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He Made You Perfect: Chapter 19


T - Words: 1,263 - Last Updated: Aug 23, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 22/? - Created: May 23, 2012 - Updated: Aug 23, 2012
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Author's Notes: Warning: underage drinking.

 

Kurt fussed with his hair in front of the mirror. It was still a little overly fluffed from the morning at the lake. Why can't it just behave? Why now, when I'm trying to get ready for my first real date? Kurt thought, his pulse quickening.

 

I guess you have plans?” Josh said, watching him primp. “You didn't eat much at dinner.”

 

I, um...” Kurt said, not wanting to make Josh uncomfortable.

 

It's okay,” Josh said. “Go ahead. I'll cover for you if something comes up.”

 

Josh flung himself on his bed, a bible open in front of him. But Kurt could feel Josh's eyes on him as he continued to prepare for his date.

 

* * * * *

 

Kurt walked softly along the gravel at the shore of the lake, up to the spot where he and Blaine had shared their first kiss. Blaine was already there, sitting up against a tree and looking at the moon. There was just enough light from the waning crescent moon for Kurt to make out the angles of his cheekbones and forehead, and he paused for a moment in admiration before approaching.

 

Hey, you.” Kurt whispered. The shining eyes met his. “Hi!” Blaine said, a little louder than he apparently meant to.

 

He crossed over to Kurt and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sit down,” he said in a hushed voice, gesturing to a blanket at the edge of the grass by the shore. “I brought us some treats to start off the night.”

 

Blaine unwrapped a parcel of cookies and chocolates. “Where did you get this stuff?” Kurt exclaimed.

 

“Did you know that the cafeteria workers are all women?” Blaine said, “I'm not above doing a little flirting to get what I want. It turns out that women go nuts when I do this.” Blaine demonstrated a doe-eyed, compelling gaze that suddenly made Kurt want to take off all of his clothes. “The counselors have a party the last day of camp after everyone leaves, and these came out of that stash. They're pretty good. Try one!”

 

As they ate, Blaine filled Kurt in on the story of his conflict with Jackie on the first day of camp. “So that's why you weren't at dinner that day,” Kurt mused. “I was looking for you in the cafeteria.”

 

“If I'd known that it would mean I had to wait an extra day to learn your name,” Blaine responded, “I might have found the willpower not to call Jackie all those bad words. Maybe not, though.” Blaine winked.

 

“She deserved it,” Kurt said.

 

“Say, that reminds me,” Blaine said. “I don't know how you'll feel about this, but I brought another treat for us.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of tiny bottles.

 

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed, “Is that alcohol? Where did you get that? We're only sixteen!”

 

“It's cotton candy vodka. And I'm fifteen, actually.” Blaine said.

 

“Huh,” Kurt responded. “I would've thought you'd be at least my age, if not older. Never mind that. Did you really bring alcohol... strange alcohol... to Jesus camp?”

 

“No!” Blaine said, “And if it bothers you, I'm fine with throwing these in the lake. I got them from Jackie's room, actually. I snuck in there to get my sunglasses back. I saw these and figured, why not? Who's she gonna tell about it when she finds out?”

 

“Well, in that case...” Kurt responded, grinning and taking a bottle.

 

The two boys walked along the far shore of the lake, each sipping from one of the airplane bottles and trying to compare the flavor to something found in nature. In the distance from the camp, no one could hear their escalating giggles as they swapped stories of glee club mishaps.

 

As they approached the camp again, they fell into silence. Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him to the main building, up the halls and down the staircase to the basement.

 

“Oh my god, Blaine!” Kurt squeaked. The room was glowing with light from clusters of candles on every surface. Some were in candlestick holders, and others were on plates or in colored tumblers. “How did you do all of this?”

 

Blaine beamed at his reaction. “I found some of the glassware down here in boxes. The rest is borrowed from the kitchen. Same way I got the cookies.”

 

“And the candles?” Kurt asked. “From the chapel, of course.” Blaine grinned.

 

“Blaine Anderson, you really are a bad boy.” Kurt said, amazed and delighted.

 

“I'm really not, normally. Something about this place just makes me want to break rules.” Blaine tugged on Kurt's waist and kissed him hungrily, parting Kurt's lips with his tongue and exploring his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's back and kissed him harder, their hips making contact as well.

 

Kurt was enjoying the kiss so much that he couldn't help but writhe up against Blaine ever so slightly. As he did so, he noticed that Blaine was enjoying the kiss even more than he was, judging but the hardness against Kurt's thigh. Eep, Kurt thought, Too much too fast. It's true what they say about alcohol lowering your inhibitions.

 

Kurt broke out of the kiss, panting. He let out a nervous giggle as he pulled back from Blaine. Then, for the first time he noticed that there were more blankets and some cushions on the floor. Kurt eyed Blaine cautiously. “What exactly did you have planned for the evening, Blaine? You should know up front, I'm not that kind of boy.” Kurt tried to sound like he was teasing, but a small part of him was afraid he might be right.

 

Blaine's eyes went wide. “Oh, no, nonono, that's not... Remember those old board games we found in the boxes of toys? I thought we would be more comfortable on the floor since I couldn't find a card table. I'm sorry, I keep messing things up. Look, see, it's true, I found The Game of Life.”

 

Kurt smiled reassuringly, inwardly relieved. “I believe you, Blaine. I was just kidding.” He sat down on the blankets. “Let's get it set up. I like that game. It's easy to make it gay marriage-friendly... just have two blue pieces in the front seat instead of one blue and one pink.”

 

Blaine sat down and opened the box between them. Kurt's head was swimming from the alcohol as he looked at all of the complicated pieces to the game.

 

Why is everything so different from the version I have at home? How old IS this edition?” Kurt asked, examining the box.

 

Blaine was trying to assemble the spinner but it kept falling apart. Kurt watched his arms move and his face scrunch up, adorable in the candlelight.

 

“You know what? Forget it.” Kurt said, tossing the box aside and knocking the spinner out of Blaine's hands as he pounced.

 

“Mmmph... you taste like cotton candy.” Blaine said.

 

Kurt sighed against Blaine's lips. “You take my breath away.” He scooted forward until his body was completely on top of Blaine's, surprising himself with his own boldness. I might as well enjoy him while I still have him, Kurt thought. Who knows how much alone time we'll get tomorrow, and then on Saturday I have to say goodbye. At that thought, an ache grew in Kurt's chest.

 

He moved to Blaine's neck, determined to leave a hickey under the collar of Blaine's shirt that would hopefully still be visible after Saturday. Blaine squirmed under him, pressing his fingers into the small of Kurt's back. Neither boy noticed the doorway at the top of the stairs opening, or footsteps carefully descending.

 

You are so dead, Kurt Hummel,” Jessica's voice rang out sharply in the quiet room.

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Please slap Jackie!!!

Yikes....you're seriously getting the boys In trouble? Right when things are heating up? I hope they don't get into too much trouble

Holy crap. Oh, my God I'm freaking out. This is amazing :)

Aww mannn, another cliffhanger! haha This chapter was good, though I'm curious as to where you would get or why you'd want to drink cotton candy vodka... :P

I have completely and utterly fallen in love with this story. Your description, especially in the beginning when Kurt and Blaine first see each other, is absolutely breath taking. You've caused me to form emotional attachments to each and every character, positive and negative. This fic was a roller coaster ride full off many different feelings, and I thank you for writing it! Please update soon!

Someway I can't choose who is the most poor character in there. Love them all, crying everywhere, THIS cliffhanger.I don't know what I want to do with Jessica, but my ideas aren't very sweet at general.Cotton candy vodka... :DThis is one of few really amazing fanfic there and it's really bad idea to start reading it without tissues and pillow to hit it everytime when something goes to -.Christian camps aren't going to change. Absolutely authentic.Apple notebooks are our personal joke, because - you came here, thay start to talk about how is wrong being gay or trans and they have Apple notebook on the table. My ideas in these moments are very similar to ideas "what to do with Jessica now".

uh oh! I am scared of Jessica!

Such a sweet date until right at the end. Eep!