Fic: Never Want To Come Down (Glee - Kurt/Blaine)
Title: Never Want To Come Down (Down Series - Part 1)
Author: shighola
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: R
Word Count: 6857
AN: Kurt and Blaine POV.
My first Glee fic, w00t! This is part 1 of a trilogy. Parts 2 and 3 will be posted later this week. Set during the summer so AU after 2x22.
I started this back in August and didn’t think I would finish. Big thanks to nickey33 for cheerleading and tough love. Beta’d by nickey33, fourfreedoms and regala_electra. Title taken from the Depeche Mode song, Never Let Me Down Again.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine take off for a weekend in New York to see the McQueen exhibit.
Early August 2011
The summer has not been at all like Kurt imagined. His interest in Pip Pip Hooray waned after a few weeks of work with little feedback. Blaine did not get the job at Six Flags - thankfully because six weeks of his boyfriend being in another state would’ve been too much to bear. But his lack of employment meant that Mr. Anderson had drafted his son to help out in his law office. His dad stressed that this kind of hands-on experience would look good on his college applications and ensure his acceptance into the best pre-Law programs. Apparently Mr. Anderson was the only person unaware that Blaine had no intention of studying Law.
Between Blaine’s endless hours at the firm and Kurt’s shifts at the garage (he was saving money both for New York and for his fall wardrobe) the boys were reduced to just a few hours in person on the weekends. It wasn’t nearly enough.
So when they’re talking one night and Kurt explained what a travesty it is he’ll never have a chance to see the McQueen exhibit with his own eyes and how everyone is raving about how amazing and life-changing it was and oh my god it was the final weekend and the Met expected their largest crowds ever, it was perfectly natural to just decide to go. That’s the kind of thing impulsive teenagers did during the summer, right? Sneak off with their boyfriends. Maybe not cross-country, but the theory still stands. He doesn’t know why Blaine was surprised at all.
“Let’s just go.”
“What? Go to New York?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
“There’s no way your Dad will let us go to New York. Alone.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, “that would be why we won’t tell him.”
Kurt deliberated the best possible cover story, but that proved unnecessary when his dad announced that he and Carol were going away for the weekend to visit her sister and niece. With Finn gone to a pre-season football camp, he would be left all alone in the house. No one to notice whether or not he was actually in the house. Its as though the fates aligned for his New York rendez-vous. Once Blaine figured out what he would tell his parents they could be on their way.
“So what’s your story?”
“What do you mean,” Blaine asked.
“I mean what are you going to tell your parents?”
Blaine is silent for a long moment. “They won’t care. They never ask questions.”
Kurt didn’t know what to say. He knew Blaine’s relationship with this parents wasn’t the best but to hear that they ignored him caused actual pain in Kurt’s chest. Suddenly Blaine’s intense need to be accepted and liked made so much sense.
“I don’t think they really want to know. It’s good though, otherwise I wouldn’t get to spend nearly as much time with you and that would be a travesty,” Blaine tried to joke.
Kurt played along, “well I knew there was a silver lining.”
Just to be safe, Kurt spun a tale of a possible weekend trip to Six Flags - so chosen because it was sufficiently far away to necessitate an overnight trip (or at least a very late arrival back) as opposed to the more logical choice of Cedar Point which was actually in the right direction but far too close. Permission secured, Kurt packed carefully so it wasn’t obvious he’d taken anything if anyone thought to check his closet.
**********
Kurt laid in bed staring at the ceiling, just as he had been for the last few hours. It was well past midnight but he hadn’t slept at all. He couldn’t stop thinking. Thinking about New York. Thinking about being with Blaine in New York. About the McQueen exhibit. Even if they got caught it would be worth it. So worth it to have uninterrupted time with his boyfriend in New York of all places.
So here he was. Not sleeping. He rolled over, reaching onto the nightstand for his phone and quickly texted Blaine.
Are you awake?
Am now. What’s wrong.
Nothing just can’t sleep. Too excited … would you mind if we left earlier?
Earlier?
Yeah. Now. I mean, can we leave now. I’ll drive, you can sleep. I’m wide awake. I just want to go. Now. Is that okay?
He lay there in the dark, waiting for Blaine’s response. Maybe it was too much. He should probably close his eyes - try and rest a little and let Blaine sleep. New York wouldn’t be any fun if his boyfriend was half asleep and grumpy. He tapped his phone to check the time - 2:13am. Oh my god it’s the middle of the night. He was a terrible boyfriend! He opened the message app to apologize and tell Blaine to go back to sleep, when a new text appeared. Quickly followed by another.
K.
Already packed. Just text when you’re here.
Kurt grinned. He had the sweetest, most accommodating boyfriend in the whole world. And they were going to New York. Together!
He jumped out of bed and put on the driving outfit he had lain out a few hours earlier. Chosen for comfort, fabrics that would deal well with being in a car for ten plus hours, but still fashionable. He didn’t spend much time on his hair for the same reason and was soon out of the door, checking twice to make sure the house was secured.
There was no traffic late at night, so he pulled in front of the Anderson’s home less than 20 minutes later. He parked on the curb and turned off his lights just in case Blaine’s parents were up. He texted and within a few minutes Blaine exited the house with a small case. Once he was settled in the car, Kurt leaned over to kiss his obviously still half-asleep boyfriend, made sure his seatbelt was fastened and then they were off.
**********
The drive was uneventful. Just the steady progression from the Ohio Turnpike to the Pennsylvania Turnpike. His sleep mix played quietly as he drove. There weren’t many cars on the road this late at night, mostly trucks. He stuck to the inner lane, the repetition of the dotted line the only break from smooth asphalt.
Sunrise was magnificent. Driving east, the car seemed to meet the sun as it rose. From the first glimpse of pink and orange breaking on the horizon to the yellow blaze of the sun high in the sky, Kurt couldn’t remember ever having witness a full sunrise.
He looked over at Blaine fast asleep in the passenger seat. The sun seemed to make him glow and brought out the highlights in his curly, ungelled hair. If he wasn’t driving he definitely would’ve taken a picture to capture the moment.
Midway through Pennsylvania, hours after the sun had fully risen, they stopped for coffee and some approximation of breakfast. He said nothing as Blaine gorged himself on greasy fast food. Restraining himself to one pointed glance between the heart attack on a plate and his yogurt and semi-fresh fruit.
Awake and caffeinated, Blaine took over driving. He popped his iPod in the dock and cued up his driving playlist - a mix of songs they’d sung together or at one another and ones that simply reminded him of Kurt.
Blaine belted out Teenage Dream of course. And a few other pop hits - some Pink, more Katy Perry, Britney, even Taylor Swift. Kurt side-eyed most of his choices, deliberating how best to give his boyfriend a much-needed musical intervention. So he’s surprised and pleased when Blaine shot him a meaningful look and sang something distinctly not Top 40.
Butterflies turn into people
When my boy walks down the street
Maybe he should be illegal
He just makes life too complete
Amazing he’s a whole new form of life
Blue eyes blazing
And he’s going to be my wife
Eventually Kurt put his iPod back on the dock. As expected he sang a few Broadway hits and some epic ballads before he stunned Blaine with some Joni Mitchell.
Do you want, do you want, do you wanna dance with me baby
Do you wanna take a chance on
Maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well come on
All I really, really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and you too
The singing was fun but mostly they just enjoyed the quiet time together, relaxed in the warm car. They made the journey as quick as possible, stopping only when absolutely necessary to refuel and visit the bathroom. Soon enough they’d left Pennsylvania behind. A quick trek through New Jersey, then they were exiting the Holland Tunnel into midtown Manhattan.
**********
Kurt had found them a room in a cute, boutique hotel in Hell’s Kitchen. They stopped there briefly to drop off the car, check-in and freshen up before hailing a cab to the Met. As the car sped through the city, he took in the sights as Times Square gave way to the more business-oriented Midtown then the quiet elegance of the Upper East Side. Museum mile suddenly made sense as he watched them pass from view.
They arrived at the Met and he grabbed Blaine’s hand, quickly navigating the crowd looking for the end of the nearest line. He’d read online about the three hour wait and immense crowds, but he was still surprised by the sheer number of people. At least two lines weaved along the sidewalks and pavilion in front of the museum on both sides leading up to the entrance.
“Wow. I know you said it would be really crowded but this is ridiculous.” Blaine looked around, overwhelmed at the sheer number of people in line.
“I know. The Met is extending their hours until midnight tonight and tomorrow for the first time in history just to accommodate the crowds.”
Blaine hummed a noise of assent, just taking in the spectacle. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kurt dig through his messenger bag.
“Okay, I have water, magazines and sunscreen. Do you need anything?”
“No I’m good.”
Surprisingly the line moved steadily. As they stood Blaine found himself people-watching. There were the expected fashionistas and artsy types, but also a lot of families and average joes - people he wouldn’t assume were interested in a McQueen exhibit.
“Fashion may not appeal to everyone but these are works of art that most people would never have a chance to see in person otherwise,” Kurt responded when he asked about the popularity of the exhibit.
That was one of the things he loved most about him, that Kurt was so passionate, but also that he could convey the artistic merit in a way that anyone could understand and appreciate whether or not they cared for the medium. He’d once overheard him talking to Finn about interior design and how color tones and furniture placement set the mood for a room. His step-brother had listened closely and considered his suggestions to make his room more “homey.”
They stood in line waiting. Then waited some more. The NYPD came by with someone who presumably worked for the museum and they spent a good forty-five minutes setting up barricades and reorganizing the line. People around them ventured to nearby food trucks and made meals out of hotdogs, bottled water and artisan ice cream. And still they waited. Surprisingly no one got impatient or angry. They just stood making conversation with their neighbors and shuffled forward whenever the line advanced.
Finally they made it to the steps, then the doors of the museum. After paying they went to the second floor and got in another line that stretched, winding around that level. Blaine sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’re halfway there now,” Kurt said. He looked over at Blaine who had brightened as though they were mere minutes not over an hour from actually entering the exhibit.
“I know. These lines are just unreal,” he replied.
Blaine nudged Kurt.
“What?”
“Isn’t that that actor from that show?”
“Where?” Kurt stepped closer following my line of sight. “Oh, it is.”
The girl in front of them turned, also looking in that direction. “Oh it’s the guy from the British show. The one on BBC America.”
“Yeah he was also in that one on HBO. The one set in prison. I only saw a couple of episodes, too violent. But I remember seeing him in that,” Kurt responded.
“Yeah, even the promos freaked me out.” She turned fully and smiled. “I’m Tia, by the way.”
Kurt shook her hand, “I’m Kurt, and this my boyfriend, Blaine.”
“It’s nice to meet you both.”
They chatted with Tia as they made their way through the line. She was a design major who’d flow up from Georgia for the day just to see the exhibit.
“Wow. I thought we were the craziest, driving 10 hours each way. Are you even staying the night,” Kurt joked.
“Nope. I have an eight o’clock flight and should be back home by eleven.”
“That is true dedication. I commend you.”
Tia and Kurt became fast friends. They quietly mocked a few adventurously attired individuals. And gossiped about the latest issues of Vogue and Marie Claire. It definitely helped to pass the time. Blaine listened with half an ear and shared looks of solidarity with people as they passed them again and again weaving through the upper level of the museum.
The crowd tensed with anticipation once the exhibit came into view. They were literally roped back until enough of the crowd had cleared the show entrance. And then they were in!
It was chaos. There was no discernible flow as people crowded to see the garments on display, paused to watch videos from some of the runway shows and read plaques describing the designer’s thoughts on his collections and influences.
He quickly lost Kurt in the crowd as he dove right in. Blaine hung back, taking his time. Trying to ignore the press of bodies as much as possible.
He was a little familiar with McQueen from Vogue and of course, the pieces Kurt owned. It wasn’t his style, too flashy and impractical. The sort of thing that worked on the runway but you couldn’t wear real life. Only fearless people like Kurt could get away with that.
He started at the beginning, reading the quotes from McQueen himself, then the clothes. He was struck first with the precision of the tailoring on each piece, how carefully each one was constructed. As he took in each collection his respect for and interest in the designer grew. Blaine certainly didn’t understand all the subjects which inspired him or why but from these ideas and feelings he’d created clothes that were romantic and powerful and visceral. Not unlike a certain someone dear to his heart.
He was awed by McQueen’s vision - how he was able to create innovative new shapes and silhouettes or use non-traditional materials to create something beautiful. There was a dress made out of balsa wood that was stunning - light and airy - and Blaine couldn’t imagine how someone would begin to create that from wood. Or even conceive of trying.
Some of the accessories were a little too sexual and fetish-y for him to be comfortable with. Lots of leather, tight bodices and metal bones complete with tail. It did explain a few of the things in Kurt’s closet though. He hadn’t quite worked up the courage to ask, but he’d been more than a little surprised when he’d across while helping Kurt with his spring closet reorganization.
They hadn’t gone all that far yet - just making out and some rubbing together through their clothes. Once he’d actually gotten his hand down Kurt’s pants and on his cock. It was amazing for the few rushed minutes they had, but he would’ve liked to have seen it. Hell he’d like to see all of Kurt. Any of Kurt. They don’t get much time together, plus some member of Kurt’s family was always around. It was like they had some sixth sense. Every time they laid a finger on each other, Finn would pop up with some random question or Burt would casually wander by and glance at them meaningfully. Carol was the only who wasn’t actively cockblocking them, but even she had strategically asked for Kurt’s assistance in the kitchen on occasion.
They would be alone that night though, something Blaine was really looking forward to. Not to perv, but just to have some time with his boyfriend. A place where they could close the door and just be alone.
He blinked, snapping out of the daydream and refocusing on the exhibit. Finished, Blaine made his way back through the rooms looking for Kurt. He found him admiring a black, Tim Burton-inspired dress with intricate beadwork.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he stepped close and took Kurt’s hand.
“Are you waiting for me?”
“Yeah but take your time. We’re not in a rush.”
“Ugh. Tell that to these people,” Kurt replied as a woman pushed into him.
“I’m not sure they’d listen.” He leaned closer and whispered, “Apparently New Yorkers are kind of pushy.”
Kurt laughed and they braced themselves as someone else squeezed past. “As much as I’d like to stay and look at these clothes forever, the crowd is kind of getting to me. I just want to go back to a few pieces then we can go, ok?”
“I’m fine. Seriously, we can stay as long as you like.”
Kurt smiled and squeezed his hand for a moment. “You really are a wonderful boyfriend, you know that?”
“Well I try. Gotta keep up with you.”
While he waited, Blaine wandered back to the end of the exhibit and bought a copy of the commemorative book. The show was incredible and he was sure Kurt would want more than his memories once he was back home.
He found a quiet corner with some wall to lean against and read the preface and introduction. He was amazed to find out the whole first room consisted of clothes McQueen created for his graduate thesis. The dress Kurt had just been admiring was one of a few pieces that still existed from his first collections - clothes he made when he was essentially squatting and created from money McQueen had scraped together and donated scraps. And they were incredible! Detailed and meticulous, truly works of art. Blaine read about how McQueen revolutionized fashion and created such mesmerizing garments while at such low moments personally. He read about how he was a force to be reckoned with but also very vulnerable, only trusting those closest to him and often isolating himself. Blaine’s stomach churned, uncomfortable with all the parallels he could see between Kurt and McQueen. He wondered if Kurt felt such a deep connection to the designer for reasons beyond fashion.
By the time they left the museum it was early evening, but there were still a few hours of sun left. They got a cab and headed back to Hell’s Kitchen. Approaching the hotel they passed a number of restaurants, especially Thai restaurants. There were seriously two on each block. It was crazy! Deciding to do like the Romans, they went for Thai and sat in the open window enjoying a leisurely meal and watching the people stroll past. They were lots of couples. Lots of male couples, strolling hand in hand. Blaine released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and reached across the table taking Kurt’s hand. They shared a smile full of contentment, for being together and for where they were at the moment.
“So what do you want to do now,” Blaine asked.
“Hmmm?”
“What do you want to do now? We have the whole evening. Is there anything else you’d like to do?”
“Oh.” Kurt laughed a little and admitted, “I hadn’t really thought past the exhibit.”
“You’re right. I hadn’t thought about it either, but we could - no that probably wouldn’t - nevermind.”
“What? Tell me.”
“Ok, well you know how we talked about going to that gay club in Columbus that has 16 & over nights? Well I just thought, we’re in New York. There’s tons of gay clubs here and maybe we could go. To one. And dance and stuff. It would be nice to go out and do that like everybody else.”
“Oh since we’re gay and in New York we have to go to a club?” Kurt rolled his eyes. “You may have forgotten but we’re not eighteen yet. I’m not sure we could even get in.”
Blaine nodded, “No, I know. It was a dumb idea. I just wanted-”
He felt Kurt’s hand on his cheek and looked up. “Listen to me. It’s not a dumb idea. It sounds wonderful. And I’d love to at least try.” Looking into Kurt’s eyes Blaine hoped his own were conveying all the love he felt. How he made him feel complete in a way no one else ever had.
“We could head down to the village, walk around Christopher Street and check out Stonewall. That’s our history and we should honor it,” Kurt continued.
“Absolutely. That sounds perfect.”
**********
Once they reached the hotel, they stopped at the reception desk and picked up a few fliers for clubs and other gay spots of note. Back in the room, they had to take turns in the bathroom to get ready and Kurt kept fussing with his hair. Blaine was sitting on the bed going through the various brochures when Kurt poked his head out. “I didn’t really bring any clothes for clubbing.”
Blaine took in what Kurt was wearing - black skinny jeans, McQueen belt, light blue short-sleeved button down that emphasized both his eyes and his biceps and knee-high boots. Flamboyant as ever.
“You look amazing. Like always. Definitely club-worthy.”
Kurt blushed and went back to whatever he was doing with his hair, a little smile on his face. Blaine smiled to himself, happy.
Kurt joined him on the bed and Blaine showed him what he’d found.
“No. I am not going to the Cock, Dick’s Bar or anyplace called the Manhole. Absolutely not.”
“Ok how about the Urge or the Monster,” Blaine teased. The look Kurt gave him in return might legitimately be classified as a weapon.
“Blaine.”
“Sorry. Look there are a bunch of less explicitly named options. There’s even bunch near here. And a couple of cabarets. We could maybe sing together.”
“Singing with you is always wonderful, but we do that all the time. Let’s go somewhere we can dance.”
So decided they noted a few options and headed out.
**********
They took the subway downtown since it wasn’t far and neither of them had ever ridden it before. It was exciting, albeit dirty. And a little smelly.
Soon enough they exited at Christopher Street and looked around. They found the Stonewall Inn right away and snapped a few pictures, then went inside. They were struck by how small it was. There were a few people at the bar drinking, but no one really spared them a second glance. They probably looked like the tourists they were with their cameras out, each trying to imagine the gay street boys and drag queens crowded into the space on that fateful night in 1969. The pitched battle with the cops spilling out to the street and the adjacent park.
They went back outside and crossed the street to the park, admiring the memorial to the riots. They took pictures of the statues and each other sitting on the benches next to the idealized figures, connecting themselves to history.
Hand-in-hand they walked down the street to the Oscar Wilde Bookshop. Again they were amazed at how little the space was. Although it was tough to be a gay kid outside of the big cities and even sometimes in them, it was a revelation to realize just how small and few in number were the places gay people had to be together. To be safe. To establish community before Stonewall. It was humbling. And made them appreciate what they had and each other so much more.
Eventually the sun went down and they were tired of wandering. They consulted their list of possible clubs and checked to see which was closest and headed in that direction.
They approached the door and eyed the bouncer warily. There were a few people ahead of them so they waited and moved forward when it was their turn. Pulling out their wallets, Blaine opened his mouth to ask if there was a cover, but was stopped by the bouncer. The bouncer who looked them up and down and stared for a long minute before barking, “Under 21 get stamped to the right.”
Blaine blinked and grabbed Kurt’s hand hurrying through the door before the bouncer changed his mind. They got stamped and stepped into the club proper. The music which had been audible outside was almost deafening inside. They stood just inside the doors and took in the space - a bar to the left and another in back, large dance floor out front, tables and booths to the side, an upper level and then were those guys dancing in cages? Oh my god there were actual go-go boys. He nudged Kurt and gestured up, watching his mouth drop open once he spotted them.
“I thought that was just a stereotype,” Kurt hissed in his ear.
He shrugged, “I guess it’s a stereotype for a reason.”
They claimed a table and sat, checking out the crowd. It was young, ethnically diverse, and chatty.
**********
Blaine leaned over. “I’m gonna head to the bar, get some soda. You alright here?” Kurt nodded and he left.
Blaine approached the bar and waited patiently until a space opened up. He stepped forward and got the bartender’s attention, ordering their drinks. As he waited someone came up next to him. Very close to him.
“Hi, I’m Marcus.” Blaine looked over at the guy invading his personal space and nodded. He’s attractive, definitely not approaching Kurt levels of beauty, but he’s easy on the eyes. A few inches taller than him with sandy brown hair styled to look messy.
“Hi Marcus, nice to meet you.” He offered his hand and then his name, “Blaine.”
Marcus looked him over head to toe, making no effort to disguise it. Blaine felt naked, maybe even a little violated by how frankly he was examined. Marcus shot him what he supposed is a charming grin, but all Blaine thought was that it didn’t come close to Kurt’s toothy smile that lights up his eyes.
“So Blaine, can I buy you a drink.”
“No thank you, I actually just ordered.”
“Well then maybe we could go somewhere and,” Marcus leaned closer and put a hand on his arm, “chat.”
Blaine shrugged off the hand and tried to put some space between them. “Uh no. Thank you.”
“You sure?” Marcus asked trying to look coy.
“Yes, quite sure. I’m actually here with my boyfriend.”
Marcus dropped the flirty smile, “Whatever. Your loss.” He turned and walked off.
Blaine couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow. Welcome to New York.”
He paid for the drinks and headed back to the table where Kurt was dealing with his own admirer. Once he sat, Kurt pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Oh there you are. Jack was it? This is my boyfriend, Blaine. Blaine, this is Jack.”
"Hi Jack." Blaine met his eyes trying to project a calm, unthreatened aura. Jack was gorgeous - tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned with big brown eyes and a wide smile. He looked like a model and from what Blaine could see had a body to match.
He wasn’t surprised. At all. People may not know what to make of Kurt in Lima, Ohio but Blaine had always been sure he would be a big hit in New York or any other city with a sizable gay community. He needed to get used to this now because if they last long enough to move together next year, this would become Blaine's reality. An endless parade of beautiful boys throwing themselves at his boyfriend. He sighed and tuned back into the conversation.
"So what brings you to New York?" Jack asked.
"We came to see the McQueen exhibit."
"Oh, that's nice. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much." Blaine's never seen Kurt talk so little. Especially about fashion. He's not sure what to do.
Jack turned to him, "What about you Blaine?"
"It was incredible. I mean, I knew of McQueen of course, but I just kind of thought of him as that guy that did crazy things on the runway and made impractical clothes. I never realized how much effort and passion went into his clothes and just how exquisitely they were tailored. Some of the things he used for inspiration didn’t seem like fashion to me, but he managed to make these beautiful garments that conveyed such emotion. They’re like works of art. Causing a response in everyone who views them.”
Blaine took a breath, realizing he’d been rambling. He looked over at Kurt, who was looking back at him with wonder and joy and love shining in his eyes. Blaine couldn’t look away. He jumped when Jack cleared his throat.
“Yeah, so it was nice meeting you both. I’m just gonna … go now. Bye.” With a nod Jack disappeared into the crowd.
They laughed and Blaine told Kurt about Marcus at the bar. They sipped their drinks and bounced to the music, content to watch the crowd for a bit. Blaine thought about asking Kurt to dance, but decided to wait. They were comfortable right then. And they had all night. There’s plenty of time for dancing.
Eventually Gaga comes on and Kurt dragged Blaine onto the dance floor. They squeezed into the middle and started dancing. Well Kurt started dancing and Blaine swayed a bit while watching him shake and move in a way that made him think of other things. Things he would really like to do. With Kurt. It’s not a conscious decision when Blaine kissed him. Hard. With tongue. And fervor.
Kurt pulled away from the kiss when he couldn’t resist the need to breathe any longer. "What was that for?"
"Because you’re hot and and I love you. So much."
His boyfriend was so painfully earnest sometimes. It was adorable. Kurt smiled, "Well. Okay then."
He started moving again, Blaine in his arms and they danced like that for the rest of the night. Close together. Hips in rhythm and trading kisses. The dance floor got more crowded as the night went on, filled with boys and the odd girl. Lights flashed and everyone started to sweat as the temperature rose. Bodies were heaving, grinding and shirts came off but Kurt had eyes for none of that. Just the boy in his arms, smiling and looking back at him.
**********
It was late when they got back to the hotel, but the streets were still full of people. They rode up to the room in silence and took turns changing in the bathroom. Kurt skipped his moisturizing regimen and slipped into the bed beside Blaine after turning out the light.
Blaine immediately snuggled into him and Kurt took a moment to just breathe him in, savoring the feel of him in his arms. Reaching down, he tilted Blaine’s face up from where it was buried in his neck, and kissed him. It was soft. Just a fleeting brush of their lips. He did it twice, three times before Blaine opened his mouth, deepening the kiss.
They kissed for long minutes breaking away for breath only when absolutely necessary. Kurt reveled in this opportunity to kiss his boyfriend as much as he’d like without fear of interruption. They could maybe even, possibly, try some of the other things he’d been thinking about. If Blaine wanted to. Or they could just kiss like this until they can’t stand it anymore. Whatever. As long as they did something.
He kissed his way across Blaine’s jaw to that spot below his ear. The one that made him moan loudly and almost got them caught every time. Kurt didn’t shush him this time. Instead he sucked at the spot and bit gently, wringing even louder sounds out of his boyfriend. Sounds that went straight to his cock.
He clutched Blaine tighter, sliding his hands under his shirt, bunching it up under his arms as he stroked his chest and back. Blaine gripped his hips tightly and Kurt felt him, hard against his thigh. He reclaimed Blaine’s mouth and those hands slid to his ass and squeezed, causing Kurt to moan into the kiss.
Blaine tore his mouth away, “Can - can I see you?”
“Huh?” Kurt shook his head trying to get some blood back into his brain so he could make sense of the words.
“Can I see you?” He tugged a little at Kurt’s shirt. “Y’know, without your clothes.”
“Oh. Yeah. Ok, but I wanna see you too.” He couldn’t believe he was blushing now. After practically frotting a minute ago. Damn his fair skin.
Blaine nodded and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. Kurt followed suit. They took a minute to admire each other. They’d done this much before, but only a few times so the allure hadn’t worn off yet.
Kurt took a breath and decided to be brave. He reached down and slid his sleep pants off quickly. And Blaine just stopped. Stopped breathing, stopped moving. It went on long enough that Kurt started to worry that he was having a stroke. But then he breathed in suddenly and blinked, before he shucked his own pants. Then it was Kurt’s turn to stare. At his gorgeous boyfriend. Who was naked. And in the bed with him. It was almost too much.
Kurt reached out a hand and slid it down Blaine’s chest, not stopping until his fingers were curled around his cock. Blaine made a strangled sound as he began to stroke slowly. It was a bit awkward trying to do the reverse of what he was used to but Kurt quickly got the hang of it and gripped him tighter, stroking with more surety. Blaine closed his eyes, panting as he clutched Kurt’s waist.
His moans got louder and longer as Kurt continued. He watched, mouth dry, as his boyfriend fell apart under his hands. It felt good. Doing this to him and for him. Kurt felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest with all the love he has for this boy.
Blaine suddenly opened his eyes and gasped, “Wait, wait.” He pulled away a little and Kurt stopped stroking. Reluctantly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s good. So good. I just, I just wanna try something. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Blaine gently pushed him onto his back and kissed him. Kurt relaxed into the kiss, moaning softly. He then kissed down Kurt’s neck, his chest, nipped at his belly button and breathed over his cock. Kurt jerked from the sensation and Blaine grabbed his hips, pushing down gently.
“Hold still.”
Kurt didn’t have a chance to respond before Blaine licked up his cock and sucked on the head. He thinks he made a sound. Something loud and probably embarrassing, but he couldn’t focus on that. All he knew, all that existed was Blaine’s mouth on his cock. It was more than he imagined. Hot, tight, wet and so, so good. His toes curled. His reached out, grasped something soft and furry - Blaine’s hair maybe. It was too good, too much. He tried to say something, move something but he froze up as he came, Blaine’s name on his lips. As he came back to himself, he realized Blaine had moved on top of him. He held him close and kissed Kurt’s neck as he grinded furiously against his thigh, then stilled, shuddered and moaned in Kurt’s ear.
**********
The next morning they stopped briefly at the reception desk again for a recommendation then head to brunch. Skipping the unlimited mimosas, they had another lovely meal surrounded by men, mostly couples.
After the dishes are cleared and they’re waiting for their check, Kurt leans forward taking Blaine’s hand. “This is so comfortable. Us. Here. I’m imagining us doing things like this together. Next year.”
Blaine smiles, “Me too.” He longs for this to be their everyday. Somehow he’ll make it happen.
Soon they’re checked out and back on the road. Blaine took the first shift and Kurt watched New York pass by. He silently promises himself that he will do anything he can to ensure that they’re back next year for good. Together.
**********
It’s shocking just how easy it was, planning and executing a covert trip to New York. Everything went smoothly. There were no car issues, no compromised alibis, nothing. They went, had an amazing weekend together and no one suspected a thing. A lifetime of being the responsible, dependable son was apparently good for something.
Kurt feels invincible. Like he should now pursue a life of juvenile delinquency just to keep to keep everyone on their toes. But he also feels hollow, somehow incomplete. He had this great experience, but he can’t tell anyone. Plus he lied to his Dad and that’s not a good feeling.
**********
Kurt peeked into the kitchen and saw his father sitting at the table reading the paper. He took a deep breath, clutching the book tight to his chest and stepped into the room.
“Dad?”
Burt looked up and smiled, “Morning.”
“Good morning,” he walked over to the table. “Can I talk to you about something?”
Burt frowned a little, motioned for him to sit. “What’s going on?”
Kurt looked down at the table and took another breath, tried to calm his nerves. “I - I need to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Remember last week when Finn was away at football camp and you and Carole went to visit her sister in South Bend? And I told you Blaine and I were going to Six Flags?
“Mmhmm.”
“We didn’t go to Six Flags.”
“So what did you do?”
“We uh, we went to New York to see the McQueen exhibit.”
His Dad was silent for so long Kurt finally chanced a look at him to make sure he hadn’t stopped breathing or something. It was a mistake because once he makes eye contact he cannot look away, he’s trapped watching his father who looks shocked, disappointed, angry and some other things he can’t even identify.
Burt finally ended the staredown, taking off his cap and rubbing his head. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. Kurt heard him take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Then another.
“Dad?” No response. “Dad can I - can I explain why?”
“So you had a reason? Other than doing whatever the hell you want?!”
“Um … yeah.”
“Alright Kurt, tell me why you lied to me and drove cross-country with that boy? I’d really like to know.”
So Kurt told him. About the McQueen exhibit. He showed him the book Blaine bought for him, pointing out his favorite pieces. Then he told him about New York. About walking down the street holding hands with his boyfriend and how no one gave them a second glance. About seeing other gay couples and Christopher Street and how he wished they could have been there during Pride. Going to the club and only having soda. Dancing with his boyfriend for hours. Finally he told him about brunch and about how he and Blaine hope to move to New York next year. Together.
“You and Blaine are pretty serious, huh?”
“Yeah we are.”
“He’s a good kid. I like him.” He paused for a long moment. “So when you were in New York. You two share a room?”
Kurt felt the blush take over his face. “Um yeah, we shared a room.”
“Twin beds?”
“No.” Why was his voice so high? He cleared his throat. “No just the one bed.”
“You remember what we talked about? You don’t need to rush-”
“I remember! We’re not rushing. We haven’t done that yet. I mean, we’ve, uh, done some stuff but we’re - we’re taking our time. Because we matter. Both of us.”
“Well that’s good. Sensible.”
The silence dragged on for a bit before Kurt stood up from the table. “I’m just gonna go, um, somewhere else.” He turned to leave.
“Hey Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For coming to me and being honest.”
“No thank you, Dad. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I’m not sorry I went. I just didn’t want to keep lying to you.”
“I know, kiddo. And I appreciate that … also, you’re grounded. I want your phone and your car keys.”
Kurt smiled, “ok Dad.”
Fin
Author: shighola
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: R
Word Count: 6857
AN: Kurt and Blaine POV.
My first Glee fic, w00t! This is part 1 of a trilogy. Parts 2 and 3 will be posted later this week. Set during the summer so AU after 2x22.
I started this back in August and didn’t think I would finish. Big thanks to nickey33 for cheerleading and tough love. Beta’d by nickey33, fourfreedoms and regala_electra. Title taken from the Depeche Mode song, Never Let Me Down Again.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine take off for a weekend in New York to see the McQueen exhibit.
Early August 2011
The summer has not been at all like Kurt imagined. His interest in Pip Pip Hooray waned after a few weeks of work with little feedback. Blaine did not get the job at Six Flags - thankfully because six weeks of his boyfriend being in another state would’ve been too much to bear. But his lack of employment meant that Mr. Anderson had drafted his son to help out in his law office. His dad stressed that this kind of hands-on experience would look good on his college applications and ensure his acceptance into the best pre-Law programs. Apparently Mr. Anderson was the only person unaware that Blaine had no intention of studying Law.
Between Blaine’s endless hours at the firm and Kurt’s shifts at the garage (he was saving money both for New York and for his fall wardrobe) the boys were reduced to just a few hours in person on the weekends. It wasn’t nearly enough.
So when they’re talking one night and Kurt explained what a travesty it is he’ll never have a chance to see the McQueen exhibit with his own eyes and how everyone is raving about how amazing and life-changing it was and oh my god it was the final weekend and the Met expected their largest crowds ever, it was perfectly natural to just decide to go. That’s the kind of thing impulsive teenagers did during the summer, right? Sneak off with their boyfriends. Maybe not cross-country, but the theory still stands. He doesn’t know why Blaine was surprised at all.
“Let’s just go.”
“What? Go to New York?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
“There’s no way your Dad will let us go to New York. Alone.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, “that would be why we won’t tell him.”
Kurt deliberated the best possible cover story, but that proved unnecessary when his dad announced that he and Carol were going away for the weekend to visit her sister and niece. With Finn gone to a pre-season football camp, he would be left all alone in the house. No one to notice whether or not he was actually in the house. Its as though the fates aligned for his New York rendez-vous. Once Blaine figured out what he would tell his parents they could be on their way.
“So what’s your story?”
“What do you mean,” Blaine asked.
“I mean what are you going to tell your parents?”
Blaine is silent for a long moment. “They won’t care. They never ask questions.”
Kurt didn’t know what to say. He knew Blaine’s relationship with this parents wasn’t the best but to hear that they ignored him caused actual pain in Kurt’s chest. Suddenly Blaine’s intense need to be accepted and liked made so much sense.
“I don’t think they really want to know. It’s good though, otherwise I wouldn’t get to spend nearly as much time with you and that would be a travesty,” Blaine tried to joke.
Kurt played along, “well I knew there was a silver lining.”
Just to be safe, Kurt spun a tale of a possible weekend trip to Six Flags - so chosen because it was sufficiently far away to necessitate an overnight trip (or at least a very late arrival back) as opposed to the more logical choice of Cedar Point which was actually in the right direction but far too close. Permission secured, Kurt packed carefully so it wasn’t obvious he’d taken anything if anyone thought to check his closet.
**********
Kurt laid in bed staring at the ceiling, just as he had been for the last few hours. It was well past midnight but he hadn’t slept at all. He couldn’t stop thinking. Thinking about New York. Thinking about being with Blaine in New York. About the McQueen exhibit. Even if they got caught it would be worth it. So worth it to have uninterrupted time with his boyfriend in New York of all places.
So here he was. Not sleeping. He rolled over, reaching onto the nightstand for his phone and quickly texted Blaine.
Are you awake?
Am now. What’s wrong.
Nothing just can’t sleep. Too excited … would you mind if we left earlier?
Earlier?
Yeah. Now. I mean, can we leave now. I’ll drive, you can sleep. I’m wide awake. I just want to go. Now. Is that okay?
He lay there in the dark, waiting for Blaine’s response. Maybe it was too much. He should probably close his eyes - try and rest a little and let Blaine sleep. New York wouldn’t be any fun if his boyfriend was half asleep and grumpy. He tapped his phone to check the time - 2:13am. Oh my god it’s the middle of the night. He was a terrible boyfriend! He opened the message app to apologize and tell Blaine to go back to sleep, when a new text appeared. Quickly followed by another.
K.
Already packed. Just text when you’re here.
Kurt grinned. He had the sweetest, most accommodating boyfriend in the whole world. And they were going to New York. Together!
He jumped out of bed and put on the driving outfit he had lain out a few hours earlier. Chosen for comfort, fabrics that would deal well with being in a car for ten plus hours, but still fashionable. He didn’t spend much time on his hair for the same reason and was soon out of the door, checking twice to make sure the house was secured.
There was no traffic late at night, so he pulled in front of the Anderson’s home less than 20 minutes later. He parked on the curb and turned off his lights just in case Blaine’s parents were up. He texted and within a few minutes Blaine exited the house with a small case. Once he was settled in the car, Kurt leaned over to kiss his obviously still half-asleep boyfriend, made sure his seatbelt was fastened and then they were off.
**********
The drive was uneventful. Just the steady progression from the Ohio Turnpike to the Pennsylvania Turnpike. His sleep mix played quietly as he drove. There weren’t many cars on the road this late at night, mostly trucks. He stuck to the inner lane, the repetition of the dotted line the only break from smooth asphalt.
Sunrise was magnificent. Driving east, the car seemed to meet the sun as it rose. From the first glimpse of pink and orange breaking on the horizon to the yellow blaze of the sun high in the sky, Kurt couldn’t remember ever having witness a full sunrise.
He looked over at Blaine fast asleep in the passenger seat. The sun seemed to make him glow and brought out the highlights in his curly, ungelled hair. If he wasn’t driving he definitely would’ve taken a picture to capture the moment.
Midway through Pennsylvania, hours after the sun had fully risen, they stopped for coffee and some approximation of breakfast. He said nothing as Blaine gorged himself on greasy fast food. Restraining himself to one pointed glance between the heart attack on a plate and his yogurt and semi-fresh fruit.
Awake and caffeinated, Blaine took over driving. He popped his iPod in the dock and cued up his driving playlist - a mix of songs they’d sung together or at one another and ones that simply reminded him of Kurt.
Blaine belted out Teenage Dream of course. And a few other pop hits - some Pink, more Katy Perry, Britney, even Taylor Swift. Kurt side-eyed most of his choices, deliberating how best to give his boyfriend a much-needed musical intervention. So he’s surprised and pleased when Blaine shot him a meaningful look and sang something distinctly not Top 40.
Butterflies turn into people
When my boy walks down the street
Maybe he should be illegal
He just makes life too complete
Amazing he’s a whole new form of life
Blue eyes blazing
And he’s going to be my wife
Eventually Kurt put his iPod back on the dock. As expected he sang a few Broadway hits and some epic ballads before he stunned Blaine with some Joni Mitchell.
Do you want, do you want, do you wanna dance with me baby
Do you wanna take a chance on
Maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well come on
All I really, really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and you too
The singing was fun but mostly they just enjoyed the quiet time together, relaxed in the warm car. They made the journey as quick as possible, stopping only when absolutely necessary to refuel and visit the bathroom. Soon enough they’d left Pennsylvania behind. A quick trek through New Jersey, then they were exiting the Holland Tunnel into midtown Manhattan.
**********
Kurt had found them a room in a cute, boutique hotel in Hell’s Kitchen. They stopped there briefly to drop off the car, check-in and freshen up before hailing a cab to the Met. As the car sped through the city, he took in the sights as Times Square gave way to the more business-oriented Midtown then the quiet elegance of the Upper East Side. Museum mile suddenly made sense as he watched them pass from view.
They arrived at the Met and he grabbed Blaine’s hand, quickly navigating the crowd looking for the end of the nearest line. He’d read online about the three hour wait and immense crowds, but he was still surprised by the sheer number of people. At least two lines weaved along the sidewalks and pavilion in front of the museum on both sides leading up to the entrance.
“Wow. I know you said it would be really crowded but this is ridiculous.” Blaine looked around, overwhelmed at the sheer number of people in line.
“I know. The Met is extending their hours until midnight tonight and tomorrow for the first time in history just to accommodate the crowds.”
Blaine hummed a noise of assent, just taking in the spectacle. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kurt dig through his messenger bag.
“Okay, I have water, magazines and sunscreen. Do you need anything?”
“No I’m good.”
Surprisingly the line moved steadily. As they stood Blaine found himself people-watching. There were the expected fashionistas and artsy types, but also a lot of families and average joes - people he wouldn’t assume were interested in a McQueen exhibit.
“Fashion may not appeal to everyone but these are works of art that most people would never have a chance to see in person otherwise,” Kurt responded when he asked about the popularity of the exhibit.
That was one of the things he loved most about him, that Kurt was so passionate, but also that he could convey the artistic merit in a way that anyone could understand and appreciate whether or not they cared for the medium. He’d once overheard him talking to Finn about interior design and how color tones and furniture placement set the mood for a room. His step-brother had listened closely and considered his suggestions to make his room more “homey.”
They stood in line waiting. Then waited some more. The NYPD came by with someone who presumably worked for the museum and they spent a good forty-five minutes setting up barricades and reorganizing the line. People around them ventured to nearby food trucks and made meals out of hotdogs, bottled water and artisan ice cream. And still they waited. Surprisingly no one got impatient or angry. They just stood making conversation with their neighbors and shuffled forward whenever the line advanced.
Finally they made it to the steps, then the doors of the museum. After paying they went to the second floor and got in another line that stretched, winding around that level. Blaine sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’re halfway there now,” Kurt said. He looked over at Blaine who had brightened as though they were mere minutes not over an hour from actually entering the exhibit.
“I know. These lines are just unreal,” he replied.
Blaine nudged Kurt.
“What?”
“Isn’t that that actor from that show?”
“Where?” Kurt stepped closer following my line of sight. “Oh, it is.”
The girl in front of them turned, also looking in that direction. “Oh it’s the guy from the British show. The one on BBC America.”
“Yeah he was also in that one on HBO. The one set in prison. I only saw a couple of episodes, too violent. But I remember seeing him in that,” Kurt responded.
“Yeah, even the promos freaked me out.” She turned fully and smiled. “I’m Tia, by the way.”
Kurt shook her hand, “I’m Kurt, and this my boyfriend, Blaine.”
“It’s nice to meet you both.”
They chatted with Tia as they made their way through the line. She was a design major who’d flow up from Georgia for the day just to see the exhibit.
“Wow. I thought we were the craziest, driving 10 hours each way. Are you even staying the night,” Kurt joked.
“Nope. I have an eight o’clock flight and should be back home by eleven.”
“That is true dedication. I commend you.”
Tia and Kurt became fast friends. They quietly mocked a few adventurously attired individuals. And gossiped about the latest issues of Vogue and Marie Claire. It definitely helped to pass the time. Blaine listened with half an ear and shared looks of solidarity with people as they passed them again and again weaving through the upper level of the museum.
The crowd tensed with anticipation once the exhibit came into view. They were literally roped back until enough of the crowd had cleared the show entrance. And then they were in!
It was chaos. There was no discernible flow as people crowded to see the garments on display, paused to watch videos from some of the runway shows and read plaques describing the designer’s thoughts on his collections and influences.
He quickly lost Kurt in the crowd as he dove right in. Blaine hung back, taking his time. Trying to ignore the press of bodies as much as possible.
He was a little familiar with McQueen from Vogue and of course, the pieces Kurt owned. It wasn’t his style, too flashy and impractical. The sort of thing that worked on the runway but you couldn’t wear real life. Only fearless people like Kurt could get away with that.
He started at the beginning, reading the quotes from McQueen himself, then the clothes. He was struck first with the precision of the tailoring on each piece, how carefully each one was constructed. As he took in each collection his respect for and interest in the designer grew. Blaine certainly didn’t understand all the subjects which inspired him or why but from these ideas and feelings he’d created clothes that were romantic and powerful and visceral. Not unlike a certain someone dear to his heart.
He was awed by McQueen’s vision - how he was able to create innovative new shapes and silhouettes or use non-traditional materials to create something beautiful. There was a dress made out of balsa wood that was stunning - light and airy - and Blaine couldn’t imagine how someone would begin to create that from wood. Or even conceive of trying.
Some of the accessories were a little too sexual and fetish-y for him to be comfortable with. Lots of leather, tight bodices and metal bones complete with tail. It did explain a few of the things in Kurt’s closet though. He hadn’t quite worked up the courage to ask, but he’d been more than a little surprised when he’d across while helping Kurt with his spring closet reorganization.
They hadn’t gone all that far yet - just making out and some rubbing together through their clothes. Once he’d actually gotten his hand down Kurt’s pants and on his cock. It was amazing for the few rushed minutes they had, but he would’ve liked to have seen it. Hell he’d like to see all of Kurt. Any of Kurt. They don’t get much time together, plus some member of Kurt’s family was always around. It was like they had some sixth sense. Every time they laid a finger on each other, Finn would pop up with some random question or Burt would casually wander by and glance at them meaningfully. Carol was the only who wasn’t actively cockblocking them, but even she had strategically asked for Kurt’s assistance in the kitchen on occasion.
They would be alone that night though, something Blaine was really looking forward to. Not to perv, but just to have some time with his boyfriend. A place where they could close the door and just be alone.
He blinked, snapping out of the daydream and refocusing on the exhibit. Finished, Blaine made his way back through the rooms looking for Kurt. He found him admiring a black, Tim Burton-inspired dress with intricate beadwork.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he stepped close and took Kurt’s hand.
“Are you waiting for me?”
“Yeah but take your time. We’re not in a rush.”
“Ugh. Tell that to these people,” Kurt replied as a woman pushed into him.
“I’m not sure they’d listen.” He leaned closer and whispered, “Apparently New Yorkers are kind of pushy.”
Kurt laughed and they braced themselves as someone else squeezed past. “As much as I’d like to stay and look at these clothes forever, the crowd is kind of getting to me. I just want to go back to a few pieces then we can go, ok?”
“I’m fine. Seriously, we can stay as long as you like.”
Kurt smiled and squeezed his hand for a moment. “You really are a wonderful boyfriend, you know that?”
“Well I try. Gotta keep up with you.”
While he waited, Blaine wandered back to the end of the exhibit and bought a copy of the commemorative book. The show was incredible and he was sure Kurt would want more than his memories once he was back home.
He found a quiet corner with some wall to lean against and read the preface and introduction. He was amazed to find out the whole first room consisted of clothes McQueen created for his graduate thesis. The dress Kurt had just been admiring was one of a few pieces that still existed from his first collections - clothes he made when he was essentially squatting and created from money McQueen had scraped together and donated scraps. And they were incredible! Detailed and meticulous, truly works of art. Blaine read about how McQueen revolutionized fashion and created such mesmerizing garments while at such low moments personally. He read about how he was a force to be reckoned with but also very vulnerable, only trusting those closest to him and often isolating himself. Blaine’s stomach churned, uncomfortable with all the parallels he could see between Kurt and McQueen. He wondered if Kurt felt such a deep connection to the designer for reasons beyond fashion.
By the time they left the museum it was early evening, but there were still a few hours of sun left. They got a cab and headed back to Hell’s Kitchen. Approaching the hotel they passed a number of restaurants, especially Thai restaurants. There were seriously two on each block. It was crazy! Deciding to do like the Romans, they went for Thai and sat in the open window enjoying a leisurely meal and watching the people stroll past. They were lots of couples. Lots of male couples, strolling hand in hand. Blaine released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and reached across the table taking Kurt’s hand. They shared a smile full of contentment, for being together and for where they were at the moment.
“So what do you want to do now,” Blaine asked.
“Hmmm?”
“What do you want to do now? We have the whole evening. Is there anything else you’d like to do?”
“Oh.” Kurt laughed a little and admitted, “I hadn’t really thought past the exhibit.”
“You’re right. I hadn’t thought about it either, but we could - no that probably wouldn’t - nevermind.”
“What? Tell me.”
“Ok, well you know how we talked about going to that gay club in Columbus that has 16 & over nights? Well I just thought, we’re in New York. There’s tons of gay clubs here and maybe we could go. To one. And dance and stuff. It would be nice to go out and do that like everybody else.”
“Oh since we’re gay and in New York we have to go to a club?” Kurt rolled his eyes. “You may have forgotten but we’re not eighteen yet. I’m not sure we could even get in.”
Blaine nodded, “No, I know. It was a dumb idea. I just wanted-”
He felt Kurt’s hand on his cheek and looked up. “Listen to me. It’s not a dumb idea. It sounds wonderful. And I’d love to at least try.” Looking into Kurt’s eyes Blaine hoped his own were conveying all the love he felt. How he made him feel complete in a way no one else ever had.
“We could head down to the village, walk around Christopher Street and check out Stonewall. That’s our history and we should honor it,” Kurt continued.
“Absolutely. That sounds perfect.”
**********
Once they reached the hotel, they stopped at the reception desk and picked up a few fliers for clubs and other gay spots of note. Back in the room, they had to take turns in the bathroom to get ready and Kurt kept fussing with his hair. Blaine was sitting on the bed going through the various brochures when Kurt poked his head out. “I didn’t really bring any clothes for clubbing.”
Blaine took in what Kurt was wearing - black skinny jeans, McQueen belt, light blue short-sleeved button down that emphasized both his eyes and his biceps and knee-high boots. Flamboyant as ever.
“You look amazing. Like always. Definitely club-worthy.”
Kurt blushed and went back to whatever he was doing with his hair, a little smile on his face. Blaine smiled to himself, happy.
Kurt joined him on the bed and Blaine showed him what he’d found.
“No. I am not going to the Cock, Dick’s Bar or anyplace called the Manhole. Absolutely not.”
“Ok how about the Urge or the Monster,” Blaine teased. The look Kurt gave him in return might legitimately be classified as a weapon.
“Blaine.”
“Sorry. Look there are a bunch of less explicitly named options. There’s even bunch near here. And a couple of cabarets. We could maybe sing together.”
“Singing with you is always wonderful, but we do that all the time. Let’s go somewhere we can dance.”
So decided they noted a few options and headed out.
**********
They took the subway downtown since it wasn’t far and neither of them had ever ridden it before. It was exciting, albeit dirty. And a little smelly.
Soon enough they exited at Christopher Street and looked around. They found the Stonewall Inn right away and snapped a few pictures, then went inside. They were struck by how small it was. There were a few people at the bar drinking, but no one really spared them a second glance. They probably looked like the tourists they were with their cameras out, each trying to imagine the gay street boys and drag queens crowded into the space on that fateful night in 1969. The pitched battle with the cops spilling out to the street and the adjacent park.
They went back outside and crossed the street to the park, admiring the memorial to the riots. They took pictures of the statues and each other sitting on the benches next to the idealized figures, connecting themselves to history.
Hand-in-hand they walked down the street to the Oscar Wilde Bookshop. Again they were amazed at how little the space was. Although it was tough to be a gay kid outside of the big cities and even sometimes in them, it was a revelation to realize just how small and few in number were the places gay people had to be together. To be safe. To establish community before Stonewall. It was humbling. And made them appreciate what they had and each other so much more.
Eventually the sun went down and they were tired of wandering. They consulted their list of possible clubs and checked to see which was closest and headed in that direction.
They approached the door and eyed the bouncer warily. There were a few people ahead of them so they waited and moved forward when it was their turn. Pulling out their wallets, Blaine opened his mouth to ask if there was a cover, but was stopped by the bouncer. The bouncer who looked them up and down and stared for a long minute before barking, “Under 21 get stamped to the right.”
Blaine blinked and grabbed Kurt’s hand hurrying through the door before the bouncer changed his mind. They got stamped and stepped into the club proper. The music which had been audible outside was almost deafening inside. They stood just inside the doors and took in the space - a bar to the left and another in back, large dance floor out front, tables and booths to the side, an upper level and then were those guys dancing in cages? Oh my god there were actual go-go boys. He nudged Kurt and gestured up, watching his mouth drop open once he spotted them.
“I thought that was just a stereotype,” Kurt hissed in his ear.
He shrugged, “I guess it’s a stereotype for a reason.”
They claimed a table and sat, checking out the crowd. It was young, ethnically diverse, and chatty.
**********
Blaine leaned over. “I’m gonna head to the bar, get some soda. You alright here?” Kurt nodded and he left.
Blaine approached the bar and waited patiently until a space opened up. He stepped forward and got the bartender’s attention, ordering their drinks. As he waited someone came up next to him. Very close to him.
“Hi, I’m Marcus.” Blaine looked over at the guy invading his personal space and nodded. He’s attractive, definitely not approaching Kurt levels of beauty, but he’s easy on the eyes. A few inches taller than him with sandy brown hair styled to look messy.
“Hi Marcus, nice to meet you.” He offered his hand and then his name, “Blaine.”
Marcus looked him over head to toe, making no effort to disguise it. Blaine felt naked, maybe even a little violated by how frankly he was examined. Marcus shot him what he supposed is a charming grin, but all Blaine thought was that it didn’t come close to Kurt’s toothy smile that lights up his eyes.
“So Blaine, can I buy you a drink.”
“No thank you, I actually just ordered.”
“Well then maybe we could go somewhere and,” Marcus leaned closer and put a hand on his arm, “chat.”
Blaine shrugged off the hand and tried to put some space between them. “Uh no. Thank you.”
“You sure?” Marcus asked trying to look coy.
“Yes, quite sure. I’m actually here with my boyfriend.”
Marcus dropped the flirty smile, “Whatever. Your loss.” He turned and walked off.
Blaine couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow. Welcome to New York.”
He paid for the drinks and headed back to the table where Kurt was dealing with his own admirer. Once he sat, Kurt pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Oh there you are. Jack was it? This is my boyfriend, Blaine. Blaine, this is Jack.”
"Hi Jack." Blaine met his eyes trying to project a calm, unthreatened aura. Jack was gorgeous - tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned with big brown eyes and a wide smile. He looked like a model and from what Blaine could see had a body to match.
He wasn’t surprised. At all. People may not know what to make of Kurt in Lima, Ohio but Blaine had always been sure he would be a big hit in New York or any other city with a sizable gay community. He needed to get used to this now because if they last long enough to move together next year, this would become Blaine's reality. An endless parade of beautiful boys throwing themselves at his boyfriend. He sighed and tuned back into the conversation.
"So what brings you to New York?" Jack asked.
"We came to see the McQueen exhibit."
"Oh, that's nice. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much." Blaine's never seen Kurt talk so little. Especially about fashion. He's not sure what to do.
Jack turned to him, "What about you Blaine?"
"It was incredible. I mean, I knew of McQueen of course, but I just kind of thought of him as that guy that did crazy things on the runway and made impractical clothes. I never realized how much effort and passion went into his clothes and just how exquisitely they were tailored. Some of the things he used for inspiration didn’t seem like fashion to me, but he managed to make these beautiful garments that conveyed such emotion. They’re like works of art. Causing a response in everyone who views them.”
Blaine took a breath, realizing he’d been rambling. He looked over at Kurt, who was looking back at him with wonder and joy and love shining in his eyes. Blaine couldn’t look away. He jumped when Jack cleared his throat.
“Yeah, so it was nice meeting you both. I’m just gonna … go now. Bye.” With a nod Jack disappeared into the crowd.
They laughed and Blaine told Kurt about Marcus at the bar. They sipped their drinks and bounced to the music, content to watch the crowd for a bit. Blaine thought about asking Kurt to dance, but decided to wait. They were comfortable right then. And they had all night. There’s plenty of time for dancing.
Eventually Gaga comes on and Kurt dragged Blaine onto the dance floor. They squeezed into the middle and started dancing. Well Kurt started dancing and Blaine swayed a bit while watching him shake and move in a way that made him think of other things. Things he would really like to do. With Kurt. It’s not a conscious decision when Blaine kissed him. Hard. With tongue. And fervor.
Kurt pulled away from the kiss when he couldn’t resist the need to breathe any longer. "What was that for?"
"Because you’re hot and and I love you. So much."
His boyfriend was so painfully earnest sometimes. It was adorable. Kurt smiled, "Well. Okay then."
He started moving again, Blaine in his arms and they danced like that for the rest of the night. Close together. Hips in rhythm and trading kisses. The dance floor got more crowded as the night went on, filled with boys and the odd girl. Lights flashed and everyone started to sweat as the temperature rose. Bodies were heaving, grinding and shirts came off but Kurt had eyes for none of that. Just the boy in his arms, smiling and looking back at him.
**********
It was late when they got back to the hotel, but the streets were still full of people. They rode up to the room in silence and took turns changing in the bathroom. Kurt skipped his moisturizing regimen and slipped into the bed beside Blaine after turning out the light.
Blaine immediately snuggled into him and Kurt took a moment to just breathe him in, savoring the feel of him in his arms. Reaching down, he tilted Blaine’s face up from where it was buried in his neck, and kissed him. It was soft. Just a fleeting brush of their lips. He did it twice, three times before Blaine opened his mouth, deepening the kiss.
They kissed for long minutes breaking away for breath only when absolutely necessary. Kurt reveled in this opportunity to kiss his boyfriend as much as he’d like without fear of interruption. They could maybe even, possibly, try some of the other things he’d been thinking about. If Blaine wanted to. Or they could just kiss like this until they can’t stand it anymore. Whatever. As long as they did something.
He kissed his way across Blaine’s jaw to that spot below his ear. The one that made him moan loudly and almost got them caught every time. Kurt didn’t shush him this time. Instead he sucked at the spot and bit gently, wringing even louder sounds out of his boyfriend. Sounds that went straight to his cock.
He clutched Blaine tighter, sliding his hands under his shirt, bunching it up under his arms as he stroked his chest and back. Blaine gripped his hips tightly and Kurt felt him, hard against his thigh. He reclaimed Blaine’s mouth and those hands slid to his ass and squeezed, causing Kurt to moan into the kiss.
Blaine tore his mouth away, “Can - can I see you?”
“Huh?” Kurt shook his head trying to get some blood back into his brain so he could make sense of the words.
“Can I see you?” He tugged a little at Kurt’s shirt. “Y’know, without your clothes.”
“Oh. Yeah. Ok, but I wanna see you too.” He couldn’t believe he was blushing now. After practically frotting a minute ago. Damn his fair skin.
Blaine nodded and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. Kurt followed suit. They took a minute to admire each other. They’d done this much before, but only a few times so the allure hadn’t worn off yet.
Kurt took a breath and decided to be brave. He reached down and slid his sleep pants off quickly. And Blaine just stopped. Stopped breathing, stopped moving. It went on long enough that Kurt started to worry that he was having a stroke. But then he breathed in suddenly and blinked, before he shucked his own pants. Then it was Kurt’s turn to stare. At his gorgeous boyfriend. Who was naked. And in the bed with him. It was almost too much.
Kurt reached out a hand and slid it down Blaine’s chest, not stopping until his fingers were curled around his cock. Blaine made a strangled sound as he began to stroke slowly. It was a bit awkward trying to do the reverse of what he was used to but Kurt quickly got the hang of it and gripped him tighter, stroking with more surety. Blaine closed his eyes, panting as he clutched Kurt’s waist.
His moans got louder and longer as Kurt continued. He watched, mouth dry, as his boyfriend fell apart under his hands. It felt good. Doing this to him and for him. Kurt felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest with all the love he has for this boy.
Blaine suddenly opened his eyes and gasped, “Wait, wait.” He pulled away a little and Kurt stopped stroking. Reluctantly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s good. So good. I just, I just wanna try something. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Blaine gently pushed him onto his back and kissed him. Kurt relaxed into the kiss, moaning softly. He then kissed down Kurt’s neck, his chest, nipped at his belly button and breathed over his cock. Kurt jerked from the sensation and Blaine grabbed his hips, pushing down gently.
“Hold still.”
Kurt didn’t have a chance to respond before Blaine licked up his cock and sucked on the head. He thinks he made a sound. Something loud and probably embarrassing, but he couldn’t focus on that. All he knew, all that existed was Blaine’s mouth on his cock. It was more than he imagined. Hot, tight, wet and so, so good. His toes curled. His reached out, grasped something soft and furry - Blaine’s hair maybe. It was too good, too much. He tried to say something, move something but he froze up as he came, Blaine’s name on his lips. As he came back to himself, he realized Blaine had moved on top of him. He held him close and kissed Kurt’s neck as he grinded furiously against his thigh, then stilled, shuddered and moaned in Kurt’s ear.
**********
The next morning they stopped briefly at the reception desk again for a recommendation then head to brunch. Skipping the unlimited mimosas, they had another lovely meal surrounded by men, mostly couples.
After the dishes are cleared and they’re waiting for their check, Kurt leans forward taking Blaine’s hand. “This is so comfortable. Us. Here. I’m imagining us doing things like this together. Next year.”
Blaine smiles, “Me too.” He longs for this to be their everyday. Somehow he’ll make it happen.
Soon they’re checked out and back on the road. Blaine took the first shift and Kurt watched New York pass by. He silently promises himself that he will do anything he can to ensure that they’re back next year for good. Together.
**********
It’s shocking just how easy it was, planning and executing a covert trip to New York. Everything went smoothly. There were no car issues, no compromised alibis, nothing. They went, had an amazing weekend together and no one suspected a thing. A lifetime of being the responsible, dependable son was apparently good for something.
Kurt feels invincible. Like he should now pursue a life of juvenile delinquency just to keep to keep everyone on their toes. But he also feels hollow, somehow incomplete. He had this great experience, but he can’t tell anyone. Plus he lied to his Dad and that’s not a good feeling.
**********
Kurt peeked into the kitchen and saw his father sitting at the table reading the paper. He took a deep breath, clutching the book tight to his chest and stepped into the room.
“Dad?”
Burt looked up and smiled, “Morning.”
“Good morning,” he walked over to the table. “Can I talk to you about something?”
Burt frowned a little, motioned for him to sit. “What’s going on?”
Kurt looked down at the table and took another breath, tried to calm his nerves. “I - I need to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Remember last week when Finn was away at football camp and you and Carole went to visit her sister in South Bend? And I told you Blaine and I were going to Six Flags?
“Mmhmm.”
“We didn’t go to Six Flags.”
“So what did you do?”
“We uh, we went to New York to see the McQueen exhibit.”
His Dad was silent for so long Kurt finally chanced a look at him to make sure he hadn’t stopped breathing or something. It was a mistake because once he makes eye contact he cannot look away, he’s trapped watching his father who looks shocked, disappointed, angry and some other things he can’t even identify.
Burt finally ended the staredown, taking off his cap and rubbing his head. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. Kurt heard him take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Then another.
“Dad?” No response. “Dad can I - can I explain why?”
“So you had a reason? Other than doing whatever the hell you want?!”
“Um … yeah.”
“Alright Kurt, tell me why you lied to me and drove cross-country with that boy? I’d really like to know.”
So Kurt told him. About the McQueen exhibit. He showed him the book Blaine bought for him, pointing out his favorite pieces. Then he told him about New York. About walking down the street holding hands with his boyfriend and how no one gave them a second glance. About seeing other gay couples and Christopher Street and how he wished they could have been there during Pride. Going to the club and only having soda. Dancing with his boyfriend for hours. Finally he told him about brunch and about how he and Blaine hope to move to New York next year. Together.
“You and Blaine are pretty serious, huh?”
“Yeah we are.”
“He’s a good kid. I like him.” He paused for a long moment. “So when you were in New York. You two share a room?”
Kurt felt the blush take over his face. “Um yeah, we shared a room.”
“Twin beds?”
“No.” Why was his voice so high? He cleared his throat. “No just the one bed.”
“You remember what we talked about? You don’t need to rush-”
“I remember! We’re not rushing. We haven’t done that yet. I mean, we’ve, uh, done some stuff but we’re - we’re taking our time. Because we matter. Both of us.”
“Well that’s good. Sensible.”
The silence dragged on for a bit before Kurt stood up from the table. “I’m just gonna go, um, somewhere else.” He turned to leave.
“Hey Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For coming to me and being honest.”
“No thank you, Dad. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I’m not sorry I went. I just didn’t want to keep lying to you.”
“I know, kiddo. And I appreciate that … also, you’re grounded. I want your phone and your car keys.”
Kurt smiled, “ok Dad.”
Fin