Chapter 5
By grlnxtdr29 (30)
Friday, February 24th, 2012
"Oh, hey, Blaine," Kurt said as the shorter boy met him at his locker before school a week later. "I need you to stop by my place after school. I'm almost finished tailoring those pants for you, but I just want to double-check to make sure I sized them right."
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I can't today, and I'm going to have to cancel our date tonight," Blaine said, sounding really regretful. "My mom heard on the radio that there is a huge snowstorm moving in late this afternoon, so she wants me home as soon as Glee gets out so she doesn't have to worry about me driving in the storm."
"Oh," Kurt said, frowning. He hadn't paid any attention to the weather reports the last few days, too busy working on their Prom outfits, but he did vaguely recall his dad mentioning something that morning about being ready for emergency tow calls the next couple of days and pulling idiots out of ditches. "Well, maybe you can spend the night at my place instead of risking driving back to Westerville."
Blaine shook his head. "I can't. Tomorrow, we're supposed to visit my grandmother, assuming the roads are cleared by then. I told you it's her birthday, and we're taking her out to brunch."
"You didn't tell me that," Kurt said, frowning.
"Yes, I did. Yesterday, when you asked me if I was free this weekend, 'cause you wanted to go to an indoor flea market in Columbus tomorrow."
"Uh, Blaine, when did I ask you that?"
Blaine looked at him strangely, pulled his phone from his pocket, and showed Kurt the text message he'd received.
Kurt frowned. "That's my phone number, but I never sent you that text. This says you received it while I was in my French class, but I had left my phone in my locker that period because we were taking an oral exam. And Mdm. Woodward caught stoner Bret and that kid with the Harry Potter fetish using Google Translate on their phones last time and said she'd confiscate any phones during the test." He scrolled down a little, not finding any other anomalous text, just that one. "Someone had to have broken into my locker and cloned my phone."
"Who would do that? And why?" Blaine asked.
Kurt could think of two possible suspects, though he doubted Karofsky would know how to clone a phone. Unless…
"Sebastian couldn't have been here to do it himself; it would be too conspicuous, and he would want an alibi, and being in class at Dalton is the perfect alibi. But he could have told Dave how to do it."
Blaine frowned. "But why would they do that?"
Biting his lip, Kurt thought about it for a moment. "To monitor our text messages? To see if we say anything that would give away what we are really up to? To see if we send each other flirty texts like boyfriends would do?"
They were both silent for a moment as they considered the ramifications. Their thoughts were disrupted by the ringing of the warning bell, startling both of them. Kurt quickly finished gathering his morning books and closed the locker. Neither of them spoke as Blaine walked him to his first class.
Kurt gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hurried in to take his seat, not wanting to make Blaine late for his class. He'd just settled into his seat when his phone signaled an incoming text. He pulled it out quickly to glance at it and couldn't hide the smile that spread across his face.
You look so hot today. I wish we didn't have to cancel our date tonight. I might have let you slide into second. -B
—*—
One week Later…
They continued to send each other flirty texts all week long, and Blaine had to take more than one cold shower. He knew they were just pretending, but damn, his prim and proper Kurt knew how to make his heart race. Maybe the texts weren't all that sexy. Santana probably would have called them amateur and boring, but they were exactly what Blaine would expect from Kurt.
Kurt: If you are going to keep wearing those chinos, I'm going to regret the lack of slushies being thrown at me. I'd just ask them to aim lower.
Damn, Kurt was going to kill him with statements like that, hinting that he'd gotten turned on by Blaine's pants. He only wished it was true, just like everything he'd texted Kurt this week had been. Maybe Kurt thought this was just part of the act they were putting on for Dave and Sebastian, but for Blaine, it had kind of been freeing to be able to tell Kurt exactly what he was thinking.
Jeff had even suggested he try being a little more suggestive with his texts. Maybe Kurt would get all hot and bothered by them and just drag Blaine off somewhere private, beg Blaine to kiss him for real. Blaine had tried but had chickened out Thursday afternoon and deleted the text he'd typed about making out in the backseat of his mom's Volvo, though. Instead, he'd sent something corny.
Blaine: Did it hurt?
Kurt: What?
Blaine: When you fell from Heaven, 'cause you're an Angel.
Kurt: You don't want to know just how painfully corny that was. Is that the best you can do?
Blaine: Hey, do you think you can do any better?
Kurt: Oh, are we going to play this game? Okay…
Kurt: You must be from Tennessee, 'cause you're the only ten I see.
Blaine: Hi. I lost my phone number. Can I have yours?
Kurt: What's your sign? Mine is "Caution: Slippery When Wet!"
Blaine: Hey, I'm lost. Can you give me your address?
Kurt: Excuse me. I think I'm having a heart attack. Will you give me yours?
Blaine: You complete me.
Kurt: Always!
Blaine: Damn, you win .
Kurt: What's my prize?
Blaine paused. He was half-tempted to type back, "Me" but couldn't do it.
Blaine: Dinner at my house tomorrow night?
Kurt : Is your mom making lumpia?
Blaine: And sisig.
Kurt: It's a date!
Blaine sighed. If only that was true. He wanted a real date with Kurt. One where they weren't just out to be seen to perpetuate the ruse. One where the hand holding was real and that ended in a real goodnight kiss. How much longer could he keep pretending?
—*—
Friday, March 2, 2012
Kurt stood outside Blaine's door, feeling unusually nervous. He'd had dinner with Blaine and his parents numerous times before, but this time it would be as Blaine's boyfriend. Well, fake boyfriend, but still, his parents didn't know that.
He wished they were real boyfriends. Those texts they'd been sending all week hadn't been an act on Kurt's part. He'd meant every flirty little line of it. It had felt liberating to finally tell Blaine what he really wanted to say, even if it was in a text.
He sighed and knocked on the door.
Pam smiled when she opened it. "Kurt, come in! Blaine had to run to the store for me real quick, but he should be back in a few minutes."
"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. What a beautiful dress. Is that new?"
She beamed at him. "You're such a flatterer, but yes. Blaine helped me pick it out."
She led him into the kitchen, which was filled with amazing aromas. "Mmm, something smells absolutely delicious! You make the best sisig and lumpia !"
"I made your favorite dessert, minatamis na saging , too," Pam said.
"Really?"
"Of course! Nothing but the best for Blaine's boyfriend! I'm so glad he came to his senses and dumped that Sebastian. That boy wouldn't know good food if it hit him in the face. And I was sorely tempted to do just that when he insulted my sinigang !" She said something after that that Kurt couldn't understand. He had only just started learning Tagalog and was far from fluent in it. "Fortunately, Blaine only brought that boy home once. Truthfully, I have no idea what he ever saw in that kabayo mukha asno !"
Kurt almost choked trying to stifle the laughter. He actually understood that last part. Blaine returned then.
"Kurt! You're early."
He nodded, smiling. "Yeah. There was less traffic than usual. Your mother kept me entertained while I waited. Where's your dad?"
"He's running late. Something to do with a witness skipping town and the trial starting tomorrow. He should be here soon."
"Why don't you two set the table while we wait?" Pam suggested.
They agreed and moved into the dining room. As they were setting the table, Blaine's phone chirped an incoming text, but he didn't even look at it. Kurt noticed the dark-haired boy frowning. "Don't you want to know who texted you?" he asked.
Blaine sighed. "I already know who it is, and I really don't want to see what he has to say."
Kurt stood up straighter and looked at him. "Sebastian?"
Blaine muttered a curse. "He keeps sending me lewd texts."
"Why don't you block his number?"
"I did. He got a new one."
Kurt was shocked by that. "Let me see your phone."
Blaine groaned and handed it to Kurt, who opened the most recent text. They both just stared at the image on the screen blankly for a moment.
"What the hell is that?" Kurt asked.
Blaine turned his head to the side, trying to make out the image. "Oh, my god, I think it's his…" He pointed vaguely downwards.
"That's it? It's so…" Kurt was lost for words.
"Small?" Blaine offered. They looked at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"Blaine?" a voice cut in, and Kurt hurriedly handed Blaine back the phone as Charles Anderson entered the room. Blaine stuffed the phone back into his pocket.
"Dad, you're home!"
"Hello, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said.
"Oh, Kurt," Charles said. "I almost forgot you were coming to dinner tonight. I'm sorry I'm late."
"No need to apologize, sir. You have an important job, and we were just finishing setting the table."
"Good. Good. I'll just go get ready, then."
The two boys watched Blaine's dad walk down the hall and then looked at each other again.
"You really should delete that before your mom or dad sees it," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded, retrieving his phone to do that. "I should text him back and tell him how unimpressed I am. I could tell him yours is much bigger." His head shot up, and he looked at Kurt in horror as he realized what he said. "I mean, not that I would know or anything, but those jeans you wear don't really hide anything. Not that I look or anything! Oh, god, just shoot me now."
Kurt's face had gone three shades of red as the curly-haired boy babbled. He cleared his throat twice before he managed to get any words out. "Well, um, it's not like you are lacking in that department either. I mean, when you tried those pants on for the first time, it wasn't the butt I was worried about not fitting. And now we both have foot-in-mouth disease. Maybe we should both just not say another word the rest of the night."
They finished setting the table in relative silence.
—*—
After dinner, they went up to Blaine's room to watch a video. They decided on When Harry Met Sally. Kurt had given Blaine the DVD for his birthday last year. They were just 15 minutes into the movie when another text message came in. Before Blaine could protest, Kurt grabbed the phone and opened it.
Sebastian: I'm remembering that time we gave each other hand jobs in the backseat of my car last month while I'm stroking myself. That was so hot…
Kurt's face had gone even redder than it had earlier, and before he could think about it, he blocked the number and dropped the phone between them. He slid off the bed, his back to Blaine. "I should go home. It's supposed to start snowing again sometime this evening."
"Kurt, I—"
"You don't have to say anything, Blaine. What you and Sebastian did while you were dating is none of my business. I'm just sorry that he took something that should have been special and ruined it for you." He walked away, managing to hold back the tears until he made it to his vehicle, although he could tell Pam knew something had upset him.
It was true. What Blaine and Sebastian had done when they dated was none of his business. It just hurt to think that Blaine had done those things with someone other than him. When he and Alex had dated, they hadn't progressed past hand holding and quick goodnight kisses. He hadn't even considered doing anything physical with the older boy.
Wiping the tears from his face, he pulled out of the driveway and started home. He was still about an hour away when it began to snow. He wasn't too worried about it; his dad had just put new all-weather tires on his car a few weeks ago, and he was always a cautious driver. His dad often remarked, "I trust you. It's the other idiots on the road I am worried about."
That was probably what saved his life when the idiot in the white pickup truck behind him decided to swerve around him. The other driver lost control on the icy road, spinning out and clipping the front of Kurt's Navigator. Kurt had already been applying the break, which meant he wasn't going as fast. If he had been going full speed, the truck would have slammed into the driver's side door. Instead, Kurt was just rattled as the airbag deployed and the Navigator was forced into the grass beside the shoulder.
He just sat there with his eyes closed for several minutes, his nerves frazzled. When his heart finally settled back into a normal rhythm, he unclipped his seat belt and climbed out of the SUV, walking on shaky legs to the truck to check on the driver of the pickup, which was on its side about ten feet in front of Kurt's vehicle. The older man had been knocked out but was already starting to come to.
Kurt didn't want to risk moving the man, so went back to his own vehicle and fished around for his cell phone, which had been in the cup holder in the center console prior to the accident. He found it under the passenger seat, dialed 9-1-1, and then called his dad.
—*—
Blaine paced his bedroom after Kurt left. He'd seen the text before Kurt had blocked the number, and he could literally kill Sebastian right now. Pam came up a few minutes later.
"Blaine, did you and Kurt have a fight?" she accused.
Blaine sighed and shook his head. "Not exactly. That bastard Sebastian sent me a text that upset Kurt, and he left before we could talk about it."
"Sebastian? What did that puwetan ng unggoy say?"
Blaine moaned and covered his face, sitting on the edge of the bed. He hadn't told his parents how far he'd gone with Sebastian when they'd been dating. He started to cry now, thinking of what he had done.
"Oh, baby, it's alright. Don't cry!" Pam sat beside him, hugging him and stroking his back.
"Mom, I'm so ashamed! I should never have let Sebastian talk me into doing those things!"
She pulled back so she could look into his eyes. "Did you have sex with him?"
Blaine sobbed. "Not like that, but we did things that would be considered sex for a gay couple."
"And he texted you about them tonight?"
Blaine sighed. "He won't leave me alone. I told him I want nothing to do with him, but he seems to think he is going to convince me to come back to him, even though I know he won't be faithful. I blocked his number, but he got a new one and started texting me again. When he texted just now, Kurt blocked him and then left, saying he needed to get home before the snow started, and didn't want to talk about it."
Pam sighed and hugged him again. "It will be alright, Blaine, darling. Kurt was just upset. I don't think he is mad at you. Just give him time to process things. He'll probably call you when he gets home, and you two can work it out then." She sat up once again. "As for Sebastian, we'll let your father deal with this. He's 18, and you are still a minor technically. He could be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor if he sends you inappropriate texts."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I should never have done any of that with Sebastian. I thought he cared about me. I learned too late that he cares only about his wants. I feel so dirty."
"Blaine, sweetheart, everyone makes mistakes. You just learned the hard way that some mistakes are worse than others. I'm sure Kurt will see that, too."
"I hope so."
Note from GleefulDarrenCrissFan: This chapter was written by the fabulous grlnxtdr29, who has written many amazing stories of pretty much any genre you could ask for. You want horror, she has that. Fantasy. Yep. She has that too. Supernatural. Check. Fluff. Yes! After you finish this chapter, check out her other work.
The next chapter, written by the fabulous HKVoyage, will be published Wednesday. Thanks to Teddyshoney for editing this. Also, be on the lookout for a new story from me, called Hot Topics, on Wednesday for the Klaine 3-2-1 Prompt Bang. Don't forget to comment.
