So you know when I said I didn't know how this was going to end?
Well, that's still true. But you Humble Readers were all so distraught at my depressing almost-ending that I just had to continue. For your own safety and well-being, if anything. I care/worry about you guys.
Anyway, chuck some reviews at me. Hopefully this is more cheerful :)
And I own NOTHING.
A Little Bit of Fun Part Nine
Kurt made his way into the house, his arms laden with shopping bags. He hoped a little retail therapy would make him feel better, but after nearly two months he hadn't felt genuinely happy at all. It was the kind of unhappiness that he had never felt before, the kind that not even a pair of $200 skinny jeans and an Alexander McQueen sweater could fix. Nothing had been able to fill that emptiness.
He felt hollow, like a part of him was missing. It sort of reminded him of how he had felt when his mother died. He was always so much closer to her than Daddy, and when she passed away it felt like she'd taken a part of him with her. But Daddy's incessant pampering eventually filled the void, and for years Kurt didn't even think about his mother. Everything he did was to fill the void – latching himself onto rich boyfriends that would spoil him rotten, throwing himself around like he didn't matter – it was all to stop him from thinking about just how sad his life was.
But now it was like some barrier in his brain had been knocked down, and things he had never allowed himself to think about before had spilled out into the rest of his head. It was all Blaine's fault, of course. There was just something about him that made Kurt spill all his deepest, darkest secrets without even meaning to. It was one of the many strange things about Blaine that Kurt couldn't help but love, but he hadn't seen Blaine in nearly two months. He needed to stop thinking about that weekend... that life-changing weekend. That was in the past, and Dave Karofsky was his future now.
He left his shopping bags in the hallway as usual, and made his way to Dave's office. When he opened the door, Dave was having a rather heated discussion on the phone.
"I told you, you'll get your damn package!" he said angrily into the phone, not even noticing Kurt. "And you better not be screwing me over, man, you know our deal. I get a 50% cut of everything you sell, no less than that. Do you have any idea how difficult it is trying to get this amount of gear? Look, I've sent my new delivery guy to you, and he'll get there when he gets there. What does it matter to you what happened to my old guy? Yeah, I know he was reliable, but Anderson's not working for me anymore so quit complaining."
Kurt was still standing in the doorway, and felt a horrible lurch in his stomach at the sound of Blaine's name. Why wasn't he working for Dave anymore? What had happened to him?
"No, Anderson didn't bail on me, asshole," Dave said into the phone. "Do you think I'd allow that? My employees are allowed to quit if they want, and they all know better than to rat on me. Anderson was never a permanent fixture anyway, so I don't give a shit what he'd doing now. What's it to you anyway? Look, my new guy will get your package to you, and I better be getting my cut of the taking if you know what's good for you!"
Dave looked up and finally noticed Kurt standing there, and Kurt smirked at him.
"Hey, I got to go," Dave said down the phone. "I'll call you back, okay?"
He put the phone down without saying goodbye and made his way over to Kurt, a broad smile on his face.
"Hey, baby," he said, sounding a lot less angry now. "How was your shopping?"
He kissed his boyfriend on the cheek, and Kurt continued to smirk as if it didn't repulse him at all.
"Fine, fine," he said dismissively, trying to sound as casual as possible. "What was that you were saying about Anderson? Why isn't he working for you anymore?"
Dave shrugged. "Some shit about going straight and getting a legit job or something. I don't really care to be honest. Delivery boys like him are ten a penny, so it's not big lose."
Kurt chuckled, even though he felt like he was dying inside with all this talk of Blaine.
"Shame really," he said casually, as butterflies swarmed in his stomach. "I kind of liked that guy."
Dave just laughed, slowly ushering Kurt out of the room.
"I've got to call that idiot Rutherford back," he said, his hand on the small of Kurt's back. "Why don't you go take a nice bath or something and I'll be right with you when I'm done, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt said, before turning quickly to look at Dave. "Can I ask you just one thing though, Honey-bear?"
"Sure thing, babe," said Dave. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong," said Kurt with a well practiced innocent smile. "I was just wondering if you know where Anderson is."
Dave's eyebrows furrowed. "Babe, why do you care?"
"Oh, I'm just curious," said Kurt, as innocently as possible. "You know me and him kind of made friends that time when you were in New York and I was hoping I'd get to see him again. Since he's not working for you anymore I guess I won't be able to, but it would be nice to talk to him again. It's always nice having someone to talk to, and he gets musicals and designers way better than you do, Honey-bear."
Kurt was relieved to see Dave smile. "Well I can give you his phone number, y'know, if it'll make you happy."
"Oh, it would," said Kurt, wrapping his arms around Dave's neck. "It really, really would, sweetie. With you busy with work and stuff it would be so nice to have my old friend to talk to."
"Anything to make my baby happy," said Dave, resting his big hands on Kurt's hips.
Kurt grinned and got up on his tip-toes to kiss Dave on the lips. He was too excited to feel repulsed by it.
Later that day, as Dave continued working in his office, Kurt paced around the master bedroom with his cell phone in his hand. Dave had given him Blaine's number, but he just didn't know what to say. What do you say to the love of your life after almost two months of silence? Finally, after a lot of deliberation, Kurt perched himself on the edge of the bed and called him. His heart hammered against his chest as waited for Blaine to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Blaine."
Kurt's voice came out an octave higher than usual. He was glad that Blaine couldn't see him because he was blushing quite violently.
"Oh my God, Kurt," Blaine said happily. "Wow... it's so good to hear from you!"
"Yeah, you too," said Kurt, grinning from ear to ear. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too," said Blaine. "How've you been?"
Kurt decided to be honest. "Kind of awful actually. You?"
Blaine chuckled a little bitterly. "Yeah, about the same."
"David said you're not working for him anymore," said Kurt, relaxing a little bit where he sat. "It's because of me, isn't it?"
"Partly," he said after a pause. "Also I wanted a job that was a little more law-abiding. I'm a waiter at a restaurant now. And I figured it would be better for both of us if there was no chance of us seeing each other. Like you said, you can't leave Karofsky."
"Yeah," Kurt said sadly. "I guess it would've hurt more if I had to keep on seeing you. But I... I miss you, Blaine."
"I know, beautiful. You have no idea how much I miss you."
Kurt sighed, falling back on the bed. Butterflies were once again fluttering wildly in his stomach when Blaine called him beautiful.
"Blaine?" he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come and see you?" Kurt asked nervously. "I mean, I get it if you don't want me to, but..."
"No, no, no," Blaine insisted. "Of course I want to see you!"
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "Great. I can just tell David that I'm having a girly night with Santana and Brittany, and then he won't expect me home tonight. You can text me your address."
"Awesome," said Blaine, sounding incredibly happy. "I'll see you later then, Kurt. I can't wait."
"Me either."
Kurt drove over to Blaine apartment later, feeling like he could have sung or screamed or danced with joy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this happy. He had told Dave that he was staying at Santana's – he'd packed a bag of clothes and toiletries for the next day and everything – and Dave was so busy that he didn't even ask questions. Kurt couldn't believe his luck, and his hand shook when he rang Blaine's doorbell. There was a seconds worth of silence when Blaine finally answered the door, where they just looked at each other. Blaine was just as small and gorgeous as ever, with his short, curly black hair and his hazel eyes framed with long black lashes. He clearly hadn't shaved in a while, but Kurt liked him with a bit of scruff. Blaine grinned and his eyes lit up as he gazed at Kurt, clearly awestruck.
"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Come in, come in."
He ushered Kurt into his little apartment, shutting the door behind him.
"I know this place isn't the grandeur you're used to," Blaine said, blushing slightly.
Kurt smirked. "No, it really isn't."
They both laughed, sitting down on the sofa. Blaine didn't seem to be able to stop looking at Kurt, like he couldn't believe he was real. Kurt suddenly felt nervous, but he didn't know why. He looked at his hands.
"I'm so glad you're here," said Blaine. "It's so good to see you again. I didn't think I ever would."
"Neither did I," said Kurt quietly. "But I figured we'd be a little safer since you're not working for David anymore."
Blaine shifted closer, curling his arm around Kurt's waist. Kurt finally looked away from his hands and right into Blaine's eyes, his breath catching in his throat at the intense way that Blaine was looking at him. He could feel his heart racing and his face getting hot. It had been so long since he'd felt like this. He and Blaine were only looking at each other, but it was enough to make him fall apart completely. Before he even knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed Blaine very gently on the lips. Blaine sighed, holding Kurt closer and kissing him back. It was soft and slow and surprisingly innocent. When they separated their eyes were still closed and their noses were still grazing.
"Karofsky's definitely not expecting you home, right?" Blaine whispered.
"No," Kurt breathed. "He barely even noticed me leave the house."
Blaine chuckled quietly. "He's getting a little sloppy with his most prized possession."
Kurt opened his eyes and smirked. "I'm not his possession, honey."
"Damn straight you're not, beautiful," said Blaine, opening his eyes and smirking right back.
He stood up, taking Kurt's hand and leading him to his bedroom. He sat on his bed and pulled Kurt onto his lap, straddling him.
"I just noticed that for a one bedroom bachelor pad, this place is really clean," Kurt said, casually playing with Blaine's hair as he looked around the tidy bedroom.
"I'm kind of a neat freak," Blaine shrugged. "It's lame, I know."
"Yes, it is," said Kurt with a sweet smile. "But I suppose that's just the way you were taught back at the nunnery."
Blaine laughed. "God, you're so mean to me."
"And yet you love me so much," said Kurt with an arched eyebrow. "What does that say about you?"
They both laughed before their lips met in another surprisingly innocent kiss. Blaine fell back on the bed, taking Kurt with him, and they kissed a little more fiercely as they quickly undressed each other. Their hands and mouths roamed all over each other's bodies, their hot, sweaty skin burning against one another. Blaine reached over to the bedside cabinet for a condom and some lube, and slicked up his fingers as Kurt spread his legs for him, shivering with anticipation. He hissed when Blaine pushed one wet finger inside him, but encouraged him not to stop. Soon Blaine added a second finger, scissoring them and quickening his movements until Kurt was mewling and writhing under him, and when a third finger was added Kurt cried out loudly.
"Ready for me, beautiful?"
Kurt was beyond words and simply nodded vigorously. Blaine slipped on the condom and lubed himself up, positioning himself between Kurt's legs. They caught each other's lips in a hard kiss as Blaine pushed himself into Kurt's opening in one swift moment, both of them groaning into each other's mouths. There was a second where they stayed still, trembling and holding each other, savouring the moment as they looked into each other's eyes, before they finally started to move. It started slow, and Kurt didn't mind. He wanted this to last as long as possible, this amazing pleasure that he was sure he would never feel again. Blaine trailed kisses down his neck, worshiping him as their hips moved in a steady, sensual rhythm. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's hips, whispering his name in between moans of blissful pleasure.
They kissed each other slowly and passionately as they made love – and that's what it was, real love-making. Kurt had never experienced anything like it before. The old Kurt would have thought it was it was lame and pointless and not nearly as enjoyable as a good hard fuck. But the old Kurt had been dead for nearly two months, and the new Kurt couldn't think of anything more perfect that being worshipped and made love to by Blaine, by the love of his life.
They started to move a little faster and more erratically as they were nearing the edge, but it was still so sensual and passionate. They were so completely lost in each other. Nothing else in the world mattered, and neither wanted this to end. Blaine breathlessly chanted Kurt's name into his ear, wishing that time could stand still, that this never had to be over. Kurt's moans were getting louder and louder. Finally their orgasms hit them, crashing over them both like a tidal wave, both of them shaking from the intensity of it as they cried out before collapsing in a sweaty heap.
Once they'd cleaned up, they snuggled together under the covers, holding each other and lazily kissing. Kurt's heart was swelling with happiness, so much happiness that it completely eclipsed the worry about going home tomorrow. That just didn't matter right now.
"I love you so much," he said, his eyes swimming with happy tears for the first time in ages.
"I love you too," said Blaine, brushing Kurt's hair out of his face and smiling. "I never, ever stopped."
There'll be one more chapter after this, although I have no idea what's going to happen in it.
But, besides that, I hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers :)
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