CHAPTER 52
"Suuuugaarrrrrrrrr….." Jeff whined, banging on Blaine's door at an ungodly early hour. He'd worked the night before, played with the guys at the bar, then took a broken Nick home. When he finally got back to the apartment it was almost 4 a.m. By his clock, it was now 6:45 a.m. and Jeff was making enough noise to raise the dead. "Coming in now. Put your junk away. I'm not in the mood…." Jeff announced, whipping the door open and staggering in.
Blaine rolled over and gave him one opened eye, unsure if he should throw something at Jeff or worry about his obvious state of idiocy.
"You drunk?" he mumbled out from under his pillow.
"No, tired, but I can't sleep. Sugar." Was all Jeff said.
"Why the hell are you calling me Sugar, Jeff, it's creepy!" Blaine said, almost wanting to laugh. "You sure you're not drunk?"
"Need coffee. No sugar here. Gross without sugar. Can't find anything…no honey, no Splenda, nothing. I'd settle for the marshmallows in Lucky Charms but you don't have that either." Jeff said, flopping down on Blaine's bed and crushing his feet.
"You'll live. Go away, let me sleep, man! I didn't get in until four!" Blaine growled, clearly tired and not up for this discussion.
"Not leaving. Need sugar."
"Go ask Kurt! Out!"
"Kurt was up as late as I was last night, and he's mean when you wake him up. Not even going there. Find me some sugar or I'm not letting you sleep." Jeff whined.
"I hate you."
"You love me. Sugar."
"STOP, you're creeping me out…calling me that…or whatever! God damn it, Jeff…. The fuck…." Blaine growled out. He threw his covers back and stalked out of the room, opening cabinets here and there, searching for anything to shut Jeff up. Nothing. It was time to go to the grocery store and he dreaded that. With a sigh he went to the door and walked into the hallway. He knocked on Seb's door several times but got no answer. Jeff was right. Banging on Kurt's door this early would only get him the bitch glare he was terrified of. Not an option. 7 a.m. in the morning. Who the hell was up at this hour? Maggie?
"Jeff, go ask Maggie." Blaine yelled, stumbling back into his apartment. Jeff was still sprawled out on his bed.
"No. I don't know her well enough to show up at 7 a.m. and bang on her door. You go."
"I am totally going to beat your ass when I'm fully awake. You SO owe me, you asshole!" Blaine growled walking out the door barefoot, in nothing but his sleep pants. He was too tired to give a shit that he was crossing a New York City street at 7 a.m. in his jammies. He just hoped Maggie was up. He trudged up the stairs and leaned into the door, listening for movement or talking. Yep, the kids were up and watching cartoons. He knocked softly, and heard the pitter patter of feet approach the door.
"Hullo?" he heard from inside.
"Hey, Mattie, it's Blaine. Is mommy up yet?"
"She just went potty and then back into her room. You need to come in?" Mattie asked him quietly.
"Yeah, if that's ok, I just need to borrow something?" Blaine answered, mindful of his volume at such an early hour.
Mattie fiddled with the locks on the door and it soon swung open. He saw Evee snuggled up on the sofa with a blanket around her feet. Mattie launched himself back to the sofa as well and shoved his own little feet under the blanket.
"She's in her room. I've heard her moving around, so she's prob'ly dressed already." Evee said, never taking her eyes from the t.v.
Walking down the short hallway, Blaine noticed that Maggie's door was ajar and knocked softly pushing it open just a hair. "Mags?" he whispered, and he saw her head fly up from under the covers. Her eyes were wild and she looked frightened. "Mags, you ok? You look like…" he began, but was cut off by a growl from beneath the sea of white comforter.
"…the fuck…men always just walk into your room this early in the morning?"
"Um…" Maggie said, shaking her head as if to clear it. "I….." she stuttered out, still looking like she was in a panic.
"Shit, Mags, sorry. I didn't realize you had um…company?" Blaine said quietly, unsure if the kids knew there was someone else there. It briefly dawned on him that it didn't seem like Maggie to have a man over with the kids home. Very briefly….
"It's….it's ok, I…." she tried, but again failed to get a full sentence out.
"I just wanted to borrow some sugar. I'll show myself out." Blaine said, blushing and beginning to pull the door shut.
"Yeah, well, I was GETTING some sugar before you came in and ruined that, BLAINE!" came the muffled growl from beneath the covers.
Blaine stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and every hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He took a deep breath, then turned to face the door again, pushing it open slowly. Maggie hadn't moved from the bed and the lump next to her hadn't either. Her eyes had finally closed though, and her head was hung, resting on her knees which she'd pulled up to her chest beneath the covers.
Blaine glanced to the dresser beside him and, seeing a phone there, he picked it up. He didn't know which one of them the phone belonged to, and didn't care, really. Dialing Jeff's number, he waited for the man to pick up and barked out a single order. "Jeff, it's me, come over to Maggie's and hang with the kids for a few minutes. No, now. NOW, please." He then set the phone down and went into the living room to wait for Jeff.
Within minutes the kids were unceremoniously herded into their room with Jeff, with a promise that they could absolutely finish their cartoons as soon as Blaine left.
"Everything ok?" Jeff said, clearly worried at Blaine's tone.
"Fine…I'll be gone soon." Blaine answered calmly.
Jeff went back into the children's bedroom, but then stuck his head out again. "Does she have any sugar?" he whispered.
"JEFF!" Blaine roared, and the blonde skittered back into the kids' room. Blaine turned back to Maggie's room and squared his shoulders for the confrontation.
"Get out. Now. Don't make me throw you out. I will." He said calmly. Everything inside him was churning and he was doing his very best not to freak out with the kids in the house. "Go across the street and meet me there. I'm not fucking around, Cooper."
"B-Blaine…don't freak out…." Maggie began.
"I think I'm being pretty calm…for now. Don't make me upset the kids, Coop. OUT. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. God damn you, can't you keep your pants on for just one fucking second?" he hissed. "And Maggie? Sweet, innocent, WITH KIDS Maggie? Mags….I'm….I'm sorry. I never should have even brought him around you….Oh my God…." Blaine said softly, his head hung, hands gripping hard at his hair.
"Now wait just a minute, Blaine –" Cooper began, but Blaine cut him off.
"NOT HERE, COOPER." He hissed. "NOT with the kids in the next room. Get the hell out of here before they see you. They shouldn't be subjected to this, especially since they'll probably never see your sorry ass again. I love you man, but you've just gone WAY too far this time. I'm not asking you again. GET. OUT." Blaine demanded.
"B-But….no, it's…it's ok, Blaine." Maggie tried to say, still flustered.
"No, honey, it's ok. Let him get his anger out on me. Don't worry. I can still take him." Cooper smiled for Maggie, but never took his eyes off of Blaine, clearly taunting him. He sat up under the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, then stood unceremoniously, bare as the day he was born, and held out his arm toward the door. "After you, little brother."
"…gotta be fucking kidding me…" Blaine mumbled, walking out the bedroom door. Cooper followed behind him, grabbing his dark boxer briefs from the floor and swiftly slipping them on. He then headed out behind Blaine. They were halfway across the street before Blaine realized that Coop hadn't put anything but underwear on and he was walking behind him. "What is your PROBLEM, Cooper? You can't just….." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. He took the steps two at a time and slammed through his own door, turning and waiting for Cooper. Seconds later his brother followed him inside.
"Blaine, you don't even know what's going on!" Coop yelled.
"I'm not blind, Cooper! I know exactly what was going on. What the hell are you thinking? You know how I feel about Maggie. She's a great person. She's special. She has beautiful children. She's smart and funny and you…you can't just walk into her life and fuck around with her the way you do with all of your other conquests! She's my friend, and I won't let you screw her up this way!" Blaine yelled.
"Blaine-" Cooper began again, reaching out to grab his brother's shoulder, but Blaine was blind with anger and turned around with one thing in mind. He hauled off and landed a right hook at Cooper's face. Coop staggered back and into the island in the kitchen, but recovered quickly and dove at Blaine. When Maggie finally made it through the door, clutching her bed sheet around her body like a toga, all she saw was the two men rolling around on the ground fighting.
"She's not one of your whores, Cooper!"
"I'd never treat her like that. You don't even know the whole story, you ass!"
"I know what I saw, and that was you climbing out of my friend's bed bare assed, and I don't need to ask what you were doing!"
"She's a grown woman, and she makes her own decisions!"
"Well, if she made this one, it was a bad one!"
"What the fuck, man, I'm your brother!"
"You're my brother that will fuck anything that doesn't have a dick, Cooper! Don't you mess with her!"
"STOP! Oh my God, you two, please!" Maggie cried. Both men paused, looking up to see her in the doorway, Sebastian and Kurt both behind her with wide eyes and mouths hanging wide open. "Blaine…Cooper!" she said, eyes wet with tears. "Stop this….please…." she said, her voice breaking. "Oh God, Coop…I knew we should have said something sooner!" she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Mags…" Blaine sighed, jumping up off the floor and away from Cooper, leading her over to the sofa to sit down. "I'm sorry, I-" he began, but she cut him off.
"We've been dating for a while now, Blaine." Maggie blurted out.
"A while? Define 'a while' for me?" he asked.
"Since the day after we were all here for breakfast." She said shyly.
Blaine glanced at Cooper, who looked sheepish, knowing this was something he shouldn't have kept from Blaine. This scene was bound to play out, and he probably deserved the throbbing in his jaw for hiding it from his only brother.
"Well, I, for one, was quite enjoying the show before Maggie broke it up. Two hot guys rolling around on the floor in their undies….Blaine, you're wearing too much." Sebastian said drolly, eyes wide and bright as if he expected Blaine to just lose his pajama pants because he said so.
"Oh my God, you're bleeding, Blaine!" Kurt said, rushing in and hauling Blaine to the kitchen sink. He wet a towel and began dabbing at his boyfriend's lip softly, trying to get him to calm down. As they walked back over to the sofa, Blaine sat next to Maggie with Cooper on her other side. "Ok, I think you all clearly have things to discuss. Sebastian and I will leave you alone if you promise not to behave like ANIMALS, and get through this like adults?" Kurt said, giving them one of his patented bitch glares. "Blaine, call me when this…this…whatever this is…is concluded?"
"Yeah…I will...ok." Blaine said, sheepishly.
Kurt closed the door behind himself and Seb and huffed out into the hallway. Seb walked slowly to his own door without saying a word.
"What, nothing snarky to say to me this morning, Sebastian?" Kurt asked, his guard up now, keeping his back to Sebastian.
"Hmmmmm, it's too early to think of something fun to say to you….unless you wanna waste a few minutes together while Blaine's otherwise occupied?"
"Oh my GOD….you….you're…..ughhhh!" Kurt huffed out again, striding through his own door and slamming it shut. Sebastian just smiled and went into his own apartment.
"So that's what's going on." Maggie said, after telling Blaine of all the times they were supposed to tell him, when he was supposed to meet with them but cancelled, and how they'd planned to tell him this morning come hell or high water.
"Cooper, I'm not joking. Don't even think-" he began.
"I'm in love with her, Blaine!" he said, and the look on Blaine's face was comedic. "Don't look at me like that, Squirt. How can you fault me there? She's perfect! Look at this woman…she's beautiful and smart, witty and kind, and the kids….oh my God, the kids….I just want to be in their lives for a long, long time if she'll let me!" Cooper blurted out. It was a toss up between Maggie and Blaine in terms of which one was more stunned at his outburst.
"Coop?" Blaine said, tilting his head to the side and giving his brother a knowing look. Then he turned and looked at Maggie, who only smiled and nodded at him, confirming that she felt the same about Cooper. Blaine raked his hands over his face, dropping his head into his open palms and shaking his head. "Alright….ok. But mark my words, if you hurt her, Cooper-"
"I won't! I couldn't…I never would, Blaine. Never…"
"Ok. Ok, then. Get out of my apartment now." Blaine said, a smile trying to sneak through. " I don't want your ass on my sofa wearing just your boxers. I'm sorry I hit you." He said, rolling his eyes.
"No you're not, and somewhere along the line I probably deserved it." Coop smiled.
"Send Jeff home?" Blaine laughed. "And don't let him come home without sugar."
Maggie gave him a confused look at that statement, but shrugged and walked out the door, still clutching her toga like a lifeline. She paused, looked at Cooper, laughed and then opened her sheet a bit to share with him as they made their way down the steps and across the street.
"So he claims to love her, and she, apparently, feels the same way. I'm dumbfounded. Totally and completely just…mind blown, Kurt. Is it me or is this really weird?" Blaine asked him as they sat in Blaine's living room drinking coffee….coffee with sugar that Jeff had brought back with him. He'd given up on going back to sleep after the morning's craziness and just showered and dressed instead.
"Yeah, I'll give you weird, but they look pretty cute together, don't they?" Kurt smiled.
"Adorable, and it makes me want to puke." Blaine deadpanned. "It's just…you know Coop. If asked, I'd have to say he's incapable of making this kind of commitment to a relationship. In love? He's been my brother for 26 years and never, in all that time, has he even given a girl a serious second look, let alone uttered the L-word! It's surreal. And they've only known each other for a matter of weeks! WEEKS, Kurt. What can you know about someone in a matter of weeks?" he squealed.
Kurt was quiet for a minute, thinking and lost in his own mind. Blaine didn't say anything, and was obviously lost in his thoughts as well. Finally Kurt spoke.
"I uh…I think you can know a lot in just a few weeks, I guess." He said quietly, picking his coffee cup up from the table, but only holding it on his lap. He stared into the cup as if the answers to the universe were contained inside.
"You think so? I mean, I don't know, maybe it's because it's Cooper, but how can you know if you love someone so soon. Is it me?"
"Maybe….I mean, I knew I loved you weeks ago, and it probably would have helped if I'd said something, but-" Kurt muttered, but Blaine cut him off.
"Yeah, but it's Cooper, we both know he-" Blaine started, but then ground to a halt, staring at Kurt, eyes wide and with a look of what could have been panic on his face. "W-w-what?" he stuttered out, watching Kurt, who was staring intently at the seam in his jeans now.
"I said I um….I knew…a while ago…that I love you."
"You….Kurt, you- ?" Blaine tried to say, but he couldn't grasp words. Kurt was beginning to get uncomfortable with his admission and Blaine's reaction, and he stood, straightening his shirt tail and smoothing out the jeans at his thighs. Blaine didn't move.
"Ok, clearly this is now awkward, so I'm gonna head on out and…and…go die or something." Kurt said quietly, quickly walking out the door and slamming it shut. Blaine still hadn't moved.
"Dude, I love ya, but you're a fucking idiot." Jeff said, matter of factly, walking into the living room from his bedroom when he'd heard the door slam. "Kurt just said he loves you and you just sat there like a fucktard and didn't even reply. Do you know what he's thinking right now? I'd bet anything that he's over there in his apartment falling apart, thinking he said something stupid and regretting the fact that he told you because he thinks you clearly don't feel the same! What the hell, man?" Jeff railed, staring holes through Blaine. Finally, Blaine looked up at him, breath heaving and face as pale as Jeff had ever seen it. He hadn't moved an inch since Kurt walked out the door. His mouth was still hanging open like Marley's ghost.
"The most beautiful, amazing man on the face of the earth loves me, Jeff. He said it. I heard him. It came out of his mouth twice. I wasn't dreaming, I know I wasn't. That perfect man down the hall loves me. ME…Jeff. I….I'm…..I just… Oh my God. Oh my God, Jeff, I didn't say anything. I just sat here! Oh Jesus…he's….I have to go talk to him!" Blaine said, jumping up from his seat and rushing for the door on weak knees. His entire body was tingly from Kurt's words and he kept repeating them over and over in his head, loving the sound of Kurt's voice making that admission. He sprinted down to Kurt's door and knocked hard, but there was no answer, and no movement from inside. He knocked again and called through the door.
"Kurt….Kurt, please open up. I'm sorry! I…I'm such an idiot, but you caught me so off guard and….Kurt please, open the door?" he said, clearly distressed.
"Trouble in paradise already?" Seb said from behind him.
"Not now, Seb….I've really screwed up and he won't open the door. If ever there was a time I wish I had super human strength enough to break this damn door down, it's now. I need to get in there and talk to him before he freaks out and gets himself totally worked up." He knocked again.
"Did you try the doorknob?" Seb asked, as if Blaine were an idiot.
"Of course I tried the…um…" Blaine said, turning the knob on the door and pushing it open.
"Moron…" Seb muttered, before laughing and heading down the steps.
Blaine stepped inside but didn't see or hear Kurt anywhere. He made his way through the apartment looking into each room, but not finding Kurt. His bedroom door was at the end of the hallway and it was closed. Blaine paused at the door listening and what he heard broke his heart. Kurt was sobbing quietly inside and Blaine felt like he'd been sucker punched.
He pushed the door open slowly and quietly, spotting Kurt laying on his bed, face down, shoulders shaking softly.
"Kurt?" he whispered. "Please…talk to me?"
"Go away. Clearly I've made enough of an ass of myself for one day. I don't need you here to witness it again, ok?" Kurt mumbled, never raising his head.
"Kurt….I'm sorry. I was so stunned, I…please look at me?" Kurt just shook his head and buried further into the pillow at his face. "Baby….please?" he asked again. Kurt's shoulders shook even more at the endearment.
"I'm sorry I said it, Blaine. Can we just forget it? Please?" he said, clearly still sobbing and broken.
"No, I won't forget it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm going to uh…." He paused, grabbing his phone from his pocket and taking a picture of Kurt laying in a lump on his bed, the flash lighting up the whole room. "For posterity" he grinned.
"Blaine! What the hell was that for!?" Kurt yelled, finally sitting up and giving Blaine the bitch glare once again, before falling back into his pillow cocoon.
"There will come a time…I know this, where I will look back and say 'here's the photo I took the day the love of my life first told me he loved me. I was so surprised, so stunned, so exhilarated, that I couldn't reply. Instead, he thought I didn't feel the same way, and he ran out. What he didn't know was that I knew long ago that he was the one…the one and only. In fact, there was a moment, sitting on a piano bench in a musty attic where I thought to myself 'oh, there you are, I've been looking for you forever….'. Kurt, I wish you'd look at me?" Blaine said softly. Kurt peeked out from his pillow, eyes red and puffy, and gave Blaine a hopeful look. "Kurt Hummel, love of my life, I love you, too, you adorable man." He smiled.
It didn't take long for Kurt to recover and launch himself into Blaine's arms, still sobbing, but from happiness now.
"You're not just saying that because I blurted out how I felt?" he asked Blaine, who threw his head back and laughed.
"Kurt, I've known for a long time. Probably since that first night. I was terrified to tell you. I thought you'd run for the hills. I thought you'd say it was too soon to know anything like that and think I was a raving lunatic!" Blaine said, laughing. He thought back to the moment he spoke with Thad and Trent on the phone about their engagement and the vision he had of Kurt with a wedding ring on his hand. Smiling, he leaned in and kissed Kurt softly. "I love you. I really, really do, Kurt."
"Love you too…" Kurt whispered, leaning up to kiss Blaine fiercely. "I'm sorry I sprung that on you. I should have had flowers and candles and something ridiculously expensive on ice to drink, but….Blaine…" he said, chuckling when he realized there were tears falling softly down Blaine's cheeks.
"Don't laugh. You just…I don't think I've ever wanted to hear words from someone so much that I was struck dumb when they were said!" he chuckled at himself. Kurt nuzzled into his neck and Blaine squeezed him tightly, holding on and smiling widely over Kurt's shoulder where his chin rested. "I think we should celebrate? Will you do me the honor of accompanying me for dinner this evening, Mr. Hummel?"
"I'd like nothing more, Mr. Anderson." Kurt smiled.
Dinner was perfect, and as Blaine dropped him off at the door, Kurt knew he'd done the right thing in telling Blaine his feelings. Sure, it was a little overwhelming when Blaine freaked out and didn't reply at all, but in a few short minutes, he was explaining himself and it ended well. They'd had a delicious dinner, great conversation and now, here they were, standing outside of Kurt's door with Kurt a blushing mess. He didn't want Blaine to leave, but he felt way too forward asking him to come inside. Why? He'd done that before, right? But something felt 'off'.
"Thanks…for dinner…I had a great time." Kurt said shyly.
"The pleasure was all mine, I'm sure. I had the best company seated at my table." Blaine said, his gorgeous smile seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the hallway. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Hmmmm, let's see. I think I should probably make time in my day for the most romantic man I know. Maybe he'll join me for coffee?" Kurt said, smelling the flowers in his hands that Blaine had brought him.
"I think he might. He seems to enjoy your company an awful lot. Do you think I should be jealous of this romantic man?" Blaine teased him.
"No, not at all." Kurt blushed. "So um…thanks…again…for dinner." He stumbled through his words.
"You're very welcome, Kurt. Thanks for going with me. I'll see you tomorrow." Blaine smiled and held the door open for Kurt to enter his apartment before backing up and heading down to his own door. He smiled before stepping inside and Kurt's heart soared. Good Lord he was SO handsome, Kurt mused. His door clicked shut and he leaned against it, internally squealing like a little schoolgirl. It had been a perfect night! He loved Blaine, Blaine loved him, and tomorrow— Kurt paused in his thinking as there was a swift knock on the door. He turned from his spot and flung the door open without thought, not entirely surprised to see Blaine on the other side, fidgeting at the threshold and looking a little flustered. Without giving Kurt a minute to question why he was there, Blaine spoke.
"I don't know how I forgot….this night has been so perfect and I left out the best part…." He muttered quietly, then surged up on his toes and connected his mouth to Kurt's, his hands weaving into the soft chestnut hair, and feeling Kurt relax into his arms. Kurt's mouth opened the tiniest bit and Blaine took advantage of the offer. His tongue darted inside the wet heat and Kurt moaned, making every nerve ending in Blaine's body sing.
Kurt soon found himself pressed against the door, his back firmly planted there, and Blaine firmly planted in front of him. His hands were everywhere…..everywhere…and Kurt wanted more. For a very brief moment it registered that he should perhaps be uncomfortable, or skittish. It's how it always happened, right? But as Blaine's hands wove up over his shoulders once again and his hips pressed into Kurt's, he couldn't find a single thing to feel skittish about. He felt Blaine's hips stutter against his own and his mouth suddenly hung open with a delicious moan escaping.
"Want you, Blaine. Don't go…stay with me." He whined, and felt Blaine nodding his head emphatically.
"Yes….yes. Are you sure….Kurt, I don't want to push it…"
"Never been more sure of anything. Can't you feel how sure I am?" Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand over his zipper. Blaine's breath rushed from his lungs and his knees wobbled. The knock at the door caused him to whine. Who the hell? Blaine sunk to his knees, his eyes on Kurt every second, and reached for Kurt's zipper once again. The sly grin on his face was enough to make Kurt's skin burn with need.
"Kurt?"
It was late. He wasn't expecting anyone but Blaine. But wait, Blaine was already here, right?
Knock knock knock again. "Kurt?"
"No, Blaine, don't stop….leave whoever it is out there…." Kurt whined, his hand reaching for Blaine's hair.
"Kurt…it's me. You ready to go?" he heard from outside the door.
"Blaine?" But Blaine was already here, right? He opened his eyes and saw his own empty apartment. No Blaine.
Knock knock…."Kurt, you're freaking me out, open up!" he heard Blaine say again.
"Son of a bitch…" he muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Now his shirt was wrinkled and his hair was probably a wreck. So much for just relaxing before dinner. He'd fallen asleep. He rose and walked to the door, realizing almost too late that everything below his belt hadn't gotten the "only a dream" memo and now he was embarrassingly hard and aching. Whipping the door open with a too wide smile, he walked swiftly away, fiddling with a few dishes on the kitchen counter, his back to Blaine.
"Sorry, I uh…..uh…had the water running finishing these few dishes up…and…..and I…I didn't hear you." Kurt stuttered out, nearly swearing when his cock brushed the cabinet under the sink. He sucked in a breath and dropped his head, closing his eyes and breathing slowly and deeply.
"You ok, Kurt? You look like….we don't have to go if you're not feeling well or anything?" Blaine offered. Good God, he was so sweet.
"I'm…yeah, I'm good…fine. Just about ready!" he said with too much fake enthusiasm.
"Kurt, look at me. You haven't made eye contact with me since I came in the door. Did I do something? Is something wrong?" Blaine asked, clearly concerned.
"No, it's not….nothing is wrong, per se….I um…I thought I'd just rest my eyes for a minute and I drifted off. Had an odd dream. I think I'm just a little drowsy still? Sorry…" Kurt said, still not looking at Blaine. His beautiful hazel and honey eyed man sauntered up behind him and put his arms around his torso, pressing him into the counter and kissing his neck.
"It's ok…it happens. So are you, um…ready to go, or?" he said, but stopped when he heard Kurt hiss…in pain? "Kurt?"
"S'ok" Kurt squeaked out, knowing he was about to break down and grind into the counter if Blaine touched him again.
"Ok, Kurt, look at me. Something's up." Blaine said sternly, clearly thinking Kurt was upset or angry. Kurt merely glanced over his shoulder, not making eye contact. Oh God, something was up, alright. No, no eye contact. He'd drown in there. "Kurt…LOOK at me." Blaine said again.
"C-can't…" Kurt said softly.
"Why, baby?" Blaine said, running his hand up over Kurt's jaw, his fingers softly fluttering over Kurt's earlobe, his beautiful honeyed eyes staring holes into Kurt's soul. He leaned up on his toes and kissed Kurt's mouth so softly that it broke his resolve.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips and yanked him against his body, needing to feel the heat, the friction, needing to feel Blaine. Oh God Almighty, he needed to feel Blaine. He wanted it so badly it hurt.
Blaine groaned long and loud when he realized why Kurt was distressed. Pressing him harder into the counter he ground his hips into Kurt's and felt himself swell in his own pants immediately. Kurt wasn't pulling away. He wasn't tense. He wasn't freaking out at all. He ground down again, slipping his hands around to Kurt's ass and giving him a good squeeze, listening to the soft mewling coming from his beautiful boyfriend.
"Oh, Babe, why didn't you just tell me?" he whispered in Kurt's ear, tantalizingly.
"C-couldn't….so embarrassed….my dream…it was so….OH SHIT…" he blurted when Blaine nipped at his jaw.
"It was so what, Kurt….tell me."
"It…I…you were….and I wanted to….more than anything and…..Oh GOD, Blaine!" he cried out, feeling his button give and his zipper slip down beneath Blaine's beautiful fingers. They were so patient and soft, feeling him through the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. Blaine cupped his cock and whispered into his neck. Kurt could feel his evil grin.
"Tell me, Kurt. What did you want more than anything, baby…say it."
"Oh f-fu-fuck…." Kurt managed to get out, his head falling back against the cabinets and his eyes clamped shut as Blaine rubbed him slowly, firmly.
"Is that what you want? You wanna f-fu-fuck?" he teased. Blaine was so hard it hurt. In a matter of what was probably only seconds, every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his crotch, he was sure of it. The sight before him nearly had him weeping out his gratitude to anyone who would listen. Kurt…beautiful, turned on, panting, mewling Kurt stood before him on shaky legs allowing him to touch and rake over him with his eyes.
Kurt was lost. His mind whirled, his senses were on fire and every nerve ending in his body was short circuiting. Blaine was touching him, pressing into him and kissing his neck. He was soft, he was hard, he was intent on making Kurt a writhing mess, apparently. Is it what Kurt wanted? Was he ready to give himself up to this? Could he get through it without freaking out and flying into a panic? These things flew through his mind like discarded newspaper in a whirlwind. He couldn't focus, he couldn't think straight, he couldn't make sense of anything but the pulsing need flying around in his body, his mind. Blaine was the only thing he was able to focus on…Blaine's hands, Blaine's beautiful eyes, Blaine's warm body pinning him to the counter, Blaine's cock nestled next to his own, throbbing out an invitation that made his eyes roll back in his head. Oh God yes, he wanted this, and he wanted it with kind, caring, patient and beautiful Blaine….NOW.
"To hell with dinner. Want you…" Kurt growled, grabbing Blaine's wrist and tugging him confidently down the hall to his bedroom, nearly throwing Blaine onto the bed. Blaine's eyes were wild and for a split second, Kurt thought he might have looked hesitant. It was gone so quickly he questioned his own sight, but then realized what he was seeing now was hunger….and not for a good dinner.
"Kurt…it's a big step…are you sure? I won't be upset or angry if you change your mind….I can walk away right now. I can BE that guy, but I'm begging you, with everything that I am, if you decide this is what you want, then it plays out….don't take me so far that I'm broken and beyond repair…."
"Shut up…" Kurt mumbled, straddling Blaine's hips, grabbing a handful of his shirt and lunging in. It was surreal to them both, Kurt's lips sucking a spot on Blaine's collarbone, his hands searching, fingers fumbling, trying desperately to unbutton Blaine's shirt. "Did you glue this thing shut or what.." Kurt said, suddenly sitting up, grabbing the shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying and soft fabric fluttering down to Blaine's sides. Honey colored eyes flew open in shock and stunned amazement at his actions. "Blaine, begging you," Kurt panted out, "if you don't want to do this right now, tonight, then I implore you….tell me now. If you're ok with that, then we're on the same page."
"Oh God yes…yes….absolutely, if you're sure…." Blaine choked, feeling Kurt's tongue slide over first one nipple then the other. "Oh shhhhhhit…..Jesus, Mary and Joseph…." He whined. Kurt giggled when he heard Blaine whimpering out a plea to the deities that he just please be allowed to live through this bliss….
"Wanna be inside you….so…fucking…bad…." Kurt mewled, his knees planted on either side of Blaine's thigh now, grinding down hard and breathing heavy.
"Too many clothes." Blaine panted, shoving Kurt's vest from his shoulders and reaching for the hem of the shirt underneath to pull it over Kurt's head.
"So hot….my God, Blaine, you're so beautiful…" Kurt said, his mouth working its way down Blaine's torso, nipping and licking, blowing on the little wet spots he was leaving behind. Blaine was a quivering mess beneath him.
"D-do you…have….um…..because I can…home for….if you don't have….oh please, Kurt, hurry." Blaine said brokenly, working his pants down over his hips, then his thighs and finally kicking them off while Kurt attached his lips to Blaine's again.
"Drawer…nightstand….wait…." Kurt said softly.
"W-wait?" Blaine said, eyes flying open. Oh no…no no, please no. No waiting.
"Slow…no fucking. I want to make love to you the first time." He heard Kurt whisper seductively into his ear, nipping at his earlobe and making a hard shiver radiate through his whole body. "S'ok with you?"
"Uh-Uh huh…totally ok. Anything you want."
"Anything?"
"A-anything….at all. I'm yours, do with me as you will."
Kurt chuckled, an ominous sound that made Blaine shiver again, but in all the best ways.
"Next time… anything I want. Perfect…." Kurt whispered in his ear and Blaine bucked up under him. "But tonight…right now…soft, slow, and uh…maybe a little awkward, but I hope not." He said, the first signs of his bravado slipping.
"Kurt?"
"Blaine…remember when I told you…why…why Jax was so angry with me, and what he said he came for when I….when he…broke in and….." Kurt said, awkwardly…slowly.
"Kurt…nothing about him tonight. Tonight is you and me, that's all. Nobody else, ok? Don't think of him."
"No…oh, Blaine, no, not thinking OF him, it's just…I'll never forget him raging at me for not giving up my 'V-card' to him, so he was going to take what he felt he was owed…what he thought he'd earned. My…um…my v-vir-" Kurt sighed out, deep breath and eyes closed.
"Oh. OH! OH…Kurt…I. Ok, yes, it's totally fine. We will go as slow as you want….your pace, I promise. No rush, no hurry, no worries at all." Blaine reassured him.
"God, I love you." Kurt smiled. He knew that no matter what else happened that this night would live in his memory for a long, long time. "I uh…I might need for you to tell me…things. You can only learn so much from the internet, so…" he trailed off.
"We'll do this together, Kurt. Don't be nervous. In fact, just lay down here a minute….kiss me? Talk to me. The last thing I want is for you to be nervous or uptight. It's us, babe. You and me, nobody else. Our pace, our time."
"Thank you, Blaine. As much as I'm dying inside, and I'm so hard I want to just pass out…I want to do it right…slowly, and make it something to remember and cherish…not only because it's, technically, my first time, but because it's….Blaine, it's you…ya know?" Kurt said softly. Blaine took a deep breath, calming himself, holding back as much as possible so he didn't seem like he was going to attack at any moment.
"I want to tell you something." Blaine began. "We've never really talked about it, but I count it as a major turning point in my life, so I want you to know the story. Before I found this place, I was staying with Cooper. I walked in on him and his flavor of the week going at it on the kitchen counter early one Sunday morning and nearly killed myself backtracking out of the room with my eyes squeezed shut. As soon as it was safe, I made my way to this bakery down a few blocks for coffee and just to wait them out. Either she'd leave and he'd go back to sleep or they'd both leave….something…God, it was horrible." Blaine chuckled, eyes sparkling.
"Anyway, so I get my coffee, and Tony who's working is harassing me about Coop and I sit down at this table near the window and start reading the paper. The paper, I know, right? Actual paper and not something electronic! So I'm sitting there when this burst of red outside the window catches my attention and I see this little crazy woman flinging her arms around next to this man who just absolutely took my breath away. He was wearing black pants that fit him so well it was painful, a red shirt with a grey sweater over it and a scarf at his neck…and when he turned and looked at me…holy shit, Kurt….all the breath whooshed out of my lungs and I just froze…sat there staring at him out the window like a fish out of water…mouth hanging open. Clearly he must have thought I was a lunatic, but he was so unbelievably gorgeous-"
"He didn't think you were a lunatic. He thought he'd seen an angel. His heart was pounding so fast and so hard he needed to walk away for fear of making a complete ass of himself by fainting on the sidewalk from the utter shock of seeing this stunning man." Kurt replied, a silly grin on his face as he traced patterns on Blaine's chest and rested his chin there. "Rachel and I came back. We came back for coffee after I'd nearly had a panic attack on the sidewalk a few blocks down, and you were leaving. I hated myself so many nights when I would be lying in bed thinking of it and asking myself why I didn't just SAY something…call out, anything. I really beat myself up over it for a long time. I thought…I thought I'd never see you again, and it hurt my heart because I knew….I knew then that you were something special. I knew I needed to find you. I'm so glad I did."
Kurt laid his heart on the line and Blaine picked it up carefully and cradled it to his chest, shaking his head slowly and grinning at the vision currently taking up residence on his ribs.
"Blaine…I know we haven't….we've never, um….really talked about it, but…and I don't know what you prefer, I just…tonight, would it be ok, um, if I…." Kurt faltered.
"Kurt, you can say anything at all to me. I know it'll be ok. I'm all yours, I wasn't joking about that." Blaine reassured him.
"I need to be inside you, Blaine. I don't think I'm…um…really ready for…anyone…you, that is, there…yet…in me." Kurt said softly, his eyes still shut and his breath suddenly ragged as if he thought Blaine would be angry about his words.
"Kurt, there is nothing in the world at this moment that I want more than for you to be inside me. Not even air, so if that's what you're comfortable with, then that's what we'll do. Remember, at your pace." Blaine smiled at his beautiful lover. Kurt just nodded shyly and leaned over to the nightstand to fish out the goodies he'd stashed there. At the time, his thought was that he may or may not ever use them…he wasn't sure he'd ever have the courage to let someone get this close again.
"If…if I'm doing something wrong, please tell me. God, this is so mortifying!" Kurt whined, a silly grin taking over his face as he blushed and buried his head deeper into the crook between Blaine's head and shoulder.
"So far it's pretty perfect." Blaine assured him. "I'm on a big, soft bed, barely clothed, with the most breathtaking, talented and heartbreakingly adorable man I've ever known….and he wants to make love to me. I defy you to find me a better situation to be in, because I'm pretty damn content right here, Kurt."
"Love you…." Kurt whispered into the room, letting it float away as his hands wandered up Blaine's chest again.
"Love you, too, Kurt….I really do. But here's the thing…." Blaine began with a slight blush that tinted his whole face pink. "I don't want you to rush this. I want you to be sure, and I don't want you to decide based on that very obvious and, might I say, impressive hard on in your pants." He giggled. "If you don't mind, I'd like to uh…alleviate any doubts that this is what YOU want, and not just what your lower half wants?"
"What do you mean?" Kurt laughed, unsure if Blaine was serious or not.
"Trust me?"
"With everything, of course." Kurt answered.
"K…shimmy out of this second skin you're wearing then and let me just please you a bit?" Blaine asked him. Kurt complied, peeling his jeans off and quickly tossing them to the floor in a heap. "See, you're not you. You're not thinking clearly. You're thinking with your dick right now!" Blaine laughed.
"What?! What does that mean?" Kurt gasped, slightly appalled.
"How much did those jeans cost you, Kurt?"
"A lot- three weeks worth of oil changes with my dad at the…oh shit, I see what you mean!" Kurt said, lunging off the side of the bed and grabbing his jeans to fold them nicely and hang them over the back of the chair at the corner of the room. He turned, seeing Blaine grinning at him from the bed, and felt suddenly very self conscious standing there in just his underwear. Slowly, he made his way back over to the bed, knowing that Blaine had made his point. Never in a million years would he have thrown his favorite jeans to the floor like that if his head was clear.
"Ok, you win." Kurt said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not out to 'win', Kurt, I just want to know that it's your heart telling you to do this and not your libido. I don't want you to regret it." Blaine whispered next to him.
"So what's your plan? Have you changed your mind….you don't want to anymore?" Kurt pouted, sounding like a child who wasn't getting the toy he'd been promised.
"Haven't changed my mind at all. But let's…um….start slower?" he said, leaning down to nuzzle at Kurt's stomach, and sliding his hands up the expanse of beautiful, pale skin, thumbs pressing over sensitive nipples as Kurt leaned back on the bed. "Can I just…." Blaine sighed, nipping and licking over every inch of Kurt's chest, moving his way down lower as he felt Kurt relax under his hands. "Thought maybe once the initial screaming desire was sated you might be a little more….relaxed…with me?"
"Want to relax….yes please…." Kurt said, sounding a bit more mellow now, yet very obviously content with where they were going.
"I'll just…." Blaine began, hooking is index fingers in the waistband of Kurt's boxer briefs and tugging. Kurt lifted his butt off the bed and Blaine proceeded to work them down his hips, his thighs, over his feet and then tossed them to the floor. "God Almighty, you are so stunning, Kurt." He breathed, leaning up to kiss Kurt's lips, his knees between Kurt's thighs and hands next to his lover's shoulders holding him up. Kissing down his chest again, Blaine made his way to the light, fine hairs that led to everything he was focusing on at the moment.
"B-Blaine….."
"Mmmmmm, impressive indeed…." He breathed out, taking Kurt into his mouth. The choked gasp that escaped Kurt's throat was like a shock to Blaine's system. He'd been so afraid of this….so afraid that any foray into anything remotely sexual with Kurt would be difficult. Kurt had touched him. Kurt had gone down on him. Kurt had had the 'upper hand' in anything they'd done so far. This was Blaine's first taste of pleasing Kurt, and he wasn't going to let it go…not for anything.
"G-God Blaine, so good…." Kurt groaned, his back arching as Blaine's mouth worked him over. When Blaine hummed his agreement, Kurt's cock jumped in his throat and he smiled and almost chuckled. Instead he took his time, mouthing at the soft, silky skin covering every inch of solid want and need Kurt was offering him.
Blaine's hands worked their way over Kurt's thighs, massaging and scraping when Kurt would arch and shove his cock just a little too far down Blaine's throat. Blaine took it all in stride, determined to please and satisfy at any cost, even if it meant choking. He wasn't at all opposed to it if it was what Kurt needed.
"…love how you taste…." Blaine told him, licking at the pre come leaking from Kurt's slit. "…worth every minute of the wait….every…single…minute…." he said, closing his lips around the sensitive head, sucking and bobbing quickly a few times, before using his tongue to swirl the tip again. He kept this up until Kurt's hips were lifting at every other lunge of Blaine's mouth. Suddenly Blaine felt Kurt's hands in his hair and the pull was intoxicating. There was no pain, only pressure and need.
"B-Blaine…close….so close….if you ….don't…want…..oh…..OH….sh-shit..shitshitshitshit! " Kurt yelled, his hips arching so fast and so hard that Blaine had to grasp his hips and shove them into the bed. He never let go, allowing Kurt to finish while he massaged his very spent cock with his warm mouth. When he finally pulled off and glanced up at Kurt, he found him clearly sated and blissed out, his head back on the pillow and soft puffs of air still rapidly drifting from his mouth. Eyes closed, Kurt smiled shyly, and bit his bottom lip.
"That was…there are no words right now." He praised Blaine.
"Amazing comes to mind…" Blaine grinned, sliding up next to him on the pillow. "You're amazing. I wasn't sure….I didn't know if…if you'd ever allow me to do that. I thought it might be too much."
"Too much in a good way…the best way. I'm hardly an authority, but I'd have to say that was pretty damn good. Your mouth is a loaded weapon, Blaine." Kurt giggled.
"I'm pretty sure it was you with the loaded weapon that time…" Blaine chuckled before Kurt reached for a pillow and slugged him with it. "Feeling a little more relaxed now? A little more clear in the head?" he smiled.
"Yes….I am, thank you. Who would have thought I'd call you a gentleman for blowing me instead of taking my virtue?" Kurt laughed.
"Kurt…." Blaine said, suddenly looking not as confident or sure as he had before. He had Kurt's attention now, and he hoisted himself up to look Blaine in the eyes.
"Don't pull away, I couldn't bear it." Was the first thing out of Kurt's mouth.
"What? No. Oh, Kurt, no! I'm not, I won't…I just…I just need you to know that the simple fact that you…that you want to do this, with me….I'm just rather speechless. I don't know the right words, really. And for someone who wants to make his living with words and notes…it's odd for me. But on the other hand, it's new. I just want you to know that if you're ok now…if the urge has passed and you're unsure if now's the right time, then I….I'm ok with it. I don't ever want to rush you or coerce you into doing something when you're not comfortable, ok? I love you, Kurt, with all my heart. I'll be here when you're ready even if that's not tonight."
Kurt wasn't sure what to think. He had clearly gotten ahold of the very epitome of a gentleman, and he was so enamored of this man lying next to him. He leaned in, softly nuzzling Blaine's neck, up under his ear, leaving soft, wet kisses in his path over to Blaine's lips where he promptly teased him unmercifully with slow, tantalizing kisses.
"Blaine….?" He grinned into his boyfriend's mouth.
"Mmhmmm?" Blaine hummed back.
"It's tonight…" Kurt said softly into his ear , his hand wandering down to Blaine's boxers.
A/N Please forgive the long-ish break there after a few rapid updates. I REALLY struggled with this chapter...parts of it anyway. It's one of those that had to be "just right" or not at all. Considering the end here, I hope you can see where I'm coming from. The vast majority of 53 is written and I hope to post it in a matter of a few days!
Also, can I just say, Kristy...your p.m. ...just, thank you so much. I can't even tell you how much I grinned all day. Things like that make it all worth while, so thank you! And to Christine and Nikkie who, for whatever reason, don't scream at me to "just stop it already!" even when and if they should! Thanks girls! :)
