Chapter 3

Blaine was having a restless night. At first it took forever for him to fall asleep. Later his nightmares kept his head busy and no matter how hard he tried to wake up, he couldn’t.

Lying on a bed in a dimmed room Blaine was waiting for something to happen. For someone to come in. He was lying on his stomach and only when he turned his head to the left, he noticed that he was tightly tided up to the bed. Completely naked.

Moments later a middle-aged man came into the room. “Who do we have here? You must be new, slut. I hadn’t seen you here before,” echoed in the room.

Blaine tried his best to get up but the man just laughed at his attempts. He took off his clothes and Blaine knew what was about to happen. He started shaking.

With a gasp Blaine woke up. He looked around quickly to orientate where he was. It took a second for him to realise that he was safe on the couch; Kurt was kneeling in front of him, his hand on his shoulder. Obviously, that’s how he was woken up and that’s were the shaking feeling was from.

“Bad dream?” Kurt asked softly as Blaine sat down.

“Yes. Is something wrong?” the boy asked, his voice raspy from sleeping.

“Aha.”

“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked, suddenly fully awake.

“I am. Was. Am… I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep knowing that you were here and we were fighting–”

“We are not fighting.”

“Yes, we are,” Kurt argued taking Blaine’s hands into his. “We are fighting because of my stupidity. I was wrong. I should have never taken my anger on you. It’s my dad I’m angry at, you have nothing to do with this. I understand that you couldn’t have told me. I overreacted and I’m very sorry.”

Blaine smiled. “Come here,” he said and pulled the other boy on the couch, putting the blanket over both of them, lying down and facing each other,

Kurt snuggled closer and sighed. “I love you,” he whispered. “Promise me that we will never go to bed like this. Promise me that before going to sleep we are going to solve all the disagreements and sleep together.”

“I promise,” Blaine kissed the boy softly on his lips. “I promise to always stay awake for as long as we need to solve the problems we may have. I promise to kiss you in the end and make sweet love to you. I promise to always work hard for our relationship. For you. For us.”

“Um, sweet love, huh? I think I’m going to take you up on that promise.”

“Any time,” Blaine said.

“But not now. I need to get some rest before facing the new head of the C.A.T. tomorrow.”

“Can I say something in his defence?”

“No.”

Blaine sighed but didn’t argue. He was happy to have his Kurt back way too much to ruin it now. “I’m glad you know now. I won’t need to hide anything and I have something to show you.”

“What is it?”

“A few things your dad gave me. And I also have a few things to tell you. But it can wait until tomorrow. I think we should go to bed so you can have some rest.”

“I don’t want to move,” Kurt whined and it made Blaine laugh.

“I can carry you,” he said and kissed the tip of Kurt’s nose.

“As much as I would love that, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Kurt said and literally rolled out of the bed.

Blaine giggled silently. “That was very graceful of you,” he teased the other boy while standing up himself.

Kurt grabbed his hand and led the way to their bedroom. “You are just jealous,” he showed him his tongue.

“Next time you do that, I’m going to bite it off.”

“You like it rough, baby?” Kurt laughed. “I will keep that in mind.”

Blaine just shook his head and slid under the duvet, Kurt doing the same from the other side of the bed.

“As a good boyfriend I should listen to what you want to tell me now. As a tired boyfriend I would like to wait until tomorrow if that’s okay with you?” Kurt asked, spooning Blaine and kissing the back of his neck softly.

“Whenever you want. I’m in no hurry,” Blaine said and Kurt could hear that he was smiling.

“How about I set the alarm an hour earlier? We can talk before breakfast,” he suggested, voice already heavy with sleep.

“Are you sure? Don’t you need more beauty sleep?”

“I’m sure my boyfriend won’t mind if I spare one hour of my beauty sleep for him and look slightly worse.”

“I bet he won’t. Though it’s impossible for you to look bad – with beauty sleep of without.”

Kurt smiled and reached for his phone. With a few quick taps the time was set. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, love,” Blaine whispered and they both fell asleep easily this time, Kurt holding Blaine as if his life depended on it and Blaine creating possible ways of the conversation in his head.

<~*~>

The alarm went off way too soon for the boys’ liking. They both groaned and Kurt turned the alarm off.

“Urgh, why did we have to wake up so early?” Blaine growled, his face buried in his pillow

Kurt rubbed his eyes, lying on his back. “Your stupid boyfriend had a stupid idea that it would be fun to wake up earlier today and listen to you. He already regrets that.”

“Don’t call my boyfriend stupid – he is the smartest man in the entire universe,” Blaine murmured.

“Lucky him,” Kurt yawned.

“Lucky me,” Blaine said silently and Kurt had to shake his shoulder to keep the boy awake.

Blaine rolled on his back and yawned, making Kurt follow as well. “Stop yawning, it’s contagious, you know.”

“Maybe I like to see your mouth wide open,” Blaine smirked.

“Oh shut up,” Kurt blushed. “So, do you want to start with showing me or telling me that something that you had to hide for so long?”

“Since the trip to Ohio to be precise,” Blaine said and glanced to see if his boyfriend was very angry.

Kurt had a neutral expression and just nodded.

Blaine sighed and sat up. “Those things are involved in the story so I think I will go get them.”

Kurt stretched as Blaine stood up and walked out of the room. He was curious where Blaine was hiding that stuff but he didn’t want to pry. After all, everyone deserves to have a secret place.

After a minute or two Blaine came back with a small box and sat on the bed, crossing his legs. He opened the lid but didn’t take anything out of the box.

“Before I explain you anything, I want to show you our first photo together,” he uttered.

Kurt frowned in confusion. “I’ve seen it.”

Instead of responding Blaine took a piece of paper, that appeared to be a photo, out of the box. It was worn out a bit. “Here.”

Kurt took it tentatively, also sitting up, and looked at it carefully. “It’s you, isn’t it? Your curls haven’t changed. How old are you in this photo?”

“Three years and a half,” Blaine answered, eyes never leaving Kurt’s face.

“Is this baby your little sibling?” Kurt asked softly. He knew that for Blaine family was a sore spot.

Blaine smiled at him and shook his head.

“When who is this?” he asked confused. “Wait… Our first photo together… Our? Are you saying it’s me? With you?”

Blaine nodded. “Burt gave it to me. He asked not to tell you but I think now I’m allowed to share this with you now.”

“But how?” he asked finally looking at Blaine.

“Both of my parents were agents. They worked with your dad and our dads were best friends. Apparently, your dad made my dad ask my mom on their first date,” Blaine laughed trying to imagine the scene, as he had done many times in bed before falling asleep.

“Wow, I can’t believe we had met before…”

“By the way, you were a smelly baby.”

“What? Do you remember this?” Kurt asked tilting his head, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Blaine smiled sadly. “I wish I did. But no. Burt told me that I said you were smelly and I wanted to give you a bath.”

Kurt chuckled. “No wonder you like taking a shower with me.”

“For totally different reasons,” Blaine winked at him seductively.

“Na-ah, don’t even think about that. I want to know more.”

“Do you want to read the letter that my parents wrote to me?” Blaine asked smiling widely.

“I’d love to,” Kurt answered excitedly but quickly added, “but isn’t it too personal?”

Blaine shook his head. “I want to share this with you. Here, read it,” he said, holding the letter so that the other boy could take it.

Kurt smiled sheepishly and took the letter out of the envelope. Blaine was sure that his face expressions had been the same as Kurt’s were now.

“Oh, Blaine, this is so amazing,” Kurt commented once he finished reading.

“You know what my favourite part is?”

“When your mom scolds your dad?” Kurt asked laughing.

Blaine also let a small laugh out. “No. It’s – ‘no matter what – we love you.’ Do you understand what it means?”

“Um, that they love you no matter what?”

“No. I mean, yes. It means that they wouldn’t care if I was straight or gay, they would have loved me… no matter my sexuality, no matter what!” Blaine said and Kurt could swear he had never seen his boyfriend this happy before.

“You say ‘they would have loved me’ while the correct phrase is ‘they love me’,” Kurt smiled softly. “I don’t believe in god but if there is an afterlife, I’m sure that your parents are very proud of you.”

“I love you,” Blaine smiled and kissed the boy, who was still holding the letter. “I’m happy that I can finally share it with you.”

“I’m glad I can be a part of this important piece of your life,” Kurt said and kissed his boyfriend again. “Anything else to tell me?”

“Oh, yes...”

<~*~>

The boys were still talking when Kurt’s phone beeped, announcing about a new text.

Dad: Hey, kiddo, I know you must be very angry but could you meet me at 9.30 in the conference room IV? Just before the Black Squad meeting.

Kurt looked at his phone for a minute, not sure what to say to his dad. Blaine looked at the screen when Kurt showed him the text.

“He wants to explain everything to you. You should give him a chance,” he said stroking the boy’s upper arm.

“Will you come with me?” Kurt asked, no confidence left in him.

“I will walk you there but I’m not going to go in.”

“Why?” Kurt whined even though he knew the reason.

“It’s going to be okay,” Blaine reassured the boy. “Come on, let’s go get a shower.”

Kurt snorted. “I still can’t believe you thought I was smelly.”