A/N: HELLO GUYS.
Thank you so much for the positive response I've received! (Please keep it coming: positive, negative, whatever, I'm happy to read it all!) This chapter isn't really looked over as much as the first one, because, well .. Just because I'm in a lot of pain and my sight isn't so amazing XD I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.
This chapter is dedicated to three girls, who've had a rough day.
Ewon, Lara and Michelle. I hope this will put the smile back onto your faces. I love you. 3
That was the- "Most embarrassing moment of my life," he groaned and threw himself on the couch. I never wanna get up again, I just wanna lie here until- The doorbell rang. Damn it. He walked out to the door and didn't even bother looking through the spy-hole. He flung the door open; ready to yell at whoever was disturbing his self-pity. He had a ginormous bucket of ice cream screaming his name from the freezer. Needless to say he was slightly shocked to see Blaine of all people standing at his doorstep.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt hissed. Blaine looked awful. Well, he looked good as always, but his clothes was torn and wrinkled and he had darkening bruise on his face.
"Am I too early for our date?" Blaine responded sarcastically and took a step closer to the door, but Kurt blocked it with his body.
"Let me in, I dropped my keys, I need a place to sleep," Blaine sighed; hand clutching at his right side.
"As if I'd ever do that."
"Let me in," he repeated.
"No!" Kurt didn't want this man in his apartment. Not now, not ever. He'd never-
"You owe me, Kurt." Fuck.
"Urg. Fine!" He said as he opened the door wide and let Blaine stumble inside. He saw a red spot forming on the man's hand.
"Ohmygod, is that blood?" He yelped.
"He had a knife," was Blaine's only explanation.
"Who had a knife?"
"The guy I beat up for you."
"The guy you- You beat him up? Ohmygod, I have a criminal in my home! What am I gonna do? I'll get arrested and be charged for-"
"Would you please shut up?" Blaine said through gritted teeth as he turned around sharply; wincing at the rough movement. Kurt snapped his mouth shut and walked to the kitchen.
"At least he said please," he mumbled to himself as he roamed around the cupboard.
"What're you doing?" A voice behind him asked. He jumped a bit, but then forced himself to sound calm and relax his shoulders, when he spoke.
"Getting bandages, so we can patch you up and you can be on your way."
"Let me sleep here," Blaine said as he yawned.
"No," the brunette turned around and said; crossing his arms.
"Why not?" Blaine asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"You know perfectly well why!" Kurt snapped back angrily.
"Oh," Blaine said; a smirk evident in his voice. "You're thinking I might just take you."
"N-no," Kurt denied and turned his back to the other man again. Don't let him get to you, don't let him get to you, don't let him- Suddenly he felt a firm body pressed against his own. He tensed visibly.
"You think I came here just to fuck you," Blaine breathed with a soft chuckle.
"No, I-I didn't. I don't even get why you're here in the first place." Kurt turned around quickly and shoved some bandages into Blaine chest. "And I think you should leave now."
"Oh? Really?" Blaine whispered and closed the tiny distance between them. "You really want me to go?"
"Y-yes," Kurt mumbled. He put a hand to Blaine's chest to push him away, but instead he felt a hand on his own.
"I think you'd like me to stay," the curly haired man breathed. Kurt was about to come with an earth-shaking counter attack answer, when Blaine burst into a coughing fit. Which resulted in a handful of blood.
"Shit," the curly haired man said through gritted teeth as he looked down at his now red hand.
"Urg, that was just plain disgusting," Kurt said and wrinkled his nose. He was kind of worried though. Coughing blood was not a good sign.
"Well, fuck you too," Blaine spat and then bend slightly over when the hard breathing made his wound ache. "Fuck, ow!"
"Okay seriously, the swearing stops being hot at some point," Kurt said and rolled his eyes. Then he stepped closer to the other man. When he was in this state he wasn't really a threat, so he put a hand on the firm back and bent the knees.
"What the fuck are you-"
"Just be quiet," the brunette said and placed his hands under Blaine's knees before grabbing and pulling him into his arms; bridal style. He's not as heavy as he looks.
"Oi! What the fuck are you doing?" Blaine yelped and tried to wiggle his way out of Kurt's embrace. Kurt stopped dead in his tracks.
"Okay, you listen to me now, you complete moron. I will carry you to my living room, where I'll patch your pathetic excuse of a body together; then I'll give you a blanket and ignore you for the rest of the night. And hopefully when I get home from work tomorrow, you'll have dragged your ungrateful ass back to your own place. Am I making myself clear?"
"Whatever," Blaine grumbled, but he stopped moving long enough for Kurt to get him into the living room.
xxx
Blaine Anderson wasn't a particular bad guy. He liked leatherjackets, yes. He drove a bike, yes. He did smoke once in a while, yes. But he didn't swear in front of his parents and he didn't fuck every girl he met. That may mostly be due to the fact that he didn't really speak to his parents, and he was gay.
Blaine lived for his dancing and singing. He could play eight different kinds of instruments, and his dancing repertoire wasn't half bad either.
But when Blaine woke that particular day he didn't feel like the amazing individual he knew he was. He felt like a homeless person with a really bad hangover. And how did Blaine Anderson get rid of hangovers? He drank a shot of whiskey and went back to bed. So imagine his surprise when he rolled out of what he thought was his bed and wasn't immediately met by his dresser; but instead lost his balance and slipped down onto a soft blanket.
He yelped in pain and clutched at his right side. It was burning and throbbing, but- He looked down. It was bandaged. He hadn't bandaged his wound, had he? Then his eyes fell on his clothes. He was in a pair of too long PJ pants and a big t-shirt.
"What the fuck?" He mumbled. He looked around the room and realization hit him hard. Kurt. Blaine slowly got to his feet and dragged himself to, what he thought, was Kurt's bedroom. On the door was a note.
Had to go to work; don't touch anything. Put the key in the mailbox, thank you. - Kurt.
Blaine almost laughed out loud. "Don't touch anything, huh?" He mumbled and smirked. The whiskey was completely forgotten, and the only thing occupying the man's mind now was how he could touch as much of the apartment before Kurt got home. Because he was not just going to leave like this. He'd dreamt of that ass ever since he'd first laid his eyes on it, and Kurt's cold attitude didn't scare him away. More like the opposite. He took the note, crumbled it and threw it somewhere on the floor.
Blaine decided a shower was in order when he accidently looked into the bathroom mirror. He went into Kurt's bedroom to find a set of clothes and noticed that his own shirt and jeans were neatly folded on a chair near the door. He discussed the thought of wearing that for a moment, but then he shrugged and went hunting in the brunette's closet. He almost choked on his own tongue, when he looked inside it. He had gotten the feeling that Kurt liked designer clothes, but to think that every single item in his closet was either Alexander McQueen, Marc Jacobs or some other famous designer still surprised him.
Blaine found an outfit that didn't scream too much look-at-me and then shuffled back to the bathroom. On the way, he snatched up Kurt's iPod speakers, which were seated in his bedroom too. He placed the speakers next to the sink, dropped the clothes onto the toilet and then went hunting again. This time he needed an iPod. He went through every jacket hanging in the hallway and finally in the last one he found an iPod Classic with neatly folded earplugs around it. He pulled the earplugs out and threw them on the floor before making his way to the bathroom again.
The curly haired man put in the iPod and almost gagged at Kurt's taste in music. All show tunes? He wondered but soon enough found a playlist called 'I so need a new life'. Blaine looked at the title twice before actually putting it on, but the music was more lose and modern, so he ignored the weird name. In no time the bathroom was filled with the voice of one Katy Perry; supplied by Blaine's own voice. He got out of his dirty clothes, untied the bandages and turned on the water. Then he stepped inside and looked at Kurt's impressive collection of shampoo and conditioner. He chose a shampoo for 'wild' hair with the smell of strawberry and washed his locks before carefully cleaning his wound on his right side. It wasn't deep or big, but it was starting to itch and burn.
Before long Blaine was out of the shower and wrapped in one of the fluffiest towels he has ever seen. It covered him from shoulders and down to his toes. He guessed that Kurt loved the feeling of being wrapped up tightly.
"Maybe he'll let me tie him up," he said quietly to himself as he dressed in the brunette's clothes. He threw the towel on the wet floor of the bathroom and went into the kitchen. He was hungry and surely Kurt must've had some kind of food hidden. He roamed around the fridge, but found nothing more than some healthy shit, that he'd never even heard of before. He sighed loudly. Do I really have to order a freaking pizza?
But then he opened the freezer and instantly felt better. His face cracked with a grin and he took out the enormous bucket of chocolate ice cream. Now we're fucking talking!
He found a spoon and jumped down onto the couch in the living room. He turned on the TV and looked at the clock. Wow. I've slept forever. Too bad the princess ain't here. I'd love an afternoon fuck. He shrugged and turned his attention to the screen, where a badguy was in the middle of beating up the good guy.
xxx
Kurt stepped into his apartment a little over four in the afternoon. He had done great at his job again today, and he hung his navy blue jacket up, before making his way to the living room. Or at least he was about to, when he stepped on something, which made a weird crack sound. He looked down and saw his beloved earplugs sticking out from under his foot. They were completely broken, but he couldn't stop to worry, before the sound of his television reached his ears.
You've got to be kidding me!
Kurt marched into his living room to find Blaine sitting on his couch. Newly washed and in Kurt's clothes. Kurt felt his face lose all its color; as bad as it was that Blaine was actually still here, that was apparently not enough for the badboy. He was eating Kurt's ice cream too. Kurt's pity ice cream. Which he had wanted to sit down and eat to forget everything that had happened the last two days.
The curly haired man looked up from the television and caught sight of Kurt when he felt the death glare on his face.
"Wan' shome bab'?" Blaine mumbled through the ice cream in his mouth and held out the spoon. Everything seemed to go into slow-motion as the last bit of ice cream fell from the spoon and down on the carpet. Kurt's eyes grew to a horrifying size. "Woops," Blaine shrugged.
"You. Fucking. Bastard. Do you know how much that carpet costs? More than your monthly salary I'm sure! Oh my God. Out! I want you out of here, you- URG!" Kurt was so angry he stumbled over his own words.
"Chillax, princess."
"That's not even a word!" Kurt's voice was raised to an alarming level, but that didn't seem to bother Blaine. Out of all the things he could be, he looked… annoyed? He rose from the couch, put the empty bucket down on the table and made his way to the door, where he slipped into a pair of Kurt's converse.
"Where the hell are you going? You could at least apologize, before-" Suddenly he was slammed up against the wall; a hand on each side of his face.
"Will you shut that trap of yours for two seconds?" Blaine growled. Kurt should be scared. He knew he should be. But instead he felt a shiver run up his spine. Wrong, wrong, wrong! He's scary, not sexy! Blaine didn't seem to notice Kurt's inner monolog, and if he did he hid it well. He pressed his body hard up against Kurt's one last time and then stepped back with a smirk on his lips.
"Follow me," he said and walked out of the door. Kurt scrambled after him; locking the door quickly. Where were they going?
Apparently they were going to the carpet store at the end of the street. The very expensive carpet store. And Blaine strutted through the doors as if he owned the place. He marched right over to a couple of shelved under a sigh saying Flokati.
"Which one?" Blaine asked as he crossed his arms. He looked so bored and out of place Kurt was tempted to laugh.
"What?" He asked instead. Laughing was not OK in this situation.
"Which fucking carpet was it?" The curly haired man growled. And that was when Kurt noticed that they were standing in front of the kind of carpets Blaine had just ruined at his apartment. How did he know which brand it was?
"Um, that one?" He said as if asking. It wasn't exactly like the one he had; it was a new model, but it was close enough, since his wasn't even in stores anymore. He didn't really know what Blaine was doing; was he actually going to buy him a new carpet?
A bright noise sounded throughout the store and Kurt turned to look fully at the other man. Blaine had whistled and suddenly there were two helpers bouncing next to him.
"What can we help you with, sir?" The first girl purred and threw her hair over her shoulder. Kurt almost gagged. But then he looked around and noticed that quite a few of the customers were looking at them.
"Wrap that up," Blaine simply said and pointed at the carpet Kurt had picked out.
"Wha- Wait!" Kurt exclaimed and grabbed Blaine's arm. This carpet was a lot more expensive than his old one! He quickly regretted coming close to the other man, as a hand pulled him closer by the waist. The smirk was plastered on Blaine's face again.
"Want something else too, babe?" He said with a glint in his eyes that Kurt couldn't quite read. "Some pillows to go with the carpet maybe, huh?" Kurt shivered as Blaine's breath hit his ear. But then the other man's words sunk in.
"No!" Kurt said and pushed his way out of Blaine's embrace. "No, you don't have to-"
"Don't back down now, princess. I'm buying - you can pick out whatever."
At first it had taken Kurt aback. He didn't want Blaine to spend all his money on a carpet, even if he had ruined Kurt's. But then he got embarrassed. And mad. Blaine was talking as if Kurt couldn't buy his own things. He was talking down to him. Like he was better than Kurt. He gritted his teeth.
"No thank you," he said coldly. He didn't need this man's money. He was doing fine by himself. And if Blaine thought he could buy his way into Kurt's life - or pants for that matter - he was solemnly mistaken.
Blaine looked a bit surprised at Kurt's sudden change of tone, but he just shrugged it off. What did it matter anyway?
The two girls made a big number of bending over at grabbing the carpet from the shelve, and Kurt felt his blood boil. He hated girls like that. And he hated the smug thought that ran through his mind. Because he didn't know if Blaine was even really gay or bi or just a horny idiot. He felt worse by the minute and before the girls even reached the counter, he turned around.
"I don't need it," Kurt said icily as he walked past Blaine. He stomped out of the store and was about to go home, when he realized that maybe Blaine would just follow him there. He gritted his teeth. Why had he even let him in yesterday? He didn't want anything to do with the man, and now he knew where he lived.
Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the time. Mercedes should still be at work and if he was quick enough, maybe she'd let him stay with her for a few h- At the exact same moment his phone rang.
"Kurt! Thank God!" Tina's voice sounded.
"Hi girl, what's up?" Kurt said as he walked towards the coffee shop.
"I have a favor to ask, and I know you're not normally up for dating and I wouldn't have asked you if this wasn't an emergency, but-"
"Tina! Relax. What is it?" He interrupted with a smile. She was always so full of energy that girl.
"I got a date with that guy, Mike," she started.
"Really? That's great! Congratulations!" Kurt couldn't really remember anything about the guy other than he was Asian and had great abs. But that was enough anyways, wasn't it?
"Kurt please go with me!" Tina said in a high voice.
"Wh-what? Sweetie, you don't invite people to your dates, you-"
"I know, I know, but it's not really a date, more like a meeting and his friends will be there, but I can't just show up alone, I really need you to go with me!"
"Sorry Tina, but I really don't think-"
"Please, please!"
"Can't you ask Rachel?" Kurt really didn't feel like going to more parties on weekdays. They always ended badly. And he did have work tomorrow!
"She can't come," Tina pouted.
"Mercedes?" He knew it was a long shot, but maybe-
"She's at work, you know that!" Kurt could almost see her puppy-eyes.
"Urg. Fine!" He said as he rubbed his temples. "Where am I supposed to meet you?"
Somehow the thought of Blaine being one of this Mike's friends had escaped Kurt's mind completely. The only bright side of this he could find was that he at least didn't have to go home. But he'd have to talk to his girls about this drinking-on-weekdays-thing. It wasn't good for him.
"Thank you, Kurt! You're a life-safer! You can come over to my place, if you want? Help me pick out an outfit?"
"Sure," Kurt said with a tiny sigh. "Oh, but we'll have to go by my place before we go out then. I cannot go to some party in my work clothes." Tina laughed at the other end.
"Of course. See you soon!"
"Bye."
Kurt hung up with a deep sigh and turned around on his heel. Tina lived in the opposite direction; which meant he couldn't even grab a cup of coffee for his growing headache. He decided to walk to the Asian girl's apartment to get his mind off of things, but instantly regretted this, as he searched his pockets for his iPod. Even if he'd remembered the damn thing, his earplugs were still lying in his apartment - broken to pieces. And then his trail of thought led him to Blaine. Again. He gritted his teeth. This was so not what he needed right now.
A/N: Do you think Blaine will be there, huh? Let me know your thoughts! Thank you for reading!