Ch. 108
Hunter was saved from having the conversation with his husband by his parents rushing into the hospital room. They looked sleep deprived and weary, and Hunter felt awful for, once again, making everyone come running because he hadn't taken care of himself. They fawned over him for a good long time, made sure he was well, and capable of sitting up long enough to get himself into a wheelchair, then escorted him out, Sebastian in tow.
The ride home in the Clarington's vehicle was quiet, none of them having the energy to say much, and they knew Hunter was weak and Sebastian was tired. Neil glanced in the rearview mirror more often than not, and grinned sleepily when he saw his son all but passed out on Sebastian's shoulder, his husband's arms wound tightly around him. Gwen Clarington insisted that her husband stop at one of her favorite delis and she ordered enough chicken soup and sandwiches for a small army. Nevertheless, Sebastian was grateful…starving, and grateful.
Everyone made it up to Hunter and Seb's apartment and the Claringtons stayed just long enough to force food into them and make sure the boys were settled and didn't need anything. They took their leave and promised to be back the following day. The two exhausted men made their way into their bedroom and into bed and quickly fell into a deep slumber but not before Sebastian reminded Hunter of conversations to come.
"Tomorrow, we talk about things," he said.
"T'morrow…uh huh. Tired, Seb. But ok…t'morrow. Love you."
"I love you, too, Hunter…more than anything.
"Ok, ok, you win. I had no idea there was this much…and I have even less of an idea where I'm going to put it all," Kurt griped. Blaine grinned, knowing Kurt didn't often admit defeat.
"We don't have to unpack every single thing today, Kurt. We have time…and space. Put it in the guest room until you can sort it out and we'll do it a little at a time," Blaine told him. Kurt walked over and hung his arms over Blaine's shoulders.
"I love you for that…for the 'we'll do it' remark. You could very easily say 'that's your stuff and you deal with it, Kurt,' but you haven't. Thank you."
"You know better than that. If you need me, I'm here. That's what we're about, always. And I love you, too. More today than yesterday but not as much as tomorrow," Blaine grinned.
"If you start singing Spiral Staircase-" Kurt began, then cut himself off as Blaine's eyebrows shot up, just waiting for him to finish the sentence. "I'll listen to every word and probably join you," he laughed. Blaine laughed along with him.
"Just don't throw fruit this time and we'll be fine," Blaine teased.
"I said I was sorry, for goodness sake, Blaine!" Kurt huffed, but he was well aware that his fiancé was teasing him. They moved boxes from the landing into the spare room for the time being and then collapsed on the sofa, leaning into one another.
"Do you think we should go down and check on Hunter and Seb?"
"I'm sure they're fine, Kurt, but if you want to, you absolutely should. It'll ease your mind."
"I just…I keep thinking…what if it had been you? What if I'd been in Paris and found out you were ill and I needed to get home quickly. I can't imagine the panic and the anxiety. Sebastian has to be exhausted just from that alone."
"And now I hope it's clear why I didn't call you when they summoned me to Lima to see about your dad?"
"Yes. You knew I'd worry and panic, and I'd have wondered if you were telling me the whole situation or just placating me until I could get home. I get it, and you get me, and for that I'm eternally grateful."
"Go check on them, Kurt. It'll be a nice gesture, and if you wanted to make them some of those cookies Hunter loves to take with you, that'd be a swell plan as well…maybe a double batch?" Blaine suggested, his eyes wide like a hopeful child. Kurt just grinned and rolled his eyes.
"You're about as smooth as sandpaper, Anderson. I'll make you some cookies if you'll play for me?" Kurt asked, nodding toward the piano.
"Gladly, kind sir. Do you have any requests?"
"Only about a dozen or so. That ought to keep you busy for a bit."
"My God, Kurt, these are fantastic. I knew you were baking something. I could smell it. We sat down here in bed, curled up together and hoped you'd share…while you serenaded us," Hunter mumbled, nodding toward Blaine, his mouth full of Kurt's oatmeal-raisin cookies. "Ohm'godsogood"
"Mmhmm, and still warm from the oven," Sebastian agreed. "Oh, hey, will you take some of this food home with you? Hunter's mom ordered food last night and I thought they'd stay and eat, but they left all of it here and went home. We have enough soup and sandwiches to last us for a week and I don't wanna eat the same thing every day until May," Sebastian asked, his eyes pleading.
"If you have too much," Kurt said, unsure he wanted to take their food away.
"Too much? There are three, foot-long subs in there as well as six quarts of chicken noodle soup! We'll be eating soup and sandwiches, three meals a day, for the next two weeks, man. My handsome husband doesn't have much of an appetite yet, so it'd be up to me to make it all go away before it goes bad. Take pity, you guys?"
Blaine laughed, then shook his head at them. "We'll help you out. We'll be spending the week trying to find a place for Kurt's high-end thrift store that we just brought home from Lima. It'll save us from cooking after long days of hanging up clothing in just the right way, of course."
"Shut up!" Kurt said, batting him with a pillow. "It's not that bad!"
"Oh my God, Kurt, it SO is that bad…" Blaine teased. "If you guys could only see this selection of divine duds you'd fall over, mark my words. Never seen anything like it."
"Keep it up, Anderson. See if my vintage Westwood makes it onto your body at any point in our lives," Kurt threatened looking down his nose. Blaine breathed out a sigh and shook his head.
"Ok…they're gone. I'd really like to have that talk now," Sebastian said as he closed the door behind Kurt and Blaine. The two had come down to check on them and brought cookies, and who the hell was he to kick them out when they brought cookies?
"Seb…"
"No…no 'Seb…' with the puppy dog eyes. Just…please tell me what's going on? What was McGinty talking about?"
With a deep breath, that still kind of hurt his chest a little, Hunter let his shoulders slump and sat back comfortably on the sofa.
"Sit…please?" He asked softly, and Sebastian did so. "First and foremost, please understand that this isn't something I kept from you on purpose. It's not some big secret, Sebastian, it's just…a lot. It's something we don't talk about much because it really upsets my mom, still, to this day, so please know that I'd rather you didn't bring it up unless she does."
"Fair enough," Sebastian replied, head tilted as he watched Hunter wrestle with what he was planning to say. With a deep breath, he continued speaking.
"I told you I was a military brat, right? We traveled a lot, moved a lot, really, and I went to so many schools as a kid it would make your head spin. Sometimes it felt like every year was a new school and I…I kind of hated it. I never said so to my dad because my mom was very adamant that he was doing his job and that's why we moved a lot, and we weren't to make him upset about it. He knew, she said. He knew it wasn't easy for us, moving all the time, but it was his job. Who was I, as a child, to say anything about that? Still, there was one thing that made it easier, bearable, really because without…" Hunter faltered, letting his eyes fall closed as he did so.
"Babe?"
"I'm good…give me a second," Hunter asked, sounding quite tired.
"We can—"
"No, you asked and you deserve to know. I'm just…it's hard. We were on our way to a new town, once again, and it was awful out. I was worried that the moving van would get lost and all of our things would be gone. It was storming, you see, and everything I owned was in that van," he chuckled weakly. "But the most important thing in my world was beside me in the backseat….my twin sister, Hannah," he said, eyes on his lap.
Sebastian's eyes went wide, immediately understanding that something wasn't right at all. Hunter had never mentioned having a sister. What had happened to her? Why would anything that happened at the hospital make Hunter upset just because –
"Oh, God, Hunter…no."
"As I said, we were moving again, driving to our new house. The storm was really bad and it was dark. I remember sitting in the back seat holding Hannah's hand and just…both of us were scared. My dad had given us 'the look', so we knew we should just sit back and be quiet as he drove. Mom was quiet as well. The rain…it was just pouring down and…and some damn fool ran a light and…" Hunter paused again, this time with a tear escaping his eye as he took a deep breath and Sebastian tugged him closer.
"Hunter, Jesus…why didn't you tell me?"
"As I said, we don't talk about it. Mom was absolutely devastated beyond words, obviously, and Dad shut down completely, blaming himself. It was 100% the other driver's fault, but Dad always said he should have been paying closer attention or he should have pulled over well before then because the rain was so bad. Everyone was distraught and I was…just…alone, for way too long. They took us to the hospital with Hannah and I think they pretty much forgot I was still around for a while. Mom and Dad had gone with the ambulance and an officer offered to take me. She was nice, but she couldn't stay there with me all night, so she eventually left. I sat in that ER waiting room, by myself, for hours just wondering what the heck was going on. I had a scratchy blanket wrapped around me and the nurses took turns giving me pitying looks and bringing me hot chocolate, but I felt like my parents were gone for days. I didn't know what was going on, just that the other car had hit Hannah's side of our vehicle and Hannah hadn't been moving when I woke up and the ambulance was pulling away. I was soaking wet because they'd had to cut the top of the car off to get her out…but I walked away without a scratch. And Hannah died that night. My sister was gone…my best friend, my twin, my partner in crime. That fast she'd been taken away from us and I didn't get to say goodbye or anything."
"Oh my God, Love, why the hell have you kept all this bottled up inside you all this time. You know I'd listen. I'll always listen, Hunter…always. I'm so sorry. That had to be unbearable. How old were you at the time?"
"Um…I was nine. Our tenth birthday would have been the following month. Needless to say, there was no party that year, no cake and no presents. It was just another day and I didn't dare say a word about it to my parents. They'd already had numerous meltdowns when we were unpacking the new house. Every time we'd come across a box of Hannah's things, my Mom would shut down all over again and lock herself in the bedroom for the day. Dad finally had to have someone come in and go through all of the boxes and put Hannah's things in the garage attic. But…since then, Mom's gone to therapy and Dad has finally realized that there was nothing he could have done, short of not driving anywhere that night at all. The other guy was drunk, it was dark and it was raining like crazy. The perfect storm, if you will. And I lost my best friend that night because of it...so…now you know why I don't often drink more than one or two. And why I was so distraught the night of the storm here. The ambulance came in and that poor little girl…oh God, Seb…it was like it was happening all over again. Despite the fact that I'm a grown ass man, I couldn't shake it. I did my job, I tried so very hard to do whatever I could, but we couldn't save her. Truthfully, they said she was all but gone on the way in. She'd lost a lot of blood, had massive head injuries, etc, but I tried so hard, Seb, and her brother was in the waiting room with her parents…"
"Baby…I know you tried. Everyone knows you do your damnedest every time you go in there, but sometimes, it's not meant to be. Love, I'm so sorry. I wish I'd known…"
"Well, you couldn't have known. Mom took all but one photo down. It's of Hannah and me on our 9th birthday. It's in the den…and I don't think you've been in the den at Mom and Dad's have you?"
"No…haven't been in the den. Been in the family room, the dining room, the parlor, the kitchen…and most memorably, YOUR room…but not the den," Sebastian said, giving his husband a flirty grin. Hunter had talked it all out, given Seb the information he was seeking and now he looked utterly exhausted. "Thank you for telling me, Hunter. I'm sorry…so very sorry that you had to deal with all that as a child. It's never a convenient time to lose someone, but you were so young. I have one more question, though."
"Mmhmm?" Hunter asked, obviously sleepy again.
"How did McGinty know? Why did you tell him and not me?" Sebastian asked, maybe a little miffed, but surely not saying so.
With a humorless chuckle, Hunter shook his head. "McGinty was an intern in the ER that night when they brought Hannah in. He took it pretty hard when he lost her, and when he found out about me…well, if there was anyone who felt almost as bad as my parents, it was him. He came out to get me in the waiting room when he heard I was there. He brought me back to my parents who were so obviously distraught that they were unresponsive at best. I stayed with him the rest of the night, following him around the hospital because they'd had to give my mom a sedative and my dad had just passed out from sheer exhaustion in her room. He was good to me, Seb, and I never forgot that. If I end up half the doctor that he is, I'll be doing a helluva job."
Sebastian nodded, unsure what he could say to that, but certain Hunter would be every bit as good at his job as Dr. McGinty was, maybe even better.
"I'm sorry, Love…so very sorry you had to go through all that. I'm sorry you lost her. I'd have loved to meet your sister."
"Yeah…me too…sorry, that is. She was pretty fantastic. Thank you…for just listening and not interrupting me with a thousand questions. It's easier to get it all out in one go, ya know?"
"Yeah…I can imagine. Let's get you back into bed, ok? You look exhausted and I want you to rest."
Sebastian walked with Hunter to their bedroom and tucked him under the covers. He started to walk away when he heard Hunter's almost whispered words.
"Stay with me?"
"Always, Babe…always."
"Seb?"
"Hmmm?"
"Hannah would have loved you."
"So, we have to talk baby showers, Maggie," Kurt said, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah? I don't think that's necessary, I mean, I already have two kids and I've had a shower, so people will probably think –"
"I'm sorry, at what point did you think this was debatable?" Kurt teased. "No sister in law of mine is going to go without a fantastic baby shower. Exactly how much of Evee and Mattie's stuff do you have left?"
"Um…not much, really. I thought I was finished having kids, if we're being honest. I mean, who wants to shack up with a frumpy mother of two and –"
"ME! Oh, me! Let me do it!" Cooper boomed, coming around the corner from the bedroom and plopping down on the sofa next to her looking like a wide-eyed puppy dog. She laughed along with Kurt and then rolled her eyes at him, snuggling in closely. "Frumpy my ass. You're the hottest MILF in all of NYC, Mags," he laughed.
"I'm a what? What's a milf?"
"Seriously? It's a 'mom I'd like to—"
"OKAYYYY, that's enough of that!" Kurt yelled loudly, eyes wide as Blaine whipped the door to the apartment open with Evee and Mattie in tow.
"We got ice cream, Coop!" Mattie yelled, smile bright and face covered in chocolate dairy goodness.
"So you did. I can hear your Mom's brain working now, as we speak, saying 'oh thank God that shirt is navy and not white…" Cooper laughed.
"And you'd be right!" Maggie laughed as well. "Mattie…napkin, please. There's more of that stuff on your face than there is in the cone, honey."
"I got a bowl and a spoon," Evee explained, holding hers out for inspection. "And they have that marshmallow stuff for on top that makes it better and Uncle Blaine got me a double scoop of it—"
"Evee! We were supposed to make that our secret!" Blaine stage whispered, interrupting the little girl. Her eyes went wide as she recalled their secret.
"Oh, um…I mean, Uncle Blaine said you told him just one scoop would be fine, so that's what we got. I'm going to my room now!" she exclaimed and then scampered away. Maggie gave Blaine the snake eye.
"Sorry, Mags. I mean, they're just so persuasive when they use those puppy dog eyes on me!" Blaine exclaimed. "What was I supposed to do!?"
"Uh huh…like the Anderson brothers don't have the market cornered on those puppy dog eyes," Kurt deadpanned.
"Truth…" Maggie offered, fist bumping Kurt.
"So, back to the shower. Any thoughts? Because it's going to happen, and it's gonna be life changing, so you may as well give in and just give me what I want," Kurt grinned.
"That's what she said," Cooper murmured, flipping through the TV channels. Maggie slugged him with a sofa pillow and Blaine slapped him in the head.
"What!? Owwww, shit, man! I'm just sayin'!"
"You're an idiot. Kurt, I think it's very nice that you want to have a shower for Maggie. Count me in," Blaine grinned.
"I'll allow it…however, you and Cooper will be in charge of helping right up until the shower, and then your job is to take Mattie and Evee out for a fantastic day of fun so they don't feel left out."
"Done!"
"Now, Maggie, I need a list of names and addresses….."
"So have you picked a venue or anything yet?" Jeff asked, but Kurt was busy shuffling paperwork across his desk.
"THIS isn't what I'm supposed to be doing!" Kurt growled. "I'm design, patterns, fabric, notions…not this…this MESS!"
Jeff's brows rose. He hadn't see Kurt this frustrated with work and wound up in a while. But then again, he hadn't been to the loft in a while, either. He and Blaine had been working on the school and everything there was to do in order to get it ready for the Fall semester. Jeff felt like he was living in the old theater, even falling asleep there some evenings when he paused to just 'catch his breath for a minute'. Nick was not at all amused.
"Why do you have all this paperwork all over?" Jeff asked.
"We're shorthanded. Megan had to leave, unexpectedly, to go home to California. Her mother fell ill and needed her home…" Kurt trailed off. "We're all chipping in to make sure everything gets ordered correctly," he finished. "Tori is completely overwhelmed trying to answer the phones, make sure things get ordered and make sure David is where he's supposed to be at all times, ya know?"
"I thought Maggie was coming to work with you?" Jeff asked.
"She was. She is, but not until after the baby comes. I'm not even sure how long she wants to take off after the baby arrives. It could be months before we have her here. As far as I'm concerned, she can't get here soon enough. Aaggghhhh!" Kurt nearly roared. Jeff jumped about a foot.
"Jesus, Kurt!" he hissed. "A little warning next time, man!"
"I'm losing my mind, I swear…"
"Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go grab some lunch, which is why I'm here if you'll recall, and then I'm going to come back here with you and I'll sort out all this stuff, ok? I used to do this, I can do this again. Just calm down. Did you have breakfast? Of course you didn't," Jeff answered for Kurt with a smirk. "It's almost 2 pm and you're hungry. I never realized that the Snickers commercial is legit, dude…"
"Smartass…" Kurt chuckled against his better judgment. "You don't have to do that."
"I know I don't, but I will because you're my friend and I hate to see you like this. So let's get going. The sooner we get out of here the sooner we get back."
They had lunch at a swanky little place around the corner that had just opened up. Kurt wasn't impressed with the service but the food was good, so he didn't complain too much. They chatted over lunch about the school and where Jeff was in terms of State regulated 'stuff' which Kurt was certain was important but knew little to nothing about.
"It's bizarre, really," Jeff explained. "We're not even really 'open' and nobody should know about us yet, but we've had a slew of phone calls recently asking about classes, when we open, tuition and fees, etc. I'm not sure how people are finding out about us, but they are, and I'm totally stoked. In fact, Blaine's interviewing a few people today to get someone to answer the phones and he's insistent that we have an 'office' set up in order to handle these things. I was kicked out…" Jeff trailed off, shoving food into his mouth and rolling his eyes. Kurt chuckled at the look on his face.
"Why, pray tell, were you kicked out?"
"Blaine says I'm too picky. Scratch that…he said 'persnickety', actually. Who the hell talks like that? I mean, of course I'm picky. This is my life, my work, my…my place. I want it all to be perfect! I can answer the damn phone and I don't need someone else to do that!"
"Hmm, ok, and?"
"Apparently I'm…overzealous," Jeff mumbled.
"Noo! Youuu?" Kurt gasped, feigning surprise, barely hiding the grin threatening to escape.
"Shut your yap, Hummel. You're the same when it comes to your fashion stuff!" Jeff huffed.
"Of course I am! We're crazy about our passions, Jeff. But I also know there's no way I'm good at answering phones and doing all that paperwork. It'd never get done if left to me…well, not done well anyway. Delegate, my friend. You can do this."
"Apparently I can't, so Blaine took over. That's fine. I'm sure he's a better judge of character anyway. He's better with people…"
"He's good with people, yes. Not that you aren't, but he can distance himself with this. He'll find someone, Jeff. Don't you worry, and it'll free you up to do what has to be done to finish and open up in the fall."
"I hope so. Ok, so…you ready? Let's head back to the loft and straighten you out, then you'll be able to concentrate on just clothes, Kurtie."
"Yeah, I don't think there's a chance in hell you're gonna 'straighten me out', Sterling…not when I have that man waiting for me at home," Kurt grinned lewdly. He and Blaine hadn't had a good, long romp in bed in too long since Kurt had been in Paris, then they'd been staying at Burt's, then they rushed back and spent the night in the hospital with Hunter. Kurt was craving Blaine and had to tamp down on his own meandering mind in order to stand up and walk out comfortably. The rest of the afternoon only wore him down more. Before leaving the loft he sent Blaine a text message that said, simply, "I want you," and grinned when he received a reply with the little smiley faced, heart eyed emoji in return.
That evening Kurt was equally wound up and anxious. Work had his nerves a little frayed and if Jeff hadn't stepped in to help, Kurt was sure he would have busted a gasket that afternoon. All he wanted to do was get home to Blaine and spend some quality time together. He'd left the loft early in order to shop for some fabric before heading home. Kurt knew exactly what he wanted, but he just couldn't seem to put his hands on it anywhere in the city. He'd spent almost two hours searching through piles and bolts of fabric before finally finding something that might work. He'd just have to cross his fingers and hope for the best.
He was so lost in his own mind that he nearly missed his stop on the train. He sprinted up the stairs and onto the sidewalk only to be jostled around by other pedestrians making their way home as well. When he finally reached the apartment he took the stairs in the building two at a time to their door, only to get inside and realize Blaine wasn't home yet. With a sigh he collapsed onto the sofa and let his head fall back. He was way too tired to cook and thought it was a great night to order in, so he texted Blaine stating as much, then asked what sounded good and told Blaine he was good with whatever. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he flopped spread eagle onto his stomach on the sofa and promptly fell asleep.
It was only forty minutes later when Blaine came home, bags of sweet & sour chicken in hand with fried rice and shrimp cream cheese puffs as well. He grinned as he saw Kurt sprawled out on the sofa, then walked into the kitchen to set the food down on the counter. Shedding his jacket, he hung it up and made his way to Kurt, who looked so peaceful just resting there on the couch. But from what Jeff had told him, Kurt was seriously anxious and wound up over work things and probably needed to just relax.
"You are so beautiful…" he whispered, a fond smile on his face. But he could tell Kurt was still tense, and set his mind to remedy that. Slowly and carefully he straddled Kurt's legs, resting his butt on the back of Kurt's thighs and ran his hands softly up his fiancé's back, kneading muscles as he went. He worked his way up to Kurt's shoulders and neck, using the strength in his thumbs and fingers to try to work out the knots he felt there.
His fingers rolled over Kurt's shoulders in search of his clavicle when Blaine was suddenly airborne before finding himself on his back, wind knocked out of him and gasping, with a wild-eyed Kurt pinning him to the floor with murder in his eyes and one hand closed menacingly around Blaine's throat.
"D-don't…don't touch me…" Kurt gasped, now with eyes wide and feral with fear.
"Kurt?" Blaine gasped, hands around Kurt's wrist as he attempted to pry them from around his throat.
"B?" Kurt answered, obviously waking up and realizing what was happening. "Blaine? What?" Kurt tried again, but he was still very disoriented and Blaine was still… "Shit, Blaine! Oh my God, I-I'm so sorry, I…I don't know what…" Kurt rambled, scrambling to move from pinning Blaine to the floor.
Blaine was taking huge, gasping breaths trying to sit up and scoot away. His own eyes were glassy and fearful and he wasn't sure what had happened in the last fifteen seconds. It was all a blur.
"Blaine, I'm sorry, I…I was dreaming I think…his hands were on me…my neck again and I…" Kurt tried explaining, shaking his head at himself. Tears filled his eyes and he stared pleadingly at Blaine.
Blaine got to his feet and staggered back a step or two, regaining his balance, then turned toward the kitchen and walked to the sink. He splashed some water on his face and dried it with the towel, staring out the window in front of him at the end of the daylight, hands braced on the edge of the sink.
"Blaine?" Kurt choked. "I'm-" he began, but Blaine held up his hand to silence him. He looked at Kurt with hurt in his eyes, then let them fall closed for a minute before walking into the bedroom. When he emerged minutes later he was dressed for work and Kurt felt his chest tighten. "B, please—" he started, but Blaine just shook his head and headed for the stairs.
"I'm…I don't even know what to say, Kurt, but I…we'll have to talk later. I love you," he said, then descended the stairs and left the apartment. Kurt held his face in his hands and wept.
"Looks like Kurt mauled you before you came to work, man," Nick teased, eyeing the redness around Blaine's neck. At Blaine's questioning glance Nick explained. "Your neck is all blotchy. Kurt get a little frisky before you left? Looks like he tried to munch on you a little, B. What'd you do, wash one of his designer shirts in warm water again?" Nick joked. When Blaine didn't reply, Nick looked up from his locker and realized something wasn't right. "Blaine?"
"It's fine, Nick…" Blaine mumbled, shoving things into his own locker. But Nick walked closer and spun Blaine to face him, examining his neck.
"Jesus Christ, Blaine, what the hell, man!?"
"Is it bad?" Blaine managed to get out, his throat closed up with suppressed tears and emotion.
"What happened to you? Blaine, those are marks from someone's hands!"
Blaine merely shook his head to signify he didn't want to talk about it. Nick wanted to press the issue, but the look on Blaine's face said he shouldn't.
"I'm just going to ask if you're ok. Just that. It's all I need to know, B. Are you ok? And is Kurt ok?" Nick asked, clearly upset. Blaine merely nodded, closing his locker and hanging his head.
"I'm ok…Kurt's…physically ok. We're…ok." Then he walked out to the stage without another word.
A week went by where they didn't see each other, awake, for more than a few minutes in passing. Few words were spoken and the incident itself was never brought up. If Kurt tried to talk to Blaine about it, Blaine just shook his head and left the room with his head hung low. To add insult to injury, Blaine had been sleeping in the guest room as well. Kurt's heart hurt, but he knew they'd be ok…that they were ok, by the note that Blaine had left him. Oddly, he was surprised by what Blaine saw as the problem and he knew he needed to talk to him about it sooner rather than later.
Kurt,
I understand what happened and I know it was my fault. Please don't think I'm angry with you. I'm not…I'm angry with me. I knew better and should have never done such a thing. It was stupid and I deserved what I got…but I won't say that the look in your eyes didn't shake me to my core. I haven't seen that fear in your eyes for a long time, and I'd hoped to never see it again, especially not aimed at me…but there it was. I know…I know it was my own doing. I know you don't like me to touch you there. I got too comfortable with 'us' and wasn't paying enough attention. I'm sorry I scared you and I'll do my very best never to have that happen again – mostly because when you look at me like that I want to die.
I know this has been a crazy week, what with the State inspectors at school and interviewing for administrative staff and everything. I don't want you to think I've been avoiding you because I'm angry…I really haven't. Truthfully, I miss you, Kurt. I miss you so much and I hope you can give me another chance. I need to know that you know I'd never intentionally hurt you, Kurt…not ever. You're the love of my life and the thought of you being afraid of me breaks my heart.
I'm so sorry, Kurt. Please forgive me?
All my love,
B
Kurt was stunned – absolutely stunned. Blaine thought Kurt was angry with him? Oh, he couldn't be more wrong! Kurt was angry as hell at himself and so ashamed of what he'd done. He could have seriously hurt Blaine, physically, and he was already sure he'd seriously hurt him, mentally. And although he wanted to be furious with himself, Kurt knew what had happened was instinct, a knee-jerk reaction to realizing someone had their hands on him and he was vulnerable. That's all it was. He reacted…badly. And while he was thrilled to know he could, now, protect himself in such a situation, he hated himself for hurting Blaine – sweet, adoring Blaine who obviously wanted nothing more than to help Kurt relax after a long day. Kurt was in misery just thinking about what had to be going on in Blaine's mind.
The week had been a busy one full of extra work at the loft as well as planning for Maggie's shower, but Kurt had also made time to squeeze in two very important appointments with Dr. Stein. He needed to get his head on straight and talking to her always made him feel better, like he had a handle on things.
The week without much interaction with Blaine also served to ramp up Kurt's desire to be with him, to hold him, to solidify 'them' in any way possible, especially after what had happened on the sofa. The world of self-hate Kurt had lived in for days, until he'd been able to see Dr. Stein, had put him in a foul mood of epic proportions. He kept to himself at work, though, aware that he would most likely spew forth a litany of misery toward anyone and everyone around him if he tried to interact in any way. David understood, immediately, that something was wrong, and after verifying that both Kurt and Blaine were both well, he backed off. Blessedly, the rest of the loft's staff followed David's example and they all went about their business.
For Kurt, that meant furiously emptying his mind of any and all fashion related designs and his office looked like a bomb had gone off by the end of the week. Days like that made him realize that having two walls covered in magnetic paint was the best thing he could have done in his office. He had pages and pages ripped out of his sketch pad and stuck everywhere, floor to ceiling and even he was overwhelmed and impressed with the sheer magnitude of what he'd accomplished. For a split second he thought maybe he and Blaine would have to do this more often, then quickly admonished himself when he thought of how awful Blaine had looked, how hurt and how scared. No…he never wanted this to happen between them again and his appointment that afternoon was a step in that direction.
After his second appointment with Dr. Stein, Kurt felt a little more in control of himself and the things around him. He had explained to her what happened and she immediately absolved him of all guilt, stating that many studies showed that individuals were completely unaware of what they were doing for the first eight seconds of semi-consciousness when they woke up. She said Kurt's mind would, obviously, automatically go toward protecting himself, and that she was certain Blaine understood, even if they hadn't had a chance to talk it all out yet.
"Kurt, I think you're being way too hard on yourself. After what you've been through, I think it's easy to see how your mind went to the conclusion that you were in peril…and then you just reacted, half asleep and still, most likely, only semi-aware of your surroundings and the situation itself. Surely Blaine doesn't blame you for it?"
"He blames himself, and that makes me feel even worse. I mean, I just feel like I've set us back a mile with a split second, only semi-conscious decision to act…inappropriately. The look on his face nearly made me physically sick."
"Are you saying you don't trust Blaine? Do you think, deep down, you truly don't trust him, Kurt?"
"What?! No, absolutely not. I trust Blaine with everything! He'd never hurt me on purpose, never. I know this for a fact," Kurt told her vehemently.
"So why is it you think that he might actually feel this way? Have you told him this? Have you expressed how much you trust him? How far you feel you've come from the days of nearly jumping out of your skin when someone so much as brushed against you? Or have you just gone on about your business not acknowledging your own success?"
"I…I guess I figured he's been there with me all along and surely he noticed? Is that wrong?"
"No, Kurt, it's not wrong. And you're probably right. He saw how you don't flinch as much and felt comfortable putting his hands on you the way he did the other evening. But now…now you have to go back and examine it. How do you feel now, Kurt? Do you feel less safe? Do you feel like you're back at square one or are you comfortable with Blaine today as much as you were last week, before any of this happened?"
"If anything, after seeing his reaction, I think I trust him more now than I ever have. He was so…scared…and so upset. He's been beating himself up over it and so have I."
"And have you discussed it at any length?" Dr. Stein asked.
"N-no. We've both been working a lot this week. It was the worst possible timing, really. We have a huge project going on at work and Blaine has State inspections happening as well as interviews for staff. We've been like two ships passing in the night," Kurt chuckled mirthlessly. "And it doesn't help that he's been sleeping in the other room. I miss him…"
"Why do you think he's chosen to sleep in the other room, Kurt?" She asked, looking thoughtful and contemplative.
"I had thought he wanted to be away from me…but the more I think about it, knowing Blaine, he figured I'd want some time away from him…and he's giving me that time…and space. He couldn't be more wrong."
"I think it's clear what you need to do, Kurt. Go home, find Blaine, talk to him and get this all out on the table. Let him know you still trust him, both with words and actions. He's mostly likely feeling very vulnerable right now. I think if you express your feelings to him, tell him you need him and that you trust him implicitly, he'll come around. Often we think…we assume…people know what we're thinking. Clearly, that's not always the case."
Kurt sat on the sofa taking it all in. He felt immeasurably better for having made the appointment and he couldn't wait to talk to Blaine.
"Thank you. Thank you for fitting me in and for talking some sense into me. Obviously, communication is harder than it should be for us sometimes," he joked.
"Go home to him, Kurt. Just let him see you the way you've been tonight…open, honest and clearly missing him. I think things will turn out in your favor," she added with a kind smile.
She, of course, offered her services if Kurt wanted Blaine to come in for an appointment with him, but Kurt hoped they could resolve things on their own…if they ever had a chance to talk. She pushed him, verbally, to find something that he thought he'd never be able to do, to tolerate, and test that out, even if it was only in his head. Did he trust Blaine to touch him there now? Did he trust Blaine to do…more? Could he ever have that kind of trust with anyone?
Furious writing sessions with his journal while Blaine was at work shed light on things Kurt hadn't previously thought about and he was forever grateful to Dr. Stein for suggesting he get his thoughts out on paper, even if they didn't seem relevant at the time. Going back and looking over things he struggled horribly with just months earlier seemed like nothing monumental now, and he hoped in six months or so he'd feel the same about things that he couldn't quite wrap himself around now. He was healing, and he knew Blaine would understand that. Blaine loved him, Blaine was patient with him and he was confident Blaine would do whatever it took to help Kurt in any way he was able.
He knew Blaine had been avoiding him, and that stung, but he could also understand why. The letter spoke volumes and all Kurt wanted was a chance to sit down with Blaine and talk things out. He couldn't stand one more day of their self -inflicted hiatus.
On day seven, Jeff came to the loft and dragged him out for lunch again, stating that he wouldn't take no for an answer and promising crepes and that he'd pay if Kurt would just relent and join him. It only took the mention of crepes for Kurt to give in, but he allowed Jeff to beg for a bit longer anyway.
"So what's going on with you two? Blaine won't talk, you're cryptic in your texts and don't think I haven't noticed you're avoiding my calls and sending them to voicemail, Kurt. I mean, I get it, if you two are arguing, then—"
"We're not…not really," Kurt replied, keeping his eyes down. He wasn't sure what Blaine had said to Jeff and Kurt still felt horrible about what he'd done. He didn't know what Jeff would say when he found out.
"So he's been moody and quiet, keeping to himself and spending more time than normal at school. You've been quiet and not returning my calls, but I'm supposed to think nothing's up? Not likely."
"I tried to choke him," Kurt replied, matter-of-factly, and took another bite of his lunch. "I threw him off me, bodily, and then had my hands around his throat."
Jeff's fork paused halfway to his mouth and he zeroed in on Kurt's forehead, as that's all he could see since Kurt's head was hung so low.
"I'm sorry, come again?" Jeff asked, head tilted to the side now.
"I fell asleep on the sofa…" Kurt began, and then told Jeff the whole story. At first, he felt kind of guilty about talking to Jeff, as Jeff was Blaine's best friend. But damn it, he was Kurt's friend as well, and Kurt was slowly losing his mind not having anyone to talk to about things except Dr. Stein. He'd briefly thought of emptying his brain on Hunter, but he was still recovering from being sick and Sebastian was around a lot because of it. It's not that he didn't trust Sebastian, but he didn't want to do that.
"So…ok, well, that makes sense now, I guess…"
"What does?" Kurt asked, confused.
"Nick came home without a shirt he'd been wearing when he left for work. I asked him about it and he said he let Blaine borrow it because it buttoned all the way up and he had to hide his neck because…Kurt? Oh God, Kurt, I didn't mean anything by it. Shit…I'm sorry!" Jeff blurted as Kurt's eyes watered up. Kurt merely shook his head and took another bite.
"I hurt him, Jeff. I left marks…out of anger - not love, not passion, but anger and fear," Kurt hiccupped. The woman at the next table glanced over but quickly looked away. "Oh my God, what have I done…"
"Kurt, listen. From what you said, Blaine feels like this is his fault. I'm sure he doesn't hold it against you, man. You two just need to talk it out. How long has it been since this happened?"
"It's a week today."
"And you've been avoiding each other and not talking all week!?"
"We've been busy and not necessarily avoiding each other, just sort of…passing each other. And he's been…" Kurt sniffled. "He's been sleeping in the other room," he nearly sobbed. The woman at the next table handed him a tissue and he gave her a watery smile of thanks. She gave him a smile in return and went back to her own lunch.
"Kurt…pick up your phone right now and text him. No! Don't give me any bullshit. Text your man and tell him it's time to talk. Jesus, Kurt. Have you learned nothing at all from Nick and I being idiots and not communicating? I thought we gave some pretty good examples of what NOT to do!" Jeff argued. "Phone. Now."
Cautiously, as if it might bite him, Kurt picked up his phone and texted Blaine.
Kurt: I miss you, and I'm so sorry, B. I really need you. Please…please talk to me.
Blaine: YOU'RE sorry? Oh, Kurt, no. I'm sorry. I knew better. I scared you…you were clearly terrified of me and I don't know what I was thinking.
Kurt: Blaine, no. It wasn't you, it was the situation. I had no idea it was you. I just woke up, was disoriented and I acted…rashly, obviously, and I can't apologize enough for that.
Blaine: You don't have to, though. I was wrong. I'm an idiot.
Kurt: You're not an idiot! Don't say that. I…I just want to talk to you…to touch you and hold you and try to explain.
Blaine: I am…
Kurt: Fine, then you're MY idiot and I want to spend time with my idiot soon. Can we talk tonight?
Blaine: I said I'd have dinner with Niff, but I'll be home right afterward.
Kurt: Jeff said you're cordially uninvited. He doesn't (quoting) want to see your ugly mug until we've worked things out and you're smiling again. He misses smiley Blaine. (end quote)
Blaine: LOL So he couldn't take any more of my moody moping and ran to you for help, huh?
Kurt: He came to get me for lunch and read me the riot act for not returning his calls and texts.
Blaine: He's no dummy, he knew something was wrong.
Kurt: Debatable…
Blaine: Debatable…LOL
Kurt: Shit, now Jeff's pouting and *I* have to pay for lunch. :-/
Blaine: I want to see you, Kurt. Can you come home early? I…I need to hold you.
Kurt: I'll make sure to leave a little early…as early as I can escape, I promise. I need to hold you, too. And maybe other things.
Blaine: Other things?
Kurt: If you're a good boy.
Blaine: I can't wait. I love you, Kurt. And I still want to talk…but other things are good, too.
Kurt: I completely agree. Talk…other things…more things…tonight.
Blaine: Tonight.
Kurt: And I love you, too. Endlessly.
They had talked, and then talked some more, both of them tired and weary in the early hours of the morning by the time they'd hashed it all out. Kurt explained why he felt responsible and Blaine did the same, but in the end, they managed to come to the conclusion that nobody was at fault and it was just something that had happened, neither one of them had intended to harm the other in any way, obviously. Sex was not on the table that night, though. Kurt promised himself he'd hold off, wanting to clear the air first. He had no idea that Blaine was thinking the exact same thing. He wanted to get everything out on the table and reconcile their differences before they even thought about sex.
In the end, they'd fallen into bed together and curled up around one another before crashing hard and sleeping soundly. When Blaine woke the following morning, Kurt had already gone to work. He was bummed, but certain that they'd settled things between them and the night promised…other things.
Blaine: Good morning, beautiful. Missing you this morning.
Kurt: Missing you, too. But I'm glad we talked. I feel much better about…everything.
Blaine: Agreed. Communication is the key…we just have to remember that. I want to work through everything with you, Kurt.
Kurt: Absolutely. You're it for me, B. Just talk to me…always.
Blaine: Ok, I um…wanna *not* talk to you tonight, though. Well, we can talk, but I'd rather do other things. You promised other things, Kurt.
Kurt: You are a four year old, Blaine, I swear…LOL
Blaine: I hope not because, with the things I wanna do to you, that might get us in trouble.
Kurt: OH. MY. GOD. Lol I'll try to head home early…I have some ideas as well. Love you.
Blaine: Love you more.
Poor Blaine had no idea what hit him. He wasn't two feet in their door when Kurt pounced, already hot and bothered and needy.
"Hey, Honey, I thought I'd beat you ho—" Blaine barely got that much out before he was herded against the wall, Kurt's mouth on him everywhere, lips, cheeks, jaw, eyes, neck. "Damn, Kurt…what…" he gasped, heart already pounding.
"All day…all day I've been thinking of you in every state of debauchery known to man. Fuck, Blaine, I want you…" Kurt breathed against Blaine's neck, one hand in Blaine's hair, the other fumbling with his belt buckle.
"Kurt we're…oh, shit…yeah, ok…um…we're in the stairwell, Baby, can we at least go—OHHHGOD, ok, yeah…yes, we can uh…surely do thaaaaa aa aaattt…oh…Kurt…upstairs…please…"
Kurt unceremoniously hauled Blaine up the stairs to the landing in the apartment and as soon as Blaine turned around, Kurt fell to his knees before him, dragging Blaine's pants down around his ankles.
"What has gotten into you?" Blaine asked, his voice breathy, a giddy grin on his face as his eyes fell closed when Kurt ran his tongue up the side of Blaine's cock.
"Well, not you lately, that's for damn sure," Kurt quipped, then immediately took Blaine into his mouth as far as he was able. Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head. "But I think I can fix that."
"'m gonna pass out from lack of blood to the brain, Kurt…"
Kurt was actually concerned for a minute when Blaine swayed on his feet, his fingers gripping tightly in Kurt's hair and his other hand gripping hard on the banister.
"Bed?" Kurt asked, the tip of Blaine's cock still between his lips as he smiled coquettishly up at his fiancé through his long lashes.
"Uh huh…please yes…" Blaine squeaked out.
With a last little teasing kiss to the underside of his lover's length, Kurt stood, shimmied out of his yoga pants right there in the living room and sashayed down the hall, stiff cock bobbing, bare assed and whipping his t-shirt over his head. He let it hang from one finger as he made his way to the bedroom, and just before he walked through the doorway, he threw a sultry look over his shoulder and whispered "Come hither, Lover…I need you to hold me down tonight…" and let the shirt slip off his finger to the floor.
Blaine realized, only then, that he was still holding his messenger bag, still wearing his jacket and still (for fuck's sake, Blaine) standing on the landing with his pants around his ankles and his mouth gaping open.
"Uh huh…coming…" he managed to get out while shedding his bag, jacket, shoes and clothing like a man possessed.
"Oh, Honey, I guaran-damn-tee that you will…maybe even more than once…" Kurt beckoned from their bedroom playfully.
Kurt hadn't been joking. Blaine couldn't say what had gotten into him, but he didn't care and wouldn't argue about it. Kurt was absolutely ravenous. He begged Blaine to fuck him and then insisted that Blaine pin his wrists to the bed as he did so. Blaine was sure his brain would explode at any moment watching Kurt writhe beneath him in ecstasy, begging for more and pleading with Blaine to never stop. When Kurt had asked Blaine to hold him down, he'd hesitated, knowing what Kurt had been through and totally uncertain if it was a good idea. But when he'd asked 'are you sure?' and Kurt had nearly glared at him, he didn't ask again and did what he was told. And it was absolutely glorious.
There was nothing in life that came even remotely close to the overwhelming feeling of being inside Kurt. Knowing how their story began made it all the better, because he knew the level of trust Kurt had in him now, and Blaine knew he'd earned it. He'd never do anything to hurt his fiancé, and this…this felt like a level they'd never get to, something unattainable, but Kurt was currently proving him wrong.
"All day…all I could think about all day was this…with you…"
"Since I know you spent half the day with Jeff, I'll try not to wonder what brought these thoughts on…considering…" Blaine chuckled, then leaned in to kiss Kurt's neck and shoulder again.
"You're an idiot," Kurt laughed out loud, then thought back to what he and Jeff had been talking about after lunch a week prior. "Jeff made the comment last week that we should get back to the loft and straighten me out. I reminded him that, with the fine specimen of man waiting at home for me, there was little to no hope of that happening in this lifetime." Blaine snorted and Kurt couldn't help but giggle at him. "God I've missed this…you feel so good, B…so good inside me."
"How does this happen, that we go days and maybe even weeks without this…without sex…and don't notice until we're desperate?"
"I don't know, but it needs to happen less often…the days without making love, that is," Kurt grinned, letting his eyelids droop when Blaine leaned in to kiss him softly while repeatedly rocking into Kurt's body. "We notice, but sometimes there's no time, I suppose…and then sometimes, things happen…we don't communicate well, like last week," he finished quietly, very much not wanting to bring that up at the present time. "We need to make time, Love."
"You're right…we absolutely need to make time, because not making love to you is not an option I'm willing to entertain for long."
"And speaking of long…" Kurt purred in Blaine's ear, "You're pretty fantastic at this, fiancé. Although this is a bit tamer than what ran through my head all afternoon at work, I think it's working out spectacularly for me," Kurt said, ending the sentence with a grunt. "God, Blaine…harder…I…I'm…please…"
"Yeah? What was running through that pretty little head of yours? Do tell?" Blaine teased.
"Oh, I dunno…just…fantasies. Some may have involved whipped cream…and a cherry…"
"Mmmm…sounds…tasty. What else?"
"Hmm…not…nothing else. That's all," Kurt blushed and grinned, turning his head to the side so Blaine wouldn't notice. He noticed.
"Oh no you don't…tell me. Tell me what sexy fantasies run through your mind," Blaine asked, his voice deeper now, because a blushing, grinning Kurt under him meant there was something brewing, and Blaine couldn't wait for it to happen.
"I was just…you know…thinking. Some things will never be more than fantasies, B…"
"Tell me," Blaine asked again, voice deep and sultry. "Kurt…tell me…"
"I was just daydreaming…."
"About?"
"Blaine…"
"I'm too tired to finish this, Kurt. You don't mind, do you?" Blaine asked, eyes sincere as he stopped sliding in and out of Kurt and met his eyes.
"You're a devil, Blaine Anderson. Don't you dare!"
"Tell me…" Blaine grinned wickedly. Kurt huffed, biting his bottom lip then turned his face to the side unable to meet Blaine's gaze. "Kurt…what is it?"
"I was just…thinking…you know…of things…"
"Such as?"
"Places…that we could…maybe…but we haven't…for reasons…"
"Places like?" Blaine prodded. Kurt felt like his face was on fire.
"Places I might fantasize that you…maybe…just…can't wait…and you have to have me right then and there and…"
"I wanna know
"Oh my GOD, Blaine. Fine! I may have had to sneak off to the men's room at work and…and take care of…myself…because I was daydreaming of you fucking me senseless over your piano at the Dive. Are you happy now?" Kurt nearly chirped, his voice higher pitched than normal because it was obvious he was totally embarrassed at having admitted that out loud. Blaine, on the other hand, was so flabbergasted at the idea that he could barely think straight. Without any conscious thought, Blaine's hips immediately thrust forward harshly and his hands closed tighter around Kurt's wrists. He drove into Kurt like a man possessed, so unbelievably turned on by the thoughts Kurt had just planted in his head.
"Blaine…?" Kurt whined, back arching.
"Yes…we…yes…that will have to…OH God, Kurt…that has to happen. Soon…"
"Y-you…you want that?" Kurt questioned, thinking that Blaine would surely scoff at him and his meandering mind. "But…there are always people there!"
"Fuck 'em. Let 'em watch. Let them see this glorious ass and how beautifully you take it when I hold your luscious ass cheeks in my hands and slide into you over and over and…oh God, let them watch, Fuck! Kurt…Jesus…"
"Blaine…I…Baby your eyes are…wild…are you…?"
"Kurt…I need to come…"
"No…no, Baby, not yet…not yet…come on, you can hold on for me, can't you, B? Hold on for me…"
"Kurt…" Blaine ground out, his fingers wrapped tightly around Kurt's wrists, sweat dripping into his eyes from exertion. They'd been at it for so long…so long it felt like forever and Blaine was wrung out, hopelessly on the edge and ready to blow. "Kurt please…"
"Blaine…Love…almost there…please, just…let me…" Kurt managed to pant out, shifting under Blaine, hips adjusting to just the right angle so that when Blaine thrust into him… "Oh FUCK…Bl-Blaine…yes…there…oh God please…touch me…" Kurt pleaded, eyes squeezed shut tightly and head rolling back and forth on the bed. "Please…" he whimpered.
"No…no, Baby, not yet…" Blaine teased, lips quirked up in a devilish grin. Kurt's eyes popped open and he set his jaw.
"You want them to watch us?" Kurt teased, knowing it was the only way to get Blaine to relent. He'd long ago found Blaine's kryptonite and he planned to exploit it now. "You want to prop me against that big piano and shove my pants to the floor, B? You like that idea? You want them all to watch…to see you stroke me until I'm so hard I beg you for it? You'd enjoy that…watching me beg you in front of everyone…pleading for you to give me that big cock, wouldn't you, Blaine? Do you think they'd be turned on? All of them watching you flip me so I'm leaning over the keys, ass in the air, presented to you like a gift…"
"Kurt…" Blaine growled, letting go of Kurt's wrists and grabbing the headboard instead. He was afraid, at that point, that he'd hurt Kurt if he didn't let go. "I need-need you to stop talking," he growled with a grin peeking out.
"You need to let go, Baby. Come on…do it…think about how your name will sound, echoing around the bar when I scream for you to make me—"
"Stop. Talking," Blaine pleaded. He knew Kurt was doing it on purpose just to make him come first.
"…my cock bobbing over the piano keys…."
"OH FUCK…Kurt!" Blaine growled, letting go and coming inside his lover with such force that he saw white behind his eyelids. Subconsciously his hand wrapped around Kurt's length and he tugged once, twice, three times before the most erotic, piteous whine seeped out of Kurt's mouth. He looked completely used and so well fucked that Blaine felt a moment of complete and utter smug satisfaction before collapsing on Kurt's chest.
"I love you so much it hurts," Blaine whispered a few minutes later, eyes closed and heart finally slowing to normal.
"As I do you. I have to say, that ranks right up there, B…that was…wow, pretty fabulous," Kurt grinned, running his fingers through Blaine's curls.
"You're fabulous…nothing short of a sex god, my fiancé…just ask me, I'll tell you," Blaine grinned, eyes still closed.
"I learned from the best," Kurt chuckled, tugging Blaine's head up by his curls and laying a searing kiss on his lips. They lay there together, catching their breath for a few minutes before Kurt spoke again. "So that's um…a thing for you, huh? Being watched?" he teased, still blushing.
"Maybe…I dunno…we'll see, won't we? You wanna do it in a public place and I wanna be watched. Is that our thing now?" Blaine snorted out a chuckle.
"I think our 'thing' is something totally different. I think it's that we talk a lot during sex," Kurt guffawed. "Is that normal? I mean, I really have no frame of reference here," he smirked.
"Maybe…when you're with someone you love it is. I can't imagine doing that with a one-night stand or anything but then again, what do I know?"
"I hope you know that I love you, and that I'm truly so very sorry for last week. I'd never, ever hurt you on purpose, Blaine."
"I know," Blaine smiled. "I knew then that it wasn't intentional, but I still felt awful for it. I should have known better."
"No…I-"
"We've done this, been over it, hashed it out. Let's not go over it again. It happened, it's over, nobody was seriously hurt. I know you didn't do it on purpose, and you know I didn't do it on purpose. I love you, you love me. No more about that, ok?" Blaine asked.
"Deal. Under one condition."
"And that is?"
"Round two with my sexy ass fiancé? "
"Oh, Honey…bring it on!"
A/N - So, as always, thanks to Suzanne for editing for me. She went over it with a fine-tooth comb and then, like a goof, I added a bit more. So any mistakes are mine, I'm sure.
Also, big thanks to Gleeful Darren Criss FAn for reading it before it's "out there" and letting me know it was good to go. If you haven't read her stuff...Courage, I Love You, Dueling Duets, GO DO IT NOW. Don't wait. :) And thanks, S, for letting me bounce things off of ya!
And last, but not least, thanks to 'my Boo' and his man for the inspiration. ;) And to Violet for sending some readers my way and offering her services. With any luck, these fine people above might help me make Kurt's Song a reality...if I'm really lucky. We'll see.
HAVE A FANTASTIC WEEKEND, PEOPLE. :) Big hugs, and thanks for reading and making Crowded House part of your day. :-)