I took a tattoo on my arm today, it hurts like SON of a bitch... But I got this done, I did, I did, I did! Wohou!
Hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the song I use.
You know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change
If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same
-Just the Way You are, Bruno Mars-
"I have to go pick up Mercedes..."
Kurt had honestly just been baking for his best friend.
"Uh-huh."
How was he supposed to know Blaine liked whipped cream so much...
"Seriously, she'll have a fit if I... Oh, oh... Okay... Yeah, never mind."
...that he just couldn't wait until the cake was ready?
"I thought so."
I can't wear white with a straight face. But I'll have to rethink the china patterns then, too, and... and... ...
Only Blaine had the power to make Kurt's mind melt into porridge. Usually the countertenor could think about next day's dinner while keeping up a conversation but when Blaine was using his mouth for something else than talking, it was a whole other story. Mercedes was dangerously close to being forgotten when a certain pair of lips kissed their way down Kurt's flat stomach.
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"Come on, babe, let's take a shower before you leave."
Kurt had as much will-power to say no to that as Dudley Dursley has to a candy-bar. He let Blaine lead him to the bathroom, absentmindedly making up excuses for Mercedes.
I know I'm late, I had an emergency in the kitchen.
And Blaine wanted to change my clothes.
And then he took me to get cleaned up...
And...
"You smell so good..."
Kurt let out a noise that was something between a growl and a moan and pushed Blaine against the tiles of the shower before attacking his lips with his own. He completely ignored the amount of water they were wasting as they started to move in a way that probably wasn't safe when the floor was wet.
But then again, if he broke his neck and died here, he'd be happy...
"Have you lost weig-e-eeeight, OH God, Kurt!"
"No talking," Kurt ordered and Blaine nodded, his neck fully exposed as his head was arched back. The steam was making the glass walls white as Kurt pulled on his curls, curling them around his fingers. "I love you..."
No words were exchanged after that.
"Blaine Anderson! You explain that hickey on my bride and boy's neck right. now!"
Kurt cursed the fact that he didn't have a camera to take a picture he could blackmail Blaine with for the rest of their lives. The look on the half-Asian's face was downright terrified and Kurt was quite sure who the female-voice coming from the phone he was holding belonged to.
"Yeah, Mother..." Blaine mumbled over such high-pitched screaming it put Kurt's voice to shame. "...I will have to call you back. Hi, Mercedes!" Blaine's tone and smile were so charming they could turn the Wicked Witch of the West into a pile of goo but Mercedes was someone they couldn't fool. She narrowed her eyes and Kurt chuckled as Blaine actually swallowed air. "H-how was your flight?"
"Don't you how-was-your-flight me, you closeted animal! I waited close to an hour for Kurt here to pick me up and when he finally does arrive he has THIS," Mercedes pointed to the purple bruise. "on his neck and instead of flowers I get the worst excuse ever! So start talking!"
Kurt just raised his hands when Blaine shot him a pleading look. "I agree with her, it's all your fault."
"Oh, like you didn't enjoy it."
"Doesn't make it any less your fault. But Mercedes, try not to kill him, please? I have just finished my most awesome wedding invitations ever, it'd be such a waste for him to die now," Kurt said.
"I knew there was a reason you kept me around," Blaine beamed.
"Well, there might be some other reasons, too..."
"Yeah? Care to share?"
"No, you'd use them against me."
"Aww, babe, I'd never do that."
"Wouldn't put it pass you, you little..."
"I did not come here to be ignored!" Mercedes said loudly enough to shut up the two others. "I demand an explanation!"
"Doesn't she sound a little like Rachel?" Blaine commented. He would have understood his mistake without the look on Kurt's face but Mercedes' shocked shriek made him wish the floor would swallow him and send him to China.
"You take that back!"
To be perfectly honest, that didn't really convince Blaine that he had been wrong, but he valued his life too much to admit that. "I'm so..."
"Oh, whatever. Just leave so we can talk about you. Shoo, go, out!"
"But I..."
"Blaine, honey," Kurt interrupted. "Why don't you go pick up some dinner, huh?"
"Am I being kicked out of my own home?"
"Serves you right for seducing my innocent, little Kurt. Now go!" Kurt shot a flabbergasted Blaine an apologetic smile when Mercedes all but pushed Blaine out of the door, only giving him time to grab his wallet and keys. "You may come back in an hour," Mercedes announced. Blaine sighed, defeated, blew Kurt a kiss and went to the elevator. Once the the doors of it had shut, Mercedes shut the door of the apartment and turned to Kurt. "Is it bad that I don't feel bad?"
Kurt smirked. "You're becoming evil."
"Well, in my defense, if my flight had not been delayed, you really would have been late. Whatever possessed your to have sex in that kind of a hurry?"
"...I love him?"
Mercedes giggled. "Okay, fine, I think that's a reason good enough. Alright, White Boy, I'm here for three days and I'm all yours. Let's do some planning, shall we?"
"Oh my gosh, Kurt, it's so beautiful!" was the first thing Blaine heard when he came through the door 62 minutes later. "How did you have the time to make it?"
"As I have already told Blaine, I am a master of multi-tasking. Stand still now, I think it needs to be taken in a little bit. Oh, hey babe!"
"Hey yourself," Blaine replied to Kurt's happy greeting. Mercedes was standing in front of a long mirror in the middle of the living room in a gorgeous red dress. Kurt was on his knees next to her, poking pins through the fabric. "Mercedes is right, Kurt, this has to be one of your best dresses ever," Blaine said, putting down the take out bags.
Kurt beamed. "Why, thank you! I'm just satisfying my need to design something fabulous for the wedding since I won't be planning a wedding dress." He sighed "Unless..."
"Aww, honey!" Blaine said quickly. "As magnificent as I'm sure the dress would be, I think we both know that'd be a bit much, right? Right, Kurt?" If the silence didn't then the look on his fiancé's face worried him a bit. "...Kurt?"
The laughter came as an immense relief. "Oh, that WAS mean. Look at him, he looks like he's too scared to come to his own wedding. Calm down, Blaine, Mercedes just wanted to get back at you for making me be late," Kurt said. "I think just a pair of black tuxes would be the best way to go," he added.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't mind a different color," Blaine said, frowning at Mercedes who was sticking her tongue out to him through her smirk.
"Trust me, I thought of every possible color, made sketches and everything but I still think black is the way to go. The final contester, white, was crossed off just a few hours ago."
"Why – oh!"
"Yeah. I'm traditional like that," Kurt announced.
"I bet you wouldn't be if you really thought you looked better in white than black," Mercedes said, still admiring her view in the mirror. "Not that I mind that all the eyes will be on me."
"Oh, you wish. I'll fab it up with an awesome hat or something," Kurt smiled.
"Fab it up? Man, you really are gay. Oohhh, Blaine, I smell sweet and sour chicken. You are not a total waste of space after all!"
–
Blaine yawned and rubbed his eyes while typing a one last question mark to his column. Kurt was sleeping soundly next to him, his long fingers holding loosely onto the sleeve of his pajamas. Blaine smiled fondly, took a hold of Kurt's hands and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently before he quietly got off the bed. Kurt stirred but didn't wake up as he tip toed out of the room to get some water.
"You still up?" he asked Mercedes who was watching some midnight action movie in the living room.
"It's only 9 pm in California," Mercedes pointed out. Blaine noticed she had the same talent to look fresh out of the shower until the very end of the day as Kurt. "This sucks though... I couldn't find your remote so I had to settle for it," she added, pointing at the TV.
"Oh yeah, sorry... It's in the bedroom, it works for both TVs and we broke the other one. I can go get it if you want..."
"Nah, it's cool. Wanted to talk to you anyway," Mercedes said, shifting so she was sitting on her knees. "I'm worried about Kurt."
Blaine blinked. "Why?"
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed. He's like half as big than what he was when I last saw him! Is he on a liquid diet or something?"
All thoughts of getting water left Blaine's mind. Now that he started to think, he remembered almost asking Kurt if he had lost weight just that morning.
But Kurt did eat! He did! Sure, he pointed out quite often that they should find time to make food themselves but he didn't say no to the sushi or noodles or chili that Blaine brought home. The only thing he flat out refused to eat was fries. Or anything from McDonald's or Burger King for that matter. Or Subway. Or Taco Bell. Or Dunkin Donuts. Especially Dunkin Donuts.
"Oh God..." Blaine mumbled. Man, he would hate himself for not noticing if this was true. "You don't think he's...?"
"No," Mercedes said. "He's too smart for that."
"Then I don't get it! He eats breakfast in the morning, I bring home dinner..."
"Do you know if he eats anything in between?"
No, Blaine realized. He didn't know.
"It might not be intentional," Mercedes said. "He's just under a lot of stress. I was serious when I asked how he had found the time to make that dress for me. It's not like he's in that much of a hurry, the wedding is still almost almost half a year away."
"He is getting more customers now that Rachel wore his dress to the premiere event of her latest production," Blaine said. "That doesn't make it any less serious, though! I don't want him to starve himself! God, I can't believe I didn't notice sooner!"
"Don't blame yourself, Blaine, from what I gather you are pretty busy, too..."
"I am but that doesn't change the fact that..."
"...and there is a slight chance that he's dieting on purpose."
Blaine just stared at Mercedes for a good minute. "Why... Why would he do that?"
"He's getting married."
"So am I! And he's perfect!" Blaine said, looking at the door of their bedroom. "He's more than perfect, he's... he's amazing!"
The only sound in the room was a distant noise of a siren.
"You're so totally forgiven for earlier."
Blaine turned to look at Mercedes again. The girl was looking back with her head slightly tilted. "I am?"
"Yeah. You love him so much..."
"More than anything."
Mercedes smiled kindly. "I'll keep an eye on him while I'm here, I'll make sure to take us to the best all-you-can-eat buffets on Manhattan! If this is more serious than what we hope it is then we'll fix it, well in time for your big day."
"Thanks, Mercedes. I mean it, thank you!" Blaine said, stepping forward to give her a hug.
"I love him, too, you know. Now go to bed, you look like you could sleep standing!"
As Blaine climbed back to bed, he took a good look at his boyfriend. He looked paler than normally although that could have just been a trick of a light. He hadn't moved an inch from where Blaine had left him.
"You're beautiful, Kurt," Blaine whispered, putting his arm around Kurt's waist. Kurt let out the softest of sighs, leaning into the touch. Blaine kissed his forehead before his eyes fell close almost on their own.
Don't worry you guys, I'll still keep it as light and fluffy as possible! I mean, I'm bringing Wes and David back in the chapter after the next, how could it not be light?
Anyway, I just noticed that if I don't start skipping a month or two here and there then this story will actually reach the wedding chapter in November. Now, I don't have that much time so... Yeah. After the next chapter or the one after that I'm going to skip to... somewhere. Haven't decided yet. Have to make a couple of decisions about the plot.
Hope you liked it, see you sooooooon!