Sometimes Things Change 2/5
Title: Sometimes Things Change
Author: sirwarblington / darrenshair (tumblr)
Rating: PG-13/R for language
Pairings: Endgame Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OC
Word Count: ~20,000
Warnings: Swearing, talk of sexual activities, implied sex, etc. etc.
Spoilers: Um, Blaine exists. Original Songs happens, but the events are drastically changed so that this story could happen.
Summary: Kurt holds his tongue after Misery, not telling Blaine about his raging jealousy. He doesn't say what he's really thinking, which involves some clever line about Blaine and the Pips, not realizing how much this decision will change his life. A spin-off from canon from what could have happened in Original Songs, but didn't.
September 2012
Much like his senior year, Kurt doesn't know where his summer went either.
He spent a majority of it hanging out with all of the New Directions, and when he wasn't with them he was with his family, just lounging around and talking.
But now, Finn and Burt are loading Kurt's things into the back of the van.
He's off to NYU in a few short hours.
He got his welcoming package in the mail a few weeks ago. His roommate's name was Todd Jamer, and he was apparently majoring in fashion.
When Kurt had read that, he couldn't help but smile fondly. This boy was probably gay as well, but he knew that nothing would happen between them. He hadn't even talked to the boy, and he could tell they were going to have a beautiful friendship.
As Kurt loaded his last bag into the car, he took one last glance at the house. Yeah, he'd be coming back, but he didn't know when. He wasn't going to live there anymore.
But he'd already been through this once when he transferred to Dalton, so it wasn't nearly as heart wrenching as it was the first time.
Finn approaches Kurt and hugs him, Kurt promising to call every night and informing the lanky boy that he really is the best brother anyone could ask for. Carole has tears in her eyes, and she embraces Kurt in a tight hug, Kurt feeling the tears running out onto his shoulder. He presses a small kiss to her forehead before backing away and hopping in the car, waving as his dad pulls out of the driveway.
When they reach the airport, Kurt realizes that this is it. There really is no turning back now.
He takes a deep breath and boards the plane, feeling like this is the walk to his future.
November 2012
Kurt's sitting on his bed, trying to focus on his business management homework. He doesn't know why he even has to take this class since his intended major is in dramatic arts, but he does.
He sometimes enjoys it though. He finds Professor Kiram to be a really insightful man, one who knows exactly what he's talking about.
Todd bursts through the door a moment later, a paper grocery bag in his hands.
"Yo," he greets Kurt. Kurt's assumption about Todd being gay had been right, and his fashion sense was impeccable. The two had immediately hit it off, and now, two months later, they definitely qualified as best friends.
"You're back early," Kurt mutters, not looking up from his textbook.
"You," Todd says as he strides over to Kurt and takes the book from his lap, "Need to loosen up a little. You've been too stressed the past few weeks."
Kurt sighs, knowing that his roommate speaks the truth.
However, he can't shake the feeling that Blaine had done this to him many times when he had been at Dalton.
Kurt shakes those thoughts away, focusing more on the here and the now.
"So," Todd starts as he produces a bottle from the paper bag, "I got us some joy in a bottle."
Kurt cracks a grin at Todd, wondering how he managed to buy alcohol, but then having enough sense not to ask and to just go with it.
"Hit me up," Kurt grins, knowing that this is exactly what he needs.
The two lounge on the floor for the rest of the night, finishing off the bottle of whatever it was Todd bought. They talk school, boys, fashion, only stopping when they doze off in an alcohol induced haze.
Kurt never thought he'd be so desperate as to use alcohol as a remedy for stress, but he also thought his life would be different than it is now.
February 2013
Kurt slams his door behind him, not wanting Todd to barge in. He just needs to be alone right now.
This was Kurt's fifth musical that he'd auditioned for. Fifth.
And he hadn't been casted.
Again.
He doesn't understand it. He has an amazing voice, he can act, he's charming.
But he knows that he doesn't fit into the typical stereotype of a male lead. He's always known that. But he had hoped that there would at least be some hope for him in New York.
And for a while, there had been hope. He had seen glimpses of what he could become.
But he feels like that's all over now. He feels like his dreams have been crushed.
Kurt sighs, willing the tears to stay in his eyes. He pulls out his business management book and sets out to read about the music industry.
Great. This is just what he wants to read about after everything that's happened.
The music industry is known as the career for people who love music but do not excel in it themselves. They still get to have it as an everyday part of their lives, just they are not the sole focus of the production. However, this is often a misconception . . .
Kurt lifts his head up from the page, feeling as if a light bulb has been lit on the top of his head.
May 2013
Kurt switches all of his classes, and now a majority of them involved business management.
Kurt is now taking three management classes and two musical production ones.
And he is enjoying himself. He finds himself actually being enticed by the lessons.
He never thought that he would be one for managing something, but now that he thinks about it, he realizes that it's exactly what he would be good at. He's Kurt Hummel. He loves getting his way and bossing people around.
Of course he would enjoy managing.
He isn't quite sure what he wants to do with it yet, but he knows that it will somehow involve recording or music.
He's going to stay with music. He isn't letting that dream slip away.
.....
Kurt isn't sure how he didn't notice him before. He sits by Kurt in his one non career related class, American Literature.
He doesn't know how he missed those gorgeous, bright green eyes. Or his dirty blonde hair that fell into his eyes.
Kurt doesn't know how he didn't notice the way he flicked his bangs out of his eyes with one smooth movement of his head. Or how he drew in the margins of his paper - flawless drawings of nonsensical nothings.
But, once Kurt notices, he notices.
He's also aware that the boy notices him too.
"Hi," the boy says one day after class, and wow, his voice is lyrical. "I'm Declan Rogner."
Kurt grins and feels his heart flutter a little. He didn't think he would ever feel like this again. Not after -
No. Kurt scolds himself and pushes all thoughts of the boy he hasn't seen in years away.
"I'm Kurt," Kurt breathes, because yeah, this attractive boy was talking to him.
And Declan just smiles at him. "I know," he tells Kurt. "And, this is going to sound blunt, but I've liked you for a while."
.....
Kurt walks into his dorm that night, a wide smile spread on his face. Declan had asked him out about thirty minutes after class had ended, and Kurt believes that it was the best time of his life.
Not that he has anything to compare it to.
And, once again, Kurt pushes all thoughts of the hazel eyed, curly haired boy out of his mind.
"Woah," Todd comes to a halt as he walks out of the bathroom. "You look…happy."
Kurt just smiles at him, watching with amusement as Todd's eyes widen even further.
"Seriously," Todd goes on. "I don't think I've ever seen you this happy. And I've known you for, like, a year now."
Kurt still doesn't respond. He allows himself to just flop down onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Okay," Todd's getting restless now, and Kurt knows that he's practically dying to know what's going on. "Is this about a boy? Did you meet someone?"
Kurt finally turns to face his roommate, letting him take in his shining eyes. "Yes," Kurt whispers, because that's about all he's able to do. "Declan Rogner."
Todd grins knowingly, because Kurt may or may not have been fantasizing about him for the past few weeks.
"He's a keeper," Todd responds with a wink, walking off to sit on his own bed.
"I hope so," Kurt replies softly, and he's surprised to find that he actually hopes Todd's words are true.
June 2013
"I'm going to miss you," Declan murmurs into Kurt's neck, his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist. "I can't believe you're going home for the whole summer."
Kurt turns so that he's facing his boyfriend of one month - and, honestly, it feels like it's been longer than that.
"Well you're coming over for like the last month," Kurt says with a chuckle, "So it won't be as bad."
Declan joins in laughing before stopping and pressing his lips to Kurt's neck.
"Mmm," Kurt moans, and he still isn't sure how something like this could feel so good.
"You like that?" Declan murmurs as he trails his lips up his jaw.
"Y-yeah," Kurt splutters. He can't quite focus when Declan is doing things like that to him.
Somehow the pair ends up on the couch, kissing feverishly and gripping onto any part of the other that they can find.
"Is it too early to tell you that I love you?" Declan mutters, and Kurt's sure that he's just caught up in the heat of the moment.
After all, no one could love him. At least, not someone that he actually liked back.
And, no Kurt, why do you keep bringing those thoughts back? That was years ago now. Just let it go.
When Kurt doesn't respond, Declan presses more kisses to Kurt's lips, slipping his hand under the back of Kurt's shirt.
"Well, I'll say it anyway," he breathes into Kurt's mouth. "I love you, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt doesn't respond. Instead he presses his lips back to Declan's hoping that will suffice.
But he knows that he doesn't respond because he's not sure if he can say it and mean it.
Kurt sighs contentedly as he walks through the door of his house. It feels as if he hasn't been here in ages, and he finds it hard to believe that he's going to be living here again for the next few months.
It's a great feeling.
Kurt hears his phone ring in his pocket. He pulls it out and smiles, just staring at the text from Declan.
He's about to respond when his dad chooses that exact moment to walk into the room.
"Kurt!" He cries, and Kurt feels his cheeks tinting at his dad's excitement. "You're home."
"Yeah," Kurt says with a shrug, even though all he really wants to do is rush over to his dad and embrace him in a hug. "I am."
He gets an amused look on his face for a moment before leaning against the door frame. "Who was that text from?"
Kurt's eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "What?"
"You were grinning like mad at your phone," Burt explains. "Is it from someone special?"
And then Kurt remembers who the text was from. And he also remembers the fact that he only told Carole about Declan, begging her to keep it from Burt until he could tell his father himself.
"Oh, uh…" He pauses, looking down at the hard-wood floor and pleading with his cheeks not to blush.
"What's his name?" Burt asks. Kurt looks back up at him, seeing that the man has an amused expression on his face.
"Umm…Declan," Kurt mutters. "We - uhh - We've been dating for a few months now."
Burt nods, his expression unchanging. "Does he treat you right?"
"Yes," Kurt says quietly. "He's wonderful."
Burt nods again, this time out of approval. "Well I expect to meet him sometime," he says a moment later. "Anyone that makes my son smile like that is someone worth meeting."
Kurt feels his blush forming again.
August 2013
"Kurt, I can't freaking find your house," Kurt hears Declan groaning through the phone.
"It's the white one with the long pathway," Kurt explains, sitting in the living room and waiting for his boyfriend's car to come into view.
"They're all white, Kurt," Declan responds, causing Kurt to let out a snort.
"I'll go stand outside. Just look for me, alright?"
Declan agrees and Kurt hangs up his phone. He slips on a pair of sandals and heads out the door, perching himself on the grass in his front yard.
A few moments later, a blue Sedan comes to the curb and parks. Kurt abruptly stands up, quickly fixing his hair. Declan comes out of the car not a second later, catching Kurt's eye and grinning.
"Hi," he says as he walks towards Kurt.
"Hi," Kurt replies, and man, he really is attractive, isn't he?
Declan grins, seeming to read Kurt's mind. Once he's close enough, he wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and pulls the boy closer to him. "I missed you," he whispers into Kurt's ear.
"I missed you too," Kurt murmurs back. "A lot. I didn't realize not seeing you for so long would be this torturous."
Declan doesn't respond, instead leaning in and pressing his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt sighs contentedly as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's neck, letting himself get lost in the sensation of kissing his soft lips.
"Ahem."
Kurt pulls away, feeling his cheeks blush deep red. He turns and sees his father leaning against the side of the house, giving the two an amused look.
"Sorry to interrupt you're little reunion," he says, not looking sorry at all. "But Carole said for me to come tell you that dinner's ready."
Declan shoots Kurt a panicky look.
Kurt takes a deep breath and grabs the boy's hand, dragging him up towards the house. "Dad," he says, "This is Declan. My boyfriend."
December 2013
Kurt looks at the scene in front of him with admiration. All of the New Directions are presently at Rachel's, having their annual Christmas party that they've had since before they even graduated.
Except this year, the second one since graduation, is extremely different than the others.
That is mostly because not everyone could come. Mike and Tina stayed at school over the break, Mercedes was visiting relatives in Virginia, and Artie was shooting some big movie in L.A.
It's different, but still nice.
Kurt laughs at his friends, who are bouncing around and just having a good time, acting like they're still teenagers. That's kind of a given for when they're all together like this, though.
"My man!" Puck calls to Kurt, plopping down on the couch next to him a few moments later. "My boy. My main squeeze. My -"
Kurt laughs, because, yeah, Puck's already had a few too many drinks. "Hi, Puck."
Puck grins at him and holds out his fist, signaling with his head for Kurt to pound it. Kurt grins and does so.
"So," Puck starts once he draws his hand away. "I hear from Finn that you've got yourself a nice little boy toy."
Kurt sighs. He probably should have assumed that Finn would tell everyone about Declan. "He's not a boy toy," Kurt responds. "But essentially, you are correct."
Puck grins at him, nudging him with his elbow and giving him a knowing look. "Is he good in bed?" He asks, as if it's the most natural question in the world. Which for Puck it probably is.
"Err -" Kurt lets his eyes drop to the floor. "We - uhh - we haven't gotten that far yet."
"Seriously?" Puck raises an eyebrow. "Because, not to sound weird or anything, but you are one fine piece of man. If he doesn't want to bang that, then -"
"No, no," Kurt shakes his head, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to be over. "It's not him. It's - I'm just not ready for that yet."
Kurt only half focuses on what Puck is saying now, thinking about what he just said.
He doesn't know if it's the fact that he's not ready, or if he's not sure about Declan.
.....
"Hey, baby," Declan greets him once Kurt comes through the door.
Burt agreed to let Kurt visit Declan after Christmas, as long as he came home a few days before he had to go back to New York.
Declan lives in North Carolina. And from the moment he arrived, he knew that this was exactly the kind of place his boyfriend would come from.
"Hi," Kurt replies, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "How are you?"
"Good, now that you're here."
Kurt feels himself blushing. He never thought that anyone would ever say anything like that to him, and yet here he is, being adored by his boyfriend.
"When am I going to meet your parents?" That fact has been nagging Kurt all day. He hasn't met Declan's parents yet, but from what he's heard their wonderful.
But he's also been told that they scared Declan's last boyfriend away.
"They're coming over for dinner tomorrow," Declan explains. "You'll be fine."
And fine Kurt was.
In fact, it had gone so well that, since Declan's parents had left no less than ten minutes ago, Kurt now finds himself pressed against the wall, Declan pressing soft, tender kisses to Kurt's neck.
"Kurt, god," Declan moans as he reattaches his lips to Kurt's. "I missed you so much."
"Nngg," Kurt replies, because that is about the best he can do right now.
And that noise seems to do something to Declan, who abruptly grabs Kurt's hand and starts to drag Kurt towards his room.
And Kurt's too caught up in the moment to care about what Declan's thinking, about what Declan thinks Kurt wants too.
Declan pushes him gently into the bed, following his body down before resuming his kissing of Kurt thoroughly.
Kurt responds, because god does this feel good. He could probably spend all day just kissing. Hell, he could probably spend the rest of his life kissing.
He doesn't think twice as he feels Declan's hands roam up his shirt, and maybe he even leant into the touch a little bit.
And then he feels Declan roll his hips a little with a moan, and Kurt sees a flash of something.
A flash of something bright and lively and pure hazel.
Kurt pulls away, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he whispers, whether for Declan or himself, he isn't sure. "I - I can't. I'm not ready."
Declan nods in understanding. "It's okay," he says, still breathing deeply and wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "I can wait. It's you that matters."
Kurt nods and offers his boyfriend a soft smile before turning his head in the opposite direction, so Declan can't see his face.
He doesn't know why he stopped. He could practically feel his body begging him to just let loose and do it.
But the hazel -
Kurt shakes his head. Those thoughts haven't invaded his mind in months.
So why were they now?
Part 1 Part 3
Author: sirwarblington / darrenshair (tumblr)
Rating: PG-13/R for language
Pairings: Endgame Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OC
Word Count: ~20,000
Warnings: Swearing, talk of sexual activities, implied sex, etc. etc.
Spoilers: Um, Blaine exists. Original Songs happens, but the events are drastically changed so that this story could happen.
Summary: Kurt holds his tongue after Misery, not telling Blaine about his raging jealousy. He doesn't say what he's really thinking, which involves some clever line about Blaine and the Pips, not realizing how much this decision will change his life. A spin-off from canon from what could have happened in Original Songs, but didn't.
September 2012
Much like his senior year, Kurt doesn't know where his summer went either.
He spent a majority of it hanging out with all of the New Directions, and when he wasn't with them he was with his family, just lounging around and talking.
But now, Finn and Burt are loading Kurt's things into the back of the van.
He's off to NYU in a few short hours.
He got his welcoming package in the mail a few weeks ago. His roommate's name was Todd Jamer, and he was apparently majoring in fashion.
When Kurt had read that, he couldn't help but smile fondly. This boy was probably gay as well, but he knew that nothing would happen between them. He hadn't even talked to the boy, and he could tell they were going to have a beautiful friendship.
As Kurt loaded his last bag into the car, he took one last glance at the house. Yeah, he'd be coming back, but he didn't know when. He wasn't going to live there anymore.
But he'd already been through this once when he transferred to Dalton, so it wasn't nearly as heart wrenching as it was the first time.
Finn approaches Kurt and hugs him, Kurt promising to call every night and informing the lanky boy that he really is the best brother anyone could ask for. Carole has tears in her eyes, and she embraces Kurt in a tight hug, Kurt feeling the tears running out onto his shoulder. He presses a small kiss to her forehead before backing away and hopping in the car, waving as his dad pulls out of the driveway.
When they reach the airport, Kurt realizes that this is it. There really is no turning back now.
He takes a deep breath and boards the plane, feeling like this is the walk to his future.
November 2012
Kurt's sitting on his bed, trying to focus on his business management homework. He doesn't know why he even has to take this class since his intended major is in dramatic arts, but he does.
He sometimes enjoys it though. He finds Professor Kiram to be a really insightful man, one who knows exactly what he's talking about.
Todd bursts through the door a moment later, a paper grocery bag in his hands.
"Yo," he greets Kurt. Kurt's assumption about Todd being gay had been right, and his fashion sense was impeccable. The two had immediately hit it off, and now, two months later, they definitely qualified as best friends.
"You're back early," Kurt mutters, not looking up from his textbook.
"You," Todd says as he strides over to Kurt and takes the book from his lap, "Need to loosen up a little. You've been too stressed the past few weeks."
Kurt sighs, knowing that his roommate speaks the truth.
However, he can't shake the feeling that Blaine had done this to him many times when he had been at Dalton.
Kurt shakes those thoughts away, focusing more on the here and the now.
"So," Todd starts as he produces a bottle from the paper bag, "I got us some joy in a bottle."
Kurt cracks a grin at Todd, wondering how he managed to buy alcohol, but then having enough sense not to ask and to just go with it.
"Hit me up," Kurt grins, knowing that this is exactly what he needs.
The two lounge on the floor for the rest of the night, finishing off the bottle of whatever it was Todd bought. They talk school, boys, fashion, only stopping when they doze off in an alcohol induced haze.
Kurt never thought he'd be so desperate as to use alcohol as a remedy for stress, but he also thought his life would be different than it is now.
February 2013
Kurt slams his door behind him, not wanting Todd to barge in. He just needs to be alone right now.
This was Kurt's fifth musical that he'd auditioned for. Fifth.
And he hadn't been casted.
Again.
He doesn't understand it. He has an amazing voice, he can act, he's charming.
But he knows that he doesn't fit into the typical stereotype of a male lead. He's always known that. But he had hoped that there would at least be some hope for him in New York.
And for a while, there had been hope. He had seen glimpses of what he could become.
But he feels like that's all over now. He feels like his dreams have been crushed.
Kurt sighs, willing the tears to stay in his eyes. He pulls out his business management book and sets out to read about the music industry.
Great. This is just what he wants to read about after everything that's happened.
The music industry is known as the career for people who love music but do not excel in it themselves. They still get to have it as an everyday part of their lives, just they are not the sole focus of the production. However, this is often a misconception . . .
Kurt lifts his head up from the page, feeling as if a light bulb has been lit on the top of his head.
May 2013
Kurt switches all of his classes, and now a majority of them involved business management.
Kurt is now taking three management classes and two musical production ones.
And he is enjoying himself. He finds himself actually being enticed by the lessons.
He never thought that he would be one for managing something, but now that he thinks about it, he realizes that it's exactly what he would be good at. He's Kurt Hummel. He loves getting his way and bossing people around.
Of course he would enjoy managing.
He isn't quite sure what he wants to do with it yet, but he knows that it will somehow involve recording or music.
He's going to stay with music. He isn't letting that dream slip away.
.....
Kurt isn't sure how he didn't notice him before. He sits by Kurt in his one non career related class, American Literature.
He doesn't know how he missed those gorgeous, bright green eyes. Or his dirty blonde hair that fell into his eyes.
Kurt doesn't know how he didn't notice the way he flicked his bangs out of his eyes with one smooth movement of his head. Or how he drew in the margins of his paper - flawless drawings of nonsensical nothings.
But, once Kurt notices, he notices.
He's also aware that the boy notices him too.
"Hi," the boy says one day after class, and wow, his voice is lyrical. "I'm Declan Rogner."
Kurt grins and feels his heart flutter a little. He didn't think he would ever feel like this again. Not after -
No. Kurt scolds himself and pushes all thoughts of the boy he hasn't seen in years away.
"I'm Kurt," Kurt breathes, because yeah, this attractive boy was talking to him.
And Declan just smiles at him. "I know," he tells Kurt. "And, this is going to sound blunt, but I've liked you for a while."
.....
Kurt walks into his dorm that night, a wide smile spread on his face. Declan had asked him out about thirty minutes after class had ended, and Kurt believes that it was the best time of his life.
Not that he has anything to compare it to.
And, once again, Kurt pushes all thoughts of the hazel eyed, curly haired boy out of his mind.
"Woah," Todd comes to a halt as he walks out of the bathroom. "You look…happy."
Kurt just smiles at him, watching with amusement as Todd's eyes widen even further.
"Seriously," Todd goes on. "I don't think I've ever seen you this happy. And I've known you for, like, a year now."
Kurt still doesn't respond. He allows himself to just flop down onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Okay," Todd's getting restless now, and Kurt knows that he's practically dying to know what's going on. "Is this about a boy? Did you meet someone?"
Kurt finally turns to face his roommate, letting him take in his shining eyes. "Yes," Kurt whispers, because that's about all he's able to do. "Declan Rogner."
Todd grins knowingly, because Kurt may or may not have been fantasizing about him for the past few weeks.
"He's a keeper," Todd responds with a wink, walking off to sit on his own bed.
"I hope so," Kurt replies softly, and he's surprised to find that he actually hopes Todd's words are true.
June 2013
"I'm going to miss you," Declan murmurs into Kurt's neck, his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist. "I can't believe you're going home for the whole summer."
Kurt turns so that he's facing his boyfriend of one month - and, honestly, it feels like it's been longer than that.
"Well you're coming over for like the last month," Kurt says with a chuckle, "So it won't be as bad."
Declan joins in laughing before stopping and pressing his lips to Kurt's neck.
"Mmm," Kurt moans, and he still isn't sure how something like this could feel so good.
"You like that?" Declan murmurs as he trails his lips up his jaw.
"Y-yeah," Kurt splutters. He can't quite focus when Declan is doing things like that to him.
Somehow the pair ends up on the couch, kissing feverishly and gripping onto any part of the other that they can find.
"Is it too early to tell you that I love you?" Declan mutters, and Kurt's sure that he's just caught up in the heat of the moment.
After all, no one could love him. At least, not someone that he actually liked back.
And, no Kurt, why do you keep bringing those thoughts back? That was years ago now. Just let it go.
When Kurt doesn't respond, Declan presses more kisses to Kurt's lips, slipping his hand under the back of Kurt's shirt.
"Well, I'll say it anyway," he breathes into Kurt's mouth. "I love you, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt doesn't respond. Instead he presses his lips back to Declan's hoping that will suffice.
But he knows that he doesn't respond because he's not sure if he can say it and mean it.
Kurt sighs contentedly as he walks through the door of his house. It feels as if he hasn't been here in ages, and he finds it hard to believe that he's going to be living here again for the next few months.
It's a great feeling.
Kurt hears his phone ring in his pocket. He pulls it out and smiles, just staring at the text from Declan.
He's about to respond when his dad chooses that exact moment to walk into the room.
"Kurt!" He cries, and Kurt feels his cheeks tinting at his dad's excitement. "You're home."
"Yeah," Kurt says with a shrug, even though all he really wants to do is rush over to his dad and embrace him in a hug. "I am."
He gets an amused look on his face for a moment before leaning against the door frame. "Who was that text from?"
Kurt's eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "What?"
"You were grinning like mad at your phone," Burt explains. "Is it from someone special?"
And then Kurt remembers who the text was from. And he also remembers the fact that he only told Carole about Declan, begging her to keep it from Burt until he could tell his father himself.
"Oh, uh…" He pauses, looking down at the hard-wood floor and pleading with his cheeks not to blush.
"What's his name?" Burt asks. Kurt looks back up at him, seeing that the man has an amused expression on his face.
"Umm…Declan," Kurt mutters. "We - uhh - We've been dating for a few months now."
Burt nods, his expression unchanging. "Does he treat you right?"
"Yes," Kurt says quietly. "He's wonderful."
Burt nods again, this time out of approval. "Well I expect to meet him sometime," he says a moment later. "Anyone that makes my son smile like that is someone worth meeting."
Kurt feels his blush forming again.
August 2013
"Kurt, I can't freaking find your house," Kurt hears Declan groaning through the phone.
"It's the white one with the long pathway," Kurt explains, sitting in the living room and waiting for his boyfriend's car to come into view.
"They're all white, Kurt," Declan responds, causing Kurt to let out a snort.
"I'll go stand outside. Just look for me, alright?"
Declan agrees and Kurt hangs up his phone. He slips on a pair of sandals and heads out the door, perching himself on the grass in his front yard.
A few moments later, a blue Sedan comes to the curb and parks. Kurt abruptly stands up, quickly fixing his hair. Declan comes out of the car not a second later, catching Kurt's eye and grinning.
"Hi," he says as he walks towards Kurt.
"Hi," Kurt replies, and man, he really is attractive, isn't he?
Declan grins, seeming to read Kurt's mind. Once he's close enough, he wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and pulls the boy closer to him. "I missed you," he whispers into Kurt's ear.
"I missed you too," Kurt murmurs back. "A lot. I didn't realize not seeing you for so long would be this torturous."
Declan doesn't respond, instead leaning in and pressing his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt sighs contentedly as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's neck, letting himself get lost in the sensation of kissing his soft lips.
"Ahem."
Kurt pulls away, feeling his cheeks blush deep red. He turns and sees his father leaning against the side of the house, giving the two an amused look.
"Sorry to interrupt you're little reunion," he says, not looking sorry at all. "But Carole said for me to come tell you that dinner's ready."
Declan shoots Kurt a panicky look.
Kurt takes a deep breath and grabs the boy's hand, dragging him up towards the house. "Dad," he says, "This is Declan. My boyfriend."
December 2013
Kurt looks at the scene in front of him with admiration. All of the New Directions are presently at Rachel's, having their annual Christmas party that they've had since before they even graduated.
Except this year, the second one since graduation, is extremely different than the others.
That is mostly because not everyone could come. Mike and Tina stayed at school over the break, Mercedes was visiting relatives in Virginia, and Artie was shooting some big movie in L.A.
It's different, but still nice.
Kurt laughs at his friends, who are bouncing around and just having a good time, acting like they're still teenagers. That's kind of a given for when they're all together like this, though.
"My man!" Puck calls to Kurt, plopping down on the couch next to him a few moments later. "My boy. My main squeeze. My -"
Kurt laughs, because, yeah, Puck's already had a few too many drinks. "Hi, Puck."
Puck grins at him and holds out his fist, signaling with his head for Kurt to pound it. Kurt grins and does so.
"So," Puck starts once he draws his hand away. "I hear from Finn that you've got yourself a nice little boy toy."
Kurt sighs. He probably should have assumed that Finn would tell everyone about Declan. "He's not a boy toy," Kurt responds. "But essentially, you are correct."
Puck grins at him, nudging him with his elbow and giving him a knowing look. "Is he good in bed?" He asks, as if it's the most natural question in the world. Which for Puck it probably is.
"Err -" Kurt lets his eyes drop to the floor. "We - uhh - we haven't gotten that far yet."
"Seriously?" Puck raises an eyebrow. "Because, not to sound weird or anything, but you are one fine piece of man. If he doesn't want to bang that, then -"
"No, no," Kurt shakes his head, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to be over. "It's not him. It's - I'm just not ready for that yet."
Kurt only half focuses on what Puck is saying now, thinking about what he just said.
He doesn't know if it's the fact that he's not ready, or if he's not sure about Declan.
.....
"Hey, baby," Declan greets him once Kurt comes through the door.
Burt agreed to let Kurt visit Declan after Christmas, as long as he came home a few days before he had to go back to New York.
Declan lives in North Carolina. And from the moment he arrived, he knew that this was exactly the kind of place his boyfriend would come from.
"Hi," Kurt replies, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "How are you?"
"Good, now that you're here."
Kurt feels himself blushing. He never thought that anyone would ever say anything like that to him, and yet here he is, being adored by his boyfriend.
"When am I going to meet your parents?" That fact has been nagging Kurt all day. He hasn't met Declan's parents yet, but from what he's heard their wonderful.
But he's also been told that they scared Declan's last boyfriend away.
"They're coming over for dinner tomorrow," Declan explains. "You'll be fine."
And fine Kurt was.
In fact, it had gone so well that, since Declan's parents had left no less than ten minutes ago, Kurt now finds himself pressed against the wall, Declan pressing soft, tender kisses to Kurt's neck.
"Kurt, god," Declan moans as he reattaches his lips to Kurt's. "I missed you so much."
"Nngg," Kurt replies, because that is about the best he can do right now.
And that noise seems to do something to Declan, who abruptly grabs Kurt's hand and starts to drag Kurt towards his room.
And Kurt's too caught up in the moment to care about what Declan's thinking, about what Declan thinks Kurt wants too.
Declan pushes him gently into the bed, following his body down before resuming his kissing of Kurt thoroughly.
Kurt responds, because god does this feel good. He could probably spend all day just kissing. Hell, he could probably spend the rest of his life kissing.
He doesn't think twice as he feels Declan's hands roam up his shirt, and maybe he even leant into the touch a little bit.
And then he feels Declan roll his hips a little with a moan, and Kurt sees a flash of something.
A flash of something bright and lively and pure hazel.
Kurt pulls away, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he whispers, whether for Declan or himself, he isn't sure. "I - I can't. I'm not ready."
Declan nods in understanding. "It's okay," he says, still breathing deeply and wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "I can wait. It's you that matters."
Kurt nods and offers his boyfriend a soft smile before turning his head in the opposite direction, so Declan can't see his face.
He doesn't know why he stopped. He could practically feel his body begging him to just let loose and do it.
But the hazel -
Kurt shakes his head. Those thoughts haven't invaded his mind in months.
So why were they now?
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