Perfect Porcelain
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Perfect Porcelain: Chapter 3: Blaine


M - Words: 1,284 - Last Updated: Apr 28, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 23/? - Created: Feb 29, 2012 - Updated: Apr 28, 2012
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Author's Notes: Alright, back to Blaine. Yes, I got two more chapters, because I already wrote those while S&C was down and I already put them on FF.net. So, yeah. I know Blaine is being rather oblivious, but he's like that and ed's aren't that easy to notice, especially not with smart people like Kurt, who know exactly how to hide the obvious.Anyway, no real triggers for this chapter. Oblivious Blaine says about everything. Enjoy!

"Kurt, are you done packing?" Blaine asks on Saturday morning. They're about to leave, to celebrate Christmas at the Hummel-Hudson house. He knows Kurt is looking forward to seeing his father. It has been a while since they've visited Lima. Blaine has to smile at the thought of seeing Rachel and Finn. He wonders what they will be fighting about this time.

Kurt shows up from the bathroom. Apparently he managed to stuff all his moisturizing products into one bag. Blaine raises a triangle shaped eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. He knows how strictly Kurt follows his routine and it would be a stupid thing to get a discussion about. Besides, Kurt isn't a kid. He can decide for himself what he wants to pack.

"Do you have everything?" Blaine moves to the closet and goes through Kurt's clothes. "You should definitely have enough warm clothes with you."

Suddenly he's pulled out of the closet -oh, the irony - by Kurt, whose eyes are wide and filled with panic. "Kurt? What's wrong? Babe, talk. What is it?"

Kurt stares at him, obviously not knowing what to say and seemingly shocked by his own action too. Blaine is starting to get worried. "Baby, you've been acting strange lately. What's going on?"

Silence.

"Kurt?"

"We should go."

"Kurt, if there's anything bothering you-"

"Blaine, I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night."

"You do look tired."

"I told you."

Blaine sighs and softly touches his boyfriend's cheek. He looks so lovely, with his pale skin, perfectly styled hair and the slight blush on his cheeks. He wonders why Kurt is only wearing those oversized clothes lately. Last time he asked he got a "It's winter, Blaine. Big clothes are warmer. Everyone knows that." but he doesn't like not being able to see Kurt's body.

Now, you would think that the bedroom would be the opportunity for that. But it has been weeks since they made love for the last time. Blaine doesn't know if he did something wrong. It didn't look or sound that way, while Kurt was writhing and moaning underneath him, clenching the sheets in his pale fingers and gasping his name. So, maybe he will never admit it, but he is longing for Kurt's pale, thin, porcelain body. It's actually driving him insane, not being able to see it, because of those stupid, oversized, fully covering clothes. He can even barely see Kurt's neck.

Of course, these thoughts are turning him on. Badly. Blaine tries to swallow and lets his eyes roam over Kurt's body. His boyfriend shifts uncomfortably and closes the closet door. "I have enough clothes. No need to make a mess in there."

Blaine frowns. "Why would I make a mess in your closet? I wouldn't dare."

Kurt shrugs and puts his bag with moisturisers in his suitcase. "Do you have everything?" Blaine nods and takes Kurt's hand. His fingers are freezing. Blaine makes a soft noise of disapproval and instantly tries to warm up Kurt's hands, who pulls them away.

"Let's go."


As soon as Burt opens the door, he notices Kurt and pulls his son into his arms. Blaine notices how Kurt winces a bit, but doesn't pay too much attention to it. He can imagine it being rather hard to breathe when someone like Burt hugs you. So he steps closer and laughs. "Come on, Burt. Let him breathe."

Burt lets go of his son and turns to Blaine, smiling happily. "Blaine Anderson, it has been too long. Have you been taking good care of my kid?" He asks teasingly, while he squeezes Kurt's shoulder.

Almost instantly, Burt turns to Kurt again, worry on his face. "Kid, I can feel your bones. Are you even eating properly?"

Kurt turns a shade paler and stares at the sidewalk. Burt barely gives him time to reply. "Well, it's Christmas. I will make sure you eat enough at my house. Carole has been cooking and baking since yesterday. No, kid, no excuses. You're going to eat properly. I don't know what Blaine has been feeding you, but you need more than that, apparently."

Blaine shuffles a bit on his spot, before following Burt and Kurt into the house, where Finn and Rachel are already waiting. There's a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, where Carole is obviously busy with dinner. Blaine's stomach growls, but not as loud as Kurt's, who blushes and excuses himself to the bathroom. Blaine, who still feels slightly awkward in the Hummel-Hudson house, quietly sits himself down in a chair, next to Finn and Rachel. "Hey guys.. " He starts with a shy smile.

The two look at him and return his smile. Then Finn starts a discussion with Rachel about singing being a sport or not. Blaine coughs and gets up again. "I'm going to get our stuff to Kurt's room." He announces, before grabbing the suitcases and following Kurt towards his room, because his boyfriend is obviously still used to using his own bathroom, instead of the general one.

He puts the suitcases down on the twin bed and lets himself fall down next to them. A sigh escapes his lips. He isn't used to having to behave or being around a lot of people. Sure, at work he's around people. But this was different. These were people who he has known for years. Most of them were Kurt's family, even though only Burt was technically his real family, of course. He tiredly rubs his eyes and then scans Kurt's room. It's exactly the way he left it when he moved to New York to live with Blaine. His attention is caught by some photo's on Kurt's desk and vanity. Blaine gets up and moves closer to look at them, even though he has seen them before. The old pictures of Kurt with his mother still get to him. The small boy, with the bright, blue eyes, little bow tie and, even at his young age, perfectly coiffed hair, who was drinking tea with an almost female version of Kurt, only slightly older and more feminine, with long hair, but the same porcelain skin and beautiful eyes.

Blaine can't help but to smile a bit sadly. He can't imagine how much Kurt must miss his mother. He's pretty lost in thought for a while, his fingers touching the glass that protects the photo. Then Carole's voice sounds from upstairs. "Kurt! Blaine! Dinner's ready!"

Blaine is pulled back from his thoughts and gets up, walking to the bathroom door. "Kurt, are you done? We have to get back." There's a sound of stumbling, then a toilet being flushed. About ten seconds later, Kurt opens the door. He looks pale and a bit shaken. Blaine just strokes his boyfriend's cheek with his fingers, since Kurt has this new weird phobia against hugs. "Hey babe, you ready for Christmas dinner with our family?"

Kurt doesn't look at him, he's just studying his face in the mirror of his vanity, looking a bit out of it. "It's just my family, Blaine. Yours isn't there." He replies flatly.

"That's because we refuse to talk to each other. Also, soon we'll be married. Then your family is my family. Aren't they already my family, just a bit?" Blaine reacts, with a slight smile, trying to cheer Kurt up a bit.

Kurt just shrugs and brushes past Blaine as he walks out of the room. Blaine is left alone, slightly confused, wondering what he did wrong. He has no idea what's up with Kurt lately. Maybe he should talk to Burt alone, later.

He decides that would be for the best. Burt seemed to be worried about his son's state too. Maybe if Blaine tells him about him being absent, always working and in too much stress to eat something, they could figure out together how they could help Kurt.

End Notes: Yay, Burt! I love you, papa Hummel. Best dad ever.You'll understand later what Kurt was doing in the bathroom. It's probably not what you think ~

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