Chapter 7: Old Promises
OMFG! I CAN'T! I'M DYING! FUCK YOU BLAINE ANDERSON! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!
-OMG what? What happened?! Was he perfection? He was fucking perfection wasn't he?!
-HE DEDICATED MIRRORS TO SOMEBODY! THIS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING BREATHTAKING ASSHOLE FUCKING DEDICATED MIRRORS TO SOMEONE! I'M DEAD!
-ALWHFARKJHGAQKHGWOUHF WHAT?!
Omg guise! It's the same kid he tweeted about! Blaine dedicated Mirrors to his good luck charm and he tweeted last night about his good luck charm and OMG who is this kid?! Does anybody know? Someone please tell me who it is! I'M DYING!
-I cannot believe he did that! Has he ever even said anything about this kid other than last night?
-NO! He's never said anything about any good luck charm! NOT EVER! All of a sudden he's tweeting about it AND dedicating goddamn Mirrors to him? Yeah because that's not suspicious as hell! I call bullshit! This is Eric's way of getting people to stop talking about his soulmate! Management is so stupid!
OMG! OMG! OMG! WHAT IF THIS GOOD LUCK CHARM IS HIS SOULMATE?! OMG I BET IT IS! DEAD!
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-Shut the hell up! Blaine has not found his soulmate! He hasn't! STOP STARTING BULLSHIT RUMORS! Just STOP!
-No but...what if it IS his soulmate?! Just imagine how much more adorable Blaine would be! I'm dying!
-Blaine good luck charm = OTP 5Eva
"You guys ready?" Eric asked, his hand on the door handle.
The Warblers nodded and Eric opened the door, Tony walking out first followed by Eric and three bodyguards, then the guys and four more bodyguards. The fans went wild, screaming out for their favorite band member and taking pictures as the guys posed. The Warblers went down the line and signed as many autographs as possible. The closer they got to the bus, the louder the screams became, the fans desperate to be noticed.
"BLAINE! BLAINE!" Blaine glanced up from the picture he had been signing, smiling at the woman that caught his attention. "WHO'S YOUR GOOD LUCK CHARM?!"
Blaine smiled from ear to ear as he went to the next person. "He's someone who means alot to me," he answered.
"BUT WHO IS IT? IS HE YOUR SOULMATE? TELL US!" Blaine simply smiled and signed a couple more autographs as he made his way toward the bus. "TELL US!" The woman demanded.
Blaine posed for one final photo, a charming smile in place even though his insides were squirming uncomfortably, before he headed to the bus. He always prided himself on being open with his fans, being honest and sincere with them. They helped him get to where he was now and he was grateful for their constant love and admiration. But there were moments when Blaine was reminded of exactly how intense they could get, and though he had already decided to be honest with his fans about finding his beloved, he couldn't help but worry. The last thing he wanted to do was put Kurt in any kind of danger.
He followed Wes and David onto the bus, Jeff and Nick behind him, smiling brightly at Kurt who was sitting at the dining table before going to the window on the opposite side and waving to the fans. He couldn't regret what he had done during the concert. He didn't regret dedicating the song to Kurt. The smile on Kurt's face throughout their performance was more than enough reward. The brief encounter with that fan did put things in perspective though. It reminded him why he couldn't shout out to the world that Kurt was his one and only just yet. Blaine hoped Kurt would be ok with the plan they came up with. It was the only way he knew of to satisfy his fans' desire to be informed while keeping Kurt's identity secret.
"Alright, we're rolling out," Charles told them, Tony making sure the bus door was locked properly before taking a seat in the front next to Charles.
"Sweet," Jeff said, reaching for the hook that unlocked the window. The fans' screams filled the bus as Jeff stuck his head out of the window. "BYE!" he shouted at them before closing the window and then the blinds as the bus started to drive out.
The moment all the blinds were closed, Blaine made his way over to Kurt, sliding into the semi-circle bench and sat down next to him, his back against the seat. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's torso and brought their bodies close together, Kurt's back pressed against his chest. Kurt raised a questioning brow and Blaine smiled bashfully. "I just really want to hold you. Is that ok?" he asked, his tone gentle and a little cautious. Kurt smiled softly, a light blush on his cheeks, and nodded, adjusting his body comfortably against his beloved, placing his arms on top of Blaine's. Blaine grinned happily, intertwining their arms and resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder.
"So much internal flailing right now," Santana commented, pulling out her camera and taking a picture of them.
"Hey Tana, why don't you leave the lovebirds be and come hang with me and Nicky?" Jeff asked with a smirk, patting the space in-between him and Nick.
Santana let out a squeal, quickly moving over to the opposite side of the bus and settling herself down in-between them, her legs draped over Nick, her head resting on Jeff's shoulder. Nick and Jeff glanced at each other and laughed. Wes shook his head, an amused smile on his lips, and sat at one of the single tables with his laptop. David grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge, a mischievous glint in his eyes as an idea struck him.
"Are you comfortable enough Satan?" Kurt asked with a teasing smirk.
"Not nearly as comfy as you," she retorted and the ever present blush on his cheeks deepened.
Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt's cheek softly, Kurt melting even further into his arms. He could get used to these sweet moments very quickly.
Charles drove out of the parking lot, radioing with the others, including the crew member that was driving Santana's car, and quickly got on the freeway. "We're gonna circle around for about thirty minutes before making our way to Lima," he told Kurt.
"Thanks, Charles," Kurt smiled, his head resting back on Blaine's shoulder.
David grabbed the video camera, sat down next to Nick, and turned it on to himself. "David here. This is, Where It All Began tour log number 35, and we just finished our very first concert!" The guys cheered while David zoomed out of his face. "Now, this particular log is exceptionally awesome because today, right now, at this very moment, we have two special guests on the bus with us."
"David, don't," Wes said sternly but it fell on deaf ears as David turned the camera away from himself and over to Kurt and Blaine.
"David," Blaine warned but David waved him off.
"What? It's not like you two won't be out by the time the DVD is made," David said with a pointed look. "And if it doesn't make it on the DVD, it'll be perfect footage for your wedding rehearsal dinner," he said with a cheeky grin, zooming in on Kurt who was looking down, his face a bright red. "This is Kurt. He's Blaine's soulmate. Everybody say, Hi Kurt!"
"Oh god," Kurt muttered as David mimicked the voices of their fans greeting him.
David turned the camera on Santana who winked at him. "And this is Santana, Kurt's BFF and apparently Niff's new pet."
"I like the sound of that, Niff's pet. Me gusta," Santana purred, leaning her head back on Jeff who rolled his eyes. What had he gotten himself into?
"Now," David turned the camera back on Blaine and Kurt, "let's talk about how Blaine completely blindsided us and dedicated Mirrors to Kurt tonight." It was Blaine's turn to blush this time but he didn't turn away from David. Instead he stuck his tongue out at him and held Kurt a little tighter. "I'm all for romantic gestures but damn man, you couldn't warn us first?"
Blaine shrugged a little. "I told Eric," he said with a goofy grin.
"Yeah but only seconds before we performed," Wes cut in, David turning the camera on him. "I mean, really Blaine? We all know you're impulsive as hell, but wow."
Blaine pouted. "It's his birthday. I had to make it special," he said in a baby voice and Kurt could only internally swoon. Blaine really needed to stop being so damn perfect.
"Today's your birthday?" David asked, zooming in on Kurt.
"Yeah," Kurt replied hesitantly.
"Dude! That's awesome!" David exclaimed. "Hit it boys!"
The Warblers started harmonizing, Kurt gaping at them as they started singing Happy Birthday. Blaine sang directly into his ear, all coherent thoughts disappearing as Blaine's breath lingered on his neck. David made sure to keep the camera's focus on Kurt's flushed face. Screw the DVD. This footage would be reserved for their wedding, just so David could get a kick out of it.
They finished the song with a flourish, Kurt clapping with a huge smile and Santana cheering loudly. "Could you guys like, always sing and just never talk again? Cause damn," she sighed.
The guys laughed, Nick turning his attention to Kurt. "Alright so, that means that you bought the VIP tickets before you knew Blaine was your soulmate?"
"Well, yeah," Kurt said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, I wanted to meet him again, remind him of that night in the park," he said turning his head to look at Blaine who was smiling adoringly at him. "But I'm also a huge fan. You guys are my idols."
"Mine too," Santana said softly, all cockiness and snark aside. "I would probably still be in the closet if it wasn't for you guys."
"Awe, Tana," Jeff cooed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"This is great," David said happily. "Seriously the coolest thing I've heard in a while." Santana's phone started ringing, both her and Kurt tensing when they recognized the ringtone. "And that is the end of log 35," David said and shut the camera off. "You gonna answer that?"
"Um," Santana replied as she pulled her phone out of her jacket. "Should I answer?" she asked Kurt.
Kurt shrugged and sat up straighter. "She's gonna be pissed if you don't."
"Shit," Santana murmured. "Alright nobody say nothing," she said and answered the call. "Whatcha want, Q? I'm driving."
"Please tell me you know who the hell Blaine dedicated that song to," Quinn pleaded, Santana's eyes shifting over to Kurt. "Everyone's flipping out and the VIP people are saying that he was singing to someone in the front row and I know Kurt's gotta be freaking the hell out over it!"
"Girl please, we weren't paying attention to that shit," Santana said as she waved Kurt over to her. Kurt quickly untangled himself from Blaine's grasp, much to Blaine's dismay, and Santana nudged Jeff to move over for him. "I ain't got a damn clue who that song was for."
"Let me talk to Kurt."
Santana handed Kurt the phone. "Hey, Q. What's up?" he asked. "Who the hell did Blaine dedicate Mirrors to?"
Kurt looked up at Blaine, a shy smile on his lips. "Honestly, I have no idea. I was too busy drooling over the perfection that is Blaine's ass to pay attention," he smirked, David and Jeff holding back laughter, an almost seductive grin creeping up Blaine's face.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Hummel?" Quinn snapped. "You're supposed to know these things!"
"I don't know what you want me to tell you, Quinn," Kurt said with a sigh. "Except that Blaine Anderson is a Greek God. I mean really, that man is just-"
Quinn huffed in aggravation and cut Kurt off before he started on another, Blaine is perfect, rant. "Put Tana back on."
Kurt handed Santana her phone with a smirk. "What now? I'm about take my exit, I can't be on the phone," she snapped, feeling guiltier by the moment.
"Did you get me something cool?"
"Yes, Quinn."
"What is it?"
"An autograph shirt," Santana replied instantly. "Seriously, Q, I gotta go."
"Alright, alright," Quinn mumbled. "Just tell me real quick, is he doing ok with his soulmate? Is it someone we know?"
"Uh...yeah, let's not talk about that right now," Santana replied, nodding at Kurt.
"TANA, THE EXIT!"
"FUCK!"
"Damn it, Tana! Pay attention!" Kurt snapped angrily, holding back a grin.
"Quinn, I gotta go. I'll call you in the morning," Santana said and quickly hung up. "Fuck, she's gonna be so pissed off at me for hanging up on her," she grumbled, Kurt shrugging apologetically.
"Yo, that shit was hilarious!" David said, falling into a fit of laughter. Jeff snickered along. "Yeah, it really was."
"I exceptionally like how in sync you two are," Blaine said with a smirk. "Your back and forth was flawless."
"Reminds me of all those times at Dalton we bullshitted our way out of trouble," Wes sighed, recalling their teen years. "Trouble that you guys always got me into."
Nick scoffed. "Whatever. You were just as bad as us," he teased, Wes gasping in offense, the others laughing.
Santana and Kurt however were grimacing at their cell phones, each receiving an annoyed text from Quinn. Blaine noticed their sullen expressions and stopped laughing.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked with concern.
Kurt looked up, a worried look in his eyes. "Blaine, I'm not going to be able to keep this from Quinn," he said cautiously, the guys quieting down. "I know Eric said I couldn't tell anyone, but..."
"There's no way we're going to be able to get away with not telling her," Santana continued. "She knows when we're lying."
"Who is this?" Jeff asked curiously, not missing the change in Santana's tone.
Santana glanced at Kurt before answering. "She's on the Cheerios and in glee club with us, she's one of the Unholy Trinity," she said, Jeff once again picking up on the pain hidden in her voice, only this time Nick did too.
"We're always together," Kurt said, his tone bordering on desperate. "She's going to know we're hiding something huge."
"Do you trust her?" Blaine asked him seriously.
"Yes, I do," Kurt said with no hesitation.
Blaine smiled softly. "Then tell her. Hiding this from the people closest to you is going to be hard, Kurt. I know Eric wouldn't want you to but you're going to have to let some people know. You're going to need a strong support system to help you when the media eventually find out who you are."
Kurt sighed in relief, sending Blaine an appreciative smile. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, love," Blaine smiled. "Now get your adorable ass over here. You're way too far away and I miss you," he pouted and Kurt couldn't stop the giggle that escaped as he walked back over to Blaine. As soon as he sat down, Blaine wrapped his arms around his torso and brought him closer, leaving a gentle kiss in the crook of his neck. "Much better," he whispered against Kurt's skin, Kurt shivering.
"You keep saying, The Unholy Trinity," Jeff said to Santana as he scooted a little closer to her. "If Kurt's Porcelain, and it's you and Quinn, who's the third person?"
Santana bristled, crossing her arms over her chest. "We don't talk about her," she said dryly.
Jeff glanced over at Nick who was watching Santana, concern and a hint of recognition on his face. Nick looked up at Jeff, sadness in his eyes, and nodded a little. They were definitely going to keep Santana close.
"Kurt, we're taking this exit coming up then headed to Lima," Charles told him.
"How long of a drive will it be?" Kurt asked. "Since you took the detour and all."
"About two and a half hours, so we still have a little time," Charles said. "Ok, thanks," Kurt smiled and pulled out his phone.
He dialed his home number, the phone ringing only twice before it was picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Dad," Kurt greeted. "We're heading to Lima now. Charles, the bus driver, said we'll be there in about two and half hours."
"Alright, good. I'll keep a lookout for the huge tour bus down the street," Burt said and Kurt chuckled. "Is Blaine there with you?"
Kurt looked at Blaine with a raised brow. "Yeah, he's right next to me," he said hesitantly. "Why?" He knew what was coming and he wasn't looking forward to it in the least.
"Put him on the phone."
"Dad-"
"Now, son."
Kurt cursed under his breath. "My dad wants to talk to you," he said sheepishly.
Blaine simply smiled though and held out his hand. Kurt gave him the phone, glancing at Santana who had completely drawn into herself.
"Good evening, Mr. Hummel. This is Blaine."
"Is there any way that you could step away from my son?" Burt asked, his tone suggesting that it was more of a demand then a request. "I'd really like to talk to you without him trying to listen in."
"What's he saying?" Kurt asked in a whisper, a smirk playing at Blaine's lips.
"Of course, Mr. Hummel. Just give me a moment, please," Blaine said, nudging Kurt so that he would stand up.
"Where are you going?" Kurt questioned.
"I'll be right back," Blaine told him, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. "Keep him here," he directed at David and hurried to the back of the bus.
Kurt's jaw dropped. "Blaine?" he called out, attempting to follow him only to stop when David cut in front of him, standing in the way of the door. "Please, move."
"No can do," David shook his head. "Why don't you sit down, tell us about all the awesome show choir things your glee club is doing?" Kurt glared at him, crossing his arms and jutting out his hip. David scoffed. "Boy please, I got a pregnant wife at home. That shit don't work on me." Kurt huffed in annoyance and sat back down, David smiling in amusement. "Man, Blaine is gonna have so much fun with you."
Blaine walked into the back room of the bus, closing the door behind him. It was essentially their entertainment room; the walls were lined with couches, there was another mini fridge, two acoustic guitars resting on their stands, and two TV's, one that was connected to satellite and the other was set up with several gaming systems. Blaine sat down and took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever it was Mr. Hummel wanted to speak with him about.
"Alright, I'm alone," he said a little hesitantly.
"I'm going to be real blunt with you, Anderson," Burt started, his tone firm and demanding attention. Blaine sat up straighter. "I don't care how famous you are, if you hurt my son, I will not hesitate to shoot you."
Blaine's jaw dropped, his eyes wide. "I assure you, Mr. Hummel that I have no intention of hurting Kurt," he said quickly, his heart picking up speed.
"You better not," Burt cut in before Blaine could continue. "I don't know how much Kurt has told you, but you mean a lot to him. And I'm not talking about you as his soulmate, I mean you as a singer, you and The Warblers. He wouldn't want me to tell you this but I feel like it's something you should know. Kurt's been through a lot, he's had to deal with some difficult things growing up and it was you and your music that helped him through it. He's completely dedicated to you, has been for years. Don't take advantage of that."
"Mr. Hummel," Blaine paused, taking a deep breath to center himself and collect his thoughts. "I would never in a million years take advantage of Kurt. I would never in any way use him or hurt him. Kurt...he means more to me than you could possibly know. I wouldn't be who I am today had it not been for him."
"I'm listening," Burt said with curiosity.
Blaine inhaled deeply, running his hands through his hair. He had wanted to tell Kurt this first but maybe it was a good idea to tell his father. He didn't want the man to hate him or think him insincere. "I know that he was the little boy who gave me the 50 dollar tip and I have to be honest with you sir, that night is still one of the most memorable nights of my life," he spoke softly, Burt listening intently. "Emotionally, I was kind of mess at the time. I was struggling to stay afloat, to not fall into depression, and then your son comes along and it's like I was given new life, new hope. Meeting him, singing to him and seeing the way his face lit up, it meant everything to me. It was the first time in weeks, months even, that I felt truly happy."
Burt tried to hold firm to his protective fatherly instincts, but he smiled despite himself, his heart melting at the fondness of Blaine's tone. "I made a promise that night," Blaine continued, "when I was alone and eating the first real meal I'd had in weeks, I made a promise to the little boy who reminded me why I wanted to sing in the first place."
"What exactly was that promise?" Burt questioned.
"I promised him I'd make it," Blaine said with a small smile. "I promised him that I wouldn't give up and that when I did finally make it, I would stay true to myself and my beliefs. I promised him that I would be smart about how I handled my fame and fortune, and I promised him that when I found my soulmate, I would do everything in my power to make all of his dreams come true. I had hoped that I would meet that little boy again, thank him for inspiring me to never give up hope, and when Kurt told me that he was that little boy, I was astonished," Blaine chuckled, his eyes tearing up. "I never in a million years imagined that the little boy and my Kurt would be the same person. I know that I mean a lot to Kurt, I know that the guys and I have had an impact on him. But I can honestly tell you that your son has made an even bigger impact on me. I know we're just now really meeting but I really care about him, sir. I swear to you I will do everything I possibly can to keep him happy and safe."
Burt was quiet for a moment, taking in everything Blaine said. Blaine worried that he'd said too much, been too honest. It wouldn't be the first time he found himself in some sort of trouble for being so open.
"I'll admit, I wasn't exactly thrilled to find out that my son's soulmate was a huge celebrity," Burt said, Blaine's heart dropping. "But, I can honestly say that I'm glad it's you," he spoke gently, Blaine breathing in relief. "I've followed your career, Blaine. I've heard your music, I've seen your interviews and I believe you to be a good man. I believe that you will take care of my son. But that doesn't mean that I don't worry. Kurt's my little boy, though he's not so little anymore. I just want what's best for him."
"I understand. I want what's best for him too," Blaine replied with a grateful sigh.
"I'm glad to hear it," Burt said. "Now, I'd like to offer you some advice if that's alright."
"Of course."
"Don't tell Kurt about your promises yet," Burt said firmly, Blaine's brows shooting up in surprise. "He's overwhelmed, Blaine. I guarantee you he's yet to fully wrap his head around the fact that you're meant to be his. I'm sure the next few days will consist of him screaming and flailing around the house like a lunatic," he joked, Blaine chuckling at the image. "So I ask you to please refrain from telling him too much right now. Let him come to terms with everything first."
"I understand, Mr. Hummel, and I agree. I did plan on telling him tonight but you're right, it's probably best that I wait," Blaine replied with a small smile.
"I appreciate that, Blaine. Also, if you could do me the favor of calling me Burt instead of Mr. Hummel, I would be really grateful. Mr. Hummel always makes me feel old."
Blaine laughed good-naturedly. "I think I can do that, Burt."
"Ok seriously, it's not that funny," Kurt said in annoyance as David's laugh roared through the bus.
"I just, I can't, oh my god," David breathed through his fit of laughter.
Kurt rolled his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently. "He's been in there a long ass time. What on Earth are they talking about?" he asked more to himself.
Santana shrugged, glancing at David who continued laughing. Jeff, Nick, and Wes were unable to hold back their own laughter and Kurt could only roll his eyes. "Not you too," Santana whined.
"Sorry, Tana, but the Nude Erections? Really?" Jeff asked with a raised brow, David laughing even harder.
"Oh my god, I can't, please stop," David shook his head.
"And now you know why we didn't want to tell you," Kurt drawled, picking at his fingernails.
"Stop it, Hummel. Sue's gonna pitch a fit," Santana warned.
"I know," Kurt snapped, tucking his hands underneath his legs. "I'm just nervous because they've been talking for fucking ever in there and this fool," he nodded at David, "won't stop cackling like a damn hyena and it's working my last nerve!" The door that led to the back opened up and Blaine walked out, Kurt jumping out of his seat and going straight to him. "What did he say? Did he yell at you? Threaten you? Embarrass me?" Blaine raised a brow and chuckled, handing Kurt his phone. "Are you going to answer me or not?"
Blaine chose not to answer and walked past Kurt to the front of the bus. Kurt stood where he was, crossing his arms and turning to glare at Blaine's back. "Tell me when we're almost at Kurt's house," Blaine told Tony who nodded. He turned back around, pouting adorably at the angry look on Kurt's face. He closed the space between them, Kurt's aggravation slowly but surely dissipating as Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist and brought their bodies closer. "Would you like to go in the back with me so we can talk?"
Kurt sighed, melting into Blaine's arms. "Are you going to tell me what you and my dad talked about?"
Blaine scrunched his face as if to think it over and shrugged. Kurt pouted and Blaine smiled, pecking his lips before grabbing hold of his hand and leading him to the back. David stopped them at the door, holding his sides from laughing so hard.
"B, Nude Erections," David chortled. "I can't. I'm done."
Blaine raised a brow and looked at Kurt. "What's he talking about?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Our glee club name, we're the New Directions," he said giving David a pointed look. Blaine mouthed the word new and then stopped, pursing his lips to prevent himself from laughing.
"Cause that doesn't make their director sound like a pedophile, right Blaine?" Wes asked sarcastically.
"That's what I said," Santana sang, twirling her hair. "But no, don't nobody listen to me."
Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "We'll be in the back." "Behave, Satan," Kurt warned.
"I will if you don't," Santana retorted with a mischievous smirk.
Kurt glared at her but said nothing as Blaine led him to the back of the bus. They passed the bunk beds where the guys slept, Blaine pointing out which one was his, grabbing his laptop and iPad from inside before walking into the back room. He closed the door behind him and led Kurt to the couch, setting his laptop down as they sat. Blaine wanted nothing more than to pull Kurt into his arms and never let go. But after his talk with Burt, he knew he needed to tone down the affection a little and not overwhelm Kurt more than he already was. So instead, he sat a few inches away from him and held their hands in between them.
"You're not going to tell me what my dad said, are you?" Kurt asked with a pout.
Blaine had to resist the urge to kiss him again. He shook his head and smirked. "Afraid not," he said apologetically. "But I assure you it was nothing bad. Your dad seems like an amazing man. You're lucky to have him." Kurt smiled softly and nodded. He knew how truly lucky he was to have a father like Burt. "So, since we have an entire two hours to ourselves, what do you want to talk about?" Blaine asked, leaning back on the couch, inevitably pulling Kurt closer who leaned into his shoulder. "I'm sure you have tons of questions."
Kurt nodded eagerly. "I do. But we don't have to get to everything now. I mean, we have a whole lifetime to get to know each other," he said with a shy smile, his cheeks tinting a light pink. Blaine tilted his head to the side, a half smile on his lips, melting at the adoring look in Kurt's eyes. How was this boy so damn beautiful? "Why don't we do 20 questions and we can just take turns asking?"
Blaine smiled broadly. "I think that's a perfect idea. I'll go first," he said with a coy smile. "What did Santana mean when she said you've been caught in worse positions?"
Kurt's entire face down to his neck turned a bright red and Blaine laughed. His soulmate was entirely too adorable. "Do I really have to?" Kurt whined with a pout.
"Yes," Blaine said with a nod. "As your soulmate, it is my right to know exactly what you and little miss fire cracker have gotten yourselves into," he said cheekily.
Kurt groaned but relented. "It's like I told you earlier, you're my first boyfriend. When we kissed, that was my first real kiss. The first one that truly mattered," he admitted.
"Uh, huh," Blaine nodded, his insides rejoicing at the fact that he was Kurt's first real kiss, his first real everything.
"Well," Kurt continued, "one time...ok, a few times, Tana and I decided that we would, you know, kiss a little," Blaine raised a surprised brow. "But not because we enjoyed it or anything. She wanted to teach me how to kiss so that way when I did get a boyfriend, I wouldn't be so lost."
Blaine turned his body to face Kurt completely. "Ok, and?" he smirked.
Kurt worried his lip, his blush deepening. "She wanted me to be more comfortable in my own skin by pushing my comfort level so one day, we had a full on make out session. We were on my bed and she was straddling me and my dad came home from work early and uh, yeah." Kurt decided not to tell him that it was more of a, let me teach you how to be sexy, lesson than anything else. He may be inexperienced with guys, but thanks to Santana, he had a good idea of how to get things heated.
Blaine bit back a grin. He could only imagine what Burt's reaction was. "So your dad walked in on you and Santana hooking up. I don't know whether to laugh or be jealous," he teased.
"We didn't hook-up!" Kurt immediately argued. "We're both gay! It wasn't anything other than a kissing lesson!"
"Kurt, I was kidding," Blaine chuckled and Kurt narrowed his eyes playfully. "I know it didn't mean anything. Though something tells me she taught you more than just how to kiss," he said with a raised brow and a smirk on his lips. Kurt pursed his lips and said nothing. "I do believe it's your question."
Kurt looked away for a moment and thought of what he wanted to ask first, Blaine watching him curiously. When Kurt looked back at him, Blaine immediately noticed the worry and self-consciousness in his eyes. "How many guys have you been with?" Kurt asked quietly.
Blaine sighed with a hum. "I wish I could say none but that'd be a lie," he replied a little cautiously, unsure of how Kurt would react. "I hooked up with a few when we first moved to LA, and I'm sure you know that I dated Sebastian Smythe for a little while," Kurt made a face that Blaine found entirely too cute. "But that's all. I never had full on intercourse with any of them though, if that makes you feel better."
Kurt raised a surprised brow. "Not even Sebastian? With his reputation, I always figured..."
Blaine shook his head, offering Kurt a small smile. "No, we never did. I wanted to save that part for...well, for you," he chuckled and Kurt grinned. "I feel it's only fair of me to inform you that Seb and I are still really good friends. I'd really like it if you give him a chance whenever you meet him. He's not as bad as the media makes him out to be." Sebastian was a bit of a playboy, but Blaine knew his reasons behind it and he couldn't fault the man for it.
Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. He didn't particularly want to get to know Blaine's ex but he had to admit that the man was incredibly talented. Sebastian Smythe was one of the most sought out actors of their time. He was a psychotic serial killer in his first movie, his character's conniving personality seemingly so real that many were convinced Sebastian was truly that diabolical. But then his next film, he portrayed a broken father who'd lost his family in a tragic fire, his character having to rebuild his life in a new town and falling in love with the young woman who worked at the local pet shop. Not a single person had left the theater with dry eyes, Sebastian's performance captivating their hearts. Kurt may not like the man, or the man the media portrayed him to be at least, but he wouldn't deny Blaine's request.
"I guess I can be nice, if you want me to be," Kurt replied, Blaine grinning from ear to ear. Other than the guys, Sebastian was one of his closest friends and he admittedly loved the idea of Kurt being friends with him too. "It's your turn to ask a question."
Blaine rubbed his chin and looked up at the sky as if in deep contemplation, Kurt chuckling softly at how adorable he was. Blaine smirked for only a moment before he turned serious. "What's school like for you? I know you're a cheerleader and in show choir, but when you were talking about it earlier, it seemed like things weren't exactly ok," he spoke cautiously.
Kurt let out a long sigh, looking away from Blaine. "School's...school sucks most days," he admitted, his shoulders slumping. "Imagine being the only gay boy who also happens to be in the lamest club in school and a cheerleader. McKinley isn't very welcoming or accepting." Blaine raised his hand to Kurt's jaw and stroked it softly as Kurt continued. "Remember how Tana said I was the top bitch?" Blaine nodded. "How do you think I survive?" he asked, Blaine not missing the edginess to his tone.
"Are you being bullied?" Blaine questioned, moving Kurt's face so that he was looking at him. "Is there someone harassing you?"
"I've been bullied my entire life, Blaine," Kurt said honestly, his voice breaking. "I'm used to it."
"You shouldn't be," Blaine said firmly, anger bubbling underneath the surface. He hated the thought of his beautiful Kurt being harassed. "Have you gone to the administration about it? How bad is it?"
Kurt laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, right. With the exception of a few, the teachers are just as homophobic as the students. In their eyes, I deserve what the dumbasses say to me for choosing to like men. Going to the administration is pointless." Blaine opened his mouth to argue but Kurt cut him off. "Can we not talk about this right now? Please?"
Blaine reluctantly nodded, not wanting to upset Kurt more than he already was. He would talk with Eric though, get information on what went on at Kurt's school. There was no way in hell he was going to let this go, even if meant going behind Kurt's back. Kurt's safety and happiness meant everything to him, and that included what went on in the halls of McKinley.
"Thank you," Kurt murmured, feeling bad for snapping at Blaine.
Blaine hated the hurt in Kurt's voice. He hated seeing his beloved anything but happy and carefree. He shouldn't have pushed Kurt for more information on his bullies and now he was upset and it was all Blaine's fault. Without a second thought, Blaine leaned in and captured his lips in a loving kiss, Kurt gasping in surprise but reciprocating. Kurt's hand moved to Blaine's chest, tilting his head slightly as Blaine deepened the kiss. Their mouths moved slowly, Blaine pouring all of his passion and devotion into it. Blaine's hand cupped Kurt's face, his free one resting on Kurt's knee. They parted after a few moments, Kurt's eyes fluttering open to look at Blaine.
"I'm sorry," Blaine said and Kurt raised a quizzical brow. "I shouldn't have pushed you about school."
Kurt shook his head. "Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
Blaine brushed their noses together. "It's ok. No harm done," he whispered way more seductively than he intended.
The atmosphere around them suddenly grew heavy and they stared deeply into each other's eyes, neither taking things a step further but both unable to back away. There was a part of Blaine that knew he should back off. He could hear Burt's voice in the back of head reminding him not to take advantage of the situation. But there was another voice, one that sounded oddly like his brother, telling him to go for it because it would be months before he saw Kurt again. Kurt was the one that made a move though, mustering up all of his confidence to push Blaine back against the couch and quickly straddling him. He'd fantasized about this exact moment hundreds of times and with Blaine underneath him, looking up at him with surprised but wanting eyes, he couldn't stop the cocky smirk that spread across his lips.
Blaine was too lost in Kurt's eyes to think straight, entranced by the way they darkened. He licked his lips, his hands slowly sliding up Kurt's thighs and snaking around his back. Kurt knew their current position was dangerous. He knew that new soulmates tended to get lost in each other which often led to bonding too soon. But he still found himself leaning forward and capturing Blaine's lips in a passionate kiss, one hand resting on Blaine's chest while the other wrapped around Blaine's neck, his fingers instantly intertwining themselves in Blaine's curls. It wouldn't hurt to fulfill one of his many fantasies for a little while, right?
