Chapter 30:
Kurt:
"Is that my vegan burger?" I ground my teeth, trying to focus on seasoning the burgers and not killing Rachel.
"Yes, Rachel. For the millionth time, I have your vegan burger. Why don't you go keep everyone company outside?" She was arranging her hair in the stainless steel reflection of our toaster.
"I'm keeping you company until Blaine gets up. We need to talk about New York anyway." She had moved on to picking at her teeth, making me want to vomit. Ever since we had sent off our NYADA applications, it had been a non-stop conversation about New York with her. I knew she was just worried about her relationship with Finn, but I wasn't really eager to become their couples counselor. I had enough to deal with worrying about my own situation and I couldn't handle any of hers. After Blaine and I had talked on our trip to Disney, I was feeling a lot better about the whole situation, but Blaine still hadn't heard about any scholarships or even decided what he wanted to go to school for. I was nervous for him, but he really didn't seem to concerned. We were alike in so many ways, but careful planning was not one of those ways.
"What about New York?" I asked cautiously as I washed my hands. She faced me, leaning back against the counter.
"Just... the living situation. Should we get a two or three bedroom? Obviously we might need a guest room, but we should decide how we will spilt the bills. Now, with four incomes plus what my dad's have agreed to, it shouldn't be too difficult-"
"Whoa," I interrupted with a wave of my hands. Rachel was speaking in one long stream and I had no idea how she didn't pass out from lack of oxygen. "Back up to when you were saying four incomes." She gave me an obvious look and spread her hands out like I was way behind.
"Uh, you, me, Finn, and Blaine? That's assuming you guys are sharing a room. You are sharing right? Oh god!" She clasped her cheeks like the kid from the Home Alone movies. "You have... done it, right? You're not like, waiting? I should have double checked with you! I'm so sorry! I mean, if the way that Blaine talks is to be believed, then you guys have sex on practically every surface, but I can see how he would exaggerate-"
"Rachel!" I yelled before she could go any further. I could tell I was probably red as a tomato from my neck to the tips of my ears. "Okay, shouldn't we wait until we know everyone's plans before we start discussing all of this? We haven't even gotten our letters for when we are auditioning yet, so let's just calm down. And my sex life is none of your business, thank you." She pushed her tiny frame off of the counter and stood as tall as she could.
"I'm going to NYADA! It's my destiny!" Her lip quivered a little and her big brown eyes were shiny with unshed tears.
"I never said you weren't!" It was time to do damage control before she started really yelling. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Of course you are going. I am too. But we don't know what Finn or Blaine want yet, so we need to wait before we start picking out wallpaper. Right?" Rachel snuggled into my side and relaxed a little.
"Well, Finn is taking too long to decide what he wants. And you and Blaine can't break up or I'll stop believing in true love."
"Rachel, what have I said about that?" She huffed.
"It's unnecessary pressure on your relationship." I squeezed her shoulders.
"Give Finn time. He will figure it out. You have to have trust in each other." She toyed with her Finn necklace and leaned away a bit. I rested my palms on the countertop and leaned back. "Look, I get it. I will be pretty bummed if Blaine has to go across the country for school, but we talked about it and we are determined to make it work no matter what. That's what you and Finn need to decide; are you going to try long distance if he decides to stay here or part ways? There's no wrong answer. Everyone has to figure out what works best for them." She had listened quietly the whole time I was speaking, but she looked up when I finished, her eyes a little wet still.
"Thanks for the advice. I'll... think about it. When did you get so wise and mature?" I laughed and tilted my head.
"I have no idea about that, but I think Blaine and I spent so much time not speaking that we learned how important it is." Rachel nodded.
"You two are a good couple. I hope you make it."
"Me too." I whispered. We were both quiet for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts until Rachel turned back to me.
"Did you really mean what you said?" I arched an eyebrow in confusion.
"Yes, sweetie. Everything will be fine."
"No, I mean the wallpaper? I thought you had better taste than that." I groaned in annoyance and pushed her away as she was laughing.
"We were having a moment, Rachel Berry. You ruined it." She giggled again as Dad poked his head in the kitchen door.
"Those burgers ready yet, kiddo? Grill is getting hot!"
"Yes, dad! Rachel is going to bring them out!" I shoved the tray of burgers into her arms, hoping that with her out of my hair I could actually finish icing Blaine's birthday cake. She grimaced down at the raw meat and held it as far away from her face as she could.
"Ew! Kurt! I can't do this!"
"You need to go watch him grill it! He might overcook yours and it will dry out." I pushed her towards the door. "He has no idea how to grill anything that didn't formally have a face."
"Kurt! That's awful!"
I nodded emphatically as I shut the door. Breathing a sigh of relief at the glorious silence, I headed back into the kitchen to dig the cake out of the fridge where I stowed it to keep Jeff and Finn out of it. As I set it gently on the counter and started humming that stupid song Blaine had made me listen to the other day, I felt arms wrap around my waist and kisses on my neck.
"Well, looks like the birthday boy is finally awake! Did your headache go away?" I leaned into his sleep-warm chest while stroking the arm crossed in front of me.
"Yeah, it did. Thanks." His voice sounded rough from not using it for a few hours and muffled from being buried in my back. He didn't move, but swayed gently as I uncovered the cake.
"Did you banish Rachel for talking about how we fuck everywhere or because she was whining about Finn?" I wheeled around in his arms as my mouth dropped open. His eyes were a warm gold color at the moment and a playful smile tugged at his lips. He was only wearing a soft purple t-shirt that showed off his amazing arms and grey sweatpants, but he looked so sexy with his sleep-tousled curls that I had to remind myself that I couldn't drag him back up my bedroom.
"You were eavesdropping? For how long?" He laughed softly and scratched at the stubble across his jawline.
"Since you were talking about New York." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my nose before burrowing his nose in my neck. "Will you really be bummed if I don't got to New York?"
"Of course," I said swaying with him and rubbing his back. "But I'm not standing in the way of your dreams. Once you figure out what those dreams are." Blaine stilled and leaned back so he could see in my eyes. He suddenly looked so serious.
"I think I have figured that out actually."
"Have you?" He nodded and licked his lips after clasping his hands in mine. I gave an encouraging smile even though my heart was racing. This was it; this would determine where he applied to colleges.
"Okay, don't laugh."
"I won't. Promise." He took a deep breath, a curl floating up as he blew the breath out. He was actually serious about this, I realized. I just hoped he didn't want to be a professional juggler or something.
"I decided I want to be a teacher." It was quiet for a moment as I processed this. He had mentioned teaching before, but it was always in a joking way. I didn't realize he was actually being serious about it, but the more I thought about it, I could totally see him being a teacher. He was outgoing and related to people easily, not to mention charming as hell. I mean, he got me to go out with him after we hated each other for years. Blaine shuffled his feet and backed away, scratching at his head. I could tell he was nervous and seemed worried. Did he really care that much about what I thought? "Yeah, it's probably stupid. I would probably suck as a teacher," he said in a way that was supposed to be nonchalant, but came across a little bitter. Blaine was looking down at his sock feet and had wrapped his arms around his waist like he was hugging himself. I pried his hand off of his arm and held it tightly.
"Hey," I dipped my head so he would look at me. He hadn't shut down completely, but his eyes were hard. "It's not stupid. I think it's an amazing idea, especially if it's your dream. It's not the first thing I would have assumed, but the more I think about it, the more it sounds perfect for you." He played with my fingertips, rolling them in between his finger and thumb.
"Really?" I nodded and kissed his chin.
"Of course. You are patient." I kissed his cheek. "You're pretty funny, but to a second grader you would be hilarious." He narrowed his eyes at me as I snickered and kissed his ear next. "You are intelligent and compassionate." I trailed kisses down his neck and felt his whole body start to relax. He was a sucker for neck kisses. "You exude confidence even when you don't feel it and best of all," I pulled him close, finally kissing him gently on the lips. I lingered there until he melted into me and his hands slid down my back. When I finally broke the kiss to breathe, my voice was a little husky and Blaine's eyes were glazed over. I loved that he got so into it, even when we were just kissing. "Best of all, you love harder than anyone and I'm so proud to be with you." He put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.
"I want you to be." He said quietly. We stood like that for a minute or several, I couldn't say exactly how long, but sadly it couldn't last.
"There you are, squirt! We were all taking bets on if you were still asleep or getting it on with Kurt and it looks like I'm taking home some money today!" Blaine groaned in annoyance at his brother before I pushed him gently away.
"Come on, why don't you go get dressed and I'll finish the cake." I slapped him on the butt and laughed as he glared at me with a devilish smirk.
"Careful, Hummel. Don't start something you don't have time to finish." He growled low and sexy and I bit back a growl of my own. I tried to look as innocent as possible even though I really wanted to follow him back up to my room and finish what I started.
"I was just giving you your birthday spankings." I shrugged as he shook his head, a knowing smile still playing at his lips and his hands on his hips.
"Oh, you just wait until everyone leaves and we will see who gets spanked." A cough reminded both of us (and our dicks) that we weren't alone at the moment and I immediately started to pull at my shirt collar.
"Wow, you boys are kinky little bastards, huh?" Cooper smiled playfully at me as Blaine laughed his way up the stairs. He just loved embarrassing me.
"Sorry, Coop. I kind of forgot you were there." I said, not able to look him in the eye. "Your brother has that effect on me." Cooper chuckled as he sampled the frosting I was spreading over Blaine's cake.
"Oh yes, he makes everyone want to spank him. Although, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me to spank him the same way he would want you to." He laughed uproariously at my red face as I swatted at him. The door opened again.
"Kurt? Sleeping beauty up yet? The food is almost ready!" My dad called from the kitchen door again and I clapped a hand over Cooper's mouth before he could say something about our previous conversation. He licked my hand, of course. I'm sure he taught Blaine.
"Yeah, Dad! He's getting dressed and I'm finishing the cake and we will be out!" Dad raised a bemused eyebrow, but decided he would rather not know why I was standing with my hand over Cooper's mouth as he giggled into my hand. I released Cooper as soon as my dad retreated to the backyard and wiped my hand roughly on his shirt.
"You're disgusting, you know that?" Cooper giggled again as he tried to duck away from my hand.
"Oh, I know. Now, get that delicious butt in gear and bring the cake to the backyard! I have an important announcement and you and your stupid boyfriend should be there."
"He was your stupid brother first!" I yelled after him. Without the Anderson brother distractions, I was able to quickly finish the cake and took it out to the back yard. The quiet of the kitchen contrasted greatly with the noise and pandaemonium taking place out there.
Everyone had come to the barbecue to celebrate Blaine's birthday. It was a little chilly for April, but the sunshine made it warm enough to enjoy being outside. Jeff and Nick were playing horseshoes against Finn and Sam and there was a lot of smack talk being passed back and forth. Mercedes, Tina, Mike, and Brittany were all listening to David explain all the benefits to yoga and he looked very pleased to have willing listeners. Rachel and Sebastian seemed to be in a heated debate over something to do with show choir, but Sebastian was being held back by Dave who was trying really hard not to laugh. (Those two were hanging out a lot lately and Blaine and I were pretty sure something was going on.) Wes, Santana, and Puck were hanging on every word Alexa said as she told a story, although I wasn't sure if it was because of her great storytelling skills or because of how gorgeous she was. Her hair had began to grow back thicker and her cheeks weren't so sunken in, but plumper and rosy. There was a vitality to her that she always had, even while sick, but that had seemed to grow stronger with every day. Carole and Pam were laughing at Cooper being chased by a pissed off Artie after he had snuck up behind him and squirted him with a squirt gun. Quinn and Chandler were talking animately about some show they had both seen. Dad was scooping the burgers off the grill and piling them on a platter. Finally, Camilia giggled from her seat on Richard's lap as he told her a joke. I had never seen either of their smiles that big and it warmed my heart a little at how things had changed. From what I heard, Blaine's dad and niece had pretty much become inseparable, both constantly begging for the other one to come over. Cooper and Alexa were very happy that they got on so well. Everyone was getting along with Richard these days. The divorce had become final in January and Pam had more of a friendship with him now than before. Dad still wasn't his biggest fan, but he was very friendly towards him and they would spend hours discussing football or cars. Blaine was still working on their relationship too, but it had come a very long way. They did something together at least once a week, just the two of them and he seemed much more relaxed and happy these days. I smiled as I set the cake down and sighed happily. Who would have thought that I would be here back at the beginning of school last year? I was so angry and closed off then and things had worked out so well.
My happy thoughts were destroyed as I felt cold water hit the side of my face and Cooper yell something about friendly fire. I was just about to go shove that stupid squirt gun somewhere Cooper definitely wouldn't have wanted it when I felt hands on my waist and a kiss on my neck.
"It's not worth it. Just tell him he can't have cake." Blaine wiped my face off with his striped shirt, exposing his abs and then kissed the spot.
"Hey, Hummel. My eyes are up here." He laughed as I pushed him away and noted he actually dressed up. He was wearing red fitted jeans and boat shoes along with the nice jacket I bought him for Christmas. (He had gotten me a beautiful scarf that I wanted and tickets to see Rent in Columbus. I also had made him a scrap book with pictures of us and mementos in it and of course, empty pages for the future. Blaine may have cried.) Dad called to me from the grill so Blaine and I walked over hand in hand.
"Burgers are almost done although I'm not sure about this thing." He poked at Rachel's vegan burger as he pushed his baseball cap up to scratch at his head. I leaned down a little closer and shrugged.
"Looks done to me. I'd say pull them off." Dad nodded as he wiped his hands on his apron and picked up the tray I had brought for him.
"Cake's done?" I hummed a yes and Dad smiled at Blaine. "Happy birthday, son." He clapped a hand on Blaine's shoulder and my boyfriend grinned back at him.
"Thanks, pops. These smell amazing." I plated the burgers all up as dad started to take of his apron.
"So, you boys ready for Nationals next week?" We both nodded.
"Kurt told you we have a duet, right?" Blaine told Dad as he popped a french fry we had set out already in his mouth.
"Yeah, he mentioned it. You two are gonna do great!"
"I have a solo too!" Rachel, summoned by the show choir talk, chimed in.
"You have a solo part just like most of us." Mercedes corrected as she grabbed a plate. Rachel pouted. We all ignored her in favor of piling food on our plates.
"Hey, guys! Before we get too busy, I have an announcement." Cooper had wrapped an arm around Alexa who was leaned against him smiling. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Cooper, thank you for finally admitting that I'm better looking one. I know it was a tough call for you, but it was the right one-" Blaine was suddenly silenced by Cooper putting him in a head lock.
"What I was saying was that my book is finally finished and has been approved by my publisher!" We all cheered and clapped as Cooper held his hand up. "Now, I couldn't have done it without the support of my amazing wife and daughter of course, but I dedicated the book to the two people who inspired the main characters; the Little Prince," he said as he rubbed Blaine's head roughly. "And the Sassy Siren!" Cooper then pointed at me as I raised my eyebrow. Blaine just looked pissed.
"You wrote a children's book and based the characters off of me and Blaine?" I asked.
"Yup."
"And my character is a siren?"
"Mhm."
I drug my hand down my face. Everyone around us seemed to get very quiet. Even Jeff and Finn had stopped fighting over food. "I assume it had been done tastefully?" Camilia jumped up from her grandfather's knee and grabbed my hands.
"Oh, Kurt! You look beautiful in the pictures! I told Daddy you had to be beautiful and your clothes had to be fabulous or else you wouldn't agree to it! You should see the pictures!" Her eyes were sparkling and her grin took up her whole face. I curled my fingers around hers and winked.
"Well, if my agent says it's good, then I guess I'm okay with it." Cooper whooped happily and spun Alexa around in a hyper twirl. Blaine just shook his head, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. "But I will be needing to see this book first!" Everyone laughed and began eating again.
...
I waved goodbye to Brittany and Santana who had stayed longer than everyone else as we had gotten caught up in a conversation about a cheer routine we wanted to work on for next year. Finn had left to take Rachel home and Dad was dozing in his recliner with Carole tucked onto the couch beside him watching one of her favorite movies. We are all tired after the cooking and socializing of Blaine's birthday. I yawned loudly as I stretched.
"Ugh, what a mess. I think we should clean up tomorrow." Carole nodded, a sleepy grin on her face.
"I agree. We will make Finn do most of it since all he did was eat and watch tv while we worked." Finn was an expert at avoiding chores. I smirked.
"Now, he did hang the streamers so I didn't have to try to dig the ladder out." She tilted her head in concession as I glanced around the corner into the kitchen. "Where did Blaine go?"
"Up to your room I think. Pam said he was to be home by curfew, so don't get too comfortable dear." I stuck my chin up in a haughty manner to hide my blush. I knew what she was saying without having to say it.
"I will give him his present and I'm sure he will be leaving soon."
I climbed the stairs quickly and found Blaine sprawled out on my bed. He had taken off his jacket and shoes and was idly flipping through one of my Vogue magazines. I took a second to just admire him as I leaned against the door way. How was it that he just seemed to get even more beautiful and sexier every single day? I watched the way his muscles rippled under his shirt as he turned the page or how his eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks and how he hummed a random song absently. God, I was smitten.
"Are you gonna come over here, sexy?" He said without looking up. "I'm very cold and in need of some friction to warm me up." This time he did look at me and I wished he hadn't because when he looked at me that way it did things to me. Things I couldn't do with my father and step-mother downstairs. I collected myself and swayed a little over exaggerated over to my dresser.
"Down, boy." I managed to say coolly. "I have to give you my gift." Blaine sat up and let the magazine fall down beside him. He stretched one arm behind his head and then patted his lap seductively.
"Well, why don't you come give it to me then?" I laughed, trying to keep my legs from giving in and going over to the bed.
"Come on, you know Dad and Carole are downstairs. Plus, you have a curfew." I withdrew his perfectly wrapped present and he fixed me with his puppy dog eyes.
"Kurrrt. It's my birthday and all I want is you... here." He gestured to his lap again and I stepped closer.
"Do you?" His eyes somehow darkened and glowed at the same time.
"Yes, baby. Come here." I drug a teasing finger slowly up his body from his toe and then up the seam of his pants, just stopping right before I got to his crotch. His breath hitched as I traced delicate circles on his thigh.
"You know what I really want to do?" I let my eyes travel up his body slowly, then locked my eyes with his. His breathing was quicker now and he swallowed heavily.
"What do you want to do?" He rasped. He was definitely getting excited.
"Give you your birthday present." Smiling sexily, he stretched out over the bed even more.
"Give it to me then. I'm all yours." I bent down to place a quick kiss on his lips and I ducked away as he tried to pull me down on top of him.
"Blaine!" I laughed as he scowled. "We can't. I have your presents right here." He pouted for a second before accepting the shiny wrapped box.
"Such a fucking tease. I'll get you back for this." His head tilted towards his lap where a very obvious erection was straining. I kissed him as I sat cuddled up beside him on the bed.
"Don't worry, I promise I'll give you part two of your present tomorrow." I leaned over to graze my lips against his ear. He moaned softly and fidgeted some more. "Part two is the more physical part of the gift." I finished by nipping his ear lobe gently. His eyes had fluttered closed and he licked his lips.
"Fine. Can I open this now?" He held up the box and I nodded, my heart beating a bit with excitement. I worried my lip as he ripped into the box with childlike enthusiasm. What if he wouldn't like what I had picked out or thought that it was lame? What if he was disappointed? He lifted the top off the white box and shifted aside the tissue paper to pull out a white coffee mug. He turned it until he could read the plain black lettering I had had specifically put on and a smile tugged his lips up. "Jerk face?" I smiled.
"Remember, what I used to call you? Well, that or just The Jerk. But the day you actually called me by my name for the first time-" His eyes sparkled with the memory.
"And you said I couldn't call you Hummel anymore." I dipped my head.
"Even though you still do. And I said if you called me Hummel I was calling you jerk face..." Blaine had an unreadable expression on his face and I started to blush. "Sorry, it's dumb. I just, uh... well, I wanted you to remember that day because it was the first time we really talked and it was the day..." I swallowed nervously as he just watched me with curious eyes. "It was the first day I really started to fall in love with you." Blaine opened his mouth, but I shushed him before he could talk. I wanted him to open the rest of his present first. "There's something else in there." He raised an eyebrow and eagerly dug into the rest of the tissue paper. I chewed my nail as he pulled out the small leather box and opened it, eyeing the watch I had gotten him. He didn't say anything for a few seconds and I nervously jumped in. "It has dials you can set to different time zones so that even if you go to China for school, you can see what time it is in New York... where I'll be. It's also engraved." He flipped the shiny face over to the silver backing and read the loopy scroll.
"It's our anniversary!" He smiled. "And a heart?" I blushed again, not able to meet his eyes. Instead, I tore a piece of the tissue paper up into small bits.
"Yes... so, um, no matter where you are you'll have my heart with you." He didn't say anything, so I chanced a look to his face and he was grinning from ear to ear.
"Kurt, this is the sweetest, cheesiest-"
"Hey!"
"Most thoughtful gift ever! I think it's better than that stupid jewelry box you got Cam for Christmas." He was stroking a finger lovingly over the tiny gold accents of the watch. My chest puffed a little with pride that he loved it so much.
"It's not stupid! That jewelry box plays "If I Had Words!" Do you know what I had to go through to get that done?" Blaine just shook his head and pounced on me, knocking the breath out of me and squishing me into the mattress. Then he was kissing all over my face.
"I love it! Thank you so much!" He said in between kisses as I giggled. "You're always so thoughtful." He stopped, his eyes shining like warm honey as he hovered over my face and delicately kissed my lips. "You are amazing, you know that?" I smiled into the next kiss he gave me.
"I do, but feel free to remind me again." He started placing more little kisses all over my face again until we heard a sharp knock on my door frame.
"It's about curfew for you, birthday boy." Dad had stopped by my door on his sleepy shuffle to his room. Blaine still was leaning over me, balanced on his palms. He didn't move even when I pushed him away.
"Did you see the beautiful watch Kurt gave me, Mr. Hummel? Feel free to jump in here if you want." Dad tried to look menacing, but it came off as a tired grimace. We laughed and sat up.
"Go home, bud." Dad clapped Blaine on the shoulder as he walked by and told me to walk him out and get to bed. We made our way to the front door past a drowsy Carole who called out a happy birthday to Blaine. Our hands automatically tangled together as we got out to Blaine's car.
"Did you have a good birthday?" He set his gifts on top of the car despite my protests. "Remember the tart?"
"The what?"
I sighed, resigned. "The fruit pizza." He chuckled and gripped my hips, his thumb playing at the skin right below my waist band. I suppressed a shiver.
"I won't forget. But yes. I did have a good birthday, even if I do have to kill Cooper for writing a children's book with characters based on us." He said, but without any real heat. I shrugged.
"I don't mind. Honestly, a book like that might have helped me to feel not so alone when I was a kid."
"You haven't even read it yet." Blaine countered. "He probably made me really obnoxious and petulant."
"Oh, I'm sure it's fine. Did you really like your presents?" Blaine pulled me in closer and kissed me slowly on the mouth. I quickly surrendered to him, winding my arms around his waist and up his back. When he finally drew back, we were both a little out of breath.
"Does that answer your question?" I blinked at him as his hands traveled down to my butt and squeezed. I whimpered, wanting to continue, but I definitely didn't want Dad coming to look for me. I nodded as he released me and gathered up his things from his roof. I noticed he had already strapped the watch to his wrist and it warmed my heart. I stepped back as Blaine started to get into his car.
"I really love the gifts, but you know I might not need it if we are in the same time zone... like if we were both in New York?" He had that charming smile on his face that made me want to kiss him all over again.
"Fingers crossed."
As he drove away, I seriously considered wishing on a star.
...
Blaine:
The bell rang loudly as I began packing up my things for glee club. I checked that my sheet music was there for the sixteenth time that day and tried to smooth down my hair a bit. I smiled warmly at my new watch and my heart flipped in my chest. The band was simple black leather and the face was a shiny silver accented with gold. It was stylish, but classic all at once and definitely something that Kurt Hummel would pick out. It was impossible, (and no way would I ever admit it to anyone) but I swore I could feel the tiny heart on the back against my skin. I had a few minutes to get to glee, so I decided to use that time to try and calm myself.
"Someone is stepping up their game. Nice job, Blaine." Wes patted my shoulder as I rolled my eyes.
"So, I dress like a slob the rest of the time?" I asked as I self-consciously tugged at my bow tie and adjusted my sweater. I was dressed up way more than usual, but it was for a good reason. Wes threw an arm around my shoulders and walked me to the choir room.
"No! I'm just saying that you never wear sweaters and bow ties and... pants that aren't jeans to school and yet here you are, looking very snazzy."
"I should punch you for saying snazzy."
"You got a hot date with Kurt or something?" He continued as if I hadn't threatened him. "Just curious."
"Oooh! Blainey, I like it! You look like a responsible, dapper young man." Jeff threw his arm around my shoulders on the other side, covering Wes's arm. I tried to shake them off, but they were holding on tightly. Nick adjusted his backpack strap as he joined the others.
"Just let it happen. It should be over soon." Nick directed to me as David slapped five with him.
"What are we letting happen?"
"Blaine's proposing to Kurt today. Look how adorable he looks." Jeff said while pinching my cheek and avoiding the kick I aimed at his shin. I felt my cheeks get warm.
"Why don't you guys go do something that doesn't annoy me? Like not be idiots."
"Great comeback, really, but we are far more interested in why you look like you're the boy next door who's super shy and has self-esteem issues." Jeff said as he grabbed Nick's hand. We looked like dumb asses walking down the hall like this. I ducked suddenly and got out of their hold, causing them to stumble into a huge heap. I laughed as they clamored over each other, trying to get up before people noticed that they were in the floor. I picked imaginary lint from the front of my sweater as Jeff glared at me.
"Not cool. We were just complimenting you, asshole." He helped his boyfriend up as David untangled himself from Wes.
"No, you were teasing me. Don't act like you were just trying to be all nice. Now if you will excuse me, I have glee." I heard David gasp.
"Are you asking Kurt to prom? Like a prom-posal? Like those videos we watched?" I shushed him as all the guys started cooing.
"It's surprise, but yes! So don't ruin it please!" I glanced around but I didn't see Kurt anywhere. He must still be in class or already in the choir room. Nick and Jeff were hugging and jumping up and down.
"That's so adorable! Look at our boy, all grown up!" I shoved at them to try to hide my smile. They were idiots, but they were my idiots.
"Are you singing him that song?" David asked while rubbing his hands.
"Yes, and I would appreciate you all going away so he doesn't suspect anything." I shooed then away. Wes bowed a little as he began to back away.
"You are truly the master of romance. Hats off to you and may he say yes." I rolled my eyes and turned to enter the choir room when someone ran into me.
"Shit! Why don't you watch where you're going, Blaine!" Sebastard was rubbing his shoulder where we had collided. I ignored the pain in my chin in favor of shooting him a dirty look. Yes, he had backed way off from Kurt and yes, he seemed to have some kind relationship with Dave that they refused to tell us about. He also barely flirted with Kurt anymore, but I still didn't trust him after all the times he tried to break us up. We still liked giving each other a hard time. I crossed my arms and walked ahead of him.
"Why don't you watch where you're walking?" I ignored his snort of derision and locked eyes with my boyfriend from across the room. He had been chatting with Mercedes and Quinn and they were all laughing at something. I belatedly realized he wasn't dressed in his Cheerio uniform, but in a silvery colored shirt, patterned pants fitted to him, and a baby blue scarf that brought out the color in his eyes. He was smiling shyly at me and the girls were nudging him and giggling, certainly whispering about me. I smiled back at him before Sebastard pushed past me and winked at Kurt. Before I could punch him in the face, Mr. Shue walked in and asked us to have a seat. Unfortunately, Kurt was already surrounded by his girlfriends, so I had to sit a few seats down, but this way would surprise him more anyway. Mr. Shue started off the day by sharing details about our upcoming competition and then he announced that we would rehearse our routine for Nationals. I bounced my leg nervously as he rattled on. Now was the time. My heart started to pound and I was sweating. I wiped my palms on my pants and started to stand up at the same time Kurt did. Why was he standing up? We stared at each other along with everyone else when Sebastian stood suddenly and stalked up to the front of the room.
"Before we practice, I have something I would like to say." He handed off some sheet music to Brad at the piano and stood facing us. Kurt and I both slowly sat down slowly, puzzled looks on our faces. "As some of you may be aware, next month is prom. Now, I honestly don't give a damn about going since it wouldn't be the only time I get to ride in a limo like you peasants-" A throat being cleared at the door caused everyone including Sebastian to turn their attention to the door. Dave Karofsky was standing there with hands in his letterman jacket's pockets and a shy smile on his face. It was pretty comical how everyone's heads swiveled back to Sebastian who was... blushing? He motioned for Dave to sit down in the front row while I gave Kurt a, what the hell is going on? look and he shrugged as if to say I have no idea in return. Sebastian cleared his throat amid whispers from the rest of glee club. "As I was saying, I know prom is coming up and I would like to ask... um... well, just listen." Sebastian was looking at Dave who sunk into an empty seat. I arched an eyebrow at Kurt. He smiled knowingly. I had never known Sebastian to stumble over words, which he wielded like a weapon. The familiar music started and I bobbed my head along with the song.
Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my best-est
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn
To win some or learn some
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Sebastian only had eyes for Dave as he sang, and Dave's were glued to him. I admit I was kind of shocked. I had noticed that both guys seemed to keep to themselves lately, but I hadn't realized they were together. Kurt had been in contact with Dave, giving him advice and helping him with coming out. I did know that he had officially come out to his parents and it had gone better than he thought it would, but I had no idea he was dating anyone. From the surprised look Kurt had on his face, he hadn't either.
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours
So please don't please don't please don't
There's no need to complicate
'Cause our time is short
This, oh this, this is our fate, I'm yours
Sebastian ended his song as everyone applauded him. He walked up to Dave who was grinning widely. Sebastian produced one rose and held it out to Dave with a shaky hand. "So, would you please go to prom with me?" Dave nodded and glanced around self consciously before hugging Sebastian.
"Of course I will, dummy."
Everyone cheered and I caught Kurt's eye as he was smiling. He may have stolen my thunder, but I was happy for him and Dave.
...
Kurt:
"No, no, no!" I growled as I crumpled up another piece of paper. I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom and trying to come up with another spectacular idea to ask Blaine to prom. Since Sebastian had unintentionally stolen my idea, I was having trouble thinking of something else that wasn't way too over the top or completely stupid. I had considered many ideas ranging from filling the entire auditorium with candles to just asking him at a nice dinner. They weren't bad ideas, but they just didn't get me excited. After the performance, I had decided to try to figure out some other way to ask Blaine to prom and then the day got busy and I forgot. As I was changing into my my pajamas, it hit me; I was planning on asking Blaine to prom today with a song in glee club. Of course, I couldn't do that now. That's when I started brainstorming and so far had come up with zero good ideas. I sighed as I decided to take a break and slumped onto my bed. It was getting kind of late, so I knew I should go ahead and get to bed anyway. A knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts.
"Come in!" I smiled as my dad poked his head in my door. "Hey, Dad. What's up?" He was carrying two cups of something steamy and trying very hard not to spill it. I swiped one of the mugs out of his hands and sniffed. "Warm milk?" He smiled as he eased himself onto my bed with a grunt.
"Yeah, I remember you used to like it before bed when you were a kid and we would talk..." he trailed off with a shrug and sipped the frothy drink carefully. I laughed at the milk mustache covering his upper lip.
"I still do. The milk and the talking." I bumped his shoulder with mine, ignoring his squawk of, Careful, Kurt! We drank our beverages in silence for a moment before I decided to start the conversation. I wasn't sure if he had something specific he wanted to ask me about, but I really hoped it wasn't about having sex with Blaine in the living room while everyone was at work the other day. We had been careful, but I swear dad has a sixth sense about that sort of thing. I sipped my milk as he sighed.
"So, have you heard anything?"
I stared at him blankly. Either I had missed what he said completely or he was trying to trick me into admitting something. "About what?"
"School," he stated, scrunching his nose up as if it was obvious. "You know, that NYADA place you're always yammering about?" He waved his hands around in a nonsensical motion.
"Oh, yeah! Not yet. I probably won't know if I even will get in until next year. Plus, I have to do my audition first, and that's assuming I even get that-" Dad interrupted me with a slightly-too-hard pat on my back and grunted. I knew he was trying not to cry, so I just looked down into my half empty cup. If he started crying, I would. It had been just me and him together against the world for so long that I couldn't even imagine actually leaving for school one day. Of course I adored Carole and Finn was a great brother, but what Dad and I had could never be duplicated or replaced.
"You'll get in, kiddo. If anybody can, it's you." He grunted again and took a long drink. I decided to change the subject before we both became blubbering messes.
"Thanks, Dad. I'll let you know when I get some news. In the meantime, I could use some advice on how to ask Blaine to prom." Dad rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
"That boy is obsessed with you. I could tell from that first time he came with you to work at the shop. Of course he's going to prom with you." I smirked. Dad liked to make out like Blaine was a thorn in his side, but I could tell he had a soft spot for him.
"Of course I have to ask him, Dad! It's the gentlemanly thing to do and it's romantic." He snorted into his mug. "I was going to sing him a song in glee club, but someone else beat me to it. So now I have to come up with something else. I thought about a singing telegram, but I think it's too much."
"You don't need all that. I know you like all the bells and whistles, but Blaine's a simple guy. Just get him some flowers and ask him." I scoffed at that and set my empty mug down on my nightstand a little harder than necessary.
"Well, excuse me for wanting to do something special." Dad laughed a little as he pulled off his cap and rubbed his head.
"I never said anything was wrong with that, Kurt. I am just saying that Blaine about wets his pants when you so much as smile at him." I blushed a little at that.
"For someone who you regularly call a 'nuisance' and 'the reason I never have food in the house,' you seem to know Blaine pretty well. I might even think you liked him." He tried to hide a smile behind his mug as he pretended to drink from the empty cup.
"You're right," he replied.
"Thank you."
"It's just as much Finn's fault there's never any food."
"Oh my god."
Dad laughed as he rubbed the edge of his ball cap, staring at it intently. His smile had turned more wistful. "You know, the first time I asked your mother out was to prom. I tried to ask her on several dates, but I always chickened out. Elizabeth was the sweetest person, but I was so intimidated by her. That's one way you're like your mother." My heart squeezed in my chest as I pictured my young dad stammering as he tried to ask my mom out on a date. I bet it was so cute.
"But you finally gathered your courage and asked her after homeroom class," I supplied. I had heard this story a thousand times, but I would listen to it over and over again. It was one of my favorites. Dad nodded.
"I just walked up to her and went for it, but it's like my voice just left me. We stood there awkwardly until she just asked me if I was okay and I blurted it out. Turned out, she had a crush on me too and was about to ask me out if I hadn't."
"And the rest is history," I finished. He nodded, rubbing at his face.
"Point is, Kurt, just walk up and ask him. He won't care if it's a big deal or not. Don't overthink things. That's one way you're like me." I hugged him and he gathered up the mugs. After telling him goodnight, I fell back onto my bed with a bounce. Maybe he was right. I should just go ask him. I looked down at my pajamas and smiled. It would be pretty cute if I drove up to his house and texted him to go outside and I was standing there waiting to ask him to prom. A sharp rap on my window made me jump before tiptoeing cautiously over. I twitched back the curtain expecting to see an angry mob or an evil clown, but instead a brown blur smacked into the glass causing me to shriek in terror. A familiar laugh from outside made my fear dry up quickly and annoyance take its place.
"Blaine! What the hell are you doing?" He stood in the golden rectangle of light cast by my window. He was in striped pajama pants and a soft gray t-shirt covered by a sweater. Wait, that was my sweater! He rubbed his arms to ward off the slight chill of the spring night.
"I wanted to ask you something!" He called up as quietly as he could. His teeth glinted in the yellow light as he smiled up at me with one eye squinted. I waved him in and my heart sped up with the look of sheer happiness radiating from his face. "Kurt Hummel, let down your extensive scarf collection!"
"Shhh! You're going to get us in trouble!" I hissed down at him as he scrambled for purchase against the gutter. I ducked back into my room and returned with my fire ladder. I eased it down so it wouldn't smack against the side of the house and Blaine shook his head up at me before mounting the ladder.
"Of course you have a fire ladder." I crossed my arms.
"Well, if you're too cool to use it, I'll just take it back." I tugged at it and he clutched the sides of the ladder tightly. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Not cool, Hummel." I stuck my tongue out at him as he finally got to the top. Then I stepped back so he could wiggle into my window. Standing up straight, he dusted off his pants and grinned widely. I put both hands on my hips, trying to look annoyed, but I couldn't keep the smile from my face.
"What are you doing, you crazy person?" He leaned into my space and smacked a loud kiss against my lips.
"I told you, I wanted to ask you something."
"Ever heard of a phone? They text now too." He fake laughed and rolled his eyes at me.
"What I wanted to ask had to be in person."
"We aren't having sex. My dad's not even asleep yet." He chuckled as he leaned back in my desk chair, arms crossed behind his head. "As much as my dad loves you, I think he would still be pissed if he found you here." He scoffed.
"Whatever. I didn't come for sex... unless..." He looked over at my bed, but then shook his head. "No, don't get distracted, Blaine. But, for future reference does the whole bad boy sneaking in your window do it for you? I could even dress up and we could role play." I swatted playfully at his arm before sitting at the foot of my bed.
"Yes, nearly falling off of my fire ladder is so damn sexy." The next thing I knew he was jumping on me and tickling me as I kicked at him. "Blaine! Shh! Stop! My dad's going to hear!" I squeaked out in between bouts of laughter. He finally stopped and flopped beside me on the bed. We were both breathing heavily and staring at each other. Our laughter died down and for a moment, Blaine seemed to be looking at me like he was trying to memorize everything about me. It made me feel a little self-conscious and a bit flattered.
"What are you looking at?" He shook his head with a smile and then looked up at my ceiling, one arm behind his head and one flat on his chest.
"I'm actually glad you came over." He looked back over at me. "I was wanting to ask you something too. And I was going to sneak out and go to your house." He turned slightly onto his side, his bicep flexing with the movement. I tried to focus on his face instead, but he caught the glance. He smirked and licked his lips.
"Feeling a little lonely tonight?" He wiggled his eyebrows ridiculously. I sat up and pulled him up with me so that we were both kneeling on my bed. I cleared my throat.
"So, I wanted to ask you this at school. I had a whole big thing planned... anyway, that's not important. Prom is next month-" I was abruptly stopped by Blaine clapping his hand over my mouth.
"You can't ask me to prom." My heart sunk a little. We had talked about prom a few times and I thought he had been on board with it, but maybe he had changed his mind. I guess there was always next year. As long as I was with Blaine I would be fine. He smiled brightly and moved his hand to trace the outline of my lips and jawline with his fingertip. "Because I was coming over here to ask you to prom." I grinned at him and he smiled down at his lap. His cheeks tinted pink and he rubbed the back of his neck. "It was going to be so damn romantic too. I was going to sing you this song in glee and I dressed up in that dorky outfit and then I was going to take you to lunch..." He trailed off, nervously kicking his converse-clad foot into my mattress. He ruffled his already messy hair and glanced at me, hazel eyes appraising my reaction. "I'm sorry. I know how you like the big romantic gestures, but Sebastard and Karofsky kind of stole my moment there and I had to regroup and figure out what to do and then I was laying in bed and then I just couldn't wait to ask you, so I drove here in my jammies and threw pine cones at your window and... wow this sounds really stupid now that I say it all out loud. Why are you laughing?" I bit my lip and scooted closer to him. Weaving my arms around his shoulders, I pulled him in for a firm kiss. When I pulled back, he had a dazed look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
"I am laughing because I was going to do the exact same thing. I had a song planned too- that's why I stood up in glee today- and then I've been here racking my brain trying to come up with a better idea. But then I talked to my dad and I realized that I shouldn't make such a big deal about it. So I was going to go to your house and ask you, although I would have just texted you and not thrown things at your window."
"I was trying to be cliche and romantic. Everyone knows you throw things at the window. It's in every movie, Kurt." I rolled my eyes and played with his soft curls that grew at the base of his neck. He always loved that if the little sighs he breathed out were any indication.
"Okay, you're romantic. So, we are going? To prom?" I felt I had to clarify for some reason. I hadn't looked forward to something so much in awhile. Blaine kissed my cheek softly and then took my hands in his calloused ones.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Would you please do me the honor of eating the obligatory before party dinner, wear the tasteful corsage I pick out, dance to cheesy love songs with me, and finally allow me to give you the cliched blow job at the end of the night?" I laughed so hard tears gathered in my eyes and soon Blaine was laughing too. I kissed his fingers and nodded.
"Yes, Blaine Devon Anderson. I would love to do all that with you." He hugged me tight to him and we just sat like that for a few moments, just breathing him in. I wondered if this would be a story I could tell my own kids one day, like my dad had with me.
"Hey, baby." Blaine hummed in response. He was definitely enjoying the cuddles. "When you said corsages, you meant a boutonniere right?" I felt the vibrations from his laugh.
"Sure."
"And," I continued as I smiled into his shoulder. "You also meant that I would be picking them out, right?" He sighed and let his head flop down onto my shoulder.
"Of course, dear." I laughed and kissed his hair. I couldn't wait!
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Songs used:
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz