Kurt and Blaine Wake Up Married

Chapter 21

They spend the next day mostly in bed. Blaine rediscovers Kurt's body: everything seems more intense now with the unspoken, but always thought 'I love you' in his mind. He lets himself be rediscovered also, and then, there's pain along with the joy, because this might not last, probably won't last. He embraces it during and firmly pushes it away after, for this week, they are pretending. A pretend week in their pretend marriage, though for Blaine at least, the marriage hasn't been pretend in a long time.

They spend a ridiculous amount of time just kissing. Blaine feels like he could live alone on Kurt's tongue in his mouth, being held, feeling safe and loved...but that thought bears sadness, threatens to destroy the illusion they're working so hard to keep up. One week where everything is like it should be, where there's nothing to worry about except the upcoming concerts (and when Blaine stops to think long enough, he feels like that is enough—he hasn't forgotten his stage fright).

They don't reach five times in a single night, but they manage five times in a night and a day. Blaine is tired and sore and happy and sad; still, he'd stay this way forever if he could. There isn't anything they have to do. The concert is far enough away they don't have to rehearse just yet, though they should. But they spend a little time in bed talking song ideas and trying out harmonies, and that totally counts. (Although, to be honest, they're mostly messing around. The songs they suggest are completely absurd, and they sing The Lumberjack Song, lying in bed and almost peeing themselves laughing.)

They finally rise in the evening, if only to move on the couch. But Kurt draws the line at pizza in bed, and someone has to open the door for the delivery boy, anyway. They talk while they eat, about the concerts and the foundation and how the kids are doing at Grease. They don't have the conversation Blaine simultaneously longs for and dreads, because they are pretending. It would be awkward, he has to concede, if they were to talk about their feelings now and come to the conclusion they don't have a future together, after having sex for two days straight and being in the process of planning concerts together.

He's happy to be pretending. He really is. He's just not very good at it, at the moment, in his own head at least.

But he's here with Kurt, and he's going to go to sleep in Kurt's arms tonight and every night this week if everything goes well, and who knows? Maybe he'll have an epiphany about how to make this work.

The next morning, they take a cab to Kurt's practice room, where a taciturn piano player named Brad waits to rehearse their songs with them. He'll have to wait a little longer though, as they haven't managed to agree on songs to sing on the way here. And the songs they brainstormed in bed were mostly...well, songs they brainstormed in bed, silly songs, or songs that are way too explicit, suggestions that made them laugh but are hardly songs they could really sing.

"What can we sing?" Blaine asks. "Broadway, or...?"

Kurt shakes his head. "We can sing mostly anything. Just not The Internet is for Porn. Family-friendly, sort of, but we can get as gay as we like."

"I'm already as gay as I like."

Kurt laughs, shaking his head. "No, I mean the songs. I sang I Know Him so Well with Elliott -"

Blaine clears his throat. "Yes, I—I saw that." He looks away.

"Blaine, are you jealous?"

Blaine is about to deny that, then decides to be honest. Sort of.

"I can't talk about that now."

"Why not?"

"Because it wouldn't be pretending."

They end up practicing a couple of songs, Daydream Believer, Just Can't Get Enough, You Make Me Feel So Young. In a moment of thoughtlessness, Blaine suggests Come What May, which Kurt declines vehemently. Blaine doesn't ask why. He has a feeling it would go into Not Pretending Anymore for Kurt. With perhaps equal thoughtlessness, Kurt suggests Got To Get You Into My Life. And Blaine agrees. Because he is stupidly, desperately hoping.