Nothing's So Loud (18a/18+Epilogue)
Title: Nothing's So Loud (18/18+Epilogue)
Media: Fic
Author: a_glass_parade (GlassParade)
Beta: idoltina, additional support from gameboycolor
Rating: PG-13 to mild R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, reference to past Quinn/Finn and current Rachel/Finn
Genre: Romance, AU, Movie Adaptations
Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide.
Spoilers: While events and references from all three seasons of Glee may be adapted and worked into the story occasionally, it's otherwise fully AU.
Word Count: Currently 101,000+
Summary: Blaine Anderson is the easy going skateboarding slacker who's carried a torch for sheltered class Valedictorian Kurt Hummel for the last year. On the day they graduate from high school, he decides to do something about it. There's no way they should work. Everything will conspire against them. Can this unlikely pairing prevail?
Additional Notes: gameboycolor and naderegen wanted 90's Klaine. I suggested updating Cameron Crowe's iconic movie "Say Anything" to 1998 and making Blaine and Kurt into an analogue of Lloyd and Diane's star-crossed romance. This very loose adaptation, for better or for worse, is the result. Title is from the song "All I Want" by Toad the Wet Sprocket.
“Blaine!” James' greeting as he answered the door at the Hummel home was gregarious, his cheerful handshake firm. “Good to see you again. Glad I didn't scare you off.”
“Dr. Patterson.” Blaine steeled himself, anticipating another uncomfortable interrogation. “It's, um, great to see you again, too.”
The psychologist threw his head back and laughed. "Relax, kid, I'm not going to put you through the third degree again. Sarah nearly tore my head off last time." He smiled warmly. "Just seeing you here tells me that you've stuck to at least one of your stated goals, anyway, so I don't think I have anything to worry about."
"You don't? It does?" Blaine frowned, trying to think back to the dinner party. So much had happened since then.
"To be with Kurt," James reminded him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Who says that you recently did very well at a skate meet in Cincinnati, so there's another goal in progress."
Oh, right. Blaine remembered now, and blushed a little to think of it. Well, he didn't regret his goals in the slightest. "Kurt says that? I mean, um, yes. I did well."
James smiled wider and ushered him into the living room. "Well, great job. We're all really proud of you."
"Thank you." He fidgeted with the hem of his Ramones t-shirt for a moment, not wanting to be rude but at the same time desperately wanting to see Kurt. They only had two weeks left now, so every moment counted. Despite his surprise plan, Blaine still held a faint spark of hope that they'd find a miracle.
James had been watching Blaine with amusement for several minutes, and finally spoke up. "Kurt's upstairs with Sarah," he offered with a knowing grin. "She's helping him move Burt's things into the downstairs bedroom for when he comes home tomorrow."
"Ah." Sticking his hands into the pockets of his shorts, Blaine rocked back and forth on his heels a little. "Would you mind if -"
James chuckled. "Not at all. Go on up, and send Sarah down, please. We should be leaving soon for dinner."
"Will do, thanks," Blaine called over his shoulder, already jogging up the stairs. He skidded into the master bedroom with a goofy smile on his face, one he'd had every time he thought of or saw Kurt since hatching his plan.
"Oh, Blaine!" Kurt looked up in surprise from where he was carefully placing framed photographs into a box for transport downstairs. "You're here!" Blaine noticed that he was nearly vibrating, he was so hyper.
"Yep. Dr. Patterson let me in," he replied in explanation, wondering at Kurt's energy. "And he asked me to send you down, Ms. Hummel."
Sarah put down the lap blanket she was holding and strode over to kiss him on the cheek. "I keep telling you to call me Aunt Sarah," she scolded, a fond tone to her voice as she . "You never do, tsk! I gather James is ready to go home?"
"That's what he said," Blaine confirmed, feeling slightly bashful. Sarah's insistence that he was family was still throwing him off even after two weeks of her relentless cheer.
"All right. I think you can take over helping Kurt." Hugging him affectionately, she stepped to her nephew's side and gave him his own hug before picking up her purse. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow?"
Kurt nodded and waved as she left, turning to Blaine with a smile. "We don't have much left in here, really, so after we make the next few trips downstairs, you'll be helping me pack a couple of boxes to ship to my student accommodation, and to organize my final packing list for my suitcases," he explained more excitedly than apologetically. "I thought we could finish here, then go get dinner before we start in on my room?" A guilty look crossed his face. "I hate to use you for manual labor, but time -"
"You're in a time crunch, I know. And it's fine! I love you, I'm happy to help." Blaine took Kurt's hand and squeezed it. "I'm a fan of your plan. Just point me where you need me to go."
“This blanket -” Kurt handed him the blanket Sarah had put down. “And here, these pillows. Put them all in that box, and when I am done here with these photos we'll just go downstairs together!” He beamed a manic smile at Blaine, who repressed the urge to back away slowly.
“Okay,” he agreed slowly, re-folding the blanket and tucking it into the Rubbermaid box next to him. “Kurt? Are you okay?”
“What? Me? Sure!” Kurt's grin got even bigger and he nodded much too quickly in his agreement. “I had a lot of tea today, that's all.”
Blaine had the feeling that there was probably more to the explanation, but maybe now wasn't the time. Maybe over dinner. Where he'd persuade Kurt to stick to non-caffeinated drinks. He couldn't ask Kurt to stay over with him while he was being weird and manic, Connie would kill him. Or join in. Blaine wasn't sure which prospect was worse.
But his presence seemed to send Kurt's jubilation through the roof, and he was practically flying up and down the stairs carrying boxes between the two bedrooms, settling Sarah's things in for her stay in the master bedroom and organizing the downstairs for Burt's ease of use. He chattered to Blaine about every topic under the sun at top speed, making it hard to keep up. “So I got the letter from my landlady, and she seems super nice and said that there was a chemist - drugstore - around the corner that stocked good moisturizers in case I didn't bring enough and if the selection wasn't to my liking she'd be glad to escort me to Harvey Nichols one day so I could see what they had there because she totally understands the importance of a good moisturizing regime, although she did point out that it's a little more damp there than it is here so maybe I wouldn't need as much moisturizing at night after all but we'd see when I got there and I think I really like her already we're going to get along like gangbusters and -”
Okay, enough, Blaine thought as Kurt nearly broke his neck tripping up the stairs. He seized Kurt by the waist and carefully steered him back down the stairs to sit on the couch. “Right. You? Are bananas right now, and I feel like it's not just the tea. So I want to know what's up.”
“Blaine! Don't be silly! Of course it's just -” Kurt broke off at the sight of the grim look Blaine felt taking over his face. “Oh, fine, it's not just the tea.”
“What, then?” Blaine watched Kurt carefully, curious and a little worried. “Is it your dad? Or school? Are you getting nervous about the flight? If I can help with that, I will, I've flown transatlantic a lot - maybe you can talk to your doctor about Valium?”
“No! Well, yes and no. It's not my father, he's more or less fine, keeps flirting with Finn's mom, it's hilarious...it's not school, either, exactly, but it kind of is, and,” Kurt laughed, slightly hysterically, “funny you mention the flight, actually, you absolutely can help.” He laughed harder, making Blaine frown.
“Kurt?” Now Blaine was really worried. He was pretty sure they weren't about to have another breakup talk, not if Kurt was saying he could help with the flight, but he'd never seen Kurt this wound up before. He didn't really know what to make of it.
“I was going to do this over dinner, but what the hell.” Kurt threw his hands in the air and smiled so widely, it seemed to Blaine that he might split his face in half if he wasn't more careful. His next words did nothing to ease the pangs of concern that were knotting up Blaine's stomach. “Do you still have the pen I gave you?”
Blaine nodded, ignoring the twinge in his chest this caused. His backpack was on the floor at the end of the couch where he'd dropped it when he came in. It was the work of a moment to pick it up and rummage through it, looking for the pen he hadn't removed since Kurt left it in his car all those weeks ago. Finally, he found it and pulled it out. “Right here.”
“Good.” Kurt turned around himself, digging through the end table behind him and retrieving something that he immediately concealed behind his back. He took a deep breath. “I'd like to ask for it back.”
“What?” Blaine couldn't help but laugh incredulously. This was the last thing he'd expected. “It's not like I actually have any good associations with this pen, but isn't it bad manners to ask people to give back the gifts that you gave them?”
“Mmm...yes, normally, but...well, what if I replaced it with something better?” Kurt did a little wiggly sort of dance in place, hands still firmly behind his back. “Something that won't have the bad associations?”
“Well...” Blaine looked down at the box in his hands. He had to admit, he was never going to be fond of the thing. Sugar had finally explained one day that Kurt had a reason for giving him that particular pen, and knowing it was something that meant a lot to Kurt was touching but...no. It was too tied up with that one terrible night, for him.
“Trust me. Just a little bit?” Kurt's eyes were shining when Blaine looked back up, and his smile was only just under his control. “Please?”
“Why?” Now Blaine was teasing, a little, because it looked like Kurt was going to jump out of his skin from nerves. Not that he didn't really want to know what the hell was going on, but teasing Kurt was a pastime he was pretty sure would never get old. “You really want this back?”
Kurt nodded emphatically. “Yes. I do. Because you won't need it to write me anymore.” Clearly unable to wait any longer, he brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal a long envelope. “I want you to have these, instead.”
Confused, Blaine handed over the pen and accepted the envelope. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
Now trembling with nerves himself, Blaine pried the envelope open and extracted two long strips of paper. Plane tickets. Specifically, plane tickets to London, the same day as Kurt's flight. “Kurt...what...what's this, what's going on?”
Kurt's smile was now fully boundless and bright with joy. “Time, Blaine. I'm buying us time. I want you to come with me.”
Blaine's jaw dropped, and he couldn't take his eyes off of the tickets. “Are you kidding me? Are you?”
“No. I could not be joking less.” Kurt took the tickets away and set them aside with the pen so he could grab Blaine's hands and hold tight. His shoulders heaved with the deep breath he took before speaking. “I want you to come with me. I mean, you can't stay with me in the student accommodations, they don't allow it, but I remembered your parents are only maybe two hours away, so your sister has been talking to them for a week and she says your mom misses you, Blaine, so I thought it might be perfect, my dad pays me to work in the shop, did you know? So I had the money to do it and I was saying to Aunt Sarah that I wished I could buy time and then it hit me...” Shaking his head, Kurt began to laugh as he spoke. “Anyway, I know it's a two hour trip into London but that's better than thousands of miles between us and I'll have a better chance to get things right with you and please, say something, oh God, you hate it, don't you.”
"You want me to go with you?" Blaine tried to understand. “To England? With you?”
"Yes.” Kurt nodded, a slightly frantic smile on his face. “Ideally I'd keep you by my side until we worked all of this out, but that's not really practical, I mean, you do have to live with your parents, there's no choice there.” He took deep breaths and let them out slowly. “God, I have to meet your parents...but at least you'll be nearby, so we have time, Blaine, time to see each other and talk and go out and not be stuck just trying to work this out with phone conversations and letters and hoping that when I come home on holidays that it miraculously worked. I know you wanted to concentrate on your skating but I kind of hoped you could skate anywhere. You can, right? This is okay?”
Blaine blinked. “I don't believe it. I don't.”
“Blaine?” Confusion made Kurt pause, eyes widening in concern.
“Connie has to be laughing her ass off. My mom, too.” All Blaine could do was stare at Kurt, trying to process everything. Emotion was surging through him, overwhelming his mind. “Kurt...I've been making arrangements with Connie and my parents to move back to England. It was going to be your Christmas surprise. Is going to be your Christmas surprise.” He started to laugh uncontrollably. “They have got to be just...they're laughing at both of us. I don't know how Connie's been keeping the secret, I really do not. Although this explains why she kept telling me not to buy tickets. 'Wait for the prices to come down,' my ass.”
Kurt was openmouthed in his shock. “Wait, what? What?”
“I have to get you something else for Christmas now that you know.” Shaking his head, Blaine tried to get himself under control long enough to explain it. “You were right, I can skate anywhere, my parents are right there and we'd be able to see each other a lot more than if I were still stuck over here, so I've been working on getting permission to move back. Dad's...well. Having a Dad pretty high up in the military is useful, and he wants to mend fences between us, so he's willing to help.”
“You were planning to move back to England? To be with me?” Kurt just kept staring at him, a situation Blaine would have found comical if he hadn't been so overcome with happiness.
“Yeah. I just...” Blaine laughed again, more gently this time. “Turns out, no matter what's going on with us, I couldn't stand the idea of being apart from the person I loved.” Caught up in overwhelming happiness, he leaned forward and took Kurt's face in his hands, planting a spontaneous kiss on his lips before either of them realized what was happening.
Fear and exhilaration zinged through Blaine's veins like a fuse lit on a powder keg. Instinct drove him to deepen the kiss, to melt into Kurt instead of pulling away. What took me so long? he wondered, pressing Kurt back into the couch cushions, letting one hand trail down his arm until their hands touched and he tangled their fingers together, never breaking the kiss. It was like coming home, like putting on his favorite sweatshirt, like a warm bath on a cool day.
Kurt's lips parted under his, and without thinking twice, Blaine allowed his tongue to take advantage of the opening, flicking over teeth and soft skin before brushing alongside of Kurt's tongue, slipping and sliding, testing and tasting. Blindly, he climbed into Kurt's lap, straddling his hips and clenching the front of his shirt in both fists.
A blissful eternity of hitching breaths and low moans passed before Blaine slowly broke the kiss a great deal more reluctantly than he'd initiated it, nipping at Kurt's lower lip with his teeth before pressing their foreheads together. His breath and heart were racing like he'd just run a marathon. “Hi,” he finally offered softly when he felt able to speak coherently, the first traces of a smile he knew he wasn't going to be able to control tugging at his lips.
“Hi,” Kurt echoed, hushed and amused. “So...you just kissed me.”
“I did,” Blaine agreed, nodding happily and feeling quite pleased with himself. “Even better, I really want to do it again, too.”
Kurt's fingers were at Blaine's waist, fingers curled into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “I won't stop you,” he breathed, loosening one hand to let his knuckles brush up and down Blaine's side, just shy of tickling. It sent delicious shivers rocketing up his spine. “I mean, if you're really sure you want to...”
Blaine didn't even bother to respond with words, simply dipping his head down again to reclaim Kurt's mouth. With his eyes closed, his other senses seemed so much sharper and brighter - the scent of sandalwood filling his nose, Kurt's pants and groans like music in his ears, and his mouth, Kurt's mouth tasted of tea and pears and the faintest sparkling hint of cinnamon.
To say nothing of what he felt under his roaming fingers, under his hips as they pressed down into Kurt's lap. Blaine's sense of touch was working double overtime. A groan of his own escaped his lips.
“Oh, God,” Kurt whimpered, pulling away. “Blaine, we have to stop. We have to. Or I am not going to want to stop.”
“Then don't stop,” Blaine advised him, his breath coming more freely than it had in weeks. He felt like a man who hadn't had enough to eat or drink in far too long - kissing, touching, it wasn't enough, it only made him want to take full advantage of everything he could possibly get. He was seized with the desire to grasp the moment they were sharing with everything he had and never, ever let go again. “Don't stop me.”
Kurt stilled, eyes searching Blaine's face. “You have to be sure, Blaine.”
He didn't look away, keeping his gaze steady. “I'm sure,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's mouth. He broke away and trailed his nose along the high, flushed cheekbone, down the jawline to the warm spot behind Kurt's ear that made him grip hard enough to leave bruises when Blaine mouthed at it as he was doing now. “I am...completely...” and he slipped down to trace more kisses along the strong column of Kurt's neck and throat until he arrived at the dip where his collarbones met, “...sure...that I want you. Right now.”
Under Blaine's relentless attention, Kurt was beginning to writhe helplessly, but he kept trying to talk. “What...changed?”
“Kurt.” Blaine lifted his head and stared at his boyfriend. “Is now really the time you want to distract me with questions?” For emphasis, he pressed his hips down harder, making Kurt groan and his eyes roll straight back into his head. “I want you. Now. I don't want to think too much about it, I just want you.”
“I...”
Leaning back down, Blaine directed a warm whisper into Kurt's ear. “Please, Kurt. I want to go upstairs. I love you and right now I want this. I want to give in to this moment. Please.”
Kurt's eyes grew wide, his mouth forming a perfect 'o' of gratified surprise and comprehension. Blaine could only smile at the sight as he pushed himself up to standing and reached for Kurt, pulling him to his feet and tugging him towards the staircase.
They left a trail of clothing behind them as they made their way to Kurt's bedroom, shirts and vests and shorts - Blaine was naked long before Kurt was even halfway there. “You and your layers,” he laughed, opening the buckle of Kurt's belt and slithering the leather out of the loops on his jeans. “We're going to have to work on this...”
“Be happy I didn't have my boots on,” Kurt shot back, reaching around Blaine's hand for his cock and stealing all of his breath away. “Mm. No response?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Blaine gasped, peeling Kurt's jeans and briefs away until they could be kicked off and the two of them fell across the bed, a tangle of flushed skin and soft groans. They were both completely hard, Kurt's erection resting scorching hot and heavy against Blaine's. The fear and hurt of the weeks between their first time and now had been sharp and keen, yet it had never even remotely dimmed the magnetic attraction between them. Now they were so aroused, so fast, Blaine was a little worried that they'd end as soon as they began.
And he had plans.
“Hold on,” he rasped, pulling back and rolling the two of them over so that he was on top. “Want to -” But rather than explain, he simply slipped down and took Kurt into his mouth, exactly as he'd done the first time, but this time, he wouldn't stop here. Nor was he going to take his time with this. He wanted Kurt to come as quick and dirty as possible.
“Blaine,” Kurt tried to speak, but words quickly devolved into incoherent moans as Blaine's lips and tongue worked him over. Blaine let out a groan as strong fingers tangled into his hair and pulled, hard. Without thinking, his hips pushed down into the bed and it had been too long, the stimulation was too much, the warm pulsing cock in his mouth, the groans of his boyfriend, and the softness of the bedding against his own dick all combined and before he knew it, he was coming, spilling himself hot and wet over the silky cotton top of the bedspread.
He had barely enough presence of mind to realize that Kurt was going over, too. Blaine clamped his lips tight around the shaft in his mouth and swallowed Kurt's come down, licking every last drop up before crawling up the long, lean body he loved and burying his hands in that thick chestnut hair, kissing deep and hungry as Kurt's fingers grabbed at his ass, pressing deep and dimpling the skin.
“Blaine,” Kurt tried again, squirming when Blaine bit sharply at his ear. Blaine didn't let up, switching his focus to suck at the crook of his neck. Kurt's hips arched up and Blaine felt him growing hard again already. Good.
“I want you,” Blaine whispered into his ear, rocking his hips back to press against Kurt's growing erection. It slipped between his cheeks, rubbing against his entrance and making him swallow at the thought of what he was going to ask Kurt to do. “The whole thing this time, Kurt. I don't want to stop.”
...Part Two...
Media: Fic
Author: a_glass_parade (GlassParade)
Beta: idoltina, additional support from gameboycolor
Rating: PG-13 to mild R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, reference to past Quinn/Finn and current Rachel/Finn
Genre: Romance, AU, Movie Adaptations
Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide.
Spoilers: While events and references from all three seasons of Glee may be adapted and worked into the story occasionally, it's otherwise fully AU.
Word Count: Currently 101,000+
Summary: Blaine Anderson is the easy going skateboarding slacker who's carried a torch for sheltered class Valedictorian Kurt Hummel for the last year. On the day they graduate from high school, he decides to do something about it. There's no way they should work. Everything will conspire against them. Can this unlikely pairing prevail?
Additional Notes: gameboycolor and naderegen wanted 90's Klaine. I suggested updating Cameron Crowe's iconic movie "Say Anything" to 1998 and making Blaine and Kurt into an analogue of Lloyd and Diane's star-crossed romance. This very loose adaptation, for better or for worse, is the result. Title is from the song "All I Want" by Toad the Wet Sprocket.
“Blaine!” James' greeting as he answered the door at the Hummel home was gregarious, his cheerful handshake firm. “Good to see you again. Glad I didn't scare you off.”
“Dr. Patterson.” Blaine steeled himself, anticipating another uncomfortable interrogation. “It's, um, great to see you again, too.”
The psychologist threw his head back and laughed. "Relax, kid, I'm not going to put you through the third degree again. Sarah nearly tore my head off last time." He smiled warmly. "Just seeing you here tells me that you've stuck to at least one of your stated goals, anyway, so I don't think I have anything to worry about."
"You don't? It does?" Blaine frowned, trying to think back to the dinner party. So much had happened since then.
"To be with Kurt," James reminded him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Who says that you recently did very well at a skate meet in Cincinnati, so there's another goal in progress."
Oh, right. Blaine remembered now, and blushed a little to think of it. Well, he didn't regret his goals in the slightest. "Kurt says that? I mean, um, yes. I did well."
James smiled wider and ushered him into the living room. "Well, great job. We're all really proud of you."
"Thank you." He fidgeted with the hem of his Ramones t-shirt for a moment, not wanting to be rude but at the same time desperately wanting to see Kurt. They only had two weeks left now, so every moment counted. Despite his surprise plan, Blaine still held a faint spark of hope that they'd find a miracle.
James had been watching Blaine with amusement for several minutes, and finally spoke up. "Kurt's upstairs with Sarah," he offered with a knowing grin. "She's helping him move Burt's things into the downstairs bedroom for when he comes home tomorrow."
"Ah." Sticking his hands into the pockets of his shorts, Blaine rocked back and forth on his heels a little. "Would you mind if -"
James chuckled. "Not at all. Go on up, and send Sarah down, please. We should be leaving soon for dinner."
"Will do, thanks," Blaine called over his shoulder, already jogging up the stairs. He skidded into the master bedroom with a goofy smile on his face, one he'd had every time he thought of or saw Kurt since hatching his plan.
"Oh, Blaine!" Kurt looked up in surprise from where he was carefully placing framed photographs into a box for transport downstairs. "You're here!" Blaine noticed that he was nearly vibrating, he was so hyper.
"Yep. Dr. Patterson let me in," he replied in explanation, wondering at Kurt's energy. "And he asked me to send you down, Ms. Hummel."
Sarah put down the lap blanket she was holding and strode over to kiss him on the cheek. "I keep telling you to call me Aunt Sarah," she scolded, a fond tone to her voice as she . "You never do, tsk! I gather James is ready to go home?"
"That's what he said," Blaine confirmed, feeling slightly bashful. Sarah's insistence that he was family was still throwing him off even after two weeks of her relentless cheer.
"All right. I think you can take over helping Kurt." Hugging him affectionately, she stepped to her nephew's side and gave him his own hug before picking up her purse. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow?"
Kurt nodded and waved as she left, turning to Blaine with a smile. "We don't have much left in here, really, so after we make the next few trips downstairs, you'll be helping me pack a couple of boxes to ship to my student accommodation, and to organize my final packing list for my suitcases," he explained more excitedly than apologetically. "I thought we could finish here, then go get dinner before we start in on my room?" A guilty look crossed his face. "I hate to use you for manual labor, but time -"
"You're in a time crunch, I know. And it's fine! I love you, I'm happy to help." Blaine took Kurt's hand and squeezed it. "I'm a fan of your plan. Just point me where you need me to go."
“This blanket -” Kurt handed him the blanket Sarah had put down. “And here, these pillows. Put them all in that box, and when I am done here with these photos we'll just go downstairs together!” He beamed a manic smile at Blaine, who repressed the urge to back away slowly.
“Okay,” he agreed slowly, re-folding the blanket and tucking it into the Rubbermaid box next to him. “Kurt? Are you okay?”
“What? Me? Sure!” Kurt's grin got even bigger and he nodded much too quickly in his agreement. “I had a lot of tea today, that's all.”
Blaine had the feeling that there was probably more to the explanation, but maybe now wasn't the time. Maybe over dinner. Where he'd persuade Kurt to stick to non-caffeinated drinks. He couldn't ask Kurt to stay over with him while he was being weird and manic, Connie would kill him. Or join in. Blaine wasn't sure which prospect was worse.
But his presence seemed to send Kurt's jubilation through the roof, and he was practically flying up and down the stairs carrying boxes between the two bedrooms, settling Sarah's things in for her stay in the master bedroom and organizing the downstairs for Burt's ease of use. He chattered to Blaine about every topic under the sun at top speed, making it hard to keep up. “So I got the letter from my landlady, and she seems super nice and said that there was a chemist - drugstore - around the corner that stocked good moisturizers in case I didn't bring enough and if the selection wasn't to my liking she'd be glad to escort me to Harvey Nichols one day so I could see what they had there because she totally understands the importance of a good moisturizing regime, although she did point out that it's a little more damp there than it is here so maybe I wouldn't need as much moisturizing at night after all but we'd see when I got there and I think I really like her already we're going to get along like gangbusters and -”
Okay, enough, Blaine thought as Kurt nearly broke his neck tripping up the stairs. He seized Kurt by the waist and carefully steered him back down the stairs to sit on the couch. “Right. You? Are bananas right now, and I feel like it's not just the tea. So I want to know what's up.”
“Blaine! Don't be silly! Of course it's just -” Kurt broke off at the sight of the grim look Blaine felt taking over his face. “Oh, fine, it's not just the tea.”
“What, then?” Blaine watched Kurt carefully, curious and a little worried. “Is it your dad? Or school? Are you getting nervous about the flight? If I can help with that, I will, I've flown transatlantic a lot - maybe you can talk to your doctor about Valium?”
“No! Well, yes and no. It's not my father, he's more or less fine, keeps flirting with Finn's mom, it's hilarious...it's not school, either, exactly, but it kind of is, and,” Kurt laughed, slightly hysterically, “funny you mention the flight, actually, you absolutely can help.” He laughed harder, making Blaine frown.
“Kurt?” Now Blaine was really worried. He was pretty sure they weren't about to have another breakup talk, not if Kurt was saying he could help with the flight, but he'd never seen Kurt this wound up before. He didn't really know what to make of it.
“I was going to do this over dinner, but what the hell.” Kurt threw his hands in the air and smiled so widely, it seemed to Blaine that he might split his face in half if he wasn't more careful. His next words did nothing to ease the pangs of concern that were knotting up Blaine's stomach. “Do you still have the pen I gave you?”
Blaine nodded, ignoring the twinge in his chest this caused. His backpack was on the floor at the end of the couch where he'd dropped it when he came in. It was the work of a moment to pick it up and rummage through it, looking for the pen he hadn't removed since Kurt left it in his car all those weeks ago. Finally, he found it and pulled it out. “Right here.”
“Good.” Kurt turned around himself, digging through the end table behind him and retrieving something that he immediately concealed behind his back. He took a deep breath. “I'd like to ask for it back.”
“What?” Blaine couldn't help but laugh incredulously. This was the last thing he'd expected. “It's not like I actually have any good associations with this pen, but isn't it bad manners to ask people to give back the gifts that you gave them?”
“Mmm...yes, normally, but...well, what if I replaced it with something better?” Kurt did a little wiggly sort of dance in place, hands still firmly behind his back. “Something that won't have the bad associations?”
“Well...” Blaine looked down at the box in his hands. He had to admit, he was never going to be fond of the thing. Sugar had finally explained one day that Kurt had a reason for giving him that particular pen, and knowing it was something that meant a lot to Kurt was touching but...no. It was too tied up with that one terrible night, for him.
“Trust me. Just a little bit?” Kurt's eyes were shining when Blaine looked back up, and his smile was only just under his control. “Please?”
“Why?” Now Blaine was teasing, a little, because it looked like Kurt was going to jump out of his skin from nerves. Not that he didn't really want to know what the hell was going on, but teasing Kurt was a pastime he was pretty sure would never get old. “You really want this back?”
Kurt nodded emphatically. “Yes. I do. Because you won't need it to write me anymore.” Clearly unable to wait any longer, he brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal a long envelope. “I want you to have these, instead.”
Confused, Blaine handed over the pen and accepted the envelope. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
Now trembling with nerves himself, Blaine pried the envelope open and extracted two long strips of paper. Plane tickets. Specifically, plane tickets to London, the same day as Kurt's flight. “Kurt...what...what's this, what's going on?”
Kurt's smile was now fully boundless and bright with joy. “Time, Blaine. I'm buying us time. I want you to come with me.”
Blaine's jaw dropped, and he couldn't take his eyes off of the tickets. “Are you kidding me? Are you?”
“No. I could not be joking less.” Kurt took the tickets away and set them aside with the pen so he could grab Blaine's hands and hold tight. His shoulders heaved with the deep breath he took before speaking. “I want you to come with me. I mean, you can't stay with me in the student accommodations, they don't allow it, but I remembered your parents are only maybe two hours away, so your sister has been talking to them for a week and she says your mom misses you, Blaine, so I thought it might be perfect, my dad pays me to work in the shop, did you know? So I had the money to do it and I was saying to Aunt Sarah that I wished I could buy time and then it hit me...” Shaking his head, Kurt began to laugh as he spoke. “Anyway, I know it's a two hour trip into London but that's better than thousands of miles between us and I'll have a better chance to get things right with you and please, say something, oh God, you hate it, don't you.”
"You want me to go with you?" Blaine tried to understand. “To England? With you?”
"Yes.” Kurt nodded, a slightly frantic smile on his face. “Ideally I'd keep you by my side until we worked all of this out, but that's not really practical, I mean, you do have to live with your parents, there's no choice there.” He took deep breaths and let them out slowly. “God, I have to meet your parents...but at least you'll be nearby, so we have time, Blaine, time to see each other and talk and go out and not be stuck just trying to work this out with phone conversations and letters and hoping that when I come home on holidays that it miraculously worked. I know you wanted to concentrate on your skating but I kind of hoped you could skate anywhere. You can, right? This is okay?”
Blaine blinked. “I don't believe it. I don't.”
“Blaine?” Confusion made Kurt pause, eyes widening in concern.
“Connie has to be laughing her ass off. My mom, too.” All Blaine could do was stare at Kurt, trying to process everything. Emotion was surging through him, overwhelming his mind. “Kurt...I've been making arrangements with Connie and my parents to move back to England. It was going to be your Christmas surprise. Is going to be your Christmas surprise.” He started to laugh uncontrollably. “They have got to be just...they're laughing at both of us. I don't know how Connie's been keeping the secret, I really do not. Although this explains why she kept telling me not to buy tickets. 'Wait for the prices to come down,' my ass.”
Kurt was openmouthed in his shock. “Wait, what? What?”
“I have to get you something else for Christmas now that you know.” Shaking his head, Blaine tried to get himself under control long enough to explain it. “You were right, I can skate anywhere, my parents are right there and we'd be able to see each other a lot more than if I were still stuck over here, so I've been working on getting permission to move back. Dad's...well. Having a Dad pretty high up in the military is useful, and he wants to mend fences between us, so he's willing to help.”
“You were planning to move back to England? To be with me?” Kurt just kept staring at him, a situation Blaine would have found comical if he hadn't been so overcome with happiness.
“Yeah. I just...” Blaine laughed again, more gently this time. “Turns out, no matter what's going on with us, I couldn't stand the idea of being apart from the person I loved.” Caught up in overwhelming happiness, he leaned forward and took Kurt's face in his hands, planting a spontaneous kiss on his lips before either of them realized what was happening.
Fear and exhilaration zinged through Blaine's veins like a fuse lit on a powder keg. Instinct drove him to deepen the kiss, to melt into Kurt instead of pulling away. What took me so long? he wondered, pressing Kurt back into the couch cushions, letting one hand trail down his arm until their hands touched and he tangled their fingers together, never breaking the kiss. It was like coming home, like putting on his favorite sweatshirt, like a warm bath on a cool day.
Kurt's lips parted under his, and without thinking twice, Blaine allowed his tongue to take advantage of the opening, flicking over teeth and soft skin before brushing alongside of Kurt's tongue, slipping and sliding, testing and tasting. Blindly, he climbed into Kurt's lap, straddling his hips and clenching the front of his shirt in both fists.
A blissful eternity of hitching breaths and low moans passed before Blaine slowly broke the kiss a great deal more reluctantly than he'd initiated it, nipping at Kurt's lower lip with his teeth before pressing their foreheads together. His breath and heart were racing like he'd just run a marathon. “Hi,” he finally offered softly when he felt able to speak coherently, the first traces of a smile he knew he wasn't going to be able to control tugging at his lips.
“Hi,” Kurt echoed, hushed and amused. “So...you just kissed me.”
“I did,” Blaine agreed, nodding happily and feeling quite pleased with himself. “Even better, I really want to do it again, too.”
Kurt's fingers were at Blaine's waist, fingers curled into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “I won't stop you,” he breathed, loosening one hand to let his knuckles brush up and down Blaine's side, just shy of tickling. It sent delicious shivers rocketing up his spine. “I mean, if you're really sure you want to...”
Blaine didn't even bother to respond with words, simply dipping his head down again to reclaim Kurt's mouth. With his eyes closed, his other senses seemed so much sharper and brighter - the scent of sandalwood filling his nose, Kurt's pants and groans like music in his ears, and his mouth, Kurt's mouth tasted of tea and pears and the faintest sparkling hint of cinnamon.
To say nothing of what he felt under his roaming fingers, under his hips as they pressed down into Kurt's lap. Blaine's sense of touch was working double overtime. A groan of his own escaped his lips.
“Oh, God,” Kurt whimpered, pulling away. “Blaine, we have to stop. We have to. Or I am not going to want to stop.”
“Then don't stop,” Blaine advised him, his breath coming more freely than it had in weeks. He felt like a man who hadn't had enough to eat or drink in far too long - kissing, touching, it wasn't enough, it only made him want to take full advantage of everything he could possibly get. He was seized with the desire to grasp the moment they were sharing with everything he had and never, ever let go again. “Don't stop me.”
Kurt stilled, eyes searching Blaine's face. “You have to be sure, Blaine.”
He didn't look away, keeping his gaze steady. “I'm sure,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's mouth. He broke away and trailed his nose along the high, flushed cheekbone, down the jawline to the warm spot behind Kurt's ear that made him grip hard enough to leave bruises when Blaine mouthed at it as he was doing now. “I am...completely...” and he slipped down to trace more kisses along the strong column of Kurt's neck and throat until he arrived at the dip where his collarbones met, “...sure...that I want you. Right now.”
Under Blaine's relentless attention, Kurt was beginning to writhe helplessly, but he kept trying to talk. “What...changed?”
“Kurt.” Blaine lifted his head and stared at his boyfriend. “Is now really the time you want to distract me with questions?” For emphasis, he pressed his hips down harder, making Kurt groan and his eyes roll straight back into his head. “I want you. Now. I don't want to think too much about it, I just want you.”
“I...”
Leaning back down, Blaine directed a warm whisper into Kurt's ear. “Please, Kurt. I want to go upstairs. I love you and right now I want this. I want to give in to this moment. Please.”
Kurt's eyes grew wide, his mouth forming a perfect 'o' of gratified surprise and comprehension. Blaine could only smile at the sight as he pushed himself up to standing and reached for Kurt, pulling him to his feet and tugging him towards the staircase.
They left a trail of clothing behind them as they made their way to Kurt's bedroom, shirts and vests and shorts - Blaine was naked long before Kurt was even halfway there. “You and your layers,” he laughed, opening the buckle of Kurt's belt and slithering the leather out of the loops on his jeans. “We're going to have to work on this...”
“Be happy I didn't have my boots on,” Kurt shot back, reaching around Blaine's hand for his cock and stealing all of his breath away. “Mm. No response?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Blaine gasped, peeling Kurt's jeans and briefs away until they could be kicked off and the two of them fell across the bed, a tangle of flushed skin and soft groans. They were both completely hard, Kurt's erection resting scorching hot and heavy against Blaine's. The fear and hurt of the weeks between their first time and now had been sharp and keen, yet it had never even remotely dimmed the magnetic attraction between them. Now they were so aroused, so fast, Blaine was a little worried that they'd end as soon as they began.
And he had plans.
“Hold on,” he rasped, pulling back and rolling the two of them over so that he was on top. “Want to -” But rather than explain, he simply slipped down and took Kurt into his mouth, exactly as he'd done the first time, but this time, he wouldn't stop here. Nor was he going to take his time with this. He wanted Kurt to come as quick and dirty as possible.
“Blaine,” Kurt tried to speak, but words quickly devolved into incoherent moans as Blaine's lips and tongue worked him over. Blaine let out a groan as strong fingers tangled into his hair and pulled, hard. Without thinking, his hips pushed down into the bed and it had been too long, the stimulation was too much, the warm pulsing cock in his mouth, the groans of his boyfriend, and the softness of the bedding against his own dick all combined and before he knew it, he was coming, spilling himself hot and wet over the silky cotton top of the bedspread.
He had barely enough presence of mind to realize that Kurt was going over, too. Blaine clamped his lips tight around the shaft in his mouth and swallowed Kurt's come down, licking every last drop up before crawling up the long, lean body he loved and burying his hands in that thick chestnut hair, kissing deep and hungry as Kurt's fingers grabbed at his ass, pressing deep and dimpling the skin.
“Blaine,” Kurt tried again, squirming when Blaine bit sharply at his ear. Blaine didn't let up, switching his focus to suck at the crook of his neck. Kurt's hips arched up and Blaine felt him growing hard again already. Good.
“I want you,” Blaine whispered into his ear, rocking his hips back to press against Kurt's growing erection. It slipped between his cheeks, rubbing against his entrance and making him swallow at the thought of what he was going to ask Kurt to do. “The whole thing this time, Kurt. I don't want to stop.”
...Part Two...