Chapter 12: Stars Align
Sebastian's Secret Unveiled?
Everyone is dying to know what Hollywood's number one playboy Sebastian Smythe is up to lately and we have the scoop. The young actor has been out of the professional spot light since he guest starred on TVs hit show White Collar as Neal Caffrey's, played by Cooper Anderson, criminal of the week. However he has been seen out with friends at different clubs and no doubt picking up gorgeous men to take home. "Bas loves to party," a close friend of Sebastian tells us. "He'll be the first one to hit the dance floor with a drink in hand and a man in his arms. Sometimes even two. It's actually kind of scary how good he is at convincing these guys into bed."
But other than his worrisome social behavior, what has Sebastian been doing with his time?
Some believe that Sebastian is gearing up for a new movie deal and wouldn't that be exciting? But sources tell us that's not the case at all. Sebastian has recently teased about some big announcement and while we would love to think he was staring in a new movie, the timing is rather odd. Fellow Dalton Academy Alum, Warbler front man, and ex-boyfriend Blaine Anderson has just recently found his soulmate. A soulmate whose identity has yet to be revealed. Suspicious much? "Bas is devastated by the turn of events," an anonymous source tells us. "He loves Blaine with all of his heart and he's taking it real hard that Blaine has abandoned their friendship. I don't know how much longer he can handle the pain of losing his best friend."
Has Sebastian reached his limit? Is there more to the Blaine and Sebastian love story that we don't know about? Was Sebastian's connection to Blaine the reason he briefly stared alongside Cooper? Has Blaine really found his soulmate or is it all one big elaborate hoax? Only time will tell.
National Enquirer
Sebastian woke up late that next morning to three messages waiting for him. One was from his manager letting him know that he had the go ahead to make the movie announcement, one was from Blaine informing him that he was in Ohio and on his way to Kurt's house, and the last one was from his AA sponsor checking in on him because it had been a while since they'd spoken and he hadn't been to a meeting. He deleted the message from his manager, replied to Blaine's with a, be sure to have too much fun ;), and after much deliberation, he called his sponsor.
Sebastian spent over two hours on the phone with Megan, filling her in on everything that had happened with Hunter. She was one of the few people in his circle of friends that he truly trusted and had been avoiding her because he didn't want to be a disappointment. But he knew he needed her now more than ever. Although the pain from Hunter's absence was significantly dulled after the previous night's email, the darkness in his heart which often led to his drinking had grown tenfold and Sebastian knew he needed to do something about it before it consumed him entirely.
"Just because you're broken right now doesn't mean you're weak," Megan had told him. "You have an amazing opportunity with this movie franchise, Seb. This is everything you've worked for. Are you ready to give that up? Are you ready to stop fighting?"
He wasn't. Not by a long shot. He could hear his father's slurred voice in the back of his mind telling him that he'd never amount to anything and that his soulmate would leave him just like his mother had left. He could still smell the specific mixture of alcohol and cigarettes that wafted off the man and when he looked in the mirror, he could easily see his father's face instead of his. He had always hated how similar they were. But he refused to be weak like him.
"You're stronger than this. You're better than this. Stop worrying about Hunter. I know it hurts. I know it feels like it's the end of the world, but it's not. It's only the end if you let it be the end. It's time you focus on you and you alone, Sebastian. The rest will fall into place when it's meant to. You just have to have some faith."
He spent the rest of his afternoon pouring out every drop of alcohol in his loft before going to a meeting with Megan where he allowed himself to fall apart in her arms. They would be the last tears he ever cried for Hunter. Megan was right. This movie franchise was everything he could've ever hoped for in his career and he couldn't let the darkness surrounding him take control. He couldn't worry about his soulmate. He couldn't allow himself to become like his father, rotting away in some clinic hoping his beloved would return. He was better than that. He was stronger. He would wear his mask. He would make the announcement and pretend that everything was normal, and then he would avoid all social media and work on becoming who he wanted to be, who he needed to be. It was time he focused on himself and his career.
Kurt sniffled and wiped a few tears away as the credits rolled. He grabbed his remote control and turned off the movie before tossing it at the end of the bed. "Asshole," he muttered. "Gets me every freaking time."
Blaine glanced up at his beloved with a crooked grin. "How many times have you watched this movie?"
Kurt half shrugged. "A few times. Or more." Blaine chuckled as he sat up and stretched his body. "But don't tell Sebastian that. He's got a big enough ego as is. He doesn't need to know that I'm weeping like some baby over his stupid movie."
Blaine leaned in and pecked Kurt's cheek. "If it's so stupid then why do you keep watching it?" he asked in a conspiring whisper.
"Because it's amazing!" Kurt exclaimed, placing a hand on his heart. "It's heartwarming and passionate and so damn moving that I can't stand it! UGH! Damn Sebastian for being such a good actor!"
Blaine shook his head, unable to hold back a laugh. He understood why Sebastian teased Kurt mercilessly. Fanboy Kurt was hilarious. "He really is a phenomenal actor," he said as his phone vibrated in his pocket.
"Whatever," Kurt grumbled as he reached over the edge of his bed for his laptop. "Do you mind if I get on Twitter real quick? This is usually the time I talk to Brittany."
"Not at all," Blaine replied as he pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. "That's the girl who runs the KlainesArmy account, right?" he asked, stealthily reading the message from Sebastian.
From: Sebastian Smythe
I'm getting on twitter now to make the announcement.
From: Blaine Anderson
Perfect timing. He's logging in now too.
"Yeah that's her," Kurt confirmed. "We've been DMing a lot. She's really sweet. I just want to let her know that I won't be able to talk tonight."
Blaine nodded as he switched to his camera and turned it to Kurt just as Kurt looked his way. "Hey beautiful, say hi," he said sultrily.
"Are you recording me?" Kurt questioned with a smirk.
"Yep," Blaine grinned.
"Why?"
"Do I need a reason?" Blaine asked teasingly.
Kurt glared playfully at him but turned to his laptop without a word. Blaine adjusted himself so that when Kurt inevitably flailed, he'd have the perfect view to capture it. If Kurt reacted how Blaine thought he would then Sebastian was going to get one hell of a laugh.
"Oh look, Assbastian is online," Kurt commented with a smirk, glancing sideways at Blaine.
SebastianSmythe: "It's been awhile since I've done this but here's a TBT for ya. [Photo]"
"Why Assbastian?" Blaine asked with a chuckle. "What did he post?"
"Because he's an asshole for not telling me what fucking movie he's doing," Kurt grumbled as he DMed KlainesArmy. "He posted a picture for throw back Thursday."
HisLuckyCharm:
Hey BrittyBrat. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to talk tonight. Or the next few days actually. I just wanted to let you know.
KlainesArmy:
Hey CutieK. That's alright. Enjoy your weekend. :)
"What picture?" Blaine asked curiously but didn't receive an answer and by the look on Kurt's face he knew exactly why. "Kurt, what's wrong?" he asked way too innocently.
It went completely unnoticed by Kurt however. His eyes were wide and his jaw went slack as he read and reread Sebastian's post.
SebastianSmythe:"I guess it's time I go ahead and tell you that yours truly will be playing Ryan Veitch in the upcoming 'Age of Misrule' series. ;) [Link]"
"No, fucking, way," Kurt muttered, his breathing shallow.
"Kurt?" Blaine tried again.
"He...he...AAAAAAHHH!" Blaine cringed at the sudden scream. "FINN! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW! FINN!"
Blaine turned the camera away from Kurt and towards the door. Seconds later, Finn came running in looking alarmed and ready to beat someone's ass. "What? What is it?" he asked frantically.
"SEBASTIAN SMYTHE IS PLAYING RYAN VEITCH!" Kurt shouted.
"WHAT?!"
"He just posted it!" Kurt turned the laptop around to show Finn the website that Sebastian had posted which stated the movie and cast details. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"
"Holy shit! Oh my god!" Finn scrolled through the cast names quickly. "Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!" Kurt said in response, Blaine recording him completely forgotten. "I can't. Oh my god!"
"Dude, I'm shaking," Finn said, turning to Kurt with his hands out to show him that he was indeed shaking from excitement. Finn was never big on reading anything other than his comic books. But the 'Age of Misrule' series was the exception and it was one of the first things he and Kurt had bonded over when their parents started dating. Both screamed at the top of their lungs, Kurt scurrying off his bed to jump up and down with Finn. "This is so cool! He's perfect for that part!"
"Fuck, I know! And Windsor Ateri is playing Laura DuSantiago!"
"Oh my god!" Finn screamed. "This is going to be the best freaking movie ever! Tell me we're going to the premier! Can we dress up?!"
"Hell yeah we're going to dress up!" Kurt exclaimed. "I'll get started on the costumes pronto!" Unable to hold it back any longer, Blaine laughed from where he was sitting, finally grabbing their attention. Kurt turned to him and narrowed his eyes. "Are you still recording?"
Blaine nodded. "I sure am. Sebastian wanted to see your reaction," he smirked.
Kurt gasped and Finn's eyes widened. "Sebastian Smythe is going to see this?" Finn asked and stepped back. "Whoa."
"Fuck you, Smythe!" Kurt said angrily at Blaine's phone. "I hate you with a fucking passion!"
"Uh...I gotta go," Finn stammered and hurried out of the room.
Kurt sat back on his bed and pulled his laptop towards him before turning to look at Blaine. "That's a lie. I love you, Sebastian. I love you so damn much! Oh my god! I can't!" he squealed.
Blaine laughed again and stopped recording. He went to his messages and sent Sebastian the video. Kurt skimmed through the article quickly, another excited squeal escaping his lips before getting back on Twitter.
HisLuckyCharm: "@SebastianSmythe Words cannot express my level of excitement right now. You are going to make a perfect Ryan."
SebastianSmythe: "@HisLuckyCharm I appreciate the vote of confidence. :)"
HisLuckyCharm: "@SebastianSmythe This is not a vote of confidence Mister. This is fact. You are going to be AMAZING!"
SebastianSmythe: "@HisLuckyCharm Of course I am. This IS me we're talking about here. ;)"
Blaine read over the tweets with a smile. "You really think he'll do well?"
Kurt gaped at him. "Are you kidding me? Blaine, he's going to be spectacular. If anyone can pull off Ryan Veitch, it's Sebastian."
Blaine chuckled and snuggled up next to Kurt. "I'm glad he has your approval," he said as his phone vibrated. He pulled back slightly to read his texts.
From: Sebastian Smythe
Omg that shit was hilarious! I can't breathe! That seriously just made my day. Thanks for that Blainers.
From: Blaine Anderson
Lol yeah it was pretty funny. Glad I could be of service.
From: Sebastian Smythe
What you need to service is that pretty little dirty mouth of his. Don't you dare waste your weekend away being a cuddle whore Anderson.
Blaine glanced up at Kurt with a mischievous smirk before replying to Sebastian.
From: Blaine Anderson
Ok first of all, there is nothing wrong with cuddles. And second, trust me, I have every intention of taking full advantage of my weekend. ;)
From: Sebastian Smythe
Get it killer. ;)
Blaine shut his phone off and set it aside before draping an arm around Kurt and curling up beside him. Sebastian didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Cuddles were awesome.
"Seriously, Blaine. I'm so freaking excited right now that I can't even be mad at you for not telling me yourself," Kurt said. He shut his laptop off and pushed it aside before turning his body and snuggling against Blaine.
"It wasn't my news to tell," Blaine replied with a small shrug. "Besides, capturing your reaction was so worth it." Kurt rolled his eyes though a smirk played at his lips. "I think it's time we settled in for bed, don't you?" he asked low and seductive.
"But it's still early," Kurt responded, his heart suddenly racing in his chest.
Blaine leaned into Kurt's ear and let his breath linger. "Yes but if we go to bed now, we can cuddle with the door closed," he whispered, his lips grazing Kurt's earlobe.
Kurt shivered and nodded. "Ok, yeah. It's time for bed."
It didn't take long for them to get settled for the night. While Blaine took a quick shower, Kurt went downstairs and told his dad that they were going to sleep early. Burt wasn't fooled. He knew why they were going to bed early but he didn't lecture his son on responsibility. He didn't give Kurt a speech about being careful despite desperately wanting to. Kurt and Blaine needed to make their own decisions as soulmates and Burt knew that no matter what he told either of them, the decision was theirs alone. All he could do was hope they made the right one.
When Blaine walked out of the bathroom, Kurt just about lost the ability to think. Blaine had nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist, a sheepish grin on his lips. His hair was still damp and droplets of water ran down his chiseled chest. Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes traveled down his body and lingered on his torso, never daring to go any lower, before finally looking up to meet Blaine's gaze. They locked eyes for only a moment before Blaine forced himself to look away.
"Sorry. I uh, I forgot my clothes in my luggage," he said, turning his body away from Kurt so he wouldn't see the instant arousal he got from the way Kurt hungrily eyed him.
"It's ok," Kurt replied, his voice an octave higher than normal. "I'm going to um, I'm going to wash up," he stammered. "I'll be right out." Blaine nodded and breathed in relief when he heard the bathroom door close. He felt like an idiot for leaving his clothes in his bag and quickly dressed before Kurt came back out. It wasn't until halfway through getting dressed that it truly clicked to him that he was about to spend the night with Kurt, their first night together. He was both thrilled and nervous by the possibilities.
Kurt held onto his chest and leaned against the bathroom door, his breathing labored and his heart beating erratically. It was truly unfair how incredibly sexy Blaine was. How was he supposed to compare to that? Sure, he was fit thanks to the Cheerios. But he was a boy next to Blaine. Blaine was a man, a strong, well defined man and Kurt wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his hands off him. With a deep breath, he walked to his sink and grabbed his toothbrush. He didn't hurry. He took his time, stalled even, just to give his mind the opportunity to wrap itself around the fact that he and Blaine were about to spend their first night together. Once he was done, he looked into the mirror and took a deep breath.
"You can do this," he told himself. "Blaine's your soulmate and he loves you. Everything's going to be fine."
With all the courage he could muster, Kurt walked out of the bathroom. He was both saddened and relieved that Blaine had his shirt back on. Blaine smiled bashfully from where he sat on Kurt's bed and it set Kurt's nerves at ease. "Hey," he spoke softly.
A shy smile spread across Kurt's lips as he walked over to his bed. "Hi," he replied sitting on his knees. "Do you have a side you prefer to sleep on or?"
Blaine shook his head. "No, I usually sleep in the middle. You?"
"Same," Kurt said with a chuckle. "I can take the right side, if you want."
"Sounds good," Blaine smiled.
They both got off the bed and pulled the sheets back before slipping underneath the blankets. They gravitated towards the middle and locked lips at once, Kurt's hands resting on Blaine's chest as Blaine's arms snaked around Kurt's lower back, bringing their bodies close together. The kiss started off slow and tender, neither in a rush for more. But as Kurt sucked on Blaine's lower lip, his hips moving on their own accord in search for friction, the sparks between them erupted. Both moaned into the kiss, their erections pressed together, Kurt fisting Blaine's shirt as his body quivered with need.
"God you feel so good," Kurt murmured against Blaine's mouth.
Blaine nodded, nibbling gently on Kurt's lip as his hand slowly traveled down Kurt's ass. "You too, so good."
"We should," Kurt started, holding back a moan as their hips gyrated, "slow down a bit. My parents are still awake."
Blaine reluctantly pulled his head back but kept their bodies close. "Let's talk for a little while," he suggested, his voice gruff and heavy with arousal. "Just until everyone's in bed. We should keep our cuffs on too, just in case."
Kurt gulped and nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Their hips continued to move together sensually, creating just enough delicious friction to drive them to the edge but neither jumped forward or backed away. Kurt could go on like this forever, feeling Blaine's body against his, slowly moving to a rhythm that made his skin prickle with fire. He opened his eyes and met Blaine's lust blown pupils, a devilish smirk gracing his face as he rolled his hips a little harder. Blaine moaned quietly, his fingers digging into Kurt's ass and Kurt did again.
"You're being mean," Blaine breathed out.
"Can't help it," Kurt replied, leaning forward to kiss Blaine. "You're so hot like this."
Blaine chuckled darkly, challenging Kurt's thrust with his own, a satisfied grin taking place when Kurt let out a breathy moan. "Just wait until we have the chance to really be together. There are so many things I want to do to you," he whispered before attaching his lips to Kurt's neck and sucking.
'Nick's all sweet and dapper but I bet you anything he's a freak in bed.'
Santana's words suddenly replayed in Kurt's mind and he couldn't help but wonder if they applied to Blaine. Something told him that despite Blaine's sweet and gentlemanly exterior, when it came to the bedroom he was everything but. The realization that his soulmate may very well be a sexual deviant made his body yearn for so much more and he needed to know just how far Blaine was willing to go.
"How about we play a game," Kurt breathed out with a thrust of his hips. Blaine moaned against his skin, the vibrations going straight to his cock. "I tell you, in detail, one of my fantasies and then you tell me one of yours."
Blaine quirked a brow and looked up at Kurt with an amused smirk. "You sure you want to go there right now? We have plenty of time to talk about that." Sure they'd discussed a few already, but neither had gone into any detail and there had been a computer screen in front of them. Talking about them face to face, in Kurt's bed no less when they were already so close to the edge was an entirely different experience.
Kurt nodded and bit his lip, his hand trailing down Blaine's torso and stopping at the seam of Blaine's shirt. "I want to know what you like, what you want from me," he slid his hand underneath Blaine's shirt and let his fingers lightly trace Blaine's abs. "I want to know what to dream about when you're gone."
"Fuck," Blaine groaned and Kurt stilled his movements. "What?" he asked.
"I've never heard you cuss before, not like that," Kurt said in surprise. "It's really hot," he admitted with a smirk.
Blaine chuckled and brushed his lips against Kurt's, their eyes locked. "I tend to have a dirty mouth when I'm really turned on," he said and Kurt couldn't stop the small whine that escaped his lips. He was going to enjoy this.
A knock on Kurt's door made them freeze. "Uh, Kurt, Blaine? Can I come in?"
Kurt sighed with relief that it wasn't his father and pulled his upper body back just enough to appear like they were doing nothing but talking. Their hips however stayed close together, barely an inch between them.
"Sure, Finn," Kurt called out. Finn opened the door cautiously and popped his head in. "What's up?" he asked leaning on his arm.
"I just wanted to tell you that our parents are in bed," Finn said in a loud whisper. "Your dad said something about ear plugs, though I don't know if he was being serious or not, and I'm going to sleep with my headphones on. So like, you know, you two could, you know, whatever," he rambled awkwardly.
Kurt glanced at Blaine with a mischievous glint in his eyes before turning back to Finn. "Thanks. I'll remember this when you and Rachel turn of age."
Finn grinned widely. "Awesome. Night bro."
"Night," Kurt sang out as Finn closed the door. He settled back into Blaine's arms. "Now, where were we?"
"I believe you were about to tell me one of your fantasies," Blaine said, kissing down Kurt's jawline. "Or something that you like," he made his way to Kurt's ear and sucked on his earlobe, "or something you want me to do," he whispered hotly.
Kurt hummed, one hand gripping onto Blaine's collar while the other scratched Blaine's torso. "I really like it when you do that," he confessed with no hesitation. "Talking into my ear like that. It drives me fucking crazy."
"Oh yeah?" Blaine questioned with a smirk, making sure his breath lingered on Kurt's ear and neck. "You like when I talk dirty?"
Kurt nodded, his hips rotating against Blaine and allowing himself to moan with no reservation. "Mhm. So much."
"That's good to know," Blaine said as he pulled back and Kurt took a breath. "I like it when you get bitchy, it's so sexy." Blaine squeezed Kurt's ass, forcing their hips harder together. "When we're on the phone and you're bitching at Finn or Tana, all I can think about it is how badly I want you, how badly I want to claim you."
"Oh dear god," Kurt groaned, the rhythm of their hips picking up speed. "Claim me all you want baby, I'm yours." Blaine did just that, moving their bodies so that he was on top of Kurt. He slowed their movements and started sucking on Kurt's collarbone, scraping his teeth against the flawless skin and creating a hickey. "I want to tie you up," Kurt breathed. "I want to tie you up and lick every crevice of your body. I want to taste every inch of you."
Blaine thrust hard. "What else?" he asked, moving to another part of Kurt's chest to suck. "Tell me what else you want me to do," he said low and demanding.
"Blaine," Kurt whined softly. The tone in Blaine's voice nearly did him in and he knew he wasn't going to last long. "I want..."
"Tell me, love. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," he whispered. Blaine slowed their movements once more, his mind reeling from Kurt's whispered confession. "Against that wall, that poster," Kurt continued. Blaine looked up at him with a questioning brow. "Not tonight, but someday. I've dreamt about it for years."
Blaine kissed Kurt passionately, his hand pulling Kurt's leg so that it wrapped around his waist. He leaned into Kurt's ear and began slow but deliberate hard thrusts. "It would be my pleasure to fuck you," he all but growled, Kurt's moans filling the air. "I'd open you up so slow, make you desperate for it. And then I'd hold you up and fuck you against that wall. I'd fuck you so hard that you wouldn't even remember how to breathe."
One more thrust was all it took for the coiling heat in Kurt's abdomen to give way, Blaine's name falling from his lips like a swear word. Blaine came moments later, moaning into Kurt's ear sending shivers down Kurt's spine. Kurt's leg dropped from Blaine's side as Blaine body slumped on top of Kurt, both breathing heavily while the world around them spun. Blaine lifted his head, his lips meeting Kurt's in a tender kiss.
"I love you," he murmured into the kiss. "I love you so much."
Kurt raised his hand to Blaine's cheek and kissed him back deeply, putting forth all his emotion. "I love you too, so much."
Time became irrelevant while they kissed, their mouths moving slowly creating a beautiful symphony between their souls. Their hearts beat as one, the foundation of their love strengthening with each passing moment. They both felt the shift inside their souls, the connection running smoother, deeper, and it made them indescribably happy. They were reluctant to part, their love and passion flowing fluidly within them. But the stickiness in- between their pressed bodies became uncomfortable and they were forced to part ways. Kurt handed Blaine a towel to clean himself with while he redressed in the bathroom. By the time Kurt was done, Blaine had also redressed and was waiting for him in bed underneath the covers. An almost shy smile spread across Kurt's lips as he slipped into bed and into Blaine's open arms. He rested his head on Blaine's chest and inhaled deeply. There weren't words in the universe to describe just how at home and at peace Kurt felt at that very moment.
"Kurt?" Blaine spoke softly and Kurt hummed. "Just so you know, before I fuck you," Kurt's face flushed hot at Blaine's words, "I'm going to make sweet, passionate love to you. That's a promise."
Kurt squeezed Blaine's body and sighed. "I look forward to it."
Santana was livid. It was third period already, neither she nor Quinn had seen Kurt yet and he hadn't replied to either of their texts. That only meant one thing. He was avoiding them, though Santana had no idea why. She tried to remember if she did anything the day before that would've pissed Kurt off but came up empty handed. Quinn tried talking to Finn but he had made a quick exit and ran into Rachel's arms before Quinn could question him. Something was up and they were going to get to the bottom of it.
"Are you sure you didn't do something to piss him off?" Quinn asked for the third time.
Santana sent her a glare and looked around the corner to see if Kurt was coming yet. They were standing on the opposite side of the wall of his classroom and neither cared if they were late to their own class. They were going to figure out why Kurt was hiding whether he wanted them to or not.
"I didn't do shit, I swear," Santana replied. Quinn gave her an unconvinced look but Santana ignored her. The warning bell rang and Santana peaked around the corner again and waited until she saw Kurt hurrying down the hall before quickly backing away. "Asshole," she muttered to Quinn. She held her hand up, counting to three before both girls jumped around the corner.
Kurt jumped back, his whole face and neck tinting pink when he saw it was the girls. "Hey," he greeted way too enthusiastically. "What's up?
"Oh no, don't give us that shit, Hummel," Santana snapped, waving her finger in front of Kurt's face. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Um, uh."
"Um, uh," Santana mocked and stepped forward. Her eyes raked his body quickly for any signs of stiffness. It wouldn't be the first time he avoided her because Karofsky had pushed him around. He was always too proud to admit something was wrong. Her eyes landed on his neck and she gasped when she noticed the makeup. "Oh my god, you whore!" she nearly shouted before grabbing his arm and dragging him to the nearest bathroom, Quinn chasing after them. Kurt groaned. He was busted.
"Lock the door, Q," Santana demanded and reached for Kurt's Cheerio top.
"Tana," Kurt whined as he tried to get out of her grasp.
"Take it off or I'll rip it off you myself, te lo juro," Santana warned.
"Alright, alright," Kurt conceded, finally breaking free from Santana's grasp, knowing he had no choice but to show them. "Honestly I'm surprised you waited until third period," he mumbled as he set his messenger bag down. He sighed and took off his uniform top followed by his undershirt. Santana's and Quinn's jaws dropped. "So, Blaine's in town," he shrugged innocently.
"And what? He's a fucking vampire now?" Santana asked and Kurt blushed deeply. He had covered the hickeys Blaine left on his neck but left the ones on his chest alone. He hadn't even realized he had so many until they woke up that morning but he didn't mind. The only reason he avoided his girls was because Santana had a knack for knowing when someone covered hickeys up with makeup and he knew they would be dying for every detail.
"Seriously, Kurt. What the hell did he do to you?" Quinn asked with a proud smirk.
"I uh, may have told him to claim me," Kurt said with a nervous chuckle.
Santana whistled. "Damn boy." She looked at Kurt's neck and outlined the makeup that covered the other hickeys with her finger. "He got you good." Kurt shrugged again, worrying his lip between his teeth. "Did you two fuck?"
"What? No!" Kurt answered quickly. "I swear, we didn't. I mean, we fooled around."
"Obviously," Quinn drawled.
"But we didn't have sex," Kurt continued as he slipped his shirt back on. "He did tell me he loved me though," he grinned and Santana squealed with delight. "And the best part..."
"Yes," Santana pushed for more.
Kurt smiled softly. "The best part was waking up to him this morning." Santana gagged and Quinn cooed. "There is no better feeling than waking up in that man's arms."
Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Enough with the mushy crap, Hummel. I want the juicy stuff."
"Yeah well, you ain't getting it," Kurt replied as he put his uniform back on.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because I have an exam to take which I am officially late for thanks to you," Kurt quipped, unlocking the bathroom door.
"It's not like you aren't going to ace that shit and you know it," Quinn retorted.
Kurt grabbed his messenger bag and waved dismissively. "Totally irrelevant," he said and walked out with his girls.
Blaine spent his day alone at the Hudmel home doing absolutely nothing and he loved every second of it. Being on tour meant very little down time and the spare time they did have was usually spent sleeping. Even before the tour started, the guys were busy with other aspects of their lives. Wes was taking classes every chance he got, slowly but surely fulfilling his goal to become an Organic Medicinal Chemist. David was constantly in the music studio creating beats for songs that would never be sung by them, but hopefully by some other artists later on. Becoming a music producer was his plan once The Warblers eventually went their separate ways. Jeff and Nick opened their dance studio and although that was mainly Jeff's dream come true, Nick stood proudly by his side and helped with the business end while taking a few online courses.
And Blaine, well Blaine would always be in the limelight. He would always perform and sing for as long as the fans would have him, be it with the guys or as a solo artist. When that day came to an end, he would spend his time making sure Kurt's dreams were coming true. Or he would be a stay-at-home Dad while Kurt inevitably took over the world with his fashion designs. That thought alone made Blaine giddy with anticipation because one day in their future, they would be parents and he loved the idea of a little Kurt running around. Not that he and Kurt had discussed kids yet but he liked to dream.
It was a rare gift for Blaine to have nothing to do and since he couldn't leave the Hudmel home, he took advantage of the quiet. After waking up to the beauty that is Kurt and eating breakfast with his new family, he went up to Kurt's room and laid in bed watching TV for a couple of hours. He then called his brother and talked to him for a little while before calling his mother and doing the same. He tried calling Sebastian but received no answer. He shrugged it off and called Eric instead, assuring him that he was fine and that he would talk to Kurt soon. He surfed the internet for a little while and then ate lunch with Burt who stopped by to check in on him.
By the time Burt left, Blaine only had a couple of hours left before Kurt got home from school, assuming Glee club rehearsals didn't go over. He decided to take the time to look at Kurt's room thoroughly. He didn't go into Kurt's drawers or anything, but he spent a fair amount of time at Kurt's bookshelf, reading all the titles and paying special attention to the books that looked more worn out than the others. He took note that Kurt had an extensive brooch collection and made a mental note to do some online shopping later. From the bookshelf he went over to Kurt's board which was mostly filled with pictures of his friends and The Warblers, some notes for school, and few quotes and lyrics. One specific quote drew Blaine's attention though and he couldn't help but smile proudly that it had made it to Kurt's board. He still remembered the interview like it was yesterday. It was the first one that truly set The Warblers apart from the rest.
"You've created a bit of controversy these past few weeks. Not very many people are used to your level of honesty and some are even saying that it's all an elaborate PR stunt. How do you feel about that?" the interviewer asked.
The Warblers glanced at each other for a moment and it was Nick who responded. "It is what it is," he said with a shrug. "We aren't ashamed of who we are. Jeff and I aren't going to hide our love for each other, no matter who agrees or who doesn't. If there was ever something Dalton Academy taught us it's to be proud and never to let someone else dictate how we live our lives. We don't regret coming out to the world as soulmates, not even for a second."
"It was definitely a bold statement. Despite having significant proof that soulmates can be of the same sex, it's still a hard pill to swallow for those conservatives who believe that soulmates are only meant to be a male and a female. Do you think this will harm you in the end, career wise?"
"We don't," Blaine answered. "We know that there are a million other artists out there trying to do what we do and we want to be one of the few that are around for a long time. We feel like the only way to do that is by being honest about who we are and what we believe in. People will see through an act, they will see through the phoniness, and we believe that genuine sincerity is key to our success. We aren't in this to make money or become famous. We're in this because we love to perform and we want to inspire others to be true to themselves. The only way to do that is by us being true to ourselves."
Blaine ran his fingers over the paper that held his words, a small smile on his lips. Six years later and he still held firm to his beliefs; he still felt that being true to who he is was the key to his success. And he knew it wasn't just Dalton. He knew a big reason why he held the notion so close to his heart was because of the promises he made Kurt. With the sudden need to once again thank Kurt for being his inspiration, his hope, Blaine walked over to his luggage and pulled out his writing notebook.
"Alright, next week I want you all to step out of your comfort zone," Mr. Schue informed them. "Pick a song that you wouldn't normally sing, one that no one would expect from you, and own it. We won Sectionals by pure luck. If we don't step it up then we are not going to win Regionals." Rachel raised her hand to speak but Mr. Schue cut her off. "We are not discussing solos again, Rachel. I don't want you, or any of you to focus on being the star. Focus on reminding everyone why we're all here. I have faith in you guys. It's time you had faith in yourselves. You're all dismissed."
"Finally," Kurt muttered as he gathered his things. He started making his way towards the door but was stopped by Santana and Quinn. "I already said no," he deadpanned.
"Come on, Kurt. Please," Quinn pleaded quietly. "Tana already got to meet him. Why can't I?"
Kurt sighed, glancing around the room quickly to make sure no one was listening. "It's not that I don't want you to meet him, Q. I just want to be able to have as much time with him as possible before he leaves and that won't happen if you come over to hang out."
"Just five minutes and we'll be gone, I promise." Quinn put her hands together and pouted, Santana standing off to the side filing her nails and pretending she didn't care. Or the fact that Quinn's pout did things to her it shouldn't. "Pretty, pretty please?"
"Alright, fine," Kurt conceded and turned around with an eye roll. "Five minutes and then I'm kicking you out."
"Yes!" Quinn said excitedly as she and Santana followed Kurt out. None of them noticed Rachel watching them from the other side of the room with a keen eye.
Kurt hurried up the stairs with Santana and Quinn on his heels. All he wanted to do was fall back into Blaine's arms and he was annoyed that it would have to wait because of his friends.
"What if he's waiting for you naked?" Santana asked with a purr at the top of the stairs.
"In your dreams, Satan," Kurt snapped.
"More like in your dreams," Santana quipped.
Kurt glanced behind him with a devilish grin. "More like my reality," he retorted just as he reached the door. He knocked twice before opening it, smiling broadly when he saw Blaine sitting on his bed next to his guitar. "Hi."
Blaine stood up from the bed and greeted Kurt with an embrace and a kiss on the lips. "Hi. How was school?"
Kurt shrugged a little. "It was school."
"So what, are you just going to ignore us?" Santana complained from the doorway, a star struck Quinn standing behind her.
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned around to them. "I was trying to but your bitching is too loud."
Santana ignored him and walked into the room. "So Blainey Boy, seen any good vampire movies lately?" she asked with a seductive grin.
"Oh god," Kurt groaned into his hands.
Blaine glanced at the two with an amused expression before turning towards Quinn who was still standing in the doorway gaping at him. "Hi, you must be Quinn," he greeted with a charming smile. Quinn nodded slowly and Santana rolled her eyes. "It's great to finally meet you."
"Yeah, totally," Quinn replied breathlessly with a shy smile.
"Jeez Q, be more obvious that you just wet your panties," Santana drawled, taking a seat at Kurt's vanity, ignoring the embarrassed glare Quinn sent her. And the wave of guilt she felt. "What's with the guitar? You gonna sing us a song, Blaine?"
"No," Kurt answered for him. "You two are leaving, remember?"
"Actually, they can stay for a few more minutes if they want," Blaine said, finding the abashed look on Kurt's face ridiculously adorable. Blaine pouted a little and pulled Kurt into his arms. "I wrote a new song today, for you, and I wanted their opinion since yours is so biased," he teased.
Kurt melted into Blaine's embrace and nodded. "Alright fine. One song and then they are going home. I want you all to myself."
Blaine pecked Kurt's lips gently. "You have me all to yourself. Always."
Santana looked over at Quinn and nodded her over, patting her thighs. Quinn huffed in annoyance but walked over to Santana nonetheless and took a seat on her lap with her arms crossed. Both ignored how their bodies reacted to the contact.
"Why do you always have to be such a bitch?" Quinn muttered under her breath.
Santana shrugged, hating the way her heart hurt from hearing Quinn call her that. "Can you two hurry up so we can go?" she snapped at Blaine and Kurt who were still wrapped in each other's arms.
"Sorry," Blaine said with a bashful smile and walked Kurt over to the bed. Blaine sat against the headboard while Kurt sat at the end. "Now like I said, I just wrote this today so it's a little rough."
Kurt scoffed at him. "Rough or not, it's going to be brilliant and you know it."
Blaine sent him a wink and grabbed his guitar. He opened his notebook and strummed a few chords before locking eyes with Kurt.
When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for
When someone walks into your heart through an open door
When your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold
Don't let go
Someone comes into your world
Suddenly your world has changed forever
No there's no one else's eyes
That could see into me
No one else's arms can lift, lift me up so high Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart
"Fucking A," Santana whispered behind Quinn and Quinn nodded. Blaine's eyes never left Kurt's as he sang with a passion that couldn't be imitated and it was positively breathtaking to watch.
When you're one with the one you were meant to be find
Everything falls in place, all the stars align
When you're touched by the cloud that has touched your soul
Don't let go
Someone comes into your life
It's like they've been in your life forever
No there's no one else's eyes
That could see into me
No one else's arms can lift, lift me up so high Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart
"I feel like we're intruding," Quinn whispered behind her, catching Santana's gaze. Quinn gulped, willing her racing heart to slow down.
So now we've found our way to find each other
So now I found my way, to you
No there's no one else's eyes
That could see into me
Santana's eyes flicked down to Quinn's lips for only a second but Quinn caught the action and it made her stop breathing. She licked her lips, yearning for Santana to kiss her, really kiss her, just once.
No there's no one else's eyes
That could see into me
No one else's arms can lift, lift me up so high Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart
Santana started to lean in, her hand resting on Quinn's thigh. Quinn's eyes fluttered shut, the world around her disappearing except for Santana.
And you know my heart by heart
And you know my heart by heart
And you know my heart by heart
Kurt clapped happily and broke the spell surrounding the girls, Quinn practically jumping off Santana's lap like she'd just been burned. "That was amazing, Blaine," Kurt gushed, completely oblivious to what nearly happened behind him. Blaine caught it though and it made him wonder if the girls knew just how much electricity they were creating.
"Yeah, Blaine," Quinn said, clearing her throat. "That was incredible. And you wrote that today?"
Blaine smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah. Kurt's been one hell of an inspiration," he said, reaching for Kurt's cheek to caress, setting his guitar down next to him.
"Yes well, I'm sure all that making out has been very inspirational," Santana quipped, standing up and straightening her skirt. "We'll leave you two to vomit up rainbows. You ready to go?" she asked Quinn, acting as if she hadn't almost given into her crazy desire to make Quinn scream her name. Maybe it was time to talk to Jeff and finally tell him what was going on with her before she did something she'd regret later, like inviting Quinn for a sleepover and having her way with her. Yeah, no. That is so not going to happen.
"Yeah, we can go," Quinn replied, avoiding eye contact with Santana. "It was really nice to meet you Blaine. Maybe next time Kurt will share you."
"Never gonna happen," Kurt shook his head, still staring lovingly at Blaine. He waved behind him. "Bye girls."
"Later, Hummel," Santana said, grabbing Quinn by the arm and walking out with her.
The moment Kurt heard his bedroom door close, he crawled over to Blaine and settled in-between his legs. "You are," he kissed Blaine's jaw, "the most amazing," he kissed Blaine's cheek, "most incredible," he purred, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, "man on this entire planet." He pressed his lips to Blaine and kissed him with fervor. Blaine didn't hesitate to respond, grabbing Kurt by the hips and lifting him slightly so that Kurt was straddling him.
Rachel waited in her car a few houses away from the Hudmel home until Santana and Quinn left. As soon as Quinn's car drove away, she exited her car and hurried down the sidewalk. She wasn't stupid. She knew what was going on and she was hurt that Kurt hadn't told her. She didn't even bother asking Finn. She knew that he wouldn't tell her the truth even if she begged. She walked up the driveway and knocked on the front door frantically.
Finn opened the door for her and his jaw dropped. "Rach? What are you doing here?" he asked nervously.
Rachel didn't answer. Instead she pushed past Finn and made her way up to Kurt's room.
"RACHEL! WAIT!"
