Sorry for the short chapter here, but I am trying to figure out how best to approach this fic, and Blaine decided he wanted to stay up and talk, so I let him. Congrats to Mardie186 for getting the reference in the last author's note. I'm gonna try to update frequently on this, but it really depends on the boys, this is their story not mine. As much as I would like to claim them in RL, FOX and RIB already have.
Blaine Anderson was many things. He was the unquestioned lead singer of the Warblers. He was good looking and had a great sense of humor. He was a person who cared about his friends. He was intelligent and popular. He was strong willed and a bit stuborn.
But right now what Blaine Anderson was more than anything else was confused.
Looking over to where his gorgeous boyfriend lay sleeping he knew that sleep was not going to come to him. Three am and all he had been doing for hours was laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling. His brain just wouldn't shut down, wouldn't give him a break and no matter how hard he tried it kept running in the same circles. What the hell happened last night.
Blaine knew that his relationship with Kurt confused people, heck it confused him sometimes. Their relationship was awash with contradictions. Everyone seemed to want to pigeon tail them into what everyone else thought was the norm. Kurt was the fashionista, the diva, the honorary girl, so he must be the passive one in the relationship. But on the flip side he was the taller one, Blaine had to lean up into kisses and his arms always ended up around Kurt's waist when they walked or hugged. Kurt was the outspoken one, the one ready with a witty remark or an answer to every snide comment. So he wasn't really the passive on in the relationship.
Blaine on the other hand was the stronger of the two, the more muscular, the more manly so that meant he was the guy right? He was always holding doors for Kurt, pulling out his chair, asking for dates. Honestly he was the more quiet of the two tho, the one more apt to sit and watch in a new situation, rather than diving in headfirst. He was the one with the Disney obsession, the one who was always curled up on Kurts chest when they snuggled. He just didn't get it.
And then last night. God Kurt had gotten him so horny. Things had gotten to the point where both of them were struggling just to not jump each other. All he wanted was to feel more of Kurt, to touch him, to run his lips over every inch of his body, to see him fall apart. When Kurt told him to touch him it was as if every prayer he had made over the last few months had come true. But there was something in Kurt's tone that thinking back had him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself.
When Kurt said "Touch me" it wasn't a "Please I want to feel your hands on me" it was something much more primal than that. Blaine couldn't not have, even if he wanted to. It would have been physically impossible to refuse that request. But it wasn't really a request, not in that tone, and the fact that the tone made him harder than he already was confused him
And then when Kurt's hands tangled in his hair and he just pulled, god that went right to his cock. Pain and pleasure mixed and all he wanted was more. He vaguely remembered all but begging Kurt to do it again, it felt right at the moment, but now he was just confused.
He loved sexy strong Kurt. The Kurt only he got to see. But this had been different. This was an aggressive, hard side of Kurt he hadn't seen before and frankly it both scared and excited him at the same time. The instant shame and hurt he felt when he thought Kurt was disappointed in him scared the hell out of him. He was strong, he was self assured, really he was. He didn't understand what he was feeling and didn't know how to make sense of it.
As he felt Kurt reach out to him in his sleep he realized something. Maybe he didn't need to figure it all out tonight. Maybe he just needed to curl back up against Kurt's chest and enjoy the feeling, and worry about it tomorrow.