Author's Note: As promised, here comes the smut. This is just the tip of the sexual ice berg.
After Kurt had dropped Blaine off at his apartment he raced home, cursing himself the whole way. Why did he develop such strong feelings for people who might not even be gay? He couldn't stop himself, Blaine's golden eyes, adorable curls. The way Blaine spoke, both his accent and the politeness that came from being raised anywhere but the city. His slow demeanor, the way everything he said took time, like nothing was rushed, nothing needed to get done.
He could easily imagine Blaine sitting on a porch back wherever he was from, sitting for hours and not worrying about a thing. Kurt was anxious all the time. He expected the city did that to him. He was always running here or there, rushing to finish his homework, walking briskly to keep up with the speedy pace of everyone else.
He needed someone like Blaine. Kurt knew from the moment Blaine passed by on those stone steps that he was something pure, something different from these city kids. He didn't know why he had followed him into school that day, probably out of pure interest. His subconscious probably picked up Blaine's innocent, wonderful aura. He was one of the most interesting people Kurt had ever met. How had he never even heard of Lady Gaga? It still blew Kurt's mind.
Kurt unlocked the three deadbolts on his front door and brushed past his parents, exchanging hellos. Kurt tried to avoid any conversations, he had to get to his room. As soon as the door was locked he threw himself into his bed and dug in the side drawer, grasping for the lube he hid in there. The other hand was hastily trying to pull his pants down, a difficult maneuver one-handed considering how tight they were.
Kurt squeezed some lube into his hands and rubbed them together, warming it up. His cock was already mostly hard, considering he had been doing some thinking about Blaine on a tractor again on the way home. He conjured up the image once more, a sheen of sweat layering Blaine's chest, where Kurt imagined was just the right amount of coarse hair. He imagined Blaine riding that tractor, grinding back and forth, moaning at the vibration it sent up his body.
"Fuck," Kurt whispered to himself, hand coiled tightly around his dick, stroking with a rapid pace. Kurt's back arched, goose bumps raising on his skin. One of his hands ran up his chest, brushed his neck and fiddled with his ear, a sensitive spot for Kurt. He started thinking about Blaine licking that ice cream earlier. He imagined that tongue tracing down his body, Blaine's wet, hot, amazing mouth sinking around Kurt's cock.
Kurt's hips jerked wildly up into his hand. He tried to suppress his moans, because the walls were thin in their apartment. He bit his lip, brushed a hand over his nipple, and continued to imagine Blaine bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue just right.
He tried to think of how Blaine would sound talking dirty with his low country inflection. Blaine would whisper gravelly and hot in his ear. He imagined Blaine's rough hand instead of his own stroking brusquely over and over again. Kurt's face was getting warm, pulse pounding. There was electricity sparking through him as he bit his hand to keep from crying out. He jerked three or four more time before he came hard, barely able to stop the small moan that escaped his gaping mouth. Cum shot into warm puddles on his chest as his hips thrust helplessly until the friction was too much and the whine in Kurt's throat finally died down.
Kurt lie panting on his bed, wiping off the aftermath on a towel nearby. He was in deep, deep trouble. He didn't know how long he could go without telling Blaine about these feelings. Or just grabbing that soft face and pulling it into a passionate kiss. He huffed a loud breath and threw the towel across the room into the laundry basket, cursing that curly-haired bumpkin for ever striding into town.
Blaine was up to his armpits in homework. How did that happen? He'd been in school for like three days. He squinted at his Algebra homework and tried to decipher what it could possibly mean by a polynomial. He couldn't even pronounce that word, let alone figure out what it meant enough to solve the problem. He gave a large sigh and closed his books, massaging his eyes.
He had been trying to do homework since getting home from the mall, but found his mind wandering toward other things every time he laid his eyes on the words on a page. The image of Kurt swirling in the mirror in those skinny jeans, the rush he got from performing that song. Maybe he should start looking into more modern music, like Kurt had suggested. The nice people he met in Glee Club clapping for him. Kurt's excited smile when Blaine finished his performance. His mind jumped from place to place. The only place it didn't jump was to the meaning of polynomials.
Blaine slammed his pencil down and pushed the chair away from his desk. He had never had a desk before, he had to admit it was kind of weird and it didn't help him do homework any more than when he didn't have one. It was useless trying to do this work. He was too dumb. It wasn't fair that they assumed he knew how to do this stuff. It wasn't fair that they assigned so much to do. Why did he care how many people were in Congress?
He plopped down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. If he couldn't do it, he wouldn't waste all his time staring at the page getting nothing done. He might as well try to catch up on sleep. He looked at the clock, it was already pretty late. He found that if he let his mind wander long enough, it eventually went to Kurt. It would stray on another worry, then fall back into a memory of him. He found thinking about Kurt made him feel comfortable. It made all of the overwhelming things seem doable.
A car alarm went off outside, it reverberated pretty loudly through his window, bouncing off the dull walls of his small room. Despite that noise, he began falling asleep, the alarm becoming some strange faction of his dream, his limbs unable to move, breathing even, floating into a fake world where polynomials and the House of Representatives didn't even exist.
Blaine sat down at Glee Club the following day, next to an empty chair. He wondered why Kurt wasn't there already, thinking maybe he walked a little faster today or Kurt was running late. He shook his head, laughing a little. He didn't know much about Kurt, but he didn't seem the type to ever be running late for anything.
Quite a few of the girls were missing, but he talked to Brittany for a little. He liked her, she seemed more on his level than anyone he had met yet. She was a little spacey, but she never gave him a funny look when he didn't know something like Kurt and the others were fond of doing. However, she was wearing something different today. He didn't know if this is how she usually dressed or if this was a special occasion.
She had a bandana on, a tight leather jacket, and seemingly no pants, just fishnet tights and high boots. He had never before seen a girl dress this way. Were they allowed to wear that at school?
That's when Kurt marched in.
He was also wearing a bandana positioned meticulously to look perfect with his spiked hair. It was a little more spiked up that usual today. He was also wearing a leather jacket that he had not had on earlier, with a black tank top underneath, tight black skinny jeans – these seemed to look even better than the ones at the mall yesterday – and was that…eyeliner? Kurt's piercing blue eyes stood out even more under the light make up he had on as he gave Blaine a dangerous look.
The rest of the girls followed him through the door, all wearing strange, inappropriate outfits similar to Kurt and Brittany's. Quinn was wearing a mesh purple shirt through which you could see her undergarments. Santana was wearing a strange crown on her head and long, fake nails. Blaine couldn't even hide the look a pure confusion plastered on his face as he watched Kurt stride over to Mr. Shuester, whisper something, then take his place in the front of the room, accompanied by the girls.
Brittany popped up from her place next to Blaine and joined in the formation, giving Santana a wink before taking her place.
Shuester stepped in front of them for a second. Kurt seemed different, very serious but he had a glint of humor in his eye. Like the first day they met, Kurt looked like he had a secret. He had a small smirk on his face, and stared unblinkingly at Blaine while Mr. Shuester spoke.
"Alright, class. Kurt finally came to a decision on a song. I can't say it's very inspirational, and it might be borderline inappropriate, but we all know Gaga is always accepted here. Take it away, Kurt, ladies."
Kurt began, no one moved as he sang the first words, in a clear, angelic voice. He still had a devilish grin on his face.
Oh-oh-oh-ohoo
I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
Oh-oh-oh-ohoo
I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as Judas
The girls in the back started chanting, moving in strange, choreographed movements.
Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas GaGa
Judas Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas GaGa
When had they had time to practice this? Kurt had just yesterday said that he didn't know what song to do, and Blaine was with him up until dinner time. Blaine shook away his concern and focused on the strange event occurring in front of him, as Kurt began to dance along in a provocative manner, singing the main part with a snarl on his face, while the girls sung melody behind him.
When he comes to me,I am ready
I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain
Even after three times, he betrays me
I'll bring him down, bring him down, down
A king with no crown, king with no crownI'm just a Holy fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a Holy fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But I'm still in love with Judas, baby
Oh-oh-oh-ohoo
I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
Oh-oh-oh-ohoo
I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as Judas
Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas GaGa
Blaine had never heard anything like it. He had never seen anyone dance this way either, thrusting hips and rolling their bodies. All they did back home was the grapevine and a few line dances. He couldn't take his eyes off of Kurt, who had lost himself in this character he was playing, cranking out the dance moves with precision like he had been practicing for weeks, a nasty, vindictive look on his face. Kurt brought his hands up to his eyes and fanned them out, his irises were even more severe than usual, the eyeliner having an effect Blaine never knew it could.
I couldn't love a man so purely
Even darkness forgave his crooked way
I've learned love is like a brick,
You can build a house or sink a dead body
I'll bring him down, bring him down, down
A king with no crown, king with no crown
I'm just a Holy fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a Holy fool, oh baby he's so cruel
But I'm still in love with Judas, baby
Oh-oh-oh-ohoo
I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
Oh-oh-oh-ohoo
I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as Judas
Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas Juda-a-a, Judas GaGaIn the most Biblical sense,
I am beyond repentance
Fame hooker, prostitute wench, vomits her mind
But in the cultural sense
I just speak in future tense
Judas kiss me if offensed,
Or wear ear condom next time
I wanna love you,
But something's pulling me away from you
Jesus is my virtue,
Judas is the demon I cling to I cling to
There could've been eight naked girls pawing at Blaine's body and fairies flying around the room and he wouldn't know. He didn't hear the wild applause of the rest of the Glee Club. He felt paralyzed. The catchy song had mesmerized him, the look in Kurt's eyes deeming him completely immobile. Blaine didn't know the song, but he was certain Kurt just completely owned it. He even kind of enjoyed it, though it was drastically different than anything he had heard before. Blaine had a feeling he would enjoy anything Kurt sang.
Kurt was red in the face and a little sweaty from the exertion when he took his seat next to Blaine. Blaine could only choke out a quiet good job. Kurt smirked, hoping his plan of seduction had worked. He might have been reading Blaine's face wrong, blinded by optimism, but he could swear he saw nothing but pure arousal.
Next to him, Kurt shimmied off his leather jacket, leaving only a tank top. Blaine gulped and tried not to stare at the pale, defined muscles of Kurt's shoulders. Why wasn't Blaine staring at Santana's ridiculously high hemline, or Quinn's bra, on display for everyone to see? Why couldn't he look away from the gentle rise and fall of Kurt's chest?
Blaine had never asked his parents what they thought of homosexuals, but he was sure if they met Kurt any negative thought they had would go out the window. How could anyone hate someone so beautiful and so damn good at singing? Why wasn't Kurt the most popular boy in school, gaining the adoration of everyone in his wake?
"Blaine, what's up?" Kurt asked, craning his head down to try to make eye contact where Blaine was clearly zoning out, eyes fixed on Kurt's chest.
Blaine shook his head and snapped out of it. "No, nothing. Sorry. I was just thinkin' about stuff," Blaine blushed and turned his attention to Mr. Shuester, trying to look like he was paying close attention. Kurt smiled to himself. He was going to get this boy if it was the last thing he did.