For those of you who are my regular readers (hugs to you all!), you know I have insomnia. So my updates come at crazy times when I'm actually able to type. Who knows, maybe it will add to the craziness of the story.
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Last time on Love Me Not:
"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 narrowed his eyes at him with a grin, then shrugged and leaned in.
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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They went back into the room and sat on Kurt's bed, quietly sipping their coffee. Blaine could tell that with the insanity of the night and trying to talk, he really needed some rest. His eyes were dull.
He leaned over to him. "Kurt, why don't you get some rest. We'll talk about what, um, happened when you come back to campus. That's tomorrow night right?"
Kurt nodded slowly and began writing on his white board.
Thanks for the date and helping me with the crazies and… for the kiss. Maybe we can try it all again sometime.
Kurt blushed a light pink and handed the white board to Blaine who scanned it quickly, a huge smile breaking out on his face. He used his hand to wipe the board clean. Then he took the pen from Kurt and wrote his own message.
I agree. More date. Less crazy. More kiss. I might even dream about your lips. Is that okay?
Winking and smiling, he handed it to Kurt who turned even more pink as he read the board. Blaine handed him the pen and gallantly wiped the board clean.
Very ok. Want to get to know you and your lips more.
Blaine smiled as Kurt bit his lip in embarrassment.
The feelings are very much mutual. I wish I could kiss you good night.
Kurt thought and then wrote.
Let me walk you to the door.
Wiping the board again, Blaine made his goodbyes to Kurt's parents. Kurt whispered that he would walk Blaine to the elevator. His parents smiled at them, not believing a single word of it. The two young men walked into the hallway, smiling shyly at each other.
Blaine gently pushed Kurt against the wall and kissed him near his ear before whispering. "You are going no further than right here. I don't need to practice my boxing skills on the next insane guy to fall in love with you. Did you notice it was only after you spoke? Anyway, we'll get into that later. Now, we were here for some kissing, right?"
Kurt smiled and blushed yet again as he nodded. Closing his eyes, he puckered his lips and Blaine wanted to die with how adorable he was. Those soft pink lips ready for his. Not wanting to disappoint, he leaned in and met those lips with his. They both sighed at the contact. Blaine felt the sensation down to his toes. Moving his lips across Kurt's, he gave a slight moan as Kurt lightly sucked on his bottom lip. Kurt scraped his teeth lightly over that lip and Blaine felt his body reacting below the belt. He knew that would be going too far, though all he wanted to do was rub his burgeoning erection against Kurt to see if he was feeling the same.
Instead, he felt a soft hand run down his cheek. Kurt pulled back, his eyes confused.
"What is this? What is going on between us," Kurt whispered so lightly, Blaine had to move in closer to hear.
Blaine blushed. "I'm falling for you, Kurt. Not the crazy kind either. I remember the first time I heard your voice and I knew I had to meet you. You were laughing with Mercedes and it was such a beautiful sound. That day when I asked you directions to a class and realized it was you, I couldn't have been more thrilled. And to have a friendship grow out of that was like a dream come true. But I had to tell you I'm falling hard. You don't have to say anything or respond in any way, I just had to make sure you know," Blaine finished, his honey eyes sincere.
"The night I called and asked you to take me to the clinic; yours was the first number I called. I could have called Finn or Mercedes or any number of people I've known longer than you. But when I thought about who would bring me the most comfort during this situation, I just called you," Kurt breathed against Blaine's ear. "You've been such a kind friend. And as we held hands, hugged, touched, shared the intimacy of this whole situation, I think I started to fall for you. I have definitely fallen for your lips and hands," he grinned. "Know what I wish?"
"What do you wish?" Blaine asked, his pulse thundering through his body.
"I wish you'd wrap your arms around me, body to body, and kiss me like you mean it. I know you're holding back a bit. While I appreciate it and it shows me how sweet you can be and how much you care, I need something else from you," Kurt uttered.
"Tell me what you need and I will do my best," Blaine whispered.
"Be mine? We can try it for a while and if we don't like it we can just be friends. Something in me feels like we would be rushing things, but it feels so right. What do you think?" Kurt said, twisting his hands nervously.
Blaine stared at him, his heart thudding in his chest. This couldn't be happening. Kurt had taken his secret desire and spoken it aloud. Be his? He'd been Kurt's since the moment he had heard him laugh across the café.
In answer, he did what Kurt had asked of him earlier. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, bringing their bodies flush and tilted his head to kiss Kurt like he'd always wanted to. He didn't worry about time or injuries or passersby or crazy lovesick people or school. Nibbling his way across Kurt's lips, he nipped at them until Kurt opened his mouth. Blaine's tongue stroked Kurt's and they both moaned at the sensation. Taking it one step further, Blaine sucked on Kurt's tongue, feeling the answering shudder in the body under his.
Placing his hands on either side of Kurt's face, he kissed him softly, then more firmly; more and more until he was thrusting his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Light moans rent the air and hands eagerly grasped at each other. Blaine's hands took hold of Kurt's hips and brought him even closer, giving his hips a small twitch. He didn't want to freak the man out, but he wanted Kurt to know what he did to him. He didn't keep doing it, though, because he knew that with Kurt's supple body willingly moving against his, he wouldn't last long. Already he could feel Kurt's burgeoning erection growing against his leg.
"You are mine," Blaine finally whispered into Kurt's ear. "I'll text you later." He thrust against him one more time, and nipped at his lower lip before walking away.
Hearing a small whimper, he looked back and had to pause. Kurt was completely debauched. His hair was a mess, his face red, lips swollen, pants tented out.
Feeling bad, he walked back to his boyfriend – boyfriend! – and took him gently in his arms. He hummed into his ear, a soothing tone, while rubbing his back. It took a few moments, but Kurt was able to calm himself enough to kiss Blaine goodnight after fixing his hair quickly.
They smiled happily at each other and Blaine waited for Kurt to get into the room before he walked to the elevator.
Kurt walked into the room and locked the door behind him.
"Hey buddy, we were just about to order something to eat. You hungry?" his dad asked, going over the menu.
Kurt sat next to his dad, leaning his head on the man's strong shoulder.
"They have crepes?" Kurt whispered, his stomach finally showing some interest in food. "Can I get it with some bacon?"
"Sure thing, bud," his dad said.
His dad called in the order and within minutes the order was delivered. The waiter set up their small table with the different dishes. He kept passing small glances to Kurt. Burt noticed too and stood in front of Kurt protectively. Kurt smacked his dad on the arm and gave him a raised eyebrow. The waiter asked if there was anything more he could get them.
Kurt couldn't help but see if it happened again. "Yes, please. Could I have some lemon and honey for my tea and a small slice of New York style cheesecake for dessert? Thank you," Kurt said in a soft voice.
The waiter's eyes lit up and his face glowed with instant infatuation. "Is that all I can get you, sir? I could bring you anything you want. I could even take you out somewhere if you'd like."
"Uh, the kid told you what he wanted now, get lost before you lose your tip. I want a different waiter to bring up the rest of the order," Burt said, standing directly in front of the waiter.
Though the waiter shrunk back from Burt, he kept trying to peek glances at Kurt around the large man.
"Please, sir, I will behave. I would love to continue serving the beautiful young man. Please," the waiter begged.
"This is ridiculous. Get out of my room and do not return here again. I will be reporting you to your manager," Burt growled.
"But, sir, I am in love. All I want is for him to be happy," the man pled.
"Out!" Burt yelled.
The man sniffled, but did as he was told, stealing one last, sad look at Kurt. "Good bye, my love," he said dramatically.
But slammed the door in the guys face and turned around, his face comically confused. "What the hell was that all about? Have you seen that guy before, Kurt?"
Kurt shook his head. He and Blaine had decided not to tell his parents, but now that his father had seen such a blatant display, he felt it was right to share. "But something like that happened downstairs, too. One of the waiters professed undying love."
Carole was staring at him, wide eyed. "How crazy!"
"That's not all," Kurt admitted hesitantly.
"There's more?" Burt demanded.
"When we were in the elevator there was a couple and the man asked me out right in front of his girlfriend or wife or whoever. I don't know why it's happening, Dad. But it's freaking me out," Kurt said honestly, his voice hoarse.
"Alright. Well, first things first, no more talking this evening. You sound too raspy and tired. Let's sit down and eat. Then you can have your dessert and go to bed. I'm going to call down and complain and ask for a female waitress," Burt said, all business now.
Kurt and Carole sat down and ate their late dinner, whispering between them on what could be the cause of what is going on. Burt finished on the phone and joined them. The conversation changed to what movie they all wanted to watch after dinner. When Kurt's dessert showed up, Burt met the person outside the door and didn't let them even have a glimpse inside.
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After his parents were asleep, Kurt texted Blaine.
K: Hi boyfriend! We are boyfriends now, right? Are you awake? It happened again!
Blaine texted right back.
B: Hi yourself boyfriend. :) I'm awake. Doing homework. What happened this time? You were supposed to be safe in your room.
K: We ordered a late dinner and I had to test it in front of my parents and merely asked to add a couple things to the order. The guy offered to take me out and when Dad got pissed, he begged to keep serving me. Sooo creepy. I spilled it all to my parents. I may need a bodyguard.
B: That's what boyfriends are for, babe.
K: Babe, huh?
B: Yeah, I think you're a babe, so I may as well say it to your face. lol
K: Hmm, what shall I call you? I have it! You are 'holy shit'.
B: WHAT?
K: Well, when we were making out, I felt 'you' against me and that was my first thought. Holy shit!
B: I can't decide if I'm going to blush or beat my chest like King Kong. :)
K: I have it. You are now 'Gorgeous'. I have spoken.
B: Well, if you have spoken, then some pour soul is in serious trouble!
K: I wonder what happened to all those guys after we left.
B: I don't know, babe. But I'm going to suggest you get some sleep. If you are now my boyfriend and going to be home alone in your single dorm tomorrow, I will require some heavy making out. You need to be rested.
K: I just got the most delicious tingle through my body.
B: Good! Oh and I highly suggest you don't talk around anyone on campus unless it's me or family. We seem to be immune to you. Now go to sleep.
K: Fine. xoxoxoxox
B: Sleep well. xoxoxoxox :P
K: Did you just slip me the tongue over a text.
B: Maybe.
K: ROFL See you tomorrow Gorgeous
B: Right back at you, Babe.
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Once Kurt heals, things will change even more and a beloved OC from another of my stories will be making a cameo. Can't wait to see how it works out!
