Chapter 14: This Isn't Goodbye
When Celebrities Fight Back
This past weekend on Twitter, The Warblers' front man Blaine Anderson and his soulmate, whose name has yet to be revealed past the letter K, caused quite the uproar. The Warblers are currently on a small break from their tour and while David Thompson and Wes Montgomery are back in LA visiting their wives, Blaine is in Ohio with his newly found soulmate. Where in Ohio no one knows, but the fans have been searching for him all through Columbus, the same place the band was discovered and the same place Blaine, allegedly, found his soulmate.
Many of Blaine's fans are exceedingly happy for him, one fan going as far as creating an army for them on Twitter, KlainesArmy. But there are a few who seem to be less than enthused and have gone as far as calling them out. What started off as cute and funny tweets between the young couple and the fans ended with Blaine's soulmate defending their relationship. A Twitter user by the name of Sebastians_Love has downright accused Blaine and K of lying about their relationship and has openly argued with "Klaine" supporters.
Sebastians_Love: "Klainers are so blind. How can they not see that this entire "relationship" is a lie? It's PR trying to uphold Blaine's "wholesome" image."
Sebastians_Love: "@KlainesArmy You are so naïve. Blaine is nothing but a liar parading this guy around who is NOT his soulmate and Seb is sitting at home devastated."
This all occurred while Blaine and K were on Twitter speaking with the fans and "Klaine" fans fought back hard.
KlainesArmy: "@Sebastians_Love It's a sad day in your life when you can't separate fiction from reality."
BlainesWife: "@Sebastians_Love Stfu and gtfo! You don't know anything about them!"
Cheerio_Sandbags: "@Sebastians_Love Your delusions are hysterical."
RachelBarbara: "@Sebastians_Love You are not a real Blaine Anderson fan. If you were you would know that Blaine would never lie about such a thing."
But out of all the tweets, the best one of the night came directly from the mysterious K himself.
HisLuckyCharm: "@Sebastians_Love You need to back off. Blaine is MY soulmate, not Sebastian's, and nothing you say is going to change that."
Sebastians_Love was quick to respond.
Sebastians_Love: "@HisLuckyCharm How much are they paying you to pretend? Whatever it is I hope it's worth ruining a man's life over."
For those who don't remember, this is not Sebastians_Love's first attempt to have their beliefs confirmed. Back in 2008, they tweeted Sebastian Smythe and Blaine practically demanding answers as to why the two had not gotten married yet. Blaine and Sebastian, both Dalton Academy Alumni, were dating at the time, though many say the relationship was never meant to be more than a fun way to pass the time. While Blaine always ignored the inquiries about his relationship with Sebastian, Smythe made sure to say that they were the best of friends and had gone as far as replying to Sebastians_Love with a simple, "We aren't soulmates." It seems that as the years have passed though, Sebastians_Love, among several other Smythe supporters, refuse to believe that Sebastian and Blaine are not meant for each other.
Why is that? Are they living in a fantasy world where their favorite celebrities are skipping through a field of flowers? Or are they on to Hollywood's hottest secret? Is K really Blaine's soulmate? Or is he there simply to help Blaine's image? And where is Sebastian in all this? After his movie announcement on Twitter he's all but dropped off the face of the planet. Is he too busy with his new role? Or is it possible that he's hiding because his soulmate has been stolen from him? What are your thoughts?
Perez Hill
"You've been in there a really long time, Kurt," Blaine said from where he sat on Kurt's bed. "Did you drown yourself in hairspray?" he teased.
"Ha, ha. Very funny," Kurt called out from inside the bathroom and Blaine laughed. It was late Saturday morning and the new couple had the house to themselves. Burt and Finn were working at the shop while Carole visited her sister.
Kurt decided to take the opportunity to put on a show for Blaine. For their, step outside their comfort zone assignment for Glee club, Kurt knew exactly what song he wanted to perform and he wanted Blaine's opinion. This was his guilty pleasure. Even Santana didn't know he was a fan of the band and no one in Glee would expect him to sing this type of song. With a final spray to his hair, Kurt nodded his approval in the mirror and walked out.
"So," he said from the doorway and Blaine's jaw dropped. "What do you think?" he asked with a twirl.
Blaine's eyes traveled down Kurt's body, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "You are the spitting image of Brendon Urie right now," he said, clearly impressed by Kurt's outfit.
Kurt beamed proudly. "Perfect." He walked over to his iHome and chose his song. "Now, as many times as I've sang this song to myself, I've never actually performed it so please bear with me. Remember, this is way out of my comfort zone."
Blaine nodded and sat up straighter, eager to see Kurt's performance. He was admittedly surprised when Kurt confessed his love of Panic! At the Disco and as Kurt got into character for the song, he got the feeling that Kurt was about to blow him away.
(Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark) (No one knows it's you Miss Jackson)
(Found another victim)
(But no one's ever gonna find Miss Jackson)
With a devilish smirk on his lips, a slight tilt of his head, and his prop microphone in hand, Kurt completely transformed in front of Blaine. He was the perfect embodiment of Brendon Urie. Blaine quickly grabbed his phone and started recording. He couldn't let the opportunity pass.
You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now
You move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out
But we're so lucky,
Kiss the ring and let 'em bow down
Looking for the time of your life (No one's gonna find out)
A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud,
A face like heaven catching lighting in your nightgown, But back away from the water, babe, you might drown The party isn't over tonight (Party in your night gown)
Blaine licked his lips, his mouth slightly parted as his pants suddenly got tighter and the temperature in the room significantly rose. That certainly wasn't the reaction he anticipated, but he hadn't expected Kurt to be downright sexy either. It was dirty even, the way he sang and looked directly into Blaine's camera, and with the tiniest roll of his hips, Blaine was practically drooling.
Hey
Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?
Hey
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway (Hey) I love her anyway (Hey)
I love her anyway (Hey)
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty?
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty?
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Are you nasty?
I love her anyway
Oh,
Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? Oh
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway
Blaine kept the camera focused on Kurt as he slid off the bed, a seductive look in his eyes as he slowly stepped closer. Kurt's gaze followed Blaine and it felt almost like a game, as if Blaine was on the prowl and Kurt was his prey. Kurt let a wicked grin grace his face as he turned away from the camera and continued to perform as Blaine began to circle around him.
Way down 'til the fire finally dies out
You've got 'em wrapped around your finger watch 'em fall down
There's something beautiful and tragic in the fall out Let me say it one more time (Tragic in the fall out)
Hey
Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?
Hey
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway (Hey, hey, hey) I love her anyway (Hey)
I love her anyway (Hey)
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty?
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty?
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Are you nasty?
I love her anyway
Blaine came around to Kurt's front and stopped recording, tossing his phone onto Kurt's bed. Kurt stopped performing when Blaine grabbed hold of the microphone and tossed it next to his phone, his eyes blazing with a fire that Kurt had never seen. Kurt gulped as Blaine's hands grabbed his hips and walked him backwards, pushing him against the wall, against the giant poster of Blaine no less and his body shivered with overwhelming anticipation.
Blaine pressed his erection into Kurt's inner thigh and Kurt moaned, parting his legs so that Blaine was in between him. Blaine kept his eyes locked with Kurt's, his hand trailing down Kurt's thigh and his fingers digging in. "You," he whispered hotly, his lips grazing Kurt's, "are so fucking sexy."
"Blaine," Kurt breathed out with a quiver in his voice.
"The way you move," Blaine continued, pulling Kurt's leg up so that it wrapped around his torso. "The way you sing," Blaine grabbed Kurt's other leg and lifted him, a surprised gasp escaping Kurt's lips. "The way you moan for me," Blaine rolled his hips, smirking with pride at the sound of pure ecstasy Kurt emanated. He leaned into Kurt's ear and thrust again, his moans sending shivers down Kurt's spine. "You're my very own sexy little kitten and you deserve a treat for being so good," he whispered with a nip at Kurt's earlobe.
Kurt threw his head against the wall. "Holymotherofgod," he mumbled, his legs tightening around Blaine as Blaine's lips found their way to his neck.
"Just go in there already," Quinn said with an exasperated sigh. "Sue's already pissed that she couldn't get a hold of him herself. She's going to blow a damn gasket if we're late."
Santana groaned and hit the steering wheel. They were parked outside the Hudmel home to pick Kurt up for an emergency Cheerios practice and neither one of them wanted to be the one to get him. "He's probably balls deep inside Blaine right now. I don't want to disturb them. He only has Blaine until tomorrow. He needs his man candy time." Quinn sighed again, both girls looking up at the house. "Can't we just tell her that he's sick?"
"He's captain for a reason, Tana. Kurt never gets sick and Sue knows that. She counts on that," Quinn reminded her. "Besides, we need him. I know he needs to spend time with Blaine but if we don't re-choreograph this routine then we are royally fucked."
Santana groaned in defeat. "Fuck, fine." Santana unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at Quinn. "Keep the car on, I'll be right back." Quinn nodded and watched Santana go, her eyes lingering on the swish of Santana's skirt for only a moment before looking away.
Santana walked up the driveway to the side of the house and grabbed the spare key hidden away in a flower plot. She knew that no one was home because Kurt had text her first thing in this morning and told her, making sure to mention that he was shutting his phone off and threatening to end her life if she disturbed him. She hated to do this. She really did. But if she had to choose between who scared her more, Kurt or Sue, she had to pick Sue, and if they showed up to practice without their captain, they would be in deep shit.
Santana unlocked the front door and let herself in, taking a quick glance around the kitchen and living room in hopes that Kurt was down there. But as she approached the stairs and Kurt's moans traveled down, her guilt doubled. "Dammit, Hummel," she said as she started her way up the stairs. "Couldn't you at least be boring and be cuddling? Why the fuck did you have to be fucking?" she grumbled to herself.
She walked up the stairs as slow as she could, giving them as much time together as possible. As she started down the hall, she heard a bang against wall and couldn't stop the proud grin. "Wall sex. Wanky," she said as she reached the door.
Instead of knocking right away though, she pressed her ear against the door and listened to her best friend moan like a whore. She reached for the doorknob and silently opened his door, mentally bitching at him for not locking it, and peered inside. Her eyes went wide at the sight in front of her. Blaine's mouth was completely dominating Kurt's neck and she at least had the decency to blush when she saw the way Blaine's fingers dug into Kurt's thigh as he gyrated against Kurt. She only watched them for a moment, too entranced by the filthiness of it all to look away. But when Kurt let out a gurgled moan prompting Blaine to pull his body back just enough to slam him against the wall, she knew she needed to stop them. With a deep breath, she knocked on the door loudly and threw it open.
"Sorry to interrupt the party boys," she said, just barely holding back a laugh at how quickly Blaine let go of Kurt.
"What the fuck, Santana?" Kurt shouted, holding onto Blaine's shirt collar and keeping their bodies together.
Santana ignored the deadly glare Kurt sent her way. "Suit up, Hummel. Emergency Cheerios practice," she said apologetically.
"What?!" Kurt screeched, his legs dropping down completely. "Why?"
"Because Sue went to spy on the Broncos last night and she said, and I quote, 'if we don't get fresh we're going to dry up like grandma's vajayjay getting licked by a dying cat in the Sahara Desert'." Kurt groaned in aggravation while Blaine tried to make sense of what Santana just said. "She wants to re-choreograph our routine from top to bottom."
Kurt's jaw dropped, reluctantly letting Blaine go. "Are you fucking kidding me? We worked our asses off on that routine," he said with a whine.
Santana half shrugged. "This ain't no picnic for me either. When was the last time I talked to Britt?" she asked, continuing before he could answer. "Fucking forever ago and now I gotta collaborate with her? Regular practice is hard enough as is."
Kurt whined and stomped his feet before pushing Blaine away. "I have to go, I'm really sorry," he said as he grabbed his uniform that was hanging on his closet door.
"It's ok love, I understand," Blaine told him though there was no way of missing the sadness in his voice. Kurt pouted as he walked over to Santana and gave her his uniform. He walked back to Blaine and wrapped his arms around his neck as Blaine pulled him into a hug. "Go be a good captain. I'll be here waiting for you."
Kurt pulled back slightly and captured Blaine's lips in a tender kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Blaine said with a peck. "Go on."
Kurt huffed and forced himself out of Blaine's arms. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand, removed his jacket and tossed it on the bed before heading out of his room. "Sue better sleep with her eyes fucking wide open."
"I know that's right," Santana mumbled after him.
Blaine sighed sadly, grabbing Kurt's jacket off the bed and going to his closet to hang it back up. Then he walked over to the bed, sat down on the edge and laid back. Now what do I do? He thought to himself as he adjusted the hard on he was still sporting. He stared at the ceiling for a little while before deciding to call Sebastian. He reached for his phone and went to his best friend's contact. If anyone could appreciate the need to whine over being cockblocked it was Sebastian Smythe. Though in the back of his mind he knew it was probably best that Santana came in when she did.
"You've reached Sebastian. Leave a message or I'm not calling you back."
Blaine's face scrunched in slight concern. That was the second call Sebastian had ignored. What was going on? Sebastian always answered for him. "Hey Seb, it's me. Kurt had an emergency cheerleading practice so I'm stuck at his house by myself all day. Give me a call back when you can. Bye."
Sebastian looked up from his script when he heard his phone beep with a new message. He called his voicemail and a small pang of guilt stabbed through him from ignoring Blaine's call again. He listened to the message, asking himself what kind of emergency cheerleaders could possibly have, before deleting it. He thought about calling Blaine back but decided against it, putting his phone on silent and returning to his script. He picked up his pencil and made a few notes before turning to the next page. He knew he was drowning himself in his role and he knew that he needed to be careful not to stress himself out. But he needed to completely immerse himself in his character. Ryan Veitch presented a challenge that none of his other roles ever offered and that was the main reason why he accepted it. He needed the challenge. He thrived on it.
He also knew that Blaine would eventually catch on that something was wrong. He planned on avoiding Blaine as much as possible, simply because he didn't want Blaine to worry about him. He didn't want to be a downer when Blaine was so blissfully happy with Kurt. But he knew that Blaine would surely realize that he wasn't doing well and that was a conversation he didn't want to have yet. Not again. Talking to Megan had been hard enough. He didn't want Blaine to feel guilty either. He knew there was still a part of Blaine that blamed himself for what happened between him and Hunter even though it was entirely Sebastian's fault, and the last thing he wanted was for Blaine to do something stupid like try and talk to Hunter for him. That never ended well.
Sebastian breathed deeply and set his script down. He held his left wrist with his right hand, his fingers grazing the leather cuff before removing it. He inhaled sharply and then laughed almost manically when he saw that Hunter's name had not faded. He had been terrified that it would start to, especially after Hunter's email. There were even moments in the past year when he was sure that it had lost some of its color. But as he stared at Hunter's name and realized that it hadn't changed at all, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. He knew he needed to stop worrying about Hunter and for the time being he would. But he loved Hunter. Truly and deeply. While the ache in his heart had numbed, the love had not and he decided to hold onto it. He wasn't about to give up on them. Not yet.
It only took Blaine five minutes of silence before pulling out his notebook and guitar to write another song for Kurt. It wasn't necessarily a new song, but an older one that he could never get quite right. But sitting in Kurt's room seemed to inspire him more than ever so he let the words flow until the song was complete. Once he was satisfied with it, he headed downstairs to get something to eat. He lingered in the hallway for a moment as he passed the family portraits. He hadn't had the chance to look at them yet and as he walked past, he smiled adoringly at the photos of young Kurt with his mom. He didn't know too much about her because Kurt never really spoke of her, but it was clear that she loved him dearly.
Blaine made his way to the kitchen and pulled out what he needed for a sandwich, humming quietly as he made it. He put the mayonnaise back in the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle before taking a seat at the island. Just as he took his first bite though, he heard the front door open then close and he froze. "Hello?" he called out cautiously.
A few seconds passed before Finn came into the kitchen. "Hey," he said with awkward smile.
Blaine relaxed and smiled. "Hey, Finn. What are you doing back? I thought you were working all day?"
Finn shrugged a little as he walked to the refrigerator to grab a soda. "Burt told me to come home. I don't think he wanted to leave you two alone for too long," he said with a nervous chuckle.
"Yes well, he has nothing to worry about there," Blaine said with a sigh. "Santana came and picked Kurt up not too long ago. Apparently Sue called an emergency Cheerios practice."
Finn groaned to himself. "Great," he muttered sarcastically and Blaine raised a curious brow. "He's always really cranky after those," he elaborated.
Blaine nodded. "Good to know." Finn nodded with his eyes to the floor but said nothing and Blaine could feel the tension in the air. "Are you alright?"
"Me? Yeah, totally. I'm totally...you know what, no, I'm not alright," Finn replied and Blaine was surprised by how forceful his tone suddenly became. "We need to talk about what happened yesterday, with Rachel."
Blaine set his sandwich down and gave Finn his full attention. He knew what happened with Rachel had gotten out of hand and he was glad to clear the air. "I'm really sorry about that," he started but Finn cut him off.
"You should be," Finn said, surprised by the anger in his voice. He took a breath and tempered his tone. "I get that Rachel shouldn't have barged in on you guys like that but what you said to her wasn't cool, man. She looks up to you and you made her cry, and that's my girlfriend, probably my soulmate, and I don't like how you treated her."
"You're right," Blaine spoke softly in hopes to calm Finn down. "I should never have said anything to her about your Glee club. It wasn't my place and even though she did step over the line with Kurt, it did not give me the right to speak to her the way I did. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her feelings and for that I am truly sorry," he said sincerely.
"Well...good," Finn said with a nod. "You're going to have to do something to make it up to her though cause she was really upset and when she's upset, she takes it out on me."
"I will make it up to her, I promise," Blaine assured him.
"Alright, cool." Finn held his fist up and Blaine pounded it with his own. Finn smiled with relief. "This talk went better than I thought. I was worried I'd have to like, kick your ass and I didn't wanna do that." Blaine raised an amused brow. "Cause I mean, you may be older but I'm the quarterback," he said proudly.
Blaine decided not to tell Finn that he was a skilled boxer and nodded with a small smile. "I'm grateful that we could come to an understanding. Violence is never the answer to anything."
"I know," Finn said quickly. "It's not like I wanted to kick your ass. It's just, you know, Rachel's the love of my life. I gotta defend my girl."
"I completely understand," Blaine smiled, recalling his own need to protect Kurt from any and all harm.
"Cool. Well I'm gonna go play some video games. You wanna join?"
"I appreciate the offer but I'm going to pass."
Finn shrugged. "Alright. Later bro," he said with a nod and left Blaine alone in the kitchen.
Kurt slammed Santana's car door behind him late that evening, not at all giving a shit about her yelling at him for it, and dragged his feet to the front door. He was beyond exhausted. Not only had Sue forced them to run their original routine a dozen times before criticizing every single move, but she then demanded that he and Quinn come up with new moves for one section while Britt and Santana did the same for another before they inevitably merged the dances together. The rest of the Cheerios were made to run laps, according to Sue, to build their stamina. But they all knew it was because Sue got off on torturing them.
They also knew her reasoning behind pairing Santana and Britt together had less to do with the fact that they always worked out the best moves, and more to do with the fact that they hadn't spoken unless necessary for months. The truth was, he could bitch about Sue all he wanted but she truly cared for her girls and her team, and she knew that if Santana and Britt weren't connecting teammate wise, they were going to lose the championship. Kurt didn't miss the longing look in Quinn's eyes as they came up with their own dance moves either. He was starting to wonder just how deep her crush on Santana was and if Santana was as oblivious as she played off.
He kicked his shoes off at the front door and made his way upstairs, grunting to his father that he didn't need to eat because he stuffed his face with the biggest hamburger known to man as soon as practice was over, simply because he knew Sue would be pissed. He briefly wondered how Blaine got along with his family for dinner without him and it reminded him that Blaine was upstairs waiting for him, putting an extra pep in his step. How had he forgotten? He had even text Blaine to let him know he was on his way home. He must be more tired than he thought. He hurried to his room and breathed in relief when he saw Blaine sitting against his headboard watching TV. Blaine smiled at him and instantly got up, pulling him into an embrace before walking towards the bathroom.
"Finn mentioned you'd be really tired so I drew you a warm bath," Blaine said huskily into his ear.
Kurt hummed, his fingers intertwining with Blaine's curls. "Wanna join me?"
Blaine chuckled and stopped them at the bathroom door. "As sexy as that sounds, you've had a long day and I don't think taking a bath together is going to relax you." Kurt pouted a little and Blaine pecked his lips. "Go relax in the tub. Take your time. I'll be right here when you get out." Kurt nodded with an appreciative sigh. "And don't put your shirt on when you come out. I'm going to give you a back rub."
"Blaine, you don't have to-"
Blaine cut him off with a kiss. "I want to. Let me do this for you."
Kurt melted at Blaine's puppy eyes. "You're going to spoil me," he said as he reached for his pajama bottoms and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs.
"That's my plan," Blaine said with such a wide grin that Kurt couldn't stop the small giggle even if tried. "Go on, before the water gets cold." Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek as a thank you and walked into his bathroom.
Kurt spent a good hour soaking in the tub, partly because the water and bath oils Blaine used were so calming, but mostly because he wanted to waste time. As soon as he was fully emerged in the bathtub, the hard on from earlier came back with a vengeance. He didn't stop himself from allowing his thoughts to wander to the endless fantasies he had about Blaine and he stroked his cock gently, imagining that it was Blaine's hand instead of his own. But he didn't cum. That would be saved for Blaine's doing and that was why he stalled. He wanted to make sure that his family was in bed by the time he got out.
He opened his bathroom door and leaned on the doorway in nothing but his boxer briefs. He thought about putting his pajama pants on but decided against it, his adrenaline from earlier giving him the courage to be so bold. "Hey there," he said lowly.
Blaine's head shot up from his tablet and his jaw dropped, eyes scanning Kurt's body. "Kurt? What are you doing?" He asked, his mouth suddenly dry.
Kurt walked over to the bed with a look in his eyes that made Blaine's cock spring to life. Kurt suddenly felt like he was the one on the prowl and Blaine was his prey. "You said to leave my shirt off," he said innocently though his eyes sparkled with mischievousness.
Blaine reached out for him as he kneeled on the bed. "Yes, but I thought you'd have pants on," he said with a small laugh as his fingers trailed down Kurt's toned frame.
"Pants. Boxers. Same difference." Kurt attached his lips to Blaine's in a searing kiss but Blaine pulled away, holding back his arousal. "What? What's wrong?"
"Kurt, my love," Blaine said, cupping Kurt's face and kissing him gently. "Please put some pants on."
"Why?" Kurt asked with a pout.
"Because you are irresistible," Blaine said with a small moan. "And I really think we need to slow down a little. Being here with you has been amazing, but I don't want to take things too far. We have plenty of time to experience things together."
Kurt rolled his eyes and got off his bed. "Right, this coming from the same man that tried to fuck me against the wall this morning," he said sarcastically.
"That is because you seduced me and you know it," Blaine argued though a smirk played at his lips. "Just like you're trying to seduce me now and I'm not falling for it."
"You sure about that?" Kurt said sultrily.
Blaine gave him a look that clearly said how serious he was. "Kurt."
"Ugh, fine." Kurt walked back into his bathroom and grabbed his pajama pants. "This back massage better be epic, mister," he said as he slipped his pants on.
"It will be," Blaine said softly with an amused smile. "Please lie down."
Kurt huffed again and laid down on his stomach, folding his arms underneath his chin. As soon as his body started to relax into the blankets, Kurt's exhaustion caught up to him. Blaine grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bedside table and kneeled on the bed next to Kurt. "It's just as well that we don't fool around. I'm so tired," he mumbled through a yawn.
"I know you are, love." Blaine poured some lotion on his hands and rubbed them together. "How was practice?" he asked as he started rubbing Kurt's back.
"Mm, that feels so good," Kurt moaned, his body melting at Blaine's touch. Blaine smirked and kneaded Kurt's back muscles. "Practice was awful. Sue killed us."
"Did you fix your routine?"
"Mhm," Kurt nodded. "A little to the left, oh right there." Blaine chuckled, leaning down to kiss Kurt's back as he continued to rub. "How was your day? How was dinner with my family?"
"Not bad. We talked about the Buckeye's."
Kurt scoffed. "Figures you'd talk about football."
"I really missed you though," Blaine said softly with a kiss on the back of Kurt's neck.
Kurt pouted a little. "I really missed you too." He turned his head to the side to look at Blaine. "Tomorrow we are doing nothing but staying cuddled up in bed. Deal?"
Tomorrow. Blaine leaves tomorrow and the sudden realization made both their hearts ache. Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt's lips sweetly. "Deal," he promised.
Kurt shut his eyes and took a deep breath as Blaine continued to work through his tense muscles. He hummed a song Kurt didn't recognize but it was pretty and between Blaine's gentle touch, his long day, and Blaine's smoothing vocals, he was soon fast asleep.
Kurt woke up curled against Blaine's body early Sunday morning, his back pressed against Blaine's bare chest. He smiled to himself, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips to kiss gently. Nothing in the world could compare to waking up wrapped in Blaine's embrace. Their bodies fit snug together like puzzle pieces and Kurt never wanted to leave Blaine's arms. He closed his eyes and breathed out a hum, allowing himself to drift back to sleep for only a moment before forcing himself awake. It was Blaine's last day and while the plan was to stay in bed, they were not going to waste it away by sleeping. He carefully turned around in Blaine's arms, pecked Blaine's lips softly, before slowly getting out of bed. Blaine instinctively reached out for him and Kurt bit back a laugh at the pout on Blaine's lips when he didn't find him.
"Kurt?" Blaine called out, his eyes still closed, his voice gruff with sleep.
Kurt leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I'm right here. I'm going to make us breakfast. Keep sleeping. I'll be right back."
Blaine smiled a little and nodded. "Mk. Love you."
"Love you too," Kurt whispered back. He grabbed a shirt from his dresser and slipped it on before heading downstairs.
About thirty minutes later, Kurt walked back into his room with a tray full of food. He made them scrambled eggs with bacon, French toast, and blueberry pancakes. He also cut up some strawberries and brought Blaine the choice of either orange juice or coffee. He set the tray down on his bedside table before turning to look at Blaine. Kurt shook his head and sighed, a smirk on his lips. Blaine had moved so that he was lying on his stomach and cuddled with Kurt's pillow as if it was his lifeline, his legs sprawled out over the blankets. Kurt reached for his hair and pushed away a few curls before deciding to take a picture. Blaine was entirely too adorable for his own good. He thought about tweeting it for the fans but decided against it. Some things were meant to be his and his alone, and the image of Blaine asleep on his bed was one of them. He took a seat on his bed before leaning forward and kissing Blaine's cheek.
"Wake up Sleeping Beauty," he said quietly. "I love you but you're drooling on my pillow," he teased. Blaine made no movement though. Kurt grabbed his coffee mug and brought it close to Blaine's face. "Baby, wake up." He blushed a little at his use of the term of endearment. "I have coffee for you."
That woke Blaine up. "Mm, coffee," he mumbled as he tried to reach for the mug.
Kurt pulled it away though. "Nu uh, mister. Get up first. I'm not about to have you spill this on my sheets."
A minute or so passed before Blaine finally opened his eyes. "Good morning, beautiful," he said with a half-smile, reaching up to Kurt's face to caress his cheek.
Kurt leaned into the touch before turning his face and kissing the inside of Blaine's hand. "Come on, sit up. The food's going to get cold." Blaine stretched his body with a groan before sitting up and holding his hand out to Kurt with a pout. Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and handed him his coffee. "I also brought some orange juice if you want."
Blaine hummed in appreciation as he took a sip. "Coffee first." He looked over at Kurt's spread and smiled. "You're going to spoil me," he teased.
Kurt reached for his own cup of coffee with a wide grin. "That's my plan."
Santana sat in her car and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. She was parked outside of Brittany's house trying to muster up the courage to talk to her. Working with her on the new dance moves wasn't as bad as she originally thought and it made her realize how much she missed Brittany as a friend. But a part of her still hurt over what happened and she hated it. She knew that she needed to let go and until they talked, really talked, she wouldn't be able to move on. Her birthday was in three weeks. It was time. With a shaky breath, she pulled her keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. She walked up the driveway slowly, prolonging the inevitable as long as she could. But all too soon she was at the front door with two choices, knock or run back to her car. Before she could do either though, the door opened to reveal Sam with bedhead and still in pyjamas.
Sam took a step back in surprise when he saw her but quickly shifted to defensiveness. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I," Santana stammered, completely caught off guard by Sam's presence.
"Sam, did you get the paper? Lord Tubbington needs the comics before using the bathroom." Santana heard Brittany call out. Brittany appeared behind Sam and her eyes landed on Santana. "San?"
"Hi," Santana said quietly, regretting her decision to show up unannounced.
"What are you doing here, Santana?" Sam asked again with more force and it snapped Santana out of her daze.
"Relax, Trouty," she said with an aggravated huff. "I just want to talk to Britt. I swear I'm not here to start trouble."
Sam wanted to protest but Brittany's hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Would you like to come in?" Brittany asked her, gently pushing Sam aside.
"Yeah, thanks," Santana muttered as she stepped inside the house. "Can we talk for a moment, alone?" she asked with a glance at Sam.
Brittany nodded and turned to Sam with pleading eyes. "Sam, can you go to the store for me and get me that pomegranate juice that I like? Lord Tubbington finished the rest last night." Sam glanced back and forth between the two girls before nodding. He pecked Brittany's cheek, grabbed his keys and jacket and left with a warning glance at Santana.
Santana raised a brow. "Did he just leave without shoes? It's cold as hell outside."
"He leaves his shoes in the car," Brittany answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do you want to talk in my room?"
"No," Santana answered quickly. The thought of going into Brittany's room where Sam had taken her place made her stomach churn. "The living room is fine." Brittany nodded with a small smile and led the way. "Where are your parents?"
"In Istanbul. Or at least that's what they told me. I never believe them. I don't think it's safe for me to know where they really are." According to Brittany, her parents were international spies. Santana never knew if it was true or not but the one time she had met them made her think that it might actually be. Brittany took a seat on the couch and Santana sat with her on the opposite end. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked quietly.
"I uh, well, you see." Santana closed her eyes and took a breath. "I wanted to say I'm sorry," she rambled out. "I've been a bitch to you and to Sam and I know that it's not your fault. I know that Sam was meant to be your soulmate, not me, and I never should have said those things to you."
"San-"
"Let me finish," Santana cut her off. "I was wrong. I was angry and bitter and hurt and none of that excuses my behavior." As Santana finally got her words out, the black hole surrounding her heart started to slowly disappear. "The things I said to you, how I've treated you, is completely inexcusable. We were best friends Britt; you, me, Q, and Kurt. We were His Royal Highness and The Unholy Trinity and I broke that. I broke us apart and forced people to choose sides and I'm sorry. I really am. I hope you can forgive me."
Brittany scooted over to Santana and grabbed hold of her hands. "There's nothing to forgive because I forgave you a long time ago."
"Britt-"
"You got to talk so let me," Brittany interrupted. Santana took a breath and nodded. "I understand why you reacted the way you did and yeah it sucked, but I never held it against you. How could I? We didn't ask for this, it just happened." Santana looked away to hide the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry too. I wasn't honest with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I...I knew, deep down that you weren't meant to be mine." Santana looked up questioningly and Brittany continued with her eyes to the floor. "I wanted it to be you so I ignored the feeling but...I knew it wasn't. I didn't know it'd be Sam, but I knew it wasn't you and I should've told you."
A tear streamed down Brittany's cheek and Santana wiped it away. "Don't cry, Britt. Unicorns die when you cry, remember?"
Brittany nodded and wiped her eyes. "Do you...do you think you could ever forgive me? For not telling you? Do you think we could ever be friends again? I've missed you," she said with a hopeful smile.
"Of course I forgive you," Santana told her though she felt like there was nothing that needed forgiving. Had she been in Brittany's position, she would've done the same thing. "I would love to be friends again. I've really missed you too."
Brittany bounced in her seat happily and Santana could only laugh. That was what she missed most about having Brittany around. Her youthful spirit and high energy never ceased to bring a smile to Santana's face. Nick and Jeff were right. Talking to Brittany was exactly what she needed. Now she just had to figure out what to do about Quinn.
After eating breakfast, Kurt helped Blaine pack his suitcase so they wouldn't have to do it later and then curled up in bed with the TV on. That was where they stayed the rest of the day, only getting up to use the restroom. Carole brought them lunch and they ate together in Kurt's bed, leaving the dishes on his bedside table for later. They didn't talk much, but simply enjoyed being in each other's arms while they still had the chance. As the evening drew near, they took all the dirty dishes to the kitchen and had a light dinner before ascending back to Kurt's room. Neither one looked at the clock or answered their phones with the exception of when Eric called Blaine to confirm his flight details. After that conversation, the desperation to stay together became too much to resist and Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, kissing him fervently. They didn't do more than make- out for a while, but their bodies were lit with a fire that made them both quiver.
Needing to know exactly how much time they had left, Kurt finally detached himself from Blaine's grasp and checked the time on his phone. Blaine sat up in the bed and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, kissing the back of his neck lightly. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he asked quietly. They only had a couple of hours left. One movie and then Blaine would be back on the road.
Kurt smiled softly and nodded. "Sure. Let's see what's on TV."
Kurt grabbed the remote as Blaine propped the pillows on the headboard and leaned against them. Kurt settled in-between Blaine's legs and Blaine wrapped his arms around his torso. Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder and sighed before turning the volume up on the TV and surfing the channels. He turned to the Lifetime Network and gasped.
"Is that...that's Sebastian!"
Blaine, who had been watching Kurt, looked up at the TV and nodded. "Mhm. This was Seb's very first movie."
Kurt turned to him with confusion. "No it wasn't. The serial killer one was."
"Look at him, Kurt," Blaine said with a nod towards the TV. "Look at how young he is." Kurt turned to the TV and nodded slowly. "He filmed this like, right after high school. 'Not the Boy Next Door' was his first big name film but not his first movie. I don't think many people actually know that though."
"Oh. Is it any good?"
"Mhm. It just started too. Let's watch this," Blaine suggested and not because he wanted to watch the movie, but because he wanted Kurt to stay still in his arms.
"Ok, this is fine," Kurt said as he set the remote down and settled into Blaine's embrace.
Kurt watched the movie intently while Blaine watched his every expression, counted every freckle. He was going to miss the hell out of Kurt but there was a part of him that was glad to be leaving. He loved to perform and being on the road, and their relationship still needed to grow. That wasn't going to happen correctly if they stayed together and constantly ended up fooling around.
"This bitch is fucking crazy," Kurt said at one point and Blaine chuckled, his fingers lightly trailing up and down Kurt's arm.
"Seb said she's a total sweetheart in real life," Blaine told him.
Kurt scoffed with a smirk. "She's doing a hell of job being psycho."
They didn't say anything else for the rest of the movie and by the time it ended, Kurt's respect for Sebastian's acting ability had grown. Kurt reached for the remote and turned the TV off before turning in Blaine arms to cuddle against his chest. Blaine kissed the top of his forehead and held him close. The next several minutes passed in absolute silence. Blaine had thought that Kurt had fallen asleep against him but then he spoke just above a whisper and said something Blaine hadn't been expecting.
"My mom used to call me her lucky charm." Blaine looked down as Kurt looked up and caught his sad gaze. "When I was little, she used to say that I was her good luck charm."
"Really?"
"Mhm," Kurt nodded with a soft smile. "I've been meaning to tell you but it never came up. She um, she was sick her entire life. A few weeks before her 18th birthday the doctors told she wouldn't make it to then. She had all but given up at that point. But she did make it and she met my dad just a few days after her birthday. He was a couple of years older and she decided to tell him how sick she was, how she was dying." Blaine's heart broke as Kurt spoke of his mother, the pain in his voice clear as day.
"But she didn't die, not yet anyway."
"No, not yet. I think it was because they bonded," Kurt told him, resting his head down on Blaine's chest. "Dad told me that she tried to convince him to let her go but he had already fallen in love with her and he wanted to be with her even though he knew the ending. Mom called him a stubborn fool," he said with a light laugh. "Which he totally is. But yeah, they bonded and she got better. Dad said she was doing really well for a while but then she started getting sick again. She was told again, that her time was limited and that she should get her affairs in order. So she did. But then...then she got pregnant with me."
Blaine smiled to himself. "And you gave her new life," he concluded.
Kurt nodded against him. "Yeah. That's why I was her good luck charm. Because I gave her more time." Kurt looked up at Blaine with tear filled eyes. "When you tweeted about me, called me your good luck charm, I cried so much. I couldn't believe you remembered me. I couldn't believe that you thought I brought you any luck when I've felt so unlucky for so long."
Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt tenderly, cupping his face and putting forth all of his passion and devotion. "You are my good luck charm," Blaine whispered against his lips. "And you were your mothers. I'm going to have to thank her one day for bringing you to me."
Kurt kissed Blaine back, a single tear streaming down his cheek. "I love you, so much."
"I love you, too."
Burt stood by Kurt's doorway and overheard him tell Blaine the story of his late wife, his first love, and it ached the same way it always did when he thought of her. But what hurt more was what he was about to do. Blaine's driver was there to take him to the airport which meant he had to tear his son away from his beloved. He could already hear the tears. Reluctantly, he raised his hand to the door and knocked.
"Blaine, your driver's here," Burt said apologetically.
Burt could practically hear his son's heart break. "I'll be right down," Blaine replied with a small smile. He turned back to Kurt who was already crying. "Hey now, this isn't goodbye. It's just, see you later."
"I know. I'm ok," Kurt said shakily. "Come on."
Kurt got out of Blaine's arms and off his bed. "Love?" Kurt turned to look at Blaine. "Sit down for a minute. I want to give you something before I go." Kurt took a seat, watching Blaine curiously as he walked to his luggage and pulled out his wallet. "I want you to have this," he said as he handed Kurt his black platinum card.
Kurt took it with wide eyes. "Blaine, I can't accept this," he said tentatively.
Blaine sat next to Kurt and took his hands on his own. "Yes you can. I want you to. You don't have to use it if you don't feel comfortable, but at least keep it for emergencies."
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked needing him to be certain. "This is a huge responsibility, Blaine."
"I know it is. I trust you, Kurt. Take the card. Use it, don't use it. It's entirely up to you. But please, take it. I'll feel better knowing that you have it." Blaine brought Kurt's hands to his lips and kissed them gently, his eyes soft and pleading.
Kurt smiled a little and nodded. "Ok, I'll take it."
"Thank you." Blaine took a deep breath and stood up, bringing Kurt with him. "Come on. We need to get downstairs."
They held each other tightly by the doorway, neither willing to let go just yet. Blaine's driver walked in from taking his luggage to the car and was waiting as patiently as he could for them to finish their goodbyes. But as the clocked ticked away, he grew impatient. If they didn't leave soon Blaine was going to miss his flight. Or well, he wouldn't miss the flight. It was private jet so it would wait all night for Blaine if need be. But if they didn't keep Eric's schedule, it would be Donny's ass on the line.
"Blaine, we have to go," Donny said with a firmness that let Blaine know it wasn't up for discussion.
"I need to go," Blaine said as he pulled away from Kurt. He cupped Kurt's face and kissed him one last time. "I'll see you soon. I love you, always and forever."
Kurt leaned his forehead on Blaine's and rubbed their noses together. "I love you, always and forever." They finally parted, their hands intertwined. "Have a safe flight."
"I'll call you when I land," Blaine promised, kissing Kurt's fingers before finally letting go.
Kurt stood in the doorway and watched his heart drive away. When the car lights were no longer in view, he closed the front door and walked into the kitchen where his father was waiting for him.
"He's gone," Kurt said just above a whisper as he took a seat at the island.
Burt pursed his lips before grabbing two spoons and the pint of ice cream in the freezer, and set it front of Kurt. He handed Kurt a spoon with an encouraging smile. "He'll be back." Kurt nodded but said nothing, digging his spoon into the tub and getting a large scoop of ice cream. Burt followed suit, his eyes firmly on the son he watched grow over night. "I'm really proud of you, son."
Kurt raised a confused brow. "Why? What did I do?"
"It's not what you did, but what you didn't do," Burt told him. "I'll be honest here, I was sure you two would bond over the weekend. But you didn't. You proved that you're strong enough to handle this and I'm really proud of you for that." Kurt smiled softly. He was proud of himself too. "If you two can go an entire weekend under the same roof, in the same bed, and not bond, then you can handle being apart while he's on tour and you're in school. Just hang in there."
Kurt ate one final scoop of ice cream and set his spoon down before giving his dad a hug. "Thanks, Dad. I'm going to head to bed. Goodnight."
Burt hugged his son tightly. His late wife would've been overwhelmingly proud of the man Kurt was becoming. "Goodnight, bud."
