Too in Love to Let it Go, Chapter 29
Author: gingerandfair/lavender_love00
Genre: AU/Married!Klaine/future-fic
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 8,100/200,000
Spoilers: none
Chapter summary: In which Kurt gets good news, Blaine asks him out on a date, and things get pretty hot and heavy....
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Chapter 29
Wednesday, October 11th, 2023
Blaine looked up from his laptop as Nick stomped into his apartment, slamming the door against the wall.
"Bad day?"
Nick scowled at him. "You have no idea. God, I need a beer. Want one?"
"Sure," Blaine said. "What happened?"
"The system crashed and my last project didn't get backed up for some reason and it's due tomorrow at eight fucking o'clock in the fucking morning and I had a Skype date with Jeff tonight, and -" He stopped, tugging his fingers through his hair. "You know those days that everything goes wrong? This was one of them."
"Man, that sucks," Blaine said, getting up and walking into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out two Ithaca Cold Fronts. "Here," he said, handing one to Nick. "Drink up."
"Thanks," Nick said, falling backward onto the couch. "I'm just gonna have this one, and then I've got to get to work." He took a long drink of his beer, then looked at Blaine. "Actually, if you want to sleep in a bed for once, I'll probably be up all night."
"I - okay, if you're sure," Blaine said, remembering late writing nights, how much easier it was to nap and then wake up on time when he slept on the couch.
"I'm sure. So how was your day?"
"It was okay." Blaine took a swallow of his beer before continuing, allowing the caramel-malty fizz to bubble on his tongue. "I wrote a lot - I don't know how much of it is even publishable, but right now I'm just sort of word-vomiting in empty documents."
Nick nodded encouragingly. "Well, at least you're getting stuff out of your head and on paper. Why was it just okay?"
Blaine looked at Nick with a mixture of disbelief and respect, wishing he could make himself as selfless as his friend. He was so grateful for Nick's heart. Who else would put his own bad day aside to talk things out, would let a high school friend in a stupid crisis sleep on his couch for over a month? "I don't know," Blaine said. "I think I'm getting impatient."
"Impatient about what?" Nick asked with a knowing smile.
"Moving back with Kurt. Not that your company isn't stellar, but I'd rather be with my husband."
"No hard feelings, man." Nick took a swig of beer, then looked back at Blaine. "So what are you gonna do about it?"
Blaine took a breath, trying to stay calm, to remember what he'd just been thinking about Nick's selfless heart. What was he going to do about it? He was going to therapy twice a week. He'd seen a psychiatrist and had started on antidepressants. He'd apologized and apologized and apologized again, had drawn Kurt flowers on a napkin, had kissed him, then kissed him some more, had helped him make dinner … He took another breath. "What do you mean, what am I going to do about it?"
"I mean, maybe you need to suck it up and ask him out on a date. He fell for you once - hard, too, god, even I remember what his face looked like the first time you guys met. I bet you can make him fall for you again."
"It's not the falling that's the problem." Blaine laughed drily. "I left. In Kurt's world, that was basically like pushing him off a bridge. He's fallen plenty."
"Well maybe you need to throw him a life preserver, then." Nick paused. "Actually - does the drowning Kurt analogy really work here?"
Blaine chuckled, a real laugh this time. "Not really, no. Kurt's never really been the drowning type. Knowing him, he's hanging onto the underside of the bridge stewing about it."
Nick grinned. "I didn't think so. But what I was trying to say - maybe you need to pursue him, Blaine. Make him know that you still want him."
Blaine was pretty positive that Kurt was aware how much he wanted him, considering the fact that he popped a fairly intense hard-on anytime Kurt was around lately, but he wasn't going to mention that to Nick. "We've been on dates. Several of them. Do you think one more is going to show more effort than taking Prozac?"
"I don't think that it'll help more, necessarily. But - doesn't Kurt still like romance? And weren't you always the king of maybe ill-advised but still very grand gestures? I know that coffee is your thing, and it's nostalgic and sweet, but Blaine - pull some strings! You've been on the New York Times Best-Seller List, twice. Lots of people know your name, and I doubt that excludes five-star chefs in this city."
Blaine sighed. "You know I hate using people like that."
"You aren't using them if they offer. I'm not telling you to demand a table with the best view of the city or anything, just - tell them your name. Tell them that you'd really like a nice night out with your husband, Kurt. Is that really so bad, especially if it would help expedite the moving-home process?"
Blaine contemplated this. Was it really so bad, using his popularity as a means to an end? If he dropped his name, just this once … "I'm still not convinced that it'll help, but -"
Nick grinned. "It can't hurt to try, though, right? And I bet you can make the calls tonight - it's just six. The restaurants will be open till at least ten."
"Well …"
"Come on, Blaine, you've read the fanmail. Your books help people. I'm sure that somebody would be willing to do you a favor in return."
He sighed and pictured Kurt, beautiful and laughing in a suit, a glass of wine in his hand. "Okay, fine. Any suggestions about where I should start?"
* * *
Kurt was relaxing in bed, sketching with Romeo curled up beside him. It'd been a good week, and he was pleased that he could say that and mean it - he'd gotten caught up on all the studio gossip thanks to the tiny slow period that always came right after the shows, and everyone at work seemed glad for his return. And it felt good, designing again, like he was back doing what he was meant for.
The only thing still missing was Blaine.
He'd just finished a little boy's look, very Blaine-inspired with cropped pants, saddle shoes and a cardigan - he couldn't get Blaine off his mind; he was always pining, day-dreaming, thinking of him - when his text alert chimed.
From: The Husband
Are you still up?
Kurt picked up his phone with an easy smile and called him.
"Hey, honey," he said after Blaine answered. "Whatcha need?"
"I was just calling to say goodnight." It could've been the connection, but Kurt could have sworn that Blaine sounded a little shy.
"That's sweet of you."
"What're you doing?" Blaine asked.
"Oh, nothing much - just hanging out with Romeo and working on some sketches," Kurt said, looking at what he'd drawn and thinking of a tiny Blaine dressed in his pieces, his curls long and wild. "Romeo says hi, don't you buddy?" He scratched the dog behind his ears, and Romeo let out a contented sigh.
"Tell him I miss him."
"Mmm, he misses you too. What're you doing?"
"Honestly? Thinking about you," Blaine said, and yeah, he definitely sounded shy. Ohhhh, Blaine could be adorable when he tried.
"Good things, I hope."
"Good things," Blaine agreed. "Also, I was wondering …"
"Yes?" Kurt gently prodded when he trailed off.
"What are you doing Friday evening? After our appointment?"
Kurt had to think for a moment, and then he thought that it was nice that he had to stop and think, that he was getting enough of his life back that he might actually have plans on a Friday. But not this Friday.
"Nothing I'm aware of."
"Do you want to be doing something? Possibly with me?"
Friday night … "This is more than coffee, isn't it?"
He could hear the hesitance in Blaine's voice. "Well … that's what I was planning, but if you don't want that …"
"Why don't you ask me again?" Kurt suggested, twirling his finger around the string on his sweatshirt. "And properly, this time. You know I like to be wooed."
He knew Blaine was smiling. "Alright, fine. Ask Kurt out, take two … Kurt, are you free on Friday night?"
"Depends on why you're asking," Kurt said playfully.
"Would you care to join me for dinner? At Del Posto?"
Kurt's eyes widened and his hand dropped to the bed. "Oh my god, please tell me you already have reservations."
Blaine chuckled. "Apparently the chef likes my books. We're in if you're in."
"Oh, I'm so in."
"Awesome." Kurt could feel the rays of light beaming off of Blaine's smile through the phone. "I'll pick you up at three-thirty for our appointment, then?"
"Yes," Kurt said. "Blaine?"
"Mmm-hmm?"
"I can't wait."
* * *
Thursday, October 12th, 2023
Kurt was bent over his table, carefully cutting a piece of silk that would eventually become an ascot, when Marc leaned over his shoulder.
"It's out," he murmured, his breath tickling Kurt's ear. "Jackie's making the announcement today after lunch. You should talk to Blaine - I want to officially offer you the position on Monday."
Kurt laid his scissors down, turned on his stool. "But I've only been back four days -"
"Stop," Marc said softly, holding a hand up. "I've made my decision, unless you're refusing."
"No, but -"
"Then stop," he smiled. "And talk to your husband. I want his blessing before we go through with this."
* * *
Friday, October 13th, 2023
"So, I have an announcement to make," Kurt said, crossing his legs primly as he settled onto the couch in Dr. Jacobson's office with Blaine.
Blaine cocked his head a little as his heart surged with hope. "What is it, Kurt?" he asked, trying to temper his voice.
"When I went back to work on Monday, I had a little meeting with Marc."
Blaine managed to keep his face even, not showing the disappointment that Kurt's announcement had nothing to do with him. "Did you show him your sketches?"
"I did," Kurt said, pulling his sketchbook out and handing it to Dr. Jacobson. "Those are top-secret - I know you have privacy laws and everything, but seriously, don't mention them to anyone," he told her.
"Of course not," she said, flipping through the pages. "Kurt - these are wonderful!"
"That's what I told him," Blaine said, his chest swelling a little with pride. "So what'd Marc say?"
"Well, he loved them. And it just so happens that some things are shifting in the label's hierarchy …" Kurt said, a grin spreading across his face as he spoke.
"What exactly does that mean?" Blaine asked.
Kurt beamed and grabbed Blaine's hand. "The creative director over Little Marc Jacobs is leaving in three weeks, and Marc wants me to step into her position!" he exclaimed.
"Oh my god," Blaine breathed. "Oh my god, Kurt -" He pitched forward, pulling Kurt into a tight hug on the couch. "Creative director?" He pulled back, grasping Kurt's shoulders, then tugged him into another hug. "Oh my god, I'm so proud of you, creative director -"
"So … not to ruin your celebration, but what exactly does that mean?" Dr. Jacobson asked, gesturing to her jeans and crocheted purple poncho sweater. "I'm sure you haven't noticed, but I'm not exactly operating at the height of fashion, here…"
"Creative director is the highest position you can hold within a label without actually owning the name," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand tight, beaming so hard his eyes were crinkled almost-shut. "I'll be in charge of designing all the looks, with help and inspiration from the designers working under me, and I'll hold a much more managerial position than I did before. It also comes with a pretty hefty raise."
"Well that sounds wonderful!" Dr. Jacobson said. "Will it be more hours?"
"I think it might be, but it'll be different - the kids' line doesn't do Fashion Week, so I won't be travelling as much. It'll be much more locally-based."
Blaine sat back on the couch, contemplating what that might mean. No Fashion Week stress, no more weeks without his husband. Kurt would be home with him - or, no, actually he wouldn't. Because Blaine wasn't home yet.
"Blaine?" Dr. Jacobson asked. "How are you feeling about this?"
Blaine smiled. "Good. I feel really good …" he paused, turning to Kurt. "…as long as you do, too. Will it make you happy?"
Kurt beamed at him. "I think so."
"Good. Then I'm all for it."
"Well, congratulations to you both, then," Dr. Jacobson smiled. "How are things going with the two of you?"
"Well," Kurt drawled, tracing patterns on the back of Blaine's hand with his forefinger. There was a demure look in his eyes that made something inside Blaine's chest stir. "Somebody asked me out on a very nice date tonight …"
* * *
Kurt was swinging his and Blaine's clasped hands in between them as they walked down the sidewalk in the East Village. "Hey," he said, "thanks for being so supportive today. I - I'm really feeling good about us right now."
Blaine smiled softly. "You're welcome. And I am, too."
"I'm looking forward to our date tonight." Kurt's cheeks were pink and a bashful smile softened his face.
"Me too," Blaine said, nudging Kurt's shoulder with his own as they came to the street where they had to part ways. Blaine had a sudden, almost panicked feeling as he realized he needed to let go of Kurt's hand. He didn't want to. "Kurt …"
"Honey?"
"I know you need to go, I'm sorry, I just - I'm trying really hard. I just want you to know that."
"I know," Kurt said. "And I really, really appreciate that."
"This, tonight?" Blaine said. "It's because I love you so much, and I want to make you happy. I want us to be happy again."
Kurt smiled tenderly, cupping Blaine's cheek in his hand. "I know you do. So do I."
"Okay," Blaine sighed, finally letting go of Kurt's hand. "I'll pick you up at seven?"
Kurt pressed a soft, sweet kiss on Blaine's lips before standing back and smiling at him. "Sounds perfect."
* * *
Kurt was closing the kitchen utensil drawer on a strategically-placed bottle of lube when he heard Blaine knock on the door.
"Come on in!" he called, doing a once-over of the candles he'd laid out on the dining room table in a long, straight line, making sure the lighter was handy. When he turned around, Blaine was standing in the doorway in a deliciously-fitted steel blue suit with a hint of sheen to it, holding a huge bouquet of red and yellow roses.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, leaving the lighter on the table and striding forward to take his roses. "Our flowers. They're gorgeous."
Blaine kissed him gently. "So are you," he said, their foreheads pressed together.
Oh, I want you in my bed tonight. "Thank you," Kurt said, running the fingers of his free hand down Blaine's face. "I like your suit."
"Oh yeah?" Blaine asked, relinquishing his grip on the back of Kurt's neck to turn slowly in a circle in front of him, slowing down even more when his ass was facing Kurt. "I hoped you might. I snuck in and stole it out of the closet while you were at work yesterday."
Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes, smacking Blaine's ass playfully. He saw Blaine's eyes dart around the room as he turned back around, catching sight of the candles and lighter on the table. Something that looked like hope shone in Blaine's eyes.
"Let me just get these in a vase and I'll be ready to go," Kurt said, scurrying back around to the kitchen to open the bottom cabinet. He pulled out a flared glass vase and stood at the sink, adding a few inches of water to the bottom.
"Mmm, I'm very busy and important, you know," Blaine teased as he began to trim the stems. "You shouldn't keep me waiting."
"Busy and important, huh? Busy with what?"
He felt Blaine's arms snake around his waist and tug him close. "Wooing you."
* * *
"Blaine, this is so good I might die," Kurt said, grinning wildly as he sipped on his wine and placed a piece of pumpkin cappellacci in his mouth, moaning softly as he chewed. "I can't believe you got us in on such short notice."
Blaine shrugged, smiling. "I just wanted to do something special for you. I really miss you, Kurt. Really. I think Nick is totally sick of hearing me whine about it, actually."
"I know," Kurt sighed, "I miss you, too." He reached across the table and grasped Blaine's hand in his. "Thank you for this."
Blaine brought Kurt's fingers to his lips, kissing them gently. "You're welcome." He paused. "I don't think you'll ever know how glad I am to see you eating again," he said, his voice a little thick.
Kurt smiled. "I don't know about that. You're probably almost as glad as I am. I missed food."
"Well, it looks good on you. You look fantastic tonight." Kurt blushed deeply. "You do!" Blaine insisted.
"Well …" Kurt paused, leaning over the table conspiratorially. "I've started yoga again. I looked like shit before my muscle tone started to come back."
"Mmm," Blaine hummed. "Are you just as bendy as you always were?"
"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down as the other patrons cast annoyed glances at him. "What kind of a question is that?"
Blaine shrugged, a twinkle in his eye and his lips trying to quirk up into a smile. "Just wondering."
* * *
"Oh my god, Kurt, are you reading this?" Blaine asked, holding a dessert menu in front of him. "Chocolate ricotta tortino, toasted pistachios, and extra-virgin olive oil gelato. Limone cremoso, peach marmelletto, and polenta crocantte. Butterscotch semifreddo, melon agrumata, & crumbled sss- sbri- sbr-something? I don't know what all of that even means, but god it sounds amazing," Blaine groaned.
Kurt took another sip of wine, trying not to focus on the blood heading from his head southward at the noise Blaine just made. He went to set his glass down, then thought better of it and took another, larger sip for good measure.
"Do you want to split one?" he asked, nodding to the menu. "Or do you want your own?"
"Let's get two and split them," Blaine said, grinning back.
"Oh, you are sinful." Kurt braced a hand on his chair next to his thigh, trying to steady himself from the sudden, heady feeling that was making him a little dizzy. Maybe that had been a bigger swallow of wine than he'd thought … "But I might be persuaded."
Several minutes later, the waiter brought two plates of post-dinner decadence and two glasses of dessert wine and left them to indulge in private. Blaine was hovering a spoon near Kurt's lips and Kurt found himself parting them, letting the cool metal slip inside as his eyes shut. He closed his mouth around it, moaning involuntarily as the cold butterscotch custard slid off and began to melt on his tongue. Blaine withdrew the spoon ever so slowly, and when Kurt opened his eyes again, Blaine's pupils were large, black full moons in his honey-colored eyes.
"Jesus," Blaine whispered.
Kurt grinned. "Why don't we save the confession until after we're done sinning with the dessert, honey. It's your turn." He gathered a little spoonful of the chocolate ricotta tortino, whatever that happened to be, along with a bit of olive oil gelato, and nudged Blaine's lips open. The sound that came from Blaine's throat as he tasted it was nearly orgasmic, and Kurt felt his own pupils dilate a bit. He leaned forward again, grateful that the table was small. "We're gonna need to eat this dessert a little faster, because I really need to take you home with me."
Blaine's eyes popped open. "Kurt -" he said, hesitating a little. "I'm sorry, but … I need to know what that means. I -"
"It means," Kurt said, sliding his foot up Blaine's ankle, making him shudder, "exactly what you think it does. I miss you. So let's hurry and eat our dessert, mkay?"
Blaine's eyes widened even more, and he scooped up a big spoonful of the butterscotch semifreddo and placed it in his mouth determinedly. The determination didn't last very long, however, as he seemed to melt under the flavors. Kurt understood completely. "Good, isn't it?" he said with a smile as Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Mmm-hmm," Blaine said, nodding as he swallowed, then grinned darkly. "But not nearly as good as you're gonna be later."
* * *
"So, just out of curiosity - mmmm, Kurt - when'd you decide this was ohhhhh-kay?" Blaine asked, sighing and stuttering as Kurt pressed him up against the elevator wall.
"Gradual process," Kurt said in between kisses, licking over Blaine's neck. "God, I'm glad you don't have an office job where I have to worry about leaving hickeys."
Blaine laughed, stretching his neck even further. Kurt could give him all the hickeys his heart desired - being marked wasn't something Blaine was going to complain about. "I missed you," he whispered, winding his fingers in Kurt's hair. "I missed you, missed you - god, Kurt, your mouth -" He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall, when -
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Marshall!" Kurt squeaked.
Blaine's eyes popped open just in time to see his neighbor grinning slyly as the elevator doors closed behind her back.
"Fun night out, boys?"
"Uhhh -" Blaine stammered, praying that she wouldn't notice the obvious tenting in his suit pants.
"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed, his voice a little breathy as well. "Blaine took me to Del Posto!"
"Mmm," she said knowingly as the elevator stopped at their floor. "Well, it's good to see you again, Blaine. Seems like it's been a while. You have a lovely evening." She patted Blaine's arm as he walked off the elevator, winking at him.
"Oh my god," he said, burying his face in his hands once the doors blessedly closed in front of her. "How much did she see?"
"Oh, she saw plenty," Kurt said, taking his hand and pulling him toward their door. "But I don't think she really seemed to mind, which …"
"Which is disturbing on about ten levels, and which I am not going to think too hard about, because there are other things I'd much rather be doing," Blaine finished for him, jiggling his key in the lock. "Like you."
"Let's see what we can do about that," Kurt said, his voice low in his throat as he removed Blaine's hand from the door handle and opened it himself. He let Blaine go ahead of him, kicking the door shut behind him as he gently grasped Blaine's shoulders and walked him backward through the entryway and pressed him against the built-in bookcases.
Kurt's mouth was warm and wet, sucking and nipping at his neck. Blaine groaned as Kurt's fingers deftly untied his tie, flinging it from Blaine's neck onto the table, and began unbuttoning his shirt buttons, slowly peeling his collar back and making a clear path of skin to follow. Blaine sighed, gripping the ledge of the bookcase with both hands as Kurt claimed his collarbones and sternum. He'd been waiting a long time for this.
He was already painfully hard, his cock straining against the fly of his suit pants. He realized that no matter how much masturbating he'd done in the last two days while he tried to prepare for this night on the off-chance that Kurt would want to go farther than he had, nothing could've prepared him for the overwhelming feeling of Kurt surrounding him. It had been so long, and Kurt was so good, and - "Oh, Kurt, Kurt, hang on -"
His lack of stamina in that moment was embarrassing. Kurt hadn't even touched his cock, and he was about to pulse out an orgasm before he even got his pants off. But it had been so long, and he wanted it so bad …
"We need to get off. Now," Kurt said, so sure, and then Blaine was alone with a bruised neck and a too-hard dick while Kurt inexplicably went into the kitchen.
Seconds later he was back, a bottle of lube in his hand. "Kurt -" Blaine said, squinting at it in the dark condo. "The lube was in the kitchen? You planned this?"
"Shhh," Kurt whispered, grinning as he pressed against Blaine in an open-mouthed kiss. "I knew the second you called and asked me out. I miss you, too, you know. I like my body when it is with your body," he recited, lining up their erections, and Blaine's brain proceeded to short-circuit.
"Off," he ordered, undoing Kurt's belt and button and fly and tugging his pants and underwear down to his hips. "Kurt -"
Kurt's hands were just as fast, and both their pants and briefs were pooled at their ankles in seconds. But Blaine didn't have time to think about looking stupid, his shoes and socks still on, even his jacket for that matter, because Kurt squirted a small dollop of lube in his palm and wrapped his hand around both of them together.
"Fuck," Blaine grunted, grabbing hold of Kurt's shoulders and immediately thrusting up. "Oh god - oh god -" He tried to make quick work of Kurt's own buttons, which he'd been too preoccupied to undo, but his body had other plans and his hands ended up on Kurt's hips.
"Oh my god," Kurt panted, his head dropping onto Blaine's shoulder as his thrusts moved in somewhat-coordinated synchrony with Blaine's. "Oh, you feel so good, oh god -"
"This - shit - is gonna be path-uhhhhhh - pathetically short," Blaine panted.
"'S ok. We've got all night."
Blaine took one hand from Kurt's hip and placed it atop Kurt's hand, squeezing more pressure as he started to see spots. Kurt gasped, twisting his hips and thrusting them up hard into their hands, rubbing deliciously against Blaine's cock. "God, yes," he grunted, squeezing even tighter, thrusting faster himself. "Oh, fuck -" He threw his head back, closing his eyes, and grasped a big handful of Kurt's ass, yanking him closer.
"Blaine - oh god -"
And in a matter of a few minutes, their rhythm was completely gone. They were moaning against each other, sweat pooling under arms and on foreheads and under suit jackets, and neither of them could bring themselves to care. Blaine's hips were moving like pistons, pumping forward-back, forward-back. There would be a nice purple bruise on the back of his hip where he kept running it into the bookshelf ledge, but there wasn't any stopping - the pleasure was overwhelming; it kept peaking higher and higher; if there was a meter it would've been broken.
He chanted Kurt's name as Kurt sank his teeth lightly into Blaine's shoulder and let out a muffled shout, and suddenly everything was wet, wet, wet and warm and Kurt was shaking and Blaine's hips were flying.
Blaine was strung tight, his entire body pulled taut like a string drawn too-far back on a bow, gasping into Kurt's suit jacket and thrusting into his own hand, and then a shudder and release and he was pulsing, even the very core of him, and he and Kurt grasped for each other and slid to the floor in a heap of come and lube and sweat and tangled pants.
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