(500) Days of Blaine, Part 2/5
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Written for gleeatthemoviesgleeatthemovies,
Kurt Hummel of Lima, Ohio, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until he met his soulmate, thanks to hours of Disney movies and romantic Broadway musicals. The other boy, Blaine Anderson of Westerville, Ohio, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of his parents’ marriage, he’d believed that love didn’t exist. Kurt meets Blaine on January 8th in a New York office building. In an instant, he will know that Blaine’s the one he’s been looking for. But before they meet, you should know up front that this is not a love story.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee or (500) Days of Summer.
Spoilers: None for Glee, but the entire plot of (500) Days of Summer is completely spoiled. Direct lines from the movie are used frequently.
Warning: Some sexual themes and mild language.
MASTERPOST CAN BE FOUND HERE.
31.
“Hey,” Blaine said softly. Kurt looked up from the copies he was making and smiled.
“Hi,” he said simply.
They both stood in awkward silence for a second as they made their copies. Kurt started to make a remark about Friday, but he was cut off by Blaine walking up to him and simply kissing him right on the lips. It was a long kiss, and both of them got into it, Blaine throwing his arms around Kurt’s neck and Kurt placing his hands on Blaine’s hips. They barely broke apart, only to breathe before going in for another round of kisses. When they finally broke away, they stood there for a second, eyes closed, just breathing, before Blaine gave Kurt one last kiss and turned away, returning to his copies as if nothing had happened.
Kurt blinked slowly and picked up his copies, wondering what the hell had just happened.
***
“You son of a bitch,” Sam said quite loudly as Kurt let him into his apartment, “The same guy you’ve been obsessing over for weeks now?”
“I’ve not been obsessing!” Kurt whispered harshly, trying to shush him.
“The guy you said was way out of your league, that you didn’t even known played for your team until Friday night, that you’d never have a chance with in a million years, that guy.” Sam continued, loud as he had been before.
“Sam, seriously,” Kurt warned.
“Did you bang him?” Sam asked.
“No.” Kurt said, blushing.
“Blow job?” Sam asked.
“No.” Kurt snapped.
“Hand job?”
“No jobs, I’m still unemployed,” Kurt said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “We kissed.”
“Level with me, man,” Sam said, looking unimpressed, “Come on, this is your best friend you’re talking to. Your best friend who is straight, but tolerated you whining about this guy for weeks on end. You were essentially stalking him.”
“Sam, SHUT UP.” Kurt yelled. Just then, a door opened and Blaine came into vision, looking absolutely clueless.
“Hi,” he said, waving cheerfully.
“Hey,” Sam said, waving back a little awkwardly.
“I’m Blaine,” Blaine said, walking up to the two.
“Blaine,” Kurt repeated, pointing at Blaine.
“I’m Sam,” Sam said, sticking out his hand, which Blaine shook, saying “Hi, Sam. Nice to meet you.”
“Well, I gotta go,” Sam said after an awkward silence, “I’ve gotta do some…you know…Um, pretend I was never here.”
He disappeared from vision, and Kurt heaved a sigh of relief.
“Oh, wait, Kurt!” he said quickly, appearing again.
“If any jobs come up,” he said quietly, giving Kurt a knowing look.
“Thanks, Sam, see ya!” Kurt said a little too loudly, waving.
As soon as the heard the door close behind him, Blaine gave Kurt a look.
“He’s, uh…an old friend, ya know.” He explained, “If you heard any, uh…”
“Heard what?” Blaine asked, though he was grinning somewhat slyly.
“Nothing, do you wanna go?” Kurt said quickly, gesturing towards the door.
“Yeah, I’m stalking…I mean starving.” Blaine said, grinning devilishly. Kurt’s face drained of color as he followed Blaine out
***
282.
“Uh, Blaine? Our sink is broken! ” Kurt called out when he desperately turned the handles of the faucets and water didn’t come out.
He tried all of the others on display at the Ikea, but none of them worked, either, as they were just display sinks. He turned to Blaine, grinning goofily to see what his response was. However, Blaine was just staring off into the distance, a pretty morose look on his face. He sighed heavily and walked away, leaving Kurt wondering what was wrong.
***
34.
“What are we looking for again?” Kurt asked as they walked through Ikea.
“Trivets,” Blaine answered simply, smiling and looking around.
“Are you sure you don’t need to do a whole room? Because I’m pretty good at interior design, if I do say so myself,” Kurt said, looking longingly at modern couches in vibrant colors, muted bedspreads that gave off a sophisticated simplicity, chairs that would engulf a person when sat in.
“No, I’m fine,” Blaine answered, chuckling.
“Home, sweet home,” Kurt sighed, plopping down on a couch and propping his feet up on the quaint little coffee table in front of it.
“Our place really is lovely, isn’t it?” Blaine commented, sitting next to him.
“Yes,” Kurt agreed, grinning at him.
“Ooh, Idol’s on,” Blaine said, reaching forward and picking up the fake TV remote from the coffee table and pretending to turn on the TV.
“The TV’s not working.” He said with a fake pout when the television screen remained blank. Kurt just laughed.
“Well, I’m famished,” he commented, “Let’s eat.”
He got up, Blaine following him, and made his way over to a kitchen set, where he sat himself down at the head of the table. He grabbed a fork and a knife, and looked at Blaine expectantly.
“Mm, smells delicious,” he said, looking at Blaine.
“Oh, honey, that’s because it is delicious.” Blaine said, pretending to take something out of the oven and putting it on Kurt’s plate. “I made it myself.”
Kurt had to admit that he got butterflies when Blaine called him “honey,” even if it was just them pretending. Blaine calling him ‘honey,’ or any other pet names of the sort, for that matter, was definitely something he could get used to.
“Bald eagle,” Kurt said, looking down at the plate and grinning.
“Your favorite,” Blaine played along, moving to the other side of the kitchen as Kurt pretended to eat his dinner. Blaine tried to turn on the sink, but as it was just a display sink, and therefore wasn’t hooked up to anything, nothing happened, and he turned to Kurt, pretending to look frustrated.
“The sink’s broken!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Well, that’s okay,” Kurt said, getting up from his chair and walking to the kitchen next door, “That’s why we bought a home with two kitchens.”
“You’re so smart,” Blaine said, putting his hands on Kurt’s shoulders briefly, as if he was about to kiss him, before taking off skipping, “I’ll race you to the bedroom!”
Kurt laughed before running after him, because now Blaine was literally running through the store like a little kid, pushing past people and not even caring. He found a bedroom he liked and fell right down on the bed, breathing heavily from the effort of running. Kurt, upon catching up with him, slowly crawled onto the bed and hovered above him for a little while before settling next to him. They just stared at each other for a couple of seconds, simply breathing, before Kurt spoke.
“Darling,” he murmured, his mouth barely inches from Blaine’s, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but there’s a Chinese family in our bathroom.”
Blaine followed his gaze, to where there was indeed a Chinese family of five just standing there and watching them with evident disapproval. They quietly left after a few awkward chuckles and apologetic smiles from Kurt and Blaine, though they were obviously not impressed or amused. After the family was gone, Kurt and Blaine rolled onto their sides and stared into each others’ eyes for a while, taking in the moment.
“This is fun,” Blaine said, cracking an adorable smile that made Kurt’s heart melt.
“Thanks,” Kurt whispered, but by that time, Blaine was already pulling him in for a kiss by his collar. Kurt knew that they shouldn’t have been kissing so openly in the middle of such a public place, but he could have cared less, because Blaine’s lips felt amazing.
“Hey, um,” Blaine said after pulling away from the kiss, “I just want to tell you that I’m…I’m not…really looking for anything…serious. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” Kurt lied after a short silence, though he was crushed inside.
“Because some people kind of freak out when they hear that,” Blaine continued.
“Not me!” Kurt said a little too enthusiastically, his smile a little too big to be genuine. If Blaine noticed, though, he didn’t say anything.
“Are you sure?” Blaine asked, eyes growing wide.
“Yeah, this is totally casual,” Kurt confirmed, “We’ll take it slow.”
“No pressure.” Blaine said softly.
Just casual, Kurt told himself in his head, over and over, until it became a mantra. Even when Blaine held his hand in the middle of Ikea, he kept chanting it in his head. Just casual. Just casual. Just casual.
Just casual my ass, he thought later on as Blaine backed up into his bed, Kurt crawling on top of him, hungry and determined. After all, Blaine had been the one to start it, attacking him as soon as the door of Kurt’s apartment was closed behind them.
It was all too much, too fast. They were on Kurt’s bed, kissing, and though neither of them was trying to rip the other’s clothes off, Blaine was starting to run his hands down Kurt’s chest, and Kurt needed a moment to get himself together.
“Give me a second.” He said, kissing Blaine once more before getting up and heading for the bathroom.
“Okay, Hummel,” he whispered to himself once in the bathroom, looking at his reflection,”He’s just a guy. He’s just a guy, and he wants to keep it casual, which is why he’s in my bed right now. But don’t freak out, that’s what casual people do. That’s fine. In fact, that’s great.”
He nodded at himself quickly before exiting the bathroom, only to find Blaine still in his bed.
This time, however, he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Hi.” Kurt said, not able to form any other coherent words.
“Hi!” Blaine piped back, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Kurt couldn’t get to his bed fast enough.
***
303.
Kurt felt like shit, to say the least.
Will Schuester’s new assistant was nothing like Blaine. It was a woman, and an older, heavier-set one at that, and though she was nice and polite enough, she just wasn’t Blaine. Not like Kurt wanted Blaine being around the office anymore or anything, of course. The new assistant just wasn’t as helpful, didn’t work as fast…but maybe that was just Kurt missing Blaine.
“So, did you get him back yet?” Finn asked eagerly, grinning.
“I’m working on it.” Kurt said, managing a somewhat half-hearted smile.
“You know, maybe you should write a book.” Finn suggested, shrugging. “The best way to get over someone is to put it into writing, you know. I think I read that somewhere.”
“Shit!” Kurt hissed as an e-mail popped up on his screen. “It’s Blaine.”
“So good to hear from you,” the e-mail said,”But I can’t this weekend. Maybe next weekend? I hope this means that you’re ready to be friends.”
Kurt frowned at the e-mail and, after a second or two of debating, deleted it.
***
87.
“You can’t be serious!” Kurt said, groaning and shaking his head.
“I am totally serious. I’m not kidding, I promise you.” Blaine insisted.
“Octopus’ Garden?” Kurt groaned.
“Yes!” Blaine said defensively, “Octopus’ Garden is the best Beatles song ever recorded.”
“Why don’t you just say ‘Piggies?’” Kurt said sarcastically
“Come on, I love Ringo Starr!” Blaine said.
“Nobody loves Ringo Starr.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
“That’s what I love about him!” Blaine said softly, smiling.
They stood there in the middle of the store for about half a second before Blaine spotted the adult section, marked by a sign and covered by a heavy curtain for a door. He looked back at Kurt, waggling his eyebrows, and Kurt shook his head violently, protesting already. Blaine didn’t care, though, and literally dragged him anyway, despite his struggling and harsh whispers of “Are you insane!?”
“This looks good,” Blaine said, pointing to one of the first movies he found once inside, “It’s got good reviews, too.”
Kurt just groaned.
They ended up on his couch later that night, watching gay shower porn. And, to be honest, though the porn itself wasn’t too great (Kurt had never been a big fan of pornography, honestly, and he hadn’t watched much of it without his thoughts trailing off into “What would his mother say?” or “How is that even possible?” and the very common “Now, why would you get a tattoo there?”), but what came of it certainly was.
“You know what?” Blaine commented in the middle of the movie, “That looks pretty doable.”
And that’s how they ended up having sex in Kurt’s shower- after a couple of failed attempts, of course, but nobody was perfect. Either way, it ended up being pretty amazing. Kurt was definitely not complaining, and he considered letting Blaine drag him into the adult section more often.
***
95.
“You see, the high-fashion market is really nice, and I like buying from it, but that stuff’s too mass-produced. Even the original and limited stuff is distributed multiple times, or copied by desperate wannabes, so it’s not really unique, you know? You have to go to the boutiques and the tailors, where the owners and designers really put their heart and soul into every piece of clothing, because every single one is completely original and, most of the time, custom-made for the customer. That’s where it’s all at.” Kurt said as he and Blaine walked down the streets, peering into the windows of various little clothing stores.
“This is a really awesome place to go,” Kurt said, stopping in front of a small boutique, “I just love the people who work here, you can really tell that they love what they do.”
Both women’s and men’s sweaters were on display, in abstract designs and styles. Blaine grinned. “Seems really cool,” he said, nodding appreciatively before Kurt dragged him off again.
“This is my favorite place to go,” Kurt sighed contentedly later on, as they stood in line at a small coffee shop, “They brew the best coffee ever, and it’s so much cheaper than Starbucks.”
Blaine nodded appreciatively, and when it was their turn to order, he jumped right in front of Kurt.
“One medium drip for me and a grande nonfat mocha for this lovely man right here,” he said to the barista with a smile and a wink before she could even say hello to him, let alone ask him what he wanted.
“You know my coffee order?” Kurt asked, eyebrows raised.
“Of course,” Blaine said, grinning and handing a ten to the cashier before giving Kurt a quick peck on the cheek.
“It’s my favorite place to think,” Kurt explained. Blaine had enquired as to why the coffee shop was his favorite place, aside from the coffee, which was quite good, “And I used to come here all the time and sketch. Plus, a lot of my favorite stores are near here, so I used to roam around and gather some ideas before coming back here and drawing them out. It’s just a really peaceful place, and time kind of slows down when you’re in here. The atmosphere is…nice.”
“What kind of stuff did you design?” Blaine asked after a sip of his coffee, “I mean, when you were still designing and stuff?”
“A little bit of everything,” Kurt said with a shrug, “I’m not that good, though.”
“Show me.” Blaine said, a small smile on his face. He reached into his pocket and produced a ballpoint pen.
“Right now?” Kurt asked, “But I don’t have any paper.”
“Use my arm,” Blaine answered, shrugging. He rolled up his sleeve and put his arm on the table in front of Kurt. “I’d love a tattoo of one of your designs.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, yet uncapped the pen. Blaine grinned like a little kid as he started roughly sketching a jacket that he’d seen in a store window. He hadn’t wanted to say anything to Blaine, who would’ve pressured Kurt to start designing again, but he’d been inspired by the way the straps and buttons looked, though totally off, and had been itching to draw something similar, with a few modifications that would make the design slightly more convenient to wear rather than constricting, while still pulling off the same look.
He sketched the design on Blaine’s arm relatively quickly, and after adding a few details, or as much as he could considering the materials he had at his disposal, and some shading, he was all finished. Smiling in satisfaction, he capped the pen again and handed it back to Blaine.
“I love it,” he said, smiling sweetly at Kurt.
***
109.
“It’s kind of messy,” Blaine said semi-nervously as they entered his apartment, “But it’s home.”
Kurt looked around the apartment as Blaine tidied up a few things that were really just fine, taking in every little detail: the way everything was so perfectly organized, and the decorations were vintage, old-fashioned. It was just so Blaine. The entire place smelled like him, and Kurt took a deep breath, a blissful look on his face. At first, Blaine shot him a confused glance, and then just shrugged.
For Kurt Hummel, this was the night that everything changed. That wall Blaine Anderson so often hid behind, the wall of distance and space, of casual…that wall was slowly coming down. For here was Kurt, in his world, a place few were invited to see with their own eyes, and here was Blaine, wanting him there. Him, and no one else.
They sat in Blaine’s bed for hours, whispering sweet nothings to each other (or telling stories about their childhoods, though the former sounded more romantic to Kurt) and just simply being together. There was little kissing, though when there was, it seemed to be everywhere but on the lips: cheeks, foreheads, fingertips, palms, wrists, shoulders, noses. There was, however a lot of touching. Their fingers often entwined, their ankles brushed against each other, their knees touched. It was like they were making sure that it was all real, that none of it was a dream. There were times during which neither boy would speak, but would look the other in the eyes and just smile. No words had to be said.
When they did start talking, though, it was mostly Blaine, and as he spoke, Kurt could see that wall he so often put up coming down, and it wasn’t just falling, it was tumbling. Blaine talked about his worst fears, his scariest dreams, and even went so far as to detail out to Kurt the distant relationship he’d had with his abusive father, his parents’ divorce, and his experience of being openly gay in high school like Kurt had been, the bullying and torment he had gone through there. Kurt wondered if anyone else had ever heard these stories, if anyone else had ever made it this far. The next six words that were spoken, though, changed everything.
“I’ve never told anybody that before.”
“Well, I guess I’m not just anyone.” Kurt whispered, a half-smile forming on his face before he raised Blaine’s hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly.
***
“So, what are you exactly?” Sam asked. They were sitting at the restaurant again for breakfast, and Kurt was trying his hardest not to talk to either Finn or Sam, concentrating instead on a game he was playing on his phone.
“I…I don’t know.” Kurt admitted.
“Are you his boyfriend?” Sam asked.
“It’s not that simple.” Kurt said, shaking his head.
“I’m sure it is.” Finn said, sitting down next to them.
“What, like, are we going steady? Come on guys, we’re adults. We know how we feel, we don’t need to put labels on anything, ‘boyfriends’ or whatever. All that stuff is really juvenile, you know? I’m not being promiscuous, I just don’t like having to label myself as belonging to anyone, you know. I’m a person, not a thing.”
“You sound like Blaine.” Finn said with a smirk.
“Okay, just stop bugging me, okay?” Kurt snapped, glaring at the two. “You guys both haven’t been in relationships since high school, so you’re not really in a position to bug me about mine. Just leave me alone.”
Sam and Finn collectively sighed and returned to their food.
***
118.
“So, what should I do?” Kurt asked.
He wasn’t supposed to be at Rachel’s rehearsal, he really wasn’t. She was rehearsing for a production of The Last Five Years(to her disappointment, she had not gotten a role in Phantom a few months before like she had hoped, but this opportunity had fallen into her lap and she had been more than willing to take it) , and though her male counterpart was currently working on one of his songs, she wasn’t really supposed to be chatting with her friend backstage.
“You should ask him.” Rachel said, obviously not caring that she could get in trouble for having Kurt with her.
“You see, it’s not that easy,” Kurt huffed, crossing his arms, “I mean, why rock the boat? If things are going well, and you start putting labels on it…that’s like the kiss of death, Rachel. Especially with gay guys. That’s like saying ‘I love you.’”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Rachel said knowingly. “Kurt, you need to ask him, I know you want to, I can tell. You just don’t want to destroy what you have, but you won’t. I promise. If anything, it will just clear up your situation. You deserve someone to love you, Kurt, and if Blaine isn’t doing that, then you should reconsider whatever it is you have with him.”
“Rachel Berry!” called someone, and Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically before turning and flouncing onto the stage like she owned the place.
Kurt laughed for a second before making his way out of the theater before someone could escort him out.
***
Kurt sighed heavily as he drove.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah,” Kurt replied quickly, faking a smile.
“You sure?” Blaine asked.
“Blaine, I gotta ask you something.” Kurt said slowly.
“What?” Blaine said.
“What are we, um…what are we doing?” Kurt asked.
“I thought we were going to the movies.” Blaine said cluelessly.
“I mean, what are we…what’s going on here…with us?” Kurt said.
“I don’t know.” Blaine said, grinning like an idiot. “Who cares? I’m happy, aren’t you happy?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said quickly, though this wasn’t really the way he had wanted the conversation to go. He gave up too easily when Blaine got semi-defensive like that.
“Good,” Blaine said.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Written for gleeatthemoviesgleeatthemovies,
Kurt Hummel of Lima, Ohio, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until he met his soulmate, thanks to hours of Disney movies and romantic Broadway musicals. The other boy, Blaine Anderson of Westerville, Ohio, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of his parents’ marriage, he’d believed that love didn’t exist. Kurt meets Blaine on January 8th in a New York office building. In an instant, he will know that Blaine’s the one he’s been looking for. But before they meet, you should know up front that this is not a love story.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee or (500) Days of Summer.
Spoilers: None for Glee, but the entire plot of (500) Days of Summer is completely spoiled. Direct lines from the movie are used frequently.
Warning: Some sexual themes and mild language.
MASTERPOST CAN BE FOUND HERE.
31.
“Hey,” Blaine said softly. Kurt looked up from the copies he was making and smiled.
“Hi,” he said simply.
They both stood in awkward silence for a second as they made their copies. Kurt started to make a remark about Friday, but he was cut off by Blaine walking up to him and simply kissing him right on the lips. It was a long kiss, and both of them got into it, Blaine throwing his arms around Kurt’s neck and Kurt placing his hands on Blaine’s hips. They barely broke apart, only to breathe before going in for another round of kisses. When they finally broke away, they stood there for a second, eyes closed, just breathing, before Blaine gave Kurt one last kiss and turned away, returning to his copies as if nothing had happened.
Kurt blinked slowly and picked up his copies, wondering what the hell had just happened.
***
“You son of a bitch,” Sam said quite loudly as Kurt let him into his apartment, “The same guy you’ve been obsessing over for weeks now?”
“I’ve not been obsessing!” Kurt whispered harshly, trying to shush him.
“The guy you said was way out of your league, that you didn’t even known played for your team until Friday night, that you’d never have a chance with in a million years, that guy.” Sam continued, loud as he had been before.
“Sam, seriously,” Kurt warned.
“Did you bang him?” Sam asked.
“No.” Kurt said, blushing.
“Blow job?” Sam asked.
“No.” Kurt snapped.
“Hand job?”
“No jobs, I’m still unemployed,” Kurt said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “We kissed.”
“Level with me, man,” Sam said, looking unimpressed, “Come on, this is your best friend you’re talking to. Your best friend who is straight, but tolerated you whining about this guy for weeks on end. You were essentially stalking him.”
“Sam, SHUT UP.” Kurt yelled. Just then, a door opened and Blaine came into vision, looking absolutely clueless.
“Hi,” he said, waving cheerfully.
“Hey,” Sam said, waving back a little awkwardly.
“I’m Blaine,” Blaine said, walking up to the two.
“Blaine,” Kurt repeated, pointing at Blaine.
“I’m Sam,” Sam said, sticking out his hand, which Blaine shook, saying “Hi, Sam. Nice to meet you.”
“Well, I gotta go,” Sam said after an awkward silence, “I’ve gotta do some…you know…Um, pretend I was never here.”
He disappeared from vision, and Kurt heaved a sigh of relief.
“Oh, wait, Kurt!” he said quickly, appearing again.
“If any jobs come up,” he said quietly, giving Kurt a knowing look.
“Thanks, Sam, see ya!” Kurt said a little too loudly, waving.
As soon as the heard the door close behind him, Blaine gave Kurt a look.
“He’s, uh…an old friend, ya know.” He explained, “If you heard any, uh…”
“Heard what?” Blaine asked, though he was grinning somewhat slyly.
“Nothing, do you wanna go?” Kurt said quickly, gesturing towards the door.
“Yeah, I’m stalking…I mean starving.” Blaine said, grinning devilishly. Kurt’s face drained of color as he followed Blaine out
***
282.
“Uh, Blaine? Our sink is broken! ” Kurt called out when he desperately turned the handles of the faucets and water didn’t come out.
He tried all of the others on display at the Ikea, but none of them worked, either, as they were just display sinks. He turned to Blaine, grinning goofily to see what his response was. However, Blaine was just staring off into the distance, a pretty morose look on his face. He sighed heavily and walked away, leaving Kurt wondering what was wrong.
***
34.
“What are we looking for again?” Kurt asked as they walked through Ikea.
“Trivets,” Blaine answered simply, smiling and looking around.
“Are you sure you don’t need to do a whole room? Because I’m pretty good at interior design, if I do say so myself,” Kurt said, looking longingly at modern couches in vibrant colors, muted bedspreads that gave off a sophisticated simplicity, chairs that would engulf a person when sat in.
“No, I’m fine,” Blaine answered, chuckling.
“Home, sweet home,” Kurt sighed, plopping down on a couch and propping his feet up on the quaint little coffee table in front of it.
“Our place really is lovely, isn’t it?” Blaine commented, sitting next to him.
“Yes,” Kurt agreed, grinning at him.
“Ooh, Idol’s on,” Blaine said, reaching forward and picking up the fake TV remote from the coffee table and pretending to turn on the TV.
“The TV’s not working.” He said with a fake pout when the television screen remained blank. Kurt just laughed.
“Well, I’m famished,” he commented, “Let’s eat.”
He got up, Blaine following him, and made his way over to a kitchen set, where he sat himself down at the head of the table. He grabbed a fork and a knife, and looked at Blaine expectantly.
“Mm, smells delicious,” he said, looking at Blaine.
“Oh, honey, that’s because it is delicious.” Blaine said, pretending to take something out of the oven and putting it on Kurt’s plate. “I made it myself.”
Kurt had to admit that he got butterflies when Blaine called him “honey,” even if it was just them pretending. Blaine calling him ‘honey,’ or any other pet names of the sort, for that matter, was definitely something he could get used to.
“Bald eagle,” Kurt said, looking down at the plate and grinning.
“Your favorite,” Blaine played along, moving to the other side of the kitchen as Kurt pretended to eat his dinner. Blaine tried to turn on the sink, but as it was just a display sink, and therefore wasn’t hooked up to anything, nothing happened, and he turned to Kurt, pretending to look frustrated.
“The sink’s broken!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Well, that’s okay,” Kurt said, getting up from his chair and walking to the kitchen next door, “That’s why we bought a home with two kitchens.”
“You’re so smart,” Blaine said, putting his hands on Kurt’s shoulders briefly, as if he was about to kiss him, before taking off skipping, “I’ll race you to the bedroom!”
Kurt laughed before running after him, because now Blaine was literally running through the store like a little kid, pushing past people and not even caring. He found a bedroom he liked and fell right down on the bed, breathing heavily from the effort of running. Kurt, upon catching up with him, slowly crawled onto the bed and hovered above him for a little while before settling next to him. They just stared at each other for a couple of seconds, simply breathing, before Kurt spoke.
“Darling,” he murmured, his mouth barely inches from Blaine’s, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but there’s a Chinese family in our bathroom.”
Blaine followed his gaze, to where there was indeed a Chinese family of five just standing there and watching them with evident disapproval. They quietly left after a few awkward chuckles and apologetic smiles from Kurt and Blaine, though they were obviously not impressed or amused. After the family was gone, Kurt and Blaine rolled onto their sides and stared into each others’ eyes for a while, taking in the moment.
“This is fun,” Blaine said, cracking an adorable smile that made Kurt’s heart melt.
“Thanks,” Kurt whispered, but by that time, Blaine was already pulling him in for a kiss by his collar. Kurt knew that they shouldn’t have been kissing so openly in the middle of such a public place, but he could have cared less, because Blaine’s lips felt amazing.
“Hey, um,” Blaine said after pulling away from the kiss, “I just want to tell you that I’m…I’m not…really looking for anything…serious. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” Kurt lied after a short silence, though he was crushed inside.
“Because some people kind of freak out when they hear that,” Blaine continued.
“Not me!” Kurt said a little too enthusiastically, his smile a little too big to be genuine. If Blaine noticed, though, he didn’t say anything.
“Are you sure?” Blaine asked, eyes growing wide.
“Yeah, this is totally casual,” Kurt confirmed, “We’ll take it slow.”
“No pressure.” Blaine said softly.
Just casual, Kurt told himself in his head, over and over, until it became a mantra. Even when Blaine held his hand in the middle of Ikea, he kept chanting it in his head. Just casual. Just casual. Just casual.
Just casual my ass, he thought later on as Blaine backed up into his bed, Kurt crawling on top of him, hungry and determined. After all, Blaine had been the one to start it, attacking him as soon as the door of Kurt’s apartment was closed behind them.
It was all too much, too fast. They were on Kurt’s bed, kissing, and though neither of them was trying to rip the other’s clothes off, Blaine was starting to run his hands down Kurt’s chest, and Kurt needed a moment to get himself together.
“Give me a second.” He said, kissing Blaine once more before getting up and heading for the bathroom.
“Okay, Hummel,” he whispered to himself once in the bathroom, looking at his reflection,”He’s just a guy. He’s just a guy, and he wants to keep it casual, which is why he’s in my bed right now. But don’t freak out, that’s what casual people do. That’s fine. In fact, that’s great.”
He nodded at himself quickly before exiting the bathroom, only to find Blaine still in his bed.
This time, however, he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Hi.” Kurt said, not able to form any other coherent words.
“Hi!” Blaine piped back, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Kurt couldn’t get to his bed fast enough.
***
303.
Kurt felt like shit, to say the least.
Will Schuester’s new assistant was nothing like Blaine. It was a woman, and an older, heavier-set one at that, and though she was nice and polite enough, she just wasn’t Blaine. Not like Kurt wanted Blaine being around the office anymore or anything, of course. The new assistant just wasn’t as helpful, didn’t work as fast…but maybe that was just Kurt missing Blaine.
“So, did you get him back yet?” Finn asked eagerly, grinning.
“I’m working on it.” Kurt said, managing a somewhat half-hearted smile.
“You know, maybe you should write a book.” Finn suggested, shrugging. “The best way to get over someone is to put it into writing, you know. I think I read that somewhere.”
“Shit!” Kurt hissed as an e-mail popped up on his screen. “It’s Blaine.”
“So good to hear from you,” the e-mail said,”But I can’t this weekend. Maybe next weekend? I hope this means that you’re ready to be friends.”
Kurt frowned at the e-mail and, after a second or two of debating, deleted it.
***
87.
“You can’t be serious!” Kurt said, groaning and shaking his head.
“I am totally serious. I’m not kidding, I promise you.” Blaine insisted.
“Octopus’ Garden?” Kurt groaned.
“Yes!” Blaine said defensively, “Octopus’ Garden is the best Beatles song ever recorded.”
“Why don’t you just say ‘Piggies?’” Kurt said sarcastically
“Come on, I love Ringo Starr!” Blaine said.
“Nobody loves Ringo Starr.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
“That’s what I love about him!” Blaine said softly, smiling.
They stood there in the middle of the store for about half a second before Blaine spotted the adult section, marked by a sign and covered by a heavy curtain for a door. He looked back at Kurt, waggling his eyebrows, and Kurt shook his head violently, protesting already. Blaine didn’t care, though, and literally dragged him anyway, despite his struggling and harsh whispers of “Are you insane!?”
“This looks good,” Blaine said, pointing to one of the first movies he found once inside, “It’s got good reviews, too.”
Kurt just groaned.
They ended up on his couch later that night, watching gay shower porn. And, to be honest, though the porn itself wasn’t too great (Kurt had never been a big fan of pornography, honestly, and he hadn’t watched much of it without his thoughts trailing off into “What would his mother say?” or “How is that even possible?” and the very common “Now, why would you get a tattoo there?”), but what came of it certainly was.
“You know what?” Blaine commented in the middle of the movie, “That looks pretty doable.”
And that’s how they ended up having sex in Kurt’s shower- after a couple of failed attempts, of course, but nobody was perfect. Either way, it ended up being pretty amazing. Kurt was definitely not complaining, and he considered letting Blaine drag him into the adult section more often.
***
95.
“You see, the high-fashion market is really nice, and I like buying from it, but that stuff’s too mass-produced. Even the original and limited stuff is distributed multiple times, or copied by desperate wannabes, so it’s not really unique, you know? You have to go to the boutiques and the tailors, where the owners and designers really put their heart and soul into every piece of clothing, because every single one is completely original and, most of the time, custom-made for the customer. That’s where it’s all at.” Kurt said as he and Blaine walked down the streets, peering into the windows of various little clothing stores.
“This is a really awesome place to go,” Kurt said, stopping in front of a small boutique, “I just love the people who work here, you can really tell that they love what they do.”
Both women’s and men’s sweaters were on display, in abstract designs and styles. Blaine grinned. “Seems really cool,” he said, nodding appreciatively before Kurt dragged him off again.
“This is my favorite place to go,” Kurt sighed contentedly later on, as they stood in line at a small coffee shop, “They brew the best coffee ever, and it’s so much cheaper than Starbucks.”
Blaine nodded appreciatively, and when it was their turn to order, he jumped right in front of Kurt.
“One medium drip for me and a grande nonfat mocha for this lovely man right here,” he said to the barista with a smile and a wink before she could even say hello to him, let alone ask him what he wanted.
“You know my coffee order?” Kurt asked, eyebrows raised.
“Of course,” Blaine said, grinning and handing a ten to the cashier before giving Kurt a quick peck on the cheek.
“It’s my favorite place to think,” Kurt explained. Blaine had enquired as to why the coffee shop was his favorite place, aside from the coffee, which was quite good, “And I used to come here all the time and sketch. Plus, a lot of my favorite stores are near here, so I used to roam around and gather some ideas before coming back here and drawing them out. It’s just a really peaceful place, and time kind of slows down when you’re in here. The atmosphere is…nice.”
“What kind of stuff did you design?” Blaine asked after a sip of his coffee, “I mean, when you were still designing and stuff?”
“A little bit of everything,” Kurt said with a shrug, “I’m not that good, though.”
“Show me.” Blaine said, a small smile on his face. He reached into his pocket and produced a ballpoint pen.
“Right now?” Kurt asked, “But I don’t have any paper.”
“Use my arm,” Blaine answered, shrugging. He rolled up his sleeve and put his arm on the table in front of Kurt. “I’d love a tattoo of one of your designs.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, yet uncapped the pen. Blaine grinned like a little kid as he started roughly sketching a jacket that he’d seen in a store window. He hadn’t wanted to say anything to Blaine, who would’ve pressured Kurt to start designing again, but he’d been inspired by the way the straps and buttons looked, though totally off, and had been itching to draw something similar, with a few modifications that would make the design slightly more convenient to wear rather than constricting, while still pulling off the same look.
He sketched the design on Blaine’s arm relatively quickly, and after adding a few details, or as much as he could considering the materials he had at his disposal, and some shading, he was all finished. Smiling in satisfaction, he capped the pen again and handed it back to Blaine.
“I love it,” he said, smiling sweetly at Kurt.
***
109.
“It’s kind of messy,” Blaine said semi-nervously as they entered his apartment, “But it’s home.”
Kurt looked around the apartment as Blaine tidied up a few things that were really just fine, taking in every little detail: the way everything was so perfectly organized, and the decorations were vintage, old-fashioned. It was just so Blaine. The entire place smelled like him, and Kurt took a deep breath, a blissful look on his face. At first, Blaine shot him a confused glance, and then just shrugged.
For Kurt Hummel, this was the night that everything changed. That wall Blaine Anderson so often hid behind, the wall of distance and space, of casual…that wall was slowly coming down. For here was Kurt, in his world, a place few were invited to see with their own eyes, and here was Blaine, wanting him there. Him, and no one else.
They sat in Blaine’s bed for hours, whispering sweet nothings to each other (or telling stories about their childhoods, though the former sounded more romantic to Kurt) and just simply being together. There was little kissing, though when there was, it seemed to be everywhere but on the lips: cheeks, foreheads, fingertips, palms, wrists, shoulders, noses. There was, however a lot of touching. Their fingers often entwined, their ankles brushed against each other, their knees touched. It was like they were making sure that it was all real, that none of it was a dream. There were times during which neither boy would speak, but would look the other in the eyes and just smile. No words had to be said.
When they did start talking, though, it was mostly Blaine, and as he spoke, Kurt could see that wall he so often put up coming down, and it wasn’t just falling, it was tumbling. Blaine talked about his worst fears, his scariest dreams, and even went so far as to detail out to Kurt the distant relationship he’d had with his abusive father, his parents’ divorce, and his experience of being openly gay in high school like Kurt had been, the bullying and torment he had gone through there. Kurt wondered if anyone else had ever heard these stories, if anyone else had ever made it this far. The next six words that were spoken, though, changed everything.
“I’ve never told anybody that before.”
“Well, I guess I’m not just anyone.” Kurt whispered, a half-smile forming on his face before he raised Blaine’s hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly.
***
“So, what are you exactly?” Sam asked. They were sitting at the restaurant again for breakfast, and Kurt was trying his hardest not to talk to either Finn or Sam, concentrating instead on a game he was playing on his phone.
“I…I don’t know.” Kurt admitted.
“Are you his boyfriend?” Sam asked.
“It’s not that simple.” Kurt said, shaking his head.
“I’m sure it is.” Finn said, sitting down next to them.
“What, like, are we going steady? Come on guys, we’re adults. We know how we feel, we don’t need to put labels on anything, ‘boyfriends’ or whatever. All that stuff is really juvenile, you know? I’m not being promiscuous, I just don’t like having to label myself as belonging to anyone, you know. I’m a person, not a thing.”
“You sound like Blaine.” Finn said with a smirk.
“Okay, just stop bugging me, okay?” Kurt snapped, glaring at the two. “You guys both haven’t been in relationships since high school, so you’re not really in a position to bug me about mine. Just leave me alone.”
Sam and Finn collectively sighed and returned to their food.
***
118.
“So, what should I do?” Kurt asked.
He wasn’t supposed to be at Rachel’s rehearsal, he really wasn’t. She was rehearsing for a production of The Last Five Years(to her disappointment, she had not gotten a role in Phantom a few months before like she had hoped, but this opportunity had fallen into her lap and she had been more than willing to take it) , and though her male counterpart was currently working on one of his songs, she wasn’t really supposed to be chatting with her friend backstage.
“You should ask him.” Rachel said, obviously not caring that she could get in trouble for having Kurt with her.
“You see, it’s not that easy,” Kurt huffed, crossing his arms, “I mean, why rock the boat? If things are going well, and you start putting labels on it…that’s like the kiss of death, Rachel. Especially with gay guys. That’s like saying ‘I love you.’”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Rachel said knowingly. “Kurt, you need to ask him, I know you want to, I can tell. You just don’t want to destroy what you have, but you won’t. I promise. If anything, it will just clear up your situation. You deserve someone to love you, Kurt, and if Blaine isn’t doing that, then you should reconsider whatever it is you have with him.”
“Rachel Berry!” called someone, and Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically before turning and flouncing onto the stage like she owned the place.
Kurt laughed for a second before making his way out of the theater before someone could escort him out.
***
Kurt sighed heavily as he drove.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah,” Kurt replied quickly, faking a smile.
“You sure?” Blaine asked.
“Blaine, I gotta ask you something.” Kurt said slowly.
“What?” Blaine said.
“What are we, um…what are we doing?” Kurt asked.
“I thought we were going to the movies.” Blaine said cluelessly.
“I mean, what are we…what’s going on here…with us?” Kurt said.
“I don’t know.” Blaine said, grinning like an idiot. “Who cares? I’m happy, aren’t you happy?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said quickly, though this wasn’t really the way he had wanted the conversation to go. He gave up too easily when Blaine got semi-defensive like that.
“Good,” Blaine said.