It Gets Better

Chapter 1 – Monday Afternoon

"I'm worried about Karofsky."

"Huh?" Blaine hardly moved. He was sun drunk.

Kurt bumped Blaine's leg with his bare foot. "I said I'm worried about Karofsky." This was Kurt's bitch voice.

They were on the deck at Kurt's house. Kurt occupied a chair under a large umbrella, where he was slathering SPF 50+ lotion on his chest and arms. He peered with some disdain at the bronze god in skin lying in the full afternoon sun next to him.

Blaine abruptly sat in the lounge chair and popped up his sunglasses to glare back at Kurt.

"Kurt, you have said the same thing for at least three days in a row. Is there something I am supposed to be doing about this?"

"No, not really. But last night I even dreamt about him."

"A dream or a nightmare?"

"A dream, Blaine. He was crying and I was trying to comfort him or give him advice or something. That's all I remember. I woke up with Dave on my mind. I just feel like there is something I am supposed to be doing."

"About what?"

"That's just it," Kurt sighed. "I don't really know." He snapped closed the cap on the lotion and sat it on the table next to him. Then he reached over and grabbed the June Vogue.

Evidently the conversation was over. For today anyway. Blaine lowered his dark glasses and settled into the chaise again.

School was finished and June stretched out in front of them. The days were getting longer. The dismal rainy spring disappeared and increasingly hot, increasingly muggy Ohio summer days arrived.

Kurt and Blaine's primary goal this summer was to spend as much time together as possible.

They were in love and everything else paled by comparison.

Of course real life persistently competed for time and attention. Blaine scored the performance gig at Six Flags, and with it came a considerable commute to the outskirts of Cincinnati several times a week. He worked mostly evenings and weekends often getting home in the wee small hours.

Kurt went into the shop with his dad bright and early each weekday morning. He and Burt returned home in the early afternoon for a casual lunch then Finn worked at the shop in the afternoons. Kurt had the rest of the day and most evenings free.

The schedule wasn't the best for either one of them, but they would make it work. They were in love. Today, for example, Kurt knew Blaine probably needed another hour to snooze in the sun after working late the night before, so he casually flipped through his Vogue and then GQ and texted with Mercedes. (Something was definitely going on with that girl.) In between he found himself casting admiring looks at Blaine, sleeping peacefully in the chaise.

Still, his mind kept replaying visions of Dave Karofsky, and how distraught he seemed at the end of the semester. Kurt could remember a time when he was very unhappy, too, and it made him hurt for Dave. A year ago you could never have convinced Kurt he would have kind feelings towards Karofsky. Karofsky had been a source of annoyance and pain for years, but things suddenly got much worse when Dave forced a kiss on Kurt.

As terrifying as all that was, with Karofsky threatening Kurt's life and Kurt leaving McKinley, Kurt now understood that the series of events were the beginning of the end for Karofsky the bully. And ultimately the same events heralded a brand new beginning for Kurt.

Kurt had never bullied anyone, but he had certainly uttered his share of sarcastic and hurtful things in his life. He knew that he often was able to keep people a safe distance with his snarky wit, and he wondered if Dave acted out of a similar need to protect himself. Maybe the kinds of things that Dave did to Kurt and other vulnerable kids were really Dave's way of pushing away the parts of himself that scared him the most.

Kurt's dad had always said that bullies were really scared little boys inside, but now Kurt thought he understood what was scaring Dave. So did Blaine and Santana. Dave was gay; he was one of those faggots he professed to hate so much. And if Dave was no longer acting out…if he no longer had other kids as a target…well, that was a good thing for other people, but where did it leave Dave? What was he doing with all of his pent up feelings? Kurt felt like he wanted to know, like he needed to know.

Over on the lounge chair Blaine finally stirred, stretched, and yawned. "Sorry babe, I just needed to crash for a while. What time is it?" His voice was husky with sleep.

Kurt smiled and wondered if Blaine even realized what he had just called him. He got up and moved over to the chaise to straddle Blaine, leaning down to sweetly kiss his mouth. "You needed your beauty rest and I was enjoying the view, babe, " Kurt teased softly, speaking into Blaine's soft lips.

His hands were resting on Blaine's sun-warmed shoulders and traveled up to gently pull off his dark glasses so he could see into his boyfriend's golden brown eyes. Blaine frowned a bit from the harsh light but lifted his face for another kiss. This time Blaine opened his soft lips to allow Kurt's tongue to taste and explore.

Kurt wanted to snuggle in the chaise and maybe even make out but Blaine really needed to shave. Those bristles were sexy alright, and very stylish, and Kurt had learned the hard way more than once about the resulting whisker burns to his skin. Kurt gently broke off the kiss and moved away from Blaine. "Come on sleeping beauty, let's get you cleaned up. It's close to 5 o'clock. Are you getting hungry?"

Blaine startled Kurt by jumping out of the chair and striking the classic Elvis pose, complete with air guitar accompaniment. "Hu-hu-hungry for your love," he belted. Yes, entertainer Blaine was in the house. Well, on the deck, anyway.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Really, Blaine? What god awful songs do they make you sing at that place?" And he laughed.

Kurt pulled Blaine through the open sliding glass door into the welcome coolness of the kitchen.

Blaine did not have to work that evening so he was invited to dinner at the Hudson-Hummel house. Kurt started marinating the chicken breasts and cut the vegetables per Carole's written instructions while Blaine headed upstairs to shower. The shower was running when Kurt went upstairs to his bedroom to lay out his change of clothes. Blaine's were already laid out.

"Hey, Kurt?" he heard Blaine yell, "I forgot my razor. Can you get it from my bag? KURT—?"

"I hear you…" Kurt dug through the pockets of the bag on the bed. He found the razor and pushed open the bathroom door, walking into the steamy heat. "I got it, Blaine."

Blaine opened the shower door to stick out his lathered up arm and grinned his appreciation to Kurt as he took the razor.

"Hey, you. Come on in. The water's fine."

Kurt blushed. He was tempted. After all they had seen each other naked before. Well, alright, once and it was amazing. Kurt quickly decided to make that twice.

"Okay."

He peeled off his shorts and boxers and pushed off his sandals. Blaine's grin only got wider as he made room for Kurt in the shower.

"Hmmm. Sweet." Blaine's soapy hands slid easily down Kurt's chest then back up to wrap around his neck, pulling him under the warm water spray. Kurt smiled and put his hands on Blaine's chest, seeing the obvious contrast between his paleness and Blaine's tanned upper body.

Blaine's lips sought Kurt's in a lazy open mouthed kiss that gradually became more demanding. Tongues danced and Kurt instinctively moved closer, pulling slightly on Blaine's hips to adjust their bodies together more intimately. Sweet, indeed.

Blaine moved to Kurt's jaw to suck and lick his way to his ear, just like Kurt liked. They had begun to really understand what aroused each other, at least above the waist, and Blaine adored the noises that came from Kurt when he was getting turned on.

Unfortunately, Blaine's soft lips and wet tongue on Kurt's skin were also accompanied by the sharp whiskers on Blaine's face.

"Ouch!" Kurt pulled back in annoyance and rubbed his burning chin. "You need to shave!" He grabbed the razor and handed it to Blaine then reached for the foaming body wash.

Blaine pouted a bit, but brightened when he realized Kurt's had filled his own hand with foam. All business, Kurt began covering Blaine's cheeks and chin, dabbing under his nose, finally carefully coating his jaws and neck. Blaine closed his eyes and purred like a kitten.

"I can shave you, you know," announced Kurt, who was looking at his boyfriend's lather covered face with an almost clinical eye. "I had to shave my dad after his heart attack."

Blaine willingly handed Kurt the razor and held still as the foam was efficiently cleaned off of his face. Kurt was a little tentative about using the razor under Blaine's jaw and on his neck, but a beautiful clean shaven young man emerged without a nick.

The boys took turns soaping each other, more thoroughly in some places than others. Wet, warm, steamy, this adventure in intimacy was all kinds of good.

Along the way Kurt figured out that shaving your boyfriend was really kind of a turn on and he felt proud of himself for offering in the first place. Blaine was pretty sure that anything he got to do with Kurt in the shower was amazing.

Then he felt his smooth face and realized Kurt's excuse for pushing him away a few minutes ago was gone, literally down the drain.

"Thanks for the shave, Hummel," he almost growled against Kurt's cheek, "Now let's do a quality control check, shall we?"

He pulled Kurt close and rubbed his cheek and chin along Kurt's wet shoulder and up the full length of his neck as far as he could reach, stopping at Kurt's ear to gently bite his earlobe. Kurt shivered and gasped from the sensations. Blaine nudged Kurt's head back, licking and sucking along his jaw line. Given the breathless noises coming from Kurt this obviously was going much better than it had a few minutes earlier. Blaine rubbed his cheek down Kurt's neck and along his other shoulder.

"What do you think, Kurt?" Blaine teased. "I don't hear you complaining about whiskers…"

"Oh. So. Good." Kurt's heart raced as Blaine's hot mouth moved to the spots under Kurt's clavicle that could make him pant and whine. He desperately held onto Blaine's slick waist and felt the spray of water from the shower hit his hands easing them lower.

Both boys were hard and their erect cocks were gently nuzzling each other. Kurt's moaned as Blaine's mouth and hands slowly moved down Kurt's chest. Who knew heaven was right here in the shower?

"Kurt? Kurt, can I… Do you want…"

Kurt came out of his sexual stupor slowly, resentfully, realizing this was one of those 'sex communication' things that Blaine found so damn important.

"Huh? B-Blaine?"

"I want to suck you off." Blaine's voice sounded deeper than normal.

Kurt looked down to find Blaine kneeling in front of him. When did that happen? Kurt's erect penis twitched; he did not know if he was responding to what Blaine said or the fact that his amazing mouth was, oh, maybe two inches from the tip of Kurt's very stiff penis. Blaine's eyes were hungry and his hands held Kurt's thighs, fingers splayed.

"Kurt, honey, I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you." He squeezed Kurt's thighs for emphasis. This was pretty close to begging.

Oh, well, since you're already down there… No, wait.

"Oh my god, Blaine!" Kurt Hummel finally engaged his brain and found his tongue. "Blaine, no. NO."

Blaine registered surprise or maybe disappointment on his face, but was already letting go of Kurt.

"Blaine, wait!" Kurt turned off the shower and kneeled down to take Blaine's beautiful face in his hands. His blue green eyes found Blaine's amber brown ones. "Are you kidding me? Of course I want you to. I just can't in the shower… not the first time anyway." Kurt was so, so sorry. So. Sorry.

"Not in the shower?" Blaine was trying to understand.

Kurt blushed crimson and put his forehead against Blaine's. "Just the thought of your mouth on me makes me dizzy," he stuttered. "I'm really afraid I'd lose my balance or pass out…" His breath was ragged.

He pushed back and peered into Blaine's eyes again. "I want you so much. I hope you understand that. And please believe me when I tell you …"Kurt took a breath and went for it "a blow job from you and vice versa is very much in our future. Soon, I promise." A small smile stole across his face. "As long as I can be on or near a soft surface the first time. Okay?"

Blaine had a tender smile on his face. Kurt knew it was okay. They kissed. They pulled each other up.

Blaine hugged Kurt with affection.

"Thanks for taking a shower with me. I had a nice time. When can I see you again?"

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Blaine, you are such a dork."

Then all of a sudden both boys were shivering.

"How long have we been in here? Carole and my dad will be home anytime! I have to toss the salad!" Kurt stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels from the shelf. He handed one to Blaine and rushed out of the bathroom to give Blaine some space in which to dry off.