EDIT: See chapter 1
Though I honestly haven't had to change MUCH yet. I'll warn for when a big change happens.
Blaine got to school a little earlier than usual on Monday specifically so he could catch Kurt in the parking lot. They usually parked near each other, in the back corner of the lot, so they could see each other first thing in the morning and last thing before heading home. Blaine only had to wait five minutes for Kurt to appear.
He opened the car door and slipped out once Kurt was safely parked. "Kurt," he called. Kurt climbed out of his car, head popping up over the top. "I got you coffee."
Kurt sighed and trotted around the car to him. "Good morning to you too." He smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss, fingers wrapping around the cup in Blaine's right hand.
"I love you." Blaine sighed happily.
"I love you too," Kurt murmured against his lips. Then he pulled away, taking his coffee with him. "How'd you sleep?"
"Very well. You?"
Kurt bit his lip and pulled a face. "I kind of… I think we should go out on a date tonight. Well, not so much OUT, more like IN."
Blaine's heartbeat sped. "What?"
"I want to have sex with you again," Kurt said softly.
Blaine gasped. "You…do?"
Kurt nodded shyly looking away. "My dad's got a campaign dinner tonight that he's going to, Carole's going with him. We should have a few hours alone."
"Okay?" Blaine's voice came out much too high and squeaked. "I mean," he said, forcing his voice lower, "I mean okay. Yes. I'll come over."
"Okay." Kurt nodded. "Okay, good."
Kurt's insides were squirming and he had to remind himself to breathe. It was ridiculous, he shouldn't have been feeling like he was, but… but his stomach was flipping and bubbling and Kurt couldn't help it. His imagination kept skipping ahead to his alone time with Blaine, and then further to NAKED alone time with Blaine, and everything would go well, until he'd remember how much it hurt.
FUCK it had hurt! Kurt rubbed absentmindedly at his backside for a second before he caught himself. It was going to be okay, tonight it was going to be okay. They were going to replace his bad memories, THEIR bad memories, and it was going to be FINE.
FINE.
Blaine was nervous, ridiculously so, but he still rang Kurt's doorbell at the appointed time. He smoothed his shirt, sparing a thought on if he should have picked that one, and waited.
"Hi," Kurt said shyly when he opened the door.
"Hi," Blaine returned. "Um." He fidgeted for a moment before leaning in for a quick kiss. This was weird. It felt like sex was the only reason he'd come over, like… He burst out laughing.
"What?" Kurt asked. He stood to the side to let Blaine in.
"Nothing." Blaine shook his head. Just, this was a booty call. His first.
"Okay?" Kurt frowned.
"Do you want to, um… Should we go upstairs?" Blaine bit his lip.
"Yeah." Kurt nodded. He reached for Blaine's hand and Blaine gave it to him. Holding Kurt's hand always felt so right, it was calming even.
They walked up the stairs silently, and it wasn't their usual comfortable silence. This still felt awkward. As they turned down the hallway to Kurt's room Blaine pulled his hand out of Kurt's. Kurt immediately stopped, twirling around to face him with wide eyes. "What?"
"I'm sorry." Blaine shook his head. "This feels really weird." Kurt's eyes got even bigger. "Like a booty call, I don't really like it."
"I don't… You're not just here for…" Kurt trailed off and looked away.
Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He literally had NO idea what to say, not even to bullshit something. He closed his mouth. Kurt sighed, his entire posture deflating before Blaine's eyes. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I did just call you here for…"
"No, I…" He still didn't know what to say.
"I made this weird, I'm sorry." Kurt's voice hitched. "I'm sorry."
"Kurt." He reached out for his boyfriend hesitantly. Kurt didn't move away as Blaine's hand settled on his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry I'm bad at this, I don't want to be. I HATE this." Kurt sniffled and his eyes were threatening tears. Blaine hoped he wouldn't cry, maybe prayed just a little. Kurt sucked in a shaky breath. "I want to be good for you."
Blaine surged forward, wrapping Kurt up in his arms. He still didn't know what to say, but hopefully just holding Kurt would be enough. "You're MORE than good enough for me," Blaine insisted. It sounded like the right thing, and it DEFINITELY was true.
Kurt sucked in a few more deep breaths and buried his head against Blaine's shoulder. His shoulder remained dry.
Blaine rubbed Kurt's back soothingly, even daring to reach up and play with Kurt's hair. After a while Kurt started relaxing, taking normal breaths. Blaine turned his face and kissed Kurt's temple, burrowed his fingers a little deeper in Kurt's soft hair.
"You're lucky I love you, otherwise I'd cut off your fingers." Kurt laughed a little against him and Blaine relaxed. Tension he hadn't even been aware of released him and he melted against Kurt.
"I'm so lucky." Blaine kissed Kurt's temple again.
"I feel better now." Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's shoulder playfully. He did that sometimes, and he usually followed it with a line of sloppy kisses up to Blaine's ear. True to form, Kurt began to mouth at his neck. Blaine sighed and leaned his lean away to give Kurt more room to work him over.
"I'm glad," Blaine said. "I like you better when you're happy."
"I like me better too." Kurt got to his ear and nipped lightly at the lobe. "How about we make out in my room?" He tugged on it gently with his teeth and Blaine's fingers tightened in his hair automatically.
"Okay," Blaine agreed. "But we'll be doing what we want, no pressure. I don't expect anything, Kurt. I just love being in your presence."
"Oh," Kurt pulled away from his ear. "Well, Mr. Anderson, I have some expectations. They primarily involve you, shirtless, on my bed."
Blaine blushed and his mouth was suddenly dry. "I can get down with that."
"I hoped you say that." Kurt smiled. "Well, the sentiment, I might have been hoping for different phrasing."
"You love my phrasing." Blaine mock glared and gave Kurt a light push. "Let's go make out on your bed." He dropped his hands to Kurt's and they wound their fingers together. They finished the trek to the bedroom with Blaine's nerves much easier than they had been when it started.