Chapter 11

Kurt eventually got up and dressed, and was flipping through a fairy book when Blaine returned with cookies. He pounced on Blaine, grabbing the cookies, and taking a large bite of one.

"So good," he moaned. "This is what I want forever - you, sex, and cookies."

Blaine laughed. "Cooper called and he's got an ID and social security number for you. Before we go to LA, will you marry me?"

Kurt spit the piece of cookie he'd been chewing into his hand so he wouldn't choke and tossed it in the trash can. "You mean human married, as in we have rings?"

"Yeah, I know you consider us married and I'm in this," he gestured between the two of them, "for forever. I see the way you look at my bracelet sometimes, like you aren't sure if you're happy or sad I have it on."

Kurt inwardly cringed. He thought he'd done a good job of hiding his annoyance that Blaine kept saying that he was too young.

"Yes," Kurt said, "Of course." He threw himself at Blaine, knocking him onto his back.

"I though you were hungry," Blaine said, a teasing tone to his voice.

"I love you more than cookies. But that won't stop me from eating them after I let you fuck me."

XOXOXOXOXOXO

It took Kurt two days to get up the nerve to go down to the cafeteria. Not being able wear a hat with the Dalton uniform had made it tricky to hide his ears. He'd eventually decided to cast a glamour that made his ears look rounded like a human's. With practice, he could easily maintain the illusion for an hour before it started to fade.

Boredom more than hunger finally made the decision. Fitting into Blaine's uniform was easy with a slight magical tweak. Kurt looked in the mirror, twisting this way and that, verifying that his wings were hidden and that he looked enough like a human to pass. He should have thought of this sooner. Depression over leaving his dad must have thrown him off.

Kurt grabbed a few of the green papers Blaine called money and with a deep breath, he left the room. No one paid attention to him as he walked down the stairs and into the hall. Kurt took the opportunity to look around and really see the school. Everything was exquisitely beautiful.

He wanted to giggle at how simple this was. Kurt tried to be discrete while listening to the students around him laughing and talking together. The faint smell of food lead him to the cafeteria where a quick scan of the room confirmed that Blaine wasn't inside. He lined up behind several boys in the area where food was spread out behind glass and he saw cookies way down at the end.

Waiting patiently, the line slowly edged forward. When it was his turn, he held up one of the green papers and asked how many cookies he could get with it. The guy gave him a strange look. "Ten," he said. "Do you want ten cookies?"

Yes, Kurt thought, except ten cookies would be difficult to hide from Blaine. "I'll take two and a mocha, please."

"Sure thing." The guy went over to a machine, twisted some levers, and handed him a cup and a bag. Kurt gave him the paper and the guy set some different papers down on the counter. He wanted to ask why, because the papers looked the same to him. Instead he bit back the question and shoved the papers into the pocket of the blazer, trying to decide if he should sit in here to eat or head back to the dorm. Explaining why he had a cookie bag and cup would be tricky, so eating down here was probably safer.

It was interesting to listen to the other boys, even if he didn't understand a lot of it. He must have paused for too long because someone bumped into him, sloshing coffee onto his sleeve.

"Excuse me," said a voice that sounded horribly familiar. Glancing up, Kurt fought the urge to shrink and flee. "Hello gorgeous. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being introduced. I'm Sebastian and you are..."

"Nobody," Kurt squeaked. He had to get out of there.

"I doubt that. This bashful schoolboy thing you've got going on, super hot but it isn't necessary." Sebastian guided him towards an empty table and Kurt sat down with a huff.

His mind went blank. Kurt opened his mouth and nothing came out. Wishing he had listened to Blaine and stayed in the dorm room wasn't going to fix this.

"I need to go back to the dorm-" Kurt started, but he was cut off by Sebastian.

"Nice try. You aren't supposed to have food in the rooms. Besides," Sebastian grabbed his hand and twisted Kurt's wrist up, "you have coffee on your sleeve." He took a napkin, wiping at the spot while smirking. "We wouldn't want it to stain."

"It's fine," Kurt said. Pulling on his arm didn't convince Sebastian to let go.

"So beautiful, what's your name?" Sebastian continued to clean the spilled coffee.

"Kurt." Why couldn't he be rude and leave?

"What grade are you in? I'm sure I would have noticed you if you were in any of my classes."

"Uh...grade?" Anything he said to Sebastian would be the wrong thing. If he could just get safely to Blaine's room, he would never leave again.

"You're not a freshman, are you?" Sebastian asked. The tone of his voice made it sound like a bad thing.

"Um-I-"

"Wait a minute." Sebastian sucked in a breath. "You wouldn't be dating Blaine Anderson by any chance?"

The blood drained from Kurt's face and he felt his magic rush out in panic. The cup fell over, spilling coffee across the table and onto Sebastian's lap. Sebastian's chair tilted backwards and hovered for a moment before righting itself, the front two legs landing on the floor with a thump.

Kurt got a quick glance at Sebastian's wide eyes, grabbed the cookies, and bolted, walking as fast as he could without running.

A crowd of students rushed down the stair case as Kurt tried to go up. He clung to his magic, forcing it to stay inside instead of letting it shove students out of the way.

"Kurt?!"

Looking up, Kurt saw Blaine one step above him, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"I messed up," Kurt whimpered.

"We'll fix it." He pulled Kurt into a hug. "What ever it is."

"Blaine said he just started seeing someone," Sebastian said as he stepped up beside them. "Nice hickies, by the way." He nudged Kurt.

"Thank you?" Maybe humans really were more open about discussing sex. Cooper hadn't seemed bothered by them having sex as long as they stayed off of his bed.

"Let me guess," Sebastian said, "you two never fuck, you make love and it's all romantic with candles and rose petals. I bet you don't even watch porn together."

"What's porn?" Kurt asked. Had he been doing sex all wrong? Blaine never said anything about candles. And what would you do with the petals? Kurt used them to make his home smell nice, but Blaine already smelt fantastic.

Sebastian laughed. "You have the innocent thing down to a T. What's porn?" he said, trying to mimic Kurt's voice. "I bet you're lots of fun in bed." The tone was sarcastic.

"Blaine hasn't complained," Kurt said, certain that nothing short of a punch in the face would make the annoying boy back off.

"He doesn't know any better. If he spends the night with me, he'll definitely complain the next time he hooks up with you."

Blaine glared at Sebastian. "Would you stop talking about me like I'm not here?" He turned to Kurt, "What are you doing here?"

Kurt tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace and he held up the bag of cookies. "I was bored and I wanted a cookie and some coffee? So I...went to the cafeteria. Sebastian bumped into me." In a voice barley above a whisper, he added, "I haven't punched him in the face, yet."

Blaine placed his hands on both sides of Kurt's face an pulled him into a kiss. "Why didn't you tell me you were bored? I could have figured something out."

"You've been studying so hard and you keep saying it's only for a few more weeks. Those books are infuriating. I keep telling myself to be good and stay put but I needed to get out of there."

"Oh, sweetie," Blaine murmured. "We'll fix this, but you've got to stop sneaking into places. And you look really hot in my uniform."

"Ah-hem." Sebastian cleared his throat, snapping the two boys out of their own little world. "He snuck in? To Dalton," Sebastian said, incredulous. "Damn, Anderson, you have my respect. Even I don't have the balls to do that."

"Kurt isn't some random fuck, you moron. He's my fiancé."

"Oh my god," Sebastian said. "Please tell me you didn't knock him up."

"What does that even mean," Kurt asked. If he was going to be insulted, he wandered to understand so he could respond properly.

"He's implying you're pregnant and that's the only reason I would want to marry you."

They hadn't done any fertility spells, but they hadn't done any prevention ones either. Male fairies couldn't have babies, could human boys? The thought had never crossed his mind. Did humans get pregnant from mating the same way fairies did? "You don't think you could be pregnant, do you?" Kurt asked Blaine.

A tall blond boy going by clapped Blaine on the shoulder and said, "You're going to be late for practice. And do we need to have have a talk about safe sex? You know you need to use a condom every time you make sweet sweet love or have dirty filthy sex."

"Condom?"Kurt mumbled. What would make sex dangerous or dirty? Things got messy when they came all over each other, especially that first time when Blaine was big and Kurt was small. He'd gotten covered in come. Even before the bath, he hadn't felt *dirty.* Why hadn't Blaine told him any of this?

He should find out what condom is, first of all. If it was something Blaine wanted or expected, he would learn how to do it.

Sebastian's smirky expression fell from his face, replaced by concern. He stared intently at Kurt. "Please tell me you're joking, because I'm beginning to think you aren't messing with me."

"He's not from around here," Blaine said. "He doesn't-"

"I don't care if he's from Timbuktu, if you two are sleeping together he should know what safe sex is. I know you think I'm a slut, but I always wrap my junk and I always make sure any guy I'm with does, too. I know a twenty year old with HIV because he trusted his boyfriend who didn't bother to tell him he wasn't using condoms with any of the other guys he was fucking." He turned to Kurt, "Please tell me you use condoms."

"Yes," Kurt lied. "Condoms and porn all the time. Lots of both. We're completely safe." He hoped.

"What kind of porn? Normal stuff like rimming and blow jobs or freaking shit like sex with centaurs?"

"Don't answer that, Kurt," Blaine said quickly. "Thanks for your concern, but it's none of your damn business what Kurt and I do or don't do. We're safe. We're happy. And we don't want to involve you in it."

Sebastian held up his hands. "Fine, whatever. I did my good deed for the day." He stalked off.

The tall boy held his hand out to Kurt. "Hi, I'm Jeff."

Kurt stretched his hand out and Jeff shook it. "Kurt."

"Nice to meet you. Do you want to come see the rehearsal," Jeff asked.

A quick glance at Blaine, who nodded, and Kurt said, "I'd love to."

"Did I overhear that you two are engaged?"

"Yes," Blaine said.

Warmth blossomed inside Kurt. They were getting married and Blaine hadn't blushed or stammered when he told his friend.

"Who proposed and how did they ask?" Jeff said.

"Blaine brought me cookies after sex and asked me to marry him." Kurt leaned into his fiancé.

Jeff laughed. "Blaine always said he was bad at romance. The Warblers are going to love this."