Chapter 18 Lima Bound
Blaine didn't remember the trip from Westerville to Lima ever going so fast. He remembers this drive, how long it always seemed to take him, but it had always been worth it because at the end of that long drive had been Kurt. Before Blaine even realized it, they were pulling up in front of Burt and Carol's house. He put the car in park and then sat there breathing heavily. Blaine was as nervous as he had been the first time he pulled up in this driveway after he and Kurt had officially become boyfriends and started dating. Back then, he had expected Burt to sit him down and have the talk with him that he had had with Kurt since only the week before that, Blaine had told Burt he needed to talk to Kurt about sex. It was a wonder Burt had let him walk out of the garage that day.
It's a wonder Burt hadn't killed him then. Blaine can still remember the look on the Burt's face when he told him in the middle of his shop that he was worried because every time he had tried to talk to Kurt about sex, he put his fingers in his ears and wouldn't listen. Blaine can only smile when he thinks about how a year later, he and Kurt had discovered the joys of sex together. Blaine had been so very much in love, lying there in his bed, holding Kurt, he had felt like his world was complete.
"You ready?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine watching as he just sat staring at the front door of the house breathing heavy, looking nervous.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Blaine said, looking at the door, wanting to give himself just another few minutes before heading in and facing Burt. The next minute though, the choice as to when to go in was taken out of his hands, he watched as the front door opened, and Burt and Carol walked out, both with warm smiles on their faces, and in that instant, Blaine knew everything was going to be ok.
Burt walked over to Blaine's side of the car, leaned down, so he was looking at him through the window. "Are you going to sit there all day or are you going to get out and give me a hug?" Burt asked, laughing.
Blaine quickly opened his door, stepped out, and was pulled into a massive hug. He had missed this, being part of this family, he finally felt like he was home again. When Kurt walked up to them, his dad let go of Blaine and hugged Kurt. Carol patiently waited for her turn and hugged Blaine to him, and then put her hands on either side of his face so that he had to look at her.
"Don't you ever stay gone that long again, Blaine," She said, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I've missed you."
"I missed you too," Blaine said, standing back so he could look at her. "I have someone I want you both to meet," Blaine said, looking at both of them, and then he walked to the back door of the car and pulled Sere out of her car seat. Placing a kiss on her cheek, Blaine turned around and faced the two people who had always meant so much in his life. He stood there for a minute and then looked down at the face of his daughter, knowing that if they couldn't accept her, they couldn't accept him. He really shouldn't have worried.
"Burt, Carol, I would like you to meet my daughter Sere," he said, looking at them for a second before turning Sere slightly in his arms so they could see her for the first time. Every day she was changing and started looking more like him and less like Bryce. She still had Bryce's eyes, but everything else was Blaine.
"Oh wow, Blaine, she's beautiful," Carol whispered, walking up to him, looking at her. "If Kurt hadn't told us about her, I would think she was one hundred percent yours," she said, looking at Blaine. "Can I hold her?"
Blaine smiled, handing Sere to her, and then stood back to watch Burt and Carol interact with her
"And just like that, you've lost her," Kurt said walking over to Blaine wrapping his arm around his waist
Blaine stood there and watched his little girl as she tried to talk to them, and could only smile when he saw the big burly Burt Hummel start talking back to her, acting like he understood every word she babbled.
"It's good to be home," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, pulling him close. He had always felt like the Hummel's were his family, it was nice to see that that hadn't changed.
"I don't know why you were so worried, to begin with?" Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine before following his parents as they walked with Sere inside the house.
They talked all through dinner reconnecting, Blaine feeling like he had been there just yesterday instead of over a year ago. Before any of them were ready, it was time for them to leave.
"Don't be gone so long next time," Burt said, hugging Blaine when they got back to his car. "You are still part of this family, son. Don't ever forget that again."
"I won't. I promise," Blaine said, returning the hug.
"Dad, this weekend, I'm going to be going with Blaine to London to see about packing up his sister's apartment. I'll be away for several days," Kurt said, looking at Burt.
"Well, don't forget to call me when you get home kiddo," Burt said, hugging Kurt one more time holding the car door while Kurt was getting in.
Kurt looked at his dad with a smile on his face, "I promise."
"Drive safe," Burt said, and then shut Kurt's door and watched them back out of the driveway.
"Ok, what do you think about catching a flight first thing in the morning back to New York, you can pack a suitcase, and grab your passport, and then we can fly to California so I can pack for Sere and me. That will give me time to book a flight." Blaine said, looking at Kurt for a minute before turning his attention back to the road.
"Sounds good. How long do you think we will be there?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine.
"I am not really sure, but I would plan on at least a week. Anything more than that and we can buy what we need there," Blaine answered.
"Oh, and you know just how much I hate to shop," Kurt said with a smile breaking out on his face thinking about Burberry and other London designers.
"I know it is going to be such an inconvenience for you," Blaine said, laughing.
"Oh, it will, you will owe me big time, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said, laughing back.
"I think I can handle that, Mr. Hummel,'' Blaine said back, looking over at him again, feeling so comfortable and at home with Kurt. It almost felt like it used to. He had so missed him.
As Blaine was pulling into his parent's driveway, his phone started ringing. Pulling it out of his pocket and looking at the display, he recognized the name and number right away. "This is Blaine"
Kurt started to get out of the car to give Blaine privacy while he took his call, Blaine stopped him by placing his hand on Kurt's knee and giving him a soft smile, letting him know it was ok to stay.
"Wait, what do you mean?" Blaine answered in shock
"I never agreed to that, Jack. I never signed on for that."
"Hold up a minute, what do you mean Bryce approved it. He told you I agreed?"
"I never signed anything. How am I responsible?"
"No, he had no legal right to sign anything on my behalf, and I know for a fact I didn't sign to do that project, especially with him. I told you after Always, and after the last miniseries, I did, that I wasn't going to do any more acting. I want to be home for Sere right now, especially since she lost Bryce."
"Shit," Blaine whispered, running his hand through his hair "And you're sure it is my signature because I don't remember signing anything agreeing to that.
"Can you get me out of it, do to unforeseen circumstances?"
"Ok, when is it? I am leaving for London tomorrow to clear out Shey's apartment finally, and I won't be back to LA for at least a week."
"Fine, just get everything set up, and Jack, this is the last thing I am doing," Blaine said, hitting the end call button on his phone before putting his head back on the headrest bringing his hands up rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. "Shit, " he whispered again.
"Blaine, what's going on?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine with concern.
"Well, it would seem that before my 'husband' died, he agreed we would both do a show together. Jack, my manager, is saying I signed a contract agreeing to it before Bryce died. I don't remember it. I know Bryce never said anything about it to me because hell, he and I were barely talking at the time, and even though Bryce is no longer around to do it, I still have to." Blaine said, looking at Kurt, wondering once again just how much more Bryce could screw him over.
"When did he say you agreed to it?" Kurt asked, looking at him.
"He said Bryce agreed to it right before the awards show. I know I signed a few things for Jack that week, and before you ask, no, I didn't read everything. He was my manager, and he was in charge of all of that. I wonder what else I signed…? Crap," Blaine sighed. Once again, glad that he was leaving that crazy world behind him.
"Do you think your dad could look at the contract you signed and get you out of it?" Kurt asked.
"No, because just like with the lawsuit, dad doesn't really know California law and nothing about entertainment law. I'll do this one last show and be done with it." Blaine said, opening up his car door and stepping out. He reached in the back door and pulled a sleeping Sere out of her car seat. When Kurt walked over to them, he reached down for his hand, and then they walked towards the front door of his parent's house.
They spent the night in Westerville and got on the first available flight to New York. Kurt needed to go home and pack clothes and get his passport, and Blaine needed to book tickets for California so he could pack for him and Sere, and he still needed to book a flight and hotel reservations for their London trip. When the three of them landed at LaGuardia, they first went to Kurt's apartment, and he packed everything he thought he would need for a week and a half. He knew when they got back from London, Blaine would need to spend some time in California, and he wanted to be there with him.
After Kurt was packed, they got a taxi and went to Blaine's apartment, glad when they got there that the portable crib Blaine had ordered had been delivered and was waiting for him at the security desk. He would need it here until he could buy a new crib for Sere, plus with it being portable, he could take it with them in case the motel they stayed out while in the U.K. didn't have one. After setting down their luggage, they went out and grabbed dinner at one of the little bistro's they used to eat at before the break-up. They had a really good time enjoying a quiet conversation. Right as they were finishing up, Blaine noticed someone taking his picture with her cell phone and knew that the paparazzi would be there soon.
"Let's get out of here," Blaine said with a strained smile. So tired of people taking his picture, especially when he was out with Kurt and the baby.
Kurt looked up at him, surprised. They had been having a good time, and then Blaine just decides it is time to go. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking concerned.
"I just saw someone taking my picture, which means we'll soon be invaded. If it was just me, I'd smile and wave and go on, but I don't want them taking pictures of the two of you. I choose this life. You didn't," Blaine said, looking at Kurt with a sad smile, looking forward to the day when he might be able to have a quiet dinner with the man he loves without having a camera shoved in his face.
"Ok, let's go, I am ready to spend some time alone with you anyway," Kurt answered, standing up.
They managed to make it outside and in a taxi before the paparazzi stormed in. They looked out the rear window and saw them all start piling in the restaurant they had just left.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine said with a sad smile. "If you would rather stay here and not go to London with me, I'll understand."
"Oh no, Mr. Anderson, I'm looking forward to that trip, I'm not going to allow you to take that trip away from me now," Kurt said with a big smile. No matter how many cameras ended up following them, he didn't plan on leaving Blaine's side again. The year they had been a part had been long enough.
"Are you sure, Kurt? I really will understand," Blaine questioned him again, so glad that Kurt hadn't decided it was too much trouble being with him.
"I'm sure," Kurt said, placing a small kiss on Blaine's cheek.
When they got back to Blaine's apartment, he gave Sere a bottle holding her tight, looking down at her sweet face, still sometimes not able to believe he had a daughter, and knowing that even though the last year and a half of his life had been pure hell, Blaine knew that if asked, he would do it all again, if it brought him her. She was oh, so worth it.
When she finished her bottle, Blaine carried her into the bathroom, he would use for her and gave her a warm bath, and then put her in a pair of pajamas. He held her for a few minutes singing softly to her, and she was out like a light. He gently placed her in her crib and then walked back to the living room and sat down beside Kurt on the couch and pulled him close to him.
"She asleep?" Kurt asked, placing his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"Yeah, usually a warm bath is all it takes, that and a song, and she is out," Blaine answered, placing a kiss on top of Kurt's head.
Blaine turned on the television with the volume on low, and they watched a movie together. Before it was off, Blaine felt Kurt snuggle deeper into his side and realized Kurt was asleep. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off. He gently pushed Kurt so that he was lying with his back to the couch, and he curled in front of him, holding him close and was soon falling asleep himself.
oOoOo
Blaine was having the most fantastic dream. He had Kurt's warm wet mouth on him, he was so hard, and the friction that Kurt was making with his mouth was unbelievable. Blaine could feel as Kurt's mouth moved up and down, feel his tongue circle the head of his cock before making his way back down. Kurt had always been so, so good at pleasuring him. He hadn't felt this relaxed and loved in a long time, not since before their break up. Bryce had never been willing to try giving Blaine a blowjob even though he had given Bryce one all the time. Blaine felt as Kurt gently massaged his balls, and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his mouth, he was in heaven. Blaine was so very close. He felt the tightening in his balls, and the telltale pull in his stomach Blaine was about to cum, he hadn't felt so good in a long time. Blaine thrust his hips up, moaning again, and felt as Kurt put his hand on his hips to hold him still. That's when Blaine woke up, realizing this was no dream.
The last thing Blaine remembered was that he and Kurt had been snuggling on the couch watching a movie, and Kurt had fallen asleep with his head on Blaine's shoulder. He had made sure they were both comfortable and then had fallen asleep himself.
"Kurt, please stop," Blaine whispered, turning his face away so that Kurt couldn't see the look on it.
Kurt stopped instantly and pulled his mouth off of Blaine, feeling so beyond hurt. Blaine sighed before adjusting his clothes and then sitting up. He wanted to cry when he saw the look that Kurt was giving him. Blaine stood up and moved slightly away from him. He needed to put a little distance between them before he went back over to Kurt and begged him to finish what he had started. Blaine hadn't felt that good in so long, feeling someone else's touch on his skin, but he just couldn't let Kurt keep doing it, he knew where it would lead.
"Why, Blaine, why...? Do you think I haven't noticed how you pull away from me every time I try to get close to you? Or that you haven't made love to me since we got back together? Is it because of him, is it because I'm not him?" Kurt asked, standing up and turning his back to Blaine.
He was so tired of this. His feelings so hurt that Blaine had once again pulled away from him, feeling the rejection like a smack in the face. He didn't think this could hurt worse if Blaine HAD actually slapped him.
"Why won't you let me touch you anymore? Why do you pull away from me every time I try to get close to you?" Kurt asked turning around to look at him.
"Kurt, I just can't," Blaine whispers, looking at Kurt, knowing he was hurting him.
"I don't understand, Blaine. Please help me understand," Kurt says with tears running down his face, "If you don't want me anymore, then tell me. If Bryce was better in bed than me, just tell me that. But Blaine, please don't leave me hanging."
"No, Kurt, no, don't ever think that!" Blaine said, feeling upset that Kurt would even think something like that
"You don't want me anymore, Blaine. Do you think I haven't noticed that? The only time you touch me is when I start something. We haven't made love one time since we got back together. You won't even let me take care of you. You pull away from me. Blaine, I know I'm not Bryce, and never will be, but I thought I would be enough. I used to be enough," Kurt whispered.
"Kurt, you are and have always been enough for me. I've just been afraid to be honest, that I wasn't good enough for you. I can't let sex destroy us again, Kurt. I just can't. Please understand," Blaine said with tears now running down his face looking at Kurt, wishing there was a way to fix this. He couldn't lose him again. He had just gotten him back.
"How can I understand any of this, Blaine, huh? You say you love me, and yet you seem like you can't stand for me to touch you. None of that makes any kind of sense to me." Kurt said, trying not to scream the way he so wants to because he knows Sere is still asleep in her room.
Blaine sighed, looking at Kurt, he slowly walked over to him, placing his hands on either side of his face and places a soft kiss on Kurt's lips before pulling away again, walking towards the office. Blaine reached in the messenger bag and pulled out Bryce's journal. He had carried it with him in case his dad needed to make a copy of some of the pages like they had discussed before. Now Blaine was glad that he had. He flipped through the pages until he got to the first page where he was mentioned.
Blaine looked down at the cover and blew out his breath. He had never planned on letting anyone read his shame, but he knew that he needed to let Kurt so he could maybe understand. Knowing he would never be able to say those words out loud to himself, still so unbelievably hurt and shocked by what Bryce had written about him. Taking a deep breath, he walked back into the living room and over to Kurt.
"I know when we first started talking to each other, I let you read part of Bryce's journal. I couldn't let you or anyone else read all of it. I just couldn't. Kurt, some of the things in this journal are hurtful and very painful. Some of the things he says are beyond cruel. I need you to read it so that maybe you will understand me. Why I feel like I do, I love you, Kurt, more than you will EVER know, but in here, is why I can't give you what you want. I hope after you read it, you might be able to understand," Blaine said in a soft voice, and with the saddest look on his face, it broke Kurt's heart.
Blaine had always been so outgoing. He had such a bubbly personality. Kurt had lost count over the years of how many times Blaine had bounced on furniture. He would smile at the drop of a hat, and laugh until everyone in the room laughed with him. He was generous to a fault and loved beyond measure.
Kurt knew from the moment they had first connected that he had become Blaine's person. That's why it hurts so badly when he thinks back to how bad he had treated Blaine. Kurt remembers how he had sat across from Blaine at the Lima Bean wanting him to transfer to McKinley so his senior year could be perfect. What had he done to help make sure Blaine's senior year was perfect…? Nothing.
Blaine had left the school he loved. The school where he had friends, to be with Kurt, and as soon as he had gotten to New York, everything had seemed so much more amazing than his high school sweetheart, and he had started ignoring him. No wonder Blaine was as jaded as he was. Two people who were supposed to be there for him had let him down.
Kurt knew that over the last few weeks, Blaine had been hiding behind his mask. Kurt knew that Blaine was glad that they were back together. He believed that without a doubt. He knew that Blaine loved him as much as he loved Blaine, but he also knew that Blaine wasn't happy and hadn't been in a while. Bryce had almost destroyed him.
"Blaine, if you don't want me to read it, I won't. Can't you just tell me?" Kurt asked, still looking at Blaine.
"No, Kurt, trust me, I can't say the stuff that's written in there, but I need you to read it, so you might understand why I am the way I am. Please remember I love you, ok. This page is where we began. When you're done, come to my room, and we can talk, ok?" Blaine said, handing Kurt the journal, and then he leaned over and placed a small kiss on Kurt's lips.
Blaine turned away from Kurt and walked down the hall towards his room. Looking in at Sere to see is she was ok. He made his way to his bedroom. He couldn't be in the same room with Kurt when he read Bryce's words. He was too ashamed to even look at him. Blaine walked into his room, grabbed the notebook and pen he had left it on the dresser, walked out to his balcony and sat down. He opened his notebook and started writing a letter, a letter of explanation for everything. He couldn't stop the tears from sliding down his face, remembering the vile words that had been written by someone he had once thought of as a friend.
It was quiet in the living room for fifteen minutes, and then he heard a loud fuck!, and then feet running down the hall. Kurt didn't stop. He went straight to Blaine, tears streaming down his face, he pulled Blaine up from his chair and into arms, holding him tight, as they both cried. Kurt couldn't believe what that son of a bitch had written about someone as perfect and special as Blaine. The things Bryce had done to him on purpose was unforgivable. He had purposely withheld intimacy from Blaine, while the whole time, Bryce had been sleeping with a fellow actor. Hoping that he could push Blaine to cheat on him so he could take Blaine for his money. Blaine had told him about their past, and Bryce had used it against him.
Kurt knew that Blaine wasn't the type of person to cheat on someone. When Blaine was in a committed relationship, he would never cheat. Kurt knew he was the only reason Blaine had. Bryce had taken that information and used it, hoping that if he did the same thing to Blaine that Kurt had done, he would cheat on him too.
"Kurt, I can't do that to you. I can't make you go through what I made, Bryce. I don't want you ever to have to lay there and just take it, that would kill me," Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt closer. Looking him in the eyes.
"I'll take care of your needs, I'll give you all I can of me, but I will not force myself on you," Blaine said pulling out of Kurt's arms once again. Bending over, Blaine picked up his notebook that had fallen when Kurt had pulled him into his arms. He tore the letter he had written out and handed it to Kurt. Hoping it could explain more to Kurt than he could verbally, he then walked over to the railing, leaned on it, watching as the sun rose over the New York skyline. A sight that at any other time, Blaine would have thought was beautiful.
Kurt,
I am thankful every day that I have you back in my life, that you are mine again. I love you more now than I did before, and that's hard to believe since I've always loved you more than life itself. You quickly became my world, my center, and in a way, my very existence. But I'm scared. I'm scared of losing you again, disappointing you, not satisfying you. I know when I let you read the journal before, you said not to believe what he'd written. I only let you read a small part of it then. I couldn't let you read it all...
I couldn't let you read all of Bryce's thoughts about me, about our life together. I knew things were strained between us, but I would never have thought all of that. That's why I only let you read part of it. I was too ashamed to let you see it all. Who would want to let someone else read the hateful thoughts their husband had written about them, how I was never able to satisfy him. Something inside me broke a little that day. I had done everything I could to be good to him, I really had.
When I first started reading what he had written, I tried to convince myself that it was him, he was just unhappy, but then I thought back to when we were together, how you pulled away from me too. You stopped being interested in being with me. I know what you said before about it, why you did it then, why you ended us, I do. But it had started before that too, though.
Remember, in high school, your senior year, when you started texting Chandler? Are you sure you didn't do that because I didn't satisfy you even then? Was I not good enough, even then? Everything I knew I had learned with you, we learned and explored that side of our relationship together. We figured out what we liked and what we didn't or at least at the time I thought we did.
Maybe I wasn't enough, even then. Maybe what we had wasn't enough. Maybe even then, you were searching for someone better. Someone who could do things for you that I wasn't. Satisfy you in a way I couldn't. I love you too much to lose you because of that. I can't risk losing you because I am lousy in bed. I'll take care of you any way I can, but I'm sorry, Kurt. I can't make love to you. I can't lose you again. I love you too much.
Please forgive me, Kurt. I don't want to sentence you to a life without something I know you enjoy. I won't do that to you. If you need to leave me to get what you need, so be it, as long as you always come back to me. I couldn't survive if I lost you again, Kurt.
Yours Now and Always
Blaine
"Blaine," Kurt said, looking at him crying,
"I can't disappoint you again, Kurt I just can't," Blaine said with tears running down his face. This hurts so much. He just wanted to pull Kurt close, to show him just how much he loved him, but he loved him too much to ruin everything they did have again.
"Blaine, you have never once disappointed me, ever! If you had, would have I tried to get back with you? Would I have kept trying to get you to make love to me?" Kurt asked, wiping the tears off of his face. This was so much worse than he thought. That man had taken every bit of confidence Blaine had in the bedroom and destroyed it.
"Are you sure when you came to New York after graduation, when you pulled away the first time that you weren't looking for someone better even then?" Blaine asked.
"Blaine, there is no one out there, then or now, for me, that is better than you, because there is no one better than you for me. True what we know we learned together, but who says that's a bad thing. You are all I need or will ever need. You love me. You take care of me. You satisfy me in a way no one else on this earth ever has or ever could. You are it for me, you are my life, my center, my everything, Blaine, just like I was for you. I am so sorry that my actions before, made you believe what that idiot wrote."
"Blaine, please stop pushing me away. Please stop thinking about him. Please stop letting someone destroy you from the grave. You are it for me. There could never be anyone else. I love you, Blaine, I need you," Kurt said, pulling Blaine's face down to him, not letting go even when Blaine struggled to get away, Kurt just held on tighter. In that instant, Blaine finally believed, and he felt something inside him snap, and he pulled Kurt to him, attacking his mouth, kissing him harder and deeper, needing him in that instant more than he ever had in his life. He was finally able to let go and believe, to believe in them again.
"I don't have anything here, Kurt. I didn't plan on this," Blaine said, kissing across Kurt jaw and to the spot on his neck that Blaine had learned so long ago, set Kurt on fire.
"That's ok, for now just hold me, Blaine, please just hold me," Kurt moaned, pulling him closer.
"Happy too, baby. So, so happy too," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, pulling him even closer, never wanting to let him go.
Kurt threw his head back as Blaine kissed down his neck and then nibbled on his shoulder. "Blaine, do you remember the first night I slept at Dalton" Kurt exhaled, getting more and more turned on.
"Of course I do baby, I remember everything about that nig…. OH," Blaine said with a grin placing another long deep kiss on Kurt's lips before slowly reaching out to undo the buttons on Kurt's shirt, only then noticing there were a thousand teeny tiny buttons down the front of it.
"Your clothes are still ridiculous and hate me," Blaine groaned out, remembering all the tight, tight jeans that Kurt used to wear that took him thirty minutes to peel off of him. Yes, Blaine had always loved seeing Kurt's toned ass in those tight jeans, but loved it, even more, seeing that ass without them.
"And you are still impatient," Kurt laughed, leaning in to kiss Blaine. He reached up and started to help Blaine out by unbuttoning his shirt for him. Blaine was getting impatient, now that he was allowing himself to touch Kurt, he wanted to touch all of him now. Right when Blaine was about to slide Kurt's shirt off his shoulders, they heard Sere in her room starting to cry.
"Damn," Blaine sighed, dropping his hands off of Kurt's waist. "Cockblocked by my own daughter," Blaine said with a small moan leaning in to place a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. "We'll finish this later," Blaine said, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants before walking down the hall and into Sere's room to pick her up.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you baby girl? Wait until you're eighteen and want to go out on your first date," Blaine said with a smile kissing her on top of the head.
"Eighteen, huh. I seem to remember you were only sixteen the first time we went out on a date," Kurt said, laughing at Blaine, walking in just in time to have heard what he said.
"Welllll, my little girl will be eighteen before she goes out the first time, and I like the advice your dad gave you about saving yourself. That sex was a good present to give yourself when you're thirty." Blaine said, turning around looking at Kurt with a grin on his face.
"And I seem to remember you not letting me get past seventeen," Kurt said, walking up to Blaine wrapping his arms around him and Sere.
"Well, you shouldn't have worn those ridiculously tight pants," Blaine said, taking his free hand squeezing Kurt's ass, feeling so good allowing himself to touch Kurt again. It had been almost painful denying himself something he had wanted to do for over a year.
"Don't worry, little girl. I'll talk your daddy down," Kurt said, kissing her cheek and then laughing when she made grabby hands trying to get Kurt to take her almost as if she understood what he was promising.
Blaine, on the other hand, was on cloud nine because he did understand that was Kurt's way of letting him know he was in it for the long haul. He would be there when Sere was sixteen or eighteen when she was allowed to go on her first date.
"I need to get with Burt and see if he'll let me borrow his gun when the time comes," Blaine said with a big smile on his face, and Kurt could do nothing but laugh.
"Ok, why don't we all get dressed and then go somewhere for breakfast? By the time we're done eating, it should be time to catch our flight to California," Blaine said, kissing Kurt and Sere on their cheeks. While Kurt took his shower, Blaine got Sere dressed, and while Blaine was in the shower, Kurt gave Sere a bottle.
"You know what, we need to try to talk your daddy into getting you some lemon blueberry pancakes one day. Those are his favorite, by the way, if you ever need to know a good way of bribing him, say to let you go on your first date? That ought to do it for you. Our secret, ok?" Kurt said, kissing Sere on the cheek. Blaine heard it all and could do nothing but smile.
Still smiling Blaine went into Sere's room and pulled down the travel crib, grabbed Kurt's suitcase, and they were soon walking out the door. Blaine was finally back to his happy place, a place he never planned on leaving again.
A/N: The next chapter will include the London apartment, I promise lol. Thanks for reading TB.
