That same night, Kurt tossed around in his bed for hours, unable to sleep. Finally, he huffed and sat up against his headboard, pulling his phone out and turning it on. He clicked his tongue and glanced around the dark basement for a moment before his phone buzzed in his palm.
1 unread message flashed on his screen. It had been sent ten minutes ago. Eyes widened, he checked the time. 12:51. Why would anyone text him this late? The only time he was contacted after eleven was if one of his friends from glee club were having an emergency, but rarely even then. It was a number he didn’t know, so he contemplated just deleting the message, but he decided that it would do harm to open it and pressed ‘okay.’
Hey babe ;) –Blaine
“What?” he whispered out loud.
How did you get my number? he texted back, deciding to make himself some toast, since he probably wasn’t going to sleep any time soon anyways. Scratching his head, he stood and walked to the stairway, not bothering to turn on the light. As he stumbled up the stairs, his phone vibrated again.
Facebook has your number on it
Kurt opened the basement door with a chuckle. “Great,” he muttered softly, walking through the dim hallway. Trying to be quiet, he tiptoed into his kitchen and started to type out a reply, when his phone rang loudly. Teenage Dream blared through the silent kitchen, making him jump. He quickly answered it, hissing “What?” into the phone angrily.
“Wow, not the best of greetings to receive,” Blaine said, and Kurt could practically see him smirk.
“Well people don’t usually call me at nearly one in the morning,” Kurt growled in reply. Grabbing the loaf of bread, he made his way to the other side of the room towards the toaster. He gasped loudly when his toe hit the side of the island cabinets and muffled a scream into his fist.
He dropped the loaf and jogged around the kitchen, hobbling, and his toe stinging. Nothing could ever hurt as much as a stubbed toe, he decided at that moment. He could hear Blaine on his phone calling his name, but he didn’t respond until the pain had become more bearable.
“What the fuck is going on?” Blaine said, and he put the phone to his ear. Kurt leaned over to pick the bread back up off of the floor and tossed it onto the counter.
“You made me stub my toe, you asshole,” he screeched quietly into the microphone. Blaine laughed.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Want me to kiss it better?” he said in a deep voice.
“Yeah, sure,” Kurt said sarcastically, putting bread in the toaster. “After you kiss my ass,” he muttered to himself, silently chuckling.
“I heard that!” Blaine informed him, and Kurt blushed. “And I wouldn’t mind-“
“Okay, what exactly did you call me for Blaine?” Kurt cut him off before Blaine could say something that could embarrass him, mildly offend him, or turn him on. He seated himself on a stool and waited for his reply.
For a moment, Blaine stumbled over words, surprising Kurt. “I- I guess I was bored.” Blaine was actually flustered. And it was, Kurt dared to think, actually kind of cute.
“And you decided to call me?” Kurt asked as the toast popped out of the toaster.
“Well yeah,” there was a pause. “If you’re busy, I can go-”
“No!” Kurt said a little too quickly. “I can’t sleep anyways, I might as well talk to someone.” He stuttered out.
“Okay then,” Blaine chuckled, and Kurt slapped his face against his forehead in embarrassment.
Kurt buttered the toast and poured himself a glass of milk before walking back downstairs, trying to hold the phone in between his ear and shoulder. When he was seated on his bed, the plate in between his crossed legs, he put speaker phone on and started eating. Kurt was actually a lot hungrier than he realized, so when he took the first bite of toast, he groaned and licked his lips, taking another chomp out of it.
“God Kurt, you hungry or what?” Kurt chuckled, his mouth full.
“Shut up,” he said, muffled by the chunks of toast.
Blaine laughed and so did Kurt, coughing and choking on a piece of the toast. He took a sip of milk and sighed happily. They sat in comfortable silent for a couple minutes while Kurt finished his snack and placed the plate and cup on his bedside table. He turned the TV on and turned to HGTV.
“What’re you doing now?” Blaine asked, and Kurt shifted himself on the bed to be more comfortable.
“Watching TV.”
“What show?” Blaine asked him.
“Um, Holmes on Homes.” Blaine laughed, and he blushed. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing at all. Would you prefer to watch a movie? Like, we can go to the same channel and watch one. You have AT&T right?”
“Um, yeah,” Kurt answered. “And sure, I guess.” It was silent as they both searched through the movie channels before Kurt stopped and gasped. “Oh, Blaine!”
“Yeah?”
“West Side Story! Can we watch that? Please?” he begged, hopping up and down slightly with excitement.
“Well actually, I was thinking we could watch Friday the Thirteenth,” Blaine said hopefully.
Kurt made a disgusted face, glad Blaine couldn’t see him. “I guess,” he said after a moment with a sigh.
Blaine groaned, paused, then mumbled, “Fine, we can watch your movie if you want.”
“No, we’re going to watch Friday the Thirteenth now, end of story,” Kurt stated, crossing his arms with attitude. Kurt had never seen it anyways, so he was fine with it.
“…Okay I guess. So it starts in like five minutes.”
“I see that,” Kurt said, laughing out loud. “Oh, I’ll be right back,” he added suddenly, hopping up from the bed and running up the stairs.
First, he went to the cabinet in the hallway for extra blankets, and then ran upstairs to walk into Burt and Carole’s room, door creaking. He walked up to Burt’s side and tapped him on the arm, trying to wake him up.
“Mm-yeah?” Burt said, voice clouded with sleep.
“Hey, hey dad, I’m going to watch a movie downstairs because I can’t sleep. It’s a bit scary, so if you hear me scream a bit, I’m not dead, alright?”
“Yeah, sure kid, but make sure you get some sleep eventually,” Burt rubbed his eyes before rolling over and burying his face in a pillow. Kurt laughed and walked back out, slowly closing the door behind him.
When he got back downstairs, he hopped onto his bed with a huff. “’Kay, I’m back.” There was no answer. “Blaine?” he questioned. Still no answer. He picked up his phone and pressed a random button. They were still connected, but there was no noise coming from Blaine’s phone. He sighed and unmuted his TV as the beginning credits started up.
Three minutes into the movie, Blaine’s phone made a clicking noise. He looked down at it the moment Blaine said “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Wh- what?” Kurt asked, eyes widening, wondering what that had to do with anything. “My basement is my bedroom, why?”
“No reason really,” Blaine responded airily. Kurt narrowed his eyes, but let it go after a moment. There was a couple of knocks against his single window leading to outside, and he jumped, clutching at his pillows and looking at it with wide eyes. He got up and slowly walked to the window, hands slightly shaking. Kurt was pretty sure he knew who it was, but he still had a reason to be scared. Besides, that’s usually how most people die; thinking the killer is their friend. He looked back to the screen as someone screamed, gulping down his fear.
When he reached the window, he could see that it was Blaine. He was crouched down, his face against the window, smashing his nose slightly against the dirty glass. Kurt laughed with relief and opened the window, wind gusting against his face. “What on earth are you doing here?” he asked, not really angry, more surprised.
“It’s easier to watch the movie with you in person instead of over the phone,” Blaine said with a grin before sliding onto his back to slip in through the window. He was still in his jeans and jacket, and Kurt almost asked if he went to sleep in his clothes, but stopped himself, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer.
“True,” he said with a small smile, which Blaine returned. “But I’ll be dead if my dad catches us.”
“Well we’ll have to make sure he doesn’t, won’t we?” Blaine said with a wink. Kurt sighed as he realized that Blaine actually intended on staying, and walked up the stairs to lock the door of his room.
“Fine,” he said coming back down to see Blaine sprawled on his bed, curly hair against his pillows. “Oh sure, just make yourself comfortable.” Blaine moved over so Kurt could plop down on the bed next to him. “Well now I have to rewind the movie,” Kurt said, faking anger.
“Oh, I apologize,” Blaine said, laughing. When Kurt pressed pause, he could feel hands run up his sides, and he shied away.
“Stop Blaine,” he muttered, almost used to him not respecting his personal boundaries. The hands stopped their movement, and Kurt kept his eyes on the screen, blushing in the dark, before lips suddenly pressed to his neck, teeth grazing against the skin. It felt nice, Blaine’s lips soft and gentle. Kurt gasped and his head automatically tilted to the side. He felt Blaine grin against him, and he kept kissing along his neck, licking and lightly sucking.
“Blaine,” he suddenly said again, snapping out of his momentary haze. He pushed Blaine away from him and scooted away. Blaine looked pissed, but his eyes were filled with lust, and fuck that was hot. “If you don’t stop, you have to leave.”
“But-“
“No,” Kurt said, crossing his arms. “I’m not just going to be your little fuck buddy Anderson,” Blaine frowned as he used his last name. “Now you can go home or we can watch the damn movie, your choice.”
Blaine looked surprised, but shrugged and said “Movie.” Kurt nodded, smiling to himself before pressing play again. He made himself comfortable, leaning against a stack of pillows, legs stretched out. Blaine was next to him, still keeping a bit of distance, but tangling their legs together under the blanket, which Kurt didn’t mind as much. But there was a problem.
Kurt was terrified of scary movies. He always had been, ever since he was little. He had thought he’d gotten over it, but apparently he hadn’t, because ten minutes into the movie, he was clutching a pillow against his chest and gently rocking back and forth with fear. Blaine laughed next to him and he scowled at him. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Blaine said defensively, putting both hands up.
“You were thinking it,” Kurt replied icily, gasping as a girl ran away from the killer. “Run! Oh my god, take your heels off or he’s going to get you, you idiot!”
When Jason popped out of nowhere, Kurt jumped up with a yell. He was shaking slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at Blaine, who was eyeing him with an unreadable expression. “I swear, if you say anything-.”
Blaine laughed and shook his head, just putting his arms out. “Come here,” he said softly. Kurt looked at him, unsure, and he added, “I won’t try anything, promise.” Then he smirked. “Besides, sex wouldn’t be any fun if you’re scared shitless.”
Kurt scoffed and turned back to the screen, shaking his head. “You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, hearing Blaine cursing at himself.
“Fuck. Kurt, that just came out.” Blaine tilted his chin towards him. “Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Just come sit with me,” he gulped, “please.”
Reluctantly, Kurt followed him and let Blaine wrap his arms around him. Blaine pressed a light kiss to his forehead, and Kurt decided to let it go, mostly because at that moment, another girl was killed, and he shoved his face into Blaine’s chest with a scared whimper. Blaine rubbed down his back softly and he felt his panic slipping away.
“Shh,” Blaine muttered soothingly when Kurt shrieked. “It’s alright.” Kurt looked up at him, and he was smiling, amused. He stuck his tongue out and looked away when a guy got killed.
As the movie continued, Kurt slowly started to relax in Blaine’s arms, becoming less scared with each murder. Blaine’s arms around him made him feel safe and protected, and when there was 10 minutes left in the movie, he was half asleep, leaning against the other boy.
When the movie was over, Blaine looked down to see Kurt, fast asleep. He smiled and tried to untangle himself from Kurt when the other boy grumbled and tightened his grip around Blaine’s waist. He chuckled silently and said “Kurt, I’ve gotta go,” trying to make Kurt release him again. Kurt grumbled “no” in his sleep and let out a little snore.
Blaine glanced around the dark room for a second, shrugged, and took his shirt off with a smirk. This oughta surprise him when he wakes up. He laughed when Kurt still clutched onto him as he slid them into a laying position. “God, you’re such a cuddle whore Hummel.” Kurt’s face looked peaceful, skin somehow glowing in the darkness of the basement, and Blaine found himself staring. Eventually, he shook his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts.
“What the fuck are you doing, Blaine?” he asked himself quietly. This whole situation was bad. He couldn’t afford to have feelings for anyone, let alone the perfect Kurt Hummel. He would eventually leave Blaine, like everyone does; find someone nicer and kinder and more handsome. Oh wait- he thought with a chuckle-that’s not possible.
Blaine was trying not to hold onto Kurt, but allowed him to lay his face on his chest. His arm was behind Kurt, playing with the small hairs on his neck. He fell asleep like that, getting better sleep than he had in a long time.