''That guy is a real dick,'' Santana commented while eating the spaghetti Alfredo she made for tonight's diner.
''I don't know. He seems like a cool guy,'' Kurt defended the principal subject of their conversation. He was beginning to be annoyed, because he didn't like to judge people and Sebastian seemed to be a nice guy. He included him in the conversations he had with Blaine, talked to him and was genuinely interested in him. That was the impression he had on the lanky, green-eyed man.
''You are too naïve, white boy.'' Mercedes shook her head, exasperate. ''Okay, San may have a tendency to bitch everything that is classy and luxurious… but she has a point. We know Sebastian Smythe, and he's a little brat.'' She concluded and Santana nodded, agreeing with her friend.
''If you don't want to hear what I have to say then fine. But listen to her, Kurt. She knows the Anderson and Smythe families since she's twelve years old.'' Santana said in a pleading voice as she suddenly got a faraway look in her dark eyes and signed. ''Anyways, don't be nice to him, because he won't.''
''Ladies,'' Kurt finally cut in, tired of it. He wanted to trust people; he wanted to have another friend if he could. He felt so lonely in New York, even with Rachel and Finn, because they all already had their college friends and places to go that it felt just nice to have friends and places to go, too. ''He seems nice to me. And now that Blaine and I are getting closer, it's nice to have the benediction of one of his closest and oldest friend. You know?'' He smiled and took another bite of Santana's good cooking. The two other friends looked at each other, worried.
''Boy, you fall too fast and too hard.'' Mercedes declared, taking a big gulp of her drink as she finished the spaghetti.
''Au contraire,'' he said. ''We are taking things slow. We just kissed for a couple of times,'' he said shyly, looking down. ''and it felt good.'' He shrugged as a smile bloomed on his too pale face. ''I don't know what we are right now, but the pace we're taking things are nice.'' Mercedes slowly nodded, fully understanding and agreeing that her friend took his time and proud that his old friend, Blaine, didn't rush things and seemed to take this 'whatever it is' and Kurt seriously.
''About that,'' Santana said as she took the empty plates and walked in the kitchen to put them in the sink in the beautiful kitchen of hers. When Kurt first came here, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was a spacious loft in the capital of Switzerland. The décor was modern with sparkly white couches, a big flat screen and portraits of artists that probably each costs more than his renting apartment in Brooklyn. The walls were a good bland of pure white, silver and cool blue colors to give the perfect characterisation of a modern loft; warm with the couches, and thrown pillows, cool with the colors and artistic with the paintings. As he saw Santana walking around in her cobalt blue and very tight dress and her high heel, he knew that this loft was design only for the Chef; cool and warm. They was a beautiful view of the city with the millions lights, the historical buildings mixing well with the new additions, the small streets –he was even surprise to see how, compared to big America, that everything was relatively small (the streets, the cars…) but he was loving it. Kurt's favorite part in this loft was the kitchen. Everything was sparkling silver, due to the metallic of the fridge, to the stove. She had an island with boots –Something he wanted for his future home, he thought. As a chef, Santana had to have a great kitchen and it was there that she made her own cooking show. Every year, for a couple of years now, she did her show in this very own kitchen. Her show aired primarily on Food Network, but it doesn't air during the summer, so she only had to focus on her job at the Casablanca's right now. The fall was when thing got tricky as she had to juggle with her career as a Chef and her seasonal job, her show.
''Are you sure you want to do this? I mean… Blaine's my best friend. But I'm sure you know the…''
''And I stop you right there.'' He glanced at her with a severe frown. ''I don't care about the gossips. I know that he's… more experience than me in the whole ``I have a boyfriend or I just want to have some fun tonight.''. But he was kind to me and he didn't give the impression that the magazines made him to be. He's a really nice guy and he didn't talk to me about sex, yet. So, that's a good thing, right? Besides, maybe that was the old him. Maybe he changed. Or he matured. Geez, girls, he's 22 years old. He surely can change the way he lives his life.'' He pointed out.
After a silent moment, where Mercedes looked at Kurt and gave him a reassuring smile, Santana came back from the kitchen with a dessert. ''You're right.'' She said, putting an English pudding in front of Kurt. She sat down and poured each of them a glass of milk because she refused to think that a dessert doesn't get serve with milk. ''I noticed a change in him. Maybe you are the key to bring the old, charming and so cute Blaine back.'' She teased Kurt with a smile. Mercedes laughed and took a mouthful of the dessert.
''It's too good to be true,'' she said. Kurt was confused. He knew about the little bratty side of Blaine because of the magazines that were always overjoyed to write about Blaine Anderson's missteps since he reached the tender age of sixteen. It was all forgotten when he began his friendship with him, though, as he saw a marvellous, brilliant and very kind young man. Perhaps he wasn't the same with him then the others, he thought.
Santana seemed to sense his confusion. ''He was a very kind and polite little boy,'' she began. ''A little bit on the nerdy side,'' she chuckled. ''He was a mama's boy… I am around his brothers' age, so when I started to work here, Charles introduced me to them and they were so arrogant, full of themselves, always bragging about their money and yadda yadda yadda. '' She rolled her eyes, but continued. ''Blaine seemed like the only person in this god damn family who speaks about other things and even though he was a teenager with a weird voice at the time and thick glasses, we became best friends.''
''And then, a year or so later, Blaine became this sort of guy who slept with everyone, talk back to his parents, change his attitude and he became the favorite of all the tabloids. He was only nice to his brothers, San and I.'' Mercedes finished. Kurt was confused and surprised. He knew of the drastic change through the years; who wouldn't? One day, it was a cute kid with a toothy smile and glasses with a mane as hair, and the other day, it was a sex-god with clothes de la haute couture, hair gelled to perfection –and sometime not- and lips very kissable and an attitude that screamed ''Come and get me''.
''But… why? It's as bad as the drastic changes of Amanda Bynes,'' he said and Mercedes snorted at the comparison.
''He told me he wanted to do what his brothers do once,'' Mercedes told him. ''We were thirteen and he told me he didn't like the way he was. People didn't take him seriously and he didn't want to live in his brothers shadows.'' She shrugged. ''In a way, I understand him. I mean, his life is public. Would you want to stay behind? Not getting the spotlight for once and always stay behind your brothers, like you don't matter? He's the youngest of five, it must be hard.''
''I get him, but it's just not the right way to do this. I know he thinks that his brothers are gods and they shit golden, but the truth is, his brothers are asses. If he really wanted to fallow in someone footsteps, it should've been me. I mean, who else at 26 years old, does what I do in a career? It takes guts and courage!`` And the mood was light again, until Santana dropped the big bomb. ''Did you tell him about your health?'' She asked softly. Mercedes looked at Kurt, awaiting a response. She also knew about Kurt's health. He shook his head.
''He doesn't need to know,'' He mumbled, chewing on the grumps left of his dessert.
''Boy, if you want it to work, you need to be honest with him,'' Mercedes said, reaching out a hand to hold Kurt's.
''I know!'' He said, frustrated. He didn't want to deal with doctors and treatments for the little time he had left. ''I'm just not there yet…'' he signed. ''I'm going to tell him, when the time is right.'' He declared. Santana studied him and crossed her arms over her chest.
''Seriously, you seem fine. Have you ever had any pain, at all?'' she asked.
''No, nothing. No headaches, no dizzy spells, no pain whatsoever. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do! I don't know when this is gonna happen.''
''Maybe if you call the doc...''
''No!'' Kurt cried. Then, he calmed himself. ''I just want to live with my friends. I want to have the best summer, ever.'' He said, smiling, and not wanting to know if he'll be able to go through all summer.
He just wanted to live while he can.
-X-
A month had passed. The days were getting warmer and warmer, the flowers prettier. They were now at the end of May and Switzerland showed Kurt its true and beautiful nature. It was breathtakingly beautiful in April, but it was still a little bit cold, but now, everything reborn. Kurt and Blaine were getting closer. They were like two old friends, comfortable in each other's presence, but they were also like two love birds, kissing and holding hands. Kurt wanted desperately to know their status, but he never said anything, too scared to ruin something as amazing as this if Blaine didn't see it that way.
''It feels good…'' Kurt murmured when the hands massaged his back slowly and just like the last time, a vivid image of Blaine's hands massaging his back languorously came in mind and he moaned. ''Blaine…'' he murmured as the hands were getting firmer on his back.
''You're sexy when you say my name like that,'' a male voice purred right next to Kurt's ear. His blue eyes flew open and he turned his head from the table and stared, open mouthed at Blaine who was laughing.
''Blaine!'' He said, scandalized. ''What are you doing here?''
''Now, I know why you love this place.'' He said with a teasing voice. Kurt looked around, not seeing the red-haired girl that takes care of him when he went down here to get a massage.
''Cherri gave me her place. I hope you don't mind, do you?'' Blaine asked innocently with a wink.
''Of course not, as long as you finish this massage. I paid for the full hour, mister,'' he said and looked back down, lying down on the mattress waiting for Blaine to continue.
''Kurt, how many times do I have to tell you? You're with me, so everything here is free for you.''
''I'm not your charity case or your bitch, Blaine,'' Kurt said seriously but he giggled at the end, because how can he stay mad at Blaine?
''Fine… come sit down,'' he tapped lightly on Kurt's shoulder and the latter sat up. ''Now, turn around.'' Kurt did as he was told with a grin and sparkling blue eyes. His back was facing Blaine on the mattress and Blaine put his hands on Kurt's back and moved them at a slow pace.
''You're doing it like a pro,'' Kurt said, closing his eyes and just let the hands do the job of relaxing him.
Blaine continued for a few minutes, listening to Kurt's little moans or whispers.
''Do you do this to all of the men you have your sight on?'' Kurt asked teasingly with his eyes still closed.
''No. Just you, only you…'' Blaine breathed and Kurt's eyes opened and he felt Blaine's warm breath against his neck when he spoke. He turned his head slightly to try and get a glimpse of Blaine's golden eyes and opened his mouth to talk, but before he could, Blaine attached his lips to Kurt's, sliding his hands on Kurt's waist while Kurt's hands found their place; one of his pale hand on Blaine's cheek, deepened the kiss and the other lightly on Blaine's hand on his waist.
..Kurt… you're so out there. I'm so glad you choose this hotel to spend your summer.'' He peppered Kurt's long neck with kisses and Kurt's breathe hitched and goose bumps appeared on his arms and a warm sensation exploded in his belly.
''You move me, Kurt.'' He whispered from behind Kurt. ''This past month made me realized my feelings for you. Maybe it was a slow process, but I just wanted to be certain that what I feel for you is raw and real. I don't want to hurt you, Kurt,'' He said, kissing his ear that became red, then added in a trembling voice, ''I want to be with you,'' he concluded bluntly and kissed the corner of Kurt's lips. He was still behind Kurt and held him more protectively. ''If you'll have me,''
''Blaine…'' he whispered, at a loss for words.
It was the moment. This was it. The moment Kurt waited all of his life, waiting desperately for a man to love him the way he wanted to be loved.
''I want it, too'' He whispered and Blaine tilted his head with a relief smile and kissed the younger man passionately. It took a few words and some kisses and soft whispers but in the end, they were now boyfriends. Kurt couldn't be happier. Blaine couldn't be more thrilled to achieve this step in the game.
-XX-
Because I felt like it, I decided to post two chapters at the same time, so enjoy the following chapter!