Pieces of a dragon puzzle Chapter 9
Title: Pieces of a dragon puzzle
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Klaine, mentioned Niff, Fuinn&Finchel (both according to S2), Britanna, Barole
Spoilers: None
Warnings: cursing/colorful language from time to time, horny teenagers, in some parts mild dub-con, sex (does one even warn for that?)
Word Count: about 8,500 (?) this chapter, so far appr. 59,500 in total.
A/N:
...better late than never? I'm so sorry for taking so incredibly long :-( But for the good news: there's two chapters left, they're BIG and they'll be uploaded soon, so this story is going to be finished before christmas! And I might or might not have another tiny christmas story in the waiting (sadly not for this verse, but it's with elf!Kurt).
You can find updates for this story on dragonpuzzle.tumblr.com
Summary:
Kurt had really only planned to spy on the Warblers. But instead he was
found out by a creepy Asian, got stuck with a heavy stone which turned
out not be a stone at all and now he had a flying lizard at home who was
at risk of burning down his entire wardrobe with every fiery sneeze.
Dragon!Blaine/Kurt
So far:
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8
Thanking a god he didn’t believe in, Kurt found the house dark when he parked the Navigator in the driveway. He didn't expect his parents and Finn to be asleep already, so he wasn’t entirely sure why there were no lights in any of the windows. They went into the house without exchanging words, but Kurt could see, in the flickering light of the street lamp, that Blaine’s tears hadn’t dried completely and he was trying to discreetly wipe at his running nose.
“Don’t…I’ll get you a handkerchief in a minute.” Kurt whispered and gently tugged Blaine’s hand away from his face and intertwined it with his own, dragging Blaine into the house. He was relieved when Blaine didn’t pull his hand away, now hoping there was a way Blaine could forgive him. Because Kurt was so, so guilty of all of Blaine’s accusations.
Once inside, Kurt pulled Blaine into the kitchen to find him a handkerchief. Blaine sat down at the table and blew his nose as quietly as possible, and that’s when Kurt finally saw the note pinned to the fridge:
We went out for dinner. Thought, you two’d be back by now, so we’ll bring some food home for you. Should be back around 11 PM latest.
It was in his dad’s scrawly writing and judging from the silence of the house, Finn was probably with them. Kurt glanced at the clock, noting it was only 9 PM, so they couldn’t have been gone long. He sighed. At least they could talk now without anyone interrupting. Though Kurt wasn’t too sure if it was only to talk or if another fight was coming up, one to finally blow everything over.
Kurt gulped, steeling his nerves before turning to Blaine. Blaine had disposed of the used handkerchief, now silently looking up at Kurt, with big, red-rimmed eyes full of hurt and sadness.
“Are you hungry?” Kurt heard himself say, as he felt an imaginary bead of sweat run down his back. He was scared of what was to come.
Blaine slowly shook his head. “I’m not really in the mood for food right now,” he rasped, his voice betraying how long he had been crying.
“That’s good, because Dad, Carole and Finn are out and we probably won’t get anything before eleven.” Kurt rambled, wringing his hand in front of him. Then it was silent, only the slow ticking of the kitchen clock could be heard. Blaine kept watching him now and every time their eyes met, Kurt would look away, scared.
Blaine slowly opened his mouth, and Kurt could feel his stomach clenching. “Didn’t you want to talk?” Blaine looked him in the eyes, pinning Kurt this time, not letting him look away. “You said not at Dalton, but here we are and…you’re standing there like a statue, afraid to even sit next to me.” Blaine mumbled.
A trickle of panic ran through Kurt as he realized his behaviour let Blaine probably think Kurt really didn’t care. Only, it was the complete opposite: Kurt cared so much, he was scared Blaine wouldn’t want him there. He swallowed. “I-…no, that’s not it. I, I just don’t think the kitchen is the best place. Can…can we go up to my room?”
Blaine’s eyebrows drew together in a distrusting way, looking up at Kurt. Blaine didn’t move, only pressed his lips together in a frown.
“Please?” Kurt could hear his own voice waver, as it thinned out at the end of the word, almost ending in a whimper. “I-…I’m scared of what might happen and I’m scared I might loose you, Blaine. Can we please go up to my room, so I can at least try to explain everything? I don’t think I can even get started standing here.” Kurt’s voice was thin and he talked so quietly, Blaine had to strain to hear anything he said.
Finally, after a few seconds had passed, Blaine mutely stood up and gathered Kurt’s wringing hands in his own and only then, Kurt realized his hands had been shivering all the time. “Okay. Let’s go.” Blaine slowly said and led Kurt upstairs.
When they sat down next to each other on the end of Kurt’s bed, Blaine tried to retract his hands, but Kurt gripped them tightly, refusing to let go, until Blaine stopped tugging.
It was dark in his room and only the light from the streetlamps outside illuminated the room a bit, so Kurt could only barely make out Blaine’s features. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. Kurt knew he now had to give a sincere apology, one that removed all of Blaine's doubts, or he might loose Blaine as his boyfriend, and maybe even as his friend (all depending on the egg fiasco, but he was still hoping they could come to this last).
“First: I’m sorry. I know, I already said this in the car, but I just need to repeat this. You were right about me always gawking at Nick.” Kurt sniffed, letting the tears that were already coming fall onto his knees, as he wouldn’t stop crying anytime soon. Whether it was out of guilt, fear or pity for Blaine he didn’t know, but it was most likely a combination of them all.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize how that would make you feel. I get it now and I’m asking myself how I could have been so blind. It was obvious you were uncomfortable and I shouldn’t have been such a bitch this morning. Instead of trying to understand I acted like the wronged party. And I won’t try to excuse my behaviour towards you because there is no excuse. But….believe me?”
Kurt now looked at Blaine, who had been utterly silent so far, only watching Kurt wading around in a sea he didn’t know how to get out of.
“I don’t…I don’t care for Nick in any way like I do for you. Yes, I’m a person who get’s easily pulled in by beautiful, fancy or sparkly things. I don’t like plain, I always look for the outrageous. But that doesn’t matter when it comes to actual people. And you’re more than a thing, especially in dragon form, Blaine. I like you. As I said, I don’t want to defend myself, but I just…when I look at you I don’t care for anything else. You are worth so much more to me than all the fancy things in this world. Nick has gorgeous colors-“ Blaine’s breath hitched at that and his eyes misted over, so Kurt tried to talk faster “-but you’re so much more beautiful. Have you ever looked at your eyes?” Kurt asked.
Blaine cocked his head a bit, his eyes confused.
Kurt smiled. “Thought so. Your eyes are like dragon’s gold. I know that’s absolutely cheesy but I think it’s true. And kinda fitting. I love your eyes. I love your curly hair and how it’s all frizzy in the morning and I love your scales, even though you’ve been hiding them the last weeks all the time. I love how when we kiss, I can always touch them and have your breath hitch. And I know that you’re something so special, I’ll only have this once in a lifetime. And…I don’t want to lose this, Blaine. I’m sorry that I was so ignorant and stupid and didn’t realize I was hurting you. Nick really means nothing to me. It was like a fascination with a beautiful new scarf; I will go on and on about it but it will never mean more to me than you. Not even close.”
Blaine was crying as well and Kurt somehow felt like he should say more, but he didn’t want to say those words for the first time in such a sad situation, one where they might be taken as merely compensation for his behaviour. But Kurt was sure now, he was very much in love and he was only just realizing how difficult it was to put in words everything he loved about Blaine without sounding like a romance novel. He’d have to work on that, if he still had the chance.
“I’m so sorry, Blaine. Please forgive me.” Blaine sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut before throwing himself around Kurt. Kurt hugged back just as hard, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, hoping that this meant Blaine forgave him and they could go back to being boyfriends again.
“I…of course I’d forgive you, Kurt.” Blaine cried. “Of course I would, how could I ever not? But I was so scared you wouldn’t want me anymore and that there was nothing I could do about it.”
Kurt soothingly rubbed Blaine’s back. “No…just promise me, whenever you think I'm pulling away or you feel like that again, come talk to me?” He felt Blaine nod into his shoulder, so Kurt laid his head against Blaine’s. “We’re always talking about talking, but it seems when it’s important we just don’t manage it and the problems arise.”
Blaine chuckled wetly, as he drew back from the embrace to look at Kurt. “I think you’re right in that department.” He sniffed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
Kurt smiled sadly and reached for a tissue on his nightstand, carefully drying Blaine’s tears with it. “…better?” Kurt asked, when Blaine’s face was dry again, only the very puffy redlined eyes disclosing the misery of this day.
Blaine sighed. “Yeah…I think so. At least, as good as for today it can possibly be.”
“I’m glad.” Kurt murmured.
“So….” Blaine looked at Kurt through his eyelashes.
“Sooo?” Kurt teased.
“You like me?” Blaine smiled.
Kurt blushed, silently cursing his complexion. He smiled, showing all his teeth. “Yeah, I do.”
Blaine’s nose wrinkled as he smiled so hard that his whole face scrunched up and Kurt had to huff a laugh because it was too adorable. He slowly bent forward, flicking his eyes to Blaine’s lips and back up to his eyes. Blaine sighed happily as he leant forward too and they met in a kiss halfway.
The make up kiss quickly turned into making out and somehow the elated feelings of not having lost Blaine made Kurt bolder than ever before. He wanted to map out everything he still had the privilege to touch and appreciate, and he still felt a desperate need in his core to show Blaine how much he really, really liked (loved) him.
Kurt hands travelled down Blaine’s back, finally cupping his ass, and Kurt was very happy with Blaine's lack of inhibition he gasped into Kurt’s mouth and pushed his body against him.
A mewl escaped Blaine’s throat as their clothed erections touched and Kurt's hands moved of their own accord, opening up Blaine’s trousers and pulling them off his legs. Kurt only fully registered his actions as he revealed Blaine’s straining erection, clad only in tiny black briefs.
They were both panting, from the heat of their previous kisses and from the excitement of what was about to happen. “Can I?” Kurt asked with a breathy whisper as his fingertips curled under the elastic of the briefs.
“Yesss…you don’t have to ask.” Blaine panted, as he lifted up his behind to assist Kurt.
Kurt held his breath as he slowly peeled down Blaine’s briefs until they were at his feet and Kurt threw them onto the floor. And suddenly there was Blaine, naked in all his glory, in his bed, begging Kurt with his eyes not to stop and oh god, Kurt thought, as he looked down, he may have seen Blaine’s penis before but never had he had the time to actually really see it.
Kurt's hand slowly closed around Blaine’s erection, earning him a hitched gasp and the wonderful sight of Blaine spread open on his bed, with his eyes closed, eyelashes fanning across his cheeks and his beautiful mouth wide open. Kurt hoped the universe wouldn’t judge him as his mind supplied that he finally understood what Katy Perry had meant in her song Peacock.
It was about half past ten when they curled up to go to sleep, in pajamas so when Burt, Carole and Finn came home, they wouldn’t find Blaine naked in Kurt’s bed. Kurt silently promised to be the best boyfriend in the world, because if Blaine had no choice but to always forgive Kurt, he was bound to him, then Kurt needed to make sure that Blaine would never have cause to forgive him again. It was the least Kurt could do.
It was still way too early when Kurt awoke the next day, being a Sunday morning, when everyone slept in. He glanced sideways to where Blaine was lying next to him, lightly snoring, his curls crushed against the fabric of the pillow. Kurt smiled and leaned forward to softly drop a kiss against Blaine’s forehead. Blaine snuffled further into the pillow as a slight smile graced his lips in his sleep. Kurt gazed at him for a while longer, just enjoying the warmth and closeness, until he remembered his self-made promise.
Silently, he slipped out of bed, making sure that Blaine was covered with the blanket again, gathered some clothing and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the hallway (the one Blaine and Finn normally used) so he wouldn’t wake Blaine up. Kurt knew that Blaine needed his rest after yesterday. And the perfect boyfriend will make sure he gets it, Kurt smiled to himself.
Freshly showered, Kurt crept downstairs. The house was still silent and dark and no one was up yet, but the sun was beginning to shine through the kitchen windows, showing spring was finally around. Kurt looked around the kitchen cabinets, memorizing exactly what each one held, before rolling up the sleeves of his cardigan and setting to work.
Carole was the first one to come downstairs and she stopped when she walked into the kitchen and saw the condition it was in. Despite the air being filled with heavenly aromas, the kitchen counter was a disaster; flour everywhere and god knows what spilled on it, bowls and pans piled on top of each other, the sink full of clutter and dough remnants of all colors, and in the middle of it all stood Kurt with a cardigan full of flour, a dark brown smudge on his cheek and a powdery white substance in his hair. He caught sight of Carole as he turned to get a big cake-pan out of the oven. “Morning!” he smiled brightly, and Carole had to smile back, just because Kurt seemed so happy.
Only the kitchen remained unapproachable.
“Morning, dear.” Carole said carefully. “What’s all this?” She asked as she gestured at the counters.
“Ohhh…it's Blaine’s breakfast. I thought I’d make him a something nice and a cake for the afternoon.” Kurt breathed excitedly as walked over to the kitchen table to dump the fresh cake onto a plate. Only then did Carole see the product of all the dirty dishes. Her eyes bulged.
She couldn’t believe what she saw, as she pointed at the table. It was stuffed full with so many cakes, muffins and various French pastries, that some of the plates were dangerously close to the table’s edge. At Blaine’s place sat a plate staked with pancakes so high, they almost slipped off each other. “All that?” she gasped. “Who’s supposed to eat that?”
Kurt paused. “Blaine?” he asked, sounding unsure suddenly, as he saw Carole’s reaction.
Carole tried to stifle her laughter, but it bubbled out of her and tears were running down her face, she was laughing so hard.
Burt popped up behind her, mumbling a “smelling good” until he too saw what was sitting on the kitchen table and he paused next to Carole, critically eyeing the kitchen and the table. “What’s that?” he asked.
Carole managed to say “Blaine’s breakfast” between her gasping for air and then Kurt was confronted with two adults laughing loudly, both of them with tears in their eyes, pointing at the kitchen table. Embarrassment bubbled in his stomach, as he glanced at the (maybe?) too many cakes on the table.
Just as Kurt was contemplating hiding the baked goods away, or maybe even just swiping them off the table with his hand to make them disappear, a quiet, sleepy voice asked, “What’s going on?”.
Kurt’s eyes widened and Burt and Carole abruptly stopped laughing as a sleepy Blaine with a head of flattened curls stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Kurt’s heart made a jump at the sight and his hands got clammy as his boyfriend yawned and shuffled forward to let himself fall against Kurt’s chest and wind his arms around Kurt’s waist.
“Did you make pancakes?” Blaine asked into Kurt’s cardigan.
Kurt was sure Blaine could hear and maybe even feel how fast Kurt’s heart was beating. “Yes, they’re…um, on the table. Do you want maple syrup with them?”
Blaine looked up at Kurt, a smile forming on his lips. “Yes, please.”
Kurt could feel himself blushing, especially as he became aware of the staring Carole and Burt were doing. He coughed. “Okay, sit down, I’ll get it for you.”
Blaine hummed happily and planted a sloppy kiss on the tip of Kurt’s nose before walking over and plopping down at the table in front of the pancakes. Kurt came back and sat down next to Blaine, setting the syrup on the table. Blaine eyed his plate, before glancing at Kurt. “That's quite a lot of pancakes…” he said, trying to sound diplomatic.
Kurt groaned and hid his hot face in his hands, as Burt snorted loudly, before vanishing into the living room and Carole chuckled once more. “I have the feeling your dear Kurt may have overdone it, sweetie. I’m sure he meant well, but I don’t think you’ll manage to eat all of them, right?” Carole smiled at Blaine. Blaine gulped and nodded, staring the high stack fearfully. Kurt whined behind his hands, plopping his head onto the table, causing all the plates to rattle.
“And what about those?” Blaine asked, looking at the different cakes. “Is it Finn’s birthday?”
Another loud snort was heard in the living room until Kurt loudly exclaimed “No!”
Kurt sighed. “Those were for you. I…I just wanted to make you something nice and I didn’t know which cake you’d like best, so I just thought I’d make a few and you could try them all. And…maybe it resulted in a few too many.”
Blaine’s mouth had fallen open, as he listened to Kurt, while looking back and forth between the many cakes and Carole quietly laughing in the kitchen. He swallowed. “Oh. I…thank you. I-I’ll try to eat them?” Blaine had tried to sound thankful, but his confusion clearly shone through.
Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand in his own. “Oh no, you don’t need to. You’ll get a stomach ache if you try every single one.” Kurt pulled his free hand through his hair, successfully destroying his hairstyle.
Blaine had to bite his lip to stifle the impending full grin which was about to lodge itself onto his face. Kurt had done all this for him only and now he was so cute in his embarrassment.
“It’s okay, it’s the thought that counts.” Blaine leaned forward and kissed Kurt lightly on the lips in thanks, sighing when Kurt instinctively wrapped his free hand around Blaine’s neck, feeling the bumpy ridges of his scales and letting his fingertips smooth along them.
Carole awed at them and they both of them flushed at how they had almost forgotten Carole was in the room with them and Burt just a few meters away. They were just so in love with each other, but neither Kurt nor Blaine was about to confess that (yet).
After a few minutes of the two boys silently staring besotted at each other, Carole cleared her throat and walked up to the table. “We really appreciate what you did for Blaine, Kurt, but it’d be a good idea if we put all of these beautiful cakes somewhere else. I’m going to make us all some coffee and breakfast, while Blaine can of course have his pancakes"
Kurt laughed in embarrassment, finally having realized how he had overdone it with the baking. Agreeing with Carole, they put away the many cakes together while Blaine got himself another plate and divided the wobbling tower of pancakes into edible portions put aside Kurt's share. There were still many left after Kurt and Blaine had eaten, that when Finn finally came downstairs, Burt thought it okay to join them too. Everyone enjoyed an entirely indulgent Sunday morning breakfast.
For the rest of the day, Kurt still tried to be the perfect boyfriend, especially after his first failed attempt. He waited on Blaine constantly, all the while being met with confused stares from Finn and their parents and Blaine’s lovely flushed face at being pampered.
After lunch Blaine snuck into the kitchen and tried two of the chocolate cakes, only to end up almost eating an entire half of one until Kurt found him. He may have preened (a little) at how utterly addicted Blaine was to his cakes.
The drawback came in the evening, when they were all lazily lying in the living room, watching a rented movie and Blaine wouldn’t stop fidgeting next to Kurt. Kurt soothingly rubbed at Blaine’s back, but it didn’t seem to calm him down. As a green hue took over his face, Burt paused the movie, ignoring Finn’s protest.
“Blaine? Are you all right? You don’t look so good, kiddo.” Burt’s question was only met with the gurgling sound of Blaine’s stomach. Blaine sprung up, clamping a hand in front of his mouth, before he rushed out of the room. Kurt was on his heels in an instant.
Finn stared blankly at the now empty couch. “…he’s not pregnant, is he?”
Carole glared and swatted at Finn’s arm angrily, before standing up to help Kurt in case Blaine freaked out. This was, if she remembered correctly, the first time Blaine ever had to throw up.
When she reached the bathroom, Blaine was still bend over the toilet and Kurt was holding a wet towel to Blaine’s mouth.
“What was that…?” Blaine mumbled, his eyes drooping from exhaustion.
Kurt was biting his lip, looking guilty. “You threw up. Probably because of my cakes.” He sniffed. “I’m so sorry. I was only trying to be a better boyfriend, but I utterly failed. Again.”
Carole felt like she was intruding a private moment and quietly tip-toed back downstairs, planning to evaluate of how much cake Blaine had eaten, exactly.
Blaine sighed as the nausea ebbed and he leaned against the wall next to the toilet. “No…I think I just ate too much.”
Kurt frowned. “You ate half a cake. I know that’s a lot, but not too much for Finn’s standards or even the amount you sometimes gobble down at dinner. It wasn’t your fault, I must have added something you couldn’t stomach.” Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold in the tears, because he felt like crying yet again. “…I’m such a bad boyfriend.”
He could hear Blaine shuffling forward until his strong arms enveloped him. “You’re not.” Blaine said determinedly. “And don’t cry, I really think we’ve done enough crying in the past few months.” Blaine smiled crookedly and pulled Kurt away from him to wipe away the single tear from his boyfriend’s cheek. “I also might have….eaten more than just what you saw me eat. Not just half a cake.” Blaine mumbled sheepishly, looking up at Kurt through his lashes.
Kurt was dumbfounded. “What?”
Blaine swallowed, looking everywhere but Kurt. Suddenly the tiles on the wall were very interesting. “I might have tried every single cake once, and also eaten a few of those muffins and stolen a bit more from the other chocolate cake.”
When only silence greeted Blaine, he dared glancing at Kurt, who kept staring at Blaine, his mouth hanging open. Just as Blaine was about to say something in his own defence, Kurt’s shoulder’s started shaking and he laughed quietly, looking at Blaine with such a look in his eyes, that Blaine’s heart felt really strange.
Kurt hugged him then, pressing a kiss to his cheek and petting his hair, before he stood up and pulled Blaine along. “You’re such a dork sometimes. A stupid dork, overeating like a little child. And paying for it in the end.”
Blaine huffed, gearing up to defend himself, because really, it’s not his fault that all of Kurt’s cakes tasted so delicious, but he was cut off by lips pressing against his and Blaine forgot everything he had wanted to say. He hummed happily and pressed himself harder against Kurt, just basking in the feel, until Kurt’s tongue slipped between his lips and Blaine jumped hastily back.
“No, I just puked!” Blaine yelled horrified, causing a nosy Finn to poke his head around the corner.
“Yeah, dude we kind of gathered that.”
Kurt caught himself after the shock of Blaine’s rejection. “Finn, what are you doing up here?” he huffed exasperatedly.
Finn rolled his eyes. “Mom sent me upstairs because I said something I shouldn’t have and I tried to eat more of your cakes. So whatever, kissing after someone just puked is really not that great, believe me. Night, guys.” And just like that Finn vanished leaving Kurt and Blaine staring at an empty hallway.
“…so, we’re going to bed, too?” Blaine finally broke through the silence.
“I think so. But you, mister, are going to brush your teeth before doing so. I never believed I’d ever say this, but Finn is right. Not the greatest taste.” Kurt scrunched his nose and airily walked down the hallway to his room.
Blaine chuckled to himself, before closing the bathroom door to hurry through showering and brushing his teeth, so he could fall into bed with his not so perfect boyfriend and kiss him senseless. And if Blaine remembered correctly he owed Kurt something from yesterday evening, even though Kurt surely didn’t think so. Blaine was more than eager to finally get his hands down his boyfriend’s shorts, ever since he had first seen Kurt naked. Okay, maybe not the first time in the shower, but definitely when Kurt had masturbated in front of him. And now that he had permission, nothing would stop him, least of all, too much cake.
After Blaine’s fumbling attempt at reciprocation they both lay in bed, happy at not having been caught, even though everyone was home. They could hear the faint snoring of Finn down the hall and the TV downstairs, indicating Burt and Carole were still awake (or more likely snoring in their chairs).
“Kurt?”
“Yes?”
It was quiet for a moment as Blaine sighed, shuffling his body even closer to Kurt as they lay next to each other on the bed. Blaine’s head lay half on Kurt’s chest and Kurt’s fingers were woven through his hair, gently carding through them. “What do people feel when they say I love you?”
Kurt’s hands stilled in his hair. Blaine could hear a soft catch in his breath as Kurt slowly exhaled. “I-…I don’t really...understand. What do you mean?” Kurt mumbled.
Blaine turned his head, trying to catch Kurt’s eyes. “In movies they say I love you when they want to tell the other person they care for them, I think? But…how do you know that you love them and not just…like them? I mean, what does it mean?”
Kurt huffed a laugh, thinking how cute Blaine was and at the same time he felt a bit sad that Blaine had to ask. “I…I guess it means that this person is the one you care for the most in the world. That…that you don’t just like them and want to hug them, but that you want to be with them all the time. That your heart thumps faster when they’re around, but at the same time you’re just happy and relaxed when you’re around them. That their smile makes you whole day brighter. That their happiness is most important to you and you’d do anything to make them happy whatever this may mean for your own happiness….or at least I think that is.” Kurt sighed, a bit embarrassed at his fumbling explanation.
Blaine looked back at the ceiling. “Oh.”
“….Yeah.”
It was silent, Kurt and Blaine both looking at the ceiling. Kurt’s hand in Blaine’s hair lay numb.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked.
Kurt made a questioning sound.
“I love you.” Blaine said quietly to the air in the room.
Kurt smiled, a fluttering feeling making itself known in his chest. “I love you too.”
Blaine sighed happily. Kurt resumed stroking his hair again as Blaine closed his eyes.
On Monday, in glee club, a bomb went off for Kurt, as they had apparently been asked to perform for prom, the very event Kurt had been deliberately (more or less) forgotten about.
And Mr. Schuester had already confirmed, asking everyone to be present.
Kurt had hoped to be able to forget about the dreaded Prom and just curl up with Blaine on the couch that evening, while everyone else went. It hadn’t even been about the fear in Blaine’s eyes when he’d heard about previous prom disasters from Carole, but Kurt’s reluctance to take Blaine with him and encounter the hate that they might be greeted with. Blaine hadn’t been exposed to any homophobic idiots so far and maybe Kurt was naïve, but he wanted to protect Blaine for a little while longer.
Kurt felt like a cat drenched in ice-cold water as Mr. Schuester wordlessly handed out a set list approved by Figgins and even Rachel’s nagging about only having one solo couldn’t deter him from changing it. “I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do guys. But look at it in a positive light, maybe we can show all the others that glee club is kind of cool and we can collect some money for our nationals trip!” Mr. Schuester enthused. Their teacher ignored the general discontented murmur, so Kurt resigned himself to surviving two group numbers and a duet with Quinn.
Kurt kept glancing over his shoulder. The hallway was empty, but he had the sneaking suspicion he wasn’t alone. He had his hand on his locker door, when suddenly icy cold fingers wrapped around his own. He cried out and wretched his hand away from the locker, staring at shock at the grasping fingers.
The door closed on its own and Rachel appeared, looking at Kurt with big pleading eyes, which had the automatic effect of making her look a bit loony.
“Rachel! Don’t scare me like that.”
Rachel coughed and shuffled her feet.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just…you know how Finn still doesn’t want to get back together with me? So I’m still single and now that we all have to go to prom...I thought you might like to go with me.” Rachel beamed, completely convinced by her own suggestion.
Kurt stared. “What? You want me to go with you? As in…a couple?”
“Yes!” Rachel exclaimed happily. “Don’t you think it’s the perfect idea for us to go together and be the most musically talented couple the whole evening?”
Kurt pursed his lips. “I don’t really think so…” At Rachel’s crestfallen look, he tried to soften his rejection. “I didn’t even want to go in the first place and now that I have to go I couldn’t just pair up with you. I mean, I have Blaine…”
As Rachel’s eyes started shining with the characteristic manic gleam, Kurt knew he had said the wrong thing. “But that’s even more perfect! I’ll have two fabulous gays, me in the middle of the two best-dressed men of the whole evening. I, of course, assume Blaine will be dressed as brilliantly as you, no doubt, will be. I’ll be the star of the evening and you two can still go together! Oh this is perfect!” Rachel squealed, planting a wet kiss to Kurt’s cheek before bouncing down the hallway, waving at Kurt before she had disappeared around the corner.
Kurt remained standing there in shock, trying to wrap his mind around what had just transpired.
Part 2