A few things, so PLEASE READ THIS. Remember when I said this story was at an undetermined length? I have determined it, and I'm think 4-5 more chapters. Also, please don't kill me in the reviews for what happens at the end of this chapter. It needs to.
Chapter 30
Blaine was up early Sunday, knowing that he had to behave and act responsibly if he wanted Kurt to be happy. He knew how much getting into the New York Times would mean to Kurt.
He was up, ran, took a shower, and dressed in an outfit he deemed Kurt-esque, including a red paisley bowtie that had been in his stocking before Kurt even started moving.
Blaine was making omelets – one of the only recipes he ever mastered.
Kurt padded into the kitchen and Blaine immediately knew something was wrong. Kurt's hair was everywhere, he was still wearing only pajama pants, and he had the cover wrapped around his shoulders.
Blaine leaned up and pressed a kiss into Kurt's forehead, "What's wrong, baby?"
Kurt groaned, leaning against Blaine's shoulder, "Mouth hurts," he mumbled.
Blaine felt himself redden, "Oh. Well….I'm sorry."
Kurt shook his head, "I guess we over did it…"
Blaine opened his mouth a few times, trying to move his jaw in many directions, "I'm fine. Here, let me get you some Tylenol." Blaine grabbed a glass of water and some pills.
Kurt gulped them down, "What are we doing to do, Blaine?" Blaine could see that Kurt's mouth wasn't opening as wide as it usually did, and he felt bad immediately.
"Well we only have that New York Times thing today. Hopefully we can get you hopped up on pain killers and you'll be fine." He felt like it was all his fault that Kurt hurt. He'd never wanted to see Kurt in such pain because of him. "Maybe we should lay off doing..anything like that again."
Kurt nodded, "Or at least have a little less enthusiasm." He sighed, looking disappointed. "Three was probably too many…"
Blaine saw Kurt's cheeks tint pink. Blaine knelt down in front of Kurt, who was now sitting on a kitchen chair, "Baby. It's fine. We just overdid it. We can still do it…just not as rough…"
Kurt still frowned, "Does this mean we're getting old?"
"Kurt we can't even legally drink yet. We aren't old. We just have been so stressed out lately. Our muscles and bodies are tired." Blaine thought and then got a sly grin on his face, "So that means we should probably skip the dance lessons…"
"No." Kurt stood, a renew vigor in his system once the painkillers started flowing. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. Then we'll eat and head towards our meeting." Kurt rubbed at his temples.
While Kurt was in the shower, his cell phone was ringing constantly. Blaine knew better than to pick the phone up, but glanced at the number just in case it was Burt or Hayden.
It was the diner.
"Fuck!" Blaine called through the apartment, picking up the phone quickly, "Hello?"
"Blaine? Why are you answering Kurt's phone? Why is he not at work?" Gabe's paranoid voice came over the phone. Gabe had recently been named manager after the previous manager got a role in the touring show of La Cage Au Folles.
Shit. Last night they had both been in too much of a rush to think of anything but each other, and Kurt had forgotten to call off.
Blaine scuffed the tip of his shoe on the ground, "Gabe..he's not feeling so well. His jaw is completely swollen and he can't barely open it."
"Does he have lockjaw or something?" Gabe asked tersely, Blaine could already hear the gears working in his head as he tried to find a replacement.
"Or something," Blaine tried, hoping the friendship between the two men would still be there even though they didn't work together anymore.
"Oh. Oh." Gabe laughed. "Well, I can't imagine two newly engaged men doing anything to bring that on," he teased, "I better be invited to the wedding, by the way."
"You are!" Blaine said, glancing at his list to make sure that Gabe was in fact on his list.
"Good, good. Well you tell Kurt he's probably going to get shit from someone, but I'll take care of this for today. Make sure his jaw feels better." Gabe hung up and Blaine started forming a plan. He needed Kurt to quit his job at the diner. Blaine just knew Kurt was doing too much and that's why he got so easily hurt the night before.
Kurt came out of the bathroom, perfectly dressed and coifed. "Feeling better, baby?" Blaine was finishing the omelet.
Kurt sniffed the air, "You know, maybe those cooking lessons are paying off. That smells delicious. And yes, it does feel better. But I'm going to bring a bottle of Tylenol with just in case."
"I still have some Vicodin from the attack," Blaine joked.
Kurt looked like he actually considered it for a minute, "No. That's immoral, Blaine."
Kurt pulled Blaine into the New York Times offices. They weren't late, but Kurt insisted on being fifteen minutes early to every appointment they had.
When they walk into the office, a secretary smiles, "Mr. Hummel and Mr. Anderson?"
They both nodded.
"Follow me," she led them into an office that rivaled Mr. Parson's in sheer size, but also beauty. It was composed entirely of windows, reminding Kurt of Miss Pillsbury's from high school.
"Hello boys! Call me Arthur!" The man behind the desk stood and shook both of their hands. He was in his mid forties and seemed a lot happier than Blaine thought a straight man working in the wedding section would be.
"Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Arthur!" Kurt bubbled in his seat.
"It's Arthur, kid. And of course, when Abby told me about your wedding location, I knew I had a winning wedding. Of course, then I found out about Mr. Anderson over here and I knew we were onto something. How's your grandfather, son?"
Kurt knew it bothered Blaine that once again he got somewhere because of his grandfather, but he smiled, "He's well, actually. We just chatted this morning. He's responding well to treatments and they gave him another year or two."
Kurt's head snapped to the side, "Are you serious? Blaine! That's amazing! Why didn't you tell me?" He struggled to hold back happy tears.
Arthur's eyes narrowed at the boys.
Blaine's eyes widened in fear, "I was too worried about you…with everything."
Kurt blushed, "Oh. Well. Anyway," he turned back to Arthur.
Arthur chose not to push the conversation as the boys clasped hands and looked at him with the exact same expression, Kurt leaning forward slightly and Blaine's head tipped to the side. "Okay, tell me about yourself, Kurt."
Kurt pursed his lips, "Well. I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm 19, originally from Lima, Ohio. I work at a boutique on Fifth Avenue. I like fashion and Broadway."
Arthur smiled, "You design clothing…or?"
"I have recently been drawing and making some pieces, yes." Kurt smiled at the image of the corset he was working on.
"And Blaine?"
Blaine crossed his legs and sighed, "I'm Blaine Anderson, I'm 20, I work as a talent agent and songwriter at Sony Records. I'm originally from New York, but we moved to Westerville, Ohio before I could even walk."
"Okay, and Blaine, tell me about why you love Kurt."
Blaine stared at Arthur and let his mouth hang open. "Why I love Kurt?" He glanced shyly at Kurt, "Kurt to me, is light. Kurt shows me everything that is good in the world, and even when I hate everything and just want to sit and brood, he's there. I look at him and I see the past – I see us working through issues together. I see us fighting, I see us loving. I see the present, I see this amazing man that chose me. I see a future. A future where I'm not afraid of being alone when I wake up, a future of someone being there for me when no one else is, when I mess up." Blaine took a shaky breath, "Kurt has more of me than I have of myself. He doesn't care that I sometimes have the mentality of a five year old. I love Kurt because at the end of the day, even a glance from his eyes is enough to take away everything bad in the world." Blaine breathes in heavily, and realizes tears were rolling down his cheeks.
Kurt's hand tightens in his own, and when he looks over, he sees Kurt staring at him with wide eyes. "I love you," he whispers, "So much."
Blaine leans over and kisses Kurt's jaw, "I love you too."
Arthur leans back in his chair, "Kurt…why do you love Blaine?"
Kurt brings a tissue to his eyes, "You expect me to beat that? Well, I think I loved Blaine from the first moment I met him. He saw me before anyone else did. He knew me. He cared about me in a way no one ever did. Before Blaine…I was completely and utterly alone. I put up this appearance that I knew who I was and who I wanted to be. But I didn't. I found a reason to let people in when I met Blaine. I told my high school Glee Club director that I loved Blaine before I ever told him." Kurt laughed and looked towards Blaine, who this was new information for.
Blaine shook his head, "I told all of the Warblers before I told you."
Arthur looked between the boys. They were so young, and he wasn't sure if the general public would accept a marriage like this, between two kids with so much to live for yet. But theirs was a love story he wanted to tell. "Kurt, when did you know you wanted to marry Blaine?"
"It was in a graveyard," Kurt started, "We had just buried my pet bird. He gave me this long talk about getting each other out of a messy situation. Then he held out his hand, and I knew."
"And Blaine?"
"It took a little longer for me. You see, there was this kilt…"
"Can we not talk about the kilt?" Kurt interrupted, laughing. "Not one of my best moments."
"He wore it to prom. And he was so brave, and I just remember thinking that whoever got to marry Kurt was the luckiest man alive. So I decided it had to be me," Blaine laughed, "That was cocky."
"I liked it. I'll tell you what boys, I like you. Both of you. You work together. We're going to cover your wedding. " Arthur shook both of their hands, "Just don't kill each other before the wedding. You think I'm joking? It has happened."
Kurt sat at yet another small café in the city, attempting to slurp soup through his jaw. "Are you sure I can't take another batch of pills? How many can someone take in twenty four hours without dying?"
Blaine pulled out his phone and looked it up, "Apparently you're only supposed to take 6 in one day."
Kurt bit his lip, "Oh..well. I'm done for the day then."
Blaine pushed his water towards Kurt, "Drink that then."
Kurt obeyed, wincing the entire time. "This hurts, Blaine," he whined.
Blaine looked up at Kurt who was pressing on his cheek, "Kurt..I don't think that's from us being together last night…"
He sighed, "I figured that out. I just don't know what it is. My mouth and jaw feel like they're going to explode."
"Is it a cavity?"
Kurt sat ramrod straight, "Excuse me? I do not get cavities."
"Everyone gets cavities." Blaine reminded him, "I've had four."
"Your lack of oral hygiene is not attractive."
Blaine stuck his tongue out.
"Also, I moved our dancing lessons…"
Blaine smiled brightly, "To next week?" That would give him a whole week to plan how to get out of them.
"To an hour from now."
"But I just ate," Blaine tried, "How can I be light footed when I just ate a salad?"
Kurt just stared.
"Fine. But if I have to go to these stupid dance lessons, you have to go get your teeth looked at." Blaine pulled their dentist's number up on his phone and hit the call button, handing it to Kurt.
"Dr. Anders? Hi! This is Kurt Hummel and I was wondering if you had an opening in the next few days. Yes, my jaw and teeth on the left side of my face have been hurting. And Blaine thinks I may have a cavity…I know, I told him I don't get cavities, but he's worried." Kurt listened for a few more minutes, "Tomorrow morning at 9? Okay, I'll see you then."
Blaine took his phone back, "Lead me to my personal doom."
Dance Lessons
"Hello, my name is Gael and I will be your instructor for these lessons," the Spanish man took Blaine's hand and kissed it. He shook Kurt's hand.
Kurt already hated him.
"So I see you will be wed, yes?" the man looked at Kurt, "To each other?"
"No. To ponies," Kurt tried, leaning against the wall of mirrors.
"If you could not let your bum touch the mirrors, thank you," the man's high pitched accent flew around the room.
Blaine tried not to laugh.
Gael just shrugged, "Okay, first I will show Mr. Hummel how to dance the steps, and then I will help Blaine. Okay?"
Kurt didn't like the way Blaine's name rolled off his tongue. "Don't you need to know our song first?"
"Ah, Mr. Hummel. I fear we will need to work on basic steps in this session." Gael positioned his hands on Blaine's hip and pulled the boy closer.
"How many sessions are there going to be?" Blaine asked nervously.
"Fifteen." Kurt answered, catching Blaine's eyes in the mirror. He'd find them a new instructor tomorrow.
"Blaine, you need to come closer," Gael put a hand lightly on Blaine's backside and pulled him flush.
Blaine immediately colored and put a few inches between them. "Leave room for God!" Kurt bellowed.
Gael laughed, "There is no room for God in this dance." His hands traced down Blaine's back, "You have a very muscular back. Were you a swimmer?"
"No, but I did play lacrosse," Blaine laughed easily at the man.
"I can tell."
"Thanks!"
Kurt watched the two boys practicing the dance steps, and he had to admit that Blaine was horrible.
"Blaine I think you are the worst dancer in the history of dancing. You look like you can move your hips, but you can't. Not at all!" Gael was trying to rotate Blaine's hips with his hands, "You need to loosen up!"
"I can use my hips, just not here…" Blaine said playfully, looking back at Kurt who was grabbing his bag.
"We're going to leave. I think lessons are pointless right now." Kurt grabbed Blaine and pulled him towards the door.
"But I need to be able to dance!" Blaine argued.
Kurt pulled the door shut and led them the thirteen blocks to their apartment before turning on Blaine, "You were flirting with him."
"Kurt, you really need to keep your jealousy in check. I was not flirting with him. I was trying to flirt with you but you were too busy glaring at him."
Kurt shook his head and glared some more at Blaine, "You think we're too young, don't you? You're rethinking everything. You want out. You want to not get married."
"Whoa! I've spent the entire weekend planning out wedding, baby. I want this to be perfect for us. Can you please think rationally?" Blaine tried to grab Kurt's hands but Kurt pulled them away again.
"No, Blaine. You think I don't see how you don't want to do any of this? It's because you don't want to get married."
Blaine had no idea what to do, "Kurt, I cried in front of a stranger today telling him how much I loved you. I look bored doing this stuff because I am. But I'm here, Kurt. I'm here because it means a lot to you. I'm here because you wanted a big wedding. I would have been happy in a garden with just our family, or at City Hall." He was panting. He didn't realize he even felt all of that until he said it.
"You don't want out?" Kurt looked at him with untrusting eyes.
"No, but if you do, this is the way to do it," Blaine's temper took over and he turned on his heel and walked out of the apartment.
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