Hi. I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, but never was inspired until I came across this prompt on GKM. I'm working on chapter 9 right now and decided I didn't want to wait any further to begin posting it elsewhere. I'll try to get caught up within the next couple weeks, but life calls. :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this.
Blaine never understood the need for all of Dr. Roberson's teaching assistants to go out together every Friday until his first week under her guidance ended. While she may have been among his favorite professors during his undergraduate studies, working for her was turning out to be more nightmarish than a step into his dream job. She scheduled meetings with the TAs and showed up fifteen minutes late, ordered them around, and made them write up the syllabi and powerpoints for each class she taught. By Tuesday, Lauren and Casey, the other assistants for her classes, were already counting down the days left in the semester. Once Dr. Roberson took off for the weekend, making sure the TAs had their weekend lab assistant schedules down, they made plans to meet at Palisades at 10. Even though Blaine wasn't keen on clubbing, he figured it would be a nice change of pace from his normal plans.
Not that anything Blaine planned ever worked out. If it were up to him, he would be working on his Master's degree at NYU instead of in middle-of-nowhere Lima, Ohio. A toxic relationship his junior year tarnished his GPA and forced his parents to refuse to pay for a place they couldn't keep an eye on him. They blamed Blaine for the Cs he struggled towards when it was all Robbie's fault. He felt fortunate that they accepted his sexuality, unlike the horror stories he'd read before coming out, but they were extremely overprotective due to his condition. Ever since he ended things with Robbie, he spent all his time focusing on school and not other guys.
Except right now there was a boy Blaine had to take a second look at. He recognized him from the Tuesday-Thursday afternoon class…Kurt, was it? He noticed him the first day when Dr. Roberson took attendance thanks to the skintight jeans he wore that day. This evening, though? Kurt must have poured his legs into those pants because they showed off everything.
Lauren noticed Blaine's attention wasn't on her rant about the Organic class she worked with. "Earth to Anderson," she said, snapping her fingers in front of him.
"Huh?" Blaine turned back to his friends. "Sorry, I saw someone I knew over at the bar."
"Tall, pale, and stunning?" she asked. After he nodded, she laughed. "Go buy him a drink."
"Yeah, the worst he can say is he's straight," Casey chimed in.
Blaine sighed. "I kind of can't…he's in my Intro class."
Casey shook his head. "Fuck Deb's rules for once. You haven't gotten any since you left Robbie, right? What you're going to do is hit on that boy and then take him home for a quick A&P review."
"Case…" Blaine hesitated. Casey had been his best friend since their first day freshman year. They bonded after he finally let Blaine down about his own sexuality (his high school sweetheart, Heather, attended Toledo and planned on moving down with him after she graduated in May), and he became the one Blaine went to when he had problems with Robbie.
"He's right. It's the first week, you probably won't do too much damage to your cred, and if he ends up dropping? Then you're free to go out with him."
Blaine glared at Lauren. "Aren't you the stickler for rules, though? Give me one good reason why I should go over and talk to Kurt."
She laughed. "Because Kurt is staring right back at you. He's probably calculating how fast he can get your bow tie undone."
"I hate you both, you know," he said, getting up from the booth.
"Go get him, hot stuff!" Casey called out behind Blaine, who flipped his friends off.
It felt like an eternity walking over to where Kurt was perched at the bar. Once Blaine reached him, he froze. He couldn't do this. Knowing his luck, Kurt probably had a model-esque boyfriend on his way back from the restroom. Blaine was so far out of his league, with his preppy style and gelled down mass of hair and, oh yeah, being his TA.
"It's impolite to stare," a beautiful voice spoke up. Blaine looked up and realized the voice belonged to Kurt.
"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, "I just wanted to come say hi and, you know, make sure you're enjoying everything."
Kurt nodded. "Blaine, right? Yeah, everything's fine."
Blaine exhaled. "Good. Can I buy you another drink?" he asked, motioning towards the empty glass in front of Kurt.
"Sure." Kurt flashed a smile that Blaine was certain melted his brain.
He quickly got the bartender's attention to get another drink for Kurt (Captain and Diet, it turned out to be) and replace the Yuengling he left over at the table.
Getting to know Kurt was a breeze. He was 21, grew up in Lima, and had plans to go to New York himself after high school, but, as he muttered, "Things happened and now two years later I'm starting college."
"Yeah, don't I know it," Blaine said. "I should be out there too."
"Oh, yeah? Doing what?"
"Same thing I'm doing here at Lima U. I graduated in the spring with a B.S. in Biology and I'm now working on my Master's. I always wanted to go to NYU, but my parents aren't quite ready to let me go that far away yet."
Kurt took a sip of his drink. "What brought you to Biology?" he asked.
"I want to go into studying genetics. You know, what makes humans so different from one another," Blaine responded, a little closed off. It was the truth, but really he wanted to study why his body was different from most others. "What's your major? You don't strike me as someone who wants to stick around Michaels Hall for four years or more."
"Journalism. When I finally get to New York, I'm going to be the next Anna Wintour."
Blaine laughed. "With or without the book based on your life?"
"With, if they turn it into a film and cast one of the Hemsworth boys in my place."
"I can see that," he replied, taking a final swig of his beer. "So would you like to dance?"
Kurt nodded, grabbing Blaine's hand and guiding him to the floor. It didn't take long for Blaine to become infatuated with Kurt's body. He could tell it was nice before, but once they were moving around, it became a drug to him. Kurt was long and lean, moving in precisely the right ways. Several songs later, watching wasn't enough. Blaine needed to ifeel/i Kurt. He slowly brought his hands down Kurt's torso and settled them on the curve of his ass, gently pulling him closer. It appeared to be a welcome move as Kurt responded by kissing Blaine, first sweet then gradually becoming more daring as he flicked his tongue along Blaine's lips, asking for entrance.
Kurt finally pulled back after a minute. "Can we get out of here?" he panted.
Blaine nodded. "Yeah. Did you drive here? I didn't and need to tell my friends if so."
"That's fine as long as we head to your place. I still live with my parents and don't really want to worry them by bringing home my professor the first week of class."
"Assistant, but I understand," Blaine chuckled. "Luckily for us, I happen to have a one-bedroom apartment on Wilcott, so nobody will be around to disrupt us."
They split so Kurt could pay his tab and Blaine could let Lauren and Casey know he was leaving. They were all too excited, Casey fistbumping a quickly embarrassed Blaine. Kurt met him at the door and they walked out into the late August heat.
Kurt easily followed the directions to Blaine's apartment and arrived in five minutes. Blaine was thankful he didn't live any farther away because he probably would have jumped Kurt at a stop sign.
"Second floor," he said running out of the car, Kurt quickly following. He struggled to get the security door unlocked. Once it opened, they rushed up the steps and down the corridor until Blaine stopped in front of apartment 24. His door was easier to get open and soon they were inside, lips mashed together and articles of clothing flying across the living room. Blaine finally guided Kurt towards his bedroom.
"What do you want?" Kurt panted out.
Blaine could feel Kurt's cock hard against his thigh. "You inside me," he said. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.
Kurt hastily grabbed the lube. As he slicked up his fingers, Blaine took hold of his wrist. "Wait, two things before we do this."
"Okay?" Kurt gave him a puzzled look.
"One, will you go out with me next Friday? Because I don't do one night stands."
The laugh that escaped Kurt's mouth warmed Blaine. "Of course I will. And the second?"
"This doesn't get to Dr. Roberson. I'm not supposed to date any student, but you…there's no way I can't get to know you. And once I do, I know waiting until December for more of this will be impossible."
Kurt answered by pressing another kiss to Blaine's mouth and teasing his fingers around his hole. Blaine arched up at the pressure, allowing Kurt the chance to enter. "God, Blaine, so tight, so good," Kurt murmured into his neck.
Blaine felt a third finger begin to enter and he hissed. "Hold on, Kurt. It's been a while so I need a few moments."
"Anything you want," Kurt replied. He waited to continue until Blaine gave him a look saying he was ready. The additional pressure inside him stung, but only in the best way. Kurt crooked his fingers around, stretching Blaine out. Once Kurt felt he was ready, the fingers disappeared. Blaine closed his eyes, listening to the rip of the foil packet and snap of the bottle cap while Kurt readied himself.
Nothing could have prepared Blaine for when Kurt was finally inside him. He may not have been so experienced, only sleeping with three men before now, but this was an experience in itself. Every thrust sent a spark up his spine. After Kurt came, he quickly removed the condom before taking Blaine's cock into his hand. He could barely hold on, moaning loudly while he released.
Trying to get his body back to normal, Blaine looked at Kurt. "Thank you," he whispered, quite out of breath. "Just thank you."
"Anytime," Kurt replied, kissing Blaine's forehead. "I don't know how you feel about what happens afterwards, but I sort of need to get home before my dad freaks out."
"Yeah, that's okay. I like cuddling, but I understand."
Kurt began blushing. "I do too. I, um, I guess I'll see you in class?"
Blaine nodded. "Have a good weekend, Kurt."
"You too, Blaine," he said, kissing him one last time before he grabbed his boxers and retreated to the living room where the rest of his clothes were.
Blaine laid in bed a few minutes after he heard the front door close. Once he felt he could move, he got up to shower. Coming back into his bedroom, he grabbed his phone from the pants long ago discarded and noticed an unfamiliar text.
From: 419-555-3495
I probably should have given my # before leaving but at least yours was on the syllabus. Thank you for tonight. :)
Yeah, this was going to be an interesting semester, all right.