This chapter was so fun to write, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing.
I don't own anything
Blaine left his fathers office with extra weight in his step that echoed through the halls, and his fists curled at his sides; knuckles white and palms red. He stalked down the stairs, focusing on keeping slow and steady breaths, on the way to the kitchen - Blaine thought best with sugar, and the packet of skittles he had tucked away behind the almonds was just what he needed.
"You're rather worked up for such a little man," Blaine heard a woman's voice behind him, her coming into vision when she slid past into the kitchen first and headed directly to the cupboard Blaine wanted, she even went a pulled out the skittles. Blaine, not being in the sharing mood, walked over and snatched them out of her hands, only allowing her the time for a small pinch of a green and orange.
"It rude to raid a host's cupboard."
"Jeez, ok, sharing is caring but whatever." The tall blond said, throwing her hands up in defence and going for the almonds instead, "I'm holly," she said with a little nod before jumping onto the worktop.
"I know, we've met," Blaine didn't remember her, but he wanted to make her feel dumb, he was in one of those moods, "Blaine."
"I know, we've met." Holly smirked back, Blain appreciated her wit and held out the bag on sweets, "Thanks, Blaine. So why the glum mood?"
"Family shit." Blaine huffed, leaning against the opposite counter.
"Ah," she looked down at him understandably, "daddy issues, we've all got em. But there's something else causing you mope around ready to punch a wall...maybe a boy?"
"How did you..?" Blaine questioned, putting the skittle behind him a taking a few steps towards the woman.
"What? know you're gay? know about the boy? know it was your father?"
"Yeah."
"Well, your hair isn't a mop on your head and you don't smell like last weeks Chinese, so obviously you're not straight" Holly explained, getting a deep, throaty chuckle from Blaine as he crossed his arms, "Rosa told about the boy last night when you were clearly going through something. But let's pretend I'm psychic, its more fun that way. And finally, I've heard plenty about lawyer Anderson and his evil manipulative ways with all my experience being arrested."
Blaine narrowed his eyes in disbelief, "you were arrested?"
"Yeah, I know!" Holy exclaimed, jumping down, "apparently it's trespassing when you go into a school unannounced and teach poor, bored children."
"Well, that sounds perfectly legal to me." Blaine joked, but Holly taking it completely seriously, possibly for her own comfort or enjoyment.
"Thank you, Blaine, at least someone understands. How about you, ever felt that metal of cuff? Or fluff?" Holly added that last past under her breath but keeping it clear enough that Blaine heard, intentionally.
"You don't know," Blaine said faking shock, walking closer to holly intimidatingly. He didn't know why he wanted to scare her, but he felt like it, "I've killed someone, I burnt them to death, with a firework."
"Holy shit" Holly whispered, clearly not expecting that much.
"And as for the fluffy, one can only dream."
"I know should throw you off all that, since it is probably illegal, but I feel like its too late." Holly winced.
"Don't worry, this ass in untouched, its the lips and hands that have all the experience. Why am I telling you this?" Blaine laughed at the end.
"I have one of those faced." Holly shrugged, "Are you waiting for this boy?"
"No. God no, I could never." Blaine looked down at his intertwining fingers.
"Ah, that's the problem then, you want to but can't. Why? There must be something there if he's got you so wound up."
"I fucked it up-wait no-it got fucked up" Blaine corrected himself, darkness taking over his features as he remembered why he mad-more specifically who he was mad at.
"Please explain" Holly grabbed his hand and pulled him to the chairs that sat by the island counter, "I promise nobody will walk in, so tell me everything."
Blaine did just that. He explained how he had Kurt, how they had this passion between them that neither could resist. He mentioned how he had had Kurt willing to be within that way only for it to be interrupted, this led to him breaking down the reasons for his anger and need for revenge on the t-rex and the jew. But he neglected to bring up the other reason he couldn't have Kurt to himself, no matter how much the little voice in his head wanted him to.
"If it wasn't for them, I would have Kurt in my arms right now." Blaine finished.
"Why it sounds to me you have a right to be mad. You two have a romance novel type of affection for each other, and I mean the fifty shades of grey romance, not when harry met sally."
"Thank you?"
"I must ask, what is stopping you from going over there right now and just punching him in the face?"
"The baffoon, he's Kurt's brother, if I hurt him he'll never talk to me again," Blaine leant forward, speaking in a whisper despite nobody being in earshot but Holly, "I need to make him hurt himself, I want to ruin his relationship like he did mine."
"I want to tell you to trust the process and let you and Kurt come together on your own, but there's something about you, I don't know what. Wanna go an overpriced 24/7 breakfast place and plot your revenge?"
"As long as we use my father credit card."
"Done."
Blaine drove them, Holly bringing the almonds. The heart running through Blaine's blood and the absence of cars had him speeding past every stop sign and 30mph sign with the windows down. Holly held onto the dash, screaming gleefully. Surprisingly, it didn't feel weird for Blaine to be having this fun with an adult, it felt like she was just immature enough and he was just mature enough for them to click, at the very least they had similar brain waves which made them get along better then Blaine did with any other adult he had found in his house late at night. To be fair, they were usually his father's midnight affairs or his mother's bar escorts. Holly was Rosa's friend, and so she was Blaine's.
"I know I really should be responsible here, but can we get drunk on mimosa's, alcohol is not allowed at meditation retreats and it helps me plot better."
"Of course." Blaine cooed, turning full gentleman and assisting the blonde out the car, offering his arms as they entered. At first glance, the wait staff judged them, taking in Holly's windswept hair and Blaine's black layers, the only semblance of belonging being the expensive burgundy velvet lined maxi coat he threw on over tight jeans that were held up with a chain belt and a loosely tucked black shirt, but that was patched with distressed leather. Then they saw the gold metal between Blaine's fingers and a welcoming smile took over their features.
A man, late forties, with a twisted moustache and balding hair in a straight black suit approached them, his brown eyes flicked from card to face back to the card, "Good evening sir, madam, may I help you."
Holly stepped forward and with a big excited smile said, "hello, we will take your nicest table and if there is not a pitcher if mimosa and two glassed by the time we take our seat we will take our service elsewhere."
"Of course, but I must insist, that we take the payment in advance to avoid any problems."
Blaine held out the piece of metal, it being graciously accepted by the waiter, him clearly liking the weight in his hand, "right this way."
the pair followed him to a well-lit booth, and just like they requested a pitched was waiting along with two chute glasses that had deep read bases that faded into clear glass which matched the lilies that decorated the entire restaurant. All the other diners judged them, identical looks on the faces as the wait staff. They had both mutually decided by a simple look they shared as they sat down on the cushioned, gold back chairs, that they would mess with the conservative elderly that filled the place. Blaine hissed his breath too loud as he sat, "god, I don't think I could fuck another guy. My hole is destroyed."
Holly laughed out loud, playing alone, "Was it Christopher or Kevin?"
"I don't. Even. Remember."
They both broke out in s fit of giggles, drawing in a lot of wanted attention.
After some time, the distraction of ordering allowing them to calm and for people to turn their attention back to their own plates and drinks. They decided it would be best to order everything off the menu, it was only fair on the company to try everything and they needed full stomachs to think properly. This was the type of place to serve portions smaller then a fists and so the multiple meals would be the only way to achieve a full stomach, the only downside being they were forced to order more drinks to even feel a buzz since the food was sobering.
"Ok, ok, ok, we need our evil plan." Holly grabbed the table, staring at the teen in complete drunken seriousness.
"Of course, but first we need the type of evil."
"Right, that's very important. What are they?" Holly seemed excited to talk evil in a childish way.
"Well, there's the manipulative kind, the painful kind, the domination kind and the victim kind, although that falls slightly into manipulation."
"alright...What type of evil are we doing?"
"It feels like I'm doing all this planning,"
"Nooooo, well maybe, but it's your revenge, I'm here to keep the level head."
"Ok," Holly being level headed made sense to Blaine's drunken mind, "think about it. I'm in pain from possibly losing Kurt, so we should cause those two pain so painful evil, right? like I could punch Finn right in the eye, it'll be so fun."
"Nope, can't do it, Kurt will know it was you and won't talk to you since you hurt his brother."
"You are so smart." Blaine had no recollection of him saying the same thing a mere few hours ago.
"I know."
"Now, the victim would be too hard as they are both too stubborn to ever feel sorry for me. I don't feel like taking power over them will benefit mine and Kurt's relationship no matter how much I'll enjoy having them bend to my will. That leave's manipulation."
"Yes, I was hoping for that. I know the perfect plan. I thought of it in the car."
"Then why did we bother coming here."
"I was hungry. So, you make person A do something horrible and have it eat at them alive until they have to tell person B what they did. They'll lose each other like you lost Kurt."
"Oh my, you are diabolical. I love it."
"I'll drink to that. Darren!" Holly shouted, pointing at an unsuspecting employee, "a tray of your most expensive shots."
"Coming right away, madame."
"Ugh, madame, what am I forty?" Holly complained, mocking the staff's fake accent while finishing off the pitcher.
"Not at heart," Blaine sang, his eye's lighting up and jaw-dropping, an idea coming to his head, "You should come to my school and help, we could have like a code and shit."
"Fuck yeah!" They high-fived across the table, almost whacking the poor water who brought a metal tray of twelve shots, four on fire. "That will be all, Harry, we'll make our payment and be gone," Holly said, separating the shots evenly, the duo taking each in unison. A large cheque was placed on the table needing to be signed, the card was resting on top. Blaine signed with his father signature, having experted it aeons ago.
"We should call a taxi." Blaine still had some common sense left, the rules of alcohol safety drilled into his brain.
"Looks who's become the adult."
They left the building leaning on each other for support. There was a taxi waiting for them, courtesy of the restaurant after seeing the state they were in. Blaine, always the gentle an, helped Holly into the car. He thanked God he was gay because any straight guy and this lady would in danger. There were plenty of suspecting looks thrown their way in the restaurant, other looks of pride directed at Blaine despite him showing disgust at the mere idea of a man being capable of such primitive behaviour towards women. Even the taxi driver eyed her up like a piece of meat. Blaine put a protective arm over her shoulder, glaring at the man in the mirror while he gave his address. The driver never looked back, keeping his eyes forward, feeling threatened and wanting to be gone asap.
The drive back took longer then there, for obvious reasons. Once they did arrive, Blaine asked him to wait out front while he got Holly inside, refusing to pay a dime until he was sure she was safe. Holly was basically asleep, her eyes lidded and he feet dragging as she made her to the door, needing Blaine to open it and guide her to the corner sofa of their downstairs living room. He stumbled his way to a blanket, falling slightly when tucking her in. On his way out he grabbed a handful of cash from a stash that was hidden underneath a stack of books, too drunk to notice it was at least three times too much. The taxi driver's eyes lit up at the sight of green, happily accepting without a second thought. Although he did send a questioning look when Blaine got back in the car, giving a new address.
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Kurt sat at his desk scrolling through Pinterest and Etsy, procrastinating his homework he'd be attempting to complete for the last three hours. His constant back and forth of focus had kept him up into the late hours of the night. Unfortunately, physics was not the most drawing subject for Kurt, and so the focus ratio was the least bit even, at this rate he may be here all night considering the project was due first thing Monday. Sure he could do it on the weekend, but he hated having the knowledge of it eating away at him while he should be using the short time off to do and think of anything else that was dynamic equilibrium and velocity-time graphs. He didn't notice he had been at it for so long until he felt himself nod of for a second, the sudden drop of his head waking him back up.
"God, I need coffee."
He used the desk to push his chair out, spinning to face the stairs so he could jump up at swivel around the corner, a little manoeuvre he learnt quickly that shaved a decent amount of steps when leaving his room. Moving slow and steady so as to not disturb anyone, Kurt made himself a quick instant coffee, unable to use the machine due to the volume of the milk steamer; something you don't realise you need until you can't use it. This coffee was decent enough for a pick me up, nothing to indulge in. The mug was steaming and Kurt had to carry it with his knuckles barely gripping the handle unless he wanted a small burn. Which he definitely didn't want.
Although it was a fate Kurt couldn't escape. When walking down the stairs with only a small desk lamp lighting his way. Kurt missed a step, he reaction being to keep the coffee sturdy in his hands so as to not shatter the mug. He achieved this, the handle hooking onto his middle finger, but the coffee falling all over his chest and lap while he fell the last few steps. His clothes were stained and sticking to his burning skin and his butt ached with the feeling of a bruise.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck," Kurt mumbled, abandoning the mug on his window ledge and rushing to the bathroom, throwing his shirt to one side and kicking his pants off so he could stand under a cold shower. The water made him gasp and feel more awake than coffee ever did, but once he got used to it cooled his skin, leaving only blotchy red patches.
*tap tap*
Kurt turned off the shower, hearing a strange noise coming from his room, easily heard since he left his bathroom door open in his rush.
*tap tap*
"What the..." Kurt stepped out of the shower and threw on the nearest item of clothing, a small satin robe that never closed properly over his chest or legs so he only used it on facial days where nobody would enter his room for sure.
*tap tap*
As Kurt looked around the corner of the door, he saw nothing in his room. He turned his head quickly to check it hadn't been faulty tap, which it wasn't.
*tap tap*
Hearing it a third time made him step out the bathroom completely, looking around trying to follow the noise, expecting to hear it again.
*tap tap*
The fifth tap made it apparent it was coming from the windows. It was dark, and the contrast in light meant he couldn't see much outside, his own reflection blocking majority of view. However, he made out a pair of feet shuffling along the ground, every so often kicking stones at the window.
Kurt knocked hard on the window in attempts to get the owner of the feet's attention. When that didn't work, he opened the window shouting "excuse me", his voice jumping a little as he was having to keep balanced on the small shelving unit below the window. Although it got his attention, the turning of his feet to face Kurt sent small bits of stone and dirt his way, one hitting his eye.
"Ow," Kurt said sharply, rubbing his eye and jumping down, his blurred vision making out the outlines of a face looking through the window.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry Kurt." The face said, now clearly being Blaine with the dim light of Kurt's room lighting his form.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was lonely. Can I come in, please?"
"Yeah, sure," Kurt began heading for the front door, turning on his heel and wincing when he heard the breaking of a mug to see Blaine dropping through the window, his long coat getting caught on something outside causing him to fall forward and onto Kurt's floor where he broke out into howling laughter while playing with the new tear.
"Shh." Kurt crossed the room, arms over his chest trying to keep his robe as closed as he could, "Why are you laughing?"
"Because this coat cost me 360 dollars and Rosa's gonna kill me." Blaine laughed, looking at Kurt through the hole.
"Please tell me you're joking?" Kurt couldn't stand the idea of that amount of money going down the drain so fast.
"Nope." Blaine smiled up at Kurt, his eyes dilated and he swayed ever so slightly.
"Blaine," Kurt said sweetly, kneeling next to the boy, "are you drunk?"
"No," Blaine scoffed, falling down onto his back when he jokingly shoved Kurt, "I just had a drink or two."
"ok," Kurt pulled him back up, holding his shoulder sturdy, "did you drive here?"
"I'm not an idiot, I got a taxi."
Kurt sighed in relief, helping Blaine stand to get him back home.
"But I told him to go, I wanted you to myself," Blaine added, his hands slowly heading south.
"Hold up there mister," Kurt said, putting his hands over Blaine's to pull them back over his shoulders.
"But Kurt," Blaine pouted, "I wanna have some fun, and this robe isn't helping me think straight."
"No, the alcohol isn't helping you think straight."
"You are right, which means you can't be mad at me for this."
"For wha-" Kurt's thought track was silenced by Blaine's lips on his, moving sloppy and wet, the taste of champagne, orange juice and other indistinct alcohol over his tongue. It wasn't the kiss of the year, but having Blaine's mouth, no matter how drunkenly, moving against his brought Kurt moments of ecstasy. His hands explored Kurt's body but it wasn't until he felt the skin to skin contact of Blaine's fingertips brushing against his stomach, undoing the weak knot of his belt, that reality came back to him.
"Blaine," Kurt sighed, "we can't."
"Why?" Blaine said mouthing at Kurt's jaw, "there's no one to interrupt us and we both clearly want to."
"Because you're drunk, Blaine. It wouldn't be right."
Blaine dropped his hands, whining as he took a step back, "Fuck, how are you so smart and hot. It is not fair."
"Go to bed Blaine." Kurt had decided as soon as Blaine kicked stones at his face that he couldn't let him go home alone, and he couldn't remember Blaine's address if he had a gun to his head so calling another taxi was out the picture if he had the money for it or not. The only option left was for Blaine to stay over; there was no way he could make it up the stairs without waking the whole house, which meant sharing a bed. That was if Kurt could sleep at all, with the homework still gloomy over his conscience and the new weight at his side tonight, sleep would be a luxury.
"You don't have to lie," Blaine said, crawling into the bed before flopping onto his back to look at Kurt who was haphazardly redoing his robe and sitting back at his desk, spinning ever so slightly side to side, a pen between his fingers.
"what are you talking about?"
"I know why you don't want to kiss me."
Kurt leant forward with playful curiosity, "And whys that?"
"Because I'm a dick. I'm a horrible drunk who's capable of murder. You're too good for me and you know it, you just feel pity."
"That is not true," Kurt said, suddenly serious, walking towards the bed to comfort Blaine while he spoke. "You are nothing but an incredibly attractive sweetheart who made a mistake which led to a drug-fueled accident. A mistake only made because of stuff you have no control over."
"i could have said no."
"No, don't say that," Kurt cut in, sitting on the bed next to Blaine, "you were hurting and just wanted to feel something good for a change. Of course, your choice of friends didn't help, but we can't help who we click with. You were under horrible circumstances, and anything that could have gone wrong did. So don't ever blame yourself, and to prove your past doesn't affect how I feel about you, I am going to hold you until you fall asleep-no funny business."
Blaine hummed while nuzzling into Kurt's side, tracing patterns into his thigh until he fell asleep and his hands stilled. everything Kurt was true, he had thought about it while he sat on his bed. He decided he didn't hold anything against Blaine for what he did, it was a mistake that could be forgiven under the right circumstances, and Blaine had just that. It had been a shock upon first hearing, it would be to anybody no matter what type of relationship it was shared between. But given thought Kurt knew forgiveness was the right path, especially if it ended with Blaine warm in his arms, openly being kind and loving towards him. all the stress and worry of life and school was lifted as he pulled a small blanket over them and settled in to sleep.
looks like there relationship was fine after all, yay.