This is my last entry before my vacation. I created an entire family vacation based around the book signing for LOS. Sooo excited. I know the hotel has wi-fi, but who knows if I'll have the energy or motivation to write. I'm trying not to get overly excited, but I really, really am. Is it odd to plan what you're going to wear for when you meet a celebrity? I found a bright pink shirt that said "Save the Drama for Your Llama" and I was so close to buying it. But honestly, me and pink? I'm a goth girl through and through. I think pink would melt if I tried to wear it. I borrowed a chunk of dialogue from Glee and it belongs to them, as do all the characters and such. Sorry for the long A/N. So let's get started!
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Last time on Another Tomorrow:
They were sitting on Blaine's couch just having discussed the phone calls. All their information was the same, so all they had to do was decide.
"I guess it's mostly up to you, babe," Blaine said. "It was your name that got drug through the mud."
"Yeah, but you hurt your knuckles beating his face in," Kurt said with a wan smile.
They discussed it for some time, finally reaching the same conclusion.
"Shall I call her back?" Blaine offered.
"No, I will," Kurt said, his voice quiet.
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They were in the hallway, discussing online auctions during the holidays. Blaine was only half listening, too nervous to completely pay attention. Finally, he had to jump in or he wouldn't have the guts, or the time, to do it.
"I think this year we should be thankful for what we have, not what we don't have. Which is why…," Blaine said, presenting him with a small box. He then had to fight off Kurt's assumptions that it was a wedding band before he'd even opened it. Not a wedding band, not yet anyway, Blaine thought.
"Just open the box, Kurt," Blaine said, smiling.
Kurt opened the box, his mouth dropping open.
"It's a promise ring. I made it out of gum-wrappers. Juicy Fruit," Blaine said, hesitantly, suddenly feeling close to tears.
"My favorite Wrigley's. And," Kurt said, his eyes tearing up. "Is that a little bow-tie? Wait, what are you promising?"
Blaine took a breath and looked deeply into Kurt's eyes."To always love you. To defend you even if I know you're wrong. To surprise you. To always pick up your call no matter what I'm doing. To bake you cookies at least twice a year and to kiss you whenever and where ever you want. Mostly to make sure that you always remember how perfectly imperfect you are. I know it's not something Elizabeth Taylor would've worn," Blaine finished, his voice trailing off.
"I love it," Kurt said, giving him a wide, toothy grin. He put his hand on Blaine's cheek, his blue-green eyes warm and full of emotion. "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby. I know with Dad's money, I could have bought you something expensive, but I wanted to labor for your gift, to work hard and put time and effort into it. I hope it's not a disappointment," Blaine said quietly.
"Did you not hear me say I love it? It's the most thoughtful gift I've ever gotten. And since you promise to kiss me whenever and wherever I want, I'd love a Christmas kiss right now," Kurt said. He didn't care that they were in the middle of the hall. For some reason, Blaine had never had a problem with public displays of affection, so he hadn't either. It was freeing.
Blaine leaned in and kissed him softly, letting his tongue reach out and slide along Kurt's bottom lip until he opened his mouth. Then their tongues swirled together for a moment before Blaine pulled back.
"More later, my love," he promised.
Kurt looked at him, eyes full of love. "More later," he agreed.
Blaine put his arm around Kurt's waist as they walked, Kurt busy investigating his new ring.
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"I'm glad we waited until after Christmas to meet with Sebastian and his counselor. What was her name again? Lindsay?" Blaine asked, driving to the counselor's office.
"Yeah, Lindsay Price. I figured this could be stressful and or depressing, so after the holiday would be best," Kurt commented, his tone quiet.
"You doing okay, babe?" Blaine looked at him with concern.
"I guess. I'm not exactly excited about this," Kurt said. "Are we going to be expected to accept his apology even if it's a lie?"
Blaine sighed. "I don't know what they will expect. But what I do expect from us is that we will act according to what is true to us. If we don't feel okay with accepting his apology, than we won't. Period. Okay?"
Kurt let out a deep breath as if he'd been holding it for a long time. "Thank you, sweetie. I think I needed to hear that. Blaine?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Will you hold my hand while we deal with this?" Kurt asked softly.
"Of course."
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"Thank you guys for coming. Sebastian is in my office already. We've been discussing this moment for weeks now. Let's sit down and talk for a minute before we include Sebastian," Lindsay said, waving to some chairs in the empty waiting room.
They sat down and Blaine held true to his word, not letting Kurt's hand go even once.
"Sebastian told me what happened at the party that night, but I'd like your version so I can call him on any mistruths or exaggerations. If we don't have honesty, there can be no healing. Which of you was closest to the incident?" Lindsay asked, her pen poised over a tablet in her lap.
Blaine raised the hand that wasn't holding Kurt's. "I was standing near Sebastian, Kurt was across the room, comforting a friend of ours. I could tell Sebastian had been drinking do to his lack of coordination and the fact that he was talking loudly. He was still drinking because he pulled a flask out of his pocket every so often. Sebastian started making very crude, inappropriate jokes and comments about my boyfriend. Comments so disgusting, I couldn't help myself so I beat him up," Blaine finished.
"Well, that matches very well to what Sebastian had already told me. Now, this is a chance for Sebastian to explain himself, to talk about what led to the altercation, and discuss what he can do to show his intentions to make things right. You won't even be expected to talk unless you want to," she said, looking at Kurt's pale face. "Are you up to that?"
They both nodded.
Lindsay stood. "Shall we?" she said, leading the way to her office.
Blaine led the way through with Kurt following, holding onto his hand for dear life.
As they entered the room, there was a small loveseat right by the door that they sat on. Sebastian was sitting in the far corner, near Lindsay's desk. His head was down and his hands were clasped in his lap.
Blaine saw his hands were shaking and wondered if, somehow, this whole situation had broken through his façade.
"Sebastian, is there anything you want to say to Blaine and Kurt," Lindsay asked, turning her seat around so she could see the whole room.
Sebastian cleared his throat and, if possible, clasped his hands even tighter. Slowly, he lifted his bright green eyes to look at them. "Hello Blaine, hello Kurt. I, uh, I'm really glad you guys came today. It proves how good you really are as people. I don't know anyone who would come here after what I did to you. So, thank you for coming."
Lindsay smiled encouragingly. "And what did you do to them. Let's have everything out in the open."
Sebastian nodded back at her, sliding his hands down his thighs to dry them off. "Blaine, you had every right to beat me up. The things I was saying about you, Kurt, those horrible, ugly things. I betrayed the trust you had in me. You both had taken me in as a friend, helped me to be more decent, more human. Heck, you helped me find a decent relationship. I barely deserved your friendship to start and then I go and screw that up in every way it could be screwed up. Blaine, I am so sorry I said those things and I'm so glad you beat me up. I truly deserved it. By that time, though, I knew I had screwed everything up. I was already truly sorry, but I knew it was too late for anything. Kurt, you were my friend," Sebastian said, looking at Kurt with tears in his eyes. "You took me in when nobody else wanted to be a real friend to me. I admitted that I liked you and you made it clear there was no chance for me romantically, but you became my friend anyway. I was so lucky and I screwed it all up. I was starting to be happy for once in my life. I had friends with you two, some of the Warblers, and I had Chandler. Now I have nothing because of my big mouth and a full flask," Sebastian said, his tone full of remorse. He sat forward on his chair. "I will do whatever I have to in order to make this right with you. And if I can't, then I can be happy knowing what I've learned about being a friend and maybe someday, I'll be able to have another true friend." He finished, his voice quiet, and sat back in his chair and clasped his hands back together; like he was a machine and someone had turned him off.
"Well, Blaine and Kurt, unless you have something to say, you are free to go," Lindsay said.
They looked at each other, turned to her and shook their heads.
"I still thank you for coming out today. I think it helped Sebastian to get all that out," she replied.
"I'm glad," Kurt said, his voice quiet.
Sebastian's head came up at the sound of his voice and the two shared a small smile. Kurt and Blaine turned and walked out of the office.
Staying silent, they walked back to Blaine's car. They remained that way until they reached Blaine's townhouse. Blaine pulled Kurt inside and onto his lap on the couch.
"Talk to me, baby," Blaine said, stroking Kurt's hair.
"I don't know. Part of me wants to forgive him. Part of me wants to hate him for all eternity for what he pulled. But that isn't being the kind of friend that I was teaching him to be. The friend I showed him was one who forgave and gave second chances. When he said that about being happy with what he's learned about friendship – from me – I'm just confused," Kurt sighed and buried his head against Blaine's neck.
"I know. He seemed pretty honest. But what he did was so wrong. I just can't see past that right now," Blaine said. He'd known Sebastian would be bad news and yet again, he'd been tricked into believing he could trust the guy.
"Should we be hard on him, though? We were his friends. Shouldn't we be a little more forgiving?" Kurt asked.
"Baby, you need to stoop dwelling on this for now. We have that glee assignment to work on, plus school work, plus your student council work. That's too much to add more to. Give it some time and more thought when you aren't so busy. And I have just the thing to distract you," Blaine said, whispering in his ear.
"Mm, I've been feeling the need for distraction," Kurt murmured. "Let's go upstairs."
Once in the bedroom, they helped each other undress and crawled onto the bed.
"Lay down, baby," Blaine said.
Kurt lay down on his back and watched with surprise as Blaine swung his legs across Kurt's upper body. Only backwards. He watched as Blaine presented him with a blatant display of his ass and balls.
"Blaine?"
Blaine answered by spreading Kurt's legs far apart, lifting his knees to bending. "Now just enjoy what is before you," he said, licking his lips.
He started on Kurt's balls, lolling the flesh back and forth in his mouth. He nipped and sucked alternately on the sensitive skin surrounding his balls. Kurt was moaning loudly at this point. Blaine looked back at him, his mouth open wide as he moaned. Blaine positioned his cock above Kurt's mouth and lowered the tip in between his boyfriends lips.
Kurt gasped, but took Blaine's cock more fully into his mouth. Taking more control, he pushed and pulled on Blaine's hips, growling around his hard cock.
Blaine turned back to his own feast and raised Kurt's ass up as much as he could and tongue fucked his tight hole. Moaning at the taste that was all Kurt, he felt Kurt tighten his muscles at the intrusion before relaxing into it. Blaine felt his cock leave the heat of Kurt's mouth as Kurt joined him in licking ass. Blaine cried out and raised his body up so Kurt had more access. Finally, he bent down again and took Kurt's cock deep in his throat, riding it until Kurt was squealing around him.
"Blaine," he cried breathlessly.
"Yeah," Blaine called back.
"I want you to ride me," Kurt growled. "You've got me wet enough, you're wet, just get on my cock, please," he begged. "I need this."
"Of course, baby," Blaine said and lowered Kurt's knees and moved into place above Kurt's cock, still facing away from him. Kurt worked him open with a couple fingers before grabbing Blaine's hips and lowering his ass down onto Kurt's cock.
They both cried out. Blaine loved the burn, the tightness that was always there with the fullness of Kurt filling him. Kurt loved the heat surrounding his cock, the feeling of control and the need to please his boyfriend.
Blaine rose above him, circling his hips, a slow dance that captured Kurt and made him keen in pleasure.
"Oh sweetie, yes, baby, move that round ass for me. God, I love your ass," Kurt groaned. He pumped and thrust into him, gritting his teeth to hold off his orgasm.
"Your turn," Blaine said. He pulled himself off and despite Kurt's cries, he flipped him up, so he was riding Blaine this time. "Come on, babe, move those hips for me," Blaine teased, grabbing onto said hips.
Kurt moaned as his body adjusted to Blaine's and he did start moving his hips. He loved to drive Blaine crazy with the undulations, rolls and ripples he could create with his body.
Soon, though, they were both crying out and grasping onto each other as their bodies built up for orgasm. Kurt came hard on Blaine's muscular thighs while Blaine came inside Kurt. They stayed there for a moment, Blaine still buried deep in Kurt. Finally Blaine gave a small whimper of discomfort.
Pulling off slowly, Kurt rolled to the side, angling himself back up the same way Blaine was facing. Blaine showed him his finger, dripping in come.
"My come from your ass. Want me to suck it?" Blaine asked, his eyes hazy from his orgasm.
Kurt grabbed his finger and shoved it in his mouth, sucking off all of his boyfriends fluids. "Yummy," he sighed, sated and happy. He snuggled into Blaine's side and closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, Blaine was laying there, staring at the finger Kurt had cleaned off. His stomach was filled with panic, fear, and uncertainty.
His Kurt here had licked his finger and had seemed to enjoy it. Kurt from Before had tried it once and been completely grossed out to the point that he didn't want to have anything to do with post sex fluids at all, unless it was from blow-jobs or hand-jobs. What the heck was happening? This Kurt was turning out to be different than future slash Before Kurt.
What did this mean?
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After glee practice, Kurt and an unusually quiet Blaine, pulled Mr. Schue aside to share their idea for proposing to Ms. Pillsbury.
"I was wondering why you weren't more involved in this whole thing, Kurt. With how well you did with your dad's wedding, I figured you'd be first to volunteer ideas," the teacher commented, taking a seat where the students sit.
"It's been a rather stressful week, Mr. Schue. But we do hope this song might work well for your proposal," Kurt said.
He and Blaine took their places on two stools. Kurt hits play on his little radio and the song began.
(Kurt)
When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face I can't replace
(Both)
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
(Blaine)
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
(Blaine/Kurt)
I will never let you fall (let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
(Both)
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one
(Blaine/Kurt)
I will never let you fall (let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
(Both)
Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away
Cuz I'm here for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay whoa, stay whoa
The crescendo at the end of the verse brings tears to Mr. Schue's eyes. Blaine and Kurt share a secret smile, loving each other and the music.
(Kurt)
Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray
(Blaine)
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
The song touched Blaine. Saving Kurt may not mean going to heaven, but it most likely meant giving him up. It was starting to rip him up inside. Yes, he longed to return to his Before Kurt. But that meant leaving this Kurt whom he was loving more and more each day. There were new and different aspects to this Kurt's personality. Some annoying, but all of them endearing. What was this going to do to him?
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For the next couple of weeks, Blaine and Kurt continued spending every free minute with each other. Since Sebastian had been let back into the Warblers as a junior member on trial, he never challenged the New Directions over Michael Jackson songs. Blaine's eye never got operated on. Kurt had met with Sebastian twice for coffee, with Blaine in tow and technically in protest. But he would support his boyfriend's decisions.
Since he wasn't at home healing, he was there when the sexy Spanish teacher came. Blaine and Kurt both drooled over him, even though they were holding hands. After rehearsal that day, they promptly went home and took it out on each other. That was a three hour sex marathon that could have been written in the history books. Both of them couldn't walk very well the next day, but you wouldn't catch either of them complaining.
Each night, though, Blaine would go to bed and worry. What was going to happen to them? Would it break his heart to go back to Before Kurt? Would it break his heart not to? He knew what he had to do now, though. He needed to go see Moira. He knew she would be able to help him find some kind of peace.
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Omg, I was finishing editing when I realized I'd forgotten the most important part! The ring scene! I used the lines that were released online a while back, but I edited some of it. I didn't change it, just added to it a little. Now it's 5am and I'm ready to upload it to the computer. I may not be updating again until the 30th. I'll miss you all. Wish me luck with meeting Chris Colfer. Hopefully, I'll get to say something to him and hear him respond. Hubby will be in charge of the video camera and my son will have another camera to take pictures with. I'm covering ALL the bases. Anyway, have a good week my reading friends and hopefully I'll get something done while I'm gone. Love to all of you. - Kelly