Chapter 9

Friday.

It was Friday. Today.

Kurt was sitting on his living room couch, looking out the window. He could be getting ready by now but he just couldn't bring himself to start doing anything.

Though, what was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to wear? How to style his hair? What to bring?

Thoughts were swimming around his head, hurting his temples, like if they were the red cape for the bull.

Please, help me someone!

‘'Kurt, stop!'' Tina came in the room and calmly ordered her best friend, ‘'Please, just...relax, It will be fine.''

Why is she trying to reassure me? Does she believe everything will be a disaster? Will his parents really hate me?

Kurt furrowed his brows and slightly pouted, looking down at his trembling hands.

‘'Kurt!'' Tina said louder. She kneeled in front of him and took his shaky palms in hers, ‘'Kurt, listen to me!''

Kurt looked up, searching her face.

‘'I know you probably think that if the dinner will go badly, your relationship with Blaine will be over. Am I correct?''

Kurt sadly grinned and shrugged.

‘'Well then, you should know that I have experience in this and I will tell you how my dinner with Mike's parents went.''

Oh no.

‘'I first met his parents last winter,'' Tina rubbed Kurt's knee with one hand, ‘'We visited them before Christmas and well...if I can tell you honestly...it went horrible.''

Kurt's eyes widened.

Why is she telling me this?!

‘'His parents asked me about my future plans and...Mike's dancing came up....and well, you know how they are about that. Mike's father was furious. The whole night continued with them just arguing. Though, me and Mrs. Chan stayed out of it.''

Kurt just kept making sour faces, looking at Tina, waiting for her to say the point of this.

‘'But,'' she continued in a happier tone, ‘'After talking for a long while, Mr. Chan agreed to see Mike. To see him perform.''

Kurt saw where this was going.

‘'I know it sounds like it ended like in a cheesy family comedy-with a happy ending...it did, Kurt. That can happen in real life.''

Kurt smiled and nodded, words still stuck somewhere.

‘'Mr. Chan still wanted Mike to be a doctor but agreed to let him go to a dance related college if he pays himself. Mrs. Chan tried to disagree but after Mr.Chan explained himself, even I understood why that was better. Mike's father gave him a chance to get independent.''

‘'Like I don't have enough independence...'' Kurt said sarcastically.

‘'We're talking about Mike here, Kurtie,'' Tina laughed, ‘'I know the dinner may go wrong but I'm a hundred per cent sure; that won't be the reason you'll break up.''

Kurt smiled and hugged Tina, ‘'Thank you. I don't know if that's an advice because I learned nothing but the fact that Mike's paying for his own college, but it made my hands stop shaking. So thank you.''

‘'Uhh...''Tina looked at the wall opposite her, still hugging Kurt, confused, ‘'You're welcome.''

‘'I don't know why but...before today, I didn't really care,'' Kurt said shrugging, ‘'but now, I just really feel anxious. I want them to like me.''

‘'I understand,'' Tina rubbed Kurt's shoulders, ‘'Come. Let's get ready. I'll help you.''

Kurt ended up wearing a very simple outfit; white dress shirt, black jeans that weren't very tight but still were accenting the benefits of his slim legs, a black tie, a black vest and black Dr. Martens.

Kurt ran up to the door when it rang. He opened up and smiled when he saw Blaine's face.

‘'Hello, beautiful,'' Blaine greeted and leaned in to quickly kiss Kurt, ‘'You look divine.''

‘'Thank you. You look great yourself,'' Kurt said looking at Blaine head to toe. Never could get enough.

‘'These are for you,'' Blaine sad as they sat in the car.  He leaned back to the back seat and grabbed white tulips, handing them to his boyfriend.

‘'Oh, Blaine! You didn't have to get me anything,'' he sniffed the flowers, ‘'Why did you get me a gift?''

‘'Because, it's fair,'' Blaine grinned, ‘'You deserve it. I don't have to do anything like this.''

Kurt flinched and his eyes saddened.

Oh shit.

‘'Kurt, I'm so sorry,'' Blaine turned to him, gently tilting his chin to get Kurt to look at him, ‘'I didn't mean it that way, Please... I'm sorry. I'm an idiot.''

Kurt fought back a tear, ‘'It's okay. You're right. You won't. At least there's one positive side to it.''

‘'Kurt... I feel so bad,'' he took Kurt's hand in his.

‘'Blaine, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it like that,'' Kurt caressed Blaine's bicep, ‘‘Let's just get going.''

x-x-x-x-x

Oh, no. Not that gardener again.

Rachel sighed as she drove her red Fiat 500 into the driveway of her house, stopping right in front of him. Finn stopped plucking weeds and stood up, taking off his hat to greet the lady who just arrived.

Rachel rolled her eyes at the gesture and got out.

‘'Good day, miss,'' the gardener bowed a little, keeping his eyes on the girl.

‘'Yes, very,'' she crossed her arms over her chest, ‘'why do we even need a gardener? Like seriously. We don't even have a garden. There's just plants around the house and I'm sure they can grow themselves.''

‘'You're wrong, miss,'' Finn fluttered his finger, ‘'There are some plants that need love. I hope you learn biology at school. I'm sure they teach you about garden plants.''

Rachel blushed at her lack of knowledge about biology but quickly got back to her bitchy tone, ‘'I'm not about to go and work as a gardener like you. I'm going to be a star,'' Rachel waved her hands in the air and looked up at the sky.

She was sure, she would leave LA after finishing school and go to New York to start a new life and be independent. She would get her roles at shows as ‘Funny Girl' and ‘I Can Get It For You Wholesale' just like her idol Barbra Streisand. She would be awarded for Tony's and afterwards, she would focus on her family.

Finn just slowly nodded and looked at Rachel with a confused expression. She was just looking at the sky, smiling and mouthing ‘thank you's.

‘'Well, good luck,'' Finn snapped Rachel out from her day dream, ‘'But some people must work for other's gardens. In the place for little, lazy missys like you, who are too obsessed with themselves to notice how beautiful the nature is. I have to say, from my years of experience, I've never seen more healthy, stunning roses like yours.''

‘'Oh,'' Rachel nodded. She really never noticed the flowers, ‘'I guess I must be flattered. Someone's enjoying their job. And I'm not obsessed with myself. That's ridiculous.''

‘'Mhmm. Maybe, if you have a free minute, I can show and introduce you to some plants,'' Finn offered.

I'd love to.

‘'We'll see,'' Rachel held her chin higher, ‘'I'm a very busy person. Even though I'm young.''

Finn nodded.

‘'Oh, shit!'' Finn yelled bringing his hands up in the air.

Rachel jumped and flinched backwards.

‘'My roses,'' Finn ran to the front of Rachel's car and kneeled, ‘'You should re-take your driving test. They should take away your licence.''

‘'Why are you so angry?''

‘'You ruined my roses,'' Finn stomped his feet but grinned, ‘'You were distracted. I understand.''

‘'What are you talking about?'' Rachel turned her head to the side and furrowed her brows.

‘'I mean... I can't blame you. I would've been distracted myself. I bought this new tank top and you were just drooling over my toned arms.''

‘'What?'' Rachel asked amused, ‘'No, I did not. You-you just sowed them so close to the driveway...It's not my fault.''

Finn chuckled, ‘'You're blushing, miss.''

Rachel looked down to hide her blush.

Rachel, why do you always embarrass yourself in front of him?!

‘'Go, miss,'' Finn smiled and pointed to the front door, ‘'Your mother is looking for you. The dinner starts soon.''

x-x-x-x-x

‘'Don't worry, Kurt. I'm sure it will be fine,'' Blaine tried to brighten up Kurt's mood, when they were walking up to the front door of Blaine's house.

‘'Good day, gentleman,'' Finn greeted them.

‘'Hi,'' Kurt returned the greeting.

‘'What's up with the roses by the driveway?'' Blaine asked, pointing his head to the destroyed flowers.

‘'Mr. Blaine, I hope you aren't mad,'' Finn said worriedly, ‘'Not that it's my fault, though,'' he mumbled.

‘'No, I'm not mad. And call me Blaine. But, uh... What happened?''

‘'Your clumsy sister drove her car too close...''

Kurt giggled and that made Blaine smile, ‘'Oh... I'll tell her to retake her drivers test.''

‘'I told miss the same thing,'' Kurt burst out laughing and both other looked at Kurt and grinned.

‘'Thank you...uhh...'' Kurt stopped laughing to say thanks, but realized he didn't know the gardener.

‘'I'm Finn Hudson. Thank you for what?'' Finn asked confused.

‘'For making my mood better. Laughing is proven to relieve stress. So, thank you. I'm Kurt.''

Finn smiled, ‘'You're welcome then. My pleasure to make someone's day better. And Kurt is a nice name.''

‘'Thank you, again. See you later, Finn,'' Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's and they walked to the front door.

Blaine, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for Kurt.

Kurt had been in Blaine's house a few times but it never failed to fascinate him. From the first time he saw Blaine, he knew he probably lived nicely. But still... seeing a home so wonderful, modern and clean just made him want to take off his shoes before stepping in any rooms and just stare. There were so many little details of architecture. For example, the first room coming in, the passageway, was all white but the lines against the ceiling were adorned with golden, baroque style moldings. He's only been in the living room and bathroom so he was excited to see the kitchen.

‘'Kurtie!!'' someone pushed Blaine aside and attacked Kurt with the tightest hug.

‘'Hello, Rachel,'' Kurt smiled when he understood what was happening and patted her back.

‘'When did that happen?'' Blaine asked pointing his finger from Kurt to his sister.

‘'Well, we've been having some breakfast, lunches and brunches together, we text each other before we go to sleep-‘'

‘'That's why you always lack to respond to me,'' Blaine chuckled and looked at Kurt who just shrugged.

‘'Anyways, we're like best friends now,'' Rachel explained, clasping her hands together enthusiastically.

‘'That's good...I think.''

‘'Come, Kurt,'' Rachel took him by the elbow and brought him to a room he's never been before. The dining room.

At first, Kurt even didn't notice it was a dining room. The first thing he saw were the big sofa along the wall with a huge painting above it.

‘'Sit down, beautiful,'' Blaine said.

Kurt looked at the table.

Wow.

It was amazing. It was a tall, light wood table with light brown, puffy chairs that looked oh yeah comfortable. They were more like arm chairs. Chairs for a living room.

He awkwardly sat down and looked around. There were windows from the ceiling to the floor, which made him admire the beautiful garden. At the moment, the sun was beginning to settle and it made roses and jasmin bushes look like from a fairytale.

The walls were all white, except for the ones that led to the kitchen. Those were made from a dark grey brick, that complimented the colors of the decor.

Above him, a big chandelier was hanging. The little crystals on it were swinging, creating little rainbow reflections on the table.

All of it was stunning. But that's the point.

He felt like he didn't belong here. He wasn't from this world. He wasn't-

Kurt stopped worrying when he felt a warm, loving hand intertwine with his. A beautiful smile was in front of him when he turned his head, assuring him that's everything was good.

It felt like it was a dream.

Just when he wanted to lean in, he heard steps coming from the kitchen.

‘'Blaine, can you please come help?'' Rachel asked, blushing when she noticed that she probably disturbed something.

‘'Sure,'' he looked at Kurt questionably and he nodded. He wouldn't stay alone.

‘'Oh, hi, Kurt,'' Elizabeth greeted. She was wearing a feminine, pink apron and she was taking something out of the oven.

‘'Hello, Mrs. Anderson.''

‘'Call me Elizabeth, please,'' she smiled at him. ‘'Could you boys please help me with the dishes?''

Both of them nodded and went to set up the table.

‘'James will arrive a little late, so I think we can start,'' Elizabeth proposed when they were all seated.

Elizabeth had prepared a lasagna. A very simple but enjoyable meal.

They ate for a few minutes in an awkward silence until Rachel finally spoke.

‘'So, Kurt. When can I finally meet Tina?''

‘'Tina? Oh, we can hang out after the first stage of Palace. When we get back,'' Kurt responded, thankful for the break of silence.

‘'Who's Tina?'' Elizabeth asked.

‘'She's my roommate,'' Kurt explained,'' She's like my sister. We grew up together at the orphanage. We're very close.''

‘'We met at the mall once and she was very nice,'' Rachel continued, ‘'She's like Kurt's family. Oh, she's Tina from Cantare, mom.''

‘'Oh, Tina? Yes, she's a nice girl,'' she smiled, ‘'Kurt...so you're the friend she was talking about before the audition.''

‘'Umm... I think so,'' Kurt felt awkward,'' I think that's me.''

Blaine sensed how tense Kurt felt, so he placed him palm on his boyfriend's thigh.

They continued their talking, sharing little stories to get to know one antoher.

Blaine told his mother how they met, how they became friends. How nervous he was to ask Kurt to be his boyfriend.

Elizabeth listened happly. She's never seen her son so happy.

But she no matter how much she tried, he couldn't forget about Heidi. Her son was engaged. As a honest, fair person, she shouldn't  support their relationship. But she loved Blaine too much. She saw his expressions whenever he was with Heidi. They enjoyed eachother's company, but only as friends. Seeing her step-son so joyful made her heart swell.

Everyone at the table heard the front door opening and they looked at the door to see Jame's arrving.

‘'Sorry I'm late,'' he hurried inside and placed his briefcase on one of the sofas by the wall.

He hurried to the table, kissed his wife on the cheek and sat down next to her.

‘'Hello, Kurt,'' James greeted, smiling at Kurt, ‘'It's nice to finally meet you. I have to say... Blaine's got good taste.''

Kurt blushed, ‘'Thank you Mr.Anderson. It's nice to meet you, too.''

James swiped his hand, ‘'Oh, call me James. There's no need for being fancy here. If you're related to Blaine, you're related to us. You're always welcome here.''

The next hour passed by very quickly. They told their stories again. This time, Blaine hid his face under his arms, ‘cause his father decided to tell embarrassing childhood sotries about him.

‘'Okay, Kurt. Tell me about you!'' James suggested, ‘'I want to know... for example, what are your plans.''

Kurt left a long breath at the question. There's so much.

‘'Well... Someday, I'd like to have something of my own. I'd like to be on the main role of a show. Or be a soloist. Have my own concerts. Something as an individual. It doesn't necessarily mean New York and Brodway, though. I would want to visit, but living there is just not for me. I've lived here since I remember myself and this is my home. ''

James nodded. To be honest, Kurt was very smart. Coming from the orphanage, he knew he wouldn't have the best education but for some reason, Kurt was life smart. If that made sense. Yes, it did.

‘'I'd like to get married. To have a nice, little house of my own. Maybe, have children.''

Blaine smiled. But he was a little angry at himself. They haven't talked about stuff like this. This was the first time he'd hear Kurt talk about his future vision. Because, really, Blaine didn't even have a dream. He would love to hear everything that Kurt wants. He wants to know where he wants to be, and be there with him. ‘Cause now, Kurt was his dream. Only dream.

‘'To have a dog,'' Kurt chuckled, ‘'To have a cheesy, family movie life. With the garden, and the small, homey kitchen, and the backyard. Everything like that. That'd be perfect.''

James just kept smiling and nodding. He was surprised that Blaine took interest in someone like him. His son alway chose people from, let's say, not a good place. Like he was as a teenager. Rebels. Smokers. Drug users. Or someone random. Heidi was forsed on him and James still had this little ping of guilt from taking the freedom from Blaine by using force. From Blaine's side, it would've been a fictitious marriage.

‘'James, help me get the plates and let's get dessert,'' Elizabeth ran her hand down her husbands.

They both got up, gathered the plates and went to the kitchen.

Elizabeth placed the dishes in the sink and leaned against the counter.

She left a long sigh, ‘'James...I think Kurt-‘'

‘'He's great. I like him,'' James smiled and leaned next to her wife, ‘'I think he's a perfect balance for my son.''

‘'I know but... don't you think something's fishy here?''

‘'What is that supposed to mean?'' James crossed his hands on his chest.

‘'I don't think Kurt's as perfect as he's acting. Think about it, James. If Kurt would be this perfect boy, do you really think he'd choose Blaine?''

‘'What?'' James was getting more and more confused by the second.

‘'Let's face it. Blaine's not a  golden boy. He's a...zebra... I don't know. He has his white stripes and his black stripes. But I think there are more of the back ones.

I think Kurt is using Blaine's naivety to his advantage. He wants to get in our family. Marry Blaine and collect half of the family money. He comes from an orphanage for gods sake.''

James just kept his mouth open and didn't say anything. Where did this evil analyzing come from, ‘'Do you even hear yourself right now, Elizabeth?''

‘'Yes,'' She said firmly, ‘'This is not a joke. I think he's a player. He's using his innocence and beauty against Blaine. Like a spider catching a fly, James. I'm just being thoughtful here.''

‘'I completely disagree,'' James shook his head, ‘'Do you see how he looks at Blaine? How affective they act together? They care about eachother. I'm pretty sure they love one another.''

‘'Come on, James,'' she said louder, ‘'He can play any emotion he wants. He wants to maybe debut on theatre. He's an actor. A player. And please, they've been together for like a month. Love doesn't come that fast.''

‘'I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm just gonna get desert and return to out lovely guest,'' James said calmly and taking the dessert bowls, exited the kitchen.

Elizabeth sighed. Was she the only one who saw this? Kurt's a traitor. He saw how he looks at his house. Like a little girl coming into a candy store. Want's to lick and take everything.

He just came from the orphanage and joined Cantare. Got under her son's skin and now's playing with him. And Blaine's falling.

This is got to stop.

But she had to admit. Kurt was good.

He was a good actor, a good singer, a good dancer.

A good performer.

Maybe, tease him a little.

x-x-x-x-x

‘'Kurt, I just remembered,'' Elizabeth started when they all sat at the table for dessert except for Rachel, ‘'I have a little campaign for Cantare. The thing is, we need posters. Posters with a good student on it. And I just thought, you're one of the best performers, you could come audition as the model.''

Kurt slowly looked down at his half empty bowl of his Pavlova cake, ‘'I'm flattered for this opportunity. I just... don't really think I'm a model. I-I wouldn't be good.''

That's weird. Elizabeth furrowed her eyesbrows. He doesn't jump in the spot of fame immediately.

‘'I could come. I would try but I really don't think I'd want myself as the face of AAMI,'' Kurt slowly shook his head but didn't refuse, trying to be polite, ‘'There's so many good artists there. With model faces. I'd love to try, but just for fun I guess.''

Aha. Probably tried to show his generosity by ‘offering' the place for others but agreeing at the end. Hah. Just look at Blaine. He's looking at Kurt with heart eyes. This is ridiculous.

‘'Okay, I placed the covers on your bed, Blaine,'' Rachel ran into the room a little breathless.

‘'What covers?'' Elizabeth asked.

‘'Kurt is staying tonight,'' Blaine said firmly.

‘'I allowed Kurt to stay the night,'' James said looking Elizabeth in the eyes.

Elizabeth frowned and narrowed her eyes at Blaine but didn't say anything.

‘'If there's a problem, I can just-‘' Kurt started quietly.

‘'No. You're staying.'' Blaine said firmly, making his grasp on Kurt's hand under the table tighter.

‘'It's absolutely fine,'' James shrugged and smiled at Kurt. He was so nice, ‘'I'm sure it'll be a lot more easy to wake Blaine up tomorrow for the competition if you're here. It's like a compromise. Not that I wouldn't allow it any other day.''

‘'Thank you sir-James,'' Kurt smiled and stood up after Blaine nudged him.

James just nodded.

x-x-x-x-x

It was the first time Kurt saw Blaine's room. All he could say; it was different.

It was different from the whole house's decor and furniture. And it didn't look like someone's personal room. The only evidence that someone lived in this room was the full closed, the guitar in the corner and the few photos.

And the mess.

Blaine obviously didn't let the maid in.

The walls of the bedroom were painted maroon. The furniture was all black. The floor was covered in dark wood. The light was very dim.

The bed was very simple and the bedding was all white. Opposite the bed was a table with a laptop on it and many papers, notebooks and writing tools. He had windows from ceiling to ground just like the whole house, embellished with a white, flowy curtain.

There were nightstands on both sides of the bed, with lamps and many other things on it.

He looked at Blaine, who nodded. Kurt slowly entered the room while Blaine just leaned against the door and watched him.

He slowly walked to the bed and ran his hand over it. It was very soft and fluffy.

He sat down and almost moaned at how comfortable it was. No wonder why Blaine couldn't get up in the mornings.

Kurt looked at the nightstand and saw a picture frame. He picked it up gently and looked at the picture.

It was Blaine with a little child. A baby.

Kurt smiled. The photo was adorable. The baby was laughing and pulling one of Blaine's curls. Blaine's face was scrunched in pain but he was still smiling.

‘'Who's this?'' Kurt asked not looking away from the photography.

Blaine walked towards the bed and sat down next to him.

‘'That's my nephew. My brother's son,'' Blaine smiled looking at the photo, ‘'His name is Saul.''

‘'Saul?'' Kurt smiled widely, ‘'That's an...unusual name.''

‘'Well...I'd say Cooper is one unusual person. The meaning behind the name is ‘prayed for','' Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's back, ‘'Cooper and his wife really wanted a baby. He was very welcome. He was waited for.''

‘'That's amazing. I'm happy for them,'' Kurt couldn't get the smile off his face. Saul was the cutest baby, ‘'How old is he?''

‘'He's three now. He'll turn four in about five months. I haven't seen him in a long time.''

‘'Where does your brother live? Doesn't he live in LA?''

‘'No,'' he shook his head sadly, ‘'He returned to Florida after he turned eighteen. He visits us sometimes but very rarely. He promised to bring Saul for his fourth birthday, though.''

‘'Aww, now you got me all excited,'' Kurt pouted.

Blaine smirked at the double meaning of the phrase but didn't say anything.

‘'We could visit them if we get to the second stage of Palace. It's in Florida,'' Blaine smiled when Kurt's eyes slowly widened.

‘'Oh my god, Blaine,'' he bounced up and down on the mattress, ‘'Now there's even more reasons we need to win tomorrow.''

‘'They'd love you, Kurt. They're nice people.''

‘'I can't wait. Saul's so cute,'' Kurt stood up and looked at the extra covers and pillows Rachel brought him.

‘'Where will I sleep?'' he asked.

‘'You'll sleep with me.''

That tone again.

‘‘But Rachel-‘'

‘'I don't care. I want you to sleep in my bed,'' Blaine said firmly, ‘'Of course if you don't want to, I can sleep on the couch and you can have the bed.''

‘'No, no. If anyone's sleeping on the couch, it's me. I'm the intruder,'' Kurt shook his head, ‘'And I want to sleep in the bed with you, just...I don't want to disobey your parents.''

‘'The only one you have to obey for is me,'' Blaine said seriously. He stood up from his bed and walked over to Kurt, taking his hand, ‘'You're my boyfriend. You listen to me.''

‘'Okay, then,'' Kurt said softly, blushing from Blaine's closeness. They were just a few inches apart, ‘'I guess we won't need the extra blankets.''

Just when Blaine wanted to connect their lips, Kurt moves away to get the extra blankets and pillows off the bed. Blaine just smirked to himself. Tease.

Kurt tossed the bedding to one of the corners of the room and jumped into the bed, now looking at the ceiling.

Blaine joined him.

‘'We'll go somewhere when we finish the first stage of Palace,'' Blaine told Kurt.

Kurt lay in silence and looked around, confused, ‘'What do you mean?''

‘'After we come back, I'll take you on a little vacation,'' Blaine informed him, ‘'I'm not telling you where, though. It'll be a surprise.''

‘'Blaine... I've never been out of LA. I-I-‘' Kurt was stuttering.

He never was a fan of airplanes. Or boats. Or anything else. He knew if they'd win the first stage, he'd have to go to Florida. By a plane. He was excited, yes. But scared as well. Especially, if he didn't know where he was going.

‘'Don't stress, beautiful,'' Blaine turned to his side, to look at Kurt and caressed his cheek, ‘'It won't be far. And I'm sure, you'll like it there.''

Kurt nodded, closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. He trusted Blaine.

‘'Can you sing for me, please?'' Kurt whispered.

‘'What do you want me to sing?'' Blaine whispered back.

Kurt opened his eyes and turned to his side to face Blaine, ‘'Take your guitar. Sing something for me, please. I've never heard you play.''

Blaine smiled and realized it was true. He got up and took his acoustic guitar and returned to the bed where his boyfriend was already sitting.

He strummed the chords for a moment, getting in the mood. He stopped and closed his eyes to search inside of him. What to play for Heaven?

He started strumming the chords in a nice pace. Not too fast, not too slow.

He looked at his hands, inhaled and looked at Kurt.

every color in the world is in your eyes
and everywhere you look you shine a light
hollow as the night until I saw you
I came back to life when I saw you

it doesn't matter if the stars forget us
it doesn't matter if the world don't know our names
it doesn't matter if they talk about us
it doesn't matter cause we are in, we are in love

Kurt smiled the whole time. He didn't recognize the song but the lyrics were beautiful.

Blaine finished the song and slowly placed the guitar down. He turned to Kurt and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

Kurt didn't hesitate to answer. He fisted his hands in Blaine's shirt and brought them down; Blaine laying on top of Kurt.

Kurt started to twirl Blaine's curls in his fingers with one hand, and tugged Blaine's shirt with the other.

Blaine stopped the kissing to examine Kurt's face. Know if he really wanted that. He saw how dark Kurt's eyes were. Full of desire and lust.

Blaine quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. He kept straddling Kurt, who examined the gorgeous man.

Kurt's breath hitched. Right there. The most amazing man above him.

His skin was tan, making him look even hotter. He didn't have very big muscles. Average, nicely toned muscles from boxing classes he had in high school. Kurt honestly liked them like that better. There was little hair on his chest and Kurt never thought he liked it but on Blaine they looked just right. He allowed his gaze move south and he muted a moan that was threatening to come out at the sight. Blaine had a ‘V'. And a little trail of hair was going from his navel, down into his pants. The hottest thing about men.

His nails itched to touch and caress, he looked at Blaine and he nodded. Kurt brought his hand up and glided it down his boyfriend's torso. He was warm and strong. Kurt quietly sighed and looked Blaine in the eyes. They were almost black. Kurt had seen them dark before but never so black.

As if he was hypnotized from Blaine's eyes, he moved his hand to Blaine's neck and crashed their lips together. Blaine moaned from the surprise and started tucking at Kurt's shirt. He didn't see Kurt resist, so he pulled away to pull the vest and shirt over Kurt's head.

Now it was his turn to examine.

Kurt was perfect. A milky, soft skin. There was no hair on his torso and that just made Blaine want to explore Kurt's body. To touch him, lick him everywhere. Worship his whole body.

‘'Blaine,'' Kurt blushed awkwardly, ‘'I'm getting a little self-conscious here.''

‘'Sorry,'' Blaine sad breathlessly, ‘'You're just so beautiful, Kurt. Perfect.''

Kurt smiled as Blaine leaned back to kiss him. He brought his hands to caress the milky skin, sliding his palms along the sides of Kurt's torso. Kurt moaned in Blaine's mouth and shivered at the gentle touch.

It got pretty heavy and it was hard to breathe. Blaine pulled off but didn't want to remove his mouth from Kurt's body. So, he trailed kisses down to his chin, to his neck and started sucking there.

Kurt gasped and closed his eyes. He knew; there will be a hickey. But he didn't care. It felt too good.

Kurt dug his nails in the small of Blaine's back, scratching lightly upwards. Blaine hummed in pleasure and rocked his hips.

Their erections met and Blaine removed his mouth from Kurt's pale neck to moan.

He caught the sight of Kurt. His mouth was open, his lips swollen, cherry red, eyes closed, a light blush on his cheeks.

A new wave of thrill shot through Blaine and he brought his mouth back to his boyfriend's neck and sucked harder, occasionally licking the now bruising skin.

‘'You're mine, Kurt,'' Blaine quietly growled.

Kurt didn't know if he should answer so he just moaned, turning his head to the side, baring his neck even more.

‘'Please, give yourself to me, beautiful,'' Blaine said in between marking Kurt's skin, ‘'Please, let me make you feel good. Let me devour you. You can't even imagine how much I want you.''

Kurt understood. He wanted Blaine too, but... it just didn't feel right now.

He placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and lightly pushed him.

Blaine whined but backed up. He looked very disappointed and Kurt hated that. He liked Blaine so much. He cared about him and it make his heart itch that Blaine was disappointed. He didn't want Blaine to think he wasn't drooling over him. He got up and looked worriedly at Kurt, ‘'I'm sorry. I didn't want to push.''

Kurt sighed and sat up, ‘'I'm sorry. I always seems like I'm pushing you away.''

‘'Admit it, Kurt. I'm pushing you. You're not ready,'' Blaine told him, ‘'And I just keep pushing you.''

‘'You don't. Believe me, Blaine,'' Kurt crawled to the edge of the bed, ‘'I want this. Very much. I just want to make this special for us both.''

Blaine smiled and looked adoringly at Kurt. It was the first time Kurt would be intimate with someone and honestly, how could he not think about it. After stressful dinner, his parents and sister at home; this wasn't the perfect timing.

‘'I lov-like you Kurt. So much,'' Blaine took Kurt's head in his hands, ‘'Just know. I'll wait forever if I need to.''

Kurt smiled and melted into Blaine's embrace.

Kurt was sure. Blaine wouldn't take it much longer. Even if he said forever.

He'd have to consult Tina. Maybe.

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