A/N Okay, I'm SUPPOSED to be working on Their Love is Out of This World right now, and I am trying to, but I can't seem to concentrate on it for more than five minutes, so I decided to start another story (yes, I know, I need to finish up some of my other stories, too! Feel free to throw wet noodles at me!)
The idea for these four One Shot stories comes from Lori Foster, who wrote three short stories and a book about the Winston Brothers, Chase, Cole, and Mack, and their cousin, Zane. I decided to rewrite the stories with Kurt and Blaine. There will be four chapters, each one takes place in the same setting, but each one will be a separate story! I Hope you Enjoy!
Reviews Always Welcome!
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Tangled Sheets
He was Not going to spend another Valentine's Day as a virgin. Twenty six years was long enough to live with That condition, thank you very much.
The problem was, the only guy he wanted was the most popular guy in town. Blaine Anderson and his older brother, Cooper, owned Two Bros Bar and Grill, the most crowded place in town every weekend. They'd bought the bar after the death of their parents in a car accident four years ago, and it had instantly become a hit, more for the two good looking owners than for the food, though the food was excellent as well. Blaine had only just turned twenty one at the time, and Cooper had been about to turn thirty.
Both Blaine and Cooper were very handsome, and were generally well liked by all. The women flocked to the bar just to ogle them, although it was strictly look, don't touch now with Cooper, who had married Zoey last summer. And of course where the women went, the guys were sure to follow, guaranteeing that Two Bros was always doing good business. Blaine had a constant string of women (and men) flirting with him, and the devilishly handsome man flirted back with all of them. Kurt knew he didn't stand a chance with the curly haired man, but he could dream.
Kurt sat down at his usual table in the back corner, close enough to the bar that he could watch Blaine as he served the customers sitting there, but far enough out of the crowd not to be too conspicuous. He'd barely taken his seat when the handsome bartender set a cup of hot chocolate in front of him.
"Hi, Kurt! How was work?"
Kurt smiled shyly, looking at the cup of hot chocolate as Blaine tipped a can of whipped cream to it, piling the fluffy white yumminess high. "It was okay. Isabelle has a new line coming out next week, so I've been designing the new display."
Kurt was the assistant manager at the lingerie shop, Leather and Lace, and studied fashion design at Parsons. He'd designed a lot of the clothes he wore, layering each outfit to accentuate his body perfectly.
"That's great," Blaine said as Kurt took a spoon to the whipped cream, and brought the creamy treat to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick at it like a kitten. "So did you hear about the Valentine's contest? Winner gets free dinners and drinks for a year, and all you have to do is take a selfie with either Cooper or me and post it on the Two Bros website. Customers will vote on the cutest picture, and we'll hang it over the bar."
Kurt blushed. "Yeah, I heard. I'm not very photogenic, though. But my cousin might enter."
Blaine frowned. "Your cousin?"
"Yeah, Carson. He's in town visiting for a few days, and I told him about it. He's coming to karaoke tonight. He's much more outgoing than I am. You might like him...I mean, as friends."
Kurt could have kicked himself. He'd only known Blaine for about half a year since moving here, and didn't really know anything about him other than the fact that he was very friendly, and flirted with everyone. Kurt wasn't even sure if he was gay or not, he literally flirted with everyone. Maybe he was bi. Maybe he was just a natural flirt and didn't even realize he was doing it.
Blaine's smile seemed to slip a little, but he just shrugged. "Well, he's welcome to enter, but you really should enter, too, Kurt. I think you're underestimating your self!"
Kurt blushed more, but shook his head. "Carson will be in later tonight. He'll enter."
Before Blaine could respond, Cooper called out. "Hey Squirt, I could use a hand getting these orders out!"
Blaine nodded at his brother to let him know he'd heard, but turned back to Kurt. "I gotta go for now, but think about it, Kurt. Please?"
…
Blaine managed to catch up on the dinner time rush, getting the food out and filling drinks, but out of the corner of his eye he was very aware of Kurt sitting in the corner, slowly nursing his cup of hot chocolate. He'd been hyper aware of the pale man for the past seven months, two weeks, and four days since he'd moved here.
He'd always been dressed impeccably in what looked like designer outfits, although Blaine couldn't specify which designers the clothes were, and had recently began to suspect the man had made the clothes himself. The clothes were probably meant to be modest, but the way they clung lovingly to each curve gave Blaine some pretty hot fantasies about stripping away those layers and revealing the perfect form underneath.
It had been ninety five degrees out the first time Kurt had come in, and Blaine had been surprised when all he had ordered was a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream. And he came back the next night, and the next, always sitting in the same spot, and ordering the same thing.
At first Blaine had simply been curious about the new guy in town, but after the fourth night in a row of watching the auburn haired man daintily licking the whipped cream from the spoon, Blaine found himself wishing that tongue was licking something else.
An unopened can of whipped cream suddenly appeared in front of his face, and he blinked to find Cooper standing beside him. "Go on, you know you want to make a meal out of him. Might as well make it dessert."
Blaine rolled his eyes at the older Anderson brother. "He'd run away screaming. He's so shy."
"Uh huh," Cooper said. "Then maybe you should stop drooling all over him like a hot fudge sundae. Is he going to enter the contest?"
Blaine groaned in frustration. Cooper had come up with the idea for the contest as a way to help his little brother get the guy of his fantasies. Most of the customers were in on it, and would make sure Kurt won, but it would only work if Kurt actually entered.
"He said his cousin, Carson will be in later tonight to enter. He doesn't think he's 'photogenic' enough to win."
"Well that sucks. But there's still two weeks until Valentine's Day. We'll just have to convince him. Maybe Zoey can use her charms on him."
Blaine just shrugged and set a margarita in front of one of their regulars. When he glanced back to Kurt's usual seat, the glasz eyed man was gone. Sighing in frustration, he focused on the customers at the bar for the next hour, until it was time for Karaoke to start. Every Friday and Saturday night, Blaine's college friend, Nick came in and set up his equipment, and everyone had a fun time.
As always, Rachel, the local real estate agent, was the first one in line. Blaine had to admit, the woman had talent, but someone needed to update her wardrobe. Did she really expect people to take her seriously wearing school girl skirts, animal print sweaters, Alice bands and Mary Janes?
As she belted out You're Gonna Love Me, Blaine wiped down the bar, barely paying attention until someone cleared their throat.
He pasted on a smile and turned to the customer, only to have his jaw drop. The man standing there was perfection from the impeccably coiffed auburn hair to the black cuffed ankle boots, and everything in between. The legs that seemed to go on forever were encased in tight blue jeans that looked like they could have been painted on. An even tighter (if that was even possible) black tshirt perfectly outlined a washboard stomach, and was topped with a black leather jacket. And was that eyeliner he was wearing?
Blaine almost swallowed his tongue when he spoke. "Kurt? You look..."
The pale man laughed and shook his head. "You must be Blaine," A faint accent that Blaine thought might be Creole dripped from his luscious looking lips. "My cousin has told me so much about you. I'm Carson Williams."
Blaine blinked. This was Kurt's cousin? Wow. "Wow, the family resemblance is remarkable."
Carson smirked. "So, Kurt said you have Karaoke on Friday nights. Where do I sign up?"
"You sing?" Blaine was having trouble getting his mind around the fact that this was not in fact Kurt.
The other man shrugged. "Only one way to find out."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at that, and led the new comer over to where Nick was manning the music, and handed him one of the song books.
"Thanks," Carson said, smiling flirtatiously at Blaine. "Kurt says you sing like an angel. Maybe we could do a duet."
Blaine blushed and stammered. He'd fantasized about singing with Kurt, and had to remind himself that this was Kurt's cousin, who was only in town visiting. "Uh, maybe. So, uh where are you from?"
"New Orleans, originally, but I live in New York now."
"New York? Well, that's a bit of a change. Why did you leave New Orleans?"
Carson shrugged. "I didn't find what I was looking for in New Orleans."
Blaine raised an eyebrow, curious. "And what was that?"
The taller man smiled and leaned in close. "Love." He breathed against Blaine's ear, and then twirled away to hand his song selection to Nick.
…
Kurt's heart was pounding. Surely Blaine would see right through this charade. When he'd come up with this plan, he knew it would be risky, but he'd studied acting enough to convince himself that he could do this. He just had to keep the act up long enough to entice Blaine into bed, lose his damn virginity, and then 'Carson' could go back to New York, never to see Blaine again, and Kurt could have this one wonderful memory to hold on to through the long, lonely years...
He needed to stop thinking like that, and start thinking like Carson, or he'd lose his nerve and run away, just like he always did.
When he glanced back after giving the DJ his song selection, he caught Blaine staring at his ass. Kurt would have stammered and turned away, but Carson was supposed to be confident and outgoing. He had to be Carson right now. He smirked, and turned slowly, letting the other man admire the view.
"I'm thirsty, maybe I should get a drink before my turn."
Blaine's eyes shot up to his face, blushing at being caught staring. "Uh sure, what would you like?"
It was on the tip of Kurt's tongue to order hot chocolate, but knew that would give him away. What would Carson order?
I have no clue, you made him up, idiot, he thought to himself.
"Surprise me," He said, his voice just a little breathier than usual.
…
Blaine slid back behind the bar, and wanted to slap himself. Was he really that fickle that he'd forget about Kurt, the man he'd been dreaming about for over half a year, just because another guy looked good in a pair of jeans? Kurt, whose shy smile and blush made him feel warm and happy, even when he was having a bad day. Whose soft laugh made Blaine want to do something to make him laugh more, just so he could listen to it. He hadn't even really looked at another guy since the day Kurt walked into his life.
Carson was hot in his jeans and leather, but he wasn't Kurt. Blaine mixed a rum and coke, and set it before Kurt's cousin, with a friendly smile, but putting just a little distance between him and the other man.
"Does Kurt sing too?" He asked as he resumed wiping the bar.
Carson hesitated a moment after taking a sip of the drink before answering. "Only in the shower. He's a great guy, but a bit of a stick in the mud I'm afraid."
Blaine frowned. Kurt wasn't a stick in the mud, and he didn't like this guy implying it, even if he was Kurt's cousin. He was about to say something about it, when Nick called the auburn haired man up to the stage.
The pale man downed his drink, and then winked at Blaine before taking the mic.
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever (you give me fever) when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight (you give me fever)
Fever in the mornin'
Fever all through the night
Blaine was shell shocked as Carson's voice caressed him like silk. The man was absolutely perfect. But he wasn't Kurt.
Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
'Cause I know you're gonna treat me right
You give me fever (You give me fever) when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight (You give me fever)
Fever in the mornin'
Fever all through the night (Wow!)
Everybody's got the fever
That is somethin' you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long time ago
"Damn, I didn't know Kurt could sing!" Cooper said from Blaine's side. "And when did he start dressing like that?"
Blaine couldn't look away from the man on stage. "That's not Kurt," he said, his voice sounding a little rough. "That's his cousin, Carson."
"Really?"
Baby, turn on your love light (Yeah, yeah)
Let it shine on me (Yeah, yeah)
Well, baby, turn on your love light (Yeah, yeah)
And let it shine on me (Yeah, yeah)
Well, just a little bit higher (Yeah, yeah)
And just a little bit brighter, baby (Yeah, yeah)
Ow!
Blaine's pulse began to race as glasz locked on to his hazel eyes and didn't turn away.
You give me fever (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You give me fever (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You give me fever (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You give me fever
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever when we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever I'm on fire
Fever yea I burn forsooth
Blaine's mind was losing the war with his body as he found himself wanting the man with the seductive voice. He knew that nothing could become of it but a one night stand. Carson wasn't from here. And he wasn't Kurt. Blaine felt a brief pang of guilt as he thought that maybe he could pretend, just for one night, that it was Kurt...
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said "Daddy oh don't you dare"
"He gives me fever with his kisses"
"Fever when he holds me tight"
"Fever, I'm his missus"
"Daddy won't you treat him right?"
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
We give you fever when we kiss you
Fever if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
…
Kurt finished the song, never taking his eyes off Blaine. He could see that the other man was aroused, knew that all he had to do was get the shorter man alone, and they'd end up kissing, and hopefully much more.
Courage, he told himself, and walked back toward the bar, pulling the Carson persona more tightly around himself as he smirked, and leaned across the bar. "So, Kurt told me about the selfie competition you're having. All I have to do is take a picture of myself with you?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, and post it on the bar's website."
"Well, do we have to take the picture here, or can we do it somewhere more...private?"
…
Blaine kept trying to tell himself that this wasn't Kurt, but his body kept telling him to shut up and kiss him. Somewhere along the line, his brain had dropped out of the argument, because before he realized what he was doing, words tumbled out of his mouth.
"We could go back to my place."
They walked the block and a half to Blaine's apartment in relative silence, Blaine only asking the other man if the leather jacket he was wearing was warm enough for the cold February night. Carson merely shrugged.
As Blaine dug out his key at the door, Carson leaned against the door frame, facing him. As the key turned in the lock, the auburn haired man leaned forward and kissed Blaine, and he knew he was lost.
He kissed the other man back, hungrily, as he walked him backwards into the apartment and closed the door.
…
Oh Gaga, what have I done? Kurt thought as he hurriedly dressed Saturday morning. Blaine was still sound asleep on the bed, tangled up in the sheets, naked. He'd thought that if he could just have Blaine once, he'd be content for the rest of his life, that he could live off the memory.
But making love to Blaine had only made him crave the other man even more. They had had sex three times last night, and if the light of day hadn't slammed home the reality of the situation, Kurt didn't know what he'd have done. Beg Blaine to let him stay? Refuse to leave until he got the other man out of his system?
But he knew that would never happen. He'd fallen in love with the darker man after they'd made love the first time. Blaine had been so caring and loving, and had cleaned them both up afterwards. Kurt probably should have left then, but Blaine had snuggled down beside him, and he had felt so safe and warm, he'd fallen asleep, only to be awakened a couple hours later by Blaine kissing his neck.
"I'm in so much trouble!" He muttered to himself as he quietly let himself out of Blaine's apartment, not wanting to wake the other man. He ran the four blocks to his own tiny cottage that he'd inherited from his grandmother. It was nearly seven when he got home. He was supposed to be at the shop by eight, but he couldn't face anyone today.
He called Isabelle and said he wasn't feeling well, that he was really tired and was going to go back to bed. She was very understanding, and told him not to worry about it. After he hung up, he slipped into the bathroom to shower, but stopped and stared at himself in the mirror, shocked by what he saw.
His hair was mussed up, and looked like he'd just...well been doing what he had been doing last night. His lips were red and kiss swollen, and there was a hickey under his left ear. Oh Gaga, he looked debauched. He was definitely no longer an innocent little virgin.
In a state of shock, he slipped into the shower, not noticing the tears running down his face.
…
Blaine cursed as he almost fell trying to get his jeans on. Last night had been the most incredible night of his life, and the most miserable. When he had woken up this morning to find that Carson had slipped away while he was sleeping, he'd begun to think that maybe he'd demanded too much of the other man.
He knew that this could never be anything more than a one night stand (or maybe a two night stand, since he thought Kurt had said his cousin would be in town for a couple of days.) Carson would eventually return to New York. Last night should have just been about mutual gratification, but Blaine had lost himself in the pleasure of the other man's body, and the fact that he looked so much like his Kurt...
Oh god, Kurt. Had Carson told Kurt what had happened? Would Kurt hate him now for throwing himself at his cousin? He needed to talk to Carson. He needed to talk to Kurt. He threw his jacket on as he locked his door behind him, and then stopped. He had no clue where Kurt lived. He realized there was so much he didn't know about Kurt. But he did know he worked for Isabelle, who was a friend of Zoey's. He knew where Isabelle's shop was.
He drove to Leather and Lace, thinking it ironic that Kurt worked in a lingerie shop. He smiled at the shop owner as he asked to talk to Kurt.
"Kurt isn't in today. He called in saying he wasn't feeling well, and that he hadn't gotten much sleep."
"Oh," Blaine said. What time had Carson slipped away? They had made love the third time around two AM. Had he slipped away then? Woken Kurt up when he got home, and kept him awake talking about how Blaine had been too clingy and needy? "I hope his cousin didn't keep him awake."
The woman looked at him in confusion. "Kurt doesn't have any cousins. The only family he has left is his Dad and stepmother, who live in Lima."
Blaine frowned. "Are you sure? I could have sworn Kurt told me last night that his cousin was visiting..."
"I'm positive. I've known him for years. Both of his parents were only children. His mom died when he was eight, and his dad remarried when he was in high school. He had a stepbrother, but he passed away a few years ago."
Blaine's mind was a whirlwind of chaos. "Oh, I must have misheard him. Excuse me, I need to get back to..." his words trailed off as he made his way out of the store. The drive back to the bar was a blur. All he could think was Kurt didn't have a cousin. And if Kurt didn't have a cousin, then Carson was Kurt.
He'd made love to Kurt. At first the thought made him grin. He'd made love to Kurt! The man he'd half been in love with for the past seven months. He'd had mind blowing sex with Kurt!
And then the smile faded from his face. He'd made love to Kurt, and Kurt had slipped away while Blaine was sleeping. Had he been disappointed by the sex? Or had Blaine just been too clingy? Had Kurt only been interested in a one night stand, and now that he'd had his fling, he would find some other guy to lure in with that innocent act?
He hadn't looked so innocent dressed up as Carson. He'd looked like sin incarnate. Blaine frowned as anger began to fill him. What kind of game was Kurt playing? How many guys had he pulled this on. Pretend to be all shy and innocent to hook the guys in, to tease them, make them care, and then send them off to 'Carson' to finish the deal, only to leave them wanting more?
He'd thought they'd had a real connection last night, after the first time...His frown deepened. Now that his mind wasn't addled by desire, he really thought about the first time. Carson had seemed so confident and sure of himself, right up to the point when Blaine had begun to enter him, and then he'd seemed to tense up, as if he didn't know what he was doing...
"Oh my god!" Blaine could have kicked himself. Kurt had been a virgin! Blaine had taken Kurt's virginity, and then he'd been insatiable and taken him two more times! Kurt must have been feeling so abused this morning! He'd seemed willing enough each time, but maybe he just felt like he couldn't say no.
Blaine growled in frustration. Kurt certainly hadn't acted like he wanted to say no. Blaine was sure that the other man had not only eagerly embraced Blaine's advances the second time, but had actually initiated it the third time.
Blaine knew he wouldn't get any answer until he saw Kurt again. The man always showed up at exactly six fifteen every night except Sundays, when the bar was closed. Would he show up tonight?
…
Kurt slipped into his usual corner seat like clockwork. He'd almost talked himself out of coming, but had managed to convince himself that there was no way Blaine could know it was him he'd slept with, and that if he didn't show up, it might make the other man suspicious.
He almost jumped out of his skin when Blaine slid his usual cup of hot chocolate in front of him. "Hi, Kurt! How was work?"
The tone of voice was different today, and Kurt studied the other man surreptitiously under his lashes for a moment. But the other man just gave him the same smile as he gave him every day. The same smile he gave everyone.
"It...it was fine." His heart skipped a beat as Blaine sat down across from him before leaning forward to add way more whipped cream to his cup than usual.
"That's good. So, uh, will Carson be coming back tonight? He asked me last night to sing a duet with him, but we didn't get the chance."
"Oh," Kurt almost felt disappointed that Blaine sounded so eager to see 'Carson' again, but then again, they had made love so passionately last night. Perhaps Blaine was hoping for a repeat? Kurt had to hide the blush as the thought that maybe he could have Blaine for one more night had his body reacting. "I'm not sure. Maybe. I can ask him."
"Great, thanks! And maybe you'd like to stick around for karaoke tonight too? And don't think I've given up on getting you to enter the contest! Carson forgot to take his selfie last night, too. Hey, Maybe the two of you could pose together with me. Or Cooper, if you prefer!"
"What? Oh, um, no, no. I'll leave the contest to Carson. I-I'm sure he'll be back tonight."
"Great!" Blaine said, standing. "I have to get back to work, but tell Carson I can't wait to see him again. Oh, and by the way, I love that scarf!"
Kurt tried to breathe, but it was hard with the lump in his throat as tears threatened to fall again.
…
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cooper's voice cut through Blaine's thoughts as he served up beers and cocktails.
"What do you mean, Coop?"
"I mean, you've been pining and moping over Kurt for months, and this morning I see Kurt's cousin leaving your apartment at dawn, looking thoroughly used?"
Blaine couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. "No, you didn't."
Cooper looked confused by the response. "No, I didn't what?"
"You didn't see Kurt's cousin leaving my apartment this morning."
"Are you saying I didn't see with my own two eyes a guy who looked exactly like Kurt leave your apartment? I think I know what Kurt looks like."
"Yes, you know what Kurt looks like. But Kurt doesn't have a cousin!"
Cooper's frown deepened. "But you...Oh!"
"Oh is right."
"But why?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know, but I am going to find out, tonight."
Cooper nudged him with his shoulder. "Good luck, Squirt."
"Thanks, Coop."
…
Kurt stopped just feet from Two Bros' door, doubts assailing him. Was he really going to do this again? Was he going to put himself through the emotional wringer just for a few stolen moments with Blaine? Was it worth the tears? His mind said no, but his heart was screaming yes! One last time. He took a deep breath, and let himself slip into the Carson Persona. Feeling the confident smirk find it's place on his face, he reached out and opened the door, stepping inside.
The bar was more crowded than usual tonight, but Kurt saw Blaine glance up at him as he entered. The curly haired man smiled and waved.
"Hi Carson! Glad you could make it tonight!"
"Well, with a promise of a duet, how could I refuse?" Blaine set a drink in front of him.
"Well, I wasn't sure you'd be here, after you slipped out this morning."
Kurt took a drink before answering. Of course Blaine would want to know why he'd left. "I'm sorry about that. I just didn't want Kurt to worry about me this morning, but you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to disturb you."
"Well, if that's all it was," Blaine said, grinning. "I hope you don't mind, I picked out a song for us to sing."
"Oh?" Kurt asked curiously.
"It's a surprise!"
Kurt smiled. "Well, let's hope it's something I know!"
"Oh, I'm sure you do!"
Blaine moved down the bar to fill a couple of orders, and Kurt sipped at his drink, trying to settle his nerves. It wasn't long before the DJ was calling the two of them to the stage, and Kurt had to smile when he heard the music begin. Blaine indicated that he should go first, and Kurt began to sing.
There ain't no reason you and me should be alone
Tonight yeah baby, tonight yeah baby
But I got a reason that you-hoo should take me home tonight
Blaine joined him for the next line.
I need a man that makes it right when it's so wrong
Tonight yeah baby, tonight yeah baby
Right on the limit's where we know we both belong tonight
It's time to feel the rush to push the dangerous
I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you
Where we'll both fall far in love
I'm on the edge of glory and I'm hangin' on a moment of truth
Out on the edge of glory and I'm hangin' on a moment with you
The crowd cheered as they sang, and Kurt felt the excitement build inside him as they sang and flirted on stage. He could see it in Blaine's eyes too.
Thirty minutes later they were back at Blaine's apartment, and while the tension was there, the urgency wasn't as strong tonight.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Blaine offered. Kurt just nodded and slipped off the leather jacket and draped it over the back of the couch as the shorter man went into the kitchen to fix them something.
"I like your apartment."
"Thanks," Blaine said, setting a tray on the coffee table, and pouring them each a cup of hot chocolate. Kurt hesitated before taking the cup offered to him.
"Hang on, can't have hot chocolate without whipped cream,'' Blaine said.
"Oh, yeah, at least that's what Kurt always says," Kurt emphasized the name, trying to draw attention away from himself, or from Carson, rather, as Blaine added a generous amount of the foamy cream to his cup.
Kurt hesitated again once Blaine had finished adding the cream. Usually he used a spoon to eat the whipped cream off the top, but that was Kurt. He was supposed to be Carson right now. He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip.
Blaine grinned at him. "You have whipped cream on your nose." And before Kurt realized what the other man intended, Blaine had leaned in and licked it off. "Delicious." and then their lips were joined, and Blaine moaned into his mouth. " MMM, you taste like chocolate!" He pulled back a little, and then picked up the can of whipped cream. "I think we can make it even better. Open your mouth!"
Kurt giggled. "What?"
"Come on, open your mouth!" When Kurt had done so, Blaine sprayed a generous dollop of cream on to his tongue. And then he was kissing him again. "Oh god! So Sweet!" He said between kisses. "You taste so good, Kurt!"
Kurt was too over whelmed by the drugging kisses to realize what Blaine had just said, and soon they were naked, and in Blaine's bed. Kurt crying out in pleasure as Blaine made love to him.
As his orgasm sent him spiraling into the abyss, he heard Blaine whisper, "I love you, Kurt!"
…
Kurt woke to find Hazel eyes looking down at him, and suddenly he realized that Blaine had called him by name. Kurt, not Carson. The panic must have showed in his eyes, because Blaine just smiled.
"So, I talked to Isabelle yesterday, and according to her, You don't have a cousin."
"You...you're not mad? Or...disappointed?"
"Well, I am a little disappointed. That you didn't notice how you affected me. I think I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you. But you were so shy and skittish, I was afraid I'd scare you away if I asked you out, so I tried to treat you like everyone else, but I've never felt this way about anyone else, Kurt."
Kurt blushed and looked away. "But are you disappointed that I'm not Carson? Someone bold enough to dress a little...sexy for you, and has the confidence to match yours?"
Blaine laughed, and kissed him. "You are sexy, Kurt Hummel! I love your outfits, and look forward to seeing what you are wearing every day, and fantasizing about how to get all those layers off you! Don't get me wrong, what Carson wore was definitely Hot, and if you want to dress like that every once in a while, I won't discourage it! But frankly, Kurt, you could wear a sack cloth and I'd still find you sexy!"
Kurt bit his lip as the blush spread. "You said you loved me."
"I did. And I was kind of hoping you loved me, too."
Glasz eyes slowly turned to look up at melted gold, and Kurt smiled shyly. "I do."
Blaine smiled back, and kissed him once again.