Happy New Year (I know, a little late, but better late than never)!
Sooo... this was supposed to be a one-shot because I don't really have any ideas how to go on from this point in the story and if I had planned it as a multi-chapter story, I probably wouldn't have let them kiss that early because I usually love a good build-up and them dancing around each other for a while. But anyway, so many of you alerted the story and some asked me to continue it, so I decided to add a second chapter. But let me tell you upfront that this story won't be continued afterwards. On the upside, I'm already working on another story. :)
By the way, for those of you who recognised the punctuation – yep, you were right, it's German. I forgot to switch my writing programme to English.
Enough with my rambling, let's get to the story, shall we?
Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee.
Somehow they had gotten from the door to Rachel's bed, where Kurt had wasted no time to press Blaine into the mattress, all the while kissing him feverishly.
"Kurt," Blaine started once he realised what was happening. He was cut off by Kurt nibbling on his earlobe which made Blaine pant for air.
"Whoa, Kurt, we should slow down a little!" Blaine said a little louder, grabbing Kurt's shoulders to still him. When their eyes met, Blaine couldn't help but groan. Kurt's lips were red and swollen, his pupils dilated and his hair was completely dishevelled. It was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen. But soon enough, Kurt caught up with the situation and rolled off of Blaine, lying on his back and apparently trying to recover his breath. Blaine figured he should do the same and took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry," Kurt suddenly said in a shy voice.
"What? Why? What are you sorry for?", Blaine asked incredulously, tilting his head to find Kurt lying on his side facing him. Blaine shifted his body, too, mirroring Kurt's position.
"For jumping you like that."
"Are you crazy? That was amazing," Blaine blurted out. He blushed a deep red but couldn't bring himself to care. "Please don't apologise for that."
Kurt frowned.
"But you told me to stop. I pushed you."
"God, no!" Blaine exclaimed, horrified. "I mean, yeah, I said we should slow down but you didn't pressure me or anything. I enjoyed it. To be honest, I just knew that if we kept at it like that, I would have, um, needed a cold shower pretty soon."
Kurt turned crimson at his words, hid his head in Rachel's horribly pink pillow and muttered something unintelligibly.
"What was that?" Blaine asked, amused with Kurt's flustered reaction.
"I said that I clearly hadn't thought of that," Kurt said a little louder, his muffled voice coming out from where his head was still pressed into the pillow. Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt's shoulder blade. He smiled against the fabric of Kurt's pyjama.
"Don't be embarrassed," he whispered and relished the shiver that he got in response.
"How can I not be embarrassed, Blaine?" Kurt asked, finally lifting his head. Blaine could see his cheeks were still red which he thought was adorable. "I only got to know you seven hours ago and already I managed us to almost have, you know, a situation in our pants."
Blaine grinned.
"Don't take all the credit for that, it takes two to tango, you know," he told Kurt.
"At least you had everything under control," Kurt said bitterly.
"Oh, I wouldn't exactly say that," Blaine answered and shot Kurt a pointed look when he received a raised eyebrow in return. "Come on, don't give me that look. You have no idea what you do to me. I...you were driving me crazy, Kurt, believe me."
"In a good way?" Kurt asked coyly.
"In the best way possible," Blaine said, smiling. "I'm lucky that my brain didn't completely shut down. Honestly, if I had in fact had everything under control, I probably wouldn't have asked you to stop. I just needed to cool off for a while."
"I guess you're right," Kurt sighed, letting his head flop back down on the pillow. "Sorry for getting all crazy about this."
"Would you stop apologising? You didn't do anything wrong. It takes more than that to get me mad, you know."
"Like what? Stealing your precious hair gel?" Kurt mocked him.
Blaine feigned a hurt look.
"Oh, I see how it is," he said, sniffing playfully. "My sister told you all about my crazy hair obsession."
"Honey, she didn't have to tell me, it's written all over your face. Or hair, in this case. What do you hide under all that gel, anyway?"
Blaine scrunched his nose.
"Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't know. You might leave me if you did."
"Not gonna happen," Kurt answered and smiled adorably. Now it was Blaine's turn to be shy.
"Really?"
"Well, I can't tell you that we'll live happily ever after," Kurt said slowly. "I mean, we don't really know each other yet. But I'd like to stick around and get to know you better, if you'll have me."
"Is that a trick question?"
"No, I'm actually being serious."
"Then ask properly," Blaine said, grinning at Kurt who looked back at him with a curious smile on his face.
"Blaine, are you trying to play hard to get? Because it's not working."
Blaine pouted and fluttered his eyelashes. Kurt sighed.
"All right, it does work. I'll ask properly. Blaine, I'd like to be your boyfriend. Will you be mine?"
Blaine chewed on his lip, pretending to think. Kurt hit him on the arm.
"Cute," Blaine said and got a scowl from Kurt. "But if you think you can beat an answer out of me, you're wrong."
He continued his thinking act and howled loudly in surprise when Kurt pushed him into the mattress and tickled him mercilessly.
"Aaah! Help! I'm being killed by my impatient future boyfriend!" Blaine shouted while he fought for dominance.
Kurt giggled and stilled Blaine's struggling wrists by catching them over his head.
"Can I take that as a yes?" he asked impishly. Blaine sighed.
"I guess so. It's not like I have a choice. You already threatened to steal my gel, anyway."
"Damn right you are," Kurt muttered before leaning in and kissing Blaine hard on the mouth.
Before Blaine had any choice to contemplate that he, in fact, just got himself his first boyfriend ever, the kiss had developed into another make-out session. This time, though, it was Kurt who ended it. He breathlessly pulled away and leaned their foreheads together. Blaine grinned.
"Able to stop this time, huh? I'm proud of you."
"Shut your mouth, Anderson," Kurt said, sending him a bitch glare before smiling. "How about some sleep? I'm exhausted."
"Me, too. Turns out being kissed senseless makes you really tired."
"You're a dork, you know that?" Kurt mumbled sleepily, snuggling into Blaine and sighing happily. Blaine kissed him on the cheek before closing his eyes.
"You're one to talk, you hang out with my sister."
"Touché," was the last thing Blaine heard before falling asleep.
Rachel was proud of herself. For a while, she had been figuring out a way to get Kurt a boyfriend. He always seemed so lonely and she had decided she needed to do something about it. It was only when she overheard Blaine explaining to their dads that, yes, while there were quite a few gay boys at Dalton, no, he wasn't interested in them, because none of them was his type, that the idea of Kurt and Blaine together entered her mind. But once it was there – well, she couldn't think of a better match. So she had to give it a try, right? Hence the sleepover. Genius.
She mentally did a little happy dance when she entered the kitchen and saw Blaine and Kurt already seated at the table, eating some cereal and stealing glances at each other, apparently too lost in each other to notice her appearance. When they leaned towards each other to kiss, Rachel cleared her throat.
"Morning, love-birds," she singsonged. They looked up at her, both a little flustered. "I take it you had a good night?"
"Good morning, Rachel," Kurt finally managed and smiled. "My night was wonderful."
"Yep. Fabulous," Blaine agreed.
"Wow, that sounded gay," Rachel joked and put up her hands in defence when she received a double bitch glare. "Just saying."
She grabbed a bowl and put some cereal in it.
"You know," she continued. "I'm always surprised by the number of my hidden talents. Who knew I'd be that good at matchmaking?"
"We're never going to live it down," Blaine told Kurt, as if Rachel weren't in the room. "And she will probably tell others, too. Just so you know."
"Oh, trust me, I know," Kurt answered. "I am her best friend, after all."
"How funny you should mention that, Kurt," Rachel cut in, ignoring the fact that her best friend and her brother were mocking her shamelessly. She'd tell them off but she just couldn't bring herself to be mad at them while they were so happy. "I just wanted you to know that while you're my best gay, family always comes first for me. So I feel like I should tell you that I will hurt you if you don't treat my little brother right, is that clear?"
Blaine scowled at her.
"I may be younger but at least I'm a few inches taller than you."
"Yeeeaaah, honey, that still doesn't make you tall," Kurt teased him, kissing him on his cheek. Rachel laughed when Blaine tried to look stern but failed because he was blushing so hard.
"Oh, shut up," he said, looking from Kurt to Rachel. "Both of you."
His sister just smiled. Cutest couple ever.
THE END
So, there you go. Lots of fluff. :)
Thanks again for your support and alerts and reviews and whatnot. :) Let's support Darren now with his big Broadway début! Anyone going to see him? I would but the whole living in another country thing is getting in my way. ;)
