AN- Thanks to gottriplets for fixing my grammar and encouraging me during my mini episode of writer's block! Thanks to klainenation for uber amounts of inspiration for this chap!
Note the lovely new cover photo! It is taken from a comic that is a counterpart to "Heteroflexible", drawn by the incredibly talented AnimateGlee! Link will show up on my profile shortly. It is so freaking awesome! Ahhhhhh! :)
Kurt winced, brain still foggy, trying to figure out why he was in pain. He flexed his muscles a bit, stretching out, and winced again.
Ah, yes. A certain curly-haired boyfriend of mine is sleeping directly on top of the arm I sliced open only a day ago.
He grimaced a little as he gently pushed Blaine off of his arm and onto his own pillow. When Blaine reached out with a disgruntled mumble, Kurt quickly slid a pillow into the other man's arms and smirked when Blaine cuddled the pillow contentedly.
Thank you, 'Friends' for teaching me the "replace yourself with a pillow to distract your cuddly lover" trick.
He blinked wearily at the clock on Blaine's nightstand to see that it was about a quarter to five, and sighed heavily as he trudged to the bathroom. Squinting with an irritated groan as he flicked on the light, he knelt down in front of the sink to dig around for some first aid supplies. When he had found what he was looking for, he set them aside before stepping into the shower.
As he woke up a bit more under the spray of water, he started looking around curiously. He noticed that while the shower wasn't exactly dirty, it was far from sparkling clean. His nose wrinkled at the sight of some mold in the top right corner, and some serious soap scum buildup on all of the walls.
He couldn't help but think that if they ever moved in together it would definitely be to his place. This bathroom just reeked of boy and he was quite sure that most other rooms in the apartment would be the same. It had been late when he'd arrived the previous evening and they had pretty much collapsed into bed together, falling asleep immediately. Kurt shuddered to think what he might find growing in Blaine's fridge if he went searching. Maybe he would be grabbing some breakfast 'to go' on his way to work.
He quickly hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall, and was pleasantly surprised at the fact that it smelled 'fabric softener' fresh. Maybe his straight boyfriend wasn't a complete lost cause.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he quickly rebandaged his arm and stepped back to the bedroom. He was surprised to find the bed empty and went in search for Blaine. It wasn't hard to find him seeing as there were only three rooms in the apartment.
He smiled when he saw Blaine standing in front of an open cupboard in his kitchen, looking like a zombie. He leaned onto the counter, peering at the other man with his head cocked to the side.
"You look like you should still be in bed, sweetie."
Blaine jumped a bit in surprise, then blinked sleepily as he leaned over the counter to give Kurt a light kiss.
"You came over just to be with me last night cuz you knew I'd had a bad day. I'm not gonna send you off to work without feeding you breakfast."
Kurt stiffened a little with a grimace.
"It's not gonna be Poptarts is it? Or anything that might currently be growing something of its own in your fridge?"
Blaine shot him an offended glare.
"There is nothing wrong with Poptarts, but no. And I'll have you know that I just cleaned out my fridge a week ago and threw away everything that had fuzz."
Kurt bit back a smile and crossed his arms.
"We won't discuss the fact that there were multiple things with 'fuzz' the needed to be thrown away. I'm just grateful that they still aren't residing in your kitchen."
"Picky, picky, picky," Blaine tisked, shaking his head. "I know you have to leave soon, so go get dressed and I'll have something ready for you by the time you get back out here."
Kurt sighed warily before pushing off to the bedroom.
"It better not be Poptarts!"
"There is nothing wrong with Poptarts!"
"Oooo! It's not Poptarts!"
Blaine rolled his eyes as he slid a bowl in front of Kurt on the counter. The model sent him a sassy grin and leaned in for a kiss before breathing in the contents of the bowl.
"This actually smells incredible, honey."
"See," Blaine stuck out his tongue before pulling his own bowl over. "I can cook, too, even if I don't make fancy-ass crepes."
"You liked my fancy-ass crepes."
"I did," Blaine agreed with a grin. "I also like your fancy ass."
Kurt laughed as he dug a spoon into the bowl, stirring it curiously. "I'm trying to decide if you calling my ass 'fancy' is a diss somehow... and what's in this exactly?"
"It's not, and this is oatmeal with peanut butter, brown sugar and bananas."
"That sounds delicious yet fattening."
Blaine just smirked before scooping up a spoonful and waving it temptingly in front of Kurt's face.
"It's not nearly as fattening as you're imagining. I used this all-natural peanut butter crap that Jared made my buy. I figured you'd appreciate that after seeing the types of things you keep in your kitchen."
Kurt moaned appreciatively around his mouthful and took the spoon from Blaine's hand to continue feeding himself.
"God, this is good."
"Told you," Blaine sighed, moving around to sit on a barstool next to his boyfriend. They ate in silence for a few moments before Blaine noticed the fresh bandage on Kurt's arm. He reached over and gently pushed the three-quarters length sleeve up a bit farther, running a finger over the injury.
"How's your arm?"
Kurt shrugged with a little blush, pushing Blaine's hand away.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"Hey, you're not still feeling embarrassed about that are you?"
"Of course I am!" Kurt sighed in exasperation. "That was one of the most ridiculous displays I've ever put on in my life and it was in front of you, my boyfriend of only a few hours at the time!"
"Kurt," Blaine scooted forward in his seat and took Kurt's hands. "It wasn't ridiculous, at all. You were understandably freaked. Look at me. Do I look like I'm judging you? I'm not. I only care about how you're feeling now."
Kurt sighed with a smile and leaned into Blaine's arms.
"K, sorry. I won't stress about it. I'm fine. Still a bit embarrassed. Still nervous that you'll decide all of a sudden that you won't want to be with me..." he sat up when he felt Blaine tense. "I trust you though! I promise! I believe you when you say you want to be with me... It's just, it's still new. We're still just getting to know each other... but I trust you."
Blaine smiled then, leaning in for another soft kiss.
"Good. You should."
Kurt reached up with his bandaged arm to cup his boyfriend's cheek.
"How about you tell me about what happened yesterday now?"
"It wasn't anything big, Kurt," he shrugged, moving to turn back to his oatmeal.
"Stop that," Kurt huffed, grabbing Blaine's waist and forcing him to turn back. "I already know it was a bad day. Please tell me what happened. I need to be able to trust you, right? Isn't that what we were just talking about? How can I keep trusting you if you refuse to tell me the truth?"
Blaine looked at him guiltily and started opening his mouth before snapping it shut again and glaring at him suspiciously.
"Wait. How do you know? You didn't say you suspected. You said you knew. How?"
"Jared texted me," Kurt responded evenly, "and before you get pissed, he did it because he cares. He didn't tell me anything specific, just that you probably needed me, and he was right."
Blaine stared in disbelief for a moment, wanting first of all to feel betrayed by Jared and secondly to be annoyed that Kurt had only come over once he was told to by someone else. He quickly realized how irrational that was when he looked into Kurt's concern-filled eyes. If he had been completely honest with Kurt in the first place he had no doubt that his boyfriend would have been there in a heartbeat. Also, he had two people who loved him enough to go behind his back to help him if necessary... annoying as that was. He leaned forward with a sigh and kissed Kurt softly on the mouth.
"Well, let's see. My day was full of every single person who passed me in the halls or elevator whispering behind my back. Some of them were laughing, some of them were glaring, all of them were treating me like I had the plague. During a meeting, I kept trying to say things and kept getting cut off by this guy who's a total asshole. At first I didn't necessarily think anything about it, cuz the guy's always a jerk, but then he leaned over and whispered that they'd be better off without the input of someone who wasn't even honest about who they are."
Kurt's eyes widened and he gripped Blaine's hand wordlessly. Blaine barely registered that Kurt was touching him. Once he started talking it just all flowed out.
"I asked him what his problem was. Everyone in the room had heard him, so I figured I had nothing to lose by responding. He said that I couldn't pretend to be straight and try to fool all of them, then kiss a man right in public and think they wouldn't find out. I was so shocked that I didn't say anything in response. My brain just couldn't fathom that he'd actually said that to me, to think that kissing you was something I would even want to hide, but even more so that I've been lying about who I am all along. Everyone got awkward and the meeting broke up before I could pull myself together. And after that it was just a million little things that all added up to making me feel like some type of outcast."
"Such as?" Kurt asked quietly.
Blaine shrugged with a heavy sigh.
"Such as... I always play basketball at lunch on Mondays with a group of guys, and now every single one was convinced that all along I've been trying to get a peek at their junk in the locker room. One guy came up to me and told me I'm the straightest guy he knows and asked me why it didn't gross me out to kiss another guy. Then at the end of the day I saw a group of them getting ready to go out to a bar. I don't always go with them, so I didn't think much about it, but one guy saw me looking at them and comes over to me and just kind of shrugs and says 'Hey, man. You can come along if you want but we're gonna be talking about guy stuff soooo...'"
"What did you say?" Kurt asked in disbelief.
"I said 'I'm still a guy! How the fuck has that changed?', but he just got really nervous and mumbled something and walked away."
Kurt pushed back his bowl and stood up, pacing in irritation for a moment before whipping back around to Blaine.
"I don't get it! It's not like we're living in some homophobic bubble! There have to be plenty of gay people working there! I mean, there's at least Jared, right?"
He looked to his boyfriend questioningly, and Blaine nodded quickly, thinking for a moment before answering.
"Yeah, I know of at least five other people just in my department besides Jared."
"Do they treat everyone who is gay this way?"
Blaine shook his head slowly, sighing as he plopped his chin down in his palm.
"No. I honestly don't get it either. I mean, I suppose if I had to guess I'd say that it's more the fact that most of them think I've, like, lied to them or something, and the others are just so thrown they have no idea how to act."
"Why can't people see that it's not so black and white?" Kurt snapped at no one in particular. "It's not always this simple question of whether someone is gay or straight! There's so much more to it! And another thing! What the fuck gives them the right to judge you, regardless?! It's none of their fucking business who you date! They really just need to-"
He threw his hands up in surprise when Blaine jumped off of his seat with a smile, grasping the model's face between his hands and planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Thank you," Blaine breathed as he pulled away.
"For what?" Kurt asked, still a bit dazed.
"For caring," Blaine shrugged. "For being on my side."
Kurt laughed then, his anger fading, and pulled him into a hug.
"Who else's side would I be on?"
"Still, it's just nice to know I'm not alone in this."
"Of course you're not," Kurt sighed, pulling back to look him in the eye. "I'm basically the reason you're even having to deal with any of this. I'd be kind of a shit boyfriend if I wasn't one hundred percent there for you."
When Blaine opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to argue, Kurt rushed on.
"No, no, no. I realize how that came out. That wasn't meant to be some self pity thing, or me trying to blame myself. The honest truth though, is that if not for me, this wouldn't be happening."
"You don't know that," Blaine eyed him sassily. "I could have met another, even HOTTER, guy at the bar that night and totally fallen for him instead. Maybe I was fated to be with a guy, and you just happened to be in the right place at the right time."
"You think so?" Kurt laughed.
"Anything's possible," Blaine grinned.
They stayed in each other's arms for a moment, kissing contentedly. Kurt pulled back all too soon though, glancing at his watch.
"I'm sorry, babe, but I'm gonna be late if I don't get moving right now."
"K," Blaine sighed as he swatted Kurt's backside when the model turned to the door. "I'm gonna go ahead and go for a run I think. It's kinda nice, being up this early. I usually roll out of bed just in time to get to work."
Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes as he double checked his bag that he'd left by the door.
"Hey, was there anything else that happened yesterday? Was that everything?" He asked, turning to slip into his coat and shoes. In the split second he was turned, he missed the slight hesitation on Blaine's face, along with the nervous way his fingers tapped against his leg.
"Nope, not really." Blaine shrugged with a tight smile.
"Well, listen," Kurt stepped forward to settle his arms around the shorter man's shoulders. "I know I got awfully pissed, but the truth is that most of this will blow over. People just need a little time to adjust. Like you said, this was so sudden for everyone, you included," he laughed.
Blaine chuckled as he pulled him closer by his waist.
"People are so much more accepting than they used to be," Kurt went on. "You're right. I think it's more that this was just a shock for people and they don't know what to think."
"True." Blaine nodded with a sigh. "I think most of this will sort itself out once people get used to the idea and realize that I'm still me."
Kurt gave him a sympathetic smile and leaned in for a kiss.
"I'm done with work at noon today. I was thinking I'd come by and bring you lunch. Are you okay with that, or would you rather not fan the flame by having me around a ton while people are still being so weird?"
"Are you kidding me?" Blaine asked him in disbelief. "After putting up with all that crap again, your presence might be the only thing to get me through the day!"
"Well in that case," Kurt whispered as he ran his fingers up and down Blaine's arms. "I might just have to add a blow job into mix. How does that sound?"
Blaine just groaned as he leaned in for one last kiss.
"Dude, where are you off to? I thought we could grab some lunch," Luke called out as Kurt ran to get his coat, heading toward the door.
"Sorry, man," Kurt smiled, not looking apologetic at all. "I've got a boyfriend to cheer up. Priorities. I'll call you later."
Luke grinned with a shake of his head. Sure, if he was perfectly honest with himself, it did bum him out just a bit to think of losing time with his friend. The truth, though, was that he hadn't seen Kurt this happy in quite a while. He may not have known quite how to say it out loud, but seeing him smile like this was worth not being able to hang out with his buddy.
"Fine. I see how it is. I'm so easily replaced in your eyes. Don't go forgetting your promise now. You're my failsafe should I ever question my straightness. This whole thing with your boyfriend makes me think that it's likely to actually happen. Don't go forgetting about me and leave me hanging when I need you."
"Never," Kurt laughed. "All you have to do is say the word. Just don't go blaming me if you like it too much."
With a wink he shot out the door, and Luke stood there with wide eyes, suddenly not so sure that this whole plan was the smartest thing he had ever come with.
"Hey, wanna get lunch?"
Blaine looked up with a weary sigh when Jared stepped into his office to settle down in a chair.
"Sorry, Jar. Kurt's coming."
"Guh!" Jared clasped his hand over his heart dramatically. "Being replaced already!"
Blaine rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair.
"Did you happen to notice who's been inexplicably hanging around in our building for the second day in a row?" Jared asked as he eyed his friend warily.
Blaine's expression darkened.
"Yes, and I'm assuming from the word 'inexplicably' that you don't know the reason either."
"You haven't talked to her?"
"No," Blaine snorted, "and I hope to keep it that way."
"Well, word to the wise. Keep an eye on your balls while she's in town. She will attempt to cut them off if you're not careful."
Blaine glared at Jared, but couldn't help smiling a little as he wadded up a piece of paper and threw it at him.
"Like I needed you to point that out. I'm the one who dated her. Can we drop this please?"
"Fine." Jared shot him a pert little smile. "So, where did we end up landing on the whole color situation?"
"I dunno," Blaine rubbed his hand over his eyes with another tiny smile. "What were the colors again?"
"If I remember correctly, green stood for straight and orange was... wherever you are right now?"
"Ah, yes. Well, let's see," he sighed. "I'm feeling pretty confident that I'm orange, which I guess stands for being a straight guy who happens to be crazy about a gay guy, or in other words-"
"Heteroflexible," Jared finished for him.
"Exactly. The problem is that most everyone else in my life appears to be convinced that this isn't a possibility. I either need to be forest green or hot pink with fucking sparkles."
Jared burst out laughing at this.
After fighting his amusement for a moment, Blaine finally joined in for his first real laugh in the last two days.
It felt really nice. It was a bit funny he supposed.
"Seriously," he smiled, wiping at his eyes. "One of the girls at reception slipped me this invitation to some woman's book club at her apartment tonight. She told me that they're reading a book on 'how to not lose the essence of your true womanhood while succeeding in a man's world'. I'M a fucking MAN, Jared!"
"They invite me to those things all the time," Jared laughed.
"Do you go?" Blaine asked warily, trying to gauge what he was in for.
"Some of the stuff is actually fun," Jared shrugged. "The bachelorette parties are a blast when you get those chicks drunk. I gave them a lesson on giving blow jobs at the last one."
"Oh my god," Blaine groaned, sinking down into his chair.
"Look, you don't have to go to anything if you don't want to. Just be prepared for this stuff. You're a brand new, shiny gay toy to them. There is nothing women love more than the idea of a best gay."
"I'm not gay though!" Blaine burst out. "Besides the one obvious exception that I am dating a man, I'm about as straight as they come!"
"I know that, and so will the people closest to you... but that's a pretty big exception, sweetie," Jared replied softly. "Most people aren't going to get it, and I'd imagine that you're not going to want to go into this lengthy explanation every time some random person assumes you're gay. My guess is that for as long as you're with Kurt, you're probably going to end up identifying as gay more often than not, even though it's technically not true. Are you going to be okay with that?"
Blaine looked up at his friend who was watching him seriously, and sighed as he thought about that question. He went through every frustrating encounter he'd had to put up with in the last couple of days, from the whispers to the outright confrontations... and he felt tired.
Then he thought of Kurt, and how the simple sight of his boyfriend's smile caused his stomach to flutter and leap excitedly... and how all he wanted in the world right now was to see that smile again.
"Yeah," he nodded slowly, then looked back at Jared with a soft smile. "I am."
Hey man! How's Blaine doing today? ~L
Excuse me? ~J
HOW IS BLAINE DOING TODAY? YOUR BEST FRIEND. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH ALL OF A SUDDEN? ~L
Holy crap, Luke! All caps do not help. I was just surprised. That was such a normal text. No inappropriate comments. No offensive slurs. I hardly recognized you ~J
I can be surprisingly sensitive if the occasion calls for it. If it helps tho... ~L
Hey pooftah! How's our little 'not so pooftah' yet shockingly pooftahesque friend doing today? ~L
Aaaaand there we go. He's okay. Why do you ask? ~J
Kurt rushed out of here like his pants were on fire saying that he needed to cheer up his boyfriend. I was remembering what you told me yesterday and wanted to make sure he's doing ok ~L
Wow. That's... really... sensitive and out of character for you ~J
Shut up, dickwad. I can be sensitive as hell ~L
Way to prove your point darling ~J
For real. He doing ok? Those bastards aren't getting to him? ~L
I honestly think he's going to be fine. I know Blaine better than anyone. He's a strong guy and he's definitely crazy about Kurt. He'll get past the crap ~J
Well good. Kurt's sure crazy about him too. They're good for each other ~L
I happen to agree wholeheartedly with that ~J
Okay, man. Just let me know if I need to beat the shit out of anyone for being an ignorant asshole. No one treats my pooftah's pooftah like crap and gets away with it ~L
You'd be kind of a sweet guy if you didn't insist on using the word pooftah so much ~J
Pooftah pooftah pooftah ~L
Oh my god. Goodbye Luke ~J
Blaine looked up with a bright smile at Kurt's voice, motioning him on in. Kurt mouthed an apology when he saw that Blaine was on the phone, which Blaine shrugged off, rolling his eyes and tapping his thumb and fingers together to show that whoever he was talking to would not shut up.
Kurt smirked and stepped inside. He placed a quick kiss to his boyfriend's cheek and set the bag he was carrying down on Blaine's desk, quietly setting out the lunch he'd brought.
It was only a few moments before Blaine was finally able to hang up, and he immediately stepped around to the other side of his desk to pull Kurt into his arms with a contented sigh.
"Hey, babe," Kurt laughed, loosening Blaine's hold just enough to free his arms that had been pinned to his sides. "Has today been any better?"
Blaine sighed again, plopping his head down on Kurt's shoulder.
"Yes and no. A couple people surprised me by being really cool."
"Such as?" Kurt asked.
"Well, apparently the women love me, but not in the way that I'm used to."
"Ah yes," Kurt laughed. "Women and their gay men. Forgot to warn you about that."
"Yes, well," Blaine shook his head. "I don't think it'll last when they realize that I'm about as straight as they come, with the exception that I really love your dick."
"Ooo, do you now?" Kurt shot him a suggestive little smile, sliding his hands down to lightly grasp his boyfriend's ass.
"You know I do," Blaine grinned, "and on that particular note, the other good moment from today- though it creeped me out a bit- was with one of the guys I work with."
"Um, I'm not sure I like where this is going," Kurt slid his hands up to Blaine's waist, gripping him possessively.
"It's nothing like that," Blaine chuckled. "I was at a urinal in the bathroom and this guy, who is incredibly straight, came in to pee, too. He was a couple down from me, and all of a sudden goes, 'Soooo, you like to suck dick now?'"
"Shut up!" Kurt laughed in disbelief.
"Yeah," Blaine shook his head. "It was literally the most awkward moment I have ever had in a men's bathroom."
"What did you say?"
"I was quiet for a moment, and then I said, 'Only my boyfriend's'. He just kind of nodded and said, 'Cool'. Then we zipped up and left."
"So was that, like, acceptance?"
"He said it was cool that I like to suck your dick while both of our dicks were currently exposed, without cringing or thinking I was trying to get a peek at him. I'd call that acceptance."
"Straight men are so weird," Kurt shook his head in wonder, eyeing Blaine as if he was examining some foreign specimen.
"Will you keep me despite my weirdness?" Blaine stuck out his lower lip, trying to look adorable.
It must have worked because Kurt grinned and pulled him in for a kiss. He let his hands trail up and down the shorter man's back until they settled back down below Blaine's waist again.
"Mmmm, speaking of dick." Kurt grabbed Blaine by the front of his shirt, yanking him over to the chair behind his desk and pushing him back lightly. "I promised you something this morning."
He settled down on his knees between Blaine's legs, sliding a hand up the inside of each of Blaine's thighs. Blaine watched his boyfriend's hands and gulped as his mind raced a mile a minute.
Hooooly fuck he's gonna blow me right here in my office and the door isn't even locked and this is such a bad idea cuz anyone could walk in but HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS HOT!
"One thing you will learn about me..." Kurt bit his lip as he slowly unbuckled Blaine's belt before caressing the noticeable erection underneath.
Blaine groaned and sank his head back onto his chair.
"... is that I always keep my promises," Kurt whispered in a low voice, sliding the zipper down completely and pulling Blaine's cock free.
"Gooood, Kurt," Blaine moaned. He was already breathing heavily, so turned on, but he eyed the closed door for a split second.
Kurt didn't miss anything.
"Does it make you kind of..."
He leaned forward and placed a tiny little lick around the head.
"... nervous? To think that someone could walk in?"
"A little," Blaine panted. He was looking down into Kurt's eyes, and the intense longing he saw there about killed him.
"Don't you think..." Kurt paused to lean down and lightly suck on his balls, one after the other, while lazily stroking his cock. He pulled off with a wet little noise and trailed his tongue all the way up Blaine's shaft.
Blaine's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of his chair.
"That doing it like this makes it even better? Someone could walk in at any moment. Isn't it so much hotter this way?"
Blaine swallowed roughly, looking down as Kurt sank his mouth back onto his dick. His boyfriend was watching him with dark eyes as he ran a finger lightly over his thigh with one hand, while stroking along his shaft with the other. The wet, hot heat was so fucking amazing, but it was the entire combination that really did him in.
The words Kurt was saying- talking about how they could get caught- made his heart race. Kurt's eyes were telling him clearly how much he loved having Blaine's dick in his mouth and his hands were touching and stroking all over at once.
"God! So fucking hot! I feel like I could come in about thirty seconds, Kurt... and I might pass out after," he gasped.
Kurt grinned, at least as best he could in his position. He settled down a little more on the floor, preparing to sink down all the way.
Blaine sighed as he reached his hands forward to grasp Kurt's hair... when the doorknob turned.
Blaine had about two seconds to figure out what to do, and what he came up with was shoving Kurt back as quick as he could so that the model was completely under his desk. One glimpse down at his boyfriend's face before he scooted as close to his desk as possible, told him that Kurt found this very amusing.
At least he's not pissed at me for shoving him off my dick. He thought with a shrug.
He had enough mental capacity to hope the flush covering his face wasn't too obvious before looking up at his visitor.
His heart sank down to his feet as a petite blonde pounced in like she owned the place.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Hello there, Blaine."
"You know, Celeste, polite people knock before entering someone else's office," he said stiffly.
He felt two hands grip his thighs tightly, and he immediately felt sick. His guess was that Kurt had suddenly lost his amusement in the situation.
Don't be mad, Kurt! Please don't be mad at me!
"Oh, come now," she pouted and she settled delicately on the edge of his desk. "I'm one of those people who don't need permission for anything when it comes to you. Don't deny it, honey."
He winced when he felt Kurt's grip tighten even further. Yeah, he was definitely gonna have some bruises later and they wouldn't be the good kind.
"Yes, you do actually," he snapped. He reached a hand down to grip Kurt's, hoping desperately to ward off a fight. "We are not together! We are never going to be together again! I'm seeing someone, but you know that already don't you?"
She sighed as she slipped off of his desk and headed to look out his window.
Blaine's heart raced as he quickly peeked underneath his desk to gaze at his boyfriend. If possible, his heart sank even further when blue eyes glared angrily at him.
"Yes," Celeste sniffed, "I saw your little display yesterday. You seemed pretty intent on showing the world. I know that you saw me, too, down in the lobby, and frankly I'm disappointed that we didn't get the chance to chat."
Kurt's glare changed to disbelief and then to downright pissed the hell off. Blaine shook his head frantically, hoping to show that it wasn't how it sounded, before glaring back up at Celeste.
"I had no reason to talk to you. I had nothing to say yesterday, and I have nothing to say now. You're not a part of my life and it's going to stay that way. What the hell are you even doing here, anyway?"
Celeste was still facing the window, so he chanced another quick look down to his boyfriend. To his immense relief, he saw that some of the anger had faded away at his words. He gripped Kurt's hand as tightly as he could, rubbing over the back of it with his thumb. After a second, Kurt squeezed back, though somewhat begrudgingly.
"I'm interviewing for a job," Celeste said smugly as she turned back to face him.
"Who in this building would be insane enough to hire you?"
Her eyes narrowed and she stepped forward with her arms crossed. Blaine felt a shaking between his legs and was pretty sure Kurt was now laughing silently.
"We could be co-workers again very soon, honey," she responded sharply. "I'd be careful how you speak to me."
Blaine could feel Kurt gripping his legs once again, but he got the feeling that his boyfriend's quickly rekindled anger was directed at his ex, rather than at him.
Celeste sighed suddenly and moved back toward the window. Blaine glanced back down at Kurt with an inward groan, hoping that his desperate expression would show what he was thinking.
Please don't be mad! I fucking hate her!
He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was fairly certain of Kurt's response. The piercing glare of Kurt's eyes accompanied by the undeniable smirk around his lips seemed to say:
Oh, I'm pissed, but not necessarily at you anymore.
He cocked an eyebrow and shot Blaine a knowing look.
You owe me an explanation though, mister!
Blaine gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head.
Kurt then took Blaine's quickly softening cock in his hand once again with a sneaky little smile. Blaine caught the meaning of this move quite clearly.
Remember though. This now belongs to me.
Blaine groaned out loud then, and held a hand to his mouth when Celeste turned around.
"Look, Blaine, I don't want to fight. Let's just drop this and try to be friends."
"I don't want to be your..." Blaine paused with a little gasp when he felt Kurt pumping him softly out of nowhere, and damp heat surrounded the head of his suddenly stiff cock. "... your anything, Celeste! Even if you end up coming to work here, that doesn't mean I want to have anything to do with you!"
She gaped at him in surprise for a moment before striding back to him, hands on hips.
"This doesn't have anything to do with that man, does it? Because-"
Blaine placed his hands flat on his desk. He was done with this; both because he hated this woman more than anyone in his life, and because Kurt obviously meant business and was not lightening up.
"It has to do," he spoke through gritted teeth, "with the fact that I have no desire to be with you in any capacity. Yes, I'm with a guy now, but that has nothing to do with you. Now kindly get the fuck out of my office!"
She watched him, eyes growing wider by the second, and sputtered for a few moments be whipping around and stalking out his office door. It closed behind her with a resounding slam.
He sank back into his chair in relief the moment she left, and leaned back to look down at his boyfriend. Kurt had removed his hold on Blaine's now-revived erection the moment the door slammed, and Blaine reached a hand out to help him up.
Kurt took it with a roll of his eyes and slight scowl, but the corner of his mouth was twitching up in a smile, so Blaine knew he wasn't that upset. He pushed Blaine's chair back, jogging over to the door to lock it, before stepping quickly back to Blaine's side.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry she was here!"
Kurt smiled, straddling Blaine's lap and rubbing hands down his chest.
"I saw her yesterday, but I didn't say anything because she doesn't even work here and I didn't think I'd see her anymore!"
Kurt nodded with another small smile and leaned down to kiss Blaine's neck.
"I just don't want you to think that I'm trying to be dishonest or hide things because I know we just talked about needing to be completely honest with each other! You need to-"
Kurt laughed, placing a finger against Blaine's lips to shush him
"Do you want to be with her?"
Blaine pulled back with a look of horror.
"Do you want to be with me?"
"God, yes," Blaine breathed, pulling Kurt to him.
"Then," Kurt smiled as he trailed a hand down Blaine's chest to his waist. "We have no problem."
"Really?" Blaine looked up at the gorgeous man in his lap, honestly shocked. He had been expecting a much bigger fight.
"Of course. It's pretty obvious how much you despise that woman, and just from that little bit of conversation it's also obvious that you made no effort to see her. I really can understand why you didn't mention seeing her. I probably would have done the same."
Kurt chuckled a Blaine's blank look; as if he couldn't quite figure out how they had gotten to this point.
"Look," Kurt sighed contentedly. "There is obviously more that we need to talk about concerning this bitch, but we can do it later. Right now I'm starving and we can't eat until I've finished giving you the afternoon delight that I promised. This time no interruptions. You ready?"
Blaine's blank look melted into a happy smile. He reached his hands up to cup Kurt face and pull him down for a kiss.