Porcelain and Warm Honey
A/N
Helloo! So, this is the end of our summer, and afterwards you'll have the drama that many of you have been begging for (sorry for the wait-up, but I just love my fluff)
I'm frankly too tired to double-check this chapter, so mistakes will probably occur - try to look past them, would ya? :D
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Chapter 36
They spent the majority of the days on the sunny beach of Long Island. They had found a perfect spot away from the tourists, but near the house. Kurt absolutely loved it there, even though he usually disliked the sun and its damaging, bright rays – he had sensitive skin, okay?
Living with Blaine was as always wonderful, but it made him terribly longing, too. Whenever they would do anything domestic, like cooking side-by-side, or buying groceries, or having lazy Sunday sex – or just morning sex in general – he would feel the pull in his chest. And then, more than ever, he felt the heaviness the upcoming surgery and what it meant brought in his heart.
Blaine noticed obviously, and whenever he did, he would pull Kurt close and hold him. Just hold him for as long as Kurt needed, not saying anything or trying to soothe him, he simply held him and didn't let go before Kurt would pull back and send him a grateful – genuine – smile.
And at other times when Blaine blanked out, and his amber eyes would sadden, Kurt would do the same thing for him.
…
It was the third day in New Jersey, and Blaine adored it there. The sun was ever evident (he didn't know if that had anything to do with New Jersey or just the fact that it was summer but still) and the beach was amazing. Speaking of…
"So, dearest, have you gotten over your insane prejudice towards beaches?"
They were currently laying on one of said beaches, both shirtless and enjoying the bright sun. Kurt was of course soaked in sun lotion and had brought a book since he wasn't 'the kind of person that could stand to lie down on a blanket and do nothing for more than five minutes at the time,' to quote him. Still Blaine called the situation a success. Now it was time for next order in business.
Kurt turned his attention from his book and removed his sunglasses – in which he looked insanely hot. "I guess I can see the hype," he shrugged with a teasing smile. "I actually do like it."
Blaine, who lay on his blanket without sunscreen and simply enjoyed the sun, smiled towards his boyfriend, equally teasingly. "So you ready to finally go in the water yet?"
Kurt just sent his boyfriend a menacing look before putting on his sunglasses and turning his attention towards his book again. "Not happening, Anderson," he simply said dismissively.
Blaine laughed and moved closer taking the book out of his hand. "Aw, come on, Mr. Boring, I'll let you hold my hand," he said in his best cooing voice, usually reserved for children under 6.
"Forget it," Kurt simply said and reached out for his book. Blaine just kept smiling and grabbed his waist, rolling on top of him. Kurt yelped and looked around, but thanks to their secluded spot, no one could see them.
"But Kuurt," he pouted. "I wanna go in the water with you," he leaned down so his mouth was just beside his left ear. "You're hot when you're wet."
"You're disgusting, B," Kurt scolded, but he couldn't contain the laughter in his voice. He rolled his eyes when Blaine kept smiling seductively at him, but didn't push him away. Instead he placed his arms on Blaine's waist, tracing his smooth skin softly.
Blaine kept pouting as he framed Kurt's face with his arms to keep himself up. "Oh but Kuurt," he whined again.
"Nope beautiful, it will not happen," Kurt said.
"But whyy?" Blaine asked. "You got in the water at our place didn't you?"
"Well that water wasn't filled with filthy tourists and their peeing kids, and dead skin, and creepy water-animals," Kurt grimaced in horror.
"Dead skin, water-animals- what?" Blaine muttered, but decided that discussing it with Kurt would be unwise if he had any intention of getting him into the said disgusting water. "Look, never mind. I'll find another way to persuade you."
"Will not," Kurt said, but got interrupted by Blaine's lips on his, distracting him efficiently.
Seven hours later, they were comically enough in the same position, only in the house rather than on the beach. They were in love seat, a long forgotten movie was playing in the TV and it was the only thing that illuminated the room at the late hour.
"Mmh, would you, mh, do me a- a favor?" Blaine stuttered against Kurt's lips, his hands clutching his thin waist.
Kurt pulled back slightly so their noses were just barely brushing. "What, sexy?"
Oh, God, did he not have any idea what that nickname did to him? "I, eh, I want to give you your last pendant," he said, trying to catch his breath.
"Is that so?"
Blaine nodded and smiled weakly. "But before I need you to go in the water with me."
"B…"
"Come oon, babe, let's go now," he urged, giving him his best puppy-eyes. "We can have hot water sex, and no one will be around, just like at our place."
"B, your mind really is so one-tracked," Kurt breathed, but his eyes were glistening, intrigued.
"You know you loved it, come on!" Blaine said with a laugh in his voice, only half joking. "We'll shower afterwards. I've always wanted to try skinny dipping in an actual ocean."
"Fine, but just to be clear, there's no way we're doing anything in that filthy water," Kurt said sternly. "And if I get sick from being naked in that water and then have to explain people why, I will kill you. Or break up with you, I'll have to consider that one."
And that was how they found themselves at the ocean, their clothes thrown at their towels close by. It was chilly Blaine had to admit that, but not anything unbearable.
"Gosh, it's cold, B!" Kurt exclaimed as he toed the water.
Blaine just shrugged and ran straight into the serene, blue water, making it splash everywhere around him. He ran far out and dipped his body as fast as he could. He gasped at the cold, and jumped up and down for a minute, feeling his body scream at him, but then it adjusted to the water's temperature and it actually felt nice and warm. "It's not so bad, you just have to get used to it," he yelled to his boyfriend that still stood at the water's edge, looking all sorts of eatable and very naked. "It's better if you do it quickly!"
Kurt sent him a dubious look, but scrunched his eyes together before running into the water. The boy yelped and made a move to stop, but Blaine came up beside him and pulled him farther out with him, ducking them under the water briefly.
"Blaine!" Kurt gasped when they came up as Blaine laughed hysterically. "That was not funny, I could've drowned!"
"Honey, it was less than one second, I don't think so," Blaine cooed, his arms still tight around him. "And in my arms you are safe, darling." Kurt rolled his eyes at his terrible, sophisticated British accent, and tried to fix his drenched hair. "So is it that bad now?" Blaine continued with an expectant look in his eyes.
"Well," Kurt said. "No."
"Told you so, love," Blaine beamed. He pulled them a bit further into the water until it reached his collarbone and Kurt's upper chest.
"Have I ever told you how adorable your height is?" Kurt said, his arms sliding around his neck.
"Stop bullying me, meanie," Blaine pouted.
"No, I'm serious," Kurt insisted, sending him a fond, only half teasing smile. "It's adorable. You're adorable."
Blaine just smiled shyly and kissed him briefly.
"So, Mr. Hummel, what do you say we once and for all find the true master of water?" he asked with a glint in his eye.
Kurt's smile turned into a smirk, and within two seconds he was out of Blaine's arms, and splashing water at his boyfriend, while laughing mischievously.
This time there was no winner. For fifteen solid minutes they splashed water at each other and tried to dip each other in the water, all while laughing hysterically like hyenas.
Eventually they stopped, after Blaine had caught Kurt in his arms to stop him, and like that they stayed, both still chuckling lightly. "I told you water's fun," he mumbled into the drenched, chestnut-colored hair.
Kurt slipped his arms free from Blaine's grasp around his waist, and encircled the boy's neck. "With you," he nodded and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, his face hid in his nape between neck and shoulder.
Blaine smiled and leaned his head into Kurt's. He looked up at the view, and discovered what a beautiful night it was. As always the stars here were bright and the sky clear. It still had the purplish color, but now Blaine thought he could see streaks of green as well. What was more special about this night, though, was how bright it was, and Blaine quickly discovered why. "Look," he said quietly. "Full moon."
Kurt looked up from Blaine's neck and a serene smile formed on his lips. "Gosh, it's beautiful out here," he whispered.
"It's magical," Blaine nodded, and shifted his gaze from the sky to his breathtaking boyfriend. Illuminated in the moonlight, with wet hair pushed away from his forehead, and droplets of water running down his neck and collarbone, he was more stunning than ever. And when he looked back at him with a soft, equally adoring, smile, Blaine noticed the color of his eyes had shifted slightly, and now seemed more green than blue. He really was the most beautiful boy Blaine had ever laid eyes on.
Kurt's gaze turned shy under his eyes, and he hid his face in Blaine's neck again. After a few seconds Kurt began humming lightly, and at first Blaine couldn't decipher which song. But when he sang the words ever so gently, just a fragile breath, Blaine recognized it.
"Your love is magical,
that's how I feel
But I have not the words
here to explain,"
An old – or new depending on who you asked – Michael Jackson song, sweet and cheesy, but beautiful. Kurt's voice was breathtaking as ever, even though he sang it very quietly, only enough for Blaine to hear.
"Gone is the graze for expressions of passion
but there are worlds of worlds of ways to explain
To tell you how I feel
but I am speechless."
Blaine smiled fondly at the words, pressing Kurt closer against his body, his skin as always so incredibly soft. Kurt raised his head with a little smile on his lips. His eyes were mesmerizing as he looked into Blaine's, which he was sure were filled with adoration as well. The boy blushed slightly under his intense gaze. Blaine smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently. Kurt instantly kissed back, his hands clutching his neck.
"You do make me speechless, you know," Kurt whispered against his lips. Blaine raised his eyebrows at the statement, and Kurt chuckled. "Not like that, I mean… I really don't have the words to explain how much you mean to me, I don't know how to express it in anything other than simple words that never seem to be enough. I just… I hope you know that. You're so good at showing me, but I…"
Blaine's features softened and his hands traced up and down Kurt's sides under the water's surface. "I know, love," he said with a soft smile. "I know."
Kurt nodded and bit his lip before surging in again and kissed him hard. Blaine staggered a bit in the water, but reciprocated instantly, his fingers digging into Kurt's back when he hugged him tight. Kurt's hands as always felt wonderful against his skin, one pressed into Blaine's chest and the other holding his neck to angle the kiss perfectly.
It was so serene, so beautiful. The soft dripping sound when droplets hit the water and the rippling whenever they moved, as the only thing to be heard around them. The moonlight cast glistening shadows on the otherwise dark surface of the water and bathed them in a gentle dull yellow light.
At that moment neither of the boys noticed any of those things, though, too lost in each other. Their lips moved in sync, practiced and familiar. Kurt eventually moved his hand from Blaine's chest to pull him flush against his own body. There was only one little problem with that. Blaine gasped at the sudden contact and his hands had to be painful, the way they dug into Kurt's lower back.
"B," Kurt breathed, sounding slightly broken and completely irresistible. "I was serious before, you know?"
Blaine let out an involuntary groan, and Kurt pulled back a bit. "Kurt you're killing me," he grumbled. "Please…" he gently pulled him closer again, letting his hands run up and down his back and backside. "Please," he muttered again, kissing up Kurt's jaw line, making the boy sigh.
"Blaine Anderson," Kurt tried to scold, but failed, since his voice broke into a quiet hum when Blaine reached a certain sensitive spot on his neck. "Is it just me or- ah-are we always in this situatio-mmh." Blaine had cut him off with his lips insistent on his.
"Yeah we are, and tell you what, it always ends with you giving in," Blaine whispered hotly against his ear, and he felt him shiver beneath it. He almost smirked triumphantly. "So, please gorgeous…"
"You're gonna be the death of me, B," Kurt gasped, when Blaine's hands kept traveling down his slim body.
"Nothing will happen, my love, I promise," Blaine whispered reassuringly and looked into the greenish eyes. They were dark, just like Blaine's had to be as well, but doubtful.
"But, B, protection," he muttered, his forehead against Blaine's, breathing erratic at this point. "In this water, it's just… and if anybody sees us…"
Blaine shushed him. "Nothing will happen," he repeated. "What could possibly happen?" Kurt looked at him dubiously, and he continued, "Come on, gorgeous, look around, no one's here."
Kurt bit his lip, his breathing still heavy, especially since Blaine's hands still traveled up and down his back and ass. Then he swallowed and came closer again, this time wrapping his legs around Blaine's hips, the water making it easy. Blaine threw back his head, nearly moaning out loud and Kurt hid his face in Blaine's neck again, hands clutching his shoulders.
"Fine," he mumbled, and Blaine could pass out at how sexy he looked when he looked up again, eyes dark and lips full and slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating the flushed porcelain skin, making it look like it glistened in the dark. "But at least try to be quiet this time." And before he even got to answer, Kurt's lips pressed against his own, knocking every last breath of air out of him.
…
The two of them stayed in the water for much longer than what Kurt in the beginning had deemed 'healthy for their skin'. The clock was nearing two when they got up, shaking in the sudden cold air, and took their towels. They walked back huddled close, and immediately got in the warm shower.
"I hope you know that you failed miserably at being quiet, B," Kurt said while getting ready for bed, after regaining his body heat.
Blaine smiled sheepishly and got under the covers, watching Kurt doing his moisture routine. "Sorry, babe, I really do try…"
Truth be told, Blaine had been all kinds of adorable, as he tried to swallow every loud moan, more sexy and breathtaking – and did he mention sexy? – than ever. Kurt smiled at him in the mirror and decided to cut the routine short today; he was tired and most of all just wanted to get under the covers with his adorable boyfriend. He crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, loving how Blaine always fit perfectly right in the nape of his neck.
"You are so endearing," he whispered and kissed his hairline lovingly.
Blaine chuckled and nuzzled himself closer to him. "I would give you your pendant tonight, but I'm so tired," he mumbled.
Kurt squeezed him close. "It can wait, beautiful," he said and scooted downwards to lay more comfortable, Blaine still nuzzled into his chest contently, his eyes now closed.
"M'kay, goodnight Kurtie," he muttered with a teasing smile on his lips. "I love you."
"Goodnight, B," he chuckled, kissed his damp curls again, and reached up to turn off the lamp beside him. "I love you, too."
The next morning Kurt did indeed get his pendant, one of the cutest so far in Kurt's opinion. It portrayed a tiny sea star in sliver, representing their time on the beach. "The star of the sea," Blaine had said. "Fits perfectly."
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After that they both decided to go bowling, since Kurt had never tried it before, and Blaine complained that he hadn't thought of that, and therefore didn't have a charm for it. Kurt of course rolled his eyes at that, and waved him off.
Bowling was funnier than Kurt had anticipated. It turned out he was pretty decent with the ball, and he almost beat Blaine. Almost. And to Kurt's surprise it wasn't as disgusting as he had imagined sticking his fingers down those bacteria-filled holes. All in all, the afternoon turned out pretty amazing.
The next few days were spent with long strides on the beach, enjoying the sun, or snuggled on the porch in the lovely hanging chair. One of the days they drove in to town as well, where Kurt found the most perfect, cozy clothes shop and a second hand shop that he adored.
They hadn't discussed when they had to head home, yet, and Kurt really didn't want to. But after the fifth day there, and several phone calls from his father, he knew he ought to get home soon. After all, his father was right, it was not fair that only Blaine got to see him.
So on the sixth day, Wednesday, they headed home, five days before Kurt's first appointment at the hospital.
Once again the departure gave Kurt a melancholy feeling, like he was saying goodbye to something, maybe for the last time.
The drive home was silent apart from their heartfelt Sinatra duets and followed laughter. Blaine had of course sensed Kurt's mood, and tried to cheer him up the best he could, but he knew him well enough to not push.
They arrived to Lima Wednesday night, Kurt staying awake on his fifth cup of strong coffee – since he was driving – and therefore extremely giddy, and Blaine close to falling asleep beside him.
"Beee, we're here, honey," he sang and looked to Blaine, who had nearly dozed off, his eyelids half closed. The boy jumped slightly at Kurt's giddy, loud voice.
"Yeah- sure," he mumbled and shook his head, yawning loudly. He got up and helped his boyfriend carry the baggage and the blankets to Kurt's house.
"Right, so should I come back to-morrow, or?" Blaine said, a huge yawn interrupting his sentence.
"Tomorrow- B, what the hell are you talking about, there's absolutely no way you're driving home in that state. One car accident is enough for you, my dear," Kurt said sternly, and pulled him inside.
"But," Blaine said, but at the look Kurt gave him, he gave in. "Sure, thanks babe."
Kurt rolled his eyes and carried his bag up the stairs, Blaine following behind him. He quickly put them away, and did his nightly routine extra fast, while Blaine sat on his bed, head hung tiredly. When he came back fifteen minutes later – setting a new record, thank you very much – Blaine sat on his bed in the exact same position, rubbing his eyes gently.
Kurt chuckled as he approached his adorable boyfriend, the coffee still making him overly energetic and giddy. "Do you need assistance, Mr. Anderson?" he asked slyly and offered Blaine a hand to pull him out of the bed. Blaine very tiredly brushed his teeth and peed – not caring if Kurt was in there with him apparently – and slouched back into the room, pulling off his shirt in the act. He didn't get to take off his pants before he threw himself on the bed face down, though. Kurt kept chuckling as he helped taking them off, thinking back to the last time he did that, on a very tired – and very drunk – Blaine as well.
"Do you need to borrow a pajamas, honey?" Kurt asked as Blaine crept in under the covers. He just shook his head and hummed gratefully. Kurt bit his lip at when he got in bed as well; it had been more for his sake than Blaine's he had asked. How the hell was he supposed to not get turned on by Blaine in nothing but – very tight – briefs, in his bed?
"'M cold, Kurtie," Blaine muttered from his side of the bed. Kurt smiled as he moved closer and wrapped his arm around him, feeling the soft skin and muscled chest under his hands. Crap. When Blaine inevitably moved closer and felt Kurt's obvious excitement against his lower back, he turned his head, an amused – and very tired – smile on his face.
"Is that…?"
"B, you're in my bed, nearly naked, and I'm hyped on coffee, what do you expect?" he asked mortified, and hid his face in Blaine's neck.
"I think that's the first time I'm the one being too tired, and you're the one wanting to," Blaine chuckled, still sounding terribly tired, his eyelids half closed again, this time involuntarily. Kurt rolled his eyes, but nodded. "I'm really sorry, though, babe," he continued and yawned widely, then looked apologetically at him. "I'm afraid I might fall asleep."
"Shush, it's okay, forget it," Kurt said and shook his head. "Sleep honey, I'm probably too tired as well as soon as the coffee subsides."
"But I don't want you to go to bed with a hard-on, trust me I know how uncomfortable that is," Blaine said, sounding way too adorable and innocent for what he had just said. He had rested his head on the pillow again and looked very close to asleep.
"B, I'll be fine, go to sleep before you say something that'll make this harder for me," Kurt said and almost snorted at his own choice of words, as did Blaine. He wrapped his arms around him again, being careful to keep his hips away from Blaine's ass. "Goodnight beautiful."
"Goodnight, my love," Blaine mumbled. "I promise to make up for it tomorrow."
"Blaine?"
"Mmh?"
"You just made it so much worse!"
…
Burt and Carole knew that Blaine and Kurt had come that night, so that morning Blaine woke up to an amazing scent of coffee and pancakes. He glanced at the clock that read nine AM – nine? Wow, he was beginning to become a late sleeper – and then at his gorgeous boyfriend, deciding quite quickly that Kurt probably didn't mind being woken up by his lips. Since Burt and Carole were at work, there was no problem, right?
Blaine felt very self-satisfied that he kept his promise to Kurt – he still felt bad for leaving him in that unfortunate state last night – and as it turned out, Kurt didn't mind at all. Which was an understatement. Kurt had never been particularly noisy, he always tried to hold noises back – which Blaine always found absolutely arousing – but for some reason that morning, he did everything but.
And if he had thought silent Kurt turned him on… well, he had no idea.
It turned into a very long – and very loud – morning, and when they were both collapsed and completely spent, Blaine was quite terrified that Burt and Carole had taken a day off. And apparently Kurt had the same thought.
"Gosh, I really, really hope Dad and Carole are at work," Kurt said, still slightly out of breath. He lay sprawled on the bed, his head resting on Blaine's heaving chest. When he spoke, he turned around and placed his hands on Blaine's chest, hooking his chin there. His eyes looked stunning, like a fading sea storm.
Blaine chuckled and carded his hands through his thick chestnut-colored, now slightly damp, hair. "Who was the loud one this time, huh?" he asked teasingly.
"I guess all the roles are just reversed at the moment," Kurt smiled and blushed a pretty pink. "Though I still don't get how you can be so damn smug and sexy about it."
Blaine laughed. "You're adorable. And silly."
Kurt smirked and was just about to answer when it looked like a dark cloud went over his face, and his careless smile was replaced by a look of horror.
"Love?" Blaine asked alarmed and looked around as if something had happened.
"Finn!" Kurt said with wide dread-filled eyes. "Oh my God, Finn's home!"
Blaine's eyes widened as well and he felt his stomach churn in mortification. If anyone was home they would without doubt had heard them. "Shit," he mumbled, throwing his hand up to his face. Kurt's bit his lip, and his features slowly changed from horror, to disbelief, to mischief, and lastly to a wide amused grin. Blaine looked at him in wild confusion as the boy started laughing uncontrollably.
"Tell me you did not just make the lamest joke in all of history," he warned and Kurt shook his head, still laughing.
"Didn't," he uttered between laughs.
"So you're laughing because Finn heard us have very loud, very hot morning sex?"
"Yup," he nodded and kept laughing hysterically.
At the boy's obvious amusement he chuckled himself, and soon after they were both laughing loudly.
"Poor Finn," Kurt said when the laughing had faded and turned into light chuckling. "He'll be traumatized for life."
"I can't believe you're actually laughing," Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "But God, it's hilarious."
Fortunately for them the person that had made the breakfast had been clever and made the coffee in a thermo jug, leaving it warm and delicious for them. The pancakes had gone cold after being neglected for so long, but Blaine still found them delicious.
"Nothing better than breakfast in bed," Blaine hummed after they had finished their meal, his arms wrapped tightly around Kurt.
"I think I can come up with a few things," Kurt said smugly and kissed him briefly. "So are we ready to go and face Finn?"
Blaine chuckled and nodded, biting his lip. "Are we going with the innocent, oblivious strategy, the apologetic, or the smirkey, knowing one?"
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I'm somewhere in between apologetic and smirkey."
Blaine laughed with him, and they both got up from the bed, albeit reluctantly, and got dressed – both something loose to relax in, since they didn't really have any plans today.
When they got down in the living room, Finn was as expected beet red in the face, ruining all hopes that maybe he hadn't heard them. He sat at the TV, looking like he was trying to focus very hard on not looking at the two of them.
Kurt already felt his own blush creep up on his cheeks when he approached, Blaine following behind. "Morning, Finn," he said, and his voice was – to his surprise – teasing. Blaine sent him an amused smile.
Finn seemed to make up his mind about something, and then broke his gaze from the TV to look at them, a pretty traumatized look on his face. "Dudes, I'm happy you're here and back and everything, but seriously, I really don't feel like hearing you guys go at it in my house. I mean even the television couldn't muffle the noise."
Kurt pressed his lips together, close to having a fit of laughter again, as did Blaine beside him it seemed. "Look, Finn, about that, we're sorry," he chuckled and his blush was probably full on at the moment. When he looked at Blaine, he was in the same situation again. "We had totally forgotten you were here."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Finn said and waved his hand indifferently, though his face still looked quite horrified. "Just… remember next time?"
"We will," Blaine's calm voice said behind Kurt. He stepped closer and Kurt felt his arm around his waist a moment later. "We were just too used to being alone in a house, I guess. We're very sorry."
Finn just huffed and nodded. The boys sat down tentatively in the loveseat, as always cuddled close. After some time, Finn talked again, "Trust be told, I'm probably just jealous," he said silently, with a bitter smile on his lips.
Kurt's head snapped to Blaine, who smirked knowingly at him, and then to Finn. "You and Rachel didn't get together again yet?" he asked in genuine surprise and concern. Finn shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry Finn," Kurt continued, moving slightly away from Blaine's chest, where he had been resting his head. "I didn't even know. How didn't 'Cedes mention that on the phone?" He mumbled the last thing to himself.
"Yeah, no, she's, eh, saying that she will focus on her career now, so there isn't time for a boyfriend," Finn sulked. "And, you know, the worst part is, is that I know she's into me, but it's not enough."
Kurt rose from his seat with Blaine and went to hug Finn in the sofa. It was angled awkwardly since he was standing, but Finn seemed appreciative when he pulled away.
"You're gonna get her back, Finn," he said and looked at him with a sharp look.
"How though?" he asked his voice hopeful.
Kurt shrugged and looked to Blaine. "Tell her you love her and she can't say no to you. You know Rachel, do something romantic and you'll have her back in no time."
"But what about New York?" he asked hesitantly, though his eyes glistened with hope at Kurt's words.
"Well... Graduation is a year away, does she have any plans 'till then?" he asked with a wry smile.
Finn's face broke into a slow but solid smile, and nodded as he jumped off the sofa. "I need to go," he said and sprinted up to his room. Kurt just got to send his boyfriend a baffled look, when he came out again, wearing a clean T-shirt and fitting trousers. "Gotta to see Rachel, see ya!" he said. Just before he closed the door he peeked in again, a wary look on his face. "And eh, could you maybe… I mean, I really wouldn't like to walk in on something, and I kinda don't want to feel like I have to be careful in my own house, so eh, please?"
"Got it, Finn, of course," Blaine said when Kurt seemed too mortified – and surprised from Finn's sudden leaping – to answer. When the door shut, Kurt turned to Blaine with a mixed look on his face. He looked both on the verge of laughing, mortified and mischievous. "What's up, my love?"
"That was one of the most embarrassing, hilarious and proudest moments of my life," he said and dumped himself on the loveseat beside Blaine, laughing silently.
Blaine smiled and pulled him into his arms again. "Yeah… I really like Finn, you know. I'm starting to see how you could make yourself crush on him in your freshman year."
Kurt rolled his eyes at the subject being taken up again. "I don't know why the hell I told you that," he mumbled, and Blaine laughed. He took Kurt's face in both his hands, cupping his jaw with a teasing look in his eyes.
"Hey, I'm just jealous that I wasn't your first crush," Blaine said, making Kurt laugh and roll his eyes.
"Well, my first crush wasn't Finn, and yours wasn't me," Kurt pointed out. "Mine was Taylor Lautner – you are still not allowed to tease me, I don't get it either – and yours was Patrick Dempsey."
Blaine chuckled and nodded. "In that case you are right." Kurt nodded knowingly. "But just for the record, I think you're way more eligible than Patrick Dempsey ever was. And more gorgeous. And charming."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're ridiculous. B, take a look at the man, there's a reason they call him McDreamy."
"You're all the McDreamy I need, my love," Blaine said in his cheesy, angelic voice and Kurt chuckled, hugging him close.
"Yeah, yeah, suck it up, cheeto," he said and Blaine chuckled, pulling Kurt close until he was practically seated in his lap. Kurt smiled at the act and nuzzled his face in the hook of Blaine's neck, inhaling his sweet scent and felt the scruffy stubble on his neck, quite evident since he hadn't shaved this morning. "Have I ever told you I love your stubble?" he asked and kept grazing his nose against the small hairs.
Blaine chuckled. "No you haven't," he mused. "Sorry, I'll go shave in a bit. My hair grows out so fast, it's pretty annoying, really."
"Mmh, no, leave it," Kurt urged. "I'm not kidding, I like it."
Blaine raised his eyebrows at him, and Kurt just nodded eagerly. "It doesn't bother you when I kiss you?" he asked, his voice half teasing.
Kurt chuckled and shook his head, kissing him sweetly to prove his point. "It tickles, it's funny," he said. "And hot. Really hot, actually." His smile turned mischievous and he let a finger trace his cheek and neck. "Why do you think I love morning sex so much?"
Needless to say, Blaine didn't shave that morning.
That Thursday turned into a well-earned cuddle day, containing lots of movies, snacks, and cuddles. Kurt found it to be very much needed, and couldn't remember a day where he and Blaine simply had done nothing at all.
They kept their promise to Finn that day, which was sort of strange to them, since they seemed to always get halfway through a movie before they got completely lost on each other. Somehow Kurt found that great as well. As much as he loved sex, he adored cuddles as well, sometimes even more.
"You're quiet," Blaine mused, interrupting his thoughts. It was late, around noon, and Burt and Carole would be home anytime now. Currently they lay in the sofa, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest again, loving the feeling of the stubble against his forehead – somehow that had turned into his new favorite thing. Blaine carded his hands through his hair, his hands so gentle and soothing and wonderful against his scalp that he was close to falling asleep.
"Sorry what?" he answered, lost in Blaine's touch.
Blaine chuckled softly. "I said you're quiet, beautiful," he repeated, kissing his hair gently before continuing his to-die-for scalp massage.
"Mmmh, I'm enjoying," Kurt mumbled incoherently. "You have magic hands."
"You're endearing," Blaine chuckled. "So you liked today?"
"Mmmh," Kurt said and would nod, but was too scared Blaine would stop touching his hair if he did. "Loved, B. Loved today. I love cuddling. And relaxing. And your hands."
The dark-haired boy kept chuckling, his hands still massaging his skull gently. "I'm sorry if I've been dragging you out too much and not letting you relax. I get that new experiences can be tiring."
Kurt let out a disapproving noise at his words though, and once again was too afraid to move his head. "No, B, you've been amazing. Everything's been amazing," he last came out in a sigh, when Blaine's hand reached a new, unexplored spot in his hair.
"I'm glad, my love," Blaine whispered and removed his hand to pull Kurt up to him again. Kurt whined at the lost contact, making Blaine chuckle. "I'm sorry, I'll continue later, but will you let me give you your next pendant now?"
"For today?" Kurt asked baffled.
"For the trip, dummy," Blaine chuckled and kissed his nose.
"But I thought you already gave me a pendant for that," Kurt said and showed him the sea star pendant.
"No, that was for the skinny dipping and the beach, this is for the spontaneous road trip." Kurt sent him a look and he grimaced. "Okay, somewhat spontaneous."
Kurt chuckled and nodded. "Okay, I'd love that," he said and kissed Blaine's lips briefly. The boy smiled eagerly and got up from the sofa, scurrying up the stairs. Not more than five seconds later, he stood in front of Kurt with the familiar, small plastic bag that the charms probably got delivered in.
"This is the last," Blaine said, his voice excited as always when Kurt accepted the charms. Kurt smiled gratefully and took the plastic bag tentatively.
"C'mere," he muttered for Blaine, and the boy grinned as he sat down again, pulling Kurt's calves into his lap. Kurt bit his lip as he opened the little bag, pulling out a little silver car. It was beautiful and petite, and Kurt wondered how so many details could be engraved into such a small piece of silver.
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"It's beautiful," Kurt mumbled and looked at the little piece in awe. "Just like all the others."
Blaine smiled wider and seemed more than satisfied with Kurt's comment. "It's to symbolize our road trip, of course, but too our… journey." Kurt's look softened and he looked down at the jewelry again before clicking it onto the bracelet. "Everything we've been through, and everything we will go through."
Blaine almost didn't get to finish his sentence before Kurt flung himself into his arms, straddling his lap. He felt tears sting in the corners of his eyes, as his boyfriend held him tighter, rubbing his back gently.
"I love you so much, B," he whispered, his voice quavering. "Thank you." He sniffled quietly. "Thank you."
"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine answered, pulling away to look him in the eye. They were a liquid honey right then, like they always were when he was emotional. "And you're welcome. I'm not doing it for completely selfless reasons, though, so there really is no need to thank me."
"Shush," Kurt just uttered, his hands cupping Blaine's jaw. His eyes stung slightly, and he knew they had to be red rimmed. "I will do everything, B, I will fight, I promise."
Blaine nodded and swallowed, a slim, but grateful smile on his lips. His eyes were getting blank as well, and Kurt hurried to shake his head, chuckling wateringly. "No, no crying," he said with a small smile. "Just like we promised, remember?"
"C'mere," Blaine murmured, his voice slightly strained. He pulled Kurt closer by the neck, pressing their lips together. The kiss started out slow and hesitant, both boys close to letting their tears drop. Slowly Blaine pulled Kurt closer, though, his hands needy, but gentle on his waist. That was what the kiss was: needy, longing. A promise, even though Kurt knew it was out of their hands.
When they broke apart, Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's, letting his hands fall from his jaw and hairline, and toyed with the bracelet around his wrist. His gaze fell on the silver band around his finger, and he couldn't help the small smile on his lips.
"What, my love?" Blaine murmured, watching Kurt with his dreamy honey eyes.
"Just… Just thank you, Blaine," he said, looking at him through his eyelashes. "I can't say it enough, I truly can't."
"I could say the same to you," Blaine said.
Kurt wetted his lips before looking up into the liquid eyes completely. He smiled slyly. "I guess our promise to not think about the surgery failed, huh?" he asked.
Blaine chuckled and shrugged. "Well, maybe that was a foolish promise," he said and pulled Kurt closer, urging him to rest his head on his shoulder. Kurt chuckled and climbed off his lap before obliging.
"Maybe," he murmured. "But either way, I've been happy, B. Absolutely, completely happy. So in my opinion, it went pretty well."
He felt Blaine squeeze his waist affably. "In mine, too," he said.
Kurt exhaled and sat up straight, wanting to wipe the bittersweet mood away. "So, plans for this weekend?" he asked, his voice clear.
Blaine smiled at him. He had that glint of awe in his eyes again, the one he always had when he found something particularly impressive. "I was just thinking we'd be with our families and friends this weekend? I feel so selfish for stealing you away from everyone all the time."
"I love that idea," Kurt nodded. "And I'm not complaining."
Blaine chuckled, and rearranged himself to sit Indian style on the sofa, facing Kurt. "I also thought that it could be a good idea to invite you all over for dinner? Burt, Carole, you, and Finn, I mean. For them to meet Lucy, you know."
Kurt nodded eagerly, a wide smile on his face. "I love that idea," he said. "Carole already loves her."
Blaine nodded satisfied and was just about to say something when someone barged in through the door.
"Hey Finn," Kurt called knowingly, genuinely excited to hear about his brother and his friends (possible) reconciliation.
"Hi little brother, hey Blaine," Finn said from the hall, by the sounds of it throwing off his shoes and jacket. His voice said it all – the two of them had definitely gotten back together.
"So?" he asked for the good of it, as Finn came I through the door – ducking as always due to his abnormal height – with a huge smile on his face. "How did it go?"
"Well," He said, sitting down on the loveseat beside the two boys. Both Blaine and Kurt turned to him expectantly. "Rach and I got back together!"
Kurt squealed and smiled hugely, jumping up to give Finn a high-five. "Dude!" he said, and both Finn's and Blaine's eyes widened.
"Did you seriously just say 'dude'?" Finn asked.
"Yep," Kurt just said carelessly and sat back down on the sofa, still turned to Finn. "So, tell us everything. What did you say to her?"
Finn's face lit up as if he had just forgotten what he had just told them. "Oh right! Well, I showed up at her doorstep and I told her everything you said. And she obviously appreciated the romance in it, and, well, she got all soft and smiley and kissed me, and now we're back together," he said exhilarated, but then his smile faded slightly. "She'll still be going to New York, though, and nothing will stop her."
"Well, can't you go with her?" Blaine asked. Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his seat beside him, and was thankful when he took over for him.
Finn shrugged his enormous shoulders and smiled sadly. "Dunno. I guess for now we'll just see what happens, you know?"
"That's really wise," Blaine nodded softly, and Kurt could feel his gaze on him.
"Did you two fight or something while I was gone, or?" Finn asked awkwardly, his hands doing some weird, tentative gesture.
"What?" Kurt asked startled and looked to Blaine, who chuckled slightly, clearly also baffled.
"No, we didn't, Finn, why would you think that?" Blaine asked amused.
Finn shrugged again, looking apologetic. "You just always sit like halfway on top of each other, or touch each other in some way or something," he said and shrugged again. "Sorry, forget it."
Blaine chuckled behind him and Kurt smiled as he felt his arms encircle his waist. "Well thanks for the concern, but nope, we did absolutely not," he said and kissed Kurt's neck, making the boy giggle.
Finn quickly turned his gaze towards the TV and nodded. "Sorry I asked."
Kurt rolled his eyes at his ridiculous boyfriend, but leaned into his touch. "So would Rachel be joining if we all were invited to eat dinner at Blaine's sometime?" he asked.
Finn turned to him with a curious smile. "Sure! Would I get to meet Lucy then?" he asked sounding so excited that both Kurt and Blaine had to laugh and nod.
"You would, and Dad and Carole, that was sort of the idea," Kurt said, and as if on cue the door opened in the hall again, and two voices was heard – unmistakably Carole and Burt.
"C'mon, B," he said and pulled his boyfriend out of the sofa and into the hallway.
"Kurt, hi honey!" Carole exclaimed as he saw them approach and hugged him close as soon as he came closer, and afterwards moved on to Blaine. "And hi to you, Blaine, it's so nice to see you both!"
"Hi Carole, it's nice to see you, too," Blaine said and hugged her back as Kurt was being embraced by his father. "We've missed you!"
"You too, sweetheart," Carole said with her gentle smile.
"What's up, kid?" Burt's gruff voice was heard, and Blaine smiled and accepted the one-armed hug.
"Hi, Burt," he said. "I'm terribly sorry for stealing Kurt for so long, I promise this was the last time."
Burt chuckled as he let him go. "As long as you keep that smile on his face, bud," he said and went to kiss Carole's cheek and take the grocery bag from the ground, walking into the kitchen with it.
"Now!" Carole said excited as they were all gathered in the kitchen. Kurt and Blaine quickly agreed to help with dinner, Kurt ushering his father into the living room to relax meanwhile. "Tell me, how was New Jersey?"
And they did while chopping vegetables and peeling potatoes. Kurt told her about the amazing clothes shop he had found near the house and Blaine about the beach and some of the funny tourists they had seen.
By the time dinner rolled around, they still told stories, from Kurt's bowling skills – which Kurt rolled his eyes at – to Blaine's stunt with falling asleep on the beach and nearly scorching his entire back, if it hadn't been for Kurt noticing last minute ("Since someone refuses to wear sunscreen every time I tell him to." "Kurt if I use that SPF 50 you carry around, there would be no reason at all to lie in the sun in the first place.")
Burt, Carole and Finn all seemed genuinely entertained and enjoyed hearing about their trip. Kurt felt warmth spread in his chest, when his father smiled at him in that proud, satisfied way. Finn told about his and Rachel reconciliation as well, and then Burt and Carole told a bit about how they'd been.
All in all, dinner was amazing, and Kurt discovered that even though being with Blaine was wonderful he had missed his family a lot.
"So B and I were talking," Kurt started not even noticing how he called Blaine by his nickname. "And we thought that we'd stay here for a bit, maybe over the weekend?" he looked to Blaine and the boy nodded.
"We'd love that," Carole said with her warm smile. "I want to catch up a bit more."
"Us too," Blaine said softly, his warm voice calming as always.
"And, eh, we thought about having a big family dinner with Lucy and James as well," Kurt said. "We could invite them over here, or we could come there? For you to meet Lucy and everything."
"Sound' good, son," Burt nodded as he finished chewing. "It's been long since I've talked to James, too."
"Of course," Carole said, sounding eager. "That's a wonderful idea, boys."
Blaine and Kurt nodded and smiled self-satisfied.
The evening went by quickly, Blaine helping Carole and Finn with the dishes while Kurt and Burt talked a bit more in the living room. He had missed his dad more than he knew, and when Blaine came in, saying he'd been told to join them while Carole and Finn finished, Burt had his arm slung over Kurt's shoulder. At the act, Blaine's eyes softened and he smiled as he sat down beside Kurt on the sofa. Kurt could feel he didn't want to interrupt. He took his hand in his, and smiled softly, making Blaine's eyes turn liquid again and Kurt lose himself in them as always. Later Finn and Carole came in, and the five of them put on a Harry Potter movie – since it was the only movie they all could agree on – Blaine and Kurt cuddled close in one end of the couch, Carole and Burt sitting close in the other, and Finn in the love seat.
And in that moment, as Blaine's hand traced soft patterns into Kurt's arm and little Harry had just been told he was a wizard, he knew that Blaine had kept his promise. He really was happier than he had ever been. And by now, that was really saying something.
It was too terrifying to think about how it would all soon be over.
The phrase 'time flies when you're having fun' had never been more real to Kurt the following weekend. Every time he looked at the clock, he felt that the timer had moved with double speed, surprising him every time.
Last Friday, when Blaine and himself had been at Wes' house with all their other dorkey friends from Dalton, it was as if they had to go before they even got there, due to dinnertime home in Lima. Saturday and Sunday were the same, the time flying by, as Blaine and Kurt chatted away with Carole or Finn and Rachel or Burt, catching up with everything. Especially Saturday night when Lucy and James were invited over for dinner, the time disappeared in laughter and animated talk. As expected was Lucy seen an equal part of the family after that night, everyone happy that James had found such a sweetheart to date (to quote Carole)
Something that took Kurt by surprise, though, was that in those two days, he and Rachel had gotten ten times closer. She had changed a lot in these past months, going from completely self-absorbed and annoyingly ambitious, to quite sweet and even considerate and interested in Kurt for a change. He couldn't recall a moment where Rachel had actually asked about him before then. The two of them talked away in a blur about New York and Wicked – Rachel of course wanting to know every little detail of the show, even though she had a bootleg at home – and relationships. Blaine joined in on some of the less nerdy topics, and later on when he and Kurt were alone, he too conceded that he had taken a liking to Rachel as well.
Now, though, Sunday night, the mood had dropped considerably. Blaine and Kurt had just finished getting ready to bed, after said goodnight to Carole, Burt and Finn. They now lay entangled on Kurt's bed in silence. Tomorrow, Kurt kept thinking. Tomorrow it will all become present instead of something frightening in the future. Tomorrow it will become real. Tomorrow it will start.
He felt a squeeze around his waist and he moved his gaze to look into the beautiful, amber eyes. Blaine's face was soft and vulnerable as he sent him a small, reassuring smile. "We'll get through this," he whispered and Kurt nodded and kissed him with every last hope his body contained, every last passion and fervency. And for a while, with Blaine's lips pressed to his own, the worries and fears disappeared, leaving him in his very own happy place where nothing could touch him.
But when he lay down, Blaine's strong arms around him holding him close, the thoughts returned.
Tomorrow…
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