Road To Love: Chapter 4

When Blaine arrived at the garage at 7:30am on Sunday morning, he sat in his car for a moment, glancing around furtively for any signs of a van that may contain a team of wild sex-crazed cheerleaders. Once he was convinced that he was safe (for now), he got out of his car and headed to the entrance.

He was surprised to find the garage empty, as Burt was usually already at work when he arrived, doing final checks on the cars before their owners arrived to pick them up. He figured that he would be there soon, however, and so he got to work inspecting one of the new arrivals.

About 20 minutes later, the door opened. Blaine turned around, relieved that Burt had arrived because he was still relatively new to the job and not very comfortable with the idea of working on the cars without specific instructions. However, when he looked towards the doorway, it wasn't Burt that was standing there, it was Kurt.

Blaine thought his jaw may have hit the floor. Kurt was clad in the tightest pair of black jeans he had ever seen and – god – nothing but a white tank top covering his upper body. The outfit was so different to what he had been wearing when Blaine first met him. It was simple, but it perfectly flaunted the shape of his incredible body, highlighting all his greatest assets. Blaine could see his surprisingly muscular arms, with a few thin veins running up the length. His broad shoulders narrowed to a slim, toned waist and, God, those hips. Blaine noticed that he could even see the peaks of his nipples through the thin fabric of the tank top. He struggled to suppress a moan.

Blaine stared at Kurt in awe as he entered the room and turned to lock the door behind him. Blaine's eyes flickered to his ass, and this time, a small whimper managed to escape his lips. He hoped Kurt didn't notice.

"Good morning," Kurt said as he turned to face Blaine, the words dripping from his lips seductively.

"'Morning!" Blaine responded far too enthusiastically, his voice breaking. He mentally berated himself. Pull yourself together, Blaine, he's going to think you're mentally deficient. He coughed. "So, umm, do you know where Burt is?"

"Still asleep," Kurt said with a shrug, offering no further explanation.

"Oh," he responded, unsure of what to say next. "So…are you here to help me, or…?"

Kurt chuckled lightly. "In these clothes? I'd ruin my favourite jeans."

Blaine nodded dumbly. That would be nothing short of a tragedy.

"I'm looking for a small white toolbox that my dad keeps around here somewhere," Kurt said, glancing around the room. "The radio in my Navigator keeps playing up and I need to fix it." He walked over to a set of low shelves by the wall, and bent right over to look at the very bottom shelf.

Holy sweet hell, Blaine thought to himself as he got a full view of Kurt's ass in those jeans. Kurt then looked over his shoulder directly at Blaine, still bending over, and smirked, fluttering his eyelashes. "You just going to stand there gawping, or are you going to help me look?"

Blaine felt his face heat up. He quickly scampered over to the shelves, and helped Kurt look for the toolbox.

After not having much luck on any of the lower shelves, Kurt picked up a slightly wobbly looking stool in the corner of the room so he could look at the contents of the higher shelves, and climbed onto it.

"That doesn't look very safe," Blaine remarked worriedly. "Don't you have a step-ladder or something?"

"It's in the shed and my dad has the key. If you're so worried, come and hold me steady."

Blaine went to stand behind Kurt, whose ass was now directly in front of his face. He gulped. He didn't know where to put his hands. Holding Kurt's legs would just be weird and unhelpful. His waist was too high up, and it would be awkward for Blaine to try and reach it. Hands shaking slightly, he reached out and took hold of Kurt's hips. His fingers were tingling. As Kurt reached upwards to move things around on the shelf, his tank top rode up slightly, and Blaine was now touching an inch or so of exposed skin above the waistband of Kurt's jeans.

"Aha! I found it!" Kurt shouted. "Put this on the table for me."

Blaine reluctantly let go of Kurt's hips as the toolbox was handed down to him. As he was placing it on the table a few feet behind them, he heard a shriek, and turned around quickly.

The stool Kurt was standing on was wobbling precariously, and Kurt looked like he was about to lose his balance at any second. Blaine rushed over just in time for Kurt to topple onto him, but he over-estimated his strength, and instead of gracefully swooping Kurt into his arms in a romantic and heroic fashion, he ended up sprawled on his back on the hard concrete with Kurt on top of him.

A million thoughts rushed through his mind in the space of about 10 seconds.

Ouch, my head.

Oh good, Kurt isn't hurt.

Oh my god, Kurt is on top of me.

His eyes are so beautiful. So is his skin. He's flawless.

Oh my god, his lips are inches from mine.

He smells amazing. Like vanilla and honey with a hint of rose.

Holy fuck, our crotches are touching.

No, shit, Blaine, stop, now is not the time to get hard.

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Grandma and grandpa having sex! Puppies being slaughtered!

There are only four layers separating our dicks right now.

NO! CRAP! CRAP! Unsexy thoughts are not working.

Oh fuck. Kurt is on top of me and I have a boner. Can he feel it? How could he NOT feel it? It's right there.

He's not getting off me, though. Why is he not getting off me?

Wait, what's that rubbing against my…holy shit, is he also…?

Suddenly, a loud rattling filled the room as somebody tried to open the locked door to the garage, and Kurt and Blaine were on their feet in seconds.

Kurt rushed over to the door, grabbing the toolbox on the way and holding it awkwardly over his crotch. He unlocked the door and Burt entered the room, oblivious to the scene that had just taken place. Blaine quickly shuffled a few feet to his right to conceal the lower half of his body behind a grey Honda civic.

Burt looked at Kurt, frustration and confusion etched on his face. "Kid, what the hell are you wearing? Why do you have my toolbox? And have you been messing with my alarm clock? I always set it for 6am but today it was set to 8 for some reason."

"No!" Kurt squeaked. "I didn't touch the alarm clock. I'll just be going now. Bye!"

With that, he ran out of the room.

Burt turned to Blaine with a raised eyebrow. "It's been a very confusing morning," he stated.

Blaine sighed to himself. You have no idea.

Kurt hurried down the corridor at school, clinging to the strap of his shoulder-bag as it threatened to slip off. He was in a mad rush to find Santana and Rachel – he needed their advice, immediately.

He spotted Rachel standing by her locker, and grabbed her arm. She squeaked in surprise as he dragged her into the girl's bathroom, quickly checking to make sure the stalls were empty.

"Kurt, what's wrong? You look really stressed out," she said, taking in his flushed cheeks and messy hair.

"I need your help!" He replied, pacing the bathroom and ringing his hands. "It's Blaine! I think he might actually be gay! And, like, into me! I mean, maybe, I don't know for sure. There was an incident in the garage…oh god, I need Santana's expertise right now. Do you know where she is? It was her ridiculous idea that got me into this, I don't know whether I want to kiss her or kill her, I am an emotional mess right now, I don't know what to do next, I feel stupid and confused and I just wish I knew what he was thinking - "

"- Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Kurt. Calm down," Rachel interrupted, taking his face into her hands. "I'll tell Santana to come and sit with us at lunch, alright? We can discuss it then. You need to relax, okay? Breathe."

Kurt calmed down slightly, and smiled at her gratefully. "Thanks, Rachel. I think I may have just needed to vent a bit. I'll see you at lunch, okay?"

Rachel grinned broadly at him, and much to his surprise, pulled him into an enthusiastic hug.

"I can't wait!" She squealed. "I knew it, I just knew it, you guys are going to make such a cute couple, and it will be all thanks to me! I can now officially add matchmaking to my long list of talents."

Kurt rolled his eyes, and left the bathroom.

An hour later, Kurt sat at a lunch table in the cafeteria, surrounded not only by Santana and Rachel, but all of the girls in New Directions. Apparently, once one of the girls in Glee club knew something gossip-worthy, they would all know about it within a day. And they were all very eager to hear about Kurt's mystery crush. Kurt didn't really mind telling the girls, because he trusted them. However, he made a point of swearing them to secrecy. He didn't want any of the boys knowing about Blaine, for fear that Finn would find out and blab to Burt. Much to Kurt's surprise, Rachel actually seemed to be quite good at keeping her mouth shut when it counted.

"So, Hummel, what's the big gay drama about? Did you do what I told you to?" Santana asked, her usual smirk plastered on her face.

"Yes," Kurt sighed. "I bent over in front of him and everything."

Mercedes choked on her chocolate milk. "Come again?"

Kurt blushed. "Santana told me to act sexy around him to see if he's gay," he mumbled, suddenly finding his salad incredibly interesting.

"Santana," Rachel said sternly, "wouldn't it have been more effective for Kurt to just ask Blaine about his sexuality rather than playing games? They only end in confusion, and as you can see, Kurt seems very distressed about this whole situation - "

" – Berry, why don't you put your ridiculously large mouth to better use, and eat your meatballs?" Santana interjected. "I believe we were listening to Kurt's story. Please continue, Kurt," she said, as Rachel gaped at her, looking highly affronted.

"Well," Kurt continued slowly, "I reset my dad's alarm clock so we would be alone in the garage. Then I came up with the lame ruse of looking for a toolbox so I would have an excuse to be there and look around on the shelves and stuff, and I stood on a stool to look at the top shelf. He was holding me in place, and I fell off the stool and landed on top of him, and then…"

Kurt mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that, Kurt?" Quinn inquired, leaning over the table.

He mumbled again, a little louder this time.

"Huh?" Tina asked, moving around the table to get closer.

"I said we both got hard, okay?" Kurt hissed, a little louder than he'd intended. A few people at the tables around them looked over with raised eyebrows.

There was a beat of silence, and then Santana was flinging herself across the table, pulling Kurt into a hug.

"MY BABY! I AM SO PROUD! Come here, let me love you for a minute." Kurt froze in surprise, then attempted to squirm out of her grasp, but she seemed to have him in some sort of headlock.

She finally released him, smiling widely. "Kurt, this is awesome. This is exactly what I was hoping for. Nice touch with the 'accidental' fall off the stool. What happened next?"

Kurt sat at the table and looked around, wide-eyed and slightly horrified at how this situation was turning out.

The other girls were sniggering and smirking at him. Quinn was biting her lip, attempting to hold back a smile. Rachel had covered her face with her hands and her shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. Mercedes looked like Christmas had come early.

"Well…?" Tina prompted.

"I didn't fall off the stool on purpose, it really was an accident. Anyway, when we were laying there, my dad showed up. Luckily I had locked the door so he didn't see anything. I think I may have set a new land speed record, I ran out of there so fast."

The girls let out sighs and groans of disappointment.

Santana was frowning in annoyance. "Well, Hummel, despite your cockblocking father, we have made excellent progress. Your little Blainers is definitely gay, and he clearly wants to tap that. And by 'that', I mean your ass. With his cock."

"SANTANA!" Kurt yelled, blushing furiously once again as the girls giggled.

"Kurt," Rachel said, "I think now is the time for you to tell him how you feel."

"For once, I agree with Berry," Santana said. Then she placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "Go forth, little homo. Do mama proud."

Kurt groaned and buried his face in his hands as giggles erupted again. But despite himself, he couldn't seem to hold back a smile.

Nobody had noticed David Karofsky sitting with his back to them at a nearby table, his letterman jacket bundled up on his lap. He had been listening intently to their conversation, and he snarled under his breath as he got to his feet and headed quickly for the door, careful not to be seen.

When Blaine returned to Dalton on Monday, he immediately rounded up Wes, David, Nick and Jeff, and regaled with them with the detailed story of his encounter with Kurt Hummel on Sunday morning.

On Monday, his friends had listened with rapt attention to his vivid descriptions of the events that had unfolded. They had asked questions at the right times, made appropriate "awwww's", and teased Blaine mercilessly about his inability to control his penis, to which Blaine had glared at Wes and reminded him of a certain unfortunate incident that had occurred in Miss Cartwright's office, which resulted in Wes hitting Blaine over the head with a binder and yelling "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T TELL! YOU PINKY SWORE, YOU TRAITOR!" While the other boys roared with laughter.

By Friday, the boys' patience was running low. Blaine was seated in the courtyard with Nick and Jeff, and was in the middle of attempting to describe the colour of Kurt's eyes (for the seventh time) while sighing dreamily, when David showed up. When he realised what Blaine was talking about, he snapped.

"OH MY GOD, BLAINE, SHUT UP!"

Blaine jumped, and looked up at David in shock. "David? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry Blaine, I get that you're like a love-sick puppy right now, but if I have to listen to another description of Kurt's amazing eyes or his amazing scent or his amazing hair or whatever, I think I might either kill myself, or fuck this guy on your behalf."

Blaine gawped at David in shock, unsure of whether or not he should be offended.

"You need to tell him, Blaine. Just tell him how you feel."

"I agree with David on this one," Nick interjected. "You said yourself that you're 99.9% sure that he's gay."

"Yeah, and I mean, he got a boner on top of you. If his dad hadn't showed up at the most inopportune moment, something else would have happened," said David. "I don't see what you're waiting for."

Blaine stared intently at the cup of coffee in his hand, processing his friend's words. They had some good points. Kurt was almost definitely gay, and there were signs to suggest that he was at least attracted to Blaine, although Blaine was sure that there was no way Kurt could feel as strongly about him as he felt about Kurt. If he told Kurt that he wanted to be with him, and he didn't return the sentiment, it could make working with him very awkward. If, by some miracle, he did feel the same way and they started some sort of relationship, they would have to lie to Burt, and Blaine would run the risk of getting fired. Or worse, Blaine's father could find out about their relationship, and then all hell would break loose. Was it worth it? Blaine realised with a start that he was willing to risk it all, if it meant that he could be with Kurt.

He looked up at his friends, face hardening with determination. "You're right," he said. "I'll tell him tomorrow."

Cheers erupted around him, and his friends hugged him and patted him on the back, making him swear to call them and tell them everything as soon as he got off work the next day.

On Saturday morning, Kurt sat on the porch outside his house, waiting for Blaine's car to pull up and park on the street. Burt was already at work in the garage, and Kurt knew that his only chance to talk to Blaine would be as soon as he arrived.

Kurt was twisting his fingers together and tapping his foot anxiously when Blaine finally arrived. He quickly jumped to his feet and walked briskly towards the car as Blaine got out.

Blaine looked up, surprised to see Kurt walking towards him. He took a few tentative steps towards the boy, his heart fluttering in his chest.

It's now or never he thought as Kurt came to a stop in front of him.

"Kurt, I…I have something I need to tell you. I'm sorry if this totally freaks you out, but I…I really like you. I think you're amazing-"

Blaine was cut off when Kurt lifted a finger and delicately pressed it to Blaine's lips, signalling him to stop talking. Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes, his lips tingling. There was a moment of silence, where they both just stood there and stared at each other. Blaine could hear the sound of Kurt's breathing, and he was sure that his heart was beating loud enough for the other boy to hear.

Blaine's not sure how long they stood there. Realistically, he knew it couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but the moment seemed to stretch on forever.

Time tended to do funny things when he was around Kurt.

Finally, Kurt slowly moved his finger away from Blaine's lips, and began to lean in.

Blaine's heart stopped beating as Kurt's lips met his in a soft kiss.