Counting Every Star
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E - Words: 2,621 - Last Updated: Jul 20, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 16/? - Created: Mar 18, 2012 - Updated: Jul 20, 2012
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Chapter 13

Blaine climbed off of Kurt, his eyes not quite meeting the paler boy's as he settled on the bed. "I'm so sorry," he breathed slowly, "oh my god Kurt, I'm so freaking sorry."

"For what?" Kurt was still riding the bliss from what had just happened, but it was quickly crashing back to earth.

Blaine laughed a little, seemingly to himself. "I just…I just spent the last twenty minutes preaching to you about how someone should have gotten to know you first, taken you out and treated you right before trying anything with you….and, and I just kissed you. I just practically mauled you on your bed. I am just as bad as he is, if not worse. Oh my god, I'm so sorry Kurt."

Kurt laughed a little, "You didn't exactly maul me. You kissed me."

"And I'm sorry," Blaine's eyes were flashing.

Kurt immediately began to understand. "Oh, I mean…I know we're just friends and you wouldn't want to kiss me as something else. I know…I know someone like you wouldn't actually be interested in me." Kurt bit his lip and willed the pressure behind his eyes to subside. It was one thing crying over another boy in front of Blaine, but something completely different to cry in front of him about being rejected by Blaine.

Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand tightly, "No. Kurt, that is not what I meant at all. I just…I had plans."

"Plans?" Kurt turned toward Blaine as soon as he trusted himself not to make a mockery of the entire situation and himself.

Blaine nodded slowly, "Uh-huh. I had so many, Kurt, you have no idea. I was going to take you out for dinner at this little place down the shore that I know. Then I was going to tell you that ever since the day I saw you that I had a crush on you. Then I was going to tell you that Paul was a complete asshole for not seeing you as the amazing person you are and throwing it all away. And then I was going to kiss you if you seemed to like the general direction of the conversation."

"So pretty much what you did, just forget the dinner and the actually telling me that you liked me part," Kurt kept his grip tight on Blaine's hand. "And I would have adored the general direction of the conversation."

Blaine looked up surprised, his mouth falling agape slightly, "You would have? I mean…you would have liked the-the fact that I have a crush on you? Because I really do, Kurt – I tried to hide it because I knew you needed time to-to find yourself or something. Then you started dating Paul and I got so freaking angry because I had been waiting for you! I had been waiting for weeks to tell you how I felt, and he got to waltz in with his perfect abs and perfect smile and perfect family and just take you away! Then I figured out that his family was leaving, and I was relieved because I knew he wouldn't want to keep up the relationship, but then I got pissed again because I realized that he was going to screw up all of the progress you made."

Kurt's head felt like it was in a whirlwind trying to keep up with what Blaine was saying. He squeezed Blaine's hand tighter so he would stop his rant, "Hey, stop. Can I say something?"

Blaine swallowed thickly and nodded.

"I'm not weak, Blaine. I may have had a hard time in life, but I am nowhere near weak. I get insecure sometimes, sure, but I'm not going to freak out because you kissed me. I've wanted to kiss you since practically the first day we met."

Blaine barked out a laugh so suddenly that Kurt jumped. "Are you serious, Kurt? You have to be kidding me. You? Wanting me?"

Kurt pushed hair out of his face, trying to buy himself some time to think over the conversation again. Had he misinterpreted anything? "I…wait, I'm lost. I thought you liked me? As in…liked me, liked me?" Kurt felt the all too familiar pressure again. Blaine actually laughed at the thought of someone like Kurt liking him.

Blaine must have understood the battle going on in Kurt's mind because he automatically placed a calming hand on Kurt's shoulder. "No, not like that at all. I mean…you, you are gorgeous and talented and intelligent. I'm just…me. I am nothing super special. I am not unique or ambitious or special. I'm just Blaine." Blaine punctuated the last statement with a shrug, "I thought it would be crazy for someone like you to like someone like me because I'm so ordinary."

Once again, Kurt realized how low Blaine's own self-esteem was. "Blaine, I do like you. A lot. And I know you're afraid of what Paul did, you're afraid that I'm going to use this as some sort of rebound…thing," Kurt didn't want to use the word "relationship" incase that was not what Blaine was thinking.

Blaine nodded, looking at the clock. Somehow, it had seemed like an eternity passed but time stood still at the same time. "Okay. I promise not to worry about this being a rebound thing if you promise to tell me if it starts to feel like one, okay?"

Kurt nodded, "I think I follow that."

Blaine stood and started collecting his things and putting them in his backpack. "I'm going to go home and change. Then, I'm going to take you on an amazing date, okay?"

"Did you just ask me out?" Kurt said cheekily, happy to have the flirting back between them. It had always come naturally, but Kurt was ready to do it every single time they were together.

Blaine blushed to his ears, "Kurt Hummel, will you please go on a date with me? Ordinary, nothing special, but completely, deliriously, hopelessly crushing on you, me?"

Kurt could not help the giggle that bubbled to the surface and the odd clap he did. "Yes! Tonight? Oh my god," he stood and ran to the closet, "I have so much I need to do. Go!"

Blaine leaned against the doorframe, "I'll be here at four, okay? We have a bit of a drive."

Kurt was already knee deep in shoes, "Fine! Just go!"

Blaine laughed and left the doorframe with a wave.

"WAIT!" Kurt yelled, a pair of moccasins in his hands (he would never actually wear them, but his dad had thought they would be a good idea). He ran out of the door and met Blaine at the top of the steps. "I didn't get a proper goodbye."

"Mr. Hummel," Blaine said, scandalized, "do you actually think I would kiss before our date?"

"You already did," Kurt said with a grin, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to Blaine's mouth, sucking gently on his bottom lip for a few seconds. Kurt pulled back, a giddy expression on his face.

"Oh…I…" Blaine blinked a few times before grinning widely, "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

Kurt nearly skipped back to his room, grinning at the sudden spark of courage he had. Kurt was just about to pull off his sweatpants to try on some nicer pants when he heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in?" he asked once he saw that Meg was peeking her head in the room.

Meg walked in and sat gently on the chair to the ancient vanity in the room; she crossed her legs and looked slightly awkward.

"Yes?" Kurt asked, pulling a pair of pinstripe pants out of the very end of his closet.

"I couldn't help but notice the uhm…exchange that happened outside in the hallway," Meg looked extremely uncomfortable, "Kurt, what are you doing?"

Kurt stood up straight, his heart beating quickly, "What do you mean?"

Meg stared at Kurt for a few seconds before immediately uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, "Kurt, are you really going from one boy to another?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt couldn't help but feel offended. Is that really what she thought he was doing?

"I know that you feel like you're making up for lost time or something, but you need to realize that you can't just go from boy to boy." Meg was not backing down; her eyes had sparks in them that reminded Kurt and awful lot of his father.

"But Blaine isn't just some boy…he's amazing, Meg. He's the first boy that I really let myself have a huge crush on. I know someone interrupted that…but he really didn't. If I'm being honest, I liked Blaine the entire time I was with Paul." Kurt leaned against the wall now, "I'm not sure what you think this is…"

"Hey," Meg stood now, "I'm not trying to say anything, Kurt. I'm just telling you to be careful because you are taking risks. You are not used to…this attention. Not that I can blame you because Ohio does not really have the dating pool for you. Not that I ever had luck in Cape May, but you seem to be making pretty good for yourself."

Kurt wasn't sure whether to be offended or touched that she cared this much. "Meg…I don't think there will be another boy this summer after Blaine."

Meg laughed a little, "Kurt you're young. I understand I just…oh my god I'm going about this all wrong aren't I?"

Kurt nodded slightly, "I mean…it's not like you have practice with it though. Plus, up until you insulted me it was kind of funny."

Meg held up a finger, "Just wait, and continue getting dressed for your dinner with Blaine. I'll be right back."

Kurt shook his head but started to decide which of his teal shirts had just the right amount of green in it.

"Okay kid," Meg walked back into the room wearing a pair of loose jeans, a white tank top, and a flannel shirt, "time to talk. I told you Dad about Blaine and he got all worried you were being…inappropriate, I think that was the word he used at least."

Kurt wanted to crawl into the pile of clothes on the floor and never come out, "Oh my god no."

"Now, I don't really know what I'm talking about because I don't have sex with men….so I'm going by what your father told me." Meg looked just as uncomfortable as Kurt felt. "Now for most guys sex is, just, you know, this thing they always want to do. You know, it's fun, feels great, but they're not really thinking too much about, you know, how it makes them feel on the inside, or, you know, how the other person feels about it," Meg paused as she squirmed, "that's why I'd recommend women, personally."

Kurt couldn't help but smirk, "That ship has sailed, fortunately. Plus…you know that's not how I am. I'm not going to do that."

Meg nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, "No, it's gonna be worse. Because it is two guys. With two guys you got two people who think that sex is just sex. It's gonna be easier to come by. And once you start doing this stuff you're not going to want to stop. Yah just... you gotta know that it means something. You know, it's doing something... to you, to your heart, to your self-esteem, even though it feels like... you're just having fun."

Kurt could hear his father in her words, and laughed to himself. "So you're saying I shouldn't have sex yet…"

Meg let out a breath, "You mean you didn't have sex with Paul? Thank god."

Kurt shook his head.

Meg nodded, "Kurt, when you're ready, I want you to be able to... do everything. But when you're ready I want you to, use it as a way to connect to another person. Don't throw yourself around, like you don't matter. 'Cause you matter, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, "Are we done now?"

Meg shook her head and reached into her pockets, "I also bought you condoms. I don't necessarily want you to use them until you feel ready, but now you have some."

Kurt took them and shoved them quickly out of sight into his nightstand drawer. "Now can I get ready for my date?"

Meg chucked her flannel shirt on the floor and laid on the bed, "So what can you tell me about this date?"

"I don't know much," Kurt mused as he attempted to find an outfit that would actually suit dinner for a beach town, "he's taking me to a restaurant that we need a little time to drive to, that's all I know."

"Well that isn't helpful," Meg did not look like she was going to be moving anytime soon, so Kurt walked into the bathroom to change.

"I know," he said through the door, "and I would have really liked to know exactly what to wear because this is not kosher for all venues."

Kurt looked down at his outfit. He hadn't really dressed up while in Cape May yet. Sure, he had gone on dates with Paul, but he never really felt the need to actually dress up before.

"Aren't you going to be hot in that?" Meg asked as she surveyed the black pants, long sleeved pinstripe shirt, and tight black vest he had put on.

"Probably, but I'm hoping we're going to be eating inside." Kurt pushed his hair back from his face, trying to style it as best he could.

Kurt had lost track of time, and when he heard the familiar chime of the doorbell, he nearly fell over.

"I'll just go get that," Meg said with a smile, "I get to be the angry Dad."

"Please don't embarrass me," Kurt groaned, "Please."

Kurt quickly sprayed cologne on and grabbed his sunglasses and wallet. Meg had looked a little too happy running out of the room.

Kurt tried as gracefully as he could to descend the stairs, but his hands were sweating and he really just wanted to get the date started. He had no idea why he was so nervous; his brain felt like it was going to melt out of his ears at any given minute.

The sight that greeted him at the bottom of the stairs was not exactly what he wanted to see on this day.

Meg was pointing a bright green super soaker at Blaine's face, "I swear, Blaine. If you hurt that boy I will spray that gel right out of your hair!"

Blaine was cross-eyed staring at the gun, his hands up in the air, "Okay! I won't hurt him, I promise!"

"You can stop defending my dignity now, Meg," Kurt said as he reached the bottom of the steps. His brain was successfully halfway out of his ears as he took in Blaine. He didn't remember seeing the boy quite so dressed up before. He had on navy pants that looked like they had actually been pressed. He wore a simply red polo and a red and blue striped bowtie. He looked positively different from the carefree boy Blaine normally was, but he still had the same face that currently sported a wide grin.

"You look great," Kurt breathed first. "Different, but great."

Blaine subconsciously ran a hand over his gelled hair. "Yes, well. I went to private school, sometimes it just comes out."

Meg smiled at the pair, "Do we get to know where the two of you are going yet?" She looked at Blaine expectantly.

"Caf� Loren," Blaine said easily with a smile to Kurt. He knew that Kurt would have no idea what that was.

Meg nodded, "Darn Kurt, that lip lock must have left an impression."

Kurt could feel all of the blood rushing to his face, and he could see it in Blaine. "Thanks Meg for making that awkward."

"Just saving you the trouble," she said with a grin before winking at Blaine and leaving the foyer.

"Ready to go?" Blaine asked nervously, his hand reaching out for Kurt's.

"I am," Kurt smiled and grabbed the hand tightly.

Already it felt better than any date he'd had with Paul.


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Oh lord Meg is flawless, I love her. Can't wait to read about the date! Now that I'm all caught up, you won't have review spam now. I swear I'm not this strange/lame irl but it's 1am and it hard to come by great fics like this!