Trust

Chapter Thirteen

Kurt doesn’t go back for a while after that.  He doesn’t need to, not really, because once he’s counted up all the money his shows have earned him he nearly falls over and he realizes that this might be part of the reason why people become porn stars. 

It’s amazing, but it means he doesn’t really have an excuse to see Blaine at work anymore and Blaine’s busy a lot of the time, working late and classes during the day so he keeps odd hours. 

Not ideal, of course, but Kurt’s willing to live with it for now because he has a boyfriend and some days the words still want to make him squeal like a schoolgirl and do some embarrassing dance in the middle of the hall at school.  He doesn’t, of course, but the urge is there. 

Currently he and Blaine are lying on his bed…his second bed…the bed he uses when he stays at Finn’s, flipping through Kurt’s old high school yearbooks (because Blaine had insisted on seeing pictures of him in New Directions) and laughing at some of the more absurd dedications (he’d had to explain Puck to Blaine, or at least why Puck’s was about a standing invitation to his history teacher to ‘get some of the Puckasaurus’, but afterward they had both snickered about it and it had brought back a lot of happy memories for Kurt). 

Being with Blaine like this is…nice.  There’s nothing sexual about it, it’s just two young men bonding over shared interests, and it’s how Kurt would have imagined his dates going back when he was in high school: innocent and chaste and oh so different from how they are professionally, but that’s good. 

The photo album is abandoned by eleven-ish, both of them content to kiss softly because Blaine has a client in an hour and a bit so they don’t want to make him lose track of time, but Blaine’s lips are kind of intoxicating all on their own so Kurt’s content to explore fully-clothed, feeling the power in Blaine’s hips when he pulls him on top of his body.  It’s getting to the point where it’s almost too far when the door slams open, breaking them apart like guilty teenagers and a few seconds later they both have to roll out of the way because a) Kurt’s bed is small to begin with and b) Finn’s big, no matter where he is, and he’s decided to face-plant into the mattress.

“Is there a reason for these dramatics?” Kurt asks carefully, not really sure of his stepbrother’s mood, and from the way Finn growls into the bedsheets the answer is probably ‘yes’ and probably related to Rachel somehow.  “What happened, sweetie?”

“Don’t call me that,” Finn glares up at him and Kurt has to stifle a grin because if nothing else he knows how to get what he wants from Finn.  “Rachel and Paul were making out by the elevator.  Rachel and Paul can’t even keep it in their pants long enough to get into their apartment.  Rachel and Paul were going at it like they were filming a porno,” he wrinkles his nose and Kurt tries to keep his face impassive at the word ‘porno’ because no, Finn finding out would be the worst thing ever. 

“Oh, Finn,” Kurt sighs heavily, patting the other man’s shoulder.  “I’m sorry.” 

And he is, he really is, but at the same time Finn’s had girlfriends pretty much solidly since he was about fifteen and Blaine’s his first boyfriend ever and right now Finn’s interrupting some very rare private time, but…

Finn’s family.  And Blaine’s looking rather sympathetic as well so Kurt’s not going to get angry about it this time.  After all, without Finn, Kurt might never have found the courage to talk to Blaine that day in the coffee shop. 

“Finn, I hate to say this, but…maybe you need to move on the same way she did,” he says softly, getting a stubborn head-shake in return, and Kurt reaches to pet his hair. 

“How long were you together?” Blaine inquired, rolling over and gently resting a hand on Finn’s shoulder as the taller man darts a glance at him.

“On and off since sophomore year of high school, but we got engaged in scnior year and were gonna get married and then…decided to wait until we’d both graduated college and stuff, y’know?  And yeah, we’ve broken up a few times, but she’s never thrown the ring out the window before so I think this is pretty much it, but…she’s been like five years of my life!  And two weeks after we break up she’s fucking some other dude?!” Finn sounds broken and Kurt can’t blame him, although he knows that Rachel’s hurting, too.  Not that she doesn’t love Paul…she seems enamoured, actually…but she’s more the type to get over a relationship by being in a relationship while Finn seems to need time to grieve.  “I hate it.  Why am I always the one that’s not good enough?  Quinn cheats on me with Puck, Rachel cheats on me with Puck, Santana uses me to get the Head Cheerleading position, then Quinn tells me she’s only dating me so we can be Prom Royalty, Rachel only accepts my engagement because she thought she had no future, Quinn gets hit by a fucking truck on the way to our wedding the first time, and I…” he cuts off, burying his head in the pillow as Kurt hugs him awkwardly. 

“Wow,” Blaine’s breath lets out in a rush and Kurt meets his eyes over Finn’s back.  “I didn’t…”

“It’s okay.  I told you we had a lot of drama,” Kurt gives him a wan smile.  “Finn, I know this is hard, but you have to believe that you’ll find somebody you deserve.  I know she’s out there.”

Finn makes a muffled sound that finally clears up enough to turn into, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“I…” Kurt shakes his head, because honestly, who asks that?  “Finn, I know you’re hurting, but I’m with my boyfriend, I can’t just…”

“Actually I have to get going.  For work,” Blaine’s eyes seek out the clock and Kurt realizes that it is past time for him to leave, so he nods and gets up to walk Blaine to the door. 

“I’m sorry about that.  He kind of ruined our evening,” he quirks a smile and Blaine shakes his head and reaches to cup Kurt’s cheek, leaning in for a kiss that starts soft but soon turns heated, tongues twining together until Kurt pulls away with a soft moan.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Blaine rests their foreheads together for a moment before moving back.  “I’ll call you soon.”

“Okay,” Kurt smiles and watches him leave, heaving a heavy sigh before going back to the bedroom to find Finn curled under the covers.

“Is Blaine really a bartender?” Finn asks after a moment and Kurt tries again not to get mad at him, because he knows how hard this is.  “ ‘Cuz bars close at like 2:30 at the latest, dude, so he’d only be working for like three hours and that doesn’t seem right…”

And damn him, Kurt thinks, because Finn’s eerily perceptive sometimes and he cannot have any reason to be suspicious this time around.  “Yes, he’s a bartender.  He had to cover a short shift tonight because there was some event at the bar and they needed extra hands.”

He pats himself silently on the back for that lie because Finn seems immediately appeased, opening his arms for Kurt to crawl in beside him.  “Okay.  And I’m really sorry, dude.  But I just thought…I was there for you that one night…”

“Finn, you don’t have to make this seem like an obligation.  I’m happy to be here for you, you know that, and I love Rachel but she has an appalling lack of tact and is a girl who will love an audience until the end, so her rather public display doesn’t surprise me in the least,” he has to admit, frowning because it’s rather cruel of Rachel. 

“It’s like she was rubbing it in my face, that she could find a guy and I can’t find anybody, and it hurts,” he whimpers and Kurt nods, holding him close.  It kills him to see Finn like this, but he’s on his stepbrother’s side all the way, and he might have to write tonight off but he and Blaine will have plenty of other nights to get to know each other a little more intimately outside of work.

And that’s a good thought.

000

“So you got cock-blocked by his stepbrother?” Jeff looks far too amused and Blaine rolls his eyes, not wanting to deal with the blond’s teasing right at this moment.  “That’s so embarrassing, man!”

“I had to get to work anyway,” Blaine tries to brush him off because if anything Jeff’s gotten more annoying since finding out he and Kurt are a couple, and truth be told Blaine’s not really as annoyed as he thought he might be.

It felt like he got to see another part of Kurt last night, like he’s already made it past the first ‘meeting the family’ hurdle with no trouble whatsoever, and seeing how much Kurt really does love his stepbrother makes him smile.  The other man is just a good person, and those are rare enough in his day and age, but to be unfairly sexy on top of everything else Blaine feels like he must have done something right in life to deserve him. 

“Still, didn’t Kurt have a crush on this guy?” Jeff presses and Blaine has to snort, because no way is he going there.

“Jeff, he’s straight.  Kurt’s not going to cheat on me with his stepbrother,” he wrinkles his nose because he knows Kurt won’t, but he doesn’t really want to hear Jeff talking about it, either.  “Can we drop it?  It was one night.  Kurt’s proven to me that his family is really important to him and since I’ve never really had that I’m not going to yell at him about it.”

“Fine.  Touchy,” Jeff gives him a smile and leans back in his chair.  “You really like this guy, huh?”

“I really do,” Blaine smiles just thinking about Kurt and yes, that’s probably really sappy and he probably sounds like a teenager in love for the first time, but he’s never felt this way about anybody else and he already trusts Kurt completely. 

“I forgot how corny you get when you find a guy,” Jeff isn’t really teasing anymore though and Blaine knows that his friends have been waiting and hoping that he’d find somebody for several years now, so he knows they’ll support him, especially if he’s happy.  “I want to meet him, though.  We’re pretty much like your family, after all.”

“You are,” Blaine admits, a little afraid of bringing Kurt to meet Nick and Jeff.  He knows Nick will be on his best behaviour but the last thing he needs is for Jeff to try and scare Kurt off and that’s more than likely what the other man will do.

But then, Kurt can take care of himself, and he’s got a quick wit and a sharp tongue that Blaine’s quickly coming to love.  He knows better than to fall too fast, but he has a feeling that, if things work out, he could see himself and Kurt together for a long time.

“Dude, you’ve got the dopiest smile on your face right now.  He must really be something special,” Jeff purses his lips before deciding something, slapping his hands on the tabletop and standing.  “I’m going to look up his videos on your site, then, just so I can see what he looks like…”

And really, Blaine hadn’t planned on spending the afternoon chasing Jeff around the apartment, but that’s what ends up happening anyway. 

000

“I’m so sorry!  I didn’t think it was a big deal!  But he’s a unicorn and unicorns are magical so I thought you’d want to see him…”

Kurt stops outside of Finn’s door, hearing the voice that unmistakeably Brittany’s, and he feels a sudden chill pass over him because whatever’s waiting for him beyond that door is so far from good it’s staggering. 

“Show me,” he can hear Finn’s voice, a slight tremble in his words, and he debates bursting in but decides to stop and listen for a bit longer. 

“It’s wanky,” Santana chimes in.  “I couldn’t believe it when Britt showed it to me.  I mean, Kurt’s pretty much frigid, or I thought he was, but he’s a kinky little bastard…”

“Show me,” Finn sounds serious this time and Kurt knows, knows that Brittany and Santana have found the website, knows that they know what he does for a living, and oh, God, Finn’s going to see it so he opens the door, seeing the three of them staring at him in shock as he gulps and gently closes the door behind him.

Time to face the firing squad.