Chapter 15

‘What do we do now?,’ Kurt asked, awkwardness kicking in again. They’d spent the last ten minutes fixed in the same spot, arms around each other, lips meeting in soft kisses from time to time.

Blaine sighed, shaking his head infinitesimally.

‘You said you wanted to come back here, so don’t ask me.’

He could see a faint blush coming up to Kurt’s cheeks, and realized with full force what the circumstances were. They were a couple, alone in a motel room, with no one to snoop, no one to interrupt them. They even had condoms at the ready.

Blaine’s heart began racing faster, as he pushed the thoughts away as quickly as he could.

‘What is it?,’ Kurt said quietly.

‘Nothing. I just... My brain kinda- detoured.’

‘Oh.’ Kurt dropped his gaze hastily. ‘Blaine, I-‘

Before he knew it, Blaine’s hands were cupping his face again, forcing him to look up.

‘I’m not going to make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do, okay?’

Kurt nodded, his sudden embarrassment melting away.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to,’ he said. ‘It just would be kinda- rushing things, don’t you think?’

‘I know.’ Blaine took a step back, his hand slipping down Kurt’s arm to hold his hand again. ‘This is why we’re going to cuddle.’

‘With clothes on?,’ Kurt asked with a playful spark in his eyes.

‘With clothes on.’

***

The beds were narrow and impossible to be joined, so they settled for sharing one. The closeness was welcome anyway. Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off of Kurt, as he was trying to comprehend how that perfect human being was his. He’d already known the features by heart; those rosy cheeks, those sparkling glasz eyes, those lips that now we red from the kisses they’d shared.

Kurt was tracing his fingers along Blaine’s hand that was lying between them. They’d never recoiled from physical contact, an occasional covering of one hand by another wasn’t unusual. But getting to finally hold Blaine’s hand in his made Kurt notice just how soft the skin was, just how wonderful it felt against his own. The sensation was so simple, but overwhelming at the same time. It was magical in its simplicity.

‘What are you thinking about?,’ Kurt asked, breaking the companionable silence and lifting his eyes up at his boyfriend.

‘Nothing much,’ Blaine said, a small smile never leaving his lips. ‘I was wondering what people are going to say.’

Kurt couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

‘Oh, they probably won’t be surprised much, maybe apart from Finn.’

‘Wait, are you saying they know?,’ Blaine asked.

‘Rachel does.’ Kurt shrugged. ‘Santana’s been making inappropriate comments since forever, so it’s likely she’d be very concerned with our se- you know, the intimate aspect of our relationship.’ It was weird for him to call this a relationship. Blaine only smiled wider at the word.

‘Cooper kinda knows, too,’ Blaine admitted. Kurt raised an eyebrow quizzically. ‘He figured it out after like two minutes, I guess.’

Kurt shook his head in amazement.

‘It’s like everyone could see it but us,’ he sighed. ‘I guess we should have our eyes checked.’

‘Your eyes are perfect,’ Blaine said.

‘Well, thank you,’ Kurt mumbled in response, unable to stop himself from beaming. ‘Yours are perfect, too. You are perfect.’

Blaine couldn’t find his voice to reply, so he tugged Kurt in for a kiss to show him how perfect he was to him.

***

Kurt didn’t sleep well that night, but he didn’t mind. Whenever he would wake up because of the amount of emotions that still filled him, he would see Blaine snuggled close to him, and nothing else would matter. He pinched himself a couple of times, just to make sure his mind didn’t create the whole of last night. It hurt each time, and Kurt had no choice but to believe. He had to put a hand to his mouth to stop himself from squealing or screaming out in joy.

Finally he woke up shortly before seven, and couldn’t go back to sleep. He spent a moment staring at Blaine with adoration, but soon he remembered there was one thing left for him to do. Careful not to wake his boyfriend up, he untangled himself from Blaine, grabbed his phone and tiptoed out of the room.

It took Burt six long signals to pick up.

‘Hello?,’ he grumbled on the other end of the line.

‘Hi, Dad, it’s me,’ Kurt said.

‘What happened?,’ his father asked, tension rising in his voice.

‘Nothing, Dad, really.’ He paused, biting his lip, before adding,’ Nothing bad, anyway.’

‘To the point, kiddo.’

Kurt took a deep breath. He’d never told his dad anything like that. The lack of experience made him nervous.

‘It’s only that Blaine and I- um- we’re together.’

‘Yeah, I know, who you’re with, Kurt-’ Burt’s voice trailed off. ‘Wait, what?!’

‘Oh god, Dad, don’t be angry,’ Kurt pleaded, terror creeping into his tone. ‘I mean that we’re together. Boyfriends kind of together.’

A few seconds passed in silence, before a chuckle broke out of Burt’s lips.

‘Kiddo, why should I be angry? I’m happy for the two of you,’ he said. ‘It’s high time for that anyway. And remember, don’t do anything stupid or anything you would later regret, alright?’

Kurt rolled his eyes, but a grin arched his lips at the same time.

‘Promise we won’t, Dad.’

‘So what are you doing today?,’ Burt asked.

‘Disneyland in Anaheim,’ Kurt replied automatically. ‘Anyway, everything’s fine, nobody got arrested, nobody puked while drunk, you have nothing to worry about.’

‘Hope I don’t. And I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything about alcohol. I trust you, guys. Say hello to Blaine, Finn and the others, okay?

‘I will. And you to Carole. I love you, Dad.’ Kurt had never been this grateful he’d fixed his relationship with his dad. Two years earlier he wouldn’t have been even able of uttering the word gay in Burt’s presence.

‘I love you, too, kiddo.’

***

‘Do you think they’re gonna notice?,’ Blaine asked tentatively, stopping Kurt halfway to the door. They were leaving to have breakfast with the others in a cafe next to the motel before setting off to Anaheim.

‘No idea,’ Kurt shrugged. ‘Maybe we should just tell them? Or not. I don’t know.’

‘Whatever you’re comfortable with,’ Blaine said, giving Kurt a peck on the cheek before opening the door for him. ‘Shall we?’

With a still somewhat disbelieving smile, Kurt crossed the room and went out onto the morning California sun. Their hands tingled for the other’s touch, but stayed separate. It felt weirder to hold them in public in broad daylight, for everyone to see.

Their friends were already munching on their paninis and downing their coffee or juice when the boys went in. A murmur of greetings and a wave from Brittany were promptly responded to, but Santana had to throw her two cents in, before she even managed to lift her head from her half-empty plate.

‘I’m guessing you’re late, ‘cause you were getting a different kind of protein boost,’ she said, making both boys’ faces turn scarlet and their eyes escape sideways in embarrassment. Santana’s jaw dropped. ‘Oh my God, you were.’

‘Wait, what?,’ Finn asked, clueless.

‘It’s not like that, Santana,’ Kurt said, rolling his eyes. ‘I mean- None of the things your implying has taken place, but um-‘ He slipped his hand into Blaine’s, surprising him a little. But the half-proud, half-goofy look on his face showed he was fine with it. ‘In a way you got it right.’

Rachel squealed happily and jumped up to hug them, almost strangling them in the process.

‘I’m so happy for you, guys!’

‘This is awesome, guys,’ Puck said unexpectedly, his face serious and his eyes suspiciously misty.

Seeing that their friends had nothing else to add, the settled down at the already overcrowded small table, their knees brushing. Kurt glanced at his boyfriend, who was smiling contentedly back at him.

If anything ever seemed perfect to Kurt, it was this moment.