Chapter 36 - Stink
Two days later and I was still reeling from my encounter with Xavier. His friend had punched hard and I had a nice purple bruise on my stomach to show for it. Luckily though the sight of it always made Blaine very affectionate, so I made a habit of lifting my arms up to reveal it as much as I could when we were alone. We were making a joke out of something very serious, but there were no more leads on who the vandal could be – so the case had pretty much been lost. Blaine had sent off his car to be fixed and Cox was on the lookout, that was about as much that could be done.
Blaine and I were studying in his room. I say studying – we were on the bed and I was nestled in his lap, both of us lazily looking at textbooks.
"Man, I do not want to be a senior." I said, glancing at the chemistry equations he was trying to memorise. "Do you think I can just skip it?"
"You have to get through junior year first." Blaine replied, smiling and nuzzling his nose into my cheek.
"Hey." I tried to move away but he ran his finger up my arm and I froze.
"Sorry, I know you're gonna pass. You barely need to revise." He said into my ear. I was trying to decide whether to still be annoyed or utterly consumed with lust.
"Neither do you." I replied, my voice slightly shaky. I could feel his hand on my shoulder and just the touch was driving me crazy.
"Then why are we?" Just like that Blaine dropped his textbook on the bed, flipping himself over so he was on top of me and kissing me deeply. I let out a squeal of surprise before joining in, and was just beginning to explore the inside of his mouth with my tongue when he went to grab my waist and accidentally banged against my bruise.
"Ow!" Breaking away I yelped out in pain – something I immediately regretted as Blaine's face dropped and he backed away.
"Oh, oh God I'm sorry, are you hurt?" The concern in his voice was heartbreaking, I held out my arms but he stayed away, still wanting confirmation.
"I'm fine. It was an accident." I patted my stomach, trying desperately not to wince and Blaine seemed to relax. Moving back over towards him I kissed him softly on the lips.
"Maybe if I go on top?" At this he smiled, lying down on the bed so I could climb on top of him. When was I ever going to get tired of how gentlemanly he was? And how unbelievably gorgeous…
Once again we were just getting into the swing of things when suddenly a rather unpleasant scent wafted into the room.
"Ergh? Can you smell that?" I asked, pulling away. Blaine scowled.
"Kurt, shut up." He pulled me down again but after one kiss I stopped.
"No seriously, something smells really bad."
"Are you trying to get me to study again?" I'd sat up, now getting a full whiff of the odour and Blaine suddenly seemed to smell it too, rising with me.
"Eew. What is that?" Suddenly somebody knocked loudly on the door. I untangled myself from Blaine so he could get up and walked behind him as he answered it. As soon as the door was opened we were hit with a full blast of the smell and both covered our mouths in disgust.
"Oh my God." Scott was in front of us, a towel over the bottom half of his face and his posture bent over like he was trying not to retch.
"Stnk bmm" He said, his voice muffled by the fabric.
"What?" Blaine asked, his voice also muffled. Scott winced, before briefly taking the safety blanket away.
"STINK BOMB!"
The whole of Wordsworth had to be evacuated. Boys were streaming out, all with various things over their mouths and noses, and some immediately ran over to Wilde to be sick. When Blaine, Scott and I reached the entrance we breathed in the clean air like we'd been drowning.
"Man, that was disgusting – a pipe must have burst or something." I said once I'd cleared my lungs. Scott dropped his towel on the floor and looked at me with distain.
"Kurt." Pointing to a group of Wordsworthians that had gathered a few feet away I looked at them, and then the direction all their eyes were pointed. Hanging above the entrance to Wordsworth, something I had somehow managed to miss on my exit, was a huge banner. A banner that read.
That is not how we prank. THIS is how we prank.
"Marc Jacobs." I said, shaking my head. Damien was back.
"Silence please." A meeting had been called in the main hall for all the occupants of Wordsworth. It was several hours after the stink bomb incident but the school was still rife with talk about it - I could imagine Damien was ecstatic. I'd been summoned to come along too because I'd been in the building at the time, but was also extremely curious to see how Cox would react to it.
"Students of Wordsworth. I understand you have all become victims of a prank, which is part of the war that has been occurring over the past few weeks." Our head teacher said, his voice echoing out across the room. Immediately everyone turned to look at Scott – his cheeks flushed red beside me but he still seemed rather pleased. If Cox was aware of it he'd obviously done something right.
"Obviously this is a serious prank that affects the whole of the house, but at the moment we have no way of disciplining anybody for it." Cries rang out through the hall.
"It was Damien! Anybody with a brain can see that!" Wes called out, standing up. Cox looked at him sternly before replying.
"I understand you may have your theories Mr Montgomery, but at the moment we have no proof as to the culprit of this crime. Needless to say when they are caught they will be punished accordingly." More murmurs rang out but Cox ignored them. Either Damien was very good at covering his tracks, or he had some messed up deal that meant he was protected. Both options didn't bear thinking about.
"Anyway – the problem of most importance at the moment is finding a home for all of you. As you know Wordsworth is currently being cleaned by our staff, but it will be at least a day before it is inhabitable again." What? I turned to look at Blaine who seemed confused. Was is really that bad?
"Whilst your belongings are all safe and secure, we think it would be best if you refrain from entering the building until it has been okayed by our team. Those of you that can return home are granted this permission for tonight." Immediately students began discussing their plans. Wes didn't live far away and there was space in his car for David to come too. Blaine would be able to get back and… Wait…
"Will you be able to get home?" I turned to Blaine and saw him thinking the same thing. His car was still being fixed so there was no way he could drive.
"I don't think so. My parents are on a business trip in Dubai."
"Do you have space Wes?" The Wordsworthian shook his head.
"Sorry, I just filled up my last seat." Darn it.
"What about you Scott?" Suddenly I remembered my other friend. He lived in New York – there was no way he would be able to go anywhere.
"I dunno. I guess I'll just crash on a buddies floor or something." It was then that inspiration hit.
"Hey! You guys can stay with me!" Scott raised his eyebrow.
"Hmm?"
"Well I have my own room, there's space for Blaine in my bed. And you can sleep on my floor like you said. Obviously with some cushions or something." It was brilliant. I looked over at Blaine, who seemed pretty taken on the idea (I'm sure he was just focusing on the words 'Blaine' and 'my bed') and then back at Scott, who didn't know how to react. Without waiting for anyone to say anything I ran over to Cox, who was currently in conversation with another student.
"Mr Cox. " I said once he had finished, a hopeful smile on my face. "My name is Kurt Hummel, I'm a student at Wilde. I would like to offer my room to two of the Wordsworth students for tonight." Cox's eyebrows raised.
"Oh, that's very kind of you Kurt. Do you have a spare bed?"
"Um, kind of. Scott can sleep on my floor too." I guessed it wouldn't be too wise to mention the fact that my other guest would, in fact, be sharing my 'spare bed'. "I'm sure other Wilde students would also be happy to help out too." At this Cox nodded. I suppose he couldn't argue with people offering aid. And I knew there were spare beds in Wilde.
"Excuse me." Clapping his hands he brought the congregation to attention again. "I have just talked with a student from Wilde and he said they would be happy to house any students struggling to get home." Cheers rang out, especially when people saw it was me Cox had been talking to and I grinned, making my way back to Scott and Blaine.
"Looks like we're roomies for tonight!" I said with a smile. Blaine put his arm round me and Scott slapped me on the back. Well this was going to be a fun evening.
"Hurry up Scott!" Blaine and I banged on the closet door – Scott had been in there for five minutes and we were beginning to get worried. "What are you doing in there?" Abruptly the door opened and Blaine and I sprang back. Scott walked into the room wearing the Spiderman pyjamas he'd adorned on his visit to Lima and Blaine stifled a giggle.
"What? You dissing the pjs?"
"Of course not."
"Were you planning an expedition to Mars in there or something?" I asked with a smile. Scott glared at me.
"No. You just have a lot of clothes. I was intrigued."
"Probably trying them on." Blaine commented, receiving a slap on his shoulder from both of us (Scott's slightly more violent than mine).
"Right, see you in a minute." Grabbing my own pyjamas I stepped in the closet myself and closed to the door. To be honest Blaine and I could have got changed together, but I didn't want to freak Scott out and he certainly didn't want to see me in my boxers.
As I began unbuttoning my trousers I heard Blaine clear his throat awkwardly and realised this would probably be worth listening to.
"So…Spiderman eh?" With my ear pressed to the door I stopped myself from laughing.
"Yup. Best superhero of all time. Well apart from Superman. And Batman."
"What? Batman isn't a superhero!" Oh dear. From the gasp I heard next I guessed Blaine had put his foot in it.
"How can you say that? He is AWESOME!"
"I'm not denying his awesomeness, not at all. But all the other superheroes get their powers naturally or by some genetic mutation. Bruce Wayne buys his. In my opinion that makes him different." From the silence that followed I guess Scott was in thought. It was amazing to think that a few months ago these two hated each other's guts. The fact that that had been due to Blaine's feelings for me though hadn't been apparent at the time.
"You have a point." Wow. I steadied myself against the door, not quite able to believe that Scott had conceded. And about superheroes no less.
"But Batman is still awesome."
"Oh yeah, of course."
"Sweet." I giggled, slipping my uniform off and my pyjamas on before opening the door again.
"Kurt?" Oh Gaga.
"Kurt?"
"What?"
"Are you still awake?"
"Scott, the lights are still on." I sat up, annoyed. Scott was splayed across the makeshift mattress I'd created out of cushions and clothing in the most awkward way possible – he'd been trying to find a suitable position for the past twenty minutes.
"I dunno, you could still be asleep."
"Well I'm not."
"Ok."
"Honestly…" Flopping back down I came face to face with Blaine and smiled. How did he always look so beautiful? We were in our slobbiest clothes, our hair was ruffled by the pillows, but right now more than ever all I wanted to do was kiss his brains out.
"Hi." The word escaped from his lips in a whisper, along with a blissful smile that made my whole body turn to jelly.
"Hi." I whispered back. Blaine shuffled in closer towards me so our chests pressed together, one of his legs intertwining with mine. I felt his toes curl against my calf and shivered with pleasure.
"You are beautiful." He whispered again, the sound of his voice reverberating against my soul. I felt a hand move through the sheets to surface and trace the curve of my face, right from the top of my head along my temple and down my jaw to the end of my chin. The fingers then moved to trace my lips – I playfully opened them so one slipped in and sucked it gently – Blaine chuckled and the look in his eyes was like seeing the sun for the first time.
"I love you." I said, letting the finger go as I whispered. Instead of replying my boyfriend simply moved those several inches closely and kissed me – a slow sensual kiss that held all the meaning it needed.
"Kurt?" I sighed loudly
"I'm not asleep Scott!"
"But you're quiet."
"Yes, I can be quiet."
"You and Blaine aren't doing anything are you? Oh GOD you're doing stuff!" I heard him begin to flail around in panic and laughed, sitting up.
"Scott." My best friend looked at me and seemed relieved my face wasn't covered in jizz or something. "Do you really think we would do anything like that with you in the room?" He paused.
"Well…no."
"Exactly."
"Also, if we were doing stuff it would be a lot louder." Blaine added with a smile, resting his chin on my shoulder and I slapped him lightly on the side, letting out an indignant shout.
"Blaine!"
"What? It's true!"
"He's right, it's true." Oh Gaga. My two best friends were conspiring against me. Looking back and forth between them, I was suddenly hit with a wave of happiness.
"I'm so happy right now." I said. "To have you two, here. You're my best friends."
"Of course." Scott replied happily. "But I'm the best friend." Blaine furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yeah. But I'm the boyfriend. That counts as a best friend too."
"Mmn hmm. Boyfriend, best friend. Two different words."
"Ok ok guys, stop fighting." I interrupted, half laughing. The boys turned to look at me. "I love you both. Obviously in different ways, but, I couldn't survive without either of you." I smiled, reaching over to grab Scott's hand and squeeze it, whilst doing the same to Blaine's with my other. They smiled.
"Awesome. And I just wanna say I think you two are perfect for each other. I hope you get married and all that crap, adopt some babies." Blaine and I laughed, looking at each other whilst Scott sat there, wondering what he had said that was so funny.
"I don't think we're quite at that stage yet." Blaine said, twining his arm around my waist as he spoke to his fellow Wordsworthian. "But when we do I'll let you know."
"I better be the best man." I tsked dramatically.
"Oh, of course. I'm not stupid."
"Wicked." We laughed, before I glanced at the time, reached over to my bedside lamp and switched it off.
When I awoke the sunlight was beginning to seep its way through the curtains, casting a dim glow over the room. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Blaine's – still closed as he slept. Our bodies were wrapped round each other so tightly that his nose was almost touching mine, and I could feel his breath brush against my lips as his chest rose and fell against me. If I died right now I didn't care because I'd already experienced heaven.
I would have stayed like that forever, feeling his strong arms clasping my waist and the curl of his toes against my leg, but I knew it was early morning and time for me to get up. Slowly, so not as to disturb him, I untwined my legs from his, gritting my teeth when they flopped down against the bed. I then lifted up his arm, bringing it to rest down his side gently and resisting the temptation to stroke the bit of his stomach that had been revealed from his t-shirt riding up. Thinking I was out of the water I sighed and went to get up, but as soon as there was space between our bodies an arm flew out and grabbed hold of my side.
"Kurt? Where are you going?" Blaine was still half asleep – his eyes were still closed and his grip was clumsy, fumbling around to get a better hold. I took hold of his hand and he yanked on it so I feel back into him.
"Sssh Blaine, sssh." I whispered gently, not wanting him to wake Scott. Blaine went to put his arm round my waist again but I stopped him.
"Baby, I have to do my skin care, I'll be back in a few minutes I promise." I said as comfortingly as I could. Blaine groaned in disappointment, and his voice was so adorably sleepy that for a moment I almost abandoned my plans and succumbed. However this had to be done.
"I promise." Reaching over I brushed away his hair and placed a soft kiss to his forehead, before lifting myself out of the bed. Well this was going to get done as quickly as physically possible.
Once I was completely out of the bed Blaine grumbled some more, gathering up the covers around him to try and recover some of the warmth that had been lost by my departure. I smiled, wondering how I'd ever been so blessed to have someone like him. Making my way over to my chest of drawers carefully I noticed Scott sprawled completely across the floor, his mouth hanging open gormlessly so his breath came out in loud snores that I didn't know how I'd managed to sleep through. I reached the dresser and pulled out the stool as quietly as I could, opening the drawer and setting out all of my skincare products. As I quickly applied them one by one I found myself constantly looking in the mirror at the scene behind me. If somebody had told me a year ago that I'd be sharing a room with two guys – one of whom was my best friend and the other my completely drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend – I probably would have laughed in their face. I also knew that if dad ever found out about this I was toast.
I managed to finish in record time (something I would have to tell Blaine later when I needed to win an argument or something) and immediately made my way back over to the bed. When Blaine felt it sink down from my weight a lazy smile spread across his face and he opened his arms for me to crawl into. My skin was still slightly damp, so the fabric of the pillow stuck to my face, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make to feel his warmth again.
"I told you I'd be quick." I mumbled happily, snuggling my nose into his cheek. Blaine sighed, running his fingers through my hair so I purred with pleasure.
"Can we stay like this forever?" He asked. I chuckled.
"Yes please." Slowly I felt a finger reach under my chin and prise my face up – I kept my eyes closed and drank in the feeling of soft lips on mine, the taste of Blaine's tongue as it ran across my teeth…
"Eew." Suddenly I pulled away. The movement was so sharp that for the first time Blaine opened his eyes, looking at me questioningly.
"Morning breath." I replied in explanation. As I sat up he cupped his hand over his mouth, trying to see how bad it was, but I shook my head.
"Not you. Me." Scowling at this measly excuse Blaine went to pull me in again but I pushed him away playfully, getting up again to grab a mint from the side. As I walked past Scott I kicked him lightly in the side so he stirred loudly, letting out a strange kind of growl.
"Come on snorey-pants, time to wake up." I said cheerfully, deciding it was time for all of us to rise. Scott rolled over to bury his head in the covers once more but I kicked him again so he groaned.
"Go away." I laughed, popping the gum in my mouth and chewing as Blaine began to stretch.
"I had the weirdest dream," Scott said once he'd surfaced properly – his hair was sticking up at all kinds of odd angles but it was far too amusing for me to tell him, "I was having Thanksgiving with my family but I was the turkey – I tried to escape when my Dad came out with the knife but all the brussel sprouts started chasing me around the table." He rubbed his eyes and I laughed.
"That is very weird."
"Maybe you have a fear of being chased or something." Blaine added, trying to put his logical slant on the situation as per usual.
"Nah," Scott replied nonchalantly, "I just hate sprouts." We all laughed simultaneously and I sighed in content.
"Did you guys have a good sleep?" Scott asked, also now starting to stretch. Blaine and I turned to look at each other before smiling knowingly.
"Yeah," I replied, sounding casual but with a grin on my face, "It was very nice."
"In fact," Blaine continued, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in close so I giggled, "Damien can go and stink bomb Wordsworth any time he wants."