Chapter 15

Songs used in this Chapter: 
Young The Giant – Cough Syrup
Lady Antebellum – Need You Now (Acoustic)

Blaine sits up at the edge of Finn's bed and tries to listen intently to what's being said between the couple.  Oliver's being rather childish about the entire situation, considering he's the one who requested and begged for the threesome in the first place, if only to prove the connection in his own head.  The magnet is, of course, intact again, stronger than ever, so Blaine is not surprised when he finds himself dragging his feet up and away from the corner of the room, opening his door and leaning against the frame with an ear pointed to the next room over.  After nauseating moments of silence, the door to Kurt's bedroom opens hastily and Kurt stumbles out.  His eyes are bloodshot and red-rimmed, tears pooling with a devastated frown that takes Blaine's heart and crushes it.  Kurt goes to fly down the stairs and probably wherever he can to escape, but freezes at the sight of Blaine watching him.  

Blaine's doleful, pity-ridden face staring back at him is all he can seem to take.  Blaine tilts his head slowly and opens his arms as an invitation he knows Kurt will understand.  The next thing Blaine realizes, he's being crashed into at full speed and the sound of the sobs out of Kurt's mouth are otherworldly.  Blaine tries to ease him out of a spiraling breakdown and lures him downstairs, out the front door and straight into Kurt's car despite Burt's questioning eyebrows as he comes up the pathway, just getting home from work.  He deposits Kurt into the passenger's seat and kneels down and over him to snap his seatbelt into place, and his heart breaks when he stares at him, pleadingly and distraught to just be with him.  Blaine nods a single movement of his head and looks into Kurt's sullen face and touches their lips together gently, lingering a few seconds too long for it to be chaste and innocent, but long enough to make sure Kurt knows he means it.

“You are so pretty when you cry, baby, but I'm going to see to it that you don't have to ever again.”

Kurt turns his head to look at Blaine, allowing his lips to fold up at enough of an angle to almost resemble a smile.  “Run away with me.”

Blaine lets out a chuckle and squeezes his hand.  “What do you think we're doing, pretty boy?  Although, I must say… you haven't deserved me in the slightest lately.  I'm still here, though.  Okay?”  He rushes around to the driver's seat, and looks over the car at Burt, folded arms and a grimace on his face.

“Oliver-related drama that he needs to get away from.” Blaine says, by way of explanation.  “I'll call in a few hours.”  The timing is perfect as he pulls away just as Oliver scampers out of the door, tripping down the stairs, chasing the car like a mutt from the pound, and screaming insecurities for the entire neighborhood and his boyfriend's father to witness.

xK&Bx

Driving together is an invigorating experience.  For most of their time in Ohio, they were unable to do such a thing because of Blaine's probation, and when they got to New York, there was no point of driving anywhere. 

It's a silent and smooth ride, Blaine turning his hands on the steering wheel whenever he feels like it, and suddenly they are faced with the entrance ramp to the highway.  He's finally able to open up the engine for performance of Kurt's shiny, new, German toy.  Blaine looks at Kurt for any reaction at all, but he's still staring out the window without any emotion whatsoever since he's calmed down, without even one clue as to why he was breaking down in the first place.  Blaine merges onto the highway and steps on the gas.  He switches into the left lane and finds the perfect song on his iPhone for the sake of riding sans destination.  He hits play and turns the volume up as high as it will go without cracking the speakers. 

He needs Kurt to feel better, and he's ready to do whatever it takes to get a smile back on his face.

Life's too short to even care at all.
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control.
These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me.
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum.

Blaine sings the lyrics as goofily and hilariously as he possibly can, looking between his mute passenger and the road, at least getting a small smile out of Kurt.  The song goes into the next verse and Blaine grabs Kurt's fist to use as a microphone.  “Come on.  You know this one, don't you babe?”

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now.
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down.

He floors the gas pedal again and recklessly drives to wherever they are going.  He beats his hand on the steering wheel to the drum line and patiently waits for his Kurt to return to him.  By the time they reach the bridge two miles down, they're both scream-singing together, a scene straight out of Crossroads.

And so I run now to the things they said could restore me.
Restore life the way it should be.
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down.
One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa.

Blaine keeps Kurt's hand safe in his, tangling their fingers together, and he keeps driving.  “Where are we going, Kurt?”

“Who cares?  Just keep going.”

“And you're okay?”  He leads his hand up to his lips and drops a kiss directly onto Kurt's knuckles.

“I'm fine.”  Kurt smiles at him and sighs.  “He just said some pretty stupid stuff and again, I just wanted it to be you standing there fighting pointlessly.  It's really getting to be a pattern of times when I want Oliver to be Blaine.”  He pushes at his cuticles. 

“Kurt.”  Blaine laughs.  “You shouldn't want to fight with me.”

“I do, though.  When we fight, I just… it's unrealistic to think that we'll never fight as a couple, Blaine.  Or that I'm always making a decision that's best for us.  Fighting is another way to show we care.  You don't save things and file them away until you need them just because you know it will hurt me.”

“You're comparing us again, baby.”

“There's no comparison.”

Blaine nods.  “Let's just get to some sort of destination where you can sit and think about it all.”  He shifts in his seat to give his body something to react to.  He's biting his tongue with everything else he wants to say.  “I hate him so much for hurting you.”

“Uh huh.”

“I wanna punch him so bad.  He fucking sucks.”

“You're biased.  Also, you've already punched him.  Several times.”

“Doesn't mean he doesn't suck!  I'm sorry, by the way.  I didn't mean to put you in that position…”

“If anyone put anyone in a position, it's my stupidity and immaturity, thinking you were going to hang on and take all of that while I had my cake and ate it too.”  Kurt sighs and looks out the window.  “I'm so sorry, B.” 

Blaine keeps riding the left lane, still headed to nowhere.

“Kurt?”

“Mmm.”

“I win.”

Kurt laughs, a smile so bright it shines.  “You do.  Me too.”

xK&Bx

It's only been an hour, but they're in a different world entirely, one that only belongs to them and one where they can't possibly be afraid because they have each other.  They haven't let go of one another's hand in the entirety of the trip so far.

Blaine feels the urge to check in with Kurt and his wellbeing.  He has the rest of his life to make up for careless mistakes, so he figures he should probably start now.  “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”  Kurt offers.

Blaine nods.  He's apprehensive to know what Oliver said, but he also senses that he'll need to.  “What did he say to you?  I'm not above kicking his ass.”

“Just stuff that one should never, ever say to anyone.”  Kurt shakes his head.  “It was just proof that he is a self-centered prick and I can't believe I didn't see it all earlier.”

“Care to give me an example?”

“So… um.  Shit, you have to promise not to kill him.”

“Kurt.”  If Kurt had to preface whatever he's about to say with that, there's no doubt in Blaine's mind that he will probably have to kill him, indeed.

“So back in July, after I went back to New York from Finn's graduation memorial, I tried to explain the basics to him so he would stop calling it a fucking vacation to Indiana.  Which is ironic, being that we are currently in Indiana.  Running away.”

Blaine rolls his eyes but smiles all the while.  “Kurt, if he said something about Finn's memorial…” He pulls off of the highway at the sign for restaurants.  He follows them until they're in the parking lot of an Olive Garden.

Kurt gets out of the car without a snarky opinion Blaine is sure to receive at some point and waits for him to get out of the car as well.  When he joins him, he continues the story as they walk inside.

“He did.  He said it was stupid and that Rachel and I need to move on, but he was so supportive on the surface when I was telling him about it, you know?  And then I tried to summarize the whole attack, and nightmares… this was months ago, and he blamed you at the time, bringing it all up again tonight.  That maybe it was my fault for being so… stereotypical… and Christian had every right to ruin our lives a little if it was something he wanted to do in order to affect his own son.”

Blaine looks over at him, then swiftly back to the door in front of him.  Opening the door into the restaurant for Kurt without a word, this may be the first time in his entire life where he truly has no idea how he wants to or how he should respond, so he doesn't. 

“Speechless?  I was too.”

Blaine wishes he could go off on a tangent and coin a phrase that Kurt will never forget for as long as he lives about how Blaine will always understand and never throw terrible events back into his face, but he can't find the words.  Instead he simply says, “I'm really sorry you're such an asshole magnet.”

“Well…” Kurt raises his eyebrows and laughs.  “Two, please.”  He says to the hostess.

“You know what I mean, Kurt.  I'm serious!”  Blaine looks at him again as he tries to personify anger, scowling at the very thought of Oliver or Eddie or anyone else that he might have dated without Blaine around.  It's like poor Kurt is destined to only have his heart broken by all these guys, himself included.  He sighs and leads by way of the small of Kurt's back to follow the hostess to their table.

They sit and graciously take the menus from the restaurant staff without opening them.  “That's not necessarily true, though.  I think the people I've dated that weren't supposed to be my life partner showed their true colors pretty quickly, and I'm not with them anymore for the simple reason that I'm supposed to be with you.  You… you're an entirely different ball game.”

“Another sports reference.  I don't even know what to do with you!”

Kurt shrugs and tilts his head, reeling Blaine back into the seriousness of the conversation.  “Shut up, this is important.”

“Sorry.”  Blaine mumbles the word, almost like he's twelve and being reprimanded by a teacher. 

“Does this feel like a turning point for us?  It's like my whole life is about to change.  I feel different… like we're driving west already, why can't we just keep going until we get to San Francisco?  Make it home for a while.”

Blaine clasps his own hands together on the top of the menu and tilts his head.  “This is a new topic of discussion.”

“It's something I've been thinking about.”

“Me too, but I can't ask you to move across the country for me again.”

“Hey, you didn't.  I just feel like if we're going to do this again we need to do it a hundred percent.  I'm very uneasy at the thought of a long distance relationship, and honestly I don't think either of us can be strong enough for something as crazy as California to New York, or Ohio depending where I'd go next.”

“Are we doing this again?”

“I would like to, if you think… if you'll have me?”

“Do you need like, a break in between?  Time alone before you're intensely committed to someone?  Because once I get you back, I'm never letting go and you're never allowed to have a break again.”

“Possessive and cute!  What a catch.”

“Kurt.”

“Okay.  Serious conversation with my Blainers.”

A roll of the eyes and a swift kick under the table to Kurt's shin has him gasping and squealing in surprise. 

“And what if I said, and please don't fucking take this the wrong way, but I think you forget that I only have six months of school left.  What if you waited it out here or in New York for me and then we can start fresh?  Not that I'm not receptive to needing you in California with me all the time, but I think that we can handle six months if we need to.  We've both matured, yeah?”

“A valid point.  That sounds like a solid plan, as long as you promise to come home at least three times this semester.”

At that, a cute girl who's so obviously in high school introduces herself as their waitress and asks for a drink order.  When she disappears, Blaine takes Kurt's hand and rubs his thumb across Kurt's knuckles.

“Of course, and then… forever.”

“No one has forever.  I want every second of every day for the rest of my life… with you.  You're all I get and I want to make sure you know just how special this is to me.”

“You have to know I feel the same way.”  Tears pool in his eyes as he is overcome with emotion and finality.  “Jesus.”  He smiles at Kurt as he leans over and wipes tears, pressing a kiss to his mouth and allowing lips to linger.  “You made my eyes leak.  I'm allergic to cheesy confessions and non-proposals that still kind of feel that way even if we're in the Fort Wayne Olive Garden.”

He knows that he wants Kurt forever; he has since he realized that Kurt truly loves him despite the pizza sauce squirting out of his mouth on his lunch break at the Lima Bean nearly six years ago.  They had talked about their futures linking together and happily spending their lives attached in all aspects of the word, always figuring that it would come up again some other time when they seriously needed to address it.  To know something is a separate experience to feeling something and Blaine's mind is blown.  Up until today, he couldn't clearly see their future as if it's a scene in a movie playing only for his eyes and suddenly, in this run-down, mediocre restaurant in the dead center of the Midwest, he stares at Kurt and finally understands the meaning of life, of living, of unconditional love because he finally has a place in Kurt's heart to store it once again and forever.   

“You are, as usual, incorrigible, Blaine Anderson.  Now, no more kissing because Indiana is not San Francisco and it is definitely not New York.”

“You kissed me!”

“You let it happen!”

Blaine laughs.  “Oh yes, because I've always been able to resist your kisses.  No, Kurt… stop kissing me!”  He flails his arms a little bit for effect and stops, blushing when he hits the waitress in the face.  “Oh my God!  Shit!  Are you okay?”

Kurt's already up and dabbing her arm where there's spilled soda draped all the way down her uniform.

“It's okay, really.  I've had worse.”  She performs a tight smile.  “I'll be right back with new drinks.  I'm sorry!”  She scurries away, clearly having a terrible day but trying not to let it show too much.

“Blaine!”

“It was an accident!”  He says with wide eyes.  “Don't worry, baby. I'll tip her really well.  Promise.”

“Decide what you want to eat, please.”  Kurt shakes his head and opens the menu wide, successfully hiding from Blaine's glances.  Naturally, Blaine groans, sending Kurt into a fit of giggles.  He drops the menu flat on the table.  “Is this what my whole life is going to be from now on?  A slew of crippled waiters we leave in our wake and lame excuse for Italian food everywhere we go?  Breadstix was kind of our thing, and I suppose that's fine because at least it's not a chain… and I know this wasn't the only option, although it could have been outside of McDonalds or something super Ohio-ey…” Kurt rolls his eyes at Blaine and picks up the menu again, clearly using it as a shield.

Blaine allows Kurt to ramble, knowing full well that it's better to just allow him to have his moment on the soapbox.  When he's finished, Blaine cups his own head in the palm of his hand and leans his elbow against the table, staring at the outside cover of Kurt's menu.  “I love you.”

“Me too.  A lot.”

Blaine taps out a rhythm against Kurt's menu, flicking it in a beat he's making up as he goes along.  “You're going to get so sick of the constant I love yous and the I can't live without yous.  I'm gonna be the most…” Flick. “Annoying…” Flick. “Boyfriend..” Flick.  “Ever.”

“Already are.”  Kurt sings his response.  He's teasing Blaine to his very core.

“Six months doesn't really feel like a long time in theory.  But I'll probably hate it in the moment.”  Blaine ponders and pushes the menu down toward Kurt's face hard so he can see him again.  

Kurt sputters at a mouthful of dirty menu but smiles at Blaine's playful smirk.  “Seriously, Blaine?  What the hell is wrong with you?”  He's smiling, no bite to his words at all.

“I missed your face.”  The smile on his face radiates, lighting the room over and over again.  “What?  I'm just so relieved that I'm finally here with you and there is no Oliver for miles and…” He drops his voice to a whisper.  “Babe, we had sex and it was really great.  Um, at least while it was just you and me.  You're really great and I love you so much.” 

“Blaine.”  Kurt's eyes are resonating the love that Blaine's been trying to find since leaving him and he can't believe that all it took was drawing out a large circle in the shape of across-the-country to figure this out.

“You're this core in my life and I'm just… like, orbiting around you like it's all I've ever been destined to do.”  Blaine gestures circles with his hands.  “I have no idea, like I had to circle my way back to you and maybe I took the long way but at least I'm here now, right?”

“It's really all that matters.”  Kurt cackles in a way that showcases how one could be incredibly sexy and adorable in the same moment and makes a show out of grabbing both of Blaine's wrists to still them as the girl comes back with new drinks.  She giggles and takes their soup and endless salad order and leaves them to more conversation. 

They speak of everything and nothing at the same time as they wait for the first course, reminiscing of the good old days and predicting the perfection of the future.  A heaping bowl of salad to share appears quickly and they eat it silently, comfortably, calmly.  There are quick glances and shy smiles as Blaine picks out his olives and Kurt his peppers, and it seems as though no time at all has passed since Blaine irrationally believed it would be best for them to just up and leave. 

Their soup is less than stellar, but Blaine's not sure what they could have possibly expected, and they choke it down if only for its nourishment.  He throws down a fifty-dollar bill for their twenty-dollar meal and extends his hand to Kurt, leading him up and out of the building.

“I'm going to call my dad before we get going again.  I should see if Oliver is still there.”  Kurt is fiddling with his cell phone in a way that he does only when he's nervous or doesn't want to call.

Blaine shouldn't be so understanding, especially about this, but for whatever reason he only nods and gets into the car, waiting patiently for Kurt to join him again.  He turns the key in the ignition and shuffles his Spotify app, attempting a perfect song for exactly how he feels in this moment but nothing seems to stick.  He settles for whatever's on the radio and drums his fingers along to the beat of the song, waiting and trying to not listen to the words coming out of Kurt's mouth as he paces back and forth on the side of the car.

When he slips into the passenger seat, though, there's something wrong.

“Everything good?”

“Yep.”  Kurt exhales.  “He's still there and driving my father crazy.”

“Kid doesn't take a hint, huh?”  Blaine holds the back of Kurt's seat and twists to back out of the spot they're parked in, ruffles his hair a bit, then shifts into “drive” and starts their journey home.  “I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this.  Are you sure that you're ready to jump into this thing with me again?  I mean, right away?”

“Not everything's about you, my love.”  Kurt smiles and tries to fix his hair but winds up ruffling it even more.  “Does it look like I just had sex?”

“God, Kurt.  It's actually like I'm on the top of the world with you.”

“Careful, you're teetering on cheesy again.”  After a beat, Kurt says more.  “We have to go home and deal with my ex-boyfriend, B.”

“I guess, but only because I love you desperately and couldn't stop if I tried.”

“Cheese!”  But Kurt is grinning, seemingly having forgotten that they need to face Lima at all.  “Seriously, though.  It means the world to me that you're putting up with me even through all this crazy, teenage drama.”

“What else am I supposed to do, pretty? Nothing else will get me you in the end, so I really have no choice but to wait as long as it takes.  Besides, the drama we got through together when I was a teenager was so much more than this.  If we can handle that, surely we can get through this.”

“Well, it's not fair to you, yet you're sticking around and I recognize that.  I owe you.”

The remainder of the ride back from Fort Wayne's premiere Italian restaurant feels like a full day of driving for Blaine, but that may be because he's anxious to walk into Burt's house hand-in-hand with Kurt, only to face a pained man by way of Oliver Ellington.

When they do finally pull into the driveway, Blaine cuts the engine and stares up at the house, hugging his arms around the steering wheel, knowing full well that Kurt is silently going through what he needs to say to Oliver.

“I think I'm going to stay out here while you…”

“Blaine, I need you.”

“I know, baby, but do you realize that I just want to kill him?  I'm not sure how that factors in for both of our futures.”

“Focus on me.  We'll just make sure he leaves and get back to us.”

Blaine gets out of the car and rushes to open Kurt's door, nodding confidently at him.  “We don't have to tell him about any… happenings between us, do we?  But can we make it official before we go in there?”

“Blaine, what are you-”

“‘Boyfriend' isn't the correct term for the way I feel about you, but for a label's sake:  will you be my boyfriend, Kurt?”

Kurt's eyes are shining again but he quickly and eloquently answers with only the most perfect of words.  “Yes, of course.  This pinky-swear is for real this time though, punk.”  Kurt holds his pinky to Blaine's face expectedly and raises an eyebrow.

Blaine laughs as he connects his pinky to Kurt's and shakes on it.  “I promise.”  Keeping them attached, he leans in and smashes his lips to steal only one strong kiss before Kurt has to go in and face his own music.

Burt, of course, catches the lip lock just as he opens the door and Blaine can see him from the corner of his eye, scowling and chewing on a disposable coffee stirrer, clearly from the Lima Bean.

“Burt is about to attack.”  Blaine says against Kurt's lips before dragging his body a good ten feet away from Kurt, shoving his hands in his pocket and kicking at the grass below his toes.

“Are you two back together, then?”

“I don't know if we were ever truly apart, Dad.”

“Well, I hope you mean that figuratively because it was proving pretty difficult to peel either of you off your respective bathroom floors and I was getting tired of flying across the country more than a few times to do so.  So you two best know what you're doing.”

Kurt and Blaine lock shy eyes and mirror a stricken, sad smile, not allowing anyone or anything to get in their way until the patio door above them is slammed and Oliver charges toward Kurt.

“Not cool, Kurt.  You just up and leave like a child when we are having an adult conversation?”  He's nose-to-nose with Kurt now, as Blaine watches closely, opening and closing his fists and swaying from the sheer frustration of it all.

“Oli.”  Kurt breaks the wordless sorry-fest with Blaine, stepping backward a few steps, but Oliver just torments him by getting right back into his face.  “Oliver, stop.  Blaine and my dad will step in if things get physical.  I know you're mad, but I needed space after the things you said, and I just needed to get out.  You were too busy saying really shitty-”

Blaine zones out now; it's taking every single thing in him to not get fired up and beat the living shit out of this guy.  He starts a curved pace, almost like a shield behind Kurt as though he needs padding to protect himself, as if he's not positively the strongest person Blaine has ever met.  Blaine's inner monologue is jumbled; he doesn't even know how to think right with Oliver towering over Kurt in a possessive, overly jealous stance.  Blaine feels like he is the cheetah and Oliver is the meerkat who's annoying but almost too easy to kill.  This won't end well if he keeps thinking this way, so he does what he's told and focuses on Kurt.  When Kurt takes another step back though, and Oliver steps further into his space, the string holding Blaine's body back snaps and he forces himself into the tiny space between the two men. 

He absently feels Kurt's hands around his waist, squeezing and holding him back.

“Do not.  I get you need to say whatever hurtful words that need to be out of your mouth but there is a way to do that without getting in his face.  You're what we call a bully here in America, and if you can't fucking understand that, then you need to go back to jolly ol' England and figure it out for yourself.”

“Oh whatever, asshole.  At least he can't be arrested for fucking me!”

“Okay.”  Utterly shocked beyond his wildest expectations, Blaine turns around to look at Kurt in the eye.  “He went there, he really actually went there, and in front of your father nonetheless.  Permission to knock him out, please?”

“Focus on me, babe.  Like I said.”

“Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Blaine.  You wouldn't want yet another ankle bracelet, would you?  Probation and a small radius of places you're allowed?  I know all about you, lover boy, and you don't deserve Kurt in the slightest.”  And it's true; Blaine knows he doesn't deserve Kurt at all but somehow, Kurt's chosen him.  He focuses to not fuck it up. 

Oliver knows all about him, at least enough to make his heart pang.  Blaine's eyes are wide, mimicking Kurt's dumbfounded expression, only focusing on each other so Oliver doesn't get murdered this instant.

“You told him about everything.”

“That's all, just enough to understand… I just said that it was better you were on probation so we couldn't get distracted with places in the beginning, just each other.  He's throwing it all back in my face now, like he did with the attack and like he did with Finn.”

“You're so vain, Anderson!  We don't sit around and discuss your mishaps.  We spend our time together thinking about our future and talking about next steps.  And we have so much sex, it would even tire your teenage ass out.”

The voice of reason comes through as it is there all along.  “Baby, he's just provoking you.  He wants you to hit him.  Don't give him the satisfaction.  Keep your eyes on me.”  They stare at each other listlessly as time stops, shaking out of it after only a few seconds.  “And for you, Oliver Ellington.  You are so out of line, here… coming here essentially uninvited and causing drama on a holiday that's already hard for me without my mother and brother to share it with.  You are to go upstairs, get your shit, and never come back here or to anywhere I might be in New York.  This includes my apartment, Blaine's apartment, the Lima Bean, the fucking 1 train.  I see you anywhere near me here or anywhere else in the world and I will be reporting your ass to Immigration.  My father will see to it that you don't steal anything while you are gathering your bags.”

“Let's go.”  Burt stares at Kurt and Blaine then shifts his eyes to Oliver.  “After you, asswipe.”

“Oh my God.  Your dad just-”

“Kiss me.”  Kurt jumps into Blaine's arms and wraps his legs around his waist.  Clearly not expecting it, Blaine's knees buckle and they're sent plummeting to the snowy, freezing grass below them but mouths connected the whole way down.

They lie together, kissing in the yard, for upwards of fifteen minutes while Oliver is upstairs, too busy disappearing for him to notice the clear public displays of affection.  A cab pulls into the driveway and beeps, startling both Kurt and Blaine until Blaine's actually on Kurt's lap in the grass. 

“Sir Ellington's chariot awaits.”  Blaine kisses Kurt again, better than any Brit.  “We're being very irresponsible right now, Hummel.  Does Oliver Twist even have any American dollars on him?  Enough to get to Columbus or even New York?”

“Who cares?”

“We brought him here, pretty.  The least we could do is send him home properly.  Karma, Kurt.”

“You are so selfless, even to people who are malicious to you.  What happened to the tough guy seventeen-year-old who flinched when I touched him?”

“You showed him what it was like to be cared for, and now he's gone soft.”

“I hardly believe he's gone soft.”  Kurt tugs at Blaine's half-hard cock only for a second.  “Maybe he just let his guard down with reason?”

“Possibly.”  Blaine explodes upright so he's standing over Kurt, bent at the hip.  He cups his face and lays one last kiss on Kurt's lips just as Oliver and Burt come rushing outside.

Oliver death glares at them both but Blaine's hand is already a fistful of his wallet.  He opens it and takes out five twenties, folds them together, and extends his arm to hand Oliver the money.  “The least we could do.  I'm sorry it wound up like this.”

“I'm onto you, Blaine Anderson.”  Oliver clearly makes it a point to not take the offered money.

“Don't you dare-”

“Kurt, drop it.  Let's go inside, I'm cold.”  Blaine focuses on getting inside with Kurt in tow and no one venturing over to the county jail.

“What, Anderson?  You don't want to hear the story about how I researched you after Kurt told me about his stupid attack?  Daddy issues, much?”

“Get in the taxi and drive away.”

Burt pushes and slams Oliver against the taxi using the balls of fury in his fists that he must save for only special occasions.  “You so much whisper their names at any time in the future, and I will know about it, and that will become your biggest regret.”  Burt pushes his head against the car again and turns on his heel, not having to tell Kurt and Blaine to follow like his own personal shadows, sewed on by his ankles.  They're right behind him obediently.