Fic: Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You 9/12
Title: Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You
Author:water_nix
Artist: tortugax
Word Count: 30 400
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Cooper, Mr. & Mrs. Anderson, Burt/Carole, minor OCs
Warnings: homophobia, mention of gaybashing and bullying, underage drinking
Summary: On the third of August in Blaine Anderson's ninth year, something momentous happens: he sees a boy crying on the beach and decides to do something about it. What he gets in return is a best friend, a confidant, an ally to help him through the ups and downs. They spend one month together every summer. One perfect month until they are old enough to escape together. Eleven Augusts and the letters in between.
Seventeen - August 2011: The Summer When They Go on the Lam
Kurt drives that summer instead of flying, and Blaine finally gets to see his sweet sixteen present - sleek, shiny black and chrome.
When Kurt swings by the Andersons' beach house Blaine is just storming out the front door. Kurt pops open the passenger door and calls him over and the anger and frustration and tension drain out of Blaine's body at the very sight of him.
“Fancy seeing you around this neck of the woods,” Kurt drawls. The smile slips from his face. “What's wrong, Blaine?”
“My father,” Blaine says simply. He knows that Kurt needs no further explanation. Kurt gives a sympathetic hum and studies him for a long moment, car engine still idling. He looks almost calculating.
“Get in, stranger,” he drawls again.
Blaine shrugs and jumps in, slamming the door and snapping on his seatbelt. “Where to?”
“Hmm... Road trip, I think.”
Blaine laughs and Kurt grins over at him. He throws him a wink before backing out of the driveway and taking off down the street.
They are ten minutes outside of town before Blaine realizes that Kurt isn't planning on stopping anytime soon and he doesn't have fresh clothes or anything else. “Kurt, we don't have an overnight bag or anything. Where are we going?”
“Wherever the wind takes us,” Kurt says dramatically and laughs. “I've got my stuff in the back. I came straight to your place.”
Blaine feels a sense of warmth wash over him. Kurt had come straight to see him. He hadn't even stopped in to say hello to his grandparents first. “Well, you may be set, but I don't even have clean underwear or a toothbrush.”
“So we buy you a toothbrush,” Kurt says with a shrug. “We can share the rest. I have plenty of clothes and everything else.”
“Did you plan this?”
“Nah. Spur of the moment. Though it is pretty ingenious if I do say so myself.” Kurt bounces a little and reaches for the radio and Blaine watches him as he fiddles with the dials until he finds an oldies station. He's so beautiful and full of life. Blaine hates that they can't be together like this every day of every year, so he sits back in his seat and takes it in and falls in love all the more with every single word and look and smile.
They're in New Hampshire before Kurt is forced to stop for fuel. “We're officially fugitives,” he says with waggle of his eyebrows. He hops out of the car to pump the gas.
~*~
The beach is familiar and safe, so they find a sparsely populated one and settle on a blanket Kurt keeps in the back of his car and begin ignoring their incoming calls and text messages.
“I'm going to have to answer my dad soon,” Kurt says, tilting down his sunglasses to show Blaine his eyes. “I told him I took a detour so he wouldn't worry, but he will anyway.”
Blaine sighs and looks out at the water. “I know. Me too, I suppose. This can't last forever.”
Kurt smiles a little and takes his hand. “I didn't say we were going back. Just that we should let them know we aren't dead. Besides, this beach may be a little rocky, but I think I like Maine.” Kurt wiggles a little and leans back on the blanket, taking Blaine's hand with him.
“Where are we going to stay?”
“I saw a hotel near the pharmacy where we bought your toothbrush.”
“So we're going to get a hotel room and just hang out here?” Blaine asks with a laugh.
Kurt shrugs. “I'm sure we can find something to amuse us.”
They do. After checking into an older hotel in the village, they find a karaoke bar that serves seafood and old fashioned milkshakes. Everything about the place is from another era, including the patrons. Blaine glances around at the crowd and the youngest person, besides Kurt and himself, looks to be in their late fifties.
Kurt excuses himself once they've finished eating. He returns ten minutes later with a thick book and a grin on his face. He plunks the book down on the table in front of Blaine and slides into the booth. “My new BFF Ethel over there said the singing starts in fifteen minutes. Thought we could pick something out and wow this crowd.” Blaine laughs at Kurt's wiggling eyebrows and flops open the unwieldy book. And, wow, the selections inside are a little on the old fashioned side as well. He figures that he shouldn't really be surprised. He certainly won't be wowing this crowd with the newest Katy Perry chart topper like he would at school.
As they shuffle up onto the tiny stage, Blaine has to hold in his laughter. The music starts up with the sounds of train whistles and he turns around and stifles a laugh against his own shoulder. Kurt makes a face at him and pokes him in the side before beginning to sing.
“Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?”
Kurt has reached the end of the first verse before Blaine has quelled his urge to giggle and turned around to join in. When they reach the finale of the song, they are met with rousing applause.
“She's gonna cry
Until I tell her that I'll never roam
So Chattanooga choo choo
Won't you choo-choo me home?”
Blaine allows himself to laugh then, while he and Kurt take bows and wave at the excited senior citizens demanding an encore. Kurt grabs the microphone and promises they'll be back to do another number in a little while.
They fall into their booth, laughing against each other. The bartender comes over and places a bottle of wine and two glasses down in front of them. “Bernice said she would like to request that you two perform Don't Be Cruel.” He motions to the bottle and does a funny little bow. “With her compliments.”
“Talk about singing for your supper,” Kurt says after the bartender walks away. Blaine studies the label on the bottle for a moment, but he knows nothing about wine. He looks up at Kurt and shrugs, then pours them both a glass.
They understand Bernice's insistence that they take to the stage again once other members of the crowd get up there and start caterwauling into the microphone. One seemingly ancient lady manages to pull off a passable Patsy Cline number, but everyone else is just terrible.
So they sing Don't Be Cruel, dedicating it to the mysterious Bernice, and continue on with some Frank Sinatra and some sultry Peggy Lee. They have the old timers eating out of their hands.
Kurt has gone up alone just as Blaine is finishing off the last of the wine. “This is for my cutie,” he says into the mic, and Blaine feels the warmth of a blush spread to the tips of his ears as Kurt starts belting out Love Me or Leave Me.
An ancient lady wearing the thickest glasses Blaine has ever seen as well as an actual shawl pulls a chair over and sits herself next to his booth. She doesn't say a word at first, just watches Kurt as he sings, a content little smile on her thin, red lips.
“Love me or leave me
Or let me be lonely
You won't believe me, but I love you only
I'd rather be lonely
Then happy with somebody else”
Her smile widens and she leans towards Blaine. “Don't you just love the old songs? They're so romantic.”
Blaine returns her smile and nods, though she isn't even looking at him, but watching as Kurt sings.
“Your wife has a very lovely singing voice,” she says.
“Um...” Blaine is too shocked and well, if he's being honest with himself, a little too drunk to try for any form of coherency. He chokes on his words. Husband, he thinks. Nothing comes out but a hysterical little giggle.
“There'll be no one
Unless that someone is you
I intend to be independently blue
I want your love
But I don't want to borrow
To have it today to give it back tomorrow
For your love is my love
There's no love for nobody else”
Kurt finishes on a spectacular note and Blaine cheers along with everyone else in the bar. The old lady pats Blaine on the cheek and winks before leaving her chair and heading for her friends. Blaine watches her go, his eyes wide and mouth lolling open.
“Why're you gawking at that lady?” Kurt asks as he takes Blaine's glass and gulps down the last drink of wine. He reaches under the table and curls his long fingers around Blaine's thigh and that finalizes Blaine's decision.
“Let's go,” he says. He takes the empty glass from Kurt and places it back down on the table before offering Kurt his hand.
They walk back to the hotel, laughing and singing the entire way.
They're kissing before the door has even closed behind them, and stripping each other of clothes before they've even reached the bed. Blaine pushes Kurt down on his back and tugs at his jeans, pulling them all the way off and tossing them on the floor. His eyes slowly trace up Kurt's long, pale legs and... god... he isn't wearing any underwear. And so Blaine stands there staring down at Kurt's cock, long and flushed and curving upward, resting on his taut stomach. He's never seen another guy's dick before, not live and in person and with the knowledge that he's allowed to touch it.
“Oh, Kurt...” They are the only words he can manage. He falls to his knees in between Kurt's splayed thighs and spreads his hands there, at the tops of Kurt's legs, the soft hairs tickling against his palms. He licks his lips as he studies Kurt's cock and hears a far-off groan.
There is a tiny bead of liquid shining at the tip. Blaine takes it in one hand and pulls it back to get a better look, running his fingers gently up and down the shaft. He can hear Kurt panting and feel his thigh quaking under his hand, but he stays where he is, watching the bead as it grows and seeps out. Before it can drop down and run over his fingers, he leans forward with his tongue extended and laps it up. It tastes strange - thin and bitter and a little bit salty. Kurt is pressing forward now, straining slightly against Blaine's hand, and Blaine rubs his leg in what he hopes is a soothing manner. He hasn't meant to take so long. Hasn't meant to be so overcome with curiosity and simple want. He licks his lips once more and leans down to wrap his mouth around the rosy head of Kurt's cock.
Blaine hears Kurt say something, voice low and gruff, but he can't concentrate on anything but the feel of him, hot and heavy and thick inside of his mouth. He slides up and down, bringing his hand towards his mouth at the same time. Kurt's hips shoot up off the bed and Blaine has to pull back. Kurt apologizes and Blaine hums around him. He doesn't even mind. All he can think is how hot it was and be relieved that he seems to be doing something right.
He slides his mouth up and almost off and slips his tongue into the slit. He can taste a bit more of Kurt's precome there, and he licks it up before tonguing around and under the head. He wonders what it would be like to get an entire mouthful of that taste all at once, to swallow it down while still sucking. He slides his hand off Kurt's thigh and brings it down between his own legs to palm himself through his unbuttoned shorts.
Blaine presses more firmly against himself as he slides his mouth back over Kurt's cock, sucking and bobbing his head up and down in time with the thrusting of his own hips. He feels Kurt's hand rest gently on the top of his head, hears him speak Blaine's name like a warning. He doesn't tell him that he needs no warning, wants no warning, just speeds up and sucks harder, his cheeks hollowing out as he moans, his hand insistent now against his own erection.
When Kurt comes he jerks upwards and his cock slips out of Blaine's mouth, come smearing over his cheek. Blaine chases after Kurt's pulsing cock with his mouth and sinks back over it, swallowing the last spurt before he's coming himself, his hips canting forward against his hand.
He lays his head down on Kurt's hip, panting into his skin. He can hear his own heart beating, feel Kurt's pulse against his cheek. “That was....” Kurt says from above, his voice gravelly.
“Yeah,” Blaine agrees.
~*~
They buy lube and condoms the next day.
When they're lying in bed, kissing languidly, soft brushes of lips and tongue, Blaine can't focus. He keeps glancing towards the small plastic pharmacy bag sitting on the night table. They never said they were using it for anything specific or even that they were using it right away, but there it sits. Blaine wants to use it right away and for something specific. Really, really badly.
“Blaine?” Kurt is staring at him with both eyebrows raised. Blaine hadn't even noticed when they'd stopped kissing. “Where are you right now?” Kurt follows Blaine's eyes to the bag on the table. “Oh.”
“I'm sorry,” Blaine says, stammering over his words. “I didn't mean to...”
“It's okay. Blaine, we don't... We don't have to. We don't -”
Kurt is smiling a little but he looks disappointed. He thinks... oh. No. Blaine begins shaking his head and lays both hands on Kurt's wide shoulders. “I want to. I mean, if you do. I'm sorry for being so distracted. I just can't stop thinking about it.”
“We are talking about the same thing here, right? I mean, like... anal.”
Blaine nods, running his fingers along the pink flush of Kurt's cheek. “I try to finger myself sometimes when I'm thinking about it... about you, but I can never get it right and mostly it only frustrates me.”
Kurt places his hand over the one Blaine has on his cheek and stops his movement. “You mean you want me to...”
“Yeah. I mean, if that's okay with you... I... It's just that, well, it's kind of been my number one fantasy for a while now. But if you don't want that, it's okay. We can do whatever -” Kurt places two fingers over Blaine's lips to stop his rambling and Blaine puckers up and gives them a soft kiss, smiling in embarrassment. How can someone want something so badly and yet be so embarrassed? The tumult of being a blushing virgin, he supposes. Though after the night before that isn't exactly true. But they had been a little drunk, so he's decided that it didn't count.
Kurt pulls his hand away slowly and nods once before leaning back in to kiss Blaine's mouth.
It's not long before they're naked and rubbing against one another. Kurt splays Blaine's legs and sits between them, his finger coated in lube. “Promise me something?” he asks quietly.
“Anything,” Blaine agrees.
“If you don't like it or it hurts, tell me to stop. No matter how much I might be enjoying myself, tell me, Blaine. Because I know you. You'll lie there and be uncomfortable just because I'm having fun. So don't. Promise?”
“I promise,” Blaine says. He smiles as Kurt inches closer and loops Blaine's legs around his body so that he's sitting in the circle they create. “And Kurt...” Kurt stops with his slick finger resting between Blaine's ass cheeks and looks up into his face. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. So much.” And he slides it slowly downward and presses in just slightly and Blaine is lost.
Kurt opens him slowly and precisely, pressing gentle kisses everywhere he can reach while Blaine falls apart around his fingers. It's just so much. It's everything he's been wanting. When Kurt slows down the thrusting of his fingers and comes in closer, Blaine whispers, “you can, Kurt. Please. You can.”
He whimpers when Kurt's fingers slide out and Kurt's leans over him, pulling Blaine's legs up and wrapping them more tightly around his waist. Blaine presses his heels into Kurt's lower back to ground himself and fists at the sheets. The pressure is intense. It doesn't hurt, but burns slightly, the stretch feeling foreign to him. Kurt is so careful and slides in little by little until his hips are flush against Blaine's ass. His face looks tense, like he is warring with himself - wanting to be gentle but instinctively needing to thrust in and out. Blaine moves a little, pushing forward slightly to let him know that it's okay to move.
The pressure eases and Blaine lies back more comfortably, reaching up to thread his fingers through Kurt's sweaty hair. Kurt rolls into him and back out, still gentle, panting and moaning and he leans down to run his mouth over Blaine's jaw and kiss his lips. “You feel so good,” he says, not much more than a gasp against Blaine's cheek.
Blaine thinks he could lie like this forever, underneath Kurt with him thrusting and grunting and sweating and moaning in pleasure. But then Blaine shifts, pressing back as Kurt presses forward, and something changes. He feels a spike of pleasure shoot through him and lets out one long, low moan. The change in position drove Kurt in more deeply and every time he brushes inside a certain way Blaine's breath catches with the force of the tingling sensation in his lower belly and balls.
“Kurt, Kurt, oh my god, please.” Kurt begins to thrust more quickly, reaching out a hand to wrap around Blaine's cock. He pumps it steadily, sloppily as he fucks in and out, panting and gasping. He picks himself up to give his arm more room to jerk Blaine off. The tingling is getting stronger, the desperation increasing until Blaine feels it bubble up within him and hit - and he sees nothing but an expanse of white as he cries out and comes and comes and shakes. He feels Kurt tense and thrust up deep within his body one last time before he's shaking above and grunting. Blaine's eyes are closed, but he feels Kurt's weight come to rest on top of him, the pair of them still trembling from their release.
“Sorry,” Kurt says in a whisper, and relieves Blaine of the burden of his weight. Blaine exhales loudly as he feels Kurt slip out of his body. “Oh, shit. I'm so sorry,” Kurt says, sounding panicked. Blaine sits up halfway and Kurt is staring down at his ass. “The condom broke,” he says, peeling it from his softening cock. “God, I must have put it on wrong or something... dammit!”
“Kurt, it's okay,” Blaine reassures. “Not a big deal.”
Kurt shakes his head and tosses the used condom into the empty pharmacy bag before looking down at Blaine. He runs his fingers through Blaine's sweaty hair and down the side of his face. “You've got come on your chin, you know. And your neck... how did you...? It's basically all over you. Both yours and mine. God, I'll go start the shower for you.”
Kurt goes to get up off the bed, but Blaine rests a hand on his arm to stop him. “Kurt, it's fine.”
“It can't be comfortable.”
“It's fine. I promise. Just come here and lie down with me for a few minutes, okay? And then we can shower.”
Kurt crawls up and lies down next to Blaine, resting his head on his shoulder. They stay like that for a while, lazily petting each other where they can reach. “Now,” Blaine says, “tell me... Are you freaking out about what we just did, or because you're worried that I am freaking out about what we just did?”
“I'm freaking out because I'm worried that I'm doing everything wrong and you'll never want to do what we just did ever again. And god, I really, really want to do it again.”
“Well, then stop fretting because I definitely want to do what we just did over and over again... for the rest of my life.”
“Me too. And I think it would be a whole lot easier if we just call it sex.”
Blaine laughs and plants a kiss on the top of Kurt's head. “We should get married.”
“Well we do have to go back to Massachusetts,” Kurt replies, grin evident in his voice. There is a beat of silence, and then, “oh my god, you're serious! Not that I'm saying no, but I'm pretty sure we have to be eighteen to get married, Blaine.”
Blaine sighs and nuzzles against Kurt's hair. “Next year then.”
“Next year.”
~*~
They pack up to begin the journey back the next day. As Blaine is coming out of the bathroom with their toiletries, he hears Kurt talking on the phone.
“Yeah, I know, Dad. I know. You did not - You did not think that I was dead! I texted you an hour after we left! Uh-huh, sure. Whatever. Okay, I can be in trouble.” He pauses for a moment, his hand hovering in the air over a shirt he had been about to fold. “You know why, Dad. Okay, just so we're good.”
Blaine smiles over at him. Kurt's relationship with his father is amazing. He can't wait to witness in person some day. Next year, he says to himself again.
“Oh, you know, singing karaoke for some old people and losing my virginity...”
And Blaine must have heard him wrong. He can't have just said that to his father. Maybe Blaine only thought he was talking to Mr. Hummel, but it's really just Mercedes or Rachel on the other end of the line.
“Sure, I will. I love you too, Dad.”
Blaine sinks down on the chair as Kurt ends his call and slides his phone into the pocket of his shorts. He turns to Blaine, folding the shirt against his chest like an employee at a clothing store. “What's wrong? You're looking a little green.”
“Oh my god! Kurt, why would you - I can never meet him! He's going to have me killed!” He'd heard enough stories about Burt Hummel to know that the man is very protective of his son.
But Kurt just laughs in the face of Blaine's terror. “He's not going to have you killed, silly.” Kurt rolls his eyes playfully and turns back to finish folding the clothes. “He knows that I love you and he wants nothing more than for me to be happy.”
“You told him you love me?”
“Of course,” Kurt answers, almost flippant, like how dare Blaine think that he wouldn't.
“I really am gonna marry you, I hope you realize,” he says.
“You'd better. I don't just go around having sex with randoms, you know. I am not doing that with anyone else but you.”
Blaine throws his head against the back of the chair and laughs. “Kurt?”
“Mmm?”
“Do we have to go back?”
Kurt sighs and turns to look at Blaine. “Unfortunately,” he says. “But... one more year. One more year and we'll never have to say goodbye again.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
~*~
They are solemn on the drive home. Kurt follows the water all the way there, but the beautiful scenery does nothing to help the mood.
Blaine's parents meet them in the driveway. His mother looks sad, his father livid. He is tapping his foot as though Blaine is a small child who has been naughty, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes cold and menacing.
“Guess I'm getting the belt,” Blaine jokes.
“I want to bring you home with me,” Kurt says.
“I want you to bring me home with you, too.” Blaine gives Kurt's hand a quick squeeze then opens the door and climbs out, one more year, repeating over and over in his head. He wonders, suddenly, if Cooper employed the same mantra. Blaine wishes they had been closer.
When he steps out of the car, Kurt rolls down his window, watching Blaine's father closely as though he took Blaine's belt comment to heart. Blaine glances from his father's furious face to Kurt's loving one and he makes a decision. If Kurt can tell his father, then so can he. He moves towards Kurt's open window and curls one hand around the back of his neck, leaning into the car. He has to go up on his tiptoes to reach Kurt's lips, but they are soft and sweet and welcoming. “Love you,” he says. “See you later.”
He hears his father cursing behind him and saying how dare he where the neighbours might see, but Blaine doesn't care. Kurt smiles at him and as far as Blaine is concerned, his father can go fuck himself.
Go fuck yourself, Dad, he taunts in his head.
The Cooper in Blaine's mind whoops and hollers and cheers. “At fucking last, Blainey,” he says.
At fucking last.
Blaine's father stays away for the remainder of the summer. Blaine wraps himself up in Kurt and pretends he doesn't care.
~*~
The In-Between - Year Nine: Assorted texts, a note, a sad toothbrush and an important decision.
Sent at 7:34PM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
I have your toothbrush. It is lonely. Here is a picture of it. Does it not look sad?
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~*~
Sent at 12:47AM
From Sweet Blaine
Kurt I think I'm drunk remeber when I was drunk and I sucked your cock? I wanna do it so bad right now
Sent at 1:03AM
From Sweet Blaine
I'm sorry for bein drnuk and texting you are you mad? Stupid david gave me vodak
Sent at 1:16AM
From Sweet Blaine
I love you
~*~
Note found on October the 13th, tucked into the dash of Kurt's Navigator under a map of the North Eastern United States.
Kurt,
You told me you would marry me today. I'm holding you to it! This is an official document-type thingamajig.
Oops, you're coming out of the store!
I LOVE YOU!
Blaine (Worshipful boyfriend and future husband extraordinaire.)
~*~
Sent at 10:21PM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
Remember the night at the karaoke bar? Does it make The Chattanooga Choo Choo our song? B/C I don't think we can dance to that at our wedding.
~*~
Sent at 12:01AM
From Sweet Blaine
Happy 18th Birthday! You know what that means! ;)
Sent at 12:03AM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
That I can legally buy alcohol in England?
Sent at 12:03AM
From Sweet Blaine
>:|
Sent at 12:04AM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
Those eyebrows are frighteningly accurate.
Sent at 12:04AM
From Sweet Blaine
MEAN.
Sent at 12:05AM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
The beach in August? Seems apt somehow.
Sent at 12:05AM
From Sweet Blaine
:D
~*~
“Okay, you've got all your letters?”
“I told you I did.”
“And opened them?”
“Yep.”
“Okay.”
“You said that already.”
“Sorry. I'm just nervous.”
“Who should go first?”
“Let's both say it really quickly and get it over with.”
“NYU.”
“NYU.”
“Oh my god!”
“Oh thank god!”
“You know what they say -”
“Great minds think alike.”
~*~*~
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Author:water_nix
Artist: tortugax
Word Count: 30 400
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Cooper, Mr. & Mrs. Anderson, Burt/Carole, minor OCs
Warnings: homophobia, mention of gaybashing and bullying, underage drinking
Summary: On the third of August in Blaine Anderson's ninth year, something momentous happens: he sees a boy crying on the beach and decides to do something about it. What he gets in return is a best friend, a confidant, an ally to help him through the ups and downs. They spend one month together every summer. One perfect month until they are old enough to escape together. Eleven Augusts and the letters in between.
Seventeen - August 2011: The Summer When They Go on the Lam
Kurt drives that summer instead of flying, and Blaine finally gets to see his sweet sixteen present - sleek, shiny black and chrome.
When Kurt swings by the Andersons' beach house Blaine is just storming out the front door. Kurt pops open the passenger door and calls him over and the anger and frustration and tension drain out of Blaine's body at the very sight of him.
“Fancy seeing you around this neck of the woods,” Kurt drawls. The smile slips from his face. “What's wrong, Blaine?”
“My father,” Blaine says simply. He knows that Kurt needs no further explanation. Kurt gives a sympathetic hum and studies him for a long moment, car engine still idling. He looks almost calculating.
“Get in, stranger,” he drawls again.
Blaine shrugs and jumps in, slamming the door and snapping on his seatbelt. “Where to?”
“Hmm... Road trip, I think.”
Blaine laughs and Kurt grins over at him. He throws him a wink before backing out of the driveway and taking off down the street.
They are ten minutes outside of town before Blaine realizes that Kurt isn't planning on stopping anytime soon and he doesn't have fresh clothes or anything else. “Kurt, we don't have an overnight bag or anything. Where are we going?”
“Wherever the wind takes us,” Kurt says dramatically and laughs. “I've got my stuff in the back. I came straight to your place.”
Blaine feels a sense of warmth wash over him. Kurt had come straight to see him. He hadn't even stopped in to say hello to his grandparents first. “Well, you may be set, but I don't even have clean underwear or a toothbrush.”
“So we buy you a toothbrush,” Kurt says with a shrug. “We can share the rest. I have plenty of clothes and everything else.”
“Did you plan this?”
“Nah. Spur of the moment. Though it is pretty ingenious if I do say so myself.” Kurt bounces a little and reaches for the radio and Blaine watches him as he fiddles with the dials until he finds an oldies station. He's so beautiful and full of life. Blaine hates that they can't be together like this every day of every year, so he sits back in his seat and takes it in and falls in love all the more with every single word and look and smile.
They're in New Hampshire before Kurt is forced to stop for fuel. “We're officially fugitives,” he says with waggle of his eyebrows. He hops out of the car to pump the gas.
~*~
The beach is familiar and safe, so they find a sparsely populated one and settle on a blanket Kurt keeps in the back of his car and begin ignoring their incoming calls and text messages.
“I'm going to have to answer my dad soon,” Kurt says, tilting down his sunglasses to show Blaine his eyes. “I told him I took a detour so he wouldn't worry, but he will anyway.”
Blaine sighs and looks out at the water. “I know. Me too, I suppose. This can't last forever.”
Kurt smiles a little and takes his hand. “I didn't say we were going back. Just that we should let them know we aren't dead. Besides, this beach may be a little rocky, but I think I like Maine.” Kurt wiggles a little and leans back on the blanket, taking Blaine's hand with him.
“Where are we going to stay?”
“I saw a hotel near the pharmacy where we bought your toothbrush.”
“So we're going to get a hotel room and just hang out here?” Blaine asks with a laugh.
Kurt shrugs. “I'm sure we can find something to amuse us.”
They do. After checking into an older hotel in the village, they find a karaoke bar that serves seafood and old fashioned milkshakes. Everything about the place is from another era, including the patrons. Blaine glances around at the crowd and the youngest person, besides Kurt and himself, looks to be in their late fifties.
Kurt excuses himself once they've finished eating. He returns ten minutes later with a thick book and a grin on his face. He plunks the book down on the table in front of Blaine and slides into the booth. “My new BFF Ethel over there said the singing starts in fifteen minutes. Thought we could pick something out and wow this crowd.” Blaine laughs at Kurt's wiggling eyebrows and flops open the unwieldy book. And, wow, the selections inside are a little on the old fashioned side as well. He figures that he shouldn't really be surprised. He certainly won't be wowing this crowd with the newest Katy Perry chart topper like he would at school.
As they shuffle up onto the tiny stage, Blaine has to hold in his laughter. The music starts up with the sounds of train whistles and he turns around and stifles a laugh against his own shoulder. Kurt makes a face at him and pokes him in the side before beginning to sing.
“Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?”
Kurt has reached the end of the first verse before Blaine has quelled his urge to giggle and turned around to join in. When they reach the finale of the song, they are met with rousing applause.
“She's gonna cry
Until I tell her that I'll never roam
So Chattanooga choo choo
Won't you choo-choo me home?”
Blaine allows himself to laugh then, while he and Kurt take bows and wave at the excited senior citizens demanding an encore. Kurt grabs the microphone and promises they'll be back to do another number in a little while.
They fall into their booth, laughing against each other. The bartender comes over and places a bottle of wine and two glasses down in front of them. “Bernice said she would like to request that you two perform Don't Be Cruel.” He motions to the bottle and does a funny little bow. “With her compliments.”
“Talk about singing for your supper,” Kurt says after the bartender walks away. Blaine studies the label on the bottle for a moment, but he knows nothing about wine. He looks up at Kurt and shrugs, then pours them both a glass.
They understand Bernice's insistence that they take to the stage again once other members of the crowd get up there and start caterwauling into the microphone. One seemingly ancient lady manages to pull off a passable Patsy Cline number, but everyone else is just terrible.
So they sing Don't Be Cruel, dedicating it to the mysterious Bernice, and continue on with some Frank Sinatra and some sultry Peggy Lee. They have the old timers eating out of their hands.
Kurt has gone up alone just as Blaine is finishing off the last of the wine. “This is for my cutie,” he says into the mic, and Blaine feels the warmth of a blush spread to the tips of his ears as Kurt starts belting out Love Me or Leave Me.
An ancient lady wearing the thickest glasses Blaine has ever seen as well as an actual shawl pulls a chair over and sits herself next to his booth. She doesn't say a word at first, just watches Kurt as he sings, a content little smile on her thin, red lips.
“Love me or leave me
Or let me be lonely
You won't believe me, but I love you only
I'd rather be lonely
Then happy with somebody else”
Her smile widens and she leans towards Blaine. “Don't you just love the old songs? They're so romantic.”
Blaine returns her smile and nods, though she isn't even looking at him, but watching as Kurt sings.
“Your wife has a very lovely singing voice,” she says.
“Um...” Blaine is too shocked and well, if he's being honest with himself, a little too drunk to try for any form of coherency. He chokes on his words. Husband, he thinks. Nothing comes out but a hysterical little giggle.
“There'll be no one
Unless that someone is you
I intend to be independently blue
I want your love
But I don't want to borrow
To have it today to give it back tomorrow
For your love is my love
There's no love for nobody else”
Kurt finishes on a spectacular note and Blaine cheers along with everyone else in the bar. The old lady pats Blaine on the cheek and winks before leaving her chair and heading for her friends. Blaine watches her go, his eyes wide and mouth lolling open.
“Why're you gawking at that lady?” Kurt asks as he takes Blaine's glass and gulps down the last drink of wine. He reaches under the table and curls his long fingers around Blaine's thigh and that finalizes Blaine's decision.
“Let's go,” he says. He takes the empty glass from Kurt and places it back down on the table before offering Kurt his hand.
They walk back to the hotel, laughing and singing the entire way.
They're kissing before the door has even closed behind them, and stripping each other of clothes before they've even reached the bed. Blaine pushes Kurt down on his back and tugs at his jeans, pulling them all the way off and tossing them on the floor. His eyes slowly trace up Kurt's long, pale legs and... god... he isn't wearing any underwear. And so Blaine stands there staring down at Kurt's cock, long and flushed and curving upward, resting on his taut stomach. He's never seen another guy's dick before, not live and in person and with the knowledge that he's allowed to touch it.
“Oh, Kurt...” They are the only words he can manage. He falls to his knees in between Kurt's splayed thighs and spreads his hands there, at the tops of Kurt's legs, the soft hairs tickling against his palms. He licks his lips as he studies Kurt's cock and hears a far-off groan.
There is a tiny bead of liquid shining at the tip. Blaine takes it in one hand and pulls it back to get a better look, running his fingers gently up and down the shaft. He can hear Kurt panting and feel his thigh quaking under his hand, but he stays where he is, watching the bead as it grows and seeps out. Before it can drop down and run over his fingers, he leans forward with his tongue extended and laps it up. It tastes strange - thin and bitter and a little bit salty. Kurt is pressing forward now, straining slightly against Blaine's hand, and Blaine rubs his leg in what he hopes is a soothing manner. He hasn't meant to take so long. Hasn't meant to be so overcome with curiosity and simple want. He licks his lips once more and leans down to wrap his mouth around the rosy head of Kurt's cock.
Blaine hears Kurt say something, voice low and gruff, but he can't concentrate on anything but the feel of him, hot and heavy and thick inside of his mouth. He slides up and down, bringing his hand towards his mouth at the same time. Kurt's hips shoot up off the bed and Blaine has to pull back. Kurt apologizes and Blaine hums around him. He doesn't even mind. All he can think is how hot it was and be relieved that he seems to be doing something right.
He slides his mouth up and almost off and slips his tongue into the slit. He can taste a bit more of Kurt's precome there, and he licks it up before tonguing around and under the head. He wonders what it would be like to get an entire mouthful of that taste all at once, to swallow it down while still sucking. He slides his hand off Kurt's thigh and brings it down between his own legs to palm himself through his unbuttoned shorts.
Blaine presses more firmly against himself as he slides his mouth back over Kurt's cock, sucking and bobbing his head up and down in time with the thrusting of his own hips. He feels Kurt's hand rest gently on the top of his head, hears him speak Blaine's name like a warning. He doesn't tell him that he needs no warning, wants no warning, just speeds up and sucks harder, his cheeks hollowing out as he moans, his hand insistent now against his own erection.
When Kurt comes he jerks upwards and his cock slips out of Blaine's mouth, come smearing over his cheek. Blaine chases after Kurt's pulsing cock with his mouth and sinks back over it, swallowing the last spurt before he's coming himself, his hips canting forward against his hand.
He lays his head down on Kurt's hip, panting into his skin. He can hear his own heart beating, feel Kurt's pulse against his cheek. “That was....” Kurt says from above, his voice gravelly.
“Yeah,” Blaine agrees.
~*~
They buy lube and condoms the next day.
When they're lying in bed, kissing languidly, soft brushes of lips and tongue, Blaine can't focus. He keeps glancing towards the small plastic pharmacy bag sitting on the night table. They never said they were using it for anything specific or even that they were using it right away, but there it sits. Blaine wants to use it right away and for something specific. Really, really badly.
“Blaine?” Kurt is staring at him with both eyebrows raised. Blaine hadn't even noticed when they'd stopped kissing. “Where are you right now?” Kurt follows Blaine's eyes to the bag on the table. “Oh.”
“I'm sorry,” Blaine says, stammering over his words. “I didn't mean to...”
“It's okay. Blaine, we don't... We don't have to. We don't -”
Kurt is smiling a little but he looks disappointed. He thinks... oh. No. Blaine begins shaking his head and lays both hands on Kurt's wide shoulders. “I want to. I mean, if you do. I'm sorry for being so distracted. I just can't stop thinking about it.”
“We are talking about the same thing here, right? I mean, like... anal.”
Blaine nods, running his fingers along the pink flush of Kurt's cheek. “I try to finger myself sometimes when I'm thinking about it... about you, but I can never get it right and mostly it only frustrates me.”
Kurt places his hand over the one Blaine has on his cheek and stops his movement. “You mean you want me to...”
“Yeah. I mean, if that's okay with you... I... It's just that, well, it's kind of been my number one fantasy for a while now. But if you don't want that, it's okay. We can do whatever -” Kurt places two fingers over Blaine's lips to stop his rambling and Blaine puckers up and gives them a soft kiss, smiling in embarrassment. How can someone want something so badly and yet be so embarrassed? The tumult of being a blushing virgin, he supposes. Though after the night before that isn't exactly true. But they had been a little drunk, so he's decided that it didn't count.
Kurt pulls his hand away slowly and nods once before leaning back in to kiss Blaine's mouth.
It's not long before they're naked and rubbing against one another. Kurt splays Blaine's legs and sits between them, his finger coated in lube. “Promise me something?” he asks quietly.
“Anything,” Blaine agrees.
“If you don't like it or it hurts, tell me to stop. No matter how much I might be enjoying myself, tell me, Blaine. Because I know you. You'll lie there and be uncomfortable just because I'm having fun. So don't. Promise?”
“I promise,” Blaine says. He smiles as Kurt inches closer and loops Blaine's legs around his body so that he's sitting in the circle they create. “And Kurt...” Kurt stops with his slick finger resting between Blaine's ass cheeks and looks up into his face. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. So much.” And he slides it slowly downward and presses in just slightly and Blaine is lost.
Kurt opens him slowly and precisely, pressing gentle kisses everywhere he can reach while Blaine falls apart around his fingers. It's just so much. It's everything he's been wanting. When Kurt slows down the thrusting of his fingers and comes in closer, Blaine whispers, “you can, Kurt. Please. You can.”
He whimpers when Kurt's fingers slide out and Kurt's leans over him, pulling Blaine's legs up and wrapping them more tightly around his waist. Blaine presses his heels into Kurt's lower back to ground himself and fists at the sheets. The pressure is intense. It doesn't hurt, but burns slightly, the stretch feeling foreign to him. Kurt is so careful and slides in little by little until his hips are flush against Blaine's ass. His face looks tense, like he is warring with himself - wanting to be gentle but instinctively needing to thrust in and out. Blaine moves a little, pushing forward slightly to let him know that it's okay to move.
The pressure eases and Blaine lies back more comfortably, reaching up to thread his fingers through Kurt's sweaty hair. Kurt rolls into him and back out, still gentle, panting and moaning and he leans down to run his mouth over Blaine's jaw and kiss his lips. “You feel so good,” he says, not much more than a gasp against Blaine's cheek.
Blaine thinks he could lie like this forever, underneath Kurt with him thrusting and grunting and sweating and moaning in pleasure. But then Blaine shifts, pressing back as Kurt presses forward, and something changes. He feels a spike of pleasure shoot through him and lets out one long, low moan. The change in position drove Kurt in more deeply and every time he brushes inside a certain way Blaine's breath catches with the force of the tingling sensation in his lower belly and balls.
“Kurt, Kurt, oh my god, please.” Kurt begins to thrust more quickly, reaching out a hand to wrap around Blaine's cock. He pumps it steadily, sloppily as he fucks in and out, panting and gasping. He picks himself up to give his arm more room to jerk Blaine off. The tingling is getting stronger, the desperation increasing until Blaine feels it bubble up within him and hit - and he sees nothing but an expanse of white as he cries out and comes and comes and shakes. He feels Kurt tense and thrust up deep within his body one last time before he's shaking above and grunting. Blaine's eyes are closed, but he feels Kurt's weight come to rest on top of him, the pair of them still trembling from their release.
“Sorry,” Kurt says in a whisper, and relieves Blaine of the burden of his weight. Blaine exhales loudly as he feels Kurt slip out of his body. “Oh, shit. I'm so sorry,” Kurt says, sounding panicked. Blaine sits up halfway and Kurt is staring down at his ass. “The condom broke,” he says, peeling it from his softening cock. “God, I must have put it on wrong or something... dammit!”
“Kurt, it's okay,” Blaine reassures. “Not a big deal.”
Kurt shakes his head and tosses the used condom into the empty pharmacy bag before looking down at Blaine. He runs his fingers through Blaine's sweaty hair and down the side of his face. “You've got come on your chin, you know. And your neck... how did you...? It's basically all over you. Both yours and mine. God, I'll go start the shower for you.”
Kurt goes to get up off the bed, but Blaine rests a hand on his arm to stop him. “Kurt, it's fine.”
“It can't be comfortable.”
“It's fine. I promise. Just come here and lie down with me for a few minutes, okay? And then we can shower.”
Kurt crawls up and lies down next to Blaine, resting his head on his shoulder. They stay like that for a while, lazily petting each other where they can reach. “Now,” Blaine says, “tell me... Are you freaking out about what we just did, or because you're worried that I am freaking out about what we just did?”
“I'm freaking out because I'm worried that I'm doing everything wrong and you'll never want to do what we just did ever again. And god, I really, really want to do it again.”
“Well, then stop fretting because I definitely want to do what we just did over and over again... for the rest of my life.”
“Me too. And I think it would be a whole lot easier if we just call it sex.”
Blaine laughs and plants a kiss on the top of Kurt's head. “We should get married.”
“Well we do have to go back to Massachusetts,” Kurt replies, grin evident in his voice. There is a beat of silence, and then, “oh my god, you're serious! Not that I'm saying no, but I'm pretty sure we have to be eighteen to get married, Blaine.”
Blaine sighs and nuzzles against Kurt's hair. “Next year then.”
“Next year.”
~*~
They pack up to begin the journey back the next day. As Blaine is coming out of the bathroom with their toiletries, he hears Kurt talking on the phone.
“Yeah, I know, Dad. I know. You did not - You did not think that I was dead! I texted you an hour after we left! Uh-huh, sure. Whatever. Okay, I can be in trouble.” He pauses for a moment, his hand hovering in the air over a shirt he had been about to fold. “You know why, Dad. Okay, just so we're good.”
Blaine smiles over at him. Kurt's relationship with his father is amazing. He can't wait to witness in person some day. Next year, he says to himself again.
“Oh, you know, singing karaoke for some old people and losing my virginity...”
And Blaine must have heard him wrong. He can't have just said that to his father. Maybe Blaine only thought he was talking to Mr. Hummel, but it's really just Mercedes or Rachel on the other end of the line.
“Sure, I will. I love you too, Dad.”
Blaine sinks down on the chair as Kurt ends his call and slides his phone into the pocket of his shorts. He turns to Blaine, folding the shirt against his chest like an employee at a clothing store. “What's wrong? You're looking a little green.”
“Oh my god! Kurt, why would you - I can never meet him! He's going to have me killed!” He'd heard enough stories about Burt Hummel to know that the man is very protective of his son.
But Kurt just laughs in the face of Blaine's terror. “He's not going to have you killed, silly.” Kurt rolls his eyes playfully and turns back to finish folding the clothes. “He knows that I love you and he wants nothing more than for me to be happy.”
“You told him you love me?”
“Of course,” Kurt answers, almost flippant, like how dare Blaine think that he wouldn't.
“I really am gonna marry you, I hope you realize,” he says.
“You'd better. I don't just go around having sex with randoms, you know. I am not doing that with anyone else but you.”
Blaine throws his head against the back of the chair and laughs. “Kurt?”
“Mmm?”
“Do we have to go back?”
Kurt sighs and turns to look at Blaine. “Unfortunately,” he says. “But... one more year. One more year and we'll never have to say goodbye again.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
~*~
They are solemn on the drive home. Kurt follows the water all the way there, but the beautiful scenery does nothing to help the mood.
Blaine's parents meet them in the driveway. His mother looks sad, his father livid. He is tapping his foot as though Blaine is a small child who has been naughty, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes cold and menacing.
“Guess I'm getting the belt,” Blaine jokes.
“I want to bring you home with me,” Kurt says.
“I want you to bring me home with you, too.” Blaine gives Kurt's hand a quick squeeze then opens the door and climbs out, one more year, repeating over and over in his head. He wonders, suddenly, if Cooper employed the same mantra. Blaine wishes they had been closer.
When he steps out of the car, Kurt rolls down his window, watching Blaine's father closely as though he took Blaine's belt comment to heart. Blaine glances from his father's furious face to Kurt's loving one and he makes a decision. If Kurt can tell his father, then so can he. He moves towards Kurt's open window and curls one hand around the back of his neck, leaning into the car. He has to go up on his tiptoes to reach Kurt's lips, but they are soft and sweet and welcoming. “Love you,” he says. “See you later.”
He hears his father cursing behind him and saying how dare he where the neighbours might see, but Blaine doesn't care. Kurt smiles at him and as far as Blaine is concerned, his father can go fuck himself.
Go fuck yourself, Dad, he taunts in his head.
The Cooper in Blaine's mind whoops and hollers and cheers. “At fucking last, Blainey,” he says.
At fucking last.
Blaine's father stays away for the remainder of the summer. Blaine wraps himself up in Kurt and pretends he doesn't care.
~*~
The In-Between - Year Nine: Assorted texts, a note, a sad toothbrush and an important decision.
Sent at 7:34PM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
I have your toothbrush. It is lonely. Here is a picture of it. Does it not look sad?
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~*~
Sent at 12:47AM
From Sweet Blaine
Kurt I think I'm drunk remeber when I was drunk and I sucked your cock? I wanna do it so bad right now
Sent at 1:03AM
From Sweet Blaine
I'm sorry for bein drnuk and texting you are you mad? Stupid david gave me vodak
Sent at 1:16AM
From Sweet Blaine
I love you
~*~
Note found on October the 13th, tucked into the dash of Kurt's Navigator under a map of the North Eastern United States.
Kurt,
You told me you would marry me today. I'm holding you to it! This is an official document-type thingamajig.
Oops, you're coming out of the store!
I LOVE YOU!
Blaine (Worshipful boyfriend and future husband extraordinaire.)
~*~
Sent at 10:21PM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
Remember the night at the karaoke bar? Does it make The Chattanooga Choo Choo our song? B/C I don't think we can dance to that at our wedding.
~*~
Sent at 12:01AM
From Sweet Blaine
Happy 18th Birthday! You know what that means! ;)
Sent at 12:03AM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
That I can legally buy alcohol in England?
Sent at 12:03AM
From Sweet Blaine
>:|
Sent at 12:04AM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
Those eyebrows are frighteningly accurate.
Sent at 12:04AM
From Sweet Blaine
MEAN.
Sent at 12:05AM
From My future husband &/or Kurt
The beach in August? Seems apt somehow.
Sent at 12:05AM
From Sweet Blaine
:D
~*~
“Okay, you've got all your letters?”
“I told you I did.”
“And opened them?”
“Yep.”
“Okay.”
“You said that already.”
“Sorry. I'm just nervous.”
“Who should go first?”
“Let's both say it really quickly and get it over with.”
“NYU.”
“NYU.”
“Oh my god!”
“Oh thank god!”
“You know what they say -”
“Great minds think alike.”
~*~*~
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