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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Rachel_Berry, Tina_Cohen-Chang, Sam_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Anderberry_Siblings, Alternate_Universe, Age_Difference, Sexting, First
      Time
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      Published: 2014-04-26 Words: 5662
****** Don't Say I Didn't Warn You ******
by klaineanummel
Summary
     Blaine doesn't really care what Sam and Tina think about his friends
     with benefits relationship with his older sister's best friend is
     what it really comes down to.
Notes
     ummm so i wrote this a while back and i was re-reading it the other
     day and i kinda liked it so i edited it a bit and here it is :D all
     mistakes are mine seeing as i am my own beta atm
     warnings for very strong references to: bottom!blaine, innocence
     kink, a teeny tiny bit of d/s (like, one line), aaand one use of the
     word 'slut' in relation to ones self. i think that's it.
     hope you enjoy!
The first time they have sex Blaine is sixteen and Kurt is fresh off his first
semester in New York. He and Rachel come back together, both looking far older
than their nineteen years, bursting with excitement and news about their
classes, friends, adventures.
Blaine can't keep his eyes off Kurt the entire evening, practically drooling as
Kurt regales the Hummel's and the Anderson-Berry's with amazing tales of the
big city. New York has definitely done Kurt good – he's even more gorgeous than
he was when he left, chest broader, arms wider, waist slimmer. Blaine wants to
jump on him.
When they finish dinner, Kurt looks him straight in the eye and asks to be
shown the sheet music to that new song Blaine texted him about last week.
Blaine never texted Kurt about any song, but he nods and leads him to his room
anyway, heart beating quickly in his chest. “Um,” he speaks shyly when Kurt
clicks the door shut behind him, “So, I don't actually have a new song to show
you, but I can play you one of my old ones if you want?”
Kurt smirks, stalks towards him, pins him to his desk, “You turned sixteen in
October, right?” he breathes, leaning in close, so close. Blaine is pretty sure
he's stopped breathing at this point,.
“Y-Yeah,” he manages, every breath causing his chest to brush against Kurt's.
Kurt grins and it's feral.
“Perfect,” and then they're kissing. It's fast and dirty, all tongue and teeth.
It's nothing like Blaine imagined his first kiss would be, but he wouldn't
change it for the world because it's with Kurt. He's kissing Kurt, finally,
after years of wanting in silence, and it's absolutely perfect.
Kurt kisses him, and kisses him, and keeps kissing him until all Blaine knows
is Kurt's lips, Kurt's tongue, Kurt's hands in his hair, Kurt's thigh pressing
up against his cock. “Fuck,” he whispers, grinding into it, head lolling on his
shoulders as shocks of pleasure unlike any he's ever felt spark through him.
Kurt presses in harder, leans down and kisses at Blaine's neck, whispers, “You
better not come till I get my hands on you.”
Blaine's surprised he doesn't come right there.
Somehow he manages to wait until Kurt has his pants unzipped, cock jutting out
proudly from the split in his jeans, bared for the first time in front of
another man. Kurt stares at it absolutely lecherously, licks thickly over his
hand and wraps it around Blaine, not too loose but not too firm, just the way
Blaine likes it.
It only takes a few strokes for Blaine to come, and he feels boneless once he
does. He stares dreamily up at Kurt, who licks the come right off his hands and
then pushes it into Blaine's mouth with his tongue.
“Should I...” Blaine blushes a little, gesturing to where Kurt is obviously
hard in his pants. Kurt shrugs, leaning in so close that Blaine can feel the
swell of his cock against his thigh. He feels his own twitch and groans; he's
far too sensitive for that at the moment.
“If you want,” Kurt says. Blaine doesn't need to be told twice.
It's a bit weird doing it from this angle, but he manages it without too much
difficulty, and in the end he does make Kurt come, wet and thick over his hand.
He wants to lick it off, like Kurt did, but he's not sure he's quite at that
point yet. Instead he waits until Kurt passes him a tissue and silently wipes
it off, blushing bright red as he does so.
“Thanks for showing me your... song,” Kurt kisses him one last time, sweet and
lingering, and then he's gone, joining everyone else downstairs and leaving
Blaine wondering if he just dreamt the whole thing.
                                      **
The second time they have sex is three days later in the backseat of Kurt's
car. Kurt quietly asks him if he's ever gotten a blowjob before, and when he
shyly tells him that no, he hasn't, Kurt remedies that immediately. It's wet
and hot and perfect and Blaine comes far too soon but he doesn't even care
because Kurt Hummel just gave him a blowjob. Kurt doesn't ask him to
reciprocate, just brings Blaine's hand down to his lap, one eyebrow quirked up.
Blaine doesn't waste any time, trying desperately to remember how he did it the
last time.
When they're done Kurt kisses him sloppily, winks, and jumps to the driver's
seat, driving Blaine home while the younger boy struggles to get re-dressed in
a moving car, flushing every time he sees Kurt glancing back at him through the
rear view mirror.
                                      **
He tells Sam and Tina about it after the third time. He's practically vibrating
as he gushes excitedly about his new-found relationship with his childhood
crush, oblivious to the worried glances his friends are sharing until Sam
speaks up, a quiet, “Um, Blaine?” that alerts him that maybe not all is well.
“What?” he asks, still smiling widely, halfway through telling them about how
Kurt had ran his foot up and down his leg all through dinner the previous
night.
Tina squirms a little before quietly saying, “You don't... You know you and
Kurt aren't... dating. Right?”
“What?” Blaine feels his heart drop into his stomach, “No, of course we are-”
But were they?
“Honey,” Tina leans forward and takes Blaine's hand tightly in hers. Sam takes
Blaine's other hand in his, although he doesn't look like he knows why he does
it, “Has Kurt ever suggested he wants to do anything more than hook up with
you?”
No. He didn't even have to think about it. Kurt had never once suggested
anything more than sex.
“We're sorry man,” Sam squeezes his hand, “We just don't want to see you get in
too deep, you know?”
“Bit late for that,” Blaine whispers, “You guys know I've been in love with
Kurt since...” there isn't even a set time. He's just always loved Kurt.
“You can't keep doing this,” Tina says, lowering her head so that she can meet
Blaine's eyes, “I know sex can be exciting, but not when you're feeling more
than the other person.”
“Trust me,” Sam pipes up, “You know how things ended up with me and Mercedes.”
Yeah, he knows.
“I'll talk to him,” he says, mostly to appease his friends. Both of them smile
and nod, squeezing his hands one last time before Tina starts up on a
discussion about her crush of the week.
                                      **
He tries talking to Kurt, he really does.
“Kurt,” he breathes against Kurt's lips, hands moving from Kurt's hair to his
shoulders and trying to push him away, “Kurt, we need to talk.”
“Can't we talk later?” Kurt asks, moving his head down to Blaine's neck and
pressing kisses there instead. Blaine lets him for a while, enjoying the
feeling of Kurt's warm, soft lips against his skin, of Kurt's silky tongue
tracing patterns up his jugular. It's only when Kurt's hand falls down to
Blaine's crotch and starts palming at him that Blaine is shocked back to
reality.
“No, I really need to talk to you now,” Kurt huffs, kisses Blaine's neck one
last time and then steps away, crossing his arms over his chest. “What, um,”
Blaine struggles for a second, distracted by Kurt's mussed hair, his kiss
bruised lips, “What exactly are we doing here?”
Kurt smirks, “We're having fun,” he steps closer to Blaine, hands going
straight to his hips and pulling him close. Blaine whimpers at the feel of
Kurt's hard cock against his own.
“Right, yes, but,” he flounders, hands going to Kurt's shoulders again, “I
mean, I'm Rachel's brother. Isn't this a little... I don't know.”
“You're so adorable,” Kurt giggles, hiding his face in Blaine's neck, starting
to press chaste kisses there, “You were always so adorable, with your little
bow ties and badly tied shoes,” he kisses a bit harder, “Untameable curls,” one
hand goes up to said curls, gently pulling so Blaine's throat is more exposed.
Blaine can't stop the small moan he lets out, “And then I come back and you're
just-” he can feel Kurt's sharp inhale, “So goddamn hot.” His kisses start to
get wetter, tongue coming out to play, “When did you get so hot Blaine?”
Well, at least he tried, right?
                                      **
“What is that,” Rachel screeches the next day, pointing wildly at his neck.
Blaine brings his hand up, blushing as he remembers Kurt's mouth there
yesterday, sucking and biting as he worked Blaine over with his hand. “Is that
a hickey?”
“What?” Blaine's voice is high and squeaky and completely conspicuous. He wants
to bash his head against a wall.
“Oh my god, do you have a boyfriend?” She rushes up to him and pushes his hand
away so she can inspect the mark better, “Blaine, how could you not tell me. Oh
my god, it's huge, what was he trying to do, eat you?”
Blaine laughs awkwardly, trying to bat her away unsuccessfully. And then, of
course, the front door opens and Kurt's voice floats up from downstairs, a
loud, “Hello Anderson-Berry's!”
“Kurt, come here,” Rachel shouts back, making Blaine wince. God, when did this
become his life?
“What's up?” and of course Kurt looks amazing, how could he not look amazing,
he always looks amazing. But really, did he have to wear the orange shirt with
those white skinny jeans today?
“Look, look,” Rachel urges him forward, “Blaine's a man now!”
“God, Rachel,” Blaine finally manages to push her away, blushing wildly at this
point, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Kurt, “Knock it off, it's
nothing. I just-”
“Burned yourself with a curling iron?” Kurt quips. Blaine wants to die.
“It's nothing, okay?” he mumbles, “Don't you two have a party or something to
go to?”
Rachel squeaks, “Crap,” she starts to run to her room, but pauses halfway there
and turns to point an accusing finger at Blaine, “Don't think this conversation
is over,” and then she's gone.
Blaine's hand goes back up to his neck, feeling self-conscious now that he's
alone with Kurt. He shyly looks up, heart speeding up when he sees the way Kurt
is leering at him. “What?” he whispers, looking back down to his feet.
Kurt shrugs, closing the distance between them and reaching his hand up to
swipe his thumb over the bruise on Blaine's neck, “Nothing,” he murmurs, voice
low and skin hot. “I just like it, that's all.”
They don't do anything else, just stand there, tension growing at an incredibly
fast rate as they wait for Rachel to come back. When she finally does Kurt
steps away with a, “Don't have too much fun all by yourself now,” and a quick
wink before disappearing down the stairs with Rachel in toll.
Blaine wonders if it's possible to die of unresolved sexual tension.
                                      **
They hook up three more times before Kurt and Rachel return to New York; on the
night of the party, Kurt sloppy and intoxicated, a couple of days later in
Kurt's old room, rutting against each other desperately on the bed, and finally
in the bathroom at the airport, Blaine finally managing the courage to slip to
his knees with a shy, “Something to remember me by,” before taking Kurt in his
mouth.
Sam and Tina shake their heads at him when he tells them that it's okay, Kurt's
gone now and it doesn't matter any more. “It was like a summer romance, except
it happened over Christmas break.”
They obviously don't believe him, but that's fine because Blaine doesn't
believe himself either
                                      **
From Kurt (00:03)
  You up?
From Blaine (00:03)
  Yeah. What's up?
 From Kurt (00:04)
My dick.
I can't stop thinking about your lips around me.
I'm so hard Blaine, fuck
From Blaine (00:05)
  Shit.
From Kurt (00:06)
Rachel was talking about how you called her and all I could think about was you
on your knees in front of me in that dingy bathroom, staring up at me with your
mouth wrapped tightly around my cock.
You took it so well Blaine. Couldn't even tell it was your first time.
From Blaine (00:08)
Fuck, Kurt, you can't just say things like that.
From Kurt (00:09)
You know what I really want?
To fuck your mouth.
I know it might take a while to get you to that point, but I'm willing to put
in the extra time.
From Blaine (00:12)
I want that too, god
wnt yor cock kurt
From Kurt (00:13)
Are you touching yourself?
Because I am
From Blaine (00:15)
fuck yes
tell me more kurt
tell me what you want to do to me
From Kurt (00:16)
I want to strip you down, get you totally naked. I bet you look amazing naked.
All that tan skin and tight muscles. You're so new Blaine.
I'd get my mouth all over you, wouldn't leave an inch untouched
I'd kiss down your neck, over your collarbones, down to your sweet little
nipples
Suck on them until they get nice and hard
Are you touching them Blaine? Bet your nipples are real sensitive aren't they?
From Blaine (00:18)
 don't stop please
feels so good
From Kurt (00:19)
Never.
After I got you squirming under me I'd keep kissing down your chest, getting
closer and closer to where you want me
But I wouldn't give you want you want. I wouldn't even touch your cock, even
though it was begging for it.
I'd move lower, get my mouth on your thighs, make you even harder
I'd tease you, kiss my way back up to your cock and lick at your balls
From Blaine (00:22)
 please please suck my cock kurt please
From Kurt (00:23)
But that's not what I want, baby
Maybe after I got your balls and nice and wet I'd move down lower
Ask you to spread your perfect ass for me
Can you do that Blaine? Can you spread your ass out for me?
From Blaine (00:25)
 fuck yes, anything
i'll do anything for you, shit
From Kurt (00:26)
That's what I like to hear
I'd run my fingers over you, over that sweet little hole of yours. I bet it's
nice and tight, isn't it Blaine? Have you ever had anything in that tight hole?
From Blaine (00:27)
 just my fingers
From Kurt (00:28)
How many? How many fingers did you put in that greedy virgin hole of yours?
From Blaine (00:28)
jsut two. wanted to stay tgiht. wnna sty tight for u
From Kurt (00:29)
And you are. You're so tight, I can tell. So perfect for me
From Blaine (00:31)
what nxt? please kurt
From Kurt (00:32)
Next I'd lick you, right there, right on your tight little hole. Lick you all
over, get you nice and wet for me
Wouldn't give you more until you were begging, until you couldn't stand not
having my tongue inside you, until you were fucking yourself on my face
From Blaine (00:34)
please put yoru tonge in me kurt please please
From Kurt (00:35)
Come on, baby, you can do better than that. Where do you want my tongue?
From Blaine (00:36)
in my hole, in my slutty little virgin hole need it so bad please kurt please
give it to me
kurt
kurt please i need it
kurt
kurt
fuck
From Kurt (00:53)
Sorry, Rachel woke up, though she heard something and now she can't go back to
sleep. I promised I'd stay up with her.
From Blaine (00:55)
That's okay.
I finished without you ;)
From Kurt (00:56)
Naughty boy.
I should punish you for that
From Blaine (00:58)
Can you do it tomorrow? It's getting late and I sort of have to get up early
for school.
From Kurt (1:00)
Sounds like a plan
Get your pretty little ass to bed
From Blaine (1:02)
Good night :-)
From Kurt (1:03)
Good night ;-)
                                      **
“I don't think it's healthy,” Tina tells him a few days later, “You're siting
here, pining for him, while he's off in New York doing god knows what. Whose to
say he isn't screwing around with some other guy as we speak?”
Blaine glares at her, “I didn't tell you so that you would give me grief.”
She huffs and crosses her arms, “Why did you tell me then Blaine? Because I
thought I made myself pretty clear when you told me about you and Kurt the
first time.”
“I told you because you're my best friend,” he tries not to sound too
exasperated, “This is the guy I've been crushing on forever, okay? He's
nevershown any interest in me before now, and even if it's only sexual interest
I'll take it. Better to have love and lost than to have never loved at all,
right?”
Tina shakes her head, “I don't think that's what that saying means.”
“Whatever,” Blaine bites a large piece of his sandwich off, “I'm happy. I don't
care what you think.”
She purses her lips, “You know I just don't want you to get hurt, right?”
Blaine sighs, “I know,” he takes another bite of his sandwich, “But you also
have to realize that I'm old enough to make my own decisions. Tina, this is the
first time a guy has shown any interest in me. Can't you just be happy that I'm
happy?”
“I can try,” she concedes, “But just know that when he breaks your heart I
deserve every right to say I told you so.”
He laughs, “Deal.”
                                      **
From Kurt (12:45) :
When's your march break?
Blaine looks down at his phone carefully, eyes constantly looking back up to
make sure his teacher hasn't noticed he has it out.
From Blaine (12:46):
 Two weeks. Why?
He waits for the answer impatiently, almost giving himself away with how
quickly he opens the text when it arrives. He knows that Sam is judging him off
to the side, but he doesn't even care. If this is what he thinks it is...
From Kurt (12:49):
Come visit. Tell your parents it's to see Rachel.
I can't stand not touching you.
Blaine flushes a bright red and bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself
from smiling too widely.
From Blaine (12:51):
I'll see what I can do.
                                      **
Blaine only has to spend about ten minutes in New York to know it's where he
wants to spend the rest of his life. Rachel keeps grinning at him like a crazy
person, going on and on about how amazing the city is – as if Blaine doesn't
already know.
Everything is bigger here, better, brighter. It's overwhelming in the best
possible way and Blaine can't believe he still has to wait two years and a bit
to move out here.
“Kurt will be home soon,” Rachel tells him absentmindedly as she leads him
through their loft on a tour, “So will Santana, probably – don't get too
offended by... well, her.”
Blaine has to purse his lips together to make sure he doesn't chuckle. He's
gotten many a text from Kurt complaining about Santana, a girl they'd met at
the diner they worked at who'd been couch surfing and looking for something
more permanent.
“Where am I staying?” he asks, glancing around. It's not like there's much
space, especially with three people already living there. He's pretty sure he
can guess which Rachel's area of the apartment is, but he's having a difficult
time figuring out which of the two remaining beds is Kurt's and which is
Santana's. “The couch?”
“Unless you want to share with me,” Rachel chirps, floating over to the
kitchen, “I'm making veggie burgers for dinner, how many do you want?”
“Oh, god, please no,” comes a familiar voice from the doorway, accompanied by a
loud groan. Blaine turns to see Kurt walking in, unwrapping a scarf from his
neck, “If you're subjecting us to those you have to at least let me go out and
buy cheesecake, because oh my god.”
Blaine smiles at him shyly, waving a little, “Hey, Kurt,” he says, going for
casual. Kurt winks at him.
“Whatever,” Rachel huffs from the kitchen, “But I'm not paying for it. Blaine,
how many veggie burgers?”
“Just one, please,” he manages, not taking his eyes off Kurt.
“Kurt?”
“None. I'll just have the cheesecake. Come on,” he whispers to Blaine, grasping
his wrist tightly and dragging him over to the door, “I'm kidnapping Blaine,”
he calls back.
“Don't lose him,” Rachel responds. Kurt smirks back and Blaine and whispers,
“Don't plan to,” before pulling him out of the apartment.
They don't hold hands, walking casually down the stairs and out into the
streets without saying anything. Blaine can feel his heart pounding wildly in
his chest and finds himself glancing over at Kurt every other second, blushing
when Kurt glances back.
“Here,” Kurt suddenly reaches out and pulls Blaine into a small alley at the
side of his building. Blaine squeaks a little when his back hits the brick
wall, but Kurt just swallows it down, sucking Blaine's tongue into his mouth
instantly. “Missed this,” he whispers, “Couldn't wait till summer to have you
again.”
“Me-Me too,” Blaine gasps, tilting his head up to get Kurt to kiss him again.
“Are we- here?”
Kurt laughs, “No,” he kisses Blaine wet and dirty for a moment, “I just had to
greet you properly.”
“Oh,” Blaine breathes. Kurt presses their mouths together for a couple more
minutes before begrudgingly agreeing they need to get going or Rachel will
start to get worried.
They still don't hold hands on the way to the bakery, or on the way back, but
their shoulders bump several times, and Kurt keeps grinning at him, so Blaine
still counts it as a victory.
                                      **
They don't get as much alone time as Blaine was hoping for, but he supposes
it's to be expected. After all, Kurt and Rachel don't have their march break
until a couple weeks down the road, meaning they still have to attend all their
classes, and when they aren't attending class they're working at a diner
downtown. Blaine finds he spends more time in the diner than he does anywhere
else, catching up on homework and blushing whenever Kurt winks at him or licks
his lips in his direction.
Sometimes Kurt will drag Blaine into the break room, claiming he's bored and
wants some entertainment, only to push him up against a wall as soon as they're
alone and shove his tongue down his throat. They never do more than make out
heavily when they're at the diner, saving the real fooling around for when
they're alone in the apartment and able to roll around on Kurt's bed together.
“I wish I could stay longer,” Blaine mourns at one such time, running his
fingers lightly over Kurt's chest. Kurt chuckles, the action reverberating
throughout his chest and making Blaine smile. He leans in a little closer,
throwing his arm across Kurt's stomach so he can situate his head firmly
between Kurt's pecks. “What?” he asks when Kurt continues to laugh.
“Nothing,” Kurt promises, one hand coming down to thread through Blaine's hair,
“I just wish you could stay longer too, that's all.”
Blaine presses his lips together then blurts out, “I want to live here one
day.”
“Do you?” Kurt asks lazily, a finger twirling one of Blaine's curls. Blaine
nods.
“I love it,” he muses, “I love the environment, and I love the people, and I
love being close to Rachel... and you, of course,” he blushes a little as he
says it, “It's just amazing. The whole city.”
“It does seem to have that effect on people,” Kurt says, “But you still have
two and a half years of high school left. Don't tie yourself down to one idea
just yet.”
Blaine nods, even though he knows that it doesn't matter how many other options
he considers; he's going to come to New York even if it kills him. He presses
his cheek directly to Kurt's bare skin, “Does it bother you?” he whispers. When
Kurt makes an inquisitive sound he continues, “That I'm in high school. That
we're so far away. I mean, what's the point of having a fuck buddy if he's not
a booty call away, right?”
Kurt laughs again, making Blaine flush bright red, “Have I told you lately that
you're adorable?” He asks quietly. Blaine buries his face in Kurt's chest. Kurt
moves his hands down so he can wrap his arms tightly around Blaine, “No. It
doesn't bother me. It's...” he's quiet for a second, allowing Blaine a moment
to cuddle closer, to pretend like this is something more than it is, “Is it
horrible if I say it's kind of hot? That you're still in high school, that it's
all- new? To you? God, that sounds absolutely awful. Wow, please ignore that.”
Blaine smiles to himself, “It's not horrible,” he replies, shifting so his head
is resting on one of his arms and he's looking up at Kurt, who is blushing just
as badly as he is, “I- It's the same for me. I like that you're... older. That
you know what you're doing.”
Kurt bites down on his bottom lip, then nods, “Get up here Anderson.” Blaine
does, goes up willingly, lets himself be devoured by Kurt, not allowing himself
a single second to regret it.
                                      **
He has to leave eventually, but when he does it's with the promise that Kurt
and Rachel will try and come down to Lima for a couple of days during their
March Break. He hugs Rachel goodbye, and then, before he can stop himself,
presses a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek and scurries off to security.
He pretends it doesn't bother him when he arrives in Lima and finds he doesn't
have any texts from Kurt. He sends one to both he and Rachel letting them know
he got back safe. Rachel replies almost instantly. Kurt doesn't.
                                      **
From Kurt (1:34)
fck blain
why ddi you hve to do that
cnt stp thnkng abut you
want yu sob ad
all of you
nt jst ths fuc bddyyy nonesnce
blaien?
fck it
im callng u
                                      **
“Hello?” Blaine rasps blearily into his phone. He's greeted by heavy breathing
on the other side, loud and harsh. “Who is this?” he glances at the digital
clock his nightstand, “Jesus.”
“Blaine,” comes Kurt's voice, a little slurred, “Blaine, you weren't answering
your texts so I called you.”
“I see that,” Blaine replies, going for sarcastic but falling short. God, it's
way too early in the morning for this. “What's so important that you had to
call at one in the morning?”
“I-” something sounds loudly on Kurt's side, “Whoops. Anyway, I-”
“Kurt,” Blaine speaks as slowly and evenly as he can, “Are you drunk right
now?”
Kurt giggles, “Maybe. Santana took me to a club.”
“That's great. Can we please talk tomorrow?”
“No,” Kurt drags it out, “No, now, have to talk now or I'll forget,” he pauses
and Blaine hears him take in a deep breath. “There was this guy at the club. He
came up to me and just- and I said no, you know? But he wasn't getting it, and
I wanted to tell him no because I have a boyfriend but I don't, you know? And I
didn't think I wanted that because you're so young and pretty and you're my
best friends younger brother but I don't care anymore. I want to get hit on by
a guy and say 'no sorry I have a boyfriend'. Do you understand what I'm
saying?”
Blaine's heart feels like it might burst out of his chest, but still- “Kurt,
listen to me very carefully,” he waits for Kurt to hum in acknowledgement, “I
need you to get a glass of water, take an aspirin, and go to sleep. We'll talk
in the morning when you aren't drunk, okay?”
“Do you not want me?” Kurt fires back instantly, “Because if you don't it's
whatever, I can just-”
“No, Kurt, I do. I promise, I do. But you're drunk. Let's talk about it
tomorrow when we're both clearheaded, alright?”
“Hummel!” a voice calls out, one that sounds suspiciously like Santana, “You
better not be talking to who I think you're talking to!”
“Busted,” Kurt giggles, “Talk tomorrow. Love you.”
And then he hangs up, leaving Blaine with nothing but his thoughts and silence.
He doesn't fall asleep until four in the morning.
                                      **
From Kurt: (12:31)
Can we skype?
Blaine stares at the text for far too long, chewing on his thumbnail, knees
tucked up close to his chest. He's not exactly sure that he wants to hear what
Kurt's going to say – what if he doesn't remember the previous night? What if
he chalks it up to drunken stupor and takes back everything he's said about
wanting to be with Blaine? He's not quite sure if he can handle that.
Ten minutes pass before he pulls his laptop off his desk and on to his bed.
Kurt looks rough when he answers Blaine's call. He's got large bags under his
eyes, his hair is ruffled, and the t-shirt he's wearing has definitely seen
better days. Still, Blaine can't help but think he looks beautiful. Can't help
but want to wake up next to Kurt like this one day.
“Hi,” Kurt croaks, rubbing at his eyes. Blaine smiles at him despite himself.
“Hey,” he replies.
Kurt chews on his bottom lip for a second, then says, “I don't really know what
to say.”
“You were really drunk last night.”
“Yeah, I know,” he ran a hand through his already messy hair, “Santana- never
mind, you already know this.” Blaine nodded. Kurt was quiet for a second, just
staring at his computer screen before he let out a loud groan, “Blaine, you
have to give me some sort of sign here. I have to know what angle to take.”
Blaine frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Kurt shifts his computer a little, getting comfortable, “I can't tell
if you're creeped out by the prospect of me having actual feelings for you, or
if you're into it. And I can't decide if I should tell you that I wasn't lying
last night and that I really do want to be with you, or that I was really drunk
and ask you to forget the whole thing.”
Blaine swallows the lump that's built in his throat, “You said you loved me.”
Kurt groans, “I did say that, didn't I? Blaine, seriously, if you want us to
forget everything-”
“I don't want that,” Blaine whispers. He wrings his hands in his lap, “But I
think we need to be very clear about what we want here. I feel like our signals
got mixed when we started... this,” he gestures between himself and Kurt's face
on the computer screen, “And that eventually got cleared up, but I don't want
to go through that again.”
“Oh god,” Kurt buries his face in his hands, “You thought we were dating didn't
you? At Christmas? Fuck.”
“It's okay,” Blaine quickly reassures, “I know it was just hooking up. I'm fine
with it. Seriously.”
“Shit, Blaine. I didn't know, okay? I was- I am an idiot,” he ducks his head a
little, “I've never really done this before. Like-” he huffs, as if annoyed
with himself, “I've fooled around with a couple of guys at parties, but never
anything serious. And then I came back to Lima and you were all fresh faced and
gorgeous and Rachel's younger brother and I guess I sort of freaked out,” he
glances up at Blaine, eyelashes framing his eyes beautifully, “Do you- Am I
making any sense?”
“Not really,” Blaine teases, which makes Kurt laugh. “But I get it. I know I'm
just a high school kid that still has two years and a bit to go but... I really
like you, Kurt. So much that...” he looks away, feeling a blush crawl up his
cheeks, “That I was willing to just fool around with you because I knew it was
all I would ever get from you.”
Kurt doesn't answer for a while, and Blaine can't see what he's doing because
at the moment he's a little too embarrassed to meet Kurt's eyes. Finally
thought, Kurt breathes out a quiet, “Blaine.” It sounds like a prayer and it
makes Blaine want to sing.
“I'm so sorry,” Kurt continues, “If I had known- god. I wish you'd said
something, I would have-”
“Told me you love me?”
Kurt chuckles at that, and the sound is so honest and sweet that Blaine finds
himself looking up to meet his eyes. Kurt's blushing just as hard as he is,
fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head gently as he
smiles. “We're both idiots,” he murmured, smiling at Blaine so wide it must be
hurting his face. Blaine smiles back.
“So... Do you want to?”
“Want to what?”
Blaine shrugs awkwardly, “Be with me?” he says it quietly, hopefully.
“Blaine Anderson-Berry,” Kurt sits up straighter as he says it, “I don't think
I've ever wanted anything more.” He pauses, looking down at himself and then
saying, “But can we wait to make it official until I get there for March Break?
I sort of want to kiss you silly right after becoming boyfriends.”
“Kurt Hummel,” Blaine teases, “I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.”
                                      **
Kurt comes back a week later and kisses Blaine square on the mouth in front of
Blaine's dads and his dad and Rachel.
Rachel freaks out.
So do their parents.
Blaine really doesn't care.
 
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