Before We Meet

Chapter 10

Kurt giggled as Blaine caught his bottom lip between his teeth. Their kisses were magnificent now losing the awkward angles. Kurt melted into Blaine, loving the way their bodies fit so perfectly together. Kurt pulled back as Blaine gave one last nip to Kurt's bottom lip.

"Are we going to talk about this morning?" Kurt asked, his eyes uneasy.

"What is there to talk about?" Blaine asked. "I told my manager I choose you over his guidance and he was angry. He has no real hold on what I do, Kurt. I still am my own person."

Kurt flinched at the harsh tone to his voice.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you by bringing it up."

"Like I could ever be mad at you," Blaine smiled, his eyes shifting over to shining, and his finger running down the side of Kurt's face. Kurt felt in the pit of his stomach that there was so much more to talk about, but he let it go for now. He wasn't going to get any progress if Blaine was still upset from this morning.

"I have class at two," Kurt said, trying to change the subject. He started looking around the room to find a clock.

"Which class?" Blaine asked, catching Kurt's eye.

"Color theory. It's easy, but so absolutely necessary. I think everyone should have to take it, just so they can match their own clothes each morning." Kurt waved his hand dismissively.

"Well, I'm assuming you don't want to wear your clothes from yesterday then," Blaine offered. Kurt wrinkled his nose in response.

"No, thank you. I have to shower and stuff too. I can't believe I let you kiss me when I'm so not put together," Kurt said, a mocking horror to his voice. Blaine smiled and squeezed his arms a little tighter.

"Would you like me to give you a ride to class?" Blaine asked, his eyes hopeful.

"No, I need to walk to class. Get in some cardio. But I would love a ride home, if you're offering?" Kurt replied, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the collar on Blaine's shirt.

"Absolutely. It's only about nine thirty, though. Would you like some breakfast before we head out?" Blaine's eyes were practically begging Kurt to stay longer.

"Let's see what we can make," Kurt smiled, getting off of Blaine's lap and offering his hand. Blaine stood up next to him and laced his fingers with Kurt's, tugging him towards the kitchen.

As it turned out, Blaine didn't have much food. He scratched the back of his head nervously, trying to fight down the embarrassment as Kurt was scrutinizing him.

"Not much, I see," Kurt said, poking his head up from the fridge. "Eggs okay?" He lifted up the carton with only a few left.

"Eggs are perfect," Blaine replied, wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle and kissing his shoulder. Kurt smiled to himself and set off to work.

•••

Breakfast went by too quickly for Blaine's liking. Breakfast was also much more delicious than he can remember anything coming from his kitchen ever being. It was just eggs, but they were the best Blaine had ever eaten. He was simultaneously amazed and confused by this.

Before he knew it, Blaine was outside of Kurt's apartment door searching his brain desperately for a way to keep Kurt with him just a little bit longer. The best he could come up with was not releasing him from the tight hug he currently had him in.

"Blaine, I really have to go get ready," Kurt said, trying his best to sound authoritative, yet failing with the giggle that followed shortly after.

Blaine knew he was right, though, and reluctantly let go, his hands trailing down Kurt's arms and grabbing onto his hands as he reached them.

"I'll call you, okay?" Blaine said, his eyes wide, just a hint of sadness peeking through.

"You better," Kurt replied with a smirk.

"Have fun in class," Blaine tried, still attempting to keep Kurt.

"Blaine." Kurt said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Okay, okay. Bye," Blaine finished, leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheek.

Kurt raised a hand to his cheek and blushed.

"Bye," he said, his voice light and airy.

Finally, Blaine turned and left, looking over his shoulder at Kurt down the hall. He would have to see Kurt later, he decided. But for now, Blaine definitely had to pay a visit to his manager.

•••

Two o'clock found Blaine sitting across the kitchen table of Michael Wagner, the very man himself sitting at the other end.

"Blaine, you know I'm just trying to look out for your best interest. The record label could drop you if they find out about this. It's difficult to sell your albums when the teenage girls who buy them know they really don't have a chance with you. We need to keep that fantasy open for them. More money for you, more money for the label, everyone's happy, okay?"

Blaine sighed. He knew Michael was right. He knew the record label would be much less than thrilled with this news, but quite frankly, Blaine was having a hard time putting that over Kurt.

"I get it, okay? I really do, Michael. But, of course, Kurt means more to me than some stupid record deal. I'd be perfectly fine with going back out and doing it on my own."

Michael looked scared. Blaine figured he was expecting that to lure Blaine away from Kurt, yet he shouldn't have been surprised. Kurt was all Blaine was looking for. The reason he was so popular in the first place was because of a song Blaine wrote about Kurt for Pete's sake.

"And when you go on tour next month?" Michael asked, his voice quiet.

Blaine's heart sunk. He would be leaving Kurt for a few months because of this tour. How could he have forgotten? The pained look must have been evident on his face.

"Look, Blaine. I'm really happy for you. I really am. You do what you have to do, I guess." Michael had given up trying to persuade Blaine. He was shoulder deep in this with Kurt, and there was definitely no wiggling him out of it.

"I'll talk to Kurt and see what he wants, okay?" Blaine's voice was small. He couldn't remember what it felt like to not be worried about leaving Kurt for the tour, and it was a terrible feeling that had replaced it. Michael stood up and walked to the door with him.

"Do what you have to do, kid." Michael slapped Blaine's shoulder. "Oh, and Blaine? I like him already."

Blaine grinned and shut the door behind him.

The conversation he needed to have with Kurt really wasn't the over-the-phone kind of deal. Blaine obviously had no choice but to go meet up with Kurt after he was done with class. Right?

Blaine made one quick stop, then was headed for Parson's, prepared to inquiry every person until he found which room Color Theory took place.

•••

As Kurt walked outside of the building he just had class with, he was met with a gargle of squawking girls. They were surrounding someone, but Kurt was really too caught up in getting home and calling Blaine to care. Just as he was walking past, he heard it, making his heart stop.

"Excuse me ladies."

Kurt knew that voice. That was Blaine's voice. If that was Blaine's voice, that meant Blaine was here. Kurt whipped around and was met with the hazel eyes that were smiling as big as the mouth beneath them.

"Blaine," Kurt let out, his voice weak and unbelieving.

"Hello, Kurt," Blaine said, his typical suave shining through. No wonder those girls were gushing. Blaine was so… gushable. "I was hoping we could go grab some coffee?"

Kurt nodded before Blaine even finished the question.

"Great, I'll drive," Blaine said, shooting Kurt a small wink and walking in the direction of his car.

Blaine, ever the gentleman, opened the door for Kurt and hurried around to the other side. He looked at Kurt, his eyes much more anxious than before.

"I got something for you. I didn't know if you would be into this sort of thing or not, but I really just wanted to get you something to show you that I was thinking about you, you know? Because I really appreciate you and who you are and what you—"

"Blaine," Kurt said, his voice calm. He knew it was the only way to get Blaine out of his rambling mode. Calm Kurt meant calm Blaine.

Blaine clamped his mouth shut, realizing what he was doing and reached into the back seat. When he pulled his hand back up, in it was the most beautiful red, long-stemmed rose Kurt had ever seen.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt whispered, taking the flower from Blaine's hand and bringing it up to his nose to inhale softly. "Thank you."

"So that was okay?"

"This is perfect."

Kurt held the rose up and inhaled again, his eyes meeting Blaine's. Quickly, he leaned across the center console and pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek, mirroring Blaine's actions from this morning.

As if on cue, Blaine raised his hand to his cheek just as Kurt had this morning.

Kurt smiled at Blaine as he finally put the car in gear and started driving to the coffee shop. Kurt was more than content to just sit back, let the sent of the flower fill his nose and listen to his soul mate hum along to the radio in perfect harmony.

A/N: Sorry again for the delay. Updates may be coming in a bit slower now that real life has picked up. But do not worry, I am not abandoning this. I still have tons in store for these two. Just remember, for the next chapter or perhaps the chapter after that, this story is rated M for a reason. Thanks for reading and encouraging as always!