Fic: Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You 10/12
Title: Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You
Author:water_nix
Artist: tortugax
Word Count: 30 400
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Cooper, Mr. & Mrs. Anderson, Burt/Carole, minor OCs
Warnings: homophobia, mention of gaybashing and bullying, underage drinking
Summary: On the third of August in Blaine Anderson's ninth year, something momentous happens: he sees a boy crying on the beach and decides to do something about it. What he gets in return is a best friend, a confidant, an ally to help him through the ups and downs. They spend one month together every summer. One perfect month until they are old enough to escape together. Eleven Augusts and the letters in between.
Eighteen - August 2012: The Summer When They Don't Go At All
“This apartment is perfect.”
Blaine hears Kurt come up behind him and sighs happily as he wraps his arms around Blaine's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. Kurt hums in agreement and Blaine can feel the vibrations tickle against his neck.
“This day would be so perfect if not for -”
“Blaine, they're you parents.”
“I can't believe they're coming. I can't believe that they actually want to help us move in after everything - I can't believe that he would, anyway.”
Blaine glares at the building across the way, the view from their brand new bedroom window suddenly not as picturesque. He feels Kurt hum into his skin again and turns his face to nuzzle against his hair. “Maybe he's had a change of heart,” Kurt suggests, the brightness in his voice sounding false.
Blaine knows that he knows that Blaine's father has had no such thing. He is probably only in New York helping Blaine get settled in because Blaine's mother told him that he must. Cooper might as well be lost to them with how often he is in contact, and Blaine knows that his mother is terrified that the same fate will befall their relationship with him. And he loves his mother, so he stays silent and takes his father's many passive aggressive taunts with little to no reaction. But at some point something has got to give. He doesn't want this day to be ruined. Not when he has been waiting for it for so, so long. And now after spending the morning getting to know Kurt's wonderful, loving parents (Burt and Carole, as they had insisted they be called), he worries about their reaction to Blaine's family. There is vast, frosty expanse between the two.
Blaine sighs deeply and nestles his nose further into Kurt's soft hair and feels a gentle kiss pressed against his neck. The apartment door opens and there is a flurry of footsteps and hysterical laughter. “Uh-oh,” Kurt says, a smile in his voice. “Sounds like Carole got into the wine at lunch.”
She hadn't however, they discover as they venture out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where all four of their parents stand, unpacking boxes of brand new dishes directly into the tiny dishwasher. Carole is standing next to Blaine's father and actually laughing at something he said. His father is somehow managing to be charming, instead of steely and overbearing.
“Ran into your folks out on the street,” Burt says, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. He keeps his hand there, warm and firm, as though knowing that Blaine needs the support. Blaine looks up at him and gives him a grateful smile. Burt nods back, a twinkle in his green eyes. He catches Kurt watching with a fond look before he turns to offer Blaine's mother a cold drink. It's a hot, sticky day and the air conditioner hasn't quite brought the temperature in the apartment down to a respectable level in the living area. It seems to work best in the bedroom where the air is positively frigid.
Blaine's father gets Carole laughing again and she smacks him playfully with a handful of paper from the now empty box of dishes. Blaine already feels as though he has been sucked into some alternate dimension when his father turns to him and says, “so, are you going to give us the grand tour, son?”
His father has never called him “son” in his life. Blaine figures he must be putting on a show for the Hummels until he sees the look that passes between his parents. He's actually trying. It seems like such an impossibility, but he gives Blaine a crooked smile and Blaine motions him towards the tiny living room.
After the whole two minutes it takes to give Blaine's parents the tour, they all pitch in to clean and unpack. The trouble doesn't come until nearly dinner time, arriving with the sound of the apartment buzzer.
“Ooh, furniture delivery!” Kurt says in excitement after he buzzes them up.
It's their new queen-sized bed.
It takes up nearly their entire bedroom, but when Blaine jumps on it next to Kurt and rests back, splayed out like a starfish, it's so worth every inch of space.
“It's not too soft, is it?” Kurt asks. “Because you said you prefer a soft mattress, but the sales guy said we can send it back if it's not right.”
Blaine smiles and opens his mouth to tell Kurt that it's perfect, but is beaten to the punch by his father's acerbic, “excuse me?” Blaine and Kurt turn their faces towards the doorway in unison. Blaine's father stands with his arms loose at his sides, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “Did you just elude to the fact that that is your bed. As in, both of yours?”
Out of the corner of his eye Blaine sees Kurt furrow his brow in confusion. But Blaine is not confused. Not at all. He is resigned. He knew this was coming. Has been waiting for it all day. “Yes, Dad,” he answers, chin up and voice haughty. “What did you think exactly? That I was moving in with -”
“There is another room!” his father interrupts, gesturing across the hall. “Of course I assumed one of you would be sleeping in there. I would never have agreed to this had I -”
Blaine sits up on the bed and slides over so he can stand while he has this argument like a civilized grownup. “But the thing is, I don't need you to agree to anything. I'm old enough to decide for myself and you aren't paying a cent. So, sorry that you can't stand that I'm acting on the fact that I'm gay, but I am not going to put my life on hold until you get over it. I'm gay, Dad!” Blaine stands in the small space between the bed and the door, his arms spread wide, meeting his father's eye. He's not trying to be challenging, not trying to start a fight. He's tired of trying. He's so tired. He's too young to be so tired, and he's decided at long last that he's finished. If his parents can't support him then he will find support elsewhere. From Kurt and new friends - a self-made family.
“I'm gay,” he continues, his voice much more controlled and quiet. “And I love Kurt. And that right there -” he motions to the bed where Kurt still sits with wide eyes, “that's our bed, yes. Where we will be sleeping every night. Where we will be doing all of the things that seem to terrify you and make you hate who I am. But do you know what? Those things and that bed, they have nothing to do with you. They are none of your business or your concern. So if you have a problem with my relationship, I think you should probably go.”
His father turns and leaves. He feels a crushing disappointment tear through his body, leaving him achy and light and strange. He hears people talking, but it sounds as though he is hearing it from under water, like a wave has just blasted him in the ear while he was distracted. Kurt rests a hand on his waist and brings him back to sit on the bed. Disappointment, yes, but not surprise. It's what he expected. He didn't realize until that moment that he held on to any scrap of hope for another outcome.
As the haze is clearing, Carole pokes her head in through the doorway. She gives him a pitying look. “We're all gonna go out for dinner, boys. You two enjoy your time alone. We should be gone for a few hours, at least. I'll text you when we're on our way back.” She gives them a conspiratorial little wink before adding, “it'll be okay, Blaine, sweetie. I promise.” And then she is gone.
They sink back into their bed and listen to the quiet voices and footsteps and the closing and locking of the door. They are alone. Blaine breathes a sigh of relief.
“Wow.”
Blaine snuggles against Kurt's side and throws an arm over his hips. “I know. I was waiting for that.”
“Did you not mention that Santana was moving in with us?”
“I didn't think to. Didn't think it mattered.”
Kurt lets out a low whistle and Blaine chuckles, the vibrations tickling Kurt's side. “What do you need right now?” Kurt asks.
Blaine's heart melts inside his chest and he tightens his arm around Kurt and lands a peck on his clavicle. “Just you,” he says. “Just you.”
Kurt takes his comment literally, shucking off both of their clothes at record speed and searching hastily through one of his suitcases for lube and condoms.
After the fastest preparation ever, he's straddling Blaine's hips and pushing himself onto his cock, Blaine gasping and trying to stay as still as possible beneath him.
They've only done it like this once before, but they had been in the cave and the rocks had been killer on the back with nothing but a couple of towels under him. And although Blaine thinks that he prefers having Kurt inside him - hot and full and close - he loves having Kurt over him like this, seeing him hovering above, all of his perfect skin and broad shoulders and gorgeous face looking down, pure pleasure and love written all over it. And Kurt feels so good, is so tight and slick around him, it's like nothing Blaine has ever felt. He revels in it, allowing Kurt complete control, being ridden and squeezed and pulled and pressed until he's gasping and warning.
Kurt's hand is working himself over as he slides faster and faster up and down on Blaine's cock. Blaine watches Kurt's long fingers as he fists himself, watches his lithe body as he jerks up and thrusts back down. He splays his hands on Kurt's muscular thighs and grips his skin, making pink indents with his fingers. Kurt moans above him and Blaine hears the same sound echoing back from between his own lips.
And then there is squeezing and the slickness and Blaine feels it - the tightening, the tingling, the white-hot heat, and he's crying out and thrusting upward, gripping Kurt's thighs and fucking into him as he comes. He's unable to keep his eyes open and they drift closed as he spasms. Blaine feels Kurt's warm come splash across his stomach and he rocks down on Blaine's oversensitive cock once, twice more before collapsing forward, panting and pressing sloppy kisses onto Blaine's skin.
“Let's get in the shower before they come back,” Kurt breathes against Blaine's neck after only a short moment of rest.
“Do you think they'll come back?” Blaine doesn't specify. Doesn't say my parents or my dad, but Kurt understands.
“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I do. How could they not?”
Kurt sounds so sure of himself that Blaine doesn't question him further, just allows himself to be tugged into the shower and washed and massaged and rinsed and dried and loved.
~*~
The In-Between (Together, at last) - Year Ten: As overheard by the Andersons and Hummels upon their return from dinner, a few assorted texts and one enlightening conversation.
The laughter can be heard from all the way down the hall. It gets louder when the enter the apartment. It's very obviously Kurt, as it becomes more hysterical and higher in pitch the closer they are. The four of them regard each other, wondering if maybe they should turn around and find something else to amuse them for the evening, as the boys already seem amused. But then they hear Blaine let out an unholy shriek and Kurt break into fresh peals of laughter.
“You're ridiculous!” Kurt exclaims, choking on the words and his own guffaws.
“How can you laugh? How can you laugh!” Blaine replies, sounding both terrified and indignant.
“Even if it was a cockroach, which it wasn't -”
“Was.”
“ - what do you think it's gonna do to you?”
“I don't know! Crawl up my nose while I'm sleeping?”
“Why would it do that?” Kurt asks, his voice rising in octave as he nears the end of the question. He snorts a laugh. “What about your nose is attractive to a roach?”
Blaine makes a sound like a wounded animal. “They're just creepy, all right? If there was a nuclear holocaust, we would all die and they would still be here, scuttling around in the ruins and making their freaky little clicking noises.”
Intrigued, the Hummels and Andersons round the corner. What they find is Blaine standing on an overturned trunk, Kurt staring at him blankly.
Blaine runs his hands through his wet curls, his eyes round and his expression serious. He leans slightly in Kurt's direction. “They can withstand a nuclear holocaust, Kurt.”
Kurt stares some more and Blaine nods, satisfied that he seems to be finally getting through to him. That is until Kurt bursts into another gale of laughter. Blaine throws up his hands.
“It... was... a ... beetle...”
“Cockroach!”
“... and it was the size of my pinky nail.” Blaine crosses his arms over his chest and shoots Kurt a death glare. “You're being ridiculous, Blaine. Come back down here.” Kurt reaches out to offer Blaine a hand but he swats it away.
“No! It might still be lurking.” Blaine looks down at the scuffed wood of the floor, his eyes roving, searching. “I will not touch that floor until you find it and kill it!”
“Find and kill a tiny beetle -”
“Enormous cockroach!”
“You're making the crazy eyes, Blaine. The crazy eyes.”
“Please, Kurt.”
“Don't make that face at me.”
“Please.”
“Blaine Anderson, stop that. I will not look at you!”
“Kurt.”
“Ugh, fine! I can't believe I'm -” The rest of his words are muffled as he drops to his knees and shuffles around on the floor. He comes up from under a table a moment later with his hands cupped around something and Blaine clutches his chest, his eyes wide.
“Kill it! Squish it! Set it on fire!”
“Oh my god, Blaine, I am not torturing a poor defenceless beetle because you have some weird phobia.”
He opens his hands to show Blaine the insect, but he recoils. “Kurt,” he pleads.
Kurt heaves a dramatic sigh and narrows his eyes at a cowering Blaine. “Oh my God, I cannot believe I am doing this.”
Kurt marches past them with a quick greeting, out through the door and into the hallway. Blaine stays on top of the trunk until Kurt returns five minutes later, empty handed. Blaine smiles at him and he rolls his eyes. “Love you,” Blaine says, coaxing.
Kurt rolls his eyes again. “You are insane.”
Blaine widens his smile and tilts his head to one side.
“Fine. I'll tackle the things you trick yourself into believing are roaches, but you get the spiders. Those things actually bite.”
“Deal.”
“Ridiculous,” Kurt mutters, but he accepts Blaine's kiss when he presses it to his lips.
~*~
Sent at 5:23PM
From Kurt<3
Would you mind picking me up some cream on your way home? The full fat stuff. I need it for a sauce I'm making.
Sent at 5:24PM
From Blaine xx
Of course, my love. I would go to the ends of the earth for you. Or simply the market.
Sent at 5:26PM
From Kurt<3
You are cheesier than this sauce, I swear.
Sent at 5:27PM
From Blaine xx
Ooh, there's cheese? I'll rush!
~*~
Sent at 11:13AM
From Kurt<3
This class is boring me to tears. Literally. I can't stop yawning.
Sent at 11:15AM
From Blaine xx
Pay attention, Mr. Hummel. You never know when you may need to pull out a random fact about René Descartes.
Sent at 11:18AM
From Kurt<3
We should go to Coney Island after class.
Sent at 11:20AM
From Blaine xx
What do you think Descartes would make of Coney Island? Do you think he would ride the Wonder Wheel or go straight for the cotton candy?
Sent at 11:21AM
From Kurt<3
Now you've done it. Stop making me laugh! The professor just gave me the stink eye.
Sent at 11:23AM
From Blaine xx
Don't be mean, Kurt. He can't help that his face looks like that.
Sent at 11:24AM
From Blaine xx
Will you ride the Wonder Wheel with me?
Sent at 11:28AM
From Kurt<3
Only if you share my cotton candy.
~*~
There is a man staring at them. Blaine has the sudden and instinctual urge to let go of Kurt's hand, but he forces himself to hold on tighter instead. Kurt looks down at their joined hands and gives Blaine an odd look. He loosens his hold and apologizes for squeezing so hard. The man keeps on staring.
As they get closer to him, Blaine's heart rate increases. He doesn't want to alarm Kurt, who doesn't seem to have noticed, but he doesn't really want to walk past the man either. He does anyway, and when they pass an arm shoots out and clasps Blaine's shoulder. Blaine jumps, startled, and accidentally drops Kurt's hand.
The man gives Blaine a wide, partially toothless grin and Blaine tries to smile back. His mouth feels wobbly, as do his hands and the backs of his knees.
The man leans forward and gives Blaine a conspiratorial sort of look. “You make the sex?” he says, and motions between Blaine and Kurt, who has stopped in his tracks a couple of feet ahead.
“Um...” What the hell should he say to that? He's sort of worried that the man is propositioning him, but he's not quite sure. “Yes. But only with each other, though,” Blaine answers with another awkward smile and a forced laugh.
The man's smile widens and he claps his hands together just once. “You get married here now!” he says.
Blaine is taken aback. When he smiles at the man this time, it's genuine. “Oh, yes! Yes, we can get married here now.”
“Yay!” The man says. “High five!” He holds up his hand and Blaine slaps it.
“I, um... I should get going. Nice talking to you.” Blaine gives the man a wave and hurries to catch up with Kurt, who has gone on a little further, shaking his head.
“Oh my god, you don't just talk to random strangers on the street about our sex life, Blaine.”
“He was a nice man!”
Kurt turns to look at him, shaking his head some more. “You are such a strange little person.”
~*~*~
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Author:water_nix
Artist: tortugax
Word Count: 30 400
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Cooper, Mr. & Mrs. Anderson, Burt/Carole, minor OCs
Warnings: homophobia, mention of gaybashing and bullying, underage drinking
Summary: On the third of August in Blaine Anderson's ninth year, something momentous happens: he sees a boy crying on the beach and decides to do something about it. What he gets in return is a best friend, a confidant, an ally to help him through the ups and downs. They spend one month together every summer. One perfect month until they are old enough to escape together. Eleven Augusts and the letters in between.
Eighteen - August 2012: The Summer When They Don't Go At All
“This apartment is perfect.”
Blaine hears Kurt come up behind him and sighs happily as he wraps his arms around Blaine's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. Kurt hums in agreement and Blaine can feel the vibrations tickle against his neck.
“This day would be so perfect if not for -”
“Blaine, they're you parents.”
“I can't believe they're coming. I can't believe that they actually want to help us move in after everything - I can't believe that he would, anyway.”
Blaine glares at the building across the way, the view from their brand new bedroom window suddenly not as picturesque. He feels Kurt hum into his skin again and turns his face to nuzzle against his hair. “Maybe he's had a change of heart,” Kurt suggests, the brightness in his voice sounding false.
Blaine knows that he knows that Blaine's father has had no such thing. He is probably only in New York helping Blaine get settled in because Blaine's mother told him that he must. Cooper might as well be lost to them with how often he is in contact, and Blaine knows that his mother is terrified that the same fate will befall their relationship with him. And he loves his mother, so he stays silent and takes his father's many passive aggressive taunts with little to no reaction. But at some point something has got to give. He doesn't want this day to be ruined. Not when he has been waiting for it for so, so long. And now after spending the morning getting to know Kurt's wonderful, loving parents (Burt and Carole, as they had insisted they be called), he worries about their reaction to Blaine's family. There is vast, frosty expanse between the two.
Blaine sighs deeply and nestles his nose further into Kurt's soft hair and feels a gentle kiss pressed against his neck. The apartment door opens and there is a flurry of footsteps and hysterical laughter. “Uh-oh,” Kurt says, a smile in his voice. “Sounds like Carole got into the wine at lunch.”
She hadn't however, they discover as they venture out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where all four of their parents stand, unpacking boxes of brand new dishes directly into the tiny dishwasher. Carole is standing next to Blaine's father and actually laughing at something he said. His father is somehow managing to be charming, instead of steely and overbearing.
“Ran into your folks out on the street,” Burt says, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. He keeps his hand there, warm and firm, as though knowing that Blaine needs the support. Blaine looks up at him and gives him a grateful smile. Burt nods back, a twinkle in his green eyes. He catches Kurt watching with a fond look before he turns to offer Blaine's mother a cold drink. It's a hot, sticky day and the air conditioner hasn't quite brought the temperature in the apartment down to a respectable level in the living area. It seems to work best in the bedroom where the air is positively frigid.
Blaine's father gets Carole laughing again and she smacks him playfully with a handful of paper from the now empty box of dishes. Blaine already feels as though he has been sucked into some alternate dimension when his father turns to him and says, “so, are you going to give us the grand tour, son?”
His father has never called him “son” in his life. Blaine figures he must be putting on a show for the Hummels until he sees the look that passes between his parents. He's actually trying. It seems like such an impossibility, but he gives Blaine a crooked smile and Blaine motions him towards the tiny living room.
After the whole two minutes it takes to give Blaine's parents the tour, they all pitch in to clean and unpack. The trouble doesn't come until nearly dinner time, arriving with the sound of the apartment buzzer.
“Ooh, furniture delivery!” Kurt says in excitement after he buzzes them up.
It's their new queen-sized bed.
It takes up nearly their entire bedroom, but when Blaine jumps on it next to Kurt and rests back, splayed out like a starfish, it's so worth every inch of space.
“It's not too soft, is it?” Kurt asks. “Because you said you prefer a soft mattress, but the sales guy said we can send it back if it's not right.”
Blaine smiles and opens his mouth to tell Kurt that it's perfect, but is beaten to the punch by his father's acerbic, “excuse me?” Blaine and Kurt turn their faces towards the doorway in unison. Blaine's father stands with his arms loose at his sides, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “Did you just elude to the fact that that is your bed. As in, both of yours?”
Out of the corner of his eye Blaine sees Kurt furrow his brow in confusion. But Blaine is not confused. Not at all. He is resigned. He knew this was coming. Has been waiting for it all day. “Yes, Dad,” he answers, chin up and voice haughty. “What did you think exactly? That I was moving in with -”
“There is another room!” his father interrupts, gesturing across the hall. “Of course I assumed one of you would be sleeping in there. I would never have agreed to this had I -”
Blaine sits up on the bed and slides over so he can stand while he has this argument like a civilized grownup. “But the thing is, I don't need you to agree to anything. I'm old enough to decide for myself and you aren't paying a cent. So, sorry that you can't stand that I'm acting on the fact that I'm gay, but I am not going to put my life on hold until you get over it. I'm gay, Dad!” Blaine stands in the small space between the bed and the door, his arms spread wide, meeting his father's eye. He's not trying to be challenging, not trying to start a fight. He's tired of trying. He's so tired. He's too young to be so tired, and he's decided at long last that he's finished. If his parents can't support him then he will find support elsewhere. From Kurt and new friends - a self-made family.
“I'm gay,” he continues, his voice much more controlled and quiet. “And I love Kurt. And that right there -” he motions to the bed where Kurt still sits with wide eyes, “that's our bed, yes. Where we will be sleeping every night. Where we will be doing all of the things that seem to terrify you and make you hate who I am. But do you know what? Those things and that bed, they have nothing to do with you. They are none of your business or your concern. So if you have a problem with my relationship, I think you should probably go.”
His father turns and leaves. He feels a crushing disappointment tear through his body, leaving him achy and light and strange. He hears people talking, but it sounds as though he is hearing it from under water, like a wave has just blasted him in the ear while he was distracted. Kurt rests a hand on his waist and brings him back to sit on the bed. Disappointment, yes, but not surprise. It's what he expected. He didn't realize until that moment that he held on to any scrap of hope for another outcome.
As the haze is clearing, Carole pokes her head in through the doorway. She gives him a pitying look. “We're all gonna go out for dinner, boys. You two enjoy your time alone. We should be gone for a few hours, at least. I'll text you when we're on our way back.” She gives them a conspiratorial little wink before adding, “it'll be okay, Blaine, sweetie. I promise.” And then she is gone.
They sink back into their bed and listen to the quiet voices and footsteps and the closing and locking of the door. They are alone. Blaine breathes a sigh of relief.
“Wow.”
Blaine snuggles against Kurt's side and throws an arm over his hips. “I know. I was waiting for that.”
“Did you not mention that Santana was moving in with us?”
“I didn't think to. Didn't think it mattered.”
Kurt lets out a low whistle and Blaine chuckles, the vibrations tickling Kurt's side. “What do you need right now?” Kurt asks.
Blaine's heart melts inside his chest and he tightens his arm around Kurt and lands a peck on his clavicle. “Just you,” he says. “Just you.”
Kurt takes his comment literally, shucking off both of their clothes at record speed and searching hastily through one of his suitcases for lube and condoms.
After the fastest preparation ever, he's straddling Blaine's hips and pushing himself onto his cock, Blaine gasping and trying to stay as still as possible beneath him.
They've only done it like this once before, but they had been in the cave and the rocks had been killer on the back with nothing but a couple of towels under him. And although Blaine thinks that he prefers having Kurt inside him - hot and full and close - he loves having Kurt over him like this, seeing him hovering above, all of his perfect skin and broad shoulders and gorgeous face looking down, pure pleasure and love written all over it. And Kurt feels so good, is so tight and slick around him, it's like nothing Blaine has ever felt. He revels in it, allowing Kurt complete control, being ridden and squeezed and pulled and pressed until he's gasping and warning.
Kurt's hand is working himself over as he slides faster and faster up and down on Blaine's cock. Blaine watches Kurt's long fingers as he fists himself, watches his lithe body as he jerks up and thrusts back down. He splays his hands on Kurt's muscular thighs and grips his skin, making pink indents with his fingers. Kurt moans above him and Blaine hears the same sound echoing back from between his own lips.
And then there is squeezing and the slickness and Blaine feels it - the tightening, the tingling, the white-hot heat, and he's crying out and thrusting upward, gripping Kurt's thighs and fucking into him as he comes. He's unable to keep his eyes open and they drift closed as he spasms. Blaine feels Kurt's warm come splash across his stomach and he rocks down on Blaine's oversensitive cock once, twice more before collapsing forward, panting and pressing sloppy kisses onto Blaine's skin.
“Let's get in the shower before they come back,” Kurt breathes against Blaine's neck after only a short moment of rest.
“Do you think they'll come back?” Blaine doesn't specify. Doesn't say my parents or my dad, but Kurt understands.
“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I do. How could they not?”
Kurt sounds so sure of himself that Blaine doesn't question him further, just allows himself to be tugged into the shower and washed and massaged and rinsed and dried and loved.
~*~
The In-Between (Together, at last) - Year Ten: As overheard by the Andersons and Hummels upon their return from dinner, a few assorted texts and one enlightening conversation.
The laughter can be heard from all the way down the hall. It gets louder when the enter the apartment. It's very obviously Kurt, as it becomes more hysterical and higher in pitch the closer they are. The four of them regard each other, wondering if maybe they should turn around and find something else to amuse them for the evening, as the boys already seem amused. But then they hear Blaine let out an unholy shriek and Kurt break into fresh peals of laughter.
“You're ridiculous!” Kurt exclaims, choking on the words and his own guffaws.
“How can you laugh? How can you laugh!” Blaine replies, sounding both terrified and indignant.
“Even if it was a cockroach, which it wasn't -”
“Was.”
“ - what do you think it's gonna do to you?”
“I don't know! Crawl up my nose while I'm sleeping?”
“Why would it do that?” Kurt asks, his voice rising in octave as he nears the end of the question. He snorts a laugh. “What about your nose is attractive to a roach?”
Blaine makes a sound like a wounded animal. “They're just creepy, all right? If there was a nuclear holocaust, we would all die and they would still be here, scuttling around in the ruins and making their freaky little clicking noises.”
Intrigued, the Hummels and Andersons round the corner. What they find is Blaine standing on an overturned trunk, Kurt staring at him blankly.
Blaine runs his hands through his wet curls, his eyes round and his expression serious. He leans slightly in Kurt's direction. “They can withstand a nuclear holocaust, Kurt.”
Kurt stares some more and Blaine nods, satisfied that he seems to be finally getting through to him. That is until Kurt bursts into another gale of laughter. Blaine throws up his hands.
“It... was... a ... beetle...”
“Cockroach!”
“... and it was the size of my pinky nail.” Blaine crosses his arms over his chest and shoots Kurt a death glare. “You're being ridiculous, Blaine. Come back down here.” Kurt reaches out to offer Blaine a hand but he swats it away.
“No! It might still be lurking.” Blaine looks down at the scuffed wood of the floor, his eyes roving, searching. “I will not touch that floor until you find it and kill it!”
“Find and kill a tiny beetle -”
“Enormous cockroach!”
“You're making the crazy eyes, Blaine. The crazy eyes.”
“Please, Kurt.”
“Don't make that face at me.”
“Please.”
“Blaine Anderson, stop that. I will not look at you!”
“Kurt.”
“Ugh, fine! I can't believe I'm -” The rest of his words are muffled as he drops to his knees and shuffles around on the floor. He comes up from under a table a moment later with his hands cupped around something and Blaine clutches his chest, his eyes wide.
“Kill it! Squish it! Set it on fire!”
“Oh my god, Blaine, I am not torturing a poor defenceless beetle because you have some weird phobia.”
He opens his hands to show Blaine the insect, but he recoils. “Kurt,” he pleads.
Kurt heaves a dramatic sigh and narrows his eyes at a cowering Blaine. “Oh my God, I cannot believe I am doing this.”
Kurt marches past them with a quick greeting, out through the door and into the hallway. Blaine stays on top of the trunk until Kurt returns five minutes later, empty handed. Blaine smiles at him and he rolls his eyes. “Love you,” Blaine says, coaxing.
Kurt rolls his eyes again. “You are insane.”
Blaine widens his smile and tilts his head to one side.
“Fine. I'll tackle the things you trick yourself into believing are roaches, but you get the spiders. Those things actually bite.”
“Deal.”
“Ridiculous,” Kurt mutters, but he accepts Blaine's kiss when he presses it to his lips.
~*~
Sent at 5:23PM
From Kurt<3
Would you mind picking me up some cream on your way home? The full fat stuff. I need it for a sauce I'm making.
Sent at 5:24PM
From Blaine xx
Of course, my love. I would go to the ends of the earth for you. Or simply the market.
Sent at 5:26PM
From Kurt<3
You are cheesier than this sauce, I swear.
Sent at 5:27PM
From Blaine xx
Ooh, there's cheese? I'll rush!
~*~
Sent at 11:13AM
From Kurt<3
This class is boring me to tears. Literally. I can't stop yawning.
Sent at 11:15AM
From Blaine xx
Pay attention, Mr. Hummel. You never know when you may need to pull out a random fact about René Descartes.
Sent at 11:18AM
From Kurt<3
We should go to Coney Island after class.
Sent at 11:20AM
From Blaine xx
What do you think Descartes would make of Coney Island? Do you think he would ride the Wonder Wheel or go straight for the cotton candy?
Sent at 11:21AM
From Kurt<3
Now you've done it. Stop making me laugh! The professor just gave me the stink eye.
Sent at 11:23AM
From Blaine xx
Don't be mean, Kurt. He can't help that his face looks like that.
Sent at 11:24AM
From Blaine xx
Will you ride the Wonder Wheel with me?
Sent at 11:28AM
From Kurt<3
Only if you share my cotton candy.
~*~
There is a man staring at them. Blaine has the sudden and instinctual urge to let go of Kurt's hand, but he forces himself to hold on tighter instead. Kurt looks down at their joined hands and gives Blaine an odd look. He loosens his hold and apologizes for squeezing so hard. The man keeps on staring.
As they get closer to him, Blaine's heart rate increases. He doesn't want to alarm Kurt, who doesn't seem to have noticed, but he doesn't really want to walk past the man either. He does anyway, and when they pass an arm shoots out and clasps Blaine's shoulder. Blaine jumps, startled, and accidentally drops Kurt's hand.
The man gives Blaine a wide, partially toothless grin and Blaine tries to smile back. His mouth feels wobbly, as do his hands and the backs of his knees.
The man leans forward and gives Blaine a conspiratorial sort of look. “You make the sex?” he says, and motions between Blaine and Kurt, who has stopped in his tracks a couple of feet ahead.
“Um...” What the hell should he say to that? He's sort of worried that the man is propositioning him, but he's not quite sure. “Yes. But only with each other, though,” Blaine answers with another awkward smile and a forced laugh.
The man's smile widens and he claps his hands together just once. “You get married here now!” he says.
Blaine is taken aback. When he smiles at the man this time, it's genuine. “Oh, yes! Yes, we can get married here now.”
“Yay!” The man says. “High five!” He holds up his hand and Blaine slaps it.
“I, um... I should get going. Nice talking to you.” Blaine gives the man a wave and hurries to catch up with Kurt, who has gone on a little further, shaking his head.
“Oh my god, you don't just talk to random strangers on the street about our sex life, Blaine.”
“He was a nice man!”
Kurt turns to look at him, shaking his head some more. “You are such a strange little person.”
~*~*~
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