Chapter Thirteen
AN: Okay, so I'm a horrible person, I have reasons good ones too, but you probably don't care. If anyone is still reading this, thank you. I've put smut in, at the very beginning, hope it's not shit. Oh and apparently my mind wanted to make this D/s so yeah there's that too. It won't be a big thing though, neither will the sex, if I go that far. Um let me know if it's shit. But in a nice way. (:
Blaine grinned, flopping back onto his bed, not being able to handle thinking of everything that's happened with Kurt in the last hour. The amazing kiss that he had never wanted to end, then Kurt wanting to see him so soon! He didn't understand how Kurt could want to, but it's not like he would ever turn him down, he'd have to be completely incompetent. He wished he could just relive their kiss every second, how forceful Kurt had been with him, how he had pulled his hair. Damn. Blaine hadn't even known he would like that, but god was it amazing! Just thinking about it was causing Blaine to get hard. He didn't know if it'd be appropriate to think about Kurt while getting himself off, but what if Kurt was doing that? And with that thought he got even harder.
Blaine groaned, deciding he would just go with the flow, if Kurt happened to pop into his head, as he was touching himself, it's not like Kurt would even know. Actually though it might be interesting if Kurt knew, maybe he would like it, that Blaine got off thinking about Kurt.
Blaine started to think about telling Kurt, how Kurt would probably insist on Blaine telling him exactly what he did, what he thought about, how long he teased himself. Though in all honesty Blaine couldn't handle much teasing tonight, it felt like the whole day was just a big tease. Everything Kurt had said, just hearing Kurt talking was kind of a turn on.
His pants were starting to really pinch, so Blaine unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs, kicking them the rest of the way off. His briefs were the next to go, his cock standing straight up once they were off completely.
Not wanting to drag it out too much, Blaine grabbed his cock and started stroking slowly, rubbing his thumb over the tip, which was already starting to leak a little. Needing a little more, Blaine grabbed the lube he kept in his night stand, squeezing out some onto his palm. As soon as he touched his cock again, he moaned, the slick feel of the lube made it so much smoother. Blaine leaned back on his headboard, pumping his fist faster, as he started thinking about Kurt touching him. He imagined Kurt telling him how hard he was allowed to squeeze his fist, how fast he could go; maybe he would insist he had to be completely naked. Maybe Kurt would even say he had to get himself off without actually touching his cock, maybe forcing him to use the bed like a hormonal teenager.
Getting more into it, Blaine started moving his hand faster, and squeezing just that little bit harder. Wanting to finish, Blaine thought of Kurt telling him to finger himself, but he wouldn't be allowed to touch his prostate and that he could only come when Kurt said it was okay. Moaning loudly, Blaine used his fingernail to flick the head, and came.
Feeling deeply satisfied, but also a little sheepish for all his thoughts about Kurt, Blaine laid back on the bed, so he was lying completely flat. He breathed deeply, just enjoying the high of his orgasm. As clean as Blaine was normally, he wasn't after sex or in the case right now, masturbating. He liked the feeling he got from his come drying on him, or hopefully someone else's, but that hadn't happened in a while. He let himself rest for about ten minutes, before he decided he should clean up.
Pulling himself to sit up, Blaine grabbed the sheet off the bed to wipe his chest; he always washed his sheets after any kind of sexual activity. He stood up and pulled the rest of the blankets off the bed, including the duvet, since he had basically lain on top of it, he grabbed the clothes he had pulled off too, and put everything into the hamper. Since it was still early, Blaine figured he could just do the laundry tonight; maybe see if there was anything interesting happening online too.
He took a quick shower, got dressed in something simple, not too casual since it was still daylight, but comfortable enough to be sitting in a Laundromat for a long time. He put on his trainers and took the hamper down stairs. Grabbing the rest of the supplies and some coins that he kept just for laundry purposes, Blaine left his house; the walk to the Laundromat was relatively short, only about five minutes.
Once he got there, Blaine quickly went about loading up his laundry into one of the washers, the place wasn't too busy, but there were almost always someone there, in fact, Blaine was sure the place was never empty. Recently, the place had gotten locks put on the washers, which was nice, because then he didn't have to stay and make sure his clothes weren't stolen. Sorting out the few clothes he had from the sheets, he realized that he only had two outfits dirty, which made sense, he had only done the washing a couple of days ago. One of the shirts was dry clean only, and both of the pants, and blazer were too. It didn't matter really, because he could always get the clothes dry cleaned here, shrugging his shoulders, Blaine went ahead and put his briefs in with the sheets and blankets, but saved the other shirt for later.
After starting the washed, and locking it, he took the rest of the clothes up to the counter. The person behind the counter was someone Blaine didn't recognize, which wasn't surprising; the owner of the place went through a lot of employees. Though that could be put down to being in New York and not because of management issues.
Blaine sat his clothes down on the counter, attracting the attention of the girl at the counter. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi! What can I do for you?"
Blaine smiled; it was nice to hear someone actually being polite for once. "I just need to get these dry cleaned, and also I think I might have some clothes to pick up."
The girl nodded and asked, "Name please?"
"Blaine Anderson."
She pulled out a piece of paper for his new clothes, putting his name on it, and then penning it the clothes. "Alright, so two pairs of pants, one blazer and one shirt?"
He nodded.
She grabbed the clothes and put them in a plastic bag, also putting another piece of paper on the bag, and then turned to the computer.
"Looks like there is a pick up for you, I'll be right back with that." She turned around and went into the back of the store. Blaine only waited a few minutes, before she got back with his clothes.
"Okay, looks like I've got three shirts, one pair of pants, four bowties, and one sweater. Does that sound right?"
Blaine nodded, he seriously hoped it was right, he kind of forgot about having dropped them off.
"Sorry, that's what's on the ticket, but I just like to double check. I've only been working here a couple days."
Blaine smiled, hoping to reassure her that it's fine. "It's fine, don't worry. I just normally don't remember what I drop off. If you stay here for a while, you'll probably see me a lot."
The girl smiled at him. "Great! Well I guess that's great, well the part about it being fine, I'm sorry, I'm rambling, I'll shut up now."
Blaine chuckled, "It's alright, and I do the same thing. How much is it?"
"Oh right, um let me see. It'll be $45.17."
Blaine pulled out his credit card and paid that way. The girl ran his card, printing off a receipt to sign, and handed it back. "Thank you."
She handed over his clothes, and the other receipt. "Have a nice night."
Blaine smiled in thanks, and turned around. Deciding that it'd be easier to take the clean clothes home first, and then he could grab his laptop while he waited for the rest of his stuff to finish.
It took Blaine about twenty minutes to get to his place, put the clothes up and get back with the laptop. Once back in the store, he checked on his machine, which luckily had already stopped, so he unloaded that and put everything into one of the dryers. That done, Blaine went to have a seat, and turned on his laptop, and plugged in his USB that he had for internet. First he checked his Facebook, nothing very interesting was happening. Dani was talking about maybe getting a cat, but she did that at least once a month. He didn't have that many friends on there, but he liked it that way. Thinking about friends, he should probably add Kurt, or maybe not? That wouldn't be presumptuous, because they had kissed, so it'd only be logical they should be friends on Facebook. But maybe he should wait for Kurt to ask him.
Blaine sighed to himself; he really needed to start taking control of his life, or at least the decisions, first step: sending Kurt a friend request. He just needed to find him first. He looked him up, and was brought to an official page, which showed pictures of his designs, some just sketches, some made into clothes. It was really lovely; he had quite a few followers, considering he wasn't officially a designer yet. He followed the page, but he still wanted find Kurt's actual Facebook. So he tried to do another search, but nothing was really coming up, he probably had his page set to private. He could always just hack Santana's and find him that way, but that would probably be wrong, and he'd have to tell Kurt, because he'd feel really guilty and Kurt would probably get mad, and not want to talk to him. If they were in a sexual relationship, then it probably wouldn't be so bad, Kurt could just punish him. Blaine smiled to himself thinking about that, he bet that would be really fun. Someone sat down next to him, which reminded him that he was actually in public, and he really shouldn't be thinking about these things.
Turning his attention back to his laptop, Blaine hesitated on going to Santana's page, he could just text Kurt for his name, or he could friend request Santana, and then find him on her friends list. He thought about it for a second and sent Santana a request, just because, and if she didn't accept in an hour he'd text Kurt.
Blaine looked over at the dryer he was using to check how much time he had left, there was seventeen minutes still. Turning back to his laptop, Blaine decided to check his emails, but still leaving the Facebook tab open, so he could hear it ding if Santana accepted his request. He checked his work email first, even though he wasn't supposed to work from home, he had a few things but nothing urgent. Next he checked his personal, which was mostly spam, and stuff from Wes, though nothing from him was actual work. There was a new email though, it looked to be from a personal account, but he didn't recognize the address at all. Not wanting to have to deal with a virus, he ran a short scan over the email, nothing came up though. He went ahead and opened it. The message looked to be in html, though with parts missing from it, so that a computer wouldn't be able to read it properly. He scrolled through the entire email, checking to see if anything else was different about it. About three quarters way down, Blaine saw his name, along with the words "fix it" which had him a little worried. He glanced around the room, there were three people there, one was the person sitting next to him, even though there were other empty seats, and then two people loading clothes. If this was something related to his extracurricular activities he didn't really want to look at it in public. He copied the script and pasted it in a new word document, then copied the address it came from, in case he would need it later. He deleted the email, and then emptied his trash. He glanced at the dryer again; it still had nine minutes left, so he went back to Facebook. He'd just pass the time by going through some of Kurt's designs.
Before he knew it the dryer let off a ding, so he went to grab his things, normally he would fold or hang them there, as to avoid wrinkles, but since it was just blankets it wouldn't matter too much. He gathered everything he brought and set it in his basket, the laptop in its case over his shoulder and began walking home.
Once home, Blaine took off his laptop and sat it on the table, he was extremely curious about the email, but he wanted to put everything away before he started that. First he put the laundry supplies in the cupboard, and then went upstairs to remake his bed. With that finished Blaine took off his trainers and put them in the closet, then went back downstairs. He stopped off in the kitchen to grab some water.
Sitting on the sofa, Blaine pulled his laptop out of his satchel and opened it. Opening the file he had saved the email under, Blaine took a moment to read through it again, he noted all the mistakes as he scrolled through, some were very simple and noticeable, others not so much. The further down he got the more interested he became. Wondering who could have sent it, especially in this way. He didn't think Wes would do something like this, if only because Wes didn't even know how. And Lauren would send a prank like this, be she hadn't before, though there could be a first time for everything. He just hoped it wasn't one of those screamers.
Deciding that more than likely it was from Lauren, Blaine started to fix all of the little mistakes, and then the ones that most people wouldn't notice. He spent about fifteen minutes doing that before he got to the point where it had stated "fix it" with his name. Honestly he wasn't sure if that part was supposed to be part of the code or not, so he'd leave it for now, and see if it'd still work. Spending another ten minutes fixing the rest of it, Blaine saved the file how he was supposed to.
Taking a deep breath in preparation of a possible screamer, Blaine opened up the webpage. It was a video, but not at all what he expected. It looked like a webcam video, the guy that was on it looked really pale and drawn out, like he hadn't slept in days. He looked familiar, but Blaine couldn't really place him, maybe it was someone he had only met once. Realizing he had been putting it off, Blaine pushed play.
"Blaine, hi." The guy cleared his throat, and rubbed his sleeve across his nose. "I know you probably don't actually recognize me, especially how I look right now, but its Nick. You know from Dalton."
Blaine sat shocked, because he hadn't heard from Nick, well since he left Dalton; they had been friends and were in the Warblers together. Nick had been smart, same classes as Blaine, but he hadn't shown any special interest in computers, though Blaine hadn't either during high school. Blaine turned his attention back to the screen, noticing that Nick had been talking still. He moved the cursor to start from where he had stopped paying attention.
"I'm gonna go ahead and pretend that you'd remembered me, if not you could always ask Wes. The point of this little video was to test you, I know that's kind of fucked up, but I had to be sure. Blaine." Nick took a deep breath, and let it out in a whoosh. "Blaine, I've fucked up, like really, really fucked up. I thought I could do something, and turns out I'm really not that smart. There are these men after me now, and they want a lot of money, the kind that nobody has. Not even my parents, fuck not even David's parents have this shit."
Nick rubbed his hand over his face in the video. Blaine just sat there, trying to take everything Nick was saying, but really all he could think was what the fuck!?
"I know this is probably not a good thing to ask you, but honestly I haven't got a choice. I talked to Wes, which is how I knew you were into this stuff, and color me shocked that little goody-two-shoes Blaine was doing criminal acts, whilst still working for the FBI, I'm kind of proud of you man."
Blaine let out a little laugh, releasing a bit on tension, though he got it right back from Nick's next words.
"I need your help; I need you to do a job with me." Nick paused, maybe to give Blaine time to think, or maybe just for dramatic effect, Blaine couldn't know.
"I want to meet up; I'm assuming you have a secure line, so I'll give you my number. And I know this is really a lot to ask someone you haven't talked to in years, but if you could just talk to me, even if it's to tell me no, it'd mean so much."
Blaine nodded, and then stopped realizing it's a video and Nick couldn't actually see him.
"Just text me, think about it, but let me know please, if I have to I'll just leave country, go hide in Fiji or some shit. Number is 765-878-3324. Thanks Blaine, you are the best person."
The video stopped after that, and Blaine played the last part again so he could save the number in his phone. That done, Blaine leaned back on the couch, thinking about what he needed to do, he'd have to talk to Wes, make sure Nick was being sincere. It's not that he didn't trust him; it's that he didn't know him, not anymore, and people change. Take him for example, he wasn't doing anything close to legal, and he hadn't been for a really long time. He also had to think about what this could mean for him, it wasn't a regular job, at least not one he would be getting paid for, and hell he didn't even know what Nick wanted him for. It didn't seem like he was asking for money, but he really couldn't be sure. Not wanting to be stressed over this, Blaine called Wes.
It was a Saturday, so Blaine wasn't sure if he would answer, but it was still relatively early, not even nine yet. Luckily Wes answered on the third ring.
"Hello."
"Wes, its Blaine."
He heard Wes chuckle, "yeah I know, I have caller ID. What's up?"
Blaine sighed, ignoring the jab, he was a little stressed. "It's about Nick."
Wes sighed, "Right, well he's legit; I'm assuming that's why you called."
"Yeah"
"And dude, these guys, I don't know how he got into it, and I'm not sure I even want to know. I told him you might be able to help, but I wasn't sure. You can always tell him no, that's really up to you."
"Do you know what it is?"
"Not really, I know it was just supposed to be a job, but I think Nick found something, and was holding it over them. He wasn't smart about it though, left the information out, and now they want their money back plus interest. Did he tell you how much?"
"I just got a video from him, and no he didn't mention the amount, just that it'd be more than David's parents would have, and that's well, fuck that's a lot."
Wes laughed dryly. "Yeah, it really fucking is. I honestly don't know what to tell you."
"I think that I should meet up with him. At least find out what it is he wants from me, if I could even do it. Do you think I could turn them in? Like at work?"
"Fuck don't do that!" Wes almost yelled into the phone. "Shit sorry, but no, don't. Nick could get in trouble too."
Blaine sighed. "Yeah maybe, but damn, if they might kill him for this, is it worth it?"
"I know, but what do you think would happen to him in prison? You didn't even go, which you lucked out on."
"They wouldn't send him somewhere with dangerous people, they do have low-security prisons. I know I lucked out, thank god that I didn't fuck that up."
"Right, well maybe mention it. Though I honestly don't think he'd want you to do that. I think he's kind of terrified right now."
"You're probably right, okay, I'll call him, or text him actually. See if he wants to meet up tomorrow."
"Okay, well let me know how it goes? If you do help him, and you need something, just let me know."
"Yeah I will, thanks Wes."
"Sure, though I don't know what you are thanking me for. You're too fucking polite."
Blaine smiled a little. "Shut up, talk to you soon."
"Sure, later."
Blaine hung up, and then pulled up Nick's number on his phone staring at it for just a minute. This was really crazy, and kind of scary, Blaine hadn't had to deal with anything that could possibly cause him bodily harm. And this really looked to be turning out that way. Even the job that had gotten him noticed by the FBI, he hadn't actually talked to the customers. Nick needed somebody like Wes, so this wouldn't happen again, well if he could get out of this mess first.
While staring at his phone and contemplating things, Blaine had gotten a notification; he pulled that up and saw that it was Santana accepting his friend request. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about that! This reminded him that he was going to be meeting Kurt tomorrow. Fuck! Blaine threw his head on the back of the couch and groaned this day was not ending in a good way.
He needed to talk to Nick though, if he tried to go out with Kurt without having found out anything, he knew he'd just be thinking about it the whole time. He could go in the morning though, maybe meet up for coffee, and just talk it through. Kurt never really mentioned what time, so hopefully they could meet up for lunch or after it. With that, Blaine went ahead and looked for Kurt, since he already had Facebook pulled up. He found him quickly, and sent off a friend request, there wasn't really anything to look at, since the whole page was set to private.
Next Blaine sent off a text to Nick.
Hey, Nick. It's Blaine, I've watched your video, and well let's meet up. I'm going to assume you're in NYC. How about coffee tomorrow morning? –Blaine
Blaine thought about texting Kurt too, but decided he should wait to find out what Nick said first. Blaine stared at his phone for at least five minutes, waiting for a reply, before he got tired of starting at the screen. He'd make something to eat, and then look again. He went into the kitchen, and got the stuff out to make a sandwich. He was half way done, when he heard his phone chirp, he almost dropped the knife he was using. He glanced into the living room, half wanting to go look now, but decided against it; first he would finish his sandwich. He quickly put the meat and cheese on, forgoing the veggies this one time, and grabbed a napkin and a plate he went back to the couch.
Taking a bite, he grabbed his phone and pressed the text messages icon, glad to see it was from Nick.
Hey man, so yeah coffee sounds fine. You got a place in mind? –Nick
Blaine thought about it, there was a Starbucks close to work, but he didn't think Nick would like that, and he wasn't sure where Nick lived so just because he could, Blaine decided the one near Kurt's work. He knew he wouldn't be there, but he'd still feel close to him in a way. Yeah maybe he was a little obsessed, oh well.
Yeah I do, I'll just send you the address. We can just discuss everything there? –Blaine
Okay, yeah that sounds good. Thanks, means a lot. –Nick
Sure, it's what friends are for. It's the one in Times Square, it'll be busy, but I figure that's probably a good thing, we'll get lost in the noise. –Blaine
Yeah sounds great. See you at 8? –Nick
That's fine. –Blaine
Ok. –Nick
That planned out, Blaine turned his attention to Kurt. That was probably the first time since he met Kurt, that he didn't have some form of his attention. He wasn't really sure what that said about him, but he wasn't going to worry about it. Blaine finished eating his sandwich, and went to look at Santana's Facebook, since he couldn't look at Kurt's yet, he might be able to find some pictures of him on hers. He realized that might seem a little stalker-ish, but no one but him would know. While he was doing that, he got a message.
Did you hack into my Facebook!? –Kurt
Blaine read the message twice, not really knowing how Kurt could possibly have known he considered doing that. He hadn't of course, but he thought about it, maybe Kurt was psychic. That'd be kind of cool, but really he couldn't be. He would be asking about him getting off to him if he was psychic. Blaine shook his head, he was getting side-tracked and he neededto reply.
No! I swear, I thought about it, but I didn't. Promise! –Blaine
The reply came quickly.
Okay, I'll believe you. But how did you find me, I've got everything set to private and most of my friends have me under a different name. –Kurt
Blaine let out a breath of relief.
I found your page, and also friend requested Santana and found you on hers. –Blaine
OK, though I don't get how you could possibly have figured out my name. –Kurt
Well it wasn't your name I was looking for. –Blaine
What? –Kurt
Blaine started to type a reply, but he got another message, so he read that first.
Oh. You looked for my picture, didn't you? –Kurt
Yeah. –Blaine
That's really sweet, seeing how my picture isn't just me. You have good eyes. –Kurt
Blaine blushed, even though no one could possibly see him, or what Kurt was sending him. And the compliment was probably based on how well he had found Kurt, not like that he had pretty eyes or something. But it was a nice thought.
Actually you have gorgeous eyes too, and it's really nice that you could find me in a crowd. (: -Kurt
Blaine couldn't stop the smile on his face, even if he tried. Kurt was just so lovely.
Thank you, but yours are better. Since you've messaged me, what time did you want to meet tomorrow? –Blaine
Aw you're so sweet! (: Um any time is fine. Do you have any plans tomorrow? –Kurt
Wait you said you didn't, never mind. –Kurt
Blaine winced a little, he had told Kurt that earlier, but now the thing with Nick. He had to tell him, well part of it.
Actually my plans kind of changed. A friend from high school is in town, and wants to meet up for coffee. –Blaine
Oh. What kind of friend? –Kurt
Blaine giggled a little; it looked almost as if Kurt thought it was an old boyfriend. He imagined jealous Kurt was possessive and that was a lovely thought.
A friend friend, I was in the Warblers with him. He's here for work. –Blaine
That wasn't really a lie, and Blaine couldn't very well just tell Kurt what was going on with Nick. If Blaine helped he would tell him that he was doing a job for a friend. Which he would be, he wouldn't ever lie to Kurt about this.
Right, okay that was a little weird wasn't it? Sorry. Hope you have a good time. –Kurt
It wasn't weird at all! You can ask me anything, ever. And hopefully it will be. I still want to see you tomorrow though. –Blaine
You're not worried about how long you'll be spending with him? –Kurt
Nope, we were friends, but not like the best of friends. So I can't imagine we'd be together later than lunch time. –Blaine
Ok, that's great. Well for me. Do you want to have lunch? –Kurt
Blaine gave it a little thought, last time he ate with Kurt, which was mere hours ago, he got distracted easily. It might be better to spend time together afterwards. Or maybe not, because that'd mean less time together, he should let Kurt make that decision.
It's up to you. I could just let you know when I'm done with him, and then go from there? –Blaine
That sounds good. Though I don't really like how you worded that. –Kurt
Blaine's brow furrowed, not seeing the problem, he re-read it a couple of times, before he figured it out. It did kind of sound like he was meeting him for something else, something not really innocent.
Sorry! I really didn't mean it like that. He's really just a friend. Honestly I haven't spoken to him since high school. –Blaine
Its fine Blaine, I'm just being a little weird. I promise I'm not controlling. I just really like you. –Kurt
Blaine almost felt like squealing, okay not almost he really did feel like squealing, but he contained it. He smiled hugely at his phone, kind of wanting to call Kurt, just so he could hear his voice. He couldn't do that though, well he could actually. Maybe he should, though he'd have to calm down the teenage boy moments. He took a deep breath, and then pushed the phone button instead of replying with a text.
Kurt answered on the first ring.
"Blaine, hi."
"Hi." Blaine grinned.
Neither said anything for a minute, until Kurt finally did.
"So you called?"
"Oh right, um I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Aw Blaine, that's so sweet! So you didn't really have anything specific you wanted to say?"
Blaine blushed some, he didn't actually mean to say that aloud, but if it made Kurt happy, who really cared? "Not really, I mean I guess I wanted to tell you that I don't mind you be controlling, and that I like you too."
He heard Kurt inhale with a gasp. "You like me being controlling?"
Blaine paused, considering actually talking about this thing that he like Kurt doing. He hadn't ever before, not that he really had much of a serious relationship before. He knew what he liked though, and maybe if they both talked about it, made decisions together, it'd be healthy. He knew that he really like someone taking control of his decisions, of someone taking over everything. He wanted Kurt to know everything about him too.
"Yes. I like other stuff too."
"Okay, are we going to talk about this now? I mean we've only had two actual dates. This kind of relationship would be quite a bit different. Of course I don't mind talking about it, if you want to; I just don't want to pressure you."
"Maybe we should talk though, so that we both know what to expect. And like, if you don't like something you could tell me, and I'd not do it."
"Oh Blaine. Okay yeah we should, that makes sense, but you should be doing the same, it's not just what I like. Now go ahead and tell me what you want, or just what you like. I'll tell you if I agree or not."
Blaine exhaled in a long breath, taking a moment to get his thoughts together. He didn't think he should bring up sex, or at least not yet, maybe let Kurt do that. "Right, okay. I said I like the controlling part."
Kurt hummed for him to go on.
"So obviously I like you telling me what to do, it's not because I don't like making my own decisions, and it's just nice to have someone do things for you. I like being dressed, which I know you can't really do that, because it's not like we live together, that's weird isn't it?"
Kurt laughed a little, not at Blaine though. "You mean the dressing you part?"
"Yes..."
"No, that's really not weird at all, and I could tell that a little today. Anything else?"
"Maybe, I'm not really sure. I think the controlling kind of encompasses a lot of different things, you know?"
"Yeah it does. There isn't anything you don't like though, because from what you've just said, that could mean you wanting me to tell you where and when and how to do literally everything."
"Oh" Blaine really hadn't thought about that. "I guess maybe just when were together?"
"Is that a question?"
"No, sorry, I'm bad at this."
"No you're not, you've just not done it before, and that's completely fine. That sounds good though, about just when we're together, and maybe not even completely then, like we could work up to it."
Blaine nodded, and then said out loud. "Yeah, that's better."
"Great, we can always talk as we go too. It doesn't have to be completely worked out now. In fact, I'm sure I'll do something you aren't comfortable with at some point, and you could just tell me. Okay?"
"Um, maybe, but what if you have a reason for doing something?"
"Okay, yes that's possible. Why don't we let me make decisions for now, and then if something upsets you, or you don't like how it's going you can tell me, I'll explain why, and we'll go from there."
"Okay. I can do that."
"Good, now what about sex?"
Blaine choked on air. "I like sex."
Kurt started laughing. "Yes Blaine, most people do, but what I'm asking is how do you like it?"
"Oh right, of course. However you want."
"Blaine."
"I'm sorry; I don't know what to say."
He heard Kurt sigh, and felt bad; he really didn't know what to say. Should he tell him his kinks? Was that a thing they needed to talk about? Maybe he wasn't ready for this.
"Okay, that's fine; we don't have to talk about it, not if you're not comfortable."
"It's not that, I just don't know what to say!"
"Well, we could do it the same way as the other stuff, tell me to stop if you want, and we'll discuss it?"
"Yeah, um I know this is a little weird but should we have like a safe word or something?"
"If you want we can, we should actually, if you really want to do this."
"Okay, yeah then we should. I don't want to mess anything up."
"You can't, it's not possible. You don't have to do this a certain way. I do want to know something though, regarding the sex part, if you don't mind?"
"Yeah."
"I noticed, when we were kissing earlier, which was amazing by the way, that you maybe liked it a little rough, is that right?"
Blaine closed his eyes, he really liked thinking about that kiss, and Kurt talking about it, and well it was good. "I do. It was great, perfect even."
"Okay good. So that gives me a little guidance and then you can just give me a safe word, and I'll stop when you use it."
"That's sounds really good. What should it be?"
"That's really up to you. Though it needs to be something you wouldn't normally say, even in everyday talk, since you want to be able to use it whenever, I assume?"
"Yeah, okay. Can I think about it?"
"Of course, just let me know as soon as you can. I don't want to do too much without knowing."
"I will, I'll think about it tonight and then let you know tomorrow when we see each other."
"That sounds great. I'm going to go ahead and let you go, I'll see you tomorrow Blaine."
"Okay, Goodnight Kurt."
"Night, Blaine."
Blaine pulled the phone away from his ear with a big smile, the conversation took an unexpected turn, but he really didn't care. Talking to Kurt was always amazing, and talking about sex with Kurt was probably the best thing on earth. Now he just needed to think of an amazing safe word, and wasn't that an interesting turn of events for his life. This day was just full of surprises. Tomorrow looked like it'd be just the same, meeting Nick for breakfast, and then Kurt after that. He needed to get some sleep.
With that thought Blaine got up from the couch, turned his laptop off, and grabbed the plate, and put it in the dishwasher. He took his phone upstairs with him and put it on the charger. Quickly changing out of his clothes, Blaine got into bed and set the alarm for seven.
Lying back in the bed, Blaine considered what to make as a safe word, he wanted to make it easy to remember but also something that wasn't used that often. Something that was unique to him too, he considered using bowtie, or warbler. But it was completely possible he'd talk to Kurt about that, especially the bowties. He didn't want to use something work related either, because while Kurt wouldn't hear it, Blaine would probably think about it every time he was at work. That wouldn't be very productive. Wait! He could use surfing, or surfer, because he never actually used that, just called his hacking jobs that, and sure Lauren said it on occasion but not that often. He'd ask Kurt which he liked better.
Blaine smiled, he felt sufficiently productive today, and he went to sleep with a smile on his face.
….
Blaine woke up to the alarm going off, he stretched until he felt his back pop, which reminded him he needed to start doing yoga again. He blinked slowly, taking his time waking up; he thought it was Sunday, so he wasn't sure why he had sat his alarm. Then he remembered, Nick.
Sitting up in bed, Blaine thought about what he was going to wear, he wasn't dressing to impress Nick, but if he met Kurt right after, then he needed to look nice. Of course it might not even take that long, he'd probably have time to go home and change. With that thought, Blaine got up and went to his closet, he'd pick something nice, on the off chance he'd run into him, but nothing crazy. He grabbed a pair of tan Chinos, and red polo, and his tan loafers. Sitting the clothes on his bed, Blaine went to take a shower.
By the time he was ready, it was already 7:33, which didn't leave him too much time to actually get there, not that it was that far, but still. Grabbing his keys, phone and wallet Blaine left the house and made his way to the subway.
….
Blaine got to the Starbucks right at eight. He looked around the crowded shop, trying to find Nick, he didn't see him, and so he went ahead and got in line for his coffee. The line was kind of long, but went by quickly, which is how it usually was there. He expected it to take longer actuallysince it was still pretty early in the day. He ordered some biscotti, and his regular coffee, he thought about the dessert that Kurt had introduced him to yesterday. He missed him already, which was crazy, but hey it is what it is.
He got his order when his name was called, and turned around to find a table, hopefully. They'd probably have to sit outside; actually Blaine hadn't looked when he came in, so maybe Nick was already here. He made his way back outside, with a short side trip to get some sugar for his coffee, and some napkins.
There were only two tables outside, there wasn't much room anyways, and most people don't bother, except for tourists. Both were occupied, but one of them Blaine was sure was Nick, so he walked around to look.
Clearing his throat, Blaine spoke. "Nick?"
They guy looked up, seeing Blaine he smiled and stood up. "Blaine! Hi, hate that I have to see you like this, but I'm glad I get to see you."
Blaine smiled; he sat his coffee and biscotti down, going to hug Nick. All of the warblers had hugged a lot, during school, Blaine had missed it. The hug was relatively short; considering they hadn't seen each other for such a long time, but that could be the reason too.
"Good to see you too, it's been ages."
"Yeah, sit down." Nick said, motioning to the other chair.
It was a little windy outside, but the sun was shining enough to make up for it. Blaine wasn't sure if he should just start or if he should let Nick, so he just started eating, so he'd have something to do.
"Okay, so I figure you just want to get on with it?"
Blaine nodded, not having anything to say.
"Right, um so the thing is like I said in the video, I've fucked up. It's kind of funny actually, well not funny, just surprising I guess? Sorry I'm not making much sense, did you happen to talk to Wes?"
"Yeah I did, he said you got in with the wrong people, but you said that too. I guess I just don't know what you need me for exactly?"
"What it comes down to is I need your hacking skills.They had wanted me to do a simple hack into a government facility, and the transfer some money to different accounts. Easy stuff. But I came across a file, one that had some pretty crazy shit on it, so I kept it. That file that I got, well they got it back, but I still know everything in it, and yeah sure I could talk to someone about it, but what are words, when you have no proof? What I need is those files."
"So you do want to turn them in?"
Nick face fell. "You want to turn me in?"
Blaine jumped. "No! Them not you. That's not what I meant, but if you want them off your back, you might have to talk to someone, though that doesn't automatically mean you'll end up the same."
Nick rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. "Fuck. Yeah I kind of figured that, but I don't want to, I really don't think I'd do well in prison."
"There's no guarantee that'd you'd have to go though. I didn't. Of course that really depends on the type of people that these guys are. How bad are they? And are you like possibly going to be killed?"
"Um, they're pretty bad, and death is looking like a possibility. The last time they contacted me, which was more of a bashing, could have been worse though. Normally I'd just run, but they've got a lot of people and I really don't know how far that stretches."
"Normally? How deep are you, Nick?"
"Well, I started in college, I needed some extra money, and you know how it goes. I guess I just got messed up in the wrong people. I don't think it's anything like what you were doing."
"Okay, well probably not then. Do you want to stop?"
Nick's face pinched, obviously thinking about it. Blaine felt bad for asking, but if they did end up involving the authorities, it'd be asked.
"Do you?"
Blaine laughed a little. "Nope, but I don't think I'm doing the same things as you."
"Wes said you just hacked NASA!" Nick whispered.
Blaine looked around quickly, just to make sure no one had heard. "Yes, but not for criminal reasons!"
"Really? I think the FBI wouldn't agree with that."
Blaine sighed. "Okay yeah they wouldn't, but I haven't been threatened in years. So there's that."
Nick grinned. "You got me there. It's addicting though, I don't think I'd ever completely stop, maybe I could do what you do though, you still get paid, I assume?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, though based on what you've said I don't think it's anywhere near the same amount."
"Yeah probably not, but I don't really do it for the money, it's the thrill. You wanna know how much?"
"Yep, I'm curious."
"What they wanted me to do, the initial job, they pay was going to be 1.5 mil. Which I've got, it's in an account, under lock and key. The amount they want now though, fuck it's crazy, said they needed interest for the hassle, which is completely fucked up. Anyways now they want 3 million, which is twice, and trust me I said something, that cost me getting stabbed."
Blaine blanched, not even considering that could have happened. "What? Where? And that's insane; all of it is fucking insane!"
Nick laughed dryly. "You're telling me. They stabbed my thigh, which honestly even though it hurt like a bitch, and I had to get stiches, it could have been worse."
"Worse? Okay, yeah, they could have stabbed you in the foot, so you couldn't walk, or in the hand, but that'd be obvious, and they probably wouldn't want people to be able to see it. They could have stabbed you in the stomach, but that risks death."
"Um Blaine, let's stop talking about me getting stabbed, it's creepy that you know that."
Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, weird things interest me. Okay, back to the file though, say we get it, what's your plan?"
"Haven't given that part too much thought, I mean I could always threaten them, but this time make copies, and keep it somewhere safer."
"You need to find a hiding place first, and yeah making copies would be extremely smart. Do you know where it's at?"
"The thing is, I knew, but they've moved it. And I had considered they would be smart enough to actually completely delete it, but they haven't. It's still on that hard-drive."
"Nick are you saying that you need to physically remove it from the hard-drive?"
Nick shrugged, "Yeah, I might have somebody to help get it. I'm not asking for you to that part, not even a little." He had reached over and put his hand on Blaine's arm while saying that, wanting to make sure Blaine understood he wasn't asking him to risk his life.
"Okay, what are you asking then?"
Nick squeezed his arm, and then pulled it back to clasp with his coffee. "Right, well the whole thing is locked down pretty tight, the hard-drive I mean. It's got so many different codes, some I don't even recognize, I just want you to get the file out of there. I went in, from my computer, but I can't retrieve it like that, not completely. I get that this is asking a lot, but I could really use your help, so please?"
Blaine mulled it over, drinking his coffee as he did. It wouldn't be a bad thing to help, okay, it would be technically, but it'd be even worse if Nick got caught or killed. If he didn't help, he'd always feel extremely guilty, and it's not like Nick is asking him to do much. Sure getting into a hard-drive wasn't the easiest thing to do, but in terms of safety and getting caught there was minimal risk for him.
"Nick, how exactly are you planning on retrieving it? Because I really don't want you to get killed over this."
"Thanks Blaine, but I look at this way. I can either get killed trying to fix it, or get killed doing nothing. I could always run, but how much time is that going to buy me? I know I've kind of fucked this up, I don't have many options."
"I get that, but that still doesn't tell me the how, unless you're just planning on walking into the damn place?"
Nick shrugged, not saying anything.
"Oh God! You are not going to do that!"
"Sorry, I don't have much choice, it's not like I know that many criminals, well at least none that would be willing to help me."
"That's fine. Look, give me a couple days, I might know someone that could help, or at least give me some information. Don't do anything yet, do you have somewhere safe to stay? That they don't know about?"
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Yes, now do you have a safe place?"
Nick nodded. "Yeah, I've been moving house every night, different hotel, some shitty, some not. I figure it'd keep them off my trail."
Blaine didn't really like that option, sure it was smart, going back and forth like that, but if they happened to find him, did he have protection?
"Not sure I like that. Do you have a gun? Or a knife at least?"
Nick looked a little shocked. "Um no."
"You need to get one, I have one, though it's for work. I have a few knives too; those are just collector items though, so I don't know about lending you those. I could probably get another gun from work though."
Blaine looked up at Nick to see him staring at him, his face slacken. "What?"
Nick shook his head. "Sorry, it's just this is weird. You talking about guns and knives, and I'm kind of blown away."
"Oh well, work you know?"
"Not really, but I'll go with it. I don't know how comfortable I feel about a gun though."
"Okay, that's fine; just you know more than likely they'll have guns. And you should probably learn some self-defense before you decide to do this. Actually you know what; you should come stay with me."
Nick blanched. "What? Why? Blaine, I don't know if you realize this, but you are the best person on earth."
Blaine smiled and shook his head. "No, not really, I'm just helping out a friend. I haven't got an extra bed, but you can stay on my couch. I'd feel better that way. What do you say?"
"Are you sure? I seriously feel like I'm taking complete advantage here."
"I'm sure. I mean, I might make you leave on occasion, well probably not. I've only just started seeing someone."
Nick grinned, raising his eyebrow. "Oh really? How hot is he?"
Blaine blushed. "Yes, and honestly there are no words. He's a designer, well sort of, he does other stuff too. He works at vogue, the magazine."
"Oh wow, color me impressed. How long have you been seeing him?"
"Actually we've only known each other for nine days, but he's perfect."
Nick smiled. "That's great! Kind of crazy, but you know some people fall fast."
"Yeah, here let me give you my address and you can come over with your stuff?"
"Sounds good, if you're absolutely completely positive? I really don't want to pressure you, I'm the one that's gone and fucked up his life. It's not like we've even talked recently."
Blaine got up out of the chair and moved over to Nick and pulled him up,resting his hands on Nick's shoulders. "Hey stop, look yes you did fuck up, but I'm offering, and I know what I'm offering too. It'll work out, and if it doesn't. Well we can just send you to Fiji."
Nick laughed; Blaine pulled him into a brief hug, before letting go. "Let me see your phone and I'll put my address in. Just call me before you come over, I have a date sometime today."
Nick handed over his phone. "Sometime? You don't know when?"
"Well I wasn't sure how long this would take, so I told him I'd tell him after I finished."
"Oh. What are you going to tell him?"
Blaine finished typing and gave Nick back his phone, looking back up at him. "The truth, he knows about everything I do. I won't lie to him."
"Maybe I shouldn't stay there."
Blaine thought for a second. "If you're worried about him knowing about you, don't be. I'm the one that works for the FBI, and he doesn't need to know more than your first name. But he'll know I'm doing a job either way. If you're not comfortable then you don't have to stay."
Nick seemed to be thinking it over. "Okay. Would it be okay for me to talk to him? I trust you that he's trustworthy, but it's my life at stake here. So yeah I'm a little overly worried."
"That's okay, I completely understand. Just let me talk to him, if he doesn't want to then I can't force him."
"Of course, just let me know okay? I'm going to head off now."
"I will, soon as. Be careful."
Nick hugged him once more, quickly. "I will, and thanks Blaine."
Blaine smiled. "You're welcome."
Blaine watched Nick walk off for a second, before picking up his trash and tossing it. He went back inside to grab another cup, before he went home. It was just gone ten now, so still pretty early for lunch. He'd still let Kurt know, right after he got a refill. The line was a lot shorter at this time, only one person, so he was at the counter quickly.
"Hi! What can I get started for you?"
"Hi, I'll just have a medium drip please."
"Sure no problem, name?"
"Blaine."
"So I don't mean to be nosy, but I noticed you outside, first date?"
Blaine smiled and laughed a little. "Nope, it was actually an old high school friend. I do have a date later today though."
"Oh really? Care to share?"
Blaine glanced at the guy's nametag, wanting to put a name to him, if he was going to be talking more than five words to him. "Slow day, Jeff?"
Jeff laughed, "Right now, but honestly I'm just a horrible gossip. Tell me?"
Blaine laughed. "Sure why not?His name is Kurt, and he's gorgeous, and works at Vogue, really he's amazing, his voice, and-"
"Wait, stop!" Jeff was holding up his hand. "Name is Kurt, works at Vogue, really sophisticated, tall, brown hair, always styled into a gorgeous quiff?"
Blaine frowned in confusion, "How on earth did you know that?"
"He always comes in here, Vogue isn't that far."
"Oh, well yeah that's him."
"Wow, you are one lucky bastard."
Blaine smiled. "Yeah I know."
"So is your friend staying in town? He's cute."
"Maybe, for a little while at least. Why? Do you-"
Someone behind Blaine cleared their float really loudly. "Oh so sorry, I'll come back. Tell you all about Nick."
"Holding you to that!"
Blaine walked off smiling, the day had barely started and it was already kind of crazy.
…..
On the subway home, Blaine sent a message to Kurt. Hey I just got on the subway, finished talking with Nick, so just let me know when. –Blaine
He wasn't really expecting a quick reply, so he was surprised he got one when he was stepping off the train.
Good morning! Okay, did it go okay? And did we decide we should have lunch or no? –Kurt
Not wanting to stop and block traffic, Blaine waited until he got back on the street to reply, so he could at least step out of the way.
It went different than I thought it would, actually I need to talk to you about that, it's nothing bad though. Not really. And whenever or wherever you want. –Blaine
That sounds ominous, I hope you know that. But okay. We can meet in an hour, if that's ok? -Kurt
Sorry, I promise it'll make sense when I talk to you. That sounds great. –Blaine
Blaine didn't get a reply right away, so he started walking again, his phone buzzed when he was about a block from his apartment, so he just waited to read it then. Once inside the apartment, Blaine put his wallet and keys up, and sat down on the couch to read Kurt's reply.
Actually, I have an idea. Why don't we go shopping, since we're only picking up a few things, and then grab some take-out and come back to my place? –Kurt
That sounds fantastic, can't wait. –Blaine
Great! I'll see you soon then. I'll text you the place, I've got to look up the address. –Kurt
Okay. –Blaine
Blaine smiled, standing up and going upstairs to find something to wear for today, hopefully everything would go smoothly. He really hoped the end of the night ended up him being pressed against a flat surface, he wasn't picky what kind.