Chapter 16: Thanksgiving


The Warblers are back! After taking a four day break from their worldwide sold out tour, The Warblers came together in Pierre, South Dakota for an unbelievable show last night. While soulmates Jeff and Nick Duval-Sterling traveled with the bus and crew, David Thompson and Wes Montgomery flew to Los Angeles to be with their wives and Blaine Anderson flew to Ohio to visit his still unidentified soulmate, K. During their break, the guys teased the fans with photos and tweets between their significant others and no doubt relaxed from the stress that comes from being on the road. Some believed, myself included, that after so many consecutive days with zero rehearsal, The Warblers would have somehow lost their touch, especially since their break landed right in the middle of the first leg of the tour. However, the young men were just as in sync, if not more for last night's performance and this usually hard impressed reporter was truly blown away. There is no denying it, The Warblers are flawless.

William Gray - Pierre Arts and Entertainment News


Blaine's head fell back on the pillow, a long exhausted breath escaping his lips. After four days away from the tour followed by two shows in a row in different states, he was worn out. It was rare for them to stay in a hotel while they were on tour, the decked out bus being their home away from home. But since they were off the next two days and wouldn't be leaving until late Thursday night, they booked hotel rooms for everyone in Colorado. Although Blaine enjoyed the luxuries of a bed with the softest blankets and a shower that doesn't switch to cold anytime one of the guys decides to use the kitchen faucet, the silence surrounding him made him yearn for his bunk.

It was the lull of the road underneath him that helped Blaine fall asleep, and the whispers amongst the guys as they settled in for bed that comforted him. Now, despite his exhaustion, he lay wide awake in his hotel bed with no noise or random flickers of light to distract him. He gave up on trying to fall asleep and let his mind wander to the past two days, which had passed in a blur. He thought about how amazing it felt to be back on stage Monday, singing to the fans with all of his heart and then talking to Kurt until they both fell asleep.

He thought about this morning and how he found Wes sitting at the dining table with a coffee mug for him and a cautious expression. His momentarily forgotten worry about Sebastian came back tenfold. Wes had spoken with Hunter and although he assured Wes that he was fine, Wes could tell he was lying. Wes and Blaine could only guess that Hunter and Sebastian had finally spoken after years of no communication, and even Wes had to admit that he was worried about their friends. Blaine had tried calling Sebastian again but wasn't surprised when it went to voicemail. Sebastian was an expert at avoidance and Blaine feared the worst.

The rest of his Tuesday was filled with rehearsal, meeting fans, and texting Kurt every chance he had. Four days of being around Kurt had been exactly what he needed, but now he missed his love more than ever. He was desperate to hold him again, to kiss him, to touch him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his Kurt to be such a tease. He never imagined how difficult it would be to spend time with Kurt and not rip his clothes off. It didn't matter that Kurt's only "experience" before him was Santana. Kurt was an expert on playing the innocent part all the while sending Blaine the subtlest of smirks that made Blaine's entire being shiver with want. His soulmate was surprisingly comfortable in his own skin despite his inexperience, and Blaine couldn't wait for the week when they finally bonded. It was going to be one he would make certain Kurt could never forget.

The thought of Kurt and the way his eyes called out to him sprung Blaine's cock to life and he immediately reached down for his now throbbing erection. In his mind, it was Kurt's firm grasp around him, Kurt's lips on his neck, Kurt's own erection pressing against him. Blaine breathed slowly, pumping sensually as he reached for his phone with his free hand to look at the time. It was midnight which meant that it was two in the morning in Ohio and Kurt was sound asleep.

"Fuck," he muttered, his thumb teasing the head. He would give anything to hear Kurt's breathy moans right now.


Kurt should be sleeping. But instead, he was on his phone, headphones in his ears, watching the fan videos on YouTube from tonight's Warbler performance. He loved watching Blaine perform, always had, and after his excruciatingly long day, he needed to see the utter joy on Blaine's face.

His morning had started with him and Santana getting into a yelling match before school; a match that ended with Santana in tears and curled in his arms. He didn't need to promise her that he wouldn't say a word about why Quinn's reaction had hurt her so much. He knew that he couldn't tell Quinn how Santana felt just like he couldn't tell Santana how Quinn felt. But being the one in the middle of both truths was exhausting. By the time he made it home, he was annoyed at everything and everyone, and all he wanted was to crash in bed. But now that he was actually in bed, his mind wouldn't relax enough to let him fall asleep.

He went back and forth between thinking about how his two best friends were in love with each other and while it made perfect sense, it was also confusing and unexpected. When he wasn't thinking about the girls, he was worrying about Rachel and whether she was truly able to keep his secret. Or he thought about Dave Karofsky, who in one day, went from his arch nemesis to a scared boy desperate for a true friendship. Had Kurt ever thought he and Dave would come to some sort of truce? Not in a million years. But now things were different. Not only had Dave sent him a subtle but friendly smile in the hallway, but he stopped Azimio Adams from sending the usual slurs his way.

"Dude, shut the hell up," Dave had said with an exasperated eye roll. "Don't you ever get tired of being a dumbass prick?"

"Are you standing up for the homo queen now?" Azimio had bit back.

Dave let the words roll off his back and shook his head almost sympathetically. "You know, I forget that you're still just a kid," he said with a pat on Azimio's shoulder, his brown leather cuff on display. "It's time to grow up, dude."

Azimio had watched dumbstruck as his leader walked away without another word and Kurt stood by his locker with a shocked but proud smile. Maybe he and Dave could be friends after all, and their potential friendship led to him worrying about Jacob and his blog. He was still waiting on Blaine to tell him when he would be meeting the SSAA representative and he was more than ready for it. He was confident in the relationship he and Blaine were building and his initial fear of the SSAA was gone. But Dave wasn't as strong as him. Kurt knew that Dave would probably never come out in the halls of McKinley and he couldn't fault him for it. But Jacob knew the truth and he would use it to his own advantage if he could. Kurt was not going to let that happen.

He spent hours tossing and turning in bed as his mind jumped from one worry to the next until he finally decided to distract himself with The Warblers' video. The only problem was that now he missed Blaine more than ever and it made his heart ache with a desperate longing. Winter break and the end of The Warblers' USA part of the tour could not come soon enough. They would be together for almost two months and he couldn't wait to finally spend quality alone time with Blaine, alone time that he was already planning in his head. Kurt had noticed very quickly that Blaine enjoyed their cat and mouse games a lot more than he let on, and Kurt had every intention of using that to his advantage.

After a couple more videos, he exited his YouTube app and went into his personal videos. He watched a few of the ones he had taken on his birthday and some he had taken while Blaine was there, but avoided the one Santana had sent him. And not because he didn't enjoy the video, but because the thrill of anticipation he always got knowing it was there was enough to make his cock harden and his blood boil with desire. He waited until he could feel himself throbbing before finally playing the video. He would never tell Santana just how much he enjoyed watching himself and Blaine make-out, or how many times he'd gotten off to the video. She would never let him live it down but he would be forever grateful to her for being so perverted.

He bit his lip and turned the volume all the way up so that he could hear the quiet moans and murmurs they produced together. There was something so incredibly erotic about watching and listening to himself moan. He had to admit that he was more than willing to make an actual video of them. Although he knew that it was dangerous for celebrities to have these kinds of home movies, he also knew that he wanted one for himself. And after Blaine's admittance of how much he enjoyed Santana's recording, he was certain they would end up making one. He could practically hear Santana purr, Klaine sex video, wanky, in his ear and it made him smirk seductively.

"Wanky indeed," he muttered quietly as he moved from lying on his side to lying on his back. He closed his eyes and let the video play on repeat, his un-cuffed hand trailing down his shirtless torso teasingly while his other hand gripped his thigh. In his mind, it was Blaine's callused finger tips caressing him, Blaine's strong hold on his leg, and as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his leaking erection, it was Blaine's name that he whispered into the night.


Blaine groaned unashamedly, his head thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted as he stroked himself with fervor. He was nowhere near ready to release but that didn't stop his body's desperate attempt to, or its irrefutable need to be connected with his beloved. He let himself fall into the need. He allowed his soul to call out for Kurt even though they were hundreds of miles apart. He wondered if doing so would somehow send Kurt the message that he needed him. He wondered if maybe, Kurt would dream of them because of it. He smiled wickedly at the thought. Kurt, he moaned in his mind, you feel so good around me, baby. So good.

Kurt bit down on his comforter to muffle the sounds, his hand working furiously as he pumped, his mind reeling with all of his fantasies. First it was Blaine's hand around him, and then it was Blaine's mouth sucking him off all the while looking up at Kurt through his lashes with bashful eyes. Before he knew it, he was straddling Blaine and riding his cock as if his life depended on it. No matter what Kurt did, he couldn't get the image out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about Blaine fucking him from underneath and it made his insides shudder with such want that he all but screamed. The thought was too overwhelming to let go. It was almost too much to handle and Kurt wanted more, he needed more. Without a second thought, Kurt let himself go and reached over his bed to grab the box of items he received from Santana for his birthday. He didn't even blush when he grabbed a bottle of lube or the Assberry Raspberry. He was past the point of blushing right now.

Blaine licked his hand for the third time and wrapped it around his cock once more, pumping slowly for only a moment before picking up speed. Kurt baby, you're so tight for me. Fuck, you feel so good. His grip tightened and his hips gyrated into his hand, his eyes shut tight as the image of Kurt bouncing up and down on his cock infiltrated his mind. He reached out to touch what should be Kurt's chest and when he got nothing but air, he groaned in frustration.

"Ohlordjesus," Kurt muttered into his pillow. He was two fingers deep inside himself and it was the dirtiest he ever felt. It was raunchy and sexy and he was desperate for more.

Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't handle being by himself in his hotel room with all of his dirty thoughts and no release. He needed Kurt and he needed him now. He reached for his phone and fumbled through his recent calls until he called Kurt's number. He put the phone on speaker and set it next to his head on the pillow. Kurt was about to get a nasty wake-up call. Blaine smiled devilishly and stroked harder.

Kurt had just closed the bottle of lube after pouring a generous amount on the vibrator when he heard Blaine's voice sing out. He froze for a second before reaching for it. He cleared his throat and answered. "Blaine?"

"Kurt," Blaine moaned out in response.

Kurt felt his whole body flush. "Blaine? What are you..."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you baby," Blaine replied with a whine. "I'm sorry if I woke you but I missed you so much," he said with another moan.

Kurt groaned. "Blaine," he whispered lowly. "Are you touching yourself?" he asked as his hand traveled back down to his cock, the slicked up vibrator sitting on his chest.

Blaine nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, I am. Have been for a while now," he purred and Kurt released a breathy moan. "Are you touching yourself for me, love?"

Kurt gulped. "I...yes," he answered. "I couldn't sleep either and I was thinking of you and I was..."

"You what, my love? What were you doing?"

"Fingering myself," Kurt whispered.

Blaine inhaled sharply, his mind supplying the image of him opening Kurt up. "How many fingers?" he asked gruffly.

"Two," Kurt moaned out. "I...I was at two when I..."

Blaine licked his lips. "When you what, Kurt?" he asked with that forceful tone he knew drove Kurt wild. "Tell me."

Kurt slid his hand back and inserted his fingers inside again. "When I decided to use the vibrator," he answered in one quick breath.

"Kurt," Blaine drew out. "Are you doing it now? With the vibrator?"

"No, just my fingers," Kurt said in between moaning. "You called before I...god Blaine, this feels so good."

"Use it. Use the vibrator for me," Blaine instructed, holding back as long as he could. He listened intently as Kurt shuffled in his bed. He heard a strangled moan and he knew that Kurt had to have inserted it. "Kurt baby, you alright?"

"Mhm," Kurt answered with a shudder in his voice. "So good. You feel so good."
Blaine groaned out loud. "Do I now?"
"Yes."

"Turn it on baby," Blaine all but demanded and Kurt did as he was told. "Let it make you feel good. Imagine it's me deep inside you. Imagine me fucking you from behind, from on top. Imagine riding my cock."

That was all it took for Kurt to come undone. He ass was in the air, his face pressed against his pillow, and the phone firmly attached to his ear as he spilled over his sheets. The sound of Kurt losing his ability to breath sent Blaine over the edge and he came hard in his hand, Kurt's name on his lips. He heard Kurt groan and he assumed that Kurt had removed the vibrator. He smiled to himself, wiping his hand on the expensive sheets uncaringly before putting his arm behind his head and grabbing his phone, taking it off speaker.

"That was incredible," Blaine chuckled seductively.

Kurt laughed lightly and nodded, not even caring about the mess he made. "It was. I didn't expect to end my night like that."

"Neither did I, but it was perfect," Blaine said with a longing sigh. "Thanks for that," he teased.

"Anytime, anywhere, and anything for you gorgeous," Kurt flirted back. "I should go to sleep. You know, school in the morning and all."

"Of course," Blaine spoke softly. "Goodnight, Kurt. I love you."

"Goodnight, Blaine. I love you, too."


Santana strutted down the halls of McKinley Wednesday morning with her eyes and ears wide open. There was really no point in her being at school with it only being a half day, but the gossip online surrounding Kurt's identity was enough to make her attend. She needed to make sure none of the students were talking about the mysterious K or linking Kurt to Blaine. It wasn't like it was that hard to figure out and the students at McKinley had a knack for starting the most ridiculous rumors, especially Jacob. The last thing they needed was for him to start a rumor that was actually true. She turned the corner towards her class and zeroed in on Rachel, standing with her arms crossed and having an argument with Jacob. This couldn't be good.


"How dare you make such a horrendous accusation?!" Rachel screeched angrily. "Finn Hudson is my soulmate, not Jesse St. James!"
"My sources tell me you were cuddled up with him at an undisclosed location this weekend," Jacob said with his microphone in Rachel's face. "Is it true that it's because you prefer men with long, luxurious hair like mine?" He said with a hint of seduction and Rachel literally gagged. "What about Kurt Hummel? Is it true that his soulmate-"

Jacob was suddenly pinned against the lockers by Santana's firm grasp preventing him from finishing the question. "I'm pretty sure His Royal Highness made it perfectly clear that his soulmate is none of your damn business," she snarled.

"Why all the secrecy?" Jacob squeaked out. "What's Hummel hiding?"

Santana responded by snatching Jacob's camera and throwing it on the floor as hard as she could. Jacob yelled at her to stop but she acted as if she hadn't heard him. Instead she let the glare slip away and became deadly serious. Jacob gulped as she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. Rachel couldn't hear what Santana told him but by the look of dread on his face, she knew it had to be bad.

"Do we have an understanding?" Santana asked as she backed away from Jacob. The junior nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Good. Now go." Jacob ran off without a word, leaving his broken camera on the floor. Santana picked it up and put in her bag before turning to Rachel. "What did you say to him about Kurt?"

Rachel gasped at the accusatory tone. "Excuse you! I would never say anything!"

"Uh huh," Santana nodded, eyeing Rachel suspiciously. "Let's keep it that way, Yentl. I'm watching you." Rachel crossed her arms and huffed in aggravation while Santana glanced down the hallway. She was shocked to see that Quinn was following Brittany out of the building. Her heart dropped at the thought of them talking, without her or Kurt there to intervene, but she couldn't think about it right now. She looked back at Rachel, who was glaring at her, and rolled her eyes uncaringly. "We're meeting up at Kurt's after school and you need to be there. There are things we need to discuss."

Rachel breathed in annoyance. "Fine," she said with a nod.

"Fine," Santana mocked and walked off in search of Kurt.


"What exactly is this about?" Quinn asked dryly as she and Brittany came around the corner of the supply shed. "I have things to do."

"Why do you hate me?" Brittany asked so quietly that Quinn barely heard. Quinn turned to look at her with narrowed eyes. "I thought that once Tana and I were friends again, you and I would be friends too. But you seem to hate me more now than ever, and I want to know why."

Quinn looked away and took a deep breath. "I don't hate you, ok? I'm just not particularly fond of you playing with Tana's emotions."

"I'm not playing with her emotions," Brittany replied defensively. "She knows I belong to Sam. She's not trying to take me away from him and I'm not treating her the way I used to. I'm not being affectionate with her. I'm just trying to be her friend." Quinn crossed her arms but said nothing. "What's this really about, Quinn?" Again, Quinn stayed completely quiet. Brittany stared at her for a moment, trying to put the pieces together, and then gasped. "Oh my god."
"What?" Quinn snapped.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Brittany asked with wide eyes and Quinn visibly paled. "I always felt like maybe you were into her but you're totally in love with her. That's why you hate me. You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," Quinn deadpanned.

"You are," Brittany said confidently with a nod. "All these years of never knowing why we never really clicked, it was because you were jealous of me," Quinn turned a cold glare on her and Brittany smiled sympathetically. "Gosh, Q. I never knew you felt that way. I'm sorry if my being friends with her again has caused you any heartache," she said with such sincerity that Quinn had no choice but to let go of her anger.

Quinn looked away from Brittany and leaned against the shed, her eyes to the ground. "You don't need to apologize, Britt. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who can't keep her emotions in check."

Brittany walked over to her and leaned on the shed next to her. "So, I'm right? You are in love with her?" she asked with a hopeful tone.

Quinn looked up and met her optimistic gaze. "I...yes, I'm in love with her," she admitted just above a whisper and Brittany clapped with delight. "But she doesn't know and I don't want her to."

"Why not?" Brittany asked crestfallen.

"Because her birthday is just around the corner, Britt," Quinn replied with exasperation. "How could I possibly tell her how I feel when she's about to find out who her soulmate is? No, I can't do that. I won't do that." Brittany smiled sadly and nodded. "And you can't tell her. Promise me," Quinn held out her pinky and Brittany took it without hesitation and pecked her lips. Quinn sighed with relief. "Thank you."

"Of course," Brittany nodded. "So, are we ok now?"

Quinn smiled softly and pulled Brittany into a hug. "Yeah, we're ok."


Kurt sat on his bed that afternoon with Quinn on one side, Rachel on the other, and Santana sitting in front of him. He scrolled through the Klaine tag on Tumblr while Santana scrolled through the Seblaine tag on her phone, and Quinn and Rachel went through all of his twitter mentions and the Klaine hashtag on Twitter on their phones. Ever since the gossip article that called Kurt out for his response against the Seblaine fans, the social media world had exploded. While he was touched by the people who defended him and his relationship to Blaine, he was also worried about the people who were dead set on finding out who he was. He enjoyed talking to all of Blaine's fans but he needed to take a step back. He hoped the shit storm he caused would blow over, but as he scrolled through the tag, he wasn't so sure.

With an aggravated sigh, he closed his laptop and pushed it away. "This is so not good," he muttered into his hands. "These fans are fucking crazy!"

"You would know considering you were one of them," Santana quipped.

Kurt glared at her and turned to Rachel. "Is it just as bad on Twitter as it is on Tumblr?"

Rachel made a face and glanced at Quinn. "More or less."

"Fuck," Kurt groaned.

"What are you going to do now?" Rachel wondered. "You can't let this go."

"Berry's right," Santana said seriously. "The bullshit these people are talking is-"

"Is just that, bullshit," Kurt cut her off. "I can't say anything. I can't defend myself or make any kind of statement because all it's going to do is add fuel to the fire."

"So, what now?" Quinn asked.

Kurt sighed with a shrug. "I think it's time I tell the rest of the New Directions. Blaine and I will be lucky if my identity stays secret until Christmas break and I'm going to need all the help I can get."

"Let's have a sleepover this weekend," Rachel suggested entirely too enthusiastically. "We'll invite everyone here and that way you can tell them all at once."

Kurt made a face, one that said that a group sleepover was the last thing he wanted, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess that'd probably be best."

"What about JBI's blog?" Santana questioned. "He knows you're hiding something big. He's a fucking rat and you're holding high quality cheese over his nose. He won't rest until he figures shit out."

"I'm waiting for Blaine to call me," Kurt told them and slumped his shoulders. "He said he'll have the SSAA info for me today."

"Aren't you worried about what they'll say?" Rachel asked with concern. "I mean, these people can be really scary. I met one once when my aunt lost her husband, we were visiting her when the agent showed up at her house, and he was really creepy."

"Yeah, cause that's what he wants to hear," Santana retorted with an eye roll as she pulled out her phone. She glanced at Quinn for only a second before going into her messages.

Kurt chose to ignore Santana's comment. "Honestly Rach, I could care less. JBI's blog has to be taken down for more reasons than just me and Blaine, and if talking to these people is the way to do it, I'm on board."

Rachel half-shrugged. "I suppose so."

"Hey guys," Finn's voice came from the doorway. "Mom's about to order some pizza for lunch and she wants to know if you're staying," he said to the girls.

Quinn and Santana nodded and Rachel jumped off the bed. "Oh! I have to make sure she gets the proper vegan pizza!" she said and ran downstairs with Finn close behind.

"I don't know how you're going to deal with her for the rest your life," Santana said shaking her head.

Kurt raised a brow. "You mean, how we're going to deal with her," he said with a smug grin. "You're crazy if you think for a second that you won't be around when they have their third child that's destined for Broadway."

Santana groaned and laid flat on her back at the end of Kurt's bed. "Damn it," she grumbled and Kurt laughed.

Quinn kept her eyes on her phone in her hand, pretending to read through Twitter though really, her gaze was subtly traveling up Santana's long legs. She bit her lip and forced herself to look away. Santana was going to catch her staring one of these days if she didn't get ahold of herself. Blaine's voice rang out and both girls turned to Kurt.

"Finally," he breathed before answering. "Hey baby," he greeted as he stood up from his bed. "Please tell me you have some good news."

"As a matter of fact, I do," Blaine replied and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.

While Kurt got the information he needed from Blaine, Santana decided to bite the bullet and text Quinn.

From: Santana
Are we still fighting?

Quinn read the message and gave Santana a curious look. Santana wasn't one to show vulnerability and it threw Quinn for a loop when she saw that Santana was avoiding eye contact with her. She stared at her screen for a moment longer before replying.

From: Quinn
Are you still being a bitch?

Santana read the text and rolled her eyes, though a smirk played at her lips.

From: Santana
I'm always a bitch. Don't act like you don't know that. And I know you and Britt talked so stop being mad at me already.

Quinn read the message and scoffed. She grabbed one of Kurt's pillows and threw it at Santana's face. "You're such a bitch. I fucking hate you so much sometimes."

Santana laughed and threw the pillow back. "As long as it's only sometimes, I'm good."

Quinn chuckled softly and shook her head. They caught each other's gaze and neither could deny the sparks that flew between them. In Quinn's mind, she crawled over to Santana and straddled her before claiming her lips in a searing kiss. In Santana's, she gave into Quinn's need for dominance willingly. Without thinking, Santana bent one leg and her Cheerios skirt slipped up just enough to tease. Santana was unknowingly challenging Quinn, begging her to take a step, and Quinn almost did, until Rachel's voice broke the spell.

"The pizza will be here soon," she said as she walked back into the room.

Santana quickly sat up and crossed her legs underneath her, suddenly very aware of what just happened and her body's reaction to Quinn's intense eyes. Quinn turned away entirely, closing her eyes and counting to ten in her head to calm her racing heart.

"Is he talking to Blaine?" Rachel asked, taking a seat on the bed again, completely oblivious to Santana's and Quinn's current predicament.

"Yeah," Quinn answered with a slight quiver to her voice. She cleared her throat and looked at Rachel. "He just called."

"Saturday at 12:30 at the Lima Bean, got it," the girls overheard Kurt say. "I am so ready for this meeting."

"I know you are, love. I am too," Blaine replied gently. "While I have you on the phone, can we discuss last night?"

Kurt's face turned a deep shade of red and the blush traveled all the way down his neck. "I would but um, the girls are over right now."

"Klaine sex, wanky," Santana said loud enough for Blaine to hear. "Don't mind us boys, by all means, have at it."

"Santana, leave them alone," Rachel scolded. "If they want privacy, all Kurt has to do is say so and we'll get out of the way," she smirked.

"Yeah, I don't mind hanging out downstairs while Kurt here gets his rocks off," Quinn teased. The three girls fell into a fit of giggles and Kurt glared at them.

"Oh right, I forgot you had a half day at school today and that they were coming over. I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have brought it up," Blaine said though Kurt could tell that he really wasn't all that sorry.

"It's fine," Kurt assured him, turning away from his friends and lowering his voice. "We can talk about it later."

"What are you whispering over there for?" Santana shouted.

"I'll let you go but we're definitely discussing this later," Blaine purred and Kurt bit his lip to stop the small moan that wanted to escape. "A very thorough discussion."

"I'll be ready," Kurt tried to whisper but Santana heard anyway.

"Ready for what? I wanna know!"

Blaine chuckled seductively. "Love you."

"Love you too. Bye." Kurt ended the call and turned to his giggling friends. "I hate you all."

"Oh Blaine," Santana moaned, putting Kurt's pillow in-between her legs and humping it. Quinn started laughing uncontrollably while Rachel squealed and hid her face in her hands. Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head, not even bothering to yell at Santana for desecrating his pillow. He would switch it out later.


Blaine woke up early Thanksgiving morning with a start. He was in the midst of a beautiful dream where he and Kurt were cuddling in front of a fireplace in a remote cabin up in the mountains when David and Jeff ran into his room and jumped on his bed like kids on Christmas morning.

"What in the hell," he muttered as he opened his eyes.

"B, you gotta wake up!" David shouted, grabbing Blaine by the shoulders and shaking him. "It's Thanksgiving!"

"Yeah, and?" Blaine quipped in tired irritation. Kurt hadn't called him back until late last night and they stayed up until the early morning having very thorough discussions. Blaine smiled wickedly at the thought, momentarily forgetting that his friends were still jumping on his bed.

"And, you need to get up!" Jeff's voice rung out, bringing Blaine back to reality.

Blaine groaned and covered his face with his pillow. "Go away, I'm exhausted," he mumbled. "I'll eat hotel turkey later."

David and Jeff stopped jumping and glanced at each other. "Yo, does he not know?" David wondered.

"No, I guess he doesn't," Jeff replied with a surprised grin.

Blaine peaked out from underneath the pillow. "Know what?"

"Oh man, he is in for a massive surprise," David laughed as he and Jeff got off the bed.

"What surprise?" Blaine asked but the guys ignored him and walked out of his room. "Guys!" he yelled out. "Ugh! I hate when they do that," he grumbled as he sat up. He rubbed the back of his neck and stretched his limbs before standing up and shuffling out of the room with a yawn. He walked into the living room area that conjoined the bedrooms of all the guys and his jaw dropped. "What in the world?" he wondered as he took in the sight. The guys were taking what looked like homemade food out of several packages and placing them on kitchen carts. "What is all this?"

"This, my dear friend, is a special Thanksgiving feast courtesy of your wonderful soulmate," David said as he pulled out a pumpkin pie.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked with a bemused laugh.

"Here, there's a letter for you," Nick said and handed him an envelope. "I'm going to start taking this down to the kitchen. Eric talked to the hotel manager and they're letting us use their stoves to warm everything up, as long as we don't get in the way of their own cooking."
Blaine took the letter from Nick and quickly ripped the envelope open.

Dear Blaine,

My original plan had been to take a flight and surprise you, but I realized that this would be my last Thanksgiving with just my family so I decided to stay. As much as I miss you, I know my father appreciated it. The thought of you guys eating hotel food did not sit right with me at all however, so I made you a Thanksgiving meal so that you could have a small slice of home. I hope everything made it intact and I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving.

Yours Forever and Always,
Kurt

Blaine brought the letter down and looked at all the food. It must've taken Kurt hours to prepare it all which explained why they hadn't talked much yesterday. His soulmate was entirely too perfect.


Blaine's smooth vocals broke through Kurt's dream, a dream Kurt couldn't wait to try out once they were alone. He reached for his phone with a smile. "Mornin," he mumbled sleepily.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed. "I cannot believe you did this. That's a lot of food, love. How did you manage to cook all of that in one day?"

Kurt chuckled softly at the wonderment in Blaine's voice. "My mom was a baker. She wanted her own bakery but since she was always so sick, she wouldn't have been able to run the place. So my dad turned the apartment above the garage into a bakery for her. I spent a lot of my childhood going back and forth between baking and fixing a car. It's been a while since it had been used but I figured it was the best way to get everything done. That and I may or may not have conned the girls into helping me, and then I may or may not have blackmailed Finn into driving me to a 24 hour UPS store so that I could ship it all overnight."

"You are amazing," Blaine said adoringly. "Truly amazing and I am so incredibly lucky to have you."

Kurt smiled with pride. "Thank you, I'm lucky to have you too," he yawned and glanced at the time. "Alright, I need to get up and start prepping dinner with Carole. I've already slept in too long. I'll call you later. Happy Thanksgiving, Blaine."

"Happy Thanksgiving, love"

Kurt ended the call and turned his head, allowing his eyes to close for a few more minutes. He was seconds away from falling back asleep when his phone vibrated. He picked it up and smiled at the tweets from Blaine.

WarblerBlaine: "I am the luckiest man in the world. Thank you @HisLuckyCharm for preparing and sending this amazing meal away from home. [Picture]"

Kurt clicked on the Instagram link to see the picture of all the guys surrounded by trays of his food, all of them still wearing their pajamas.

WarblerBlaine: "Happiest of Thanksgiving everyone. Especially you my love. It'll be our last one apart. @HisLuckyCharm xo"


"This has seriously been the best Thanksgiving away from home ever," Jeff sighed happily. They were sprawled out in the living room, rubbing their stomachs from overstuffing themselves. They stayed in their pajamas all day and did nothing but eat and hang out, and it had been one of the most relaxing days of the tour. "I don't think I can make it to the bus. Tony's going to have to carry me."

Nick chuckled and shook his head, his fingers stroking Jeff's hair. "If he's not in a food coma, you mean. The crew tore up on Kurt's food."

"Boy please," David scoffed, his legs draped over the couch while he laid upside down. "We tore up on Kurt's food. Homeboy can cook."

"Yeah he can," Wes nodded with his head resting back on the chair and his eyes closed. "Next year, we're going to be home and Kurt is so in charge of cooking."

Blaine laughed as the guys all agreed. "I'll let him know you enjoyed his food," he glanced over at Eric who seemed to be half asleep on one of the chairs. "When are we leaving, E?"

"Time is it?" Eric mumbled.

Blaine pulled out his phone. "It's just after 6."

"Good, cause I'm not moving anytime soon," Eric replied and let his body mold into the chair. "We leave at 10."

"Thank god," Jeff said in relief. "I can't move even if I wanted."

David pointed at him and then let his arm fall beside his head. "Word."

Blaine's phone vibrated in his hands and he didn't bother to look at the screen before answering, assuming it was Kurt. "Hey there, sexy."

"Well hello to you too, killer."

Blaine's head shot up at the sound of Sebastian's voice. "Seb?"

"Yes," Sebastian drew out, amusement evident in his voice. "Are you busy? Do I need to call you back?"

"No, no. I can talk," Blaine replied and quickly stood up. "I'll be back," he told the guys.

"Happy Turkey Day Sebalicious!" Jeff shouted as Blaine walked off.

Sebastian snorted a laugh. "Tell Sterling to go suck a turkey cock bone."

"He said right back at ya," Blaine called out before entering his room and closing the door. "Hey man, what's up? What's going on?"

"Not much, just ya know, relishing in the fact that you called me sexy," Sebastian teased.

Blaine rolled his eyes and took a seat on his bed. "I thought it was Kurt calling. I didn't look at the caller ID when the phone rang."

"Uh huh, sure," Sebastian said with a laugh. "How's your Thanksgiving? I saw that Kurt sent you a big ass meal."

"Yeah, he did. It was really wonderful of him," Blaine spoke softly. "Thanksgiving's been fine. But how are you? We haven't talked in a while. I've been worried about you."

Sebastian let out a long breath. He knew that was coming. "I know B, I'm sorry. I've had a lot on my plate the last few days."

"Is everything alright?" Blaine asked cautiously. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Blaine, relax," Sebastian chuckled lightly. "I'm fine, I promise. I'm sorry I haven't been answering your calls. I've just been busy with this script. You know me, I pour my everything into my roles."

"I know that, Sebastian. But you know me too. You know you can't ignore my calls like that and expect me not to worry," Blaine said with a hint of anger.

"I know and really, I'm sorry," Sebastian said with sincerity. "This role is just really important. It challenges me like none of my other roles have and I want to make sure I'll do it right."

"You will," Blaine assured him. "You're a phenomenal actor, don't question yourself."

Sebastian sighed. "I'm not trying to, honestly. I just don't want to screw this up."

"You won't," Blaine said with certainty.

Sebastian smiled to himself. He may not be telling Blaine the exact truth about why he had avoided his calls, but he really was stressing about the importance of his new role. This character was one he would be for years. The author of the book series and the creators of the movie had decided to make each book into a two part movie, simply because there was so much information and action in each book that it would be difficult to fit it all into one. That was six movies where Sebastian would portray Ryan. This was a role of a lifetime and he needed to make sure he kept up with his part.

"Thanks, B. You always know what to say," Sebastian said with a small sigh. "But anyway, the reason I'm calling is because I was looking at your European tour schedule and you guys are going to be in my neck of the woods the same week Kurt goes on Spring break. I would really like to see you and meet him before I fully disappear into this magical realm," he joked.

Blaine chuckled and tucked one leg underneath him. "That would be great. I'd love to see you and I'm sure Kurt would be stoked to meet you. Maybe you could come to one of the shows?"

"That's the plan. I just wanted to double check with you before I asked Kurt. I was thinking that one of the days where you're busy with the meet and greet and rehearsals I could take Kurt on set with me," Sebastian suggested. "You know, let him flail in person."

Blaine laughed. "He would love that. And by then we'll be public so he'll be able to take pictures and flail on Twitter."

"You're going public? When? I thought you were waiting until after he graduated?"

"We were, yes. But there's no way we're going to keep it quiet that long. The fans are getting restless and we don't want them to ruin our announcement," Blaine told him. "We're doing it during Christmas break."

"Good for you guys. Take control of the crazy train," Sebastian said with a chuckle. "But hey, I gotta go. I need to call Kurt and then finish packing. I'm heading out tonight and I'm still nowhere ready."

"Tonight? I thought you still had like four or five weeks left?" Blaine asked bemused.

"Technically, yes. But I want to find a place and settle in before we start shooting. I don't want to stay at a hotel the entire time I'm there," Sebastian said and Blaine could tell there was something more as to why he was going early.

Blaine decided not to question him though. He was just happy that Sebastian had finally called him back. "Alright then. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land?"

"Will do."


Kurt wasn't exactly sure what they were laughing at but he was holding onto his sides and tears were streaming down his cheeks from laughing so hard. Maybe it was because this was his last holiday with just his family but they all seemed to be in high spirits and had been laughing at nonsense for the past hour. Right now, Finn was doing some victory dance because he beat Burt at a video game and although the dance wasn't that funny, he and Carole were giggling hysterically while Burt sulked in his chair. Kurt blamed it on the wine his father allowed him to have for dinner, and the extra glass Carole gave him when Burt wasn't looking. He was definitely feeling a little buzzed and even though he missed Blaine terribly, he was truly enjoying the family time.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, expecting it to be Blaine. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was Sebastian who had been MIA lately. "Yo bro, what it do?" he answered in his best gangster voice.

"Kurt?"

"That be ma name, don't wear it out son," Kurt replied before falling into another fit of laughter.

"Who are you talking to?" Finn half shouted.

"Yo boyfren," Kurt replied, knowing that Finn would know exactly who he was talking about. "Wanna say hi?" Finn's eyes went wide and he shook his head frantically. He was just barely getting used to the idea of Blaine. He still couldn't get over the fact that Kurt talked to Sebastian Smythe of all people.

"You sound busy," Sebastian said with uncertainty. "Should I call back later?"

"No, no. I'm good," Kurt answered and stood up from his seat. "My parents let me have a couple glasses of wine and I'm a little on the tipsy side," he laughed.

Sebastian paused for a moment before replying. "I see."

"But I'm good, I swear. What's up? We haven't talked in ages!" Kurt said dramatically and walked towards the kitchen.

Sebastian chuckled lightly. "It's been like a week, Kurt."

"Totes irrelevant," Kurt scoffed. "So what's up? Are you calling just to say hi or did you need something?"

"I guess a little bit of both," Sebastian said with a smirk. "I actually have a question for you."

Kurt grabbed a cookie before Finn ate them all and took a bite. "Mhm?"

"I need to give security a list of names of people who are allowed to visit me on set and I wanted to know if you wanted to be on that list."

Kurt choked on his cookie and coughed, Sebastian laughing on the other end. "I'm sorry, what?"

"When you come to Europe to visit Blaine during Spring break," Sebastian clarified with a wide grin. He forgot how much he enjoyed talking to Kurt. "You two will be in my neck of the woods and I was thinking that I could give you a tour of the set. If you wanted, that is."

"Yes, yes! Oh my God, YES!" Kurt screamed eagerly and Sebastian laughed. "You're not messing with me, right? This isn't some cruel joke?"

"No, this isn't a joke," Sebastian answered with amusement. "Even though you'll be here, Blaine's going to be pretty busy so I figured I'd steal you for the day."

"Oh my God, Sebastian!" Kurt said as he jumped up and down with excitement. "I would absolutely love to come visit you on set! That would be so epic! Oh but wait," Kurt paused at the sudden worry, "I think Finn might be coming with me when I go to Europe. Our parents aren't too keen on my traveling alone. Would he be able to go on the set tour too?"

"Yeah sure," Sebastian shrugged and Kurt grinned from ear to ear. "We'll have to talk about what you two can and can't do while you're on set but he's more than welcomed to join."

Kurt squealed. "Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is going to be the absolute best!"

"No problem, Hummel," Sebastian smiled. "Go spend time with your family. I'll talk to you soon."

"Alright, bye," Kurt ended the call and screamed. "FINN! YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!"


Sebastian tossed his phone on the bed and looked around his messy room. There was clothes strewn everywhere in his attempt to pack and his suitcase was still nearly empty. His Thanksgiving was lackluster this year. Every other year, he had been able to join Blaine and Cooper for the holidays and although he knew he would've been welcomed in Cooper's home, he didn't want to intrude. So instead he went to a meeting in the morning, had a Thanksgiving brunch with Megan and a few other members of his AA group, and then came home to pack. His problem now was that he had no idea what he wanted to take.

With his hands on his hips, he stood in his room and contemplated his clothing choices before deciding not to take any of it. He cleaned his room and packed away only the necessities for the next two weeks. He would buy new clothes in London when he got there. Once his luggage was packed, he took a seat on his bed and grabbed his phone. He had gone back and forth all day on whether or not he should call Hunter. Even after their phone call, Sebastian had been able to push his emotions aside and for the most part, he was numb to it all. But if he was feeling numb, it meant that Hunter was feeling pain. And while the vindictive side of him enjoyed the fact that Hunter was finally hurting, he couldn't help but feel like it was his fault.

Sebastian took a deep breath and went to his messages. He couldn't talk to Hunter right now. He couldn't handle hearing the pain in Hunter's voice, not when he was finally able to truly put aside his own pain. But he couldn't ignore Hunter all together either. He didn't have the heart to be that cruel.

From: Sebastian
Hunter, I just wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. I'm leaving for London tonight. I'll text you when I can.

Sebastian didn't need to wait long for a reply.

From: Hunter
Happy Thanksgiving Sebastian. I'll be here.

Sebastian smiled softly to himself. Their blowout seemed to finally open up the lines of communication between them and although they were far from being okay, it was a step in the right direction.


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