An update on Sunday night, as promised! I am really, really appreciating the comments I've been getting, they make me glad I did actually post this.
They didn't talk about the kiss. After it happened, honestly, it was as if it had never happened. Blaine wasn't upset about it, though. He understood that Kurt had probably just been confused and acted on an impulse and immediately regretted it. And that was fine. He was just glad that it had happened and it was of Kurt's own will.
Christmas morning with his parents was stony at best, and he had opted to not wake up Kurt. Not only would his parents probably find it odd (pets were rarely present at family functions such as meals or, of course, Christmas festivities, if the word 'festivities' could be applied here), but also he liked to keep his parents and Kurt apart as much as possible.
Returning to his room with boxes full of mostly clothes and the latest things teenage boys had to have, he found Kurt stretched out across the couch on his stomach, wings drooping lazily as he idly traced patterns on the carpet with his index finger. When he heard Blaine come in, his wings perked and he looked up at the doorway. "Hey."
"Merry Christmas, Kurt," he said, a smile growing on his face as he flicked on the light switch.
"Merry Christmas," Kurt replied with a yawn, making no move to sit up.
"Hold on," he said, opening his closet doors, "I've got something for you."
Kurt furrowed his brow. Sitting his, he asked, "You got something for me? You didn't have to do—"
"But I wanted to," Blaine replied, groaning as he lifted a brightly-wrapped package from the shelf. Walking over to Kurt, he set it on the couch next to him.
Kurt turned to grab it, widening his eyes as he felt how heavy it was. "What did you put in here?" he asked. "Bricks?"
"A bunch of rocks, but close enough," Blaine replied, grinning.
"This is too much," Kurt protested.
"Nothing is too much for you," he replied, smiling at him.
Blushing, Kurt moved his hand to where a ribbon was tied around the box, making no comment but a simple raised eyebrow as if to say how gay it was, even for a gay guy, and pulled the ribbon slowly loose.
At the top of the box there was a blue green scarf.
"I saw it and thought it matched your eyes," Blaine explained, wringing his hands nervously. "But if you don't like it, I could return it or—"
Kurt cut him off my leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Smiling meekly at Blaine, he said, "I love it. Thank you."
Blaine grinned widely. Feeling a new confidence because of Kurt's reaction, he said, "There is more." Which, obviously, there was. No one fills a box with inexplicable heaviness just to put a scarf in it. That was a ridiculous thing to do
Kurt looked down into the box. It was full of books.
He lifted a few books from the box as Blaine explained, "I noticed that you read a lot, but I wasn't sure what you'd like so there are a bunch of classics and some the bookseller recommended. You mentioned Fahrenheit 451, so I thought you might want a copy of that. Unless you hated it, in which case we have it anyways."
"You're way too nice to me," Kurt said, clutching a book to his chest.
"I'm making up for all that time of no one being nice to you," he replied with a shrug. He took in a deep breath, and before he could think twice about it, he forced himself to say, "And I ask one thing of you in return."
Kurt looked up at him, nervousness clear in his eyes. "Hm?"
"Kurt, I… could you please explain to me what we are?" Blaine asked.
"Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, shifting awkwardly as his hands took a sudden interest in feeling the scarf on his lap.
"You know I'm in love with you. And… the other day you kissed me and I figured you regretted it but just now you kissed me again and I don't know if that was just, like, a friendly kiss or maybe you felt obligated to kiss me because I'm your owner or something, but I just sort of really need to know where we stand, because I am confused," he said. The longer his speech had gone on, the quicker and more panicked his words became because this was a bad idea and Kurt was never going to speak to him again because he is always doing things like this to make him feel uncomfortable and why was Blaine so stupid?
"I…" Kurt sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not going to say I love you, because, well, honestly, I don't. I have no idea what love really is. But I like you. I really do. And I kissed you because I know this is going to be my only opportunity."
"What?" Blaine asked, frowning. He was sure Kurt could hear his heart beating. "Why?"
"You know why, Blaine," Kurt said quietly, his voice sounding resigned.
"I'm not sure I do," he replied.
"Alright, let me count the reasons," he said, his voice gaining an edge to it. "First of all, because you're perfect. You're rich, you're handsome, and you are easily one of the nicest people the world has ever seen. Someday some lucky guy is going to come and sweep you off your feet and you'll run off into the sunset together and have a beautiful family together."
You, Blaine wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. I want you to be the one I ride off into the sunset with. Only you!
"But that's not the biggest thing, of course. I know for a fact what the biggest thing is. It's the fucking reason we ever met," Kurt said, his eyes filling with tears that Blaine wasn't sure whether they were from anger or sadness. He also wasn't sure he wanted to know. "I have wings, Blaine. You know what that makes me? A freak. A pet. A thing to be had." Blaine opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Kurt carried on, "And I know you don't see it that way, but everyone else does. I'll always be yours, but you'll never be mine. People would never accept us and you and I both know it."
"I don't care what anyone says or thinks, Kurt," Blaine replied quietly.
"But you should! You are an amazing person and you shouldn't have to settle for becoming an outcast because you think you love your pet and you want—"
"Kurt, Kurt, stop right there," he said, shaking his head. "Let me make this clear right now. I do not, nor will I ever, regardless of what you say, care about what anyone has to say about you, or us. If I cared about what people said about me, I would be a scared little boy hiding in the closet right now, with some bleach blond pet." This wasn't entirely true. He still at times felt hurt when he remembered some of the things people had called him at his school before he went to Dalton. But, once again, when trying to make a point, you always leave things out that make your argument seem invalid. "But I'm not. I don't give two shakes what anyone says.
"But this really, really isn't about what anyone else thinks. This has nothing to do with anyone but you and me," he said, reaching around the now-forgotten box of books between them and grabbing Kurt's hand. "And I love you, and you like me, and I don't see any reason why we can't make ourselves happy and just be…" He hesitated, not sure what to call them. 'Boyfriends' was definitely too much. "Us. Just be us."
Kurt didn't say anything. After a long moment of silence, he finally asked, "Does being us involve kissing and riding off into the sunset?"
Blaine raised his eyebrows. "If you want it to," he answered. He held his breath, waiting for Kurt's answer.
"I want it to," he said softly, and that was all Blaine needed to hear to banish the box to the floor and wrap his arms around Kurt, kissing the corner of his mouth as he went.
"I love you," he whispered into Kurt's ear, not missing the slight shiver Kurt gave at the sensation.
"Merry Christmas, Blaine," Kurt replied happily.
"I have something," Blaine announced as he walked into the living room a few days later.
"Care to be more vague?" Kurt asked.
Blaine rolled his eyes and held out a DVD box to Kurt.
"The Notebook?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, really," he said. "I was going to get you a copy of the novel for Christmas, but apparently they didn't have it. Kind of ridiculous, actually. I'm pretty sure it was a bestseller."
Kurt eyed the DVD box for a moment before nodding. "Okay."
"You want to watch it?" Blaine asked hopefully.
"Sure," he replied with a shrug.
Putting the DVD into the player, Blaine said, "Just to clarify, I know that when we went ice skating I said one week, but the line is actually two weeks." Much like arguments, you can leave out or alter things about references to suit your needs.
"Thanks for the trivia?" Kurt said, looking at Blaine curiously.
"I say this because," Blaine said, giving Kurt a hard look, "I know you like to try to prove me wrong." He took a seat on the couch, grabbing the remote.
"Right you are," he said. Frowning at the space between them, he added, "Get over here, Blaine."
There was no holding back the grin that spread across Blaine's face as he scooted down the couch towards Kurt. As Blaine fast forwarded through the ads before the DVD's menu, Kurt leaned over and laid his head on his shoulder.
Two hours later found Kurt curled up in Blaine's arms, shoving his tear-stained face into the curve where Blaine's neck met his shoulder as the credits rolled. "Why did we watch that?" he whined.
"Did you not like it?" Blaine asked, suddenly feeling very nervous that he might have made a poor decision.
"I loved it," he replied, "but it tore my heart out."
"Aw, Kurt," Blaine said, trying and failing to keep the smile out of his voice. It wasn't his fault that Kurt was so adorable.
"Is that normal?" Kurt asked, sitting up and looking at Blaine. "Are all movies like this nowadays?"
"No, not all movies are like this," Blaine answered, lifting his hand to Kurt's face and rubbing away a tear. "The Notebook is pretty known for making people cry."
"So what you're saying is that you like to see me suffer?" Kurt asked, pouting.
"Well, no," Blaine said, a grin creeping across his face. "Really, this was rather clever of me."
"Oh?" he asked. He knew from the look on Blaine's face that he was up to something.
"Now," Blaine said, leaning forward until their faces were barely an inch apart, "I can kiss you and make it better. How does that sound?"
Kurt chuckled, closing the space between their lips before Blaine had a chance to.
It was rare for Kurt to take control in one of their kisses, and though Blaine always enjoyed kissing Kurt (after all, how often did you have the chance to kiss a real angel?), he decided that it was a definite treat to have Kurt's tongue pressing at his lips to gain access instead of the other way around, to have Kurt's hands grabbing at his face when he hesitated.
After goodness knows how long (because when you kiss Kurt, you don't, believe it or not, even think to sneak a peek at the clock), Kurt pulled away, taking in a long breath with a smile on his face.
"Now Kurt," Blaine said, leaning back against the couch cushions and grinning up at the boy in his lap, "I believe I said the purpose of that venture was to allow me to kiss you and make you feel better."
"Well, I don't know about you, but I feel better," Kurt said, smiling. Leaning forward and kissing Blaine's cheek.
"I'm glad to hear that, Kurt," Blaine said, smiling as Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's, "but, see, as you may have noticed, when I start something… I like to see it through."
Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Blaine's lips crashed against his and Blaine's hands seized his shoulders, moving them to lay along the couch with Blaine on top of Kurt. His wings were pinned underneath him somewhat uncomfortably, but at that moment he didn't much care because Blaine was on top of him. He was suddenly hyperaware of Blaine's entire body, from his feet, which were tangled up in Kurt's, to his tongue, which was, actually, in a similar situation to his feet (which, as a point of clarification, was tangled up in Kurt's tongue and decidedly not his feet). It was the sort of kiss that Kurt had only read about—that made your skin feel warm and made your toes curl in the best way possible. Clearly he wasn't the only one who felt that way, as evidenced by the fact that Blaine had just moaned loudly into Kurt's mouth. It just felt absolutely right.
Until, of course, something came along to ruin the moment. Because, after all, there always had to be something to ruin the moment.
Neither Blaine nor Kurt had noticed the sound of the door opening, and only noticed the newcomer into the room when he cleared his throat.
Blaine sat up quickly, and even though Kurt was terrified because of the fact that Mr. Anderson had just walked in on him making out with his son (even if that was the intent with which he bought Kurt for Blaine, it was still jarring to be walked in on), he still felt a thrill seeing Blaine's lips red and swollen from kissing him.
After a moment, Blaine's father nodded slowly. "Just needed to grab this," he said, picking up a notebook from the coffee table and making his way back to the door. As he was about to leave the room, he turned around. "Use protection," he said to Blaine. Leering at Kurt, he added, "You wouldn't want to catch anything from that."
For a second, Blaine froze, angry but unsure what to do about it. He wasn't, after all, one to lose his temper. From time to time, though, you really needed to. "His name is Kurt, and there is nothing at all wrong with him and I love him!"
Blaine's father started, and then let out a long sigh. "Trust me, you're just telling yourself that," he said stiffly. "It's not possible to fall in love with a pet."
"It is, though, because you know what, Dad? He's more than just some pet," Blaine snapped.
Blaine's hand was clenched in a fist and Kurt discretely reached up to gently stroke his wrist, feeling Blaine shaking slightly. "Blaine," he whispered.
Blaine's father shook his head slowly. "These delusions are exactly why you'll always be a disappointment," he said before disappearing out of the room.
Blaine sighed, letting himself droop down against Kurt's body once more, nuzzling his face against Kurt as he took a deep breath in. "He—he's wrong, Kurt. He's got to be, right? He's wrong," he mumbled into Kurt's chest. "You're not just some pet. You're an angel. You're my angel. I know because you're amazing and beautiful and perfect and Kurt, do you know what angels do? Well, some people say they save people. I believe it. You saved me."
"Blaine…"
There was a sniffle, and Kurt's heart clenched as he realized that Blaine was crying. "So he's got to be right, right? I grew up thinking that he was always right and I never wanted to disappoint him or—I just… I tried, right? So fucking hard and he just…" Blaine's voice trailed off.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered to him, pressing his nose into Blaine's hair. "Don't… don't listen to him." He wrapped his arms around Blaine's chest, wishing he knew more about comforting someone. No doubt, Blaine would know how to comfort him if the tables were turned—they had been before, after all.
"Why shouldn't I, though?" he whined miserably. He was being childish, and deep-down he knew it, but being around Kurt and just being so damn in love had made him temporarily forget that he had problems (because, as you'll recall, being rich does not solve all of your problems).
Kurt frowned. Gently, he lifted a hand from Blaine's side and grabbed his head, tilting it so he looked him in the eye. "Because, Blaine…" he blinked, his lips forming the beginnings of a smile as he spoke, "maybe my standards are low, but I know you'll never disappoint me. And you know why?"
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Why is that, Kurt?" he asked.
Kurt took a breath in, the way one does when steeling themselves before saying something risky or important, and said, "Because I think… I love you."
Blaine's eyes went as wide as saucers and his jaw literally dropped at that, and for a second Kurt was terrified that maybe Blaine had realized that he didn't really love Kurt or maybe he—
"Mmph!" Kurt's panicked train of thought was cut off by Blaine's lips on his once again. But just as soon as Kurt was about to reach his hand up into Blaine's hair, the other boy pulled back abruptly.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he said quickly, "You didn't just say that because you're my pet and you feel obligated, do you? I get why you would do that, since my dad just… But I really, really hope you didn't, because I swear to God, Kurt, if you did, it will literally break my heart and do you even know—"
"Blaine, baby, stop," Kurt cut him off, though truth be told he thought that it was absolutely adorable. But he didn't want to make the boy he loved suffer. "I wouldn't do that."
He felt Blaine relax on top of him, though he still fretted his bottom lip between his teeth. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"I…" Kurt took a deep breath in. This was it; this was his only opportunity to back out and take it back, to try to change things back to the way they were before. He knew that that realization should have sent a sense of panic or urgency or something through his body, but instead all he felt was a sort of electrifying warmth coursing through his veins and settling deep in his stomach. If that wasn't love, he had no idea what was. "Yeah. I am absolutely in love with you, Blaine Anderson."
If anyone were to ask what noise Blaine made, the best word Kurt would be able to find to describe it would be that Blaine 'squealed'. He was grinning widely, his hazel eyes glittering in a way that made Kurt wish he'd realized he loved him earlier because there was just so much happiness in them at that moment he could hardly stand it.
The next few hours were spent in near silence as the pair kissed and cuddled and simply basked in the fact that they were young and in love as the DVD menu for The Notebook played on repeat.
Kurt had read a lot of books while he was in the facility; it was a good way to maintain thought and to pass the time. He hadn't allowed himself to read many romance novels, though, because he knew that in doing so he'd just set himself up for disappointment. So he didn't know much about love stories beyond the fairytales he'd had his mother and father read to him when he was younger. So maybe it was naïve of him, but still, he decided that what he had with Blaine, was the greatest love story of them all.
Blaine held up a sweater, looking at it with furrowed eyebrows.
"Should I bring it?" he asked, looking up at the bed, where Kurt appeared to be having some difficulties with a blanket. He had pulled it around his shoulders to keep him warm, but in doing so he had pulled down his wings uncomfortably and now seemed to be trying to find a better way.
"Hm?" Kurt looked up to see Blaine giving him a questioning look.
"This sweater," Blaine said, slightly shaking the sweater in his hands, "should I bring it back to Dalton with me?"
Kurt eyed the sweater with a frown. "Do you want my honest opinion?" he asked.
Blaine sighed. "Do you think that I am going to wear it enough to make bringing it worthwhile?"
"I think the better question is should you wear it."
"That bad, huh?" Blaine asked, lowering the sweater to his lap.
"Even worse," Kurt remarked. "It looks like something a grandfather would wear. A blind grandfather."
"Okay then," Blaine chuckled as he tossed the offensive piece of clothing onto a pile beside him and lifted another sweater from the drawer.
Before he could even ask, Kurt was nodding vigorously. "You are bringing that," he said.
Blaine glanced up at him with a smirk. "Is there something you like about this sweater, Kurt?"
Kurt's cheeks reddened immediately. "Well, it, ah… I just, arms."
"Eloquent as ever, Kurt," he commented, pulling himself to his feet and leaning forward to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Sitting back down on the floor, he asked as nonchalantly as he could, "So, you like my arms, do you?"
Kurt blushed, looking down at his hands awkwardly. "Well, I, um…" he mumbles, carefully inspecting the lines on the backs of his fingers, even his wings shuffling awkwardly behind him.
"It's fine if you like looking at me, Kurt," Blaine assured him. Leaning his arms on the edge of the bed in a way that had to be intentional, he added in a low voice, "I don't mind at all."
Kurt nodded slowly but didn't say anything else. He moved so he was lying across the bed on his stomach, giving Blaine a quick peck on the lips. Ever since he had told Blaine he loved him, he had been more and more willing to randomly show affection, and Blaine appreciated it.
Smiling, Blaine turned back to his pile of clothes. He hummed to himself as he looked over his clothes. To fill the silence, he started talking absentmindedly as he sorted. "I mean, I'll need to bring some winter clothes, but not too much since I also need to have room for my spring clothes because I don't want to have to come back here to pick anything up if I don't have to." He paused, folding a cardigan and setting in on the floor next to him. When Kurt didn't say anything, he continued talking, "I'm not even sure why I'm thinking so much about this. I have to wear a uniform at Dalton, after all, so it's not like I'll be wearing these clothes much.
"Though, actually, I'm probably putting this much thought into this is because you always judge me if I'm wearing something you don't approve of," he said. Chuckling, he expected some snarky comment about how he wouldn't have to judge Blaine if he only just wore decent clothes, but nothing came. Flicking his eyes up to the bed, he saw that Kurt was frowning. "Kurt? Is everything alright?"
"Oh, it's just… am I going to Dalton with you, or…" he trailed off, looking anywhere but at Blaine's face.
"Is that even a question?" Blaine asked, frowning. "I mean, seriously?"
Kurt frowned, sitting up on the bed. Pulling his wings protectively around his body, he said quickly, "I'm sorry I asked. I know it was a silly thing to think. I know that most pets' masters just leave their pets at home when they go—"
"Are we really back at this point again, Kurt?" he asked, cutting him off before the rant got any further.
Kurt blinked. "But I—"
"Kurt, you are coming with me, no ifs, and, or buts about it," he said.
"Are you sure? I mean, it'll probably be inconvenient having me around, and won't your friends think—"
"Stop, Kurt, stop right there," Blaine said, shaking his head. "We are not going back to this. I love you, and if you think that I'm just going to leave you here by yourself, you are insane."
"Your friends—" Kurt protested weakly.
"Will not care. The Warblers are the greatest guys you'll ever meet, and they won't judge me for who I love," he said. Smiling, he added, "In fact, I bet they'll be happy to see that I'm in love." He lifted Kurt's chin from where it was laying on his arm and kissed him gently.
"Will they like me?" Kurt asked. It was one thing to be happy that your friend was in love, but it was another thing entirely to like the person your friend loved.
"They will love you," he replied.
"Even though I'm a pet?" he asked.
"Especially because you're an angel," Blaine replied, moving so they both sat on the bed. He leaned forward and kissed each corner of Kurt's mouth before giving Kurt a feather-light kiss on the lips. Leaning his forehead against Kurt's, he whispered, "But even if they don't love you, which they will, it doesn't matter. Because I love you, and that's all that matters."
Kurt smiled brightly. "I love you, too," he whispered in reply.
Blaine decided that he could get back to sorting through his clothes later. He wasn't leaving until the next afternoon, anyways, and Kurt was just so beautiful and adorable. Just like at the Christmas tree farm, Kurt pulled him close and pulled his wings around the both of them as they laid together, basking in love the way two young people in love would do.
Kurt sat on the front porch, watching Blaine grow more and more frustrated as he tried to arrange his bags in the back of his car. The longer he watched, the more clear it became to him that Blaine was terrible with spatial relationships. He was also glad that he had his thick, brown wings to keep him warm in the lightly falling snow. Blaine had said that it would just be a few minutes, but it was going on half an hour and Blaine was still having difficulties.
Pushing himself to his feet, he walked over to the car and leaned up against it.
"Troubles?" he asked.
"I'm just really bad at suitcase Tetris," Blaine said with a frown.
"Suitcase Tetris? Really, Blaine?" he said, though he was holding back a laugh. Moving to look at the trunk and the bags that need to go into it, he gestured for Blaine to step back. "I'll show you how it's done."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Kurt had all of Blaine's things arranged in the back of the car. Closing the trunk, he said brightly, "See? Nice and easy." This comment was met with a snowball hitting him in the wing. He shook his wings to get the snow off, then turned around to look at Blaine, one eyebrow raised.
"No one likes a show-off, Kurt," Blaine said, pouting.
"I was not showing off, I was just trying to help," Kurt argued.
"By showing off," Blaine said, walking up to his side of the car.
"We are not having this conversation," he said, shaking his head slowly as he opened the door to the passenger seat.
"Right," Blaine said. He got into the car and put the key in the ignition. "You get to pick what we listen to unless you make a poor decision."
Kurt sighed, settling into his seat. "You have such faith in me."
"But I love you, though," he protested.
"That's not going to work forever."
"I'll take my chances."
When they got to Dalton, Blaine insisted on taking Kurt on a tour of the campus, saying that since Kurt would have so much free time while Blaine was in class, he should get to know where he could spend it.
After a tour that was just vague enough that Kurt would probably get lost in spite of, they brought things up to Blaine's dorm room, which had to be on an upper floor in a building with a broken elevator.
As soon as everything was in the room, Kurt went into one of Blaine's bags and fished out a bag of toiletries. "I am sweaty and I need a shower," he announced before disappearing into the bathroom.
Blaine chuckled and shook his head fondly, admiring the other boy's dedication to his cleanliness. To pass the time until Kurt returned, he set himself to the task of unpacking his clothes into his dresser drawers.
The door to the room swung open, and through it walked a blond boy with a duffel bag on his shoulder and dragging a suitcase behind him. He set the duffel bag down on his bed as he flopped down on it with an oomph. "Hey, Blaine," he greeted, "You beat me for once! Finally figured out how to put things in your trunk, eh?"
Blaine laughed as he turned to face his roommate. "No such luck, Jeff," he replied. "I had help."
Jeff nodded, sitting up. "Maybe someday," he said.
"Someday," he agreed, sitting down on the edge of his mattress.
It seemed that it was at this moment Jeff had finally taken inventory of the room around him, and frowned down at the floor. "Hey Blaine, what's with all the feathers? This is almost as bad as that time that Pavarotti was sick and Trent thought it would be a good idea to—whoa."
Jeff's eyes had gone wide as he looked at something over Blaine's shoulder. Grinning knowingly, Blaine turned around to see Kurt stepping out of the bathroom, neatly dressed with his hair damp yet perfectly in place (how he did it, Blaine would never understand).
"Oh," Kurt said, seemingly just as surprised at Jeff's presence as Jeff was by his.
"So who's this?" Jeff asked even though the answer was fairly obvious if he noticed Kurt's wings, which were large enough that there was really no way he didn't. To be fair, though, he still looked completely dumbstruck by the fact that Kurt was there, even though he was not, by any stretch, the first pet he'd come into contact with.
"Oh, right. Jeff, this," Blaine said, standing up and slipping his hand into Kurt's, "is Kurt. And Kurt, this is Jeff, my roommate."
Eyeing their joined hands, Jeff raised his eyebrows. Most masters opted to make it clear they owned their pet by keeping a possessive arm around their waist. The sight of Blaine and Kurt's hands, perfectly slotted together, was a far more caring, romantic-seeming gesture than he was used to seeing. "Are you…?" he began, his voice trailing off as he realized that he wasn't sure exactly how to say what exactly he was asking.
"Yes," Blaine answered. "Whatever it is that you're about to ask, chances are, the answer is yes."
Jeff bit his lip, nodding slowly. "There are, actually, a lot of questions I have," he said, looking between the two boys in front of him.
Kurt's eyes widened. "We're not having sex!" he exclaimed. As soon as it came out of his mouth, he seemed to realize what he had just said and snapped his jaw shut, his cheeks reddening.
The blond looked for a moment like he was trying his best to not react, but that quickly turned to loud, boisterous laughter that had him doubling over. After a moment during which Kurt shifted from foot to foot awkwardly, Jeff recovered enough to say, "Blaine, you've got a keeper!"
Blaine grinned. "I like to think so," he said brightly, looking over at Kurt and squeezing his hand.
Jeff looked at them, smiling. "Are you guys, like, boyfriends?" he asked, because that was the first question he had wanted to ask.
"Um…" Kurt mumbled awkwardly, looking over at Blaine. It wasn't a conversation they'd ever had before. He'd never brought it up, since it was a relatively taboo thing for a pet and its master to actually date, much less have labels like 'boyfriend'.
"Of course!" Blaine affirmed, grinning widely.
"Good," Jeff said, nodding approvingly. "It's about time you got a hand to hold." There was a look on his face when he looked at Blaine that Kurt couldn't identify.
That look, though, made Kurt a bit uncomfortable, though, but not in a jealous way. It was in a way that made him think there was more to this story that met the eye, and he didn't like it. "Oh! I forgot to brush my teeth," he said, pulling his hand free from Blaine's and turning to go back into the bathroom. He closed the door but left it open a crack so he could hear if they spoke.
Which, of course, they did.
"He really cares about personal hygiene," he heard Blaine remark. "It's adorable, especially when you try to mess up his routines. It's a really good thing he's out of that facility. I don't know how he survived it."
Jeff chuckled. "And that's a good thing," he said. "You've got those hearts in your eyes again, and for once the boy's making them at you, too."
"Since when did you become such a romantic?" Blaine asked, his tone surprised.
"Hey, now," he replied, "I can be serious when I need to be. And I just want you to know that I'm really, really happy for you. And now I need to go find Nick, and we can get all the Warblers that are already here together and we can rag on you!"
Blaine laughed, and Kurt could just see him rolling his eyes fondly. "There's the Jeff I know," he said.
"You know it!" Jeff said, followed by the sound of footsteps. "I'll be right back." The door opened and closed.
Kurt brushed his teeth quickly, his heart feeling oddly heavy at the realization that Blaine had had unrequited love in his past. It made sense, of course. Not that there was anything wrong with Blaine, but from what he had gathered, love seemed to be unrequited more often than it was returned, especially if you were gay.
Blaine appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, knocking with the back of his knuckles on the door. "Hey, are you hungry?" he asked. "Because I'm pretty sure that whatever Jeff has in mind probably involves food. He and Nick have bottomless stomachs."
Kurt glanced over at Blaine out of the corner of his eye as he rinsed of his toothbrush with great care. "That's lovely," he said with a laugh, trying to hide the fact that the idea of meeting a bunch of Blaine's friends at once terrified him.
But Blaine, who had seemed to become more and more attuned to Kurt's thoughts and feelings as time went on, noticed. "Hey now," he said, reaching out and gently caressing Kurt's right wing. "What did I tell you?"
"They're going to like me," he repeated.
"Right," he said. "And I wasn't lying. Jeff liked you, and if Jeff likes something, then Nick likes it, too. And if Nick and Jeff like something, well, everyone else ends up liking it, too, even if they don't like it immediately."
Kurt's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine cut him off.
"But, they're going to like you right away, so it's not a problem," he said. "Unless one of them tries to steal you. Because you know what, Kurt?" He leaned forward towards Kurt, his voice lowering. "You are mine."
That was the most completely, undeniably possessive statement Blaine had ever made towards him, and Kurt would be lying if he said that it didn't send an excited shiver down his spine.
Blaine's lips captured his, and he immediately moaned into Blaine's mouth. He would have been embarrassed, but at that moment his mind was stuck on the way Blaine had practically growled the word 'mine' and no one had even looked twice at Kurt yet. Just a few weeks ago he would have panicked at the idea of Blaine getting possessive over him, but right now it just felt really good.
He slipped a hand up onto the back of Blaine's neck, tangling his fingers in the loose hairs on Blaine's nape as he tilted his head to get a better angle. And then there was just Blaine's tongue against his, his body exploding full of sensation and the thrill at the idea of being completely owned by Blaine even though technically it was already a reality. Maybe it was because Blaine had, from the very start, made it clear that their relationship would not be a usual pet-master relationship and why was he even thinking about this when Blaine was doing such amazing things with his mouth? Blaine nipping gently at Kurt's tongue made any vestige of thought disappear from his mind and he leaned into Blaine to get just that much closer—
"Oh my god!"
The startled exclamation made Kurt and Blaine spring apart in a way that you usually only actually saw in movies, and would have been comical if they hadn't just been walked in on by two of Blaine's friends.
"Jeff, I thought you said that Blaine's pretty boyfriend said they weren't having sex," a boy, presumably Nick since that was who Jeff had gone to get, said, eyes wide as he looked Kurt over.
"Maybe he lied! I don't know," Jeff whimpered in reply. "Oh, god, it's like walking in on your parents. Or at least your dad and some guy."
"A pretty guy, though."
"Uh, Nick?" Blaine said at about the same time Kurt mumbled an awkward 'thank you,' refusing to look up at any of them.
"So, Nick just sent out a mass text and we're going to grab a late lunch with everyone that is here, and we are going to pretend that didn't happen," Jeff said, his face red. "Plan? Plan." He turned to leave the room.
"But Jeff, I haven't been introduced to the pretty guy yet," Nick whined.
"Alright, fine," Jeff said. "Nick, this is the pretty guy, who is also Blaine's boyfriend. Apparently he and Blaine make out. And Kurt, this is Nick. He thinks you're pretty."
"That was the worst introduction ever," Nick said, frowning.
Blaine chuckled, stepping forward. "Nick, this is Kurt, my boyfriend," he said. "And Kurt, this is Nick. He's… let's just say you never want to be alone with him and Jeff."
"It's nice to meet you," he said to Kurt, looking more pleased with this introduction. He moved to shake Kurt's hand, but hesitated, looking over at Blaine. "Can I…?"
Blaine sighed. "He may technically be my… property, but we're just going to all ignore that and treat him like a normal person," he said tiredly. He had known that trying to introduce Kurt to other people would be an interesting experience, but he hadn't entirely thought about just how difficult it would be.
"Right, sorry," Nick said. "Some people get weird about it." Turning back to Kurt, he grinned widely, offering his hand out to shake. "It's so nice to meet you!" When Kurt extended his hand, Nick shook it with much gusto.
"Likewise," Kurt said, a small smile crossing his lips. The brunette's enthusiasm was infectious.
"Let's go get some lunch," Jeff said.