Blaine Anderson
Blaine furrows his brow as he stares at his computer. No way was Beckley standing outside of his door right now. He just didn’t believe it. She was back in Miami with everyone else, where they’d been for the past week and a half. He’s wished from the start that he and Kurt could have joined them, but knew it was an impossible dream, so he settled for hoping they’d be back in time to help him celebrate his 18th. But the closer it came, the more clear it was to him that he needed to resign himself to the fact that they wouldn’t be there. It was fine though, there was no reason they couldn’t celebrate it later, so he was confused that Beckley would be here when she could still be lounging on the beach.
Shoving his computer aside, Blaine stands and heads towards the door, Mia trotting along after him and opens the door, knowing who’s supposed to be there but still not believing she will be.
“I..,” he starts, staring at her. “What are you doing here. You’re supposed to be tanning on a beach in Florida.” He pulls her into a hug, hooking his chin over her shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s so happy to see her, to see at least one of his friends on his birthday.
“You know you didn’t have to come back early.”
“I wouldn’t be bored just so you know, Phantom is one of my favourite musicals ever. So there.” Kurt teases, poking his tongue out before his lips are captured in a sweet kiss and he’s being pulled on top of Blaine. “I love you too, Blaine. Without me maybe this wouldn’t be happening now, but it would’ve happened eventually.” Kurt shrugs, “But without you, I wouldn’t be happy, I wouldnt be in New York; I’d still be getting tortured at McKinley. I certainly wouldn’t have three wonderful pets. And I couldn’t do this.” he smiles, crashing his lips on to blaine’s harshly, rubbing his gradually hardening cock onto Blaine’s own.
“I thought you were too tired?” he smirks.
“I am never too tired for you,” he says, kissing back just as deeply and lowering his hands to palm at Kurt’s ass through the material of his pants. He hold him close as they rock together, their cocks straining against each other as they trust. He breaks away from the kiss to mouth at the thin skin of Kurt’s neck, nipping gently and being sure not to leave a mark.
They continue this way for awhile, both of them content to just make out for awhile and revel in each other’s embrace until Blaine gathers the energy to flip them so that Kurt’s on his back, Blaine hovering over him, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Just.. before we continue with this, did you say three wonderful pets?”
“I can’t wait for you to be on that stage either.” he smiles, “And yes if that happens I’ll be screaming after every single song, I promise.” he tells Blaine, stroking his cheek.
“I’m still gonna come to all of the shows, or one or two or three a week if we decide it’d be better if I wasn’t there every night, even though I’d always secretly want to be there every night.” he winks. He starts kissing Blaine’s cheeks and neck and collarbone. “I love you, I love you so, so much.” he gasps.
“You can come to as many shows as you want, Babe. I’d just hate that you’d have to sit through the same thing every single night,” he says, moaning softly at Kurt’s actions. He brings a hand up to finger Kurt’s hair softly and turns his head to connect their lips in a gentle kiss.
“I love you, Kurt. You’re my world and I know I wouldn’t have this opportunity if you weren’t in my life.” He kisses him again, a little deeper and pulls Kurt in closer, his body reacting to the warm body on top of his. He’s tired, yes… but too tired for Kurt? Never.
“You’ll always be able to come home to me. I assure you.” Kurt smiles, “Try not to work 12 hour days though, I don’t think I could deal with barely ever seeing your face.” he shrugs, kissing Blaine again.
“I really can’t wait to see you on that stage, I’m going to be clapping the loudest when you come on during the curtain call because it’s rude to be too loud in other parts of the musical.” Kurt tells him, “Apart from at the end of songs, but it’d be a bit odd for me to clap and cheer your name if you’re not the one singing, am I correct?” he chuckles softly.
“I’ll do my best, Babe,” he says, kissing Kurt again and reaching a hand up to stroke his fiancé’s cheekbone. He loves this man. So, so very much.
“I can’t wait to be on that stage. I can’t believe it’s only a month away. I can’t believe I only have a month to learn two completely different parts.” Sighing, Blaine buries his head back into Kurt’s neck, nipping and sucking gently at a spot just under his ear and smiling into the skin when Kurt reacts to it.
“Well, on that miraculous day when the three people ahead of me get the plague and I get to be the Phantom, I full expect to hear you screaming after each and every song.”
Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine, holding him close and closing his eyes as Blaine places soft kisses on his neck. “How was your day, by the way, other than tiring I mean.” he says,leaning his head down and kissing the top of his fiance’s head.
He smiles as he listens to his fiance talk about his full day rehearsing, feeling overly excited for him. But most of all he was extremely proud of him. When Blaine finished speaking Kurt didn’t say anything, he simply moved down and captured Blaine’s lips in a gentle kiss, “I know you’re probably far too tired for anything else, so don’t stress.” he smiles as he pulls away before leaning in for another kiss.
“I feel like my body is one big bruise. Which is probably is from having to hit the floor so many times in a row,” he says. “And I know the pain’ll get worse before it gets better, so I’m prepared for that. My body might not be, but my mind certainly is.”
He sighs into Kurt’s kisses, settling his hands at the base of Kurt’s spine and keeping him close. He’s love for them to be able to make love tonight, but Blaine is utterly exhausted, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep up with Kurt tonight.
“I love you, Babe. I will gladly work 12 hour days for the rest of my life as long as I know I get to come home to you.”
When Kurt heard Blaine call out for him, he stopped whatever he was doing with Mav and Mia, Ty was somewhere asleep most likely, that’s all he does, and headed out to the living area seeing Blaine laying face down on the couch. He raises an eyebrow seeing Blaine’s current position, “That can’t be comfortable.” he smirks.
He sits down on the coffee table and strokes Blaine’s arm, “I would totally cuddle you but the couch and your position kinda makes that difficult,” he offers, “We all missed you today, I didn’t realize being at home alone felt like that.” he sighs.
“It’s actually not bad,” he mumbles into the leather, his voice muffled and soft. It wouldn’t surprise him if Kurt can’t hear him, but he’s there and stroking Blaine’s arm and that feels so nice that he can’t bring himself to move.
Well, he can’t bring himself to move until Kurt says that can’t cuddle until he does so, so he pushes himself up into a sitting position, turning to face Kurt.
“Fine,” he says, getting up and helping Kurt stand as well. “To the bedroom. I need cuddles.” They settle on their bed, Blaine wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and burying his head into his fiancé’s neck, placing soft kisses on the skin there.
“I missed you guys too. And yeah, being home alone all day kind of sucks.”
Pushing off the wall of the elevator when it reaches his floor, Blaine fishes his keys out of his pocket and heads down the hallway towards his and Kurt’s condo. He unlocks the door and heads inside, slipping his shoes off by the door and leaving his keys in the bowl on the entryway table before padding into the living room and settling face down on the couch.
He sighs deeply, loving the feeling of being able to lay down and relax for the first time in 12 hours. It’s been an incredibly long and tiring day and he knows he has so many of them ahead of him, and he’ll get used to it, but for now he just wants to collapse.
“Kuuuuuuuuurt,” he says, drawing his fiancé’s name out as he lays there. “I’m home.” He hears the shuffling of footsteps, obviously Kurt emerging from wherever he’s been and throws out an arm, groping blindly for his boy. “C’mere.”
“It’s the same old, same old really. My co-workers are amazing, I love going to work in the morning because of them. They’re the least judgemental people I’ve ever met.” Kurt smiles, taking another sip of his drink, “And I get to meet amazing people everyday when they come in for appointments!” he says excitedly.
He continues eating his pasta before he looks over to Zina, “And how exactly is Mamma Mia going?” he asks, “I have tickets booked for your last show this week.” he smiles, “Because I knew it’s your last week in the show even if you didn’t tell me.” he smirks.
Zina smiles and continues to eat as Kurt tells her about his work. She’s really happy that he found a place he loves. “That’s fantastic,” she says. “Must be exciting. My job is booooooring,” she pouts.
Rolling her eyes, she sticks her tongue out at Kurt. “I’m ready to be done, honestly. If I have to hear Take a Chance On Me one more time, I might commit,” she complains, sitting back in her chair, incredibly full. “Ugh, you really didn’t have to,” she turns her head to Blaine, “but you do. Because you haven’t seen me dance yet!”
“And that is an egregious mistake on my part,” Blaine says before taking one final bite of his pasta and then pushing the plate away slightly. “I’m looking forward to finally being able to see the show.”
Once everyone has finished eating, they move from the dining table to the couch in the living room, squishing in together and practically sitting in each other’s laps. It’s a comfortable set up, they have going on and while Kurt and Zina are closer than Blaine and Zina are, he’s glad that he was able to find a place in with them that didn’t feel awkward or stilted.
“And even if I had seen the show already, I’d still come to your closing night, and so would Kurt because we’re awesome and we love you. Duh.”
Blaine accepts his glass of champagne from Kurt with a kiss, following his fiancé and Zina into the dining room to sit down. He sets his glass down on the table and settles into his chair, waiting for Kurt to serve himself before grabbing some food of his own. At Kurt’s urging, Blaine tells Zina about his part.
“It’s small, an ensemble part, really. But they did make me the third understudy to the Phantom. So. That’s really exciting,” he says, taking a sip of his champagne and savoring the taste of it. “My rehearsals start on Monday and I’m like.. super nervous about it.”
He takes a bite of his food, chewing slowly and then gushing about the taste of it.
“Zina, I love you. Can you cook for me every night?”
Kurt served himself just before Blaine did, before he started urging him to tell Zina all about his role, no matter how big or small it was, “Come on, Blaine, she’s on Broadway herself.” he says, nudging him.
He smiles as he listens to Blaine tell her, huge smile planted on his own face. He takes a sip of his diet coke, after refusing the champagne the others were sharing, if he was going to do this, he’d do it right.
“Maybe you should move in with her,” Kurt smirks as he suggests it. “But yes, her cooking is fucking amazing.”
Zina serves herself a large helping of pasta before taking her glass of champagne and taking a seat at her dining room table, immediately digging in. She had barely eaten all day, and she was ravenous. Swallowing quickly when Blaine starts talking, she takes a quick sip of champagne before grinning at the curly haired boy.
“Blaine! That’s fucking amazing! You’re going to do so great. I can only imagine sitting next to Kurt opening night. I expect something along the lines of “that’s my man” to be said at least a million times,” she gushes, winking at Kurt.
“Maybe you guys can just hire me as your personal chef,” she says, taking another bite of food. “Or you can move in. Either way,” she smiles. “So! Kurt, how’s the job going?”
“Haha. Probably. Sometimes I think Kurt’s more excited about it than I am. Although I probably won’t even fully grasp what’s happening until I walk into the studio on Monday.” He shakes his head, taking another sip of his champagne and smiling at Kurt. He’s so, so proud of his fiancé for sticking to this even during this occasion.
“Nah. No offense to you, Z, but I’m perfectly fine living with you, Babe,” he says, leaning over to kiss Kurt softly. “There’s no where else I’d rather be living than with you.” He takes another bite of pasta and listens as Kurt tells Zina about his job and co-workers, wondering if anything new has happened recently. He hasn’t heard anything from Kurt, so he’s just assumed that everything and everyone have been fine.
As soon as Blaine tells Zina that him and Kurt are on their way, she quickly plugs in her computer to her speakers, turns on some music, and heads into her kitchen to get to work on their dinner. She had already gone shopping earlier, and had picked up a bottle of champagne on the way home from doing her laundy.
Pulling out the necessary ingredients for her favorite pasta recipe, she pours herself a glass of wine and begins the process of chopping vegetables, cooking the pasta, making the sauce, and so on.
Not 30 minutes later, she hears her door open and two sets of footsteps pad down the hall. Spinning around excitedly and spotting the happy couple, she practically tackles Blaine with a hug. “Blainers!,” she squeals, “ugh, I know! Hey! CONGRATS!” she grins before moving over to Kurt and giving him a quick peck and a hug. “Great, everyone’s here! So, uh, champagnes on the table, glasses are-” she begins, but is cut off by Kurt.
“I know where everything is, Z,” he grins, moving to get him and Blaine glasses.
“Ok, then, let’s eat!”
Blaine accepts his glass of champagne from Kurt with a kiss, following his fiancé and Zina into the dining room to sit down. He sets his glass down on the table and settles into his chair, waiting for Kurt to serve himself before grabbing some food of his own. At Kurt’s urging, Blaine tells Zina about his part.
“It’s small, an ensemble part, really. But they did make me the third understudy to the Phantom. So. That’s really exciting,” he says, taking a sip of his champagne and savoring the taste of it. “My rehearsals start on Monday and I’m like.. super nervous about it.”
He takes a bite of his food, chewing slowly and then gushing about the taste of it.
“Zina, I love you. Can you cook for me every night?”
