Sweet Dreams
(Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters unfortunately.)
The summer air was blowing as Blaine hopped out of his car. He straightened up and locked his car, leaning down to catch a glimpse of his appearance. After fifteen months together with Kurt, he was still nervous about his appearance. He had to look good because Kurt always looked breathtaking. He walked up the sidewalk to the familiar front door. As he went to knock, the door opened. Blaine became face-to-face with Burt.
"Hey, Kid," Burt greeted. He donned a light jacket with his regular baseball cap, keys in his hands. "I was just about to leave. Kurt practically forced me out of the house saying that you two needed 'alone time'. I am needed at the garage anyways."
Blaine nodded, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry for kicking you out. I you want to stay, that's fine. I think we are just going to bake cookies and watch movies."
"One of the main reasons he wanted me out was so I didn't eat all the cookies. He has no faith in me, though his baking is delicious." He smiled softly. "Now you two behave. I don't want to know about what you do behind a closed door, but I want to make sure you treat Kurt-"
"I treat Kurt like he's supposed to be treated," Blaine supplied on autopilot. He's heard this speech a thousand times. "I got it, Burt. I would never think to do something that would hurt him. You know how much he means to me."
"That I do, which is why I'm allowing you two to be alone together," Burt laughed. He switched places with Blaine, starting backward towards the driveway. "I'll be home later around dinner time. Make sure you and my son aren't doing something you aren't supposed to be doing?"
Blaine saluted. "Will do, Sir," he joked with a bright smile. "See ya, Burt. Have a nice time at the shop."
Burt nodded before turning around to continue to his car. Blaine watched as he pulled open the door, but stopped to look at Blaine. "See ya. Go in and see my son. He's been waiting all morning for you to get here."
Blaine didn't wait until Burt left to go inside. He shut the door soundlessly, smelling the familiar scent that was the Hummel-Hudson's. He toed off his shoes before wondering through the living room and stopping at the kitchen opening. Kurt was standing at the counter, an apron tied securely around his slim waist. Blaine cocked his head, leaning against the door frame. Kurt was stunning. The older boy's eyes flickered around the counter to where all the ingredients were scattered out. His body swayed softly as he hummed quietly under his breath.
Blaine may have taken five minutes to admire his boyfriend's long legs, nice ass, broad shoulders, and sharp jaw line. He didn't care because he was allowed to for as long as he wanted. Kurt swayed his hips a little as he picked up a whisk, his humming growing louder. Finally, Blaine couldn't hold it any longer. "Hey, you."
Kurt jumped, letting out a little yelp. He spun around, laying his eyes on Blaine. "Don't do that again. You could give someone a heart attack." He relaxed instantly, leaning back on the counter. "So, how long did you check me out?"
Blaine laughed, it ringing through the quiet kitchen. "Oh Kurt, you know me so well." He moved across the kitchen until he was standing right in front of his boyfriend. "Hi."
Kurt laughed softly, reaching out to grab Blaine's hands. The summer had been rough for Kurt, and Blaine hated seeing how defeated his boyfriend was. It took a couple weeks until Blaine was able to make Kurt see the NYADA wasn't the end of everything. They had just been getting back to normal in the past few weeks. "Hi," Kurt said softly.
"How are you?" Blaine asked curiously, taking a step forward. Kurt shrugged, his smile growing brighter. "Your dad told me that you kicked him out so we could be alone."
Kurt ducked his head sheepishly, looking up through his eyelashes at Blaine. "I just simply hinted that we haven't had alone time in so long, and with everything that has happened, we deserve this. I miss you."
"You see me everyday," Blaine answered with a smirk.
Kurt's eyes widened innocently. "I can't remember the last time we were together," he murmured, tugging Blaine even closer. Blaine wrapped his arms snuggly around Kurt's waist and Kurt brought a hand up to rest on his boyfriend's chest. "You know, together, together."
"Was this your idea to get me alone so you can have your way with me, Kurt Hummel? Baking cookies and watching movies. I didn't know you had an alterative motive."
Kurt giggled, leaning forward to place a quick peak to Blaine's lips. "No. I wanted you to come over so we could be together, Blaine. If we get a little carried away later… so be it. Now cookies."
Blaine watched as Kurt pulled out of his arms and turned to the counter. "You aren't going to be mean to me like last time, are you?" Blaine asked, not joking at all. "Because that was really scary. You were so demanding and you just had this look in your eye when I burnt them."
"I told you to get them out!" Kurt said quickly in a light hearted manner.
"It's not my fault my sexy boyfriend had his tongue down his throat," Blaine defended. He accepted the offered apron and let Kurt tie it behind his back.
"Well you look particularly cute that day, I couldn't help myself. Now how about you preheat the oven to 350, please?" Blaine turned to listen when he had a hand slap his ass. He smiled before turning to shoot Kurt a look. "Oven, Honey."
Blaine laughed to himself before turning the oven on to the correct temperature. They moved together as they worked to prepare the batter. Blaine would do something wrong and Kurt would laugh before fixing it. Blaine spent more time wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, watching him work over his shoulder than anything. Kurt was so good with his hands though. So long and so nimble as they moved quickly to measure everything.
"Will you stop that?" Kurt asked eying Blaine as he stuck his finger in his mouth.
"Wha?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You are eating all of my dough, Blaine. Not only are you gonna get sick, you aren't going to leave any to bake. My dad will then be suspicious, and he will think that we didn't bake cookies all afternoon."
Blaine smiled around his finger, before swallowing the delicious dough. "Sorry. You just make the best cookies, I swear. It's ridiculous." He saw Kurt smile, and he couldn't help but lean over, pulling Kurt's chin closer to him. "And you love me, so you don't really care if I keep eating it, do you?"
Kurt blushed a dark red and Blaine has never seen nothing cuter. "Maybe if you give me a kiss?"
Blaine laughed softly before closing the space in between them, kissing Kurt's lips tenderly. He let his eye's slip shut as Kurt leaned into him. The older boy brought his dirty hands up to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck, removing all the space in between their bodies. Blaine deepened it even more by sliding his tongue in Kurt's mouth, moaning at the closeness. He had his hands twisted in Kurt's shirt when Kurt pulled away.
"That's enough," the older boy said breathlessly. "We'll get to that later; right now we have cookies to bake."
Blaine moaned his disappointment. "Cookies suck," he mumbled. He found himself playing in the flour ingredients for the next batch. If Kurt saw him, he would definitely scold him, but he was making a moat in the middle of the large pile. Blaine was a little kid at heart.
"You are a toddler, I swear," Kurt laughed after a couple quiet minutes. "I leave you alone for five minutes and you are messing in things you aren't supposed to."
Blaine grinned up at him with a huge smile on his face. Kurt laughed suddenly, shaking his head. "Honey, you have a little something on your cheek, right there." He motioned with his finger on his own cheek, and Blaine reached up to wipe it away, receiving another giggle from his boyfriend. "You made it worse."
"Kuuuuurt," Blaine drawled out, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. "Help me?"
Kurt rolled his eyes with a exasperated sigh, but a fond smile on his lips. He closed the space between them, licking his thumb before wiping it across Blaine's cheek carefully, brow furrowed in concentration. Blaine ran his hands subtly through the flower before bringing them up to wipe on Kurt's cheek. The younger boy's mouth fell open as he pulled his own hand back. "You just did not do that, Blaine Devon Anderson."
"Oh, I think I did though," Blaine quipped back as he flicked his fingers at Kurt. A cloud of dust shot at Kurt, and the boy closed his eyes, squealing a little. When Kurt opened his eyes again, Blaine smiled innocently. "Oops. What are you gonna do about it?"
"What am I…?" Kurt looked around before grabbing the bowl containing the dry ingredients. Without thinking, he dumped it on Blaine's head, covering the boy in a white power. "Whoops, slipped."
Blaine wiped his eyes clear before grabbing the first thing he saw: an egg. "Don't you even think about it, Blaine. That is not good for my hair, and we both know how much my hair means to me."
Blaine bit his lip, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Kurt opened his mouth, but Blaine smashed the egg on his head without a second thought. He knew that he'd be in trouble, but it was worth it. "I'm sorry; it slipped."
Kurt took a deep breath before taking an egg himself and smashing it on Blaine's head. Blaine didn't mind, but he moved to grab the sink hose, turning on the faucet. "Blaine," Kurt said hesitantly, holding up his hands. "Don't do something you're gonna regret."
Blaine grinned, tilting his head slightly. On one hand he could do it, make Kurt upset and mad for the rest of the night, but on the other hand, he'd have bragging rights and he would be the champion. He may even make it up to Kurt by giving him a kiss. He decided to go for it.
Kurt squeaked as the water hit him. Blaine laughed, but Kurt surged forward, tackling him. They fought for the sprayer, both getting soaked in the process. Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist when the boy took hold of the sprayer, but he just turned the water on Blaine, spraying Blaine's face with ice cold water. Finally, Kurt let up, and Blaine gasped for air.
"Learn your lesson?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was positive that he was gloating a little.
"News flash, Babe," Blaine said looking down at Kurt's appearance. "You're just as wet as I am." Blaine looked around before grabbing the flour bag. "Now I bet this would look great on that skin of yours."
"Blaine-"
It was too late; the contents were spilt all over the boys, sticking to Kurt's wet skin. "I'm seriously going to kill you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt exclaimed, launching himself at Blaine, who slipped on their water mess, and they both fell to the floor with a thud.
It hurt. Blaine's back and ass ached as he laid on the ground, Kurt on top of him, but not for long. Kurt sat up and straddled Blaine's thighs, looking down at his boyfriend. Blaine held back a laugh as he took in Kurt's white, floury skin. "Well, well," Kurt smirked. "What do we have here?"
Blaine laughed then, gazing up at his beautiful, floury boyfriend. "Would a sorry help?"
"Oh no," Kurt answered honestly. "That was out the window after you sprayed me with the damn water. You are going to have to beg now, grovel at my feet, and become my slave for my forgiveness. I'm going to fight back with the only weapon I have."
"And what's that?" Blaine asked curiously, seeing nothing in Kurt's hands. "You aren't that intimidating."
"Oh, but you don't remember that I know your body as well as you. I know where your weaknesses are, where I can make you fall apart, where I can make you fill with pleasure, and where I can tickle you until you cry. I think that's enough punishment for you."
Blaine's smile faded, because Kurt was right. He knew where he hated to be touched. He was at Kurt's mercy. "You don't want to do that, Kurt. I promise. You are going to get no satisfaction out of that."
Kurt had a devilish gleam to his blue eyes. He looked insanely hot right now. "Oh but I will, Sweetie. And you'll pay so much for it." He moved his hands as Blaine tried to push him off, but Kurt's thighs had him pinned to the floor. "You aren't getting away until I'm done with you."
Blaine screamed as Kurt's hands moved over his body. He absolutely hated it when he was tickled. He felt so useless. "KURT!" he proclaimed as Kurt dug his fingers in Blaine's sides. "STOP!"
Kurt laughed loudly, not letting up. Blaine suddenly jerked harshly, making Kurt lose his balance. Blaine took that as an advantage, moving until he had Kurt pinned to the floor. The older boy whined as he squirmed. "Not fair, Blaine!"
"Payback is a bitch, huh?" Blaine asked with a smirk. He ignored Kurt's glare before moving to tickle him, but Kurt pushed him away. They tumbled around on the floor, pushing and clawing at each other. It was getting pretty nasty. Kurt even reached out to get Blaine from crawling away, tearing his shirt as he grabbed it and pulled back. Blaine was able to get Kurt's arms stilled, but Kurt wasn't giving up. He had to be stubborn, so he brought up his knee to try and push Blaine away, but instead he kneed Blaine in the privates.
It felt as if the air had knocked out of his lungs as the pain flooded through his body, radiating from his dick. He fell to the floor with a groan, curling in on himself. "Blaine!" Kurt spoke and he sounded horrified. "I didn't mean to do that, Honey." Blaine felt his boyfriend's hands on his arm and shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
Blaine groaned in response, squeezing his eyes shut tighter. "I didn't mean to hurt you. We were just playing around." Kurt placed a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "I love you."
"Love you," Blaine mumbled back, trying to get his breathing back to normal. God he forgot how much it hurt to get hit there. He let out another groan as he tried to move.
"I feel so freaking bad," Kurt said with such a hurt tone. "Hurting you wasn't my intention. I promise that I'll make it up to you." He paused before the timer went off. "Crap! The cookies."
Blaine heard him shuffle around the kitchen. The pain seemed to subside a little, and Blaine was able to sit up against the counter, breathing in and out. Kurt was back at his side after a minute, his eyes were wide. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be good in a second," he murmured, taking Kurt's hand in his own. "Don't worry about it though. It was an accident and I deserve it since I poured that flour on you."
Kurt laughed softly, scooting closer. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"
"There may be something," Blaine said softly, batting his eyelashes. Kurt laughed before leaning forward to kiss Blaine's lips faintly. "Much better."
Kurt giggled before standing up. He held out his hand to help Blaine up. "Now come on. We have cookies to finish, and then I think my shower is calling us."
Blaine grinned brightly, allowing Kurt to help him up. They worked on cookies until the last batch was baked. They were delicious, but what Blaine was really looking forward to was getting Kurt in the shower. "Come on," Blaine tried again, pulling Kurt's shirt. "We can clean up later."
Kurt gave him a look. "Promise that we'll do it later?"
Blaine smiled before nodding. "I pinky promise, now get your butt upstairs." He followed Kurt up the stairs before making their way down the hall to Kurt's room. Kurt was still tinted white from the flour, and Blaine's hair was slimy with egg mixed with his gel, his clothes still damp. "I'm gonna have to borrow some clothes."
Kurt nodded as he shut the door. He pulled off his shirt in one swift motion, wiping his face with it to clear any leftover flour, then he tossed it in the hamper carelessly. Blaine was able to get his torn shirt off and throw it in the trash can in seconds. He didn't have that many feeling for the shirt, so it was all right. He turned to see Kurt wiggle out of his pants, revealing black briefs that clung to his body. Blaine's mouth watered at the sight.
Kurt glanced over at that moment, locking eyes with Blaine, blushing delicately. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked quietly, his eyes raking down over Blaine's bare chest. "You look like you want to devour me."
"That's exactly what I want to do," Blaine laughed before winking at his boyfriend. He pulled his pants down and then his socks off. He looked up to see Kurt watching him intently. "You're beautiful."
Kurt's eyes flickered up to his, his blush spreading farther across his cheeks. "Shush, now how about we go get in the shower and stop undressing like we are in 'The Notebook?'"
Blaine laughed before nodding. They moved to the bathroom. Kurt turned on the shower and Blaine grabbed them both towels and Kurt's robe. Kurt had gotten rid of his tank top before moving to pull down his own underwear. Blaine followed his movement, tugging his down and off. Kurt's blue eyes sparkled as they flickered up to Blaine, smiling fondly. There was no more embarrassment about being naked anymore. He held out his hand which Blaine took without hesitation.
They had showered before, but they never got far before they got distracted. Kurt was always so sexy when the water was falling down on his perfect body. Blaine couldn't stop himself. This time though, Blaine held back his urges that made his body ache. He helped Kurt get the egg out of his luscious locks, and washed his body thoroughly, placing kisses here and there whenever he felt like it.
Kurt let out the most beautiful noises as he stood with his eyes closed, arms around Blaine's neck and shoulders. When Blaine was finished, he stood up from his position, kissing Kurt's plump lips chastely. "You are done," he whispered against his cheek as he nuzzled nose his against Kurt's wet skin.
Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he took Blaine's breath away with how stunning he looked in that moment. He knew that he'd get old in saying it, but his boyfriend was the most beautiful creature on his planet. He could spend all day just looking. Kurt blinked away the water droplets coming from the shower head. His contempt smile making Blaine's heart warm instantly. "You're turn," he murmured, pulling Blaine so they could switch positions.
Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt ran his fingers through his hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. It felt so good, that Blaine leaned into Kurt's body for support. Kurt chuckled softly, pressing a kiss on Blaine's temple. He ran his fingers through his hair until the suds cleared. Kurt pulled his sponge from Blaine's fingers. It felt so good to be washed and cared for, feeling Kurt gingerly kiss his skin every so often. It made Blaine's heartbeat quicken.
"I love you," Kurt breathed passionately after he finished. "There is no one I'd ever feel comfortable enough to be like this with for the rest of my life. It will only ever be you."
Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, pulling his close. "It's only you for me too." He brought a hand up to caress Kurt's cheek. "I love you so much."
Kurt grinned radiantly as he leaned into Blaine, kissing his lips soundlessly. Both boys closed their eyes kiss, putting everything they had into the kiss. Exchanging 'forever's' and 'love you's' without saying it. Somehow, Blaine managed to pull away from his very talented boyfriend to shut the shower off. He suffered the freezing bathroom air to wrap Kurt in a towel before wrapping himself in one.
Kurt shuffled forward and just rested against Blaine in an armless hug. Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's neck, feeling Kurt shivering slightly against him. "Let's get dressed, yeah?"
Kurt nodded, kissing Blaine's neck. Blaine offered him his robe, but he declined politely. Blaine walked into Kurt's room, drying himself off as he went, but Kurt had another idea. He dropped his towel and flopped down on the bed, closing his eyes as he sunk into the comforter stark naked, no shame whatsoever.
Blaine grinned as he dropped his own towel, crawling up the bed until he was hovering over his boyfriend. Kurt's face was neutral except the brilliant smile he was trying to hold back. "You're wet," he murmured. "If you soak my bed-"
Blaine kissed him gingerly, moving until his was completely on top of the boy. He pulled back slightly. "I think that's a risk you're willing to take, right?"
Kurt looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, I think I am," he said before pulling Blaine down to kiss him again. One thing led to another and Blaine found himself not very cold anymore, he was actually sweating as Kurt turned his head to nip at the other side of his neck. "We should probably get cleaned up."
"Why'd we decide to have sex after the shower?" Blaine asked with a laugh. "Now I feel all dirty."
"I'll clean you up," Kurt said as his head shot up, smile dazzling. He pecked Blaine's lips before disappearing into the bathroom, coming out with a washcloth. "It's no shower, but it'll have to do." He sat on his knees as he wiped himself and Blaine clean. Blaine watched as his boyfriend left his side again to go rummaging through his closet. "Blaine, I have some of your sweats that you left here a while ago. Do you want to wear them?"
Blaine frowned as he pulled on a pair of Kurt's briefs that had been thrown at him. "I would prefer something of yours, but that's fine if you want."
Kurt came out of his closet, briefs securely around his hips, a tank top covering his upper body. Blaine already missed his boyfriend's skin. Kurt carried a couple items of clothing. "All right, so I have your sweats that I'm going to wear since you don't want to." He placed the pile down before stepping into the pants. They fit Kurt perfectly, just the right amount of tightness. Blaine may have bought them just so he could leave them at Kurt's.
Kurt handed him a pair of his own sweat pants. "There you go," he said. He pulled on a sweatshirt over himself and Blaine knew that that was his too. It was the shirt he got at Dalton when he first transferred. It looked good on him, so Blaine wasn't complaining. Blaine put on Kurt's pants, smiling at how long they were. "Shortie."
Blaine glared up at Kurt before smacking his ass. "Not everyone can be a giant like you," Blaine mumbled with a pout. He tugged Kurt's sweatshirt on before zipping it up. The sleeves extended past his hands. "I'm so small."
"My small, sweet, and beautiful boyfriend," Kurt smiled. "Now come on, let's go watch a movie and eat some cookies."
Blaine followed Kurt downstairs and settled down in the living room. The kitchen mess was mutually decided to get pushed off to clean until after the movie. Blaine found himself pushed into the couch, with Kurt settled half on top of him and half on the couch, a blanket draped over them. Blaine was running his fingers through Kurt's drying hair as Kurt played with Blaine's free hand. Blaine loved days like these even if Kurt kneed him in the balls. He got to spend time with Kurt and he loved every minute of it. Eventually, both boys fell asleep.
"Kurt," Blaine heard another voice say. "Kiddo. Come on you two, wakey, wakey."
Blaine opened his eyes and it took a moment until they focused on Burt standing next to the couch. Kurt still fast asleep on his chest. "Hi, Burt."
"Hey, Kid," Burt greeted. He seemed satisfied that he had at least one of them up. "Can you get that one up? He doesn't seem to want to join us."
Blaine laughed as he shook Kurt. "Hey, Kurt," he whispered as he leaned up to kiss Kurt's forehead. "Your dad's home." Kurt mumbled something under his breath as he moved to slip himself farther between the couch and Blaine. "Sweetie, wake up."
Kurt jumped then, sitting his head up to look around the room. "Dad?" he asked as he saw his dad taking off his coat on the other side of the room. "Is it dinner time already?"
His dad laughed as he walked over to his chair, spotting the cookies. "I'm gonna take a couple of these," he informed them as he took the cookies off the plate. Kurt didn't fight him as he pushed himself up. "How was your day?"
Kurt nodded. "It was fun. We made cookies and fell asleep watching a movie."
"So we are just going to ignore the fact that you guys have on different clothing than when I left?" Burt asked with a smile, making Blaine choke on the cookie that he was trying to swallow. He knew that Burt was just joking, but it was still embarrassing.
"We made a little bit of a mess," Kurt said as he shrugged. "Someone thought it would be funny to play with the flour and the water sprayer."
Blaine blushed as he leaned his face into Kurt's neck. "I'm gonna go start on dinner," Burt announced after a couple seconds. "You behave. Blaine, you gonna stay for dinner?"
"Yeah, Burt," he answered.
Kurt giggled as his dad walked out of the room. "You should have seen your face when he said that about our clothes. I thought you were going to poop your pants."
Blaine pulled away and pouted his lip out. "That's not very nice. If your dad knew what we did earlier, he'd never let me be alone with you again."
"Probably not," Kurt giggled. He leaned forward and kissed Blaine tenderly.
"Do you wanna tell me why the kitchen is a disaster?" Burt called and Kurt pulled away. Both boys laughed as they got up from the couch and went to clean the kitchen together.
-1-
"I swear," Blaine started as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. "Mr. Schue is such a narrow minded person. All he cares about is himself, and if he doesn't get his way then he's like a little toddler. He thinks that he's the best glee teacher there ever was, but he doesn't even listen to us. I don't know why. His ideas are always so old. It's ridiculous. He yells at me because I went behind his back, maybe I want to win Regionals, Mr. Schue."
"You done?" Kurt asked in an amused voice. Blaine hummed his response. "I told you this a long time ago. He's selfish and he just doesn't care, but he usually comes to his senses."
"Oh, he did finally. I'm telling you, Kurt. Marley's original songs are fantastic. If we do one of them we got Regionals in the bag. I'm so excited he finally agreed to it."
"Just make sure that Marley doesn't start making out with whoever she's singing with like Rachel did. You guys will get disqualified for a second time."
Blaine laughed. "I think that the pressure in on her the most for this. It was her fault that we didn't win Sectionals, so if she messes up then I don't know. Glee's done. It's some of our last years, and winning last year just wasn't good enough. We want it now. I think we have what it takes though."
"Me too," Kurt said back. "At Grease it was a really good group of people. I will protest if you don't get a solo though. Your talent is just too good to waste. Mr. Schue's an idiot though. You'll be pushed to the back. This Marley isn't that good."
Blaine bit his lip as he walked back into his room from getting a water. "She is good, but I would love a solo. You know how much I love to perform. We sound like really awesome together though. We performed one of Marley's songs."
"Did you have a solo?" Kurt asked.
"No, but Kurt I don't always need a solo. That's not what it's about. I just want everyone to be showcased, you know? Like at Sectionals last year. Everyone had their own part to sing, and it was probably our strongest group performance together."
"That was really fun," Kurt said with a smile in his voice. "Talk to Mr. Schue about it though. Tell him about showcasing everyone's talent. I don't know; get it through to him somehow."
"He'll tell me that I'm trying to tell him how to do his work," Blaine muttered. "Coach Roz took over the Cheerios too; I'm set out on getting Coach Sue back though. Enough about me, what about you? How's New York since last week?"
"Rachel auditioned for Funny Girl," Kurt answered. "She was so nervous and a bitch this whole week. She sang 'Don't Stop Believin'' for it, which is an interesting choice."
Blaine was definitely interested, holding up a finger to Marley waiting on his bed. She shooed him away, holding up her magazine. "How'd she do? Good? I bet she killed it."
"She just found out that she got a callback," Kurt said excitedly. "I'm so happy for her though. Sure it's not me, but she's my best friend. She deserves this after everything with Brody and Finn. It's a good boost for her."
"You'll get your time to shine, Kurt," Blaine said. "Good things come for those who wait. If you believe in yourself, then it'll happen. People are crazy not to want you in their shows."
"Thanks for that. It means a lot to me to have some people support me." He paused for a second. "You saw my dad last Friday, right?" Blaine hummed a yes. "How was he?"
"He was good, Kurt, really good. You'd never know that he has cancer. He's not letting it pull him down. I always thought you got your stubbornness from your mom, but I see it in your dad. You totally got it from him. He is kicking this cancer's ass."
Kurt laughed at that. It was good to hear that about his dad. "I've just been so worried about him, you know? He is always brushing it off when I talk to him on the phone, and I hate it. I just want him to tell me how he's really feeling. I want to know if he's tired or if he's having a bad day. He doesn't have to lie to me. I can take it. I'm strong."
"You're the strongest guy that I know," Blaine answered truthfully. "He'll be okay, Kurt. He just doesn't want to worry you. And don't you dare say you don't worry, because you do. He's just as strong though."
Kurt hummed. "He is. I love him, you know? He's my absolute everything. I live for him. If something would happen to him then I'd… I have no clue what I'd do. Probably go into a depression and never recover."
"Don't think like that, alright? It's just going to make you worry even more about it than you already are. He's good for right now, but there's one thing that I can tell that's off. He misses his boy."
"And I miss him," Kurt huffed. "He doesn't know how hard it is being so far away from him for so long. He's my dad. I grew up with him for eighteen years. I love him. I just can't get up and leave again. Mr. Schue's almost wedding was something. I have to see what I can do later."
"Yeah," Blaine said softly. He knew Kurt was getting upset, and that's the last thing he wanted. "Just keep it in mind that he misses you. All of Lima misses you; I miss you."
Kurt's smile was evident in his voice. "I-uh-I miss you all too. Summer will be here before you know it. Have you got your NYADA letter yet?"
"No," Blaine said as his smile faded slightly. "But I still have hope. I don't even know if they have even sent them out. I'm too scared to go on the chat rooms because what if I don't get one? I'm not letting it get to me, though. I'm going to be fine." He paused before looking down. "I know that it's a long time away, but you'll go with me to prom, right?"
Kurt was quiet for a minute before finally speaking. "Of course. What kind of friend would I be if I said no? I forced you to my horrible junior prom. The least I could do is come to your senior prom. I'll find some way to come home for you."
Blaine couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. He wanted to do a little happy dance too, but Marley was still sitting on his bed, trying to hide her smile behind the magazine that she was looking at. "Thank you, Kurt. That means a lot that you'd come home to go to prom with me."
"I'm also coming back to see you graduate too. There are just some things that I don't want to miss." He paused. "I'm expecting a large bouquet of roses though, like the ones you brought when you came last fall." Blaine nodded because he knew exactly what he was talking about. His guilt and shame had forced him to buy the biggest flower arrangement possible.
"I will," Blaine promised. "Now I'm looking forward to it." He paused. He really felt bad for keeping Marley waiting. "I'll-uh-call you later? I've been so rude to Marley, and she's been so patient with me."
"Okay," Kurt said softly. "I'll talk to you later. Have fun with Marley."
"I will. Have fun with Rachel."
"Bye Blaine."
"Bye Kurt," Blaine said before hanging up the phone. He climbed on the bed to sit next to Marley. "I'm sorry about that. I invited you over to help write some songs and I'm on the phone for most of the night. I feel like a lousy friend."
Marley shook her head as she sat up straighter. "Don't even think that, Blaine. I understand what it's like with boyfriends-well friends in your case. I never want to stop talking to Jake. I totally understand."
"Yeah, well I could talk to Kurt for hours without running out of things to say. He just has that effect on me." Blaine blushed as he looked down at his hands. "Let's get writing?"
"Let's get writing," Marley agreed. She smiled at him before pulling her tablet on her lap. "Between you and me, I think we'll have a pretty amazing song."
Blaine beamed at her. "We're going to have the next biggest hit." They laughed together before starting. Blaine had to admit it; venting his feelings in song lyrics was pretty satisfying. He may just have to do it more often…
A/N: Hi guys! So… I was right. Hated this episode. It was absolutely horrible for me. It may have been good for you guys. I just don't really like Rachel Berry centered episodes, I tune out usually. The Finn/Puck was unrealistic for me for some reason. I mean, it may be realistic, but I thought that it was ehh. I'm glad he's back with Mr. Schue. Speaking of Mr. Schue… Still hate his guts. Don't you dare yell at my baby! The only good part was the Marley/Blaine/Sam/Unique song and Blaine/Becky/Roz part. They saved the episode. Also Evan Evans was pretty hysterical.
Ladies and gentlemen… I now get to inform you, if you don't already know that Glee has been renewed for a fifth… and wait for it… and sixth season. This means that we get TWO more years of Klaine! I'm so excited. I jumped for joy when I heard it! YAY! This means that you'll have me for two more years. Yep, I said it. I promise you guys this right now. You don't have to worry; I'll be back next year for season 5 and then season 6. I'll be writing the Klaine scenes that are missing! Hopefully Klaine are back together by then. ;)
If Ryan was telling the truth, Kurt gets married when he's 21... That means that it's coming up soon. One can only hope, right? :)
I'm so ready for these last three episodes, like bring them on! Full of Kurt, Blaine, and Klaine. I'm just so excited I can barely keep from doing a happy dance. I'll try and get the next chapter up as quick as I can!
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Final Note: Darren's vines are freaking amazing! He is such a little child! Now Chris just needs one. Come on Chris dooooo it!
Final Note Squared: So glad that Boston is okay, and that they caught/killed the bombers. It makes me sleep easier.
Final Final Note: My prayers go to the ones affected in the Texas explosion. I hope you all are okay!
-Chelsea