Blaine drowsily opened his eyes. Looking down, he saw that Kurt's head was on his chest and his arm was draped over him. Only after fully appreciating the beauty that was asleep on top of him, did Blaine recall last night’s events. Things had gotten a little heated on the couch, so they had decided to meander upstairs to the bedroom. Blaine had just needed Kurt last night, and even though Kurt had to wake up early, he was there for Blaine. Glancing at the clock, Blaine figured that he’d have just the right amount of time to make breakfast for the two of them before Kurt would need to head off to the theater. As gently as possible, Blaine slid Kurt off of him, making sure he was covered from the cool fall breeze flowing through the cracked window.
After throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a T-Shirt, Blaine made his way downstairs and to the kitchen. Knowing Kurt would only want a light breakfast at this hour of the morning, he decided to make them both egg-white, veggie and cheese omelets. While they were cooking, Blaine clicked on the coffee machine. He proceeded to set the table and lay out the two omelets and toast he elected to make at the last minute. Satisfied with the layout, he crept back upstairs to wake Kurt.
Blaine walked over to the other side of the bed, where Kurt had rolled to, and kissed his forehead.
“Kurt...wake up,” Blaine whispered in his ear.
Kurt reluctantly opened his blue eyes and found Blaine lovingly looking down at him. Both boys had a slight twinkle to their eyes. Not taking his eyes from Blaine’s, Kurt sat up against the headboard and sighed.
“I didn't realize how much I’d missed you lately,” he said.
“I know. But now we are together. So, come on and get dressed! I made us breakfast!” Blaine replied.
Kurt grinned and got up, then strolled over to the closet. All the while, Blaine watched his boyfriend. He absolutely loved the way Kurt moved, the way he looked, the way he was just amazing all over, and the way he was his. Blaine snapped out of his trance when he saw Kurt pull on his own pair of sweatpants and a tee. He must’ve had somewhat of a shocked expression on his face because Kurt gave him a look and then stated, “You rubbed off on me. I've been wearing sweatpants for no reason and I blame you.”
“Why? They're comfy as Hell. And great for if you're just going to have a lazy day,” Blaine defended himself.
“Well, considering I have to go to work in an hour, this outfit will have to change. But for now, yes, they are ‘comfy as Hell,’” Kurt quipped back.
Blaine laughed, pulled Kurt into a quick kiss, and then led him downstairs to the kitchen.
As they ate, Blaine’s mind began to wander. He knew he had to start looking for a job as soon as possible. He was in theater but he had a major in teaching as a music teacher. There was an elementary school right down the road he was thinking of applying to.
“So, are you going to call your mom later on?” Kurt asked, bringing Blaine back to reality.
Blaine looked away from him when he asked. Kurt saw the pain in his eyes and regretted ever asking the question.
“I'm sorry. It's not my business.”
“No, it's fine. I was considering it, but I want to go to the musical with you and see if I can get a part. I need to find some kind of work until I can get an actual teaching job.”
“Well, that elementary school is hiring. They do need some teachers. I'm sure you could apply there.”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking about. I’m going to go down tomorrow and check it out.”
Kurt finished off his omelet, took another sip of his coffee Blaine had poured, and then went to shower. Blaine cleaned up and did the dishes while he was gone. Finishing this, he decided he should at least look a tad more presentable if he was going to accompany Kurt to the theater. Most of his clothes were still unpacked in the guest bedroom. While scrounging through his one duffel bag, a small, black box fell to the floor. He quickly snatched it up and put it back in the duffel. He had to be more careful with that, he thought to himself. If Kurt were to find it…
Scanning the room, he decided the closet would be the safest place. He emptied out most of his clothes and then placed the box under the extra clothes, then skillfully hid the duffel bag deep within the closet. Gathering up his clothes, he shut the door to the guest bedroom and went back to the master bedroom. Finding Kurt fusing over his hair in front of the mirror, Blaine went into the bathroom so as not to disturb Kurt’s routine.
After nearly 20 more minutes, Kurt was finally pleased with his appearance. Blaine had been sitting on the bed watching him for the past 15 minutes.
“What?” Kurt questioned, noticing the look on Blaine’s face.
“Oh, nothing,” Blaine replied nonchalantly, “It’s just that you don’t need to put that much effort into your looks. You are beautiful without the extra half an hour of primping.”
Kurt blushed. “Thank you for that, but old habits die hard. Plus, you are biased!”
“What? Just because I’m your boyfriend, I’m biased?!” Blaine mockingly answered.
“Oh, just be quiet, and let’s go before I’m late!”
“Sounds like a plan. But if we are late, it’s definitely your fault!”
“If you don’t shut your mouth, it will be both of our faults!”
“Touche,” Blaine answered as he jokingly punched Kurt in his shoulder.
Feigning a hard hit, Kurt rubbed his shoulder and then dragged a laughing Blaine Anderson down to the bottom of the apartment complex.
They took Kurt's Escalade down to the small theater that the play was being directed at. Blaire stood outside with a cup carrier.
“Kurt, your Grande Mocha, and Blaine, your Medium Drip,” Blaire said cheerfully.
“Thanks,” Blaine said.
Kurt also thanked her and sipped it tentatively; he sure as hell didn’t want to burn his tongue before practice.
They all entered the theater, Kurt and Blaire walking to the stage as Blaine sat down in one of the back rows and watched the crew set up. His phone started buzzing, looking down, the color drained from his face. His father was calling.
“Dad?” he answered.
“Don't call me dad. I'm giving you one more chance. Drop the boy and come back home. You can still find a nice young woman who would love you more than that thing ever did,” came the reply back.
“He's not a thing. He is a human being, and he has a name. His name is Kurt, Dad. Kurt. And I love Kurt. And you can't tell me what to do. I'm not going to come back. I plan on living with Kurt for the rest of my life. Get over it. You lost for once. Accept it.”
“So help me God, if you don't come home I will make you.”
With that, Blaine hung up. He started to feel the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He ran into the bathroom. After taking a couple of breaths, he looked at his phone and typed in his mother’s number. She was the one person, besides Kurt, who still cared for him.
“Blaine? Honey, are you okay? I heard your father call you and it sounded bad.”
“I'm fine. Did you want to meet up today?” Blaine replied, silently letting the tears flow down his face.
“I'd love to. What about ‘Wisteria?’ Would you want to meet there?”
“Sounds good. What time?”
“Now?”
“I'll be about 15 minutes. I'm with Kurt and Blaire at the theater.”
“No problem. I'll be there. Bye.”
“Bye,” he said hanging up.
Drying his eyes, he set off to find Kurt.
“Hey. Can I use your car? My mom and I are going to meet at a little place to talk a bit,” Blaine said upon finding Kurt.
“Yeah. Take it. Bring it back in one piece though. No broken windows please,” Kurt replied.
“Got it.”
Blaine smiled. He kissed Kurt's forehead and left. He was glad Kurt hadn’t noticed the anger or sadness in his eyes; he’d have time to explain everything later if need be.
The drive felt longer than it should have been. He found his mom's red Mazda and pulled beside it. ‘Wisteria’ was a small coffee shop that he used to come to every once in a while when he wanted a pick-me-up. Blaine walked in and saw his mom at a table already. She looked up, and jumping to her feet, ran to her son to give him a hug.
“I'm so sorry Blaine. For your father's behavior, but also for mine – for not standing up for you,” she sobbed.
“Shh,” Blaine replied trying to calm his mother so they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves. “It's okay. I know you had to keep quiet. You don't have to though. Leave him, please. He hurts you I know it. I've seen it.”
“Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to ever grow up in that environment. I wanted to leave but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me,” she answered a bit more coolly.
“I figured. I'm so sorry mom. You don't deserve that. Nobody does and he just plain doesn't deserve anyone.”
They sat down at the table and talked for the next three hours. It felt like there had been no fight just the previous day. It felt like old times with his mother.
“Promise me something Blaine.”
“Anything.”
“Watch out for you and Kurt. Your dad was not happy that you hung up on him...and he threatened Kurt. I don't think he'll follow through, but I don't know. Just please be very careful.”
“I will. Thank you for telling me. If he comes near us, I'll be filing a restraining order against him in the blink of an eye.”
“Good. I hope he stays away from you.”
“Can I ask you something?” Blaine looked at her.
“Anything honey.”
“If I were to ask Kurt to marry me would you be there?”
“Why wouldn't I be?”
“Because of Dad. I don't know who else in the family besides you and Blaire would want to be there. Our family is just like Dad. They wouldn’t want to come to such a ‘monstrosity’ of a wedding. If anyone were to find out, they would all tell Dad. And then he'd make sure he ruined it,” Blaine said.
“I'd make sure he stayed away. I'd make sure only Blaire and I would be there. Nobody else would find out.”
He smiled at his mom. He loved her so much and wished she would leave his father. He wasn't worth it and wanted her to be happy and with him she wasn't.
“Are you okay Blaine?”
“Perfect,” he replied.
He paid for their order and they left. Hugging her goodbye he drove back to the apartment. Kurt would get a ride back from Blaire later that night. Seeing as he had some free time, he decided to make dinner tonight for the two of them. He also got one of Kurt's bottles of wine hidden away for them to drink.
The apartment phone rang and Blaine ran for it.
“Hello?”
“Blaine, where are you?”
“The apartment. Why?”
“Kurt and I were going to go out to dinner tonight and wanted to know if you wanted to come with us?”
“Uh, well I was going to make dinner tonight for us. You're welcome to join if you'd like.”
“No, that's quite alright. I understand what kind of night it is and I won't butt in. Thanks for the offer though. I'll make up an excuse to get him home and then leave you two alone. Anna probably wants to have dinner together for once anyways. I've been working late and I feel like I'm neglecting her.”
“Then you should go on home and do something special tonight. Does dad know?”
“That I'm bisexual? No. That I have a girlfriend? No. Am I going to tell him? Yes.”
“Let me know when you're going to. I'll be there with you.”
“Thanks. Well, I need to go. Kurt will be home in a few. Enjoy your night,” she said.
He hung up the phone. He was so nervous for his sister. He knew exactly how Dad would handle Blaire’s news. But it would be alright. Blaire had Blaine and Blaine had Kurt. They all had each other to draw strength and courage from. They would all pull through together.