Hey guys! Chapter 30! Holyyy shit I never thought this story would end up going this far! It's been extended, developed and edited countless times, and so i have no idea how long this story will end up being on a whole. I just really wanted to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for reading, reviewing, favouriting and alerting this story. It really does mean so much to me. As an aspiring author it is so reassuring to see that so many people enjoy my writing. I am so seriously grateful, and if I could I would go around and give all of you a huge hug... and a high five... and a pack of Redvines each... Just- Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
I'd also like to shout out to my online beta, RainySunnyEnding. She. Is. Fantabulous. I love her to pieces, and I don't think I would be anywhere near as confident about this story as I am now if it weren't for her input. She's a top-notch gal, and I don't know where I'd be without her. I say this nearly every time but go and check out her story, Tears & Cookies. I beta for her and I can honestly say I think it's amazing, just like she is. So, a HUUUGGEE thanks to her for helping me out with this.
My other beta is my best friend. Seriously. We're beyond best friends, now. I've known her since nursery school, and we've helped each other through so much that I don't know what I would do or where I would be without her in my life. Sam, I hope you're reading this, because I really mean it. I know we'll say it to each other from time to time, but I swear to whatever deity is up there that I would be a wreck if I didn't have you to stand by me. So, I guess this is a more public way of thanking you. For always being there, even after the stupid arguments. Oh, and you're sweetbreads ;)
Now, this chapter took longer than I expected to write but is nowhere near as long as I hoped for it to be, thus it being called 'First Date - Part One'. I'll do the second part on Thursday, and I'm not sure how long it will end up being. But this is really all I got so far on this and I didn't want to leave you guys without a chapter (I would never do that) so I found a cut-off point and I hope you guys enjoy it!
C xx
Blaine clambered out of the shower at just gone ten. Kurt had left for work at eight o'clock after their brief make-out session on the floor before they each returned to - and finished - their breakfasts. Blaine hadn't been able to keep himself away from his new boyfriend, it being official making it all the more unbelievable, and had happily sat on the foot of Kurt's immaculate bed as the taller boy had scrutinized every item of clothing in his wardrobe before deciding on an outfit for the day. Blaine had told him numerous times that he looked gorgeous in anything and everything, but he knew that this was just how Kurt got dressed in the mornings. And he loved it about him.
When Kurt had finally decided on an outfit - a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a dark grey waistcoat, black pants, white lace-up boots and a shimmering silver tie - he had insisted that Blaine leave the room whilst he did his moisturizing routine and styled his hair. That had left Blaine with having to find something to do while he waited, and ended up doing the washing up in five minutes. He then dried everything, and put everything away, in another five minutes, becoming slightly impatient. He knocked on Kurt's door, only for his porcelain-skinned beau to tell him he was only halfway through his moisturizing and he still had his hair to do. Blaine huffed and headed back down the corridor towards the living room, intending on entertaining himself with morning television only to find himself ultimately distracted by the constant replay of that morning playing in his head.
Kurt emerged from his bedroom just as quarter to eight approached, an excitable Blaine jumping up from the sofa immediately to kiss him softly, careful not to mess up Kurt's hair.
"No fair," Kurt attempted a pout as Blaine pulled away. Blaine frowned at him curiously, tipping his head to the side slightly and reminding Kurt of a puppy being told a command it hadn't learnt yet. "You can't just kiss me when I'm about to leave for work," Kurt murmured as he leant back in, his hands slowly climbing from Blaine's hands to his shoulders and finally wrapping around his neck. "It just makes me want to stay longer." He pressed their mouths together once more, this time allowing himself to delay separating their lips until the need for air became indispensable.
"Sorry about that," Blaine breathed, his eyes staying shut until fluttering open a few seconds after Kurt pulled away. "But you're just so… tempting." It was now that Kurt noticed how dark and lust-blown Blaine's eyes had become, the usual glints of honey now resembling shades of coffee or dark chocolate, and in his current position with Blaine's arms holding his waist tight and keeping their bodies touching Kurt was beginning to regret choosing to wear one of the tighter pairs of pants he owned. But with the mundane task of work beckoning him Kurt had to remember to keep himself under control.
"I really do have to go to work soon," Kurt smiled as they rested their foreheads together. As soon as the words passed his lips, Blaine grumbled unhappily- something that Kurt found adorable- and began pressing small, feather-light kisses along Kurt's jawline and down his neck, holding him tighter without- it seemed- the intention of ever letting him go. "Blaine…"
"Mm?"
"You're going to have to let me go, like, now," Kurt tried to gently push the shorter man off of him by his shoulders, but Blaine persisted an held him tighter, moving his mouth down to Kurt's collarbone and lower neck in a bid to get him to relent and stay just a little longer.
But they were both very aware of the fact that Kurt had to leave for work soon, and so after placing a final kiss under his boyfriend's ear, Blaine reluctantly pulled away to look Kurt in the face.
"I love you," He whispered, the already-present flush on Kurt's cheeks ripening to a deeper shade of red.
"I love you, too," He whispered, his glasz eyes burning with honesty. "And… I have to go work." He brushed his nose against Blaine's in a brief eskimo-kiss before allowing their lips to meet for just over a second.
Turning to pick up his messenger bag that he'd left by the door, Kurt unwrapped Blaine's arms from around his waist and slung the bag over his shoulder, gripping the strap with both hands. He turned to see Blaine stood watching him with wide puppy-eyes that barely contained the level of his infatuation with the man in front of him. "I know I probably won't see you until later, which sucks, but I'll try and call you in my break or something," Blaine nodded quietly, looking to the floor and putting his hands in his sweatpants pockets. Kurt moved over to him and lifted Blaine's chin with his finger, looking directly into his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Blaine blushed and shuffled on the spot, keeping his gaze averted to the floor. "I don't want you to go," He mumbled, and Kurt could feel the heat rising up in his cheeks under his hand.
"I know," Kurt sighed softly, cupping his boyfriend's cheek and taking a step forwards to bring their bodies closer together. "I don't want to go either." He sighed again, heavier than before, as he rested his forehead against Blaine's, making a small noise of annoyance before he spoke again in a quieter voice. "It sucks that we're hardly going to be able to see each other during the week because of work."
"I know," Blaine mumbled in reply as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "But we'll figure something out. Is there anything you want to do this weekend?"
Kurt thought of all the things he and Blaine could do together that weekend, even though they didn't have a full day's worth of free time together. "Oh crap," He muttered, realisation hitting him. Blaine raised his eyebrows at him, a small amused smile on his face. "It's Rachel's birthday on Saturday – she's been planning the party for weeks. Will you- will you be able to go?" Kurt pulled back to gaze into his boyfriend's eyes, not hiding the hope in his voice.
"I should do," Blaine pondered over it slowly. "I'll talk to Sue when I got into work later; all it takes is a charming smile and a promise that my absence from the show for a night is completely necessary and can't be helped for her to cave," He grinned smugly. "That woman just seems to love me."
"Yeah, yeah," Kurt rolled his eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I just don't want you getting into trouble for taking too much time off work." He bit his lip and his brow furrowed.
Blaine shrugged his shoulders slightly, his hands still around Kurt's waist. "I don't think Sue minds, to be honest," He answered thoughtfully. "It means the understudies have a chance to perform every now and again rather than having to wait for one of us to actually fall ill." Kurt nodded his understanding, his eyes darting to the clock one more time before pulling away completely and instantly missing the warmth of Blaine's body next to his.
"I have to go," He smiled sadly as he opened the front door, turning back to look at Blaine one last time. "I love you."
"Love you too," Blaine smiled, waving as he watched Kurt exit the apartment. Is it completely terrible that I miss him already? Blaine thought to himself, shaking his head to wake himself up from his trance-like state as he stared at the door. He walked around the apartment for a while, standing around in the kitchen before dawdling around the rest of the rooms. He ended up flopping down onto his bed, grabbing at the pillows in order to breathe in the unmistakable smell of Kurt.
A wide grin broke out across his face as he clutched the pillow, unable to stop himself from laughing in relief and ecstasy. He could now, with a doubt or suspicion in his mind, claim Kurt to be his own; his boyfriend. Blaine had been waiting a long time to be able to say the three little words to Kurt that made his heart swell, and now that he had he was constantly overcome by the weightless feeling he got whenever Kurt said them in return.
He must have fallen back asleep after a while, a vague memory of Kurt holding the hand of a small child and walking towards him slowly slipping away from his grasp as he rolled over in bed to see the time was now half past nine. Making the resolution to head into work slightly earlier today so that he could ask Sue about Saturday night, Blaine stumbled sleepily towards the bathroom. He let the water run and build up some heat as he stripped of his sweatpants, making sure a towel was in reach for when he got out before climbing in under the stream of water.
When first break eventually rolled around, Kurt wasted no time in pulling out his phone and instantly dialling Blaine's number. He drummed his fingers across his desk as he listened to the dial tone, Blaine picking up on the third ring.
"Hey, Kurt!" Kurt could practically hear the bright-eyed grin on his face.
"Hey, yourself," Kurt grinned, dodging a few students in the corridor as he made his way to the staffroom. "Is it bad that I've really, really missed you all morning?"
"Not at all," Blaine replied, his smooth voice making Kurt's heart flutter slightly with every word the other man spoke. "Because I've really, really missed you, too."
Kurt bit his lip as he blushed, grinning from ear to ear. "I know it's not going to be until nearly eleven tonight that I'll see you again, but I really can't wait."
"…Yeah, me either," Kurt felt a small stab to his heart at how little conviction there had been to Blaine's last statement, but swallowed his concerns. "It's not fair that we can barely see each other during the week!"
"I know," Kurt soothed him, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "But we said we'd figure something out, remember?" Kurt slowed as he approached the staffroom door, the strong aroma of coffee trying to lure him inside.
"Yeah, I know," Blaine sighed airily on the other end of the phone. "It's just not fair." Kurt smirked at the audible pout in Blaine's voice when he whined, resenting the fact that he could just kiss it away as he would have done had he been talking to Blaine in person.
"You know you can be such a child sometimes?" Kurt teased him, grinning when he heard Blaine huff on the other end of the line.
"You love it though."
"That I do," Kurt glanced into the staffroom to see Rory, Tina and Rachel all chatting around their regular table, Rachel seemingly staring at her two colleagues in disbelief whilst Rory and a slightly-more-chipper Tina seemed to assure her that whatever they were saying was true. Rory spotted him and perked up, waving him over and therefore diverting the attention the two women to look over to him as well. Rachel was glaring at him, open-mouthed, whilst Rory and Tina continued to wave at him, grinning widely. Kurt held up a finger and pointed to his phone that was still pressed against his ear, signalling for them to wait for him to finish his phone call. "I think I have to go," He told Blaine reluctantly. "Rachel, Rory and Tina seem to be demanding my presence. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Blaine assured him, the smallest hint of disappointment at their conversation finishing so soon only just detectable. "I have things I have to do before tonight anyway, so… I'll see you later, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later," Kurt bit his lip before adding, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Was Blaine's inevitable reply. "So much." Kurt was a little taken aback at the addition to Blaine's declaration, but grinned even wider when the words sunk in.
"Bye, Blaine."
"Bye, Kurt." Kurt bit back another 'I love you' before hanging up, holding his phone in his hand and debating whether to call Blaine straight back again before remembering how Blaine had said he had things to do and recalling the beckoning waves Rory and Tina had given him. He sighed heavily as he slipped his phone back into his pant pocket before turning and entering the staffroom, almost jumping out of his skin when Rachel Berry seemed to appear from nowhere at his side.
"Kurt Hummel, you have some explaining to do."
Blaine bit his lip as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, positively beaming as he went back inside the office next to him. "Sorry about that," He smiled, sitting back down in the chair he'd been previously sat in. "Kurt" was all he needed to say by way of an explanation, the only other person in the room nodding in understanding before returning back to their previous conversation.
"So you're saying that both of these occasions are completely necessary?" Sue narrowed her eyes, scowling slightly at Blaine, trying to decipher whether he was telling the truth – or if he truly was the brilliant actor she'd hired him for being.
"Definitely," Blaine nodded strongly, his eyes not leaving Sue's as if to emphasise his point. "The friend whose party I'm going to on Saturday is incredibly important to me, and I'd never forgive myself if I didn't go. I also think it would be a good opportunity for Trent seeing as I've barely had a night off in the past couple of weeks: I'm not saying he's bad or especially needs the practice, but he hasn't done a night as Tony in a while." Sue eyed him closely for a few seconds before nodding , keeping her face emotion-free.
"And what about tonight?" She asked gruffly after a moment's silence. "Don't tell me; your long lost cousin has come back into town all of a sudden and you would just never forgive yourself if you didn't go." She mocked Blaine's earlier choice of words, leering at him from the other side of her large, oak desk.
"No," Blaine chuckled softly, dismissing the accusation with a wave of his hand. "Nothing like that. I actually… I'm planning a- a date." Sue frowned at him, but her curiosity was piqued.
"You're planning a date?" She tilted her head slightly, her deadly gaze boring into Blaine's hazel eyes.
"Y-yeah," Blaine looked down to his hands, slotting them together between his forefinger and thumb. "M-my boyfriend and I, we haven't really been on a proper date, so I wanted to surprise him tonight when he got home from work." Blaine felt like a child explaining himself to Sue, his voice quiet and timid under her watchful gaze.
They sat in silence for a while, Blaine's whole face and neck burning as he stared at the floor, waiting for Sue, who was still staring at him, to give him an answer.
"Okay then," Sue said suddenly, Blaine's head snapping up to stare at her in disbelief; he'd figured he'd be able to get away with having Saturday off, considering that he was asking well in advance, but he had seriously doubted his chances about being able to get that night off on such short notice. "But no more days off for at least a week." It wasn't an offer that was open for negotiation it was take it or leave it. Blaine chose the 'take it' option.
"Thanks, Sue," He flashed her his best suave smile before raising out of his chair and leaving the office. As soon as the door was shut behind him he heaved a huge sigh of relief, taking a few moments to collect himself before making to leave the theatre. Sue's office was situated around the corner from the main dressing rooms – such as Blaine's – and so it didn't take long for Blaine to head back there just to make sure he'd locked his door, considering he wouldn't be there to guard it from Santana's unannounced visits that night.
He hadn't expected anyone else to be there so early before the show, and so when a voice called out behind him he span himself round in panic, his eyes wide and almost petrified.
"BEEBEE!" Blaine relaxed at the sight of Sugar, but had to steady his whole body as she nearly tackled him to the floor.
"Hey, Sugar," Blaine laughed into her hair, catching her in his arms.
"Congratulations, by the way!" She beamed, pulling away from him and smoothing down her clothes once her feet regained contact with the carpeted corridor floor.
"What for?"
"Your boyfriend, silly!" She playfully smacked him on the arm, rolling her eyes. "I heard the news this morning." Her eyes shone as she beamed brightly up at him.
"H-how?" Blaine's heart hammered in his chest – he and Kurt hadn't exactly talked about whether they were going to tell people yet, and quite frankly he was pretty impressed that he'd gotten it around their friends so quickly.
"Well, I met this guy called Rory at the weekend," Sugar explained, her eyes glazing over slightly at the memory. "And I found out that he works at NADA-"
"NYADA." Blaine corrected. She waved him off with her hand.
"But I didn't really think about the fact that it meant he worked with Kurt until this morning. Anyway, I mentioned you when I met him and he remembered you from Kurt talking about you," Blaine's heart practically leapt out of his chest with pride, his face threatening to split in half if he smiled any wider. "And I remembered Kurt from the few times he's come by and we had a little discussion about you two. And so, when Kurt told him that you two were boyfriend's now Rory texted me so that I could spread the news!"
Blaine's eyes widened, opening his mouth to protest only to shut it again. A million and one thoughts rushed through his brain, but only one really stood out to him. "How exactly did you spread the news?"
"I sent a mass text, of course!" Sugar giggled happily, clapping her hands softly.
"Hey Pony," Santana's unmistakable drawl came from further down the corridor over Blaine's shoulder, Blaine instantly picking up on the smugness that was present in her tone of voice. He blushed slightly, already dreading the bombardment of comments that would be directed his way highlighting the sexual side of his and Kurt's relationship that he would have to bear over the coming weeks.
"You used that one last week," Blaine turned to her, crossing his arms across his chest. "You're losing your sass, San." Santana looked unimpressed, jutting her hip to the side as she put her hands on her hips.
"Well, I was going to call you 'Wanky' but I figured your new boyfriend's going to make sure you don't need to do that anymore." She smirked and let herself into her dressing room, Blaine stood gaping at her as she disappeared.
"Ouch…" Sugar teased behind him, making Blaine flush an even deeper shade of red. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his curls, getting ready to make his excuses.
"I need to go," He blurted out, taking a step towards the exit before firing a quick goodbye to Sugar over his shoulder.
Outside the theatre Blaine groaned in frustration, but at least if everybody knew tonight while he wasn't there he wouldn't have to face the jokes and the comments until tomorrow. He checked his watch; he had five and a half hours to go until Kurt was due home at five, and so he headed off to fulfill the rest of his plans.
Kurt let himself into the apartment just as the clock in the kitchen signalled seventeen minutes past five. He threw his keys lazily onto the countertop, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. He'd been interrogated heavily by Rachel during break, and was unfortunate enough to have a free period at the same time as she did, leading to another hour long grilling by the short brunette. He just wanted to curl up on the sofa and wait for Blaine to come home so that he could fall into the shorter man's strong embrace and discuss their respective days in hushed tones as they snuggled together in bed. Just the thought of it made his spine tingle, the anticipation almost too much to bear as he trudged towards the living room – and the sofas that would allow him to take the weight off his feet.
He didn't reach the loungers though, for out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone stood in the entrance to the hallway as he passed it. Stalling for a few seconds, Kurt turned on his heel to see Blaine beaming at him, his hands tucked behind his back.
Kurt allowed his gaze to rake up and down his boyfriend's body, taking in the sleek black pants that encased his legs; the crisp, short-sleeved red shirt that hugged his torso and strong arms; the skinny back tie around his neck and in his un-gelled curly mop of hair.
"Blaine?" His voice came out higher than he'd expected, and he flushed bright red.
"Hey," Blaine smiled softly, his voice gentle as he stepped towards Kurt, keeping his hands hidden behind his back. "How was your day?"
"I- Fine," All of Kurt's previous exasperations about his day simply melting away when he saw Blaine gazing at him with eyes full of love and adoration. "W-what are you doing here?" Blaine grinned, laughing quietly to himself.
"How did I know that would be the first thing you'd ask me?" He leant against the wall smugly, his eyes shining.
"Aren't you supposed to be working? Blaine, I told you I didn't want you getting into trouble-"
"It's no trouble at all," Blaine was still leaning against the wall, keeping his hands well hidden. He paused for a few seconds, giving Kurt the opportunity to reprimand him again before continuing when the taller man stayed silent, watching him with a steady gaze. "I wanted to surprise you," He began to explain.
"Well, you did that, alright," Kurt interjected, folding his arms across his chest and letting out a snort of laughter. Blaine laughed.
"I meant it when I said we'd figure something out about not being able to see each other," He brought his hands forward, revealing two small envelopes. He glanced down at them for a second before holding them out for Kurt to take. Kurt took them slowly, asking a thousand questions with his eyes but Blaine just smiled hesitantly in return.
Kurt turned the envelopes over in his hand, noticing the writing on the other side. One read, 'Open this one first…' the other, '…And then this one second.' The first envelope held two tickets to Phantom, and Kurt squealed in delight when they fell out into his hand. Blaine watched on, laughing at Kurt's reaction and feeling his heart swell, thinking to himself about whether he could possibly love Kurt any more than he did right now.
The second contained a small collection photographs, all of Kurt and Blaine. The first few were of them during their younger years, including the one of them on Blaine's birthday that Kurt had found in said actor's dressing room all those weeks ago and the one of them in the swimming pool that Blaine had shown him on that eventful Sunday. There was a third that Kurt hadn't seen before; it was him and Blaine during the only Christmas they had spent together, the picture taken from behind them as the two of them walked hand in glove-clad hand in the snow down their street. Kurt couldn't remember where they had been going, but he didn't exactly care; the picture was beautiful, the serenity of the whole image amplified by their childhood innocence. Kurt then gazed upon the next few photos; ones of him and Blaine since they had come into each other's lives again. There was the one Rachel had taken of them when they'd moved in together, which Kurt knew for a fact Blaine had a copy of on the wall in his dressing room; another of them with Rachel and Finn that had been taken at Puck's, the celebratory drinks that followed them getting all of Blaine's things unpacked; one of them laying together in Central Park that Rachel had taken, Kurt using Blaine as a pillow as he read a book in the afternoon sun, Blaine snoozing with his arms crossed behind his head. Kurt grinned at the sight of all of them, gazing up at Blaine.
"I have a few more of us," Blaine explained, looking at the photos in Kurt's hand. "But these ones were my favourites. I thought we could maybe put them all together, like a collage or something. Frame it, maybe?" He looked up at Kurt with hopeful eyes, taking Kurt's hands in his in a way that didn't crumple the pictures or tickets in his hands. Kurt nodded tearfully, laughing at himself and how emotional he was getting.
"I'd like that," He whispered, shyly smiling at his and Blaine's hands together. He looked up to see Blaine grinning at him, both of their gazes dropping down to the other's lips briefly before they instinctively leant together, allowing their mouths to join in a sweet, tender kiss that both of them had been longing for all day. "W-when do we have to, uh, go?" Kurt panted slightly, his mouth only just away from Blaine's as he gestured to the tickets in his hands.
"Show starts at seven," Blaine replied, equally as breathless, opening his eyes to reveal the tell-tale darkness of pure lust. "I put together a few outfits for you, to save you time," He admitted a little sheepishly, stepping away and leading Kurt to his bedroom by the hand. "I don't know if you'll like them, but you can always mix them up… Or you could just create a completely new outfit, I don't mind. I won't be offended-"
"Blaine," Kurt pulled Blaine back by his hand, stopping the shorter man mid-ramble and bringing him close. Blaine looked up at him expectantly. "You really are the best boyfriend, you know?" Blaine flushed bright red, beaming at the compliment. Kurt leant down and kissed him, this time tracing his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entry. Blaine responded immediately, parting his lips and allowing Kurt's tongue into his mouth.
When a small moan escaped Blaine's lips, Kurt dropped the papers in his hands and pulled his boyfriend closer, tangling his fingers in Blaine's dark curls. Blaine was just as eager, his fingers slipping into the belt loops of Kurt's pants and pulling their hips together, both of them groaning at the friction it caused. In a tangle of limbs and clashing mouths, they stumbled down the hall towards Kurt's open bedroom door, falling onto the bed just as Kurt began an assault on Blaine's neck.
Blaine hissed underneath him, writhing slightly; an action that only spurred Kurt on more. "Kurt…" He whimpered quietly, shifting his hips again. "Kurt, s-stop."
"You don't mean that," Kurt growled against the exposed skin on Blaine's neck, returning to nipping along his jaw.
"N-no, I do…" Blaine whimpered again, sounding as if he was in pain. Kurt immediately pulled away, searching his boyfriend's face in concern. Blaine was wriggling on the bed, seemingly trying to pull something out from underneath his back. Kurt shifted backwards, taking some of his weight off of his boyfriend and allowing him to sit up properly. Blaine finally managed to pull out a black leather belt, the buckle of which had been digging into the base of his spine. He looked from the belt to Kurt. Both of them blinked a few times before bursting out laughing, Blaine half-heartedly throwing the belt to the floor with a soft thud.
Kurt looked about them, noticing the outfits Blaine had mentioned laying across his bed, most of them having been crumpled under their bodies. "I should get ready, shouldn't I?" Kurt asked, still sat in Blaine's lap with his boyfriend's hands now holding him close around his waist.
Blaine bit his lip and nodded, still smirking. "Yeah, you probably should," Kurt admired how flustered he was, his cheeks rosy and his hair a little more tousled than usual. "I'll get the tickets and the pictures," He kissed Kurt softly on the lips, keeping it quick to avoid getting carried away again. Kurt rolled off his lap onto the bed, watching him leave the room. "And you get changed. Love you." He added as he walked out the room, smiling over his shoulder.
"Love you." Kurt replied, already having shrugged off his waistcoat and starting to undo his shirt buttons.
Forgot to say earlier - like the last chapter of True Colours, this chapter is un-betafied, which means I'm more nervous than usual about uploading this because I don't have anyone to reassure me that it's okay...
C xx
