Okily dokily!
Sorry about the slight delay in this chapter - Christmas and New Years and me randomly getting super ill got in the way. But here is the new chapter :D
This is also a message to say that unfortunately my updates are probably gonna be more infrequent from now on (more like once a week). I'm going skiing today so wont be on my computer at all for 6 days, and then after that I'm on teaching placement so will be spending most of my time and energy on that. I will still be writing though so expect chapters, just not quite as frequently.
Thanks guys!
Liz xxx
P.S. For this fic, Finn's Dad isn't dead, simply because I wanted an excuse to get him out of the house. Poetic licence ok? :D
Chapter 7 - The House
"Simone's moving in with us."
"What?" Quinn almost dropped her fork. I sighed, rubbing my fingers against my forehead for the millionth time. "Are you serious?"
"Yep." My girlfriend stopped eating, placing her cutlery down on the table. She looked more than a little annoyed.
"That bitch! How did she get her claws into your Dad already?"
"You haven't even heard the best part yet." I replied, almost laughing at my words. Puck was sitting across from us at the table looking equally as shocked. It was known to pretty much all my friends that Simone and I didn't get along too well, but I didn't bother to tell them the intricate details. To be honest it was kind of an irrational thing – she was there, she wasn't my mum... Plus I had to be all nice to her and shit, which me being me, wasn't exactly fun,
"What?"
"She has two kids."
"No way." Suddenly Puck joined in the conversation, leaning forward and looking intrigued. "You never met them before?"
"No."
"Are they hot?"
"Puck! One of them is a dude!" Suddenly the irony of what I had just said hit me. For a second I was caught off balance but managed to hide my thoughts and continue. "And they're like fifteen and eight, butt ugly too."
"Ah." Now realising he wasn't going to get any action Puck became less interested, but still stayed a part of the conversation. "And they're staying with you too?"
"Yeah. We're clearing out the spare room so they can all play happy families." It had taken an hour to get me out of the bathroom – Dad had literally threatened to break the door down if I didn't open it. We'd had a huge fight that had ended with me breaking something yet again, but eventually I'd been left to stew in my own room. I wasn't sharing my house with them. I barely enjoyed sharing it with my Dad anymore.
"That's shit."
"It's not just shit! It's fucking ridiculous!" Quinn was looking like she wanted to go over and start a fight right now – if I wasn't so depressed I probably would have found it hot. "I'm gonna kill that bitch." Sighing again I pushed the remainder of my food away and she immediately brought her hands up to my neck.
"Oh Blaine. You know you can always stay at mine if you want…" She began to stroke the hairs at the back and in a flash I was suddenly brought back to the cupboard.
"No!" Both my friends jumped back, Quinn taking her hands away and Puck holding his up in defence. "I mean, um, I can't. My Dad would kill me." Shit. Luckily the two of them seemed to take that reply as good enough, everyone went back to their eating and I cursed myself yet again for my ridiculous life.
When my phone buzzed in Trig it was the best news I'd received all day.
Do you want to meet up today?
Hell yes I did. All the tension and angst had built up inside me and I was killing for a release. Texting back a swift yes I tried to hide the rush of pleasure that coursed through me as I thought of what would happen. My dick even began to harden.
Meet me at 19a 22nd Street 4pm
Wait what? I stared at the text, wondering if somehow it had been sent to the wrong person. What happened to the cupboard? I had been beginning to like that place. Putting my phone away I waited for another message to buzz, but none came. Maybe we were relocating. As the bell rang I hurriedly packed up my things, ran to my car and drove off.
The address was a house. Or at least it was in a housing estate. I drove round with wary eyes, scanning every sign and building I passed. It didn't look very rich, but it wasn't too shabby either. Kind of like our neighbourhood. There were neighbourhood watch signs up everywhere though and I figured these were the kind of bastards that knew everything about everyone. They probably knew there were gays around – celebrated them even. Maybe this was gang-bang central.
When I pulled up outside the address I checked my phone and the number three times, wanting to be absolutely sure. This was definitely it. It seemed like an ordinary house, nothing fishy. I was still cautious of everything though, especially getting out of the car. My brain thought about bailing several times and my feet nearly joined it, but the notion of what was inside and how much I was craving it spurred me on.
Once I'd built up the courage to surface into the afternoon air I pulled my hood up to hide my face and stalked towards the door, ringing the doorbell and then practically flattening my body against it so nobody would notice my clothes. Kurt was more than a little surprised when he opened it.
"Er, hi?" I almost fell in the door, letting out a small shout as I lost my balance and then regaining it quickly, cursing. Well that was smooth.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Is this your house?" I ignored the question, asking my own and my friend nodded. Pulling up my hood some more I glanced nervously around the area behind me. Who knew if there was some creepy bastard out there with his binoculars right now.
"What are we doing here?"
"I figured…I figured we could do with a little more privacy." Suddenly Kurt looked nervous – his face flushed in the most adorable way and I was in that instant overcome with a desire to reach out my hand and hold his. Our fingers touched and the electricity fizzled and crackled. The feeling made me jerk back but my friend was still smiling.
"Is anyone here?" Immediately he shook his head.
"No. Carol's in Westerville and my Dad works late. Finn's visiting his Dad." Ok, so there was definitely nobody in the house. I was still uneasy with the situation but was willing to cooperate if it got me what I wanted.
"Ok. Shall we go inside?" The question was more a hint than an actual suggestion - Kurt sensed my intention and moved to the side of the door.
"Yes."
Once the door was shut behind us I immediately relaxed. Suddenly the feelings I had been keeping pent up inside me all day were released and I stepped forward, looking to pull Kurt into a kiss, but to my surprise he held his hands in the way.
"Hey, wait till we get upstairs." Taking my hand he began to lead me down the hall and I dutifully followed. For a second doubt suddenly crossed my mind. Should I be doing this? Was it ok for me to be in some guys house, being taken to a random room? Half of me knew I was being stupid, but the other was unsure. Kurt could really be some crazy dude that was about to murder me.
Unfortunately my sexual desire was too great to warrant stopping anything, so we reached the top of the stairs and headed into a medium sized room. The walls were a pale blue and everything was immaculately furnished – suddenly I wondered if this was a show house that we were crashing. Before I had time to ask any questions though my hand holding onto Kurt's was suddenly jerked forwards and I fell crashing into his body. As soon as our lips connected all my worries and nerves went flying away.
Kurt exhaled, immediately bringing his hands to twine around my neck like he usually did and I responded in my equally similar way, wrapping them around his waist tightly. I could feel his hip bones and pressed my fingers into them, revelling in the groans that rang out through the room from the movement. Suddenly it occurred to me that we weren't in a public place – unless this really was a show home we were in an abode and therefore free to make practically as much noise as we wanted.
Holy hell.
Revelling in this new information I suddenly went to push Kurt towards the wall (my favourite place to make out with him) but he countered, pushing back with a strength I didn't know he had. I went to protest but then my legs hit the back of the bed and a strangled cry escaped from my throat instead as we fell backwards. Once we were horizontal Kurt fastened his lips back onto mine, now more earnest than ever, and started making little groaning noises as he clambered on top of me. Shit. This was freaking amazing.
As Kurt reached a full straddling position I reached out my hands to run down his back, feeling the ridges of his spine as he bucked and writhed and then grabbing down hard on his ass. A loud moan escaped from his lips and the forceful push down that followed milliseconds after made me cry out too. Jesus, this was almost more than I could take.
"Kurt." I breathed, shortly followed by more moans and gasps so I was unable to continue for about a minute. "Kurt…I need…you…" Understanding where I was going my friend slipped his hand in between our writhing bodies, the movement almost constant now with how hot we both were for each other, and palmed my incredibly hard erection roughly.
"FUCK!" Sweet Jesus that felt fucking amazing. My grip on his ass tightened, almost pushing his hand down further and Kurt groaned back.
"Oh Blaine…"
"More! More!" I felt the pressure again and screamed out louder, every cell in my brain practically begging for him to unzip me and start the real work. "Hands…cock…" Finally Kurt got the message and suddenly I was free. I was free and the split second of relief was then overtaken by a searing rush of intense and utter pleasure.
"OHGOD!" Kurt laughed, leaning down to kiss me again, but I couldn't really kiss back, my mouth slack and the moans spilling out uncontrollably. "Kurt! Kurt!" He'd felt his way under my boxers and gripped hold of me strongly, immediately beginning to pump so my hips bucked up out of the own accord and our stomachs smashed together. The pleasure running though me was electric – suddenly my grip wasn't tight enough – I dug my fingers in further and made Kurt moan, just as the actions his digits were making elicited the same response for me. As the coiling in my stomach rose, so did the movement, faster and more vigorous until my whole body felt like it was on fire, like it was about to explode.
"Can't…hold…any…longer…" As my words panted out, almost strained by the sheer intensity of the emotions I was going through, Kurt ran the length of his nail down the underside of my cock. It was the last straw and I came hard and fast, screaming his name.
My orgasm seemed to last forever – a huge explosion of adrenalin and release that hovered over me like a blanket and kept me wrapped in the high for what seemed like hours. When I floated back down to earth Kurt seemed equally as exhausted, his whole body slumped over me with his hand still firmly wedged down my pants. His nose was pressed into my cheek and he was still breathing heavily. As I moved slightly to show I was back he rolled off me, his hand slipping out and then flopping onto the bed beside him. I could feel myself beginning to get sticky and realised this was another pair of jeans I had ruined.
"Woah Blaine." Kurt breathed. The way he said my name still sent shivers down my spine. I still couldn't decide if it sounded better during or after. I shifted my head over slightly to see him staring up at the ceiling, a slightly glazed look on his face. His right hand was flexing slightly and he absentmindedly brought it up to his face, licking at the fingers lightly before he suddenly turned to look at me.
"Do you want something to eat?"
As I walked down the stairs my legs were embarrassingly shaky and my mind was whirring. That was possibly the best orgasm I'd had in my life. Kurt had set off pleasure senses in me that hadn't been explored in my wildest dreams, not even through our exploits in the cupboard. And we'd barely been touching. Properly touching that is. I shuddered to even think what it would be like if his mouth got anywhere near me.
The kitchen was as neat as the rest of his house and Kurt walked quickly over to the kettle and switched it on.
"Coffee?"
"Yes." Coffee. I definitely needed coffee. I couldn't understand why he was so calm about all this – did this kind of thing happen all the time? I knew the experience was totally new for me, but surely he had some sort of emotions running through him? I watched him switch on the tap, running his hand underneath to clean it properly, before drying on a nearby towel.
"So what do you want?" The question caught me off guard, especially as I'd just been staring earnestly at his fingers, replaying all the memories in my head over and over again. I shook my head, trying to bring myself back to reality and Kurt smiled.
"We have grilled cheese…or grilled cheese." Ah. So there wasn't actually a choice. As I just stared back blankly his grin widened and he waltzed over to the fridge, which I was standing in front of. As he motioned for me to move out of the way and I did so our arms brushed and I involuntarily let out a gasp.
"Are you ok?" Shit. Kurt had noticed. He was looking at me with those piercing eyes, the ones that just made me think of sex and sex.
"Aren't you finding this weird?" The words blurted out of my mouth before I could stop them. My friend looked confused.
"Finding what weird?"
"You know – this. The fact that we just had amazing sex and now we're down in the kitchen like nothing happened?" I saw his mouth quirk up at the mention of amazing sex (something which I hadn't actually meant to say, but was definitely true) but he managed to straighten it again seconds later.
"This is what I do." Kurt replied, rummaging around in the fridge for what he wanted and then pulling it out. "When I'm happy – I eat." At this my eyes glanced over his slender body – something that didn't look like it saw fatty food a lot.
"You can't be happy all that much."
"Well I do go to your school." With a knowing smile he shut the fridge and I was rendered speechless yet again. This was such another world – a world I'd never really been introduced to. Here it was possible to have fun without being at a keg party surrounded by topless girls, to just get by without worrying about what people thought about you, to get kicks out of making a grilled cheese sandwich. It was…normal.
As Kurt began to butter the slices of bread he'd fetched from a crock on the side he switched the radio on, beckoning me over with his free hand. I walked slowly over, not really knowing where to stand and then he motioned to the grill.
"Switch that on please." Immediately I responded, my hand fumbling momentarily on the dial before turning it and then bringing myself back upright again. Kurt smiled, pulling me in closer again so my chest bumped softly against his shoulder and resting his head lightly in the base of my neck. I breathed in his scent quietly and watched him leave the butter and begin to sprinkle grated cheese on the slices.
"Oh!" Suddenly a song came on the radio that he recognised – one that I knew well too. Quinn liked to play it an annoying amount of times and then describe to me the things we could do with Santana Lopez if I really wanted.
"This was never the way I planned, not my intention" Kurt stopped sprinkling the cheese and brought a bit up to my mouth. As he sung the first lyrics he placed some inside and I chewed it slowly.
"I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion." He began to dance and I swallowed loudly, my eyes scanning from the way his lips sang the words to how his hips were currently moving.
"It's not what, I'm used to. Just, wanna try you on." Suddenly hands were on my chest, running up slowly to my collarbones and then resting there, the rest of his body moving in closer.
"I'm curious for you, caught my attention. I kissed a boy and I liked it-" With these final lyrics he leant in and kissed me, a slight giggle on his lips and I got the joke.
"Hey." I replied, pulling away but only after we'd kissed for a considerable time. "Not funny."
"But you did!" Kurt grinned again, bringing his hands away from my chest slowly and picking up the bread pieces to place them in the grill. As the rest of the song played I shook my head and rested against the kitchen side. This was weird. So weird. I was having fun.
"My Dad's girlfriend is moving in." Suddenly Kurt looked up again. For a second I was confused, before I realised that the words had come out of my mouth without me even realising.
"What?" Oh yeah. I forgot he knew actually nothing about my life. Other than the fact I pretended I was straight.
"Um, my dad, has a girlfriend. And she's moving in." My friend got up from his crouched position by the grill, standing in front of me and looking at me with concerned eyes.
"Oh. Are you happy about this?"
"No." It was funny. The anger that bubbled inside of me every time I thought of Simone and my new so called 'family' was still there. But it wasn't rushing to the surface like it normally did.
"Why not?" I looked back up at Kurt, almost confused by the question.
"Well…" This was easy. I knew why I didn't want this – I had so many reasons I couldn't decide which one to say first. The union of this family was possibly the worst thing to happen in my life ever. "…I don't like her." My friend laughed.
"You don't like her?"
"Yeah."
"The girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Again I was stumped. Kurt didn't look like he was attacking me – there wasn't any sense of disbelief or venom in his eyes. He was just curious.
"Well, because…she's evil." Another laugh.
"She's evil?"
"Yeah! Well, not evil – she's just around all the time and she looks at me with these sad pathetic eyes that say love me and I don't want to love her because she's poisoning my Dad." There was a silence. I waited for Kurt to say something and he pondered his answer for a while.
"And that makes her evil?"
"Yes." Why wasn't he agreeing? Every other person I told this to just nodded their head and called her a bitch, even if they'd never met her before. That was how you reacted.
"Have you actually tried talking to her?"
"No." I scoffed at the question. "She's all old and boring. We have nothing in common."
"Do you and your Dad have things in common?"
"Yeah." Of course we did. A wild temper, the tendency to hurt the ones we loved…
"Well he's old."
"But he's my Dad." Kurt sighed, running a hand through his deep brown hair, before resting it lightly across mine.
"I know it's hard accepting a new family member into your house. I wasn't exactly jumping for joy when Carol was first introduced." For a second my brain processed the name before I faintly remembered the name of Finn Hudson's mum. "But you learn. And it can actually turn out for the better." I felt pressure on my hand and looked down, before glancing back up to see Kurt smiling softly. I shouldn't be allowing this. I shouldn't be allowing him to council me. But somehow it was working.
"What happened to your real mum?" At the sound of another question my ears sprung to attention again, but it was one I didn't want to hear. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"She died." The words murmured from my lips and I heard Kurt sigh again. "Car accident."
"Mine died too." He replied, also looking solemn. "Cancer." The pressure on my hand was felt again and I closed my eyes, trying to block the pain away.
Suddenly my walls came up.
"This doesn't change anything." My hand flashed away and Kurt looked surprised, a little shocked even. "Just because both our mum's died doesn't mean you have any kind of hold over me. We're not the same." I backed over to the other side of the room bracing myself against the counter and even looking around for something to hold. Kurt didn't move. He didn't say anything. He simply sighed again, a long deep sigh different from all the others – like a person who's dealt with the same problems over and over again they just become unsolvable – and looked down at the floor.
Shit.
"Sorry." Kurt looked up but still didn't reply. I could see the hurt in his eyes and it killed me. My feet took two steps back towards him but my brain wouldn't let me go any further – still battling against the territory we were headed to, scared of how I was feeling.
"Shit. I just…" At this I sensed some kind of reaction. Even with all I had just said my hesitation affected something in Kurt – made him instantly care. "Why do you do this?" I received another blank stare. My feet let me travel an extra few steps forward and I leant against the centre table, pushing down on it firmly and bowing my head before bringing it up again.
"Why do you put up with me? I mean, I don't exactly treat you right – I treat you like shit. And you pretty much get beaten up every day at McKinley. Why do you even bother?" Kurt laughed. It was a strange laugh – his breath seemed to catch in his throat so it sounded strangled – almost like he was crying at the same time.
"Is it for the sex?" Suddenly the idea caught in my brain – I felt concern and a touch of anger spread across my features but Kurt immediately shook his head.
"No! No of course not." He took a few steps forward towards me, narrowing the gap between us so I felt my heartbeat quicken slightly as it so often did. "The sex is great, amazing even, but it's not the only thing."
"Then why?" Kurt looked at me, that same intense gaze I never got tired of and made my fists clench.
"I guess," He closed another few steps, running his finger along the table as he spoke, "that for some strange reason, I really really like you. A lot." He smiled and I smiled back, unable to contain myself. "And also, I just think I can help you. You're lost and you need guidance – I want to be that person to give it to you. I think you deserve it." Suddenly the remaining distance was closed – I felt a hand brush against my arm and sighed, letting the fingers link with mine and then feeling another run through my hair.
"I know I've been a little pushy with you at first," Kurt continued as I closed my eyes and snuggled into his touch, almost falling asleep, "but I never did anything I didn't think you truly wanted. I never would."
"I know." As I murmured my reply I knew what I was saying was right – despite all the hatred I had felt for Kurt and the way I felt about him – he was only ever doing it for me. As a breath of hot air brushed against my lips I opened them slightly and waited to feel the touch...
The timer for the grilled cheese went off and I groaned in annoyance.
