Kurt absolutely could not stop thinking about it. It wasn't even the sex that played on his mind. It was everything. It was the way his and Blaine's sweat had dried to his body as he sat against the door afterwards. It was the look on Blaine's face before he left – strong, angry, but most importantly, conflicted. It was the shower that Kurt took afterwards, and how he could still feel Blaine inside him; could still feel the slickness between his cheeks of the remaining lube as he showered, the stretch of his asshole, the aching in his thighs from holding on to Blaine so tightly. Right before he stepped underneath the hot stream of water, Kurt wondered how long he could hold off from washing, just to feel those reminders for a few seconds longer, but the post sex shower was inevitable, and much needed.
It continued to play on his mind for a few weeks afterwards too, made worse by the fact that Blaine was constantly around to remind Kurt, flirting so much that it made Kurt's knees weak, like how it had been when they were friends.
They both knew that what they did – twice – was wrong. They knew how badly they should feel about it. But over the next month, they found themselves falling into what was quickly becoming a pattern – fighting and fucking.
It started with genuine things that they were fighting over – accidentally knocking into each other in the hallway, clashing plans with friends, school projects that they were paired up for – until it got to the point where it became a game. Kurt would insult Blaine in front of everyone in their History class because he knew it meant that Blaine would storm into his room that night and fuck him against the wall with such vigour the paint could've easily started to crack. Then Blaine would convince the rest of the Warblers to vote for him instead of Kurt for a solo, knowing full well that Kurt would eventually run into his room, bend him over his desk, and pound into him until he apologised. It was a game that, at first, neither of them even noticed they were playing.
Kurt only realised that Blaine was playing him just as much as he was playing Blaine when he found one of his favourite scarves had gone missing and already knew where it was. He rushed to Blaine's dorm room and pushed open the door. Sure enough, Blaine was sitting on his bed with a huge grin on his face, naked, holding Kurt's scarf in the air teasingly and was, Kurt soon learned, already prepared. Kurt groaned loudly when he felt Blaine's stretched, slick hole after he'd managed to get Blaine lying on his stomach on the bed and tied up with his scarf. Kurt bit his lip as he gazed at the perfect roundness of Blaine's ass, waiting for him. He wanted to bite it.
"Do it!" Blaine muffled into the pillow, wiggling his ass slightly and bringing Kurt back down to earth. Kurt only realised then that he'd been staring. After that, he didn't waste a second and fucked into him with full force, reaching to jerk Blaine off at the same time as Blaine begged Kurt to make him come. Blaine grunted every time Kurt thrust in, making Kurt feel a weird kind of pleasure at the thought that he was the one forcing those sounds out of Blaine. Kurt could feel his orgasm building in waves each time Blaine cried out and he bit down on Blaine's shoulder as he shuddered against him, trying to muffle his own groans as he started to come. Blaine contracted around his cock as he came too, his hands bunching into the sheets as his body tensed.
As soon as his body relaxed, Kurt breathlessly pulled out of Blaine and stood up. As per usual, once they were done, they didn't speak, instead just pulled their clothes on and prepared for Kurt to leave. Just as he was about to reach for the door – and Blaine was about to make a joke about seeing him the next time - a loud knock echoed around the room.
"Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel!" A voice boomed out. The two boys started and stared at each other. It was their Principal, Mr Miller. "Open the door this instant!" Mr Miller yelled.
"What do we do?" Kurt whispered to Blaine who gestured towards the door.
"It's fine, we're dressed. Open it, I'll sort it out." Blaine whispered back to him. Just as Kurt was reaching for the handle, he heard Blaine stage-whisper, "wait!" before quickly flipping the bedcover to hide the wet patch and spraying some aftershave to cover the smell of sex, before nodding back to Kurt to open the door.
Kurt pulled the door open and grinned a little too widely as Mr Miller pushed past him and into the room, his jaw hardened in anger. Blaine stood awkwardly by the bed and grinned, trying to hide his nerves, before clearing his throat to speak.
"C-can we help you, Mr Miller?" Blaine asked, fidgeting on the spot.
"I've had some reports of some strange sounds coming from your room, Mr Anderson, and I wanted to make sure that you weren't doing anything… unsavoury." Mr Miller turned and looked Kurt up and down with disgust. Kurt's heart leapt into his throat at the fear that they could get caught. He'd stop. He'd have to stop. He promised the world that, if they didn't get caught, he would definitely stop.
"Oh no, Mr Miller, we were just practicing for Glee Club," Blaine said with the most charming smile he could muster. Their principal turned towards Blaine and narrowed his eyes disbelievingly. "Fighter, Christina Aguilera," Blaine offered. "Quite a passionate song. It's probably what the others heard." Mr Miller turned back to Kurt who nodded quickly.
"Christina Aguilera," Kurt repeated quietly, holding his breath as Mr Miller looked between the two of them suspiciously before seemingly deciding that he had no proof that they weren't telling the truth.
"Well…" His glanced shifted between them once more, "keep it down, I'm getting complaints."
"Will do, sir," Blaine called as their principal left the room. Kurt shut the door and rested his head against it, exhaling loudly in relief.
"That was close," Blaine said, smirking to try and cover his nerves.
"Too close." Kurt said, his hand resting on the doorknob still. He felt Blaine move behind him and press up against his body, placing his hands tightly on his hips and holding him against the door.
"He was wrong, though." Blaine said huskily, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of Kurt's ear, making Kurt's heart race in delight. "I wasn't doing anything unsavoury… I was doing you." Blaine punctuated his comment with a small bite to the curve of Kurt's neck and thrust his hips forward suggestively.
"It was too close." Kurt repeated soberly, trying to ignore the way Blaine's warm hands felt on his hips, like they belonged there. Blaine hummed in agreement and moved to drag his lips along Kurt's neck. Kurt couldn't stop the feeling of guilt and fear that was mixing in his stomach, so he yanked the door open, stepped away from Blaine's grip and left, leaving Blaine horny and alone in his room.
After that, they stayed away from each other completely. It went unsaid between them that it was far too much of a risk to do anything together anymore and so it was much easier for them both to just stay away. The only form of contact they'd had was the day after, in text form.
Never again.
Agreed.
Kurt had stared at the single word and sighed. He didn't know why he'd expected Blaine to argue with him. He knew why he'd hoped though. He could feel it, deep within his chest. He could feel the dull, heavy feeling in his heart when he'd text his lie to Blaine in the first place; the feelings of hatred that were starting to die away. He wondered if he'd even felt them in the first place, knowing full well that hatred was not really too far from love. So he'd hoped. Hoped that Blaine would say no; would tell him that he couldn't stop – didn't want to stop. He'd hoped that Blaine would hold him and tell him that he felt things – any things – for Kurt. It was for all these reasons, and the fact that Kurt knew Blaine would never feel anything for him, that Kurt was glad he was staying away from Blaine. Or Blaine was staying away from him. He wasn't sure which, but, in the end, it didn't matter. In the end, they were forced together. By gym.
It was a couple of weeks since they'd almost been caught and their coach had decided that it would be a good idea to pair people up for what was supposed to be fun, two on two games of football. When his name was called, Kurt, if he'd believed in any kind of higher power, would've prayed to not be paired with Blaine. Instead he hoped. He crossed his fingers tightly, looked to the ground and hoped as hard as he could just before he heard the teacher call out Blaine's name. Kurt felt his shoulders slump in disappointment. It seemed as though Blaine had been hoping the same thing, however, because, when Kurt looked over to him, he could've sworn that Blaine had blushed. Kurt felt uncomfortable, and it was clear that, when he saw Blaine dip his head and avoid Kurt's eye contact, he was feeling uncomfortable too. At least Kurt wasn't alone in that.
Blaine slowly walked over to Kurt and nodded a "hi", before turning away from him and watching another class on the field, making it obvious that any form of communication was not welcome. Kurt stood awkwardly, waiting to see who they were going to have to play. His heart dropped when he saw who it was. David Lee and Lucas Tate; two over-privileged teenagers, who seemed to enjoy making Kurt feel like shit. They especially seemed to love pointing out how they felt that Kurt was far too feminine to be a dom, how little he fit into the school because of it, and how they assumed that he would always be the weaker in any relationship.
"Oh god," Kurt heard Blaine mutter as he too spotted who they were playing against. Clearly he'd had some issues with them before, but it must have been after they stopped being friends because Kurt didn't know what they were. Although it could have just as easily been that Blaine simply didn't like the two boys. Either way, they weren't happy to see them.
Kurt could see Blaine watching him as the pair walked towards them. He wasn't sure if Blaine was about to say anything to him or not, but he never found out because David, smirking as he did, had walked past him and shoulder checked him hard enough that Kurt was pushed sideways into Blaine. He felt Blaine's strong hands on his back for a second, holding Kurt up, before they quickly moved away once he was stable again, burnt, almost trying to pretend they'd never been there at all.
"You ok?" Blaine murmured gruffly into his ear. Kurt turned slightly towards him and nodded silently. Blaine's eyes fixed onto their opponents, an unexpected fire in them that Kurt had only seen while they'd been fucking. "Let's do this." Blaine said, not moving his eyes from the other team and starting to walk away from Kurt, ignoring Lucas' jibes about how it would be easy to win as they were basically only playing against one dom and a sub.
Kurt was certain that the coach had told them before they started that these were supposed to be fun games of football. Kurt was also certain that neither David nor Lucas were paying attention to that. He and Blaine had tried, at the start of the game, to play reasonably, how their teacher had expected them to play. David and Lucas, however, had gone into it full force, shoving them out of the way as they ran down the pitch with ease, almost as if they were enjoying it, so they ended up having to fight back with the same strength. For the most part, Blaine was the one who was getting all of the hits. Kurt noticed, after a while, that the reason for that was because every time it seemed like one of the boys were headed towards him, Blaine stood in the way. Kurt wasn't certain, but it almost seemed like Blaine was trying to protect him.
It was only when the teacher told them to switch teams that this really came to light. Now it was David and Kurt on one team and Blaine and Lucas on the other. Blaine seemed to care a lot less about blocking the hits to Lucas and, as a result, Kurt was able to tackle him and successfully knock the ball out of his hands, allowing for David to grab it and run across the line. Lucas got up quickly and brushed himself off, a furious look on his face.
"You're going down, Hummel," he muttered as he shoved past Kurt and back to the centre of the field.
As they grouped together to start a new game, Kurt didn't notice the small nods that Lucas and David exchanged, and so couldn't see what was coming next. David quickly gained possession of the ball and threw it to Kurt. Except this time, he threw it much harder than he should have. Kurt managed to catch the ball and grip it tightly to his chest, puffing out a loud breath of air as it winded him. It distracted him enough that he didn't see Lucas coming, who tackled him so hard that Kurt flipped onto his back and hit the grass with a thud, his head knocking dully on the ground as he landed and the ball flying out of his hands and dropping beside him.
For a few seconds Kurt didn't really notice what was going on around him, his head cloudy from the hit. He didn't hear the laughter and clapping sound of a high five that came from David and Lucas. He also didn't hear the profanity from Blaine. It wasn't until a warm body was kneeling at his side and leaning over him that things really started to come back into focus.
"Kurt, are you ok? Talk to me." Blaine said, frowning with worry. Kurt blinked up at him, his heart racing, and saw Blaine move a hand to cup his face, but change his mind and move it away again. "I need you to tell me you're ok, Kurt…" He said softly as Kurt sat up and rubbed his head gently on the back where it still hurt.
"I'm fine," he croaked, blinking a few times to properly regain his focus. "I'm fine."
"Good." Blaine said simply. He nodded gently and gazed into Kurt's eyes for a second, his lips twitching at the corners, trying to hide a relieved smile. After a second, Kurt saw Blaine blink a couple of times to snap himself out of it before jumping up without warning and striding over to Lucas.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Blaine yelled, giving Lucas a quick shove on his chest. Lucas retaliated by shoving him back.
"Don't touch me!" Lucas yelled back.
"Or what?" Blaine said, shoving again, but harder this time. "You leave him the fuck alone, Tate, do you hear me?" Kurt watched the argument with his mouth hanging open. Either he had concussion, or Blaine was defendinghim! Kurt jumped up the instant he saw Blaine start to curl his fist into a ball, and called out to him.
"Blaine!" Kurt yelled in panic, making Blaine pause for a second. "Don't bother," Kurt said as he rushed over to them, trying to hide how shaky he still felt from the hit. "He's not worth it." Kurt tugged at Blaine's arm and Blaine spun around to glare at him, pulling his arm away. Blaine stopped for a few seconds and looked from Lucas to Kurt and back again. He seemed to decide that Kurt was right and stepped away from Lucas, shaking his head slightly. He silently turned away from them all and was about to take a step to walk away with Kurt when Lucas piped up again.
"You know, if he wasn't such a fucking sub this wouldn't be a problem…" Lucas smirked. It seemed to light a fuse under Blaine, because he suddenly turned, stepped back towards Lucas and punched him square in the jaw in an instant. Kurt gasped as Lucas fell to the floor. He noticed Blaine reaching towards Lucas to punch him again so, without thinking, Kurt grabbed him around the waist and pulled him away.
"Don't you ever talk about Kurt like that, you asshole!" Blaine yelled as Kurt started to steer him in the direction of the locker rooms. They took a few steps before Blaine spun around towards the other boys again adding, "Kurt's more of a man than you'll ever be!" Kurt tried to hide his smile as he pushed Blaine away and off the field completely.
They walked in silence for a little while, Kurt still a little bit dazed by both the hit and Blaine's actions as he tried desperately to keep up with Blaine's pace. They were practically running through the school and Kurt had no idea where they were going at first. He just watched Blaine walk angrily, bunching his fists and then loosening them again, like he was trying to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. It wasn't until they got to the empty corridor leading up to their dorm rooms that Blaine even paid any attention to Kurt being there and all he did was grab his elbow and start tugging him, even faster, along the hallway until they reached Kurt's dorm.
Blaine shoved Kurt through the door and immediately pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top of him and hungrily pushed his mouth onto Kurt's, gripping his wrists tightly between hot, clammy hands. Kurt sucked a deep breath in through his nose and squeaked in shock as he felt Blaine start to grind against him instantly. Kurt could feel that Blaine was already hard against him and couldn't let it carry on. They'd agreed that they weren't going to do it again, and this was definitely going against that.
"Blaine, stop!" Kurt said, turning his head away and laughing gently from surprise.
"Ssh," Blaine commanded. "Let me fuck you." Blaine ran his lips along the length of Kurt's neck and Kurt had to hold himself back from visibly shuddering because it felt so good – wrong. It should feel wrong, he reminded himself.
"No, Blaine, get off," Kurt gasped. Blaine's grip tightened around his wrists, his small licks and nips at Kurt's neck becoming rougher and more insistent.
"Stop moving," Blaine commanded again as Kurt squirmed underneath him.
"No!" Kurt wriggled again, trying to get out of Blaine's hold. He couldn't believe that Blaine was not only going against their agreement, but also acting like Kurt was controllable. It was clearly his dominant instincts over-powering his thoughts, but Kurt didn't see that as any excuse. Eventually, something snapped and Kurt managed to not only break free from Blaine's grip, but also to shove him off of his body, and over the end of the bed, leaving him landing with a thud on his ass.
"Stop!" Kurt yelled as he pushed Blaine. Blaine gazed up at him in shock. "I'm not your sub, you can't just tell me what to do, Blaine!"
Neither of them moved for a few seconds as they tried to catch their breath and pull their emotions back into themselves. Blaine leant his elbows on his bent knees and looked to the floor for a few moments, running his fingers through his curls until, with a loud growl, he flung his hands out of his hair, stood up and started to walk towards the door.
Kurt watched as Blaine reached for the door handle and paused. It felt like an eternity until he made a move, and all Kurt had were the quick beats of his heart and fast paced huffs that were coming out of him to concentrate on until, finally, Blaine turned back around.
"I don't think you're a sub." Blaine said directly. "And I-I don't think we shouldn't fuck." Kurt felt his heart jump into his throat as Blaine gazed at him.
"…You don't." Kurt said, eyeing him carefully. It frustrated him how much he didn't understand; he didn't understand the way Blaine looked at him, he didn't understand why Blaine stood up for him so fiercely in their gym class, and he definitely didn't understand why Blaine was now saying that they shouldn't stop. Technically, it was what Kurt wanted. He didn't think they should stop either. It felt too good to stop. However, that didn't mean it was right for them to carry on. Just because it felt good, didn't mean they should do it anyway regardless of the consequences.
"No. I don't." Blaine shook his head and Kurt's heart raced. "We're teenagers… wi-with hormones… and… and bodies." Blaine's eyes scanned across Kurt's body as he mentioned it and Kurt noticed him visibly swallowing. "Hot bodies," he continued. "And I don't think we should waste that."
Kurt's mouth went dry as Blaine fidgeted on the spot in front of him. He wasn't sure he could cope with this. Kurt could cope with doing it and pretending they wouldn't do it again. He could cope with seeing it as something that kept accidentally happening; that they didn't mean to do but just couldn't help themselves. But this was different. This seemed like the start of just fucking and not having an end. This seemed like the start of something so very, very wrong and they'd already nearly been caught once. How long would it be until they were actually found out? But, Kurt wanted Blaine. He wanted him so badly it ached and that severely clouded the part of his mind that made sensible decisions.
"You like it when we fuck." Blaine continued, catching Kurt's eye line. "I know you like it." He said, almost as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince Kurt. "And I like it too… I don't want to stop… why do we have to stop?" Kurt snorted slightly.
"Because we hate each other." Among other things.
It was a brave thing Blaine was doing. Kurt could remember back to the few classes they'd had telling them about the Magisters; about how you would never know who was and wasn't a Magister until it was too late. Blaine had no way of knowing that he wasn't about to get himself into the deepest trouble he'd ever been in by doing this. Kurt had to admire that kind of fearlessness.
Maybe he thinks you're worth it, his mind interjected. Kurt tried not to laugh aloud, because that was ridiculous. Except now Blaine was walking towards him and smiling gently, a softness in his eyes that Kurt hadn't seen since the first day they'd met, so maybe it wasn't so ridiculous.
"It's true, we do hate each other." Blaine said, bursting Kurt's bubble. "But you try and tell me that the sex isn't too fantastic to stop and I'll call you a liar."
"Then because it's illegal," Kurt said as Blaine paused in front of him. "We almost got caught once already."
"You'll just have to learn to be a bit quieter then." Blaine whispered and, not getting any resistance from Kurt, pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him once more.
"I don't think it's just me that needs to learn that," Kurt laughed, now flat on his back with Blaine straddling him.
"Let me fuck you." Blaine said huskily, his eyes darkened with lust, with more of a questioning tone to his voice than before. Kurt fisted at Blaine's top and pulled him down onto his chest, kissing him roughly and answering yes to all of his questions with the one action. Yes to letting Blaine fuck him, yes to doing something illegal, yes to continuing to do something illegal. As long as it was with Blaine, Kurt really didn't care.
And with that simple kiss, things quickly moved from tender to rough and desperate again. Blaine bit down hard on Kurt's lower lip and whimpered as he started to pull Kurt's clothes off of him. It wasn't long until they were both naked, Blaine starting to circle Kurt's hole with a slicked finger as Kurt writhed around on the bed in pleasure. Blaine roughly dotted tiny nips all the way across Kurt's stomach, stopping every so often to suck harshly and leaving small red marks around his torso as he worked his finger in and out of Kurt before adding a second and third.
Kurt bunched his fingers into Blaine's hair and moaned loudly, before panicking, pulling his hand to his mouth and biting down on his palm to try and stifle himself. Blaine noticed and reached up to pull Kurt's hand away.
"There's no-one around, Kurt," he said in a low voice, "I want to hear you."
"Oh fuck, Blaine," Kurt gasped out, "I need… need more…" Blaine hummed and grinned smugly as he pressed more kisses to Kurt's stomach before pulling out, putting on a condom, and pushing back into Kurt in one swift movement.
Kurt sighed out a groan as Blaine bottomed out. His body had wanted this – craved it – every second of every day since the last time and suddenly he couldn't care if it was illegal, disgusting, or wrong in any way because, how could something that felt this good be wrong? How could anyone have had the feeling of Blaine Anderson's dick filling them so wonderfully and ever want to give it up? The thoughts swam around his head until Blaine pulled out and thrust back in the first time. After that, all Kurt could think was Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.
Blaine's hands gripped tightly at Kurt's waist, holding him in place as he fucked into him faster and faster. Every few thrusts, Kurt bucked his hips up to meet Blaine, gaining control for a few seconds as their skin slapped together, and each time earning him a small groan from Blaine, who would then start to fuck Kurt even faster than before.
Blaine ran his tongue all the way along Kurt's shoulder, before stopping on his collarbone and sucking, leaving his lips there until his body started to shudder. It happened at around the same time that Kurt had wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders tightly and whimpered out his name. If he'd noticed, Kurt might have thought that it was because of Kurt's tight grip that Blaine had almost started to come then and there, but Kurt was too wrapped up in how good Blaine smelled to think of that and instead curled his hand around his cock and started jerking himself off, sensing Blaine's impending orgasm and desperate to get there at the same time as him.
Blaine's thrusts started to become erratic and their moans filled the room, almost in unison as they simultaneously felt their orgasms hitting, coming with choked cries and tiny bites. Kurt clenched around Blaine as he, dripping sweat, continued to fuck into Kurt for as long as he could, working himself through his orgasm, before slumping down over Kurt's chest.
Kurt lay on the bed with Blaine's weight on him, trying to catch his breath and waited for Blaine to inevitably get up, get dressed, leave and ignore him for a few days when the shamefulness of what they'd done had finally sunk in. Except he didn't. Instead, Blaine lay on top of him for a few seconds longer before Kurt felt his hands snake underneath him and wrap around his waist. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, catching his breath for a second, and tightened his grip gently, hugging Kurt close to him.
"You feel amazing," Blaine gruffly mumbled into Kurt's shoulder, letting out a long, happy sigh and kissing it before pulling away as usual.
Kurt climbed underneath the covers, too tired to do anything else yet, and watched Blaine dress in silence. The air had changed somehow. Blaine wasn't tugging his clothes on in anger, or fear, or any other negative emotion that he'd been feeling previously. Instead, he seemed much calmer, almost content. They still didn't talk, but it was a comfortable silence.
Once he'd finished getting dressed, Blaine took a small step towards the bed – towards Kurt – before appearing to change his mind and step away again.
"I'll see you soon?" He said softly. Kurt smiled and nodded. They were doing this now – whatever this was – there was absolutely no way of avoiding it. "I still hate you," Blaine added.
"Ditto." Blaine's lips twitched at the corners at Kurt's response, before he turned and walked out of the room.
Kurt laid down and stared at his ceiling once Blaine had left. He wasn't exactly sure what they'd agreed to, neither of them having said enough to really clarify it, but, in his mind, it didn't matter what they were doing or what the law said, because it didn't feel wrong. It didn't feel wrong at all.
