May 18, 2012, 7:20 p.m.
One Day at a Time: Chapter 2
E - Words: 1,816 - Last Updated: May 18, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 5/? - Created: Apr 19, 2012 - Updated: May 18, 2012 557 0 1 0 0
September 2026
It was Tuesday, which meant two things. First, their 6 year old daughter Emma would be at the babysitter’s until 10PM. And second, it was Kurt’s turn to cook dinner for their date night. As he made his way around the kitchen gathering all of the ingredients and measuring cups he would need, he turned on some music. Familiar songs from his youth began to fill the apartment as he sang along and swayed his hips, dancing around and adding finesse to his already amazing cooking abilities. He sputtered to a stop when the doorbell rang.
He turned down the music before making his way to the door. Kurt looked through the peephole and was immediately confused. There stood Blaine, stunning as ever, attempting to hide flowers behind his back and staring at his feet bashfully. Kurt opened the door slowly with a smile, and Blaine looked up with wide eyes.
“Uh, Blaine. Why’d you ring the doorbell? Did you forget your key?”
“My key? I don’t have a key, remember? We asked your dad and Carol and they said no.”
Kurt’s smile faltered as he tried to keep his face from falling. Blaine had been doing so well for the past couple of days. He only forgot minor things, things that could be written off as plain old forgetfulness. Things that allowed Kurt to pretend they weren’t the disease’s doing.
Kurt shook his head slightly and sighed, “Oh. That’s right. I forgot.”
Blaine revealed the flowers he had been hiding behind his back with a triumphant smile, “I picked these up for Carol on the way over. I figured it would make up for the fact that she covered for us the other night when I brought you home late.”
Kurt tried his best to keep an easy air about him, and took the flowers from Blaine as he went to find a vase. As soon as he was turned away from Blaine, he let his features fall and he felt the tears begin to well in his eyes. No, he couldn’t do this. Not now. He couldn’t break. He had to stay strong. He just needed to go along with this until his Blaine came back.
“Where is everybody? I needed to talk to Finn. He needed some help on Call of Duty.”
Kurt let out a quiet sob before he recomposed himself and turned around with a smile on.
“Oh, he went to Rachel’s for dinner, and my dad and Carole are out of town visiting my grandparents.”
A mischievous grin spread across Blaine’s face, and he made his way over to where Kurt had turned around and was now chopping some vegetables. He wound his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulled him flush against his chest, his half hard cock pressing against Kurt’s ass.
“Mm, what d’ya say we skip dinner and go to your room?” Blaine punctuated each word with a kiss to Kurt’s neck.
Against his better efforts, Kurt found himself getting hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. This wasn’t the first time Blaine’s memory had gone back so far, but he hadn’t been this bold. Not since they were teenagers back in Lima, learning each other’s bodies for the first time. When they’d become more comfortable, more confident, and they began to explore each other’s kinks, having made a list together of things they wanted to try. A list that had long since been forgotten about, but Kurt still kept in their bedside table. Or when Blaine had moved to New York after graduation and they spent the day in bed exploring one another’s bodies, relearning every curve, every definition of muscle and how it flexed under taught skin.
Kurt abandoned his dinner preparations in favor of turning around in Blaine’s arms and slipping his arms around his neck while kissing him properly. It started off with sweet, chaste kisses that slowly turned messy after Blaine had trailed his tongue along the seam of Kurt’s lips and his jaw fell slack instantly. Kurt moaned desperately as Blaine’s tongue slid into his mouth and caressed the roof of his mouth, memorizing the feel of the slide of their tongues against each other. It had been so long since they’d done anything remotely close to this, just the simple act of kissing. Kurt let himself get lost in the moment, let himself forget about the disease and every problem that had come with it.
Blaine shifted himself so that their hips were slotted together just perfectly and he moaned loudly as Kurt kissed his way down his neck, sucking where his neck turned into shoulder.
“Oh god. Kurt.”
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut tighter and kissed his way back up Blaine’s jaw, nipping slightly at the skin there, reveling in the way it made Blaine gasp. They kissed each other again before pulling away and staring at one another hungrily, eyes blown out from lust. Kurt turned them so that he had Blaine pinned against the fridge and dropped to his knees as he swiftly undid the button of his jeans. He pulled Blaine’s cock free and gave it a few pumps before sinking his lips around it with shallow bobs of his head. He hollowed his cheeks and felt Blaine’s fingers comb through his hair.
He gazed up at Blaine through his lashes and the very sight made him moan around the cock in his mouth. Blaine’s hips gave an involuntary thrust forward and he looked down with wide eyes, the apology he tried to say turning into a moan. Kurt gave a slight nod and Blaine’s eyes widened. Kurt was confused momentarily. This was the one kink they did most often. Blaine loved fucking Kurt’s mouth just as much as Kurt loved taking it. Why was Blaine giving him this look of uncertainty? And then it hit Kurt like a ton of bricks. To Blaine, they probably hadn’t even tried this yet, let alone blowjobs.
Kurt pulled off with an obscene pop and looked up at Blaine, “It’s okay, honey. I want you to.”
Blaine still looked unsure, but gave a slight nod and Kurt’s mouth found its way back to his cock. Kurt let his jaw go slack and slid his hands back around Blaine’s ass, encouraging him into his waiting mouth. Blaine gave an experimental thrust, and when Kurt didn’t gag, he wound his fingers back through Kurt’s hair and began to move his hips with more vigor.
He came with Kurt’s name tumbling from his lips, and his body felt boneless as his knees gave out beneath him. Luckily, a strong pair of arms caught him around his waist and helped him gently settle on the tile floor of the kitchen. It took a few minutes for the aftershocks of Blaine’s orgasm to subside, but when they did, he looked over and realized he needed to take care of Kurt. When he looked down to where there should be a rather impressive bulge, he was met with a wet spot. He looked up and gave Kurt a question stare.
Kurt’s voice was much rougher than either of them expected when he spoke, “Getting you off gets me off, babe.”
And with that, Kurt helped Blaine back into his jeans, pulled him to his feet and led him towards the bathroom for a shower and maybe round two.
Later that night, Blaine slid into their bed with Kurt’s reassurance that yes, this was perfectly fine because his parents would be staying the night at his grandparents’ house and Finn was staying over at Puck’s. It killed Kurt to have to lie to him this way, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t send him to Cooper and Julie’s house like last time. They were in Hawaii for their anniversary. So he did what he had to do.
When Jessie, the babysitter, brought Emma home at 10PM, she was falling asleep as she stood in the living room and thanked Jessie for taking her to the zoo after school. Kurt paid her, and walked her down to the street while Emma got ready for bed. Once she was tucked in, Kurt kissed her forehead and made his way into their bedroom.
Blaine was sitting up against the headboard, reading a book, and he glanced up when Kurt walked into the room, a smile spreading across his face.
“Hey, you. How was your day?”
Kurt let out a sigh of relief. His Blaine was back.
“Very uneventful. Rehearsal was cancelled today, so I just had a lazy day at home. How was the first day of classes?”
“Crazy. Who knew 5 year olds had so much energy?”
Kurt let out a quiet chuckle as he slid into bed and lay facing Blaine. Taking his cue, Blaine put his book down, shut off the light and lay with his back to Kurt. He pulled Blaine’s back flush against his chest and kissed the back of his neck.
Kurt felt Blaine’s body relax completely, any tension he had been holding from the day melting away the moment Kurt tightened his hold around Blaine’s waist and peppered kisses against the smooth skin of Blaine’s shoulder.
“I love you, Kurtie.”
Blaine’s voice was so thick with an emotion neither of them could quite place. The use of the nickname he’d given Kurt back in high school caused Kurt’s breath hitched involuntarily. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t said to each other for the past 15 years. Blaine had always chosen random moments to profess his love. Lately though, he’d say it at the most profound moments, almost as if he was committing it to memory, afraid to forget. But tonight, instead of it being a reminder for himself, it was a reminder for Kurt. Tears formed in his eyes as he tried to fight back a sob at the realization that Blaine thought Kurt needed reminding.
He spoke with more conviction than he expected, “I love you too, Blainey.”
Blaine nuzzled further into Kurt’s touch and let out a contented sigh as he drifted to sleep. Kurt lay awake replaying the night’s events in his head. A sort of guilt began to take over his conscience. He knew he shouldn’t have given into Blaine, but it had been so long. The doctors had suggested that it wouldn’t be the best choice to be intimate with Blaine when he was having “an episode” as they called it. If anything though, it made Kurt feel better. It made him feel like Blaine was still here, even if it wasn’t his Blaine.
Eventually, Kurt’s mind gave up its internal argument and right before he drifted into a blissful sleep, he thought, everything’s gonna be okay. He fell asleep with a smile on his face because he had his Blaine in his arms.
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Wow...I cried...I really cried...thank you for this fanfic, thank you for this chapter. I can't wait for more!