Somewhere Only We Knew Chap. 4
Chapter Four
Present- London
Blaine’s lounging in an armchair in the living room; Sam curled up on his lap. It marvels him that the larger boy can fit so comfortably in his lap. He has one arm curled securely around the boy’s waist to keep him from slipping. His other hand is tangled in recently-dyed-blonde hair. It came as quite a shock to him when a six-year old Sam had lumbered over to him with chocolaty locks. His boyfriend has a hand sleepily twisted in his polo, the other resting on his shoulder. His head is laying on Blaine’s free shoulder his soft, even breathes warming his neck. Blaine’s sure the blonde is asleep, again.
Blaine loves sitting in the cozy, suede, cream colored chair. Mainly it’s because of its vintage point. The living room has two doors and from the chair he can comfortably look through them both. Through one door he can effortlessly see into the kitchen, hallway, and the study, which is commonly becoming known as the conference room for ‘adults’. The other door gives him a perfect view of entry way and stairs. Blaine has a thing for being vigilant now. He knows he was completely clueless until too late the first time around and he swore this time would be different.
Currently, he can see the fiery red head, Amy, drag the Doctor, Lancelot and her husband into the study. He can see Merlin sitting at the kitchen table, munching contently on some sweet Gwen made him. He’s smiling at her, talking excitedly. Arthur is perched on the seat beside him, blue eyes never straying off the raven haired boy. Every now and then the blonde will reach up and wipe a crumb from the corner of his mouth, followed by a surly remark. Finn is pacing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Kurt to come down so they can go on their ‘date’.
“Do you think Kurt knows it’s a date?” Sam whispers, startling Blaine.
“I thought you were asleep,” he says, gently kissing his forehead.
“I was,” he yawns, nuzzling further into his boyfriend’s neck. “So do you think he knows?”
Blaine thought about it for a moment. It has been three days since Kurt’s birthday. Since then the house is steadily being over flown with gifts for the birthday boy. Each gift has a unique significance to an important event in their timeline together, including the CD containing all the songs from their parents wedding, including the rendition of ‘Just the Way You Are’ song by Finn himself. Unfortunately, none of these things trigger any memories. It seems the more Finn tries the more oblivious Kurt becomes.
“I don’t believe so,” he answers.
In a last ditch resort the taller teen finally broke down and asked the other to spend the day with him. It had actually been extremely cute from Blaine’s position, watching as the awkward man fidget with his shirt, while shifting from foot to foot. His eyes dart from the floor to the object of his affections as he stammers out his invitation in front of everyone. The grin on his face was adorable when Kurt had finally giggled a ‘yes’.
“Kurt, come on, we’re going to be late!” he calls up the stairs. He’s traded pacing for standing at the bottom of the stairs to do the strangely-cute-shuffle-fidget thing again.
“Calm down, we have plenty of time,” Kurt answers, elegantly moving down the stairs. “Besides it takes awhile to get this perfect,” he smirks, now standing in front of a gob smacked Finn. Really the boys in the chair can’t blame him. Kurt looks amazing, no scratch that, he looks fucking hot! He is dressed in a surprisingly tight pale green dress shirt that draws out the green in his eyes. His hair is gel-less but carefully styled into a sexy mess. The dark vest over his dress shirt makes his pale skin look creamy and smooth. To top it all off he is wearing the tightest pair of jeans he owns. They make his butt look great, especially when he bends over to slip his shoes on. To which Finn lets out a strangled chocking noise.
“Maybe he does,” he mutters, staring dazedly at his ex-boyfriend’s retreating form. When his boyfriend didn’t respond he sneaks a gaze from the corners of his eyes. Sam’s gaze is locks on Kurt before flickering sadly to Blaine’s chest.
“Do you miss him?” he asks, shyly. Ah, he should have known. Although his boyfriend has an extremely fit body, he is very insecure. In fact that’s probably why he strives to keep himself in shape, Blaine notes.
“No,” he says confidently. “Why would I when I have you?” The hand he has resting around Sam’s waist slips forward until it’s at his front.
“It’s really all about sex with you isn’t it?”
“No, there are a lot of other things I love about you.”
“Love?” Sam says sounding a little bit startled. Blaine freezes, realizing for the first time that they have never discussed ‘love’. They have been dating for a little over ten years and yet this is the first that either of them has said it to the other. It’s then that he can understand why, perhaps, Sam is so insecure of himself. A little after they had got together they were swept away to protect Blaine’s ex-boyfriend and they haven’t stopped yet.
“Yes, love,” he confirms, slipping his hand inside of Sam’s pants, cupping him through his underwear. The blonde moans softly in his ear.
“Not in the living room!” he groans as his boyfriend begins to stroke his clothed member.
“I love you, Sam Evans,” Blaine whispers in his ear before biting the lobe. Sam sits up, jostling the brunette’s hold. Blaine pouts, wriggling his hand around until it slips into Sam’s boxers. He encircles the member in his hand, giving it a loving squeeze. The blonde’s cheeks are a bright shade of red, his lovely blue eyes almost completely swallowed by the pupil. He is gasping for breath, his full lips opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s gorgeous and Blaine truly does love him.
“I love you too,” he finally stutters. Blaine beams at him before claiming those lips in a kiss. He swipes at Sam’s lower lip with his tongue, asking for permission. To which Sam gives willingly, a moan sliding out with his tongue. Their tongues caress each other as Blaine’s hand mimics the touch with his hand, bringing Sam to completion.
Sam curls back up, drowsily, his hand working at Blaine’s jeans. Blaine swats his hand, pressing a kiss to his forehead and telling him to go back to sleep. He’s always found it adorably (though sometimes inconvient) that Sam, despite being very athletic and fit, is always sleepy after he cums. Watching Sam sleep, curled in his lap, Blaine remembers the first time they met properly:
Blaine leans heavily on his horn, ignoring the steady pounding that is beginning in his head. He left Dalton with ample time but there is no way for him to have foreseen this! The car before him is moves from its previous crawl into a steady movement. He’s not usually an aggressive driver; he’s not an aggressive person period. Lately, though, he is losing his temper over the smallest things.
He attributes his new mood to Kurt. He’s not stupid. He’s seen it brewing, every since his boyfriend went back to McKinley. Truthfully he should have probably seen it coming from the very beginning. He has just been blinded, Kurt says he loves him. Yet deep in Blaine’s heart he knows that’s not true. Perhaps he should have been clued in by Kurt’s hesitance or the questioning smile after he said the words but he hadn’t.
He slams his palm into the horn once more, this time followed by the honks of his fellow angry drivers. Another car speeds past him to cut in front of the slow driver. He waits a beat before following this person’s example. Adrenaline steadily pumps into his blood and he has to let out a small, giddy chuckle. He’s never been this reckless with driving. He safely makes it past the obnoxious driver and once again going at the proper speed limit.
He pulls into the McKinley parking lot twenty minutes late. He leaves his car idling as he scrambles out. His long stride turns into a steady jog as he heads for the front door. His stomach is swarming with nerves; the distinct lack of cars in the lot isn’t helping. He knows he’s late but Kurt had promised to be here. He’d promised to celebrate the end of the school year with him.
He cuts a sharp corner realizing all too late that someone else is also taking that corner. They slam into each other, tumbling to the ground in a mass of tangled limbs. Blaine smacks his forehead into the stranger’s drawing pain filled groans from both of them. “Sorry,” he says scrambling off the other person. He reaches down to help a blonde male, he knows he’s seen somewhere but can’t place, off the concrete.
“It’s cool,” he says, nice full lips turning up in an embarrassed smile.
“Um, I should be going,” Blaine says, gesturing to somewhere behind the blonde, scooting past him. The blonde nods, giving him one more apologetic smile, before disappearing round the side of the building. Blaine starts up his jog again, though moving more cautiously. He makes it to the side of the building where the auditorium exit is. It’s where he and Kurt meet whenever he’s come to McKinley.
And of course Kurt is nowhere in sight.
He slumps against the brick wall, letting gravity take over. He brings his legs up to his chest, resting his head on his knees. It’s not the first time that something like this has happened with his boyfriend, it’s just the strange finality in the air that is new. The whole time, since he got caught behind the car, there seemed to be something saying that if he didn’t reach Kurt in time it was over. His last chance is gone. He pounds the ground with his fists, letting out a frustrated scream.
“Um, are you okay?” a voice says, startling him. He whips his head up to meet worried blue eyes, the same blue eyes he’d met when he was laying on the man a few minutes ago. He finally remembers where he’s seen this man before. He is in the McKinley glee club, the new kid who is very easy going about Kurt’s sexual orientation.
“Yeah, just- do you know- is Kurt here?” Blaine asks, wincing slightly at how pathetic he sounds.
“No,” the blonde frowns. “He and Finn disappeared right after lunch.” The brunette snorts at the name because it always comes back to him. Finn, Kurt’s-a-hundred-percent-straight-gay-crush-turned-step-brother-who-then-turned-out-not-to-be-as-straight-as-they-thought. Finn, the man Blaine knew he was slowly losing Kurt to since he came back.
“Well then,” he sighs, pushing himself up. “I guess I should get going.”
“Wait,” the blonde says quickly stepping into his path. “You’re Blaine, right?”
“Yeah,” he nods suddenly wondering where this is going.
“I’m Sam,” he says holding out his hand, “Sam I am.” He smiles briefly before fidgeting and dropping his hand before Blaine has a chance to grab it. “Doyouwanttogetsomethingtoeat?”
It takes the other boy a few seconds to slow down and repeat the sentence in his head. When he understands, he gasps. “Like a date?” he asks because he doesn’t think he could handle something like that right after heartbreak. He and Kurt aren’t even really broken up yet, though he knows it is coming. Sam obviously does to by his next statement.
“No, that’s not- I’m not-,” he stops to take in a calming breath, “I just know what it’s like to lose the person you love to Finn.”
Blaine faintly remembers Kurt saying that Finn is a horrible hypocrite when faced with something he really wants. “Okay,” he finally decides. “That sounds cool.” The brilliantly happy grin Sam gives him makes his heart jump in a way Kurt’s smile never made it. The realization startles him and he pushes the feelings down. He’s just gotten his heart broken he can’t honestly be thinking of falling for a straight boy.
“Did you drive?” Sam is asking him. He nods still stunned by his own thoughts. “Cool, let me just call my mom,” he says pulling a cell phone out of his jeans pocket. Blaine watches him go; glad that he will be able to have a celebration even if it isn’t with his boyfriend.
In the Study
“You can’t tell me,” Amy repeats slowly and carefully as if talking to a small child. The Doctor nods absently, fiddling with a book. “Why?” she grounds out.
“Safety measures,” he says, putting the book away and pulling out another. “Oh now this is a good book!” He cheerfully waves the piece around.
“Safety measures?” she repeats again. The Doctor sets the book down leveling her with a serious gaze.
“Please stop repeating everything I say, horrible experience that was! I can’t tell you, you and Rory will just have to watch everything unfold. You’re a fresh pair of eyes in an old situation. You know that saying right?” he says going back to the bookshelf.
“I don’t think it quite goes like that,” Rory breaks in. Amy rolls her eyes. The Doctor just waves his hand in dismissal.
“All I need you two to do is watch the situation from a distance and give feedback. And watch Kurt in particular. Now Lancelot and I have some things to discuss if you please,” he gestures towards the class doors. With an angry huff, Amy stalks out of the study, Rory following in her wake. The door slams shut after them.
“You know they really do deserve some kind of explanation,” Lancelot comments. The Doctor doesn’t say anything, just pulls out any other book, flipping it over in his hands. He sets it back onto the shelf. Lancelot sighs, knowing he’s not going to get anything from the alien. It’s the first time he’s ever worked with him but he already knows the Doctor doesn’t reveal any information unless he wants to.
“What do you want to talk about?” he decides, dropping the last point.
“I was wondering if Merlin told you and Gwen the entire story?” he asks, at last putting down the book to look at him.
“No he did not explain everything, but he gave us the basics and that was good enough for us,” Lance says lowly. He knows what the doctor was trying to point out. That he and Gwen are in the same boat as Amy and Rory, but they are not.
“Oh Goodie! So you would know, has Finn been taking his pills?”
“Yes, one every morning and night,” Lancelot nods, slightly thrown off.
“That’s good, very, very.very.very, good!” the Doctor says, clapping his hands together. “Well that’ll be all!” he says, heading out the door. He pauses for a moment to stare at the couple currently lip-locked on the arm chair to wonder ‘How can humans breathe when they do that?’ before continuing into the kitchen.
SWOWK
Amy sat stabbing her broccoli with a fork, glaring daggers at the Doctor from over the table. He couldn’t tell her?! That is complete bullshit and she knows it. The Doctor, like always, is purposefully withholding information from her. Well, two can play at that game. She hasn’t told anyone, least of all the Doctor, about what she saw on Kurt’s birthday.
“So Blaine, Sam,” Gwen says, her voice almost too cheerful, breaking Amy’s stare from the Doctor so she can see what’s going on. The two teen boys look up at her with faces that are the definition of innocence. “It has come to my attention that you two are…are…well,” She seems to get stuck, her eyes dart away from the teens and her tan cheeks catch a hint of red.
“Re-exploring their hormones?” Merlin suggests politely, but sends the rest of the table, minus the Doctor, into a fit of giggles.
“Yes, that!” Gwen states, going back to boring holes into Sam and Blaine’s heads. Said two are now hunkered down in their chairs, faces a mix between horrified and amused. “And I would appreciate it if you don’t do it on my recliner!” Which just sets the table off again.
“Sorry, Gwen,” they mumble when they are able to keep their faces straight. Amy just sighs, turning back to her dinner. They have all just settled down when the door bangs open.
“Fuck you, Finn Hudson!” a surly voice screams, followed by footsteps rushing up the stairs and a door banging shut. Amy sits up, leaning forward in interest. The date obviously didn’t end well but they had been out for half the day so it couldn’t have been all bad. The table remains silent until Finn lumbers in, a dreamy, lopsided grin on his face.
“What was that all about?” Blaine questions and breaks the silence.
“Wuh?” Finn says, becoming startled as if seeing everyone for the first time. “Oh, Kurt? He’s just upset that he didn’t know it was a date till I kissed him.”
“Did he remember?” Merlin asks.
Before Finn gets a chance to answer a scream pierces through the house.
Every one jumps up from the table, sprinting out of the room in order to get to the screaming boy. Amy gets up too, but doesn’t run out with the others. Instead she stands, solid, staring at the police box in the backyard. Standing beside it is Kurt, or at least a version of Kurt, the same version from the other week. He is kneeling next to the TARDIS (A/N: for those who don’t know police box and TARDIS = same thing) head thrown back, mouth open in a scream she has no trouble imagining how it sounds. His pale hands are clenching the fabric of his shirt.
Suddenly there is another Kurt beside the first one. He drops to his knees beside the screaming one, gently wrapping his arms around him. It should be comforting but the second Kurt is staring at Amy, mouth drawn up in a huge grin that shows off millions of tiny razor sharp teeth. He stops hugging the first Kurt to show Amy one of his hands. Or more accurately what’s in his hand. It is a heart, a human heart that is in fact still beating, blood using from in with every pulsation. He brings in to his face and bites into it.
Amy’s screams mingle with Kurt’s.
Notes:
1 I usually don’t put random author’s notes in the middle of my writing but I didn’t want non Doctor Who watchers to be confused. The TARDIS is the Doctor’s space ship and looks like an old English police box.
2 Yes I know it’s been a while (almost three months). I didn’t forget. And in fact have the next three chapters planned out! It’s Kinnja day on Tumblr and so I decided to get my ass in gear and finish this. Also tomorrow is my first day of school. I’m a senior baby!
3 As you can all see from my fail blow job I suck at writing any kind of sex scenes but I have two full sex scenes planned soo (this is where it gets awkward) would anyone want to write/ collaborate one for/with me?