Chapter 4

“Aw baby, that kiss was magical for me too. I felt like flying afterward. And when I think about it, I always wondered when you made that deal with Finn. I'm still grateful that he agreed back then though. We would have struggled so much to be alone if it wasn't for Finn.” Blaine laughs and I just grin. “You were a fierce little thing at 16. Well you still are, but it was special at that age. Do you see yourself in the twins now?”

I chuckle, “well, I suppose they are a lot like me. Poor dad. How did he do that on his own until Carole came along?” I snuggle back into Blaine's embrace and shake my head when I think about myself age 16 or 17. “I should call him real fast.”

Blaine hands me my phone and I dial my dad's number.

“Hey kiddo. Everything alright? Something wrong with the kids? Blaine?” Dad asks in a hushed and concerned voice.

“Hey dad. All good, don't worry. I just wanted to say hi.” I tell him and smile when he sighs in relief.

“Well, that's great. Hi,” he chuckles.

“Dad? I just wanted to say thank you for being the most incredible dad a person can ever wish for.” I say quietly and try to will away the already forming tears.

“Kurt? Are you sure you're okay?” My dad asks.

“Yes, I am. I'm just so grateful for you and mom of course and I just wanted to make sure that you know that. I must have been a nightmare as a teenager,” I tell him and I can practically hear him grin.

“Did you finally accept that the twins are just like you were at their age? I've been trying to convince you for years now that they are mini-Kurt's. Did Blaine finally get through to you or was it something else?” My dad asks and I can hear Carole laugh in the background.

I grumble and murmur “we are reading my old diaries right now and I have to admit, I was a pain in the butt as a teenager.”

“Just when you were a teenager? Come on, Kurt. You never quit being... um... let's call it headstrong. Ask Blaine!”

“Dad!” I groan, “I get it, okay? Whatever. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and mom.” Blaine grins and makes a kissy face. “And Blaine sends lots of kisses, it seems.”

“I love you too, kiddo. And kisses back to your husband. I love him too. And the kids. Oh and Carole sends her love too.” Dad says in a hurry.

“Will pass that all along. See you soon!” I end the call and sigh heavily.

“Are you okay, honey?” Blaine strokes my arms and I nod.

“Yes, just kind of tired. And melancholic, I think. Nothing bad, I promise. Did I ever thank you for being the most perfect husband in the whole world?” I say softly and nuzzle my nose against Blaine's in a sweet Eskimo kiss.

“Honey, I'm not perfect, but we're perfect for each other. And I have my flaws too. It's just that we understand each other perfectly and we can give each other the space we need sometimes. We function as a family and as husbands on such a deep level that I can't imagine having that with anyone else. So thank YOU for keeping me for all these years through all we had to face in the past and probably still in the future.” Blaine says and I start crying.

“I love you. You have no idea how much.” I sniff through some sobs, throw myself into his lap and let him hug me tightly.

“I love you too, honey. So so much.” Blaine smiles and kisses my temple. “Do you want to stop for today and go on tomorrow or do you want to continue?”

“What time is it?” I ask Blaine because I don't wear a watch.

“It's barely 9pm. Do you want to go to bed?” Blaine rubs my back and I purr like our cat Charlie.

“Not yet. Let's do some more. The next one is our first date. Let me swoon on paper. Wait. Our first date started kind of weird. My dad scared you like crazy, right?” I chuckle and Blaine groans.

“Yes! Oh my god, how did I forget that? I felt like a 6 year old kid who got caught shoplifting. Come on, let's read.” Blaine sighed and I grinned into the diary.

December 2010

Dear diary.

I'm back from my very first date. It was so so good. I'm still swooning and my lips are tingling. I look well kissed and my dad embarrassed me at the door. Twice. If he will continue that on my next dates we need to have a heart-to-heart. I'm nearly an adult and I have my very first boyfriend. OMG. Blaine had to be terrified before he even had the chance to say hello. Okay, let me start:

I was getting ready for our date and was just finishing with my hair when the doorbell rang. I yelled that I was on my way but dad ignored me and went for the door. Just as I ran down the stairs he pulled the door open and took a good look at Blaine from head to toes. Blaine stood there with big eyes and an outstretched hand which my father shook after a moment. I hurried over and stood next to dad who then told me to wait in the kitchen until he was done with Blaine. I grumbled and shot Blaine an apologizing smile. Blaine only gulped and dad waited until I was out of earshot. But I didn't close the kitchen door fully so I could eavesdrop. Dad asked Blaine a few questions about himself and his parents. Then he asked about his intentions towards me and I nearly ran over to rescue Blaine. But I knew I couldn't. Damn dad, he had to threaten my boyfriend. Blaine stuttered out that he liked me from the minute we met at the playground all those years ago and he couldn't forget me. He promised dad to treat me like a prince and that he would try to make me as happy as I would let him as long as I let him. OMG I still swoon. He's so romantic. My little heart is still beating like crazy. After dad told him that he would send Finn after him if he ever hurt me intentionally or treat me bad he patted him on the shoulder and yelled for me to come to the door. I tried to act as if I didn't hear a word they said but my dad knows me too well. He glared at me, wished us a nice evening and reminded me of my curfew. We couldn't get out fast enough. Blaine led me to his car and opened the passenger door for me. Not that I'm a girl but I enjoyed Blaine's manners and he didn't treat me like a girl either. The car drive was relatively quiet and I apologized for dad's behavior. Blaine was awesome and understood completely. He told me that he's happy that my dad loves me so much and that it's his job to threaten every boy who wants to date me. Well, I don't know about that but I understood what he meant. I love dad and he's looking out for me. I'm just happy that Blaine wasn't so intimidated by him that he blew our date off. Well. We arrived at the cinema and had 2 seats in the back row. Perfect for making out. HA! Okay, we started to watch the movie, ate some popcorn and threw glances at each other while brushing our hands together but not even 30 minutes later we WERE making out. Thank god that nobody was paying us any attention. That could have gone so wrong in lil' old Lima. It was AWESOME. Holy hell Blaine kisses like a pro and I have to admit that at some point I got really hard. Fuck my hormones. I was horny as hell. I guess, Blaine was too because he actively avoided to let me near his lower body in any way. I have to say: I love being kissed on my neck. Oh boy, when Blaine sucked at some spots on my neck I became pliant like a puddle of goo. I may have let out some embarrassing noises. Don't care. It was SO worth it. And I have two brand new hickeys. After we left the cinema Blaine brought me back home and parked a few houses down the road. We kissed some more in the car and when my alarm went off we still shared some slow sweet pecks, grinning like idiots. Did I mention that I love kissing Blaine? He tastes like summer and winter in combination with just pure Blaine. He drove me home and accompanied me to the door. We stood on our porch and I kissed him one last time passionately when dad decided to ruin the moment and opened the door. He said something like 'put him down Anderson'. It was freaking embarrassing. I groaned and Blaine promised to text me in the morning. I watched him drive away and dad ordered me into the living room. Yeah, now it's getting even more embarrassing. Dad is cruel. He saw my hickeys and said we needed THE TALK. I have never been more afraid to talk with dad. After some silent glances at each other and nervous coughing he handed me some pamphlets about gay sex and told me that I matter and I don't have to throw myself at the first gay boy who is interested in me. He said that he likes Blaine and is happy for both of us. The best part was when he said that he wouldn't stand in our way to get intimate when the time would come because he knows that I would find a way to get what I wanted but to be safe all the time and to please not have sex in the car. He knows that it's way more difficult for gay teens than for straight ones (especially here) and he wants us to not get in any danger in public. Okay, when I recall the talk I think he gave me permission to have sex in my room. AWESOME!!! Well we're not THERE yet but I'm so happy that dad understands me and he trusts me so much to not disappoint him in that way. Well, I'll never have sex in my room when he's around – that's for sure. But the possibilities. Oh the possibilities... I guess I will text Blaine now. Let him know what my dad said. Maybe not the whole conversation. This is so exciting. I read the pamphlets already and there wasn't so much news in there. I educated myself already this summer because I was curious so I know the... um... mechanics. I'm not sure what I want for my first time. Topping or bottoming? Hm let's not get there right now, or I'll get horny again. I'd better call Mercedes and Britt now. See ya soon, Kurt

“Oh honey.” Blaine starts to laugh and I slap his thigh.

“Don't even say a word! Be grateful that I let you read all my secret thoughts and my most vulnerable experiences.” I shoot him a playful glare and he hugs me tightly.

“I know that and I really am grateful. It's so wonderful that you chose to write down all those memories and experiences and that I have the honor for you to share that with me. So thank you, darling. I really mean that. And if I had known back then that you basically had the permission from your dad to do all that intimate stuff I would probably have been more forthcoming in that department.” Blaine grins and I giggle at that.

“I was scared like crazy that your dad would find out and throw me out of the house. And now that I think of it – you were always at ease when we were caught making out. Now I know why, you little rogue.” Blaine bops my nose with a finger and I wink at him when he continues.

“I remember those times fondly. Making out in your room with your door wide open and suddenly your dad is in the doorway clearing his throat rather loudly and I wanted to shrink into your mattress from embarrassment. He was always giving me 'the look' and you just grinned. Wow. Now I appreciate your dad more than ever. He was so trusting in us and our decisions at 16. It is a really big step now that we have kids of our own that age. Are we too strict with the twins? Or were we with Tommy?” Blaine ends his monologue and has a thoughtful look on his face.

I grab his chin with my thumb and index-finger to pull his focus back to me. “First of all, dad knew me and my romantic heart. So he trusted me to make the right decisions. Second, he liked you from the beginning and had faith in you, that you would treat me right and wouldn't pressure me into anything I wasn't ready for. Not that he needed to fear that. I was the one who initiated all the intimate stuff in the beginning because I knew that dad was okay with it as long as he didn't have to witness us being intimate. Apart from the making out. I lost count how many times he interrupted us intentionally and joked about it later with mom and Finn. And don't remind me of the times he did catch us having rather loud sex when we thought we were alone. Oh god, that was really mortifying.” I groan and Blaine cackles behind his hand.

“Do you think we were too young for the physical stuff when you think about it now? As yourself and as a parent?” Blaine asks me curiously.

I think about it for a minute and say “no. I think we were ready for the steps we made together emotionally and physically. We didn't have sex for a couple of months into our relationship. We were friends before and we knew we loved each other.” Blaine hums in confirmation.

“I know we were both barely 17 when we started to fool around and have sex. When I see ourselves I'd say we weren't rushing into it. I know our teenage hormones were a part of the quicker process but we were mature about it. When I speak as a parent I'm happy that the twins aren't ready for that yet and both have only had their first boyfriends for a couple of weeks. I'm sure they would talk to us or at least Britt, Santana or Rachel if they were doing anything more than making out with their dates. Britt and Santana talked to them about the pill and took them to the gynecologist appointments and we had the 'stay-safe-and-don't-throw-yourself-around-talk'. I guess we're prepared now. And the girls are too. And Tommy has had a steady boyfriend for 2 years. Patrick is awesome and they seem to be really happy. And before college he had Jon. His first love. Oh god they sneaked out all the time to have 'alone-time'. I think there are entries in my last diary about our son who thought we were clueless. Well let's get there when we get there. Let's just say, I'm positive that the twins won't get pregnant anytime soon and our son won't get anyone pregnant either. Their all smart and they know about health risks.” I try not to think too hard about what awaits us in the near future and smile at my husband.

“You're right, honey. I think we're doing a good job with our kids and I'm so happy that we have Britt, Santana and Rachel in addition for all the girl stuff. I mean I would have gone bra-shopping or to the gynecologist with the twins but I'm thankful that they wanted to go with Britt and San instead. What do you say? Do you want to go on?” Blaine gets comfortable against the armrest and pulls me between his spread legs to let me rest my head against his chest and wraps his arms around my middle.

I crane my neck to give him a peck on the lips and scroll through the diary for the next worthy entry.

February 2011

Dear diary.

Today is Valentine's day (well technically it's the morning after Valentine's day) and Blaine and I had the most romantic date. If you could see me now. Still wandering on cloud 9 and watching my boyfriend sleep next to me. YES!!!! NO! Not that! We didn't have full sex. Actually I'm drawing him right now. He's naked and lying on his stomach, sheets low on his hips... he looks stunning, relaxed and delicious... Okay maybe I should start with our actual date.

Blaine picked me up at home and we drove to a restaurant in Columbus. I KNOW RIGHT? WOW! I was totally shocked what he had planned for us. The food was delicious and the table was covered in rose pedals and glittery hearts. So romantic... <3

We shared the dessert and threw flirty looks at each other and after finishing our food we walked towards Blaine's car with our hands entwined. I thanked Blaine for the special dinner and we kissed for a while in the car. After a bit Blaine drove us home to my place and because Finn and Rachel were on a date too and even dad and Carole had a romantic getaway for a night, we went straight to my room when we arrived. We didn't need many words to agree to go a little further in our physical relationship today. I mean the kissing and making out and frottage was awesome and we tried it full clothed and with only boxers already but I was so desperate to really touch him... there. And after peeling each other out of our clothes until we were only in our boxers we settled down on my bed and dimmed the lights in my room. With light music in the background and thundering hearts we started to kiss slowly but passionately. Roaming hands over naked chests, arms and backs we grew more desperate and our kisses became deeper and sloppier. We both panted hard when I pulled back and I let my hand wander to Blaine's waistband of his boxer briefs and when Blaine gave me a nod I pulled them down until he could kick them off. Then he did the same to me and there we were. Lying on my bed. Totally naked. I nearly freaked out because we saw each other fully naked for the first time. Blaine's cock is beautiful. Oh god, did I really write that? Well it is. It's gorgeous like himself. And Blaine stared at mine too. I bet I blushed dark crimson under his gaze but he didn't give me the chance to get uncomfortable. He moaned in the back of his throat and asked me if he could touch me. Hello??? Of course I said yes. That was the plan all along. My dick got painfully hard at that moment and when Blaine touched it with just a fingertip I nearly came on the spot. Oh hell, that would have been distressing but when he took a firm grip of my cock and gave it a testing stroke I lost all shame or fear I may have had and grabbed for Blaine's cock too. We laid on our sides and brought each other to orgasm. I came so hard that I never had before. I'm still not sure if I blacked out for a couple of seconds. Wow. WOW. WOOOOOOW. We kissed for the longest time and cleaned up in the bathroom. I'm still surprised that it didn't feel weird or awkward afterward or when we got back into my bed to cuddle. It was wonderful. Absolutely fantastic. I want to do it again. Not right now, obviously. Blaine is sleeping. And Finn will be back in half an hour. I'm not sure if I should let Blaine sleep here or if I need to wake him to send him home. That feels kind of cruel but we didn't talk about his curfew. Ah fuck, I think I need to wake him up. Don't want him to get grounded or something. My drawing is done too. I think I'm talented in sketching. Looks rather good if I say so myself. Maybe I should think about a job in fashion instead of Broadway. Hm. Will think about it further. Tomorrow. Need to kiss my boyfriend awake. See ya, Kurt