Trust

Chapter Seven

Waking up is surprisingly awkwardness-free.  Kurt had been worried, simply because he’s never really slept with anybody so he feared how his body would react to another one in close proximity, and Finn’s used to sleeping with Rachel so the same might hold true for him. 

But they wake up much as they’d gone to sleep Finn’s breath lightly ghosting across his neck and his body snug to Kurt’s from behind, and Kurt takes a moment to think about how, five years ago, waking up in Finn Hudson’s arms was something that only happened in his wildest fantasies. 

It’s still pretty fantastic even though Finn’s been replaced in his head by somebody else, and when Finn snorts himself awake Kurt has to laugh and slips his hand down to lightly rest over the other man’s over his waist, not wanting to move. 

“Dude, this is pretty gay,” Finn murmurs into his ear.

“Well, good morning to you, too.  I’m comfortable,” Kurt hopes he doesn’t sound overly whiny but Finn nuzzles his neck, half-asleep still, and Kurt takes that as his cue to relax. 

“We don’t tell anybody about this though.  Especially not Puck.”

“Deal,” Kurt promises, because he knows he’d never hear the end of it, either, and they doze for a while longer as the sun shines warmly through the window. 

It’s Saturday.  He can afford to be lazy. 

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Things settle back into a more familiar pattern over the next couple of weeks, and even though Kurt knows the videos of him naked and begging to orgasm are out there for anybody to see he’s never going to go looking for them because he’ll suffer from so much second-hand embarrassment it will be noticeable to anybody in a twenty-mile radius.

So yes, he knows they’re there, he knows people can find them, but he’s going to ignore it and go about his life like he always has. 

It’s not exactly easy, especially not once Rachel finds out about Blaine (well, not ‘finds out’ exactly, but she guesses that Kurt’s pining for somebody and he’s never been able to lie to her) and he deals with awkward questions from both her and Finn: who is this guy?  Is he your boyfriend?  Does he like you back the same way?  When can we meet him? 

And Kurt has to somehow divert them off the trail because there’s no way he can answer most of those without telling at least a bit of the truth and no, that’s never going to happen. 

He knows Blaine likes him in return…at least, it’s fairly obvious from his actions, and he contemplates briefly going online to see how Blaine works with some of the other performers from the website but the thought of encountering his own videos deters him from that.  Still, he doesn’t see Blaine cradling most other people in his arms and feeding them chocolate, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but he honestly believes that there’s something…there. 

Trying to forget Blaine isn’t easy and after about the fourth night waking up achingly hard with Blaine’s name on his lips he gives into his urges and jerks off quickly in the bathroom, not used to it and it still feels so sterile and impersonal but it’s better than trying to will his erection away. 

A couple of weeks after his last session he and Finn are out getting coffee at their favorite place, Finn with an arm casually around his waist because for some reason he’s under the deluded impression that men are going to steal Kurt away and have their wicked way with him and, truth be told, some of the men Kurt sees on the streets are ones he wouldn’t put that past so he’s grateful for the support. 

He’s glancing around the shop for a place to sit for a bit when his eyes land on curly hair and thick-rimmed glasses and he nearly chokes on his own saliva, stiffening as Finn looks down at him. 

“What is it?  What’s…” Finn follows his eye-line, being freakishly perceptive the one time Kurt wishes he would be his normal oblivious self, and a knowing smile creeps across his face. “That’s Blaine?”

“Finn…”

“Nah, dude, I…okay, this is all totally ‘no homo,’ but he’s hot,” Finn looks genuinely happy and Kurt’s rather pleased by that but he doesn’t want Blaine to catch him staring.  The older man looks like he’s working, staring down at what looks like staff paper and scribbling things every few seconds before sucking on the end of his pen in a way that doesn’t bring any clean thoughts to Kurt’s mind. 

“Well, I’m glad my taste in men is acceptable to you,” Kurt replies dryly and Finn snickers.

“Dude, you picked me, I know it’s pretty good.”

“Finn,” Kurt elbows him lightly in the ribs but he’s laughing, too, even though he knows making noise might attract Blaine’s attention (although, truth be told, he’s not sure that isn’t what he’s actually trying to do).  “Just leave it. Let’s get our coffee and go…”

“Dude, I wanna meet him!” Finn bounces like a young child which, seeing as how he’s a fair bit over six feet tall, looks incredibly awkward.  “C’mon, you’ve been sighing and daydreaming about him for weeks but I’ve never even seen him until now.  Doesn’t he like you back?”

“I think he does, but…”

“C’mon,” Finn has a look on his face that Kurt doesn’t necessarily like, but he’s tugging him up to the counter and ordering their usual (mocha for Kurt and some iced cookies-and-chocolate-and-whipped-cream-and-probably-2000-calorie abomination for himself) before pulling him over to the side to wait for their orders. 

“You have a plan, don’t you?  And I’m not going to like it…”

“You’ll love it,” Finn promises.  “We are going to go over there and get you a hot date for this weekend,” he looks so proud of himself and even though Kurt can think of about a million reasons why this is a bad idea, he can’t deny that it’s the one thing he also wants the most. 

So he nods and just hopes things don’t get too far out of hand. 

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Blaine notices when he enters the coffee shop, of course he does.  He’s come back here for a reason, after all, and while he knows the chances of Kurt coming in again are slim he still can’t help but wonder if somebody’s watching over him because this is almost too good to be real. 

Kurt’s with a man this time, a rather tall, intimidating-looking guy although his smile is nice and he’s got an arm protectively around Kurt. 

This throws Blaine off for a moment because…Kurt doesn’t have a boyfriend, does he?  But the hold is too possessive to be casual and he tries to not stare, busying himself in his composition work and doing his best to sneak glances only every so often even though one time he swears he sees Kurt looking back at him and no, that’s not part of the plan.

He hears them both laughing at one point and quickly glances up again, hearing Kurt say “Finn,” in a rather exasperated tone and oh, okay, this is the stepbrother, and somehow knowing that inexplicably makes Blaine feel better. 

He sees them get their drinks and is prepared to watch them leave when suddenly they’re walking toward him and shit, this is not happening, except it is, and he tries to keep hold of himself as Finn plops himself down and Kurt sits down rather more daintily, rolling his eyes toward his stepbrother. 

“Hey, dude!  I’ve heard so much about you!  I’m Finn Hudson, Kurt’s stepbrother.  I’m sure he’s told you all about me,” he sticks out his hand and Blaine shakes it carefully, smiling as genuinely as he can even though his insides are rolling. 

“Blaine Anderson.  And yes, he’s mentioned you once or twice…”

“Be nice, Finn,” Kurt says, and it has the air of something that he must say rather often if the half-smile on his face is any indication.  “I told him to let you study in peace but he’s rather like a pitbull when he latches onto something he wants.”

“I can see that,” Blaine starts to relax, realizing that Kurt’s not looking like this is at all awkward so really, why should he be so concerned? 

“What are you working on?” Finn slurps noisily at his drink before staring at Blaine’s papers, and Blaine realizes that Kurt really knows nothing about him and maybe it’s time to change that. 

“I write music.  Well, not really, but I have to for my major,” he explains.  “Right now I’m trying to figure out this final project and it’s not…going too well.  As you can see.”

“Cool.  I play drums and guitar,” Finn interjects, still bouncing a little in his seat as Kurt snorts.  “Hey, I’m good!”

“You are, I’ll admit,” Kurt pats his arm before turning back to Blaine.  “Anyway, ignoring my lug of a brother here, I’m sorry we just dropped in on you like this.  If you have work to do…”

“No, it’s fine.  I could use the break,” Blaine assures them, because he honestly could; staring at a blank sheet of staff paper for half-an-hour has gotten a little boring.  “It’s nice to see you again, Kurt.”

“Likewise,” Kurt smiles, a rather soft, kind smile that makes Blaine want to lean across the table and kiss him but he rather admirably restrains himself. 

“Yeah, you must work late, huh?  Bartending and all,” Finn has to put in again and Blaine shoots Kurt a look, getting a quick hand motion in return that tells him to go with it and yes, Blaine realizes, if Finn knows who he is Kurt wouldn’t have told him the truth, and actually going to a bar is a good cover for being out at the hours Kurt was. 

“Yes, which explains why I have to do homework in the afternoons,” he laughs, adjusting his glasses a little and staring at Kurt.  “So, you live around here?”

“Fairly close.  But this place has the best coffee in the area so we’re here pretty often.  Even though Finn’s going to give himself a heart-attack with the crap he puts into his body,” Kurt sighs and Finn sucks back about half his drink in one go as if to prove his point, earning a smack on the arm. 

They’re very touchy, Blaine thinks, and he wonders briefly what their story is and how long they’ve been related (even though he and Cooper are rather more touchy than normal brothers as well so he’s really not one to talk).  Really, he’s realized that he just wants to know everything he can about Kurt and that’s frightening and yet comforting at the same time because he thinks Kurt feels the same way. 

“Anyway,” Finn continues, “so Kurt’s been talking about you.  Like a lot.  And I know how he gets when he’s crushing on somebody and he’s got it bad for you…”

“Finn!” Kurt yelps and Blaine has to laugh. 

“So would you just take him out on a date already?” the taller man finishes with a pleading grin and really, Blaine thinks, he should say no. 

It’s unprofessional, Kurt’s a client, and he might be the most damn beautiful man Blaine’s ever seen but that doesn’t mean he’s going to say…

“Yes.”

“Really?  Awesome!” Finn crows and Blaine realizes he’s spoken before his brain can even process the words, but Kurt’s mouth is slightly open, rosy lips parted and eyes sparkling and yeah, Blaine’s not going to say no to that.  “I totally got you a date, dude!”

“Yes, thank you,” Kurt says dryly.  “I’m afraid I’m rather new at this, so…”

“Let’s take it slow,” Blaine covers Kurt’s hand with his own, barely aware he’s doing it but Kurt glances down before lacing his fingers with Blaine’s and nodding.  “Meet me here tomorrow, same time.  I’ll buy you coffee and we can talk a bit more.  Sound good?”

“Wonderful, actually.  And this time we won’t have a third wheel,” he looks over to Finn who remains completely oblivious, and Blaine’s heart flutters a bit at what’s just happened. 

He has a date with the man of his dreams. 

This weekend is going to be amazing.