A/N: Hi. Yeah. So I'm starting another story. I don't even know what this is, or where it's going but it probably has a purpose and yeah. I hope you like it and stuff because I literally just spewed it out of my fingertips. Ha.
Don't own Glee, never will and if I did, it'd be The Klaine Show so yeah.
"Kurt, c'mon, you'll love it! You need to get out of the house more often."
"No, Finn, you just want to go to this party that is, if I might add, two hours away to get drunk and you want me to come so I can be the designated driver. Right?"
Finn shifted guiltily from foot to foot. "Um.. no.. I mean, dude, you don't know how many gay dudes could be at this party."
Kurt raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Finn. Think about what dad will say when we come home at god only knows what time of the morning with you blowing our cover because your gigantic feet are incapable of making no sound. Think of how much trouble we'll be in."
"But Kurt," Finn whined, "Why can't you be cool for once?"
"Ugh, fine! You won't give up until I say yes anyways so why not" Kurt replied with a roll of his eyes.
Finn clapped his hands together and squealed like a five year old girl before galloping away and sounding like bombs where being thrown down on their house.
Kurt rolled his eyes; I guess I better go find an outfit. I only have three hours he thought and trudged off to his bedroom.
Three hours later saw Kurt, looking amazing as ever if he did say so himself, with his hair perfectly coiffed and sitting just how he wanted (with the helpful aid of half a can of hairspray), adorning a white button up shirt, his favourite midnight blue, velvet bow tie and his tightest black skinny jeans, complete with spiked studs on the pockets and a few seductive rips here and there.
He made his way to Finn's room but was stopped midway up the stares by one Burt Hummel looking slightly disapproving.
"Kiddo, where're your pants?"
"Oh. I don't know, dad, possibly on my legs? I can't be sure, but a wild guess there." He bit back.
Burt visibly retracted, "now c'mon kid, that's not fair. I was just saying those jeans are a little… inappropriate, don't you think?"
"Well considering that I'm probably the only out gay guy in Ohio, I think I'm pretty safe, dad. I'm going to go find that lumber some people call Finn now." And with a sigh he continued up the stairs to begin the long night ahead of him.
When he arrived at Finn's room he found the aforementioned boy, face down on his bed, in only his boxers, asleep.
"Just remember, Kurt, they'll all work for you someday," he reminded himself as he made his way over to Finn, sneakily avoiding all the piles of rubbish and dirty clothes littering the floor.
"Gross," Kurt said, wrinkling his nose.
When he reached the bed, he leaned over and started poking Finn's side, but of course, Finn could sleep through a zombie apocalypse and he didn't even budge. So he started flicking him; over and over and over again.
Finn only mumbled and swatted at Kurt's hand before snuffling and rolling so his back was to Kurt.
"Why me? What did I ever do wrong? Nothing. I have impeccable fashion sense. How did I deserve this?" Kurt grumbled to himself.
For the next five or so minutes he continued to poke, slap, push, shove and kick a dead to the world Finn, refusing to jump on him and risk messing up his perfect hair and outfit, before he just screamed in his ear.
"FINN YOU OAF. GET. YOUR. ASS. UP. OR. ELSE." Finn immediately jumped up, smacking Kurt in the head in the process.
"Ouch! Finn! You idiot, do you know how long it took me to do my hair? Go get dressed and ready and if you fall asleep again, so help me…" he trailed off, running out of the room to get his hair products and start all over again.
Kurt and Finn were running out of the door, ignoring Burt's calls of "no alcohol, drugs and girls OR boys" and into Kurt's Navigator half an hour later.
Kurt turned on his favourite radio station and hummed along to whatever song was playing, he wasn't paying much attention. He was imagining what it'd be like if there actually was someone at this party who caught his attention, who was actually gay and was interested in him. He'd never kissed a boy before (Karofsky, the ogre, didn't count because well that was pretty much assault) and he was curious what it'd feel like to have the lips of another boy on his, tongue asking for entrance, hands roaming lower, lower, lower until -
"Kurt! You're swerving! Pay attention! I don't want to die, I just want to have a good time!" Kurt had almost swerved off the road, so caught up in his daydream. He shook his head to rid the previous thoughts out of his head.
They arrived at the house in Westerville approximately two hours later. It was 8.30 and the party seemed to be in full swing. Excellent. No awkward "sorry do I know you's?" Kurt thought to himself as they made their way up the pebble pathway leading to the front doors.
The doors were already open and as the two boys stepped inside their mouths fell open. They'd never seen such a grandeur home. It radiated wealth at every corner. It wasn't very lived in but everything was leather, hardwood floors and white walls. It was delicious, Kurt thought but he much preferred his own homey house.
He was knocked out of his thoughts by being tackle hugged by one Noah Puckerman. Why didn't he guess that he was the reason Kurt was in this soon to be awkward situation right now?
"Dudes," he was slurring so he'd obviously already had a few to drink, "come hit up the dance floor and… what was I saying? Oh yeah! Have a drink, you've gotta have a drink c'mon I'll get you one," with that he pushed both Finn and Kurt towards the table with all the drinks.
Puck handed Kurt a cup of… something… and he reluctantly took it, not expecting to drink any of it but Puck was watching him. "I'm not leaving until you drink it, Hudson – I mean Hummel. I want you to have a good time." He garbled.
Kurt really just wanted to get out of this conversation with Puck, so, to please him, he took a sip of the drink and surprising felt that he actually liked it and took another sip.
He didn't intend on getting drunk so he periodically took small sips and followed Finn and Puck to the food table. It was halfway through Finn's seventh party pie that he saw a girl he apparently liked and him and Puck hit up the dance floor, leaving a very lonely Kurt Hummel to fend for himself.
He sat on one of the stools, observing the dance floor. Everyone was mildly uninteresting and he was getting seriously bored so he started taking bigger swallows of his drink until he had to get another cup of it. When he got back to his viewing stool, he noticed a fairly short boy with curly hair, which was coming undone from what seemed to be kilos of gel sheltering his head. The mysterious boy had oddly triangular eyebrows and the oddest fashion. It was slightly grandpa liked but this guy could certainly rock it.
Kurt found himself checking him out and internally slapped himself because, one, he was gay and Ohioans are homophobes, two, this boy was gorgeous and straight and must have had a stunning, blonde girlfriend somewhere in the throng of teens, sweating and dancing and grinding.
He was so lost in thought and staring at this attractive person that he didn't realise that said boy had caught him staring and was seductively cocking his eyebrow at Kurt, as if challenging to come over.
Kurt turned away, blushing beet red and thankful for the darkness of the room. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find the boy he'd been staring at, hazel eyes boring into his own.
"My name's Blaine." He said, sticking out his hand to Kurt.
"Blaine? Are you from the fifties or something?" Kurt found himself spluttering out. He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, horrified at what he'd said, "I'm so sorry! That was rude and out of line and why did I say that? I don't know. Apparently I have no brain to mouth filter and..yeah." he rambled on.
Blaine was laughing at him, his eyes bright and teasing. "Really, it's fine. I get it a lot. My parents are very old fashioned," as he said it his voice seemed to harden but then it was gone before Kurt could think into it. "So, you've got my name, do I get the pleasure of knowing a gorgeous boy like your self's name?"
"Kurt. I'm Kurt."
"Well, Kurt, it's definitely a pleasure to make your acquaintance," his golden eyes darkened slightly as he said it and Kurt wondered if this Blaine was gay. "So! Are you enjoying yourself? You seem to be having the time of your life here, I'm surprised no girls have been throwing themselves at you," he teased with a wink.
Well, Blaine, two can play the flirtatious game. "No, actually, maybe they're all too busy surrounding around you. Not that I'd be interested anyways, they're lacking a certain… asset that I quite enjoy." And woah, okay, where'd all that confidence come from? Kurt found himself questioning.
Blaine just laughed harder, "Well, that makes you and me both! I'm glad that I've found another human being who knows the right way of life," and he was off with his winking again and he really needed to stop or else he might find himself with an armful of Kurt Hummel and his lips because, really, this boy was unfairly attractive and effortlessly so.
Before Kurt could think of anything sassy and witty to come back with, Blaine was standing up, holding his hand out to Kurt and saying, "how about we go find somewhere a little quieter to…talk?" with a mischievous grin and Kurt couldn't say no, so up he went with Blaine trailing behind.
They were in the deserted hallway when Kurt turned around to say something to Blaine when he caught him staring at his ass. Oh.
"Enjoying the view?" he quipped with a raised eyebrow.
The next thing he knew he was being pushed against the wall by Blaine, said boy's lips hovering mere inches from Kurt's; their breaths intermingling, the smell of alcohol strong but not unbearable. "You're really, really attractive, Kurt. I don't think I can control myself around you," he said before Kurt wound his fists in Blaine's shirt and tugging him forward so their lips connected.
And wow, Kurt thought. There were explosions of all sorts. If this is what all kisses were like he totally understood why Finn insisted on shoving his tongue down Rachel's throat every time they saw each other and why am I thinking about my stepbrother and best friend while I have this gorgeous boy around me? What is wrong with me?
Blaine tasted like alcohol but also something sweeter, nicer, much like Blaine himself. It was a taste so unique to Blaine and so addictive that Kurt was certain drug dealers would make millions out of it if it were tangible.
He felt Blaine's tongue, tracing his upper lip, asking for entrance and he eagerly allowed it while simultaneously winding his hands around Blaine's neck, pulling him closer, making the kiss deeper. He couldn't get enough of Blaine and wanted more, more, more. He toyed with the loose curls at the nape of Blaine's neck as Blaine's hands squeezed into his hips probably a bit too tightly but neither could care because this was hot and Kurt never wanted to stop.
He loosened his hands from around Blaine's neck and ran them down Blaine's back, even lower until he reached the delicious swell of Blaine's ass. He squeezed and felt Blaine's hips jerk forward in response. He could feel Blaine's semi-erect cock pressing into his thigh and holy shit that is really hot.
He heard Blaine groan, rubbing against Kurt's thigh to get more friction and Kurt moaned as a reaction and pressed upwards, itching for contact. Blaine slowly reached down and palmed Kurt through his jeans, feeling his cock growing more and more erect and ouch that's kinda painful why did I wear these jeans, ow.
"Blaine," he whined, breaking the kiss and in turn, Blaine started mouthing over Kurt's neck, leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses along his neck, strategically sucking and biting and licking just enough to get Kurt all hot and bothered. "Le-let's get out of here.. or upstairs.. or somewhere.. please."
"Well, since you're begging…" he tried to tease but Kurt could see how affected he was as well, his eyes dark and lust blown. Nothing like the pools of honey he witnessed when they first met.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and started at a run through the corridor. It was kind of awkward because it was the opposite hand but Kurt didn't mind as he was too busy trying to ignore the jolts of electricity shooting up his arm at every place they touched.
Kurt wasn't too sure why he was being so forward with Blaine but something about him just struck Kurt, he couldn't just settle for a makeout session. He needed more, he longed for it.
When they finally reached an empty bedroom after having walked in on at least three couples getting down and dirty, Blaine pushed Kurt against the door once he'd slammed it closed but Kurt, in turn, pushed him back until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell down, dragging Kurt down on top of him.
Blaine immediately reconnected their lips in a searing kiss filled to the brim with passion, lust, tongues and swallowed moans of pleasure. Kurt felt Blaine's now fully erect cock pressing into his hip again and experimentally nudged one of his legs wider, pressing down into him and watching as Blaine pulled his mouth away, tipped his head back and let out a low and gravelly "Kurt", revelling in the sounds he was drawing out of this gorgeous boy, lying under him.
He continued to rut down onto Blaine and when the friction was becoming too much pulled away. Blaine broke off their searing kiss and pouted at Kurt, looking like a kicked puppy. Kurt couldn't help but laugh but stopped instantly when he noticed Blaine's hand undoing the zipper to his jeans, his breath caught, was he really going to let a stranger do this? Have his first orgasm with another person who he didn't even know their last name? No. He wasn't.
"Hummel," he choked out, "My name's Kurt Hummel."
Blaine looked up in confusion, stopping his advances towards Kurt's erection then understanding dawning on his beautiful features. "Ha, alright! I'm Blaine Anderson, nice to taste you," he rasped out with another wink. Seriously, those winks will be the death of me.
After this, they went back to their desperate and fervent kissing, Blaine successfully pulling Kurt's jeans and briefs down in one go. Kurt broke the kiss, suddenly self-conscious. This was the most intimate he'd ever been and no one had ever seen this part of him, of course he was nervous. Turns out, he needn't be as Blaine was positively salivating just looking at him, he licked his lips and turned his darkened eyes towards Kurt. "Can I… I want to… Can I … taste?" he finally got out and Kurt's eyes went wide and his cock twitched, apparently a fan of the idea.
"Oh God yes, make it good, Anderson"
Blaine laughed before swiftly flipping the two over so that Kurt was now lying on the bed. Blaine sunk down and experimentally flicked out his tongue to lick at the pre-cum gathering at the tip of his darkened cock. Kurt keened; holy shit and I thought my hand was good. It has nothing on this. Nothing. Blaine further sunk his mouth over Kurt, licking and sucking; taking Kurt as far as he could and toying with his balls with his hands.
Kurt let out a foul string of profanities that would earn him his mouth being washed out with soap in any other occasion but was all Kurt could muster at this moment. He could have sworn Blaine was positively made to suck cock and within minutes was fiercely tugging on Blaine's now freed curls. "I'm gonna… I'm…soon!" he practically screamed because using inside voices was not acceptable when he was feeling like this.
Instead of releasing Kurt, Blaine just became more eager and sucked harder, licking around the tip of his cock and all of a sudden Kurt saw stars shooting behind his eyes and was coming harder than he had ever before. The last thing he remembered was screaming out Blaine's name before everything went black.
When he awoke, it was to find Blaine's face hovering over his, contorted with concern. "Are you okay!" he asked immediately. Kurt sat up and wiped his face before realisation dawned on him after feeling a slight breeze on his oversensitive cock. Oh. Oops.
"Please, please, please tell me I didn't pass out because of my orgasm. Is that even normal? How does that happen?"
Blaine chuckled, glad that Kurt was okay. "I've never experienced it first hand but I've heard it can happen. In any case, thank you, it's quite the compliment."
Kurt blushed profusely and ducked his head before realising he hadn't returned the favour for Blaine. "Do you want me to.. you know?" he asked hesitantly.
Blaine looked away and rubbed at his neck, seeming shy for the first time tonight. "Uh, no. That won't be necessary," he looked down to his pants where it was evident his cock had softened and there was a wet patch.
"Oh. Oh. Right. Gotcha." He winked, trying to relieve some of the awkward tension in the room. "So, um, what do you want to do now? Do you want to go back down and dance?"
"Honestly? No. Not really, I don't usually do this," You could have fooled me, Kurt thought. "I'd rather sit here and talk to you, get to know you." He finished with an adorable smile. Kurt positively melted. This boy was continuously catching by surprise.
"Sounds good to me! What do you want to know?"
The two boys ended up talking for hours on end, never losing interest or not having something to say. They talked about school, interests, music and friends. Things got deep for awhile as Kurt told Blaine about the bullying and Karofsky and how he'd treated him and what he'd done and Blaine, in turn, recounted stories of his being bullied back in middle school before he transferred to his current school.
They had so much in common and both boys found when the other would smile at them, a strange and unfamiliar flutter would penetrate their insides.
It was around two in the morning when they began to doze off, both lying down on the bed with Kurt resting his head on Blaine's chest; the soothing sound of his heart beat lulling him to sleep. They were in such a intimate and romantic position that one would think they were boyfriends.
Their perfect calm was, of course, disturbed by a tipsy and fumbling, bumbling, stampeding Finn barrelling into the room, screaming at Kurt that they had to go or else Santa won't come. Where Finn pulled Santa from considering it was March, Kurt had no idea but he figured he was right.
Reluctantly Kurt got up, Finn trying to push Kurt out of the room but seeing that Kurt wasn't budging yet, he picked him up and uncoordinatedly threw him over his shoulder.
"FINN!" Kurt shrieked, beating his fists against his giant of a brother's back, "PUT ME DOWN, YOU IDIOT!" But Finn didn't listen to him and before he knew it, they'd stumbled out the front door and to the car without a last glance at Blaine.
Kurt didn't ever see Blaine again.
