Hi! I'm an idiot.
I would beg for your forgiveness, but I'm pretty sure I don't deserve it. It seems like I always have these weird mini-hiatuses in the winter, huh? Sorry about that. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!
Blaine Anderson was the perfect boyfriend.
He was (kind of) nice, he was (kind of) polite, and he behaved (most of the time) in public.
Okay so maybe he wasn't the perfect boyfriend. But he was trying. At that's what meant the most. Right? At least that was what Blaine tried telling himself as he bit rude comment after rude comment back as he let Rachel practically ruin his apartment with crappy decorations and glitter.
"No Blaine! What are you even doing? Have you never hung decorations up before? The stars go up here!" Rachel scolded for the fifth time and Blaine gritted his teeth. He'd rip the girl a new one if it wasn't for Kurt. He didn't know what his boyfriend wanted in a New Year's party, and since it was a surprise… well. He'd just have to endure Rachel's loud and obnoxious personality.
"Okay Rach, I think you should step back otherwise I'm pretty sure the midget is gonna turn you inside out," Mercedes called from the other side of the living room. Rachel finally looked at Blaine's annoyed face and actually took a physical step back.
"I'm just trying to help!" She protested, but didn't try to correct Blaine again nonetheless. Blaine was pretty sure if she'd tried, he would've snapped and thrown both of them out and just forgot about the stupid party. He didn't even have a reason to throw a party; he hated parties. He'd even told Kurt so. And Kurt had been okay with that. Kind of.
"No party? Like not of any kind?" Kurt had been shocked.
"No? Why would I want to throw a party when I can go to any random club and get the same experience but without the day after clean up?" Blaine had shrugged. "Besides –"
"But what about your fam– I mean, what about your friends? What about watching the ball drop? What about the whole New Year experience? What–"
"Oh wow, relax gorgeous," he'd laughed. "It's just a day like any other. If I want to see my friends, I call them; and if I wanna watch a ball drop, well." And he'd winked but Kurt hadn't really given him his normal sassy response. He'd sighed deeply and then forced on a smile. "You're right. We don't have to have a party."
And that had been the end of it. Or so Blaine thought. Until he started getting this weird tight feeling in his lower stomach. At first he just thought his horniness had finally gone to a physical level, but he soon realized that the feeling was bad consciousness.
Just because he didn't like parties, didn't mean Kurt didn't. And when he saw the way Kurt looked at every single New Year's decoration in town (and there were a lot; it was New York after all), he'd felt awful. Kurt loved everything about parties; not the whole drink-till-you-pass-out thing, but the whole thing with working out details and decorating and, well, all the things Blaine hated. But how could he deny Kurt a New Year's party when the brunette clearly wanted it so badly?
Then again Blaine Anderson didn't go back on his word. And he really did hate the whole private party thing. But if he made it a surprise, he figured it'd make up for it all. He'd get extra boyfriend points (and god knows he needed them after all their fights), and Kurt would get his stupid party.
So Blaine had done the one thing he'd never imagined himself doing.
He called Rachel Berry.
So yea, first he had to steal Kurt's phone, which was pretty hard when it was practically glued to his hand, but Blaine was nothing if not persistent. That and he gave a killer blowjob, so he knew how to wore Kurt out enough that he could steal the annoying girl's number from his phone.
She hadn't really been willing at first. But then he'd mentioned something about letting her sing at his club coming New Year – he may not like the girl, but he wasn't deaf; he knew talent when he heard it – and she'd agreed.
So that's how Blaine found himself with Mercedes Jones and Rachel Berry as his house guests on New Year's day. He'd told Kurt he had work to do during the day, but they'd spend the evening together, which really wasn't a lie. He still has his dad on his heels, so while his boyfriend's friends had run around his apartment, Blaine had been sitting in his office working. Until Rachel's complaining about him doing nothing had become too loud and he'd have to help with the stupid star decorations.
The hardest thing about keeping a secret from Kurt Hummel was just that. Keeping it a secret. Because Kurt was everywhere at once, even when he wasn't physically there. Blaine had had to force him to go home and then by the store before showing up, because there was no other way they'd have enough time to set up.
xxx
It was almost five o'clock when Kurt slammed the door shut to Blaine's apartment.
He was tired.
Not just because he hadn't slept much the night before since, well, Blaine had been very 'awake' since Kurt had told Matthew off. He was tired because of work and the fact that he wouldn't get to spend his New Year with his friends. Blaine had told him he could go if he wanted to, but… well. It was their first New Year together, and Kurt wanted that stupid cliché New Year's kiss, even if it meant no party.
Or so he'd thought.
Until he stepped into Blaine's apartment only to find it covered in stars and glitter. He looked around with big eyes and caught Blaine's eyes.
"Surprise?" He said with a crooked smile and Kurt had to grip the kitchen counter not to fall.
"You–"
"More like we," Rachel said as she entered the kitchen with a smile. "But you can thank us later," Mercedes supplied from behind her.
"Did you– a party?" So yea, his voice might have been a few octaves higher than normally, but he was pretty sure it was just excitement. He kept staring at Blaine, who seemed more and more uncomfortable with their maintained eye contact.
"Um– Well, you wanted–" He didn't get to say anymore because he had two arms full of Kurt.
"Oh my god, you idiot!" Kurt shrieked.
"I– I'm sorry?" Blaine tried, even as he wound his arms around the brunette's waist.
"You're so dumb," Kurt laughed. "How could you– and a party and– Blaine, you hate parties?"
"I do," he responded, but there was a smile on his lips and Kurt couldn't help but let out another squeal and hug him even closer.
"Just so you know, it's not just your friends, I –"
"I know, I know, but oh my god, you're the best boyfriend ever!"
Best boyfriend ever is actually better than being a perfect boyfriend, Blaine thought with a smile as he received several light kisses from Kurt.
xxx
The evening was… interesting.
Loud and filled with drama and way too much booze, but… interesting.
First drink
"I just don't get why you're friends with her, babe, she's awful!" Blaine said and glared at Rachel, who was clinging to one of his friends.
"She's also one of my best friends Blaine, so please be nice. We've been friends since high school, what do you expect me to do? Just throw her out of my life?"
"I did," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Second drink
"How come you've got nothing but guy friends?" Kurt asked as he swirled his drink around; looking at the way Blaine's friends were dancing with his.
"How come you've got nothing but girl friends?" Blaine shot back with a wink.
"Touché."
"No but really, why don't you have any more guy friends?" Curiosity filled his eyes and Kurt had to choke down a laugh. Wasn't it clear?
"Guys don't really like me, honey," he said with a sweet smile.
"I like you."
"I know you do."
"You like me back."
"Yes I do."
Fifth drink
"Blaine Anderson, you get your hands off my man!" Rachel Berry's voice boomed over the music and Blaine reluctantly separated his lips from Kurt's.
"What do you want, Berry?"
"I want to dance, and Kurt is the best partner in this entire apartment."
"You have a living room full of professional dancers," Blaine pointed out.
"But I want Kurt!"
"Oh the stress of being wanted," Kurt mocked with a smile; fanning himself and sighing exaggeratedly. "But fine, let's dance Rach. I think Blaine needs some time to cool off anyway."
Tenth drink
"Where's Kurt?" The last time Blaine had seen him, he'd been with Rachel and Mercedes, and the apartment wasn't that big. He couldn't just disappear.
"I thought you had 'im? We need to sing a duet; it's almost mid- midnight!" Rachel slurred. She clearly couldn't hold her liquor the way the others could.
"Yea well, I need to kiss him cuz it's almost midnight, so I win."
"Urgh. I hate you."
"Likewise Berry."
"Stop calling me Berry, Anderson!"
"I'm sorry, Rachel, my dear beloved friend, I never meant to hurt you with my words."
"You –"
"Oh! Kurt! Kurt, baby!" And then Blaine was gone from Rachel's side. "You are so drunk," Blaine said with a laugh as he reached the others. Kurt was currently sitting on the shoulders of Puck; bending backwards to half-way lie on Mike – who was sitting on another guy's shoulders.
"'m not!" Kurt protested, even as he slid a little further down Mike's body. "I was just comforting Mike!" He said and rose back up; nearly hitting his head on a lamp. "Cuz I beat him."
"Beat him?" Blaine turned to look at Mike, who was blushing slightly. He mumbled something and Blaine had to ask him to repeat himself.
"He knew more about Tina than I did."
"Well, aren't they like best friends or some shit? Of course he'd know her better than you," Blaine said with suppressed laughter. Apparently Rachel wasn't the only one drunk off her ass. Mike and Kurt didn't look much better.
"No I mean… He knew more about... certain things," Mike stage-whispered.
"I– What?"
"Y'know. Private stuff. Like how she–"
"Okay no," Blaine quickly interrupted. "No, no, no, I do not want to know!"
"That's what I thought Kurt's reaction would be like, but…"
"She's my girl," Kurt shrugged. "We know these things about each other."
"Oh?" Blaine asked. "Tina, would you like to play then?"
"You're going to lose sweetie," Tina said from her seat on the couch. She'd been watching them talk while drinking the last of her drink and trying not to laugh too loud.
"If I do – which I won't – I'll teach you how to throw a real punch?"
"You said my punch was good?"
"Good for an amateur, yes," Blaine smirked.
"Fine! What if I lose then?"
"You, uh," Blaine chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. What would he make her do?
"You'll have to sing at Blaine's club!" Kurt said excitedly. "Oh my god, she totally has to do it, Blaine, she's got the most amazing voice and–"
"Kurt!" Tina exclaimed. "You know I don't do performances anymore I–"
"Fine," Blaine said with a smile. "If you lose, you have to sing at my stage."
"You– Fine," Tina mumbled. "You're going to lose anyway."
xxx
"Let's start with an easy one," Mike said. A few of the other guests – or more like, every single one of them – had gathered around them as they started the game. "And Kurt." The brunette perked up at the call of his name. "You're not allowed to help either of them, understand?"
"Yup," he giggled.
"Okay, so… Tina, where's Kurt the most ticklish?"
"That's easy," Tina laughed. "His feet, totally."
"Kurt? True or not true?"
"True," Kurt said in the exact moment Blaine said "Not true." They looked at each other and Kurt scowled at Blaine before saying: "Do you suddenly know my body better than I do?" Blaine just grinned and moved closer. He grabbed Kurt around the ankle and before the brunette could even get out the no on his tongue, Blaine had started tickling him. A laugh burst out of Kurt and he was soon writhing around on the floor, laughing and trying to kick Blaine in the head.
Finally Blaine let go of Kurt's foot and avoided the other before his grin turned slightly predatory. "His feet, you said, right Tina?" Tina nodded and crossed her arms over her chest with a victorious smile. Blaine just winked at her and mouthed a 'watch this'. He then proceeded to tackle the still panting Kurt to the floor; sitting on his stomach with his arms pinned under his knees. He leaned down to whisper in the brunette's ear. "Remember the first time I gave you a blowjob?" And he didn't have to say anymore, because Kurt was already blushing furiously at the memory and he yelled right into Blaine's face before he'd even started ticking him.
"I hate you, Blaine Anderson!" The last word got stretched into a hysteric laugh as Blaine let his hands run up and down Kurt's sides; finding that place right by the side of his chest that had him trashing and screaming and crying with laughter.
Five minutes to midnight
"I can't believe you told everybody that, you jerk. I take back every nice thing I have ever said about you." But no matter how much he complained, Kurt couldn't help but feel a little proud. He'd been with Blaine for less than a year and the other still knew more about him than one of his closest friends. Sure, Blaine might not know which mall was Kurt's favorite, but he knew how he liked his coffee in the morning, and he knew when to leave him alone during the day and when not to. It was… nice. Comforting. To have a person that close to you; having the power to crush you, but deciding not to.
"Babe, I'm sorry, but she almost had you with that Marc Jacobs knowledge!"
"You should've known the answer to that one."
"How in the world was I to know you liked his designs better than Alexander McQueen? I thought he was your idol in everything?"
"He is. But his designs have always been a bit extreme; Marc Jacobs have a fierce yet elegant style, which–"
"Right okay, okay, I get it. I should've known, I'm sorry."
"You better be."
"I can make it up to you," Blaine said quietly and wound an arm around Kurt's waist.
"How so?"
"Look at the TV and listen." And as Kurt turned, everybody in the apartment started counting down. 5… 4… 3… "Happy New Year Kurt."
2…
"Happy New Year, Blaine."
1…
The whole firework-thing they tell you you'll feel when you kiss your one true love? That's a lie. But that didn't stop their kiss from being that much more spectacular with the fireworks sounding in the background.
xxx
"Blaine," Kurt called quietly as to not shock his boyfriend into wakening. When he didn't react though, Kurt had to raise his voice to a louder level, just to have his eyelids twitch.
"Blaine!" Finally the other man grunted an incoherent response, before turning around and burying his face in his pillow. "Blaine, you have places to be today, remember?"
"How are you so awake? You drank the same amount I did," Blaine murmured into the pillow before curling into fetal position and pulling the blanket over his head. An annoyed sigh reached his ears and then the warm blanket was pulled from his body and he curled even further in on himself.
"That's the power of fabulousness, now get your lazy ass out of bed. I already woke up the others; they've gone home, and you have a responsibility young man."
"Yes, mom," Blaine mocked but didn't move a muscle.
"The hospital and Sam is waiting, Blaine, so you better be wearing clothes when I get back in here," Kurt said in a stern voice as he walked out of the bedroom. Blaine sighed and sat up.
"It's not like she's going anywhere," he mumbled and reached for the shirt next to the bed; completely missing the sympathetic look Kurt sent him.
When they'd both dressed and eaten breakfast they made their way to the hospital, as many times before. Blaine had told Kurt he always spent New Year with Sam, which was really the only reason he didn't go to parties. Kurt had felt bad – but Blaine had assured him Sam wouldn't mind, and they'd visit her the first day of the year, so she didn't really have anything to complain about. If she'd been able to.
xxx
It was supposed to be a day like any other.
It was supposed to be just another visit to the hospital and then home to nurse Blaine's hangover and maybe watching some stupid movies while getting absolutely nothing done with the clean-up of the house. And then they'd order pizza and go to bed early and it would be a great start of the year.
That's how it was supposed to be.
But things never really turn out how they're supposed to, do they?
It started out fine. Blaine saying hello to the nurses who knew him and Kurt trailing behind him, nodding politely. That's how they usually did this. Not that they'd been there a lot; but the holidays had been an important time for the younger Anderson, Blaine had explained, so even if it was only for an hour, they'd tried to visit Samantha as much as possible.
But after about an hour of Blaine talking to Sam's unresponsive body, there sounded a knock on the hospital door. Both men turned towards the sound.
"Blaine?" A quiet voice asked as the door opened slightly.
"Yea?" Blaine answered; doing his best to sound normal. He always got emotional when he told Sam about the things happening in his life. Because she should be able to talk back. She should have been right by his side; experiencing these things herself.
"I'm so sorry to do this but- oh, you're not alone." The nurse stopped in the door and looked rather nervous.
"What's up?" The hard surface was back again, but both Kurt and the nurse knew that it was only that. A surface.
"Um…" She looked so uncomfortable that Kurt almost volunteered to leave the room.
"It's okay. I don't have any secrets from Kurt," Blaine shrugged and Kurt smiled slightly. He'd like to think that was true and went both ways in their relationship. No more secrets.
"I- okay, yea. Um, I'm sorry honey, but I have to ask you to leave."
"I- what?" Both boys turned fully to face the nurse, who looked like she'd just had to kick a puppy. Which was pretty much what Kurt felt like he'd just witnessed.
"You know I'd never allow this, but since it's your father who pays the bills, I have to-"
"My father?!" Blaine interrupted angrily. "What did that asshole do this time?!"
"Blaine, calm down," Kurt tried, even though he was pretty pissed himself.
"No! I won't fucking calm down! He's never even visited her here!"
"Sweetie," the nurse tried.
"No! No, we have to- I have to- Can you sign her over in my name? I can pay the bills!"
"I'm sorry Blaine, but-"
"God damn it! You know he's never been here! I'm all she has!" Blaine's voice broke several places while he was shouting and the façade he'd put up was slowly crumbling too. Kurt noticed the way his hands balled into fists and his entire body was shaking with suppressed anger and sorrow.
"I know, but-"
"Fuck it! Fuck this, and fuck you!" Blaine yelled as he stormed out the door.
"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed. It wasn't the nurse's fault.
"Don't worry," she said with a sad smile. "It's not the first time he's yelled at one of us. I just wish there was something we could do. That father is indeed an asshole, excuse my French."
"Oh," Kurt said awkwardly. "Um, I better go find him."
"You do that, honey. He's never had anybody there for him, ever since his mother took her own life. The poor kid." Kurt stood stunned for a minute before nodding numbly and rushing out the door.
Blaine's mom committed suicide..?
Okay so now that we've gotten this far, I have to say:
ThaNK YOU OMG I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL READING THIS SILLY FIC AND GOSH I'VE MADE SO MANY MISTAKES AND I JUST? I am so incredibly happy you guys are still here with me :') thank you!
Ok so take a deep breath because now it's gonna get serious
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