A/N: sorry, sorry, sorry! I've been so damn sick... I'm better now. Hope you all had a good Christmas. I slept mostly...
The weeks after school started amazed Kurt. He got to know a whole new side of Blaine. He had studied with him multiple times, and he knew from then that Blaine was really organized. But he had never imagined the level of organization Blaine kept. Blaine did plans for the week to come every Sunday; he planned homework, therapy, workout, chores and so on. Every evening he spent time picking and laying out his clothes for the next day. Kurt was speechless when he saw this. Blaine just shrugged, it had always been easy for him to do a schedule and follow it. It was the way he managed his life.
For Blaine was it wonderful to start school again. He enjoyed having something to do during the days. The pace was perfect for him. He could barely keep his concentration during the morning lessons. He ate lunch in the car on the way home. At first they had planned for him to eat when he got home, but then he fell asleep in the car and was too tired when he got home to eat.
The first day he was met by big surprise. Lane had convinced her mother and was starting school with Blaine. They had nearly every lesson together, and they were both thrilled about this. Their friendship deepened and they found support in each other in a new school with a lot of new people.
Blaine didn't have any flashbacks. He flinched every time someone shouted or slammed shut their locker, but usually Lane or Kurt was there to remind him that he was safe. Although the flinching and the increased heartbeat started to decrease day by day. Kurt and him wouldn't hold hands in school or kiss, or hug, but they stayed closed together and they wore the rings with pride.
When the news of their engagement reached the New Directions, thanks to Rachel it didn't take very long, they wanted to throw an engagement party for them. They planned a surprise party, but when they included Finn in their plans, he talked them out of it. He didn't know how Blaine would handle a surprise like that. Instead Blaine and Kurt were invited to Rachel's house a Sunday afternoon for tea and scones. The New Direction performed for them and they enjoyed it.
Blaine was enjoying life again. Not everyday, but there were times when he left truly happy again.
The only area that wasn't going well was therapy; he was too tired to focus, both with Hannah and with the group. He did his homework for group and Hannah, but he was never focused enough when he was there. He was too tired. This frustrated him, and made him angry with himself, which often led to him crying in Hannah's office. She comforted him and kept telling him that it wasn't a big deal, and that he would get more energetic. But for Blaine this was huge and made him feel really bad. He felt like he was wasting his parents' money. Hannah talked with Carole about it, and Carole and Burt had a talk with Blaine about it. It didn't really help though; he was still upset about it. And it wasn't something he could do anything about. Which made it worse.
Both Kurt and Blaine did well in school. Kurt studied a lot more than Blaine, of course, since he had twice the course load. Blaine studied and got an A on his test. They did have one evening a week for just the two of them. They didn't do much during that evening though; they might have a picnic on the floor in their room, read a book together, sing together or watch a movie. But it was evening they both cherished and looked forward to.
The New Direction had a Halloween party at Rachel's and they of course invited Blaine. Kurt and Blaine discussed for a long time what they were going to be, and decided to go as Mr. James and Mr. Bond, which meant that they both were to wear tuxedos, something they both owned. It was mandatory for Dalton students to wear when they had the formal dinners twice a year.
The morning on the day for the party Burt and Carole sat the three teens down and talked about their rules for alcohol.
"Okay, you're 17 and you're going to a Halloween party tonight. There will be alcohol there, I presume?" Burt started.
"No, no." Finn said and shook his head.
"You are aware that we too have been 17, and went to parties right?" Burt said.
"Oh... There might be some alcohol." Finn said in a quieter voice.
"Mmmhmmm... Well, neither of you are allowed to drink. Do you know why?"
"Cause we're just 17?" Kurt asked.
"And why won't we let you drink at 17?"
"Cause it's against the law?" Kurt said.
"Yes, that's one reason." Carole said. "But, it's also because your bodies aren't ready to deal with alcohol yet. The body is capable of dealing with alcohol after 18."
Blaine nodded.
"I really can't mix alcohol with the sedatives either, Hannah has spoken to me a lot about it." He said.
"Good then!" Carole said.
Finn nodded and followed Blaine out of the living room.
"Kurt, can you stay? I want to talk to you." Burt said.
"Sure, dad, what's up?" Kurt asked.
"About tonight..."
"I heard the lecture, no alcohol."
"Right, but I also wanted to talk to you about Blaine. It's the first real encounter he will have with drinking since he moved here. I just want you to keep that in mind. Because I know, and I know that you know, no matter what we say here, at home, when you get to the party, it's a whole other story. But before you drink anything, just remember that it might scare Blaine. I don't know if it will, but it might.
"And even though Blaine won't drink, and I believe him, because I know how much he and Hannah have spoked about it; he might be upset or sad or react strangely or strongly to seeing so many drunken people at once, it could be a trigger for him. I just want you to keep that in mind. You might need to be there for him."
"Oh, I haven't thought about it. Thanks dad. I will be there for him." Kurt said.
"Good. And don't hesitate to call if you need help or a lift home, okay?"
"Yeah, I will." Kurt said.
Kurt got up and gave his dad a hug before he climbed the stairs to their bedroom. He entered and found his fiancé getting ready for the shower.
"May I join you?" He asked.
"You never have to ask that." Blaine said.
Kurt undressed in no time. He looked at Blaine who still was undressing. Kurt closed the distance between them and removed the rest of Blaine's clothes. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with desire and couldn't be close enough to Blaine soon enough.
He took Blaine's hand and led him into the shower. He put on the water and turned to Blaine. He pressed a light kiss on his lips but Blaine met him and pressed them closer. Kurt moaned as he felt Blaine's erection press against his crotch. Blaine pushed Kurt backwards in to the shower. The wet water cascaded over them but neither noticed. Blaine started kissing Kurt's neck but he was pushed away by Kurt who needed to taste Blaine. He pressed Blaine to the wall in the shower and kissed him deeply.
Blaine moaned when he felt Kurt's tongue on his body. He tangled his hands in Kurt's wet hair and pulled him up. He kissed him with passion. Kurt met his kiss but then pulled away and dropped on his knees. He took all of Blaine in his mouth and moaned when he tasted the precum. He placed both hands on Blaine's ass and pressed him further in. It didn't take long before Blaine came with a scream. Kurt swallowed and held Blaine standing while he came to senses again.
When Blaine surfaced again he looked at Kurt who now was standing. Blaine dropped on his knees and started sucking on Kurt's erection. He let his tongues swirl along the hardness before he relaxed his throat and took all of Kurt in his mouth. Kurt had been a bit too long for him at first, but his gag reflex had become less of an issue. Kurt came screaming down in Blaine's throat and Blaine smiled as he felt he taste of cum. He held Kurt while he got up on his feet and poured shower gel on his hands.
When Kurt became aware of his surrounding again he felt Blaine's warm hands washing him. He opened his eyes and looked at Blaine, who was looking at Kurt's body as he cleaned it. Kurt reached for the shampoo and poured some in his hand and started washing Blaine's hair.
They shared a sweet, intimate, loving time cleaning each other in the shower. When they got out they dried off quickly before heading back to bed. They didn't need to speak about it, they knew they both needed to be in bed together again, their naked bodies pressed closed together while they took a nap.
The party started slow. Everyone was dressed up, and Kurt and Blaine got many compliments for their James Bond. Rachel had made a drink which they got when they arrived. Blaine declined and took out the diet coke he had brought with him. Kurt hesitated, but remembered Burt's words, and declined too.
Puck arrived an hour later. He was already drunk and brought lots of alcohol. Blaine and Finn exchanged glances at the state of Puck; they could both see the hurt and the anger that was bubbling under the drunken facade of happiness. Kurt was too engrossed in a conversation with Tina to notice Puck. Puck hadn't stayed at the Hummel house for two weeks. But judging by his demeanor now, something bad had happen at his home, and he was about to move back in Blaine's old room. Blaine watched him for a while before letting himself be dragged into Tina and Kurt's discussion about the best Bond tune.
After a while Mike called Tina over and she left Blaine and Kurt on the couch. Kurt turned to face Blaine.
"May I say you look mighty fine this evening?" He said with a smirk.
"Well, you don't look too shabby yourself..." Blaine said and leaned forward and pecked a kiss on Kurt's forehead. "This makes me think about our wedding..."
"Really? Why?"
"We being all dressed up like this. And you looking so handsome!"
"Aw, sweets. I love you so much. That's how you want our wedding? Us in tuxes?"
"I think about us dressed in tuxes with our family surrounding us. On the bridge in Cincinnati. Then having a barbecue on the porch up in the big house... But, then sometimes when I wake up before you, I lay and look at you and think that it doesn't matter what we are wearing, or where we are, or what we eat. In those times I just want to take a plane to Las Vegas the minute we both are 18 and get married with an Elvis priest. I really don't care about the little things, I just want to be your husband. As soon as possible."
Kurt stared at Blaine. He blinked away a tear of emotion and latched forward. He kissed Blaine with passion and love. Blaine was a bit surprised but was quick to kiss him back. Kurt pulled away after a while and leaned his forehead against Blaine's.
"Blaine, I love you so much. I thought I needed a big wedding, but of course I don't, I just want to be your husband. That's all I want. Can we get married tomorrow?"
Blaine chuckled.
"Sorry, my love, we aren't old enough to get married."
Kurt groaned but smiled at him. He kissed him again. They lost track of time sharing sweet kisses and longing looks. After a while a drunk Mike, who stumbled towards them and sat down on the couch.
"Hi guys!" He slurred.
"Hi Mike." Kurt said while climbing down from Blaine's lap and sitting down on the couch again.
"You two are so sweet!"
"Thanks."
Tina came to join them, stumbling forward. She lost her balance and fell into Mike's arms, they both laughed loudly which caught the other's attention. Soon the whole glee club was surrounding the couch. Kurt laughed with them when he heard their drunken discussions. He turned to Blaine at one point and saw the other boy's pained expression. Next to Blaine, on the armrest sat Alexander, a transfer who was in the football team and who Sam, Puck and Finn had convinced to join the glee club. Alexander was a big guy and he towered over Blaine. Kurt saw how Blaine looked at Alexander while clutching his rings hard. His fingers were practically white from the pressure. Kurt knew what it meant; Blaine felt unsafe and needed to remind himself that he was safe and that he was here not back with his dad.
Glad Burt had told him to keep an extra eye on Blaine, he stood up and took Blaine's hand. Blaine looked relieved when he got up on his feet and smiled to Kurt.
"How about I call dad and ask him to pick us up?" Kurt asked him.
"Yes!" Blaine said with a voice filled with relief.
Finn heard their conversation and offered to drive them, he hadn't been drinking. They nodded and headed out of Rachel's house. They didn't say good bye, the drunken mass that was their friends wasn't able to stay calm long enough to hear them.
Blaine sat in the back of the car and Finn and Kurt up front.
"Kurt, you don't have to leave, you can stay."
"But I want to be with you, honey."
"I don't really feel like being social though..."
"That's fine with me." Kurt assured him.
Finn pulled up at their house and they got out. They said goodbye to Finn who returned to the party. Blaine and Kurt got inside, said hello to their parents who didn't need an explanation for why they were home so early, the pain on Blaine's face was clear.
When they got upstairs and into their room Kurt closed the door while Blaine froze. Kurt undressed him and himself and pulled his fiancé to the bed. He held him close and waited. Kurt didn't know which way Blaine's mind was going to take; he expected him to either start crying, screaming or fall asleep when he relaxed. But Blaine surprised him by starting talking.
"Did you ever go trick or treating as a kid?"
"Yes, I did. I went every year with my mom and then with my dad." Kurt said.
"Oh." Blaine said.
Kurt waited. He knew it would come more if he was patient.
"I remember all these kids coming to our house. I think some of them thought we had made it look shabby and scary just for Halloween instead of all the time. They would ring on the door and wait for candy. My parents would always have candy for them. It was one of those things you needed to have, in order to appear normal.
"One Halloween I was so hungry, I don't remember why I hadn't eaten in a while, but I sneaked downstairs and stole some candy. But my father caught me. He made me sit outside all night. Kids would come and knock on the door and I had to sit on the ground next to the porch pretending to not exist. No one noticed. I sat there for hours. It was so cold."
"Blainey..." Kurt said.
"He was so tall, Alexander, when he sat on the armrest next to me. Tall and drunk, he reeked of alcohol. It felt so like my father. He wasn't mean to me, but his whole appearance was scary to me. I had to tell myself over and over that it wasn't my father, it was a friend and that he wasn't going to hurt me."
"I'm so sorry honey." Kurt said and kissed him on his hair.
"I hate this, I hate feeling like this and not being able to hang out with people. I hate this Kurt. I hate that he has destroyed so much for me."
Kurt held Blaine. He felt him starting crying and pulled him even closer. Kurt wanted to squeeze all the love he felt for Blaine into his body. He didn't say anything, he knew there wasn't anything he could say or do to make it better. Blaine needed to feel this way, he needed to mourn for the childhood he had lost. Blaine had the future to form in every shape he wanted but he would always be affected by his past. And Kurt laid there in their present and made him feel loved.