Fic: In the Wake of His Dreams - Chapter 5
Title: In the Wake of His Dreams - Chapter 5
rating: PG-13 (will increase in later chapters)
word count: ~1,400 for this chapter / ~8,200 total
summary: It's the summer of 1926. The Hummels, wealthy heirs of a family that found their fortune in steamships, are vacationing at their mansion in Newport, Rhode Island. Kurt longs for a summer romance, just like in the books he spends his days reading. It's summer and anything is possible.
author's note: So I live in Rhode Island and have always loved the mansions. So I do what I always do with things I love: shove Klaine in there and make an AU. Title stolen from a passage in The Great Gatsby. Deepest apologies for how long this took to get out. I was extremely blocked, so let's hope that's done and over with now. Until next time, you can find me on Tumblr.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
And so the summer goes.
There are few days when they're not together, holed up in Kurt's room, spread out on the window seat and reading together. Or out on the lawn, shoes kicked off when no one's looking, grass tickling the bottoms of their feet. It's romance and being young, hiding in one of the barely used rooms in the Anderson mansion, tugging on ties and stealing quick kisses.
"We should go out on the water," Blaine says conversationally one afternoon. They're in Kurt's room, stretched out on his window seat, one on each end and their feet tangling in the middle. Kurt has a copy of Mrs. Dalloway perched on his lap, but his face is turned towards the window, the breeze brushing against his cheeks.
"Should we?" Kurt asks, hooking his foot around Blaine's ankle, toes scratching at the visible skin.
"My grandfather's runabout is still docked down at the marina. I've yet to take her out this summer," he explains, a smiling breaking out across his face when Kurt's toes travel just a little higher up on his leg.
"I've never been on a boat with a motor before," Kurt says, closing the book and placing it on the window ledge. "Just sail boats when I was younger."
"Oh, then we must." Blaine pops up and off the window seat, reaching a hand down to Kurt. "We'll have one of my father's drivers bring us down to the water." Kurt can see how excited Blaine is and he barely has time to grab a pair of sunglasses and a scarf before Blaine is pulling him out the door.
They walk along the dock, the bottoms of their shoes scuffling against the wooden planks, passed rows and rows of boats. It's mostly sailboats, big and looming, tall masts and flags on the top. The Hummels keep their boat docked here and Kurt's heart tugs as they pass it, "Elizabeth" written in cursive script across the back.
They walk almost to the end when Blaine stops them, his hand grabbing onto Kurt's arms. He directs them over to a small boat, shiny wood and no sail. There's a steering wheel as if they'll be driving a car and Kurt has a hard time imagining how a boat can move without a sail.
"Go ahead, hop in while I untie all the ropes," Blaine says, offering his hand out to Kurt so he doesn't trip as he steps inside the boat.
There are two separate seats in the front, soft brown leather that Kurt sinks into, and one long seat in the back. Blaine makes quick work of untying the boat from the dock and soon he's hopping in, stepping over Kurt's feet and sitting down into the seat with the steering wheel.
"So, how does this work?" Kurt asks, jumping slightly when Blaine starts the boat to life and sending vibrations through his entire body.
"Just sit back and enjoy," Blaine says, an easy smile on his face. His throws his arm around the back of Kurt's seat, the tips of his fingers barely grazing Kurt's shoulder, and steers the boat with his free hand out to sea.
It's slow and leisurely at first, the water hardly cresting at the sides of the boat and the wind barely messing Kurt's hair. He slips his sunglasses on and reclines in the seat, neck stretched long and face to the sun.
Blaine leans over, presses his lips to Kurt's ear, and whispers, "here's where it gets fun."
Kurt doesn't even have time to enjoy the feeling of Blaine's lips against his skin before Blaine pulls away and suddenly they're flying, the boat skimming over the water. Kurt grabs onto his sunglasses before they fly off of his head and into the water, the light scarf around his neck whipping.
"Blaine!" Kurt shouts, trying to be stern but laughter filling his voice. "Slow down!"
Blaine just throws his head back in a laugh and lets his arm drop from the back of the seat and fully onto Kurt's shoulder, his fingers digging into Kurt's jacket. "But where's the fun in that?" Blaine leans over to give Kurt a quick kiss on his lips, eyes leaving the water for only a second, and Kurt blames his red cheeks on the biting wind.
Kurt is stretched out in the back seat when Blaine drops the anchor a few miles out, where the mansions looks like specs and Kurt feels invincible. He stares up into the sun, sun glasses perched on his nose and his shoes long gone, his fingers toying with the end of his scarf. The smell of sea water is even more intense out here, surrounding Kurt and filling his senses. He lolls his head to the side when he hears Blaine cut the motor, watches as he stands on unsteady feet and walks until he's standing by Kurt. Kurt scoots to his side, opening up a few inches of space for Blaine. There's not really enough room for two people, but Blaine lays down beside Kurt anyway.
"It's so peaceful out here, hmm?" Blaine mumbles, swiping a stand of hair from Kurt's forehead and leaning down to place a kiss on Kurt's neck. Blaine's lips are smooth against his skin, his fingers working quickly to untie the scarf around Kurt's neck.
Blaine moves from Kurt's neck, kisses across his forehead, his cheeks, his eyelashes. Kurt's skin soaks up the kisses as if they're sunlight, drinking up every last touch of Blaine's lips. When Blaine finally reaches Kurt's lips, Kurt is ready and waiting. No more nerves, he's ready and he wants this, knows that Blaine wants this, too.
They lay like that for what seems like hours, the boat gently rocking them together. They get lost in each other, in kissing and touching and exploring. Everything is new to Kurt; how solid Blaine's back feels under Kurt's hands, how his teeth nip lightly at the corner of Kurt's mouth, how Kurt can feel just the beginning of short stubbly hair scratching at his neck when Blaine kisses underneath his ear. Kissing, Kurt decides, is his new favorite pastime. He would give up every book in his library if it meant kissing Blaine out underneath the sun.
"So what are your plans for after the summer ends?" Blaine asks against Kurt's neck, words getting caught in the crook of Kurt's shoulder.
"Yale," Kurt answers simply, stretching his neck out to give Blaine better access.
"Come with me," Blaine says unexpectedly, pulling back slightly so he can look in Kurt's eyes.
"Hmmm," Kurt hums, not entirely sure what Blaine is talking about.
"To California, to Hollywood. Come with me," Blaine says excitedly.
"Blaine," Kurt says, the shock evident all over his face. "You know I can't do that."
"Why not?" Blaine asks, a small frown on his face, his thumb running small circles on the buckle of Kurt's belt.
"Because I'm going to Yale in the fall. And you know about my father's heart condition, I couldn't possibly just go across the country," Kurt reasons.
"He has your step-mother and the best doctors in Philadelphia," Blaine counters. He pulls back and props his head up on his hand, his arm bent at the elbow. "I have my trust fund, I won't even need my father's help. Come with me and we'll live in a house on the beach and do nothing but this all day," Blaine says as he leans down to kiss Kurt once again, lips pressing and open.
Kurt kisses back, has to kiss back, like there's a force greater than himself pushing them together. He mumbles an apology against Blaine's lips. "Blaine, I can't--"
"Just think about it, okay?" Blaine asks, his arm now draped over Kurt's waist. "Just promise me you'll think it over."
Kurt nods and Blaine leans down to kiss him again, his mouth turned up in a large smile. Kurt lets himself get lost in the kiss, forgets about Yale and his father and Philadelphia. Pretends that it's actually possible for him to go west with Blaine, even though he knows deep down in his bones that he can't. He's not ready for this summer to be over, so when Blaine pulls back and says, "I think it's time we head back to land," Kurt just shakes his head and presses forward for one more kiss.
rating: PG-13 (will increase in later chapters)
word count: ~1,400 for this chapter / ~8,200 total
summary: It's the summer of 1926. The Hummels, wealthy heirs of a family that found their fortune in steamships, are vacationing at their mansion in Newport, Rhode Island. Kurt longs for a summer romance, just like in the books he spends his days reading. It's summer and anything is possible.
author's note: So I live in Rhode Island and have always loved the mansions. So I do what I always do with things I love: shove Klaine in there and make an AU. Title stolen from a passage in The Great Gatsby. Deepest apologies for how long this took to get out. I was extremely blocked, so let's hope that's done and over with now. Until next time, you can find me on Tumblr.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
And so the summer goes.
There are few days when they're not together, holed up in Kurt's room, spread out on the window seat and reading together. Or out on the lawn, shoes kicked off when no one's looking, grass tickling the bottoms of their feet. It's romance and being young, hiding in one of the barely used rooms in the Anderson mansion, tugging on ties and stealing quick kisses.
"We should go out on the water," Blaine says conversationally one afternoon. They're in Kurt's room, stretched out on his window seat, one on each end and their feet tangling in the middle. Kurt has a copy of Mrs. Dalloway perched on his lap, but his face is turned towards the window, the breeze brushing against his cheeks.
"Should we?" Kurt asks, hooking his foot around Blaine's ankle, toes scratching at the visible skin.
"My grandfather's runabout is still docked down at the marina. I've yet to take her out this summer," he explains, a smiling breaking out across his face when Kurt's toes travel just a little higher up on his leg.
"I've never been on a boat with a motor before," Kurt says, closing the book and placing it on the window ledge. "Just sail boats when I was younger."
"Oh, then we must." Blaine pops up and off the window seat, reaching a hand down to Kurt. "We'll have one of my father's drivers bring us down to the water." Kurt can see how excited Blaine is and he barely has time to grab a pair of sunglasses and a scarf before Blaine is pulling him out the door.
They walk along the dock, the bottoms of their shoes scuffling against the wooden planks, passed rows and rows of boats. It's mostly sailboats, big and looming, tall masts and flags on the top. The Hummels keep their boat docked here and Kurt's heart tugs as they pass it, "Elizabeth" written in cursive script across the back.
They walk almost to the end when Blaine stops them, his hand grabbing onto Kurt's arms. He directs them over to a small boat, shiny wood and no sail. There's a steering wheel as if they'll be driving a car and Kurt has a hard time imagining how a boat can move without a sail.
"Go ahead, hop in while I untie all the ropes," Blaine says, offering his hand out to Kurt so he doesn't trip as he steps inside the boat.
There are two separate seats in the front, soft brown leather that Kurt sinks into, and one long seat in the back. Blaine makes quick work of untying the boat from the dock and soon he's hopping in, stepping over Kurt's feet and sitting down into the seat with the steering wheel.
"So, how does this work?" Kurt asks, jumping slightly when Blaine starts the boat to life and sending vibrations through his entire body.
"Just sit back and enjoy," Blaine says, an easy smile on his face. His throws his arm around the back of Kurt's seat, the tips of his fingers barely grazing Kurt's shoulder, and steers the boat with his free hand out to sea.
It's slow and leisurely at first, the water hardly cresting at the sides of the boat and the wind barely messing Kurt's hair. He slips his sunglasses on and reclines in the seat, neck stretched long and face to the sun.
Blaine leans over, presses his lips to Kurt's ear, and whispers, "here's where it gets fun."
Kurt doesn't even have time to enjoy the feeling of Blaine's lips against his skin before Blaine pulls away and suddenly they're flying, the boat skimming over the water. Kurt grabs onto his sunglasses before they fly off of his head and into the water, the light scarf around his neck whipping.
"Blaine!" Kurt shouts, trying to be stern but laughter filling his voice. "Slow down!"
Blaine just throws his head back in a laugh and lets his arm drop from the back of the seat and fully onto Kurt's shoulder, his fingers digging into Kurt's jacket. "But where's the fun in that?" Blaine leans over to give Kurt a quick kiss on his lips, eyes leaving the water for only a second, and Kurt blames his red cheeks on the biting wind.
Kurt is stretched out in the back seat when Blaine drops the anchor a few miles out, where the mansions looks like specs and Kurt feels invincible. He stares up into the sun, sun glasses perched on his nose and his shoes long gone, his fingers toying with the end of his scarf. The smell of sea water is even more intense out here, surrounding Kurt and filling his senses. He lolls his head to the side when he hears Blaine cut the motor, watches as he stands on unsteady feet and walks until he's standing by Kurt. Kurt scoots to his side, opening up a few inches of space for Blaine. There's not really enough room for two people, but Blaine lays down beside Kurt anyway.
"It's so peaceful out here, hmm?" Blaine mumbles, swiping a stand of hair from Kurt's forehead and leaning down to place a kiss on Kurt's neck. Blaine's lips are smooth against his skin, his fingers working quickly to untie the scarf around Kurt's neck.
Blaine moves from Kurt's neck, kisses across his forehead, his cheeks, his eyelashes. Kurt's skin soaks up the kisses as if they're sunlight, drinking up every last touch of Blaine's lips. When Blaine finally reaches Kurt's lips, Kurt is ready and waiting. No more nerves, he's ready and he wants this, knows that Blaine wants this, too.
They lay like that for what seems like hours, the boat gently rocking them together. They get lost in each other, in kissing and touching and exploring. Everything is new to Kurt; how solid Blaine's back feels under Kurt's hands, how his teeth nip lightly at the corner of Kurt's mouth, how Kurt can feel just the beginning of short stubbly hair scratching at his neck when Blaine kisses underneath his ear. Kissing, Kurt decides, is his new favorite pastime. He would give up every book in his library if it meant kissing Blaine out underneath the sun.
"So what are your plans for after the summer ends?" Blaine asks against Kurt's neck, words getting caught in the crook of Kurt's shoulder.
"Yale," Kurt answers simply, stretching his neck out to give Blaine better access.
"Come with me," Blaine says unexpectedly, pulling back slightly so he can look in Kurt's eyes.
"Hmmm," Kurt hums, not entirely sure what Blaine is talking about.
"To California, to Hollywood. Come with me," Blaine says excitedly.
"Blaine," Kurt says, the shock evident all over his face. "You know I can't do that."
"Why not?" Blaine asks, a small frown on his face, his thumb running small circles on the buckle of Kurt's belt.
"Because I'm going to Yale in the fall. And you know about my father's heart condition, I couldn't possibly just go across the country," Kurt reasons.
"He has your step-mother and the best doctors in Philadelphia," Blaine counters. He pulls back and props his head up on his hand, his arm bent at the elbow. "I have my trust fund, I won't even need my father's help. Come with me and we'll live in a house on the beach and do nothing but this all day," Blaine says as he leans down to kiss Kurt once again, lips pressing and open.
Kurt kisses back, has to kiss back, like there's a force greater than himself pushing them together. He mumbles an apology against Blaine's lips. "Blaine, I can't--"
"Just think about it, okay?" Blaine asks, his arm now draped over Kurt's waist. "Just promise me you'll think it over."
Kurt nods and Blaine leans down to kiss him again, his mouth turned up in a large smile. Kurt lets himself get lost in the kiss, forgets about Yale and his father and Philadelphia. Pretends that it's actually possible for him to go west with Blaine, even though he knows deep down in his bones that he can't. He's not ready for this summer to be over, so when Blaine pulls back and says, "I think it's time we head back to land," Kurt just shakes his head and presses forward for one more kiss.