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Chapter 29

Kurt fixed his hair for the third time. Beside him, Paul tried to hide his smile.

"At what time was he supposed to arrive?" Asked the driver.

"Seven… but there's a strike for… well, for whatever reason they have. They think it will be landing at eight"

"Do you want to grab a coffee? It's cold here"

"No thanks, Paul… If I drink or eat something, I'll end up throwing up… I don't feel right"

"Maybe you're pregnant…" Kurt's face said everything and the driver continued, "Yeah, I know. It was a bad one"

When passengers flying American Airlines from Washington started appearing through those doors, Kurt touched his hair again. And like his heart, it was totally wild.

"There he is" Shouted Paul behind him

And Kurt turned his head at the right time, only to collide with that hazel look that made him shiver. He hadn't slept all night, promising he wouldn't fall on Blaine's arms or pay attention to his hard package.

Anderson came straight towards him. And then, to the surprise of the youngest man, he tried to kiss him. And in spite of being surrounded by that manhood that had managed to make him shudder, Kurt was able to dodge the kiss and transform it into an innocent greeting.

Blaine remained confused and they stared in silence.

"Did you have a good trip, sir?" Paul asked, friendly, taking the bags.

"Horrible. More than fifteen hours of hell"

They started walking towards the car. Blaine tried to grab Kurt by the waist, but, again, he walked away.

The trip to the apartment was long and uncomfortable. Blaine sat in the back with Kurt, observing him during the whole trip.

When they reached the building, Kurt refused to enter.

"I'm staying here. I'll wait for you at the corner bar to fix what's missing"

"Come with me, Kurt" ordered Blaine instead.

But he didn't say it like he used to. On the contrary, it was almost a bitter appeal.

"No, I won't"

"There are things I want you to know, and I can't tell you where others might listen"

Reluctantly, he shared the elevator with Blaine and Paul.

"Do you want me to leave your bags in the bedroom?" Asked Paul

"Leave them there, and hurry to leave before the elevator doors close" ordered Blaine, still staring at Kurt. "Thanks for everything and I'll see you tomorrow"

The man left, but not before giving the couple one last curious look.

And then, after so long, Kurt and Blaine were alone.

Kurt remained still, standing in the middle of the room.

For what seemed like an infinite time, Blaine was dedicated to turning around, taking off his jacket, sweater, shirt, shoes, and throwing them wildly to… well, anywhere, really. And he watched Kurt with desire; he fixed his hazel glint on Kurt's body, in his porcelain skin, in his hair.

'Just say something horrible so I can keep hating you' begged Kurt on his mind.

And Blaine was immediate. "Why don't you sit? It seems that this is going to be like the last time we were together: slow and not too pleasant"

Kurt watched him with and odd feeling inside, but was quiet and firm.

Finally, Blaine stopped moving and faced him.

"I heard you were trying to find out something about Wesley in the monitor circuit. Asking would've been enough"

"Then I must ask-"

"Wesley sold me a video"

Kurt lifted his head to look at Blaine straight in the eye. It was a mistake.

He stared at the floor again and spoke, "A video of Azimio Adams, I assume"

"Of course"

Again his eyes agreed, and this time it seemed to hurt them both, so Blaine moved away, leaning on the couch, almost lying, always staring at Kurt, no matter what.

"You always knew I was investigating him, Kurt. Even before you came to my house… I don't know why you're so surprised-"

The boy lost his patience and again tried to look up, in order to start talking. But he had to look down again. Too many memories, too many feelings, and that perfume was making him mad.

"You knew I was looking for any material that would serve to incriminate him so I can do justice to my husband!"

"And I also know you're a fool, who can't measure the strength of his opponent. And if you aren't careful you will soon fill the grave next to your husband, who you idolize so much"

And those words wounded mortally.

"Are you threatening me, Anderson?"

And as if that gesture could also hurt Blaine, he jumped to approach him. To try to comfort him, taking him in his arms.

"How do you think I could possibly threaten you if all I want is…" He began but when his gaze collided with those innocent blue eyes, he stopped. And for a moment, they met again.

"Why did you go to Washington?"

Blaine turned to his back, "Personal matters"

"Or was it purely business?"

And Blaine turned back to watch carefully. "What are you talking about?"

"Perhaps someone went with you?"

"What a silly person you are, Kurt" he whispered in his ear. But more than an insult, it seemed like a painful complaint. "The presence of Adams on that plane is my best proof of innocence…I'm a famous man. For two years, I was correspondent in Washington, and also, I covered a war. Since that war, I learned to live life in a less poetic, more existential way… There's nothing worthy destroying your life. And less to let you get killed… I told you once, I'm afraid of Adams, but that doesn't mean I don't want to get rid of him. And traveling with a racketeer isn't a good idea and it could incriminate me in the near future… So no. I didn't travel with him"

"Then what was that!? Coincidence? What are the odds, really?"

"No, of course it wasn't a coincidence… I bought my ticket, the last one on the plane and Adams wasn't among the passengers. Getting that seat must have cost him a fortune"

"And why would Adams want to sit with you?"

"Being with him doesn't benefit me. He, however, removed me credibility. But that wasn't the reason"

"Then what was it?"

Blaine began to walk again and this horrible hardness was taking control of Kurt.

"He tried to negotiate with me, for a material I have… But he said it on behalf of a friend. In fact, rather than negotiate, he wanted to find out the type of information I had"

Now he was close and Kurt could feel his warmth and breath.

"Show me the video"

"What!?"

"Show me the video you bought from Wesley"

"That's something secret and seeing it would only put you in danger"

"I'm willing to take the risk" he said

"It's amazing how much I missed you" Blaine whispered in his ear.

And he was such a good liar, that Kurt shuddered.

"I better go… It looks like you won't clarify anything or show me proof-"

He tried to pull away, but Blaine held him tightly, trapping him in his arms.

"Are you running away from me, Kurt, or from you?"

Kurt couldn't resist it anymore. He linked their lips and started kissing him passionately, madly.

For and infinite time, their bodies looked forward, feeling the skin of the other, their warmth, their perfumes. Drunk on that need that they were already addicted to.

Within minutes, Blaine had already ripped Kurt's shirt off and was kissing his chest, finding enough time to finish undressing. Kurt moved his hips forward, making friction with Blaine's manhood. And only when Blaine began to unbutton his pants, Kurt had a second of sanity.

"Shouldn't we use-"

"No, please… Don't ask me to use condom with you… I can't with you. I have an exam in my bag that says I'm clean… And since the time we slept together, I haven't slept with anyone else"

And then the second of clear judgment slipped and Kurt gave him no other condition.

After having flooded him with his manhood, Blaine remained inside of Kurt for eternal time.

They were still in the couch, both naked, trying to understand and process all this madness. Kurt sat while Blaine played with his heart and Kurt started touching those curls, which he wanted to touch since day one. And then, Blaine whispered in his ear.

"I love you, Kurt"


Short-ish but Klainish, bye! Remember the puppy