Fearlessly and Forever Chapter 7, a glee fanfic

Chapter 7

They arrived at the mall and walked in. it was packed and it kind of made Kurt nervous. He wanted to walk around the mall like all the other couples, holding hands with his boyfriend, but he didn't think it was possible. He didn't want Blaine to get attacked at school because of him.

Blaine didn't really care. He so badly wanted people to know that Kurt was his boyfriend, no matter what it caused him. So he just grabbed Kurt's hand and laced their fingers together.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kurt asked, looking down at their locked fingers.

"Holding my boyfriend's hand," Blaine smiled.

"I don't want you to get beat up because of this, because of me."

Blaine pulled Kurt's arm so that they were facing each other and their faces were merely centimeters apart. "Kurt, I don't care what people have to say about this, about us. You're my boyfriend and I want people to know that I'm not ashamed to say so. I told you I was coming out for you, and I mean it." Blaine brushed his lips against Kurt causing the taller boy to shudder.

"You're just going to tease me like that?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You want me to kiss you?"

"I always want you to kiss me," Kurt smirked.

"As you wish," Blaine smiled and kissed his boyfriend in the middle of the mall. With his free hand he pulled Kurt closer to him.

Kurt pulled back and smiled. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Not caring what people think so we can do this," he smiled and brushed their lips and noses together.

"My pleasure. Come on, let's buy you a new phone."

Kurt nodded and let Blaine lead him to the Verizon phone store.

"How can we help you today?" a saleslady asked them.

"We are looking to buy a new phone?" Blaine smiled.

"Are you already a customer here?" she asked.

"Yes," Kurt responded.

"Are you eligible for an upgrade?"

"I kind of just got my phone. I dropped it and the screen shattered, but I wanted a new phone anyway," Kurt explained.

"Oh I see. Well you can buy a phone at regular retail price which is a large amount of money."

"Money isn't an issue," Blaine said.

"Okay, what kind of phone were you looking for?"

"Galaxy S III."

"We'll have the same phone," Blaine smiled.

"What color? We have black, white, and blue."

"Mine is white with a blue case," Blaine shrugged.

"Can I get a white one?"

"No problem. Give me a second, fell free to look around for accessories," she smiled and walked away.

Kurt turned to look at Blaine and smiled. "How much am I allowed to spend? The phone itself costs $700."

"You can spend as much money as you want sweetie," Blaine smiled.

"I don't want to break you."

Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt into a tight hug, kissing his cheek lightly. "I'm rich, you can't break me. I told you I was paying. So let's go find you a phone case."

Kurt blushed at the sudden PDA, but agreed. Blaine pulled him towards the wall of accessories.

"I want to buy you a phone case," Kurt smiled.

"I already have one," Blaine countered.

"And that means what? I'm buying you a phone case, so pick one out Anderson."

"You're so bossy," Blaine giggled.

"Me being bossy got me a bj this morning. What will it get me now?" Kurt smirked.

"Right now, a phone and a case, lunch and a possible movie, and if you're really bossy, you'll get another and a few fingers and a tongue," Blaine said seriously.

Kurt stared at him with his mouth open. "Close your mouth, we'll need it good and wet for later."

"Um."

"You asked me and I told you. Don't worry, we have loads of time before you get all of that," Blaine smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Pick out a phone case Anderson," Kurt repeated.

Blaine smirked and scanned over the selection of phone cases. He picked out a white customizable case. "I have an idea of what I want to put on it."

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

"But of course. Now pick you out one."

Kurt looked over the phone cases just as Blaine did and picked a black customizable case.

"Same phone case different color. What are you going to put on yours?"

"You shall see sweetie," Kurt smiled.

"Okay, here is the phone. If you will follow me, we can get everything transferred from your old phone to your new phone," the sales lady said.

Kurt and Blaine followed her to her part of the counter. "What is the name on the account?"

"Kurt Hummel."

"Hummel? As in Councilman Hummel?"

"That's my dad," Kurt smiled.

"Ah, well I can give you a discount," she smiled.

"Okay."

Kurt gave the lady all the information for the account and then handed her his phone and she transferred all his information to the new phone.

"Okay, are you just buying the phone and case today?"

"Yes."

"Your total is $835.36."

"I can't let you do this Blaine," Kurt said, looking at the total.

"Kurt, it's my fault your phone got cracked, I'm your boyfriend, I'm paying. End of discussion," Blaine said. He pulled out his wallet and produced a platinum card.

Kurt groaned and went to go pay for Blaine's phone case. His total was substantially lower and less painful to watch. Kurt has money, but he didn't want to be spoiled like this from somebody other than his dad.

"Come on babe, time for lunch," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling him out of the store. "Here." He handed Kurt his phone case.

Kurt took it and handed Blaine his. Kurt took out a white sharpee and wrote 'Kurt + Blaine' inside of a heart with an arrow going through it. "People will know."

"I don't care. Look at me mine," Blaine showed Kurt his case. Inside of a heart it said 'Kurt's boyfriend 4-ever'

"Blaine," he smiled.

"This is it for me. I don't want anybody else in my life. I know this relationship is still new, and that I'm a year younger than you, but I know where my future ends," he said, staring directly into Kurt's eyes. "It ends with you by my side."

Kurt couldn't help himself, he threw his arms around the shorter boy's neck and kissed him with such passion, with such unexpressed love. Everything and everybody in the mall, in the universe disappeared the moment their lips touched. Nothing else mattered except for them and that moment, a moment that was unexpected in an unexpected place. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter if people stared or if people were talking. None of it matter because Blaine had Kurt and Kurt had Blaine, in that moment, that's all that mattered.

In that moment, they didn't notice David Karofsky standing nearby gasping at the sight in front of. He took out his phone and took a picture, sending it to only Kurt and Blaine with a text that read, hey fag boys. Cross me and this picture goes to the whole school. I know Blaine's not out yet, so I can fuck up his life here. David wanted Kurt, he had wanted Kurt ever since their first kiss. The kiss that made Kurt want to be straight. The kiss that was almost forgotten to Kurt because he was drunk and alone and upset.

David had kissed Kurt last year at a party. Kurt was at an end of the year blow-out party, drinking away yet another boyfriendless year. Kurt was just standing in a corner with a cup full of some fruity concoction of alcohol and fruit juice. David had walked up to Kurt and started chatting him up. Saying he's only been bullying him because he was confused about his feelings towards him and didn't want to admit to himself that there might be a slight possibly that he might be gay. Kurt had dismissed him with a drunken hand wave and went back to sipping his drink. David had tried to explain to him that he actually liked him and wanted to be his boyfriend, but how could Kurt believe that? Both boys were drunk, so this could easily be drunken banter between two people. David didn't think it was drunken banter because he was barley drunk because he was a designated driver. He meant every word he had said to Kurt and he desperately wanted Kurt to see that. The only way he could think that might make Kurt understand was by kissing him. Kurt was taken aback, but in his drunken state kissed back for a mere two seconds and then pushed David away, screaming at him that this was not what he wanted from, ever. Then he threw his drink on him and stormed out of the party, walking the two miles in the chilly night home.

Kurt had sworn never to bring up the kiss again as long as he never had to. And he never had to. He never wanted to, it was a drunken mistake that was never to leave that party from last year.

Blaine was the first to pull back to gasp for air and to check his phone. Both boys pulled out their phones and gasped when they saw the contents of their new text message.

"Please tell me this is a joke," Kurt groaned.

Blaine gaped at him and then at his phone. Blaine grabbed Kurt's phone and phone the same picture and message.

"I am so sorry," Kurt groaned, holding his head in his hands. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that, it was stupid and I should have known better. God, I'm so stupid! I know this is Ohio and this kind of thing isn't accep—"

"Kurt, Kurt." Blaine cut him off with a wave of his hands and their phones. Kurt blinked and stopped talking. He was rambling and Blaine thought it was so adorable. "We're not going to let Karofsky blackmail us."

"He has dirt on you. He can make your life at McKinley a living hell like he did for me before I became a Cheerio. I don't want you to experience what I did for years at that school because I'm gay. I won't stan—"

"Kurt! Stop, baby please. Can we talk about this over lunch?" Blaine asked, holding Kurt by his arms.

Kurt blinked rapidly and nodded. He didn't know what else to say. Blaine gave him his phone back which he pocketed and took Blaine's hand. Blaine led him out of the now crowding mall and out to his car. Blaine put him in the car and got in on the driver's side.

Kurt had his head in his hands he can't believe this. He had to figure out why David was doing this, but he didn't want to ruin what was left of this almost perfect date. Blaine had started driving, but Kurt was too lost in his raging thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings.

Blaine pulled into the parking lot of a popular Italian restaurant. It was 5-stars and if Kurt had been paying attention, he would have had a fit as soon as he saw where they were headed. When Blaine got out the car, Kurt was still too engulfed in his raging thoughts to move. Blaine went to his side of the car and opened the door for him.

"Kurt, sweetie, we're here," Blaine said softly, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt looked and his eyes got wide. "Why are we here? You can't bring me here."

Blaine chuckled and helped Kurt out the car. "We're here to have lunch. And yes I can bring you here."

"I don't want you to spend so much money on me. Especially our first date," Kurt whined.

"Too bad. It's my money and I can spend it how I want, and I want to spend it on you. On our first date. Now suck it up and let's go," Blaine smirked at his choice of words.

"There's been plenty of sucking today," Kurt finally allowed himself to be happy since he received the text.

"And there will be plenty more after the movie after lunch," Blaine smiled.

Kurt rolled his eyes and allowed Blaine to pull him into the restaurant and to a semi-private table near the back. They took their seats across from each other and waited for their waitress to come and take their drink orders.

A short woman came over to them, her name was Taylor, and took their drinks and then hurried off to get them. She came back moments later and took their lunch orders. She gave them a confused look when they ordered the most expensive dish on the menu. Normally Blaine would have snapped at her, but seeing as how Kurt was in such a bad mood because of the text, he didn't want to risk anything.

So he just dismissed her with a look that could kill and then turned his attention back to Kurt. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Although he didn't say what 'it' is, Kurt knew what he meant. Should he tell Blaine the whole truth, or just the things he needs to know for right now? "David is just a bully. Nothing more, nothing less." That was all he needed to know at the moment. If their relationship was going to be more, or if David came even closer, maybe Kurt will tell his whole bully story, but until then. Blaine gets the generic version.

"He's just a bully that takes pictures of two guys kissing and then basically blackmails them?" Blaine asked, sipping his drink.

Kurt shrugged. "I guess so."

"Kurt, there's more to this story."

Kurt shook his head. "I don't want to ruin this. I'll tell you everything when you need to know it."

"I need to know everything now."

Kurt grabbed his hand and squeezed. "I promise, I will tell you everything when I'm ready. It's just too much and too painful for me to reveal everything right now."

Blaine looked at him with a reassuring smile and nod. "You'll tell me everything?"

"When I'm ready," Kurt nods.

Blaine squeezed his hand lightly and smiled. "Okay. I won't push you."

"Thank you. But what are we going to do about him?"

"I don't know yet. I want to come out my own way, but I'm not going to be blackmailed into doing it."

"I can talk to him," Kurt shrugged.

"Alone?" Kurt nodded. "No, no way. I'm not letting you anywhere near him by yourself Kurt."

"I'll be fine. But I'll just wait until he texts us."

"Kurt, I don't think you should do that."

Kurt squeezed his hand. "Blaine, I'm a big boy, I can handle David." But deep down, Kurt was scared shitless. He didn't know what to expect from David. What if David wanted something sexual from Kurt or even Blaine? Could Kurt handle that kind of thing just so they could keep Blaine in the closet at school?

Blaine searched his face and saw all the doubt behind his statement, but he didn't want to push it. "You have beautiful eyes. What color are they?" This was his way of changing the subject, and by the way Kurt was blushing, he was doing a good job.

"Glasz," he smiled.

"They're gorgeous." He reached across the table and moved a piece of fly away hair from Kurt's forehead.

"I love your eyes too."

"Thank you."

The waitress came with their food, still eyeing them.

"Excuse me, but is there an issue?" Blaine asked.

She looked at him like he was speaking out of turn. "I'm just trying to figure out how two teenagers can afford this meal."

Oh dear God no.

"Does it matter?" Blaine asked.

"Actually it does, if you're planning on dining and dashing," she snapped.

"Baby, drop it," Kurt said softly.

"No, she thinks I can't afford this meal. I want to speak to your manager, right now."

She rolled her eyes and pulled out her walkie talkie. "Hey Mitch, I have two kids here that want to talk to you."

A staticy response came back.

"The semi-private area."

Another static response came through and she put her walkie talkie away. A few moments later, a tall man came over to them. He was a young man, no more than 30 and he was good looking.

"Hello, how can I help?" the man asked the boys.

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn't believe this had gotten so far.

Blaine squeezed his hand in a reassuring gesture, telling him everything was going to be okay. "Yes, Taylor here thinks my boyfriend and I are going to dine and dash."

"Is this true Taylor?" Mitch turned to look at the girl.

"Come on Mitch, these are kids. There is no way in hell they can afford this meal," she basically was whining.

Blaine scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't appreciate being discriminated against because I'm young. Yes I'm 16, he's 17, this is our first date, and I wanted to make it special. But this woman has fucked it up. But don't worry about it, my mother, Alexandria Anderson, will be filing a lawsuit against your establishment." Blaine was pissed but was calm at the same time, it kind of freaked Kurt out.

"You're an Anderson?" Mitch asked, his jaw dropping.

"Yes I am, does that change anything?" Blaine asked.

Mitch turned and looked at Taylor with such anger, she physically shrunk in size. "You are fired. You have all of five minutes to get all of your shit and get the hell out. On your way, go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare these two meals to go."

Taylor nodded and ran away.

"I am so sorry Mr. Anderson," Mitch apologized.

"Call me Blaine, please," the younger boy smiled.

"Blaine, would you wish to take your plate's home or just the newly prepared meals?"

"Both would be nice, I can give one to my mom and Kurt can give the other to his dad."

"Very well sir," Mitch smiled and walked away.

Kurt looked at him and laughed. "So were you ever going to tell me that your parents are famous?"

Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt's knuckles. "They're not famous. Before my dad went crazy and shit, he and my mom had the biggest law firm in Westerville. Well, Mom still has it and my step dad is her new partner. They worked on some big cases, including that one case when that man killed his wife and kids and said he didn't do it a few years ago. Now that Dereck is partner, they have branched out. He was already pretty famous himself before him and Mom hooked up, but with them both together, they take nationwide cases."

"Anderson and Anderson turned into Anderson and Lewis," Kurt smiled. "Did your mom take his last name?"

"Yeah, her name is legally Alexandria Lewis, but for the sake of the practice, she kept it the same. That's the only thing she has kept of my dad, well except me and Coop, but we're not going anywhere and we have the option of taking Dereck's last name," he shrugged.

"Are you going to?" Kurt asked.

"I doubt it, I like my name the way it is. Blaine Devon Anderson."

"I like it too," Kurt giggled.

"Thank you."

Mitch came back with a bag with two boxes with their lunch in it and two more boxes for the plate's sitting in front of them. "Here is your meal sir, free of charge. Your next visit will also be free, just ask for Mitch."

"Thank you so much."

Mitch nodded and placed everything on the table and left them. Kurt shook his head and started packing up his lunch. "You are something else Anderson."

"And you thought this was a bad idea," Blaine giggled.

Kurt looked at him in mock horror. "It almost was! I totally saw you cussing Taylor out."

"I started too, but I didn't want to get loud in front of you," he shrugged.

Kurt shook his head and put his box in the bag. "Where to next boyfriend?"

"Home to refrigerate our food, and then I'm taking you to the movies. And then we're going to go to your house to get you an overnight bag because, you." He got up and walked over to Kurt and put his hand on Kurt's cheek and stroked it gently. Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine knelt down in front of him and moved his lips close to the other boy's. "Are. Spending. The night. With me."

Kurt swallowed and closed his eyes. "Sp-spend the night?"

"Mmhm, my parents are in Aspen on a case. Cooper is working on set of a movie in LA, so I have the house to myself, and I really don't want to be alone," he whispered. His breath ghosted over Kurt's lips, sending singles straight to his cock.

Kurt swallowed again, but he opened his eyes and stared into Blaine's golden eyes that were full of lust and want. "We c-can't…I-I'm n-not giving it up."

Blaine placed his lips on Kurt's briefly. "I know. I want to earn that entrance. We can do whatever you want, if you come over."

"I want to. My parents are in Cincinnati so they won't miss me."

"Come on then," Blaine smiled and stood up. Kurt got up and grabbed the bag and Blaine's hand, they left the restaurant and headed for the car.

Blaine took Kurt to see Magic Mike, it gave Blaine some ideas for their little sleepover. It was still early when they left the movie and the late summer sun was shining brightly in the sky.

"Okay, let's go get you some clothes," Blaine smiled when they pulled into Kurt's driveway.

Kurt jumped out and ran inside and up to his room, Blaine following closely behind. Kurt got to his room and found his Cheerio duffle bag, emptying its contents on his bed and proceed to pack an overnight bag. He grabbed everything he needed for one night away from home. Once he was finished he put the bag down and searched for his phone charger.

"Ready," he announced once he found it.

Blaine beamed at him and started down the steps with following behind.

The drive to Blaine's house had Kurt on edge. Blaine lived in a part of town that Kurt has only dreamed of living in. Kurt had always thought when his dad made it to congress, they would move there, but Burt didn't want his new job to change them, so they stayed in their old house. Kurt wasn't complaining or anything, he just wanted the perks of being a congressman's son. Maybe he can get used to Blaine's money.

They pulled up to Blaine's house, no his mansion and got out.

Blaine pulled the older boy inside the house and up to his room. "Tour first and then we can go for a swim."

Kurt just nodded and put his bag down on Blaine's California king bed. Why does a 16 year-old have a California king bed? Looking around the room, Kurt was in awe. The room was white and red, Ohio State colors. There was a black futon opposite of the bed and on the wall next to it was a huge TV. There was a grand piano in a corner. There were posters everywhere that displayed Katy Perry, P!nk, and Ohio State players. A straight teenage boy's room.

"You're room is so straight," Kurt whispered.

Blaine giggled. "I know. But this isn't a façade, I love Katy Perry and P!nk and I'm a die-hard OSU fan."

"I like it though," Kurt smiled.

"Thank you."

Kurt walked over to the piano and stroked the keys. He started playing the beginning of Mackelmore's Same Love. Kurt got into it and sat down and played more. Blaine stood by the piano and started singing:

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k, trippin' "
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league"
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don't know
And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don't know

Kurt came in with his beautiful voice

And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

Blaine picked it back up.

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we're saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that's not important
No freedom till we're equal, damn right I support it

(I don't know)

Kurt looked at Blaine and started singing again.

And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

Blaine sat down next to Kurt and leaned his head on the taller boy's shoulder.

We press play, don't press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all
But it's a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it's all the same love
About time that we raised up... sex

Kurt smiled and sung his heart out.

Kurt and Blaine both finished.

Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind

Kurt played the beginning melody again and stopped.

"That was amazing," Blaine breathed, looking in Kurt's eyes.

"We sound amazing together."

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and slipped his tongue in the boy's hot mouth.

"You're defiantly are going to get into glee club."

"I just need a song to sing," he shrugged.

"You'll think of something."

Blaine smiled and pecked his lips. "Change into something you can go swimming in and then I'll give you the grand tour."

Kurt got off the piano stool and walked over to his bag. He slipped his shoes and shirt off in one swift motion, Blaine watching him intently. Kurt took his pants off and put them, along with his shirt, in his bag and turned to look at his boyfriend. "Enjoying the show?"

"More than you'll ever know," Blaine smirked, getting up and walking over to Kurt.

"Hmm," Kurt hummed and kissed him. "I need some trunks."

"We could go skinny dipping."

"We're not skinny dipping. Find me some trunks or you're not touching me tonight."

Blaine's breath hitched and he quickly found Kurt some swimming trunks to put on and directed him to the en suite bathroom. Kurt skipped to it and changed into the too big shirts. He tied the string tightly, but they hung off his hips in a way that felt weird to him, but he was comfortable with it. He came out the bathroom and Blaine had changed as well.

"Ready?"

Kurt reached for his hand and Blaine took it and led him through the house. Blaine showed Kurt the other bedrooms on the same floor as his room, and his parents' home office. They walked up the steps and he showed Kurt his parent's room which was grander than his own. There was a den next to the bed room and a huge bathroom. They walked back downstairs to the first floor that housed both a living and siting room, as well as a grand dining room and a large kitchen. Behind the kitchen was a glass wall that showed the gorgeous backyard with a in-ground pool and hot tub. There was a trampoline in a corner that set off from the pool and hot tub. There was a pond with a rock wall surrounding it. Blaine took Kurt to the basement that house a theater room with a small refrigerator and microwave for snacks. This house was truly grand.

"This is gorgeous," Kurt exclaimed at the end of the tour.

"Thanks. Come on, let's go swimming." Blaine ran up the steps and outside, Kurt quickly following.

Once outside, Blaine went to the shed and grabbed two towels and placed them on a beach chair. Kurt watched him as he jumped into the pool. Kurt was more nervous to jump with fear his shorts would come off, but watching Blaine float around he wanted to get in to. He ran and jumped in the pool, splashing Blaine in the face with his back splash.

He came up for air a few seconds later and wiped his eyes. He looked around and didn't see Blaine. He felt hands on his waist and he was quickly pulled underwater and was being held by Blaine. Kurt struggled to get free but it was no use. Blaine had him tight and he was beginning to panic. Blaine sensed it and let him go.

They both surfaced and Kurt was desperately trying to regain his breathing. "What…the….fuck….Blaine?" he gasped out.

Blaine wiped his face and looked at his boyfriend. "Sorry, I didn't think you would panic like that."

Kurt glared at him through burning red eyes. "You scared me."

Blaine swam over to him and hugged him. "Sorry, I won't do it again."

Kurt sighed and hugged him back. "It's fine."

Kurt smiled and kissed him softly and laid his head on the shorter boy's shoulder. Kurt released him and fell backwards and began floating. Blaine swam around him, humming a song to himself.

A few hours passed and the sun was finally setting, cooling the air down. Kurt was now sitting in the hot tub with his eyes closed and Blaine was on a beach chair near him half asleep. A cool breeze over his damp body woke him with a start.

"Kurt?" he asked sleepily.

Kurt opened an eye and looked over at his boyfriend. "Hmm?"

"Time to go in the house sweetie."

Kurt opened both his eyes and yawned. He got out the hot tub and grabbed a towel and stumbled into the house and up to Blaine's room. It was freezing and by the time he reached the bedroom, his teeth were chattering. Blaine was behind him and he wasn't soaking wet like Kurt. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend from behind him and kissed his neck.

"Let's take a shower," Blaine whispered.

"T-together?" Kurt was shivering.

"Nothing's going to happen and you're freezing, we don't want you to get sick, come on." Blaine led Kurt to the bathroom and turned on shower and closed the door. "I'm going to set your clothes out, let the steam warm you up." Blaine left the bathroom and placed Kurt's pajamas on the bed along with his own. He walked back in the bathroom and Kurt was lying on the floor wrapped in two towels.

"Come on sweetie, let's get in the shower," Blaine said, helping Kurt up and into the shower.

The hot water fell over both of them, warming them up quickly. Kurt was holding onto Blaine, breathing him in as the hot water warmed him up.

Blaine held him close until he stopped shivering. Even then Kurt didn't want to let him go. "Let me wash you off," Blaine said softly. Kurt nodded and stepped back.

Blaine grabbed his body wash and quickly washed him and then himself. He pulled Kurt back to him and stood under the water to rinse off quickly. Once they were washed and rinsed, Blaine turned the shower off and helped Kurt out. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around Kurt and then himself and led Kurt to the bedroom. He sat him down and quickly turned the air conditioner in his room off and helped Kurt get dressed. Once his boyfriend was dressed, he put him under the covers and then got himself dressed.

Blaine climbed into bed and pulled Kurt close to him. Kurt instantly clung to Blaine and wrapped himself around him.

Blaine kissed his forehead and started humming Saving All My Love for You by Whitney Houston until they were both sleeping holding each other, taking in each other's warmth.