After walking through the first floor of the house, most of which Kurt spent marveling at the d�cor; Blaine led him up the grand staircase by the hand. The stairs spun around in a spiral and led to all of the bedrooms and guestrooms. He watched as Kurt’s eyes widened at the grand hallway, and chuckled. Kurt was letting his hand run along the orange wall gently.
“Wow, “ he whispered out quietly.
“Yeah,” Blaine said, suddenly feeling nervous and putting his hand to his neck to rub along the back of it.
Kurt said nothing else, but kept walking, glancing inside each room until he was at the end of the hallway. His hand went out to reach for the knob, assuming that this was Blaine’s room. Blaine stuttered out and led him away from the doorway, and Kurt looked confused. “My parent’s room,” he explained quickly with a smile.
“Ah.” Blaine led him to the second to last doorway in the hallway.
“My room.” He lowered his voice to a monotone and slipped into a ridiculous British accent, opening the door and bowing. Kurt stepped inside laughing, hands on his hips.
Kurt glanced around the room, as if he were realtor. It was painted a dark blue color, with elegant black bookshelves and side-tables, donned with many trophies and ribbons, some for music competitions and baseball. There were two guitars on stands in the corner, and one poster and a collage of pictures on a cork-board. The majority of the pictures were of them together, and some of Blaine as a young boy.
Kurt smiled as he took it in. This room was very.. Blaine. It had a musky scent, just like Blaine, and he tried not to sniff in the smell he loved so much. He walked up to the collection of trophies, picking one up to admire it. A horse and rider made up the top, and the bottom was red with silver stripes. The plaque had Blaine’s name, and Kurt grinned widely.
He turned and held the trophy up, waving it just a bit. “Horseback riding? I didn’t know you even rode horses.”
Blaine blushed and mumbled “Ride.”
“What?” Blaine was leaning against the wall, and he shrugged.
“I still sorta ride horses.”
“Really?” Kurt couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Blaine riding a horse. His mind wandered to dirty thoughts, and he mumbled, “no wonder he’s so good at that.” His thigh muscles were always strong. Kurt shook his head lightly, ridding those thought. At least, until later.
“Huh?” Blaine asked him, not quite hearing him.
“Nothing,” Kurt said with a nervous chuckle, setting the trophy back down. Blaine stepped away from the wall and pulled him into a kiss. Kurt couldn’t help but focus on the feeling of Blaine’s hands on his waist under his shirt, thumbs slowly rubbing circles into his skin.
They both smiled when they separated. “So you played baseball?” Kurt asked him. Blaine leaned his face into his neck with a groan.
“Yeah, I was actually kind of good at it. The problem was, my hair was..” he paused, unsure if he wanted to actually share this information. Deciding that Kurt would find out anyways, he continued, “incredibly long. And it always got really hot under the hat. I was really fast because I was short-“
“Was?” Blaine laughed and gently smacked his arm.
“Hey, I’m not that short!” He pouted.
Kurt humored him by saying “aww” and kissing him once lightly. “Of course not.”
Kurt let go of Blaine and sat on his bed, crossing his legs. Blaine joined him, flopping down and laying his head in Kurt’s lap, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. He smiled in response and started running his fingers through Blaine’s curls, still covered with hair gel. Kurt never understood why Blaine gelled it in the first place, and he had never seen it without it being covered in goop.
“Hey, don’t.” Blaine said when he felt Kurt pulling on his hair slightly, knowing it would look horrible once the “helmet” of gel was undone.
Kurt just hummed and kept running his fingers through his hair, ignoring his boyfriend’s half-hearted protests. Blaine started to groan happily when Kurt’s fingers ran and scrubbed along his scalp. Smiling, Kurt kissed his forehead. He twirled a piece of hair on one of his fingers, watching as it curled immediately. But Blaine saw it as well, and snapped out of his pleasured state.
“Kurt,” he groaned out. “Now I have to go fix my hair before my family gets here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kurt said sarcastically.
Blaine laughed, and suddenly, he sat up. He pushed Kurt by the shoulders down until he was laying on the bed. Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine, noticing the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, you’re sorry?” he asked, and he reached out, wiggling his fingers, digging them into Kurt’s skin. His eyes widened before he broke out laughing.
“Ah! Blaine,” he let out in between fits of giggles, moving his legs desperately. “Stop! Please, just- hahaha- stop!”
Blaine grinned. “I’m sorry, what?” He kept his fingers moving as Kurt flailed on the bed under him.
“Please, cut it out!”
“This is Blaine’s room,” A voice rang out as the door opened. Blaine jumped off of Kurt immediately, the other boy still laughing from the onslaught of tickling. “Oh.”
In the doorway stood three men, all dressed in casual clothes, but their outfits were still considered fancy by Kurt’s standards. The man who had opened the door stopped when he saw the two boys on the bed.
“Dad,” Blaine gasped out. “Uncle Stan, Uncle Mark, hi.” He looked between them all, then back at Kurt, who was blushing furiously, though they hadn’t even been doing anything for him to be embarrassed about. He stood up to meet them at the doorway, pulling Kurt with him. Kurt’s face looked panicked, and he had never seen the boy so nervous.
“I was just showing your uncles around, since they haven’t been here in quite a while.” The man, Blaine’s dad apparently, explained. Blaine nodded in understanding. “So, who’s this?” he asked in a stern voice.
“This,” Blaine said, ushering Kurt forward with a hand on his boyfriend’s back. “is Kurt. He’s my boyfriend.”
Understanding seemed to pass over all the older men’s faces. Kurt smiled and shook Blaine’s father’s hand first, and they both nodded a hello. One of the men smiled and shook Kurt’s hand, introducing himself as Blaine’s uncle Stan.
When Kurt went to shake the other man’s hand, however, he just huffed and walked away, looking disgusted. Kurt frowned and his hand lowered. Blaine swallowed dryly.
“Um,” Blaine said, looking sympathetically at Kurt, somehow trying to comfort him with his gaze. Kurt looked sad, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Don’t worry about him,” Stan said with a smile. “He’s always a bit grumpy after car rides.”
Blaine smiled at him. He mouthed thanks and Stan nodded, patting him on the shoulder affectionately.
“Some of the guests are arriving,” Blaine’s dad said, looking at his son’s disheveled hair. “You might want to change and fix yourself up,” he added, gesturing awkwardly with his hand at Blaine. He frowned and looked at himself as they left the room.
“I thought my outfit looked fine,” he said, looking up at Kurt, who was staring at the ground, obviously upset, but trying to hide it as best he could. “Oh baby, don’t worry about my uncle, he’s just..” he paused, trying to find the right words.
“Homophobic?” Kurt guessed.
“Yeah, I guess.” Blaine’s lips turned down and he pulled Kurt towards him. They shared a quick kiss before Blaine separated himself again. “I should probably fix my hair.” He muttered when he saw his reflection in the mirror leaning against the wall. Large clumps of dark hair were separated from the rest of his hair. He tried putting them back, but they just fell.
“Ugh,” Kurt grunted, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s chest, obviously not liking the idea of Blaine adding more gel to his hair.
Blaine grinned. “Are you okay with going downstairs and talking with my mom for a bit?”
Kurt looked up at him shocked. “Why?” He had hoped Blaine would be there the whole time so he wouldn’t have to meet people without Blaine, and now Blaine was asking him to go down alone?
“Yeah, just for a little bit, I have to get ready for the party.”
“Are you- how will you get clothes?” Kurt asked, confused, his nose crinkling adorably.
“I keep some outfits here just in case,” Blaine said, deep in thought.
“Okay, well I guess I’ll survive without you,” Kurt said.
Blaine kissed him. “I know you will.” He then pushed Kurt out the door. “Now go.”
He closed the door shut, laughing as Kurt yelled “Hey!” through the door.
Blaine put his hands on his hips, before walking into his bathroom.
He had an idea.