A/N- This is the final chapter.
"Wake up, we need to talk." Blaine said quietly. He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying in the dark, lost in his thoughts, but he'd had enough.
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, and glanced towards the alarm clock on his dresser. "Oh my god, Blaine! It's not even eight in the morning!" he groaned, rolling over and pulling a pillow over his head.
Blaine promptly snatched it away. "No, get up. We need to have a serious conversation and I'm done waiting for it to happen."
"If this is about the relationship thing-"
"No, actually." Blaine interrupted. "I want to tell you the real reason I'm at Dalton. Since you kind of called me out on lying the first time we met."
Kurt sat up quickly, eyes wide. "You don't have to, I'm sure it's no big deal.."
Blaine shook his head. "No, it is. You deserve to know the truth. But I want something in return."
"What?" Kurt asked with a tilt of his head.
"I tell you why I'm at Dalton, and you tell me how the hell you became the leader of a prostitution ring," Blaine shrugged. "It's time for everything to be out in the open."
Kurt crossed his legs, "Okay, I think that's fair."
Blaine stood for a moment before taking a seat beside Kurt on the bed. "First of all, when I said I punched that cop? Yeah, that definitely didn't happen. David and I, we kind of stuck memory chips in ATM's and stole credit card information."
"Hm. Well that's impressive," Kurt said. "I'm surprised you actually had the brains to pull off something like that."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Fuck you, Hummel."
"Maybe one day, Anderson." Kurt replied smugly.
"All right. Your turn to spill."
Kurt took a deep breath. "It's really not that interesting."
Blaine laughed. "You ran a gay prostitution ring in fucking Ohio! It's actually very interesting."
"I'm not the one who started it. I just kind of took over," Kurt started. "Remember how I told you about Noah?"
Blaine thought for a moment. "The guy from McKinley that was in your Glee club? No fucking way!"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. When he got sent to Juvie, he asked me to sort of supervise things for him. I think it was mostly the fact that I was gay, and that I'm fairly good at keeping secrets. I was really hesitant about helping him, but he was up shit creek without a paddle."
Blaine coughed, "From throwing you into dumpsters to asking for help."
"Do you want the rest, or not?" Kurt snapped.
"Continue," He said raising his hands in defence.
Kurt sighed. "It wasn't until I took over that I realized how much of a mess things were. Puck really had no idea what the fuck he was doing. Can't say I was surprised though, he is straight. But anyways, I cleaned it up, got rid of a few boys and brought some new ones on board. When Puck came back, we sort of became partners. Thomas became our assistant, of sorts. At the end of the day, when things got messy, I was the only one named."
"Wait. You're the only who gets named in this disaster, and you didn't rat out anyone else?" Blaine asked incredulously.
"I'm actually pretty honourable. Thanks for the vote of confidence, though."
Blaine made a face. "Come on, I didn't mean it like-"
Kurt laughed and threw his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm messing with you. Let's get our asses in gear and get ready for tonight."
Nick's house turned out to be in the middle of nowhere.
Kurt's jaw dropped as he drove up the long winding road, and the Mansion came into view. "It's like a castle in fucking Narnia! You guys weren't kidding about the being rich thing, were you?" Kurt said as he parked beside a red Corvette.
Blaine opened the passenger side door, "You haven't seen anything yet."
Kurt pursed his lips before getting out of the vehicle. "Jeff and I have a surprise for you and Nick."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine stopped in his tracks.
Kurt smiled mischievously, ducking around Blaine to get by him. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see."
Blaine followed Kurt up to the house, eyebrows knitted together. He silently wondered what Kurt had planned for the evening. As they opened the front door and stepped inside, Blaine also wondered what Kurt would think when his own plans came to light.
The music was loud, and made the walls vibrate throughout the house. Blaine grabbed a drink from the bar before he turned around and started looking for Kurt. He caught sight of Jeff and waved him down. "Hey! Jeff! Get the fuck over here!"
Jeff turned around looking for the source of the sound. When he spotted Blaine, he waved and made his way over. "Hey bro! Merry Christmas and all that shit. What's up?"
"Have you seen Kurt?" Blaine asked while his eyes scanned the dance floor.
Jeff's eyes lit up. "He's getting ready for something."
"Ready for what?"
"You'll just have to wait and see. I better get going, I'm involved too! See you later, Blaine!" Jeff said, and was gone before Blaine could ask any more questions.
Blaine was just about to take a seat when the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and a whistling noise came through the speakers. He spun wildly on his heel, there was no way…
Oh, but there was. Kurt was wearing an ungodly tight outfit, similar to the one he'd worn to audition for the Warblers. He wore a top hat, and a black silk scarf around his neck. Blaine stood frozen as Kurt danced over to him.
"Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
Then aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave."
Kurt took Blaine by the hand, leading him onto the dance floor. "Surprise?" he said with a smile, taking off his scarf and wrapping it around Blaine's neck.
"You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this."
Jeff suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wearing an outfit almost as tight as Kurt's. Blaine turned to Nick, who was looking just as shocked as he was. They watched as Kurt and Jeff moved and sung together in the middle of the dance floor.
"Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me till you're drunk
And I'll show you."
Nick turned to Blaine as they watched the other two boys grind on each other. "Did you know anything about this?"
"Are you fucking crazy? But holy shit, look at them go." Blaine responded, turning his attention back to Kurt.
"You want the moves like jagger
I've got the moves like jagger
I've got the moooooves… like jagger."
Kurt sauntered back over to Blaine while Jeff moved towards Nick. Blaine instantly held out his arms, but Kurt smacked them away as he pushed his back against Blaine's chest, grinding his hips backward. Blaine gripped onto his drink so hard he was surprised the glass didn't break.
"I don't need try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you."
Blaine spun Kurt around, locking their lips together and cutting the singing that was still coming from Kurt's mouth. His hands moved to Kurt's hips, pulling him tightly into his body before pulling away. "Fuck, Kurt. You can't just do stuff like that."
Kurt smirked proudly. "I can, and I did. I didn't get you anything for Christmas, so I figured this could make up for it. Did you enjoy your present?"
"Yes, yes I did." Blaine said, his voice tight. He allowed his eyes to move down Kurt's body, his grip tightening on his hip. "I have something for you, too."
Kurt pulled away in surprise. "Wait, really?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah. I've had it planned for awhile. So, if you'll excuse me-.." he planted a chaste kiss to Kurt's forehead before walking over to a keyboard that Nick had placed there for him.
He tapped on the microphone, wincing as it echoed around the room. "Uh, hi guys. I'm Blaine Anderson. Sorry to interrupt the dancing, but I have a little something I wanted to sing to someone. His name's Kurt Hummel, and he's kind of changed my life. This one's for you, Kurt."
"I see it in the way you would do
When no one else could ever get through
Holding back till I come around
Time and time again you wait for me to come in
And did you really look my way?
Cause no one could have seen this coming
I would never let you down
If I was running backwards in full time."
Blaine took a breath, his eyes never leaving Kurt's as he sung. Maybe Kurt would reject him again, maybe he would be left looking like an idiot in front of a hundred people. But right now, this moment, all that mattered to him was singing to Kurt, and trying to convey exactly how he felt about him. All that mattered was getting his point across. That he had fallen stupidly, ridiculously hard for Kurt. Blaine was in love, and he hoped with everything he had that Kurt loved him back.
"So I can and I will and you'll see your hero come running
Over and over tonight,
And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back
And I do wanna try
Because if falling for you boy is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time."
Kurt watched Blaine, his emotions threatening to take control and swallow him whole. 6 months ago, if someone had told him that there would be a boy with beautiful brown eyes that would make him question everything about himself, he would have said they were crazy. But right now, in the dim light of the dance floor, Kurt's heart felt like it was about to jump out of its chest. He'd denied Blaine for months, with good reason. He feared a lot of things, he feared being used, but most of all he feared being forgotten. How long would it be until Blaine forgot him?
"Me, I'm used to being tired and bloody
But you believed that I could be somebody
You put your world on hold for me
Gave away to follow failure through the fire
I need you to know I will
Believe me boy I'm so tired of running
I just wanna hold your hand
Stare at you like you've got everything I need."
Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, his chest tightening with every word. Everything in the past meant nothing compared to this moment. The boys, the sex, the crimes he'd committed, everything felt like it had been erased. Because this boy, this blue and green-eyed was all that was important. Kurt was what he never knew he wanted, everything he never knew he was even looking for. His missing puzzle piece.
"And I can so I will and you'll see your hero come running
Over and over tonight,
And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back
And I do wanna try
Because if falling for you boy is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time."
Kurt walked towards Blaine, his legs moved while his mind focused on getting from one side of the room to the other. The people that surrounded them faded into the darkness, disappeared into nothingness while he closed the distance. He looked into Blaine's eyes, searching for some shred of doubt, some sign that he didn't mean the words he was singing.
"So hold back your tears this time…"
Blaine moved from the microphone, and turned towards Kurt. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. He took Kurt's hands, and kissed his knuckles before letting go.
"Do you mean it?" Kurt choked out, his eyes watering.
Blaine nodded. "With everything I have."
"I love you, Kurt."
Kurt made a sobbing noise, and his hands clutched at Blaine's chest. "Say it again."
"I love you." Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's back, and he blinked repeatedly to keep his tears from leaving his eyes.
"I hate you for doing this in front of everyone." Kurt muffled into Blaine's shirt.
Blaine hugged him closer. "I love you, so much."
Kurt took Blaine's hand, pulling him away from the crowd and into the hall. "Come on, let's go."
Blaine followed, not really sure of what else to do. "Kurt, where the fuck are we going?"
They stopped in front of a door, and Kurt turned to look at Blaine. "I want this. I want you, Blaine." he said quietly, squeezing Blaine's hand.
Blaine swallowed hard as Kurt turned the door knob and pushed opened the door. "Are you sure about this, Kurt?"
Kurt didn't respond. He grabbed Blaine's head and kissed him hard, and passionately his tongue delving into Blaine's mouth while he backed them up towards the bed. Blaine walked until he felt the back of his legs hit the mattress, and he fell, pulling Kurt on top of him as he went.
"We don't have anything…" Blaine mumbled against Kurt's lips as he tried to collect his thoughts.
Kurt nudged Blaine up the bed, their hips colliding as Blaine's head hit the pillows. "Kurt, we don't have-"
He was silenced with a kiss, moaning as Kurt rocked against him. "Did you forget where we are? By the looks of it, this is Nick's room."
Realization dawned in Blaine's cloudy head, and he reached blindly for the side table drawer. Kurt moved down Blaine's neck as he slid a hand slid up his shirt. Blaine let out a noise of victory as he pulled his hand back with a small bottle and a square package. "Are you sure, Kurt? We don't have to…"
"Shut the fuck up, Blaine. I wouldn't say I wanted it if I didn't mean it." Kurt said impatiently as he sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head.
Blaine sucked in a breath and raised his hand absentmindedly to touch Kurt's chest. "Jesus, Kurt. You're so beautiful."
Kurt fell back between Blaine's legs, their lips finding each other in the dark. Kurt tugged at the hem of Blaine's shirt, only pulling away to get it off and toss it to the floor. Their mouths molded together, and Blaine mapped the inside of Kurt's mouth with his tongue, massaging the roof of his mouth. He felt Kurt shudder on top of him, and they both pulled away breathless.
"Make love to me, Kurt." Blaine whispered, his hands pushing into the small of Kurt's back.
Kurt made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan before he sucked Blaine's tongue back into his mouth and pushed his erection down into Blaine's. He pulled away, the moonlight casting shadows on the walls. "I've never.. I don't know-"
Blaine pushed himself onto his elbows, pressing a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips. "It's all right. I'll tell you what to do. I love you."
Kurt nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled Blaine's pants down to his ankles and dropped them at the edge of the bed. This was familiar territory, he was used to this. This was him and Blaine, and he'd never wanted something so bad in his life. He stood up, locking eyes with Blaine as he rid himself of the remainder of his clothes,then climbing back between Blaine's thighs.
Blaine pulled him down into another kiss, their erections grinding, causing them both to moan. Kurt leaned back on his knees again, his hands fumbling with the bottle of lube before pushing open the cap and pouring some onto his fingers. He looked back up at Blaine, who nodded and spread his legs.
"Just go slow," Blaine said, releasing a breath. "It's been awhile since I've bottomed."
Kurt lowered his hand, glaring at Blaine. "Are you going to shut up or completely kill the mood and start listing off names?"
Blaine laughed, closing his eyes for a moment. He felt Kurt's fingers brush against his ass, cold and wet with lube. He tried to relax his body, but gasped as Kurt moved a finger over his entrance.
"You alright?" Kurt asked, snapping his eyes away from Blaine's ass.
"God, yes. Fuck. Never better." Blaine replied quickly. "Would be better if you had your fingers in my ass, though. To be completely honest."
Kurt nodded, his finger massaging Blaine's entrance before pushing in past the first ring of muscles. "Holy fucking shit. You're so tight." he said softly, half wondering how his dick was going to fit.
Blaine threw his head back against the pillows, moving his hips down onto Kurt's finger. "More, please. I need more."
"Okay." Kurt answered, pushing his finger in up to the knuckle, holding it there until he felt Blaine relax around it. This entire experience was already overwhelming, and he could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage as he moved his finger slowly in and out. When Blaine started pushing down on his hand, he pushed another finger alongside the first.
"Oh god, Kurt." Blaine moaned, and Kurt brought a hand to his own erection, pumping slowly while he watched his fingers move in and out of Blaine's hole.
Kurt snapped out of his trance when Blaine arched his back, begging for more. "It's okay, just let me add-"
Blaine sat up suddenly, smashing his lips into Kurt's. "No, I want you now." he panted as he pulled away, his eyes blown and dark. "If you don't want to, we can stop now."
"Fuck, no. I want you so bad." Kurt whined, his fingers slipping as he tried to open the condom. Blaine whimpered as Kurt pulled his fingers out, his hands slippery with lube.
"Here, let me help you." Blaine said, taking the condom from Kurt and bringing it to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth. Brown eyes met greenish-blue as Blaine rolled the condom down Kurt's length, his hips involuntarily jerking forward into the touch.
Kurt reached for the lube again, pouring some into his hand before covering his cock with it. He positioned himself at Blaine's entrance, one of his hands finding Blaine's and entwining their fingers. Blaine nodded, his fingers tracing down Kurt's back.
Kurt pushed forwards, gasping as the heat surrounded him. "Shit, shit, shit!" he halted his hips, waiting for Blaine. The heat was incredible, and Blaine was so deliciously tight around him, he knew he wasn't going to last long.
Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist, his heel pushing Kurt further inside. "Oh my god." Blaine breathed out, the stretch and burn almost knocking the wind out of him.
"Tell me if I hurt you." Kurt said as he slid in balls deep. "Shit, are you okay? The lube, I must have used too much."
Blaine actually laughed. "I don't think there is such as too much lube with it comes to this kind of activity."
Kurt moved his hips back, and then snapped them forward as Blaine clawed at his back. "God Blaine, you're so fucking tight."
For a few minutes, the only noise was that of broken moans and the sound of skin on skin while they rocked together, lips connecting as Kurt moved an arm around Blaine's thigh, pulling his leg over his shoulder. With a shift of his hips, Blaine cried out as Kurt struck the tiny bundle of nerves that made him fall apart instantly.
"Blaine, I-I'm close." Kurt said brokenly, thrusting forward as his stomach tensed.
"Me too, fuck, me too."
Kurt brought a hand to Blaine's cock, wrapping his fingers in a firm grip and pumping in time with his thrusts. He slammed into Blaine, his hips stuttering as he came. Blaine followed him over the edge, clenching around Kurt and making him cry out before he collapsed into the crook of Blaine's neck.
They stayed like that for a few moments, gasping for air with chests heaving before Kurt pulled out. Blaine hissed as the empty feeling overtook him, and he made some pitiful noises that he wasn't proud of until Kurt fell back down, his head onto Blaine's chest.
Blaine leaned up, pressing a kiss into Kurt's hair. "I love you, Kurt."
Kurt tensed suddenly, shifting his weight to look at Blaine. "This thing that we have is crazy. You and I are an absolute mess. Between reform school and our families, we are complete opposites."
Blaine could feel his heart being crushed. After this, after everything he'd put on the line, after giving Kurt everything he had, it still wasn't enough. He closed his eyes tight, willing the suffocating feeling in his lungs to go away and let him breathe.
"Open your eyes," Kurt said. "I want to see your eyes. This is something that needs to be said, and I want to see your face when I say it."
Blaine's throat feet like it was closing up and he clenched his jaw before allowing his eyes to open. "Say it then, Kurt."
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, holding it against his chest. "Only you can do this to me. You drive me so fucking crazy, that sometimes I want to throw you in front of a bus." he paused as Blaine looked away, waiting for his attention to be returned before continuing. "You piss me off so badly, that I want to throw you into moving traffic. But the problem with that is, I'd kill myself trying to save you."
"I- you. What?" Blaine asked, confused.
Kurt shuffled up and kissed Blaine softy on the lips. "As much as I want to hate you, I love you too much to fight it anymore."
"I fucking hate you, Kurt Hummel." Blaine said, shaking his head. "I fucking hate you so much."
Kurt smiled against Blaine's cheek. "No you don't. Say it."
Blaine pressed Kurt into his chest. "I love you, Kurt. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."
"I love you too, Blaine. God, I love you, so much."
Kurt stayed there, listening to Blaine's heart beat slow as he drifted off into sleep, and he distantly heard the yells that signaled the beginning of the new year. Right here in Blaine's arms, where he belonged. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe. Happy and content. Complete.