Hey guys!
I hope you are not going to kill me for the long wait *puppy eyes* but you know life was pretty busy for me the last weeks. I was on vacation but don't worry, I've got so much writing done there, I already have the third and part of fourth chapter written so hopefully you are not going to wait for so long.
This chapter is kind of filler; I needed to explain some things.
Other differences from the story line Kurt never went into NYADA. After he didn't get in he took year off and then went to Parson to study fashion. And Blaine studied Music on NYU (I really hope you can study Music on NYU. I would check it for myself but my internet is just making fun of me right now )
Warnings: Little bit of swearing and some smut at the end.
Thanks goes to my beta gleeklaineKIT who is big help to me and always support me
And my favorite...I DON'T OWN GLEE (If I did I Klaine would be married by now)
Guys review! Let me know what you think!
Love Helen
Chapter two - George and Clooney
Living alone with Blaine was amazing, Kurt thought. Never in his life was he that happy. He just loved how easily they felt into their own routine. In the mornings he wasn't woken up by somebody (read Finn) bursting into their room and demanding breakfast from Kurt. Instead of he was usually woken up by soft kisses which would very soon turn into amazing morning sex. Now they could be as loud as they wanted and both of them used it to their advantage.
At weekends they would continue in their smutty activities or would take a shower together. On work days they would rush through the breakfast so they could leave for their works, Kurt heading to the subway and Blaine taking their SUV. It was mainly because his work at the Warblers Music Centre (now it wasn't only recording/production studio but they also offered a music lesson now they have Blaine, a music teacher) required lots of travelling on different business meetings.
But today he wished he would be the lucky one with car as he stepped out of the dirty subway. He was so tired. He spent the last ten hours in work, running around like crazy, doing everything for everyone. Two weeks ago he found a job in small fashion company called 'Entertain me'. He should work as an assistant of design manager but he did pretty much everything. And today was horrible, he needed to stay a while longer so he could finish paperwork his boss Marissa needed for the next day meeting. But he was glad nonetheless. Now he could bring money to their household too, everything didn't depend on Blaine anymore. Not that Blaine cared; he always said that he loved taking care of Kurt.
And to add to his exhaustion the weather was horrible. It was the end of the July but it was as cold as in October. The rain, which was falling whole day, was cold and persistent. Kurt only sighed when he realized that his umbrella was standing leaned against his desk at his office. So he hugged his (formerly Blaine's) cardigan tightly around himself and jogged the familiar streets to their apartment.
But he was looking forward to coming home. Yesterday morning Blaine promised him that he would persuade Wes and David to help him with painting their living room. That was the only room in their flat they wasn't already painted. Kurt wanted to do it on his day off but Blaine strictly ordered him not to. The furniture in their living room was heavy and he was afraid that Kurt would hurt himself. So he really hoped that after he got home the walls will be painted in the beige and peach shades he picked up a week ago. Kurt even went as far and planned a special dinner in his head for the boys because he knew that they would be hungry life wolfs.
He whistled to himself some tune he heard that day on the radio and didn't wait for the elevator instead he ran up the four floors. From his pocket he fished out his keys and unlocked the two locks they had.
"Honey I'm home!" He shouted as he stepped into the flat. He didn't get any answer but from the living room he could hear music and laughing of the boys. He smiled to himself and quickly shed himself of the soaked sweater. After he kicked off his old converses he went into the living room.
"Hey boys" He greeted with smile which soon froze on his lips. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked as he took the scene in front of him. The room was a total mess. Like bomb just erupted here and thrown everything out of its place. The furniture was moved in the middle of the room and covered in plastic sheeting. The carpet was rolled up and lined against the couch in the middle of the room. And sitting down on the floor, leaning against the back of the said couch were the three owners of the Warblers Music Centre, Wes, David and of course Blaine, empty cans of beer littering the floor around their legs.
"Kuuuuuuuuurt, you're home aer-early" Blaine slurred drunkenly and gave Kurt dazzling smile. The younger one didn't return it and once again looked around the room. Well, the walls were still bright white. Only on one were a few streaks of peach, as if someone were trying to see how the shadow looked after it dried.
"No, I'm not. Actually I'm late" He remarked dryly and put his hands on his hips. "So.." He quirked an eye-brow as he once again observed the mess. "Care to explain this to me?" He looked back down at the boys.
"Well the boys and I, we wanted to paint the room so we moved the stuff here. And you know it's really heavy Kurt, and we were thirsty so we made a break and have some beers" Blaine explained to him with puppy eyes. If Kurt was not angry he would be impressed by his eloquence. Usually when he was drunk his sentences didn't make any sense and it was hard to understand him.
"And when exactly you take your break?"
"I dunno" Wes shrugged and took another sip of his beer. "At five?"
"Yeah high five!" David suddenly woken up from his drunken slumber and stretch his arm so the other men could high-five him. "Guys my fingers look like worms! Look!" He pushed his fingers in Blaine's face.
"They look like chocolate bars. Do you smell like chocolate too?" Blaine hummed happily and nuzzled to David's palm. Kurt only heaved a tired sigh at this. He really didn't expect to come home to three drunken men. How was that song they once sing at sectionals? You can't always have what you want? Well yes, today he really didn't have what he wanted.
"Okay guys I'm going to break your little beer party you have here. Blaine you are going to bed okay?"
"And that's exactly why I love you Mister!" Blaine pointed at Kurt as he stumbled to his feet. "You always think as I do." He reached for Kurt's dress shirt and began undoing the buttons.
"Blaine! What do you think- what are you doing?" Kurt shrieked and slapped his hands away. Blaine didn't expect that and almost crashed to ground his drunken mind making everything dizzy but Kurt caught him before he hit the floor.
"I thought you said we are going to bed" The curly haired man pouted.
"No, you are going to. You lie down and sleep this off. You are going to be so hung over in the morning aren't you?"
"Kurt? I don't feel well" Blaine pouted miserably and laid his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"Oh my" The younger man sighed and embraced Blaine more tightly around his waist. "Okay cowboy let's go to the bed" He wound Blaine's arm around his neck and look down at the other boys. "If I call you a cab are you going to make it home safely?"
"We are not home?" David looked up at him confused. Kurt only groaned out.
"Okay can you at least stand up?" It took a while, in which Blaine tried to open Kurt's pants, but both of them scrambled to their feet. Kurt let them all to his and Blaine's bedroom and sat his drunken boyfriend on the bed.
"Okay pants and t-shirts down" He decided that no-one, not even his boyfriend, is going to lay on their expensive Egyptian cotton sheets in sweaty and dirty clothes.
"But Kurt! You can't have sex with them!" Blaine whined out horrified. "You are mine boyfriend. Imma- I'm not sharing you with these jerks!"
"I'm not having sex with them. I'm not going to have sex with anyone tonight. Nobody is going to have sex tonight do you hear me?" Kurt said sternly and looked at the two older Warblers. "Wes, David did you hear me you two? No sex tonight okay? Not in my bed. "Not again Kurt thought to himself remembering the one fateful night while boarding on Dalton when he stepped into his room he shared with Wes to see the two of them having sex in his bed.
Soon all men were tucked into Klaine's king sized bed. Kurt sat down at the edge reaching down to lightly touch Blaine's cheek. His boyfriend looked up at him with bright eyes and looped smile.
"Are you going to be sick Honey?" Kurt asked him and gently stroked his hair.
"No. Are you going to lay down with me?" He tugged at the collar of Kurt's shirt.
"Not now baby. Go to sleep okay?" He leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"I want goodnight kiss too" Wes whined out and puckered his lips.
"God shut up" David groaned out and slapped his hand on Wes' mouth. Kurt chuckled and turned back to Blaine only to see that his boyfriend was already snoring slightly. With soft smile he leaned down and kissed him on the tip of his nose tucking the blanket under his chin.
"Be good" He said softly to the other men and quietly left the room. In the living room he looked at the mess. Maybe he should clean it a little and made himself bed on the couch. Or…
He could paint the room.
Yeah he could do that.
The stuff was already moved away from the walls and everything was ready. And God knows in what conditions the boys would be in the morning. Scratch that it's almost ten and he is tired as dog. He is done waiting. Yeah he is going to paint the room by himself he decided and quietly went back to bedroom.
Without making much noise he rummaged through the dresser to find some shirt he could use for painting. After he found a suitable one (Blaine's Harvard's university shirt, a gift from his father, he never was too subtle, right?) he grabbed his really old MP3 player he usually used when he went for morning run and got back to the room. Quickly he changed, put the headphone in his ears and got to work.
Five hours later he stood in the middle of the room admiring his work. He praised himself, the room looked fabulous. It took him much longer than he expected because the paint just didn't want to dry but it was worth it.
He stretched his back his bones popping loudly. Yes Blaine was right that stuff was really heavy. He was able to move back almost all their furniture only the bookshelf, old closet and couch remaining. And of course the carpet, because it belonged in the middle of the room under the couch. And he didn't install the TV back at the wall because he needed more than one pair of arms.
With vehement stretching and yawning he put the cans with the left over paint and the other stuff in closet in hallway and went into bathroom. He planned on taking quick shower but the hot water was wonderful on his sore and tired body so he stayed under the spray for a while.
He emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in his towel because he didn't think of taking his PJ's with him. So once again he sneaked into bedroom. He must suppress a laugh at the sigh that greeted him. Blaine was lying almost on top of David and Wes' head was hanging off the bed. He searched for the first phone he could find, thankfully it was Blaine's and snapped a few photos. After it he took some PJ's and also change of clothes for the morning. With last look at the boys he left the room.
He was changing into his flannel pants and old Dalton shirt when he realized that his bed was already held captive by the boys. Yeah he didn't think this through. Of course he could sleep on the couch but he was really sensitive to the smell of the paint, it already made his head throb slightly. There was only Blaine's study left so from the hallway closet he took both of their sleeping bags and went into the room. He laid one down to soften the hardwood floor (yes they had an air matrass but he didn't know where) and then quickly climbed in the other.
He reached for his phone and was quite shocked to see it was already four in the morning. That meant that he would need to be up for work in two and half hours. He didn't even realize that it took him so much time to paint one room. But it was worth it he smiled to himself and soon fallen into deep sleep.
David was roused from his sleep by soft whispering. He opened his eyes, his mind a little fuzzy like every time he drank too much and looked around the room.
"-ine? Blaine, honey are you awake?" Kurt was sitting at the edge of the bed gently stroking Blaine's cheek. The curly haired man's response was loud snore. "Well I take it as no" Kurt shook his head and chuckled affectionately.
"It seemed like it" David said softly getting up on his elbows. Well only one, his other arm was held captive by Wes.
"Oh you are awake" Kurt turned to him. Even in his hung-over state David saw that he looked really tired. "I need to leave for the work okay? I made you something to eat and there is also coffee. Stay as long as you want" Kurt smiled at him and stood up from the bed. "And could you tell Blaine that I took the car? I don't expect him be in state to drive today" Kurt chuckled lightly.
"Okay, I will. Drive safe okay?" He added after he observed the dark circles under Kurt's eyes. Blaine was right Kurt worked too much.
"Don't worry. Go back to sleep it's still early"
"Okay. And Kurt?" He called softly when the youngest man was reaching for the door handle. He turned around to look at him eyebrow arched questioningly.
"Sorry for yesterday. You know the not painting" The taller man once again only chuckled.
"It's alright" He said and with small wave left the room. David only looked at him astonished, he expected him to be really mad.
"You are a lucky man Blaine Anderson" He looked down at the sleeping man. But his eyes were just too heavy so he lay back down and snuggled closer to Wes who in question laid his head on his chest. David sighed and gently began combing through his friends hair. Maybe once, when Wes finally figures out his feelings they would be the same. And with those thoughts the dark skinned man fall back into sleep.
Blaine rolled on his other side embracing the warm body next to him. He was in the state when your body and mind is slowly waking up. He nuzzled closer to Kurt's body but there was something different. Kurt's skin was softer and he always smelled like his apricot shower gel. And since when was Kurt's chest so broad? Horrified Blaine opened his eyes and shot up. He looked down at the body lying next to him only to found David who was spooning Wes.
"Guys! What are you doing in my bed?" He shrieked and realized that they were all half naked. "And why are we only in our underwear? Ow" He touched his temples when his head throbbed painfully.
"Shut'p you' mou'" Wes groaned out in his pillow. Okay Blaine think, the curly haired man said to himself, what happened last night? He remembered coming home with Wes and David, moving the furniture then sitting down and having a few beers and then…. Nothing.
"Guys we didn't paint the room did we?" He asked while wincing.
"No we didn't. We've got drunk as dogs" David said and sat up next to Blaine. Wes reached for him sleepily and tried to tug him back down but David didn't budge.
"Oh god, Kurt must be so angry" Blaine groaned out and hide his face in his palms.
"He is not actually" The dark skinned man said and rolled his shoulders. "I spoke to him this morning and he looked cool. Yeah and he borrowed your car today"
"It's not mine is ours" Blaine grumbled while scrambling from the bed. "Come on boys get up, I will make some coffee and then we are going to paint the living room okay?" Quickly he searched for his shirt which he soon found folded neatly at their dresser together with Wes' and David's clothes.
"I'm not movin'" Wes whined out and finally at least sat up watching the other two men dress. "Kurt will be in work whole day right? It can wait"
"You are getting up in the first place, it was your idea to buy the beers" Blaine spat angrily.
"Well I think it was an amazing idea" The Asian man finally got up from the bed and took the shirt Blaine handed him.
"I think it doesn't matter anymore. Guys come have a look!" David shouted from the living room.
"Fuck" The owner of the apartment moaned out when he stepped into the room. All the walls were already painted and most of the furniture was moved back on its place.
"Are you really sure Kurt didn't look mad?" Wes asked David after he whistled admiringly "He did a really good job" He said after he observed all the walls.
"No but I get now why he looked so tired" The youngest of the trio turned around to look at his friend with concerned puppy eyes.
"He looked tired? Oh, of course he did, he did this fucking alone because we got drunk" He immediately answered to himself deep scowl on his face. "Just kill me now"
"Come on Blainey bear it's okay" Wes came over and threw his arms around Blaine's neck. "We are going to put the rest of this crap on its place and then you can call a florist or whatever the hell you want so we can apologize to Kurt okay?" Blaine only looked at him with troubled expression but then agreed and they got to work.
Kurt was napping on the couch in his office he shared with his boss Marissa when someone knocked at the door. He was alone in the room, waiting for Marissa to come back from one meeting so he didn't have any choice than sat up and answer.
"Come in" He called and straightened himself up.
"Hey Kurt" Daira, the receptionist smiled at him and stepped into his room. "I have something for you" She smiled at him as a cat that just got its cream.
"Yes? What it is?" He stood up and went to sit at his desk. She smiled even brighter and from behind her back whipped out a big bouquet of white flowers. Freesias to be exact. Kurt smiled at this, they were his favorite flowers and the only person who knew this was Blaine.
"The messenger bought them just as you were in the meeting" She explained and handed them to him. He took them from her with small smile and immediately was surrounded by their amazing smell.
"Thank you for bringing them"
"Oh you are welcome sweetheart. There is also message in them" She gestured to the small folded up paper. He only suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. She was the biggest gossip from the company.
"Thank you Daira I will read it" She only nodded but didn't move from her spot. Kurt almost could feel his eyes vibrating with the urge to roll themselves.
"Now if you excuse me I have lots of work"
"Oh of course, I'm sorry" She giggled and with wave left the room. Quietly Kurt mocked her laugh and then sat down and gently took out the note from the flowers.
Kurt, Angel, I'm sorry. I know that you are probably mad at me at this moment and you have every right to be. Just know that I'm really sorry and that I'm planning on making it up to you.
Love you, Blaine xoxo
Kurt smiled after he read it. It was strange he knew that he probably should be angry at Blaine but he just couldn't bring himself to it. His dad warned him that living only with Blaine would be hard and that he would need to learn how to make compromises. And he decided that he would not get mad about something so trivial as an unpainted room, there could be worse things.
After looking at the note for a little while he reached for his phone and punched one on his speed dial. He didn't have to wait long; it was picked only after the second ring.
"Kurt I'm so so sorry. I didn't plan on getting drunk I swear. Please believe me." Blaine's almost panicked voice reached his ears.
"Blaine, honey, calm down I'm not mad" He said with gentle smile.
"You're not?" Kurt couldn't help but giggle at Blaine's confusion.
"No I'm not. I mean yes I was angry a little at the beginning but then I realized I don't want to fight with you. And especially about something so small"
"But you should be! You expected me to do it and instead you did it alone! At night! And you moved all the heavy things! Why did you even move them, you could hurt yourself!"
"Well I didn't. Listen Honey, I'm fine. I'm not mad. I can't be mad at you even if I tried I just love you too damn much to be angry with you okay?"
"I love you too Angel" The younger one could hear a small smile creeping into his boyfriend's voice. "I promise you it will never happen again. And I will make it up to you"
"You don't ha-"
"I want too. When are you going to be home?"
"Marissa gave me the afternoon off so around two I suppose"
"Great. I'm going to cook lunch and then we both can cuddle in bed. I know that the couch is not exactly comfortable"
"I slept in the study" Kurt said before he could stop himself. He winced when he heard another wave of apologizes from Blaine.
"Just come home soon okay? I just want to hug you and kiss you and tell you I'm sorry and I love you"
"I will. I love you too Baby" He smiled for himself and after few more declarations of love and goodbyes he ended the call.
"Honey I'm home!" Kurt called a few hours later after he stepped into apartment. He smiled after he said it; this was something he and Blaine started doing after they moved in.
"Close your eyes and stay where you are!" He heard his boyfriend shout and soon he was next to him placing his palms on his eyes.
"Blaine! What are you doing?" He asked with laugh and let himself be lead through the flat.
"I have surprise for you. I know that you should probably eat first but I can't wait anymore" The older one explained with nervous chuckle. Soon Kurt was pushed down on couch and something soft and warm was dropped down on his legs. "Okay you can open your eyes" So Kurt did as he was told. First his eyes connected with excited and also nervous looking Blaine whose eyes were fixated on his face. But then something cold and slightly damp bumped his palm.
"What-?" He asked confused and looked down at his lap. Two dark eyes met his own looking at him curiously. "Blaine is- I don't- Did you gave me a puppy?" He looked up from the small creature in his lap to look at his boyfriend.
"Yes! I was grocery shopping when I walk by the pet-shop and I don't know why but I just walked in. And he was there, all by himself because all his siblings were already sold. I couldn't just let him be there all alone so I bought him for you" He poured out in one breath excitement evident in his voice.
Kurt looked back down at the puppy. It was golden retriever, his soft beige fur tickling his palm when he began petting his head. The puppy woofed happily at him its tail wiggling.
"I know you had one when you were little" Blaine continued and sat down next to Kurt. "Your Dad showed me some pictures and told me about him. He bought it to your mom when they moved in to the house so she wouldn't be alone when he was at work"
"I know" Kurt smiled at him gently memories flooding his mind. "She named him George. I was very often using him as my pillow when I was little. And he was there when Mom died, you know? He was my only friend back then" The younger one laid his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine only kissed his head and pressed him closer to his side. "You bought me a dog" Kurt chuckled and turned to look at Blaine.
"Yeah" Blaine chuckled too and joined Kurt in petting the puppy. "So are you going to name him George? It's a boy, by the way"
"No I don't think so" He raised the dog so they were face to face. "I think, I think I have better name" Blaine made questioning sound and once again kissed the top of his boyfriend's hair. "Clooney. I'm going to name him Clooney. My Mom loved the actor, that's why she named the dog George."
"Okay. Hear it buddy? Your name is Clooney. Do you like it?" Blaine asked the puppy which was currently napping at Kurt's chest. The younger one smiled at his boyfriend and kissed his chin.
"I bought him a bed" The curly haired man gestured to the soft looking pillows at the corner of the room. "You can lay him down and we can have a lunch if you want" Kurt did as he was told but stopped Blaine from going into the kitchen.
"I love you, you know that right?" He asked him and nuzzled his face in his neck.
"Yeah. I love you too" He smiled when the blue eyed man puckered his lips for kiss.
"Sooo," He broke the kiss and hooked his fingers in the loops of Kurt's belt and tugged him closer. "Am I forgiven?" He asked while kissing the younger one's pale neck.
"Mmmh I don't know" Kurt purred playfully while turning his head sideways so his boyfriend had more of pale skin to nip. "I was looking for some really good bed time with you yesterday and instead of I've slept on the floor you know?"
"So what would you say if I make it up to you?" The older one whispered seductively into his ear.
"Now?" Kurt breathed out eagerly and thrown his arms around Blaine's neck.
"Now" Blaine confirmed and hiked Kurt's denim clad legs around his waist. The younger one pressed his body close to Blaine's strong chest and let himself be carried to their bedroom while their tongues dance for dominance.
"I love you so much" Kurt whispered against Blaine jaw and nipped his way down across his bobbing Adam's apple. Gently Blaine laid him on their bed covering his body with his own.
"I love you too," Blaine bit gently at his lover's earlobe. "So much Angel" Kurt's warm palm on his cheek made him raise his eyes and looked him at the face. The younger one smiled at him gently running his fingers through his hair. Their lips soon connected in slow sensual kiss that left both of the men breathless. Kurt's fingers soon traveled much more south till they rested on the hem of Blaine's shirt. Two seconds later the shirt was flying through the room landing on their dresser. Blaine looked at Kurt questioningly when his hands were slapped away from Kurt's shirt. The younger used this to his advantage and flipped them around so Blaine was lying underneath him.
"I'm going to rock your word" He whispered with playful smirk and reached for the buttons of his shirt. Slowly one button after the other he began opening them while he gently rocked his hips against Blaine.
"You are so gorgeous Kurt" Blaine growled and the whined when his hands were once again slapped away from Kurt's milky white chest.
"Tsk tsk tsk" Kurt clicked his tongue against his front teeth. "You need to be a good boy"
"Are you going to punish me if I'm not?" Blaine asked and put his palms on Kurt's waist.
"I very possibly could" He smiled and stopped his slow movement.
"No baby don't. God you are such a tease" Blaine panted raising his hips and trying to get any friction. "But freakingly hot tease" Kurt chuckled at this and reached for Blaine's hands. Then he put them above the curly man's head and pressed to the mattress.
"They stay put okay?" He said sternly and waited for Blaine's nod. "Now" He leaned down and whispered in his ear while licking the shell. "Where were we?"
"Shirt. Your shirt" Blaine panted and fisted the bedspread so he wouldn't touch Kurt. He really loved when Kurt got dominant in bed but oh so hated the teasing he always must endure.
"Yeah you're right" Kurt smiled at him wickedly and reached for the last button. "So what now? Should I take it off?" Blaine only looked at him with 'Duh' expression which made Kurt giggle mischievously. It took Blaine's breath away how fast Kurt could change from looking like a teasing porn-star to innocently looking angel.
Soon enough his button-up shirt was lying on the ground and he was looking down at Blaine smiling like a Cheshire cat. His slow rocking motion was driving Blaine crazy. He was so hard; the head of his cock straining against the rough fabric of his jeans but the friction just wasn't enough. He needed more but it looked like Kurt didn't plan on giving it to him.
"Do you want me to touch you baby?" His lover asked from above him and ran his blunt nails across his naked chest. "Or should I touch myself?" He suggested and with cocky grin touched his own chest. Blaine's breath picked up on speed comically and even more blood rushed to his groin.
"Yourself. Touch yourself Honey" He growled watching him hungrily. Kurt smiled at Blaine knowingly and leaned down to kiss him. But the kiss was only short lived. Straightening himself up with the fingers of his right hand Kurt began tracing his collar bone and down to his sternum. With the other he caressed his left nipple. Soon he was moaning loudly his hips picking up on speed. Blaine really wasn't the only one extremely turned on.
"Oh fuck Honey you are so hot." Blaine moaned out his nails digging into his palms. But really he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck it" He growled and quickly flipped them around. Kurt squalled and latched on Blaine's shoulders.
"Blaine! I told you to not to move your hands!" Kurt chastised bur couldn't stop the amused giggle when Blaine immediately reached for his belt.
"Well you should tie me" He growled and swore when the belt of Kurt's pants wouldn't budge. "I want you fucking naked, right now" It would so much easier if the belt opened. Soon he lost his nerves and just ripped it open tearing the leather in this process.
"No Blaine don't! It was expensive!" Kurt shrieked but it was already too late.
"Don't care I can buy you a new one" The older one grunted while he tried to pry the pants off Kurt's legs. "That's it; you are never wearing tight pants. Never again"
"But you love them on me. Could you imagine me in baggy jeans? Not a chance" Kurt made a disgusted face and shimmied himself of his jeans. Quickly Blaine worked on his much more loose pair of jeans and soon both of the young men were only in their underwear.
"Much better" Blaine smiled appreciatively and nuzzled his face in Kurt's naked chest. "Now I can ravish you as I want" He smiled at Kurt and kissed him on the mouth. Just as their tongues met they began their familiar dance. But Blaine ended the kiss too soon for Kurt's liking. He wasn't complaining thought, when Blaine's mouth connected with his neck. He thrown his head backwards and let his sweetheart do whatever the hell he wanted.
Blaine was just licking and nibbling around his belly button when something wet and cold touched his forehead. Kurt's eyes immediately shot open.
"Clooney!" He shrieked and pushed Blaine away.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked and looked up at him confusedly.
"Clooney is here" The younger one explained and sat up cradling the little puppy to his naked chest.
"So?" Blaine asked and nipped at the other one's thigh.
"We can't do it in front of him." Kurt said like it was the clearest thing at the world.
"Well tell him to go away" Blaine was persistent. He was freaking horny, his cock felt like it would explode any minute and his naked boyfriend was baby-talking to a freaking dog!
"Blaine! We can't tell him to go away! He is so little and needs to get used to us." At that Blaine only growled loudly and sat up with annoyed sigh.
"I can't believe I'm getting cockblocked by a stupid dog"
"Blaine! He is not stupid!" Kurt looked at Blaine apparently hurt by his words. "And you bought him in the first place" He spat at him and laid Clooney on his naked thighs. "Don't listen to him sweetheart he is just ol' big grumpy ass." He cooed to the puppy and leaned down to kiss his nose. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at this.
"What?" Kurt looked up at Blaine.
"Nothing. You are just so cute. I can imagine you, one day, talking like that to our baby" Kurt smiled at that and looked down at Clooney. Yeah he could picture himself with baby too. He was so looking forward to it.
"Well I'm going to take a cold shower" Blaine said after a while and stood up. "Or I'm going to stick my cock into the freezer or something" He gestured to his still half hard member.
"I don't think there is any apple pie left" Kurt chimed teasingly his eyes sparkling.
"Ha ha" Blaine said annoyed after he get the joke but soon he was smiling foolish at the sight of Kurt curling against Clooney.
"You are going to spoil him rotten, aren't you?"
"I would not do such a thing!" Mockingly Kurt laid his hand on his heart. Then he looked down at the small creature he was supposed to take care of now and smiled. "Well maybe I am" He admitted softly.
"I'm going to love you for it" Blaine gazed at him adoringly. Then with a few quick strikes he was back in the bed, kissing Kurt. "I love you" He whispered against the sweet lips. And when he felt his lover's whispered retort of 'I love you too' He felt like the most happy and lucky guy at the planet.
A/N: Okay how do you like my filler chapter? I was writing the third chapter and Kurt is speaking with Clooney and I was like 'Oh they have dog!' It's horrible I always forget about him. So that's why this chapter formed. I hope you liked it anyway. Until next time then!