"You two are OFFICIALLY insane," Kurt stated bluntly. The hunters seemed unphased by the comment.
"Kurt…"
"You don't actually believe them do you, Blaine?" The shorter boy broke eye contact with the countertenor and said, "I mean, call me crazy but I'm pretty superstitious and I do believe in the supernatural." Blaine adjusted himself so he was now speaking to the Winchesters as well. "Back at Dalton, there are rumors that there's a ghost haunting the old theatre across campus. So one night Wes, David, and I went to check it out. We got as much as a few flickering lights and some thumping backstage before Wes vacated," he finished with a chuckle.
"And no one bothered to tell me this?" Kurt asked irritably.
Dean was straddling a chair from the kitchen table with his arms resting on the top of the rungs. He was observing the two high schoolers behavior with his 'thinking expression' (mouth unconsciously open, semi-squinted eyes and a cocked head).
"We just didn't want to freak you out," Blaine assured. "I knew how much you hated horror films-"
"Are you two gay?" Dean blurted out.
The room went silent except for a few whispered scoldings from Sam.
"Uhm, yeah," Blaine answered after a brief moment.
"But we're not together," Kurt added quickly, "why do you ask?"
"Just, uh, wondering," Dean said dodging glares from his brother. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I uhm, am going to get food."
"I need to use the restroom," Blaine informed.
The two went their separate ways and left Kurt and Sam in the living room.
"Do you like him?" Sam asked curiously.
Kurt glanced around the room, "is it that obvious?" he asked.
"No. But I see the way you look at him. That's how I used to look at the person I loved..." he trailed off.
"Used to?"
"Yeah. Something… happened."
"You guys break up?"
"Not exactly."
"What happened? Kurt pressed.
"It's complicated. And it's all in the past, it's just Dean and me now."
Kurt nodded, not wanting to question him further seeing as how Sam was getting a bit uncomfortable. What does he expect? They just met barely 2 hours ago. Of course he's uncomfortable with sharing his life with a complete stranger.
"Just do me a favor?" Sam asked with pleading eyes. "Tell him before it's too late."
"I will," Kurt assured.
Kurt liked Sam. He was easy to talk to and not judgmental at all. He was pretty open, too. The two sat there for a bit, swapping tales and Kurt giving the other fashion tips.
Dean and Blaine on the other hand were a completely different story.
Blaine came out of the bathroom and saw his friend talking to Sam and decided not to intrude on the conversation. Instead, he made his way to the kitchen to accompany Dean who was attempting to make ravioli.
"Don't do this often, do you?" Blaine asked, obviously amused.
"Nope," Dean answered without turning away from the stove. "I stick to diner food or take out."
There was a bit of an awkward silence as Dean was struggling to open the can.
"You're not FBI are you," the curly-haired boys stated rather than questioned.
This time Dean turned to face the boy speaking. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, for one, my dad is friends with some FBI, and I'm pretty sure none drive a '67 Chevy."
"You know cars, I'm almost impressed."
"Breaking the stereotype," Blaine grinned. He went on, "my dad and I used to work on old cars together over the summer breaks. Rebuilding and fixing them up. Though I don't think it was to bond, more like if I got my hands dirty, he thought it might make me straight."
"Tough dad?"
"Yeah."
"I know what that's like."
The awkward silence returned. Blaine shuffled over to Dean and helped him open the can in which he abandoned while speaking with the boy.
"So you're not FBI," he clarified. Dean shot a glance over at Sam, who was now talking to Kurt about his hair and what products he uses. "It's all natural," he heard him say.
The elder Winchester sighed, "nope."
"So what exactly are you?"
"If you want a label I guess you can say ghostbusters. But we pretty much kill every evil thing out there."
"Like?"
"Like wendigos, werewolves, vamps, shtrigas, things. But you're the first leprechaun I've met. Congrats!" Dean said sarcastically. Blaine frowned. "Dude lighten up," adding a light and playful punch to the younger boys shoulder, "Kurt would totally like that too." Blaine blushed at the comment.
"I knew you liked him. Go for it, man!"
"I can't, it's complicated."
"Well it doesn't have to be."
"I want to be more than friends but that's not what he needs right now. He just needs a friend that will be there for him."
Dean studied his face for a moment. "Who says you can't be both? Friend and boyfriend."
"I don't think he feels the same. He looks to me as his mentor or something."
"Maybe that's all you're playing out to be," Dean shrugged and tended to the close-to-done ravioli. Blaine and the hunter involved themselves in conversations with the topic ranging from football to cars.
"I guess I can keep you," Blaine joked.
The two boys met up with Sam and Kurt in the living room. "Looks like you two are getting along," Blaine whispered to Kurt while taking a seat next to him on the couch.
"I could say the same to you," Kurt returned with a smile that made Blaine's heart jump.
Dean reclaimed his seat and started chowing down on his midnight snack. "So do you have a plan?" The older brother asked between mouthfuls.
"I'm guessing you don't so let's think one up."
Dean purposely painted on a bored expression and over-exaggeratingly rolled his eyes.
"We'll leave you two," Blaine said.
He and Kurt got up from the couch and headed to the back rooms.
"I'll leave my room for them. By the time I'm finished going through my moisturizing routine they should be done and I'll take the couch."
"No," Blaine bursted out a bit too enthusiastically. "You can share a room with me. I swear I'm not a kicker," he assured with a smile. Kurt blushed and made his way to Blaine's room.
-x-
The Winchesters watched the two high school boys leave.
"Blaine's got the hots for Kurt," Dean said with a smirk. He met Sam's mischievous eyes.
"Dude, no."
"Come on, Dean. Kurt likes Blaine too and they're hopeless without us," Sam pleaded.
"We're not here to play matchmaker," Dean argued. "We've got a job to do. And they can't, you know... when they're dead," he finished with unhelpful hand motions.
"Come on, we just gotta hint both of them to make a move. Destiny will do the rest."
"I don't believe in destiny," he grumbled.
Sam gave his brother his signature puppy dog eyes in which Dean could not say no to. He sighed and said, "you owe me," with a pointed finger. "First priority is killing the wendigo."
"Of course. Now for the plan."
"Right. So you devise one while I think over by the fridge."
Sam sighed and let Dean do his thing.
-x-
"This is okay with you, right? If not I can sleep on the floor…" Blaine offered. Kurt was more than okay with sleeping in the same bed, but dared not admit it. "It's fine," he said coolly. The countertenor grabbed his night ware and moisturizing crèmes and made his way to the bathroom. Blaine started stripping off his t-shirt to replace it with a white cotton v-neck just as Kurt turned back around and was about to say something. Instead he closed his mouth and blushed at the rare moment. He couldn't help but glance to his waist (Blaine was facing the wall to Kurt's left). The older boy was slightly tanned and was dusted with trails of black curls leading down past his low-riding shorts and reaching from hipbone to hipbone. Kurt unconsciously started licking his lips at the sight. He could feel his length getting more erect the longer his eyes lingered on the older boy. Blaine rotated slightly so now his body was facing Kurt, though his head was hidden in the shirt he was struggling to get into. This new angle allowed Kurt to appreciate his stomach. The Warbler was toned. He could see traces of a six-pack without him even flexing.
Blaine finally got the shirt over his head and met Kurt's gaze. The heat from the countertenors bulge quickly traveled to his porcelain face.
"Sorry I thought you were in the bathroom already," Blaine said sheepishly.
"It's fine," Kurt managed to choke out before fast walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.