Takes place between Furt and Original songs.
Warning: EXPLICIT ManxMan action
Pairing: BlainexKurt
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
Although the circumstances we had met had been less than cheerful, the connection we had formed in such a short time was remarkable. Almost foolish you could say. Because how can two short months turn a complete stranger into your best friend? I doubt neither of us understood it either. But we let it happen anyway.
Because he was truly amazing. Kurt Hummel, that slim, witty boy with breath-taking pale green eyes that had stood so nervously on that staircase. He had reached out to me and in turn I had become his mentor, someone to lean on when it all became too much.
Because on that staircase, I had seen a kid, a boy, so innocent and fragile yet alight with burning determination and strength.
He had needed guidance so I helped him in the only way I knew how. "Courage" I had said and watched his face light in hope. Because that's exactly what I had given him. Hope. Hope for the future and a world that would no longer judge him.
But along our journey something had happened.
Every time our eyes met accidently, I would quickly avert mine and a violent blush would cover my face. Every time we touched, a shiver would run down my spine and we'd spring apart quickly. Soon all the actions we had done in the past, simply as friends in need of comfort had turned into something more. I began spending my days with a scarlet blushes coating my features, stammering and stuttering awkwardly in embarrassment around him.
And just like that. I had fallen for him.
I began to finally see him, the real him. Not just that mask that he had placed on to hide his true feelings and insecurities. I saw happiness and sadness, frustration and amusement, all simultaneously. Raw emotion. And I was happy, so happy. That he was willing to finally let me in.
I think I'm in love with you Kurt Hummel.
But those days had long ago disappeared, I knew something had been bothering Kurt recently. I noticed it instantly, how his stance was no longer relaxed and cheerful, but instead stiff, as if he was waiting for something. His eyes no longer held that childish sparkle that had captivated me from day one, now they held a strange panicked and confused expression.
His comments never held that slightly cocky, sarcastic tone that they had before and he allowed me to tease him mercilessly without saying a word. Days ended with him swiftly leaving the academy with awkward, swift goodbyes and I'd watch him drive away, always thinking the same thing. What's wrong Kurt?
I spent hours racking my brain for the cause. Stress? Pressure? Bullies? His dad? Worries? It could have been any of those. Or, it could have been all them.
It was almost painful, watching the boy tear himself apart over the most trivial things, watching him distance himself away from everyone. I knew something was wrong. But why wouldn't he just acknowledge that he's hurting? His life would be so much easier if he would simply admit that to himself. I had tried asking but he had always changed the conversation. Didn't he realise that I would be there, with open arms, ready to catch him if he ever fell? To comfort him and tell him that everything, no matter what it was, would be okay.
After weeks of waiting, of weeks of Kurt beating himself up over something unknown to me, I finally decided to get to the bottom of the problem. Deciding to invite him over rather than confronting him somewhere someone could easily over listen to turned out to be a smart idea. And the poor boy almost reluctantly agreed to my invite.
He appeared at my door a day later, and I invited him into the otherwise empty house. With my parents out, the opportunity was just too perfect. And had the situation not been so dark and worrying I would have been blushing at mere thought of what could happen. Instead, I offered to take his coat and asked if he wanted a drink, to which he politely declined.
I proposed going to my room and the brunette swiftly agreed without a moment's hesitation. It seemed that the formal presentation of the living room had caused a similar discomfort in him as it had in me. Upon entering my room however his expression quickly turned distrustful and he harshly demanded to know why I had invited him over. Ignoring him I moved to sit on my bed and encouragingly patted the spot beside me. Joining me, he sat awkwardly, waiting for my answer.
Sighing, I replied. "We're best friends, aren't we? Is it wrong that I ask you to come round once in a while?
He seemed to accept my answer and we sat in a gloomy silence. Time passed and the silence continued to stretch. Standing up, I began pacing around the room; I could see his face in the reflection of the window. It bothered me, his face, a neutral expression, showed no signs of any emotion and his eyes appeared unfocused. Almost as if his mind was no longer in the room and only his body remained.
"What's wrong, Kurt?" I suddenly asked, I stopped pacing and waited for a reply.
I watched the brunette blink as his eyes focused on mine. "Nothing." He denied simply but I saw his expression darken. Good. At least it was better than it was before. Whether unhappy or happy, both were better than nothing.
"Tell me." I pushed gently, Kurt was obviously fragile and I didn't want to break him.
"Why do you keep asking?" He suddenly snapped and I watched his eyes widen in surprise at his own voice. Swallowing he averted his eyes and fiddled with the fabric of my duvet. He probably hated the current situation, and trust me, so did I, but I couldn't allow him to draw a shield around his emotions. I wasn't about to let him block me out.
"I'm your best friend Kurt! I can't let you go on like this. Whatever it is, whatever you need. I can help you." I sighed. "I will help you."
"N-n-no. I do-don't need anything." He denied and shook his head, but I could see his hands begin to tremble as he wrapped them tightly around his slim figure. He was cracking.
"Please Kurt." I tried again. "Just let me in. Okay? And we'll fix it. I promise."
He raised his head, eyes filled with that hope I had once placed there. Smiling encouragingly I held out my hand to him. He whimpered and before I knew it he was in my arms, face buried in my shoulder. Tears wrecked through his body and he shook violently. Rubbing my hand soothingly across his back I attempted to calm him. "It's okay Kurt. It's okay." I told him as I returned his hug.
"I-I ne-need-" His voice sounded strained. "I w-want…ple-"
"What is it Kurt? What do you need?" Tears continued to soak my shirt as I rocked the trembling boy gently in my arms.
I heard Kurt take in a shaky breath as he reached to wrap his pale arms around my shoulders, drawing me closer. I couldn't help but notice how he smelt, a strange combination of vanilla, strawberries and something that could only be described as Kurt. It smelled truly delicious. His arms clung to me tightly, almost as if he were afraid that I'd push him away. It caused me to frown. I would never push you away Kurt. I confirmed in my head.
But the actions that followed shortly after forced me to rethink that statement.
As I held the boy I felt him nestle his face against my neck. Smiling, I continued to caress his back in a comforting away.
Until I felt the wet, pleasant feeling of a tongue making its way up my neck, pausing to suckle softly on my pulse. I felt my breath hitch and my eyes widened in shock as a shiver took hold of my body.
"K-Kurt?" I swallowed. "Kurt, what are you-?"
I stood frozen as the brunette reached up and took one of my earlobes between his teeth, nibbling softly and I felt pleasure run through me. "Pl-please Blaine." I heard a whisper. "Help me…please?"
"N-no, Kurt! No!" I insisted and pushed him away. Hurt flashed through his eyes and my heart twisted in sympathy. The tears fell faster and I watched as Kurt struggled to regain control of his emotions.
"Yo-you d-don't want m-me? I-I thou-" He began shakily but I cut him off, hands clutching his face, I wiped his tears, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"God, Kurt. You have no idea how much I want you. But not like this. You're too weak and fragile at the moment. I can't do this. You're not ready." I told him.
Kurt bit his lower lip and shook his head in angry protest, face filled with agony. Reaching a shaky hand out, he pushed me to sit on the bed and straddled my legs before I could protest.
"Ku-!" I managed before my lips were covered by his. They felt soft and full on top of mine as he kissed me desperately while I sat frozen underneath him. My lips neither meeting his nor pushing them away. I simply sat, unmoving and unresponsive as millions of emotions rushed through me. Confusion, sadness, happiness, lust. They all seemed to bundle together, preventing me from actually feeling a single one.
"B-Blaine?" Asked a hesitant voice above me and I realised that Kurt was no longer kissing me, instead he sat breathing heavily staring at me as I struggled to regain my ability to talk. Tears still trailed down his soft cheeks and I watched them, falling softly onto my shirt without a sound.
Unable to meet his eyes I shook my head, and lifted my arms, ready to push him off. "No. No. N-No. Please." He begged, shifting impatiently on my lap as he tried to bring my arms round his waist. Leaning forward once more he attacked my neck, this time sucking harshly as he continued to tremble in my arms. "L-Love me? J-Just this once? Please?"
"Kurt. Kurt, n-" I froze as the brunette shifted once more, feeling the bulge that had formed in his trousers brush against me, my eyes widened and I sat gaping as Kurt continued to beg and plead. Shifting, I moved my leg and cursed myself for enjoying the almost inaudible whimper that left Kurt as I rubbed against him.
"I-I can't" I stuttered but for some reason, I couldn't stop him. I didn't even try. I simply let the kisses to fall onto my face. I let him rotate his hips against mine in an erotic manner. And I allowed him to continue that string of moans and whimpers that escaped his mouth as he writhed against me.
"Make me forget. P-Please Blaine."
I finally allowed myself to look into his eyes. I finally let myself take in the picture, his glossy eyes, messed up hair, the loud pants that fell from his mouth and the way he moved against me desperately, searching and pleading for my response.
"Please. Help me Blaine. Please!" Kurt sobbed again, eyes clouded in sadness and pleasure as he rocked desperately against my thigh. And then I finally realised. That this was Kurt's way of trying to forget everything, his way of trying to get rid of all that pressure and worries that had built up over the months, even if it only lasted an hour or so. He was searching for comfort and love from someone he trusted. From me. He wanted me to take his pain away, to block it out with pleasure and lust.
Locking away my feelings and all the things that urged me to push the boy away, I reached up with shaky fingers and grasped hold of his hips. "Let me look after you." I finally murmured and pulled him closer.
Let me love you Kurt. Just this once.
Our lips connected again, but this time, both willingly. Running my tongue teasingly along the younger boy's lips I felt him gasp and open his mouth, permitting me permission to enter and submitting instantly. Exploring his mouth I felt his inexperienced tongue come in contact with mine. Hands ran through my curls and I leaned backwards, lying on the bed as Kurt straddled me.
Looking up at Kurt's flushed face, half-lidded eyes and parted mouth I couldn't help but be left speechless at the boy's stunning beauty. Any man would be lucky to have him, yet this divine innocent boy seemed to have no idea at just how perfect he truly was.
Flipping us over I hungrily attacked his neck, biting and sucking as he shivered violently beneath me, hands coming up to hesitantly rest in my hair. My hands came up to slowly unbutton his shirt, taking time and care to kiss each piece of skin that became visible. I saw Kurt's frustration at the slow pace grow, and soon his hand was reaching down to unbutton my jeans, slapping his hand away effortlessly I licked his earlobe and murmured "Shh…no need to rush, just let me take care of you." I let my breath fan across his face and felt him tremble beneath me.
Soon his shirt lay forgotten on the floor as I littered his chest with kisses, sucks and licks. Coming across a pink nipple I licked sensually around it before enveloping it in the heat of my mouth. "Uhh…" Kurt moaned as I nibbled gently on the hard nub. Switching to the other I gave it similar treatment while kneading the other with my fingers and a string of moans followed. His chest was smooth, hairless and lean without being too skinny, muscles clearly visible in a way that wasn't freakishly scary.
Suddenly I sat up. Worries clouded my thoughts. Kurt wanted this, but was I just taking advantage of him when his defence barriers were down? Was I doing this purely for my own selfish needs?
"Ku-Kurt? Are you-?" I stuttered, trying to voice my thoughts while praying that he would push me off on his own, but instead he groaned and pulled down into another kiss. It was hasty and sloppy and I could taste the salty remains of tears. Separating, we both panted heavily.
"Yes Blaine! Please…Touch…me…Make…me…forget." He gasped as he reached up to tweak his own nipple.
"…Okay Kurt." I gulped and shut down the last ounce of my hesitation before reaching down to cup Kurt through his trousers. The boy groaned and arched of the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer and to get more friction. I couldn't deny that I was being turned on by Kurt. The sounds he made, his smell, his taste, his appearance and the way he felt beneath me, they were all addictive and I couldn't help craving for more.
Stripping off my own shirt I lowered myself back down so that our chests were touching. His pale hairless one next to my own tanned hairier one, like art, they seemed to complement each other. My hand, currently stroking Kurt through his trousers began slowly unzipping his pants. Teasingly, I stroked along the waistband of his navy boxers, along the hairless skin before dipping lower but only slightly.
"P-Please." Kurt gasped, his voice was laced with want and within seconds he was beneath, completely bare and revealed while his trousers and boxers lay in a messy heap on the floor. I gasped and Kurt blushed, the redness spreading throughout his body as he shifted nervously below me, as if waiting for my verdict "Beautiful." I described and he flushed a darker shade in embarrassment. The first time I had ever truly seen a boy naked, and here he was, a soft innocent virgin that lay begging for my touch. Begging for me.
I left my fingertips skim along his long legs till they finally reached their destination. Wrapping my hand around Kurt, I gave a gentle squeeze and let out a shaky breath. Beginning to move my hand I looked up in time to see a series of moans erupt from the younger boy's mouth as he bucked into my hand, seeking more friction. I continued my actions and even at one point leaned down to flick my tongue across the top; earning me a high shriek and violent jerk of the boy's hips. The taste was unusual, bitter, but not unpleasant.
Soon, Kurt's movements became faster, uneven and more desperate and his eyes fluttered shut as he fisted the cotton sheets beneath him. My strokes also became faster and rougher as I rushed to finish as soon as possible. And shortly after, the boy shook, eyes snapping open while he left out a loud moan and stammered "Uhh… B-Blaine…." The noise itself had me groaning in reply and together with the sight of the boy lying, completely exhausted beneath me with the sticky remains of what we had done on his chest had my erection twitching painfully in the tight constraints of my pants.
Unable to look Kurt in the eye I began to rise to get off the bed, only to have my hand grabbed. "K-Kurt?" I stuttered.
"N-No, not yet. P-Please, I need more." He pleaded.
I froze. "I can't." I can't take your virginity. Not like this.
"Please. We've done so much. Just finish it. Please Blaine. P-Please."
I shook my head, got off the bed and made my way into the nearby bathroom, closing the door behind me. I couldn't do it. Resting my head against the door I heard the broken sobs from outside and I felt my heart crack just that tiny bit more. I looked at my reflection, my messed up hair, my swollen lips and my undone pants. Any other man would have been thrilled at the chance to fuck the young virgin in the next room, but instead I felt dismal and angry at myself. The emotions built as the cries in the next room continued. Don't do it. Please, don't do it. I tried to tell myself but as a silent sob wrecked through my body I realised I couldn't leave him like that.
Kurt had finally confided in me, although not necessarily through words, he had told me how alone he was. How he craved to be held and loved, just this once. And I couldn't just leave him, after all I'd already done, leaving now would probably make the whole thing worse than it already was. Kurt wants this. Kurt needs this. I told myself.
So after much panicked searching, I finally found the condom I had foolishly purchased over a year ago and grabbing the hand lotion that had sat so conveniently on the bathroom counter, I faced the door as my hand hovered shakily above the knob.
I turned the doorknob and entered the room without a second thought. I can do this.
Kurt lay curled feebly on the bed, his limbs shook and his face was streaked with new tears as he made no attempt to cover himself up. I rushed over to him and kissed him once more; the boy gasped in surprise but quickly responded.
"Let me love you." I muttered. I uncapped the hand lotion and swiftly squirted a generous amount onto my finger. I wanted this to end as quickly as possible, but at the same time I wanted Kurt to enjoy it. It was his virginity I was taking, and while he may have currently not cared much for it, I certainly did. His first time deserved to be special and I planned to make sure that it was.
The brunette's body still shook, but the tears had ended, and for that, I was grateful. Reaching behind his body, I felt around for an opening. Circling the tight muscles around it carefully first I felt Kurt shiver from a mixture of pleasure, nerves and anticipation. He had also begun to harden again and I gave him a quick stroke before prodding with my middle finger and slowly slipping it within him.
Muscles instantly tightened around me as the boy squirmed uncomfortably beneath me. "Relax okay." I told him while desperately trying to follow my own instructions. My heart was beating wildly and I surprised that the brunette had yet to hear it, then again, his thoughts were probably focused on something else.
I felt the boy relax and soon a second finger had joined the first. A similar tightening occurred again and I simply smiled in a comforting way before continuing. Separating and stretching my fingers within him, he soon began to loosen and seconds later was responding to my touches by hesitantly pushing against my fingers. A third finger joined the other two and the boy began wildly pushing against me, begging for me to go deeper. I simply smirked and curled my fingers. The response being a silent scream followed by the arching of his back and the clenching of his eyes as his body was overtaken by blinding pleasure.
"You like that?" I asked, already knowing the answer, and the boy could merely whimper and nod in reply as my fingers curled against that spot again.
Withdrawing my fingers caused another whimper and the boy sat silently staring as I disposed of my trousers and boxers before rolling on a condom and coating myself in the lotion. Positioning myself outside his entrance I looked once more into those eyes I had fallen in love with. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked.
"Yes! Please Blaine." He responded and I felt my heart clench a final time.
And then I finally entered him. The heat and incredible tightness caused a loud groan to escape me as I pushed forward. Sweat dripped from my body as I shakily came to a stop, fighting the urges to just pound mercilessly into the body beneath me. Instead I waited and whispered comforting words as a tear of pain slipped down Kurt's cheek. Leaning down, I licked it away and placed a kiss against those moist lips I had come to crave. "It'll go away. The pain will go away. I promise." I whispered and continued to rain a shower of kisses onto the boy's face. Finally the pain turned to discomfort and finally Kurt glanced up through those thick lashes of his and nodded for me to continue.
I withdrew slightly from the boy before plunging into the heat. The brunette groaned beneath me and pushed back against me. Soon we found our rhythm and Kurt reached up to wrap his arms once more around my neck, pulling me into a bruising kiss that muffled our sounds.
Changing my angle slightly I plunged in once more and was rewarded with a surprised scream of pleasure as I hit against that spot within him. Continuing to brush against it turned Kurt into a writhing wreck and all he could do was cling and convulse helplessly whilst I continued my onslaught. His body was being overloaded with sensations and feelings he'd never dared experience before and I knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Fingernails scratched down my back desperately in a way that felt surprisingly pleasurable as Kurt clung to me while attempting to hold control over his body. But he couldn't stop the endless chant of "Blaine. Blaine. Blaine." Or the flood of moans and shrieks that left his mouth when I rotated my hips dangerously and teasingly.
Finally, a scream of pleasure filled the air as Kurt convulsed violently and came all over both himself and me. The wild spasms of his muscles squeezing around me soon had me shuddering and groaning as I also came, a whispered "K-Kurt." Left my lips and I collapsed on top of the skinny boy.
Rolling off him, I pulled out and disposed of the condom. Kurt snuggled against me, breathing slowing as he allowed sleep to overtake him. I guessed that was a good thing, it was better than the awkward and painful moment that would have ensured had he not fallen asleep. Sweat and other sticky remains clung to our skin in ways that reminded me painfully of what we had just done, making me feel both guilty and dirty at the same time.
The smell of sex hung in the air in a taunting way and I wished desperately to undue the events that had taken place over the past two hours. Had I just taken advantage of Kurt? Would he regret it in morning? How will our friendship change? I couldn't lose him. I buried my face into Kurt's bare shoulder and I allowed tears to leak from my eyes.
Darkness enveloped the room, but the steady breathing of Kurt and the pounding of my heart kept me awake as I dreaded the morning.
I really do love you Kurt Hummel. Please forgive me.
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First ever lemon, so be nice.
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