I Want You To Be [Interlude, part 3]
Title: I Want You To Be [Interlude]
Rating: pg 13
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, AU
Spoilers: The ending (kind of) of Princess Bride ... if there is anyone out there who still hasn't seen that movie.
A/N: Here it is folks, the final part of our extended interlude. Thanks again to the brilliantalianne for helping me find the write way to conclude Kurt and Blaine's little ... issue. ;)
Stay tuned for year two that will probably be appearing early next month. And if you're interested in seeing a little more of my creative process, or just want to say hi, make sure to come see me at my tumblr (same name). Because my number of followers has risen to a whopping ... 4. Yes, that's right. 4.
Thanks for sticking with this!
Friday morning marked the beginning of a new phase in Kurt and Blaine’s relationship. Years later, Kurt liked to refer to it as “my ingenious plan to bring Blaine and my father together in the bonds of friendship and family.”
Blaine, on the other hand, liked to call it “when Kurt made it his mission to flaunt our sex life daily and taunt his father with reasons to cause me gross bodily harm.”
But, at the time, Blaine didn’t notice that there was any sort of master plan going on at all. All he knew was that after explaining his freak out to Kurt, his boyfriend had seemed to completely understand. The rest of the week was filled with nothing but gentle hugs and chaste touches and hours spent just basking in each others presence and falling asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing.
It wasn’t until Burt returned home that Blaine began to realize that the last few days of bliss had been nothing but the eye of the hurricane.
...
It started off innocently enough. Kurt reached over and twined his fingers through Blaine’s as his hand rested on the table over dinner one night. Blaine shot Kurt a distracted half smile and continued his conversation with Burt about how he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to major in. At least this small amount of contact didn’t seem to make Blaine uncomfortable. Emboldened by his success, Kurt leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek, as close to the corner of his mouth as possible, after he said something particularly cute. Blaine stiffened briefly, but as the only consequence was Carole asking him if he would like more potatoes, his discomfort was extremely short-lived.
It was probably best that Burt was the only one to notice Kurt’s self satisfied smirk. Stage one had gone off just swimmingly.
...
Stage two proved to be slightly more difficult to initiate. Whenever Kurt’s lips sought out his boyfriends with any other family members in the house, Blaine was magically imbued with the slippery properties of an eel. No matter how hard he tried, he could only ever catch cheek.
And the worst part was that Blaine was somehow managing to make it look like he wasn’t avoiding his boyfriend’s attempts at affection at all, but rather, always managed to present his face in just the right way to make it look like Kurt was getting what he aimed for every time. So Kurt couldn’t even commiserate with Carole, whom he was pretty sure would understand his frustrations if she ever saw it happening.
It was infuriating.
Finally, Kurt came to the conclusion that there was no way around it, if he wanted to kiss Blaine in front of his father (and god, how wrong did this train of thought sound), he would just have to bodily pin down his elusive boyfriend to do so. And though Kurt had a couple of inches on him, he knew from experience that Blaine was very capable of getting out from under him when he wanted to.
And usually that trait was quite fun. But not at the moment.
So Kurt laid in wait until the opportune moment to put his plan in motion. The next week found Kurt and Blaine alone in the living room watching “The Princess Bride.” They had started side by side on the couch with Kurt idly tracing patterns on Blaine’s leg with light brushes of his fingertips. Confident that his boyfriend would be too distracted by his effusing love of quoting the film to notice how soon Burt would be home from the shop, Kurt eventually slid into his lap, confining himself to a bright smile and a chaste nuzzle into his cheek.
Though he shifted a few times as if uncomfortable, Blaine quickly settled back into the movie, his hand coming to rest automatically on Kurt’s hip. Eyes brightening with excitement as Inigo finally confronted his father’s killer, Blaine even grew so bold (or at least distracted) as to hook his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder, chanting along softly into his ear.
And then the relaxed tableau was shattered with the thud of the front door closing. Blaine instantly pulled back, all of his muscles tightening for flight, but Kurt irritably wrapped his calves snug around Blaine’s legs, and pushed backwards, grinding Blaine into the couch and refusing to budge an inch.
“Kurt, come on.” Blaine hissed, his voice coming out more strangled by the minute.
Kurt ignored him entirely, and instead rang out with a chipper, “Hi, Dad! How was work?”
Blaine closed his eyes as Burt came into the room, waiting for the inevitable blow to fall.
“Busy,” Burt replied shortly, but his gruff tones were quickly replaced with concern as he saw Blaine’s face.
“What’s wrong with you, kid? Stomach cramps?”
Blaine cracked open one eye to see whom Burt was talking to. Because it couldn’t possibly be him. No way would he show any sort of concern for the guy that was currently being pinned to the couch by his son. But the expression in Burt’s eyes was one of genuine confusion and worry so Blaine decided that it would be necessary to garble out some sort of acceptable reply.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Kurt twisted around, cooing gently, and only the two men in this room knew him well enough to detect the twisted glee hidden within his honeyed sweetness.
“Honey, you should have said something. I’ll go make you some tea.” And before sliding off of his lap, Kurt leaned forward and pressed a gentle and lingering kiss to his lips. Blaine’s eyes squeezed closed again in a panic, but there was literally nowhere he could go. Kurt’s legs were still vice-like against his own, and under the guise of a comforting touch, Kurt’s hand against his shoulder was like an iron shackle pinning him to the back of the couch.
And then in a warm breath of air, Kurt was gone, leaving Blaine open and exposed to any and all of the sources of torment that Burt could devise.
But strangely enough, when he met his eyes, there was still only that same expression of gentle concern there.
“Well, make sure to tell Carole when she gets home if you’re still not feeling well. She makes a great chicken soup.”
“Thank you.” Blaine’s voice crackled out, still unable to believe that Burt was being this nice to him after his son was practically straddling his lap.
Maybe he could make it through this summer after all.
...
The next phase of Kurt’s plan proved to be difficult for an entirely different set of reasons. Unlike his responses to Kurt’s romantic overtures, Blaine didn’t resist stage 3 at all. Oh no, in fact, he was thrilled by it.
Kurt, on the other hand, was bored out of his skull.
Kurt had decided that before he could push the physical side of their new domestic situation, he had to work a little bit to rekindle the level of friendship that Blaine and his father used to share. Because it was obvious that all of that flew out the window, as far as Blaine was concerned, as soon as the word “boy” was dropped in front of “friend.”
And this meant a lot of time watching sports.
And it wasn’t like Kurt could just sit Blaine in front of the television and go off to work on some project or another like he used to when they were just friends. Oh, no. Now that they were dating, Blaine seemed to feel that whenever he came over, every second had to be spent being the perfect, attentive, loving boyfriend superglued to Kurt’s hip.
For someone so scared of physical contact he sure did seek it out a lot.
So in order to ensure that the bonding time occurred, Kurt was forced to chaperone it. And don’t misunderstand; Kurt had nothing against the occasional football or baseball game. Growing up with his father, and later with Finn as well, sports were a kind of ever-present hum or white noise that floated around the background of their house.
But watching sports on tv didn’t even give one a good excuse to wear a new scarf. So as far as Kurt was concerned, it was a necessary evil, but one he would have to stick out.
Luckily for Kurt, it only took a couple of weeks of mind numbing, I would rather be drilling a hole into my skull than sit on this couch any longer, boredom before phase 3 paid off.
Kurt had been drifting lazily on the couch only to be shocked awake by a loud roar. Struggling into consciousness to prepare himself for the invading army that was obviously storming his living room, Kurt was met with the sight of his boyfriend catapulting excitedly off the couch next to him (yes, literally catapulting), and into his father’s arms.
A bunch of strangers winning some game did odd things to the male psyche.
But after a routine of manly clapping on the back, Blaine spun around and grabbed Kurt’s hands, eyes glowing with a fire that Kurt hadn’t seen all summer, and pulled his shocked boyfriend into a steamy kiss.
After an agonizingly beautiful 20 seconds that Kurt spent without any oxygen reaching his brain, he broke away to stare into his boyfriend’s flushed face in surprise and delight. Though he was blushing furiously, Blaine didn’t seem to regret his impulsive action at all.
Kurt was suddenly reminded of the way Blaine looked that night in the hall the first time they kissed. There was the same element of surprise at his own actions, but matched with a sincere happiness that seemed to radiate out from every pore in his face.
Kurt wanted to spend the rest of his life finding new ways to bring out that look in his boyfriend’s eyes.
Almost as one, both boys glanced shyly over to Burt to see his reaction to their decidedly not chaste display. His expression was not a difficult one to decipher.
He was proud.
Proud of the man his son had become. Proud of the man that he had brought into their lives and their home. Proud of the way that every time they looked at each other, their gazes always said the same thing.
You matter. No matter how many times the world tries to tell you otherwise, tries to knock you down or throw a slushie in your face, you matter. You matter to me.
You’re worth it.
All three stood there for a minute, basking in their new sense of family, before Blaine pulled Kurt in for another, much gentler, kiss.
“Dude!” Finn’s frustrated cry instantly broke the two boys apart. Blaine spun to face him, mind racing with the absurd thought that after all of this he would still have to censor his actions toward Kurt in this house because of his idiotic brother.
Kurt apparently had the same idea.
“What, Finn?” He snapped. Blaine held his breath, waiting for Finn’s reply, afraid of what vaguely homophobic variation of the brother speech they were about to get.
“You’re blocking the tv.” For one long moment all of the men of the Hudmel household just stared at each other. And then the laughter came, bubbling up out of Blaine’s chest to be answered with an exasperated giggle from Kurt and a deep chuckle from Burt behind them.
Finn, for his part, merely looked at his stepfather in confusion.
“What’s so funny?”
...
Later that week Kurt spent some time instigating the later phases of his plan. But these were most definitely done with Burt out of the house.
And all Kurt could think was that Blaine was worth waiting for in so many ways.
Not that Kurt didn’t continue to push Blaine when his family was around. It became a sort of perverse game, how many licks does it take to get through the shell of that dapper exterior, to get the blush, get the stammer, get the flustered and exasperated cry of “Kurt!” This game could be played with a touch, a look, a subtly veiled lewd comment (or not so subtle if Finn was the one in the room).
And once they were alone again, the room would be filled with embarrassed yet relieved giggles.
Relieved because Kurt could push, and Blaine could push back, and they would still always end up tangled in each other’s arms. Despite the rocky start, this summer ended up being one both boys would think of fondly for the rest of their lives. An oasis between the stress of their first year living together, and the trials they were unknowingly about to face in their next year of school.
But that, my friends, is a story for another time.
Rating: pg 13
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, AU
Spoilers: The ending (kind of) of Princess Bride ... if there is anyone out there who still hasn't seen that movie.
A/N: Here it is folks, the final part of our extended interlude. Thanks again to the brilliantalianne for helping me find the write way to conclude Kurt and Blaine's little ... issue. ;)
Stay tuned for year two that will probably be appearing early next month. And if you're interested in seeing a little more of my creative process, or just want to say hi, make sure to come see me at my tumblr (same name). Because my number of followers has risen to a whopping ... 4. Yes, that's right. 4.
Thanks for sticking with this!
Friday morning marked the beginning of a new phase in Kurt and Blaine’s relationship. Years later, Kurt liked to refer to it as “my ingenious plan to bring Blaine and my father together in the bonds of friendship and family.”
Blaine, on the other hand, liked to call it “when Kurt made it his mission to flaunt our sex life daily and taunt his father with reasons to cause me gross bodily harm.”
But, at the time, Blaine didn’t notice that there was any sort of master plan going on at all. All he knew was that after explaining his freak out to Kurt, his boyfriend had seemed to completely understand. The rest of the week was filled with nothing but gentle hugs and chaste touches and hours spent just basking in each others presence and falling asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing.
It wasn’t until Burt returned home that Blaine began to realize that the last few days of bliss had been nothing but the eye of the hurricane.
...
It started off innocently enough. Kurt reached over and twined his fingers through Blaine’s as his hand rested on the table over dinner one night. Blaine shot Kurt a distracted half smile and continued his conversation with Burt about how he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to major in. At least this small amount of contact didn’t seem to make Blaine uncomfortable. Emboldened by his success, Kurt leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek, as close to the corner of his mouth as possible, after he said something particularly cute. Blaine stiffened briefly, but as the only consequence was Carole asking him if he would like more potatoes, his discomfort was extremely short-lived.
It was probably best that Burt was the only one to notice Kurt’s self satisfied smirk. Stage one had gone off just swimmingly.
...
Stage two proved to be slightly more difficult to initiate. Whenever Kurt’s lips sought out his boyfriends with any other family members in the house, Blaine was magically imbued with the slippery properties of an eel. No matter how hard he tried, he could only ever catch cheek.
And the worst part was that Blaine was somehow managing to make it look like he wasn’t avoiding his boyfriend’s attempts at affection at all, but rather, always managed to present his face in just the right way to make it look like Kurt was getting what he aimed for every time. So Kurt couldn’t even commiserate with Carole, whom he was pretty sure would understand his frustrations if she ever saw it happening.
It was infuriating.
Finally, Kurt came to the conclusion that there was no way around it, if he wanted to kiss Blaine in front of his father (and god, how wrong did this train of thought sound), he would just have to bodily pin down his elusive boyfriend to do so. And though Kurt had a couple of inches on him, he knew from experience that Blaine was very capable of getting out from under him when he wanted to.
And usually that trait was quite fun. But not at the moment.
So Kurt laid in wait until the opportune moment to put his plan in motion. The next week found Kurt and Blaine alone in the living room watching “The Princess Bride.” They had started side by side on the couch with Kurt idly tracing patterns on Blaine’s leg with light brushes of his fingertips. Confident that his boyfriend would be too distracted by his effusing love of quoting the film to notice how soon Burt would be home from the shop, Kurt eventually slid into his lap, confining himself to a bright smile and a chaste nuzzle into his cheek.
Though he shifted a few times as if uncomfortable, Blaine quickly settled back into the movie, his hand coming to rest automatically on Kurt’s hip. Eyes brightening with excitement as Inigo finally confronted his father’s killer, Blaine even grew so bold (or at least distracted) as to hook his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder, chanting along softly into his ear.
And then the relaxed tableau was shattered with the thud of the front door closing. Blaine instantly pulled back, all of his muscles tightening for flight, but Kurt irritably wrapped his calves snug around Blaine’s legs, and pushed backwards, grinding Blaine into the couch and refusing to budge an inch.
“Kurt, come on.” Blaine hissed, his voice coming out more strangled by the minute.
Kurt ignored him entirely, and instead rang out with a chipper, “Hi, Dad! How was work?”
Blaine closed his eyes as Burt came into the room, waiting for the inevitable blow to fall.
“Busy,” Burt replied shortly, but his gruff tones were quickly replaced with concern as he saw Blaine’s face.
“What’s wrong with you, kid? Stomach cramps?”
Blaine cracked open one eye to see whom Burt was talking to. Because it couldn’t possibly be him. No way would he show any sort of concern for the guy that was currently being pinned to the couch by his son. But the expression in Burt’s eyes was one of genuine confusion and worry so Blaine decided that it would be necessary to garble out some sort of acceptable reply.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Kurt twisted around, cooing gently, and only the two men in this room knew him well enough to detect the twisted glee hidden within his honeyed sweetness.
“Honey, you should have said something. I’ll go make you some tea.” And before sliding off of his lap, Kurt leaned forward and pressed a gentle and lingering kiss to his lips. Blaine’s eyes squeezed closed again in a panic, but there was literally nowhere he could go. Kurt’s legs were still vice-like against his own, and under the guise of a comforting touch, Kurt’s hand against his shoulder was like an iron shackle pinning him to the back of the couch.
And then in a warm breath of air, Kurt was gone, leaving Blaine open and exposed to any and all of the sources of torment that Burt could devise.
But strangely enough, when he met his eyes, there was still only that same expression of gentle concern there.
“Well, make sure to tell Carole when she gets home if you’re still not feeling well. She makes a great chicken soup.”
“Thank you.” Blaine’s voice crackled out, still unable to believe that Burt was being this nice to him after his son was practically straddling his lap.
Maybe he could make it through this summer after all.
...
The next phase of Kurt’s plan proved to be difficult for an entirely different set of reasons. Unlike his responses to Kurt’s romantic overtures, Blaine didn’t resist stage 3 at all. Oh no, in fact, he was thrilled by it.
Kurt, on the other hand, was bored out of his skull.
Kurt had decided that before he could push the physical side of their new domestic situation, he had to work a little bit to rekindle the level of friendship that Blaine and his father used to share. Because it was obvious that all of that flew out the window, as far as Blaine was concerned, as soon as the word “boy” was dropped in front of “friend.”
And this meant a lot of time watching sports.
And it wasn’t like Kurt could just sit Blaine in front of the television and go off to work on some project or another like he used to when they were just friends. Oh, no. Now that they were dating, Blaine seemed to feel that whenever he came over, every second had to be spent being the perfect, attentive, loving boyfriend superglued to Kurt’s hip.
For someone so scared of physical contact he sure did seek it out a lot.
So in order to ensure that the bonding time occurred, Kurt was forced to chaperone it. And don’t misunderstand; Kurt had nothing against the occasional football or baseball game. Growing up with his father, and later with Finn as well, sports were a kind of ever-present hum or white noise that floated around the background of their house.
But watching sports on tv didn’t even give one a good excuse to wear a new scarf. So as far as Kurt was concerned, it was a necessary evil, but one he would have to stick out.
Luckily for Kurt, it only took a couple of weeks of mind numbing, I would rather be drilling a hole into my skull than sit on this couch any longer, boredom before phase 3 paid off.
Kurt had been drifting lazily on the couch only to be shocked awake by a loud roar. Struggling into consciousness to prepare himself for the invading army that was obviously storming his living room, Kurt was met with the sight of his boyfriend catapulting excitedly off the couch next to him (yes, literally catapulting), and into his father’s arms.
A bunch of strangers winning some game did odd things to the male psyche.
But after a routine of manly clapping on the back, Blaine spun around and grabbed Kurt’s hands, eyes glowing with a fire that Kurt hadn’t seen all summer, and pulled his shocked boyfriend into a steamy kiss.
After an agonizingly beautiful 20 seconds that Kurt spent without any oxygen reaching his brain, he broke away to stare into his boyfriend’s flushed face in surprise and delight. Though he was blushing furiously, Blaine didn’t seem to regret his impulsive action at all.
Kurt was suddenly reminded of the way Blaine looked that night in the hall the first time they kissed. There was the same element of surprise at his own actions, but matched with a sincere happiness that seemed to radiate out from every pore in his face.
Kurt wanted to spend the rest of his life finding new ways to bring out that look in his boyfriend’s eyes.
Almost as one, both boys glanced shyly over to Burt to see his reaction to their decidedly not chaste display. His expression was not a difficult one to decipher.
He was proud.
Proud of the man his son had become. Proud of the man that he had brought into their lives and their home. Proud of the way that every time they looked at each other, their gazes always said the same thing.
You matter. No matter how many times the world tries to tell you otherwise, tries to knock you down or throw a slushie in your face, you matter. You matter to me.
You’re worth it.
All three stood there for a minute, basking in their new sense of family, before Blaine pulled Kurt in for another, much gentler, kiss.
“Dude!” Finn’s frustrated cry instantly broke the two boys apart. Blaine spun to face him, mind racing with the absurd thought that after all of this he would still have to censor his actions toward Kurt in this house because of his idiotic brother.
Kurt apparently had the same idea.
“What, Finn?” He snapped. Blaine held his breath, waiting for Finn’s reply, afraid of what vaguely homophobic variation of the brother speech they were about to get.
“You’re blocking the tv.” For one long moment all of the men of the Hudmel household just stared at each other. And then the laughter came, bubbling up out of Blaine’s chest to be answered with an exasperated giggle from Kurt and a deep chuckle from Burt behind them.
Finn, for his part, merely looked at his stepfather in confusion.
“What’s so funny?”
...
Later that week Kurt spent some time instigating the later phases of his plan. But these were most definitely done with Burt out of the house.
And all Kurt could think was that Blaine was worth waiting for in so many ways.
Not that Kurt didn’t continue to push Blaine when his family was around. It became a sort of perverse game, how many licks does it take to get through the shell of that dapper exterior, to get the blush, get the stammer, get the flustered and exasperated cry of “Kurt!” This game could be played with a touch, a look, a subtly veiled lewd comment (or not so subtle if Finn was the one in the room).
And once they were alone again, the room would be filled with embarrassed yet relieved giggles.
Relieved because Kurt could push, and Blaine could push back, and they would still always end up tangled in each other’s arms. Despite the rocky start, this summer ended up being one both boys would think of fondly for the rest of their lives. An oasis between the stress of their first year living together, and the trials they were unknowingly about to face in their next year of school.
But that, my friends, is a story for another time.