Fic: Lullabies At 3 AM (Part 2/4)
Title: Lullabies at 3 AM
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 6,031
Summary: Kurt goes to a friend's bonfire in his senior year of high school. There, he meets a boy named Blaine, and it's the first time he ever gets to cuddle in bed with a boy, but that's all that happens. They seem to get a long really well, and without meaning to, Kurt has a nice and nerve wrecking idea forming: he thinks he might really like Blaine.
Warnings: slight future!fic AU, an OC, underage drinking, slight angst, concentrated fluff, sexual situations
Author's Notes: Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.
Blaine wakes up that morning a little after ten when he gets a text from Robin saying "Pancakes are done, gurlz and boyz".
This is the usual routine. Robin has bonfires on Friday or Saturday, and then around ten in the morning the next day, she'll make pancakes for whoever spent the night. Her parents don't really care what happens, as long as people pick up after themselves and don't drive home drunk. It all works out.
When he rolls towards the middle of the bed, Blaine suddenly remembers that last night he was accompanied in this bed by a cute boy: Kurt. A really cute boy named Kurt with a beautiful singing voice, nice lips, and smooth feet. He hopes he's downstairs in the kitchen with everyone else, otherwise, he's thinking that he might have just imagined the whole thing. No one's ever been that nice and pleasant to be around since, well... Never. Or maybe at one time, a certain person was amazing, but that's no longer the case.
He goes downstairs and can already hear his friends' laughter coming from the kitchen. It's too early for laughter, Blaine thinks. Unless Kurt's down here.
A tall blond boy lazily walks over to hug Blaine as he enters the kitchen. He's dressed in only his dark red boxers, but Blaine's used to Jeff hugging him when Jeff's drunk and naked, so this is a little more acceptable.
"You were with that cute guy last night. Anything happen, Blaine?"
Blaine smirks and shakes his head, twisting himself out of Jeff's grip to go sit down at the table with his other friends.
"You guys, Blaine didn't get any last night! This is an OUTRAGE!"
"Jeff, shut up. Blaine..." Robin looks over at him and slides the plate of pancakes over to him. "Kurt's too much of a lady to do anything in my beds, unlike the rest of you. I like him lots now."
Jeff scoffs. "Yeah, okay. Hey, Blaine, is Kurt a lady? How far'd you get?"
"Jeff, shut up!"
"Robin, as his best friend and fellow Warbler, it's my civic duty to ask these questions."
Blaine just stares at the pancakes. He tries to remember all the things Kurt said to him last night, how he said them, and most importantly, he's trying to remember his smile. Yes, Blaine Anderson is a romantic.
"When did he leave?" Blaine asks, looking over at Robin, trying not to hint at the tiny disappointment he's feeling right now.
Robin smiles and hands him the maple syrup. "Around nine. Don't worry, I have his number. You can text him. You should, anyway, Kurt's a great guy. Remember great guys, Blaine?"
Yeah, about that...
~*~
Kurt couldn't tell Mercedes Saturday morning about Blaine, because when he got home that morning, Burt wanted him at the shop to help him with a client's car. He wanted to be able to spend hours on the phone talking about his Friday night, not just a couple minutes.
"Hi, how was last night at Artie's?" Kurt says calmly over the phone Saturday evening, knowing it's polite to ask Mercedes how her night was before he lets out the big news.
She sounds tired and bored. "Oh, you know, the usual... Sam doing impressions, and him, Artie, and Mike playing video games. I forced Tina and Quinn to come over, because Rachel was on her date with Finn. How was that bonfire?"
Kurt can feel his body ready to burst with excitement. "Oh, it was fine, Robin's friends are really nice... I met someone."
He hears Mercedes drop the phone and then pick it back up. "Kurt, you did not. Who's this guy? What's his name? Is he cute?"
Before he picked up his phone to call, he anticipated telling her every little detail of the night. He was going to tell her about Blaine's soft curly hair, about his amazing voice, his amazing smile, and his amazing kisses. Now, he thinks he wants to keep this feeling of wonder to himself, at least for the time being. Not that he wants to hide Blaine or his excitement, but the little ball of hope that's resting in his chest tells him to keep this personal for now. If he keeps the entire story to himself, it might mean a little more later.
"His name is Blaine, and he's um, I don't know. He's really nice. We cuddled."
He hears her still grinning through the phone. "...And?"
"And what?"
"Is he ugly? Come on, Hummel, give me the details!"
Kurt sighs and spreads his free hand across his bed comforter, wanting to puke happiness all over his room. "No, he's very cute, hot even. He was just playing guitar around the fire, and I was sitting by Robin, and then he started singing 'Teenage Dream', and his voice... It's amazing. Then we sang 'Blackbird' together, and Merrrceedeeess..."
"So, you're telling me you guys sang together, he slept in the same bed as you, and he didn't try anything? Why not? What's wrong with this guy?"
Kurt remembers now that Robin said he'd just got out of a bad relationship a few months prior. That wouldn't have any influence on him now, though, would it?
"I don't know. Maybe, he's a gentleman. He's a really good kisser."
"Are you going to have sex with him?"
"Mercedes! I'm just calling to tell you that I had a great night and cuddled with someone. I don't even know his last name, and crap! I hope Robin gives him my number. That girl better not keep me from my cuddle buddy, so help me god. Mercedes, tomorrow afternoon, we're going shopping."
She agrees to go shopping tomorrow for Kurt to get a new outfit to wear next time he possibly meets Blaine, but she's a little skeptical about this guy. However, whenever Kurt said his name throughout the conversation, she could almost see Kurt's eyes light up. It's a new change for her boy, so maybe she'll just have to meet this kid and give him a hard time.
~*~
It isn't until Monday after school that Kurt gets his first text from Blaine.
Hey, this is Blaine! Robin gave me your number, I hope you don't mind. How are you?
Kurt has to read the text he's about to send Blaine three times before he sends it. The way you put a smiley face is extremely important for your first text back to a stranger and can possibly change the person's feelings about you.
It's a proven fact, at least in Kurt's head.
:) - A colon with a parenthesis after it means you're nice or full of hate, depending on the situation.
(: - This means you're playful, because you put the parenthesis in the unconventional way, but you could also be annoying for doing so.
=) - This means you're in a good mood, and you're probably cool, but maybe not.
(= - This means you're either a douche or really nice, you could also be fun and carefree, but who knows...
:D - This shouldn't be used for a first text, unless you already feel comfortable with the person. It has too much excitement.
;D - Flirtatious, yet, still too much excitement.
:P - Flirty; can be good at the end of a text to show you like this person or to show that you're in a good mood and maybe you just told a joke or are bored with the regular smiley face.
=P - You're just being friendly, or you aren't a fan of the colon, but you want to seem fun.
[: - The super scene kid way to make a smiley. Avoid at all costs, unless the other person does it first.
:] - Same as above, only less cute.
Or maybe none of this is true, and Kurt's just over thinking things.
Hi! No, I don't mind at all. I was actually hoping you'd text, ha. I just got home from school, all is well now. How are you? =)
Kurt drops his messenger bag by the front door, checking his phone to see if Blaine's texted him back yet. It's been fifteen minutes. The obvious conclusion is that Kurt chose the wrong smiley face to use and Blaine will never text him back ever again. He's messed this potential relationship up in one swift text.
He re-reads his text three more times to make sure it didn't scream "I LIKE YOU" too badly. Maybe it did. It doesn't matter that they held each other for hours, made out, and told each other that they like kissing each other. If Blaine thinks for one second that Kurt likes him, all this could go downhill. Obviously.
An hour goes by, and Kurt's thoughts have transitioned from "I'm so scared, I messed up, I hope he texts back" to "oh, to hell with him then. He's the one that got a hold of me and wanted to hang out. I was just being friendly. Fine, don't text back".
At 4 PM, Kurt's finished his homework, and he's about to lie down for a nap to forget about his current frustration, but then his phone vibrates. He stares down at his phone for a few moments before excitedly opening the text to read.
Whoa, I'm so sorry. We had an emergency glee club practice, and we're not allowed to use our phones during it, because our council's insane. Sorry. I didn't thi
He waits a minute for the second text.
nk it'd take that long. I'm fine, just a bit flustered over practice. Hah.
Kurt would fall onto his bed if he wasn't already under the covers. Blaine's in glee club, too? They have a council? He decides to ask him what the problem at practice was and to tell him that he didn't know he was in a glee club.
I didn't tell you Friday? Must have been distracted by your cuddling. :P Yessir! We're an a cappella group. I don't think I'm allowed to tell you why practice w
...Waiting...
as hard though, Robin says you guys are competition. =P
A gasping, excited laugh escapes the boy flinging out of his bed to go on his laptop and find YouTube videos of Blaine singing. It's not stalking if you can easily find it on the internet. It's not considered weird and creepy unless someone is around to tell you that it is.
The first thing that pops up is a live concert video with the choir covering "Hey, Soul Sister". He doesn't even need to lean closer to the screen to know that Blaine is the one singing lead. He's incredible, the Warblers--that's what they're called--are incredible.
Rachel once said that the reason Kurt doesn't have a boyfriend is because he doesn't know how to flirt through texting. He's quite sure that him being the only out gay guy at McKinley is also a huge reason to do with it, but now that he has someone to flirt with, well, why not take a risk?
Aw, dang, you caught me. The only reason I kissed you on Friday was to try to get the inside scoop. :P
Blaine texts back at lightning speed. Oh, really? Then what's going to be your reason for kissing me this Friday?
Is Robin having another bonfire?
Yes. What's going to be your reason?
Not telling. Guess you'll just have to find out. Nap time now, Blaine. Wish me well as I journey into dreamland?
I hope I make an appearance. <3
He thinks about what to text back for a couple minutes, but all he can come up with is a lame way to say "you already are there". If there's one thing Kurt's Hummel learned throughout the years, it's that all good things seem to come to an end. If what he's started with Blaine will eventually end, then let it take a hell of a long time to get there.
~*~
The bonfire ends up getting moved to Saturday, because now that Robin's brother's home for the weekend from college, they're going to have an even bigger party. Kurt and Finn have to share Kurt's car this weekend, because Carole needed the car Finn usually drives to go visit with her sister, so he drops Kurt off at Robin's a little early before heading over to Puck's for a bro night.
There aren't many cars there yet when Kurt gets there a little after 8 PM, and when he texts Robin to let her know he's here, she tells him to just walk in the house. Only the light from the kitchen is on, but when he turns the corner, he hears a few voices coming from downstairs.
When he gets to the bottom stair, he starts walking towards the couches and immediately sees Jeff and Blaine at the ping pong table, failing terribly at keeping the ping pong ball up in the air.
"Christ, Blaine! I was made to play ping pong, and you're ruining my mad skill! I need a new opponent."
Kurt smirks and walks over to them, clasping his hands behind his back innocently. "I believe you're looking for a new opponent?"
Jeff snaps his head around and stares at Kurt for a moment before grinning. "Guy from last weekend! Be my opponent!"
Looking over at Blaine, Kurt can tell he's displeased that Jeff didn't use his real name. He's wearing a dark blue t-shirt this time, but the sleeves squeeze nicely at his biceps, and as long as he gets to see that, Kurt really doesn't care what Blaine's friend or anyone here calls him.
Before Kurt and Jeff can play a game, Blaine has to hand his paddle over to Kurt, and he uses this opportunity to walk over to the boy to give him a hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made it."
The hug lasts a little longer than a normal hug, but neither boy seems to mind. Jeff watches them and just sighs. "Never mind. I'd suddenly rather throw up than play table tennis one more time."
Blaine looks over at him and laughs, his body still pressed close to Kurt's and his hand still on the small of his back. "What's wrong with hugging? Why don't you go find your boyfriend and hug him. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Hugging's for squares. Nick and I are triangles," Jeff states, walking away towards the door leading to the backyard where the drinks are kept in the cooler.
Kurt smiles and pulls away from Blaine, even though he'd really prefer not to. "Hi. What's up?"
Blaine shrugs, giving Kurt a look that makes him feel happily ready to burst. "Want something to drink?" Kurt nods, and then he lets Blaine lead him back up the stairs to the kitchen to mix drinks on the counter.
"I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like beer tonight. Are you sleeping over?"
Kurt tries hard not to laugh, but is Blaine serious? Like Kurt would really miss out on being with Blaine again tonight? Never.
"Only if you get me drunk," Kurt teases, stepping closer to Blaine as he watches him mix vodka with cranberry juice and Sprite. "Is that going to be good?"
Blaine raises an eyebrow and leans closer to him, handing Kurt his new mixed drink. "Try it."
Kurt looks at him suspiciously for a moment before putting the red plastic cup up to his lips and taking a sip. It doesn't even taste like alcohol, just like slightly sour juice and a sweet taste of Sprite. "How much did you put in?"
He watches Blaine mix himself the same drink and then put the bottles away before coming back to him by the counter. "A lot, but you'll need more later."
"Why, sir?"
Blaine smirks and leans into him again, seeming to like putting his hand on Kurt's lower back a lot. "Well, I want you to stay, and if I can only do that by getting you shwasted, then so be it."
Kurt daringly leans into him and smiles back, staring at Blaine before he has to nervously look away. "There are other ways, Mr. Anderson. How rude of you to plot out loud about taking advantage of me tonight."
For a moment, Kurt regrets saying that, because the innocent and shocked look in Blaine's eyes tells him that he didn't mean to sound like he wanted Kurt to stay for those reasons. It's kind of cute. He decides to make Blaine feel better by kissing his cheek quickly. "I'm kidding, come on, let's go join the party before more people show up."
However, Blaine grabs his hand before he can move away from the counter. "Want to go for a walk first?"
It's sweet of you to think that you even need to ask...
They wait until they've finished their drinks, because they don't want to be walking around Robin's neighborhood with alcoholic beverages in hand. No, they'll just walk around drunk instead.
They start the walk off in silence, and then gradually as they feel the effects of the alcohol in their systems, they decide walking is a waste of time. They just want to be close.
Blaine grabs Kurt's hand and leads him through backyards, saying he knows the subdivision well. They spot a wooden playset in someone's yard and decide to climb up the slide to squeeze inside. There would definitely be a lot more leg room if they were both eight years old.
Kurt backs himself into the corner to hide if anyone suddenly comes outside. "Do you think we'll get in trouble?"
Blaine laughs quietly and leans his arm against Kurt's, quickly resting his head on his shoulder. "No. The universe wouldn't allow it."
"Why not?"
"Because it wants me to sleep uninterrupted on your shoulder."
Kurt turns his head slightly only to see Blaine's soft mass of curls on his shoulder, and then he feels Blaine's hand reaching for his in partial darkness.
"When you were little, why did you think the sky was blue?" Kurt asks, trying not to get too happy about Blaine's thumb rubbing over his knuckles. It'll probably happen a lot tonight, so he really needs to stop smiling or his face will undoubtedly hurt in the morning.
"Hm?"
"The sky."
Blaine lifts his head off Kurt's shoulder and turns to look at him. "Well, blue was my favorite color when I was little, so I thought that it was painted that way just for me." He laughs after a pause. "Man, I forgot about that. Why'd you just ask me that?"
It's Kurt's turn to look over at him. "Because you shouldn't forget the mysterious workings of your younger self."
Blaine laughs slightly, but Kurt notices his smile's fading. "I don't know. I'm not a huge fan of my past."
This is when Kurt remembers Robin talking about Blaine's last relationship. He's not sure if it's a good idea to bring it up, but maybe because they've been drinking, it'd be okay. Blaine shouldn't even know that he knows this, anyway.
He starts simple. "Why's that?"
Blaine sighs and stops rubbing his thumb over Kurt's hand, but still keeps holding it. "Well, the first nine years of my life were decent, I don't really remember, but the next few went slightly downhill, and then the last five, if you can relate, were shitty. I don't know. Last year was probably the worst, but that was mostly my fault."
Kurt bites his lip. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened last year?"
Blaine shrugs. "No, I mean, it's not that bad. I was just in a bad relationship, it's nothing."
"Okay."
He sighs. "Sorry, I just, it wasn't good. I don't want to give you a bad impression without getting to know me first."
It's Kurt's turn to rub his thumb over Blaine's hand. "You can't possibly make me feel anything bad about you, but it's all right, anyway. You don't have to talk about it."
A minute in silence goes by with just Kurt's thumb rubbing over Blaine's. "Your fingers are cold," Blaine says softly. "Wanna go back?"
----
When they get in the house, Kurt could feel that the entire walk back that Blaine was thinking about his ex. It makes him feel uneasy. He doesn't want his cuddle buddy to be sad or to be thinking about terrible ex's. They go out to the fire to see Robin playing the tambourine and Jeff drunkenly playing the guitar with his boyfriend sitting next to him.
"There Nick was just a walkin' down the street singing, 'Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do'! ...He looked good (looked good), he looked fine (looked fine).
He looked good, he looked fine, and I nearly lost my mind!"
They sit down by the fire, and when they do, Jeff immediately stops playing. "Blaine Anderson, where were you? I've been bored out of my mind sitting by all these chums."
Blaine smiles and makes sure his leg is touching Kurt's on the grass. "We went for a walk."
Jeff glares over at Kurt. He's about to say something most likely offensive, but Blaine gives him a death glare, so he decides to just go back to singing and playing the guitar.
They spend another half hour by the bonfire, each boy with a new mixed drink in hand, and by 11 PM, Kurt has reached his goal. He's forgotten about the silent walk with Blaine, and he feels good.
Everyone around the fire seems to be unaware of how close Kurt and Blaine are, or maybe they're all just really great at not cock-blocking. Kurt's just glad that they aren't watching him poke at Blaine's chest. It just looks pokeable.
"Stop poking at me! I'm squishy..."
Kurt giggles and drunkenly rests his head on Blaine's chest, not caring that everyone can see him being affectionate. He really likes Blaine, why not show it?
"You are most definitely not squishy." He lifts his chin up to kiss Blaine's jawline in what he thinks would be considered seductively. "Even if you were, I'd still want to kiss you..." His hand drifts down to Blaine's thigh, but this time, Blaine stops the acts of seductiveness all together.
He smiles hesitantly and gently lifts Kurt's hand off him. "Hey, want something to eat? We should have bread or something, so we don't feel too hungover tomorrow..."
Kurt looks away from him, taking the hint. "Um, no. I'm all right, thanks. Sorry."
"No, it's okay," Blaine says quickly, looking into the fire to avoid looking at anyone. He feels bad now but doesn't want to say anything else.
He decides to reflect on the reasons why he didn't want Kurt touching him there right now. It's not like his friends would care, hell, Jeff would encourage it. Really, there's only one reason. That reason is named Scott.
He looks over at Kurt and notices that he looks a little uncomfortable now. He intends to make it better.
Blaine is offered the guitar once or twice from Jeff, but he declines the opportunity in order to wrap his arm around Kurt. "Hey," he says quietly, leaning his mouth towards Kurt's ear. "Just not here, okay?" He puts his hand further down Kurt's back and lets his fingertips rest just above Kurt's ass.
Kurt suddenly feels like his entire body is blushing; his back aching to lean into Blaine's touch, but he won't allow himself to show any signs of pleasure in front of a bunch of people he doesn't know all too well. He doesn't even know Blaine all that well, so why is he dying to get close with him all of the sudden? Has he convinced himself in the span of a week that he really likes this guy? Or is it real?
He gives in to the arm wrapped around him and leans his head on Blaine's shoulder lightly. "I'm tired," he whispers, hoping Blaine can hear him.
There's enough happening around the bonfire for no one to take note of their absence. It would be a good idea to find someplace to sleep before all the beds are taken. Maybe, it's bed time now. Or maybe it's just time to find a bed.
"I'm tired, too, wanna go in?" Blaine whispers back, rubbing his hand over Kurt's arm.
Kurt can't help but smirk softly at the situation he feels himself getting into, but when he stands up with Blaine to leave the fire, he can't bring himself to look over at Robin. He told her before that he'd never do anything in her house, but now? Drunk Kurt has an agenda.
They decide to stay in the guest bedroom tonight, because Robin's brother's home and will most likely not appreciate walking in on two guys making out on his bed. It's just a theory.
Before tonight, Kurt would normally be under the covers in a heart beat, waiting to see what Blaine would do, but tonight, he feels like he's already been in this situation before with Blaine, so he's not scared. He wants to go further than just making out with a boy. He wants to be able to relate to his girl friends when they talk about almost having sex. He wants it.
However, he sits on the bed, waiting for Blaine to make the first move. Blaine had moved his hand from his thigh earlier, so he'll just let him decide what to do first. Blaine says they should get under the covers, so they do.
"I don't know what it is about kissing you, but it turns me on more than it has with anyone else."
Kurt lets their faces get close, smiling as Blaine tells this to him. It's the best thing he's ever heard from a boy. "You just turn me on in general, but I guess kissing you definitely does leave me breathless, as lame as that sounds."
Blaine smirks and shakes his head, not regretting anymore about coming up to bed early. He lets his hand slide down Kurt's side and rest daringly close to his crotch. "I bet there are other things I can do with my lips that would leave you even more breathless..."
You did not just say that.
Kurt's breath hitches as he feels Blaine's hand rubbing over his zipper. "I-I bet you could..."
"Want me to?"
Decision time. You are drunk. This feels good. He's acting like he wants to. But you don't know him. But you like him. What if he goes away after this? This isn't how it should be. But it feels good.
"Blaine?"
He can hear the uncertainty in Kurt's voice, the lack of the lust that Blaine wants him to be feeling right now. Kurt's definitely a virgin. To everything.
"Here, just kiss me."
They both lie down on the bed completely, but after a few minutes of gentle kisses, Kurt wants to revisit the place Blaine had his hand. He really wishes he'd make up his mind about how far he wants to go tonight, but he just wants to get to know Blaine before making himself feel too vulnerable.
Blaine's slightly surprised when he feels Kurt's hand sliding up his shirt, feeling him map out his torso with his long, slender fingers. "Do you want me to take this off?"
Kurt bites his lip and looks innocently at Blaine, nodding his head as he starts smiling mischievously. He's never had anyone take their shirt off for just him.
He feels like a creep for thinking it, but Blaine's abs are delicious. Kurt never knew how much he appreciated happy trails until now. In this moment, he thinks back to the first time he saw Blaine at the bonfire last weekend. He never would have guessed in a million years that the boy that was singing "Teenage Dream" would be kissing him for a second time on a bed with his shirt off.
Okay, so maybe he could have guessed it sooner than a million years, but still.
They start making out harder, Blaine getting on top of him to press their bodies closer together. Kurt doesn't even realize he's doing it, but he wraps his legs around Blaine's waist and presses himself up on him. It just feels right and like something he needs to do to get closer to him. Blaine lets out a soft moan as he starts grinding their hips together then, and it's the best sound Kurt's ever heard. Truth be told, he might even prefer this over Blaine's singing voice.
However, before they go any further, Kurt should tell him that they will not be going any further tonight. In theory, anyway.
"Blaine, I don't want to take my pants off tonight." He says it bluntly, so Blaine will understand even as he's grinding into him and possibly wanting more. He says tonight, so there's room for indication for the future.
Surprisingly, Blaine just nods and says "alright, cool", but keeps going. Kurt wonders if he heard him correctly.
He puts a hand on the back of Blaine's neck to pull his ear towards him. "No, I said I don't."
Blaine smirks and brings his head up, stopping his movements to look Kurt in the eyes. "I know, I was listening." He puts a hand on Kurt's cheek and smiles softer. "I'm not ever going to take advantage of you, okay? Tonight's just us."
You should really refrain from saying that last word, Blaine. Don't say 'us' unless you mean it how I want you to potentially mean it.
They kiss for almost two more hours, taking breaks to let their hands roam above the waist and to bond over their similar smiles and quiet laughter. It really shouldn't be this easy to connect with someone this great, Kurt thinks.
----
In the morning, Kurt wakes up with a slight hangover, but when he feels Blaine's arm wrapped around him, he knows he could careless about his headache. Blaine wakes up almost a minute later and turns his head to smile at Kurt after he yawns.
"Morning," Blaine says tiredly, smiling just a bit more when Kurt leans his head down to kiss Blaine's chest just because he can.
"Pancake time?" Kurt asks sweetly, taking his phone out of his pocket to see that it's almost ten.
They go downstairs, Blaine not forgetting to put his shirt on before he does so. Robin and Jeff are making strawberry and blueberry pancakes, and Kurt now realizes he's living a dream, complete with cute boys that give nice kisses and freaking awesome pancakes for breakfast. Nothing is better.
Kurt and Blaine sit down at the kitchen table after they say good morning to the other two. Blaine doesn't look over at him like Kurt thinks he should right now, but instead just gets up and grabs Kurt and himself a glass of water.
"Thanks," Kurt says quietly. He wonders why Blaine's not looking at him now. He has a bad feeling about it, but he's really hoping it's just his insecurities shedding a negative light over otherwise happy things. He's just not sure, though. He just really wants Blaine's arm around him, even though it would be hard to cut up pancakes with one hand.
Robin and Jeff don't ask them any questions, and for once, Kurt's glad to know that this group of friends is just used to hook-ups. If it was New Directions at the table, all hell would break loose.
Small talk fuels the conversation at the kitchen table, a few more kids coming up for breakfast as the hour goes by. Around eleven, Kurt knows he should be getting home soon, so he calls Finn to pick him up.
"Dude, Kurt, I can't come get you. I'm not at Puck's. I'm like two hours away, I will not be there any time soon."
"Where did you go last night!?"
"A mansion party."
"What the hell, Finn? Are you kidding me?"
Blaine overhears the conversation when Kurt's voice raises and comes over to him. "Hey, I can take you home."
Kurt sighs and says his thanks to Blaine. "Never mind, Finn. I got a ride. Don't take my car to a mansion next time without telling me first."
He hangs up and looks over at Blaine. "Yeah, is it cool if we leave soon? I have to go to work in an hour."
----
They go through a drive-thru Starbucks before heading towards Kurt's house. Blaine says he wanted to get coffee with Kurt, but since there isn't any time today, drive-thru will have to do. Kurt's just happy that Blaine's in a better mood than he was an hour ago. He was too quiet.
"Thinking of You" by Katy Perry starts playing, and Kurt can't help but laugh. "Wow, they really weren't kidding about your obsession with her."
Blaine rolls his eyes and smiles softly, but it quickly fades. Kurt decides to ask him about his last relationship finally.
"So, um, how many people have you dated before?"
The smile stays faded. "One. You?"
"None."
"Ah, well, you said Lima sucks, right?"
"Yeah, it does."
Blaine nods. "You would have had tons of boyfriends otherwise."
Kurt smiles softly, but tries to stay on point. "Why only one with you? What happened?"
Blaine takes a moment to collect his thoughts and to change the CD to the radio instead. "He cheated on me, more than once. We were going out for over a year when he had to go off to college, but I used to drive two hours up north to go see him almost every weekend. ...All we were was sex. I thought it was more, but apparently not. I haven't talked to him in eight months. I don't know."
He gives Kurt a soft smile, but he can tell it's forced. "Oh, wow. Blaine, I'm really sorry." He wonders how anyone could ever cheat on Blaine, someone that seems so sweet and is so beautiful. "...I didn't know that. You deserve--"
He interrupts Kurt with a shake of his head. "No, it's okay. I learned from my mistakes. It's done now."
Kurt doesn't like the way this conversation is headed, even though Blaine's words make it seem like he's over it. He's definitely not. Kurt also doesn't like how they've already somehow pulled onto his street. He has to get out of Blaine's car soon without having any closure.
He decides to force out what he's thinking to him. "I know this is coming at a bad time, but I think I really like you, and just so you know, like..." He drifts off when he sees the uncomfortable look Blaine's giving him.
"Kurt, I know. I really like you, too."
Blaine stops up at Kurt's driveway and puts the car in park. He turns to look at him a little sadly. "I really like you, Kurt. I'm not saying I just want to be friends, and I'm not saying I just want us to have benefits, either. I mean, I want both, which would almost equal a relationship, I'm just not ready for one right now. Not one that would actually mean something to me, and I know I like you, so I don't want to ruin anything. I'm just not ready to be so close, I guess. ...I'm really sorry that I'm saying this to you, please, don't take it in a bad way. Please."
Kurt nods, secretly taking it in the worst way possible, and opens the car door slowly. He's still looking at Blaine, but his head is already a million miles away, thinking about everything he shouldn't have said yet to him. He just felt like he could tell him anything.
"Well, when you're ready to talk, or maybe not even to talk... Just call me if you ever want to hang out. I'd appreciate it."
"I will."
The car leaves his driveway slowly, and Kurt walks as quickly into his house as possible.
Part 3
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I'm so sorry that I took forever to update this! I literally spent every moment I could re-writing parts and figuring out the entire story. This chapter was a little angstier than I intended, but I can't help it, you guys. That blow-job almost happened, but then I was reminded of my decided PG-13 for this story.
This will be fluffy again, don't you worry. Sorry if there are more grammar mistakes than usual, but I literally have to clock into work in less than six minutes, and I still have to drive there and blablabla. Bye! (Next chapter will be up sooner, hopefully! Probably around this same time of day. 5PM EST)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 6,031
Summary: Kurt goes to a friend's bonfire in his senior year of high school. There, he meets a boy named Blaine, and it's the first time he ever gets to cuddle in bed with a boy, but that's all that happens. They seem to get a long really well, and without meaning to, Kurt has a nice and nerve wrecking idea forming: he thinks he might really like Blaine.
Warnings: slight future!fic AU, an OC, underage drinking, slight angst, concentrated fluff, sexual situations
Author's Notes: Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.
Blaine wakes up that morning a little after ten when he gets a text from Robin saying "Pancakes are done, gurlz and boyz".
This is the usual routine. Robin has bonfires on Friday or Saturday, and then around ten in the morning the next day, she'll make pancakes for whoever spent the night. Her parents don't really care what happens, as long as people pick up after themselves and don't drive home drunk. It all works out.
When he rolls towards the middle of the bed, Blaine suddenly remembers that last night he was accompanied in this bed by a cute boy: Kurt. A really cute boy named Kurt with a beautiful singing voice, nice lips, and smooth feet. He hopes he's downstairs in the kitchen with everyone else, otherwise, he's thinking that he might have just imagined the whole thing. No one's ever been that nice and pleasant to be around since, well... Never. Or maybe at one time, a certain person was amazing, but that's no longer the case.
He goes downstairs and can already hear his friends' laughter coming from the kitchen. It's too early for laughter, Blaine thinks. Unless Kurt's down here.
A tall blond boy lazily walks over to hug Blaine as he enters the kitchen. He's dressed in only his dark red boxers, but Blaine's used to Jeff hugging him when Jeff's drunk and naked, so this is a little more acceptable.
"You were with that cute guy last night. Anything happen, Blaine?"
Blaine smirks and shakes his head, twisting himself out of Jeff's grip to go sit down at the table with his other friends.
"You guys, Blaine didn't get any last night! This is an OUTRAGE!"
"Jeff, shut up. Blaine..." Robin looks over at him and slides the plate of pancakes over to him. "Kurt's too much of a lady to do anything in my beds, unlike the rest of you. I like him lots now."
Jeff scoffs. "Yeah, okay. Hey, Blaine, is Kurt a lady? How far'd you get?"
"Jeff, shut up!"
"Robin, as his best friend and fellow Warbler, it's my civic duty to ask these questions."
Blaine just stares at the pancakes. He tries to remember all the things Kurt said to him last night, how he said them, and most importantly, he's trying to remember his smile. Yes, Blaine Anderson is a romantic.
"When did he leave?" Blaine asks, looking over at Robin, trying not to hint at the tiny disappointment he's feeling right now.
Robin smiles and hands him the maple syrup. "Around nine. Don't worry, I have his number. You can text him. You should, anyway, Kurt's a great guy. Remember great guys, Blaine?"
Yeah, about that...
~*~
Kurt couldn't tell Mercedes Saturday morning about Blaine, because when he got home that morning, Burt wanted him at the shop to help him with a client's car. He wanted to be able to spend hours on the phone talking about his Friday night, not just a couple minutes.
"Hi, how was last night at Artie's?" Kurt says calmly over the phone Saturday evening, knowing it's polite to ask Mercedes how her night was before he lets out the big news.
She sounds tired and bored. "Oh, you know, the usual... Sam doing impressions, and him, Artie, and Mike playing video games. I forced Tina and Quinn to come over, because Rachel was on her date with Finn. How was that bonfire?"
Kurt can feel his body ready to burst with excitement. "Oh, it was fine, Robin's friends are really nice... I met someone."
He hears Mercedes drop the phone and then pick it back up. "Kurt, you did not. Who's this guy? What's his name? Is he cute?"
Before he picked up his phone to call, he anticipated telling her every little detail of the night. He was going to tell her about Blaine's soft curly hair, about his amazing voice, his amazing smile, and his amazing kisses. Now, he thinks he wants to keep this feeling of wonder to himself, at least for the time being. Not that he wants to hide Blaine or his excitement, but the little ball of hope that's resting in his chest tells him to keep this personal for now. If he keeps the entire story to himself, it might mean a little more later.
"His name is Blaine, and he's um, I don't know. He's really nice. We cuddled."
He hears her still grinning through the phone. "...And?"
"And what?"
"Is he ugly? Come on, Hummel, give me the details!"
Kurt sighs and spreads his free hand across his bed comforter, wanting to puke happiness all over his room. "No, he's very cute, hot even. He was just playing guitar around the fire, and I was sitting by Robin, and then he started singing 'Teenage Dream', and his voice... It's amazing. Then we sang 'Blackbird' together, and Merrrceedeeess..."
"So, you're telling me you guys sang together, he slept in the same bed as you, and he didn't try anything? Why not? What's wrong with this guy?"
Kurt remembers now that Robin said he'd just got out of a bad relationship a few months prior. That wouldn't have any influence on him now, though, would it?
"I don't know. Maybe, he's a gentleman. He's a really good kisser."
"Are you going to have sex with him?"
"Mercedes! I'm just calling to tell you that I had a great night and cuddled with someone. I don't even know his last name, and crap! I hope Robin gives him my number. That girl better not keep me from my cuddle buddy, so help me god. Mercedes, tomorrow afternoon, we're going shopping."
She agrees to go shopping tomorrow for Kurt to get a new outfit to wear next time he possibly meets Blaine, but she's a little skeptical about this guy. However, whenever Kurt said his name throughout the conversation, she could almost see Kurt's eyes light up. It's a new change for her boy, so maybe she'll just have to meet this kid and give him a hard time.
~*~
It isn't until Monday after school that Kurt gets his first text from Blaine.
Hey, this is Blaine! Robin gave me your number, I hope you don't mind. How are you?
Kurt has to read the text he's about to send Blaine three times before he sends it. The way you put a smiley face is extremely important for your first text back to a stranger and can possibly change the person's feelings about you.
It's a proven fact, at least in Kurt's head.
:) - A colon with a parenthesis after it means you're nice or full of hate, depending on the situation.
(: - This means you're playful, because you put the parenthesis in the unconventional way, but you could also be annoying for doing so.
=) - This means you're in a good mood, and you're probably cool, but maybe not.
(= - This means you're either a douche or really nice, you could also be fun and carefree, but who knows...
:D - This shouldn't be used for a first text, unless you already feel comfortable with the person. It has too much excitement.
;D - Flirtatious, yet, still too much excitement.
:P - Flirty; can be good at the end of a text to show you like this person or to show that you're in a good mood and maybe you just told a joke or are bored with the regular smiley face.
=P - You're just being friendly, or you aren't a fan of the colon, but you want to seem fun.
[: - The super scene kid way to make a smiley. Avoid at all costs, unless the other person does it first.
:] - Same as above, only less cute.
Or maybe none of this is true, and Kurt's just over thinking things.
Hi! No, I don't mind at all. I was actually hoping you'd text, ha. I just got home from school, all is well now. How are you? =)
Kurt drops his messenger bag by the front door, checking his phone to see if Blaine's texted him back yet. It's been fifteen minutes. The obvious conclusion is that Kurt chose the wrong smiley face to use and Blaine will never text him back ever again. He's messed this potential relationship up in one swift text.
He re-reads his text three more times to make sure it didn't scream "I LIKE YOU" too badly. Maybe it did. It doesn't matter that they held each other for hours, made out, and told each other that they like kissing each other. If Blaine thinks for one second that Kurt likes him, all this could go downhill. Obviously.
An hour goes by, and Kurt's thoughts have transitioned from "I'm so scared, I messed up, I hope he texts back" to "oh, to hell with him then. He's the one that got a hold of me and wanted to hang out. I was just being friendly. Fine, don't text back".
At 4 PM, Kurt's finished his homework, and he's about to lie down for a nap to forget about his current frustration, but then his phone vibrates. He stares down at his phone for a few moments before excitedly opening the text to read.
Whoa, I'm so sorry. We had an emergency glee club practice, and we're not allowed to use our phones during it, because our council's insane. Sorry. I didn't thi
He waits a minute for the second text.
nk it'd take that long. I'm fine, just a bit flustered over practice. Hah.
Kurt would fall onto his bed if he wasn't already under the covers. Blaine's in glee club, too? They have a council? He decides to ask him what the problem at practice was and to tell him that he didn't know he was in a glee club.
I didn't tell you Friday? Must have been distracted by your cuddling. :P Yessir! We're an a cappella group. I don't think I'm allowed to tell you why practice w
...Waiting...
as hard though, Robin says you guys are competition. =P
A gasping, excited laugh escapes the boy flinging out of his bed to go on his laptop and find YouTube videos of Blaine singing. It's not stalking if you can easily find it on the internet. It's not considered weird and creepy unless someone is around to tell you that it is.
The first thing that pops up is a live concert video with the choir covering "Hey, Soul Sister". He doesn't even need to lean closer to the screen to know that Blaine is the one singing lead. He's incredible, the Warblers--that's what they're called--are incredible.
Rachel once said that the reason Kurt doesn't have a boyfriend is because he doesn't know how to flirt through texting. He's quite sure that him being the only out gay guy at McKinley is also a huge reason to do with it, but now that he has someone to flirt with, well, why not take a risk?
Aw, dang, you caught me. The only reason I kissed you on Friday was to try to get the inside scoop. :P
Blaine texts back at lightning speed. Oh, really? Then what's going to be your reason for kissing me this Friday?
Is Robin having another bonfire?
Yes. What's going to be your reason?
Not telling. Guess you'll just have to find out. Nap time now, Blaine. Wish me well as I journey into dreamland?
I hope I make an appearance. <3
He thinks about what to text back for a couple minutes, but all he can come up with is a lame way to say "you already are there". If there's one thing Kurt's Hummel learned throughout the years, it's that all good things seem to come to an end. If what he's started with Blaine will eventually end, then let it take a hell of a long time to get there.
~*~
The bonfire ends up getting moved to Saturday, because now that Robin's brother's home for the weekend from college, they're going to have an even bigger party. Kurt and Finn have to share Kurt's car this weekend, because Carole needed the car Finn usually drives to go visit with her sister, so he drops Kurt off at Robin's a little early before heading over to Puck's for a bro night.
There aren't many cars there yet when Kurt gets there a little after 8 PM, and when he texts Robin to let her know he's here, she tells him to just walk in the house. Only the light from the kitchen is on, but when he turns the corner, he hears a few voices coming from downstairs.
When he gets to the bottom stair, he starts walking towards the couches and immediately sees Jeff and Blaine at the ping pong table, failing terribly at keeping the ping pong ball up in the air.
"Christ, Blaine! I was made to play ping pong, and you're ruining my mad skill! I need a new opponent."
Kurt smirks and walks over to them, clasping his hands behind his back innocently. "I believe you're looking for a new opponent?"
Jeff snaps his head around and stares at Kurt for a moment before grinning. "Guy from last weekend! Be my opponent!"
Looking over at Blaine, Kurt can tell he's displeased that Jeff didn't use his real name. He's wearing a dark blue t-shirt this time, but the sleeves squeeze nicely at his biceps, and as long as he gets to see that, Kurt really doesn't care what Blaine's friend or anyone here calls him.
Before Kurt and Jeff can play a game, Blaine has to hand his paddle over to Kurt, and he uses this opportunity to walk over to the boy to give him a hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made it."
The hug lasts a little longer than a normal hug, but neither boy seems to mind. Jeff watches them and just sighs. "Never mind. I'd suddenly rather throw up than play table tennis one more time."
Blaine looks over at him and laughs, his body still pressed close to Kurt's and his hand still on the small of his back. "What's wrong with hugging? Why don't you go find your boyfriend and hug him. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Hugging's for squares. Nick and I are triangles," Jeff states, walking away towards the door leading to the backyard where the drinks are kept in the cooler.
Kurt smiles and pulls away from Blaine, even though he'd really prefer not to. "Hi. What's up?"
Blaine shrugs, giving Kurt a look that makes him feel happily ready to burst. "Want something to drink?" Kurt nods, and then he lets Blaine lead him back up the stairs to the kitchen to mix drinks on the counter.
"I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like beer tonight. Are you sleeping over?"
Kurt tries hard not to laugh, but is Blaine serious? Like Kurt would really miss out on being with Blaine again tonight? Never.
"Only if you get me drunk," Kurt teases, stepping closer to Blaine as he watches him mix vodka with cranberry juice and Sprite. "Is that going to be good?"
Blaine raises an eyebrow and leans closer to him, handing Kurt his new mixed drink. "Try it."
Kurt looks at him suspiciously for a moment before putting the red plastic cup up to his lips and taking a sip. It doesn't even taste like alcohol, just like slightly sour juice and a sweet taste of Sprite. "How much did you put in?"
He watches Blaine mix himself the same drink and then put the bottles away before coming back to him by the counter. "A lot, but you'll need more later."
"Why, sir?"
Blaine smirks and leans into him again, seeming to like putting his hand on Kurt's lower back a lot. "Well, I want you to stay, and if I can only do that by getting you shwasted, then so be it."
Kurt daringly leans into him and smiles back, staring at Blaine before he has to nervously look away. "There are other ways, Mr. Anderson. How rude of you to plot out loud about taking advantage of me tonight."
For a moment, Kurt regrets saying that, because the innocent and shocked look in Blaine's eyes tells him that he didn't mean to sound like he wanted Kurt to stay for those reasons. It's kind of cute. He decides to make Blaine feel better by kissing his cheek quickly. "I'm kidding, come on, let's go join the party before more people show up."
However, Blaine grabs his hand before he can move away from the counter. "Want to go for a walk first?"
It's sweet of you to think that you even need to ask...
They wait until they've finished their drinks, because they don't want to be walking around Robin's neighborhood with alcoholic beverages in hand. No, they'll just walk around drunk instead.
They start the walk off in silence, and then gradually as they feel the effects of the alcohol in their systems, they decide walking is a waste of time. They just want to be close.
Blaine grabs Kurt's hand and leads him through backyards, saying he knows the subdivision well. They spot a wooden playset in someone's yard and decide to climb up the slide to squeeze inside. There would definitely be a lot more leg room if they were both eight years old.
Kurt backs himself into the corner to hide if anyone suddenly comes outside. "Do you think we'll get in trouble?"
Blaine laughs quietly and leans his arm against Kurt's, quickly resting his head on his shoulder. "No. The universe wouldn't allow it."
"Why not?"
"Because it wants me to sleep uninterrupted on your shoulder."
Kurt turns his head slightly only to see Blaine's soft mass of curls on his shoulder, and then he feels Blaine's hand reaching for his in partial darkness.
"When you were little, why did you think the sky was blue?" Kurt asks, trying not to get too happy about Blaine's thumb rubbing over his knuckles. It'll probably happen a lot tonight, so he really needs to stop smiling or his face will undoubtedly hurt in the morning.
"Hm?"
"The sky."
Blaine lifts his head off Kurt's shoulder and turns to look at him. "Well, blue was my favorite color when I was little, so I thought that it was painted that way just for me." He laughs after a pause. "Man, I forgot about that. Why'd you just ask me that?"
It's Kurt's turn to look over at him. "Because you shouldn't forget the mysterious workings of your younger self."
Blaine laughs slightly, but Kurt notices his smile's fading. "I don't know. I'm not a huge fan of my past."
This is when Kurt remembers Robin talking about Blaine's last relationship. He's not sure if it's a good idea to bring it up, but maybe because they've been drinking, it'd be okay. Blaine shouldn't even know that he knows this, anyway.
He starts simple. "Why's that?"
Blaine sighs and stops rubbing his thumb over Kurt's hand, but still keeps holding it. "Well, the first nine years of my life were decent, I don't really remember, but the next few went slightly downhill, and then the last five, if you can relate, were shitty. I don't know. Last year was probably the worst, but that was mostly my fault."
Kurt bites his lip. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened last year?"
Blaine shrugs. "No, I mean, it's not that bad. I was just in a bad relationship, it's nothing."
"Okay."
He sighs. "Sorry, I just, it wasn't good. I don't want to give you a bad impression without getting to know me first."
It's Kurt's turn to rub his thumb over Blaine's hand. "You can't possibly make me feel anything bad about you, but it's all right, anyway. You don't have to talk about it."
A minute in silence goes by with just Kurt's thumb rubbing over Blaine's. "Your fingers are cold," Blaine says softly. "Wanna go back?"
----
When they get in the house, Kurt could feel that the entire walk back that Blaine was thinking about his ex. It makes him feel uneasy. He doesn't want his cuddle buddy to be sad or to be thinking about terrible ex's. They go out to the fire to see Robin playing the tambourine and Jeff drunkenly playing the guitar with his boyfriend sitting next to him.
"There Nick was just a walkin' down the street singing, 'Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do'! ...He looked good (looked good), he looked fine (looked fine).
He looked good, he looked fine, and I nearly lost my mind!"
They sit down by the fire, and when they do, Jeff immediately stops playing. "Blaine Anderson, where were you? I've been bored out of my mind sitting by all these chums."
Blaine smiles and makes sure his leg is touching Kurt's on the grass. "We went for a walk."
Jeff glares over at Kurt. He's about to say something most likely offensive, but Blaine gives him a death glare, so he decides to just go back to singing and playing the guitar.
They spend another half hour by the bonfire, each boy with a new mixed drink in hand, and by 11 PM, Kurt has reached his goal. He's forgotten about the silent walk with Blaine, and he feels good.
Everyone around the fire seems to be unaware of how close Kurt and Blaine are, or maybe they're all just really great at not cock-blocking. Kurt's just glad that they aren't watching him poke at Blaine's chest. It just looks pokeable.
"Stop poking at me! I'm squishy..."
Kurt giggles and drunkenly rests his head on Blaine's chest, not caring that everyone can see him being affectionate. He really likes Blaine, why not show it?
"You are most definitely not squishy." He lifts his chin up to kiss Blaine's jawline in what he thinks would be considered seductively. "Even if you were, I'd still want to kiss you..." His hand drifts down to Blaine's thigh, but this time, Blaine stops the acts of seductiveness all together.
He smiles hesitantly and gently lifts Kurt's hand off him. "Hey, want something to eat? We should have bread or something, so we don't feel too hungover tomorrow..."
Kurt looks away from him, taking the hint. "Um, no. I'm all right, thanks. Sorry."
"No, it's okay," Blaine says quickly, looking into the fire to avoid looking at anyone. He feels bad now but doesn't want to say anything else.
He decides to reflect on the reasons why he didn't want Kurt touching him there right now. It's not like his friends would care, hell, Jeff would encourage it. Really, there's only one reason. That reason is named Scott.
He looks over at Kurt and notices that he looks a little uncomfortable now. He intends to make it better.
Blaine is offered the guitar once or twice from Jeff, but he declines the opportunity in order to wrap his arm around Kurt. "Hey," he says quietly, leaning his mouth towards Kurt's ear. "Just not here, okay?" He puts his hand further down Kurt's back and lets his fingertips rest just above Kurt's ass.
Kurt suddenly feels like his entire body is blushing; his back aching to lean into Blaine's touch, but he won't allow himself to show any signs of pleasure in front of a bunch of people he doesn't know all too well. He doesn't even know Blaine all that well, so why is he dying to get close with him all of the sudden? Has he convinced himself in the span of a week that he really likes this guy? Or is it real?
He gives in to the arm wrapped around him and leans his head on Blaine's shoulder lightly. "I'm tired," he whispers, hoping Blaine can hear him.
There's enough happening around the bonfire for no one to take note of their absence. It would be a good idea to find someplace to sleep before all the beds are taken. Maybe, it's bed time now. Or maybe it's just time to find a bed.
"I'm tired, too, wanna go in?" Blaine whispers back, rubbing his hand over Kurt's arm.
Kurt can't help but smirk softly at the situation he feels himself getting into, but when he stands up with Blaine to leave the fire, he can't bring himself to look over at Robin. He told her before that he'd never do anything in her house, but now? Drunk Kurt has an agenda.
They decide to stay in the guest bedroom tonight, because Robin's brother's home and will most likely not appreciate walking in on two guys making out on his bed. It's just a theory.
Before tonight, Kurt would normally be under the covers in a heart beat, waiting to see what Blaine would do, but tonight, he feels like he's already been in this situation before with Blaine, so he's not scared. He wants to go further than just making out with a boy. He wants to be able to relate to his girl friends when they talk about almost having sex. He wants it.
However, he sits on the bed, waiting for Blaine to make the first move. Blaine had moved his hand from his thigh earlier, so he'll just let him decide what to do first. Blaine says they should get under the covers, so they do.
"I don't know what it is about kissing you, but it turns me on more than it has with anyone else."
Kurt lets their faces get close, smiling as Blaine tells this to him. It's the best thing he's ever heard from a boy. "You just turn me on in general, but I guess kissing you definitely does leave me breathless, as lame as that sounds."
Blaine smirks and shakes his head, not regretting anymore about coming up to bed early. He lets his hand slide down Kurt's side and rest daringly close to his crotch. "I bet there are other things I can do with my lips that would leave you even more breathless..."
You did not just say that.
Kurt's breath hitches as he feels Blaine's hand rubbing over his zipper. "I-I bet you could..."
"Want me to?"
Decision time. You are drunk. This feels good. He's acting like he wants to. But you don't know him. But you like him. What if he goes away after this? This isn't how it should be. But it feels good.
"Blaine?"
He can hear the uncertainty in Kurt's voice, the lack of the lust that Blaine wants him to be feeling right now. Kurt's definitely a virgin. To everything.
"Here, just kiss me."
They both lie down on the bed completely, but after a few minutes of gentle kisses, Kurt wants to revisit the place Blaine had his hand. He really wishes he'd make up his mind about how far he wants to go tonight, but he just wants to get to know Blaine before making himself feel too vulnerable.
Blaine's slightly surprised when he feels Kurt's hand sliding up his shirt, feeling him map out his torso with his long, slender fingers. "Do you want me to take this off?"
Kurt bites his lip and looks innocently at Blaine, nodding his head as he starts smiling mischievously. He's never had anyone take their shirt off for just him.
He feels like a creep for thinking it, but Blaine's abs are delicious. Kurt never knew how much he appreciated happy trails until now. In this moment, he thinks back to the first time he saw Blaine at the bonfire last weekend. He never would have guessed in a million years that the boy that was singing "Teenage Dream" would be kissing him for a second time on a bed with his shirt off.
Okay, so maybe he could have guessed it sooner than a million years, but still.
They start making out harder, Blaine getting on top of him to press their bodies closer together. Kurt doesn't even realize he's doing it, but he wraps his legs around Blaine's waist and presses himself up on him. It just feels right and like something he needs to do to get closer to him. Blaine lets out a soft moan as he starts grinding their hips together then, and it's the best sound Kurt's ever heard. Truth be told, he might even prefer this over Blaine's singing voice.
However, before they go any further, Kurt should tell him that they will not be going any further tonight. In theory, anyway.
"Blaine, I don't want to take my pants off tonight." He says it bluntly, so Blaine will understand even as he's grinding into him and possibly wanting more. He says tonight, so there's room for indication for the future.
Surprisingly, Blaine just nods and says "alright, cool", but keeps going. Kurt wonders if he heard him correctly.
He puts a hand on the back of Blaine's neck to pull his ear towards him. "No, I said I don't."
Blaine smirks and brings his head up, stopping his movements to look Kurt in the eyes. "I know, I was listening." He puts a hand on Kurt's cheek and smiles softer. "I'm not ever going to take advantage of you, okay? Tonight's just us."
You should really refrain from saying that last word, Blaine. Don't say 'us' unless you mean it how I want you to potentially mean it.
They kiss for almost two more hours, taking breaks to let their hands roam above the waist and to bond over their similar smiles and quiet laughter. It really shouldn't be this easy to connect with someone this great, Kurt thinks.
----
In the morning, Kurt wakes up with a slight hangover, but when he feels Blaine's arm wrapped around him, he knows he could careless about his headache. Blaine wakes up almost a minute later and turns his head to smile at Kurt after he yawns.
"Morning," Blaine says tiredly, smiling just a bit more when Kurt leans his head down to kiss Blaine's chest just because he can.
"Pancake time?" Kurt asks sweetly, taking his phone out of his pocket to see that it's almost ten.
They go downstairs, Blaine not forgetting to put his shirt on before he does so. Robin and Jeff are making strawberry and blueberry pancakes, and Kurt now realizes he's living a dream, complete with cute boys that give nice kisses and freaking awesome pancakes for breakfast. Nothing is better.
Kurt and Blaine sit down at the kitchen table after they say good morning to the other two. Blaine doesn't look over at him like Kurt thinks he should right now, but instead just gets up and grabs Kurt and himself a glass of water.
"Thanks," Kurt says quietly. He wonders why Blaine's not looking at him now. He has a bad feeling about it, but he's really hoping it's just his insecurities shedding a negative light over otherwise happy things. He's just not sure, though. He just really wants Blaine's arm around him, even though it would be hard to cut up pancakes with one hand.
Robin and Jeff don't ask them any questions, and for once, Kurt's glad to know that this group of friends is just used to hook-ups. If it was New Directions at the table, all hell would break loose.
Small talk fuels the conversation at the kitchen table, a few more kids coming up for breakfast as the hour goes by. Around eleven, Kurt knows he should be getting home soon, so he calls Finn to pick him up.
"Dude, Kurt, I can't come get you. I'm not at Puck's. I'm like two hours away, I will not be there any time soon."
"Where did you go last night!?"
"A mansion party."
"What the hell, Finn? Are you kidding me?"
Blaine overhears the conversation when Kurt's voice raises and comes over to him. "Hey, I can take you home."
Kurt sighs and says his thanks to Blaine. "Never mind, Finn. I got a ride. Don't take my car to a mansion next time without telling me first."
He hangs up and looks over at Blaine. "Yeah, is it cool if we leave soon? I have to go to work in an hour."
----
They go through a drive-thru Starbucks before heading towards Kurt's house. Blaine says he wanted to get coffee with Kurt, but since there isn't any time today, drive-thru will have to do. Kurt's just happy that Blaine's in a better mood than he was an hour ago. He was too quiet.
"Thinking of You" by Katy Perry starts playing, and Kurt can't help but laugh. "Wow, they really weren't kidding about your obsession with her."
Blaine rolls his eyes and smiles softly, but it quickly fades. Kurt decides to ask him about his last relationship finally.
"So, um, how many people have you dated before?"
The smile stays faded. "One. You?"
"None."
"Ah, well, you said Lima sucks, right?"
"Yeah, it does."
Blaine nods. "You would have had tons of boyfriends otherwise."
Kurt smiles softly, but tries to stay on point. "Why only one with you? What happened?"
Blaine takes a moment to collect his thoughts and to change the CD to the radio instead. "He cheated on me, more than once. We were going out for over a year when he had to go off to college, but I used to drive two hours up north to go see him almost every weekend. ...All we were was sex. I thought it was more, but apparently not. I haven't talked to him in eight months. I don't know."
He gives Kurt a soft smile, but he can tell it's forced. "Oh, wow. Blaine, I'm really sorry." He wonders how anyone could ever cheat on Blaine, someone that seems so sweet and is so beautiful. "...I didn't know that. You deserve--"
He interrupts Kurt with a shake of his head. "No, it's okay. I learned from my mistakes. It's done now."
Kurt doesn't like the way this conversation is headed, even though Blaine's words make it seem like he's over it. He's definitely not. Kurt also doesn't like how they've already somehow pulled onto his street. He has to get out of Blaine's car soon without having any closure.
He decides to force out what he's thinking to him. "I know this is coming at a bad time, but I think I really like you, and just so you know, like..." He drifts off when he sees the uncomfortable look Blaine's giving him.
"Kurt, I know. I really like you, too."
Blaine stops up at Kurt's driveway and puts the car in park. He turns to look at him a little sadly. "I really like you, Kurt. I'm not saying I just want to be friends, and I'm not saying I just want us to have benefits, either. I mean, I want both, which would almost equal a relationship, I'm just not ready for one right now. Not one that would actually mean something to me, and I know I like you, so I don't want to ruin anything. I'm just not ready to be so close, I guess. ...I'm really sorry that I'm saying this to you, please, don't take it in a bad way. Please."
Kurt nods, secretly taking it in the worst way possible, and opens the car door slowly. He's still looking at Blaine, but his head is already a million miles away, thinking about everything he shouldn't have said yet to him. He just felt like he could tell him anything.
"Well, when you're ready to talk, or maybe not even to talk... Just call me if you ever want to hang out. I'd appreciate it."
"I will."
The car leaves his driveway slowly, and Kurt walks as quickly into his house as possible.
Part 3
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I'm so sorry that I took forever to update this! I literally spent every moment I could re-writing parts and figuring out the entire story. This chapter was a little angstier than I intended, but I can't help it, you guys. That blow-job almost happened, but then I was reminded of my decided PG-13 for this story.
This will be fluffy again, don't you worry. Sorry if there are more grammar mistakes than usual, but I literally have to clock into work in less than six minutes, and I still have to drive there and blablabla. Bye! (Next chapter will be up sooner, hopefully! Probably around this same time of day. 5PM EST)