This story is written for this GKM fill: glee-kink-meme. livejournal 40066. html? thread=54559618 (remove spaces). There's no bp though. I named this story after the song by Mika because it felt appropriate. Heheh. Anyways, I don't own Kurt or Blaine. If I did, the season 4 finale would have been of the both of them having hot honeymoon sex.
Story warnings: incest, rough sex, barebacking, mpreg
"I'm sorry, Kurt, I can't make it. Can we have a rain check on the coffee? Finn called me a few minutes ago and he needs me to come in to discuss what departure song we're going to be singing for the others and you're aware of how important this is I'm sure, we ne-,"
Kurt closed off the text with an annoyed grunt.
It was typical of Rachel to blow him off for Finn, even though they'd been planning this meeting to discuss everything they're going to do in New York for a few days now. They needed to plan everything just right so they could spend the maximum amount of time at every place they wanted to visit. It was New York after all.
Sipping a bit of his cooled mocha, Kurt wondered what he could do now. His dad and Carole had gone out for lunch, Finn was occupied with Rachel, Mercedes and Tina were at the cinema, and he was stuck with no plans on a Saturday.
He was just plotting to go and drag Rachel forcibly away from Finn so they could hang out when a clear, deep voice sounded above him.
"Is this seat taken?"
The man who had spoken was simply gorgeous. Kurt glanced around to see if he was talking to anyone else, which was ridiculous as the man was standing right at his table, but such hunks simply did not approach him and much less talk to him. His not-so-subtle surveillance allowed him to realize that all the other seats were occupied, so he made what he hoped was an approving grunt and gestured for the man to sit.
Nice first impression, Kurt, he thought to himself, make the man think that you're mute or something. That's perfectly charming. Not that there's anything wrong with being mute. Oh God, just, stop thinking!
The man simply drank from his cup, silently observing Kurt and unaware of the internal argument Kurt was having. Not that Kurt noticed as he was making his own observations of the man.
His hair was dark curls styled with a small amount of gel. His eyes were amber and open. His fingers clutching his cup were thick and Kurt couldn't help but imagine those fingers wrapping around a certain part of his body but he beat down those thoughts with a stick. His lips were a plush pink and he was smiling right at Kurt.
The silence was quickly becoming unbearable to Kurt. He'd be damned if he let the man go without even saying a word to him in all the minutes they sat sharing the table.
He took a quick drink from his coffee for courage and his lips were forming words before he could regret it or even register it.
"So, where are you from?"
As soon as he said it, Kurt wanted to punch himself. Obviously the man was from Lima if he even knew about the whereabouts of the Lima Bean, a sort of hole-in-the-wall cafe that only locals were fond of visiting. He felt like hopping into the nearest hole and burying himself, and it must have shown on his face as the man snorted before replying.
"I'm from Westerville, but I always came here with my friends on weekends, if you were wondering how I knew about this place."
"I was wondering." Kurt gnawed at his lip, wondering how the man had figured him out so quickly. It must have been a trick of his imagination that the man's eyes dropped to the movement of his lips. Hot guys simply just did not do that to Kurt Hummel.
"I just didn't think such attractive men like you existed in places like Ohio." Kurt resisted the urge to slap his hand over his mouth as soon as the words escaped. He didn't know where his brain-to-mouth filter went, but wherever it was, it was fired and he needed a new one stat before he made more of an utter fool of himself.
The man, ever charming, though, only chuckled and offered his hand to Kurt.
"My name's Blaine."
"Kurt."
They shook hands. Kurt couldn't help but notice how comfortable he felt with Blaine's hand in his own – warm, slightly callused, and large enough to cover his own. He let go before it could get too awkward, fiddling with his fingers on his lap to avoid the urge to grab Blaine's hand again. He had no idea when or how he had gotten this bold, but it caught the man's attention, so it couldn't be a bad thing.
Blaine smiled as they let go, a dazzling, eye-crinkling one, and Kurt felt himself swoon.
From then, they talked about normal topics: friends, school, movies. Kurt managed not to lose his filter again, for which he was grateful. "I'm on break from NYU," Blaine said at one point, which made Kurt squeal excitedly and explain that he was accepted into NYADA and was moving to New York in August. They had a long conversation about everything there, Kurt usually asking Blaine about different things and Blaine answering with equal enthusiasm. He promised to show Kurt around when he got there and Kurt wondered what good deed he'd done in his life to get this opportunity.
Kurt was surprised at how quickly they were becoming accustomed to each other. Maybe it's because he was always sort of awkward – plus the fact that no one wanted to be friends with the gay kid, lest they catch his 'faggot disease' – but never thought that making a friend could be so simple. Sure, Blaine would add in a compliment or two in the conversation, but Kurt would just blush, determined not to make a fool of himself again, and continue with the topic at hand. He was admittedly extremely flattered, but still, what older (by four years, his brain supplied unhelpfully, he's 22.) man would want to go out with him? It was better off just becoming friends than bothering Blaine with advances.
"Would you like a refill?" Blaine asked, shaking his cup in question. Kurt nodded and rattled off his order. Blaine nodded and with a smile, walked off to the counter, Kurt's eyes immediately following where his ungodly tight pants were stretching over his ass.
"Hey, Fagmel!"
Kurt froze.
He'd know that voice anywhere. Endured its malice for years. Been on the receiving end of countless slushies and swirlies and dumpster tosses because of the owner of that voice. A shiver of fear ran down his spine but he refused to let the bully notice. He schooled his expression into an unimpressed one and stared straight at him.
Karofsky was wearing a shit-eating grin, a cup of coffee held in his hands.
"Who's your little faggot friend, Fagmel? Is he your butt buddy? How's it like sucking dick, Fagmel?" With every sentence he walked closer to the table, and Kurt couldn't take it anymore.
"I don't know, don't you remember last night? You really seemed to enjoy sucking dick then." Kurt immediately regretted it, seeing the cloudy expression that came over Karofsky's face.
"No, I don't remember last night," and Kurt had to snort at his idiocy, "But I'm gonna give you something that you'll remember for days!"
The first thing he noticed was that the splash of warm coffee on his skin was a completely different extreme from that of a slushie. The next thing he noticed was that Karofsky had actually splashed coffee on him which was likely ruining his clothing and the outfit was Marc Jacobs and he had stayed up all night on Rue La La in an auction war for his shirt, and it was dripping down his skin and…
It was safe to say that Kurt was close to hyperventilating. He closed his eyes and bit his lip while Karofsky laughed, willing himself not to cry. He was having such a good day and crying would force him to acknowledge what had just happened and he just wanted to go home and sink into the bath tub and wash off the memories.
He was close to losing the no-crying battle when a sound of rage distracted him.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Blaine.
It was Blaine and he sounded positively livid. If he wasn't this close to crying he would have laughed at the outraged eyes that were no doubt staring at Blaine for his language.
It was an inappropriate thought for the situation and that in itself made Kurt laugh and maybe it was because he was so completely humiliated that he just got up, grabbed his bag, wiped his face of as much coffee as possible, and ran out of the Lima Bean, not sparing a backwards glance.
He got as far as two meters away from his Navigator when the tears caught up to him. He sniffled, then remembered that he was leaving Lima in two months, that he was leaving behind his tormentors, and that he was going to become a star while they'd be serving snotty-nosed kids at McDonalds. The thought gave him resolve, and he wiped his cheeks of the traitorous tears.
He was about to unlock the door of his car when a pair of warm arms wrapped themselves around his middle, turning him around. Kurt flinched at first but calmed at the sound of Blaine shushing him.
A cool washcloth met his face and Kurt exhaled at the feeling of the stickiness of coffee being removed. He would question why Blaine was being so considerate at another time, for now, he was content to accept the care without fuss.
When the washcloth stopped passing over his face, Kurt looked up at Blaine sadly. Blaine's eyes were clouded with worry and his mouth was shaped into a frown. Kurt didn't like that he was the cause of that frown.
"I'm sorry," he said automatically.
Blaine looked aghast at his apology. "What for? That guy just came in and attacked you. In public! You have nothing to be sorry for!"
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I mean, we don't even know each other. We just met about an hour ago and now you must feel obligated to do all these things for me because -,"
Blaine shushed him again, pulling Kurt into his arms. Kurt sniffled again, feeling tears run down his face and returned the hug, before pulling away.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, ignoring Blaine's glare at the words, but they just felt right. "I should go now."
"Wait, let me carry you home. You wouldn't want to mess up the upholstery in that car of yours."
Kurt immediately started to protest but Blaine wasn't taking no for an answer.
Finally he said, "Why are you doing this? We know nothing about each other."
"That's a lie. I learned that you're eighteen, you got accepted into NYADA, you have a rambunctious friend called Rachel, you love musicals with your life, you're in a glee club, and if you'd give me a chance, I'm sure I can learn more about you. I want to get to know you, Kurt."
And Kurt didn't think he could say no to such a promising offer.
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The car ride to Kurt's place was a quiet affair – Kurt staring out through the window and wondering where his life went wrong, and Blaine wanting to give him some time to think.
When they parked out at Kurt's house though, Blaine immediately requested Kurt's phone. Kurt, confused, gave it to him and watched as Blaine programmed his number into the phone and then sent a text to the phone to get Kurt's number. He didn't actually think Blaine would make good on his want to get to know Kurt, and now was feeling slightly ashamed at the thought.
They parted ways with Blaine promising to text him, and asking Kurt to go out with him sometime. Kurt only nodded, head slightly foggy as Blaine's hand was on his knee and thinking had become difficult as his body was concentrated on that point of contact.
Kurt exited the car with a wave.
Blaine winked and with a "Bye, Kurt," he drove off, leaving Kurt to watch the car grow steadily smaller.
Ten minutes later his phone buzzed with a text.
"Since the Lima Bean is a ruined spot, how about I take you out to this restaurant I discovered. Friday night at eight sound good? It can't contest with NY food but it comes close :") – Blaine
Kurt's replied 'yes, of course!' was the fastest thing he'd ever texted.