#this reminds me of the story about the puppy who swallowed a kitchen knife | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lilyvandersteen · 6 years

Text

Puppy Eyes Chapter 14

Okay, so, most of you already guessed, but just in case you didn’t: this chapter (Blaine’s POV) is angsty. And the next chapter (Kurt’s POV) will be, too. Nothing that can’t be resolved, and I promise you a happy ending, cross my heart. Hang in there, please! They will sort things out in the end!

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

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

The other parts can be found here: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13

Chapter 14: Left It Too Late

Ever since Kurt had moved in with Blaine, it was as if that had unlocked in Blaine a hunger for Kurt. A craving to touch him, to be near him at all times, and to look at him.

At first, it was pretty innocent – admiring Kurt’s eyes, his nose, his perfect posture, the swoop of his hair. But gradually, Blaine let his eyes stray to Kurt’s biceps, to his collar bone, to the strip of skin that showed when his T-shirt rode up, to his hip bones peeking out from those low-slung yoga pants he wore to sleep, and even to his ass.

Blaine felt horrible about objectifying Kurt that way, and forced his eyes down as soon as he noticed them linger.

He couldn’t help it, though. As soon as Kurt was around, Blaine gravitated towards him, and especially in the classroom, Blaine had to remind himself that he had other students and could not keep his eyes glued on Kurt.

It wasn’t until after Trent and Ashton’s wedding, though, that the situation became worrying. As in, Blaine started dreaming about Kurt.

Every dream started out the same. They were in the garden of the wedding venue, dancing. And then suddenly, they were kissing. Not soft and sweet, but deep kisses from the onset. As if they both felt a thirst only the taste of each other could quench. And then hands started roving to undiscovered places, and Blaine felt stirrings he’d never experienced before. Usually, the dream ended with Blaine jolting awake to find that he’d come in his boxers, or that he was rock hard and grinding against Kurt. Thank heavens that Kurt slept like the dead, and remained unaware of Blaine’s perving on him.

Blaine was horrified at the tricks his subconscious played on him, and felt guilty for using Kurt to get off, though he really couldn’t help what he dreamt.

After a few weeks, though, he decided to talk it over with his best friend. He met up with Trent during their lunch break, and then fidgeted all through lunch, determined to discuss the dreams, but not knowing how to broach the subject.

Trent put his fork down after his last bite of dessert and said, “Okay, now, spit it out! What’s got you so antsy?”

Blaine wrung his hands. “Please don’t… Please don’t judge me, okay? I can’t help it, I swear I can’t help it.”

Trent quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. “No judgment. Promise. Go on.”

Blaine swallowed with difficulty. “And you have to promise not to breathe a word about this to Kurt. He can’t know. Please.”

“I promise,” said Trent. “Not a word. Now tell me.”

Blaine started fiddling with his paper napkin. “Right. Well. Uhm… I’m having these… dreams.”

He stopped there, and after a minute, Trent prompted, “Dreams, you say. About Kurt?”

“About me and Kurt,” Blaine clarified. “Kissing, and… Doing stuff.”

Trent hummed in understanding. “Sex dreams.”

Blaine dropped his eyes to the table, not daring to look at Trent. “Yes.”

“And?”

That got Blaine to look up. “And it’s terrible, and I feel so ashamed! I shouldn’t be having that kind of thoughts about Kurt, not even subconsciously!”

Trent frowned. “Why not?”

“Because it’s breaching his trust! He lets me sleep in his bed, and he trusts me not to… molest him in his sleep, and then I go and… grind on him while I’m sleeping. If he knew, he’d…”

“He’d be over the moon!” Trent said. “Seriously, he’d be glad that you’re attracted to him, even if it’s just while you’re asleep for the moment. This is a GOOD thing, believe me. If the two of you ever start dating for real, you’re SUPPOSED to feel attracted to him. To want to kiss him and touch him and have sex with him.”

Blaine digested that information for a moment. “It still feels wrong.”

“Because you haven’t talked to Kurt about this, yes. You should tell him, not me. You should kiss him and see what happens.”

Blaine bit his lip and said nothing.

“What on earth are you waiting for?” Trent asked.

“I need to be sure this is more than just… me wanting to jump his bones,” Blaine admitted. “I don’t want to jump into a relationship to find out later that it was only lust, not love.”

Trent groaned. “Seriously? Blaine, I love you, man, but you’re being ridiculous. ‘Jump into a relationship’? You guys have been living together for over a year! And anyone can see that you love him, except you, apparently. But if you really need more time to figure it out for yourself, fine. Just don’t take so long that you end up losing Kurt.”

“Noted.”

K&B

Another Thanksgiving came, and this time around, Pam was in Ohio, so the Hudmels invited both Blaine and his mom to celebrate together.

Blaine felt right at home with the Hudmels, as he had the previous year, and he and Kurt teamed up again to cook up a storm in their kitchen. A few minutes in, though, Kurt had a mishap cutting the pumpkin for one of the pies. His knife slipped and cut deep into his thumb.

Blaine was with him in a flash, winding a clean kitchen towel around the cut and alerting Carole so that they could take Kurt to the hospital for stitches. Kurt couldn’t put his coat or shoes on with his hand thickly swaddled, of course, so Blaine helped him. Once they were in Carole’s car, he helped Kurt put his seat belt on, and held his uninjured hand all the way to the hospital and in the emergency room, where they patched him up.

“Thank heavens it’s my left hand,” Kurt sighed. “It’s still annoying, though.”

Blaine did the rest of the cooking and baking with Carole, while Kurt looked on and made suggestions and sang and chatted with them.

Pam and Burt and Carole got along well. A little too well for Kurt’s taste, it seemed, as he grew ever antsier the more their parents hinted at Kurt and Blaine being a lovely couple, and swapped anecdotes about their childhood.

Back to New York, Blaine took over Kurt’s household chores until his hand would be better. At least, that was the intent, but a week later, he had another dog spell, and then, of course, Kurt had to manage as well as he could one-handed.

When Blaine turned human again, Paula told him she’d invited her friend from R/GA again to talk about working as a graphic designer. Blaine didn’t attend the presentation this time, but as he’d be using that classroom right after Paula, he arrived when Mr Smythe was just wrapping up his explanation. And again, the guy made a beeline for Blaine after his presentation. It seemed like Paula had been right after all. Mr Smythe was interested in Blaine, and was beyond obvious this time about wanting to bed him. His touches and words made Blaine feel very uncomfortable. Who tells a stranger they have a biteable ass after meeting them two times?

Blaine did his utmost to steer the conversation back to normal subjects, and was relieved when Mr Smythe started talking about his company’s Christmas party. Apparently, they’d booked Justin Timberlake to sing at the party, and they were expecting Steven Spielberg, Bill Gates and Warren Buffett to attend. Now that was interesting, and when Mr Smythe invited both Paula and Blaine to the party, they didn’t have to think twice about it.

It got even better when Kurt announced over dinner that he’d been invited too.

Blaine cocked his head to the side, puzzled, and then remembered Kurt’s paid internship at R/GA. Right, of course! Well, if Kurt was going, that made it so much better still. They could gawk at the celebrities together, and enjoy the music, and maybe dance…

The day of the party, Blaine helped Kurt with the boots he’d chosen to wear with his outfit, swallowing when he noticed how snugly they hugged Kurt’s calves, and how tight the pants were that Kurt wore with them. Not leaving much to the imagination.

Get a grip, he told himself, and stop perving.

Kurt seemed to appreciate Blaine’s outfit too, and grinned happily when Blaine took his hand outside and threaded his fingers through Kurt’s “to keep them warm”.

The party venue was already packed when they arrived, and Kurt tugged Blaine to the R/GA designers he worked with. They were in the middle of a discussion about the latest campaign for Nike when Blaine heard Paula and Mr Smythe, and he saw them come nearer. Quickly, he hid behind one of the designers.

“Oh, there’s Kurt!” Paula shouted. “I’m gonna have a chat with him, Seb, you can go schmooze with the important people.”

“Any friend of yours is an important person to me,” Mr Smythe simpered, and followed Paula.

Blaine caught Kurt’s eye and mouthed, “I need the restroom”. He slinked away before Mr Smythe could notice him, stayed in the restroom a good long while and then, when he saw Mr Smythe was still talking to Kurt’s group, he hid in a shadowy corner and waited for the guy to move on.

Clearly, inappropriate touching was a habit of Mr Smythe’s. He slung his arm over the shoulder of a colleague, and never batted an eye when she made a face and removed his arm. And then he turned to Kurt, said something that made everyone laugh and slapped Kurt’s ass.

Blaine’s blood boiled, and he stalked in their direction, but Kurt didn’t need anyone to save him. Quick as a flash, he slapped the guy’s hand and snapped, “Keep your hands to yourself, you lech!”

Mr Smythe clearly wasn’t used to that reaction, and gaped at Kurt for a moment before laughing weakly and moving on to the next group of people.

Blaine stole back to his place next to Kurt and slid his hand in Kurt’s.

“I saw a karaoke machine near the stage,” he whispered. “Maybe we can sing a duet later?”

Kurt beamed and nodded.

The concert by Justin Timberlake was amazing, and Blaine spent most of it jumping up and down and singing along and whooping and clapping. It made Kurt giggle. His dancing and cheering was a lot less energetic, though he seemed to enjoy the concert.

When Kurt’s arms snaked around his waist, Blaine leaned into the embrace with a happy sigh and a wriggle. Being hugged from behind felt wonderful. Blaine couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so safe and loved.

They moved together to the music. It was a bit weird to feel Kurt’s dick harden against his ass and poke him, but Blaine decided that after all the times he’d been grinding against Kurt in his sleep, he certainly shouldn’t judge.

When the concert ended, Blaine clapped longer than anyone else, grinning ear to ear.

A woman announced that it was now time for karaoke, and you could sign up at the table next to the machine.

Blaine, happy and secure in Kurt’s embrace, decided to wait for a bit. They could sing together later.

He jolted, though, when he recognised the voice of the first performer.

“Uhm, so, I tend to sing to… get something off my chest. To deal with my emotions. So… This song… It wasn’t in the catalogue, so I’m going to sing it a cappella. It’s called D’amour ou d’amitié, by Céline Dion.”

Kurt! That was Kurt! Then who was plastered against him?

The guy behind him murmured, “Céline Dion, could that twink be any more of a cliché? Want to get out of here, killer? I can’t wait to pound into that ass of yours!”

Blaine, shocked, turned around, and yes, that was Mr Smythe who’d draped himself all over Blaine and had been grinding against him.

Blaine felt sick to his stomach, and pushed the guy away. “Get off me!”

Mr Smythe stumbled, and he looked surprised. “What? You were all for it a moment ago!”

Just then, Kurt started to sing, and Blaine snapped, “Shut up and leave me alone!”

Without even waiting for Mr Smythe’s reaction, Blaine turned to the stage to look at Kurt and listen to him.

His beautiful voice soared through the room, and Blaine was… entranced.

And then he started to pay attention to the lyrics, and that was a punch to the throat. It was about someone who was in love with a guy who kept stringing them along because he couldn’t decide if he wanted love or just friendship.

Blaine thought of what he’d promised himself, and what he’d told Trent – that he had to be sure. It had seemed reasonable to Blaine, but now he wondered if he’d postponed being with Kurt for real just because he was scared. Scared to give his all to the relationship and still see Kurt walk away after a while. And that was unfair to Kurt, wasn’t it? Kurt had travelled across the world and faced a dangerous warlock to try and break Blaine’s spell. Clearly, there was nothing flighty about his affection.

If Blaine could picture them growing old together, if everything they shared together felt so right, if he felt sexually attracted to Kurt while he’d never felt like that with anyone else before, all that had to mean something, didn’t it?

It looked like love had crept up on Blaine without him even noticing. Now that he’d realised his feelings, though, he couldn’t wait to tell Kurt about them, and he beamed at his love, shining so brightly there up on stage.

His heart squeezed painfully in his chest when he saw that Kurt was crying. Crying because of Blaine’s indecisiveness. Well, there would be no more of that. Blaine was sure now, and he’d tell Kurt so straightaway.

Kurt ended the song with a long high trill, and got a generous hand of applause.

Blaine tried to catch his eyes, but Kurt looked down and hurried off the stage and out of the ballroom.

Blaine chased after him, determined to say his piece before he lost his nerve.

“Kurt! Kurt, wait! Wait up!”

Kurt turned around, his expression icy. “Oh, look who’s remembered I exist! The slut ditched you already, did he? Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“I… What?”

“I said Sebastian’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”

“Uhm…”

“But if he’s your type, I’m sure all you need to do is go to a gay bar and shake your ass like you’ve been doing all night. I’m sure there’ll be tons of guys who’ll want to sleep with you.”

Blaine’s confusion only grew. What on earth was Kurt talking about?

Kurt looked daggers at Blaine, and then turned around and walked away.

Blaine ran to catch up with him. “Kurt, please!”

“What?” Kurt snapped.

“I love you!” Blaine panted. “You’re the only one… I ever want to be with.”

Kurt scoffed. “You’ve got a strange way of showing it.”

“I know… I kept you waiting… but please… give me a chance!”

Kurt kept walking. “I gave you dozens of chances, and you never took them. What’s different now? You’re suddenly ready to kiss me and live happily ever after?”

Hope bloomed in Blaine’s chest. “Yes!”

Kurt stopped and glared at Blaine again. “No, thank you.”

Blaine’s stomach plummeted. “What? Why not?”

“Because I have never felt less like kissing you, and either you can’t tell or you just don’t care,” Kurt shouted. “I saw you, Blaine! Grinding against Sebastian, with a smile on your face, while I was standing right next to you! Am I supposed to be okay with that? Be your official plus one while you’re always on the lookout for someone else to fuck? NO. WAY. I deserve better than that. I’m not going to throw myself away on someone who doesn’t respect me enough not to screw around. Because I matter. If I’m not enough for you, you can look elsewhere, and turn into a dog forever a year from now, for all I care.”

Right on cue, Blaine’s skin shrunk and his jaw widened, until a moment later, he was in his dog form again, his clothes a crumpled heap around him.

Blaine whined, frustrated beyond belief.

Why? Why now? He had to tell Kurt he was mistaken. That Blaine had thought it was Kurt he was getting cosy with. That Blaine had never wanted anything to do with that sleaze ball. That he only wanted Kurt, now and forever.

Kurt’s mouth trembled and twitched, and he shook his head. “I can’t deal with this right now. I can’t.”

“Let me,” a voice behind Blaine offered.

Paula! Oh, he’d have a bone to pick with her as soon as he was human again. Why did she ever encourage that idiot friend of hers to hit on Blaine? And why did that guy think it was acceptable to feel up complete strangers whenever the mood struck him? And why hadn’t Blaine noticed earlier that it wasn’t Kurt at all who was holding him? That something felt off?

Kurt jumped a foot in the air when Paula spoke, but when she reiterated, “Let me look after Blaine this week”, he nodded slowly, and took Blaine’s collar and leash out of his inside pocket to hand them to Paula. Then he turned around and walked away.

No! No, Kurt, don’t leave me!

Blaine threw his head back and howled.

Kurt stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder.

Blaine made his eyes plead with all the words he couldn’t say. Please come back. Please! I love you…

Kurt let out a dry sob, clapped a hand over his mouth and dissolved into tears, shaking his head, turning around again and running away as if he had hell hounds on his heels.

Blaine crumpled into a ball of mute misery, and it took Paula a good half hour to persuade him to come home with her.

He didn’t want to move ever again. He didn’t want to be anywhere but with Kurt. How had an evening that started out so well turned into this? Had he left it too late? Had he lost Kurt forever?

#puppy eyes #chapter 14 #my fic #klaine fanfiction #things are getting angsty

36 notes · View notes