Blaine pulls into the parking lot at the gym with a huge smile on his face. It's still early, meaning he has time for a good workout before heading over to Kurt's. His mom had somewhat reluctantly agreed to his going out all day, he had managed to complete all his homework the night before whilst simultaneously chatting with Kurt on Face Time, and had promised her he would be home in time for dinner. She was being stricter than usual in demanding his presence at home a lot, but she also wasn't asking any awkward questions, and for that Blaine was grateful. That she had an inkling was blatantly obvious, but whether she knew he was spending all his spare time either with Kurt or on the phone to him, Blaine didn't know. All he did know was that he hadn't been alone with Kurt since Tuesday night, and it was becoming harder than ever to keep away from him at school. He was so tantalisingly close, yet so unreachable. It was driving Blaine mad.
He takes his frustrations out on the punch bag as always, before lifting weights and running on the treadmill. He's just showering and thinking of how close he's getting to being able to hold Kurt again, when a wolf whistle sounds across the changing room.
"Well well. If it isn't Blaine Anderson." Richard sneers as he struts towards the showers. "How are you, kid? Still trying to punch above your weight? He'll never be interested, no matter how pathetically you try and defend his honour. You're a child."
Blaine turns his back on him and continues to shower. His heart is pounding, and the presence of three other burly guys stood next to Richard isn't helping. He's not used to confrontation, although now he thinks about it he realizes a guy like Richard probably wasn't going to put up with being punched in the face by a school kid.
"How's school then?" Richard drawls when he gets no response, "Still prancing about in that gay choir of yours?"
Blaine laughs as he ducks his head under the spray. "You're gay yourself Richard." he replies in spite of himself.
"Not as gay as you."
"What?!" Blaine cries as he turns to face him over the shower stall. "That's the most ridiculous statement I've ever heard."
"No it's not," Richard huffs, pushing his chest out and standing tall. "You're no man. I bet you'd love to feel a cock in your tight ass, Anderson. You'd just lie there and take it if I gave it to you."
"You know what? You're right." Blaine shuts the water off. "I do love to feel a cock in my ass. It feels fucking fantastic. And thanks for the offer, but I'm taken." And Blaine steps from the shower and stands there in all his glory, making sure Richard gets an eyeful of the fingerprint bruises still lingering on his hips, and the hickeys decorating his torso before wrapping a towel round his waist and heading to his locker.
"You missed a trick," Blaine says darkly as he saunters past a dumbstruck Richard. "Riding Kurt's cock feels amazing. What a shame you weren't man enough to try it."
Blaine gathers his clothes and starts to get dressed, keeping his back to the men and praying the door slam he heard was Richard leaving. When he eventually turns around, to his sheer relief the room is empty and he sits on the bench trembling and trying not to cry before he remembers Kurt will be waiting for him.
"Hey sexy boyfriend," Kurt greets him with a kiss, not noticing how pale he is or the red rimmed eyes. "Good workout? Tell me on the way. Come on, I'm taking you out."
"W-what?" Blaine stammers as he's ushered back out the door he's just entered. "Where are we going? We never go anywhere."
"Exactly. And I'm tired of it. So we're going to the mall. A mall in Detroit admittedly, but a mall nonetheless." And Blaine finds himself being herded into the passenger seat of Kurt's car before he can protest.
Kurt is almost giddy with delight, keeping up a continuous monologue as he drives, explaining in great detail who he needs to buy Christmas presents for.
"...And then there's you, of course. So we'll have to separate at some point today so I can go pick something up. And no, I'm not telling you what it is." he smiles, reaching across and squeezing Blaine's knee. "Hey... you ok? You're very quiet"
Blaine stares out the window and tries to swallow over the lump in his throat. "Yeah..." he says hoarsely, "I'm fine."
"Don't you want to go?" Kurt asks, trying to keep his attention on Blaine but also attempting to navigate the busy highway.
"It's not that."
"What then?"
"Nothing Kurt. Just leave it."
So Kurt does. He knows Blaine well enough by now, he wants to be left alone and given time to process his thoughts before he talks. So Kurt concentrates on driving, not noticing the silent tears making their way down Blaine's cheeks, and the rest of the journey passes in silence.
Kurt pulls into a parking spot in front of the mall and shuts the engine off. Blaine keeps looking out the window, his back to Kurt and biting his lip hard trying to keep everything in.
"Blaine?" Kurt asks softly as he reaches across and gently tugs his arm. "Please talk to me." his heart is in his mouth, fearful of what Blaine might say, but when he turns and Kurt takes in his tear stained face his arms immediately find the boy and pull him close.
"Blaine...oh my God, what's wrong?"
But Blaine doesn't answer right away, he can't. He's overwhelmed by the feeling of Kurt's arms around him and he gives in to all his fears and just cries. Kurt holds him close and plays with the curls at the back of his neck. Blaine finds himself calming as he realizes only Kurt and his mom know the best way to comfort him.
Pulling back, he wipes his eyes across his sleeve, and Kurt is struck by how small and vulnerable he looks. Very fragile and very, very young.
"Richard...was at the gym." Blaine eventually manages to choke out.
"What?" Kurt's eyes darken with anger as he grips the steering wheel. "Did he hurt you?"
"No. He just...said some stuff. Stupid stuff. About how you would never be interested because I'm a child."
"You know that's not true."
"And he said I'd probably enjoy lying back and taking him...y'know."
"What the fuck!" Kurt cries, "He's such a prick. I hope you ignored him."
"Not exactly." Blaine takes a deep, trembling breath before continuing. "I told him that I did like it like that, and that he missed a trick because riding you was amazing."
"You outed us to Richard?" Kurt asks slowly, staring through the windshield and trying to wrap his head around this news.
"Basically. And he saw...all the marks on me. And I'm so sorry Kurt..." Blaine cries as he breaks down into fresh sobs. "I didn't mean to...and...now I'm so worried you'll be mad at me and tell me to go. I just..." he breaks off, chest heaving and trying to get his breathing back under control, and all the time Kurt stares resolutely ahead. "I was so scared. I was so, so scared. He was standing there with these three other guys who all looked like they could crush me. I tried to ignore him...but he just got to me...and I'm sorry Kurt. Please. Please say something. I let you down and I acted like a kid, I know. But I was just so angry, worked up and...scared." he is sobbing freely now, he knows he looks a mess, and knows he's begging Kurt for forgiveness, but he has gone past caring about how pathetic he looks or sounds.
"Blaine..." Kurt grabs at his wrists and pulls his hands away from his eyes. "It's ok. No, don't shake your head. Just listen to me. I love you. And I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I love you."
Blaine looks up with bloodshot, but hopeful eyes. "You're not mad?"
"It's not an ideal situation I'll admit. But I'm mad at him, that he thinks he has any right to intimidate you like this."
"I did punch him to the floor."
"That's true." Kurt smiles softly, "And it was amazing. But even so, he can't do that to you. You're not going back to that gym."
"I'm paid up for a year."
"Then I'll pay for you to go to another one. I don't care. I want you to feel safe."
"It's not a big deal...I was more worried about you being mad."
"Well I'm not. And it is a big deal. And don't feel like you're weak for admitting you were scared, or condemn yourself for acting like a kid. You are a kid. But that's nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, at least you stood your ground. I'd have hightailed it out of there the second they walked in the door."
"I was naked." Blaine says with a small laugh.
"I still would have run, and left my clothes behind. Then I would have been arrested for public indecency and the whole situation would have gotten out of control."
Blaine laughs through his tears and plays with the fabric of his jeans. "What do you think will happen now?" he asks quietly.
"I don't know, Blaine. He might go to the school board, he might try and find you or me, but if I know Richard he'll probably go to my dad and taunt him about it."
"Shit."
"Yeah. It'll make things difficult for a while. But hey...graduation is right around the corner."
"It's not even December."
"It is tomorrow. Seriously Blaine. Try not to worry. My dad likes you. He's not gonna want to see you kicked out of school, or me fired. Whatever happens, we will always have each other, and this time next year we'll be buying a Christmas tree for our cramped yet chic New York apartment and wondering what all the fuss was about."
Blaine grins at this, and eagerly wraps his arms around Kurt's waist as he climbs into his lap. "You make everything better, Mr. Hummel." he leans up to kiss this beautiful man with wonder. Two minutes ago he was convinced it was the end of the world, now he feels like he's king of it once more. He grips the back of Kurt's neck and pulls him in deeper, sliding his tongue into the mans ready and willing mouth. Before they know it, and innocent kiss has turned into a full on, heated make out session in the car. Kurt grinds down into Blaine, moaning as he feels his hardness, and the young man pushes up to meet him.
"Shit, Blaine...How do you do this to me?" Kurt asks as he trails kisses along Blaine's jaw and down the side of his neck.
"Do what?" he breathes as he moves his hands to Kurt's ass and squeezes roughly.
"Unravel me. Everytime."
Blaine laughs softly. "We should really stop..."
"Don't wanna." Kurt murmurs into Blaine's neck as he nips at the soft skin.
"But you love shopping." Blaine points out, even as he throws his head back to grant Kurt better access and- holy shit- now he's palming him through his jeans and it feels so good. Blaine moans deep in his throat as he realizes he could probably come from this alone. In a parking lot, in broad daylight. "Kurt!" he cries rather desperately, "Uh...Kurt we need to stop."
"Why?" he asks, leaning back against the dash, looking utterly debauched with his swollen red lips and dark blue eyes.
"Because...uh...because I'm in real danger of...erm...y'know."
Kurt laughs. "You let me blow you on your dining room table, you initiate sex on the staircase, you have the most filthy mouth imaginable, yet you can't tell me you're about to come in your pants. Aw baby."
Blaine blushes deeply. "I just...well, I just get a bit embarrassed sometimes." he's grinning at Kurt's gentle teasing, "I'll get you for that comment later."
"I look forward to that." Kurt says with a wink. "Come on, let's go shop."
They dissolve into hysterical laughter as they step from the car and a family arrive back at the vehicle next to them. "Jesus Kurt," Blaine whispers as they walk past, "If we hadn't stopped...I would have been..."
"Yeah, they would have seen quite the show." Kurt says as he takes Blaine's hand in his.
Blaine stares down at their intertwined fingers as they push through the doors of the mall. He finds himself grinning widely at the simple thrill that holding Kurt's hand brings.
"What?" Kurt asks with a smile in his direction, knowing full well 'what' and loving it every bit as much.
"We've not held hands before. Well, not in public anyway."
"Best feeling ever." Kurt says, raising their joined hands to his lips and kissing Blaine's knuckles.
The pair shop for Christmas gifts first. Blaine finds himself grateful Kurt is with him as it turns out he has quite the eye when it comes to presents. They stop for lunch at the foodcourt, Blaine devouring a burger and Kurt saying he would just have a couple of Blaine's fries, yet eating the lot. They don't stop smiling the whole time, happy to finally be free of constraints on their time and behaviour. Kurt drags Blaine into Brooks Brothers, claiming he desperately needs new pants.
"What for?" Blaine asks as he trails him round the store, "Your closet is full of them."
"For reasons, Blaine. I just like buying clothes. Any clothes." he grabs several items and heads towards the fitting rooms. "Coming?" he calls over his shoulder, and Blaine shrugs and follows after.
"Ok...and this is the last pair of pants." Kurt calls through the curtain.
"Oh fuck." Blaine breathes as the curtain is pulled back. They're pants. Just a normal pair of dark green pants. Which cling. Everywhere. And accentuate the curve of Kurt's ass perfectly. And the bulge in front.
"What do you think?" Kurt asks, holding his shirt up slightly and turning this way and that. "I could wear them for school."
"Please don't." Blaine manages to get out, his voice higher than usual. "Buy them, by all means. But I'm begging you, don't ever wear them to school."
Kurt raises and eyebrow. "Yeah? Liking the pants are we?" his eyes flick to Blaine's crotch, as Blaine shuffles and tries to hide his growing erection. "Consider them sold." Kurt laughs, and pulls the curtain shut to get changed.
Blaine glances around, the changing room is empty so he reaches into his pants quickly to readjust himself, biting his lip and trying not to whimper as he touches himself. Fuck it. He's going in.
"What the...?" Kurt begins, but is cut off abruptly by Blaine's lips on his. It's urgent, desperate and Blaine pushes hard against Kurt in a bid to relieve some of the tension.
"Suck me." Blaine whispers hotly as he undoes the sinfully tight new pants and finds Kurt's half hard cock through his underwear.
"Here?" Kurt whispers back, "We can't...what if..."
"Now." Blaine growls, and the tone in his voice tells Kurt now is not the time to disagree. He sinks to his knees and wraps his lips around Blaine's cock, lapping at the precome before swirling his tongue around the head. He looks up at Blaine and catches him watching, staring down at him with dark eyes as he tangles his fingers into Kurt's soft hair.
"Shit!" Blaine cries, as quietly as he can. "Not gonna last...at all" he bites hard on his hand to keep from crying out as Kurt fondles his balls and hums in delight as he feels them contract. Taking Blaine deep in his throat, he taps his thigh as he hears the massive thump of Blaine's head banging against the wall. He pulls back slightly and sucks on the very tip once more, wrapping his hand around the base and Blaine suddenly spurts right into his open mouth. Kurt swallows hungrily, enjoying the bitter taste of Blaine's come on his tongue. He finds himself pulled upright, and Blaine grips him roughly before kneeling on the floor to return the favour. It doesn't take long for Kurt to be near the edge, and Blaine's finger pressing into his ass tips him over completely. He comes down Blaine's throat, trying not to make a sound.
"What did you yell for?" Blaine asks, wiping the corner of his mouth as he stands.
"I didn't yell." Kurt states confusedly.
"I beg to differ."
"Is everything ok in there?" A voice calls through the curtain, and Kurt jumps in fright and quickly tucks himself back into his underwear.
"Yeah..." Blaine calls back, "My boyfriend was just having some trouble with his pants. But I've fixed it now." he pushes Kurt's sniggering face into his shoulder and holds him there until he's calmed down.
"Ok, maybe I yelled." Kurt says, before exploding into laughter once more.
"Well I'm glad you find it funny."
"Hey, it was you who started it."
Blaine and Kurt pay for the pants, very red faced and trying to dodge knowing looks from the staff, before heading their separate ways- arranging to meet in half an hour Blaine wanders the mall, still laughing to himself in disbelief at their behaviour in the fitting room. He's just sitting by the fountain, waiting for Kurt to arrive, when his phone buzzes with a text.
Dinner at seven. Bring Kurt.
He's just in the middle of typing a reply to his mom, when another text comes in.
And don't even try and pretend you're not with him. I've just seen Rachel and her guy heading to the movie theater.
"Hey." Kurt sits next to him and kisses his cheek, "Who are you texting?"
"My mom. Looks like we're having dinner with her tonight."