All My Instincts 5b/5
When Blaine arrives back at his house from picking up David, Thad, and Trent, the party is already in full swing. Kurt hears the door open upstairs and goes to say hello to Blaine’s friends. His friends, too, Blaine insists, but Kurt thinks that’s silly because he’s only met them once or twice. Though he did agree to drive them home.
“Hey Kurt,” Trent and Dave smile at him.
“Hey Kuuuuuurt,” Thad emphasizes his name, nudging Blaine in the side. “It’s Kurt, Blaine.” Thad wiggles his eyebrows, making no effort to be subtle. Blaine rolls his eyes at him as if to say what is with you tonight? Kurt hasn’t seen any of Blaine’s friends since they became boyfriends, but it really could not have been much of a surprise to any of them, especially Thad.
“Yes, it is, Thad. And seeing as how you’ve met him twice already, I don’t need to introduce you,” Blaine sasses back.
“Trent hasn’t met him, though. Not officially at least, right Trent?” Trent shrugs, because he knows who Kurt is. According to Thad, all the Warblers know who Kurt is. He continues, “Trent, this is Kurt, Blaine’s-” and Thad pauses, looking teasingly at Blaine, trying to get a rise out of him.
“Boyfriend,” Blaine finishes calmly, but you can see he’s pleased to have deflated Thad, “my boyfriend,” and he smiles and takes Kurt’s hand, leading them to the basement with an air of nonchalance. As they turn down the stairs, Blaine leans in and whispers in his ear, “so not over that yet, by the way,” and they enter the buzzing Anderson Berry extravaganza.
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An hour later, Kurt finally manages to extricate himself from an enthralling conversation about the pros and cons of Andrew Lloyd Weber with a slightly tipsy Rachel. He steps over to the bar to get himself another Diet Coke, watching the small group of people in the corner, Blaine at its center, Tina, Mercedes, Mike, and Trent surrounding him. Blaine’s standing in his red highwaters and black, short-sleeved polo shirt and ridiculous-yet-adorable matching bowtie. His hip is jutting out, hands gesturing, his warm laugh echoing above the party. Blaine is also slightly tipsy, loose-lipped and flamboyant,and Kurt can hear the sing-song in his voice. Kurt muses to himself that tonight, his blazer-wearing, soccer-playing, boyish boyfriend is really not a hard call. He’s swishy, and effervescent, and loose. Kurt thinks he’s positively gorgeous.
“Hello there,” Kurt slides up beside Blaine, bumping him gently with his hip.
“Kurt - hi!” Blaine says excitedly, as if he hadn’t just been with him fifteen minutes ago. Kurt leans into his side and feels Blaine slide his arm around his waist. Not only is slightly tipsy, out-of-uniform Blaine very gay, he is also apparently very affectionate. Or less aware. Or something.
The feeling of Blaine's fingers gently rubbing Kurt’s t-shirt sends warmth through his whole body. And he’s not even drinking. Kurt thinks he sees Tina whisper “awwww” in Mike’s ear but he can’t be sure.
“So I want the scoop, boys,” Tina starts, “How did you guys find each other?”
They look at each other, smiling, then back at Tina. Blaine starts, “Well, one day at the beginning of the school year, I came home sweaty and dishevelled from soccer practice, and this perfectly put-together, fashionable, dreamy gay boy was chatting with my sister. I’m lucky he even looked at me after that entrance-”
Kurt rolls his eyes, because it was not at all hard to look at him again after that entrance. “I thought he was straight.”
“He thought I was straight.”
“You thought he was straight?” Tina’s eyes go wide, as she and Mike take in Blaine in his bright red pants, tight shirt, bowtie and loose hips.
“Told you-” Blaine gives Kurt a self-satisfied look.
“In my defense, this out-of-uniform, slightly tipsy, sassy man is not the same boyish guy who walked in the door, dishevelled after soccer practice and hanging with the guys,” Kurt informs.
“You think I’m sassy?” Blaine looks pleased.
“Not as sassy as me-”
“Of course not.”
“But yes, you have some sass tonight,” Kurt says. Blaine smiles privately at him and moves his arm from around Kurt’s waist to interlace their fingers together.
“Boys-” Puck saunters up between them and puts an arm around each of them.
“Puck?” Kurt continues to be baffled at Puck’s new-found interest in him.
“So you’re Rachel’s brother and Kurt’s boyfriend?” Puck starts.
“And you’re Puck, I assume,” Blaine answers.
“Dude talks about me? Cool.” Neither Kurt nor Blaine bother to correct him. “So it must be awesome-two guys,” and Kurt and Blaine both take a step back because what is he talking about?
“What are you talking about Puck?” Kurt gives him a weird look.
“I mean, you could have as much sex as you want to-and you’re both guys, that’s like endless drive.” Puck seems to be thinking out loud. “Only thing is that I like the ladies,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Puck!” Tina is affronted. “They’ve been going out for like, a week. Will you get your mind out of the gutter?" Kurt gives her a thankful look while Blaine looks utterly baffled.
“A week is plenty of time-” Puck muses. “I only knew that divorcee with the pool for a week when we-”
“Okay,” Kurt chimes in, voice cracking, “I think we’ve had enough of that.” He pats Puck on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go get yourself some more to drink. You’re running low there,” Kurt points to the almost empty cup in his hand.
“Cool,” Puck looks down, seeming to agree, and he saunters away to the bar.
“I don’t even think I kissed you until, like, our second date, did I?” Mike whispers to Tina.
“Our third date, actually,” Tina corrects. “But don’t worry, honey, you were worth the wait.” Mike smiles sweetly at her and leans in to peck her on the lips. “Don’t worry about him. Trust me when I say, practice makes perfect,” Tina finishes and Mike is beaming.
Kurt and Blaine smile at their sweetness and look shyly at each other, when Blaine adds, “Yeah. I think we’ve already sort of figured that out,” he blushes and looks at Kurt.
“Oh my god, Blaine, shut up,” but Blaine just laughs into his shoulder.
“What? It’s true.” And Kurt again thinks he hears Tina turn to Mike and say “awww”, before they make their way over to the drinks.
As the evening shifts to the night, Kurt feels the people around him loosening with alcohol, late night, hormones, and music. Santana’s grabbed Brittany and they’re hug dancing to Usher’s Without You, and Kurt wonders what’s up with that, but it’s Brittany and they’re girls so he doesn’t spend too much time on it. Rachel pulls a reluctant Finn onto the make shift dance floor a moment later, and he obliges despite his complaints that he hates dancing. And then there’s Tina and Mike in the mix, while Kurt notices Thad trying to get up the courage to ask Quinn to dance. Kurt’s caught up watching the looks shift on Thad’s face, so he’s surprised when two hands pull him in towards the now-crowded dance floor.
“What? Oh. Hi,” Kurt looks up at Blaine who is still blissfully buzzed, but not, Kurt notes, much drunker than he was earlier-it is his party, after all- and feels Blaine’s arms wrap around his waist.
“Hi Kurt,” Blaine flirts.
“Blaine,” Kurt shakes his head at him, but is lost enough in the energy of late night not to care about dancing with his boyfriend in front of his own friends, who have shown him many times this week just how much they support him. He puts his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and buries his head in Blaine’s neck, wanting to breathe him in. Blaine smells like rum and sugar and boy mixed together. It’s delicious.
When the song ends, Blaine pulls Kurt over to the corner, holding his hand. “Lie down with me,” he says, plopping himself on to the basement carpet, lying his head down.
“I didn’t think you were that drunk,” Kurt looks down at him skeptically.
“I’m not, just tired. Want to lie beside you,” Blaine says so sweetly that Kurt realizes he is actually going to risk messing up his hair for this.
“You realize that I don’t do this for just anyone,” Kurt huffs, and makes a motion to brush off the carpet beside Blaine before lying timidly down beside him. Blaine immediately scoots closer, taking Kurt’s hand and laying his head on his shoulder.
“I hope not,” Blaine smiles at him as his eyes flutter closed. Kurt is bubbling with warmth at the sweetness. “You know,” Blaine says and Kurt waits, but he doesn’t finish.
“Blaine?” Kurt laughs, “Are you sleeping?”
“No, not sleeping,” Blaine opens his eyes, inches from Kurt’s. Their heads are turned staring at each other, “trying to figure out the right way to say this,” he admits.
“Okay?”
“You know, what Puck talked about-” Kurt’s eyes go wide, “jumping into sex and all that,” and Kurt can feel the blood rise to his cheeks “that’s not really me,” Blaine pauses.
“Me neither,” Kurt breathes out, relieved. Because he is so not ready for that. “Even with your advanced knowledge from Cosmo? You know a guy’s got to be prepared,” Kurt teases.
Blaine blushes and kisses Kurt gently on the cheek. “Even with my inside knowledge on how to give a mind-blowing blowjob, pun intended,” Blaine quotes, laughing at himself. Kurt reddens at Blaine’s easy ability to use words that make Kurt feel a mix of intrigue and nervousness, but Blaine acts as if he’s just talking about the weather. “I have a confession though,” Blaine lifts his head up and rests it on his elbow, turning on his side to face Kurt. Kurt looks up at him.
“Mmmm?”
“Even though I’m not ready to do those things yet, I feel like I will be,” he breathes out, nervous, “and when I am, I hope it’s with you.” He shuts his eyes.
“Really?”
Blaine opens his eyes and Kurt sees so much warmth, but also something else, maybe because of the late night, and the alcohol, but Kurt is sure that no one has ever looked at him exactly that way before. Blaine nods. “And it’s totally because I’m crazy about you and all that,” and Kurt’s heart jumps, “but I’m totally shallow because it’s also because you’re really hot.” Kurt’s stomach flips. Blaine covers his face with his hands. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that. Please don’t think I’m like Puck or something,” but Kurt just wants to cover his face with kisses. So he does.
Kurt figures out that look. It’s desire. And when Kurt breathes and lets it wash over him, he admits to himself that it’s incredible.
They have fifteen more minutes before Kurt has to drive the Warbler boys, himself and Finn home, and he pulls Blaine upstairs, away from everyone else, and kisses him senseless.
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Kurt walks into school on Monday in a black top hat, white straitjacket and impeccably tight white jeans. Blaine is picking him up to go the Lima Bean after school, and he knows Blaine’s going to love the layers. He may get teased by the hockey or football teams, but he honestly doesn’t care. Even if they don’t always understand his superior fashion sense in glee club, they will either admire or accept it. And he hasn’t been slushied in a while- Puck, Finn, and Mike have got his back. This time, though, he hopes to be stared at-by Blaine-after school. In fact, he’s counting on it. He’s still living in his small-minded American town. And he has survived.