Chapter 8 – Sewing

"My back is killing me! This is all your fault." Kurt groaned sitting up and rubbing his lower back.

"Why are you even awake yet? School doesn't start until tomorrow." Blaine rolled over to see Kurt sitting up rubbing his back. He grabbed for his watch that was sitting on the picnic basket. "Kurt, its 7:00 AM. Why on earth are you even moving? Come here and lay down on your belly. I'll rub your back."

"I have so much to do before school starts." Kurt was fretting over things and Blaine didn't really understand why.

"Why are you so worried? What's wrong Kurt? I know this is not just about school." Blaine pulled Kurt toward him. "Please lie down so I can rub your back." Kurt finally gave in and laid next to Blaine rolling over on his stomach as requested. "On you belly Mr. Hummel so I can make your back feel better."

Kurt turned his face toward Blaine's chest smelling the robust scent of his love. He was definitely all boy and Kurt loved it. Blaine worked gently on Kurt's lower back kneading his fingers into the muscles. Blaine started to feel the kinks work out and heard a sigh. "Blaaaaaaiiiine. You are some kind of God. Like the Masseuse God or something. There needs to be statue in honor of your hands."

"Really? I didn't think I was that good." Blaine giggled.

"Oh. You know how good you are with those hands. Don't play dumb with me." Kurt lifted his head up and Blaine kissed him on the forehead while continuing to knead the muscles.

"Better Babe?"

"Yes." Kurt fell silent. "Blaine, why are you even going to Dalton if you are transferring in 2 weeks? It seems useless."

"Well, I thought I would use it as time to say good bye to the Warblers and all my other friends. Everyone knew I was already leaving, so the schoolwork was not going to be a big deal." Blaine continued to rub Kurt's back as he heard Kurt sigh completely relaxed under Blaine touch. "I also didn't know when I would be closing on this place. I figured it would take longer. You want me to start sooner?"

"Yeah, but I guess I can wait two weeks." Kurt turned his head to nuzzle into Blaine's chest. "Besides, I can't ever sleep on the floor again. Never, never, never."

"Aww. Then I don't get the chance to rub your back like this." Blaine sounded like he was falling back to sleep.

"Baby. I love when you touch me, so don't even think now that I know you can do this, that I might let you get away with not rubbing my back again." Blaine's eyes closed and his breathing was rhythmic. Kurt was too excited to go back to sleep, so he got up and showered and starting looking at the condo. Kurt pulled out his iPhone and started snapping pictures of each room. He was going to start on the color scheme and d�cor today.

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Blaine awoke to the smell of food. It smelled like cinnamon rolls. Kurt was not next to him and it was definitely morning so he got up and made his way downstairs quietly. He was proud of himself. He managed to fix their relationship and romance his boyfriend in one night. This place was going to be perfect, just as Blaine planned. He peered around the bottom of the steps to see Kurt in the kitchen dancing around and singing Lady Gaga. He couldn't help but giggle. Kurt's ear buds were in so he hadn't even noticed Blaine.

Kurt had oven mitts on his hands as he turned to look into the oven window. He was bent over wiggling his ass. What a fine ass it was and Blaine knew it was his. So was Kurt's perfect skin, his beautiful eyes and his unbelievable voice. As Kurt straightened out adjusting the timer, Blaine wrapped his arms around his lover. Kurt jumped at the touch because he wasn't expecting it. "Blaine!" He turned in his arms kissing Blaine firmly on the lips as he pulled the ear buds out of his ears. "You are so lucky I didn't have a knife in my hand."

"I know. Why'd you let me sleep? I would've helped."

"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast on our first day here together. Take a look."

Kurt had a quiche and cinnamon rolls in the oven. "Kurt, that all looks so good. When do we eat?" Blaine was rubbing his belly.

"Blaine, you can be such a child sometimes. I can't believe you're standing there rubbing your belly like that."

"I can't help it if it needs food."

"It?" Kurt was laughing at the sight. Blaine's looking at him with those puppy dog eyes and rubbing his belly. "Your belly is not an it. Although it sometimes has a mind of its own." Kurt glanced down at the scar that remained there from the summer and a wash of love showed in his eyes. He bent down and kissed Blaine's belly over the scar. It was a gentle kiss. Kurt brushed his fingers lightly over the memory of it. Standing back up Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine passionately on the lips nipping lightly at his lower lip before licking it. "I love you Blaine."

"I know what you're thinking and don't. I love you too much to have you sad about things that happened in the past. I love you and I think you're perfect."

"Only you could think that." Kurt spoke half-truths. He always wondered about if Blaine really believed it.

"That's right. Remember it because you're stuck with me for eternity."

"Well, when you put it that way…." Kurt smiled at Blaine pressing his forehead to Blaine's.

"Uh-uh. Be careful what you say Baby."

"I was going to say, sounds perfect." Kurt pressed his lips gently to Blaine's. Blaine growled lifting Kurt up and putting him on the counter. Blaine was working on Kurt's shirt as he lifted it up to lick and bite at his nipples. Kurt leaned back on his hands and moaned at the sensation as Blaine continued to lift Kurt's shirt off and threw it, who knows where. The oven mitts were stuck in the shirt as they flopped on the floor somewhere.

"Fuck, Kurt. I want to make love to you right here, right now. You are so hot." Blaine was groaning and his eyes were hungry for Kurt, not food.

Kurt wanted it right now too, but the food and it's their kitchen. He questioned whether they should soil their kitchen in the first 24 hours of living there. "Blaine. The food will be done soon."

"How much time? I promise you this won't take long." Blaine took Kurt's hand pushing it to the front of his pajama pants rubbing Kurt's hand up and down the length of his cock proving that he was hard and ready.

"Uuuhh. Blaine. Fuck. These teenage hormones. Is there such a thing as too much sex?" Kurt was already pushing his pants off because he wanted Blaine too. Kurt was squirming out of his tight jeans while Blaine swiftly pushed his pajama pants and boxers off and began helping Kurt peel his jeans off.

"I hope not Baby, because I can't think of anything I want with you more than this." With that said, Kurt's entire length was in his mouth and Kurt's head threw back with the sensation of being inside Blaine's hot mouth licking and sucking him.

"God Blaine. This is not going to take long." Blaine smirked as he eyed Kurt completely losing it above him.

Blaine realized that there would be no going further without lube and ran to the laundry room. He knew there was some there in the cabinet. When he put it there he thought it might be silly, but in hindsight, he must've thought they might want to christen every room in their place. "Aha!" Blaine laughed as he re-entered the kitchen with lube in hand. "I knew it would come in handy."

"Shut up and get over here." Blaine walked briskly to Kurt grabbing him and pulling him back down to his feet. Blaine was the perfect height for this as he quickly lubed his fingers inserting 2 immediately to prep Kurt fast. "Hurry Blaine. Our breakfast will burn."

"I don't think so." Blaine removed his fingers and in a matter of seconds they were replaced with his cock pressing in slowly but surely. Blaine waited a few seconds until he knew that Kurt could take it and began pumping in and out hearing Kurt's moans in response. Kurt's hands were pressed firm on the counter as he took every bit that Blaine offered.

Kurt gasped as a sharp thrust upward from Blaine hit his prostate hard and fast. "Oh fuck. I love your cock. Blaine, please, more r-r-right there. . Blaine." General nonsense leaving Kurt's mouth at every sharp thrust from Blaine was just as he ordered. Blaine held tight to Kurt's hips as he pressed his body close to Kurt's back continued in the fast frenzied pace that he started with. Kurt leaned back into Blaine arching his back and leaning his back to Blaine's shoulder, moaning and gasping each time he felt his cock penetrate deep inside him. Kurt was Jell-O at this point and Blaine reached down with one hand while still grasping at Kurt's hip. He pumped Kurt fast with long firm strokes until they were both coming. It was all over. Blaine promised quick and delivered quick.

Just as they thought they couldn't do anything, the timer on the oven was beeping. "Can you move baby?" Blaine felt kind of bad because they both collapsed over the counter. "Did you get any on the counter?"

"Do you think I care?" Kurt remarked and it surprised Blaine. He laughed.

"At least we're not eating at the counter." Blaine reasoned.

"Uhh.. Well I think I hit the silverware drawer." Kurt looked down now able to comprehend where they were and what came next. Blaine slipped out of him and Kurt was dripping. "Ugh.. I need to do something about this, but the food is going to burn."

"Go get cleaned up. I'll take care of this and the food. I suppose this was my fault" Blaine kissed Kurt squeezing his hip. Kurt shot Blaine a loving look. He was happy. Blaine pulled out a kitchen towel compliments of Catherine Anderson. "Sorry mom. I'll bet you didn't think this would be its' first use." He wiped up everything he could see and slipped his boxer briefs on and searched for the oven mitts. "Kurt, where are the oven mitts?"

"They were on my hands when you attacked my shirt. I think they're with the shirt." Blaine found his shirt and they were there. He carefully pulled both the quiche and cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

Kurt returned still naked. He smiled knowing that Blaine would like that. Blaine stood in the kitchen moving the cinnamon rolls to a plate and stopped to look. "Like what you see Mr. Anderson?"

"Love what I see Mr. Hummel. Let's eat in the family room." Kurt grabbed his boxers and tee shirt. He was much too hungry to worry about putting his jeans on right now so after putting those two articles of clothing on he turned to Blaine. Blaine handed him the two plates with quiche scooped out and carried the plate of cinnamon rolls in himself.

Blaine sat on the end cushion of the couch and immediately turned on the TV flipping through stations. Kurt sat next to Blaine with his legs draped over his lap. "So, what do we do today Blaine? I was going to go to the mall and buy some things for the condo."

Blaine looked at Kurt very sadly. "I have to go to Dalton, Babe. I'm sorry." Kurt started to poke at his quiche, clearly upset. "But, take this and surprise me Friday." It was Blaine's debit card.

Kurt lit up. "Really? I get to use some of that Anderson money?"

"Hold on." Blaine tried to snatch it back and Kurt palmed it shoving it under his butt. Blaine wasn't giving up reaching under Kurt but finally giving up and just hugging Kurt tightly. "That, Kurt, is a card to Blaine Anderson's money. Not JR's or big Jack's money. Just don't go crazy Sweetie." He kissed Kurt on the knee since they were still pretty much in the same position.

"So, how much can I spend." Kurt was starting to feel a little guilty. "I promise to spend my own money too. I promise, promise to not go crazy."

"Kurt, seriously, we have a responsibility now. We can't act like kids anymore. Our parents agreed to this because we were serious and I plan on keeping you here with me. OR wherever we go, I want this more than I've ever wanted anything." Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes. He was serious and tender and caring all at the same time.

Kurt got teary because he wasn't thinking like an adult. He was thinking like a kid in a candy shop. He was thinking about all the things he was going to buy. "You'll see Blaine. You'll love it and I promise I won't spend a lot of money."

"And Baby. We need to finish up our college applications. Did you decide where you were going to apply?"

"Yes. I think so. You know my love for fashion and my love for theater. I have struggled so much in deciding what to do. I feel like I have to choose today."

"Whatever you do, you'll be fantastic Kurt. I know you will." Blaine was ever supportive of Kurt. He always seemed surer than Kurt most days.

"See. This is why I love you so much Blaine. You believe in me more than I believe in myself sometimes. You make me a much better person." Kurt moved his legs off Blaine and sat up against him leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"You've got it wrong you know? We make each other better, that's why we're going to make it Kurt. We'll do this together, no matter what anyone thinks. I know one thing, and that is you and I are meant to be." Blaine took Kurt's plate and his placing it on the end table and draped his arm over Kurt's shoulder holding him and kissing him on the top of his head. "But you haven't answered me."

"Okay. Promise you won't laugh?"

"I would never, Kurt. You are so talented in so many ways. I wish you would see what I see and what everyone sees. You have so much to offer." Blaine stopped waiting for an answer.

"Okay. My biggest dream would be to perform on Broadway, so I am applying to NYU early decision. If I get in, that's it, I'm going to go. I am also going to apply to Pratt, Parsons and FIT for fashion design." Kurt looked at Blaine to give him the courage he needed.

"You'll get in. I know it." Kurt smiled at Blaine as they just held hands and Kurt returned his head to Blaine's shoulder just sitting quietly. "Now, I need to start getting ready to go. I'll see you for sure on Friday, but maybe before then." Blaine stood. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't you dare lose the card Kurt."

Kurt cleaned up while Blaine showered.

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An hour later, Kurt stood in the doorway at the Hudson-Hummel house. "I'll miss you Blaine. Text me when you get there. I want to be sure you're okay."

"Kurt. I could drive this with my eyes closed." Blaine smiled, kissed Kurt on the nose and turned slowly releasing Kurt's hand. "I'll miss you too Baby. So soon.. We won't have to say good bye. We'll be saying goodnight." Blaine turned one last time. "Oh yeah. Can you remind your Dad that he was going to let the movers in?"

"I will. Be safe!" Blaine flashed a huge smile and Kurt's heart ached that he wouldn't get to see it again for 2 more days.

Finn came down the stairs. "Hey Kurt. Your place is cool."

"Thanks Finn. Do you need anything at the mall?"

"No, but I'll go and hang out."

"Look what Blaine gave me." Kurt held the Anderson Debit Card in his hand.

"Shit. Is that like a card to the millions?" Finn's eyes were wide open.

"Finn. Do you really think Blaine would hand me a card that was attached to millions of dollars."

"Well, you never know. He does love you. A lot." Kurt gave him the eye roll indicating Finn's stupidity. "Like a lot, a lot. And JR and Big Jack seem to like you a lot."

"Finn, think about what you're saying. They like me a lot and maybe they love me so they just gave me a debit card to their millions." Kurt thought in his head that it was still a possibility.

"Okay. You're right. Let me grab my shoes. You driving?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Finn, I'm going to Macy's for some appliances, and then I need to go to a fabric store and buy a new sewing machine and fabric."

Finn gave Kurt a look. "Uh.. How about you leave me here and pick me up when you're done. I am not going sewing machine shopping. What's wrong with the one at home?"

"It's moms. I need one for my new home. I want to make some things for the house. Swags and drapes or shades."

Finn scrunched his face all up totally confused. "Whatever all that stuff is."

"Window coverings Finn."

"Okay. So pick me up in an hour?" Finn hoped.

"Okay. I'll text you when I get back here. I think I'll run to the fabric store first and then we can meet at Macy's."

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Kurt was staring at all the sewing machines. Though he was so tempted to buy one that was really, really expensive, he promised Blaine. "May I help you?" An elderly lady asked him. "I need a sewing machine that also embroiders." She looked at him strangely.

"Son, who is this for?"

"It's for me."

She let out a small chuckle. "Well then perhaps something easier would be best."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I'll have you know Miss that I design my own clothes because Western Ohio does not have enough fashionable clothing for men. I am applying to three top fashion design schools for college and will need a good sewing machine. So, please kindly show me which machine would suit my needs."

She immediately went quiet and pointed to a machine that cost $550. "This is the best and very easy to use if you know how to sew already." Kurt was heartbroken. He had hoped to spend around $300. He had saved up $250 knowing that he had to get a good machine before heading off to college. He wanted so badly to embroider some towels with their initials. He was also looking at embroidering some things with the Dalton crest to put on the wall and frame to remind Blaine how much it meant to him that he left Dalton to be with him.

"Okay. I need a minute." Kurt pulled out his phone and called his dad. "Dad. I need a huge favor. I know you've done so much for me already."

"Kurt, you're my son. What do you need?"

"Three hundred dollars." Kurt cringed waiting on the screaming, but he was surprised with what happened next.

"What for?"

"A sewing machine. Dad, I'm going to need a good one for college next year, but I really want this now because I am trying to save money and sew our window coverings and other things for the house. It really costs $550, but I have $250 saved already. Please dad? I'll work at the shop every other weekend all day if you do this for me."

"Okay Kurt. Come by the shop and I'll get you the money."

"Really?"

"I think you made a few good points to sell me on this. I'm going to have to get you your own anyway now that you can't use Carole's."

"Thanks dad."

"And Kurt. I'm proud that you are thinking responsibly even though this is a really big purchase. Don't ever waste money without weighing the benefits like you just did. That was a very adult decision Kurt."

"Thanks Dad." Kurt was giddy. "I'll see you in a little while. I still have to pick up some things and Finn." Kurt laughed.

"Pick up Finn?"

"Yeah. I dropped him off at the mall. I'll see you later Dad." Kurt pressed end.

"Um Ma'am. I'll be back later to purchase this, but can direct me to upholstery fabric?" She nodded. "Oh, and I'm sorry if I was rude earlier. I'm surprising someone with sewing something and it was really important to me. Thank you for helping me."

She smiled and took Kurt's hand leading him to the upholstery. "45 minutes later, Kurt spent $150 on fabric for the swags for the family room and dining room, curtains for the kitchen window and sheers for the side windows by the front door and bathroom windows.

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Kurt was proud of his choices. He headed back to Macy's and looked for towels on sale and was lucky to get towels for the bathrooms and bath towels all for under $75. He would embroider them and surprise Blaine.

To Finn:

Are you ready to leave?

To Kurt:

Yeah. Where are you?

To Finn:

Meet me in front of Macy's in the mall.

"What did you get?"

"Fabric and towels."

"Sounds nice." Finn was trying to be understanding. He knew how Kurt felt about this stuff.

"Yeah. I have to get the towels washed and I'm going to embroider them with our initials." Kurt smiled. "Then I'm sewing swags and drapes."

"Dude. That's totally cool."

"Dad's helping me buy a sewing machine. I have to stop at the shop before I take you home."

"Sure. I'm not doing anything. Well, really I'm procrastinating getting ready for school tomorrow." Finn was honest about it. "Senior year. Should be a good one. When does Blaine start?"

"Not for two weeks. I can't wait."

"So he'll be in the New Directions."

"Of course."

"I think we could win this year with all the people we have. That'll be awesome."

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Kurt set up the sewing machine temporarily in his room. The first thing he did when he got home was wash and dry the towels so he could embroider them. He stopped to look around his room. His room. So different from his new room. This was the room of a son. It was the room of a boy and a teenager. He had so many memories here. Some were good and some were bad, but they were his memories. His alone. He remembered his mom holding him through thunderstorms, his dad dragging him out of bed when he didn't think he had the courage to go on and he remembered when he and Blaine first had sex in this bed. It wasn't that long ago. Just before the trip.

The trip. Kurt, forget about the trip for now. It's the past. Your new room smells new. It will be filled with Blaine and Kurt. A mix of manly messiness and pristine high fashion. Were they that much different? Kurt set it aside trying to set the towel up so that he could embroider the perfect 'B' on the first towel. He set the machine up and it was doing its thing. Before long he had a perfect 'B' on the first bath towel. Blaine had to like this.

There was a knock at the door. "Kurt. Make sure your desk is cleaned out and the armoire. The movers are stopping by tomorrow." Burt looked around the room with sad eyes.

Kurt noticed and crossed the room to hug his dad. "I won't be that far away. You'll visit and we'll visit. It will be like I never left."

"I know Kurt. Your mom would be so proud to see how her baby boy grew up. I know I am. There's no way she can't be proud." Burt took another look. "Do you want your bed too? I know Blaine's is going in your bedroom, but you could put yours in the spare room."

"Are you okay with that Dad?"

"Sure. It's your bed. You might have some sentimental feelings about this bed. It's been with you since you were little."

"Thanks Dad. I would like that."

"I'll have the movers pack it up." Burt looked at Kurt with tears in his eyes. "Are you going to stay there tomorrow night since everything in here will already be there?"

Kurt was hesitant. He would be alone in the condo and though he wasn't afraid, he didn't want to let go of this house just yet. "Can I sleep on the couch until Blaine gets here on Friday?"

"Sure Kiddo. You are always welcome to stay here. In fact, I would be a little scared by myself in that big place." Burt put a hand on Kurt's shoulder before walking down the hall. "You got yourself someone really special Kurt. Don't ever take him for granted. Now get back to your towels." Before he walked out the door. "Nice sewing machine Kurt. You did good."