Blaine took a deep breath as he listened to what Kurt was saying regarding the treatment, “Sounds rough,” he whispered nervously, “Guess I'm pretty lucky to have you with me...no, that came out wrong, I'm always going to be the luckiest man in the universe when I have you by my side.”
“I need to pack our things for the trip, I-… I would love it if you’d keep me company.”
Blaine noticed the change between the words and body language, although it was coming back to him slower than he wanted it to, he could still look at Kurt and read him, he had been able to do that before they had even become a couple. “Okay,” he nodded, “I want to help as much as I c---as you'll let me,”
Blaine was teasing Kurt.
It may not have been the most appropriate thing to do, but it was teasing that came from love.
Kurt started to talk about different things like jackets and clothes and Blaine stared at him, “It's...seven days that we're going for right?” he asked before looking at the clothes, “Just simple, you know like...I'm fine with wearing some of the newer items but don't make it too different you know, no bondage or things like that. I really love that black shirt there with the uniquely shaped pock---” Blaine commented but oh god, something seemed to be wrong.
“Kurt?” he asked, not sure what to do.
His eyes widened and he dared himself closer to his husband.
Before, when they were in the bedroom, when he had nearly hit his head when picking up that other scarf, Kurt had been like this.
Kurt sometimes got like this when there was a bad memory or at least something painful, he had noticed it around discussions with his mother and something in him was saying that it wasn't right.
Scarf, was Kurt afraid of scarves?
Red, it was red. What else was red? Ketchup, Paint, Blood.
Blood, there had been a lot of Blood at the accident, there must have been.
Blood equals loss equals death equals
“Kurt!” he yelled, getting up and coming up to his husband quickly but carefully as he pushed himself off the bed not sure what to do, he had never seen Kurt like this before.
Kurt needed someone right now.
Kurt needed him right now.
Blaine wanted them to be equals but he didn't want to see Kurt like this, he would never want to see Kurt like this. Taking the scarf from the brunette's hands, the man with the bandages around his head tossed it quickly into the closet and then shut the door, trying to lead Kurt to the bed at the same time.
“Can you see me?” he asked and placed a hand on Kurt's cheek before sinking in for a deep, meaningful kiss before pulling away, “It's okay, I'm okay and you're okay. Unless we have a kid I don't know about then that's all that's important,” he attempted to joke lightly, just trying to make Kurt feel at ease.
“I am so glad that we can kiss each other,” Blaine whispered as he held Kurt's hands in his, “And you know what, I must really be related to dogs because every time I see you I get incredibly happy, it's my biology, my whole body feels warm and excited” he gently guided Kurt's hand to his heart, “Especially here,” he whispered so that his husband could feel it beating.
They sat there for an extended moment, Blaine not speaking, just taking in all that Kurt was saying as well as all that he wasn't.
Finally, it seemed like things had become easier for the two and Blaine looked to his husband, “So, can you” he smiled playfully, “Help me with something?” He got up from the bed and after Kurt had replied gave into his request, if this was one way he could help Kurt then he could do just that.
“Can you show me where we have spare boxes?” he asked, “I have an idea and I'll need a few,”
Kurt seemed to agree to this and soon they had chosen a few boxes (that still needed to be constructed) from a cupboard down the hallway. When the two got to the bedroom again they constructed the boxes and then Blaine took Kurt's hands and pulled him from the floor, “You, are going to lay down on the bed right here and I am going to get to work,” he said firmly, seeming to force Kurt without words to listen to him.
“So these shopping bags,” Blaine commented next, finding more than a dozen at the back of the closet, “I can use these?” he asked and then found Kurt trying to move but put a finger up to stop him, “Not so fast Mr. Anderson-Hummel, I'm doing this task myself”
Blaine set up three bags in each of the boxes and then started picking clothes up, folding them more than neatly (Kurt had shown him that when he had started helping Blaine choose clothes and that was before they had had sex) and putting the red clothes into different bags depending on what they were (shirts, pants, accessories) and who owned them (of course Kurt got four bags whilst Blaine got two). He then went to the pull out dresser and focused on all the socks, suspenders, and ties (both bow and regular) and put these in another bag within one of the boxes.
After a while, and once all the red items had been hidden inside the boxes, Blaine placed them at the very back and side corner of the closet. He took a look up at the clothes, it was different yes but there were still yellows and greens and gold and....his stomach turned as he saw a silver jacket and he himself felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't say it, he couldn't tell Kurt and have him lose another piece of clothing.
Blaine got up and then went around to the side of the bed so he could get in behind Kurt and hold him, he was interrupted however by a third party, a boyfriend pillow who was wearing his white and black diamond vest from high school, he raised an eyebrow with a smile and then pointed at the pillow in a joking manner, “You've got competition now, no one but me gets to sleep this close to Kurt,” he chuckled softly before slipping into the bed and wrapped his arms around his husband from behind.
“I was thinking about something very serious,” he whispered and he saw Kurt turn to him, “Although we should get up in a minute and get back to that checklist I know you have in that perfectly overfilled gorgeous mind,” he kissed Kurt on the forehead firmly before drawing back, his eyes saying to his husband 'see I get to do it' “I think our Christmas duet this year should be Baby It's Cold Outside, though damn it Kurt, if you get me on one of those sofas I'll either be trying to cover up something or I might just make a very.” he placed a hand on Kurt's hip and slid it in a diagonal motion, “inappropriate movement.”
“I think...” he whispered softly, “When we get back here on the day before New Years, we should certainly grant ourselves access to south of the equator,” he teased before kissing Kurt's neck and trailing his nose down, “That is if you're comfortable sleeping with a man who has two ages but is altogether entirely in love with you.”
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and Blaine hugged Kurt again before sitting up, but it seemed his husband wanted him to stay on their bed where he was safer whilst KURT went and answered the door. Blaine sighed before doing so when all of a sudden he heard a very familiar and very frightening voice, 'Dad'
xXxXxX
Somehow, Mr. Anderson had been able to come into their living room, make himself comfortable on their leather couch and now both Mr Anderson-Hummel were in the kitchen trying to figure out what to do. Blaine was looking around like a scared puppy, his voice was a soft whisper, "I don't want to talk to him," he whispered, flinching as he heard the sound of his father breathing, "When my mother is with him it's...."
Suddenly something in Blaine clicked, Kurt would have been able to tell, the pose was slightly different and the eyes held so much more truth and maturity, "Hey baby I've missed you," he spoke with a grin, leaning in and kissing Kurt, "of course I haven't really been anywhere," he replied looking around at their apartment.
"Are we entertaining?" he asked, reaching up and cupping Kurt's cheek.
All of a sudden Blaine heard a voice, something that even at twenty-five gave him cold shudders, things he had managed to hide from Kurt for years. "He's broken you know," the 'manly' man commented. "You should get a new one, I'm sure that if I just pushed this one's head against the wall he'd die and then you would have to go out and buy a new one. Your dad's a mechanic isn't he? Surely you know what a fine tuning means?"
Slam.
His eye hurt, it was getting covered with a bruise that was covering his cheek as well, deep blue and something a six year old should never endure.
He wanted to hide again, just escape this, but if he was bad and rebelled against his daddy then father would do the absolutely worst to him, putting him in that closet wasn't dangerous at first but being kept in there for two, or at the longest three, full days was traumatic.
"Cooper. Mom. Help," the small Blaine begged.
This was terrifying, so ******** terrifying and Blaine wasn't sure how he was behind Kurt now, wanting to hide like he had so long ago. It was much different with his mother there too, his mother knew how to keep control and make it so that things didn't get to their worst, his mother loved him in her strange way of doing so, his father now had the chance to say things that his mother had fought to keep secret.
He was shaking in a way that Kurt hadn't seen him before, so full of terror and the worst of memories. Kurt was speaking though, distracting his father by standing up to him, telling Blaine with his eyes to leave and that he would take care of whatever this was, that Kurt just wanted him safe.
Blaine didn't know how he had gotten into their bedroom, sitting with back pressed against the wall, holding tight to a stuffed toy dog given to him by his true love, his everything, his Kurt. Margaret Thatcher Dog. He closed his eyes before slipping into sleep, when he woke he would be sixteen again, but a sixteen year old Blaine wouldn't have been able to deal with his father.
XxXxXx
Mr. Anderson looked Kurt up and down in disgust as only the two of them stood in the kitchen, he seemed rather disappointed but there was still something else sparkling in his eyes, one might even say that this was a sign of evil. "Do you want some advice? Date Luc-Marcel, he's rich and powerful and he cares about you, you deserve him, plus you have no problem...stealing," Mr. Anderson slipped one finger over the counter, "other peoples' property, Blaine for example. He's been such a useful...instrument for me over the years,"
Mr Anderson smiled coldly, so cruel, "But you stole that from me. I never wanted a second child, one is all you need to look respectable in society, but I thought maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a backup. It certainly was great for me to have something to manipulate and hurt physically, emotionally, but then he was broken by the time he was nine." He paused for a moment, touching a vase with flowers and then seeing a little calendar with pictures of the two of them and color coded were Blaine notes and Kurt notes. "Do you know that if you lock a six year old in a closet he'll scream for about an hour and a half, but after three years he'll just get silent and stiff as soon as you take his wrist and shove him in there."
"Denial can do wonders for a child, especially one as pathetic as Devon, a smug look of satisfaction, "My wife didn't actually help that brat get his name changed until he was twelve," a pleased look that Kurt hadn't known that "but now he has multiple personalities and I'm sure you'll see the true Devon Anderson soon enough."
The smile that chilled the entire room slid easily onto the Anderson patriarch's face.
XxXxXx
Blaine was still shaking when Kurt entered the room about ten minutes later, he blinked, looking up with tears in his eyes. "I don't care what that man said. I know I've told you everything important because I would never lie to you, sure I don't remember it, but I know myself well enough to know that you are my everything." he started to pick at the carpeted floor but as Kurt sunk down, next to him on the floor, Blaine held his hand, letting his fingers slip within Kurt's and he gently rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. "You remember the whole mess with Chandler right?" he asked, "When we were both in Miss Pillsbury's office..."
"You have this brand new life in New York Kurt, one that I still don't know very much about," he reached out to take Kurt's hand with both of his, but instead his husband took his hand with the other, letting him get the words out, "If you want to get out of this marriage, although it'll break my heart, I'll let you because I know things have changed but I know we still love each other right? You have these brand new friends, a new career, a new perspective on life, brand new everything and I'm just...I'm scared and pissed off, I love you, I'm so scared of disappointing you, I just don't feel like I deserve you, especially now with all of my," his eyes glanced at the bed for a moment before staring at their hands "problems, but you are my heart, my love, my hope, my Kurt. I know I should wait until Christmas," he whispered as he changed the subject, "Have you, by chance, ever seen the movie Home Alone 2? It's a really good sequel in my opinion. I got the idea from there and Coop, when he was still in New York, broke into the hospital before you got there and helped me out." he got up and reached into the pocket of the pajamas he had worn at the hospital, one of the two pairs Kurt had brought and picked something up, covering it up. "Well there's this one scene in the movie, where Kevin gets these turtle doves. What they represent is love, friendship, connection. I thought that with Pavarotti, Blackbird, I could use that theme and," he came over to Kurt, slipping the two doves into his husband's hand, "this is your sixteen year old Blaine side of your present," he looked at the doves, one with a silverish-blue bow tie and the other with a red bow tie, on their wings were silver circles, all accessories detachable, on one of the doves in Blaine's hand writing was the name 'Kurt'.
"It could very well be childish, but you are the love of my life, my best friend, and although I would love you to put my name on the other dove, if you want to give it to someone else, like Rachel, I understand." He stroked the little Kurt dove's head with his index finger as he listened to his husband, "Maybe instead of Luc-Marcel, I need a restraining order," he attempted to joke as he took hold of Kurt's shoulders and gently led him to the floor, "I want to make love to you, my dearest Mr. Anderson-Hummel," he kissed Kurt's forehead and then moved to his lips where he kept kissing him, fingers trailing down his chest and to his shirt, a kiss between each word, a button undone with every word as well "I. want. to. show. you. how." with all buttons undone, the younger of the two, gently caressed Kurt's chest, continuing his passionate kisses to Kurt's mouth "much. I. love. you." With his words done, Blaine licked Kurt's neck, giving him a small, but defining hickey.
His hands rapidly reached out for Kurt's pants, undoing the button at front, sliding the zip down and then sliding his pants off exposing his underwear. He reveled in Kurt's touch as his husband reacted, reaching for him in the same passionate ways Blaine was doing, almost screaming with his eyes and hands that he wanted Blaine as well, carefully running his hands through the black curls and then onto Blaine's neck. Blaine pulled away and started to take his own clothes off, but felt Kurt coming over to him, doing the job for him and soon they had rolled onto the bed, stark naked, with Blaine positioned over Kurt. Still kissing each other, touching each other, wanting each other, Blaine soon positioned his whole body, starting their love making whilst at the same time checking Kurt's face for any insecurity, he, Blaine, definitely didn't have any.
At a natural close, Blaine let it end, and he leaned over Kurt again, brushing away his love's hair with his hand, gently caressing his lover's skin, laughing, so much happier than Kurt had seen him since the first coma. He was exhausted as he lay on his side, next to Kurt, slipping one leg in between his husband's, one hand reached out to take Kurt's, the other draped around Kurt's body, holding the most beautiful man he had ever seen and his eyes said the same. He leaned his head forwards, rubbing his nose against Kurt's, before he, slowly and sexily, pressed a smouldering kiss, so so passionate and deep in an emotional level as well as physically, against his husband's lips.
"Was I any good?" he asked with a huge grin, looking into Kurt's eyes with the love he had always shown his husband, "Think you could get used to sixteen year old me again...on this, deep a level?"
