Chapter 7

Blaine had the best ideas ever. They spent the next two days in bed having sex, reading books, and watching movies on Blaine's laptop. Kurt adored laying naked on Blaine's chest, their legs tangled together, listening to stories about fairies and magic. Blaine's parents were absent during the day and Cooper made himself scarce not wanting to "hear his little brother getting it on." Kurt shrank at night, sleeping in the round box bed on Blaine's night stand.

They watched Peter Pan and a few of the Tinkerbell movies, but it was The Wizard of OZ that captivated Kurt's imagination, even if he buried his face in Blaine's neck during the scary parts. He had slowly gotten braver the second time and only covered his eyes while peeking through his fingers when Dorothy threw the water. Kurt began singing along during their third viewing and Blaine had promptly paused the movie and begged Kurt to sing as many songs as he knew.

Blaine still called Kurt sweetie and Kurt didn't tell him what he'd thought it meant. He knew Blaine didn't feel ready to be married, but he still couldn't help thinking of Blaine as his husband. They agreed to live together and they mated often enough. Kurt reminded himself that humans were different and if Blaine didn't want to call them "married" despite the fact that they were acting like it and still wore the marriage bracelets, he could live with the way things were.

Cooper surprise for Blaine turned out to be tickets for Wicked in Chicago the Thursday before spring break ended. He'd originally intended for the two of them to see it together as a birthday/please don't tell dad to fuck off just because you're an adult now present. But Cooper wanted Blaine take Kurt and he would slip off to a club and let them enjoy. Kurt didn't understand any of it except they were going to see Glinda and the wizard.

Kurt vibrated with excitement as the three of them pulled out of the garage. He'd had to shrink down and hide in the bottom of Blaine's bag, sitting on the round box bed waiting impatiently to get far enough away from the house to go back to human size. They stopped in a mostly deserted parking lot several miles away to let Kurt grow and get dressed. Blaine climbed in the back seat to help him with the pants and so they could cuddle on the five hour drive. They stopped to eat on the way, Cooper laughing at the sheer volume of sugary food Kurt managed to eat at one time.

When they got into the hotel room, Kurt looked back and forth between the two beds, unsure what happened next. "Where should I sleep?" asked Kurt, wondering if he should get out the box bed and set it up on the table.

"This is my bed," said Cooper tossing his bag on it. "That one's for the two of you." Cooper pointed at the second bed and shook his finger several times. "You guys have sex on your bed before I get back. The show ends about nine thirty or ten. I'll be out until after midnight and I will love you forever if you can both put some pants on when you're done."

Blaine stammered, "Th-thanks," turning red.

"We have dinner reservations at five thirty," said Cooper. "I'm taking a nap." He flopped down on his bed, not bothering to get under the covers.

"We should go," whispered Blaine, "otherwise he'll get pissy and start yelling."

Twenty minutes and a short walk later found the two boys at one of Blaine's favorite bookstores. Kurt had thought that Blaine's family had a lot of books, but he had no idea so many existed, let alone in one place. He trailed his fingers along several of the spines as they wandered around. "Will you teach me to read," asked Kurt. He had so much to learn.

"Of course." Blaine bit his lip and squinched up his noes. "But, uh...can't you," his voice dropped to the barest whisper, "use magic?"

Kurt paused for a moment. "No. I'm not sure how I magicked myself into speaking human, I just wanted it so bad. Making things bigger or smaller is easy. I wouldn't even know where to start with the reading." He didn't want to add that he had already tried a few times and it hadn't worked. Kurt wasn't sure if reading was too different from speaking, or he hadn't figured it out yet, but no matter how hard he wished and concentrated, he couldn't make sense of the words in books.

"Let's try over here," said Blaine, leading Kurt to the back of the store. "These are the learn to read books. They're aimed at kids, but I think it's the best way to start."

"Tinkerbell," exclaimed Kurt, picking up three and trying to compare them. "I like this one best." He held up the one with Tinkerbell in a long glamorous dress made of colorful flowers.

"We're going to get these, too," said Blaine. He picked up a few others. "These don't have fairies, but they're workbooks, so you can practice writing as well."

Kurt tried to hide his wince. He would have to learn to write, too.

"Let's get some fun books," said Blaine. "I bet they have a great selection of fairy books."

When they left, Kurt was the proud owner of three Tinkerbell books, Peter and the Starcatchers, Fairie-ality, Faerie-ality Style, and Fairy Tale Castle. The last was all about Colleen Moore's fairy tale dollhouse at the Chicago Museum of Science and Technology, which they were going to see tomorrow.

They got back to the hotel room to find Cooper gone and a note that read, "Be ready at 4:30." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt an instant later.

"Take a shower with me," Blaine said, kissing Kurt up and down his neck.

"Okay," whispered Kurt. The shower was tiny compared to the one at Blaine's house, but they both squeezed in. Blaine quickly soaped them up and then rubbed up against Kurt, slotting their hips together.

"You're so hot," moaned Blaine, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck and thrusting against him. "Love you so fucking much."

Everything was warm and wet and perfect. It was only a few moments before Kurt stiffened in Blaine's arms, whimpering in a high pitched voice as he came, spurting sticky streaks against Blaine's hip. "Love you," whispered Kurt.

"Kurt," cried Blaine as he shuddered in his arms. They stood under the hot spray of water, panting for a few moments. When the water started to get chilly, they rinsed off and finished up.

They were dressed and ready to go by the time Cooper wandered back into the room. He glanced between them and said, "You stayed off of my bed, right?"

"Yeah, Coop," said Blaine. "Your bed is safe."

"Let's go munchkins."

Twenty minuets later, they arrived at Green Planet. "Is this a vegan restaurant?" asked Blaine as they piled out of a cab. "You hate vegan food."

Cooper rolled his eyes. "I originally planned to take you for traditional Chicago style pizza, but you said Kurt here doesn't like cheese and isn't a fan of meat so..."

Blaine hugged Cooper. "Thank you."

"Happy Birthday, squirt. And they have cake since I know sugar freak is gonna want dessert." Cooper fiddled with the edge of his sleeve. "I would like it if we can have breakfast tomorrow, just us, so we can talk. It's important."

"Sure," said Blaine. "I appreciate you being cool about everything."

"Only you would fall in love with a mythical creature."

Kurt smiled at the two brothers. He was glad Blaine had someone supportive in his life.

"Enough mushy stuff, lets eat."

Kurt couldn't read any of words on the menu. Even if he could, he didn't understand what most of the foods were, so Blaine ordered two entrees and they shared. The cake was fabulous and the waitress even brought it out with a candle on top which seemed odd and dangerous, but it made Blaine happy.

After the meal, Cooper walked them over to the theater with strict instructions to go back to the hotel after the show. He double checked that they had their tickets, enough cash for a cab, and a phone. Cooper hugged them both and took off for the nearby dance club he'd heard about from a friend.

Blaine and Kurt held hands while they waited to get into the building. Kurt's enthusiasm was infectious and they gleefully examined the posters on the walls during the slow shuffle forward. Blaine bought them a souvenir program, the soundtrack, a copy of the Wicked Grimmerie, and a tee shirt for Kurt that said, "everyone deserves the chance to fly," with the silhouette of Elphaba in the background.

Cooper had gotten great seats, first row in the mezzanine. Kurt didn't like being so high up with his wings hidden under Blaine's clothes and he sat back in his seat staying as far from the railing as possible.

Blaine flipped through the play bill, reading the interesting bits about the musical and actors to Kurt. It wasn't the original Broadway cast, but the Chicago show had gotten excellent reviews. The lights flickered and Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'll hold your hand if you get scared, but try not to close your eyes. You might miss something."

Kurt nodded. Blaine loved him. No matter what else happened, Kurt knew that for absolute certain. Kurt sat transfixed, staring at the stage, transported to the magical land of Oz. When the first act ended, Kurt blinked owlishly at the lights while most of the people around them stood up and scooted into the aisles. Kurt turned to Blaine. "That was amazing. Even better than the Wizard of Oz."

"We still have another act." Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt's cheek. "I would have had fun with Cooper, but I'm glad I got to come here with you."

"I'm glad, too."

The second act was just as wonderful and tears leaked out of Kurt's eyes at the end. The two times Kurt had gone to cover his eyes, Blaine had gently grabbed his hands and whispered comforting words in his ears.

They cheered loudly, standing up with the rest of the audience as the cast came out for their bows.

"Oh, that was wonderful," breathed Kurt.

Blaine pulled him into a hug. "Yeah, it was."

They left the theater hand in hand, stopping for ice cream while they waited for the crowd to thin so they could get a cab. Kurt wanted to look at the Grimmerie when they got back to the hotel room, but Blaine convinced him to get in bed and cuddle.

Kurt and Blaine lay in bed, legs tangled together, kissing lazily. "We should probably go to sleep," said Blaine as things started to get a little heated. "Coop's gonna be unhappy if he gets back and we're having sex."

"Fine," pouted Kurt. He snuggled down, pillowing his head on Blaine's shoulder and drifting off to sleep.

Kurt blinked slowly a few times when the door opened and light from the hallway splashed across the bed. He was stuck in the in between state, where he was aware that Cooper had returned, but not awake enough to open his eyes for more than a moment.

He heard Cooper sit down on the other bed. "You deserve to be happy, squirt. I'm glad he came back."

Kurt woke the next morning, rested and happy. He tried to extract himself from Blaine's embrace, but Blaine gripped him tighter. Cooper snorted softly from where he sat on the other bed, dressed for the day, and putting on his shoes. "Blaine is an snuggler," whispered Cooper. "When he was little, he would get a death grip on his stuffed animals. Good luck with that. I'm going to get some breakfast. Back in a half an hour." Cooper left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Kurt really should get up or do something about Blaine's erection, which was digging into his hip. He pulled the covers back so he had room to work and carefully slid Blaine's pajama pants down to expose his cock. Blaine scooted closer and began thrusting against Kurt. That would work, though Kurt, but it wasn't what he wanted.

Shrinking in size slowly, Kurt finally wiggled out of Blaine's arms. Kurt grew and gently pushed on Blaine's shoulder until he rested on his back. He had really liked it when Blaine had put his mouth on him. And, he reasoned, it hadn't taken very long for him to come. Kurt bit his lower lip. He could be quick.

Kurt leaned over and tentatively licked at the tip of Blaine's dick. Blaine squirmed and moaned in his sleep. He licked again and again and finally decided to just go for it. Kurt wasn't sure how much he could fit his mouth, so he closed his lips around the top part, wrapping a hand around the bottom.

He sucked a few times, getting used to the taste and the texture. Slowing moving down to take more of Blaine in his mouth, Kurt loved the little whimpers Blaine made as he began sucking harder.

Blaine's eyes flew open and he jerked awake, startling Kurt. He pulled off long enough to say, "Hold still or I can't do this."

Nodding his head frantically, Blaine whimpered, his muscles tensing under Kurt's fingers. Kurt gripped Blaine's hips, holding him in place. He bobbed his head a few times, careful not to get too much in his mouth. Kurt leaned back, just keeping the head in his mouth. Blaine's eyes were squeezed shut, his entire body rigid. Kurt worried for a moment that he was hurting Blaine, but when he realized Blaine was chanting, "So fucking good," over and over under his breath, he smiled around Blaine's dick and kept sucking.

Blaine wailed, arching his back, and he twitched in Kurt's mouth, flooding his tongue with bitter come. Kurt eyes went wide and he coughed even as he tried to keep swallowing. Blaine had make it look so effortless. Kurt pulled off slowly and sat back on his heels.

"Oh my god, sweetie," Blaine moaned. "That is the best way ever to wake up."

Kurt wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and slid up Blaine to kiss him good morning. "We should get dressed. Your brother went for breakfast and he'll be back soon."

There was a knock at the door and they heard Cooper yell though it. "You two better not be naked."

Blaine grimaced. "Fuck!" he whispered. They scrambled off the bed and ran for the bathroom, closing and locking the door as they heard Cooper enter the hotel room.