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.Chapter 8.
It was just after lunch on Saturday when the doorbell rang. Kurt looked at Blaine and he nodded. Kurt opened the door with Blaine right behind him, and watched as the New Directions came pouring in single file into the house. They all hugged Kurt and eyed Blaine suspiciously. They moved into the living room where Kurt then introduced Blaine, who waved awkwardly. Mercedes was the first to get up and hug him. "Welcome to the family, remember my threat"
Brittany was next, she got up and asked "Are you a dolphin too?" Blaine laughed and said yes watching the Blonde girls eyes light up before hugging him. She went for his hands felt them and said, "Not as soft as Kurt's" before turning away and sitting back down, leaving a confused look upon Blaine's face. The confused look didn't last long.
"Hurt him, I'll kill you and make it look like an accident" was Santana's. "Join the line." Blaine responded. Santana gave him a small smile before turning it into a sneer and turning away, not bothering to hug him.
"Oh my god you guys, this is so amazing. You know that I have two gay dads, so if you have any questions, feel free to stop by" Rachel exclaimed before hugging Blaine and walking away without letting Blaine say a word. Blaine shot a look at Kurt and he just rolled his eyes, causing Blaine to laugh.
Quinn and Tina just hugged Blaine and welcomed him to the group, along with a small message not to hurt Kurt but no death threats; something Blaine was extremely grateful for.
By this time the girls and Kurt were sitting down in a group in the living room, gossiping about what Kurt was missing out on at McKinley, Blaine smiled as his boyfriends eyes lit up with amusement. He could tell that this really was Kurt's family. Blaine turned around and saw all the guys staring at him giving him death glares.
"You better take care of our princess over there, you are his first boyfriend ever, and if you hurt him, we will have no problem taking you out" said Puck. The boy did have a menacing look in his eyes, and Blaine wasn't going to mess with the mohawk.
"Look, I have no intentions on hurting him. I've already been told that if I hurt him, I'm going to be shot, punched, kicked, stabbed and cut and have it all made to look like an accident and no one will be able to recognize the body. I've already said that if that time comes, which is not my intention for it to ever happen, I won't hide behind secret service or anything, I'll take it as it is. So, can we please move past it?"
They guys all looked at each other. They were all secretly hoping that he would shit his pants and they could intimidate him a little more, but this guy was confident – something that Kurt really needed in a boyfriend. They all silently approved of Blaine.
"Sure dude. We all approve of you" said Finn. All the guys grabbed seats as each of the New Directions boys clapped a hand on Blaine's shoulder as a sign of welcoming. "So Kurt said you are the lead singer of the Warblers right?" Finn asked.
The conversation started to flow, and when Blaine started to talk about the Ohio State Buckeyes, the guys were really confused. "I thought you were gay" Puck asked.
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't like football."
With that, their minds were blown. The conversation was now as animated as the girls as they fought over what football teams were better, and what coaches should retire. Despite being a Buckeyes fan, Blaine went against Artie when he said Joe Paterno should retire and said that he was an icon and should never retire. Once again, the guys minds were blown.
Pizza was ordered and a game of truth or dare was played, where Rachel, just as predicted, got to dare Kurt to reenact his Warblers audition.
Kurt decided to only do the ending part of the song to save time, and with no vocal warm up, hit the note with ease just like in his audition. Rachel was in shock but bowed down to him regardless.
By the end of the night, Blaine knew more about these guys than he cared to know, but it was fun. All of the New Directions approved of Blaine. Knowing that Kurt's adopted family cared about him so much to go through all this trouble of threatening him made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Blaine looked around and saw smiling faces and faces of laughter on every single face, even Santana. Blaine decided that he couldn't have been happier in that moment if he tried.
To everyone's shock and surprise, two weeks before the competition the lists came in of who their competition would be, and it was The Hipsters, The Warblers and The New Directions.
Everyone at the Warblers looked at Kurt and asked for information on the New Directions.
"Look, I don't ask them and they don't ask me. If they were to ever find out that I said anything, they would string me up by my ankles and beat me like a piñata. Most of the old performances are on YouTube, so go ahead and analyze that."
The Warblers understood, and one Warbler Jeff said, "Did anyone notice if you say New Directions really quickly it sounds like Nude ..." and the rest was muffled by another warbler's hand.
Kurt laughed. "Yeah, we realized that at our first competition when the announcer said it too quick and everyone in the audience thought it was that. Luckily Rachel corrected it after her solo."
The meeting was called to an end, and Kurt went up to his room to look at the swatches for his party and make decisions. He was sitting in the middle of his bed talking to his grandmother when David, Wes and Blaine walked in. For some odd reason, his grandmother decided she wanted to have the entire conversation in French. The boys made themselves comfortable and five minutes later he hung up. "Sorry about that. It was my grandmother. She insisted on talking in French so no one in the room on her end would know anything."
The boys laughed. They sat and started to discuss potential songs for a duet for Blaine and Kurt when the phone went off again. It was Rachel, and a quick look at the time revealed that it was 3:45, the Warblers had gotten out early but he was sure it was the entire glee club on the other end. He picked up and put it on speaker phone. "Hello Rachel."
"Hey Kurt!" from fifteen other people was the response.
"Okay, well hello everyone."
"Have you seen the competition list?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, I did, and before you ask no I didn't tell the Warblers anything about our secrets. I don't know anything so I didn't share anything. Besides, all of our performances are on YouTube. If you are calling to ask for the scoop on the Warblers, the answer is the same and I'm sure I will be shot and killed by the other three members in my room at the moment."
"Oh, well that is what we were calling about, the first part at least; we wouldn't cheat on you guys. You know that if you told anyone anything we would hunt you down and beat you like a piñata. We were also calling to wish you guys luck and to let you know that you are going down."
"Dream on Berry!" Kurt said with a laugh.
"We miss you Kurt. Good luck with preparation for sectionals. Bye!"
"You too. Bye guys!"
With a chorus of goodbyes he ended the call.
"You really weren't kidding about the piñata were you?" Wes said.
The week before sectionals, Kurt was passed out face first on his bed. The Warblers had extended practice the two weeks before sectionals until five, and it was the end of the first week. Add the extended rehearsal to his intense school load, two exams, a five page paper, and planning the ball with his grandmother, he was exhausted.
Blaine was confused when he knocked on Kurt's door and there was no reply, he pushed open the door to see his boyfriend passed out face first into his bed still in uniform. 'Kurt must be exhausted' he thought.
Blaine shut the door quietly and went down to the dining hall where he grabbed two dinners to go, and two cups of coffee. He went back upstairs into his boyfriend's room and woke him up with the scent of coffee under his nose. It woke him up immediately. "Wha?"
"Hey baby. You fell asleep; I went and got us dinner to eat here, and some coffee. After that I'm going to give you a massage."
Kurt couldn't complain. He hopped off his bed, went into his closet and changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, something he never did and sat down on the loveseat with his boyfriend to eat. Their peace was disturbed by a knock at the door, Kurt screamed for them to come in, and it was an older gentleman there to get his uniforms to clean them. He hadn't been there on a Friday before to see them take his uniforms.
"Oh, hi. Yeah go ahead, I know what you're here for."
The guy at the door bowed, walked into the closet, grabbed the dirty uniforms, placed them in a bag and walked out quietly.
"You have your uniforms cleaned professionally?"
"My grandmother started it. He comes every Friday, but I haven't been here on Fridays before and it was just done for me. Guess he got the key from my grandmother in case I wasn't here."
"Nothing screams royalty quite like that."
They finished their meals, and Blaine instructed Kurt onto his bed, face down with his shirt off. Blaine straddled his legs and started to relieve some of the stress that Kurt was holding in his shoulders and lower back.
Half an hour later, Kurt was in heaven, and thought that the week was finally turning around when his phone went off and it was his grandmother again.
"It's like she knows we're together doing something." Kurt commented.
Once again the conversation was in French, but Blaine despite understanding the language wasn't really listening, being too mesmerized by Kurt's back until Kurt groaned loudly and said "Can this week get any worse?"
He hung up the phone and started to cry into his crossed arms on the bed.
"Baby what's wrong?" Blaine said lying down next to him, placing an arm around his waist in comfort.
"Somehow word got out about the ball next month for me, so now everyone is going to know that I'm a prince, which pretty much means I can't go anywhere without being attacked and all I can think of is what they are going to do to me at sectionals. But me being a prince lead to pictures of us leaving Dalton together to visit my grandmother with a hickey on your neck and there is speculation that we are dating. Apparently your parents called my grandmother and are demanding to know what type of nonsense is going on between the two of us, because you are not gay and that if I don't stop 'dating' you, they are going to disown you."
Blaine, whose face was red, jumped off his bed and picked up his phone and started dialing. "Who are you calling?" Kurt asked, but Blaine gave him the wait a minute finger.
"Where the hell do you get off? I told you when I was thirteen that I was gay, and you told me that you accepted it, but obviously not. I'm not going to hide who I am just to rule a fucking country the way you want it. You've been training Lauren for the past couple of years, I was never going to get the crown anyway, so go ahead and disown me; it's not like you were much of parents anyway. I'm eighteen, I have all the money which you cannot take away anymore, so guess what? I don't need you." And he hung up.
Kurt stood up and consoled his boyfriend. No sooner did his arms wrap around Blaine, the boy started to sob. Together they were crying and consoling each other. They fell into bed together shortly after and passed out.
The next morning, sure enough it was splattered over the front page of the news paper about who he was, the speculation about him and Blaine dating, and what would happen to Blaine if it were true. Everyone that was at Dalton that weekend just gave him a curt nod and let him alone, something of which he was grateful for, he couldn't take anyone asking him a million questions. He had already logged off Facebook on his phone after he woke up to 50 notifications – many the New Directions asking if he was okay, which turned to text and phone calls, so he turned off his phone.
Kurt spent most of the day in his sweatpants doing his homework ahead of time for the week to lighten the load during the week. Blaine was doing the same in his room, both deciding that the other was too distracting. He heard a light knock at his door and called for them to come in, only to see his grandmother and his father walk in. After a two second look at Kurt, his father engulfed him in a hug where Kurt promptly started to cry.
"We are going to fix this Kurt. Is it possible to get Blaine down here?" his grandmother asked.
Kurt nodded, "Yeah, but I'll have to go to his room; we both shut off our phones after they wouldn't stop ringing. I'll be back in a minute."
Kurt ran up the stairs and knocked on Blaine's door, he answered still dressed in his pajamas from the night before. "Hey, my grandmother and father are downstairs and they want to talk to both of us." Blaine just nodded and closed and locked his door behind him before going downstairs.
"Oh good, sit down" his grandmother said when the two walked in. Both boys looked completely exhausted in their sweatpants and t-shirts, hair undone and dark circles under their eyes from stress. "Blaine, I'm sure Kurt has filled you in on what has happened, have you heard from your parents?"
"I called them last night, I pretty much told them to shove it. They were never planning on giving me the crown anyway, and I didn't want it to be honest. I'm eighteen; any money that is in my name cannot be touched by them anymore and is rightfully mine. The house here is mine, as is my car, and I have enough in my accounts to finish out my years here and then move onto college if I want. I'm not worried."
"Well, I'm glad you are all settled out. Now Kurt, it is a bit earlier than we anticipated, but I want you to make a statement. Something along the lines of you just found out who you are as part of your mothers dying wish, and if you chose to accept the crown will be decided next month. As for your relationship together, that is entirely your call if you want to deny it, say it's a friendship or whatever you chose is your calling. Blaine, if you would like to make a statement as well concerning your side of the story with your parents, you are welcome to as well. We are having a press conference on the front steps of Dalton in two hours, and I expect both of you to be there. Understood?"
Kurt and Blaine nodded, and the adults left the room, presumably to talk to the headmaster about the upcoming press conference. Kurt looked at Blaine, "What do you want to do about our relationship? I completely understand if you want to break up with me." Kurt said with a tear sliding down his face.
"Kurt," Blaine said taking his hand, "I would never do that. I can see how much the thought of me leaving you hurts you, and I promised that I would never hurt you. I'm already disowned; I'm just plain old Blaine Anderson now. It's up to you Kurt. I will tell you though that I don't see me leaving you anytime in the near future. I also said that I hate to lie; I believe that we should tell them. It's already Facebook official, it would be kind of redundant to say we aren't when that says we are."
Kurt couldn't help but laugh as he hugged Blaine, "You are so right. I was leaning toward telling them anyhow, I want to show off my gorgeous boyfriend to everyone anyhow. Are you going to say anything about being disowned?"
"Damn straight. They put this on themselves, now they are going to face the consequences."
They both got ready in their respective rooms. When Kurt came out of the bathroom there was a black suit with what appeared to be the family crest on the left side of the jacket. Ironically, it looked similar to the 'D' on the Dalton uniforms except it was an 'H'. The inscription was in dark blue, and there was a light blue shirt under the jacket for him to wear.
Everyone congregated in Kurt's room twenty minutes before the start of the press conference. Blaine was wearing what appeared to be his family crest jacket, with a yellow 'A' on the left side of his black suit. "My last name is still Anderson." Blaine said in Kurt's ear. They quickly discussed everything that was going on. Kurt would talk first, followed by Blaine and there would be no questions.
They walked out the front doors of Dalton twenty minutes later to be greeted by flashing bulbs on all the cameras. Kurt made his way to the podium. "Good Morning. This morning there was an article released stating that I am a prince, and I am dating a prince. I stand here before you to address both of those topics. At the end of September, I was informed that my mother, who had passed away when I was seven, had a dying wish. That wish was for me to not know that I was a prince until I was eighteen so I could live a normal teenage life. In seven months I turn eighteen, and I was just told that I can hold the title of prince should I chose to accept it, which I did. If I decide to take the throne later will be decided next month at the ball in my honor. I would also like to address the statement that I am dating Blaine Anderson. I can stand before you and say that it is true. I ask that our personal lives be kept that, personal. We are two teenage boys living in a homophobic world; it is hard enough as it is without the press breathing down our necks. Thank you, no questions please."
Despite that Kurt had walked away to allow Blaine the time to talk, questions were being shouted left and right. "Good Morning to you all again." The press quieted down. "I am here to address the statement that my parents have given that their son is not gay, and that if I was I am disowned. I had informed my parents when I was thirteen years old that I was gay and they said they accepted it, but clearly they never did. They informed me shortly after that in order for me to be the next in line for the throne, I was to marry a woman, and what I did outside of the marriage was my choice, but to the eyes of the public, I was straight. I cannot lie to myself, nor could I do that to anyone; man or woman. When I told them this, they began to train my sister Lauren Anderson to be the next queen. I stand before you today as Blaine Everett Anderson. You heard me correct, I have been disowned by my family for being something that they have known about since I was thirteen. I also confirm my relationship with one Prince Kurt Hummel. I also ask for privacy from our relationship from the press. Thank you, no questions."
Blaine turned, took Kurt's hand and walked back into the halls of Dalton Academy, but not before pressing a kiss to Kurt's lips as a little gift to the press to leave them alone now that they have a picture of the two boys sharing a kiss. Soon after Dalton security as well as Susan's security threw all the press off the campus.
"Let's just hope they listen and leave us alone."
For the most part they did. Every once in a while someone was trying to sneak onto campus only to be thrown off by Dalton's security. It was Friday when the bus that had been rented to take to Sectionals pulled out of the campus, there was all the press standing outside taking pictures of the bus. Luckily the windows were tinted and no one could be seen.
At sectionals, the bus dropped them off to a blocked off section of the school with ropes and security guards to hold off any unwanted visitors as well as press.
"This is ridiculous" is what Kurt mumbled under his breath, and Blaine just held his hand as they walked into the school's auditorium with cameras flashing everywhere and questions being shouted at them, which were ignored.
The order was The Hipsters, The Warblers, and then The New Directions. The boys didn't sit in the audience to watch the hipsters, knowing it would be too boring to watch people in walkers stand there, they could just listen backstage. Soon enough it was The Warblers turn to take the stage. Kurt was a bundle of nerves, scared that he would actually pass out and die on stage.
They stood in formation as Kurt stepped forward to start his duet with Blaine Candles. Despite it being a break up song, they found peace in the song with all of the stress in their life caused by their royalty status. When the song ended they took their bows as Blaine continued with Hey Soul Sister where Kurt could only stand and smile at his boyfriend jumping around the stage, singing the line "I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind" directly at Kurt. His heart was a flutter, for the rest of the performance. They ended in perfect position, and Kurt could see all of New Directions jumping up and down for them, before being engulfed in a hug by the Warblers.
They went and took their seats and watched the New Directions break their traditional Rachel and Finn opening number to see Sam and Quinn walk down the aisle singing Time of my life into Valerie sung by Santana.
The results came, and for the first time, it was a tie between the New Directions and the Warblers. They were both headed to Regionals.
Kurt and Blaine hung back to chat with the New Directions while the Warblers went ahead onto the bus. The New Directions hugged and congratulated both Kurt and Blaine for a wonderful performance. After some catching up, Kurt and Blaine made their leave. As they made their way out Blaine stopped him and pushed him against the wall and started to ravish him. "You were amazing out there baby."
"Well thank you, so were you."
"Baby, what's the date?" Blaine asked
"October 29th. Why?"
"Happy one month." Blaine said still kissing him.
"Oh my gosh I completely forgot!"
"Don't worry, I didn't. I just didn't want you to be surprised when the Dalton bus is gone. We're going out to celebrate tonight."
Kurt smiled, "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I'm not, but thanks for letting me know. Now come on, before we're late."
They walked out the same door as they had entered, still hand in hand, but instead of getting onto the Dalton bus, Joe was standing there ready to take them to their destination. The press of course was still there having a field day. They entered the limo, and watched as they left the school grounds through a police barricade, there to stop the press from following them to their destination.
Blaine and Kurt went on a romantic dinner for two in a nice restaurant halfway between Lima and Westerville in a blocked off back section of the place. Blaine paid and they walked out hand in hand to the park across the street for a late night stroll.
Blaine stopped Kurt in front of the turned off fountain and turned to look at him. "Kurt, I know we haven't been going out for a month but to me it feels like so much longer. I know that whenever I have a bad day or I feel stressed out that you will always be there for me no matter what. We conquered so many things together in such a short amount of time, and despite all the drama, you never strayed from my side. I have never felt like this before about anyone, and to me that can only mean one thing." Blaine took Kurt's hands in his. "Kurt, I love you."
Kurt had tears streaming down his face. "Blaine, just like I'm there for you during your time of need, you are there for me as well. You survived my grandmother, my father, and all of my friends from New Directions and you never bailed. You're the most honest and loving person I know, and your parents are fools to let you go and not allow you to take the crown because you love me. Well, we have each other out of all of this, because I love you too Blaine."
Kurt placed a kiss onto Blaine's lips. What was meant to be chaste turned out into something more passionate. Blaine's hand came up to cup the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him in closer to Blaine. Kurt's hands found their way into Blaine's hair as Blaine licked and sucked his bottom lip, causing Kurt to moan and open his mouth. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, and for a while the world just faded out, and the only feeling in the world was the two of them. So much so they didn't notice the video camera hidden behind a tree nor the flash of a camera.
Later after they had returned to Dalton, Blaine and Kurt were laying on Kurt's bed, continuing what they had started earlier. Hands were roaming and soon their shirts were off, not getting enough of skin contact. Blaine's hands were on the waistband of Kurt's pajama pants waiting for some sort of approval from Kurt when he got a nod and within moments the pants were gone. Kurt did the same to Blaine and soon both boys were just clad in their boxer shorts.
"Are you okay with this?" Blaine asked. Kurt didn't trust his voice and just nodded and groaned into Blaine's collarbone where another bruise was beginning to form. Blaine flipped them over and started a wet trail of kisses down Kurt's body, paying extra attention to his nipples which had Kurt arching his back with pleasure. Blaine smirked as he continued his decent, his lips finding his hip bones just above the waistband of his boxers, and started licking and sucking on one side and then the other, leaving equal bruises on either side.
"Blaine, please." Kurt moaned.
Just as Blaine wrapped his hands in the elastic of Kurt's boxers, Kurt's phone went off. He recognized his grandmothers' ringtone. He groaned throwing his head back into the bed in frustration, "Forget it, I'm not answering. Keep going." He said to Blaine.
Blaine did as Kurt wished and ignored the ringtone and removed Kurt of his boxers, admiring for the first time his boyfriend in all of his glory. Tentatively he ran a finger up Kurt causing an involuntary twitch from Kurt. When Kurt's phone rang again he whimpered, and Blaine got up and silenced his phone from the call and from all future calls before returning to where he was.
Less than five minutes later, Kurt's back was arched screaming Blaine's name loudly as he exploded all over his and Blaine's chests. Kurt collapsed on his back in a heap, exhausted. Not too exhausted however to have Blaine doing the exact same thing ten minutes later. Kurt quickly cleaned the two of them up before curling up and going to sleep, ignoring his phone lighting up with his fathers' face and name for the eighth time and the 20 missed calls combined from his grandmother and father.
Authors Note: I would just like to say, that my computer wants to capitalize mohawk. I also hope no one got freaked out by the final scene, I tried to write it with as little detail as possible, while still saying what happened. I still think it fits in with a T rating. If anyone disagrees, let me know and I'll raise the rating.
So a lot of people were raving about meeting the New Directions, so I expanded upon it a little bit more, so I hope it turned out okay.
Also, I'm sure some of you can figure out whats going on.
Oh! By the way, if you caught the Joe Paterno comment, it's because he's amazing - I go to Penn State and adore him, so I also consequently hate the Ohio State Buckeyes. One last thing. GOODBYE TRESSEL! :)
That is all :)Only two chapters left. So review please.