A/N:First, I want to once again thank you all for reading/subscribing to my fic. I got 100 messages in regards to people adding this to their alerts, and that makes me so happy. So thank you. I am really glad you guys are digging this story. To my regular reviewers, I love you all so much. And thank you for calling me a god. I'm not, but it felt nice.
And I also want to apologize for not getting this puppy up sooner. I know I said I was going to update on Saturday, but things got in the way. Family came over, and It was really hard to get a clear internet signal. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or anything associated with it. I would like to own Blaine though. Naked, inside of a giant champagne glass…
Happy Readin'
It's been a week since Blaine overheard Kurt's saucy mind, and it has not been easy.
Kurt really has a dirty mind, like really dirty. Kurt would start imagining Blaine in very compromising positions. Some days Blaine would be straddling Kurt, and then some days he would be on his knees, moaning loudly while Kurt pounds into him.
These thoughts have become so frequent that Blaine has actually taken to stay close to any restroom to rub one out. When desperation hits it's bad.
It's funny though, because Kurt is such an angelic creature on the outside. You'd never imagine him to be the type that thought about his best friend in a sexual manner. But alas, he does. And quite frankly Blaine's getting tired of popping a boner every place he goes.
The most embarrassing place to get a boner is definitely Warbler's rehearsal. It's not enough that the boys thoughts were disgusting on principal. They're always thinking about their girlfriends, and what they're going to do when they saw them. To a gay man like Blaine that was gross.
"Alright guys, pay attention." Wes calls out while banging his gavel of authority, or so some of the guys call it.
"There he goes with that fucking gavel again. I swear I'm going to take it and shove it up his-"
Okay, Blaine quickly discards that thought. He doesn't need to get pictures in his head of where that gavel will be shoved up. He tries to focus on the other boys thoughts, some more humorous than others.
"Can Wes hurry up? I really want to eat."
"Hmm, spring's coming up. I should really start bulking up. Can't wear sweaters any longer."
"Oh, what the fuck? When the hell did I get that mole?"
"Blaine's hair is different today. It looks hot. Oh no, not here. Oh fuck, uhm, gross thoughts, gross thoughts. Zombies. Rachel Berry's wardrobe, oh no wait she's actually started to dress better. Vaginas! Ah, there you go."
Blaine's eyes widen, and he glances over to where the blue eyed boy is sitting. Relief being the prime emotion on his face. He glances Blaine's way and Blaine turns his head back to Wes quickly.
Oh my god what if he saw me staring? Damn.
"Oh my god Blaine was staring at me. What if he knows that I was thinking about him? No, Kurt we went over this. There's no way Blaine can possibly know that you defile his body in your mind."
Blaine gulps loudly and tries to pay attention to his other Warblers' minds. This is something he never does, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
"How is Blaine still oblivious when Kurt is practically fucking him with his eyes." David thinks.
What the fuck? How the hell does David…? Is it really that obvious?
"I swear if Kurt and Blaine don't get their shit together soon, I will beat them with my gavel." Comes Wes's though.
Well, Blaine guesses it is that obvious. But those guys don't know anything about Kurt's previous situation. They didn't know that he was sexually assaulted by a homophobic closeted bully.
Blaine shakes his head and tries to listen to whatever the hell Wes was saying when something more tempting enters his mind.
Kurt was on his knees, his ass raised high. Blaine was behind him stretching him out with four fingers, and Kurt was begging. Begging for Blaine for more.
"Blaine, oh god Blaine, please."
"Yes baby?"
Kurt bites his lower lip, and tries to stifle the moan that bubbles at his lips as Blaine stimulates his prostate.
"F-fuck m-me." He stutters, and Blaine is too happy to oblige. He pulls his fingers out and coats his cock with lube before he presses the tip of it to Kurt's entrance.
Blaine pushes in all the way in one smooth thrust, and Kurt moans loudly.
"Blaine, d-do me a favor?"
"Anything for you Corazon." Blaine breathes out against the small of Kurt's back.
"Fuck me, don't bother to make love to me. We can make love another day, but today I want you to fuck me."
Blaine groans and obeys. Thrusting in and out of Kurt hard. Sop hard that Kurt loses his balance and falls down onto the bed. He tries to pick himself up, but Blaine is right there, pushing him into the mattress and fucking him like no freaking tomorrow.
"Blaine!" Kurt wails, his hands fisting at the sheets, and his toes curling. "Yes, oh god yes."
"Kurt, oh god you feel so good." Blaine groans as he fucks Kurt desperately, hitting his prostate as often as he can.
"Blaine…I'm g-gonna co-ome" Kurt moans, bucking his hips back in an attempt to get closer to Blaine. "I want you to come with me. Come Blaine." he orders, and Blaine can't refuse. With one final jerk of his hips Blaine comes with Kurt right alongside him-"
Blaine can't believe what he's seeing. He's an absolute mess right now. He's shifting in his seat, and is avoiding all eye contact with Kurt, well with everybody.
When thought Kurt and though Blaine come is when he loses it. He actually feels like pulling his own hair in agony. It feels like the beautiful blue eyed boy is mocking him. Showing Blaine all the things he could do to him, but is too much of a gentleman to do anything. He can't take it. He's literally about to explode.
"Arrrrrrgggg!" he screams, and rushes out of the room, all of the guys thoughts following him.
"What the fuck is his problem?"
"Damn."
"What in the name of…"
"What happened to Blaine? Is he okay? Is it my fault? Should I go talk to him?"
No! no, no, no, Kurt cannot talk to Blaine right now. He's a wreck, not to mention he has a problem to take care of right now. No Kurt, please do not come and find Blaine.
Blaine runs to his room, and dashes into his bathroom. Once again using Kurt's thoughts to relieve himself.
When he's done he throws himself onto his bed, and tries to relax.
"I have to tell him. It's not okay anymore. He has to know that I can read his thoughts."
"Are you crazy? You can't tell him. If you tell him then you can kiss your friendship goodbye." internal voice tells him. "You're just going to have to deal with this."
"But I don't want to deal with this. It's wrong. I feel like I'm taking advantage of my friend. These thoughts are driving me insane. Look at me, I'm talking to myself I'm already insane." He argues with himself.
A soft knock pulls Blaine out of his argument and he looks up at the door.
"Blaine?" comes Kurt's muffled voice. "Are you okay? Can we talk?"
Blaine takes a deep breath and walks over to open the door. "Of course."
Kurt stands at the door, hesitant to walk in.
"Well come in." Blaine chuckles, ushering the boy in.
Kurt hurries past him, and stands in the middle of the room, biting his lip adorably. "Are you okay?" He starts.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Blaine laughs, his eyes looking everywhere but Kurt's eyes.
"Well, you were fidgeting all throughout Warblers rehearsal, and then you yell, and run out like a bat out of hell." Kurt says. "Should I be worried about you?"
Blaine finally looks up at Kurt. Yes, you should be worried. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I was just feeling a bit stressed. All the schoolwork, you know?"
Kurt narrows his eyes, almost as if he doesn't believe Blaine.
"He's not telling me the truth I know it. What the hell is he hiding? What if he's dating someone and it's not going well."
Blaine wants to tell Kurt to stop thinking that. That he only has eyes for him, but he can't.
"Blaine… are you," he hesitates. "Are you uhm… are you in an abusive relationship?"
"What? No!" Blaine says immediately. "No Kurt, why would you think that?"
"I'm sorry, but you've been acting weird since the other night at the library, and I can't think of another reason why." Kurt says, dropping his head in shame.
"Of course he's not in an abusive relationship. Kurt why would you even think of that? Why would you say it out loud? God you're so stupid."
"I'm sorry Blaine, I shouldn't have said anything." Kurt makes to get past Blaine, so he can go cry into hi pillow. "I should go and leave you alone. Idiot."
Blaine stops him, and engulfs him into a hug, which he returns, a little surprised at first.
"Don't go. It's my fault. Don't go please." he pleads.
Kurt pulls back to look at him. "Okay." he gives Blaine a little smile.
Blaine returns said smile and hugs Kurt again. This hug lasting longer than the first one. Kurt pulls away again and just stares at Blaine. His blue eyes piercing, and his lips right there. It's so easy for Blaine to just lean in and place a sweet kiss on them, but right now is not the time.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"What? I thought he was going to kiss me. He looked like he was going to lean in. oh well at least he still wants to be your friend."
Kurt smiles, and nods his head. "A movie sounds lovely."
"Which one would you like to watch?" Blaine says, going to his desk where he keeps every single DVD he owns.
"I feel like Breakfast at Tiffany's tonight." Kurt sits down on Blaine's bed, sliding up to rest his back against the headboard.
"Breakfast at Tiffany's it is." Blaine smiles, and walks up to the TV to set it up.
That's it. He can't ignore Kurt any longer. He has to start taking chances, and maybe love could be the one to start with. If he keeps on ignoring Kurt or his thoughts, Blaine might explode.
He won't say anything tonight though. Tonight was going to be about Breakfast at Tiffany's. Tomorrow would be about them.
That is if Blaine doesn't chicken out.
A/N: I actually had a really tough time writing this. As a writer who usually only writes smut, writing a story with some actual plot was hard for me. I got this bad boy typed out eventually though. Let me know how it was, and feel free to suggest things you'd like to see. The ting about me is I like to make my readers feel included by using their suggestions. They also inspires me, and keeps me from getting the dreaded writers block.
Btw this was written to Lady Gaga's epic Born This Way album. I'm thinking on making a chapter of "Hotter Touch" revolve around a song. Roleplay maybe?
