Chapter 4: House Guest
Quinn slammed the front door shut, dropped her messenger bag on the floor, and ran down the hallway. "Kurt! Kurt!" She stopped. "Shit!" She spun around, ran back to the door and shot the deadbolt home. She turned, and sprinted down the hall. "Kurt!" Kurt's bedroom door was open, the room was empty. "Kurt!"
The bathroom door opened, and Kurt walked into his room, a towel around his waist. "Any particular reason you're screaming like a banshee?"
One look at all that pale, perfect, just showered skin, water droplets still clinging in his hair and eyelashes… and Quinn forgot everything. "You're naked."
Kurt looked down. Yep, towel's still there. "No, I'm not."
Quinn walked over to Kurt, slipped her hand under the towel and pulled it off. She tossed it aside, and pushed Kurt back against the wall. Sinking to her knees, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Her eyes danced as she laughed up at Kurt. "Now you are."
Quinn slid her mouth over Kurt's cock. One hand clenched into his ass. The other rubbed his perineum, and circled his anus.
Kurt closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. His hands fell to Quinn's shoulders, as he played with her hair.
Quinn sucked and licked along the shaft, taking Kurt in until he hit the back of her throat. She moved her tongue along the length and swirled it around the head. Quinn grasped Kurt's hips, and pulled him into her, signaling him to thrust. Kurt tightened one hand in her hair, and fucked her mouth carefully. Quinn moved her hand between Kurt's ass cheeks, stretching his opening. Kurt groaned, and pulsed warmth into her mouth.
Quinn soothed her hands over his ass and flanks. She held him in her mouth, swirling her tongue until his cock was soft against her lips. She dropped kisses along his hips, and rose to her feet.
Kurt pulled her in for a kiss. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
Quinn beamed, and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I got my Contract Law paper back."
Kurt gripped her shoulders, and pushed her back a step, so that he could see her face. "And?"
"And, I got an A!"
Kurt grabbed her by the waist and spun her around in circles. "Way to go, Quinn!" He stopped, and ran his thumb over her cheekbone. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks"
Kurt turned Quinn around, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her towards the hallway. "Celebration dinner! Go put on something happy."
Kurt turned his fork in the pasta, careful not to splash any marina sauce on his white shirt. "Sam called today."
"Sam?"
Kurt smirked at his roommate. "Yeah, you remember Sam. The guy with suspiciously blonde hair that you thought would help get you elected prom queen."
"Nice Hummel!" She took a bite of her lasagna. "So, what did he want?"
"He's coming to New York for a few days for job interviews. He asked if he could stay with us."
Quinn put her fork down. "What did you say?"
"I told him that the couch was probably uncomfortable but he was welcome to it." Kurt smiled at Quinn over the top of his wine glass. "Assuming, of course, that he doesn't want to share my bed, or yours."
Quinn stared at Kurt, her mouth open just a touch, her fork suspended in midair. "You didn't say that, did you?"
Kurt laughed. "No, idiot."
The ex-Cheerio started eating again. "Thank God!" Quinn sipped her wine. "When's he coming?"
"Next month. He's got interviews with three companies, which if he's lucky will turn into more interviews. You know, like corporate call-backs. He could be with us for a week or two." Kurt picked up the dessert menu. "Since we're celebrating your legal genius, do you want to share a dessert?"
"Do they have chocolate cake? Not that hot lava mousse stuff, just regular chocolate cake."
"They have something called 'Classic Chocolate Cake'"
"Perfect!" Quinn caught the waiter's eye, and smiled. "Classic Chocolate Cake, two forks."
Quinn raised a forkful of cake, as if she were making a toast. "Here's to us for surviving mid-terms!"
Kurt tapped her fork with his. "Here's to you for defeating the evils of Contract Law!"
Quinn chased the last bit of icing with her fork. "Would you want Sam to share your bed?"
Kurt snorted. "Like that's a possibility!"
"You never know, look at us."
"Point." Kurt sat back. "Well, I haven't seen Sam in a few years but he was pretty cute." He shrugged. "I could be persuaded. What about you?"
"Things didn't end too well between us, but I always liked Sam."
"So, that's a yes?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't kick him out of bed."
Kurt smiled suggestively. "If he gets tired of the couch, we can flip a coin."