"Alright, so… AAA booklet and maps, cash, cards, keys, more cash, directions in case we can't take the bypass…" Blaine mumbled to himself, staring at their kitchen table which was holding everything but the clothes that the boys would be taking with them to Michigan the next morning. "Where's my wallet?"
"Pocket." Kurt said from the counter where he was making sandwiches for the ride. He yawned a bit, cutting a sandwich into two triangles and then putting it into a sandwich bag.
"Duh." Blaine said, eying the table again. "Book, maps, cash, keys… Michigan keys."
"Nightstand." Kurt didn't even look up from the carrots he was now chopping.
"Right. If we leave those, we're fucked beyond fucked." Blaine said, rushing off to the bedroom. He grabbed the desired keys off of the nightstand, let a whining Kreacher out of the room (which he was sure he'd regret within five minutes), and then made his way back into the kitchen.
By the time Blaine made it back, Kurt had neatly piled food and drinks into a mini cooler that they would be taking with them and he had moved onto bagging other snacks that didn't require cooling.
"How much food do you think we'll need? I've never done this before." Kurt asked, looking up. "How long is the drive?"
"About seven hours." Blaine set the Michigan keys onto the table by his car keys and went up behind Kurt, resting his hand on the small of his boyfriend's back. "That's definitely enough food. If we run out, we can stop and get something on the drive."
"Is it too much?" Kurt asked worriedly.
Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "With how much I eat? There can never be too much food."
"That is a valid point." Kurt turned to face Blaine, smiling. "Are you excited for tomorrow?"
"Very excited." Blaine flashed him a huge smile. "Thank you so much for doing this for me."
"You're very welcome." Kurt ruffled Blaine's curly and slightly wet hair. "I know you'd like to sit here and count through everything on the table twenty more times, but we've got a long drive ahead of us tomorrow afternoon. Don't you think we should get into bed?"
"I guess we should." Blaine nodded, kissing Kurt gently.
Kurt grabbed his hand after putting the mini cooler into the refrigerator and then led Blaine into the bedroom. Kreacher followed moments later, crawling under the sheets and scooting his way to the end of the bed.
"We have the weirdest dog ever." Blaine mumbled, tugging off his pajama pants and crawling into bed.
"The best thing is that by time we get back, the air will be fixed." Kurt said, laying over the covers and tugging his own pants off.
"T-shirts and boxers aren't that bad. We've got the fan." Blaine said, scooting close to Kurt. No air or not, he couldn't sleep without being snuggled up with Kurt. They'd tried it the first few nights, but eventually had resigned to the fact that they were just going to have to snuggle and be sticky together. Otherwise they — most especially Blaine — would not get any sleep.
"Wes has no idea what he got himself into saying that he would apartment and dog sit for us, did he?" Kurt asked sleepily, fingers running through Blaine's hair.
"No. I figured it'd be best to beg for forgiveness as opposed to clue him in and ask permission." Blaine responded, yawning and stroking Kurt's side. "He'll survive, as long as he remembers to feed the fishes too. Otherwise I'll kill him."
"Will he get mad?" Kurt yawned also.
"Mmmnah. Wes doesn't get mad. David does." Blaine closed his eyes, by now half asleep. That is, until Kreacher wriggled his way between them and began wagging his tail in Blaine's face as he licked Kurt's. "Kreacher, go."
Kreacher yipped loudly, turning so that his tail was wagging in Kurt's face and he was licking Blaine's.
"Kreacher…" Kurt said slowly.
Kreacher immediately stopped, sitting.
"Foot of the bed now."
Kreacher pranced to the foot of the bed, turned over three times, and laid himself over both Kurt and Blaine's entangled feet.
"You're such a beautiful human being." Blaine mumbled sleepily.
"So you say every time I get Kreacher to leave you alone when you're trying to sleep." Kurt pressed close to him, and was asleep within moments.
***WBUCT***
"Kurt, we're here." Blaine said after shutting his car off the next evening. He leaned over, gently shaking his sleeping boyfriend. There wasn't a second to spare. He was finally in Harbor Springs. He wanted to show Kurt his house, find food, and begin — really begin — their vacation. That couldn't happen as long as Kurt was sleeping in the passenger seat. "Wake up, sweetie."
"Mmh?" Kurt asked, shifting slightly.
"Wake up, my love. We're here." Blaine bent down and kissed him softly.
Kurt kissed back and, after Blaine pulled away, opened his eyes and blinked sleepily. "I don't remember falling asleep. How long have—."
"Three hours." Blaine laughed. "It's ten. You fell asleep as soon as we switched and I started driving."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Kurt rubbed his face and stretched out his legs. "Smells like water."
"Well it should." Blaine got out of the car, smiling happily. "'Cause there's tons of it!"
Kurt also got out, trying to make his legs wake up. They could hear chattering, moving water, and boat engines in the distance. He looked around curiously but found he wasn't able to see much because it was almost completely dark and the nearest streetlights were far away. The only light was coming from inside nearby houses, which wasn't that much of a help. He had to admit he was a little disappointed that he couldn't even see the full outside of the house that Blaine had described as gorgeous several times.
"Let's get this stuff in and we can eat and then sleep." Blaine said, pulling two bags out of the back seat. "We can go to the store in the morning. Are you hungry now?"
"Starving." Kurt admitted, gathering the last three bags.
"Want me to get one?" Blaine asked.
"You've got two, you're fine!" Kurt laughed, motioning towards the door with one of the bags.
"Alright, if you're sure." Blaine said, moving up the small driveway. "There are a few steps here. If you wait I'll get the lig — or just go on up."
"I can handle steps." Kurt turned back to smile at him.
Blaine set down the bags and fished the key out of his pocket, moving in front of Kurt. He pushed it open, having to be rather forceful with it, and then moved out of Kurt's way so he could get the bags. "We can go get something to eat for dinner, but we're kind of restricted to fast food. The country club closes at eight. There will be plenty of nights for us to go there though."
"Country club?" Kurt said, dropping one of the bags in shock. He was going to get to eat at a country club?
"Well, yeah." Blaine said, as if it were completely obvious. "But not tonight."
Kurt, who was still a little shell shocked at the prospect of eating at a country club, closed his gaping mouth. His stomach growled and he said, "At this point, I think I'll eat anything."
Blaine simply tossed the bags into the next room, which Kurt could not see inside seeing as Blaine had only turned on a small overheard hallway light, and stepped outside. "C'mon, you."
Kurt went out onto the porch and watched Blaine forcefully tug the door closed.
"Did you lock it?" Kurt asked, although he had clearly seen Blaine not lock the door.
"It's fine." Blaine laughed and nudged Kurt towards the car. "Let's go get some food."
…
"Don't talk very loud when we get out of the car. Noise carries and there's a strict curfew after ten." Blaine whispered an hour later, pulling up outside of his house again.
"But we're over eighteen?"
"It's a Harbor Springs thing. It's in the rule book." Blaine explained in a hushed voice, getting out of the car and eagerly getting their fresh box of pizza out of the back seat. "There are a lot of elderly people who live here year around and petitioned for it… I mean, I can see why. The kids in the area can be really loud and stuff. They pay enough for these houses that they shouldn't have to fool with that. During the summer it kind of gets taken over by families who only come once or twice a year and stay for, like, whole seasons."
Kurt looked around, and saw that nobody was out. Even the previous chattering had ended and there was only one boat out in the water, but it was so far away that they couldn't even hear it.
"Pay enough for the houses? How can you pay enough to make people not be out after ten?" Kurt asked quietly. "How much was your house?"
"One million cash." Blaine said simply, pushing the door open.
Kurt stopped in his tracks, jaw dropping. "One — One million-cash — wow."
"Are you going to come inside, silly?" Blaine asked, holding the screen door open for Kurt.
"Yeah." Kurt said, climbing the porch stairs and going in, following Blaine down the small hallway he'd been in before.
"The light switch is right there on the left. Can you get it?"
Kurt felt around before his fingers brushed the light switch and he turned it on. He gasped again when he saw an absolutely beautiful kitchen which led into an even prettier sitting room. "Oh my God."
"Enough to make you want to put up with me until my grandmother dies?" Blaine joked, sitting the pizza box on top of the kitchen table which was much too fancy to have a Pizza Hut box on top of it.
Kurt didn't answer. In fact, he barely heard him because he was turning his head in every direction he could, taking in the surroundings. One wall, by a huge refrigerator, was filled with pictures — some elegantly framed and some just tacked or taped between the frames ones with no real apparent pattern.
"I've never seen so many pictures in one small area in my life." Kurt said, in awe. "Can I look?"
"Sure." Blaine shrugged and looked in the refrigerator. "I'll be right back. We left the two liters in the car."
"Oops, sorry." Kurt said, looking at all of the photos. Some were so old that were worn and yellow, corners turning up. But there were some that were clearly newer. He was able to spot Blaine in three or four without even having to look for him — not that it was hard to miss the mop of curls Blaine had sported until he was sixteen or seventeen.
It wasn't until he looked over a picture of a little toddler sitting on a boat with a man that Kurt knew to be Blaine's father that he let out a squeal as Blaine came back into the house. "You are so cute!"
"Hmm?" Blaine asked, putting the ice in the freezer and the two liters in the fridge.
"Oh my God, Blaine, you're so cute!" Kurt repeated.
"What are you looking at?" Blaine asked curiously, walking over. "Oh, yeah. That's me."
"I know it's you! Oh my God, you were so precious. Oh, Blaine, look!"
"I see." Blaine laughed.
Kurt let out a noise very close to a whimper. "That smile. You really do look like Danny, but thirty times cuter. And your eyes in this picture, and your hair, and your everything. I have never seen a cuter picture of a toddler, Blaine."
"Gee, thanks, sir." Blaine said, pretending to be embarrassed.
"You look so happy." Kurt said, voice softer.
"I was." Blaine said, his smile lessening a bit. "At least, I guess I was. I was only a toddler."
Kurt seemed to sense some sort of tension in the room and turned to face him. "You're fathering all of our babies if you looked this cute when you were little. I want babies that look exactly like you." He said, looking right into Blaine's eyes and letting out a content little sigh.
"I forgot you'd never seen pictures of me when I was little." Blaine laughed a bit.
"Are there more?" Kurt asked. "Who are these people? Are they all family?"
"Most." Blaine said thoughtfully, pointing. "It's all people from my dad's side of the family or family friends.
"Do you have aunts and uncles?" Kurt asked suddenly, realizing just how little he really knew about Blaine's family. "You've never mentioned…"
"On my mom's side but I've never even met them." Blaine shrugged. "My dad was an only child. These are, like, my great uncles and stuff from Dad's side of the family."
"Are they… like your parents?"
"They're all like my parents." Blaine sighed and pointed to a specific picture. "That's Alex when he was little right there."
Kurt tilted his head. "Oh. He looks more like your mom."
"That's his wife." Blaine pointed to a separate picture, with a slightly older Alex and a very pretty woman. "Mia or Amelia or something like that. This is them in Italy. It's pretty old."
"Have you ever met her?"
"No. Alex never brings her around here. She refuses to come and I don't blame her." Blaine yawned a bit. "That's my Grandpa, Alex, and I."
"Now he looks nice." Kurt said, bending down to look at the picture Blaine was referring to.
"He was very nice." Blaine said sincerely. "He was too good for my grandmother. I think she only stuck around for the money and the last name."
"How could someone do that?" Kurt wondered aloud, looking at another picture of Blaine's grandparents together.
"I don't know." Blaine sighed. "When I was younger I always used to worry that someone would do that to me, if they found out about my money…"
"Is that why you didn't tell me right off?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Not really, no." Blaine nudged him. "I knew you were around for the curls."
Kurt giggled a bit and leaned against him, reaching his hand back and touching Blaine's cheek. "Something like that."
"Something like that?" Blaine questioned.
"I mean, there's the voice too. And your eyes. I think the voice and the eyes pulled me in." Kurt said thoughtfully. "Think about it. I didn't even know your hair was curly for a few months. I was already in love before I saw them."
"The curls just sealed the deal." Blaine said, rocking them slowly.
"I had to look over the height thing."
"Ha ha ha. Look over." Blaine scoffed.
Kurt smirked.
"What will you do if I ever grow, hmm? What if I'm taller than you one day?"
"It will never happen." Kurt shrugged. "But if it did, it'd be an adjustment. I'd have to find something else to make fun of since you know my true feelings about the curls."
"I… I… I…" Blaine said, mimicking how Kurt had stuttered the first time he'd ever seen Blaine's curls.
"I… I… I hate you." Kurt huffed, rather embarrassed at the memory of him just staring at his then best friend, in complete shock—and maybe just a bit of want, too.
"Every time you saw me with curly hair after that was on purpose." Blaine whispered in his ear. "Just so you know."
"How old were you here? Who are you with?" Kurt asked, pointing to a picture with a younger Blaine just to change the subject.
"That was me and Tyler."
"Your old best friend?" Kurt asked, his voice sharp.
"Yeah." Blaine nodded. "It was taken on the dock."
"So did you live here and then move for Dalton?"
"No, no. A lot of people in Westerville have summer homes in or around here. He lives a few blocks down." Blaine explained. "Oh, and that right there is my mom and dad with me when I was a baby."
"Aww." Kurt cooed. "You were a chubby little thing."
"Still am." Blaine grinned and tilted his head. "Mom was a lot prettier back then."
"What about this one?" Kurt asked, pointing to another picture of Blaine when he was younger.
"Me and my grandpa before a soccer game. He took me to all of my games." Blaine said.
"Why don't you talk about him?"
"He's just been gone a while." Blaine said, voice soft. He pointed to another picture of himself. "That's me, Wes, and David. Look at David's hair."
Kurt smiled when Blaine slid his arms around his waist, pulling him close. "I'm glad we came…"
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, kissing his neck gently.
"It's just nice to see these pictures and kind of… see where you're from a bit at least." Kurt explained. "I don't know… It's hard to explain."
"Hmm?"
"You know all of my family for the most part—on my dad's side at least, you've seen pictures of me as a toddler. And it's nice to see pictures of the people you know. It's kind of like I'm getting at least a glimpse into your world before us." Kurt said. "It's nice to see you as a baby and see this house that you always talk about and love… It really is gorgeous, Blaine. The two rooms I've seen at least."
Blaine smiled, tugging him towards the table. "Let's eat and I'll give you a tour?"
"Alright." Kurt nodded, sitting at the table. He looked around while Blaine rummaged for plates and glasses. "This place is worth a million?"
"Well it's worth more now. Grandpa put a lot of money into it and so has my dad." Blaine said, placing two plates and glasses on the table and putting pizza on each. "That sitting room is an extension. See how there is, like, a sliding door to it?"
Kurt leaned over and nodded.
"It's new. There aren't really walls, but just huge windows."
"Can you see the beach from it?"
"No, but you can from my room. It's one of the reasons I like my room here so much." Blaine smiled, sliding a chair right next to his and sitting so their legs and arms were touching despite the fact that all of the chairs surrounding the table were far apart from each other. Kurt thought that was ironic considering how distant Blaine's family really seemed to be. "You can see Mrs. Turner's house. The yards are all connected."
"So there's not really privacy?" Kurt asked.
"Yes and no." Blaine shrugged. "Everyone's quiet and stuff… apart from the kids, I guess, but that's expected anywhere. You don't have to worry a lot about being disturbed or anything."
Kurt took a bite of his pizza and looked around curiously because there was just so much to see and he felt like missing anything was like missing a part of Blaine. Being here, in this house, was really like getting to know a whole other part of Blaine's life that he'd been… well, mostly clueless about. He felt closer, seeing the things Blaine loved so much.
By the time he was done with his pizza, Blaine was already washing his own dishes. "Done?"
"Yeah." Kurt nodded, making his way over and washing his own, making sure not to drop the dishes or scratch them. One cup was probably worth more than every piece in his parent's kitchen put together twice.
"You don't have to be so careful." Blaine said, tugging him down a hallway and up some stairs.
Kurt tried to look at pictures as he went, but Blaine was too eager to let him linger for long.
"Okay, this is a pretty room. It's my Grandma's though." Blaine said, opening the first door that they came to. "It's got a double bathroom that is pretty freaking awesome."
"Double bathroom?" Kurt echoed, stepping into the gorgeous room and looking around. "Damn, Blaine. When you said your family was loaded, you really meant it, didn't you? How much are you all worth?"
"The overall inheritance — mine, Alex, and my parent's put together—is 14.1 million." Blaine said. "It's split up evenly."
"But that's just the inheritance?" Kurt said, his blue eyes wide.
"The economy sucks, so it's gone down a lot I'm sure… but when I was 14, the family was worth ten million." Blaine said, a little hesitantly.
"So overall almost 24 million dollars when you add in the inheritance." Kurt said, jaw dropping. How was that even possible?
"I wouldn't get anything other than what's entitled to me by the inheritance, obviously. But yeah." Blaine nodded. "My grandfather was a really good investor and my entire family has always had a lot of money because they get huge jobs… Grandpa just put that money away and made it into even bigger money."
"So… all of these houses around here are… well, rich?"
"The people, yes." Blaine laughed. "Not the houses."
"You know what I meant." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Wow, Blaine. I feel like I need to bow whenever I see you or something. You're not just rich, you're rich."
Blaine slid his arms around Kurt's waist, kissing the back of his neck. "I'm still the Blaine I was last week and when we met. I hope you don't feel weird."
"It's just strange." Kurt admitted. "I don't feel weird or uncomfortable… it's just so crazy to think about… you having so much money. You could do anything, Blaine. You could have just not even gone to college, waited out for your inheritance, and then… do nothing your entire life."
"I'll leave the doing nothing but living off of someone else's money to my mother." Blaine said, frowning. "This money… I mean…"
"What?" Kurt asked, getting the feeling that something was up but not quite sure what.
"I don't know… I guess I try to not think about it. I mean, who knows what could happen between now and when I supposedly get this inheritance? Besides, who needs all of that money anyway? I don't know what I'll even do with it when I get it." Blaine sighed and then added, "If I get it."
"Why wouldn't you get it?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know." Blaine shook his head. "I don't underestimate my family, Kurt. I've seen my grandmother do shitty things to good people… and she wouldn't even consider me good."
Kurt sighed a bit and turned in Blaine's arms, sliding his own arms around Blaine's waist and looking at him very carefully. "Even if you don't get it, that's okay. Just look at how much you've done on your own without it. You've done very well without them. I think you're going to be bigger than your family."
"I don't know how I'll outdo 24 million." Blaine let out a small laugh.
"Money isn't the only thing that makes you better than others. Having a heart and common decency… helping others… That's what makes people better. And everything you are and want to do is just that." Kurt said softly.
"Yeah." Blaine nodded a bit, not looking convinced. It was still nice to hear, though. Kurt could always make him feel even a little better.
"It really wouldn't matter if you think about it, because you've already shown that you don't need them or anything associated with them… We're going to be just fine without any help from them." Kurt said, trying to reassure him a little bit. "Are you scared about not getting the money?"
"I'm not scared of not getting it… I'm just scared of not being able to do stuff on my own. I don't forget that your dad's paying for UK, Kurt. I'm not as 'on my own' as it seems." Blaine admitted, but then he smiled. "I try to not worry about it, but when I think about the money it always pops into my head too, you know?"
"I do know." Kurt gave him a tight squeeze. "I think that we shouldn't think about money anymore for the remainder of the trip… This is about de-stressing."
"I completely agree." Blaine said, smile growing. "And, you know, I think there are a few more rooms I haven't showed you yet."
"More than a few." Kurt snorted.
"The one I'm most eager to show you is my room. I think a lot of de-stressing could happen in there if you get what I mean." Blaine nudged him.
"I think I have a feeling I think I know what you're talking about, Blaine Anderson." Kurt smirked. "Why don't you show me that room? So I can… you know… help you de-stress."
***WBUCT***
"You're right. This is the most comfortable bed ever." Kurt said the next morning, curling up to his less than half dressed boyfriend. "Can we steal it?"
"I wish. I don't think it'll fit in the car." Blaine mumbled sleepily, burrowing his face in Kurt's bare chest. "We should have sex and sleep mostly naked more often."
"Isn't that how it always works?" Kurt laughed.
"Yep. We should still do it more." Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's collar bone and rested against him.
Kurt giggled a bit and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, humming quietly.
"I wonder what time it is." Blaine wondered aloud.
"I left my watch at home so I wouldn't lose it, so I don't know." Kurt shrugged and kissed the top of his head. "Does it matter?"
"Suppose not." Blaine kissed his chest again and draped an arm over his stomach.
Kurt laid silently, hands stroking Blaine's hair and back, while he listened to kids laughing and playing outside. Blaine dozed off every so often, always nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck when he came to and earning himself a big hug. While Kurt often teased Blaine for being a 'snuggle bunny', he really wouldn't have Blaine any other way.
"Think we'd be doing this is we were home?" Kurt asked what seemed like ages later.
"Probably not." Blaine yawned and forced himself to sit up, his hair even messier than usual pre-shower mornings.
"No, no, come back." Kurt whined, tugging him down. "We don't have anywhere to be."
"I need to potty though." Blaine said, hopping out of bed despite his boyfriend's protests. "I'll be right back."
Kurt nodded and climbed out of bed as well, pulling a pair of Blaine's larger pajama pants over his boxers. "Is there any food here?"
"It should just be the pizza from last night." Blaine called from the bathroom. "Anything else here is a year old, but I'm sure the place has been cleaned. We'll go get some."
Kurt wandered down the stairs, peering into rooms on his way curiously but not actually stepping into any, thinking it might have been rude to really look around Blaine's rooms without his presence. He had just finished putting their dishes from the night before away when Blaine's arms wrapped around his waist. "No shirt and my pants? I could learn to live with this."
"Don't get too excited. I was just too lazy to get to my bag for a shirt and your pants are more comfortable. It won't be an everyday occurrence." Kurt responded, watching Blaine's hands.
"Well damn." Blaine moved so they were facing and gently traced Kurt's scar on his chest, eyes locked on his boyfriend.
"I don't think it's going to fade at all." Kurt let out a quiet sigh. "I've tried all of the creams I can think of."
"It could still." Blaine said, eyes going to the thin scar. "It's not that bad."
"I think it is." Kurt sighed again, thinking about why that scar was there — something he didn't allow himself to do too much.
"It's fine." Blaine said firmly, kissing him on the lips.
"It itches sometimes." Kurt said absentmindedly, looking down at it.
"At least now if any dark wizards are around, we'll know." Blaine grinned. "Then again, we've already got Kreacher. When he starts attempting to kill us, we'll know something is up."
Kurt giggled, arms going around Blaine's neck. "Speaking of Kreacher, I wonder how Wes is holding up. Should we call him and make sure everything is okay?"
"No." Blaine giggled also. "It's okay. He owes me."
"For what?"
"Oh, I don't think you'd like the story."
"Probably not." Kurt nuzzled his neck and let out a content sigh. "Let's not go home, Blaine. Let's just stay here… or get a place here. Who needs school and work?"
"I wish." Blaine said quietly, rocking him a bit. "Maybe one day when you're a rich and famous designer and I'm an awesome lawyer, we can relax."
"No. Then we'll have kids." Kurt sighed.
"They'll be cute kids, though." Blaine said, kissing behind his ear.
"Yeah." Kurt smiled.
"They'd be cute no matter which of us fathers them. You were an adorable little kid too. We're destined to have gorgeous babies." Blaine smiled and then added quickly, "In several years. Several."
"How long is several? Because if you're talking no children until we're thirty, you better be talking yourself down four years." Kurt said, giving Blaine a look.
"That's only ten years away, Kurt."
"Only? Ten years is, at this point, more than half of my life." Kurt scoffed. "I want to be married by twenty four and have kids by twenty six."
Blaine's eyes widened. "You want to be married in five years?"
"We've already been together two." Kurt pointed out, shrugging. "I don't see a point in postponing the inevitable."
"I can barely decide what I want to eat for breakfast this morning and you probably already have a wedding date picked out and our kid's estimated birthdays." Blaine said, eyes still wide.
"How do you feel about a winter wedding?" Kurt asked, grinning.
"Wh—." Blaine sputtered.
"Kidding! I'm kidding!" Kurt giggled, kissing his cheek. "I'm just joking. Let's get ready to get breakfast."
"You've got to quit with the marriage jokes." Blaine said, only half joking. "One of these days you're going to forget to mention that you're joking, walk off, and I'm going to have an anxiety attack."
Kurt giggled, moving and looping his arm through Blaine's. "I never knew how fun keeping someone on their toes could be until I met you."
"I like your hobbies that include clothes and music better than the ones that include giving me a heart attack if I'm completely honest with you."
"You know you want to marry me one day." Kurt said, nuzzling Blaine's shoulder
"One day. A long while from now."
"All I can say is I better have a ring on my finger of some sort before the age of twenty five. That leaves you just a little over five years."
"That I can probably deal with… Now we should finish getting dressed so we can eat."
"Thank God. I'm starving. We better go somewhere amazing with all of the hype you make about the food or else I'm going to be sorely disappointed."
…
"Cornichons. This is a breakfast and lunch café. It's amazing." Blaine said a little bit later, leading Kurt into a small café and immediately taking a seat at his usual table. "You'll love the French toast. It's so good. Oh, the omelets are too. Really, everything is. You'll like anything you pick. I promise."
"Everything in here smells good." Kurt said, taking a seat directly next to Blaine as opposed to across from him. He was a little worried Blaine might not want him to be so close since they were in an area familiar to his family, but if anything Blaine's smile grew and he grabbed Kurt's hand. "So, does everyone here know who you are?"
"Well everybody should know me by name at least, but they don't know me." Blaine said after a waitress came up to order their drinks. "It's a pretty tight knit community, I guess. Most of the families come here yearly, so you grow up going to summer camp with the kids around you and a lot of the parents help out with the camps, and then when you're older you get part time jobs at the shops… So you really get to know everyone. You don't really have a choice."
"So are you related to anyone else up here?"
"Oh, yeah." Blaine nodded. "No one that would even say hello though."
"You have family that wouldn't even say hello?" Kurt asked slowly. Coming from a very close family, it was hard to grasp things like family members not conversing.
"Well it's kind of complicated." Blaine explained. "But my Grandpa's brother's family… yeah, well, see… My grandpa and his brother got into this huge fight over my great grandpa's house when he died."
"Their dad died and they fought over a house?"
"Yes. It went to both of them. My grandfather wanted to keep it but his brother wanted to fix it up and sell it… Long story short, the brother got the house."
"And sold it?" Kurt asked.
"Nope. He and my grandpa put all this money into it together and he just kept it." Blaine shrugged.
"That's awful!" Kurt gasped.
"I guess. So it started this whole… like… the family essentially split in two over it. So they have the house, my grandpa bought ours…" Blaine explained. "It's carried to today still, though. If anyone from the other side walks by, you just don't even acknowledge it. It's kind of stupid if you ask me. Yeah, my grandpa had a reason to be upset… but they're really making it a bigger deal than it needs to be."
"Rich people and their family drama." Kurt said, smiling when the waitress brought their drinks.
"There's a lot of it." Blaine said, ordering their food and shooting the waitress a friendly smile.
"So, it's your… So, the house we're in is your grandparents, but your grandpa's brother has another house? And they hate your family?" Kurt asked slowly. "Does anyone in your family actually like each other?"
"That's a really good question." Blaine laughed.
Kurt sighed a bit and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry that you don't have a proper family, Blaine. If anyone deserves that, it's you."
Blaine smiled and leaned against Kurt. "The alternative is kind of nice, don't you think?"
"I certainly won't complain that we've taken you captive." Kurt leaned forward, pressing his lips to the side of Blaine's face. "I love you."
"I love you." Blaine smiled happily. "I've got so much to show you. There's so much I want to see… Well, so much I want you to see… I just love this place, you know? Thank you so much for coming here with me."
"Shh." Kurt kissed him. "You're very welcome. I wanted you to be able to come, babe. I know you've missed it. I'm glad we came."
Blaine's smile grew and he sat up straight when the waitress brought their food out. "Thank you so much!"
"No problem, sweetheart! Just let me know if you boys need anything." The waitress gave him a kind smile and then left them to eat.
"What are we going to do today?" Kurt asked curiously, letting go of Blaine's hand so they could both eat.
"Hmm… Well, I want to take you to Howse's Fudge today for sure. We have to go to the New York Restaurant and the Stafford's Pier Restaurant at some point. They're on different ends of the town. We just can't not go to the New York Restaurant, but Stafford's is new and it's supposed to be amazing…. So we'll get dinner at one of those two today… Oh! And we'll get pizza at Turkey's for lunch! Oh God, Kurt, you're going to love it." Blaine said excitedly.
"Sounds good." Kurt laughed at him.
"I want to show you around the pier and the overall area… so we'll go on a walk today. And there's a mall about forty minutes away that I figured we could go to so you can shop some."
"We don't have to do that. I want to stay here." Kurt took a bite of his French Toast, eyes widening when he tasted it. "Oh my God, Blaine, this is amazing."
"Told you." Blaine grinned, beginning to eat his own food. "There is no food like Harbor Springs food. I don't care what anyone says."
"You're just really weird about food anyway." Kurt laughed again, eating quickly and attempting to look around the small café.
"I know." Blaine finished his food and watched Kurt as he looked around. "You like it here."
"Hmm?"
"Mr. Kurt Hummel who would live in a shopping mall likes this little old town." Blaine nudged his foot under the table. "Don't you?"
"It's very you." Kurt explained. "And I like you, so yeah, I guess I do."
"Aw, Kurt likes me." Blaine reached over and linked his fingers with Kurt's.
"Shouldn't that be obvious by now?" Kurt teased.
"Yes. It is." Blaine kissed his cheek. "I'll pay and then we can go."
Kurt nodded and gathered up their things as Blaine went to pay. Once he had everything he went and stood behind Blaine as he paid, hating Blaine's parents more than he ever had. Blaine loved this place, and it was just one more thing that had been taken from him by his family.
Blaine led him out, still walking just as close to Kurt as he had been before when there hadn't been as many people out. Blaine didn't seem to mind holding hands with him out in public in an area where his family would likely hear about it. Then again, the other people didn't seemed to be all that bothered by them holding hands in the first place. They did get a few curious looks, but that was truly the extent of it.
As they walked, Blaine pointed out various things — some shops they never made their way into, the church, the school, the park, more shops, and tons and tons of boats as they walked on the dock.
They continued their walk down the pier which Kurt was beginning to realize never ended, nearly getting pushed in several times by kids riding around on bikes or running around with spray guns. "Where are their parents?"
"On boats, at the Club, at home. Kids kind of just run around wherever." Blaine shrugged and waved at someone who was sitting outside of a restaurant. "But everyone in this town is nice so it's okay. And you can tell it's super small. I mean, look. You can see my dock from here."
"You say everyone is nice but your parents live here. It seems really nice but it just isn't adding up." Kurt said, not able to picture Blaine's horrible parents conversing with these people.
"My parents like the image of this place. They like nice things but they don't touch them. They want to look like the perfect family."
"Yeah, you've said that before."
"It's something like this. 'Oh, don't you know that my oldest son Alexander—he studied abroad in college, met a beautiful Italian girl, and they just got married and have a baby. They live in a secluded town in an adorable house on the beach! And my youngest son Blaine—he went to Dalton and graduated top of his class. They wanted him at Duke and UCLA for soccer, but he's going to UK. They have a very prestigious English department—some of the best professors in the country have taught there, did you know? And after, he's going to law school. He takes after his grandmother. She's running for Congress, did you know? And next week we're going to our cottage in Harbor Springs, Michigan. We eat at a Country Club nightly and spend our nights in a house that my husband's grandfather paid with 1 million dollars cash. We would never fool with flying there, heavens no. We have cars that get us there—the best you can buy in Europe, of course.'" Blaine said, making his voice high.
"Does your mother really talk like that?" Kurt asked.
"To everyone." Blaine sighed, finally reaching his house. "She makes us out to be this ideal family that everyone should want when we're really the farthest thing from it… but this place is the only thing I liked about my childhood."
"Maybe you'll get the house." Kurt said quietly, so that no one else would hear.
"Maybe." Blaine laughed a bit. "I don't know. I'd really like that… It kind of sucks to not have more time here."
"Hey! That's the fudge place, isn't it?" Kurt asked, pointing to a miniature shop that had a sign reading Howse's Fudge on the outside.
"God, yes it is." Blaine tugged Kurt into the shop a little too excitedly for being twenty years old.
"This is adorable." Kurt said, looking around at the brightly painted walls and the one table with two chairs in the corner — it wasn't big enough to hold any more than that, but he could see several tables outside of the building to the side through the window.
"I know. They redo the paint job every few years so it changes a lot." Blaine said from the counter as a kind elderly lady gave him two huge slices of chocolate fudge. "Thanks, Mrs. Howse."
"You're very welcome, dear." She smiled at him before disappearing into the back of the shop. "You've had amazing breakfast. Now have some amazing fudge."
Kurt took a bite and hit Blaine's shoulder with the back of his hand, saying with his mouth full, "Quit giving me such good food!"
Blaine just smiled and kissed him, right in the middle of the shop. "Okay, okay. We'll do something that isn't food related now."
"Thank you." Kurt laughed, cutting another tiny piece off with the tiny plastic knife that came with the fudge and stuffing it into his mouth. "It's so good, Blaine!"
"I know!" Blaine exclaimed, walking out of the shop. Kurt was beginning to recognize stuff as they walked back in the direction of Blaine's house since he'd now seen it twice. He was also beginning to notice things that Blaine hadn't pointed out—although most of them were just shops that sold boating supplies or outerwear, which is definitely something Kurt was not interested in.
"This place is all about the boats, isn't it?"
"Basically." Blaine said, mouth full of fudge.
"Where's your boat?"
"On the side of the dock that is nearest my house, right by the beach part." Blaine said, this time having the manners to at least cover his mouth. "It's not as cool as the big ones, though. And I don't have the keys to even get onto it. Todd does… but he's one of my dad's friends and I really don't want to go talk to him. Plus, I don't like sailing anyway. They just made me take the lessons… But I can show you where it's at and everything. We actually already passed it on the way here."
"Okay." Kurt said, lacing his own fingers with Blaine's larger ones.
"We can go home and sit on my dock if you want. We don't have to get into the water."
"Sounds fun." Kurt smiled.
…
"You must like the beach." Blaine said, coming out onto the dock after putting their leftovers from dinner into the fridge later that day.
"It's pretty out here." Kurt answered, scooting close as Blaine sat with him. "And it's getting quiet."
"It's getting late so the kids are all inside." Blaine laughed, swinging his feet back and forth over the water and looking out. "Have you ever been to a real beach?"
"No." Kurt answered honestly. "Dad and I didn't do much traveling unless you count family things… and most of my family is in Ohio and distant family in some parts of Kentucky, as you know. The opportunity just hasn't come up."
"I'll take you one day." Blaine smiled, still looking out at the water. "We'll see everything you want to see."
"I think I would be happy if I just got to be with you." Kurt admitted, looking at him.
Blaine bit his lip, looking at Kurt with some unreadable expression on his face. He then looked down at his feet and let out a little laugh. "I'm not all that great, you know? That's a pretty tall order. Me alone being what makes you happy…"
Kurt leaned over. "But you already are, Blaine. You're an amazing person and I can't see myself with anyone else ever. I love you so much. Without you, I wouldn't be happy. I couldn't be."
Blaine gave him a small smile. "I feel that way about you too, you know? I've never felt such a gravitational pull towards someone, Kurt. I can't even put into proper words how I feel when I'm with you… I just know that when I am, everything is right. And if it isn't, I know it will be. I don't want anything else but to be with you forever… I know I'm only twenty and I 'have my whole life ahead of me' and that most people don't even know what career they want, but… but I know I want to be with you and it's just… mind blowing that you want to be with me too..." He fell silent and then added, "That doesn't make the idea of marriage within five years any less terrifying though."
Kurt grabbed his face, crashing his lips against Blaine's. Blaine leaned back until they were in a laying position, scooting back so they weren't in danger of falling into the water.
"I love you so much." Kurt mumbled into the kiss.
"I love you more." Blaine mumbled back, arms going around Kurt and holding him in place.
Kurt slid his hands from Blaine's face down until he had grasped one of Blaine's hands with his own. He squeezed Blaine's hand as Blaine pulled away, taking in a deep breath and then leaning back down for another kiss.
"We're outside and it's still fairly light out." Kurt gasped, pulling away.
"I don't care, I don't care." Blaine pulled him back down, pushing his tongue into Kurt's mouth hungrily.
Kurt moaned into the kiss and did not pull away until Blaine did, gasping for breath.
"Satisfied, babe?" Kurt joked, panting a bit himself.
"Sorry." Blaine said, not looking apologetic in the least bit. Instead, he gave Kurt a lopsided smile. "Ready to go in?"
"Is there any chance we can continue where we left off?"
"Oh, it's a requirement."
"Then I am definitely ready to go in."
***WBUCT***
"Shit." Kurt grumbled, eyes narrowing at his jeans two mornings later. "How did I grab the wrong ones?"
"Hmm?" Blaine asked, not looking up from his cell phone where he was texting.
"I brought the wrong jeans." Kurt muttered, turning the jeans over in his hand and then peering back inside his bag to make sure he hadn't accidentally packed two pairs — yeah right, considering Kurt almost never wore jeans. Why would he have?
"The Fashion Gods will forgive you." Blaine snorted.
"It's not funny. It throws off my entire outfit." Kurt said, tugging on the jeans. "I don't even know if I can fit in these anymore, either. I don't know why I keep stuff from high school."
Blaine glanced up curiously and his hazel eyes widened.
Not those.
Not the skinny jeans.
Blaine re-situated himself so he was sitting Indian style, trying so hard to think of anything but those jeans and Kurt's hips and thighs and… This wasn't good.
Kurt glanced down. "Do these still fit?"
"Er, yeah." Blaine said, trying to sound completely normal.
"Are you sure? Would you tell me if they looked hideous?"
"You look good." Blaine managed to say. And it certainly was not a lie.
"Really?" Kurt asked, going to look in the mirror. "Do you think I've gained too much weight? Is my butt getting big?"
Oh God, he's really going to make me look at his ass, Blaine thought, glancing up. It should have been illegal to wear pants that tight with an ass and legs like that. "Your butt is not getting big."
"Good. Because I've started gaining weight back." Kurt sighed. "It's going straight to my thighs."
He has got to stop this before something not good happens.
"Your thighs are fine, Kurt."
Better than fine.
"Can we go for a walk? We're leaving early the day after tomorrow. I figured we could get more of that ice cream."
"The birthday cake batter?" Blaine asked, glad to have a distraction. "Isn't it heavenly?"
Ice cream or not, though, Blaine had one very big problem. How on Earth was he supposed to walk around with Kurt right beside him when he looked like that? How was he supposed to do anything with Kurt in those jeans?
Blaine was in trouble.
…
Kurt knew that Blaine liked his body.
After all, with all the pining that Blaine did for sex, it was pretty obvious.
He was not used to, however, having Blaine eye him hungrily. Anytime he looked at Blaine, the older boy was staring at his butt or his legs. And, as they were walking around, they were in public. Secretly, Kurt hoped it got back to Blaine's parents when they came up. In fact, he wanted to just march up in front of one of his grandmother's speeches.
"Are you as proud as your gay grandson as I am?"
See how she handled that. Of course he would never do such a thing, but he could day dream about it. About letting everyone know just how amazing the person they were pushing from their lives was.
He noticed Blaine looking down again and arched his eyebrow. "Are you sure these look…" he trailed off. Skinny jeans. There had been something about skinny jeans, and Blaine, Wes, and David refused to fill him in and he wanted to know. "Okay?"
"Fine." Blaine said, sidestepping and moving into a shop that he would have wanted no business in if it weren't for needing a distraction.
Kurt smirked a bit to himself. He knew how to figure out what the skinny jeans story was. In fact, he was going to that night.
And he had the perfect idea how.
...
"If you take a picture it will last longer, Blaine."
Blaine looked up from this place on the couch, making his eyes round and innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about?"
"I think you do." Kurt crossed the room and sat on his lap. "You keep staring at my pants."
"I am not." Blaine scoffed.
"You did the whole time we were out." Kurt said, eyeing him. "Do you like what you see?"
"Well I'm dating you for a reason, Kurt."
"I thought it was my charming personality." Kurt teased.
"You keep me on my toes." Blaine said very seriously.
"It wouldn't be fun for you if I didn't." Kurt nuzzled him. "I have a proposition for you on our next to last night here, Blaine."
"Proposition?" Blaine asked warily.
"Yes." Kurt gave him a sweet smile. "I want to play Truth or Dare. With you."
Blaine opened his mouth and then closed it. "What's your angle?"
"No angle." Kurt said sweetly, reaching up and playing with one of his curls. "Just pure unadulterated fun."
"Fun?" Blaine echoed, sounding a little more eager.
"Fun." Kurt repeated, kissing him slowly. "Do you accept the challenge, Blaine Anderson?"
"I'd never turn down something so terribly exciting." Blaine said, grinning into his lips.
"I think it will be interesting." Kurt smirked, climbing off of Blaine and sitting himself on the very expensive coffee table.
"Oh, if my grandmother saw this." Blaine laughed.
Kurt shrugged his shoulder carelessly. "Truth or dare, Anderson?"
"Hmm… Truth."
"So boring." Kurt tsked. "Okay… hmm…"
Blaine tilted his head patiently.
"You can only listen to three songs for the rest of your life. What do you choose?"
"Teenage Dream, Somebody Told Me and…" Blaine hesitated.
"Yes?"
Blaine mumbled something.
"What was that?" Kurt asked.
"Your love is my Drug by Ke$ha."
"I can't listen to Gaga but one of your top three songs in by Ke$ha?" Kurt exclaimed.
"I can't help what music I like!" Blaine exclaimed right back.
"I can't believe you like Ke$ha but not Gaga and Britney. Who are you?"
Blaine shrugged. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Kurt said after a few seconds of debating.
"Alright… Since you went easy on me, I'll go easy on you… since it's your first time and all."
"How do you know it's my first time?"
"By the fact that your first question was about music." Blaine snickered. "Alright, Kurt. What is the longest you've gone without a bath?"
"I shower daily, thank you." Kurt scoffed.
"There has to have been one time you didn't shower once a day." Blaine protested "If you lie, you have to answer five truths. It's a rule."
"Fine, fine. Three days, alright? I was with my Grandparents and the water was shut off because of some city rupture and Dad couldn't get me for three days." Kurt said, sounding horrified and exasperated. "Please don't tell anyone."
"You're so cute." Blaine giggled. "Truth."
"What's one fear that you have that you've never told anyone?" Kurt asked.
"Oh…" Blaine said, leaning back against the couch.
"Oh?"
"I'm afraid I won't get into law school. I'm afraid I'll be stuck with an English major that will get me no decent job." Blaine admitted, his expression serious. "I know I laugh about it and joke about it, but in all honestly, I'm afraid it will happen and what will happen if it does."
"You'll get into law school, babe." Kurt leaned over, grasping Blaine's hand. "There is no way that you won't."
Blaine gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Kurt."
Kurt reached up, ruffling his hair. "You're welcome. Alright. Let's make this more interesting."
Blaine sat up. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Kurt said easily.
"Did you ever… you know… imagine… with Finn… when you became brothers?"
"Gross! That is gross!" Kurt exclaimed.
"But you were in love with him."
"Were. Keyword were." Kurt said, gesturing with his hands. "He's my stepbrother."
"Just answer the question."
"But he's my stepbrother!"
"Truth or dare, Kurt. You've got to answer." Blaine said, grinning.
"You're so gross, Blaine." Kurt shook his head.
"Answer. And remember, if you opt out or lie you have to answer five more truths in a row—which will be much worse."
"No, I didn't. By that time I had moved on." Kurt snapped. "There. I answered, you big pervert."
"Just curious." Blaine sing-songed. "And it's all part of the game, Kurt. It's cut throat."
"Fine. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Boring. Fine." Kurt smirked again. At least the game had moved onto bigger things. That meant he was getting Blaine where he wanted him. "Why did you get arrested?"
"You!" Blaine pointed. Either Kurt was really good at this game or it was a trap. He was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, Kurt had manipulated him into this game to get dirt on him. Wes would have been so proud of Kurt. In fact, a little voice in the back of his head said, Wes probably gave him the idea.
"Truth or dare, Blaine. You've got to answer." Kurt said sweetly.
Blaine scowled. "DUI. Truth or dare?"
"Wait, wait, DUI?" Kurt's jaw dropped. "Elaborate on that."
"Truth or dare?" Blaine repeated.
"Truth."
"Boring." Blaine said, racking his mind. "Fine, fine. Alright. Say we split up. Would you ever go out on a date with Karofsky?"
"No." Kurt said instantly. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." Blaine smirked. He was not going to be tricked again. No way.
"Kicking it up a notch. Nice." Kurt moved so his legs were hanging off the side of the coffee table, kicking them out. "Okay… I dare you to prank call—."
"Lame." Blaine snorted, interrupting him.
"Prank call David and admit your undying love for him." Kurt finished.
"He'll see right through it."
"Make it believable and he won't. Tell him it's probably because of his selfless support and his charming smile." Kurt said eagerly, grabbing Blaine's phone off of the coffee table and punching in David's number.
"What if he doesn't buy it?" Blaine questioned. "The rules say you have to hit me if I fall through on the dare, but you won't do that."
"Five truths then. We'll go with that. So you better make it convincing. I've got a lot of interesting questions for you."
Blaine let out a groan of frustration and pushed the dial button.
"Speakerphone." Kurt mouthed excitedly.
Blaine sighed and pushed it.
"Hey, David, can you talk?" Blaine asked as soon as David picked up.
"Uh, I guess, but I'm kind of with Mercedes right now."
Blaine sent Kurt a look, but Kurt motioned for him to go on. I hate you, Blaine mouthed before speaking. "It's really important."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" David asked, sounding concerned. He could hear Mercedes asking what was wrong in the background.
Blaine let out a deep sigh. "David, I've… Look, I've decided that I don't want to be with Kurt anymore."
"What?" David exclaimed.
"Yeah. He's just too much of a brat." Blaine said, grinning at Kurt's wounded face. "But… but what made me come to the realization is that… David¸ I think I'm in love with you."
"Did he just say what I think he said?" Mercedes asked.
"Shh, Mercedes! Clearly he's having a mental breakdown!" David snapped.
Owned, Blaine mouthed, giving Kurt a thumbs up.
"Look, Blaine, I know that we're close and all. You're like a brother. But we can never… you know. I'm straight." David spoke in a very calm and understanding voice.
"But are you sure?" Blaine asked, making himself sound overwhelmingly sad.
"I'm sure, Blaine." David said in his calm and soothing voice. "Have you been drinking?"
"Thanks, dude. It was Truth or Dare." Blaine said cheerfully.
"Fuck you both." David snapped before hanging up.
"Alright, Mr. Hummel. Are we ready to end this yet? You scared?"
"No, I'm not scared. Your friend is just gullible." Kurt scoffed. "Dare."
Blaine grinned. "Okay, okay. Are you sure you can handle this?"
"You don't think I can handle anything."
"Fine. I want you to give me a lap dance."
Kurt's eyes widened. "W-What?"
"You heard me." Blaine smirked.
"Oh my God." Kurt's eyes widened. "I don't think it's going to have the desired effect, Blaine."
"Oh, I'm sure it will." Blaine said, his hazel eyes bright.
"You've got low standards then." Kurt said, standing up and moving across from Blaine.
"I like this view." Blaine grinned, eyeing Kurt hungrily. And I really, really like those jeans…
"I know you like the view. You've been staring all day." Kurt smirked. "You know, it's a good thing I liked to dance to Single Ladies so much."
"Oh?" Blaine asked eagerly.
"Yeah. And it's also a good thing I was a cheerleader for a while. I'm pretty flexible." Kurt said, attempting a seductive voice and passing as far as Blaine was concerned. He bent down low, spreading his legs and touching the back of his own thighs and then very slowly moving his hands over the fronts.
Blaine's eyes widened and he watched as, a few feet in front of him, began moving his body in ways that showed everything off.
"I cannot believe you're doing this." Blaine said, too turned on to be embarrassed by how in awe he sounded. Kurt was definitely no longer on a baby penguin level when it came to sex. Not at all.
"Why? You do know I spent weeks practicing the Single Ladies dance, right?" Kurt smirked.
"Bet you don't remember how it goes." Blaine challenged, hoping that Kurt would try to prove him wrong.
"I bet you I do." Kurt's smirk widened and he began to show Blaine exactly how much he remembered, exaggerating some moves just for Blaine's entertainment.
"I've got the sexiest boyfriend in the world." Blaine said, staring with big eyes.
"Really?" Kurt asked, coming up to Blaine, spreading his legs, and standing in between them. "Well I always knew it." Blaine gasped out as Kurt bent and kissed his neck — one of the two spots that drove Blaine absolutely crazy.
"Didn't forget, did you?" Kurt asked, kissing down his neck.
Blaine tilted his head, not thinking straight enough to even answer.
Kurt turned so his back was to Blaine, causing Blaine to groan in frustration. Kurt then gently put his hands on Blaine's knees, and lowered himself until he was pressed firmly against Blaine's crotch.
"Oh God." Blaine gasped out. "You're really doing it. I didn't think you'd really do it."
"Can you not handle it, Blaine?" Kurt asked teasingly, grinding against his boyfriend and then moving his hips back and forth against him.
"Not if you expect me to be coherent within the next two minutes. Okay, you passed… a little too well for my liking too…" Blaine said, gently pushing Kurt off of him.
"Truth or dare?" Kurt asked, sitting back on the coffee table and looking pleased with himself.
"Dare."
Kurt leaned forward. "If you pick truth, I'll make it worth your while."
"Truth!"
"Blaine, you are whipped. Oh my God. What have I done to you?"
"And horny. Truth, truth, truth!" Blaine said eagerly. "Come on, come on."
"Details on the DUI."
"Got drunk, got angry, drove off, got pulled over, DUI."
"But is it on your record?"
"Nope, that's why I couldn't get my license until right before we met. C'mon, c'mon. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Are you as turned on as I am?" Blaine asked, leaning forward and eyes hungry.
"Yes. Truth or dare?"
"Dare—I mean truth, truth. Ask me anything, Kurt."
"Skinny jeans!"
Blaine leaned back, gasping again. "You!"
"What is behind skinny jeans, Blaine?" Kurt asked. "Specifically, these skinny jeans."
Blaine let out a noise that was a mixture between a whimper, a cry, and a groan—Kurt wasn't sure exactly what type of groan it was though. "This was Wes' idea, wasn't it?"
"Actually it was mine. I don't know why it took me so long to think of it." Kurt smirked. "Now, what's the story behind skinny jeans?"
"But that's so embarrassing." Blaine whined.
"You've got to answer or I'll think of five questions that are even worse." Kurt said, moving so he was sitting on Blaine's lap. "And I'm sure I'll be able to come up with five."
"Fine, fine, fine!" Blaine snapped. "Okay, okay… Let's just say I really… er… liked those skinny jeans the last time you wore them."
"When was that?"
"You've only ever wore them one time before… around me, at least." Blaine said, looking embarrassed.
"That was a long, long time ago." Kurt said. "I can't even remember it."
"Oh, I can." Blaine mumbled. "It was after you were new to Dalton. It was after your first weekend at home and you came back in wearing…" His eyes trailed down to Kurt's legs. "Those."
"Oh, really?" Kurt smirked, scooting closer to him. "What did you like?"
"What didn't I like is the better question." Blaine said, nuzzling his shoulder and kissing his neck. "There's a reason I went to the bathroom so quickly."
"O — Oh. Over me? Really?" Kurt asked, looking stunned. "Wait, you didn't go to the bathroom."
"No. I ran off before you could see me." Blaine admitted. "Which is why when I came into the room Wes and David were snickering like high school girls."
"I thought they were just being delusional like always." Kurt said thoughtfully. "If it makes you feel better, you were very well composed… you know… after you… dealt with your problem. I had no idea."
Blaine looked even more embarrassed.
"I love you." Kurt laughed, hugging him. "So that's the big story I've been trying to get out of all three of you for the better part of a year? I'm starting to think your life hasn't been as interesting as I thought."
"Eh." Was all Blaine said as he shrugged. "I've had my moments."
"Moments. Hmm." Kurt hugged him even tighter.
"Truth or dare?" Blaine asked, voice muffled by Kurt's shoulder.
"Dare. I suppose you deserve it for all your trouble two years ago." Kurt teased.
Blaine looked up, grinning. "Alright, well… I think you should give me a strip tease."
"Oh, do you?" Kurt asked, standing up and unbuttoning the vest he was wearing
"Oh, I do." Blaine said eagerly, eying him.
"That can be arranged." Kurt said, actually dropping the vest to the floor instead of folding it.
"What has gotten into us?" Blaine asked as Kurt backed away, kicking off his shoes.
"Must be the air here. Makes us horny." Kurt responded, tugging off another shirt and tossing it at Blaine.
"Hey, if we can't make it in our respective careers you can always strip." Blaine teased, grinning. "Where are you going?"
"The bedroom. Aren't you coming?" Kurt asked, undoing his belt before turning and going to the bedroom.
"Oh my God, I love Michigan." Blaine said to himself, standing up and chasing Kurt who was now completely shirtless and only down to his jeans.
"You know, I could use some help with the rest. All of those layers tired me out." Kurt said, that playful smirk still on his face.
"I can do that! I can totally do that!"
***WBUCT***
"It seems like this trip went so fast." Blaine sighed, looking around his bedroom. His and Kurt's stuff were spread around over the end tables, the chair in the corner, and on Blaine's dresser. Not to mention the fact that his bathroom had never had so much stuff in it in his entire life, but that was living with Kurt Hummel for you.
"We got to do everything you wanted, right? See everything, go everywhere?" Kurt asked from the bed, lying on his stomach with his chin rested in the palm of his hand.
"Yeah. We did." Blaine came over, plopping on the bed and draping an arm over Kurt's back.
"Are you sad to be leaving?" Kurt turned his head and looked at him.
"Yes and no." Blaine look at him as well, offering a small smile. "I'm a little sad that there's a chance I won't come back here again, but I'm eager to go home.
"Does Blaine miss Kreacher?" Kurt teased.
"God, no." Blaine scowled. "Why would I miss that stupid dog?"
"Because you love him just as much as I do." Kurt grinned. "You let him snuggle with you in the mornings when I'm getting ready to head to the garage."
"I do not." Blaine looked horrified. "I absolutely do not."
"I have photographic proof, Blaine." Kurt leaned over and grabbed his phone, flipping through pictures until he found one of Blaine fast asleep, snuggled up with Kreacher who was clearly licking his face.
"That dog is taking advantage of me when I'm asleep!" Blaine declared, pointing. "This is just another form of harassment and belittlement brought on by that thing."
"Shut up." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Just admit that you like Kreacher."
"I like that dog about as much as I like peanut butter." Blaine scoffed, pointedly looking away.
"You're lying." Kurt sang, kissing his cheek and putting his phone aside. "You love your demon puppy. Admit it, Blaine."
"I don't like the dog!" Blaine whined.
Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Okay, Blaine. I believe you."
"You should." Blaine mumbled, climbing out of bed. "I think I'm going to start packing in an attempt to wipe that horrendous accusation from my memory. Please don't talk to me unless it concerns anything apart from a certain coton de tulear."
"I think I've found a new way to get you off of your butt when you're being lazy." Kurt laughed as Blaine began folding his dirty clothes and placing them into a bag.
Blaine looked up, eyes narrowed but still bright showing that he wasn't truly angry with Kurt. "Shut up."
Kurt just rolled his eyes and got out of bed, beginning to pack the stuff on Blaine's dresser. "You know, I won't think any less of you if you admit that you like my dog. It's okay, Blaine. He's cute… Well, he's cute when we find the time to take him to the groomers."
"Next time I take him, I'm telling them to shave the mutt." Blaine muttered under his breath. "Hey, don't throw clothes at me."
"Must have missed." Kurt said, giving Blaine a sweet smile. "What was that you just said about my child?"
"He's not a child. He is an animal. And even if he were able to be your child, he'd be 14 now. A teenager!" Blaine exclaimed, tying up the bag with his dirty clothes. "A teenager!"
"I disagree. My babies will still be my babies when they're teenagers." Kurt said, moving onto the end table. "Why do we have so much stuff?"
"Because we're gay?" Blaine shrugged and then whined, "I'm tired, Kurt. Do we have to pack now? Can't we just scramble it all together tomorrow morning before we go home?"
"You're the one who wanted to pack." Kurt pointed out.
"But I don't even know what all I want to take home with me yet." Blaine sighed, sitting on the bed and looking around.
"We'll take home whatever you want to take home." Kurt came over, ruffling his hair. "I'm going to take a shower while you think it over, okay?"
"Alright." Blaine nodded, still looking around the room as Kurt left and headed into the bathroom. He stood when he heard the water start to run, making his way to his dresser and looking at everything Kurt hadn't packed — everything that was exactly how he'd left it all those years ago.
There were neat stacks of DVDs, CDs, and books. There was a journal he'd been given that had never been used but that Blaine didn't have the heart to throw away. A Dalton tie, an old cell phone he'd forgotten one year, a stuffed animal that had been given to him by a toddler he used to baby sit on weekdays while Mrs. Turner ran the day camp. In his closet were of course clothes, a guitar, a violin (he'd never really mastered playing the thing,) a box full of knickknacks that he'd accumulated since he was young during his summers, and boxes upon boxes of shoes that he had completely forgotten about.
As much as he'd often wished he could come and get his stuff, it was hard to decide what to bring now that he had the opportunity. His guitar, music and books most definitely. Apart from that… he didn't really need the rest. He hadn't had it since he was sixteen, why would he need it now that he was twenty? Why clutter their small apartment with stuff he'd forgotten about? There was just no sense in it.
He grabbed a grocery bag and opened it, placing the DVDs, CDs, and books neatly inside it and tying it tightly. By the time Kurt was finished, Blaine was going through the clothes and shoes in his closet. Determining what would fit and what he would actually ever wear — a lot of it, he had to admit, he definitely wouldn't wear now. What had he been thinking when he bought that hideous green shirt? Or those multicolored tennis shoes? And how had David let him buy them in the first place? It was probably a good thing they'd been left behind in Michigan.
"Those are hideous." Kurt said, nose scrunched up.
"They are no worse than that blue shirt with the sunglasses." Blaine said without looking up.
"Yeah, you might have a point… Blaine, I want a walk in closet." Kurt let out a dreamy sigh, sitting in the floor of Blaine's huge closet with him. "This is brilliant."
"I've always taken pride in this closet." Blaine said cheerfully, adding another pair of shoes to his Ohio pile. "It's like I'm going shopping or something."
"Hey, bring those! They're fabulous."
"I don't like them." Blaine said.
"Well bring them anyway." Kurt laughed and put them in the pile.
"This is why we have no closet space, dear." Blaine grabbed them, tossing them back into the Michigan pile. "If you could fit them, I'd let you have them. It's not my fault you've got giant feet."
"What's wrong with my big feet?"
"I quite like your big feet." Blaine said, smirking.
"Your mind is always in the gutter." Kurt sighed, standing and looking through some of Blaine's sweaters. "You have more clothes than me at your summer home. This is so not fair, Blaine."
"If you stick around for me to get my inheritance, I'll buy you as many clothes as I've got in here." Blaine laughed.
Kurt rolled his eyes, pulling out some sweaters and making a neat pile. "I wouldn't let you do that."
"Do you know how long it took me to accumulate all of these clothes? All of the pimps I had to work with?" Blaine joked.
"Nobody would pay for you. You're defective because you're short." Kurt teased.
Blaine scoffed loudly. "I take serious offense to that, Kurt. For that, you get to drive through Detroit."
"I was supposed to on the way here because you hate it but you let me sleep." Kurt shrugged.
"I didn't want to wake you." Blaine stood, dramatically throwing his arms around Kurt. "It was so scary!"
Kurt slid his arms around Blaine's waist, kissing his nose. "It's okay. I'll protect you, Little Blaine."
"Just for that, I'm making you ride in the trunk."