Chapter 9 – Reconciliation
Blaine had been weird for weeks. First of all, he refused all my tries of scheduling a make out session. Second, he wasn't talking to me much as he used to. Every time he had a problem, that he was hurt or something, he always came talk to me about it. He didn't do that anymore. And third, he barely listened me. I said something, he pretended he heard saying "uh", "cool", "nice", and then went back to dreaming awaken. Until that week.
I don't think that Chandler was a bad thing. Actually, it was great he showed up. I'm not the kind of guy who receives many flirts from people, especially in Ohio. But Chandler? He made all of the complements I never thought I would get in my life in less than a minute. He was great. And when he asked my phone number, I thought Why not? It's harmless. Wasn't that the same thing Blaine thought about Sebastian?
But when Blaine found my phone with all of those texts from Chandler, saying suggestive things about me, to me, he got nuts. He screamed with me, he showed me how hurt he was and I just couldn't see why he was so mad. Chandler was just a friend, right? Blaine did worse when he was friends with Sebastian and he was the one who caused that. After all, I only kept texting with Chandler because Blaine didn't say those things to me anymore, he didn't have more passion as he had in the past. He didn't have any right to be angry.
These were the arguments I used against my father when he found out the whole story and came talk to me.
"Kurt, you can't use these things to justify what you're doing! It's obvious that this Chandler wants something else with you. And you're letting he think that. It's not fair to him neither to Blaine. And look at that! One of them got out hurt!"
"Come on dad, give a help in here. Last time Blaine kissed me was two weeks ago. And I'm not so sure if that could be counted as a kiss."
"So just because Carole went out on a trip for a couple of weeks means I can hang out and have sex with another women?"
"That's not what I'm saying!"
"No, you're saying that just because Blaine isn't as nice as he was before and a guy is, you can talk to this guy about being boyfriends, just as a joke. Well Kurt, it doesn't seem as a joke anymore."
"And what am I supposed to do? Drag Blaine to a dark room, away from civilization and threat him to death unless he compliments me?"
"No. You should stop acting like a child and go talk to him to find out what is the problem between you both instead of just complaining how idiot he was for singing a song of cheating. And by the way, I support him in this last one."
I was speechless. My dad was a good adviser. I didn't (and I shouldn't) have any arguments against his words. But I got mad too with the last part. Blaine wasn't right by exposing our relationship in Glee Club. If he had a problem, he should have came and talked to me, not singing about it to everyone (although I didn't talk to him about the way he was acting).
I tried to call him, but he didn't answer. In the fifth call, he ignored after two rangs. I finally gave up and went to do my math homework. And that was super boring. I mean, how is it possible to do homework when you have a hammer pounding in your head? So I got an idea.
I decided to sing him If I Don't Have You for week's homework in Glee. He had exposed us both anyway, that wouldn't make difference.
I practiced It a lot. At eleven o'clock, my dad sent me to bed and I did. The next day would be a long day.
We were leaving the stage after singing My Love Is Your Love with the Glee Club when I asked Blaine, in private:
"Are you ok? I feel like we had that talk in Mrs. Pillsbury and we got out of there happy and stuff, but I'm scared you still have things to talk about. We can't stop telling things to each other. You got to talk to me."
He smiled to me. "Look, I'm still upset. Just a little bit. Not about the Chandler stuff, but remembering that you're leaving next year kills me. If there's something I can do about it? Yes, I can be a good boyfriend and support you no matter what. Next year will be tough to me, but I'll handle it. And I wanna enjoy the whole time we have until that happens. So yes, I am fine. But there's something we didn't do since we got better."
He said everything I needed to hear. Not a simple I'm fine relax. No, he actually showed me his emotions and even they not being the best, they showed everything would be just fine. That was all I needed. Well, this "all" was completed with the next.
"And that would be…?"
He went for a kiss on me. It was soft in the beginning, as the kiss I already knew and loved. But when I thought it was going to end, he went deeper in my mouth with his tongue. The rhythm of the kiss was getting faster and more desperate. He was holding my hips, but then I was pushed to the mix of walls and curtains from the aisle. When I noticed, he was sucking my mouth and I couldn't help but do the same with his.
Suddenly, we were in a desperate kiss, taking off our both clothes. No one was around, so we could do anything we wanted to.
He had just taken off his shirt when I went down to his neck. I gave him a hickey so strong that it stayed red for a couple of weeks. While I sucked him, he took off his pants and mine. I stopped kissing him for thirty seconds to take off my shirt, in which he helped. After we both make it, we looked at each other for a couple of seconds. He was the most beautiful view I had ever seen. But the cute moment ended really fast and we went back to sucking each other mouths. This time, his tongue wasn't as desperate as before. I took advantage of the moment, putted my mouth in his ear and whispered:
"Turn around."
If he weren't hard before, now he was. He did it as I told him to. And I decided to tease him a little bit.
Naked, I touched my whole body on his and passed my hand really slowly through his chest, touching his neck with my mouth. Not kissing, not pressing, just slightly touching. He moaned down, but I knew he was about to beg me to do it. When I reached his leg with my hand, I decided to start it.
Oh geez, that was one of my best performances. I went slow at the beginning and then went faster and faster and I'm pretty sure he had a huge orgasm. Or it sounded like that in my head.
I was laid in my bed, reading my fashion magazine when Carole entered in the room.
"Hi Kurt. How are you?"
I turned around to see her. "Hi Carole. I'm fine, thanks! What about you? What brings you to my bedroom?" I smiled after that to show I wasn't trying to look angry or something.
"Uh, well, I was taking a shower, and when I was drying my hair, I found something in the sink that belongs to you, I guess."
She showed me my necklass with the engagement ring and throwed on my hands, said goodbye and left the room. I got paralyzed. She knew. She knew it was mine. She knew Blaine proposed me. She shouldn't know it was mine unless she knew about the engagement, especially because Rachel spent a night in the house two days ago. It was more probable the ring being Rachel's. Unless she knew.
And she did.
Proud of this chapter. I really liked it.
Finishing the 3rd season soon! Kisses.