A/N: I'm so so so so so sorry D: I know I promised you a chapter WAY sooner than this, but life got busy, I got lazy, and this is what happened. LUCKILY! I went to the Vancouver aquarium! And seeing as it was one of my little plot points that I wanted the boys to visit there, now that I've actually been there, it's going to be easier to write :D
AND! The lovely Lovegirl7 did some fanart for my story "And All the Little Things You Do" it's really adorable, so go check it out!
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so without further ado, here is chapter two! (tehe, it rhymed!)
"You what?" Mercedes practically screamed. Her and Kurt were seated in the food court at the mall, having a little chat over some veggie fries. Kurt was regretting telling Mercedes about what him and Blaine had done. Though she was Kurt's best friend, she never had the best reactions. ("You and Blaine are dating?" "He did what to your mouth?" "He said that?") And they were always loud.
"If you would quiet down!" If there was one thing Kurt couldn't stand, it was the odd glares people gave him in public, for whatever reason it may have been. "Yes! We did! Okay?" Kurt was in a huffy mood now. Not only had Mercedes drawn everyone's attention to them, but Kurt was already blushing when he told her. Now it was just worse.
"Sorry, sorry, I just...really?" Mercedes gave him this shocked expression.
"Really, really." Kurt's blushing began to subside as everyone's glares turned away to more interesting things, and his mind became flooded with thoughts of Blaine.
"Well...what was it like? Was it any different than..." Mercedes gestured with her hands for Kurt to elaborate.
"It was..." Kurt paused. Since that night, a week ago, he hadn't been able to put his finger on it; what it was like. He could use every synonym of 'perfect' in his repertoire, but it still didn't measure up. "It was just right. It didn't feel forced. We took our time. And...it was completely different then doing it by myself," Kurt nearly blushed, but Mercedes looked at him in awe and curiosity. Without a word from her, he continued. "I guess it was just...it was him. It was his hands. I've never been so exposed in my life. But there he was. And it was wonderful." Kurt and Mercedes both sighed before giggling at their simultaneous sighs.
"So, everything is okay now? I mean, you won't always give him that look of 'get in my pants, you idiot' type of thing?" Mercedes had a strange way of putting it, but Kurt was pretty sure he understood.
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "If things keep going this well, maybe it won't be necessary." Together they laughed before the topic of conversation moved to other things, like Mercedes' plans for the holidays.
"So, am I ever going to meet this mystery boyfriend of yours?" Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"He's not really my boyfriend. We just...hangout and stuff." Mercedes shifted in her seat.
"It's the 'stuff' that I'm referring to! Come on, 'Cedes! I tell you everything!" Kurt leaned closer to Mercedes and lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. "Even the things that should be kept private," Kurt sat himself up straight again before continuing. "And here you are, refusing to tell me about this secret boyfriend of yours!" Kurt knew he was being a little pushy, but it was only fair, seeing as he'd revealed his own secrets to her.
"Well, you've met him before. But he doesn't go to McKinley. And he's not black." Kurt's eyebrows knitted together.
"You know, it was one time! And you did think he was cute, for the record. He just so happened to be black! Jesus, Mercedes!" Kurt swatted at her hand as she giggled.
"Don't use the lords name in vain, Kurt." Kurt simply glared as Mercedes threw her head back laughing.
"Seriously, Mercedes! This isn't funny! We're best friends," Kurt reached across the table to take Mercedes' hand. "We tell each other everything, you're one of two people in this world that I trust with my clothes, and you're the only girl in the world that I would marry! Other than Patti LuPone, ooh! Or Idina Menzel," Kurt watched Mercedes bitch glare set in before he was reminded what he was talking about. "You know what I mean, you're among the elite few! Please, please tell me!"
Mercedes placed her hand over her heart in adoration. "Wait, one of the two? Who else do you trust?" Mercedes put on her best bitch glare. Mercedes could only think of one person who Kurt would let anywhere near his clothes, other than her. Her thoughts were interrupted when Kurt slapped at her hand.
"My dry-cleaners, of course! You didn't think..." Kurt began laughing almost uncontrollably. "Y-you thought, I'd let, Blaine Warbler..." Kurt was engulfed by the laughter. Mercedes couldn't help but laugh with him. The idea was completely outrageous.
Once the laughter had subsided, Kurt took Mercedes hand again. "Are you sure you're not going to tell me?" Kurt was almost done with his prying. Mercedes sighed.
"I'm sure. Besides, I'm not even sure where we stand, relationship wise. I don't want to scare him off. And I don't want to start telling everyone that I have this boyfriend, when that may not be the case." Mercedes features visibly slumped. Kurt pinched her cheek encouragingly.
"That's not the Mercedes attitude I was hoping for! Come on! You're the religious one of the two of us! Don't you pray for this kind of stuff?" Mercedes rolled her eyes. Kurt wasn't the most informed on how religion worked.
"How about this, I'll skype you,"
"How does this solve the—"
"With mystery man. But, only after I figure out where we stand. Then, you'll be the first to see us. Fair?" Mercedes held out her pinky finger. Kurt stared at it for a moment.
"...You're not serious are you?" Kurt quirked his eyebrow.
"Oh, I'm dead serious. Take the pinky, mister, or leave it." Mercedes was smiling proudly, she knew Kurt couldn't say no to her offer.
Kurt sighed in defeat, Mercedes had on her winning smile. "Fine." The two friends linked pinkies before shaking them. The deal was sealed.
Once the two of them had finished the veggie fries, and made their pinky promise, they both stood to leave. Kurt was expected at Blaine's house for six-thirty, and it was getting dangerously close to four o'clock already.
"Kurt?" Kurt took his eyes away from the tray that he was putting down to look at Mercedes.
"Yeah?" Kurt was a little confused, Mercedes was sounding shy and embarrassed, rare for the diva.
"What was it like...you know, doing that f-for Blaine?" Mercedes chewed her lip. Though the conversation had long since moved on from that topic, here they were, swallowed up by the awkwardness.
"Oh. Uhm, I-I didn't...I mean he—er—it wasn't...necessary." Kurt was blushing harder than he thought he ever had. Should he feel bad about revealing this? Though it was true, Blaine hadn't needed Kurt's assistance. Kurt wondered if he should've just lied about it. Would Blaine be embarrassed?
"Oh. You mean he..." Mercedes trailed off, Kurt only nodded shortly. Mercedes, too, nodded. "I-I guess you should get going. It's almost four, wouldn't want to keep the Anderson's waiting, right?" Mercedes smiled softly. This was a bittersweet goodbye. They wouldn't be seeing each other for almost two entire months.
"Yeah, I probably should." There was a pause in which Kurt embraced Mercedes fully. The hug lasted longer than probably appropriate, but neither would let the other go.
"I'm gonna miss you, Kurty." Mercedes spoke softly. It sounded like she was crying, though Kurt couldn't really judge. He was crying, too.
"I'll miss you more, 'Cedes." They mutually pulled back from the hug, tears coating their cheeks. "We'll skype, even if there isn't a man at your side. I promise." Kurt assured her.
"Don't let curly-sue keep you away from me for too long." Mercedes winked before she turned to exit. Kurt waved slightly as his best friend disappeared. Kurt sighed, his mood was dampened, but he had places to go and people to see, those places and people being exclusive to the Anderson family.
"Kuuuurt!" Finn was hunched over his suitcase with his head in his hands. As Kurt had predicted, Finn had left his packing for day before they left.
"What is it now, Finn? I'm trying to get ready for dinner with Blaine's pare—" Kurt was stopped short as he rounded the corner. What he saw was a disaster.
Finn's clothes were perched on nearly every surface of the room and his various belongings with them. "Help?" Finn spoke in a small voice. Kurt was defenseless in his pity for the poor lug. Not only had frankenteen managed to wrinkle every article of clothing he owned, he'd also managed to break a few picture frames from the tornado of clothes.
"Oh, Finn." Kurt crouched down beside his brother. He checked his watch quickly; 4:55. If he budgeted his time carefully, he could probably get Finn's disaster of a room fixed, and still be at the Anderson's house ready, and presentable, and on time. "Let's start with this," Kurt sniffed the sweatshirt. He wrinkled his nose up in disgust. "Is this even clean?" Kurt inquired.
"I washed it a couple weeks ago, I only wore it once...to football practice." Finn answered sheepishly. Kurt tossed the sweatshirt as far away from him as possible.
"So first, laundry. All of these need to be washed." Kurt stated.
"But not all of my clothes smell bad!" Finn defended.
Kurt shook his head. "They may not stink but they are wrinkled. Laundry first. Put the clean stuff on a quick wash in the washer and a steam press in the dryer. Then take the dirty stuff and put it on heavy load in the washer and quick dry in the dryer. It should be done in about an hour, tops." Kurt directed. Finn was wearing an expression that almost looked like he was taking notes, mentally.
"But wait...how can I do two washing loads at once?" Finn asked confused.
"You can't. As soon as one load is done—I suggest you do the clean ones first—then you put the next load in the washer and so forth. The washing cycles only take about ten minutes, though I'm sure the heavy duty will take a little longer, and the dryer only takes fifteen minutes at the most. You got that?" Finn ticked off each order on his fingers.
"Quick wash, steam, heavy duty, quick dry. I think so." Finn looked up at Kurt happily.
"Good, now get started! I'm going to finish picking out my outfit. I actually have to take clothes out of my suitcase for this." Kurt shook his head.
"That's rough, dude." Finn was gathering clothes around his room, tossing them into the laundry basket as he went.
"I mean, I guess it's worth it. They are Blaine's parents. And they're letting him go in the first place. Small sacrifices." Kurt was mostly talking to himself, but Finn was listening in.
"I know what you mean. When I went to Rachel's for breakfast with her dad's, I started freaking out in the car about my shirt because I found a grass stain on the sleeve. I totally thought they would judge me or something." Finn shook his head as if repressing the memory.
"You know not all gays are as fashion savvy as me." Kurt was smirking at the doe-eyed expression on Finn's face. "You'll be able to pack on your own right?" Kurt quirked his eyebrow.
Finn nodded and swallowed. "Uh, yeah, yeah. I should. I think. I mean, it might be hard, but I think...I think I'll be alright?" Finn wasn't even sure and Kurt could sense this.
"Do you want me to help you when I get home?" Kurt deadpanned with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, god yes! Please! I'll pay you! I'll rub your feet for the entire holiday! Just please, please, please help me!" Finn was on his knees begging, he was about to yank on Kurt's jeans to keep him from leaving but he thought better of that.
"I am going with my boyfriend, the foot rubs aren't necessary, thanks. But I appreciate the sentiment. And I will help you. I should be back around ten-ish? Just make sure you fold your clothes after the dryer, okay?" Kurt smiled softly at his brother. Kurt wasn't sure when it happened, but somewhere in the almost year of being a family, Kurt had grown fond of Finn—and not in he creepy "I have a crush on you" way.
"God, you're an angel, Kurt. Thank you! Thank you!" Finn jumped from the ground and pulled Kurt into a bone-crushing hug.
"Okay, okay! Finn! Put me down! I need to get ready!" Kurt was laughing as he attempted to swat at Finn's arms.
"Sorry little dude! Go, go. I got laundry to do," Finn lowered Kurt and Kurt readjusted his headband. "Thank you, really." Finn looked earnest and Kurt smiled a bit.
"Really, it's not big deal, Finn." Kurt lowered his head bashfully.
"No, really. I mean, I wasn't really the best brother to you. But, you're nothing but awesome to me. I'm just...I'm just really sorry about how shitty I treated you. I just—I know I apologized to you already, but still. I still feel guilty." Finn hung his head and Kurt looked at him, almost tearing up.
"I understand. What matters is that," Kurt reached out to touch Finn's arm comfortingly. Finn's body shook. Kurt could swear he was crying. "We're Ohana. Ohana means family, family means,"
"Nobody gets left behind. Dude, did you really just used Lilo and Stitch on me?" Finn chuckled lightly. His eyes rimmed with tears.
"I thought it was a good line, don't judge. Here you had me feeling sorry for you!" Kurt shoved at Finn lightly, causing both boys to laugh lightly.
"Go get ready," Finn said lightly. Kurt stood and nodded. Just as Kurt was out the door, Finn called out. "Good luck, man! Not that you'll need it." Finn winked. Kurt only rolled his eyes calling out thanks before he closed his door, not to emerge until it was absolutely time to leave.
"...and he had me quoting Lilo and Stitch, and ugh, it was so emotional. But I really appreciated it," Kurt was having a very one-sided conversation about his day as he and Blaine made their way up to the house. "And I promised him I'd help him pack later, so unless you want to help me out...looks like you'll just have to entertain yourself," Kurt shrugged. Blaine looked at him with a suppressed smile on his lips, one that Kurt had come to recognize whenever he was babbling. "Can you tell I'm nervous?" Kurt spoke softly as they approached the large, oak doors; the doors that didn't seem intimidating about four yards back.
"Maybe a little. Really, Kurt, you have nothing to worry about. My parents aren't going to eat you," Blaine placed a kiss on the tip of Kurt's nose. "Besides, even if they don't like you, we can still be friends." Kurt's eyes widened in horror as he backed away from Blaine. "I'm kidding, love!" Blaine leaned in for a kiss, only to get his arm swatted at.
"Blaine Charles Anderson, that was not funny!" Kurt spoke icily while still swatting at Blaine. Blaine smiled fondly as Kurt used his full name. He and my mom will get along just fine.
"Okay, okay! I take it back! I take it back!" Kurt huffed his breath before straightening his cardigan and accepting Blaine's waiting hand. "Now can I have a kiss?" Kurt blushed instantly. No matter what mood he was in, Blaine's kisses always made him blush.
The kiss was soft and chaste and wasn't nearly as satisfying as Kurt was hoping. "Okay, I think I can do this."
"I know you can do this." Before Kurt could argue further Blaine swung open the door, revealing warm, inviting décor and a flustered woman shuffling down the stairs.
This woman must've been Blaine's mother. She looked the part; the long, dark, curly hair. Though he couldn't see her eyes, he assumed they looked much like Blaine's. Kurt normally would've squealed in delight at the woman's fashionable choice of an Alexander McQueen blouse, but refrained.
"Oh! Blaine! You!" Blaine hid his face at he laughed at his mothers stricken expression. "You! You must be Kurt!" Her voice was a soft soprano and you could practically hear the smile in her voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Denise." Kurt shook her hand with a large smile on his lips.
"It's nice to meet you, too." Denise dropped Kurt's hand with a look of horror on her face. Kurt raised his eyebrows, confused.
"The chicken!" Denise rushed off to the kitchen in a flustered hurry. Kurt turned to Blaine with an unsettled look on his face.
"Now I see where you get that from." Kurt laughed lightly, Blaine couldn't help himself but to laugh too. It was a too common of an occurrence to be denied. Blaine nodded, smiling.
"Oh probably. Don't worry, you'll get to know how strange she really is during dinner. I apologize ahead of time," Kurt looked at Blaine confusedly, probably for the millionth time in the last five minutes. "Let's just say, not everyone in my family has the gift of eloquence." Blaine supplied as an answer.
"I would remind you of a few situations where you aren't the most eloquent person in the world," Kurt trailed off before his lips were captured by Blaine's. This kiss was more heated and less chaste than probably appropriate.
"Do you want the grand tour?" Blaine asked as he pulled away.
"What about your dad?" Kurt asked softly.
"What about him?" Blaine quirked an eyebrow as he twined their hands together.
"Well, aren't I going to meet him?" Kurt spoke with concern.
"Of course you are, my dad's actually in his office right now, I'm sure he'll be done soon." Blaine assured. Kurt only nodded.
"Then carry on."
Blaine led Kurt through the downstairs hall space, stopping to point out small trinkets with certain significance. Kurt had learned about a snow globe from Blaine's trip to Utah, a miniature surfboard from Hawaii, he'd even seen some letters between his grandparents from the second world war. Blaine had a fair share of interesting things lurking about.
Kurt loved the way Blaine talked so animatedly about the trinkets, they really did mean something to him. Kurt had only ever seen Blaine's face light up like this once before, and he really wasn't supposed to...
It was almost two months ago when Kurt was in the shower before Blaine was supposed to come over to watch movies. Kurt was towel drying his hair when he could hear Blaine and Finn talking in the living room. So, naturally curious, Kurt stepped out from the bathroom to look over the living room where the two boys sat. Finn was looking at Blaine like he was insane, while Blaine babbled on and on excitedly about something.
"I mean, sometimes I feel really lucky to be with him. But other times I feel really unworthy. I guess they're kind of the same thing though, right? He's just so perfect, and even though he really isn't. Does that make sense?" It hadn't taken Kurt long to realize that Blaine was talking about him.
"I mean, he's perfect in my eyes, event he imperfections. It just all seems so...perfect! It doesn't even have to be perfect, nothing has to be perfect, yet he still tries to hard to make everything absolutely flawless, and he gets really flustered when it's not. But I find it endearing, and adorable and wonderful. I just love everything about him, you know? God, I just wish he saw what I saw. He doesn't have to try so hard. I'd be so content just to stare at him for hours on end. That sounds creepy, but, I feel like he's like...the king, and I'm just a peasant fool who the king falls in love with, and I have no idea why. It's just mind-boggling, you know?"
That was the first night that Kurt decided he didn't need to do his hair and put on a whole new outfit. He was rocking damp, unstyled hair and Blaine's Dalton t-shirt and some sweatpants. Kurt didn't miss how Blaine's smile was amplified by about a billion percent when he made his way to the couch. It was moments like this that Kurt knew he'd remember forever.
"Dinner!" Denise's voice cut through Blaine's idle chattering about how much he enjoyed surfing in Hawaii. Kurt swallowed thickly, this was the moment. He couldn't run away from it anymore. He was going to meet Blaine's parents, officially. And there was no doubt in his mind that it was going to be an awkward affair. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand tighter, almost on cue.
"You'll be fine." Blaine reassured. Yeah, fine. Kurt thought. He would have to convince himself of this.
As the two made their way to the dinner table, Kurt overheard hushed voices coming from the kitchen. As him and Blaine took their seats side by side, Kurt tried not to tune into the quiet voices. It was obviously a private conversation between Blaine's parents.
"What if they're talking about me?" Kurt couldn't hold in his worry at the thought. Blaine took his hand beneath the table and squeezed lightly.
"Don't worry so much, you're going to be fine. I can tell my mom already loves you, just by the way she looked at you." Blaine shrugged indifferently. Kurt's mind, on the other hand, was racing. He made note to pay special attention to body language, something that was somewhat unfamiliar territory. But it couldn't be too far from Blaine's body language, which Kurt had grown to understand very well. It was worth a shot.
Denise strolled into the room carrying large, plastic bowl filled with a mixture of romaine lettuce, fresh spinach, chopped red and yellow peppers, mushrooms and feta cheese. She had strategically paired the salad with a light Italian vinaigrette. Kurt was over the moon with the salad alone. It had almost everything he loved. Next, Denise brought out a plate with an easily recognizable scent; chicken Parmesan. It took almost all of Kurt's strength not to laugh as he sipped his water carefully. Blaine was in a similar predicament, but with less restraint.
"What's so funny, boys?" Denise asked curiously. Of course, mother dearest had no idea how hilarious the chicken Parmesan was to both boys. They planned to keep it that way.
"Nothing, mom. We just had this for dinner not too long ago. Kurt made it, when I went over for dinner." Blaine replied with a poorly hidden smile.
"Oh, I didn't know that," Denise looked troubled. "But just wait till you see what we're having for dessert!" Denise chimed.
"Oh, I don't know, mom. Kurt's dessert was pretty mind-blowing." Kurt couldn't restrain his laughter any longer. He covered his mouth as silent giggles shook his body, Blaine only smiled at him, shaking silently with laughter as well. Clearly, Denise wasn't getting it.
"Oh really, what did he make?" Denise spoke conversationally. Kurt and Blaine couldn't help themselves but to laugh rather loudly and abruptly. Blaine cleared his throat to force back another wave of giggles.
"Vanilla Ice-cream. Homemade stuff, too." Kurt wanted to punch, scold and fondle Blaine all at the same time. It was rather confusing.
"Oh, Kurt, you'll just have to teach me how to make it! When you two get back, of course." Denise had a genuine look of intrigue, and Kurt wouldn't deny that it made his heart feel a little lighter.
"That sounds like a great idea, and Blaine can help! I mean, he did help me make it and all." Kurt was enjoying this now. The sneaky innuendos that no one else understood. It was odd, Kurt had never done this before, and even though it seemed rather childish, it really didn't matter to Kurt. It was Blaine, just Blaine. Plain, simple, gorgeous, understanding Blaine. He'd seen Kurt naked for crying out loud, there was no more boundaries. And for once, the freedom felt wonderful.
Denise smiled before she left the dining area in search of Blaine's father. Kurt then began to sink back into his nervous state. "Is it too late to fake the flu and go home right now?" Kurt asked nervously as he tapped his fingers idly against his thigh, only to have them stilled by Blaine's gentle touch.
"Don't worry, Mumble-bee. I'm here, you'll be fine." Blaine kissed Kurt chastely ignoring the faint blush rising in Kurt's cheeks due to the nickname.
"I thought we didn't use nicknames in public, Bug-a-boo." Kurt quipped playfully.
"This doesn't count as public, Kurt. This is my home. Besides, I wouldn't be completely embarrassed if my parents heard that. Whereas other noises we like to ma—" Blaine was cutoff.
"I hope you're talking about your singing voices." The deep voice made Blaine and Kurt spring back from their noticeable close proximity.
The man that stood before them was much taller than Blaine, but he had a similar face, and the eyebrows. His face was set hard as stone and his expression was unreadable. Blaine's expression was very calm, somehow this made Kurt feel a little better. Maybe this was Blaine's dad's happy face.
"Of course. Dad, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is my dad, Chuck." Kurt stood to take Chuck's hand.
"It's nice to meet you, sir." Chuck was taken aback by the boys manners and firm handshake, not what he had been expecting.
"It's about time, actually. Blaine almost never shuts up about you." Denise spoke lightly.
"Thanks mom, really." Blaine shook his head in embarrassment. Kurt tried not to smile a humongous smile that would threaten to shatter his face muscles. The confession made him that happy.
Everyone began eating, passing around the salad bowl around the table silently before Denise spoke up. "So, you're in a glee club, too, right?" Her tone was conversational.
"Yeah, New Directions," Kurt answered politely. He took one bite of the salad and swore that he'd never tasted anything more delicious, and that was saying something. "This salad is amazing," Kurt commented. Blaine was shoveling down his salad so quickly, Kurt wasn't sure if he was even tasting it. "What are you doing?" Kurt whispered only loud enough for Blaine to hear.
"I hate salad. I just want to get it over with." Kurt tentatively placed his hands on Blaine's thigh and squeezed.
"Slow down, or you're going to choke and die before you get there." Kurt squeezed again before removing his hand completely. Blaine kind of missed the touch.
"Thank you, Kurt." Denise spoke with a bright smile. Blaine directed a wink at his mother to which she shook her head lightly. Kurt didn't miss the friendly exchange
"So Kurt, why did you transfer back to that public school?" Chuck spoke for the first time since they'd sat down.
"Oh, I, well, the tuition is pretty steep, and I felt really guilty about making my parents pay for me. And I missed my friends, it just seemed like the best decision." Kurt answered shyly. He could almost feel Chuck judging him.
"I see. What does your father do for a living?" Chuck was eating his salad at a rate much similar to Blaine's. Kurt was so confused as to why the Anderson boys didn't like salad. It was amazing. Kurt was so distracted that he almost forgot that a question had been directed at him.
"Oh, uh, he's a mechanic. We own our own shop and everything." Kurt replied nonchalantly.
"We?" Chuck almost dropped his fork but recovered from the wave of shock quickly, clearing his throat instead.
"Well, yeah. I help him out sometimes. When I was little we used to fix cars together." Kurt furrowed his eyebrows a bit. Was it really that hard to believe that he, Kurt Hummel, knew about cars?
Blaine was smiling proudly as his boyfriend wowed his dad. Blaine knew that his dad was skeptical, but now that he and Kurt had a common ground, he could almost guarantee that his father went into this expecting some primped up snob who was just another pretty face. Beauty of Kurt's face aside, Kurt was a whole lot more. He could almost see his father figuring this out as the conversation progressed.
"So, you know cars pretty well then, I assume?" Chuck had finished his salad and began to push the plate aside, eyes still fixed on the peculiar boy. Chuck thought Kurt would be a walking, talking stereotype, this was not the case.
"I know a fair amount, yes. I assume you know a thing or two, as well. Blaine told me you and him rebuilt a car one summer." Kurt smiled softly as Blaine beamed at him. Kurt's attention to details was one of Blaine's favorite things about him. One of.
"I know a fair bit. Can't say the same for Blaine." Chuck smirked at his son. Blaine's face scrunched up in embarrassment. Kurt felt himself smiling in spite of Blaine's expression.
"Hey, I did pretty well! I picked up on most of that stuff! Besides, when am I ever going to need to fix my own car when I've got Kurt or Burt?" Blaine joked lightly, he elbowed at Kurt who only rolled his eyes affectionately.
"He must be getting better, my dad told me you found and identified a corroborator once." Kurt added in support of Blaine's argument.
"He got better, I'll give him that." Chuck agreed with a shrug. By this time, everyone had finished their salads and dug in to the delicious chicken.
"Now if only you could get him to cook better..." Denise commented making all of them laugh, save for Blaine.
"That's so not funny! I can cook, sort of. I mean, at least I try! You know that!" Blaine frowned and furrowed his eyebrows comically. Through his laughter, Kurt reached to Blaine's forehead to smooth out the wrinkles.
"Don't frown, you're going to give yourself wrinkles." Kurt prodded lightly as the muscles in Blaine's faced relaxed.
"Oh please, you know I'm going to age gracefully either way." Blaine rolled his eyes in response.
"Odd for someone who's never done a damn graceful thing in his life as a whole," Chuck pointed his fork in Blaine's direction. Kurt covered his mouth quickly to stifle the giggle threatening to escape.
"Your father's right, you're a bit of a clumsy one, dear." Denise nodded in agreement while Kurt bit his lower lip to not burst out laughing.
"I'm not that clumsy. Now you guys are just trying to make me look bad." Blaine frowned more earnestly this time.
"You see that lamp right there, Kurt?" Denise pointed her fork in the direction of an elegant floor lamp that had small crystal decals hanging from the shade. Clearly, the lamp wasn't brand new, it had various scratches and small little tears all along the edges. "Well, years ago we had it just around the corner of the hallway." Denise continued but Chuck picked up the story.
"I don't know how many times Blaine knocked that thing over when he was running around the house like some monkey child. We just decided it best if we moved it into a corner rather than outside one." Chuck raised his eyebrows emphatically.
"That lamp is a terrible example! I mean, that thing is so old," Blaine's eyes were wide and pleading. "And I swear, if there was an earthquake or something and the whole house was in ruins, that damn lamp would still be standing!" Blaine argued, using his hands for emphasis.
Just as everyone finished their meals, Denise piped up again.
"Well we could talk about the bath tub incident when you were six," Denise suggested. Immediately after announcing the story theme, Blaine threw his head into his hands and Kurt could see the deep blush. Chuck, rather, threw his head back laughing. It was a wonderful family dynamic that Kurt was watching unfold.
"Can we just not?" Blaine pleaded in a muffled voice.
"Oh, so are. So when Blaine was six, he had this huge crush on John Travolta. No word of a lie," Denise gestured with her hands while Chuck buried his mouth in his napkin, laughing. His cheeks were flaming a familiar red, much likes Blaine's, but for a different reason entirely; he was laughing so hard. "And what does a six year old Blaine decide is the best way to pay tribute to Mr. Travolta?" Denise paused while Kurt smiled bright, squeezing Blaine's thigh under the table. Blaine's head now rested in his crossed arms, mumblings of "Why is this happening?" were heard, but ignored.
"He decided to do a full out performance of 'You're the One That I Want', you guessed it, in the bath tub," At his point, Chuck and Kurt were throwing their heads back in loud, unrestrained laughs. "That's not even the worst of it! So he was dancing around, he had bubbles all over his face and in his hair and he'd already slipped a few times, of course me and Chuck didn't even notice, we were laughing too hard. Then it happened, he slipped. Cracked his head open right on the faucet. They had to give him stitches and everything. Oh boy, did he cry. They even had to shave a little part of his hair to get at the cut. All in all, it made a very interesting home movie." Denise was laughing as she told the story. Some point during the retelling, Kurt had twisted his fingers into Blaine's curls. He didn't feel awkward in the slightest, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"Blaine! Why did you never tell me this?" Kurt spoke between laughter.
"Because, dear, it's embarrassing. It wasn't one of my finest moments." Blaine lifted his head to speak. He did not looked pleased in the slightest.
"W-wait, you said you have this on video?" Kurt spoke suddenly seriously.
"Of course! We couldn't not have this on video." Denise explained. Kurt looked to Blaine's red features, and on a split decision he leaned in to peck Blaine chastely on the cheek. Kurt couldn't be sure but it seemed as though the blush coloring became even deeper.
Kurt and Blaine missed the way Chuck stiffened slightly, and the way Denise melted just a little.
"By the way, Denise, this meal was absolutely delicious. I couldn't have done better myself." Kurt smiled genuinely. Blaine finally stopped his sulking in order to pay thanks to his mother.
"Yeah, mom. And that's saying something, as you know Kurt's a pretty decent cook himself. He really puts himself into the food, you know?" Blaine quirked an eyebrow at the now blushing Kurt.
"He cooks, he sings, he fixes cars, he dresses well...my, my, Blaine. He's quite the catch." Denise threw a wink at Kurt who only blushed deeper, only this time Blaine was blushing as well. Denise began gathering up the plates, sporting a megawatt grin.
Blaine twined their fingers together on top of the table before pulling Kurt's hand to his lips and softly pressing a kiss there. "That he is." It was clear to all who were in possession of a functioning pair of eyes that these two boys were in love.
"I can help you with those, Mrs. Anderson." Kurt let the formality slip through his lips.
"Oh! No need! I've got this under control." Denise fumbled with the various dishes and cutlery trying to look as convincing as she possibly could, and failing miserably.
"Let me help," Kurt rose to his feet and relieved Denise of some of the dishes. She smiled fondly before the pair left for the kitchen.
Then there were two. Blaine smiled almost in a dream-like state as he watched Kurt's hips sway in that familiar way as he left the room.
Chuck just watched Blaine. He watched the way his face was glazed over as if he was walking on a cloud. There was no denying that Blaine really did care about Kurt.
"So," Chuck broke the silence that hung thick in the air, the silence Blaine didn't seem to notice in his ogling. "He's...he's something else." Chuck stated honestly. Blaine nodded.
"Not what you were expecting, huh?" Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked knowingly at his father.
"Not in the slightest. Full of surprises, isn't he?" Chuck asked with a small smile.
"Oh, always. He wouldn't be my Kurt if he wasn't a little quirked. In a good way, of course." Blaine smiled dreamily.
"Your Kurt?" Blaine hopped on cloud nine and back into reality. He was talking to his father.
"Well, you know, not legally, I suppose. But I'm his, and he's mine. It's kind of a mutual thing, you know." Blaine explained politically.
"Legally? You want to...marry him?" Blaine didn't miss how his fathers face fell ever so slightly, but was replaced by furrowed eyebrows and a confused glare.
"Well, yeah. I suppose that's kind of the plan," Blaine paused. "I-I love him, dad." Blaine wanted to get out of this room as fast as he could in fear of his fathers reaction. But his father remained with a creased brow and a curious glare.
"You can't get married here, you know." Chuck spoke clearly. Blaine nodded in reply.
"I know. We—we want to get married in New York, life plans considering." Blaine spoke eloquently. Chuck only nodded.
"You know I love you, Blaine. Right?" Chuck's words came almost out of nowhere, taking Blaine by surprise.
"I-I, yeah, yeah. I know." Blaine finished lamely.
"And you know I'm proud of you, and everything you do." Chuck still wasn't meeting Blaine's eyes.
"I guess so, dad? Where are you going with this?" Blaine couldn't contain his curiosity any more, his father was acting strange, and it was unsettling.
"You have my blessing. For everything. My blessings for you and Kurt, for moving to New York, f-for...whatever it is you want to do in your life. And you have my word that I will do anything in my power to help you in anyway I can," Chuck paused to finally look up at Blaine. "I'm sorry, Blaine. For everything I never did. I know this doesn't make up for everything, but I'll be damned if I don't try," Chuck waited. "You tried so hard to please me, and I feel like a real ass about it. So this is me trying to make it right." Chuck's little spiel came to a close and Blaine rose to his feet, only to reach out for his father and wrap him in a hug.
Both men controlled their emotions to their best abilities. After four years of unexcused rejection, skeptical looks and unsure responses, Blaine and his father were finally on level ground. Chuck had come to accept his son for who he was, gay or not. And though it had taken him much longer than necessary, he had finally done it.
"I love you, dad." Blaine spoke softly.
"I love you, too." When the two men pulled back from their embrace, they smiled to each other briefly before taking their seats once again.
"Who's ready for dessert?" Denise chirped happily. There were smiles all around as Denise and Kurt brought in plates and forks. There were smiles and small pecks to their significant others cheeks as Denise sliced up Blaine's favorite dessert, apple pie.
"I swear to god Blaine, you packed more clothes than I did."
It was already getting close to nine when Blaine was almost done packing up all his clothes. Of course Blaine had left packing until the absolute last minute, that was just who he was.
"I'm sorry! I thought it would be easier because then I wouldn't have as much time to worry about what I was and wasn't going to bring. You know, make the process itself easier." Blaine shrugged awkwardly.
"Clearly, you were wrong. Now come on. We have to be up early tomorrow, and I still have to help Finn when we get home." Kurt lazily stroked the soft material of Blaine's duvet while he spoke.
"It wasn't the smartest plan I've ever had, I'll give you that much. But I'm almost done," Blaine turned to his closet once again, pulling out two pairs of jeans. "Which ones?" Blaine held up the two pair in opposite hands looking at Kurt.
Kurt's eyes slowly raised from the bedspread to look at Blaine. Kurt wasn't sure if he'd noticed it before this moment, but Blaine looked especially attractive tonight. He let his stubble grown in a little more than usual, he allowed his hair to fall ungelled, his polo was hugging his chest in all the right place and his shorts were slung especially low on his hips. Kurt rose slowly to make his way over to where Blaine stood. Kurt simply wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders loosely.
"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" Kurt brushed Blaine's nose with his own. Blaine blushed and laughed lightly.
"Maybe once or twice. Have I ever told you you're wrong?" Blaine commented slyly.
"Oh, all the time, but I always end up right." Kurt's lips were fractions of an inch away from Blaine's, so tantalizingly close, but Kurt wasn't making a move to seal their lips. It was the most frustrating thing in the world at this moment.
"This isn't a good idea." Blaine spoke shakily. He could feel Kurt's breath ghosting over his lips, and it was going to be the death of him.
"What isn't a good idea? We're just talking, Blaine." Kurt spoke teasingly. Kurt's fingers some how found purchase in Blaine's loose curls, twirling them between his fingers, occasionally tugging ever so gently. Blaine swallowed. Hard.
"Kurt this isn't funny. If we start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop. And we can't do this. Not here." Blaine himself wanted this to happen, he did. The sheer thrill of the possibility of getting caught, the desperation for release, the absolute necessity to be silent. The idea alone seemed to be more appealing than anything else he could've thought of. But they couldn't. Not today. Not just after Blaine got his fathers blessing. Not right now.
"Blaine, what in gods name are you talking about? We're just talking! Not kissing, not groping, just talking," Kurt pulled back from Blaine's face to speak again. "So what if we're in close proximity? Do I really make it that difficult?" Kurt was almost hit with the thought. As little sense as it made to him, Kurt did have some form of control over Blaine, at least his hormones. He could drag Blaine to the very edge of ecstasy and take it all away just as easily. He had that power. And this thought excited Kurt.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Kurt. Can we just...later?" Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt to bring him closer. Kurt only shook his head smiling.
"So we can't do this at your house, but my house is okay? Does papa Hummel not scare you anymore?If not, I should let him know. He'll get meaner, if you'd like." Kurt smirked in approval of his response.
"Again, so not funny," Blaine decided one measly, chaste kiss wouldn't kill him. Kurt sighed against his lips, enjoy the softness of Blaine's lips against his. "So," Blaine pulled back before Kurt's tongue had a chance to add itself into the equation. "Tonight? Good, bad, ugly?" Blaine released Kurt, who then returned to his seat on the bed.
Blaine held up both pairs of jeans again, eyebrows raised in question. "The darker wash. And it was good. Your parents are...really lovely. Your mom's very sweet, and your dad has your eyebrows." Kurt stated with a smile.
"Of all the things to notice about my father, it's his eyebrows, really?" Blaine joked as he heard a knock on the door.
"Blaine, Kurt? It's me." The voice belonged to Chuck.
"Yeah, come in dad." Blaine placed the pair of jeans back into his drawer before folding the next pair and forcing them into his suitcase.
"Hi boys, uh, I was wondering if I could speak to Kurt," Chuck gestured towards the boy seated on the bed. Kurt's eyes only widened slightly before shrinking to normal size. "Alone." Chuck clarified. Blaine only nodded with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll just—uh?" Blaine wasn't sure what he was going to do. Something like this had never happened before, it was new and frightening.
"We'll just be in the sitting room." Chuck replied with a conversational tone. Blaine only nodded as Kurt rose to follow Chuck into the living room. Blaine smiled reassuringly as Kurt left, closing the door behind him.
They were seated in the living room. The room was awkwardly silent, as expected. Kurt was trying his hardest not to drum his fingers against his knee while he sat across from Chuck. Chuck was simply looking at Kurt, and Kurt felt timid under the weight of his gaze.
He wasn't looking at Kurt trying to scare him off, not really (though it may of seemed that way, to Kurt) rather he was trying to find the right thing to say, or how to word what he wanted to say.
"What are you intentions?" Chuck asked in an authoritative tone.
"Uh, well, it depends on your perception of 'intentions'." Kurt replied with a very political answer, impressive for a seventeen year old, Chuck thought.
"Do you see a future with Blaine, or is he some frivolous toy?" Chuck clarified. Kurt nodded, choosing his words carefully. They were going to be analyzed to the dickens, so he thought it best to find the most honest answer.
"I do. I plan to be will Blaine for a very long time, if not the non-existent and over-achieving sentiment of forever." Kurt was pleased with his answer, it was accurate, and honest.
Chuck nodded, Kurt was much more eloquent than one would expect for a seventeen year old. "Do you treat him well, respect him, love him properly?" Kurt gaped at the questions before Chuck continued. "Because I know Blaine, he always sees the best in people even when he shouldn't. And I'm not—I'm not saying you're a bad kid, Kurt. I'm just trying to look out for him. He's my son, and I love him. I don't want him to go back to where he was, he was in a bad place. And I feel it's my responsibility to make sure that this doesn't happen. You get it, right?" Kurt could only nod. It made perfect sense.
Kurt took note of Chuck's careful word choice. He didn't down to Kurt like an inferior, he spoke to him like an equal, a peer, almost. It was his respectful attitude that made Kurt more calm and less flustered.
"I know you're just looking out for him. And I really—thank you," Kurt paused to gauge Chuck's reaction to his out-of-place words. "I don't know much about you, or your relationship with Blaine, but, I hope that you mean every word you say. Because you're right, Blaine does only see the best in people, even in me. He doesn't seem to see the flaws," Kurt paused, he was getting off track. "But he is the most loving and accepting person I've ever met, though partial to his naivety." Kurt stopped speaking as Chuck rose. But to Kurt's confused surprise, he stuck out his hand to shake.
Kurt took Chuck's hand just as firmly as he had when they first met. "A good handshake says a lot of things about you, Kurt. Good things." As if on cue, Blaine appeared in the doorway with his suitcase wheeling behind him and his carry-on bag hanging from his shoulder.
"Hey," Blaine strode up to Kurt, pressing a kiss to his cheek, ignoring the fact that his father was there. "I'm ready to go, is everything good?" Blaine seemed completely unphased by the fact that his father had requested to speak to his boyfriend. Alone.
"Yeah, everything's just fine." Chuck smiled at Kurt who returned the smile.
"Wait! Blaine! Don't forget this!" Denise rushed into the living room carrying a ratty old teddy bear with a missing eye that way replaced with a blue button.
Blaine took the teddy bear from Denise without another thought. He tucked the bear safely under his arm before his mother came to wrap him in a warm hug. "Have fun out there. Don't forget to call. Your inhaler is in your carry-on, I found it in the medicine cabinet, and I put a list of numbers you can call to reach us at, and I expect a phone call at least once a week." Denise babbled on while Blaine pulled away laughing lightly.
"Mom, I haven't used my inhaler since I was seven. I'll call every week, I promise. Just please, stop with the ambush!" Blaine joked. His mother rolled her eyes lovingly.
"Can't a mother worry about her son? Her son that is damn lucky he's going on this trip, her baby boy that is leaving her for two months..."
"Okay mom, okay, I get it. Love you." Blaine pressed a kiss to his mothers cheek.
"Love you, too." Denise smiled warmly.
Denise stepped aside to give Kurt a quick hug goodbye while Blaine and Chuck embraced. "Be safe, kid. Love you, Blaine." Chuck pulled back from the hug to see a smiling Blaine.
"Love you, too, dad."
After a quick handshake and half-smile from Chuck to Kurt, the boys were off to the Hudmel residence.
The ride to Kurt's house was quiet and uneventful, both boys still basking the in their sheer luck. How many seventeen year old's could say they took their significant other of only a few months on a family vacation?
"So, what's with the bear?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, well, it's from when I was a baby. I took him everywhere with me, the movies, the park, restaurants. I'm still sort of attached to him, attached enough that I couldn't bear to leave Louie at home while I was gone for two whole months."
"You named him Louie?" Kurt had a bright smile on his lips, his boyfriend had to win for the most adorable guy on the planet.
"Yeah, and I can't for the life of me remember why." Blaine shrugged. Throughout their conversation, Blaine had never looked up from Louie's tattered fur and replaced eye. He looked at him with a mixture of adoration and fondness that only a child memory could bring. Kurt thought better of himself then to continuing conversing, rather to leave Blaine and Louie to their little reminiscing.
It was nearly 11:00 when they finally arrived at the house. When they pulled up, they noticed the porch light still on.
"Someone must've waited up for us." Kurt climbed out of his navigator before popping the trunk to grab Blaine's suitcase.
"Don't worry, I got this. Go help Finn. I'll just...move my stuff into your room?" Blaine formed the sentence as a question.
Kurt nodded. "Okay," Kurt turned on his heel before spinning back around to catch Blaine's lips in a quick kiss. "I promise I won't be long." Kurt turned around once again and strode up to the house quickly.
Blaine felt his own cheeks flushing. Kurt had the ability to be sweet and adorable all while driving Blaine's sexual frustration meter through the roof. But Blaine was smarter than that, he knew there would be none of that while they were on this trip. Of course, Blaine also knew that Kurt had needs and that Kurt was more forceful when it came to getting his way. This is why Blaine also had lube and condoms stashed away strictly for emergency purposes.
Blaine gripped his suitcase and slung his carry-on over his shoulder nearly waddling up to the front doors. Kurt had left the door ajar, allowing Blaine to simply hip check the door open.
Being as quiet as possible—it appeared as though Burt and Carole were already asleep—Blaine toed off his shoes and made his way up to Kurt's vacant room. As soon as he opened the door, Blaine felt himself get hit in the face with the overwhelming scent of Kurt. Blaine couldn't deny the smell was intoxicating, in the best way possible.
Blaine put his suitcase down next to Kurt's, along with his carry-on. Without much to do, Blaine found himself in the bathroom changing into his pajamas—Kurt's baggy Hummel Tires and Lube shirt with a pair of sweatpants.
Rubbing his eyes fervently, Blaine sat himself on Kurt's bed, smiling. If one thing was for sure, this bed would always have some sentimental meaning to Blaine and Kurt alike. In his tired nature, Blaine lied himself down on the left side of the bed. He wasn't quite sure why he'd picked the left side, he was mostly acting on instinct. He thought, and it might be a wild guess, that Kurt slept on the right side of the bed.
As badly as Blaine wanted to get up and join Kurt and Finn, he knew it was sort of important to Kurt to get some bonding time with Finn, no matter how un-bonding-like the activity was.
So Blaine laid in Kurt's bed, not staring at anything in specific. He looked at Kurt's quaint little vanity that was almost spilling over with products for all sorts of things. He looked at Kurt's slightly open walk in closet. It was amazing how much stuff Kurt had, and how he'd managed to pack only one suitcase. Then again, his carry-on bag was suspiciously large.
Blaine heard a few laughs and snorts coming from Finn's room, but tried desperately to not cave in. He really did want to spend some time alone with Kurt, he wasn't entirely sure how much time he would get alone with Kurt, especially because this wasn't going to be a first priority.
Blaine was excited about going to Canada, he'd never been. He was also looking forward to all the adventure type activities that Burt and Kurt's aunty Em had planned. Blaine was also the tiniest bit excited that he was going to meet some of Kurt's extended family. It was a huge step, yes, but it also meant that this was just the beginning of a very long relationship.
"Hey you," Kurt strolled into his room almost unnoticed by Blaine. Kurt settled himself next Blaine on the bed, snuggling close and nudging the crook of his neck with his nose. "What are you thinking about? You're just staring at the ceiling." Kurt let out a breathy laugh.
Blaine exhaled softly. "You," Blaine looked down at his curled up boyfriend. Kurt's eyes were wide and expectant, the cerulean swirling in a graceful fashion. "I was thinking about you," Blaine paused at the smile that graced his boyfriends lips. "and our adventures, and how I can't wait to hold you like this," Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist to accent his point. "Every night. And kiss you when ever I want, hold your hand, and you can play with my hair, and you can kiss that spot on my neck that makes me make your favorite noises and—" Blaine was cut off by Kurt's lips.
"Why are you so good to me?" Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips.
"Because you love me," Blaine replied easily with a shrug. Kurt couldn't resist the urge to seal their lips together once again.
"There's so much to love, so, so much," Kurt trailed off and began to pull away from Blaine's warm embrace.
"Where are you going?" Blaine furrowed his brows.
"To put pajamas on, silly." Kurt teased. Kurt sauntered to the door to shut it, flicking the light off in the process. The only light remaining was the moonlight pouring through the window. He opened his drawer to pull out one of Blaine's Dalton shirts and sweats.
"No silk pajamas?" Blaine joked.
"No. Besides, I thought you'd like that I'm wearing your shirt." Kurt peeled his shirt from his body before folding it neatly and putting it in his drawer again.
Blaine gaped in awe at Kurt's naked torso. Kurt's pale, porcelain like skin was illuminated in the moonlight. "You can't just do this to me." Blaine sat up to look at Kurt fully. Kurt striped his pants and stepped into his sweats, still remaining shirtless.
"I think I can, if I want to." Kurt replied smirking. He began to weave his arms into the t-shirt, preparing to pull it over his head.
"Can't you just sleep shirtless?" Blaine so nearly whined. Blaine wouldn't deny that Kurt always looked adorable in the too-long sweats and the baggy shirt that nearly hung off his shoulder, but at this point in time, Blaine wanted nothing more than to ravish the boy senseless.
"You know I can't. It's enough of a stretch for my dad to allow you to sleep in my bed, with the promise that the door stays open. I'm sure subtracting clothes wouldn't make him a happy camper." Kurt claimed.
Blaine gestured to the closed door. "But, the door, it's closed." he stated. Kurt pulled his shirt the rest of the way over his head, in the process ruffling his hair a bit, while he smirked.
"Well, if I remember clearly, he said you could only sleep in my bed while the door was open. I don't plan on sleeping, not yet, anyways." Kurt crawled his way up the foot of the bed, sliding his body up against Blaine's in the process.
"W-w-what do you have in mind?" Blaine asked nervously. It had been a week since they had done anything like this. But he was still excited, and Kurt could visably see that.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little," Kurt connected their lips with a heavy force, plunging his tongue into Blaine's mouth instantly. He traced the roof of his mouth and sucked on Blaine's tongue, pulling.
Kurt pulled back with an audible smack. "Maybe," Kurt ground down his hips lightly to accent his point. Blaine swallowed thickly. Kurt's mouth then latched to that special spot on Blaine's neck, right above his collarbone, sucking lightly.
"O-okay. Are you—can we—are you sure?" Kurt kissed away Blaine's questions, fusing their lips together in a heated, but chaste kiss.
"Positive."
A/N: phew! I thought you guys deserved a nice, long chapter in the excuse for not posting in a while D:
so many words, so long. And I will be posting a companion fic (of course!) continuing this thread =)
so, I hope you enjoyed this! Next chapter will be them leaving! Woot! Airport fluff/family stuff (someone has some flight issues!), some kluddles, and **SPECIAL** a little Burt interlude! :D
again, I'm really sorry. I'm going to start writing regularly in order to keep this story from drowning.
Review please? (even if it's just to scold me for not updating sooner!)