"Under Your Skin"
Summary: It all began with his innocent baby penguin comment. Then came the ridiculous teasing. Kurt Hummel is out to prove that he is not THAT innocent. That he could also be dirty and sexy. What else could be better than express it through a song? He was in a glee club, after all.
Disclaimer: *locks up closet* Nope. I do not own any of the Glee babies. And no, I did not just lock up Blaine and Kurt—damn it Blaine! *kicks closet* be quiet and make out with Kurt already!
How did this all begin, again?
'Oh yeah', a porcelain skinned counter tenor reminisced bitterly. 'It was around the time that the Warblers tried being 'sexy' and I admitted to Blaine that I have a knowledge of a baby frickin' penguin when it came to se-se-intercourse. 'He flushed at that thought.
But then, after that, as he vaguely remembered, Burt had embarrassingly given him the talk (to which Kurt would never understand how his Father had the sudden need to converse with him about…that) and he highly was in suspicion of a rather rugged curly soloist in the involvement.
Moving on, afterwards, he and Blaine got into a fight about Blaine's sexuality. Of course, out of all people, he would understand about the sudden confusion of one's gender—everybody has been in that phase already. And the reason why Kurt did that was because of…dare he say it, jealousy. Fortunately, the love of his life stayed 100% happy, rainbow-y, and not stereotypically gay (what? So he liked football.) Although the sight of a hobbit (coughRachelcough) kissing her fellow hobbit—Frodo (he was cute. He was talking about Blaine, of course) would forever burn at the back of his mind.
The graceful counter tenor made a face as he remembered the GAP attack, Jeremiah's nest of a hair, and his first ever "Lonely Hearts dinner" wherein they sang Paul McCartney's Silly Love Songs, a personal favorite of Blaine's. A jealous confrontation, Pavarotti's death, and a rather unexpected duet proposal later—they made it. Blaine and Kurt. Kurt and Blaine. Blurt—Klaine, as Wes and David put it.
Kurt shook his head as he reached for his moisturizing cream. He had sat there, in front of his vanity mirror, for how long, reminiscing the rather eventful year. It was all fine and dandy but—he sighed. Squirting some vanilla-scented cream, he stared at his reflection.
Did he really look that innocent?
It was one of those Saturday afternoons in the Hummel-Hudson house wherein it was hot, lazy, and peaceful. Kurt Hummel, in all his simple Likes Boys shirt and tight skinny jeans glory, was lying down on his stomach, flipping through his most recent Vogue issue, with some Rent soundtracks playing in the background.
Suddenly, a rather adorable squishy tuxedo-wearing penguin plushie was shoved in front of his face.
"Surprise", a smooth voice breathed in his ear.
Now that gave him a shiver. The counter tenor jerked upwards and was forced to land on a girly sitting position by the foot of his bed.
On the other hand, Blaine was chuckling.
"Blaine! You scared me!" Kurt panted—voice still a bit too high from the shock. His curly haired boyfriend grinned at him mischievously before stooping down to plant a sweet soft kiss unto his lips. That turned into a passionate yet loving kissing session a few seconds later.
"I'm sorry about that", Blaine smiled against his lips. When he pulled away, Kurt was feeling a bit dazed. He realized that he would never ever get over the simple pleasures of kissing. "Your bedroom door was opened and Finn was on his way out when I came…"
"Yeah", the taller smiled back, "Dad's in the shop while Carole's working her shifts. They'll both grab dinner together outside though. And Finn told me that he'll be at Rachel's for dinner again."
"So…It's just you and me then?" Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Kurt giggled at that, before he smacked his arm playfully. "Get your head out of the gutter Blaine Warbler! Tell me, what the hell is this?" He raised the forgotten stuffed toy to his boyfriend's line of sight.
Biting his lower lip, the lead soloist eyeing his gorgeous, gorgeous boyfriend. "If I tell you, would you make out with me some more?"
Blood rushed to his cheeks. Rolling his eyes, Kurt nevertheless nodded.
"I bought that impulsively at the store today because it reminded me of you."
Tilting his head, the taller glanced at him with curious blue eyes.
Blaine shook his head. "'The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets'", he quoted with a smug smirk on his face. Seconds later, Kurt threw the plushie at him.
Why the hell was he dating Blaine Warbler Anderson again?
Kurt Hummel may not be a man.
But he was a man of his word.
Seeing as how this was a rare opportunity for the both of them, what with the house empty just for the two of them, Kurt knew that this was the perfect chance for him to show to Blaine how much he missed him ever since the two separated schools.
And sure it was difficult. The moment that Kurt was not with Blaine was like comparing…Winnie without Tigger and Mickey without Minnie or even Ginny without Harry (what? So Blaine got him to watch all seven of the Harry Potter movies)! Sure, the distance of Westerville and Lima was just like two hours away. And Blaine got Kurt after school and on the weekends…
But hey, they were teenagers. Hormone-induced teenagers.
They popped in a movie, Pretty Woman (one of Kurt's all-time favorites), and both were snugly wrapped around each other. The countertenor was cozily leaning against the other, snuggling to the warmth. And Blaine had his arm around his adorable boyfriend. Once in a while, they would sneak glances at each other, and then when caught, they would smile sheepishly, rub their noses affectionately, and then give each other a kiss.
A moment later, however, Kurt was straddling Blaine, his hands tugging his wild curls harshly as both of them locked lips in a passionate frenzy. Lips moved hurriedly, hands exploring whatever skin they could touch, tongues dancing, teeth nibbling and biting, and muffled moans and pleased gasps filled the room along with the forgotten movie playing in the background.
"Blaine", he panted as he felt his boyfriend shower his neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, and then slyly opened the first two buttons of Kurt's shirt, and then eagerly nipped, licked, and sucked on the white flawless skin that was just begging to be marked.
When all of a sudden, Blaine pulled away from him, making the other whine in protest. Kurt tried to pull him in again, only to be gently stopped by him. "Blaine", Kurt protested again, kissing his jaw as he persuaded the other to continue. "Blaine, come on, please", he hotly begged in his ear.
Shuddering, the soloist smoothly pushed him off of his lap. He knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself if Kurt pulled another trick on him while he was straddling him. And of course, there was still the case of Burt Hummel. So if Blaine still wanted to live, with complete body parts, with unshaved head, with his dick still attached, he knew he should nowhere fuck the living daylights out of Burt Hummel's son without his permission.
"We should…cool off", Blaine suggested.
"But why?" Kurt couldn't help but whimper. "I missed you Blaine. I want to touch you. Don't you want to touch me too?"
Sweet, Jesus. Fuck.
Kurt Hummel was going to be the death of him.
"I do, sweetie. It's just that…I don't want to push you into doing anything you're not prepared for yet."
Rolling his eyes, the countertenor smirked at him. "But you aren't. And it's not like we're…going to do it. We're just making out. And it's perfectly rational. We're teenagers. We're in love. Nobody's going to get pregnant. What's wrong with that?"
"We should take things slow."
Straddling the boy, Kurt's lips curled into a catty grin. He experimentally rocked his hips, making both of them groan at the godfucking wanted friction. "We're going too slowly, Blaine", he licked at the other's earlobe; enjoying the lust blown expression he was sporting. "Shouldn't we kick it up a bit?"
"Kurt, please."
A pout. "Fine."
Weeks after that incident, Kurt noted the small changes with his boyfriend.
First being, the passionate encounter they had that afternoon never had a repeat performance. It was as if they went back to square one—the time they were still in the mentor-mentee stage. But yes, they would give each other little pecks, sweet kisses, embraces, snuggles, and hand holding…But that was just about it.
And frankly, it was getting on Kurt's nerves…As much as it made him guilty about it at the same time.
Second was, that Blaine actually refused to stay with Kurt alone. And that just frustrated the countertenor all the more. Blaine would find excuses to find other people—responsible people such as Burt, Carole, Finn (only because he was still awkward about the whole male romance), Rachel, Mercedes, or one of the Glee guys! Most of the time, Kurt didn't mind. He loved them after all.
But he did miss the intimate private moments he shared with Blaine.
His body did too. He may be all naïve and easily flustered and stuff, but he was a teenager with raging male hormones. And so he couldn't help but feel…frustrated.
And so Kurt Hummel did what normal straight teenage guys would do.
Opening Finn's history browser, he reluctantly clicked one of the links, placed his headset on and then waited for the video to load. When the buffer was enough, he pressed play and forced himself to watch the whole thing.
Needless to say, five minutes after…
"Dude, what are you doing? And why is my laptop on?" Finn strangely glanced at his baby stepbrother, who was so wrapped in his sheets he didn't know how he could breathe. Hearing some muffled answer, the quarterback rolled his eyes. "I can't hear you Kurt. Cheesus, could you even breathe in that thing?"
"—don't understand why could she possibly enjoy such debauchery? And why would she even wear that—that skimpy little outfit if it barely concealed anything? I mean, that's what clothes are for right? I just couldn't imagine how innocent she was when she was younger, and she dreamt of being a princess and I'm sure she made her mother proud but when she grew up, reality kicked in and now she's—oh my god, think of what her mother and her playmates would say! And I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that—"
"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down dude!" Finn raised his hands. "I can't understand what you're saying. Breathe. Breathe."
Kurt did so.
"Dude? Why are you so red?"
TBC. Ha. Drop me a line, please. :)