July 3, 2013, 5:30 p.m.
To Be Yours
You Trip Me Up: Chapter 12
E - Words: 2,885 - Last Updated: Jul 03, 2013 Story: Complete - Chapters: 17/17 - Created: Apr 05, 2013 - Updated: Jul 03, 2013 871 0 2 0 1
Twirling the pencil between his fingers, Kurt rubs the pad of his fingertip over the lead on the paper to blend in and create shade. Bringing the pencil back to the paper, he goes about finishing the drawing.
"What are you gonna do with your drawings?" Blaine asks as he stops at a light.
They left the apartment about twenty minutes before; heading back to the house, Kurt is a bit upset that his time with Blaine like they've shared the past few days is over. The bubble they created that kept reality out for a time has finally popped and they have to go back to their lives of waiting for the night to come.
"I don't know." Kurt shrugs his shoulders, chewing his gum. "Probably throw them away, or something."
For some reason, Kurt doesn't know why he lies. He's going to keep them. It's the fact that they're the first drawings he's done in four years, and that they're pictures of Blaine. They're special to him in many ways.
"You should keep them," Blaine tells him in a soft voice. "Have something to remember our time together from these past few days."
Kurt lets out a small chuckle as he thinks about how needing the drawings won't be needed to remember the past few days. The past few days will be burned into his memory for as long as he lives. The way he and Blaine easily fell into the little world they created while together; how they were the couple that Kurt wishes with all his heart they could be outside that apartment. He'll remember how he fell that much more for Blaine.
"Maybe I will," he replies as he blows off the shavings on the paper. Looking at the completed picture, he shows it to Blaine.
"She's gonna love it," he tells him.
"She's just like you. She loves all my drawings."
"That's because all your drawings are amazing."
Kurt preens at the compliment; loving when someone, even Blaine, tells him how great of an artist he is. Sometimes, it's Blaine's simple words of praise that make him feel great about what he does.
Reaching across the center console, he takes Blaine's hand in his, linking their fingers together, and holds his hand for the rest of the drive.
Climbing out of the car when Blaine parks in front of the house, chewing his gum and smiling at Blaine as they walk inside the house, Kurt is anxious to see Tilly. A jolt runs through him and has him tremble, though, when Blaine brushes his fingers along his palm in such a way that makes his heart skip a beat. The smile Blaine gives him, the kind that makes his eyes fill with happiness and life and laughter and love, even if it's nothing more than a simply love for a friend, has Kurt wanting to kiss him until the sun burns out and the sky fills with darkness, and there's nothing more than his unconditional love for Blaine.
But, as usual, just as he's come to do a hundred times, he suppresses that urge to tell Blaine how he feels and simply moves his hand away.
Heading for the kitchen once inside, not noticing Blaine's look of hurt on his face as he walks up the stairs, Kurt goes up to Tilly and hugs her.
"Oh, you're back!" Tilly excitedly says, turning around in his arms and pulling him tight into her embrace. "I missed the both of ya so much."
"Till, we were gone for less than a week. Besides, I'm sure you enjoyed the peace and quiet."
"I enjoy having Blaine and you here more." She finally lets him go; looking him up and down as if making sure he isn't hurt, smiling when she finds him to her liking. "Was it fun? Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Oh, I enjoyed myself immensely," Kurt jokes, quickly moving out of the way when Tilly tries to smack him upside his head. "Come on! You knew I would make a joke." Kurt snorts as Tilly smiles. "But in all seriousness? I had a magnificent time."
"I'm happy for you. You both deserved a few days just for each other."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees, thinking about the days with Blaine. "Till, can I tell you something?"
"Of course you can."
He looks around to make sure there is no one else around to hear what he is about to tell her. "I'm scared," he openly admits, letting the fear take over him. "What happens when someone finds out? What happens if this ends badly and I'm left with a broken heart and he's off with Kennedy being happy like nothing happened? Being with him these past days made me realize I want what we had for the rest of my life. I want...him."
"I keep telling you to tell him how you feel," Tilly sighs. "Tell him and you can have that."
"What's the point? He doesn't feel the same." Kurt lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. He flinches a little, though, when Tilly grabs his hand and lifts it to her face. The concern that instantly fills her eyes as she looks at his bruised hand has Kurt smiling at how she's never stopped being a mom.
"What the hell happened to your hand?" she asks as she barely grazes her fingers over the skin.
"I punched Zac," Kurt responds, pulling his hand away.
"Who's Zac?"
"A nobody now."
"He better be if he made you punch him. Hope it was worth it." Tilly looks up at him and grins.
"It was. Oh," Kurt says before he walks away. He leafs through his papers and pulls one out. "I drew this for you," he tells Tilly as he holds out the picture of her he did.
The look of surprise that fills Tilly's eyes makes Kurt smile. "Kurt!" she excitedly yells, pulling him into a tight embrace. "You're drawing again!"
"Yeah." He shakes his head and feels as Tilly takes the picture from his fingers. "I'm drawing again."
"Good for you," Tilly says as she gently pats his check before looking at her drawing. "It's beautiful. I'll treasure it forever."
"Thanks." Kurt gives her a kiss on her cheek. "I'm gonna go lie down a bit before lunch."
"Alright."
Heading out of the kitchen and trudging up the stairs to his room, Kurt can, finally, feel the past few days creeping into his body and making him exhausted. Closing his bedroom door behind him, Kurt lets out a squeak when Blaine, suddenly, pulls him close and kisses him.
Melting into his touch, he drops his pictures, hearing them scatter all to the floor. Draping his arms over Blaine's shoulders, he lets himself get lost in the press of Blaine's lips to his for a few seconds. He lets himself take in the way Blaine holds him close with one of his hands pressing in to his lower back; lets himself cherish how perfectly they fit together in a way he's never fit with anybody else.
"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining," Kurt says as he drops his arms from Blaine's shoulders and grabs at his hips.
"I felt like kissing you; and since my parents aren't back just yet, I decided to."
"Well, I greatly enjoyed it. Now, I'm gonna take a nap before lunch." Giving Blaine a quick peck on the lips, he lets him go and walks to his bed. Collapsing on it, he chuckles when Blaine climbs in next to him and pulls him close. "What are you doing, Blaine?" he mumbles against his pillow, turning to look at Blaine.
"Holding you until you fall asleep," Blaine responds like it's the most obvious answer, pressing his lips to Kurt's temple.
Too tired to complain, and not really wanting or caring to, Kurt just snuggles closer to him and drifts off to sleep.
~
Sitting at the table for dinner after his nap, Kurt pushes around the food on his plate. Poking the piece of fish he has, he looks up and gives Blaine a small smile.
"How was your trip, mom?" Blaine asks after he smiles back at him.
"Good," Sarah replies. "Your father and I had a great time. Right, honey?" Kurt looks over to see John typing on his phone, a small grin on his face. Kurt knows it doesn't take a genius to know he's talking with Avery; he rolls his eyes at how disrespectful it is of him to talk with his mistress right in front of his wife. But, he can't say anything because he sort of did the same when he had lunch with Kennedy while Blaine sat across from him. "Well, I enjoyed it," Sarah says, forcing a smile. "How about you, sweetie?"
"I...Well," Blaine says a bit flustered, darting his eyes to him, Kurt seeing the slight mischievous look that fills them. "I...I did things I enjoyed."
"Like what?" Sarah asks intrigued.
"Um...I...There was...A-"
"Well," Kurt says, helping Blaine by interrupting him. "I don't know about y'all, but I had sex." He smirks when both Sarah and John groan at his words, noticing Blaine trying to cover up his laughter. "I'm talking mind-blowing, earth-shattering, every surface we could do it on kind of sex. Basically, we fucked like rabbits. It was quite amazing and spectacular."
"Kurt, please don't speak like that at the table," John reprimands him after setting his phone face down on the table.
"I just thought since everyone was sharing what they did, I should too." Kurt grins at John. "It's not my fault...Okay, it's half my fault," Kurt shrugs his shoulders, "that I had sex most of the time."
"We don't care to hear about your escapades, okay?" John tells him.
"Fine."
"Good. Now that we are finished with that. Sarah," John says to get his wife's attention. "I'll be going out for a few hours after lunch."
"Okay," she replies; Kurt seeing her plaster on a fake smile.
Looking to Blaine, he sees the same knowledge in his eyes as Sarah's; the same he has. They all know where John truly is going.
~
John prides himself on being able to hide his relationship with Avery away from his wife. At least so he thinks. He knows his wife is a very intelligent woman; it was one of the many things that had him initially falling for her--besides her obvious beauty. Knowing how smart she is has him often wondering if maybe if he isn't as slick as he thinks he is in hiding his relationship.
Ridding his mind of those thoughts, he climbs out of bed, careful not to disturb Avery and grabs a robe tossed over the back of one of the chairs. Feeling the soft silk slide over his skin, he ties the belt around his waist. Going downstairs and pouring himself a Scotch, he heads back upstairs with his glass. Seeing Avery stir in bed, John walks out to the balcony to enjoy his drink. Sitting in one of the chairs, the glint of the light hitting something catches his eye.
Reaching out and picking it up, John knows he's seen it before but can't remember where. Turning it over in his hand, he opens it and flicks the switch, seeing a small flame shoot up. Closing the Zippo lighter, he holds onto it. The fact that it's here is weird. He knows for sure it doesn't belong to Blaine, since he is the only other person he knows who was here recently; he is still trying to figure how Blaine found out about this place and what all he knows about why he has it. He figures it belongs to one of the maids who come to clean the apartment once a week.
Finishing his Scotch, he stands up and goes back inside. Getting dressed, he puts the lighter in the pocket of his pants and walks over to the bed. Watching the slow rise and fall of Avery's chest, hearing the even breathing, John knows with all his heart he is in love with Avery. But he also knows he could never hurt Sarah the way he would if he were to tell her the truth. Because this truth is much more than what he shares with Avery; this truth could change everything.
Leaning over on his hands, he kisses Avery's temple as he whispers, "I'll see you later."
"Okay," Avery says with a slightly hoarse voice. "Bye."
Smiling at seeing Avery immediately going back to sleep, John heads downstairs and out the apartment, and back to the family he has. Placing his hand in his pocket and wrapping his fingers around the lighter, the metal cool in his hand, he doesn't know why he took it with him. As he walks, it's with a bit of a bounce in his step as he heads for the elevator. Being with Avery always manages to do that for him.
Hearing the ding of the elevator and seeing the doors open, he buttons his jacket as he steps inside, already thinking about the next day when he can come back here to be with Avery again.
~
Moaning as Blaine thrusts into him, Kurt curls his fingers around two of Blaine's fingers of the hand planted on the bed by him. Holding tight, squeezing when Blaine brushes his prostate, Kurt drops his head and rolls his hips back on Blaine. Spreading his knees as far apart as he can, he gasps when Blaine thrust into him hard and his hipbones hit his ass, but managing to fill him up that bit much more.
"Come on, Blaine," he says as he looks over his shoulder to Blaine. "Stop holding back."
The fingers of Blaine's left hand intertwined with his squeeze as Blaine grips his hip with his other hand and starts to thrust into him without abandon.
It's fast and hard and has Kurt arching his back. It's exactly what he wants.
Dropping to his forearms, biting his lower lip to be quiet, Kurt grips the sheets beneath his hands and feels as the heat begins to start in his belly. It's a slow burn that takes it's time to build up to having him on edge and wanting his release.
Feeling both of Blaine's hands grip his hips, Kurt nearly screams when Blaine changes the angle of his hips as he thrust in and hits his prostate perfectly. It sends intense pleasure all through him; has the heat in his body turning into a fire. Reaching down, he takes himself in hand and starts to stroke himself as he likes. He's soon spilling over his fist and experiencing pleasure throughout his body.
Turning his head, he moans into the hard kiss Blaine gives him as he continues to thrust into him. Whining low into Blaine's mouth when he feels him stutter his hips and pulse inside him as he comes.
Laughing after he comes down from his high, Kurt looks to Blaine when he collapses on the bed next to him in a heap of breathlessness and his own quiet laughter.
"I didn't think it was possible to screw your brains out," Blaine pants as he turns his head to smile at him. "Guess I was wrong."
"We need to stop having amazing sex," Kurt breathes out, still trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. "Because if we don't I'll never want to do anything else."
"That reminds me," Blaine says as he turns onto his side, resting his head on his propped up arm. "What are you going to do now that you're drawing again?"
"What do you mean?" Kurt pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking at Blaine confused.
"Well, since you're drawing again, you should do something with it. Go to an art school or something."
"An art school?" Kurt furrows his eyebrows and scrunches his face in disgust, shaking his head. "And let them tell me what all is wrong with my work? No, thanks. I'd rather sit on the corner of a sidewalk and draw for people who would appreciate it."
"So, no to school." Blaine smiles and runs his hand up and down Kurt's back. "How about something else."
"I don't know," Kurt sighs. "I never imagined, or gave much thought, to doing anything with what I can do." It's a complete lie. He's thought about it more than he should, considering it's a dream he's had since he was younger.
He's imagined having a big gallery opening one day of his work. He wants to create pieces of art that someone will look at and think it's magnificent and beautiful. He wants to be someone known in the art community. But for now, he'll take doing sketches for his own pleasure, even if that is all that comes of his art career.
"I should go." Leaning over, he gives Blaine one final kiss. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he reaches for his underwear on the floor and slides them on. Grabbing Blaine's discarded shirt on the floor, he cleans his stomach and tosses it in the direction of the laundry bin.
Standing up, looking back at Blaine and smiling, he walks out of Blaine's room and to his. Getting an urge to have a cigarette, he goes to his shelf in his room and grabs one. Seeing if his lighter is there, he grabs his jacket and searches the pockets, coming up empty-handed. Deciding to just forget it, the urge quickly going as it came, Kurt drops the unlit cigarette on the shelf and falls into his bed.
Yawning and burrow under his covers, he goes to sleep without a care or worry in the world. He goes to sleep happy.
Comments
please update soon!!! this is easily my favorite story im currently reading! i need this like i do oxygen! so please dont leave us hanging too long. =]
I won't. I have the rest of the chapters planned out and mostly written. So, I won't take forever to update.