So, I love you all for every single one of your reviews, but that's nothing new, but it is still true. :) Thank you! Please continue to send me reviews, I love receiving them. :)
SO the most common answer was Rachel/Mr Schue, but that wasn't the couple I was thinking of! Some of you got it: Jeremiah and Blaine. Some of you also said Kurt and Finn while Kurt had a crush on him, which was interesting to me, because I didn't think of that one but I do agree with it. So well done to anyone who got either of those answers :)
ALSO, I am sorry for the wait on this, but ff . net wouldn't let me log in last night so I couldn't update! I'm really sorry, but the next chapter will be up tomorrow as usual. If you want a preview, leave me a review and I will send you one!
This chapter is unbeta'd so I apologise for any mistakes! Thank you so much for reading and please send me a review if you have a second to do so. A few words completely brightens up my day :)
Chapter twenty nine
"Blaine, we have a problem."
When Kurt voiced this, many scenarios flashed through Blaine's mind. We need to break up, I need time apart – or, the worst of them all – I don't love you anymore. What he certainly did not expect Kurt to say was his next words.
"A 16 year old has a crush on me."
Blaine spluttered into his cup of coffee, placing it on the table and coughing. Kurt crossed the room, patting his boyfriend's back.
"Breathe, Blaine!" Kurt yelped.
His boyfriend gasped for air, eventually managing to gain control. He turned to Kurt, wide-eyed. "How the hell did you get a 16 year old admirer?" He exclaimed, voice hoarse.
Kurt shrugged, smirking. "What can I say, babe? I'm in high demand."
Blaine narrowed his eyes, giving his boyfriend a withering look. "You could have at least gone for an older man," he pointed out.
Kurt pretended to consider this. "Yeah, I suppose legal would have been wise."
"You're telling me," Blaine scoffed, but he wound an arm around Kurt's middle, pulling him close. "So, I think I might have an idea who it might be," Blaine admitted, nudging the side of Kurt's neck with his nose.
His boyfriend snuggled closer to him, sighing contentedly as Blaine pressed a kiss to the skin of Kurt's neck. "Really?" Kurt mumbled, somewhat distracted.
"Mmm," Blaine murmured, biting down on his boyfriend's porcelain skin.
Kurt let out a low moan, turning in Blaine's arms and capturing his boyfriend's lips in a searing kiss. Blaine responded eagerly, winding his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling his boyfriend into his lap. Kurt straddled Blaine's hips, throwing his arms around his boyfriend's neck and angling his head to deepen the kiss. Blaine moaned, fisting his hands in the back of Kurt's shirt and tugging him closer.
Kurt smiled into the kiss, biting down on his boyfriend's bottom lip and eliciting a small whine from him. Blaine, never breaking the kiss, stood up and Kurt instinctively wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist. Blaine turned, pressing Kurt down onto the sofa and moving his mouth to Kurt's neck, kissing down the column of skin.
He was losing himself in the sensation, twisting his fingers in Blaine's curls but he froze as his boyfriend murmured a few fatal words against his skin.
"It's Mark, isn't it?"
Kurt's whole body tensed and he pushed Blaine away, shooting him a look of disgust. "And the mood is gone," he said, darkly.
"It is him, though, isn't it?" Blaine asked, smirking as he leant up to kiss his boyfriend, but Kurt pushed him away again.
"Yes, and it's not funny," Kurt retorted heatedly.
Blaine bit his lip, stifling a chuckle and tried to contort his face into one of sincerity, "No, of course not."
Kurt smacked his arm indignantly. "Blaine! This is serious!"
Blaine's expression suddenly turned solemn. "As long as you don't elope with him, I have no problem."
Kurt fixed him with a glare and after a few minutes, Blaine relented.
"Well, of course, you have to set him straight," he said.
Kurt nodded. "I know. But how?" He sighed, dropping his head into his hands.
Blaine placed a comforting arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "When I was 15, I had a huge crush on an older man," he admitted, cheeks flushing.
Kurt looked up at him in surprise. "I did, too, but I think everyone fancied Neil Patrick Harris," he replied, smirking.
Blaine gave him a reproachful look. "I'm being serious, Kurt!"
"Oh," he looked surprised, "who?"
"The junior manager of the GAP, Jeremiah," Blaine murmured, his entire face crimson by this point.
"Aw," Kurt cooed. "That's adorable." Then he stopped, "Oh my God, not the guy from the Lima Mall?"
Blaine nodded, casting a confused look at his boyfriend. "Have you seen him before?"
"Who hasn't? His hair was practically a criminal offence. I'm disgusted by your lack of taste," Kurt told him, raising an eyebrow.
"You're insulting yourself there, babe," Blaine reminded him.
Kurt looked affronted. "Well obviously, your taste has dramatically improved since then."
"Obviously," Blaine echoed, grinning and tightening his hold on his boyfriend, pulling Kurt against his chest.
"What did you do?" Kurt asked after a few minutes.
Blaine let out a groan. "Oh, God, please don't make me tell you."
Kurt's face lit up. "Go on," he begged, grinning.
"I – um, I got the Warblers to serenade him on Valentine's Day, led by me, of course," Blaine muttered, darkly.
His boyfriend's mouth dropped open. "You didn't," he gasped.
"I did," Blaine assured him.
"What song?" Kurt asked, still gawping.
"When I Get You Alone," Blaine replied, chuckling slightly at the memory.
"That figures," Kurt snorted. "You're so Top 40."
"Just be glad it wasn't Katy Perry," Blaine told him, smirking.
"Mm," Kurt hummed his agreement. "How did it go?" He asked after a few moments of reflective silence.
"It wasn't exactly what you'd call a success," Blaine admitted, "No one at work knew he was out."
Kurt snorted. "With that hair, I think they knew."
Blaine couldn't contain his laughter at that. "You're not going to let this hair thing go, are you?"
"Nope, it really was hideous," Kurt shook his head, but then his expression turned serious. "But honestly, Blaine, if Mark sings Robin Thicke to me, it is very probable that I will die."
Blaine snorted with laughter. "Kurt, I highly doubt that he will do that."
"It's not so impossible," his boyfriend reminded him, "you did it."
Blaine scowled. "Yes, and the whole of Ohio saw what an idiot I was," he retorted.
Kurt hid his smirk. "I think it's adorable," he admitted.
His boyfriend rolled his eyes. "Of course you do." He looked up at Kurt, his expression earnest. "But honestly, babe, you have to talk to him."
"I know," Kurt wailed. "But how do I say I'm-not-interested-in-you-because-it's-paedophilic-and-I'm-in-love-with-my-gorgeous-boyfriend?"
Blaine smiled at this. "We'll figure something out," he assured Kurt, kissing him. "We always do."
Kurt sat down opposite Mark in the living room, wringing his hands together nervously. He cleared his throat, trying to find words.
Mark seemed to find them first. "Is everything OK, Kurt?" He asked.
Kurt nodded, and then he shook his head before nodding again. He sighed, desperately attempting to gather his thoughts. "No," he eventually decided.
"What is it?" Mark asked, moving from his seat to sit beside Kurt. He reached out to place his hand in Kurt's, but the older man pulled away.
"This!" He exclaimed, gesturing to how close together they were.
Mark looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I heard you yesterday," Kurt explained, dropping his head into his hands. "I heard what you said to your friends. About me, us. But there isn't an us, so I don't know why you were talking about it."
Mark's expression was stricken. "Kurt, I didn't –"
"Mark, I don't know what you thought was happening here," Kurt cut him off, "but I'm your friend, your mentor. Someone to help you, guide you. You were never meant to develop feelings for me."
"I…I just really like you, Kurt," Mark admitted. "Simply put, I'm in love."
Kurt groaned, shutting his eyes and trying to compose himself. "No, you're not, Mark," he insisted.
"Kurt," Mark's tone was imploring, "We have something. Don't throw it away because I'm in high school. I'm not that much younger than you."
"We don't have anything, Mark!" Kurt snapped. In an instant, his mind jolted back to the past year, and a particularly prominent memory that had yet to rid itself from his mind.
"Kurt," Dave said, softly, "I think we should call it off."
His head snapped up. "Call what off?" Kurt asked, brow furrowing in confusion.
"This," Dave gestured limply between the two of them, "us."
Kurt exhaled sharply. "Why?" was all he managed to say.
Dave seemed to consider this. "I really, really like you, Kurt," he implored, "But I can't deal with all this family shit."
Kurt looked stricken. "You're breaking up with me because my dad's sick?" He echoed, tone coloured with disbelief.
David shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "Well, no. I just can't deal with all the emotions you have right now. I can't support you. I don't understand any of it. You're all upset right now and we haven't even touched in about a week. You're only thinking about your dad right now, not me."
Kurt slapped Dave clear across the face, his jaw set. "You are disgusting," he said, "Of course I won't have sex with you – my father is dying, so I'm sorry if getting naked isn't my top priority." He took a step back, breathing deeply. "I'm sorry," he backtracked, "I'm sorry. Don't do this, Dave. We can make it work. We have something. Don't throw it away."
Dave raised his eyebrows, one cheek still bright red from the impact of the slap. "Look, this was fun, but that's all it ever was. We don't have anything, Kurt."
He was jolted back into reality by Mark shaking his shoulder. "Kurt," he said. "Kurt, don't do this."
Kurt took a deep, steadying breath. "Mark, I know how hard this is," he replied. When the boy looked disbelieving, he continued, "Honestly, I do. I've been through break ups before. I've had relationships that were completely a figment of my imagination and then I've been completely surprised when the other person doesn't reciprocate."
Mark looked up at him. "You don't reciprocate?" He echoed.
Kurt shook his head. "I'm so sorry, Mark."
The boy took a deep breath. "I made it all up in my head, didn't I?"
Kurt's breath was knocked from his body as another memory engulfed him.
"Kurt, this wasn't real," Dave told him, "We were never boyfriends, nor were we in love."
"I made it all up in my head, didn't I?" Kurt asked rhetorically, bowing his head.
"This wasn't a real relationship," Dave said, "This was fun. Meaningless. Pretend."
Kurt winced, reaching out a hand to pat Mark's shoulder. "It happens to all of us," he assured him. "It'll be OK. You'll meet someone great, I promise. Someone who's your age, and available," Kurt smiled reassuringly at him.
"I don't want anyone else," Mark said, mournfully.
"Not right now, you don't," Kurt agreed, "but soon enough, you will. OK?"
Mark nodded, glancing up at Kurt. "OK."
"And until you do, I'm here for you," he reminded him, but then Kurt's tone turned serious, "platonically, of course."
Mark chuckled, "Of course."
TBC...
Aw, I love Kurt. I really don't blame Mark; I'm a 15 year old girl and I'd want Kurt to be my boyfriend. And Blaine. Am I allowed both?
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