A/N: This is a start to what is promising to be an EPIC fill from the Kink Meme. Here is said prompt that started the plot bunnies.
It starts with Kurt singing something sexual for glee club, and then BAM! All of the characters start having sex dreams featuring Kurt. (no Karofsky please, but all members of ND and Will and Emma are fair game.) And then...(What I'd like to happen) The girls compare sex dreams. Finn, Puck and Artie freak the hell out, and Mike and Sam start laughing at them. Emma was there for the preformance, and her sex dream was something very innocent, like Kurt offering her a moist towlette to clean something. Shirtless.(Lol, that's kinda innopropriate, but not really dirty.) Blaine overhearing different people talk about it, and getting all growly possessive when the other members of ND touch his boyfriend, and eventually fucking Kurt and trying to balence being sweet and being all "MINE, damnitt". Because possessive Blaine is my favorite.
Oh my dear OP, possesive Blaine is my favorite too. :)
It starts out innocently enough. Blaine was sitting waiting for Kurt in the choir room with a sizable chunk of the Glee club already lounging in their seats. He had to admit, today was going to be quite exciting. The assignment for the week had been "Instinct" and they had all drawn basic instincts from a hat. Finn had gotten "Pride", Rachel pulled out "Fear" Puck drew "Hunger", Mercedes recieved "Comfort" and Blaine had pulled "Posses". Alright so they weren't as much basic insticts as they were random feelings, but the members of New Directions chose to patronize their teacher, who was obviously stuck in some sort of rut. The week before the lesson had just been "Flight" and Blaine was tired as hell of hearing tentative versions of "You Raise Me Up" and "Blackbird". But back to the reason Blaine was excited. When they had drawn insticts and were calling out their tokens, Kurt had uncharacteritically glanced over his, quirked an eyebrow and sat back down without so much as a word. Kurt bristled whenever Blaine had tried to ask him what he had chosen the whole week.
"Now Blaine, where would the fun be if I just told you what I got. You can wait just like everyone else. I plan on taking a slightly...different approach to this prompt." The brunnete had sighed out when asked for at least the twenty-seventh time on Wendesnday morning. So needless to say, it was Friday and Blaine waited in anxious excitement for Kurt's performance. He'd already done his on Tuesday, a slow swinging arrangement of "For Once in My Life". He had done well, ending it with an impromptue but chaste kiss shared with his blushing boyfriend, earning them a chorus of "awwws" from the rest of the Glee club. So Blaine waited paitently for his adorable boyfriend to show up and take his seat next to him. Five minutes passed, but still no Kurt. Finn and Rachel walked in, with the former loudly explaining the difference bettwen Broadway and Off-Broadway shows. Mike and Tina slipped into two seats behind him, swinging their joined hands slightly and giggling over a private joke. Mercedes and Sam came shortlyafter, holding hands and talking animatedly about their shared history class. Sam did a rather impressive impression of Gerore W. Bush and Mercedes wascackling as they grabbed a pair of seats in the cornor. Lauren and Puck sauntered in, Puck trying to convience Lauren to let him take her to a moster truck ralley in Daytona. They plopped down into two seats off to his right. Within a few moments Puck's victory cry rang out, only to be muffled by Lauren with a quick kiss.
"It's kind of weirdly erotic to see how excited you get when I occasionly let you win, Puckerman." She grinned as the starry-eyed boy sat back in wonder at the turn of events. Blaine huffed and crossed his legs at all the public displays of affection. Where was Kurt so they could get in on the lovey-dovey couple action? Just as this thought occured, Mr. Schuster appeared from his office with Ms. Pillsbury in tow. Their fingers were laced together in a practiced sort of way that made Blaine smile slightly. It was nice to see that the reason Mr. Schuster was so distracted lately was an entirely valid, happy one. Reluctently, he parted with her and she took a seat near the back of the choir room. Mr. Schuster erased yesterdays notes off the board and busied himself with preparing the days sheet music just as the bell rang. And stil no Kurt!
"Alright guys, let's get started. Ms. Pillsbury is here today to watch our last few soloists. I believe we still have Mercedes, Santana and Kurt. Speaking of which, where is Kurt?" His eyes fell to Blaine who shrugged helplessly.
"I'm here, I'm here. I just had to...prepare myself for my solo." Kurt's voice rang out from behind the slight ajar choir room door. "I'd like to go first, if that's alright." Everyone curiously glaced over at the door and Mr. Schuster rubbed a hand along the back of his neck.
"Um, sure Kurt. Have at it." The members of the band prepared themselves at the cue and started in on the music. THe door swung open to revel Kurt in what had to have been the most tantalizing outfit he'd ever seen in his life. The tall boy was dressed in skin light black jeans that left nothing up to the imagination, a leather studded belt and knee high leather lace-up boots. He wore an equally tight fitting red shirt with the sleeves rolled up in a way that brilliantly displayed his biceps and the buttons of the shirt were undone down to the middle of his chest. His hair was artfully tousled in a style that Blaine could only describe as "Like whoa that's some motherfucking sex hair" and he had applied some simple black eyeliner that enhanced the smoldering look that only served to accentuate his features. With his long fingers splayed across his hips and chest pulled back, he started to sing.
"You're such a flirt, I know you hurt. And so do I, I empathize. I see you out, you never cared. A conversation that we never shared." The Glee club and the two teachers sat in stunned silence as Kurt grinned maliciously and raked his hands slowly down his thighs.
"But it's so strange, it's something new. Amazing feelings that I have for you.I close my eyes when I'm alone. Wonder what it'd be like to make you moan." Kurt spun on his heal with a breathy moan escaping his pink lips slowly swinging his hips as he retreated to the piano. He placed both hands far apart on the instrument, displaying the glorious flex of his back muscles and grinding his hips sinfully against the air. He spun around again in time for the next lyric, his eyes still burning with hot desire.
"I wanna give you something better. Than anything you've ever had." He swivled his hips and tugged at his shirt, exposing even more of the pale, flushed chest underneath.
"A stonger and faster lover. The world it disapperas so fast." Kurt dropped down to his knees and placed his hands in front of him, far apart like he did on the piano moments earlier. As the instrumentalists built up to the chorus, he shifted from the submisseive position into an even more revealing one, laying with his legs wide apart and his hanfs thrown behind him. His back was arched in a way that left no doubt in anyone's mind as to what the gesture was mimiking. As the chorus hit, he popped back up with surprising speed, hands running along his chest and thighs all the while.
"Sweet kiwi, your juices dripping down my chin. So please let me. Don't stop it before it begins." As the chorus ended, Kurt's fingers, deftly undid the belt, pulling it free of the loop and out with a slick woosh of air that made everyone in the room shiver. He began twisting it in his hands, biting his lip as he started into the verse.
"So give it up, and don't pretend. Spread your arms and legs across the bed." As the last lyric left his lips he curled the belt around his hands as though they were tied together, thrusting them forward as if begging to be tied down.
"And when you shake, you won't regret." Kurt grinned, holding the belt stetched out above his head as he shimmyed to the music in a tantalizing way. His ass became a prominant feature as he turned and shimmyed again.
"The things I whisper in your ear, I said: I wanna give you something better. Than anything you've ever had. A stronger and a faster lover. The world it disappears so fast." With a crack, Kurt whipped the belt in the air like a trained lion tamer and tossed it aside in favor of slinking through the rows of stunned Glee club members during the chorus.
"Sweet kiwi, your juices dripping down my chin. So please let me. Don't stop it before it begins." He was careful to work his way slowly through the rows, hips thrusting out every so often, one hand raking through his hair and the other running along his waistband. He came to a stop right in front of Blaine, who was so hard he was practically seeing stars at this point. Kurt grinned and ripped the remaining two buttons off the shirt, revealing the entire expanse of his toned abs. He placed his hands on either side of Blaine's chair and leaned in, so very uncorfortably close.
"I can't wait to take you home, fingers through your hair, kisses on your back. Scratch me with your nails." Blaine shuddered as Kurt drug a hand through his loose curls before turning away and singing the next lyric to-Santana?
"Save me from myself, show me how to care. Get everything out, dripping everywhere." The usually strong willed Latina was pratically panting as Kurt placed a hand against her cheek, cupping her chin as he ran his thumb across her lips. And then he was off singing the next lyric to Mercedes, who's eyes were wide, her hands gripping her chair tightly. Kurt took this as all the more reason to tease the girl, circling her chair in a predatory way, running a hand across her back as he went.
"Lipstick smeared all over your face. How much longer must we wait? Don't think that I can wait." Kurt backed away and began the chorus a final time, hips moving frantically with the beat of the song.
"Sweet kiwi, your juices dripping down my chin. So please let me. Don't stop it before it begins. Don't stop it before it begins. Don't stop it before it begins." The music fadded out and Kurt stood in the middle of the room, panting from his efforts, his shirt slipping off of his shoulders slightly. After a few seconds of silence he smiled and quickly buttoned his shirt up.
"So my instinct for the assignment was 'Lust.' I hope that was alright. I gave it my best shot, Mr. Schu." Kurt spouted off cheerfully. He frowned as the Glee club just continued to stare at him for a few more seconds.
"That was...that was fine Kurt." Mr. Schuster finally managed, his voice cracking on the boys name. Kurt smiled and began to take his seat.
"Um-actually. I think we've um-done enough for today. It's uh-Friday, let's just call it an early day guys, sound good?" Mr. Schuster, who had a fine pink blush across his face glanced around at the kids, who all readily agreed, fleeing the choir room without further prompting.