Fridays no longer consisted of Kurt working at CCAD and scrambling to get to Lima in time for dinners. They also no longer consisted of Blaine working on homework in the privacy of their apartment and leaving at the last minute to get to Lima. This is because, for the last several weeks, the boys had skipped dinners. Blaine refused to go to Lima and, honestly, Kurt didn't blame him. Kurt was angry enough at his father too and hadn't talked to him very much in the three weeks that had passed. Sure, Kurt might not have been angry to not go to dinners but he wasn't about to leave Blaine home alone while he went back to his family.
So instead, both boys spent their Fridays on the couch or in the bed working on homework. Which was a lot nicer than sketching in the CCAD studios, Kurt had to admit. It was nice to be able to look up and see Blaine's face instead of gray walls. Especially because everything was much easier lately. Schedules had been made and followed, which erased a great deal of the tension. They hadn't spent more time talking about the fight but Kurt could tell Blaine still felt guilty. As far as Kurt was concerned, he didn't want it brought up again. He was content leaving things where they were—mostly because he didn't want any more fights.
…
"I don't understand why you wouldn't let me get Taco Bell."
Kurt, who was sitting at the kitchen table and staring at a sketchbook, looked up when his boyfriend entered the room for the fifth time in ten minutes. Clearly he was bored. Blaine liked social interaction. "And I don't understand why you feel the need to go on long runs, come back sweaty and gross, try to hug me, and pout when I won't let you. Both you after running and Taco Bell are gross."
"Kurt, if you really loved me you would hug me whenever I wanted a hug." Blaine said, looking back at Kurt as he opened the refrigerator door.
Kurt smirked. "That's debatable."
Blaine rolled his eyes and poured himself a glass of lemonade. "Don't give me your spiel on how it's unnatural to drink lemonade during the winter. It's also unnatural to own so many hats that you hardly ever wear anymore. Unnatural and expensive. What are you working on?"
Kurt just snapped his sketchbook shut and pushed it away, rubbing his face. "I don't even know what I'm working on at this point. There are so many assignments and I'm getting really overwhelmed."
Blaine, who had leaned against the counter, made his way over to Kurt and rubbed his back. "Want me to take Kreacher for a walk so you can have some time alone?"
"There just isn't enough time." Kurt muttered. "That wouldn't make a difference."
"What if you dropped a f—."
"Don't say it." Kurt said shortly, interrupting him. It wasn't that he was angry at Blaine. He just didn't want to hear it—which probably meant it was exactly what he needed to hear. But Kurt was stubborn. Too stubborn for his own good most of the time. "No. I'm not dropping classes. I can handle it. I've been better."
"Just because you're home more and we're arguing less doesn't mean anything when it comes to you overworking yourself, Kurt. What if you just dropped one? You'll still be taking classes full time." Blaine said very calmly, squeezing his shoulder. "You're taking on too much."
"I have it all under control." Kurt said firmly. "I'm just a little stressed is all. I just need a break and I'll come back to it in an hour."
Blaine leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Alright, babe."
"How is your head feeling? Did it stop hurting overnight?"
Blaine shrugged and pulled up a seat next to Kurt at the table. "Yeah. Where was Kreacher when you left the house this morning?"
Kurt arched his eyebrow. "On the floor by the ?"
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Because he keeps pushing me off the bed after you leave."
"What?" Kurt laughed. "He can't do that. He's too small."
"No. He does! Somehow I woke up and was all the way at the edge of the bed and that damn dog is all spread out, with his paws on my side. Fast asleep." Blaine insisted, looking very serious. "This is the fifth time it's happened since the fight. I knew I shouldn't have let him sleep with me."
"Aww, you let Kreacher sleep with you?" Kurt asked, a smile spreading across his face. He knew they loved each other deep down. They just didn't know it yet—well, Kreacher probably knew it and Blaine would remain in denial for a few more years.
"Don't give me that look." Blaine covered his face. "It was a moment of weakness that I regret. It's made him smug. I hate that dog."
"No, you don't." Kurt shook his head. "You'll never admit it, though."
Blaine leaned over until his head was rested on Kurt's shoulder and sighed quietly.
"I love you." Kurt said, kissing his short curls.
"Love you too." Blaine looked up and smiled at him adorably. His smile widened when Kurt leaned over and kissed him. The kiss was short-lived, though, because of the doorbell ringing.
"Blaine…" Kurt said threateningly as he pulled away.
"I didn't order pizza or Chinese!" Blaine yelped, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "If that is food, the dog is to blame."
"Oh God, Blaine. You're going to get so fat one of these days." Kurt teased, standing up and grabbing his wallet.
"Are you surprising me with food? That would be an awesome surprise." Blaine said, hopping up and following him into the front room. "Because I really didn't order food."
"Mhmm. Just like I didn't order those shoes last night."
"Hey, we had a deal about that. You could order that when I could order—."
Kurt pulled the door open, rolling his eyes. His eyes widened and he grinned when he saw who was behind the door. "Melody!"
Melody, who was sitting on the ground at Carole's feet, clapped her hands excitedly and blew a loud raspberry.
"Say hi, Melody." Carole cooed, scooping her up off of the ground.
"IIIII!" she squealed and reached for Kurt, grinning.
"It almost sounds like she's saying hi!" Kurt said excitedly, taking Melody from Carole and hugging her close. He hadn't seen her since the big fight, which had probably been the hardest thing about not going to dinners. He missed seeing his little sister weekly. Something just didn't feel right when he was away from her for too long.
"Oh, she'll be saying it soon. She's been trying for a few weeks now." Carole laughed, hugging Kurt and then moving to hug Blaine. "I was hoping you'd both be home. Kurt, you haven't seen Melody in almost a month and it's been even longer for Blaine."
"So has she said any words yet?" Blaine asked, reaching over and tickling Melody's tummy. "Hello, pumpkin!"
"Not quite yet, but she's almost there. We've banned Finn from being alone with her because we caught him trying to teach her bad words. Both he and Puck. I don't know if those two will ever grow up."
"We can't have Melody saying naughty words." Kurt cooed to Melody as she touched his face and squirmed from Blaine's tickling fingers. "Isn't that right? We'll just have to beat Finn up, won't we?"
Melody blinked at him and then giggled, shoving her fingers into his mouth. She squealed in delight as Kurt pretended to eat her fingers, her other hand flailing and nearly smacking Blaine in the face.
"Have you boys eaten dinner yet? Is everything going okay?" Carole asked, laughing.
"Well Kurt wants to make Rigatoni but I'd rather have Taco Bell." Blaine said, watching Kurt go over to the corner and crawl around on the floor with Melody. He had a silly smile on his face as he watched them play. It always gave him silly butterflies in his stomach whenever he watched Kurt around babies. "And everything is good."
"We're getting along nicely." Kurt added from the corner as he pretended to tackle Melody to the floor. Once she was on her back he instantly began tickling her. "We've only resorted to physical assault twice. I call it a vast improvement."
"What he means is he's only staying after school past classes one night a week now." Blaine rolled his eyes. "So we're spending more time together."
"Especially on Fridays." Kurt chirped as Melody scooted away from him as quickly as possible. "C'mere, girly. I haven't seen you in three weeks. Kurt hasn't seen you in a very, very long time."
Melody let out a loud squeak and, after she was secure in Kurt's arms, hugged him.
"Oh, how sweet." Carole cooed. "She loves to give hugs."
Blaine made his way over. "Can I steal the baby?"
Melody immediately thrust her hands out in his direction, eyes lighting up.
"I think the baby has given permission." Kurt laughed, handing his sister over. He went and plopped on the couch next to Carole. Now that Blaine was preoccupied he felt he could bring his father up. He hadn't wanted to say anything before because he wasn't sure how Blaine would react and didn't want to cause any awkwardness. "How is Dad?"
"He's not very happy that you two haven't been to dinners." Carole admitted. "But it's his fault. He made his bed; he'll just have to lie in it."
"Does he know you're here?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, I told him I was going to come. I thought Melody would like to see you two. Apparently I was right." Carole said, smiling as Melody gave Blaine an absolutely adorable hug while squealing. "She really loves you boys."
"So this visit has nothing to do with you wanting to make sure we haven't murdered each other?" Kurt asked, laughing.
"I sure hope everything is better by now. I have a feeling you two wouldn't be so happy right now if things weren't okay." Carole waved her hand a bit. "It's more the fact that I worry about you two up here all alone. Your father worries too, you know?"
"We're not all alone, though. Finn goes to the Cincinnati campus most of the time. And I'm pretty sure he eats more here than we do." Kurt pointed out.
Carole laughed. "I'm not surprised. Soon he'll just come use your washer and dryer. I'll never see him again."
"Oh he's not going near our washer." Kurt said firmly. "I don't even like Blaine near the washer sometimes. He likes to throw everything in together and see what happens."
"That was only once and the only white thing was an old t-shirt I never wear. I just wanted to experiment." Blaine pouted, coming over and sitting on Kurt's other side. Melody grabbed his hair and tugged, shrieking happily. "Hey now, that's not nice. What if I tug yours, huh? ''
Melody stared at him, very confused, as he tugged her hair very gently. She blinked several times before letting go of his hair and crawling off of his lap and onto Kurt's, making herself comfortable and refusing to look in his direction.
"I don't think she liked that very much! It's not so fun when he does it to us, is it?" Kurt giggled, hugging her. Melody had made him completely forget about any homework he had to do. He just wanted to focus on his sister while he could.
Melody just let out a string of baby babble, moving on to her mother's lap in an attempt to get even farther away from Blaine. She stayed there, very content, until Kreacher pranced into the room. Her eyes widened and she watched him very carefully, now scooting until she was in-between Kurt and Carole.
"Doggy?" Kurt cooed, playing with her hair. "See the doggy?"
"Ahy!" she cooed back quietly, covering her face.
"You're right to not like him. He's evil." Blaine laughed.
"Blaine! Don't say that. She'll be scared of him." Kurt hissed.
"She can't understand."
"You'd be surprised, Blaine." Carole said. "She understands some of what we say, she just can't talk back."
Blaine reached over to tickle her but she gave him a very displeased look and scooted even closer to Kurt. Clearly she was not his biggest fan, at least at that moment.
"Oh no, she's mad at you!" Carole laughed.
"She's mad?" Blaine frowned. "I thought she was playing."
"Yes, I think she's a little mad. She's easily agitated sometimes, especially in the evening." Carole scooped her up. "Go see Blaine."
Melody's lip began to wobble up and down and her eyes filled with tears, causing Carole to laugh again.
"You are rotten, Melody. Absolutely rotten." Kurt cooed, attempting to hand her to Blaine since he was in the middle. She shrieked loudly and flailed her arms and legs angrily. "Okay, okay. Blaine, you've made her really mad."
"In retrospect, it probably wasn't smart to pull her hair." Blaine admitted. "But I was only joking."
"No, Kurt's right. She's just rotten." Carole said, standing. "Mellie, are you hungry?"
Melody immediately stopped her fit and stared at her mother with big eyes, grinning.
"She's in it all for the attention." Kurt snorted. "I did that all of the time apparently."
"You only get food if Blaine gets to feed you." Carole said in a sing-song voice.
Melody immediately crawled towards Blaine, seating herself in his lap and facing him eagerly.
"I see how it is." Blaine laughed. "You just like pulling my hair and getting food."
Carole pulled a jar of baby food out of Melody's diaper bag and handed it to Blaine. "The way to her heart is sweet potatoes."
"At least she's easier to make happy than her brother." Blaine teased, twisting the lid off of the jar. Melody began to bounce up and down excitedly, extending her fingers towards the spoon. "Hold on there, hold on!"
Melody gurgled and hit his arm repeatedly.
"She's worse than Kurt when it comes to getting me out of the bookstore!" Blaine exclaimed, beginning to feed her. She made a habit of sticking her fingers in her mouth and smearing the food all over Blaine's face and shirt as he fed her.
"Melody…" Carole scolded. "Don't get Blaine messy."
She just giggled and continued to messily eat, clearly having forgotten any anger she held towards Blaine. It was hard to be mad at someone making so many funny faces.
"How is school going for you boys? Grades good?" Carole asked, looking between Kurt and Blaine.
"Blaine's got straight A's again so far. Seven classes again, too." Kurt shook his head. "I don't know how he does it." angry with someone who was feeding you your favorite food, cooing at you, and making fun.
"Sold my soul to an old lady in Peru." Blaine joked, finally placing an empty jar of baby food on the coffee table and wiping himself and Melody clean. "All clean!"
She squealed and moved herself between Blaine and Kurt, staring around curiously.
"She missed us." Kurt cooed, bending down and kissing her cheek. "Do you miss us?"
"Finn's been annoying her." Carole told them. "When she sees him, she crawls off and tries to hide."
"We don't want Finn to teach us bad words." Kurt kissed the top of her head. "Do we, Mellie?" He looked up and sighed a bit, looking sad. "I miss her."
"You two can come down whenever you feel up to it." Carole said quietly. "And I'll bring her down to see you all as much as you'd like until then. But don't draw this out too much longer than necessary."
Blaine ruffled Melody's hair and sighed also, nodding. He definitely wasn't ready to see Kurt's father yet. He still got as angry as he had almost four weeks ago when he thought about Burt's confrontation. He was still just as hurt by the accusation, too. As if he would ever lay a hand on Kurt. He loved Kurt. Kurt was his everything, quite literally.
Carole stood. "I better get her home. It's a bit of a drive. We just wanted to see our boys, didn't we?"
Kurt frowned even more and pulled Melody onto his lap, hugging her close. It made Blaine feel more than a little guilty to see how sad Kurt was to say goodbye—but it wasn't his fault, he reminded himself firmly. He hadn't gone to someone's house and accused them of something. Kurt's father had. This wasn't his fault. And he wasn't ready to forgive and forget yet.
He only stopped thinking about it when Kurt passed over Melody, still looking just as sad. "Say goodbye to the baby?"
"Bye bye, pumpkin!" Blaine kissed her cheek and gave her a tight squeeze. He smiled widely when she gave him a slobbery kiss on the cheek and giggled.
"You boys be careful." Carole said, hugging each of them and then taking Melody. "And please call if you need anything. I'll try to bring her over soon."
"Tell Dad I said hi." Kurt said, leading her to the door and trying to look cheerful.
"I will, hon." She promised.
"Bye, Carole." Blaine waved and then made a funny face at Melody, who let out a high-pitched giggle.
"Bye, boys." Carole gave them a sad sort of smile before letting herself out.
Kurt made his way over and plopped next to Blaine, cuddling up to him. "I'm tired."
"Me too." Blaine said, arm going around Kurt. "And my head is hurting again. I could go to bed right now probably and it's only, like, seven."
"I wish you'd go to a doctor or something." Kurt mumbled into his shoulder, eyes closed.
"It's only been a few days and it's usually at night. I'm sure I'm just tired." Blaine shrugged a bit. "I'm fine."
Kurt nuzzled Blaine's arm. "Two more days and I want you to go to a doctor or something."
"I'm supposed to worry about you and not the other way around, Kurt." Blaine waited several seconds for an answer before looking down. Kurt was fast asleep, gripping Blaine's shirt tightly and his mouth slightly open. Blaine smiled a bit and moved so they were both in a more comfortable position. Now that he thought about it, a nap sounded excellent.
***WBUCT***
Kurt was trying to nap. Really, he was. He had been up the previous night working on a design until after two in the morning. As soon as he had made it into his house after a long day at school, he had curled up and fell asleep.
He would have liked to have slept in the middle of the night like normal people, but that wasn't working out too well for him. There just wasn't a whole lot of time to do things like sleep between trying to force Blaine to go to a doctor for his headaches, trying to re-potty train Kreacher, working to make sure no tension arose with Blaine and trying to keep up with school all while being home most of the time he wasn't in class.
There may have been no tension between Kurt and Blaine as a couple, but there was definitely tension in the house. Blaine was having trouble focusing on homework because of his headaches—not that that prevented him from receiving full grades, of course. Kurt was not having trouble focusing on work. Rather, he was having trouble focusing on anything but work. It was beginning to take its toll.
Sleep was hard to come by. Most of the sleep that he got during the school week was because of his naps. His naps that he never intended to take. It didn't matter that it was an accidental nap, though. He still was not overly thrilled with being awoken from his nap by hearing Blaine's best friend talking. He sat up quickly. He could hear Blaine in the kitchen doing something but the computer was nowhere in sight.
The noise was coming from the bedroom. Wes wasn't talking, he was shouting.
Kurt made his way down the hall, stopping in his doorway. He saw he back of Blaine's laptop was open and on the bed. He could not see Wes, Wes could not see him, but he could sure hear Wes. That was the entire problem. That he could hear Wes.
"Blaine… Blaine… Blaine… BLAINE!"
"He said he was going to get a drink, Wes. He'll be right back."
"BLAINE… BLAINE… BLAINE!"
"I don't think he'll appreciate you waking Kurt up. He told you he was napping."
Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and leaned in the doorway. Surely David would shut Wes up and he wouldn't have to stalk over angrily. Right?
"Hey, it's the dog. Hey, dog! Dog, yeah! Come here! See that shoe back there? Looks yummy doesn't it? Why isn't the dog going to get the shoe? Why is he getting on the bed? Hey, dog, that's where Blaine was supposed to sit."
Kurt's jaw dropped. Those were his shoes. His new shoes. The shoes Blaine was probably still slightly annoyed at him for buying—but Kurt had needs, okay? One of his needs was those new shoes. Those new, beautiful, and incredibly comfortable shoes that he hoped Kreacher would go no where near. Clearly Kurt was going to have to step in and end this, if only for the sake of his shoes.
"Wes, the dog can't understand you. And I don't think persuading the dog to eat anyone's shoes will get you on Blaine's good list." David maintained his usual calm voice.
"Blaaaaaine! Oh, no, it's Kurt. That's okay, too. Hi, Kurt!"
Kurt, who probably would have not allowed himself to be seen by Wes and David had he known what his bed hair looked like, just frowned before shutting the laptop. Unfortunately Blaine had it set up so that closing the laptop would not turn it off so Blaine's friends could still be heard.
"Blackness! Blackness!" Wesley shouted dramatically.
"Oh my God!" Kurt opened the laptop again. When the screen relit itself, he saw Wes flailing his arms and David staring blankly at the screen. As soon as he noticed Kurt he sat up a little straighter and smiled widely.
"Hello, Kurt." He said cheerfully, waving. "Did Wes wake you up?"
"Yes." Kurt sat down next to Kreacher before pulling Kreacher onto his lap. "Just in time for me to hear Wes trying to talk Kreacher into eating my shoes. Not Blaine's."
"Ah, that's why he didn't go for them. He only likes destroying Blaine's things, remember?" David said thoughtfully as Wes grinned sheepishly. "How's school going, Kurt?"
"Fine." Kurt yawned. "You guys?"
"School is going wonderfully." David said cheerfully. "How's Mercedes?"
"Like you don't know. I haven't talked to her in a few days. Well she texted me abou—why?" Kurt asked curiously.
"I might have made a trip to New York over the weekend to see her."
Kurt's jaw dropped open. "What? You flew to New York to see Mercedes? Why? Or you just were in New York and saw her?"
"To see her." Wes repeated. "They're in love."
"We're not in love. I've only seen her in person two times now, Wes. Love doesn't happen the first moment you see someone." David said very calmly. "But I do have feelings for her and she has feelings for me. We'd like to possibly pursue those feelings."
Kurt stared at the screen, a mixture of shock, confused, and excitement on his face. "Really? Really and truly? You two are going to date?"
"Probably, yes. Is that okay with you?"
"I told her she'd love you!" Kurt exclaimed, looking much more awake. "Oh my God. Oh my God. I am so excited! This is absolutely amazing! I've got to call her tonight! How was the trip? What did you do? Did you kiss?"
"We walked around Times Square and had dinner. And yes, we did kiss."
"See? Sounds like love to me." Wes shrugged in a nonchalant way, looking bored. "It sure is taking Blaine a long time to get a drink."
"Maybe he forgot about us."
"Doubtful considering I could hear you all the way in the kitchen." Blaine said loudly coming into the room. His face lit up when he saw Kurt, wide awake and sitting on the bed. "Kurt!"
"Gaw, now kiss." Wes cooed. "We need a kiss as sickingly cute as that dopey grin on your face."
"He was asleep when I got home. Leave me alone." Blaine made a half hearted glare at the laptop screen and then sat next to Kurt, kissing his cheek. "I brought you some lasagna. I put it in the fridge, so all you need to do is heat it up."
"Thanks, I'm starving." Kurt kissed his cheek back and stood. "Don't keep my boyfriend too long, Wes and David. And David, this Mercedes discussion isn't over. I'll be calling or texting you."
"Mercedes discussion?" Blaine asked, moving into Kurt's spot and absent mindedly patting Kreacher's head. He looked down at the dog as soon as he realized what he was doing, frowned, shrugged, and then resumed his petting. "What about Mercedes?"
"They're in love." Wes said, much less dramatically the second time around. "David here is playing Romeo hard core. And he went to see her in New York. And then they kissed."
"Really?" Blaine asked, arching his eyebrow. "You've only actually met her once or twice."
"Says the man who serenaded an older man in a Gap store." David rolled his eyes. "We happen to have talked a lot over text, phone, and Skype since New Years. We have a lot in common. I really like her. And she really likes me."
"Are you dating a girl you've only met once or twice?" Blaine asked slowly. "Long distance is hard enough when the relationship doesn't start out as long distance. You don't understand how hard it was for Kurt and me before his attack. And he was only four hours away."
"We're not dating yet." David shrugged. "But we will be soon. We've discussed it and we think that we feel strongly enough about each other to make it work."
Blaine blinked at the screen, looking doubtful.
"It might seem a little crazy," David continued. "But maybe that makes it better. It feels right, you know? We've only met a few times, but we just clicked."
"Literally. Over a phone connection." Wes snorted loudly, causing Blaine to almost spit out some of the Coke he had been sipping. "Get it, Blaine? Clicked?"
"Yes, I got it." Blaine laughed. "Very clever. What's your major again? Lessons on being punny?"
"I see what you did there. I'm majoring in something like that." Wes shrugged.
"In all seriousness, David, you and Mercedes barely know each other. You don't know each other. It's going to be really hard for you two to have a real relationship. I mean, it's going to be virtually impossible. Then you two will break up and it's going to cause problems for everyone. You and her will be upset. Kurt will side with her and I'll side with you, of course. So then Kurt and I will start fighting. No one likes when Kurt and I argue. Especially Kurt and I. All of that grief over someone you barely even know."
"Then stay out of it." David said very calmly. "It's a good possibility we're going to date. I don't see any reason why it should affect you and Kurt in the slightest. Besides, Kurt approves."
"Kurt approves because he thinks matchmaking is his second calling." Blaine rolled his eyes. It's going to happen like this. First, Kurt will go around declaring that his second calling is a matchmaker for weeks. Second, I will have to listen to Kurt recount every single interaction between you and Mercedes—because Mercedes will tell him everything, David. Third, Kurt will want to have double dates anytime Mercedes is in Ohio. I see you enough—no offense, but you eat me out of house and home. Fourth, any time you two have an argument, as I said, we will be forced to pick sides. There will be no 'not talking about it.'"
"But they're in love." Wes repeated. "Love, love, love, love. Everyone is in love but me."
"They're not in love." Blaine said, sounding (and feeling) annoyed. "They've only met each other once or twice."
"And you were in love with Jeremiah after three coffee dates." David rolled his eyes.
"My point exactly. Where am I now?" Blaine asked. "It's just… not a good idea. You two barely know each other and live several hours apart. There may be some attraction there but, realistically… it won't last."
"I appreciate your concern, Blaine, but I'm a big boy. I didn't tell you to break up with Kurt when he transferred back to McKinley during our senior year."
"It was two hours away." Blaine scoffed. "Mercedes is a flight away. How can you expect to have a real relationship with someone who you can never see?"
"Right. Because you see Kurt so much."
Wes, who had previously appeared uninterested, suddenly sat up straight. "Gentlemen, let's not start taking jabs like that. Blaine, you've got a headache. David, you're tired. Taking our frustrations out on each other is bad."
"I'm just saying that it's not a very good idea." Blaine mumbled.
"You're saying it's a bad deal because of how it will affect you when it shouldn't." David responded. "It doesn't need to affect anyone else."
"That's not the only reason. You barely know her. Long distance relationships are hard when you're already madly in love with the person. How hard do you think it will be considering you two barely know each other?" Blaine asked, well aware this discussion was just going around in circles.
"Uh… guys… Remember me?" Wes waved. "I am calling for the discussion to be dropped. Clearly the shortest member is in a bad moooood. Is there trouble in paradise, Blainers?"
"Look, it's no big deal. It's between Mercedes and I. If we happen to break up or argue, you and Kurt just stay out of it and no one will have an issue." David said coolly, ignoring Wes.
"Am I invisible? Did you two mute my audio? Come on, guys. This isn't cool!" Wes whined, shaking his computer screen.
"No, Wes, we can hear you. Sorry." Blaine said, feeling a bit guilty. He knew he was being grumpier than necessary and that was because of his headaches. Clearly he needed some more Advil. He didn't know why they wouldn't just go away. He didn't even feel sick. It didn't make sense. "I'm not in a bad mood, per se. I've just got another headache."
"Wisdom teeth." David coughed loudly.
"It's not my wisdom teeth! I don't have wisdom teeth!" Blaine snapped. No, no, no. Wisdom teeth meant pain and surgery. Besides, he didn't see any teeth coming up. So it wasn't wisdom teeth. Most definitely not something as serious as wisdom teeth.
"Does your jaw hurt?" David asked.
"Yeah, but I think I've just got a cavity." Blaine sighed, not putting two and two together. That or just not wanting to admit what he really knew.
"Go to a dentist before it gets worse." David said. "My sister waited until hers came up more. She could barely open her mouth, Blaine. It's not that big of a deal to get them out."
"It's not my wisdom teeth." Blaine frowned. David had been saying his headaches were because of his wisdom teeth for a week and a half now but Blaine still refused to believe it. He was only twenty! Weren't people older when they had them out? Plus, why had no dentist mentioned it before if they were about to pop up? It just had to be something else. Mainly because Blaine hated doctors of any sort. It probably had to do with his hatred for his dad, but he had always been afraid of doctors. Whatever the reason, he hated them and he sure didn't want them cutting things out of his jaw.
"Getting them out is awesome." Wes said, relieved that the conversation had moved on. "I'd get them out once a year if I could. You get to be on drugs legally and watch TV and eat ice cream for days. What could possibly suck about that?"
"I don't want to get them taken out. Can't they just come up?"
"And ruin that multi-thousand dollar smile?" David asked. "Besides, it hurts. Call Megan if you don't believe me, Blaine. She was miserable. And she's not even a baby about pain like you are."
Blaine just groaned and rubbed his face. "I don't want to get them taken out."
"You loved when you had Strep and Kurt cooed over you for days. Just think. All that cooing and not even a sore throat!" Wes said cheerfully, clearly trying to make Blaine feel better. "And you can watch Disney movies and read books. Get out of school. I bet Kurt's step mom will come and love on you too. You know that you're like her baby."
"I'm regretting getting on this Skype call." Blaine muttered, feeling anxious.
"We'll take that in stride knowing you're only in a bad mood because of your wisdom teeth." David flashed Blaine a wide smile, clearly showing that he wasn't annoyed with Blaine after their slight disagreement. Which was good because an argument with one of his friend's was the last thing Blaine needed right now.
"On to more important things." Wes cleared his throat loudly. "All in favor of Wes transferring to Ohio, please raise your hand."
Blaine, who had taken that precise moment to take another drink of his soda, choked and coughed loudly.
"Don't joke with us, Wes. That isn't funny." David said very seriously. "Are you really thinking about moving back?"
"Thinking about it. It's great here and all but I don't really like it. I haven't talked to my parents about it yet, though. I wanted to see what you all thought. The Columbus campus offers Biochem… which means Blaine and I can party hard!"
David just rolled his eyes. This statement was very true, because Blaine and Wes were the only ones to "party hard." David was the one who took care of their plastered asses. "I'm sure this will lead to a lot of partying. But I don't think Kurt will appreciate Blaine getting arrested again, so we might want to keep the hard partying to a minimum."
"We're not fifteen, David. And besides, there probably aren't any Super Troopers in Cincinnati. It's too big." Wes pointed out. "Thoughts, Blaine?"
"Move back, move back, move back, move back, move back!" Blaine chanted, sounding eerily like Melody. "Please. We miss you. It'll be so much fun, Wes! The three of us can hang out on the weekends."
"And Kurt!" Wes chirped.
"I don't know how much Kurt will want to hang out with all three of us. We can be a little hard to handle." David said. "But, yes. We are all in favor of you moving back to Ohio. Assuming it is what you want to do."
"And assuming we can visit you in California at least once just to say we did it. Summer road trip, anyone?" Blaine added. "I've never been to California."
"It's not that great." Wes shrugged. "But sure. As long as it's before my lease is up, which is two weeks after finals."
"KURT, WE'RE GOING TO CALIFORNIA!" Blaine yelled. Kreacher, who had fallen asleep as a result of Blaine's petting, growled and stalked off.
Kurt poked his head in. "California?"
"LA! Wes is going to transfer to OSU so we're going to stay in Cali before he does."
"Oh God. Are you really?" Kurt questioned, sitting next to Blaine on the bed.
"I'm thinking about it." Wes nodded. "Are you in favor?"
"Why not? May as well add Wes to the list of Boys Who Never Leave."
"Who else is on that list?" Wes asked.
"David and Finn." Kurt laughed.
"See? Even Kurt supports it." Blaine said, obviously much happier. "Come on, Wes. Do it. Don't leave us hanging."
"You can't just ask questions like that and not follow through." David added, nodding eagerly.
"Just think of all the partying." Blaine grinned. "And drinking."
"I'm liking this idea less." Kurt said, eyes widening. "You drunk once was more than enough for me, Blaine Anderson. I don't want to ever have to do that again."
"That's David's job anyway." Blaine waved his hand in the air as Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"Alright, well, I've got to go." David said, putting an end to the fun. "I've got a research paper to work on."
"I should go too." Blaine nodded. "So I can make sure the youngest one gets some sleep. He likes to stay up until three in the morning and wake up at 6:30."
"Fine, leave me." Wes exclaimed dramatically.
Blaine waved and, after everyone said their goodbyes (five or six times, from Wes), turned his laptop off. He moved it onto the nightstand and then made himself comfortable on the bed, pulling Kurt close. "Sleepy?"
"Mhmm." Kurt nodded, draping an arm around Blaine. "I got my homework done. Sorry we have to put a hold on hashing out the Michigan trip plans."
"Hey, it's okay. Spring break isn't until April. It's only the beginning of March. Don't worry." Blaine gave him a squeeze and kissed the side of his head.
"We can do it tomorrow after I get home. I promise." Kurt said, smiling a bit and curling up closer.
They laid in silence for several minutes, Blaine anxiously biting his lip. He should have thought about the headaches being because of his wisdom teeth. It really did make sense, but he absolutely hated doctors. It was irrational maybe, but they made him nervous. They always had and probably always would.
"Kurt?"
"Hmm?" Kurt asked in a groggy voice.
"Do you think it's my wisdom teeth?" Blaine asked softly. "The headaches?"
Kurt sat himself up a bit and blinked at Blaine sleepily. "Haven't you had them out?"
"No." Blaine frowned. "Have you?"
"When I was thirteen." Kurt nodded and reached over to play with Blaine's short hair. "It might be, babe."
"I don't want to get them out." Blaine sat up as well and looked at Kurt.
"It's not that bad." Kurt reassured him, scooting closer. "They put you to sleep and thirty minutes later they wake you up and it's all done. I think I was even up and around that night. As much as dad would let me. I just ate a lot of ice cream and pudding for a few days."
"Did it hurt?" Blaine bit his lip.
"You can't feel it when they're doing it, no. But you're a little sore afterwards. They give you medicine that helps a lot. I didn't even take a lot of the medicine, though. I just slept."
Blaine let out a shaky sigh.
"That's loads better than you being sick, Blaine. You should be glad. It's so easy to get your wisdom teeth out."
"That's easy for you to say."
"Yes, because I've already done it." Kurt said very calmly. "Tomorrow you should call and make an appointment to go to the dentist. They'll be able to tell you if that's what you even need to worry about."
"Do I have to?" Blaine whined.
"You're almost twenty. I can't tell you to do anything. But I think you should go… Here, let's get some sleep."
"I don't think I can sleep just yet. I made myself anxious." Blaine admitted, but he moved back into a laying position anyway.
"Hmm." Kurt lay back down and opened his arms for Blaine to crawl into, pulling the boy into a tight hug as soon as he was in them. "Michigan then. What's the plan?"
"Well, it's open to discussion… but the way I figure it is this. I only have Tuesday and Thursday classes anyway. Your spring break is the week before mine. On the Tuesday of your spring break, we can leave. I'll go to class that Tuesday and we'll drive through the night." Blaine said, trying to not think about his headache. "I can afford to miss that Thursday. We'll get there early Wednesday morning and we'll come back the following Monday, meaning you can miss your Monday class and make it back for your Tuesday classes. That way we get a full vacation but both of us only miss one day of classes. Is that okay with you?"
Kurt yawned and nodded, pulling his boyfriend even closer. "That sounds fine to me. There is nothing due on the Monday or Tuesday because it'll be the first day back. Even CCAD isn't that cruel."
The bedroom door, which had not been completely shut, crept open and they heard little paws padding on the floor. Several seconds later Kreacher pranced up to them and wedged himself between the two boys.
"Mhhh Kreacher, we were snuggling." Kurt whined, sounding half asleep. In truth, he was half asleep. Despite the fact that it was only eleven, he was absolutely exhausted. He may had been home more, but he had been working just as late still—sometimes later now because it was easy to get lost in work when you didn't have a two hour drive to get home. It was March, midterms were near, and he just couldn't help it. He spent the majority of his days exhausted.
Blaine attempted to move Kreacher several times to no avail. Eventually he simply resigned, stretching his arm out to run his fingers through Kurt's messy hair. Thinking about Michigan was lightening his mood considerably. He didn't feel anxious and sick to his stomach. Instead he began to feel excited. In a few short weeks they would be in Michigan. Michigan. He hadn't been there in years and he honestly couldn't wait to go back. "I'm so excited, Kurt!"
"For what?" Kurt, who had began to doze off, opened his eyes.
"Michigan! You're going to love it. Well, I hope you love it because I fully intend to spend summers there when we're both awesome enough to not have to work year 'round. I'm holding onto hope that my grandmother will die before she remembers to cut me out of her will. I'm set up to get the house."
Kurt's jaw dropped. "Blaine! That's awful!"
"You'll understand when you see the house." Blaine protested.
"It must be really nice to make you say something like that." Kurt laughed a bit. "Where are we going to stay?"
"I really want to stay at our house." Blaine said, almost desperately. "I just want to see it again. I'm afraid this might be the last chance I ever get to."
"But what if your parents decide to pop up there?" Kurt asked reasonably. "If they showed up and we were there, all hell would break loose."
"I already got that base covered. First, my parents never go up during the spring. They only go up during the summer and sometimes the winter. Alex did do some digging just in case, though. Dad will be in Tampa four of the days we're going up there. Mom would never go up alone. And Grandma is so caught up in her pre-campaigning stuff. She's the only other one who would ever go to the house. Going during spring break is genius. The place our house is will practically be dead because almost no one lives there all year."
"Are you sure? We've got enough money for a hotel if you want to, Blaine." Kurt said.
"No. I'm very sure. I really want to stay at the house again. I just… I'd be really sad if I didn't do it at least one more time… Because I have a feeling they'll change her will. If we're going up there, I want to make the best of it." Blaine looked down.
"Okay. We'll do that then." Kurt leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It just means we'll have more money to shop."
"Oh, you won't be able to shop there. The shops are nothing like what you're thinking. There is a book store, there's a store for gifts and knick knacks and stuff, but they don't any clothing stores in Harbor Springs. You have to actually leave Harbor Springs to get to most things."
"Oh." Kurt blinked. "Well, what do you do up there?"
"It's just nice and pretty. There is the beach. People sail a lot. We have a sail boat but we won't do that. Sailing is alright but I wouldn't want to waste time that way. It's neat to sit on the pier and watch the huge boats come in, but I don't know how many there will be in the spring time. Usually I just walk around a lot. People are friendly. All of the kids make friends with each other. I guess I'm not a kid anymore, though. It's just…" Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. It's nice. And Tom's Mom's cookies are the best. And you can get all kinds of amazing fudge at the fudge shop. And you can get birthday batter ice cream."
"You're in it for the junk food!" Kurt accused.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "No. But I'll probably bring a lot of cookies home… I hope you like it."
"If you like it, I'm sure I will." Kurt pulled him close. "Now that you're not so anxious I think we should try to get some sleep. We've both got classes in the morning. We can work out more plans tomorrow, okay?"
"Mmkay." Blaine yawned and laid his head on Kurt's chest. "Thanks for sitting up with me."
"Thanks for not yelling at me for buying those shoes." Kurt chirped.
"You weren't joking about that?" Blaine's head shot up.
Kurt just gently nudged his head back down. "Now is time for sleep."
"Kurt…"
"Sleep…" Kurt said, curling into him and closing his eyes.
***WBUCT***
Kurt was sitting in the living room and working on a sketch a few days later when Blaine came into the house, looking pale and absolutely pitiful. He immediately tossed his sketchbook aside and went over to his boyfriend. "What's wrong?"
"I have to have my wisdom teeth out!" Blaine exclaimed, hazel eyes wide. "I don't want to—to go under the knife!"
"It's not that bad. We've discussed this several times since last week."
"He took an X-ray because it was hurting and apparently I'm a freak of nature."
"You're what?" Kurt questioned, putting his hands on Blaine's arms in an attempt to stop his wild gesturing.
"Because my wisdom teeth are coming in!"
"Blaine, everybody has wisdom teeth. It doesn't make you a freak of nature. I got mine taken out when I was thirteen." Kurt said very calmly. "Remember?"
"You didn't have teeth under your wisdom teeth!"
"Teeth… under…?" Kurt asked slowly, having a hard time following him.
"My wisdom teeth are coming in but there are extra ones underneath them on the bottom! And my mouth really hurts. It hurt before I went, but now that I know that it really hurts!"
"That is because now you're thinking about it more." Kurt put his hand on Blaine's back, trying very hard not to smile at Blaine's dramatics. He rubbed his hand up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him. It wasn't often that Blaine worked himself up like this, but it never failed at being cute. Blaine was just adorable no matter what the circumstances. "After you have them out your mouth will feel much better. And I'll get to take care of you. I like doing that."
"No. You can't. You'll be in school." Blaine sighed miserably. "I'll be all alone."
Kurt rolled his eyes and moved his hand up to stroke Blaine's short curls. "You won't be all alone. I'll drive you there myself, and I'll bring you home. We can watch The Little Mermaid and Clean House. I'll let you watch as much of that godforsaken show as you want." He said gently. "Okay?"
"But you've got school. You can't miss school because I have six teeth removed. Six!"
Kurt bit his lip. While he could have swung missing one or two days of school, there was no way he could miss more than that. He remembered very well how pitiful Blaine had been with Strep throat. He could only imagine how pitiful the boy would be after having six teeth surgically removed. Having four pulled out at thirteen had been bad enough and Kurt wasn't even afraid of doctors.
"Can't I just let them grow in?"
"You have extra teeth in your jaw, Blaine. It's not like normal people who can let them grow in and mess up their teeth. I can't imagine it'd be very comfortable to have teeth growing under teeth... "
"It's the middle of school. I don't have time for this."
"Well maybe you should make it for—."
"No." Blaine said instantly, eyes widening. "No."
"Blaine, you've got to get them out and I don't want you here alone. What if something happens?" Kurt sighed.
"No." Blaine repeated stubbornly. "Please, no. I need this trip, Kurt. I want this trip. You promised me this trip."
"Don't be unfair like that, Blaine." Kurt said very quietly, putting his hands on either side of Blaine's face. "That trip can happen after finals. As long as I've got at least two or three days with you, you'll be fine. You could get it done the Thursday before my vacation and by time your vacation starts and mine ends, you'll be more than capable of taking care of yourself."
"Kurt…" Blaine frowned, looking more pitiful than he had upon entering the apartment. "I need a break. I want—I need to get away and have nothing to worry about. I am really stressed out and it was going to be ten days of me and you doing nothing in Michigan. I don't want to cancel the trip."
"Blaine, I know you. You hate doctors. You hate pain more. When you had Strep, you were pretty much immobile for days. You're just one of those people who needs to be taken care of when you're sick or hurt. We need to do it over spring break; otherwise you're going to keep having these headaches until God knows when you get them out." Kurt said calmly. "We'll postpone the trip. We'll go right after finals. This is something you need to get taken care of or you'll be miserable."
"Kurt…"
"Blaine…"
Blaine moved away and sighed. "Fine. I'll sacrifice my trip to have six teeth cut out of my jaw bone. But I'm not happy about it."
"You aren't sacrificing it. You're postponing it. The trip will still happen. I promised you a trip and you're going to get one. I promise… Hey, where are you going?"
"To google getting your wisdom teeth out." Blaine, who had started to walk away, responded.
"Oh no, no, no! You are not going near the internet if you're doing that!" Kurt said very quickly, grabbing his arm. "You're going to find every horror story you can find and freak out. No, sir."
"Of course I'm going to." Blaine said stubbornly. "I want to be prepared."
"Blaine," Kurt sighed . "Please. Trust me. Everything will be fine. You don't need to look up anything on the internet and get yourself freaked out. You're freaked out enough on your own, okay?"
"I don't like doctors. They give me anxiety."
"I see that." Kurt leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Here is what happens. You go in and they put an IV in your arm. Then you go to sleep. They take out your teeth in about fifteen minutes. Then they wake you up, you act hilarious because you're high, I bring you home, and you fall asleep. You get to eat mashed potatoes and ice cream ere's Here
Your mouth will hurt for a few but it really isn't that bad. Meanwhile, I'll be bringing you books and movies and magazines in bed to keep you occupied. Does that really sound that bad?"
Blaine looked thoughtful and then shrugged. "I guess not when you put it that way… I get to pick the movies, right?"
"Of course." Kurt said, ruffling his hair. "And it's better for you. You do it on my spring break. You'll only be bedridden for a few days. You'll still have your entire spring break to do whatever you want."
"I can get ahead on my reading." Blaine said eagerly.
"Do you feel a little better?" Kurt asked, fingers now running through Blaine's dark hair.
"A little bit." Blaine admitted, chewing on his lip. "I'm still anxious about it, though."
"That's understandable. I was scared to get mine out too. Dad had to bribe me with new clothes to get me out of the house that morning." Kurt laughed a bit. "I was bribed with clothes a lot."
"I'll have to keep in mind that you're easily bribed with clothes then." Blaine teased.
"Would you like Taco Bell for dinner tonight?" Kurt asked after rolling his eyes. "Only because you 'had a rough day.'"
"If it ends in you telling me that I can have Taco Bell willingly, I think I'd enjoy having rough days more often."