Title: The Boy and The Red Balloon
Author: Evil Beware We Have Waffles
Pairing: Klaine (Kurt/Blaine)
Rating: M

It is rated M for a reason.


It was his fault, Blaine had decided, it was Kurt's fault that he was so breathtakingly beautiful that Blaien couldnt' look away from him wherever they went together. If Kurt didn't have that face, andthose eyes, finally completed with that body, none of this would have happened in general. Blaine wouldn't have been instantly attracted to him, making him an easy person to woo into bed.

As time went on, Blaine found that just spending time with Kurt was enjoyable; they didn't even have to do anything under the covers. – Not that they did that much because Kurt was still getting used to something as simple as a blowjob from Blaine. But Blaine liked walking down the street holding Kurt's hand, he liked the way Kurt watched him during the dance classes, and he especially liked the way Kurt made him feel; like he was worth something, like he was loved.

Was it so bad to just … want? It was all Blaine really wanted, to be wanted by someone else and to want somebody in return. He wanted Kurt, he wanted him in the sense that he just wanted to be with him, being naked and pressed up against each other had nothing to do with it.

"Want to come over?" Kurt had asked him quite suddenly when Blaine was helping to put away some equipment. Blaine looked up, seeing those eyes smiling, just twinkling at him. Then he nodded, and felt Kurt's fingers entwine suddenly in his, pulling him out the door and they walked down the street.

Another thing that Blaine found intriguing about Kurt is how much he talked, he could just go for hours about a certain subject, and Blaine would just have to nod and smile to make it look like he was listening – which he was, on a somewhat more … subconscious level. He knew how much Kurt loved and cared for his ill father, and how his stepmother called on a regular basis to give updates on how his father was doing.

"Tell me a bit about yourself." That was a request that came out of Kurt's mouth a lot.

Blaine tilted his head up slightly to look at Kurt's eager face, there wasn't a whole lot left to tell, Kurt knew that he had lived in New York since he was born, he knows what schools Blaine had went to, and honestly, there wasn't much that Blaine was willing to tell.

"I used to sing," he then blurts out of nowhere, and Blaine instantly wants to smack himself, but he doesn't know why, "I can play guitar, but, I haven't in a while."

"A while?" Kurt said, with a raised eyebrow.

"A year or so," Blaine clarified.

They reach Kurt's apartment, and for a moment the conversation is forgotten as Kurt reaches for his key, and unlocks the door. It was a late class today, almost suppertime. Blaine then realizes, Kurt invited him over, and it's getting late, and Blaine tried not to let his mind get carried away, but then Kurt is striding over towards him, pulling him close by their hips.

"I have a proposal," Kurt whisperes, and Blaine remembers another thing he loves about Kurt – he's taller, only slightly so, but he is still taller.

"And what is that, exactly?" Blaine quips, his throat dry, and his fingers itching and twitching to just touch.

"I get to be in charge."

Blaine is about to laugh, and tell Kurt that, "that isn't exactly how it works" with him, but then Kurt's lips are on his, and Blaine is being pushed back until he has collided with the door. Kurt's hands are low on Blaine's hips, and Blaine's hand flies to hold Kurt's head, and tongues are flying, and teeth are clashing, and it feels as if Blaine's lips will be bruised in the morning, but it doesn't matter, because this feels so good. This feels perfect.

The sound, oh the sound Kurt is making are delicious, he's breathing hotly out through his nose, and making these little squeaks and moans through his mouth, that Blaine can feel the vibrations of as his hands hold onto Kurt's neck. Then jackets are flying onto the floor, and Kurt is pulling Blaine back off the door. They're stumbling through Kurt's house until they're in Kurt's bedroom, and by then Blaine's pants are unbuttoned and low on his hips, and Kurt is on top of him, just kissing, kissing, down his neck, onto his collar bone. Blaine catches sight of the fading hickey he had left on Kurt's neck, and lets outa loud, wanting moan.

Blaine attempts to flip the two of them over, but Kurt shoves him back by his shoulders, not saying a word as his mouth attaches itself to the skin of Blaine's neck. But nothing can suppress the sound that comes from Blaine's throat as Kurt's hand cups the growing bulge in his pants, and Blaine can feel the smile on Kurt's mouth against his neck. Nothing, nothing compares to this.

Now there's this voice screaming in the back of Blaine's head that he should stop, he should run from this beautiful, pale, porcelain man before everything crashes down on top of him. But that voice has been screaming non-stop for a year, nothing can tear Blaine away from this, and he doesn't plan on letting him win anytime soon.

"Blaine," Kurt breaths into Blaine's ear, sending a wave of shivers down his spine, "Can I – I want to blow you."

Blaine's breath hitches almost violently, he can almost hear his brain short circuit, because, yeah, that is certainly a possibility, and now Blaine can't get the thought out of his head. So he nods.

Their hands are on fire, clothes fly off, landing somewhere on the floor, and ten they're left only in underwear and holyshit this is feeling is new. They had made out pretty intensely before, but never had they both been this naked. Their chests are brushing up against each other, and Kurt's hands are slowly going down to the white fabric of Blaine's underwear, and pulling them down over Blaine's ass.

Kurt is hesitating, Blaine can see that, it's quite obvious, but their eyes lock, and for a moment, Blaine's "badass-I-don't-give-a-fuck" demeanour is gone. Their eyes connect, and Blaine just nods at Kurt, and Kurt then doesn't hesitate to lean down and fully take Blaine into his mouth.

It takes everything Blaine has not to scream when Kurt takes him in, because oh god it has been way too long since this has happened to him. For the past few months (ten exactly) Blaine has been the top, he's been in control because he likes it that way. But Kurt is in charge now for the first time ever and Blaine can't help but admit to himself that he loves it. Because, for a virgin, Kurt seems to know exactly what to do, exactly how to swipe his tongue along the side of Blaine's cock, and over the tip, in a way that makes Blaine moan so loudly he's sure the people in the apartment on the top floor could hear him, and he's whimpering, and he feels sort of like a child. He wants to come, so, so bad, but just as he thinks he can, Kurt slides his mouth off of Blaine, and his mouth goes up to his ear.

"Fuck me, Blaine," Kurt says in the smallest of voices, he seems so afraid, and Blaine just has the sudden urge to hold him.

"A-are you … sure?" Blaine asks quietly, he sees Kurt nod, and go over to the bedside table, grabbing out a package of lubricant and condoms, sliding them into Blaine's hand.

"Yes. Please," Kurt whispers, his eyes locking with Blaine's again,

Blaine's a little scared that he'll arrive too early – because Kurt's blowjob had put him a little bit too far on the edge – but he nods, and gives Kurt a soft kiss, and Kurt flips over. Blaine slicks his fingers, pressing two of them into Kurt's entrance, and he yelps out this cry of pain, and Blaine realizes just how terrified he is to do this right now, and there's that voice in the back of his head telling him to get the fuck out, because Blaine doesn't do this, he doesn't fuck random guys, and when he does he usually just leaves.

"Keep going, please," Kurt whispers, and Blaine shakes the voice out of his head, and adds a third finger, and stretches him out, making sure that Kurt is okay, and Kurt is nodding, urging Blaine to go on.

Then Blaine is sliding on a condom, and getting himself ready, and he's lined up with Kurt's open hole, and the voice screams again, but Blaine once again ignores it, pushing himself in.

As Blaine slides himself in and out, Kurt is making these sounds, these noises and Blaine feels like his heart is just going to explode, he's moaning himself, sliding in and out, as Kurt says his name over again and a long list of curses, like, "Fuck, shit, Blaine, Blaine, shit, fucking, fuck." And it takes everything Blaine does not to just come buried deep inside of Kurt at the sound of his voice, because Blaine is so close, and he wants to come, but he wants this to last longer, as long as it can, because this feels amazing.

"Blaine, I-I'm so close, fuck," Kurt says from underneath him, and Blaine squeezes his eyes shut, thrusting in and out so deeply.

Blaine feels something, something like he's never really felt before when he was with someone, he feels like he's part of something. Like he's important.

Like he's wanted.

"Kurt," Blaine cries as the two of them are coming, Blaine deep inside Kurt, Kurt pressed down into the sheets of his bed. Blaine says Kurt's name like a broken whisper, like it's something that could never be fixed, and his heart breaks. But he's not exactly sure why.

They're lying next to each other panting, and Blaine is running a hand through Kurt's hair, and Blaine is smiling, and then he moves, he goes and snuggles up close to Blaine, his head on his shoulder, and his arms around Blaine's waist.

"W-what are you doing?" Blaine asks.

"I'm a snuggler, Blaine Anderson," Kurt says with a yawn, "Get used to it." Kurt's eyes flutter shut with a smile – he's not asleep, but he's obviously about to be.

Get used to it. The words run around in Blaine's mind. He's never heard that line before.

He has this feeling. But he doesn't know what it is yet, he just knows it's there, and he doesn't know how to explain it. He's happy, but he feels as if his heart is breaking … but, in a good way. So he wraps his arms around Kurt's shoulder his cheek pressing up against the top of Kurt's head, and they fall asleep, wrapped up in each other.
Blaine doesn't ever want to move. He doesn't ever want to wake up from this exact position. But he knows he'll have to.

He never stays for long.