Chapter 14

Song in this chapter:  Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know?

Kurt slams through the front door of the Lima Bean, exacerbated with every step back from Breadstix.  Sebastian was clearly easy on the eyes, but the matter between his ears was null at best.   Kurt made a pact right then and there to never accept a date in hopes that there is a hometown hero made specifically for him somewhere in Ohio; he thinks he might have already found his prince right here at the Lima Bean.

Julie jumps in place enthusiastically at his arrival as he throws his messenger bag into the back room without setting foot into it.  He looks over at the teenagers.  Blaine's new embroidered Lima Bean apron is wrapped and tied tightly around his waist, with the portion meant to cover his chest rolled underneath.  Of course the boy would alter his uniform and force it into his “don't give a fuck” style.  He's wearing black Dockers and a tight black collared polo shirt that he must have gotten from the uniform box in the back.  His assigned Lima Bean hat is missing, but Kurt doesn't mind.  He takes Kurt's breath away, even in all black casual wear and a somewhat dirty apron.

Kurt's mind drifts as he's judging Blaine's uniform, and he quickly compares Sebastian's physical qualities to Blaine's.  He is guilty of comparison at the restaurant, but with Blaine now in front of him, he can't help but reevaluate.  Both faces are gorgeous, but it's the way that Blaine's mouth twitches halfway into a smile when he doesn't want it to, like a fight.  It's the way Blaine's eyes literally glimmer against the sunlight through the window every morning when he arrives, or how his brow furrows when he's confused, thinking, sad, frustrated.  It's how his expressions are always written all over his face; it's how he can't hide even the slightest of emotion.  It's the fact that Kurt can tell, by just looking at the boy, that there's so much more to him than Lima, Ohio.  Sebastian is destined to live and die here, even if he has pretty eyes and a flawless face.  Blaine is a dreamer; Sebastian settles.  Kurt can't settle.  Kurt Hummel has finally chosen which fork he's to follow for, hopefully, the rest of his life.

“Hi guys.”

“How was your date, Kurt?  Did he pay for you?  Did he totally sweep you off your feet?  Did he make you blush?  Did you kiss at the end of the night?  Are you going to see him again?  Ahhh!  Tell us everything!”  Julie claps her hands once and holds them together in a praying stance.  She's bouncing on her tippy-toes then back down to her heels every three seconds or so.  Her chocolate eyes are bulging and the grin on her face is giving the sun a run for its money. 

Blaine sputters, “Your what?” Blaine stares at Kurt, dumbfounded and mimicking Julie's eyes but for incomparable reasons.  He looks away, locks his jaw and pushes, looking anywhere else, eyes shifting to find a focus but everything is blurred and inanimate.  He seizes the broomstick from the hook on the wall and furiously attempts to grind a hole into the tile by his feet with only plastic-coated bristles. 

“My date.  If you must know, it was... it had potential, I guess.  I'll spare you the details.”

“Oh come on, I can handle your adult nightlife!  Let me live vicariously through you!  You, someone who doesn't have a curfew, even!”  Julie was practically begging, so excited to hear about something that could have been so great for Kurt and his future; something he blew off because he couldn't stop thinking about Blaine.

With one look to Blaine, Kurt knows he is seething.  He knows how this night is going to end if he has any control over it, so he decides to play a little game with Blaine. 

“Oh my God, fine.  He took me to Breadstix, got me flowers but I left them on the table.”  He shrugs.  “He's gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking, but only physically.  There wasn't much else, I hardly remember what he even said to me.  Honestly, it's eight o'clock, how do you think it went?”

“Awww, Kurt, I'm sorry.  You'll find Mr. Right, he's out there, I just know it!”  Kurt could always count on Julie for staying optimistic.  She hasn't experienced enough to really be in touch with the harsh reality of limitations and letdowns, and if Kurt takes advantage of that to stroke his own ego, well no one really has to know it.

“Why did you go on a date?”  Blaine nearly whispers it, clearly hurt and Kurt almost feels bad about it.

“Free meal?  I don't know, he was cute and I had nothing to lose.  I wasn't doing anything better tonight besides chaperoning teenagers while they manned my coffee shop?”  Kurt raises an eyebrow and looks to Blaine's reaction of grinding teeth and eyes rolling so far into his head, they might be lost.   He chuckles before continuing. “Turns out he's really fucking boring, though.  I guess I'm looking for love in all the wrong places.”  Kurt says simply with a shrug, boring into Blaine's eyes for another reaction.

“Umm…” Julie doesn't provide an excuse to disappear, but she does and neither Kurt nor Blaine mind.

Blaine groans and drops the broom powerfully and charges the condiment station to see if he should restock the sugar; there's no need. He picks up the canister of milk and slams it back down; it's too full to add more.  He pushes at the napkin dispenser; there is not even one item to replace.  With each step around the store to check on the neatness of the floor and tabletops, Blaine's face gets redder.  He's almost running around in circles, trying to create tasks to distract him from the screaming match he wants to have so badly with Kurt.  He's too jealous to have a conversation with meaning, and Julie's here so it can't happen in the capacity he needs it to happen.  Fuck.

He looks in Kurt's direction.  Kurt's across the room where he is watching him with his arms folded and his head tilted.  He approaches Kurt and asks a simple question.

“Why can't I fucking take you out on a date?”

“You never asked.”

“Oh, don't give me that shit, Kurt.  I'll take you anywhere you want, you know that, and this guy only got to go out with you because he's the right fucking age!  Am I right?  Good-looking, twenty-something man with a career and a house and a car he's not paying off anymore?  I can't offer you any of those things, Kurt.  And that's why I'm not with you.  That's why I could never be with you.”

“That was a positive attribute, yes.  There's more to it than that, Blaine.”

“We had sex.”

“We did.”  Kurt confirms.

“I assumed you wouldn't date… anyone…” Else.

“I never gave you any indication that I wouldn't, Blaine.”  I was trying to get over you.

“What does he have that I don't?  Besides… stuff.  A car, a house, a career.”  It comes out as a whine that Blaine can't stop. 

And just like that, the adolescent whimper that escapes from Blaine's mouth does Kurt in.  Something snaps; he needs the boy close right this second.

“Okay.  Julie?”  Kurt doesn't look in her direction as he's speaking.  He's still watching Blaine intently, nodding slowly with hooded eyes and a thin lip and a smile sneaking through ever so slightly.

“Yep?”  She peaks her head out from the back room, her arms full of paper cups and sleeves.

“Go home.”

“Oh it's okay, really.  Blaine's doing well with the training but we still have to cover a few things before the night is over.  I'm going to show him how to fold out the sleeves with one hand and where to find the bleach and…”

Folding his arms across his chest, he walks out from behind the counter to get even closer to Blaine, like Blaine is the slab of metal and he is the magnet.   “I'll train him.”  Blaine throws his head upwards to meet Kurt's gaze, only a few feet away.  They have yet to look at Julie.

“You'll… train me?”

“I will train you.  Everything you'll know in an hour.  Will be because of me.”  Kurt lifts an eyebrow and smirks before innocently placing his lips chastely against Blaine's for an abrupt second, dropping his arms to his sides.  He doesn't take his eyes off of Blaine's, pulling away and raking up and down, checking him out more obviously than ever.  “Bye Julie.”

If and when and how Julie exited, they would never know. 

“He's not good enough for you.”

“You don't even know him.  But no, he's not.”

“I want you to be with me.”

“Mmmm, is that right?  Blaine Anderson wants something?”

“I don't want you dating anyone else.”

“You're not my boyfriend.”

There's a pause.  They stare at each other.  Kurt continues.

“You know, B.  Sebastian, that's his name.”  Blaine's heart stops as Kurt's eyes rake all over his face, a seductive scowl on his lips.  Kurt enters Blaine's personal bubble.  “He's hot and all.  I was actually blown away by his smile, by his mouth.  The way it moved when he spoke, Blaine, Jesus you had to see it.” He shakes his head to get the image out of his brain.  “But you know what you have that he doesn't?”  He steps further into Blaine's space.  They're not touching, but it would only take one swift movement of a body to be leaned up against the other.

“Umm, wha-what?”  Blaine breathes in Kurt's smell.  It's vanilla, brown sugar, and summer.  It's perfect; something he'll never forget.

“Me.  Passion… feelings of want so much; you drive me insane every time you walk through this door.  Me, nearly wrecking my car trying to get to you so I can save you from the courthouse before your father gets there.  Me.  With you.  Me, inside you as you writhe and beg under me, I think about that so often, it's almost embarrassing, B.”  Kurt stalks back to the stereo, presses a few buttons on his iPhone and plugs in. 

Crawling back to you
So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart's still open and
If so, I want to know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just I'm constantly
On the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together, if you wanted to.

“Kurt.” 

Kurt sneaks back three steps and examines his Blaine again, thoroughly and shamelessly.

“You kind of look like him.  Sebastian, I mean.  That's probably my subconscious doing something really fucking inappropriate, huh?  He was the more normal, socially acceptable, boring version of you in ten years.”

“Pretty boy...”

“That, I think, that's what was missing tonight.  He didn't have these adorable ways to say my name, he didn't have a pet name for me.  You say my name like it's a sin and a prayer at the same time, Blaine.  Like I matter to you.”

“You do.  You matter to me, Kurt.  Fuck.”

“Your little nickname for me, although somewhat offensive, is so hot and it makes my heart flip every time you call me that.  That's what the other guy doesn't have.  He doesn't have my heart, B.  I think it's safe to say now that you do.  After everything.  After all of my stupid resistance, here I am anyway.  This might be really inappropriate, with you now not only being eleven years younger than me, but also my employee.  Do you care, Blaine?”

Blaine leans in, but stops when he's inches away.  There's something romantic about the speech that makes him just want to feel.  Feel what, though, he's unsure.

“I guess what I'm trying to say, Blaine… I can be your pretty boy, and you can be my lover boy?  Or we could think of something a bit more creative.  Or maybe you're just my boyfriend and we save the adorable nicknames for only me.  Yeah?”

Blaine feels Kurt's mouth latching onto his soft and soon-to-be-swollen lips, and Kurt's fingers are intertwined into Blaine's unruly curls immediately. It takes Blaine by surprise, but it's only one second before he is hypnotized inside Kurt's kiss.  He opens wide and allows Kurt's mouth to captivate him in every way, licking at his tongue and his teeth and his lips.  Kurt clamps his teeth to Blaine's bottom lip and pulls.  The boy opens his eyes in shock and arousal and swallows, shifting his hips to get closer. 

Kurt steps backwards and waves a finger in his face. 

“Not so fast, tiger.”  He smiles and bites his own lip before twirling to lock the door and shut the blinds hanging loosely over the entrance.

“We don't close until ten, though.”  Blaine's pulled to Kurt.  With every step he steals, Blaine follows suit.  Kurt turns and Blaine's only a reach away. 

“We can stay open if you want?”  At Blaine's frantic shake of his head, Kurt chuckles.  “We close when I say so.  We are closing early today… because you. Want. Me.  Blaine.  And because I want you.  And because we can't deny… us.  I can't deny this anymore, B.”  He swivels his head on the axis of his spine and crashes their lips together again.  Blaine smiles against the man's lips and their teeth clink.  Kurt pulls away slightly, but Blaine grabs at his bicep with force to keep him close, and rests his other hand directly to his hipbone.  He rotates his head to deepen the kiss, and Kurt bends sideways at the hip in a small happy dance, rutting briefly as a taste of what's to come. They break away and Kurt twirls out of his hold, patting at his shoulder before stepping around Blaine, leaving him in a wake of sexual activation.   

Kurt flips the open sign so it reveals “closed” and turns back to Blaine, approaching him once more.

“Kurt, wait.”

Kurt takes both of Blaine's hands and swings them.  They're facing each other; Kurt looks at him expectedly.

“Really?  All of that build-up, and now I have to wait for you?”

“You're… you won't kick me out after again?”

Kurt's face falls.

“Oh my God, that really fucked you up, huh?”

Blaine looks ashamed with a single nod; he kicks at a scuffmark on the floor underneath his shoe.

“Look at me.” 

Blaine looks up with half a smile left between his cheekbones. 

Kurt smiles at him.  “Hi.”

An adolescent boy, Blaine Anderson peers up at the taller man through his eyelashes.

“I cut the date with Sebastian short tonight, you want to know why?  I couldn't get you,” Kurt pokes at Blaine's heart, “I couldn't get you out of my head.  You're everywhere for me, Blaine.”

“Really?”

“Really.”  He inhales, “I had my very own revelation tonight when I was sitting there listening to this other man babble about his boring life in Lima.  He's stuck here.  I don't fucking care about what's right or wrong anymore, I don't care about anyone who wants to judge us.  I want you, because this is the only life we get, and it's a short life at that, and I want to try this with you, no matter how old you are, and fuck B!  I don't want to be stuck.  We'll do whatever, and you never have to leave again if you don't want to.  We don't have to be stuck.  And besides, we only get a few days when we come down to it and I want to spend them with someone who ignites my fire and keeps me on my toes.  And if you can't keep me on my toes, Anderson, then no one can, because you, sir, are a firecracker of crude, crass, witty little things that make me blush and get so turned on and I just... now that you're here, I can't imagine you not… here.  I'm not gonna lose you just because I can't get my shit together and realize that age is nothing.”  Kurt looks at him again, blushing crimson with a half-smile plastered across his face.

Blaine laughs tirelessly.  “If you're sure… but let it be known that you really wrecked me last time.”

Kurt chooses to ignore Blaine's comment; he can't bear to deal with the immensity of the pain he's caused the boy, “And also, that angry little stint you pulled in front of Julie, that jealous little…” Kurt clutches his chest, crouching over Blaine's head so hot air is frisking around the shell of Blaine's ear as he whispers. “You're so hot when you're jealous, Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine whimpers.  “Please, Kurt.” 

Kurt smirks and thinks through a raunchy scenario they could perform for each other.  This is a very important hint into what Kurt needs out of the sex portion of a relationship.

“We're going to try something a little different tonight, okay?  I'll be right back, but in the meantime, take your clothes off and bend over the counter over there.”  Kurt's eyes flicker to the space where he's instructing the boy to wait.  “Do you understand?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Go.”  Kurt slaps his ass then disappears into the back room.  Kurt's excited, seeing as Blaine has passed the test and the man fully understands what role Blaine is most comfortable in.

Blaine, however, faintly registers the bathroom door being opened then slammed shut immediately.  He snaps out of his trance suddenly when he realizes what Kurt's about to do to him; his shaky hands have him struggling to unbutton his pants and push them onto the floor.  He finally gets them off and proceeds to the counter space.  He brushes the area with his fingertips, rips his shirt off at the hem, inhales deeply, bends against it at his waist, and plasters his cheek to the surface.  The granite is cold on his face; he closes his eyes tight and breathes out, his air catching halfway.  His extends his arms to hold onto the lip opposite to the side touching his stomach and he waits.  

Minutes pass; Blaine focuses on his breathing.  There is no inner commentary for the first time in his life; he simply waits as he was instructed.  It's easy and it feels natural, especially under Kurt's rules.

“Honestly, B.  You need to see yourself right now.  Is this what you do on every first day of work?”  Kurt is standing behind him, not close enough to touch.  He steps forward, lying his hands to browse each of Blaine's ass cheeks and Blaine finds himself spreading and pushing back to be fully connected with Kurt.  “Hold on, baby.  We have to get you ready.”  Kurt produces a bottle of lube and places it on the counter top two inches from Blaine's nose.  The boy crosses his eyes to see what it is and lets out a breathy laugh.  Kurt bends himself in the same way Blaine is holding himself and looks into his eyes.  They are in the same position, side by side, staring into each other, breathing softly and in the same rhythm.  “Ready?”  He kisses the boy's nose after snatching the lube up and repositioning himself behind him again.

With an eye roll and a moan deep in his throat, Blaine faintly wonders why he's carrying around lube with him, to his date earlier, unless Kurt ventured upstairs and he didn't even notice.  He distinctively registers the open and shut of the bottle, the wet sound of the warming process, and then he feels Kurt's fingers teasing him at his opening. 

“Take me. Kurt.”

Kurt inserts one finger and twists one hundred and eighty degrees. 

“You're sure all of this is okay?  We can stop right now, no questions asked.”

“Please, Kurt.  Give me more.”

He's playing with Blaine's insides, thrusting in deeper with each movement.  Blaine squirms with each and every lunge, each moan escaping in the same rhythm as Kurt's finger.  When it's not so difficult to fill with one finger, Kurt replenishes the lube and rubs into his hole with two fingers.  He's circling them together until he finds the ball of nerves and sends Blaine into a fit of wiggles and squirms. 

“Ohmygod, Jesus!  Right there, more.”

“Yeah, baby, you like that?  Imagine my whole cock buried in you, B, baby.”  Kurt's actions are rougher than a minute ago, his arm has an ache he's ignoring, but his rhythm stays the same, hard and fast.  Blaine's ready.  For good measure, Kurt scissors his fingers to really stretch and shoves a third then fourth finger inside.

“Holy shit!”  Blaine's voice is two octaves higher than normal but he can't care.  The pressure isn't unbearable but it is overwhelming; the fullness is probably nothing compared to Kurt's cock.  Regardless, Blaine's mind is still blown.  Then, he's hollow.  He immediately shifts uncomfortably at the emptiness and he turns his head up and over his shoulder to see what Kurt's doing now.

Kurt catches his eye and smiles.  “You're okay, yeah?”  He pecks him quickly on the mouth.

“'m fine.”

“I'm gonna…”  Kurt's putting a condom on and smoothing out the wrinkles. “I don't want you to move an inch while we're doing this, okay?”  Kurt is looking down at Blaine's naked back.

Blaine just nods and allows his head to fall back on the hard surface of the granite counter top, still freezing against his cheek.  “Please, pretty boy.  Take me.”  He presents his ass further up and hopefully closer to Kurt's cock.  “Please.”

“Oh my God.  You wanna beg for it, huh?  Like the little cockslut you are?”  Kurt lines his cock up with Blaine's hole and teases, rubbing the tip over the opening but not inserting by any means. 

“Please take me, Kurt.  I want you inside… I'm yours, all yours.  I need you inside me, baby.  Please!”  He is rambling; he doesn't give a shit.

Kurt pauses to saturate himself in Blaine's words, then bucks his head to the heavens and breathes in while each inch is pushed inside until he bottoms out and stills.  Blaine's grumbling and whining and his sounds are unholy, and Kurt swears he could see the glimpse of “'til the end of time” with this boy who is willingly only his.  Finally.

“You okay?  So hot, beautiful just for me.”

“Move.  Oh my God, move.”  The boy's voice is entirely wrecked.  Only from the one jumble of words, Kurt knows he has control over him for the rest of whatever happens between this gorgeous boy and himself.  This is an important moment in their budding relationship, and Kurt makes a mental note to invite him upstairs later.  Kurt modifies the placement of his hands from Blaine's hips to covering his knuckles, gone white already from the grip he has on the lip of the counter.  If he were to think coherently, Kurt would be terrified of crushing the boy.  Instead, he leans his chest heavily against Blaine's back and shifts his hips back then slams back in with no warning. 

“Oh my fuck!  Kurt!  Yours!”

“Jesus.”  Kurt finds a rhythm, thrusting in and out ruthlessly, but he abruptly slows to a stop when there's a jiggle on the door.  He looks in its direction, never unburying himself from everything Blaine has.  He laughs lightly when he notices the shadow of the customer on the other side of the door, seemingly in a major caffeine shortage, and stands upright again, thrusting back into Blaine at a much more leisurely pace than seconds before.

“Who the fuck, shit Kurt… you're...” Blaine moans loudly, “you're killing me pretty…” 

“So gorgeous.  You little centerfold you… don't you dare make a sound.”  Kurt gasps at the change of angle his twitching cock forces, “Don't come, baby.  Not until I say so.  Understand?” 

“Yes, master.”  Blaine snorts; he says it sarcastically then gasps when he realizes that it's true.

“Again.”

“Yes, sir.  Yes, master.  Anything you want, take from me.  I'm yours.”

The jiggle on the door handle comes again, then there's frantic knocking.  “They'll go away.”

Blaine's arms struggle against Kurt's grip and he tries to pick up his head.  He whimpers and moans melodically.  It's the most exquisite sound Kurt's ever heard out of anyone's mouth.

Kurt stops thrusting altogether and bottoms out.  The base of his cock is resting up against the base of Blaine's crack.  Kurt unbuttons his collared shirt and pulls his tie out of the loops.  “Stop fidgeting, tiger.”

“Someone's there…”

Kurt feathers the edge of the tie across Blaine's back and starts to wrap his wrists together over his head.  He pushes the boy back down, bent over the countertop.  He pulls tightly and makes a nautical knot to connect the heels of Blaine's hands as one.  He wraps the excess of material through and around so nothing is loosely hanging. 

“That's okay?”

Blaine whispers, moans, grunts some inaudible sound. 

“Good.  Pretend the counter is my headboard and you're attached.  Don't move.”

“Yes, sir.”

Starting up again, Kurt's out of breath, although his level of excursion is nowhere near what one hundred percent could be.  “Focus on me, baby.  They'll go away.”  Kurt picks up the speed until it's back to full speed ahead and he has a hand over Blaine's mouth to stop him from literally screaming in pain-pleasure like he's being murdered.  Blaine still squirms with every movement beneath him, although his wrists remain undisturbed and painstakingly still, as though they're hooked and super-glued to the counter.  Kurt pulls Blaine up so he's leaning against his chest, wraps one arm around his pectorals, and finds Blaine's cock with the other hand.  Kurt rubs at it in circles before clutching and suffocating it.  Blaine's knees shake in a frenzy then give out, unlocking and turning to jelly, and Kurt's holding him up, pounding into him like a screen door in a hurricane, and giving him a hand job simultaneously.  Talented, Hummel.  A+.

Blaine's tied-together hands are flailing uncontrollably back and forth into his own chest, punching at his clavicle, bending his elbows with every thrust, every muscle limp in Blaine's body, relaxed and non-existent.  He lifts them again to rest against the counter, but they're still rubbing against the surface with every movement, up and down and repeat.

“I'm gonna!  Kurt!”  Kurt slips his hand up and down Blaine's shaft quickly.

“I've got you, baby.  Come for me, honey.”

It's like he threw a switch.  He's shivering uncontrollably and saying something inaudible throughout his orgasm, then drops and bends back to the counter, resting his head on his arms, where he began.  Hands as one hanging over the lip of the countertop, he is panting, burrows his chin into his shoulder to look back at Kurt. 

“Hi.”  Kurt smiles, still unbearably hard but waiting for Blaine to catch his breath before the next rendezvous.  “You know how fucking hot you are?”

There's one last jiggle of the handle, a kick at the door, then silence.

Blaine giggles, coming down from his paradise.  He turns fully, pulling at his restraints, and pushes a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips.

Kurt is blown away by just how sweet Blaine Anderson could be if he allowed himself to drop the walls.  He breaks the kiss, looks into the boy's eyes, and grins.  He carefully unties the piece of cloth around Blaine's wrist and rubs at them, kissing each one better.

Blaine finds both of his hands and intertwines all ten fingers, holding them, dangling at their mid-thighs.

“Mmmm, now that I have my hands and the feeling in my legs back, I'm going to help you out, okay?”  Blaine steps back two strides to look into Kurt's eyes before sinking to his knees without another word.

“Oh God, Blaine.”  This is not going to last long at all.

Blaine smiles up at him and blinks through his eyelashes before submerging the man's cock straight down his throat.  He coughs and gags a bit; the taste of latex is not the most pleasant and maybe he was a little overly ambitious for his first blowjob on an actual person, not a piece of fruit.  He bobs off and peels away the piece of rubber. 

“God!  Condoms taste bad.”  He mumbles with a laugh.

“Done with that, huh?”

Blaine responds with a kiss to Kurt's slit, a lick up and down the vein running alongside the bottommost section, then bobbing his head lazily down all the way until the tip hits tonsils, then back all the way out.  Slowly, he flicks his tongue on the head and sucks like his life depends on it.  Before he can register any of his actions or any of Kurt's sounds, Kurt's head is thrown back and hot streaks of thick white are located in the back of this throat. 

“Jesus Christ, Blaine.  How are you so good at that?”  Kurt falls and sits on the cold, hard ground.  Blaine follows suit and nods, completely satisfied in every aspect of the word.  He folds his legs underneath himself and glares with squinted eyes to the beauty of Kurt's legs thrown out in front of his torso, ankles crossed, leaning on his hands.

“Remember when I tried to seduce you with that banana?”

Kurt laughs, “That was one day of many cold showers.”

They share a moment.  This feels right.  Has Kurt found the reason why he's still in Lima? 

“Just so we're clear, if this was any other storefront of which I didn't personally hire everyone who's supposed to clean the floor on a regular basis, we would not be sitting on the ground like this.”

Blaine chokes and lets out a laugh, truly euphoric in this moment.  “You want to have sex in other stores?” His eyes glisten hearts and glitter; he's looking at Kurt like the man is his entire world.  He certainly has the potential to be.

Kurt laughs; Blaine brings him back to being in high school, head over heels for another teenager, ready to take a risk on his entire life only to be with him.

Blaine sighs and rises to find his boxers, slips them back on, and sees to it that they're hanging on his hips neatly.  Kurt raises his hand in a silent request for help getting up.  With a bend at the knees and a yank from Blaine, they're standing in front of each other once again.  Blaine is sort of dressed, standing by a naked Kurt.  Blaine retrieves Kurt's underwear and pants, holding them out to the man.  He takes them from him gently and dresses himself. Kurt kisses Blaine's cheek, and it seems like all is right in the world.

“You know what would be so hot, Blaine?”  He looks at him.  He's confident that Blaine would hang the stars in a different universe if Kurt asked him to nicely enough.  Kurt giggles.  “Nevermind.”

“Mmmm…”

“Do you want to… um, go upstairs?”  Kurt speaks, as he takes a tentative wiggle closer.

Blaine feels like he's about two years old.  He's nervous that the conversation between him and Kurt earlier was all talk to achieve the sex.  Kurt would never lead him on like that, would he?  Why would he invite him upstairs if he was leading him on?

“Yeah, sure.”  Blaine's words come out as an exhale.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”  The question hits Blaine like a ton of bricks.  There'd been no hesitation for the first fourteen weeks of their acquaintanceship, but suddenly indecision swirls all around Blaine's brain. 

Blaine stares, realizing just what Kurt's asking before raising his eyebrows toward his hairline.  He looks up at Kurt, who's waiting patiently for an answer.  He's apprehensive, as much as he wants Kurt every day of his life.  His mind wanders to the beginning, to the evolution of their relationship, from not spitting a word to complete trust.  He also remembers the first time they fucked, the pure distaste Blaine saw in Kurt's eyes afterward, kicking him to the curb only hours after he'd lost his virginity.  Believe it or not, Blaine Anderson needs someone who can take care of him not only physically but with his whole heart.

“I…do.  I definitely do, but it's not that easy, Kurt.”  His words are a rush; this talk is inevitable but he already can't wait for it to be over.

“Nothing worth it ever is.”  The man tilts his head and brushes his fingertips down Blaine's crossed arms over his chest.  “I've treated you like shit in our past because I was scared.  I was scared of the feelings you made me feel, despite all of our… differences.  The age difference is the biggest one, obviously, but we have already had this conversation. It's irrelevant to me, now.  I don't care, not anymore.”

“I'm scared that you're going to kick me out again, and it'll be worse this time because I care more than last time.”  Blaine has no idea where this conversation is going, and he's never known himself to want the things he's spilling out now.  “I've wanted you since day one, Kurt, and you know that, and I'm scared you don't feel the same.”  Blaine shrugs, as if it's not a big deal either way.

“You are so far beyond what I'd ever thought I'd want, baby.”

With that, Blaine takes the chance to close the gap between their mouths.  It's less of a kiss than a prolonged attachment to the lip.  Kurt breaks it; he has more to say.

“You do not have to worry about me not wanting you.  Not anymore.  Not ever again.  You're that unexpected glimmer of light that turns me around and I'm all disoriented and you, you're the one that leads me out of the dead end.”

Blaine smiles up at him and nods, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the door. 

“Oh, wait!  My keys are in my bag… hang on a second.”  Kurt lets go of his hand and runs to the back room to grab his belongings.  Blaine shoves his hands in his pockets while he's waiting and smiles around at the room presented in front of him.  He hisses under his breath as he sits in Kurt's chair at the Carrie Table and stares into the space where he would normally be.  He smiles without thinking, genuinely happy, and allows one ecstatic tear to fall.

Kurt re-enters the area, whirling around behind the counter and ensuring himself that they are not leaving the coffee shop in any catastrophe-prone condition, before finding his way back to Blaine in the now-dimmed lights.

“We had a pretty big day today, huh?”  Kurt places his hands on both of Blaine's shoulders and rubs down to both biceps.  “Ready to go?”

Blaine tilts his head up to look at Kurt upside down and smiles a lazy grin.  He's completely blissed out and entirely drunk on Kurt in this moment. 

“Come on.  It's much more comfortable upstairs.”  Kurt goes to the door and holds it open as Blaine rises and follows him outside then straight back inside, up the stairs, through the front door, and directly to the rear of the apartment where the bedroom waits for them both.