The sky was still dark when Blaine woke up on top of the piano with Kurt lightly snoring against his chest. He pushed up just enough so Kurt's head wouldn't move. The stiffness in his neck was indication enough that they had been asleep for a while.
"Kurt, love, wake up." Blaine rubbed Kurt's shoulder and got a grunt in response. "Kurt, you'll hate me tomorrow if I let you sleep on this piano."
"Fine." Kurt mumbled and sat up sliding off the piano and helping Blaine down. Kurt dragged the blanket after them and wrapped it around their shoulders as they leaned on each other and climbed the stairs. "It's too early." Kurt growled.
Blaine chuckled to himself. Despite owning a business that saw most of its rush before 9 am, Kurt was not a morning person. Probably a good thing to remember.
They both flopped on the bed the second they were in Blaine's room. Blaine threw the blanket Kurt was still cuddled against on the floor and put himself between Kurt's arms. He tossed the comforter over them and gave Kurt a kiss goodnight on the forehead.
Kurt made a kissing noise with his mouth in response before drifting back to sleep.
Blaine woke to a stream of light coming in through his heavily drawn together curtains.
"Useless black out curtains." He groaned then flipped over to jam his face into Kurt. Upon tossing around he realized Kurt was nowhere to be found.
"Should I add that to the list of décor that needs replaced?" Kurt tapped Blaine's foot and waved from where he was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed. "Good morning."
"You weren't so perky when I woke you last night."
"If I were more awake, I would have killed you for waking me up."
"Glad you were sleepy then." Blaine crawled down and kissed Kurt. "You're cute when you're sleepy."
"Compliments will get you nowhere. I have been awake for an hour and half and have been waiting patiently to show you my ideas for redecorating."
"Can I pee first."
"Only if you can make it quick."
"You are so gracious." Blaine hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He was back a moment later sitting beside Kurt. "Okay, let's see it."
Kurt held his phone to his chest. "Okay first you need to set a budget."
Blaine smiled at the excited look on Kurt's face. He was pretty sure Kurt's apartment would look like the cover of an interior design magazine if he had the money to throw around.
"No budget."
Kurt's smile spread but he reigned it in, so he wouldn't seem too excited. "I was hoping you would say that."
Kurt held his phone out in front of him. "Okay bear with me. I have a few ideas. You just pick the one you want or obviously you can change it. But okay. Here goes." Kurt cleared his throat before opening up a color pallet.
"Think high class 70's interior modernized to fit the space." Blaine smiled over at Kurt who was making big hand gestures as he spoke. "I used your answer of Freddie Mercury as the singer you would most like to meet to pick a time period then I thought about it and with your hair and the way you can pull off yellow I thought it would be perfect. So you already have the high contrast of black and white. You have that big, black stuffed leather couch that you just got which is perfect. We add a simple chair with a mustard gold cushion and we're set. You need a white fur shag style rug, or you know something like that. An assortment of different size and height white candles in the fireplace."
Kurt took a big breath and Blaine laughed. "And for the love of God we need to put stuff on your walls. I was thinking evenly spaced album covers. You could do yours and all your favorites and the ones that inspired you."
"Kurt, I love it."
"Do you want hear my other ideas?"
"Of course." Blaine breathed. He knew no matter what Kurt wanted to go with, he would let him. It's not that the apartment was a problem because it didn't feel like himself, it's that it felt like no one had cared about it. When Sebastian picked the furniture out, he just pointed to the window set and handed them a credit card. Kurt had put effort and thought into it. He had been awake for only an hour and a half and he was already coming up with a bunch of ideas for even the tiniest details of Blaine's home.
Kurt went on about color blocking with different colors in each room that carry on a similar theme and pallet. Then he offered up a more rustic approach that Blaine could tell he wasn't as excited about. He showed him pictures and colors and decorations for each idea.
"They are all great."
"Which was your favorite?" Blaine just smiled at him. He really liked them all, but he knew if he pretended to think on it, Kurt would give him the right answer.
"Is it the 70's one?"
"Absolutely." Blaine laughed. He was glad that was the one Kurt was the most excited about because to be honest, he loved it.
"Fantastic. I will start pulling samples and I'll make a page full of furniture and decorations for you to choose from."
Blaine swung his feet around and ran over to the bathroom, he came back holding his pants from the day before. He tossed them to the side after pulling out his wallet. He handed a card to Kurt who looked at him with wide eyes.
"You don't need to consult me Kurt. I trust your vision 100%."
"Blaine, no. I'm not going to take that from you. I'll just show you some things and you can pick out what you like."
"Kurt, I'm serious. I know you are excited about doing this and I will be so madly in love with whatever you pick out I promise."
"You didn't even give me a budget."
"I don't think you need one."
"Blaine. I can't." Kurt looked at him in all seriousness.
"You can and you will. Kurt, I am not kidding, I trust you more than anyone else I've known. You've dealt with a lot of annoying stuff because of me lately and I want to give you this as a gift. Though technically you're using it to buy me stuff."
"No Blaine. It really is a gift. I do love decorating."
"Great. So go crazy." Blaine cupped his cheek. "Okay not too crazy maybe. There is an album release party here the night before it comes out, so your only restriction is time."
Kurt squealed and ran out of the room to find paper and start drawing sketches. "Kurt maybe you want to put clothes on before you get to work?" Blaine called out.
Kurt skidded back in the room and Blaine tossed him a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt. Kurt pecked him on the cheek and hopped out of the room pulling on the pants.
"I chose well." Blaine whispered to himself, pulling on his own clothes and following Kurt.
After Blaine found a notebook for Kurt to use, he was sprinting off back into the living room and scratching away into the paper.
"Waffles or pancakes?"
"Yes." Kurt didn't look up from his scrawling.
"Waffles it is." Blaine chuckled and got everything out to make himself and Kurt breakfast.
When their meal was prepared, and Blaine had set them up at the island. He went into the living room.
"Okay break time, my love." He tugged on Kurt's arm and Kurt pulled away.
"Not done."
"I've created a monster." Blaine said in mock horror. Shielding his eyes from Kurt's bitch glare.
"Fine, I'll take a break." He set everything down. "But only for a few minutes."
"All I ask." Blaine tilted his head and slid his fingers through Kurt's as they walked to the kitchen.
"Smells delicious."
They sat and ate in silence for a while before Blaine spoke up.
"So I have to go in to the recording studio today. You can come if you want or you can stay here and work on the redecorating."
"I think I will probably run home to change clothes and check that my store hasn't burned down. Brittney texted and said Kitty was opening for some reason today."
Blaine smiled knowingly. Strange that Santana would also have texted and said she couldn't make it into the studio today.
"But after that I might stop by. I can bring you guys coffee and treats."
"Wes will be super appreciative. His love is bought with food and efficiency." Blaine placed his hand over Kurt's and rubbed his fingers. "You can borrow the Audi to get home. I just plan on walking to the studio."
"Oh no no." Kurt pulled his hand out from under Blaine's. "One extravagance a day please. You said you would ease me into your world. Letting me redesign your penthouse and driving around in an Audi to pick up the décor is too much for one weekend."
"I have an SUV. It has black tint and everything for when I need to get out unnoticed." He squinted at Kurt, scared the suggestion would cause an outburst. "You could borrow that. There's room in the trunk so you can fit all sorts of cool stuff you pick out."
Kurt bit his lip to think about it. Blaine had been right to make it seem useful for shopping. How did he already know how much the thought of shopping calmed him? "Okay. That I can do."
Blaine grinned and sat up straighter. "You'll take the SUV."
"Yes. I will borrow your SUV, thank you." Kurt was confused as to why Blaine was so excited about handing over his stuff for Kurt to borrow. Then Kurt realized he had pulled on the McKinley sweatshirt from the day before. "You loan me your credit card and an SUV and I let you borrow a ratty old sweatshirt."
"Believe me it's an unfair trade. I should be giving you more." He nuzzled his nose down into the sweatshirt and Kurt laughed at him
"I will never understand you, Mr. Anderson."
"We've got a lot of time for you to give it a try." Blaine winked and went back to breakfast.
Kurt offered to do the dishes, but Blaine refused, shoving him out the archway and telling him to get back to his redesign efforts. After he heard all the dishes cleared and the water running, he walked back to the doorway. He watched as Blaine scrubbed at the pans and plates. Kurt quietly took his phone out and snapped a picture of Blaine wearing sweats doing the dishes.
He walked back out into the living room and created another fake account. He posted the picture with a tag and a comment about Blaine being responsible. After a few minutes he got a text from an unknown number.
(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Nice effort but way too personal Sebastian will catch on. -Santana
How did she get my phone number? Kurt cringed at all the ways she could possibly have snuck into his apartment in the middle of the night or held someone hostage until they gave it to her. She kind of horrified him, but he would never admit that out loud.
"It's nice. We should make that the album cover." Kurt looked up from his phone with his eyes wide.
"Oops. Busted." Kurt tucked his phone away as Blaine made his way over, wrapping his arms around his waist and looking up at him. "Why don't I get to take pictures of you?"
"Because I'm not trying to prove to the world that I'm a good person."
"That's fair." Blaine pulled his phone out and took a step back. "I'm going to take them anyway."
"No please, I haven't done my hair."
"Neither had I."
"But you look sexy with your messy, bed head. I look like a prepubescent teen."
"No, you look someone who had the night of their life." Blaine kissed Kurt's neck before pulling away and walking toward the steps. "We both have a long day ahead of us, time to get moving."
"What a tease." Kurt murmured after him, making Blaine turn and blow a kiss.
Blaine walked Kurt down to the lobby first. He took him to the door and introduced him to Samson, telling Samson the same thing he had told Paul the night before. Kurt was convinced they were twins and knew he would mess their names up at least once.
Then Blaine took them over to reception. He asked them for the spare elevator key so Kurt would be able to get up to Blaine's apartment when he needed to. After thanking reception, he pulled Kurt toward a door on the other side of the lobby.
They walked down a flight of stairs and Blaine led Kurt to the garage. There were cars parked all throughout in marked spaces. Blaine led him all the way to the corner where his cars were parked behind a gate.
"Fancy." Kurt whistled, and Blaine nudged his arm.
"It's just like a homeowner having a garage."
"Sure it is, Blaine."
He opened the gate and gave Kurt the key. Kurt hopped into the driver's side. When he heard SUV, he didn't usually think luxury, but this was basically just like the Audi only bigger.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride to the studio?"
"No, I could use the fresh air. Do you know how to get out of here?"
"Yep."
"You're acting really giddy."
Kurt giggled. "My dad would be really proud of the number of nice cars I've been in this week alone."
"Well he will have to give them a try sometime. Drive safe. I'll see you later." Blaine walked around and kissed Kurt through the window before stepping back and letting him drive off. He closed the gate and began his walk to the studio.
Kurt was always weird in churches. It's not that he was absolutely appalled by religion. He didn't believe in God, but that didn't mean he hated people that did. After all, his best friend did.
"Kurt?" Kurt turned to Mercedes who approached him from a few pews over still wearing her choral gown. "Boy, are you lost?"
"Hilarious. Are you about done? We are going shopping today."
"I suppose I could wrap up. Everyone's pretty much beat anyway. I think Jesus has heard us enough for one day." She walked over to the slumped group of choir singers. "That's a wrap everyone. Have a blessed day, I will see you all tomorrow morning."
She went into a back room and returned a few minutes later without her gown. "Why so urgent?"
"Come on. I'll tell you in the car."
"Car?" Mercedes rushed after Kurt who was booking it for the stained-glass doors that led to the sidewalk.
"Boy, what did you have to do for that."
"That's the thing, I didn't have to do anything. Not that we didn't do anything." Kurt's cheeks grew red, he wouldn't be able to look at a piano without getting an erection for a while. "But I actually had to talk him out of giving me the keys to his Audi for the day."
"Okay. I'm on board. Where are we shopping?"
"We are going furniture shopping."
"Furniture?" Kurt pushed Mercedes into the SUV before running to the driver's side and excitedly getting in.
He pulled out his wallet and held up the card Blaine had given him.
"No. He didn't."
"He told me to redecorate his apartment."
"Kurt, this all seems kind of fishy and quick. Is there a catch somewhere? He's not your sugar daddy, is he?"
"No, Mercedes I'm serious I have thought of every possible way this could be a trick but each time I think I've found something, he proves me completely wrong. He trusts me entirely and I trust him. He makes me feel so safe. I never thought it could be like this. I mean the whole thing feels like a fairytale with the extravagance and nice cars and penthouse apartment, but if it were just him and I in a studio apartment waking up to each other it would be just as perfect."
"Awww." Mercedes was tearing up and she pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug. "Then let's get going we have shopping to do!"
Kurt giggled as he sped off and they began their quest to make over Blaine's apartment.
Kurt showed up to the studio around 5 with coffee and snacks courtesy of the Lima Bean. The person at the front desk didn't even ask him what he was there for she just took him straight back to Blaine.
When he walked in, Wes had headphones on focused on his laptop and Blaine was leaning against the soundboard watching Wes work.
"Hey guys, I brought food." Wes whipped around, apparently what he was working on wasn't as important as the quiche Kurt had delivered.
"You're the best!" He grabbed food and coffee from Kurt and went back to work.
Blaine strode over to him and took what was left, giving Kurt a peck on the cheek.
"If you don't mind my asking," Wes spoke through a mouth full of food. "What's going on with you two. Your conquests don't usually hang around."
Blaine looked to Kurt who nodded and smiled lightly. "Kurt is actually my boyfriend." Kurt raised an eyebrow. They had never used the term before, but Blaine tasted it on his tongue, and it felt right.
"Boyfriends? Huh didn't see that coming." Wes just looked impressed then turned back to his laptop.
"Boyfriends?" Kurt looked over to Blaine and smiled.
"Yeah, I thought it would sound weird coming out of my mouth, but it didn't, it felt right. Almost inaccurate like we're not just boyfriends or something."
"Blaine Anderson is my boyfriend." Kurt thought about it a minute then smiled. "I like the sound of that."
Kurt let the guys finish their coffee and food before asking about their day. Blaine went on about how they'd actually accomplished quite a bit. After today, they had four out of twelve songs finished. Two were still unwritten and one just needed reworked. Aside from those, all the others were ready to record.
"So we are actually ahead of schedule so far. Well as much as we can be for restarting completely, we kind of thought we would be working around the clock."
"Does that mean you're not working around the clock tonight?" Kurt smiled hopefully, he really wanted to take Blaine home.
"I think we are going to record one more before heading out. But you are more than welcome to stay until I've finished."
"I feel like I will have heard every track on here before it's released." Kurt joked but he was dying on the inside at the thought that he had this kind of behind the scenes access.
"I assure you. Not all of them. I have to keep the mystery alive somehow."
"Enthralling." Kurt spoke lightly in Blaine's ear.
"If you two are quite finished?" Wes cleared his throat and nodded toward the recording room.
"Yeah. Sorry, Wes." Blaine patted Kurt's knee then jogged into the other room and took up his guitar. Wes had his headphones on so Kurt couldn't hear anything only saw Blaine strum his guitar and move his lips.
He had his eyes closed for most of the song. When he got to the second verse he looked into Kurt's eyes and smiled. His performance seemed to come alive despite the lack of noise on Kurt's side. Kurt tried to read his lips to catch the lyrics with no luck. Blaine was serious about keeping the mystery, he was sitting behind a giant glass window, yet Kurt couldn't read him.
After recording the song a few times, Wes called it a day. They would pick it back up tomorrow, working with what they already had to fine tune it as Blaine worked on writing and composing.
Blaine tapped at his phone as he came out of the recording studio. "Sorry I'm just checking real quick how Santana is handling the photo from this morning. I hope she doesn't try to get me to go out like Sebastian did after the homeless man picture."
He tapped through his sites checking the responses. Santana had only made a post on Blaine's twitter retweeting the picture with the caption, A man's gotta eat. Especially after a long night. ;)
Instead of upsetting Blaine it only made him laugh. Had Sebastian written that he would have been pissed, but the fact that Santana knew the truth made him realize the tweet was literally just about Kurt it didn't imply that he was sleeping around so directly like the other one's did.
He closed out of all his social media sites and opened his messages.
Sebastian: Probably should confiscate your one night stands' phones so they don't get pics of you being domestic. Hire a maid you're a fucking rockstar.
Sebastian: Also, how is the album coming? I thought you would have it finished by yesterday. Is Wes being useless like always? Tell him to get on it.
Santana: Sorry to bother you while you undoubtedly have your dick up Kurt's ass, but you should probably do a live chat tonight. Fans are getting antsy since there have been no singles released off the album and they have very little information about it. Let some stuff "leak."
Blaine groaned after reading his texts. He sat beside Kurt and rolled his head onto his shoulder as he answered them
Sebastian
Blaine: I don't need a maid I have hands. If you don't believe me just ask what's his face from last night. Jessie…Jeremey… Something like that. By the way there has been a bit of a problem with the album, so you probably won't get a rough cut until right before release. It's not Wes I just wanted to rework a few songs.
Sebastian: What a tease ;)
Blaine sneered and closed out of Sebastian's messages. He opened up Santana's
Santana
Blaine: My dick is not currently up Kurt's ass thank you very much. Some of us actually work instead of fooling around with people's assistant managers. I guess Kurt and I can prolong the time until our next batch of steaming sex adventures until after a live chat. But if I fuck it up you have to do all the fixing, you know how bad I am at these.
Santana: You'll be fine just remember if the teenage girls get too crazy lift your shirt a little. They will go into shock and leave you alone. Go get 'em tiger!
"Alright well it looks like I have to do a live chat at some point tonight."
"Great! You should do it from your apartment!" Kurt pulled Blaine out of the couch and ran across the room to grab his jacket and toss it at him.
"Okay. Relax I'm coming." He followed after Kurt, nearly sprinting to keep up with the taller man.
"Wait what did you mean by fooling around with people's assistant managers?" Kurt paused and looked back at Blaine who had a guilty smile.
"I didn't say anything."
"Damnit Brittney!" Blaine laughed and grabbed Kurt's hand to keep him from speeding off again.
Blaine pulled his phone out and opened twitter.
Live chat tonight. Keep your eyes open because I'm coming at you.
"For being such a great lyricist, you're super awkward at tweeting." Kurt chuckled.
"Why did you think I hired so many people to be in charge of social media and PR." Blaine laughed at his own ineptitude. "I suck at social media. I'm dreading this live chat."
Kurt walked closer to Blaine's side. "I'll help you through it from the other side of the camera."
With each step closer to Blaine's apartment Kurt seemed to grow more and more excited. After parking the SUV and heading up to the lobby, Kurt was excitedly clapping. After getting on the elevator, Kurt squealed and pulled his ascot off his neck. He wrapped it around Blaine's eyes.
"Seems like something a kidnapper would do."
"Well kidnappers and I have that in common." Kurt whispered in Blaine's ears, bringing up their incredible night on the yacht.
"Why are you blindfolding me, though?"
"So you'll be surprised."
"I'm pretty surprised at being blindfolded." The elevator man chuckled quietly before clearing his throat and opening the doors.
"You are home, Mr. Anderson. Mr. Hummel." He nodded, and Kurt gave him a smile as he pushed Blaine into his living room.
"Are you ready?"
"Kurt, there is no way it is done."
"I asked if you were ready." Kurt let one hand glide down Blaine's back and squeeze his ass.
"Yes." Kurt removed the ascot with a flick and Blaine gasped. He thought maybe Kurt was just excited with what he had accomplished so far but holy shit, he actually finished it!
"Kurt, it's…." Blaine turned back to Kurt with sadness in his eyes.
"It's not done. So I know it doesn't look great. I'm still searching for some of the records to finish up the walls. You know what you hate it, that's okay I can return everything still." Kurt was fueling his own fire. Blaine could hardly get a word in edgewise.
"Kurt it's perfect. I didn't even realize it wasn't done yet because it looks so good." Blaine walked around, touching the furniture, looking up at all the album covers on the wall. He walked past the side table then stopped and stepped backwards.
"Kurt is that—"
"The deathly hollows lamp? Yeah I found it when looking at one of the used records stores."
Blaine slowly turned towards him. He took a few steps then sprinted and crashed into Kurt, bringing him down to the ground. They lay sprawled on the white fur rug. "I'm going to take you right here on this rug. You put a deathly hollows lamp in my living room. You are seriously the greatest, you know that right?"
"If whatever is tucked in your pocket is any indication, then I would say yeah I know I'm the greatest." Blaine laughed and leaned over Kurt kissing him and ruffling his clothes.
"Blaine, don't get too worked up. You made a promise to your fans."
"Oh right. Well I better get it over with." He pushed off Kurt and offered a hand to pull him up.
Live chat in five minutes. Get your questions ready.
Kurt brushed through Blaine's hair with his fingers. He had used gel this morning, so it was slicked back for the most part. He tugged on his shirt to make it look like he hadn't tackled his boyfriend to the ground.
"Do I look okay?"
"You look hot and if I were a horny teenage girl, I would have so many questions for you. Number one: how big is it?"
"God, you have no idea how many of those I have to scroll through."
He handed his phone to Kurt. Kurt opened it up and made sure the camera was on Blaine and not him. Blaine set up his laptop so he could view the questions.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Kurt pressed a few buttons on the phone then pointed to Blaine who instantly turned into Blaine Anderson, Rockstar.
"Hey everyone. How's your night going. I'm super excited to be here in my lovely home answering all your questions, so hit me with em'"
He scrolled down his screen, his eyes glazing through a multitude of questions.
"Okay well there are quite a few asking why there hasn't been a single from the new album released. My answer is that good things come to those who wait. So be patient my dearest fans and you will get what you desire. Truth is, I'm super excited about this upcoming album. I want it to be perfect. We took a little different direction with it and I think you all will love it."
He looked down at his screen and smiled. "Aww I love you guys too."
"Okay." He scrolled a few more. "As I said in my last live chat don't bother to ask how big my dick is, I am not planning on giving you an exact size. By my measurements though it's about twenty "Oh Blaine"s long." He winked at the camera and Kurt chuckled out loud. He slapped his hand over his mouth too late.
Endless amounts of "Who's holding the camera?" questions flooded Blaine's screen.
"Ah yes. That charming chuckle you heard came from a good friend of mine who is holding the camera for me, so my strumming arm doesn't get tired." He tried to laugh it off and move on, but speculation kept coming in.
He frowned down at the next question. "Is it your manager and supposed lover, Sebastian?" he repeated trying to smile. "The world may never know."
"Any other questions I can answer for you guys about the upcoming tours or albums?"
"To those asking why it's such a short US tour. I apologize I wish I could visit every town from here to LA but unfortunately taking the tour to Europe cut into some American time, but I love my European fans out there just as much as you guys."
"No, the tour dates and places are pretty set in stone. Though I am thinking of making a stop in my hometown along the way, so Columbus might be added to the tour schedule."
Blaine scrolled through, stopping on one more before getting ready to end it.
"Thank you for those that said they like my apartment. I'm pretty keen about it myself. I had the best interior designer in all of Manhattan redecorate it for me. He really is a vision. I mean a visionary." Blaine looked up at Kurt for a second too long, and his screen was flooded with more questions about the mystery man behind the camera.
"As always it has been incredible chatting with you guys. Get ready for the release of my album, Into the Crazy in just under two weeks. Have a good night and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Kurt closed out of the camera and gave him the all clear.
"Blaine, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have laughed out loud, that probably caused a shit storm for you."
"It did. But it's okay. In fact, it's good. People think it's not Sebastian and that's really all I can ask for. I would rather be with mystery camera man than that jackass."
His phone buzzed in Kurt's hand and Kurt looked at the screen before handing it to Blaine. "I'm sorry."
"Shit." Blaine took the phone and answered it. Kurt knew for a fact that he had to be quiet now, it was one thing to be mystery camera man but to have Sebastian hear him there would be absolute havoc.
"Sebastian, what's up? Did you see that chat?"
"Blaine. What the hell? Who was holding the camera?"
"Uh Santana."
"I mean I've had my doubts, but Santana is not a man and that laugh came from a man."
"I asked Samson to do it."
"Piss off, Blaine. Tell me the truth."
"I thought it would help. I had Wes do it and I pretended like it was you or a hook up or anybody. I made it like an insert your own fantasy type thing. I thought if there was mystery it would intrigue the fans."
"Well there are twitter storms with fan theories about who it is." Sebastian sighed. "I even saw one fan trying to zoom in on a window reflection and pixelate it to see if it would show mystery man's face."
"Let them. They won't find out."
"Just finish this damn album so we can get through the release and tour and get paid."
"That's just what I want Sebastian. To just get fucking paid and move on. Go back to scouring the globe for unnecessary large stages. I should just go back to singing on the streets."
"Blaine Ander—" Blaine hung his phone up and threw it at the couch. It bounced off and landed lightly on the carpeted floor.
"Blaine." Kurt slowly approached him. He was rubbing his eyes with his hands and pulling his hair out of its gel.
"I'm sorry to be like that in front of you."
"You don't have to be sorry. What can I do to help?"
"I wish there was something but there isn't I just have to go through it."
"Not alone." Kurt reminded him and pushed him toward the piano. Blaine sat at the bench and hunched over. He began playing and Kurt started the lyrics.
I've been alone. Surrounded by darkness
And I've seen how heartless the world can be
And I've seen you crying. You feel like it's hopeless.
I'll always do my best. To make you see.
That baby you're not alone. Cuz you're here with me
And nothings ever gonna bring you down
Cuz nothing can keep me from loving you
And you know it's true.
It don't matter what will come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through.
Kurt was about to continue singing when the piano stopped abruptly. Out of nowhere Blaine was pressing into him. His tongue was licking along Kurt's lips begging for entry. He was nipping at the soft pink of Kurt's mouth. His breath was heavy and desperate.
"Kurt, I love you so much. We've known each other for less than a week but something about this feels so right. When I called you boyfriend earlier, it felt good, but it also felt so temporary and not like we were bound to break up soon temporary. I want to spend every second of every day with you. When you are gone you are all I think about. When you're at work tomorrow, I will have to hire you a bodyguard to keep me away from you." Kurt laughed at Blaine's desperation to see him. He felt the same way, but he didn't know how to put it into words.
"This whole time it's not like I've been getting to know you, it's like I've been remembering you from somewhere. Every part of this feels right and I want to give you the world. I want to be your world like you are mine, right here and right now."
"Blaine what exactly is it that you are trying to say?" Kurt thought there was a theme in his speech, but he figured he was imagining it.
"I'm saying Kurt. That I want to marry you someday. And it doesn't have to be soon. But I want to know that when the time is right and when you feel comfortable. And of course, if you want to that you might feel the same way."
"Blaine." Kurt gasped. It was almost like a proposal though, it echoed more similarly to a promise. "I love you too and I completely understand what you are saying about feeling like we've known each other this whole time and are just catching up, but you can't tie yourself down. You're a celebrity. Your manager will have your guts if you take yourself off the market."
"I've always thought the committed people were way hotter." Blaine whispered. His eyes were pleading, and Kurt wanted to tell him yes with every part of his being, but there was a part of his brain that thought it was a bad idea. Most likely the part that was his dad saying, "Listen kid, I don't think it's a good idea." He heard it clearly but wanted to ignore it.
"Okay." Kurt rationalized with himself for a moment. "Why don't we just—"
"Wait sorry. I actually forgot something." Blaine left the piano bench and ran upstairs; he returned a moment later with his hand in a fist.
He kneeled on the ground between Kurt's legs and opened his hand. A silver ring with a few inset diamonds sparkled on his palm.
"An engagement ring?"
"A promise ring." Blaine corrected.
"A promise of what?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"A promise that we will get through the crazy together. That we will always be there for each other whether it be a particularly rude customer or an outrageous journalist. Whether it be money troubles or life troubles we will always look to each other for support. And when the crazy calms down and it feels like it's just us. We will make it an engagement and get married."
"It all seems so sudden."
"And I promised I would ease you into my world, I'm sorry." Blaine took this as the beginning of a no and started to close his fingers.
"But I want to do it. I want to keep these promises." Kurt let Blaine slide the ring on his right hand. "I did tell you only one extravagance a day."
"That's actually mine. I saw it in a pawn shop in Ohio forever ago. It called to me kind of like the ring of power. I guess I knew even then that it would fit perfectly on your hand alone."
"It is my taste."
"Do you want to stay here again tonight?" Blaine whispered into the air between them."
"Absolutely." Blaine stood and led Kurt up to his room, and surprisingly they went right to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.