Title: Watching in the darkness.
Summary: Kurt Hummel had always felt a presence around him, ever since he was a little boy. Now after ten years of seeing a pair of beautiful eyes that swirled with every shade of brown watching him, and of questions building up inside him. He may just get his answer. But would he rather have stayed not knowing when he finds out the truth?
Fiction rating: M- Mature.
Chapter title: Taking on Traditions
Chapter rating: M- Mature
Twitter: Unic0rn_H0bbit
Warning: Strong language and talk of sex
"Okay, tell me now," Kurt ordered.
He stood in front of Blaine as he sat on the couch two days later. He had his hand on his hips and a determined look on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, frowning a little and putting down the book that he'd been reading.
"I know something's up, you've been acting strange yesterday and again the this morning," Kurt stated, his eyes hard and searching on Blaine's face.
"I'm fine, probably just your imagination," Blaine disagreed.
Kurt's eyes narrowed, "Fine, don't tell me."
Blaine raised an eyebrow, "There's nothing to tell."
Kurt pursed his lips for a second before he shook his head a little, "You can tell me later," He said, "I'm meeting Dylan for a few hours."
Blaine's expression darkened, "Oh."
"You were invited but I didn't think you'd want to come," Kurt said smoothing down his orange waistcoat.
"What makes you think that?" Blaine asked.
"To be honest I don't want you there," Kurt admitted, "You'd either continue to mope around to get freakishly protective again."
"Wait are you...angry at me?" Blaine asked.
"A little," Kurt nodded, looking around for his phone and cursing wen he couldn't find it.
Blaine picked up the phone that was on the coffee table, "Why?" he asked, extending his hand to Kurt.
Kurt took the phone from his grasp and slipped it in his pocket, "Because you don't trust me with whatever's upsetting you, or to be alone with Dylan. It makes mes feel really inferior to you."
Blaine sighed, "Of course I trust you, but I have good reason not to trust Dylan."
"Why won't you just tell me what's going on?" Kurt asked, standing directly in front of Blaine again.
Blaine forward and grabbed Kurt's hips, pulling him down onto the couch next to him and making Kurt squeal.
"Because you'll tell me to stop being idiotic," Blaine smiled resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"Because I'm always right," Kurt said, running a hand through Blaine's curls.
"I'm learning that very quickly," Blaine smirked fondly.
"I have to go, but when I come back you're telling me what's making you so distant."
"Okay," Blaine agreed with light sigh, "Have fun...but not too much without me."
Kurt smiled, "I'll try not too."
"Kurt, Hey," Dylan smiled, pulling the boy into a hug, "You look gorgeous."
Kurt raised an eyebrow as Dylan's hands brushed lightly over his ass, "Thank-you."
Dylan hugged him longer than was probably suitable, but Kurt didn't do anything to stop him.
"Right," Dylan announced, "I haven't had coffee this morning yet, so let's go."
Kurt allowed Dylan to hold his hand as they walked through the streets of New York, it was unsurprisingly loud and busy. Kurt loved the buzzing streets, the smells of delicious hotdogs and hamburgers drifting from the stalls and the amazed looks on tourist faces. He couldn't believe he lived here. That he belonged here.
Dylan agreed to go to the coffee shop that had become one of Kurt's favorites in the time he had lived here, when he didn't feel like experiencing Carrie's excitement. It was a bit further away then other coffee sellers and down an ally that seemed almost hidden between two shops. Kurt had found it in his first week of living in NYC after he'd gotten terribly lost.
"Ah, no. I'm paying," Dylan said, putting his hand over Kurt's to stop him from pulling out his wallet.
Kurt raised eyebrow, "No, that's okay."
"I'm buying you this," Dylan said determinedly, handing over some money to the man smiling at them behind the counter.
Kurt pursed his lip, "I'm buying next time."
"Deal," Dylan agreed, slipping his arm around Kurt's waist.
"You guys are sweet," The guy behind the counter commented, "My wife would be going gooey all over you and moaning that I'm not romantic enough."
Kurt's eyes widened to the size of saucers, "We're not dating!"
The guy looked a little taken back by Kurt's outburst.
"Unfortunately he's already been snapped up my a friend of mine. He'll be mine soon enough though," Dylan teased, grinning widely and pulling Kurt close to his side.
Kurt blushed and took his coffee from the man behind the counter with a quiet "Thank-you."
"I thought you said a few hours," Blaine called from the kitchen when he entered Kurt enter the apartment at around half six.
"I lost track of time," Kurt called back, pulling off his boots and arranging them neatly by the door. He walked into the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Blaine, Rachel and Carrie drinking coffee.
Blaine grinned when he walked in and put down his coffee on the side, opening his arms out for a hug.
"You seem in a better mood," Kurt realized, accepting his embrace.
Blaine let out a hum of agreement and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"Aw," Carrie squealed, "You guys are so sweet."
Kurt blushed and ducked his head while Blaine laughed and grinned like an idiot.
"Did you have fun?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded, "Yep."
"Good," Blaine smiled. He paused, "...Did he hit on you?"
Kurt shrugged, his cheeks coloring a little. When Dylan and himself has brought ice-cream in central park, Dylan had licked a bit of ice-cream from Kurt's chin and they had spent most of the day holding hands, "He's just a flirty person, it doesn't mean anything."
"That's what you think," Blaine pursed his lips.
Kurt just rolled his eyes, "It's a good job I'm not interested then isn't it?"
"Are you sure? He's gorgeous," Rachel said, looking into the distance dreamily.
Kurt felt Blaine tense behind him and hold Kurt tighter to his chest, "I know he is," Kurt agreed, "But why would I want him when I could have Blaine?"
"I am here you know," Blaine said quietly, pressing a few light kisses to the back of Kurt's neck.
Kurt smiled, "I know baby, I'm sorry."
"I'm prettier then Dylan anyway," Blaine teased.
Kurt laughed lightly, "Of course you are."
"As much as I'd like to melt over you two all day, I have to go to work," Carrie pouted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "It's good to see you happy again Kurt, and it'ss nice to meet you Blaine."
"You too," Blaine nodded, not moving from his position with his arms around Kurt.
Rachel left to say goodbye to Carrie at the door, as soon as they disappear out of the kitchen Blaine spun Kurt around and pinned him against the counter, Kurt letting out a cry of surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm jealous that Dylan got to spend the day with you," Blaine pouted, pressing his hips against Kurt's' with his hands either side on the counter.
Kurt bit his lip, "Shit," He breathed, his head falling onto Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine laughed lightly, the vibrations from his body trembling through Kurt's from their close contact, "Did you miss me?"
"Of course," Kurt said, his head still resting lightly against Blaine's shoulder and enjoying the feeling of Blaine's muscles work under him with ever gentle breath.
"What did you do?" Blaine hummed, his hand moving from the counter and sliding up Kurt's back.
"Coffee, Park, Ice-cream," Kurt managed, shivering as Blaine's finger tips reached the top of his neck.
Blaine gasped, his chest expanding and pressing fully against Kurt's, "You ate ice-cream without me?"
Kurt giggled at the fake outrage in his boyfriends voice, "Yep. It was chocolate as well."
Blaine gasped once again, "How could you?"
Kurt smirked, burring his face deeper in Blaine's shoulder, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Blaine smiled, "...But that doesn't mean you don't owe me ice-cream."
"There's some in the freezer," Rachel walked back into the kitchen and picked up her coffee, she glanced at the two boys pressed up against each other, "Don't you dare have sex in my kitchen."
"Um, it's our kitchen," Kurt corrected, "And I wasn't planning too."
Rachel gave them a stern glance and went back to finishing her cup of coffee, "I miss Finn," She announced.
"I was going to ask you when he was getting here," Kurt said, pushing Blaine back away from him a little, feeling uncomfortable with Rachel still watching them.
Blaine let out a sigh but pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and stepping away from him, understanding his boyfriends discomfort.
"Next week, something about finishing an important car in the garage," Rachel explained with a scowl.
"You know you might try and actually listen to him properly at one point," Kurt said under his breath.
"What was that?" Rachel asked, putting her now empty cup on the side.
"Nothing," Kurt shook his head, "Why don't you call him or something then?"
"I get it, you want me to leave," Rachel held her hands up in surrender, "Seriously if I even find one trace that you two have..."
"Rachel! We're not going to have sex in the kitchen, geez," Kurt blushed, turning his head to hide in Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine laughed beside him, "Come on, let's just go to your room. I wanna talk to you."
"Our room," Kurt corrected, his hand slipping down to join Blaine's.
They walked past Rachel who had just pulled out her mobile to call Finn and waited no time in dissolving into each others arms on the bed.
"So, what was bothering you so much before?" Kurt asked, his head rested on Blaine's chest that was rising and falling with Blaine's every breath. Strong, warm and comforting.
"Remember when we were talking about traditions?" Blaine asked, "I wanted to ask you about one, but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea."
"I told you that you can ask me anything," Kurt reminded him.
"And I told you that you don't have to anything that you don't want too," Blaine added.
"So, tell me. It's actually interesting, I wanna know more about where you come from," Kurt admitted, his eyes closing lightly.
"But this is...intimate Kurt, like really imitate," Blaine said, his voice shaking a little with nerves.
"I think I can handle intimate with you," Kurt smiled lightly, opening his eyes and looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes.
Blaine sighed and ran his hand through Kurt's hair, "We do have marriage and stuff...well kind of. It's pretty much the same but we don't get married in the eyes of God so much, it's more about announcing our love to everyone else and ourselves."
"You want me to marry you?" Kurt asked, his voice a tiny bit unsure,
"No! Well...Yes, but not yet," Blaine stuttered, "What I'm suggesting is...a lot more serious. Something you only do when you are one hundred percent sure that you want to be with that person for the rest of your life."
"That sounds like us," Kurt said, getting a little impatient to what this tradition was but not wanting to push Blaine.
"Yes," Blaine agreed, "But there's no way out of this. You can't get a divorce or whatever."
Kurt nodded, "...Okay."
"And it's...it's a physical act," Blaine continued, his voice becoming more tight and defensive.
"Blaine, please just tell me," Kurt sighed.
"It's...a way for me to kind of...mark you as my own. The whole hierarchy coming into it," Blaine explained, "So everyone would be able to...to sense that you belong to me."
"Belong to you?" Kurt repeated, "Blaine, I'm not your property."
"I know, I know that," Blaine reassured him, "It's just different from earth."
Kurt bit his hip., "How would people be able to tell?"
"Only...Only people of my race would be able to, it's like...a scent I guess," Blaine mumbled.
"You're going to scent mark me?" Kurt snapped, his voice a little harsher then he intended.
"It's not..."
"This is because of Dylan," Kurt interrupted with a sigh, "I know it is. What would be the point if he wasn't here?"
"It's not! It's not just like that, I don't scent mark you. I'm not a fucking animal, Kurt," Blaine cried, sounding hurt and devastated.
Kurt's face fell, "I never said you were."
"No, but you're thinking it," Blaine pushed Kurt gently away from him, "I knew this was a stupid thing to suggest to you," He got to his feet, "This isn't just about that, it's showing that I want to spend forever with you Kurt, it's so intimate and special and something I wouldn't dream of doing with anyone but you."
Kurt bit his lip.
"I think I'm gonna take a walk or something, I'll see you later," Blaine's voice turned to a mumble as he turned towards the door.
"No, Blaine," Kurt protested, but he'd already left.
Blaine had only officially been back for three days, but over those few nights Kurt had become completely depended and accustomed to falling asleep in Blaine's arms, with a warm and beautiful body sleeping next to his own. But it was getting late and he was exhausted, and Rachel had told him that she was tired of his yawning and ordered him to go to sleep. So now he lying in bed, yawning every two minutes and feeling guilty as hell when he waited for Blaine to get back.
Eventually he got so tired he was starting to drift to sleep, the feeling of unease still deep in his stomach and with is arms wrapped around is pillow, a pathetic substitute to Blaine. His eyelids drooped, and he almost had a heart attack when he felt the bed dip beside him, spinning around to see who was there.
"Damn, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," Blaine sighed, starting to undo his shirt.
"Oh my God," Kurt gasped, throwing his arms around Blaine, "Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick, you've been gone for hours. I felt so guilty, I still do, Blaine I'm so sorry." He rambled.
Blaine jumped a little in surprise but wrapped his arms around Kurt for a second, "It's okay," he gave Kurt's a small squeeze before pushing him away so he could pull of his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his undershirt and boxers.
"No, it's not okay. I was really inconsiderate," Kurt frowned, guilt leaking into every word.
Blaine sighed a little and climbed under the comforter, pulling Kurt into his arms, "I shouldn't have walk out like that. I knew it would have been weird for you to understand."
"I didn't even let you try to explain, I didn't exactly what I said I wouldn't," Kurt mumbled, "I'm a terrible person."
"Don't say that," Blaine sighed, "You're not. I was expecting you to freak out a little bit, it's okay."
"I'm still really sorry," Kurt yawned.
"And I'm sorry for waking you, I tried to be quiet."
"I wasn't really asleep, I missed you being beside me too much," Kurt blushed a little.
Blaine sighed, "I'm here now, get some sleep."
"No, no I...What do we actually have to do with this tradition?" Kurt asked, curling up closer to Blaine.
"Ah...Um, we have...have sex, but um...another chemical would be...realized when I...cum" Blaine blushed and violet red and tripped over his words.
Kurt flushed too, "So...we couldn't use protection?"
Blaine shook his head, "Is that a problem?"
"Of course not. Just messy," Kurt teased a little.
"We don't have to do this, I'm totally fine with it," Blaine's eyes closed, "I know were going to be together anyway, and I do trust you with Dylan so..." He paused, letting out a small yawn, "All I'm worried about is your happiness."
Kurt yawned also, humming into Blaine's warm, bare chest, "I'm always happy when I'm with you."
A/n: So I want to do something special when three hundred of you perfect people add me to your author alerts. I'm only ten of you beautiful unicorns away, so do you guys have any ideas?