A/N: Hi guys! *waves*
I'm on a camping trip with my family right now, and I've kinda suffered from a bit of a writer's block the past few days, but I've finally finished chapter 13 for y'all! (it might be slightly rushed and filled with typos since I didn't have my beta look it over)
ENJOY!
Friday came around and Kurt was actually quite happy to be going home to Ohio. He needed a break from all the drama; and he didn't just mean with Blaine and their relationship. Everyone at work knew something was happening between the two Andersons, and as much as Kurt wanted to ask, he knew Blaine wouldn't want to share that with him. Not yet at least.
Kurt was slightly surprised when Blaine offered to take him to the airport, to put it mildly. He might've gaped unattractively and Blaine had possibly laughed at him.
"Well, who says I can't take my boyfriend to the airport when he's going to see his family?" The curly haired man had joked and put an arm around Kurt's waist. This was safe. There was no kissing so he was free to touch.
Kurt swallowed down his instinct to flinch away and instead leaned a little bit closer. It was nice, being able to do stuff like that. He'd thought it over a lot after their fight, and Kurt couldn't blame his exes for leaving him. He'd never been this comfortable with any of them. He didn't know what it was about Blaine; his attitude shouldn't be as comforting as it was, but somehow his tough looks made it easier for Kurt to relax. What Blaine said had been true; he'd never lied about himself, he'd never made himself look like Prince Charming in Kurt's eyes.
They reached the airport and instead of copying the couples around them - embracing and kissing chastely with tears in their eyes - Blaine pulled Kurt closer by his collar ("Blaine! This is Ralph's Lauren!") and sucked his lower lip into his mouth; drawing a moan from the taller man. The people around them shot them dirty looks, but Blaine just laughed and slapped Kurt's ass before turning around and leaving with a "See ya babe!" thrown over his shoulder.
Kurt knew he should be horrified; Blaine had just humiliated him in front of all the people he was sharing a flight with after all, but he couldn't get himself to care. They were okay.
xxx
Saying goodbye had never really been Blaine's thing, even as a kid. Abandonment issues, his therapist used to say. Blaine just brushed it off as him hating airports. He knew if he relaxed too much he'd realize he wouldn't be able to see Kurt for a few days, and Blaine Anderson did not get lonely, so he made his way to the gym; bag already securely in the trunk of his car. You could say a lot of things about Blaine, but he was always prepared.
He parked his car in his usual spot and went inside with his bag over his shoulder. It'd been too long since he'd had some bonding time with his punching bag. The woman behind the counter smiled seductively at him and Blaine smirked back at her before making his way into the changing area.
He'd begun to strip out of his shirt when two warm hands settled on his waist. He frowned slightly and turned around only to find himself having to look up a bit. In front of him stood a tall (taller than Kurt) brunette with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Sebastian," Blaine greeted with a bored voice. I've barely been alone for an hour and that idiot comes on to me.
"Blaine," Sebastian replied with a smooth voice. "You haven't been here lately; I almost thought you were getting bored with me."
"Good guess," Blaine said in a cold voice and stripped out of his jeans. He felt Sebastian's eyes on his ass but shrugged it off. Let him look. He pulled into his shorts and wife beater and made his way out of the changing rooms. He barely made it to the boxing area before Sebastian was on him again.
"Aww Blaine, c'mon, what you've been doing all week?" Then the slender man's grin widened and he added. "Or maybe I should say who you've been doing?"
Blaine felt the anger bubble in his stomach but took a few calming breaths. It wouldn't do any good to punch Sebastian in the face, no matter how tempting it sounded. He was being too sensitive; Sebastian had no idea that Blaine wasn't fucking around anymore. Maybe I should enlighten him.
"My boyfriend," Blaine said in a bored tone, even though his stomach did a summersault. He'd never been able to say that word in a serious manner before.
"Oh yea, sure," Sebastian laughed it off. "So? Was he any good?"
Blaine ignored him as he pulled on his gloves. There was no need to explain to Sebastian that Kurt didn't want to have sex with him; that would surely damage both his image and Sebastian's face, when he would start laughing again.
"Was he better than me?" Sebastian purred right next to Blaine's ear. Blaine's brow furrowed and he had to close his eyes to stop himself from just turning around and beating that smirk off his face. Instead he slowly turned his head to the side and sent Sebastian his winning grin.
"It doesn't take much, does it?" He said lightly. 'We haven't had sex yet' just wasn't in Blaine's vocabulary. He knew he shouldn't care, but he had a reputation to uphold and just the fact that he had a boyfriend now lowered his status. Not that Blaine particularly cared; he just hated having Sebastian laugh at him.
To Blaine's surprise, Sebastian didn't move from his spot and he just kept on smiling.
"I'd like to change your mind on that," he told Blaine and straightened up, so he was towering over him. Yea, Blaine might've let it slip once or twice that he liked taller men. Taller men like Kurt.
"Boyfriend-captured, remember?" Blaine turned around and pulled his iPod out; wanting to drown out Sebastian's voice since he couldn't insult him enough to get him to scram. He put in his earplugs and turned the volume up so loudly Sebastian wouldn't even try to speak to him, and then he began punching.
Blaine couldn't quite remember when he'd started boxing.
It had been after his fifth therapist had given up on him and told his dad he needed a healthy outlet for all his feelings. His dad had huffed and told her loud and clear that he'd already tried making Blaine do sports; he was just too much of a fag to do it right.
And then Blaine had walked past the locker room at his old school and seen a muscular guy beating the crap out of a punching bag. And he'd known instantly that he would take up boxing. His dad had been skeptic; but then again he always was when it anything to do with Blaine. So he'd started taking lessons and suddenly it was his escape; his outlet.
Blaine threw punch after punch until the sweat was running down his back and brow. Thinking about his dad was not helping him concentrate on his breathing, so when he finally stopped, he was panting. He ran the back of his arm over his forehead and cringed. He needed a shower now.
As he made his way back to the changing room, he nodded to the guys he normally hung around and then slipped inside and over to his locker. He quickly stripped and found his towel before stepping into the shower area. He hung the towel and then turned on the water.
Before long footsteps sounded in the shower and Blaine felt hungry eyes on his body. He frowned and opened his eyes to find Sebastian leaning naked against the wall with a smirk on his face.
"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," Blaine mumbled as he poured shampoo in his hand and started massaging it into his hair.
"I would if I wasn't sure you'd kill me for it," Sebastian laughed and walked closer. Blaine ignored him as he washed out the shampoo and started scrubbing down his body. When he finished he wrapped his towel around his hips after shaking the water out of his curls. He made his way to his locker and was about to dress when he sensed another person next to him.
"Let's go out," Sebastian said and tried to wound his arms back around Blaine. He shrugged him off and sighed.
"Sebastian, how many times do I have to tell you-"
"That you have a boyfriend, yea whatever, does he have you in a leash or something? Aren't you allowed to go out and have fun?"
Blaine gaped a bit. Of course Kurt didn't have him on a leash. He'd never been owned by anyone and he was never going to be owned. He- Blaine took a deep breath. He might have a boyfriend now, but he wasn't a… a kept man. Even the word made him cringe.
"Fine, I'll come," he said and started dressing. Sebastian's smile was one filled with victory.
"Same place as usual," He purred before winking and making his way over to his own locker. Blaine just finished dressing and walked out of the gym to his car. He wasn't sure if what he was feeling was guilt, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell Kurt that he was going out. He'd never had a boyfriend before.
xxx
The flight to Ohio was boring as usual and Kurt used most of the time to finish a few of his sketches and read a magazine. When they landed and he'd found his suitcase he walked out and was met by his dad and stepmom. He smiled when he saw them and was soon picked up in a warm embrace.
"Hi kid," Burt mumbled into his hair and Kurt laughed.
"Hi dad." He turned to Carole who gave him a hug or her own before taking his suitcase even as he protested. "Hi Carole. Where's Finn?"
"He had to go pick up Vanessa," Burt explained as they loaded the car. The drive to the Hudmel house was relatively short and the normal polite greetings and questions were shared. Kurt found himself smiling and not worrying about Blaine.
It was only when Carole turned around in her seat and fixed him with a suspicious stare that his nerves started growing.
"So," she started. "How's life in New York?"
"Same as it's always been," Kurt replied and sent her a smile. Carole just kept her suspicious expression before it slowly turned into a grin.
"How's Blaine then?" Kurt sighed. He knew this would come. He'd just really hoped it would've waited until they were home and he could go hide somewhere.
"He's fine," he replied, because really, what did you even answer to that? Of course Blaine was fine. When Kurt left at least; he didn't know what the curly haired man would be up to this weekend. 'Just a quiet night alone in my cabin and a calming cup of coffee' had been Blaine's answer, so Kurt had no idea.
Carole opened her mouth to ask more questions but Burt interrupted her, before she could interrogate Kurt any further.
"Let the poor kid land before you start your questioning, Carole." And so the rest of the ride went by in silence, which really didn't bother Kurt all that much. He was just happy to be home.
xxx
It was dinner time before Carole started asking again.
Kurt had been placed in his old room (now a guest room) and he'd unpacked quickly but carefully. The door had slammed and Kurt instantly recognized Finn's footsteps on the stairs. He'd opened the door to his room only to be squeezed into a crushing embrace.
"Hi Finn," he'd said and they'd gone downstairs to the others.
Kurt had helped Carole prepare dinner, even as she tried to tell him he didn't need to. She'd just get Finn to help. Kurt had just scoffed and started; there was no way Finn could've magically been turned into a great cook and he loved to be of help.
As the family sat down and began to eat, Carole turned slightly to Kurt. Burt and Finn were currently discussing sports of some kind. Kurt knew he would have to share some details with his stepmother. He held up a hand before she could talk.
"He owns his own club, but works part time for his dad in an office," Kurt explained; skipping over a few details on the way. "He's twenty one and we met at his club." More details were skipped. "He asked me on a date after being jealous of Daniel - you remember Daniel, right? Well yea, apparently Blaine liked me and asked me on a date."
"And how long have you been together?" Asked Vanessa from Kurt's other side. She'd tuned out of the men's talk to listen in on Kurt's tail.
"Oh. Um. Not for long," Kurt said. That wasn't a lie.
"How does he look?" Carole asked curiously. She knew Kurt wasn't only into looks but clothes meant so much for him. "Is he tall? Blond?"
Kurt actually laughed. "Eh, no. He's actually a bit on the short side and dark haired." Both women looked at him expectantly, with something like confusion in their eyes. Kurt hadn't really had the chance to gush over Blaine's looks to anyone other than Mercedes, so he'd almost forgotten he was allowed to. So he took a deep breath and started talking.
"He's a bit shorter than me, but he's more muscular built. He's got this gorgeous dark curly hair, even though he slicks it down at work most of the time. His fashion sense is not all bad, as long as he gets a little help - from me, of course," Kurt smiled as he thought of Blaine banging his head against the wall in the dressing room in frustration.
"He's strong, and he's got the most beautiful hazel colored eyes I've ever seen. They change color sometimes too; from green to brown, to almost yellow. He's got these really thick eyebrows, and you know that's a good sign of him not getting bald," Kurt said.
"He sounds…" Carole trailed off, trying to find the right word.
"Hot," Vanessa finished for her and all three of them laughed. Until they saw the faces of the two others at the table. Burt looked split with happiness for his boy and the uncomfortable feeling he always got when Kurt told them about a guy. Finn just looked confused.
"Who're you talking about?" He asked.
"Kurt's boyfriend," Carole explained and soon the girls were engrossed in deep conversation again; dinner forgotten in front of them. They ended up sitting in the living room and watching a movie that night and Kurt hadn't been so relaxed in weeks. He was finally home with his family without having to worry about his relationship or his work. It was heaven.
xxx
It was 3am when Kurt got a call.
It wasn't the first, but Kurt had been asleep when his phone had buzzed before. He'd just turned around on his side when the phone vibrated again. He opened his eyes groggily and fumbled around until he found the phone.
"…llo?" He mumbled as he closed his eyes again. A high pitched giggled sounded so loudly on the other end that he had to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment.
"Kuuuuuuurt!" Greeted a happy voice. Kurt's eyes shot open.
"Blaine?"
"Yup, 's me, how'd you know? You recognize my voice? That's so cute!" Kurt sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes.
"Blaine, why are you calling me at-" He looked at his alarm clock and groaned. "3.02 in the morning?"
"Cuz you didn't pick up your phone before, silly! I got worried!"
"Are you drunk?" Kurt asked. He'd never heard Blaine talk like that before. He sounded so young and happy.
"Suh-lightly," Blaine slurred and Kurt heard a crash on the other end of the phone followed by a whimpered "Ow."
"Blaine? Are you okay?" He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.
"Uhuh. 'm great. Just fell over my chair," Blaine said and a soft thump followed shortly after.
"You fell over your chair?" Kurt asked with big eyes. How drunk was he?
"Yup," Blaine mumbled.
"Shouldn't you go to bed?" The brunette suggested gently. Surely Blaine would rather sleep it off than keep talking to Kurt now that he had answered his phone.
"I was going to! I am going to! 'm here now. But I wanted to call you first."
"At 3am?" Kurt had to stop himself from smiling. Blaine was kind of cute when he was drunk.
"Yea, cuz I had this really important thing to tell ya!"
"And what is that?"
"I- Sebastian asked me to- to this club, and I know all he ever wants to do is-" A hiccup interrupted Blaine's speech. "Is fuck, and y'know, it's nice to fuck and I really like it, but I really like you more-" Kurt blushed slightly. "-so I was saying no but I ended up going anyways, and-" Another hiccup. "This guy kept putting his tongue in my ear-"
Kurt paled. Blaine had called to tell him he'd cheated on him. Before they were even real boyfriends, Blaine had found someone else.
"Blaine-" He tried but was ignored.
"But I said no, because I've got you and I like you a lot, and I didn't kiss nobody tonight." Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine's voice. "So I got all proud, cuz I wanted to kiss, but I really just wanted to kiss you, and that's kinda weird for me cuz kisses are kisses y'know, but your kisses are the best kisses."
"That's nice." Kurt smiled gently into the phone as he heard Blaine's breathing slow down.
"Blaine?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"Mmh?" Blaine replied sleepily.
"I really like you too." A happy noise was all Kurt received before he heard Blaine's soft snores through the phone. He hung up after listening for a few seconds.
Kurt instantly decided that getting drunken calls from Blaine was the best thing ever.
xxx
Blaine woke up with a horrible headache. He was lying on top of his covers on his bed with all his clothes on. He groaned and instantly regretted it. It made his headache even worse. He slowly rose to a sitting position and then discovered the phone still clutched in his hand. He looked at it for a moment before his eyes grew big with fright and he hurriedly unlocked it and went to his last calls.
'Kurt Hummel' grinned mockingly up at him from the screen and he had to swallow twice before his breath could make its way out of his throat. Fuck.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbled as he rolled out of bed.
A quick shower and ten missed calls to Sebastian later found Blaine pacing his apartment. What had he done? He'd gotten so drunk he couldn't remember the last half of his night. It had been months since he'd been to a club other than his own, so of course with Sebastian paying his drinks, he'd just kept drinking. He remembered the blonde guy trying to grope and kiss him, but he'd pushed him away. Hadn't he?
He also remembered falling over a chair at some point; and judging by the cut on his jeans, he remembered correctly. Sighing one last time and looking at the clock - 2.32pm - he picked up his phone and swallowed nervously. He could do this. He'd just apologize for calling at such a late time and then calmly ask Kurt if he'd said anything about the night. He could totally do that.
It took him fourteen minutes to actually call Kurt.
"Hello?" The high voice sounded and Blaine had to actually kick the couch to make himself start talking.
"Hey," he said in a slightly awkward voice.
"Oh hi Blaine, how's your head doing?" Okay so Kurt didn't sound mad, more like slightly amused. So he might not have angered him last night, but apparently he must've said something funny.
"My head?" As if on cue a throb went through his head and he groaned silently. "It's fine."
"Good. Why did you call?" Kurt asked and Blaine started pacing again. No stuttering and no sounding like he was sorry or hung over. It wouldn't do any good.
"Um yea, I saw I called you last night-" Oh great, that wasn't busting himself completely. Idiot. "And I was just wondering, eh, if- if maybe-" Kurt's laugh interrupted him. Blaine frowned.
"You were just wondering if you'd embarrassed yourself by drunk dialing me, right?" Blaine just mumbled something incoherent. "Don't worry," Kurt assured. "You were being the perfect gentleman.
This time Blaine outright groaned. "Oh my God, what did I do?"
"Oh no, you let me live in fear of what I'd done for weeks," Kurt teased. "I'll let you simmer for a bit more."
"Aww, c'mon!" Blaine felt his mood get better instantly. It was funny how quickly Kurt had become his happy place.
"I'll tell you when I get home," Kurt said.
"When do you get home again?"
"Do you miss me already?" He laughed.
"In your dreams," Blaine responded but still had a smile on his face.
"I'll be home tomorrow evening," Kurt said.
"See ya tomorrow then."
"You're picking me up at the airport?" He asked. Blaine's smile grew.
"Sure."
..now, in one of the next chapters (I think - you never know with these boys) there'll be quite the time-gap. I hope you don't mind me jumping a bit in the boy's relationship; I just feel like we need to get to all the exciting parts!
I just hope you agree with me *nervous face*
But before I go around and jump in time - would you guys like me to write the pick-up-at-airport scene? And would you like me to keep Sebastian in the story? Please tell me what you think! Thank you!