.
"We really shouldn't… Not at school… Not this much."
"Then when?" Blaine sighs "Come on. I promise I'll make this fast if you're worried about getting caught… But you're crazy if you think I can look at you everyday and only be with you on the weekends."
Kurt feels himself blush. What is it about Blaine that makes him still feel like this months after the very first compliment? "You make a good point…" he sighs, a little breathless as Blaine kisses down his neck.
"Can I elaborate?" he mutters against Kurt's skin, as his leg slips between Kurt's and his thigh presses hotly against an already half-hard cock.
"Please do…!"
And that Blaine does. His kiss is deep, and his hands are strong on Kurt's arms and waist, and hips, and shoulders, and neck. Kurt loses himself in their bodies and melts into Blaine and his kisses. Wraps his arms around Blaine, spreads his fingers to take in as much as he can, moves his hips against Blaine's and sighs into his mouth at the feeling it gives him. They both smile into it, and then Blaine starts descending along Kurt's body. Deft fingers unbutton his shirt as he goes, and warm lips and a moist tongue leave a hot trail of kisses behind.
"Where you going?" Kurt asks, half teasing, half gasping.
Blaine grins, his hands on Kurt's belt buckle "Making my way into your pants…" he shrugs cockily "So I can make you relax."
"Oh!" he sighs and he meant it to be teasing, but it comes out breathless "Well, then! Be my guest…!"
"Humhum…" Blaine hums against the rise of his hipbone, peeking out of his pants as his fingers unfasten his belt and work the button of his pants.
Kurt buries his hands in Blaine's hair, completely ignoring the product holding it together as his boyfriend pulls his pants down and starts mouthing at Kurt's erection straining against the cotton of his briefs. It's not long before his hands return from where they left the pants halfway to Kurt's knees, and as one replaces Blaine's mouth, the other hooks a finger under the elastic waistband and starts pulling it down.
"Fuck…" Blaine mutters, as he finally pulls the briefs down and one hand wraps around Kurt's cock "I just… sometimes it's just…" he stutters, looking up towards Kurt's eyes, who has no idea what he's trying to say, but needs to hear it very much "Sometimes… I can't believe you get hard for me…" he says finally "Like… I can do this to you…"
"You can…!" Kurt pants, because it is kind of hot, and it is kind of overwhelming, when he thinks about it, that he manages to get someone hard – he manages to get Blaine hard. The thought only serves to make him harder.
"I can make you hard…!" Blaine grins, looking the tiniest bit lunatic – so happy over this.
"You definitely can… Blaine, only you."
"How fucking awesome is that?!"
"It's so awesome that you should just get back to what you were doing."
Blaine laughs and shoots him a wide grin before saying "Right you are!" And then Blaine's mouth is on him, hot and wet, and sinking over his cock, and Kurt throws his head back and swallows a groan, tightening his fingers on Blaine's hair.
Blaine's not holding anything back, he's not teasing, he's not trying to draw anything out. He's sucking hard, and bobbing his head back and forth fast, his hand making up for what his mouth can't take (which is a lot less than it used to be, Kurt thinks, which makes the heat in his stomach grow wilder).
"Blaine!" he whines "Don't stop, don't stop!" He's panting. He feels Blaine half nodding, and humming around him – it makes his eyes roll back into his head. But the sudden swirling movement of his tongue around his cock as Blaine pulls back, as he's blinking his eyes open again with a gasp, stars starting to show up in his vision. He's starting to feel himself closer and closer to the edge when Blaine's hums around his cock start becoming more and more insistent, something almost desperate about them, and Kurt looks to find Blaine no longer lying on the bed between Kurt's legs, but actually on his knees, as his free hand's buried in his pants. "Fuck, Blaine, I'm gonna- I'm gonna…!"
Blaine groans in response and sucks harder – if such a thing is possible, and Kurt watches as the arm working on himself starts working faster, too. When the hand Blaine still has on Kurt's cock moves to cup his balls and his mouth sinks just that bit farther down, the whole world tightens for a second and then expands so completely that his back arches off the bed and he can't completely hold back his noises as he comes down Blaine's throat. He manages to register the way Blaine groans, still swallowing around Kurt, hand flying off Kurt's balls so it can grasp harshly at his inner thigh, and he looks to find, despite the dots and stars coloring his vision, Blaine sinking his hips into the mattress, hand still submerged beneath him, contorting himself, and finally pulling off of Kurt to whine, the sound coming from the back of his throat, completely trashed and lost in himself, as he buries his face at the crease of Kurt's thigh.
They relax into each other after a couple of seconds, coming down from their orgasms, and muscles completely melting away. Blaine turns his head from where he was practically biting into Kurt's skin, to rest his cheek against his hipbone, his thumb starting to move soothingly over Kurt's inner thigh. Kurt's fingers let go of their hold on Blaine's hair – now completely ruined – and massage it carefully.
"So, I assume you just completely ruined my bedspread…" Kurt says after a while.
"Hmmm-no…" Blaine shakes his head "Came in my pants…" he mumbles.
"I love you so much…!" Kurt sighs and feels as Blaine chuckles in response.
Kurt's moves his hand from Blaine's hand to caress his cheek briefly, before moving his face, gently, so he can pulls his briefs up.
There's a knock at the door, and Kurt doesn't know how he doesn't freeze or drop dead right then. Instead he manages to pulls his pants up and fasten them before the door clicks open to Wes "Hey Kurt, have you seen- Oh."
There's a long moment of silence when Kurt can practically feel Wes taking in his open shirt, his unfastened belt, Blaine's position between his legs, Blaine's completely red and swollen lips, their ruined hair and flushed faces. He wants to find a deep, dark hole, crawl into it and never come out. He supposes he should be grateful it was Wes who walked in and not anyone else.
"Wait! – The door wasn't even locked?!" Kurt hisses to Blaine when his brain finally registers that fact. His chest starts feeling hot and tight with a mix of panic and anger.
"I…" Blaine stutters but finds no words.
"My fault!" Wes says finally, his tone clipped and strained "I should've waited until you opened the door. But I really need Blaine right now."
"What for?"
"The principal's being an ass about the Warblers' flight to National's and I need the student body president, a.k.a. his favorite student, to help me stop him from being an ass."
"Alright, alright… give me five minutes… I need – huh – to change." He cringes before his gets off the bed and turns his back to Wes, fastening his pants with a grimace. Kurt just avoids Wes' eyes at all times.
"Hey… At least I caught the afterglow, right?" Wes tries to say cheerfully. Blaine gives him a small smile and turns to Kurt with a hopeful, semi-apologetic smile, but Kurt shakes his head.
"I'm not talking to you, right now." He says. When Blaine starts to bend down to kiss him he holds out a hand "No, I'm serious. Go get changed and talk to the principal. And I'll talk to you tomorrow, or something."
"What?" Blaine frowns "Because Wes saw us? Come on, Kurt… that's si-"
"It's not silly!" Kurt glares "What if it had been someone else, huh? What if it hadn't been one of our trusted friends? What if it had been my lab partner?"
"Kurt-"
"Blaine, this isn't a joke to me! The safety of your privacy isn't a joke to me!"
"What the hell does that even mean, Kurt?!"
"Huh guys…" Wes interrupts, but they both shush him.
"It means that if anyone does find out, your life-"
"Exactly! My life!" He snaps "I get to choose what I do with it, and if I choose to be with my boyfriend even though we might get caught, then it's my choice!"
"No! It's not! I'm your boyfriend! I get a say in it, too!" Kurt shoots back.
"Guys, you're being too loud." They shush him again.
"Well, I don't get what you're saying about it, then!"
"I'm saying that I don't want you to get hurt over this!"
"You not wanting to speak to me because I wanted to have sex with you hurts me!"
"And the possibility of the whole thing blowing up in your face and you losing your family over it doesn't?!"
"You're more important right now!"
"No, I'm not!" Kurt says "You think I am. But as much as I love you and you love me, we're just high school sweethearts! You can lie to yourself all you want, but I am not more important to you than your family, Blaine!"
"Guys, you're really being too loud!" Wes interrupts, practically shouting, and grabs Blaine's arm "Come on, Blaine, you guys can talk tomorrow. Or whenever. After school. Alone."
The fact that there are tears in Blaine's eyes when Wes pulls him away makes Kurt's heart clench and beat too fast. He wants to take everything he said back, but he can't because it's true.
He can't let Blaine do this to himself. He can't let him play with his future like it doesn't matter. Of course his family is important, and of course Blaine will be devastated if things go wrong. Kurt can't just ignore that, even if Blaine can. He won't be the reason Blaine has a fallout with his parents.
The next day, during classes, he doesn't talk to Blaine. If he did they would just start fighting again, and Wes is right – they need to do it outside of school. It's not even that he thinks they might break up – that's completely off the table – but they need to say things to each other that cannot be overheard.
He takes his things, hoists his bag over his shoulder, and on his way to his car he stops by Blaine's room and knocks.
Blaine opens the door. His eyes are still hurt when they find Kurt's, but he accepts Kurt's kiss when he leans in. "I'll call you tonight. So we can talk."
"I don't want to fight with you over the phone."
"We could meet up somewhere. If there's still a need to fight." Kurt says, squeezing Blaine's hand before starting to pull away.
"I don't like fighting with you." Blaine mutters when Kurt's about to turn and leave.
Kurt smiles and gives him another kiss "Me neither. That's probably why we suck at it."
Blaine gives him a weak smile and kisses him again, but they're forced to break apart when the sound of footsteps from around the corner start.
"Bye." Kurt says before he turns and walks away.
When he gets home he drops himself next to his dad, on the couch, with a big, deep sigh.
"Something wrong?"
"Blaine and I are fighting." He shrugs.
"What happened?" Burt says, perking up at once.
"He's being… kind of… irresponsible about us."
"Irresponsible how?" Burt frowns, suspicion growing.
"No – not like that. It's not… He's not…" Kurt sighs and finds his words again "He's being careless about the relationship being a secret."
"Ok…"
"And he doesn't get why I can't accept that."
"Why can't you?" Burt frowns "It's his life."
"He's being naïve to think I'm more important to him than his parents. If word got out, they would… kick him out or something. I know he'd be hurt, and I'm worried about that. I don't want that to happen, because I know this is just now… I just. I think he thinks it'll be really easy to move past it, because he has me and he loves me so much and…, but I don't think so." He sighs "We're just kids…"
Burt smiles and squeezes Kurt's knee "And you're sure he's not right?"
"What do you mean dad?"
"Are you sure you two aren't going to be fine, even if his parents kick him out? Are you sure he won't be fine?" Burt chuckles "He's got a pretty good support system. He's gotten into college, and has the money to pay for it. He's got a family right here, he's got you…"
"Of course he won't be fine! No matter how much he says he's grown out of them, they'll always be his family, and we're crazy if we think his teenage boyfriend is more important in his life than them." Kurt explains, half frantic "What do you think's gonna happen to us if they stop talking to him? You don't think he'll start thinking about the choices that he made? You don't think he'll regret them? He'll resent them?!"
"So you're afraid he'll resent you?"
"Of course I am!"
"Then this is really about you, and not about him at all." Burt says easily.
"No. I. Huh. What?!"
"Doe he love you?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe him when he tells you that?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Then trust him with that."
"I do."
"Not about this, you don't. You need to trust that he can separate you and your relationship from the whole situation that might lead up to him being kicked out. Because it is something completely separate." Burt sighs.
"You think I'm being selfish?"
"No!" Burt laughs "I think you're being reasonable, but so is he, in his own right and in his own way." He ruffles Kurt's hair and winks "You'll be fine, trust me. And now, go get my meds, please!"
Kurt shoots him a half hearted glare before he does so, and then lets himself sit next to his dad, not even paying the least bit of attention at the movie that's playing on the TV.
His dad's words start creating a volcano inside of him, and it bursts with the realization of what both Burt and Blaine meant to tell him.
This isn't about Blaine's high school sweetheart being more important to him than his parents. This isn't about Kurt and Blaine. This is about Blaine's life and the person he chooses to love, be it Kurt or someone else two years from now, having a place in his family, too. This is about him and his parents alone. Even if he wasn't with Kurt – even if he was single- this would still be the same exact issue. The fact that Blaine shouldn't have to hide remains even without Kurt.
Blaine isn't being irresponsible about them; Blaine isn't opening the door to the possibility of resentment and disappointment. Blaine just knows that the fact that he loves someone and that that someone loves him back is more important than his parent's fact remains just as important now as it will ten years in the future.
Of course, it would be better if he could be more careful about things, because the less stress they go through, the easier things will be, and the kind of pain he will undoubtedly go through (regardless of the effect it may come to have on them as a couple) could still be spared. But he's not exactly just being reckless for the sake of being reckless. He's just choosing to live his life the way he wants to, because, want it or not, his parents won't always have a say in it – especially if they're not going to accept him as the person he is.
xXxXx
Blaine gets why Kurt's mad.
After all they've been through together to keep their relationship a secret, he gets it. It probably looks like Blaine's just trying to throw things out of the window, and make all that energy and effort a waste.
But that's not it. That's not it at all.
He just wants to be. Be in his life, like himself, like he wants to be. And he is so incredibly tired of being bullied out of it. The fact that things with his parents are getting better only serves to inspire him further into it. Because maybe it won't even be that bad, in the end. He'll probably get to keep both worlds and make a bigger, better, richer one out of them both.
He doesn't want to fight with Kurt because neither of them is wrong – but Kurt's just not really seeing things from his perspective.
He gets that Kurt cares – that he worries, and that he's probably worried Blaine's gonna get hurt. In that sense, of course Kurt gets to be mad, and of course Kurt gets a say in not wanting to be part of something that will ultimately hurt Blaine. He gets that Kurt doesn't want to risk putting that kind of strain on their relationship.
But this is Blaine's life. Blaine knows what he needs, and he knows what he wants. He wants to be with his boyfriend without constantly looking over their shoulders. It's not like he's going to go and shout from the rooftops that they're together – he's committed to keeping it a secret for now, too. But his commitment can only stretch so far, and he just refuses to let himself get worked up over it anymore or stop himself from being Kurt's boyfriend in any way, shape or form. It's one thing avoiding PDA, another living in a constant state of vigil and concern. That's exhausting and Blaine's not going to do it anymore.
By the end of the afternoon he'd pinned down everything he needs to tell Kurt, and it's not until he hears the front door opening and his dad shouting his 'hello' that he thinks maybe there's a conversation he needs to have with him, too.
He takes a few deep breaths and goes downstairs. He greets his dad with a smile and says "Dad, could we have a word in your office?"
"Sure." His dad nods "Let just put these down." He gestures to his jacket and briefcase.
"Yeah, I'll go get mom." Blaine informs and then sticks his head in the kitchen "mom, could you come into dad's office? I need to have a word with you guys."
She frowns, but smiles and says "Sure, sweetie." before following him inside.
Blaine waits until his mother is sitting down before he closes the door and takes a seat, turning his chair to face both of them.
"So, I need to talk to you."
"Ok."
"About me being gay."
He tries not to see the way his father almost flinches. The way his shoulders sag a little. The way he takes in a sharp breath. "Ok."
"I'm going to come out as soon as the elections are over." He announces. His voice is firm and strong. He feels good about the whole thing, at once "I know the polls have you set to win the primaries, and after that we'll just have to wait and see, but regardless of you winning or losing the race, I need you to know that I won't wait longer after that." He inspects his parents' face. His dad looks half apprehensive; clearly trying to change his features into something blank. Blaine knows what he's thinking and the scenarios running through his head, so he calmly adds "I won't make a spectacle of it. I'm not going to go and make a video about it and post it online; I'm not gonna call a press conference or anything. But I am going to stop living with any kind of secret."
There's a long stretch of silence when he thinks they might actually never speak to him again, but then his mother sighs and says "That seems… fair."
He feels a small wave of relief "I need to know you won't… cut me off… I mean – I-" and then he stops, because what the hell is he saying?! That's not right at all! The whole point of this is that he hopes that they can still get along, but that it won't define him or his life if they don't. So he corrects himself at once "Actually I don't. I'll do it, regardless of what you might do about it. But I really hope we can… continue to be a family. We've been… we've been better lately, and I'd really like for that to continue."
"Of course!" she breathes and even takes Blaine's hand in hers and squeezes. He smiles at her and then looks at his dad, whose expression is unreadable until he too takes a deep breath.
"Yeah, of course, Blaine."
He smiles, feels his throat thicken with relief "I just… that means a lot to me… And I… I really hope you can… you will… I…"
"Blaine?"
"It's just… I… One day I'm going to want to introduce… the person I love to my parents, and… it would mean the world to me if my parents would want to meet him, too…"
"Oh…!" she says, but says nothing else. It seems to hit them hard, the fact that all of this means more than just a blow to his father's career. It seems like they've forgotten that, more than an inconvenience, this means Blaine loves men.
"It's… It's just love." He offers, looking between the two of them and they've been building new bridges these past few months, but he still has a hard time letting his desperation seep through. There's still a loud voice in his head telling him that a son should never be desperate for a parent's approval. Especially when the only thing at stake isn't even a choice. Especially when it all comes down to just love. "That's all it is. Love. Like you two have for each other… And… well… for all that I disagree with the two of you in a lot of things even I can't deny that you do love each other and you respect each other, and that's great, that's really, really great. I love that you have that. And I want that, too, for me. That's all… That's all there is to it."
"We… we can promise to try?" his mother gives him sad smile "Maybe when that day comes we'll be ready for that."
"Dad?"
"We'll try." He nods "I… This is hard for us, Blaine, you gotta… Well, we promise we'll try. And… we'll do our best to be a family to you, too – no matter what."
His mom takes his hand and squeezes – it's weird, nervous and even a little uncomfortable, but there's effort behind it, and at least they're trying, right?
He gives them a smile (and if that one's tight, well, he's trying, too) and stands to leave.
"Oh!" his dad interrupts "I should tell you, I have important meetings in California this Monday and Tuesday, and your granddad wanted to hitch a ride with me and go say hi to Aunt Rudy. So, we're leaving Monday morning and you'll have the house to yourself until Wednesday. We'd ask you to come, but… well, things with between you and your grandfather haven't been exactly-"
"No, I understand, it's fine." He says at once because obviously who wouldn't want the house to themselves for three days? "I'll use the time to practice my set-list for your function. Which is… Wednesday?" he frowns, suddenly confused. Had it been cancelled? Had he gotten the wrong date?
"Yeah. We'll meet you there – we'll be going straight from the airport. I'll get a car to pick you up, don't worry." His dad says, before adding "Oh, and could you e-mail your set-list to Pete, just so he can make sure the songs are good?"
"Sure." Blaine nods "I need to go take a shower." He excuses himself and, even though he doesn't exactly need to take a shower, he does anyway.
The hot water caresses his skin, and washes things away.
He gets where Kurt is coming from, he really does, but he just can't accept that. He can't accept such a compromise for something he should never have to compromise. He settles on telling Kurt exactly that, when one of them finally gives and calls the other, and if it's not enough for Kurt then he'll ask him if they can take some time to think things through, until Monday, so that they can talk properly in the privacy of Blaine's empty house.
It's not like they're going to break-up or anything, there's no need to freak out over this – they can be mature. Blaine remembers the last time they fought, the stupid reason it was about, and how in the end it all came down to a complete lack of communication. So that's it. That's all there is to it: communication. If they talk about it, it'll be fine.
That's why he's not nervous at all when his phone rings and it's Kurt.
"Hey." He says.
"Hi!" Kurt breathes "Listen… I know you said you didn't want to fight over the phone… but… I don't think there'll be a fight. But if you still wanna meet up somewhere we can-"
"No, that's ok, Kurt, just talk to me."
"Alright. Listen. I, huh, well, first of all, I love you."
Blaine chuckles "I love you, too."
"Good." Kurt answers before taking a deep breath "I'm sorry I freaked out so much. I just. I'm scared things will go bad between you and your parents and that you'll get hurt about it. And then I'm scared you'll resent me for it. And… I thought about it, and… it is your choice. And it's not about me at all. It's about you and your parents, and… I'm just some kind of personification of what's wrong between you guys, so,… I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."
"Me neither. I totally understand why you feel the way you do, Kurt, and I'm sorry I overreacted. We both did." He sighs "But you are right, this is between me and my parents and the fact that I'm in love with you doesn't change that."
"I just… I really don't wanna see you get hurt, Blaine."
"Kurt, I know I said things are better now – and they are – but they've been hurting me since I came out to them. I'm… Feeling hurt is the norm and not the exception, ok? I can deal with it and leave our relationship out of it. I'm used to it."
"Ok… I believe you."
"Good, because you're my choice, you know? If I ever had to choose, I'd choose you."
"Blaine-"
"No, I don't mean in a naïve high school sweethearts kind of way. You mean more to me than just that, Kurt and you know it, and even if we break up one day and never even speak to each other again, you've given me things to make everything worth it; even if I knew that was going to happen, I would still choose you."
"I know, I know… It's not about me, it's about love… I think I get that now." Kurt sighs.
"And I know you think it's too early to tell, or something, but… just so we're clear, I'm in this for the long haul."
There's a pause on Kurt's side, but finally Blaine can hear him breathe in and say "Good, we're on the same page, then."
"Yeah?" he sighs and smiles, and then sits on his bed, allowing himself to relax a little "I just talked to my parents. I told them about coming out after the elections, and they seemed understanding enough, and also they promised they'd make an effort whenever I introduced them to… someone special."
"That's amazing, Blaine!"
They talk for a while longer. Blaine tells him about trying to find his footing in this new relationship dynamic and Kurt empathizes, and then Blaine asks him if he wants to come over for the few days the house is empty, which of course earns him a solid yes. Then Kurt practically makes him say yes to another double date with Rachel and Finn ("it can even be somewhere in public, if you want to, because I promise I will respect your choices!"). So the next day he finds himself waiting for the three of them at the entrance to a bowling alley.
Rachel hugs him the moment he's within arms reach and squeals "Hi!" right next to his ear, and then Finn high-fives him and says, "What's up?". Kurt smiles and visibly contains the kiss that feels so painfully natural. Inside they're careful enough that Rachel sits with Blaine, and Finn with Kurt – especially taking into account that there's a lane, in the middle of the alley, eyeing them up way too much to be comfortable.
Which is why Blaine spends most of the afternoon talking with Rachel, arm around her whenever one of them isn't throwing the ball, and coaching her carefully whenever she is.
It's fun, actually. Rachel actually is quite awesome, if a little too intense sometimes. And honest.
"I'm a little surprised we're here, actually."
"You are?" Blaine raises an eyebrow.
"It's my understanding you two were fighting just yesterday. Kurt and I are very alike, and I never speak to Finn for at least three days whenever we find, let alone come on dates."
"Except we talked it out…"
"Oh, you're so young and in love… Whenever Finn and I fight, I don't talk to him for at least three days."
"But what if he's the one who's right?"
"Then it's just enough time for him to miss me enough and overlook the fact that I was wrong." She shrugs.
Blaine laughs "That seems a little insane…"
"It makes perfect sense."
"No, it doesn't. Besides, I don't like it one bit. I hated fighting. I hated not talking to him for a whole day, let alone three!"
"I find it empowering!" she announces proudly.
He shakes his head with a chuckle "You would."
"I'm surprised Kurt doesn't feel the same. We're so alike, I would've sworn he'd adopt my theory."
"Well, I'm glad he didn't."
"It's probably because he's so ridiculously in love with you…" she teases, and Blaine feels the heat gathering over his cheeks as he can't help his smile "I honestly have never seen such gaiety. And I have two gay dads." She laughs "Oh! They could totally be your gay mentors! It would be so cute!"
Blaine can only laugh and nod along.
"And I'm so going to be Kurt's maid of honor, by the way."
"Of course." He nods.
"I could also be your surrogate…?"
He chuckles and says "You could also go throw your ball, cuz you're up."
"Oh!" she gasps "Come help me, dear!"
He smiles and dutifully trails after her, shaping her body to the right position. And when she throws and hits a perfect strike she squeals in delight and hugs him tightly "Thank you, Blaine Warbler!"
"Anytime!" he says cheerfully with a mouthful of her hair.
And then she tightens the hold on him and whispers "I'm so sorry you and Kurt have to hide. You guys are beautiful, and you should just know that."
He pulls back to find her giving him a warm, honest smile, so he takes one of her hands off his shoulder and squeezes it and says "Thank you, Rachel. That means a lot." He returns her smile and hugs her again, briefly, before returning to their seats, while Finn follows a very defensive Kurt to the lane ("I know how to bowl perfectly well, thank you very much, Finn, there's no need for you to accompany me.", "but you just missed two in a row!", "yes, but I know what I did wrong, so I won't do it this time.", "So you missed again.", "Shut up, Finn.").
xXxXx
Domesticity is amazing.
It's the first time Kurt has actually felt this between them. It's also the first time he's gotten a real chance to.
They cook meals together, and they play soft music while doing so. Kurt even helped Blaine do the laundry (Blaine told his housekeeper, Anita, to take these days off so they would really be alone) because is it possible that the boy is eighteen years old and doesn't know to separate colors and that dark clothes need cold water?! ("I've never needed to do this before!", "There are basic life skills that everyone should know before turning of age, regardless of needing them.", "I could've just looked it up online anytime I wanted!", "As if! You're underestimating your self-esteem, Mr. Self-assured! I know you. You'd just put it all in, no questions asked, and proceed to ruin your mother's lovely white cocktail dress with your red socks!", "What's so bad about a baby pink cocktail dress?") So they bicker for a while longer until Blaine shuts Kurt up with a kiss filled with laughter, and Kurt somehow finds it in his heart to relent.
And then there's the moment when they're cooking pasta and Blaine insists that Kurt break the spaghetti in half before they put it in the pan, and honestly! Who even does that?! But Blaine is so adamant about it ("seriously, Kurt, you're gonna spend half of your mealtime just trying to get all the strings wrapped around your fork so you can actually eat it without slurping, cause they're so big. It's just easier!", "Food isn't about being easy!", "What?! And I suppose it's about being an honest to god challenge to eat something without spilling pasta and sauce all over and making an idiot of yourself, then?", "Well, what's wrong with a little challenge?", "It's food, Kurt!", "Yes, but it's also spaghetti, and you never break the spaghetti!", "Says who?!", "Tradition!", "Oh! You're going to invoke tradition, Mr. Gay-Fashionista-That-Believes-In-Anything-Avant-Ga rde?!", "Shut up, Blaine.", "That's so mature, Kurt!") that he finally just takes it from Kurt's hand and breaks it before there's any time to stop it.
Also, when they're playing cards Kurt keeps lying about what he has in his hands, because… well… what's the fun in losing? ("Oh my god, you totally have fours! Stop lying!", "I don't, I promise I don't! I'd never lie to you!", "You're such a liar! You asked me for fours just five minutes ago, you little bastard!", "I did not. You must be mistaken!", "Show me your cards!", "I will not! You cheater!", "I'm a cheater?! Kurt you're the biggest liar in the whole world!", "Hey there, Mr. Let's-Blow-Things-Completely-Out-Of-Proportion!", "Hey yourself, Mr. Let's-Just-Weasel-My-Way-Out-Of-Things-And-Change- The-Subject! How've you been?", "I'm great! How're you? How are the wife and kids?", "Seriously, Kurt, give me the fours.") Blaine wins.
Kurt thinks he might actually be in love with their bickering and its tendency to end with either of them just kissing the other and trying not to laugh too much about it. It's not like they'd never bickered before – come on, Kurt is Kurt, and Blaine has somehow, along the way, been brave enough to stop the whole 'let's pretend Kurt is always right even if he's not so he won't get mad' technique. Of course there has been bickering – about songs, about clothes, about reality TV shows, once even about politics. But they've never been this free about it. They've never really had the opportunity to just plant a kiss on the other when they're being particularly unreasonable (or dangerously right), because they're in the middle of the cafeteria, or Warbler practice, or the library, or even just alone with Wes, who, even though he is awesome at making them feel welcome and such, is still a person who probably doesn't appreciate when people start randomly making out in front of them. And besides, he's always liked it. This is just the first time he's actually felt it as an essential part of them as a couple.
This whole thing is truly and wonderfully domestic. And it's so. Fucking. Amazing.
Of course three days isn't exactly enough to determine if you can actually live with someone on an everyday basis, but it's a start. And Kurt likes what he sees.
Blaine also likes to take a moment to relax after lunch, so they curl up together on the couch and either watch a movie or read for a little while. Blaine also prefers to have music on when doing chores, rather than watch TV, like Carole does. Blaine also prefers to ready everything for the morning at night, before going into bed, so they do it together. Blaine understands the absolute need to tidy everything up as soon as possible, so the moment they finish eating they clear the table and wash the dishes at once, and in the morning they both make the bed and fold their pajamas (when there is anything to fold, anyway).
Ok. So maybe it's not perfect. Blaine likes to watch the news after dinner, while Kurt just checks them on-line, whenever, choosing instead to watch Project Runway, or whatever other show he can. And they both prefer to shower in the morning, which means early morning bickering about who goes first, because they also both prefer to (on a regular basis), take their showers alone. And apparently Kurt always leaves the toilet seat up, which actually kind of annoys Blaine.
But the domesticity.
The knowledge that while Kurt is in the kitchen baking cookies, because he feels like it, Blaine is in the other room, practicing songs on the piano. The knowledge that he could just call his name, and Blaine would say "Yes?" and Kurt would say "do you want to scrape the cookie dough?" and Blaine would jump from the piano bench and run straight to the kitchen with a big beam and kiss Kurt soundly and take both bowl and spoon back to the piano, and for the next fifteen minutes some parts of his singing with be mumbled because there would be a spoon hanging from his mouth.
Domesticity, Kurt thinks, is his favorite new thing about them. It makes him believe that they will be just like this two, three, five, ten years from now. That he will still be baking cookies and Blaine will still be playing the piano – or maybe working on his politics. Or that while Kurt is busy completely stressing over new spring collections and impending fashion shows, Blaine will be in the living room, entertaining their two kids so they don't come face to face with the reality that their dad is actually pretty damn crazy when he's stressed out.
It's the fact that it feels so comfortable and so second nature, just as much as Blaine's voice saying "I'm in this for the long haul" over and over again, that keeps him from thinking – it's too soon to fantasize about this.
Kurt thinks that all those people must be right: sometimes you just know what you want. And Kurt wants Blaine. Forever.
He smiles as he runs soft fingers through Blaine's forehead, traces his eyebrows lightly, feels the bridge of his nose with feather light touches. It's morning. It's their last morning together, like this. Kurt will be leaving in two hours, and Blaine will be getting ready for his dad's thing soon as well. He can't bring himself to even so much as move. Blaine looks stunning in this light.
There's just something about this boy… and Kurt knows, he just knows he's found it.
He chuckles when Blaine stirs, cracks one eye open and slurs "Heeyy…"
"Hey…"
"Didnwannawakeup…"
"Why not?" he murmurs, shuffling a little closer.
Blaine's hand slips around his waist and pulls him even closer "you're leavin'…"
"Oh… well…"
"Stay…"
"Sure, Blaine." Kurt chuckles with an almost sad smile, and returns Blaine's lazy attempt at an Eskimo kiss "Do you want me to go make us breakfast? We could eat it in bed…"
"No… Stay."
"I'll even make orange juice. Just for you, my sleeping beauty."
"No." Blaine shakes his head, half burying it in the pillow "let's have sexy times…"
Kurt laughs and then sits up, ruffling Blaine's head before shaking his "That's the least sexy way of referring to sex, Blaine."
"'S not…" Blaine purrs "There's 'beast with two backs'… climbing he tree… the mattress Olympics, cleaning the pipes… and my personal favorite, rumpy pumpy." He finishes with a yawn, flipping to lay on his back and looking up to Kurt with a smile.
"Alright." Kurt sighs "I'll give you that."
Blaine just beams, and squirms a little among their mess of sheets and pillows "I love it when you admit I'm right!" he sighs.
"That's not a thing you can say, Blaine."
"Sexy times!" Blaine chuckles, throwing his arms open and moving his legs so that Kurt's sitting between them.
"I'm not sure I want to anymore."
"Come on, Kurt…" He nudges Kurt with his knee "You totally want a piece of this."
"That's not helpful at all."
"Would you prefer the puppy eyes…?" Blaine smirks, before turning his face into the most adorable pout to ever exist.
Kurt slaps his leg lightly "Stop it, you're terrible!"
"Come on, I know you can't resist the eyes…"
"You're horrible!" Kurt gasps before taking both of Blaine's wrists and pining him completely to the mattress and kissing him before any more obnoxiousness could get out of that mouth. He feels it as Blaine beams into the kiss and moves his leg to wrap around Kurt, and pull him closer.
The kiss doesn't seem to stop, and instead just keeps going, Blaine pulling Kurt's lips between his own, darting his tongue in and out of Kurt's mouth. His legs somehow maneuver Kurt into lying between them, and he can feel Blaine's dick hardening against his hip. Kurt's hold on Blaine's wrists loosens as he sighs, dropping his head to the crook of Blaine's neck, but Blaine's arms stay put, and there's a rush of blood southward when Blaine's voice sounds low and deep, right there in his ear "You know what you should do…?"
"What?" Kurt whispers back, dragging his lips across Blaine's throat.
"Let me tie you up…" he murmurs back, biting Kurt's ear lobe before adding "let me show you it's ok to not be… in control… sometimes…"
Kurt pulls back to look at Blaine, and he fins dark, alluring eyes, and slightly parted luscious lips, and flushed cheeks, and messy curls and "Fuck, Blaine…"
"Please?"
"I… yeah… Of course…" he mumbles before looking frantically around for something to use.
"I'll go get some ties…"
"We'll ruin the ties."
"I'll buy new ones." Blaine shrugs getting up.
"Ok."
"Besides, these are ugly." He smiles, holding up two, indeed, very ugly ties. In the meanwhile Kurt readjusts his position nervously, and when he's nervously fidgeting with his boxer briefs, trying to decide if he should take them off Blaine says "lose them." He looks up to find Blaine smiling and climbing back on the bed.
He loses himself in the kiss Blaine plants on him the moment the briefs are gone, wraps his arms around Blaine and pulls him closer. When Blaine's hands circle all the way back to gently pull Kurt's wrists away from his neck, Kurt's breathing hitches and he feels hopelessly hard. "You sure you want it?" Blaine asks, voice entirely serious "you don't have to, if you don't want to."
"I want to." Kurt nods, almost frantically. It's been suggested. It's all he can think about.
Blaine smiles – smirks – and takes his right hand to the headboard, wrapping the tie loosely around his wrist and then tying it to the post, before coming back to his place, at the center, peppering long, wet kisses all along Kurt's outstretched arm and chest as he does. Blaine seems to get lost kissing and sucking on Kurt's nipples, because it's only when Kurt's back arches a little and he can help burying his free hand on Blaine's curls that the boy's head pulls back and, with a wolfish grin, he takes the hand from his head and gently guides it to the other post of the headboard.
Kurt thinks he might never have been this simultaneously turned on and nervous at the same time, as Blaine sits back and just seems to take in the sight of Kurt's body, inch by inch, taking his long, torturous time.
"Blaine…" Kurt whines.
Blaine meets his eyes and smiles "I'm sorry… I got distracted…"
"Can you please… do something."
"I'm sorry, I thought this was about me showing you what it feels like to give up… control…?" he murmurs as he leans in teasingly close, lips practically touching Kurt's.
"You're just enjoying teasing me…"
"Well yes, that, too." Blaine chuckles before pressing his lips against Kurt's.
The kiss turns heated and desperate very fast, and Kurt finds himself wrapping his legs strongly around Blaine, urging him closer. Kurt wants to bury fingers in Blaine's hair, make him kiss him harder, but instead all he can do is take what Blaine's giving, and that is the start of a tantalizingly slow trail of kiss down his chin, jaw line, throat, shoulder, chest,… And Kurt thanks god his hands are tied because he understands now as Blaine's lips and tongue move to suck kisses on his stomach, he would've just stopped Blaine from giving him a blowjob.
"Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my god…" he mutters under his breath when Blaine's mouth is on his inner thigh, dangerously close to his unbearably hard cock "do something, Blaine, do something!"
There's a smile and a chuckle, before the tip of a tongue starts dragging up from the base to the tip, ever so slowly, and then back down, and up again, and it's the biggest torture that Kurt's ever had, until, finally, a hand wraps around the base of his cock and moves, though slowly, a lot firmer, in drawn-out strokes. "Blaine…" he moans brokenly when lips wrap around the head and a tongue, swirls, dipping into his slit and gathering the pre-come there.
And then the whole mouth sinks in, until the lips are pressed against the hand, and both move in fantastic synchrony, Blaine sucking hard.
"Oh, God!" Kurt gasps. There's tongue movement, too, and humming, and sucking, so much sucking, and Kurt's embarrassed by how soon he feels the heat crawling up and screams out "Blaine! I'm gonna come! Blaine! Blaine! I'm-"
So Blaine pulls out with a laugh and, his lips shining bright red, says "Not yet, you're not!"
And then they hear it. The unmistakable sound of feet climbing the stairs. Several pairs of feet.
Blaine's grin disappears in a split second, and the moment they hear what sounds distinctively like a growled out "-fucking faggot!" is when Blaine launches himself towards Kurt's wrists and tries desperately to untie them. He's just managed to release Kurt's right hand when the door flies open to reveal his scarlet faced grandfather.
"What the hell is going on?" he barks, just as Kurt feels a sheet being thrown on top of him, and then the weight of Blaine's body is gone from the bed, and he chances tearing his eyes away from the furious old man to see Blaine grabbing a pair of briefs – Kurt's, he registers dumbly – and hastily pulling them on, just as the Blaine's parents arrive at the door, too. That's when Kurt's instinct kicks in and he tries to untie his other hand while the panic of being shouted at by that fucking old man starts making his eyes burn and water. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" He screams, walking up to Blaine's space, and grabbing his arm with bruising force "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FUCKING ANOTHER BOY?!"
Blaine shrinks in his grandfather's hands, clenches his jaw and screws his eyes, pulls his shoulders up, tries to make himself small, tries to give him less of himself to hit. And when the old man's hand connects with Blaine's shoulder in a harsh shove (YOU FUCKING? HUH? YOU TAKING IT UP THE ASS?!) Kurt doesn't even think before he's out of the bed and pulling him away from Blaine.
"Let go of him!" he groans, as he strains the muscles in his arms, because as old as the man is, he's somehow strong. Maybe it's all the fury.
"You fucking faggots! In my house!"
"It's not your house!" Blaine growls back "Get away, Kurt! Drive home!" he adds before turning back to his grandfather "Let go of me! Go away!"
There's a woman at Kurt's back now. Grabbing his arms, sharp nails digging into his skin, scratching, probably drawing blood, as she tries to pry Kurt way from her husband("You'll hurt him!" she says "You'll hurt him!" in her attempt at protecting the old man, but he will hurt Blaine and Kurt could never let that happen, no matter what). Kurt doesn't let go and looks frantically around for help, but Blaine's parents are just standing there, looking at the whole thing without doing a thing, eyes wide open and slacking jaws, pale faces and empty hands. Another shove to Blaine (You sucking cock, you faggot? Huh, you sucking cock!). He wants to slap them. "Do something!" he screams at them "He's your son!" Still nothing. A punch to Blaine's stomach. Why won't Blaine fight back? Please fight back! A punch to the chest and loud cough.
Kurt is on autopilot – he doesn't think, he just sees red. He shoves the woman away, and barrels his body between the two, Blaine actually tripping and crashing against his dresser. "STOP IT!" Kurt screams, trying not to lose himself worrying if Blaine's all right, and focusing on the man in front of him. And then the man actually stops. For a moment Kurt thinks he's managed to get him to come to his senses, to see what he's doing. But then the man gasps, eyes wide open, "You! You!" he takes a step further, and Kurt barely has time to register anything except the pure disgust on his face, before and there's a knee to his groin, and he feels the hot flash of pain shoot through him, tears burning in his eyes and voice breaking with force of his scream as he doubles over in pain.
"You fucking fairy!"
A hand is clutching his hair too tight and the pain is sharp but it's nothing compared to the hell between his legs – it's torture, it's nothing like the rom coms, it's nothing like the accidental shove, or the ball against it in P.E., it's nothing like Kurt's ever felt before, and it completely takes his breath away. "YOU FUCKING CUNT!" the man snarls, and Kurt can hear the sounds of Blaine getting up, hears the shuffling of him jumping towards them, can feel his hands grabbing Kurt's arm, trying to pull him back, pull him out of reach, but there's scuffling and sudden voices that were infuriatingly silent just seconds ago, and Blaine's hand is gone, but his voice is louder than ever "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! GET AWAY FROM KURT! LET ME GO!" while another, too weak, too pathetic says "dad, let the kid go…! Blaine stop fighting!"
Kurt's squirming to get the old man's hands off of him, his own hands are stronger and faster than the man's, but there are tears of pain in his eyes so he can't see, and his legs are shaking, barely holding him up… He's managed to pry one hand off him but suddenly there are nails digging into him again, as he tries to twist arms and wrists ("let go of him!" urges a frail woman's voice – the clutch of her fingers, however, doesn't feel frail at all "You're hurting him!"),
"GET AWAY FROM HIM! KURT! GET OFF ME! STOP IT!"
There's pain… in his groin, always in his groin. But also in his cheekbone, quick and sudden and he can't even keep himself from tumbling against the wall, barely able to clutch to it and not crash against the unforgiving hardwood floor. "Infecting my family with your diseases." The old man snarls, and Kurt doesn't even need to look to know the man is pulling his hand back – "STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE!" – and when the blow doesn't come and he looks to find Blaine's mom holding his wrist and shaking her head and saying "That's enough, John!"
The man doesn't take his eyes away from Kurt as he grunts "Should just shove a bullet up your ass, since you love that so much." And then Kurt feels the warm sickly feeling of spit hitting his face.
"Get away from him!" Blaine snarls, and the anger in his voice breaks Kurt's stupor and he looks to find the boy struggling against a strong hold, his face red with rage as angry tears streak down his cheeks.
There's something tossed on him. He flinches, but it's light and soft. It's clothes. "Get out." the voice hisses.
"No…" he says, regretting how his voice comes out breathless and strangled. He wipes his face with a shirt sleeve "Not without Blaine…" he adds, trying to look taller, stronger and fiercer than he feels.
"Blaine has a show to perform. Leave."
Kurt stands up shakily and tries to look the man in the eye as fiercely as he can as he pronounces "No."
A fist connects violently with his jaw. Pain sears through him and he finds himself clutching the wall for support. "I said no." he reiterates, breathless.
"Please, Kurt, please, just go, just go, please, I love you so much, just go – please!"
"Dad, stop." Blaine's father says, letting go of his son and taking a hold of his own father's wrist "That's enough, dad." He says before turning to Kurt and, his face as cold as ice, announcing, "You need to leave, Kurt. Blaine won't get hurt. But you need to leave. This is our family's business. Just go."
Kurt looks to Blaine and finds pleading, tearful eyes, finds bruised arms hanging exhausted next to him, finds a small trembling body, finds him shaking his head and pleading "Go… please… just go…"
"I can't leave you." He says simply. Ignores the grunt, the shuffle of feet as Blaine's dad holds back another attack.
"Please, please, Kurt. I can't see you get hurt." Blaine pleads "I'll… come find you… as soon as I can. Please just go."
There's a harsh hand grabbing Kurt's arm, and it's Blaine's father trying to direct him towards the door. Kurt flinches in pain – there are deep scratches on his arms "You need to go. This is not the time or the place."
"I…" he can't leave Blaine, he can't…
"Kurt… please… if you love me you'll go."
Kurt goes.