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lilyvandersteen · 3 years

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The Christmas Guest Chapter 9

Author’s Note: Are you ready for some Klaine kisses? I’m sure you are, so enjoy :-)

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, the Interlude, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 9: Kisses

Kurt woke up in what seemed like the middle of the night when all of a sudden, he went from toasty warm to cold. Where was that duvet? Oh, there it was!

Kurt tucked it close around and underneath him and tried to nod off again. He’d almost succeeded when the duvet was cruelly snatched loose again and a pillar of ice - or was it a boulder of granite? - was shoved against his back. He shivered and tried to push it away, but it wouldn’t budge. Gradually, the stone slab warmed up and softened around him, but not before he’d woken up enough to realize it was actually Blaine’s body. Why he’d ventured out of bed at such an ungodly hour was anybody’s guess, and Kurt hoped he’d make no more such excursions. He wanted to sleep at night, damn it, and preferably until he felt fully rested, thank you very much.

He tried to slip back into sleep, but now he felt too disgruntled and keyed up to manage that. He stayed still and tried to empty his mind. That wasn’t easy, because he was hyperaware of Blaine’s presence – his chest pressed against Kurt’s back, his legs entwined with Kurt’s, his arm slung over Kurt’s waist, his warm hand on top of Kurt’s and his thumb moving back and forth in a soothing pattern.

And then Kurt let out a wordless gasp, because… was that really a love declaration he’d just heard from Blaine? Surely, that was Blaine being sleep-drunk and not realizing whom exactly he was in bed with, right? Right?

Blaine seemed to fall asleep right after that, but Kurt lay awake staring at the ceiling until he heard Carole get up, and decided to go downstairs too. Might as well make a nice Christmas breakfast for everybody, now that he couldn’t sleep anyway.

Carole looked surprised when he entered the kitchen, and then worried. “Are you okay, honey? Is your throat troubling you again?”

Kurt shook his head and helped himself to coffee. “Just couldn’t sleep anymore, so I came here to do some baking.”

By the time Blaine showed up, Finn had already had three helpings of French toast and was pestering Kurt to take his Christstollen out of the oven already so that he could have a slice. “Mom won’t let me have more French toast, ‘cause Blaine hasn’t had any yet.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at his impatient brother, and ignored him as much as he could.

Blaine seemed uncomfortable when the time came to exchange Christmas presents, but cheered up when he remembered he had gifts in his luggage that were apparently generic enough to work just as well for the Hudmel family as they would have for the Andersons.

Looking up from the gifts he’d just unpacked, Kurt saw Blaine hug Carole and beam with pride when she thanked him. His father seemed just as pleased, inspecting a set of… were those beer glasses?

As Carole had remarked before, Blaine seemed part of the family already. Kurt could so easily imagine a life with Blaine always by his side from now on. So clearly that it hurt to realize this might be snatched away from him as soon as their break was over and they had to head back to New York.

Kurt got a lump in his throat, and his eyes pricked. Once again, he found himself wishing that someway, somehow, they could untangle the mess they’d made of things and turn this into something real.

K & B

New Year’s Eve arrived, and though Kurt was looking forward to seeing his friends again, he was nervous as well. Rachel, he could deal with, but he hoped Mercedes would react well. She might be just as angry as Rachel that he hadn’t told her about Blaine yet. They hadn’t talked in several months, but still. And Santana was sure to be a nightmare. He hoped she wouldn’t scare Blaine off by asking him all sorts of invasive questions.

As usual when he felt stressed, he avoided everyone else in the house, and spent far more time choosing his outfit and getting ready than he otherwise would. He didn’t leave the sanctuary of his room until Finn threatened to leave without him.

At least all the prepping and fussing about his appearance hadn’t been for nothing. Blaine was gaping at him, struck speechless with admiration.

Well, that made Kurt feel much better already, so much that he didn’t even roll his eyes at his father’s loud warnings and instructions before they left.

When they arrived at the party, Rachel lit into Kurt at once, letting him have it for keeping silent about Blaine. After living with her for so long, Kurt knew Rachel inside out, and won the argument deftly, without so much as raising his voice.

Mentally high-fiving himself, he introduced Rachel to the newcomers, and then led the way to the makeshift bar, on high alert when he spotted Santana there.

He braced himself for crude remarks, but she let them go with barely an innuendo. He might have guessed she had other mischief on her mind, like tampering with their drinks. When Blaine pointed out she’d spiked them, Kurt felt his temper flare up, but he knew a confrontation with Santana never ended well for her opponent, so he just took a deep breath and slipped away to the kitchen for three soda cans.

Mercedes waylaid him as he was heading back. As he’d guessed, she wasn’t too pleased at being left out of the loop. Kurt weaseled out of that by telling her he had waited until he was sure Blaine was there to stay. “Every time I tell you I have met someone new, I’m always convinced it’s going well, and then after three dates, I find out they’re only in it for the hooking up. And I feel so ashamed, you know? So this time, I wanted to be sure this was going to last.”

Mercedes’ glower disappeared, and a thoughtful look replaced it. “And you think it is? You must, or you would never have taken him to meet your dad.”

Kurt nodded, and before he knew it, he was talking his friend’s ear off about Blaine, telling her how sweet and caring he was, how beautifully he sang, and how he had charmed everyone in the Hudmel household in two seconds flat. “He’s… He’s amazing, ‘Cedes. I… I could see myself marrying him. Not that… I know it’s way too early to be thinking along those lines, I know, but…”

Mercedes grinned. “Aww, someone’s smitten.”

Kurt bit his lip. There was no denying that, unfortunately.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, boo. You deserve this. But he better treat you right, or I’ll rip him a new one.”

Kurt sneaked a look in Blaine’s direction, and saw to his horror that he was being interrogated by Tina.

Uh-oh, I need to go rescue him!

“You’re not listening to a word I say, are you?”

Startled, he whipped his head around, and saw Mercedes fake-pout at him.

“Sorry, ‘Cedes. You were saying?”

Mercedes shook her head, smiling. “We’ll talk later. You go and get back to your sweetheart.”

Kurt didn’t have to be told twice, and hurried to the love seat where Blaine was sitting. To his relief, Blaine was holding his own, telling Tina their fake meet cute story with relish, his eyes shining.

Kurt grinned happily and took over, pleased at how Tina lapped it all up.

When the story came to its end, Kurt saw Tina’s eyes flitting to Cathy, who was sitting next to them. Finn was nowhere near, and Cathy seemed very ill at ease.

Making a mental note to berate Finn for abandoning his girlfriend at a party where she knew practically no-one, Kurt turned the conversation to Tina, and she was only too happy to catch him up.

Mercedes joined them, and Kurt forgot about anything and anyone else as he chatted with her. It had been ages since their last phone call, and even longer since they’d seen each other in person, but their friendship was such that they could pick up where they had left off as if no time had passed at all.

Kurt was so focused on Mercedes that he was startled when Blaine asked him something.

Oh! Blaine! Oh wow, so much for berating Finn… I’m just as bad as he is! No, even worse. I’m forgetting all about Blaine while sitting on his lap!

And what was that Blaine was saying?

Mercedes cottoned on faster than Kurt, and announced for the whole room that Kurt and Blaine were going to sing together.

What?!

Before Kurt knew it, Blaine was tugging him along to the karaoke stage. He felt off balance both mentally and physically, stumbling over his feet and not feeling at all ready to sing.

Blaine, instead of giving Kurt a minute to compose himself, laughed away his concerns, and then, just when Kurt was about to lose his temper, Blaine gave him a sweet kiss on the hand and a smile so sunny that it warmed him from within and made his anger melt away.

Okay, okay. I can do this. I can.

They chose a karaoke classic Kurt had sung before, and he was pleased to note that their voices blended extremely well. In that respect, too, Blaine was a great match.

Kurt beamed at Blaine when the song came to its end, feeling invigorated.

It took only one moment – and one infuriating friend – to ruin his mood. Rachel came to congratulate them, and in the same breath, she demanded to sing with Blaine too.

Blaine, as accommodating as ever, seemed willing to duet with Rachel, but Kurt wasn’t having any of it.

Too long had Rachel swooped in and taken everything Kurt had his eye on. Not this time. No.

He sent Rachel a death glare, and with a loud “No!”, he grabbed Blaine’s hand and led him away from her, his blood thrumming “Mine” with every step he took.

And then suddenly Santana was there blocking their way and taunting him, and Kurt’s frustration with this whole situation reached its boiling point, and he shouted at her to leave them alone.

Seconds later, he regretted his outburst, but the damage was done. Santana narrowed her eyes and smirked and started making insinuations, and he was so sick of this. It turned out being teased about your relationship wasn’t much fun when there was no actual relationship to make up for the teasing. Nothing but a sweet guy who went along with pretty much anything people asked of him. Not just Kurt, and he would do well to remember that. They’d established some kind of friendship, yes, but that was all.

Suddenly, he felt bone-weary, and his response was lackluster. How soon after midnight was too soon to leave a New Year’s party, anyway?

He turned to Blaine to tell him he was tired and wanted to go home, but before he could get the first word out, Blaine gave him an intense look, cupped his face in both hands and kissed him.

It wasn’t a gentle peck on the lips. Blaine’s kiss was deep and heady from the start, as if he wanted to tap into Kurt’s very essence.

Kurt, reeling inside, grabbed onto Blaine like a lifeline, because his legs felt like rubber all of a sudden, and his head was all woozy.

Wow. So that’s what kisses are supposed to be about. I’ve been missing out.

As soon as he’d gotten over his initial surprise, Kurt got with the program and started kissing back, winding his arms around Blaine’s middle, closing his eyes and just enjoying the moment.

He would gladly have kissed Blaine the whole night through, but reality intervened, in the form of a very drunk Quinn bumping into him and jolting him out of his kiss-induced haze.

“Sorry,” she slurred, but Kurt paid more attention to the countdown going on. “Six! Five!”

So it wasn’t New Year yet? Then why had Blaine kissed him all of a sudden?

“Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!!”

Everyone around them cheered, and Blaine moved in for another kiss, this one soft and sweet.

“Happy New Year,” Blaine whispered.

“Happy New Year.”

Kurt hoped his face didn’t show all the questions that were running through his head. They still had appearances to keep up, after all. They could discuss this when they were back in his bedroom.

Blaine gave Kurt a soft smile and moved in to nuzzle and kiss his neck.

Ooh, that feels good!

Kurt’s eyes snapped shut of his own accord, and he threw his head back to allow Blaine better access.

Moments later, a voice broke through the thick haze of arousal.

“Ugh, take your soft porn somewhere we don’t have to see it!”

Santana. Apparently, she hadn’t left when they started kissing.

Kurt opened his eyes to tell her she’d done worse with Brittany right in front of him, but before he could speak, someone else said, “Speak for yourself, San. I’m enjoying the show, boys, don’t stop!”

Quinn! Behind her, Sugar, Rachel, Tina and Mercedes were grinning and nodding, and even Puck looked intrigued. The only one who looked slightly nauseated was Finn, but Cathy was beaming at Kurt and winking.

“I think we’re ready to go home,” Kurt announced. “Finn, Cathy, are you coming with us or do you want to stay a bit longer?”

The four of them walked home in silence. Kurt’s head was still overflowing with questions, but he didn’t want Finn to overhear anything, so he kept them all inside.

He shivered in the crisp winter night, and Blaine immediately slung an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

“Better?”

“Much.”

And it was. Kurt happily basked in the body heat Blaine provided, and looked forward to having Blaine warm his icy feet in bed.

They snuck in silently. Finn had clearly decided that if Blaine could sleep over, then so could Cathy. Finn threw Kurt a defiant look, daring him to say something, but seemed only fair to Kurt, so all he said was “Goodnight” before he led Blaine upstairs.

They undressed in silence, and it wasn’t until they were snug in bed, Kurt soaking up Blaine’s heat greedily, that they spoke. Both at the same time.

“Why did you kiss me?”/ “Sorry for kissing you without asking first.”

Kurt turned to look at Blaine. In the moonlight, his expression was serious, and his eyes soft and pleading.

“I… didn’t mind. I just wondered… Why?”

Blaine ducked his head. “Santana was… I thought… It seemed like a good idea at the time. To allay suspicions.”

Kurt digested this. “So it was just for show?”

Blaine swallowed before he answered, his Adam’s apple going up and down, and then he shook his head.

With bated breath, Kurt waited for him to say something more.

“I like you, okay?” Blaine then whisper-shouted. “I know we got thrown into this by a misunderstanding, and we’re not really boyfriends, but I would like to. You’re amazing, Kurt. And these past few day have shown me that we click really well. Do you think… Would you want to…?”

And then it was Kurt moving in for a kiss, clumsy and off-center and full of teeth because they were both grinning into it.

“Yes. Yes yes yes, please. Let’s try this for real.”

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lady-divine-writes · 6 years

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Klaine one-shot - “Under My Skin” (Rated PG13)

After a long night of delousing poor Tracy's hair, Blaine is eager to keep Kurt up, regardless of how tired he is.

And Kurt helps out, by doing something unintentionally stupid. (1476 words)

Notes: I don't consider this a re-write of my K*urtbastian story 'Itchy and Scratchy' per se because, up until the end, I had no idea which pairing I wanted to write this for, so I decided to write it for both xD Also, this assumes, as some of my other one-shots featuring Tracy that Mercedes is her mom, not Rachel, hence the mention of her natural hair. <3 Mostly family fluff. Warning for mention of lice.

Read on AO3.

“How’s the bug?” Kurt asks, shoving the last of their soiled towels into a trash bag and tying it at the top. He never thought he’d see the day they’d use all twenty-one of their bath towels in one sitting, but apparently there is a first time for everything. Unfortunately, the towels have to sit in their polyethylene cocoons for a full twenty-four hours, so he’ll need to buy a couple more in the morning to tide them over.

“Better than the ones that were in her hair.” Blaine sighs, the long evening spent gathered in the bathroom with Tracy perched on a stool in front of Kurt’s vanity while Kurt meticulously combed nit after nit out of their daughter’s voluminous, natural hair weighing on his shoulders.

“Is she asleep yet?’

“Out like a light. How are you holding up?”

Kurt raises a hand to brush his drooping bangs from his forehead, but when he catches sight of the white nitrile glove covered in nits, he stops with a jolt. “I don’t think I’ve been this tired since … well, I can’t remember being this tired. What time is it?”

Blaine fishes his phone from his pocket. Blinking his eyes to gain some focus, he looks at the screen. “2:17 in the morning!” he groans. “God! Didn’t we get started at nine or something?”

“Eight,” Kurt corrects. He sets the trash bag aside, spraying it entirely with Lysol for good measure before he opens another one for Tracy’s clothes.

“How did you know how to do that, by the way?” Blaine asks, snapping on a pair of gloves so he can dive in and help his husband.

“I’m from Ohio.”

Blaine makes a sound that falls somewhere between a scoff and a yawn. “So am I, and I had no idea what to do.”

“Yeah, but you’re from the wealthy part of Ohio, a.k.a the sterile sector.” Kurt shoves a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants into the fresh trash bag. “I’m from the part where lice are so prevalent, we have an actual lice season. Classrooms are segregated not by intelligence level, but by your history of contracting lice in the winter, so the school district can keep the repeat offenders isolated and stay ahead of a massive infestation – no pun intended.”

Blaine chuckles as he gathers up the contents of their two bathroom trashes and combines them into one larger bag. “Have you ever had lice?”

“Only once,” Kurt admits. He removes his gloves, completely covered in Pantene conditioner and dying lice up to his wrists, tosses them into Blaine’s trash bag, and snaps on a fresh pair. “Some bonehead in one of the remedial fifth grade classes threw his crusty hat in the coat closet with everyone’s clean stuff as a prank, and it landed square on my jacket. My head was infested so badly, my dad almost had to shave my hair to get rid of them all.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

“How did you avoid it?”

“There was a lady down the block from us who ran a beauty parlor out of her kitchen and she knew how to handle lice. She taught us her technique.”

Blaine stops what he’s doing and gazes up at the ceiling, trying to picture an eleven-year-old Kurt with no hair, but he can’t. He can no more imagine a young Kurt Hummel hairless than he can his husband bereft of his signature wavy locks, which is saying something since, technically, he has seen Kurt bald (sort of), having been privy to photographs of Kurt sporting a semi bald cap for his role as Riff in McKinley’s ill-fated production of Rocky Horror.

The thought of it is so disturbing; Blaine must have blocked it out.

“I don’t think the world is ready for a bald Kurt Hummel,” he decides, breaking out a roll of paper towels and a bottle of 409 to wipe down the sink and toilet.

“That’s what I’ve always believed.”

On the counter by the sink, Blaine stumbles across the hair trimmer Kurt had set out at the ready on the off chance this particular infestation was beyond his ability to control. It didn’t come to that, of course, but there they sat just in case they were needed. Even though they weren’t touched, they’d need to be cleaned before they were put away, so Blaine starts wiping down the blades when a thought bubbles at the back of his brain.

“Although, it may be about time we got around to shaving something else.”

“Like …?” Kurt assumes Blaine is referring to Tracy’s poor Tortoiseshell, who sat obediently by his friend’s side the entire time Tracy was treated. Not that Brian was in any danger. Lice are species specific. Human lice won’t infect a cat.

“Like … other areas of your body that may be getting a little unruly, to put it politely.”

Kurt gasps. He subconsciously moves his hands to cover his privates, but remembers – lice. After handling only a few items of Tracy’s clothes, his gloves are already covered in goop and trapped insects, some of the buggers a little more lively than Kurt is comfortable with. He really should avoid getting them on his own clothes if he wants to remain pest-free. So he stands in front of his husband, unable to cross his arms or put his hands on his hips, feeling exposed. “So maybe I’m overdue for a waxing. Have you honestly been paying that much attention?”

“I’m always paying attention,” Blaine says, bouncing his eyebrows. “It’s my job.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, to quote a near and dear John Mayer song, your body’s a wonderland. My wonderland. And I consider myself the caretaker. That includes keeping you happy, healthy, satisfied, man-scaped …”

“I don’t know if that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said,” Kurt says, eyeing his husband as he approaches, trimmer in hand, “or the most revolting.”

“Which one’s going to get us into bed quicker?”

“Unfortunately, neither. We still have a ton of cleaning to do, and we can’t turn in till it’s done.”

“Well, I recommend we move this party to the guest bathroom so we can get to it then.”

“How are we going to clean this bathroom if we move to a different bathroom, one that doesn’t even need to be cleaned?”

“I figure we can start with the two of us, then move back to this bathroom after we’re done.”

“But we’ll have to take another shower after that!”

“And that’s a bad thing why?”

“Because I’m exhausted,” Kurt argues, backing up against the bathroom wall with no intention of fighting off his husband’s advances. He can’t help it. He can barely keep his eyes open, but he’s also extremely horny – which is a bit on the off-putting side since he’s just spent the last several hours picking bugs out of his daughter’s hair.

But that’s what being in love with an incredible and sexy man will do. It makes everything else in the world seem irrelevant.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Blaine promises. “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll bathe you, I’ll wash your hair, I’ll trim you up, make you all smooth and presentable …”

“Presentable to who?” Kurt chirps a nervous laugh at his husband’s domineering tone. It’s not one Kurt often hears.

It’s different.

It’s unexpected.

It’s hot.

“To me … and only me …” Blaine moves in closer, eyes locked on Kurt’s lips. Kurt leans back, ready to pull his mouth away at the last minute and leave Blaine to lay kisses across his neck. But Blaine knows that ploy, so he starts at the juncture of Kurt’s neck and shoulder instead, traveling steadily up, up, up, in search of his husband’s mouth. Kurt tilts his head. His bangs fall into his face again, and a stray hair tickles his nose. He reaches between them and pushes his hair off his forehead.

A millimeter away from his husband’s lips, both men stop cold.

“Did I … just do what I think I did?” Kurt asks, his jaw hanging so low it almost scrapes the toe of his slippers.

“I’m afraid so,” Blaine says, hazel eyes sympathetic, his face etched with lines of concern.

“Dammit!”

“What should we do?” Blaine asks, hoping against hope that the answer might simply be don’t worry about it. Continue on with their plans. Anything louse related will wash off in the shower while they’re making love.

“Grab that comb,” Kurt commands. “You’re going to learn how to de-louse.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to shave it all off?” Blaine jokes, shaking the hair trimmer where Kurt can see. Kurt grabs it out of Blaine’s hand and slams it down on the counter.

“If you ever want to get head again,” Kurt says, unbuttoning his shirt, “you’ll de-louse mine. Now get to work!”

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gleeomeglerp · 4 years

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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like Klaine.

Stranger: [AU, football jock!Blaine] I'm sorry you got me as your designated cheerleader, but I'm a good baker so hopefully you're not too disappointed. -K

You: It's fine. I'm not too disappointed. -B

Stranger: Awesome, well, just tell me what you want, then. Whatever it is, I'll do my best. -K

You: You can just surprise me. -B

Stranger: No, seriously. I want to give you something you actually want. -K

You: I'm really not too picky. You can bake whatever you feel like. -B

Stranger: I mean, did you want something other than cookies or whatever? -K

You: Just surprise me. I'll be happy with whatever. -B

Stranger: Alright, if you're sure. But at least promise that if you want something else you'll let me know? -K

You: I promise I'll let you know. -B

Stranger: Thanks. -K [Three days later] Your first box is in your locker. Let me know. -K

You: I'm excited to see what it is. I'm sure it'll be amazing. -B

Stranger: Oatmeal white chocolate chip. My best recipe for cookies. -K I hope it makes the other guys jealous. -K

You: They sound heavenly. I can't wait to taste them! -B I'm sure they'll all be jealous. -B

Stranger: Well, that's the point, right? The cheerleader who makes the other players jealous wins, right? -K

You: Definitely. Every player wants to get the best cheerleader and the best treats. -B

Stranger: So what do the best cheerleaders do? -K

You: I guess just make their player feel special. It's probably different depending on who you ask, though. -B

Stranger: Well, I definitely think you're special. -K I just don't want it to be weird that you got paired with a guy. -K

You: Thanks. I feel special already. -B Somebody had to be paired with a guy. It's not the worst thing that could happen. -B

Stranger: I mean, some of the girls have a lot more to offer than I do. -K

You: Like what? -B

Stranger: Their bodies? -K I've heard some of them talking about how far they'll go for their players. -K

You: I guess their bodies are a little different from yours. -B Really? Who? -B

Stranger: Santana and Britt, but still. -K

You: Oh, I should have known. -B

Stranger: I mean you could always...close your eyes, I guess. Think about whoever you want. -K If that's what you want me to do. -K

You: I suppose I could just close my eyes if I wanted to. -B

Stranger: I mean, would you like that? -K

You: I would never want to force you to do something you weren't comfortable with. -B

Stranger: Let me figure that out once I know what you want. -K

You: I wouldn't turn you down if you offered. -B

Stranger: How often do you like it? -K

You: Do you really have to ask? -B

Stranger: Some guys are easier to drain than others, if you know what I mean. -K

You: I would never say no to you, Kurt. -B

Stranger: Be honest though. Once a day? More? Less? -K What can you handle? -K

You: I don't think I could handle more than once a day! I wasn't thinking you could take that much. -B

Stranger: Blaine, I told you. Tell me the dream and let me figure out how close I can get. -K Just promise to really brag hard about me if you're happy with it. -K

You: Are you only willing to do this because you want me to brag about you to all the other players? -B

Stranger: God no. I almost prayed to get you, and I'm an atheist. -K

You: Really? So if we weren't paired together, you'd still want to get together? -B

Stranger: I didn't think you'd know I existed if we weren't paired together. But yes. -K

You: Of course I know you existed! How could I miss you? It's not like there's many guys on your squad, you stand out. -B

Stranger: Well sure, but I thought I was just some dumb gay boy to all of you guys. -K

You: Maybe to some of the other guys, but not to me. -B

Stranger: What did you think of me? -K

You: I just thought you were the cute gay cheerleader. -B

Stranger: You think I'm cute? -K Wait...do you like guys? -K I thought I saw you making out with a girl at a party once. -K

You: Uh.. I can appreciate a good looking person! -B I make out with a lot of girls at parties. Parties are the best place to make out with girls! -B

Stranger: You didn't answer me. -K Do you like guys, Blaine? -K

You: What have you heard about me? Or are you just asking based on one comment that I made about you being cute. -B

Stranger: I haven't heard anything. -K ...which is the point, right? -K

You: Fine. I might like guys, okay. Just don't go spreading that around. -B

Stranger: Secret is entirely safe with me. -K The only reason I need you to brag is that if I don't make you happy I'll get kicked off the squad. -K

You: Good. Thank you. I can't have the other players knowing, or they'll get weird about me being on the team with them. -B I'll brag about you. I'm sure I can manage that without giving too much away. -B

Stranger: So, once a day is enough? -K Because I'll fall to my knees any time you want, for a guy like you. -K

You: Why don't we just play it by ear. We don't have to put any pressure on it. -B If you keep saying things like that, it might be more than once a day. -B

Stranger: Blaine, I want to drain your balls. I want...whatever I can have. -K

You: I'm all yours, Kurt. You can have all of me. -B

Stranger: ...fuck. -K I did not expect that. -K

Stranger: I was kind of afraid you'd beat me up for suggesting it. -K

You: I would never! -B I'm actually really glad you suggested it. -B

Stranger: Does football get you all worked up? -K ...does the locker room? -K

You: Most of those guys aren't exactly my type. -B

Stranger: What is your type? -K

You: Someone tall but thin, athletic but not all bulging muscle, flexible, someone that knows how to make me laugh. -B

Stranger: [Image attached: picture of Kurt in his cheer uniform with both legs behind his back on a mat.] I guess I need to learn your sense of humor. -K

You: Shit! -B With flexibility like that, I don't think I even care about laughing. -B

Stranger: Maybe you'll have to experiment with it a little sometime. -K

Stranger: Though, honestly, I'd like to be able to make you laugh, too. -K

You: I'm sure you could. You seem like the full package, Kurt. -B

Stranger: I've heard you've got a full package. -K Though who knows? People talk. -K Honestly, though, you seem pretty great. I've had a crush on you for a long time. -K

You: What do people say about me? What all have you heard? -B You have? How did I never realize? -B

Stranger: Just a comment somebody made once about seeing you in the shower. -K And you're not the only one who has to keep his feelings under wraps, even if I'm out. -K

You: Oh. I guess you'll just have to see if I live up to your expectations. -B You don't want to be seen as that predatory gay that tries to turn the football player? -B

Stranger: Yeah, and I also would like to graduate with all my ribs in tact. -K Not that it wouldn't be hot to be able to turn a guy like you, but I guess I don't really need to. -K

You: Nobody will be busting your ribs if I have anything to do with it. -B Yeah, I guess there's not much turning that needs to be done. I'm already pretty willing. -B

Stranger: Do you even like the girls you make out with, or is it just to keep up appearances? -K

You: I don't know if I really /like/ like them, but they're cool girls. A mouth's a mouth, and like you said before, I can close my eyes. -B

Stranger: How far do you go? -K

You: With the girls? -B

Stranger: Yeah. -K

Stranger: If you don't mind telling me. -K

You: Just kissing, and a little over the clothes. -B

Stranger: So when you're alone, do you think about them? -K

You: No. They're amazing girls, but I can't say that they really do it for me. -B

Stranger: Okay. Good to know. -K

You: It is? -B

Stranger: Just trying to get a sense of what you like. -K

You: Oh, okay. It's not those girls, don't worry. -B

Stranger: I can wear a cheer skirt and make my voice high and stuff if you're into that, but I'd rather not, so that's good. -K

You: I'm sure you'd still look hot in the skirt, but it's really not something I'm into. You look just right in your uniform. -B

Stranger: Maybe one day we'll give it a try, but not right away. -K

You: If you want to. I think either way I'll be more excited to get you /out/ of your clothes. -B

Stranger: Do you think I could watch you shower sometime? -K Kind of a fantasy of mine. -K

You: Oh.. uh.. yeah. I think that would be fine. I wouldn't mind that. -B Would you be in the shower with me or just watching? -B

Stranger: I could be in there with you. -K On my knees, maybe? Or bent over? Or just washing you, even. -K

You: Whichever you want! Any of those sound perfect, really! -B

Stranger: Blaine, relax. -K In case this isn't clear, I like the idea of giving you what you want. -K

You: Any of those would be amazing! I wouldn't complain about any of them, or all of the above. -B

Stranger: Okay, let's try this. -K When you're alone, and touching yourself, what do you usually think about? -K

You: Kurt... -B

Stranger: It's okay. Tell me. -K

You: Um.. I guess I think about someone cornering me after practice, or after a game, in the showers and uh.. them telling me that we could keep whatever happens our little secret, and they drop to their knees and uh.. wash me off before sucking me, and trying to stay quiet while all my teammates are around and being so close to getting caught. -B

Stranger: ...well, I'm hard. -K Just promise that if we do get caught you won't let them kill me. -K

You: I would never! -B

Stranger: Then I'm definitely in. -K

You: Really? -B

Stranger: Fuck yes. That's hot as hell. -K

You: You really think so? You're not just saying that? -B

Stranger: Not at all. -K I just...how big /are/ you? I just need to decide if we can do it soon or if I need practice first. -K

You: Above average for my height, that's for sure. I don't think big enough that you'd need to practice, though. How big are you used to? -B

Stranger: Uh, just myself. -K

Stranger: You said you like flexible guys. -K But I'm not that big. -K

You: You've never been with anyone else? -B I don't think size really matters much. It's all about what you can do with what you have. -B How big are you, anyway? -B

Stranger: 4-ish. -K I just figured if it would make me gag trying to get it all, I'd rather practice before we do that where it might get me caught. -K

You: That's actually really hot. -B You don't have to worry about taking it all if you're worried. We can work up to it if you feel more comfortable, plus, if you're on your knees for me in the locker room, I don't think I'll be able to last very long anyway. -B

Stranger: Fuck that. I want it all. -K

You: Then maybe you should practice, but don't worry about it too much. -B

Stranger: I'm not worried, I'm excited. I kind of hope it's a challenge. -K

You: I'm very excited. It might be a challenge to not get caught, but I think we can pull it off. -B

Stranger: I meant I hope that you're a challenge, but I'm sure we'll be able to avoid getting caught. -K

You: Do you think 8 inches will be a challenge for you? -B

Stranger: Fuck yes. Especially if it's thick. -K

You: Then it might be a challenge. -B

Stranger: Now I'm hard and I'm drooling. -K

You: How much practice do you think you're going to need? I could always help you practice. -B

Stranger: Oh, I was hoping to practice at least once a day from now on. -K

You: Together? -B

Stranger: Duh. -K

You: Then we shouldn't waste any time, right? -B

Stranger: I guess not. -K

You: Maybe we should practice tonight. After cheer and football practice? -B

Stranger: You could meet me at my car. I'll give you a ride home. -K

You: Yeah, I'll meet you at your car. Thanks. -B

Stranger: Plus there's plenty of room for me on the floor if we park somewhere. -K

Stranger: Or your room, if nobody's around. -K

You: Fuck. Either one works for me. I don't think my parents are going to be home tonight. I think they're still on their business trip. -B

Stranger: Maybe I'll have to get a lot of practice in, then. -K

You: Extra practice can never hurt. -B

Stranger: How much can you handle? -K

You: I'd like to think I could handle a lot as long as I got some time to breathe. -B

Stranger: Oh yeah, I can give you breaks. -K

You: In that case, I think I can handle everything you give me. -B

Stranger: I mean, I could stay the night, if you're that backed up. -K

You: Well, I do have the whole house to myself... -B

Stranger: I have extra clothes in my locker. -K

Stranger: Emergency slushie clothes, but still. -K

You: How convenient. Are you sure your family won't mind that you don't come home? -B

Stranger: I'll tell them I'm at Rachel's. -K

You: Sneaky! I love it! -B

Stranger: So that's a yes? -K

You: Definite yes! -B

Stranger: Awesome. I'll shower after practice then meet you. -K Unless you want to shower together at your place. -K

You: I don't have the biggest shower at my place, but if you're willing to squeeze in together, we can shower at my place. -B

Stranger: Isn't that kinda the point? -K

You: I guess you're right. -B

Stranger: I'll shower, it's fine. -K We'll just get right to it. -K

You: That works for me! I'll meet you at your car after showers. -B

Stranger: Alright. Sounds perfect. -K

You: I can't wait! -B

Stranger: Well, try not to throw a boner in the locker room. -K

You: I'll do my best, but no promises. ;) -B

Stranger: I don't want somebody else in there getting to you before me. -K

You: I don't think any of them would be interested. -B

Stranger: Sad for you, I'm sure. -K

You: I think I'm getting the better end of the bargain. I'm not interested in any of them. -B

Stranger: Well, alright then. -K Guess I don't need to worry. -K

You: You have nothing to worry about! -B They're no competition to you. -B

Stranger: I just want to know where I stand. -K

You: You're miles ahead of anyone else! -B

Stranger: Here I was hoping you'd say I don't stand, I kneel. -K

You: That would be ideal. -B

Stranger: Blaine, I'm your cheerleader. Treat me like it. -K

You: How exactly should I be treating you then? -B I thought they cheerleaders were supposed to do the treating. -B

Stranger: Football players are supposed to be getting what they want from us. -K

You: And I want you to come to my house after practice. -B

Stranger: Alright, alright. -K

You: So you're still up for it? Because it's the perfect opportunity. -B

Stranger: Oh, 100%. -K

You: Great! I'm really looking forward to it. -B

Stranger: I'll see you then? -K

You: You certainly will! -B

Stranger: Perfect. -K

You: Practice hard for me. -B

Stranger: I'll see if I can distract you. -K

You: Kurt... you already pull my attention without even trying. -B

Stranger: Oh yeah? What does, my ass? -K

You: Yeah, and the way you move your body and stretch. -B

Stranger: Good to know. I knew that jock I wear would help someday. -K

You: Is that all you wear under your uniform? -B

Stranger: When I cheer, yeah. -K

You: I'm really not going to be able to focus on practice now. -B

Stranger: It's all I'd wear under a skirt, too. ;) -K

You: Fuck, even the girls wear those little shorts. -B

Stranger: The girls need to keep their bellies in check. I don't. -K

You: Oh, I guess I never really thought much about why they wear them. I thought they were just part of the required uniform. -B

Stranger: Nah, it's a flab thing. -K

You: That just made it sound really unsexy. -B

Stranger: Good, I want to be the only cheerleader you have your eye on. -K

You: You are already the only cheerleader I have my eyes on. -B

Stranger: Excellent. -K

You: Those girls really aren't my type, as nice as they might be. -B

Stranger: No girls are though, right? -K

You: Right. -B

Stranger: Good. Because no matter how hard I try I can't grow tits. -K

You: Please don't. Your chest is perfect the way it is. -B

Stranger: You've seen it? -K

You: Um.. well.. not up close, but I might have snuck a look... -B

Stranger: Good. -K

You: You don't think it's weird that I was sneaking a look at you? -B

Stranger: No, I think it's awesome. -K

You: That's good to know. -B

Stranger: Seriously, I want you to just...take me. Enjoy me. -K

You: I have no doubt I'll enjoy you. All of you. -B

Stranger: I can't wait. -K

You: After practice, we can practice that. -B

Stranger: Oh yeah? -K What's your record for one day? -K

You: I think four times in one day is my record, but that's not my usual. -B

Stranger: What's your usual? -K

You: Once maybe twice. -B

Stranger: Hm. Okay. -K

Stranger: I can work with that. -K

You: Are you going to try to set a new record? -B

Stranger: Of course. -K

You: What's yours? -B

Stranger: 7, but I like to save it and then just go for it one day when I'm alone. -K

You: Fuck! -B

Stranger: Yeah, so don't worry about me finishing. I'm happy just on my knees. -K

You: So you'd rather not finish every time? And save it for later? -B

Stranger: I guess so. -K

You: That's really hot. -B

Stranger: Your pleasure is honestly what matters most to me. -K

You: How am I supposed to focus when you say things like that, Kurt? -B

Stranger: Why do you need to? -K

You: Because I just can't be thinking about you on your knees when I need to be focused on football practice. -B

Stranger: Try it and see. -K

You: You already pull focus when you're doing your thing on the sidelines. -B

Stranger: Isn't that the point? -K

You: Not when I'm trying to win a game! -B

Stranger: I'll try to dress less sexy during games, then. -K

Stranger: Or I'll just blow you before so you're good to go. -K

You: I wouldn't say no to that... It could be a good pre-game ritual to have. -B

Stranger: And half-time too, if necessary. -K

You: But you're usually busy during half time. -B

Stranger: I'll have time during the other team's routine if you're quick. -K

You: Deal. -B

Stranger: I hope you taste good. Not that I won't do it either way. -K

You: You're too good to me! -B

Stranger: I kinda want to taste you all sweaty from a game. -K

You: You do? Do you think you'll like it? -B

Stranger: Yeah. I kind of want to lick you clean. -K

You: You need to stop talking like that, you're going to make me hard. -B

Stranger: Are you cut or uncut? -K

You: Cut. -B

Stranger: Guess I won't be licking up underneath it then. -K

Stranger: That's okay, I'll just spend extra time on your balls instead. -K

You: Oh God, Kurt.. please do! -B

Stranger: I could even eat you out if you want. Anywhere you want my tongue. -K

You: How much trouble would you get into if you skipped your last class today? -B

Stranger: I have study hall. -K

You: Skip it? Meet me in the locker room by the pool? -B

Stranger: Yes sir. -K

You: Great! I'll see you then! -B

Stranger: Kurt looked around nervously as he came into the locker room. The swim team seemed like good guys, but they might not like him in the locker room. Nobody did, that's why he changed with the other Cheerios. He was satisfied nobody was there, so he sat on a bench and waited for Blaine to join him, hoping he wasn't being set up.

You: Blaine knew the swim team wasn't practicing today, so he figured it would be safe for them to hide in the locker room. He walked into the locker room and spotted Kurt immediately. "I would have thought you'd be on your knees waiting with how often you talked about being on your knees, but maybe it is smart to talk about this first." He smiled, sitting next to Kurt on the bench. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. We could even just use our hands for now." He said. As much as he really wanted Kurt, he didn't want to pressure him into anything.

Stranger: Kurt blushed. Why didn't he think of that? He chastized himself internally as he stood and then fell to his knees right in front of Blaine. "Just wasn't sure how you'd want me," he said, hoping it was a decent recovery. "I'll say no if I want to, but trust me, I don't want to," he said firmly as he reached out and ran a hand over Blaine's thigh, not wanting to be too insistent in case he wanted to back out.

You: "On your knees would do just fine." Blaine said, feeling himself harden seeing Kurt on his knees in front of him. "I want this more than you could even know. What football player doesn't fantasize about having a cheerio on their knees?" He asked, palming himself through his pants before unzipping them and pulling them down just enough so he could get his cock out. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking himself until he was completely hard.

Stranger: "What Cheerio doesn't have the same fantasy?" Kurt asked with a grin as he reached out and gently pushed Blaine's hand aside so he could do it, stroking it, getting used to the size and shape before he leaned forward to lick from the tip down along the bottom straight to Blaine's balls.

You: "Maybe the lesbian cheerios." Blaine said, gasping when Kurt started to stroke him. "Do you like what you see?" He asked, moaning a little. He could really get used to this. Kurt was everything he could ever want.

Stranger: "Fuck yes," Kurt said, eyes wide as he gently stroked. He reached in with his free hand to gently roll Blaine's balls in his palm. "It's so big. Twice mine," he praised as he went down again to make out with the tip.

You: "I bet you can't wait to have this inside you one day, hu?" He smirked. "I know you can take it all with a bit of practice." he moaned, reaching down to put his hands on Kurt's shoulders.

Stranger: Kurt just moaned and went deeper, though honestly his hole was already throbbing at the idea of Blaine inside of him. His dick was leaking too, but he just ignored it and focused on keeping his teeth off the thick shaft.

You: "Yes, just like that." Blaine moaned, closing his eyes for a second just so he could try to get himself composed again. He didn't want this to be over too soon, even though Kurt's mouth felt amazing on him.

Stranger: Kurt used one hand to work the base of the cock while the other worked Blaine's balls. They were huge too, and the felt full, which only inspired Kurt to suck harder and work his tongue more to try and empty them.

You: Blaine looked down at Kurt, watching him suck his cock. "I'm not gonna last long. You're too good, Kurt." He moaned, reaching down to run his fingers through Kurt's hair.

Stranger: Kurt moaned and took his hand off Blaine's cock to gesture for him to go ahead and shoot. He sped up again, taking more and more of the fat cock with each stroke.

You: "Fuck, Kurt." Blaine moaned as soon as Kurt sped up. "You want to take it, don't you? You've been dreaming of swallowing all my seed, hu?" He moaned, grabbing Kurt's hair to keep him close as he shot his load.

Stranger: Kurt moaned hard as he opened his throat as best he could, managing to get the tip in his throat as Blaine pushed forward. He was proud of himself, though sad he didn't get a good taste. He swallowed it easily, but resolved to get Blaine to let him really enjoy the next load.

You: Blaine pulled out of Kurt's mouth. "That was amazing, Kurt. You look so hot on your knees with my cock in your mouth." He smirked.

Stranger: "I'm glad. Just make sure next time I get to really taste it, alright?" he said, touching Blaine's thigh again before pulling his hands away, putting them behind his back. He didn't move to get up, and wouldn't until Blaine seemed to be done with him.

You: "Mm, of course. Maybe later if you'd like." He said hopefully. "You're still giving me a ride home, right?" He asked, tucking himself back into his pants. "Do you have the time? I don't want to be late for practice."

Stranger: Kurt looked slightly disappointed as he stood up and sat next to Blaine. "I'd be happy to give you a ride, and won't be late. You finished fast and we have a whole period before practice," he assured him, putting his hand on Blaine's arm. God he was strong, it turned Kurt on so much.

You: "Can you really blame me? You're really hot, and it's been a couple days since I've gotten off." He said. "I swear I can usually last longer. This was just new, and I wasn't sure if we'd get caught."

Stranger: Kurt chuckled. "Blaine, what did I tell you?" he said. "You should use me. If that was how you wanted it, it's how I want it," he assured him, blushing a little.

You: "I want you to enjoy yourself, too. Next time I want it to last longer. Your mouth felt amazing, you're really good at sucking cock." He smirked.

Stranger: "I've had a lot of practice on myself," Kurt pointed out. "That's usually how I get myself off," he admitted, blushing even more deeply.

You: "I really need to see that." Blaine groaned. "That's really, really hot, Kurt."

Stranger: "You want me to do it?" Kurt offered, looking around. It would be somewhat uncomfortable on the bench, but he could probably manage.

You: "Can you do it here? Or would it be easier in my bed with some pillows to support you?" He asked.

Stranger: "It would be easier in your bed," Kurt agreed, thankful for how thoughtful Blaine was being.

You: "Then you can show me tonight." He smirked. "It'll give me something to look forward to."

Stranger: Kurt nodded. He looked around, trying to find something to talk about. "So...is there anything you want from me we haven't talked about?" he asked.

You: Blaine shook his head, biting his lip. "No. I'm easy to please, as you can tell." He said.

Stranger: "That's not a bad thing, babe. I'm happy with it," Kurt assured him honestly. The affectionate name just slipped right out, and he looked embarrassed by it.

You: "We'll just have to practice a lot. There's lots of room for improvement, right /babe/?" He smirked.

Stranger: "Lots of room inside me, maybe," Kurt shot back, hoping he could distract Blaine from it by turning him on.

You: Blaine groaned. "Please, Kurt. I can't.. not yet."

Stranger: Kurt smirked, glad it worked. "That's alright. Just as long as all the ones you need are mine from now on."

You: "All of them?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

Stranger: "I mean, all the ones you want to give me," he said demurely, backing off.

You: "You're more than welcome to all of them. I'm surely not going to complain." He smirked.

Stranger: "Good, that's the goal," Kurt said honestly.

You: "So even before school, you'd be fine with that?" He asked.

Stranger: "Yeah, of course," Kurt said, like that was obvious. "I could give you a ride, do it that way, or find somewhere to sneak it before homeroom."

You: "Fuck, I'm already starting to wonder if once a day is going to still be my normal." He said. "That was before I had a hot cheerio willing to suck me off."

Stranger: "Blaine, maybe you don't understand. I'm yours. You own this mouth, you decide when you cum in it," he said, hoping to make Blaine understand how much this turned him on.

You: "Even if I drag you out of lunch?" He smirked.

Stranger: "I'd be honored to have your cum for dessert," Kurt agreed, nodding lustfully.

You: "You are way too hot for your own good." Blaine groaned,

Stranger: "What's wrong, sir?" Kurt asked, smirking right at him.

You: "Kurt.." He groaned, looking down at him. "Don't do this to me. I have to have some energy for practice." He said, feeling his cock already start to twitch with interest.

Stranger: "Don't do what to you, sir? I'm just here to make sure you get whatever you need to play your best," he said with a cruel little wink before he pouted his lips.

You: "Don't get me hard again." He said. "I can't play my best if I'm worn out from fucking your mouth."

Stranger: Kurt nodded. "Well how can I control that? What gets you hard?" he asked, knowing it was evil.

You: "You. Just you. You on your knees, you looking so fucking hot, everything about you!" He groaned.

Stranger: Kurt smiled wide. "I'm sitting now, isn't that enough?" he asked. "You can't even see my ass or anything, sir."

You: "Still. You just drive me wild, Kurt. I can't help but get turned on."

Stranger: "Want me to go, then?" Kurt asked, hoping Blaine would say no.

You: "No. We still have some time." He said. "Let's just talk or something, though."

Stranger: "Okay, so talk to me," Kurt said, turning to face Blaine and look at him attentively.

You: "How long have you been doing cheerleading?" Blaine asked, trying to think of something to talk about.

Stranger: "Not that long, just since freshman year, but I like all the dancing and flipping and all that," he said with a shrug.

You: "I would have thought you'd been doing it all your life. You're really good." Blaine said. "Did you dance before that?"

Stranger: "Yeah, I took lessons. I'm not sure I was good at either one, but it was fun and I enjoyed it," he nodded. "What about you? When did you start football?"

You: "My dad got me into football at a young age, but I didn't really start playing on a team until I was in seventh grade." He said. "At least it was something to try to connect with."

Stranger: Kurt nodded. "My dad would have liked it if I played," he said, understanding. "But I guess he's happy. He'd like knowing I was so into a football player, at least."

You: "I'm sure if I told my dad I was into a cheerio he'd be over the moon." He chuckled. "He's probably even buy me a bunch of condoms or something, since in his mind, cheerleading is a girl's sport, and he'd want to encourage me to get with a girl."

Stranger: "I mean, it kinda is a girl's sport, but we don't need the condoms. You can take me bare," Kurt said, grinning up at Blaine.

You: "You're sure? It would be much less mess." He pointed out.

Stranger: "Wouldn't you rather make a mess?" Kurt asked. He sighed a little, since Blaine really didn't seem to get it.

You: "I guess." He shrugged. "At least depending on if you had a place to clean yourself up."

Stranger: "Blaine, I told you. That problem is my problem. You tell me what you want," he said, trying again to explain it.

You: "I just don't think I could enjoy myself, knowing that you'd be going through the school day or whatever all messy and uncomfortable if you didn't have a place or the time to properly clean up." He said softly.

Stranger: Kurt nodded. Of course Blaine was too sweet to just take what was his. "Alright, that's kind of you," he said. "But remember, I want to be your good Cheerio slut," he whsipered, a little embarrassed to put it so bluntly.

You: "I have no doubt that you will be." Blaine blushed a little. "If this time was anything to go by, I don't think I could ever be disappointed in your performance."

Stranger: "So you won't hold back? I want to give you whatever you need," he said eagerly.

You: "I won't hold back at all." Blaine said.

Stranger: Kurt nodded, satisfied. "Good, that's all I ask."

You: "I think I can fulfill that wish." He smirked.

Stranger: Kurt nodded. "I give good massages too, if you need one, if you're sore or something," he offered.

You: "I might have to take you up on that. I usually get a little sore after a rough game or practice." He said.

Stranger: "Well, I'll take care of everything after a rough game, then," Kurt promised.

You: "Thanks. You're way too good to me." He smiled. "I don't know how I could repay you."

Stranger: "With cock. Obviously," Kurt joked.

You: "I can do that. Cock in your mouth, cock in your hand, cock in your ass, cock wherever you want." He said.

Stranger: "Sounds like heaven," Kurt assured him with a broad smile.

You: "All in one sitting?" He smirked.

Stranger: "Blaine, don't you get it? Whatever you have to give me, I want," he insisted.

You: "I do get it, Kurt." He said. "It's just almost too good to be true."

Stranger: "It's true. You'll see," Kurt promised.

You: "I guess I will." He smirked.

Stranger: "I hope you're happy," he said, reaching to touch Blaine again. "That's the goal."

You: "I am happy, believe me. You're everything I've ever wanted." He said.

Stranger: "Oh yeah? This is the dream?" he asked, wondering if it was true.

You: "You're the subject of some of my best dreams." He said.

Stranger: "Already? That was easy," he teased, nudging against Blaine a little.

You: "Yes. Don't think I haven't noticed you before." He said.

Stranger: ."What did you imagine I'd be like?" Kurt asked, curiously.

You: "I'd never imagined you'd be as amazing as you are. Not even my fantasies could prepare me for what happened today."

Stranger: Kurt absolutely beamed when Blaine praised him that way. "Well, if there's anything else, just tell me, okay? I'm so turned on by all of this, you have no idea."

You: "I'll make sure you're the first one I tell, well, and the only one." He said. "I would never tell anyone but you my fantasies."

Stranger: "Good. That makes me feel so special. I was sure you were straight and all this was gonna be pointless," he admitted softly.

You: "I'm glad even you thought I was straight. That means I'm doing a good job of hiding." He sighed. "None of the football players can know."

Stranger: "I promise, Blaine. I can keep the secret, no problem," Kurt assured him.

You: "Thank you! I really appreciate it." He sighed.

Stranger: "I know it sucks. But you can do this," he said, squeezing Blaine's hand.

You: "Thanks, babe." He whispered. "Thanks for everything."

Stranger: Kurt blushed proudly at being called babe. "Trust me, I got the better part of the deal," he assured.

You: "You did?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, "Sounds to me like you're a human sex toy." he teased.

Stranger: "Exactly!" Kurt said brightly, chuckling.

You: "That's what you're going for? For real?" He chuckled.

Stranger: "I mean, if you're in the closet that's kinda the best I can get," he pointed out.

You: Blaine sighed. "I'm really sorry. I just can't let my teammates know."

Stranger: "I get it. Maybe someday," Kurt said, shrugging. Nothing he could do about it.

You: "Maybe someday if you still like me after graduation." He said. "I just can't do it now. You know how it is. I need the football scholarship to get into college, so I can't get bullied off the team."

Stranger: "Or I'll follow you to college, be your roommate," Kurt teased with a wink.

You: "You'd do that?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

Stranger: "I mean, if I blow you all the way to the NFL, I expect a ring at the end of it," Kurt said honestly.

You: "I'd probably give you a ring if you blow me through college." He smirked.

Stranger: "It's a deal," Kurt said, holding out his hand.

You: Blaine laughed and shook Kurt's hand. "I guess we have a deal."

Stranger: "I guess we'll see how it goes then," he declared, hoping it really worked out that way.

You: "We have to get through high school first, and hope that we both get accepted to the same college." He said.

Stranger: "We'll coordinate applications. But you could always put in a good word for me when you're a big-time recruit," Kurt suggested, teasing.

You: "I'll try my best." He winked.

Stranger: "I'll have to encourage you to train, too. Maybe if you slack off you don't get me," he suggested with a raised eyebrow.

You: "Do you really think I wouldn't train hard? I'm not a person who slacks off. I have a scholarship to get." He said.

Stranger: "Then it won't be a problem," Kurt reasoned, smiling.

You: "I wouldn't say no to some motivating, though." He smirked.

Stranger: "It can't hurt," Kurt agreed.

You: "No, it really can't. I can only get better." He said.

Stranger: "I'll learn whatever I need to, do my best to get you as good as you can be," Kurt promisef.

You: "You're too good to me." He smiled. "Or you just really want that ring on your finger. It was a ring for your finger you were interested in, right?" He smirked.

Stranger: "Yeah, of course. Cockrings are a dime a dozen," he said, chuckling. "You know what I want."

You: "I just had to make sure. Silver or Platinum?" He asked.

Stranger: "White gold, I think," Kurt said, looking down at his finger contemplatively.

You: "Noted. We can revisit that later, though, just in case you change your mind." He said.

Stranger: Kurt chuckled. "There's like, thousands of blowjobs between now and then," he joked.

You: "Only thousands?" He winked.

Stranger: "Maybe we should keep count," Kurt suggested, grinning at the idea.

You: "Mm, maybe we should. It'll be fun." He smirked. "One down, thousands to go."

Stranger: "Oh, I know it'll be so many, if you stay closeted that long before I'm your boyfriend," Kurt admitted, nodding.

You: "I don't plan to stay closeted too long. Just until I'm out of Ohio." He said. "I wouldn't do that to you. It just wouldn't be fair."

Stranger: Kurt nodded. "That's easy, then. I can handle that. Not that I'll stop blowing you," he said, laughing.

You: "You'd better not stop blowing me!" He gasped. "Unless you just prefer I fuck you more often." He smirked.

Stranger: "Well, I can't wait for you to pop my cherry," Kurt agreed.

You: Blaine groaned. "You can't say that when I need to be thinking about practice soon. If I'm thinking about popping your cherry, I'll end up getting a boner in the middle of practice and there's nothing worse than that."

Stranger: "But I bet the bulge looks great in your pants," Kurt countered, grinning.

You: "You might think that, but any of my teammates would be really grossed out and start to wonder about me." He sighed.

Stranger: Kurt sighed too. "Alright, sorry, I'll stop," he said softly, feeling bad.

You: "It's okay. I'll make it up to you later at my house, okay?" He said softly.

Stranger: "Oh, you've made it up to me already," Kurt promised, squeezing Blaine's hand.

You: "Really? I feel bad for being a buzzkill." He said.

Stranger: "No, it's okay, I get it. I'll find some chill," Kurt promised.

You: "Thanks. I will make it up to you later. My parents aren't going to be home all night, so there won't be anybody else around to catch us." He smiled.

Stranger: "Well that has a lot of potential, but I won't say what," Kurt joked.

You: "You can tell me after practice." He smirked. "Let your mind run wild until then."

Stranger: "Oh so it's fine if I throw a boner at practice," Kurt joked. "No honestly, it is, mine barely makes a bulge at all."

You: "Now that just makes me think that you get a boner often at practice." He groaned.

Stranger: "I do. Because I spend it watching you," Kurt confessed.

You: "Fuck." Blaine hissed. "I shouldn't have asked."

Stranger: "Hey, that's on you," Kurt said, raising his hands.

You: "I know, I know. I take full blame for that." Blaine said.

Stranger: Kurt nodded. As he did, the bell rang. "We should get to our locker rooms. I'll see you after practice?" he asked.

You: "Definitely. I'll meet you by your car?" He asked, grabbing his stuff.

Stranger: "Perfect. You know the one?" Kurt asked, rising and grabbing his bag as well.

You: "The Navigator, right?" He asked. "The one with the nice roomy backseat?"

Stranger: "That's my baby," Kurt confirmed. "See you there," he said as he went to leave.

You: "I can't wait. Have a good practice." He said before leaving toward his locker room to get changed.

Stranger has disconnected.

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Puppy Eyes Chapter 9

This is again from Kurt’s point of view. And you’re finally going to find out what it’s going to take to break the dog spell!

This chapter is unbetaed, because once again, I procrastinated writing it and my lovely beta @hkvoyage hasn’t read it yet, seeing as I’ve only just finished writing the last sentence… I’ve been too busy to write this weekend, seeing as @klaineship2 has come to visit me :-)

Thank you so much to everyone who sends me feedback - you’re wonderful and you spur me on to keep writing :-)

This story is also on AO3 and on Fanfiction.net.

The other parts can be found here: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

Chapter 9: A Fighting Chance

It felt a bit weird at first, calling the professor by his first name, and living in his apartment. Kurt kept pinching himself to ascertain that this was real, especially that first morning, when he padded into the living room still half-asleep and found Blaine exercising to a workout video, wearing the skimpiest shorts Kurt had ever seen, and a black muscle shirt that showed off his arms. Kurt stopped in his tracks and just stared with his mouth wide open, until Blaine noticed him and winked. “Come join me?”

Kurt snapped his mouth shut. “I need to go walk some dogs. You’re up early.”

Blaine flashed him a smile. “Always. I crash at nine thirty at the latest, and I’m up with the birds.”

Kurt groaned. “Oh great, I’m living with a morning person again!”

That made Blaine laugh out loud. “I made coffee, if that helps?”

“Oh, yes,” Kurt moaned, making a beeline for the kitchen, where he filled up his travel mug with coffee, taking a long sip before he closed it and humming happily.

Blaine followed him. “I can make you breakfast, too, if you tell me what you want?”

Kurt’s stomach rumbled, but he shook his head. “No time. I always make myself a packed breakfast to eat on the way or in the park.”

He took the box out of the fridge and put it in his backpack after taking out a sandwich and wolfing it down in three bites.

Before he left the apartment, he gave an awkward wave and said bye. Blaine, who’d resumed his exercising, waved back with a smile.

The rest of the weekend was spent comparing their schedules, figuring out how to divide the household tasks and stocking up on groceries for next week’s meals. Oh, and reassuring Burt, who was apprehensive about Kurt moving in with someone nearly ten years his senior, and wouldn’t believe there was nothing going on between them. Burt fired off a barrage of questions at Blaine, who never even blinked, and didn’t seem intimidated by Burt’s glare in the slightest.

Blaine had taken to accompanying Kurt on his scheduled dog walks, chatting his ear off, and Kurt delighted in uncovering new information about Blaine. He had a brother! A famous one! He played five instruments and used to be in his school’s show choir!

Blaine wanted to know about Kurt, too. He was endlessly interested in Kurt’s childhood, his mom, his dad, his friends, his favourite food, his taste in music and books and TV series, encouraging Kurt to talk himself hoarse about it all.

At school, the first week, Professor Scher accosted Kurt in the hallway again and steered him into her office. “I heard from Blaine that you’re living with him now. I’m so glad. He needs someone to look after him when he turns into a dog.”

Kurt, taken of guard, started babbling. “You… You know about… You… don’t mind?”

“Oh, psh,” said the professor. “The two of you belong together. Anyone can see that. But as I said, keep it on the down-low.”

Kurt blinked at her. “We’re not… together, Professor. Just… living together.”

“Oh, that will come in time,” Professor Scher predicted. “Tell Sebastian to call me, okay? I want him to come talk about R/GA here at school again.”

Kurt promised he’d ask and then scurried off.

Thankfully, everybody else at school assumed he was still working as a dog-sitter, and just asked if he’d found a new place to stay. “Oh, you get to stay longer this time? That’s great. Moving all the time must be such a pain.”

K&B

After a few weeks, Kurt fell into a comfortable routine. In spite of his graphic design minor and his internship at R/GA, he felt like he had more breathing room than last year. Of course, it helped that he lived a short walk away from school and from the R/GA offices now. It helped that he had Blaine at home to help him with any school-related questions he had. And it helped that on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Blaine had dinner on the table the minute Kurt came home.

Kurt wasn’t used to living with someone who could cook, actually enjoyed cooking, and took that task out of his hands. Burt was a slapdash cook, throwing together ingredients and hoping it would turn out edible. Carole was an excellent cook, but only cooked when Kurt wasn’t at home. She left the kitchen to her stepson anytime he visited. And Rachel was an out-and-out disaster, who had been banned from the stove and the oven after she nearly started a kitchen fire during their first evening at the loft.

Blaine, however, was a gourmet chef, producing cheese soufflés lighter than air, osso bucco that melted in your mouth, and quiches and lasagnes that were golden perfection. Anything he made smelled and tasted so good that Kurt took seconds and begged him for the recipe.

He wasn’t a food snob, though. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Kurt cooked, and it was nothing special, just a stir fry or pasta with sauce, but Blaine tucked in as if it was the best thing he’d ever eaten and complimented Kurt.

And on weekends, they cooked and baked together, and proved to be a good team.

Kurt loved his new housing arrangements, though it worsened his crush by the day, and he believed that Blaine was happy with his new housemate too. Blaine still pined after Trent, though. Kurt wasn’t entirely sure what their relationship had been, but it had clearly ended on a bad note, and Blaine kept beating himself up about it, blaming himself for the radio silence between him and his ‘friend’. When Kurt suggested that he contact Trent again, though, Blaine got a deer-in-the-headlights look and shut up about it. Scared of confrontation, was he? Kurt filed that away in his Blaine database.

K&B

When the holidays approached, Kurt wasn’t surprised that his dad expected him to come to Ohio. What did surprise him was that Burt wanted Blaine to come, too. “I want to meet him for real, son. See with my own eyes that he treats you right. Nah, don’t roll your eyes at me, let me ask him.”

“Dad!”

“What? I’m just being neighbourly, inviting my son’s housemate so that he’s not alone for the holidays,” said Burt. “And you said he’s from Ohio too, so he can visit his family while he’s here. Let me invite him, go on.”

The invitation surprised Blaine, that was clear, but he seemed to appreciate it, and after conferring with his mother, he agreed to come.

To Kurt’s amusement, Blaine stressed out more about finding a gift for Carole than about meeting Burt. However, Kurt’s grin slid off his face as he realised that was one more sign of Blaine friend-zoning Kurt. Yes, they got along splendidly, and living with Blaine was everything Kurt could have wished for, but he needed to remember that he’d never get more than this.

Every day, he fell for Blaine harder, to the point where it had become so much worse than a crush. Kurt was actually in love with him now, though Blaine had never shown the slightest inkling of being interested in Kurt that way. Maybe he was still hung up on Trent? Maybe Kurt just wasn’t his type? Whatever the reason, Kurt would not get his happily-ever-after, and needed to guard his heart.

It wasn’t easy, though, when everything Blaine did endeared him more to Kurt. He was endlessly attentive, affectionate and nice, and it was hard for Kurt to keep in mind Blaine didn’t like him as more than a friend when he kept hugging and cuddling up to Kurt, remembered how Kurt took his coffee, made his favourite dishes and brought home his favourite dessert.

Kurt shook it off by telling himself that Blaine must have taken over a few characteristics of the dog he kept turning into, and that this was just Blaine showing his loyalty and eagerness to please.

Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t you dare!

K&B

Thanksgiving was lovely. Carole happily surrendered the kitchen to Kurt and Blaine, and together, they whipped up a mouth-watering dinner.

Burt went out of his way to embarrass Kurt, though, convinced that there was something going on between him and Blaine, and not letting up about it.

Blaine’s mother proved to be just as bad, treating Kurt as if he was her son-in-law already.

However much Kurt appreciated her ready acceptance of him, It stung a little, too, because the relationship Pam took for granted was just a figment of her imagination, and no amount of wishing on Kurt’s part would make it real.

The plane trip back to New York turned into a road trip when Blaine turned into a dog at the airport, and by the time they arrived at Blaine’s apartment, Kurt was exhausted, and determined to find a way to break that blasted curse. He’d already asked his dad to contact the people who’d tried to help his mom, way back. If that didn’t help, Kurt would go see the guy who’d cursed Blaine himself.

Accordingly, during their Christmas break, Kurt and Blaine found themselves in the parlour of one curse breaker after another, but they weren’t of any more use than they had been to Kurt’s mom.

“I’m sorry, this curse is too strong. Who did you say cast it?”

And when Blaine told them it had been Alexei Zakharov, they recoiled and pushed him out the door as fast as they could, fear in their eyes.

So three days after Christmas, early in the morning, while Blaine was having breakfast in the kitchen with Carole, Kurt came downstairs dressed in his warmest clothes and toting a suitcase, and told his dad he was going to try and sort out this curse himself.

“I’ve found Mr Zakharov on the internet. He lives in Saint Petersburg. I’m going to confront him and ask him to break the curse.”

Burt gripped Kurt’s arm. “Kurt, no! I don’t want this guy to curse YOU!”

Kurt looked Burt straight in the eye. “I have to do this, Dad. I have to. Look after Blaine while I’m gone, will you?”

With that, Kurt wheeled his suitcase down the hall and let himself out.

Behind him, he heard an anguished whisper of his name, but he squared his shoulders and didn’t look back.

K&B

It took almost a day to get to Saint Petersburg. Kurt stumbled out of the plane as a sleep-deprived wreck, but once arrived at his hotel, he only dropped off his suitcase and strode out again. He was determined to get the curse sorted out first. He could nap after.

Kurt found the headquarters of the company where Mr Zakharov worked, and waited outside the office building for him to come out. He’d memorised the picture he’d found online so that he would recognise him, and sure enough, a few minutes past five, he saw the man walking out the door.

“Mr Zakharov?” Kurt called.

The man turned around, sizing him up. “You’re American.”

“Yes.”

“What do you want with me?” Mr Zakharov asked.

Kurt hesitated, his eyes scanning their surroundings. “Can we talk somewhere more private, please?”

Mr Zakharov let out a booming laugh. “Are you propositioning me?”

Kurt flushed, his eyes going wide. “No!”

That made the man throw his head back and laugh even harder, slapping his thigh. When he’d gotten over his bout of hilarity, he said, “No need to look so scared, boy, I was just joking.”

Kurt exhaled shakily. “Oh…”

“I’m heading home right now, so you can come with me,” Mr Zakharov continued.

Kurt nodded and fell into step with him. They turned left and stopped at a house with a bright blue door.

“This is me,” said Mr Zakharov, and he took out a chain holding at least a hundred keys, finding the right one without even looking.

Kurt followed him in, and then to a sitting room with more doilies than he’d ever seen together, even at his great-aunt’s. He sat down gingerly on an armchair, and looked at Mr Zakharov, trying to figure out where to start.

“You wanted to talk to me?” the man prompted.

“Yes. I… I need to know how to break a spell.”

Well, that was blunt, and to the point, but Kurt figured that a guy who’d taken umbrage at being led on for half a year would appreciate directness.

Mr Zakharov’s eyebrows rose. “A spell? Who cast it?”

“You did,” said Kurt.

Now the man’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “А тебе не занимать мужества, малыш!”

“Sorry?” Kurt asked.

“You’ve got guts, kid!” Mr Zakharov translated. “Stepping up to me to ask how to break one of my spells - the nerve of you! I’ve struck people dead for less!”

Kurt’s eyes widened, but he stayed put, pulling his shoulders back and looking straight at Mr Zakharov. “I meant no offense, sir.”

The man’s expression softened. “You’re lucky you seem so innocent. Plus that I’m curious. What was the curse? What is it you want to turn back? You want to stop someone from dying? Or bring them back from the dead?”

Kurt’s mouth fell open. “Can you do that?”

Mr Zakharov smirked. “For the right price, I might.”

Kurt gaped at him some more, but this was not about his mom, nor did he think she could be brought back after so many years. So he soldiered on. “No, it has nothing to do with life and death. It’s a dog spell.”

That was clearly not what Mr Zakharov had been expecting him to say, but it took him only seconds to catch on. “Blaine!”

Kurt nodded.

The man in front of him clenched and unclenched his fists, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and it took a few minutes for him to speak again. “So he’s into children these days, is he?”

Kurt’s puzzled expression sparked a fit of laughter, and only when it had subsided did Mr Zakharov explain his remark. “He’s dating you now? What are you, sixteen?”

Kurt squashed his indignation and replied, “I’m twenty, sir. And no, I’m not dating Blaine Anderson.”

Mr Zakharov looked as though he was close to laughing again. “But you’d certainly like to. Why else would you be here on his behalf?”

Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his armchair.

Again, the man’s laugh boomed through the room. “Up to his old tricks, is he, Blaine? Making you feel like you’re the only boy in the world to him and then friend-zoning you?”

That felt uncomfortably close to the truth, so Kurt bit his lip and said nothing.

“Aww, you’re too precious,” the man sniggered. “He’s never going to fall for you, you know that, right? You’re just wasting your time.”

Kurt nodded and then ducked his head. He did know that. He’d always known it. But it wasn’t like that made any difference to him. He wanted to help Blaine. Get that curse lifted. He didn’t expect anything from Blaine in return. That was not how love worked. If you loved someone, you had to set them free, right? Even if it broke your heart.

By the time Kurt felt composed enough to look up again, Mr Zakharov’s eyes had lost their teasing glint. He looked at Kurt intently. “You may look like a kid, but you’re really not. You have more strength in you than meets the eye, and the purest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. Which is why I’m going to give you a fighting chance. You deserve that much.”

Kurt mustered up a tiny smile. “Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t thank me just yet,” said the man. “I’m not going to make this easy on you. I’m going to give you two years, starting today. If in that time, you manage to make Blaine fall in love with you, the spell will be broken. Get Blaine to kiss you and mean it, and he’ll never be a dog again.”

Mr Zakharov sniggered. “True love’s kiss and all that. In fact, I should give you until midnight on New Year’s Eve, two years from now, then it’s completely like a fairy tale. So you’ll get two years and two days, kid. A bit more, since you’re from America, and you’re several hours behind.”

Kurt nodded, and Mr Zakharov shook his head, chuckling and fiddling with his beard. “Who’d have known, I’m growing soft! I’m going to need to kill some people after this to prove that I’m still as fearsome as ever.”

Kurt couldn’t help but shiver, and that made the man laugh uproariously. “I wouldn’t kill you, little one! I like you. You’ve got spunk. And you make me laugh. Now… Where was I? Oh, yes. If you don’t manage to make Blaine fall for you, and let’s face it, that’s the more likely scenario, seeing as the guy’s such an idiot at personal relationships…”

Mr Zakharov laughed again, but it sounded sharp this time, and there was something savage about his expression, showing that however long it had been, he still hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven Blaine’s rejection.

“If you fail,” the man continued, “Blaine will become a dog permanently. For the rest of his life.”

Kurt considered this. It wasn’t likely that he’d succeed, but at least Blaine wouldn’t die, not even in the worst case scenario. If Blaine turned into a dog for good, Kurt would look after him. He owed him that much.

So Kurt nodded. “That’s fair. I accept your terms.”

That made Mr Zakharov crack up once more. “So polite, hee, hee, hee!”

Kurt didn’t see what was so funny, but at long last, the man got down to business, focussing his glittering dark eyes back on Kurt and flexing his fingers. “All right then…”

Mr Zakharov started chanting in what Kurt presumed to be Russian, wiggling his fingers at Kurt, who felt like squirming away, but forced himself to sit up straight and still until the magic was done.

“There!” the man said cheerfully. “Oh, and one more thing… You can’t tell Blaine how his curse can be broken. And of course you can’t go telling Blaine that you love him.”

Kurt blanched. “I already have!”

Mr Zakharov raised an eyebrow. “You told him you were in love with him?”

“Yes.”

“And what did he say?” the man inquired.

Kurt bit his lip. “He found it funny.”

Mr Zakharov fixed Kurt with a stare again. “Hmm… Well, if he already knows, it won’t make much difference if you mention it again, I guess. I hope for your sake that you succeed, but he doesn’t deserve you. At all.”

The man seemed indignant on Kurt’s behalf, which would have been funny if Kurt hadn’t been so scared of him.

Kurt thanked his host again politely, declined an offer of refreshment and got out of that house as fast as he could.

It wasn’t until he was back in his hotel room that he lost it, shaking uncontrollably and weeping out all his pent-up emotions. He may not have shown it, but that confrontation had been nerve-racking from the beginning until the end.

Once he felt slightly better, he ordered room service. He wasn’t hungry, per se, but he felt empty, and seeing as there was no-one around to hug him and make him feel better, he was going to fill the void with pizza and cake, so there. It was going to set him back a pretty penny, but no way was he going out again when people like Mr Zakharov roamed the streets here.

While he waited for his food to arrive, he thought of another way to make himself happy again – a phone call to his dad.

Burt picked up the phone after the first ring. “Kurt? What happened? Are you okay? Me and Blaine were having dinner when all of a sudden, pop, he becomes a dog. Wow, that was weird.”

Kurt gasped. He hadn’t thought of that, but of course Blaine had turned into a dog – Kurt had made Mr Zakharov think of him. “Let him run free in the back yard. I’ll clean up his messes when I get back. You’ll have to buy him dog food, though.”

“He can’t eat lasagne?” Burt asked.

“Dad, no!! There’s all sorts of things in that sauce that are bad for dogs, tomatoes and onions and stuff. Do you want to clean up puke all over the house?”

“Ah, no…” said Burt. “I’ll go to the store first thing in the morning. What could I give him to eat for now?”

Kurt thought hard. “I bought extra ground beef to freeze in last time I went grocery-shopping, but I think I forgot to freeze it in. Can you check? It should be on the lowest shelf in the fridge.”

“Uhm… Yep, there it is.”

“Give Blaine about a quarter of that,” Kurt instructed.

“Raw?” Burt asked.

“Yes.”

Kurt heard some clinking and scraping, and then Burt was back. “Okay, done. And he seems to like it. So tell me what happened.”

“Of course he likes it, this is like fine dining for a dog,” Kurt explained.

“Quit stalling, son.”

Kurt sighed. “Well, I went to see him, and we talked.”

“He didn’t curse you, did he?” Burt asked, a tremor in his voice.

Kurt was quick to reassure him. “No. He seemed to like me.”

“And what did he say about the dog spell?”

Kurt hesitated. “It… It can be broken by true love’s kiss.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. Then Burt said, “That easy?”

“What’s easy about true love?” Kurt countered. “I don’t think Blaine is quick to fall in love. And he doesn’t notice it when other people fall for him. That’s what got him into this mess in the first place. I told you about that.”

“Still, he got off easy,” Burt said.

“He only has two more years to do it, though,” Kurt. “Then his time runs out.”

“And then he dies?” Burt gasped.

“No, no! He won’t die. He’s just… going to stay a dog for the rest of his life.”

“Huh. That’s not too bad.”

“No,” Kurt agreed. “It’s not.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re leaving something out?” Burt asked.

Kurt chuckled wetly. “You always know, don’t you? I… I like Blaine. You know that.”

“Course I do,” Burt said. “I could see it all the way from New York, first time I Face-Timed with Blaine, and you were hovering behind him. Worst case of heart-eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Dad!” Kurt protested, hoping that Blaine wasn’t listening in. “It was… obvious to Mr Zakharov too. So… It’s me that Blaine has to fall in love with. Someone else won’t do. And I can’t tell Blaine how to break the curse.”

“So everything will stay the same?” Burt asked. “You pining after Blaine and him not even noticing?”

Kurt took a deep breath. “Yeah. Basically, yeah.”

“That sucks.”

“Does it ever,” Kurt agreed. “But that’s life, I guess.”

“If he can’t see how amazing you are, he’s an idiot,” Burt said. “A nice one, but still an idiot.”

“Dad!”

“Just saying it like it is, kiddo.”

“I know, I know. But, Dad… He can’t help not feeling any attraction to me anymore than I can help falling for men instead of women. It’s not something you can force. Maybe he’s asexual.”

“He’s a what now?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “That means he’s not attracted to anyone. Ever.”

“Is that a thing?”

Kurt laughed. “Yes. It’s a thing. Mind you, I’m not sure. But that could be the reason. He seems to like me well enough, but there’s no spark.”

“I see plenty of sparks between the two of you,” Burt disagreed.

Kurt sighed. “Yeah, coming from my end. Not his. Now drop it, please, Dad.”

Kurt’s food arrived shortly after that, so he ended the phone call and started devouring everything as if he hadn’t eaten for days.

When he crawled into bed a few hours later, he still felt empty, in spite of the phone call and the food.

Two years. I have two years. And two days. Why am I clinging onto this as if I stand a chance? That’s just stupid. Blaine won’t ever fall for me.

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