Music Inspiration: Linkin Park, Leave out All The Rest.
Rating and Warning: M
Ownership: I don't own Glee, but this story I do.
Dedication: For those who can't decide who they're attracted to, those who lie to themselves. And those not brave enough to act on their impulses.
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~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 20 A Goodnight and a Good morning ~
Having moved in together, Kurt and Sugar start playing house...
Kurt's on the phone, sitting beside Sugar on the sofa, so she can't hide from hearing his conversation.
"I, I don't know the first thing about sex." He says to someone, she coughs her drink up. She grabs his knee, he looks at her and she mouths to him "Who are you talking with?"
He shakes his head, he doesn't want to tell her just yet. Putting her drink down, she crosses her legs up and cuddles in to his side.
"You have the wrong person, sorry but this conversation has to end. Goodbye." He pulls the phone from his ear and presses the end button.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing much, just a random caller wanting instructions about something." They cuddle and smooch, he taps her nose, she nuzzles in to his neck.
"Sugar, I have some great news, and I'm a little hesitant to tell you, but at the same time I know you're going to love it."
"Okay, …" No indication from her for him to hurry, she just cuddles all relaxed and happy. "When you're ready."
This is their first night together, in their own apartment. It's simple and totally ideal, just a small two bedroom affair, simple furniture, the bathroom door won't close, but the carpet is new, the stove works, table cloths cover a rough dining table, two simple chairs, the fridge gurgles, the shiny kitchen sink illuminates so brightly when the above light is on.
Their bedroom is freshly painted off lemon, although the swatch says 'jasper yellow'. The mattress is new with matching comforter, contrasting valance, pillow cases and sheet sets. The towels are soft to touch, two dark red and two new white, face washers and hand towels hanging nicely in the simple bathroom. A simple bathroom that Kurt has painstakingly washed from floor to ceiling, walls and every nook and cranny.
The front door has a peep hole, with a sash over it, two locks and a door sock. Alongside is a hall stand with a key tray. Under the hall stand is a baseball bat.
Front door, hallway, immediate left after the stand is their bedroom, then the bathroom, down the corridor on the left again another bedroom, down some more opens to the lounge room, on the right is the kitchen, turning in to the kitchen, the first right door is the pantry and the next one is the laundry. This allows the main wall, when you come in the front door, on the right, to be a continuous flow, of perfect emptiness.
Kurt felt safe and secure the first moment he entered it. He allowed the real estate agent to spiel to him and Sugar, he let Sugar take the lead with the conversation and he held back. When the question came about would they take it, he nodded frantically to Sugar that he wanted this. He pulled out his cheque book and wrote the deposit plus another two months of rent.
The spare room is full of their extra possessions, their bedroom is clear of clutter. There is their double size bed, two night stands, built in robe and in the far corner, Kurt has his easel and paints set up. It's a temporary location, but when he wakes up during the night and first thing in the morning, this is where his heart gravitates, immediately after kisses and a cuddle when Sugar's home, this is what he wants.
The apartment is further from her work, than where she was living before, but for peace of mind it was a compromise she's more than happy to make. The decision to move in together was Kurt's, determined that he needed to move forward and she needed to be with him more.
They'd not talked much about engagement or marriage, although it truly is something she wants, she also knows, through deep conversations with Blaine, that it's a delicate subject for Kurt. Conversations with Sebastian had her believing Blaine, and she's more than happy to let natural progression of their relationship take place than to push the issue.
Dinner over, relaxing couple time before bed and the hectic week she's expecting. She yawns, he pulls the sofa blanket around her shoulders.
"You know how much I wanted to go to Nyada?"
"Yes."
"Well, I applied and was accepted, but then I declined and then an offer came that I couldn't refuse."
"Oh, so when did this happen?"
"I got the offer a few weeks ago, and the reply came in this morning."
"Did you show Burt?"
"Yes, and he thinks we should take it up." He moves on the sofa, facing her, their legs up and entwined. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in for a hug, their forehead's bump.
"Well when is this to happen, we just bought the lease on this place?" Money not normally being an issue for her, it's more to do with the settling down and uprooting again.
"I'm yet to confirm, it's still some time to be organized."
"Where is it, and what is it?"
"It's the New York Academy of Art, in New York." She smiles wide, he can see her mind working and he hopes she has the news he wants. "It's on Manhattan Island."
She pushes back and claps her hands, "Oh Kurt, this is wonderful news. I have an apartment there that overlooks Central Park."
"Why did I know you were going to say that?" His forehead and brows worry, he chews his bottom lip and looks uncomfortably at their hands, that are now resting in a tug of war between their laps. He looks up, "I really want to do this on my own, but I really want you coming with me. So, … I," Deep breath in, biting his bottom lip on an angle, time to get even more serious. "I wondered what you might think of Bushwick?"
"Oh, ummm Bushwick!" The immediate idea doesn't appeal to her, she can't hide such an emotion. "Why Bushwick?"
"Rachel has an apartment there, so we'd be close to her and know someone there. There's an apartment on the same floor as hers, that's available. It's a little bigger than this one, smaller than hers though. I've already seen it, but I haven't confirmed with the school as yet." Confidence builds in him, her body language is positive, she's relaxed and playing with the rings on her fingers.
He grabs her hands, to stop her thoughts and concentrate on what he wants.
"I saw Miss P yesterday, knowing that this might come up, and she suggested that I still do what comes from my heart." He lifts her chin, and delicately kisses her lips, she blinks a few times, whilst wondering where this is going.
"Kurt, this is such a lot to discuss and think about. Can we continue this in the morning?"
"No, I need you to know this now." She settles to rest along the side of the sofa, listening intently, thinking how she's going to change all her life plans if they take this new avenue and direction. "I need to talk about this now and then we can retire."
"Okay, well what more did you want to say."
He gets up, walks to his coat sitting on the back of his dining chair. Rummages in the inside pocket and comes back to her.
She blinks, and swallows and holds her breath a few times. "Kurt what do you have there?" She watches him fumble with a dark red velour box, he kneels down in front of her.
"I know this isn't the most romantic setting, but I want to do this now and not wait another moment." He opens the box and turns it toward her.
"Sugar Motta, my dearest sweet, will you …" the four point silver Tiffany Princess engagement ring sparkles in the box, "Will you please be my bride?"
Her hand over her mouth and then over her heart, "Oh God yes, Yes Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I will be your bride." Throwing her arms around his neck, she nearly knocks the ring in the box out of his hands, she kisses him fervently and he stumbles back.
He snaps the box and waits for her to settle. They fall on the floor, thankful for the carpet to soften them.
On getting up he opens the box again, her hand extended waiting with a brighter smile on her face, teeth glistening from their earlier dental work this week. He takes the ring out and holds her hand delicately.
Her hand trembles while waiting and she soaks up the feeling of him putting her first engagement ring on her wedding finger, hoping earnestly that it will be the only engagement ring to adorn it.
The next morning they wake refreshed and ready for their new life together.
"Good morning sweetie."
"Good morning my love."