Title: Watching in the darkness.
Summary: Kurt Hummel had always felt a presence around him, ever since he was a little boy. Now after ten years of seeing a pair of beautiful eyes that swirled with every shade of brown watching him, and of questions building up inside him. He may just get his answer. But would he rather have stayed not knowing when he finds out the truth?
Fiction rating: M- Mature.
Chapter title: Comparisons
Chapter rating: M- Mature.
Twitter: Unic0rn_H0bbit
When Kurt got home from the mall, his arms laden were polythene bags full of clothes and a new mirror he couldn't wait to put up in his room. He was exhausted, and usually he would want nothing more then to curl up in Blaine's arms and let him kiss away his sleepiness.
But today he was nervous. Throughout the time with his girls he had decided that he was going to ask Blaine what was going on, if he was lying, why he lied. Kurt had a horrible feeling that Dylan had just made this all up to make him doubt Blaine, but he'd been so kind and comforting about it...well Kurt was unsure. And he wanted to be sure.
He sat in his car for almost twenty minutes outside his house before he convinced himself to go in, he said Hey to his Dad...Yes he had a good time...No he didn't spend too much money...Yes he'd eaten...No he wasn't hungry...No he hadn't done his homework...yes...okay he'd start it right now.
Kurt was making his way to his room, where he was sure Blaine would be waiting for him, when he saw something he wasn't expecting. Finn was sat half way on the stairs down to Kurt's bedroom, he paused a little until the heavy bags in his hands made it impossible to wait any longer.
"Hey Finn, you okay?" He asked.
Finn hardly reacted, he just nodded his head a little, staring blankly at Kurt's door.
Kurt sighed a little, dropping the bags to the floor and sitting next to his brother on the step, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Finn mumbled, playing with his hands.
"Finn," Kurt warned, "One hundred percent honesty remember?"
"Brothers, yeah I know dude," Finn sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Come on then, spill," Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder lightly.
Finn was quiet for a second, chewing on his bottom lip, "It's nothing really, just another Rachel fight but umm...she said something..."
Kurt raised an eyebrow slightly, "You know how crazy she gets, I wouldn't read into it..."
"Dude...I...Do you think I'm ever going to make it out of here?" Finn interrupted, glancing at the older boy with a worried expression.
"Out of where Finn?"
"Here, Lima. You know, make something of myself. She said I was lost, and you guys are always planning about your future and I have no idea what I'm doing," Finn admitted, looking terrified, "I'm a Lima Loser."
Kurt frowned deeply, "Finn that ridiculous, do you really think that Rachel or myself would let you get stuck here?"
"No but..."
"But nothing," Kurt cut him off seriously, "If you still don't know what your doing later on then you're coming with me and Rachel to New York and we can all work it out together from there. Besides, we're going to need someone to carry heavy boxes."
Finn laughed nervously, "What about Blaine? Is he coming?"
Kurt left his chest tighten, "Of course," He lied.
"Good. I like him and um...I'm glad you found someone Bro, you deserve it," Finn seemed awkward but sincere about his words.
Kurt smiled a little, "Thanks. I like him too."
"I can tell," Finn laughed deeply, "And I can see he really likes you too...it's good, having someone you can talk to about stuff. I know I'm not the best brother in the world but..."
"Of course you are," Kurt ruffled Finn's hair affectionately.
Finn grinned, "I mean it Kurt, I'm know I'm not the the best brother in the world, but I try. And I'm always here for you to talk to, even if I don't understand I'll still listen."
Kurt felt like he was going to cry, "Thanks Finn, you know I'm always here for you as well."
"I always thought it would be awkward having you as a brother you know? Especially after the whole...whole crush thing but umm...I like having you as a brother, I guess is what I'm trying to say," Finn itched the back of his neck awkwardly, "And um, you're a cool guy."
Kurt laughed, "Thanks. You're cool as well," He patted Finn's shoulder, "Now stop moping around and go and play some video game I'll never understand in a million years."
Finn saluted, "Will do," He clambered inelegantly to his feet, "You know I'm really excited about New York, living with you, Rach and Blaine sounds awesome."
Kurt nodded, fighting back tears, "It sounds perfect," He choked out, turning and grabbing his bags before making a beeline for his room.
Blaine was lying on his bed, he looked up with a smile as Kurt entered the room, but it soon turned to a frown as he saw Kurt's distress.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, holding his arms out for his soul-mate.
Kurt whimpered pathetically, "Finn just asked if you were moving to New York with us," Kurt's voice shook.
Pain crossed Blaine's features, "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, "Come here."
Kurt shook his head, wiping away the few tears that had managed to escape, "Did you lie to me?"
Blaine's eyes widened, "W...What?"
"Dylan said that you broke up with him, not the other way around," Kurt declared, desperate to just get all of this out of the way, "Is it true?"
Blaine's face fell and he nodded, "Yes."
Kurt blinked a few times, "Why did you lie?"
"I...I don't know," Blaine admitted, "It just seemed a good idea at the time for you to think that Dylan dumped me."
"So I'd feel sorry for you?" Kurt guessed, walking towards Blaine who still lay on the bed.
"I don't know...I guess," Blaine shrugged a little, "I'm really sorry."
Kurt let out a tiny breath, "So why did you brake up with him?"
"Because I didn't have feelings for him, we slept together and I felt nothing. I tried to pretend, but I was so in love with you...I just couldn't string him along anymore," Blaine explained, "And that's the truth."
"You promise?" Kurt asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Promise," Blaine nodded.
Kurt let out a long sigh, falling into Blaine's arms and quickly making himself comfortable.
"I'm sorry, I was stupid to lie," Blaine sighed, kissing the top of Kurt's head.
"It's okay," Kurt traced down Blaine's arms, "But Dylan thinks you broke up with him because he wouldn't have sex with you again."
Blaine stiffened slightly, "Crap."
Kurt laughed, "I can tell him otherwise next time I see him."
"So I guess you guys are talking again?" Blaine realized.
Kurt nodded a little, "Is that okay?"
"I guess...I mean, I'm not sure how I feel about my boyfriend and my Ex being friends, but I'm not going to try and stop you," Blaine thought out-loud.
"Thank-you," Kurt smiled softly into his boyfriends chest.
"But no laughing over what a rubbish kisser I am," Blaine teased, running a head through Kurt's hair. Something he often did because he knew it was only him who could get away with it.
"Why would I do that?" Kurt asked, raising his head, "You're an amazing kisser."
"Am I now?" Blaine asked, flashing Kurt a wink.
Kurt giggled, his cheeks flushed, "Yep."
The two boys met half-way in a sweet kiss.
"So where's Blaine?" Dylan asked, spreading out over his bed.
Kurt glanced around Dylan's room. It was a typical teenagers abode, the walls were covered in band posters and clothes were shoved in a corner of the room, like one would do if asked to clear up the mess. Dylan owned a huge, expensive looking stereo and a mountain of CD's, the walls were a deep chocolate brown and the carpet was a creamy white.
Kurt shrugged, "I'm not really sure."
"You should ask him what he does when you're not around," Dylan suggested.
Kurt nodded where he was standing in the doorway, feeling a little unsure.
"Come here," Dylan patted the space next to him, "I don't bite."
Kurt laughed nervously, "I know. So umm...where's you're little brother?" He asked, sitting next to Dylan who was still lying on his stomach.
"Maxi? He's at a friend's house," He shrugged a little and smiled a little at Kurt.
Kurt found himself smiling back, "How old is he?"
"Seven," Dylan replied, running his hand through his hair, his smile turning to a charming grin that made Kurt's stomach do a front flip.
"R..Right," Kurt nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips, "What's it like having a younger brother?"
Dylan laughed a little, his eyes sparkling, "A pain, he always wants to borrow my stuff and acts like he's older then he is."
Kurt smirked, "But he must be cute sometimes."
"Meh, I guess. Do you like kids?" Dylan asked curiously.
Kurt nodded, "Yeah...Kinda...I don't know," He shrugged.
Dylan laughed again, a light musical sound, "Well you have plenty of time to work it out."
"Um...Yeah, I...I guess I do," Kurt bit his lip, "I don't really like looking into the future."
Dylan frowned a little, "Why not?"
"Because I...Blaine," Kurt finished lamely, "I don't want to plan my life without him."
Dylan sighed a little, grabbing Kurt's hand and squeezing it, "I know it's hard. You know I'm going to miss you like crazy," He laughed sadly.
Kurt bit his lip and nodded, "It just sucks. I wish you and Blaine could stay here."
"It'll be okay," Dylan comforted, "You're gorgeous, plenty of guys would die to be with you."
Kurt blushed, his cheeks flaming red, "T...Thanks."
Dylan chuckled lightly, "You're adorable. Do you want some coffee?"
Kurt nodded, his embarrassment still evident on his cheeks, "Yes please."
Dylan grinned, scrambling to his feet and disappearing through the door with one last grin in Kurt's direction. For such a clumsy guy, he really was beautiful.
Kurt felt awkward being left in the room by himself. He took the opportunity to look around a little more, the posters of the walls of bands such as All Time Low, The Pretty Reckless, Paramore and Of Men and men were put of all the around the room. Not in any particular order, some where straight and some were tilted to the side. Dylan's bed was made of a deep oak that squeaked whenever you moved on it. Either side of the bed were bed side tables that were painted black and had a number of random items scattered over them. There were pens, pencils, a TV remote, an old glass, an alarm clock and soft toy Zebra that he guessed was Ze-Ze.
There was a large cork board hung over Dylan's bed. Pinned to it were piece of school work, some song lyrics, some band ticks. But the thing that really caught Kurt's eye were three pictures of Dylan and Blaine together. The first was them outside, laying on some grass with the camera held above them as they grinned stupidly. The next was them outside Blaine's house, Blaine's face was buried into Dylan's neck and Dylan looked as though he was laughing, his arm swung over Blaine's shoulder.
The last made Kurt's stomach churn. It was Dylan and Blaine kissing in Blaine's room. It didn't look like much, just a small peck for the camera. But they looked like an amazing couple. Two ridiculously attractive boys together, and Blaine genuinely looked happy in the pictures. They fitted together.
"Here you go," Dylan returned with two mugs and passed one to Kurt, looking to where Kurt had been staring before.
Kurt thanked him and positioned himself on the bed with the warm mug between his palms, looking up as Dylan scanned his cork board.
"That was ages ago," Dylan told him, his eyes landing on the photographs.
Kurt nodded a little, "There...there cute," He stuttered, "You guys make a good couple," He admitted.
Dylan raised an eyebrow, "You think?" He asked, glancing at the pictures again.
"Don't you miss it? You guys look pretty happy," Kurt bit his lip.
Dylan shrugged, "I guess, I little...I miss being in a relationship, but not necessary with Blaine."
Kurt smiled softly, "No-one you have your eye on?"
"Not anyone who's not happily taken," Dylan sat down next to Kurt and put his hand briefly on his thigh.
Kurt blushed, chewing on his bottom lip. He took a sip of his coffee for something to do, the liquid hot on his tongue.
Dylan sighed a little, taking a sip of the coffee himself, "It's kinda sad though, that me and Blaine drifted apart after we broke-up."
"You still wanna be friends?" Kurt asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
Dylan shrugged, "I don't think Blaine's too pleased with me stealing you away."
"He's fine with it. He told me to stay away from you in the beginning, but I think that's just because he was scared I'd like you instead of him," Kurt realized.
Dylan smirked, "I can be pretty charming."
Kurt snorted, "So can Blaine. That's why you make such an awesome couple."
"We clashed," Dylan shrugged, "It wouldn't have worked out, even if it wasn't for you."
Kurt rolled his eyes and nudged Dylan's shoulder, causing Dylan's coffee to spill up over the sides of his cup and onto his shirt.
"Shit," Dylan cursed, jumping to his feet and pulling the fabric away from his chest.
"Oh my God, Dylan I'm so...," Kurt's voice trailed of as Dylan pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing beautifully tanned skin stretched over toned muscles.
Dylan shrugged, "Never mind," He turned around, giving Kurt a full view of his naked chest.
"I'm sorry," Kurt stuttered, his cheeks turning warm.
"Kurt, are you blushing?" Dylan laughed, making no effort to cover himself.
"N...No," Kurt's cheeks turned an even deeper red.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Blaine I caught you staring," Dylan winked and moved to his closet, pulling out a black shirt and pulling it on.
"D...Dylan you can't...I wasn't staring it's just..."
"Hey, sweetheart relax," Dylan laughed lightly and threw his arm around Kurt's shoulders, "I know, I'm only teasing."
Kurt groaned in a gasp, Blaine hands were under his shirt, hard and searching over his skin.
"Kurt," Blaine's lips were right by his ear, trailing hot, wet kisses down his neck, "You're so beautiful."
Kurt shuddered, grabbing Blaine's shoulders and rolling so Blaine was beneath him. He lent down and caught Blaine's lips in a determined kiss, moving to straddle Blaine's thighs, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips forward.
"Oh, oh my God Baby please," Blaine whimpered, his warm hands climbing up Kurt's chest under his shirt once again.
Kurt tugged gently at Blaine's sweater, moving back to Blaine could sit up and help pull it off. Kurt was unable to stop himself from staring, his hot tongue darting out to wet his dry, swollen lips at the sight of Blaine's untouched skin. Fuck he was just as gorgeous as Dylan.
Blaine grinned as him, pulling Kurt down for a messy, needy kiss and pulling at his shirt, "Baby," He voice muffled, "Let me see you."
Kurt froze for a second. Blaine was obviously used to hard, toned muscle if he'd dated Dylan and had it himself. And Kurt...wasn't. He was thin and gangly, his muscle wasn't invisible but definitely not pronounced like them. He was nothing compared to them.
Kurt found himself shaking his head, "No...Honey, I'm...I'm actually kinda tired."
Blaine stared at him like he was crazing, his eyes dark and needy, "What?"
"I don't want too...I don't..." Kurt blushed, feeling as though he was about to cry.
"Hey, hey okay," Blaine nodded, "Okay, I told you we don't have to do anything that you don't want too."
Kurt felt sick with guilt as Blaine pulled him down beside him, holding him close and pressing a innocent kiss to his cheek.
Kurt shifted, trying to get comfortable but it only made Blaine's erection dig hard into his hip.
Blaine let out a whine at the contact, his hips snapping forward without his permission, "Shit, I'm sorry," Blaine's mumbled, his cheeks coloring as he moved back a bit.
Kurt gulped, squeezing his eyes shut as his own cock throbbed painfully in his jeans.
"I love you," Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's forehead with a smile.
Kurt gulped, "I love you too," He replied, forcing the words through a large lump in his throat.
Blaine held him close to his chest, his hard nipples pressed against Kurt's shirt, but kept his hips far away, obviously struggling not to let them make any contact with Kurt's body.
"I'm sorry," Kurt grumbled, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"It doesn't matter," Blaine cooed softly, "I told you I'd never push you into anything."
Kurt nodded slowly. He wanted to. He really, really want to. But the thought of Kurt's body compared to Dylan's made him want to cry. He'd be such a disappointment.