Feb. 18, 2015, 6 p.m.
Volunteer Angel: Chapter 22 - Waiting
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“Your dads surgery is all done, Mr Hummel. He came through it like a trouper, and you will be able to see him in about an hour. Hes in the recovery room now,” the surgeon said as he walked out of the swinging doors.
Kurt sat up straighter, Blaines hand on his back in support.
“Thank you, Dr Redding,” Kurt said politely.
“We had to do all four, but that is a good thing. Recovering from a quad bypass is similar to the triple. When we got in there, the last one also needed to be done, so we did all four. To do them all at once should take care of any problems he was having. I see no reason your dad cant eventually do all the things he enjoyed before the surgery,” the doctor continued. “Except eat all those things that are so bad for him,” Dr. Redding said. He and Kurt had many discussions with Burt about his diet and the doctor liked Kurt a lot.
“Will he be able to go back to work? My dad isnt one to sit around doing nothing. He would go nuts,” Kurt said.
“He will have to give himself time, but he will be able to do a lot of things. Well talk about it before he can go home,” Dr Redding said, then said goodbye and left. Kurt went back to the book he was reading, resting against Blaines body as they sat together in the small side room off of the main waiting area.
~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~
The night before, Blaine had helped Kurt into his bed after their shower. He was just toweling off his own hair when he heard Kurt giggling and turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised.
“What?”
“Ah...about the lightbulb...” Kurt said, his hand over his mouth as he giggled again. Kurt was lying on his bed, his nakedness covered by the sheet.
“What about it? Ill throw on some clothes and go up and get one,” Blaine promised.
“You dont have to. There are some bulbs in that closet – but there is a package of them under the sink in my bathroom, too.”
Blaines eyes narrowed as Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest, squirming on the bed as he laughed. Blaine jumped on the bed, fingers digging into Kurts ribs as he tickled him.
“Stop! Uncle! Mercy!” Kurt squealed, trying to get away from Blaines probing fingers. He was almost off the bed when Blaine grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back to the middle of the bed, straddling him and holding his wrists above him, pinned to the mattress.
Kurt stopped laughing.
Instead, his pupils dilated and he felt the prickles of the blood in his cheeks as he blushed deeply, looking up at Blaine above him. He let out a moan. Blaines arms wobbled for a moment as the realization of what they were doing hit him.
Both of them were stark naked and Blaine was now feeling the same thing he had experienced not twenty minutes before: Kurts cock coming to life under him. He let his weight down, his belly next to Kurts, thighs touching.
“Blaine...” Kurt said, almost breathless as he clenched his buttocks tightly to raise his hips and get closer to this boy on top of him. He suddenly realized how selfish he had been – letting Blaine give him the best two minutes of his life and then leaving him hard and untouched. Kurts blush deepened, but this time it was with shame.
His mind was frantically trying to recall what he could do in exchange for the most amazing roller-coaster ride of his life. Blaine was puzzled when he felt Kurts muscles give and go limp, so he let go of his wrists and sat back. Had he hurt Kurt in some way? The boy looked unhappy...
“Blaine,” was all Kurt said, sliding out from under him and reaching to turn Blaine onto his back. Blaine complied, not sure of what Kurt wanted but willing to go along with anything. He lay back on the firm mattress and waited, bracing himself for anything, even anger from the boy he loved so much.
But Kurt didnt say anything. He got a determined look on his face, his mouth a straight line, his face full of concentration as he filed through anything in his brain that sounded right in this situation – no matter how embarrassing or strange it seemed, he would make this right.
“Close your eyes, Blaine...” he whispered, touching Blaines eyelids with his fingertips.
Blaine relaxed, his eyes closed as he shifted into a comfortable position.
“Now, just think of a beautiful place. Maybe a deserted island with just the two of us on the white sand, sitting under a palm tree in the sea breeze. Or maybe a pine forest in the mountains, we could be playing in a mountain lake surrounded by nothing but the sounds of nature – little frogs and birds calling, a fawn drinking across the lake. A place we could be together and enjoy all the things around us,” Kurt said in his story-telling voice.
“What about a secret garden?” Blaine said, jumping into the game. He had dreamed of such a place where he was with Kurt. It was a particularly vivid dream, too.
“It would have a wall around it and inside would be lilacs and roses, and an old wooden swing where we could sit together and just rock back and forth as we read to each other? Maybe we could have some spot where we could hide from the world – a summer house in the deep woods where we could watch mommy birds build nests and we could hunt for mushrooms?”
“I think any of those could be wonderful, Blaine. I think we could be happy even if we were alone in the crowds of New York – getting lost on the meandering paths in Central Park, walking hand in hand while we try to find some little eclectic shop in one of the neighborhoods,” Kurt said, his eyes dreamy as he imagined being anywhere with Blaine.
“So, why did you choose those specific things? Blaine asked, shifting over to let Kurt lie down beside him.
“I...well, its silly really,” Kurt said, not wanting to elaborate on his purpose. It sounded crazy, even to his ears.
“Kurt, you know I wont laugh at you. Those things are so specific and detailed that it makes me wonder. . . but, then, maybe you just have an amazing imagination?”
“Hmmmm....” Kurt thought. “Well, thats maybe part of it – but, no it isnt just imagination. Its also dreams. Since I met you, Blaine, I have had all of those dreams. Its funny how vivid they are. I never used to remember my dreams, but now I could recite the dialogue, describe every touch...”
“Touch? I touched you in these dreams?” Blaine asked, his eyes studying Kurts face, listening intently to every word.
Kurt blushed. He had forgotten for a moment the silent promise he made to Blaine in his heart. He wanted to make Blaine feel as good as Blaine had made him feel. Maybe he could use one of the dreams now. He closed his eyes, gathered his courage, and reached to shut out the light.
In the darkness, Kurt felt better – stronger, more stable, less afraid. He snuggled closer to Blaine, feeling his body heat before he even touched their skin together.
Feeling along Blaines side, he found his hip and ran a finger down the outside of Blaines leg, down to his knee and then placed his palm on the center of his thigh and ran it back up until he was touching Blaines testicles. Blaine flinched and Kurt let go, moving over to kiss his lips for a while before trying to touch him again. Once more his hand made the trip down the outside of his leg and back up to cup his balls, not letting himself do more than barely brush against them this time. Blaine sighed.
It was just that tiny sigh that made Kurt decide to go for it. He didnt waste time on light kisses down Blaines chest or tickling little touches...no, Kurt aimed at what he wanted and landed his cheek gently on Blaines belly. He didnt leave it there for long, groping with his lips in the dark room until he found the tip of Blaines hard erection and sucked it in hard. His mouth was watering and so were his eyes as he chanted the mantra to himself: “Dont bite, dont bite”. This was so new, he wasnt sure how to do it without scraping Blaine with his teeth– and he didnt want to do that – so he slowed down.
There...that was much better. He was building the heat now, his mouth busy and his tongue curious. Kurts hand was still cupped around Blaines balls, gently stroking them. Concentrating, he felt every bit of Blaines cock, moving in and out of his mouth like a piston in an engine. Kurt was prepared to keep this up for a while, he loved the noises Blaine was making. It was as if the moans were caressing him, bringing him along with Blaine as he moved his head up and down.
“Kurt...lick around the front, just a little farther...yes....now suck...yes....yessssssssssss,” Blaine moaned, stretching his calves when they threatened to cramp as Kurt hit the exact place Blaine needed. Kurt pushed deeper, letting the tip go as far down his throat as he could and then suddenly his mouth was filling with warm liquid and he was choking. Blaine was groaning loudly, his hands wrapped in the sheet as he shut his eyes, his body pulsing as he shook through the end of his climax.
They held each other for a minute, catching their collective breath and Kurt got up slowly, pulling the sheet back over Blaine.
He hurried to the bathroom, shutting the door and then cursing as he remembered the light was burned out. He walked over to the sink, feeling the edge and leaning over and spit out the warm salty liquid that filled his mouth. He turned on the sink, letting the cool water fill his cupped hand and filling it over and over, rinsing his mouth, spitting the water into the sink.
He felt along the edge of the counter and found the basket with folded wash cloths in it. He took one out, ran it under warm water and wrung it out, using it to wipe himself clean.
He wasnt sure whether to feel more shame that he couldnt hold it when Blaine shouted his name and moaned into his orgasm or that he could not force himself to swallow. It wasnt that he felt a repulsion to the semen. It didnt have much taste, just salty and a tiny bit bitter – but he could not force his throat to open.
This was the worst feeling. He loved Blaine. He thought Blaine was sexy and gorgeous and intelligent and fashionable and a million other things. He could not find a fault in him at all. Kurt had been a little shy about having intimacy with another boy, no matter how much his raging teen hormones interfered with his sense of propriety, but with Blaine it was what he thought about all the time. Kissing, hugging, touching, and even fucking. He wanted Blaine. So, why couldnt he swallow? And more than that – did Blaine know?
He wasnt going to find out standing in here. He got another washcloth, rinsed and wrung it out and walked back into the bedroom.
“Hey, Lover Boy,” Blaine said, his voice sounding sleepy.
“Hi. I brought you a warm washcloth. Here...” Kurt said, first washing Blaines face. He smoothed the cloth over his forehead, down his neck and then washed his stomach and lower. He laughed when Blaine did as he washed his cock, feeling the softness as he held it in his hand, knowing what Blaine had felt earlier. And knowing how much he was falling in love with Blaine Anderson.
~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~
“It shouldnt be much longer,” Carole said, walking into the small side room off of the main waiting room. They had sort of set up camp there, bringing in salads for lunch and finding ways to spend the time as they waited for Burts surgeon to give them word.
Kurt sat back down on the sofa and slid off his boat shoes before curling his legs up beside him. Blaine sat on the other side, his Italian leather loafers next to Kurts shoes. He sat back, pulling Kurt into his embrace and putting his chin over Kurts shoulder.
“Do you want to read some more while we wait?” Blaine asked.
“Sure,” Kurt replied, sounding distracted. He took their book off of the side table and found the bookmark. Opening to the page they had last read, he cleared his voice and started reading from The Fault In Our Stars:
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Hazel asked.
Augustus half smiled. “Because youre beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” A brief awkward silence ensued.
“I know how Gus felt,” Kurt whispered into Blaines ear, smiling. Blaine moved his arms just a bit to get a better hold on Kurt and settled down into the soft cushions.
Around an hour later, the CNA came to get Kurt.
“You can come with me to see your father now, Mr Hummel,” she said.
“Thank you. Just me or can his girlfriend come, too?” Kurt asked and the woman frowned a bit.
“I am so sorry, but one at a time,” she said. “Your dad is not strong enough for two but Ill be back in a little while and you can come see him when Mr Hummel here is done,” the CNA said, addressing Carole. The uniformed woman didnt look happy and Kurt imagined it was hard to deny people access when their loved ones were in the recovery room.
“Dad?” Kurt said in a stage whisper.
Burt blinked his eyes and tried to focus on Kurt. He couldnt, but moved his hand to hold Kurts. They just shared the quiet together, Kurt keeping calm as he saw the twinkle in his fathers eye was still there.
“Dont try to talk,” Kurt said when he realized that Burt was opening his mouth and no sound came out. Kurt patted his hand. He stayed a little while longer, then asked one of the nurses to get Carole. He wanted her to see his dad before he was back asleep. Waiting by the bed, holding his dads hand, he told his dad how much he loved him and that he would be back in the morning. He placed a kiss on his dads forehead and left.
Carole patted his arm as they passed in the hall, telling him she would see him in the morning again. Kurt hugged her and walked back down the hall to Blaines waiting arms.
~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~
“Dad is coming home later today,” Kurt said, holding the phone close to his ear. He had called Blaine, who was at Dalton picking up their homework.
“Oh, Im so glad. I know hes going to be feeling great to be out of that hospital,” Blaine said.
“Whats all that noise in the background?” Kurt asked, trying to hear Blaine above it.
“I think its a food fight? Im outside the dining hall and whatever the shouting is about, its coming from there. I was looking for Wes or Jeff or someone to ask about whats up with the Warblers this week.”
“Oh...I thought maybe you were at a party,” Kurt joked.
“No. Just finished picking up all the paperwork and things and then Ill check in with one of the guys about what songs were working on and . . . oh, I had a message to talk to Headmaster Ethridge. Then Ill be on my way. Can I stop and get groceries or something before I get there?”
“No. I made minestrone soup and there is some pita bread and hummus...I think that should be enough for supper. Dads appetite isnt very good so Im trying to make things that dont have to have much salt. Oh, maybe you could stop at one of the farmers markets and get some fresh fruit if you see any?” Kurt suggested.
“No problem. Ill see you in a few hours,” Blaine said. “And, Kurt? You know I am so proud of all youve done for your dad. You are the best son a father could ever ask for and I know he appreciates you.”
“Oh...thank you, Blaine...thank you,” Kurt said softly. He tried so hard and it was balm to his sore heart to know someone recognized how hard he was trying.
Blaine put his phone in his pocket and walked into the dining hall, dodging a dinner roll as it came flying across the room at him.
“Blainers!” he heard from Trent across the room. Suddenly he was surrounded by the group, all reaching out to pat his shoulder or to ask how Kurt and Mr Hummel were doing. Blaine sat down and the boys quieted down as Blaine told them about the surgery and how each of them was coping. He got a lot of support, all of them wanting to help their fellow choir members in some way. After a bit more conversation, Blaine got up to go. He had to see the headmaster before he could get back to Lima and Kurt. Every one of the Warblers hugged him and sent their best wishes to Kurt and Mr Hummel.
“The headmaster will see you now,” the secretary said, smiling at Blaine. She thought he was such a nice looking boy with polite manners and couldnt imagine why he had been called into the heads office, but it wasnt really her concern.
Blaine walked in after tapping on the door.
“Good afternoon, Headmaster Ethridge, how are you today?” Blaine asked.
“Im fine, Mr Anderson. I trust you are the same.”
Blaine nodded.
“A matter has been brought before my desk and although it may be the area of your advisor to talk this over with you, I felt it was something of grave importance and decided to speak to you myself,” he said, taking up a pencil and tapping it on his desk.
“Is something wrong? Is it my family?” Blaine asked, feeling a bit more anxious.
“No, nothing like that. Well, not directly. Its about your leave of absence. I understand you are helping Kurt Hummel because of his fathers heart surgery. The problem that has been brought to my attention is that there was no parental permission for this. I have tried to contact your parents, but was unable to do so. I have also attempted to contact your brother as he has legal guardianship over you, but I am still awaiting a return call.
“This has tied my hands. Now, most of the boys here are under the guardianship of the school, and I acted on that assumption. For now, Im very sorry to tell you that you need to stay here in class until I can get this straightened out, Blaine,” the man said, “And if there is something I can do to help Kurt Hummel, you can come speak to me. I will try to get this expedited and you can join Kurt in Lima.”
“Thank you, Headmaster,” Blaine said, twisting his fingers in agitation. Now how could he help Kurt? “Does that include the weekends?”
“No. I have a letter from your brother stipulating that you may accompany Kurt Hummel to his house in Lima from Friday after classes to Monday morning. It does not, however, include the days when class is in session. Im sorry,” he told the student. The boy nodded.
Blaine got up, shook hands with the school administrator, and left. He sighed. Well, hed drive over to Kurts and deliver the paperwork, then be back Monday morning for classes. Hed try to contact Cooper in the mean time.
~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~
Kurt heard the front door open and got up from the sofa in the family room. His dad had just been able to fall asleep and he didnt want anyone disturbing him. Just as he turned the corner to the hallway, Blaine caught him up in his arms.
“Kurt...” Blaine sighed into his boyfriends neck, so glad to have him in his arms again.
“Oh, Blaine. Im so happy to see you,” Kurt said.
“Hows your dad? Did he get settled in?” Blaine asked and they talked about Burt for a while.
Blaine followed Kurt into the kitchen, their voices quiet so as not to wake Burt.
“Hes in on his recliner – fell asleep watching a soccer game. I think hes doing better now that hes in his own home again,” Kurt said, a small smile playing across his face at the thought.
“Im glad to hear that. I bet you being here might have a bit to do with that,” Blaine said as he opened the bags and removed some peaches and two small pints baskets of blackberries. “Here, I thought these would go well together.”
Kurt grinned. He loved fresh peaches. Taking one, he took a big bite out of it, the juice dripping down his chin. When he took the second bite, Blaine could not stop himself – he leaned forward, licking the juice trail up to Kurts lips and kissed him. He kissed him deep, tasting the peach and growling as he grabbed Kurts shoulders and pulled him close.
“Youre delicious,” Blaine whispered in Kurts ear, moving his kisses to run down his neck and across the collarbone that wasnt covered by Kurts boatneck shirt.
Kurt put his head back, delighting in the shivers that made goose-flesh on his arm as his laugh tinkled like a bell.
“I think Ill just have you for dessert, okay?” Blaine whispered again. Kurt felt the heat in his belly as his skinny jeans got a bit tighter.
“I need to get supper on the table, but Ill entertain your request afterwards,” Kurt said and came close, kissing Blaines neck and nibbling his jaw until he was poised to strike – and stuck his very wet tongue in Blaines ear.
“EEEEeeeeeppppppppppp!” Blaine squeaked, jumping back and staring at Kurt with malice.
“Kurt,” he squealed, “That was unfair...Ick!”
“Oh, Blaine...that wasnt what you wanted?” Kurt teased, giggling as he walked around the kitchen island to turn the fire under the soup lower. He didnt want scorched soup.
Blaine came up in back of him and put his hands on Kurts shoulders, turning him around. He hugged him close and got on his toes to reach Kurts ear.
“Babe, if I wanted you to stick something hot, wet, and hard inside me, my ear would not be my first choice,” he said in a low, sexy voice. Then kissed Kurt with a passion and turned to walk back into the family room to check on Burt before setting the table. Kurt stood in front of the stove, his mouth still gaping open.
~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~
Supper was quiet but good. Carole and Finn had come and Burt felt good enough to sit at the table to eat. After spending most of the day dozing in his recliner, he was happy to have the company and conversation.
“So, youll be on this leave of absence thing until the end of next week, right?” Burt asked.
“Yes. All of our teachers agreed to let us do the work at home. I do have to be there for a test next Thursday, but other than that I can be here with you,” Kurt smiled at his dad, overjoyed to have him home once again.
“The visiting nurse will be here tomorrow and you two can make whatever schedule you want – but I dont want your grades to drop. Okay?” Burt said, looking between the two boys.
“No, it didnt last time I stayed home to take care of you, Dad. It wont this time.”
“Well, you werent going to Dalton last time, but I believe in you. Just let someone know if you feel youre starting to lose your grip. I dont want my health to be the cause for you slipping in your grades, son.”
Kurt gave his dad a supportive smile and reached out and squeezed his hand.
Kurt told his dad all the things he had done to ensure everything went smoothly from Hank taking over the management of the shop to his latest trip to the grocery store. Burt mostly just nodded his head. He knew Kurt needed to get it out, so he listened.
The talk went into Caroles move to the Hummel house and Kurt had a side conversation with Finn about making the old guest room into his bedroom.
By the end of supper, they were all quiet. Carole offered to take Burt up to bed and Finn helped Blaine clear the table. They got the kitchen put away in record time, Finn left to go hang out with his friends and Kurt and Blaine went down to Kurts bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, Kurt looked in Blaines eyes. He had wanted to lose himself in Blaine all day and it had been hard to keep those emotions at bay. He was so happy that they were together in the same room once again.
“Kurt, I need to talk to you about something,” Blaine said. He had dreaded this discussion all day, but knew he couldnt put it off any longer. He had to be back at Dalton Monday morning, so they only had tonight, Saturday, and Sunday morning. Blaine was leaving Sunday afternoon.
“Whats up? You look so serious, Blaine. Is there something wrong?”
“Well, yes. Its complicated. You know I told you I had to talk to the headmaster? He told me that since my parents gave guardianship papers to Cooper instead of the school itself, that they cant let me stay here during the week. They couldnt contact my folks or Coop – which means I have to leave Sunday evening for Dalton. I am so sorry....he was sorry, too, but what can we do?” Blaine said, cringing inside wondering just how angry Kurt was going to get.
“Oh. Well, I guess there is nothing to do for it. Wait, wheres Coop?” Kurt asked.
“I called a friend of his and Frank told me Coop and a few other students are on a field trip of sorts to Belize for a week to look at how they set up field clinics. Thats the gist of it anyway. Hes not in a place I can reach him right now but Headmaster Ethridge said he would keep trying. In the mean time, he said I had to stay at Dalton during the week. I understand, but I dont like it. At all,” Blaine hung his head.
“Maybe not, but its what we have to do. You cant have a police record or anything because you ran away, Blaine. Dont worry, Ill be fine,” Kurt tried to reassure him.
“I know...but I promised I would help and Im not going to be much help if Im 70 miles away from you,” Blaine said with clenched teeth.
Kurt rubbed his shoulder and then snuggled closer.
“Ill be fine. Here,” Kurt said, standing up to reach down a stuffed animal from his shelf. He handed Blaine Jester Cat, knowing it was a small thing, but heartfelt. Jester Cat was the toy Blaine won for him at Dalton Days.
“I cant take this from you, Kurt, you sleep with it!”
“Yes, you can. Just pretend youre sleeping with me,” Kurt joked, smiling at his boyfriend.
“Im going to worry about you, Kurt. Message me twenty times an hour and dont forget to study. We can study together over Skype maybe?” Blaine suggested. He was going to hate being so far away.
“Lets just go to bed and cuddle, okay?” Blaine asked. He was getting so upset, he thought close contact would help him to feel good. Blaine slid off his shoes and curled up next to Kurt, touching his skin wherever he could.
“Im so worn out now I think I just need to get some sleep. I think everything will look better in the morning. Maybe we can figure something out,” Blaine said, trying for casual reassurance but coming out with sad loser.
“Im glad I have you, Blaine. You mean the world to me,” Kurt said. They held each other tight, turned off the light and fell asleep. Tomorrow would be another day and who knew – Headmaster might be able to find Blaines parents or Cooper and get permission. Some days the rules seemed to choke Headmaster Ethridge, but he was trying.
Blaine had been upset all day about having to return to Lima with the bad news, but being this close to Kurt made him forget the sting of it. At least for tonight.