AN: Hi! Sorry no smut this chapter, or the next. And this is a little shorter, but next week won't be at all. Thanks for reading and hope you like it! Thanks for all follows/reviews/favorites!
Chapter Twenty
Kurt walked into his parent's kitchen Friday morning grouchy, and half asleep, he hadn't slept well the night before. He'd had a good talk with Blaine for a while, but it hadn't chased away his fears of something happening to Blaine and him not being there. He knew Blaine would tell him in advance now, but he didn't think Blaine would wait until Kurt was back in New York to complete this project thing. He just needed to trust that Blaine knew what he was doing, and he did in a way, but it was also a very risky thing that he was under-taking.
While consumed in his thoughts Kurt hadn't noticed his dad sitting at the table reading the newspaper, and who even did that anymore? So when he turned around from making his coffee, he startled. "Dad, I didn't see you there! Morning."
"Morning son, sleep good?" Burt asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
Kurt walked over to the table and sat down. "It was okay, not the best I've had, but well enough."
Burt gave him a half-smile. "Not used to your mattress again?"
Kurt shrugged, that was partially true, but not the real reason. He couldn't tell his dad about that though, he really couldn't do that. He'd told him briefly about Blaine in the car ride home last night, but it'd been a very short conversation, because Kurt didn't know what to say exactly about Blaine.
"Heard you talking on the phone last night, was it that new boy of yours?"
Kurt smiled, not being able to help it, or even wanting to. "Yeah, sorry if I disturbed you."
Burt shook his head. "Not at all, just heard you as I was walking past your room. Couldn't wait a whole day to talk again?" Burt asked smirking.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Actually no I couldn't, and I'm not at all ashamed about it."
Burt just grinned, happy for him. "That's good I'm glad, how long have you been dating him then?"
"Oh, well it's been..." Kurt trailed off, he knew, but it also made him realize how fast it'd been. "Two weeks today."
Burt raised his eyebrow. "Since you've gotten serious?"
Kurt winced, ducking his head down and mumbling into the table. "No, since we met."
Burt laughed loud and long. "Really, Kurt?"
"Yeah." he mumbled again.
"I've got to say that's rather shocking for you. You usually wait months to get serious, let alone tell me about someone, what's different about this guy?" Burt asked seriously, though not judgmental.
Kurt looked up, staring at Burt for a moment and then said. "I'm not really sure, he just fits so well, and we connect. Everything just feels like, I don't know, right I guess. He makes me smile just by being there or even by hearing his name. He wants to talk to me just as much as I do him. We have so many common interests, like fashion and music and he's so smart too. He's just really perfect for me."
Burt was smiling at him when Kurt stopped talking; having realized he might be going on about Blaine, but it was easy to do.
"That's great Kurt, I'm happy for you. Sometimes you meet someone and you just get really lucky, and everything clicks right away. I can't wait to meet him."
Kurt grinned. "Yeah?"
Burt laughed and nodded. "Of course, did you think I'd tear into you about moving too fast?"
Kurt shrugged. "A little, yeah."
Burt smiled. "No, there's not some time frame needed for relationships, that's just another one of those things people do for absolutely no reason. Sometimes you just know, and yeah sometimes it doesn't work out, but that's okay. It's better that you give it a shot, than just make yourself wait for no reason."
"That's kind of what Blaine told me, about how people are about dating now."
"Sounds like he really is a smart one."
"He is, quite a bit actually." Kurt said a little wistful. "He works for the FBI."
Burt's eyebrows went straight up. "Really? How'd you meet a guy like that?"
Kurt frowned, not liking his dad's insinuation about him how he would meet a man. "Where do you think I met him?"
Burt rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Kurt, don't take it the wrong way, it's a genuine question!"
"Alright, I technically met him at a club, but it was because he came there with a friend that was meeting Santana for a date. We were both there as kind of wingmen I suppose."
Burt nodded. "How'd Santana meet this girl then?"
"Starbucks, she works with Blaine too, but she's an agent, like the ones from Criminal Minds, well maybe not exactly like those, but similar. Blaine's a Cyber Intelligence Analyst, not to be confused with the CIA, Blaine told me that."
Burt nodded, grinning. "Sounds like a know-it-all."
Kurt glared at his dad. "Dad, really?"
Burt shrugged, grinning to let Kurt know he wasn't serious. "I'm just kidding."
Kurt kept glaring though. "You might be, but if you want to meet him, you can't joke about that stuff."
Burt raised his hands in defense. "Hey, not one single rude word, promise."
Kurt nodded, took a drink of his coffee and then sat it back down. "You better. He's actually from Westerville; do you know where that is?" Kurt paused, looking at his dad, Burt nodded. "So if he goes home for Thanksgiving then you might get to meet him then, we'll have to talk about it though. I don't want to rush him if he's not ready for that. He might want me to meet his parents, oh god, I'll have to meet parents." Kurt said, his face stricken in horror.
Burt laughed. "Don't worry about it kid, not all that hard to meet the parents."
"Oh really, and you meeting mom's went so well did it?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, because he'd heard stories about the fiasco from him for a long time.
Burt shrugged. "Well that's a bit different, isn't it? Knew her parents wouldn't like me, she did too, both judgmental bigots if you ask me."
Kurt did, he'd only met his grandparents twice, once with his mother, but not his dad, because he wasn't allowed over there. The second time was when he was fourteen, and by then he'd been even more "camp" so his grandparents had refused to be seen with him again until he "manned up," safe to say that never happened.
Burt got up from his chair, going over to the coffee pot to get some more. "About Blaine being here for Thanksgiving, that sounds alright to me, maybe after you and Carol shop on Friday?"
Kurt thought about it, he usually wasn't that tired from shopping, so maybe dinner could work. "That could work; we'll talk about it though, because I'm just guessing about him being here for Thanksgiving."
Burt nodded. "Okay, you have to do any work today?"
"Yeah, a little, I've got most of it done on the plane though, and I can probably do a good amount today." Kurt frowned, thinking about work, made him look at the time. "Are you not going into work today?"
Burt sat back down in his chair. "Yeah, just taking a short day, I'll go in for about four or so hours, I'm hardly ever needed there anyway."
Kurt smiled, it was nice to see his dad relaxing, and being able to take days off like that without coaxing. "Good, did you make any reservations for tonight?"
Burt was just about to answer when Carol walked into the kitchen. "Good morning boys!" She was smiling cheerily, and walked over to both of them giving each a kiss on the cheek. "So glad you're here Kurt, I've missed you!"
Kurt smiled at her. "I've missed you too Carol, it's good to be home too."
Carol smiled at him and turned to go and make herself some coffee.
"Oh and happy birthday!" Kurt said to her back.
She turned around and smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, Burt won't tell me what we're doing tonight, but I'm hoping it's relaxing, I've got to work today."
"On your birthday?" Kurt asked, frowning slightly.
"Yes on my birthday, you work on yours, what's the difference?"
Kurt chuckled. "I suppose that's true, just never really think about it."
Carol walked over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs, in-between Burt and Kurt. "See? What have you boys been talking about?"
Burt looked over at Kurt and smirked. "Kurt here was just telling me about his new boyfriend."
"Ohh! You have a boyfriend Kurt? Why haven't you said anything?" Carol turned to him, clearly upset about having not been informed sooner.
Kurt rolled his eyes at his dad, but turned to Carol. "Yes I do, but I hadn't said anything, because it's still really early, we've only met two weeks ago."
Carol pouted a little, but then smiled. "Well still, any juicy gossip? What does he do for work? How tall is he? Hair color? Eye color?"
Kurt grinned, actually wanting to talk about Blaine, because of course he wanted to always talk about Blaine. "Well, he's perfect actually. He works for the FBI, and he's a little shorter than me, about four inches I think, brown curly hair, and hazel eyes, though sometimes I think they're really gold. Oh and he's-"
Burt interrupted them then. "Alright, well I'm going into to work now, let you two gossip." He got up from the table and put his cup in the sink.
Kurt rolled his eyes at his dad, but smiled indulgently. Carol barely gave Burt a glance. "Go on Kurt, he sounds like a real catch."
Kurt grinned, and continued talking about Blaine until Carol had to go into work. After she left he put away his coffee mug, rinsing it off in the sink and sitting it in the dishwasher, along with a few other dishes.
It was still pretty early, just about nine in the morning, he went up to his room and decided to send a text to Blaine. Good morning xxx –Kurt
He put his phone down and pulled his suitcase out, going through it to take out all of his work papers; he'd do that while everyone else was at work, he'd get more done that way. He spent thirty minutes working before he received a text.
Morning! I wasn't sure if I'd hear from you, since you're with your family. –Blaine
I don't think I could actually stop myself from texting you Blaine, but they are all at work now. –Kurt
Okay and I would be the same, well I am the same. I was going to text you before work but I didn't want to interrupt anything. –Blaine
Kurt laughed; Blaine was so gracious, always thinking of others, it was adorable. You could never interrupt me, well you can, but like I wouldn't care at all. –Kurt
I'm glad :) and feel the same. –Blaine
Kurt was about to reply when he received another text, this one from his dad though. Hey buddy, just letting you know I made a reservation at casa lu al. It's Italian. –Dad.
Kurt didn't recognize the name, maybe it was a new place. Where's that? –Kurt
It's on the north end of town, kind of fancy, but not too much. Thought it'd be a nice change from breadstix. –Dad
Anything would be better than there, so I'm sure Carol will appreciate it. Thanks for letting me know, what time? –Kurt
Made it early so be ready at 6. –Dad
Ok –Kurt
Kurt closed the conversation with his dad, and reopened Blaine's; there was another text from him. Can we talk tonight? Maybe after your dinner? I don't want to intrude, but I miss you. –Blaine
Kurt smiled softly at his phone, wishing nothing more than that he could be with Blaine and just hug him tightly until he told him to stop. Of course! My dad actually just told me that we'd be eating around 6:30 or 7, so I'm thinking I'll be done around ten. –Kurt
Kurt didn't get an immediate reply, nor did he get one after five minutes, so sighing he went back to work. Eventually, after an hour or so of diligently working, Kurt got hungry, so he put down his work and went downstairs. It was sometimes a little weird going through the kitchen now that he didn't live here. Like when they moved stuff, and Kurt had to look for it, it reminded him that he wasn't a kid anymore. It was almost depressing, getting older, but then again he had his own life, one that involved Blaine, so it wasn't really bad after all.
Kurt made himself a salad and brought it up to his room, along with a diet coke. He sat the drink and salad on his night stand and got back on the bed, then picked the salad up to eat. He looked through his laptop while eating, going over the photos that he'd received that morning. He already had a plan in mind for the whole layout; he just needed to get it organized. His phone buzzed, so Kurt reached over and picked it up, it was from Blaine.
Great! I hope you enjoy yourself and time with your family. –Blaine
Kurt frowned at the text. What? I mean thank you, but are you not going to text me the rest of the day? –Kurt
Oh! You still want me to text you? –Blaine
Kurt smiled. Of course, I always want to talk to you. –Kurt
Yeah me too. –Blaine
They proceeded to spend the rest of the day texting, and talking on the phone when Blaine had his lunch. Kurt was still able to get a lot of his work done, since he was so good at multi-tasking. His dad got home around two, but had to leave again to pick up his present for Carol. Kurt was intrigued about what it was, but his dad refused to tell him, said he'd ruin it. Which yeah, maybe that was a little true, Kurt tended to get excited about presents, especially if he thought the person receiving it would really like it.
Carol got home a little after four, and upon founding out where they were going for dinner proceeded to curse Burt for not giving her enough time to prepare. She asked Kurt to help her pick out a dress while she showered, which of course Kurt would be glad to. Kurt had already picked his outfit out, though he had limited choices, but he always brought something nice enough for a night out, even if there weren't plans for it.
So Kurt was now in Carol's closet going through her clothes, she had a much better fashion sense now than when he'd been in high school. She even had some designer items, courtesy of Kurt mostly, but some of them where her own choices. Kurt was proud. Looking through the clothes he frowned in concentration. He didn't really like that he didn't know how fancy the restaurant actually was, it made it harder to pick something.
Kurt eventually picked out a couple of dresses, a pant suit, which he immediately put back, then a few shirts and skirts. Kurt mixed and matched different ones, going back to the closet more than once and pulling out another shirt or skirt, and then another dress that he saw. By the time Carol had finished her shower, and walked into the bedroom with a robe on, Kurt had a pile of different outfits on her bed.
"Wow Kurt, having trouble deciding?" She asked laughing lightly.
Kurt smiled softly at her. "No, well no more than usual. I just had a bunch of pieces to work with, I've narrowed it down to four different outfits, and I have accessories too."
Carol grinned at him, looking down at the choices; she nudged him with her elbow lightly. "What you think, sexy or sheik?"
Kurt laughed. "Well I had considered that, Dad did give me a small hint that the place was nice, but his version of nice and mine, well they are almost completely different."
Carol laughed. "You're telling me. But it's a fairly nice place, not what I'd call New York nice, but better than most places here. I like that black dress."
She picked it up from the bed, it was a fitted black dress, which stopped just about the ankle, and Kurt had pared it with a wide white belt. There was also a cover up he found for her shoulders that would go with it nicely.
"Yeah, I like that too, I just wasn't sure what style you wanted to go with."
Carol turned to him and hugged him. "Honey, you know I'm not really picky and you always pick something lovely."
Kurt hugged her back. "Thank you, did dad mention anything about gifts, because I want to give you yours, but I wasn't sure what he had planned."
Carol shook her head. "Not a word, he's in the living room though, if you want to ask."
"Okay, I think I'll just wait till after I'm ready to ask, I'll leave you to get dressed now."
Carol nodded, watching him leave the room. "Thanks again honey."
"You're welcome, it's really no problem." He said turning back around as he left the room. He went to his own room to get his clothes and went to take a shower and get ready.
…..
Kurt walked into the living room after having finished getting ready to find both Carol and his dad sitting on the couch. "Sorry, didn't realize I took so long."
They both turned to him and smiled, Burt spoke. "Don't we're used to it."
Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled at his dad, because it was true.
"So presents?" Kurt asked giddy, he couldn't wait to see Carol's reaction to the gifts.
Burt and Carol smiled indulgently. "You do realize its Carol's birthday, not yours?"
Kurt pouted. "I know; I just like giving gifts. So?" he raised his eyebrow expectantly.
Burt looked at Carol silently asking what she wanted to do. "We can do it now if you'd like or wait till we are at the restaurant. We have a little time I think?" Carol said, but asked Burt.
He looked at his watch. "Actually we do need to go in about five minutes, so unless you want it to go by really fast, I'd wait."
Kurt frowned, but then shrugged, he'd be patient. "Okay, well might be best to wait until afterwards then, because it might get in the way at the restaurant."
Both of them nodded and got off the couch. The three of them left for the restaurant.
They spent the evening talking about Kurt's job, his plans on possibly creating his own line, his relationship with Blaine, and also how Santana was. They spoke about Carol's job, and then Burt's, then both of their new golfing hobbies. Which Kurt got excited about because he was just talking about that to Blaine and he told them about it.
Kurt actually got stuck talking about Blaine, all through dessert, he didn't shut up about him. Though Carol and Burt were indulgent, both just happy that Kurt had found someone that he was this excited about. Eventually they were all finished and headed home. As soon as he was through the door, Kurt instructed Carol to sit on the couch and not leave. She followed his directions with a smile.
He went up to his room and removed the gift from his suitcase, he was so excited about her reaction, he had faith she'd love it. He walked downstairs with it, and into the living room, his dad was sitting in there too holding Carol's gift from him. Kurt sat down in the reclining chair, surprised that his dad hadn't sat there, but maybe he wanted to be closer to Carol.
"Did you want to go first Dad?" Kurt asked, his knees were bouncing in excitement.
Burt smiled at him, looking pointedly at the gift shaking in Kurt's lap. "I don't think you are capable of waiting buddy. Go ahead."
Kurt grinned and thrust his gift at Carol; she took it with a grin at him. "Oh Kurt this looks lovely, as all your presents are, I miss having you here for Christmas wrapping."
Kurt smiled sweetly at her. "I miss it too; maybe I could come earlier this year." He suggested.
Both parents turned and looked shocked at his words.
"What?"
Burt cleared his throat. "Kurt, now don't take this the wrong way, but you always wait till the last minute to come home for Christmas. Of course you make up for it on the other holidays, but not Christmas."
Kurt's face fell; he hadn't realized he'd been doing that, well not consciously at least. "Oh, I hadn't realized."
Carol smiled at him. "Its fine honey, really we don't mind, and we completely understand. I'm sure part of it is it's a prime time for fashion, but I, well I don't want to bring the mood down." She said, looking between the two of them.
Burt patted her shoulder, Kurt was frowning, he felt like he was missing something big here, but he couldn't imagine what. "What do you mean?"
Carol frowned, but not at him, just at the mood in the room. "Well because it was always Finn's favorite time of year."
"Oh." Kurt now felt, well kind of gutted, and because that was so very true and it actually hurt that he didn't think about it. But maybe he had, because he always, always buried himself in work during Christmas time. "I hadn't really thought about it, but it makes sense in a really horrible sad way." He said, his voice going scratchy just thinking about Finn.
"Oh honey." Carol got up and kneeled down in front of Kurt, hugging him tightly. He held onto her, enjoying the warmth and smell from her perfume. He was crying, like actually crying, he didn't think about Finn often, but when he did it was never pleasant. It hurt a lot, because it was so abrupt and just Kurt hadn't been ready, of course whoever was?
They sat and held each other for five minutes or so, and then Carol pulled back, wiping the tears from Kurt's eyes, then hers. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." She said softly to Kurt.
Kurt stared, thinking she had to be crazy for even thinking that. "No! You can always say something; don't ever not talk about him, because of me. He was your son, and you deserve to talk about him whenever and however often you want." Kurt said vehemently.
Carol's smile was watery, but vibrant. "Thank you Kurt, I just never know if it's too much, I don't want to bring up bad thoughts."
Kurt sighed. "It's not bad, it's just painful, I'll come home early this year, I promise."
Kurt looked over at his dad, who had red eyes, but was smiling at them. "I'm glad, we miss you."
Kurt smiled, and turned to look at Carol, who had stood up and moved back over to sit on the couch. "I miss you both too, quite a bit."
They all were quiet for a moment, just letting the thoughts of Finn gather, and then loosen, each missing him in their own ways. It had been rough on all of them, in different ways, but it'd been years now, so it was easier to talk about, but they didn't talk about him as much as they should. And maybe that was Kurt's fault, because he found it so hard to talk about him, he was worried about making Carol upset, but it was also just plain hard for him. He'd make that change now though.
"And I'll talk about Finn more; I think I should, because sometimes it still feels like it just happened, even though it's been years. You can't really ignore that, not like I have been."
Carol smiled at him and spoke. "You can call me anytime you need to talk about him, and if you want I can call you? If it's hard for you to bring up?"
Kurt smiled kindly and nodded. "Might need to, let's see if I don't call by mid-October, then you'll give me a call?"
Carol nodded. "Okay. So maybe present time now that I've brought the mood down." She said with a laugh.
They all laughed a little, and Kurt motioned to Carol to open it. She didn't try and protect the wrapping, though Kurt didn't mind at all, so it was opened quickly. She pulled out the purse with a gasp of surprise. "Oh Kurt, this is simply gorgeous."
Kurt smiled hugely, happy she liked it. "There's more, look inside."
Carol looked side-ways at him, as if she was exasperated with him getting more than the purse, she probably was, Kurt thought. The first thing she found was the charm bracelet, which she showed Burt, saying "Isn't this just adorable?"
Burt nodded at her indulgently.
Next she found the perfume, when she spritzed onto her wrist and smelled. "Oh this is wonderful, smell Burt." She put her arm under his nose, and he sniffed. Then came the picture frame, she caressed it for a moment then handed it to Burt. Next she found the iPhone case, and along with the gift card that Kurt had made. "Kurt, this is too much! Did you make this yourself? And the case, it's cute too!"
Kurt nodded. "Yes, Blaine and I made it actually. The spa didn't really have a physical card, so we made one for you."
"That's so sweet of you! You'll have to thank Blaine for the help for me and of course when we meet him I will too."
The only other thing left was the gift card for Godiva, which she was just as happy about as the rest. "Oh you do spoil me Kurt! This is all just so lovely." She set everything in Burt's lap or hands, which he struggled with a little, and went over to Kurt and hugged him tightly.
Kurt squeezed her back and whispered into her ear. "You deserve it all Carol, really."
Burt was watching them with a fond smile. "Bud, I think you might be trying to show me up."
Kurt laughed, and Carol pulled back to look at Burt. "Oh hush you, just having you here with me is enough."
She went back over to sit next to Burt giving him a short kiss on the mouth, Kurt watched them smiling softly. "So what did you get her dad?"
Burt turned to give Kurt a look for a moment, and then picked up a bag from the coffee table, it was relatively small. So Kurt was thinking jewelry. When Carol opened it, she gasped and caressed whatever it was softly, her eyes tearing up and she looked at Burt. "Oh honey, this is just gorgeous!"
Burt smiled. "Like Kurt said, you deserve it."
Kurt watched them for a moment, but then got impatient; he wanted to know what it was. "Well! What is it?"
Carol laughed and handed him the small box. Kurt took the box and looked down, it was a necklace. The pedant was silver oval shape with a sapphire jewel in the center with diamonds on the top and bottom. Dad did a great job picking this one out. Kurt handed it back to Carol. "It's beautiful!"
"Oh now I wish we had opened it before dinner than I could have worn it." Carol said with a laugh.
Burt smiled at her. "We'll just have to go out again."
"Oh we have that cocktail party that Joanna from work invited us too, I could wear it then."
Kurt giggled; his parents had turned into social butterflies. "You go to cocktail parties now dad?"
Burt scowled at him. "Oh hush you! It makes Carol happy."
"Dad that's so sweet." Kurt smiled fondly. "If you guys don't mind, I'm going to bed now?"
They shook their heads, so Kurt stood up and started out the room, his dad's voice stopped him. "Though we all know that's just an excuse to call Blaine."
Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Hush, I'm an adult, I can talk to my boyfriend whenever I please."
Burt laughed loudly; Kurt left the living room to the sound of it, enjoying it even if it was at his expense. He was right though, Kurt planned on calling Blaine, and it was already almost ten, which surprised Kurt. They had spent more time at the restaurant than Kurt had thought, but they did get caught up talking sometimes.
Once in his room Kurt changed, he hadn't heard from Blaine since before dinner, but he knew he wasn't going to, because Blaine was too nice to interrupt anything. Even if Kurt had told him it was okay, to Blaine it wasn't. After he was undressed Kurt picked up the clothes and put them in the suitcase, he'd have to get those dry-cleaned. He sat down on his bed and picked up his phone, looking at the notification bar just in case Blaine had sent him a message. He had a few emails from work, probably Isabelle checking in; he'd answer those in the morning. There was a message from Santana wishing Carol a happy birthday, he'd tell her tomorrow. He replied quickly to Santana letting her know he had gotten the text. Then he dialed Blaine's phone, finally.
It went to voicemail, which surprised Kurt, because it almost never did, he'd wait five minutes and then call again. The minutes seemed to drag by, though Kurt tried to spend them by playing a game on his phone, but finally it was time. It went to voicemail again, now that was really weird, maybe he had already fallen asleep. Kurt frowned but got up from the bed and went to brush his teeth, and then he'd call Blaine again.
When he was finished with that, he called one more time, and finally Blaine answered, but he was breathless. "Hi, Kurt, sorry I missed your calls, I was um busy."
Kurt grinned thinking about what Blaine could have possibly been doing that made him that breathless. "Oh really, and what were you doing?" He asked, voice rough.
"Um, I." Blaine stopped, and Kurt heard a yell, then Blaine started breathing heavily. "Can I call you back?"
Kurt sat up, Blaine's voice was off, and that scared Kurt beyond reason. "What? Why?"
"Just give me two minutes." And he hung up. Kurt stared at his phone blankly, now terrified of what could be happening, because Blaine never hung up on him and had promised he'd call first. Unless, they had come to his apartment, but it'd sounded like Blaine had been running or something. Really, Kurt couldn't handle this, it was too much anxiety. Had it not been two minutes yet? Kurt looked at his phone, it'd been a minute, Kurt groaned. His phone rang; Kurt jumped and answered it quickly. "Blaine!"
"Hey, good dinner?" Blaine asked innocently.
"Blaine-I-don't-know-your-middle-name-Anderson this isn't the time! What the fuck is going on?" Kurt almost yelled, then remembered he was at his dad's and lowered his voice.
"It's Devon, but um well you see, I wasn't doing anything, I swear. Nick did. And I didn't have time to text you, we were running away just when you called, well before too, but mostly then."
Kurt took a deep breath, some-what calmed because at least Blaine hadn't lied, or they hadn't found his apartment. He also filed Blaine's middle name in the back of his mind. "Okay, but what did Nick do?"
"You know how I told you about the cameras?"
"Yes."
"Well Nick went to pick them up, and he got them okay, in the car and everything, but he had dropped his phone so he went back. Some guys were there though, but he said it was completely different people than the ones we are going after, he was sure he wasn't recognized."
"Blaine! I don't even know what to say, are you sure you should do this? What if it was them and now they know, or at least know Nick is in town."
"It's not though, Nick's positive about that, it was actually just some gang, so not really that big of a deal."
Kurt took a breath again, he was going to develop some kind of illness from all this worrying about Blaine, he was sure of it. "I really don't see how that's better at all actually, in fact how is that better, can you explain that to me?"
Blaine sighed. "Okay so it's not better per-se, it's just not worse, at least the plan is still good and Nick didn't lose anything."
"Where you hurt? And him too I guess?" Kurt added on the last, he probably should care more about Nick, but he was focused on Blaine.
"Not really, I ran into a wall, and Nick has a black eye, but nothing serious."
"You ran into a wall?" Kurt asked dead-panned.
"Well, it's Nick's fault really, he yelled at me so I turned around and hadn't stopped running in time. I'm fine though, barely even a bruise."
"Send me a pic." Kurt demanded.
"Is this really the time? I mean I will, but I'm not sure I can even get hard right now." Blain whispered.
Kurt laughed. "Oh god Blaine, really? I meant of the bruise."
"Oh, right of course, just a second." Blaine said his tone sheepish.
Kurt stayed silent while he waited for the picture to send. It came through a few seconds later, Kurt opened it, and he sighed in relief when he saw it wasn't as bad as he thought. Of course he imagined the worst possible thing, but he couldn't help it. The picture was of Blaine's shoulder, the bruise was located just on edge of his shoulder and towards the back. He could see most of the bruise and it was about the size of a golf ball, and just barely purple. "Is it sore?"
"A little, but really it's not that bad."
Kurt sighed. "Okay fine. But you didn't explain how you even got there?"
"Oh right, well Nick had already gotten his phone before the gang had approached him. He was able to keep them distracted enough and call my phone."
Kurt frowned, not understanding how Blaine just knew what to do. "But how did you know?"
"I didn't for sure, but like I was waiting to see if anything happened. Really it did take a while for me to even get there, and I'm surprised that he's not worse off. Though he's just left to take a shower, so maybe his body looks worse, he didn't say though."
"Okay, Blaine, you've really got to stop doing this to me." Kurt said, well almost demanded.
"I promise after this weekend, you'll have no more worries coming from me."
"Good." Kurt paused, it was only Friday. "Blaine, what do you mean after this weekend?" He hissed out, not liking where this was going at all.
"Sorry, but we still have to get the hard-drive, and while I won't be put directly in danger, won't even be near the building. I'm not completely sure you won't still worry about me. Even though I don't think you really need to."
Kurt sighed, bringing his hand to run through his hair, he was going to get grey-hairs from dating Blaine, he just knew it. "Blaine."
"I can send you a dick pic?" Blaine suggested.
Kurt grinned. "Blaine, are you trying to appease me with sexual favors?"
"Would it work?"
Kurt laughed. "There's a possibility. Though if I recall, you said earlier you wouldn't be able to get it up."
Blaine sucked a breath in. "Well, I'm sure you could help with that."
Kurt smirked to himself, he would love to help, but Blaine wasn't going to distract him. There were more important things, and wow that felt weird to say, but really there were. "Blaine you can't distract me with your dick, I won't let you."
Blaine was silent.
"And stop pouting." Kurt said.
"How did you know that?"
"Because I know you, but listen. If you go anywhere or plan to do anything, and I mean anything at all, please call me or at least text me. I can't not know that things are happening to you or with you."
"Okay, and I will, I would have I swear, but like I hadn't known who it was with Nick tonight, and I didn't want him to die so I couldn't take a second to text you."
"I get that, I do, but like call when you're driving, put me on speaker and leave a voicemail, just something, okay?"
"Yeah okay, whatever you need." Blaine said.
Kurt sighed in relief. "Great. Okay, now you can send me that dick pic."
Blaine laughed, but then turned serious. "Really? Because I can if you want."
Kurt giggled. "I'm kidding; I'm not really in the mood for phone sex right now. I can tell you about dinner though, if you want?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay, well we pretty much talked about everything….."