“I can’t go back there with you, Blaine,” Kurt tells him for the millionth time.
But that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t spent the entire morning sitting on the edge of Blaine’s stretcher in the pre-op bay, glaring at everyone who even so much as thought of entering the room. He asked the nurse to give her entire educational background before taking Blaine’s blood pressure at one point.
“You could hide until the bed,” Blaine says, giving his hand a small squeeze. “I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
His eyepatch has been taken off now that he’s moments from going into surgery. The only thing that remains is the simple white dressing. He had just barely been able to keep Blaine from fixing his hair today. He had to tell him that a morning spent under anesthesia would be a waste of product.
In the end, he had agreed.
“You’re going to be fine, Blaine,” he says. “You realize that this surgeon’s entire job is to work on eyes? I mean, it’s kind of gross, but it seems to be in your best interest that these sorts of people exist.”
“You should just hide under the bed.”
Kurt leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead, right above the dressing. “You know I would if I could.”
Oh my God, even if they aren’t really, the top was extremely similar!! Why aren’t more people flailing about this????
KURT TOTALLY GAVE THEM TO BLAINE BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE KURT AND BLAINE CAN THINK ABOUT HIM WHILE HE’S HOME AND BLAINE WILL WEAR THEM TO THE HOSPITAL SO KURT CAN ALWAYS BE THERE AND SO BLAINE WILL BE COMFORTABLE.
Burt still isn’t so sure about Blaine. Sure, he’s met him plenty of times, plenty more now that he and Kurt are dating, but that doesn’t mean he really likes him any more. He still remembers finding a hungover Blaine in his son’s bed, his gay son’s bed only to find out later that Blaine was making eyes with Rachel, of all people.
He tried not to judge too much, Finn certainly seemed to like her, but she was kind of intense and from all the things he’d heard from Kurt and witnessed with Finn, she didn’t seem like the best person to be in a relationship with.
Then there was the whole garage incident. Burt tries not to think about it and tells himself that Blaine and Kurt weren’t together at the time, that it was weeks before they had gotten together, but part of it just doesn’t sit right with him.
Now here they are, six weeks after Kurt came home grinning like a loon with the most lovesick expression he’d ever seen on a teenager before, let alone his own son. He makes Kurt happier than he’s ever seen him, at least since before they lost his mom, so Burt thinks he’s gotta give Blaine a chance.
Blaine’s been over for dinner before, many times when the boys have spent too much time doing homework (Burt tries to tell himself that homework is all they’re doing) and another place gets set at the table and Blaine staying isn’t even really a question. Tonight, however, is the first time Blaine will be at the family Friday night dinner.
When the doorbell rings, Burt is the only one freed up enough to get it, but he can’t help being a little surprised by the boy on the other side of the door. Friday night dinners have always been a casual affair, but when Blaine steps in toting a bouquet of colorful flowers, wearing a suit and tie, Burt can’t help feeling underdressed in his regular jeans and flannel shirt.
Blaine greets hims just as cordially as ever, and Burt reminds him to call him Burt before letting Blaine head into the kitchen to greet Kurt.
Burt follows Blaine into the kitchen a few minutes later and finds the flowers already in a vase and Blaine’s jacket slung over a chair. Kurt works at the stove while Blaine washes lettuce in the sink, his sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. Burt can’t help watching from the doorway for a moment, staying unnoticed as the boys pass each other and Kurt brushes his lips against Blaine’s. Blaine smiles to himself, a little dreamy-eyed as he gets what he needs from the fridge and leans back against the closed door and looks at Kurt like he’s the only thing in the world.
Burt backs away from the doorway feeling a little bit better about Blaine and just a little bit like he was intruding on their life. He listens to the sounds of soft laughter coming from the kitchen, of plates clanking onto the table, and of the silverware being set, and by the time they do sit down to eat, it’s like nothing is different, it’s just another Friday night dinner with his family.
a kink you'll never see yourself getting into? One you'd like to try?
Kink I’ll never see myself getting into: Watersports. I personally don’t think I could handle that type of body fluid from another person.
One I’d like to try: Realistically, light-ish bondage. I’d love to be tied up more, but I’d also like to try tying someone else up. Also I’d love to try robe bondage some time because it just looks so pretty *_*
What would be your perfect date? Sorry for it not being inappropriate. :]
I’m really up for any date location, even if it’s just a slight variation on dinner and a movie.
I’d love to do something a little different though, like a nice picnic in a pretty park, or walking around a fair/carnival or something. Or even something more “childish” like bumper cars or an exxxtreme game of lazer tag. Maybe a concert or a movie, but I’d prefer something (esp. for a first date) where I can talk to the other person. And maybe kick their ass at air hockey. ;)
“Oh, he does! I can confirm that. Whenever he sees me in that Warbler uniform, he’s very vocal about how jealous he is. [Laughs.] When we filmed the Warbler number for “Michael,” he was there, stalking us. I think it kind of kills him to see a cool Warbler number happening when he can’t be a part of it. … Granted, Blaine has some pretty cool things happening on his own in this episode.”—
Grant Gustin talks about Darren missing the Warblers. (x)
Blaine gets all loose limbed and dopey after he comes, which would be adorable, but usually they’re sneaking in a few minutes here and there and Kurt needs his help disposing of the evidence and making sure they both look presentable before the barely cracked door is thrown open.
He likes to think that one of his most valuable talents is the fact that he can fuck his boyfriend while still keeping an ear trained on the door.
Today’s different. They have had time to explore and haven’t had to worry about volume levels and the sound of the garage door opening at any moment. And while neither of them are exactly loud (mostly likely due the years spent jerking off quietly in their bedrooms) it’s the idea that they could be loud hat excites Kurt.
Blaine is snuffling quietly with his head pressed against Kurt’s chest. They’re filthy, and normally Kurt would be squirming to get out of bed and jump into the shower, maybe even put on a new set of sheets, but he’s just so comfortable. It’s that perfect period of time after sex where the sweat hasn’t cooled to a point where it’s unbearable and he feels so sated. Good. Loved.
He lets his fingers trace patterns down Blaine’s side with no destination in mind. He traces starts and stop of words, little swirls and hearts. Kurt wants to trace every wish he’s ever had onto Blaine’s skin in hopes that maybe he can keep them safe for him.
A gasp from Blaine alerts Kurt to just where his hand has ended up. His fingers are mindlessly tracing around the rim where Blaine’s still wet and open.
Blaine tilts his head up and starts pressing messy, opened mouth kisses to the base of Kurt’s throat as he slips a finger back inside.
Because that’s the thing about these rare occasions where they have the house to themselves.