A/N – So this is quite possibly one of my favourite things ever written ever. Enjoy!
Kurt checked himself in the mirror nervously before going to answer the door. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, after all he had just been giving the guy a blowjob little over 24 hours ago, but this was...different. Blaine wasn't an impossibly hot guy coming in for a massage, today Blaine was an impossibly hot guy coming over to Kurt's apartment for a date, and for some reason that scared the shit out of Kurt.
Steeling himself, Kurt opened the door to his apartment and smiled genuinely as he saw Blaine, drinking in his appearance. Blaine was wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans that clung just right, with his hair slightly gelled, a warm smile gracing his lips and a pair of designer glasses over his honey eyes. Kurt wasn't sure how someone could take an outfit so simple and make it look so good, but he certainly wasn't complaining.
He looked up and blushed, noticing the way Blaine was raking his eyes up his body hungrily (Kurt had worn his tightest jeans and his waistcoat specifically, and was glad they were having the desired effect)
"Hi" he breathed out, getting Blaine's attention.
"Heya!" Blaine smiled widely, then brought a hand from behind his back and holding out a single red rose, saying "For you."
Kurt blushed even more as he took the rose, kissed Blaine on the cheek and moved aside to let him in. Both men were hopelessly trying to slow down their racing heartbeats and mask the nerves as Blaine walked in, casting an appreciative glance around Kurt's home.
"I, umm, didn't know if you wanted to go out or anything, but I've cooked for us, is that alright? Kurt asked nervously, closing the door behind them.
"Sounds perfect!" Blaine assured him "And it smells amazing too."
"Thanks, it's just finishing off in the oven. Would you like a glass of wine while we wait?" Blaine adopted a stance of faux shock, gasping and bringing a hand to his mouth.
"Mr Hummel!" he chided in a posh voice "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get me drunk!"
"Mr Anderson!" Kurt mimicked, mirroring Blaine's actions "I am shocked at such an accusation! How very absurd of you."
The two of them just looked at each other for a second, grinning before Kurt broke the slightly awkward silence.
"So is that a yes to the wine?" He smirked.
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay, well you go through to the living room, make yourself at home, I'll bring it through."
Kurt went through to the kitchen and breathed deeply, collecting himself. There was a hot, gay guy in his home. On a date. With HIM. And he was hot, and sexy, and GAY, and in Kurt's living room. Alone. In the same room as the broadway shrine he had forgotten to take down. Kurt's eyes went wide with panic as he realised this and he grabbed the bottle and glasses, hoping Blaine hadn't seen too much, and rushed through.
"A musical theatre fan, are you?" Blaine was smiling as he looked up from the collection of signed photos, playbooks, programmes, posters and various other pieces of broadway memorabilia.
"Uhh, yeah," Kurt said, blushing again "I seem to have forgotten to take that down before you got here..."
"Why would you take this down?" Blaine asked incredulously "This is amazing! I mean, 've been to most of these shows but how the hell did you get all this stuff signed?"
"I have my ways of getting what I want." Kurt smirked confidently.
"I'll bet you do..." Blaine had said this under his breath, but Kurt just caught it and blushed profously. Blaine was making him feel like a nervous teenager again, and he was loving it.
Kurt moved to pour two glasses of wine, Blaine taking his before settling next to Kurt on the couch.
"So," Kurt said, taking a sip and turning to face Blaine "you already know about my job, what do you do?"
"I'm a teacher." Blaine replied, turning so their knees were just touching.
"What do you teach?"
"High school English, but I also do music lessons in and out of school."
"Wow" Kurt said, impressed "You must have a real passion for teaching?"
" I do, I had to work hard for it but it's definitely worth it."
"How so?" Kurt asked, confused "How did you have to work for it, I mean?"
"I was expected to go into the family business and it was very difficult fighting my father to get out of it. My father, he...okay, if I tell you something will you try not to freak out?" Blaine looked uncomfortable, and Kurt nodded encouragingly "My father is the business director for PenMaxx pharmasuticles."
It took a moment to hit Kurt what this meant, and then-
"HOLYCRAPONACELERYSTICK NO WAY! Damn, yeah I can see why your father would want you in the business." Blaine merely laughed, half genuinely half bitterly, nodding in agreement. :I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you must be absolutely fucking loaded."
"Blaine simply laughed at this "Ha yeah, well, I was."
"Oh?" Kurt was intrigued, but didn't want to push the matter "You don't have to say if you don't want to" but Blaine shook his head.
"No, it's fine. Basically my father is always trying to set me up with girls, not knowing I was gay, and it never really mattered because I never really did anything about it. Then the other day, he tells me he has some pressing but wonderful news. I go to his office, and there is this girl sat there, the daughter of some business partner, Madeleine. I knew Maddy pretty well; she dated one of my best friends in high school, really lovely girl, and I also know that she's completely in love with a dancer who is not from the richest family, so, when my father tells us that our families had been talking and had settling upon us being joined in an 'extremely beneficial marriage' the only thing I could really do was tell him the truth. Come out. Of course, Maddy already, but my dad was...less than pleased. I won't go into grizzly details, but basically I'm more or less disowned."
Kurt, who had been silent and wide-eyed throughout all this, gasped and placed a hand on Blaine's knee comfortingly.
"Blaine, I am so sorry. I don't know what to say..."
"It's fine," Blaine smiled at Kurt sadly "He was never much of a father anyway, and I never cared about the money."
"But all the same..." Kurt trailed off, then as something clicked in his head he withdrew his hand from Blaine's leg, clapping it to his mouth "Ohmygod what happened yesterday. I am SO sorry Blaine, I must have completely took advantage of you, I-"
"Kurt, no." Blaine assured, taking Kurt's hand in his "What happened yesterday was not a mistake, or you taking advantage of me or anything like that. I was the one who got an inappropriate hard-on, and you may have made the first move but I was completely fine with everything that happened, okay?"
Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, shining with sincerity and smiled back at him. The two were silent, sat close together and still holding hands, and Kurt's heartbeat sped up as he saw Blaine's eyes flickering from Kurt's eyes to his lips.
"Kurt..." Blaine breathed out "I-"
BRRRRRIIIIIING!
The two men jumped at the sudden noise, their hands leaving each other as Kurt stood up quickly.
"That'll be dinner ready! I'll just, uhh, I'll go get that. Wait here, I'll bring it through." Kurt scurried out of the living room, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind was racing as he got the food ready on autopilot Was Blaine about to kiss me? I think he was about to kiss me! Or maybe he wanted to, but was going to say he wanted to take it slow? Or maybe I am just an idiot and he didn't want to kiss me at all? Oh, who cares! I have a hot, gay, passionate musical theatre lover in my sitting room, and I'm freaking hiding out in the kitchen!
Snapping himself out of it, Kurt took the two plates of food back through, smiling at Blaine. The meal passed in laughs and smiles and an unmistakable electricity. The two fell into conversation so easily, felt so at ease with each other, that they felt like they had been friends for years. All too soon, they were sat back together on the couch, finishing off the last of the wine as the evening wound to a close.
"I've had a really great time tonight." Blaine said, tracing small squiggles on the back of Kurt's hand.
"Me too..." Kurt smiled, basking in how easy everything felt with Blaine. Their eyes locking, the feeling of anticipation from earlier returned and Blaine's eyes once again flickered to Kurt's lips.
"Listen, Kurt-" Blaine began, but he was once again cut off, this time by the phone ringing.
"Excuse me" Kurt said apologetically before taking the call.
"Hello? ...oh, heya pickle, hi!" My sister Kurt mouthed at Blaine before returning to the call "uhuh...yeah, honey I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, I have someone over for dinner...hahaha, yes a boy...is he cute? Well he's a troll compared to you, but then again so is everybody." Blaine chuckled at this, and Kurt caught his eye, winking, before he frowned slightly "Oh no honey, nightmares again? Do you want me to sing you a lullaby again? ...okay, yep just give me a second, you in bed?...well it's a lullaby, so you kind of do...okay, alright."
Kurt put the phone on speaker, placed it on the table and then retrieved a guitar from the corner of the room that Blaine hadn't noticed before. He sat next to Blaine on the couch, guitar in his lap, and began to softly play
See the pyramids around the nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt sang. He had the most sweet, angelic voice Blaine had ever heard, and sang with such love evident in his voice that he had Blaine entranced.
And I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Kurt was too lost in the song to notice Blaine's breath hitch, or the way he was looking at him. All he was aware of was the song he was singing and the soft sound of breathing coming from the phone.
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me.
Kurt opened his eyes slowly as he finished the song, picking up the phone and holding it in front of him, not bothering to take it off speaker.
"A bit better now, honey?" Kurt asked.
"Mhmm..." came a sleepy, young voice from the phone.
"Okay, well you go sleep now, and remember you can always call me again if you have more nightmares."
"Thanks, night night Kurty"
"G'night pickle."
"Love you..."
"I love you too, Lizzie" Kurt said, before hanging up the phone. He put his guitar to one side, turning back to Blaine and saying "Sorry about that."
"Don't be sorry, your relationship with your sister is amazing."
"Thanks, she means a lot to me. She was born the year I moved to New York for college, so I made sure I spoke to her at least every other night on the phone since the day she was born. I wanted to be part of her life, you know?"
"Yeah, I get it." Blaine smiled, resting a hand on Kurt's arm "And your singing was...beautiful. You're beautiful."
Tears began forming in Kurt's eyes at this. He had been called many things in his life, good and bad, but he had never once been called beautiful, not even by an ex. The hand on his arm moved to cup his face and Kurt placed his own hand over it, leaning into the touch.
"Kurt," Blaine's voice came out barely above a whisper "I learnt a lot of usless things from growing up rich, but I was always taught to be a gentleman, especially when it came to love. Yesterday was amazing, seriously amazing, but today I want to do things right. Be a gentleman. So Kurt, I really want to kiss you right now. May I? Kiss you?"
Kurt didn't speak. Simply nodded silently and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Blaine's and a hand on his waist, feeling Blaine's hot breath ghosting his lips. Hazel eyes met blue and slowly, Blaine tilted his head forwards until their lips met in a soft, slow kiss.
Never breaking apart, Kurt slowly pushed Blaine till he was lying back on the couch, Kurt on top of him and running his hands along the exposed strip of skin above his waistband. Breaking the kiss, Blaine still Kurt's hand and forced Kurt back slightly.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked worriedly.
"Kurt I...I'm scared" Blaine admitted, looking up at the man above him with nervous eyes.
"What are you scared of?" Kurt asked softly, tracing Blaine's cheekbone with a finger. Blaine's next sentence was so quiet Kurt almost didn't hear him.
"I'm scared because I think I'm falling for you."
Kurt searched Blaine's eyes with his own, delicately removing Blaine's glasses before leaning in close and whispering against Blaine's lips "Then fall."
With that, Blaine's lips surged upwards, reconnecting with Kurt's in a slow, passionate kiss. There was no rushing, no urgency, just a desperate need to feel close to one another. The room was silent but for the sound of their breathing and their lips moving against each other as Blaine slowly went about unbuttoning Kurt's waistcoat and pushing it off, doing the same with his shirt and sitting up so Kurt could do the same with his, the two not breaking their liplock once as they did so.
Both now topless, they allowed their hands to explore the soft planes and defined muscle of each other's torso as Blaine this time pushed Kurt back, sliding a leg between Kurt's to apply a sure pressure on Kurt's crotch, making Kurt gasp softly. Blaine used this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into Kurt's open mouth, sliding against Kurt's tongue with his own and exploring every crevice. It was the most heavenly thing Blaine had ever tasted; a mixture of the tiramasu they had for dessert and wine and something completely undefinable, yet deliciously Kurt.
Blaine could feel Kurt's arousal pressed ahainst his leg and pressed himself down, trying to be closer and closer to the man under him, and in doing this he applied more soft friction against him. Blaine drank in the still, wanton noises tumbling from Kurt's mouth. As Blaine began to grind down harder on Kurt he could feel Blaine's own erection against him and his hands flew to Blaine's back, his fingernails digging in so hard they were sure to leave marks, but neither could bring themselves to care.
"Blaine..." Kurt moaned out breathlessly, braking the kiss for the first time.
"Mhmm...?" Blaine hummed, shifting his attention to place soft kisses over every centimetre of Kurt's face.
"I...I want..." Kurt's breath was coming in pants, and his eyes fluttered shut in contentment as he trailed off.
"Want what?" Blaine murmured, ghosting kisses over the now shut eyelids.
"I want you" Kurt moaned before opening his eys and locking gazes with Blaine, repeating "I wantyou."
The way in which Kurt said it spoke a thousand words. It said I want you so badly, right here, right now. It said I want you to be a part of my life. It said you're not the only one scared of falling, but it also said I trust you.
"Then you have me." Blaine grinned in response, placing a tender kiss on Kurt's lips before jumping up and scooping Kurt into his arms in a bridal carry. He had intended on taking Kurt through to the bedroom, but that was proving to be problematic, a) because he had no idea where it was and b) because when he had picked Kurt up, Kurt had thought it appropriate to occupy himself nipping and kissing Blaine's neck, which was somewhat distracting.
Kurt giggles as Blaine began to wander aimlessly around the apartment and mumbled against his skin "Back down the hall, second on the right."
Blaine practically jogged to the bedroom, not bothering to look around as he entered and and laid Kurt down on the bed. He allowed his hands to travel down Kurt's body, gracing each feature with his soft touch before ghosting kisses along Kurt's jaw, working swiftly at removing his remaining clothing.
Once Kurt was completely naked, Blaine stood back, allowing himself to just look at this beautiful man sprawled on the bed; knees slightly bent, cock already so hard, one arm strewn across his chest and the other thrown above his head, his cheeks lightly flushed and his chest rising and falling in pants of anticipation. Blaine had never seen a sight more beautiful.
He bent down, placing a trail of heated kisses from the back of Kurt's knee up to his hipbone, nipping at it teasingly before continuing his path until he finally met Kurt's lips in a kiss full of want and arousal.
"Blaine..." Kurt whispered breathily "please..."
Blaine placed a last chaste kiss on Kurt's lips before pulling off him completely and working at removing the rest of his clothes.
"Do you have supplies?" he asked, working off his jeans.
"Lube in the bottom drawer," Kurt replied distractedly, entranced by the man undressing in front of him "and I don't need a condom if you don't. I mean, only if you want."
"I don't need, or want, one either." Blaine smiled reassuringly.
Now both completely naked, he rummaged in the bottom drawer till he found what he was looking for then settled himself between Kurt's legs on the bed.
"Ready?" Blaine asked, drizzling some of the lube onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up a bit. Kurt nodded silently, pushing himself up on his elbows to bring their bodies flush together. Blaine supported his back with his free hand, kissing him soundly as he slipped a finger past his entrance. He felt Kurt moan into his mouth, tensing slightly at the mix of pleasure and pain and, once he felt Kurt's muscles relaxing he began he began working his finger in and out, leaving Kurt squirming and breathily begging "Fuck, Blaine, more!"
Blaine complied, slipping a second finger in and scissoring them, stretching Kurt out. Then, he crooked his fingers just so and Kurt's hand's flew to Blaine's hair, tangling into the curks as his back arched against Blaine's body.
"More" he pleaded, biting on Blaine's bottom lip, but when Blaine began working in a third finger Kurt shook his head violently, moaning desperately "No, you, I need you, now!"
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, removing his fingers slowly and reaching for the bottle of lube again. In answer, kurt wrapped one leg around Blaine's waist, bringing then closer, and kissed him deeply. Blaine was fairly sure his heart stopped beating at some point during the kiss, but as long as this beautiful man kept kissing him none of that seemed to matter.
Blaine popped open the bottle one-handedly and poured some of the cold liquid onto his aching cock, then threw the bottle to the side not caring where it landed. Kurt brought one hand down and stroked Blaine slowly, spreading the lube and lining him up at his entrance. Locking eyes with Kurt and kissing him again softly, Blaine slowly pushed himself in, fighting not to just thrust into Kurt's amazing heat.
Kurt's head fell back, arms wrapped around Blaine's neck as Blaine became fully sheathed inside of him. Blaine peppered Kurt's neck with kisses, giving him a minute to get used to the intrusion. As he reached Kurt's collarbone, grazing his teeth over it lightly, he heard the faint whisper of "Move" and he drew himself out almost completely before thrusting back in, loving the guttural noises it drew from Kurt and the way he was raking dow Blaine's back. They quickly fell into a steady rhythm, their bodies moving together and the only noises breaking the silence were their gasps and moans of ecstasy as they clung to each other.
Blaine began angling up, thrusting in harder, faster, deeper, searching for that one sweet spot, and he knew had had found it when suddenly Kurt keened loudly, biting down on Blaine's shoulder and taking one of his hands from Blaine's back to jerkily stroke his own dick. Blaine brought the hand he wasn't using to hold Kurt up and linked it with Kurt's, both their hands joined together in bringing Kurt closer to that edge, Blaine's thrusts now sharp, precise, hitting that bundle of nerves with every snap of the hips and drawing the most beautiful noises from Kurt.
It was hot, steamy, sweaty and needy, the two bodies rocking together, tasting and testing and savouring each other. Blaine could tell Kurt was close from the way his voice was getting louder, more desperate for release, and the way he sped up the movements of his and Blaine's hands. Blaine leant in close, licking a stripe up Kurt's neck then nipping at his earlobe. Entranced by Kurt's wanton pants and moans, Blaine half-growled half-whispered in his ear "It's okay, Kurt. Fall."
Kurt's hips jerked forwards as Blaine nipped at his jaw, and he came between them, crying out Blaine's name. Blaine kept rocking his hips up, groaning at the feel of Kurt contracting tight around him, and after three more thrusts he was coming too, bringing his lips to Kurt's in a searing kiss as they came down from their highs together.
Once they had both stopped moving Blaine pulled out of Kurt, Kurt hissing slightly at the loss, and pulled the man down so they lay, foreheads together and legs entangled. They were silent for a while, content in simply looking at each other, savouring the aftermath, until Blaine broke the silence.
"Does this mean anything?"
"What?" Kurt asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
"I don't…I don't need to know what this means to you, I just want to know if it does mean something." Blaine trailed off sheepishly, looking into Kurt's eyes hopefully. Kurt smiled, snaking an arm around Blaine's waist and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth.
"Blaine," he whispered into the dark "I've only known you one day and still, you are one of the most amazing, remarkable people I have ever met. I feel like I've known you so much longer and we've barely even scratched the surface, and that's scary but it's amazingly thrilling, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. So yes, this does mean something to me, to us if you want it…and I really, really want there to be an us."
Blaine answered by kissing Kurt tenderly, cupping his face with a hand, conveying to him just how much he wanted that too. The two pulled apart, smiles evident in their eyes, and Kurt pulled the comforter around them, snuggling into Blaine's chest happily. He felt Blaine singing softly before he heard it, lulling them into sleep.
See the pyramids around the nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me.
Reviews are like Kurt Hummel lullabies!3
Song used: You belong to me – Jason Wade