Another Life

Chapter 7

Kurt's phone screen illuminated, lighting his room that had previously been engulfed in midnight darkness.

He rolled over to turn it screen-down, but the alert on the lock screen jolted him awake.

Text Message from Blaine Anderson

His heart accelerated as it always did whenever he saw Blaine's name or face. He wouldn't be able to ignore this until morning - there was no way he was going back to sleep now. He hoisted himself up to prop his head against the headboard and pulled his phone closer to him. Sliding the message open, he exhaled in a hiss of laughter.

Blaine: Hey Kkurtt what are yu donig?

He rolled his eyes. Only Blaine could wake Kurt from his beauty sleep and live to tell the tale.

Kurt: I was sleeping. Are you drunk again? Sebastian is a terrible influence on you...tell him I said that.

Blaine: Not drunk.

Blaine: Just kdding, Im drink..

Blaine: Not with sebs he a dickheed.? With tina and Samm they fuckin awesome

A warmth and comfort spread through Kurt's body upon reading this. He was so glad that he could unite the three best friends in this life.

Kurt: Well you have a fun night. Be safe please.

Blaine: I want sing with yiu come oveer tomorrroe itll be frets

Blaine: Feeds

Blaine: Guest

Blaine: Great.

Blaine: Shit.

Kurt: I'll be there. I get out of class at 1:15.

Blaine: youre beautiful.

Kurt: You're drunk. Good night, Blaine.

Goosebumps covered Kurt's arms and neck. He knew that his Blaine found him beautiful. There was a kind of instinctual attraction between the two of them that was so powerful, he doubted there could even be a universe in which it didn't exist. But whenever Blaine said the words to him, it made him feel a flurry of love and happiness.

He fell back asleep very, very content.


It was a beautiful summer day. Kurt cursed his parallel universe self for enrolling in summer classes. It sounded just like him, though, to be that ambitious. Luckily for him, he didn't have to suffer alone. Artie, it seemed, had signed up for the same generic math and English courses that were required for all majors. Even Tina was with them today, having errands to run on campus.

Kurt pushed Artie along the path, Tina walking beside them. She wore sunglasses and a "fuck off" expression. He wasn't able to stop himself from giggling at her hangover.

"Don't you dare laugh at me!" Tina warned. "I spent all of last night listening to Blaine gush over you!"

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you," Kurt smirked.

"Jealous? Please. He's gay."

Kurt snorted unattractively. "Remember that."

Tina gave him the strangest look. "Whatever. I'm not sure that Blaine would even bat an eye at anyone other than you anyway." A surge of pleasure coursed through him upon hearing this. It was a strange sensation for him to be transported back to the beginning of a relationship with Blaine. It was like he had traveled back in time. It felt similar to the first time he and Blaine met in that Kurt had a huge crush on Blaine and he didn't know how Blaine felt about him. But it was different in so many ways, for obvious reasons. Now that he knew what was at stake, everything was that much more intense.

"Why are you holding back? Do tell, woman!" exclaimed Artie.

"Yes, please enlighten us, Tina," Kurt did his best to sound blasé, but his stomach was in knots with nerves.

"Well, at first he deflected all questions about you. But after he had a few drinks, the man was talking about you like the sun shines out your ass! I think he really likes you, Kurt! Do you like him too?"

"Too much, probably," he sighed.

Artie clapped his hands. "Ooh boy, this is for real!"

If only they knew.


Kurt ran the last few stairs up to Blaine's apartment excitedly. He'd never been here before. The building was beautiful and old. Based on appearances only, he imagined Blaine and Sebastian's neighbors might be a bunch of cute elderly couples.

3A...3A...He located the correct door.

He knocked.

Sebastian answered.

"Oh. You're here," Kurt was disappointed.

"Don't worry, virgin boy, I'm on my way out."

Kurt looked past the tall man in the doorway and found Blaine's face a few feet back. He shot him a helpless "how dare you tell him?" look.

"Sorry," Blaine smiled that cocky smile that Kurt hated so much. "His powers of persuasion are supernatural."

"Now move so I can get out of here and let you two have an afternoon of not having sex and just talking and staring longingly into each other's stupid eyes." Despite his biting words, Kurt noticed him smile supportively at Blaine. Sebastian leaned close to Blaine and whispered something in his ear that made him laugh weakly. Sebastian patted his back once before taking off.

Kurt looked around in wonder. The apartment was shockingly masculine for being the shared space of two gay men. It surprised him that this could be where Blaine lived. First of all, it was extremely messy. Back in his real life, Kurt cleaned up after him, but he wasn't that disorganized. This was clearly the result of two messy people coming together as roommates. The wall decor surprised Kurt too. The beer company artwork was one thing, but Kurt almost choked on his own saliva when he spotted a large, prominent poster of a mostly nude woman with enormous breasts.

Blaine must have noticed his reaction. He smiled like he was in on a secret. "Seb and I agreed to hang that there because we were tired of walking in on each other hooking up in the living room. This way, if one of us is getting it on out here, we see the poster and get turned off and we're forced to take it to the bedroom."

"Clever," Kurt commented.

Blaine ambled over to the couch and flopped down, urging Kurt to follow him. "I want to apologize for the drunken phone calls and texts. I swear I don't drink very often. You've just had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of some embarrassing communications in the past week or so…"

Kurt laughed, stretching out on the opposite side of the couch. "Don't worry about it, Blaine. I find your drunken forwardness and lack of inhibition refreshing."

A shrill ringtone cut through the air. Blaine grabbed his phone. "Shit. My brother wants to FaceTime. We've been trying to connect for weeks. Do you mind?"

Kurt shrugged. "Not at all."

Something in Blaine's expression changed. "Do you want to help me mess with him?"

Kurt's face lit up. "Absolutely."

Blaine picked up and waited while the video connected. "Hey, Coop! How are ya?"

"Hey little bro!" Cooper Anderson's voice filled the room. "I've been trying to reach you for ages! What's going on?"

Blaine looked over his phone to meet Kurt's eyes. Kurt mouthed "Don't freak out," then crawled across the couch and proceeded to sprawl himself across Blaine's lap, throwing his arms around his neck. Instead of the stiffening that Kurt was expecting to feel beneath him, Blaine remained relaxed and wrapped his free arm around Kurt's waist.

"Well, well, well. Who might this be?" Cooper's voice was full of excitement. Kurt highly doubted that Blaine had ever introduced any guy to his brother.

Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's neck, peeking at the screen where Cooper was watching, looking way too happy.

Despite the understanding that they were acting, Blaine's voice came out a little uneven. "This is Kurt. He's...he's my…"

As if trying to describe what Kurt was to him wasn't uncomfortable enough, Kurt was licking his neck just below his jawline.

"Jesus, boys. Lock it down," Cooper joked, but his eyes seemed a little disappointed. "I get it. Another hookup, Blaine? I was hoping you'd be getting to the age where you might want to settle down…"

Blaine was having a hard time putting together a coherent sentence with Kurt so intoxicatingly close to him. "No, he's not a hookup. He's…"

"It's okay," Kurt purred. "You can tell him."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm a paid companion." He felt Blaine's fingers tighten on his waist and for a moment, he thought that Blaine might burst into laughter, blowing their cover. Cooper's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.

To Kurt's relief, Blaine played along. "Well, I am about to be a famous actor. I need to look good in the public eye. Plus, it's nice to keep him around for a good fuck."

This time Cooper couldn't hold it in. "Blaine! How could you? You're better than that! First of all, you need to be treating this man with respect, no matter what his career choice is. Second, you don't think people will find out about this? The media is ruthless. You're about to be on the radar of millions of people. If they discover that you're paying someone to pretend to be your partner and sleep with you-" He cut himself off when he realized his brother and supposed escort were laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?"

Kurt slid off of Blaine's lap, but kept one arm around his neck. "I'm not really being paid by Blaine, Cooper."

"Yeah, Coop, Kurt is a guy I've been hanging out with for a few weeks now." Kurt twirled a finger around a curl at the back of Blaine's neck, momentarily forgetting about the careful distance he was trying to keep.

The red faded from Cooper's face. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh hell. I thought I was going to have to fly across the country and some smack you down! It's very nice to meet you, Kurt. Blaine doesn't ever introduce me to any guy he's seeing. That must mean you're pretty special."

"All right. That's enough for today," Blaine said loudly, squirming uncomfortably. "I'll call you later this week."

"Okay, little bro. Have you talked to mom and dad?" Cooper asked, suddenly serious.

"No." Blaine almost sounded angry.

"It's been a year, Blaine. Maybe it's time."

"I'm not having this conversation again. Good bye, Cooper."

He pushed the "End" button, then looked tentatively at Kurt.

Kurt smiled down at him, a lock of hair still caught between his fingers. He knew it must have been a stretch for Blaine to allow him into something so personal like his family life. He was concerned about what Cooper had said at the end of the conversation, though.

"Your brother seems really nice. Tell me more about your family. What did Cooper mean 'It's been a year?'"

He could have sworn he felt a cool breeze flow between them as Blaine threw up his defenses, clearly not intending to answer.

"Why do you do that?!" Asked Kurt in exasperation.

"Do what?" Blaine had a grumpy frown on his face. His head was leaning back against the back of the couch.

"Everything will be going along just fine and then I ask a question or something happens and out of nowhere you pull back into yourself like you're so afraid of what will happen if you let me in!" Kurt was practically shouting. Blaine bit his lower lip and twirled his ring around his finger.

"It's because I am." He closed his eyes, wishing he were anywhere else.

"You are what?"

"I am afraid." Blaine sat up straight and looked Kurt straight in the face. When he spoke, he couldn't control the panic in his voice. "I am fucking terrified of you, Kurt, and what I feel about you! You came into my life, completely unexpectedly, and you say things and you know things about me that you couldn't possibly know, and it's like someone reached out and hand-selected you and put you right in front of me, designed exactly for me, and I have no idea what to do with that. So yeah, Kurt, it fucking scares me."

The silence was deafening as the two men stared each other down.

Blaine broke first. He sank back into the cushions and covered his face. "Oh my god I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Kurt scrambled to grab his hands and bring them away from his face, but Blaine shut his eyes instead.

"No. Never apologize for saying how you feel. Not with me." He positioned himself so he was facing Blaine directly. "I'm scared too, you know."

Blaine peeked one eye open. "You are?"

"Yes. God, Blaine, of course I am! All new relationships are terrifying. Especially when you've never felt the way you do for that particular person. But you have to take risks to reap the rewards." He thought for a minute, tracing patterns on the back of Blaine's hand. "Do you remember the day after we met at the piano bar and you tracked me down and came to find me? That was a huge risk. Do you remember what you asked me that day?"

Blaine nodded slowly, tightening his grasp on Kurt's hands."I asked you if it was worth it."

"And I said yes. And I swear to you, Blaine, if you open up and let me in, I will make every single day worth it."

In response, Blaine pulled Kurt's hands toward him, causing Kurt's chest to land flush against his own. Kurt's fingers wound their way into his hair once again. "Okay." He detected little reservation in Blaine's eyes, so he gave himself over to the other man, too.

Their lips made their way together, tasting, exploring with a fervor. Kurt let out a contented hum. Blaine's hands were strong against his back, their warmth spreading past the thin fabric of Kurt's shirt and bleeding into his soul. Blaine's tongue was gentle, tentative as it traversed the planes of Kurt's mouth, then as it wandered down his neck, a trail of nips and kisses, chanting "okay" over and over.

Kurt's hands fumbled for the hem of Blaine's t-shirt, pulling his body away ever so slightly so he was able to slip the shirt off. He nearly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Blaine's exposed torso. His hands flew to touch Blaine everywhere. Blaine responded magnificently under his touch. Where his fingertips drew lines, Blaine's skin grew goosebumps. Where Kurt's lips planted kisses, Blaine arched into him. Where Kurt breathed the words "worth it" against his skin, Blaine shivered uncontrollably.

Blaine broke the kiss first, but left his hands splayed out on Kurt's back. Kurt whined at the abrupt stop to the assault on his neck.

Blaine mumbled something like "we should stop…don't want to get carried away…"

"What if I want to get carried away?" Kurt breathed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"I thought you didn't want to because you're...I thought you weren't ready." Blaine's eyes searched his questioningly, desperate to find Kurt's permission to continue, despite his resolve to respect Kurt and not push the issue.

Kurt's head spun. What would be the repercussions of going through with this? What would other Kurt think if he were transported back into his life? Would he know that these things had happened? Would it be like he had done them? He decided he didn't really care at the moment.

"I want to."

Blaine's smile was brilliant.

"You know, I've never done it before like this either. Not when it actually counted for something."

Kurt straddled Blaine's hips, kneeling on the couch. He tore off his own shirt and resumed their kiss. "I want you," he whispered. Blaine shuddered, then froze.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked in alarm.

"The girl with the boobs. She's staring at me. Let's continue this elsewhere."

Kurt giggled as Blaine scooped him up and carried him to his bedroom, pecking him with kisses the whole way.

They crashed down onto the bed, bodies pressed together. Blaine somehow managed to wriggle out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs without breaking contact with Kurt.

Kurt's hands flitted downward immediately. He ran his hands over the tight muscles of Blaine's ass and moaned. Blaine backed away, reaching for Kurt's pants now. He pulled them down carefully, exposing the rest of Kurt. His fingers massaged their way from foot to hip, mouth not far behind, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin at Kurt's instep, back of his knee, and inner thigh.

Kurt gasped sharply as Blaine's hands encircled his hard length, and continued to work his way back up to Kurt's mouth. Their lips met again, though the slow burning was gone, replaced by a fierce need. Blaine worked Kurt in his hand while he rubbed himself against Kurt's thigh, both boys panting.

Thinking that Blaine could do with being cared for, Kurt slowly traced one finger down his back, down, down, down, toward - Kurt cried out in surprise as Blaine swatted his hand away.

"I'm sorry, but I do not bottom."

Kurt would have laughed had Blaine not looked so somber. He could think of at least 10 times Blaine had bottomed since Christmas alone. He must have looked strange, because Blaine immediately apologized.

"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry!" His eyes were wild, and is seemed as though he were waiting for Kurt to realize that this wasn't what he wanted, and to leave him.

"No, what did I say earlier? Never be afraid to tell me what you feel. Especially not in bed." He pressed his lips to Blaine's neck, and Blaine sighed with relief.

"I don't deserve you, Kurt." His voice was ragged. He reached off to the side of the bed and when his hand returned, it was slick with lube. His finger found its way down Kurt's back to hover over his entrance.

"Ready?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded. He winced as the finger pushed into him. Normally, he and Blaine had an extremely active sex life. Too active, if their roommates had anything to say about it. But in his current situation, there had been an understandable lack of sex for the past few weeks, and he needed a little extra time to stretch to fit Blaine's fingers.

Blaine was slow and gentle. He watched Kurt for signs that he was doing something wrong, but it was all so right. After inserting a second finger, he angled it to brush against Kurt's prostate. The sensation sent Kurt's hips flying up off the bed. Blaine stilled.

"Oh my god, Blaine. Don't stop!" Kurt cried.

With each touch to that most sensitive spot, Kurt became more and more urgent. His lips against Blaine's collarbone told the story of his need.

"I'm ready," he exhaled. "I want you."

The crinkle of foil between Blaine's fingers made Kurt grimace. He and his Blaine hadn't used a condom in ages, since they were both clean, and extremely exclusive. But he grudgingly understood the necessity for the undesirable accessory now.

Kurt was filled with an almost unbearable anticipation as Blaine rolled on the condom and lubed himself up.

"Turn over," Blaine commanded softly.

Kurt started. "No. Blaine, I want to see you."

Blaine dropped his head to the crook of Kurt's neck. His body convulsed with what Kurt could only describe as a dry sob.

"I can't do that. I don't do that," he explained, wrecked. Kurt's hands rubbed small circles on his back. He drew Blaine's chin up so he would meet his eyes. He was shocked by the pain he saw there.

"Please. It'll be worth it."

Those words were all it took. In one motion, Blaine pushed himself up and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance. He pressed in slightly, then waited for Kurt to adjust. When Kurt gave him the go-ahead, he drove in the rest of the way, gasping at the feeling. Soon, they were moving together easily.

Kurt held Blaine's eyes as they melted into each other, a mess of pleasure and passion. It was so extremely intimate, and all of his senses were heightened. He wondered if his blood might actually be on fire.

"That's so...good…"

"You have no idea…Tell me...Tell me…" Blaine's eyes bore into his, pleading.

The corner of Kurt's mouth turned up in a smirk. There was his Blaine, wanting to hear dirty talk to get off.

"Fuck, Blaine. Your cock feels so good inside of me."

Blaine stilled, and Kurt realized he was trying to hide silent laughter. He hadn't thought it was funny at all.

"That was surprisingly naughty," Blaine told him. "And very, very sexy. But not what I meant. I meant tell me...tell me how you…" He broke off as if to say "never mind."

Suddenly, Kurt understood what Blaine wanted. It hurt his heart to know that he needed it.

"You're sexy. You're beautiful. You turn me on so much," he began. He felt the familiar tightening that signaled his impending orgasm.

Blaine's eyes flared, shining. Kurt continued. "But you're so much more." Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder again as he rocked his hips up into the other man. Kurt thought he felt teeth biting down on his shoulder, muffling needy little whimpers. "You're talented. Ohh shit, Blaine. Keep doing that! You-you're intelligent. And you deserve for someone to take care of you. Mmmmm god...You deserve someone good. You deserve someone like me. FUCK!" Kurt shrieked. Blaine had moved to wrap his arms around Kurt, and the added pressure of his body pressing down into Kurt drove him crazy.

He felt something hot and wet on his skin, and realized Blaine was crying. He wound his hands in Blaine's hair and tugged upward to draw Blaine's glistening eyes back to his.

"Mmmm. God that's good. Tell me again," Blaine whispered, barely audible.

This was all so intense. Kurt couldn't hold on a moment longer. His body shook with his climax, as he called out to Blaine.

He shuddered weakly as his body weakened and his voice shifted to help bring Blaine to his orgasm. "You deserve it. You deserve me." Blaine thrust once, twice, three times more, and tumbled over the edge too, moaning Kurt's name repeatedly.

Coming down, Blaine was completely emotionally stripped. He had never allowed himself to be so vulnerable before anyone. It was both terrifying and liberating. He wanted both to never let go, and also to run and hide forever.

Blaine burrowed into Kurt's neck again, choosing the first option.