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Kurt Hummel exits the backseat of his car and takes his first step onto the red carpet. The scene is pure pandemonium. The red carpet is lined with reporters and cameras, actors and celebrities, and ropes that hold off thousands of screaming fans. Every time he steps foot into one of these hooplas, he has half a mind to get back into the car and sneak in the back way. Unlike most of his colleagues in the theater world, he’s never been a huge fan of these events. Sure, he’ll discuss the gossip and the fashion until the cows come home, but having to live it is always a different story.
He nervously plays with his phone as he makes his first few steps down the carpet. He shouldn’t have it with him, he knows, but it’s a strange source of comfort. It’s something to do with his hands, which might otherwise be stuffed into the pockets of his very expensive suit.
He hears sudden clicks, and he knows already that there are cameras pointed in his direction. He should be used to it. In some ways he is used to it. But it never fails to surprise him that there are people who actually want photos of him. He’s gone for a simpler look this year -- a gorgeous teal jacket and pants, paired with a royal purple shirt, with a silver pin for an accent. The whole thing is textured, and the cut is flattering and appealing, and much more toned down than the eccentric design he wore the previous year.
He takes a deep breath and moves forward. He hears his name being called from multiple directions. Some are the event guides, ushering him to go. Some are the photographers, dying to get that first shot of him arriving. But a majority of the screaming is coming from the fans. He doesn’t love the crowds. He doesn’t. But he does try his best -- for them.
He gives a smile, and a wave, and inches closer to the ropes where they’re all standing. They’ve come all this way, and have probably stood outside for mere glimpses of the celebrities for hours. It’s insane - but there was a time when he may have done the same, just for a brief interaction with someone he admired.
Before going to the fans, however, he takes a quick moment to scan the carpet ahead of him. There are plenty of people he recognizes, plenty of people he’s worked with before, a few big names that make him seem like a small fish in a big pond, and a few faces he doesn’t recognize at all. But one in particular stands out. Standing in his bright, mustard yellow suit is Blaine Anderson.
Kurt takes a moment to watch Blaine as he easily moves along the crowd; chatting, signing autographs, laughing and whatever the fans are telling him. He positively glows in the energy. He always has. Kurt shakes his head, fondly. He loves his job, but feels more at peace when an audience is quietly sitting and watching him on stage. When he has the ability to turn it all off, and connect with the character and the story and come alive as a different person. Being him has always been difficult. But Blaine has no such difficulty. It’s admirable, really. And he adores Blaine for it.
He then sneaks a quick second to check out Blaine’s ass, nice and round and on display whenever Blaine reaches his arms out to sign another autograph. Kurt bites his bottom lip, thinking about earlier that morning, when he had seen that ass up close and person. He grins, thinking about it; thinking about how despite their growing celebrity status, some things remain just between the two of them.
For a quick second, Blaine turns his head behind him and, as if a magnet were drawn between them, notices Kurt. He beams, wiggles his eyebrows for a second, and then goes back to the fans. Tonight is not about him and Blaine. Tonight is about the show. They both know that. Which is why they keep what they have together on the down low. But it doesn’t stop them from stealing a moment or two.
Kurt turns back to his side of the carpet, ready to address the legions of people waiting on the other side of the rope. As he approaches, their yells become deafening, and most of what they’re screaming is incomprehensible. The only thing he really can make out is his name.
He smiles brighter, trying his best to appear as kind as possible, as he takes a marker and begins to scribble his name on a Playbill. Most of the fans are respectful. And while overwhelmed, shower him with compliments -- everything ranging from ‘I loved your performance, it moved me so much’ to ‘can I have your babies?’. He always has to chuckle at the range he finds.
There’s always at least one person, however, who gives him pause. “Hey, did you and Blaine Anderson break up?” It's a young woman with a nose ring attempting to take a photo of him with her phone -- who seems less interested in him than whatever gossip she’s going to share online. “Cause, like, y’all haven’t spoken to each other in weeks. Online, I mean. Like, y’all are done, aren’t you?”
He lets out a sigh, tries his best not to look back at Blaine. He knows that with celebrity comes lack of privacy. He’s been bracing for it. But what he has with Blaine is special, and he’ll protect that the best he can. Kurt moves on to answer another fan, who has a question about a wig he wore in a previous production, ignoring the girl with the nose ring.
***
The interviewer is a tall, platinum blonde woman with a too dark tan and a bright, shimmering gold dress that clashes with her skin. Kurt has talked with her before - as she works for one of those websites that streams all its content on YouTube or some specialized streaming service. He can’t remember which one, and the ‘M’ on her microphone doesn’t help any, but since he’s being shuffled to every journalist out here, he just goes with the flow.
“Kuuuuuurt,” her high-pitched voice cries. “Kurt Hummel everyone.” She says it to her audience in the camera, wherever that might be. Kurt gives a friendly smile and waves to the people watching on the other side of the screen. He may not like this part of the job, but he tries to always give his best to the fans. “How excited are you to be here?” The woman, whose name if he remembers correctly is Karlee, asks.
“It’s a pleasure. And surreal. Always surreal,” he replies, truthfully.
“Before we get too much further, we have to get your bestie over here,” she says, unexpectedly.
Kurt isn’t quite sure what she’s talking about until she waves a hand (one that’s holding a cue card in it) over to someone behind him. “Blaine Anderson, get on over here.”
Oh. Oh .
Blaine comes up right next to him, all friendly smiles and charm and doesn’t give Kurt one ounce of attention. He does, however, slightly push his elbow into Kurt’s arm. Kurt pushes back. He almost gives a laugh, but retrains.
“Karlee, what a delight, honey, you look wonderful,” Blaine coos, taking her hand, and giving her cheek a kiss.
Fucking Blaine, always being so suave. Kurt bites his bottom lip, amused at how easily Blaine does it. Blaine is definitely playing it up with the playful banter, but he also is well aware that it keeps the attention off of Kurt. Just as Kurt likes it. They do make a great team.
“Look at the two of you, matching tonight.”
Kurt and Blaine turn towards each other, both pretending to be shocked.
I told you they’d notice -- Kurt says with his eyes and a grin, thinking about the hours-long conversation they had about what to wear.
Blaine gives a casual shrug, but Kurt can read him like a book. Who cares? We’re hot and they love it.
We’re supposed to be low profile, Blaine.
We’re theater actors, Kurt, nothing about us is low profile.
They probably shouldn’t be doing their secret exchange, not when they’re supposed to be paying attention to Kaylee, not while everyone is watching, but Blaine has such beautiful honey-gold eyes… the shield Kurt always has up, especially in public, is dented just a little when those eyes shine so brightly on him.
After a few moments of fashion talk, Kaylee hits them with something completely different. “So, the two of you met a decade ago now on the stage during the original run of Show Choir! -- which ended up being such a surprising hit and thrust you both into the limelight. I hear now there are talks of a movie version -- any chance you’ll be involved.”
“No,” Kurt says, maybe too quickly and too sharply. He owes that show everything. And yet he never wants to relive any of it ever again. Blaine eyes him and knows…
As always, Blaine manages to be much more diplomatic in response. “I think I can speak for Kurt when I say -- we will always cherish what that show was for us. It got us both on our feet. It taught us everything we know now. But it’s time to let a new generation take the reins. And, I mean, we’re both pushing thirty now. No one wants to see thirty-year-olds playing high school students. Even on stage.”
“Of course, we’ll cheer on whatever new cast takes it on,” Kurt adds, hopeful that it sounds encouraging enough for the soundbite it’ll inevitably become.
Kaylee throws her head back in laughter as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “Well, it’ll be exciting to watch for sure. So, the two of you are both nominated tonight for your phenomenal roles in such different productions. Kurt, you’re nominated for your devastating turn where you play an American Civil War soldier figuring out his sexuality. While Blaine, you have a haunting turn as a ghost in what everyone has been calling an epic space opera on stage. Your roles are so different and yet have hit audiences so hard. How do you feel about that?”
“It’s cliche, I know, but as everyone says, it is an honor to be nominated,” Kurt says. “And I think that everyone nominated tonight deserves to be here. I think it speaks to the writing and production and power of the stage that we are allowed to have such characters to play. And I think it speaks to the power of storytelling that you can have such a variety of characters and yet be so moved by them. I think we both feel really, really lucky that there are so many good shows being produced right now.”
“I think Kurt’s said it beautifully,” Blaine adds. “I can’t possibly top that.”
“One last question -- any fun plans to celebrate tonight?”
Kurt gives her an odd look, then for a split second, gives Blaine a panicked look.
She knows?
She’s talking about celebrating winning an award, Kurt…
Well, I did win this morning…
They share knowing looks.
“I’m sure there’s plenty of trouble we can get ourselves into,” Blaine says with a sly grin.
****
Kurt throws back his second shot and slams the glass on the bar. Nothing like having something in you to calm the nerves. He knows his limits, and when the bartender asks if he’d like another, he shakes his head and nudges the glass away. Normally, he settles for a nice cocktail at these things, but his anxiety has been climbing all evening. It’s not that he thinks he’s going to win - he’s aware of all the betting pools and the articles, his chances are very slim considering who he’s up against. It’s the fact that the spotlight is so firmly on him. It’s the fact that there are much better places he’d rather be.
He should go mingle; should go say hi to the dozens of people he knows, and attempt to make a connection with those he doesn’t. But he’s not as cut out for this one might think. The first time he went to one of these things it had been awe-inspiring. Surreal. Kind of amazing. Now that he’s been to them enough times, the shine has somewhat worn off, and it feels like another part he has to perform.
“Drink too many of those, and you’ll be slurring your way through your presenting duties.” Blaine comes to his side, leaning against the bar with a charming grin on his face.
“Is it over yet?” Kurt laments.
“This is the fun part, Kurt.”
“You are having fun, I am surviving,” Kurt says. He contemplates another glass, and looks over to the bartender, signaling him over. Blaine puts a hand over his, and shakes the bartender off, knowing better. Kurt lets out a heavy sigh. “Do you think we should have come together?”
Blaine gives him an odd look. “It was your idea not to.”
“I know.”
“You wish we had?”
Kurt contemplates. It’s such a loaded question. One that they’ve both mulled over countless number of times. Weighed pros and cons. Sought outside help. There are no easy answers to such questions. “You’re the one thing I don’t want to share with the rest of the world,” Kurt says. He doesn’t meet Blaine’s eye, but keeps it firmly on the bar. “And yet, I’m bursting on the inside to do just that.”
Blaine’s face softens, and he squeezes Kurt’s hand. “That’s sweet, Kurt. You already know how I feel about it.”
“I do…” He does. Kurt looks over to Blaine to see his shining eyes looking adoringly at him. There are hundreds of people in the room and yet it’s just the two of them, an allowed moment of privacy among the crowd. “You know, the fans think we broke up.”
Blaine tilts his head at him, shaking it. “Since when have you ever cared what they think?”
“I don’t,” a smirk crosses Kurt’s face. “I just thought it was funny.”
“Social media detectives will be the death of us all.”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt you to like some of my cat videos and Liza Minnelli memes,” Kurt jokes.
“We should get Tina to work with you on your social media presence,” Blaine says, as if they hadn’t argued about this a thousand times.
“And she should really lay off yours,” Kurt counters. “I mean, the noodle incident…”
Blaine rolls his eyes and ignores him. “Maybe it is time to talk about being more public. As a couple.”
Kurt winces. “We are not letting Tina…”
“That’s not what I mean,” Blaine says. He’s serious, very serious. “Maybe it’s finally time, all things considered.”
“Or… we could release an official statement and let it be?” Kurt says. They’ve managed to be just the two of them for so long. He doesn’t want that to change. “I don’t want to be featured on the cover of People magazine.”
“Being featured on the cover of People magazine isn’t so bad you know,” Blaine says. His charm returns as they both think of the framed cover in Blaine’s bathroom.
Kurt lets out a playful, annoyed groan. “Any chance you have to bring up how officially sexy you are…”
“It wouldn’t hurt you to indulge me every once in a while.”
“I already suck your dick, Blaine, you don’t need me to kiss your ass, too.”
Blaine lets out a hearty laugh. “I have it on good authority that you are actually very good at kissing my ass.”
Kurt gives him a sharp glance. “Fuck you.”
Blaine gives him a dark look, as if challenging him to do just that. Kurt wishes he could lean over and kiss him. Fuck all the people and the cameras and the undoubted mess it would create. He wants to kiss Blaine so badly, and has enough alcohol in him that it might be worth it.
Blaine’s sober enough for the both of them. “C’mon, we have a ceremony to attend.”
****
Kurt bounces on the balls of his feet. He and Blaine are waiting backstage, just the two of them, as the ceremony rolls on beyond the curtain. He can hear the presenters for the award for musical score doing their bit. There’s audience laughter, and some applause, and someone said something that struck a chord. He suddenly doesn’t feel all that well.
Blaine looks at him, concerned. “Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“You’re nervous.” A sweet grin climbs on Blaine’s face, as he judges his shoulder against Kurt’s.
Kurt holds himself tightly. “Do you know how many people will be out there watching us?”
“We’re delivering an award, Kurt. It’s not like we’re performing,” Blaine says. He almost sounds disappointed about it. “It’s not like anyone is going to be paying any attention to us. All we have to do is make sure we get the name right.”
“We have to do witty banter,” Kurt argues. “They’ll all be paying attention. What if they really don’t like what we’re wearing? What if they miss that we have amazing on stage chemistry? My god, what if they don’t find us funny?”
Blaine shakes his head dismissively. “I’ve never known you to not be funny.”
Kurt holds up one finger. “I have a sophisticated, dry wit that not everyone gets.”
“You do remember that this witty banter was pre-written and all we have to do is say the lines, right?” Blaine says. “I can’t believe you’re nervous. You’ve performed on stage naked before.”
“Yeah, for like five people,” Kurt hisses. “There are at least five million people watching this.”
Blaine narrows his eyes, looking troubled. “You’re really having an issue with this.”
Kurt bites his bottom lip. He is, and he doesn’t like it. It’s not really because of the sheer amount of people. He doesn’t mind performing in front of them. It’s not like he’s never been in front of large crowds before. It’s the fact that it’s he and Blaine. Together. With everyone having their eyes on them. Everyone watching every interaction they’ll make, and how it’ll be scrutinized and torn apart and he wishes that not every public interaction they have needs to be put under a microscope. He wishes they didn’t have to endure that type of pressure.
He breathes heavily. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have done all those shots.” Blaine actually gets him to laugh.
He looks at Blaine in wonder, always wondering how he lets it all roll off his back. “How is it nothing phases you?”
“Things phase me.”
“Really?”
Blaine tilts his head at him. “You have seen me at my worst, Kurt, you know that. They just aren’t the same things as you. It evens us out. It’s why we work.” Blaine comes in close, rubbing Kurt’s arms. “Going on stage with out an audience - that’s something that phases me. Jesse St. James’s dog, which might actually be a demon in a dog costume, phases me. And seeing you like this. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
A warmth spreads through Kurt’s chest. Suddenly, his fears begin to melt away. He loves this man. He loves him so deeply. Kurt has tried so hard never to care what other people think of him, he isn’t sure why it bothers him so much now. Only that Blaine means the world to him, and he wants nothing more to protect that. Wants to protect the person who makes him feel grounded and loved and safe.
“I’ll be okay,” Kurt says, though he turns his head away.
Blaine knows him better than that. He says nothing, but watches him carefully.
A production assistant rounds the corner, shouting that they have two minutes to get into place.
Kurt stands up, straightens, puts his more professional face on. He can do this. They can do this.
“You ready to see who’s going to win best costuming?” Blaine asks. He sneaks a hand down to Kurt’s giving it a squeeze before they start heading out.
“I really hope it’s April Rhodes.”
“Kurt, she’s not nominated in this category.”
“I know, but did you see what she was wearing? It’s this insane fuchsia, ‘80s inspired dress, which I think you could totally pull off something like that if you wanted to go outside your comfort zone and try.”
The color drains from Blaine’s face. “Oh god no, Kurt. No.”
****
Their category is close to the end of the night. The hosting portion of the evening flew by in a blur, and Kurt hardly remembers being on stage nearly an hour before. He’s been sitting, bouncing a knee anxiously, during the rest of the ceremony.
He had been asked if he wanted to bring a plus one. He had turned it down, not sure who he should ask. His dad and stepmom would have come, but Carole’s sister is in the hospital and they just wouldn’t be able to make it out to New York. All the rest of his friends and colleagues seemed to have found dates or family members that would attend.
Blaine had asked if they wanted to go together. Kurt had said no.
They hadn’t talked it through enough. Hadn’t consulted their teams. Hadn’t worked it out with Tina -- god, Tina would have a fucking field day showing off their relationship. It had seemed like too much of a hassle. And at the time, Kurt hadn’t felt ready.
And then this morning happened. It still feels like a hazy dream -- wrapped up in bed together, not even awake enough to get the coffee. The way Blaine held him so comfortably in his arms. Every morning should be like this one. Every morning should be absolutely perfect.
He can see Blaine’s eyes - so perfectly bright and loving.
Marry me.
What?
Be my husband, Kurt.
He had always expected it at some point. Kurt knew almost the day they met that their lives would be intertwined. But he had always expected Blaine had bigger plans. He’s not sure what he had expected. It’s not like Blaine was going to hire every large ensemble in New York to sing on the stage where they met as rose petals fluttered down from the sky. That’s just insane.
But off the cuff? Unplanned? They hadn’t even had sex that morning (yet). They hadn’t even had coffee.
And Blaine just asks him. Takes his breath away without even trying.
How could he possibly have said no?
He could be sitting next to his fiance right now. Instead, he’s sitting next to an elderly woman, the mother of a nominated set designer. The other side is the aisle. Up a few rows and over a few seats is Blaine, smiling happily as the actress on stage reads through the list of names.
He’s not nervous for himself. All the articles he read (more than he should have) listed him near the bottom of possibilities. And that is fine. As Blaine often says, they’re both still young, and have plenty of time to do more amazing things in their careers. Kurt did not write up a list of people to thank, nor tried to memorize any speeches. He didn’t let himself get too caught up in the idea of winning.
But Blaine has a real chance. He’s been a buzz in the community. Everyone wants to work with him. He’s had more job offers than he can even handle lately. And he looks so adoringly hopeful as they wait for the actress to open the envelope.
“And the winner is…” she says. Kurt holds his breath. “Jonathan Bailey as Oscar Pennington in Penny For Your Thoughts .”
Kurt lets out a sigh that feels like relief. He smiles kindly and claps, unsurprised that the frontrunner of the race actually won. He looks over to Blaine and despite the grin plastered on his face, Kurt knows him enough to see disappointment there as well.
After a moment, when Blaine knows there aren’t any cameras on him, he throws a look back to Kurt. Kurt gives a kind shrug.
Hey, at least we have each other.
A genuine grin crosses Blaine’s face. We do.
*****
The rest of the ceremony passes by without much incident. During one of the performances, the mics cut out but the entire cast belted out their song anyway and the winner of best writing for a show thanked their writing partner but not their famous wife which will be slightly scandalous in the morning but other than that, there aren’t any upsets or unpredictabilities, which makes for a rather boring time.
Just as it’s ending, Kurt gets a text from Blaine : Wait for me .
It’s like herding cattle to get out, but eventually Kurt is able to, and waits off in a corridor for Blaine. Blaine, of course, is the social butterfly, and has to talk with everyone as he makes his way out. Kurt could join him. Maybe he should join him. But he stands on the sidelines and waits. Waits until Blaine finally catches his eye, and there’s a certain type of thrill that comes when Blaine’s entire face lights up. It’s a face that’s saved solely for Kurt, and there’s always a tiny pang of relief when it’s there.
“So, get this,” Blaine says as he walks over. There’s a giddiness all over his face. “So, I managed to run into Jonathan Bailey, as one does. We chatted for a little bit and he said we should come to his afterparty. I mean, he said to me, but told me to bring whoever I liked. You are never going to believe who’s else is going to show up, I--”
“I promised Rachel and Jesse we’d attend their party,” Kurt replies quickly. There’s something about a major party, with lots of famous people, lots of people in general, that gives Kurt pause.
Blaine gives him a bewildered look. “Kurt, they throw the same, boring party every year. They didn’t even come tonight.”
“Well, to be fair, Rachel asked me, but she never mentioned you, so technically, you’re free to do as you like.” It comes off a little more dismissive than he intends it. They never did talk about after the show, but the plan had always been Rachel and Jesse’s.
Blaine gives him a somewhat confused stare.
“What?” Kurt asks.
Blaine takes him a little further down the corridor, so they aren’t seen as people continue to file out of the theater. “Why are you being like this?”
“Being like what?”
“You don’t care about Rachel and Jesse’s party - nor would they notice if you’re even there.”
“Oh, Rachel will notice…”
Blaine clenches his jaw but holds back on whatever he’s thinking. “Okay, why don’t we stop by Rach and Jesse’s for a second, then head over to the other party. Kurt, it might be a good opportunity to make some good new connections.”
Kurt considers, but he doesn’t love the idea. “Maybe…”
“Would you rather just go home?”
He is tired. It has been a long day, and his bed does feel enticing. Besides, there’s all the rest of it to consider. Does he have the energy for it? “You should go. I don’t want to ruin your night.”
“Kurt, you never ruin my night,” Blaine says. He reaches for Kurt’s hand, and gives it a squeeze, only to drop it quickly, as a couple of men in tuxes turn down the corridor and walk past. “What is this about? Are you upset about how the night went? Hit your limit with people? Or… is it me?”
The look of devastation on Blaine’s face breaks his heart. It’s not Blaine. It’s never been Blaine. “No, of course not. I don’t know, Blaine, I just don’t want to argue with you.”
“We can’t argue if you won’t talk to me.”
Kurt takes a moment as Blaine waits for some kind of explanation. “When I’m with you - I don’t want to think about being with you. I just want to be with you.”
Blaine narrows his eyes, confused. “I don’t know that I follow.”
“I just want us, together , and if we go to that party…”
“Everyone will know that we’re together?”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Kurt, we’re getting married,” Blaine says. He looks as tired as Kurt feels. “We have to figure this out at some point unless… this isn’t something you really want.”
“You are always what I want,” Kurt responds quickly, to assuage Blaine’s fears.
Blaine lets out a little sigh and crosses his arms. “Kurt… I really doubt this one celebrity party is going to be an issue. Even if someone does see us. Or notices. Or we let ourselves be ourselves. Who cares, Kurt? When have you ever let anyone else dictate how you live your life?”
Blaine is right. When has he ever let anyone tell him what to do? But it’s about more than just him. It’s about them . “I can’t lose you,” Kurt says quietly.
“What?” It’s not what Blaine expects to hear.
“I can’t lose you.” Kurt looks up and into Blaine’s eyes. “You are etched into my very soul and I don’t know if I can function anymore without you in it. And the idea that some outside factor might come along and take you from me…”
Blaine softens. “I’m not going anywhere, you know that. And when things get fucked up, as they always seem to get fucked up, I’ll be right there with you - saying ‘fuck you’ to the world. We’re a team, remember? But, if you just want to go to Rach’s or just go home, that’s what we’ll do, okay?”
“No,” Kurt says. Just the idea of this party makes him nervous, but Blaine doesn’t. He’s right. It’s about time they start taking the world by storm. “No, you’re right. I think we should go to this party. Rachel’s going to want to play tacky karaoke games anyway.”
Blaine lets out a laugh, then reaches out for Kurt’s hands and takes them. “Are you sure?”
Kurt does something then that surprises even himself. He leans in and gives Blaine a hard kiss. Because he can. Because Blaine is going to be his husband. Because he wants to spend the rest of his life kissing his husband. And maybe it doesn’t matter who sees it anymore. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Blaine’s eyes twinkle. “...okay.”
“So, who is it that’s going to be at this party? Is it one of the Bridgerton cast? Please tell me it’s one of the Bridgrton cast…”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
***
When Kurt finds Blaine, he’s seated on a lounge chair at the back of the club, scrolling through his phone. Kurt gives a smirk, and takes another sip from his champagne glass as he walks over. Blaine doesn’t look up. Kurt slides onto his lap anyway. Blaine smirks as he finishes reading whatever is on his phone, then opens his arms to cradle Kurt. Kurt lays head on Blaine’s shoulder, and giggles into his champagne.
The club is hopping, there are a ton of famous people everywhere. Some people he knows personally. Most people he doesn’t. Kurt doesn’t really care. There’s so much going on that he and Blaine can be in their own secluded little bubble, and no one will really notice.
“Hey you,” Blaine says, leaning his head against Kurt’s.
“Hey.”
“Did you get a chance to talk to-”
“...Yeah.”
“Yeah? Good?”
“So good,” Kurt coos. He snuggles closer into Blaine. “I can’t wait to tell Rach. She’s been blowing up my phone, by the way. I’m ignoring her for now, but you know she’s going to be a beast when she sees us next. And I know what you’re thinking - you’re right, we should have stopped by and we didn’t stop by and god this means we’re going to have to attend one of her murder mystery dinners and good lord there isn’t enough alcohol to get me through one of those things…” he stops short when he notices Blaine’s a bit dazed and not really listening. “You’re being quiet.”
Blaine waits a beat and tries to shake it off. “Just thinking.”
Kurt brushes a stray hair off Blaine’s forehead. “About what? Are you feeling it -- that you, that we lost?”
“Maybe a little,” Blaine says. He looks tired more than disappointed though. “It’s fine, though. Next time, and I know there will be a next time, it’ll happen. And then next time, I’ll be able to thank my husband.” He gives Kurt’s nose a little bop. “You.”
“Mmm, I like that,” Kurt hums. He brushes his nose against Blaine’s. “I get to marry you.”
“You do.”
“And move in with you.”
This gets a smile out of Blaine. “Kurt, we practically live together now. Your apartment is more like a storage space.”
“Oohh, we should keep it,” Kurt says. “It’ll be like a secret hideaway.”
Blaine adoringly shakes his head at him. Yes, he’s had maybe too much to drink, but it’s still endearing to Blaine. “Or, a giant closet to keep all of your clothes.”
“That is a smart idea,” Kurt says. “A very smart idea. It’s a good thing I’m keeping you.”
Blaine looks down at their hands. He takes the champagne glass from Kurt, finishes it, then places it on the table next to him. Then takes Kurt’s hand and laces his fingers with Kurt’s. “You know, Kurt, I think you may be right. There’s a part of me that’s not ready to give this up. Or share it.”
“See…” Kurt snuggles, again, against Blaine’s shoulder. Feeling slightly vindicated. But then a heaviness falls between them. “Do you think things are going to be different tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
The happy little bubble they were in begins to evaporate. “We should probably call Tina then.”
“Well, if we’re going to do this, might as well do it right,” Blaine agrees.
Kurt gives him a little, suggestive smirk. “Yeah… do it right.”
Kurt looks deeply into his eyes. It’s scary how much he feels for this man. It’s everything.
Blaine leans forward and kisses him. It’s hard and sure and reaffirming. It doesn’t matter that they’re in public, in a place where everyone has a cellphone out. It doesn’t matter that there are always repercussions to their actions. He just wants to be with Blaine and Blaine wants to be with him. For always.
“Hey, Blaine?” Kurt says, dazed as they break apart.
“Yeah?”
“I wanna go home now.”
***
Back home, they’re making out on the bed. They’re both half undressed, clothes haphazardly thrown around the room. Kurt’s on his back as Blaine hovers over him. The kisses are slow and measured and easy. Normally kissing has a means to an end. But Kurt’s happy to be in the moment, to just enjoy Blaine’s touch. He’s in no hurry to chase other, more driving feelings.
“Mmmm, Blaine?”
Blaine gives him an extra long kiss before responding. “Yes?”
Kurt grins. “I think I may have had too much to drink.”
Blaine stops, then rolls off him and onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”
Kurt stays on his back, staring at the ceiling. “I dunno if we can fool around tonight.”
“That’s fine,” Blaine says gently. “We have tomorrow completely open to fool around.”
Kurt lets out an amused laugh and turns his head towards Blaine, singing a little. “Mmm, I love that idea.”
Blaine is about to say something else when his phone lets out a little ping. He reaches behind him and grabs it to investigate. “Oh, it’s Tina answering our message. She said she’s happy to meet us tomorrow, just to let her know what time.”
“Make it Tuesday,” Kurt says, wiggling his eyebrows. “I am very booked tomorrow.”
Blaine lets out an easy laugh, and texts back Tina. There’s another ping. “Tina is fine with that.” He’s about to set his phone back down when another notification comes through. “Oh, and she sent us a notice. We made a best dressed list.”
Kurt whips the phone out of Blaine’s hand. “Hell yeah, we did.” He scrolls through the article. He’s a bit too tired to read what they’re saying, but there’s a photo of them on the red carpet, doing the interview, looking very classy and best dressed indeed. He starts to scroll through, looking at the other celebrities.
“Ooooh, it’s April Rhodes. See, I told you what she was wearing is to die for. You could totally--”
“No,” Blaine says firmly, knowing exactly what Kurt’s thinking.
“Yes,” Kurt whines a little. “What if I promise to give you a blowjob underneath it…”
“Tempting, but still a hard no, Kurt.”
There’s another ping from the phone. Kurt gets irrationally annoyed by it. “What does Tina want now? If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to make her watch our sex tape.”
Blaine gives him a look. There isn’t a sex tape (yet) but he’d still punish Tina with it if there was. Blaine takes his phone back. “You know, she’d probably enjoy that.”
Kurt grumbles. “True.”
“No, hey, it’s Rachel,” Blaine sits up a little. “Oh no. There’s some buzz online. Some people saw us getting into the car together.”
“Well, that’s annoying.” Kurt takes the phone again and reads through the website Rachel sent. It’s nothing more than speculation and gossip, but the invasion of it feels more personal than it should. He isn’t about to let it ruin his good evening. “You know what? I have an idea. We control our own narrative.” He opens the camera app. “Okay, kiss me.”
Blaine looks at him in shock. “What?”
“Kiss me. Anywhere. We’re taking a photo.”
Blaine’s eyes open wide. He understands exactly what Kurt’s doing. It’s insane. It’s crazy. It’s a bit ridiculous. And he thinks in that moment, Blaine loves him just a little bit more. Blaine scooches closer, and kisses Kurt’s cheek. Kurt makes a cute face and snaps the photo.
It’s not really the best photo they’ve ever taken, but it’s cute. It’s candid. It’s very them.
“Are you okay if I do this?” Kurt asks.
He probably should be more sober before doing this. But he knows he won’t regret it in the morning. Blaine, a very sober Blaine, gives him a nod. Kurt feels a swell of pride as he opens up Blaine’s Instagram app. He uploads the photo and adds a simple caption : still won tonight.
He looks at Blaine and takes a deep breath before he hits upload. A shiver runs through him. He can’t believe he just did that. But my god did it feel good.
“You are amazing, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine says. He comes in close, giving Kurt a real kiss this time. “You always continue to surprise me.”
“Well, I just have to show you that you aren’t the only impulsive one in this relationship,” Kurt says, throwing the phone to the end of the bed. He turns completely, giving Blaine a harder kiss. God, does he love this man. He will always love this man, no matter what happens.
“The internet is going to roar tonight,” Blaine says. He caresses Kurt’s cheek, cups his chin and draws in for another kiss. “You know that, right?”
Kurt looks deeply into Blaine’s eyes, and sees forever. They are a team. They’re in this together. And no matter what tough road lies before them, at the end of the day, they’ve got each other. Kurt pulls Blaine close, and lovingly looks at the man who takes his breath away.
“Let them.”