A/N: Hi there. Sorry for the wait. It wasn't that bad right? But I'm back with a brand new chapter. I really hope you guys like. I actually really hope that my Father/Son's boyfriend talk is actually decent.
And this chapter is long. Like double my other chapters. What can I say? When inspiration hits, no force can make my fingers stop typing.
Disclaimer: I own nada.
"I can't do this." Blaine squeaks.
"Yes, you can." Kurt encourages.
No, Blaine can't do this. He's going to get eaten alive.
"My dad is not that bad."
"At least I don't think he is. You are my first boyfriend and all."
Blaine turns to glare at his boyfriend. Kurt is whistling happily in the drivers seat, completely oblivious to Blaine's inner turmoil. Today, Kurt had convinced Blaine to come to dinner at his house so that his Blaine could be properly introduced to Kurt's family as his boyfriend. And the person Blaine was most afraid of was Burt. From what Kurt's told him, and from what he's seen Burt Hummel was a very protective father, and Blaine can't help but be a little afraid. No, scratch that, he's scared shitless.
Kurt notices Blaine's hands shaking, and releases one hand off of the wheel to grab it.
"Hey, it's okay. I'll stop my dad from ripping anything valuable." Kurt soothes, but Blaine doesn't look convinced.
"Go to your happy place, baby." Kurt whispers, rubbing Blaine's hand with his thumb. "Go away, just for right now."
Blaine closes his eyes, and let's the image, his happy place, fill his mind.
They're laying shirtless this time around, Hey why not, Blaine is nervous, and the boys are chatting about Disney Princesses. They're something Blaine loves to talk about.
"Okay, if you had to choose someone other than Prince Eric who would it be?" Kurt says, picking a violet, and using tracing it lightly down Blaine's arm.
"Probably, Shang."
"Shang? Why? He was kind of a dick to Mulan."
"Yeah, but he made her work hard, if it wasn't for his dedication she wouldn't have gotten the arrow down from the post, and I've always liked him."
Kurt laughs, and drapes himself over Blaine. "Yeah, cause he had the hots for Mulan, while she was disguised as a dude. So, he was technically gay for half the movie."
"He did not." Blaine says, reproachfully.
"He did too." Kurt laughs.
"Whatever." Blaine says, and Kurt laughs louder. "What about you? If you could be any other Disney Princess who would you be?" Blaine picks a yellow Daisy from the ground, and does the same thing Kurt did to him.
"Well… I would say Belle." He decides.
"Why Belle?"
"Because, she's French." Kurt says, and Blaine laughs loudly.
"Come on babe, there's got to be another reason why you like Belle."
"Well… she's really smart, loves her dad, she's really compassionate towatyrds the beast, and I'm compassionate towards Karofsky. She's just… I love her, almost as much as I love Ariel."
Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt, and presses him closer. "I see you as a Belle."
Kurt smiles, and snuggles into Blaine. "We're here." he whispers.
"Blaine, honey." Kurt gently shakes a sleeping Blaine, and Blaine blearily opens his eyes.
"W-what?"
"We're here." Kurt smiles, and gets out of his car.
"Oh." Blaine groans, and unbuckles his seatbelt.
"Did you have a nice nap?" Kurt asks, opening Blaine's door.
"I did."
"What did we talk about today?" Kurt wonders, nonchalantly. Ever since the night of their first date, Blaine's been sharing thoughts related to his happy place. Every time someone pissed Blaine off he would go there, and he'd always emerge from it with beautiful images that he simply had to show Kurt. It almost always ended with some form of sexual action. They haven't gone all the way yet, they only stuck to blow jobs and hand jobs. It's all okay with Blaine.
"Disney Princesses." Blaine answers.
"Again?"
"This is the third time we've talked about them."
"We were shirtless this time."
"Oh."
"Well that's new. wait, were you thinking about us discussing Disney Princesses while half naked?"
Blaine grins, and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm nervous."
"Ay Blaine, you really are one messed up person."
"Tell me about it."
"You will show me later right?" Kurt questions.
"Mhm, but we can't have sex tonight."
"Why not?"
"Kurt, I am sleeping over. In your dad's house. If he catches us he'll kill me, and you can say good-bye to your beloved boyfriend."
Kurt rolls his eyes, and drags Blaine out of the car. "Blaine, I told you. I'm not going to let my dad kill you."
"You're dad is a powerful man."
"Who is he Barack Obama? Blaine, calm yourself." Kurt says, and Blaine relaxes a little bit.
"No sex." He says once again, and Kurt actually stomps his foot down on the ground.
"Fine." he agrees, rather waspishly, Blaine might add. "Come on mon amour my family awaits."
Blaine follows Kurt up the path, and stands nervously by his side as he opens the door.
"Guys, I'm home." He calls out, and immediately Blaine can hear enormous footsteps from upstairs, and sees Finn bounding down the stairs at lightning speed.
"Hi Kurt," he smiles, as he crashes into the smaller boy. Who nearly goes down with a very loud 'oomph.'
"Finn, hi." he gasps out, as soon as Finn releases him, and Kurt notices Blaine standing off to the side, not wanting to ruin this little brother moment. Finn becomes aware of Blaine's presence and strides forward.
"Hey dude, it's nice to see you again, not drunk. Even though you're a totally fun drunk."
"T-thanks Finn." Blaine says, and extends his hand, which Finn takes happily.
"It's so awesome that you and Kurt are finally boyfriends. You should hear him go on and on about you. Even when you weren't dating. Like before, when we barely moved in together he would bring me warm milk and we'd talk about brother things, and the conversation would always turn to you."
"Oh my God, Finn please stop talking." Kurt thinks frantically, and Blaine laughs. He's actually finding Finn to be endearing. And he doesn't even have to read his mind.
"Finn, where are Carole and Dad?" Kurt asks, in an attempt to get his stepbrother to stop talking.
"Oh, they're I the kitchen, I'll go get them." Finn retreats, striding to the kitchen and yelling, "Mom, Burt, Kurt and Blaine are here."
"You used to talk to Finn about me?" Blaine says, his voice shaking with laughter.
"Only a bit." Kurt blushes, and looks away.
Blaine laughs for only a second more because at that moment Burt and Carole step out of the kitchen. Burt wearing a protective scowl, and Carole wearing a huge smile.
"Blaine honey, hi. It's so great to see you again." She engulfs Blaine in a hug, so tight he swears his ribs are going to crack.
"Hi, Mrs. Hummel, it's lovely to see you too." Blaine chokes out, once Carole releases him.
"Oh honey, please call me Carole." She says sweetly.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel." Blaine murmurs cordially.
Burt stares Blaine up and down, his scowl prominent on his face.
"Look at this kid. He looks like he's scared shitless."
Uhm, yeah. Blaine was scared shitless. Burt Hummel is a very intimidating man. Especially when he's staring down at him like that.
"Blaine," Burt says, and extends his hand. Blaine takes it with a sigh of relief escaping his lips.
"Oh, thank God." Kurt thinks, looking at Blaine. "For a minute I thought he was going to kill you."
"Me too." Blaine mouths at his boyfriend, and Kurt bites his lip to suppress a giggle.
"Well," Carole says, "Dinner's ready." She starts to lead Burt into the kitchen, but he refuses to move.
"Blaine, can I talk to you. Alone." he says, sensing that Kurt would want to go with them.
"Dad," Kurt says, "Can you please not kill my boyfriend." he says seriously.
"I am not going to kill your boyfriend." "I might." and Blaine gulps audibly when he hears this.
"Dad, please." Kurt pulls his dad to the side, and whispers to him. "Dad, I really like him, no scratch that, I love him, and I don't want you to kill someone I really love, cause I think I may lock myself in my room, and down a whole bottle of Tylenol."
"Don't even joke about that, Kurt." Burt says, seriously. "And I'm not going to kill your boyfriend." Kurt raises an eyebrow at him. "I promise."
"Alright." Kurt says, hesitantly, and gives Blaine a kiss on the cheek before he joins Finn and Carole in the dining room.
Blaine stands awkwardly in the living room under Burt's heavy gaze. He's scared. What if Burt doesn't like him dating Kurt? What if he demands they break up? Oh dear God, please don't make that happen.
"God, why does the kid look about ready to crap his pants? I'm not that scary am I?"
Blaine would answer, but then again…yeah.
"Sit down, kid." Burt offers, taking a seat in his own armchair. "Look, I'm not going to kill you." he promises.
Blaine finally releases the breath he's been holding in, and dares to look Burt in the eye. "If you're not going to kill me then why are you talking to me in private?"
Burt laughs. "I guess I am scary."
Blaine chuckles nervously, the fact that Kurt's dad is laughing is good right?
"Look kid, I just want to make sure that you're not going to hurt my son. He's been through a lot. And I mean a lot. He doesn't need you playing with his emotions.
"I would never do that Mr. Hummel." Blaine says. "I love Kurt, with all my heart, and I would never hurt him."
"How can I be so sure? From what Kurt's told me, you've kind of been hurting him since you two met."
What does he mean? How has Blaine been hurting Kurt?
"Look Mr. Hummel, I know I messed up in the past. And Kurt knows it too, I'm really trying hard here to make it up to him. I love your son." Blaine says, his voice growing more confident with each word.
"How much do you love him?" Burt inquires.
"I love him so much. He makes me believe in the word love, and when I'm with him I am truly happy. I feel like, like there's no one else in the world but me and him" Blaine can't help but gush, he loves talking about how much he loves Kurt.
Burt smiles at the adoration in Blaine's voice. Every time he says his sons name Blaine's eyes light up, and a huge smile appears on his face.
"Kurt makes me want to be a better person. Like, did you know that before Kurt, I used to think the word organic was a swear word. It's true. I'm such a better person because of him. He's taught me that love isn't all about sex. Not that I'm having sex with your son." Blaine says hurriedly, noticing the change in Burt's demeanor. "We haven't had sex." He lies, his eyes avoiding Burt's face.
"Why do I get the impression that you're lying?" Burt accuses, and Blaine shrinks into the sofa, shifting his feet uncomfortably.
Damn, he's good.
"Because I kind of am." Blaine murmurs, almost to himself.
Burt raises his eyebrows at Blaine, and leans forward. Uh-oh never a good sign.
"Blaine, I think you should start being honest with me."
Damn, will Kurt be angry because Blaine blabbed their sex life to his father? Oh well, time to find out.
"Kurt and I have had sex, but not that kind. No."
"Then what kind? Because to my knowledge there's only one way you can have sex."
"Actually no, well for a gay man there's different ways." Blaine says.
"Care to elaborate?"
"Uhm, I don't think Kurt would want me to reveal our sex life to his dad." Blaine says, biting his lip nervously.
"Blaine, you want to get in my good graces right? You want your boyfriends dad to like you, right?" Blaine nods. "Then I suggest you tell me what you've done to my son."
Blaine's breathing starts to quicken, his palms begin to get clammy. He feels as if he's going to pass out.
"Blaine." Burt says, making Blaine aware that he's sitting in front of Kurt's dad and, yeah he kind of wants an answer.
"Well, we've… we haven't had full penetrative sex yet. Only small things."
"Like what?"
"Like hand jobs, and we may have given each other blowjobs."
Burt cringes. "Why are you cringing Burt, you wanted to know."
"Is that all you do?" Burt asks, unsteadily.
"As of right now, yes." Blaine answers honestly. Even if Kurt and him have had proper sex he would not tell Kurt's father. That's just something Blaine would prefer to remain in the bedroom.
"Are you pressuring Kurt to do these things?" Burt accuses.
"No!" Blaine very nearly yells. "No, Mr. Hummel, I would never. If I would have been pressuring Kurt then we would have had proper sex already. But, I promised I'd wait until he was ready to do that. I'm not going to rush him, it's not me. When Kurt decides he wants to have sex we'll make sure we use protection. I assure you, I will never let anything happen to him."
"For the sake of you manhood, you had better not." Burt's mind threatens, and Blaine's eyes widen marginally.
"You sound so sure." Burt says instead.
"I am. He's my everything, and I know that it's early, but I honestly believe that he's the one." Blaine says, that smile appearing on his face again.
"I want to make sure that you never hurt him." Burt warns Blaine again. "Kurt may seem like he's tough, but really he's a fragile boy that wears his heart on his sleeve. I don't want him to get his heart broken. I think I may have to kill you if he does."
"I won't leave him until he sends me away." Blaine says, earnestly.
Blaine smiles, and stands up, motioning for Blaine to do the same. "Good." He simply says, and extends his hand out again. Blaine shakes it, grateful that the awkward father/boyfriend talk is over. "Come on, Carole will kill me if a good dinner goes to waste on account of me holding you hostage for too long."
Blaine laughs, a little too loudly, and he walks into the dining room. He nearly crashes into Kurt who looks like he's been standing in the doorway the entire time, along with Carole and Finn, listening to the whole conversation. Kurt looks at Blaine, his big blue eyes shining with unshed tears.
"I'm your everything?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.
Blaine smiles, and engulfs the boy in a hug. "Yes, silly."
"You're my everything too." Kurt whispers, so low that only Blaine could hear him.
"Really? You don't think we're going too fast?" Blaine questions, a tiny twinge of doubt in his eyes.
"No." Kurt says. "Blaine, I've been waiting for you forever. I'm not going to waste another minute of my life without you."
"Oh, you romantic." Blaine teases.
"You love it."
"Mhhm." Blaine leans in and presses his lips tenderly against Kurt's forehead.
"Awww." Carole gushes, placing her hand over her heart. "They're so adorable."
Finn looks at the couple happily.
"I'm so happy that Kurt found someone who makes him smile so much. He totally deserves it after all the shit he's been through."
Blaine smiles grandly. Other than Burt, Blaine was certain that Finn would be the hardest to get approval from.
"Okay lovebirds, can we eat now? I'm starving." Burt says, knocking Kurt and Blaine out of their love struck haze.
"Yes, food." Finn demands, and rushes to get his seat at the table.
"Finn, honey, wait until everybody's at the table." Carole yells. "That boy, bless him." she says, shaking her head, and Kurt and Blaine laugh.
"Join me, my angel." Blaine offers his hand, which Kurt takes happily.
Blaine leads them both into the dinning room, only to find Finn attempting to serve himself with one hand, while the other held a half eaten piece of bread. Kurt shakes his head in pity.
"I swear to god I'm going to kill him."
Blaine laughs, and pulls a chair out for Kurt. Kurt blushes lightly, and sits down, Blaine even goes as far as to push him in.
"Blaine, kid, stop it. You're making Finn and I look bad." Burt says, from his spot at the head of the table.
"Hush you." Carole orders, but nonetheless gives her husband a warm smile. "So Blaine, tell us a bit about yourself."
"Carole, I'm sure I've told you everything there is to know about Blaine." Kurt says, holding his hand out silently for the bread. He notices Blaine giving him a questioning look.
"What? It's only one piece of bread."
Blaine chuckles under his breath. His boyfriend is the cutest thing ever.
"Yes, but I want to hear it from the boy himself. Like what do your parents do?" Carole inquires.
"They're lawyers." Blaine answers.
"Oh, so that must mean you have a lot of money." Finn blurts out, and Kurt looks ready to murder him.
"Uhm, I guess. I don't really care though." Blaine says honestly. It's true. If his parents told him that they were going bankrupt, Blaine wouldn't care. Just as long as he has Kurt, and his parents, he was happy.
"And do your parents know that you're gay?" Finn asks, his mouth stuffed with mashed potatoes.
"Finn," his mother scolds,
"Sorry." Finn mumbles.
"No, no it's okay. I might as well be honest right? To answer your question, yes, my parents know I'm gay. I came out to them when I was thirteen. My mom took it really well, but it took my dad a while to accept me."
"Did he hate you." Finn blurts out, and Kurt hits him in the back of the head. "Ow."
"You're being rude." Kurt says.
"Kurt, it's okay. No Finn, my dad didn't hate me. He just needed to get used to the fact that his only son liked boys instead of girls. It took him a while, but he got it in the end." Blaine smiles.
"How long is a while?" Burt asks.
"Well, I came out to my parents when I was thirteen so, two years."
"Two?" Kurt asks.
Blaine nods. "A little bit before I transferred to Dalton."
"Why did you transfer? Kurt says it was because of bullies, but…" Finn stops abruptly when Kurt throws him a scathing look.
Blaine stops breathing for a bit. He hasn't even told Kurt the real reason why he transferred. He was certainly not ready to tell his family yet. No, no, no, no.
"Blaine, you don't have to answer that, honey." Carole says, reaching out and patting Blaine's hand.
"No, you certainly don't have to answer anything you don't want to. Finn was just being a complete moron." Kurt says.
"Kurt," Burt warns.
"It's true." Kurt sighs, and reaches up to stroke his boyfriends cheek. "Go to your happy place, babe." he whispers, and Blaine snaps out of it.
"I'm sorry." he says, "what was I saying?"
"Nothing." Kurt says. "Can we stop with the interrogation and just eat?" he pleads.
Burt nods. "Yes."
Kurt smiles, and squeezes Blaine's hand lightly, then frowns when Blaine doesn't squeeze back.
"Mon amour, please don't listen to Finn. He's an idiot. Please squeeze my hand so I can know you're okay."
Blaine can't help but notice the pleading tone Kurt's thoughts have taken, he doesn't want Kurt to worry about him, so Blaine squeezes Kurt's hand, and receives a dazzling smile in return.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Blaine nods discreetly, and returns to his food, striking up a conversation with Burt about football.
"Finn Hudson, I swear I'm going to kill you." Kurt whispers harshly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was a sore spot."
"Then you shouldn't have asked." Kurt says.
"Blaine," Finn says, "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Really I didn't know that your reaction would be… that."
"It's okay, Finn." Blaine says. "Really." he smiles.
"Okay, cool." Finn returns the smile, and everybody at the table seem to catch his infectious grin. "Let's eat then."
"Once again, I'm really sorry about my family." Kurt says, as he and Blaine climb the stairs on route to his room.
"Babe, it's fine. Really, I'm not mad."
"I just… wanted tonight to be perfect." Kurt mumbles.
"Hey, it was perfect. Your dad did not neuter me right?"
Kurt laughs loudly. "Right. I'm surprised they didn't eat you alive."
"They kinda did." Blaine laughs. "Your family sure are something."
"Yeah, something short of insane."
"Stop it, I like them."
Kurt rolls his eyes, and opens the door to his room. "Yeah, yeah."
Blaine steps inside. It looks different somehow. Maybe because before he was in his best friends room, whereas now he was in his boyfriends room. Yeah, Blaine really likes the latter better than the former.
"Did you redecorate?" he asks, making his way to Kurt's massive bed.
"Nope, well… no. not really." Kurt says. "Will you be alright while I take a shower?"
"Yeah, I'll manage."
"Okay," Kurt gives Blaine a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be out quick." he says, and walks to his en suite bathroom.
Blaine has no idea what to do now. He could sit on the bed and wait, but he had a feeling a quick shower for Kurt meant he was going to be gone for twenty to thirty minutes, and Blaine wasn't a patient person.
He stands up and walks around the room, inspecting everything in sight. He stops at a large cluster of photographs, picking one every so often to look at it closely. To say that Kurt loved the camera was an understatement. There were loads of pictures, some with him and Mercedes, some with his dad, he even found one of Finn. But the picture that catches his attention was the one in the front. It was a picture of Kurt and Blaine, taken by Wes during an intense study session at Dalton. David had just told them a rather hilarious joke, and Wes got them laughing quite profoundly.
At first, Blaine doesn't see why Kurt picked this one, out of all the pictures they'd taken together, to be in the center of his collection. After a while though, he gets it. This one has a real emotion. It wasn't just another cheesy smile, it was a laugh. A genuine laugh. Blaine notices how Kurt's lingered on him, and he mentally kicks himself.
How could I have not seen it. He's been in love with me since this, or before I don't know, this was taken. And this was two months ago. Now Blaine really wants to kick himself. He really was bad at this. Now that Kurt is his boyfriend, he's going to spend every day trying to make Kurt laugh, and light up like he does in this picture.
Blaine's so caught up in the picture that he doesn't notice Kurt emerge from the bathroom until he wraps his arms around his waist.
"We need a new one." Kurt says, gesturing to the picture.
"I like this one."
"Yeah, but this was way before you were my boyfriend." Kurt states
"Don't tell me you're going to be one of those boyfriends who takes all sorts of cheesy pictures." Blaine laughs, and Kurt gives him a scathing look.
"Well yes, I've never had a boyfriend before. I want to document it." Kurt defends.
"You know I've never had a boyfriend either, right" Blaine reminds him.
"A fact that I still find hard to believe." Kurt says, walking to the table where he keeps his various skin creams.
"Why?" Blaine asks.
"Blaine, you're perfect. You're smart, funny, strong, gorgeous. Gay men should be swooning over you. Case in point." Kurt says pointing to himself.
"Blaine sits down next to his beloved. "I'm not perfect, trust me." he says, and Kurt knows he's referencing his mind reading.
"You're perfect to me." Kurt whispers, shyly, and Blaine smiles.
"As long as I impress you, I'm happy."
Kurt leans in, and presses his forehead against Blaine's. "I love you."
"And I love you." Blaine repeats, certain of it.
"Don't you wanna shower?" Kurt asks, noticing that Blaine is still in his regular clothes.
Blaine shakes his head. "No, I showered this morning."
"Oh, okay." Kurt returns to moisturizing his face while Blaine watches. It may seem crazy but Kurt looks absolutely beautiful when he's doing this. Then again Blaine thinks Kurt looks beautiful every single minute of every day. As he sits and daydreams about his boyfriend, Blaine gets reminded of something that Burt said downstairs, something about how he's hurt Kurt many times. And Blaine wonders, how? It's been eating away at him all throughout dinner. So, Blaine must ask.
"Hey Kurt,"
"Yeah?"
"How many times have I hurt you?"
The question catches Kurt off guard, and his eyes begin to dart around the room.
"None." he answers.
"You're lying." Blaine states. "Your dad said something about you telling him that I hurt you…a lot."
Kurt looks away. "I don't want to tell you. I don't want to."
"Baby, please tell me. I want to know so that I won't do it again." Blaine grabs Kurt's chin, and pulls his face up. "Please."
"Oh okay. Most of it is my fault anyway. Well the really biggest way you've hurt me was… Jeremiah."
Blaine groans. Oh right, Jeremiah. Blaine's stupid schoolboy crush. Honestly, he doesn't even know what he was thinking at the time.
"Babe,"
"I know, I know you didn't know that I liked you back then. I know that. But it still hurt when you sang to him with all… that passion. I kept standing there hoping like hell that you'd turn around and sing to me." Kurt confesses.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry I really didn't know what I was thinking back then."
"And then when you told me I wasn't sexy." Kurt continues, and Blaine really, really wants to kick himself. "I know you were only trying to help me but… it still hurt."
"Kurt, I am sorry. I'm a stupid moron, I really am. I… god I fucked up so much." Blaine bows his head, truly ashamed of himself.
"No, you're not. I… I it's my fault. I take things too personally." Kurt says, and Blaine brings his finger up to Kurt's mouth.
"No. it's not your fault. It's mine. I was an idiot. I should have told you how I felt about you since the beginning. We would have avoided all of this… this heartache."
"Blaine," Kurt says, timidly. "How long have you liked me?"
"Since I met you. I found you intriguing, all I remember saying to myself was, who is this beautiful boy with gorgeous blue eyes." Blaine admits, and Kurt blushes.
"C-can I ask you for something?" Kurt whispers.
"Anything."
"Can we forget about before? About Jeremiah, and those sexy lessons, and just start off fresh." Kurt requests. "I really want to start off fresh."
"I'd like that." Blaine says. It only makes sense that Kurt would want to start off fresh. It seems like the right thing to do.
Kurt smiles, and closes the cap of his moisturizer. "Alright, I am done. Snuggle?" he says hopefully.
Blaine laughs, and stands up. "Let me change." he goes to where his bag was waiting for him by the door, and pulls out a pair of sweatpants. Kurt wouldn't mind if he slept shirtless. Blaine drops his jeans, and pulls his sweatpants on. When he turns around he sees Kurt staring at him.
"My god, I will never get tired of seeing him half naked."
Blaine smirks, and pounces on Kurt. The boys falling on Kurt's bed, giggling loudly.
"Blaine," Kurt asks. "Can we… uhm…"
And because Blaine knows Kurt too well, he knows what he wants.
"No." he says.
"But, please." Kurt pouts.
"Kurt, your dad is downstairs. He'll kill me if he catches us."
"Then we'll try to be real quiet." Kurt persuades, his hand already removing Blaine's sweatpants.
"Oh fuck." Blaine groans, when Kurt's soft hand reaches Blaine's cock. Kurt smiles wickedly, and begins to stroke Blaine in leisurely, long strokes.
"F-fine." Blaine agrees. "Just hand jobs though." he says, and thrusts into the warmth of Kurt's hand.
Kurt grins triumphantly. "I always win." he thinks.
"Yeah, yeah. Can you please shut up and jerk me o-off." Blaine gasps, as Kurt moves his hand faster, his thumb grazing the head of Blaine's cock. "Oh god, so good."
Kurt jerks Blaine off fast. His fingernails scraping the side of Blaine's dick lightly.
"Kurt, so close." Blaine informs, and this only eggs Kurt on to stroke Blaine faster, and despite Blaine's strict instructions to give him a hand job only, Kurt leans in and takes the head of Blaine's cock in his mouth, sucking lightly.
"F-fuck!" Blaine bites his lip to keep him from yelling out his boyfriends name as he comes.
Kurt grabs some tissues from his nightstand, and cleans his hand off.
"I-I told you hand jobs only." Blaine says, as soon as his breathing returns to normal.
"I felt like sucking you off. I didn't do it right mind you."
Blaine rolls over, and pins his boyfriend beneath him. "Remember, try to be quiet." He says, and practically rips Kurt's clothes off of him. As soon as Kurt's naked Blaine wastes no time in engulfing Kurt's cock in his mouth, sucking and licking right from the start.
Kurt arches off the bed, and thrusts into Blaine's mouth, his hands entwining themselves in his boyfriends curly locks.
Blaine sucks Kurt, and decides he wants to try something new, he searches blindly in Kurt's nightstand for any for of lubrication, and comes across his lotion. Blaine squirts some into his palm, and spreads it onto his hand thoroughly. Before Kurt can have a chance to ask him what he's doing, Blaine brings his hand to Kurt's puckered entrance, and presses in, but doesn't breach the tight ring of muscle.
"Oh Blaine, god!" Kurt moans, biting his lip when he remembers that he has to be quiet. "K-keep going."
Blaine pushes his index finger until it's inside of Kurt, he pushes the finger in until he reaches Kurt's prostate, and the doubling of pleasure seems to be too much for Kurt.
"Blaine, oh god Blaine. I'm c-oh my god." he moans, coming into Blaine's mouth.
Blaine pulls off of Kurt's softening cock with a tiny pop. And looks up to find his boyfriend lying bonelessly on the bed, breathing hard.
"Oh my god, why haven't we tried that before?" He thinks, clearly having been rendered speechless.
"I honestly have no idea." Blaine says, his voice ragged.
"T-that was… awesome."
"Yeah, it was."
Kurt grins, and yawns. "Well, I'm sleepy now. Spoon with me?"
"You know it." Blaine says immediately, and Kurt giggles at his eagerness. He stands up and shuts the light off, and Blaine can still see him in the moonlight, he stares quite pointedly.
Kurt turns, and smirks when he sees Blaine avert his eyes quickly. "You like what you see?" he says.
Blaine blushes, and looks away. Kurt smiles, and goes to snuggle up next to Blaine, throwing the covers over them
"Wouldn't want my dad to come in and find us naked." He says.
"Right."
"Good night, Blaine." Kurt murmurs sleepily.
"Good night, my angel." Blaine whispers.
A/N: This thing is over 5,000 words long. Damn. I'm sure you guys don't mind though right?
Let me know what you think about it. I'm really excited about what's coming up in the next chapter. Let's just say that Blaine does some…bonding with the ND guys.