A/N: Quick side note- I'm sorry there isn't much speech in this, I hope I don't bore you too much, I hope you appreciate the reason why there isn't much talking though ;-)
'Til now, I always got by on my own,
I never really cared until I met you,
And now, it chills me to the bone,
how do I get you alone? How do I get you alone?
Ultraviolet
I felt my heart plummet to my feet when I laid my eyes upon the beauty and flawlessness that was 'the den'. I stopped dead in my tracks and just stared. I was faced with a sort of gazebo, although it was made entirely from glass panels that glinted in the spots of sunlight that shone and broke through the canopy of trees above. There was small lilac flowers dotted around mixed in with daisies that snuggled into the tumbleweed, winding around the bottom half of the tree trunks that stood nearby. It looked exactly like a huge greenhouse apart from the glass panels swirled together and met at the top in a hypnotising pattern, a flash of gold was shining at the top of the tent-like-building, but the sun reflected on it so brightly it was difficult to identify what exactly the glimmering shape was.
I felt Blaine's intense gaze on me, but for once it didn't make me uncomfortable, everything felt so surreal yet so right out here that I just let him guide me forward with a hand on the small of my back without questioning anything. It was hypnotising. There was no doubt about it, there was something strange about Blaine Anderson, how could one person be the image of perfection and beauty, he was like a broken miracle, living in this implausible dreamlike world that looked like it was grabbed straight from a fairytale.
We were closer now, and I managed to make out figures inside of the den, familiar faces of Blaine's band members who were lounging on huge bean bags and sofas, laughing and talking with each other. I felt oddly shy, even though I'd met them before, I felt so out of place here now, like they all belonged in this dream world, and I was nothing but ordinary. I blushed slightly yet still gazed up in amazement, not wanting to take my eyes away from the extraordinary sight.
Eventually, Blaine guided me inside the glass doors, clicking it softly behind us and looking around for spare seats before pulling me towards a vacant love seat. I noticed they were all sat in them, each couple had a love seat to themselves; Ricky and Melissa, Miko and Louise and Sean and his girlfriend (whom I hadn't properly met yet). All the couples were facing in on each other on the four hanging chairs from the ceiling, two red, two blue. Blaine stalked over to his chair, stretching and laying his arms atop the back of it, until I sank down nervously next to him.
The angle of the love seat was a little strange, in fact, I found myself awkwardly slanting sideways and sliding into Blaine, and everyone was chatting animatedly apart from me and Blaine, who just shared shy sideways glances at each other every so often, blushing when we caught each other looking. The talking eventually died down and the others turned to me, almost too enthusiastic smiles on their faces.
"Oh, Kurt! Didn't see you there, how you doin' man?" Sean grinned toothily and then winked at Blaine who only shifted uncomfortably and then blushed.
"Uh-I'm good, you? This place is so amazing guys" I said, looking around the room that was light and airy with nothing other than huge red and blue beanbags scattered around the floor amongst the four loveseats that were in four fixed points facing inwards. There wasn't much else in the den apart from a small stage to the right, various guitars, microphones, cables and leads resting there along with a cherry red drum kit that was glistening in the light pouring through from the glass ceiling.
"Yeah! It's cool right?"
"This is the den. We just chill here with band members and girlfriends and stuff, sometimes we play a little music, and just talk with each other, its somewhere where we can relax" Miko added, grinning respectfully until he gestured his free hand towards me, the one that wasn't tangled with Louise's. "You're an exception though, you aren't Blaine's boyfriend but-"
"He should be-"
"He talks about him enough already"
"Why aren't they married already?"
"Blaine, man! Why don't you just-"
The last comment that was surprisingly made by Sean was interrupted by Blaine lobbing a pillow at him to shut him up before he went any further like he had that night in the club and spilled some of Blaine's secrets, claiming how he always spoke about me. I blushed slightly at the memory and at the scenario that was unfolding before me right now.
"As I was saying," Miko huffed impatiently but bit his lip attempting to hide a smile. "You're welcome here just as the girls are, regardless of the fact you and Blaine aren't actually together." I could have sworn I'd heard a few muffled 'yet''s from a few of the boys, and even from a few of the girls who were beaming up at me while I sunk down into the chair, which also meant I was sinking into Blaine's side more.
"Well thanks guys, it means a lot to me that you'd let me into your little getaway, it really is beautiful" I smiled at the girls who gushed after I spoke, agreeing with me about the beauty of the forest and the nature.
Everyone quickly immersed back into conversation, this time they didn't just stick to their little couples in paired off conversations but some spoke across the circle, and I dove straight into another conversation with Melissa about the importance of fashion. I'd even found a few similarities with Miko from our conversation at the fact we were both grease monkeys and both worked with cars at garages. Blaine's eyes widened slightly at that but I found the confidence to wink at him before he giggled and slid to the left quite subtly to press our thighs together.
After half an hour had passed, I'd gotten to know pretty much everyone in the group, exchanging different conversations with everyone. Getting to know these people was surprisingly easy, they made it easy to fit in here, everyone was bubbly and chatty, even Sean's girlfriend Nicole whom I'd never even spoken to before, and came across as quite secretive and shy when I'd first met her at the club.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Blaine had been inching closer, occasionally turning his head to the left to inhale the scent of my shampoo or press his lips to the top of my head when I was engrossed in conversation with one of his friends, I'd barely feel it when he did, although it sub-consciously sent shivers down my spine and the butterflies in my stomach were racing around in tangled confused circles. Now, however, he was nuzzling his nose to the hollow underneath my ear, his lips brushing the top of my neck, before tracing around the outer shell of my ear with the tip of his nose again and then repeating his journey; his warm breath washing over my skin and bringing goosebumps to the surface and oh my god he smelt so so so good.
"S-sure?" I answered shakily, and he just smiled, linking our fingers together easily and widening his eyes at the few people who watched when we stood together, silently pleading for them to not say anything. There were a few smug grins that Blaine didn't notice as he pulled me hurriedly towards the glass doors again.
He led me, without a word, around the back of the glass hut, to a thicker part of the forest; we passed a few fallen logs and sifted through the low hanging branches of trees before we came to a small clearing, a circle of perfectly ordered trees around us and some strips of light breaking through the confines of their leaves. I looked to Blaine in disbelief, how the hell could all of this be in someone's back garden?
He simply smiled and pulled me down into the long springy grass that was dotted with the small lilac flowers that I had seen earlier out the front of the den. He lay down before me, stretching his arms and then resting his head back on them and nodding his head to the side in a gesture for me to lie down next to him. I shuffled on my feet nervously before tentatively resting down next to him. I marvelled at the beauty of his soft yet chiselled features on his flawless young face when his eyes had fell shut, breathing in slowly through his nose as a peaceful smile spread across his face.
I resisted the urge to trace my fingers along his defined jaw line, brush my thumb against his cheek or drag my fingers along the planes of his neck and down under the slightly unbuttoned shirt where the neck line plunged downwards, rips in the fabric flapping softly in the breeze and I watched as his chest rose and fell peacefully whilst he breathed.
"So god damn beautiful" I breathed without even realising, not taking my eyes off of him, even when he opened one of his to gaze sideways quizzically at me. My mind suddenly caught up with my actions but it was too late to pull away, because Blaine was leaning up slightly to where I was propped up on one elbow, one of his arms still behind his head as a rip in his shirt stretched and displayed his toned abs, his six pack bulging through the tight material as though it was wet and sticking to him. He paused, his face in front of mine, and let out a shaky breath before proceeding to nuzzle his nose underneath my ear again, only this time he followed the lines and traced the tip of his nose down along my jaw line, pausing half way down and inhaling through his nose before continuing down to my chin.
He pushed my chin up slightly with his nose to gain better access to my neck; I blushed slightly hoping he couldn't feel my pulse racing as he pressed his face to the side of my neck, before dragging his nose up again until it reached the other side of my jaw. I don't know how I wasn't running, kicking or screaming right now at the part of me that told me I should be absolutely terrified and should under no circumstances be letting this happen.
I should have been scared, but there was another soothing factor to the way that Blaine's gentle touches were reminding me that there was nothing to be afraid of. His scent was so strong here, and my eyes rolled back in my head slightly when Blaine pressed a kiss underneath my other ear, finally revelling in the feel of his lips pressed against my skin. He dragged his nose back slowly to the point of my chin and pressed another kiss there, his soft lips sticking slightly after they'd applied the pressure.
"Blaine" I whispered through my already parted lips, and he just hummed in response.
He was so, so, so close to my lips I thought I might just faint, especially the way his lips were inching upwards slowly, bit by bit, into the dent just below my lips where my chin started. His eyes met mine, and they weren't quite as dark as I'd expected them to be; the times we had almost kissed before, it was as if Blaine's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating to the point that they almost overtook his eyeballs; but now, it was just the same honey-like hazel colour, that stared back into mine.
His hair was slightly tousled, a few curls sticking loose from the small amount of gel he had used to create the bed-head look earlier on in the day; he was propped up on his elbow, his forearm pressed against mine which rested against the ground, holding us steady. I inhaled sharply as he finally moved his lips just that tiny bit higher...
Considering I'd never kissed anyone before, I sure as hell was good at it. Well, at least I thought I was. And Blaine was fucking excellent. I almost moaned at the slick slide of rough yet smooth tongues that slid against each other, battling for dominance and reaching into each other's mouths. It had started off slow, anxiously yet firmly, just soft lips pressed against each other, parting slightly yet not going further, both of us just focusing on the feeling of them finally pressed against each other's.
Ever since, we'd lost track of time and fingers were running through hair, tugging wildly, positions were changing as we rolled and hovered over each other in the grass, so much sexual tension had been building up between us that it was fucking amazing to just let it all out at last. Soon enough, though, I was whimpering at the loss of his magnificent tongue and his kiss-bruised delicious lips, as he pulled away, eyes widening and falling onto his back, blinking slowly at the cloudless sky above, which was slowly getting darker.
Our breathing slowed after a while, our chests not heaving quite as high as he turned on his side to look at me with a little smug smile. I took note on how his eyes seemed to change colour, size and dilation within a matter of minutes, especially when mine met his.
"So..." he finally said, "That was uh," he thought for a second, trying to find the right word. "well, fucking amazing really, excuse my language" he laughed heartily and shuffled closer to me when I laughed too.
"You can say that again" I sighed dreamily, my eyes flicking down to his lips again, he must have caught the hint and surged forward to capture his lips with mine once more.
"Hey guys we were gonna play a few songs for the girls and so do you wanna pl-Woah!" Ricky had sifted through the ferns to find us entwined in the centre of the clearing, lips locked and hands wandering into hair and onto faces.
We broke apart at the same time, staring wide eyed at Ricky with our mouths wide open, he must have laughed at our expressions when he shook his head, "God you guys, that was a little soon, I mean I expected it, obviously, but...give a guy some warning would ya?" he laughed again.
"Rik, don't e-"
"Don't worry B, I won't tell anyone, your secret's safe with me" he winked at us both and turned on his side, ready to retreat back through the branches again. "I was just gonna ask whether you wanted to sing Blaine? We're setting up now, if you wanted to kick us off?"
Blaine glanced between me and Ricky slowly for a minute, contemplating before a smile tugged at his lips and his eyes darkened slightly. "I've got the perfect song" he grinned and pulled me to my feet, not releasing my hand as we stumbled through the circle of trees underneath the glare of the rapidly appearing moon and the stars in the night sky.
There was a change of atmosphere when we returned to the den, I followed Blaine shyly, and blushing when our knuckles brushed against each other's when we walked. The rest of the band members had already set up and Miko was doing some pretty impressive guitar riff which Louise was gushing over. The girlfriends had moved to lounge on the enormous bean bags on the floor, laying back lazily and snugly, I watched Louise examine her nails closely whilst Melissa and Nicole chatted amicably.
Blaine turned to me when we reached the stage, kissing my cheek and lingering by my face for a little longer than I should have. "You can sit with the girls if you like, we'll just be playing a few songs as usual" he smiled a little lopsided grin and nodded his head over to the beanbags. I happily accepted another kiss on the cheek before he winked at me and joined the rest of his band, hips swaying tantalizingly as he walked towards the cherry red electric guitar.
I fell backwards onto a lonely beanbag and sank into it, surprisingly comfy. The girls were gushing and giggling, all looking between me and Blaine and crying 'aaaaww' when they saw the shy smiles we directed at each other.
We chatted for a while until we were interrupted by the sound of crackling over one of the speakers and an even more complicated amazing guitar riff, I looked up to see Blaine's talented fingers dancing quickly along the frets of a black electric guitar; it was highlighted with blood red colour around the edges that made it look like red piping on a blazer, and a complex design of a red 'D' was sprayed neatly behind the strings. I had to stop myself from swooning at the sheer concentration Blaine was putting into getting this riff right, he was just so flawless, my brain just turned to mush and all the words melted in my mouth.
Eventually, Miko started along with the bass and Blaine handed his guitar to Ricky before taking centre stage and adjusting the microphone length, looking directly at Kurt before he began singing.
It's all about you
(It's all about you)
It's all about you baby
(baby, yeah)
Sean and Ricky sang as backup singers as Blaine gazed right into my eyes with a small smile tugging at his lips before breaking into the first verse.
Yesterday you asked me something I thought you knew
so I told you with a smile, it's all about you
I was hypnotised by the glowing golden liquid, a colour so close to gold; that was in fact, Blaine's eyes. They were fixated on mine. I was surprised that this was a slow song considering the band's usual style of music but each voice flowed through softly.
So I whispered in your ear and you told me too
said you'd make my life worthwhile, it's all about you
Sean started banging away at the drums and I was faintly aware of how Nicole was sighing proudly next to me; but all I could look at was Blaine. He was staring at me too, it was a wonder he didn't miss a chord or a lyric or something by the mask of deep concentration he had printed on his face. It was like everything made sense now, and I was still trying to comprehend the fact that we kissed. We kissed. We actually kissed.
And I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to,
but If you deny me one of your kisses, I don't know what I'd do
The girls were singing loudly by now, almost as loud as the boys who had microphones, but I remained silent, not letting myself blink once in fear that this would all disappear in front of my very eyes.
So hold me close and say three words like you used to do,
Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it's all about you
They must have repeated the chorus again but I didn't listen, I blocked everything out, and as cheesy as it sounds, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was beautiful. My mind flashed back to those moments when something took over this boy and turned his eyes almost black with hatred over something; I could remember the panic and utter fear that coursed through me, but now it only seemed like fascination to me, Blaine was so much more than what he let people see. It made me wonder what kind of secrets he was keeping behind closed doors, and I was sure as hell going to find out.
It's all about you
(it's all about you baby)
It's all about you
(it's all about)
The song drifted to a close and after all that intense staring when we were caught up in the moment, we were both blushing like crazy, avoiding eye contact with each other and instead looking at the others, some of the girls had jumped forward to peck their boyfriends on the lips, whereas others chose to just make googly eyes at each other, tracing hearts in the air with their fingertips and pretending to blow them through the air to each other.
It was ridiculously cheesy, but somehow it still managed to make me jealous, I looked at Blaine who was gazing a little longingly at the other couples being sweet until our eyes met again and we merely blushed and looked away again.
The band sang a few more songs before it started to get dark and I told Blaine that I best be heading back. He guided me out with a gentle hand on my back as I waved to the others, all wishing me well and inviting me along to the next 'band meeting'. We walked in silence through the garden; Blaine's arm had dropped from my back and was swinging, brushing against mine in the dark sky. I watched the stars begin to fade in, and wondered what the view would be like from Blaine's room now, with his glass roof.
We reached the house eventually, and I almost didn't want to go back inside, I missed the fantasy of the 'forest' that was Blaine's garden already, and I could see bright lights shining from the bottom where the gazebo was, the band was playing without them, and the sound of a slow and relaxing melody had wafted through the air, following us as we walked.
"I-Uh, how are you getting home?"
Realisation dawned, it really was late. It wasn't past my curfew that my dad had given me in a short reply of my text I had sent earlier on that told him I was going to a friend's house to study; but it was still late, late enough for the school car park to be closed, meaning that my car was still in there. I groaned inwardly and began wracking my brains for solutions. I considered walking home but I had no freaking clue where I was. It seemed like I was in a whole other world and I couldn't simply walk home, round the corner and everything would be normal again, and I'd greet my father, Carole and Finn as usual, pretending I just hadn't come home from fantasy land where anything could happen.
"I could...I could give you a lift? Home-that is. If, if you want?" Blaine scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Oh, yes please, are you sure? I mean I don't want to-"
"Its fine" he interrupted, smiling nervously. It was a completely different atmosphere around us now, we found ourselves stumbling over and interrupting each other politely a lot more than we did before, blushing and shying away from each other. Ever since we'd kissed it just felt like nothing was real anymore and that this was all a dream. I resisted pinching myself just to make sure.
"Well, what am I going to do about my car tomorrow morning before school?" I asked, mostly to myself.
"Well I could-"
"Oh it doesn't matter, I'll just ride with Finn in the morning and drive home myself after school" I decided, not noticing the dejected look on Blaine's face until I realised I'd interrupted him. "Oh, I'm sorry, what were you going to say?"
"I just, I could-I was going to suggest...I mean, if it saves any trouble...I could, you know, pick you up for school in the morning and you could ride with me?" he scuffed his feet against the tile floor of his kitchen, "But, it doesn't matter if you already ha-"
"I'd love that" I said quietly, but it still made him stop, looking up at me with a surprised expression.
"Oh okay, cool! I could pick you up at say...6:45?" he suggested, and I answered with a nod.
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We pulled up on my drive and I unhooked my arms from his waist a little too slowly, not wanting to let go. He chuckled in realisation and tugged his helmet off, I slipped off the bike and he kicked the stand and swung his legs around too, but remained sitting sideways.
We stood silently for a moment, listening to the noises of the night, crickets creaking and the rustle of a plastic bag caught in something nearby, even an owl was making some faint cooing noises in a nearby tree.
I glanced up shyly under my eyelashes to find that Blaine had been staring at me this whole time, his eyes were dark again, just as they had been earlier on the motorbike but a little les black. He reached up a hesitant hand to brush the back of it against my cheek and then withdrew it again, pressing it back into the leather of his bike seat as if he'd done something wrong.
"What is your secret?" He asked sombrely and quietly after a heartbeat.
"Uh," I hesitated. "What?"
"How can one be so painfully beautiful?" He spoke as if he were from a different time, as if he was straight from some sort of old fashioned era, his voice thick with struggle. I blushed again under his intense watch and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Goodnight, Kurt" he uttered into the darkness.
"Thank you." I sighed. "For everything"
Blaine cocked his head to the side in slight confusion before flushing slightly in realisation at the memory of our previous kisses in the meadow.
"Good night, Blaine" I pressed a kiss to his soft cheek and lingered there, inhaling his scent for the last time that night before pulling back, smiling, and turning on my heels, my schoolbooks pressed to my chest tightly in fear that my heart was going to pound straight through my chest and escape if I didn't hold it there.
I reached for the door handle, which was already open and heard the faint sound of a rumble of the bike's engine through the blood pounding in my ears and listened as his feet dragged through the gravel. I closed the door and stuck my back to it, breathing erratically and hearing that after half a minute or so, Blaine's bike came to life and sped away, the sound echoing down the street.
My phone buzzed immediately before I could even take a step away from the door. I opened the message, seeing it was from an unfamiliar number.
You even taste beautiful, too -Blaine
I didn't even bother stopping my childish squeals, I raced to my bedroom and flung myself on the bed like superman, and squealed into my pillow like a teenage girl, pressing my fingers to my lips and recalling how it felt to have Blaine's pressed right there, moving in sync against mine.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope I did the kiss chapter justice! That was totally a last minute decision btw, I didn't plan for them to kiss until at least 3 or 4 more chapters, but hey, tell me your thoughts on it anyway. And what do you think about Blaine's little family accepting Kurt into their midst in their 'band meeting'?
Thanks to absoloutely everyone who reviewed previous chapters, I am so so so sorry that I haven't been able to reply to you all personally but I'm working on it, just- thank you, it means so much some of the kind words you all say!
The song was All About You by Mcfly
p.s. I'm writing from the grave, I am proud to say I officially died from the Darren Criss sex riot on the 03-03-12. Rest in Peace.
SORRY FOR THE LONG AND BORING AUTHORS NOTE, I WILL LEAVE YOU ALL IN PEACE NOW. BIZZLE.