âYouâre so cocky,â Kurt smirked before Blaine leaned in. Kurt closed his eyes over and let his eyes close over. He let out a soft noise and brought one hand up to Blaineâs cheek. He slowly and reluctantly pulled back. While Kurt could easily have spent the rest of the morning kissing Blaine in the bed, he really did need to showerâŠand they probably both couldnât go another round of sex right now.
Kurt grabbed Blaineâs hands and let out a small groan when Blaine pulled him onto his feet. He still didnât feel completely steady on his feet, so Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaineâs waist as he walked into the bathroom with Blaine.
Once they were in front of the shower, Kurt let go of Blaine and slowly walked into the shower and turned the water on. Kurt let out a soft noise of content as he felt the water washing over him, and turned around to look at Blaine with a raised eyebrow, âWell, are you coming?â He asked with a slight smirk.
Being like this with Kurt was so different for Blaine. Even when he was in a long term relationship he never felt like this. There was never any morning kisses. There was certainly never any showers. This was just something heâd seen in the movies, heâd never actually showered with something.Â
Blaine, at first, got a little distracted by Kurt undressing, and even though heâd had sex with the guy, he felt as though he was imposing. Like he was invading his privacy or something by watching him undress for the shower. He actually had to swallow a lump in his throat before he began to strip out of his clothes as well.
Why was he suddenly shy?Â
It took a little bit of moving around to find a good spot, something the Movies never tell you is how awkward it actually is to shower with someone, either not being under the water at all, and freezing, or getting a face full of water and almost waterboarding yourself. But eventually, it worked.Â
They stayed under the water for a bit, Blaineâs soapy hands moved along Kurtâs body a little, getting a better look at his tattoos, before he started to clean his own body. He noticed Kurtâs eyes looking around his skin, and Blaine wondered what he was thinking about while he was looking at all his ink.Â
They didnât say much to each other, theyâd smile at each other, giggle if they did move in close to each other to kiss and their bodies would almost make squishy farting noises. Kurt would call Blaine immature, and Blaine would nearly snort laughing at the noises.Â
Kurt stayed around while Blaine packed his bags and got dressed a little nicer since he was going to head off and have lunch with his parents. He pointed a warning finger at Kurt and said âno commentsâ when slid on his slightly tighter grey pants, put on a nice long sleeve shirt, and slid into a pair of louis vuitton dress shoes. He knew Kurt had only seen him in ripped jeans, tank tops, tshirts and hoodies, and he didnât want him to think this was how he dressed all the time. Yeah, he liked fashion, but he didnât entertain that side of himself anymore. It didnât matter what label his clothing was. Or his shoes... But he knew it mattered to his parents, and it was just one thing he could do to make this easier for himself.Â
Saying Bye to Kurt... sucked. There was this part of his head that told him this was the last time he was even going to see Kurt. How would they even see each other again? Blaine lived in NY. Kurt was a senior in highschool. Yeah, he would graduate soon, but then what? He wasnât sure when the band would come anywhere near Ohio again, and while they had a break now, they were still on tour, and talks had already begun for them to go on tour as the headliners. He couldnât expect Kurt to just put his life on hold too to figure it out.Â
It left a big lump in his throat, knowing that he didnât want to go, but he had to.Â
âIâm sometimes bad with my phone...â Blaine added once they had reached Kurtâs car, watching the other throw his jacket into the backseat and close the door. Blaine waited until Kurt turned around to keep talking âBut I promise that if you call, and I can, I will always answer, and if you text, I will always text back when I can... and I want you to call me, if youâre ever in New York, okay? Promise meâ Blaine didnât wait for Kurt to say anything as he pulled him closer, kissing him hard, pushing Kurtâs back up against the car. He had to practically pull himself away from Kurt to stop kissing him, giving a small out of breath huff when he did.Â
âBye..â Blaine held his hand up as a wave before he watched Kurt get in his car. He turned and walked to his car, because he couldnât watch the other drive away.Â
He absolutely hated every part of this.
Blaine had been caught up in thinking about Kurt while he drove that he hadnât even prepared himself to deal with his family until he pulled up upside.Â
Speaking of things he hated.Â
Cooper was pretty much running out the door to meet Blaine at his car once he had arrived, opening Blaineâs car door before heâd even properly parked. Cooper always got along a little better with the parents than he did, but the look on his face spoke volumes.
âThat bad, huh?â Blaine laughed, trying to actively park the car properly while being pulled out of the car.
Blaine didnât know what to expect when he stepped foot into his parents house. His mother hugged him, his dad just glanced up and nodded as a greeting. They were already setting the table up for late lunch / early dinner by the time he arrived .
âNice of you to show upâ His dad eventually huffed, sitting down at the head of the table.
âUm... yeah, sorry, there was an accident on the road and I didnât check out of the hotel until after 12âł Blaine glanced down at his watch, wondering if it was later than heâd assumed. It wasnât. His dad was just being a dick.Â
âDonât worry about thatâ His mother fussed, though Blaine and his brother exchanged a glance almost to say wtf to each other. She was acting weird.Â
They were silent at first, eating and the only sounds were the cutlery hitting the plate. Eventually his mother broke the silence.Â
âSo. Blaine. Howâs New York?âÂ
âItâs goodâ Blaine nodded, making sure to finish swallowing.
âStill living with that mountebank?â his father piped in before Blaine could continue, the other choking on his food a little bit.Â
âMountebank...â Blaine repeated, glancing at his brother who just looked down at his food. Cooper was always like that. He would just turn away when these types of things started. Blaine hadnât been ready for the insults, and mocks to come so quickly.
âYes. Mountebank. I know youâve thrown your education away, but surely your years at Dalton taught you Englishâ
âI know what the word means, I just donât know whom you are referring toâ Blaine put his fork down âSo weâre going to do this now?â
âPlease, stop. Can we just enjoy our meal together. We havenât been at the same table for a long time, and I just want to enjoy the momentâÂ
Blaine had to bite his lip to stop from talking. It took all of his strength to not say well whose fault is that!?.Â
As expected, the meal was quiet, most of the conversation was about Cooper, a few snide comments about how âthatâs how us Anderson men should actâ or âthatâs what a good education usually gets youâ his father excused himself to go make a call which left his mother embarrassed who said she was going to go check on dessert, leaving Cooper and Blaine sitting at the table.
âWhy am I even here?â Blaine spoke softly to his brother, the other reassuring him that nothing was wrong and it was all good. Just typical behavior that heâd forgotten about because it had been so long.Â
Eventually they had moved into the living room, Blaine and Cooper were mostly talking to each other, their mother listening intently. Their father eventually joined them, though Blaine knew that he wasnât impressed to have to spend his evening there. Cooper was telling his mother about the show, and let it slip that heâd met Kurt.Â
âWhose Kurt?â His mother asked almost instantly.Â
âNo oneâ Cooper added quickly, Blaine sending him daggers.Â
âCome on Pamelaâ his father groaned âWe donât need to hear about whatever fag your son is sleeping with. Itâs bad enough he gallivants around the country, whoring himself out and masking it that heâs somehow getting popular because of his, quote unquote âMusicâ. Easy to make money when you just parade around. I mean look at him for Christ's Sake. What is all this garbage on his body? Where did we go wrong with this one? I blame you, always making him go along shopping with you, and letting him join dance classes instead of playing football like I suggestedâ
And with that, his father stood and walked out, slamming the door behind himself as he walked off.Â
To say that Blaine had to use every single ounce of his strength to not instantly fall apart was an understatement. Why did he even subject himself to this? Heâd spent so long being depressed about his family, and heâd just walked right back into it.Â
It was late anyway, and there was no way he was going to stay and talk more. Blaine glanced over at his brother, and as usual, he was looking down, pretending as though none of this had happened. His mother was picking a bit of lint off of her suit pants.Â
âWell... This has been delightful. Lets not to do it againâ Blaine was on his feet, making his way out the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. He pat his pants, and then dug inside his jacket for his keys, making sure he had his wallet as he slid into the car.Â
âBlaine waitâ Cooper called out, running down the driveway.
Blaine started the car, and put the windows down.Â
âSorry about... what happenedâ Cooper added.
âYou know what Coop... Fuck youâ Blaine moved the gear into reverse.
âBlaineâ Cooper sighed.
âDonât Blaine me. You just sat there and let him talk to me like that. You sat there as alwaysâÂ
Blaine practically skidded as he reversed down the drive way, and speeding off down the road.Â
As soon as he was out of his street, Blaine started to yell, practically punching and slapping the steering wheel (thankfully the air bag didnât pop) before he felt himself crying.Â
He wasnât sure how long heâd been driving, but he kept driving. Heâd been intending on staying with Cooper, but now what? Should he go to a hotel. Drive back to NY?Â
Heâd already been driving for about 40 minutes when he noticed his phone was still on silent. He waited until he was at a red light before he checked his messages to see he had a few misses texts from Kurt, one of them telling Blaine that heâd made it home safe.Â
Blaine looked at the time, and wondered if it was too late to call Kurt. A part of him wanted to pull over and text him, but maybe hearing his voice would help. He couldnât call Josh. Because Josh would tell him he was an idiot for even going. Josh would probably tell him it was his fault for even agreeing to it.Â
Blaine decided to call Kurt. If he didnât answer, well, no big deal.Â
Thankfully, Kurt picked up after only a few rings.Â
âHello?â Kurtâs voice sounded a little confused, but sweet at the same time.
âHeyâ Blaine felt his lips try to smile, as he sniffed a little, wiping his eyes âSorry I missed your texts, I had my phone on silent. What are you up to?âÂ
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