A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM! I WAS LISTENING TO MY iPOD AND WHAM!
Set between Sexy and Original Song. AU. Contains graphic male/male smutiness. If you don't like don't read. First smut, so be nice. *hides face*
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now
Blaine heard the familiar rhythm of Rihanna coming from Kurt's room. Making a detour from going to talk to Wes or David in their shared room (he wondered sometimes how they hadn't killed each other yet), he headed towards Kurt's. Finding the door shut, which in itself was unusual, because Kurt didn't spend much time in their to begin with, and the door was never shut. Blaine knocked, but figured Kurt couldn't hear it.
Blaine opened the door, and couldn't suppress a low moan from tearing from his throat. Kurt had set up what appeared to be a pull-up bar in the door frame to his bathroom, and was currently using it, in nothing but boxers. His eyes were closed and he was mouthing along to the lyrics.
No more gas in the rig
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah
Kurt's chest was pale, but surprisingly defined, and glistening with sweat. Blaine watched mesmerized at droplets ran down the contours of Kurt's body, resisting the urge to follow the line with his tongue. Kurt's legs were shapely and endless. His body was completely unmarked and pure, an exact opposite of how much the boy had been hurt inside. Blaine watched in awe as Kurt displayed his strength.
It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort
No one in the world had any idea what those lyrics were actually about, but right now for Blaine they were completely about the all-consuming lust he felt for his best friend. It was uncontrollable and sudden, the absolute need to touch and kiss and take Kurt. Blaine was hard as diamonds.
Throw on your break lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you now
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia
While Blaine was staring, Kurt had obviously finished whatever routine he had been doing, and lowered himself to the ground one more time before falling to the ground. Blotches of all different shades of pink were dotting his face and neck and he was breathing heavily.
Kurt opened his eyes for the first time, and jumped a little bit seeing Blaine there. "Hey. I was just trying to keep in shape a little, I never realized how much Cheerio's routines had an effect on me, sorry if the music was too loud." The last thing Blaine needed at this point was to picture Kurt in a cheerleader's outfit, or a reminder of how flexible the boy was. Kurt walked over towards his bed, and started drying the sweat off his face with a towel.
"I-It was fine. I just.. uh.." Blaine had completely forgotten why he had come in here the moment he walked though the door. "I-I needed help with my French homework." Too late he realized he didn't have any of his books. "We have to do an oral presentation." Oral, bad word to say, now all Blaine could do was picture sinking to his knees and pulling Kurt's navy blue boxers down to-
"Oh, sure, I can help, I just need to shower first." Scratch what he had thought before, the last thing he needed was to picture Kurt, naked and dripping, lathering himself with soap.
"Uh, I-I can wait." Blaine sat on Kurt's bed and kept his eyes locked on the floor.
"Are you alright, Blaine? You seem.. edgy." Kurt walked over, placing his hand on Blaine's forehead. "Wow, you're really warm. Maybe you should just go take a nap." Blaine's face was inches from Kurt's chest, and all he wanted to do was press open-mouthed, demanding, and relentless kisses to the exposed skin.
"I-I'm fine. I really need to work on this project." Kurt frowned, but didn't argue, turning away from Blaine to walk into the bathroom. Blaine admired his gorgeous ass as he walked away, wondering if it was as firm as it looked, and how Kurt would sound if he were to squeeze it while sucking a mark onto his collarbone.
Kurt shook him from these thoughts by closing the door as far as he could. Blaine would forever blame the exercise bar that prevented Kurt from closing the door all the way for what happened. Kurt got in the shower quickly, apparently already having clothes in there.
Kurt relaxed under the warm spray, already thinking of arguments as to why Blaine should just go home and rest if he wasn't feeling good. Things had been awkward between them since what had happened with Animal, and he would never listen to that song again, but Blaine looked like he was going to pass out, not just like he was feeling uncomfortable.
Kurt heard the slight squeak of a door, and hoped Blaine had left to take a nap as he'd told him to. Then he heard the slight rustle of the shower curtain, and his heart stopped. Blaine's arms wrapped around his waist, and he pressed soft kisses to his shoulders.
"Blaine, what are we doing?" And he sounded so pathetic, but one moment he wasn't sexy, and the next Blaine was following him into the shower?
"I don't know, baby." Kurt didn't get a chance to respond, because Blaine twirled him around and kissed him hard, pulling him close. The feeling of Blaine's skin against his was electric, and Kurt became lost in the addicting feeling on Blaine's lips against his, of Blaine's tongue in his mouth.
Blaine slowly trailed a hand down his back, leaving a path of fire in it's wake, before slipping it between his cheeks to rub at his entrance. The feeling that created was indescribable, and Kurt moaned eagerly.
Kurt pulled away from Blaine's lips, letting out a slight whimper as Blaine just slid them down to his neck and started sucking, clearly intending to leave a mark. "Fuck me," he gasped. Blaine pulled away and met his eyes before kissing him passionately, and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.
Kurt came with a high wail that was almost a scream, and his walls clamped down on Blaine, milking his orgasm straight from him. "God, Kurt!" Blaine groaned.
They both started coming down, and Blaine pulled out of him. Kurt turned around and smiled, running a hand down the chest of the beautiful boy he had just lost his virginity to. "That was amazing," he said, raising his head to meet Blaine's eyes, which were wide and panicked.
Blaine pulled away, eyes still panicked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, that shouldn't have happened." Every word broke Kurt's heart a little bit more.
"Blaine, wait, please!" Blaine had already left the shower, not even bothering to dry off, or put on his shirt and underwear, just pulling on his jeans.
"I am so sorry, Kurt," Blaine addressed the boy behind the curtain one more time then fled, ignoring Kurt's cry of "Blaine, please come back."
"Oh my god, what have I done?" A thoroughly wet, disheveled, and half-dressed Blaine walked into to common room and towards the door.
"What the hell?" Charlie asked. Wes and David looked concerned too.
"God, how could I do that to him? He's so sweet and romantic and God, I'm such an idiot." Blaine walked out the door.
"Yo!" Charlie raced after him.
"What the hell is going on here?" Jeff was the first one to ask. Wes and David just shrugged.
Mercedes, on the other hand, was having a great night. She was having a sleepover with Brittany and Santana. Well, she only invited Brittany, but Santana had come with her, and her parents hadn't objected.
'Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love. Like I'm the only one who knows your heart, only girl in the world.' Mercedes phone ran cheerfully. Seeing her boy's name on the Caller ID, she grinned and answered.
"Hey, boy what's up?" After she got no answer she asked, "Is that running water?" It sounded like Kurt was in the shower.
"Mercedes," Kurt whispered pitifully. He sounded like he'd been crying, and like he was completely broken-hearted.
"Bo, what's wrong?" Kurt didn't make the best decisions sometimes, and she was afraid he'd done something really bad, something that could never be fixed.
"He left, Mercedes. He's gone." Well, that was unhelpful.
"Who left, Blaine?" By this point, both the Cheerio's were listening, worried about Kurt (in Brittany's case) or annoyed that Mercedes was there to prevent her from making out with Brittany (in Santana's case).
All she got for response for a few minutes was pitiful crying. "He.. we.. he f-fucked me and left, how could he do that?" Aw, hell to the naw.
"I'll be there in an hour bo. Get out of the shower, you'll wreck your phone and your skin." Mercedes closed the phone and headed for the door.
"Hold up, where are you going?" Santana was surprisingly the one to ask.
"Kurt needs me. He and Blaine had sex and Blaine left him, he's falling apart."
"Aw, hell to the naw!" Santana was the only person besides Mercedes herself who could pull of that expression. "White boy's gonna hurt. We gotta stop at Puck's first." Santana had a murderous glint in her eye, but since Mercedes was feeling the same way, she consented.
When the three girls arrived at the Stevenson dorm, the first thing Mercedes did was rush up to Kurt's room. Staying back, Santana turned on the boys, with Brittany hovering near the door.
"Where the hell is he?"
"Kurt, Blaine, or Charlie?" An Asian nerd asked her.
"Your dumbass singer who hurt my boy." Santana practically growled.
"Woah, we have no idea what's going on." A brunette boy sitting beside him defended him.
"I don't care. Tell me where he is so I can cut his balls off." Though Santana didn't actually plan on using it, because she wasn't really that cruel, she did have Puck's hunting knife in her pocket and she would be using it to scare the hell out of Frodo.
"We don't know. He just raced out the door and Charlie followed him. Neither are answering their phones." The Asian boy spoke again.
"Fine," Santana snarled, stomping up the stairs.
When Mercedes found Kurt he was wrapped in his big, fluffy, white bathrobe and curled up in a ball on his bed. He wasn't crying, but there were tears tracks and bits of mascara covering his face. He was just staring off into space, looking depressed.
"Oh bo." Mercedes ran up and wrapped her arms around her boy.
"I can't believe he did this to me, 'Cedes. I thought he'd just finally figured out he liked me, but he doesn't. He fucked me and left me. How could he do that to me, 'Cedes?" Kurt sounded completely out of it, like he was in shock, or ready to jump off a cliff.
"Oh, sweetheart, he's an asshole. He was horrible to you and he doesn't deserve you. You're better than that." Mercedes tried to comfort him, but seemed like it was making it worse.
"I'm tired of being strong for everyone, Merce." Kurt laid his head down on her shoulder, tears dripping down his face. "I'm tired of this school, of being afraid, of running away. I'm just tired." Kurt's speech sounded scarily like the warning signs for suicide they had been taught in health class. "Will you sing for me, 'Cedes?"
"Of course, bo." Mercedes mentally went through her iPod, and all the songs Kurt had suggested for her. Perfect.
Take all my vicious words
And turn them into something good
Take all my preconceptions
And let the truth be understood
Take all my prized possessions
Leave only what I need
Take all my pieces of doubt
And let me be what's underneath
Courage is when you're afraid,
But you keep on moving anyway
Courage is when you're in pain,
But you keep on living anyway
We all have excuses why
Living in fear something in us dies
Like a bird with broken wings
It's not how high he flies,
But the song he sings
Santana and Brittany entered the room here, and walked forward to join the hug, not talking or interrupting Mercedes' singing.
Courage is when you're afraid,
But you keep on moving anyway
Courage is when you're in pain,
But you keep on living anyway
You keep on living anyway
It's not how many times you've been knocked down
It's how many times you get back up
Courage is when you've lost your way,
But you find your strength anyway
Courage is when you're afraid
Courage is when it all seems gray
Courage is when you make a change,
And you keep on living anyway
You keep on moving anyway
You keep on giving anyway
You keep on loving anyway
You keep on loving anyway
It wasn't the best song for her voice, Mercedes knew that, but it had an effect on Kurt. A little bit of light shown in his eyes now, and he looked more.. alive. "Thank you," he croaked, his voice hurt from crying, and probably from what caused it as well.
"Come on, baby, let's go get some caffeine. That will make you feel a little better. Get dressed." Mercedes ushered the other two girls out of the room, and pointed them towards the common room, but she herself leaned against the wall outside Kurt's room while he changed, just in case.
When Kurt came out he looked tired and unsure, his hair was neater, but not as perfect as it usually was. He was wearing looser jeans and a t-shirt, and he didn't look like himself at all, but he definitely looked better than he had before they came.
"Thank you, Mercy," he smiled shakily at his best girl.
"Anytime, bo." She hugged him and lead him downstairs. Santana had obviously made it extremely clear to the Warblers that they were not to ask Kurt what had happened. They were watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, and a few nodded or said 'hi' to Kurt, but no one asked or commented. Sometimes it was nice to have other extremely sassy and scary girls around.
"Oh, god, I'm an idiot. I'm the worst human being in the world. I should never have been born, my birth certificate must have been an apology to the condom factory. I'm so stupid, I was so horrible to him. Calling myself stupid is an insult to stupid people. I'm such a dumbass, I can't even believe I did that to him. I am living proof that a man can live without a brain.."
Blaine had been going on like this for quite a while. Charlie had dragged him to the Lima Bean, got him his medium drip, sat him down, and demanded the story. Once it was told, he started on this. Charlie had tried to stop him at the beginning, but it just kept getting progressively worse whenever he tried, so he had given up, deciding to just let it run it's course. Blaine had some truly excellent insults in there, he noted.
"Oh, God, Charlie, he's here." Charlie whipped around and sure enough. The fabulous diva had arrived, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and being led around by Mercedes and two other girls.
"So, what are you going to do to make it up to him, dumbass?"
Blaine paused for a moment than took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to sing." Before Charlie could protest, he was out of his seat and talking to the manager.
"Oh, JC, this isn't going to end well." Charlie sunk down in his chair.
Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany had carted Kurt over to a table, with the largest, frothiest coffee they had in his hand. They had been sitting their for five minutes, and while it was obvious Kurt was listening, he wasn't responding and he hadn't touched his coffee.
Brittany was the first to see Blaine and asked Santana, "Why is other dolphin here?" Thankfully, Kurt didn't get it, and Santana distracted Brittany with a kiss. But Blaine had a microphone in his hand, and Mercedes knew this wouldn't end well.
You know you..
you make me feel so good inside.
I always wanted a guy like you.
Such a P.Y.T. Pretty Young Thing.
Oooooooooouh.
Kurt obviously recognized Blaine's voice and his face turned stony. "At least he figured out how to change genders," he bit the sarcastic comment out between his teeth.
Where did you come from baby,
and, ooh, won't you take me there?
Right away, won't you baby.
Tendoroni, you've got to be.
Spark my nature,
sugar fly with me.
Don't you know now
is the perfect time?
We can make it right,
hit the city lights.
Then tonight, ease the lovin' pain.
Let me take you to the max.
The crowd had obviously recognized the song and was dancing along and joined in on the chorus. Blaine didn't make it obvious who he was singing to right away, but danced around geekily, occasionally twirling around a girl.
I want to love you (P.Y.T)
Pretty Young Thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C)
Tender, lovin' care.
And I'll take you there.
Bououou. Ooh-hoo.
I want to love you (P.Y.T)
Pretty Young Thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C)
Tender, lovin' care.
And I'll take you there.
(Anywhere you wanna go)
Yes I will. Ooh!
Now he walked up to Kurt, who looked even less impressed than he had before, if that were possible.
Nothin' can stop this burnin'
desire to be with you,
gotta get to you baby.
Won't you come? It's emergency,
cool my fire yearnin'
Honey, come set me free.
Don't you know now
is the perfect time?
We can dim the lights
just to make it right.
In the night,
hit the lovin' spot.
I'll give you all that I've got.
It was possibly the worst song to sing to Kurt, considering the circumstances. What was it with Blaine and his sexy love songs? Attempting to have voice-sex with him is not going to fix anything, Charlie though with a roll of his eyes. Whatever happened when Blaine was done was not going to be pretty.
I want to love you (P.Y.T)
Pretty Young Thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C)
Tender, lovin' care.
And I'll take you there.
Yes I will, yes I..
I want to love you (P.Y.T)
Pretty Young Thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C)
Tender, lovin' care.
And I'll take you there.
The patrons of the Lima Bean also decided to help Blaine out on the breakdown, so Blaine was doing the sex noises, which so endeared him to Kurt, judging by the absolute loathing in his eyes.
Pretty Young Thing (uh!)
You make me sing (huh-huh-huh)
Pretty Young Thing (uh!)
You make me sing (huh-huh-huh)
Pretty Young Things, repeat after me.
Sing na, na, na,
Na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na
Sing na, na, na,
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
I'll take you there
Take you there..
The girls of the coffee shop sang along with him, and Kurt looked ready to commit mass-homicide.
I want to love you (P.Y.T)
Pretty Young Thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C)
Tender, lovin' care.
And I'll take you there.
Take you there,
take you there.
I want to love you (P.Y.T)
Pretty Young Thing
You need some lovin' (T.L.C)
Tender, lovin' care.
And I'll take you there.
Blaine slid over to Kurt on his knees for the last chorus and cut the song off there. Blaine was panting heavily, but smiling. Kurt looked to Mercedes and Santana. At the same time, the four of them dumped their coffees over his head, and walked out. Santana stayed behind to knee him in the crotch quickly before following him.
"That was a stupid idea." Charlie clearly had no sympathy for how much he was hurting at the moment, both emotionally and physically. Damn, Santana was strong.
"Thanks for telling me that earlier."
"You left before I had the chance." It was true, but it didn't make Charlie's answer any less irritating.
"You're right. What am I going to do?" Charlie was.. almost smart about guys.
"I would go talk to him," Charlie rolled his eyes at his friend's cluelessness.
"What about Mercedes and Santana?" Brittany was too harmless to be a threat.
"Face them down, and tell them you care about Kurt. They'll respect that." I hope, he added mentally.
"Or cut me."
"Don't be such a pussy."
"Fine."
"That asshole!" Kurt had clearly moved past depression and was well into anger. He was pacing around his room as Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany watched him from his bed. "Like he seriously thought one little song would fix what he did. A song about sex nonetheless! He's so stupid. I can't even believe he thought that I would forgive him! I should have kneed him! I-"
"Did that for you," Santana added, breaking Kurt from his diatribe.
"I love you so much, Sanny." Just as Kurt was clearly about to launch into his speech again, there was a knock. "What?" he practically screamed at the door.
"Can we talk?" Blaine asked softly from the other side. Kurt's face went blank.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Hear me out. Please?" Blaine begged.
"Fine, come in." Once Blaine had entered, the girls glared at him, all three, to his surprise. "Talk." Kurt said, irritated.
"Alone, please." Kurt took a deep breath.
"Ladies, if you wouldn't mind.
"We mind," Santana and Mercedes said at the same time, still glaring daggers at the tenor.
"Girls, out." They listened then, with a grumble. As soon as they walked out, they gathered on the wall by his room to try and hear.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Kurt demanded angrily.
"I'm sorry." It seemed like the best place to start. "I never should have done that to you. I panicked. I, when I say you working out I was so turned on, I completely lost my focus. I couldn't even remember what I came into the room for. I never should have stayed, I never should have followed you into your shower, and I never should have.." Blaine paused.
"Fucked me," Kurt filled in unflinchingly.
"Yeah. I've been meaning to ask you out for a while now, but I could never get the guts. And then you were made at me for hooking up with Rachel, and then for the Animal incident, and God, I was so wrong. You are amazing, Kurt, and beautiful and sexy. You were just trying too hard. I thought you hated me and I was afraid. I couldn't keep a check on my hormones, and I'm sorry. I knew you felt the same for a while, and I abused that. God, I'm so, so sorry." Blaine couldn't meet Kurt's eyes, couldn't see the hate there, the absolute loathing and disappointment.
He was shocked, and jumped about a mile when Kurt hugged him, feeling tears drip onto his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, baby," he murmured again.
"I love you," were the first words out of Kurt's mouth, and Blaine felt like he'd been drenched in freezing water. "I love you and you hurt me. How could you do that?"
"God, baby, I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you. I love-"
"Stop." Kurt pushed Blaine away. "Don't say that. You don't mean it. If you loved me, you never would have left me." Kurt lowered his eyes. "I still love you though."
"Kurt, I do love you. I am so sorry for what I did, and I know I'll never make it up to you, but I'm happy to spend the rest of my life trying." Kurt looked shocked. "I love you, Kurt Hummel, and I am so, so sorry." Blaine stepped forward and kissed him, trying to prove to him the love he felt.
"I... I love you, too, Blaine Anderson." Kurt sounded awed, then he smiled. "But you have a lot more wooing to do before you ever get a piece of this."
Blaine laughed softly. "You've been spending too much time with Santana." He pulled his boyfriend onto his bed.
Outside, the girls were 'aw-ing' and cheering. Once they heard the moans and a 'God, Blaine,' though, they started rolling their eyes.
"Legit? Can't they keep it in their pants for like five seconds?" Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"No," Santana answered with a laugh. "We should probably go, I don't think we're getting a goodbye."
A/N: Crappy ending I know. OMG I just wrote this. Why? WHY? It's not even that smutty though. If people ask for it, I'll post the smutty scenes I cut out, in the beginning and at the end.
Songs used:
'Disturbia' by Rihanna
'Courage Is' by The Strange Familiar
'P.Y.T.' by Michael Jackson
I don't own Glee, or Kurt and Blaine. Reviews are love.