Catching Up (on things large and small)

[kneadyrn]

Kurt picked up the phone on the 2nd ring. It was Thursday night, the night they had dedicated to a weekly chat. Kurt would never admit it but he was starting to look forward to these evenings. Of the many things he missed about Blaine, talking to him every night was one of them. No one knew him like Blaine, at least that’s what he used to think before . . . before everything in his world imploded. When would he be able to let this go he wondered as he answered.

“Hey you.” Blaine chirped happily. “How are things in the big apple?”

“Doing pretty good. School is a real bitch as of late. Who knew studying performing art stuff could be so hard?” He settled back onto his bed, planning on a lengthy conversation.

“So what are you doing exactly? What’s making it so hard for you?” Blaine asked. Kurt almost blurted that at the moment, it was Blaine’s voice. Talking to Blaine whilst he was horny as all get out was probably not the smartest of ideas.

“It’s just learning all this stuff. Move your body this way, when you do the note, hit it this way. Don’t breath there. I don’t know if I am ever doing things right.” He sighed heavily.

“But you love every minute of it don’t you?” Blaine replied. “I can tell.”

“Yeah I do,” Kurt admitted. This had been what he had wanted for so long. “Just wait, you’ll see.”

“About that,” Blaine began.

“You’re not wanting to come here anymore?” Kurt asked, now suddenly concerned.

“No, I mean, yes I’ve applied but I am also applying to a couple of other schools, other performing arts schools. My parents and Sam thought I shouldn’t hedge my bets by only applying to NYADA.”

“Oh, I see.” Kurt was kind of surprised, he had just assumed that Blaine would be at NYADA. But then again, he could understand the Anderson’s concern. Isn’t that what he had done, placed all his bets on NYADA and it had almost backfired. “That’s probably smart. Maybe I should have done that but . . .” he shrugged.

“It all turned out.” Blaine finished. “NYADA is top of my list, but if I don’t get in, I hope I’ll have some other options.” Kurt let out a sigh of disbelief. Blaine was probably one of the most talented people he had ever come across so far in life, not just in Ohio but also here in New York. NYADA would be lucky to have him.

“I have a feeling NYADA will be begging you to come here. You’ll knock them dead at the audition. When is that by the way?” Blaine let out a sigh.

“Umm, 3 weeks I think. We’re flying up the night before, I have my audition early then flying up to Boston where I have another audition at Berklee and then the week after that, Michigan.”

“Wow.” Kurt replied, very impressed. “Berkley is a great school but isn’t it more of a music type school?”

“Well” another long sigh from Blaine, “I don’t know if I want to do just musical performance, sometimes I think I might want to write and maybe perform on the side. Broadway isn’t really my dream.”

“Oh,” Kurt said quietly. “What is your dream then?” He always thought, assumed really, that Blaine wanted to be on Broadway as much as he did. He knew that Blaine sometimes wrote music but Kurt never thought that Blaine took that all too seriously, at least he never seemed to.

“I’m not really sure. Music will be a part of it, either writing or performing it but then part of me likes the idea of teaching it too.” Blaine gulped hard, he had finally told Kurt what his real dream was. Seemed he was getting all sorts of things off his chest this week. But he had to admit, it felt amazing. “Sam says that the stuff I’ve written is pretty good.”

“That’s great, really.” Kurt hoped he sounded convincing. “I know you’ll be fantastic with whatever you decide. But you must know that NYADA has some great music courses.” He heard Blaine chuckle softly.

“Yes I am aware. Why do you think it’s still top of my list?” The line was quiet for a few moments. They both knew the real answer to that question.

“What time’s your audition?” Kurt asked as he fingered the duvet, tracing designs into it. “I’d like to see you beforehand.”

“Ten. Bright and early. Do you think that’s a good time?”

“You’ll be fine. What are you going to sing?” Kurt inquired.

Blaine hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before answering. “Not sure. Sam thinks I should do something modern, maybe something like ‘When I was your Man’. But then I think, they’ll probably want me to do something Broadway. And I don’t even know where to start with all those songs.” He gave a resigned sigh.

Kurt shook his head, Blaine probably didn’t have a clue about the irony of him singing that song. But then again, knowing Blaine, he knew exactly what he was saying. Blaine was downright devious when he needed to be. Sue Sylvester better watch out.

“Do ‘Something’s Coming’ from West Side Story.” Kurt said quickly. “You’ll knock their socks off with that.”

“You think?” Blaine asked. “ I hadn’t even thought of that one.” He had to hand it to Kurt, it was a good idea, he knew that song cold.

“The first time I saw you perform that . . ” Kurt began softly, thinking of that day he had snuck in and watched Blaine tryout, “You were amazing during that audition, there’s no way they were going to consider you for Bernardo after that.”

“You were there?” Blaine asked quietly. “You saw it? You never told me?”

“Yeah, and I was so jealous of how good you were, how you embodied Tony in that performance. After seeing you do that song, I knew there was no way in hell they would ever consider me for Tony.” He flopped back against his pillow. “You were Tony.” He thought back to that afternoon. How envious he had been of Blaine and his masculinity, and more importantly, his talent. After that day, he had resigned himself to the fact that he would probably not ever be leading man material, but whatever he was, he was going to be the damn best at it. His Officer Krupke had killed, that was a fact.

“Thanks Kurt, that’s a fantastic idea. Problem solved. I always know that you have the right answer.”

“So, what else is going on at Mckinley?” Kurt asked. He realized he needed to make more of an effort to find out what was going on with Blaine and his life, he owed him that much.

“Well, Mr Shue was out this week with the flu. . . “

“Did you send Tina over with the vapor- rub?” Kurt interjected wryly. Blaine chuckled quietly as he shook his head. Tina was never going to live that one down.

“No, god no. So Sam and I decided to lead the group, we did a week of guilty pleasures.”

‘Ohhh sounds good. What did you do?” Kurt was jealous, they never got to do something like that when he was in glee club.

“Sam and I did Wham and then I did Phil Collins.” Blaine explained happily. “The girls did Wannabe by the Spice Girls, and Jake did Bobby Brown, go figure. But Sam knocked it out of the park when he did Copacabana. Seems there’s a bunch of Fanilows in the group.” He was tempted to tell Kurt about the macaroni art that Sam did, but honestly, he didn’t think Kurt would believe him. It was kind of something that you had to see for yourself. He’d have to show him next time Kurt made it back to Lima.

“Sounds great.” Kurt tried to sound excited but quite frankly he was getting tired of hearing Sam’s name in the course of this conversation. He knew he had no right to be jealous, especially over a straight guy, but he was kind of feeling that way.

“And how are things going in your scheme to take down Sue?”

“Everything is still right on track with that. She has no idea what’s coming. I mean it Kurt. She has messed with me and the glee club for the last time. She cannot be allowed to continue this reign of terror.” Kurt could hear the anger in his voice. Sue had made a mistake in picking on Blaine, Kurt had never heard him more determined.

“Good luck with that.” Kurt murmured. He knew good and well how formidable an opponent Sue was. He had crossed her and come out okay but he knew there were plenty more who hadn’t. “And I am still waiting for a pic of you in your Cheerio outfit by the way.” Blaine laughed.

“I am not sure you can handle that much polyester.” He shuddered. “ I don’t know if anyone can. I miss natural fabrics.”

“Yeah I remember how much fun that uniform was to wear. Always felt like I lost five pounds every time I wore it.” Kurt wasn’t sure but he thought he still had that uniform somewhere. “Hey I’ve got to tell you the biggest news.”

“Do tell.” Blaine encouraged.

“Well, remember how I told you how Rachel and I kicked out Santana because of the way she was treating Brody? Seems she wasn’t too far off the mark when it came to him. She somehow managed to find out that he was working as a male escort. Can you believe that?”

“Um no, seriously?”

“Yeah she caught him red handed. Made him break up with Rachel and move out.” He had to hand it to Santana, she was nothing if not persistent. “So we asked Santana to come back because the rent is much more manageable with the three of us.”

“Does Rachel know? She must want to kill him.” Blaine was quite frankly shocked at this little tidbit of news. He hadn’t met Brody but based on what Kurt had said about him that did seem a bit out of character.

“I tried to make Santana keep it quiet until Rachel had her Funny Girl audition, but you know Santana, can’t keep her yap shut so of course she blurted it all out. Rachel didn’t believe her, of course, so she went and found Brody and they had it out and . . .” he sighed heavily. “And it’s over.”

“Wow.” Blaine muttered. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, well that’s life in the big city, right?” Kurt laughed like this was something that happened everyday but even he thought this was pretty out there.

“Hey I was thinking,” Blaine suddenly interjected. “What would you think if I stopped using so much hair gel? Sam thinks I might have an addiction to it.” Kurt raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh, um.” Kurt mumbled. “I hadn’t really given it much thought. Your hair is great, any which way you wear it.” Kurt thought back to all the times he had run his fingers through Blaine’s hair, often with gel, and sometimes with those loose curls that Blaine hated. “But just curious, why does it matter what Sam says?”

“He’s just been like a really good friend to me this year. Helping me out with things. And he said something the other day in gym about how much gel I use.” He toyed with his hair as he spoke.

“You look great with it or without it Blaine.” Kurt said quietly. “You always look amazing.” Kurt shut up quickly, realizing that he was probably saying too much.

“Even at prom last year?” They both laughed thinking about the events of that evening.

“Well, it might have been a bit poofier than usual, but there were extenuating circumstances. You can’t expect a killer hairstyle using a bathroom hand dryer. But you made it work.”

“I think about that night all the time. What we did afterwards.” His voice sounded wistful. “One of the best nights of my life.”

“Yeah, me too.” Kurt whispered. They were quiet for a few moments, both of them thinking back to that night, the things they had said, and done. Especially the things they had done, to each other. “You were incredible.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” Blaine remarked quickly. “Is it too unfriend like to tell you that I think of that night a lot, when I’m, um, when I need . . .” He was too embarrassed to tell Kurt that he used that memory when he masturbated, even after everything they had done and been through together, he still couldn’t tell him certain things.

“When you what?” Kurt teased. He knew exactly what Blaine was miserably trying to say. He thought Blaine might be surprised to learn he often used the same memory when he needed to get off. “And no, I think this is exactly the sort of things that bros should share with one another.” He placed heavy emphasis on the word bro.

“You know, don’t make me say it Kurt.” Blaine’s cheeks burned bright red.

“Tell me Blaine.” Kurt said huskily. Both of them sensed the change in the direction of the conversation immediately. Kurt knew this was probably a bad idea, but it had been over a month since he had gotten off with another person and he was so fucking horny and no one was home. “Tell me Blaine, what do you do?” His voice was calm and steely.

“When I jerk off I think of you and that night by the lake.” His voice was hesitant at first but he grew braver as he continued talking. “How you let me fuck you that night. How good it felt to be inside of you. I’ve never felt so alive.” Kurt’s breathing became more jagged. “Do you think of that night?”

“Yeah” Kurt admitted sheepishly. “It was pretty wild.” His right hand began casually stroking his dick through his trousers. “Are you touching yourself now?”

“Uh huh” Blaine replied. “Are you?”

“Yeah, you’re making me so hard.” His hand slipped under the waist band of his pants, wrapping his fist around his throbbing cock.

“Damn it Kurt, you’re getting me so hard too.” He stroked his dick which was already leaking in anticipation. He glanced over to the picture the two of them had taken on prom night, now nearly a year later. What he wouldn’t give to go back to that day.

“I wish I could feel your mouth on me.” Kurt muttered, his ministrations getting faster and faster. He closed his eyes and remembered back to the feeling of Blaine’s beautiful mouth encircling his cock. “You give the best blow jobs.”

“And I wish I could feel you beneath me, your body, your hair, your skin.” His breathing was growing more and more erratic by the second. “You take my breath away Kurt.” Kurt’s brain flashed back to the time when he had told Blaine the very same thing. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.

“I want to hear you cum Blaine.” Kurt panted. “Cum for me baby.” They both were quiet again, but they could hear each other’s labored breathing.

“I’m so close Kurt. Tell me some more. Make me cum.” Blaine pleaded as he quickened his stroke.

“Wish I could feel your cock inside of me, filling me up, making me feel so good.” He heard Blaine’s ragged breathing, knew he was close. “Come on baby, let me hear you cum.”

“Kuuuuuurrrtttt” Blaine moaned as he reached climax. The sound of his name coming from Blaine sent Kurt over the edge and a few moments later, he came silently into his own hand. Again, a silence settled between them, they both lay there, listening to each other’s breathing.

“That was nice” Blaine finally said.

“Yeah, I needed that.” Kurt said goofily. The idea that Kurt needed this filled Blaine’s heart with a flicker of hope. If he needed this from Blaine, then he obviously wasn’t getting it from anyone else. He had been wanting to ask Kurt about this Adam guy but he was afraid if he did, he might learn a lot more than he had bargained for. Still, it gave him a small sliver of hope in knowing that there were things that this Adam was not giving Kurt, things that he could.

“Me too” Blaine admitted. Sure he had his crush on Sam but he knew that nothing would ever come of it, Kurt was and would be the only man he would ever want to be with sexually. It would feel weird to think of Sam in sexual way. He had tried once and it had been quite disturbing on many levels.

“I guess I should probably let you go.” Kurt said quietly. “It’s getting late, and you’ve got school in the morning.”

“Yeah” Blaine murmured as he tried to clean himself up a bit. “Kurt,” he said quickly.

“What?”

“Thanks”

“For what?” Kurt replied.

“Not hating me, for being my friend.” His tone was remorseful.

“Yeah.” Kurt said stoically. He could never hate Blaine, as much as he had tried. There was too much there, too much good stuff that far outweighed the terrible thing he had done. “I’ll talk to you next week okay?”

“Sounds good. It’s a date. And thanks again for the advice about the audition and the other stuff.” He smiled into the phone. “You always know how to make me feel so much better.” They both laughed softly.

“Ditto” Kurt said as he gazed out the window. “And I’ll be expecting that picture of you in your Cheerio uniform soon, right?”

“I’ll get right on it. Good night Kurt. Talk to you soon.” Blaine said solemnly. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too.” Kurt whispered right before hanging up.

“I love you.” Blaine said as he stared longingly at the photos next to his bedside. He prayed that Kurt had heard those words.

“Me too” Kurt whispered into the darkness of his apartment, although he didn’t quite know what he was responding to.