Warning: This fic contains; graphic violence, coarse language, sexually mature themes, homosexuality, sexuality, bisexuality, stalking, creepy behavior, attempted suicide, kinks, death threats and mental instability.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
I'll Be Watching You
On this particularly day Kurt was nude.
A flimsy pale white sheet barely covering his long creamy legs as he lie in bed, angelic face deep in sleep. It was a rarity to see him sleeping naked, considering how he finicky he was about personal hygiene and how much he loved his silk navy blue P.J's. Both arms folded under his white pillow, his head turned to his left, brown soft hair falling over his eyes without the product holding it in place. Partially obstructing the view of his face was the pillow, as his back rose with each sleepy breath, his lips curled into a small smile as the daylight coaxed him out of the slumber he was in. His pale skin looked even darker in the dim early morning light, the muscles in his back occasionally twitching as his mind traveled through the remnants of his dream.
The sheet always seemed to gather around his hips no matter how much or how little he had tossed throughout the night. Bunches of white Egyptian material hid his ass, the swell of it teasingly just under the sheet begging to be groped and fucked. Long legs with a light coating of brown hair and well developed calves led to his bare feet that usually stuck out from the bottom of the sheet. On most nights he would have been asleep on his back; fastidious about keeping his face away from the pillow because of the bacteria he imagined swarming the surface.
However, tonight was different, tonight he had entertained company, his boyfriend, and they'd gone to a bar for drinks then came back to Kurt's apartment where they made deep passionate love long into the night. It was obvious that Kurt was far too warn out to care about getting dressed in his night clothing, considering the several sexual positions they had tried.
Kurt's legs over Adam's shoulders.
Kurt on all fours.
Then of course a favorite of his, Kurt in missionary position.
Exhausted, they had both collapsed onto the bed, no cuddling of course because Kurt didn't care much for it and Adam didn't seem like the type. No, tonight was just about a drunken fuck and that's exactly how it ended.
His sleeping arrangements varied depending on the weather. On colder nights, he slept peacefully under beige comforter with each square puffed to the maximum with feathers. On warmer nights, like last night, he slept with only a sheet. With the sun now peaking over the horizon he observed Kurt awaken, first his hand twitched as if his body was a tuned to the morning and then he rolled over onto his side, his hand slammed onto the snooze button before it rang. Then, very slowly he reached over to his lover and placed a small kiss on his temple.
Kurt yawned, stretching his limbs they crack and his sleep blue eyes opened up slowly. To his right, his lover began to stir, leaning over he planted a chaste kiss against Kurt's pink lips. They both moaned then mumbled good morning and with a devious smile Kurt crawled under the covers and Adam's head lolled back, hips arching off the bed, his hand tangled in Kurt's hair as he suckled on his noticeable erection.
It was something they did almost every morning. Adam awoke achingly hard, desperate for Kurt's lips and of course he would oblige, sticking his ample ass in the air and slurring at Adam's cock like a greedy slut, leaving the older man wanton. Then once his lover was brought to the peak of pleasure, cuming in hot sprits into Kurt's mouth he'd grin then jump out of bed and into the shower.
But today they decided to bask in the post-orgasmic glow and Adam wrapped his arms around Kurt kissing languidly up and down his neck. After a few minutes of cuddling, Kurt swung his legs over the side of the bed. His bare feet padded across the hardwood floor as he walked to his bathroom and started the hot water in his shower. Under the spray, he washed his hair first, letting the shampoo sit while he used his vanilla scented body wash and lathered up his body.
Kurt always showered first.
Mostly because he had a strict skin, hair and nail regiment that needed to be followed, while Adam showered lazily, scrubbing his body briefly before stepping out.
When he was done rinsing the soap and shampoo, he got out and dried off with a fluffy towel. He always started with his face, and then continued over his shoulders, down his arms before moving onto his chest, legs, and finally, his back. Bringing the towel up to his head, he rubbed his hair quickly, gathering the excess moisture from his brown hair.
He brushed his teeth, always with his pink toothbrush kept in the black holder on the left side of his sink. As he looked in the mirror, he moved the brush around his mouth several times before he spit the mint toothpaste into the white porcelain sink. Grabbing the black cup off the marble counter, he filled it with water and rinsed his mouth out. He shaved next, dragging the razor along the scruff with clean precise strokes before banging it against the sink's edge and dipping it under the water. Then of course his skin regiment, wrapping the towel around his waist he walked out of the bathroom and sat at his vanity table. Apply various creams he massaged it in carefully into his skin.
Once they were both dressed they discussed their plans for the day, conversationally or they just listened to the news for weather and traffic reports. Today Kurt dressed in gray patterned slacks with a matching gray long sleeve shirt with a stylish white collar, while his lover wore something more casual because he would be with his students all day. When the clock struck seven Adam left in haste, kissing Kurt roughly, his large hands massaging his ass and his tongue down Kurt's throat. Kurt laughed, shoving his lover out the door before closing it soundly behind him.
It was in times like these where Blaine felt the bile rise from his throat threatening to come out. He hated their long goodbyes filled with lust and passion.
It disgusted him.
Kurt deserved better than a lowly TA at NYADA.
He deserved someone who knew him inside and out. Like how he didn't like having two carbs in one meal or that he preferred pants to shorts because he was self-conscious about his pale skin. Or that he enjoyed harlequin romance novels on occasion. Blaine was sure Adam knew none of those things. Breathing in deeply he watched the front door for a minute and was glad he perfectly timed when Kurt was leaving because he was currently locking his front door and walking towards his car. As if sensing a presence he stopped and turned causing Blaine to react quickly and duck behind the tree he was standing next too. Scanning the area Kurt shrugged and got into his car, pulled out of the driveway and drove to work.
Watching the car bypass him and swerved down the street Blaine physically relaxed, his head falling back against the tree trunk as it supported his weight. He wasn't sure why but his heart was thundering in his chest, just the thought of having those gorgeous blue eyes on him sent his entire body into a panic.
It's all he's dreamed of since they day he's laid eyes on Kurt.
Licking his dry lips, he rearranged his large thick framed glasses that were sliding down his nose. After his heart rate slowed he stepped out from the tree, waved to the neighbors that stared at him questionably and walked to his car that was parked half a block away from Kurt's house. Checking his wrist watch he realized that he would be late for work if he didn't leave now, so he jogged most of the way there. Out of breath he finally reached his Pontiac 2000, jumped in and drove to his job at Vogue. Dot. Com.
Kurt hated when his secretary was late.
And of course Blaine had a nasty habit of being late.
A/N: Hey ya'll, this is just the prolong but let me know if I should continue. Warning this will be dark just like all my other stories and Blaine is going to be stalking Kurt.
So, should I continue?
