Chapter 5
Blaine kept forgetting the car and often had to think fast on his feet. Especially since he couldn't use the excuse of it being in the shop where Burt was a mechanic.
An invitation to Friday night family dinners had become a regular thing, and he and Kurt were spending many evenings together, filled with passionate, steamy makeout sessions, although, perhaps regretfully, fully clothed.
Everything between him and Blaine was wonderful, but now he wanted more, the chance to pull back the rest of the layers and let Blaine in to know him completely.
He needed to talk out his feelings with someone he trusted, so Kurt FaceTimed Mercedes, his face a full on blush as he spoke. "He's really cute, Mercedes. Being with him and the way he kisses me drives me wild. I think I - I want to go all the way. I want Blaine to be my first."
Mercedes giggled. "Wow, that's big, boo. Are you sure you're ready? Not that I have any experience to offer advice, sadly."
"I'll admit, I still have a few reservations. But, god, Mercedes," he said, running a hand through his hair and collapsing onto his back in his bed, "he makes me crazy, his kisses are scorching hot, and I can't keep my hands to myself - and I don't want to."
"He's not pressuring you, is he?"
"God no, he's a sweetheart. I'm his first boyfriend too, so he wants it to be special when we do." Kurt felt heat rise in his face again.
Mercedes grinned knowingly. "I can't wait to meet him next time I visit."
Kurt suddenly remembered the reason he had initially called Mercedes before they got swept up in conversation about Blaine. "Oh! Here are the latest designs I've worked up for you on dropbox. I'm hoping some will work when you start touring," he gushed.
They spent the next hour going over Kurt's sketches, deciding which would work for what, and Kurt took notes so he could make the outfits.
Mercedes was very excited about her music and Kurt's hard work, and their call went on much later than usual that night.
The next night, Blaine and Kurt were on a sort of double date with Burt and Carole, trying out a new restaurant in town. As they were walking across the parking lot, it began to pour. Blaine snapped his fingers, and an umbrella suddenly popped open over Kurt and Carole.
Burt and Kurt looked at each other in surprise. "Wow, I didn't see you carrying an umbrella," Burt said casually, although he wore a dubious expression.
"Oh, I try to always be prepared," Blaine muttered, looking down and cursing himself for not thinking.
Kurt didn't know what to say. He was sure he hadn't seen Blaine carrying an umbrella, but what other explanation could there be? Umbrellas don't just appear out of thin air.
After being seated inside the restaurant, the waitress disappeared for a long time without bringing their drinks. They saw her at the other end of the restaurant but couldn't get her attention. Finally frustrated, Blaine snapped his fingers and used his magic to make her walk by them, transporting her from the other end of the restaurant. She was very flustered, but she apologized and finally went to get their drinks.
Kurt had not seen her walking their way and was really puzzled how he'd missed her.
So far, the restaurant was a huge disappointment. They were trying to make the best of it, but their food hadn't shown up after an hour and neither had their waitress after finally bringing their drinks. Everyone was becoming cranky.
Blaine wasn't sure what to do. He could make food appear, but it would be impossible to explain.
"Let's get out of here," Burt said, his temper barely in check.
"Dad, stay calm. Remember your heart," Kurt squeaked out.
They all got up and headed to the entrance to leave. Suddenly, their waitress appeared and started haranguing them about dining and dashing.
Burt lost it. "You gotta be kidding me! We had to hound you for our drinks, and we've been here over an hour without any food! I run a business myself, and this is not how you provide customer service. You haven't even provided us service! I want to see a manager right now!" he insisted, pounding on the front podium.
The waitress suddenly realized she'd picked the wrong way to handle them. "The manager didn't show up tonight," she said.
"If you can't manage to wait on the customers, I imagine I'd be embarrassed to show up too!"
She started to point her finger at Burt, and Blaine snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Burt had a pie with whipped cream in his hand, and he smashed it into the waitress' face.
Everyone froze in shock. Blaine snapped his fingers, and then everything froze in place.
He studied the scene, snapped his fingers, and positioned Burt, Kurt, and Carole closer to the door. Then he positioned himself between them and the waitress and picked up a pitcher of ice water.
As he snapped his fingers again, the waitress tried to lunge for where Burt had been. Blaine threw the pitcher of water in her face and then turned and ushered everyone out the door. The few patrons the waitress had actually waited on were sitting there stupefied at what they'd witnessed.
Blaine hurried everyone to the car, and, a few minutes later, they were all sitting at their favorite pizza place with drinks and an appetizer in front of them.
As they all dug in, Kurt looked at his dad at the same time as Burt looked at him. Then they both burst out laughing at the absurd chain of events.
"I don't know where I grabbed that pie from, but it sure made me feel better!" Burt managed through his laughter. Everyone was laughing so hard. "I was worried about you there, but the waitress seemed to stumble, and then Blaine cooled her off." Burt turned to Blaine. "If I haven't said this before, welcome to the family, son." He clapped him on the shoulder.
Blaine blushed and smiled shyly.
Despite still being utterly confused, Kurt was still laughing. He could have sworn he had been standing in front of Blaine before the waitress got soaked. None of what happened made any sense, but he had to laugh it off so he didn't drive himself mad trying to figure it out.
One afternoon, Blaine stopped by with coffee for Kurt. Kurt had wanted to ask Blaine something, so he was glad to take a break from the piece he was working on to talk.
"Blaine, I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me out…" Kurt began hesitantly.
"Out of all those bothersome layers?" Blaine teased, waggling his eyebrows.
"Oh stop," Kurt said, giving Blaine a playful swat and biting his lip. "We've talked about that before, and you know that, when we're both ready, I'm open to going further."
Blaine stood there mouth agape for a minute, becoming visibly flush as his imagination ran rampant.
Kurt giggled and playfully placed a fingertip at Blaine's chin, pushing up to close his mouth before continuing on.
"Actually, I need a model to design an outfit for my class. I was hoping I could make something for you. It would entail stripping down to nothing but your briefs." Kurt blushed, averting his gaze.
"You had me at helping you out." Blaine laughed, trying to hide how turned on he was.
Kurt ended up making a beautiful burgundy suit for Blaine, and the process was unforgettable.
He was taking measurements on his knees, eye-level with Blaine's crotch, which was concealed by only a thin layer of fabric. Kurt looked up with a question in his eyes, his heart racing when Blaine answered it with a small nod. Hesitantly, he reached out, running his hand up Blaine's thigh, his fingers disappearing beneath the fabric and gently grazing Blaine's balls.
"Kurt." Blaine moaned. "You're gonna be the death of me."
Growing even bolder, Kurt leaned in and cupped his balls as he placed a kiss to the growing bulge he'd been responsible for.
Suddenly, they were on the bed, kissing, hands everywhere, ravenous for each other. It became too intense too quickly, and they had to cool down, both excited and wanting, but not quite ready to go all the way.
Much to Blaine's disappointment and with much restraint, Kurt pulled away, knowing he needed to work on the suit.
After a few days, it was ready to wear. Although it was a little more formal than he usually dressed. Blaine wore it to work the next day.
The kids had a pretty good day. Blaine had been having little successes, getting everyone to work together and be kinder overall.
At the end of the day, the kids' parents began to appear. Several of them asked Blaine about his new suit, complimenting him on it and how it showed off his assets.
"My boyfriend is a designer," he gushed. "This is an original Hummel."
The women began asking if he had a business card for Mr. Hummel. Blaine snapped his fingers, and his hand was filled with business cards only briefly before they were all snatched away. Blaine smirked.
Kurt couldn't understand where all the requests were suddenly coming from, but he was really excited. A bunch of people liked his designs! All too quickly, he was swamped with work.
Because Kurt had been too busy lately for them to hang out, Blaine decided to show up with coffee after work one day.
"Blaine! Oh, this is so needed. Thank you!"
Blaine looked around at partially finished work strewn about the place, on a dressmaker's dummy, draped over tables, and even covering countertops.
"What's going on here?"
"Oh my gosh. I can't imagine what happened, but I suddenly have a bunch of customers asking for original work. It's like they just materialized. I haven't been able to keep up."
Blaine laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I gave out some business cards to the parents of my students. They were all asking after seeing the suit you made me."
"Business cards? But I don't have any."
"You do now." Blaine snapped his fingers and showed Kurt the cards he'd given out.
Kurt exclaimed happily and threw his arms around Blaine to thank him.
"How did I meet someone as great as you?"
"I ask myself that same question, about you." Blaine smiled.
"I can't believe these are all parents. They are kind of strange though."
"What do you mean?"
"When I tell them I'm ready for fittings, it's like they're already in the neighborhood waiting. I turned around one time and almost knocked the woman over." Kurt shook his head.
Blaine gasped. "Oh. I'm sure that was just a coincidence." He wasn't sure what to say to distract Kurt from that train of thought.
Kurt loved that Blaine and his family were so close. He fit right in like a piece they didn't even know was missing until he was there. However, any time Blaine's family came up he immediately brushed things off or was purposely vague. After a few months of dating, he began to wonder if there was something about him Blaine was ashamed about. Why did he not want Kurt to meet them?
"Oh boo, it sounds like they aren't very close," Mercedes said, during one of their chats.
"I guess, but don't you think it's odd?" Kurt said worriedly.
"Hon, not everyone is a perfect family. Your dad loves you so much, but not all parents are like that. Plus, you've been lucky to add someone as amazing as Carole to your family. Lots and lots of people don't get along with step families."
Kurt sighed. "I guess you're right. I have been really lucky." He smiled.
"If it's bothering you this much, you just need to talk to Blaine about it. Your imagination is probably ten times worse than the reality of things. Even if they hate you, they aren't Blaine, and he seems very into you," Mercedes teased.
"You're right. I guess I've just been afraid of the possibilities. Thank you for always listening and being so smart."
"It's my gift." Mercedes laughed as they disconnected.
"Blaine, we've been dating for a while now, and I was wondering…"
"Yes? What's up?" Blaine asked.
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"What!? How could you think that?"
"Well, you've spent a bunch of time with my family, but I still haven't met yours."
"My dad is a huge snob, who thinks I should be with royalty, and my mom? To be honest, I'm not even sure where she is currently. Your family has made me feel like they're mine too."
"You are part of the Hummel family now. Nothing is going to change that," Kurt said, wrapping Blaine in his arms.
Blaine thought more about what Kurt had said and figured he had to at least invite Kurt over to see his home. Hopefully, they'd miss meeting his father, but still he would eventually need to.
A few nights later, he gave Kurt his address and invited him over to hang out after work.
Kurt pulled up to the home, which, really, looked more like a mansion. When he got out of the car, he almost ran into a girl—well, a woman.
"Can I help you?" Kurt asked.
"Are you actually going inside!?" she asked excitedly.
"Uh, yes? I've been invited," Kurt said, puzzled.
"I'm Santana, their neighbor, over there on the left."
"Ok, nice to meet you?"
She thrust out her hand. "Give me your phone!"
"What? Why?"
With an impatient groan, Santana snatched it out of Kurt's hands and typed in her name and number.
"Text or call me later—if you survive." She shoved the phone back into his hands and ran off.
Kurt stared after her, bewildered.
Finally, he approached the front door and rang the bell.
Blaine opened the door with a huge smile on his face and reached out to pull Kurt in for a greeting kiss.
"Welcome to my parents' home," he said, leading Kurt inside.
Once Kurt was over the strange meeting with Santana, he said, "You didn't tell me you live in a mansion, Blaine."
"Does it matter how much money my parents have?"
"No, I guess not. I've been falling for you on your own, not imagining you were wealthy." Kurt blushed.
"Aha! So you are falling for me," Blaine said with a smirk.
Kurt raised an incredulous eyebrow. "What? It's not obvious how much I'm into you?"
Blaine laughed. "Well, maybe, but it's always nice to get confirmation."
Kurt swatted him playfully, and they set off on a tour of the house. An hour later, they had finally finished and stopped back in front of Blaine's room.
"I think I need to sit down after all of that walking," Kurt sighed.
Blaine ushered him into his room and closed the door behind them. He offered Kurt his desk chair, and he sat on the bed.
Inkspot ruffled his feathers, and Kurt's attention was immediately drawn to him.
"What a beautiful bird!" Kurt got up to get a closer look.
"Don't compliment him too much, he'll get a big head," Blaine said.
Inkspot ruffled his feathers and made a choking sort of noise.
"Is he okay?" Kurt asked, reaching out to gently run his finger down his glossy feathers, rubbing under his chin.
"Oh he's fine. He's a sweet guy," Blaine said with a smile. "His name is Inkspot."
"Hi, Inkspot, I'm Kurt."
Inkspot looked directly at Kurt, and when he winked, Kurt stumbled back in shock. "Did he just wink at me?!"
Blaine laughed. "You probably imagined that."
Mentally, he told Inkspot to stop teasing.
"I've had him since I was a little boy," Blaine said. "I also have a cat who tends to wander."
"I've had a cat interested in me for a while now. I guess we've sort of adopted him into our family now."
"That's really nice. Pets are like part of the family really. Especially when your parents aren't around much," Blaine said, sounding a little melancholy.
Kurt came over and gave Blaine a hug. "You are part of my family now. Dad and Carole love spending time with you."
Blaine blushed and smiled. "I love spending time with them, especially this guy that hangs around them a lot, who's got the most amazing blue eyes and a beautiful smile."
Kurt blushed furiously and looked at Blaine with eyes full of hearts.
They spent another hour making out on the bed before the noises their stomachs were making caused them to head out for a quick bite.
As they were walking downstairs, Blaine's father appeared at the landing.
Shit, Blaine thought.
"Father, this is my boyfriend, Kurt," Blaine said hesitantly.
Blaine's father looked at both of them, giving Kurt the side eye. "I don't remember giving you permission to have…something…someone over."
"Father! Don't be rude to someone I care about."
"Fine, hello, peasant." Blaine's father turned and walked away from them.
"Wow. I was lost for words there," Kurt said sadly, stunned.
"I'm so sorry, beautiful. I told you he's difficult. Please don't hold him against me," Blaine said, terrified that he had lost Kurt because of his father.
"It's not your fault, B," Kurt said, grabbing his hand to pull him out of the house.
Kurt messaged Santana the next day. "I survived the mansion and met the father, who is very unpleasant."
She wrote back almost immediately, asking tons of questions.
Kurt didn't know why, but he ended up asking her to meet him for coffee to chat. Something about her just drew him in.
"Thank you for meeting!" Santana gushed.
"I'm not really sure why I agreed, but you had so many questions and piqued my curiosity" Kurt said, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup.
"I've lived by the Andersons for years now, and I can never figure out what is going on there. People appear and disappear as if by magic. I swear I saw what looked like a dragon one day."
Kurt thought, oh no. Is this chick crazy?
"Uh, the most unusual thing I saw there was a big black bird. Sorry to disappoint you."
"But you got to meet and hang out with Blaine! Did you see any magic or anything you just couldn't explain?"
Kurt thought back to the time he'd spent with Blaine. "No Magic isn't real, and Blaine is just a sweet guy."
"All I'm asking is for you to keep an eye out. Let me know if you see anything. I feel like I've been borderline loco for years now after seeing, or not quite seeing, all these crazy things."
Shortly after, Santana left, but everything she said made Kurt think.
Scrap was waiting for Kurt at home that night. Kurt was putting on his pajamas and moisturizing while thinking out loud, "You wouldn't believe the girl I met today. She seems to think Blaine is magic."
Scrap's eyes bulged a little and he hissed.
"Everything okay, Mister?" Kurt asked, looking at Scrap.
"No, that bitch is an annoyance!" Scrap spat.
Kurt's head spun around. He swore the cat had responded to him again. He didn't normally drink often, so he wasn't sure why he kept hallucinating about the cat talking to him. Maybe he was doomed to be one of those people who thought their pet talked to them.
He kept looking back at Scrap until he finally slid under the covers and turned out the lights. His mind searched for anything he couldn't explain about Blaine.
Scrap invaded his dreams that night. "You should stay away from that crazy girl, Santana, she's not healthy to hang around."
Kurt stared at the cat. "Why would I listen to you? How do you even know her?"
"I'm Blaine's cat, Scrap, silly human. Why can't you remember your dreams? It would make things so much easier." Scrap sighed, looking at Kurt zoning out.
Kurt's dream turned into a racy one where he and Blaine were kissing for hours, never seeming to get enough of each other. Suddenly, their shirts were off, and Kurt was running his hands over Blaine's ass, both moaning and groaning until all Kurt saw was white spots and he came sinking into darkness. Kurt woke up the next morning to a dried mess in his pajamas.
"Ugh., I really need to talk to Blaine about furthering our relationship if I'm having wet dreams about him." He had forgotten all about Scrap and the magic stuff again.
