Take All Of Me

Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Side characters: Cooper Anderson,Quinn Fabray, Sam Evans, Brianna Taylor, Dr. Warren, Dr. Marley Rose, Eva, Yvonne & Jackson Anderson (Blaine's parents), Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Thad, mentions of Nick Duval, mentions of Jeff Sterling
Pairings: Klaine
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: M
Summary: 28-year old Blaine Anderson, a former, traumatized US army soldier, is recovering from physical and mental trauma at Burke Rehabilitation Hospital where he meets Kurt Hummel, his angel in human form.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters! I also apologize for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue. Also, there are two minor character deaths in this story. It's not Klaine, I promise, but I wanted to warn you nonetheless.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (or whatever you celebrate, or don't, in that case, I hope you just had wonderful days). :)

Without further ado, enjoy chapter 6.

Chapter 6 – "Lead To Where Your Secrets Are."

"I don't even know where to start." Blaine worried his lip in between his teeth and stared up at Kurt with big eyes, shrugging in the process, while tears gathered in his eyes. "There's so much to tell."

"Why don't you tell me where you grew up?" Kurt answered softly and placed his hand over Blaine's, instantly calming down the ex-soldier, who slumped back in the mattress.

"I grew up in Ohio. Near Columbus." Blaine decided to ignore Kurt's gasp and ask about him later, when his thoughts wouldn't be all over the place. "My parents are proud people. They are also rich, like… filthy rich. I'm not even sure if half of what they are doing is legal."

Blaine sighed defeatedly and he caught Kurt's gaze. He was taken aback by the way the colours of Kurt's eyes were swirling in the light above Blaine's bed.

"Are they… still around?" Kurt asked carefully, like he was afraid of the answer.

"Yes and no… But that's a story for later. Let me tell you things in chronological order. That way my thoughts won't go all over the place."

Kurt nodded and tightened his grip on Blaine's hand, signalling him to go on.

"Like I said, I grew up in the suburbs of Columbus. I loved it there. I had my friends and family close and although my parents were distant, they could be loving too. They would take my brother and I to sport events and carnivals during the weekends. We wouldn't see them a lot Monday through Friday, they were always working. I would develop friendships with the staff in our home. It seemed normal for me to have staff wandering around the house, until I went to school and learned it wasn't. People teased me for it. My brother was 5 years older, so he wasn't around to stick up for me, like I knew he would have done."

Closing his eyes, Blaine felt his cheeks wetten by the tears now escaping his eyes. He didn't dare staring into Kurt's eyes, knowing he would get caught into them. He probably wouldn't be able to finish his story.

"I managed to go through middle school without any big incidents. My parents decided to enroll me into Dalton Academy for high school. They had enough money. The tuition was… high. But I guess it didn't matter…" Blaine trailed off, staring off into the distance, trying to collect his thoughts.

"I made the best of friends over at Dalton. They were the ones who would join me at the army aswell, but I'm getting ahead of myself…" He stopped talking as soon as he felt Kurt's hand squeeze his upper leg, his leg that wasn't broken. Swallowing, Blaine looked up, staring at Kurt with big eyes.

"Oh…" Kurt looked like he was getting caught doing something bad. "I'm so sorry."

"No, um…" Blaine swallowed again, his heart was beating way too fast, it couldn't be healthy. "It's fine… I um… like it?"

Kurt's eyes started sparkling and Blaine's heart would be jumping out of his chest soon if he wouldn't stop.

Blaine cleared his throat and shook his head to get rid of the thoughts now swirling inside his head. He couldn't think about Kurt that way. He would never like the ex-soldier like that. Kurt just wanted to be a friend to Blaine. He needed to get over it.

"Um… Where was I? Okay, errr… I made friends at Dalton my freshman year. Wes, David, Thad, Nick and Jeff. The six of us were inseperable. All the teachers knew they could always find us together. If one of us would get into trouble, we would all help the person out during detention."

"They sound wonderful, Blaine," Kurt interrupted in a small voice, staring at Blaine innocently.

"They are…" Blaine looked away, a million miles away.

"I'm sorry… Go on."

"Don't apologize. You can always interrupt," Blaine flirted and winked. God, he really needed to quit that.

"Anyways… At one point during freshman year, the feeling I was different intensified. I was feeling like that ever since I was 12 or 13, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. I turned out to be gay…"

Blaine couldn't ignore the gasp Kurt let out now.

"You're gay?"

Blaine chuckled and cocked his head to the side, eyeing Kurt. "Why do you sound so surprised? I… Didn't you notice my flirting through text?" It was now on the table, Blaine couldn't deny it any longer.

"You… were flirting?" Kurt gasped and moved closer to Blaine, while tightening his grip on Blaine's leg, squeezing it gently.

"Okay, I know I'm out of practice because of me being in the army for the last 10 years, but seriously. I added a winky face!" Blaine laughed, eyes on Kurt the whole time, making sure to Kurt he was serious about it all.

He couldn't stop himself from giving himself to Kurt. Even though his head would say differently, his heart was acting on its own.

"I wasn't sure after… our moment after the duet we sang together?" Kurt's voice sounded full of doubt, which made Blaine's heart drop.

"No… please don't think I don't like you… I do. So much… But what can I offer you?"

Kurt frowned. "What do you mean, Blaine?"

"I… have nothing to offer you. I have no job, no place to live as of a few days ago, I miss half a leg and I'm having flashbacks to the worst evening of my life every single night. I… you deserve someone better, Kurt."

"Isn't that for me to decide, Blaine?" Kurt then asked, putting some distance in between them. "I'm a grown man. I can make decisions on my own."

"Ofcourse, Kurt… that's not what I mean… I…" Blaine trailed off, not knowing how to apologize in words.

"I know you're hurting. I don't know the whole truth, Blaine. I get it, you've lost something important to you. I know loss."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine squeaked out, suddenly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to…"

"I get it, Blaine. I truly do, but please, don't shut me out. I like you aswell and I'm not afraid of your disability, mentally or physically."

Blaine choked out a sob as he felt his stump shake underneath the blanket. Desperate to make it stop, he pressed his hand down, putting pressure on it, while staring at Kurt with wet eyes and a fast beating heart.

"Blaine, let me help you…" Kurt spoke softly and put one hand over Blaine's, removing it from the shaky stump. Kurt then ran his hand up and down, instantly calming down the twitching stump. "It's okay, Blaine. I'm here."

With a sigh, Blaine closed his eyes and leaned into Kurt's hand, which had found its way on the curly-haired man's cheek. It felt wonderful.

"I… you're amazing," Blaine breathed out.

"You're wonderful aswell, Blaine. I don't lie, ever, so trust me when I compliment you."

"Okay," Blaine sighed, eyes still closed and his nose nuzzled into the soft skin of Kurt's hand. He couldn't do much else than to believe and trust Kurt. It felt like his heart already belonged to the beautiful Broadway performer in front of him.

"Thank you, Blaine… Would you like to tell me more about yourself? It's okay if you're tired…"

"No, no, no… I'm okay. But let me do something first…" Blaine mumbled, suddenly shy. "Can you… come up here?"

Blaine couldn't miss the sparkle in Kurt's eye as he stood up from the chair, one hand still clasped on Blaine's stump.

"I'm here, now what?" Kurt said teasingly, which made Blaine growl, wrap one hand behind Kurt's head and pull him closer.

"Now I'm gonna kiss you…" Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips and pushed closer.

It was such a cliché, but Blaine felt like fireworks were bursting around them, colouring the sky and making them press even closer together. Kurt was wrapped over the side of the bed in an awkward position and Blaine was sitting up, trying desperately to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in his neck, back and legs.

The physical pain won in the end, so he pulled back with a loud gasp.

"I…" Blaine started, but then shook his head. He was feeling so much, he couldn't put it into exact words, so he searched for Kurt's hand resting on the blanket and squeezed it, flashing a tiny, but sure smile into Kurt's direction.

"I've wanted to do that ever since we sang "If I Could Tell Her" last week," Kurt said, ducking his head down and stared back at Blaine, shyly.

"I knew there was a moment… But I was too much of a coward to act on it."

"You are not a coward, Blaine," Kurt answered softly, while sitting back down on the chair. "You've been in the army for the last 10 years. You've done so much for our country. You're so selfless and that's one of the things I admire about you. I could never be as selfless as you, ever."

"You're spending time to sing for people who are having a difficult time. I would hardly call you selfish, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head again, finding Blaine's hand again and squeezed it affectionately. "Thank you, but you're the definition of selfless. You're here, with part of your body missing, just so you could help other people."

Blaine stared at his stump, covered by the blanket and nodded. "I guess you're right. I always knew there was a risk of hurting or even dying… But it never stopped me from pursuing this career."

"See? You're amazing and selfless." Kurt nuzzled his nose into Blaine's hand and kissed the skin, making Blaine shiver.

"You're my angel on earth," Blaine breathed out.

Kurt barked out a laugh and stared at Blaine in disbelief. "I'm sorry?"

"It's true… The first time you came here, I thought you were an angel. But you're extremely real, so I've decided you are my angel in human form," Blaine said with wonder present in his voice.

"I don't think I'm an angel, Blaine."

"You're wrong. You're beautiful, Kurt."

"Okay," Kurt mumbled and pressed another kiss onto Blaine's hand, looking a bit shy.

"I want to tell you the rest of my story… But I've already forgotten where I've left off…"

"You discovered you were gay freshman year of high school?"

"Yeah… I've told my friends first. I knew my parents would… disagree, so I've waited for a while longer, until I've had a pretty deep conversation with my brother, who was already in L.A. at the time. He made me see I shouldn't hide who I am just because my parents are ignorant bastards, pardon my language." Blaine couldn't help but to feel proud when he made Kurt snicker. He loved the sound and he made a mental note to make Kurt laugh more often.

"I told them and it was… interesting. They stopped being loving parents as soon as I reached my teenage years. It was such a sudden switch, so I was sure they wouldn't agree with my sexuality." The ex-soldier tightened his grip on Kurt's hand, making the man opposite of him squirm in his chair. "So sorry…" Blaine mumbled and dropped Kurt's hand like he had burned himself.

"It's fine… I keep forgetting that you're a strong army man and I'm not as fit as you…"

"You look fine to me," Blaine said as he winked and wrapped his fingers through Kurt's. "I'm in love with the shape of you."

The melodic laugh that Kurt let out next made Blaine's heart jump inside his chest. "You're quoting Ed Sheeran?"

"I love his music, don't mock me."

Kurt giggled. "I won't…"

"Anyways…" Blaine sighed defeatedly. "They reacted the way I was gonna expect them to react. My father started yelling to me and my mother asked me if I was sure, if I couldn't turn it off…" Blaine shuddered as he thought back at that particular moment.

"That's horrible," Kurt bit out.

"Yeah, well… Those are my parents. Okay… so, I was already enrolled at Dalton. Dalton is a boarding school, but there are also regular students who live at home within a decent distance of the school. Which was the case for me, it only was a 15 minute drive each morning and afternoon. But my parents started to pay for me to go board there. I knew it was because they wouldn't want to live together with their gay son."

Kurt huffed as he started stroking Blaine's bare lower arm, giving the ex-soldier goose bumps in the process. He remained silent, though, so Blaine continued his story.

"Those were the best years of my life. My friends were all boarding aswell and we became even better friends than we already were, if that was even possible. When we reached our senior year, we all knew what we wanted to do with our lives. We all joined the army a few days after graduation."

"Why did you decide to join the army?"

Blaine widened his eyes at Kurt, surprised at the question. No one had ever asked him that before. His parents just assumed he joined the army to show them he was still a man, even though he fell in love with the wrong people, according to his parents.

"No one ever asked me that…"

Now Kurt looked surprised by that comment, furrowing his eyebrows together. "I don't get it, Blaine. If you join the army, isn't the first thing you hear 'why?'?"

Blaine smiled a sad smile and shrugged. "No, I didn't. My brother supported me all the way, I think he got my reason why without even asking. My parents were too busy hating me even more for my decision. So they never asked either."

"Now I'm asking… Why?" Kurt placed a soft hand on Blaine's arm. It erupted butterflies inside Blaine's stomach. It felt so weird. It had been a long time since Blaine had felt anything for a man like that. It was exhilarating.

"I read a book when I was 15," Blaine said simply. "From a veteran. He wrote his story so beautifully. I got him, I got the feeling of giving yourself up to help others. It sounded… like a dream to me."

"And was it your dream?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand…"

"You've been in the army for 10 years. Was it everything you wished for in the end?"

Blaine's gaze fell upon his lap, where his hands were intertwined and Kurt's hand was placed on his hip, stroking a patch of unclothed skin.

"You don't have to answer me, Blaine, I'm sorry for snooping."

"No, it's a great question. But I'm afraid I don't know the answer. Can I think about it?"

"Ofcourse, silly man. Think about it as long as you need to."

"Who are you calling a silly man?" Blaine joked back, sticking out his tongue. He saw Kurt's eyes follow the movement, darkened eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I have a better idea…" Blaine mumbled and gently moved Kurt's hand away from his leg. He placed his arms next to him and pushed up, scootching over and patting on the bed. "Will you join me here?"

Kurt nodded carefully, his adam's apple bobbing after a particular heavy swallow. "Sure."

Smiling wide, Blaine opened the blanket to invite Kurt in. Kurt removed his shoes and placed them neatly underneath the chair, then joined Blaine on the bed, giggling.

"This is weird…" Kurt confessed as they sat side-to-side, shoulders touching, staring to the wall opposite of him.

"In a bad way?" Blaine asked, worry present in his voice, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"Never…" Kurt whispered and turned his body towards Blaine, leaning his head on his hand.

"I'm glad…" Blaine answered quietly, turning his neck in an awkward angle so he could stare back at Kurt. "Kurt…" He swallowed. "I can't turn on my side."

"Blaine?" Kurt asked worriedly. "Why would you wanna turn on your side?"

"Because I want to cuddle you like a normal person!" Blaine bit out, instantly regretting the snapping when he saw Kurt pull back surprisedly. "I'm sorry… And now I'm yelling…"

"Blaine, please… Look at me." Kurt placed his finger underneath Blaine's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Sure, you can't cuddle like other people. There are no normal people. Because that would mean you are abnormal. And you're not. You're still Blaine Anderson, only you miss part of your leg. But so what? There are many people around with the same disabilities who are just fine. They cuddle in a different way… We can find out a way to cuddle differently, Blaine, if that is what you want."

Blaine's eyes were full of hurt as he huffed out a breath. "I want nothing else than to cuddle you."

"Then, let's cuddle…" Kurt whispered as he moved Blaine's arm around his shoulders and he gently put his head on Blaine's chest, while wrapping one leg over Blaine's torso, tucking his foot underneath Blaine's back at the other side of his body. "Is this okay?"

"More than okay," Blaine replied, feeling breathless at the way Kurt was pressing into him. It felt amazing and it had been such a long time he had cuddled with a man he was attracted to. Sure, he hugged his friends, he hugged his brother, but there was nothing quite like snuggling someone amazing, like Kurt.

"Hmm, you smell good," Kurt mumbled into his chest, nose nuzzling into Blaine's shirt.

Blaine smiled and played with a strand of Kurt's hair, twirling it around his finger and putting it back in place again. He loved the feeling of Kurt's soft hair between his fingers.

"You're lucky I like you." Kurt huffed out a laugh. "Normally I wouldn't let people touch my hair like that."

"Oh…" Blaine worried his lip in between his teeth. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare, Blaine Anderson. Is nice…" Kurt mumbled and closed his eyes. "Hmm, keep me awake, though, I need to perform in the common room in half an hour."

"I totally forgot you had to perform. You're just really comfortable, you cloud my memory."

Kurt's laugh vibrated on Blaine's chest and it made Blaine groan softly under his breath. It was the most action he had gotten in a long time.

When he had been on duty at the army, he wouldn't get laid, ever. There were no other gay guys in his squad that he was aware of and it was strictly forbidden to engage in any sexual contact with your army buddies. The only time he could relieve some stress in form of sexual activity was during his visits in L.A.

He would visit a gay bar, sip on a cocktail at the bar and within minutes, he had a desirable man hanging around him, also there for sexual relief. They would leave the bar, tipsy off their cocktails and they would stumble towards Cooper's apartment.

Cooper knew Blaine brought home one or two guys each visit. He knew his little brother needed to do this in order to do his work in the army without any distractions.

A few good fucks each few months was the furthest Blaine had gotten the last 10 years. It hadn't bothered him, since he loved being a soldier. He loved being around his friends, he loved fighting for his country. It made him proud and happy.

If that meant pushing his love life away, so be it.

But Blaine wasn't at the army any longer. He would never return. It had gotten pretty lonely over the years, only fucking for the purpose of sexual relief. The last time he did have sex because he truly liked someone, was in high school, with his ex-boyfriend at Dalton Academy.

Which was probably why he reacted on Kurt so strongly. He needed someone to cherish. Someone to be around for a longer period of time than only a few hours in bed.

It was painfully and scarily obvious how much he needed Kurt.


He woke up some time later, slightly confused, since he had not even remembered falling asleep or even being tired when having Kurt wrapped in his arms.

Speaking of Kurt…

Blaine sat up straight as much as he could, pushing the head of his bed up with the remote control. He must have sneaked out of bed when Blaine was sleeping to do his performance over in the common room.

He panicked and searched around for any sign that Kurt had left him. He didn't want to say goodbye just yet, even though they could easily talk through text or over the phone. It just wasn't the same as feeling Kurt's warm pressure against him, it wasn't the same as Kurt's hushed words in his ear, the air pushed out between his lips tickling the sensitive skin beneath his ear lobe.

Blaine sighed defeatedly and groaned when a headache came up.

Pushing the call button, Blaine blindly searched for his cell phone on his night stand and frowned when he couldn't locate it. Where did he leave it?

A minute later and no success of finding his phone, he heard a door open. Thinking it was a nurse, Blaine looked up, but smiled brightly as he saw who stepped in.

"Coop!"

"Hey, lil bro! How are you today?" Cooper answered with a wide grin on his face, moving closer to Blaine's bed.

"I'm fine… You will scream when I tell you what happened today."

"Oh?!" Cooper exclaimed surprisedly. "What is it, what is it, what is it?"

"Hah, you're so impatient," Blaine snickered as he pointed to the chair. "Please, sit down. I'll tell you everything."

"You've got laid!" Cooper yelled happily, not caring about the people in the hallways or inside other rooms.

"Cooper, please, stop embarrassing me in front of the whole hospital," the ex-soldier groaned back as he buried his face in his hands.

"You're my little brother! It's in my job description to embarrass you!" Cooper said proudly.

"Okay, um, well… I didn't get laid. But… Kurt and I kissed?" He had no idea why the last part of the sentence came out as a question, most likely because he wanted Cooper's blessing, even though he already knew Cooper liked Kurt.

"OH! YAY!" Cooper yelled out even louder, punching his fist up in the air, very Breakfast Club-esque.

"Cooper, keep it down! There are people trying to rest," Blaine whined as he tried to slap his hand in front of his brother's mouth, but he was too far away.

"I'm so happy for you, Blainers! You deserve happiness."

"Yeah, thanks, Cooper." Blaine ducked his head down, suddenly shy when he thought back to the kiss he had shared with Kurt.

The way their lips had fitted together, the way Kurt had pressed closer, the way Kurt's eyes had fluttered close, the way Kurt's hand had found Blaine's stump and held it so preciously Blaine had almost shed tears…

He really wanted to talk to Kurt some more about their kiss. What did it mean? Maybe he could ask Kurt out on a date? They couldn't have a traditional date where Blaine would hold open doors and shove Kurt's chair back and make out in the back of the cinema, but they could go to the coffee shop close to Burke's. They did have fun the last time they went there, together.

All these thoughts were swirling around inside Blaine's head and it made his headache even worse.

As if they could read minds, Sam entered Blaine's room, walking over to Blaine's bed as he fist bumped Cooper.

"Hey, Blaine! I'm back again for the night. You called for help? What can I do for you?"

"Can I get my pain killers a little earlier? I have a headache."

"Sure thing, Blaine!"

Sam skipped off just as soon as he had appeared, but that must be nurses life and Blaine turned his full attention back to Cooper, who was almost bouncing inside his chair.

"Okay, spill it, I know you have a thousand things to say," Blaine said with a laugh and raised one eyebrow at his silly brother.

"What are you gonna do next?"

"I… have no idea. I want to ask him out on a date, but I can't give him… a classic first date. I need to be pushed around, we can't just go to any restaurant, because if we would go to a restaurant… I need to be able to… help myself to the toilet when I need to go, otherwise it could get disastrous."

"You don't need a classic first date, Blaine. You told me how much fun you had at the coffee shop, right? I'm sure he understands you can't give him a lengthy date."

Blaine nodded as he wiped some curls away from his face. He desperately needed to wash his hair. He would ask the nurse tomorrow to help him take a shower.

"I think you're right. I told him he deserved someone normal, but then he got all defensive and said he should make his own decision about who he should like…"

"And he's right," Cooper said with a strict look on his face. "You can't decide for him you're hard work and doesn't want to date you."

"That's exactly what he made clear to me."

"Good, he's a good man." Cooper nodded after his statement. "By the way, I tried calling you just before I visited, but you didn't answer. Did something happen to your phone again?"

"No, it's not broken… I have just… misplaced it," Blaine said with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck. "Can you look behind my night stand? It may have slipped down there."

"Oh, Blaine… Are you always this careless with your stuff?" Cooper raised an eyebrow, an exact copy of his brother currently in bed watching him with crossed arms.

"Shut up! Will you just look, please? Maybe Kurt sent me a message!"

"Oh, and you can't leave your lover waiting any longer, huh?" Cooper moved his eyebrows up and down and it looked so ridiculous that Blaine sometimes doubted his brother's abilities as an actor. But then he would watch his brother on the big screen and those thoughts would be gone, because his brother is an amazing actor and Blaine couldn't be more proud of him.

"Tell me about your next project!" Blaine exclaimed happily, deciding to ignore his brother, as Cooper walked over to Blaine's night stand and got down on his knees, feeling around with his hands, before letting out a triumphant yell and gave the misplaced phone back to its owner.

"It's a movie with Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal. They meet up and fall in love. I play the best friend of Jake's character."

"It must be so exciting to meet all those celebrities," Blaine sighed dreamily.

"Hey, don't forget I'm quite a celebrity myself, Blainers. You're in the presence of a Hollywood star."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but you are my brother. I could never be obsessed with you, you're too annoying for that."

"Hey! Watch out! Who is paying for your stay here at Burke's?!"

"We both do, Cooper," Blaine sighed, all traces of joking gone. "I'm so glad you won the case. It has been the most satisfied to learn about the fact mom and dad no longer pay for my recovery."

"Is there any other way you want to let them know we won't be in contact anymore?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I don't think so. This has been satisfying enough; dragging them all the way to court. I think they got the message."

"They sure did. They haven't messaged me ever since the morning of the case."

"Me neither."

It had been a done deal very quickly. Cooper had set everything in motion just a week before and it had all been approved within 5 days. Ofcourse, Wes's sister had been a huge help, and the way their parents' lawyer had stumbled through the case unprepared, had worked in Cooper's favor.

Ofcourse, Blaine hadn't been there during the short case, but he had heard everything from his brother and friends to know it had been worth it. His parents had looked very annoyed and Blaine loved that he could let them feel miserable. Jackson and Yvonne Anderson had made him feel miserable for close to 20 years now, so he had no sympathy left for them. Blaine was sure they didn't even deserve the mom and dad title anymore.

Now he was free of his parents financially and it felt wonderful.

"When will you see Kurt again?" Cooper asked curiously, noticing Blaine's phone still tightly in his hands, not checking for messages.

"I don't know… He should be here next week on Tuesday. He plays on Broadway during the weekend, so it's not like I can invite him back over any sooner."

"On Mondays the curtains are closed on Broadway. Maybe you can ask him out on a date then."

"Okay…" Blaine took a deep breath and opened his phone. Only one alert got through and it made his heart beat irregular for a few beats, before calming down again.

Sorry I had to leave you. You looked really peaceful so I didn't want to wake you. My performance is done now and you were still sleeping when I checked in on you, so you probably need it. I would really like to see you again, outside of my performance day. Maybe we can go on a coffee date on Monday? It's closed curtain day. I wouldn't mind making the trip up to White Plains a day earlier. – Kurt.

"It looks like someone beat me to it…" Blaine mumbled as he finished reading the message with a bright smile.

"Huh?" Cooper looked up from his own phone, probably working through some work stuff.

"Kurt asked me out on a coffee date on Monday."

"Keep that guy, please! He asked you out on a coffee date. He knows you can't do much more right now… He's considerate!"

"I can't just keep him on a leash like a dog, Coop," Blaine bit out.

"Oh… I don't know how kinky you gays are, but you could if you'd like…" Cooper mumbled and received a slam in the face with one of Blaine's pillows. "Hey!"

"That's for being a jerk…"

"But you still love me!"

"That I do… That I, unfortunately, do…"


Enjoy your New Year's, my dears and until next time (in 2021)!