Rise Above The Ashes
Chapter 4
"Bombs away!" Sam yelled jumping halfway across the room to land between Blaine and Kitty on Blaine's huge, extra comfortable king size bed.
"Sam!" Kitty shrieked, unable to grab the bowl of popcorn before it tipped sideways, spreading salted popcorn all over the floor. Shadow was quick to start clean up, approaching the area with a wagging tail, ignoring Blaine's half hearted calls to get him to stop.
"You're such an ass Evans," Blaine snorted, rolling over Sam to Kitty's side of the bed before shoving the blonde male onto the floor with his foot. "I wanna go play oooouuuuuut." He whined, sighing heavily into Kitty's shoulder.
"Scandals?" She asked with a grin, one hand playing with Blaine's curls and the other buried in Vesper's soft fur.
Blaine's head snapped up, "Not with you, you're not allowed there. Nope."
Kitty pouted, "Come on Cupcake, I'm a big girl."
"And they're scheming little man whores that are not a good idea to be around."
"But you're going."
"Exactly," Blaine said exasperated as he rolled back onto his back, watching Sam and Shadow work together to clear the popcorn from the floor with morbid fascination.
Sam's head popped up, his mouth rammed with the salty popcorn while Shadow grabbed the last few kernels. "I'm up for it," He mumbled around them, making both Blaine and Kitty pull disgusted faces. "Burt and Carole are out Thursday night, I'll round up the guys and we can go then."
Blaine grinned, crawling off of the bed and stripping off his t-shirt. "Sounds good to me. Kitty pout as much as you want, you're not going."
"Dude really?" Sam sighed, waving a hand in Blaine's direction as he stripped down to his boxers.
Kitty shoved him as he clambered back onto the bed. "Shut it. Some of us are enjoying the show." Grabbing the bowl of Milk Duds from the nightstand she let her eyes roam approvingly over Blaine's tiny, muscular figure.
Blaine chuckled dryly, "Sam my room, my rules. And look all you want Baby Girl I still don't play for your team."
"A girl can hope."
Sam tilted his head to the side and grabbed a handful of Kitty's Milk Duds, ignoring her protests, "Is that a new tattoo?" He nodded to the lyrics adorning Blaine's left shoulder.
Finding his shorts with a triumphant yelp, Blaine grabbed them from the floor next to his and Sam's joint bathroom and yanked them on, tripping on his skateboard in the middle of the room. Standing back up to his full height, he blew the loose curls from his eyes and twisted to look at the black script that flowed neatly across his shoulder. Gently humming 'Blackbird' under his breath, he reached up a hand to gently touch one of the two birds taking off from the lyrics, lost in his own world until Kitty coughed loudly.
His attention brought back to his friends he shook his head. "Nah I got Abe to do it at the same time he coloured the roses." Flexing the collage tattoo on his arm he leapt back onto the bed, tugging the multiple bracelets on his left wrist down to cover the small puzzle piece tattoo he had hidden there. Kitty groaned when the Milk Duds bowl tipped over, the chocolates tipping over Blaine's bedspread.
"I'm on it!" Sam yelled, instantly picking up handfuls of the treat and stuffing them into his mouth while Kitty yelled at him. Blaine shook his head at the two, chuckling and crawling down to the end of the bed to entertain Shadow before he noticed the food now available on the bed, the last thing he wanted was a trip to the vets.
Sam burped loudly, throwing himself backwards onto the cushions beside Kitty. "All clear," He beamed. "Movie night?"
"Hell yes!" Blaine grinned crawling up the other side of Kitty and throwing an arm over her middle with his head on her shoulder. "How about 'The Exorcist'?"
"No, no way. Dude I'll have nightmares for weeks." Sam whimpered shooting Blaine the large, puppy dog eyes that the dog now sprawled across the bottom of the bed usually did.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Fine, what do you suggest?"
"Glad you asked Cupcake," Kitty grinned, "Go down and get my bag from the living room and I have a copy of 'A Cinderella Story' in there we can watch for the millionth time."
"If that ever gets out," Blaine groaned running a hand over his face.
Kitty rolled her eyes, "Then you'll beat anyone up that ever dared to say anything to any of us."
"Fair point."
"I'm staying here tonight," Sam grinned, peeling off his t-shirt, "We can marathon so many movies."
"Or you know actually sleep after one because school and Glee," Kitty mumbled dryly, Blaine's chest rumbling with a low chuckle. Her eyes flickered between the shirtless Blaine on one side and the shirtless Sam on the other side one eyebrow rising as her eyes began to sparkle impishly. "I can name at least fifty people who would pay to be me right now," She muttered shaking her head and pushing the boys into standing positions. "Blaine, DVD we need to start it soon. Sam shorts, I can't sleep next to you in jeans they're too scratchy.
The two teenagers looked at each other with raised eyebrows before turning back to Kitty. "Yes Ma'am," They saluted simultaneously, Blaine heading downstairs and Sam through the shared bathroom to his own room in order to hunt down a pair of shorts.
"Dorks," Kitty snorted affectionately, throwing a Milk Dud in the air and catching it in her mouth before returning her attention back to the purring ginger cat in her lap. She laughed softly when Shadow wriggled up the bed, shoving his face in the way of her hand. "Hi Buddy, you're a jealous mutt you are." Scratching his belly when he rolled over she smiled softly, wondering if Kurt would be able to bring the real Blaine back. Moreover she wondered if he'd still want to be her best friend if he returned to his old, preppy self.
"Blaine," Blaine's head popped up to look at Burt from where it was rifling through Kitty's bag, a chocolate brownie sticking out of his mouth. "Carole and I are running out to get things for lunch tomorrow, you boys have eaten just about everything in the house."
Swallowing the brownie Blaine sniggered quietly, "Is that anything new?"
Carole laughed, swooping to press a kiss to his forehead as she passed by, "Unfortunately no."
Burt rolled his eyes, turning to follow his wife out of the door before stopping and fixing Blaine with a stern gaze. "Behave while we're gone."
Blaine's face was the picture of innocence as he held up his hands and looked to Burt. "Dad as if I'm ever anything other than an angel."
Guffawing, Burt rubbed a hand against his stomach shaking his head. "That's a good one kid," He chuckled while Blaine grinned, a roguish look flooding his eyes once more. "But seriously Blaine behave. Finn's gone to Kara's so just leave Kurt alone and you'll be fine." Throwing Blaine one last glance he followed into the night after Carole.
Finding the DVD Blaine grinned triumphantly before glancing to the footsteps on the stairs with an interested look. Spying Kurt studying him from the top step, Blaine let his own eyes wander appreciatively over Kurt's now more muscular form. As much as he'd never admit it out loud to Kurt, NYADA and New York had definitely improved the teenager physique. And if what he had already seen of his ex-boyfriend was true then Kurt was also more comfortable in his own skin than ever before.
Grinning impishly, Blaine darted up the stairs throwing the DVD down and trapping Kurt against the wall at the top of the stairs, pressing his body against Kurt's and letting his arms frame Kurt's head. Kurt's arms automatically encircled Blaine's waist making the boy's grin grow.
"Hi Kurt," He murmured into Kurt's ear, delighting at Kurt's sharp intake of breath, "Miss me?"
Kurt laughed darkly, "Miss you? Actually yes, but by you, I don't mean whoever the hell you've decided to become."
Blaine leaned back and shrugged slightly, his hands still on the wall. "The prep school boy's gone and he's never coming back Kurt, ever."
Kurt placed one hand under Blaine's chin and forced the boy to look at him. "I'm sorry about your family B, I really am."
"Don't call me that!" Blaine growled pulling back further, "You have no right to call me anything quite frankly."
"I'm sorry, who was the one that fucked up our relationship? You could've talked to me, you didn't have to fuck another guy!"
Blaine startled, momentarily shocked by Kurt swearing before a lazy smirk settled over his features and he pressed his body back to Kurt's once more. "Tends to help that talking thing if you actually answer the phone Sweetheart," He smirked, angling his face to Kurt's. "You want to know exactly what we did? How he fucked me into the mattress pretty damn hard but I still ended up calling out your name?"
"Blaine stop," Kurt murmured, the whine of need in his voice stating the opposite of what had come out of his mouth as the boy pressed him more firmly into the wall, never letting his hands drop from Blaine's waist.
Blaine leaned closer, his smirk growing when he felt the shudder ripple through Kurt's body. Leaning heavily on one hand on the wall, his breath blew gently against Kurt's cheek, "G'night Sweetheart." His other hand traced gently down Kurt's side, the smell of Blaine mixed with cigarettes surrounding Kurt's every fibre.
Kurt let loose a whimper, his mouth opening and closing in shock when Blaine drew abruptly away. His wide eyes watched Blaine sashay down the corridor, slamming the door to his own room when he reached it.
Breathing out the breath he didn't know he had been holding, Kurt quickly straightened his wrinkled shirt and ambled down the stairs to find something to drink. Whining at the friction in his jeans he quickly grabbed a soda can and retreated to his room glancing to Blaine's momentarily and shaking his head.