I can't tell you all how happy it makes me every time I get a new notification for this story, it puts a huge smile across my face. Just to let y'all know, I am going to try to finish the story before my birthday (a little less than 2 months) but if I don't just a little warning that it will go on hiatus for a lil while, I am going to be traveling a lot in the months of May and June. But enjoy ;)
Minutes turned into hours and the boys remained locked in each other's embrace. Blaine sleeping off his hangover and Kurt sleeping off his headache and stress. It was after noon when they finally stirred and began to function.
"Kurt, you have no idea how glad I am to see you, to feel you right now."
Kurt leaned into bury his face in Blaine's shoulder. "Me too, but God bay, you need a shower - you smell like a brewery."
"You should take one with me."
"B, the girls are home." Blaine whined and pulled himself up.
"Okay, okay. After my shower I really have to get doing that work."
Kurt just smiled and got out of bed. "Come on and let's get some hot coffee first." Blaine followed Kurt out, still only in his boxers, into the kitchen.
That was when Kurt heard it. "I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest. Or the girl who never wants to be alone."
"What's wrong, Kurt?" Blaine asked as he saw Kurt walk over to Santana's closed door. He heard Santana singing over the track.
"ah the sun is blinding, I stayed up again. Oh I am finding, that's not how I want my story to end. I'm safe, up high, nothing can touch me -"
"She only sings Pink when she's depressed. This song really hits home for her, she used to drink - a lot - after everything. I'm worried that she's singing it now." Blaine just nodded his head in understanding. He understood the emotions and the processes of dealing with the emotional toll of a loss. Even though he knew that he would never fully understand what they went through he still could relate.
Blaine walked beside him and took his hand. The pushed open the cracked door and couldn't help but to laugh at what they saw.
Santana and Liliana were jumping up and down on Santana's bed, hair brush microphones in hand, jamming out. Their heads bounced from side to side and every now and then their air guitars could strum and would hit the pretend drums to the beat.
"No pain, inside, you're my protection. Why do I feel this good sober?"
Santana saw them out of the corner of her eye and jumped off of the bed. "Do you feel better Kurt?" Kurt responded with a nod, so she turned her focus to a very frightened Blaine. "As for you Oompa Loompa. Kurt may have forgiven you but I don't forget. Mess with him and I will bring the wrath of God down upon you. Kurt knows this well, my middle name isn't Diabla for nothing. You see all of those stilettos in the closet there? I will gladly lose a few pair to stick them into every orifice you have."
Blaine just nodded, his attention being stolen by a very demanding four year old.
"Daddy, Mommy told me you were sick, that's why you slept past lunch."
"Yea, baby Daddy is sick. Maybe Auntie Brit can come play with you so I can do some work."
"Okay! Mommy call Auntie so we can play. Oooo maybe we can do make overs!"
Kurt's ears perked up at make overs. "That sounds like a fabulous idea." He glanced over at Santana quickly, laughing at her reply.
"Ga-Kurt you're not getting near me."
"Whatever. Come to my room for a minute I need to talk to you." Santana followed Kurt out of the room into his.
"Wow I'm surprised it doesn't smell like a whore house in here the way you two -"
"Don't finish that sentence Satan. We are not rabbits you know."
"Could've fooled me. Anyway what's up?" Santana asked as she plopped down on his unmade bed.
"You scared me for a minute this morning."
"Why?"
"You were listening to Pink. You only listen to her when you are depressed."
Santana flung her hand as to dismiss those thoughts. "I know, but she loves Pink, which really isn't a surprise seeing as Munchkin over there is obsessed with her and Katy Perry. I mean so much so that it makes my breasts ache with rage." She mocked gagged herself before continuing. "I just wanted to put some positive memories to something that kept me in the dark for so long." Kurt watched her bitchy facade fall. "I mean, listen to the words Kurt. It has been so long since I was happy - since we have been happy - without the aid of something. Seriously when was the last time before all of this that I was actually happy without drowning my problems in booze? And when was the last time you took your meds?"
Kurt sat down beside her silently and thought about her words. She was right. "You know San," he began as he wrapped his arms around her. "I think we'll be okay."
"I know we will be."
"Now call Brit, I wanna get my make over on."
"You are so gay. Get off me."
"As gay as you are." He smugly replied as Santana pushed him off of her.
"Ooo Auntie I want purple eye shadow." Liliana exclaimed excitedly while wearing one of Santana's dresses.
"I don't know how I feel about that." Kurt mentioned, not liking the idea of his little girl wearing makeup.
"Oh Kurtie are your fatherly instincts kicking in? My mom used to put it on me at her age." Santana shot back.
"Exactly my point. I'm also not sure how I feel about the fact that she fits your dress."
"What can I say?" She shrugged returning her attention to the rollers in Liliana's hair.
"Princess, how about pink and lip gloss? I don't think Daddy will like you wearing purple."
"Okayyyy." She reluctantly agreed with a pout. Brittany started her make up while Santana unrolled her hair. Kurt began to dig around in Santana's closet to find the only pair of heels she owns with less than a 4.5" heel.
Ten minutes later Liliana's transformation was complete. She stood in the room with a hot pink club dress on Santana's on; which, thankfully, went to her knees. She paired it with black peep toe stilettos and loose curls.
"Oh my God." The three adults in the room exclaimed at the same time.
"San, she looks just like you. It's actually kind of terrifying." Kurt mumbled as Santana stood smugly.
"You look beautiful, baby!" Brittany exclaimed as the three reached for their respective phones.
"You gotta send this to Daddy. I look bootyful." The little girl said as she admired herself in the mirror.
Kurt snapped a picture of her patting her hair and making kisses in the full length mirror. With a roll of his eyes he sends in to Blaine.
Within minutes his phone is ringing.
"Hello?"
"Oh. My. God."
"I know right."
"She looks just like her. I don't know how I feel about makeovers anymore. Where's my baby girl in pig tails?"
"Oh babe she's still there, they are just playing dress up."
"I know, it's just weird."
"Same."
"Kurt, is she wearing make up?"
"Lip gloss and pink shimmer eye shadow."
"My baby." Kurt could hear the groan through the line.
"Yea, but, er, listen. I'm gonna go. Brittany and Santana will bring her home shortly."
"Oh, you're not coming?"
"No, I have some stuff to do is all." He lied. He hated lying to Blaine but he was still a bit hurt because of the previous day's events.
"Oh okay. Call me when you're done?"
"Yea. Love you."
"Love you too."
Kurt hung up the phone and sighed. He would deny it, but he was still upset from the incident of the day prior. He loved Blaine and he did forgive him, he just needed to think, time to sort through the plethora of emotions running through his head.
Blaine hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He's still upset and I'm such an idiot.
He hyperventilated a deep breath and closed his lap top. He finished 95% of the claims that failed and decided he'd finish it at work Monday. He had more important things to worry about; like how he was going to make Kurt happy again.
In the end, he thought it best to leave him be for the rest of the day. So that's exactly what he did.
That night Kurt fell asleep without even so much as sending Blaine a goodnight text.
Oh the other side of Brooklyn, Blaine stayed awake as long as he could manage waiting for Kurt's call. When he didn't he typed out a quick 'I love you' before his eyes shut for the night; his heart just a little broken and his phone fisted tightly in his grasp, just hoping that the line would ring at some point during the night.
By noon the next day Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He received an 'I love you too' reply, but it wasn't the same; it wasn't right.
He knew Kurt's Sunday schedule in and out. He quickly dressed himself and Liliana and headed out the door. He stopped off in Chelsea and dropped Liliana off with Cooper and walked the six blocks to Pret.
He stopped in Union Square. While cutting through, he spotted a woman selling roses. He picked out one red and one yellow and asked the older woman to entwine them together.
She gave him a knowing smile and tied them together with two ribbons, so as not to come undone. She wrapped them in a single piece of silver tissue paper and handed them to Blaine. He paid graciously as she spoke.
"You go make that boy happy now." She said with a wink.
"Thank you," He replied as he bowed his head slightly. "I will." Her smiled beamed as she turned her attention to her next customer.
He quickly crossed the square and went in through the side door of the cafe. He ordered two coffees and headed up the stairs hoping he'd find the beautiful man.
A smile crossed Blaine's face when he saw who he was looking for. His boyfriend sat in the middle of the cafe, lost in his own world. He loved the furrow of his eyebrow when he was looking at some hideous thing or another. He adored the passionate scribbling of the pen making notes on each of the pages, lined with post it notes.
He unconsciously crossed the cafe and stood before his boyfriend.
"This seat this taken." Kurt said dismissively not even looking up to see who stood in his sun.
"Oh really? By who?"
Kurt's head immediately shot up and saw Blaine standing there, the sun's rays illuminating his body. He had one hand behind his back, his other holding a tray with two coffees.
"Blaine! What are you doing here?" He almost squeaked.
"I- can we talk?"
"Of course, sit. Thanks for the coffee." Kurt blew into his cup to blow it off as Blaine still hid his arm awkwardly behind his back. "What's on your mind? Talk to me."
"Are you still mad at me?" He asked nervously.
"No." He sighed; he knew exactly what this was about. "I'm sorry I didn't call you last night. I just needed some time to myself. I needed to clear my head. But, no, I'm not mad at you anymore."
Blaine visibly relaxed and reached over the table to hold Kurt's hand. "You know I'm sorry baby. I was horrible."
"Blaine I told you to stop apologizing. Please. Now... What's behind your back?"
Blaine revealed the flowers behind his back and gave them to his boyfriend. Kurt smiled and he ran his finger gently over the petals.
"I got the red because, obviously, I love you, because you're beautiful and you are the most courageous and respectful man I know. I got yellow because I was jealous and because of that jealousy we have a promise of a new beginning." He took a slight pause before continuing. "Look at the stems."
Kurt stopped looking at Blaine to glare down at the stems. "Blaine they're..."
"Entwined. I know we've only known each other a few months, but I see myself spending the rest of my life with you. One day I want to be your lawfully wedded husband. This is just a promise of that."
"Oh Blaine!" Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes welled with tears. He jumped up and threw his arms around the shorter man. "I love you so much. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He replied as Kurt broke the embrace and kissed him chastely. "So, what are you working on?"
"Oh Blaine it's not important, it's just work. Come on, I want to go home. Is mini Snixx okay?"
"Yea, she's with my brother."
"So I have you alone for a few hours?" Kurt asked, hand in hand with Blaine as the crossed back into the square.
"That you do."
"Well I can think of a few ways to make them count." Kurt said flirtatiously as he purposely body bumped him.
Unbeknownst to Kurt Blaine caught the eye contact of the woman who sold the roses. She winked and smiled as the two walked by. Blaine could have sworn he saw her eye twinkle.
The two laid together on Kurt's bed; legs entwined and arms wrapped in a sweaty grip. The two were blissfully content to spend forever in each other's arms.
After a few minutes Kurt moved to get up. "Kurt, where are you going?" He whined as Kurt attempted to get out of bed.
"To put some clothes on, what if Santana comes home?"
"If she opens your closed doors and sees that's her problem. I like you just like this."
"Well I suppose it's not like she hasn't seen it before."
"That's not an image I want to envision babe." Blaine said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh stop." He said climbing back onto the bed straddling Blaine in the process. "You know, the day you first saw me we were actually talking about that."
"Do I want to know?"
"Well Santana is very confident in her skin. I mean hell she paid enough for those tits-"
"They're fake?" Blaine was honestly surprised.
"Uh yea. Ask her to show you."
"I'll pass."
"Suit yourself. You hang around here enough you'll see nudity soon enough. We are always at least semi naked. But anyway, that day I fell asleep in the shower and she had to go in and pull me out and I was like 'noooo you'll see my penis.' After the fever broke she reminded me of our conversation about me walking around naked so she wouldn't feel lonely."
"That doesn't even make sense." He laughed.
"It's Santana and I, does it even have to?" Thinking about it, when he retold the story it really mad no sense and was not at all funny. Eh, you had to be there.
"No I suppose not." Kurt leaned forward to capture Blaine's lips in a kiss. Kurt loved the position they were in. It was insanely sexual but in that moment it was only sensual. Two men breathing in each other's presence, blissfully oblivious to the outside world around them because in that moment they were the only two people in the world.
"Hey baby?" Kurt whispered enveloping his body as close to Blaine's body as he could.
"Yes my heart."
"Can we talk about everything please? I think there is still some more to be said."
"Absolutely. Come here and lie down and face me." Kurt slid off of Blaine and did as he was asked.
"What do you want to talk about, beautiful?" He asked, brushing his now messed up hair out of his eyes."
"Firstly, the cafe." Blaine nodded in response and encouraging him to continue. "The roses meant so much to me. You thought about it and that shows me that you mean it. And, you know, I agree with you. We haven't been together for long but I know I want to be with you forever too. Just like the song you sang in my dad's kitchen. 'Not just for tonight but for the rest of my life.' Thank you for everything. Sometimes I feel like everything is moving too fast, and like yourself, I keep waiting for the ball to drop or to wake up and realize that it was all a dream. Then I watch you look into my eyes and I know that I'm right where I belong."
"I do love you. I- I keep internalizing what I did and I just can't believe I reacted like that."
"It's one of the things I thought about yesterday. I think I know part of the reason why and correct me if I'm wrong. I think you are so worried about your heart breaking again that at the first worry, you get angry so as not to be hurt. You lashed out to not feel the pain. You've had more pain in your life than one person should ever have. I get it; honestly, I do. But please, just don't do it again."
Blaine sat silent for a minute as Kurt just held him with loving arms and looked at him with understanding eyes. "You know, I honestly think that may be a part of it."
"There is one thing you need to know and understand about me; I am not a cheater. I never have, never will be. I will tell you if I'm unhappy. I just need you to do the same."
"I will." Blaine, desperate to change the subject, replied. "But what if I don't keep you satisfied?"
"Oh B, that will never be a problem. If it ever does we can always find a way to spice things up."
"Oh really? Why don't we try that now?"
"Oh no, no changing the subject."
"Okay." He replied with an exasperated sigh.
"I want to tell you how I dealt with Brandon. I thought it important to know. After you left I called him and told him that it was best if we don't talk anymore. I told him that what he said was disrespectful to you and that I love you. Then I blocked his number."
"You didn't have to do that. I don't want you to cut people out of your life because I had a temper tantrum, or as Miss Liliana would put it a 'sissy fit'."
"A sissy fit, that's adorable. And I didn't do it for you, I did it for me. I don't want to associate with people who have no respect for me or the man I love. He's a tool. We were only together for like a month. He was full of himself, completely selfish, and honestly a flop all around." He said with a stink face which made Blaine chuckle.
"So he was a flop, huh?" He smirked, pulling Kurt flush with his body.
"Oh yes."
"So what would you classify kiss me kiss as?"
"Hmmm, how would I describe Mr. Blaine Anderson? Let's see, handsome, kiss sexy, kiss genuine, kiss kind hearted, kiss an amazing father, kiss a phenomenal boyfriend, unbelievable in bed, kiss with just a little bit of a temper." Kiss.
"You are my everything. You know that right? I don't know where I'd be without you and Mich- even Santana."
"And you all are mine. Seriously, Blaine. You saved me. I love you."
"I love you too."
The two laid on top of the blankets, bodies entwined with each other, much like the roses from earlier. Both men wordless showing their devotion to each other. Before long they drifted off to sleep completely exposed, in more ways than one.
Santana came home not long after the two fell asleep. She quickly changed out of her clothes and into her very tiny lace negligee; she was expecting company after all.
"Shit." She exclaimed looking through her pocketbook. She left her charger at Brittany's place so she sent a quick text to her girlfriend to bring it over when she comes. It's a good thing Kurt has the same phone as me. She thought as she headed to her best friend's room to borrow his charger.
The sight that met her was pure Santana gold. She walked into the room to see two very naked men lying sprawled out on the bed, knocked out. This is perfect. She smiled to herself. She quickly and quietly ran back to her room to get her phone. She made sure that the sound was on before standing with her back against the wall and takings picture.
"Wha? What was that?" Blaine mumbled when the shutter woke him up.
"Well, well, well. It looks like not everything on you is little. It's no wonder Lady Hummel limps around here all the time lately."
Blaine jumped awake at the words. It didn't take long for him to realize her was naked as the day he was born in front of Santana. He didn't know what he was more unsure of: the fact that he was naked or what Santana was - not - wearing.
"Oh my God Santana. That's see through I see your tits!"
"And I see your dick, we're even."
Kurt began to stir when Blaine practically began to squeal. He took one look at Santana and readjusted himself before curling up with Blaine again. "Hey Satan." He said as he shut his eyes again.
Blaine uncomfortably shifted to get off the blanket without her seeing more of his goods. "Babe we're naked and she's just standing there pretty much naked herself."
"Yea, it's a thing she does. I warned you about this, her and I are perfectly comfortable around each other. No embarrassment. Now, Santana, how can I help you?" Kurt said as Blaine finally managed to cover them up while muttering 'speak for yourself.'
"Well Lady, I need to borrow your charger for a little bit. It's almost dead."
"It's over here, come get it." He motioned to the bedside table while throwing his leg over Blaine's and wrapping his arm around his waist.
Santana walked over and leaned over the nightstand to unplug the charger. In doing so she gave the boys quite a show. "You are right babe, definitely fake."
"You bet your ass. I paid a pretty penny for these. Now continue sexcapades; I know I will be. Don't come knocking."
"That's my cue to leave." Blaine replied as he tried to untangle himself from Kurt and rise to a sit.
"Can I come with you? Please? Don't leave me here."
"Absolutely." He replied, Santana now gone.
"K, I'm just going to take a shower." He mentioned with a kiss before leaving the bed to go to the bathroom. Blaine just sat and enjoyed the view. When Kurt was gone he sighed. The past few days have been a roller coaster, he willed himself to never act like that again. Kurt may be forgiving but he won't be with a maniac.
He smiled as he rose to dress himself. He walked over to the dresser were the roses laid, ribbon now untied, but still entwined. They had no support to keep them together, but they stood strong. A feeling if relief flew through his body. They were going to be okay.
Again - thank you, thank you, thank you to all who have read, reviewed and notified. I am going to go throw myself into the sun now cuz I still have to finish AVPSY and I am NOT going to make it through without tears. And shit if AAO isn't perfection. I hope to have another update up by the weekend! (I had this one for a few days, but I am absolutely absent minded sometimes and forgot lol... Shout to Brits who get's shit done, and I love you sooooooo much and I reeeallllly hope you can come with me in JUNE