Chapter Fourteen: Sweet Dreams and Inevitable Realities

Blaine took a moment to admire the view as he walked into his dorm room and saw Kurt standing in front of their window, looking out over the grounds. He kicked off his shoes and draped his blazer over his desk chair. Blaine smirked for a moment before he yanked off his Dalton tie, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. He had his shirt three fourths of way unbuttoned by the time he reached his prey.

"See anything interesting?" Blaine asked, as he walked up behind him and pressed himself along Kurt's back.

"Not really, just admiring the view," Kurt teased as he shot Blaine an appraising glance before turning back to the window and leaning back into Blaine's arms.

"So am I," Blaine whispered, and tightened his embrace. "I missed you," Blaine murmured as he kissed along the back of Kurt's neck, his voice roughened with desire.

"Did you now?" Kurt questioned, dipping his head forward to expose more of his neck to Blaine's lips.

"Mmm hmm," Blaine chuckled. He slid a hand up Kurt's chest and began popping the buttons on his dress shirt. "I could tell you how much, but I really would rather show you."

Kurt shivered against him and his ass pushed back into Blaine's groin, just a barely there touch but enough to convey his approval. "Well, I am somewhat of a kinaesthetic learner."

"Really? I'm all about tactile learning myself," Blaine growled, as he finished unbuttoning Kurt's shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. "Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned.

"You're not so bad yourself." Kurt returned. "Blaine, are you planning on taking me against the window? Because if that's the case you should know there's a hell of a game of ultimate Frisbee going down on the front lawn and I'm pretty sure we'd scar Trent for life if he happened to look up."

"While exhibitionism has its merits," Blaine said, undoing Kurt's belt and the button on his slacks," I'm inclined to keep you to myself."

Kurt whimpered but allowed Blaine to lead him over to their bed and push him down onto the mattress. Blaine let his hands glide up Kurt's legs and then pulled his pants and boxers off with one smooth motion.

"Have I told you lately what a good investment this Create a King converter kit was?" Kurt mumbled absently, as he fumbled with Blaine's belt. "Although I live in constant fear of the day my father pays us a "surprise" visit and finds out our two beds have become one."

Blaine dipped his head and captured Kurt's mouth. "For his sake and ours, Burt had better always call first," he breathed against Kurt's mouth when he finally released him. He gathered Kurt's hands in his and stretched him back over the mattress, reveling in feel of his body draped over Kurt's.

"I want your hands on the headboard. No touching yourself," he ordered softly.

Kurt arched a perfectly shaped brow but wrapped his hands around the headboard and shifted his legs apart. "Your wish is my command."

"You don't know how much I want you," Blaine breathed, as he leaned down and sucked at Kurt's collar bone. "I want to touch you, taste you, push inside you and make you come apart under me, for me, because of me. I've been thinking about this and you, all damn day."

Kurt moaned and writhed on the bed. "Blaine."

Blaine shimmied out of his own pants and boxers, but didn't bother to remove his shirt. He rubbed his erection against Kurt's and groaned at the friction. "I'm so glad its Friday, because I'm going to fuck you all night long."

"Oh," Kurt breathed. "I don't know what I did to deserve this but I hope to continue doing it."

"You were you," Blaine replied and rolled his hips against Kurt. "You were you and you're so damn sexy." He leaned in and let his breath caress the shell of Kurt's ear. "And you're all mine."

Kurt let out a shaky breath. Blaine laughed, low and dirty and smirked when he saw Kurt start to move. Kurt's fingers started to uncurl from around the headboard but he quickly grasped it again when Blaine nipped a little sharply at his ear.

"I'm yours," Kurt whispered, his voice desperate and wrecked, hips bucking up against Blaine's.

Blaine nibbled his way down Kurt's neck and then bit and licked at his shoulder. "Don't ever forget it."

"Remind me," Kurt whispered and his eyes fluttered closed, as he rolled his hips again.

Blaine's teeth teased Kurt's nipple and at the same time he reached up and carded a hand through Kurt's hair. He gave a deliberate tug and Kurt's eyes flew open. "Not until you can be still," he said teasingly.

Kurt mock glared at Blaine, his eyes glazed over with lust and mischief. "You are a vicious cock tease Blaine Anderson and I'm never putting out for you again."

"You are a hungry little cock slut and you'd jump me before the week end was over," Blaine teased sliding his hands up Kurt's thighs and over his hips.

"Blaine," Kurt whined, "Please."

"I haven't had you since last night," Blaine whispered hotly, reaching over into the nightstand to retrieve the lube. "I'm enjoying you, now hush." He dragged his teeth over the bruise he'd sucked into Kurt's collarbone then licked a stripe up Kurt's inner thigh.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned.

Blaine flipped the cap on the lube and slicked himself up. He poured a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers and massaged slow, teasing circles against Kurt's entrance before sliding a finger inside, gently working Kurt open.

Kurt moaned and shifted his hips ever so slightly when Blaine slid in a second finger. "Fuck," Kurt moaned, strung out and needy, enjoying the stretch of Blaine's fingers. Blaine added a third finger then began to scissor Kurt open, his movement becoming rougher and more demanding. Kurt bucked back against Blaine's hand.

"You like that, don't you baby? You like fucking yourself on my fingers? Does it feel good? You want more?" Blaine whispered his breath harsh and hot against Kurt's ear.

"Yes, please, yes." Kurt groaned. "Fuck me, please Blaine, fuck me now."

"Since you asked so nicely, I think I will." Blaine growled, pushing the tip of his cock against Kurt's hole then sliding home in one smooth stroke. He didn't give Kurt time to adjust before he pushed his hips forward; one hand curling around Kurt's thigh and raising it so it came over his hip. He gripped Kurt's hair with his other hand and bent his head back.

"You wanted me to fuck you," he stated, thrusting wildly into Kurt's body, "Is this what you wanted?" Blaine stared down at Kurt, his hazel eyes glittering with need and possession. "So tight, so hot, all mine."

"Yours, Blaine, just yours," Kurt gasped. Kurt's moans increased in volume until they morphed into a steady, high pitched beep.

The pulsating beep, beep, beep of his alarm wrenched Blaine from his dream. Blaine jerked awake, eyes wide and a little wild, staring at his ceiling. His heart hammered in his chest and his sheets were sticking to him. He felt lazy and languid, satisfied and stated, as if he'd just had sex. He felt as if he'd just had Kurt and it took a few moments for Blaine to get his breathing and his thoughts under control.

Blaine grimaced at the slickness cooling in his boxers. He sighed and dragged himself out of bed. He didn't have time to dwell on his dream; he was expected to be at his godfather's house for lunch in a few hours. He went into his bathroom and started the shower, thanking any and all available deities that he had a private en suite. After stripping the bed and throwing the sheets into the hamper he glanced at his clock and realized he needed to get a move on. He shuffled into the shower, trying to get his mind off thoughts of ravishing Kurt and get his head together for his meeting with Jasper.

No matter how many times he'd done it, pulling his car into the driveway at Devonwood always had the immediate effect of settling Blaine. Jasper's home was a classic Greek-revival style antebellum mansion surrounded by rolling green hills, walls of American Holly and bordered by its own private woods. It was a perfect reflection of the man himself: elegant and imposing, impressive yet inviting. Blaine had always felt a sense of peace whenever he was at Devonwood, and as handed his keys to Antoine so that his jag could be parked in the garage he felt himself letting down his defenses and relaxing into the sensation of being home.

As he stepped into the entrance he took in the familiar high ceilings, curving oak staircase, shimmering crystal chandelier and smiled. His eyes immediately sought out the flower arrangement on the entrance hall table and noted it been changed to include Alstroemeria's, Gladiolus's and Larkspur's. Blaine sighed. Blaine had learned early on that his godfather's fascination with floriography could be used to his advantage. Forewarned after all, was forearmed. When the usual Dahlia's were missing from the hall table, Blaine knew whatever flowers that replaced them were indicative of his godfather's mood.

"Well my boy, what have you figured out?" Jasper Devereux's rich, sonorous baritone boomed out, the barest hint of his Romanian accent coloring the words.

Blaine smiled ruefully at his godfather. "The Alstroemeria's signify prosperity, wealth, fortune and friendship," he began fingering the delicate blossoms. "The Gladiolus represents strength of character, faithfulness, honor and remembrance."

"And the Larkspur?" Jasper asked, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine tensed slightly and closed his eyes. "I'm guessing their implied meaning isn't levity or lightness," he said tightly.

"You would guess correctly," Jasper said. "They also symbolize fickleness and haughtiness."

Blaine gave his godfather a smile. "I suppose I should be grateful for the Larkspurs. Rumor has it you had a rather large bouquet of Lobelia, Tansies, Teasal's and Snapdragons delivered to Carter when he retired."

"You find my message inappropriate?"

"I think that depends on what you intended to say. Arrogance, neglect, hatred and deception is a lot to say with flowers though," Blaine replied.

"I doubt Carter understood the symbolism."

"No, I don't believe he did. However, I'm sure it wasn't lost on my mother," Blaine replied lightly. "Which is probably for the best since I suspect the bouquet was meant for her."

Jasper let out a booming laugh. "The older you get the harder it becomes to get anything by you."

Blaine chuckled, "Someone has been tutoring me on the fine arts of floriography and subtle insults since I was in pre-school."

"Yes, well. A young man of your standing should be able to come up with wittier insults than poopyhead and buttface," Jasper teased.

"I was four," Blaine defended. "And Thad is still a buttfaced poopyhead."

Jasper shook his head, "Your rivalry with Thaddeus becomes less amusing the older the two of you get. At this rate you boys will be side by side in your rockers battling for supremacy over the retirement home."

"Please," Blaine scoffed, "I'm going to live out my golden years surrounded by adoring friends and family while Thad will have been such a rat bastard he'll be stuck wearing orange dayglow and picking up cans by the side of the highway. I have no doubt he'll have orchestrated his first Ponzi scheme by the time the time we graduate."

Jasper clapped Blaine on the shoulder. "Come dear boy, we have much to discuss."

Jasper and Blaine had lunch. They discussed Anderson International and Jasper went over the most pressing business with Blaine and informed him of a couple of overseas acquisitions he wanted to make. Blaine agreed with him on trying to buy out a sustainable textile manufacturer based in Oslo, but vetoed buying a substantial amount of stock in an information technology company. They went several rounds, but eventually compromised on making a much smaller stock purchase than Jasper had originally wanted.

"So my boy, have you figured out the Larkspurs?" Jasper asked during dessert.

Blaine gave his godfather a sheepish look. "Well, you had lunch with Bertrand Van Lucre this week so I can only assume they have something to do with my ending things with Christophe."

"Blaine," Jasper sighed, "You cannot continue down this path. Your bedroom might as well have a revolving door installed! I don't know what troubles me more: the fact that you cycle through these young men so quickly or that I never hear of them until the relationship is already over."

"I assure you, Unchi you haven't missed anyone special."

"That is just it! Blaine, you are special and you are sharing your time, your energy and yourself with these boys that mean so little to you! Has no one captured your attention?"

Blaine thought of Kurt and his lips involuntarily curled into a hint of a smile. Jasper's eyes narrowed and he leaned back in his seat. "So there is someone?"

Blaine toyed with his napkin. Blaine didn't think he could explain his feelings for Kurt to his godfather since he hardly understood them himself. "There's someone that I…I might be coming to care for," he answered carefully.

"And does he care for you?" Jasper asked kindly.

Blaine thought about the way Kurt defended him, smiled at him, his soft kisses and the way they spent hours texting and talking about nothing.

"He does," Blaine answered. "Kurt, that's his name Kurt Hummel, has been very good to me. David and Nick seem to think he could be good for me as well, provided I don't mess it up."

"Ah, I notice the conspicuous absence of Wesley in that sentence," Jasper stated.

"Wes," Blaine sighed, "is cautiously pessimistic."

Jasper frowned. Wes was one of Blaine's oldest friends and despite the boy's penchant for materialism, Jasper knew he only had Blaine's best interests at heart.

"Wesley doesn't approve of this Kurt?"

"It's not Kurt he disapproves of," Blaine snapped, "It's the fact that Kurt's father is a mechanic and not a CEO."

"So this young man is not…as privileged as you are?"

"Few people are," Blaine pointed out.

"But yet Wes is concerned?" Jasper pushed.

"Wes is always concerned. In this particular case he is concerned," Blaine ground out, "because Kurt isn't exactly aware of my…circumstances. He's never asked and I've never volunteered the information. Wes feels that Kurt won't fit into this…lifestyle. He doesn't think Kurt is suitable for anything other than a short term, casual affair and he's worried that there's been too much overlap in our lives already. He's afraid that when it ends a lot of other people are going to be hurt right along with Kurt and me."

Jasper was quiet for several long moments before he spoke again. "Do Wesley's concerns have merit?"

"I like Kurt and he likes me, tax brackets and other people be damned," Blaine answered defiantly.

"I see," Jasper said.

"No, I don't think you do," Blaine fired back. "Kurt knows that I have money but it doesn't matter to him. He's the first guy I've spent time with who doesn't ask for anything. No hints about daddy's newest business opportunity or invitations to the club that just happen to coincide with events being covered by the society pages. When he graduates he wants to be on Broadway or become a designer, or the male version Anna Wintour depending on the day you talk to him, but he has dreams that have nothing to do with cotillions and social climbing or how he could contribute XYZ to Anderson International. I'm not Blaine Anderson when I'm with Kurt, I'm just Blaine."

Jasper reached across the table and grabbed Blaine's hand. "This boy seems to have made quite the impression on you."

Blaine shrugged. "I can honestly say that I've never been as invested in anyone as I am in Kurt, but given my track record I suppose that's not saying much. We're just getting to know each other and he's got some…issues that he's working through."

Jasper's eyes narrowed. "What kind of issues?" He demanded curtly.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Relax. Not those types of issues. As far as I know Kurt's not on the road to rehab. His issues are the result of other people's ignorance. He's having a hard time at his school. He's from Lima and it's not the most progressive place. Kurt's the only out kid at his school and he suffers because of it. It's bad and he's trying so hard to stay strong but I can see him break a little more every day. He's in actual physical danger, he's verbally and physically assaulted on an almost daily basis and no one does anything to help," Blaine spat bitterly.

Jasper's jaw tightened. "This boy's family does not intervene on his behalf?"

"His mother is dead and his father," Blaine paused, "his father isn't well. He had a heart attack a few months ago. Kurt told me he was in a coma for few days and they weren't sure if he'd pull through. He's still recovering and Kurt doesn't want to add to his stress."

"Quite the martyr your young man is."

"He's not," Blaine denied, "he isn't suffering in silence. His father doesn't know all the details but he's aware Kurt has had a hard time. Burt not withstanding though, the extent of Kurt's struggles isn't a secret. Kurt's made complaints, other students have complained on his behalf, there's even a student blog that details the harassment but nothing's done. And he's not a shrinking violet. Kurt may not be able to strike back physically, at least not under most circumstances, but he doesn't just sit there and take it."

Jasper took a sip of his wine and regarded Blaine. This young man, whoever he was, had captured his godson's attention, and Jasper suspected, had a rather good chance of capturing his heart as well. He made a mental note to have his private investigator look into Kurt. Jasper put down his wine glass and slowly nodded at Blaine. "You will bring him to dinner next week."

It wasn't a request.

Blaine set his jaw. "Unchi, Kurt and I are just getting to know each other and-"

"Have you met his family?"

Blaine grit his teeth. "Yes, I had to meet his father before I could take him out on our first date and I've met his stepbrother and several of his friends."

"Your friends have met him?"

"Wes and David spoke to him the day we met and Nick and Jeff met him this week," Blaine admitted.

"Then he shall come to dinner and meet me as well." Jasper rose from the table, signifying the discussion was over. "Now, come. I want to show you the new Constantin Lecca I got this week. It's beautiful. I was thinking of hanging it in the East hall, the light there really is the best. As we walk you can tell me what else you've been up to. Have you made a decision about the polo team yet?"

Blaine dutifully rose to follow his godfather and wondered if Kurt was ready to meet Jasper Devereux or be formally introduced to Blaine Anderson.