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Chapter 4: Hey, Jealousy
Sam Evans was...unexpected.
It had been a fairly normal afternoon in Weight Lifting class. Blaine was reassuring Finn, whose insecurity had only heightened in light of his recent break-up with Rachel.
"Ugh, maybe if I had abs Quinn would take me back," Finn suggested.
"Uh, I really don't think that's the, uh, uh d-d-deciding factor." Besides, why would you want her to take you back? She cheated on you just like Rachel did, except she actually slept with Puck.
A voice from somewhere behind Blaine broke in with, "Not everyone has what it takes to be this 'abulous. I can put my shirt back on if that would help."
Blaine whipped his head around to see a boy with white blonde hair and well-defined muscles lifting a rather impressive-sized free-weight. Blaine had noticed him before—how could he not?—but they had never spoken. Blaine thought he might be on the football team with Finn because he vaguely remembered seeing a jersey in his locker. The boy had joined their class last month at the start of second semester and Blaine had been a little surprised that he hadn't noticed someone that good-looking before now.
"Really, there's no need Sam. Your abs aren't the ones comparing me to water animals of increasing size and roundness. I had to google a picture of a manatee but trust me you do not want to have your body described that way. Santana's the problem, not you."
"Which one is that again? Is she the hot one?" Sam asked. You'd have to be more specific than that. All the girls in Glee Club are beautiful.
Finn, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly who Sam was referring to. "Yeah, man. She's the hot one. Actually…if you wanted to ask her out this might be the perfect time. She's seemed a little desperate since Valentine's Day so I think her standards are at an all-time low."
Blaine punched Finn in the shoulder. "Dude! That was offensive to —both Santana and S-S-S-S-Sam."
"Whatever, thanks for the tip, Finn. Good lookin' out."
Blaine tried to find an opportunity to introduce himself, but somehow the moment never presented itself. The conversation organically fell to silence and then Sam wandered off to rack his weights.
"Who-who was th-that?" Blaine asked.
"The boy you were drooling all over? That was Sam Evans. He transferred to McKinley this semester from like Kentucky or something—maybe it was Tennessee?— and now he's QB2 on the football team. I've actually been trying to recruit him for Glee Club; maybe you can help me."
"I w-w-was not —drooling!" Blaine insisted defensively.
"Sure, dude. Whatever you say," Finn said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Blaine glared at him in silence for the rest of the class.
—
"Attention, please!" Finn called out, standing in the middle of the choir room. "I want everyone to put your hands together for the newest member of The New Directions…Sam Evans!"
Blaine applauded politely and watched as a lanky teenage boy with shaggy, platinum blond hair walked into the choir room and gave a friendly wave.
Finn continued, "Sam transferred to McKinley last month and he is QB2 on the football team. As soon as I found out he could sing, I convinced him to join Glee."
"Hey! I helped," Kurt added. Kurt knows Sam?
"And Kurt helped," Finn agreed.
"Welcome!" Mr. Shue said enthusiastically. "I hope you are prepared to put in some hard work because Regionals is in less than a month. I'm instituting 'Booty Camp' again to help Sam get caught up with the choreography and I think a lot of you would benefit from the extra practice."
Kurt leaned over and whispered in his ear, "So he's obviously not a natural blond, I mean look how brown those brows are. I call team gay? What do you think Blaine?"
Blaine shrugged. This didn't feel like a safe topic of conversation.
He couldn't help but notice how tight Sam's clothes were, but it could easily be a straight boy wanting to show off his fit body. And Blaine also couldn't help but notice how fit that body was. The sleeves of his t-shirt were tight on his biceps and hinted at the abs Blaine already knew were hiding underneath. He let out a small sigh. Stop ogling before Kurt notices. Remember, Kurt. Your perfect, loving boyfriend who is also very hot.
Blaine glanced over at Kurt, trying to gauge if he had noticed anything. Thankfully, Kurt seemed distracted by considering the correlation between hair dye and sexual orientation.
The team argued about the set list for a full hour. Rachel was operating at maximum levels of post-breakup narcissism which made for an especially bitter fight over solos. In the end, it looked like she would have lead on two out of the three songs, which all in all Blaine considered a victory.
—
It was only a few days later, when Blaine ran into Sam in the locker room. One thing straight people don't have to deal with: awkward locker room encounters. At least he wasn't in the middle of changing; that would have been unbearable.
Blaine was deep into a boxing workout when he heard an over-the-top Italian accent. "Yo', Adrian." It was a pretty good Sylvester Stallone impression. Blaine paused and turned to see who it was. He gasped slightly when he realized it was Sam Evans looking positively edible in loose gym shorts and a cotton tank top with oversized sleeve holes.
"Oh, uh, h-h-h-hi S-Sam," he stuttered out, too surprised to use his strategies.
"What was your name again, Rocky?"
"B-B-B-B-B…shit…—Blaine." He felt himself blush with embarrassment. He hadn't been that bad getting his name out in a while. But he hadn't had to introduce himself in a while either. "I, uh, I…I have a st-st-st-st-stutter, so…yeah."
"Oh!" Sam looked strangely excited. His voice switched over to a British accent as a string of profanities came out of his mouth, "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger!"
Blaine had no idea what was going on. Does he think that is what stuttering is? Is he going for a Tourette's thing? Wow, this is really offensive.
"What on earth was th-that?" he demanded angrily.
"King George? 'The King's Speech ' ?" Sam's tone indicated that he thought this information should have been obvious.
Blaine just stared at him blankly.
"Dude! It's a movie about King George and his stutter, how have you not seen it?" Sam asked.
Blaine let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, I-I-I guess I hadn't h-h-heard of it. We d-d-don't get all the In-Indie movies here; it's too s-s-small. Was it any good?"
"I'm not the biggest fan of historical dramas but even I thought it was pretty chill. I'm kind of a huge movie buff, in case you can't tell."
"Good to know. Yeah, K-Kurt's intro-introduced me to some cool fffilms."
Sam gave him a knowing look. "So is he your…"
"—boyfriend? Yup!" Blaine felt strangely relieved to have explicitly acknowledged Kurt to the target of this…crush? Attraction? Somehow it helped make the whole thing feel a little more harmless.
"Cool, you guys seem cute together."
"Thanks. Are you…" Blaine started to ask and then realized he was probably being too forward. Damn, Kurt, getting it in his head.
"Gay?" Sam laughed. "Nah, I'm all about the ladies. But compliment taken." Sam winked at him.
"Wha—I wasn't—I d-d-d-didn't…" Blaine buried his face in his hands.
"When you've been hot as long as I have, you tend to notice people checking you out. Don't worry about it, though, man seriously. I work out this much because I want people to notice my body and I'm not picky about who notices. I'd be kind of offended if you didn't, to be honest. What, is Kurt such an uptight jealous bitch that you aren't even allowed to look at other guys? Because that's a little crazy. Everyone has little crushes sometimes, it doesn't have to mean anything."
Blaine was shocked by Sam's relaxed attitude. He would have felt so embarrassed if the roles were reversed.
"I-I-I…" Blaine took a deep breath, focusing on smoothing out his sounds before he continued, "I have no idea how K-Kurt would feel. I guess I always, uh, uh, assumed that be-be-being in a relationship meant n-n-never looking at anyone else. I feel kind of awful, actually. I mean I love him so much, you know, I would never—I don't want anyone else. Oh my god, d-d-does that mean he's b-b-been checking out guys too?"
Sam laughed. "Um, probably, dude! Have you seriously not been until now? How long have you two been dating, like a week?"
Blaine felt strangely like a child in this conversation. "Almost three mmmonths. And, uh, I g-g-guess I tried not to."
"Well, I'm impressed you lasted as long as you did."
—
Of course, after that conversation with Sam, every time he was with Kurt, Blaine started wondering who he might be checking out. He found himself watching him, trying to see where his gaze landed.
Kurt was starting to get weirded out by all of his staring. Blaine covered by saying, "You're just looking especially beautiful today, honey." Kurt preened and Blaine felt a stab of guilt. Is this still heebie jeebies from Finn and Rachel breaking up? Am I freaking out about Kurt and I for no reason?
It didn't help his confidence when Kurt cancelled their standing Wednesday coffee date that week.
"Oh, hey, I can't make it to Lima Bean this afternoon."
"Oh, okay. Why?" Blaine tried to hide his pang of disappointment.
"Dave's coming over, actually."
Blaine felt his brows knit together. "Dave as in Dave Karofsky? Is coming over to your house? Alone?"
Kurt quirked an eyebrow in response. "Yes, that Dave. Coming to terms with his sexuality has been really hard on him. I'm kind of the only person he can talk to about this stuff."
"Well, c-c-can I come hang with you-you guys?" Blaine felt slightly pathetic for begging. He didn't want to leave Kurt alone with Dave, though. He couldn't help feeling protective. Am I worried he is going to hurt Kurt or that he is going to flirt with Kurt? Agh, weird feelings, go away.
"Um, I don't think that would be a good idea, sweetheart. He kind of knows you don't like him so I don't think he's ready to have a big gay kiki quite yet. He's really private about all of this. Sorry, babe, maybe another time."
Blaine hated the stab of…was it jealousy? Feeling left out? Well, whatever it was…it felt like a knife in the gut. You're being ridiculous. Kurt is just helping out a friend.
—
Blaine: How's it going?
Kurt: Fine. Can't really talk right now.
Blaine frowned at his phone. He told you he would be busy, why are you disappointed? You have other friends besides Kurt, text one of them.
He pulled up Sam's number, wondering briefly if there was anything wrong with texting the boy he had a tiny harmless crush on. He decided it was probably fine.
Blaine: Did anyone warn you not to get in the middle of the Finchel Schism? Because I would hate for you to get murdered your first week in Glee.
Sam: I have no idea what most of those words meant, so let's assume not.
Blaine: That would be the epic breakup of Finn and Rachel that has torn the glee club asunder. There are those on Team Finn, those on Team Rachel, and those of us, like myself, who are on Team Switzerland.
Sam: Woah, good looking out. Wait…Rachel is single? She's kind of hot, right?
Sam: Wait nvm, forgot who I was asking.
Blaine: It was super recent so you should probably give things a little time to cool down. Finn is also pretty sensitive about friends stealing his girlfriends, so just…play it carefully, okay?
Blaine: Also, I'm gay, not blind. Yes, she's hot.
Sam: Fine, I guess I can be patient.
Sam: Dude, do you like Avatar?
Blaine: I'm guessing not as much as you do?
Sam: IT'S THE BEST. THEY CAN TALK TO TREES. I WANT TO TALK TO TREES!
Blaine: Well, if you show me that King's Speech movie then I'll watch Avatar with you? Deal?
Sam: Heck yes! It will be the weirdest movie marathon ever!
—
Once he got used to how attractive Sam was, Blaine found that he really enjoyed hanging out with him. They had a lot in common, once he got to know Sam better, and he felt like Sam filled a different niche in his life than Kurt or really any of his other friends. With Sam, Blaine could obsess about comics and Doctor Who both of which Kurt tolerated but wasn't actually that interested in.
Sam had flipped out over the photos of Wesley and Elaine dressed as the doctor and Rose, although it had led to a heated debate over which was the best doctor. Blaine was fully committed to Matt Smith—"You have to love a man in a bowtie!"—but Sam insisted that David Tennant was superior. In the end, they concluded that only a rewatch of seasons two through seven could resolve the issue.
It was strange to realize that Sam was his first friend at McKinley that truly felt like his friend, rather than a friend of Kurt's that had also become his friend. Kurt had been his first and closest friend at McKinley, and Blaine had never really thought about how much McKinley had always felt like Kurt's world that Blaine had stepped into.
It wasn't until Blaine had plans with Sam for the third time in a row that Kurt wanted to go out that he began to get resentful. "Why don't you let me know when you're available, Mr. Popular," Kurt had finally said, in his most biting tone. Blaine felt the sting of his words. Kurt just does this when he's feeling insecure. You should reassure him.
But it was like someone took over his body and before he knew what was happening, he was doing the exact opposite of that. "Well, I'm sorry that I finally have friends other than-other than-other than you, Kurt, but you d-d-d-don't have to be such a bitch about it."
Kurt's eyes flashed. Blaine gasped, realizing what he had said and clapped his hands over his mouth. Kurt turned around on his heels and stomped away from him. Blaine tried calling out after him but he got no response. Finally, he kicked the wall in frustration. Great, now he's really pissed at me.
—
Blaine cut the engine to his car and took a deep breath. He felt a pang of anxiety as he looked at the front door to the Hudson-Hummel house. Another deep breath and he was filled with resolve; he needed to talk to Kurt.
The snow crunched under his feet as he stepped out from the car. He heard a creaking sound and looked up to see Kurt standing in the doorway to his house, one hand on the open front door. His eyes met Blaine's and an expression of surprise overtook him.
Blaine jogged up the walk until he was just a few feet away from Kurt, who was still gaping at him in confusion. "I was just…I was just about to drive over to your house," he finally explained.
Blaine chuckled. "Great minds, I su-suppose." Kurt smiled back at him. "So…c-c-can we talk?"
"I would like that. Come inside. I'll make us some tea and then we can go talk in my room."
Blaine was grateful for the steaming mug of mint tea. It gave him something to do while he was trying to collect his thoughts.
"I'm sorry I was so petty about you hanging out with Sam. I don't want you to think that I don't want you having other friends."
"Well, I sh-sh-shouldn't have snapped b-back. You're not-not a —bitch."
"I mean, I kind of was being a bitch, so point taken. But I'd also appreciate you not calling me names."
"Can you—can you tell me why, uh, uh you were up-upset?"
Now it was Kurt's turn to blow on his tea in thoughtful silence.
"It's…it's really stupid. I'm embarrassed to say." Kurt buried his face in his hands, blue eyes peeking through splayed fingers.
Blaine whined in response.
"Fine! I guess…you've just changed a lot since I met you. In good ways! Really good ways. You would barely speak to anyone when I first met you and now you're so much friendlier and open to new people. You're so much less shy about people hearing you stutter. Most importantly, I can see that all of these changes have made you happier. I don't want this to sound like I think any of that is bad. But…well, I guess maybe in my darkest moments of insecurity, I wonder if you're outgrowing me."
"Kurt," Blaine said, his voice breaking with emotion. "That's a-a-a-absurd."
"I know! See, I told you it was stupid. But it's how I'm feeling, so…"
"So you're en—titled to your feelings. But, honey, p-please know that you are no less sp-special to me just because my sssocial circle is getting wider. Don't worry about me not…not needing you be-because I'll always want you, okay?"
Realizing he had lost eye contact—something he was still working on—Blaine looked up to see Kurt's blue eyes swimming in tears. He nodded solemnly and Blaine reached out to cup his cheeks, carefully brushing away the single tear that spilled over and began to run down his cheek. As always, Kurt's skin was impossibly soft against his finger tips.
"I l-l-lo-love you," Blaine declared, being sure to look straight into Kurt's eyes as he said it. "So f-f-f-fucking much, you have to-to-to know that. I'll ne-ne-never outgrow you. Let's just both keep growing to-together, okay?"
Kurt nodded and gave Blaine a weak smile. "Yeah, okay. That sounds pretty good. I'm sorry for getting all weird and insecure. I just…you're so amazing, Blaine. I don't know if you see it because you've spent so long kind of hiding from people, but you're so talented and charismatic and seriously drop-dead gorgeous. Like seriously, I feel like you could have any guy that you wanted now that you're more confident. Like Sam. He is really hot and I know you must have noticed and now you guys are friends and everything. He is like, too hot for me, someone like that would never be with me but he's not too hot for you. You're both that hot."
Blaine was a bit stunned by Kurt's rambling confession. He wasn't quite sure where to start. He wanted to reassure Kurt as emphatically as possible but he was slightly thrown by Kurt bringing Sam into this conversation. Because, of course, he was attracted to Sam. Not that anything would ever happen with Sam. Not that Blaine even wanted anything to happen because he didn't. He just didn't want his tiny little meaningless crush to mar the authenticity of what he was about to say.
"Sweetheart. K-Kurt. I ch-ch-ch-chose you. Not because no one else would have me. Be-be-because I think you're amazing too. You are ssso talented. You are so god damn clever and funny. You are d-d-d-drop-dead gorgeous."
Kurt let out a heavy sigh. "Right, sure…yes. Gorgeous. Okay. I'm gorgeous. I'm pretty. I'm beautiful. But hot? Sexy? That's just never going to be me. I know that. I've come to terms with that for the most part. You like me for my personality and that's fine. I like that you're not superficial, really."
What on earth is he talking about?
"I…b-b-but…huh? I li-li-literally have no clue what this is. Of course, you're hot!"
Kurt shook his head.
"You are, though."
Kurt shook his head more vigorously, blushed, and then buried his face in his hands.
"Sweetie," Blaine said with a pleading whine. "Why d-d-don't you think you're hot?"
"I…I just…I'm just…I'm not, okay. I don't want to talk about it. Forget I said anything. In fact, maybe just leave me here to wallow in my humiliation for a little while."
"Well, as —tempting as that sounds, no, we are go-going to talk about this. I ne-need you to look at me when I s-say this so you be-believe me."
Kurt did not move. Blaine reached out and pried his hands off of his face, like barnacles.
"I think you are so-so-so in-incredibly sexy. On the inside, sure, b-but also on the out-outside. I used to st-stare at your ass long be-before we were dating."
"Wait, what? Really?"
"Yeah, you idiot! I ju-just didn't want you to n-n-notice. I'm g-g-good at being patient with waiting but you have no idea how m-m-much I just want to rip your clothes off and make you feel s-s-so fucking good." Blaine leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I get so t-t-turned on just thinking about it. And yes, it's exciting be-be-because I love you but also b-b-b-beause you are sexy as all get out."
Kurt made the most delicious moaning sound in response to Blaine's whispered confession. "Holy shit," he sputtered out. "You have been holding out on me, Blaine Anderson."
"I d-d-didn't want you to feel any —pressure," he explained defensively. Then he dropped his head as the next thought occurred to him. "Oh my god, have I f-f-fallen ill to the age-old Madonna-whore complex? Have I b-b-been trying too hard not to-to-to ob-objectify you? Shit, I'm sorry."
"Well, I don't have any idea what you're talking about but I definitely don't object to being objectified from time to time. It…it's nice to know that you feel that way about me." Kurt was still blushing, but this time it was accompanied by a very sweet smile.
"Duly noted," Blaine said with a solemn nod. I solemnly swear that I will tell you how incredibly sexy you are so you never have cause to doubt it again. "Oh, and the Madonna-whore complex is when a man se-se-separates the idea of lust from love, so he s-s-sees his wife as pure like the virgin Mary and o-o-other women can be se-sexual beings, or 'whores'…agh, sorry I hate s-s-saying that word. It's a re-really t-t-toxic mindset that re-re-reduces women to one di-dimension."
"Wow…I really need to get you to tell me what websites to read because you always know so much more about all this social politics stuff. That makes a lot of sense, though, as an idea. I don't know if you were fully doing that but I'm glad you know that I'm not just one or the other of those things. Maybe you just needed a little reminder."
"So are we —done?" Blaine asked. He didn't have anything else he wanted to say but he didn't want to assume that Kurt didn't have to discuss.
Kurt nodded. He smiled sheepishly at Blaine before asking, "Can I have a hug? I feel a little…raw from all of this."
"Of course!" He pulled Kurt in close and wrapped his arms tightly around him. As Kurt's arms squeezed him firmly, Blaine felt a cathartic release of emotion that took him by surprise. I guess I needed a hug too.
"Mmm, that felt…like really good. I mean hugging you always feels good but it was, like, very comforting. Can we always end arguments like this?"
Blaine nodded. "I f-f-felt it too."
"Can we also have, um, make-up make-outs?" Kurt blushed slightly as he posed this request.
Blaine nodded enthusiastically and flopped down on Kurt's bed, pulling his boyfriend on top of him. Kurt's lips were warm and passionate against his and Blaine shivered with how good he felt. How could I ever want someone else when I have you?
Kurt was bolder than usual, his hands quickly sliding up under Blaine's shirt and caressing the sensitive skin of his stomach. When Kurt's thumbs brushed over his hip bone, Blaine couldn't help but let out a moan. In response, Kurt wrapped his fingers around Blaine's hip and pulled him closer. Their hips were pressed together now and Blaine became very aware of just how much he could feel, and of how much Kurt must be able to feel.
Pulling back slightly, Blaine whispered up at him, "Is this okay? Be-be-be-because god you are s-s-s-so hot right now but…we didn't t-t-talk first and…" Blaine trailed off, looking questioningly up at Kurt.
Kurt stared straight back, his eyes unusually dark. "Thank you for checking. You are so, so good about that." Kurt reached up to stroke Blaine's cheek and he shivered at the softness of the touch. "But I…this feels really good and not scary at all. Knowing that you think I'm sexy…well, it makes me feel sexy and…I don't know, you're right it's magic because it's us."
Blaine felt his heart start to race as his brain caught up to what was going on. We are really doing this. Oh my god, we are really doing this. Fuck. Filled with a surge of desire, Blaine rolled them over so he was on top of Kurt and resumed their heated making out. He stopped only long enough for Kurt to pull his shirt off over his head. They both laughed when it briefly got stuck around Blaine's ears. Then Blaine made quick work of Kurt's top before hungrily pressing their tongues together.
Then the most wonderful sensation passed through his body as Kurt's hands slid down his back, lower, lower still until they were gliding over the curve of his butt. No one had ever touched Blaine there and it felt profoundly intimate. It also provided a rather perfect handhold for Kurt to pull Blaine's hips down against his own.
Even through several layers of clothing, just knowing that Kurt's erection was on the other side was thrilling when he felt it press up against his thigh. But that wasn't where Blaine wanted him so he shifted positions until they were pressed up against each other. He let out a gasp and Kurt let out the most beautiful little moan of pleasure.
"Fuck," Blaine whispered breathlessly. "Did I mention how fucking sexy you are?"
"Keep saying it like that and I might start to believe you," Kurt said with a mischievous grin. Blaine retaliated by kissing the grin right off of his face. Then they both started giggling and had to pull away for a few seconds.
"Do you think everyone laughs this much when they're getting their sexy on?" Kurt said, still laughing quietly.
"No, only the-the-the re-really cool —people. See, look, we're still us. Goofy and sappy and sweet. Oh and sexy, definitely sexy."
Kurt beamed up at him with eyes full of love and Blaine felt like his heart might stop or melt into a useless pile of bloody goo. The mood shifted back to hot and heavy after that.
Blaine learned a lot of things about Kurt that night. He learned how insecure he was, despite his usual withering disdain for the opinions of others. He learned that Kurt's perfect hair got deliciously rumpled after rolling around for a while. And he learned how Kurt's face contorted when he was close to climaxing and how his head dropped back when he finally did.
Kurt's breathing was rough and heavy as he came down from the excitement. Blaine felt a pang of worry that Kurt might regret his decision once the hormones faded. This seemed like the moment when doubts would hit, if doubts were to be had. Blaine was overcome with realizing how much trust he had just been given by his boyfriend. It was the ultimate act of vulnerability and Kurt deserved nothing less than to feel completely safe and cherished.
Blaine laid on his back and scooped Kurt up in his arms, letting him lay his head on Blaine's chest like a pillow. He pressed kisses over and over again into his hairline and whispered declarations of love. He trailed his fingertips up and down Kurt's arm and let him sit in the quiet. Maybe he needed to think. Maybe he was still regaining his mental faculties. Don't congratulate yourself too much there, Blaine.
After several more minutes passed, Blaine was overtaken by the uncertainty of it all. He had to ask. "Sweetheart, are you-you okay? Tell me what you need."
Kurt's head lifted from his chest and Blaine saw the blissed out expression on his face. "Oh, no I'm great," he said with an enormous grin on his face. "Sorry, I was just…enjoying laying here with you."
"Good. I'll go b-b-back to enjoying it too then. I ju-ju-just wwwanted to check." Blaine settled Kurt's head back on his chest and traced patterns into his arms and back. He thought he could easily fall asleep like this, but forced himself to stay awake since his parents would be furious if he missed his curfew.
"My dad gave me this big speech about sex a while ago. It was…horribly awkward but he said something that…I don't know, seemed sort of profound. He said that sex does something to you. It does something to your heart. At the time, I thought he was just telling me not to be a slut but now I'm realizing he was trying to tell me how good it can feel. Because—oh god now I'm going to be the sappy one—I just…I feel…I feel so close to you right now. I didn't…I mean I knew it was supposed to feel good physically…but I…it stirred up all these emotions too. It did do something to my heart: it made me fall even deeper in love with you. Which is wonderful, because that's what I want us to have."
By the time Kurt was done with his speech, Blaine could feel tears stinging at his eyes. "Sorry, that was just…wow, I'm so lucky to be with you. I'm so…honored that you feel that way."
"It definitely makes me want to return the favor," Kurt said with a wink. Then he frowned. "I might need to get out of these clothes, though, because yikes do I feel sticky and weird now." He hopped up and skipped off to the en suite bathroom. Blaine sighed to himself in contentment. When he could put it off no longer, he glanced over at the clock. It confirmed his fears that he should really be getting home if he wanted to make curfew.
Kurt pouted at him when he came out and saw that Blaine had pulled his polo shirt back over his head and was starting to do up the buttons on his cardigan. "As te-te-tempting as that offer was, it's going to—it's going to—it's going to have to keep for another —time because it's already 9:30."
"Oh wow, so it is! Fine, be responsible then." He was doing some first class fake Kurt grumbling that made Blaine feel a wave of fondness for his adorable boyfriend.
Blaine kissed him goodbye and then whistled quietly to himself as he walked down the stairs. He was suddenly nervous when he saw Burt sitting in his favorite armchair in the living room. He's going to be able to tell somehow with voodoo dad powers. Maybe if I don't make eye contact he won't know. That's how they see into your soul, right?
"Drive home safe, son." When Blaine looked over, Burt was already back to his historical book about World War II. Phew, I made it.
Content Warning: sexual content (non-explicit). I'd say it's more TV-14 than PG-13 but MA seems like overkill. Let me know if you think I need to up the rating on this story.
Thank you as always to my tremendous beta-reader, BlurglesmurfKlaine
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