I made it to 600 REVIEWS! Thanks to more. with. truffles for putting me over that edge!
My next goal? 1000! Can we do it? I think we can!
Anyway….
From Ilovegleethemost: maybe you can write a chapter on what happened after the auditorium scene. Maybe they make out and they have a heart to heart before they have sex?
From freakyfee91: The Auditorium/Blaine's House. A continuation of the scene, maybe them driving to Blaine's house and everything that leads up to them lying on the bed together, staring into each other's eyes (so sweet, I loved that scene). Obviously, you can end it there since you already mentioned that there will be no smut from you. ;)
Okay, so I LOVED that scene in the auditorium, like, more than I care to ever admit. When Blaine's voice starts to break, I cry every single time. It's just so beautiful and… I can't even describe it.
Oh, and some people in reviews for the last chapter were asking why Santana would throw the dodgeball at them. Well, my answer to that is because she's jealous. Even though they don't, our boys can kiss at school, while Santana can't kiss the person she loves because she's still in the closet. She's jealous because she isn't as brave as them and the only way she can express that is through violence. Hope that clears everything up.
Here's Chapter Fifty-Three: Heart to Heart
Blaine groaned and tried the move again. He didn't know what was wrong with him – he'd done it perfectly all throughout rehearsals, but once he got on stage… he couldn't do it. And now he was still screwing it up.
He messed up for the millionth time and stopped to collect himself before he tried again. Seriously, what was going on that he couldn't perform a move that should've been able to do in his sleep?
"Shouldn't you be celebrating?" he heard from behind him and suddenly it all clicked.
He was off his game because Kurt was mad at him because Blaine had tried to pressure him into something he wasn't ready for. And that was only after he drunkenly danced with a guy who wasn't his boyfriend.
Yeah, Blaine Anderson was pretty much an idiot.
"I'm going over this move," he explained, trying not to look at Kurt – not yet. "I messed it up tonight. I know I can do it better."
Kurt stepped towards him, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. Blaine looked up and couldn't help but admire Kurt's outfit. It was so… simple, yet so beautiful at the same time. "Beauty of the stage – we get to do it all over again tomorrow night." He paused, then said, "Personally, I thought both of you guys were perfect."
"Thank you," Blaine replied, a reflex. "Your Officer Krupke killed. Brought the house down."
"Well, I can't help but pull focus, sorry." Blaine smiled – there was the Kurt he knew and loved.
"Don't apologize. It was great."
"All your friends were here tonight." Blaine wondered why he sounded upset about that. "The Warblers… Sebastian…" Ah, so that was the problem. "They were all loving it."
Blaine looked at the look of utter hurt on his boyfriend's (could he even still call him that?) face and saw the opportunity to fix what he'd broken. "Come here," he said and Kurt walked closer to him. "Give me your hand. Now hold it to your heart." He placed his own over Kurt's and could feel the other boy's heartbeat.
"Just like the song?"
Blaine laughed – of course Kurt would connect this to a musical (he always had a way of doing that). "Like the song," he allowed good naturedly. "Kurt…" he continued, his tone serious now. Kurt must have sensed the change in atmosphere and was staring wide-eyed at Blaine. "Sebastian doesn't mean anything to me." Kurt visibly relaxed and Blaine wondered how he could have ever thought otherwise – didn't he remember that Blaine did stupid things when he was drunk? "And you were right – our first time shouldn't be like that. I was drunk and… I'm sorry."
"Well, it sure beats the last time you were drunk and made out with Rachel." They both laughed and Blaine hung his head. "But I'm sorry, too." What did Kurt have to be sorry for? Wasn't this whole thing Blaine's fault? It seemed that way, at least. "I wanted to be your gay bar superstar but… try as I might, I'm still just a silly romantic." He said that like it was a bad thing.
Little did Kurt know, that was the thing Blaine loved most about him.
"It's not silly." He leaned in and did what he'd thought about doing every day since that awful night at Scandals – he kissed Kurt. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's hips, right in the spot that felt like it was made for Blaine's hands, as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. Just as Blaine went to deepen the kiss the way he liked to, Kurt separated their mouths.
"You take my breath away," he breathed, his face still so close to Blaine's. Well, that was a compliment – Blaine hadn't known he was such a good kisser… "And not just now, but tonight on that stage." Oh. "I was so proud to be with you."
Blaine could feel the tears welling in his eyes. Kurt was just that amazing. "I hope so. I want you to be," he said, his voice breaking. Kurt smiled and Blaine cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the tears in his voice. "Um… Artie's having an after party at Breadstix. Would you… accompany me?"
"No," he said automatically and Blaine wondered if things maybe weren't as fixed as he thought they were. "I want to go to your house."
Blaine couldn't breathe – did Kurt mean what Blaine thought he did? One look into his boyfriend's eyes told him that yes, yes he did. Blaine's head was seriously swimming from lack of oxygen – there was no way this was happening.
Except that it was.
"Okay," he said faintly, trying not to think about what was going to happen when they got to his house (he did need to drive, after all).
Kurt just smiled and took Blaine's hand, practically dragging him off stage and out into the crisp November night.
"You're sure your parents are home?" Kurt asked for what Blaine counted as the thirty-sixth time since they left McKinley.
"Yes," he confirmed wearily, unlocking the front door. "They're at some banquet thing for my dad's firm in Cincinnati. They'll be gone all weekend." Kurt still didn't look convinced, so Blaine added, "If it really bothers you that much, we can always go to your house. Your dad and Carole aren't there, right?"
"Yeah, but Finn is. And I think I heard Rachel said something about going over there." Blaine internally smiled for Finn – he had no idea what he had in store for him.
"So what do you want to do, then?" he asked, hand on the doorknob. "I mean, I guess we could always go to a hotel or something…" Even as he said it, he was hoping Kurt would shoot down the idea. Call him crazy, but he wanted his first time to be somewhere familiar.
Kurt shook his head. "No, here's fine. If you say that your parents aren't coming home… well, then I trust you." He took a deep breath and Blaine covered his cheek with the hand not on the doorknob. "It's just… this is really nerve-wracking, you know?" The butterflies in Blaine's stomach all nodded their heads. "Well, are you gonna open the door or are we just gonna stand out here all night? Because I don't know about you, but I'm freezing my ass off."
Blaine laughed and pushed open the door, letting Kurt go in ahead of him. The pair wasted no time in ascending the stairs and closing Blaine's bedroom door behind them. Blaine watched Kurt sit on his bed like it was his own. He smiled at that before sitting next to his boyfriend. "So…" he hedged.
"We should… probably take off our coats," Kurt said and Blaine chuckled, even though the situation really wasn't that funny.
"Yeah." Once their coats were on the chair in the corner, Blaine took Kurt's hand in his own. "Are – are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we don't – we don't have to. I know it might not have seemed like it the other night, but I'm willing to wait. I wasn't just saying when I said that you need to be comfortable for me to be comfortable." He was starting to ramble, but he didn't care at that particular moment because he needed Kurt to understand that Blaine would still love him more than anything if they didn't go through with this.
"Blaine, sweetie, please stop talking," Kurt laughed, putting a hand on Blaine's cheek. "I want to do this. In fact, there's no one else I would want to do this with. I love you, Blaine, and isn't that all that really matters?" Kurt smiled that million-watt smile of his and couldn't help it – he leaned forward and kissed him. Pulling back, Kurt said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"More than anything," Blaine replied confidently. He'd thought about this exact moment so many times (more than he'd ever admit out loud, if he was being honest) and it made him deliriously happy that it was finally happening. And the fact that it was with Kurt… Kurt who loved him more than anything, Kurt who he could be himself around, his Kurt… well, that made it ten times better. "I love you so much, Kurt," he breathed.
"I love you, too," Kurt replied, the way he always did. Except tonight… tonight those words were anything but ordinary.
"So what do we do now?" Blaine asked, nervous for once in his life.
"Hmmm…" Kurt pretended to think. "Maybe… this?" He smiled before pressing his lips to Blaine's. Kurt bit down on his bottom lip gently, which made Blaine moan in a way he'd never moaned before. His boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into Blaine's mouth, which Blaine certainly did not object to.
While Kurt was busy exploring the inside of Blaine's mouth, Blaine himself decided to take it upon himself to start removing their clothes. His fingers fumbled, eventually finding the buttons on Kurt's vest. With shaking hands, he popped the buttons through their holes, wondering why on earth he was nervous. After all, he'd seen Kurt shirtless before, hell, he'd kissed his chest and abs before, leaving hickies sometimes.
But then, as they separated so Kurt could pull Blaine's shirt over his head, he realized what was making his nerves so frazzled. It was because that, while he'd seen Kurt shirtless before, in a little while, he was going to be seeing a lot more of Kurt – all of him, in fact.
And that scared him as much as it excited him.
Trying to ignore the angry butterflies in his stomach, Blaine lowered Kurt back onto his bed, hovering over him. "You are so beautiful," he muttered, looking down at the man he loved before attaching their lips together again.
Kurt reached up and balled Blaine's tank top up in his hands, drawing their bodies closer together. Blaine curled his hands around Kurt's hips, falling into that place where they fit so perfectly. His lips wandered to Kurt's jawline and he smiled against the smooth skin there when he heard Kurt's breath hitch in his throat.
"B-Blaine…" he stuttered and Blaine pulled back.
"Do you – do you want to stop?" As much as he didn't want to, Blaine would stop if that's what Kurt wanted. That's the only reason he existed anymore, he realized – to do what Kurt wanted him to.
Did that make him whipped?
…Oh, well. He didn't care.
"No," Kurt said forcefully, one hand going to the back of Blaine's neck. "I just wanted to say that that felt so… damn… good." His voice was low and throaty and Blaine could stand it anymore – he reattached their lips, deepening their kiss to the point they'd never gone before – a sensation that was foreign to Blaine, though not unwelcome.
When they had to break apart for breath, the two boys rolled so they were on their sides, facing each other, knees drawn up just enough to touch. Kurt reached out with his right hand to stroke Blaine's cheek and, as he pulled back, Blaine captured his wrist in his own hand, wanting every part of Kurt to be near him, wanting to make it known that this gorgeous man was really all his.
They lay that way for what felt like forever and Kurt leaned in close and pressed their foreheads together, which put their noses only millimeters apart. Cheesy as it was, Blaine had no impulse control so he rubbed their noses together in one of the Eskimo kisses. "You are too cute," Kurt giggled. "Seriously, though," he said, reaching out to stroke Blaine's chest, "I love you so much. I know I say that way too much, but… but I just need you to know it, you know?"
Blaine smiled widely, so deliriously happy that next to nothing could have upset him. "You never have to explain yourself to me, Kurt, but yeah, I know what you mean."
Kurt closed his eyes and was quiet for so long that Blaine wondered if he'd fallen asleep (they'd both had really long days, after all) but then he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "What you say if I told you that I'm sort of scared? I mean, like, I'm totally ready for this because I love you and this just feels right, but… yeah."
"I'd say that I feel the exact same way."
"Really?"
Blaine stretched his hand out and urged Kurt's to follow suit. "I'd say," he said, their fingers touching in the air. That's why I like Broadway musicals," Kurt had told him once, because the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets. "I'd say," he repeated, "that I feel the exact same way."
"Wait… Blaine Anderson… scared?" Kurt sounded shocked.
"Hey, I'm only human."
"Could've fooled me," Kurt mumbled, leaning in to kiss him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but soon turned desperate and passionate, one that suggested they weren't stopping any time soon.
Not that Blaine wanted to or anything.
I need lessons in ending-writing. Seriously, this is getting out of hand.
PS: Anyone else hear "Perfect"? Gah, Chris's voice is practically orgasmic and Darren's rapping skills are fantastic :)
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