Reluctantly, Blaine got ready to go to the meeting with Nick and Jeff. He was afraid it would be a long one, so he brought all his stuff to stay overnight assuming he would be too tired to drive home. After all, he was almost too tired to drive there and it was only 7:15. He said goodbye to his Mom and left.
His Dad had been at work late, especially for a Saturday, but returned just after Blaine had left.
"We need to talk about Blaine," Sharon said as Stephen came in the house.
"What has he done now?"
"He hasn't done anything. I'm just worried about him."
"Where is he? His car's gone."
"At Dalton, for an emergency Warbler meeting."
"Are you sure that's where he really is? He probably just made that up. It wouldn't be the first time he tried to sneak off to see that boy. I should call Eric."
"Who?"
"Eric, you know, Roberta's son. He's Blaine's roommate at Dalton."
"You're having Blaine's roommate spy on him for you? I don't like this at all, Stephen."
"What choice do we have, when the boy's obviously being deceitful?"
"He's not being deceitful. Jeff called here since Blaine wasn't answering his phone and I talked to him myself. They have a very important meeting tonight. Plus, Blaine was asleep most of the day and I really don't think he was plotting anything. I'm really worried about him. In the last week, four of his teachers have called me. They're all saying he's falling asleep in class and not doing any of his homework. He's already failed several quizzes. Then his dorm supervisor called as well. He's worried because Blaine hasn't been showing-up for many meals, and when he does, he hardly eats anything. Mr. Phillips was actually concerned that he might have an eating disorder."
"I'm sure he doesn't have an eating disorder. He's probably just sick. If he's sleeping all the time, he probably has mono. I don't even want to think about where he got it, but why don't you just take him to the doctor, then?"
"I don't think he's sick; I think he's depressed."
"Why would he be depressed?"
"Probably because he can't see Kurt. Why are we even doing this? I know you want him to act like the perfect son, especially in front of your friends and coworkers, but I can tell you, the perfect son doesn't fail his senior year of high school, or sleep all day, or have an eating disorder. Even today, he didn't touch his lunch and he hardly ate any of his favourite lasagna at supper. If we don't change something, we're going to lose him. If he even makes it through this year, he'll be out that door the day he graduates and we'll never see him again."
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Kurt arrived on time, as always. Jeff went to meet him. They'd gotten permission from Mr. Phillips for Kurt to stay overnight, so there were no problems. Back in Nick and Jeff's room, Kurt asked "So, what's been happening with Blaine? I barely get two word replies to my emails."
"He's a total disaster without you," Nick said.
Jeff added, "All the songs he picks for us to sing are slow and depressing. He's even started singing old school country music. Let me tell you, Willie Nelson's Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain was not meant to be done in eight part harmony."
"He keeps falling asleep in class and I'm sure his grades have dropped," Nick said, "But, we have a plan."
"What's that?" asked Kurt.
"Well, Blaine is scheduled to arrive for an emergency Warbler meeting in about twenty minutes. I talked to his Mom myself, so she shouldn't be suspicious. And that's where you come in. Nick and I are heading to my house for the night, and you have until tomorrow morning to get us our lead singer back."
"If anyone can fix Blaine, it's you. I've never seen him happier than when you and he finally got together last year."
The two of them grabbed their stuff and left, leaving Kurt alone in their room. He was happy he'd still taken the time to dress nicely and do his hair. He'd just about come over in the sweatpants he'd been wearing, but luckily, he'd switched to the skinny jeans and a nice shirt.
Just before 8:00, there was a knock at the door. Kurt opened it and there was Blaine. Kurt didn't even get a chance to take-in his appearance before Blaine gasped "Kurt," and launched himself into his arms.
"I missed you so much," Kurt whispered, softly rubbing Blaine's back, as Blaine clung to him as tightly as he could, his face buried in Kurt's shoulder.
Blaine didn't answer, he just held on like he was drowning and Kurt was the only thing that could save him.
Eventually, he pulled himself together enough to pull his head off of Kurt's shoulder and look at him. "What are you doing here?" he asked, hardly believing that his boyfriend was really there.
It took Kurt a second to answer. He was busy gazing worriedly at Blaine's appearance. There was certainly nothing dapper about the guy standing in front of him. His hair was a mess of old gel that hadn't been washed out. There was enough stubble on his face to indicate that he hadn't shaved for at least several days and he was wearing ancient-looking navy sweatpants and an orange T-shirt with a big stain on the front. "Nick and Jeff invited me to stay over. They neglected to mention that they weren't staying with me, or that they'd managed to get you back here for some fake Warbler meeting."
"So, where are they then, if there's no Warbler meeting?"
"They went to Jeff's house for the night."
"You mean you and I are all alone here, all night?"
Kurt nodded.
Blaine suddenly looked down self-consciously, remembering how he was dressed, and how long it had been since he had last showered. "Um, I hate to do this, but I really need to go get changed. Are you okay on your own for a few minutes?"
"I'll be fine, Blaine. Go do whatever you need to do."
"Promise you won't go anywhere and you'll be right here when I get back and you'll be here all night."
"I promise. I'll be right here waiting for you."
Blaine showered, shaved and got changed in record time. He brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his damp curls. Luckily, Erik wasn't there to ask any questions. Maybe he actually had some sort of a life when he wasn't stalking Blaine.
Blaine hurried back to Nick and Jeff's room and opened the door to find Kurt lying on his stomach on Jeff's bed, playing with his phone. He got up as soon as he saw Blaine, though, and walked over to him as Blaine locked the door.
"I feel human again," Blaine said, reaching an arm behind Kurt's waist, pulling him in forcefully and pressing his lips to Kurt's.
As Kurt's mouth opened in a gasp, Blaine slipped his tongue inside. The kiss went on and on. Kurt had never felt this kind of desperation from his boyfriend before. He met Blaine's tongue with his own, trying to keep-up with the frantic pace Blaine was setting.
Eventually, Kurt pulled back. Blaine looked like he was going to attack his mouth again. "One second," Kurt said quickly, taking Blaine's hand and backing-up towards Jeff's bed.
Blaine seemed to like that idea, and pushed Kurt backwards onto the bed, climbing on top of him. He sought Kurt's lips again, then moved to his neck, his jaw, his shoulder. "Kurt, I missed you so much. I'm so lost without you." He started undoing the buttons on Kurt's shirt, kissing slowly down his chest as his shirt gradually fell open. Blaine glanced up to see Kurt's head tipped back on the pillow, his eyes half-closed. Still watching Kurt's face, he cautiously ran his tongue over one of his nipples. Kurt moaned and tipped his head back even farther. Getting braver, Blaine tried the other nipple, getting the same response, then started kissing lower and lower down Kurt's abs until he reached the waistband of his jeans.
"Can I touch you? Please let me touch you. Please, Kurt, I need you so badly." Kurt nodded his permission. Blaine immediately started to undo Kurt's jeans, managing to remove them surprisingly quickly considering how tight they were. The sight of his boyfriend lying there in nothing but black boxer briefs seemed to shock Blaine out of the desperate pace he had set and he paused to look at him properly. "You're beautiful," he whispered "and I love you so much."
"I love you, too."
"You're sure you're okay with this? Maybe I was getting kind of carried away."
"I'm sure. I love you and I trust you, and I want this, too."
They kissed again, Kurt's lack of clothes making it feel even more intense for both of them. Blaine then pulled back to run his fingers slowly down Kurt's chest. This time his hand kept going lower, running lightly over Kurt's underwear and feeling him respond under his hand. The "Bla...aine," he heard his boyfriend moan was all the encouragement he needed and was suddenly touching him more firmly through his underwear, then easing those down too.
"How could I have ever said you weren't sexy. Kurt Hummel, you are the sexiest man alive. You are absolutely gorgeous." He kept touching, exploring, stroking, all the while enjoying the less and less coherent noises Kurt was making.
"Wait, Blaine."
Blaine pulled away suddenly surprised by Kurt's sudden change in tone. Was he that bad at this? Was it more than Kurt was ready for?
Seeing his panicked expression, Kurt was quick to say "No, Blaine, it's good. It's just... I just want to touch you, too. Is that okay?"
"Sure, that's okay," he replied, hardly daring to believe it was really happening, as Kurt eased the shirt over his head, mimicking Blaine's earlier movements, kissing his chest, his nipples, his abs, pausing to undo Blaine's jeans, and remove them.
Here he was Kurt "Baby Penguin" Hummel, about to touch his boyfriend for the first time, about to be naked with his boyfriend for the first time. He would have thought he'd be more scared, and he was a bit nervous, but mostly excited, and aroused he really wanted to see what Blaine looked like without his clothes on. He reached for the waistband of Blaine's boxer briefs and pulled them off. "You're so gorgeous, you take my breath away," he whispered, reaching his hand tentatively over to take hold of Blaine's erection and start stroking him. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Feels so good, Kurt," Blaine managed to reply between gasps. As he felt himself getting closer, he turned on his side and reached for Kurt again. They kept going, their movements becoming faster and more erratic as they came finally, one after the other.
Lying in each other's arms afterwards, they cleaned-up as best as they could with the Kleenex they'd found on Jeff's bedside table.
"I think I'll be doing Jeff's laundry for him tomorrow," Blaine said.
"Well, I think that's a small price to pay for a night alone together."
"Definitely," Blaine agreed, cuddling even closer against Kurt's back and holding him close. "Now, tell me everything that's been happening with you. I've missed talking to you so much."
They managed to catch-up on everything they had missed over the past few weeks, finally falling asleep well after midnight.
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Blaine woke-up early on Sunday, feeling better-rested than he had for a long time. He looked down at his beautiful boyfriend asleep in his arms, and knew what he had to do.
Kurt had promised his Dad and Carol that he would be home for a family breakfast, not knowing that he might have a reason to stay at Dalton longer, so with a final kiss for Blaine, he headed home.
Blaine put clean sheets on Jeff's bed, gathered-up the rest of his stuff and headed back to his own room, loudly closing the door behind him when he found Eric still asleep.
"What are you doing back so early?" he asked. "I thought you were home for the weekend."
"I came back last night. Nick and Jeff invited Kurt over and he and I spent the night together."
"You can't do that," gasped Eric. "Your parents will kick you out."
"How do you know that?"
"Just, just from overhearing your conversations with them," he stuttered.
"Tell me the truth," Blaine said, loudly. Blaine normally never raised his voice or yelled at anybody.
Eric stayed silent.
"Did my Dad put you up to this? Is he making you follow me and tell him everything I'm doing?"
"It wasn't supposed to be like that," Eric said quietly. "He came to me last summer and said he was really worried about his son and was looking for someone to help look out for him. I thought you must have a drug problem or something. I never knew you were gay, or that he was trying to keep you away from your boyfriend. Anyway, he said he would be willing to pay my tuition at Dalton if I helped him out. My family could never afford the tuition here, and after making a total fool of myself over a girl last year, I was thrilled to be able to change schools. Then I get here, and your Dad doesn't just want to know where you go after school, he wants to know everyone you're talking to, and what you're doing every second of the day and when I tried to tell him that you seemed to be a good guy and weren't into drugs or anything, he blew up at me about how you needed to be associating with the right people, and making the right impression, and he reminded me how much he was paying for my tuition, and how I'd better be doing my job, or I'd be sorry. And you know what? Before I got here, I was looking forward to being your roommate. When we'd met before it seemed like we had a lot in common and I'd heard great things about the Warblers. Now I suppose there's no chance we'll ever be friends."
"I can't see it ever happening," Blaine replied coldly. "Do you have any idea what I've been through these last few weeks?" He grabbed his bag and started packing some of his things. "Anyway, it's all over. I'm heading home to tell my Dad that he might as well kick me out, because I'm going to keep seeing Kurt, so you may want to start packing, too, because I can't see him continuing to pay your tuition for nothing."
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Blaine left for home right away, hoping to catch his Dad at home. He was there, drinking coffee in the kitchen when Blaine arrived. Blaine had a confidence his Dad had never seen before, a confidence he'd only seen a glimpse of the day he'd been introduced to Kurt.
"Dad, there's something I need to tell you. I need to be with Kurt. I am going to see him whenever I want to and talk to him on the phone as much as I want to. And if that means I have to live on the street and go to public school, then that's what I'll do, because I am not going on the way things have been. If I can't be with Kurt, I don't even have a reason to keep going. And I don't care what you think, or what your friends think. I know who I am, and I know who I love, and you're not going to keep him away from him anymore."
"Fine," his Dad said.
"I'll go get my stuff and be going, then."
"No, Blaine," his Dad said unemotionally. "I mean, it's fine. See Kurt, go to Dalton, come home on weekends if you want to. Do want you want to do. It's fine. I'm going to work." And with that, he got up and left.
Blaine was left there, staring after him, not sure if he'd heard right. He looked back and saw his Mom standing in the doorway to the living room with tears in her eyes.
"Did he mean..?" Blaine asked, dumbfounded.
"I think he meant that he may not like it, but he won't try to stop you from seeing Kurt anymore. I've been so worried about you, Honey. I just want to see you happy again."
He hugged her and she said, "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to see Kurt right away?"
"Thanks, Mom," he said and headed back out to his car at a run. He couldn't wait to tell Kurt. He drove to Lima, probably faster than he should have. Kurt's car was in the driveway. He ran up to the door and knocked.
Finn answered "Hey, Dude. What are you doing here?"
Blaine put his finger to his lips to silence him, then quietly entered the house, looking to see where Kurt was.
"Who was it, Honey?" Carol asked from the kitchen. "Blaine!" she exclaimed, looking-up from the dishes.
With that, Kurt dropped the cutlery he'd been drying with a crash into the open drawer and spun around. It really was Blaine standing there. He went up and hugged him tightly. "What are you doing here?"
"I told my Dad that I was going to see you, no matter what, even if he kicked me out."
"So, he kicked you out?"
"No, he said it was fine."
"What? How did you get him to change his mind?"
"I just stood up to him and said I would rather live on the street and go to public school if it meant I could see you, and that it wasn't even worth going on if I didn't have you in my life."
Kurt held him tighter for a few seconds.
"I still don't think he loves the idea, but he agreed to it. I think my Mom might have had something to do with it. She said she'd been really worried about me recently."
"Well, it sounds to me like you have more courage than you give yourself credit for, Blaine Anderson."
"Allright, I'll admit that maybe I do have more courage than I thought I did, but you, Kurt Hummel, must admit that you are not the baby penguin you thought you were."
With a giggle at the strange looks Carol and Finn were both giving them, Kurt whispered "No, I guess I've come a long way from looking like I have gas pains." And he kissed his boyfriend happily, longer and deeper than he would have ever dared to do in the middle of the kitchen with his family watching.