Trust

Chapter Nine

Blaine doesn’t get to see much of Kurt in the next couple of weeks, although not by his own choice.  The end of the month is always a busy time at work because with bills and rent being due more people come in on shorter notice, and he’s working almost every night although it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate on his own job when all he can see is Kurt.

And yes, he’ll gladly admit that he’s downloaded the videos of Kurt and while he hates watching himself, he tries to ignore that while he’s jerking off and just listens to the noises Kurt makes, and his orgasms are quicker and more powerful than they’ve ever been.

It makes him feel a little guilty nonetheless, because Kurt can’t do the same but Blaine knows they’ll be working towards that and while he wants to rush, if Kurt’s reticence to do anything incredibly intimate during their shoots is any indication he’ll need some time in the bedroom to get comfortable, and that’s perfectly alright as far as Blaine’s concerned. 

On his first free night he phones up the other man, hoping that he won’t be too busy with schoolwork, and Kurt sounds happy to hear from them as they agree to meet for dinner at a little Thai place about halfway between their apartments (or so Blaine figures.  He hasn’t been creepy enough to ask Kurt’s address and all he can knows is that he lives close to the coffee shop, and the restaurant is close to there), something not too intimate but not a burger joint, either. 

Blaine gets ready quickly, wondering if his attire will be up to Kurt’s impeccable standards.  Is the bowtie too much?  Is it too casual otherwise?  Should he…

“Hey, this is the dude you’ve tied up and seen naked and that’s seen you in that horrible jumpsuit,” Nick chimes in as he’s still debating and he looks backward, seeing the dark-haired man lounging in his doorway.  “Trust me, Blaine, he likes you.  It doesn’t matter what you wear.”

“He wears Alexander McQueen, though.  The most stylish thing I own is Brooks Brothers,” Blaine pouts, pursing his lips and holding up the bowtie again.  “I’m wearing it.”

“Glad you’ve sorted that out,” Jeff pops his head in as well and Blaine has to groan because honestly, his friend are insufferable.  “Now get out of here.  Nick and I want to do it in the living room and we can’t do that with you here.”

“Thanks, I needed to know that.  And I fully expect all public surfaces to be disinfected,” Blaine wrinkles his nose, knowing he’ll have to take some heavy cleaning supplies to the couch because even though he’s 99% sure Jeff is joking…there’s always that chance. 

“Get going,” Jeff claps his shoulder and nearly shoves him out the door as Blaine’s still trying to tie his bow-tie, and he sighs and straightens out his clothing before heading down the hall.

He really hates his roommates sometimes. 

000

“So.  Why no kissing?” Blaine’s not sure exactly why he says this right to begin with, but they’ve made it past the small-talk part of the date and have their drinks, and Kurt stirs his with his straw before sighing. 

“You’ll laugh.”

“I won’t,” Blaine promises, shaking his head and reaching to grip Kurt’s hand again.  He rather likes holding Kurt’s hand, it seems.  “You can tell me anything, you know?”

“I do,” Kurt nods, looking thoughtful.   “It’s…okay.  After I introduced my father and Finn’s mother, my father started spending a lot of time with Finn, doing ‘guy things’ I wasn’t invited to.  Baseball games, watching sports, that sort of thing.  Finn was the son he’d always wanted, and I was the son he could never really relate to and I was feeling…left out,” he shrugs and Blaine nods in understanding. “So I decided to play it straight for a while.  Started wearing flannel. Singing Mellencamp.  Made out with the girl in school that makes out with everybody, and that was…my first kiss,” he looks sheepish and Blaine almost has to laugh, because that was not what he was expecting. 

“Well, I have to say you have it better than the time my dad tried to turn me straight by fixing a car with me,” he quips and Kurt snorts. 

“Honestly?  I can fix cars in my sleep.  My dad taught me a lot,” he admits, suddenly blushing like he’s afraid he’s boasting too much and Blaine’s floored, because honestly, Kurt Hummel sings, acts, knows the ins and outs of fashion, has one of the most gorgeous bodies Blaine’s ever seen, an incredibly sharp wit, and he can fix cars?  Plus probably a whole lot of other things Blaine doesn’t know about and oh, if he wasn’t smitten before, he definitely is now. 

“You’re full of surprises, Kurt Hummel,” he says softly and Kurt looks away, endearingly shy.  “So that’s why you didn’t want to be kissed?”

“I wish,” and suddenly the mood is sombre again and Blaine tightens his hand around Kurt’s because he can tell this isn’t going to be nearly as light a story.  “Um, well, you grew up in Ohio, so I’m sure you know what it’s…like to be bullied.”

And Blaine sucks in a breath, because yes, he’d known.  And he’s not quite ready to talk about that yet….the pain and the hard, cold ground and waking up with broken ribs in a hospital bed in incredible pain…but he nods and hopes Kurt doesn’t ask him to elaborate.  Call him a coward, but he can’t relive the memories right now. 

“Right. Well.  There was this one Neanderthal who made it his business to make my life a living Hell…he was in the closet, but I didn’t know it, and one time I snapped and just…screamed at him and he grabbed me and kissed me. And tried to kiss me again, but I pushed him away and luckily he…..he left,” Kurt swallows heavily and shivers a little.  “So my first kiss was a girl, my second kiss was forced…I didn’t want my third to come because of…somebody random working for a porn website.  I hope you can…understand that,” he looks at Blaine finally and his eyes are suspiciously bright and Blaine just wants to comfort him again, but their food arrives at that moment and he decides to change the subject instead. 

One thing’s for certain, though.  Kurt Hummel’s given him a lot to think about. 

000

They go walking afterward, take-out cups of spiced hot chocolate from the restaurant for both of them, and Blaine lightly twines his fingers with Kurt as they make their way down the darkened streets. 

“Do you want to come to my place?” Kurt says after a few moments.  “It’s close, and Rachel’s over at her boyfriend’s tonight so it’ll just be us, if you…I don’t know how this works, I’ve never had a dinner date,” he’s starting to babble and Blaine finds it adorable, so he shushes him and nods. 

“I’d love to.  Lead the way.”

Kurt nods and takes him a few streets over to a relatively new building, taking the elevator to the third floor and stepping out before moving down the hall and digging for his keys. 

“Hey, dude!” Finn pops out from the next door over.  “Heard the elevator ding and figured it was…oh, hey, Blaine!” he winks at them and Kurt mutters something before shooting a glare in Finn’s direction. “Don’t be too loud, dudes, the walls are thin!” is the last thing Blaine hears before he closes the door and by now he’s decided that he really, really likes Finn, even if Kurt seems ready to strangle him right about now. 

“Couch,” Kurt snarls from between gritted teeth as he strides over and sits, Blaine plopping himself down close and trying not to react when Kurt slumps over and leans against his chest.  It’s forward, yes, but since Blaine’s held him naked in his lap it’s certainly not that personal and he snakes an arm around Kurt’s shoulders to pull him in tighter. 

He’d known the other man was special from the moment he’d laid eyes on him and the feelings had only gotten stronger since then.  Blaine doesn’t know if it’s love…not yet, certainly, but it’s stronger than he’d ever felt for Sebastian and that had to mean something.  Everything he learns about Kurt just makes him want to learn more, and that’s not something he experiences with many people.  He wants to know Kurt inside and out, in any way Kurt will have him and he really…

He gulps as Kurt turns to look up at him, eyelashes fluttering as he blinks and his eyes are stormy-grey right now, lips slightly parted and if this were anybody else Blaine would lean in and kiss him but he can’t, he can’t unless…

“Kurt,” he whispers, and his voice is raspy so he swallows to wet his throat.  “Kurt, I…”

“Kiss me,” Kurt murmurs, sitting up a little and Blaine can see he’s nervous.  “Please, Blaine, I want you to.  I…I need to you,” he reaches for Blaine’s hand and squeezes it and Blaine’s breath comes out in a ‘whoosh’ as he leans forward and cups his hand around Kurt’s cheek, just breathing over his lips for the briefest of moments before closing the space between them and pressing their lips together. 

Kurt sighs into it, lips soft and plush under Blaine’s own, and after a second his arms drape around Blaine’s neck and he leans back, Blaine scrambling a little to keep their mouths connected while he shifts himself on top of Kurt. 

“Hmm,” Kurt sounds happy when Blaine pulls away and he’s got the sweetest smile on his face, one hand reaching to brush Blaine’s curls off of his forehead.  “That was…infinitely preferable to my other two kisses.”

“I’m glad,” Blaine whispers, not wanting to break the moment.  “Can I…”

“Yes.  Please,” Kurt pushes his body up a bit and it’s a little rougher this time, a little deeper, and Blaine swipes his tongue over Kurt’s lips as the younger man opens his mouth and he tastes sweet and spicy from the hot chocolate, letting out a tiny surprised moan into Blaine’s mouth but he’s not trying to get away so that’s a good thing. 

Blaine brushes his tongue lightly against Kurt’s, feeling Kurt respond, and then they’re making out in a way he hasn’t since he was a teenager and God, Kurt’s good at this for never having kissed anybody before.  He breaks away and attaches his mouth to Kurt’s graceful neck, sucking gently as Kurt moans in earnest and clutches at him. 

“Blaine…Blaine, that’s…”

“Mm,” Blaine says against his skin, kissing his way back up Kurt’s jaw to his mouth but he knows he has to rein himself in because no way is Kurt ready for more than this, much as Blaine wants it. 

“Wow,” Kurt laughs, looking shocked, lips kiss-red.  “That was…okay.  I think I love kissing now.”

“Good,” Blaine replies.  “Because I know I love kissing you.”

“Sap,” Kurt leans in enough to brush their noses together before he sighs and flops back on the couch.  “Tonight was nice.  I just…you’re not as busy all the time as you’ve been in the last two weeks, are you?  I don’t think I want to wait that long before we go out again.”

“End of the month is always bad, but it should lighten up by the middle of next week,” he promises, because he doesn’t want to go that long without seeing Kurt, either.  “I can give you a call when I know I’ll be free and we’ll go from there?”

“Sounds good,” Kurt nods and they get off the couch, heading to the door even though Blaine doesn’t really want to leave but he knows it’s for the best. 

He’s not going to rush anything in this relationship, because it already means too much to him. 

However, that doesn’t stop him from pulling Kurt close once they’re outside the door and giving him a lingering good-bye kiss, and he hears a low whistle behind and Finn calling, “Get it, bro!” before he finally pulls away, squeezing Kurt’s waist briefly as he heads toward the elevators. 

He can hear the brothers arguing while he does and smiles to himself, thinking that this has undeniably been one of the best nights of his life. 

Really, the only way it could get better is if Jeff and Nick are done doing whatever they’re doing, and with how high he feels right now, he almost believes they will be.