After Kurt hung up with Blaine he just laid on his bed, trying to will the blush off his cheeks. He smiled to himself whispering boyfriend over and over for lord knows how long until, that is, he heard a knock on his door.
I swear to god, if it’s Finn…He grumbled under his breath before yelling, “What?” in a less-than-Kurt manner.
“Kurt, Carole says dinner’ll be ready in about ten minutes, just so you know,” his dad yelled through the door.
“Fine,” Kurt could feel all his anger slowly creeping back as everything prior to Blaine’s phone call and visiting Dalton earlier moved from the back burner of his mind to the front.
His dad opened the door and peered down into the mostly dark basement, “What’s wrong with you today?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not, but by now I know better than to fight you on this. Dinner in ten,” Burt said, silently making a note to talk to Finn later to see if he knew what was wrong with Kurt.
“Yeah, I’ll be up soon.” With those words, Burt saw his son shut down, knowing that he wouldn’t be getting responses anytime soon. He shut the door and walked back into the kitchen, offering Carole help.
*break*
Kurt sat up and groaned, his muscles were weak and he just didn’t feel like moving anymore. He grabbed his phone from where it was after he disconnected with Blaine and opened a message.
-I don’t know why, but the second I stopped talking to you, everything got worse almost immediately. : (
He started traipsing upstairs for dinner and as soon as he got through the door upstairs he saw Finn, sitting on the couch staring at the TV, although Kurt could see that he wasn’t really watching it. Good. He thought, smirking to himself. He slid his phone into the back pocket of his jeans as he walked into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of his raspberry iced tea and sat at the table.
He began running the cup across his forehead and as nonchalantly as possible, his eyes, praying they were as swollen as he thought they were from the tears. He felt his phone vibrate, pulling it out of his pocket he glanced down to his lap.
-Then don’t stop talking to me. ; ) You don’t have a reason to.
Kurt blushed furiously as he saw the winky face, not that he really had a reason to, he just liked seeing it there. For him. Just him.
-You’re right, I don’t. But, just so you know, you signed up for this. Be prepared for the wrath of Kurt Hummel in text form for the next ohh…..long time? It’s dinner time. Dad definitely knows something’s wrong. Let’s see how long it takes Finn to crack.
Kurt laughed out loud and balanced his phone on his left knee as everyone else joined him at the table. Carole made saut�ed chicken in a garlic/balsamic vinegar sauce and had poured it over angel hair pasta. It was served (as per Kurt’s requested) with their nightly salad.
Everyone started dishing out their food while Kurt glanced down at his knee, reading the newest message from Blaine.
-I don’t know him, but I’m gonna say in ten minutes, no more, you’ll be telling everyone about how you were at Dalton today.
-Yeah, right. You’re on. I’m giving it five minutes. Loser buys coffee tomorrow?
-It’s a date. ; )
Yet again, Kurt is pretty sure he swooned at that response.
–You bet it is. : )
He looked up and reached for the salad and put a small amount on his plate, surprisingly full from his dinner with Blaine which was at about the time they normally ate dinner. He didn’t know how everyone could eat so much this late at night.
“You’re not hungry, Kurt?” Carole asked him.
“I ate a few hours ago,” he admitted, shrugging.
Finn’s head perked up at this, “Where’d you go?” he asked.
Kurt, knowing this would help him win the bet with Blaine, smiled and answered simply; “The Mud House.”
Burt and Finn looked hopelessly confused, but Carole’s eyebrows quirked at mention of this.
“The Mud House? That’s the coffee house in Westerville, isn’t it?”
Kurt confirmed this simply.
“Dude, why were you in Westerville?” Finn asked, his mouth hanging open a little as he finished the sentence.
“Doing what you guys told me to, dude.”
He grabbed his phone and let his fingers fly over the keyboard, Here we go. Looks like someone owes me coffee ; )
*break*
Burt looked from Finn to Kurt in and almost cartoonish manner, “Who told you to do what, Kurt?”
Kurt’s left eyebrow went up as he looked at Finn, even Finn could see that this meant; you or me? Finn angled his eyes downward, so Kurt took that to mean that he’d be telling the story. So, taking a deep breath Kurt recalled the story, from Puck telling him to make himself useful, to driving to Dalton, to meeting Blaine (he left out the seeing Blaine shirtless, hanging his room and getting a boyfriend) and Blaine saying that he’d be Kurt’s friend.
Burt was fuming. Carole was staring at the wall opposite her, and Finn was staring at his plate. Kurt, however, looked down at his phone and almost snorted –Damn.
Taking advantage of everyone’s silence he typed out his response; Whoa, Mr. Dapper. I didn’t think of you as one to curse. He blushed slightly, while feeling better and added, It’s kind of hot ; ) (A/N: I’ve always thought of Kurt being particularly outgoing with Blaine. He ain’t afraid to flirt with his man)
“What the hell?” Was all Burt could ask once he was able to form complete sentences once again.
“Dad, it’s fine. I’m used to it. Don’t get mad at Finn,” he said, even though he was thoroughly pissed at his step-brother right now. “I’m fine, and now I have Blaine. Who actually understands what I’m going through, so it was really a win.”
Burt, still fuming just glared from Kurt to Finn, his gaze lingering longer on Finn. Carole had finally focused on what was going on now and she looked at Kurt.
“Kurt, why don’t you go downstairs, Burt, why don’t you take a walk around the block and cool off.”
*break*
Kurt sighed and stood up mouthing thank you to Carole and slipped downstairs. He looked at his phone once he got to his room and almost dropped it.
-Mhmm. Then I’ll have to do it more often won’t I? ; )
This boy just might be the death of him.
-You’re definitely going to have to do it more. So, you wanna hear the story about dinner?
After Kurt set the phone down he walked into the bathroom to begin is moisturizing routine. Twenty minutes later he looked back at his phone to see three missed calls, and four messages. All from Blaine.
-You can’t just tease me with telling me and then not answer! That’s just cruel!
-Kurt?! I have to knooooooooooooooooow!
-Kurt? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you answering?
-Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurtiiiiiiiiiiiie!!!!!!!!!!!!! Answer sweetie! (Yes. I just called you Kurtie and sweetie. Deal!)
Kurt hit send twice.
KURT!
“Yes? ……………Blainey?” He smirked at this.
You didn’t answer me. Kurt could hear the frown forming on his face I was scared.
“Sorry. I was moisturizing.”
For twenty minutes?! Who does that?!
“Your boyfriend does. So get used to it, Mister!”
They both smiled over the boyfriend comment before Kurt launched into a story of what happened at dinner, although it wasn’t very long considering Blaine already knew most of it.
”Then Carole told me and dad to leave. I assume she wanted to talk to Finn but, whatever.”
Blaine whistled and exhaled at the same time "Jeez, I’m sorry, sweetie." Kurt loved how he emphasized sweetie. It made his heart pound.
“It’s okay; I’m just excited to see you tomorrow. Is it weird to say I miss you already?” He asked blushing.
"Of course not. I miss you, too. I can’t wait to see you."
Kurt smiled and answered, “Same here. We should get to sleep, though. We’ve got a big day of not going to school tomorrow.”
Absolutely. But, first, what’s the plan for tomorrow? Meeting here? Meeting there?
“Uhh. Good question. You have any idea what you want to do?”
"Actually, yeah. I just have to Google something first. I’ll text you in a couple of minutes to let you know, okay?"
“Should I be scared?” Kurt questioned, thoroughly nervous. He was going to trust his boyfriend of a few hours, the boy he’d only known for a few hours previous to that. I’m completely mental for doing this. But, he’s amazing.
"Kurt, don’t be scared. I promise." Just the purity in that calmed Kurt immediately.
“I believe you. If I don’t respond to your cryptic message then I’m asleep, so I’ll say goodnight now. ‘Night, Blaine.”
Goodnight, boyfriend.
Kurt smiled and disconnected. He went to change into pajamas, while normally he’d be in his typical silky pajamas; right now he just wanted pure comfort so he slipped into sweats and a t-shirt. One of his mom’s old ones. He climbed into bed and plugged his phone into his charger. Creating a new text to Blaine he typed just one thing; lessthanthree. He turned his bedside lamp off, nestled into his duvet cover and pushed the shirt up into his nose, inhaling deeply. I miss you, mom. So much. I think you’d really like Blaine. He’s amazing. He whispered before closing his eyes on one of the strangest but best days he’s ever had.
*break*
Kurt woke up when his alarm went off at 6:15 the next morning; he stretched then just lay in his bed for a few more minutes, willing himself to get up. His eyes were heavy from the tears yesterday. Yesterday. Blaine. Dalton. Boyfriend. Skipping school. Blaine. Today. Boyfriend. He almost comically jumped out of his bed grabbing at his phone. There were three messages from Blaine, the earliest of which was from about five minutes after they hung up last night.
-I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Text me your address. Oh, the joys of GPS.
Then:
-You’re asleep, I’m guessing. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow (or today, by the time you get this) lessthanthree to you too, sweetie.
Then, there was one from only a few minutes ago:
-Good morning, handsome. I hope you’re ready for a thoroughly thrilling day. I know I am. Lessthanthree.
Kurt’s chest expanded. The terms of endearment hit his heart in the sweetest, most perfect way.
-Well, good morning yourself, handsome. I can’t wait to see you. The address would be; 616 Lerner Dr. What time are you getting here? When do I get to see you? Do you miss me? I miss you? Lessthanthree.
Kurt was ready to see Blaine, beyond ready actually. His boyfriend was coming over today and Kurt wouldn’t be able to calm down until then.
-Wow. You’re hyper in the morning. I’ve gotta remember that. Well, I just left, so I’ll see you around nineish? I’ll pick up coffee when I get closer. Just figure out how to get out of school.
Kurt knew the perfect way. He walked upstairs to the kitchen, got a glass of orange juice looked at his dad who was sitting at the table eating toast, again, as per Kurt’s instructions.
“I’m not in the mood to go to school today. I’m staying home,” and with that he walked back downstairs with his orange juice.
No one followed him. Done and done. I’ll see you soon, I hope. Don’t text and drive. Boyfriends don’t die. Lessthanthree.
Kurt lay back on his bed; he couldn’t get ready until everyone left. Nearly an hour later, his dad stuck his head down.
“Have a good day, kid. Get out of the house if you want, you need it. I love you.”
“I love you, too, dad,” Kurt responded as he heard the front door close. He headed for the shower and got ready.
Exactly one hour and twenty three minutes later, Kurt was dressed impeccably in navy blue skinny jeans that took almost too much effort to get into, a white button up shirt, a pale pink bowtie and his favorite pair of boots that accentuated his butt rather well, hitting just below his knee with a slight heel. He sat downstairs, at his vanity as his phone vibrated,
-T-minus fiveish minutes. Lessthanthree
-Good! The front door’s open, just let yourself in. Head through the living room, into the kitchen. There’s a door right to the right of the kitchen door. Come downstairs. I’m waiting ; ) lessthanthree.
-Okay, I think I’m pulling onto your street. See you momentarily lessthanthree.
Kurt then proceeded to flail for the next minute while he waited for Blaine. He heard the front door open and his heart stopped.
Oh, my god. There is a boy in my house. A boy. Coming down to my room. My boyfriend! And, so , he waited silently for Blaine to come downstairs.
*break*
He heard the door open and he looked up; his heart started beating out of his chest. Blaine looked so different out of his uniform. Still put together, but not as spot on. His hair, however, was just as gelled as the previous day. He let his eyes roam appreciatively over his appearance, he was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, although they were nowhere near as tight as Kurt’s, with a blue shirt with white lines that created a hodge-podge plaid design, topped with a thin white tie. When Kurt finally managed to draw his eyes up to Blaine’s he saw that Blaine was doing similarly, so he stood up, partially to give Blaine a better view, partially to get closer to him.
Blaine cleared his throat and finished walking down the stairs and came to a halt a few feet away from Kurt, who would feel the heat rising to his cheeks.
“Hi,” Kurt whispered, unsure what else to do. He noticed Blaine’s smile soften as he responded with a very dapper, “Hello.”
He saw Blaine blush slightly as he added, “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, boyfriend,” Kurt said, holding out boyfriend longer than strictly necessary, not that Blaine minded at all. He took a few tentative steps forward and extended his arms toward Kurt, who smiled and did likewise.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt cautiously being careful of the more recent scars on the other boys back. “Good,” he whispered into Kurt’s left ear. Kurt shivered involuntarily as Blaine chuckled and wordlessly stored the response into his mind to remember for later. The boys just stayed like that, marveling in the other’s presence, thankful that they had one another. That was until Kurt broke the silence.
“I thought you had coffee?” he asked as his protruded his bottom lip forward slightly.
Chuckling once more, Blaine released Kurt. “I left it on the kitchen table when I got here.”
Kurt exhaled dramatically, “Good, because Kurt Hummel without coffee is not a good way to start the morning.”
“You haven’t had any yet? I had three cups back at Dalton!”
Kurt mumbled something. “What was that, Kurtie?”
“I said I wanted to wait for you,” he admitted blushing profusely, averting his eyes from Blaine’s hazel ones.
“That is the cutest thing ever,” Blaine admitted, then smiling as Kurt’s eyes found their way back to his. “Now, how about I get you some coffee?”
“Thank you!” Kurt exclaimed as he left Blaine and dashed upstairs, giggling.
*break*
He got to the kitchen and stopped, not only had Blaine gotten coffee he’d gotten some kind of baked good that smelled heavenly and – Kurt had to do a double take – a single lily was sitting on top of the drink carrier that their coffees were perched in. Kurt turned around as Blaine reached him and Blaine saw a single tear slide down his cheek.
“Hey. No crying today. Knock that off,” he said tenderly as he wiped the tear from the other boy’s perfect face.
Kurt reached out and pulled him into a hug, whispering a thank you, which elicited the same response from Blaine, a slight shiver. The two just stood there for a few minutes basking in the glow of finally feeling wanted.
Blaine was the first to release his grasp, slowly though. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us, we’d better start now!”
Kurt laughed, a sound which sounded so angelic to Blaine he simply marveled at the boy, missing his response.
“Blaine?”
“Yeah! That’s me!” Blain blurted out.
Another laugh from Kurt, “I asked where we’re going.”
“It’s a surprise! I’m not going to tell you!”
Kurt began pouting, but Blaine promptly turn around, “Nope, the pout can’t work on me if I can’t see it, Kurtie! I refuse to give in!” And with that, Blaine grabbed a coffee and pranced from the room. Jeez, he’s definitely showing his gay side now…
Kurt grabbed his coffee and the bag with the baked goods – scones he noted as he peeked into the bag – before realizing that he should put the lily in something. He quickly got a glass, filled it with water and set it in the center of the table. Heading into the living room, his eyebrows creased together; Where’d he go? Oh, God. He left.
He peeked out the window and let out a breath, Don’t overreact, Hummel. He watched Blaine in the driver’s seat and laughed, nearly falling over. He was jamming. But, it wasn’t just ‘car jamming’, it was full on trying to dance. In the car. With his seatbelt on. He tried to subdue the laughter as he walked outside but once he saw Blaine doing the sprinkler (or a hopeless rendition of it), he completely lost it. He laughed until he couldn’t stand and then he fell over, grasping his sides while tears ran down his cheeks. He vaguely heard Blaine get out of the car and run over to him, but he just continued laughing. He felt like it was twenty minutes later, but in reality it was probably only two.
“What caused that!?” Blaine nearly screamed once Kurt had slowly regained composure.
Still giggling, Kurt answered; “Just this boy sitting in my driveway. Doing the sprinkler. The damn sprinkler, Blaine! I didn’t think anyone sane did that anymore!”
Blaine’s eyes widened slightly but just as fast as it happened, it was gone. “Well, I do it. Only sparingly when I deem necessary and – why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because I don’t understand how Blaine Dapperson who says things like, ‘only sparingly when I deem necessary’ can sit in a car and do the sprinkler!” Kurt laughed harder still.
Blaine just stood there, not quite glaring at Kurt. When that didn’t work he pulled a puppy. Kurt’s face visibly softened as he swooned at the face. “Stop laughing at me,” Blaine said, pouting.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Kurt reddened even more from the laughing at saying babe. “I won’t laugh anymore. But, will you help me up?”
Blaine sighed and held his hand out, yanking up the other boy he pulled him into his arms, wrapping them gingerly around Kurt’s waist.
Blaine leaned his head towards Kurt’s and whispered – hell it was almost a growl – “You were right about the cursing. Huge turn on.” He released Kurt, winked at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes framed by unnaturally long eyelashes and then retreated back to his car.
Kurt stood, totally immobile for a good minute. Blaine didn’t go to move, he just waited, knowing Kurt would have to move eventually. Finally, after his heart rate returning to normal and waiting for the blush to slowly fade he made his way to the car grinning. As he got in, Blaine was wearing a satisfied smirk. Oh, hell this is so on.
*break*
Kurt slipped into the car, clutching his coffee, though after his laugh attack, he didn’t need it so much as he desperately wanted it.
“Okay. You’ve got ten minutes til we’re there. And no, before you ask, I will not tell you.”
Kurt smirked and then nonchalantly (and totally 100% on purpose) said, “Mmmmm. Damn.” He silently cheered when he saw Blaine momentarily tense up only to have it ease back into utter relaxed perfection a millisecond later. This is going to be harder than I thought
The drive passed without incident, other than glances at each other when neither was looking and soon they pulled into a parking lot.
“Gokarting, Blaine? Seriously?” Kurt asked. “Do I seriously seem like the kind of gay kid that would go gokarting?!” Kurt had never been, nor had even wanted to be gokarting. Even with Blaine, he still didn’t want to do it.
“Kurt,” Blaine leaned in towards Kurt, Oh, shit. This isn’t going to go over well. “You’re going gokarting with me and I’ll be damned if you don’t have fun.” Shit. There’s the growl again! “After we’re done here, we’ll do whatever you want. “
Kurt perked up at the last part, not that he didn’t perk up before that. “Anything?”
“Whatever your little heart desires, sweetie,” Blaine cooed.
Grumbling, Kurt flung the door open as he heard Blaine cheer.
Blaine walked up to where Kurt was standing defiantly, with his arms crossed in front of him and his hip popped out. Damn he makes that so sexy. No bad Blaine! Undapper Blaine bad!
“Kurt. The faster you go gokarting with me, the faster we do whatever you want. And, honey, I do mean whatever you want.”
“Shit. Let’s get this over with then,” Kurt said winking as the flounced off. Blaine stood sentinel for a few moments trying to get his mind off of that hot boy who was all his.
Once Blaine reached Kurt they walked to the line together which was full of kids for some reason. Blaine looked around and saw it.
“School bus. This has to be a field trip,” he said wincing.
Kurt shared the same feelings, with kids and their teachers there; they had to be careful about the PDA, not that there was going to be any, of course. And the cursing. This whole gokarting thing really was going to suck.
As they stood in line they were in silence, but it was a comfortable silence, occasionally they would catch each other’s eye or they would momentarily brush their hands, and though the other didn’t know they both thought about how desperately they just wanted to grasp hands and hold on forever.
Finally, finally they paid and went in to get in the monstrously long line. Blaine, ever the gentleman let Kurt go in front of him and – Oh. Hell. Those mother----hnnnngh. Those pants! Blaine never got a chance to notice them back at Kurt’s house but, damn. How did he get those on? There had to be some kind of something used. Oil? Butter? Anything? Ohhh. Oil. I like that idea. Oh, damnit, Blaine Anderson! UNDAPPER THOUGHTS ARE BAD! Especially with kids. Oh, hell. This line needs to move faster. I just…I want to kiss this boy senseless.
*break*
Kurt was more than slightly terrified. Blaine hadn’t said anything in nearly ten minutes. He felt his phone vibrate. He snorted. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel snorted. In. public.
-I’m perfectly willing to leave. Right now. If it means I get to watch you walk out in those pants. Because, damn, sweetie. I’m enjoying this view.
Kurt whipped around at the last sentence, burning crimson. Blaine was standing there, with a smug smirk on his face with his hands, casually in his pockets. Kurt had had enough. He ducked under the pathetic excuse for a fence holding them in and stalked off. Does he make his hips sway like that on purpose? Or is it unknown? I love this view. However, Blaine followed him out, eyes on Kurt’s - ahem assets – the whole time out.
Kurt stood at Blaine’s car, tapping his foot impatiently, and waiting for him to unlock the door. He heard the click as Blaine hit the button. He got in and sat silently. Blaine got in, terrified.
“Kurt?”
“Drive.” Was his only response.
Blaine was scared. He did as Kurt said. He backed out of the spot, got out of the parking lot and drove. Kurt said nothing, except for telling him which direction to turn. “Left here.” “Left.” “Right” “Third entrance,” was the last one Kurt said.
Blaine looked at the sign and saw, “Lima Mall”. Kurt was…..going shopping? Utterly perplexed, Blaine followed Kurt out of the car, through the parking lot’s copious amount of cars, and into the huge doors.
*break*
Kurt Hummel was on a mission and this was a mission that Blaine would enjoy. He darted in and out of people, praying that for Blaine’s sake, he was close behind. After much maneuvering, he had reached the Macy’s that occupied the entire far left side of the mall. He felt Blaine behind him and he has to physically stop himself from grabbing the boys hand in his own now that they were away from the little children.
It was like he was a tornado. He tore through the men’s department in record time, even for him. He picked things out for him and a few out for Blaine. Heading to the dressing rooms, he felt Blaine trailing closely behind him. Gesturing for Blaine to sit on one of the chairs, he left several things with Blaine, but took the rest into a larger changing room.
Kurt picked up the tightest pair of pants he remembers grabbing, which were white, he finds the powder blue – but also very form fitting – plaid shirt and an emerald green bowtie. Normally, these colors wouldn’t work but somehow, miraculously, they worked on him.
Kurt opened the door and went to the floor length mirror that just so happened to be right by Blaine. Perfect. He thought that this couldn’t go better.
He twirled right to Blaine, looking down and him and raising his eyebrows he whispers, “You can touch it you know.” And with that he walks slowly back to the door, putting as much emphasis on his hips as possible. He turns around, raises his eyebrows once more and jerks his head behind him, gesturing into the dressing room behind him.
Once Blaine’s in the room, Kurt closes the door and steps right into Blaine’s face.
“Next time you want to stare at my ass,” Kurt whispered, reaching for Blaine’s hands. “Don’t. Just grab it. It’s yours, babe.” With that, Kurt took Blaine’s hands and guided them to Kurt’s ass.
Blaine intakes a sharp breath as Kurt looked down at him with eyes that were slowly turning a dark grey. Blaine slowly leaned in towards Kurt, pausing when he was less than an inch away and whispered, in the sweetest, quietest voice that Kurt had ever heard – kiss me.
So, he did. He tilted his head down, ever so slightly and pressed his mouth to Blaine’s in what could only be described as bliss. It wasn’t sexual, or sensual, it was romantic. Hopelessly romantic. Blaine pulled away first, moving one of his hands (with great difficulty) from Kurt’s ass to his face, cupping the other boy’s face and brushing his chin, just under his lip gently with a thumb. Kurt leaned his face into the touch and gently pressed a chaste kiss to the pad of his thumb.
Kurt looked into the hazel eyes and whispered, More. Blaine happily obliged, moving the arm on Kurt’s face, he wrapped it around his waist, still keeping the other firmly where it was. He felt Kurt wrap his arms around his back and then proceeded to run his hands up and down it before slipping lower and sliding themselves into Blaine’s back pockets.
When he felt that, Blaine moaned into Kurt’s mouth. He felt Kurt grin through the kiss before pulling away and whispering, That was SO much hotter than the cursing, babe.