I know I shouldn't be starting another fic, but I couldn't stay away from this one. It caught my attention and wouldn't let up. So, I wrote it.
This is a fill for GKM prompt:In an interview, famous!Blaine (aged at least 19, no older than 25? Idk) is asked how old he was when he lost his virginity. He shyly admits that he is still a virgin.
Afterwards he starts getting plenty of offers, some of them creepy, and also negative comments from some haters/maybe other actors?
He and Kurt have always been just friends, but when he tells Kurt that wants to 'get it over with' but that he's afraid of regretting sex that doesn't mean anything, Kurt offers to help him out. After all, they're best friends, and they love each other, so it's bound to mean something.
The one-time virginity loss sex eventually develops into more frequent sex and an eventual relationship when the boys admit what they've both been feeling for years.
I changed things around, but it will follow the prompt pretty close.
Title comes from the Neon Trees' song of the same name.
It's all anyone can talk about. One would think there were matters of greater importance to discuss other than the fact that he is a virgin. On every major entertainment news show, people keep talking about how he revealed his big secret.
A loud, audible groan passes Blaine's lips as he hides under his blankets in his hotel room. He wishes he could go back to two days ago before he said what he said. Just remembering the moment he let slip he's never had sex has an onslaught of embarrassment hit him.
After being in the business for twelve years, Blaine would have thought to keep his mouth shut on something like his sex life. But no. He had to go and admit with his big mouth that he's never had a lover.
"I'm such an idiot," Blaine groans to himself.
He's going to burrow under the piles of pillows on the bed and hideaway for the next five years. At least under the pillows there is no way for people to constantly throw in his face what he said. Under the pillows, he's safe from people's unneeded opinions.
At the sound of the bedroom door closing, Blaine burrows even further under the pillows and blankets. There's no one he cares to see. Nothing he can say to make any of this better. His assistant knows he wants to be alone. Alone where he can't open his big mouth and say something to embarrass himself.
A few seconds later, Blaine feels the bed dip; feels as someone crawls over and perfectly curls themselves into his side. He knows who it is without having to look. Knows there is only one person who his assistant would let in. It's the one person he makes the exception for. The one person he wants here even though he thought he wanted to be alone.
"Wake up you lazy bag of bones."
Blaine chuckles at Kurt's words. It's the first time he's laughed since he said what he said. Just knowing Kurt is here makes it a bit better.
"Blaine?" Blaine smiles when Kurt manages to worm his way under the pillow which his head is. "Hi." Kurt smiles as he leans in close and nudges his nose against Blaine's.
"Hi," Blaine mumbles.
"Can I talk about it?"
Blaine nods his head.
"What were you thinking, you big idiot?" It's said in a teasing tone.
"I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. Have you seen the interview?"
"Yeah." The word is filled with sympathy as Kurt pushes back the hair on Blaine's forehead.
"So, you can understand why I said what I said."
"I can understand," Kurt says. "I mean, anytime anybody asks me about my sex life I blurt out the answer."
"Don't be mean." Blaine grins as he playfully shoves Kurt.
Kurt laughs. But the laughter does on his lips a few seconds later; seriousness is replaced in his voice when he talks. "How long have you been hiding under your pillows?"
"Two days," Blaine guilty answers.
"I think that's long enough to mope in your embarrassment. It's time for you to get up and do something."
Blaine smiles when Kurt grabs his hand after sitting up and tugs.
"Come on. Up," Kurt playfully says as he pulls Blaine's arm.
"I'm not a dog," Blaine laughs. "I don't follow on command."
"No, you're not a dog. You're a person. A person who needs to get their self-loathing ass out of bed and show the world you're not ashamed of what you said."
Blaine stops resisting and lets Kurt pull him up. On his knees facing Kurt, he wraps his arms around him and brings him in for a loving embrace. "What would I do without you?" It's mumbled into the curve of Kurt's neck where Blaine buried his face.
"Probably have a two-faced best friend," Kurt jokes. "But in all seriousness, Blaine, you're my best friend. I just want you to be happy. I don't want to see you down because of this."
"I know." Blaine pulls back and stares into Kurt's eyes. Into his ever changing eyes. Blaine swears one day they are blue, and the next they can be green. It's fun to see what color they'll be from one day to the next. They're like Kurt's own mood ring. "I love you, Kurt."
"I know." Kurt gently cups Blaine's face. Blaine turns into the warm touch. "I love you, too."
Hearing those words aren't supposed to hurt. But for Blaine, they do. They hurt because he knows Kurt only means it in a friendly way. Although he desperately wishes Kurt meant those words in a different way, he accepts that Kurt doesn't feel that way for him. Just because he's Blaine Anderson and been in love with his best friend since he was sixteen doesn't mean his life is like those movies he makes. This isn't the movie where he tells his best friend how he feels and his friend reveals he's felt the same all along. He knows Kurt.
Sat back on the bed, Blaine watches as Kurt crawls off.
"What are you doing here, anyways?" Blaine holds the pillow to his body as he watches Kurt pick through his tray of food he didn't touch from this morning. "You're missing your graduation ceremony."
"Meh." Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "It's just a bunch of boring speeches and walking across a stage. Besides," Kurt bites into a strawberry, "my best friend is more important."
"Your best friend who made a huge fool of himself." Blaine groans as he falls back on the bed and covers his head with the pillow again.
"Hey. Come on." Blaine feels as Kurt tugs at the pillow to try and take it away. "We made progress. Don't go hiding, again."
"Okay." The pillow is taken away and thrown across the room. "You say I need to go out. What do you feel like doing?"
"You remember that great Chinese restaurant we found last time we were here together?" Blaine nods his head. "Let's go. I'm hungry, and you look like you haven't eaten in days."
"You know," Blaine says as he stands up off the bed. "You didn't have to miss your graduation for me."
"I know." Kurt drapes his arms over Blaine's shoulders. "But I wanted to be here with you. Not with those people I don't care about."
"But you don't graduate from college every day. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Kurt assures him. "I'm not mad about that. I will be mad, though, if you don't get cleaned up soon. Go. I'm hungry, and you're moving slow."
Blaine laughs when Kurt pushes him towards the bathroom. Playfully smacking his ass.
An hour later finds Blaine freshly showered as he sits across from Kurt. The restaurant is mostly empty. There's only six other patrons. Here, Blaine knows he doesn't have to worry about being recognized. There's no need for hats and sunglasses to disguise himself. He can sit back and enjoy a nice meal with Kurt.
Blaine nods his head in thanks as their waitress sets down their plates of food.
"How long do you plan to hide in that room under pillows?" Kurt pulls apart his wood chopsticks and starts to toss his noodle dish.
"Forever." Blaine reaches over and takes the green beans he knows Kurt doesn't like.
"You can't hide forever." Kurt grabs some noodles with his chopsticks and places them on Blaine's plate. "It was a stupid slip of the tongue. People will forget and move on to the next scandalous thing. It's Hollywood, after all."
"Yeah," Blaine sighs. "You're right." It's true. His big story will be old news soon enough. "But for the next month, you know it'll be a big story. I still have to promote this movie. And you know every journalist will ask about it. I already deal with same ten questions a hundred times a day. Now this gets thrown into the mix. I'm doomed."
"Cancel the rest of your press tour," Kurt suggests as he chews on his food.
"It's not that easy." Blaine dips one of his pot stickers in the small bowl of sauce.
"You've done it before."
"I know. But...I only have a week left." As he eats, an idea strikes Blaine. "Hey, you know what would make it bearable?"
"What?" Kurt asks as he grabs a spring roll.
"Come with me. Come with me to these interviews. I'll greatly appreciate it."
"Blaine," Kurt sighs. "You know I hate these things."
"I do. But do this for me. I'm begging." Blaine does his best puppy dog eyes he knows Kurt can't refuse.
"I hate when you use that look on me," Kurt grouches.
"You'll do it?" Blaine excitedly exclaims.
"Yes. But you will owe me big time," Kurt replies.
"I know. I'll pay you back." Blaine grins. Elated. That's all he feels. Kurt will be there for him. Having Kurt with him will make this next week so much easier to get through.
Hope ya'll enjoy it so far.