A/N: I can NOT, fathom why I am uploading this, because it literally sucks. I request the patent for the word "Hummeryloperson", though. Also I WARN you that I have this notion that Kurt likes to make love slowly like the cute romantic that he is, and Blaine mostly just wants to be fucked and owned because he's a cockslut.
That is all. Try to enjoy!
A different point of view can make a whole world of a difference
There have been many happy and amazing and perfect things in Kurt's life that can be attributed to Blaine Anderson. Having a best friend who understood him in every way, and later a boyfriend for the first time, having someone to kiss. Losing his virginity in the most beautiful way possible with the most beautiful person ever, those kinds of things. He has never been more happy because of Blaine than he is now, though.
That is because Blaine has now moved in with them, Blaine has finally finished high school, they have finally worked out their issues, and now they are together. Together in New York, actually living together (well, Rachel and Santana are along, too, but that is only a technicality), attending NYADA together, sleeping in the same bed every night together...
Sometimes, when Kurt has a few minutes to himself, just to think, he recalls those things. And he can hardly believe it. He thinks of the boy he was five years ago: in the closet, scared of everything (even his own talent) and, most of all, lonely. Lonely even with his friends, lonely when he sung on stage – always background vocals, because his high voice was too 'unique' for Lima, Ohio. Lonely even when he had sleepovers with Mercedes and Rachel, lonely when his father got married, lonely when he sung for the cheerios and won a nationals title for a woman who called him Lady for a long, long time, but who also managed to make him feel real confidence in himself and in his talent for the first time ever.
And now this is where he is, and he wants to savor every single minute of every single day of it. He does that with every little thing he does. He savors his newly found happiness when he kisses Blaine, when he holds his hand in the corridors of NYADA, when they sing together while making breakfast for the inhabitants of chez Humerryloperson. Basking in glorious happiness is not something he is used to, but he discovers that he is very good at it.
While he is perfectly aware that he and Blaine are really horrible at keeping their private stuff, well, private, he can't really help what he does. Especially in those moments when Blaine just looks at him, with that gaze of amazed wonder and love and adoration, and Kurt just loses himself in it. Maybe they should tone it down, and maybe the girls are more annoyed by Kurt and Blaine's antics than they let on, and maybe it really is unfair to pretty much flaunt their happiness in front of both of their very single roommates.
But.
But there isn't much he can do about it, and he refuses to make himself unless the girls launch an intervention. Perhaps he is scared to come down from the constant happiness-high he is on, because two weeks before Thanksgiving last year, there was a night that taught him how easily it could all be over. Shattered.
So when Blaine is all settled in, and it seems that Santana and Rachel are getting used to things, and it becomes obvious that Blaine and Kurt can best handle the workload at NYADA together in much the same way they did at Dalton, he decides it is time to cease making love twenty-four-seven and go out for an evening, Kurt and Blaine on their own. Without having to be dragged out of the apartment by friends.
They go to see a musical on Broadway, and the taxi ride is another one of those surreal moments. Kurt just looks out of the window, takes everything in, dopey smile on his face and happy glimmer in his eyes. His hair is done up, the fresh blonde highlights catching attention even in the dimmest light. He is wearing one of his understated-but-hot outfits, and he knows that Blaine is trying hard not to drool over his ass. The two boys have promised each other to get through the whole night without sneaking off for sex or anything related to it, after all.
Mostly, they are only trying to remind themselves that sex isn't why they're together, it's the love they have for each other, and lately, one could almost call them fuck buddies more than soulmates.
The performance is amazing. Both of them have an amazing time, even though the whole thing is rather uneventful, as it all goes off without a hitch. They bask in it, just as they have been basking in everything since the day Blaine's plane landed in JFK airport. Nothing goes wrong, nobody frowns at them as they hold hands or sneak kisses, the actors and actresses on the stage don't faint or mess up their lines, nobody's phone rings during the performance, which is why nobody freaks out and tries to smash an audience member's head in with a stage prop.
Kurt tells Blaine the story of Cassandra July, who did exactly that when an old man's phone rang during one of her very first big Broadway performances. Blaine tries not to laugh about it, then feels a bit sorry for her, and the night is, all in all, a success.
When the show is over, they have a few drinks and opt to walk the remaining few blocks home. Thecool air feels amazing on overheated skin, but Blaine's jacket isn't very warm, and by the time they giggle their way upstairs, he has ice-cold fingers and cheeks and really, really needs Kurt to warm him up.
Rachel and Santana are already asleep when they get home, and Kurt dryly notices the empty bottle of wine on the table.
"Maybe they'll get drunk enough to hook up someday.", Blaine suggests, making Kurt desperately stifle his giggles at the thought.
"That will be the day that Finn decides to eat a vegetarian pizza.", he whispers. He quickly and quietly checks on Rachel, while Blaine does the same for Santana. They've made it a habit to check that the girl's earplugs are in after a few not-so-nice incidents. The precaution proves to be unnecessary, though, as both girls are soundly sleeping, earplugs in place. Santana is even quietly snoring, cheeks flushed from the wine, and if that isn't the cutest Blaine has ever seen her look like, he doesn't know what is.
He now knows that the two ladies could sleep through a world war, at least for the next six hours.
It's more than enough time.
When he finds himself back in Kurt's arms, he barely hears the whispered "Sleeping like a good little Jewish baby" before their lips are pressed together and he's warming his still-cold fingers on Kurt's hot waist. They break apart with a quiet sound, and fingers find buttons and zippers, and soon enough pants and shirts are sliding to the floor.
Blaine's mind is slightly fuzzy, and the high-strung feelings from the perfect evening are making everything feel twice as intense, and he just really, really wants Kurt's cock in his ass, but Kurt is feeling particularly teasing tonight.
He loves it.
Kurt lets all of their clothing fall off the side of the bed carelessly. Then he's kissing Blaine, slow and careful and loving, trailing hot fingers over hotter skin, and Blaine shudders. His cock has been hard for a while, and with the mood Kurt is in, it will be hard for another while, he knows.
When they slide into bed together, he sighs happily and draws Kurt closer, placing butterfly kisses all over his face while Kurt slides his fingers into Blaine's hair in order to free it from its gelled helmet.
When they finally let their bodies join in a haze of wet, sliding lube and hot fingers, Blaine is about ready to burst with the love he has for Kurt. He doesn't hesitate to tell him, too, repeating it over and over again, like a prayer "I love you, love you, love you so, so much..." and when they come, they do so together and ride out their highs before slipping into a deep, exhausted sleep.
The next morning, the sun tickles Kurt awake softly, and he blinks away the sleepiness before looking at the adorable creature wrapped around him. Blaine is awake and staring at him, his hair a mess and dried come on his belly and looking generally adorable and fuckable at the same time.
"Good morning, gorgeous.", he says, smiling, fusing their lips together in a sweet kiss. "Morning baby.", Kurt answers and stretches languidly, letting joints pop before he sits up. He feels slightly dizzy for a few seconds, but it subsides quickly and he looks over at Blaine, who has a very expectant look in his eyes. He grins, remembering.
"I know what you're looking at me like that for. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten my promise.", he says, making Blaine smile back happily. "Awesome. Let's go shower!"
Yesterday, after Kurt took his daily morning shower without waking Kurt, Blaine was very, very disappointed because he had really wanted to join in the fun, and Kurt had subsequently promised to make it up to him – today.
Blaine is out of the bed before Kurt can even laugh about his childish antics, tugging on his arm eagerly, "Come on, before the girls have time to drink their coffee and become lucid enough to realize we're in there together."
They know that they're absolutely failing to stifle their giggles, but the apartment is quiet except for Rachel and Santana's murmurs in the kitchen, and they manage to sneak into the bathroom undetected and turn on the shower. Kurt was already half-hard when he woke up, and seeing that Blaine was already standing at attention makes the rest very easy. After only minutes, he has his boyfriend pressed against the shower wall and was stretching him carefully, being overly gentle because Blaine's ass is still very - well, open, and probably a bit sensitive from last night. He can only tease his nipples a little before Blaine starts the inevitable "Come on, we did it your way last night, just fuck me", and Kurt is all too happy to comply. After sliding three fingers in one last time to find Blaine wet (of course he played with himself while waiting for Kurt to wake up) and ready, he drops the gentle act and, without warning, pushes his cock into the tight heat.
"Like this, baby?", he asks. "Ye-es...mmh", Blaine sighs and a bit awkwardly wraps his hands around Kurt's neck, not caring that his chest is being pushed into the ice-cold tiles because Kurt sets a quick, merciless rhythm immediately, and Blaine lets his brain turn off and just feels.
His prostate is struck every time, and he manages to say "Let me come from just your cock." when Kurt reaches out to pump him in time with his thrusts. This makes Kurt dig his fingers into Blaine's hips, speeding up a bit. Very soon, his voice is throaty and wretched as he hisses, "That's right baby - oh - take it...you take it so well, open up for me so well, god, Blaine. I love you so much, you feel so good around me..."
And Blaine is getting more incoherent with each thrust, barely able to voice his pleasure with, "Please - so good - right there - I can't - I'm so close-", moving with Kurt to make his cock strike his prostate even harder, and when Kurt notices that, he removes Blaine's hands from his neck and pushes them into the wall, not gripping his hips with one hand and his wrists with the other, and then he hears someone – two someones? - come in - or were they already here? - and realizes that they have an audience. He really wants to stop and yell at her or them to leave, but Blaine is a moaning mess, looking absolutely debauched and almost high on pleasure, so he pushes it out of his mind and keeps fucking furiously.
Soon enough, he hears the girls leave and is able to concentrate on the task at hand, and only seconds later both of them are coming, and he fills Blaine up with his come, fucking him through the orgasm and, when he can think clearly again, pulls out and turns him around to wrap his arms around Blaine's shaking body.
"I love you so much.", Blaine says, and fuses their lips together happily. They kiss for a while, and then start to wash each others hair gently and stay in the shower for a while, just making out and enjoying each others touch. Blaine is a little bit shaky on his feet, and so after they dry off and slip on boxers and T-shirts, he hoists Blaine up, letting him wrap his legs around his neck and securing him tightly to make sure he doesn't fall if he loosens his hold.
When they get into the kitchen and he sets his boyfriend down, he can feel the embarrassment and guilt practically seeping from the girls, and he remembers what he heard in the shower.
They're actually voluntarily making breakfast, and that alone confirms what he thought. He is fully prepared to chew them out big time, but again, they surprise him with genuine explanations and apologies. Kurt really knows he shouldn't, but he feels somehow flattered at what Rachel and Santana obviously think about what they saw this morning. Oh well.
He can forgive a one-time incident, right?
