CHAPTER FOUR
The week had flown by. Both Kurt and Blaine were busy with work. Kurt's shooting schedule had ramped up and he worked twelve hour days at best, plus all the press assignments the production sent him on. Blaine was in the final stages of his design for a new private school opening in San Francisco. He had been traveling back and forth and working long hours too. So it was not a surprise that when Friday rolled around the two were both stressed, exhausted and missing each other.
Blaine was on his way home from the airport after having retuned from San Francisco. He hailed a cab, got in the back and told the driver the address. He leaned back in the seat and although taxi cabs are not the most comfortable rides he could have fallen asleep right there. He had to concentrate on not closing his eyes, stay awake, Blaine, he thought to himself. As a means to distract himself, and because he missed him terribly, he decided to text Kurt:
Omw, baby. I miss you.
Kurt was at home. He had taken the day off and it was a good thing because up to that morning he had forgotten all about the invitation he had extended to Samuel. He had wanted to use the day to sleep in and get caught up with Blaine but it turned out that Blaine had been pulled away on a last minute meeting so he kept himself busy with organising the house, grocery shopping, and preparing dinner for the three of them. He was just putting the chicken cordon bleu into the oven when he heard his phone buzz. He read Blaine's text and smiled as he typed in his response:
Miss you too. Hurry home maybe we can get a romp in before Samuel gets here ;)
Samuel? Oh god, I forgot!
Yeah, me too.
Be there soon. Love you.
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Kurt was head first into the fridge looking for spinach when Blaine walked in the door.
"I'm home, sorry I'm late."
Kurt forgot all about the salad he was making and made his way to the entrance to greet his husband. He barely let Blaine get in the door before he pressed his lips to his mouth, not too gently. Blaine was caught off guard and fell back against the door and it clicked shut. His hand went to its familiar place on Kurt's cheek as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. They were both hungry and afire for each other. Blaine broke the kiss only momentarily so that he could get a few words out, "Mmm, isn't…" kiss "Samuel…" kiss "coming over…" kiss.
Kurt's hands were tugging at Blaine's belt as he moaned his response, "he just called. We have 30 minutes." He kissed Blaine's mouth once again then down his throat and slid down to kneel.
"Kurt," Blaine started…
"Shush," Kurt demanded. He hastily unbuttoned Blaine's pants and tugged them down in one motion along with his boxers. He moaned happily at what popped out.
Blaine shushed and leaned back against the door. He knew better than to interrupt his husband at work. He gazed down and slid his hand into Kurt's perfect hair and thought, damn am I ever glad to be home!
Blaine had just finished adjusting his bowtie when the doorbell rang. He made a quick stop in the bathroom to peck Kurt's cheek as he brushed his teeth. Kurt gave him the 5-minutes gesture. Blaine knew it would be at least ten minutes before his husband was ready. "I'll buy you some time," he smiled with a wink. "I love you."
Blaine opened the door to find Samuel standing there holding the promised wine – three bottles in fact. Blaine made way and gestured for Samuel to come in.
"It's nice to see you. Please come in," Blaine smiled. "Kurt will be down in a few minutes. May I take your coat?"
Samuel set the wine down and gave Blaine his coat. "Wow, this is a nice place. It looks much smaller from the outside."
"Doesn't it? When we came to look at it we didn't get a good first impression but when we saw the inside we were sold. Kurt and I need a lot of room," Blaine laughed. He hung up the coat then took the wine and set it on the kitchen counter. "Please sit down. May I get you a drink?"
"Sure, I'll have whatever you're having."
Blaine disappeared into the kitchen and rummaged for some beer in the fridge. Samuel sat on the couch in the living room and looked around at the surroundings. He noticed how many pictures the two men had displayed, some of themselves but most of people he didn't recognize. He assumed they were Lima folk, most likely went to McKinley with them and his cousin. A sad look appeared on his face as he thought about his cousin lying in a hospital bed. The rage inside him grew but he knew that in order to pull this off he had to remain calm. Thank goodness for those acting lessons.
"Good evening Samuel. It's nice to see you," a soft voice interrupted him.
He stood up and faked a smile, "Hi Kurt. Thanks for having me".
Blaine walked back in with two bottles of beer and a crantini for Kurt. "Here we are. I hope you like beer."
The three men sat while dinner finished baking. Kurt and Blaine discovered that Samuel was also born in Ohio but grew up in Indiana and played college basketball at Indiana University on full scholarship. He had recently moved out to Los Angeles after graduation to coach a high school team. He was very friendly. Kurt though that sometimes he was overly friendly. Kurt also noticed that Blaine got along well with him. It wasn't often that Blaine could talk sports as the subject bore the hell out of Kurt and Blaine's sport buddy and best friend, Sam Evans, lived half way across the country.
They had eventually moved to the table where Kurt served a fabulous meal of chicken, mashed potatoes, roasted beets, and spring salad. Samuel had two helpings as did Blaine. Kurt had never been a big eater so he only helped himself to one plate but the hard week had taken its toll on him and he found himself drinking more wine than he usually would.
"Thanks for bringing the wine," Kurt nodded to Samuel as he poured more into his guest's glass and then Blaine's before filling his up too.
Blaine gave him a curious look. He couldn't remember the last time Kurt had drank three glasses of wine. He was usually good with one. But Blaine didn't mind. He knew that Kurt probably just needed to unwind – they both did.
And unwind they did. The three bottles were soon empty and they were well on their way to finishing off the fourth and fifth bottles from the Anderson-Hummel cellar. Kurt stood up. He swayed and had to prop himself up on the edge of the table. Blaine watched him with an amused look and thought, this could get interesting.
The three drunken men eventually stumbled back into the living room. Blaine looked through his record collection, making an obvious choice – Katy Perry. "Let's get this party started, boys," he yelled as he placed the needle on the vinyl and Katy's voice rang through the apartment. Blaine started to dance.
"Oh god, Blaine! Katy?" Kurt laughed and stood up to sashay with his husband.
Samuel stumbled up too and began to dance. He put his arms around both of his new friends, "this is the best night ever," he shouted drunkenly. "And we need more wine."
"Yeeaaahhhhh," shouted Kurt as he stumbled into the wine cellar. It didn't take long for him to choose more wine; he danced back out into the living room carrying three bottles and began to sing, "and you're gonna hear me rooooooarrrr oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…"
Blaine intercepted the bottles from Kurt and opened one. He poured more into Samuel's glass then Kurt's, then his own. "A toast," he slurred, "to new friendshipsss." The three men clinked their glasses together and downed the wine. They partied to the wee hours of the morning and it got messy. Really messy.
Blaine woke to a god-awful noise. At first he wasn't sure what it was, or even where he was, but it sounded like a screeching animal. He tried to concentrate on the sound but his head pounded so hard that it affected his hearing. Owww, he thought. He lifted his face off the carpet, owwwwww, he thought again. His neck and head were on fire.
"Hechthrrhhsccch"
There's that sound again. What is that?
Blaine opened one eye and realized he was on the living room floor. He also realized that he was naked.
"Hechthrrhhsccch"
What the hell? Blaine opened his other eye and tried to get up. Owwwwww. He finally got to his feet. He was off balance and he felt like he had been run over by an army tank. He placed his hand on the wall to steady himself. Images of the night before came rushing back to him. The last thing he remembered was he and Kurt dancing on the kitchen counter. He thought he remembered they were wearing only underwear but he wasn't sure. He hoped that things had not gotten that crazy. He placed the heel of his hand to his head. He needed to find Advil and some clothes – but first he needed to find Kurt.
"Hechthrrhhsccch"
Is that? Blaine realized what the sound was. He made his way as quickly as possible, which was not very quick at all, into the bathroom. Kurt was there - also naked, and kneeling at the toilet, his face pretty much entirely inside the bowl. His entire body heaved.
"Hechthrrhhsccch"
"Kurt, are you ok?"
"Hechthrrhhsccch. Ugh. Please leave me alone. This is so gross. Hechthrrhhsccch"
Blaine scrunched up his nose and again pressed his hand to his head. Owwwww. He moved toward Kurt and placed his hand on his cold bare back. "I will never leave you alone. How long have you been puking?"
"All night"
"Well, you drank a lot. Too much. Both of us did. I don't even remember most of the night."
"Me either," Kurt leaned back. "I think I'm done for now."
"Come on," said Blaine. "Let's brush our teeth, take some Advil, and go to bed. My head is pounding."
Blaine helped Kurt to his feet. They both brushed quickly. Kurt retrieved the bottle of Advil from the medicine cabinet and handed three pills to Blaine with a glass of water. They made their way to their bed slowly and snuggled up under the covers. It didn't take long for them to fall into deep sleep.
Monday morning came too quickly. Blaine had woken up early as he had slept all of Saturday and most of Sunday. He felt much better although he was extremely disappointed in himself – and even embarrassed. He was in the kitchen flipping French toast when Kurt came in and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist from behind.
"Good morning, Mr. Warbler," he said and kissed his ear.
"Morning, Mr. Hollywood," Blaine teased back. "Are you feeling any better?"
"My tummy is still queasy but I'm fine enough to go to work."
Blaine served him some French toast and coffee. "You should at least try to eat something though."
Kurt nodded and picked at his breakfast. He was a bit embarrassed at the way he had acted Friday night – not that he even remembered it. "Blaine, I don't know what got into me Friday night. I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you."
Blaine laughed, "You're sorry? Baby, I was just as bad as you or worse. I should be apologizing. I acted like a 17 year old and I'm sorry."
"Ok, let's just call it we were both stressed from work and needed to let loose. Let's forget about it and move on," Kurt said in a pleading voice.
"I am in agreement with that," Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt's lips.
The two men sat together and finished their breakfast. The way the week was looking they knew they wouldn't see much of each other until the weekend. Kurt reached to take Blaine's hand, "can I just ask one thing before we drop this?"
"Okay"
"I woke up naked. You woke up naked. Did you see Samuel or did he leave on Friday night?"
"I have no idea. He wasn't here when I woke up so I'm assuming he left that night. I hope we got naked after he left."
Both of them laughed but both of them were left with an uneasy feeling.
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been a long week. Blaine had been in San Francisco since Tuesday as he had meetings with the school's big wigs. They had been extremely pleased with his design. Construction would soon begin which meant, pending any edits, Blaine could take some time off before moving on to the next project. He was excited to have free time. He missed Kurt a lot. He loved that they both had steady jobs – more than jobs – they both loved what they were doing, but they had to sacrifice time with each other. He was ready to get on that plane and fly home to see his husband.
Just as Blaine was making his way to the airport Kurt was trying unsuccessfully to dodge photographers while he was having lunch. He had decided to take his new assistant out to eat. He still couldn't believe that he had an assistant. She had been working with him for two weeks and he still hadn't had the time to really connect with her. He thought they'd be safe at the new salad bar down the street but the photographers found him – as they always did nowadays. Ever since the movie's trailer was released he had received much attention from the media. He didn't know if he would ever get over people following him around. This was definitely new to him.
"Sorry about the paparazzi," Kurt said with a frown.
"Oh, I'm used to it," Katie replied. "The last time I worked on a movie set it was on TED. You want to see paparazzi? Try working for Mark Wahlberg."
"Well, I'm definitely not that popular – I guess that's a blessing," Kurt picked at his salad. "So if you worked for Mark Wahlberg, why on earth are you working with me now?" Kurt laughed.
Katie leaned in close. "Just between you and me…"
Kurt leaned forward so that he could hear her better.
"His wife is a bit of a psycho."
"Oh my."
"I couldn't stand her constant power trips so I resigned," she looked at Kurt. "I hope your husband is not so high maintenance," she laughed teasingly.
Kurt grinned. "Well, he is but in a different way all together."
They finished their lunch. Kurt paid the bill and got up to leave. Bright flashes went off as a scrum of seven photographers blocked his way. Katie took charge and walked in front of Kurt. She made a trail for him with one hand extended. With her free hand she took his and led him to his car. Kurt was actually glad he had found Katie. Not only did he need the help, but she knew the business. She would be a great asset. Once they were in the car Kurt thanked her.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to all this," he laughed.
"You will. It will become normal to you in no time," Katie smiled at him. "Just don't do anything dumb. They'll have a field day with you then."
He dropped her off at the office. She wanted to finish up some work before going home. Kurt's shooting was done for the day so he decided to go home early. Blaine had an early flight out of San Francisco. If they were lucky they'd get some quality time together. He missed Blaine terribly but he wouldn't trade this feeling for anything. He knew that they were both so blessed to be married for so long and still not be able to go a single day without painfully missing each other.
Kurt pulled up to the house and couldn't believe what he saw. Is someone climbing up the side of my house? Is he taking pictures of my home through the window? "What the…" He parked and got out of his car.
"What the hell are you doing," Kurt yelled.
The man was startled. He climbed down as fast as he could and ran down the block and around the corner. Kurt was in disbelief. He didn't think he'd ever get used to people following him around but this was an entirely different monster. They had come to his home. They had invaded his privacy. What if he and Blaine had been home and in their bedroom? He made his way into the house and called Katie.
She picked up promptly, "This is Katie. Assistant to Mr. Anderson Hummel"
"It's me, Katie."
"Hi Kurt. Are you alright?"
"No. I'm not. I just pulled up to my house and found a man scaling my wall like fucking Spiderman," he was furious. "He actually took pictures of the inside of my home, Katie. MY HOME. What am I going to do?"
"Oh man. I'm sorry Kurt. Unfortunately that is considered to be completely normal in this town. Why do you think all the celebrities live in the hills? All their homes have gates and fences and security."
"Are you telling me we're going to have to move?"
"I would definitely think about it if I were you. The paparazzi will pretty much do anything to get a juicy picture. If your house is vulnerable you should at the very least hire some security."
Kurt sighed and leaned back on the couch. I think Blaine and I have a lot to talk about when he gets home," he said. "Thanks Katie. I really appreciate your help."
"That's what I'm here for. Do you want me to call a security company in the meantime?"
"Yeah. That would be great, thanks. Keep me posted."
"Sure thing. Have a good night Kurt."
"You too. Thanks."
He hung up the phone then got up. He meticulously went to every single window in the house and drew the blinds. He sighed and made his way into the bathroom to retrieve water and Advil for his now lingering headache. Once the meds were taken he decided to lay down for a nap. He was suddenly exhausted and Blaine wouldn't be home for another hour or so.
Blaine came home to find Kurt curled up in their bed. He decided that napping was a wonderful idea. He took off his suit not taking as much care as he usually did. He simply could not wait to get in bed with Kurt. He left his clothing in a pool on the floor. He slid quietly and gently beneath the covers and wrapped his arms around his sleeping husband. He sighed happily. He was home – not only physically but emotionally. He pressed his face into the crook of Kurt's neck and simply took in his scent, his warmth, his entire being. Kurt stirred and pressed back into Blaine's spooning body. His back was strong against Blaine's equally strong chest. Blaine let out a gentle coo and closed his eyes. It would be the last time Blaine would get a decent sleep in a long time.
