Sorry I haven't gotten to the supernatural aspects yet. I am trying to build up the plot a little. Stay patient, dear readers.
Last time on "Love Me Not":
Kurt was staring at Blaine. His voice was so pure and beautiful. And the lyrics. Did it mean something? Did it not?
Suddenly his dad, Carole, and the doctor walked in the room. By the rocks in his stomach, he knew it was time for results. He grabbed onto Blaine's hand and held it for dear life.
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Burt and Carole surrounded Kurt, everyone touching him somewhere, giving him support through touch. Kurt was staring at the doctor, his eyes wide and full of fear.
"I'm not going to be all dramatic. Kurt, you do not have cancer. You are a perfectly healthy young man. You'll need to take another day at least to let those vocal cords heal. But you'll heal fast. We'll see you every couple of weeks to check up on you, but other than that, this horrifying moment is over. Now enjoy the rest of your life, but try not to use that voice for another day," Dr Li said with a smile, and walked out of the room.
A cheer went up in that small hospital room, everyone grinning and hugging. Despite the pain in his throat, Kurt let his head fall back on his pillow, tears streaming from his eyes. He hadn't known how much stress he had been under, how scared he was, until it was all over. His body was shivering and shaking. Blaine stopped cheering when he realized the bed was trembling underneath him.
"Kurt? Kurt, sweetie, you're okay," Blaine said, running his fingers along Kurt's cheek.
Burt came over and gently drew his son to his chest, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's back. Rocking him slowly, he whispered in his ear.
"That's my boy. I knew you would be okay and you are. All this fear and strain is all over, buddy. I've got you now," he said as Kurt's body shuddered with sobs. Little squeaks came out of him as he cried. Eventually everyone started noticing the squeaks and smiles broke out. Burt lowered his son back on the bed as Kurt's sobs turned to hiccups and giggles, forcing the little peeps and screeches out of him.
Laughter slowly filled the room as the sounds Kurt was making lightened the mood. A feeling of joy and happiness took them over and the room was back to a spirit of celebration.
The rest of the day was spent entertaining Kurt, trying to get him to make the silly squeaking noises as he laughed. The doctor came in at one point to check on Kurt and had no problem with them making him laugh. It wasn't hurting him and that was what mattered. Blaine tickled him in the side at that moment and even the doctor couldn't help laughing. It was like a mouse on crack mixed with a Chihuahua with laryngitis.
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Kurt was released the next day and spent it in the hotel room his parents had gotten. Blaine had had to return to classes but promised to come visit that night. Kurt had been practicing making sounds, only stopping when it hurt, which it did more often than not.
Carole was taking care of him, mothering him, making sure he had what he needed. It was odd for him. Though his dad and step mom had been together for so long, it still felt odd to have a mother figure. For him, his dad was everything. Father, mother, and whatever else he needed. Carole was much better at the practical side of mothering. Burt was trying, offering Kurt so much food, the room service folks knew him by voice. That and he had at least five blankets and seven pillows stacked around the bed. The fact that Kurt spent most of his time out of the bed, pacing the room, irritated his dad, taking away the one way he was able to care for Kurt. He wanted Kurt in bed the entire bed. Kurt had to write on his white board many times that it was his throat that had been operated on, not his legs or arms. Burt just grumbled and went to sit in front of the TV.
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Blaine hurried back to the dorm and looked at his appearance before rushing out the door. He had missed Kurt today, but it had been good to catch up on his work. He had done as Burt had asked and gotten Kurt's assignments for him. The teachers all understood what he was going through and had given him a pass for the rest of the week, as long as he got his assignments done.
He sang on the way to the hotel, rehearsing the songs for the invitational for Extreme. He loved being in the group, had found a place full of like minded people who liked music as much as he did.
Finding a parking spot, he hurried up to room eight oh one, the best room of the hotel, apparently, and knocked on the door. Expecting Burt or Carole, he prepared himself to be polite.
But the door opened to reveal Kurt, looking utterly adorable in loose pajama pants and a t-shirt, his hair mussed.
"Hi Kurt! You look great," he said, wishing he could tell the young man that by great, he meant beautiful, breathtaking, even mouth watering.
Kurt put up a finger and looked like he was swallowing with a small grimace. In a tiny whisper, he heard a sweet sound. "Hi Blaine." Then he grinned, wide and proud of himself.
"Kurt, you sound wonderful! Great job," Blaine said, holding his arms open, giving him the opportunity to choose. Immediately, Kurt went into his arms and squeezed him tight. Blaine breathed him in, loving the natural, manly smell of the young man.
"Come on in, there Blaine. No need to stand out there just so you can hug my son," Burt's deadpan voice came from inside the room.
"Yes. Come in," Kurt whispered.
Blaine heard him, it was a tiny sound, but one full of warmth and filled Blaine's heart with such emotion, he almost wanted to call it love. But that was silly.
"Kurt, you need to watch how much you are using that voice of yours," Burt chastised.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at his dad. "Doesn't hurt. 's okay," he whispered. He turned to Blaine and pulled him over to sit next to him on the bed. "Sound different, huh?"
"Yeah, you do sound different, but who knows what you will sound like once you are all healed up. So far, it sounds like you'll have a beautiful voice. Who knows, maybe you will end up being a singer after all," Blaine teased.
Rolling his eyes, Kurt shook his head. "Not likely." He grabbed his white board and began writing quickly.
I'm so glad you're here. It has been SO boring all day and my dad is driving me crazy. Invite me to go down to the café downstairs for coffee. Please?
Blaine could understand. "Mr. Hummel, I was thinking of getting some coffee. Would it be okay if I took Kurt down to the little café downstairs? Just for a little while."
Looking over, Blaine could see Kurt giving his father his big pouty eyes, so beautiful and it was not dad proof.
"Don't give me the eyes, Kurt. Just take your cell phone and make sure you come back as soon as you feel tired. Take your white board just in case. I don't want you wearing your voice out. I wish you were still underage, Kurt. I'd ground your butt to your bed until I thought you were ready to get out and just walk to the bathroom and back," Burt grumbled.
Carole patted his arm. "He's doing just fine, honey. Better than even the doctors thought," she said, referring to the call they'd gotten from the doctor. Kurt had whispered into the phone and the doc said he sounded really good, healing fast.
Kurt was already in the bathroom, changing into jeans and combing down his hair, trying to style it without any product. He didn't care, though, he was breaking out of his mini prison.
Soon enough, Blaine and Kurt were headed down the hall to the elevator. Kurt was wearing a jacket, though they weren't going to even be stepping outside. He had his white board with him, as embarrassing as it was. But he knew his dad was only looking after him.
They were shown to a small table and Blaine gave their orders to the waiter. They sat close so Kurt could breathe his responses into Blaine's ear. Blaine couldn't help but feel flushed and feverish over the close contact. Especially the one time Kurt put his hand on Blaine's thigh to lean closer.
The young waiter came back and handed them their drinks.
Kurt smiled at him and quietly said, "Thank you."
The waiter stared at him, his breath coming quickly. "Y- you're welcome. Please, is there anything more I can get you?" He asked, a large, blissful smile covering his face, hope in his eyes.
Kurt blushed at the attention. "No, thank you."
The waiter looked crestfallen. "Please call on me if you have any need," he said, his voice pleading. He walked away, staring back at Kurt several times.
Kurt looked over at Blaine whose wide eyes matched his own. "What the hell was that?" he whispered.
"I have no idea. It's like he was under a spell or something," Blaine replied quietly. "I have never seen anything like that."
They talked quietly about the topic for a few more minutes until they changed the topic. Blaine told him about his assignments and Kurt whined as quietly as he could about it. Promising to help him with the topics he wasn't as good at, Kurt got happier and they talked about other things. Musical tastes, movies, books, travel stories; Blaine won that one. He had been to Europe. Kurt had been to New York.
Huddled together, still talking, a shadow fell over the table.
"I, uh, figured you had finished your drinks, so I brought you seconds. On the house," the waiter said, looking hungrily at Kurt.
"Oh, thank you," Kurt whispered.
The waiter handed one to Blaine without even looking at him.
Shocking them both, the waiter knelt next to Kurt. "I don't know if you are ill and that is why you are whispering, but I must know your answer. Here is my cell phone number, please call me anytime. But, please, would you have dinner with me? Please, it would be the answer to all of my dreams, the one word. Just say yes."
Kurt was truly creeped out and in shock from what was going on with this guy. He hoped Blaine would go along with what he was about to do. Glad that Blaine's hand was on the table, he clasped their hands together.
"I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend," Kurt said quietly. "I'm sure you will find someone soon. Now, if you would excuse us," he finished.
Immediately, the man rose and went back to the counter, his face withdrawn. Kurt could swear, he saw a tear streak down his face.
"Let's go," Blaine said, gathering Kurt's coat, white board, and his coffee.
Kurt nodded and took his coffee and they headed toward the elevator. As soon as the door opened, they quickly went in and hit the number for their floor. Just as the door was about to close, a hand held it open.
"Thank goodness, we caught it, I have got to get out of these shoes," a female voice said. Kurt and Blaine moved to the back of the elevator, standing close together.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have worn spike heels," a man said, holding the door for the two of them to step inside.
"Good evening," the woman said.
"Good evening," Blaine said.
"Hi," Kurt said quietly.
The man turned to Kurt. He had a wide smile on his face. "Hi there. Are you staying in the hotel? Would you like to go out for a drink?"
"Kevin! What the hell," the woman said, smacking his arm.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie. I finally found the person I am meant to be with. Please, say yes," he said, turning back to Kurt.
"No," Kurt said sternly. "I have a boyfriend and I would appreciate it if you left me alone," he finished, holding his throat in pain.
"I will leave you alone, but please, reconsider my offer," the man said, his eyes wide and intense.
The door ringed open for the couple's floor and the woman, Bonnie, pushed Kevin out, glaring at Kurt the entire way.
"What the holy fuck is going on?" Blaine asked, fury etched across his features.
Kurt shrugged, holding his throat in pain.
When they finally reached the door to the Hummel's room, Blaine turned to face Kurt.
"So, other than the crazy happenings of the evening, I seem to have acquired a boyfriend," Blaine said with a wink.
Kurt blushed. "Sorry," he mouthed.
"It seemed to help, so I didn't mind," Blaine. "I just wondered if this whole faux boyfriend thing gets me a kiss at the end of our little date."
Kurt turned even more red and gave a small smile. Blaine had been there for him as they'd entered crazy-ville. He leaned forward, eyes closed and pressed his lips softly to the corner of Blaine's mouth. He took in a deep breath as it felt like an electric shock shot through him at the contact. Unable to help himself, he shifted and kissed Blaine full on the lips. His lips were soft but firm at the same time. Kurt let out a breathless moan as their lips moved together.
Blaine couldn't believe this was happening. He had wanted to kiss Kurt since the very first time he'd heard this man and here they were, sharing the softest, sweetest kiss Blaine ever experienced.
When they pulled apart, they leaned their foreheads together, breathing deeply.
"That was amazing," Kurt whispered, his throat still sore.
"More than amazing. Your lips are magic," Blaine whispered.
After a moment, they stepped back. Blaine looked at Kurt, worried about his throat. "You need some rest for that throat of yours. Um. Are we going to tell your folks about the evening's happenings?"
They stared at each other for a moment. Then they both spoke at the same time.
"No."
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And weirdness abounds. What do you think? Reviews keep me typing. Odd, but true. It's like a magical power. LoL Have a good weekend, folks. I'll try to get a chapter out over the weekend.
