So I'm super sorry for the super long wait for an update but I had major writers block and you will probably tell when you read this because there are some filler parts. I actually hate writing fillers because they take away from the point of the story. Oh well. This chapter has some super fluffy smut and we learn something about Blainers.
WARNINGS: smut, blangst, kangst,
Chapter 11
Kurt and Blaine woke up the next morning to see both of Blaine's parents and two uniformed cops. Both boys were taken aback by the seriousness of the four adults faces.
"Um, siamo noi nei guai?" Blaine asked his mom.
"No metà, gli ufficiali vogliono chiedere circa la tiro e tutto ciò che è accaduto tra voi e David." Alex told him.
Kurt and the two officers along with Dereck looked confused at the mother/son interaction.
"Sorry, when he gets really confused or scared he goes to his Italian. He'll answer any questions you have for him," Alex smiled at the officers.
The officers nodded and stepped closer to the bed. "I'm Officer Brown and this is my partner Officer Jones. We just have a few questions for you boys."
Both boys nodded. Kurt made a move to get off the bed but Blaine grabbed his arm. "Si prega di non," he whispered to him.
"Très bien," Kurt replied.
"You speak Italian too?" Officer Brown asked Kurt.
"Oh God no, I know a little bit from being around him so much. I speak French, it's my foreign language for school," Kurt explained, snuggling back behind Blaine.
"Are you both taking a foreign language?" Officer Jones asked.
"Yeah, it's kind of pointless though, his family has a French background, mine has an Italian background, but it also makes the classes fun because we know majority of the words that we learn. I think next year I'm going to take French and he's going to take Italian. Then that way we can talk in our languages and not have to translate for each other."
"Interesting. So how long have you two been together?" Officer Brown asked.
"A little over three months I believe," Blaine answered, looking back at Kurt who nodded.
"And when did Mr. Karofsky start harassing you?"
Kurt took a deep breath, looking at Blaine. It was hard enough for him to tell Blaine about his past with David and now he had to tell two complete and total strangers about it. He already told Alex but he hadn't told Dereck so he was a third person to learn the truth.
"Do you mean just me or both of us?" Blaine asked.
"Are you somehow connected to this Mr. Hummel?" Officer Jones asked.
"Yeah, I'm basically the reason he got shot," Kurt whispered.
"No it's not babe, he's hated me since he saw us kiss in the mall," Blaine told Kurt in a hushed tone.
"How about you tell us everything, starting with you Mr. Hummel," Officer Brown suggested.
Kurt closed his eyes, trying to find his happy place. He instinctively tightened his arms around Blaine. Blaine was his happy place. He buried his head in the crook of Blaine's neck and inhaled deeply before facing the four adults in the room.
"This isn't a pretty story or something I'm particularly proud of, but it's all relevant to Blaine getting shot," Kurt began.
"Just take your time, the more evidence we have against Mr. Karofsky, the better," Officer Jones said softly.
Kurt went over his history with Dave, it never got easier. He cried a lot while telling it, Blaine held him tighter, whispering 'I love you's' and 'it's okay's' to calm him down. He even kissed down his neck when Kurt got chocked up when he talked about all the sexual things he and Dave did. When he got to the first threat, Officer Jones began writing down viciously. Kurt didn't skip anything, he even told them about Chandler and all his bullshit. By the time he was done telling his and Blaine's story, the officers were pleased by the information they had received.
Dave had been tormenting Kurt since freshman year, he has threatened both boys and he has put his hands on both boys in a malice way which led to the shooting of Blaine. And Chandler was in on the shooting and the jumping of Blaine, both these boys were going down.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that boys, but I promise you, neither Mr. Karofsky or Mr. Kiehl will never come near you again in malice way. This will go to trial, but you won't have to worry about that for a few months. So, for right now I suggest you both just rest and try to get on with your lives," Officer Brown said sincerely.
Both boys nodded and so did Alex and Dereck. The officers smiled at the two couples before leaving the room. Both boys had a long period of healing to do, Blaine physically and Kurt mentally.
Blaine has been here before, not shot, but in the hospital at the hands of somebody who couldn't accept him for who is. But Kurt hasn't, he hasn't been a witness to a shooting of somebody he loved, let alone in love with. They'll get past this, they have to, right?
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"No, no fucking way! You're not going!"
"Why not? I'm not going to get hurt!"
"Because I said so, you're not fucking going. End of fucking discussion."
Kurt glared at Blaine. He was being unreasonable and stupidly protective.
"I don't understand why I can't go, they're going to be behind glass so they can't touch me."
"Kurt, I said end of fucking discussion, so I mean end of fucking discussion."
Kurt opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't. What the fuck? Blaine looked equally confused as he watched Kurt trying to speak. Did he do that? That's never happened before. Oh wait, when they had sex in the employee showers at Burt's shop every demand was obeyed. What was wrong with him?
"Speak."
"What the fuck was that? How the fuck did you make me stop talking? What the fuck Blaine?"
"Stop cussing."
"Don't me what the freak to do!" Freak, really Kurt?
"You stopped didn't you," Blaine smirked.
"Freak you! Ugh, Blaine stopping freaking with me!" Kurt sighed exasperatedly.
"Not until you calm the fuck down, Kurt. Honestly, I don't understand why you want to go see the person who shot me and the motherfucker who helped."
"I just want to know why they did it."
Blaine looked at him like he was crazy, which in retrospect, he was. Like seriously? Both Kurt and Blaine both know why Dave shot him and why Chandler helped. Hell, even their parents know why.
"Don't play dumb Kurt, you know good and well why."
Kurt didn't say anything, he was tired of arguing with him. It was pointless, Blaine wasn't going to let him go see Dave and Chandler. No way, no how.
"Can I cuss please?" Kurt asked.
"Why, so you can cuss me out some more about not letting you go see both your ex's?" Blaine asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice that Kurt caught.
"You're jealous," Kurt smirked at him, crossing his arms across his chest.
Blaine didn't speak, he just looked at Kurt with a blank expression.
Kurt continued speaking. "Why are you jealous, and Chandler was never my boyfriend to begin with, we just fooled around a lot."
Blaine still didn't speak, but Kurt could visibly see the anger building up inside of him.
"If you yell at me I swear to God Blaine I'm leaving this damn room and going home," Kurt warned, his voice hard.
Blaine glared at Kurt. Is he bluffing? Can he chance it? No, he better not, he needs Kurt here with him. "Fine, I won't yell. And no I'm not jealous of neither Dave nor Chandler, I went farther than them both with –"
"Stop, don't finish that fr-fucking statement. Is that what this about? How far you can get with me? I'm sorry I was an insecure little bitch two years ago, but I'm not now. I know what I wanted as far as my first time went, and that was you. But now you want to abuse that? Fuck you Blaine. I'm sorry your fucking boyfriend is a fucking whore," Kurt said between his teeth. He grabbed his bag and stormed out of Blaine's hospital room before his tears spilled over.
Blaine lay there feeling stupid, guilty and hurt. Did he really just say that to the love of his life? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
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Blaine had been calling Kurt's phone for the past two days. Kurt lay in his bed crying, ignoring every single call that Blaine made. He didn't want to talk to him, not after what he said. It made no sense, Blaine is the love of Kurt's life, so why would he basically call him a whore? Granted, Kurt didn't sleep with neither Dave nor Chandler, but he fooled around with them both. Did that make him a whore?
Since Kurt won't answer phone calls, Blaine decided to text him. That way he can say what he needed and Kurt wouldn't have a choice but to read them, right?
B- Baby I'm sorry please come back
B- I didn't mean what I said, please come back
B- Kurt, I need you please come back
B- Kurt, I love you so much, I know you waited for the perfect man to be your first and I'm not abusing that, because it was special for me too. I'm sorry baby, please forgive me. I can't stay in this hospital without you, please Kurt.
B- I'm crying if you want to know, I'm crying because I'm stupid. I'm stupid and jealous. I can admit it, I am and I'm stupid, so stupid. You are so perfect Kurt, I don't deserve your perfection, so if you want to break up I get it. What I said was hurtful and mean and you probably hate me, hell I hate me for saying it. But I still love you
That one got Kurt's attention. He wiped his face and called Blaine. He tried to get his voice under control when Blaine answered, but hearing Blaine sniffle did Kurt in.
"I don't hate you stupide garçon," Kurt whispered.
"Yes you do, you said 'fuck you' and then you left. You hate me because I'm so stupid," Blaine chocked out. His voice was chocked with tears.
"You are stupid, so stupid. But I don't hate you, I can't hate you, ever. Even if I tried."
Blaine sniffled again. When he spoke, his voice was laced with pain. "Please forgive me, I wasn't implying that you're a meretrice because you're not. And I'm so sorry, please Kurt."
Kurt let a few tears slide down his face. Hearing the way Blaine's voice sounded, broke Kurt's heart. How could Blaine think that Kurt hates him? Sure, he's mad, but he doesn't hate Blaine.
"I know. And I'm not going to break up with you, I just need a little bit more time to work on forgiving you," Kurt said sadly.
"It's been three days," Blaine whined.
"I know how long it's been. This fight has been on my mind, I think I failed my French test yesterday. Between this fight and people asking fucking questions, I'm ready to stop going to school." Kurt's voice was strained, like he was holding back intense emotions.
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault. This fight was stupid and all my fault. You have so much stress without me adding on to it," Blaine murmured, his voice was extremely sad.
"It's not all your fault, I'm to blame too, but I just need more time to clear my head. I'll come see you tomorrow," Kurt said softly. He didn't want to sound angry or sad, but he wanted Blaine to fully understand and grasp his words.
"I can't sleep knowing you're still mad at me," Blaine's voice was whiny.
Kurt suppressed a giggle. He always thought Blaine was simply adorable when he was acting like a child. "You've been sleeping for the past three days."
"Who said I slept since you left? I haven't slept on my accord, they keep me so fucking drugged up in here it's crazy."
"I promise I'll stop by tomorrow, and if you're really adorable, I might spend the night."
"I'll be sure to look adorable so you'll stay with me."
Both boys let out a small giggle just to clear the thick air between them. They spent the next few hours talking about any and everything. Neither boy brought up going to see Dave and Chandler because they didn't want to fight anymore. Blaine listened to Kurt as he told about all the people who rushed up to him yesterday when he got to school. Blaine wished he was able to be there with Kurt when he was getting bombarded with questions.
Kurt continued talking about all the questions he was asked and what he said in response. It never ceased to amaze Blaine how good with words Kurt was. He could talk his way out of a ticket if need be. Blaine supplied the appropriate responses to Kurt while he was talking.
Then it was Blaine's turn to talk. He told Kurt about all the doctors that have stopped to see him and his upcoming surgery. Kurt was completely shocked that he was having another surgery because the surgeon didn't say they didn't miss anything. He told Kurt that they discovered that there were more shards of the bullet left in him, so they had to go in and get it out just in case it caused lead poisoning. Kurt was extremely heartbroken about that.
Blaine's surgery is conveniently scheduled for tomorrow, but it's in the morning so Kurt had to figure out a way to skip school and be able to spend the night. Burt wouldn't go for that at all, no matter how much Kurt loves Blaine.
"I tell you what. I'll be there when you wake up," Kurt suggested.
"I don't know what time that will be," Blaine sighed sadly.
"Your surgery is at ten, it's going to take them a while to do the actual surgery. You should be out at probably one or even two. I'll leave school at one and when you open your eyes, I'll be there."
Blaine sighed, he really wanted Kurt to be there when he went under, but he knew that wasn't possible. He knew Burt wouldn't allow Kurt to miss two days of school, no matter how much Blaine needed Kurt there by his side. But maybe he'll be sympathetic because they haven't seen each other all weekend. Nah. Not a chance with Burt Hummel.
"Do I have a choice not to agree?"
"No you don't. I promise I'll be the first person you see when you wake up tomorrow."
"I need you here now, I'm lonely and my mom and Dereck keep talking legal shit," Blaine whined.
"You love legal shit," Kurt giggled.
"Yeah, but not all the time. I'd rather Coop be in here talking about doctor shit."
"That's a lie, you hate doctor shit but you love your brother so yeah. And you're going to be around legal shit when you go to college." Kurt fell back on his back, crossing his legs. He felt like a love-struck puppy in the first days of a relationship as he talked to Blaine about future stuff.
"Who said I want to go to school to be a lawyer?" Blaine said in a teasing tone.
"Nobody, but I know how much you love legal shit and you have a way with words. You'll make an excellent lawyer."
"And you'll be a great trophy slash house husband." Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine's voice.
"Who said I'm going to be a house husband? I have dreams too mister," Kurt murmured seriously.
"Which are?"
"I want to be a fashion designer and I want to open my own fashion house."
"I'm impressed. You want to do all of that?"
"Yes, I'm going to apply to Parson's next year. You should go to NYU," Kurt suggested.
"Is Parson's in New York?"
"Oh my sweet, non-fashionable boyfriend. Yes it's in New York. It's a few blocks from NYU, that's why I suggested you go to NYU and then we can be together during our college years. NYU has a great pre-law and law program," Kurt gushed.
"How do you know we'll be together for our college years?" Blaine asked. He knew in his heart that they would be, but he really wanted Kurt to reassure him.
"Because this is it for us, for me. I don't want anybody else to love me, there isn't anybody else I want to love me. You are the love of my life Blaine, and I know it's only been three months, but I can honestly say that I'm on love with you Blaine Devon Anderson and I'm not leaving you anytime soon." Kurt was close to tears.
"I'm in love with you too Kurt. I love so much and you already have a symbol of my undying love for you. That ring is just the beginning of the jewelry I'm going to get you."
"You don't have to spend money on me Blaine. I know you love me."
"I want to though. I want to spoil you every chance I get and I always will. Money isn't an object to me, you'll never want for nothing," Blaine said in a serious tone.
"I'm already spoiled with the phone and the ring."
"That's only the beginning baby."
Kurt smiled although he knew Blaine couldn't see it. Yes, this was it for both the boys, they will never be able to love another the way they love each other.
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Blaine was released from the hospital the following weekend. He was on strict bed rest for the next three weeks, which was not something he wanted. He already hated being in the hospital for a week, especially when an old lady nurse came in to give him a sponge bath before and after his surgery. The only person he wanted to give him a sponge bath was Kurt, and even then it wasn't appealing to him.
Kurt.
Kurt had kept his promise and had been there when Blaine opened his eyes after his surgery. Blaine was more than happy to see his boyfriend, but he could still see the hurt in Kurt's eyes from his words four days before. He knew he needed to do something to make up for real, but he just didn't know what.
Now that he was home, he had more room to walk around and maybe prepare something for the love of his life. Sure he was on bed rest, but he didn't care. He felt fine and he wasn't doing anything that might pull the stitches in his shoulder or abdomen.
He decided he wanted to have a romantic dinner for Kurt. He was pulling out all the stops and he was going to attempt to make Kurt an authentic Italian dinner. He was somewhat nervous because he has never cooked a full Italian meal, whenever he cooked one was with his mother, but his parents were gone for the weekend, so it was just him. He was also excited because this was going to be the most romantic gesture, since the promise ring, he was going to do for Kurt.
He had texted Kurt earlier that Friday and told him when get home from school to pack an overnight bag and to come over his house around seven. Kurt responded with an 'okay' but was thoroughly confused. That gave Blaine all day to cook a fabulous Italian meal for his love.
Kurt arrived just as the last dish was being pulled out the oven. Blaine opened the door and smiled widely when he saw the confused and intrigued look on Kurt's face.
"Why do you look like you have planned something?" Kurt asked, walking in the house.
"Because I do," Blaine spoke, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Take your bag up to my room and come back down, I made dinner for us."
"Where are your parents?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, I think they're in Chicago this weekend," Blaine explained, looking up at the ceiling as he thought.
Kurt didn't press it anymore as he made his way up to Blaine's room. He dropped his bag, shoes, keys and jacket off in the bedroom and skipped back down the steps. Blaine was waiting on him at the bottom, holding a wine glass. He handed the glass to Kurt who had yet another confused look plastered on his face.
"First off, alcohol isn't good for you when you're on painkillers, and we're too young."
"It's sparkling grape juice, smart ass."
Kurt nodded, taking a sip. "What's the occasion? Is it an anniversary? Oh shit, I forgot!"
"No, no, our fourth month is like next week," Blaine said, putting a reassuring hand on Kurt's shoulder. "This is an apology and I just wanted to cook you an authentic Italian dinner."
Kurt nodded, walking past him to the dining room. He sat down in front of one of the place settings. Blaine went to the kitchen and brought out two clear glass bowls. He placed one in front of Kurt and the other in front of himself as he sat down.
"What's this?" Kurt asked, eyeing the dish.
"This is an Italian onion and cucumber salad. I wanted to start dinner off light, and this was the lightest salad, and I know how much you love cucumbers so why not make a salad that was majority cucumbers?"
Kurt smiled, taking a bite of his salad. "Are the red things bell peppers?"
"Mhm, and it has celery in it. I was going to make a vinaigrette but I decided against it," Blaine murmured, shrugging.
"I like the Italian dressing, it complements the vegetables," Kurt smiled, taking another bite of his salad.
Blaine nodded. They finished their salads in a comfortable silence. Kurt was impressed by the salad and was waiting in anticipation for the first course of the meal. Blaine stood, taking both bowls and walked into the kitchen. He came back with two plates with covers on them. He placed one in front of Kurt and the other on his place setting before sitting down.
"Do you want to know what is before or after you remove the cover?" Blaine asked him.
Kurt thought about it for a second and then he removed the cover and inhaled the aroma's coming off the plate.
Blaine smiled at the salivating look Kurt gave his plate. He knew he did good with this dinner. "This is peppered shrimp Alfredo and parmesan crusted garlic bread, both made from scratch."
Kurt looked genuinely impressed. He took a bite of the Alfredo, a moan escaping his mouth before he had a chance to suppress it. "Oh my God, babe! This is amazing!"
"Thank you sweetheart," Blaine giggled.
Kurt took his time eating, making sure he savored every ounce of his meal. He couldn't believe how good of a cook Blaine was. It was true that he had the skill, but up until now, Kurt has never tasted it. Kurt was always the one cooking or they were going out or Alex had made dinner. Being Italian had paid off in the best way for the boys.
Blaine watched in quiet awe as his boyfriend ate his food. He was so proud of himself for pulling all of this off and made it perfect. He knew how much of a perfectionist Kurt is, so he had to make sure everything was perfect and in order for Kurt.
"Do you want some more juice?" Blaine asked after a few minutes.
"Yes please," Kurt smiled. He held his glass out while Blaine poured him some more juice. "This is really nice baby."
Blaine sat the bottle back in the middle of the table and smiled at his boyfriend. "Thank you. I just wanted to do something amazing for you to show that I really am sorry for what I said."
"You didn't have to, I already forgave you," Kurt murmured, putting his fork down.
"I just felt so bad. I never wanted you to think that I thought of you in that way at all, because I don't. I know your past was, is, troubled, and what they did to you, to us was wrong. I was just upset that you wanted to go see them after everything they put us through," Blaine explained.
"I just think I, we, need closure. David never explained why he did what he did, and Chandler never said why he helped or what the real plan was. I just want to know why."
Blaine sighed. He knew Kurt wasn't going to let the visit go, he just hoped he wouldn't still be so pressed to go right this second. He had his reasons for not wanting Kurt to go see them, one being they both are still in love with him. That love was the reason they had done what they done, and he honestly didn't want Kurt or himself to hear them say that's why. But it was hard for him to deny Kurt of anything, and this was something that Kurt wanted, so he might as well.
"Fine, you can go see them," Blaine murmured, running his fingers over his stubble. "But on one condition."
Kurt took a sip of his sparkling grape juice and glared at Blaine. "Which is what?"
"I'm going with you, no questions asked. That way, I can be there when they say what they have to say."
Kurt put his glass down and picked up his fork. He thought about the condition for a few silent minutes. With Blaine going, there could be confrontation, which Kurt didn't want after everything. But then if Blaine went, he wouldn't have to tell them what they said about him or anything. Ugh, so many factors to think about with a simple jail visit.
Kurt, truth be told, wanted Blaine to go, but then again he didn't. How does one go see the person that shot them and wants the boyfriend of said person? Kurt looked at Blaine for a while as he ate his meal, thinking about it. On one hand, he wanted his boyfriend there for support, and on the other, he was afraid of Blaine could or would say to Chandler and Dave.
"I have my own condition," Kurt said after a few long minutes of silent eating. He was already majority done with his plate.
Blaine put his fork down and wiped his mouth, turning his attention to his boyfriend. "Which is what sweetheart?"
Kurt smiled slyly. He knew his condition was going to make Blaine freak, but he didn't care. Blaine can't deny him anything and he knew it, but he just hoped Blaine didn't know that he knows. "I want you to schedule your own visit with Chandler and I'll schedule mine with Dave."
"What? No, we're not doing individual visits," Blaine exclaimed, throwing his napkin on the table.
"You're so stupid." Kurt muttered, shaking his head. "We're going to go at the same time and then we'll be able to hear both of them."
Blaine thought about it. Instead of responding back, he stood up, grabbing both plates and walked to the kitchen. Kurt didn't protest that he wasn't done eating, he knew this was going to be a tough subject, but he was determined to break Blaine and get what he wanted.
Blaine came back a few minutes later with a plate full of fluffy looking cookies with sprinkles and two mugs of warm milk. He didn't sit them down like the other parts of the meal, but he walked towards the basement door. "Come on love."
Kurt got up, grabbing the bottle of sparkling juice and his glass, and followed Blaine down the steps to the theater. Blaine had transformed it into the perfect romantic getaway. There were candles on every flat surface and they were lit, giving off a soft honey-amber glow and a soft sugar-vanilla scent. There were an assortment of white, yellow, and light pink rose petals scattered all across the floor. On the projector was the frozen open credits to Moulin Rouge. Kurt was in silent awe as he took in the room.
"Baby…" Kurt started but his words got cut off. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Blaine had done something Chandler nor Dave had never dreamed of doing.
"I love you, Kurt. And no amount of words, or dinners, or silly romantic nights, or even jewelry, can help me express how much I love you. But I hope this helps," Blaine said softly. He sat the cookies and mugs down and pulled out a small white rectangle box and placed it in Kurt's free hand.
Kurt put his glass down and opened the box, his eyes getting wide and watery and his mouth dropped open. He even stopped breathing for a moment. Inside the box was a platinum Rolex with a baby blue face with diamond chips as the notches and diamonds going around the face of the watch. Kurt couldn't believe his eyes.
"This has to be a knock-off. Please tell me you did not spend all this money on me for a watch," Kurt mumbled as his tears fell.
Blaine chuckled, walking over to his crying boyfriend. "I will never buy you knock-off's. Yes this is a real Rolex. It's a men's platinum 36mm Day-Date President, Glacier Jubilee Diamond. And yes it costs more than a couple thousand dollars."
Kurt stood there, shaking his head. His boyfriend did not by him an expensive watch. He did not buy this. "How much?" he heard himself ask.
"You don't want to know," Blaine chuckled.
Kurt looked in his eyes, biting his lip. Did he want to know? Yes. No. Does it matter? He has the watch now. But wait, how much was the ring? Ugh, Blaine was spoiling him too much. "How much was this watch Blaine?"
"$41, 350," Blaine whispered.
"You spent over $41,000 on a watch? For me? Are you crazy?" Kurt yelled.
Blaine was actually expecting this reaction, but he just thought Kurt would have been louder. More crazy than what he's doing now.
"Yes, yes, and yes I am. I'm crazy for you," Blaine smiled sweetly at his fuming boyfriend.
"What will your parents think when they find out?" Kurt asked, fresh tears rolling down his face now. Now he was back to the overwhelming feeling of actually have this simple piece of jewelry in his hands and to know that it belongs to him.
Never in his life had anybody done something so grand for him, let alone, spent over $41,000 on a piece of jewelry.
"It's not their money, it's my dad's and I can do what I want with it. When he died, I was left with his half of the firm since Coop obviously didn't want to become a lawyer and was already away in medical school. Dereck had to buy the half from me, leaving me with a large amount of money. So it's my money to do what I want when I want," Blaine explained.
Kurt was rendered speechless. How could he respond to that? His boyfriend just basically told him he was rich apart from his parents' wealth. Holy shit!
Kurt looked between the watch and Blaine's face. He was in such a state of awe that he couldn't comprehend any of the scene that was displayed in front of him. How did he get so lucky to get a man as wonderful as Blaine Anderson? He will never know.
"I…I can't accept this," Kurt said softly.
"You can and you will because I'm not returning it. And it matches your ring," Blaine smiled.
"You spoil me too much."
"That's my job. You'll never want for nothing." He took the watch and placed it on Kurt's wrist. Kurt looked down at his wrist and smiled. The watch looked amazing against his pale skin.
"You won't be able to buy me everything I want," Kurt murmured.
"Like?" Blaine prompted, running his fingers over the diamonds on the face of the watch.
"You can't buy me into the fashion world and make me a famous fashion designer," Kurt stated simply.
"I'll be your first investor and I'll buy your building," Blaine told him.
Kurt shook his head. Blaine had won that debate but the battle was far from over. Kurt couldn't let him to continue to buy him high ticket items. He smiled, leaning in to kiss his very thoughtful boyfriend for a few seconds before pulling back, plastering a smirk on his face.
"How will I ever repay you?" Kurt asked, his voice low and seductive.
Blaine moaned, grabbing the nearest thing to keep him upright. "Just keep loving me and keep letting me spoil you rotten. And the occasional sexual encounter, I think we'll be even."
"Are you up for a sexual encounter right now?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Blaine picked Kurt up, pushing him against a wall, folding Kurt's legs around his waist and attacked his neck. He thrusted against Kurt, so the other boy could feel his straining erection. Kurt moaned, locking his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling his mouth closer to his neck. Blaine bit down on the flesh, causing Kurt to make an adorable noise mixed between a moan and a whine. Blaine growled into Kurt's neck, sucking on the skin between his teeth.
"Blaine…"
Blaine took his hands to pull Kurt's shirt from his pants and then he pulled it off. He then trailed his lips from the bruise he just created to Kurt's collarbone and down to his right nipple. His lips grazed the flatten nub, teasing it into attention before sucking it into his mouth. Kurt groaned and pushed his chest into Blaine's mouth.
Kurt grasped Blaine's shirt, pulling until it was bunched in his hands at the base of Blaine's neck. Blaine reluctantly pulled back so Kurt could pull the shirt off. He put his hands on Blaine's face, twisting his fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer to his. He rubbed their noses together and smiled. "Take me, right here, like this," he whispered. "Please?"
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked.
"You've fucked me against a shower wall at my dad's shop and a wall in my room. I don't want you to fuck me though, I want you to make love to me. On. This. Wall. Now," Kurt whispered.
Blaine moaned brokenly as he sat Kurt on the floor. "I-I don't have a-a condom," he stuttered.
"Don't need one, we never use them," Kurt whispered softly.
He quickly striped Kurt and himself of their pants and pressed himself flush to Kurt's body. Kurt giggled at the sensation of being sandwiched between the warmness of Blaine and the coolness of the wall. Blaine smiled, grinding gently against Kurt.
"Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to give me what I need?" Kurt smirked,
"I'm tempted to just fuck you right now," Blaine growled.
"I won't be opposed, but that's not what I want right now. This is a loving moment, a romantic night that isn't supposed to end in a fuckfest, but the love shared by us. So, make love me before I make you take a cold shower," Kurt threatened.
Blaine's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widen. Kurt wasn't that cruel, right? He wouldn't make Blaine get all hot and bothered just to make him take a cold shower, would he?
He shook his head, taking two fingers and placing them on Kurt's lips. "Suck them good baby."
Kurt moaned, opened his mouth and sucked the digits into his mouth. He sucked long and hard until Blaine was satisfied with the wetness of his fingers. Blaine pulled his fingers out abruptly and dropped to his knees at Kurt's feet, causing the older boy to moan and spread his legs.
"Eager aren't we?" Blaine chuckled, rubbing his fingers around Kurt's entrance.
"Always for you petit ami," Kurt whimpered.
Blaine beamed at the French nickname and thrusted his fingers inside of Kurt. Kurt gasped at the intrusion and soon began moaning. Blaine smiled, moving his fingers around looking for the bundle of nerves.
"Juste là putain!" Kurt screamed. Blaine smiled mischievously, he knew he found the bundle so he began fucking his fingers against it. Kurt moaned above him, twisting his fingers in Blaine's hair and tugging. "Basier, basier, basier," Kurt chanted.
Blaine had added a third finger and then a fourth, he scissored them, stretching Kurt. Kurt was a babbling French mess above him and that just added to his excitement and arousal. Once Kurt was good and stretched, Blaine stood up and kissed Kurt with everything he had while picking him up. He slammed Kurt against the wall, well above him and lined himself up. He carefully slid him down onto him and stilled.
"All the way," Kurt gasped.
Blaine buried himself completely in Kurt's heat, letting out a strangled groan as he felt Kurt's warm, tight, wet heat surround him. This was something that he has only experienced in his dreams, and now that he is actually experiencing it in real life, he let a few tears fall.
Kurt grabbed his face and looked in his eyes, searching for something. "Why are you crying aimer?" he asked softly.
"Do you understand how amazing we feel like this? No barriers, just skin on skin," Blaine explained.
"I know baby," Kurt smiled.
"Can I move now?"
Kurt kissed him long and hard. Teeth and tongues going everywhere, moans escaping both boys. He thrusted up a little bit, telling Blaine that it was okay for him to move.
Blaine began moving slowly, up and down, in and out of Kurt. Kurt pulled back from the kiss, gasping at the amazing feeling of the drag inside of him.
They made love against the wall for a long time. Whispering sweet nothings to each other on each upstroke and gasping and moaning on each down stroke. Kurt clung to Blaine, digging his nails into Blaine's back.
They came simultaneously, moaning brokenly and pledging their to each other. Blaine slid down to the floor, still inside Kurt, pulling them both into a small ball against the wall.
"I think you had cookies in your hands when we came down here," Kurt mumbled after a few silent moments.
"Mm," Blaine hummed.
"They look good, I want one."
"Can we take a nap first?" Blaine yawned.
"We don't have a blanket over here and it's kind of cold over here."
Blaine groaned, pulling out as Kurt winced at the loss, and went to grab a blanket from the little closet near the steps.
"Come here," Blaine mumbled softly.
Kurt got up and walked over to Blaine. Blaine picked him up and walked over to one of the big overstuffed chair before flopping down, keeping Kurt close. He reclined the chair back, throwing the cover over them but and snuggled Kurt closer into his side.
"Sleep my sweet prince," Kurt murmured in his skin.
Blaine smiled, kissing his shoulder softly.
()()()()()()
"Well, well, well. I guess my baby brother is like me after," Cooper said. He stood in front of the sleeping boys, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. "Blainers? Wake up baby brother!"
Blaine rubbed his eyes and looked up. "Please be a dream," he mumbled.
"Nope, I'm actually here. Wake up," Cooper said.
Blaine groaned, burying his head in the crook of Kurt's neck. "Cooper go away please."
"Mmm, move," Kurt mumbled.
"Oh goody! Kurt's awake!" Cooper said sarcastically.
"Oh my God!" Kurt groaned, pulling the cover over his head.
"Why are you guys so shy? From the looks of the wall over there, you weren't shy," Cooper giggled.
"Get the fuck out!" Blaine yelled.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Blainers?"
"Cooper, please go upstairs," Blaine said, taking a deep breath.
Cooper laughed, grabbing a cookie and walked to the steps. "We need to talk, boys." He murmured and walked up the steps.
Kurt moved the blanket down and glared at Blaine. "You're brother just caught us."
Blaine didn't say anything. He got up, dropping the blanket on the floor, and went to put on his pants. He tossed Kurt his pants and proceeded to walk to the little bathroom off to the side. Kurt grumbled, putting the pants on and sneaking a cookie.
He tried not to moan, God knows he tired, but he couldn't help it. The cookie was immaculate and he couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
"I wasn't aware I was making you moan right now," Blaine said from behind Kurt. He walked past him, smacking his ass before going to clean the wall.
Kurt glared at him. "Shut up. What kind of cookies are these, they are amazing."
Blaine cleaned all the evidence of sex off the wall and tossed the rag towards the bathroom door. "You like them?" he smirked.
"No dumbass, they're the worst cookies I've ever tasted," Kurt murmured, rolling his eyes.
Blaine walked over to him and scooped him up in his arms, spinning him around in a dramatic fashion. "You love this dumbass."
"Indeed I do," Kurt smiled. "Put me down, I don't want to pop your stitches."
"That wasn't a concern earlier, my love." Blaine murmured, but put him down anyway. "They're ricotta cookies, it's my nonna's recipe."
"I'm sorry for that, I just needed you. It won't happen again," Kurt apologized. "These are damn good."
Blaine shook his head. "Don't worry about it and thank you. Now, let's go see what Cooper wants." He took Kurt's hand and dragged him up the steps into the living room where Cooper was sitting with his girlfriend, Lea. Blaine warily took Kurt over to the love seat and sat down with him.
Cooper looked up at his brother and Kurt. He looked between the shirtless boys, his eyes resting on the gaze patches on Blaine's abdomen and shoulder. "You know you could have popped your stitches?"
Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother. "I didn't fuck him senseless Coop, I know I can't be rough so I wasn't. Sorry Lea."
"I've heard worse," she smiled at the boys. "Your boyfriend is cute by the way."
Kurt blushed, ducking his head behind Blaine's shoulder. "Oh, you have a shy one!" she exclaimed.
"Kurt's far from shy," Cooper muttered.
"Okay, what did you need to talk about?" Blaine asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
"Mother Dearest told me to check on you while they are away in Chicago," Cooper explained.
"I don't need a babysitter Cooper, I'm 16, I can watch myself," Blaine snapped.
"You already got in trouble the first time I spent the night and they weren't home. We don't want to repeat that," Kurt murmured to Blaine.
"The first time?" Cooper asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't worry about it Coop. Do you have any official business with me? I need a shower and I need to make breakfast."
"I can make breakfast sweetie," Kurt offered.
Blaine looked at him and smiled. "You don't have to baby."
"I have to pay you back for this," he said, holding up his left arm that had the watch on it. "And for last night."
"Oh my God, is that a Day-Date President Rolex?" Lea asked, eyeing the platinum watch on the young boy's arm.
"Yes it is," Kurt beamed.
"Where'd you get it?" she asked, curiously.
"I bought it for him," Blaine said, kissing Kurt softly.
"You what?" Cooper screeched.
Every eye landed on Blaine in that moment. Kurt looked terrified, Lea looked skeptical and Cooper looked pissed. This was not how Blaine pictured his morning starting.
"I didn't stutter big bro. And I used my money, so don't get all 'you're spending Mom's money on shit.' I used the money 'that man' left me," Blaine explained.
"That watch costs like your whole inheritance from him," Cooper reasoned.
"No it didn't, I used like a fourth of that money. And it doesn't matter how much I spent on the damn watch, I bought it for my boyfriend and I'll continue to buy him stuff."
Cooper looked between his brother and Kurt. His brother was in deep, and maybe it was for the best. He needed somebody like Kurt to make him happy. Cooper smiled, although he was still wary at the fact that his baby brother spending a shit load of money on items for his boyfriend.
"Why are you smiling like the damn Cheshire Cat?"
"I'm so happy for you squirt. You finally have a boyfriend that you can spoil. I know you've always wanted that."
"Stop calling me squirt! And thank you," Blaine smiled at his big brother. "Can we go now?"
"Yeah, oh one more thing though," Cooper started. Both Kurt and Blaine raised an eyebrow at the older Anderson. "Stop having sex all over the house. You aren't the only one that lives here."
Blaine smirked. "The theater was only the beginning of our sexual encounters in this house. Hell even his house."
"Stop telling our business," Kurt fake whined and hit his arm playfully.
Lea gasped and covered her mouth. "And how old are you?"
"I'm 16, I'll be 17 in February and he's already 17," Blaine told her.
"This is his first boyfriend, they're exploring sex for the first time," Cooper explained to his girlfriend.
"Can we stop discussing my sex life?" Blaine asked.
"Stop making it public," Cooper came back.
"The last time I checked, this was my house not yours, and nobody was home last night. So technically I was in the comfort of my own home making love to my boyfriend last night. Speaking of which," Blaine turned to look at Kurt, who was listening to the brothers go at it. "Are you ready for round two?"
Kurt coughed a little bit, chocking on some spit that he inhaled on accident. "You know you can't just ask me for that kind of thing," Kurt said, hitting the other boy's arm playfully. Then he smiled, and leaned into Blaine to whisper, "can I top?"
Blaine smirked, kissing his cheek softly. "Of course."
"Well, Cooper it was nice seeing you again, and it was nice meeting you Lea. We must do this again. As for right now, I have something I need to do," Kurt murmured, standing up.
Cooper and Lea looked at the boy with a confused look, but then came to realization when Blaine stood and snacked his arm around Kurt's waist. "You two are such horny teenagers."
"Damn skippy. Be gone by the time we reach my room," Blaine told his brother, pulling Kurt towards the steps.
Cooper just rolled his eyes fondly at his baby brother, not bothering to say anything because he knew Blaine wouldn't listen.
"Oh, Coop? How's the hunt going for my dad's new heart?" Kurt asked warily.
"Uh, it's going. We haven't found a match to any of the patients that are on the vent. But I still have faith that one will come in soon," Cooper told him.
Kurt sighed, looking down. Why had he asked that question? He knew the answer wasn't going to be good, so he should have just kept his mouth shut.
Blaine sensed the mood going south, so he just picked Kurt up carefully over his good shoulder and walked up to his room. He deposited Kurt on his bed before sitting next to him. He put a hand on the taller boy's face, guiding him to look in his eyes.
"A heart's going to come in for your dad," Blaine said softly.
Kurt looked at him, a single tear falling down his cheek. How can he voice his next thought? He didn't want it to be spoken into existence, but he needed to let it go. Kurt took a deep breath, closing his eyes as more tears fell down his face.
"I have a strange feeling that somebody that's not in the hospital is going to end up being the person to give my dad a heart," Kurt whispered.
Blaine looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Like, there's going to be some kind of huge accident and somebody is going to die, and that person, the person who dies, is going to be the person to give my dad a heart," Kurt explained, adverting his eyes from Blaine's face.
"Oh baby. Would you rather it not happen at all?" Blaine asked, trying to find something good to say. What do you say to that? Blaine has no clue.
"I don't want somebody to die just so my dad can get a chance to live. Like it sounds selfish that I want a heart to come in for him," he murmured. He still wasn't looking at Blaine and there were tears streaming down his face.
Blaine's heart was breaking for his boyfriend. He pulled Kurt on his lap and cradled him against his chest. "It's not selfish. You want your father around, and any child would want that for that father. I would feel the same way if it were Dereck and he's only been in my life for four years. It's the fact that he's your dad the one person that has supported you, you don't want to lose him."
Kurt clung to Blaine, burying his head in the crook of his neck. Blaine rubbed his back soothingly, letting him cry softly.
They don't know how long they stayed like that. Eventually, Kurt cried himself to sleep and Blaine put him in the bed. Kissing his cheek, Blaine left the room and went downstairs. The sight he saw caught him off guard but soon had him laughing his ass off.
"And you talk about me having sex in public areas of the house," the younger Anderson said, laughing.
Cooper looked up and glared at his brother. He was lying on top of Lea, they were both shirtless and panting heavily. Lea reached down and grabbed a shirt to cover her chest and her blushing face.
"Aren't you supposed to be fucking your boyfriend?" Cooper asked.
"Actually, he's supposed to be fucking me, if you must know. But no, he cried himself to sleep in my arms, so I came down here to wash the dishes I used last night, but instead I get to watch free porn. You may continue, I'll just go get some popcorn," Blaine giggled.
Lea groaned, blushing more and more.
"Out, now, squirt," Cooper said between clenched teeth.
"I'll leave, but remember big brother, don't be silly and cover your willy," Blaine laughed.
"Blaine!"
"Don't be a fool, cover your tool."
"Get out! Now!"
"Cover you stump before you hump."
Cooper reached down and threw a big pillow at Blaine, hitting him in the chest.
"Hey! If my stiches pop, I'm suing your ass," he warned. He picked the pillow up and threw it back at Cooper before walking into the kitchen.
Blaine walked to the little cabinet next to the entrance to the kitchen and opened it to reveal the black iPod deck with an iPod next to it. He plugged it up and pressed 'shuffle,' letting Katy Perry's voice flow through the speakers that were placed throughout the kitchen.
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
He sang along with her, letting the music consume him as he gathered all the dishes from last night. He made a nice and neat pile as he spun and sang around the kitchen, going towards the dishwasher. You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now
He emptied the dishwasher, making a mental note to empty it as soon as it was done so he wouldn't have to waste time doing it when he wanted to use it. He put everything away in its designated place in the kitchen before going back to the sink and rinsed all the dishes out. [Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar
He picked up a rhythm that went along with the song as he rinsed and placed each dish in the dishwasher in an orderly fashion
Now I'm floating like a butterfly You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready 'cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now
[Chorus] Ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar...
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar...
Soon he was done and he started the dishwasher, smiling at the cleanness of the kitchen, but then he frowned because he was about to mess it up again. He walked over to the refrigerator, looking inside to see what he was going to cook for breakfast as Adam Lambert's voice came blasting through the speakers.
Tower of Babel has fallen down again
Information disarray
I don't know who I should believe in
Everybody's an authority
Fragments don't count
They always end up falling through the cracks
Don't think out loud
Cause once it's out your mouth, can't take it back
Blaine settled on homemade cinnamon pancakes, eggs, bacon, and chocolate chip muffins for breakfast. As he sung the first verse, he started whipping up the batter for the muffins. He knew Kurt was going to need some chocolate in his life after what he's been through with his thoughts today, so the muffins were going to be the perfect fix. Can't say all the little things
That I wanna tell you right now
I know you won't understand
But I gotta tell you somehow
And on and on and on I go
Connect the neck to what's below I know
Now your body language is broken, broken English
As the chorus flowed through the speakers and Blaine's lips, he was putting the muffins in the oven, Cooper decided to make an appearance in the kitchen.
"You are at home, not at a concert!" the older Anderson yelled over the music.
Blaine, nearly dropped the new bowl with the batter for the pancakes on the floor, turned to see his still shirtless brother. He paused the music and glared at his brother.
"What the fuck Coop?" Blaine exclaimed, grabbing his chest and trying to catch his breath. "You can't just do that to me dipshit."
"Shut up. Now why the hell are you so loud?"
"Because I can be, I'm at home, alone, with my sleeping boyfriend. You don't live here so you have no say so in what I do. So, if you don't mind, I'm trying to cook breakfast for said sleeping boyfriend."
"You spoil that boy too much," Cooper commented.
Blaine poured some of the batter on the griddle making four perfect circles before facing his brother. "So? He's not complaining."
"I didn't say it was a bad thing, I was just stating facts. You bought him a $40,000 watch and I saw a ring on his finger. And if I'm correct, it was platinum with diamonds," Cooper reported.
"The watch was actually over $41,000 but he's worth every penny. He had his concerns last night when I gave it to him, but he still accepted it. And yes he has a ring, it's a promise ring," Blaine told him, flipping the pancakes.
"You're 16 and you gave your 17 year-old boyfriend a promise ring?" Cooper questioned.
"Yes I did. I have it to him in front of the glee club and it's not platinum, its sterling silver with a diamond's encrusted infinity symbol," Blaine told the other boy.
He turned towards the griddle, taking off the four done pancakes and adding four more. He checked on the muffins and saw that they weren't done so he closed the oven door. He moved around Cooper, going to the refrigerator to grab some eggs and bacon.
Cooper watched his little brother move around the kitchen with ease. "Is this all for Kurt?" he asked.
"Yeah, and me of course, but mostly him. I fucked up last week," he responded, putting the bacon in a skillet on the stove. He grabbed a bowl and cracked six eggs in it along with some heavy cream and began whisking them.
"What'd you do?"
"I kind of called him a whore. Before you say anything, I didn't flat out say he was a whore, he asked me about going to see the people who did this to me and I told him no because they had nothing to say to us. But then he said he wanted to know why they did it but he knows why. He said I was jealous and that's why I didn't want him to see his ex's. And then me, with my smart ass mouth, said I don't need to be jealous because I went farther with him than both of his ex's and the way I said it was like I was saying he was putting out for all three of us."
Cooper stood there in shock. His little brother had said that to the love of his life? Damn.
"Were you both mad during this discussion?" Cooper asked curiously.
Blaine stopped what he was doing and looked at his brother. "Yeah, and while we were arguing he was cussing so much and I told him to stop, and he did. But not on his own accord, it was like because I said it, he stopped."
"Did your voice get deeper and have a slight dominate undertone to it?" Cooper asked, raising an eyebrow.
Blaine swallowed. What was Cooper getting at with these questions? "Y-yeah."
"Oh God, it's happening to you," Coop mumbled, more of to himself than to Blaine.
"What's happening to me?"
"It. Every male in our family goes through this change during their sixteenth year, usually after they have found the one. Kurt is your 'one.' It is something that's in you, and you're in it, it's a part of you. Did you experience an extreme sex drive after the first time with Kurt?"
Blaine thought back to that weekend. They had stayed at the cabin the whole weekend and slept together most of it, but he really didn't feel the need to fuck Kurt until after they found out about Burt. Blaine had fucked Kurt senseless that whole day after they came home from the shop.
"Um, after we found out about Burt. It was like a few days afterwards, Kurt was at work and I was watching him and we got into a little argument and he stormed off but I followed him into the break room. I, uh, I fucked him in the employee shower, a wall in his room, on his couch and his futon in his room. All in one day," Blaine explained as he flipped the pancakes.
"And I seem to not have a filter, like I was saying racy things to his parents. And the creepiest thing, besides when I told Kurt to stop cussing and he did, was the day I got shot. I could feel that something was going to happen to me. All day, I felt like something was going to happen, and it did. What's happening to me Coop?"
"It. It's kind of power we have. You can feel when something isn't right, you can demand something and the best thing; well I think it's the best thing. Is you can tell when your 'one,' is in trouble. If something happens to Kurt and you're not there, you can feel the pain or whatever emotion they're feeling. Also, you can communicate mentally in the same sense if he's in trouble and not near you."
"So I have super powers that links me to Kurt at all times?" Blaine asked.
Cooper shook his head, laughing. "Is that all you got out of this?"
"Pretty much. I can hear Kurt's thoughts when he's not near me and I can feel his pain."
"You're such a child. This is serious shit Blaine. You can't use your voice just because you want to, it can make Kurt resent you."
"I get that, but I was pissed and he kept cussing and it was giving me a headache. But that led to me calling him a whore, so yeah, pay backs a bitch and the payback was that he left me for a full weekend and I felt like shit. But now I know I felt like shit because he felt like shit because of me," he shrugged, taking the pancakes off the griddle and pouring the eggs on it.
"So you do get. Just be careful and tell Kurt. He can also feel when you're in pain and we don't want something like this to happen when he's not around."
Blaine nodded, scrambling the eggs and flipping the bacon. He pulled the muffins out the oven, placing the pan on the counter before turning to face his brother once more. "I'll tell him. Does Lea know about all of this?"
"Yeah, she doesn't like it because she sees it as a way of me being able to always know what she's feeling. But I don't ever do anything unless she's in a life or death situation."
"Hm. Does that work if we're in the same area? Because we are going to see the person who did this to me and his accomplice and I don't know how that's going to work out if we can feel each other's emotions."
"Its not something you can change, so you're going to have to deal with it. But I will say, let Kurt know about this so he won't be surprised when he suddenly has murderous thoughts," Cooper told him.
"I don't have murderous thoughts," Blaine said, pretending to be offended.
Cooper gave him a knowing look. "Okay, fine. I want to kill the bitch who shot me and his little twig helper, but I won't dare let Kurt feel that."
Coop nodded. "Do you think you have a handle on this thing?"
"I guess, I've been using it, just not to its full potential yet, but I won't abuse it."
"Good. Well, I'm going to go. I have a girlfriend who needs to be fucked, but I don't want to scar your young mind with my moves," Cooper said, backing out of the kitchen.
"You're so fucking nasty."
"You have my genes so therefore, you're nasty too."
Blaine shook his, turning his attention back to his food. Coop left a few minutes later with Lea. Blaine finished breakfast, making two plates and placing them on a tray.
()()()()()()()
Kurt slept for a few hours after Cooper left, leaving Blaine alone. He cleaned the house, what needed to be clean, and showered quickly, not getting his bandages wet in the process. By the time he did all of that, it was looming closer to four. Kurt had officially been asleep for four hours and Blaine needed him up.
Blaine took a muffin and a glass of orange juice to the sleeping boy. He sat the food on the bedside table and carefully straddled Kurt without waking him. He began littering Kurt's face with tiny kisses and nips, but never his lips. Kurt stirred slightly, shifting onto his side causing Blaine to fall.
Giggling, Blaine lay next to him, breathing gently on his face. Kurt opened his eyes, smiling as his eyes sought out the perfect honey eyes of his lover.
"Hello love," Kurt whispered.
"Hi beautiful," Blaine whispered back. "How was your nap?"
"Peaceful and a little lonely," he admitted.
"Aw, I'm sorry. I made you breakfast, but you probably don't want it now. But I did bring you," he straddled Kurt again, reaching over and grabbed the muffin and orange juice. "This."
Kurt smiled, opening his mouth like a baby bird. Blaine sat the juice back down, took a piece of the muffin and dropped into Kurt's mouth. Kurt giggled, chewing the piece of muffin. Blaine repeated the motion, until the muffin was gone. There were crumbs scattered all over Kurt's cheeks and neck which Blaine gladly licked off causing the older boy to giggle.
"I believe there was juice in the equation as well," Kurt prompted.
"I have an idea on how I want you to drink it," Blaine told him, grabbing the glass.
"Oh?" Kurt asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
Blaine took a sip of the orange juice and kissed Kurt, pouring the juice in his mouth. Kurt moaned, swallowing the citrus. Blaine repeated the motion, but he put the cup on the side of their mouths and sucked the juice in. Kurt gladly drank the juice that was transferred from his boyfriend's warm mouth.
They finished the juice, Blaine dropping the cup on the bed to fully kiss Kurt. Kurt licked around his mouth, tasting the orange juice and just Blaine, moaning when Blaine began sucking on his tongue.
Kurt pulled back, running his fingers over Blaine's lips. "That was interesting."
"Yeah?" Blaine smirked.
Kurt moved his hand to the side of Blaine's face, pulling his face to his and crashing their lips together. Blaine moaned softly, bracing himself by putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders.
"You need a shower," Blaine whispered.
Kurt flipped them over so he was straddling Blaine. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it on the floor before kissing him again. "Okay."
He got off the bed and took his pants and underwear off, throwing them at Blaine before sauntering into the bathroom. Blaine gasped and got hard immediately.
"You fucking tease!"
"You love it!"
Translations:
Um, siamo noi nei guai- um, are we in trouble
No metà, gli ufficiali vogliono chiedere circa la tiro e tutto ciò che è accaduto tra voi e David- no sweetheart, the officers want to ask about the shooting and everything that happened between you and David
Si prega di non- please don't
Très bien- fine
stupide garcon- stupid boy
meretrice- whore
petit ami- boyfriend
Juste là putain- right fucking there
Basier, basier, basier- fuck, fuck, fuck
um, this chapter pissed me off because I had writers block and put a bunch of bullshit in here. I know I could have just left it and came back to it, but I didn't want to leave you guys waiting forever for an update. I know what I want to put in the next chapter which is the jail visit.
I need ideas on how Burt is going to get his heart. I want to kill somebody off, and I was thinking Lea (Coops girlfriend) but then he wouldn't be able to do the surgery because he'd be all distraught about the death about his girlfriend. SOOOOOOO I was thinking somebody random can die, maybe I'll have somebody get into a wreck or something like that. I'm not entirely sure yet.
Well, until next chapter!
stupide garçon