AN: Thanks for reading! Hope you like it, little bit of smut, not too intense though. Let me know what you think! (: Special thanks to osarieme and sofia michelle for always reviewing, I appreciate you guys so much!
Chapter Fourteen
Kurt woke up Sunday morning in a very good mood, yesterday had been amazing, and today would be too. He was planning on having a lazy morning, just relaxing, maybe think about what to wear, and try really hard not to think about Blaine meeting an old school friend. He believed Blaine completely about the 'just friends' thing, but he couldn't help being a little possessive. He knew it didn't make sense, because they really hadn't known each other that long, but Kurt couldn't help it.
Kurt rolled over in bed, and grabbed his phone off the night stand to check the time. It was just after nine, which was later than he normally slept in, so obviously this meant it'd be a good day. Kurt slowly got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make up a quick breakfast. Once in the kitchen he saw a bakery box on the counter, and couldn't help the grin on his face, sometimes it was good to have a roommate. Upon opening the box, he found a couple of plain donuts, nothing exciting. He frowned, the only bad thing about Santana getting sweets, she got the plain ones every time! Because apparently she couldn't be seen with normal sweets, it'd ruin her image. Kurt would still eat them though.
Turning to the coffee machine, he went about starting it, adding the grounds and water. Next he went to the refrigerator to pull out some cream cheese and jam, he needed something for flavor. Setting everything up only took a few minutes; Kurt just had to wait for the coffee to finish brewing, which seemed to be taking ages. He stood staring at it, willing it to brew faster.
"Glaring at it won't make it brew faster." Santana said as she walked in the kitchen.
"It does though, I've timed it." Kurt replied, completely serious.
Santana just scoffed. "I'm sure you have, weirdo."
Kurt turned to look at her. "It's not weird; I just like my coffee to be prompt in its brewing process."
"That makes absolutely no sense."
Kurt had already turned back to his coffee glaring, which had brewed enough for a cup. Kurt poured some, and held the cup up, showing Santana. "See, told you it worked."
Santana shook her head, and pulled out a cup for herself, though she still had to wait for the rest of it to finish. "I'm sure. And didn't we agree that you would wear clothes in the kitchen, safety reasons."
Kurt looked down, he hadn't put on a shirt, which he normally would have, but he'd been thinking of other things. "I'm wearing underwear at least, that protects the important bits." Kurt said with a smirk.
Santana only grinned back at him, starting to fix her own cup of coffee.
"Anyways, where did you go this morning?" Kurt asked motioning to the bakery box.
"Nowhere, those are from on my way back from Dani's." Santana turned around to face Kurt, she was smiling smugly.
Kurt grinned, "I see. Lucky bitch." He said the last part under his breath.
Santana still heard it. "Don't be jealous, it wasn't even planned. I guess she just was feeling horny and called me last night. I wasn't gonna tell her no."
Kurt raised his eyebrow, "So she just gave you a booty call, and you were ok with that?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see why I wouldn't be, we're both adults, we have needs. And I don't need to wait till the third date to get some."
Kurt groaned. "Oh stop it, just because I wanted to make sure of where things are going doesn't mean I don't want to have sex with Blaine. I'm just trying to be respectful."
Santana nodded her head. "Okay, but does he want you to be respectful? I think that's the big question here." She finished, smirking at Kurt.
Kurt smiled to himself, thinking about the conversation he had had with Blaine last night. He hadn't known then that Blaine wouldn't have minded going further, but now that he did, Kurt would make sure Blaine enjoyed tonight to the fullest.
Wanting to sit down, Kurt grabbed his plate and coffee and brought them into the living room, wanting to watch some TV while he waited for Blaine to text him.
"So you're just going to ignore me?" Santana yelled after him.
"Nope, I'm just not dignifying that with a proper response."
"Ugh! Stop trying to sound sophisticated." She said while walking into the living room, joining him on the couch. "Any plans today?"
Kurt had already turned on the TV, and was taking a bite when Santana asked.
"Yeah, Blaine."
Santana grinned, setting her mug on the table, and giving Kurt her full attention. "Blaine is your plans. Meaning you plan to do Blaine, or do something with Blaine? Or both? Both are better."
Kurt laughed. "Yeah, hopefully both, but you are not finding out anything. Well, unless you leave the premises today?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "All day? No I don't think so, for one I don't think you have that much stamina and two what the hell am I supposed to do all day?"
Kurt also rolled his eyes, they did this often. "Not all day, I just meant for a little while. And how on earth would you know how much stamina I have or don't have?"
"I've heard you have sex before."
"No you've heard me give and receive blow jobs, I've never once went full on sex, whilst you were here."
Santana's eyes narrowed at that. "You really expect me to believe that?"
"Yes I do actually, because I don't think you realize how often you stay out, so that gives me plenty of time to have sex with someone. Granted it has been awhile, but I'm pretty sure I have the same amount of stamina." Kurt leaned back into the couch, turning his attention to the TV again.
"Alright fine, I guess I can give you the night or day, when are you doing this?"
Kurt was only half paying attention when he answered, trying to watch a little TV. "I'm waiting for Blaine to text me, probably around lunch time though. And we're going out, so you don't need to worry about it until probably around two."
"That's still a long time, and it's a Sunday! I can't go out to a bar tonight, all the good ones are closed."
Kurt shrugged. "Sorry, but I've done it for you tons of times, you owe me."
Santana sat back and started pouting, not having a clue what she could do all day. Kurt looked at her as he finished his breakfast. He almost felt bad about asking her, but honestly he did leave for her a lot, of course he had the option to go into work, while she didn't.
"Maybe you can see what Dani is doing?" Kurt asked, hoping to give her some options.
Santana glared at him. "I literally just saw her, and I'm not you. I don't want to spend every waking moment with my significant other."
"Well so sorry, just trying to help. And I don't want to spend every waking moment with Blaine."
"Well that's a straight up lie." Santana got up and stomped out of the living room, yelling back. "I'll just go shopping! Maybe I can stand on the corner make some extra money."
Kurt rolled his eyes, even though he knew she couldn't see him. "Oh stop acting like a child, it's one day! Go to the park, go to the gym, or take a class!"
Santana yelled back. "Take a class! A fucking class! On a Sunday, are you high?"
Getting up, Kurt left the living room, planning to go to his bathroom and have a shower. "It was just a suggestion!"
"Well it was a shitty ass one!"
Kurt got to his bathroom and shut the door, smiling as he heard the last of Santana's yelling. They probably enjoyed arguing like that a little too much.
Kurt turned his attention to his reflection in the mirror; he was still only wearing his boxer-briefs but he needed a shower anyway. He went up to the sink and went about brushing his teeth. Once that was done he took off his briefs, and went to start the water in the shower, making sure it was the right temperature. Then he turned around to use the toilet before getting into the shower.
Kurt stood under the heat of the spray, just taking a moment to enjoy it. He thought about Blaine again, not that he ever really stopped thinking about him. After the conversation they'd had last night, Kurt was getting more eager to see everything he had to offer. Kurt assumed Blaine worked out regularly, if he could go by the size of his biceps, damn those were some nice biceps. He was hoping the rest of his body was just as muscular, not that he cared that much. He just enjoyed a nice body as much as the next person.
Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he ran his hands through his hair, making sure it was wet enough. Kurt reached for the shampoo and poured some into his hand. Rubbing it into his hair, Kurt let his mind start to a drift; automatically his thoughts went to Blaine. He wondered how he showered, how he washed his hair, his body, and now he was thinking of a wet and naked Blaine. With these lovely thoughts Kurt started to feel himself get hard, he thought about turning the cold water on to make it go away, but what was a little indulgence? Rinsing his hair out, and then adding conditioner, Kurt brought his mind back to the image of naked and wet Blaine. Wondering if he was the type to get off in the shower, or if he liked to wait until he was fit to burst and wait until he could finish in bed.
Taking the soap, he washed is face, and then the rest of his body, he didn't ignore his cock, but didn't spend more time than necessary there. After rinsing all of the soap off, he turned his attention to more pleasurable things. Like Blaine and his naked, wet body, that could very well be kneeling at his feet. Kurt thought he'd be more than happy to be there, doing whatever Kurt asked him to. He might even let him come on his face. These thoughts were making it hard for Kurt to breathe, and he really wanted to get off now.
Resting his hand on the wall of the shower Kurt grabbed his cock and slowly started tugging it. He kept thinking of Blaine, him kneeling at his feet, just begging for attention. He pumped his fist faster, not wanting to drag it out. Blaine would be licking his lips and pressing his face into Kurt's crouch, silently asking him if he could suck his cock. Kurt moaned, biting his lip and squeezing his hand into a much tighter fist, the heat from the water almost good enough that he could pretend it was Blaine's mouth. He was starting to feel that pull in his gut; it wouldn't be that much longer. Swiping his thumb across the head and yanking his hand down once more Kurt came with the image of Blaine opening his mouth wide, groaning loudly.
Coming down, Kurt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He rinsed off his body again, running his hands through his hair, making sure all the conditioner was out. Kurt shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and dried off, then threw it into the hamper. He ran a comb through his hair; he'd style it once he'd heard from Blaine. Finished Kurt walked out of the bathroom and into his room, only a little surprised to see Santana sitting on his bed.
"Dammit Hummel, that is too much cock for me to see in a day, put it away." Was the first thing to come out of her mouth, hand held over her eyes. "Oh and I could hear you moaning."
Kurt just grinned, not really caring; it was her own fault for being in his bedroom while he was in the shower. "Not my fault. What are you doing in here?"
Still with her hand over her eyes, she replied. "I was just going to tell you I've made plans, turns out there are things to do on Sunday nights after all. And your phone went off."
While she had been talking Kurt had put some boxer briefs on. "You can uncover your eyes now. Good for you, knew you could find something."
Santana rolled her eyes, but she pulled her down. "As if you really cared, but there you go. Just text me when you're on your way back."
Kurt went to pick up his phone, seeing it was a text from Blaine, which made him smile. "Sure."
Santana left then, and Kurt opened the message from Blaine.
Hey I just got on the subway, finished talking with Nick, so just let me know when. –Blaine
Kurt spent a moment, thinking about what to say, and remember they hadn't decided on lunch or not.
Good morning! Okay, did it go okay? And did we decide we should have lunch or no? –Kurt
The reply wasn't instant, so Kurt sat his phone down, and went to the dresser to grab some socks. Going to sit on the bed to pull them on his phone buzzed. 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
Kurt frowned; he didn't like that at all. But maybe it wasn't anything to worry about; he'd talk to Blaine in person. 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
Kurt smiled at that, he was always apologizing for everything, Kurt found it sweet. Kurt looked at the time, it was after ten, and if they met in an hour, they could have lunch. But Kurt wanted to spend time alone with Blaine. Thinking about it, Kurt figured they could always bring it back here. Santana already said she'd go. Besides it'd take at least an hour for them to shop, so it'd still be around two, little before maybe, if not exactly two. He wasn't worried though, Santana owed him years of favors.
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
Kurt took a moment to look up the address of the place down the block, and sent off a text to Blaine with it. That done, he got off the bed and made his way into his closet to find an outfit. This wasn't going to be an easy job today. For one, the outfit had to be date appropriate, but also he was going to be using glue and while we was always extremely careful, he didn't want to ruin anything. He could go with the few outfits he had that weren't designer, because yes surprisingly he did own a couple. Granted he only ever wore them at home, never in public. There was probably some designer crafting outfit, but sadly Kurt didn't actually own it.
Frowning Kurt pulled a couple of shirts out, and held them up, trying to imagine wearing them. As if he hasn't worn every single piece in his closet, sometimes he hated how critical he could be over clothing choices. Going through five different outfits, Kurt finally found one he could handle maybe possibly getting damaged. Of course he'd still look amazing, and they were still designer, but they weren't his favorites. He actually didn't like not wearing his complete best for Blaine, but he didn't really have much choice. Damn him for wanting to spend all his time with Blaine, even when it would involve getting dirty.
Noticing the time had gotten away from him; thirty minutes had already passed since he'd last talked to Blaine. That wasn't going to leave enough time for him to do his hair, get dressed, and make it down to the shop. Sure the place was only a block away, but his hair! Not wanting to worry Blaine, Kurt sent him off a text message before he got dressed.
Babes, I've let time get away from me, so sorry. I'll take a little longer than planned. Text you as soon as I'm close, probably only ten minutes difference. –Kurt
He didn't wait for a reply but did leave his phone right where he could see it, so he could multi-task. He tried to hurry along, but it was hard to do when he still didn't want to accidently wrinkle his shirt. Pacing himself, Kurt put on his pants, shirt and the vest he was wearing. Sitting on the bed he slipped on his shoes and laced them up. Kurt picked up his phone when he heard the buzz from the bed.
Don't worry about it; I'll be waiting just outside for you. (: no need to rush. –Blaine
Kurt smiled, but he'd still try and hurry, he hated making Blaine wait, because what if someone hit on him or something? With that nasty thought Kurt went into the bathroom to fix hair and moisturize. He had a small clock in the bathroom, so he could keep an eye on the time. Kurt would do his hair first since that would take longer, and he could always simplify his moisturizing routine. Picking up a comb, Kurt ran it through his hair, to check if he would need to dry it, or get it wet again. Luckily he just needed to dry it. By the time he was done with that, it'd been exactly an hour since he'd told Blaine they'd meet up.
"Shit." He didn't want to leave his skin completely exposed to the sun, so Kurt rubbed some lotion that had SPF 15 on and then left the bathroom. He grabbed his phone from the bed, and looked around the room, trying to remember where he'd put his wallet last. Not seeing it in the room, Kurt went to look in the living room, no luck. The kitchen, again nope, cursing to himself, Kurt yelled for Santana. "Santana have you seen my wallet?"
The door to her room opened, and she stuck her head out. "Maybe it's on the table in the entry way."
Kurt's eyes widened, having forgotten he'd bought that table. "Oh." And it was right there, just setting all innocent on the table, like it hadn't made Kurt even more late than he was. "Thanks Santana, I'm leaving now."
"Kay, don't forget to text me!"
"I won't." Kurt put his wallet in his back pocket, his phone in his front, and his keys, which weren't in his hand… Kurt groaned, starting to get frustrated. He really needed to invest in a key hook, or a bowl or something. Kurt retreated back into the kitchen to check for his keys this time, which were on the island, thank god. Grabbing them he stuffed them in his pocket and went out the door. He wasn't going to look at the time, he knew he was late; it'd just take extra time to see how late.
Kurt jogged a little down the stairs, but slowed down on the street, not wanting to run into someone. It wasn't as nice outside today, kind of windy and looked to be cloudy too. They weren't going to be shopping that long though. The shop was close so he got there quickly. Kurt saw Blaine standing outside the door, checking his phone, which reminded Kurt he'd forgotten to text him. Oops. Kurt was thankful for that forgetfulness though, because he needed a moment to take Blaine in. He wasn't wearing anything close to what he had been. In fact it was completely different. He was wearing tight black skinny jeans rolled up and showing his ankles, a plain black V-neck shirt, and his hair! It wasn't completely gelled down, you could actually see his curls, and damn Kurt wanted to just take him back to his apartment, forget the shopping. Kurt didn't know what had caused the style change, but he was so not complaining.
Kurt walked up to Blaine, clearing his throat. "Hey."
Blaine head's shot up and he smiled hugely. "Hi."
"Sorry I didn't text; apparently I wasn't having a good morning, and couldn't find my wallet or keys."
"Its fine really, you're here now. And you look gorgeous too." Blaine said, gesturing towards Kurt's outfit.
Kurt smiled at him. "Thanks, and so do you, though this is a bit of a style change for you."
Blaine looked down at himself, turning just a hint of red. "Yeah, I wasn't sure what we were doing exactly, and I didn't want to worry about getting messy."
Kurt couldn't help but grin, he sure as hell hoped he'd get Blaine messy, with or without clothes. "Good idea, I do plan on making you very messy." He said with a wink.
Kurt couldn't help but notice Blaine swallowing, and smirked. He did enjoy having that effect on him. Kurt turned towards the store; Blaine had been standing on the sidewalk close to the door, but far enough down not to be in the way. Kurt reached for Blaine's hand, wanting to go inside.
"Let's go inside, I have some idea what I want. At least for the gift card, that shouldn't be too difficult. Not so sure about the gift wrapping."
Blaine placed his hand in Kurt's, linking their fingers together. They walked the last few feet to the store's door, Kurt reaching for the handle to hold it open for Blaine. There was a ding above the door, and a faint "Welcome." from somewhere in the store. The store was small; the aisles close together, with just enough room to pass someone. It was mostly materials for scrapbooking, but there were a few trinkets here and there. They'd have to go somewhere else for the wrapping paper.
Kurt went to the aisle that held the different types of patterned paper; he was thinking maybe making the card out to be something jewel related since the spa was doing that theme. Though it did feel a little like copying them. Blaine was just trailing quietly behind him, seeming to be completely content with just following Kurt. That could be completely true of course, but Kurt wanted Blaine here for more than that.
"Did I explain to you the jewel theme for the spa?" He looked up from the array of patterns.
"No you hadn't."
Continuing to look through the papers, Kurt started to tell Blaine about the theme. "Well the whole spa is based around different jewels, one for each type of package. It is a little clichéd, but sometimes a little cliché is needed."
"That's interesting, are you planning on making the card based on the package you got for her?"
Kurt nodded. "I was thinking that, yes. It's the ruby package, not sure if I should go bright with the background or make it subtle. What do you think?"
After a couple of minutes with nothing but silence, Kurt turned around to look at Blaine. He was surprised at the stunned look on his face, and maybe a little bit of worry too. "Something wrong, Blaine?"
He started at the question. "No, I'm just a little surprised you asked me. I figured after," Blaine paused there, looking around and finally finishing in a whisper. "The talk we had, you'd make all the decisions. Especially something like this, it being a family gift and all."
Kurt had to stop himself from giggling, not to be rude, but more in surprise. He hadn't thought Blaine would even want to be quiet that submissive, but maybe so. Kurt took a step to close the small distance between them, moving the hand that wasn't holding Blaine's to cup his cheek. He lowered his voice, more for Blaine's benefit, than the thought of them being overheard. "Blaine, honey, that's not what I want from you. True I love being bossy and being the one in charge, but I want your opinion on things. You aren't just arm-candy, I realize we haven't been together long, and if that's why you don't want to help, then I respect that decision. But if it's for the other reason, there is no need for you to keep your opinions to yourself. You are your own person, Blaine."
Throughout Kurt's speech, Blaine had looking straight into his eyes. Kurt noticed every little change in his eyes, from confusion, bashfulness, acceptance and want. "Do you get that?"
"I think so; I thought it would be different though?"
Kurt sighed, realizing that while he'd love to talk about it now, this wasn't really the place. "Look Blaine, there's always more to it, and we still need to talk, last night was just skimming the surface. Let's get done shopping and then we'll talk at my place, yeah?" Kurt also realized they had never actually said they were together, the needed to talk about that too.
Blaine nodded, a little sheepishly. Kurt took a step back, not letting go of Blaine's hand and started looking at papers again.
They spent a few minutes in silence, this time both of them looking. Blaine cleared his throat. "Do you want to use card-stock?"
"I think I'll need to, I kind of wanted to layer it. Maybe have a pattern in-between two plain papers. And then maybe write the list of activities?"
"That might be a lot to write, well I guess that depends what else you want written on it too."
Kurt shrugged. "Not really sure, there are six or seven things for her to do. I figure she'd want to know before she went and how long it was going to be too. I can write small enough, and well enough for her to read it."
Nodding Blaine reached up to get a stack of papers from the top shelf, almost having to stand on his tip-toes. Normally Kurt would have already offered his help, but he just couldn't help this time. He was way too distracted by the strip of flesh that was exposed at Blaine's waist. He also had the sudden urge to step behind Blaine, to see the stretch of material across his ass. Sadly it was too late for that as he'd already gotten whatever it was. Kurt should feel at least a little ashamed, well he felt like he should, but he wasn't.
"So we should just get the full size paper, and then cut it down to what you need?"
Kurt smiled, trying to pull himself away from thinking about Blaine's ass; it was a very difficult thing to do. "That sounds smart; I have some things at home, like glue, tape, scissors, and other essentials."
Blaine grinned at him. "Do you want to add any embellishments?"
Kurt hummed. "Yeah more than likely, no clue what though. We'll just have a look."
They spent almost half an hour picking out paper, three different patterns, because Kurt couldn't decide. Some ribbon, felt, buttons, and glitter, because Kurt might need it at some point. He hoped that it would turn out alright; he knew he'd be able to pull it all together; it was just the damn patterns. Maybe he'd have Blaine decide. They were standing at the counter to check out when Blaine reminded him of something.
"How are you writing it?"
"Oh shit! I'll be right back." Kurt handed Blaine the stuff he'd been holding and headed to the back of the store. There was still one other person ahead of them, so Blaine should be okay. Kurt knew exactly where he was going, and was quick to grab the colors he needed, and went back to Blaine.
"Sorry about that, but I needed to get some more ink." He was holding two small glass bottles, one was red, the other black. "I took a class back in high school for calligraphy; I thought it'd make me cooler that was insanely naïve of me." Kurt laughed to himself. "I also took a class to learn how to throw Sai swords, it was for an audition."
The person in front of them left and Kurt moved forward, since he'd handed off the other stuff to Blaine, he only had to set down the two ink bottles. The cashier asked him if that was all, which prompted Kurt to turn around to Blaine. Blaine was staring at Kurt with a look of awe, which Kurt didn't get, but he didn't want to draw any attention to him, so he just grabbed the stuff in his hands. "No this stuff too."
Once the stuff had left his hands Blaine seemed to come out of it, he moved up to Kurt, standing as close as possible. Kurt took care of the payment, and grabbed the bag, all the while wondering what had gotten into Blaine. Kurt took Blaine's hand and pulled him along, out the door and out onto the sidewalk.
"You alright?"
Blaine didn't really say anything, just nodded, which kind of worried Kurt. He hoped he hadn't said anything, but he couldn't really think of anything. Kurt let them walk in silence; he had planned on just taking their time finding a place that sold gift wrapping items. Now he wanted to find somewhere they could sit for a moment to talk. After about five minutes of silence, they came across a neighborhood park. Kurt motioned to Blaine where they were going, he just took it in stride, following Kurt easily. Once out of the way of traffic, and hopefully anyone listening in, Kurt started talking.
"Blaine, something happened back there. Did I say something wrong? If so I need you to tell me." He said with a firm voice, hoping to get Blaine to say something.
Blaine just shook his head. Kurt didn't want to get frustrated, but he was starting to. Deciding maybe Blaine needed something more to focus; Kurt stepped directly in front of him, grabbed his chin firmly, and spoke. "Blaine, I get that you don't want to tell me. But I need you to, otherwise this won't work. You have to have complete trust in me, and I get that takes time, but I'm not asking for much right now, just talk to me."
Blaine had kept his eyes closed while Kurt spoke, as soon as Kurt finished he opened them. "I'm sorry; I was just really in my head and Ireallythinkyou'retoogoodforme."
The last was said in a rush, but Kurt heard it. He sighed in relief and smiled, moving his hand from Blaine's chin to the back of his head, bringing him in for a short kiss. "Blaine, don't think that. Not even a little. You are completely perfect. If you want to be in your head though, that's fine; just give me some warning, okay?"
Blaine nodded, smiling up at Kurt, and leaning into him. Not being able to help himself, Kurt leaned the rest of the extremely short distance and kissed Blaine again. This one a little longer, both of them pressing into each other, Kurt opened his mouth just enough to nibble at Blaine's lip. He heard Blaine whimper and knew he needed to pull back; they were still in public after all. On second thought, Kurt pulled Blaine against him tightly, kissing his jawline, then moving to his lips and licking them. Blaine moaned, and so did Kurt, both of them pushing against each other as to get as close as possible. Kurt couldn't stop himself from running his hands through Blaine's hair, as he devoured his mouth. Blaine's hands grasped Kurt's hips tightly, his nails digging into the skin, causing Kurt gasp into his mouth and his eyes to open. From the corner of his eye, Kurt could see children playing in the small park, reminding him where they were. Kurt stepped back from him, pressing a firm kiss to his lips just before he did.
Blaine let out a soft. "No."
Kurt smiled. "Sorry love, but while we are kind of out of the public eye right now, I want to save that for later."
Blaine's eyes widen. "Later?"
Kurt nodded, rubbing Blaine's cheek, just because he couldn't help it. Blaine nuzzled into his hand, so yeah, there was a reason. "First we need to finish shopping, and talk, well we should probably talk first. Though I'm beginning to think talking can wait for a little while."
Blaine bit his lip, and closed his eyes. "Yes, please."
At that Kurt really needed to take a step back, he had half a mind to say 'fuck it' and just take Blaine back to his place. Kurt checked his phone for the time; it hadn't been long enough for Santana to have left yet. It wasn't even one yet. Groaning a little, Kurt pulled himself completely away from Blaine, not wanting to, but knowing he had to. Blaine didn't stay though, just took that step with him, and an extra step to put them even closer. Kurt wanted to cry from sexual frustration, but he placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders to get his attention.
"Blaine, I know you don't want to stop, neither do I, but we have to. We'll be alone soon, okay?"
Blaine nodded, though he looked a little dazed as he did it, and that made Kurt smile. Kurt took a deep breath to calm down, then claimed Blaine's hand and started to walk back to the street. Before they stepped back into the cluster of pedestrians, Kurt decided to Google a place that sold wrapping paper. He had much more of a reason to get back now, so he didn't want to waste time. It took a few moments to find a shop nearby, Kurt showed Blaine the phone.
"This place is only a couple blocks that way. I think I've walked past it before actually." Kurt said while pointing in the correct direction. Starting to walk, Kurt glanced at Blaine again, making sure he was alright. He was smiling softly, and his eyes were a bit glassy, but he was able to walk, so Kurt just kind of pulled him along in a peaceful silence.
After a short walk, they made it to the shop Kurt had found online, the place was bigger than he had expected. Kurt walked them through the gliding doors, stopping a few feet in to take in the place. There was a lot more than just gift wrapping paper, Kurt was surprised he'd never stopped in before. There were signs above each of the aisles, depicting where everything was located. Finding the wrapping area was quiet easy, with Blaine's hand still in his, Kurt walked to that section.
There was a wide selection of different wrapping papers, Kurt kind of wanted to go with the whole ruby theme, and then maybe use a soft blue for the ribbon. It'd coincide nicely with the color of the purse. Kurt didn't want to spend too long here either; he had more important things to attend to. "Blaine, love, what do you think of red wrapping paper, and then a blue ribbon?"
Blaine hummed, contentedly resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. "That sounds lovely."
Kurt smiled, he wasn't sure if Blaine had really been listening, or just agreeing with whatever he said. "It does, I think we'll grab this one," he picked up a dark red, a bit more burgundy than ruby, "and this one." The other one was brighter, much more vibrant.
Kurt was surprised when Blaine grabbed both of them, not expecting him to. "I'll carry these for you, if you don't mind?" He asked quietly.
"Of course not, let's go look at the ribbons now. I know I got some at the other place, but they might have something different that I'll need."
"Okay." Blaine replied.
They made quick work of going through all the different ribbons, and there were quite a few. Kurt ended up picking out two, he had seen others, but he needed to learn to limit himself.
Arriving at the counter, there was a longer line than had been at the other shop, but this place was bigger than the other had been. As they stood in line, Kurt considered what would happen once they got back to his place. The plan had been to eat, finish up Carol's gift card, and then wrap the present. With what happened last night, the talk with Blaine, they should really discuss that stuff. Kurt was more than happy to do that, it wasn't going to be an unpleasant conversation at all, and he was kind of looking forward to it. The other thing though, with Blaine's old friend, that he was worried about. He knew Blaine said it wasn't anything bad, and he believed him, but he had a bad feeling anyways. He'd love if he could put it off and just make-out with Blaine, it wouldn't be so bad to do that he didn't think. As the line moved forward, Kurt turned to Blaine.
"Blaine, are you hungry?"
"Um, I guess, though I wouldn't mind waiting till later, if you wanted."
Kurt frowned, thinking, he wasn't certain if Blaine was saying he wanted to wait because he thought that's what Kurt wanted, or if it was what he wanted. He didn't want him to go hungry just because he was feeling a little frisky. The moved forward a little more.
"So you aren't hungry?"
Blaine blushed, maybe it wasn't just him feeling frisky, Kurt thought. "I ate some earlier, but I'm not starving right now. I just thought you wanted to get home?"
Kurt grinned at him. "Oh I really do, but I don't want you to go hungry. So if you're sure, we'll just order something in later?"
"That sounds good."
Soon enough they were at the front of the line, they were able to check out quickly, paying with a card. Walking out of the store, Kurt pulled Blaine a lot closer, wrapping his arm around Blaine's waist. Seeing how the shop had only been a couple of blocks away from Kurt's place they got there in just a few short moments. And then Kurt remembered he was supposed to text Santana when he was on his way. "Shit." He said, stopping outside of his building.
"Is something wrong?"
"Not really, just I forgot to text Santana that I was on my way back. She was supposed to be gone by then."
Blaine ducked his head, confusing Kurt. "You, uh, asked her to leave?"
Kurt almost winced, he would feel bad, but damn he really wanted to get Blaine alone. "Yes, sorry that might have been a little presumptuous, but I figured we could use the alone time either way."
When Blaine lifted his head, he was smiling, though his face was faintly red. "It's fine; I just don't know what you expect. I'm not like really experienced in that type of relationship."
Kurt had the sudden urge to just cuddle Blaine up and never let him go. "Blaine, no, I don't expect anything from you, but let's save this conversation for private."
Blaine blinked, only just now seeming to notice there were other people around. "Of course, should we just go up?"
Kurt bit his lip in thought. "Yeah, we're already here."
Kurt unlocked the door to the building, and guided Blaine inside. They took the stairs up, Kurt wishing he had let Blaine go ahead of him, so he could watch him. And wow that kind of made him perverted. Once they got to his floor, Kurt walked down the short distance to his door and unlocked it, motioning for Blaine to go in ahead of him.
Kurt sat his keys on the table in the entry way, hopefully he'd remember that this time. Blaine had stopped just inside the door, just kind of looking around; it made Kurt remember he'd never been there before. That was surprising, because it sure as hell felt like he'd known Blaine long enough for them to have been to each other's places.
"Do you want the grand tour?"
Blaine snapped his attention to Kurt, he was twisting his hands. "Um, do you, is Santana here, maybe? Did you want to check?"
That surprised Kurt, but he nodded and moved down the hall to her room. It was quiet enough in the apartment that Kurt was pretty sure she'd already left. He checked her bedroom, and yelled just to be sure. "Santana? You here?" There wasn't an answer, he'd text her too, which he should have done anyways.
Hey you gone? –Kurt
The reply came a lot quicker than Kurt had expected. Yep. You better get some, for me going to all this trouble. –Santana
Kurt rolled his eyes just a little exasperated with her, but that done, he went back to Blaine. He started talking again before he got back; knowing Blaine would still be able to hear him.
"Alright she's gone. Was there a reason you wanted to check so quickly?"
Blaine was standing exactly where Kurt had left him, as soon as he got close to him Blaine moved. Kurt was extremely shocked, based on Blaine's behavior throughout the day, but he basically pounced on him, attaching himself to Kurt's mouth. The kisses were quick and much more aggressive than Kurt had ever imagined Blaine doing, he did enjoy it, but he wanted to at least be somewhere comfortable.
"Blaine." He started, placing his hands on Blaine's cheeks trying to calm him down, for at least a moment. "Blaine." He stopped kissing his lips at least, but moved down Kurt's jawline and to his neck. Kurt groaned, maybe he could just let it happen. He pushed Blaine a little harder, getting him to stop, if only for a second. "Baby, let's go into the living room at least."
Blaine nodded; he grabbed his hand pulling Kurt along, as soon as they got to the couch, Blaine sat down and pulled Kurt on top of him. Kurt had to grin at how eager Blaine was, he was happily surprised. "Kurt, please."
Licking his lips, Kurt bent down and kissed Blaine deeply, wanting his lips to be swollen and bruised for hours, if not days. Blaine moaned lowly, grasping Kurt's back; he let Kurt take complete control. Kurt pulled Blaine's mouth, looking into his eyes for a moment, and then started kissing his neck. Blaine's hips bucked into his, and damn Kurt really wished there weren't so many layers in between them. Kurt spent some time sucking bruises into Blaine's collar bones, taking advantage of the V-neck shirt Blaine had worn.
Blaine's hands moved up to Kurt's neck, messaging it almost, he tugged a little at the hairs at the bottom of his neck. Kurt actually quite enjoyed that, normally not liking anyone touching his hair. Moving back up to Blaine's mouth, Kurt pressed his hips down, making Blaine gasp and almost choke. He gave him a brief moment before he claimed his mouth again. They spent a good fifteen minutes just heavily kissing on the couch, the thought about moving or losing clothes had crossed Kurt's mind a few times, but he wanted to wait for that.
What finally stopped them was Blaine's phone going off. Blaine ignored it though, or maybe he hadn't heard it. In case it was something important, Kurt wanted Blaine to check, he didn't know for sure how his work would contact him, if it was something like last week. He hoped not though, because he didn't want to deal with that again. Kurt pulled away from Blaine's lips, Blaine following him.
"Blaine, your phone went off. Did you want to check it?"
He blinked at him, taking a moment to process. "My phone?"
Kurt chuckled. "Yeah phone, that thing that keeps you connected to everyone in the outside world."
Blaine coughed sheepishly. "Oh yeah, sorry. I'll just check that."
Kurt watched Blaine and Blaine watched Kurt. Then Kurt realized he'd have to actually get off of Blaine for him to check his phone, which no, that wasn't in the plan. "Sorry." He said, sitting up so he was straddling Blaine, but he wasn't going to move completely.
He watched Blaine get his phone out of his pocket and then read whatever was on it. He saw Blaine smile and that made Kurt just a tad jealous, which was kind of insane, but he couldn't help it. He refrained from asking who it was, he was proud of that at least. Blaine sat his phone on the coffee table and looked up at Kurt.
"That was Nick. He was just letting me know something we'd talked about today."
Okay, so that did make Kurt a little jealous or a lot really. He'd already been worried, and Blaine smiling at his texts kind of made him ache a little.
"Oh."
Apparently Blaine noticed his mood change, because he pulled up Kurt's chin and started explaining. "Sorry if that sounded bad, it's really not. I was going to tell you all about it today anyways. We could talk now if you wanted?"
Hoping he wouldn't regret it, but he didn't have much of a choice, Kurt nodded to him.
"Yeah we should."