Crazy For You by LonelyBeth
Soft music began to play from the sound system. The lights were dimmed.
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Both were a little drunk.
Kurt pushed Blaine up against the wall and began to take his shirt off. Blaine started sucking on Kurt's neck. There he found a certain spot just behind and below his ear that seemed to drive Kurt wild. He sucked harder. Blaine undressed Kurt. "So many layers… damn, these pants are tight."
Now, I'm craving your body
Is this real?
Temperatures rising
I don't want to feel
I'm in the wrong place to be real
"Less talking. More undressing." Blaine does as he's told. Kurt unbuckled Blaine's belt, unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. Kurt eyebrows rose as he realized Blaine was going commando. With a smirk on his face, "see anything you like?" Blaine asked.
"I do." Kurt smiled as he led Blaine over to the sofa and pushed him down on his back. Blaine's cock was thick and long. Kurt was staring at his tanned body. He was fucking flawless and so well defined. Even his legs were muscular.
Whoa, when I'm longing to love you
Just for a night
Kissing and hugging
And holding you tight
Please let me love you
With all my might
Kurt climbed on top of Blaine and Blaine grabbed his face, crashing their lips together. Blaine licked over Kurt's teeth. Kurt opened his mouth and allowed him entrance. A moment later, Kurt pulled away and started trailing kisses down Blaine's amazing body. He kissed his neck, his shoulders, his nipples, his stomach, and his navel. He kept going…he kissed Blaine's inner thighs. Gently kissing one, then the other. This act seemed to drive Kurt insane. He took a look at Blaine's cock as it bounced up and down as if it were greeting him. Kurt placed his hand around Blaine's rock hard erection and placed his mouth just over the tip of it. He slowly started moving his hand up and down Blaine's cock. He began to suck and lick.
Reasons
The reasons that we're here
The reasons that we fear
Our feelings won't disappear
Blaine moaned as Kurt sucked his balls. Using his hand, he gently fondled them. He then took all of Blaine into his mouth. "Kuuuurrrttt." Blaine whimpered. Kurt bobbed his head up and down while Blaine watched. Blaine's pupils were blown, cock hard. He began to thrust into Kurt's mouth as Kurt sucked and licked up and down his cock.
"You taste so good."
"Kurt. Bedroom. I'm not going to last if we keep this up."
"Lead the way." Blaine took Kurt by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He reached the headboard and turned the lights on which were built into the bed, around the bottom. Illuminating a soft light which allowed them to see each other, but still left the room in darkness.
"I want to see you." Blaine whispered in his ear.
"I wanna see you, too." Kurt replied.
Oooh, and after the love game
Has been played
All our illusions
Were just a parade
And all our reasons start to fade
Blaine spread out on the bed and Kurt caught his breath as he looked at him, lusting after him. 'This man is gorgeous!'
Blaine stared at Kurt's cock which was leaking with pre-cum. 'Damn, he's huge!'
Blaine fetched condoms and lube from the bedside table and placed them on the bed. Kurt picked up a condom and rolled it on his cock. Then he lubed his cock up.
"Start with two fingers, Kurt. I want you so bad."
"Okay. Lay back for me, Honey."
Kurt placed two fingers in Blaine as Blaine moaned aloud. He worked them in and out. Spreads them as he stretched Blaine. He added a third finger and found Blaine's prostate.
"Shit! Shit! Shit, Kurt! Oh, Kurt!" The feeling is euphoric! There's no other way to describe it.
(La, la, la, la, la
(La, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, oh)
Looking in Kurt's eyes, Blaine whispered, in a low, sexy tone, "I wanna ride you, Baby."
Kurt pupils were blown. His eyes were now gray. "By all means."
Kurt slowly removed his fingers from Blaine and laid back on the bed. Blaine positioned himself facing Kurt. With his hands on Kurt's shoulders while Kurt holds his cock in place, he slowly lowered himself on Kurt's cock.
All our reasons why
(All our reasons were a lie)
All our reasons were a lie
(After all our reasons)
(Love was left aside)
Love was left aside
Blaine began to rock his hips back and forth. Kurt moaned unintelligibly. Blaine straddled him, moving up and down on his cock.
"Fuck, Blaine…." Kurt's head fell back as he thrust upward and went deeper inside Blaine. Kurt reached up and massaged Blaine's chest, fondled his nipples. Blaine chased his mouth and kissed Kurt while keeping his momentum. Tenderly biting Kurt's lips. The kiss is dirty, wet, but warm. Kurt deepened the kiss as his tongue entered Blaine's mouth. Both tasting the alcohol from the other.
I'm longing to love you
For one night
Please let me love you
With all of my might
Baby, oooh, baby
Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist and held them above his head. As he continued to ride Kurt. After a while, Kurt rolled them over. Blaine is now on his back, legs over Kurt's shoulders, Kurt on his knees. He began to fuck Blaine aggressively.
"Yeah, Baby, fuck me good!" Blaine murmured.
"You like that, huh?" Kurt teased.
"I love it, Baby!" Spreading Blaine's legs wider, and now holding him by his ankles, Kurt continued fucking into him. Faster and harder. Minutes later….
"I'm gonna come!" Kurt shouted with his head thrown back.
"Come, Baby!"
Yeah, reasons
The reasons that we're here
The reasons that we fear
Our feelings won't
They won't disappear
Kurt let out a scream as he came hard inside Blaine. He reached down and jerked Blaine off. Three strokes and Blaine shouted out Kurt's name as he came all over his hand and his own chest. Kurt brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted Blaine's cum.
"You taste so good." Then he kissed Blaine so he could taste himself. Blaine's dick began to stir again just from that act alone.
And after the love games
Have been played
All our illusions
Were just a parade
And all the reasons start to fade
After catching his breath, Blaine needed a drink. "Excuse me for one moment." Blaine got up and went into the kitchen. Kurt snickered as he enjoyed the view. Blaine grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and ran back into the bedroom.
Blaine handed a bottle to Kurt.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
Kurt took a drink of water while Blaine placed his on the bedside table. Blaine took the wipes out of the warmer and cleaned Kurt up first. Then he cleaned himself. Disposing them in the trash.
And In The Morning
When I rise
No longer feeling hypnotized
For now reasons, our reasons
Our reasons had no pride
"How about we rest for a minute and go again?" Blaine suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, let's rest."
Kurt woke up a couple hours later with Blaine's mouth on his cock. Kurt moaned softly as he thrust up into Blaine.
They're ready for round 2….
Then round 3….
"Damn, Kurt. That was amazing!"
Lying there on the bed facing Blaine. Kurt smiled as he caught his breath.
"Yeah, yeah it was."
After all our reasons why
(All our reasons were a lie)
All our reasons were a lie
(After all our reasons)
(Love was left aside)
For all our pride
Love was left aside
Blaine gathered some wipes and cleaned them up once again. Blaine cuddled up against Kurt, he kissed him on the lips, then kissed him on the forehead.
"Let's sleep." He turned around so they could spoon. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and they quickly went to sleep.
Hey, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, baby
I can't find the reasons
That my love won't disappear
Can't find the reasons
Why I love you
Baby, my dear
Can't find the reasons
Wanna love you all night
Can't find the reasons
Gotta squeeze ya, real tight
Can't find the reasons
Baby, yeah
For my tears
Can't find the reasons
Why I love ya
Why I need ya
Blaine woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing. The curtains were closed. He didn't remember closing them last night. 'Did someone close the curtains?'
Shaking his head, 'focus!'
'It's Wes, I'll text him back later.'
Rubbing his head and trying to get up. Blaine was hungover and sore. He looked at the time and realized it was after 1:00 pm. His head hurts, and he's trying to gather his thoughts. Suddenly he remembered last night.
'Kurt…'
He looks around and there's no sign of Kurt. He slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take care of business. After washing his hands, he sees it. A post-it note left on the mirror. 'Thanks for an incredible night. -K'
Blaine stares at the note a few seconds too long. What did he expect? It was a one night stand. He's had one night stands before. But why does his stomach feel like it's tied in knots? Why does his heart ache? Why does it feel like he's lost something that he's never had? He wished he had woken up sooner so he could've at least seen him one more time. Last night was the best night of his life! Meeting Kurt at Club Rainbow had been captivating from the moment he laid eyes on him.
Friday night…
Club Rainbow was a popular club in the West Village that welcomed everyone. It was a 25 and up club.
Kurt was drinking at the bar with friends when Blaine approached him.
"Kurt, I swear if you don't get up off your cute little butt and dance with me, I'm going to drag you out by your precious Alexander McQueen." A brunette was leaning on him shouting.
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me!"
"Excuse me, please."
All eyes looked up at the stranger. He was about 5'8" tall, warm hazel eyes, dark curly hair, with a curl that fell over his forehead. He had a smile to die for. He looked vaguely familiar but Kurt couldn't place him at the moment. The shortest brunette sat up straighter and gave her best smile.
"Hello. My name is Rachel." But the man acted as if she hadn't spoken a word. The stranger seemed to only have eyes for Kurt.
'He looks awfully familiar.' Rachel thought to herself.
"May I have this dance?"
Kurt was speechless and stunned by this beautiful man. As he looked back at his friends, who were smiling at him. Rachel was mouthing, 'Go!' Kurt turned to look at the stranger again.
"Y- Yes. Yes you may."
Blaine offered his hand and Kurt shook it. "My name is Blaine."
"Kurt."
Kurt is two inches taller than Blaine. With Chestnut hair styled high on his head. There's highlights. His eyes are glasz colored. They change with the lighting from green, to blue, to gray. At the moment, they were blue. His skin is pale and smooth. He's slim built with legs for days. Seeing him closeup, Blaine is enthralled.
"If you'll excuse us, please." Blaine helped him off the stool.
Kurt didn't let go of Blaine's hand as he led him out on the dance floor. Looking down at their joined hands, Blaine smiled as his heart was beating like a drum in his chest.
As they turned around to face each other, they locked eyes. "You're really beautiful, you know. I couldn't take my eyes off you." Blaine admitted.
"You're quite lovely yourself and a gentleman." Kurt answered.
The music was loud and the drinks kept coming. They spend hours on the dance floor with eyes only for each other. Grinding up on each other. Kissing and hugging while dancing. Sweat dripped down their necks and into their shirts. Suddenly Kurt had enough.
Noticing the shift in Kurt, "Is something wrong? Would you like to take a break? Need another drink?" Blaine asked.
"No."
Blaine looked down, feeling defeated, as if the evening was about to come to an abrupt end.
"I want to go to your house." Kurt announced.
Looking directly into each other's eyes. "Okay."
This time Blaine took Kurt by the hand and led him out of the club.
Saturday morning
"Coffee. I need coffee and Tylenol." Blaine murmured to himself as he headed into the kitchen and started the coffeemaker. While waiting for his coffee he grabbed the Tylenol and a glass of water and took the painkillers. He sat back down at the kitchen island waiting for his coffee. But his mind kept going back to Kurt.
'Shake it off, Blaine. It was a one night stand. Admittedly, the best you've ever had. Shit, the best SEX you've ever had! But a one night stand nevertheless. Let it go!'
Blaine groaned as he spoke aloud. "I need a shower, then I'll text Wes back."
After drinking his coffee, Blaine walked down the hall to shower.
Blaine: Hey Wes, What's up
Wes: I was just calling to make sure you got home alright last night. You left without even saying goodbye to us. I take it you had a very good night
Blaine: The best. But it's over now. Anything else you wanted? I have some errands to run, and I have to practice my dance moves for rehearsal next week.
Wes was a little taken aback how matter of factly Blaine seemed to be. Wes knows it's best to let him work through it on his own. He'll wait for his oblivious friend to come to him when he's ready to talk about it.
Wes: No, that's it. Was just concerned about you, that's all.
Blaine: Well I'm fine. We're still on for racquetball in the morning?
Wes: Of course. See you tomorrow.
Blaine: See you tomorrow.
Wes and Blaine have been playing racquetball since their high school days at Dalton. Dalton is a prep school in Westerville, Ohio. They also were in their school's acapella choir together. With both of them now living in New York, they keep it up when their schedules allow it.
Blaine, 28, is a theater actor. While Wes, 29, is an attorney.
Kurt hates doing the walk of shame. He took an Uber instead of the subway. No way he was getting on the train with his clothes all wrinkled and smelling like sex. Not on a Saturday morning. Everyone would know. So he splurged on an Uber to take him home.
Kurt, 28, is a men's clothing designer. He recently started his own clothing line after working for Vogue for ten years. He was happy and content with his success.
He's not in a relationship and hasn't been in one for a while. His last serious relationship was Adam. They dated for a few years. A British blonde he met at Callbacks. A club that's frequented by NYADA students. He went with Rachel for Karaoke Night. Adam attended NYADA while Kurt went to Parson. They even tried living together, but it didn't work out. Adam was sweet, but there was no spark. He eventually went back home.
Once Kurt was home, he plugged in his phone which had died sometime this morning. He decided to shower first, then coffee. He has never spent the night with a one night stand. He won't make a habit of doing it again either. They usually come to his place and he would have the other man leave when they're done doing the deed. But there was just something about Blaine.
'Stop. It was fun, but…'
'It was a one night stand. You'll never see him again. You don't even know his last name. But damn the sex was so HOT!' Kurt's inner monologue was going to drive him crazy.
He grabbed his things and headed to his in-suite to shower. He tried to think about the sketches he needed to work on today.
Hair washed and styled. Kurt is fully dressed in gray yoga pants and a purple off the shoulders hoodie. He needed to be comfortable today.
His phone began to buzz. He rolled his eyes after he saw the caller.
Kurt: Hello.
Rachel: Oh you're alive and well, I see. I almost called the police. But I remembered you have to be missing 24 hours before they will even take a missing persons report. I've been calling you since last night. I take it you weren't alone. Anything you'd like to share? Also you could've told me you were leaving last night, Kurt. I was so worried.
Kurt: I'm sorry for leaving you and Santana. But Rach, you watched me leave last night. Why do I have to call you? You saw me walk out the club!
Rachel: That's not the point, Kurt. You could've been in danger. At least call and let me know you're okay.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
Kurt: Okay Rachel, I promised to let you know when I'm leaving the club without you. How was your night? Did you girls have a good time?
Rachel: Way to deflect and yes we did. Santana met a girl and brought her back to the apartment. I had to sleep with noise cancelling earbuds again.
Rachel paused for a moment.
Rachel: Seems like everyone's getting laid except me. But I made a promise to myself to wait for a meaningful relationship. After Brody, losing Finn, and Jon, I decided not to throw myself around with meaningless sex. I hope you at least used protection!
Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly counting to five.
Kurt: Firstly Rachel, you are not my mother. Last time I checked, I don't have one! You will not take your passive/ aggressive BS out on ME! One more thing Rachel, I'm a grown man! Been on my own for a lot of years! I can take care of myself. I have to go. I have work to do.
Kurt hung up the phone.
'How dare she judge me.'
His phone buzzed. He received a text.
Rachel: I'm sorry Kurt. I am glad you had a good time. Brunch tomorrow?
Kurt: Sure. I'll see you for brunch. Same place, same time. Bye
Kurt threw the phone on the bed. He felt like pulling his hair out. Rachel is one of his best friends from high school. They attended McKinley high and were in Glee club together back in Lima, Ohio. Many times they competed against each other. She later attended NYADA. She's been working off Broadway mostly. She's also a pain in his ass most of the time. He knows she means well but sometimes he wished she would just shut the fuck up! He took a deep breath and decided not to let her get to him. He made coffee and toast and headed into his workroom to do some work. Thinking about Blaine, suddenly he was hit with inspiration.
"Pay up, Wes."
"I can't believe I made a bet with you. I'm never playing you again."
"Yes you are. Just quit gambling against me. You know damn well I'm going to beat your ass!" Blaine laughed as Wes handed him a new hundred dollar bill.
They showered and changed at the racquetball club.
"So where to for lunch? Winner chooses the restaurant."
"I heard about this place in Midtown called Steak Freak. It has great reviews. Everyone at work has been raving about it." Blaine gushed.
"Lead the way, good man." Wes and Blaine laughed as they walked towards Midtown.
After they finished their meal, Blaine hesitated for a moment, then began to talk.
"The man I left the club with Friday night has been on my mind all weekend. I don't know his last name, his occupation or anything. All I know is I'll cherish every moment I spend with him. He was like a magnet and I was quickly drawn to his side. I've never been so bold before. But with him, how could I not be? He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Snarky and funny, too. I don't know Wes, I've never felt this way about anyone before. He was already gone when I woke up yesterday. I'd give anything to find him. To get to know him. Maybe….maybe even ask him out on a proper date."
"Wow Blaine. You really like him, don't you?"
Blaine took a sip of his coffee.
"I've never seen you like this before. What can I do to help? Any idea what his interests are? As a lawyer, I do have access to information others don't. Any clues?"
"He's very fashionable. I even heard his friend threaten to ruin his Alexander McQueen shirt when I walked up to him. One of his friends' names was Rachel. Short. Loud. Pretty. The other was taller, Latina and also very pretty. I didn't get her name. The shirt he was wearing cost around 1,000. He's not some entry level assistant, that's for sure."
Wes looked at Blaine surprisingly.
"What? I'm gay and I like fashion, okay? Anyway, he could be a schoolteacher for all we know."
"Not wearing a 1,000 shirt." Wes pointed out.
"True." Blaine agreed.
"Thank you, Wes. For trying to help me. But I think I'm going to let the Universe work this one out. If it's meant to be… and all that jazz."
"Okay. But if you find anything. A last name or an occupation. I'm pretty sure I can get a phone number for you."
They said their goodbyes and Blaine decided to walk home. The weather was a beautiful 80 degrees today. Also he needed to clear his head.
Kurt had brunch with Rachel and they made up. She apologized for taking her frustrations out on him. She's ready to try dating again. They decided to go shopping to purchase some new outfits for Rachel. Kurt promised to come around the loft more. After seeing Rachel home, Kurt took the subway back to Manhattan.
His mind kept taking him back to Blaine. Blaine was sweet, attentive, charming, gorgeous, and let's not forget, the best lover Kurt has ever had. He knows it was only for one night. He knows he's supposed to forget it and move on. But he can't. Something about Blaine that causes his heart to beat faster. Something about how Blaine looked at him causes Kurt to melt like a puddle on the floor. Something about Blaine won't let Kurt forget him.
'Oh, the hell with this. I like Blaine. I can't deny it. I'd like to see him again. I'd like to go out on a date with him, if he'd have me. I feel like an ass for not leaving my number. Or remembering his address. I wonder if I can call Uber and find out where they picked me up? No, I walked a few blocks before I called an Uber. I'll find it on my own or let fate decide.'
Kurt felt better. At least he can admit to himself he likes Blaine. And he hopes he finds him….soon. So if anyone up there wants to help him? He'd gladly accept it. Praying to a God he doesn't believe in. Relief washed over Kurt like running water. He trusts when the time is right, he will find Blaine. Maybe he'll go back to Club Rainbow and look for him. He smiled as he headed up to his apartment.
During the next couple months work was busy for the both of them. They hadn't had time to go out. Still, both believed that they would see each other again.
Blaine's getting ready to open his show called American Boy, on Broadway. American Boy is a musical about a young man who goes on an adventure traveling to the UK. Meets a girl from London and brings her to the USA to show her all the major cities and sights. They travel, shop, enjoy the food from each city, party, and fall in love.
Rehearsal has been going great. But it takes up every minute of his time. When he's not working, he's soaking his body in the tub, or trying to stay on top of his housework. He's thinking about hiring help soon. Someone to do the grocery shopping, laundry and light housekeeping. He decided to wait until the opening of the show and see how the reviews go. He dreams of Kurt every night as he closes his eyes to sleep.
Kurt is busy! Kurt got a huge order for men's suits from Nordstrom Department Store. He also sells the suits at his store, along with a plethora of men's clothings. He's been so busy he now has a staff of seven to help him stay on top of the orders. With the business growing. He was able to acquire the building next door to him. Construction starts in a month. Every night he comes home bone tired. Every night he remembers Blaine and smiles as he falls asleep.
"Okay Santana, I'll go with you. See you Sunday morning at 9:00."
Kurt is meeting Santana today. He doesn't know why. When it comes to Santana he's learned not to question it. Just go along with it. It will make your life much easier. She may be a hot headed crazy friend, but she's loyal and true and he loves her.
Santana is a realtor. A successful one at that. Being cut-throat comes in handy in this business. She found her calling. She actually sold Kurt his apartment.
"Hey Tana! Good to see you again!" They hugged as they greeted one another.
"Kurt, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Dani. She has a really cool band that plays around the city. Dani, meet Kurt, my best friend."
"It's good to finally meet you, Kurt. I've heard so much about you."
"All good I hope?"
"All good." Dani responded with a smile.
Kurt could see why Santana liked her. She's gorgeous and sweet. She seems to keep Santana calmed and level headed.
"Let's walk, Kurt. I need to show you something."
Puzzled, they walked up West 45th Street. They stopped suddenly.
"Kurt, I want you to slowly turn around when I tell you to. Then look up. Ready? Turn around, Kurt."
Kurt did what he was told. Slowly he looked up and …no, it can't be! Blaine? Blaine's picture on a marquee! Blaine is a Broadway actor? Blaine Anderson is the American Boy!
"Oh My God, Santana! How? What?"
"Take a deep breath, Lady! Actually, it was Dani who knew of him. She's a theater nerd. She's been a fan of his for years. She saw you leave Club Rainbow with him. At the time, she didn't know you were my friend. When I showed her pictures of you, she asked me about it. Even though you never said anything. My Mexican third-eye told me something was wrong. You've been bitching and moping around ever since that night. I put two and two together. So last night, we came to see the show. The hobbit wasn't that bad, if I do say so myself."
"Santana…" Dani gave her a look.
"Okay, okay. He was great actually. You two would be good together. Here. Here's a ticket for his show today at 3:00. This gives you time to get pretty. Also, you have access backstage after the show. Again, courtesy of Dani. She knows the stage manager."
"Playing in a popular band has its perks" she shrugged.
"I can't believe this is happening! You've found Blaine! We have a last name! How could I ever thank you two? You know, even if nothing comes of it, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you. Thank you so much."
With tears in his eyes, he hugged Santana and Dani.
"You're welcome." Dani replied.
"How can I ever repay you two?"
"Santana whispered in his ear, "when the time comes, you're making our wedding dresses. Free of charge."
"Most certainly." Kurt whispered back.
"So, go home. Get pampered and be here to get your man this afternoon! Our work here is done." Santana held Dani's hand as they walked towards 8th Ave.
Dani waved goodbye to Kurt as Santana led her away from the Al Hirschfeld Theater.
Kurt arrived at the theater forty five minutes before showtime. He was nervous as hell! Of course he was! But he's Kurt Hummel. He's nothing if not professional. He had flowers sent to Blaine as soon as he left Santana and Dani. A beautiful large bouquet of red and yellow roses. With a card enclosed saying, Break A Leg. No signature was included. Once he was allowed in the theater, he found his seat quickly. Looking at the Playbill he learned Blaine Anderson is from Westerville, Ohio! Just ninety minutes away from where Kurt grew up! Just an hour and half away.
Blaine and the cast have gotten great reviews about their role in American Boy. The cast all breathed a sigh of relief. He's more relaxed and enjoying his first headliner. After years on Broadway, this is the break he's been waiting for. He has almost everything he's ever wanted. Almost. His family came to the opening night. It was the first time his dad ever told him he was proud of him. His mother cried tears of joy and his older brother Cooper, tried to give him pointers.
"Blaine, you should point with more pizzazz!" Blaine rolled his eyes. Cooper is an actor in LA.
Wes and the rest of the Warblers came to the show on the first weekend it opened. It was so good to see everyone. He's grateful for their support. David promised to visit more since he only lives a train ride away in Boston. Jeff and Nick are expecting their first child in about four months. Trent is a sports agent in Chicago. And Thad is a tech guy for Tesla in San Francisco. It was so great to catch up. Blaine couldn't stay out too late with them after the show Friday night. The Warblers spend Saturday as tourists, minus Blaine. On Sunday they had breakfast with Blaine before heading back home. Still, he was so thrilled to see all of them. That was two weeks ago.
Today he has one show and he's off Monday. So he looked forward to Sunday shows.
Seeing the beautiful roses in his dressing room made his heart skip a beat. There was no signature on the card. Only a message to break a leg. 'Who could've sent them? Why no signature? Was it? Could it be? Or is it just wishful thinking?'
He has no time to ponder over it. The bouquet is beautiful! And very expensive! Everyone who walked by his room was in awe of the roses.
"Five minutes!"
That's his cue. Gotta go.
Kurt stood up and clapped along with the audience. He wiped a tear away with his thumb. Blaine was fantastic! He looked amazing on stage. The cast takes their final bow and quickly leaves the stage.
Kurt takes a few deep breaths and heads back to Blaine's dressing room. He decided to wait at least ten minutes in case Blaine was changing. But he didn't want to wait too long and lose his chance. He's not about to throw away his shot! Showing security his pass, he ushered him to go ahead. When he reached Blaine's door he was so scared.
'What if Blaine doesn't even remember me? They had been drinking that night. What if he laughs in my face and tells me to get lost? It was a one night stand. Oh God, what if I made it all up in my head? What if it meant nothing to him? What if I mean nothing to him? Oh no!'
Kurt felt a panic attack coming on. Breathe, C'mon! Breathe. At that moment, the door opened…
Kurt looked up and there he was. Right in front of him. As beautiful as ever. Kurt couldn't remember how to breathe.
"Kurt? Kurt? You're here!" Blaine threw his arms around Kurt. A surprised Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist.
"I've never been so happy to see someone in my life! You're here! I didn't know how to find you!"
"You….you're happy to see me?" A surprised Kurt asked.
"Always. Of course I am. I've not been able to get you off my mind since the night we met, Kurt." Blaine looked up at Kurt with hesitation.
"I'd like to talk to you some more. Please don't leave. I just have to take these to costumes. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. But no matter what, do not leave. Promise me?"
"I won't leave. I'll be here when you come back. I promise."
Looking around, "I see you got my flowers."
"You send them? Will you believe me if I told you I was hoping they were from you? By the way, they're beautiful, just like you. Thank you."
Kurt cheeks blushed a bright red.
Blaine turned around, came back and grabbed Kurt's face and kissed him passionately. Then he was gone to turn in his costumes. The kiss left Kurt speechless.
A couple minutes later there was a knock at the door, then the door opened.
"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room. I'm looking for Blaine."
Kurt's heart dropped. 'No. No…. Am I too late?'
"This is Blaine's room. He stepped out for a moment."
"And you are?
"I'm Kurt. "
"Sebastian."
'Sebastian was tall, lean and sort of good looking if you like meerkats.'
"How do you know my boyfriend?"
'Boyfriend? No, no, no.'
"We met a few months ago." Kurt replied.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone with my boyfriend when he returns. I'd like to christen this drab old room, if you know what I mean?" He winked at Kurt.
"But, if you'd rather watch?"
Kurt was about to be sick. "Oh, of…of course. I'll, I'll just leave. Please tell Blaine he was…he was amazing today."
"I'd rather show him how amazing he was, instead." Sebastian said.
'This guy is an ass. Blaine's with him? I gotta get out of here. Now!'
'What about your promise? You promised him you wouldn't leave! Yeah, that was before I knew he had a boyfriend.'
Kurt opened the door and walked out without another word. His heart was broken into a thousand pieces. Once outside, he let the tears flow. He's never felt like this before. He's never hurt like this before either. He just wants to go home. Get in bed and never come out.
'To think that I could have something with Blaine. I'm his one night stand. Of course I meant nothing to him! What the fuck was I thinking?'
Once he entered his apartment, he kicked his shoes off at the door. Went into his bedroom and climbed under the covers. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He turned his phone off. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Especially not Santana. How could he have been so stupid? It's true. Love makes you do some dumb shit. Love?
Kurt cried himself to sleep. He called in Monday to let them know he was ill and wasn't coming in today. Everyone knew what to do. He stayed in bed. With his phone still turned off, he went back to sleep. But every time he went to sleep he relived that kiss. If Blaine has a boyfriend, why did he kiss Kurt like that? That kiss damn near knocked Kurt off his feet. He pulled the duvet over his head.
"Kurt I'm so happy you're here!" Blaine said as he rushed back into the room. Looking around for Kurt.
"Kurt?" "Kurt?"
"There's no Kurt here, Killer. But I'm here. How about some love for me?"
"What the hell are you doing here Sebastian and where's Kurt?"
"Is that how you treat your favorite boyfriend?"
"Cut the crap, Seb! What did you do to Kurt?"
"Why do you think I did anything to him? I don't even know what you're talking about? No one was here when I got here. I swear!"
"You're lying. And when I find out you had something to do with this, I swear I'm going to kick your ass! Get the hell out of here!"
"You know, you're really hot when you pretend to be angry, Killer. Still sex on a stick and sings like a dream."
"Get. The. Fuck. Out! Trust me, my dislike of you is not pretense!"
Blaine called security to have Sebastian escorted out of the theater.
"Why you gotta be like this, Blaine? You know we belong together. You will always be mine. It's always going to be you and me!" Sebastian said as he was leaving.
"Please get him out of here."
Fuming, Blaine couldn't believe his fucking luck. 'Kurt was right here! He came to see the musical! He was here in my dressing room!'
He took a closer look at his beautiful bouquet of roses and bent down to smell them. Holding the card in his hand. He took the card and placed it in his wallet. Blaine began to cry softly.
"Oh Kurt, where are you?" Blaine whimpered. He dropped down in the chair, while hugging his knees to his chest.
Having heard Blaine yelling a moment ago, his friend and castmate, Chelsea entered the room, "Blaine, are you alright?"
"No, no, I'm not." He said in a whisper as he sat there feeling defeated.
"I need a moment alone right now, Chels, please."
"Sure. But if you need me please don't hesitate to let me know."
Then he remembered he had to go to stagedoor. So he dried his tears up, took a quick shower and went out to greet the fans. He quickly signed Playbills and took selfies with the fans. He answered a few questions, then hurried home.
The theater provides a driver for him. On the drive through Manhattan, Blaine was quiet. Looking out of the window wearing shades. He didn't want Mark, his driver, to see he was upset. Once he was home, he thanked his driver and headed up to his apartment. He didn't know what to do. He decided to text his best friend.
Blaine: Wes, I need you. Can you come over please
Wes: On my way.
Blaine: Use your key.
Wes: K
Wes entered the apartment carrying Thai takeout, beer, and a couple slices of strawberry cheesecake. He knows his friend well. He knows something is terribly wrong. Did he get a bad review? Did something happen at the theater? Did he forget his lines? Forgot the lyrics to a song? What could have happened? Earlier today he was so excited and looking forward to his Sunday evening off.
"Blaine, I'm here!"
No reply.
"Blaine."
He walked towards the bedroom where Blaine was lying on the bed watching TV.
"I brought beer and dinner. Blaine, are you sick?"
"I guess you could say that. I'm sick of things not working out for me. Sick of life giving me a taste of happiness then snatching it right up from under me. Sick of Sebastian!" Blaine spat out Sebastian's name.
"Wait, wait, wait, Sebastian was here?"
"He showed up at the theater today."
"No." Wes said.
Blaine dated Sebastian during his senior year at Dalton. After graduating they dated long distance. Blaine attended Baldwin Wallace University in Berea, Ohio for musical theater. While Sebastian attended UCLA. Blaine flew out to surprise Seb for his birthday. Instead, Blaine was the one surprised. Sebastian was sleeping with the guy across the hall. Angry and hurt, Blaine ended things and flew back to Ohio.
Wes handed Blaine a beer and Blaine took a sip.
"Are you hungry?"
I am, but I can't possibly eat right now. God I could kill that bastard.
"What happened, Blaine?"
Blaine told him everything. About the flowers, Kurt showing up backstage. Kissing Kurt, how it felt so right. Kurt seemed surprised that Blaine was searching for him. Having to step out to turn in his costumes for cleaning. Making Kurt promise not to leave. Coming back and finding Sebastian there instead. Knowing Seb had something to do with Kurt's departure. Having to call security on Seb.
"Wes, we have to find him. Time is of the essence. The longer we wait, I'm afraid Kurt is going to move on. I know Seb told him he's my boyfriend or some shit like that."
"He wouldn't?"
"He would! He's done it before! Remember Max?"
Max was Blaine's boyfriend after Seb. Sebastian somehow convinced Max that he and Blaine were still dating.
"He even called himself my favorite boyfriend today! Said we're going to always be together. Of course he told Kurt that we were dating! Why else would Kurt leave when he had promised me just ten minutes before that he would stay. He promised, Wes."
"I didn't get his number or his last name. Wes, as my best friend and my attorney I need you to work your magic. I can't lose Kurt before I ever get him!"
"Give me a moment to think."
"How did Kurt find you?"
"I don't know. Maybe he heard about the show? Saw my picture?"
"Perhaps. That's possible. Or one of his friends saw your picture. I have an idea."
"I'll do anything. Just tell me."
"Kurt had a backstage pass. First we start there. It had to have his name on it to get him backstage. There has to be a list. I'll find out who got it for him. Also it's time to look into getting a restraining order against Seb."
Blaine shook his head, yes.
"Look Wes, Kurt found me. Now it's my turn to find him. Thank you, Wes."
"We will find him, Blaine. I promise."
"Let's eat. I'm starved." Wes announced and Blaine's stomach growled.
Blaine looked down and patted his stomach "I guess I could eat." Wes snickered. Blaine got off the bed and they went into the kitchen to eat the food Wes brought.
Kurt returned to work on Tuesday. He vowed to put Blaine behind him. This is the time to concentrate on his career. His business is growing and he has no time for games. He came in early and left later to make up for Monday. He created two new designs for young men. They completed their suits for Nordstrom. Dead tired, Kurt cleared his workstation, turned off the lights, grabbed his messenger bag and headed home.
He's too tired to cook tonight. So he ordered takeout once he settled in. He hasn't eaten much since Sunday. So naturally he's quite hungry. He decided on some Italian tonight. Maybe enough for leftovers tomorrow. He showered and changed into sweat pants and an old McKinley t-shirt. Once the food was delivered, he ate in the kitchen with music playing in the background.
There's a knock at his door. 'Oh, for crying out loud. Why would anyone drop by unannounced?'
"Who is it?"
"Me. Open up."
'Dammit, why didn't I pretend I wasn't home?'
He slowly opened the door.
"I could've used the spare that you gave us. I decided to give you a chance to open the door."
"That key is for emergencies only." Kurt facepalmed.
"Well if you'd answer your damn phone…"
"Santana, I'm tired. I just got home from work an hour ago. What do you want?"
"You're not answering your phone and by your bitchy attitude, I'm assuming things didn't work out with the Hobbit?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest.
"No they did not and I would appreciate it if we didn't mention him ever again."
"I can't do that until you tell me what happened."
"I don't want to talk about it. It was humiliating."
"Humiliating? What happened, Kurt? Did he reject you? Pretend he didn't know you? Because if you want me to, I can fuck him up!"
Santana walked over to the sofa, sat down and crossed her legs.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me. So, what did he do? And don't even think about leaving anything out. Remember, my Mexican third-eye." Pointing to her forehead.
Kurt closed his eyes and exhaled then sat down beside her. Santana deserved to know. After all she did to find Blaine for him. So he told her everything.
"Sounds like someone was lying. If Blaine seemed so happy to see you. Was trying to find you? Doesn't sound like he's into that Sebastian guy."
"It's been months. Maybe it's a new relationship?"
"Kurt, he kissed you. Passionately. That's not something you do when you're dating someone else."
"Maybe he's a cheater? I mean, he slept with me the first night we met."
"You slept with him the first night you met. Wasn't it your idea to leave and go to his place?"
Kurt dropped his head, while rubbing his forehead. Thinking, 'I really don't need the reminder right now.'
"I'm not judging. I've had my share of one night stands. Dani was supposed to be one. I met her the same night you met Blaine. I know what it's like to feel that instant connection. Kurt, I know. Don't give up on Blaine because some asshole came in and told you a bunch of lies to get you to leave."
"You really believe he was lying?"
"Yes I do. People lies. Do me a favor, I want you to think about Blaine's reaction when he saw you again. How did Blaine look at you? How was he acting around you? Think about that, okay. Sounds like that asshole wants Blaine for himself. I wished you'd stuck around and gave the Hobbit a chance to tell you the truth. Does he know your full name?"
Kurt shook his head, no.
"He still doesn't have your number?"
Kurt again, shook his head, no.
"Oh, Kurt. Come to Auntie Snixx."
Kurt goes to her and she hugs him tightly. Rubbing circles on his back.
"Tana, I'm so tired of crying over a guy I don't even know. Maybe it's not meant to be? Maybe I should give up on relationships? I'm so exhausted."
Kurt laid his head down on Santana's lap.
"I know you are. But Kurt, is Blaine worth it to you?"
Kurt closed his eyes and remembered the time he spent with Blaine. His smile, the way he looked at Kurt, the way he held his hand and wouldn't let go. The way he danced with him. His kindness, he's polite and charming, the sex, how he took the time to clean Kurt up every time. How happy he seemed to see Kurt again. The kiss that blew him away.
"Yes. He's worth it."
"Then don't give up."
"But I want him to come find me this time. Santana, stay out of it. If he thinks I'm worth it, then he'll find me. The ball is in his court."
"Lady Lips, you just made a sports idiom? I'm a proud mama."
"Shut up, Satan." They both sniggered. Santana gently massaged his scalp until he fell asleep. She slowly removed herself from under him. She placed a pillow under his head and grabbed a duvet from the back of the sofa and placed it over him. Kissing his forehead. She turned off his music and put his food in the refrigerator. Then she quietly left the apartment.
"Hey Blaine!" Chelsea walked over while sipping her margarita.
"Nice turn out for Jess' birthday, isn't it?"
Blaine shook his head while drinking his scotch.
"How's things going with you?" She asked with concern.
"It's going. How are you doing, Chels?"
"I'm doing very well. See that guy over there? Jason? He asked me out."
"Good for you! Wait, you're going, right? Jason's hot!"
"Of course I'm going. Look at him! What about you? Seeing anyone special?"
"Not at the moment. But I'm working on it."
Thomas walked over to where they were standing. "Hey Blaine. Want to dance?"
"Uh, I'm going to take a rain check on that. I think I'm going to head on home. Goodnight.-"
Chelsea grabbed his hand before he could walk away.
"Blaine, are you okay? You've been sort of down for the past few weeks. I'm here for you if you ever need to talk."
"Thank you, Chels. I'm gonna go." Blaine hugged her then quietly left the cast party.
"Blaine I found him!"
"I can't believe you all brought me here!"
"Zip it! It's Dani's birthday and this is where she wanted to celebrate. Besides, it's early and the place isn't crowded yet. You can leave after we cut the cake." Santana snapped at Kurt.
"Why are you smiling like an idiot, Rachel?" Kurt watched her curiously.
"I'm not! I'm just happy you came out with us this evening. I've missed you, Kurt."
"I've missed you too, Rach."
"Kurt, why don't you go to the bar and get our drinks. You know what we want." Santana suggested to Kurt.
Without saying a word, Kurt headed to the bar.
"Nice save, Yentl. Please stop smiling like that!" Santana cautioned Rachel.
Twenty minutes later
"Let's dance!" Rachel shouted as she dragged Kurt, Dani, and Santana out on the dance floor. They had a table reserved so they weren't worried about losing it.
After a while, Kurt began to loosen up and enjoy himself. The four of them were dancing, laughing and having a good time. Kurt doing his famous shimmy dance. Santana was twerking on Dani while she laughed and Rachel was being Rachel. Someone tapped on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt slowly turned around.
"May I have this dance?"
Kurt's breath hitched. Holding his breath, he looked at the man in front of him, then looked at his friends who were all grinning. He looked down at the hand extended to him, then back up at the face.
"Yes, you may."
Kurt took his hand and the DJ came over the mic, here's an oldie but goodie, Madonna, Crazy For You.
Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
They started dancing. Kurt felt like he was dreaming. Was he dreaming? He was here with Blaine! Blaine was here! Blaine is dancing with him!
I see you through the smokey air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that
'If this is a dream please don't let me wake up.' Kurt thought.
I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you
Starring in each other's eyes. Dancing so close, Kurt wondered if Blaine could feel his heart beating so fast?
Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all
It's as if they'd never lost touch with one another. Blaine smiled at Kurt. Kurt's heart just melted. Damn, he was crazy for this man!
Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see
Listening to the words to this song. Kurt is becoming emotional.
I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
Blaine leans his head on Kurt's shoulder. Thinking to himself, 'Third times the charm. I won't lose him again.'
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss
You'll feel it in my kiss
Because I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you
Crazy for you
Crazy for you
Crazy for you
Blaine pulled Kurt closer and Kurt put his arms around Blaine's neck. Like magnets, their bodies were brought together. Blaine leaned closer to Kurt's ear and whispered…. "I'm crazy for you, Kurt."
It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
I'm crazy, crazy for you
It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
Yeah, I'm crazy for you
Crazy for you, baby
Kurt looked at Blaine with so much desire. Both displaying heart eyes. Kurt kissed Blaine softly, he held Blaine's face, gave him butterfly kisses on his nose, forehead, both cheeks. Then he kissed Blaine's lips, barely there at first. The kiss was so intimate and warm. Kurt's heart pounding in his chest while Blaine knees gave in. Kurt got him. He pulled him in closer and draped both arms around him. Blaine's body reacted to Kurt instinctively. The warm feeling of Blaine's breath was enticing. Blaine felt as if his heart stopped. Kurt moaned, making throaty sounds that only Blaine could hear. Blaine's cologne was intriguing. The kiss was intense and hungry. They kissed as if they were the only two in the room. The song ended and they slowly came out of their trance. Staring into each other's eyes. Breathing hard. Kurt took Blaine's hand, and smiled at him. He began walking towards the door. They waved goodbye to their friends and exited Club Rainbow.
Yeah, I'm crazy for you
Reasons by Earth, Wind, and Fire
Crazy For You by Madonna
Club Rainbow is a fictional place
American Boy Musical is fictional