This is only my second post, so, it's probably still a little rusty and , I had it in my mind and tonight was an insomniac night, so I felt like posting something. (:
"oooh baby but it's cold outside!"
Their shoulders pressed haunts each other, their chests heaving, catchin their breaths.
"wow, Kurt-you're amazing!" Blaine said nudging their shoulders,
"probably not as good as your partner will be!"
"oh no, youre 10x better than she'll be" Blaine said staring straight into Kurt's eyes, causing him to blush profusely.
"well, thank you" Kurt smiled widely at Blaine.
"anytime! Would you like to go get some coffee or something?"
"oh no! I've got homework to get done," kurt added sadly and got up to leave.
"oh...okay. But Kurt," Blaine called out,
"yes?"
"I...um. Well...never mind. Have a goodnight Kurt!"
"you too, Blaine!"
Kurt left the study hall, making his way back up to his dorm room. Letting his mind replay their duet over and over, relishing in the perfect harmony their voices made together, and the looks Blaine gave him all might, or how he was always trying to be as close as he could. But maybe he was overreacting, maybe he was just practicing his act for Sunday. Imagining Kurt as that girl sugar, hed be singing with, uh. What a terrible name!
As soon as Kurt had walked out the door, Blaine knew he should've said what was on his mind, or at least done something!
"ugh, you're such an idiot!" he got up in anger and was pacing back an forth, arguing with himself in his mind, thinking of how he could've told Kurt how he felt.
"why is this so hard! You're just a boy! We haven't even known each other for that long! Why do infeel like this!" Blaine shouted out, slamming a fist on the table, causing a vase to wobble and crash to the floor.
"damnit!" Blaine muttered before walking out of the room in anguish.
Kurt had almost been at his room before he realized he had forgotten his bag in the study hall, and turned around to get it. When he got to the study hall, the door was still closed and he could hear muttering through the wood. Although he knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping, his curiosity had totem the best of him an he pressed his ear to the door.
"...you're just a boy! We haven't even known each other that long! Why do I feel like this!" Kurt jerked back from the door when he heard the crash of glass. He recognized the voice-it was Blaine. But who was Blaine talking about? Was he talking about Kurt? Kurt was a boy, and they'd only known each other for a month, tops! He was just about to open the door and see what was bothering Blaine when the door slammed open, ramming right into Kurt's face, pushing him to the floor.
"gAh!" Kurt said, flinging a hand to his now bleeding nose, "my nose!"
"oh my god! Kurt! I'm so sorry! Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call someone!" Blaine frantically asked, reaching for his phone in his pocket, "um. Should I call 911, or should I just dive you? Would you be okay if I just drove you? Kurt..? Kurt? Kurt!"
"Blaine, calm down, I don't think my nose is broken. But I'm not so sure about my butt. I landed pretty hard, and it hurts like a bitch."
"well, that's a shame! I guess you won't be shaking your butt for a whole then, I quite like watching it." Blaine slapped a hand over his mouth as soon as the words were out, and Kurt just gapped with his mouth open at him,"um. I meant, we were going to dance at regionals! And now I guess you can't...um. Are you sure your nose is okay? Here let me help you up." Blaine extended a hand to Kurt, who was still gapping openly. But he took the hand and let Blaine pull him up, but Kurt's balance was off from the door, and he almost fell, but Blaine pulled him close, preventing him from slumping to the floor. Their faces were inches apart, and Blaine was staring into Kurt's eyes; melted gold vs frozen sky.
"um." Kurt struggled to pull away, he wasn't used to being this close to guys, let alone guys he particularly liked, but Blaine held him tight, and kit could've sworn he leaned a fraction closer,
"yeah, okay. Um. But let my help clean you up, here come with me." Blaine let go of everything but Kurt's hand, an pulled him down the hall to Blaine's dormitory, where he opened the door, an pulled Kurt in.
"here,"Blaine handed him a box of tissues,"sit down, and then hold this and apple pressure to your nose." Blaine pushed Kurt down onto his bed, and Kurt's mind race back to his previous nights dream, where this simple action lead to much more provacative things than a tissue being shoved into his nose.
"here, you can borrow one of my shirts till you get back to your room-you have quite a lot of blood on yours." Blaine handed Kurt a Michigan University Theatre t-shirt, "um, would you like me to help you with your shirt or hold your tissue wad?" Blaine asked nervously.
Kurt couldn't help but let out a laugh, he's never seen Blaine so nervous before, not even when he sang to Jeremiah at the gap, or when he was on a date with Nicholas from the Lima bean.
"whats, what's so funny?" Blaine asked, while he got a fresh wad of tissues for Kurt.
"this, this whole situation. I'm sitting on your bed, with a bloody nose and a tissue wad, theres all this sexual tension," Blaine's eyes widened, "in the air-don't you deny it! And you just asked me if you should help me with my tissue wad or my shirt!" Kurt starts laughing hysterically, but then realized what he had just said, and slaps a hand over his mouth at Blaine's expression. Blaine looked dumbfounded, completely in shock. Possibly even offended.
"um. I shouldn't have said that. I'll just go clean up in my room." Kurt got up to leave, but Blaine pushed him back down,
"no, it's fine. Just let me clean you up, I feel really bad!" Blaine tentavely leaned forward and pushed Kurt's blazer off, then loosened the tie and started unbuttoning Kurt's shirt. Kurt's breath started getting rapid, and he started feeling lightheaded /what was going on?/ Blaine's fingers lingered a second longer than necessary when he went to push Kurt's shirt off.
"here, move your hand from your face and I'll put the shir over you head, Blaine said as he pulled the t shirt over Kurt's head, messing up his hair.
"look what you've done now! You messed up my hair!" Kurt pouted, acting somewhat normal again, which caused Blaine to let out a sigh, thankful it wasn't as awkward as he felt it to be.
"my sincere apologies, mr. Hummel! Here, let me get a washcloth." Blaine got up to p to his private bathroom to grab and washcloth. Kurt sat on his bed, taking deep breaths, trying to feel like himself again. Blaine returned with a wet washcloth and sat next to Kurt again. Putting one finger on Kurt's chin, he turne his face towards his, and gently dabbed the washcloth on Kurt's face-washing off the dried blood. Kurt watched Blaine's face, as he concentrated on cleaning Kurt's. Kurt winced when the wash cloth was on his nose,
"well, it looks a little swollen, but I don't think it's broken, and it's stopped bleeding at least!" Blaine said with a smile, and continued wiping off the last bit of blood,
"there. All clean and perfect again" Blaine whispered, before meeting his gaze and grinning.
Kurt leaned forward withou a second thought and pressed his lips to Blaine's-who gasped in surprise, but grabbed Kurt's face and pulled it closer, kissing him back. Blaine sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, causing Kurt to moan, which elicited a sound from Blaine that Kurt could only describe as a growl from the back of his throat as Kurt pressed closer.
Somehow Kurt had crawled onto Blaine's lap, and Blaine was now pushed up against a wall. Their tounges were now dancing an intricate dance together, and Kurt could not believe the taste of Blaine, or the sounds Blaine was making in the back of his throat. But even more so than those, Kurt could not believe the pressure he was feeling on his thigh, the hardness there. When his realization hit, Kurt jerked his hips down, gasping when he was returned with a stronger jerk and moan.
"Kurt, Kurt, we shouldn't do this," Blaine's hips jerked up, "uh, nevermind, fuck wes." Kurt pulled back,
"what?" Blaine tried to pull his face back to his,
"Wes will be back any minute now...but I don't care. I need you. I want you, Kurt." Blaine started kissing and sucking on Kurt's neck, causing him to moan in ecstsay.
"no, we can't. I don't want Wes walking in on us, and I have homewo-" his last sentence was cut off as Blaine palmed him through his pants, hard and tight.
"I don't care about Wes," Blaine growled angrily, before jerking up into kurt and kissing him roughly.
Kurt gave up on his argument, and continued jerking down, loving the friction Blaine's hand was causing.
Neither of the boys heard the door handle turning or the door creaking open.
"Blaine, wake your ass up! I brought you a fuck buddy for the night!" Wes stopped short when he saw Kurt on of him, pull away fast and start for his belongings."oh, hey Kurt! How are you? Great job today singing! So um, Blaine-about Nicholas...should I tell him to leave...or are you and Kurt into threesomes...or...?" Kurt blushed profusely at the last comment, and muttered a goodbye and rushed out the door.
"shit, Wes, your timing is fucking perfect." blain groaned before slamming his head into the wall.
Possibly TBC?
I don't know yet-let me know what you guys think!