I only read it once before posting it, because I felt lazy. Enjoy!
-XX-
''…So, you're alright, kiddo?''
''Don't worry, dad. I'm fine,'' Kurt whispered, not wanting to wake Blaine up. ''I promise. I'm sorry I scared you like that, dad.''
''Well, if you insist that you're alright… But please, Kurt, give your old man a call at least twice a week, yeah? Now, I'm less worried because that Puckerman kid is with you, but…''
''Okay, I promise,'' he interrupted him.
''And that Blaine kid… He threats you well?'' Burt asked hesitantly and the fact that he wanted to know his son's private life, even if he was hidden for over a month now, made Kurt smiled.
''Yes,'' he said. ''He's really kind to me and I lo… Like him a lot,''
After a few more minutes of talking, Kurt hung up the phone and went to bed. Blaine opened his eyes groggily, but put an arm around Kurt's waist, groaning softly because of the early waking.
''Who was it?'' he murmured.
''My dad,'' Kurt said as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend under the covers. Blaine hummed in contentment. It took days for Kurt to have the courage to call his dad. Blaine was the one to convince him to call him and he finally accepted to do it today. Puck was at this hotel since a couple of days now and he was just so happy. Instead of cleaning pools, he was the one to use them and he was quiet popular towards the female residents that craved for some adventures.
''I told you it was a good idea to call your dad,'' Blaine said, now more awake and caressing Kurt's arm up and down.
''I know. I just… didn't want to face the music, I guess. I mean, I've never did something like that before…''
''You mean, jump in a plane, fly across the ocean to meet some awesome people –me- and then fall head over heels in love with me?'' Blaine asked as he watched Kurt giggled at his comical nonsense.
''Pretty much, yeah.'' Kurt shrugged. ''Anyways, I told him about you.'' He said bashfully and Blaine looked at him, surprised.
''Really?''
''Yes. I don't want to hide things from him anymore… so I told him,''
''How did he take it?'' Blaine asked, shyly.
''Pretty well, I'd say. He knew I had a crush on you from the start when I was a kid'' Kurt admitted, laughing at his admission. ''So he kinda watch you grow up, you know?'' Blaine didn't say anything about Kurt having a puppy love on him when they were kids, but he groaned instead.
''So he knows about my stunts over the years,'' Blaine said matter-of-factly. Kurt shook his head.
''My dad is not one for the media. What makes him happy is a beer, a football game, some greasy food and working in his garage. He always says Marc McQueen or Alexander Jacobs, so no, he doesn't really know. If so, he didn't mention it.''
''Well, good, then.'' He kissed Kurt tenderly on the cheek, and they were silent for a few moments, enjoying each other's company. ''Are you hungry?'' Blaine suddenly asked, enthusiastic. ''Because I'm starving!'' He stood up in only a pair of black boxers and even though Kurt watched him every morning with only that, he blushed every single time and he offered his hand to Kurt.
''Breakfast sounds appealing right now,'' Kurt said as he got dressed.
-X-
They were walking down the hall, giggling and simply happy with their intertwined hands.
''Blaine, Kurt!'' A gentle voice said behind them. They turned around and a small woman hugged both of them.
''Hey, mom, good morning,'' Blaine greeted, smelling his mother's perfume.
''Hello, darling. I hope you don't mind, but I was hoping to catch a word with Kurt here,'' she said, giving Kurt a genuine smile. Blaine smiled at his mother, giving him his approval.
''I'll be on the terrace, come join me when you're done,'' He said to Kurt. The latter nod and tried not to squeak when Blaine grabbed his behind lightly and a kiss on his jaw, then, he was gone.
Maggie led him all the way to her penthouse on the last floor. Kurt was quite excited, because he'd never been in a penthouse before. It was like a whole floor for a single family, or now, to just two people. It was enormous, and Kurt couldn't help but think that Blaine spent all his summers in here. It was just so bright and colorful. On the terrace, there were flowers everywhere and it brought a sweet sent in the inside.
''The décor is just sublime,'' Kurt murmured, his blue eyes traveling all across the penthouse, trying to see everything.
''Thank you. I've done it myself,'' Maggie announced as she walked Kurt on the terrace. The view was spectacular and Kurt was awestruck to be here. You can see the path in the forest that he liked to go with Blaine and their horses. You could see the mountain and the little, but charming village.
''Come, have a seat,'' Maggie said and Kurt obliged. He didn't know why he was here, because he never really had a chance to talk to Blaine's mother other than ''Hi'' and ''How are you?'', but by the warm smile she sent his way, it couldn't be bad and when she smiled, man, did she looked like Blaine; no, Blaine looked like his mother. The same hazel eyes, the same full lips and charming smile, the tan and the dark curls (when Blaine didn't gel it). Kurt couldn't see a resemblance with Charles whatsoever.
''Now, you are with my son'' Maggie said rather bluntly but her innocent smile stayed on.
''Yes, ma'am'' he said politely.
''Call me Maggie! Or Mag.'' She said. She studied him for a second, but not like Beatrice's scrutiny. Then, she leaned forwards on his chair. ''My son changed. I think you are doing something good for that boy. I was so worried about him all the time… but now, I can see his commitment. Towards you.'' She added. ''But I wanted to know if you were ready…'' she asked hesitantly and seeing the look on Kurt's face, she continued. ''As an Anderson, he doesn't have a normal life and now that you two are together, you are going to be like…'' she didn't find the words, but Kurt continued.
''Mrs. Anderson… Maggie, I thought about all of it. Blaine said he would do his best to keep his private life… private. I don't say it's going to be easy, but I'm willing to try it.'' Maggie nodded thoughtfully and gave him a reassuring smile.
''I just… you seem like a nice young man, so I wanted to warn you beforehand.''
''And that's very thoughtful of you,''
''The cocktail is tonight, though. People heard rumors… it's going to be explosive.'' Maggie said and looked directly in Kurt's eyes. She knew what it was like, to be the loved one of an Anderson; she remembered when she and Charles became public and how overwhelming it all was for her. She just wanted to make sure that Kurt was ready. She did the same thing and had the same talk with Patrick's future wife, Lucy. Even though they decided to be really discreet with their relations, (only a few pictures can be seen of the two and they were all blurred images) they always go out at the utmost discretion, but now that Lucy will be his wife, including banquets and festivals and such, she'd be obligated to go out of the shadow. ''When you'll arrive with Blaine by his side, stay calm and smile. That's all they want to see, a smile,'' she said with a faraway look on her face and her brilliant smile was now just a sad, pathetic one as she remembered things that Kurt wouldn't understand.
-X-
At 8:00, the people invited to the cocktail were off to the building that hosted this big ceremony. There were the Anderson family, of course, the Smythe family, business people, congress people, political people, celebrities, I mean, you name it. It was all for the rich and famous, those who achieve great things in life in the artistic world or the business world and that made Kurt nervous as hell. It was his first appearance as Blaine's boyfriend, because they were kept on the down low for the last weeks, but now, it was time. He didn't want to except, just, maybe, a few flashes, but he never expected that people would be so interested in him.
They were in a limousine, just the two of them and Kurt was already overwhelmed by the luxury of all this. It was his first big night with Blaine outside of the hotel, but he never knew it would be this big. Blaine hadn't told him they were going in a limousine and he hadn't even told him the half of what was awaiting the couple for the unique reason that he didn't want to frighten the boy.
''There will be a lot of people and a lot of reporters at the entrance but try to relax, okay?'' he said as calmly as possible.
''So… this cocktail thing is like a social event?'' Blaine smiled at him and nodded.
''Yes, kind of. The most influential people in this country will be there, so stay calm.'' He opened a bottle of champagne and poured them some in two flutes. ''Here, have some champagne,''
''Limo, champagne… you're trying to seduce me, Mr. Anderson.''
''Is it working?'' he asked with a teasing smile. Blaine looked outside, the lights of the city now reflecting in his hazel eyes and the eerie quiet of the countryside wasn't there anymore as the limousine drove them to the busy town with its lights, and cars and buildings.
After a few moments, they arrived at an immense building where cars were lining up and men and women with their finest attires, stepped onto the white steps. Atop of the big gold doors, it's written Hotel de ville.
''Are you ready for this?'' Blaine asked, now looking concern for his boyfriend and took his hand firmly in his. Kurt took a shaky breath and nodded.
''They are all waiting for you, sir,'' the chauffeur said in his thick French accent.
''Kiss me before we go,'' Blaine said, but didn't wait for Kurt's confirmation and kissed him hard and desperate, pouring all his worries on the kiss. When they stepped out of the car, Kurt looking insecure and Blaine looking as controlled as always in those moments when the flashes were no longer on the other people, but on them. All eyes were on them, the reporters, and the people that got an invitation, everybody. People asked questions, but Blaine only smiled politely at them and shoved Kurt in the inside as quickly as possible. They were still a few cameras in here to take pictures of the night but Blaine made his way as quickly as possible to greet people he knew.
The place was gigantic and so refined that Kurt felt like he was a sore thumb. They were an orchestra on a stage at the very far end of the ball room and people mingled around with a glass in their hands, laughing and enjoying the company. When people saw them, some of them stopped what they were doing just to stare at them and Kurt heard a person said behind him ''Is this him?'' Kurt then came closer to Blaine's side, shying away from all of these comments. ''Well, Anderson sure knows how to pick them…'' a man voice said and Kurt blushed so hard it was almost comical. Blaine winked at him, enjoying Kurt's embarrassment.
''Hey, bro!'' Blaine turned around to see Daniel in a black suit and tie. Kurt admitted that his boyfriend's brother was quite handsome tonight. In his formal attire, he looked a lot like Charles Anderson. ''Enjoying yourself?'' he asked both of them.
''We just arrived, Dan.'' Blaine pointed out.
''I've never been in a party like that before,'' Kurt said, trying to start a conversation with Daniel. ''It's quiet intimidating,'' Kurt admitted, looking around and saw even more people entered the room.
''You'll get used to it, now that you date my little brother,'' Daniel said in a controlled voice, winking at Blaine who shot him a warning glance but Kurt, being so overwhelmed by what was happening around him, didn't notice the exchange.
''I guess so,'' Kurt said, looking now at Daniel and smiled. He looked at his suit more closely and gasped. ''Is this the new collection of Marc Jacobs?'' he asked, excitedly and Daniel looked surprise by Kurt's excitement. ''Yes, indeed,'' he responded.
''I love it. It really brings out your eyes color'' Kurt said kindly and Daniel seemed taken aback by Kurt's kindness. ''Thank you'' he simply replied. ''You know fashion, then. You must get along with the sister, then.'' He declared and Kurt nodded enthusiastically. Suddenly, Daniel saw Santana came out of the kitchen's door, going straight to the large buffet when a chocolate fountain and large silver plates of various fruits were displayed.
''Hey, there's Santana, I bet she's doing food as delicious as her.'' He remarked and it was enough for Kurt to want to see her. He excused himself to see his friend across the room and Daniel didn't beat around the punch.
''So Blaine, spit it out,''
''What?'' Blaine asked as he stopped staring at Kurt's back as he talked to Santana while she gave orders to the other cooks.
''Well, did you do anything with him yet? Hell, Christian was banging this girl two weeks after they met. It doesn't take long for a guy to swoon someone and then, bam! It's done and over with. What are you waiting for? This game is becoming tiring, spice things up. Be a man, Blaine!''
Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother's dramatic behavior. A guy in a suit came to them with a silver plate in his hand and the two brothers took a glass from the plate and Blaine took one long gulp of the alcohol. ''Relax, Dan. What did we say? I have until the end of the summer. We're only early June! But… we're progressing,'' he admitted with a smirk. Daniel seemed satisfied with this response.
''Did you find something to ridicule the guy once you've fucked him?'' Daniel asked, hopeful.
''No yet.'' Blaine drank the rest of his glass, looking pensive and then looked across the room where Kurt was still laughing with Santana over the buffet. Something twitched in his guts, but he ignored it. ''Now, it you excuse me, I have a boyfriend to take care of,'' he said to his grinning brother and handed him his empty glass.
-X-
''… No, let me tell you something. This party sucks; you'll soon get bored of all this, trust me. This is my third cocktail where I'm making the food and those assholes can't appreciate my delicious food. They're fools,'' Santana said to a silent Kurt, rolling her eyes.
''So far so good,'' Kurt shrugged. Santana scuffed but when she wanted to reply, Blaine interrupted them.
''Already bitching the good people, I see,'' Blaine teased and pecked Kurt on the cheek.
''They're not good people. Anyways, I have to work. Go fornicate or whatever you do all day,'' she waved at them and go back to the kitchen. ''I'll never understand her hate toward these people,'' Kurt mused out loud. Blaine tugged at his hand, wanting to get on the dance floor where some couple were slowly dancing on a rendition of a Vivaldi symphony. With the whole orchestra, and the lights and the chandelier, it was quiet impressive.
''I don't understand her either, but come on. Dance with me,''
''Dance with you?'' Their last dance was in the gardens of the hotel with no music, but they were alone.
''Yeah, I want to.'' He stepped forward and all Kurt could see was his hazel eyes, all he could feel was his hot breath against his quivering lips. ''Forget those people,'' he murmured. ''We are alone in this room. Just like in the gardens, remember?'' Kurt nodded and led the way while all the eyes in the room looked at them curiously and the flashed slowly started to come alive.
-X-
''What are you looking at with that ugly frown of yours?'' Santana asked. ''Can't you move? Your big butt is in the way, I can't go to the buffet,''
''I can fire you for that,'' Beatrice screeched in her annoying voice.
''Are you Charles Anderson? If no, then you can't,'' Santana replied as she poured other beverages in the glasses onto the long table. Beatrice put her hands on her slim waist and glared at her through her thick mascara.
''He's my dad, he'll listen to me,'' she concluded and smirked. ''Now, pour me a drink, will you? You're here to work, not to be all chatty with Kurt and Blaine.''
''Pour it yourself.'' Santana scuffed. ''I've done long ago to serve you, your majesty,'' she said with sarcasm. ''I'm not your maid,'' she scoffed. Beatrice frowned, full facing Santana as she worked.
''Didn't you work as a maid in Mexico?'' she asked in a sweetly voice. ''You know, recurred the toilets, clean up the kitchen, read bed time stories to little Mayan children?'' The flash of hurt but also anger appeared in Santana's eyes.
''That's so racist; I can't even believe you right now. You shouldn't have drop out of school to follow a dream of being a slut on a runway, because you just suck at it. Open a book and learn some history and maybe, you'll learn that not everything revolve around the little white American babies.'' Beatrice ignored her and she focused instead on a person who just entered the room.
''Oh my god,'' she said. ''Do you see that?'' she pointed at the man in an elegant suit with stubbles that fits him perfectly with his brown hair gelled to perfection, but not too much. She didn't wait to see Santana's reaction, ''It's Alejandro Aiello, one of the most well-known designers and he's so in demand right now! I have to meet him'' She walked away from the buffet as she swayed her hips in her little white dress and Santana watched her go away, shaking his head in disgust.
''Slut.''
-X-
Santana was right, Kurt thought. That party was boring- at first, he was so excited to be with those people, eating and drinking fancy food, and it was the first time he saw an actual orchestra of that scale, but after two hours, it was getting old. The same, gentle, classic music was playing by the orchestra, and Kurt craved for some rock. Or techno. He didn't know he had it in him to love that kind of music, but since the raves, he's been hooked. Blaine and he danced a lot, and that was the only good thing about it. Maggie talked a little with him, until Charles demanded her to stay with him and the latter completely ignored Kurt, as predicted. He tried to go into people's conversations, but it all resolves around money, the nannies for the kids they had to conceive but weren't interested to raise, then the several houses and each of them had a mutual contest about which can hold the biggest party. And the summer vacation in Monaco, or in Paris, or in L.A. To say the least, it was tiring and Kurt didn't feel like he belonged. And it was embarrassing when Sebastian stepped into the conversation.
''The new friend of Blaine, or shall I say boyfriend, lives in an apartment in New York.'' The other people looked at him, clearly interesting about his life.
''Oh, is that true?'' a woman in her early forties asked. ''I lived there once. It was a beautiful penthouse with view on Central Park. Where do you live? On the Upper East Side? No, let me guess! Soho, maybe?'' Kurt throat closed and he couldn't speak; he was proud of who he was and he didn't have a problem in telling Blaine's family his situation, but all the prying eyes were on him and he felt ashamed, just like your teacher asked you a question in primary school and you didn't know the answer and all the class was looking at you and the teacher was just disappointed. It felt the same. He cleared his throat and stayed true to his self.
''I currently live in Brooklyn in an apartment where there's holes in the ceiling and where my best friend crash on the couch sometimes and I work as a waiter in a small Italian joint.'' People looked at him and by his nervous laugh, they were waiting to hear the truth, but when none came, they began to understand that what he said was true; he didn't know if it was the word `work` or apartment, but everybody was staring at him. Blaine squeezed his hand, trying to comfort him. Sebastian looked smug and Kurt wanted to scream at him; at first, he seemed like a good guy and since a few days, he acted all bratty around Kurt and it wasn't his first stunt on him and it annoyed him greatly. ''Now, if you'll excuse me,'' he said and Blaine wanted to fallow, but he just shook his head and mouthing the word `bathroom` and `I'll be right back` and the curly haired boy nodded reluctantly.
He didn't know why he said it with so many details. He could have stayed vague, but Burt's words as he grew up came to hunt him; Stay true to yourself.
''Well, I must say that you play the caring boyfriend really well. You should be an actor.'' Sebastian grinned, just two inches away from Blaine. The latter didn't answer and watched Kurt walked away from him.
-X-
Kurt really wanted to go to the bathroom, anyways. He should've asked for directions, though, because this building was just gigantic. They were in a ballroom and Blaine said that this place held congress and celebrations of any sort and important people, like politicians and such stayed on the floors above when they were in the city, so this place was huge and Kurt was lost. He was in a hall where portraits of (Kurt assumed) important people that made a difference in Switzerland. The music from the ballroom was faint. Kurt tried every door to see if they were a bathroom somewhere but when he reached the third door and he opened it, he stopped dead in his track.
They were at least six to eight people sitting on the couches and the room look like a living room. Christian was there but what shocked Kurt were the smell and then the white stick between everyone's fingers.
''Kurt,'' Christian greeted him in a sickeningly sweet voice. He didn't have a vest anymore and his tie was askew. ''Hey, everyone!'' he said too cheerfully and the people stopped talking and looked at him as he made his way on unsteady feet to reach Kurt. ''Listen people, this is my little brother's fuck toy.''
Kurt was quite shock to hear something so harsh coming out of the polite, well-mannered and utterly rich young man. He was only two inches apart from Kurt's ear when he whispered.
''Wanna join us?'' he said, handing him a joint. Kurt looked at it wearily. He was used to see Puck smoke once in a while, but Christian? He was also smoking only a few feet away from his family and his reputation could be ruin in a flash.
On the table, Kurt could see white powder and Kurt knew they weren't only smoking marijuana and he felt dizzy.
''N-no, thanks,'' Kurt refused, starting to back out of the room.
''Oh, don't be such a pussy!'' He took a long drag of his joint and inhaled in Kurt's face that crunched his face in disgust. When he walked away hurriedly, he could hear people laughing.
-X-
''Blaine, why don't we go?'' Kurt asked as he approached Blaine.
''You wanna go?'' Blaine asked and he took Kurt's hand in his. ''If it's because of what Sebastian said…'' before he could finish, he kissed Blaine square on the mouth. A part of him wanted to leave because of what Sebastian said and he didn't want to see the disappointed looks on people's faces anymore and the other part was seeing Christian with a joint, but he also saw some white lines on the small table. Was it his first time? Did Blaine know? Maybe he made a huge deal out of nothing, but he simply wanted to get out of here.
Blaine nodded and Kurt led him outside without saying goodbye to Santana, Mercedes or Maggie.
''Where are we going now? You want to go back to the hotel?'' Blaine asked as he saw the limousine came towards them as a guy saw them stepping outside.
''The night is young…'' Kurt said. They sat in the car and Kurt stayed silent until they reached their destination in the warm night. Blaine tried to know where they were going, but it was too dark to see anything. He just knew they weren't in the city anymore.
''Thanks, Jim,'' Kurt said to the chauffeur. ''We're going to walk from here. No need to come back, we're going to walk to the hotel,''
''Are you sure, sir?'' the chauffeur asked, looking around wearily.
Kurt nodded. Blaine watched as the limo drove away and he could hear a faint sound of ``boom, boom boom,'' coming from down the hill they were standing.
''Come on,'' Kurt said, tugging Blaine's hand and they began to walk in the forest, their only light came from the moon shining they path above them.
''Where are we going?'' Blaine asked for the millionth time.
''I see your world, now, it's time you see mine,'' he said, smirking. After a couple of minutes, they reached a field and Blaine stopped in his track, looking at the thousands of people dancing and grinding half naked and all sweaty on a David Guetta song. People were covered in glitters with a beer in their hands.
''When I am in New York, I like going to raves. There's something magical about them; you can be how you are and I just want to be wild for one night. It's very freeing,'' Kurt explained as he saw the awestruck expression on Blaine's face. ''People dance, drink, fool around and fuck,'' he said in a normal voice but hearing such a obscene word coming from Kurt's mouth was a sin and Blaine's pants got tighter.
''How did you know this place?'' he asked as Kurt, once again, led the way to mingle with those people.
''Puck knows all the parties in the world,'' he shrugged. ``So a party so close to the hotel, he's already here for a while, now,'' he pointed to a guy with a Mohawk that was Puck on a table with two girls with no bras on. Blaine couldn't believe his eyes when he saw those girls with their boobs for everyone to see. There was something freeing about all of it, something new and fresh that Blaine instantly liked. It was nothing like what he was used to, it was better and Kurt showed this part of him, this part of the world to him.
After a couple of hours, they were dancing, all sweaty and gross, but Blaine didn't care. He never had such a good time like that. People he didn't even know grinded with him and he let it happen. Now that they all had a couple of beers in their system, Kurt kissed him sloppily, hungrily and he touched him everywhere; on the neck, on the abs, on his thighs. He kissed along Kurt's jaw and he let out soft moans that made Blaine's mind go wild and Blaine's erection was pressed against Kurt's tight pants as they danced sinfully while the music was blasting in a usually quiet night in the countryside. Because it was a rave, they danced until the early hours in the morning; the beers and the loud music kept them moving. That night, their make out session ended with only kisses, moans and touches, and it was nothing too sexual, but it was the best moment of Blaine's life.
He felt alive and free.
-XX-
I'm sorry for the little wait; I did some rafting, so I wasn't able to publish anything in the wild nature that is Canada.
I hope you like it so far. Where is Klaine love? I was asked in the comments. Don't worry fellas. Love will blossom. This story is 28 chapters long, plus an epilogue, so there's time! What I like about this story is the evolution of the characters as the story progress. I don't like rushing things and it is very suitable for this story because the plotline is all about finding love in the most unexplicable way and how you get there.