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Chapter 14:

Blaine:

"I bet I can scrape more gum than you." I challenged Kurt who just stared back at me.

"Are you seriously trying to race me scraping gum?"

"Sounds like you're scared, Hummel." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not scared. I could beat you in my sleep." I looked over and he was concentrating hard. His tongue was slightly out and he looked sexy as hell.

"Sure you're not. Just saying, I scraped about five bleachers in the time it took you to scrape two." He finally looked over at me.

"You really want to race? Fine, I'll race you." He started scraping fast. I laughed at the face he was making as I matched his pace. It wasn't long before he was laughing at me laughing at him as we bumped shoulders. Suddenly, he shoved me over and launched forward, laughing the whole time. He reached the end of the bleachers while I stood up. He was jumping up and down as I strode over to him.

"You are a cheater, Hummel." I looked him up and down and god, did he look good today. He still hadn't listened to me about not wearing expensive clothes to work in, but I guess all his clothes were expensive. All I cared about at the moment was the way his arms were looking in that shirt.

"You say cheater, I say strategist." He was still giggling.

"You know what happened to cheaters, right?" I backed him up until he was pinned to the wall. He bit his lip playfully, eyes flicking down to my lips and then back up.

"What?"

"They get punished." I was so turned on right now. He was looking into my eyes and I swear they were getting darker.

"Oh really? What's my punishment then?" He looked back down to my lips.

"Hmmm, I say ten kisses." I licked my lips for good measure.

"That sounds adequate." I took his bottom lip into my mouth. He moved his mouth against mine in a way that made me want to do things I knew I shouldn't. He moaned into my mouth when I slid my tongue in, letting my hand slide down and rest on his waist. He grabbed at my shirt, making it ride up a little bit. Damn, it was hard not to drop to my knees right there. I let my hands slide a little lower until they were on his ass. I squeezed which got me a breathless moan and then my cellphone was ringing.

"Damn it!" Kurt let his head fall back onto the wall. I huffed. My attitude only got worse when the name popped up on my phone.

"What do you want?" I answered the phone angrily.

"Is that any way to greet your father?"

"It is when they cheat on your mother." The one was silent for several seconds. I could see him now, rubbing his temples and contemplating why he had had another child.

"I didn't call you to fight. I called you to ask you to testify in our court hearing." He couldn't be serious.

"What makes you think I would do that?"

"God, your mom has you brain washed, doesn't she?"

"She didn't have to 'brain wash' me to prove you suck. You did that all on your own!" I angrily stabbed the end button on my phone. I stared at it as if it might start speaking to me. He made me so fucking angry it's ridiculous. The rustle of a trash bag suddenly reminded me that I'm wasn't alone. Kurt had witnessed the whole horrific thing and was staring at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Sorry about that." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"No, don't apologize. I'm guessing that was your dad?" I nodded. My whole family made it a mission to embarrass me at every turn and I hated that we hadn't been together for very long and he was already seeing the worst parts. Kurt placed his hand on mine. "If you need to talk, I'm here." I looked down at our joined hands.

"He never accepted me. When I came out." Kurt squeezed my hand. I realized I had never really tried to deal with it. Hell, I never even talked about it to someone who wasn't getting paid to listen. "He told me that one day I would get it right." I saw a look of anger cross his face.

"Blaine, you aren't wrong."

"Yeah, I know. It's just... he's my dad." Kurt probably wouldn't understand since he had the world's best dad, but he knew that so I wouldn't say anything about it. I shrugged. "I guess every kid wants their parents to love them unconditionally." Kurt enveloped me into a hug.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry you had to go through that." I felt a wet tear drop onto my shoulder. I hugged him back in relief; I never knew how much I needed a hug until that moment. My dad ruined a lot, but he couldn't ruin this.

Kurt:

I don't know why I hugged him or why I was crying, but I did and I was. I had a dad who loved and accepted me and I guess I never truly knew how lucky I was. Blaine held me as I cried into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, you're the one pouring your heart out. I shouldn't be the one crying." I wiped at my face, a little embarrassed.

"It's fine Kurt. I dealt with a lot of this shit when I was younger." Blaine seemed to be closing back up. I started to understand the cockiness now. It protected him from getting hurt. I wrapped his hand in mine again. "I've accepted that I'll never be enough for him." I shifted myself to where I was in front of him.

"You are enough, Blaine. It's his loss if he can't see that." He looked me in the eyes and then our lips met. This kiss felt different then before. It felt like we were both desperately trying to hang onto something. Like we were floating and clinging to the last shred of gravity we had. He fisted his hands into the back of my shirt and I didn't care that it would get wrinkled. He finally broke off the kiss and let his forehead rest against mine as he panted softly. He opened his eyes and met my gaze.

"What to race again?" He asked softly. I smiled and shook my head at him. He smiled too as I went back to scraping the bleachers.

"What are you doing after this?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Going home and eating ramen I guess." I turned around to face him.

"How about you come home with me? We are having family dinner and Carole has been wanting you to come over again. Don't think that I want to see you more or anything." I couldn't suppress the laugh that came out.

"Oh really?" He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off my feet. I laughed as I wiggled in his grasp. "Admit that you think I'm sexy and you want to see me more."

"Fine! I think you're sexy and I don't want you to go home yet. Plus, I want to kiss you more."

"Well, that can be arranged." He set me down and grabbed a face and planted his lips on mine. We only broke apart when we heard a throat being cleared. We looked over and the janitor was standing there with a stern look on his face.

"Aren't you boys supposed to be cleaning?" We sheepishly nodded and got back to our work, exchanging shy smiles. I noticed him watching me more than once before I shook my head and continued to scrape gum in silence.

Blaine:

I drove behind Kurt to his house. I wish I could do a lot more behind him. Damn, I was really sexually frustrated. This was the longest I've gone without for awhile. I didn't want to push Kurt and I didn't even know if I was ready. Which was weird in and of itself. I was always ready, but it was different with Kurt. Everything was different with Kurt. It wasn't just about getting off, but I wanted everything to be right.

We came to a stop outside his house. He hopped out of his car and waited for me as I got out of my car and kissed his cheek.

"Okay Romeo, you ready?" I nodded. We walked into his house and I was hit with that nice, homey feeling I got anytime we went to his house.

"I'm home! And I brought Blaine with me!" Carole poked her head around the corner of the dinning room, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Hey sweetie! Hey Blaine! I'm so glad you came!" It was always so nice to go to Kurt's house. I always felt so welcome.

"Hey, Carole. Thanks for having me." I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. Kurt squeezed my hand and smiled at me. Carole retreated into the kitchen.

"I'm going to go change, okay?"

"I can help you with that if you want." I purred seductively. I was just kidding. Sort of.

"I think he can handle it, Blaine." Burt's voice came from the living room. I blushed and watched Kurt roll his eyes on his way up stairs.

"Hey, Mr. Hummel." I walked into the living room to attempt some damage control. He looked pretty relaxed in his recliner watching the football game.

"Hey, Blaine. I told you that you can call me Burt." I smiled at him nervously. He didn't seem like he was ready to get the shotgun just yet.

"Right. Sorry." I sat down and watched the game with him. After a few minutes, the door opened just as I was getting comfortable. It was Finn and Rachel. Of were both smiling until they saw me.

"What are you doing here?" Finn looked shocked that I was there even though I was dating his brother.

"Kurt invited me. We are dating, if you recall." He glared at me as Kurt waltzed into the room. He pinched Finn on his way to sit in my lap.

"Be nice, Finn." Kurt chastised his brother who rubbed his arm ruefully. Rachel smiled nervously.

"Hey, Kurt. I was wondering if I could ask you a private fashion question." Kurt's eyebrows went up and he shrugged, following her upstairs. Burt got up and headed to the kitchen asking Carole if she needed help which left me and Finn alone together. Awkward.

"Good game on Friday."

"Why are you dating Kurt?" I was taken aback. I blinked a couple times before answering.

"Because I like him... why are you dating Rachel?" I didn't know where he was coming from with this. Finn looked confused for a second before getting angry again.

"This isn't about her. Rachel isn't Kurt!" I made a gesture that looked like I was wiping sweat off my brow.

"Thank god she isn't." Finn narrowed his eyes at me.

"Just so you know, if you're planning on hurting him, I will break your face." I laughed slightly.

"Okay. But I really like him and I don't plan on hurting him at all. I'm actually planning on making him feel really good." I smirked at him. He glared at me some more.

"Dude, don't be disgusting."

"So what, it's disgusting for two guys to enjoy each other?"

"It is when it's my brother." I could understand that. I couldn't imagine thinking about Cooper that way. I shrugged and continued watching the game in uncomfortable silence. He continued to glare.

Kurt:

"Rachel, you know how long I've been waiting for you to ask me about fashion?" I clapped my hands together happily. This was the moment I'd been waiting for!

"Kurt, I really didn't want to ask you a fashion question." Uh oh. She had that intense look. "Wait, what's wrong with my fashion?"

"Um, there isn't any." She frowned at me and looked down at her bright yellow puff skirt and black sweater with birds embroidered on it.

"Look, I wanted to talk to you about Blaine." I rolled my eyes. Again with this crap?

"Rachel. I don't want to talk about this with you again. I told you to keep your opinions to yourself. You just hate him because he stole your solo."

"Kurt, this isn't about my solo. It's about you two being too different. Kurt, you're my friend and I don't want to see you hurt. Blaine isn't the kind of boyfriend you need." That was the last straw.

"Rachel, you are NOT going to tell me who I should date and you are NOT going to tell me he's not the kind of boyfriend I need!"

"Kurt, I'm not trying to make you mad-"

"Well, you aren't doing a great job." I folded my arms and stared daggers at her.

"Kurt, I want you to be happy!"

"Then leave me and Blaine alone! We like each other and we are happy. Don't try and butt into our relationship!" She looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry Kurt, but I just don't think you're a good match." I huffed angrily. "But I'll support you if this is what you think you want."

"It isn't what I 'think' I want. It's what I want." She nodded and started to head back to the living room and I followed her, still pissed.

Blaine:

After about five minutes, I was about to tell Finn to take a damn picture when a very pissed off-looking Kurt and Rachel walked in. Kurt swept over to me and pulled me up. He lead me upstairs and to his room. I walked silently behind him, wondering what this was about. Burt hadn't specifically told me I couldn't be up here, but I just got the feeling he might not approve. When we got to his room, he sat me down on his bed and curled up in my lap.

"You okay, baby?" He nuzzled into my neck. I wasn't getting a make out vibe.

"I'm just tired of people."

"Did Rachel say something?"

"Yeah, she said we shouldn't date." I felt anger bubble up in my chest.

"Why?"

"She said we are too different. I don't care. We could be polar opposites and I would still like you." I felt the anger dissipate and my heart start to warm.

"We can be Arturo and Katarina." I felt him smile.

"I get to be Katarina though."

"Of course, you're Goldie."

"Boys! Come eat!" I heard Carole yell from the kitchen. We headed down to the dining room and sat down, me and Kurt across from Finn and Rachel. Finn had taken a break from glaring at me because food was in front of him.

"So Blaine, how is your ankle?"

"All better, Carole." I smiled my best smile.

"Good, so when do you get back in the game?" Burt said before adjusting his baseball cap on his head.

"Hopefully soon. I miss playing. I also miss the team." Finn scoffed and went back to his plate. That was it. I was tired of his attitude. I stood up.

"Finn, come with me." Finn looked at me like I'd grown another head.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, we are gonna have a little talk." I grabbed a fist full of his shirt and dragged him up. He followed me to the living room.

"What the hell is up with you, dude?"

"What the hell is up with you?" Finn blanched away from my tone. "Why are you up my ass constantly?"

"Why are you in everything that I am?" I looked at him, confused.

"Wait, what?"

"Honestly, dude, I was kind of jealous. I felt threatened. Your talent kinda freaked me out, made me question whether or not I was good enough." I never knew he felt this way about me.

"Dude, I didn't want to join glee club, I was forced too."

"I know, but glee was supposed to be my thing. Now you're in that too and you have a solo." I looked down at my shoes.

"I'm sorry bro, I didn't know you felt that way."

"I know I've been kind of a jackass to you, but I'm sorry." I grabbed his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Apology accepted." He smiled back at me. We walked into the dining room and everyone was staring at us. I laughed nervously as we sat back down. Kurt squeezed my thigh under the table and I looked over at him and smiled. The rest of the dinner was filled with laughter. After dinner, we watched a movie which I got to pick so, of course I picked Moana. Kurt and I sang along to all the songs to the dismay of everyone else, especially Rachel. After the movie, I waved goodbye to Burt and Carole and to my surprise, Finn high-fived me. Kurt walked me out to my car.

"I'm really glad you came tonight." He grabbed my hand and held it close to his chest.

"Me too. I enjoyed myself." I intertwined our fingers and pulled him into me. He laughed as I kissed him gently. Our kiss deepened and my hands slowly gravitated toward his ass.

"Goodnight, Blaine." Kurt jumped at the sound of his father's voice. He glared back at his father taking out the trash.

"Dad, don't you have anywhere else to be?"

"No, but you need to be inside in one minute." He strode up the driveway as Kurt turned back to face me.

"Now, where were we?" He planted his lips on mine. It was just getting interesting again when Burt's voice once again rang out.

"Minute's up, Kurt." He pulled away and grunted in frustration. I smiled.

"Bye, baby."

"Bye." He hugged me quickly and retreated into the house. I climbed into my car and started my drive home, unable to wipe the smile off my face. I didn't even need to blast music this time.

Kurt:

I floated back into the house, still tingly from that kiss and my dad was waiting for me. He was sitting at the counter eating a left over cookie.

"You're not supposed to be eating that, dad."

"You can't take cookies away from me, son." I shook my head and started towards the stairs when he stopped me.

"Hey kid, come sit down." I was very skeptical as I perched on a stool.

"Okay, but the last time you and I had a 'talk,' you scarred me for life." Dad laughed a little.

"I just want to know how you feel about Blaine." I blushed and looked down at my hands.

"I like him, Dad. Like a lot. It kinda scares me sometimes. Like, what if we don't work out?"

"You can't let fears like that stop you from living your life. You and Blaine have something really good going." I look up at him.

"You really think that?"

"I do. You guys are really good together. Too good sometimes." I blushed even harder. "I don't like all the kissing."

"Dad!" He laughed and got up from his stool.

"Goodnight, son. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad." I stopped. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Anytime, son."