Hey you lovely ones. Here's chapter two of Forbidden Love. And no; Kurt's father in this fan fic isn't Burt. Burt would never want Kurt to do anything he didn't want to. Okay? Don't worry. Send me a message if there are any mistakes in the text, will you? Thank you. Enjoy, okay?

"Grandma, what's that?"
Kurt asked curiously as he pointed at the old-fashioned photography. The animal was pure black, its chevelure the same color as its skin. A long tail almost touched the ground and its feet looked different, nothing like a dogs. Grandma looked closer, her eyes narrowing; her sight wasn't what it'd used to be.
"That, my dear, is a horse. They haven't lived here for many years."
"But it is so beautiful. I wish I could meet one."
"Maybe you will, my dear. You never know what time will bring. What a happy woman I would be if you one day could experience just a bit of the beauty of the Ancient World."
"But how...?" Kurt grabbed his grandma's hand.
"Find the Rumored Land and you will know what your old grandma is talking about. Oh the beauty and freedom, Kurt." And ever since then, he'd longed for that place. With horses, beauty and freedom.

Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.

He couldn't focus or concentrate on anything but him. The shape of his cherry lips, those lashes almost touching his cheeks when looking down and that enchanting smell of his flawless skin. The night after the lunch, he dreamed about Blaine. Blaine's hands on Kurt's body, traveling, exploring, caressing. His lips everywhere, kissing every inch of his naked skin. He woke up next morning, panting, and with an embarrassing hard on; knowing he'd had to deal with 'that' before going to school.

Not even in school could he gather his mind. His friends noticed a difference.
"Hey, what's up? You're all starry eyed, man." Puck pointed out. Kurt rolled his eyes as he tried to ignore the comment from his lifelong friend. Puck was getting married too, a couple of days after Kurt's wedding, and he didn't try to cover the fact that he hated it. Puck enjoyed his freedom and Kurt doubted that marriage was the way for Puck – not right now at least.

"I'm fine, Puck. God, I'm hungry though," Trying to push the subject away was definitely the smartest thing to do. It was bugging Kurt too much, this shouldn't be happening. Not now, not ever. His future was planned and settled and that's how he liked it; everything to be clear, unquestionable and bright.
"Kurt. I know you, man. What's going on?"
"Oh, spaghetti!" Kurt ignored Puck as he watched the spaghetti being tipped onto his plate, a forced smile twisting on his face.
"Okay okay, I'll leave it – but if you get any pussy, you gotta tell me, dude. I want details." Puck's smile widened as Kurt took a swipe at him.

The clock said 06:50 when Kurt reached the bakery on the street.Blainey dayswas written with italic letters on a cute– but professionally– looking marine blue sign and placed behind the show windows, there was at least ten different kinds of cakes, breads and pies. And he had to admit; it was so tempting to buy just a small cake, even though it wouldn't help his diet ("You need to gain weight, Kurt, not lose it," his dad always told him)

He was so nervous that gathering his mind seemed to be more trouble than expected. He'd spent at least an hour looking for some fitting clothes but at last he'd decided to go with something casual, so just a pair of ripped skin-tight jeans and a black/white striped sweater and a red scarf hugging loosely around neck.

Chill, Kurt.
He told himself as he inhaled deeply. He was too early and must've looked like a mess; at any rate, he felt like one. What was he even doing here? For a second he considered spinning around and hurrying home to his apartment but then he heard the chiming of the doorbell as the door opened behind him.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, went through his head.
"You've been standing there for two minutes." Blaine noted.
Kurt was too embarrassed to turn around and look Blaine into the eyes. He shouldn't have met up, he should've stayed at home and watched musicals all by himself, but that would've made him a chicken. This meant nothing anything but friendliness, right? Nothing but some chill-time with his soon-to-be brother-in-law.

So he swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned around on his heel, a tense smile drawn upon his face.
"Yeah sorry," was all he managed to get out without choking on his own words.

Wow. Blaine was simply stunning. His hair wasn't covered in gel like the day before; his curls were loose, caressing his forehead, framing the perfect statuette of his face. Oh those eyes, he thought he might faint just by looking into them. So many nuances of green, mixed with a little orange and brown, reminding him of how he played on their lawn as a little boy, no troubles, no worries, just him, his plastic-animals and ice cream. He could so easily get lost in those hours for an unspecified amount of hours, counting the colors, guessing what was going through his mind that very second. Blaine wore a white apron – which Kurt guessed was a necessity when baking – and a simple grey shirt.
"So... Are you coming in?" Blaine's smiled kindly.
– "Oh yeah, of course!" Kurt burst out as he clapped his hands together and rushed into the shop. The sweetest smell of freshly baked bread hit his nose, nearly making him drool on the spot. Somewhere a radio was playing pop music, everything was placed thoughtfully and it just buzzed with good atmosphere.
Blaine closed the door behind them and then he realized; they were alone. Just Blaine, him and the sweet pop-music in the background.
His stomach twisted into a knot.
Bakeries were rare these days; most of them closed off because people simply couldn't afford the luxury. The government swiped most of the people's money just so they could get even richer and more powerful. Kurt hated it. His parents fell for the government's reasons and excuses to take their money, but Kurt just couldn't see any truth in those lies. But because of their power, people were too scared to fight back.
Truth to be told, there was a resistance movement but they were very cautious and almost never fought back. What they did was maybe a demonstration once in awhile, but the government couldn't care less about some yelling people; they just shut it out and let the police take care of them.
"Why did you ask me to come?"
Blaine's lips crinkled upwards in a rather awkward smile. "Well, the poor excuse or the truth?"
"I always go with the truth." Kurt replied as his eyes followed Blaine's every movement when he jumped up on the counter, one of his fingers tracing lightly across the bright-colored wood as in a subtle gesture.
"I wanted to see you again." Blaine admitted. Kurt blinked several times before the words hit him and sent his heart flying to his throat, throbbing incessant. He almost couldn't believe his own ears; did this gorgeous man want to actually see him? But it was wrong, right? So why did he feel so insanely cheerful because of the confession?
"But why?"
"I don't know. There's just something about you, something extremely hot and attractive."
Kurt's cheeks flushed into a rose red color as he fidgeted with the hem of his sweater, lost for words. What was there to say? I think you're pretty hot too, let's have sex? No, that probably wouldn't be the right thing to say, though it sounded beyond tempting.
The tension was building between them. Kurt could see the desirable spark in Blaine's eyes.
"I should probably –" But before Kurt could finish off, Blaine had thrown himself off of the counter and pulled the younger close, his lips sealing off another word.
His lips, oh god. They were so perfectly soft, similar to the sweetness of strawberries. He knew he should push him away, forget all about this and go on with the life he'd planned. But just for once, he listened to his heart and not his brain as he shut his eyes closed and surrendered to the kiss.
Their lips were like molded for each other; it's like those yin and yang-necklaces, shot through Kurt's mind. Blaine's hands traced along Kurt's spine, making him quiver with sheer excitement with the blood pulsing through his body at the speed of light.
It wasn't hot in the beginning; it was tentatively, exploring each other's lips with such carefulness, fearing that the other might break. But eventually gentleness turned to craving, a strong craving for more. Kurt's hands found their way to the nape of Blaine's neck, snaking into the soft curls which made a quiet moan escape Blaine's throat.
It was crazy, it was so arousing that Kurt felt his knees wobble under him for a second. The masculine scent of Blaine's skin, the brush of the curls on his jaw, the nails digging impatiently into his back, it was almost too much to handle. Every place Blaine touched, he left burning, aching.
But its Rachel's brother.
Kurt pulled away in slow motion, his lips slightly parted from the kiss. His sight was blurry when he opened his eyes and looked right into those beautiful hazel eyes. His heart stopped for a moment.
"Jesus Christ, why..." Kurt exhaled, still short of breath.
"Why not?" Blaine was clearly confused.
"I'm marrying your fucking sister, Blaine!" The words came out with so much more power and harshness than intended and it seemed to surprise Blaine to a great extent. So many emotions were rushing through Kurt, spreading in him like a disease, scattering him into tiny little pieces.
"Kurt, don't you get it? I don't care. I'm married, too–"
"You are what? Will you please repeat that?" Kurt cut in, his tone high pitched and brows raised with disbelief. He was clearly freaking out, his pupils dilated and his hands clenched into fists.
"I'm married?"
"Oh fuck you, Blaine." And just like that, Kurt stormed out the door, leaving with nothing but the resounding of the bell. He was so totally done with that. He was going to marry Rachel soon; Blaine was married, too, but with that fact still remaining, Kurt has fallen for Blaine – knowing nothing about him at all – and there was nothing he could do to prevent his heart from breaking.
He didn't even notice – or refused to notice – that Blaine followed him half the way home, teary-eyed and reaching for Kurt, begging for him to come back and talk it through.

Three days after his escape from Blaine the preparations for the wedding began to get in the way of his life.
"What kind of suit do you want to wear, Kurt?"
"Tie or bow tie?"
"And what about the dessert?"
It was driving him crazy but he knew he had to deal with it for his parents' happiness. They were invading his apartment, throwing wedding-magazines everywhere and the 'oh how I can't wait'-remarks drove him crazy.
Two months to his eighteen-year old birthday, thus two months to the wedding. That's the tradition; that the couple gets married on the husband-to-be's birthday.
He decided to toss the thoughts away and focus on his schoolwork and job, but he still dreamt – and daydreamed – about Blaine, found himself wondering what Blaine might be doing right now. Maybe baking those cute little cupcakes with blue icing, or taking a hot shower, washing that godlike body or touching his wife, kissing her –
Jealousy shot through him like lightning from a clear sky, knocking the breath out of him. This really couldn't be happening; after seeing Blaine twice, he'd already fallen head over heels. He never believed in love at first sight, not until that day, where he'd opened the door and the first thing he'd seen was those eyes, those cinnamon puppy-eyes who'd stared right into him, touched the very depths of his lonely soul.
"Kurt?" He heard the familiar voice and came back to reality.
"Yea, mom?" He just wanted them to go home right now but they'd decided to stay for a couple of days. There wasn't really room for that in his apartment though.
"Well, we're having dinner tonight at the Berry's house." She said, smiling. But it was like a rock had been thrown right into Kurt's face and for a second his vision went blank. This truly couldn't be happening. Dinner with Rachel, he already knew what that meant; wedding-talk, and before he was going to lose it, he asked;
"Is Blaine going to be there?"
"I guess so? Is that a problem?"
Kurt didn't even know what to say. He just shrugged and prepared mentally for the evening where he had to face Blaine again.

So the evening arrived and his mom rushed Kurt into the car and they drove off. He was dressed up nicely – not in tux though – but in a white, tight shirt with a dotted vest. Nothing too nice but still not too casual, he didn't want to give Blaine the impression that he was dressing up nicely for his sake.
No-fucking-way.
All he wanted to do, though, was to sit at home and watch a good movie, or write a new entry on his new blog about how much he hated this country, the law, the government and especially and above all; love. Maybe eat so much ice cream that he would vomit. Sounded tempting, he had to admit.

But he had to do this, no matter how little he wanted to. He did it for his parents. It was just getting boring and exhausting, doing what they wanted him to, whatever pleased them. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the cold window, daydreaming about a better place. A place where he and the man of his dreams could live happily ever after and he wasn't even startled when he grasped that he was daydreaming about Blaine – again. He didn't know anything about the guy so why was this obsession killing him slowly?
The car stopped. They were stopped in front of a giant house, or maybe he should call it a mansion. It was painted in a creamy white color and there was a huge gate, which opened so they could drive in. As they drove in, Kurt's eyes widened. He'd never seen a garden so wonderfully beautiful; flowers, oh so many gorgeous-looking flowers in all of the rainbows colors. And that was just a small part of the beauty because there were also several statues, apple trees, pear trees and all kind of bushes and plant life he didn't even know the name of.
"Wow." He muttered.
His mom giggled.

He had truly never been so astonished to see a house. It was incredible. The most highly advanced technology, things that may have cost more than Kurt earned in an entire year, he couldn't believe his eyes. The entire house smelled so good, the smell of delicious dishes.
But those things, he forget quickly, when Blaine stepped into the living room.
Kurt's world stopped and he actually had to lean against a desk to keep standing. He'd had a tiny hope that Blaine wouldn't be here, but of course he was, so why was he so surprised to see him? But no matter what; he looked like a million. He was so much more breathtaking than any of the flowers in the garden. His hair was damp, probably because he'd just gotten out of the shower, just dressed in a loose sweater and a pair of worn jeans.
Looking away was much tougher than expected but he succeeded at last.
"Shouldn't you tell me how pretty I look?" The sound of Rachel's voice, made Kurt wants to smack her with something heavy, which wasn't really fair since she hadn't done anything wrong; nothing at all but being a woman. He hadn't even realized that she'd stepped into the room with Blaine, both smiling. They looked nothing alike.
When he finally found his voice again, he managed to say; "Yeah, you're pretty, Rachel."
They were as platonic as they could be. No 'sweetheart', no 'baby', just their names. No love to trace in their voices. Kurt wondered that if they hadn't been in this position, they might've been friends.
Rachel strode towards him, gave him a quick and friendly squeeze before going into another room. So there they were just him and Blaine, looking at each other and he could immediately feel the sparks between them, burning and boiling excruciatingly.
He wanted to run again like the last time, but what wouldn't his parents say? They'd freak out and be ashamed of his attitude. He wondered where they'd gone, maybe in the backyard. He couldn't really care less right now.
"Hey." Kurt let out.
"Kurt." The way Blaine said his name, made his heart go crazy. It raced like a zebra being hunted by a lion and he feared he was having a heart attack. So much tenderness and so much longing in Blaine's voice that he had to let out a silent gasp. He could hear it.
He could hear that this pained Blaine just as much as it pained him. The urge to just jump into his arms, hold him and tell him that he wanted and needed him too, was crushing, but he resisted, he had to.
"Don't, Blaine. Seriously. How stupid do you think I am?" Kurt hissed, his eyes narrowing. This was so confusing in so many ways, these torn emotions. Who did Blaine even think he was? Saying his name like that when he quite well knew there could never be anything between the two of them?

"Listen to me, Kurt. I don't think you are stupid; quite the contrary actually. You're fascinating, smart and beautiful and that's why I want to spend more time with you." It was easy to see that he meant the words and that's what hurt the most. That he was being so brutally honest and pouring his heart out.
"So you can fuck with my brain and make my life a complete mess?" Kurt's voice broke off and his eyes got teary. He wouldn't let Blaine see him like that, no way, so he looked down at the red carpet they were standing on. Don't cry, don't cry, and don't cry, he chanted in his head, concentrating on the soft fabric beneath his feet.
That's why it shocked him to feel the heat of a set of arms around him, embracing him against a hard chest, a stubble cheek against his. He truly hadn't seen this coming. Their parents could come into the room any time. But just for one he surrendered – listened to his heart – and leaned into the embrace, his head falling onto Blaine's shoulder. Oh how he would regret this later, he was so very sure, but he needed it; these protecting arms surrounding him, holding him so close.

For the first time in his life he felt like he belonged somewhere.
Maybe it was the wrong place to belong, maybe he shouldn't give in, but the calming whisper of Blaine telling him that it was going to be ok, convinced him. He needed this even if it was for a limited amount of time because in that minute he felt so simple, so whole, like he needed nothing but this, this guy right here.

They'd split apart when they had heard the sound of footsteps, Kurt smiling awkwardly but nothing had changed in Blaine's expression.
"Come on, let's head to the dining room before they start looking for us." Blaine suggested and Kurt nodded approving. Blaine reached for his hand and just for a flash of a moment he held it, clasped it such caution – as if he thought Kurt was made of porcelain – before he let go and lead them to the dining room.

The dining room was so large, a long marble table extending from one end to the other with so many chairs that Kurt guessed their might be seats for hundred people in all. He gaped.
Blaine chuckled.
"It's huge. How..." Kurt gawked. He wasn't used to such surroundings and he didn't know what to do with himself. What if he tripped over something or broke one of those expensive plates? He didn't intend on figuring out.
"I guess we were lucky? I mean, our mother married into a wealthy family." Blaine shrugged, apparently not thrilled with their bank account or their beautiful house. Kurt guessed that he was used to the wealth.
Blaine led them to the table where they sat down right across each other, Blaine pulling out the chair for Kurt who mumbled a subtle 'thank you'. So, apparently he was the gentleman-kind-of-guy. He certainly liked it.
"You don't seem very ecstatic about it?" Kurt guessed as he drew circles on the tablecloth with his finger, his eyes fixed on Blaine who poured some wine into their glasses.
"Well, wealth just doesn't mean so much to me. I'd rather be happy and poor than miserable and rich, you know?" Blaine smiled crookedly.
Kurt had to agree. "True. When is the other's coming?"
"I don't really know. Maybe lost in a conversation somewhere. But that just gives me more time alone with you."
"Oh..." Kurt batted his eyelids for a second, swallowing a lump in his throat. His cheeks glowed with a rosy color as he looked down as he heard a subdued chortle from Blaine.
"I mean, I'd really like to get to know you better. No hidden agenda or perverted thoughts – or maybe, oh well, I can't help it, can I?"
By those words, Kurt blushed even more. Perverted thoughts? He shivered. Neither could he help himself from thinking those thoughts in the company of Blaine.
"What do you want to know? And I'd rather not reply to the last part." It was easy to see the teasing flicker in his eyes.
"Everything, Kurt. Where you grew up, what your favorite movies are, your guilty pleasures."
"One question at a time, mister."
Blaine raised an eyebrow as he chuckled. "Where did you grew up?"
"I grew up here in Lima."
"Your favorite movie?"
"Moulin Rouge, I have to say."

And they continued like that, Blaine asking Kurt questions, until their parents walked in with a couple of house-robots following them, both packed with dishes, bowls and other tableware.
"Dinner will be ready in five." Rachel said as she sat down at Kurt's side, smiling kindly. Kurt couldn't help rolling his eyes and he could see how it amused Blaine.

The dinner went well; the parents and Rachel talked to each other all night and Kurt and Blaine pretended to listen. They sent each other secreted stares and eventually, Kurt found courage to let his feet slip 'accidentally' over Blaine's and out of the corner of his eye, he could see the corners of Blaine's mouth quirking upwards.
Sometimes Blaine dared to ask him another question. It was everything between heaven and earth but nothing too personal which Kurt truly appreciated. He tried to drag Rachel into their conversation once in a while just to be polite but she jumped out quickly, figuring that Kurt and Blaine had more in common that she and Kurt would ever have.
But somewhere inside of Kurt, the fear was eating him alive. What if his parents got suspicious? Could they feel the chemistry and the affectionate sparks that flew between them? Could they sense how Blaine made Kurt feel?
He was so engaged in talking with Blaine that he didn't even notice what was for dinner. He was too engrossed in drawing in everything about the guy across from him, every little feature. The crinkles by his eyes when he smiled too wide or the way he handled the cutlery like it could break and he couldn't help but getting lost in the thought about Blaine's hands on him, touching him, caressing him oh so delicately.

When it was time to go home, Kurt didn't want to. He'd prefer to stay and talk all night with Blaine and maybe have the privilege of another kiss. But he wasn't that lucky. So when they said their goodbyes, he shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Berry and hugged Rachel. He imagined how much it must disappoint his parents that he and Rachel hadn't even kissed or held each other's hands at least. It was a platonic as could be.
He was split between shaking Blaine's hand and just hugging him – like he wanted to – but Blaine made the decision quicker than he did; he pulled him into a tight embrace. The firm chest against his, those strong arms dragging him closer. He wanted to stay forever.
He didn't care that his parents must stare a little, but boys could hug each other, right?
"When can I see you again?" Blaine spoke quickly, his voice toned-down.
"Get my number from Rachel and text me." Kurt whispered as he wiggled out of Blaine's embrace and walked out the door. When he looked back over his shoulder, Blaine sent him a teasing wink which caused Kurt's face to inflaming deeply. He hurried into the car and watched Blaine on the doorstep as they drove off.