Road To Love: Chapter 14

"Okay, is that everything?" Blaine asked as Kurt wheeled another suitcase into the living room. Kurt let out a horrified gasp.

"Blaine, these are only my first two suitcases! I have another four upstairs!"

Blaine gawped at his boyfriend. "What could you possibly need six suitcases for? Kurt, we're going to Dalton. We wear uniforms five days a week. How many of your suitcases are full of clothing?"

"Five," Kurt muttered under his breath.

Burt let out a loud chuckle as he thumbed through one of the Dalton brochures that Kurt had provided him with. "Clearly," he said, looking up at Blaine from his spot on the couch, "you underestimated the bond that he has with his clothes. I tried to get him not to pack his grey Alexander McQueen fur-lined coat, and the look on his face…you'd think I was asking him to abandon his first-born child or something."

Kurt scowled down at his father.

"Okay, there's no way the closet is going to fit all these clothes," Blaine said, trying to let Kurt down gently, knowing that he was treading on thin ice. "How about you get rid of three of the suitcases? Then you'll have two suitcases of clothes, and one of whatever else you're taking."

Kurt glared at his boyfriend long and hard. "Fine," he said finally, "but I hope you appreciate the huge sacrifice I am making for you. Come on, you'll have to help me re-pack a few things."

They headed off to Kurt's room with the suitcases and Blaine attempted to help Kurt with his re-packing, but gave up after being scolded five times for not folding the clothes correctly or putting them in the wrong spot. He would up relaxing on Kurt's bed, smiling dreamily at his boyfriend as he scampered around the room, inspecting pieces of clothing and mumbling to himself (or perhaps to Blaine, he wasn't quite sure) about the pros and cons of each item.

Blaine thought back over the time that they had spent together over the break, and he let out a sigh of contentment.

Blaine had been a little concerned about staying at Kurt's house at first. He had heard that living together could sometimes put a damper on relationships, and he had been worried that some his and Kurt's habits would clash and they'd end up fighting, but it hadn't turned out that way at all.

The boys had immediately and effortlessly slipped into a rather domestic routine. They woke up each day around 8, which had been a compromise for both of them – Kurt was an early riser and typically preferred to wake up at 6am, but Blaine was lazier and usually enjoyed sleeping in until at least 10. However, he decided that waking up next to Kurt and getting to spend the entire day together sure beat sleeping.

After waking up and sharing morning cuddles and kisses, they either showered together (which inevitably lead to the exchange of morning blowjobs and Rachel complaining about them using all the hot water), or they enjoyed a bath together. Kurt preferred baths because they were more luxurious and he could use all of his expensive bath salts. Blaine had to admit that they were rather relaxing, and although they didn't exactly have a lot of room to fool around without flooding the floor, he was quite content to just hold Kurt in his arms and gently wash him with his vanilla-scented soap.

Afterwards, Kurt liked to prepare breakfast for the whole family while Blaine and Finn watched cartoons. The first time they had sat down excitedly to watch Scooby Doo, Kurt and Rachel had teased them mercilessly, but Kurt had later admitted that he actually found Blaine's childish habits adorable and rather endearing.

Blaine had discovered very quickly that Kurt loved to cook, and his food was amazing. He informed Blaine that after his mother died, he had started preparing most of the family meals due to the fact that Burt wasn't much of a chef and he loved butter and salt far too much for Kurt's liking. Despite complaining that Blaine was going to become obese and diabetic, Kurt liked to spoil him with waffles and pancakes for breakfast, and when he drew little faces on Blaine's pancakes with bacon and strawberries and syrup, Blaine found himself wondering once again how he had landed such a perfect boyfriend.

Blaine's cute, childish habits, however, ceased as soon as the bedroom door was locked behind them. With Kurt constantly walking around him in tight jeans and figure-hugging sweaters, Blaine had found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off his boyfriend. Finn had quickly caught on to the fact that when the boys went into Kurt's room together and locked the door behind them, it was time to either take Rachel out on a date or turn on really loud music.

Two days after the big party, once everyone had recovered from their hangovers, Kurt and Blaine had been curled up on Kurt's bed watching Breakfast at Tiffany'swhen Kurt suddenly turned to Blaine and announced that, while the sex they'd had so far was amazing, he thought it was about time that he tried bottoming.

"What, now?" Blaine had croaked, eyes wide and practically drooling.

"Yes, now," Kurt said with a giggle. "Unless you'd rather finish the movie first…?"

Blaine immediately lunged for the remote and turned off the TV, then quickly closed and locked the bedroom door.

Blaine learned a few things over the next hour:

1. Kurt's prostate was extremely sensitive.

2. Kurt didn't actually need alcohol in order to be very vocal in bed.

3. Kurt was somewhat of a power-bottom.

When they started, Kurt was on his back facing Blaine, in the same position that Blaine had been in during their first time. However, not two minutes in, Kurt had flipped them over so that he was 'bottoming from the top' and proceeded to ride Blaine into the mattress, emitting all sort of delightful sounds – high-pitched keens, moans, and whimpers, all of which turned Blaine on so much that he thought he was going to pass out from sensory overload.

Afterwards, when Blaine had come so hard he'd seen stars and Kurt had shot all over his stomach, the boys had been so spent that they'd slept the whole day away, awaking early the next morning very well-rested, extremely hungry, and still sticky with sweat and come.

Needless to say, Kurt and Blaine had a lot of really amazing sex that week – but they certainly didn't spend all their time confined to the bedroom. Blaine had quickly become quite fond of Rachel, and he had gotten to know Finn quite a lot better during his stay, and found that they actually had quite a bit in common. They both supported the same sports teams, liked some of the same music (namely Classic Rock), and shared a love for horror movies – the scarier, the better. This prompted the suggestion of a double date which resulted in Finn, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine curling up on the living room floor one night with the lights off to watch a terrifying Japanese horror movie that Finn had borrowed from one of his football buddies. They made sure they had plenty of pillows, soft blankets, and several bowls of popcorn and sugary sweets, and Blaine particularly enjoyed the way Kurt snuggled up to his side and gripped his hand tightly throughout the entire film. His terrified squeaks every time a scary part came up were absolutely adorable, and his cuddliness lasted the entire night, resulting in Blaine having to escort him to the bathroom at 2am because he was worried about being attacked by a murderous ghost as soon as he left the safety of the bed and Blaine's arms.

The day before Kurt's parents were due back, there was a knock on the door. Finn answered it, as Kurt and Blaine were in the kitchen baking cookies – or at least trying to bake cookies, as most of the mixture ended up on them rather than in the bowl. Finn's angry voice drifted into the kitchen, and the boys looked at each other in confusion before going to see what all the fuss was about. They were surprised to find Dave Karofsky standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets and eyes trained on the floor as Finn stood in the doorway, clearly blocking him from entering.

"I just need to speak to Kurt," Dave pleaded. "Please, I don't want any trouble."

Finn glared daggers at him. "Why would you want to speak to him?" He asked. "He doesn't want to hear from you! You bullied him for years and now he has to change schools because of you, and I don't know what the hell is going on with you or if you're gay or whatever and I don't care, just sort out your shit and stay away from my brother -"

"FINN!" Kurt yelled, and Finn spun around and shot him a worried glance.

"Kurt," he said, "Karofsky here was just leaving -"

"Finn, I appreciate the fact that you are trying to protect me. Thank you for your concern. But please don't speak on my behalf. Dave can come in and say what he wants to say."

Finn stared at Kurt in shock. "But…bro, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"We're just going to talk. I'm not in danger, Finn."

"Umm, ok, your call dude," Finn said, reluctantly moving out of the way. Dave stepped inside.

"Come through to the living room," Kurt said, and Blaine followed him, with Dave trailing behind.

Once Kurt, Blaine and Dave were seated, Blaine decided to cut right to the chase. "So, Dave…how have you been?" he asked, trying to convey concern rather than the hostility he was sure the boy was expecting.

Dave's gaze flickered to the back of the room uncomfortably, and Blaine turned to see Finn lurking in the corner. "Finn," Kurt said with a sigh, "can you give us some privacy, please? You can borrow my Navigator if you and Rachel want to go out for lunch or something."

Finn's eyes lit up immediately. "Ok, yeah, cool. Thanks, man," he said, taking Kurt's keys from a hook on the wall. As soon as he left, Dave visibly relaxed.

"Thanks, guys," he said, meeting both their eyes for the first time since his arrival. "It means a lot to me that you would even hear me out after…after everything." He turned to Kurt, his expression guilty. "Did you really have to change schools because of what I did?"

Kurt nodded stiffly. "I'll be going to Dalton with Blaine after break."

Dave raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, wow…really? That's…okay. Um. I should probably tell you that I'll be going there too."

Now it was Kurt's turn to look surprised. "To…to Dalton? It didn't really seem like your kind of thing. They don't wear letterman jackets there, Dave."

Dave chuckled. "Yeah, I know, I've seen the blazers. I don't mind, though. I'm not the same guy that I was at McKinley, Kurt. I was never that guy, not really…I promise that I won't be any trouble to you at Dalton. I just need somewhere safe, where I can feel accepted. I don't want to have to hide anymore."

Kurt nodded. "I can understand that. And I don't have a problem with you being there, if…if that's what you need."

"I think it is," Karofsky said, and Blaine noticed tears pooling in his eyes. "I came out to my dad," he said.

Blaine's eyes widened and he turned to look at Kurt, who looked back at him with the same expression of shock on his face.

"That was fast," Blaine said, turning to Dave, who, thankfully, was now smiling despite the tears. "How did he take it?"

"Good," Dave said, his smile widening. "Really, really good. He was surprised, but he said that he knew something had been off with me lately. I thought he'd be furious, but he wasn't. He's trying to understand. I think he was sort of confused as to why I'm not more…like…"

"Like me?" Kurt asked, and Dave nodded, blushing.

"Yeah…no offence. I mean I'm not really into, like, clothes and musicals and stuff, so…"

Kurt nodded. "I know," he said. "I'm aware that I'm somewhat of a walking stereotype."

Dave shook his head vehemently, and stared at Kurt with an intensity that made Blaine a little uncomfortable. "No," he said, "you're not a stereotype, Kurt. You're unlike anyone I've ever met before."

Kurt didn't say anything back, instead shuffling awkwardly in his chair. He looked about as uncomfortable as Blaine felt.

Blaine cleared his throat. "We're happy to hear that your dad took it well, Dave," he said, "and I guess we'll be seeing you at Dalton soon."

Dave nodded.

"Well, if that's all…" Blaine said, trying to wrap the meeting up.

"Oh, yeah," Dave said, jumping to his feet. "Sorry to keep you. I hope you have a great…rest of your holidays."

He headed to the door before turning around. "Thanks again, you two," he said, his voice full of sincerity, "I don't deserve the kindness that you've shown me. I only hope I can try to make it up to you sometime in the future. Especially you, Kurt. I'll be seeing you."

And with that, he was gone.

Kurt immediately curled into Blaine's side, letting out a deep sigh of relief. "I'm so glad things worked out for him," he said.

"I love you," Blaine said, his tone strong and intense. Kurt looked at him in surprise.

"I love you too."

"He was right, you know," Blaine said, and Kurt tilted his head in confusion. "Dave. He was right about you not being a stereotype. You're so…special, and amazing, and there has never been – and never will be – anyone else even remotely like Kurt Hummel. And I mean that in the best possible way."

Kurt's face broke into a wide grin, and he leaned in to kiss Blaine deeply and passionately before taking his hand and pulling him down the hall towards the bedroom.

When Burt and Carole arrived back from their trip, looking very happy and relaxed, they had hugged everybody and asked if they'd had a good time. Blaine had smiled and nodded politely along with the others, and thankfully Finn had the good sense not to mention the party. Blaine left to go home shortly after, and Kurt had kissed him and told him to stop looking like a kicked puppy, they were still on holiday and they could continue to see each other pretty much every day.

This cheered Blaine up somewhat, and they spent the last week of the holidays going out on several coffee dates, and occasionally meeting up with their Warbler friends, or Kurt's friends from New Directions. They both went back to working at the garage a few days a week, and on those days Blaine would spend the evenings with the Hummel-Hudsons, who by now felt like a second family to him.

Blaine and his father were interacting much like they always had – his father would ask him where he'd been, Blaine would lie, and his dad would grunt in response and go back to his work. They wouldn't talk unless they needed to, or unless his dad found something else to criticise him for. It hurt even more when he heard his father talking to Cooper, Blaine's older brother, on the phone. His dad was laughing and joking and just being generally friendly, like a father ought to be with his son, which was something that Blaine was entirely unfamiliar with. All the while his mum stood in the background looking at Blaine sympathetically, and Blaine wanted to lash out at his father but then he'd feel guilty because his mum hated it when they fought and she had been so happy to have him back for the holidays. He tried his best to spend as much time with his mum as he could – he helped her make dinner each night he was home, he sung with her, and he told her all about Kurt and his friends. She seemed to be really happy for him, and Blaine apologised profusely for not being able to hang out with her more often, but she told him not to be silly – he was young and in love, she knew what that was like. Blaine smiled and hugged her and kissed her cheek and sang with her some more.

On the day before he was set to go back to Dalton, Blaine's mum had hugged him tightly and very nearly cried, even though she would still see him every weekend. His dad clapped him on the shoulder and told him to "study hard and stay out of trouble", and Blaine nodded. He then got in his car and drove to Kurt's house, as he had agreed to pick him up so they could travel to Dalton together - which is how he wound up lying on Kurt's bed, quietly observing as his boyfriend moved piles of clothing from one suitcase to another.

"Ok," Kurt said finally, "I think I'm done. You ready to go?"

"Yup," Blaine said, climbing off the bed and reaching for one of the bags. "I'll go put these in the car while you say goodbye to your family."

Finn and Carole hugged Kurt warmly, and made Kurt promise to call as soon as he arrived at Dalton. Kurt nodded and smiled sadly at them.

"Take care of my dad," he whispered to Carole as he hugged her a second time, and she assured him that she would. As he turned away, he noticed her surreptitiously wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"Dad? Blaine and I are ready to go now," Kurt said, walking over to the couch and laying a hand on his dad's shoulder.

Burt got to his feet immediately, and wrapped Kurt up in a bone-crushing hug.

When he pulled away, there were tears in his eyes.

"I'm gonna miss you, kid. I know I'll see you on weekends, but it's not gonna be the same without you here every day. I love you."

Kurt felt his own eyes filling with tears. "I love you too, dad. I'll miss you."

They hugged again, clinging to each other for several minutes before Burt pulled away, nodding his head in the direction of the door where Blaine was standing, watching them say goodbye with a sad and somewhat longing expression on his face.

"Go on, kid," Burt said, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. Kurt made his way over to Blaine and curled up to him, kissing him softly on the lips. Blaine reached up to wipe the tears from Kurt's cheeks that he hadn't even been aware that he'd shed.

"Blaine," Burt said, and Blaine looked up as Burt approached him. "You take of care of Kurt, ok kiddo?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course, Burt."

Burt then threw his arms around the both of them, and Kurt laughed softly.

When he pulled away, all three of them were teary-eyed.

"Now go!" Burt said, ushering the boys out the door. "Go, before I change my mind about sending Kurt to that godforsaken school. I'll see you both this weekend."

With sad smiles on their faces, Blaine and Kurt waved as they got into the car and set off on the 2-hour drive to Dalton academy.

Kurt and Blaine spent the majority of their drive singing along to music from Blaine's iPod, and talking about the Warblers. Kurt was certain that he would be joining the group, even though he would find it somewhat difficult competing against New Directions. He was surprised to find out that the Warblers didn't have a director, but rather a council that consisted of three upperclassmen who were voted in. Currently, the members were Wes, David, and Thad. Kurt didn't know Thad, but he laughed out loud at the thought of David being on any sort of council. Blaine winced slightly at his laughter, and Kurt cocked an eyebrow questioningly.

"Kurt…" Blaine said, "I'm just warning you in advance…you may be a bit shocked by the way we – that is, David, Wes, Nick, Jeff and I – act in school. The Warblers, and me in particular, are looked up to in the school, so we have to be 'good role models', so to speak. We have to tone down the goofiness and stuff, try to be more 'proper'. Of course, when we're back in our rooms, we're back to our usual selves, but until then…"

Kurt narrowed his eyes as the implications of what Blaine was saying started to set in. "I thought you said Dalton is where people are accepted for who they are, Blaine," he said, his voice icy. "And now you're telling me that you have to put up some dapper, fancy-schmancy front in order to 'be a good role model'? Sounds like bullshit to me."

Blaine looked over at Kurt worriedly. "Please, Kurt, it's just the way that we do things," he said. "The Warblers wear a uniform for a reason. We have to be united, be clear that we're part of the same team. We can't be butting heads all the time." Kurt snorted derisively.

"Well, Blaine Anderson," he said, "just know that if you try to act all uppity with me, I will not be impressed. I like my cute, slightly dorky, silly goofball of a boyfriend. I refuse to date two different Blaine's."

Blaine nodded, reaching across the centre console to clasp Kurt's hand. "I will always be myself with you," he said, and Kurt smiled softly.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the Dalton parking lot. They headed straight to the front office when they arrived so Kurt could pick up his uniform and timetable, and get his room placement.

As they entered the office, they saw Dave already seated in one of the sofas. He waved at them, and they nodded back in acknowledgement.

The woman behind the desk quickly gave Kurt his uniform and timetable, and also set him up with a map of the campus.

"I've been informed that you are now without a roommate, Mr Anderson," she said, and gestured to Kurt. "Would you like to room with your friend?"

Kurt sighed regretfully. "Blaine's my boyfriend," he said, and she nodded understandingly. "Very well. Thank you for being honest with me – we had to suspend two students last year for trying to keep their relationship a secret so they could share a room. Anyway, in that case, one of you will be rooming with Mr Karofsky here - " she gestured towards Dave – "and the other will be with the new student who should be arriving later this afternoon. I'll be back in a moment," she said, heading off to the back room.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in shock, and then turned to Dave, whose face was red with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, guys," he said, clearly finding the situation extremely awkward. "I'm sure if we explain, she'll be able to shuffle some rooms around…"

"No," Blaine said, shaking his head, "they don't really do that here. It's fine. I'll be your roommate."

Kurt turned to him with wide eyes. "Blaine, can I talk to you outside?" He asked, grabbing Blaine's arm and dragging him from the office.

"Blaine, this is a bad idea," he said once they were out of earshot. "I literally cannot think of a more awkward arrangement."

"Kurt," Blaine said, "we don't really have a choice. If you tried telling them about what happened with Dave, they'd probably put you two in restorative counselling or something to sort out your issues, which would not be fun. And I can't ask you to share a room with him, not after all the bad history that exists between you two. I barely know the guy, I have much a better chance of making this situation work."

Kurt shook his head. "You're the boyfriend of the guy he bullied for years and then forcefully kissed. How the hell is that going to work?"

"Maybe I can help him."

"How?"

"I can introduce him to some of my friends from the football team. I know he'd get along with Jason and Ben, and Scott is on the team too and he's gay, so he could definitely help Dave. Look, why don't we try it on a trial basis? We give it a month, and if things aren't working out…we'll see what we can do."

Kurt sighed. "Well…he certainly seems to have changed. If you're willing to try, I'm sure you guys could at least manage to be civil."

Blaine nodded. "Everybody likes me, I'm very charming."

Kurt snorted. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Later that afternoon, Kurt was in his room putting away his clothes in his (much too small) closet. Blaine had been helping him earlier, but then Thad had come in and demanded that Blaine discuss their practice plan for regionals with him, so he had left with a kiss and a promise to be back in time to escort Kurt to dinner.

At around 5pm, Kurt had put all of his clothes away and was lying on his bed reading when the door opened and a tall, attractive boy walked in.

"You must be my new roommate," they both said simultaneously, and smiled at each other.

"I'm Kurt Hummel," Kurt said, standing up and offering his hand to the boy.

The boy looked Kurt up and down – not exactly leering, but clearly assessing him with his eyes. Kurt raised an eyebrow at his blatant staring, but the boy just smirked, and finally accepted Kurt's hand.

"Sebastian Smythe."