Convene

Blaine widened his eyes and took in a deep breath taking in the delicate details of Kurt’s face beside the door. A smile crept on the other boys lips as he pulled the door open wider and gestured for the curly headed boy to walk in. Blaine gave a small smile and took careful steps into the large room closing the door behind him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. It was almost as if he didn’t notice his surroundings. The fact that the room was painted in wide windows draped in light curtains next to the grand fireplace and multiple large leather couches that sank onto the rugs that covered the wooden floors below the hanging chandelier. It didn’t matter. Kurt. He’s right there in front of him. His hair rustled to the side, his cheeks flushed into a light pink, and his gorgeous bright eyes peeking through his fragile eyelashes. His clothing was lightly wrapped around his body defining every feature that sent Blaine’s head whizzing and took him back to the times they sang with the Warblers at Dalton Academy.  It took him back to the times they would lay on Kurt's bed ignoring homework to read the latest Glamour magazines. It took him back to the times they would stare up at the stars and talk about what it would be like to be one. They would spend hours planning their futures and how they would both be in each other’s lives. The times Blaine would daydream about Kurt every chance he could and how whenever they greeted, Kurt would squeeze him into a bone crunching hug taking every bit of breath out of him. Almost as much as the breath that got knocked out of him as he watched Kurt. It was him. All here.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked staring at the other man in confusion.

“Hm?” Blaine smiled, Kurt’s face looks so cute scrunched up like that, he thought to himself.

“I asked if you’d like a glass of water”. Blaine blushed giving a tiny nod as he stuffed his hands deep into his pockets turning his gaze to the ground.

“Q!” Kurt shouted in the woman’s direction as Quinn rolled her eyes gathering the extra scraps of fabrics that scattered across the floor into a neat pile. She then stiffly straitened herself and headed towards the kitchen obeying his orders.

“So Quinn’s your assistant now?” Blaine asked taking a hand out of his pocket and gripping the cool glass of water Quinn handed him then lifted it to his lips nervously sipping the drink.

Kurt nodded and crossed his arms looking at her as she walked to the couch, “She can be a pain sometimes but she’s good at what she does… and my best friend”.

Quinn lifted her eyebrows at Kurt from across the room, “Wow, how thoughtful,” she said sarcastically and draped a coat over her arm and crossed the room reaching towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Kurt asked as the assistant turned the knob of the door and pulled it open.

“Out,” she called mono toned and closed the door behind her.

“See? A pain,” Kurt laughed as he heard the door click closed. Blaine chuckled lightly returning his eyes to Kurt who stared at his shoes then lifted his head to the other man, “How have you been doing?”

Blaine let out a heavy sigh and shifted his feet, “I hate my job,” he laughed dropping and shaking his head. Kurt frowned and let his arms dangle at his side as the man met his eyes, “but, it pays well and they… they accept me there,” Blaine added clearing his throat and paused tapping his fingertips on the glass in his hand. They accepted Blaine because he wasn’t a dreamer, though he was great at his job, he just went through the motions. Work felt meaningless to him. It was almost as if earning money to help him survive wasn’t enough; he wanted to do something with his life. Blaine reached into his pocket digging out a folded up newspaper. “Today, I saw an article about you in the paper,” he said handing it to Kurt who hesitantly opened it, “it says you, uh, lost your collection on the plane and you were in Ohio so I just thought I would come and, uh…”

“Help?” Kurt finished his sentence looking up at him from the newspaper. Blaine’s heart fluttered in his chest as he nodded studying the floor as Kurt set the newspaper on the table near them.

“Don’t get me wrong, Blaine, I would love for you to help be my model, I do need one, but you’ve got a job and… probably a wife. You can’t just leave that all to help me with my problems; it’s a bit unrealistic, right?” Kurt asked watching Blaine closely and letting the silence sink in.

At this point, Blaine was sure Kurt was lacking skills in the gaydar department. A wife? Really? “Kurt, first off, you know I’m not married. Second off, I want to help you with your problems. I’m basically the boss at my work, I’m sure they won’t mind”.

Kurt broke into a small smile, “Are you sure?”

Blaine twisted the water in his hands running his fingers through the condensation that lightly layered the clear glass leaving wet streaks, “Positive”. What was he getting himself into?

“You- you could work for me- if-if you wanted to,” Kurt stared at his easel from across the room, “I really need a male model to work this collection I just sketched,” he said looking back at Blaine.

The man nodded and smiled, “I would love to,” Blaine said setting his glass of water on the table next to the folded newspaper. Kurt grinned and led the man to the easel of designs, “Is- is that Pavarotti?” Blaine laughed squinting at the intricate sketch.

Kurt blushed looking away from the drawing, “Yeah, Dalton kind of inspired this collection. Though I couldn’t wait to get back to my friends at McKinley, I missed you Warblers”.

Blaine stared at the boy in confusion, “You missed us?” he asked suddenly remembering why he came here in the first place.

Kurt laughed and slapped the back of Blaine’s back friendlily, “How could I not?”

Blaine stilled, “Then why did you cut off all your contact with us and… with me?” he asked frowning slightly.

Kurt gaped at him then clenched his jaw shut, “I didn’t mean to, I just lost the time once my career picked up, it wasn’t you, it- it was all me,” Kurt said pointing a finger on his own chest and shaking his head.

Blaine stared at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck, “Did you forget about me?” he asked, his voice small and nervous.

Kurt shook his head jerkily, “Of course not!” he said furrowing his eyebrows at the other boy, “Why would you ever think that?” he asked tucking his arm around his stomach just as an excuse to do something with his empty hands.

Blaine stuffed his hands back into his pockets and peered at the glistening chandelier that dangled above him, “I just thought you and your boyfriend, your friends, your Glee Club, and your dreams got you so busy that you just… forgot”.

Kurt’s throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly appearing paler than usual, “Blaine, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way but it just happened that way. Now that I’m a little more… stable, do you-,” Kurt shuffled his feet tilting his head towards his feet, “do you think we could be friends again?”

Blaine bit his lip and looked out the window. No, he thought, no, it’s either we date or nothing at all. I don’t want to get hurt again. After the countless times I became the third wheel when it came to his boyfriends and how Kurt only saw me as only a ‘friend’. I didn’t want to be a friend to Kurt. Never agai-, “Sure”. Fuck.

Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket that immediately tore his focus away from the easel that seemed to be pulling every ounce of inspiration out of him. Now that he was snapped away from concentration, all sparks of it seemed to disappear. Kurt frustratingly dropped his pencil before glancing at Blaine who was mindlessly zoning in and out of sleep. The way he was clumsily sprawled onto the couch in a wrinkled suit, it was hard to imagine him as a businessman. Kurt was so used to the preppy school boy look it was strange to not see a bowtie on him or a blazer. Sighing, Kurt plucked his phone out of his pocket and blinked at the bright screen.

Dinner tonight? – Sebastian Smyth

Can an old friend tag along? – Kurt Hummel

Only if he wants a threesome ;) – Sebastian Smyth

Sebastian! – Kurt Hummel

That’s my name don’t wear it out, love. – Sebastian Smyth

Ugh. Usual place at the usual time? – Kurt Hummel

Yep, don’t forget the lube and condoms! – Sebastian Smyth

I’ll make sure to forget! See you then. – Kurt Hummel

Kurt tucked the phone back in his pocket at stared at the sketch feeling no inspiration oozing out of the pencil he fitted comfortably in his hand. He shook his head and bit harshly at the eraser end of the pencil staring hard at the sleeping man snuggled into the heavy cushions of the couch that almost engulfed him whole. Kurt giggled to himself and rested his pencil on the easel as he stood making his way to the other man. Blaine mumbled in his sleep shifting closer to the side of the couch and rested most of his weight on the edge. He let out a sharp snore and slipped off tumbling onto the hard surface of the ground breathing frantically and groaning in discomfort. Blaine rubbed his aching head looking up with sleepy eyes at the amused Kurt who stood muffling laughter behind a hand that slapped quickly against his mouth hiding his very obvious giggles.

Blaine pursed his lips and gripped the other man’s wrist pulling him to the ground as Kurt let out a high squeal toppling onto the floor next to him. Kurt then went into fits of chuckles as Blaine danced his fingers along his sides making the other man squirm beneath him helplessly slapping Blaine’s arms in attempt to stop the tickles. Blaine stilled his hands on his sides and studied Kurt’s face that wore flushed cheeks and a firm grin as he chuckled into a calming smile, “It’s been too long”. Kurt said looking up at the man, his eyes swirled in an array of different blues as he calmed his chuckles feeling a strange pull at the pit of his stomach when he stared into the warm hazel eyes gazing back at him. He felt comfortable and safe being reunited with his best friend from years ago, almost like they picked up right where they left off. Soon they’ll be doing homework together and gossiping about other employees. He had even daydreamed about it earlier when he sat in front of his easel plucking ideas from his brain as he relived their past in his mind. Something about Blaine made him feel like he was special. That it didn’t matter if he was a successful designer or not, just that he was being himself. He felt safe to be himself around him. He didn’t have to fake a smile in front of him, it just came naturally. Was that what this was? Natural?

Kurt loosened his hands from Blaine pulling himself up to sit on the leather couch waiting for the other man to join him as the color began to fade from his cheeks. Blaine sat next to him pushing a few of his curls from his forehead and settled his back into the couch lazily.

“Do you want to go eat dinner?” Kurt asked relaxing a little bit more into the couch.
Blaine hummed and slid his eyes closed, “What time is it?”

Kurt lifted his wrist to his eyes catching the time from his watch then lowered his hand limply onto the armrest of the couch, “4:47”.

The curly headed man groaned and toed his shoes off to clatter onto the ground, “Not yet,” he mumbled and crossed his arms.

“I have plans to eat dinner at 6o’clock with a friend of mine,” Kurt said playing with the buttons of his vest.

“Oh,” Blaine whispered as he cradled his legs onto the couch and twisted his body so that his side rested against the couch and he was facing the other man.

Kurt tilted his head at Blaine, “I invited you”.

Blaine twitched his lips into a small smile before setting his head against the couch,“Oh,” he said cursing that his voice cracked, “Who’s the friend?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “He’s just an old friend I visit whenever I come back to Ohio”.

“Kurt,” Blaine cooed, “Who is he?”

The other man raised his eyebrows slightly then let out a soft sigh, “Sebastian”.

“Sebastian Smyth?” Blaine lifted his head and cracked his tired eyes open.

“You know him?” Kurt said widening his eyes in worry. He knows him, he thought, he knows his reputation. I’m so busted.

“Oh, God yes. He became a Warbler after you left. He was a… strange one,” Blaine said resting his head back onto the couch. Kurt slumped more into the couch and broke his eyes away from Blaine. Wait a sec- , “Kurt, you didn’t”.

The other man shrugged his shoulders and squinted his eyes tightly closed wishing that with a snap of his fingers he could get away from this- this situation.

“Kurt!” Blaine shot his head up from the couch bearing his eyes onto the other man.

“What? Yes, Blaine, I made a few mistakes in the past but it’s… it’s better now,” Kurt defended himself weakly. There was no way he could sugarcoat something that is still going on. Damn it, why did Blaine need to know?

Blaine noticed the way Kurt folded his arms and shook his head. He was definitely keeping something from him, “Are you guys… friends with benefits?” he asked pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Kurt pursed his lips and nodded silently before breaking the quiet, “It helps me get rid of my stress. I kind of need that every once in a while with all of this going on,” he said waving a hand to the easel then twiddled with his thumbs. “But don’t worry; ‘No Strings Attached’ is our motto. He’s a complete dick so I could never take it farther”. Blaine remained silent as he sighed heavily and closed his eyes again. Kurt’s bottom lip quivered as he felt the silence drag out into minutes, only vague movements and shifts on the couch were made. “Please don’t hate me when I just got you back,” Kurt said in a quiet whisper.

Blaine hummed and rolled his eyes beneath his lids, “I don’t hate you. I’m just… surprised”.

Kurt sat in the awkward silence in utter guilt as he heard Blaine letting out light sighs, “Sorry,” he said quietly as they heard a sharp knock at the door. Their heads snapped to the direction of the knocking as the door uninvitedly opened revealing Sebastian behind it. The tall man wore a tight smirk on his face as he walked further into the room while Kurt and Blaine stood in front of the couch in greeting.

“Blaine Anderson, we meet again,” Sebastian said enthusiastically taking Blaine’s hand into a firm handshake.

“Sebastian,” Blaine announced with an unconvincing smile letting go of the grip and shook his hand furiously in the air to get the blood back into his fingertips.

“Kurt,” Sebastian breathed slipping a hand around the designer’s waist sending a gasp from the other man’s lips.

“Hi,” Kurt crocked glancing quickly at Blaine before uncomfortably pushing Sebastian’s hand off his hip.

“You know I can’t help it when you’re dressed liked that,” Sebastian said pressing a hand against the toned ridge of his ass.

The other boy whined and pushed the Warbler away from him blushing violently.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, “I better, uh, head home, it’s getting late,” he muttered waving a hand in the air and moving towards the door.

Sebastian looked at the curly headed man then shifted closer to Kurt, “Wait, Blaine, please stay for dinner,” the designer said trying to push Sebastian away but failing miserably as the other man nipped at his pressure point on his neck his pants tightening around his straining cock. Blaine turned his head to the two catching a glimpse of Sebastian peppering kissing along Kurt’s neck.

Blaine’s mouth went dry as he tried to tear his eyes away from the sight, “It’s okay, thank for the offer, really,” he stuttered reaching the door knob.

Kurt shoved Sebastian off, growling angrily, “Jesus, could you keep your dick in your pants for one night?” he panted and fixed his outfit walking towards Blaine with Sebastian eye fucking the hell out of Kurt behind him. “Are you sure?” Kurt asked quietly tilting his head as Blaine shook his head.

“No, I, uh, I don’t want to be the third wheel again,” he mumbled angrily as memories just like this crowded his mind when opening the door wishing desperately that Kurt didn’t follow him into the hallway. Kurt sadly looked at Blaine mouthing ‘Sorry’ as he closed the door behind him leaving Sebastian in the apartment alone. “It’s okay, Kurt, I- I understand you need… a stress relief”.

The designer bit his lip in embarrassment, “You’ll be back tomorrow, yeah?” he asked reaching out to fix Blaine’s disheveled tie.

The other man squeezed Kurt’s hand staring deeply into Kurt’s blue grey eyes that only captivated him more the longer he stared and dropped his hand weakly to his side, “Of course”.

Blaine pulled open the door of his car and shut it behind him as he plopped onto the seat staring through the windshield in front of him in the unmoving vehicle with only the sound of his frustrated breaths. Why was he doing this to himself? He has broken so many promises that he told himself not to break today. He fell for Kurt. Again. It was those damn eyes. That perfect man seemed to inspire him when he wasn’t even trying. He has learned so much from him though they didn’t say much. It didn’t matter if he was successful or not, the fact that he was doing what he loves to do and enjoying life being himself was enough for Blaine. He had to make a change. He needed to make his life matter. Being a successful businessman meant absolutely nothing to him. He knew what he had to do, but he was sure his whole town would hate him after he does it. But it was his life. And, God damn it, he was going to live it.