This is my fourth fanfic but, my first ever Klaine. I love these characters and I hope I can do them some kind of justice.
I generally write in first person present tense but, this is in third person, exclusive to particular characters at particular times. I hope it isn't too much of a fail.
Warning: Bit of language near the end. Bit of steaminess as well.
Enjoy.
Title: Tension
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Wes, David
POV: Third Person
Kurt raked his fingers through his hair in a way that alerted his roommate that he was quite obviously bothered by something.
Then, there was the fact that after Kurt's morning hair regime, it's nearly impossible to get him to significantly move a single strand out of place.
David cleared his throat. "So, Kurt. What's up?" He tried for casual caution.
Kurt wheeled around, glaring at him. "What's up, you ask?" He responded in bewilderment.
"Uh, yeah that's kinda what I asked, Kurt." David didn't see the point in reiterating it but, Kurt was clearly a little off today so, he decided to be patient with the younger boy.
"What's up is Blaine Giovanni Anderson." Kurt huffed and David tried in vain to stifle his laugh.
"Really? His middle name is Giovanni? No wonder he wouldn't tell me and Wes." He continued to chuckle, much to Kurt's annoyance.
Kurt leapt off of his bed and started to pace. "His middle name isn't the point here, David. You know what? I'll be back later." With that, Kurt Hummel stormed out of his dorm, leaving a confused yet highly amused David in his wake.
Bitch Kurt would scare lesser men but, David wasn't a lesser man. If you asked him, he'd tell you that it just wasn't in his genetic makeup.
David fished around his backpack and quickly dialed his best friend. "Wes Warbler speaking. What do you want, David Warbler?" He answered on the second ring.
"Kurt/Blaine drama on the horizon, Gavel Boy." David said as way of filling him in.
"10-4 Halo Wonder. Deets?" Wes responded, now in fake militaristic mode.
"Did you seriously just say 'deets'? What are we, twelve year old valley girls now?" David couldn't help but point out.
"Just answer the question David." Wes sighed. It was routine for him to be left with the task of getting his best friend back on task.
"Understood, Wesley. All that is currently known is that K is highly, yet comically frustrated with B. He stormed out a few minutes ago." David replied, chemistry homework long forgotten.
"I wonder what he screwed up this time." Wes pondered aloud, obviously referring to Blaine.
"Only one way to find out, huh Wesley?" David grinned and ended the call.
He made his way to the door, knowing that his best friend most likely read his mind and they'd meet in the commons area, as per usual when there was drama on the Dalton Front. Especially if Warblers were involved.
Blaine, blissfully ignorant of the expensively clad ball of frustration that was his boyfriend, whistled along to a song on his iPod as he wrapped up his European History essay, which was due in two days.
He vaguely wondered where his roommate Wes was off to but, figured that he was probably bothering Kurt and David back in their room.
That thought process didn't help him concentrate any better though because Blaine routinely forgot matters at hand whenever thoughts of his boyfriend infiltrated his mental defenses.
Blaine idly wondered how Kurt was holding up with Wevid being their obnoxious, if not lovable selves.
He didn't want to seem needy so, once he took his phone out to type a new text, he sent it to Wes, rather than Kurt. Or, David for that matter because he was incapable of keeping his mouth shut and then, Blaine would look needy and creepy, checking in on Kurt via his roommate.
Blaine: Hey! Have you seen Kurt lately?
Wes: Sorry, lover boy but, I can't say that I have. I'd love to stop and chat but, I have stuff to take care of. In the meantime, work on that solo.
Blaine found himself rolling his eyes. Wes was one of his best friends but the boy seriously needed to loosen up. All he ever does is hit people with that damned gavel or talk about Warbler practice.
At least, that's what Blaine was under the impression of.
Meanwhile, Kurt Hummel was storming through the scattered throng of people casually milling throughout the hallways, given the fact that class had been dismissed about two hours ago.
He purposefully strode through the hallway until he reached a door that was perfectly identical to all of the others except for the fact that Kurt knew that his very adorable boyfriend was behind this particular door, not the one to the right or the left or, even across the hall.
He knocked patiently, waiting for his gorgeous boyfriend to let him in.
The look on Blaine's face when he saw that it was Kurt could only be described as euphoria, dapperness forgotten, as usual because with a boyfriend as hot as Kurt, who needs it?
"Hey, Kurt. What's-" Blaine never finished his sentence because his boyfriend had chosen at that specific moment to forcefully, yet somehow gently, push the smaller boy backwards and expertly shut the door behind.
"Sit." The countertenor's voice was authoritative, his blue eyes shining.
"Okay…" Despite the hesitation, Blaine ultimately did as he was told. Blaine sincerely thought about cutting to the chase and finding out what the hell was wrong with his boyfriend. Yes. He enjoyed Demanding Kurt but, his behavior was without warning.
However, Blaine felt the need to give his boyfriend time to sort his own thoughts, rather than pushing him.
"We need to talk." Kurt announced abruptly.
"Okay…" Blaine trailed off, waiting patiently for his boyfriend to continue.
"We don't have enough classes together." Kurt said huffily, glaring at his confused boyfriend.
"Um, okay. I don't think I can do anything about-" Blaine started but, was soon cut off.
"Do you know what that means?" Kurt asked, plopping heavily onto Blaine's bed. He didn't give Blaine a chance at guessing what that meant though.
"It means that I don't see you nearly enough which means that even though we're at the same freaking school, I miss you." Kurt crossed his arms and looked down.
"Clearly this is a problem." Blaine stated, happy that he wasn't being needy by missing Kurt and, knowing that even if he was, so was Kurt.
"Exactly! We never have time…" Kurt quickly closed the distance between the two boys, smoldering look emerging in his eyes before he latched his lips firmly to Blaine's, surprising the shorter boy.
Kurt wrapped his lean yet toned arms around Blaine's neck, fisting some of his curls in his hands.
Blaine automatically slid his own arms around Kurt's waist, happily losing himself to the heated manner in which his boyfriend held him.
Blaine pressed himself a bit more firmly against the taller boy, causing him to take the dark curls more firmly in his hands and in turn, drawing an admittedly high pitched moan of pleasure from Blaine.
Eventually, they had to pull apart before they suffocated.
Kurt's cheeks were flushed and a wide grin what set on his face. "As I was saying, we don't have time to do this between classesanymore. I miss that." He pouted adorably, making Blaine's honey colored eyes widen.
"I guess we'll just have to find a way to remedy that then, huh?" Blaine cocked a bushy eyebrow up at his boyfriend.
"That we will." Kurt once again took Blaine by surprise by swiftly pushing him onto the bed, all the while, still holding him in his arms.
Kurt lowered his face to his boyfriend's tanned neck, easily locating his pulse and flicking his tongue over it, enjoying his boyfriend's increasingly erratic breathing.
"Mm. Kurt." Blaine managed to splutter before simply making noise again.
"You like that?" Kurt's voice had grown deeper- more on the husky side. He bent lower, to Blaine's ear to whisper, "J'aime cela aussi, l'amour".
"Oh, God. French? Really, Kurt? You know how that just gets me…" He seemed to be at a loss for words. Obviously, it's hard to hold a conversation in such a circumstance.
"Completely wrecked?" Kurt supplied with a cheeky grin. He loved that he could reduce Blaine to being all sounds, shivers, and sighs- dapperness forgotten. He thought it was nice to know that it wasn't Blaine who just held that power over him. Kurt had the same effect.
"I think I like where this is going." Blaine murmured, kissing along Kurt's pale jaw.
"Yeah? Well, I certainly do not. Blergh." Both boys looked up to see none other than David grinning down at them, Wes beside him, as usual.
Kurt let out a little squeak before leaping off of Blaine, who was nervously running his fingers through his more-tousled-than-usual hair.
"Oh, gross. I'm accepting, I really am but, this is too much." Wes shook his head at them.
"I should probably-" Kurt started edging toward the door but, both boys remained blocking it.
"Well, I'm proud of you guys for making out on the wrong bed." David announced, cackling hysterically as he watched his best friend take in the surroundings and find that Blaine's bed was, in fact, empty. His… not so much.
Both Kurt and Blaine turned even more red. They hadn't even realized that they'd fallen onto the wrong one…
"You. God! The two- Why? Where the hell's my damn gavel?" He all but growled into the halls were a few other students were casually walking by, That is, until a rather angry Wes started screaming at them.
"And just what do you-?" David never got to finish his sentence because at that moment, he felt an acute yet somehow blunt force hit the top of his head and turned just in time to see Wes swinging his arm back yet again to strike him.
"What the hell, dude? I'm not the one getting some in your bed." David said loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear him.
"You're right, David. I happen to have a spare gavel right there on the bookcase. You may use it your will. We'll give them a ten second head start." Wes said in a no-nonsense voice.
"You guys really don't mean-" Blaine was cut off by the sound of Kurt tearing out of the room as soon as the two boys moved from the doorway and began counting. All of that football and dancing, along with fixing cars, really paid off.
Blaine really had no choice but to follow Kurt's lead as his two best friends came at him, swinging the wooden (well, titanium, for Wes) gavels so quickly that they were merely a blur in the air.
He may or may not have made a girlish squeal at the sight.
Well hoped you guys liked that. At any rate, no more writer's block, for now. Oh, and quote's supposed to say "I like this too, love". If it doesn't, blame my boyfriend Garrett. He's supposed to be taking French- I've only ever taken Spanish.
Also, if you like my writing style and have a prompt for me, I'd love to check it out.
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Have a great rest of the weekend, guys.
-Alexis