Chapter 25

"Morning, Gorgeous."

The feel of Blaine's body heat and the weight of his body partially on top of him had never been more comforting to Kurt. It used be forbidding and unwanted. It was strange, how things changed. In all rights, Kurt should hold nothing less than resentment if not all out hate for Blaine, but he couldn't. In fact, he felt the exact opposite.

"Is that my new nickname?" Kurt said.

"I'm just saying what I see," Blaine said.

"Hmm… flattery will get you everything."

"A blowjob?" Blaine asked, voice lilted with wonder.

"Do you want a blowjob?" Kurt asked.

"I want to give you a blowjob."

"Well," Kurt said, "By all means."

Blaine shifted down the bed. Kurt discovered that was one good way to wake up in the morning.

…

In a post-orgasm haze, Blaine whispered to Kurt that he was meeting with Wes this morning and that Kurt could join them for breakfast whenever he felt like he could make it out of bed. Eventually Kurt was able to drag himself out of bed and back to his own room to get dressed. Did he take a little more care than usually with the arrangement of his clothes and hair… maybe, but who had to know but him.

Wes and Blaine were engaged in a quiet conversation when Kurt entered the dining room, but Blaine excused himself from it the moment he saw Kurt.

"Morning," Kurt said with a grin.

"Morning," Blaine echoed him, giving him a peck on the mouth. "Again," he whispered, a tricky grin on his face, and Kurt knew exactly what he was referring. He went a little pink.

Wes was eyeing them confused and intrigued. "Happily reunited then?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, fairly breathless, unable to look away from Blaine, especially with the way Blaine was looking at him.

"Should I leave?" That was Wes again, this time he sounded amused.

"No, no, it's fine," Blaine said, and the two were able to disengage enough to take separate seats, though Kurt felt Blaine's hand on his knee under the table as soon as they sat.

"I'm not interrupting anything important, right?" Kurt asked.

"We're just discussing you-know-who at the moment," Wes said.

"Sebastian?" Kurt questioned with a raised eyebrow. "You know I'm not traumatized enough that I can't stand to hear his name."

"Well, then, he and his people have been silent since your rescue."

"Licking his wounds, no doubt," Kurt said bitterly.

"You would know better than anyone."

"But it's only been two days, what's the big deal?"

"Everything matters," Wes said. "He's already pushed a lot further than we presumed he would dare."

"The thing is, Kurt," Blaine said, "We might've won this game, but the fact that Sebastian even stepped up to it for the way he did, well…"

"So… you don't want to underestimate him again?" Kurt said.

Blaine smiled at him, pleased. "Exactly."

Wes stood from his seat and picked up his jacket from the back. "Well, I'll go do that thing we talked about," he said, giving Blaine a certain type of look that come across as mildly annoyed.

"What're your plans for the day," Blaine asked once Wes had departed, moving his hand from Kurt's knee to hold his nearest hand instead.

"I'm going to call my dad later, but other than that, nothing really."

"Keep tonight free," Blaine said.

"Oh, wait, I forgot, I totally had plans to go out and paint the town red all by myself," Kurt teased.

"Well, trust me," Blaine said, lifting Kurt's hand to his mouth, brushing his lips against Kurt's knuckles. Kurt raised an eyebrow. "It will be worth changing your plans… you look lovely this morning, by the way."

Kurt knew it was worth the extra effort this morning.

…

Kurt was unduly anxious, as he waited for the evening to come. In fact, the rest of the day seemed to stretch long in between breakfast and then. It didn't help that Kurt didn't get to see Blaine was busy in his office, and Kurt didn't think interrupting him just because he was bored was appropriate.

As dusk approached, Kurt wished that Blaine had given him an exact time. He banged his head against the pillow, dropping the novel he had grown bored with over half an hour and half a chapter ago onto the mattress. There was a knock on his door. He sprung from bed with a "coming," but when he opened the door there was no one there.

But there was a single red rose lying on the carpet outside his door. He crouched down and picked it up. On its stem was a tag that red in cursive "follow the roses." Kurt glanced down the hall to see that there was another rose lying on the floor, several feet away.

Kurt could already tell this would be the single cheesiest experience of his life, but he already loved it.

That second rose lay at the corner of the hallway, so he picked it up and followed the turn to the steps where a rose balanced on top of the banister. Another lay on the bottom step. Kurt descended the stairs and collected it.

Standing in the always empty Ming vase on the hall table was the next rose. On the hardwood flower a few yards away down the corridor was the sixth. Now Kurt had a half dozen. Further down the hall was another on the floor. Kurt wondered where he was headed. He was well past the dining room.

The eighth rose lying across the handles of the double doors leading out onto the back yard. Kurt added it to his growing bouquet and went out the back door. There, standing just past the end of the patio, was Blaine, holding the remaining four roses awkwardly in a fist, but otherwise looking dapper and rather pleased to see Kurt.

"Hey," he said, a smile widening on his face at the sight of Kurt.

Kurt felt his face squinting up in a grin. "Hey," he responded, taking the last few steps needed for them to be together. "So far it has been worth cancelling my plans."

"Here," Blaine said, passing over the last of the flowers. Kurt added them to the others, which he held in the crook of one arm. He lifted the bunch to his nose to smell. "No one's ever gotten me roses before."

"I would have gotten more, but Wes said more than a dozen was overkill, though," he lowered his voice and spoke, "between you and me, I think Wes is worried his wife will find out."

"A dozen is perfect," Kurt said, giving Blaine a peck on the cheek. In that motion, he spied something he had missed before, eyes having zeroed in on Blaine and only Blaine. On the grass behind him was spread a blanket, accompanied a basket and a few throw pillows.

"We're having a picnic?" Kurt said, sounding more excited that he had planned, but he didn't regret the potential childish of it when Blaine's smile light up his eyes at Kurt's reaction.

Blaine offered a hand to help Kurt to the ground and followed him thusly. Blaine opened the basket and procured two stemmed flutes and a corked glass bottle.

"Is that champagne?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and he took care to open it.

Blaine nodded and Kurt dived his face behind his hands.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, suddenly anxious.

"It's just…," Kurt started, still hiding his face behind his hands. "Everything tonight has been so cliché, and I should think it's terribly contrived, but instead I love it." He peaked his eyes over his fingers. He could feel his face heating up.

Blaine looked both relieved and amused, but when he spoke next, it was all silky and serious. "You deserve only the best clichés, Kurt."

Kurt went even redder and covered his eyes again too.

"Oh, no, come on." Blaine gently cajoled Kurt's hands away from his face. He slipped a now filled glass into Kurt's hand. "A toast, to tonight."

Kurt downed his drink, for he needed something that would calm his nerves. Blaine chuckled at the sight of it and refilled Kurt's glass.

It was growing darker around them, dusk fading quickly into evening. The sky a pretty hue of grayish-blue with the last touches of sun's orange.

"I got something special for dinner," Blaine said.

"Something more special than Mrs. Hudson usually fixes?"

"Exactly, that was the trick. When the food is always perfect, how I do I find something special for a special dinner… so I had Wes look up your credit card and debit card histories to see what foods were your favorite."

"Aw, I've never found stalking so cute before," Kurt said cheekily.

"So I got stuff from you're favorite restaurant."

"And what's my favorite restaurant?" Kurt asked, a little confused.

"Breadstix?" Blaine said, now just as confused.

Realization dawned on Kurt's face. "Oh, I like Breadstix, but did you ever consider that I went there so much because it was convenient and cheap?"

"Uh, no?"

"Oh my god, you're so rich you didn't even think about that, did you?"

Blaine didn't answer.

"This is great," Kurt said positively bouncing with excitement. "You have to try the breadsticks. They're awful!"

He started scrounging through the basket and pulled down the container of breadsticks. "Here," he offered one to Blaine.

"Why're you so excited about bad food?" Blaine asked with a scrunched up nose.

"Try it!"

Blaine weighed the breadstick in hand and then took a bite. As he chewed, his made a disgusted face. "They taste like chalk with garlic on them."

"I know, right?" Kurt said.

"Why do people eat these?" Blaine asked, incredulous.

"Because they're endless."

Blaine made to stand. "If the rest of the food will be this bad, I'm going to get us something else –"

"No," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine and pulling him back down onto the blanket. "This is perfect, in an entirely uncliche way."

"Alright, alright, let's eat."

The two of them made their way through the meal, the cheesecake at the end being a particular highlight. They had more than a few glasses of champagne and became quite giggling because of it. After they were done eating, Blaine cleared the food away and set up a few throw pillows down for them to lie down on.

"Wow, you can really see the stars from here?" Kurt said. They were laid out on the blanket, staring up at the night sky. Blaine had one arm wrapped underneath Kurt's shoulders.

"Being outside city limits has its perks," Blaine said.

"It's beautiful."

"Hmmm."

Kurt shivered.

"You cold?" Blaine asked.

"I don't want to go inside," Kurt said.

The laid like that, longer, staring into the deepening night sky and at the crescent moon and the heaven hung with stars.

"Blaine," Kurt said, staring still straight up. "I l—"

Blaine curled over and pressed two fingers to Kurt's lips, effectively silencing him. "Don't. Don't say it."

When Blaine's fingers dropped away, Kurt asked, "Why not?"

"Please, just don't."

"Okay," Kurt said, unsure. They settled back down against the pillows and picnic blanket, but things for Kurt felt sour.

"Blaine?" he asked into the air.

"It's not you," Blaine replied quickly.

"… I'm cold," Kurt said.

"Here, I brought an extra blanket."

Aki- Wow, it was fluffy and then I just punched you in the gut, huh.

Also, Hurricane Sandy might knock out my power so if there is a delay in my next update, it is not my fault.