Chapter 34 - Homecoming Court

Wednesday at School

‘...Your senior homecoming court queen nominees are Jessica Ballard, Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez and Abbey Frost.'

Kurt turned to Puck, "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

"Dude I voted for Blaine.  That's gotta mean something.  If I think Blaine is cool, everyone must think the same."

"You're a trendsetter, Puck."  Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Dude, he's the star of the football team.  You gotta consider that even if I didn't vote for him, a ton of other people did.  And now that it's out that his family is rich and owns a football team, he's every girl's wet dream."  Kurt cringed at the words.

"Nice Puck."

"I'm just saying."  They were finished naming all the rest of the nominees by class and were getting ready to start on the boys.

‘... and now your senior homecoming court king nominees.  Give a hand to Finn Hudson, Rick "The Stick" Nelson, Jake Downs and Blaine Anderson.'

"Okay.  I guess there's not much I can do about it."  Kurt was deflated because the girls would be asking to campaign with him and he didn't want to be staring at pictures of Blaine with any girls.

"It'll be okay bro."  Puck patted Kurt on the shoulder.  "He'll win without even campaigning."

‘Voting starts tomorrow.  Be sure to have your vote count.  Stop by the voting table during your lunch time.'

The bell rang and Kurt was ecstatic for the day to be over.  Blaine was already at his locker waiting for him.  He could tell immediately that Kurt was annoyed.  "You know I didn't want to be nominated."  Blaine put a hand on Kurt's arm.  "Babe, I love you.  I'm here for you.  Don't forget that.  This will blow over in a few weeks."

"I know it will, but not until after every senior girl nominee asks you to campaign with them because you're a sure winner and not until every girl in the school tries to get you to go with them."

Blaine looked confused.  "First, how am I a sure winner?"

"Blaine, your grandfather owns an NFL football team and you're the star player.  You're definitely going to be king."

"Second, there's only one person I'm interested in being my queen."  Blaine leaned in for a kiss but was rebuffed.

"Do I need to remind you that I'm not a girl?"

Blaine remained persistent.  "Do I need to remind you that I'm marrying you?  I love you Kurt.  I love you more than anything."

Kurt looked at Blaine's pleading eyes and softened.  "I'm sorry.  I just get aggravated."  Just then a crowd of people getting ready to leave started to yell out things like ‘way to go Blaine, you got this one Blaine, congratulations Blaine".  Kurt took a deep breath.  "See what I mean.  I can't wait until Homecoming's over.  I don't even want to go."

"Wait a minute.  You have to go with me Kurt.  I can't go by myself."

"You could go with whoever you decide to campaign with."  Kurt reluctantly took Blaine's hand.  "Come on, Mr. Popularity, let's go to Glee."

"But I want to go with you.  I'm not going unless you come with me."  They made their way into the choir room.  They had Glee after school today and then Blaine would have to get to practice.

"There he is."  Santana made her way over to Blaine threading her arm into his.  "Hello Blaine, Let's talk about you getting up on this body."

Blaine looked at Kurt and Kurt gave him a knowing look.  "It's starts."  Kurt let go and sat down in his seat while Santana started to thread her fingers into Blaine's. 

Santana turned Blaine toward her and hitched her leg around Blaine's thigh.  "You and me.  We would make the best Homecoming King and Queen.  I might even let you get up on me if you wanted to try a hot mama out." 

Blaine cringed, "Thanks for the offer Santana, but I think you're forgetting that I'm on a different team."  Blaine made his way to Kurt and pushed his chair right up next to him. 

"Well, the offer still stands Blaine.  I gots me some awesome moves in the bedroom.  Maybe you would switch sides if you experienced them.  Hummel can't be that good." 

Kurt huffed.  "Quit being a slut Santana.  Just stop.  Blaine does not want to sleep with you and how dare you make moves on my man."  Kurt stood and faced Santana who had made her way to the back row.  "For the record, Blaine would never sleep with a two bit whore when he has me.  I can satisfy him better than you without even trying."  Mr. Schue walked in on the last comment and Blaine turned bright red.  Kurt plopped himself back into his seat and crossed his legs.  He was red with anger as he huffed out an apology to Blaine.  "I'm sorry.  It just makes me angry that everyone thinks I'm a frigid bitch in bed."

Blaine took Kurt's hands and intertwined their fingers.  "I think you're totally hot in bed, or the couch, even the shower or the bathtub."  Kurt finally smiled at Blaine.  "Don't let her get to you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, can I have a kiss?"

Kurt leaned in and gave Blaine a peck on the lips.

"Okay class.  We have our last group singing today and I'll announce the winners on Friday.  Mike, Tina, the floor's all yours."  Mr. Schue sat down next to Kurt.

Blaine had hoped that Kurt was in a better frame of mind by the time he got home from practice.  He was walking on thin ice and it wasn't even his fault.  Kurt really blew this whole homecoming thing out of proportion.  He knew he needed to help Kurt through this.  It wasn't what he wanted either, but he didn't really have any control over it.  "Kurt come here."  Kurt pouted as he walked over and sat on the couch next to Blaine.  He looked to cute playing the sad puppy.  "Come on Kurt.  Let's get changed and sit by the fire.  It's a perfect night for it.  You're done with your homework and so am I."

Kurt was moping as Blaine dragged him upstairs.  He remained silent as they changed into sleep pants and tee shirts.  "Blaine?  Do I satisfy you?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt lovingly.  Kurt was always insecure about something.  He was getting better, but Blaine should have known that Santana's comment would get him thinking about intimacy.  He thought they were over the hurdle after the weekend.  "I thought you and I agreed this weekend that we are perfect for each other."

"We did and I love you, but Santana said..."

Blaine cut in immediately, "Santana has no idea what she's talking about.  She never does.  She says things on purpose to hurt people.  You know she doesn't mean it."

"I think she meant it when she offered herself up like a whore."

"She can offer all she wants.  I'm taken.  I'm the only one that knows how satisfying you are."  Blaine pulled Kurt close and at the moment, he was still stiff in Blaine's arms.  "I would do anything to take away any doubts you have about us and our future.  It's going to happen Kurt.  I can't wait for it to happen.  It will be like a dream come true.  Now let's go downstairs and watch TV in front of the fire."

Blaine pulled Kurt with him on the couch and wrapped them both in the blanket as they watch a re-run of Project Runway.  "I hope it's a nice day when we get married.  It's like a sign of things to come."

"It'll be a perfect day because our life it going to be perfect."

"How did you become so darn optimistic?"

"When did you become so pessimistic?"  Kurt shrugged.  "A little pessimism in my Kurt is okay, but when it gets this bad, I just want to take you away."  That's when Blaine had a fantastic idea.  He would take Kurt to Paris right after Christmas.  Blaine made a mental note to talk to his family and Burt and Carole about it.  He didn't want to ruin any plans they had after Christmas.

"I'm so happy that you got nominated, but I feel a little left out and people are going to be all over you until Homecoming.  Maybe I'm being childish, but I've kind of had the monopoly on your attention and I like it."

Blaine leaned into a lying down position on the couch encouraging Kurt to lie on his chest and settle between his legs.  "Look at me."  Kurt lay on his stomach looking up at Blaine with his chin resting on the top of his hands.  "You're so beautiful Kurt.  I don't want to win this thing, but I know I probably have a good chance.  Just remember, no matter who the queen is, I only have eyes for you."

"I try to be mad at you Blaine and I just can't.  I've waited so long to have you as mine, I just can't be mad."  Kurt kissed Blaine's belly.  "I love you so much.  I guess it would be great if you won.  You know, a step in the right direction for gay men."

"Okay.  I'm not going to make this a statement.  If I win, I win, if I don't great.  Then I can spend the entire evening staring at my gorgeous fiancée and stepping on his feet.  Okay?"

"Okay."  Kurt turned around and laid back between Blaine's leg resting sideways on his chest so that he could see Blaine.  "We have homecoming spirit week next week.  I hope it's not ridiculous."

"I've never had a homecoming you know."

"What?"  Kurt looked up at Blaine.

"Dalton didn't have a football team.  Too small.  So, we never had homecoming."  Blaine looked like he wanted to tell Kurt something.  "I was kind of hoping that we could do all the activities and stuff.  Even though I didn't want to be nominated and don't really deserve it, it's cool that I got a nomination."

At that moment, Kurt felt like a selfish bastard.  He was so worried about how he felt about everything that he didn't even consider that this was a first for all of these things.  Blaine had never experienced any of this before.  Kurt whispered, "I'm sorry Blaine.  I didn't even think that you never got to do anything like this before.  It should be very exciting for you and I was being completely selfish."  Kurt's eyes glistened with unshed tears.  "I hope you win Blaine.  It would be so exciting for you."

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm an idiot.  I never think about your feelings and I hurt them."  Kurt hid his face in Blaine's chest. 

"Hey.  I love you.  I am excited, but it's okay that you aren't.  None of this takes the place of you anyway.  It's just kind of fun for me.  Now, quit crying and let's make out."  Blaine loved this quiet time with nothing to do.  He wanted to throw all of Kurt's worries out the door and kiss away every painful memory he had. He couldn't wait to make future happy memories with Kurt. 

"Love you so much."  Kurt turned and laid on top of Blaine to capture his bottom lip between his teeth nipping gently at it.  Kurt was half hard already.  "Why can I not just kiss you without it turning into sex or something?  I sometimes feel like I'm a whore because I want it all the time with you." 

Blaine nudged his hips up.  "You, my love, are not a whore.  I'm not complaining and I can say that I want you just about all the time, but we don't have to do anything tonight.  We can just be us."  Sometimes it was nice to get back to the times when they talked for hours about all kinds of things.  They were developing a sort of life together that had its ups and downs but made their relationship all the more worth it.

Kurt moved his lips gently back over Blaine's breathing him in and taking the time to remember Blaine and taste what was Blaine.  Their tongues tangled together in a familiar dance as they lazily kissed each other before parting.  "How is our first kiss going to be?"

"I think it's a little late for a first kiss Kurt."  Blaine laughed even though his joke wasn't funny to Kurt.

"Blaine, you know what I mean.  When we're standing there in front of all those people, how are we going to kiss?  Are we going to hug with a sweet kiss on the lips, are we going to use tongue, or kiss on the cheek?  What's the right thing?"  Kurt continued to visualize standing in front of his closest friends and the hundreds of acquaintances, business partners and officials.

"I think the right this is to do what we feel at the time.  I think I'm going to want to give you a real kiss in the presence of everyone.  I don't care what they think.  If they don't support us getting married and don't like us showing how we feel about each other, they really shouldn't be there."  Blaine knew he was right, but he knew Kurt would be concerned about making people feel uncomfortable.

"You're right Blaine."  They both lay down on the couch side by side with Blaine wrapping his arms around Kurt as they talked, Project Runway forgotten.  "I'm going to kiss you however it feels right at the moment.  It's our wedding and I want to remember it.  It's supposed to be our memories."

"What about vows?"  Blaine was so happy to just be talking to Kurt.  It's how they started out the many months ago at Dalton.  They became close through talking about things. 

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know.  We could do the standard?"  Deep down, Blaine hoped that Kurt didn't want that to be traditional.

"I want to write our own."  Kurt smiled and Blaine leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.  It was innocent and loving. 

"Good.  Settled.  I was hoping you wanted that too."

"Yeah.  I already know part of what I want to say.  I just want to make sure I say it right.  I'm not an English genius like some people I know."  Kurt ran his palm over the rough stubble on Blaine's face.

"Me too."  Blaine yawned.  "Let's go to sleep.  I'm tired and I want to be fresh for team dinner tomorrow.  Game on Friday and Homecoming week is next week." 

They walked hand in hand up the stairs with wedding thoughts in their minds.  The day was long and they made it through with no major problems.  Kurt got upset, but they dealt with it.  Blaine shared his feelings and Kurt realized some things that he should consider.  All in all, it was a good night and why ruin a good thing when you can curl up in bed with the one you love and know that they'll be there in the morning.

Friday's football game was away and Blaine seemed to have made it through unscathed.  It was like a magical gift that he didn't get hurt and Kurt didn't overreact.  There were a lot of people that crowded around Blaine on Thursday and Friday offering their support on him being the Homecoming King.  Surprisingly, Santana laid off and decided to run with Puck.  Quinn didn't even bother to ask, which was nice enough in Kurt's mind.  The less he had to deal with women coming on to Blaine, the better his frame of mind would be.

The football game was a bit unreal for Blaine as the crowd cheered his name.  Kurt was taken by the slow rise of Blaine's name being chanted whenever he was out on the field.  He was surrounded by the family again with Ellen Catherine on either side of him.  Next thing he knows he started to hear from the other end of the bleachers a low chant.  "Blaine. Blaine. Blaine.  Blaine."  It started out quiet and started to grow.  Kurt must've looked like someone just gave him laughing juice.  He couldn't stop laughing as his family started to cheer along with everyone else.  It was just funny hearing everyone cheer the gay man. 

Burt patted Kurt on the shoulder.  "You okay Kid?"

"Fine Dad."

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I've been in Lima my whole life and been shoved into lockers, slushied, put in trash cans and any had any numerous slurs thrown at me and Blaine walks in and he's like a God."  There was hurt and strangely adoration in Kurt's demeanor.  Burt wasn't sure if he should worry or not. 

Ellen leaned in, "Kurt, you are the lucky one here.  You've got the guy that they're all cheering for.  He's your man.  Enjoy it Honey."

Catherine added, "Just remember that Blaine isn't used to this either.  I'm not even sure he likes the attention.  Maybe you can use this to your advantage Sweetheart.  There's nothing wrong with riding on coattails.  He would go anywhere if you were there."

"I know.. I know..  I am kind of jealous that it's been easy for Blaine, but on the other hand, I wouldn't have wanted him to endure what I had to for the last three years."  Kurt wasn't paying attention.  Actually the women and Kurt were so busy talking that they didn't notice that Blaine had scored.

McKinley scored again, number 88 Anderson the receiver.  They've extended their lead to three touchdowns, one from Chang and two from Anderson.  Clay hasn't seen the end zone all night.

"I can't believe he scored another one.  Where the heck did he learn to play?  And if he were taller could he have gone to college for this?"

Jack answered.  "Kurt, his passion is literature and music.. well.. and you."  The men laughed.  Blaine is too sensitive to play ball son.  Plus, he likes music too much to waste his time on football."

"Dad, I'm totally fine with Blaine not playing football for a living.  Catherine would never talk to me again if we had to deal with broken bones, cuts, bruises and concussions."  Catherine nodded.

"JR, you wouldn't have to deal with all that.  Kurt would."  All the adults laughed about it.

"I'm glad you can all laugh at my expense."  Kurt wasn't serious and they knew it. 

Jack just patted him on the back.  "Better you than my son.  He's an old fart and can't take jokes like you can."

Kurt just smiled.  His family life was so much better than he ever imagined it to be.  In Kurt's mind, if he ever met anyone, there was no way that his parents would be as great as Burt was and grandparents would definitely not be as understanding.  Burt cut into his thoughts.  "Kurt, are you with us Kid?" 

"Oh.. Sorry dad.  I was just thinking."

"Anything you need to share?"

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am."  He looked around at his entire family.  It was a perfect sight.

Things seemed to be falling into place with Homecoming spirit week upon them.  Monday was ‘Reality TV Star day' and Kurt had an idea to dress up as pregnant Snooki and The Situation from Jersey Shore.  When Monday announcements came at the end of the day, they were name the most creatively dressed.  Blaine was having a blast with the themed days.  That was, until he got home on Monday night and Kurt was sitting in the closet all upset.  When Blaine entered, Kurt started throwing socks and shirts around.  "This is so stupid!"

"Whoa, wait a minute.  What did those clothes do to deserve this punishment?"

"It's stupid Blaine.  Just plain stupid."  Kurt could barely contain himself.

"What's stupid?  You need to back up just a few steps to where you can tell me what is so stupid."

"Tomorrow is mismatch day and I can't possibly go to school mismatched.  For that matter, I don't think I can walk around all day and look at people that are mismatched.  I might actually go crazy!  I mean crazy, Blaine!  Can you imagine all the people that will be walking around with no matching anything!  I think it might cause me to go nuts!  I mean, who thought of this stupid theme!  It makes no fashion sense at all!  That's it, I'm doomed to be committed.  Then we can't get married, because our families will have to commit me to an institution where you'll be allowed to look at me through one of those little windows and they won't let me use my hands because they'll be all tied up and I won't be able to fix my hair."  Kurt kept going on and on.  Blaine had never seen him out of sorts this way.

"Baby, Baby, come here."  He pulled Kurt into a warm hug and rocked him slowly.  It was almost like a dance.  "Now take a deep breath, Kurt.  I want to feel you take a deep breath."  Kurt obeyed and sighed.  "Why is this bothering you so much?" 

"I want to have fun and do this for you.  You seem to like all of this and it's all a first for you, but you know I hate not matching.  How could that be a real day?  Why couldn't it be dress up the most fashionable?"  Kurt was starting to get worked up and Blaine did the only thing he thought might work. 

He dropped to his knees and quickly unzipped Kurt taking his cock in his mouth.  "Wha-a-a-a.  Blaine, what are you doing?"

"Shh"  Blaine sucked and twisted his head back and forth as he could feel Kurt becoming harder and harder.  Blaine pushed Kurt's pants down to his ankles and sucked harder and faster.  He held onto Kurt's ass cheeks squeezing and caressing them. 

"MMMMmmmm, Blaine.  God, yes.  You are so fucking good at sucking."

He stopped for just a second.  "You taste divine, Kurt.  Always do."  He went back to his business.  Kurt was moaning with pleasure as he felt Blaine's fingers trail down his crack and land firmly against his hole.  Blaine rubbed his fingers over the tight puckered entrance.  That was all it took for Kurt to come.  He came down Blaine's throat while Blaine swallowed hungrily, like he'd never tasted anything like it.  After making sure Kurt was able to stand on his own, Blaine stood and kissed Kurt, while pulling his own rock hard cock out and stroking it quickly.  Kurt recognized the look and reached down while kissing Blaine deeply.  Kurt wrapped his soft palm firmly around Blaine and no sooner than he had his grip, Blaine began to buck into Kurt's hand.  Kurt refused to release Blaine's mouth as he heard Blaine make the sweetest whining sound against his lips.  Kurt felt Blaine slip over the edge.  He felt it in his hand and against his cock still limp from his recent orgasm.

It was then that it dawned on Kurt the he was tasting himself on Blaine's tongue.  Kurt moaned as he lapped at the familiarity of Blaine and his own semen.  It was so unique to taste Blaine and his own come.  Long ago, he thought it was weird and borderline gross, but now it was so erotic.  "I can taste me."

"Like I said, you taste divine.  Always do, Baby."  Blaine settled the two of them on the floor in the closet as they looked at the racks of clothing.  "Now let's talk about tomorrow.  We don't have to dress up mismatched.  There's no rule that we have to do it and I'll be okay with not doing it."

"But.."

"But nothing Kurt.  If it really bothers you that much, I'd rather not do it."

Kurt was feeling bad again.  He knew Blaine would love this day.  "What were you planning on wearing?"

"Well, I was going to wear sweatpants with no sock and a boat shoe on one side and hot pink sock and sneaker on the other.  Then I was going to wear a checkered dress shirt with a striped vest and a bright yellow bowtie and top it off with a top hat." 

"That actually sounds okay?"  Kurt shrugged a bit not sure what to think. 

Blaine encouraged him to try out something.  "Let's see if we can make you chic mismatched."

After some doing, Kurt found himself in his skull pants with one boots and a plain dress shirt and purple scarf with a beret.  Kurt smiled in the mirror, because while it wasn't terribly mismatched, it was something he could live with.  Blaine stood behind him and smiled as he noticed Kurt accepting the outfit.  "Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's head and pulled him to stand in front of him.  "I love you so much Blaine.  You can't possibly love me that much.  With all my craziness, you'll give up on me someday."

"Never, Kurt.  Never ever."  Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips, then the nose, forehead and cheeks before landing firmly and lovingly back at his lips sucking in Kurt lower lip to the happy moans Kurt gave him.  Their tongues met playfully until Kurt couldn't kiss because he was smiling so wide.

"I forgot to tell you, channel 5 is coming out to talk to the coach and a few team members before the game on Friday."

"Wow, why?"

"Well we are winning our conference and doing so much better than last year.  Coach Bieste said they may interview me and Puck."  Blaine's face was so excited and Kurt was truly excited to Blaine.  He had spent the last three years at a private academy where everyone looked similar and everyone was treated equally

"I am so excited for you, Blaine."  Kurt hugged him.  "You know what I've learned about you?"

"What?"

"I had no idea how open and free you could be until you were allowed to be.  I love you so much more every day, Blaine Anderson."  Blaine hugged Kurt so tightly.  Kurt felt like Blaine held him in fear that he might disappear.  "You are so full of life and I want to be part of that forever.  You have a fire in your eyes Blaine.  I feel so proud to be the person you picked to be with."

"I never picked you knowingly, Kurt.  I was drawn to you.  I'm not sure whether you captured my head or my heart first, but the more time we're together the more I feel so tied to you and bound to you so much stronger than before.  You're the air I breathe Baby."  Blaine's eyes watered a little as he burrowed into Kurt's neck.

Kurt whispered into Blaine's curly locks, "You're everything I ever wanted but thought I would never have and I feel so lucky every day."  Kurt paused and brought Blaine's face to his.  Tipping his forehead to Blaine's, "Let's go to sleep, we have the mismatched Kurt to get up and out the door tomorrow without a major panic attack.

"Will you be there during the interview in case they want to talk to me?"

"If you want me there, I'll be there."

"I NEED you there with me."

"Then it's settled, when they interview, Blaine Anderson-"

"You mean, IF."

"No, I'm sure they'll want to interview Blaine Anderson.  He's a really special guy.  I would know."