Fic: Desperate Endeavor (8/?)
Title: Desperate Endeavor - 8/?
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Tina (side pairing)
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
Kurt didn’t really sleep that night. He did some work that he had been meaning to get done for weeks, continuously checked on the sleeping Blaine and eventually laid next to him in bed, just watching his breath rise and fall. He could not keep his eyes off of Blaine for long. It was around six-thirty in the morning when Blaine’s phone started ringing frantically. It was loud and Kurt had to ruffle around in the other man’s pants, which were laid discarded on the floor, just to find it. He fished it out and turned it off.
Blaine woke up, yawning and stretching. He rubbed both of his eyes and looked at Kurt with an expression that vaguely resembled a kicked puppy. He pouted some, turned around to assess his situation and then looked Kurt in the eyes with a sudden, sharp, almost panicked clarity. “Was that my phone?” he asked softly, his voice still full of sleep. “I need to answer my phone, Kurt.”
“You’re not on call,” Kurt said sharply, calling back his commanding and dominant voice for another round. It definitely got Blaine’s attention because he looked up at Kurt with alarm and surprise in his pretty brown eyes. “You’re in no condition to go anywhere and I am making you stay here today Blaine, so let’s skip the arguments for now.”
Blaine then turned around, shifting a little and instantly groaning out loud. His face contorted for a second and it was obvious that he was in a considerable amount of pain. He rubbed a hand over his forehead and winced, his expressions so vivid and emotional that they caught Kurt off guard. He was starting to notice every little thing that made Blaine who he was. “I can barely remember coming here,” he said softly.
Kurt was honestly not surprised to hear this with the condition Blaine had been in the previous night. “Do you have a headache?” he asked tenderly, brushing Blaine’s curly hair out of his eyes.
Blaine nodded slowly.
Kurt went into the bathroom and grabbed the other some aspirin and a glass of water. He handed them over, watching as Blaine took the medicine quickly. “I’m going to make us some breakfast and we’ll just hang out today, alright?” he said tenderly. He knew that he and Blaine had a lot to talk about but right now he just wanted to help Blaine feel as comfortable as possible. Blaine nodded and slowly walked to the mirror on the vanity next to Kurt’s bed.
“He really did me in,” he said, shaking his head from side to side and running a hand over the bruise under his eye. “He’s getting worse and worse every time and he always calls for me.”
Kurt thought that he heard Blaine mumble Karofsky under his breath, but he pretended not to hear because that was way too much information for either of them to process just yet. He shook it off, pretended that he did not hear it, and then began to rub Blaine’s shoulders. “You can’t go on living like this,” he said softly, rubbing his hands over the smooth muscle. “I don’t know how much you remember from last night but I meant every word I said about hiring you.”
Blaine looked confused. Kurt watched in the mirror as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Kurt reiterated what he had said before. “Brittany’s a little slow at times and I do need an extra set of hands to help me out. I’m giving her a few months off when the baby is born and I could really use someone else…”
Blaine swallowed. He didn’t say no but he couldn’t accept the offer all of the same. He shook his head to make some kind of objection but closed his mouth again a moment later. He opened and closed his mouth and seemed to be very uncomfortable without words of any kind. Kurt leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Blaine turned the rest of his body around and the two kissed passionately. Kurt pressed his hand to the unbruised side of Blaine’s face and he spent a moment just enjoying the taste of their kiss. It was very sweet, soft and sincere. Within moments, Kurt felt Blaine’s tears against his cheek. He paused and pulled back, seeing the strained look on Blaine’s face and the fact that yes, he was crying. Kurt leaned over and pressed his lips to Blaine’s salty cheek, not saying a word, just kissing his face, doing his best to will the tears away.
“I’m gonna make breakfast,” he said, walking into the kitchen and indicating for Blaine to follow when he was ready. He gave him a tiny squeeze, a half-hug, that he hoped conveyed that he loved him and wanted to make things better for him.
Kurt started pulling out the ingredients for his favorite egg dish and started working. “I want to watch a movie after we eat,” he said brightly when Blaine came into the kitchen, more composed than he was before. “I’ve been working like crazy the last few months and haven’t even watched The Sound of Music in months, how sad is that? When I was a little kid I used to watch it weekly”
Blaine smiled at him, still looking tired and emotionally exhausted. He had stopped crying, for the most part, but he just looked so worn in. “I hope that I’m not taking you away from work,” he mumbled softly. “I know that you have a lot of things to do.”
Kurt shook his head but then reconsidered what he was going to say.
“You have taken me away from work,” he said honestly, knowing that he had made no progress in the weeks since Blaine first graced his presence, “but it’s been the most wonderful thing for me Blaine. I was living for my work, which while amazing is not at all fulfilling. This is very fulfilling.”
Blaine made a face and watched him for a moment, as though the cooking was the most interesting thing that he had seen in his life. “Can I help you any?”
Kurt let Blaine help with some things while he cooked, feeling domestic and happy. It was just wonderful. They ate breakfast after, Blaine complimenting his cooking skills practically every five seconds. It made Kurt wonder with a broken heart just when the last time was that Blaine ate a good meal. He watched Blaine the whole time that he ate, unable to really keep his eyes off of the other boy no matter what he was doing. It was an addiction, just as Kurt had initially feared it was, but this was the first time that the addiction didn’t bother him or unnerve him deeply. It was natural.
When they finished eating, Kurt cleared their plates and they returned to the bedroom. Blaine sunk deep into the blankets, holding them close to himself. “I’m always cold,” he admitted. Kurt then proceeded to snuggle himself as close to Blaine as possible.
They watched The Sound of Music, Kurt quoting it like he had been able to do since he was five years old. They followed it up with a complete musical marathon; both just content to lay curled up together and watch the movie.
“Do you want to take a shower or something?” Kurt asked, after their fourth or fifth movie. Kurt wasn’t counting anymore; he just knew that it was Chicago.
Blaine smiled a brilliant smile. “Why Kurt, do I smell or something?” he asked, teasing.
“No, I just know we’ve been in the same position for hours,” he said, shaking his head. “I also know that you had a rough night yesterday and eh, what do I know?”
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt’s lips. “I think I will. Plumbing at my apartment is crap. Be back.”
While he was gone, Kurt sunk even deeper into the bed. When he heard Blaine singing in the adjoining room, he started crying. Oh god, he was so in love that it was absolutely, positively pathetic.
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Tina (side pairing)
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
Kurt didn’t really sleep that night. He did some work that he had been meaning to get done for weeks, continuously checked on the sleeping Blaine and eventually laid next to him in bed, just watching his breath rise and fall. He could not keep his eyes off of Blaine for long. It was around six-thirty in the morning when Blaine’s phone started ringing frantically. It was loud and Kurt had to ruffle around in the other man’s pants, which were laid discarded on the floor, just to find it. He fished it out and turned it off.
Blaine woke up, yawning and stretching. He rubbed both of his eyes and looked at Kurt with an expression that vaguely resembled a kicked puppy. He pouted some, turned around to assess his situation and then looked Kurt in the eyes with a sudden, sharp, almost panicked clarity. “Was that my phone?” he asked softly, his voice still full of sleep. “I need to answer my phone, Kurt.”
“You’re not on call,” Kurt said sharply, calling back his commanding and dominant voice for another round. It definitely got Blaine’s attention because he looked up at Kurt with alarm and surprise in his pretty brown eyes. “You’re in no condition to go anywhere and I am making you stay here today Blaine, so let’s skip the arguments for now.”
Blaine then turned around, shifting a little and instantly groaning out loud. His face contorted for a second and it was obvious that he was in a considerable amount of pain. He rubbed a hand over his forehead and winced, his expressions so vivid and emotional that they caught Kurt off guard. He was starting to notice every little thing that made Blaine who he was. “I can barely remember coming here,” he said softly.
Kurt was honestly not surprised to hear this with the condition Blaine had been in the previous night. “Do you have a headache?” he asked tenderly, brushing Blaine’s curly hair out of his eyes.
Blaine nodded slowly.
Kurt went into the bathroom and grabbed the other some aspirin and a glass of water. He handed them over, watching as Blaine took the medicine quickly. “I’m going to make us some breakfast and we’ll just hang out today, alright?” he said tenderly. He knew that he and Blaine had a lot to talk about but right now he just wanted to help Blaine feel as comfortable as possible. Blaine nodded and slowly walked to the mirror on the vanity next to Kurt’s bed.
“He really did me in,” he said, shaking his head from side to side and running a hand over the bruise under his eye. “He’s getting worse and worse every time and he always calls for me.”
Kurt thought that he heard Blaine mumble Karofsky under his breath, but he pretended not to hear because that was way too much information for either of them to process just yet. He shook it off, pretended that he did not hear it, and then began to rub Blaine’s shoulders. “You can’t go on living like this,” he said softly, rubbing his hands over the smooth muscle. “I don’t know how much you remember from last night but I meant every word I said about hiring you.”
Blaine looked confused. Kurt watched in the mirror as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Kurt reiterated what he had said before. “Brittany’s a little slow at times and I do need an extra set of hands to help me out. I’m giving her a few months off when the baby is born and I could really use someone else…”
Blaine swallowed. He didn’t say no but he couldn’t accept the offer all of the same. He shook his head to make some kind of objection but closed his mouth again a moment later. He opened and closed his mouth and seemed to be very uncomfortable without words of any kind. Kurt leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Blaine turned the rest of his body around and the two kissed passionately. Kurt pressed his hand to the unbruised side of Blaine’s face and he spent a moment just enjoying the taste of their kiss. It was very sweet, soft and sincere. Within moments, Kurt felt Blaine’s tears against his cheek. He paused and pulled back, seeing the strained look on Blaine’s face and the fact that yes, he was crying. Kurt leaned over and pressed his lips to Blaine’s salty cheek, not saying a word, just kissing his face, doing his best to will the tears away.
“I’m gonna make breakfast,” he said, walking into the kitchen and indicating for Blaine to follow when he was ready. He gave him a tiny squeeze, a half-hug, that he hoped conveyed that he loved him and wanted to make things better for him.
Kurt started pulling out the ingredients for his favorite egg dish and started working. “I want to watch a movie after we eat,” he said brightly when Blaine came into the kitchen, more composed than he was before. “I’ve been working like crazy the last few months and haven’t even watched The Sound of Music in months, how sad is that? When I was a little kid I used to watch it weekly”
Blaine smiled at him, still looking tired and emotionally exhausted. He had stopped crying, for the most part, but he just looked so worn in. “I hope that I’m not taking you away from work,” he mumbled softly. “I know that you have a lot of things to do.”
Kurt shook his head but then reconsidered what he was going to say.
“You have taken me away from work,” he said honestly, knowing that he had made no progress in the weeks since Blaine first graced his presence, “but it’s been the most wonderful thing for me Blaine. I was living for my work, which while amazing is not at all fulfilling. This is very fulfilling.”
Blaine made a face and watched him for a moment, as though the cooking was the most interesting thing that he had seen in his life. “Can I help you any?”
Kurt let Blaine help with some things while he cooked, feeling domestic and happy. It was just wonderful. They ate breakfast after, Blaine complimenting his cooking skills practically every five seconds. It made Kurt wonder with a broken heart just when the last time was that Blaine ate a good meal. He watched Blaine the whole time that he ate, unable to really keep his eyes off of the other boy no matter what he was doing. It was an addiction, just as Kurt had initially feared it was, but this was the first time that the addiction didn’t bother him or unnerve him deeply. It was natural.
When they finished eating, Kurt cleared their plates and they returned to the bedroom. Blaine sunk deep into the blankets, holding them close to himself. “I’m always cold,” he admitted. Kurt then proceeded to snuggle himself as close to Blaine as possible.
They watched The Sound of Music, Kurt quoting it like he had been able to do since he was five years old. They followed it up with a complete musical marathon; both just content to lay curled up together and watch the movie.
“Do you want to take a shower or something?” Kurt asked, after their fourth or fifth movie. Kurt wasn’t counting anymore; he just knew that it was Chicago.
Blaine smiled a brilliant smile. “Why Kurt, do I smell or something?” he asked, teasing.
“No, I just know we’ve been in the same position for hours,” he said, shaking his head. “I also know that you had a rough night yesterday and eh, what do I know?”
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt’s lips. “I think I will. Plumbing at my apartment is crap. Be back.”
While he was gone, Kurt sunk even deeper into the bed. When he heard Blaine singing in the adjoining room, he started crying. Oh god, he was so in love that it was absolutely, positively pathetic.