Apologies about taking so long to write the next chapter. My life has been hectic the last few weeks and I suffered from writers' block. I think I have a very good idea where the story will go from here though, so I hope you enjoy!
Day 20
Blaine woke up on the Saturday morning and lay in bed for some time. He reflected on the previous night that he'd spent with Kurt. After their kiss, he and Kurt had lay in his bed together, listened to music and talked until almost midnight. They'd talked about everything, about Kurt's time at Dalton, about their chemistry project, about how Kurt felt about his father being with Finn's mother, about Quinn, about Blaine's family. Blaine rolled over to the side of the bed that Kurt had been lying on and could still smell Kurt's scent lingering there. Blaine lay there, face down on the pillow that Kurt had been lying on for he didn't know how long.
Suddenly, there was a knock on Blaine's bedroom door. Blaine rolled back over to see his mother standing in the doorway.
"Blaine," his mother said. "There's a boy at the front door for you."
"What boy?" said Blaine, sitting bolt upright.
"I don't know, I haven't seen him before. Quite short, brown hair?" It was Kurt. Kurt was here. What?
"Oh, that's Kurt," Blaine answered, trying to hide any tone from his voice that might make his mother suspect that he was attracted to the boy in question. "Can you invite him inside? Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Ok… how do you know him?"
"He's a new boy from school, I was asked to look after him by Principal Figgins. I'm one of his only friends and I said he could come out this weekend if he wanted to; I just forgot." His mother nodded her approval at this.
"Ok honey, I'll tell him to wait in the living room." Blaine nodded as his mother exited the door. That was some very quick thinking on his part; he was unsure if he'd ever improvised so well in his life. He leapt out of bed and hurried around his room getting dressed. Why was Kurt here? Now? They hadn't arranged to meet up today had they? Blaine racked his brains while pulling on his clothes but no, he couldn't remember anything that would give him a clue as to why Kurt was here.
Blaine hurried downstairs and hesitated outside the living room. He heard his mother speaking to Kurt from inside.
"When did you transfer to McKinley then Kurt?"
"At the start of term," said Kurt. "I came to McKinley from Dalton; my dad married a woman whose son is at McKinley. Finn Hudson?"
"Oh yes, I think I've met Finn before," said Blaine's mum. "Very tall? Brown hair? On the football team?"
"That's the one."
"Yes, he's a nice boy. So Blaine says that he's been showing you around school?"
"Erm… yes you could say that." Blaine decided to make his entrance before the conversation spiralled into a direction that could lead to awkward questions. Kurt and his mum looked up at him as he came into the room, Kurt smiled.
"Sorry about that, I forgot to set an alarm." Blaine mumbled.
"Don't worry about it, you weren't to know," Kurt said. "I was just wondering if perhaps we could go out for lunch, my treat. See it as a thank you for showing me around school." The last few words oozed with sarcasm and Blaine's eyes darted quickly to his mother to see if she'd noticed it.
"Erm… yes that should be fine, I haven't got any plans or anything."
"Great." Kurt stood and followed Blaine to the front door, both of whom were followed by Blaine's mother.
"It was lovely to meet you Mrs Anderson." Kurt said, turning to face her.
"You too Kurt," Blaine's mother smiled. "I hope that Blaine helps you to settle in well at McKinley." Kurt smiled at her then followed Blaine out the front door.
"Well this is unexpected." Blaine said as they walked down the garden path to Kurt's car.
"A surprise is nice every so often," Kurt replied. "Plus, I just really wanted to see you." Blaine didn't answer. He had enjoyed the previous evening and it is true to say that he had hoped he would see Kurt again that weekend. He climbed into the passenger seat of Kurt's car as Kurt beeped the car open.
"Where are we going?" Blaine asked as Kurt revved the engine.
"Just to the Lima Bean." Kurt said. "Everyone loves the Lima Bean." The car journey was a quiet one. Blaine felt nervous, he didn't know what to think of the fact that Kurt had come to pick him up with no notice and so soon after they'd spent so much time together. He felt quite happy about it nonetheless; Kurt had clearly wanted to see him today. Kurt had a Whitney Houston Best Hits CD playing and although that wasn't usually Blaine's preferred music type, he did enjoy sitting back in his seat and listening to it.
They took a seat opposite each other after ordering their coffees.
"So," Kurt said suddenly, looking at Blaine. "You've been awfully quiet. Are you regretting last night or something?"
"No." Blaine said quickly in response. "Of course not. I really enjoyed last night. It was good getting to know you a little better and, yes I'll admit it still feels very weird that you're a guy, but it's feeling more and more normal the more I spend time with you."
"So today wasn't a bad idea on my part then?" Kurt asked. "I didn't know if coming to ask you on what can only be described as a date the day after we spent so much time together which involved many new experiences for you was a bit full on."
"No," Blaine answered carefully. "No, this wasn't a bad idea. I suppose actually it was a good idea. I love spending time with you, I enjoy talking to you. I'm glad you asked me here."
"Good." Kurt said. He smiled over at Blaine and Blaine smiled back.
"I do need to take things slowly," Blaine said quietly. "I know you know that but I just want to reiterate it. I know it must seem a bit weird for you and I don't want you to think it's something that you've done or anything like that. I just need time to process the whole thing myself before we go jumping into something that I might later realise I didn't actually want."
"Blaine," Kurt said staring into Blaine's eyes. "I know. I know this isn't going to be easy for you. I know that it's not a decision or a realisation that can be made over night. Take your time. Besides, who says I want to be with you anyway." Kurt smirked and took a sip of his coffee.
"Well Mr Hummel, I'm shocked," Blaine said in a mock-hurt kind of way. "Shocked that you would just go around kissing random guys that you don't necessarily want to be with."
"Hey, it's nothing personal." Kurt said, holding his hands up.
They finished their coffees, joking around with each other and laughing. Blaine couldn't remember a time when he had ever felt this comfortable with someone. On one hand, it was refreshing but on the other it made him feel scared. The more time he spent with Kurt, the more he was coming to the realisation that he wanted to be with him, like properly be with him. This of course meant that he would have to accept the fact that he was going to be in a gay relationship and be tormented and bullied like he had seen Kurt had been by Karofsky. He would lose his popularity; his school career would go down the drain. But what was more important?
"You're staring at me," Kurt said suddenly. "What?"
"Nothing," Blaine said, shaking his head. "I was just thinking that's all."
"Well you'll have all of tomorrow to think." Kurt said.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not going to contact you tomorrow," Kurt replied. "No texts, no phone call, no anything. Tomorrow you can have a full day to think about what you want and whatever. I'll see you in class on Monday anyway. That doesn't mean you have to come to a decision tomorrow or anything. But I should give you some space so you can make this choice by yourself without me steering you into a biased direction." Blaine nodded and accepted this. Kurt was right; he should have some time when he didn't see Kurt to think about it by himself.
"C'mon," said Kurt, standing up. "I'll give you a lift home." Blaine abandoned his coffee cup and followed Kurt out of the Lima Bean and back to his car. He looked at his watch. Wow, they'd been there for nearly two hours.
The CD started playing again as Kurt turned his key in the ignition. Blaine felt the electricity he had felt whenever he had touched Kurt before ignite as they drove away. Blaine stared over at Kurt, taking in Kurt's concentrated face as he drove. Kurt gave a quick glance over in Blaine's direction; catching the latter staring at him.
"You're staring again." Kurt said.
"Not staring," Blaine mumbled. "Just watching."
"Watching what?" Kurt asked.
"You."
"I think that's called staring."
"No, it's not. Besides, even if it was, why can't I stare at you?"
"You can," said Kurt, surprised by this response. "I just wish I knew what you were thinking when you did."
"I'm thinking," Blaine said, choosing his words carefully. "That I had a really good time and I'm glad you came to get me. I'm thinking that you are beautiful, no matter which way I look at you. I'm thinking that I wish I didn't have to go home now and I could just stay with you a while longer." Kurt's jaw dropped open at Blaine's honesty and pulled up his car. He turned off the ignition and the CD cut off, leaving a silent vacuum-like state in Kurt's car. Kurt stared over at Blaine and Blaine smiled a small smile as he stared into Kurt's eyes, witnessing the longing in them.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I don't want to rush you into anything."
"You're not," Blaine said. "You didn't ask me to say those things. You didn't even exactly ask me to tell you what I was thinking, although you did drop a massive hint. I chose to tell you what I was thinking, I could have lied."
"But-"
"No "buts"," Blaine said, putting his hand on Kurt's shoulder and leaning towards him. "You're not making me do anything. I'm choosing this. Will you let me choose to do this?"
"Of course." Kurt whispered. Blaine didn't need telling twice. He leant forward so his lips pressed against Kurt's. Kurt's lips seemed to melt underneath his, as if this is what he'd been wanting for hours and Blaine was finally giving it to him. Blaine could feel Kurt's cut under his lips and the additional friction caused by it turned him on even more. Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's thigh near his knee and the other on his waist. The hand on his thigh moved up slowly as they kissed, this causing a movement in Blaine's groin.
Kurt pulled away from Blaine suddenly, leaving Blaine desperate for the contact of Kurt's lips again. Kurt stared at him and Blaine tried to work out the emotion hidden behind his eyes.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I want you so much. I don't know how to control it anymore." Upon hearing these words, he realised the emotion in Kurt's eyes was desperation. He had never had anyone look at him like this before, never had someone wanting him so much. He loved it. He reached up to place a hand on Kurt's cheek and Kurt breathed in deeply with the touch.
"Then don't." Blaine whispered back. These words were enough. Kurt leapt on him, crushing his lips against Blaine's. There was a passion in the movement of Kurt's lips that Blaine had never felt before. Kurt gently bit Blaine's lower lip, causing Blaine to moan quietly in the back of his throat. He could sense the noise ripple through Kurt's body and Kurt grabbed a tighter hold of Blaine's t-shirt and he deepened the kiss even move, their tongues rolling over each other. The hand on Blaine's thigh moved upward even more, causing Blaine's breathing to quicken as Kurt got closer to his hard area. Kurt's hand reached the area that he wanted to be touched the most and his breathing quickened as Kurt slowly palmed him over his jeans. Blaine's hands travelled to Kurt's hair, tugging at the strands, letting out loud exhales of breath. Kurt's hand moved toward the button of Blaine's jeans and smoothly undid it, loosening the zipper and placing his hand on Blaine over his boxers. Blaine tugged even more at Kurt's hair, not wanting this to end. Kurt rubbed his hand over Blaine and Blaine let out a soft moan from the back of his throat as Kurt continued.
Suddenly Kurt pulled himself away from Blaine entirely and sat staring into his eyes, a look of panic striking across his face.
"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered. "I'm sorry, I got carried away. I'm sorry." Blaine lent back in his seat, tilting his head back and putting one hand over it.
"You don't need to apologise," Blaine said. "It's not as if I didn't want you to do it."
"Yes, but still, I should've controlled myself better." Kurt said, turning away from Blaine and starting up the engine. Blaine let out a loud exhale of breath as Kurt revved the engine and pulled away. He understood why Kurt had stopped but he was still frustrated. He hadn't want Kurt to stop, he didn't want Kurt to ever stop. He wanted to see Kurt all the time, be with him all the time. He let his hand drop from his face and swiftly readjusted his jeans. He let his head tilt onto his shoulder so that he was looking at Kurt. He still had the look of panic across his face; clearly annoyed at himself for going too far in his opinion and worried about how Blaine would react.
Kurt pulled up outside Blaine's house and shut off the engine. He turned to face Blaine.
"I am sorry Blaine," Kurt said. "I shouldn't push you or force you toward me in any way. I want you to make up your own mind."
"I know," Blaine whispered, staring out of the windscreen. "But I think I know what I want now." Kurt stiffened in his seat.
"Take tomorrow away from me as planned," Kurt said. "Give yourself time to know that whatever you think you want now is actually what you want."
"Fine," Blaine huffed. He looked back over to Kurt. "Thank you for today, I've really had a very nice time."
"Me too." Kurt replied. They stared at each other for a few seconds, taking each other in. Then Blaine remembered himself and remembered he was outside his house.
"I'll see you on Monday." Blaine said, hastily getting out off Kurt's car and hurrying inside his house; not hearing the sound of Kurt pulling his car off.
"Blaine, is that you?" he heard his mum call from the kitchen.
"Yes, I'll be through in a minute!" Blaine replied. He quickly went to his room and sunk to his bed, his head in his hands.
He knew what he wanted. He knew that although he wouldn't have chosen this, he didn't have much of a choice. He wanted Kurt and he no longer cared about the consequences of it.