Author's Note: This episode made me so mad and frustrated like you don't even know. Basically wrote this one-shot so i wouldn't throw my TV out the window.
No beta! All mistakes my own!
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(Two-Shot: Part 1)
Somebody misses you when you're away, they wanna wake up with you everyday
Blaine kept his head pressed against the piano, staring down at his hand as he played a slowed down version of the duet he sang with Kurt not even twenty-four hours ago. He didn't have the energy to leave the choir room, let alone the campus. His legs nearly gave out from under him when that guy, Walter, had appeared almost out of nowhere. How could Kurt still be dating that guy? How could he still be functioning so normally after that kiss when Blaine was such a train wreck right now?
Had Kurt finally moved on?
Was Blaine already too late?
Did he break Dave's heart for fucking nothing?!
"Hey you."
The piano keys clanked where Blaine messed up the rhythm, his head jerking up to look at the person he hadn't even been aware entered the choir room. "Kurt."
The co-director smiled softly, walking over to where the Dalton director sat. "Penny for you thoughts?"
Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, confused by Kurt's reappearance. In lieu of answering, he asked, "What are you doing here? I thought you had a date."
"Yeah well, I told them to go ahead and I'd meet them there." He shrugged.
"What?" Blaine whispered, disbelieve evident.
"It's no big deal. I just told them that I had to jot down some last minute notes about the Glee Club for my thesis. Before I forget, of course."
"Your what?"
"Uh Internship? Hello, still a student." Kurt laughed a bit.
The Dalton director's lips were parted, still confused. "But why?"
He smiled again, warm and affectionate. "Because I…I wanted to know if you were okay."
"I'm fine."
Kurt pursed his lips, taking the minute to slide onto the bench next to Blaine. "You know, there used to be a time where we could tell each other anything. When we didn't have to lie."
"But I'm not ly—" He didn't even get to finish his sentence with the look Kurt gave him, swallowing thickly at how easily the other saw through him. He forgot how Kurt always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. "I broke up with Dave."
The shocked look on Kurt's face was what made Blaine realize he said those words aloud, not having planned to blurt those words so bluntly. "Oh my gosh, Blaine. I-I'm sorry, are-are you okay?"
Blaine shook his head. His hazel eyes started to sting, he wanted to cry, he really did. It just wasn't for Dave. "No." He croaked.
Kurt didn't hesitate, just wrapped his arms around Blaine and pulled him in for a hug. He slid an arm around the smaller man's back and cupped his gelled head. The lost heartbroken look his friend gave hurt even him. As much as he wished to hear those words for weeks, knowing that the person he loved was in so much pain over it, knowing that this never wouldn't have happened if he hadn't pushed Blaine so damn hard…Kurt was a terrible person, wasn't he? "This is my fault, isn't it? Because of what we did?"
"You didn't do anything." Blaine said sullenly. "It was all me." He said, pulling back from Kurt's warm embrace to look at him.
"No, I made you sing that duet with me even though I knew you were hesitant about it—"
"It was the wheel, and I didn't mind. Really I wanted to."
"You don't get it. I—I rigged it."
He paused, "I don't understand."
"I nudged the wheel so you would sing with me." Kurt mumbled in embarrassment, lowering his head in shame. "It was…just an excuse to spend more time with you."
Suddenly Blaine had a flash of déjà vu, remembering when he did a similar thing back when they were at Dalton. "I'm okay with that, actually."
Kurt groaned, "That just makes me feel worse."
Blaine smirked sympathetically, placing a hand over Kurt's. "How do you think I feel? Dave wasn't even mad when I told him what happened at the party. Hell, he didn't even seem surprised." He let out a huff of dry laughter. "Want to know something ridiculous? He said we've been on this like time limit ever since you got back, that he was lucky enough to get the few months with me he did."
"Ouch."
"Tell me about it." He felt Kurt squeeze his hand, the hands that were meant to hold each other. "It probably would have been better if he'd yelled and screamed at me."
The other boy hummed, not knowing what else to say. So he just rubbed circles into the back of Blaine's hand, moving so their fingers were properly threaded. "Do you regret it?"
"What? Breaking up with Dave? No, not really." Blaine was kind of surprised by how neutral he felt about it actually. He just really didn't like that he had to hurt Dave while he figured out his own shit.
"No, dummy. Kissing me."
He saw the flicker of hurt flash across Kurt's glasz eyes, Blaine's hand immediately coming up to cup his porcelain cheek. "Never. I have never regretted doing anything with you."
It was Kurt who began to tear up then, unconsciously leaning into the other man's palm. "I thought you said you'd never forgive me."
"I did. I was just wrong." Blaine glanced down at Kurt's mouth, looking back up only to see Kurt do the same. The other's lips parted, the co-director not taking the chance to move away. Instead, he stared into Blaine's eyes, waiting for the other boy to take the plunge. Blaine caught the cues, more than anything ready to make this kiss last and ready to never run away from him again.
Their mouths came together softly, touching carefully and savoring each other with all the reverence in the world. Blaine tightened his hold on the side of Kurt's head, moving his hand to thread into the beginnings of the other's hair and brushing his thumb against his ear. An action that always caused Kurt to shudder, which never ceased to stop the paler male from opening up to Blaine more, giving everything he had to his forever love. It was sweet, familiar…it was them.
Before Blaine could push for more, he felt Kurt pull back just the slightest. The paler male sucked in sharp breaths, his hooded eyes barely fluttering open to gaze at Blaine. Kurt stared at the way the Dalton director licked his lips, his mouth still parted as if he was waiting for Kurt's plush lips to be back on his. He didn't need any more motivation, the taller male letting go of Blaine's hand so he could place his palms on the other's shoulders, pressing him back against the piano keys loudly as he fluidly slid onto Blaine's lap.
Blaine gasped at the unexpected movement, darkened honey eyes staring up at the man suddenly straddling him. He placed his hands on Kurt's strong thighs, groaning as he felt the flexing muscles beneath skintight pants. Kurt felt heat radiating between them, the other's hands rubbing silent encouragements onto his thighs, prompting him to settle his full weight onto the dark haired male. The bench moved when Blaine scooted it forward a bit, spreading his legs some and laying back more firmly on the clanking keys. "Kurt…"
"Missed you so fucking much." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, groaning into the more heated kiss with their torsos and hips pressed tightly against one another. Blaine dug his nails into Kurt's thighs, his lips trembling as he opened up to the blue-eyed man's urgent kiss. He moaned when he felt Kurt's tongue brush against his bottom lip, his hips jerking with every swipe. The taller male seemed to notice, if the sudden grinding of his hips were anything to go by.
Blaine pushed away from the piano, the flimsy bench the only thing holding their combined weight as he gripped onto Kurt's back to steady him. He met Kurt's tongue with his own, coaxing the other's lips open more as they delved deeper into each other's mouths. The smaller man felt more than he heard Kurt whine, a very noticeable something twitching against his own tightening pants. That's when he pressed a hand down to grip Kurt's ass—God how he missed touching him like this—the taller boy's mouth going slack when those hands gripped him so perfectly. Blaine took the opportunity to lick into Kurt's panting mouth, giving him a messy open mouth kiss one last time before pressing more hot wet kisses across his jaw, down his smooth pale neck.
"Fuck, Fuck, Blaine…" He keened, high-pitched and completely unraveled. Blaine squeezed Kurt's ass generously, already rutting his lengthening cock into the other boy's equally hard one. The friction of the material between them was maddening, Blaine wanting more than anything to peel those tight fucking pants off his love's sinfully flawless hips. He settled for thrusting his hips up between Kurt's straddling thighs, the older male moving with each push of their hips, his fluid movements reminding him of what the beautiful boy looked like when he'd ride Blaine's dick. And shit, shit, he really couldn't afford to have that image in his head right now, not when they were still on school grounds.
To hell with it, he thought. Moving one hand to yank at the collar of Kurt's shirt, buttons popping off as he saw the beginnings of his smooth pecks. He grazed his teeth against the warm skin, wasting no time in sucking a hicky over his heart. His ears perked when he heard Kurt moan low in his throat, nosing his way up the pale throat so he could nip purposefully at his exposed pulse point. Kurt's squeak had him growling, Blaine tightening his hold to an almost bruising effort, silently vowing to never let Kurt go again.
The blue-eyed boy scraped his fingers along the hairline of Blaine's neck, pressing his hips down with tactful grinding movements as his lips brushed the shell of Blaine's ear. "I'd give anything to have you inside me right now."
His hips stuttered, Kurt amused by the response he was still able to elicit from Blaine. "Kurt, goddammit. We ca—"
"Then take me home." He said matter-of-fact, rocking against Blaine's arousal teasingly.
Blaine nearly chocked. "Wh-What about—"
Kurt didn't let him finish, quick to press his mouth against Blaine's in a deep kiss before he answered. "There's no one in the world I love more than you. There never will be."
The smile that graced Blaine's face was breathtaking, hazel eyes full of lust, but more importantly so consumed with love for the boy in front of him. "I'll drive."
Walter watched as the doors to the high school burst open, Kurt and Blaine sprinting to a nearby car with their hands clasped and their clothes noticeable askew. He'd told the other young couple they were dining with that evening that he'd stay behind and wait for Kurt, drive them both over to that awful Italian restaurant when he was done. They didn't see him as he was waiting outside by his car, watching as the boys couldn't bear to let a breath of air between them. They only had eyes for each other.
The two were kissing one another even as they attempted to get into the car, both falling into the driver's seat when the door was miraculously opened. Surprisingly, Walter wasn't all that upset about it. He just smiled at the spectacle, shaking his head at being able to witness two people be so carefree, so consumed by their passion for one another. It was inspiring really, brought out the true romantic in him.
In the end, he just turned the key in the ignition, deciding to go home. The only thought running through his mind being, "ah, young love."
Somebody wants to hear you say, ooh somebody loves you
A/N: Well, I feel better. How about you guys? And let me know if you guys enjoyed this, please leave a review and I'll love you forever. Till next time! :)