Hey! So.. There's only like.. three chapters left! 'm gonna tackle the serious stuff (Blaine's Dad) in the next chapter, but I think you'll like this one.(: I'm not really.. great at writing kissing scenes.. (it's not that they're two guys, I'm just no good at it in general) So sorry if I don't capture the moment too well. I tried.
Chapter Song: One and Only – Adele
I don't own Glee.
CHAPTER 9
one and only
Kurt pulled back from Blaine in awe. Did that just happen? Did Kurt Hummel just kiss Blaine Anderson? Yes, he did.
"So, what does this make us?" Blaine smiled and wound his arms around Kurt's waist, perfectly content with staying in the moment forever.
"Mmm.. Boyfriends, I suppose?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow up dramatically.
"'Spose that means I can do this all I want." Blaine leaned forward and Kissed Kurt again, this time with more force.
"Er-"They heard an awkward voice from the doorway and broke apart. Kurt jumped back about three feet. "I just forgot my sheet music... figured you two would be gone."
The two boys stared wide-eyed at Mr. Schue as he mumbled something about apologizing and grabbed his sheet music off of the piano. He practically sprinted out of the room. Kurt bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"You up for a coffee date?" Blaine held his hand out for Kurt to take.
Kurt answered by intertwining his fingers with Blaine's. They walked out of the room blushing and grinning goofily at each other, Kurt caught a group of people bundled up just outside of the classroom.
"Seriously, guys?" Kurt turned and snapped.
They all gave him two thumbs up and motioned for him to leave. Kurt grinned and turned back to his new boyfriend, not believing his luck.
"They're crazy." Kurt muttered.
"Oh, just wait until you meet Wevid and Jeff." Blaine chuckled.
"Wevid? That's a really odd name." Kurt looked up to Blaine in confusion.
"Oh, I meant Wes and David. The two of them are attached at the hip. You wouldn't believe it. Jeff trails after them, but he's more independent compared to the other two."
"Ah. Well, I can't wait to meet them. Why do you go to Dalton anyway? I never got that full back-story."
Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hand, looking a little frazzled.
"That story will have to wait until later tonight, I promise. I just want to be happy about being with you for now."
Kurt stared up at Blaine, practically drooling over how perfect he was. He didn't notice the door before it collided with the side of his face – possibly leaving a nasty bruise.
"Kurt!" Blaine looked over at a stunned Kurt and put a hand over his cheek.
"You distracted me, you idiot." Kurt giggled.
"I seem to have that effect on some people." Blaine grinned and pushed the door open, letting Kurt out first.
"I'm not usually that clumsy." Kurt rubbed the side of his face which had started aching a little.
"Well, I guess I'll have to kiss it better." Blaine leaned over and kissed the forming bruise on Kurt's cheek.
Kurt grinned as they neared his car and dug the keys out of his pocket.
"No way, you can't drive with a bruise like that." Blaine snatched the keys from Kurt's hand and unlocked the car.
"You just recovered from amnesia! I should be the one driving." Kurt pointed out.
"Yeah, but I wear the pants in this relationship." Blaine stuck out his tongue and unlocked the car.
Kurt sighed and started to walk to the passenger seat, but Blaine beat him. He opened the door and grinned as Kurt climbed into the navigator.
"You're so... chivalrous." Kurt chuckled as Blaine shut the door and ran back over to the drivers seat.
Blaine grinned at Kurt's comment while he started the car and pulled out of the parking space. He stopped the car about half way through the parking lot.
"You know, maybe we should go somewhere else. I know a pretty cool place." Blaine grinned.
"Oh no. I mean, I love your Gramma, Blaine. But.."
"Psh, you think I'm taking you to my Gramma's. Crazy. I'm not that bad at coming up with dates." Blaine snaked his hand over to find Kurt's which was in his lap. "I was actually thinking somewhere more.. romantic." He wagged his eyebrows.
"You are so cheesy." Kurt lifted Blaine's hand up to kiss it.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I would go anywhere with you."
Blaine glanced at Kurt and grinned widely before pulling out of the parking lot.
They drove down the same road for about ten minutes before turning down a road Kurt had never noticed. Kurt watched out the window confused as he rubbed his thumb across Blaine's hand.
"Where are we going?" Kurt turned his face to look at Blaine.
"Be patient, Kurt." Blaine smiled and squeezed his hands.
Kurt glanced out the window again. This time, he saw an old abandoned and faded looking parking lot. There was nothing beyond that but trees and bushes.
"Uh.. Blaine?" Kurt asked as Blaine parked the car.
"C'mon." Blaine urged.
Once Kurt was out of the car, Blaine walked over and took his hand.
"It's not a long walk. We'll be there in no time." He grinned.
Kurt nodded and knew Blaine wouldn't take him anywhere unsafe. He just hoped that the bugs weren't buzzing around – he hated mosquito bites. He let Blaine lead him through a small opening which was barely visible in the trees, and down a small trail. They walked slow, tree branches and roots were sticking up out of the ground. Kurt wasn't too clumsy, but he wasn't taking any chances.
"Alright, we're here." Blaine grinned.
Kurt looked around. There was an old swing-set off in the distance, a teeter-totter and a slide to the right of that, and an empty sandbox in between. The rest of the land seemed to have been mowed recently.
"Where are we? It looks abandoned.. why would they mow it?" Kurt asked in confusion.
"We're at the park, silly," Blaine ruffled Kurt's hair a little, making Kurt give him a nasty look. "I met the man who owns the land. He says he met his wife here when it used to be busy. He likes to keep it clean, and he said it passes the time. He told me I could hang out around here whenever, so I usually bring a good book." Blaine grinned. "But now I've got you to bring along with me. Want to swing?"
Kurt nodded. He loved swinging.. it was something him and his Mom would do at the park together. He grimaced a little, wishing his Mother was with him, but quickly brushed it off. He was with Blaine now. He was happy.
They both swung for a good twenty minutes before seeing who could jump off the fastest. Blaine won, of course. Kurt blamed it on his short legs and got a playful smack on the shoulder.
"I know I'm equivalent to a hobbit. You don't have to remind me." Blaine grinned and wrapped his arms around Kurt, bringing his face up to the taller boys.
"You're not that short. Just short enough to regain your balance unlike me." Kurt whispered as he looked into Blaine's eyes.
"Mhm, whatever." Blaine grinned and pressed his lips to Kurts.
They both smiled as they kissed. The two of them knew that despite their backgrounds, they would always have each other. They couldn't see themselves not together.
They both pulled back at the same time, still grinning like idiots.
"Let's go lay down." Blaine spoke.
"Agh, I don't want grass stains." Kurt said worriedly as they walked over to a grassy area of the park.
"Don't worry. You've got dark pants on anyway." Blaine snorted and lay in the grass, folding an arm up under his head and closing his eyes. Kurt lay his head on Blaine's stomach and did the same. He felt Blaine's hand in his hair and smiled.
"So, Kurt, tell me more about yourself." Blaine spoke softly.
"Like what?" Kurt asked.
"Anything and everything." Blaine murmured and moved the hand that was in Kurt's hair down to hold his hand.
"Alright. Let's see.. My favorite color is turquoise. I've always loved fashion, never really liked sports. That's probably due to the horrible outfits and sweat." He cringed a little, thinking about the football uniform he had to wear. "I've been on the football and the cheerios team,"
"Wait, What?" Blaine's head snapped up a little.
"Yeah, it's a long story. I wanted to impress my Dad, so I joined the football team. The cheerleading.. that's just.. a different story. I did sing a whole song in French though." Kurt beamed.
Blaine raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.
"Anyway. I watch The Sound Of Music at least once a week. I have a collection of tiaras, don't tell my Dad I still have it. Aand.. I've kissed a girl before. That's all I can think of.
"A girl? Who?"
"Er.. I'll tell you later.." Kurt flinched at the memory.
"What about you?" He asked Blaine.
"Simple facts or the whole story?" Blaine asked.
"I would like to know the entire story.. if it's okay with you." Kurt rolled over, off of Blaine and onto the grass beside him. He reached up and moved a strand of hair from Blaine's face.
Blaine closed his eyes and started his story. "I was born into a pretty wealthy family. We've got a lot of investments, my Dad owns basically a whole chain of stores down the highway. I never really had to worry about anything up until I was fourteen. We would go to the drive-ins every other weekend and watch the latest movies that came out. I think that's why I love Disney movies so much. My Dad and I were really close. We would go to football games together every weekend and eventually I was playing football and my Dad was in the stands cheering me on. My Mom was really close too, I would go shopping with her... as long as she took me to the toy store. Sometimes she even let me wear my spiderman suit to the mall." Kurt grinned, imagining a tiny Blaine running around the mall in a spiderman suit. "But when I was in sixth grade.. things just got weird."
Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him until their sides were pressed together. He wrapped an arm under Kurt, and Kurt did the same.
"I noticed how all of my friends were suddenly dating, growing, maturing. I matured the same time as them, you know, my voice deepened a little. But I just didn't grow. I think I stopped growing in the eighth grade. I was taller than a few boys in the sixth grade, but they towered over my by then." Blaine stopped for a moment. "Anyways. I just didn't get why I didn't want to go out with anyone. It was the cool thing to do, so I eventually asked a girl out. Her name was Violet. Violet Smith.. something like that. I was a little popular, being in the football and soccer team. I was well known. We went out for a few weeks, but I broke it off after she tried to make out with me. I just thought it was gross."
Kurt remembered how he felt kissing Brittany. He didn't really enjoy it at all, not because it was sloppy, but because it was with a girl. He wrapped his other arm around Blaine as he went on.
"I realized how I felt around guys, then. I didn't want to tell anyone. Well, I eventually told my Gramma, she supported me as always. But I was terrified to tell my parents. What would they say? What would my father do? I broke the news to them that summer. My Dad was furious. 'We didn't raise you to be a fag.' 'You're a disgrace to me.' Those two things just stick with me. I think that's why I try so hard, to be good at everything. I want to prove to him that I'm not a disgrace. I'm just as capable as anyone else. My Mom just sat in the background and said nothing. I remember her face. It showed some emotion just one time, the face she got when they noticed something was going wrong with one of their businesses. I noticed that they just saw me as an investment then. Both of them did. They wanted the perfect family, and I ruined it." Blaine was crying a little, tears were running down the sides of his face.
"Blaine, I'm so sorry." Kurt kissed his cheek and wiped off the tears as Blaine cried.
"It's fine. I learned to live with them, to keep my mouth shut. Not say anything. They shipped me off to Dalton the first chance they got. I'm actually glad I went. Wes, David, and Jeff helped me. They approved of me, and I was grateful for some kind of approval for once. I buried myself in music and homework, I ignored the rare phonecalls from my Father. He was usually just asking if I could stay during the holidays. I got the point after the third Christmas. They always sent me a small gift, probably because my Gramma made them. Usually just money. When I'm off school, I usually just stay at my Gramma's. My parents don't care and she's amazing."
Blaine suddenly stood up, tears were streaming all the way down his face. Kurt stood too. Before Kurt was all the way up, Blaine had his arms wound around Kurt, squeezing him. "I'm so glad I found you, Kurt. And I'm sorry I forgot. You're the most important thing to me, don't forget that."
"Blaine, I won't. I love you." Kurt cried too. He cried for Blaine, he cried for how unfair the world was to everyone. No matter who you were, everyone was always put down for something.
"And now I have to go to this stupid trial tomorrow, my Gramma wants custody over me for the next year. I know she'll get it. Luckily, my parents had these cameras built in to the furniture a few years back. They're so paranoid that something will get ripped away from them. Something valuable. But my Dad forgot about the tapes until the officers came to investigate. My Gramma told them. They've got all the proof and I'll never have to go back there again." Blaine hugged Kurt tighter and buried his face into Kurt's shoulder.
"Would I be able to come?" Kurt asked.
"It's not open to the public. I wish you could, and I think you should, but they've already got the proof." Blaine shrugged.
"Alright. I'll be waiting with a medium drip at the Lima Bean." Kurt grinned as the other boy looked up at him.
"We better get going. It's looking pretty dark." Blaine spoke.
The two boys walked back to the car, hand in hand, smiling like crazy.
Please review! I would like to know if you all would like me to expand on it, make it longer than 12 chapters. I do have another idea for it... but I'm not sure..
Thanks!
