WARNINGS: There will be racist content.
-XX-
''… and that's why you have to take the deep purple dress, Mercedes. Purple is just so your color,'' Kurt said to his friend as they walked through a beautiful boutique in the city.
''I don't know.'' She said. ''Are you sure? Because it's a wedding, wouldn't it be more appropriate to wear something with a light color instead of a dark one?'' she asked.
''Yeah, Kurt,'' Santana said. ''She's black, no need to add more dark colors,'' Kurt gaped at her, but Mercedes rolled her eyes and shook her head.
''Anyways,'' he continued. ''We'll see what we can find,'' he finally said. It was a classy and rather pricy boutique with beautiful dresses for weddings and big events and there were suits for gentlemen as well. Blaine insisted they go there to find something and he wanted to pay for Kurt. He refused and preferred to just wear one of his suits, but because it was a big wedding, he didn't want to make a fuss and disappointed his boyfriend by saying that it doesn't matter and his brother's wedding wasn't important enough.
Oh, Kurt was excited about this wedding! He loved weddings as much as he loved fashion and food. He couldn't wait to be at the end of august and meet the future bride. Everybody talked about her nowadays and even the magazines began to say some juicy details, even though she stayed in the shadows. Patrick wanted it that way; he didn't want to make his private life that public. Kurt was even happy for Patrick to get married; he and Daniel never did or said anything against him.
''Oh, look that dress!'' Mercedes exclaimed as she pointed to a sparkly red dress.
''You are not going in a cabaret,'' Santana said.
''Okay, then,'' Mercedes signed, and then exclaimed again. ''And this one?'' The dress was an ugly yellow that Kurt wanted to gag. Personally, yellow was never one of his favorite colors.
''You'll look like a big banana!'' Santana exclaimed, rolling his eyes. ''Look, the gold to go in wedding is to dress as beautifully as the bride, but not too beautiful –you don't want to steal the show from the bride- but sexy enough to leave the party with a woman, or in your case, a man.'' She snatched a dress from a rack that a girl wanted and glared at the girl; she flew the scene.
''I'm going to see in the men's section,'' Kurt said and the girls both nodded, not looking up from the dresses.
Once in the men section, he looked around. The suits were all white and black. There were nothing wrong with the suits, it was just… plain. Formal. Nothing to stand out. At his prom, he had a kilt. Of course, he had good taste; he didn't want a red or blue suit. Maybe a tie with a beautiful color could do the trick…
He went to the Armani section.
''I didn't know you could afford such expensive clothes,'' a deep voice said behind him. He turned around swiftly, surprised to see Sebastian there.
''What are you doing here?'' he asked breathlessly, trying to look nonchalant but it didn't work. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
''Same as you, I'm sure,'' he said, trailing his long and much too thin fingers on the sleeves of the suits on the rack near him. ''As a good friend of the family, I'm invited to the wedding, too.''
''Great,'' he gritted.
''You know, I really don't want to see you uncomfortable, there,'' he said in a fake concern voice.
''And why is that?'' he asked, not really sure he wanted to know the answer.
''This wedding is an Anderson wedding. This is gonna be huge and I'm sure you never went to a place like this. You'll get lost,''
''Don't worry. I live in New York, so I'm pretty sure I can find my way in a wedding.''
''I'm sure, I'm sure…'' he lifted a hand and caressed Kurt's cheek bone. ''I know why Blaine is so interested in you. You're cute.'' Kurt stepped back, refusing to get touched by this man.
''Sebastian,'' he said in a hard voice. ''I don't know what you are trying to prove, but you waste your time.''
''You'll never fit in, Kurt. That's what I'm trying to prove,'' he said in a calm voice. ''Blaine will see reason.''
''My relationship with Blaine is none of your damn business nor is Charles', or Beatrice's and anyone else's business!'' he said harshly, quite tired of this game. He was happy with Blaine, so why people tried to break them apart?
Kurt could see a glint in Sebastian's eyes. ''You just don't belong here, nor with Blaine. Stay away from him,'' he said rather forcefully. When Kurt saw Sebastian's green eyes, realization hit him.
''You are jealous.'' He said, mouth agape. Sebastian glared at him, his emerald eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared up.
''You don't know Blaine,'' he retorted angrily. ''I know him for years and he chose you.''
''It doesn't matter if you grew up together or not; he wants to be with me, not you. If you continue to act like s spoil little brat, then I'm afraid he won't be interested to keep you as a friend either. I don't like you and I'm pretty sure you don't like me, but I don't wish to ruin a friendship.'' Sebastian's laugh was cruel, so full of contempt and superiority that Kurt stepped back.
''You think you are special, don't you? You think you're the little butterfly who was able to save poor Blainey boy from himself? You're no savior, Kurt and you'll know it very soon.'' Kurt looked confused at this, but he crossed his arms over his chest.
''I didn't save him. He knew he had to change his life and it just happens that I was there to witness it.''
''You're just naïve, Kurt. A poor little fool. You don't belong here and I think people said it to you enough for you to understand.''
''I have no attention to leave. You know… I felt pity for you because you were attached to Blaine, but now, I'm just laughing.'' He said and turned around to leave and joined his friends in the women section.
''We'll see who'll laugh,'' Sebastian said as he retreat. When he joined Santana and Mercedes who didn't waste any time to show him their dresses they chose –a beautiful long white dress with little golden pearls incrusted in the dress and swirl all around the material for Mercedes and a gorgeous and equally long turquoise dress that was cut all way to the leg to show off a little bit of skin for Santana. The dress was simple, but elegant and it will be great with a sparkling necklace, Kurt thought. As he watched his friends trying the dresses, his look wandered to the big window of the boutique where mannequins were displayed and he saw a chauffeur opening a door of a Bentley and Sebastian stepped in, and through the window, he gave Kurt his most genuine smile; Kurt wanted to gag.
-X-
''Race ya!'' Blaine yelled at Kurt as he raced through the thick forest with his horse, followed closely by Kurt. Black Beauty was faster though and it wasn't long before his horse by passed Blaine's and Kurt threw him his most charming and cocky smile at Blaine as the latter watched his boyfriend from behind with adoration in his eyes. They soon stopped at their little secret place and Kurt reminded himself that, in fact, it was the place where he got a lot of firsts, like his kiss with Blaine and his first intimate moment with another man.
Reminding it made him blush madly. They led their horses near a tree with enough water for both of them; Blaine placed a blanket he retrieved from his bag. They sat there in silence, listening to the sound of nature and peace surrounding them.
''Did you have a good time shopping with the girls?'' Blaine asked.
''Yes,'' he simply said, no wanting to bring Sebastian into the conversation. It was better that way. Blaine brought a hand to cup Kurt's cheek and when they locked their eyes, Blaine smiled tenderly, caressing the soft flesh beneath his fingers. Kurt caught the bracelet Blaine wore on his wrist.
''You have the bracelet,'' he said with a soft smile, happy that his boyfriend kept the gift he gave him, as cheap as it was. Blaine nodded.
''Of course, my boyfriend gave me this,'' he said matter-of-factly. ''It's the most precious thing I possess,'' Kurt laughed a little.
''You're silly. It's cheap,'' he giggled.
''And so?'' Blaine asked, arching an eyebrow. He leaned forward and kissed Kurt on the cheek. ''You give the most amazing gifts, Mr. Hummel,'' he then kissed his nose, then his jawline and his neck and finished by kissing his lips. It wasn't long before they kissed passionately, hands roaming on their bodies and hair, letting out little moans. They were so into it that they didn't hear someone approaching until that someone coughed loudly.
Kurt gasped and broke the kiss, looking up with wide eyes as he saw three men looking down at them with smirks upon their faces.
''Enjoying your afternoon, boys?''
''Damn, it, guys!'' Blaine said, frustrated. ''What are you doing here?'' he said angrily. Kurt tried to replace his shirt and hair with trembling hands. He felt flustered and just wanted to crawl into his bed; it was that humiliating. ''How did you find us?'' Blaine continued to question his brothers.
''Little sister may be a bitch, but she knows a lot of thing.'' Patrick said and looked Kurt up and down. ''If I knew you two were fooling around in the woods…''
''We weren't… we just…'' Kurt tried to explain.
''Keep it to yourself, Kurt,'' Christian said coolly. Blaine signed.
''What do you want, guys?''
''We want to talk to you,''
''Oh,'' Blaine said mockingly. ''And it couldn't wait because…?''
''It couldn't wait,'' Patrick said in his 'Do what I say, I'm the oldest,' voice.
''I'm busy, right now,''
''Do as I say, Blaine,'' Patrick said harshly. Blaine bowed his head, always compliant to his brothers' wishes.
''Yeah, okay,'' he turned to look at his boyfriend and took his hand and peck him on the cheek. ''I'll be right back, okay? I love you'' he whispered for just him to hear.
''Love you too,'' Kurt said gently, watching as his boyfriend walked away on their own horses, disappearing behind the trees. He knew they weren't too far because he still could hear their voices, but not the conversation.
-X-
''Call it off,'' Patrick said.
''What do you mean?''
''I mean, break it off with him.''
''What? I won't do it,'' He looked at his brothers. Christian sighed.
''You don't need to fake anymore and this thing has gotten out of hands,'' Daniel said harshly. ''He knows what Christian does and it's only a matter of time that he knows everything. Our reputation is at stake, here. This is serious, Blaine,''
''Believe me; we talk about other stuff then just my family and what you all do to pass the time,'' Blaine said in an equally serious voice.
''Fine,'' Patrick retorted. ''We knew it would take you some… convincing. We had your little intercourse filmed. We decided that we'll post the little video on the internet on the biggest porn sites, we'll even hack his account and everyone he knows will know what he's doing in that fancy hotel of ours. But unfortunately, you didn't do what we said by sleeping with him, but I guess people will be as shock to see their friend, their son, being given a blowjob and moaning your name as he came like a little slut.''
''Yeah, I didn't know you were that good at given head.'' Christian retorted with mirth in his dark eyes. ''Oh, and… Beatrice filmed you guys when he was the one to be all bitch on you in the forest…'' Blaine's world was spinning, his blood ran cold and his breathing was ragged. He was filmed doing this? Of course, he's been spot during doing worst, but… Kurt, Kurt! He didn't deserve it. Why did his family felt the need to tear them to shred?
''Give me the tapes,'' Blaine commanded in a raspy voice.
''Nope,'' Christian said. ''Dude, it's part of the game. You seduce him, you sleep with him and we humiliate him. There, the game's over,'' Blaine might be the shortest of the Andersons, but he was strong. He took his brother by the collar and pinned him to a tree. He was two inches from Christian's face and he didn't see clearly anymore. All he saw was red.
''Give me the fucking tapes,'' he growled.
''It's enough!'' Patrick shouted but Blaine, this time, didn't listen to him.
''NO! I'm tired of listening to you, you dumbasses!'' he let go of Christian with a hard shove and he stumbled to the ground. ''I won't let you or anyone hurt him!'' In a swift motion, Daniel took Blaine's wrist when he was waving his arms in the air, and narrowed his eyes.
''What's this?'' he asked, because he never saw his brother wearing a bracelet before, or not one as grotesque as this one.
''Kurt gave me this,'' Blaine growled, showing his wrist to everyone to see. ''Yes, he gave me this. And you know why? Because I'm with him, I'm in love with him!'' he exclaimed. ''And I don't deny it. It's not fake anymore, I don't play a game! This game was over a long time ago. I really, really love him,'' at that, his voice cracked. His brothers might have some compassion for their brother, they must have. He approached his brothers and his eyes didn't hold much anger now; it was filled with tears and sadness.
''Please, don't do this to Kurt. It'll destroy him. And his future career. I'm begging you,'' Patrick looked at Blaine for a moment.
''Fine… we'll destroy the videos. But come back on earth, Blaine. This boy is no good for you. You deserve better.''
''Yeah,'' Christian agreed. ''He needs to go back to where he's from,'' he concluded. ''This world is not his. Call it off, or we will.'' Christian said as he climbed on his horse and trotted away, followed by his brothers.
''How dare you…'' but the men were no longer there, leaving with their horses. He didn't catch the glint in their eyes when they left. Blaine shook his head. He was tired to play these little games. At this point, he will do as he wishes and he will love as he pleases.
-X-
It was the evening and the boys decided to take a swim in the indoors pools. Blaine was quiet since his talk with his brothers in the woods earlier in the day, but Kurt didn't want to interfere, fearing to cause his boyfriend more pain. He decided that it was his family business and if he ever wanted to talk about it, he will. In the meantime, he tried to distract him by being there with him, telling him jokes and making him laugh. He loved his laugh.
Blaine was leaning on the side of the pool, his chin resting on the edge of the pool, deep in his thoughts. Kurt swam behind him and kissed his shoulders.
''Are you okay?'' he asked gently. Blaine turned slightly and gave him a smile.
''I'm alright, I guess.'' He shrugged.
''You know you can come to me for anything,'' Kurt said. ''The conversation with your brothers… I didn't hear what was about, but I heard shooting.'' He said, concerned and Blaine wanted nothing more but soothe the worry out of Kurt.
''Don't worry, Kurt. I just… I just see another side of my brothers,'' he murmured at he looked at the wall, eyes empty. Kurt put his arms on the edge of the pool, mimicking Blaine and looked at him, worried and curious.
''What do you mean?''
''I just… I don't know,'' he sighed. ''I just see something I didn't like about them today. Maybe it was always there, but I just realized it today.''
''Like what?'' Kurt asked and he knew it was wrong to push for answers, but he was far too curious for his own good. Instead, Blaine shrugged.
''Hey, I want to try something. Something I never did with someone.'' He suddenly said and Kurt knew he wanted to forget his brothers and their issues so he let it be. For now.
''Come here,'' he said as he swam backward with a glint in his eyes. Being an Anderson had his perks so when Blaine decided to go to the pool with his boyfriend, he wanted it to be private even though the pools were never crowded, so there were alone and the walls around them were glasses so they could see outside from everywhere. They could see the mountains and forest surrounding the hotel. It was breathtaking. Kurt took his hand and swam so they could be in the middle of the pool where they couldn't reach the bottom. ''Did you ever kissed underwater?'' he asked with a cocky smile and Kurt looked at him with wide eyes.
''I…no, no.'' he said, surprised by the question, but before he could say anything else, Blaine crashed his lips to Kurt's and from the impact, Kurt lost his balance and went underwater with Blaine. He thought he would panic, but it wasn't the case. He didn't breathe, but he didn't seem to need air. They were at the bottom and Blaine kissed Kurt as passionately as ever with his hands on both side of Kurt's face and Kurt's hands were in the wet hair of his boyfriend. It was silent as they continued to kiss, to touch each other until Kurt stepped back to swim back to reach the top, Blaine fallowing soon after.
Kurt tried to catch his breath and when he did, he let out a giggle. ''Wow. That was awesome.''
''Yeah,'' Blaine said, awestruck, because even if he had so much experience in the physical aspect of intimacy, he never had the idea to do it. Not even with Sebastian as they did so much more in the water. There's something about kissing in the water that was ultimately and irrevocably romantic. ''It was perfect,'' he murmured as he kissed Kurt's wet shoulder. The pale boy hummed in agreement and they both tried again and again, until the moon was rising high in the black sky.
-X-
Santana didn't like Beatrice. Yes, she was herself a bitch and sometimes, a mean person, but the Anderson girl, that got the nickname Angel, was a manipulative, self-absorb and hypocrite angel. She could fool anyone with her big brown eyes and innocent air, but she was anything but a kind and warm person that she was pictured to be in magazines.
Santana saw red when she learnt about what she did to Kurt and wanted to corner Beatrice sooner, but sadly, she spent all the rest of the week at a friend's house in France. It was just a few days later, the first week of August, that she saw her and her blood was boiling.
She saw the girl walking outside with her bag, high heels and sunglasses on. She was definitely going into town.
''Beatrice,'' she called. ''I want to talk to you,'' she commanded. The Anderson beauty turned around to see who was calling and when she saw who it was who came to her at a rapid space; she rolled her eyes, but put on a fake smile.
''Santana,'' she said coolly. She looked her up and down with a frown. ''You're not working, I see,'' she said as she noticed the beautiful dress Santana wore and her leather boots.
''I'm not working every day until dawn if that's what you think,'' Santana replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
''Of course I didn't think that, don't you worry,'' she said with a charming smile that quickly transform into an ugly grimace. ''Even a… cook, or servant, or whatever it is that you are, can have days off.'' She shrugged. ''I'm just wondering what are you doing in this hotel if you're not working.'' She said. ''You may be a friend of my brother; you are still a worker here. You can't have that many privileges.'' She concluded and Santana tried his hardest not to punch this pretty face of hers. She simply giggled coldly.
''Okay, let me get this thing straight. Being the chef in this hotel was the best thing that could have happen here. Lots of people come here and want to eat Santana Lopez food while you're sitting on your ass as you look across the table, looking ravishing for the married friend of your own father. You may thing I'm lower then yourself because I work, but actually, to sleep around like that with men twice your age, you're pretty low yourself. People calls you a little Angel, the girl who does no wrong, I can't wait to see what people will call you once I'm done with you.''
Beatrice's eyes were wide open. ''I-I I don't sleep around! I'm still a virgin, you know. I'm still waiting for…''
''Your prince charming? I see.'' Santana concluded. ''Honey, you're not so secretive. Charles doesn't know yet that his little princess is actually a slut and that all his friends banged her. He's clueless, but coming from him, that's no surprise.''
''You have no proof,'' Beatrice said, trying to keep her voice calm. Santana tilted her head and smirk.
''Oh, come on. You know me for years. I have eyes everywhere and my Mexican third eye told me that it was more than a friendly visit in France. You went to Nice, if I'm correct. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't to see the palm trees, or the French bakeries.''
Beatrice narrowed her eyes. ''How did you know that I was in France?'' she asked.
''Oh, the France part, everybody knows it. That's not shocking if you want a good time. It's who you were with.''
''I was with my friend. Samantha. You can ask her if you want, she's in this very hotel,'' she said defensively.
''And I asked her. She told me that you traveled together and then… I don't know why, she stopped answering my questions,'' she narrowed her eyes like she was in deep concentration. ''I had to blackmail her, but she finally told me that you met a guy, there. He had grey hair, gold rings, an Armani suit…''
''I don't know what you are talking about,'' she hissed.
''Oh, I think you know. You had to meet him there.''
''And so what? I can't have friends now?''
''You looked pretty cosy.'' Santana said and Beatrice rolled her eyes.
''So what? You're a spy now? You spend your afternoons spying on people who can actually afford trips like that?'' she sneered. Santana was annoyed and Beatrice was more stupid then she thought if she didn't see her point.
''God damn, I'm a chef and I have my own cooking show. I don't cook in a freaking McDonald so money is not a problem with me.'' She snapped. ''And as a known chef, I have friends in other big and fancy restaurants that you just love to eat there and, well, they kind of reported everything to me,'' she shrugged like it was no big deal but in reality, she enjoyed to see Beatrice losing the battle. She waited years for it, years of humiliation, and years of racist comments… now, it paid off.
''You still have no proof that I did anything with him''
''Charles thinks that you spent your vacation with his friend's daughter, Samantha.''
''He won't believe you'' she said.
''That's true,'' Santana nodded. ''That's why I have the tapes.''
''Wh-what you are talking about? I swear, Santana, if you play tricks with me, I'm going to fire you,'' she said coolly.
''No, you won't'' Santana retorted.
''And why makes you so sure of yourself?'' Beatrice asked.
''Like I said, I have the tapes. I know what you do, Beatrice,'' she said in a sickly sweet voice. ''Back in Paris… all those other guys… I didn't know you were like that. I'm not sure you're still an Angel, after all.''
''Nobody will believe you,'' she said darkly.
''As a matter of fact, yes, they will,'' she approached Beatrice and whispered. ''I know everything I need to know about you and your brothers… You all have dirty little secrets. I just need to make a few calls and I can ruin your reputation. Daddy won't be please, I can tell you that.'' She stepped back to look at the beautiful girl in front of her. She stared at the Latina girl, clearly disgusted.
''What do you want?'' she spat.
''I don't want you near Kurt. Ever,'' she sneered. ''If I ever see your slutty ass approaching him, it's not gotta be pretty.'' She warned in a cool voice.
''If it's not me, it's gonna be my brothers,'' she said, shrugging.
''You don't seem to understand,'' Santana said. ''You or your brothers; I have enough proof to flush your reputation down the drain.''
''And what about Blaine?'' Beatrice asked. ''He's your friend, even though I don't know why, but he's still one of us. It will hurt him.'' She said, but everybody could see that she didn't care about Blaine's feelings.
''And that's why I didn't do this already. Consider it a warning. Leave Kurt alone.''
''Now, I think…'' In a swift movement, Santana grabbed her arm and led the way to the surrounding forest where she knew the people she wanted to see would be. It was quiet, besides the distant giggles and whispered words. Not far away, but far enough to get unnoticed, the two lovers were sprawled on the grass in a small clearing. Kurt has his head on Blaine's legs as the latter intertwined his fingers in his brown hair as he looked down and laughed at something Kurt said but the women were too far to know what he said.
They were so sickly romantic that Beatrice wanted to gag.
''Look at them,'' Santana ordered.
''I see them alright.'' She said with a frown and glared at them with daggers in her eyes.
''And yet you want to break them apart.'' Beatrice now looked at Santana. ''You hate my guts, I hate yours. But I'm pretty sure you don't hate your brother like you pretend to. And now he's happy with Kurt… why can't you be happy for him? Blaine, let's face it, was a dick but Kurt changed him for the better.''
Beatrice huffed and turned around to look away. ''Blaine didn't change. You'll find it very soon.''
''Don't you see them?'' Santana asked as she fallowed Beatrice. ''They're acting all cutie cute that I want to puke rainbows everywhere.''
''A guy like him can't change… sadly. He will always be the sad-looking brother who only wants to fuck with no real future ahead of him but to follow his brothers and father like a lost puppy.''
''And you think you're better? Fucking random guys and putting it on camera to boost your career.'' Santana said harshly. ''And don't say that about Blaine. He's better then you and all your brothers combined together.''
''And then, there's Kurt,'' Beatrice continued, ignoring Santana's comment. ''A poor guy, seducing a rich guy… he's like a male gold digger.''
''That is not true,'' Santana said but she was once again ignored.
''And then, there's you. Santana Lopez, little Mexican. You know, black people, Asian people, Latina people… you are just good at one tiny little thing. And that's to clean the bathrooms,''
Santana screamed as she jumped on Beatrice, punching her in the face. The young Anderson, not knowing what to do in a fight, tried to scratch Santana's face with her long nails. They rolled around in the grass and a few seconds passed before the screams were heard and two pairs of hands separated the two fighting girls.
''Santana! Santana, stop it!'' Blaine said as he grabbed her waist as she screams and talked both in English and Spanish to a disheveled Beatrice who was hold by Kurt. Santana couldn't stand the Anderson Angel anymore.