II
"How do I feel by the end of the day? (Are you sad because you're on your own?) No, I get by with a little help from my friends."
-With a Little Help from my Friends
He's not sure what he expected when he knocked on Kurt and Sebastian's door, but he's pretty sure it wasn't Sebastian answering the door unashamedly naked as Kurt sat on the couch reading a magazine.
Sebastian's face screws up in concern and he pulls Blaine inside, calling for Kurt before leading him the few necessary steps to the dining room table and telling him to sit.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" he asks, leaning down to worry over the no doubt impressive bruise on Blaine's cheek.
He hears Kurt gasp as he steps into view. "Seb, honey, get him some ice." Kurt's gentle fingers replace Sebastian's on his cheek as the other boy goes to the icebox. "Blaine, what happened?"
"My dad," he answers, and Kurt pulls in a shocked breath.
"Your father did this?" He sounds shocked at the mere idea.
Sebastian comes back with a dishcloth filled with ice and holds it gingerly to Blaine's eye. "Yeah, it happens, babe. Not everyone has Burt Hummel for a father," he points out. "My old man got in more than a few good punches while I was there."
Kurt rests a soothing hand on Blaine's cheek and shakes his head sadly. "No. No father should hurt his son. Why would he do this to you?"
"I broke his rule and played my new record. He snapped it and then he hit me."
"What record?" Sebastian asks and Kurt smacks him and says it doesn't matter but Blaine answers anyway.
"The new Beatles record," he explains.
Sebastian grins and crosses over to a waist high bookcase packed with records and comes back with the familiar album. "I got it the day it came out, but Kurt gets pissy if I play my Beatles records when he's around."
"It gives me a headache," Kurt complains and Sebastian rolls his eyes.
"We've got him outnumbered though, so we can put it on if you want," Sebastian suggests, winking at Blaine as he finishes.
Blaine smiles when Kurt rolls his eyes. "I'd like that."
"Cool!" Sebastian enthuses. "We can put it on right after Monster Movie Matinee is over. They're showing Creature from the Black Lagoon and Kurt's too scared to watch it with me."
Kurt rolls his eyes again, but there's a smile quirking his lips.
"I love scary movies," Blaine answers, letting himself be led to the couch and pulled down beside a still-naked Sebastian. He barely even flinches when Sebastian throws an arm over his shoulder and pulls him in close. He lets himself relax against the other boy's side before asking, "Not to be rude or anything, but why are you naked?"
Kurt snorts out a laugh and drops down on the couch on Blaine's other side. "Honey, he's alwaysnaked," he answers with another laugh.
"I don't hear you complaining," Sebastian bats back, smirking, before turning to Blaine and stage whispering, "See, he gets his rocks off ogling beautiful, blushing virgins like myself—"
Kurt throws his head back and snorts out another laugh. "Virgin. That's funny, you didn't seem so virginal last night when you—"
"Lies," Sebastian cuts off, grabbing his heart as though scandalized. "I've never done such things. He's crazy, Blaine. It's a sickness, really. He imagines all these sordid things in his mind."
"Yes, well, I've got a set of soiled bed linens and an overenthusiastic bite mark on my shoulder that would suggest otherwise," Kurt defends with a playfully coy smile.
But Sebastian just shakes his head sadly. "Such an affliction. It's so real to him—oof—" He breaks off when a pillow smacks into his face.
"Oh just shut up and watch your goddamn movie," Kurt laughs, skillfully dodging the pillow that Sebastian fires back.
Blaine just listens to their banter in silence, his smile so wide it almost hurts. It's clear that no matter what their relationship is, Kurt and Sebastian love each other very deeply. Which is as amazing as it is strange.
Growing up, Blaine learned all about the perversion disease. Was told to stay away from those who suffered from the illness because it was highly contagious. (Not that he ever believed such nonsense. He knows that his being queer isn't something he caught anymore than he could catch a disease that turns his eyes blue or his hair blond.) But, he'd never met anyone like himself, always heard they were either diseased perverts to be pitied or reviled and avoided.
Again, not that he believed it. Just…sometimes it's nice to be proven right and be reminded that it isn't him, it's the world he lives in. People like himself are capable of love and caring. No matter what the popular opinion seems to be.
"You get lost in your own head a lot, don't you?" Sebastian asks, pulling Blaine from his thoughts. Kurt is busy with something across the room by their bed and at some point Sebastian pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.
He must really have been lost in his own head. "Oh yeah," he answers, a bit distracted and slow, shaking his head to clear it. "It happens. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, sweetheart," Kurt says, quiet and soft, kissing the side of Blaine's hair as he folds himself gracefully on the couch. The warm, comfortable feeling from the night before settles back in and he can't help but smile at Kurt whose loving blue eyes are absolutely shining with affection and sincerity.
He wonders briefly if he is, once again, as Sebastian described it, "staring at Kurt like he belongs in a museum," and decides that he probably is. There is something deeply and indescribably beautiful about Kurt.
The sharp click-woosh of a lighter pulls Blaine back just in time to wrinkle is nose at the pungent smell that assaults his senses. He looks up to see Kurt with some kind of self-rolled cigarette to his lips, the ember blazing bright as he inhales the smoke.
All the anti-drug reels he's been forced to watch at school paint smoking marijuana as low-class and repulsive, but much like everything else, Kurt makes it look graceful and sexy. He feels heat flicker through his belly as he watches Kurt's eyes flutter closed. There's a beat and then Kurt easily blows the smoke past his lips, parted and glistening slightly from where his tongue darted out to moisten them.
He wonders if Kurt's lush, pink lips taste as good as they look.
Kurt's eyes slide open and Blaine knows he's been caught staring so he blushes. Soft fingers brush at his cheek. "Beautiful Blaine," Kurt hums on a breath before leaning forward and kissing him featherlightly on the lips. When he pulls back, there's a gentle smile playing on his lips. "That was your first kiss, wasn't it?"
Blaine just swallows and nods as he feels Sebastian lace their fingers together and ask, "Did you like it?"
Again, beyond words, Blaine just nods.
"Here," Kurt smiles as he holds the cigarette out for Blaine to take. Which he does without thinking, only to stare at it blankly once it's held between his thumb and forefinger. Kurt patiently guides his hand to his lips. "Just do it like I did."
"What will happen?" Blaine asks shakily. He swallows. "Will it—Will it hurt me?"
Sebastian is quick to soothe. "We'd never give you anything that would hurt you, Blaine," he says as he slides his hand across the top of Blaine's arm.
Blaine believes him.
He lifts the cigarette to his lips and pulls in a huge—too huge—lungful of smoke only to choke and cough it gracelessly back out, his throat burning and eyes watering.
"Oh, sweetheart," Kurt coos sympathetically, taking the offending object from Blaine's hand. "Let's try this. It might be a little easier to start with."
Blaine splutters for a few more seconds before nodding and letting Kurt position his body until they're facing. Sebastian's hands come to kneed at his shoulders and Blaine feels him press an encouraging kiss to the top of his hair as Kurt continues.
"I'm going to take a hit and then lean forward to pass it to you. Like a kiss. And when I breathe out, you breathe in and hold your breath until I tell you, okay?"
As intimate as the act sounded, it was nothing compared to the reality. It was erotic in the most intimate way, feeling as though he was taking the breath from Kurt's lungs into his own in a kiss has Blaine's pants feeling too tight and his head swimming in a way that has nothing to do with the drugs.
"Okay, honey, let it out," Kurt coaxes, and Blaine blows the smoke out much more gracefully than before. He hears Sebastian take a hit and quickly feels himself being turned before Sebastian leans in and kisses him, passing the intoxicating smoke between them.
Sebastian's lips linger a bit longer than necessary, his fingers sliding along Blaine's cheek as he breathes out the smoke.
"God, you really are beautiful," he whispers against Blaine's lips and Blaine huffs out a shaky laugh as he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back to rest against the couch.
After a few good tries (interspersed with several bad tries), Blaine finally gets the hang of taking hits straight off the joint and it doesn't take long before the effects start to take hold.
He feels…strange.
Kurt's arms wrap around Blaine's waist and pull him into his lap, holding him close and pressing soft kisses to his head as he hums into his hair. Blaine just lets himself drift, feeling safe and content in Kurt's arms. Sebastian slides over, draping Blaine's legs over his lap as he leans into Kurt's side, taking Blaine's hand in the process.
It takes awhile for the realization to reach his clouded brain but eventually, Blaine figures out what's strange. For the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs.
He's not scared or stressed or sad. He's at peace with himself in a way he's never been before.
Somewhere between his father and Princeton and stuffy business parties, Blaine realizes that he gave up. He gave up part of himself, sacrificed what he loves most in order to make his father proud. Because there's no doubt, if his father knew the real Blaine, he'd be disowned.
But what's so wrong with being Blaine?
It's not until Kurt answers his question that Blaine realizes he'd been thinking aloud. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweetheart." He kisses the top of Blaine's head. "You're perfect."
—x—
Kurt's voice is barely above a whisper, high and choked out in a whine. "Oh god, Seb! Right there! Right fucking there!"
Blaine's eyes slide open, taking in the sight of Kurt on his back on the floor, sweat glistening on his skin in the dim lamplight, his body arched bowstring-tight off the floor as Sebastian rolls his hips, burying himself inside Kurt's lithe body before sliding back out and slamming back in, setting what looks like an almost punishing rhythm that has them both panting and whining into each others' mouths as they kiss, messy and claiming. He can see Kurt's nails biting into Sebastian's shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he's taken, hard and deep.
His brain is still fogged from sleep and smoke, but he feels guilty for watching. Leering. Spying. He knows that what he's doing is pure voyeurism but he can't look away.
He's spent nights fantasizing about strong, calloused hands touching his body, stroking and exploring, imagining wrapping his fingers around a cock that isn't his own and feeling it twitch and pulse in his hand as it came, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this.
Two moaning, writhing bodies moving together as one. Connected and in sync.
His entire body feels charged and he's hard and aching in his jeans, desperate for any friction to relieve the maddening pressure, even briefly entertaining the idea of sneaking a hand down the front of his jeans and stroking himself as he watches, wondering if they'd notice his movement as he lay on the couch and peered down at them through barely cracked eyes.
They're raw and passionate as they cling tight and cry out their release, Kurt first, then Sebastian, before almost melting into each other and sharing soft touches and expressions of love and adoration.
God, Blaine thinks in pure amazement, they're fucking beautiful.
As the pair's breathing slows into the deep rhythm of sleep, it's easy to fall under the spell of peaceful contentment that fills the air, and shortly, Blaine starts to drift back off himself.
When he opens his eyes again, it's morning and he hears Kurt humming from the kitchen. He smells eggs and bacon cooking and his stomach growls angrily as he sits up.
"Oh good," Kurt chirps from in front of the stove. "I was just about to wake you up. Breakfast is ready. Seb's already gone to work, so it's just us this morning."
He joins Kurt at the table silently, noting with a small smile the fact that Kurt is wearing Sebastian's t-shirt from yesterday.
"Did you sleep alright?" Kurt asks, taking a bite of toast.
Blaine nods and he's not sure what comes over him, but he hears himself say, "I—I saw you guys last night."
And whatever response he was expecting, it sure as hell wasn't Kurt's face lighting up into a beaming smile before brightly asking, "Isn't Sebastian beautiful?"
Blaine is absolutely speechless.
A/N: Thank you for all your amazing comments on this! I swear, I wasn't even expecting anyone to read it. :) Also, any resemblance to Susanne Vega songs are purely coincidental, as I haven't the foggiest idea who she is. :P Reviews are always appreciated!
