Relocating the Heart

by

Angelise

"I’m finished pee’ing."

Blaine chuckled before gently removing the hand that still held his dick. "Thanks for the assistance," he said to the boy standing behind him. "It was much appreciated." Shaking himself dry, he tucked everything back in his shorts and zipped up.

"How’s ‘bout a kiss before we go back?" Blaine asked his boyfriend and frowned when his question was surprisingly met with silence. Trent never, ever, turned down the opportunity to suck face. "Uh, Trent? You did hear me, right?"

Arms that had been looped around his waist shifted to his chest and proceeded to squeeze the air out of his lungs. Blaine grunted. Sharing a hug wasn’t a bad idea but doing so in a bathroom stall seemed to suck all the romance out of the loving embrace.

"Trent, you gotta let me go."

"No," came the muffled reply from somewhere behind his left ear.

Blaine grinned when sharp teeth took possession of his earlobe. "Trent, come on. I gotta breathe, if nothing else."

The arms around his chest remained fixed tightly in place. After about 15 seconds or so they loosened but only enough to allow Blaine the room to breathe. Shaking his head, he thought seriously of freeing himself. Not only were they in a public, albeit dormitory, bathroom, but his dad and uncle were right outside, waiting on them to help unload his stuff.

Blaine rubbed his cheek against the soft strands of hair caressing the side of his face. Yeah, he really should get his butt in gear, he admonished himself. And yet, for some reason, his butt was not cooperating. Seemed it was quite happy hanging out with its favorite bad boy, and had no plans on budging anytime soon.

"Blaine?"

"Hmmm?"

"I’m gonna miss you so fucking much," Trent whispered forlornly.

Now that required moving.

Blaine eased out of Trent’s embrace and turned to face the younger boy. Emerald eyes swimming with unshed tears met his gaze. "Ah, Trent, we’ve gone over this a million times. It’s not like you’ll never see me again." Blaine cupped the sides of Trent’s face. "I’ll be home for Thanksgiving, if not sooner. Just depends on how much money I make working at the Student Union."

"I know, I know." Pulling free, Trent grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped the snot from his nose. "I know I’m acting like a baby about the whole thing, but hell, we just got together and now---" He snapped his mouth shut and abruptly exited the stall. Moving to the row of sinks, Trent stood with his back to Blaine. "Just give me a few minutes, Budman. I promise I’ll get my shit together."

Unwilling to leave, Blaine treated his boyfriend to a sympathetic hug. "You’re not alone in this. I’m hurting just as bad as you are," he bluntly reminded. "Remember that."

Trent nodded his head but didn’t turn around. With one last hug, Blaine left the bathroom and went in search of his father. He found him and his Uncle Dan in the stairwell next to his dorm room. The two men were wrestling with the new mattress his grandparents had bought him.

At the very last minute Blaine had discovered his dorm required its residents to supply their own mattress. Worried about the extra expense to his parents, he had gone to his Nana Barbara to ask for a small loan, fully prepared to pay back every cent as soon as he got a job. Surprisingly, it was his grandfather who had shown up the next day with a new mattress tied to the roof of his car.

Leaving the unloading of the mattress to his son and best friend, Grandpa Bob had pulled Blaine aside and, once alone, apologized for how he had acted toward Trent the past few months. The two of them eventually ended up sitting on the swing, talking. His grandfather had been open and honest about his feelings and had confessed he still did not understand why his son, and now his grandson, were attracted to men. Blaine had tried his best to explain, but knew it was a lost cause. An hour later his suspicions had been proven correct.

Right before getting into his car, the older man had hugged Blaine. While still embracing each other, he’d promised to be more accepting of him and his gay boyfriend. Naively, Blaine had believed him, but then both Uncle Dan and Trent had returned after going to the corner store to stock up on snacks for the weekend. The second Trent had joined them by the car, Blaine knew without a shadow of a doubt that his grandfather would never come to grips with his sexuality. The stern frown and frosty greetings his grandfather had directed at both his boyfriend and Dan spoke loud and clear as to the man’s true feelings.

Blaine smiled sadly. At least Nana Barbara understood and accepted him. One grandparent out of three wasn’t that bad, was it? he mused.

His father’s voice broke into his thoughts.

"You know, it sure would be nice," Sean said once he caught sight of his son, "if certain somebodies would lend their muscles to this endeavor."

"Yep, it’s a pretty sad situation when the old guys have to do all the work," Dan added for good measure.

"Who you calling old?" Sean demanded once they, along with the mattress, had made it inside his son’s dorm room.

Dan winked at Blaine and then at his longtime lover. "I’m not the one huffing and puffing."

Dumping his end of the mattress on the floor, he walked over to Sean and slapped him on the belly. "Good thing I came home when I did. From now on it’s lean meats with plenty of fresh fruit and veggies. No more pizza and beer for you, Handsome." The graying computer programmer cast a critical eye up and down Sean’s tall frame. "Probably wouldn’t hurt to knock the dust off that Bowflex I bought you for your birthday several years ago. Four to five workouts during the week should get that bod of yours in shape in no time."

"I’ll have you know I’m in great shape. Better than I was when we roomed together in college." Sean straightened to his full six-foot, four-inch height and puffed out his chest.

Dan was not the least bit impressed. "And just whose mirror have you been looking at yourself in?" Returning to his end of the mattress, he nodded at his lover and together they shifted it onto its frame. "Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do remember grabbing onto a sizeable pair of love handles last night when we---"

"TIME OUT!" Blaine yelled. Both men turned as one and looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. "Too much information," he explained.

With cheeks that were, no doubt, flaming red, Blaine grabbed for the suitcase he had hauled up earlier to his sixth floor room. He tossed it on the unoccupied bed across from his and busied himself sorting through the clothes his mother had packed for him.

Damnation, it was one thing to know his dad was fucking another man but to have to listen to the details? Not only that but he had seen them in action a couple of weeks back. Hearing them laugh and joke about their relationship now was just too much for him to handle.

Sean cleared his throat and motioned to Dan and Trent, who had rushed into the room upon hearing Blaine yell. "There’s a couple more boxes that need hauling upstairs. Why don’t the two of you go get ‘em?"

"Sure."

"No problemo, Mr. Matthews."

Blaine forced a grin when Trent playfully slapped him on the butt. "Watch out for the box marked ‘books,’" he warned his boyfriend. "It’s heavy as hell."

Trent flexed his right arm, showing off his bulging bicep. "Don’t you worry none, Budman. Have muscles, will carry."

This time, with a genuine smile on his face, Blaine followed Trent out the door and watched him until he disappeared from sight. His grin vanished the second he turned around and faced his father.

"Sorry about that, Dad," he mumbled on his way back to the opened suitcase. His apology was met with silence, forcing Blaine to glance over his shoulder at his father. "Seriously, Dad, I’m sorry I yelled at you."

Sean moved to stand next to him but didn’t say a word. Blaine frowned then blushed big time when he saw what his father was staring at. He hurriedly threw a t-shirt over the huge dildo and string of anal beads Trent had snuck inside his suitcase.

Praying his father wouldn’t comment on what he had seen, Blaine quickly asked, "Uh, guess you guys’ll be heading out soon? Mom said she’d hold dinner until you got home."

With a wry smile, Sean nodded. "We’ve still got an hour or so before we need to hit the road."

Blaine dug out the new sheet set his mom had bought him. He was ripping open the package when his father gripped his arm. He looked up in surprise.

"Son, why do I get the feeling you don’t approve of my relationship with Dan?" Sean asked. He took hold of Blaine by his shoulders and looked hard at him. "You’ve always known about me being bi. That’s nothing new. You’ve also known about Dan and how much I love him. I’ve never lied to you or to your mother about my feelings for him. Hell, your mother married me knowing that fact."

Blaine stared at the heavy gold chain his dad always wore around his neck. It had been a gift from Dan, given on the fifth anniversary of their very first date. He then glanced down at the gold band his father wore on his left ring finger. The band was of a unique design, created by his mother for their wedding.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the two pieces of jewelry, each one a reminder of the people his father loved the most. Was he really bothered by the relationship his dad was hell bent on renewing with his former lover? Did he somehow think it was a betrayal of the marriage vows made to his mother?

"I . . . ." Blaine rubbed a hand over his face before looking up at his dad. "Do you still love Mom?" he asked, rushing the words out before he lost his courage. "Are you gonna leave her for Uncle Dan?"

The thought of his mother being left alone to raise his three sisters had hit Blaine hard in the gut, not to mention, had worried the shit out of him. So much so that he had actually considered withdrawing his application to attend college. If his dad decided he’d rather live with his lover, then no way in hell could he go off to college and leave his mother and sisters to fend for themselves.

Another rib-cracking hug distracted him from his thoughts.

"Of course, I still love your mother," Sean fervently insisted. "And for crying out loud, why in the God’s name would you think I’d leave her? She’s my heart and soul, Blaine."

"But what about," Blaine nodded in the direction of the door. "What about Uncle Dan? You love him, too. You just said so."

Sean sighed. Releasing his son, he took a step back and ran a hand through his hair. "I love both your mother and Dan. The two of them are my world. My love for each is different, yet the same." Sean touched the chain around his neck with his left hand. "I don’t know how to explain it to you any other way. They complete me, both of them."

Blaine glanced at the family photo he had placed on the shelf above his desk. It included Dan. "I overheard you and Mom talking the other night. Is it true? Is Uncle Dan moving in with us?"

Another sigh hit the air. Sean followed his son’s gaze. "We’re still discussing it, but yeah, it looks like Dan will be transferring his business to Louisiana and, if your mom agrees, moving in with us."

Wrapping an arm around Blaine’s shoulder, Sean explained, "Dan fills a need in me no one else can. It’s not something I can explain, and it sure as hell doesn’t lessen the love I feel for your mother. I need both her and Dan in my life. She understands that."

"And I know you don’t want to hear this, but she’s the one who encouraged us to get back together. She’s the one who took your sisters off to the mall that day the electricity went out so that Dan and I could spend some quality time together."

Blaine blushed and Sean saw it. "And yes, we know you guys were watching us go at each other. We could see and hear you two. Hell, I don’t doubt the whole neighborhood heard you."

"Look who’s talking." Snapping his mouth shut, Blaine hunkered down in embarrassment.

This time it was Sean’s turn to blush. "Yeah, well, obviously the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree."

Another hug commenced and this time, Blaine returned it as fiercely as it was given. "Just promise me you still love Mom and that you’ll never leave her. Please, Dad."

Sean looked for a moment like he was going to refuse his son’s request. Shaking his head in resignation, he distinctly declared, "I promise."

"Promise what?" Trent bounded into the room, his arms filled with various bags of stuff. Dan followed in his footsteps, carrying the box marked ‘books.’ He deliberately dropped it next to Sean’s foot and grinned when it grazed his lover’s little toe.

"You better damn well be promising to carry up the next load, Handsome. ‘Cause if you ain’t, then I’m going on strike. Two trips up and down six flights of stairs is enough even for someone as fit as I am."

Sean looked questioningly at his son. Blaine nodded and let slip a tight smile when his father swooped down and openly kissed Dan. "Come on, old man. How ‘bout I treat you to a Coke?" He led Dan out the door. "If my memory serves me right, there’s a soda machine just down the hall."

"I’d much prefer an ice cold beer, but if you’re buying, I’ll take what I . . . ." The two men’s voices faded into the distance.

Blaine stood staring after his father for a long time, praying the promise he’d been given would hold true for a lifetime. He loved his mother to the max and would do just about anything to guarantee her happiness. Of course, it went without saying that he also loved his dad but still---

The slamming of a closet door redirected his attention back to Trent. He frowned at the Cheshire grin on his boyfriend’s face, but his curiosity died a quick death when the world’s sexiest lips glued themselves to his.

Kicking shut the door to his dorm room, he wrapped his arms around Trent’s shoulders and walked him towards the bed. When the back of Trent’s knees hit the edge of the bed, he fell, and Blaine eagerly followed him down to the mattress. "Kiss me again," he demanded. "Kiss me so hard it’ll be months before I can’t feel your lips on mine anymore."

Trent flipped them over and went to work on Blaine’s zipper. "I’ll do better than that, Budman," he promised while unzipping his own jeans. Straddling his boyfriend’s thighs, he shoved shirts and underwear out of the way and groaned when their dicks bumped against each other.

Blaine kept his gaze pinned to Trent’s face, memorizing the emotions chasing across his features as the two of them rushed toward completion before his father returned. It took only minutes, and Blaine nearly cried out loud when he felt the heat of Trent’s spunk hit his abdomen.

Swiftly their passion flared out, and Blaine buried his face in the crook of Trent’s neck and shoulder. He sucked hard on the sweat-damp flesh, anxiously marking it for all to see. "I love you, Trent," he declared with a shaky voice.

Trembling, Trent kept silent, allowing his kisses and caresses to speak for him.

Voices out in the hall pulled them apart. Grabbing a pillowcase, Blaine first wiped Trent clean, them himself. He tossed the soiled pillowcase aside before getting to his feet. Trent remained wantonly sprawled on the mattress, and Blaine had to forcibly walk away. He knew if Trent so much as smiled, he’d be balls deep inside him and not give a fucking rat’s ass who saw it.

"Come on, Trent. Dad’ll be back before you know it." Keeping his eyes averted, Blaine focused on putting his clothes to rights and had just finished zipping his jeans when his father poked his head inside.

"Coast clear?" the older man asked.

Blaine glanced over his shoulder and found Trent sitting on the side of the bed looking as if nothing had happened. His kiss-swollen lips were, without a doubt, a dead giveaway, but Blaine was sure his dad wouldn’t make an issue of it even if he did notice.

"It’s okay, Dad. You can come in."

Sean entered, carrying the last of Blaine’s things. "That’s it," he said, dumping everything on the bed beside Trent. "Your truck is officially empty." Sean accepted the envelope his lover held out to him and handed it to Blaine. "It’s a check," he explained. "Your mom and I wanted you to have it. Now, I know it’s not much, but it’ll pay for supplies and stuff until you get your first paycheck."

Blaine didn’t even glance at the envelope. He took it, shoved it in his back pocket, then threw his arms around his father. "Tell Mom I promise to call every weekend."

Sean rubbed a hand up and down his son’s back. "Please don’t forget. You know what a worrywart she is."

Blaine chuckled. Taking a step back, he shook hands with Dan. "Make sure you keep an eye on him. If you think Mom’s a worrywart, he’s ten times worse."

"Tell me something I don’t know." Slapping Sean on the shoulder, he indicated the door. "Let’s get this show on the road. It’s a long ride home."

Several more hugs were shared between the three men. Soon it was just Blaine and Trent left alone in the room.

"You’ll call me tonight, say around ten?" Trent asked, his gaze rooted to the floor.

"How ‘bout we IM each other? It’ll save money." Blaine pulled the younger boy into his arms. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he removed a small tissue-wrapped item and handed it to Trent. "Here."

Trent looked up at Blaine with surprise clearly written on his face. "What’s this?" he asked.

"Open it up and you’ll see."

Trent ripped away the tissue paper and swallowed hard. "Jesus Christ, Blaine, you didn’t have to do that. Not with you being so short of cash."

"Yeah, I did. And who cares if I couldn’t afford it?" Blaine lightly touched the treasured locket lying in the palm of Trent’s hand. "You loved your mom just as much as I love mine. I couldn’t bear the thought of some stranger wearing your mom’s locket. It belongs to you and only you."

Trent sniffed. "Thanks," he mumbled.

Blaine smiled when the softest of kisses brushed against his cheek. "You better get going. Patience isn’t one of my dad’s strongest virtues."

"Ten o’clock, okay?"

Blaine stared at his boyfriend in confusion. "Huh?"

Trent stuffed his mother’s locket in his front jeans’ pocket. "Tonight. Our first online date." He knocked on Blaine’s skull. "Remember?"

Blaine hauled Trent in for another soul-searching kiss. Grinning, he shoved his dazed boyfriend out the door. "I remember."

He almost had the door shut when Trent pushed it back open. Before he could open his mouth to ask what was wrong, he was shoved hard against the door and kissed until his vision was graying around the edges.

"Love you, Budman," Trent whispered. With that said, the teenager took off running down the hallway.

Stunned, Blaine stood in the doorway, one hand to his lips, brushing them repeatedly. After several minutes, he grinned. "Damn you, Trent Anderson. It’s just like you to give me a boner the second I’m ready to go get something to eat." Blaine looked down at his bulging crotch and shook his head. "Maybe a cold shower before heading out?"

He re-entered his room and went in search of a towel and soap. It didn’t take long for him to discover Trent had emptied the entire contents of his suitcase. Opening the door to his closet, Blaine gasped at what he found.

There, thumbtacked to the inside of the door, was a life-size poster of him and Trent. They were dressed in tuxes, and Blaine could only assume the photo had been taken of them at the Fall Festival dance last year. How Trent had gotten his hands on the picture was a complete mystery, but then Blaine remembered the secret project Angel had been working on for his boyfriend. Everything became crystal clear.

"You sly devil, you."

Blaine rested one hand on the poster, placing it next to Trent’s head. "That was the night I offered you my heart," he reminded the one-dimensional image of his boyfriend. In the picture Trent wore a stunned look on his face, and Blaine realized the school photographer had captured the exact moment when he had confessed his feelings for his best friend. It was certainly a memory to cherish and now, thanks to Trent and his co-conspirator, he had lasting proof.

Pulling up a chair, Blaine sat down and, for a long time, stared at the poster. Finally he tore his gaze away and, moving to his desk, dug into the box that held his laptop and desk supplies. Finding a calendar, he counted the days until Thanksgiving.

"Too long, way too long," he muttered while fingering the commitment ring Trent had given him.

The thought of a shower and supper fled before his sudden bout of depression. Moving over to the bed, Blaine grabbed for the pillowcase he had used earlier and buried his face in it, inhaling the mingled scent of his and his boyfriend’s loving.

"Damn it, Trent, I miss you already."

End of chapter 16

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