I Know You Get Me
Part Two: The Promise
Blaine grasped Kurt's hand, and led him to the couch across the room. He realized that he shouldn't be teasing Kurt like this, but it wasn't something he could necessarily help. He had feelings for him, and he didn't want to hide them, even though he couldn't fully display them yet. As much as he liked Kurt, Blaine had made a promise to Teddy, and he always kept his promises. This should be no exception.
Yes, their relationship had been on the rocks for the past 6 months, and for all intents and purposes, they were broken up. However, when they first got together two years ago, Blaine had sworn to him he would never cheat on him. No matter how much he liked another guy. At the time, that didn't seem like too challenging a promise to keep; there wasn't exactly a plethora of picturesque gay guys in Blaine's life. Even though Blaine and Teddy might as well have been split, the actual words had never been spoken. And the actual words were the only thing that would end this self-binding verbal contract between the two.
So, as Blaine felt Kurt's hand on his thigh, he wasn't sure at all what to do. He liked it. God, did he like it. The promise, Blaine. Remember the promise. Teddy. The promise.
In attempt to confuse Kurt, as well as trying to prevent any further moves, Blaine's reaction to the touch was simply a quizzical look. Hopefully, Kurt would realize this was not what they should be doing. Not something he wanted to do. Bullsh*t. You know you want it, Blaine—No. The promise.
Blaine was only slightly cognizant of what was going on after this, wrapped up in his own conflicting emotions. He heard Kurt mumble something about being "proper", and then felt Kurt's hands cup either side of his face. Stop this now. Someone is going to get hurt. And that someone is going to be Kurt. But the moment Kurt's lips met his, his entire defense seems to collapse like a Jenga stack.
When Kurt went in the second time, much more passionately, somehow Blaine's thoughts became much clearer. He remembered why they could not do this.
"Kurt...I can't. I just…I can't," Blaine longed to have the feel of Kurt's mouth on his once again, but knew he couldn't have that luxury in good conscience.
As Blaine's eyes took in the look of complete rejection on Kurt's face, his mind seemed to crumble again. Blaine attempted to justify the termination, but the words inevitably came out wrong.
"I'm sorry. It just…doesn't feel right. I don't know." Kurt's face was absolutely unbearable. I told you he was going to get hurt, asshole. Didn't I say that? But you crumbled. You crumbled hard. Why would you do that? You've f*cked up royally this time, Blaine. You can't fix what you just did.
Blaine's thoughts were interrupted by a severely wounded Kurt.
"I don't feel right, is what you mean." The hatred in his voice was more apparent than anything else.
"No! God. Kurt. That's NOT what I meant. It's not you-" God, that was a stupid thing to say.
"Oh! 'It's not you, it's me', is that it!" Told you. I told you.
"Kurt! That's not-" but he was already out the door. He ran after him, catching up to him as he's about to go out the front door.
"Kurt, don't go. Please." Blaine wasn't sure why he should stay. That was actually a very bad idea. If there's anything Blaine wanted to do the least, it was hurt Kurt even further. The best way to avoid that was to let him go. But that is not what his heart wanted. Not in the slightest.
"You don't even have a car! Where are you going to go?" Which was an honest question. Blaine had driven him here. It was almost an hour to Lima.
"I don't care. Just not here." The words felt like daggers. They knocked the wind out of him.
As Blaine unconsciously caught the Dalton jacket in his hands, and Kurt slammed the door, the emotion finally spilled over. Staring at the closed door, the tears began to fall.
There was only one way to set things right.
As Blaine knocked on his door a week later, the only image in his head was the last expression he had seen on Kurt's face as he left. He knew he had to end this once and for all.
The door opened, and Blaine was knocked senseless once more by the mere sight of him. The impact of the spectacle was most likely brought on by the three weeks it had been since they had seen each other. A mixture of pent up feelings, recalled emotion, and nostalgic memories almost entirely consumed him. However, Blaine knew this would happen—it was a part of his impeccable charm; it was part of the reason Blaine fell in love with him in the first place. He knew how he would feel, and he had mentally prepared himself as well as he possibly could. He was not going to waver from this task in front of him.
And then Teddy smiled at him.
"Hello, Blaine. You can come in, but we'll have to make it quick. I've got football practice in about a half an hour."
Blaine followed Teddy into his apartment. Teddy was continuing to the bedroom without looking back. When Blaine stopped in the main room, Teddy turned, a curious look on his face.
"That's not what I'm here for, Teddy." Presumptuous douche bag. Presumptuous gorgeous douche bag.
Teddy crossed his arms, a glint of amusement appearing in his glimmering blue eyes.
"It's not? Then why the hell are you here? This seems a tad bit out of routine—Sex first, catch up later—"
"Teddy, I can't do this anymore." Blaine couldn't bring himself to look at him when he said this, so he settled with staring down at his shoes. Didn't exactly help with him trying to appear strong and confident.
Teddy reduced the couple yards that were between them, stopping about a foot in front of him. Blaine chanced a look up at his face. The amusement in his face was even more prominent up close. "We've been here before" is what he's thinking right now. I know it. Well, this time I'm dead serious. This is ending. I've come this far already.
Blaine returned to staring at his shoes. If he didn't look at him, he had a much better chance at succeeding.
But of course, Teddy wouldn't make it that easy.
Blaine felt a curled finger under his chin, which then lifted his face till he was gazing into Teddy's impenetrable eyes.
"Can't do what anymore?" Teddy whispered.
"Teddy, don't." Blaine removed the boy's hand from his face. His irritation was beginning to rise with Teddy, making it a bit easier to resist him. Blaine stared back at him with a sharp, agitated look. "We are done. For good." He was slightly surprised by the confidence in his own voice.
"'For good' this time, huh?" Teddy retorted, patronizing. "Whatever you say…"
Before Blaine could stop it, Teddy's lips had smashed against his in a rigorous, hungry manner. Blaine's mind raced at about a million miles an hour. With so many thoughts overbearing his mind, his body took the liberty of speaking for itself. Blaine's fingers dug themselves into his glossy, sleek, golden hair, another hand digging into his back. He didn't object in the least when he felt Teddy shove him into the nearest wall, with unyielding force.
Teddy's tongue seemed to be everywhere. And good lord, did he know how to use it. He could feel it wrapping itself around his, stroking his teeth, escaping every now and then to attack his neck. Teddy's teeth tugged hard on his lower lip. The only sound Blaine seemed to be able to get out was a moan.
In what seemed like no time at all, they were both down to their underwear. Teddy lifted Blaine, allowing him to curl his legs around Teddy's waist and his arms around his neck. Blaine's breathing continued to increase as Teddy simultaneously devoured his neck and carried him into his bedroom. Teddy literally flung Blaine onto his bed, and then pounced on him, pressing his shoulders down and straddling him, while continuing to attack his mouth.
Pausing only momentarily, he whispered seductively into Blaine's ear, "All you have to do is say the words, Blaine." Teddy then began assaulting his jaw line with zero hesitation or mercy. But even before that, Blaine's entire perception of what he had set out to do was annihilated.
With virtually no thought behind the words at all, Blaine gasped, "Take me."
Teddy was only too willing to carry out that request.
author's note:
Hey guys! Thanks for the awesome reviews. I DO indeed have a part three, I promise. Well, I've got it all written in my head. I just have to type it out. Which it will be soon, I swear. I just have to find the time. Again, thank you all! Your reviews are beautiful.