Time for Kurt to learn the truth. A bit of smut at the end. Nothing too intense. Not yet.
Sometimes honesty is the worst policy
Happy ever after, happy ever after
Let it go, oh, oh
You never need to know, oh, oh
The Man Who Never Lied – Maroon 5
Chapter 5
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel had a boyfriend.
A handsome, sexy, loving boyfriend who made Kurt feel gorgeous, and whose kisses were delicious and mind blowing.
A boyfriend who met him at the entrance of the dining hall every morning with a beautiful smile and loved-filled eyes that made Kurt's stomach dip and swirl with excitement.
A boyfriend who walked him to class and thought nothing of kissing him passionately right in the middle of the hallway. None of the boys hurrying past seemed to notice, but Kurt had spent so many years trying not to draw attention to himself that the idea of kissing another boy in the middle of the hallway was exciting, but also nerve-racking. Blaine thought his nervousness was adorable, but unnecessary.
"It's okay, Kurt. No one will say anything and no one will hurt you. Ever. They know better. Dalton doesn't stand that for that crap. Besides, I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you." The statement was delivered with a comforting smile and light tone, but thoughts of the gun flashed through Kurt's mind.
Blaine wouldn't really kill someone?
Would he?
Had he?
"Kurt?"
"Kurt?"
Kurt blinked. "Huh?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes…yes, I'm fine. Just kiss me again."
Denial.
Denial had never been a part of Kurt's life. Too many experiences had forced him to accept the harsh realities of life. The loss of his mother. Realizing he was gay and what that meant in the broader world. The heartbreak of learning that no one really cared if he was bullied and harassed. Kurt had always faced the realities of situations head on because he'd never had a choice.
But now things felt different. Possible. Safe. Happy.
Kurt was happy. Happier than he could remember being in a long time.
So, it was easy to ignore the small signs.
And even the big, huge, signs.
Like a gun kept in a bathroom.
"Will you go to the dance with me?"
Kurt tried to clear his head. "What?"
They were in Blaine's room lying on the bed. It had started as a study session for their next history test, but quickly dissolved into a slow, loving, makeout session. Kurt loved Blaine's mouth on his, and Blaine loved his mouth on Kurt's skin. He was addicted to the smooth, creamy, taste against his tongue and the tantalizing smell. Kurt whimpered as Blaine dove in under his ear and sucked deep, leaving a lovely red mark. Kurt hoped the teachers would continue to ignore the stylish red and blue scarf he wore to hide the evidence of Blaine's passion and possessiveness.
"Mmmm, I love marking you. I wish I could suck my initials into your neck."
Kurt giggled. "That sounds like a tattoo. A tattoo made with your tongue."
"You didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
"Will you go to the dance with me?"
"The Dalton/Crawford Country Day dance?"
"That's the one."
"Of course I'll go with you, but aren't those dances for guys to meet girls?"
"Well yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't go. They always have a pretty good DJ or band, and I would love to swing you around a dance floor."
"You don't think anyone would mind?"
"Why would they mind?"
"I mean…having and enforcing a no bullying policy is great, but two guys dancing together…some people might say that goes too far."
Blaine shook his head. "No. It'll be fine. Trust me. Remember, this isn't McKinley."
"Do we have to wear our uniforms?"
"No."
Kurt smiled happily. A fashion opportunity.
x-x-x-x-x
The entire school was buzzing with energy about the upcoming dance. Kurt's nerves gave way to excitement as the Warblers eagerly discussed the upcoming event. A few of the Warblers had girlfriends at Crawford, while others had girls they liked. Everyone was excited.
Except Wes.
Wes had been quiet and slightly subdued the past few weeks. He still banged his gavel and demanded 100% from everyone during rehearsals, and he cheerfully gave tours of the school on the weekends, but Kurt often caught him looking at him and Blaine with a worried frown.
Blaine didn't seem to notice, so Kurt didn't mention it, but he planned to ask Wes what was on his mind.
And then he overheard a conversation.
It was late one Thursday evening and Kurt had left his English book in the music room. He had to get it because he needed it to finish an assignment that was due the next day. As he approached the music room doors he heard Wes talking.
"…can't believe you haven't told him! What on earth are you waiting for?"
"Why should I tell him anything? That's my family. Not me."
"Come on, Blaine. You're seriously not that naïve. Kurt has a right to know. Let's be real. Being with you carries certain…precautions."
"Precautions! What am I, a prescription drug?"
"No, but you are the son of Mario Anderson. There's a reason Telio is here."
"Telio is here because my father felt bad for a 10 year old kid with no family. Not to mention guilty."
"He's here to protect you for a reason."
"You sound like my paranoid Grandfather. I don't need protecting."
"Fine. Whatever. Just promise me you'll tell Kurt soon. He has a right to know. Besides, don't you want him to hear it from you versus accidentally finding out from someone else? Like his roommate?"
"That asshole. I'm gonna get him for that."
"Get him for what? For doing what you won't?"
"That's not fair."
"Just tell him, okay? Tell him soon."
Kurt ducked behind a pillar as Blaine and Wes left.
Tell him what?
Kurt retrieved his English book and headed back to his room. He settled at his desk with his laptop.
He clicked on google search.
He stared at the white box.
…can't believe you haven't told him…
...being with you carries certain precautions…
…you are the son of Mario Anderson…
Kurt's cell phone rang with a text.
B – Hey gorgeous. How about a trip to the mall on Saturday?
K – Sure
B – Great. Finish your English assignment. I love you.
K – Love you too. Goodnight.
Kurt looked back at the screen.
His finger hovered over the M for a moment before he closed the screen and picked up his English book.
"It's out of the question."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious. Dead serious."
Blaine shook his head in frustrated disbelief. "Telio, you are not my father, or my keeper. I don't need a chaperone and frankly, I don't need a bodyguard. Now give me the damn keys!"
Telio shook his head. "No. Like it or not, I'm responsible for you. If you're going off campus, I'm going too. Look, I'm not gonna hang with you guys. You know I'll keep my distance."
"No! This is supposed to be a date. Guys don't take other guys with them on dates! Besides, how will I explain it to Kurt? He already thinks you always being around is weird."
"If you would tell him the truth about who you are, then he would understand my presence and this wouldn't be an issue."
"Even if he knew about my family, I still wouldn't want you tagging along. Give me the keys!"
"No."
"Telio…"
"No, Blaine. I'm sorry. Like it or not, if you leave campus I'm leaving with you. The end."
Blaine sighed. "Fine. Saturday at 2:00 pm."
Telio nodded. "Okay, and I promise I'll be invisible."
"Whatever."
Blaine headed to Kurt's room.
"Hello gorgeous."
"Hi." Blaine pulled Kurt to him and kissed him. He nuzzled Kurt's neck. Mmmm. Damn he loved Kurt's smell. So intoxicating. He forced himself to pull back before he lost focus entirely. "Listen, on Saturday, how about we head to the mall at Noon?"
Kurt grinned and nodded. "Okay."
Blaine kissed him hungrily and ran his hands down Kurt's back, hesitating at his waist before sliding his hands over his ass and squeezing. Kurt moaned and deepened the kiss. Blaine was encouraged by this. He was trying to respect Kurt's request that he not travel south of the border, but it was hard. Kurt's ass just begged to be touched, squeezed…fucked. Blaine wanted Kurt bad, but he was determined to move at the pace Kurt set.
For now.
x-x-x-x-x
The next day Blaine asked his third period teacher, Ms. Chapman, if he could be excused. He wasn't feeling well. Ms. Chapman immediately granted his request. Blaine was such an excellent student, so nice and handsome. Poor thing.
Blaine headed to the dorms and straight to Telio's room. He let himself in with his key and looked around. Telio's side of the room was in perfect order. His roommate's side was a mess. Blaine went to Telio's closet. On the floor, in the back corner was a small black box. Blaine took out a small key and opened it.
A gun.
Rolls of cash.
Keys to the Mercedes.
On Saturday at Noon Kurt waited on the steps of the front entrance of the dorms. He watched Blaine pull up in a black, S-class Mercedes sedan. Blaine got out and opened Kurt's car door. Kurt gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting in. As they pulled off Kurt looked around the interior.
"This is quite a car."
Blaine glanced at him in surprise. "You know cars?"
"My dad's a mechanic, remember? I'm not really into it, but…yeah, I know cars."
Blaine nodded and focused on the road. Thanks to Telio it had been a while since he'd actually driven. He made a mental note to do it more often.
Kurt took a deep breath. "So…what does your father do?"
Blaine gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"You know what my dad does. He runs a construction firm."
"Well yeah, but…does he do anything else?"
"Like what?" Run a crime organization? Occasionally murder people? Yeah, he does all that shit.
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. A second job? Hobbies?"
Blaine laughed. "No. I think running the construction company is enough."
"Will you work for him one day? You'd look kind of cute in a hard hat."
Blaine tensed. Why all the fucking questions? He looked over at Kurt who was smiling. He relaxed and looked back at the road.
"No. I will never work for my father."
"But isn't it a family business? Aren't you expected to?"
"Does your dad expect you to take over his shop?"
"No, but it's just one small shop. He can easily sell it, or he might give it to Finn if he's interested, but Anderson Construction is huge. I've always seen the signs everywhere."
Blaine shook his head. "I have no interest in construction. Cooper will run the company one day. Not me."
x-x-x-x-x
Kurt was pleasantly surprised by the Mall of Westerville. It was anchored by a Nordstrom and a Macy's, and over 100 specialty stores including a brand new Marc by Marc Jacobs store.
"I can't believe this is here!" Kurt wandered around the store, gazing longingly at the clothes. Blaine walked over to a jeans display. He pulled out a pair and eyed them carefully before walking over to Kurt.
"Try these on."
"Why?"
"Humor me."
Kurt took the jeans and unfolded them. They were a beautiful indigo denim. He sighed. "Bringing me in here was bad enough. Now you're just being cruel."
Blaine smiled. "Just try them on."
While Kurt was in the dressing room Blaine looked through the shirts, pulling out a dark green one. He tapped on Kurt's dressing room door.
"Put this on with the jeans."
"Blaine…"
"Just do it."
Kurt obediently took the shirt.
A minute later he emerged from the dressing room. "Well?"
Blaine slowly circled him, running his eyes up and down Kurt's body, lingering on his ass for a few seconds.
"I love it. You look hot."
Kurt stared at himself in the mirror. Yes, he did look hot. He turned and peered over his shoulder. And his ass looked great.
The salesman came over. "Are you boys doing okay? That outfit looks great on you."
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, but there's no way…" Blaine cut him off.
"He'll take the shirt and the jeans."
Kurt looked at Blaine in confusion. "Blaine, I can't afford this!"
Blaine took out his wallet and handed a card to the salesman.
"He'll take the shirt and the jeans, and I'll take that bowtie over there. The green and indigo one."
Kurt stared open-mouthed at Blaine. Once the salesman disappeared to get the bowtie, Kurt quietly hissed at him.
"Blaine! This shirt costs $198.00! The jeans are…$228.00! With tax this is almost a $500.00 outfit!"
"And you will look fabulous wearing it to the dance."
"Blaine…I can't let you…" Blaine cut him off with a kiss.
"I didn't ask for your permission. Anderson's never ask for permission." He turned and walked over to the counter.
Kurt slowly removed the shirt and jeans and got dressed, his mind swirling. Wow. Wow. Wow. A $500.00 Marc Jacobs outfit from the Marc Jacobs store. Kurt had a few Marc Jacobs pieces in his wardrobe, but most were bought online after deep discount from Ooh La La dot com. He'd never dreamed of buying something from the store, or better yet, having a boyfriend buy clothes for him.
Kurt sheepishly emerged from the dressing room and handed the garments to the waiting salesman. Blaine pulled him into his arms and kissed him again. Kurt looked around nervously.
"Relax, Kurt."
"I know, I know."
"Thank you."
Kurt shook his head. "For what? If anything I should be thanking you."
"Thank you for letting me choose what I wanted to see you in and for letting me buy it for you."
Kurt smiled. "Thank you for being so generous, but it really is too much."
"It's only money."
"In that case, I hope you want to see me in something from the spring Alexander McQueen line."
"Actually," Blaine's voice deepened as he leaned forward to speak directly in Kurt's ear. "I'd prefer to see you in nothing at all."
Kurt blushed, his eyes wide. Blaine gave him a sexy smile and pulled away to sign the credit card machine. The salesman smirked and winked at Kurt.
Blaine took the shopping bag and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him along. "Come on. I'm hungry."
As they stood in line at Panera, Blaine's phone rang. He looked at the screen and smiled. This should be fun.
"Hi!"
"You asshole!"
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm gonna kick your ass when you get back!"
"Really? Well that sounds like fun, but I'm at the mall right now. Maybe next week?"
"I mean it, Blaine. I'm gonna kick your ass and I'm gonna tell your father."
Blaine laughed. "That's fine. You do that. Make yourself look incompetent. I'll talk to you later." He hung up.
Once they finished eating, they strolled through the rest of the mall. Blaine kept trying to hold Kurt's hand, but Kurt kept smoothly slipping out of his grasp. Blaine stopped walking and turned towards him.
"Why won't you hold my hand?"
Kurt looked around nervously. "Dalton is one thing, but here…out in public…I just don't want to attract attention."
"This is a free country. I'm allowed to hold my boyfriend's hand."
"This is central Ohio, not San Francisco."
"I don't care if it's Mississippi. If I want to hold my boyfriend's hand, I'm holding it. If I want to kiss him passionately with plenty of tongue, in the middle of a crowded mall, I'm doing it."
Kurt shook his head. "Blaine…you don't understand."
Blaine softened his tone as he saw the hint of fear in Kurt's eyes.
"I do understand, gorgeous. I get why you're nervous, but trust me. I promise you. I will never, ever let anyone hurt you. Ever. You're safe with me. I'll always protect you."
The magic words.
Kurt nodded and slid his hand into Blaine's.
They'd only walked a few feet when they heard someone calling Blaine's name.
"Blaine! Hey, Blaine!"
Blaine turned around and grinned. "Timothy!"
A cute guy with messy blond hair walked towards them. He was very, very thin. So thin his clothes hung on his body, wrinkled and loose. He had a sweet smile, but his blue eyes had a certain melancholy that struck Kurt as permanent.
"Hi ya, Blaine."
"Timothy, it's great to see you. How are you?"
Timothy shoved his hands in his pockets making Kurt worry his pants would fall down completely.
"I'm okay. Better." He looked down at the floor. "Rehab was hard, but I think I'm better."
Blaine nodded encouragingly, his eyes full of concern.
"That's great, Timothy. I'm really proud of you."
Timothy blushed and kept looking at the floor, but he was smiling. "Thanks."
"This is my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is Timothy Schlossman. Timothy used to go to Dalton."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too. Boyfriend, huh?"
Blaine's smile could have lit up every store in the mall. "Yeah, my boyfriend."
"Oh, hey! I'm coming back to Dalton. I get to come back next week."
"Really? That's awesome."
Timothy smiled happily. "I'm really glad. I was scared they wouldn't let me, but my dad fixed it. Probably wrote a check or something."
Blaine nodded. Of course Richard Schlossman wrote a check. The Schlossmans were filthy rich.
Blaine started updating Timothy on Dalton news when Kurt noticed a tall man headed towards them. His face contorted with anger, his eyes fixed on Blaine. Kurt moved closer to Blaine and tugged on his shirt. "Blaine…"
"Timmy!" Timothy jumped and turned around as the man practically ran into him. He had curly blonde hair and the same blue eyes as Timothy.
"Jeez, Arnie. Stop yelling."
Arnie Schlossman grabbed his little brother's arm and yanked him away from Blaine.
"Stay the fuck away from my brother!"
Blaine was shocked. "Dude, what's your problem?"
Arnie took a step forward. "You heard me, Anderson. Stay away from my brother."
Timothy pulled at Arnie's arm. "Please, Arnie, stop it. Blaine didn't do anything."
Arnie snatched his arm from his brother's grasp. "Like hell he didn't. Stay away from my brother!"
Blaine put his hands up in a surrender stance. "Look, Arnie. I don't know what you think I did, or even what you're talking about, but I promise you that I didn't do anything to Timothy. I consider Timothy a friend."
"Don't you mean client?" sneered Arnie.
"What?"
Timothy grabbed Arnie's arm again and yanked hard. "Stop it! You don't know what you're talking about!"
Arnie stepped back, his eyes angry and hateful.
"Consider this a warning. You get my brother hooked again and I will personally fuck you up!" His eyes shifted to Kurt. "And your fairy ass boyfriend!"
Blaine pushed Kurt behind him. He advanced on Arnie, his eyes blazing with anger, but his voice calm and dripping with a deadly tone.
"I don't know what your issue is, but I suggest you back the fuck off before your little brother's love of snow becomes the least of your problems."
"Threaten me all you want, asshole! I find out you're selling shit to him and I'm coming after you!"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but if you come near me, or my boyfriend with this bullshit ever again, you will regret it. That's not a threat. That's a fucking promise."
Timothy was on the verge of tears. "Please, please! Stop it! Both of you stop it!" Timothy desperately pulled at Arnie. "Let's go, Arnie! Let's go!"
Kurt looked around anxiously at the few people who had stopped to see what was going on. He spotted a mall security guard coming towards them. He grabbed Blaine's hand. "Please, let's get out of here."
Blaine nodded and allowed Kurt to pull him along. They didn't stop until they were safely in Blaine's car.
They sat in silence for several minutes before Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand.
"I'm sorry. Please let me explain."
Blaine closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead for a moment. "Okay, so Timothy's a recovering cocaine addict. You probably gathered that. He's a really nice, sweet guy, but his home life is kind of crazy. His parents hate each other, so they fight all the time, and cheat on one another, but neither is willing to leave because of the money. The Schlossmans are loaded. I guess Timothy got really stressed out by it all, especially after his brother Arnie left for college, so he turned to drugs. Things spiraled fast ending with an overdose last year. His roommate found him unconscious in the bathroom."
Kurt waited for the rest.
Blaine said nothing.
Kurt forced himself to ask the question.
"Why does his brother think you have something to do with Timothy's overdose?"
Blaine's mind was racing. This was it. This was the moment for him to tell Kurt about his family.
But…
The Andersons don't deal drugs. The Andersons have never dealt drugs. It was one of the three rules. Timothy was not their fault.
Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes. They were wide, expectant, and trusting.
He couldn't do it.
Not right now. Not after what Kurt had just witnessed. No matter what he said, Kurt would probably think he was lying. People believed all crime families were into drugs.
He'd tell him the truth. Just not today.
"I don't know why he thinks I have something to do with Timothy's drug habit. I don't use drugs, I've never tried drugs, and I certainly don't sell them."
So why do you have a gun in your bathroom?
"Blaine…if there's something you need to tell me…now would be a good time. A really, really good time."
Please don't lie to me.
Please don't lie to me.
Please don't lie…
"I don't know what else to say, Kurt. I swear to you I never sold drugs to Timothy, or anyone else."
Kurt's heart broke just a little.
They rode back to Dalton in silence, Blaine glancing at Kurt every few minutes, Kurt staring straight ahead.
Blaine walked Kurt to his room. Kurt put his key in the lock, but then suddenly turned towards Blaine, his eyes welling up with tears.
"I've told you everything about me. Everything! I've told you things I've never shared with anyone. I've told you all my secrets, and fears. I've always trusted you. From day one I trusted you. Why don't you trust me enough to be honest with me?"
"Kurt…"
"No! You say you love me, but you're obviously hiding something from me. Why don't you trust me? Whatever it is, I can handle it!"
Blaine shook his head. "You say that, but you have no idea…"
"I know my boyfriend keeps a gun in his bathroom. If I can handle that, I think I can handle anything." Kurt unlocked the door and slipped inside before Blaine could say a word.
Blaine stood there, dumbfounded.
Shit.
He stood there for several minutes, leaning against the wall, trying to decide if he should try to talk to Kurt or give him time to cool off. He finally knocked on the door.
"Kurt?"
"Go away, Blaine."
"Kurt…please…"
"Go away!"
"I'm sorry."
"Kurt?"
"Kurt?"
"Kurt…I love you."
Blaine slowly walked to his room. His heart felt too heavy and too big for his chest, and it ached with a dull, throbbing pain.
How did everything get so fucked up so fast?
He unlocked his door and stepped inside.
The first blow landed square on his right jaw. He stumbled sideways before being pulled further inside the room. He heard the door slam and another punch landed in the middle of his stomach.
"And you say you don't need protection, you little shit!"
Oh.
Of course.
Blaine swung and missed, but managed to dodge and block several swings before Telio tripped him, slammed him to the floor, pinned his arms behind his back, and held him there.
"If I was an assassin you'd be dead by now."
Telio released Blaine and jumped up. "You're pathetic."
Blaine climbed on to his bed and lay on his back. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Telio sat down next to him.
"This is why you can't go wandering around by yourself! You don't pay attention! You allow yourself to be vulnerable, especially now that you're making heart eyes at Kurt all the damn time. You pay no attention to your surroundings."
Blaine didn't say anything.
"So, how was the mall?"
"Fine." He wasn't about to tell him about Arnie.
"Gimme the keys."
Blaine reached in his pants pocket and gave the car keys to Telio. The two sat in silence for several minutes before Blaine spoke.
"I'm gonna tell him...about my family."
"If he means more to you than a casual fuck, then yeah, I guess you should."
Blaine sat up and sighed heavily. "I probably should have told him before I fell in love with him."
Telio nodded. "Yeah, but if he gets scared and wants out, better to find out sooner rather than later."
Blaine was silent. No way in hell would he just let Kurt go. Telio must have hit his head when they were fighting.
"That's not going to happen. Kurt loves me." And I won't let that happen.
Telio slowly shook his head. "Well yeah, but….he fell for you without knowing the whole truth. He might decide…" Telio stopped, but Blaine finished the sentence.
"That I'm not worth it."
"I wasn't going to say that."
Blaine gave him a look. Telio looked away.
The two sat in silence while Telio mulled over his next words. He hated to bring it up, but he felt a responsibility to help Blaine see the entire picture and consequences of his actions.
"You should tell Kurt the truth, but you need to be prepared for his reaction. I don't think you want to do to Kurt, what your father did to your mother."
Blaine's head snapped up, his eyes filled with hurt.
"That's…I'd…I'd never do that! Besides, my mother is happy!"
"Is she?"
"Yes! She loves my father!"
"Fear and love are not the same thing, Blaine."
Blaine shook his head. "This is stupid. I can't believe you'd even bring that up. I'm not doing the same thing. Not even close. I told you I'm telling Kurt the truth. And just for the record, my parents love each other. My father adores my mother, and she worships him. They have a great marriage. Oh, and one more thing. I'm not my father."
Telio decided to let it go. He stood up to leave. "Sorry for kicking your ass, but you deserved it."
Blaine gave him the finger. Telio laughed.
"Not me. Kurt."
An image of Kurt in the Marc Jacobs jeans popped into Blaine's head.
Yes, he definitely wanted to fuck Kurt, but first he had to get him to forgive him.
Kurt stared at the google search box.
The curser blinked at him.
Whispering.
Beckoning.
Taunting.
You can't live in the land of denial anymore.
After Blaine left, Kurt sat on his bed crying until Doug came in.
"You okay?"
Kurt kept his back turned and nodded. He quickly changed into shorts and a shirt, grabbed his shower caddy and towel, and hurried to the bathroom. He stood under the hot stream of water and cried. He wasn't sure if he was crying because Blaine didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth, or because he was terrified that he was in love with a drug dealer.
Time to face reality.
Kurt typed, Mario Anderson, inside the search box and hit enter.
Mario Anderson, Mafia Icon – Crime Library
Why the Feds Can't Touch Mario Anderson – CBS News
The Real Foundation of Anderson Construction – Central Ohio News
Murderer in Our Midst: Mario Anderson – The Ohio Chronicle
On the right side of the page was a photo of Mario Anderson.
Mario Anderson is the alleged Boss of the Anderson crime family, a criminal empire spanning from Ohio to Florida and parts out West.
Spouse: Anastasia Krystalia Anderson
Children: Cooper Anderson, Blaine Anderson
Kurt clicked on the link, "Murderer in Our Midst" and started reading.
It's no secret Mario Anderson is head of one of the worlds most dangerous and powerful crime families. What is a mystery is why Anderson has never been arrested. It has been confirmed by several eye witness accounts that Anderson has ordered the execution of several competing mobsters over the years, and has personally murdered at least five individuals, probably more. However, he has never been charged, never indicted, never prosecuted, and continues to live quietly in Ohio, claiming to be nothing more than the CEO of Ohio's largest construction firm.
Kurt continued to click and read for the next hour before turning off the laptop and lying down.
Blaine is the son of a crime boss.
Blaine belongs to a mafia family.
Blaine's father was murderer, and apparently a pretty good one.
Okay…
So this was definitely shocking and a little scary, but what did it mean about Blaine? Did Blaine work for his father? No, of course not. Blaine was in high school.
But he did have a gun.
Mario Anderson had personally murdered people and ordered people killed.
Had Blaine killed someone at his father's request? Is that why he had a gun?
The thought made Kurt shiver. No. That was impossible. Blaine was too kind and caring to kill someone. Kurt thought about the confrontation at the mall. Arnie seemed convinced that Blaine sold drugs to Timothy. Had he? Blaine's denial seemed heartfelt and sincere.
But he's part of a family of criminals.
Still, none of the articles mentioned drugs. Weapons, casinos, racketeering, bribery, yes, but no drugs. One article even said the Andersons had never been connected to the drug trade.
Kurt closed his eyes and tried to think, but he didn't know what to think. His mind started spiraling down all sorts of back alleys of scenes from mob movies he'd watched in the past. Finally he sat up.
This was ridiculous.
The person with the answers to all of his questions was a floor away.
x-x-x-x-x
Blaine checked his face in the mirror. His cheek was red and slightly bruised, but it would clear up in a day or two. Telio hadn't hit him with his full strength. If he had, his jaw would be broken.
Blaine took off his shirt and pants leaving on his boxers. He decided he would take a shower and then go beg at Kurt's feet. He would tell Kurt everything and make him forgive him. Kurt had to forgive him. He couldn't lose Kurt. He loved him too much. Kurt just needed to hear the truth. To understand that Blaine wasn't like his family. He wasn't a criminal. It wasn't his fault he'd been born an Anderson, and he was not defined by his family. He was his own person. A good person, and he would be good to Kurt. Good for him. He would love and protect him better than anyone. Kurt would never be scared and lonely again.
Blaine headed towards the bathroom when there was a knock at the door. He clinched his fists. If Telio was returning to kick his ass some more, Blaine would pound him into the ground this time.
"Yes?"
"Blaine?"
Blaine's heart leapt at the sound of Kurt's voice. He quickly opened the door.
"Kurt…hi."
Kurt stepped back, surprised by the sight of Blaine in just boxers. He couldn't help his eyes wandering down Blaine's chest, noticing the curly dark hair that traveled south and disappeared beneath the waist band of his boxers. The boxers were pulled down just enough to provide a hint of the V of Blaine's hips leading to…Kurt quickly looked up and refocused.
"I need to talk to you."
"Of course." Blaine stepped aside for Kurt to enter.
"I was gonna take a shower and then come down…"
Kurt put his hand up, silencing Blaine.
"No. You had your chance to talk and you didn't, so now you talk when I tell you to."
Bitchy Kurt.
Sexy. As. Fuck.
Blaine sat down on the bed.
Kurt gave him a hard look. "It's truth time."
Blaine nodded.
Kurt leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.
"Tell me about your family."
Blaine began with his great-grandfather Ethan all the way up to the present, including the murderous path of his family's rise to power. Kurt listened with fascination, forgetting along the way that Blaine was describing his family and not a Hollywood movie.
"So, when your father retires, your brother will take over?"
Blaine sighed. He had promised Kurt the truth.
"Yes, but…my father wants me to be Cooper's consigliere."
"What's that?"
"It's the person that provides advice and counsel to the boss. The person the boss can discuss decisions with. I've told him no. I don't want any part of my family's business. I'm not a criminal and I never will be."
Kurt frowned. It couldn't be that simple.
"So, you don't have anything to do with…anything?"
"No, I don't. That's my father's world, not mine."
"Then why do you have a gun in your bathroom?"
"It's for protection."
"From what? You just said you don't have anything to do with your family's business."
"I don't, but I'm still an Anderson. I'm still Mario Anderson's son. My father has enemies and I'm almost past the age of protection. There's a rule that you don't kill wives or children, even of your enemies. Most crime families follow these rules, but not all, and when I turn 18…"
Blaine stopped talking when he saw the fear clouding Kurt's eyes. He quickly stood up and slid his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close.
"Hey, don't worry, gorgeous. It's just a precaution. Nothing's gonna happen to me."
"But you just said that your protection is running out, and your father has…"
"Kurt, relax. Everything's fine."
"Obviously it's not if you feel the need to have a gun!"
Blaine sighed. This was what he was afraid of. This was why he wasn't honest from the beginning. It was impossible to explain his family's world without making it sound terrifying, especially for someone as innocent and sheltered as Kurt.
"Look, I promise you that I'll be fine. No one's after me. If anything, they're looking for my father or my grandfather, not me. The gun is just…it's just a thing. Something everyone in my family does. Even my mother has a gun. It doesn't mean we expect to use it. It's just a precaution because of my father. It makes him feel better to know we're protected."
Kurt was far from convinced, but he slowly nodded. It sort of made sense. As he mulled it all over, Blaine started kissing and nibbling at his neck. Kurt closed his eyes and started slipping away. Blaine pressed into him and covered his mouth with firm, demanding kisses. Yes…yes…yes…
Wait.
Kurt pulled back. "Wait…wait…wait. One more thing. What's the real story with Telio?"
Blaine sighed in annoyance. Fuck. Telio was a cock-blocker even when he wasn't in the damn room.
Kurt pressed him. "You promised to tell me the truth. All of it."
Blaine nodded. "True, I did, but Telio's story isn't entirely mine to share. All I can tell you is that my father adopted him when he was 10. He's lived with my family ever since."
"What happened to his parents?"
Blaine shook his head. "I have to respect Telio's privacy. That's something you can ask him one day. He might tell you, he might not, but I don't feel comfortable sharing a story that's not mine to share."
"Okay. Can you at least tell me why he follows you around all the time?"
Blaine hesitated. He'd just finished telling Kurt that he didn't have to worry about his safety. How would it sound if he said Telio was his body guard? He looked into Kurt's eyes. He didn't want him scared. Was omitting the full truth the same as a lie?
"That's just Telio. I think he thinks he's supposed to watch over me in exchange for my father adopting him. Kind of a way of showing his appreciation." Not a total lie.
Kurt recalled the conversation he'd overheard between Blaine and Wes. "So, Telio acts like your bodyguard because he wants to? It's not like…a necessity?"
"Of course it's not necessary. No one's after me, Kurt. I may be an Anderson, but I'm not a member of the mob. I'm a high school student, just like you, but maybe the Warblers and the drama club could do a musical. High School Mafia. I'll play the lead."
Kurt laughed making Blaine smile. Good. Kurt finally looked relaxed. This was going better than Blaine had hoped. Time to bring it home. He took Kurt's hands in his.
"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything in the first place. It's just…it's a lot and I didn't want to scare you, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. I'm not a criminal, or a murderer, or involved in anything with my family. I'm just, Blaine who likes to sing, and dance, and kiss my gorgeous boyfriend."
Kurt nodded. "I guess I understand, but…I really wish you would have just told me. I've told you everything about me. Everything and then some. Why didn't you trust me the way I trusted you?"
"Like I said, it's a lot to digest. I didn't want to scare you away before you gave me a chance."
"But you should have given me a chance instead of assuming I'd be scared away."
"So…you aren't scared? You're okay with all this?"
Kurt hesitated. Well…he was a little scared, but it was also a little…exciting? Wow. What the hell was wrong with him?
"I'm a little scared. Mainly because I don't want anything to happen to you."
Blaine squeezed his hands. "It won't. I promise. Nothing will happen to me. I don't get involved in my father's world. His world is not mine. My world is Dalton…and you."
Kurt melted as Blaine pressed a soft kiss to his lips followed by a deeper one and then another and another. Blaine pressed hard against Kurt's body, causing Kurt to moan with a lustful hunger he didn't know he had until that very moment. Blaine responded by pressing his erection into Kurt, sharing that he was just as hungry as Kurt sounded. Their kisses grew hotter and more desperate by the minute. Blaine felt like a switch had been flipped on inside him. Something about Kurt knowing and accepting the truth released a new passion. Kurt knew the truth and didn't care. It was a relief.
Now that everything was out in the open, they could move forward.
Blaine gently took Kurt's hand in his. He slowly guided Kurt's hand between his legs, planting it on his cock. Kurt gasped and pulled out of their kiss. Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes with an intense, hungry lust.
"I know you don't want me to travel south of the border on you, but I don't mind if you do it to me."
Kurt's heart beat faster. He felt nervous and a little scared, but he didn't move his hand. It was the first time he'd ever felt a cock other than his own.
"I…I'm not…I don't know…I…I've never…"
Blaine shushed him. "Just slide your hand up and down."
Kurt slowly slid his hand up and down, palming Blaine's cock through the thin material of his boxers. He was surprised by the intense waves of arousal that jolted through his body when Blaine responded with a deep, desperate moan. Kurt sped up. Blaine kept moaning. "Feels so good, Kurt. Mmmm, so good." Kurt closed his eyes, relishing the fact that he could cause Blaine to make these delicious sounds. After another minute, Blaine suddenly stepped back. He never took his eyes off of Kurt as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down and off.
Blaine was completely naked, beautiful, and very hard.
Kurt stared at Blaine's cock. It was slightly darker than Blaine's skin, long and thick. Kurt's mouth watered just a little, shocking him. How had things escalated so quickly?
Blaine walked over to his nightstand, giving Kurt a full view of his ass. Kurt was overwhelmed by how hard he felt, and he was terrified. Where was this going?
Blaine opened his nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. He walked back to Kurt and pressed the bottle into his hand. Kurt looked down at it and back up at Blaine.
"Finish what you were doing."
It took Kurt a moment to understand. He hesitantly opened the bottle and poured some lube in his hand. He glanced at Blaine's cock and poured more lube into his hand. He closed the bottle, dropped it on the floor, took a deep breath, and slowly wrapped his coated hand around Blaine's cock. Blaine closed his eyes, moaned, and bent forward a little as Kurt's grip rolled through him.
In that moment, Kurt felt empowered.
Blaine was completely naked while Kurt was completely clothed with his hand wrapped around Blaine's cock. He suddenly felt very in control. He started to slide his hand up and down, gripping firmly, but not too tight.
"Oh…shit, Kurt….fuck."
Wow. This was amazing. Kurt increased his speed and felt his own cock jump from the sounds falling out of Blaine's mouth. He moved closer to Blaine and brought their mouths together. Blaine shuddered and spoke in jumbles of words, sounds and groans. Kurt felt incredible as he listened to Blaine fall apart. All at once Blaine's cock seemed to jump and tighten in Kurt's hand. Kurt uncurled his fingers to let go, but Blaine stopped him. "No, gorgeous…don't….just…uh…uh…oh…shit!" Kurt stared, his eyes huge as he watched cum squirt all over his hand and drip to the floor.
He had just made a boy come with his hand.
His first hand job.
Well damn.
Blaine blinked at him, his eyes soft and sleepy. He smiled as Kurt stood there looking adorably shocked and a little lost.
"Kurt, go wash your hand. Unless," Blaine's voice turned low and sultry, "you'd like to lick it clean."
Kurt's jaw dropped and a look of terror crossed his face. Blaine laughed. "Maybe another time." Definitely another time.
Kurt hurried to the bathroom and closed the door. He vigorously soaped and scrubbed his hands before drying them on a towel.
He exited the bathroom to find Blaine sitting on the bed. He had pulled up his boxers and thrown on a t-shirt. Kurt sat down next to him, suddenly feeling shy and a little embarrassed. Blaine leaned over and kissed him.
"That was amazing, Kurt."
"I-I've never done that before. Well…I mean, you know…to someone. Of course I've done it to myself."
Blaine's eyes darkened as his lust returned. "Really? I'd love to watch sometime."
Kurt turned bright red. Blaine smiled. "I'm gonna take a shower. Why don't you stay?"
Kurt shook his head. Despite all the time they'd spent together, Kurt had never spent the night in Blaine's room. Partly because he didn't want to get in trouble, and partly because of nerves.
"No. Today's been…it's been a lot. I just want to rest and…think. Process."
Blaine wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. He gestured towards the bed.
"You can rest and think here. I promise I'll be quiet."
Kurt stood up. "No. Tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow."
Blaine looked at him for a moment before deciding to let him go. He couldn't hold Kurt hostage. Not yet.
"Okay." He stood up and took Kurt's hands in his and pressed their foreheads together. "Thank you for not running away from me, and thank you for…you know. I'll return the favor when you're ready."
Kurt blushed, and nodded. "When I'm ready." He ignored his body screaming it was ready right now. His body might be ready, but his mind was a mess. He needed time to sort out the past few hours. Especially the last hour.
"I love you, Kurt. I love you so much, and I promise you everything is fine. Everything will stay fine. I promise. Do you believe me? Do you trust me?"
Kurt fell under the spell of Blaine's intense, dark, eyes.
"Yes, I believe you and I trust you. I've always trusted you."
"Good. Don't ever stop."