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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine/_Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine, Burt_Hummel, Kurt_Hummel
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-11-14 Completed: 2010-11-16 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7695
****** I'll be Your Valentine ******
by Fabrisse
Summary
     From the Kurt_Blaine LJ community, Polychromator on LJ has a prompt
     that reads "Blaine goes to Dalton, so he must be pretty loaded.
     So - he takes Kurt out to one of those insanely expensive
     restaurants, with the Michelin Star chefs and where an entree costs
     £50."
Notes
     All three segments, set up, the date, and coming home are in one
     story now. The first two chapters are Teen to Mature for some making
     out. The third chapter is Explicit.
***** Planning Permission *****
Kurt was a little surprised when Blaine pulled his car into Kurt's driveway and
killed the engine. They usually sat in the car at the curb for a minute or two
and then Kurt walked to the front door alone -- he'd insisted after Blaine
walked him to the front door after their first date. It was too much like some
teen romance from the fifties.
Tonight, Blaine ignored him, even coming around the car and opening his door.
"I've told you before, I'm not a girl."
"If you were, we wouldn't be dating. That doesn't mean I shouldn't be a
gentleman." Blaine was thoroughly amused, and Kurt distrusted it.
"Besides, Kurt, I told you that I need to speak to your dad."
"You don't need to ask his permission for us to go steady. I don't think people
actually do go steady." His face softened as they got to his front door. He
leaned in and kissed Blaine goodnight.
Blaine responded by putting one hand on Kurt's hip to brace him and reaching
around with the other to ring the doorbell.
Kurt's head shot up, affronted. "You're very sneaky."
"Just determined. Same as you."
***
Burt hadn't expected to hear the doorbell at ten-thirty. Kurt's curfew -- and
after seeing how Kurt looked at that Blaine guy, Burt had slammed down a curfew
-- was midnight. When he opened the door, there was his son with his lips
reddened from kissing and Blaine standing beside him.
"Sorry, Dad," Kurt said and entered the house. "Blaine says he wants to talk to
you, and it's clearly without me, so I'll just head to my room."
Burt stood there dumbfounded as he watched his son's perfect flounce down the
stairs to the basement. When he turned back to his son's date, Blaine was
staring after Kurt with longing.
"He has such a graceful walk," Blaine said simply.
"Yeah. The kid's always seemed so delicate. It blew my mind the first time I
realized he was nearly as tall as me." He gestured to the living room. "Have a
seat."
Blaine let Burt pick his own seat on the sofa before sitting in the chair
exactly opposite.
Burt muted the television and said, "So your school's back in session next
week?"
"Yes, sir."
"You've been seeing Kurt a lot during the Christmas break."
"It's been great to have the opportunity, but, yes, next week it goes back to
Friday nights and some time on Saturday or Sunday if we don't have other
commitments."
Burt nodded. "I can let Kurt decide his schedule at the shop based around
yours. He likes you."
Blaine nodded. "It's mutual, sir. And I appreciate the offer, but don't be
surprised if Kurt doesn't accept it. He's still worried about you."
"Yeah. He's getting better about letting it be Carole's job, though. Where are
my manners, can I get you anything?"
"I'm fine, sir." Blaine thought for a minute. "Actually, a glass of water would
be great, but, if it's all right, I'll get it myself."
"I guess you do know your way around here after the last week or two." Burt
looked after him and then checked the score on the game.
"I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't keep you from your game."
"It's fine, really, Blaine. I take it you don't like basketball much?"
"I prefer hockey. That was the one thing about changing to Dalton Academy, no
hockey team."
"Hockey. Really."
"It's an elegant game, sir. Football and basketball never really grabbed me the
same way."
Burt nodded. "Well, I don't think Kurt has had any sport 'really grab' him."
Blaine took a deep breath. "It's Valentine's day soon."
"It's over a month away. I tend to forget about it until the commercials
reminded me." Burt thought for a minute. "Don't you Warbler guys have some sort
of performance on Valentine's day? Kurt already asked me for the time off."
"We do. And we'll all wander off with our dates afterward and have to be back
on the dorms by ten-thirty, so not exactly a big gesture." He took a sip of his
water. "The thing is, we have parent-teacher conferences on the following
Thursday and Friday, so Dalton gets a five day President's day holiday. I want
to take Kurt to Chicago for that long weekend. Ideally, I'd like to take him
for the whole five days -- leave Wednesday right after school and come back on
the Monday."
Burt's focus narrowed. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. Eighteen in March."
"And you think I'm going to let you take my son across two state lines to stay
in a big city hotel with someone he's only known six weeks." His voice was low
and tight.
"By then it will be three months and not a hotel. I knew I should have planned
what I was going to say better." Blaine raised his hands placatingly, but kept
eye contact.
Burt relaxed. "All right. Let's hear it. I won't interrupt, but you tell me the
whole plan in less than two minutes."
Blaine began, "My Aunt Kent invited me to bring a friend when I stay with her
over that long weekend. She has two guest rooms. I wouldn't be sharing a room
with Kurt. Other than that, I have tickets to see a new production of 'Pippin'
that may go on to Broadway. I want to take Kurt out for a romantic dinner and
show him off. And I have an art history paper due the Friday after I come back,
so we'll have to hit the Art Institute of Chicago. Other than that, anything
Kurt wants to see or do, we'll do."
"I'm still stuck on 'Aunt Kent.'"
Blaine grinned. "Mary Kent Fountains found out in kindergarten that there were
four other Marys in her class. She's been Kent ever since. If there's a
straight person in the world who will really get Kurt's sense of self-
definition, it's her. I have her email address and telephone number to give
you. She thought you might want to talk to the adult we'll be staying with."
"She sounds like a sensible woman. Now here's my counter-offer." Burt waited to
make sure he had Blaine's full attention. "You drive here Wednesday afternoon,
stay the night, and you don't leave for Chicago until mid-morning on Thursday.
I don't want you driving that distance at night in the middle of winter."
Blaine nodded.
"You come back on Sunday because the traffic and the accidents will be worse on
Monday since it's a holiday weekend. I don't expect you to leave at the crack
of dawn or anything, but call me if you think you're going to be here later
than six."
"Yes, sir."
"Now about the whole we won't share a bedroom thing. I was a teenaged boy. I
met Kurt's mother when I was your age, so I know how serious things can be."
"Mister Hummel, I'm not going to pretend that some of my attraction to Kurt
isn't physical. We wouldn't be dating if I weren't, but I go to an honor code
school. I can get kicked out for lying, even in a non-school situation. I've
given Aunt Kent my word that I'll be a gentleman while I'm under her roof. I'm
giving you my word. I'll probably see exactly how elastic the word gentleman
is, but I'm not doing this to seduce him. I just want to give him something
special for our first Valentine's Day."
Burt leaned back on the sofa, staring at the boy in front of him. "First. That
tells me most of what I need to know right there." Burt thought it over. "Kurt
pays for his share of the gas. If you have to call triple-A, call me right
afterward. I know most of the shops in a six state radius. I'll make sure
whoever helps you knows to look out for you. And, uh, let Kurt know what it
would be appropriate to bring your Aunt as a hostess gift. I'd never heard of
the things, but it will reassure him if he knows what's right."
Blaine grinned. "It's all right then."
"Well, let me make those phone calls. I'd like to talk to your folks too. Which
one is your Aunt Kent related to?"
"Mom's maiden name is Fountains." He dug out a card and a pen and gave Burt his
parents email addresses and phone number. "It's just the home number. They
don't give out their cell numbers much."
Burt glanced at it and put it in his wallet.
Blaine took a deep breath. "Is there anything you want to ask me, sir?"
"Call me Burt. I mean, if that honor code school of yours allows it."
"I haven't heard of any restrictions." He tried to smile reassuringly.
It was Burt's turn to look nervous. "How did they, how did you, I mean it
wasn't like I didn't know, but Kurt still had a hard time…?"
"Coming out to you?"
Burt nodded.
"It wasn't easy. I think my Dad's still hoping it's a phase, and my Mom's still
hoping I'll get interested in decorating."
Burt chuckled. "You aren't like Kurt. There was no doubt in anyone's mind from
the time he was two. But you…"
He'd heard it before; some people were surprised that he was gay. He seemed so
"normal" -- whatever that was. Blaine looked at Kurt's father. He wanted to
yell for some reason, like that ever helped. And then it hit him. Burt wasn't
asking for Kurt to be different; he was wondering if Blaine was going to decide
girls were safer and break his son's heart.
"Burt, when did you know you were straight?"
"I got sent home from preschool for trying to kiss all the girls in the class,
but I don't know. I never really thought about it."
"At least once a year, my family goes somewhere together. When I was nine, we
spent a week out in San Francisco. My dad had a conference or something there,
but I saw two guys walking together. And when they got to the corner, they
kissed goodbye -- just a quick peck, like my parents when they came home from
work. For the first time, I thought, 'they're like me.'" Blaine shook his head.
"I must have said something because when I came out to my parents five years
later, they both mentioned that moment." He shrugged. "Dad put me into aikido
classes -- well, he tried to put me into Krav Maga, I asked for aikido -
- because he thought I should know how to fight or at least how not to get hurt
too badly. A year later, I was at Dalton."
"Were you bullied?"
Blaine just nodded.
"You're a hell of a man, kid." He glanced at the clock. "Call your folks. It's
late. The roads are icy, and I figure if I wouldn't let Kurt drive that
distance in those conditions, I shouldn't let you. You're staying here tonight
on the sofa. Finn should be back around midnight, and there are pancakes for
breakfast. If Kurt doesn't think my cholesterol's too high, there might even be
poached eggs."
"Who can resist a couch and poached eggs?" Blaine smiled and pulled out his
cell phone. "I have my bag in the car so I can grab something to change into."
"You can tell Kurt you're staying the night, but once Finn's home, everyone
goes to his own room, right?"
"Yes, sir. Burt."
"And don't tell Kurt about Chicago yet. I will call your Aunt. You sure you're
okay with me calling your folks?"
"Yeah. I … It's fine."
Burt took in the hesitance. He took out the card for the shop. "Call me before
you pick Kurt up for your next date. I'll let you know if it's all right,
then." He patted the kid on the shoulder. "Now, let me get you some blankets."
***** Weekend in Chicago *****
Kurt stepped out of the town car and took the waiting hand. The three of them
walked down the red carpet together and before they got to the end of it, Kurt
had seen John Malkovich, Jeremy Piven, and at least two Cusacks.
***
The night before
"So how'd you end up driving a sixty-six Mustang convertible? Those things are
rare." Burt sounded admiring as he said it.
Blaine smiled at him. "Dad bought it used when he was in high school in the
seventies. Refurbished it himself. Drove it through college, well, right up
until my older sister was born according to Mom, and then put it away for his
eldest son. The day I got my learner's permit, I got the car."
"But it's an antique; surely he should keep it somewhere safe." Carole liked
the serious young man who was sitting next to Kurt.
"He made me work for it. I couldn't get behind the wheel until I could change a
tire without help. I wasn't allowed to drive other than in a parking lot until
I could change my own oil. Dad wanted me to be able to repair the car myself,
and it's really not easy to do that with the modern cars with chips in them. I
don't think Kurt's car even has a distributor cap."
"And yours doesn't have a catalytic converter," Kurt said.
"Trade-offs." Blaine teased Kurt a little with it.
"It has snow tires, right?"
"Yes, Burt, and a spare. There are chains in the trunk, an emergency tool kit,
and a stranded kit that includes two flashlights, one of which is a hand crank,
blankets, power bars, and an entrenching tool."
Burt smiled at the young man. "A dad worries."
Blaine said, "I understand." He looked across the table and asked, "So, Finn,
what did you and Rachel do for Valentine's Day?"
Finn told him.
***
The drive from Lima to Chicago hadn't been too bad. They got on the road at
about ten, stopped for a break around noon, and pulled into the condo complex
where Blaine's aunt lived around three.
Blaine dialed his aunt's number on the security gate and was let through
immediately. He went to the assigned parking spot with the ease of long
practice, and turned to Kurt, "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be. Is this building art deco?"
"Yeah, but ask Aunt Kent about it, you'll be in her good graces forever."
Aunt Kent turned out to be a stylish woman in her mid fifties. Her hair was
silver, but the cut was chic, and she moved and wore her clothes like a woman
decades younger. Kurt thought he might be a little in love with her.
She'd insisted that Kurt call her Aunt Kent and showed him to his room -- a
large bedroom at the back of the apartment with its own bath. Blaine's room was
just off the living room and shared the bathroom with his aunt. Physically, his
bedroom was closer to Kurt's than his aunt's, but thanks to the layout, there
was no way he could get to Kurt -- or vice-versa -- without his aunt hearing.
"Very well thought out, Aunt Kent." Blaine kissed her cheek.
"You young ones think we forget what it's like. We don't. That's why we give
you the fun of the forbidden."
Kurt was looking around the living room marveling at the décor. He found a
framed photograph that showed a woman who was definitely a young Aunt Kent
looking very glamorous.
"Since you're so interested, would you like to see my bedroom, Kurt?"
"I didn't mean to be rude."
"You weren't."
"Yes, I would."
Aunt Kent opened the door and let Kurt go in. There was a golden abstract
painting on one wall, and a small nude from the early seventies on the far
wall.
Kurt pointed to the abstract. "Mullican?"
"You have a natural eye. Most people don't have a clue who he is."
He gave a little shrug. "I check out the exhibit information at a lot of
museums. There was a big one of his at LACMA a couple of years ago. This is
from his Dyna-ton period, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
Kurt wandered closer to the nude. "I don't recognize the artist."
"No reason you should. He didn't become famous, though that painting was a mild
scandal for about five minutes."
Kurt looked at it more intently. "You?"
"I was seventeen, and when my father cut my allowance, I did life modeling to
keep myself solvent."
"I've read that it's actually quite difficult to keep still for that long.
There's no shame in work."
"No, Kurt there isn't." She turned to her nephew. "Since you insisted on
getting opening night tickets, we need to be at the theater early. The car
service is picking us up at six-thirty. We can walk back, but the crowd will
just be too big on the way there. I have some smoked salmon to make sandwiches
with before we go. Or I can order pizza, if you'd prefer."
"Sandwiches are fine, Aunt Kent. Why don't we let Kurt go shower, and then I'll
take mine when he gets out. Or do you want to go first."
"I've never needed much time to primp."
"I can see why. Your skin is flawless," Kurt said.
"Go get ready. My nephew can keep me company for awhile."
Kurt nodded and went to his bedroom.
When they could hear the water running, Blaine asked, "What do you think of
him?"
"Since I've known him all of five minutes… He's hungry for life, and that can
be uncomfortable to be around. But he knew how to touch…" She noted her
nephew's blush. "I meant my things. He's very observant, and I have a feeling
that he's not as quiet as he seems right now."
"No. He's not."
Aunt Kent looked at him. "If you don't love him, break it off with him quickly
and finally. If you do, well, I think you could be very good for each other."
She brushed a stray hair from his forehead.
"Love? I mean, yeah, I've been friends with guys and turned on by guys before,
but I haven't exactly defined what I feel for Kurt."
"Has he ever been out of Ohio before?"
"I don't think so."
"But he longs for cities and art and theater, and you've figured out a way to
give him that. Blaine, he's going to fall in love with you, if he hasn't
already. So don't you dare take refuge in 'let's see what happens' or something
like that. You may be young, but you've never been foolish."
Blaine stared at her. "That's why you're my favorite aunt."
"I'm your only aunt. I'm serious, dear. He could hurt you badly if you don't
figure this out sooner rather than later. I'm worried about both of you."
"I know, Auntie." He hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Will it kill the
water pressure if I go ahead and shower now, too?"
"Go ahead. I'm going to lie down for awhile. If you haven't seen me by five-
thirty, knock on my door. Remember, the car will pick us up at six-thirty."
***
They decided to walk home after the performance. Blaine was serenading them
with "Magic to Do."
On the last verse, Kurt came in with the haunting wail, and Aunt Kent did a
double take at his voice. She'd watched them together on the red carpet, seen
them talking when she came out of the ladies' room before the show started, and
now this. They were a couple. She smiled at them as they finished. "The next
song in this impromptu concert better be 'No Time at All' or I might make you
sleep on the balcony."
The boys laughed, looked at each other, and then began the song with Kurt
singing lead and Blaine harmonizing.
Aunt Kent grinned. They were indeed a couple.
***
When they got back to the apartment, Aunt Kent told them to go to their
respective rooms at midnight or receive "an aunt's curse." She then kissed each
of them on the cheek as she exited to her room. "Breakfast is at eight if you
want something cooked. Good night."
The two boys found themselves alone in the living room. By mutual agreement
they headed over to the couch.
After a long silence, Blaine said, "So is 'Corner of the Sky' your next
showpiece number?"
Kurt shook his head. "Too wistful, I want an anthem." He sang softly, "'It's
time to start living, time to take a little from this world we're given'…" Kurt
leaned in and kissed Blaine.
It was light-years away from their first kiss. They'd gotten past the awkward
stage where angles were never right on the first try. Now Kurt knew just how to
evoke a low moan, where to put his hands to hear a breathy hiss from Blaine.
And Blaine knew not to touch him like he was made of glass, knew how to hold
him close, knew how much Kurt liked his throat kissed.
The slow, aching touches had gotten to a point where Kurt was stretched across
Blaine's lap with his feet over the arm of the sofa. After sharing one more
longing, needy kiss Blaine pulled back.
Kurt glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. "We still have half an hour."
"Not if I want to keep my promises, because one more kiss like that? And I'll
start tearing your clothes off." Blaine smiled as he said it.
"Ah. That doesn't sound bad. I mean, as long as I get to peel some of yours
off, too." Kurt knew he was blushing.
Blaine swallowed hard. "Yeah. But I promised to keep it on the right side of
the making out line."
Kurt gave a flirtatious smile and half rolled his eyes. "It's a good thing that
I like that you're so damned honorable." He sat up and fixed his hair before
standing. He held out his hand to Blaine. "I'll walk you to your door, then
retire."
Blaine laughed and took the hand. They walked the few steps to his bedroom, and
Kurt leaned over him in the doorframe and closed in for a kiss.
Kurt's hand was firm on his waist and then it wandered down and cupped Blaine's
ass pulling them together to feel their heat and lengths against each other.
When Blaine moved against him, Kurt broke the kiss. He raised one eyebrow and
said, "Good night, Gentleman."
Blaine watched him walk away with an insolent swagger, and his knees nearly
buckled. Kurt was going to be the death of him.
***
They'd ended up spending the whole day on Friday at the Art Institute of
Chicago. Blaine watched Kurt's eyes go wide at all the beauty surrounding them
and followed where he led. After lunch, he dragged Kurt out of the European
Decorative Arts and found the pieces by Cezanne and Pissarro that he was
supposed to compare for his paper.
"Just promise me you won't burst out into the complete libretto of 'Sunday in
the Park with George' when we turn the corner," Blaine said.
Kurt looked confused. "Why would I…" They turned and there was "Sunday on La
Grande Jatte" taking up a large part of one wall. "Oh."
"I'll be over here, taking notes for my paper. Come back when you're ready."
When they finally tore themselves away from the art museum at closing, Blaine
called Aunt Kent and she met them for dinner -- Chicago-style pizza.
***
Kurt couldn't remember what they'd done all day as they checked in at the
elevator and gave up their overcoats. He was wearing a sixties vintage vested
suit he'd found at a thrift shop in Lima and tailored himself. It was black and
he had on a bright turquoise tie and pocket square.
Blaine's suit was charcoal grey and a much more conservative cut, but they
looked well together and that gave him courage. Of course, Blaine also smelled
wonderful. Kurt finally had the chance to give him his belated Valentine's Day
gift and Blaine was wearing just the faintest hint of the cologne.
On the ninety-fifth floor, the elevator opened onto an elegant restaurant with
a view of the Chicago skyline and the lake.
Kurt breathed out and he knew his grin probably made him look like a hick from
Ohio, but this was every fantasy he'd ever had about a dinner date -- including
the handsome, confident man at his side. When Blaine guided him with a hand at
the base of his spine, Kurt's shoulders straightened as he followed the maitre
to their table.
They were seated next to each other, so they could share the view. Two menus
were put on each plate and after Blaine had requested a bottle of Evian for the
table, Kurt picked up the first one in front of him.
"There aren't any prices."
"Because you're my guest," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded, startled. "Tell me this isn't a wine list," he said and picked up
the smaller folder. He opened it to find a tasting menu of what looked to be
six or seven courses all with choices to be made. No price on this one either,
but it said "For Two" across the top.
He closed it and turned to Blaine. "What would you suggest?"
"The tasting menu. Do you trust me to order for us? I thought we could each get
something different with every course and taste the other's dish." He could see
Kurt biting his lower lip. "Kurt, if you're uncomfortable, we walk out right
now." He covered Kurt's hand on the tablecloth with his own. "I just wanted to
sweep you off your feet a little."
"Consider me swept." He smiled at Blaine. "I mean even if I ignore the
calories, I don't think I could eat something as large as the tasting menu, and
it must be more expensive."
Blaine heard the emphasis on the final word and relaxed a little. "Actually,
it's not. It's about the average of three courses and coffee. As for the
calories, the portions are smaller so that you can savor the tastes. It would
probably do less harm to the sharp line of your suit than three regular
courses."
"Then it sounds like the tasting menu is a must." He opened it again and
perused. "I'd like to have the duck for my entrée. I've never had truffles -
- other than the chocolate kind."
"Duck it is. Anything else you particularly want?"
Kurt blushed and couldn't meet Blaine's eye as he said, "Not off the menu." He
was gratified when Blaine blushed, too. He said, "I'll trust you for the rest."
Blaine turned his head and made eye contact with the waiter, then placed their
order.
The waiter had only been gone a minute before he came back with not only the
water they'd ordered, but something called an amuse-bouche. Kurt looked at them
as the waiter explained the one on the left was salmon caviar on a sesame-rice
cracker with a hint of wasabi, the one on the right was osetra on a mini blini
with sour cream, and the one in the middle was whitefish caviar on a sour dough
crostini with fresh dill and sweet mustard.
When he left, Kurt grinned at Blaine. "I get to try caviar?"
Blaine grinned back. "Yes, you do."
***
Blaine watched the joy on Kurt's face throughout the meal. At each course, he'd
been careful to have one more conservative choice, just in case Kurt didn't
like something, but Kurt had been thrilled with all the new tastes and
sensations, even the one raw oyster he'd tried. And if Blaine didn't stop
thinking about the low moan that came from Kurt when he'd tasted truffle for
the first time, he might have to go to the men's room to jerk off.
They were finishing their coffee and the last of the mini desserts that came
with their meal, when the waiter returned and told Blaine the car was ready.
Blaine said, "Thank you," and stood.
Kurt did the same. "Do we pay on the way out?" He was confused, even Breadstix
brought the check to the table.
"I paid when I made the reservation."
"Thank you." Kurt looked around the restaurant taking in the view, the other
diners, and the quiet elegance like he was trying to burn the memory into his
brain. As they stepped onto the elevator, he said, "This was perfect."
***
They discussed their schedule for the next day in the car.
When they got out, Kurt asked, "Why doesn't Aunt Kent drive herself?"
"It's cheaper for her to have the car service on retainer than keep one in the
city. If she wants to go long distances she takes the train or flies."
"So no health problems or traumatic experiences or anything?"
"No. And, personally, I think she likes the little bit of a stir it causes when
she gets out of a chauffeur driven car." Blaine grinned at him as he opened the
door to the apartment.
Kurt's eyes were intent on him as they walked through the door and closed it
behind them. He pressed Blaine into the wall and kissed him thoroughly. "That
was the best night of my life," he said.
Blaine pulled him back for another deep kiss and whispered, "For me too."
"And it's going to be a fascinating end to my evening, as well." Aunt Kent's
voice held a wealth of amusement.
They broke apart, shocked, and walked into the living room where she was
reading on the sofa. Both young men kissed her cheek, and then they pointedly
made for chairs across the room from each other.
Blaine said, "Aunt Kent, we're going to leave tomorrow around noon, but we
didn't know if you'd like us to drive you out to Uncle Mark's grave tomorrow."
"I'm sure Kurt doesn't need to…"
"My mother died when I was nine. Anniversaries are important."
"It was Kurt's suggestion," Blaine said at the same time as Kurt.
"Then yes. I would like that. If we leave around nine, we should be there and
back in plenty of time for your departure. There's a good diner not far from
the cemetery. I'll treat us to breakfast." Her voice was firm, but her face was
clearly touched as she focused on Kurt. "I'm sorry you lost your mother so
young, dear." She rose, so Kurt followed Blaine's lead and stood as well.
"I'll see you both in the morning. Midnight, gentlemen." Aunt Kent kissed each
of them on the cheek, and retired with her book.
Blaine's hand shook a little as he cupped Kurt's chin, and Kurt turned his head
and kissed the palm.
Kurt said, "I know midnight's an hour away, but…" his voice was hesitant.
"That line. 'Gentleman' isn't as elastic as I'd hoped."
Kurt nodded. "No, it isn't." He kissed Blaine quickly on the lips and walked
him to his room.
Blaine started to say something, but Kurt stopped him by pressing his
fingertips lightly to his lips.
"I want to do a lot more than make out with you. I may not be ready for
everything, yet, but I know I want more." He swiped his tongue across Blaine's
lips and found himself pulled into a sweet kiss.
"We have four hours on the road tomorrow. We can talk about it, but, more would
be good." They kissed quickly and Kurt started to walk away. Blaine went after
him and stopped him by the front door. "I love you."
Kurt's eyes went wide, and he nodded solemnly. "I love you, too." He squeezed
Blaine's shoulder quickly and went to his room.
***** The Road Home *****
Chapter Summary
     There's a storm on the way back to Lima.
They managed to get on the road by half past twelve, and per their
instructions, they called Burt Hummel as they passed the Chicago city limits
sign to let him know they were on their way and give him a traffic report.
Breakfast had been good and both young men were glad they'd taken Aunt Kent to
the cemetery to visit her husband's grave that morning.
The silence lasted for a long time. Finally, Blaine said, "I mean it. I know
it's pretty early in our friendship, relationship, whatever. Aunt Kent slapped
me upside the head about it, but when I saw how you looked at the Art
Institute, I just knew. This is what love is."
Kurt said a soft, "Yeah. It's different. I've had crushes and attractions and
friends, but …" He turned to Blaine. "I couldn't bear for you to be unhappy. So
don't ever let me be the one to do it to you. I know I get too intense, and I
was so worried that was what I was feeling. But, I can relax with you. Not
since my mom died, I mean, my dad's a good man and he loves me and I love him,
but…"
"I know what you mean. My parents have been accepting, but I know part of the
reason I'm at Dalton is so they don't have to see it, see me their gay son,
every day. It's one of the reasons I like to visit Aunt Kent when I have a
break."
Kurt reached across the shift and patted his thigh. "I'm sorry. I know how
lucky I am to have a father like mine. He used to have tea parties with me." He
grinned at the memory.
Blaine laughed. He picked up Kurt's hand, kissed it, and said, "Pick a radio
station."
Kurt complied.
***
They had passed Plymouth when the storm started. It seemed like a light snow at
first, but Kurt had his iPhone out as soon as the first flurry hit, and the
predictions weren't good.
As they passed a billboard for a Best Western, Kurt called the number on the
sign. There was one room left, and a travel advisory warning people to get off
the road. The hotel would hold the room on Kurt's credit card for one hour
before they gave it away to someone else.
Kurt's next call was to his father explaining the situation and asking Burt to
call and let Aunt Kent know.
Blaine gave him his parents' phone number and Kurt put it on speaker so Blaine
could leave the message.
Fortunately, it took them less than twenty minutes to get to the hotel. The
front desk clerk wouldn't accept their ID and credit cards until Blaine spoke
to a manager and the manager had spoken to Burt Hummel. The manager agreed that
the weather superseded the company policy saying no one under eighteen could
book a room. He gave them free underground parking as an apology, and by three
in the afternoon, they were closing the door behind them.
Kurt looked at the king sized bed, looked at Blaine, and then looked
heavenward. "You know I'm an atheist, right?"
Blaine laughed so hard he fell down on the bed. "Well, I'm nominally Episcopal,
so maybe it was my prayers that were answered."
Kurt placed his bag on the luggage rack and then picked up Blaine's and put it
on the desk. He hung up his overcoat and the one Blaine had dropped.
Blaine was propped on his elbows watching him. "We don't have to do anything. I
think it would be amazing just to sleep beside you."
Kurt gave a little shiver, and Blaine stood up and wrapped his arms around him.
"I can also figure out a way to sleep in the bathtub, since this room doesn't
have a sofa."
"No. I want this, you, so much. But it's a step. How far have you gone with
another guy? Not details or anything, but I know that I don't know what I'm
doing and…"
"I don't have a lot of experience. The only other boyfriend I had -- we didn't
last long, but he was a little pushy, so my knowledge of things isn't just
theoretical. I actually broke up with him right after he fucked me. I hadn't
said no, but I wasn't ready and he made it seem like a condition for being with
him. I'm not as brave as you are. I have a hard time saying no."
He looked a little ashamed, and it was the most natural thing in the world for
Kurt to turn his chin up and kiss him.
Kurt said, "I know neither of us is ready for that yet. Although, I do have
condoms in my travel bag." He winced at the admission.
Blaine kissed his nose. "So do I. And, Kurt, I got tested after I broke up with
Russ. Twice, at the right intervals to make certain."
"I'm glad, but that's … wait a minute, does that mean you never fucked him?"
The profanity sounded odd coming from Kurt.
"No, never."
"Good. My first times with you have meant so much. It's good to know I can be
your first for something."
"First love? Only love, I should say."
Kurt's smile lit up the room. "Does it sound weird if I say I want to have a
shower and change into my pajamas?"
"On a snowy Sunday afternoon? Sounds perfect. Would you like me to shower too?
I don't mean join you in the shower, but…"
Kurt nodded. He kissed Blaine's cheek and went to rummage through his bag for
his pajamas.
***
When Blaine came out of the shower about thirty minutes later, Kurt was sitting
on the far side of the bed with his legs under the covers reading a book for
school and taking notes. Shutting the bathroom door made Kurt look up and
Blaine felt himself get hard under the weight of the appreciative gaze.
"It's not fair," he said as he walked to the other side of the bed.
"What isn't?" Kurt's eyes went wide at seeing Blaine harden through the thin
material.
"You get to see my, um, desire…"
Kurt laughed. "Erection is a perfectly good word."
Blaine grinned at him. "Yeah, well, I don't get to know if…"
Kurt twitched back the covers and looked away.
"Kurt." Blaine's weight dipped the bed from the otherside. "You know it's hot,
right? That you're so turned on by me."
"It's not like we haven't felt it," he said looking at Blaine, "but it's
another step."
Blaine nodded and got under the covers on his side.
They lay there on their backs for several minutes. When their hands touched
between them they clasped tight and rolled to their sides facing each other.
Kurt rubbed the back of his hand against Blaine's chin. "I'll get to see you
with stubble."
"If I'd known that did it for you, I wouldn't have shaved twice on Saturday."
His hand stroked Kurt's hair back from his forehead. "What do you want, right
this minute?"
"I want to see you come." Kurt startled himself with the confession.
"Seems fair, I've already seen your 'o-face.'"
"You have not." Kurt shoved his shoulder playfully.
"Are you telling me you weren't about ten seconds from coming when I sang
'Teenage Dream' to you? Because I have witnesses."
Kurt blushed. "I saw a peacock strutting -- and a Dalton uniform is inadequate
plumage, by the way. I was promised skin tight jeans, and you don't even own a
pair." He stilled Blaine's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger
separately.
"I'll buy a pair as soon as the snow ends, if you promise to keep doing that."
He felt Kurt huff a laugh and continued, "In the meantime, will flannel pajama
bottoms do?"
Kurt hooked his leg over Blaine's and pulled their bodies closer. "I never
thought I'd like flannel for anything."
Blaine slid his hand down Kurt's arm and enjoyed the breathy noise he heard
when he went from the end of the t-shirt sleeve to bare skin. "Biceps. I'd
never realized what nice muscles you have under that wardrobe."
"Cheerleading practice." Kurt kissed him and began nibbling from the corner of
his mouth to the hinge of his jaw. "I didn't know you had chest hair. It's
hot."
"David is really envious of it."
"What's David doing looking at your naked body?"
Blaine turned his head and kissed him. "Don't be jealous. I'm not what he's
into, remember? He's my roommate. Of course, he's seen me shirtless."
"I haven't."
Blaine sat up, and peeled off his t-shirt. "That was easy." He grinned and his
expression softened when he saw the look on Kurt's face. "You don't have to. I
can put it back on, if you like…"
"Don't you dare! All right, that came out a little imperious even for me." Kurt
was blushing. "I just can't believe I really get to touch you." He sat up and
started to pull off his t-shirt, when Blaine's hands stopped him.
"Let me, please," he said softly, and he held Kurt's eyes until Kurt nodded.
Blaine stroked the smooth skin at Kurt's waist and slid his hands up, palming
Kurt's nipples, and finally, tugging the shirt over his head. Kurt was
breathing like he just ran a marathon, and Blaine leaned back with his arms
behind his head and said, "Touch me."
Kurt draped himself across Blaine and began kissing him, rubbing against the
furred skin underneath him, grinding their hips together until Blaine gave up
his nonchalant pose to wrap his arms tightly around Kurt and kiss him
passionately back, pushing up into the friction.
Suddenly, Kurt pushed up on his hands hanging over Blaine, his eyes nearly
black with arousal.
"Did I do something wrong," Blaine asked.
"Hell, no." Kurt's voice was rough. "I just want to, I want to get you off
first."
"Keep talking like that and I will."
"May I…"
Blaine thought for a minute. He reached for Kurt's hand, somewhat amazed that
the younger man was able to hold himself up on one arm, and put it on his cock.
As Kurt's fingers curled around it, he lowered himself back down to Blaine's
chest and began licking at his clavicle.
"I'm not going to last long." The feel of Kurt's fingers stroking up the thick
vein at the front of his cock was sending all sorts of signals up his spine.
"Kurt, coming. Now."
When he opened his eyes a minute later, Kurt was looking at him with absolute
awe.
Kurt said, "You're so beautiful."
"Well, David and Wes told me I'm too cute to be straight, but no one's ever
called me beautiful before."
"Then they were blind." Kurt's voice was shaking with emotion. He looked at his
hand and saw the mess on it and saw the trail of come up Blaine's body. He
leaned down and lapped at a little that had hit Blaine's collarbone.
"Kurt. Kiss me please."
It was the sweetest, most innocent, come-flavored kiss, and Blaine took the
opportunity to ease Kurt onto their sides. "I really want to do the same for
you."
Kurt's eyes were wide as he nodded, and Blaine pulled him close and brushed
their lips together. He slid his hand under the waistband of Kurt's pajamas and
watched Kurt's eyes flutter closed with pleasure. He palmed his way down Kurt's
treasure trail and tangled his fingers in his pubic hair before wrapping his
hand around Kurt's weeping cock. "Is this good?" he asked gently as he tried to
find Kurt's rhythm.
"Yes, so good."
"Don't close your eyes. Please, I want to see."
Kurt's other arm went around him, and he felt his own cold come smear down his
back. There was no reason in the world that should be hot, but it was because
immaculately neat Kurt was so caught up in how he was being touched that he
just responded.
Their eyes were locked as Kurt began to shake and swear, and when he felt Kurt
twitch in his hand and watched him break as he keened, Blaine thought he'd
reached heaven.
They petted each other down with murmurs and kisses and drifted off to sleep
holding each other tight.
Kurt's phone rang an hour or so later, and he answered it.
"Hi, Dad.
"We were just going to grab something for dinner.
"What?
"Of course. I'll tell Blaine to call his folks.
"Love you."
He turned to his boyfriend. "Dad said the weather's getting worse. The storm
won't blow itself out until sometime tomorrow. McKinley and Dalton have both
already announced they'll be closed on Tuesday. I'm supposed to cover tomorrow
night's bill on his credit card."
Blaine smiled. "And I'm supposed to call my parents to let them know that I'll
be stuck here. In a king-sized bed. With my lover."
Kurt put his phone down and knocked Blaine back on the bed to kiss him
thoroughly. "Whatever shall we do?"
Blaine rubbed the faint five o'clock shadow on Kurt's jaw. "I'm sure we'll
figure something out."
***
Burt left the house as soon as he saw the old Mustang coming up the street. He
motioned for Blaine to pull into the driveway.
When they were parked, he waited for them to get out of the car. "Son, grab
Blaine's bag too. He's staying here tonight." Burt watched his son check with
Blaine before complying.
"Dad…"
"We'll be in in a moment," Burt said.
Blaine nodded, and Kurt took both bags in the house.
"You weren't under your aunt's roof."
"No, sir, we weren't." Blaine met his eyes.
"The rules are the same here. If you stay the night, one of you is on the
couch. No sneaking around after midnight, and if I catch you two doing
something that I think crosses the line, I will ground Kurt."
"Yes, sir."
Burt looked at his son's boyfriend. "It's still Burt. And I have the same rules
for Finn when Rachel visits. Teenagers in love find the time and the place, but
it's not going to be here."
"I understand. Burt."
Burt looked around. "Don't tell Kurt this, but I think he got real lucky in his
boyfriend."
They started up the walk together, and Burt said, "Carole made low-fat lasagna
for dinner. I hope that's all right."
"Kurt's really lucky in his father, too," Blaine said as they went into the
house.
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