Yay! Chapter 28!
Thank you all for being so patient with me:3 and also, the other day I was piddling around on the interwebs and I found Milly. No seriously, I came across this picture and it was exactly how I pictured Milly to look like. So if you want to look here's a link: image (.) shutterstock (.) com/display_pic_with_logo/71141/71141,1236804721,1 stock-photo-adorable-dark-haired-little-girl-with-curly-hair-smiling-on-black-background-26486854
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Ignore the huge "shutterstock" lines on her face, lol.
Enjoy the chapter!
Later that night, while Blaine's parents sat on the couch together watching some crime show, Blaine crept up the stairs and into Milly's room, finding her awake and reading a book. Flops was laying on the bed by her feet, and his tail gave a lazy thump as he saw Blaine enter.
"Hi, Blaine," greeted Milly, not taking her eyes off the book. Apparently, her book was more interesting than her brother.
Blaine took a deep breath and sat down beside her, attempting to gently pry the book from her hands. She resisted and whined loudly, and Blaine immediately let go, not wanting to attract their parents' attention. "Milly," he started, "I need to talk to you. Please put the book down."
Milly held her finger up, and Blaine sighed, looking down at his hands. She lifted the book close to her face, and Blaine guessed she was speed reading, because not even a minute later, the book was slammed shut and she folded her hands in her lap. "How can I help you?"
"Okay, remember how I told you not to tell Mom and—"
"I didn't tell them!" She exclaimed indignantly, sitting up straight.
Blaine held his hands up in defense. "I know, I know! I was not trying to question your ability to keep a secret! But I just wanted to make sure that you understand that you can never tell them—" he stopped himself. That sounded terrible even to his own ears. "You can't tell them until I tell them, okay?"
"Okay," she answered simply and reached for her book, but Blaine grabbed it before she could and set it behind him, out of her reach.
"Hey!" She pouted, folding her arms against her chest.
"I don't think you're getting how important this is—" Blaine started. Why couldn't she understand the gravity of this?
"Blaine, are you okay? You're kind of freaking me out. And the dog, he's looking at you funny." Sure enough, Flops had his head up, his droopy eyes seemed to be giving Blaine a look.
"Just—Milly. You can't tell them." Blaine finished.
"I know, Blaine. You told me like, a million times now. I get it." She rolled her eyes. "Wait, why can't I tell them again?"
Blaine considered this for a moment. He couldn't really tell her that there was a chance that her older brother would not be very welcome in their house anymore, or at least by their mother anyway. "Because," he started, hoping that she would be satisfied with a vague answer, "it's complicated. But I think you would understand that if you told on me, then a lot of people will be upset with me, okay?"
"Is kissing Kurt really that bad?" asked Milly, seemingly at awe with this.
"Uh—to me, no. To everyone else, yes."
"But Kurt doesn't seem bad."
"It's not because Kurt is bad, per se." Blaine started, and he brought his legs up onto the bed crossing his legs up under him. "It's that other people don't like to, uh, to see two boys kissing," he managed to get out, feeling an embarrassed flush on his face. This was never a conversation he pictured having with Milly, or anybody actually.
"Oh," Milly said, looking puzzled. "Why don't they like it?"
Blaine looked around the room, because, wait a second—why did people mind it? Blaine had never really thought about it, all he had ever thought about was how to hide this from everybody (which turned out swell) and not why. Why did he have to act "straight" in school? And most of all, why did everyone even care?
"Because, people are afraid of what's different than them." Blaine said quietly.
Milly seemed to mull this over in her head, and nodded, as if coming to a conclusion. "That's stupid," she stated, her hand reaching over to scratch Flops behind the ears.
"I know," Blaine laughed. "It is stupid, but that's the way it is."
"So is Kurt your girlfriend?" Milly asked distractedly. She wriggled out of her place under the bed covers and laid down next to Flops, giggling when the dog placed a paw on her stomach and tried to lick her face.
"What—? No! Kurt is boy, which would make him my boyfriend."
"Oh, okay."
Blaine reached out to pet Flops on the belly, and then placed the book that he took by Milly's pillow. He got up to leave, but not before his talkative sister could get in another question.
"Can two boys have a baby?" She asked, looking up at Blaine. By the look on her face, Blaine could tell it was a serious question, and he stumbled around for words.
"Uh, well. No, Milly. They can't—"
"Why not?"
Oh my god. "Uh, boys don't have—uh." He brought his hands up and rubbed his face, trying to hold back the hysteric laughter bubbling up inside him. "You need a girl and a boy to make a baby."
"Could Kurt be the girl?"
"No," Blaine said firmly. "And don't ever say that in front of him or you will get me in big trouble."
"More trouble than you will get in if I tell that you were kissing him?"
Blaine thought about this for a moment. "Yes," he said firmly.
"Oh, okay. Wait," she said, pointing at Blaine. "Could you have a baby?"
Blaine shook his head, completely bewildered. "No! Milly, I'm a boy too! Only women can get pregnant!"
"Why?"
Blaine couldn't help but let out a laugh, because just oh my god. Surely he knew that only women could get pregnant when he was Milly's age, had this girl been living in a bubble her whole life? Either that or she's less observant than I thought. Blaine realized that maybe that's to his advantage
"You're in like what—first grade now?"
"Second!"
"Okay, well. I'm sure they will explain to you why that is soon enough. And remember, no telling anyone about Kurt—" he paused, "and if you see him again never call him a girl. If you do both of these then I clean your room, remember?"
"And buy me chocolate and be on my team for monopoly." She reminded him.
"Yeah, and those," Blaine sighed. He would do whatever it took to keep her mouth shut. "Goodnight Milly."
OOOOOOOOOO
The first morning of break, Blaine slept in until noon. For once, he had woken up completely awake, and he rolled over, stretching his legs and reaching over to his nightstand to pick up his phone.
He opened the text from Finn. There is a god, it read. Blaine squinted his eyes at the message, then held it up closer to his face—maybe he read it wrong. He typed out a quick message back, pregnancy scare and you're not the father? and opened the next one, which was from Kurt.
How was dinner? Did milly say anything? Sorry again :/
The momentary relief that sleep brought him faded away as he was brought back to real life. He had forgotten that his little sister saw him kissing Kurt, and that everything he had tried so hard to keep secret was dependent on an eight year old girl's ability to keep said secret.
No she didn't say anything. Although she did ask me if two boys could have babies. He typed back, smiling a little. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded over to his dresser, his phone in his hand. Grabbing a random outfit, he headed towards the shower.
After turning on the water, he read the message his phone had just received. It turned out to be good news from Finn.
Hahahah youre so funny. But be nice to me because 1. Mom and burt are stuck in DC because of snow and 2. I'm leaving to go over to rachels house and her dads are at some jewish thing. So you and Kurt can have the house
You say this as if Kurt and I are like, needing the house for sex. Which we aren't btw. Although the gesture is appreciated.
Blaine shook his head and climbed in the shower. He heard his phone buzz on the counter, but decided against leaving the warm water. Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and tied a towel around his waist. He wiped his hand across the mirror so he could see his reflection.
His phone buzzed again, and he saw that he had two texts and a missed call. One of the texts was from Finn, who just sent a message full of hahahaha's. The other was from Kurt, inviting him to come over. The missed call was also from Kurt.
Blaine quickly pressed the call back number, and waited for Kurt to answer his phone.
"I hope you didn't tell her that two boys could have babies." Kurt greeted.
"Hello to you, too. And no, I didn't tell her that we could." Blaine said distractedly, searching for his contacts in cabinet under the sink for a new tube of toothpaste. "I mean, if we did. Have sex. We couldn't have babies."
"Yeah, okay, good." Kurt said, and Blaine got the impression that he was being laughed at.
"Anyway," Kurt continued, "Dad and Carole are stuck in Washington because of some snow. Do you want to come over and hang out?"
Blaine searched Kurt's voice for an implication, but he didn't seem to find any. It was hard not to be a little bit disappointed. The lower half of him was screaming that it's been three weeks already! When do the pants come off? And the upper half was still completely struck at the fact that Kurt was actually his boyfriend.
"Yeah, sure!" Blaine said eagerly.
"Cool, see you soon!"
"Bye," Blaine hurriedly hung up and ran out the door and down the stairs before he met anyone else. Car keys in hand, Blaine shut the door as quietly as he could. He pulled out of the driveway with a smile on his face.
OOOOOOOOO
Twenty minutes later, Kurt answered the door, and looked appreciatively at Blaine's outfit.
"That sweater looks awfully good on you." He said, giving Blaine the full up-and-down look. Blaine laughed and walked in the door.
"It does, doesn't it? Someone picked it out for me, but I don't remember who," said Blaine, his nerves still thrummed when Kurt wrapped his arms around him in a 'hello' hug.
"Yes, well. They have wonderful fashion taste." Kurt answered him softly, his fingers teasing gently at the hairs at the nape of Blaine's neck. His fingers absently drew little circles there as he was pulled into a kiss from Blaine. It quickly became heated, and Blaine found himself pushed up against the wall.
The kiss was definitely more intense than anything they had shared before, and Blaine couldn't help the smile that grew on his lips as Kurt's hands went from his neck to his hips because he could totally get used to this wow.
But then Kurt pulled away, his hands still squeezing at Blaine's hips. Blaine whined and pulled Kurt back; pecking his lips four, five times, making Kurt giggle and smile into the kisses.
"Maybe we should-" Blaine laughed as he cut Kurt off with another kiss.
"-go upstairs." Kurt finally got out.
Blaine nodded, and followed Kurt closely up the stairs, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist halfway up the stairwell. His fingers clasped right over Kurt's stomach, holding him close. Blaine closed his eyes and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. It just felt so good, and now that Blaine knew that this was real life and not just some fantasy he had during English class, he couldn't stop himself from taking every opportunity to touch Kurt.
"Oh my god, Blaine. I'm going to fall over and I will crush you." Kurt said, but he allowed himself to be pulled backwards into Blaine's chest.
"I'm pretty sure you couldn't crush me even if you tried," Blaine pointed out, turning Kurt by the shoulders so he was facing him. He placed a soft kiss on Kurt lips.
"You're so-" Kurt scrunched up his nose and waved his hand vaguely, "affectionate today."
"Are you complaining?"
"No, but we do need to make it up the stairs at one point though. I'm making you watch Moulin Rouge."
"Mulan what?"
OOOOOOOOO
The DVD menu flashed across the screen, replaying the theme music in a never-ending loop. Blaine closed his eyes, resting his head on Kurt's headboard, his fingers lazily playing with Kurt's soft hair.
"What do you want to be when you grow up? Or like, when you were little, what did you want to be?" Kurt asked, his eyes closed too. He was curled up to Blaine's side, with his head resting half under Blaine's arm and half on his chest.
"An astronaut." Blaine answered promptly.
"Wait, really?" Kurt asked, shifting so that he could look up at Blaine.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Don't you think that would be cool? To go out in outer space and to look down on the earth?"
"I never really thought about it." Kurt admitted. "I guess I'm more concerned about what's happening down here. Like Broadway and such," he laughed. He then pulled himself closer to Blaine, laying his arm lazily around his stomach; his head now rested fully on Blaine's chest.
"Hm, well. I don't think I'll ever get to be one. Never one for physics, and I'm definitely not, like, adventurous enough or whatever to work for NASA or something. As if they would ever hire me," Blaine said, his eyes closed, completely blissed out at the fact that Kurt was resting on top of him. At the moment, he couldn't care less about the future. In fact—could he just stay here forever?
"What are you talking about—you help me with physics and science-y math all the time." Kurt said, and Blaine heard a smile in his voice. When he peeked his eyes open, he could barely see Kurt biting his lip, and he wondered if Kurt was experiencing the same thing he was. That weird feeling that made it feel like his chest was going to explode at any second.
"I get, like, basic physics. But like crazy rocket science and quantum physics is really not my thing. I like math, and numbers. Very absolute and sure." Blaine said. It was kind of hard to explain how he felt about numbers. He appreciated physics, just like he appreciated history and English, he just didn't enjoy it like he enjoyed math. Blaine liked having the absolution of finishing a problem with a definite answer.
"What colleges did you apply to?" Kurt asked, changing the subject slightly.
"Ohio State, Cleveland University, NYU, Penn State, and okay, don't laugh—Princeton." Blaine said, and he felt his face grow hot. It was kind of embarrassing to admit that he once thought that he had a chance of getting in there.
"Why would I laugh?"
"I don't know. Princeton is a little bit over my head, don't you think?" He said. Kurt lifted his head off of Blaine's chest and gave him that 'look' that Blaine was oddly growing fond of.
"You have to give yourself more credit, Blaine. You're smarter than you think," Kurt said. He leaned up to give Blaine a quick peck on the lips, but Blaine threaded his fingers in Kurt's hair, holding his face near his. Blaine wasted no time in reconnecting their mouths, trying to recreate the passion that they had at the door earlier.
Blaine's eyes closed and he listened to the soft sounds of Kurt's breathing and the gentle rustling of the sheets. Then he was listening to the rapid sound of his heartbeat as Kurt positioned a leg on either side of him, and pulling away to whisper "is this okay?" against Blaine's jaw. He pressed small, open-mouthed kisses against Blaine's jaw.
Blaine's mind had gone completely blank, but he managed to stutter out a, "Oh, it's fine."
Kurt nodded, reattaching his lips to Blaine's, who responded with immediate eagerness, his face lifting up. Blaine's hands awkwardly struggled to find a place to settle; he placed them first on Kurt's hips, then realized that maybe that was too close to his ass, so he slid them up to Kurt's waist, bringing Kurt's shirt up with him.
Immediately, Blaine mentally cursed himself for being stupid, because he was pretty sure they weren't at the stage where they were like, undressing each other, but Kurt surprised him by making a sound that wasn't exactly a moan (but was actually really, really hot) and biting Blaine's bottom lip. And Blaine took this to say, that's okay, now do it again, and Blaine did.
The room felt like it had increased by thirty degrees in the past five minutes, and Blaine felt sweat near his brow and under his arms. His sweater started to feel sticky and constricting. He slowly started to sit up, trying to take off his sweater while keeping his mouth on Kurt's, who actually tried to help Blaine by pushing the material off his arms.
Now free from his sweater, Blaine ran his hands up Kurt's back, which was a little slick with sweat. His hands came to rest high up on Kurt's back, his shirt was almost pushed up to the armpits. Kurt pulled away from Blaine, who thought that he was going to get a nice scolding on how-not-to-touch-your-new-boyfriend, but Kurt took his fingers and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, swiftly pulling it up and over his head.
It landed somewhere to Blaine's left, but he couldn't be bothered to look, because uh, hello there was a shirtless Kurt Hummel on his lap.
Blaine tried to keep his eyes on Kurt's face, which wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Kurt had the most intense, hottest, look on his face. His hair was a little disheveled, his lips red, a light sheen of sweat on his face and his eyes darker than Blaine had ever seen them.
Of course Blaine had to ruin the moment by saying something like, "cool." But luckily Kurt just laughed, a shaky nervous laugh, and leaned back in to kiss Blaine, this time his tongue licking Blaine's bottom lip.
Blaine kept his hands firmly by his side, palms flat on the bed, and Kurt grabbed his hands and placed them on his waist. Blaine opened his mouth to Kurt's tongue, his hands now resting on Kurt's bare waist and oh my god he could only focus on one thing at a time.
Kurt's hands also found the bottom the Blaine's shirt, and he started to pull up slowly, probably giving Blaine time to say no if he wanted to-which Blaine definitely wasn't. Leaning forward, away from the headboard he was laying against, Blaine allowed his shirt to be pulled over his head and threw somewhere next to his sweater.
Kurt was now on his knees, leaning back over his calves. His hands seemed to be a lot less shy than Blaine's, running them down the front of Blaine's chest and then leaning forward to wrap his arms around Blaine, scratching slightly at his back.
Blaine struggled to keep his hips back away from Kurt's, because this could get real embarrassing real fast. He tried to look down past Kurt's face to the crotch of his pants, but he couldn't see and gave up. Besides, he could worry about that later, since Kurt was kissing him the way that could only be described as eating his face- in the best way possible, of course.
Getting lost in the moment, Blaine found his hands wandering back up Kurt's waist and to his chest, stopping right below Kurt's nipples. His fingers felt the outline of Kurt's ribs, and he vaguely thought back to the few pornos he's seen. Guys liked it when their nipples were pinched, right? Yes, yes, they do. Blaine's fuzzy brain told him, and with his finger he gently outlined Kurt's nipple before pinching the bud between his thumb and index finger.
Kurt shuddered and let out a sound that was something between a squawk and a moan- that actually would have been hilarious at any other time except for now.
Blaine quickly pulled his hands away. "Sorry! Oh my god, I am so sorry. That was weird! Sorry!" He leaned his head back against the headboard and inwardly groaned. Why did he have to ruin everything?
"No! No it was fine, just," Kurt took a shaky breath and leaned back on Blaine's legs. "Maybe we should stop. For now," he said, and Blaine saw Kurt's eyes flicker between his face and his crotch and wow this could not get any more embarrassing.
Kurt crawled off Blaine's lap and went to collect his shirt. He picked one off the floor and threw it to Blaine somewhat sheepishly, before picking up his own and pulling it over his head. Blaine pulled on his own shirt, desperately wishing that a black hole would swallow him up right now.
Kurt sat down on the bed next to Blaine. Neither of them said anything for a bit- it was the most awkward two minutes of Blaine's entire eighteen year old life.
"Sorry, about- you know," Blaine started, but Kurt cut him off.
"No! No, it was fine." Kurt said, his face still a little pink. "I mean, I just wasn't expecting it." He paused, "but, yeah, I liked it, and all- um, do you want food?"
Kurt nearly jumped out of the bed with Blaine right behind him.
"Yeah, food sounds great."
OOOOOOOO
When Blaine got home that evening, his family had already sat down for dinner and was hanging around the kitchen. He walked in slowly, a feeling of paranoia set in. What did they talk about during dinner? Did he come up?
But when he walked into the room, no one jumped on him or started yelling. All he got was a "Hey, Blaine," from his mother, who was placing the dishes in the cabinets as they were handed to her by her husband.
Blaine felt relieved and sat down at the counter next to Milly. "What did you guys have for dinner?" he asked, pulling out his phone. He smiled when he saw that he already had a text message from Kurt. is it bad that I already miss you? it read.
Nope cause I definitely feel the same way :) Blaine typed back, a giddy feeling settling in his stomach. He doubted that that feeling would ever go away, even if he dated Kurt for years and years.
"We had pizza," his dad announced, "there's some more in the fridge if you want some."
"No, it's okay. I ate at Finn's," Blaine replied.
"You know, I saw Carole at the grocery store the other day," his mother said randomly. "She was with her step-son, Kurt?"
"Yeah." Blaine said shortly, not looking at his mother. He tried to seem as uninterested as possible—which was kind of a hard thing to do with Kurt. "That's him."
"I liked him," Blaine's father chimed in, leaning against the sink with his arms folded across his chest. He was staring right at Blaine, who refused to look up. Blaine felt as if he was being read, as if his thoughts were in bold print across his face.
"You've met him? I've only seen him once or twice at a football game, I think he's, you know," His mother held up her hand and flipped her hand, implying that Kurt was gay. She closed the dishwasher, pressing a few buttons. Then she took the same stance as her husband, and Blaine felt as if he was being fucking interrogated or something. An irritated feeling came over him, and he wanted to yell at them both to shut up.
Blaine's face burned with embarrassment. This was exactly the type of conversation he was always trying to avoid. He looked to his left, where Milly was sitting dutifully quiet, having not said a word about Kurt. Good.
Blaine could still feel his father's eyes staring at him. He knew he should have felt happy that he didn't say anything about how Kurt was at that one track meet (which Blaine still sometimes still cringes at because they lost), but Blaine just felt himself grow more annoyed. What did his dad want? Blaine to just randomly announce that he and Kurt were dating? Or maybe he just didn't want to get his wife upset again.
But Blaine found it hard to be grateful when he felt that his Dad was putting pressure on him. He gave a pointed look at Milly, who stared innocently back, before leaving the kitchen, throwing an irritated "goodnight" over his shoulder.
"Your grandparents are coming over tomorrow! Be ready to go at eight, we have to pick them up from the airport."
"Okay."
