"Guess whoooo?" Blaine sang, covering Kurt's eyes from behind.
Kurt laughed, continuing to put his books in his locker despite the human blindfold. "Well, I hope it's my gorgeous boyfriend, otherwise, I'm going to be really creeped out."
"Taa-daa!" Blaine laughed as well, leaning up against the cool lockers to face Kurt.
"Plans for tonight?"
"Not unless you count hanging out with Cooper. Doesn't that sound like a fun Friday night?" Blaine asked, sarcasm very heavy in his voice.
"I must admit, I am very jealous," Kurt smirked.
"What about you?" Blaine asked, hoping Kurt was free as well.
"I get to go get this thing off," Kurt gestured to his cast.
"Good. I like holding both your soft hands without a cast in the way," Blaine said, smiling.
Kurt smiled as well, "I'm glad too. It's tricky to make stuff look good with this handicap."
"But, you make anything look good," Blaine pointed out.
"You're so cheesy," Kurt laughed, sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"You love me."
"I do."
"How about this. How about I pick you up for your doctor's appointment and then we go out to eat," Blaine suggested.
"Sounds wonderful," Kurt agreed, kissing Blaine on the cheek before they turned to walk down the hall hand in hand.
**
Kurt was getting annoyed. And fast. And it was never a good thing when Kurt Hummel was annoyed.
He tried to ignore it by bringing his knees up to his chest and leaning into Blaine, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, breathing in his scent.
"Just ignore her, sweetie," Blaine whispered to him, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders.
Kurt tried to do as he asked, but his eyes kept snapping open to HER. Her and the disapproving look she was shooting them from across the hospital waiting room.
Kurt was just about to say something, but the plump woman with the curly brown hair beat him to it. "Excuse me, but can you two not?" She asked with forced politeness.
"Not what, exactly?" Kurt asked, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrows.
"Not look at each other with googley eyes and practically make out in the chair," she gestured to where Kurt and Blaine were tangled together. "We're in public."
Kurt shot up from his chair, placing his hands on his hips. "As we're well aware," he tried keeping his cool, not wanting to cause a scene.
"Then stop. Nobody wants to see you two do that."
"I'm sorry but we don't need your permission to be happy. Even if it is in public," Kurt snapped, his attitude returning. "If we were a straight couple, you'd have no problem."
"Because they're not abominations."
Kurt pursed his lips, "do you see this cast? How do you think I got this? Due to a HOMOPHOBIC attack. And who wants to be attacked almost every single day and not be able to be with the people I love in public without people like you disrupting us? Why would anyone chose that?
Yes, I chose to be with my BOYFRIEND, but I did not chose to fall in love with him. I didn't chose it anymore than I chose to be gay. Anymore than President Barack Obama chose to be black." Kurt finished, his heart racing.
The woman looked slightly taken aback, and replied with an uneven voice. "Have fun burning in Hell, then."
Kurt almost laughed. "I'd rather burn in Hell with him, than live on this planet without him. Have a nice day," Kurt said with a fake smile, sitting back down next to Blaine.
The woman rolled her eyes, "Good. We don't need you," she said almost to herself. Luckily, she was called in by the doctor before it could escalate much farther.
Not soon after, a woman in her late 20s with a warm smile approached the two boys. "Don't listen to her. I think you two are adorable. I take it you're Kurt Hummel?"
"Right this way. He can come too," she smiled, gesturing to Blaine. "We'll have this cast off in no time."
"I never forgot to tell you how amazing you were back there," Blaine smirked, once they took their seats at Breadstix.
Kurt smirked as well. "She deserved it."
"It was hot."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, a smug expression on his face. "I'm glad," he laughed, looking through the menu even though he had been her so many times that he could probably recite the menu backwards.
"Kurt, did you really mean it? That you'd rather burn in Hell with me than live on this planet without me?"
"Of course. Because living on this planet without you would be more Hell than actually being there."
Blaine half smiled, "You're not going to burn in Hell. Don't listen to her."
"Blaine, you know I don't believe in that stuff."
Blaine shrugged, "I know. But if you did."
"Do you want to spend the night at my house tonight?" Kurt spat out all in one breath.
"I-yeah. Yeah of course," Blaine titled his head a little in confusion. Why did Kurt look uneasy? Almost nervous? They had spent the night together countless times.
"It's just that..my dad and Carole are out of town on some business trip and I was supposed to be with Finn but he bailed on me and is spending the night with Rachel. And I don't want to be alone. I'm scared to stay alone," Kurt bit his lip, looking down at the table.
Blaine leaned over the table, picking Kurt's chin up with his fingers. "Hey, look at me. Of course I'll stay with you tonight. You don't ever have to ask, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt smiled simply, kissing Blaine lightly on the lips. They were still taking it slow on showing public affection but Kurt wanted the whole world to know that Blaine was all his; even if encounters like the one at the hospital occurred.
"And we can pick up a few movies on the way home. I love movie nights with you," Blaine smiled, folding his hands on the table.
Secretly, Kurt was hoping they'd do something else, but he didn't tell this to Blaine. Not yet, at least. After the movies, Kurt reminded himself. "Why are you being so sweet to me?"
Blaine tilted his head, "Do I need a reason?"
"No..no, I guess not. It's just that before we were together, and wow, it's been more than two years. But before that nobody was ever this nice to me. I don't feel like I deserve it," Kurt said quietly, his voice uneven.
Blaine smiled sadly, reaching across the table and placing his hand on top of Kurt's. "You deserve the best of everything. I've told you that, Kurt. And I know that you have a very low image of yourself and I wish more than anything that I could change that, but just know that I think you deserve the best. And I'll do everything in my power to give it to you."
"Just being able to call you mine is more than I could ever ask for. I'll never understand how I got so lucky."
"It's not luck. It's fate." Blaine smiled the signature Anderson smile that melted Kurt's heart every time. They spent the rest of the dinner in a similar fashion, passing sweet nothings back and forth, both happy as could be.
As Kurt and Blaine both found out, after the second movie, their "movie date" quickly turned into a make out session on the couch.
Kurt smiled down at Blaine from where he was on top of him, straddling his waist. They didn't say anything for a long time, they just kept quiet enjoying each other's presence. They kissed silently, their lips moving in perfect union with each other.
It was rare that they were alone and could do whatever they wanted without fear of getting caught and they intended to make the best of it. Blaine had his hands on Kurt's back and they were moving farther and farther down until they were dangerously close to-
"Blaine, I'm ready," Kurt pulled away abruptly, breathing heavily.
"Oh-okay," Blaine nodded, swallowing thickly.
"Come on," Kurt winked, climbing off of Blaine and extending his hand for him. They hurried up to Kurt's room where they collapsed on the bed, both hard.
Kurt rolled them over so that he was on top, staring down into his boyfriend's golden brown eyes, the eye color barely visible due to how dilated his pupils were. "Let's go slow, make it count."
"Of course. I want our first time to be as special as possible," Blaine captured Kurt's mouth in a kiss.
Kurt nodded, slowly starting to unbutton Blaine's shirt, kissing each patch of newly exposed skin. He threw Blaine's shirt off the bed, not caring where it landed. Kurt's hands were shaking by the time he made it to the button of Blaine's pants. cbe.
"Wait, Kurt. Let me take off your shirt," Blaine breathed heavily.
Kurt nodded, sitting up slightly to let Blaine slip his shirt up and over his head. He laughed slightly noticing the contrast between the tone of their chests that were pressed up against each other.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Blaine asked, running his hands softly over Kurt's chest.
"Quite a few times actually. I don't see it, but thank you," Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine purposefully.
"I wish you could see it. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," Blaine said against Kurt's lips.
Kurt hummed against his boyfriend's lips distracting him as he fumbled with the button on his jeans, finally slipping them off. "I think we both know who the beautiful one is."
"Yes, and I'm taking off his pants right now," Blaine laughed as he did just that, throwing them off the bed as well as all their other clothes.
"Mm, Blaine kiss me," Kurt pleaded and Blaine sat up slightly with Kurt still straddling his waist, kissing him on the mouth, sliding his tongue in slightly. "You ready?"
"I'm always ready with you."
Kurt winked, leaning over to his bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube out of the drawer, along with a condom. They both removed their own underwear and eagerly drank each other in. "I know we've seen each other like this before, but oh my God Blaine, you are GORGEOUS," Kurt gaped, taking his in his boyfriend's naked body.
"You took the words right out of my mouth. About you of course," Blaine smiled, lying down and watching Kurt lube up his fingers.
"This is going to hurt. Tell me if it's too much," Kurt swallowed, placing his finger at the edge of Blaine's entrance.
Blaine nodded, as Kurt slid one finger in, eliciting a low moan from Blaine. He slid in another and then a third, scissoring them on every third thrust of his fingers until Blaine was properly stretched out.
Kurt fumbled with opening the condom, and Blaine helped him roll it on, their fingers fumbling in an effort to hurry up.
Kurt lubed up his cock then shifted so it was touching the entrance of Blaine's hole. "Ready?" he asked once again, placing his hands on Blaine's pecs.
"Yes, please Kurt," Blaine moaned loudly as Kurt thrusted in and then back out again, with slow but sure movements. He only sped up his thrusts as Blaine directed, his blue-green eyes never leaving Blaine's golden brown orbs.
The soft moans and their names being said was the only noise in the room, along with the slapping of skin.
"Blaine, I'm gonna-" Kurt started, but he didn't need to finish his sentence for Blaine to understand what he meant. They both came in one glorious moment, moaning each other's names as they came down from the orgasm.
Kurt took off the condom, tying it and threw it in the trash. He grabbed a kleenex from his bedside table and cleaned Blaine off, along with himself.
They shifted so that they were under the covers, their chests rising and falling in a rhythmic motion. Their breathing finally even. "I love you so much Blaine," Kurt sighed, tangling his hands in Blaine's chest hair, feeling his heart beat.
"I love you too Kurt. Always have. Always will," Blaine locked his eyes on Kurt's, keeping his arms around him tight.
"Be mine forever?" Kurt asked sweetly, pressing their foreheads together.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." This was the first time that they had vocalized that they wanted to be together for the rest of their lives and both of them had never been so sure of anything.
"Thank you for sharing this experience with me. It's everything I imagined and more," Kurt smiled.
"Me too Kurt, me too." And they drifted off into sleep, brilliant smiles still plastered on their faces.