summary: Richie’s kissed all of the Losers at one point in time. Whether it be for a dare or figuring out his sexuality or because he’s dating one of them. Although, the Losers think Richie hasn’t kissed Eddie - it makes sense. They’re in a secret relationship. But, of course, Richie forgets that small detail. warnings: boys kissing, swearing. pairings: reddie (richie/eddie) with a side of stenbrough (stan/bill), bichie (bill/richie) & platonic beverie (richie/beverly). a/n: Honestly, I hope you guys like this bc idk what I’m doing tbh. I’m basically winging this. Also I’ve never done a boyxboy fic so bare with me, pals. Oh & sorry if any of them are out of character, I’m need to get used to writing their personalities. (also please give this some attention if you like it).
Richie Tozier liked boys and girls.
He figured that out when he had to kiss Stan Uris in a game of spin the bottle at a party during their freshman year in high school. Of course, he was very much confused afterwards and went up to Beverly Marsh the weekend she decided to visit Derry, Maine. After smoking a cigarette or two with the redhead, he asked to kiss her. Although, Beverly wanted a reason why. She pushed and prodded at Richie until she got the answer.
He was just confused, simple as that. She agreed right then and there, and proudly kissed Richie. But somehow that made him even more confused, because what the fuck, I like both? Beverly came out to Richie then to make him feel better. She liked both, too. Over the years they started talking about cute boys and girls together whenever they could.
A year later during their sophomore year, Richie was a proud bisexual but only out to a few people: Stan, Beverly, and somehow Mike Hanlon figured it out. Richie exactly wasn’t sure how, but he did. During their fall break, the Losers were playing a game of truth or dare at the Quarry. Bev had once again visited Derry, Maine, and they were all extremely happy. It wasn’t the same without their redheaded girl.
The game was fun - it was there when Richie was dared to kiss Ben. He simply laughed and walked up to the boy. He grabbed Ben’s face and planted one right on his lips before walking away. The Losers who didn’t know of Richie’s sexuality didn’t really think anything of it. It was Richie, why would they?
A year down the road, in their junior year, the trashmouth ended up getting drunk at a party with Bill Denbrough and they made out in a closet until Ben found them. Ben just stared at them for a moment before walking away; though, Ben questioned them both the next day when they were all hungover, but sober. Neither boy talked about it much, surprisingly. They had tried dating but eventually figured out they worked better as best friends than anything. (Kind of because Richie liked someone else who was shorter than him, feisty, and a hypochondriac; and Bill liked a curly headed Jewish boy).
The day when Richie kissed Mike was a completely blank of mind and mostly an accident. It was out excitement. Mike had gotten Richie a vinyl of his favorite band at the moment for his birthday, and Richie got so happy that he just smashed his lips on Mike’s before continuing his excited shouting. Mike wasn’t grossed out, though. He didn’t mind it; he had to reassure Richie that a couple days later when the glasses wearing boy realized what had happened.
Now, onto Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie Tozier first kissed the smaller boy not too soon after he and Bill tried to do the dating thing. Richie had gotten so fed up with pining after Eddie that on Valentine’s Day, he kissed him in an empty hallway, blurted that he had feelings for him, and walked off. But, then, Eddie ran to him and pulled the taller boy down by the collar of his shirt. Eddie quickly kissed Richie, again, and stated that he liked him back.
That was a full year ago. Maybe a few days added. Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have been dating an entire year, completely unknown to the other five Losers. Well, mostly. Bev had her suspicions and Bill caught on pretty quickly. The others just chimed it up to be Richie and Eddie hanging out or being the weirdos they are every once in a while.
That is, until Ben brought up Richie having kissed everyone. They were stuck inside Bill’s living room because of the pouring rain outside. An abandoned game of Go Fish sat on the coffee table and another forgotten game of Monopoly sat near the TV. Bill was sat beside Stan on the two seated couch; Bev sat on the arm of the recliner where Ben sat; Mike was sprawled out on the couch while Richie was by the wall; Eddie had disappeared to grab a snack from the kitchen.
“So, Richie, you’ve kissed almost all of us. Why haven’t you kissed Eddie yet?” He asked, genuinely curious. Bill rolled his eyes, obviously knowing the truth, and Bev covered her growing smile and laughter.
Richie scoffed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Well, fuck, Benny Boy, why the hell wouldn’t I kiss Eds? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything,” he sarcastically retaliated. But he quickly realized his mistake and his half closed eyes widened behind the glasses, which caused his eyes to look even bigger.
“You and Eddie are dating?” Ben asked.
Eddie, who was walking in from the kitchen, dropped the family sized Doritos bag and stared equally wide-eyed at their group of friends. They were all staring back. Except Bev, she was trying not to laugh. And Bill, he was grabbing a couple of dollars from Stan, who was actually glaring at them.
“Richie!” Eddie yelled, voice high pitched as he turned to look at his now not so secret boyfriend.
Richie laughed, albeit nervously, and slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Obviously I’m joking, I haven’t kissed Eds ever! We’re not dating, why the fuck would-?”
“Cut it, Richie, you can’t fool us anymore,” Mike interrupted with a sly grin.
Eddie groaned and Richie rolled his eyes. Though, no one hated on them like Eddie thought would happen. It was why they kept it a secret. Richie didn’t want to push him into coming out and so he went along with keeping the relationship on the down low. At seeing none of them with disgusted expressions, Richie just grinned at Eddie. Eddie flipped his boyfriend off as he picked up the bag of chips.
“For outing us, I’m not kissing you for a whole day.”
Everyone laugh at Richie’s response. Eddie smirked and sat down by Mike’s feet on the couch. Richie grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms again as he leaned against the wall.
“Oh, cheer up, Richie,” Beverly laughed, “An entire day won’t be that bad.”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off, Marsh.”
a/n: okAY I hope you guys liked this, I thought of it half asleep this morning & decided “fuck it, I’m writing this” so here ya go, pals!! sorry for any spelling mistakes btw, I’ll fix it up later.
“Oh, no. He should be fine. He had too much to drink so he’s definitely going to feel that in the morning.” You reached down to slip your heels off before tossing them to the side and making your way to the kitchen. “I just tucked him in! He’s out like a light. Literally fell asleep while I was undressing him. I forgot how much of a challenge it was peeling those damn jeans off of him. By the way, thanks for inviting us out tonight, Niall! I had a great time.” You hummed, sandwiching your phone in between your ear and your shoulder as you grabbed a glass from the cabinets.
“No problem, love. By t’e way, are you two coming to lunch tomorrow?”
“I’ll have to see how Harry is in the morning.” You sighed, pouring some water into a glass before moving to rummage through the drawers for the bottle of painkillers. “You know how he gets when he’s hungover.”
“Boy, do I. He’s usually so happy all t’e time it’s weird to see him cranky!”
“You already knew that I was off dancing with Y/F/N! I fully expected you to be taking care of him but I guess that was a mistake because clearly, no one took responsibility.” You joked, letting out a sound of accomplishment when you found the bottle, the pills rattling slightly.
“I was watching him! Next thing I know, he’s ordering a round of shots for everyone and then downing all of them for himself.”
“It’s because he can’t resist those passion fruit drinks. I’m pretty sure those are the strongest in alcohol, too.” You snorted, opening a pack of animal biscuits and popping one into your mouth. “I have an idea. Next time we can all take shifts to watch him, and that way he won’t-”
“Y/N!” You jumped when the kitchen door swung open, Harry stumbling in with a dopey smile. He leaned against the frame of the door, looking at you expectantly.
“You’re supposed to be asleep, Har- Niall, I’ll call you tomorrow morning, yeah? Mhm, goodnight.” You set your phone down on the counter before pointing towards the door. “Harry, get back into bed.”
“Harry.” You said sternly, shaking your head. “You get into bed, now.” You pointed towards the door, fully expecting him to comply. But this was drunk Harry. A drunk, playful, in the mood Harry.
“Y/N.” Harry mocked, wiggling his brows at you. “You get into my bed, now.” He giggled, pointing at you and then pointing at the door.
“We share a bed, you dolt.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes before making your way over to Harry, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him towards the staircase.
“Ooh, I like where this is goin’.”
“This isn’t going anywhere.”
“Yeah, it is. You know it is.”
“I’m just getting your ass back into bed.” You stated as a matter of factly, not the least bit surprised when his hand slid down your back to squeeze your bum.
“Or is it me getting your ass into my bed?”
A drunk, in the mood Harry wasn’t just entertaining - he was equally as irritating.
• he can’t make out whether his head hurts because of all the vodka he chugged straight out of the bottle yesterday, or because of this half-naked ginger guy in a satin robe singing what seems like a karpe diem song
• he finally opens both of his eyes and WOW HVA FAEN where is he and why is sana’s friend noora staring him right in the eye?
• “what time is it? did i… spend the night?”
• “ahh, good morning, mysterious friend of noora’s! a cup of coffee? tea?”
“umm… no, thanks, a glass of water will do” though it feels like even a gallon wouldn’t make any difference
• eskild seems extra pleased with himself, sits down cross-legged next to noora and now elias feels four eyes staring at him
• noora is too polite to ask when is he leaving, and she pretends to not have 25 missed calls from sana and twice as many angry texts from her
• linn is peeking out of her bedroom door every 20 minutes to check whether her couch is available, letting out a loud sigh and disappearing again
• elias’ head is buzzing and what has to be water sliding down his throat isn’t helping a tiniest bit, this cup is like a droplet of water in a desert
• after finishing the cup, he shyly places it on the coffee table in hopes that his face says it all and eskild will pour some more
• noora works up the courage to ask: “hey, elias… so when are you planning on going home? I think it’s getting hard for sana to cover for you”
• “OH SHIT!! sana saw me yesterday, didn’t she?” elias thinks. that’s it, he’s fucked, he will never live this down, how can he look into his sister’s eyes after what he’s done?
• it feels like a long time until elias finally answers. by that point noora feels uncomfortable and wishes she’d never asked
• “yeah, I should probably get going. can you show me where the tram stop is?”
• he doesn’t know anyone else’s names apart from noora’s so, while trying to get the duvet off himself (who cared enough to bring it to him anyway? it’s not like he would’ve noticed its absence), elias shouts: “thanks everyone, you’re all the best!! I hope to see you soon when I’m not blackout drunk falling onto your couch. I’m sorry about that!”
• eskild shoves noora away from the door, suddenly all dressed and ready to walk elias to the tram stop (not that noora would mind staying home, it’s 9:30 am and she’s barely had any sleep)
• eskild is a dad friend and, even though he’ll never admit it, he misses being a cool parent to isak - that’s why he takes the first opportunity to be a caretaker, even if that means exiting the apartment early in the morning to walk a hungover boy to the tram stop that’s really just on the other side of the road
Rating: PG-13, cursing, angst (so much of it yikes)
Summary: YN are a perfect match, but this means that they’re destined to burn out. (Inspired by Lorde’s iconic, wonderful Melodrama album! Do yourself a favor and listen to it 😌 all of the quotes from her songs should be in bold so let’s hope that works)! Enjoy!!
“We order different drinks at the same bar.”
YN had been glancing over at that boy all night, she knew she had to stop sooner or later, but he was hot. Really, really hot- so she would stop staring later rather than sooner. They had seen each other at what everyone called ‘the bar’ which was basically a counter where a lot of beer and fireball was stored. It was self serve, and had zero fancy drink umbrellas.
Calum had “ordered” a beer from a “bartender” a drunk frat boy who had tried to open the beer with his foot because “every bartender has that rad trick- y'know?” YN had grabbed a bottle of fireball and opened it, pouring some into a cup (no tricks needed) and walked away, glancing back at the tall, dark and handsome boy.
The only reason YN was so comfortable watching this boy was because he was staring back at her, biting his lip and winking every once in a while. YN knew wherever this was going, it would not end favorably but that train of thought was derailed as soon as he’d look over at her again, two red solo cups in his hand. YN wondered if maybe he was bringing a cup over to her, but the thought was shut down as soon as Calum was dared by a large circle of friends, most likely fraternity brothers, to drink both at the same time. Calum, without hesitation, began to chug.
YN wondered why she felt slightly disappointed, what was she expecting? He was a frat boy, doing what frat boys were famous for. His head was covered with a black snapback facing backwards, the bill of the hat pushing against the back of his neck as his head tilted back to drink.
After another hour, YN was getting a bit tired of dancing in her heels and started looking around for a room to put them in where she wouldn’t have to worry about them being stolen by other party-goers. She unstrapped the shoes from her feet, sighing in relief as she walked more comfortably across the room towards the stairs leading up to where she assumed the fraternity boys slept. After accidentally walking in on a couple clumsily making out in a bedroom, YN decided to knock before entering any more rooms. Most of the frat houses on campus were built the same so she had relatively little trouble finding her way around. Finally she found another bedroom further down the hall, after knocking she determined it was empty and gently pushed the door open to reveal a room with two beds, one side decorated with band posters layered on the wall, the other side more plain, with a computer set up on a desk pushed against the wall near the closet, clothes thrown cavalierly over the chair that sat in front of the desk.
She dropped her shoes next to the door and closed it again after walking out, looking up just in time not to run into the boy she’d been staring at all night.
“What- what were you doing in, in there? That’s m’ room,” He was so unbelievably drunk. His words were slow and slurred and his eyes were hooded, eyebrows furrowed.
“Was just finding a spot for m’ shoes, m’ feet hurt.” YN felt that she was might be over explaining the situation but the alcohol in her veins, while much less than what was in this guy’s, was enough to keep her talking. He nodded, starting to walk through the door that you were still standing in front of, running directly into her. He backed up slowly, looking a little confused as to what had just happened before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, eyes and nose crinkling and shoulders moving in time to his laughing. YN shook her head, not believing how drunk this guy was. He laughed so hard he fell back on his ass and YN decided maybe he needed a bit of help getting to bed.
“Here, um, I don’t know your name. Let’s get you to bed now, yeah?”
Calum tilted his head up at her, laughter starting to die down. He looked at her solemnly, “m'names Calum- can call me Cal.” YN nodded, offering him a hand up. He took it, his big hand enveloping yours. If he wasn’t piss drunk YN imagined that those hands would be great for a hell of a lot of things. He leaned his head on YN’s shoulder as she opened the door, his arm weaved around her waist. She led him to the bed and helped him kick his shoes off, he peeled off his shirt, throwing it across the room and missing a pile of what YN assumed were dirty clothes by several meters, she tried not to laugh.
“What’re ya laughin’ at?” He pouted, hands grabbing onto her hips and pulling her between his legs. “Nothin’ Cal, lay down okay? You should go to bed.”
“I am in bed,” Calum giggled to himself, motioning to his sheets. She just nodded, smiled and began to pull a blanket over him and walk away when he gripped her hand in his again. “Where ’re ya goin’” she turned around. “Probably back home, night Cal-” her progress was halted as he pulled her closer to his bed yet again. “Are- are ya an angel?” Her brows furrowed a bit but a smile formed on her face. “No, Cal, I go to college here.”
It was her turn to giggle, beginning to walk away when Cal pulled her back again for what felt like the billionth time. His hand wasn’t tight enough to force YN to do anything, she stayed because she wanted to. He was a needy drunk.
“You seem like an angel- you’re pretty, and you’re nice and-” she smiled at him as he babbled on, you were about to tell him goodnight and leave but he spoke again. “Don’t ev'n know your name, angel, don’t leave yet.”
“YN, m'names YN.”
He smiled, bringing his head to touch the side of her face softly before bopping her gently on the nose with his pointer finger. Even his hands smelled like beer. “YN the angel,” he murmured to himself, she walked over to turn out the light and grab her shoes when Cal called out yet again. “Will ya stay, angel, please?” She told herself she’d only stay until he fell asleep.
“I love you,” he whispered like it was a secret, before releasing a hiccup, the sound made him laugh and YN rolled her eyes, laying down next to him on top of the covers, not intending to stay long. “No you don’t, Cal you don’t know me,” she laughed at Cal’s antics. “I know I’ll love you forever, angel” he whispered, slurring his words together even more than before. He didn’t seem to notice, continuing to speak.
“I’ll love you till my breathing stops”.
YN just stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back with your fingers. “Shh, go to sleep Cal,” he rolled over and so he could cuddle into her easier. His room was cold and YN made the mistake of pulling a blanket over the two of them and before she knew it, she was asleep.
“Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession” The next morning YN woke up to the sounds of hungover frat boys and rustling trash bags- Cal wasn’t in his room, YN was alone and hurriedly got out of bed, grabbing her shoes and making her way downstairs, not sure who she would encounter. She could feel her phone was still in her jeans pocket but her battery was dead. Shit, she needed it to navigate home or call a ride to bring her home. She lived off campus and didn’t feel like walking through the city today in last nights clothes.
“Aye, angel! Glad to see ya up 'n movin’!” Cal said as soon as he spotted her, he put down a large black trash bag, taking a break from cleaning up the post-party mess. YN smiled a bit, wishing Cal wouldn’t talk so loud because one, it made her headache worse and two, it attracted the attention of every frat boy in the room.
“Oi, you two lovebirds get lucky last night?” One with a black bro tank laughed, shooting YN a wink. She shook her head quickly, not wanting any rumors to start that she was one of Calum’s conquests when she was sure there were many before her to stay the night in his room.
“Why do ya look so embarrassed- I confessed my undying love for you last night, angel!” Cal was joking, a twinkle in his eye as he rubbed her forearm with an outstretched hand. “Like I said, you’re not in love with me, but thanks” she laughed and began to leave when she remembered the phone predicament.
“Uh, Cal, do you have a charger that’d work with my phone?” You held yours up to him, “Its dead and I need a ride home.”
Cal shook his head, “sorry mines different than yours, I can ask around if ya want?” He held up his phone, a completely different model than yours. YN began to respond when he spoke again, “or I could give ya a ride? We could get breakfast?” YN wondered if she was being asked on a date. Calum continued to speak. “You took care of me last- night none of these fuckers would’ve done that,” he joked, raising his voice so his friends could hear that last bit. He received a chorus of “hey!” And “fuck off.” He grinned.
YN couldn’t tell if this was a good or a bad idea, moving her fingers up and down so her shoes would bounce softly against her leg while she considered his proposal. “Sure,” she smiled.
She had no idea that accepting Calum’s offer would lead to the two of them becoming practically inseparable, Cal even started carrying a charger for her phone in his car. For a month, the two of them were in total bliss, completely obsessed with each other. Always flirting and stealing glances at the other until one night, the two of them sat on the bed in YN’s apartment watching reruns on T.V.. Cal looked at her and took a deep breath. “Hey, YN, I think I kinda have a crush in you.” She looked over, processing his words. “I think I kinda have a crush on you too, Cal.” Both of their friend groups were annoyed by the lack of separation between the two of them. They knew they were both happy because neither of them ever shut up about the other.
They went on dates for ice cream, getting ice cream on the sides of their mouths as an excuse to kiss, dates to the Forrest where they’d hike and just sit and watch the view. They went to concerts and libraries and were always holding hands. Hell, they went grocery shopping together. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
YN usually took things like this slow, carefully planning and considering her feelings. YN usually was calm, cool, coy and collected. Calum made her forget about all of that, they were moving through this relationship at the speed of light, as if every step of the way was only able to flash them a green light. This was exciting- it was a whirlwind and for the next month, YN and Calum felt bliss together like never before.
Of course their friends warned them about this- that it seemed like they might be moving too fast when Cal began to leave some of his things at YN’s house after less than two months.
They knew their friends were right but they never talked about it, they were too obsessed with each other.
“Let’s let things come out of the woodwork I’ll give you my best side tell you all my best lies”
Their relationship was fire, hot, beautiful- and unpredictable. Their first fight was just as passionate, things being thrown around as they screamed at each other about only God knows what.
Maybe it was Cal’s smoking that he knew YN hated, maybe it was that YN was scared at the number of girls Calum talked to all the time. Whatever it was that had pushed them over the edge, it left YN crying in her living room and Cal beating the steering wheel of his car with his hands in the parking lot below.
It only took a day for them to start talking again, as though nothing had happened. They were back on track moving as fast as ever. They tried to have faith in each other, but after only knowing each other for the short time they had, it was hard to form a basis for trust.
Calum never knew how to say what he was feeling, worrying he would say the wrong thing and ruin everything. This just left left YN wondering how he actually felt, and she began to assume the worst.
“Know you won’t remember in the morning when I speak my mind”
This was all fine and good until they got drunk. Cal was a needy drunk, but YN got angry, this combination never really went well and it was a mystery to everyone why they continued to get drunk together when they always ended up fighting.
They had been fighting for 30 minuets now, in Cal’s bedroom where a party was still going on beneath them. It had started with YN’s comments. The more she drank the more angry they got, and accusatory. “Who’s that text from? Probably some girl you’ve fucked before me- or maybe still are?”
Cal looked at her with furrowed brows. “What the hell are you talking about? Who would I be seeing when I spend literally all of my free time with you?” His voice got louder and YN matched his volume. “Oh I don’t know, but how would I when we never talk about shit?”
This went on for a while, long enough that the party ended and everyone in the house could hear the screaming match and they didn’t even notice, voices growing hoarse, tears streaming down both of their faces. They’d moved too fast and now they were paying the price.
“Some angel,” Cal scoffed, walking over to his bed before speaking again. “You’re a mean drunk, YN.” This only made YN cry more and he put his head in his hands. When he stood up, YN was still as angry as he was and couldn’t hide it, shoving Calum back with two hands on his chest. She went in for another hit when Calum grasped both of her wrists tighter than he should.
“Get. The hell. Out.” He said through clenched teeth, releasing her hands and going to bed, YN was shaken out of her rage enough to gently say his name now, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “I said get out!”
Calum full on screamed the words and it was enough for YN to hurriedly vacate the frat house, ignoring the concerned looks of Cal’s frat brothers, getting in her car, and speeding away.
“Let’s give it a minuet before we admit that we’re through.”
They didn’t talk for weeks. Both of them ignoring the others calls. Finally, YN came home to find Calum seated outside her apartment door, he wasn’t drunk but he’d definitely had a few drinks for courage before coming over, they were starting to wear off now that he’d seen YN.
“We need to talk.”
They sat across from each other at her kitchen table, the air tense but not hostile anymore.
“Maybe we should break up.”
“Well, do you love me?”
YN had no response. She knew that she didn’t, that Calum was exciting to her, but there was no future here.
Calum knew this too.
“What happened to us, Cal?”
Her eyes were hot and shining, she picked at her nails, not wanting to look at him yet. Calum just shrugged. “Were the loveless generation, YN- we just fuck with our lover’s heads, need me to spell it out for you? L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s.”
“You’re a mean drunk, Cal.”
“So are you, YN.”
“Why do we get drunk together?”
“It’s one of the things we do really well together, I guess.”
“All the love we had and lost,” YN muttered to herself. Trying to objectively review this relationship. It wasn’t good for either of them, not really. There was just too many 'cons’ and not enough 'pros’.
“Why don’t I want to say goodbye to you, Cal?”
They agreed to spend one more night together.
“Baby really hurt me”
They agreed to spend the night sober at Cal’s, a party was already in full swing when they got there. Calum and YN made a bee line straight to Cal’s room, crawling into bed. They just sat there for a while, nothing left to say to each other.
“I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, you know I don’t YN.” He was tugging on his hair with both hands tightly, overcompensating for his lack of control over the situation. “I know.” She replied with a sniffle.
“Maybe we just did this all too violently, in a word.” Anyone could’ve seen this coming: the last ditch effort never works, not in times like this.
“But my hips have missed your hips”
They decide to try and handshake goodbye which turned into a goodbye hug that turned into a goodbye kiss that turned into a goodbye make-out session that quickly spiraled into goodbye sex in Calum’s bed.
When YN wakes up alone in Cal’s bed, she knows it is for the last time. She’s back where she started. She leaves the house for the last time, driving away from the house. She pulls into the apartment parking lot. It’s only then that she notices an envelope on the passenger seat.
Shit, Cal had the spare keys to her car- and her house.
She hurriedly opened the envelope with shaky hands and found both sets of keys inside with a note.
Thank you for everything. Even all of the drama. All of it. This didn’t end the way we hoped it would, but I hope you don’t have any hard feelings, I understand if you do. Just know that I don’t and you know where to find me if you need anything.
Love you Angel,
Kurt and Burt adjusting to Blaine in season 2. 3145 words
It’s the thing people said about Blaine, or so it seemed to
Kurt. Right after “dapper” and before “gentlemanly,” they would say it—“He’s so
charming!” And Kurt had to admit he
was so in agreement with them; it was something he was proudest of about this
boy. He felt sometimes like walking around Lima with Blaine was like being
wrapped up in a cloud of that charm. Faces that used to be closed off to him,
eyebrows raised, now were softened and welcoming.
Just on one outing on a pretty spring afternoon, three
different shopkeepers had smiled and said, “Keep the change” to Blaine. I mean,
who did that? And the lady in the jewelry store actually found some Easter
wrapping paper to add a special touch to his present for his mama; when Blaine
went for his wallet to tip her, she had actually blushed as she stopped him
with a manicured hand to his forearm.
“That was weird,” Kurt said as they waited in line at the
“Hmmm?” Blaine questioned with his eyebrows as he bent over
the bag containing his purchases.
“Mrs. Sims in the jewelry store. I’d swear she was flirting
with you, but, I mean, she’s at LEAST 30.”
“Maybe she has spring fever, Kurt,” Blaine replied. “I know I certainly do. Or maybe it’s the
company. I think you should always wear just exactly that shade of blue. It
really brings out your eyes.”
Okay, so maybe those people had a point. He was charming and
dreamy, and Kurt’s insides were melting with pleasure AGAIN. He longed to grab
his boyfriend’s hand or steal a kiss. He settled with looking down and
blushing. “Watch it mister. Flattery will get you—”
“A ride home, I hope?” Blaine
asked, leaning close to whisper, “And some makeout time in the driveway?
Kitchen? My room?”
The one person in Kurt’s life who didn’t seem to be taken by
Blaine’s charm was Kurt’s dad. Kurt couldn’t blame him, actually. Finding a
boy—an obviously hungover boy—in your child’s bed sort of had a way of killing
any positive first impressions. Not that he DISLIKED him, really. But even
after Kurt danced through the door from Dalton, with the news that he had a
boyfriend, a delightful boyfriend, the best boyfriend, Burt still seemed to
hold Blaine at arm’s length.