Last time on Unlock My Heart:
"Listen to me, okay?" Elliot insisted. Kurt nodded, his blue eyes dimmed. "I'm calling it a trial because you aren't the only one damaged. We both have a train car full of baggage to work through. You have your abusive soul mate and his effect on you. I have the fears that come from Declan dying. That fear comes with extreme worry about losing you, in life and in a relationship. When I left your place, I'll admit I spent the subway ride home crying. I didn't want to lose you, whether in a relationship or our friendship. I think it will take both of us time to truly become comfortable together. You need to realize I'm not Blaine and I need to deal with my fear and not become paranoid. I call us trial boyfriends because I want the option of returning to being best friends. I refuse to lose that side of us. It is too precious to me. You are too precious to me. So, what do you say?" Elliot's eyes were filled with hope, his hands trembling on Kurt's face.
Kurt covered Elliot's hands with his own. "I say, you're precious to me as well, my sweet trial boyfriend," he said with a wide smile.
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A very satisfied Kurt poured himself and Elliot a cup of coffee. "I think that encounter deserved a nice hot cup of coffee," he said, handing Elliot a mug prepared just how he liked it. They had gone back to Kurt's loft so he could ice his wrist and feed Cosette.
"Indeed," Elliot said, taking a sip and humming in pleasure. "This is perfect, mon doux, thank you. So, what would you say if I asked you out on a date? Like an actual 'going out' type of date?"
Kurt could barely contain his excitement. "I would say I would like that very much."
"Good to know," Elliot said casually, walking to the living room.
"What?" Kurt was appalled. He stomped after Elliot. "What was that?"
"What do you mean?" Elliot asked innocently. "I just asked what you would say. Purely hypothetical." He grinned at the outrage on Kurt's beautiful features.
"Asshole," Kurt mumbled. Then an evil expression stole across his face. "So what would you say if I withheld visitation rights to Cosette?"
Elliot's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."
"Oh wouldn't I?" Kurt smirked and left the room, heading to the bedroom to clean it. Earlier they had thrown the pillows and blankets all over the place as they'd sought mutual pleasure. It had rocked Kurt's world before he'd freaked out. Adding the sensual experience with the sixty-nine position at Elliot's apartment, it was turning out to be a damn good day. Now the teasing was just adding to his bursting happiness.
As he knew he would, Elliot followed after him. He stood in the doorway, trying to determine how serious he was. His love for the sweet fluff ball, Cosette, won out. "Kurt Hummel, would you do me the honor of accompanying me on a date tomorrow night?"
Kurt picked up little Cosette who had followed them into the bedroom, her tiny claws pulling her up onto the bed. "What do you think, Cozy Kitty?" The kitten nuzzled Kurt's nose, purring loudly. "Alright, we've decided you can take me out." He smiled widely at Elliot who returned it with a wink.
"Good! Now gimme!" he made grabby hands at Kurt until he handed him the little gray kitten. Kurt giggled, watching the two nuzzle and snuggle each other.
The evening was perfect. They watched scary movies while eating their homemade chicken Caesar salads. Kurt constantly hid his face in Elliot's neck, half scared of the movies and half enjoying the opportunity to cuddle with Elliot. Finally, Elliot pulled Kurt to sit on his lap sideways. They spent equal time watching the movie and sharing kisses. They didn't go any further, both just happy to explore the new feelings between them.
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The next morning, Monday, they went to the nurse's station at Parsons to have Kurt's wrist checked out. It was still a bit swollen and he couldn't bend it without pain. Kurt was determined to have it fixed so he could sew and so it wouldn't hinder his ability to give and receive pleasure with Elliot.
They were expecting Nurse Rogers, but the friendly nurse wasn't in. Instead, a good looking man came up to them, greeting them with a handshake and a smile.
"I'm Tim Mindwin, I'm taking over for Penny, er, Nurse Rogers. You can call me Tim, though. I figure the scrubs give away the nurse position, so I don't need a title," he said with a wink. "How can I help you gentlemen?" The man had a warm, unassuming smile and Kurt was put at ease.
"I'm Kurt Hummel. I, uh, got interrupted during a strenuous yoga pose and collapsed on my wrist. It's not broken, but still swollen and tender. I have my sewing classes to attend and I need to find out what's wrong, first, then see if I can get some sort of documentation to show my teachers so they know I'm not just slacking," Kurt explained.
"Alright, come on back," Tim said and led them to the back. Kurt couldn't help but admire his milk chocolate skin and the view from behind.
"Stop that," Elliot said with a mock glare.
"What?" Kurt said innocently.
"You can only make those eyes to me, not the hot nurse," he said, shaking his finger with a grin.
"Oh, so you admit he's hot. Now you can take your little lecture and shove it up your delicious hiney," Kurt whispered in his ear before hopping up on the table.
Tim checked out his wrist and declared it sprained. He would need to keep it wrapped and iced a few times per day. He said it should be fine by the end of the week. Tim had no problem filling out a form for Kurt to show to his teachers. It gave them the choice of extending Kurt's due dates by a week or allowing him to have an assistant.
As he waited in the office for the form, Kurt looked around Tim's desk. He saw a picture of a cute guy in a Curious George t-shirt clutching onto Tim's back with a happy grin. "Who is that?" Kurt asked, chuckling at the silly picture.
"That is my spider monkey, Alex," Tim said with a grin, looking at the picture fondly.
"You guys make a cute couple," Elliot commented.
"I think so," Tim said, grinning. "Here you go, gentlemen, all done. Kurt, take care of that wrist. If it starts hurting more than it does now or if the swelling gets out of control, either come see me or your doctor. And leave that wrap on, got it?"
Kurt saluted him with his bandaged wrist. "Yes, sir!"
"Smart ass," Tim muttered. "And no crazy yoga for a couple weeks, okay? If that's even how it happened," he said winking and looking suspicious. He grinned as Kurt blushed bright red.
Kurt nodded and he and Elliot waved as they made their way to Kurt's class.
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Kurt was able to get an extension on his assignments, though he was expected to do all of his written work. He was able to type, albeit very slowly, but he agreed because his teachers were being gracious.
That evening, Kurt dressed with care for his date with Elliot. Slacks, his favorite suspenders hanging down, and his black vest over a white Henley. He finished his look with a firefly brooch. He mussed his hair and sprayed it into place. Kurt enjoyed his more relaxed style. He had been so uptight in high school that he spent most of his free time on his appearance. Now he could be ready to go in fifteen minutes. Kurt snuggled with Cosette for a few minutes before feeding her and making sure her favorite mouse was available. She had a tendency to bat it under the fridge or couch which caused the saddest little meows. Those always broke his heart, so he had bought more toys so he would always have spares.
Right on time, Elliot knocked on the door. He held out a bouquet of lilies, Kurt's favorite flower.
"You look wonderful, mon doux," Elliot whispered, leaning in and kissing Kurt's neck and breathing deep. "You smell delicious. Can I have Kurt for dinner?"
Kurt's hands trembled around the bouquet. "Um, I need to put these in water," he said. Otherwise, he was likely to strip right there in the doorway. "You look pretty good yourself." Elliot was in a pair of dark washed jeans with a black button down and a gray blazer over it. A simple, thin, silver chain was around his neck and Kurt fought the desire to nuzzle the spot where the necklace was settled.
"So, what are our plans?" Kurt asked, grateful for the distance that allowed him to breathe.
"We have reservations at Three Sixty in forty five minutes which means we need to get to the subway pretty soon," Elliot said. "Do you have a jacket?"
"Yeah, hanging by the door," Kurt said. He left the lovely flowers on the kitchen table and after making sure he had his keys, phone, and wallet, he walked to the door.
Elliot held his coat out for him. Kurt smiled at him gratefully as he turned and slid his arms into the pea coat. "Thank you, kind sir."
"You are most welcome, mon doux. Shall we?" Elliot said, holding his arm out.
Kurt grinned and slid his arm into Elliot's happily. "We shall."
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The date could not have gone better. Dinner was wonderful. Three Sixty looked fancy and expensive on the outside, but was relaxed and welcoming inside. The food was delicious and Kurt couldn't contain his moans as he split a piece of cheesecake with Elliot. His trial boyfriend had stared at him, licking his lips. He had asked Kurt to keep the moans to a minimum unless he was willing to crawl under the table and take care of the problem he was causing with his sexy sounds. Kurt winked and let out a long, sensual moan, taking his time licking his fork.
"You are such a tease," Elliot said, laughing. It was either laugh or come in his pants. He decided he'd rather not spend the rest of the evening with a sticky spot in his jeans.
After dinner they had taken a long walk, buying hot chocolate and telling stories about their childhood. Kurt talked about losing his mom and Elliot comforted him, kissing him sweetly to show him he wasn't alone. Elliot shared the story behind the name Starchild. His grandma had told him many times, 'You are going to be a star, child'. She told him that so many times, she began calling him Starchild and it stuck. Declan had loved calling him that and he knew he would always keep the nickname close to his heart.
When they got back to Kurt's loft, they snuggled on the couch and talked some more. When Elliot realized it was midnight, he quickly decided it was time to go. They both had classes the next morning and he needed to get some sleep.
"Good night, mon doux. Sleep well and dream of sweet things," Elliot said at the door. He traced his fingers down Kurt's face.
"Then I will be dreaming of you," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his hand.
"Wait a second. I need to do something," Elliot said and stepped closer to Kurt.
"What?" Kurt asked as Elliot tipped Kurt's head to the side and slid his lips low on Kurt's throat, near his collar bone. He teased the smooth skin with his tongue before latching his lips on and sucking deeply. Kurt moaned and held Elliot's head to him, feeling the pull and scratch of his teeth all the way to his cock. After a minute of licking and sucking, Elliot gave one last swipe of his tongue and stood back. He leaned his head to the side and nodded.
"Perfect," he said gruffly.
"What was that for?" Kurt asked, panting, not that he really cared.
"I had to mark you. Trial boyfriend or not, you are mine," Elliot said seriously, looking Kurt square in the eyes.
"Yes," Kurt whispered, caught in his gaze. He felt owned in that moment and he loved it.
"I'll see you tomorrow, mon doux," he said and walked out the door. "Lock the door behind me."
Kurt did as he said and then leaned against said door, dizzy and horny as hell. He slid his fingers across the mark on his neck. Pressing in, he moaned at the slight pain mixed with intense pleasure. Unable to resist, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his leaking cock. Using the pre-come, he slicked his hardness and began stroking himself. He pushed and pressed on the hickey with his nails, each sensation sending sparks of desire through him. Faster, he pulled up and down, twisting a bit at the head of his cock, crying out his need. It only took a few more strokes and a hard push into the hickey to make him come hard into his hand. He moaned loudly as his cock throbbed in his grip. Wrung out, he walked to the bathroom and washed up. Still in a daze, he walked to his bedroom, stripped naked and crawled between his sheets. With visions of his sexily possessive, gray eyed boyfriend, he slipped into a deep sleep.
His dream consisted of colors, confusing him. Gray mist seemed to surround him, warm and comforting, holding him softly like a favorite coat. From the distance, a fog made of gold approached him and he reached out to the beautiful color, wondering what it felt like. Would it feel like home, like the gray? As soon as his finger touched it, the gold cloud burned him, sending intense pain shooting through him. He backed up, surrounding himself in the silvery gray that instantly eased his pain. The gold pursued him, trying to push into the security Kurt felt, it continued to burn wherever it touched. Kurt was confused and afraid, worrying that the gray cloud would disappear because of the pain that the gold caused. He needed the security the gray provided, the safety, the comfort of knowing he wasn't alone. The gold seemed to want to punish him, hurt him, and steal him from what made him happy. Suddenly the gray dissipated from around him and he was drowning in the fire and electric pain of the gold cloud. It felt like his body was being consumed with pain as the cloud tried to pull him apart.
Kurt woke screaming, ripping his blankets off him, feeling like his skin was on fire. After a moment of clawing at himself and thrashing, he realized he was awake and it was only a nightmare. In fear and relief, he began sobbing. He knew what the dream meant. If he ever ended up back with Blaine it would be nothing but punishment and pain. Fear built up in him. He had to stay away from him. He had to know where Blaine was and make sure he was far away at all times. He obviously knew Kurt was in New York, what if he tried to come after him?
Kurt wanted to call Elliot and have him come over. He wanted to be held and comforted by his gray eyed boyfriend. Ask him to sing him to sleep and know that he would be there keeping him safe from any bad dreams. Was he depending on Elliot too much too fast? Looking at his clock, he saw it was two in the morning. There was no way he was going to ask his new lover to come over.
Instead, Kurt got up and turned on every light in the loft. He picked up a sleepy Cosette and carried her with him while he prepared coffee. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. With a mug of hot coffee in his hand, he went and turned on the TV. He put it on a comedy movie, something without love or soul mates. Movie after movie played as he worked on his homework assignments and made his way through the entire pot of coffee and quickly preparing another one. Cosette didn't seem to mind Kurt's company and spent most of the time asleep in his lap or in her new favorite position on his shoulder, nestled against his neck. She fit so sweetly, he didn't have the heart to move her even when his neck got stiff. Kurt was so grateful for his furry little friend. It didn't seem so scary to be here alone with her in his arms.
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The rest of the week passed quickly in some ways. In other ways, the minutes would drag on forever. Kurt now spent his nights as he had the night of the first nightmare. He had the same dream now, every night. Each night he would cling to his warm, safe, gray cloud, his Elliot. But inevitably, the threatening, painful gold mist, Blaine, would fight off the gray and take Kurt away to cause him pain and make him lonely and lost. He would wake feeling the phantom pain, covered in sweat. Each time he would shower in ice cold water, trying to erase the burning pain he swore he could feel under his skin.
Kurt only got a few hours of sleep per night, whether he fought to stay awake or not. One night he took a sleep aid to see if he could sleep deeply enough to escape dreaming, but all that did was make it harder to wake up and break free when the gold cloud had him surrounded and screaming in agony.
With as tired as he was, each day became a struggle. He ate less and less as he depended more on coffee to keep him going. As he had done in high school, he began wearing make up to cover up the shadows under his eyes. As pale as he was, a lack of sleep was always immediately visible. The concealer he used couldn't even cover up everything. The one thing he didn't cover up was the large hickey Elliot had left on him. He would press on it and rub it to make him feel like Elliot was with him. At one point, when he was caught up in tears and exhaustion, he pressed on the bruise as hard as he could to try and make it stay longer, to keep the comfort.
He knew he should talk to Elliot, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He knew they were in a trial relationship and the last thing he wanted was for Elliot to decide he was just too much trouble. Deep down, he knew that they had agreed that honesty was a necessity, but his fear of being left alone now was too strong. Instead, he managed to avoid Elliot in person, instead keeping in touch through texts and short phone conversations. It helped that both of them were busy with homework and various projects.
Jeff sent a text Saturday night telling he might want to check out the latest video on Facebook. Kurt shivered, though he was in sweats and under a blanket in front of the television. He couldn't even stand being in his bed anymore. He preferred to fall asleep sitting up, Cosette on his shoulder, while a happy movie played with all the lights on. He didn't care about his electric bill. He needed to feel secure.
Elliot had wanted to come over but Kurt claimed that he had too much homework. He did, but he could have done it with Elliot there, he could even have used his help as his mentor. He had gone to see the nurse, Tim, on Thursday, and he'd agreed that Kurt's wrist was fine and he could return to his normal activities. He had looked at Kurt in concern, seeing the dark circles under his eyes. Asking if everything was alright, Kurt assured him he had just spent most of the night studying for a test. Tim didn't look like he believed him, but let it go. He even offered an ear if Kurt ever needed to talk about anything. Kurt appreciated it and exchanged phone numbers with the nurse. It was always nice to have a new friend, though he knew he probably wouldn't call him, at least not now.
Debating whether or not to check out Blaine's video, he figured he should. He was determined to know where Blaine was at all times, so Kurt could make sure he was far away. Signing into Jeff's account, he went through the many updates and comments until he found Blaine's video.
"For Kurt #16" Kurt shook his head. Blaine needed a new hobby. Didn't he realize how pathetic all of this was? He tightened his blanket around him and hit play. As he listened, he froze, his heart unable to decide if it was going to stop beating or beat out of his chest.
How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound but,
In a language that you can't read.
Just yet.
You gotta spend some time, Love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart
There are days when outside your window
I see my reflection as I slowly pass,
And I long for this mirrored perspective
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart
I will possess your heart
You reject… my advances… and desperate pleas…
I won't let you… let me down… so easily
So easily
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart
I will possess your heart
Kurt was shaking and tears were streaming down his face. What the hell was Blaine's problem? Why the hell was he doing this? He went on to read the message, terrified by what he was going to read.
Dearest Kurt, I know this song is intense. I had to find the lyrics to let you know how passionate I feel about you. I know if I were to ask to talk to you, you would refuse me. So I let the lyrics speak for me and hope they make their way into your heart. I just need some time with you. Can you please send me a private message? I know you have been on Facebook and I would love to hear from you. I need you, Kurt. Even if you want to rail at me and tell me to go to hell. I just need your words. And your time. Please, give me something, Kurt. I need you in my life in any way I can get you. I'm begging, Kurt. I swear I have changed. I am worthy of your love now. Please believe me. Give me a chance Kurt. We have a beautiful love between us that cannot die. I love you, baby.
Love Always, Blaine.
If that wasn't bad enough, people began commenting on the song and the message.
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Rachel Barbra Berry says: Aw, Blaine, this was a beautiful performance. I would recommend you go for more Broadway themed songs, however, in order to recapture Kurt's heart. He is easily swayed by a beautifully dramatic song. I am Team Blaine all the way! If there is anything I can do to help, let me know! I have a fantastic recipe for vegan 'I'm Sorry' cookies.
Brittany S Pierce says: Blaine Warbler, Lord Tubbington says you need to find a leprechaun to make your wishes come true. Kurtie is the most unicorn of all the dolphins. You need a horn and swim lessons. Then you will win Kurtie.
Santana Lopez says: Holy hell, troll, are you some sort of stalker freak now? What kind of shit is this? If I hear you hurt Princess Porcelain, I will drag your gelmet ass off to Lima Heights Adjacent. Then I will show you my razor collection. [Picture Attached] See, I'm not lying! Hi Brit Brit!
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Sam Evans says: Team Klaine for the win! If there is anything I can do, just let me know. Just keep telling the truth. Maybe Kurt can't handle the truth! (That was Jack Nicholson, get it?) Just tell Kurt 'nga yawne lu oer'. ('I love you / You are beloved to me' in Na'vi, at least that's what the internet says.) You're welcome, dude!
Trent Barnes says: Blaine, you know you have the full support of your Warbler brothers! Maybe we can re-enact the Gap Attack!
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman says: Dude, know anyone who needs their pool cleaned out there in Cali? Nice guitar by the way. Maybe you should try some songs by Jewish artists. They've never steered me wrong!
Wes Montgomery says: Blaine, I know we haven't kept in touch as much as we'd like. Please know I am supportive of your attempts to make things right with Kurt. Please don't take this the wrong way, but, why don't you give him time? I know you want him to talk to you, but why don't you let him breathe. Take a break from videos. It's putting pressure on him, you know that right? That's not really fair. Call me, okay?
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Rachel Barbra Berry says: Kurt, if you are reading this, I hope you are doing well. I don't know why you haven't kept in touch with me. You are really being rude and petty toward Blaine. He is trying so hard to be who you need him to be. Don't be a selfish diva. You are better than that. Give him a chance, he is your Dominant, it is the right thing to do. I think you will be happier once you are with your soul mate. It is where you belong.
Mercedes Jones: Aw HELL NO! I know things about you, Blaine Anderson. Do not test me, boy. I will not hesitate to make my own video. And you know I will have things to say.
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Nick Duval says: Nick Duval does NOT like this video message.
Trent Barnes says: Nick, that is not the Warbler way! We should be supportive of our Warbler brother.
Nick Duval says: Trent, do not speak of things you do not fully understand. You have no business putting in your two cents. Stay the hell out of this.
Santana Lopez says: Nick, I don't know who the hell you are, but you go with your badass self! Call me if you need to kick some gelmet Warbler ass.
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Rachel Barbra Berry: Santana, you should stay out of this. You should know how important it is for soulmates to be together.
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Santana Lopez: Berry, I know where you live. Back the fuck off of me and Porcelain. I will not hesitate to put your mousy ass brown hair in a blender and turn it on while I kick your ass all the way back to Lima. Got it?
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Rachel Barbra Berry: Yes.
Kurt had to wonder what the hell Rachel meant about Santana. That thought was gone as quick as it came. Part of Kurt wanted to laugh and the rest of him wrestled between crying and throwing things in a rage. Why was Blaine doing this? Why do all of these people think they have the right to interfere in his life?
As helpless tears streamed down his face, Kurt yawned and tried to drink his coffee. He couldn't fall asleep after this. He couldn't handle another night of terror.
A loud knock sounded at his door and he shrieked in fear.
"Kurt, sweetheart, it's us. Dani, Sam, Max and me," Elliot called.
Kurt sobbed in relief and stumbled to the door. He unlocked and slid the door open and fell into Elliot's welcoming arms.
"Mon doux, what is it? What is wrong?" Elliot murmured, holding him tight and kissing him all over his face.
"Everything," Kurt whimpered and looked up at him. He couldn't be more thankful that Elliot was here. That all of them were here. His friends. His family. They would help him stay awake. Maybe they could make the darkness go away. "Why are you guys here?"
"I'm sorry to say that this might upset you further," Elliot said hesitantly as everyone came into the loft.
"Kurt, we're holding an intervention," Sami announced.
Kurt looked around, confused. "For who?"
"You," Dani, Max, and Sami said.
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I Will Possess Your Heart: Death Cab for Cutie (creepy song is super creepy)