I don't own anyone in the story that you recognize. This chapter isn't as good or as long as I want, but I literally had to force it out as my muse had no desire to help me at all. Hope you enjoy it regardless.
Kurt watched as Blaine cooked lunch, his stomach twisted. He loved Blaine, and now Blaine loved him back, but Blaine thought he was mentally fourteen. Kurt was mentally 27 and he felt like he was somehow taking advantage of his husband, who had turned beaming at him, only to see the conflict on his face and his own fell.
"What's wrong? Blaine asked, approaching Kurt slowly, unsure of if there was something he could do something to fix it.
"Come here," Kurt pointed to the other chair at the table. Blaine walked over to him like a man on the way to execution and Kurt smirked, taking his hands in his own, tugging him down softly. "You haven't done anything wrong, Honey," he promised, then he bit his bottom lip. "You think you're fourteen Blaine," Blaine looked at him confused but nodded, "I'm 27." Blaine opened his mouth to stop where he felt like this was about to go, "I don't want to take advantage-"
"You aren't!" Blaine cried and Kurt smiled sadly, rubbing Blaine's knuckles affectionately.
"I know you don't feel that way, but that's the situation," Kurt replied, kissing the back of Blaine's hand quickly. "If you were as physically young as your memory is, I'd be put in jail," he chuckled lightly.
"I'm not too young to know I love you, and that you love me," Blaine replied softly.
"I know, It's not about that, I just don't feel comfortable..." he paused, his teeth bothering his bottom lip, "I can't be physical with you like this."
"Not even kisses?" Blaine asked, his voice betraying his disappointment. Kurt chuckled, groaning,
"I feel like I'm 17 again and you're more comfortable with sex than I am." He sighed softly and leaned in, pecking Blaine's forehead, "Let's wait for a while, until we see about your memory, okay?"
"But they're just kisses, please, I mean I'll behave, I promise I will," Blaine whined, leaning closer to Kurt.
"It's not you I'm worried about," Kurt muttered under his breath, hoping Blaine didn't hear him.
"Kuuuurrrrrtttttt, I love you, and you love me, age is just a number," Blaine claimed, Kurt shook his head, smirking softly. Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine's lips softly,
"I love you so much, that's why I just can't." Blaine pouted, poking out his bottom lip, Kurt cupped Blaine's chin with his hand and sighed softly, "You're such a puppy."
"I just, we can cuddle though right, that's allowed, right?" Blaine begged, he considered actually whimpering but decided acting even more like a kid would do nothing for him in this situation.
"Yes, Honey, we can cuddle," Kurt smiled widely, loving that whether he was fourteen or 26, Blaine loved to cuddle.
"I don't see why we can't kiss though," Blaine stated, but paused when Kurt's eyes saddened. This was hard for him, he was the one who had to see his husband everyday and know he couldn't touch him the way he wanted. "I'm sorry," Blaine said begrudgingly, but the relief in Kurt's eyes made it worth it.
"Thank you," he smiled, squeezing Blaine's hand softly. "So you still want to go with me on Tuesday to work?" Blaine's eyes brightened and he nodded happily,
"Yes!"
Kurt grinned and pulled him into a sitting hug, holding on tightly,
"Thank you, for making me go back."
Blaine pulled back and smiled at Kurt,
"Thank you, for being here through all of this. It would have been so much easier for you to send me back to Lima or whatever..." Kurt put his finger gently on Blaine's mouth,
"That's not how I look at it," he claimed. "You mean everything to me, and I can't just 'send you to Lima'." he put finger quotes around the last words, "I will be here under the day that you die Blaine, and maybe longer if I can somehow pull that off." Blaine giggled and squeezed Kurt's hands,
"How did I get someone like you?" That was really the first time Blaine had asked about it. They'd talked about how they met but really not about falling in love as much.
"You are just you," Kurt replied, "You're flaws are as beautiful as your strengths." Blaine blushed, looking at his hands,
"I'm not that great, I am a coward." Kurt had to admit he was surprised at that statement, Blaine had always said he was hated that he'd run after the Sadie Hawkins dance, he didn't know he'd felt this way before that.
"Why would you say that?" Kurt asked, fighting his instinctual reaction to pull Blaine into his arms and kiss him senseless until he forgot everything but Kurt.
"I knew I was gay when I was eight, I was too much of a coward to tell anyone until I was thirteen. I could never stand up to my father when he tried to tell me I was going through a phase,"
"I was five when I knew, sixteen when I came out, am I a coward?" Kurt asked,
"No!" Blaine cried, "You are amazing."
"So are you," Kurt replied.
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Kurt was glowing, and Blaine decided Kurt was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen when he was beaming, his eyes lit up, and his smile spread across his entire face.
"This play is so well written, it's going to something special, I'm not sure what yet, but it is going to be an event when it opens," Kurt grinned.
"Well with you as it's star, of course it is,"Blaine replied, Kurt let out a soft chuckle,
"You've never seen me act, I could be terrible."
"I know you don't get a leading role on broadway by being terrible, and from what I've heard of your singing ability, they are damn lucky I made you come back," Blaine teased. Kurt chuckled and let Blaine wrap his arms around Kurt's shoulders, kissing his cheek affectionately.
"I'll make sure to thank you in my Tony speech," Kurt replied, rolling his eyes at what he considered to be an absurdity.
"You'd better," Blaine replied, completely serious, and for a moment Kurt was taken aback. He stared at Blaine who kept walking, often looking up at the building around them. Blaine hadn't been joking as Kurt had been, Blaine, even thought it wasn't fully hisBlaine, believed in him. "What?" Blaine asked, confused, Kurt just smiled at him softly,
"I'm glad some things about you haven't changed." Blaine tilted his head in interest but Kurt just pulled him along, toward the theater.
As they entered several voice cried out 'Kurt' in happiness and excitement. Kurt grinned and greeted them just as happily, his hand only separating from Blaine's when an actress threw her arms around Kurt's neck.
"I was so worried for you when I heard," she muttered over his shoulder. Kurt pulled away, smiling softly at her,
"It'll take more than some homophobic bastards to get rid of me." Blaine bit his lip nervously, he didn't like to think about what could have happened to them.
"Blaine," the actress squealed when she saw Blaine and hugged him just as enthusiastically as she had Kurt. Blaine tensed for a moment but then just hugged her back until Kurt's voice finally broke the girl's hug, as she met Kurt's eyes in confused she looked back at Blaine and she gasped in horror, "Oh fuck me, I am so sorry, I forget, I was just so relieved you were ok..." Blaine shook his head,
"It's fine, I just have no clue who you are, I'm sorry," he said softly, making sure Kurt was nearby.
"I'm Mckenzie, but people I like call me Mackie, so call me Mackie," Blaine smiled softly and accepted the hand that had been stretched out to him.
"Nice to...meet you," he ducked his head in embarrassment but Mackie smiled widely at him,
"Nice you meet you too, Sweetie." Blaine smiled at her before looking at Kurt who smirked and winked at him, and Blaine decided he would like Kurt's friends if they were all like Mackie. Unfortunately they weren't.
"Hey lover," a man came up to Kurt with a smirk that Blaine had a desire to smack off his face. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to the man, who was undeniably gorgeous, and shameless as his eyes dragged over Blaine's husbands body as if it was there for him.
"Only your lover on stage, Henry," Kurt responded, his voice heavy with annoyance, but when Henry hugged him, Kurt hugged back, until Henry's hand dropped down to Kurt's ass and groped it. Kurt jerked away,
"Stop it, you know how I feel about that," he hissed.
"I know what you've said but that doesn't mean that's how you feel," Henry said cheekily.
"Why don't you try it again and we'll see how you feel when my foot slams into your cock," Henry clearly knew Kurt's words weren't just talk and he took a step back and for the first time saw Blaine.
"Oh, hello," he didn't seem to think he had anything to fear from Blaine, well he'd just have to fix that. "I heard about your condition,"
"A condition that does not include deafness or blindness, if my clear view of your hand on my husband's ass was any implication." Blaine started forward, but was quickly intercepted by Kurt who delicately put his hand's on Blaine shoulders.
"Come on, Honey, there are a few other people I want you to meet," Blaine grumbled, still glaring at Henry even as Kurt led him away. He finally turned to Kurt when a kiss was placed on his lips, "You don't have anything to worry about," Kurt promised. Blaine nodded, but it was already there, the insecurity that he wasn't good enough for Kurt. "Henry is just a flirty guy who hits on anything with a pulse,"
"Does he grab everyone's asses too?" Blaine wasn't sure if he had the right to be as upset as he was, but he couldn't help the heat in the pit of his stomach.
"No, he's only done that once before, I was not happy that time either," Kurt explained.
"He's in the play too," Blaine said, unsure whether he was asking or stating it, Kurt answered anyway.
"Yes, he plays my character's secret lover," Kurt admitted. Blaine sighed heavily,
"Of course he does." Kurt chuckled softly and brushed his hair back out of his face,
"Mackie plays my wife."
"I'm fine with that, she didn't grab you," Blaine grumbled. Kurt opened his mouth to say something else but his name was called once again and people who had missed Kurt descended on the couple. Blaine didn't say much of anything unless directly spoken to, he preferred to watch Kurt, who looked so happy.
"All right guys, rehearsal," the director called out, ending the chatter that was going on.
"You wanna hang out in the dressing room or would you rather sit in the audience?" Kurt asked, motioning toward his dressing room, but Blaine wanted to see Kurt act.
"Would anyone mind if I sat in the audience?" he asked, blushing slightly when Kurt beamed,
"No, no one will mind."
"I would," Henry replied biting, the director, Michael rolled his eyes,
"No one cares what you think, Henry." Kurt chuckled and he took Blaine's hand and led him out into the audience,
"You promise you don't mind?" Blaine asked shyly, maybe Kurt wanted him to be surprised on opening night or something.
"No! I always perform better when you're here," Kurt said, grinning when Blaine blushed, smiling back happily.
"All right love birds," Michael said, causing Blaine to blush brighter and Kurt to roll his eyes, motioning for Blaine to go sit and he started back toward the stage. For a moment Blaine started to follow him, before catching himself but he'd been caught, "Oh kid, you're hopeless." Blaine looked over at Michael, the director smirked at his star's partner, "Memory or not, that boy has got your heart on a string." Blaine pressed his lips together before looking toward where Kurt had just disappeared to,
"You say it like it's a bad thing," Blaine replied softly. Michael chuckled,
"You two are a rare thing, that's never a bad thing." Blaine smiled at him and then Michael nodded his head to call him over, "You can sit next to me." Blaine obeyed and sat next to him, he liked Michael, he still didn't like Henry though.
Blaine couldn't tell if he couldn't take his eyes off Kurt when he was on stage because he was Kurt, or if Kurt just had such a presence on stage that there was nowhere else to look. He decided it was a little bit of both.
"Incredible, isn't he?" Michael whispered to Blaine who didn't take his eyes off his husband as he answered,
"Yes." Blaine watched the play and knew exactly why Kurt thought it was going to be an event, it was amazing. He watched Kurt kiss Mackie without any jealousy or anger, but he knew eventually Kurt was going to have to kiss Henry and that, he was not ok with. However when it reached that point, Kurt turned to Michael, even as Henry leaned it,
"Hey Michael, can we take a break, my chest is killing me." Blaine let out a soft sigh and but then realized what Kurt had said, and without permission stood and rushed over to where he knew he could get backstage and waited until Kurt walked off stage to run up to him.
"Are you ok?" Blaine asked, he couldn't remember Kurt ever mentioning the bruise on his chest, which he thought was nearly gone, hurting before.
"I'm fine," Kurt whispered, "I just needed a break, Michael doesn't give breaks unless it's a good reason." Blaine kissed his lips delicately,
"You'd tell me, right? If you really were hurting?" Blaine asked him, relishing the feeling of Kurt's hand cupping his cheek gently,
"Yes, sweetheart, I'd tell you." Blaine had never really thought he'd be much of a pet name person, but whenever Kurt called him some term of endearment Blaine's heart sped up and the butterflies in his stomach flapped harder. Blaine wondered what he normally called Kurt, did he call Kurt just one pet name, or like Kurt, did he use an array of names. He felt like if he called Kurt anything, it would be 'Angel', no other nickname fit Kurt better.
"Okay, just making sure," Kurt chuckled lightly,
"My protector." Blaine blushed but smiled softly, Kurt wasn't teasing him, there was more affection in his voice than Blaine had ever heard in his parents voices and probably even Cooper's. Blaine wondered if as a 26 year old he was addicted to Kurt as fourteen year old Blaine was becoming.
Awww isn't Blaine cute? Please review xoxo