Before you begin to read, just a little warning: this is quite mature material. The story will contain abuse and sexual content. So if that's a trigger, maybe skip this story. :/ Also! A little disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor the characters. I just started this story, and I'm really excited about it! I hope you are too. So, let me know in the comment section what you think, and enjoy the chapter!
Chapter one: Remember Chandler?
It all started with 'Chandler'. Remember? The 'Chandler' Kurt supposedly cheated with. Alright, Kurt had to admit it hadn't been his finest act, and you know… Blaine did actually fully cheat on Kurt a little while later, but nevertheless: it made Blaine itchy. After the Chandler incident, Blaine insisted on checking Kurt's phone every week, to check if the lad wasn't coming back into their lives. Because of the break-ups, Blaine had started to calm down again, giving Kurt more space. Little did Blaine know who Kurt was texting again…
"Honey?!"
Kurt closed the door of their city home behind him, and put his briefcase down. God, he loved his work at Vogue. All the parties! The galas and the fancy dress! Maybe it was even better for him than when he was on Broadway (as an understudy for a side-role).
"In the living-room, babe," Blaine answered. He looked up from his reading glasses, and smiled upon seeing his ray of sunshine. "Well, hello! Someone is looking good today…"
"Why, thank you!" Kurt laughed, as he did a little twirl. His lover walked over to him, and settled down on his lap. "You're not looking bad yourself, mister," Kurt said, touching Blaine's nose with his finger. "But uhm… I wanted to discuss something with you."
"Mhmmmm…" Blaine hummed, his eyes flicking between his work and his lover.
"Remember Chandler?"
That was all Kurt needed to get Blaine's full attention.
"What about him?" Blaine said.
"He's back in town, and asked me to meet, to catch up," Kurt answered.
His husband could've expected him to respond this way. After all, Blaine was a bit overprotective from time to time. "Right…" Blaine took a deep breath, before his focus seemed to shift towards his work again. "Do what you gotta do." Blaine patted the other man's thigh.
"I uhm… Alright," Kurt said. He rolled his eyes and stood up from Blaine's lap. "I was thinking we could order in tonight?" he said. "What do you think?"
"Sound great…"
"And I wanted to meet with Chandler tomorrow. I know we had a lunch-date together, but we could go the day after? Go to that place you like?"
"Fantastic."
Kurt looked down at him, eyebrows raised. "You don't have to be such a dick about it."
Blaine scoffed and finally looked up from his work. "I'm the dick?" he laughed. "You're the one rescheduling our lunch date, because you'd rather flaunt around a guy that almost broke us up. I'm sorry! But I don't see how I'm the dick here."
"This.. This.. cold treatment!" Kurt said, waving his hands around.
"What do you want me to do, hmmm?" Blaine asked, folding his hands on his lap. "Do you want me to cheer for you? Do you want me to applaud you and say 'Yippie! My husband wants to cheat!' ?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me just fine, Kurt."
"Fine! You know what? I'll text him right now. I'll tell him how my possessive husband doesn't trust me enough to have a coffee with him." Kurt gave Blaine a nasty glare, before he turned his back towards him, and took out his phone.
"Show me your phone," Blaine said, who had shot up from his chair with his hand extended.
"What?! No! That is madness, Blaine. We're two grown men. We're married. Aren't we supposed to trust each other by now?"
"You'd think so, wouldn't you? But now that I find out you have been texting with another man I'm not so sure if I should've trusted you to begin with. Now show me the phone."
Kurt's eyes went from his husband's balled up fists to his raging eyes, and finally he caved in. "If that is what will make you stop from acting like a raging baboon, then fine." He lay the phone in Blaine's hand with utter calmness. "Do your thing!"
Blaine took the phone from Kurt with an eye-roll and an exasperated "Thank you", before he started scrolling through the messages, which were, honest to God, innocent.
Since he had finally gotten hold of his husband's phone, Blaine figured it couldn't hurt to go through his husband's apps and pictures as well. He didn't get the opportunity very often.
"Do you really not trust me?" Kurt asked, his arms folded over his chest. "This is madness, Blaine. You're invading my privacy."
Blaine looked up, fire in his eyes, and lay Kurt's phone on the table, together with his reading glasses. "You're not going to have coffee with that Chandler."
"Why?! Why, in God's name?" Kurt laughed. "I showed you my phone! You saw, with your very own eyes, that the texts are of innocent nature. Hell! You even checked my apps. What did you expect to find, huh? Grindr? Pronographic photographs?"
Blaine shrugged, and walked past Kurt, towards the kitchen. "I don't know."
"Don't you walk away from me!"
"Or else?" Blaine asked, having turned around. He smiled cockily, and continued his journey to their fridge.
"Blaine, I'm twenty-four! You don't own me," his husband said, following suit.
"Fine. Then go," Blaine said, as he took an iced-coffee from the fridge. "But don't bother coming back tomorrow."
Kurt's face drowned of colour at those words. He pressed his lips together, tears in his eyes. "I'm going to catch-up with Chandler," Kurt said. "And I am going to come home tomorrow. This is a two-way street, Blaine."
"You don't get it, do you?" he said, as he came so close that Kurt bumped against the kitchen island. "This was not a request. This was an order."
"So what are you gonna do about it?" Kurt asked, challenging the already fuming Blaine.
Suddenly, Blaine pulled him into a passionate, and hungry kiss, his other hand gripping onto his thigh. He continued onto Kurt's neck, where he kissed and bit until he bruised him. He squeezed Kurt's behind, as he grinded their hips together, earning a moan from Kurt's lips. Blaine pulled back from another passionate kiss, to face his husband. He gripped onto the brown locks, pulling Kurt's head back slightly. "I'm in charge here. You get that?" Finally, Blaine saw some proper fear in Kurt's eyes. Fear that should've been there all along, if he wanted to keep him from going out and cheating.
"Fine," Kurt mumbled.
"Sorry! I didn't hear you."
"Fine."
"Fine, who?"
Kurt's nose twitched in annoyance, as he said. "Fine, Blaine."
At last, Blaine let his husband's hair go, and picked up his iced-coffee with a newfound enthusiasm. "So! You were talking about take-out?" he said, smiling broadly. "I feel like getting Chinese. What do you think?"
Trembling, Kurt took out the menu from the Chinese take-away. "Sounds good," he answered, his voice soft. "Could you- Could you order? I want to take a bath."
"Sure, honey," Blaine said, rubbing his husband's back. He pressed a kiss to his cheek, and let him walk out of the kitchen. "Do you want your usual?"
"No, no it's fine. You choose," Kurt said, with an attempt of a smile, before he turned the corner.
With a nice bouquet of flowers, and a indian food in his hand, Blaine walked through the office. "Hi Lissie! Brenda! Ooooh, Gillian, have you been working out? Go you!"
"Oh, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt's secretary stopped him, before the man grabbed the door-handle. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel is out for coffee. You could wait in his office, if you'd like?"
Suddenly, Blaine's cheerful smile changed into icy-ness again, but when he realised whom he was talking to, he shook it off, and sighed. "God, Kurt never changes, does he?" he laughed. "Do you know, by any chance, when he's going to be back?"
The girl smiled at his joke, before she turned to the computer. "Let me see… Uhmm.. it doesn't say, actually," she answered. "But his lunch-break is forty-five minutes, and he's been gone for a while now, so-"
"Did he tell you if he was meeting someone?" Blaine asked.
"He uhmm… He said something about an old friend," she answered.
"Oh, right! Silly me," Blaine said. He shrugged with a laugh. "I totally forgot about that."
The secretary smiled sweetly, and held the door open for him. "I'll fetch you a coffee, sir."
"Could you make that hot water, please? With a some lemon juice." Blaine charmingly batted his eyelashes at her, as he put the food down on Kurt's desk. "And a vase. For the flowers."
The secretary raised her eyebrows, but being used to Kurt, she let it go.
"God…" Blaine said, with a sigh, as he slumped onto one of the chairs in Kurt's office. He ran a hand across his face, and checked his phone to see if he had any texts or missed calls from his husband. He simply couldn't believe he was lied to! The nerve. And that after the agreement they made, and after the nice dinner they had had. And then to think Kurt bashed him for not putting more trust in him. It only proved Blaine right! Kurt simply wasn't mature enough to make the right decisions. Kurt needed someone like him to keep him in line-
"Yeah.. Yeah, no I ordered those shirts for the shoot from tomorrow…" Kurt walked into the office, phone to his ear, but once his eyes fell upon his husband, fear took over. "Uhm. Miranda? Let me call you back." Kurt hung up and walked into the office.
"I brought lunch," Blaine said, gesturing to the bag that stood on Kurt's desk. "And flowers." He stood up with a smile, and thanked Kurt's secretary for the water and the vase she brought in.
"H-how nice of you," Kurt answered. The confusion was written across his face.
Blaine waited for the girl to close the door again, before he walked over to his husband. He rubbed his hands over Kurt's arms, and pressed a kiss to his lips. "You know me!" Blaine turned away, and started unpacking the spring rolls and the curry. "How about you grab some plates, honey? Tell me all about your little date."
"Blaine…"
"No, no, no! No need to 'Blaine' me. Go grab the plates sweetie. I'm really curious about this Chandler!" Blaine took his coat off, and sat down on one of the two chairs opposite of Kurts'. He shot Kurt another smile and took a sip from his lemon water. "Where did you grab your coffee?"
Kurt stared his husband down, and went to sit opposite from him. He pressed down the buzzer and said: "Jenny could you bring us two plates?" before he focussed on Blaine again. "It doesn't matter where we went to grab coffee."
"Yes, it does! I'm just very, very interested, babe," Blaine said. He crossed his legs and chuckled. "Oh, isn't this just wonderful? Oh! Look, Jenny brought us plates! - Thank you, Jenny. - Is it really that hard doing what you're told?"
"It is when what you're asking me to do is completely ridiculous and insane! And don't you drag Jenny into this!" Kurt said. "You. Are. Insane, Blaine. You're seeing ghosts!"
"I'm not the one who's doing the lying, Kurt."
Kurt grunted and ran a hand across his face. "Honey, I'm telling you, it was an innocent cup of coffee. Nothing else. Just drop it? I wanna enjoy this amazing lunch that you brought."
Blaine stared at Kurt for a little bit longer, before he raised his hands and sat up. "Fine! I'll drop it."
"Thank you." Kurt smiled at him, and walked around the desk, to press a kiss to his lips. "And thank you for the flowers."
He sighed out and held onto Kurt's leg, rubbing it softly. "Anything for you."
