"I had a really good time." Kurt said as they were pulling up to his house. He twisted in his seat to see Blaine better. He'd been so nice the whole time.
"Me too." Blaine gave him that bright smile he'd been giving him all night, the one that made his insides squirm pleasantly. He parked the car and turned the ignition off, then turned to face Kurt fully. "You're a good date."
"You too." Kurt smiled shyly. He didn't exactly have anything to compare it too, but he'd had the best time he'd ever had with someone that night. "I really liked it."
"Good." Blaine said. He bit his lip… his lip… Kurt wanted to kiss him again. All night he'd been looking at those lips, wanting to taste them again. The memory of it had been haunting him… "You want me to kiss you…" Blaine said, his face suddenly much closer. "Don't you?"
"Yes." Kurt admitted, his voice coming out in a breathless whisper.
"I can do that." Blaine said and then his lips were on Kurt's. Kurt's heart just about stopped. He'd been remembering, but his memory had nothing on actuality. Somehow he'd forgotten just how WARM Blaine's lips could be… just how much it could make Kurt's heart flutter when Blaine moved JUST so.
Kurt pulled back just enough to suck in a big breath, Blaine following almost too quickly. Then they were together again, hands on hair and pulling each other closer. "Kurt…" Blaine moaned and then sucked Kurt's tongue into his mouth. "So hot."
"Blaine…" Kurt moaned, welcoming the intrusion in his mouth gladly. His blood was boiling in the best way. Fingers gripped his hair, pulling him in closer and closer. His lungs were burning, he couldn't breathe, but he didn't even want to right now. Right now he just wanted to keep kissing Blaine.
"You taste so good." Blaine mumbled and moved down to Kurt's neck, sucking harshly where Kurt's jaw met the column of his neck. Kurt groaned and stretched his head as far to the right as he could get it, giving Blaine as much room as he could.
"That's…" Kurt's eyes fluttered.
The most horrid noise Kurt had ever had the displeasure of hearing happened just then, Blaine's phone rang. Suddenly lips left Kurt's neck and Blaine was looking at his phone screen. That wasn't what he wanted AT ALL! He slid closer in the seat and touched Blaine's face, trying to pull their faces together again. Kurt CRAVED those lips…
"It's your brother. He's wondering where we are." Blaine said and it was like a bucket of cold water was thrown on Kurt.
He cocked his head. "He doesn't know we're on a date?" He asked carefully, staring at Blaine's face. The other boy bit his lip and sucked in a sheepish breath. "BLAINE!"
"I didn't want him saying anything weird." Blaine explained. Kurt narrowed his eyes and turned away from Blaine in the car seat. "He's very protective of you and he's not all that practical. You understand why this is only one date, he wouldn't."
"Blaine, I don't want to talk to you right now." Kurt growled out and opened the car door. "Once again you've managed to ruin my first date. You should feel accomplished." Then he slammed the door and sped walked to the house. He didn't look back at the stupid man sitting in his driveway as he resisted slamming his door. Just what he needed right now was questions from his dad.
"What took you guys so long?" Finn asked when Blaine had settled down in his room. "And why was Kurt all pissy?"
"Oh, I don't know." Blaine shrugged. "There was a lot of people at the coffee shop, and then we got talking about glee club. Remember how I said I was in one?"
"Yeah." Finn nodded and smiled, accepting that answer.
"Kurt knows a lot about music, I was impressed." Blaine sighed. "So, what've you been doing? Call of Duty?"
"No, Skyrim." Finn answered.
"Oh…" Blaine's eyes widened. "Show me." Finn grinned and turned back to his TV. The game unpaused and he was absorbed in.
Blaine's interest, which normally would have been totally captured, waned instantly. He felt terrible. The look on Kurt's face when he'd slammed the door, the way his shoulders had been held so tense as he stormed into his house, it ate at Blaine's heart. He really sucked when it came to this boy. Blaine bit his lip and sat back against Finn's bed.
Finn made a whooping noise and Blaine's eyes roamed over to the tall boy. He was so happy most of the time, and even when he did stupid things people still liked him. Something about Finn was endearing, and he'd been growing up so much. Last week when Blaine had been fanboying about a video game and calling for Finn to come over he had, without his shirt and toothbrush still in motion. At the beginning of the year he'd been too squeamish to even wear a T-shirt around Blaine.
But now Blaine was just distracting himself from the issue with Kurt. Fuck.
Kurt locked his bedroom door and put his earbuds in immediately. He wasn't one to blast music, he liked his hearing functioning perfectly thank you, but for once he was tempted. He shared a wall with Finn, and he didn't want to hear anything from Fucktard.
Still, his future career as a singer required good hearing so he resisted and simply put on something with a lot of percussion. Maybe all the clanging would drown out or blend in with anything happening next door.
Blaine lay awake on the couch, staring at the white popcorn ceiling. He'd tried counting the ridges but it had bored him, then he'd tried to make pictures out of them, but that hadn't held his interest either. All he could think about was Kurt and the way the happy smile had completely disappeared, to be replaced by anger and hurt. Blaine had been responsible for both expressions, and he wished he couldn't lay claim to the second. Kurt was so cute and little, he didn't want him to be unhappy. But that seemed to be Blaine's main talent. He could make Kurt happy, but he couldn't keep him that way.
It shouldn't bother him this much, he only knew the boy for a few days… But in those few days he'd met somebody really cool, who he wanted to get to know better. Who tasted so good and felt like heaven under his fingertips. Blaine closed his eyes and rolled over to face the back of the couch. Tomorrow he'd leave and he probably wouldn't see Kurt again for a long time. The family didn't visit Finn at college, he went home to them. In a way, it was possible Blaine would never see Kurt again.
Except that sounded like a terrible thing. Even just a few days and Blaine didn't want that to happen. He wasn't so enamored to think they should be in each other's lives forever. But a friendship wasn't all that much to ask.
Blaine bolted straight up.
But Blaine hadn't asked for friendship from Kurt.
He'd jumped from nothing to kissing to friends to a date to secrets. No wonder Kurt was freaking out. Blaine was being the king of mixed signals! And Kurt had never had anyone's signals to get crossed, he'd said so himself, if not in so many words.
Blaine grabbed his phone.
To Kurt:
From Blaine:
(1:49 am)
kurt, please keep reading this.
im srry. SO SRRY! i no i messed up a lot already, but can u please just give me one more chance?
From Kurt:
To Blaine:
(1:53 am)
I was asleep you know. And now I'm not, so you better have a really good apology for me. You suck.
To Kurt:
From Blaine:
(1:56 am)
i no, and i accept that. truly i do. im terrible and u dont, in anyway, have to forgive me for tonight.
all i can say for myself is that im afraid of finn. hes a big guy, and protective of his family. my friend sebastian asked him if he had a gay brother once, long story y, nd he just bout freaked out. sebastians a bit of a ho btw.
i didnt to explain to him, so i panicked when he asked. im srry, kurt. i rlly am. i didnt mean to hurt u w. this
From Kurt:
To Blaine:
(2:02 am)
Okay, so that's your reason for not telling him. I get that. Finn's harmless though.
To Kurt:
From Blaine:
(2:04 am)
m i forgiven?
From Kurt:
To Blaine:
(2:05 am)
No.
Blaine sighed and flopped back on the couch. Still not forgiven.
To Kurt:
From Blaine:
(2:07 am)
k, so how do i get forgiven?
From Kurt:
To Blaine:
(2:10 am)
Come up here and apologize to my face. Make me believe you.
Blaine's eyes widened. Wasn't Kurt supposed to have been asleep half an hour ago? Whatever, Blaine got up and sighed, looked at the stairs. Was he really going to do this?
His foot hit the first step. Yup, looked like it. As quietly as he could, Blaine crept up to Kurt's room. He knocked lightly on the door. "Oh!" He heard Kurt's surprised gasp from behind the barrier. Then the door was opening and Blaine was pulled in. "I can't believe you actually came up here."
"I don't like being in the dog house, no matter who's it is." Blaine shrugged. "I'm sorry I messed up Kurt." He said and looked at the boy. Aw, his pajamas were so cute, sweatpants and a tight shirt. Oh… he had a nice chest… BAD BLAINE!
"I don't believe you yet." Kurt said. "You've rationalized why you did it, and I can agree with that. My head agrees but I can't get my feelings to yet."
"I don't know what to say." Blaine sighed.
"You hurt me."
"I know."
"I don't like being hurt."
Blaine locked eyes with Kurt. "What can I do to make it better?"
Kurt bit his lip.