A/N- Sorry for the slight delay, ff was down.
Kurt? Where are you?
Out.
Out where? It's not even eight.
Fishing with your dad.
... Excuse me?
I know.
You're joking, right? This has to be a joke.
No joke. He asked if I wanted to join him and I said yes. Why don't you spend the day with Wes or something?
The day? You're going to be fishing ALL DAY?
Apparently so. Or rather, he's going to be fishing and I will be trying to complete level 127 of Candy Crush.
Will you be back for dinner?
I think the idea is that we bring dinner back with us. You may be going hungry tonight.
Hey Kurt, do you remember how we used to text?
Okay. I'm going.
No, don't go. Come on Kurt.
No. No, no, no and no again. Your dad is right next to me.
I'm hard.
Hard work.
Please.
NO. Go...watch porn or something.
Nah, don't need to. I still have images from the other night.
Good. Use them. I'll see you later ;)
Blaine falls back on the bed with a laugh before firing off a quick text to Wes then heading to the shower.
"No Kurt?" Wes asks as Blaine gets in the car an hour later.
"No. He's uh...he's gone fishing with my dad."
"He's what?"
"I know."
"That's the weirdest thing I've heard since that time you got drunk and tried to order a shark sandwich in KFC."
"I'd forgotten about that," Blaine laughs. "That was years ago."
"So what do you want to do?"
"I need you to help me pick out a suit."
"Oh no. Blaine, please. You should just let Kurt buy all your clothes. He's so much better at it than you or I."
"I know that, but he can't pick this because it's a surprise and I don't want Kurt to know I'm getting it."
"Oh," he says as he starts the engine. "Oh!" The realization dawns on him as he stares at Blaine with wide eyes. "You're gonna propose!"
Blaine pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. "Just drive me to the mall, Wesley."
"Don't call me Wesley."
"Will you be my best man?" he blurts.
"Blaine, I...I...yeah. Of course I will. Thank you."
"Are you crying?"
"Little bit, yeah," he says, putting the car in park before they've even got to the end of the drive. "Crap. You always make me cry. I'm sure we shouldn't be friends." It doesn't stop him reaching across and pulling Blaine into a tight hug though, which Blaine returns readily.
"Thanks Wes. For everything."
"No worries. Aw man! I can't believe you're gonna propose," his voice is almost a squeal of excitement as they finally drive away.
"I'm planning to propose, I should say. I've still got to ask Burt's permission."
"Really? You're going to do that?"
"Yeah. I think...well I think it will mean a lot to Kurt if I do."
"It will, for sure. I just hope he agrees."
Two weeks later.
"Okay. I know I said I missed our Friday afternoons, but this is ridiculous," Burt smiles as he envelops Blaine in a strong hug. "Good to see you buddy. Kurt with you?"
"No, he has classes. I'm just here because...um... Well, I wanted to see you about something."
"Oh? You drove all the way from Chicago just to ask me something? You couldn't call?" Burt asks as they sit down on their usual two stools, though he's guessed already what Blaine is trying to say.
"No," Blaine says as he puffs out a nervous breath. "I uh...it needed to be face to face." Drawing a deep breath once more, he turns to look Burt square in the eye. "I would like to ask Kurt to marry me, if that was okay with you."
"It's more that okay," Burt smiles warmly. "You didn't need to ask me, you know."
"I know. But I felt that I should. It's only right. I think... I think if it were the other way around I'd like it if he asked my dad- especially if I was only nineteen."
"I guess he's young in a way...but it's you two. You're never conventional about anything. When you gonna ask him?"
"New Years Eve," Blaine says decisively. "I was gonna wait until summer, or even his twentieth birthday... But I've had the ring burning a hole in my back pocket for four months now."
"That long?"
"Yeah...I dragged Wes along to help me choose it right before we moved. I've always known."
"Funny, that. I have too," Burt teases. "So do you have a date in mind?"
"Well he has to say yes first," Blaine laughs, and Burt picks up on the nerves in his voice right away.
"He's hardly gonna refuse," Burt says with a firm hand on his shoulder. "Relax."
"I just want...need...for it to be perfect. Kurt deserves perfection."
"Is this where you make some quip about 'that's why he's with me?'"
"Haha, no. I wish."
"You okay, kid?" Burt asks, suddenly taking a closer look at him.
"Am I too old?" he suddenly blurts, looking up with a blush staining his cheeks.
"You're asking me, at fifty one, if you, at thirty four, are too old? Too old for what, exactly?"
"Is this fair? To propose to Kurt? To tie myself to him for life? In my head we would marry after he graduates, but I'm gonna be nearly forty."
"Or thirty seven," Burt counters. "Depending on how you look at it. And can I be honest here? I think you'd be damn unfair not to propose to him. You know it's all he wants. Kurt loves you, and only you. He doesn't give a damn how old you are, how young he is, or whether it rains or shines as long as you two are together. Don't let some unfounded fear get the better of you, Blaine."
"He uh...he wants a baby someday," Blaine almost whispers. "I do too, but I just keep thinking what if that's where it all goes wrong? What if I'm too old, too impatient to become a first time dad in my forties? Cause that's what I'm gonna be, by the time we've settled down properly and Kurt feels ready."
"Blaine, has someone said something to you?"
"No," he says, "well...not recently. I used to fear that he would leave me for someone his own age," he sighs as he hands Burt his coffee. "I don't worry about that now. I know he won't leave me. That's like...a completely unfounded fear."
"That's good."
"Yes. But there's this guy on his course... Adam," he spits the name out and Burt nods in immediate understanding. "He wants Kurt," Blaine explains. "I know Kurt's not interested...like I said, that's not an issue. But this guy keeps playing on all my insecurities, and the last time we met he just kept on about our age gap, about how Kurt's gonna be in his prime while I'm old and gray... And then he said about the baby thing. And that really hit a nerve I guess. Because...honestly...I'd be ready for kids now. And I keep wondering if...whether...by the time Kurt is...whether that window will have passed for me, and I'll be thinking that actually, a kid would be a darn nuisance."
Burt sighs, walks to the shop door and flips the closed sign before coming back and settling opposite Blaine once more. "Okay. Answer me this. If- when you and Kurt first spoke of this- if he had declared that he never wanted kids, couldn't stand them and had no intentions of becoming a father, would you still want to be with him?"
"Of course!" Blaine answers without hesitation. "That doesn't define who Kurt is. It doesn't alter his personality, the Kurt I fell in love with."
"And now? If he was to tell you he'd had a rethink and he didn't want them?"
"I'd still want him," Blaine emphasises. "I want Kurt."
"And do you think Kurt wants you, or wants kids?"
"He wants me," Blaine says with a dopey grin.
"Correct. You guys... It's not going to be easy. I remember your dad telling us, years ago, that sometimes the gap between yourself and Cooper felt like nothing at all and at other times it was huge. That will be the same for you two, Blaine, and you can't hide from that. You need to deal with it. Right now it's all perfect, cause you're both singing off the same hymn sheet. But think back to when you were very first dating. You know there were tough times. God knows, when he went through all that deal with Karofsky he acted like a complete teenager for a long while...which was exactly what he was of course, but it nearly drove you two to breaking point. You need to discuss this with him," Burt urges, even as Blaine shakes his head emphatically. "You do. You need to find a compromise."
"I'll just wait until he's ready."
"No, you won't wait, Blaine. The very thing that nearly finished you two for good a few months back was your complete inability to confront your fears together. I get that you like to make Kurt happy, I do. But this is important to you Blaine, and you can't just marry the guy and then sit tight, hoping that he'll want kids sooner rather than later."
He watches as Blaine fiddles with his car keys, taking it all in and processing his thoughts before he speaks again. "Son, I'm withdrawing my permission for the time being..."
"What?" Blaine cries as he lifts his head.
"Hear me out... Just momentarily, while I say something. And it's important, okay? Don't take offense. I'm saying this as much for your sake as Kurt's."
"O-Kay," Blaine agrees warily.
"Think very carefully about this, Blaine. Make sure your reasons for proposing are the right ones. Don't go rushing into it just to try and silence others, or secure your relationship. You and Kurt are better than that. You're secure enough already. No one will come between you."
"Is that what you think?"
"It's not, actually. But I'd like to hear your reasons for wanting to be engaged- cause there's no denying it's gonna be a long engagement."
"Kurt's seventeenth birthday," he begins- looking anywhere except at Burt. "I uh...I gave him that bracelet. One of the charms has a diamond set in it and I told him it was...uh...because I hoped to put a diamond on his finger one day." Pausing, he clears his throat and lets out a shaky breath. Burt smiles as he realizes how hard it is for Blaine to talk about these intimate moments of their relationship, reassured by how much they obviously mean.
"I've always known. I've always dreamed about asking him to marry me, and there have been many times in the last two years where I've been so consumed by my love for him that it's all I can do to keep from falling to one knee there and then. But I've always held back. I didn't want to scare him for a start, and I needed for him to be out of high school because it just felt wrong otherwise. But as soon as everything was settled in Chicago I just knew it wouldn't be far off- which is why I dragged Wes out ring shopping right before we moved.
Something switched at Thanksgiving. I can't put my finger on what, exactly, but it was like our relationship just moved up a level. Kurt said to me that it just keeps getting better, and he's absolutely right. I'm fine with a three year engagement, because I look on that ring as confirmation of the promise we made to one another, that our future belongs to each other. Besides which, Kurt will need that time to plan his outfit," he smiles, embarrassed by his outpouring and he falls gratefully into the hug Burt offers.
"Permission reinstated," he says gruffly into Blaine's shoulder. "Not that my permission should have anything to do with it."
"It has everything to do with it, for me," Blaine tells him earnestly. "I love you, and Kurt loves you. I need to know that I have your blessing to make him my husband."
"Well you do. You absolutely do," Burt says with a broad grin. "And Blaine? Don't listen to what anyone on the outside says to you. You're good for him, perfect in fact. And your friends and family all know and understand this. But ultimately, it's only you and Kurt who matter in all of this."
"Thank you," Blaine nods.
"And you know... If this jerk persists, just punch him."
"I might have to, if I catch him near Kurt again," Blaine grumbles. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Burt chuckles, standing and tossing their cups in the trash. "Just the thought of you ever actually punching anyone, that's all. Come on. Grab your coverall, you can help me with this Chevy."
Blaine sighs and reaches for his phone, drumming the fingers of his other hand against the steering wheel in agitation.
You're not home. Boo. :(
No, he types, pausing to crawl forward another foot, the line of traffic in front of him still solid.
The traffic is a nightmare. Go ahead with dinner, I'll grab something when I eventually return.
I wanted us to go out tonight.
You can still go.
Is that okay?
Sure. I'm pretty tired anyway.
Too tired for slightly tipsy, horny Kurt when I get home?
Ha! Never. If I'm asleep just wake me up, okay?
How was work?
Good.
That's all? Usually you ramble on...I mean...tell me really interesting stuff ;)
Yeah, it was good. Okay. Traffic moving. I'll text you later. Love you xxx
An hour later and Blaine has moved less than ten miles, and is regretting ending their text conversation so abruptly, but he can't handle lying to Kurt even if it is for good reason. He fiddles with his iPod, singing along to a few random tracks and thinking he needs to find another acoustic night to perform at, when his phone lights up again.
Is this outfit okay? Attachment: 1 image.
Fuck, Blaine's fingers fly over the keys as he grins to himself. You know what eyeliner does to me. And those jeans... Kurt, your ass should be illegal. Shit.
So it's okay?
It's better than okay, but now I'm getting hard. And I'm still in heavy traffic.
I thought you said it was moving? I figured you must have stopped for food. You are stationary, aren't you?
Yes thank you. God Kurt. Why did you send that to me?
Because I want you randy as hell and ready and waiting for me when I return, okay?
I can safely say that will not be a problem.
I think I'm gonna suck you.
Kurt, why must you do this to me? Just...go annoy Joe or something. He's oblivious to your sexual charms.
Whereas you?
Whereas I am very much aware and now very desperate. Fuck. I'm now palming myself and the woman in the next car is looking at me strangely.
Haha! Okay, I'm going to annoy Joe :P Loves ya! xxx
Eventually Blaine makes good progress, and although the holdup has added two hours onto his journey he's in good spirits and looking forward to Kurt's return later that night. He pulls over into a burger joint just outside Chicago, figuring it will be easier than cooking when he gets home. Hs halfway through his meal when the picture arrives and he almost drops his phone onto his plate. Kurt is staring straight into the camera, eyes emphasised with eyeliner and hair artfully styled. His cheeks are pink with exhilaration and his lips curve enticingly around the straw he is sucking on. But Kurt himself is not what causes Blaine's shock- hot as the picture may be. It is the undeniable presence of Adam directly behind him, looking to the side but still with one hand resting on Kurt's shoulder that does it. Grabbing his phone, he slams a handful of bills on the table and texts Joe as he storms to his car.
What bar are you in?
Hey! The Bedford. Why? You joining us?
Yes. But DO NOT tell Kurt.
He arrives an hour later, still boiling with anger as he scans the bar for Kurt and his friends. He spots them sitting around on high stools, Kurt laughing and joking with Joe and others, shrugging Adam off as he leans in to say something. This does it for Blaine, and wasting no more time he storms over to them, pushing a random girl out the way, and lands a solid right hook to Adam's jaw.
"Get the fuck away from him," he roars as Adam falls to the floor. "My boyfriend, not yours. How many times do you need to be told?" He straightens his clothes and turns to look at Kurt- and the fear and trepidation in his eyes is met with... Pride? Happiness? Kurt beams at him as he takes his hand.
"Joe, I'm taking my boyfriend home," he says quietly as he leads Blaine from the bar.
"Sure thing!" Joe calls after them. "I'll call you tomorrow. Late tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine says as soon as they're out on the street. "I know I shouldn't have done that but I umpf..."
He is cut off abruptly as Kurt pushes him up against the nearest wall and kisses him hungrily. "That was awesome," he gets out before joining their lips once more, ignoring the catcalls of passers by in favor of thrusting against Blaine and growling with desire.
"He makes me so fucking angry," Blaine seethes, almost oblivious to Kurt's want as he subconsciously allows him access to his neck. "Fuck. I want to go back and punch him again."
"No, no," Kurt says as he drags him away. "Let's go home. Did you drive?"
"No, I ran," Blaine says as he allows himself to be dragged down the street. "Seriously," he says, waking up to Kurt at last, "you liked it?"
"Yeah," he laughs, "What's not to like? My boyfriend punched a huge kick ass jerk to the ground because he was coming on to me. That's...that's all kinds of hot."
"So are you," Blaine tells him, stopping to slide his hands around Kurt's waist. "I'll never stop fighting for you. And I won't tolerate anyone coming on to you when they know you're taken." Nipping at Kurt's neck, he laughs darkly at the way Kurt whines for more. "Taken by me," he whispers hotly into his ear.
"Yes," Kurt cries softly, arching his body toward Blaine, snaking his arms around his neck.
"Minx," Blaine grins before kissing him deeply, fisting his hair and dragging him unfathomably closer as their tongues meet. "You're getting me hard."
"What you gonna do about it then?" Kurt asks cockily, breaking away and sauntering down the street, ass swinging in just the way he knows Blaine likes. He hears a laugh of disbelief, followed by hurried footsteps before Blaine's arms are around him from behind.
"You're gonna suck me off," he whispers into his ear, making Kurt shiver.
"Let's get home then," he replies, voice cracking with desire at this dominant side of Blaine.
"Not home. Here." He drags Kurt from the main street, down a narrow alley where he stops halfway down.
"Are you kidding?" Kurt asks incredulously. "Anyone could walk past and see. People use this alley to cut through..."
"I really don't care," Blaine says roughly as he unbuckles his pants. "You said you'd suck me off, and that's what you're going to do. Sounds like someone could do to remember who he belongs to."
"Fuck." Kurt leans back against the wall, allowing Blaine to palm him through his jeans before firm pressure on his shoulder reminds him to sink to his knees. "I'm yours," he says simply, eyes twinkling in the shadows as his tongue snakes out to lick its way around the head of Blaine's cock. "Always yours."
"Yes," Blaine sighs contentedly as he allows Kurt to work his magic. "Mine. Shit, you know how to use that mouth, Kurt."
There is no answer, only a contented hum as Kurt sinks down around him, teasing and drawing the most mind blowing patterns with his tongue as he sucks Blaine's dick.
"Only mine," Blaine growls as he tangles his fingers into Kurt's hair. "Look at me," he commands. When Kurt looks up it is with an impish grin, lips resting right near the head and his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You know what I want to do, don't you?"
"Go for it," Kurt says as he opens his mouth and grips the back of Blaine's legs.
Blaine wastes no time, snapping his hips back and forth as he fucks hard into Kurt's mouth who just takes. Kurt can feel tears pooling in his eyes as he tries to keep from gagging, and he knows there is spit dribbling down his chin onto his shirt, but he can't bring himself to care. Blaine is so...strong. So manly and willful, on fire with lust and jealousy as he pounds Kurt's face...and then suddenly freezes. Shivering in the cold night air, the icy ground seeping into the knees of his jeans, Kurt keeps his mouth around Blaine and looks up, expectantly.
"Shh," Blaine says softly with a finger to his lips, and it's then that Kurt hears footsteps. He makes to move, but a strong hand in his hair commands him to stay still and he watches as Blaine looks over his left shoulder. "Evening ladies," he says, in what Kurt always refers to as his smooth talking ladies voice.
"Hi," one of them smiles, then as they spot the outline of Kurt, lurking on his knees in the shadows they dissolve into giggles and run the rest of the alley.
"Holy shit Blaine! They..."
"Suck me," he orders again, and Kurt senses that now is not the time to argue. Kurt doesn't know if it's the cold, the thrill of getting caught or the way he's wound so tightly, but pretty soon Blaine is bracing one hand against the wall behind Kurt's head as he comes, hot and wet into Kurt's mouth, who struggles not to choke but manages to swallow every drop before being hauled roughly to his feet and kissed passionately. His back is pressed into the hard, uncomfortable wall behind them but he pays it no heed as Blaine's tongue explores his mouth, tasting himself and groaning as he does so. When his hand finds the front of Kurt's jeans, he bucks wildly under the touch and breaks their kiss to cry out.
"Oh shit! Blaine! Please, please. Touch me. Oh fuck...I need you to touch me." He is desperate, whiny with need as Blaine palms him roughly again and quiets his mouth by kissing him again before breaking away to hold one hand under his jaw as he bites into the soft flesh of Kurt's neck.
"You like me touching you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Kurt cries as he fumbles to try and unfasten his jeans.
"You want me?"
"I always want you. Only you, Blaine. Only...fuck!" He comes with a shout of relief tinged with frustration, but then grins as he realizes his boyfriend of over two years can still make him come in his pants. "Holy shit," he groans as he allows his head to fall limply onto Blaine's shoulder.
"I'm really sorry," Blaine says as he pulls Kurt in for a tight hug. "I didn't mean to be rough I just...I was angry. Not with you," he adds hastily.
"You weren't rough, you fool," Kurt says as he lifts his head to kiss at his cheek. "I know Adam is a jerk, and I'm sorry all of that had to happen, but I love me some jealous Blaine."
Blaine huffs an embarrassed laugh as he offers Kurt his arm. "Let's go home. We can make hot chocolate with marshmallows and talk about this evenings events."
"Um... The way I see it, you were like a totally hot superhero, punched the bad guy, swept me off my feet and then we had awesome hot sex down some back alley and got rudely interrupted halfway through. There. Discussion over. Now, let's go home for round two...I might last long enough for you to touch me this time."
"Kurt... Just so you know... I love you more than ever."
They walk along the road, arm in arm as Blaine rests his head contentedly on Kurt's shoulder and he kisses into the older man's hair.
"I love you too Blaine. And just so you know...I'm yours forever."