Sept. 12, 2015, 7 p.m.
F*ck, Marry, Kill: Chapter 4
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Kurt was waiting outside their apartment building for Blaine to arrive. All that Blaine would tell him was to dress in old clothes he wouldn't mind getting dirty. Kurt was running through the possibilities, still without a clue, but he was smiling like a fool anyways.
A taxi came to a stop in front of Kurt, and Blaine jumped out. “Kurt! Great! Get in!” Blaine's face was full of enthusiasm.
Kurt smiled and slid into the taxi. Blaine was in the backseat with a large duffle bag. “Kurt, this is Trish.” He waved towards the young blond woman in the front seat of the taxi, wearing a red sundress, thick, black-framed glasses and her hair in pigtails. “She's our photographer for the day. Trish, show the driver the first address.”
“Photographer? Blaine….” Kurt laughed, having no idea what was going on. He looked between the hipster photographer, the big duffle bag and tried to figure out where they were driving.
But Blaine wasn't telling him anything; no matter how much Kurt bugged him.
The taxi stopped, and Kurt followed as everyone got out. Blaine paid the taxi driver, and then dug into his bag, passing a dark grey sweater to Kurt. “Here, put this on.” Kurt was about to object, when Blaine cut him off. “No arguing, Kurt.”j Blaine was pulling a grey striped sweater over his own head, so Kurt followed suit.
Blaine turned towards Trish. “Are you ready?” She nodded, cradling her camera in her hands. “OK, just text me when you are in a good position.” Trish turned and headed into a nearby restaurant.
“OK, Kurt. Come on, this will be fun. Play along, OK?” Blaine looked excited and a little nervous. What the hell was he getting them into?
Kurt shrugged to himself, tugging at the bottom of the loose grey sweater as he followed Blaine into the restaurant. Pretty soon they were settled at a table, just the two of them, with deli sandwiches. It was a busy, popular place.
Blaine smirked at Kurt. “Any idea yet?”
Kurt shook his head, lifting the top piece of bread from his sandwich and moving the meat inside around so it was more equally distributed. It had always bugged him when all the meat was one big pile in the middle with hardly any near the edges. He looked up to find Blaine waving frantically at Trish, positioned a few tables away. She was nodding and smiling back, waving her camera.
“Blaine….”
“Kurt, I'll give you a hint.” Blaine smiled. “This is Katz's Deli.”
Realization dawned in Kurt. He looked around at the crowded deli, and then down at his sandwich and the sweaters they were wearing. “Are you going to ask me to start loudly faking an orgasm now?” He tilted his head to the side, giving Blaine his best bitch face.
“Loudly, no. Trish is just taking pictures, not making a movie.” Blaine smirked at Kurt's expression. “Just toss your head back and make some expressions, pretend to be banging the table.”
“So, I'm Meg Ryan in this?” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Perfect! More stuff like that!”
Kurt laughed to himself, and looking around, realized most people nearby were busy eating or in deep conversations. If he did this without making noise, probably hardly anyone would notice. What the hell. He looked at Blaine, and nodded.
“Yes!” Blaine smiled broadly and grabbed his phone. “Trish says she's ready. She'll just take tons of pictures so just do whatever you want.”
Blaine tried to imitate Billy Crystal's bored expression as Kurt ran his hands through his hair, arched his head back and made his version of the ‘O' face. Even though it was funny, and Blaine was trying hard to keep a straight face, a part of his mind was comparing Kurts over-done fake orgasm acting to memories of the real thing. Those times he'd been kissing and sucking on the skin of Kurt's neck while stroking his cock slowly, making Kurt gasp in pleasure until he gave himself over to it. Blaine had always moved back to watch Kurt then, so beautiful and sexy as he gasped and shuddered in Blaine's arms.
Blaine was taken out of his thoughts by Kurt's laughing. “Earth to Blaine. Blaine, come in, Blaine.”
“Sorry about that. You were great!” Blaine grabbed his sandwich, taking a big bite. Trish made her way over, and they all laughed together, reviewing the pictures she'd captured.
After finishing their lunches, it was time for the next location. Kurt was eager to see what else Blaine had planned now. Pretty soon they were in a taxi again, zipping across town.
“OK, this one has a bit more of an obvious costume. People walking by might take our picture, just so you are warned.” Blaine said as the taxi slowed again.
“OK.” Kurt said, with a cautious tone.
Trish waved and went across the street. Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm, and herded him into a nearby pub. It was mid-afternoon, so the place was mostly empty. Blaine went to the bar and after a quick chat with the bartender, grabbed another large duffle bag.
“Come on…” Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him down the hallway and into the restroom. It was a single person restroom, and Blaine locked the door behind him. Kurt gave Blaine a look with an arched eyebrow. Unfortunately, this was a lot like the beginning of a unfulfilled fantasy Kurt had had forever about Blaine, sneaking him into a public restroom very similar to this one and backing Blaine against the counter and…
Kurt stopped his thoughts there, distracted by Blaine actually undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. “Blaine… what… wha…” He was having a hard time finishing his sentence.
Blaine kicked off his shoes and was unzipping the new bag. “Kurt, we'll need to strip down to our underwear. The costumes won't fit over our clothes.”
Kurt laughed, and hoped it didn't come across as nervous. Around the apartment, he'd caught quick glances of Blaine wrapped in a towel going between the bathroom and his room. Once Kurt had come home when Blaine wasn't expecting him, caught him snoozing on the sofa just wearing boxer briefs, and spent far too long looking over his body. And so often, there were looks from Blaine that went on a little too long, were just a little too warm.
And now, Blaine wanted them in their underwear together in this little bathroom. Kurt's hand went to his shirt, undoing the buttons, not turning away from Blaine. When the shirt hung open, his hands undid his belt and unzipped his pants, kicking off his shoes.
Blaine swallowed hard. He imagined sinking to his knees in front of Kurt right now, pushing Kurt's underwear out of the way, nuzzling his face against Kurt's stomach as his fingers explored…
Costumes! Costumes! Blaine shook himself out of that thought pattern, turning back to the bag and pulling out the tan jumpsuits. He passed one to Kurt, and turned towards the counter to slip into his. He didn't need more images of Kurt stripping off clothes right now.
Turning around, Blaine burst out laughing. “We look great!” Kurt stepped up to his side, and they both peered into the mirror at their image, smiles huge.
“I have the proton packs and guns too.” Digging into the bag, he pulled them out and they slipped them on. Helpless giggles ensued. They experimented with different poses and expressions, laughing the whole time.
Looking down, Blaine noticed that the legs of his jumpsuit were a little long, and he squatted down to roll the cuffs up a little.
“Are you sure you are tall enough for this? Isn't there a height restriction to be a Ghostbuster like there is to be a cop?” Kurt drawled.
"Ha! You arent that much taller than me. It's only two extra inches of bod and 4 inches of hair!" Blaine put their clothes in the bag and carried the bag over to the bar by his bartender friend.
Kurt smirked at Blaine. “Most men like a couple extra inches.” His comment earned a groan from Blaine in response.
“OK, now for the best part…” Blaine smiled widely and dragged Kurt out of the pub door and around the corner. A few steps down the street, and Kurt stopped.
“Are you shitting me?”
Blaine laughed at Kurt's expression. “Come on, we got to get these pictures fast before too many people notice us and get in the way.” They ran down the block, and Blaine waved over at Trish, well positioned across the street.
The red brick old fire hall was still iconic is it's appearance, although now it was a bar. Trish waved them into position, getting the best features of the building with them, and avoiding the bar signage. Many a passerby stopped to take a quick cellphone picture, but no one was too intrusive. The hardest part was trying to keep straight faces as they posed.
With a quick trip back to change, they were in a taxi for the last stop of the day. Kurt felt very relaxed and happy, looking over at Blaine as he talked, loving this whole goofy day together.
The last stop was Central Park. Kurt gave Blaine a questioning look, but again Blaine wouldn't tell him anything. They walked deep into the park, getting to a grassy, slightly hilly area with hardly anyone around.
“OK, get down to your undershirt.” Blaine grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head so he was bare chested.
Kurt laughed. “Hmmmm… the first scene had me faking an orgasm and this is the second time you have me stripping. What's going on here, Blaine?”
Blaine laughed, dug into his duffle bag, and grabbed a wig with long straight brown hair. He pulled it on, the long hair streaming down over his bare chest. Also from the bag, he pulled out a long scarf; tying it around his forehead and letting the ends dangle down his back.
He looked so different from the gelled hair, bow tied Blaine from high school. With those few simple changes, he looked like the most free-loving hippy.
Kurt stripped off his button up shirt, and Blaine passed him beads, a light brown Afro wig and small round sunglasses. The last thing was a wide rainbow striped scarf, which Kurt wrapped around his hips; the ends dangling down one leg. Slipping off his shoes and socks, he rolled the bottom of his jeans up a little.
“Good?” Kurt laughed, looking over at Trish and Blaine for approval. It was funny to be the one dressing up, since so much of his job was dressing others. They both were nodding vigorously.
Trish pulled out some speakers and hooked them to her iPod. Pretty soon, she had “Age of Aquarius” playing on repeat.
Blaine was running and leaping, dancing around like a goof. Kurt laughed, watching him for a few minutes, and then joined in, trying to match some of his moves. There was really no one around, and the sun was a little lower on the horizon now, giving deep shadows and shining through the trees, dappling the ground with interesting patterns. Totally into the moment and having fun, Kurt started singing along with the song, Blaine joining in. Trish soon added her alto voice with surprising skill.
Trish was shouting out suggestions, moving around them, her camera always in front of her face.
Eventually, Trish turned off the music. “Guys, those will turn out great. But I have another idea for a good location nearby… the Bethesda Fountain.”
Blaine looked over to Kurt, and Kurt shrugged his shoulders. There would be more people down there, so they would have to be subtler with their actions. Just posing together around the fountain, that type of thing.
Blaine shoved everything into the duffle bag and they walked down to that area. There were only a handful of people walking around, and only one woman sitting on the edge of the fountain. Trish directed them through different poses, mostly sitting or standing near the edge of the fountain, close together, looking off in the distance.
Kurt was sitting on the edge of the fountain, and Blaine was lying along the edge, his head on Kurt's lap and with Kurt fanning the long, straight brown hair out. Blaine's eyes were closed, with a mellow pleased expression on his face. Kurt's glasses had slipped down to his nose a little, so his eyes were visible as he looked down at Blaine's face and then continued down his bare chest.
Kurt's breath caught, as he realized he wanted to run his fingertips over Blaine's chest, touching all that bare skin spread out so temptingly in front of him. Kurt's teeth pulled at his bottom lip, and that's when Blaine's eyes opened, looking right into Kurt's. And Kurt was surprised at the expression he saw in them. Heat. In that moment, Kurt knew if he followed his impulse and touched Blaine's skin, Blaine would not object. He would be into it.
The realization startled Kurt, and a slight shift of his body with Blaine's weight leaning on him made Kurt lose his balance and fall backwards. Trying to catch his fall, his hand instinctively grabbed at Blaine, and ended up pulling Blaine back with him into the water. Sputtering and fighting to get their drenched wigs out of their faces, Blaine and Kurt thrashed around and eventually were able to sit up in the shallow fountain, laughing.
Trish was laughing her ass off, holding her camera in the air victoriously. That one look said it all… she'd caught the whole thing.
Blaine staggered out of the fountain first, and then gave Kurt a hand as he stepped out. A few people were giving them amused looks as they fished the wigs out of the water and sat on the edge of the fountain, water dripping off them in a steady stream.
Blaine laughed. “Well, I got the costume stuff in the bag. We could put those on to go home in. We won't look good, but at least we'll be dry.”
“Kill me now….” Kurt groaned, but couldn't keep from giggling too. “Let's take it all to that washroom over there and I'll use my stylist skills to make something wearable in public.”
“Trish, you might as well go home now. We'll just be changing and heading home in a few minutes anyways. You'll email the pictures to me?” Trish agreed, and gave them tentative goodbye hugs, not wanting to get wet.
“In another public bathroom together…. How classy.” Kurt joked, thankful it was empty as he stepped into one of the stalls to quickly strip and put on the jumpsuit. He even had to take off his underwear, since it was soaked too. Blaine came out of his stall in the other jumpsuit, his hair oddly flat and wet against his head. Kurt didn't want to look at his own hair yet.
“OK, try the plain grey sweater over the uniform.” Kurt passed the sweater to Blaine. Digging in the bag, the only other dry items were the striped grey sweater and Kurt's button up shirt. Kurt undid his jumpsuit to his waist, folding the top half down, tying the arms in the front to keep the pants up. Grabbing the button-up shirt, he slipped it on and he caught Blaine's reflection in the mirror. The look on his face was pure want. Kurt turned around, the shirt buttons still undone.
Blaine took a step forward, and his hand came up to Kurt's jaw, cupping it. His eyes travelled over Kurt's big eyes, and dipped down to his mouth. Before Kurt could catch his breath, Blaine's lips were against his, and it felt so good. So right. Kurt's hand raised, and he was about to grab the back of Blaine's head to deepen the kiss, when the bathroom door banged open.
Kurt and Blaine sprung apart, suddenly completely aware of where they were again. Kurt turned away, finishing buttoning up the shirt with shaking fingers. His face was still flushed in the mirror, as he tried slicking his wet hair straight back off his face.
It looked like he was wearing khakis with an untucked button-up shirt. The bulkiness around his waist was the only really odd thing about his clothes. Blaine looked similarly presentable, presentable enough to get a taxi home anyways. Luckily, Kurt had taken off his shoes again when they were at the fountain, so they were dry.
As they walked out the park, Blaines wet shoes were making squishy noises with each step. It had them giggling again, breaking the tension between them from that kiss in the bathroom.
But on the ride back in the taxi, they were both still thinking about the kiss. What had it meant? Was it just a spur of the moment thing?
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-When Harry Met Sally was filmed all over NYC, including Katzs Deli for the famous orgasm scene. Watch it here.
-Ghostbusters fire hall is in TriBeCa area of NYC. Trailer for 1984 movie is here
-Age of Aquarius scene from Hair was filmed in Central Park. Video from 1979 version of the musical is here.
-Bethesda Terrace and Fountain: Construction of the terrace began in 1859, and was slowed due to the Civil War. A video of the area on a beautiful summer day is here.