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Note: David's improvised sing-song is a reworded version of a snippet from one of the songs in AVPM, starkid fans will understand, I just wanted to make sure that people know that bit isn't mine
Chapter 26
On Wednesday afternoon, Kurt found himself sitting with Jake, Connor and Trent in the Lima Bean. The four were drinking coffee, Connor and Trent both trying to win the attention of a pretty waitress and failing epically.
"You know boys," Kurt said, addressing Connor and Trent while Jake scoffed down a handful of cookies. "If you keep deliberately dropping sugar sachets on the floor just so she has to bend down and pick them up every time she goes past, thereby giving you perverts the opportunity to stare at her ass or down her top, you are never going to win her over. At the moment, the only thing you'll be receiving is a slap round the face. She's starting to look angry."
"Nah, the little waitress is just playing hard to get." Trent said confidently as he watched the pretty brunette pour coffee over at another table. "She wants me really."
"Not a chance T." Connor told him. "It's me she's got her eye on. You just don't understand women, K. They need to feel wanted, desired. You gotta let them know that you're hungry for them. Chicks totally love caveman type behaviour."
"Connor, my best friends have always been girls." Kurt pointed out. "And I can assure you now that they don't appreciate being objectified in such a degrading manner. Girls like to feel appreciated. You have to make her feel like she's special, like she's the only girl you've ever looked at before and the only one you'll ever look at again. Teenage boys want sex, but girls want romance."
"That's insane." Connor scoffed. "Girls pretend to like romance because they don't want to seem like a slut. They just act all innocent but deep down, every girl is a whore waiting for a proper man to show her a good time."
"You are a disgrace not only to the male species but also to the human race." Kurt replied.
"He doesn't mean it, Kurt." Jake said. "Connor's a hopeless romantic really. He's just yet to own up to it."
"Drop dead, J." Connor retorted.
"Hey, she's coming back." Trent whispered to them as the waitress moved closer to them. "I'm gonna make my move."
"I'm making mine first." Connor insisted and he pinched the girl's ass as she walked by.
She paused in her tracks and fixed a sharp glare on him, looking very much like she wanted to punch him but didn't dare to in case she got fired.
"You pig." She hissed at him.
"Admit it, you love it really." Connor replied. "What time do you get off? I'd love to take you somewhere, the back seat of my car perhaps?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You're disgusting." She snapped as she returned to her work, sending glares over at Connor every few seconds.
"I don't understand, what did I do wrong?" Connor asked.
"Seriously?" Kurt replied. "You're worse than Puck. He at least makes girls feel good about themselves before breaking their hearts."
"Well, thanks to Connor, waitress girl is now vulnerable. It's my opportunity to pounce." Trent proclaimed, ignoring Kurt's protests.
He moved over to the petite brunette, placing a hand to the small of her back and whispering something in her ear. Looking on, Kurt laughed out loud at the pained expression that formed on Trent's face when the girl crushed his foot with her heel before moving to pour coffee for a couple down the other end. Trent hobbled back to their table, glaring at the other three for laughing at him.
"Honestly, I'm gay and I have a better chance at wooing her than either of you." Kurt said. "You boys don't even know how to woo, that's where you're going so disastrously wrong."
"I think I might have a chance." Jake mused watching the girl with interest, eyes studying her hair, eyes and smile rather than admiring how short her skirt and how low her top was. "That's if you clowns haven't blown it for me." He added to Trent and Connor.
"Yeah, go for it J." Connor encouraged. "You haven't banged a girl for weeks. Since she rejected me and T, you've gotta man up and fuck her on our behalf."
"Your treatment of women is awfully offensive." Kurt commented. "I feel disgusted just to be sitting with you."
"We just enjoy sex, what's so wrong with that?" Trent asked with a shrug. "See if you can tap that ass, Jake."
"Shut up." Jake sighed. "Kurt's right, you guys are complete shits. Girls deserve more than the way we treat them."
"Ok, who the fuck are you and what have you done with J?" Connor demanded to know.
"I've matured a little in a short space of time." Jake replied and Kurt knew the maturity had been born from witnessing how broken David had been after Wes had slept with him and initially walked out. "How's my hair, Kurt?" He asked.
"Awful." Kurt answered honestly reaching his hand over to smooth out the sandy-blonde mess as best as he could. "There, that's a little better."
"Ok, here goes." Jake said taking a quick gulp of coffee before walking towards the waitress and standing before her. "Hey, I just wanted to apologise on behalf of my friends. They had no right making such disrespectful comments to you."
"Whatever." She replied. "I'm used to it."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jake told her with a kind smile. "A girl like you deserves to be treated like a princess."
The waitress' lips twitched slightly, as if she was going to laugh at him. Her eyes then moved back to the table to glare at Trent and Connor before casting a friendly expression to Kurt and then looking back at Jake.
"You're sweet." She told him. "Your boyfriend's very lucky. I bet you treat him like a prince."
"I treat him more like an adorable little brother actually." Jake laughed. "He's my roommate at Dalton Academy, not my boyfriend. I love the guy but… being straight, I just don't love the guy."
"Oh," The girl replied looking a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just assumed."
"It's fine." He assured her. "I'm Jake by the way."
"Katy." She answered.
"Beautiful name." Jake complimented. "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to meet you under better circumstances, one where my friends weren't behaving like such douche bags."
"I need to return to work before my boss starts yelling at me." Katy said noticing her boss, a tall moustached man, glaring at her a little.
"Oh, of course." Jake nodded sending her a final smile before moving back to join Kurt, Trent and Connor.
"What the hell?" Trent asked. "You didn't pull her at all."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that." Kurt remarked noticing how Katy was glancing at Jake over her shoulder, a soft sparkle in her eyes.
A little later, just before they left, Katy walked by their table and dropped a napkin in front of Jake. Opening it up, Jake found her name and number scribbled on to it.
"Well done." Kurt congratulated while Connor and Trent looked gob smacked and Jake just looked happy.
Stepping out of the Lima Bean, Connor and Trent walked ahead of them to try their luck with a couple of girls who were accompanied by some other guys.
"Oh no." Kurt commented recognising the girls and the boys surrounding them. "They're going to get themselves murdered."
Before Jake could ask what Kurt meant, Connor let out a screech of pain as he was attacked by Santana and Trent was rambling off apologies as Brittany, Artie, Puck, Sam and Finn all glared at him.
"Ok, everybody just calm down." Kurt called out forcing Santana off of Connor and shoving her towards Puck and Sam so they could hold her back. "Unfortunately, I know these two imbeciles."
"Kurty, how's your sweet little dolphin?" Brittany asked throwing her arms around his neck. "Finn said he…"
Worrying that Brittany was about to blurt out that Blaine had self-harmed, Kurt distracted her with a kiss.
"Wow, you taste like rainbows." Brittany commented looking very dazed before falling down in to Artie's lap.
"Finn, a word." Kurt ordered grabbing his step-brother's arm and pulling him down the road so they were out of earshot. "What the hell gives you the right to tell people about Blaine?" He demanded to know glaring darkly at him.
"Only Brittany knows, I swear." Finn answered cowering under Kurt's heated expression. "I didn't mean for her to find out, it was an accident."
"Explain, right now." Kurt retorted coldly, hands on his hips, shooting daggers at the taller boy.
"At school, Mercedes was yelling at me about what happened." Finn told him. "Brittany was under the piano for some reason and she heard everything. It wasn't my fault. Or Mercedes'. And Britt won't tell anyone."
"She just nearly blurted it out." Kurt reminded him.
"Not intelligently." Finn defended.
"Intentionally." Kurt corrected with a huff. "And how idiotic are you Finn? As sweet as Brittany is she can't keep secrets. My bet is that she's already told Santana and only Gucci knows how many people she's told."
"I haven't told anyone, Hummel." Santana stated and the two boys twisted their heads round, shocked to find her there. "And Brittany hasn't told anyone either. I'll make sure she doesn't accidentally say anything."
"And why should I trust you?" Kurt asked eyeing Santana suspiciously.
"Finn, fuck off for a minute." Santana ordered and Finn shuffled away back to the others. "Look, I won't tell anyone about your posh little boyfriend slashing his wrists up, I promise."
"You didn't answer my question." Kurt pointed out. "Why should I trust you?"
Gripping his arm in a painful grip, Santana pulled him into an alley way out of view and lifted her top up, displaying a series of scars across her chest and stomach.
Kurt's mouth fell open as his eyes took in the old scars before Santana pulled her top back down. He could tell that the scars had been self-made, just like some of Blaine's had been.
"You don't tell anyone about me, I won't tell anyone about him." Santana said.
He only nodded, staring at her with shock and sympathy, wondering why she of all people had resorted to such measures in the past.
"Oh don't you dare get all mushy." Santana hissed noticing the tears brimming in Kurt's eyes. "It's all in the past. I'm over it ok. And don't worry about Britt. If she's been able to keep quiet about me for so long then she can keep quiet about your boy-toy too."
"You're beautiful, Santana." Kurt told her capturing her in a hug. "Don't ever forget that."
"Oh yuck." Santana scoffed shoving him off of her and walking back to the rest of the group.
Following after the Latina, Kurt caught a look of understanding from Brittany and Puck. Clearly Brittany had guessed what Santana had told and shown him and Puck obviously knew about Santana's issues too. He looked to Finn, wondering why there was nothing in his face to suggest he knew about Santana's past self-injury. He could only assume that Santana had kept her torso covered when they had slept together or that Finn just hadn't noticed.
"We should get back to Dalton." Jake said from where he was leaning against the wall beside Puck.
"Yes, good idea. We'll meet you there." Trent said before he and Connor hurried away, Santana calling a final insult out to them.
"Kurt, are we cool?" Finn asked.
Kurt shared a small look with Santana before stepping up to Finn and pulling him in for a hug.
"We're cool." Kurt confirmed. "Sorry I got mad."
"I'm sorry for… everything." He mumbled in response.
"Hey, none of it was your fault." Kurt told him and most of the others looked confused as to what they were talking about but nobody asked for an explanation. "Send dad and Carole my love. Come on Jake."
"Right, good meeting you dude." Jake said to Puck as the two shared a man-hug. "Good luck with that Lauren chick."
"Good luck with Katy." Puck replied. "And take care of my boy Kurt."
Jake and Kurt made their goodbyes before setting off together back to Dalton Academy, Jake commenting on how cool a guy Puck was.
"Yes, I always thought the two of you would get along." Kurt said.
XXX
Finally, it was Saturday and Kurt was waiting in the parking-lot along with Wes and David for Blaine to pull up. The evening before, Kurt, Blaine and his dad had had a long discussion before agreeing that returning to school would be in Blaine's best interests.
"David, will you stand still for more than five seconds?" Wes asked as his boyfriend jumped around as he anxiously awaited Blaine's arrival.
"Sorry, but Blaine's coming and I'm really excited." David replied and Kurt and Wes shared a look, both seeing that innocent statement in a dirty way. "What should we do when he gets here? I know it's still going to be hard but we can ease him back into the Dalton lifestyle."
"David, just stop talking." Kurt advised. "Because everything you say is sounding rude."
"What? How?" David asked.
"Coming. Excited. Hard." Wes listed as an answer.
"Oh yeah." David laughed still dancing from foot to foot.
David started singing to himself, not an actual song, just something he was making up as he went along, all about how Blaine was coming back.
"Blaine's gotta get back to Dalton," David improvised, deliberately singing badly out of tune, making Kurt and Wes wince. "He's gotta get back to school, we need Blaine back at Dalton, where everybody knows that he's cool. Blaine likes witches and wizards, and magical beasts, and blow-jobs from Kurt and his red vine treats, we're all that he loves and we're all that he needs, at Dalton, Dalton!"
Wes silenced David with a kiss and Kurt shook his head fondly at the pair before looking out to the gates, waiting for Blaine to arrive. A few cars travelled by, and Kurt was disappointed every time he realised it wasn't Mr. Anderson driving Blaine back. Finally, Kurt's ears perked up to the sound of a car engine and this time, it was the Anderson's.
"It's him." Kurt exclaimed happily and Wes and David broke their make-out session to look.
"Yes!" David cried running out towards the car, Mr. Anderson having to break suddenly so as not to run him over. "Blaine's back and it's totally awesome!" David proclaimed in a sing-song voice.
He pulled the passenger door open and helped Blaine out then lifted him into his arms and spun him around, pressing kisses to the side of his face.
"Should I be jealous?" Kurt asked as he and Wes made their way over.
"I don't know, but I certainly am." Wes commented. "Hey, that's enough." Wes reprimanded smacking David's bum.
"Sorry." David apologised letting Blaine go and giving Wes' ass a generous squeeze.
"Good to have you back, Blaine." Wes said hugging the shorter boy. "If you don't feel comfortable returning to Warbler practice right away then that's completely understandable." Wes bit down on his lower lip, obviously preventing himself from saying something like 'but please say you'll come to rehearsal, you're a star and we need you to perform.'
"Just try and stop me from me singing." Blaine responded with a bright smile clapping Wes' shoulder before finally turning to his boyfriend and stepping into one another's arms. "Hey honey, miss me?"
"Hardly noticed you were gone." Kurt lied and Blaine laughed, knowing it was a joke.
"I need to get going, son." Mr. Anderson said. "You take care of yourself now. Just call me whenever you need me."
"Try not to worry about me, dad." Blaine replied hugging his father. "I've got great support here."
"I know you do." Mr. Anderson said pulling away and nodding to the other three boys. "I love you, Blaine." David coughed pointedly. "Oh for goodness sake, I love you too David." He sighed with a roll of his eyes but David beamed happily. "You kids be good."
They waved Mr. Anderson off before Kurt took Blaine's hand and they entered the school building together, Wes and David right behind them. As they moved through the corridors, a number of people stopped to welcome Blaine back. A few asked where he had been and Blaine convincingly lied about being ill before smoothly changing the conversation and successfully distracting them.
Finally, they made it to Wes and David's room. The owners of the room made themselves comfortable on Wes' bed while Kurt and Blaine sat on David's.
"It's great that you're back." David gushed bouncing on the mattress like a child that had eaten too much sugar. "I mean its good right, better? I'm glad you're back. Are you happy to be back? This is good right?"
"Yes." Blaine confirmed. "It's good that I'm back."
Wes struck up a conversation about the Warbler's, informing Blaine of all he had missed and David slowly calmed down from his overexcitement. Kurt just kept gazing happily at Blaine, always touching him somehow, and glad to be near him again.
"Sorry to be rude," David said later on and Wes tensed, wondering what his boyfriend might say. "I really am glad you're back Blaine, but I'd really like Wes to fuck me right now so… unless you wanna watch or join in, I suggest you and Kurt leave."
"They are not watching us." Wes hissed looking mortified.
"And I don't share." Kurt said possessively wrapping his arms around Blaine.
"Well get out then." David replied already half stripped and trying to get Wes out of his pants.
"We're going, we're going." Kurt cried hurrying out of the dorm room with Blaine and following the shorter boy to his single room. "Well, had we witnessed that act I'm sure I'd be scarred for life as a consequence." Kurt giggled but his laughter died when he caught the uncomfortable expression on Blaine's face, and realised the idiocy in his word choice. "Oh baby, I didn't mean… shit, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Blaine told him. "Don't worry."
"I'm really sorry." Kurt apologised again. "I should just… not be allowed to verbally communicate for a while."
"Kurt, its fine. Honestly." Blaine assured him pecking his lips and resting his hands at his waist. "So, what are you doing tonight?"
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.
"Well, are you going to stay in your room with Jake or… would you like to stay with me?" Blaine questioned. "You know, just to… hold me in case I have another nightmare."
"I don't know." Kurt responded. "I don't think I trust myself to only hold you."
Blaine lowered his face to the floor before looking up at Kurt through his eyelashes. Raising his chin, he pressed his mouth against Kurt's before leading him to the bed. Only breaking their kisses in order to breathe, Blaine removed Kurt's shirt and the countertenor ground his lower body down against Blaine's.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked. "How far is this going?"
"I… I'm not ready for… that." Blaine told him. "But I want… I want… something."
"Ok." Kurt nodded sitting up so he was straddling the darker-haired boy's waist. "Can I?" He asked moving his fingers to the buttons of Blaine's cardigan. Blaine nodded and helped his boyfriend to remove the clothing item. "Blaine?" Kurt asked again, moving his hands to the bottom of Blaine's t-shirt.
"It's ok." Blaine told him quietly with a small smile and Kurt pulled his top off, exposing the scarred flesh of his arms and torso.
"So beautiful." Kurt whispered leaning back down to kiss his boyfriend, letting out a pleasured hiss at the skin-on-skin contact.
He roamed his hands over Blaine's flesh, sub-consciously tracing the patterns of the raised bumps that scarred his body. They continued rubbing their clothed erections together, both of them finding their pants becoming increasingly tight.
"Can you… mmm, can you get it out?" Blaine asked and Kurt moved away for a few moments to kick off his trousers and then, after receiving a nod of permission, strip off Blaine's. "Please Kurt, let me see it." Blaine begged.
Feeling a little bit shy under Blaine's burning gaze, Kurt slipped off his underwear, revealing his full nudity to his boyfriend. He gasped in delight when Blaine coiled his fingers around his cock and had to work hard to get his breathing under control before he embarrassed himself by coming too early.
He moved so he was on his side, next to Blaine on the mattress. Their mouths returned to one another as Blaine pumped his hand up and down Kurt's length. Kurt moaned, rocking into the touch as he moved his own hand down to cup Blaine through the fabric of his underwear.
"T-touch me." Blaine stuttered out and Kurt snaked his hand under the material to take Blaine's thick member in his hand. "I've never… I've never done this before." Blaine told him.
"It's ok, me neither." Kurt pointed out before using his free hand to rid Blaine of his underwear.
"Can I try something?" Blaine asked huskily.
"Of course." Kurt answered, his voice shaking a little.
Blaine pulled his hand away from Kurt's member, causing him to whimper at the loss. He then moved down the bed so that his mouth was by Kurt's cock, and his legs were either side of Kurt, his balls hanging in the pale boy's eyes and his own cock in Kurt's face. The sixty-nine position.
Realising what Blaine wanted, Kurt made the first move and rested his hands over the swell of Blaine's ass as he took Blaine's junior warbler into his mouth. A moan sounded from Blaine's throat, vibrating along Kurt's manhood before Blaine engulfed Kurt's length.
Things started off a little awkward and both boys gagged a few times, but they eventually found a rhythm that suited for them and worked to get one another off. As it happened, Kurt preferred to spit while Blaine liked to swallow.
To Be Continued
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