So I may be a little late on the Klaine train, but here I am! Hope there are still fans out there.
As a general disclaimer for this story, I do not own any Glee characters, locations, storylines, etc.
Somewhat follows canon to a point. Rated M for language + hot and heavy action ;)
Short and sweet, but more to come soon!
Another Life
Chapter 1
Oh, how easy it was to get lost in Blaine Anderson. Even in the midst of an argument, Kurt Hummel found his fiancé irresistible. It could have something to do with the soft, gentle lips that were currently everything but gentle against his right now. Or maybe it was the curve of his strong shoulders and back that Kurt's hands could never get enough of. Or could it be the way that Blaine could make him forget all of the worries and thoughts swirling around in his mind with one heavy-lidded look? Hmm...What were they arguing about again?
"Kurt," Blaine cut him off in the middle of a thought, pushing him backward onto their bed. Kurt growled and wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine to bring their lips together. He shivered as Blaine slid his tongue tantalizingly along his bottom lip. "Kurt," Blaine began again, breaking away. Kurt let out a small whine. "Your argument is invalid. There's no such thing as being your own person when you are two halves of a whole. We're so...intertwined..." Blaine hitched Kurt's leg up around his hip.
Kurt groaned, throwing his head back, as Blaine began rolling his hips against Kurt's.
"I'm just saying," Kurt said breathlessly. "How are we supposed to know who we are as-ah-individuals?" Blaine's lips had found their way to his neck.
Kurt slid his hands underneath Blaine's waistband, squeezing his ass. The action had its desired effect. Blaine let out a hissing breath and bucked his hips down into Kurt's, creating incredible friction between their erections.
"Are you telling me that there will come a time when we'll be without each other?" Blaine asked in a low voice while opening the top of Kurt's shirt. His fingers brushed lightly across Kurt's collarbone, causing Kurt to arch his back and let out a yelp.
"Fuck, Blaine." He brought Blaine's mouth back to his hungrily and pulled Blaine's hips even closer to his own. "Never," he breathed.
Suddenly they were pulled from their frenzy by the shrill voice of their roommate.
"We're baaaaack!" Pause. "Ack! Jesus Christ!"
Blaine grudgingly lifted his head to see Rachel standing in the middle of the loft holding a cake and balloons.
Santana walked in behind her, spotting the boys and rolling her eyes. "I know it's your birthday, Lady Hummel, but ain't none of us wanna watch y'alls do the Rumpy Pumpy."
Blaine rolled off of Kurt and pulled them both up to a standing position, rearranging himself in his pants. He leaned in close to Kurt's ear and whispered "This isn't over."
Kurt shivered in anticipation. This was going to be a great birthday.
Kurt's 20th birthday party was in full swing. The HummelBerry loft (now the HummelBerryLopezAnderson loft) was full of Kurt and Blaine's closest friends who were eating (too much), drinking (too much), and having a great time.
Kurt spotted Blaine from across the room, and he couldn't help but to feel his heart swell with happiness. Blaine had really taken to life in NYC, and their life together. Kurt had been terrified to take this leap with Blaine, but it had really paid off. They were so happy.
But despite all of that, Kurt had been plagued by one nagging question over the past few weeks.
Who would he be if he wasn't with Blaine?
The two had been together for so long that everything that he and Blaine did was influenced by the other. Would he make the same decisions, think the same thoughts, be the same person if he wasn't with Blaine? They had never taken the time to discover who they were apart from each other. For nearly as long as he could remember, they had been Kurt and Blaine, Blaine and Kurt, or the endearing Klaine.
Kurt was happy. Maybe the happiest he'd ever been. So why couldn't he shake these thoughts?
He was brought out of his reverie by Santana twirling around him and grinding against him.
"Cheer up, second favorite gay."
Kurt held her at arm's length, giving her an amused smile. "You're drunk. Wait...second favorite?"
"You're being a buzzkill," she smacked his ass. "Go enjoy your guests!" She caught Artie as he wheeled by, and hopped on his lap, riding away.
He walked to the other side of the room to where Blaine was talking to a few of their NYADA friends. Kurt snaked his arm around Blaine's waist, settling his hand in Blaine's back pocket.
"Happy birthday, Kurt! Blaine was just telling us about your plans to go to Europe this summer! How exciting!" A girl from Blaine's class gushed.
Kurt nodded, but his mind was suddenly in the bedroom with Blaine.
He put his lips to Blaine's ear as the others discussed their favorite travel destinations. "Can we continue that argument now?" He asked Blaine, voice laden with lust.
Blaine laughed softly, pushing his ass into Kurt's hand. "Hold on, Killer. We have guests to entertain."
"You're no fun when you're sober," Kurt pouted playfully, eliciting another laugh from Blaine.
"Someone has to be responsible here. Plus, birthday boy, you need to blow out the candles on your cake." He winked and nodded toward the kitchen table.
Kurt's guests had gathered around the table, which was now home to a beautiful two-tier cake, design courtesy of Isabelle and his other Vogue coworkers.
Rachel grabbed his shoulders and steered him toward the chair in front of the cake, and pushing him down into it as everyone sang to him. He felt such a sense of warmth and family looking into the eyes of the friends gathered around him that he had to blink back tears.
"Make a wish, Kurt!" Rachel encouraged, pushing the cake toward him.
Kurt closed his eyes. I wish I could know who I would be if I had never met Blaine.
He blew out the candles.
