No Samcedes… Next time kids! How fucking cute were they in Yes/No though? AHH! I like that Ryan Murphy seems to be understanding that what made Klaine so popular was that slow build and he's giving them a real storyline and a past to work from. I'm happy. I loved the Wemma proposal, it was adorable. The Finchel one was not. People who have read NPLH may be aware of my feelings about Finchel, even though I made them endgame in that story. I hate Finn. That might lose me brownie points with some of you, but I legitimately hate him. :P Anyway, if Rachel says yes she'll ruin her life. His entire proposal was selfish and about holding onto her for his benefit instead of what he would do to make her happy and he never once considered her. GAH!
Go, read, be free my lovelies!
Kurt moaned loudly.
"Fuck, Kurt! If you can't be quiet, we can't do this," Blaine reprimanded him, "It won't work out."
Kurt appeared from underneath the old Ford he was working on and winked at Blaine, "Is there something wrong, Blaine?"
Blaine cursed loudly.
"Hey, Blaine!" Burt called out disapprovingly, "Watch your mouth around my kid!"
Kurt broke into a fit of giggles at that. Blaine glared down at him rolling on the filthy concrete, his oily coveralls hugging his hips as his knees rose to his stomach in peals of the most contagious laughter Blaine had ever heard. He couldn't help grinning.
"Sorry, Burt!" Blaine called out, and Kurt beckoned Blaine to bend down to him. Blaine knelt carefully over Kurt, risking straddling him and loving the little guttural sound Kurt made but didn't acknowledge.
"You motioned?" Blaine grinned.
"My dad warned you to watch your mouth around me," Kurt raised himself up on his forearms, leaning up into Blaine and breathing his words in his ear, tickling the tiny hairs on his neck and sending shivers down Blaine's body. "He didn't warn me to watch mine," Kurt finished, and nipped at Blaine's earlobe softly.
"Jesus, Christ, Kurt!" Blaine exploded, mostly in frustration, but also in anger. He leapt away from Kurt, banging his head on the side mirror of the car as he leapt up. "Ahh! Shit!"
Burt glared at him.
"Blaine, this is a place of business," he said sternly, "It might not look like much, and I know its late afternoon and its only us and Tommy here, but that doesn't mean you can scream profanities. Understand?" Burt shot a look at Kurt, "You let him kiss you with that mouth?" he demanded, almost-playfully of Kurt.
Kurt twirled a spanner between his fingers skilfully and spoke without thinking, "And more!"
The world stopped. Blaine couldn't breathe. Kurt looked horrified and clapped a hand to his mouth. Blaine was afraid to move a muscle. He wanted desperately to melt into the ground and maybe take Kurt with him so he could get them away from Burt.
Blaine closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for the fallout to begin.
Burt laughed.
"Look at the two of you!" he chuckled, "You think I wasn't sixteen once too? You think I don't know or at least assume what goes on with you two behind closed doors?"
"Dad, we don't- I mean, we only just started - I didn't mean…" Kurt stammered ridiculously and Blaine opened his eyes to see his beetroot coloured boyfriend scrambling to his feet.
"Are you being safe?" Burt demanded gruffly, his eyes narrowing at Blaine.
"We haven't even needed to be yet, Sir," Blaine gulped.
"How many damn times have I told you to call me Burt, Blaine? I thought I beat that out of you when you and Kurt had that Gilmore Girls marathon in my den and hogged the television for three days! Don't tell me I have to go through this whole "Yes, sir, No, sir, Three bags full, sir" routine again!"
"Yes si – Burt," Blaine mumbled.
"That's better," Burt said gruffly, "Now, I know you kids are crazy about each other. I know this because there is legitimately no-one else on this planet who is allowed to see Kurt covered in grease and without gel, who isn't family. I just want you to be careful, and go slowly. And I'd like you boys to promise me something," Burt added uncertainly.
"Anything," Blaine sighed gratefully.
"I want you to talk to me before you… take that final step… And I want you to promise me that you'll only be intimate at home."
Kurt opened his mouth to protest.
"No, Kurt," Burt held up a hand to him, "I'm not discussing this. You two are getting serious, and I know that it can feel like you want to be a bit adventurous. But I want you to understand that not everyone is as accepting as your friends. If you got caught in a compromising position in public by the wrong people you could be in real danger. Don't park. Don't find a dark street. Don't go to the lake. Come home."
Burt spoke fiercely, but Blaine knew it was with the passion that came with caring. And not just about Kurt, either. Blaine knew that Burt treated him like family. He was becoming a regular staple of Friday night dinners, and Burt often asked him (through Kurt) if he was coming over to watch the game with him and Finn. Blaine felt comfortable with Burt. That was why he understood Burt's request.
"You're right," Blaine told him, "We'll be careful from now on," he promised.
Kurt gave an exasperated sigh.
"There goes my sex life!" he huffed and Burt shot him a cross look.
"Kurt, you need to take this seriously! Blaine does!" Burt's voice went up a little.
"Blaine's a goody-goody," Kurt replied calmly, "Would you give this little speech to Finn and Rachel if she decided to actually let him get to third base?" Kurt scoffed, "You're being condescending because we're gay."
"I am not a goody-goody!" Blaine pouted, but neither Burt nor Kurt was paying him any attention anymore.
"It's not condescension, Kurt, it's caring!" Burt had an irate look now and his face was red. "I wish I could tell you this isn't about you being gay, but it is! This is Lima, Kurt. And you know firsthand what homophobia is. So I don't want to see either of you hurt because of something that could have been prevented. I'm not telling you to hide who you are. I just want you to… fool around… at home. I'll put a lock on your door if you like."
"Kurt, I agree with your dad," Blaine said softly and Kurt spun to look at him like he'd just remembered he was there. "We shouldn't be taking stupid risks."
Kurt opened his mouth to argue with Blaine, then remembered his face when theyd arrived at the populated beach that day. He'd been so protective and concerned, and it hadn't been till they were alone that he'd let himself relax.
"Okay," Kurt muttered, sighing resignedly, "But I'm getting that lock on my door, Dad."
"Agreed, Kurt," Burt muttered, not meeting them in the eye, "Believe me, no one wants to walk in on that."
Blaine smiled and reached out a hand to rest on Kurt's hip comfortingly, pulling him a little closer.
Burt huffed.
"I guess you kids can get out of here. There's not much left to do for today," he frowned and hit Blaine's shoulder with a rag as he nuzzled into Kurt's neck a little. "I mean it! Get going, lovebirds!"
"Bye, Dad!" Kurt grinned and yanked on Blaine's arm, running out of the shop.
"Bye, Mr Hummel!" Blaine called out as he ran.
"How many times do I have to tell you, kid? It's 'Burt'!" Burt shouted.
Tommy shot a look at him with a slightly uncomfortable grin from under a Toyota. "You didn't let me call you Burt until I'd know you for ten years," he snickered. "You must sure like that kid."
"I like him like family," Burt grinned, "And you've never had the table manners it needs to be invited to our Friday dinners, Tommy, so forgive me if I cut the kid a little slack."
"So we have the house to ourselves," Kurt hummed in Blaine's ear as he threw himself down on his bed next to his boyfriend. "Wanna be truly scandalous?"
Blaine gasped.
"You… You don't mean?" he demanded, "You aren't seriously thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
Kurt grinned evilly.
"Rocky Horror?" he grinned and pulled the DVD out from behind his pillow, pressing his weight against Blaine's thigh as he reached behind his head.
"Tell me again about the time they offered to give you the part of Frankenfurter and you turned it down because you didn't want to wear fishnets and corsets? I feel like the world missed out on an opportunity there," Blaine giggled and trapped Kurt in his embrace, rolling so he was lying on top of him.
"Blaine Anderson, you don't have a lingerie fetish do you?" Kurt pulled back to watch Blaine carefully as he answered, but seemed unable to prevent his fingers from tracing little caresses all over his arms as he waited.
"I think I have a Kurt Hummel fetish, if you want me to be accurate," Blaine said happily, "I really love you, Kurt."
"Love you more," Kurt smiled, and then added a little more seriously, "And I'm sorry about this afternoon. You and Dad were right. I don't ever want you to get hurt, and I'm not into exhibitionism at all. We're safe here. You're safe here. And that makes me happy."
Kurt kissed him softly, still loving the little tingle that buzzed in his chest when he felt his lips touch Blaine's. Blaine shivered beneath him and Kurt giggled into his lips.
"Can I keep you?" Blaine laughed as he broke away from Kurt, "Forever?"
Kurt froze at that. He loved Blaine. He loved Blaine so much it actually hurt sometimes. But Blaine had never really given him much indication of the longevity of their relationship before. True, Kurt had texted him from New York to fill him in on his and Rachel's plans to move there, and he'd included Blaine in that, but Blaine had sort of counted himself in without really acknowledging the deeper question there.
"Do you mean that?" Kurt said softly, and Blaine felt his back muscles tensing under Blaine's fingers.
"Forever too long?" Blaine quipped cheerily, desperate to get the conversation back in safer waters, "I get it; my hair gel is a deal breaker, huh?"
"Blaine…" Kurt said seriously.
"Of course I mean it, Kurt," Blaine looked away, "But I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Its fine if you're not in that place yet, I understand."
Then Kurt's lips were on his, firmly and desperately, kissing him with everything he had, and everything he would ever have; with everything he was, and with everything he would ever be.
"You can keep me," Kurt panted brokenly as he pulled away after about a minute, "Forever."
Blaine grinned at him, euphoric.
"Only if you keep me too," he said happily.
Kurt got up to start the movie several kissed later then cuddled into Blaine, singing the intro.
"It's going to suck when school goes back," Blaine said, stroking Kurt's hair off his forehead and pressing three quick kisses there.
"You could transfer too," Kurt said hesitantly.
"What?" Blaine tipped his head down uncomfortably to look at Kurt curled up on his chest.
"Just promise me you'll think about it?" Kurt said, his voice unnaturally calm, as if reigning in some underlying depth of feeling on the topic.
"Sure, baby," Blaine agreed, glad Kurt couldn't see the frown of worry on his face.
Ooooh. What. Will. Blaine. Do? I. Fucking. Wonder… :P