I'm not even going to bother making up excuses for this delay. Shoot me. Seriously. I suck at updating and I apologize profusely and I understand completely if you all hate me. Okay. Done wallowing now. Read, minions, read!
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Once Kurt manages to get out that Blaine spent the night the night before and they are going to be staying in a hotel tonight, Mercedes insists on speaking to him in person. They decide to meet up at the mall, but to Kurt's surprise, all of New Directions is there. Even Finn, who, Kurt admits, he hasn't seen all morning but he couldn't really bring himself to worry about it. He was too over the moon about Blaine.
"Hi, guys," Kurt says, confused but obviously pleased to see his old friends. They all look sort of tense, but they say hello in a chorus of awkward that Kurt can't really hear without wincing. They all stand there in the middle of the mall for a good thirty seconds before Tina steps forward. "Kurt," she says, sounding concerned and sympathetic. "We need to talk to you, but first you need to tell us the whole story." Kurt frowns slightly at this, until Mercedes pipes up, "I had to invite everybody, you know they would've found out eventually. You want to explain what you were talking to me about on the phone, white boy?"
Kurt sort of shifts uncomfortably where he's standing. He's amazingly okay with telling all of New Directions what he and Blaine did and what they are planning to do. What he's not okay with is Finn knowing all of it. "Can…I mean…does he have to be here?" Kurt mutters to Mercedes low enough so only she can hear, jerking his head towards the tall oblivious boy. Mercedes laughs lightly and says, "Oh, now you've got to spill, if you're uncomfortable talking about it in front of him." Kurt shakes his head. "It's not that…I mean, it's sort of that. But also sort of not. Mercedes, can I just talk to you alone first?"
Mercedes nods and drags Kurt off a couple yards until they're out of earshot while the other kids just stand there, knowing not to say anything. "Alright, boy, what do you have to say that you can't say in front of them?" Kurt sighs. "Mercedes, we're two teenage boys. If that whole club doesn't already know we're having sex, Santana could have them convinced of it even if it weren't true. It's not that I don't want them to know, I just…my dad doesn't know. And he just gave Blaine a protective father speech- maybe two, I wasn't there when they talked the second time- earlier today. I really think he's starting to warm up to Blaine and if Finn casually mentions any part of this weekend to my father, I think that there would be a set of bars on my window and a food slot in the door very quickly. Look, Mercedes, you and I both know that Finn is amazing. There are a lot of things he's good at. Tact, however, is not one of them."
Mercedes looks at Kurt with her eyes wide. "Okay then. How do we get him to leave without making him suspicious?" Kurt just smiles. "Hey Finn," he calls, and the boy turns toward him quickly. "I hear there's a jewelry store somewhere around here; why don't you go buy your mother something nice for her birthday?" Finn runs off quickly, looking panicked. "This seems like it's just going to bore me. I'm off," says Lauren, sounding bored already and making her way away from the group.
"When's her birthday?" Mercedes wonders aloud. "Maybe we should get her something too…" Kurt just laughs. "Relax, Mercedes. Carole's birthday was three months ago," he says as soon as Finn is out of earshot. He and Mercedes return to stand with the group and they all look at him expectantly.
"I'm not just going to start rambling to you guys. Ask me questions, or something." Kurt shifts uncomfortably. Everybody starts yelling at once. "Guys, guys! One at a time!" Santana pushes to the front of the group. "Are you getting the private school dick?" Kurt sighs at Santana's lack of a filter and shakes his head. "Not quite." Tina, Quinn, and Rachel all get confused looks on their faces. Santana continues with what they're all thinking. "Not quite. Is that different from no?"
"Well, I'm not exactly sure." Kurt still looks extremely uncomfortable, and Santana keeps prodding at him. "Are you having sex with the boy or not?" Kurt sighs, frustrated. "It really comes down to what you would consider sex to be. By most definitions, no, we're not having sex." Santana scoffs. "How do you spend your days then?" Kurt gives her a coy smile. "By most definitions, sex between two males constitutes penetration. I never said we weren't…intimate."
By this time, Santana is about half an inch away from Kurt's face with an annoyed look on her face. "Cut the scientific crap, Hummel, it's a huge turnoff. Tell me straight, what have you been doing?" Kurt decides it's time to stop leaving them hanging, but he still feels awkward saying things like this out loud, so he sucks in a breath and mutters quickly, "Handjobs-blowjobs-frottage-nothing-big-you-know-just-like-not-much." Mercedes and Tina gasp, Quinn, Mike, Sam, Puck, and Artie look sort of freaked out, and Santana and Rachel smile.
"That's what I'm talking about! Get some, boy!" Santana makes a lewd gesture and laughs roughly. "Now, what are lover boy's plans for tonight?" She waggles her eyebrows at him questioningly. Kurt rolls his eyes and says steadily, "I don't know what's going to go down, but I know whatever happens is happening in a hotel room before our beach day trip tomorrow, which my father has already approved and for which I need to shop. Can we go do that now?"
Almost everybody looks okay- more than okay, really- with the prospect, but Mercedes cuts in. "Hold up," she says, "You're going to be in a hotel? Alone? And Papa Bear approved that?" Kurt smiles and says, "I don't know what Blaine said to him, but yes, he okayed the whole thing."
"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Kurt," Tina pipes up. "I mean, he could have said anything to your dad. He could have lied to him." Mike and Sam stand flanking Tina, nodding their heads, while everyone else stares at them, confused. "That's preposterous. Blaine wouldn't tell my father anything but the truth. You should have heard them talking this morning."
"Ooh, spill!" Quinn squeals. Rachel nods vigorously. "All I know is that Blaine was…extremely honest with him. And apparently that's what my dad wants, because I really think he's starting to warm up to Blaine. I know my dad wouldn't want a boy to come into his home and start spewing shit about how he would never touch me inappropriately or something. He knows I'm not a kid anymore, and I don't think he has a problem with the sex, he just doesn't want me to get hurt, and he knows that with Blaine I'm in good hands. And as much as I hate how difficult it can make my life sometimes, I'm glad he cares enough to be as protective as he is. At this point, guys, it doesn't really matter what you say. Because if my father is going to let me spend 24 hours alone with Blaine, hours away from here, in a hotel, there's really no person in the world who could argue that Blaine isn't trustworthy. Now is this conversation over? I'd really like to get clothes."
For a couple seconds, the group just sort of gapes in awe of Kurt's speech, and then they realize that he just, in effect, told them to give up on trying to protect him. "Sure, baby, come on," says Mercedes, pulling Kurt into the nearest store, and the rest of the group follows.
They shop all afternoon, and nobody brings up Blaine again. Kurt gets a bathing suit, two new (extremely fashionable) beach outfits, and a couple accessories. It's 6 o'clock when Kurt gets back home and eats dinner as quickly as he possibly can.
"In a hurry?" Burt asks, trying to seem nonchalant. Kurt half-glares, half-smirks at him. "No, not at all, Dad," he says innocently, and proceeds to eat agonizingly slowly, still managing to finish the whole meal in fifteen minutes. He runs to his room, barely hearing Burt mutter, "Where's the fire?"
Once Kurt is in his room, however, he lets himself go. He lets himself be hit full force by what is going to happen in the next 24 hours. His stomach curls into a ball of nervous anticipation and his face breaks into a grin while he changes into the most provocative outfit in his closet. As Kurt is pulling the tight V-neck sweater over his head, he walks- perfectly coordinated, even with his vision obscured- over to his bed and grabs the knee-high boots he bought today.
By the time Kurt is completely presentable and packed, it is exactly 6:58, and Kurt knows Blaine is never late, so he goes to wait in the front room. Predictably, at 7 o'clock on the dot, the doorbell rings. Kurt is at the door before the ding fades into the air, opening it maybe a little too eagerly with an enormous goofy grin on his face.
"Hi," says Blaine, an equally entranced smile on his face. Kurt doesn't respond, just pulls Blaine into a fierce hug. "I missed you so much, it's not even funny," Kurt mutters in Blaine's ear. "I know it's irrational, you were only gone for five hours, but I couldn't get you off my mind and I just…I love you," he finishes lamely, realizing his rambling and looking at Blaine nervously. Blaine simply chuckles and replies smoothly, "I love you too. I missed you a lot, as well. And I realize you're nervous, so I'll ignore the awkward delivery."
Kurt stands there in the doorway, staring at Blaine in awe. How he's able to hone in on Kurt's emotions and say exactly what he needs to hear, Kurt will never figure out. "Should we-should we get going?" Kurt asks, gesturing towards Blaine's car in the driveway. Blaine nods and takes Kurt's bags- despite the taller boy's protests- in one hand and Kurt's hand in the other. He stashes the bags in the trunk, handling them like China to soothe Kurt's nerves if only a little, and climbs into the driver's seat. When they're sitting in the car, buckled, pulling out of the driveway, Kurt looks at Blaine and lets his eyes rake over the boy's body and his clothing.
Blaine is wearing a red V-neck, very similar in style to the green one Kurt is wearing, and very dark, very tight skinny jeans. Kurt finds himself staring at every inch of Blaine's body for at least ten long seconds, but Blaine either doesn't notice or doesn't react. Kurt decides to speak just to break the silence. "I've never been to a hotel before…ever," he says quietly. Blaine looks at him for the first time since they started driving and smiles softly. "It's fun. You'll love it, I promise." Kurt puts on a sexy smirk and murmurs, "I don't doubt I'll enjoy it…although it may just be the company that makes it fun. Or the…entertainment." Blaine shudders at the sensuality of Kurt's voice, and nods his head. "It's entirely possible that that will be the case…I guarantee the entertainment will be quite enjoyable." Blaine takes his right hand off the wheel to grab Kurt's left and he continues driving like that.
Kurt, for the thousandth time in what seems like a short time, finds himself overwhelmed with the pure joy he feels when he's around Blaine. "I'm warning you right now," he says offhandedly, "I don't think I will ever get tired of telling you how much I love you." Blaine smiles broadly and takes his eyes off the road briefly to look into Kurt's. "The feeling is mutual, love. I'm glad we're on the same page." He squeezes Kurt's hand gently, and Kurt smiles. "I promise not to bother you too much." Blaine scoffs. "You're not bothering somebody when you're giving them the greatest gift ever." Kurt doesn't respond- there's no need. Blaine keeps driving, and they both know that the other is thinking about nothing except them.
Is this a short chapter? I think it's a short chapter. I apologize for this chapter being short and super late. Starting this Friday, I'm going to be updating a lot more frequently, but there are finals and shit right now. I am really super sorry.
I slipped a tweaked Darren quote in there for you guys, just cause I felt like it. Whoever finds it wins a cupcake.
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