AN- Well, here's chapter 3! It would've been a little longer (and NOT have a cliff hanger) but my friend Jason was feeling all sad and he wanted to read it, so I published it early for him (plus it's fun to torture you guys...MUAHAHA!lol, jk). I LOVE YOU JASON! 3
Blood Rush
Chapter 3:
Blaine awoke in his dorm room, smiling peacefully. He still couldn't believe the beautiful night he and Kurt shared. He loves Kurt's smile, he had been missing it the past couple of days.
Blaine climbed out of bed-his curls a mess, as was normal in the mornings-and got dressed. It was Sunday, so, he didn't reach for his uniform. He instead, threw on a pair of blue jeans, and his favorite Starkid shirt. It was light blue and it read: KEEP CALM, it's gonna be TOTALLY AWESOME.
He went down to the café for breakfast. Wes and David were already waiting at their table, giving him knowing looks.
"Good morning." Blaine said, taking a long sip out of the coffee cup that was waiting for him.
"Good morning." The two boys said in unison, smiling widely.
"What's with you guys?" Blaine asked, sitting down.
"How did your date go?" Wes asked snickering.
"Yes, how?" David asked, also snickering.
"Um…the date was perfect." Wes and David exchanged looks, giggling.
"What is so funny?" Blaine asked, growing impatient.
"Well, seeing as how you have hickey on your neck, we would assume it was more than perfect…" Wes explained, giggling with David.
Blaine blushed and brought his hand to his neck. Ahickey?Idon'trememberthis… Blaine guessed that he must've been so caught up in the heat of the moment, he didn't realize. All he remembered was pure bliss and passion.
"Looks like it's gonna be there for a while, too." David pointed out.
"Crap. I'm supposed to bring…something…to Kurt later…what if his dad sees?"
"Then you're screwed." David said, jokingly.
"Damn Kurt and his perfect little mouth…" Blaine said, drinking coffee, staring in the distance, thinking about Kurt.
David and Wes continued to snicker.
"You guys are so immature." Blaine said, throwing a balled up napkin at them.
"Hey, you're the one who has a hickey, giving us these thoughts." Wes defended himself and his friend.
Blaine sighed, "I guess you're right… Is the hickey really that bad?"
"Yeah. Here, look." David said, pulling a small mirror out if his pocket and handing it to Blaine.
"Why do you have a mirror in your pocket, David?" Wes asked curiously.
"Hey, I gotta make sure I look good for the ladies." David said smugly. Wes play-punched him.
Blaine held the small mirror up. Sure enough there was a prominent round bruise on his neck, right below his jaw.
"Oh wow." Blaine touched the hickey softly. "Well, I guess it's only fair…since I gave Kurt a couple, too…" Blaine smiled sweetly, recalling the events of the previous night.
"Let's hope his dad doesn't see them…" Wes said.
"He shouldn't…they aren't on his neck…"
"What?" Wes and David asked, the looks on their faces making Blaine crack up.
"Where exactly are these hickeys, Blaine?" David asked.
Blaine was still laughing. He knew where their imaginative minds were wondering to.
"You guys are so perverted…They're on his chest." Blaine explained.
"Oh…" David said.
"The way you said 'not on his chest' made us think…never mind." Wes explained, blushing.
"Haha!...Well…" Blaine gave them a knowing look, playing with them now.
"Oh God…" David said.
"I'm just kidding. I'm not going to tell you all the dirty details." Blaine winked as he took another drink of his coffee.
"Nor do we want to know." Wes said, laughing.
Kurt woke up peacefully. His mind was clear of all the horrible things that had happened to him, and filled with the beautiful thoughts of his boyfriend and the song he wrote for him. He still felt warm and fuzzy, as if he were still in Blaine's arms.
He rolled over on his side and smiled to himself. "I'm not alone." He whispered dreamily.
Kurt climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom… He looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. His hair was a mess, but he didn't really care. He was on cloud nine, as happy as could be. Last night was so…magical. Kurt picked out an outfit for the day and pulled off his pajamas. He squeezed into his dark blue skinny jeans, pulled a black polo over his head and went down stairs.
"Good morning, dad!" Kurt said cheerily, as he sat down at the breakfast table.
"Morning, Kurt." His father grumbled, reading the Sunday paper.
Kurt was in a particularly good mood this morning.
Kurt was thirsty for blood, but he found, when he thought about Blaine, his thirst was less dominant. It's like Blaine was his anti-drug.
"So, Blaine is coming over for a few minutes to bring me the rest of the blood."
Burt looked up at his son-who had sat down joyously munching on an apple.
"OK. I need to talk to him anyways…" Burt's face was serious.
Kurt stopped mid-bite and moved the apple from his mouth. "Dad, you're not going to harass him, are you?"
Burt chuckled a little. "No…well, maybe. I haven't decided yet."
Kurt knew his dad was kidding. "Just don't kill him, please." I'mgonnaneedhisbody… Kurt giggled to himself, taking another bite of the tart apple.
"Uh huh…" Burt mumbled.
"DAD!" Kurt hollered.
"What? I was kidding." Burt laughed.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at hid father as he opened the text he had just received from Blaine.
Hey, hon. Almost there. ;)
Kurt smiled, typing back.
YAY! But beware…my dad says he wants to talk to you…
"Texting Blaine?" Burt asked, noticing the smile on his sons face and the way his face lit up. The apple he had been eating was on the table, long forgotten.
"Mhmmm." Was all Kurt said.
About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Kurt leaped up and opened the door to find his boyfriend standing outside, carrying a small, red cooler.
"Hey, honey." Kurt said, greeting Blaine with a kiss.
"Hey." Blaine whispered back, with a smile.
Blaine handed the cooler to Kurt. He took it to the kitchen and started putting the blood on the fridge. Blaine was met by Burt in the living room.
"Hi, Mr. Hummel." Blaine said cheerily, hiding his nervousness.
"Hello, Blaine." Burt looked him over. Luckily, Blaine was pretty confident he found a way to hide his hickey. He wore a red polo (Kurt always said he loved how Blaine looked in red) and a black bowtie. The hickey was still able to be seen, but it was hidden out of plain sight.
"Kurt said you wanted to talk to me about something…" Blaine said, awkwardly.
"Yes, have a seat." Burt gestured to the couch.
"Ok…" Blaine sat on the soft, black couch.
"Well, Blaine…umm… I know you and Kurt had sex." Burt said, awkwardly.
"I know. And I'm sorry for breaking your rules, Mr. Hummel."
Burt sighed. "I understand. I was a teenage boy once myself. Driven by hormones. I've snuck into houses when I was your age."
Kurt stood in the doorway connecting the kitchen and living room. He smiled a little. He was glad his dad was talking to Blaine, he Knew Blaine's dad won't talk to him about these kinds of things.
Blaine was quiet, not knowing what to say in this awkward situation.
"I just wanted to make sure you know that I'm not angry because you had sex with my son. I'm upset because you both broke my rules."
"I know. And I'm sorry."
"Blaine, I forgive you. And as much as I don't want to admit this, I'm glad Kurt has you. He loves you. I can see it in his face every time he talks about you." Burt smiled. He looked towards the kitchen. Kurt was still standing there, looking at Blaine, smiling sweetly.
"I know. And I love him." Blaine smiled.
"You better." Burt gave Blaine a serious look. He sighed. "Kurt, come here."
Kurt blushed, he hadn't realized how long he'd been standing there, staring at his beautiful boyfriend. He walked over to the couch, and sat next to Blaine. Both boys lit up as their eyes met.
Burt cleared his throat, pulling the lovers out off their love struck trance. They blushed.
"So, as I've learned, you two have become…er…intimate…" Burt said, awkwardly.
"Ohgod…" Kurt and Blaine shared a look of horror. They were gonna get the sex talk.
Burt noticed their faces. "Hey, this is as awkward for me as it is for you. But, I want to make sure you're…informed. And from what I understand, Blaine's father is very…uh…uncomfortable with Blaine being gay."
Blaine nodded solemnly. Kurt took his hand, squeezing it softly. Kurt sighed. "Ummm…ok, I guess we're not getting out of this, are we?"
Burt laughed. "After you broke one of my biggest rules? Hell no." Both boys sighed at t his.
"Well, I know you don't have to worry about pregnancy, like Finn would have to, but there are other things…are you using protection?"
Kurt blushed, his face turning a deep red color. Blaine also blushed, but smiled a little, he found Kurt absolutely adorable when he blushed. He wanted to kiss him, and hold him so bad, but in front of his father, while getting the sex talk was definitely not the right time.
"Yes, dad," Kurt answered, "We've been using condoms." Blaine, who was still looking at Kurt, nodded in agreement.
"Ok, good. That's good." Burt looked relieved. "I just hope you boys know that sex isn't just for fun…it's a sign of love."
Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other.
"We know…" Kurt said, Blaine laying his head on his shoulder.
Burt smiled a little, he was glad his son found someone who makes him happy. "And Blaine, if you ever do anything to hurt Kurt in anyway, I will personally hunt you down."
Blaine's smile fell. He sat up. "Mr. Hummel, I love Kurt, I would neverhurt him."
"Ok. Good." Burt got up to leave. "Oh, and Kurt?"
"Yeah, dad?"
"Next time, be a little more careful with your hickey placement." Burt looked towards Blaine's neck, smirking a little.
Blaine's hand shot to his neck. Kurt blushed as his eyes went to Blaine's neck.
The boys giggled to themselves when Burt left.
"That was… awkward…" Kurt said, pulling his legs on the couch, hugging Blaine from the side, leaning his chin on the shorter boy's shoulder.
"Yeah, but it was necessary."
The boys sighed, sitting there like that for a few more minutes, each of them wanting to kiss the other one passionately, to touch the other one intimately.
Burt came back in the room. "Blaine, would you like to join us for dinner tonight?"
Kurt looked a little surprised.
"Yeah. That'd be nice. " Blaine smiled.
"Great! Well, I have to leave for work in a few minutes, but you can stay here-in the living room-until then. Carole should be back sometime this evening." The boys nodded-smiling at the fact that Blaine could stay-as Burt left the room.
"Wow. I wonder why he let you stay? Not that I'm complaining…" Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.
A shiver went down Blaine's spine. The way Kurt's warm breath felt on his neck, and on his ear drove him wild.
"I don't know…but I'm glad he did." Blaine smiled.
Kurt couldn't contain himself any longer. He looked around, making sure they were alone. He brought hid hand to Blaine's chin, turning his head so they were facing each other. Their lips met, warm and soft, moving together passionately. Burt was about to walk through the living room to get to the front door. He saw the two boys kissing. He smiled to himself, again, glad that his son found love. And the look on Kurt's face when they broke the kiss, was the look of pure joy, and contentment.
The boys broke the kiss at the same time, looking into each other's eyes. "I've been wanting to do that the whole time we were talking." Blaine smiled.
"Me too." Kurt smiled back.
Burt walked in the room. "I'll be back later. You two behave." Burt gave them a look that said, "I saw that".
Kurt blushed. "Bye dad."
"Bye Mr. Hummel." Blaine said, smiling at Kurt's blushing.
"Bye boys." Burt said, then left.
"You are soadorable when you blush." Blaine said, making Kurt blush again. "Like that." Blaine touched Kurt's warm cheek. Both boys smiled. Kurt kissed Blaine again, putting his hands in Blaine's short, curly hair. Blaine's hands rested on Kurt's lower back as the boys soon found themselves laying vertical on the couch.
"What if Finn walks in here?" Blaine asked.
"It's Sunday, he won't be up until AT LEAST one o clock." Kurt smiled. Kissing Blaine again.
They stayed like that for about 15 minutes, making out embracing each other's presence, when Kurt's phone started ringing. He grabbed it out of his pocket-lips still attached to Blaine's-an looked at it. It was Mercedes. He answered it, pulling his lips from Blaine's.
"Hello?" Kurt said kindly.
"Hey, boy! Me and the girls decided we're gonna kidnap you today, ok?"
What? No!...I mean… I'm with Blaine right now, 'Cedes."
"Oh…well, he can come, too!"
"Ok…let me ask." He put the phone against his chest. He leaned down to Blaine's ear, and whispered softly. "Do you want to spend the day with me and the New Direction girls?"
Blaine smiled, "As long as it involves you, I'm in."
Kurt smiled back, bringing the phone back to his ear.
"He said, yes."
"Great! We'll be there in half an hour to get you."
"Ummm…ok."
"Bye. See you soon!"
"Bye, Mercedes."
Kurt hung the phone up, laying down on Blaine, his head resting on his strong chest.
"I love you." Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand, rubbing it softly.
"I love you, too." Blaine said, rubbing Kurt's back with his free hand.
They remained like that until they heard the doorbell ring.
"Come in!" Kurt hollered towards the door.
Mercedes, Rachel,, Tina, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany entered the house. They noticed Kurt was still laying on Blaine peacefully.
"Awww! You two are so adorable!" Mercedes gushed, causing Kurt and Blaine to both blush.
"Awww! The dolphins are cuddling!" Brittany said sweetly.
Kurt buried his face in Blaine's chest. Blaine thought it was adorable.
"Kurt, honey. We can't stay like this forever." Blaine smiled, and gave the girls a wink.
Kurt's head shot up and he looked straight into Blaine's beautiful hazel eyes. "why not?" He pouted.
"Because, lover boy, we're taking you for a girls day out." Quinn said, tugging Kurt off Blaine. Kurt sighed.
Blaine sat up. "Hello, ladies."
They all said, "Hi, Blaine" in unison.
"I'm going to my room to get a few things…will you be all right, Blaine?" Kurt said, looking around his room.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Hurry back." Blaine smiled at his boyfriend.
"I will." Kurt said seductively, then going down to his room.
Tina, Rachel, and Brittany sat on the couch next to Blaine. Blaine noticed Santana-who was leaning against the chair off to the side of the couch-was staring at hid neck, with a smirk on her face.
Blaine blushed a little and looked away. He turned to Tina-who was sitting closest to him. "So, what are we doing today?"
Tina smiled, "We're going to the mall!"
"Hmmm…ok." Blaine smiled. He's never been shopping with Kurt before...this should be interesting.
Kurt came down stairs carrying a small, black, Marc Jacobs messenger bag. It wasn't about half the size of the one he carries his school stuff in. He had also fixed his hair, it was now perfect. Not a single strand out of place.
"Ok. I'm ready to go! I left a note for Finn, telling him I was going out with the girls. And I called my dad, he said it was okay, as long as we were back for dinner." Kurt smiled widely. Everyone started towards the door, until Santana stopped them.
"Stop right there Hummel!" Everyone turned around to look at the Latina.
"What?" Kurt asked.
"Explain."
"Explain what, Santana?" Kurt looked confused.
"The hickey on your hobbit's neck." Santana pointed to Blaine's neck. Both boys were beet red.
"Uhhh…well…there's not much explaining…I mean, you know how hickeys are formed." Kurt said, nervously.
Santana smirked. "You two totally hooked up!" The rest of the girls-besides Mercedes-were shocked. A chorus of snickers were heard though out the room.
"Well…yeah. But we prefer the term 'made love'. 'Hooking up' sounds…not as meaningful." Kurt and Blaine looked at each other lovingly. This time, "awwws" were heard through out the room.
They all piled in two cars. Quinn drove herself, Santana and Brittany in her car. Everyone else rode in Blaine's car.
"Blaine, honey, you've never been shopping with me, have you?" Kurt asked from the passenger seat.
"Nope." Blaine smiled.
Kurt laughed mischeviously. "Ok…Well I'm gonna need you to tell me how amazing I look in stuff, can you handle that?"
"Yes. I can most certainly handle that." Blaine winked.
Giggles were shared amongst the girls in the back seat.
The rest of the drive was spent mapping out what stores to hit, and whatnot.
Several hours later, Blaine sat outside a dressing room, waiting for his boyfriend to show him yet another outfit. Santana, Quinn and Brittany had left for Cheerio practice, and the other girls were in the bathroom. So, he was just sitting there patiently and quiet for Kurt. He looked at his phone, the time read 6:30pm. This must be the last outfit, because they were supposed to have dinner at Kurt's house.
"How do I look?" Kurt said, exiting the dressing room.
Blaine's mouth fell. Kurt slowly turned around, then did a little cat walk down the isle of dressing rooms.
Blaine could not stop staring at Kurt. He was wearing a black, short sleeve button down shirt. The shirt was tight, it showed off his toned muscles nicely. But no matter how nice Kurt's muscles looked in that shirt, Blaine's eyes kept drifting to those pants. Those AMAZING pants. Kurt was wearing light blue skinny jeans that were so tight, they should be illegal. The pants were very tight around Kurt's perfect little butt. Blaine noticed this as he was walking away from Blaine. But when he turned around and started strutting towards Blaine, he noticed how tight the pants were around Kurt's crotch area. This outfit was making Blaine's own pant's tighter, due to the boner forming there.
"Blaine?" Kurt stopped strutting.
"Wha-Oh! You look…amazing." Blaine said, snapping out of his gaze and wiping drool from his mouth.
Kurt noticed. He smirked at Blaine seductively. He walked aver to Blaine, and sat on his lap, draping his arms around his shoulders.
"You like this outfit?"
"Yes. Very much so." Blaine stammered out, his thoughts hazy.
"Should I buy it?" Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, his warm breath brushing against Blaine's skin.
"Ohgod…yes." Blaine answered.
"Well, I'm gonna have to buy it while im wearing it…cause it's gonna take some time to get these pants off…"
"I could help you with that." Blaine whispered back in Kurt's ear.
Kurt giggled. "Maybe tonight." He then kissed Blaine lightly. Blaine kissed back.
They heard a throat being cleared behind them. Kurt looked up. It was Mercedes, Rachel and Tina. Kurt blushed.
"We're back from the bathroom." Rachel announced.
Kurt got out of Blaine's lap, Blaine immediately crossing his legs.
"Do you like my outfit?" He asked the girls, turning around.
"Damn! You look fine boy!" Mercedes said, winking at Blaine, as if to say "you lucky man".
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna buy it then we have to go, ok?"
"Ok." They said, and they started to leave. Blaine remained seated.
"Come on, Blaine." Tina said.
"Uhhh…I'll be there in a minute." He said, blushing.
"What? Why would you-OH!" Rachel caught on, giggling. Mercedes and Tina also giggled.
Kurt smirked at him. Blaine was blushing so much, you would think he had a sunburn.
Helookssoadorablewhenhe'sblushinglikethat… Kurt thought, walking over to Blaine. He took his hands in his own. "Blaine, we've got to get home. Carole should be home soon, and then we're having dinner." He smiled at his boyfriend.
Blaine looked down. "But…"
Kurt giggled. He picked up a shopping bag he had acquired from a different store. "Here. Carry it like this." Kurt demonstrated, by carrying the bag in front of him with both hands, making the girls giggle. He handed the bag to Blaine as he got up. Blaine sighed and took the bag.
Kurt paid for the clothes he was wearing-luckily he shopped there enough, that they knew he could be trusted-and they left.
When Kurt and Blaine walked through the door of the Hummel-Hudson house, they were hit with the delicious smell of homemade spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove.
"We're home!" Kurt yelled to no one in particular.
"Hi boys!" Carole said, coming out of the kitchen, hugging them both.
"Dinner smells delicious, Carole." Blaine said, smiling.
"Thank you Blaine! We're having spaghetti and meat balls." Carole said, as the oven beeped. "Oh. And garlic bread." She turned to go tend to the food.
"Garlic bread…you can't eat garlic, can you?" Blaine said, sitting on the couch.
"No. And neither can you." Kurt said, cuddling next to Blaine.
"And why's that?" Blaine said, putting his arm around Kurt.
"Because, that would make this," Kurt kissed Blaine. "A little undesirable if you have garlic breath."
Blaine smiled. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?"
"Nope." They kissed softly again.
"Get a room." Finn said jokingly, coming in the room and sitting on the chair next to the couch.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at him. Finn just ignored him and turned the TV on.
"I'm cold." Kurt said, pulling a blanket around him and Blaine.
"I'll keep you warm." Blaine said, hugging Kurt tighter. Kurt nuzzled into his warm chest.
Finn was ignoring the two and focusing on the football game he found.
Kurt was comfy and warm in his lover's arms, using Blaine's chest as a pillow.
"HONEY! I'M HOME!" Burt said, as he burst through the door five minutes later.
Carole greeted him with a kiss and a "Hi, honey."
Burt came in the living room and sat in the chair on the other side of the couch.
"Hi, Mr. Hummel." Blaine said, smiling.
"Hi, Blaine." He said, looking the boys over.
"Hi, dad. How was work?" Kurt asked, turning his head towards his father.
"It was good. How was shopping with your friends?"
"SO MUCH FUN!" Kurt said, giddily.
"Well, I'm glad." Burt said, turning to the TV.
They sat for another five minutes until Carole called for dinner.