Chapter 2
"You can have the shower first." Blaine said as he headed down the hallway. "I can throw your clothes in the dryer for a few minutes."
"Thanks." Kurt replied shyly. He was convinced he had done something wrong by going into Blaine's music room, but Blaine didn't seem to be mad. Maybe there were painful memories attached to the room, he postulated as he entered the bathroom and made do with Blaine's discount shampoo and conditioner and bar soap. By the time he stepped out his clothes were gone. He hadn't even heard Blaine come in.
He wandered out into the hall with the towel wrapped around his waist. He finally found Blaine standing in front of what Kurt had taken for a closet in the living room, which was open to a washer and dryer.
"Hi." Blaine said trying not to stare at Kurt's exposed skin and failing. "These are almost done. I'm going to go shower." he mumbled walking quickly out of the room.
In the shower at last, he sighed and closed his eyes. It had clearly been too long if he couldn't keep from leering at a man who deserved a lot better than that. What was the matter with him?
The image of Kurt standing in his living room in nothing but a towel came to him unbidden and he felt himself get hard. Suddenly the temperature in the already steamy bathroom shot up a few degrees, or at least it seemed to. Knowing he couldn't go out there like this he curled his fist around his erection, pumping it slowly, the hot water making the movement easier.
He then gave his imagination full power, breathing becoming short and heavy. The breathing became moans and Blaine had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as he came. He leaned back against the shower wall for a few seconds, attempting to collect himself. Finally, he got out and dried off and headed to his room to dress.
By the time he got out, Kurt had mercifully already dressed and sitting on the couch, somehow looking just as put together as he had at the bar last night.
"Ready to go?" he asked. He found it difficult to look Kurt in the eye.
"Yeah, I want to see how my baby faired in the storm last night anyway." Kurt said and sashayed out the door.
Blaine stood there for a moment, trying to figure out if he had actually just heard Kurt refer to his car as his baby. He shook his head and followed the other man outside where he was closely inspecting his SUV.
"Must not have hailed here long. There's only a couple of dings so I can fix it myself."
"You can what?" Blaine asked.
"My dad owns and auto shop and I used to work there over the summer when I was in high school. We didn't do much body work but I can handle this."
Blaine blinked slowly, thinking of how Kurt must look in greasy coveralls then shook himself. He needed to be medicated.
"Would it be okay if we went to get your car first. I have a matinee and I need to be there at noon." Kurt asked, looking uncomfortable. He probably wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Yeah, that's fine." Blaine mumbled and got in the car.
"So, what's good to eat in this part of town?" Kurt asked cheerfully as they headed to Roosevelt's to pick up the car he prayed hadn't been towed.
"My favorite is this little dinner called Sandy's. The guy who runs it...well he's insane but the food is incredible." Blaine enthused as they neared the bar.
To his relief, the little red Corolla was sitting in the parking lot, the only one left. Kurt parked next to it. "Just follow me okay?" Blaine said as he got out of the car.
"Okie-dokie." Kurt replied brightly.
Blaine shook his head at the phrase and moved to his own car. He spent the whole ride thinking about Kurt. He didn't even know the man's last name, but the more he learned about him, the more he became curious about him.
Curiosity had gone the way of his creativity in the months since his life had fallen apart and wonder had become a strange concept. Maybe he should stop acting like a creep and try to keep Kurt around a while.
When they arrived at the diner Blaine led Kurt to his usual booth and stared at each other for a few seconds.
It was Kurt who broke the silence. "I just realized I don't know your last name." he said, the look of alarm on his face almost comical.
Blaine smiled. "It's Anderson."
"Anderson." Kurt repeated. "Mine's Hummel. I feel better. Is that old fashioned?"
"Not really, I was thinking about that on the way over here actually."
"Good, I-"
Kurt was interrupted by the arrival of a man with round features and grease stained apron. "Ahh, young professor Anderson, just here for the awkward morning after conversation or are you two actually going to eat something."
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Good morning Sandy. Kurt this is Sandy Ryerson, he owns the place."
"Nice. To meet you." said Kurt offering his hand which Sandy took in a too loose grip.
"What can I get you two?" Sandy asked pulling an order booklet and pen from his apron.
They placed their orders quickly, Kurt taking all of Blaine's recommendations, and Sandy wandered away with a wink.
"He's...different." Kurt said with a smile.
"Yeah. I worked here when I was in school. He's not a boring boss, that's for sure."
Kurt fought to keep a neutral expression. This was the first bit of personal information that Blaine had given him without alcoholic lubrication. "Did you go to school at SUNY?" he asked
"No, NYU. What about you?" He asked.
"Um, NYADA." Kurt said, unable to keep the look of pride off his face. "I was the lead in the final production and it's what got me the job as a dresser...and I'm bragging and talking about myself like an asshole. Sorry." He flashed the other man a self-deprecating look.
Blaine smiled again and stopped breathing. "You're fine. You're proud of your accomplishments, there's no shame in that." he said.
Once their food arrived it took them both twice as long to eat because the conversation was non-stop.
Blaine gave up no more about himself and Kurt didn't ask but they covered just about every other topic; movies, books, current events, the food...everything.
Kurt glanced at his phone and gasped "Damnit! I have to go." he said and looked up at Blaine apologetically. "Work. Can I...can I see you again?" Kurt braced himself for rejection; that was what he got most of the time.
"Yeah, definitely." Blaine said, smiling again. Kurt had a feeling those smiles were going to be the end of him. They quickly traded numbers and promised to text each other and then Kurt ran out the door.
Blaine watched Kurt as he half jogged toward his car and smiled to himself. Kurt wanted to see him again. Maybe his luck was taking a turn for the better.