Hey guys! So, first of all, I am soooooo, soooo, so, so, so, so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I have a lot more excuses this time, though. I had a really busy weekend (seeing Young the Giant, War Horse, and One Direction at the Today Show) and my teachers have just been pounding me with work. I've also been writing this story for my gifted and talented program for a contest, and that's very time consuming too. (If anyone's interested in reading it so far, PM me, I can send it to you :D) I am back, and I promise to try to keep updating often. Sorry for the delay again. You guys are awesome!
THIS HIATUS IS KILLING ME.
Was anyone else very please with the sex riot? Haha what kind of question is that? OF COURSE YOU WERE. And "8"? And Chord being a pedophile on twitter? Yes. All good things while we wait, of course.
On another note, is anyone else upset about how the Lima Bean was kind of… I don't know, sentimental to Kurt and Blaine, but now that Sebastian has kind of ruined it for them, it's not as special? I mean, is it just me? Am I crazy? Plus they're never there just the two of them anymore, and I thought that it was a very "Klaine" place, but now its not. :( I'm odd. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Although, I kinda wish I owned Darren Criss. And Chris Colfer, I would give him to my friend Lucas.
Chapter Eleven: Confessions and Introductions
"Mistletoe," Kurt breathed, looking up at the doorway above him.
"Mhm," Blaine agreed, squeezing Kurt's hand. "You know what that means."
"I do," Kurt responded, moving his gaze to Blaine's sparkling hazel eyes that had a significant green to them at the moment. The little sprig of a plant above the two boys wasn't the only thing that showed that the holidays were in the air at Dalton. Poinsettias colored the common rooms and hallways. Lights and holly wrapped around the stairwell side rails. A mistletoe sprig only hung above one doorway though - being at an all boys school - and it was right in Jeff and Blaine's entrance. It was Jeff's doing, of course, not with Blaine's consent either. Blaine had just assumed that his roommate just wanted another excuse to make out with Nick. "Well, it is tradition," Kurt said after a moment, his eyes flicking back to Blaine after staring at the green bundle for so long.
The duo had just returned from singing "Baby, It's Cold Outside" in the commons, Kurt helping Blaine rehearse for the gig he had landed. Their singing was interrupted many times by kisses over the couch; eventually they had made it through the song - Kurt playing coy and Blaine chasing him all over the room.
His boyfriend just squeezed his hand again and said, "This has to be a special kiss, because… well, we kiss a lot." Kurt smirked. "This has to be our mistletoe kiss."
"Oh? And how do we make this kiss special?"
"It has to be slow, sweet, and perfect."
Kurt tore his eyes away from Blaine's, looking down bashfully. "Every kiss I have with you is perfect," he whispered.
"I love you," Blaine said softly, pulling Kurt into a hug and holding him close. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck and their eyes never broke apart from each other.
"I love you, too," Kurt breathed, his breath ghosting onto Blaine's face, making the latter shudder. "Mistletoe," Kurt reminded Blaine, who was lost staring into Kurt's eyes that were shining such a brilliant blue, that he could barely focus on anything else.
"Right," Blaine said, slightly dazed from the trance Kurt's eyes put him in. Both boys slightly angled their heads, eyes still meeting, and closed the distance between each other. At the contact, their eyelids fluttered shut and they embraced the warmth radiating from each other.
The kiss was slow. It was tender and sweet, their lips moving in perfect synchronization. Blaine's hands subconsciously rubbed up and down the sides of Kurt's lower torso, nearing his hips and moving up again. Kurt took the loose curl at the nape of Blaine's neck between his fingers and spun it around. Slowly, Kurt's tongue found its way into Blaine's mouth, carefully and leisurely mapping out the familiar space, relishing the taste of coffee and Blaine. Neither boy knew how long the kiss lasted, but neither cared. When they pulled apart, they desperately needed oxygen and their cheeks were flushed.
"Perfect again," Kurt murmured, removing one of his hands from Blaine's neck and onto his face, gently thumbing his cheekbone.
"I think it'll always be perfect with you, Kurt," Blaine purred honestly, his voice low and soft.
"Always?"
"Always."
"I'll see you the 26th?"
"I think so," Blaine responded, bending down to grab a bag from under his bed. Kurt not-so-nonchalantly stared at his ass, and Jeff noticed, winked at him, and went back to his book. "I'm really excited though, Kurt. What do you have in store?"
Kurt twiddled his thumbs and walked a few steps to flop onto Blaine's bed, taking off his shoes first. "Well… y'know what you were saying at Sectionals? About meeting the New Directions?"
Blaine nodded. "But didn't I-"
Kurt interrupted him. "Yes, I know you already met some of them, but those were only the girls. I was thinking that maybe you could come out to lunch with us New Direction guys?" His last sentence was more of a nervous question.
Blaine sat down on the bed next to Kurt and gave him a soft kiss on the temple. "That sounds great," Blaine told Kurt softly.
A small smile wrote itself on Kurt's face. "Oh, good! I'm not nearly as close with the guys as I am with the girls, but they're still my friends, and they've certainly come a long way from tossing me in dumpsters."
Blaine chuckled lightly. "That's good. I'm excited! Do you promise me a movie after lunch, though? I'll have the Christmas cuddles!" Blaine made grabby hands, tightly wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, and pulled him onto his lap. Kurt squealed.
"Blaine!"
"What? Maybe my Christmas cuddles are coming a little early this year!" Blaine exclaimed, nuzzling Kurt contentedly and sighing into him.
Kurt made no move to get away, but ticked, "Ah, ah, ah, young man, you still have three days until Christmas!"
"Don't care! Cuddle now!"
Jeff raised his head from his book. "Get a room!"
"We have one," Blaine groaned.
"Go to your other one, then! I honestly don't see why you need to be here if you have Kurt's room all to yourself," Jeff pointed out.
"You're fun to bother," Blaine responded coolly, "but we'll go now, just to please the ever sassing diva."
"Thank you, Blaine. Now I can read in peace!" Jeff waved his copy of 1984 around in the air and narrowed his eyes.
The couple chuckled. Blaine gently lifted Kurt off of his lap and stood, taking his hand. Kurt stood after him, slipped on his shoes, and they quietly left the room - sharing a quick, two second peck under the mistletoe - and chuckling at Jeff's discontentment.
When they arrived at Kurt's dorm, Blaine broke out his puppy dog eyes straight away. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his blazer, and crawled onto Kurt's bed, messing up the previously unwrinkled sheets and pulling the soft lavender blanket over him like a cocoon.
"Blaine!" Kurt scolded, his eyes wide at his now disorderly bed.
"What?" Blaine mumbled, his voice muffled by the sheets. "Come cuddle with me!"
"Blaine! I still need to pack a few things and change. I have to be home by seven, it's already 4:15, and I've done nothing!" Kurt began to shuffle about the room, straightening things and putting several objects aside that he wanted to bring home with him. "It feels like I haven't seen my family in forever! I stayed here with you last weekend, y'know."
Blaine sat up. "I know, love. Just fifteen minutes, I promise. I just want to have you as long as I can because we have to spend three whole days apart." Blaine spoke sarcastically at the end of his sentence and pouted.
"You are such a child," Kurt said, relenting anyway, and putting down the small duffle bag of things he began to pack.
"You love me anyways."
Kurt scoffed. "Now you're just fishing for compliments," he told him, slipping off his shoes again and crawling into Blaine's cocoon.
"Hey! You're the one who calls me baby. I can't help it if I'm a child," Blaine pointed out, unraveling the blanket from around himself and gently laying it over the two of them. Kurt merely giggled in response and pulled Blaine into him. (They had discovered that Blaine had a thing for being the little spoon.) They relaxed, and Blaine's eyes fluttered shut. He took Kurt's hand and thumbed small patterns on the back of it and over his knuckles. "See? Isn't this nice?"
Kurt hummed in agreement and mumbled, "Fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes," Blaine repeated soundly, turning in Kurt's arms and kissing him on the lips passionately.
"You're helping me remake my bed after this," Kurt warned Blaine.
"Mmhh… of course," Blaine murmured, and then began to pepper soft kisses on Kurt's neck.
"Apparently, Blaine is having an introduction this lovely Christmas break," Jeff announced to the few Warblers that were still present at Dalton. Blaine glared at him, although that was what he got for having an open conversation with Jeff in the room. Cameron, Jesse, Wes, David, and Thad all turned to look at the blonde with interest.
"To Kurt's dick?" Cameron asked excitedly, bouncing in his seat and looking at the lead Warbler.
"No!" Blaine exclaimed, shoving Cameron off of the armrest of the couch he was sitting on next to him. He hit the floor with a thump and an 'oof.'
"Asshole," Cam grumbled, standing up and moving to the other side of the room, sitting next to Thad on one of the bigger couches.
"Carry on," Wes said, not at all phased by Blaine and Cameron's little ordeal.
Blaine shot glaciers at Jeff, who simply tuned it out. "So," Jeff restarted, crossing his legs and sweeping his hair out of his eyes, "apparently little Blainers is having a nice little meeting with Kurtie's Nude Erections."
"So it is his dick!" Jesse exclaimed.
Blaine scowled. "The New Directions," he corrected irritably, straining the i in the word.
"Yeah, but nude erections are more fun!" Jeff exclaimed. Wes, David, and Thad laughed heartily, and Cameron and Jesse were practically in tears on the floor due to the hilarity. Blaine stayed scowling. Jeff didn't find it that hilarious - he was just being honest - but he wasn't complaining that he made his friends laugh. "But seriously, he and Kurt are going out to lunch with the men of the club."
"Fraternizing with the enemy!" Wes exclaimed, mock gasping. Blaine narrowed his eyes at him, and his scowl only grew worse. "Kidding, man! Do whatever you want. God, you're really pissy when Kurt's not here."
"Am not!" Blaine defended. "Maybe a little pissy because I have to go have dinner with my dad who 'doesn't mind that I'm gay, but doesn't want it flaunted in his face' and was 'fine with it' - in the most unconvincing way - when I told him I got a boyfriend. Woohoo. At least Mom will be happy."
"Oh, sorry, B," Wes apologized, smiling.
"Will Coop be there?" Jesse asked, grinning at the thought of Blaine's older brother who he admired.
"I hope so. I mean, I think. New York doesn't always allow him to come home. I really need to catch up with Cooper. I haven't seen him since August."
"Well, we hope he's there for you, bud," Thad said.
"Yeah, Blaine," David agreed.
"Thanks, guys. I'm gonna call it a night though. I still have to call Kurt, and I have an early morning tomorrow." He smiled halfheartedly, waved, and got up from his spot on the couch. His friends waved him off, saying their good nights, sympathy laced in their voices.
"Kurt's home!" a voice exclaimed as soon as he opened the door to his house. Once he walked in and set down his messenger bag and duffle bag, he was immediately wrapped in a pair of strong arms and pressed against a lanky figure. When he was finally released, Kurt composed himself, smoothing down his shirt, and smiled. "Hello, Finn."
"Kurt! I missed you, bro!" Finn exclaimed.
"I missed you, too, Finn." Kurt responded. Both brothers smiled as a bubbly Carole came into the room, grinning.
"Kurt!" she exclaimed.
"Hi, Carole! It's good to see you!"
"Oh, good to see you, too, honey," she replied, wrapping Kurt in a hug.
"Where's my dad?" Kurt asked. He had missed his dad so much over the past few days that he hadn't seen him. Kurt loved being at Dalton, but missing his family was one of the biggest downfalls of being at a boarding school. He missed being able to talk to his dad every morning and night, and telling him about his day. He was upset about missing several Friday night dinners. He rarely did so since the heart attack. Whether he admitted it or not, he also kind of missed working the Sunday morning shift at the garage.
"He's in the kitchen probably snacking on something he-"
"I was eating grapes, thank you," Burt interrupted, smiling. He was standing the doorway to the kitchen. "Come 'ere kiddo."
Kurt sprang forward into his father's arms, hugging tightly. "Hey, Dad."
"How you doing, kid?" Burt asked, releasing his son and sitting down in the den next to where Finn had settled comfortably on the couch.
Kurt smiled, looking back on the past few amazing weeks he's had at Dalton. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine. It had been quite the time one at a boarding school could have. "I'm fabulous, Dad. I'm really doing well." Kurt's happiness shone through his voice.
Burt could hear so. He was so thrilled to know that his son was happy. "That's great, Kurt. I'm glad to know you're doin' well."
"Thanks, Dad," Kurt responded, taking a seat on the couch too. Carole bustled off to the kitchen at the beep in the oven, signaling the finish of the chicken. There was a tiny silence, then Finn whooped loudly at the T.V. where some game was on the screen. That caught Burt's attention, and he turned to watch. Kurt sighed, thought not disappointedly. He knew that his family was all right. Things were like he never left already. It seemed to get quicker every time he got home. He dragged himself off of the couch and into the kitchen, deciding to help Carole with dinner.
"So, how's this Blaine kid treating you?" Burt asked through bites of food.
Kurt's eyebrows rose up as he swallowed his water, then set down his drink. "Like a perfect gentleman," he answered honestly, smiling at the thought of his boyfriend.
"Good," said Burt gruffly. "Do you mind if we talk a little after dessert, jus' the two of us? Carole made pie."
Kurt smiled. "Sure, Dad."
The four ate in silence for a few moments, Finn wolfing down everything in sight, Kurt picking here and there. He wondered what his father could possibly have to talk about with him by themselves - was it about his boyfriend? He shuddered internally at the possibilities.
"Hey, Kurt?" Finn spoke up out of the blue.
"Hmm?"
"Will I ever be able to meet your Warbler buddies? I mean, Blaine has met most of the New Directions already. They sound really cool."
Kurt grinned at his brother's interest in his friends. "Of course, Finn. You'll just have to come visit Dalton one weekend. I'm sure the Warblers will love you. Jesse and Cameron will welcome you with open arms." He laughed lightly at all of the possibilities of what the two would do to publicly humiliate a newcomer.
"Sweet!" Finn exclaimed.
"Speaking of Blaine meeting the New Directions… I have a proposition for you."
"A what? A position?"
"A pro-po-si-tion, Finn. Proposition."
"Oh, uh, what is it?"
"I was wondering if you could maybe get the New Direction boys to come out to lunch with us at Breadstix on Sunday so Blaine could meet them? I think they'd get along really well."
Finn grinned. "That sounds awesome, bro! Sure, I'll ask them. Just all the guys?"
"Yep," Kurt said, taking another bite of his chicken. "He's already met the girls. They came by Dalton last weekend."
"Oh, yeah! They were talking about that. You had the Competition Week thing, right?" Kurt nodded. "So, how was that? What was it?"
Burt and Carole turned their heads in interest. Kurt knew this was going to be a full blown story, so he took another sip of his water and got ready to do some talking.
Blaine parked his car, walked up the driveway and through the garage. He noticed that neither of his parents' cars were home, and Cooper's was parked neatly. He entered his house and at the resounding 'beep beep beep' of the security system that went off every time a door to the outside was open rang out, he called, "Honey! I'm home!"
At the sound of his voice, footsteps came from upstairs. Blaine looked up to see a speedy Cooper, barreling down the steps.
"B!" Cooper exclaimed as his feet hit the floor, running over to his brother and hugging him tight.
"Coop, I love you and I missed you and all, but you're kinda squeezing the air out of me," Blaine puffed out through short breaths.
Cooper dropped his arms immediately. "Sorry, B."
Blaine rubbed the back of his head, but then remembered that there was gel in it. He started to walk towards the kitchen and said, "It's fine, Cooper. How've you been?" He grabbed a paper towel from beside the sink and wiped his hand off. Then Blaine reached into the fridge, grabbed a Coke, and leaned against the counter, facing his brother who sat on one of the chairs across from him.
"I've been good! College is treating me well, but I've been really, really busy recently - not that you haven't." He winked.
"Oh, my God, Cooper!" Blaine exclaimed, trying to reach over the counter to slap his arm. He failed miserably as Cooper leaned back in the chair he was perched in.
"Don't lie, Blaine." He smirked. "Speaking of which, how is Kurt?" A dopey smile appeared on Blaine's face. "Awesome. I have some fun stories to tell you that couldn't really be told over the phone."
"Oh, those kind of stories," Cooper said, still smiling smugly.
"No! Get your mind out of the gutter!" he exclaimed seriously. After about a five second pause, he burst out laughing. Cooper joined him, because Cooper's mind was always in the gutter. "But seriously, they're not like that." Cooper raised an eyebrow and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Okay, maybe some of them are like that, but not most. I'm still a virgin, no worries Coop. You can still claim to have no reason to be proud of me."
Cooper chuckled, and feigned disappointment at Blaine's virginity. "Okay," he drawled. "We really need to catch up though, little brother. I mean, I know we literally haven't gone a day since… well since, y'know, but those are usually a quick text or a two minute phone call. I hate our busy schedules." Blaine murmured his agreement. "Come on, I'll grab a beer and we can catch up on the couch."
Blaine smiled and pushed off from where he was leaning on the counter, grabbed his Coke, and walked into the living room. He plopped onto the couch and propped his feet up on the footrest in front of it. Cooper came in soon after, a Budlight in hand, humming softly under his breath. When he sat down, something occurred to Blaine.
"Hey, where are Mom and Dad?"
Cooper thought for a minute. "Uh, Dad's at like, some meeting or whatever, and Mom's out running errands. She was out to lunch with a friend before that."
"Where are they due home?"
"Mom around five - she was going somewhere far, I don't even know - and Dad not until late."
Blaine glanced at his watch: 1:46. "Good, we have time then."
"Yes we do," Cooper agreed, sipping his beer. "So, what stories do you have for me?"
"Well, first, can I make a confession? Before the fun stuff?" Blaine asked worriedly, his eyes flashing all over the room.
"Of course, Blaine. You know I'll never judge you, even if you do something naughty," he teased lightly.
Blaine barely stifled a nervous laugh, and took a deep breath. "I lied to Kurt."
Coopers eyes widened, and he had to use all of his strength not to spit out his drink. "What?"
"I lied to Kurt," Blaine repeated slowly.
"About what?"
"I lied to him about the Sadie Hawkins dance. I lied to him, and told him I got away with only a broken wrist and a few bruises and cuts. Why didn't I tell him?" Blaine asked, not really directly at Cooper, just out of anger.
"I don't know, B. Do you trust him?"
"Yes! I love him, Cooper."
"Do you think he'd judge you?"
"Never. He's gone through just as much bullying as me, just not as severely hurt. He transferred schools because of a death threat, Coop." Cooper looked shocked. "I just don't know why I lied. He was being so kind to me, caring, and then I just made that stupid lie up!"
Cooper thought for a moment. "Would you not want to be exposed to him like that?"
"I wouldn't mind. He's told me everything, opened up as a whole. We've been talking like this since before we were dating. I guess I've just been taking a little longer to expose myself, y'know? Lay it all out on the line."
Cooper nodded. "I understand. You've been through a lot, Blaine." He paused. "What was going on that made Kurt kind and caring? I mean, was it more than usual?"
Blaine looked down. "Uh, yeah. I… he was, um…"
"Oh, my God! Are you sure you're still a virgin?"
"Coop, yes! I'm still a virgin. God, is everything about sex with you?" His blue eyed brother opened his mouth to respond, but Blaine kept talking. "Y'know what? Never mind. For you, yes it is." Cooper chuckled. "Seriously B, what was going on?"
"Well, he kinda found out about my boxing stress relief thing, and he got me to talk about it and stuff, and he was being so sweet. He took care of me. He didn't care or laugh if I cried. He kissed me to make me feel better. He would just tell me things… I don't even know. I explained everything to him, and then we like…" he trailed off embarrassed.
"Made out?" Cooper filled in. Blaine nodded. "Come on, dude. I'm your brother."
"So yeah. We made out and then he gave me this whole massage thing with oil and candles, but I was on my back, so he didn't see the scars. He didn't notice the time before that, either. Then we just kind of cuddled, and he sang to me, and we fell asleep.
Cooper's smirk returned. "Shirtless? Him too?"
"… at the end. While we were asleep, mostly."
"Okay," Cooper muttered, examining the situation.
"Coop! I don't know what to do now!"
"Oh, um… well honestly, bro, I think you should just tell him when you see him next, otherwise it'll just be eating away at you."
Blaine sighed. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"Nope!"
Oh, Cooper. Always one for being blunt.
Christmas came and went quickly.
For Kurt, the "Hudmels" experienced their first Christmas as a family, quietly celebrating. After opening presents at five in the morning - thanks to Finn - they had a wonderful home cooked meal by Kurt and Carole. It was a peaceful day, and it allowed for some lovely, much-needed family bonding for the new family of four.
For Blaine, there was a late morning exchange of presents, and then his parents went on their daily doings, as per usual. Blaine and Cooper spent the day together, just laughing and relaxing, still exchanging more stories, Blaine more of his happy ones like his wins at Competition Week and the performance. They were constantly smiling, not caring as much that they weren't celebrating as an entire family. At one point, Cooper went to take a shower, and Blaine sat alone in his room. A song replayed itself in his head, and he decided to let it out. He got up from his bed and went out into the hallway where a sleek, black baby grand piano sat. He gently ran his fingers over the keys, not pressing down.
He lightly hit the middle C. "Still in tune," he said to himself. Blaine sat down on the bench and positioned his hands, the notes to the song coming back to him. He took a deep breath and began to play, ready to let go of the feelings that the song so well described.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Some days, I feel my soul has left my body,
Feel it floating high above me, like I'm looking down upon me.
Oh ay oh, oh ay oh.
Start sinking, every time I get to thinking,
See he's yet to keep on moving, never stop to let the truth in.
Oh ay oh, oh ay oh.
Sometimes I feel like it's all been done.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one.
Sometimes I wanna change everything I've ever done.
I'm too tired to fight, yet too scared to run.
And if I stop for a minute, try to think about things I really don't wanna know.
And I'm the first to admit it, without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice flow.
Yeah,
I feel like thief who has no faith, made immoral by the grade,
Of the drugs you took that day.
Oh ay oh, oh ay oh.
Sinking, and the pain he's been inflicted, yet he's feeling like the victim,
Just the horoscopes to blame.
Oh ay oh, oh ay oh.
Sometimes I feel like a little lost child.
Sometimes I feel like the chosen one.
Sometimes I wanna shout out till everything goes quiet.
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born. He didn't question that anymore - he used to, though. He was happy now. He had Kurt. They were made for each other. He stood and began to press the keys harder, really getting into the song, oozing with passion.
And if I stop for a minute, I think about things I really don't wanna know.
And I'm the first to admit it, without you I'm child and so where ever you go,
I will follow.
Oh, yeah.
Baby you are just beautiful, from crown to your cuticles.
You held down my two sons.
You never frown when 'duty calls
You know me,
I gave you more than you can handle,
But you still keep a handle on it.
Even when I take something beautiful and vandal on it.
No more females,
Well how come email's got notes on a scandal.
It's like Eve with the apple,
A priest in the chapel,
Overcome by the devil's tackle.
I'm still shackled the bad till I know
I know, I'm such a hassle every time I let my thoughts go.
I get baffled.
So I hardly pause,
I just cross seas,
With these gnarly broads,
'Cause it hurts me just to see what I've finally lost.
So I guess I'm just a fiend, consumed by the scene,
The stage and screens where it's just me and Keane.
And if you stop for a minute, I think about things I really don't wanna know.
So I guess I'm just a fiend, consumed by the scene,
And I'm the first to admit it, without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice flow.
The stage and screens where it's just me and Keane.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh….
When he finished his song, he was breathing a little harder and his eyes fluttered shut.
"Intense, little bro," a voice said. Blaine's eyes snapped open, and he saw Cooper standing at the end of piano, his hair messy and wet, wearing sweats and a v-neck. "I run off for fifteen minutes to clean up a bit, and you go and take out your teenage angst through song. Wow." Blaine scowled. "You sound good though."
"Thanks," Blaine muttered, getting up from the piano bench and cracking his back.
"You that stressed about it?"
"I mean… a little. The song helped. I'll be fine. I just need a good night's sleep tonight."
"All right, B. Just let me know if anything's up, okay?"
Blaine's mouth stretched into a fake smile and said, "Anything for you, Coop." His voice was condescending.
"Even an unlimited amount of sexual innuendos without chastisement and you admitting that I'm the more attractive brother?" Cooper joked excitedly.
Blaine mock gasped. "Never."
They laughed.
It hadn't been too long since Blaine had been to Kurt's house; it had been about a month, when he came over for the Friday night dinner after they started dating. Yet strangely, he was nervous. His palms were sweating and all of the sudden he was scared that Burt was going to maim him when he found out that he lied to his son. Blaine was also unsure of what to do. Should he tell Kurt after lunch and be awkward and restrained and nervous the entire time? Or should he just get it over with and make Kurt sad - and possibly angry about being lied to? Blaine sighed as he turned into the driveway, but he didn't get out just yet. He weighed over his options. He definitely wanted to make a good impression on these guys that he was meeting, especially if they were anything like the way Kurt described them. Then again, he didn't want to make Kurt upset for this lunch or be upset for it himself. He groaned and nearly slammed his head on the steering wheel until he remembered that it would cause the horn to honk.
Eventually, he decided to tell Kurt before the meal. It may or may not have involved a lot of mental yelling and a coin toss, but after several minutes of pondering that's what he ended up deciding on. When he dragged himself out of the car, he was surprised to see Kurt leaning against his Navigator next to where Blaine parked. How the hell did I not notice that? Blaine thought to himself.
"Care to explain you were sitting in my driveway for ten minutes?" Kurt asked, flicking away a loose piece of hair and drumming his fingers against the side of his car once.
Blaine blanched, swallowed, and answered calmly, understatedly, yet truthfully, "Just thinking."
"About?"
Blaine thought a moment before answering, "Your friends."
Kurt smiled cheekily. "Nervous?"
"Honestly? A little."
Kurt's smile softened. "They'll love you." Blaine returned the grin and reached for Kurt's hand, pulling him upright. He then dropped his hand and pulled him into a big bear hug.
"Three days is too long," Blaine murmured, breathing in Kurt's scent. Although the time gave him an opportunity to think, he had still missed his boyfriend who he had become so accustomed to seeing every day.
"Mmhh… I agree." Kurt pulled back from the hug a little and looked Blaine in the eye. Blaine's honey eyes were orbs of gold, shinning happily.
"I do believe I never got my kiss hello," Blaine pointed out feigning nonchalance.
"Well," Kurt started, "I would be happy to bestow you with one." Kurt leaned down and gently kissed Blaine, nothing more than what it was intended to be: hello. They both smiled and rejoined hands. They walked into the house and Blaine was surprised by its near emptiness.
"Where is everyone?" he asked.
"Complaining about an empty house? Strange one, you are." Blaine rolled his eyes and Kurt giggled. "Finn's at Sam's. They'll probably be coming to lunch together. My dad's at the shop, and Carole is in her room, reading."
"So not totally empty."
"Not completely," Kurt confirmed, "but she won't bother us." Blaine smiled again and Kurt led them up to his room. They both settled in on Kurt's bed, cuddling comfortably propped up against the headboard, content in the silence in each other's arms. "I have no issue with snuggling, but do you want to do anything? I mean, we do have an entire hour to kill."
Blaine swallowed uncomfortably. Now was his chance. "I was actually planning to talk."
"Oh, okay. About anything in particular?"
Blaine took a deep breath. "Well, I kinda have a confession to make," he said, using similar words to when he talked to Cooper. Kurt's eyes widened immediately with a combination of fear and interest.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked worriedly.
Blaine took another deep breath. "I lied to you about something I shouldn't have."
Kurt's eyes filled with tears. "Are you going to break up with me? Do you not love me?" he exclaimed, jumping to conclusions and letting only the worst ideas fill his head. He looked panicked and anxious.
"Oh, no, Kurt, no! I love you, I promise," Blaine reassured, softly stroking Kurt's hair and pressing kisses to his forehead. "It's not you, or our relationship. It's…it's me." Kurt's head cocked in interest, eyes still tear-filled and expression still frightened. Blaine was unsure of where to start, so he decided to introduce Kurt to the topic that they were speaking of. "Do you remember the other day when you found me in the gym punching the bag, and we went back to the room and you were so perfect to me?" Kurt smiled faintly and nodded. "Do you remember what we were talking about? The accident that I said happened with my friend at the Sadie Hawkins dance?"
"Yes," Kurt barely whispered.
"Well, that's what I lied about…" As soon as Blaine said it, he knew that it came out wrong.
A single tear rolled its way down Kurt's check, and Blaine immediately thumbed it away gently. "Why would you lie about that?" Kurt whispered, rage present in his voice. "For sympathy? To relate to me or something?" More tears spilled down Kurt's face, but this time he pushed Blaine's free hand away. Kurt tried to wriggle his hand out of Blaine's, but the latter had a tight - not painfully so - grip on it.
"Oh, no, Kurt," Blaine cooed. "Listen to me, love, please. Let me explain." Blaine's voice was shaking, memories coming back already. Kurt stopped trying to pull away, but his shinning, story my grey eyes refused to meet Blaine's.
"Why should I?" he asked. "You lied."
"Kurt, please. I didn't lie about what you think. You're jumping to conclusions." He paused and his eyes fluttered shut as he breathed deep again. "I didn't lie about it happening; I lied about the consequences." Kurt let out a little gasp and said, "Consequences?"
"I-I… I didn't just get away with a broken wrist and some scratches. That was the lie. I… got hurt really badly. I was out cold in the hospital for five days. I had bad cuts. I still did have the broken wrist and a couple of fingers too. I… I have- hang on." His voice was shaking heavily and so were his hands as he pulled them away from Kurt's. Blaine pushed himself off of the headboard and began to take off his shirt.
Fag.
"What are you-" Kurt began.
Homo.
"Just look," Blaine said. "Closely," he added. There was a single, thick pink scar running along Blaine's torso. It was right at the bottom of his rib cage and was about two inches long.
Disgusting.
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt whispered, overwhelmed with emotions, now crying freely. "Oh, my God, and I was mean! Baby, I am so, so sorry."
Insulting.
Blaine's thoughts and flashbacks were eating him up, but he willed himself to be strong and not to cry - for Kurt's sake. He blinked back tears and shook his head of the memories, knowing that those boys were wrong.
"It's okay, Kurt. It's okay. Shh… don't cry," Blaine cooed, stroking Kurt's hair again.
Kurt took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. It's just not fair! We don't deserve this. You don't deserve this."
"I know. It's not fair. There's not much we can do, but right now we can just keep fighting and staying strong."
Kurt stopped crying and sniffled. He took Blaine's hand and stared deep into his boyfriend's big honey eyes, his own already brightening after the sadness. "They can't touch us, or what we have."
"I love you," Blaine said dreamily.
"I love you, too," Kurt responded. Blaine leaned over and kissed him softly. It was so full of love that it was like no other kiss that they had ever shared before. When they broke apart, it occurred to Blaine that he was still shirtless. He immediately crossed his arms over his chest, dropping Kurt's hand in the process. "Baby… don't do that."
"It's ugly. I hate it. The last time I was shirtless in front of you, I was on my back or half asleep, and the time before that I was too distracted by you." He flashed a quick smile Kurt's way, who blushed. "Plus, you know the story behind it now…"
"Please, don't hide it from me, Blaine. I love you for you, and this is just another thing that I love about you. I don't care if you have a scar. I don't care if you have a million scars. You're still my Blaine."
"Thank you," he whispered. "I was afraid that you'd think it's ugly or that you'd be mad at me for lying."
Kurt took Blaine's hand again ran his finger along his wrist, and then squeezed tight. "I can't be mad at you for lying, no matter how hard I try. I know that this is a very difficult thing to talk about. It's okay. Never forget that I'm here to understand and listen." Kurt paused, thinking. "I don't know if it's too hard for you, but do you think you could explain the whole thing to me? I understand if you're uncomfortable, though."
Blaine took an unsteady breath and nodded. "Yes… but first, can you kiss me, please?" He inwardly cringed at how whiny and pathetic he sounded, but was happy to see the soft smile on Kurt's face.
"Of course." Kurt leaned in and kissed him gently, yet more passionately on the lips than their last kiss. It lasted much longer, and Kurt waited for Blaine to pull away first. That was his kiss.
"Thank you," he breathed, slightly mesmerized by Kurt. Kurt just smiled in return and sat patiently, waiting for Blaine to speak. "Well… what exactly do you want to know?"
"Well… what happened to your friend?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
"I'm not all that sure… he got hurt just as bad as me, but after he was discharged from the hospital he changed all of his numbers, transferred schools, and never spoke to me or anyone else from school, for that matter, ever again."
Kurt let out a soft, "Oh."
"Yeah, it's sad though. He was nice. I think he was really traumatized by it."
"…Were you?"
"Honestly, yes. For the longest time, even at Dalton, I was scared. My freshman year I was still timid until around… now, actually. I mean, I told you how I made friends with everyone, and eventually it stopped haunting me so much. I became comfortable in my own skin again. But honestly Kurt, I wasn't totally at home again until I met you." Kurt gasped and smiled, but waited for Blaine to finish. "You helped me find me again, and I want to thank you for that, Kurt."
He had tears in his eyes by the end of speech and Kurt couldn't help himself. He put his hands on the back of Blaine's head, running his fingers through the gel, and pulled him forward so their lips met. He kissed his boyfriend so lovingly and passionately at once, it was almost too much to handle. At the same time, it wasn't. It was just what both of them needed to feel.
"I love you so much," Kurt breathed when he pulled away. "So much, Blaine, and you did the same thing for me." Kurt kept his hands threaded through Blaine's hair, staring into his eyes that were glowing.
There was a comfortable silence until Blaine broke it, his thoughts needing to be released. "Do… do you want to know anything else?"
"If you don't mind… how did you get the scar? I mean, I understand that they beat you up and they hurt you and you hit your head, but did… did they cut you?"
Blaine blinked hard in an attempt to fight off the memories. "Yes," he whispered. "One of them had a knife… They didn't get too deep, and they didn't cut my friend, but… it still marked me with something that I would have for the rest of my life."
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt murmured. He gently lowered his hand to Blaine's taut, muscular stomach and ran his thumb over the pink line that was the scar. He removed his other hand from Blaine's hair, smoothing it first, and put both of them on his shoulders. The countertenor then lowered his head and pressed a single kiss to the mark. "Gorgeous," Kurt whispered. "Scars and all."
"Thank you for understanding and being so good to me, Kurt," the tenor said after a few moments. "I'm so glad to have you in my life. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Kurt smiled faintly and slowly crawled into Blaine's lap, facing him, but not quite straddling him, with his legs off to the side. He dropped a kiss to Blaine's forehead and murmured against the skin, "I love you," for the third time that sitting.
"You, too, love. Is that all you want to know?" Blaine asked. Kurt sensed his need to drop the subject.
"Yes, baby, thank you. I know that was hard. Now come on, it's still snuggle and kiss time. I have more lavender candles with your name on them." They looked into each other's eyes and grinned broadly at the memory of the previous afternoon and the small joke Kurt made. Then they fell into a fit of giggles, glad that the rough conversation was over and they could just be Kurt and Blaine again.
"So you're the famous Blaine?" Mike inquired as the couple sat down at the booth.
"I am," Blaine responded cheerily, his mood drastically changed from the hour before at the Hudmel house. "Nice to meet you." Blaine stuck out a hand. Mike took it and they shook heartily. "From what Kurt has told me, I can gather that you're… Mike?" Mike nodded and smiled. "And you're Artie?" Blaine asked, sticking his hand out again.
"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Blaine."
"Likewise."
Blaine and Kurt sat down at the table set for seven, waiting for the other three boys to arrive. Just as Kurt was about to start a conversation about the latest glee shenanigans, Puck burst in through the back entrance of Breadsitx. He wasfollowed by a slightly ruffled young looking waitress, earning her a scowl from the other server on her shift.
Puck strode over to the table and plopped down next to Kurt, giving him a clap on the shoulder that he took grudgingly. "Hey, guys. Hello, some guy I don't know. Sorry I'm late; I was here ten minutes ago, but…" he trailed off, looking over at the waitress and winking.
Blaine tentatively reached across Kurt, slightly intimidated by this guy with the mohawk, and stuck out his hand to him. "Blaine Anderson. I'm Kurt's boyfriend."
"Oh! That's who you are. Nicely done, Hummel. He's a hobbit, but he's pretty cute. Good job." Everyone gaped at him at his last comment. "What? I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality to say we're all pretty hot. I'm not gay, guys," Puck grunted. Artie and Mike shrugged, this being seemingly normal for Puck. Kurt laughed and smiled, turning to Blaine who looked surprised, yet pleased.
"So Blaine, who's your favorite rapper?" Artie asked.
Blaine thought it over for a minute. "Does P!nk count as a rapper?"
Artie raised an eyebrow. "I mean… not really."
"Okay, Nicki Minaj."
"Oh, cool."
"What about you?"
"You expect me to pick?" Everyone at the table laughed. In the midst of their cackles, two more bodies appeared at the table. Finn and Sam sat down and greeted everyone with warm smiles and happy hellos.
"Hey, Blaine," Finn said.
"Hey, Finn! How's it going?"
"I'm good, man." Blaine smiled. "This is Sam Evans, the newest of the New Directions. He's really cool."
"Nice to meet you, Sam," Blaine greeted.
"You too, Blaine. Taking care of our boy, Kurt?"
"Yes!" Kurt interjected, knowing what was coming at one point in the meal.
"So, Blaine-" Puck started again.
"Oh, look! The waitress!" Kurt squealed, flipping his menu closed, glad that she was saving his boyfriend. Puck rolled his eyes, but ordered nonetheless. After everyone had told the waitress what they wanted for lunch, Puck leaned forward past Kurt and looked at Blaine.
"All right, curly top, you seem cool enough, but first we have a few rules to lay down." The New Direction boys nodded intently in agreement, and Kurt leaned back in his chair.
"Oh, my God," he groaned under his breath. "Really, guys?"
"Yes, Kurt, really," Finn said. Kurt rolled his eyes, and Blaine grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed tightly, not all fazed. Honestly, he had kind of expected this.
"First of all, Anderson," Puck continued, "don't be a dick. We N.D. guys aren't cool with that. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's totally cool that you like dick, but don't be one. We don't tolerate douche bags. Second of all, don't mess with our boy Hummel, here. I know he seems like glass, but he's not, kay? I've come away from throwing him in dumpsters, and I actually think he's pretty cool. So if you break his heart, we break your face. Sound good?"
Blaine grinned. "Sounds great, Puck. I promise to do the best of my ability to not be a dick, keep liking dick, and to love Kurt with my entire heart." Kurt smiled and squeezed Blaine's hand, then kissed him on the cheek.
"I love you," he whispered in his ear.
"You, too," Blaine responded quietly, swiping his thumb back and forth over the back of Kurt's hand.
"You know what, Blaine?" Puck said. "You seem pretty cool. But I have one more question for you: do you like football?"
Blaine's face lit up. He was going to get along famously with these guys.
So? What'd you guys think? I loved writing Cooper. Have you seen the asktheanderbros blog? Best thing ever! He will return, I promise. I imagine to be more like he is on that blog (cocky, funny, lighthearted, and perverted), but since this was such a serious topic, I wrote him seriously. Y'know? Okay yeah.
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