May 24, 2013, 6:39 a.m.
When Sky is Watching Over Us: Chapter 12 Part 2
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It's Thursday and Blaine was terrified. He was anxious and jittery and sweating. And it certainly wasn't because of his big track meet. He had dialed his aunt's number but hadn't called yet. Not because he was afraid to ask her what he was about to ask her, but because he really couldn't believe this was happening in the first place.
Kurt was ready to be intimate with him, more intimate than they had been before. It meant touching Kurt, really touching him. In places he'd only ever dreamed about. And having Kurt touch him, and explore him. I mean sure, they had touched each other. Had grazed with their fingertips, and grasped with their palms. Had held on tightly while rocking to completion... But there was so much more he wanted to try, to do with and to Kurt. Intimacy isn't just about sex. He wanted to completely worship Kurt, because Kurt deserved it. Kurt was gorgeous. Beautiful in body, mind and spirit. He needed time. Time to show Kurt just how much he meant to him. And just how much it means that Kurt trusts him with everything. He wasn't just gonna ask Aunt B for a night, He needed at least the weekend.
As he pressed the call button on his cell the terror seeped out of him and was replaced with joy. Overwhelming, unadulterated joy. There was nothing to be terrified about. He loved Kurt with everything, and by some fuck up; this amazing boy loves him that way too. He'd like to really thank whoever fucked up.
"B?" His aunt's voice drifted through the speaker.
"Hey Aunt Bella!" Blaine said with a smile.
"B!!! How's my favorite nephew?" She gushed.
"I'm doing great Aunt B."
"And are you treating my nephew in law well?" Blaine chuckled at the question.
"Actually, that kinda has something to do with what I'm calling for." Blaine said. He paused a bit.
"Well spit it out B." She said this jokingly, but then her voice took on a serious trusting tone. "You know you can tell me anything."
Blaine let out a sigh. "Can Kurt and I please use your place after the meet tomorrow, you know, for some well earned alone time?"
"Well sure. Was that all? I get the feeling this was too much of a big production for that to be all."
Aunt B was right. She knew him to a tee and he couldn't escape her, never could.
"Umm. I was thinking. Can we get it for the weekend?"
"Ahh. Now we reach the crux of the matter." Bella said with a smile.
Her little Blaine was growing up. Has grown up. She had this connection with this little boy from the first time she held him in the hospital and he looked at her with his doe eyes, and his copious amount of curls, even then. This connection she couldn't even explain to herself sometimes. She loved Cooper, no doubt about it. She was close to Cooper, in their own way. But Blaine was more of a son than anything else to her. Maybe it was the fact that she had given him his name, and that every step of Blaine's life that she couldn't be there for hurt her and that Blaine would call and fill her in on anything that happened in his day when he was younger. She was the one that pushed Janet to consider Dalton when Janet told her that Blaine came out to her. Bella had suspected as much, but she was waiting for her nephew to confirm. He had stopped telling her about his days very abruptly and she was worried about the strain he tried to hide in his voice over the phone. She wasn't oblivious to the world around her, she wasn't gonna sit back and watch him tortured.
What was most shocking for her, was that not one of the three of them had told her what Dan was doing to them. Maybe because she was a lawyer. She doesn't know. Maybe because they knew she'd kick his ass despite being a lawyer. Janet wanted her family to work, that much was obvious. Maybe the boys did too. She remembered a time when Dan was charming and patient with Janet and playful and loving to the boys. And if Dan changed all that because his son was gay, or because his sons grew up, and would kick his ass if he harmed their mother again like he used to (that she definitely didn't know about!), then he was a sorry ass simulation of a man. She is proud of her sister for getting out, and coming to her to start drafting divorce papers, the moment he threatened the safety of her kid though. Because she would have gone ape shit if he had hurt Blaine. Her Blaine. Her sweet little adorable Blaine was now asking for her house keys to spend a weekend alone with his boyfriend. Yes he was grown up. Has turned out to be the man she'd always wanted him to be. Kind, compassionate, giving and strong. There was only one answer to this question.
"Have you got enough condoms and lube?" She could hear Blaine spluttering at the other end of the line. Yep, that was the right answer.
A notification popped up on Greg Strand's desktop from his email. What could this be now? Airsure Airlines? Oh! Oh right! That's the information the chief asked him for. Though why the chief would want this was beyond him. He did a background check when the chief gave him some details on one Cooper Anderson a couple weeks ago. There was nothing. Kid was clean as a whistle and doing quite well for himself. So why would the chief be keeping tabs on his flight activity? Well he was just a junior officer, and not at liberty to question the motives of the chief. After all, the chief was a reasonable man. He doesn't know him to be cruel. So this could be all innocent right? Well, it wasn't even his place to speculate, just to courier info. So he will do just that. He printed out the flight information and headed to the chief's office.
Daniel Anderson was sitting around his beautifully made oak desk in his richly decorated CEO office. His name was on a plaque on the desk and in shinning gold letters on the door. Right outside the door to the left was his blonde blue eyed, extremely leggy bombshell of a secretary, who would do anything he asks of her. For all intents and purposes, any man he knew should be happy with what he had right now. Instead he was sitting at his desk, steadily losing his patience and his mind. His need for control had never been stronger. The fact that there was apart of his life running amuck gnawed at him. His father would be displeased. It has been weeks upon weeks. Nothing. Janet was successfully duping him. And he doesn't like to be duped by anyone much less a woman. But Janet was no ordinary woman; Janet had her wits about her. When he finds her, and that's a definite when, he'll have to put on a pretty convincing show if he was ever to achieve what he needed to. His office phone rung.
"Mr. Anderson." His secretary chirped.
"Yes Fiona." He replied.
"John is on the line, shall I patch him through? He said he couldn't get your cell phone." Fiona retorted. Dan looked down on his cell phone. It was out. The battery had gone down and he wasn't even aware. God this was killing him.
"It's ok Fiona, patch him through. And get me one of the boys from tech, tell them I need a universal charger. I seem to have forgotten mine."
"Right away Mr. Anderson." She retorted.
He had to give it up to her. She was nothing if not professional when at work. But turned in to a feisty little minx whenever he wanted.
"Fiona, be ready to leave precisely 30 mins after I exit the building today. Usual procedure."
"Of course Mr. Anderson." She retorted.
He then heard the customary click the indicated the switch in lines.
"Dan?" John's voice filtered through phone line.
"What's up J? Have you got anything for me?"
"What hell is wrong with your cell, I've been calling."
"I'm sorry, the battery gave out. What's up?"
"Well, I found out Cooper is going back to Lima this Friday."
"This Friday? As in tomorrow Friday?"
"Yes. He booked the ticket Tuesday, but confirmed it today." John paused. "What are you going to do?"
Dan started to formulate a plan. He'll just have to head to Lima and follow his eldest to see just what the hell he's getting up to. Why is he flying to Lima all these times? It couldn't be just to visit Bella. So frequently? No. Something is definitely up.
"I'm not gonna do anything. For now I'm just gathering information. Thanks for all your help J."
"No sweat Dan, just get your shit together. And be a decent father and husband."
"Yeah yeah. Do you ever get tired of singing the same tune J?"
"Not when I'm right Dan." John retorted. "I've got to go. Will I see you later? It's pool night remember. You missed the game last week, Fisher said it's because you knew he'd kick your ass." John chuckled at his statement.
"Well tell Fisher and the other guys that I'm taking a rain check. I have a tad bit of business to take care of. See you soon and thanks again J."
He hung up the phone feeling a bit lighter. He was gonna get to the bottom of this. And hope some how it leads him to Janet. He clicked on his intercom.
"Fiona, change of plans. Have Marcia pack an overnight bag for me, and tell Paul to get the car ready."
" I'm on it Sir."
"Oh. And meet me in conference room 9 in 10 mins.
"Sure thing, Mr. Anderson."
Now that's how he liked his women. Obedient. Now if he could get his wife and children to behave like this, he wouldn't have a problem at all.
Friday. THE day. And Kurt wasn't nervous at all. He woke up feeling completely energized and happy. Packing an elaborate overnight bag, plenty of "just in case" items. So much so that a regular person might be able to live a week with the necessities in said bag. He wore Blaine's letterman Jacket instead of his own sweater today, it smelled strongly of sandalwood and cinnamon and coffee and something that's inexplicably Blaine. He was riding a high that no one could get him down from. Not the snide remarks and glares he got, not the fact that he had calculus right before lunch, nothing killed his high. He was sitting in the cafeteria with Blaine beside him and his girls across from him, and he was beaming. Blaine unwound his arms from around him and pecked him on the cheek.
"Gotta go sweetie, coach will flatten me if I am late." He whispered into Kurt's ear.
He moved his hands over the sleeves of his jacket. He loved seeing Kurt in his jacket. It invoked a primal possessive feeling inside him, something that screamed "Mine!" His eyes darkened as he started to picture what could possibly take place over the weekend. Two nights and three days of having Kurt all to himself, no distractions or interruptions, nothing to be done, no one to take care of, just them... Jeez Blaine, thinking about this when you are about to put on some very tight track shorts was not a good idea! He captured Kurt's lips intensely, trying to convey his anticipatory mood. Swiping his tongue on Kurt's lower lip and effectively steeling the breath right out of him. He could feel Kurt gasp and respond and he smiled into the kiss. He let Kurt come up to share his air, rested their foreheads together and whispered "Later" against Kurt's lips. It wasn't just a simple sign of departure. It was two syllables loaded with pleasurable implications, laced with the promise of something amazing. Something in the pit of Kurt's stomach flared at the word. Blaine then jumped up and bounded off towards the locker room.
Kurt tried unsuccessfully not to stare at his ass. He had to get his thoughts together, he was meeting his parents, Blaine's mom and aunt and Cooper in a few minutes to lead them to the bleachers. He could not be flustered and red as a tomato, because his
Boyfriend just turned his knees to jelly. Mercedes widened the permanent smirk she had on her face since she met up with him in the morning.
"Just make sure I'm the first to know every detail boo!" She said happily.
After Cooper nearly crushes him in a tackle hug screaming "KURT!!!" and Aunt Bells had pulled him off screaming "DON'T CRUSH MY NEPHEW IN LAW COOP!!!" and Janet, Burt and Carole had all chuckled at the display, they were seated at the very front row of the bleachers. The rest of the gang spread out behind them and they very easily took up two rows.
"Hey Kurt." Noah called from his place beside Becks. "When's Anderson's race starting? I mean how does this shit even work?" Noah paled a tad bit as all the adults looked at him for the curse, though Aunt Bella was smirking. This kid had moxie!
Kurt ignored the curse and the looks. That was just Noah. Instead he answered the question.
"Well he has been working on distance and endurance, but he's awesome at speed so he decided to do both the 200m and the 100m. They usually do the 100 before the 200, but they are doing it reverse today for whatever reason, I have no clue. Up first is the 400m so we have to wait a little bit." Everyone stared at Kurt, not expecting him to know this much at all about the sport. Kurt looked pleased that he at least remembered it all. He had really taken an interest in it. It made Blaine happy, and he planned to be apart of anything that makes Blaine happy.
"And the award for painstakingly listening to your boyfriend go on and on about sports and actually retaining said information goes to Kurt Hummel!" Sare exclaimed.
Sky laughed loudly at the declaration. And a few others joined in.
"Okay, okay hush it's starting." Kurt tried hard to hide his little smile.
There was a voice on the speaker announcing for the participants of the 400m to take their places. But there was a buzzing on the field. A boy in McKinley colours was being violently sick in a bucket. Coach Beiste was helping him out, holding back his blonde bangs and making soothing motions.
"Wait is that our runner for the 400?" Sky inquired.
"Well not any more. He looks in no condition to even walk much less run." Davy answered from beside her.
"Oh no, what are they gonna do?" Sue chirped in.
Darryl looked over his glasses to see the field and said, "Well it looks like they are getting Blaine to do it."
"WHAT?" The declarations came from two different sources, Janet and Kurt.
"He can do it. It will be a cake walk for him." Cooper said confidently.
"But Blaine told me that the 400 is one of the hardest disciplines for a runner more apt for speed. Which he is. He didn't even train for this! Are they trying to kill him?!?!" Kurt said panicking and looking like he was about to jump the railing and head unto the field.
"Don't worry Kurt. He used to do the 400 along with the other two. He stopped though, said it got really tough. But I think he can pull this off today, at least to get McKinley in the top three." Janet replied trying to soothe Kurt, though she was still looking a little apprehensive herself.
"I'm with Cooper on this one." Aunt Bella said. "B has this. He too determined and stubborn not to."
The voice came over the speaker informing everyone of the line up change and that the boy who was originally supposed to participate had a stomach virus.
"Hey Servite is here." Sky whispered into Kurt's ear. Kurt's eyes narrowed as he tried to find the all too familiar face in the sea of yellow and black that were the colours of Servite. Where is he? Was he not participating again? Before Kurt could really get his hopes up, there was Sebastian. The boy irked him in every way. Luckily there was not time to dwell. The 400 hundred was about to start and now Blaine had to run a lap around the field. An event he wasn't even training for. Hang in there Blaine.
Blaine wasn't too sure about this. It's been a while since he'd done this event. It's not something you should just jump into lightly. It could take away the strategy he worked out for his other two races. But McKinley needed him. It's not Ron's fault that he ate a suspicious tuna salad from the cafeteria at lunchtime. He'd just have to do his best for the team.
The voice on the speakers called for quiet as they set themselves in the blocks. Before you knew it they were off. Blaine paced himself, he had two more events and must conserve. He'd build up his speed endurance and distance running but he wasn't superman, he can't turn a switch on and off when it came on to this. Coming off the first bend Blaine was in the lead. He expected that, it was the first 100m, he's a 100m runner at his core. He breathed in and out normalizing everything. As they got to the second bend, Blaine was pretty sure that he would win. Did these 400m runners even train? Ron would have found this easier than practice. As he pulled into the straight he realized that he didn't even have to put on an extra burst speed at the end to make sure he won. He only had to cruise in and McKinley would be through for the 400. He crossed the finish line to an enormous roar from the crowd. Well that was unexpected. He turned to the bleachers and waved to his "cheering section" and then trotted off to get ready for the 200m.
"See. I told you he'd be fine. He looked like he didn't even need to exert any energy at all." Aunt Bella puffed.
"Well more power to him because one trip around that field would have killed me!" Becks said.
"I know, I know." Kurt said "But even if it was a walk in the park for him, it still is taxing. The guys he's going up against in these other races are fresh. They only usually have one event each. And he's done so well in this now, that I'm sure the coach will want him to continue. Can he handle that much stress?"
Kurt was having a mini panic attack. Before anyone could reassure him, the voice on the speaker came on again telling them the winner of the 400 ("Blaine Anderson, William McKinley High!") and calling the names for the 200m.
"And now he has the 200m right after?" Sky asked disgruntled. "He doesn't even get to rest!! This is bullsh- crap!" She stopped mid curse to glares from both her father and Kurt. However. Kurt had the same concern.
"That's my point." Kurt agreed. Hang in there baby, you can do it. Kurt chanted the words like a mantra in his head.
Blaine sat on the grass near the event tent in the middle of the field. Maybe he should reconsider doing all three events. After the unexpected 400, the 200 was his walk in the park and he cruised across the finish line, proud and just barely out of breath. He executed his curve well and that was really his biggest concern in training. However he could feel a little fatigue settle in his body. He just did a lap and a half back-to-back. Which is much like training but with actual competitors whom you actually have to beat. So while he is reconsidering all three events, his body is reconsidering what training for the three events did to him.
"Well bravo Mr. Anderson. 400 and 200, wins in both, aren't you the over achiever." A snide smug voice roused him from his inner turmoil. Sebastian.
"Hi Sebastian. Don't you need to get ready for the 100?"
"Don't you? That's what I thought you originally ran. But you seem to have broadened your horizons. As a competitor I'm exceedingly happy because it means you'll have less energy when you are competing against me. But as a future boyfriend prospect, I have to say I'm quite worried."
The last line would have been sincere if it weren't for the smugness injected into his every word, his every action.
"Future boyfr- look Sebastian, I've told you this before, I do have a boyfriend, one who makes me happy. Happier than I thought I ever could be." Blaine's eyes turned wistful and his mouth dragged itself into a small smile. "And I really think this is it. It's the forever kind of love. So, though I am flattered, I'm not in need of future boyfriend prospects."
"Well just in case this isn't "it", keep this in you track shorts." Sebastian said handing Blaine a card with his number on it, undeterred by anything Blaine had said moments ago. He winked at Blaine and then turned to go take his place in the line up.
"He won't take no for an answer will he." Blaine said to himself and he ripped the card in half and stood up to go take his place in line. His body protesting a little.
As he settled into the block of his lane, the voice over the speaker announced the line up for the final event of the day, the 100 m. This is really the race Blaine was looking forward to. True, he does feel a little more fatigued than he would have liked. But he can do this. This is his event. Instead of feeling worked up, as he so often was when he had to do the dreaded 3 events, he was oddly relaxed, calm. As he turned toward the stands he could see Kurt's smile from the track and thinks he knows the reason for his calm. Kurt just brings out the best in him. The fatigue he felt before this melted away from his body. No matter how he does here, he knows Kurt will still love him. He will still have his family, his friends. They will still support him. Cheer just as hard if he were coming in 8th place. He's a lucky bastard. Some people go through life without this kind of support system. He is grateful for it..
He crouched into the starting position after the voice prompted them to do so.
"Set." He eased his body into the set up position. His body moved fluidly through the well-practiced motions. He heard the gun fire and immediately sprung into action entering his acceleration phase easily. Head down, eyes seeing nothing except his shoes and the track. He tried to transition as quickly as possible into his drive phase, which is where power in his legs and core would show. His leg turn over was fast, his body having forgotten all signs of fatigue. And he got that feeling again. The feeling of flight, freedom, of immortality. He moved out of transition and into his drive phase. Head held up, looking straight down the track at the finish line. The feeling is in full reign now. All he can think about is how he feels like he's been lifted, like his feet are barely touching the track. He feels superhuman. He powered through the line, winning his third event of the day, in 9.80 sec. So much for fatigue. These times were unheard of for a high school youngster. He was just built for speed. He started running towards Kurt, just now realizing the amount of noise that was actually coming from the whole bleacher section and not just from his family and friends. As he ran over he registered the expressions on Kurt's face. He sees pride and relief and happiness and awe. But most of all, he registered love. So much love. Love he'd happily drown in. Inviting waves and waves of it to crash over him. And really who was he to have someone as amazing as Kurt be in love with him? A lucky bastard. That's what he was. He reached the partition, jumped it and dragged Kurt up into his arms and gave him with wettest most intense kiss he ever could. Because Kurt is the only being that can make him experience all he does while running and more, just by thinking about him. Kurt is everything.
The troubled man watched from the shadows. Following Cooper had led him to the jackpot. He had watched as Cooper picked up Bella from her house and then picked up Janet from some hospital. Had watched as they made their way to a public high school, had seen when they got out of the car and was greeted but a boy he didn't know that led them to the steadily filling bleachers. He then watched his son run all his races, winning each one. Watched his wife cheer with more joy than he'd seen in years. Watched his eldest jump up and down for his little brother. Watched them surrounded by people who seemed happy to have them there. They've built a whole other life without him. Free from his influences and his interferences. It made his blood boil. This was his family. His. Who the fuck do they think they are? Who said they could be doing anything at all without him, to be laughing and joking like they had no cares in the world, like they forgot he existed? But then his son jumped the partition and kissed the same boy he didn't know. His eyes narrowed to slits at that and anger pulsed through him.
"Well Janet, boys, you should have known you couldn't hide from me forever."
Comments
This was really good. I love how Blaine was nervous as he was setting the plans for the weekend up and then how he just let all the nerves go because he realized all the joy that Kurt brought to him. I love how they are both willing to show their relationship at the school even if they are at risk of being tormented. Sky and her friends are really a lot of fun and I always find myself laughing at something they say. I officially hate Sebastian and Mr. Anderson and hope that they get what's coming to them. I can't wait to read the last part of chapter 12.
Hi again! lol! THANK YOU!!!! That was kind of what I wanted to convey with Blaine and Kurt, so I'm so thrilled you said that! Sky's and her friends come naturally because my friends and I are not what you would call, umm, sane. :-D I try to kind of reign in the crazy actually!!! Yep I hate Seb and Dan too. I hate Dan more than Seb to be honest! Seb is just smarmy, Dan is... umm... crazy. And not the good kind at all! You're awesome for reading and reviewing!!!!