Disclaimer: RIB owns Glee, which absolutely sucks. The chapter title and lyrics are from Constant Craving- KD Lang (although the Glee cast version is the one playing through my mind during this chapter). Karaoke night features the Warbler's singing Everybody (Backstreet's Back) - Backstreet Boys, and I swear to God it isn't because of Girl Most Likely! It's just my love for 90s music and that song and the boys being boys. It also features Waiting for A Girl Like You- Foreigner sung in the appropriate context (with a tiny part of a change in pronoun). Other songs are sung, but they're only mentioned (with some lyrics, but the artist and song title are mentioned)
A/N: Apologies for that long disclaimer. Lol. I also apologize for how late this it. I've been really busy with work. I can't promise weekly updates, so…yeah.
Thanks for the reviews, faves, and alerts! This is longer than usual, like really long (not that any of you ever complain about that. Lol)…the boys got really chatty and everyone wanted to sing, basically. And then the last scene happened, so yeah…
Warning: Jamie and Puck cuss like sailors. If this still surprises you, we have a problem. Also, some sexy times. ;)
I'm sorry for any mistakes. I've been working on this for so long that I just said fuck it and posted it.
Chapter 7: Constant Craving, Has Always Been
Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls to what's true
Or maybe it is life itself
That feeds wisdom to its youth
Burt Hummel worries about his son, a lot.
Not the way normal parents of teenagers worry about their kids though. He rarely thinks about those things because his son isn't dating anyone, he never hangs out with a bad crowd, he never smells like marijuana smoke or any kind of smoke or alcohol when he comes home, thank God.
He mostly worries about his son getting bullied or called names; stuff Kurt has come home crying to him about. He spends every night Kurt goes out thinking something will happen. Some homophobic jerk will bash him in the head and leave him to die, and Burt won't be there to protect him.
He knows he can't protect him forever, but he sure as hell is going to try as long as Kurt is under his roof.
So, you can imagine how Burt Hummel's worries spread to include the stuff he never worried about before when he walks into his son's room the morning following the Anderson House party he's heard far too much about.
He's surprised at first- Kurt's not up and dressed and it's nearly 11. Burt worked at the shop and came back for a break, hoping to have lunch with Kurt, only to come across his son knocked out on his bed.
Passed out more like it.
Burt's not an idiot. He knows what these teens do, but he thought Kurt had enough common sense. He's going to have to talk to him because maybe he's being too lenient on curfew and letting Kurt go out.
But then again, his son's never been this happy, surrounded people that like him for him, that want to be around him and not toss him around or walk all over him.
Burt moves to brush Kurt's bangs of his forehead when he sees it. Sees the newest source of his problems. Something he prayed he wouldn't have to ever deal with, but knew would eventually happen, just…he didn't think this soon. Not when Kurt is still a kid who blushes and puts his fingers in his ear and sings as loud as possible when his dad talks to him about sex.
There's a hickey on Kurt's neck, in one of the dips, red and bruised and kind of hideous to be honest, but Burt knows all about hickeys, knows how people get them and knows why people give them.
He just wants to know what kid is stupid enough to be all over his son like that. What kid is testing him right now?
Better yet, what kid is Kurt into, what guy is Kurt kissing, or doing more with?
He speaks before he can stop himself, shaking his son's shoulder. "Kurt, wake up."
Kurt's lost in a very pleasant dream involving mornings in New York, a balcony, making out, and Blaine, when his dad's voice startles him awake.
He buries his head in his covers, stretches and rolls over, facing his dad, unwillingly. "I'm awake," he yawns.
"Do you know what time it is?" Burt doesn't sound angry; he sounds shocked Kurt's not awake yet.
Kurt's routine wakes him up at 5am for work if he's working in the morning or going to the gym, 6am if he's going to school, and 7am any other day. He doesn't sleep in unless he's wiped out.
(Or hung over.)
"I have no idea. Whatever it is, it's way too early for me to be up." It's not like he paid any attention to his clock. All he knows is he didn't get home till past 3am last night because that's when he left the party.
"It's 11, Kurt."
Oh. Well then. "Um…" Think of a reason, anything…screw it, give him the truth. "You know I was out late last night."
"Look, I'm not going to preach to you about drinking and driving…" And here we go… "But…"
Kurt tries to hide his aggravation. "Finn drove us home, dad, safely, and in one piece." He just wants to sleep. His head hurts and that light from his balcony window is hella bright.
Burt throws his hands up. "I know I can't control you, but I just want you to be careful."
"I swear dad I'm not doing anything reckless," Kurt says, rubbing his hands through his hair. "I just…had a little extra fun. Nothing too concerning."
"You're a kid, Kurt," Burt says, looking at him. "I recognize teens feel the need to go and experiment with parties and alcohol. I've been there, I've done that and I know it's not uncommon. Just…drink responsibly and don't endanger yourself or anyone."
Kurt frowns. "I won't. I'll crash somewhere if I drove…" Burt opens his mouth to say something and Kurt raises his hand. "And I'll call you." He smiles slightly.
Burt lets out a deep breath, relieved. "Okay, just want to be sure." Kurt almost rolls back over, thinking the conversation is done, but his dad sits on the side of his bed.
Kurt tenses, feels dread coiling in his stomach and sits up in the pillows. He watches Burt take his cap off his head and fiddle with it. "There's another thing that we really need to sit down and talk more about…"
Oh God, please no. Kurt knows that tone.
Burt continues on, determined. "Now I know that you're young and a teenager and these urges will happen…"
Of course. Fuck. Kurt hoped just for a second that this conversation wasn't headed this way. "Dad, dad no, please no…" He covers his face with embarrassment, cheeks reddening.
He doesn't stop. "And you're going to want to do things and I understand why, because doing things is fun. I was a teenager once, I know…"
"Dear God, no," Kurt sticks his fingers in his ears.
"Kurt, listen to me," Burt pulls his fingers out of his ears. "I want you to be safe. Maybe you could, you know, re-read those pamphlets I gave you last year."
"Dad," he whines, like a child. "What in the world brought this along?"
"And I know there was drinking involved. I'm not an idiot, as I said before. I allow you to make those decisions on your own free will, but sex…" Burt looks like he really doesn't want to be talking about this either, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
"Dad, we've had this talk. I know. I understand everything."
"Kurt, you weren't exactly engaging in sexual activities when we first had this talk. Then you came here and there are whole lot of people who were fine with you being gay, which is amazing, don't get me wrong. But there are also guys that like guys here and aren't ashamed of it, and they shouldn't be, because you shouldn't have to hide who you are. But, they saw you and I'm sure they wanted you and that's great, but I don't want to spend my nights worrying about some guy taking advantage of you."
Kurt appreciates his dads concern and love for him, he does, but where is this coming from? "Dad, why exactly are we having this discussion?" Surely Burt can't see right through him, could he?
"There's a hickey the size of Texas on your neck."
Oh my God. "Shit," Kurt's hands fly to his neck, blushing red. He averts his eyes. This is so embarrassing; he can't even look at his father. "It was completely consensual, I assure you," he blurts out, picking up his hand mirror by the bed and inspecting closer, blushing harder. "It is not that big," he says, flustered, tossing the mirror away, falling back into his bed, resisting the urge to hide again.
"I'm just…trying not to think about that, but I'm going to power through this." He takes a deep breath. "Sex should be with someone you love, when you're ready. It's a huge step and it's…pretty awesome, I know…"
"Please stop." Kurt covers his ears.
"Remember I was young too? I still…"
"Dad! Lalalalalala!" He sings. "I get all that and I appreciate what you're saying and I love that you care dad, but I'm capable of learning this on my own," he says in one breath.
"I know, I get that. I respect that. Just…don't throw yourself around like you don't matter Kurt, because you do."
"Dad," he sighs. "I'm not throwing myself around."
"Just…keep that in mind okay."
"Okay." Kurt squeaks out, in a rush. "Thank you."
"I'll uh…yeah, I'll leave."
Kurt's covers are up to his nose. He nods his head. "That'll be good, dad. Uh…thanks."
Blaine wakes up to Santana straddling his chest and poking her fingers at his face.
She's like the annoying sister he's never had, because Dawn sure as hell doesn't mess with him like this.
It's a really slow process to conscious. He covers his face as she leans down and says, "Wake up, Blaine dear." He twists his head back because that is way too loud.
"What the hell, Santana?" He sounds exhausted, voice raspy, and shoves her off of him as he rolls over, burying his head in the mountain of pillows he apparently made last night.
"You aren't hung over, but you overslept. I should've dragged you out like I normally do for a run, but I'm feeling nice today because I have a date so I didn't. I deserve a million thanks for that." She arches an eyebrow and stares at him. "A million bucks would be nice too."
"Like you need any more money," Blaine says, and his voice is muffled by the pillows surrounding him. He keeps his eyes closed.
She moves and holds something under his nose and it's her strawberry, vanilla, whatever the fuck else concoction she makes for hangovers that you'd think would taste and smell disgusting, but is actually far from it. It smells and tastes like heaven.
"Get up. Jeff, David, and Dawn are bringing lots of delicious greasy food back here for me, you, Puck, and Sam and themselves, obviously."
Blaine sits up, takes the drink as she playfully ruffles his hair. He slaps her hand away and glares. She snickers. "Where did Nick go? I'm surprised he didn't go with Jeff. They're like Siamese twins or some shit."
"He went home to have sex with his girlfriend last night, what do you think," Santana says and it's so are you that dumb?
"Well, why not Jeff and David, why did they stay?" He says, annoyed.
She stares at him a minute, blinks once twice. "Blaine, I love you, but if anyone got shit drunk it'd be them. They passed out by your bar in here.
He rolls his eyes, takes another refreshing sip of his drink. "My sister?"
"That girl can hold her alcohol," Santana says, tilting her head back, eyes to the ceiling, nodding in that direction, "She was upstairs, fast asleep in her bedroom." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "…And it's weird that she has a bedroom, because she's never actually lived here…"
Blaine glares at her over the rim of his glass. "There are so many rooms in this house, what the fuck else are we gonna do with them? It'd be like…an abandoned house if we didn't."
"I love how grumpy you are when you're sleepy," Santana says, bitterly.
Blaine ignores her. "Where's Sam?" Blaine looks around his room, sees some sheets over in his "living room" and pillows stacked in certain places, like they had a slumber party.
Suddenly, there's a loud groan from beside his bed. "Down here."
Blaine leans over the ledge and sees Sam on his stomach, stripped from the waist up. "I tried, tried so hard to share your massively huge bed with you because you have way too much room on it, but you are so territorial, bro. You pushed me out of it," he sits up and falls back down with a groan. "I swear I didn't drink that much. I don't really drink."
Santana lies on her stomach, smirks. "Well you did, last night after 'Cedes left. You felt like celebrating." A hint of a smile puffs his cheeks out and Santana smacks his back, affectionately of course, chuckling.
"What did I miss?"
"I should be asking you that," Puck says, walking out of Blaine's bathroom with a towel around his waist, steam pouring out of the bathroom.
"Dude," Blaine says, still sleepy, pointing to his bathroom. "No one told you that you could use my shower. God, please toss those towels in the laundry bin," he says, groaning, covering his face. "Or burn them, please."
"Fucking nice towels, man," he says, petting them over his thighs. "Really thick. I'm gonna get me some of these. "
"Take them. They're yours."
"Awesome. You like?" Puck turns around and holds his arms out.
Blaine gives him his best what the fuck look. Puck drops his hands, whining, "I thought you were going to check me out."
"What the…fuck?" Blaine says, confused. "I'm not attracted to you in the slightest, Puck, like, in the slightest." He snorts.
Puck walks away, peeks around the bathroom door, change of clothes in his hand. "You sure?"
Blaine stares at him. Santana stifles a laugh. Sam is likely passed out again.
Blaine is now talking to Puck on the other side of the partially closed door, still cross legged on his bed. "Puck. What the actual…I…what? Whatever."
He reappears. "Just checking." He winks. "So, I'm not an exception like he is."
Blaine's eyes widen.
Santana raises an eyebrow. "I have no idea what's going on, but I'm intrigued…"
Puck approaches the bed, bends to meet Santana's eyes. "Guess what I walked in on last night…"
"Shit, fuck," Blaine says, because oh oh now he remembers everything. He pushes Puck to the kitchen in his room and Puck smirks. "I have no idea what he's talking about Santana. A lot of crazy shit happened last night; maybe he saw something he can't forget." Blaine gives Puck his fakest smile and mutters, "Shut the fuck up."
"I can't forget that alright," he says over Blaine's shoulder at Santana. She stands, amused and curious, arms crossed, patent bitchy smirk in place.
"Can you guys just go, please?"
"No can do, sir. A feast must commence," Sam says from somewhere behind them, finally awake and moving around.
"Well, after that," Blaine points to them and Jeff and David as they return, walking down the stairs. "All of you can go home and leave me be."
"So dramatic," David teases.
"Party pooper," Jeff says, sticking his tongue out as they crowd around the kitchen's bar and eat.
Kurt happily has the day off. He knows his cousin is going in to work and Hope is, but those are two girls who didn't drink too much…who never drink too much. Faith texted him to say Callie called out, which Kurt isn't surprised, because that girl can drink and she definitely went over her limit last night.
So, he got up for lunch, ate the greasiest food he could find, with a judging look from Finn, who watched him, half eaten sandwich in his mouth. He stared right back and Finn looked away, because yeah Kurt's going to win that stare off. He doesn't think his step-brother has seen him eat greasy food ever, except for Labor Day, Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and even then Kurt is picky.
In fact, he thinks Finn, who is gaping at him now, didn't think Kurt could carry that much food. But, he's hung-over and all he wants is soda, greasy fries and possibly hot wings. "Finn, I know I like to eat healthy with the occasional slice of cheesecake, but I'm also a young man and I burn off calories like crazy. I can eat just a much as you can." He can work it off later.
Finn throws his hands up, fry hanging from the side of his mouth. "Wasn't going to say anything. Dude…" he dips a bunch of fries in ketchup and Kurt decided to sit beside him and dip with him. "Burt told me about the hickey."
Kurt pauses with a fry to his mouth. "Oh God."
"Who gave that to you?" Finn chuckles. "Did Burt give you the sex talk again?"
Kurt blushes red, stutters out, "Oh My God, I-I need cheese fries," grabs some cheese and pours it over fries. He balances it in his hand and sticks his hand in the fridge to grab something else, "And cheesecake," before disappearing to his room, soda bottle in his mouth.
"Oh my God, he did," Finn cackles behind him.
Kurt silently curses him, blushing.
Blaine's not exactly sure why he's doing this. He just needs Jamie to know, without Jamie actually knowing.
Jamie lives in the pool house outside of his parent's home, quite a ways away from the house itself.
This is why Jamie gets away with so much and brings so many people home, because he basically lives on his own.
His father is a terrible human being and his mom does care, she's just a tiny bit oblivious to everything that goes on with Jamie and what goes down between him and his father.
Blaine knocks on the door, prays Jamie is up. He's usually one of the few that doesn't sleep in that late and usually wakes up right after Blaine and Santana do for his workout routine. They usually run into him leaving his house as they come back from their run.
There's no response. "Jameson," Blaine says. "I know you're in there, asshole, now open the door and talk to me." Still no answer. He rolls his eyes. "I know where you keep your spare key," he baits.
Finally, he hears the door unlocking. Jamie opens it, stands there shirtless, in nothing but his tiny exercise shorts and covered in sweat, towel slung casually over his shoulder.
"Dude, put a shirt on."
"Why, you want?" Jamie says, smirking.
"Oh my God, fucking pervert," Blaine says, pushing past him and into his room.
Jamie pauses in the door, shuts it slowly. "You're shirtless too, dick."
This is their relationship. Yep.
Blaine looks him over and points, titling his head. "Were you just…?" He says, cautiously.
"Fuck no," Jamie says, punching his stomach, lightly of course. Blaine clutches his abdomen and jabs right back. "Now you're the pervert. I mean, I did sleep with one of those college boys in town…" Blaine resists the urge to roll his eyes. "But, he definitely went home, like, five minutes after and that was, like, three in the morning." Blaine stares at him, again. Jamie crosses his arms. "I'm actually exercising, asshole. Hard to believe, I know. But, like, have you seen my abs?" Jamie gestures to them, taps them with his fingers.
Blaine shakes his head, repeatedly. "Why are we friends again?"
"Because, you love me," Jamie pats his back, moves to his kitchen to get some water.
"That's debatable," Blaine says, but grins.
Jamie's next words are so casual, Blaine has to stop and remember he's talking to Jameson "Jamie" Holden and this is simply how he is.
"So, who did you fuck?"
Now he rolls his eyes. "I-I didn't fuck anybody, Jesus Christ."
"Well damn, that's boring as shit, man," Jamie says, pitying him.
Blaine tries not to laugh. "It wasn't boring." He smiles widely. Yeah, definitely not boring. Very exciting actually…
"Hmmm," Jamie says, offers Blaine a glass of ice water that he takes. "Interesting." There's a silence for a moment and Jamie speaks up again, and he sounds unsure, shy. "How do you do it, man?"
Blaine's eye dart to Jamie's. "Do what?"
"How do you…" Jamie looks flustered and Blaine's not sure if he should laugh or be sympathetic. Jamie's not even looking at him. "How do to get someone to date you?"
"Um…" Blaine thinks about it, not sure why Jamie's asking this. "I just…be myself?" He tries.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jamie waves his hand. "Charming and funny and handsome and fucking perfect…"
"Whoa, whoa, hold up… I am the farthest thing from perfect. You know that. My dad…his everything. My past…stuff I try to let go of, to forget. And I know you've got plenty of issues…but that has nothing to do with anything. And sometimes it's really hard to hide how hurt I am by what he says, or by what people say…"
"Sometimes it's obvious, though," Jamie says and it's not mean, just…telling it like it is. "You gave up the lead position because your dad's a fucking prick. Even I didn't do that."
"Can we change the subject?" Blaine says, quickly and Jamie throws a white napkin at his bar up into the air, weakly, in surrender. "Dating…it's…when you make a connection with somebody that's hard to deny," Kurt. "I may be charming and all that, because my mom raised me like that, but I date people because I'm into them and they're into me." Kurt…soon. "And you can't push someone into that. It just happens. And sometimes it happens out of nowhere," Kurt, "And ignoring it…it gets to a point where you just can't anymore." Kurt.
Jamie's quiet for a moment, stares at Blaine like he's sprouted an extra head. "Dude, what the fuck? I just want to know your secret. How you romance someone and ask them out," this seems to be headed in a good direction, "And eventually fuck them." And…moment ruined.
"Jamie, I've never really romanced anyone…" It's a work in progress. "I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Shit man…I don't even…"
"Does this have anything to do with Kurt?" Blaine really hopes this conversation takes a better turn. Because he's slowly been getting this rise of possessiveness and it keeps growing, because who the fuck else would Jamie be talking about?
"Yeah, who the fuck else did you think I was talking about? You?" Jamie says, like Blaine should've known.
Well, shit.
This isn't good.
Keep it in check. "I don't think Kurt's interested, Jamie. In fact, I know he's not, he told me." That and more…
"Oh yeah that's right, you spend so much time with him, dude, like who does that?" A pause. "Are you sure?"
Yes asshole, so stop the nonsense and back off. He bites his tongue. "Yes, positive."
"Who? Like, who else in this town swooped in on him…" Jamie says, puzzled and aggravated. "I swear to God if it's one of those macho college boys visiting that came to town like a few fucking days ago just for your party, I say hell no."
"No, it's not…" How does Blaine say this without actually saying it? "He's pretty into the guy, Jamie and I think the guy would…no, I know he'd like you to back off. Kurt would too."
Jamie slouches in his stool. "Shit. Should've legit asked him out sooner. Damn. You have someone like him come here, there's no way someone wasn't lurking to jump his bones and take him out and be his fucking boyfriend."
This is…going over very well, again, surprisingly…
Blaine still doesn't like it.
"Maybe it just, you know, happened." Take the hint, Jamie.
Jamie gives him a quizzical look then shrugs, standing up. "I'll talk to him when I get a chance, because I want to know who the fuck caught those gorgeous blue whatever the fuck color they are eyes, since you won't tell me…dick."
"You almost went a whole three minutes not cussing me out once," Blaine smirks smugly, because Jamie took a hint, even if he's still a bit clueless.
"Fucking asshole, piece of shit, I love you, now leave."
It takes Jamie all of five seconds of a straight face before he smiles, chuckling.
Kurt passes out again, still recovering, all after a quick run to clear his mind and a nice shower, and then back to bed. He hasn't heard from Blaine, but he's sure Blaine is cleaning his house and nursing his own hangover now.
He better talk to him before the day ends.
Kurt opens his window, listens to the sounds of the forest and the beach a little ways away. He's on the edge of consciousness again, until a sharp noise from his balcony startles him. He hears a knocking and a loud, "Fuck," as someone slides open his balcony door and tiptoes in.
Kurt bursts out laughing, keeps his eyes closed, because he knows who that is. "Ever heard of a door?"
"I rang and rang and rang and no one answered," Blaine laughs and crawls beside him on the bed (which makes Kurt blush because he's under the covers and there's a boy in his bed again). "You sleep like the dead." His hand goes to Kurt's hair and Kurt sighs, curling his entire body towards his hand. "That feels really nice," he says, trying not to moan as fingers slide through his hair.
"You have so much hair…"
"I know," Kurt laughs, feels the body settle next to him over the covers and turns around and finally faces Blaine, grinning up at him, to see Blaine grinning back, eyes twinkling. "This is very gentlemanly of you. Not sliding under the covers…I'd expect immediate sliding under the covers if we are dating," he says and it's all very serious, but he's grinning.
Blaine looks sleepy. His hair is a mess and he's wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, stroking Kurt's hair and looking at him. "I wanted to come bearing roses and wearing my best suit, but I basically didn't leave my bed today and when I did leave it, I was swept away and helping clean. I'm pretty sure I found underwear in the couch downstairs…"
Kurt makes a face and laughs, loudly. "That's gross." He scrubs his hands over his face, shifting to lie on his back. "I must look like shit."
"No, you look…refreshed," Blaine says, cautiously and his grin is teasing. "But you look beat, like you spent the night partying."
Kurt's mouth drops open in mock offense. "I would do no such thing."
Blaine's eyes drift away and glaze over and he's staring at Kurt's neck. He reaches and strokes his finger over it, gaze intense. "Whatever guy gave you that hickey, that's a lucky guy." His eyes dilate.
Kurt attempts to sound threatening, but his voice just comes out as sleep ridden, "I am going to murder you for that, by the way." He blushes red and holds Blaine's gaze. "My dad gave me a sex talk today…".
Blaine's lip tremble and he bursts out laughing, earning a smack from Kurt. "That's fucking fantastic…"
"I hate you so much," Kurt says, sinking further into the bed.
There's a brief silence where Kurt strokes his fingers over the top of Blaine's hand, watching them as they trace patterns. "Do you regret it, now that you're sober?"
Blaine meets his eyes. "Why would I regret it? I kissed you sober, remember? We had this discussion."
Kurt shrugs, doubting things suddenly.
Blaine pulls him to a sitting position and Kurt finally moves above the covers, crossing his legs as Blaine takes his hand and looks him dead in the eye. "I was hoping we'd wind up together at the party, because I couldn't imagine someone better to end up with in the dark."
Kurt smiles, but he's nervous. "Kinky."
Blaine laughs quietly. "And, I know I want you, but this is all…" He narrows his eyes, looks distressed. "Difficult to come to terms with. I'm confident, I'm flirty…"
"That I can tell…"
"But, that confidence covers up how scared I am. Of this, of everything. And I shouldn't be, because my friends are supportive, so far, my sister is, my mother and step-father will be. But, I still have, like this chip in my head that forces me to sit around and think about how this isn't who I am, that this is wrong."
Kurt moves to pull his hand away, but Blaine squeezes it tighter. "Listen, just listen, please?"
Kurt relaxes, twines his fingers with Blaine and nods his head, blue eyes locked on his.
"My biological father forced all of those…terrible things into my head when I was younger…and there's so much I can tell you about that, but those are things I don't really share with just anyone. And, of course, you're not just anyone, you're different and everything I never knew I wanted and it's like…two wars going on inside my head. But, the newest war won over…"
"Which war was that?"
"The one that's been said to me repeatedly, in my mind, by Sam and Santana and Dawn…that this is…me. I like you, and you're a guy and I love that you're a guy and…obviously, so far, the physical aspect hasn't bothered me in the slightest, if me popping boners in any indication."
Kurt blushes. His hand flies to his forehead as he chuckles nervously. "Yeah…yeah that'll do it."
"And I think you're special and interesting and you're super talented…"
"I'll sing for you eventually. My voice is like my teeth…precious gems you get lucky to see…"
Blaine laughs, goofy grin. "I've seen your teeth plenty. And your dimples."
Kurt looks down, toys with Blaine's fingers. "It's because you make me so happy. And trying to contain a smile that isn't enormous around you is extremely difficult."
"Oh wow." Blaine's eyes widen and he stares at Kurt adoringly. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
Kurt arches a brow, smirking. "What do they say to you Blaine?"
"You don't want to know…" He jokes. "Dirty, dirty things," he whispers, like it's a naughty secret.
"So, I've heard." Kurt grins. "I'll say those things to you too, you know," he whispers. "I already have."
Blaine swallows. "As I was saying…"
"Sorry, am I distracting you…" Kurt leans back, pats the bed next to him. He sits up again as Blaine's mouth opens and he'd probably be drooling soon enough.
"I," he clears his throat. "As I was saying, I'm physically attracted to you, and that's weird for me because I've never been attracted to men…but when I thought about it, I guess I have been, but not anyone that wasn't a celebrity. And then you came along and everything about you- your personality, your smile, your bitchy side, your…innocence, your sexiness it's…the whole package is…fuck, I want it all." He crosses his hands in front of him and leans his chin on them, watching Kurt.
"Oh."
"And if I sit around and let the other side of my brain win over, if my dad just sits there on my shoulder and my popularity stalks me and I think too much about it, I'll keep waiting for it to go away, and I can't do that. I can't wait for my head to completely straighten itself out," he continues, voice rising, emotions coursing through his veins. "Because if I do, I might never get the chance to be with you and that's completely unimaginable. And you'll be gone soon."
Kurt deflates. "I'm here right now though, aren't I?"
Blaine smiles slowly. "That's what I'm saying. I have to act now, or I'll never get a chance. And even if it is just a few months…"
"Oh God, don't say that, I feel like crying," Kurt pleads and he feels the weight in his chest rise to his throat because he can't stomach that thought right now.
"We don't even know if we'd last forever Kurt…or through the summer."
"I think we would," Kurt says and he sounds so confident and sure that Blaine visibly relaxes. "But you're right. Forever…"
"…Is forever. And if I think about you leaving in August, going home, and going to NYC the next year, I just, get depressed. And I feel so happy around you and I want to hang onto that feeling, and make something out of it."
"Me too." Kurt wipes his eyes. He breathes deeply- a shaky breath. "Do you believe in fate, destiny, all that?"
"Yeah," Blaine says and he knows it's his romantic ideals and everything, but he really, truly does. "That coffee shop and you…that was fate."
"Wow," Kurt says, hands trembling. Blaine reaches for them and steadies him. "We're not even dating and I'm falling hard."
"If you're falling hard, I-I…" he gulps, then says confidently, "I must be falling harder."
Kurt's quiet for a moment. This is a lot to process, but it feels right and easy and he knows that's the young love, first love, teenager in him talking, but this feels bigger than anything he's ever come up against. "What if…what if you don't like the physical side when, if we get that far to, you know, clothes and nakedness and…" Kurt's gesturing to all of Blaine and himself.
"I'm pretty sure I'll like it."
"It's a little different from a vagina and set of voluptuous boobs," Kurt gestures to his chest and Blaine can't help but laugh.
"A thing I am willing to explore."
"Yeah…I…me too."
"I know. You stuck your hand down my pants last night," Blaine says, matter-of-factly.
"Oh God, I did…shit, I did." He peeks at Blaine through his fingers. "Too much."
"Um," Blaine clears his throat. "No…if we hadn't been interrupted…"
"If we hadn't been interrupted…yeah." Kurt trails off.
"But the first time we come together…" Kurt blushes because Blaine is saying that. Blaine chuckles, and strokes Kurt's cheek, feeling the heat of his bluish beneath his fingertips. "…Shouldn't be under the influence."
"But we can, under the influence, again, after it's already happened, right?" Kurt remembers how confident he felt and how it was messy and sloppy and wonderful and if they're together, no one's going to say a thing if they get drunk and make out. Not that Kurt's big on the drinking thing, but it could be fun, to be that uninhibited again, just once more.
"I think we could."
Kurt stares at him. "I never even thought I'd be in this situation, not now, not until later. But you want me- body, heart, mind, all of it, right?"
"Y-yeah," Blaine stutters out.
"Shit."
"Yeah," Blaine sighs, grinning.
"I…so…" Kurt meets his eyes. "Are we dating?"
"I'm going to take you to the fanciest restaurants and on most romantic dates, and we're also going to go on the most fun, childish dates you can think of, and sexy dates and candlelit dates and…"
"Excuse you," Kurt says, grinning widely, mock offended. "I'll do the same."
"Undoubtedly," Blaine agrees with a smirk.
"The money part is nice though…" Kurt teases
"I'm already planning an official first date in my head," Blaine's eyes glaze over.
"We could…have a date here, right now," Kurt says, hesitantly. "I could make dinner. My dad and Carole are checking out one of the restaurants in a nearby town and Finn's going to Puck's. My cousin is working all day, so she won't drop in unannounced."
"Kurt Hummel, are you implying you cook me dinner, we hold hands and watch a movie and…"
"Making out. I could do that too."
"Now that's way too fast."
"Such bullshit," Kurt nudges him with his foot. "I've gotten the hang of making out…" He says and he's so smug about it. Then Blaine's expression falls, his lips curl and he's frowning. "What is that face?" The tension is rolling off of him. Kurt resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Oh God, is this about Jamie?"
Blaine snaps back, surprised, but then he frowns, acting like it's no big deal. "I heard he kissed you."
Kurt grabs Blaine's hand. "Blaine, I don't want to be with Jamie…although he is hot," Kurt trails off, licking his lips. Blaine narrows his eyes. Kurt laughs. "I'm kidding. Well, I'm not, not really. I definitely don't want to date him though. I'll tell him I'm taken next time he hits on me."
"Please do," Blaine says, far too quickly
Kurt's mouth slowly curls into a smile. "Oh my God, you are so jealous, you were so jealous…" Blaine shakes his head and crosses his arms. Kurt knows nothing is going to hide the truth. "Oh my God, you, Blaine Anderson, were jealous."
He tries to deny it. "Was not."
"Were too," Kurt shoots back, grinning widely. "Have you ever actually been jealous of someone before?"
"No, not like this." Kurt smirks with triumph. "Aw fuck, seriously?" Blaine grabs his hair at the roots, knowing he's just admitted it. "Fine, I was." Kurt tips his head proudly. Blaine rolls his eyes, and smiles slightly. "Only because I didn't think you'd actually believe me if I told you I wanted to date you and woo the shit out of you and kiss you."
"Blaine, you crawled through my window from my balcony," Kurt explains. "My silly romantic side loves that and loves you spilling this all to me. You know how I feel, but to hear it from you…I have to say I like it, as silly as it all is."
"It's not silly," Blaine responds affectionately.
Kurt's silent again, dancing giddily in his head. "You should kiss me." Blaine leans in, smiling, going for it. Kurt puts his hand up, smirking. "Go downstairs and give me half an hour to pick out my clothes and freshen up."
Blaine pouts, hoping that somehow makes his lips look more enticing. Kurt definitely notices ad lets in an intake of breath, before firmly straightening himself out again. "I'll find a bouquet by then," Blaine says, noticing Kurt's not giving in yet. "Your neighbor has a nice garden of yellow, purple, red and white roses…"
"Blaine, do not steal Mrs. Harris's roses," Kurt warns, but it's not very convincing.
"Just one…" Blaine pleads, pouting again, trying not to smile like an idiot.
"Blaaaine. You can send my roses another time," Kurt says from his bathroom doorway. "I'm the one making dinner and asking you out on this date."
"Fine. You just watch out though," Blaine's grin splits his face, brightening the room. "You might wind up with a bouquet at work and everyone will be jealous because Kurt Hummel got roses and they didn't."
Kurt crosses his arms, wide, tight-lipped smile, aching to get bigger. "Do we tell anyone?"
"Not yet," Blaine says, hesitantly, watching Kurt's face carefully. It changes temporally- a twitch in his jaw, but it's not angry. "I mean, a few know already, but they don't know we're together."
"Blaine, I'm not going to be able to keep that inside," Kurt sighs.
"You can tell some people, obviously. I'd never try and stop you." Blaine's really trying to hide how nervous this all makes him, even if it makes him happy at the same time.
Kurt picks up on it. "I will, eventually. But I know that this is a lot for you to come to terms with and we need to take it one step at a time. Besides…" He grins wickedly. "I kind of like keeping this on the down low. It's…hot."
"You're hot."
Kurt fake swoons, gasping dramatically, "Oh, you're wooing is already working wonders, Mr. Anderson."
Kurt comes downstairs in a glorious outfit- powder blue short sleeved button down and white pants.
After Blaine recovers from being reminded of the skin Kurt showed off last night, he finally speaks. "Well, now I feel underdressed."
"You can dress for me when you arrange the date next time," Kurt says, kissing his cheek. "I'll let this slide."
Blaine blushes, smiling. "You look amazing."
"Why thank you," He disappears into the kitchen to return seconds later, head peeking around the corner. Blaine follows him. "Just so you know, you're hotter."
"Huh?" Blaine says and he's playing gullible because he secretly wants Kurt to spell it out for him.
"You're hotter than Jamie. I'm more attracted to you than him, if you were worried." Kurt actually seems concerned.
Blaine tries not to laugh. "I really wasn't, just wanted to hear you say it." Blaine says, smirking and grabbing Kurt's hand as he drags him into the kitchen.
Kurt sends him a glare over his shoulder, but he turns around and smiles.
Blaine happily watches Kurt in the kitchen as he makes some sort of fancy chicken and fruit salad, dicing vegetables for a mixed veggie something as he goes. They casually talk about shared interests, including Broadway and music and Blaine feels free because he doesn't talk about this stuff as passionately as he does with Kurt. There are even casual instances of fingers brushing and Kurt continues to duck away from a kiss.
Blaine almost gets him when he's dicing vegetables, but Kurt turns his head, grinning, blushing when Blaine settles for a kiss on the cheek. "Now, Blaine, I at least expect a nice date before we kiss," he warns jokingly.
Blaine whirls him around and pulls him against him, mutters against his lips. "Whatever you say," and his eyes are dark and his grin is mischievous and he pulls away just as Kurt leans in, eyes fluttering shut, lips pursing. He opens his eyes wide and Blaine's a foot away. "You suck."
"I'm trying to make this romantic. You're the one who said that." He points salad tongs at Kurt.
"I may have to allow kisses too…at least before the end of the night. It's romantic and all that too, I guess…"
Blaine helps Kurt set the table because Kurt's so nervous he almost drops the plates. Blaine's dated, sort of, and Kurt hasn't, at all, so Blaine is still…more experienced in regards to everything.
Over dinner, Kurt prattles on about his friends back in Lima and his friendships here and he talks about song choices for karaoke night and guesses how certain people sound when they sing.
Blaine simply watches him, eating occasionally, chin on his hand, eyes filled with adoration.
Kurt notices this and stops. "I'm sorry, I…I'm so nervous right now."
"It's fine," Blaine reaches out his hand across the table, palm up. "I love listening to you talk and I love talking to you."
Kurt swallows and smiles slightly. He stares at Blaine, mimicking his position, resting his chin on his hand. "I feel like I'm in a fairytale."
"And your prince is wearing beggar's clothes," Blaine blurts out, blushing with embarrassment when he realizes what he's said.
Kurt shakes his head, eyes wide with wonder. "You are such a dork; it's cute. You're like this big hot shot and you're a hell of a good kisser, and I-I'm sure you're good at other things too," Kurt stammers at the last bit, cheeks flaming, but recovers quickly. "And then you say these romantic, silly, adorable things and…"
"It's all me."
Afterwards, they sit on the couch and Kurt pops in Beauty and the Beast, and hands Blaine blueberry pie. He moans like porn when he eats it and Kurt nudges him with his sock clad foot, eating his own pie.
Blaine gestures for him to move closer. "Why don't you come over here?"
Kurt pauses on a spoonful of pie, awkwardly curled on the other side of the couch, tense and he lets out a breath and shifts to Blaine, curling into his side and relaxing against him.
"See, much better." Blaine says and leans back, setting Kurt's pie aside and turning to him.
Kurt looks at him and he's so close Kurt's almost cross eyed. "That was a smooth move. Has that worked before?" Kurt grins, teasing.
"Every single time."
His hand cradles Kurt's and his fingers dance along the sides and Kurt can't even focus on the movie in the darkness of the room. (It's a nice glow. The sun is setting and he feels like he's actually in a movie, instead of simply watching one).
There is something so sensual about fingertips and hands like this. Blaine's fingers are barely brushing against his, but he's tucked his head into Blaine's neck, legs curled under him, and Blaine's arm on the back of the couch, and he feels everything
"This…this is really nice." Kurt says, leaning against the couch, next to Blaine's head. Blaine faces him, both of them watching their fingers as Blaine lifts their hands in front of them, teasing at the edges, twining their fingers together, stoking along the lines of each finger. Darker skin against his, thicker fingers against his longer ones, a missing puzzle piece.
"Does it feel right to you?" Kurt asks.
Their hands rest between them again and Blaine removes his free arm, tickles his fingers along Kurt's chin and tilts it up, placing a very light, very sweet, chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. Kurt licks his lips after and settles against Blaine's chest, legs spread in front of him.
Blaine ducks his head and mutters against Kurt's hair, "It feels perfect."
As predicted, Faith comes barging into Kurt and Finn's side of the duplex only minutes after Blaine leaves.
(He almost didn't leave in time because they were making out on the couch and it was really slow and sensuous and it never picked up and they kept their lower halves away from each other and basically, Kurt is going crazy right now. He's wound up and horny. It's terrible).
He tries to make it as casual as possible as she shuffles around in the kitchen after greeting him, finding the leftovers from his dinner with Blaine.
"So, what song did you audition with for the glee club and UCLA?" He says, a little too loudly. He has been thinking about it though.
She looks up at him quickly as she pours a glass of milk and then returns to what she's doing. "Um…for the glee club, it was…and don't laugh because it obviously got me into the club…" She takes a deep breath. "'Every time' by Britney Spears…"
"Oh my God, Faith, I love that song!"
"Yeah yeah yeah…" She waves her hand at him, blushing. "And for UCLA's performing program it was…'Out Tonight' from Rent."
Kurt can clearly picture that in his head. "You must have owned that…"
"Of course," she says, matter-of-factly. "I made the routine my own. It impressed the judges for sure. Not to mention, I kicked ass and I looked hot as hell." She plops down on the chair next to him, pulling her legs under her. "But I also sang it with passion too and the one thing they always look for is someone who has stage presence but can…make the listener feel the song. Just keep that in mind when you brainstorm songs for your auditions. And, as much as I know you and Rachel will brainstorm together, you have to sing what you feel is right. Don't be like everyone else. You can sing the same song everyone sings, but if it's yours in every way, then…yeah, it'll work."
"I…literally have no idea what song to use."
"I can help you, but if you really want tips on performing, talk to Dawn Anderson. That girl is queen of everything she does. Then again, she's Broadway trained…"
"I love how you guys all refer to her as Dawn Anderson. It's rarely ever Dawn."
Faith begins to say something but stops and stares at Kurt for a long time. "Is that…Kurt, is that a hickey?"
"I…"
She sits up in her seat, back straight and ready to pounce. "How come I didn't notice that…is that from the party?"
Kurt's eyes dart between her and the mindless reality show playing quietly on the television."It…it might be."
"Jesus fucking Christ," she curses…hisses, basically. Kurt reels back, eyes wide. "If you don't tell me what the hell is going on, or what you're doing with who…" She clenches her fists. "I might…actually…scream."
Kurt ponders this for a moment (not really). "Yeah…no."
"God," she huffs in annoyance, slaps her hands against her thighs. "You're like my brother when it comes to things like this."
Kurt stares at her. "You don't have a brother."
"You know what I mean," she argues, hilariously annoyed. "Now stop avoiding the question."
"I'm not avoiding anything," Kurt says, flips a magazine open in front of him, pretending to read it.
"Kurt, that's a car magazine." His eyes finally concentrate on what he's actually looking at. Oh. He throws it on the coffee table and meets her eyes, gives her a 'bitch face.' It's a stare off for a good twenty seconds before she gives in and rolls her eyes. "You are stubborn as fuck. Stop hanging out with Blaine; he's rubbing off on you."
Kurt snickers. Oh, he's rubbing alright. "I'm just as stubborn."
"Yeah, you are," she sighs. "So…" she sneaks closer to him, now sharing the couch with him, raised on her knees. "Who did you end up with at the party?"
"Isn't that confidential?
"You are such a pain in the ass. Everyone talks about what happened, normally."
"You tell me first then." Oh, I am on a roll…
"Um…how about no."
"Then, I guess we're even."
She glares at him. "I'll figure it out…"
"You might. You might not."
She chews on her lower lip, before smirking. "This is kinda hot…are you, like, secretly seeing someone?"
"When did you turn into Callie?"
"Every girl likes talking about these things okay, Kurt," she says in the most girlish, spoiled-rotten-brat, offended way as possible, that Kurt has to try not to laugh.
He does, finally. "Or maybe you're just nosy."
"You aren't going to tell me are you?" She deadpans.
He turns up the volume on the TV and leans back, wrapping a blanket around himself, avoiding her gaze, but smiling. "Nope. Not anytime soon."
And constant
(Constant)
Craving
(Craving)
Has always
(Always)
Been
Café Noir was buzzing with energy surrounding karaoke, open mic, whatever you want to call it, night to kick off the summer. There was so much energy, Kurt was a little disappointed that he couldn't help set up because he has the morning shift again. Just as he got off work, the night crew started prepping for the evening and suddenly there was a stage, tables being pushed around, and lights being set up. Kurt wanted to situate himself right in the middle of the madness and help, but he couldn't.
Callie got off at the same time and ushered him out the door, vibrating with excitement. "Hey, think of it this way," she says, looping her arm with his. She twirled around and situated herself in front of him, smiling, and poking at his chest. "It means you can spend time picking out an outfit and looking so fabulous, because we all know you'll still be the best dressed one there."
Kurt almost whines. "But, I already did all that…"
"Shame, I love going through your clothes…" She grins. "So, are you going to sing?"
He pauses, thinks about it. He's been thinking about it for days. "Maybe not tonight."
Callie pouts. "Makes sense, I guess." She shrugs. "The newbies are always a little hesitant…"
"Hey, I can sing and blow the house down," he says, eyes blazing. "But, I'd rather watch other people do it first. Because I have no idea if anyone can actually sing or not. It seems more entertaining that way."
"While the rest of us sit and wonder if you're actually as talented as you say you are, and we'd rather see you sing," she chuckles. After a moment, she rubs her hands together and bounces excitedly. "Ohhh man, I can't wait. You're jaw is going to drop. Some of them have been practicing just for tonight. I know the boys are…" That grabs Kurt's attention, more so than usual, but she slips away before he can say anything. She shouts over her shoulder. "See you tonight!"
So that's why Blaine hasn't spent every waking second of his free time with me…
(Kurt realizes that sounds clingy, but everything is so new and exciting with Blaine, since they became "secretly official" about a week ago, and he wants to be around Blaine all the time now, more so than before. He knows later on, they'll need space, every couple does, but right now, it's shiny and new and Kurt finally understands why couples spend so much time together).
Later, Kurt slips into his outfit, feels sophisticated, and also thankful Coldwater is cool at night, most of the time, because he's in a vest, three quarter length sleeved shirt, and black slacks.
When he arrives, there are people walking around and it's like the middle of the day, but it's so different. There are lights and lanterns hanging, strung over doorways, around windows, everywhere. Kurt realizes he hasn't actually been at this strip at night, unless he works the closing shift. Even then, he doesn't pay attention to anything; it's like a I'm done working, hallelujah, let me go home or somewhere, anywhere else, now.
Or maybe the lights are like this because it's a special night.
He can hear music from the coffee shop, playing over the speakers. They haven't started the actual singing part of the night yet. He pushes through a crowd, and runs smack into Callie in a black and white striped sweater dress, hair down in soft ringlets.
She latches onto him as he leans down to talk into her ear. "I thought I'd be the only fashionable one here. All I've seen is bikinis and flip flops and shorts and tanks, with the occasional sundress."
"I'll have you know, that some of us love to dress up…"
Kurt looks around sees a few, no one he's met yet, but they know Callie and greet her as they pass, heading for the doors. He even spies some adults and elderly with a few kids. "Everyone is here for open mic night?" He notices groups going in and out of shops with food and face paint. He's a little confused. "Or a festival?"
Callie looks up at him, eyes twinkling. "The teen crowd normally does karaoke or open mic night, whatever you want to call it. The others go into shops, because they have special events that coincide with open mic night. Lots of free stuff for kids too. Occasionally, those people will stop by to peek in on our festivities." She squeezes through a crowd in front of the door, the chords of something playing…something boy-band like to be honest, it sounds like. "If they can get in," she says loudly, on purpose, as she pushes through…is that Brian and Victoria? Both give her a look, regardless
"It is so awkward being around him," she whispers to Kurt.
"It could be because you two made out, maybe," Kurt says sarcastically, hearing the chords to 'Everybody (Backstreet's Back)' by Backstreet Boys playing.
Callie grins as they push through the final people that have made some sort of open space for the performance. "This is how we open up karaoke night for the summer. The boys did 'Bye Bye Bye' by NSync last year…"
"Huh?" Kurt turns to her.
"Let's just say, we love singing and dancing because it's the only school activity outside of sports that lets us release energy and possibly pent up hormones…"
"Oh."
"So, I kid you not, the glee club and the boys will practice everything before and it's…it's perfect. And it gets wild sometimes."
This statement precedes what Kurt finally sees is going on: Blaine, Jeff, Jamie, David, Puck, Nick, Sam, all of the Warblers, to be honest, few he hasn't met yet, are dancing with some girls to 'Everybody.' He sees Hope, Mercedes, Summer (he's not sure what she's wearing. It's like an oversized t-shirt…and…okay isn't that something you wear in the bedroom, cuddling with someone after sex or something?) and her bitches, and several other unfamiliar girls dancing with them.
It's perfectly choreographed like the video. Maybe some people ate a little off, but he's pretty sure no one cares at this point, because regardless, they practiced.
(Not that Kurt would ever admit to knowing the video. It's just…it's not like you have to say you were into boy bands and the like. Shit, everyone was).
"Oh My God," Kurt says. "How in the hell have you guys not made it to Nationals?"
"I thought we explained that to you," she says, eyeing him.
They're even dressed similarly- all the boys, at least. They're wearing white or jean pants with their choice of color of a bunched up long sleeve shirt to their elbows. Blaine's wearing white and gray, Jamie's wearing a red and white striped top and white pants. They're front and center with Faith (Faith is in the center) and some other girl, not Summer, thankfully, Nick and his girlfriend, Brooklyn, right beside them. Kurt's not sure if Jamie is supposed to be at the center center or if that's just what happened.
Whatever it is, they look hot, the dance is basically flawless and he's very impressed, struggling not to dance with Callie beside him. Everyone is joining in.
Jamie sings the opening chords, sharing the lines with Blaine and Nick and Callie squeals next to Kurt, "I love when they sing together."
Of course Blaine sings Oh my God we're back again, and Kurt's knees buckle. Blaine's so into the song, he hasn't noticed Kurt's right there along the edge of the opening, watching his every move. Blaine's joined soon after with Sam and another guy Kurt's not familiar with.
The girls eventually thin out and it's just a few of them with the boys (and there's maybe 15 of them total in the Warblers, which is a lot considering the size of the town). Faith has joined Kurt, one of the girls to leave. She smiles and asks him, "Are you enjoying yourself?" as the boys hit the first chorus. And the crowd joins in and there's so much energy, the room is filled with it.
Kurt's grinning widely at the ease of their movements, the fun they appear to be having, the sharing of the spotlight, and the perfect unison of the group. He's so happy to be here, right now, and not back home in Lima.
The boys hit the second bridge and Blaine sings the am I sexual part this time and everyone cheers and whistles, just like they did before when Puck said it (Faith had ducked her head into Kurt's arm and shook her head, blushing. He could feel how hot her face was), but Kurt hears it and has to hold onto Callie.
She looks at him strangely, but she's smiling. "What's wrong?"
"They're just all…really attractive…and good, really good." Blaine particularly. Jamie's kept his shirt on which is a relief, so Kurt can't even get slightly distracted because Blaine is right there and he has so much energy when he performs and it's such a turn on because that is someone who genuinely loves what he's doing.
Kurt is grateful the crowd spreads and sits on tables or near the stage, against the bar, maybe getting some coffee or pastries, when the song finishes out, because he was fanning himself.
Hope slips up behind him, hugs him from behind, and says into his shoulder. "Please tell me someone filmed that."
Santana appears behind her tugs on her hand and pulls her to her, dancing in a circle with her, holding up her camera. "I did. Though I'm sure I'm not the only one."
This whole situation is…difficult. Kurt is surrounded by people at the tables, facing the stage, behind him and Blaine is sitting right next to him, arm over his chair, engaging him in conversation with the other boys, and he's having a good time, he is but…
Hope and Santana are absolutely adorable at the table next to him as they take a seat, hands holding and everything, smiling at each other as everybody goes on the stage.
He wants that, badly.
Blaine shoots him a secret smile, every so often, and he knows that Blaine's house is basically going to be empty later, so they can finally get some more alone time. (You know, since the alone time yesterday…distance is going to be so hard). It's no secret Kurt wants to be public about it.
Jeff's beside him with Savannah, Jamie across from him and Puck and Finn are squeezed in at the same table. Nick and Brooklyn are at the table beside them with Hope and Santana and good lord they're gorgeous. That is a gorgeous couple (Kurt means Nick and Brooklyn, not that Santana and Hope aren't gorgeous, but you know). Callie, Dawn, and Faith are with them too.
Kurt has to do a double take when Dawn greets him, because she and Blaine share the same smile and she looks quite a bit like them, although Kurt assumes she looks more like their mother than Blaine does.
There's no denying they're related though. He'd almost say twins if they weren't a few years apart.
Sam and Mercedes are at another table opposite Kurt, with David and Alex and some unfamiliar girls and guys. Summer and her 'bitches' and 'assholes' are crowded behind them at another table. Kurt's afraid he'll get lost in the crowd if he moves, because there are people everywhere, standing, leaning against walls, and sitting, some even on the edge of the stage.
It also smells like coffee. So, despite the crowd, it's comforting and he's having a good time.
He knows it's risky, but Blaine picks up on it, knows what he wants and sneaks his hand under the table and grabs Kurt's, holding it. Kurt looks at him quickly, sending him a shy smile as Blaine strokes his fingers and says something to his sister at the table beside them. It's loud and the crowd cheers for every single performance, bad or good, and maybe even shouts out some things during. There's nothing that says you have to be good, which is where the karaoke aspect come in.
The thing is, any member of the Glee club and acapella group have it planted in their heads to make everything a show (mainly the guys) and it's a mix of terrible singing from people outside the groups and amazing singing within.
There's an exception though: Callie, Faith, Hope, Brooklyn, Alex, and Savannah break out into a routine of 'Barbie Girl' by Aqua on stage, and Kurt tries to hide his giggling, because even the way they move and sing is a total diss towards Summer's friends. They mime pretend mirrors and makeup, singing in exaggerated voices. (Then again, there isn't any other way to sing the song except high pitched and over the top, so it works).
Seeing Faith do it, and giggle as she does, is definitely a treat.
They even go out into the crowd and dance against some unsuspecting guys and girls. Callie plops herself down in Mercedes lap and Mercedes is momentarily shocked, before she covers her mouth and laughs loudly. Jeff and David jump on the stage to sing Ken's part when it comes up.
It's ridiculous, but Kurt can't stop laughing.
Sam and Jamie take the stage next and completely own 'Blaze of Glory' by Bon Jovi, both playing the guitar. Sam's voice is okay, but very boy-band like. He's good, but he's not knocking Kurt off of his feet. Jamie, on the other hand, Jamie sounds like Bon Jovi and Bruno Mars's love child. He's really, really good. Kurt has to tell him that right after, because he wasn't expecting that.
They captivate the crowd and everyone, and Kurt means everyone, sings the chorus with them. Jeff and Callie have their arms over his shoulder and everyone latches on, like this train of swaying bodies.
Kurt whispers in Blaine's ear that he's going to talk with Jamie and he'll be back. Blaine gives him a look, narrows his eyes, and Kurt just smirks and smacks his shoulder, "I'd like to talk to talent when I hear it…I'll be back." And he'd totally plant one on Blaine if half the crowd wasn't talking to Blaine and his friends. He blows a kiss instead and Blaine smiles before turning to his friends at Kurt disappears.
He finds Jamie surrounded by girls (and a couple of guys, out-of-towners it looks like. Not that Kurt would know) at the coffee bar, sipping some sort of iced beverage.
He sees Kurt, smiles and excuses himself as douche bag-like as possible, brushing them off and going to stand in front of Kurt. Kurt rolls his eyes, but he's so used to how Jamie behaves that it doesn't really bother him.
"What'd you think?" Jamie says. His eyes are bright with laughter.
Kurt grins. "You're very talented. I'm impressed. You have a rock-star voice. You should totally audition for Rent or Rock of Ages. You'd be a good Roger or Stacee Jaxx…"
"So, I'm the sexy rock God," he nods his head and sips his drink, looks Kurt up and down. "Nice."
"I'm not sure if you're referring to me or those roles," Kurt teases.
"The roles actually; you're hot all the time. You don't need me to tell you that."
"Oh My God," Kurt gasps, laughing. "You have no filter."
"I say it like I see it," he says, shrugging and smiling that dirty, charming smile.
Kurt blushes and rolls his eyes. "I appreciate it."
"I know," he says, winking. "Speaking of which, the Anderson party…who in the hell gave you that hickey? Cuz I'm jealous, not gonna lie."
Kurt opens his mouth, closes it. "I'll never tell. Not yet, at least."
"Damn," he hands his empty cup off to Sebastian as he passes. Sebastian glares and shakes his head as he walks off with it. Jamie turns back to Kurt. "So, have you thought about it?"
It takes Kurt a second to get what Jamie means and then he remembers…oh yeah, we kissed. "I still stand by my answer. Besides, I'm kind of seeing someone right now." His eyes dart around nervously and he's blushing as he turns away and orders a coffee.
Jamie hovers behind him. "Damn, who the fuck is the lucky motherfucker?" He leans close to Kurt, says in his ear, "You can tell me."
Kurt wheels around with his coffee, glares and Jamie steps back, hands up. "It's a secret."
"That is so hot," Jamie says, shaking his head. "You're not just saying that to push me away, right? Because if you're still single, I'm not stopping."
Kurt thinks about it for a second. "It's true, Jamie. I am seeing someone. Just don't tell the whole world okay…please?" He pouts on purpose.
Jamie lets out a long drawn out sigh and nods. "Anything for you, gorgeous."
Kurt hears the opening sounds of Hope, Mercedes and Santana singing 'Mercy' by Duffy and turns away. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to hear those three goddesses up there sing for the first time."
"I'm still going to hit on you," Jamie calls after him.
Kurt shakes his head and grins, turning around and shouting back. "I wouldn't expect any less from you."
Kurt resists the urge to just sit himself on Blaine's lap when he sees him, completely drawn to the three girls harmonizing on stage. Jeff pulls him down as he passes and Kurt lets out an Oomph and fights him off. Blaine gives Jeff a glare he notices (and results in him immediately dropping his hands) and Kurt slides into his own chair, moving closer to Blaine, who's watching him with a grin.
Kurt turns his attention to the girls and finds himself standing in front of his seat and cheering with everyone when Mercedes hits a high note. Her voice is powerful and he has goose bumps. Santana's is a little different- not as strong, but raspier, sexier, almost bluesy, and it blends with Mercedes' perfectly. Hope's voice is clear and she kills the high notes almost as well as Mercedes. They completely make the song their own.
Blaine, Jeff, Nick, David, Jamie, and Sam take the stage next, and bust a move to TLC's 'No Scrubs.' All of them get their moment in the spotlight and there's plenty of ass-shaking going on. It gets everyone on their feet and a standing ovation by the end.
(Kurt has to remember to tell Blaine later just how much he likes his voice…)
Kurt's not sure what to expect, but the crowd gets obnoxiously loud when Dawn gets on stage and she grins and soaks it all up. And he realizes she's a Broadway star, probably about to be a lead, so she soaks it in like a sponge.
"Hi, you guys," she grins and if Kurt were to ever be interested in a girl it'd be her. Not to mention, she is rocking that tiny black dress. "I'm gonna duet…Jeff I see your mouth opening, yours to Jamie, to make some dirty comment. Don't you dare."
Jamie and Jeff pout and sink back into their chairs. "I met this girl a few years ago, and we've kept in touch, and this has become a sort of tradition for us. So, I'm going to duet…Jamie I swear to God, don't even, with Miss Faith Hummel and ask her to come on stage and grace me with her presence."
Faith stands, bats away Puck and a few others and sends Kurt a wink before going on stage and placing herself next to Dawn on another mic, staring at her and grinning as she rests against her mic.
His cousin has actually changed from jeans and a light sweater into a black dress to match Dawn. Yeah, totally planned.
Faith clears her throat. "So we're not going to do some sappy love song that surely matches our voices, because we want to do something a little different."
"Um…'Take Me Or Leave Me' wasn't sappy," David loudly interrupts, smirking.
Dawn rolls her eyes. "No, it's definitely not, David, but last year we sang a freaking Whitney Houston song together, so…yeah…"
"Next year it's gonna be some sappy musical number. Probably 'Tonight' or something…" Faith says, thoughtful.
"Or 'All I Ask of You' from Phantom," Dawn finishes, already getting ideas.
"So, so strange, you two," Santana says, shaking her head, sharing a laugh with Hope, leaning in close to her.
Kurt can honestly say he's surprised when they break out into a duet of 'Paris (Oh La La)' by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, but he's already feeling it and it's only the opening chords.
Faith watches Dawn for her cue, both of them already moving to the beat and starts with a powerful first note before she jumps into the first verse.
You got me down on the floor
So what'd you bring me down here for?
There's something that's really sexy about this. Faith has really, honest to God, grown up since Kurt last saw her and it didn't really hit him until now.
It's kind of like the moment she had when he walked in the door so many weeks ago. Kurt's just a little late with the whole 'we're growing up' thing.
She tugs at her hair in the next verse and Puck is completely captivated and Kurt is trying not to laugh, because if only she could see Puck now.
You got me down on the floor
So what'd you bring me down here for?
Dawn begins the chorus and Kurt finally gets to hear her singing voice for the first time.
If I was a man I'd make my move
She points to Puck, who's sitting next to Blaine. Blaine looks pleased and Puck looks petrified. Kurt's not sure who she's pointing at, but by the way she's looking from Puck to Faith you'd think she was talking about him…
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
Shit, if Blaine were a girl he'd probably sound like her.
Her voice is smooth and she has complete control over it. (Kurt wonders if Blaine can tackles a falsetto…more things to find out…)
If I was a judge I'd break the law
Dawn even knows how to work a crowd. She's moving back and forth on stage, singing to anyone.
Just how much have she and Blaine learned from each other?
Dawn and Faith finish of the chorus together and they're subtly cueing each other, having a good time and Kurt really understands why it's kind of a big deal when they perform together. Their voices blend well too.
That is harmonizing.
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Ooh la la la la la la la
He leans in closer to Blaine and whispers, "I'm impressed…" He grins "…By them, by you, by everyone."
Blaine's inches from his face, eyes bright and sparkling. "We are talented. I know you're shocked."
Kurt nudges him, with his shoulder and stays pressed against him. "I am not."
Blaine arches an eyebrow. "You really are."
Kurt narrows his eyes. 'Okay, maybe a little."
Blaine smiles that stupidly perfect smile and Kurt smiles right back, happily turning back to his cousin and Dawn rocking out.
Somehow the two girls have ended up on the floor and are weaving through the crowd.
Dawn slides in between them and sings, "If I was a man I'd make my move," directly to Blaine's face as Faith smiles opposite her, singing the next note.
Blaine's busy smirking at his sister, even as she backs away and finishes the song with Faith, as they slowly make their way back on stage.
Kurt guesses Blaine hasn't told Dawn yet…
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Ooh la la la la la la la
There's the usual round of applause after and Kurt blows a kiss to Faith and claps, making sure she sees him. She does and grins, blushing, as the other compliment her.
Dawn's still on stage. She announces it's time for her solo and Kurt instinctively focuses his attention on her, because he so, so wants to hear her on her own.
The crowd roars at that, and Dawn barely blushes.
When she opens her mouth, it's the first time Kurt hears and understands why Dawn is so popular and admired, other than the fact that she's Blaine's sister and she's kind of (totally) awesome. She sings 'If I Were A Boy' by Beyonce with so much passion it feels like she's singing to an ex. In reality, she talks so much about how happy she is with her boyfriend, and you know it's not that. But, maybe they had a break up. (Kurt actually asks Blaine this and he says they've been on and off for years. The longest split was nearly a year and he explained that she was angry and bitter for a few months, until they started to reconnect).
As she sings this song, it's like she flipped a switch inside- from sexy and playful with Faith earlier, to powerful and gut-wrenching. She makes Kurt cry, she makes a lot of people cry and she's so talented. She doesn't struggle over any notes and she's just so fucking good. And this is open mic night.
Now, Kurt really wants to see her on stage. It's the first moment he wishes he'd known her longer. Hopefully he'll eventually get the chance.
Hopefully.
She gets a standing ovation afterwards that lasts for a while and she completes it with a beautiful smile and a bow.
Kurt wonders if her and Rachel will ever actually cross paths when auditioning for roles. Because that girl? That's Rachel's challenge, a real challenge, since Rachel's never stumbled across anyone as good as her (as terrible as that sounds) except for that Sunshine girl last year. He really wants to pit her against Dawn, Faith, Hope, and Mercedes when she visits, at least one of them. He hopes it'll be Dawn, but that won't happen because her flight leaves early the next morning
Kurt realizes she must've stayed later than she intended, because the party was last week. He quickly asks Blaine this and Blaine explains his parents prolonged their anniversary celebration, but are coming back tomorrow. She'll be back again, very soon though…
Kurt praises Dawn when she joins them at the table and she's so grateful, like she never hears that. It's endearing.
No one is willing to do much of anything after Dawn sings, because how do you top that? Even if you want to sing terrible karaoke, nobody wants to, at all.
Not to mention it started raining half way through her song and a lot of people left. It's still jam packed though, because anyone who was roaming the streets ducked for cover in an open store.
Kurt's manager, who organized this entire thing, obviously, takes the stage and says there is one more special performance. He re-introduces Puck and Blaine. Blaine gives Kurt this ridiculous grin and he can't help but grin back and blush when Blaine winks.
Why can't I just snuggle up against him and tell everyone 'hey everyone, look what happened…look who I'm seeing'?
Uh, whatever, the night is young. We'll still have some time tonight to act like an actual couple…
When Puck takes the stage, Faith continues sucking down her latte with her still hyperactive friends, not really believing Puck's actually going to serenade her in public. He would never. He's too stuck on his reputation to, even though he tried to explain to her the other night that he wanted to date her, regardless.
It's been a few days and she hasn't heard from him since the party. A part of her wishes that he spent that time prepping this song, but the other part of her…doesn't think that would ever happen.
Whatever. He's clutching his guitar as he sits on the stool, lowering the microphone, and she loves hearing him sing, so she'll listen.
"So, uh," Puck says, shushing his cheering friends by flicking them off. Jeff and Jamie are the loudest, and they get louder when Blaine joins Puck on stage. "Shut the fuck up, assholes." That just encourages them to get even louder. The energy all of these boys bring is out of this world.
Kurt sits up straighter a few seats away from her when Blaine sits next to Puck, clutching…Sam's guitar, she thinks.
Callie and Mercedes are between Kurt and Faith (everyone shifted seats at least twice that night). He's facing the stage beside Santana and Hope (who look nice and cozy and sweet, hands grasped over the table). She wishes she was closer, because he's been acting weird for weeks.
And he's also stupidly happy too. He even has a secret grin right now and she really wants him to tell her things. He used to, all the time, but he's so…secretive now. And whatever he's hiding he loves that he's hiding it. It's such a sharp contrast to the Kurt that was sick of hiding who he was, but he's not hiding who he is here; he's just keeping a dirty little secret, she thinks.
Puck draws her attention back. "So, this is…I want to dedicate this to a girl in the crowd."
Faith stiffens, nearly drops her coffee. She clutches her cup tightly.
"Her name is Faith Hummel."
There several gasps and a ton of cat calls too (mostly from Blaine and his friends, even Jamie). "And, she gave me this challenge and you bitches and jackasses know that I'm always up for that, am I right?"
The crowd cheers in agreement. "And no one better give her or me shit for this, okay, I'm warning you." His eyes find Summer in the crowd. "Summer, especially you."
Summer rolls her eyes and waves her hand. "Whatever."
"Yeah, well, fuck you too," Callie turns to Faith with wide eyes, chuckling. Kurt keeps a laugh down.
"Blaine's going to help out too, a bit," he elbows Blaine, who turns to him smiling. "A bit. Don't still my spotlight, spotlight stealer."
"Fuck you," Blaine says into he mic, laughing. "And no one get on to me about this. I'm taking lessons from Sam, Puck, and basically everyone when it comes to guitar. You know I prefer the piano…"
"You prefer dancing on the piano," Santana calls out, teasing. "Furniture dancer. There should be laws against that. Anti-Blaine laws."
"You can shut up," he points to her, grinning. He tosses a guitar pick at her as she continues smirking.
"Anyways," Puck says, loudly clearing his throat. "Faith, this is that song I promised you."
Everyone turns to her and she meets Kurt's eyes. He smiles wide and she knows she's blushing.
Her heart skips a beat because she recognizes the opening chords he and Blaine are playing.
Puck starts crooning into the mic and looking straight at her.
So long
I've been looking too hard, I've waiting too long
"Oh God," she mutters. "This is happening." It's slow and romantic and she feels the shock radiating off of everyone in the room.
Sometimes I don't know what I will find
I only know it's a matter of time
Puck feels nervous. He doesn't do nervous. But he's serenading a girl he's pretty sure he's in love with, at least strictly on the surface level of what he knows about her and he doesn't do this shit.
Thank God Blaine's here with him…
When you love someone
When you love someone
Blaine and him sing the next verse and Blaine looks right at Kurt and meets his eyes and oh God why doesn't anyone notice?
Santana does. Sam does. Callie does. Everyone that knows does.
It feels so right, so warm and true
I need to know if you feel it too
Puck sings to Faith again and she almost cries. She feels the tears pooling in her eyes, and she wipes them away.
This is one of her favorite songs ever. How did he know?
And he's dedicating it to her.
Maybe I'm wrong
Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?
This heart of mine has been hurt before
This time I wanna be sureI've been waiting for a girl like you
To come into my life
I've been waiting for a girl like you
A love that will survive
Blaine joins him for the next verse, and he's looking right at Kurt, again.
Kurt's mesmerized. He's never felt like this.
I've been waiting for someone new
To make me feel alive
Puck finishes the verse, and he's got her, he knows it.
Yeah, waiting for a girl like you
To come into my life
Blaine takes over and Summer…Summer's enjoying this, except Blaine's not looking at her and who is he looking at?
I've been waiting for someone like you
To come into my life
Then Summer hears it. Hears him say someone instead of a girl and her eyes finally follow his gaze and it's Kurt, he's looking at Kurt.
What the actual fuck?
I've been waiting for someone new
To make me feel alive
Yeah, waiting for a someone like you
To come into my life
Kurt takes deep breath, shivers, eyes locked on Blaine's, getting lost in them again. Someone, not a girl, but someone.
A guy. Him.
Blaine lets Puck finish, smiling softly at Kurt, who's gripping the table.
Puck strums his guitar as he walks off the stage.
I've been waiting for a girl like you
I've been waiting
He stops in front of Faith, feels everyone's eyes on him as finishes the verse while she looks up at him with glassy eyes. She's so moved and it's Puck, but she's a mess and she looks down, wipes more tears away.
Won't you come into my life?
He stops, bows and the crowd cheers. He whispers, "We'll talk later," and she nods her head, wipes another embarrassing tear away, muttering, "Shit."
It is pouring rain when they leave. Everyone is still buzzing over the performances as they race off into the rain. Some, like Callie, Hope, Santana, and Dawn, are dancing in the rain, heels in their hands, not caring in the slightest that their makeup is smeared as they belt out the lyrics to 'Singing in the Rain.' Jamie, Jeff, David, and Nick join them, swinging each other around, singing 'It's Raining Men.'
Kurt laughs and stays on the sidewalk. Blaine grabs his hand, smiles. "Come on."
Kurt doesn't get a chance to argue (not that he would, actually). "Blaine, I'm not…" Blaine tugs him towards him, onto the street, and Kurt falls into him, laughing. "N-o," he sputters, suddenly hit with the rain. He giggles harder, getting soaked as they join their friends. "Why is this a big deal? It's Oregon; it probably rains a lot, doesn't it?"
"We're in pretty damn good moods, so…why not?" Blaine spins Kurt around as they all walk down the road, Nick and Jeff splashing their girlfriends who've joined by leaping into puddles.
Finally, finally, they go to the sidewalk for cover and head to their cars.
Kurt searches for Faith and Puck and sees them walking under the coverings, talking to each other. Puck's hands are in his pocket and Faith looks happy. Not bouncing off the walls happy, but a better happy. She's content.
The rain doesn't let up when Kurt and Blaine arrive at Blaine's house.
They're completely alone. Dawn ran off somewhere with Santana and Callie, so the house is empty. No interruptions. Not that that's ever stopped them, but they're thrilled because the night was a success and things are just good.
During the drive here, Kurt raved to Blaine about his voice, his stage presence, everything, and he knows Blaine basked in the attention and the compliments Kurt gave him. He even wore a smug grin, even as he continually thanked Kurt.
Blaine made Kurt promise he would sing soon, very soon, or they'd be out here all night.
Kurt did, obviously, because Blaine's bedroom is much better and he races Blaine to said room. They trip over each other, soaked.
It's the perfect excuse to get them out of most of their clothes.
Kurt wouldn't mind catching a cold if the reason it happened was because of this.
Whoa, where did that come from?
Blaine picks Kurt up, again, nearly slipping over the sidewalk and Kurt clings tightly to him, laughing into his neck, feels himself sliding, so he quickly kisses Blaine, which results in Blaine squeezing him tighter and shifting him in his arms.
Yes, this is all very, very good.
Blaine presses him against the wall, Kurt's legs wrapped around his waist. It takes him a half second, and he's into the kiss, deepening it, thrusting against Kurt. Kurt moans, kisses Blaine hard and reaches to untuck Blaine's shirt, which was sticking to Blaine's wet skin. He dips his hands beneath, explores. Blaine's skin is damp from the rain and heated from Kurt against him. Kurt grasps his wet hair as Blaine suddenly sucks on his neck. Kurt is powerless to do anything, but just take it, but now, now he can touch, beneath the shirt. He can feel his way around without regret or excuses or anything.
His hands slide over Blaine's stomach and abs and oh God all man, man man man. Kurt kisses him deeper, legs shaking, He sneaks his tongue out and Blaine reacts immediately, tongue grazing Kurt's and hands tightening around his waist with each thrust. Kurt lets out little, breathy 'huhs' each time and pulls away at one particular thrust, and finally rids Blaine of his shirt, as they clumsily moving around outside, rain pouring around them, Kurt still in Blaine's arms.
Blaine grapples for the door handle, finds it and moans as Kurt starts kissing down his neck as they back through the door. Kurt's hands slide over his shoulders and into his hair and he kisses his mouth again like there's no time.
Never enough time.
There's plenty of time tonight though.
Blaine grabs his thighs and ass, slams the door behind him, and carries Kurt downstairs with a giggle, a little unsteady because Kurt isn't some tiny girl. Far from it, actually.
And he will not stop kissing Blaine's neck, mouth, and jaw line, hands sliding down his back as far as he can reach lifted above Blaine like this, exploring all the skin he can touch without shirt in the way.
He pulls away, gasping and grinning. Blaine smiles back, lips sensitive as his tongue slips out to run over them. Kurt caresses Blaine's mouth with his fingers. "I feel like I'm in The Notebook."
"Oh God, you're right," Blaine laughs before pulling him down into another kiss when they make it to the foot of the stair. He walks them backwards to his bed. "If you're a bird, I'm a bird."
"Oh my God," Kurt giggles, diving in for a kiss, wet and intense and it's a little chilly in here he supposes, but he feels warm, so warm. "We are soaked." He laughs as Blaine tosses him on the bed, falling on top of him, and immediately going for another kiss.
Kurt kisses back, legs falling open willingly. He doesn't even think. He simply makes out with Blaine in his bed, room gray from the storm outside, rain pouring against the windows.
Blaine thrusts against him, hands on his hips, sliding under his shirt. "You're shirtless," Kurt pulls away with a gasp and wet smack, hands running over Blaine's chest. "You're a guy and you're shirtless and on top of me and myheartispounding." He says in a rush, smiling, eyes darkening with lust.
Blaine pulls away, smiles at him, and hovers above him. "You should be too," he says and it's husky and sexy. Kurt shivers from that voice, but shakes his head.
"You have to work for that."
"Don't mind if I do," Blaine says and his head lowers, trailing kisses down Kurt's neck, hands sneaking under his shirt.
Blaine's on edge right now. His hands are finally touching Kurt's skin and he slides them up over his lightly defined stomach and over his nipples and it's different, from a girl, obviously, but it's better. So much better. "So, so gay…"
"What?" Kurt chuckles. He gasps as Blaine lifts up his shirt and peppers kisses on his stomach. Kurt's hands glide over Blaine's rain slick skin as he kisses and he's sucking at his hipbone now. Kurt twitches and whimpers, before Blaine kisses up and up until he reaches Kurt's mouth. Kurt's shirt is bunched up and Blaine's hands are gripping his waist.
"I am so so gay," he says, laughing and so turned on.
Kurt's hands slide down Blaine's back and he feels muscles and lines and skin and the dip before Blaine's ass. He squeezes Blaine's hips, pulls him down, thrusts against him. This earns a moan from Blaine who goes back to kissing him. Kurt can feel how hard he is and he shivers at the thought, thrusting again, rolling his hips up to meet Blaine's. "Yeah," he says, drawn out, head tilting back. "Yeah, you are. I can tell."
Blaine's not even the slightest bit embarrassed. "Because you turn me on, beautiful, fuck," he says, kissing him again, rolling his hips down. This draws another whimper from Kurt who rolls against him, hands along his sides, touching where he can. Blaine kisses his neck and Kurt grabs onto the back his neck, finger sliding into his hair- curls wet and messy, such a mess and Kurt's hairspray has to have rinsed out by now even though his bangs are still off his forehead.
Blaine takes a good look at Kurt, wants to say something about the spikes in his hair because that is someone who's hair conforms to anything, but things are really hot and he's so close, feels the tightening in his belly. He has to draw this out.
He laughs, hips slowing down, and Kurt whines again, grabs him, and kisses him hard, sucking on his lower lip before Blaine puts a hand on his chest, pushing slightly. "Your hair is awesome."
Kurt's hands fly to his hair and he feels it sticking out everywhere. He rolls his eyes and suddenly flips them over, kissing Blaine again.
The breath gets knocked out of Blaine and now Kurt's in control, straddling Blaine, leaning down to kiss him, pinning him. "Ffffuck, that is hot."
"I bet your girls can't do that to you, can they?" Kurt grins wickedly at Blaine, rolling his hips against him, pressed directly onto Blaine's cock. His pants are so thin, it's so easy to feel. Kurt moans as he moves, and his voice is shaky as he says "C-can they?"
"Fuck…no, no they can't."
"Good," Kurt says, arching his back to press his hips harder into Blaine's as Blaine's hands slide up his shirt, again tracing the planes of his back. He's still cold and wet and Kurt shivers at the coolness. It vibrates through Blaine who tosses his head back and stills Kurt's hips. "We- we need to stop."
"Why?" Kurt says and stills. It catches him off guard and he's concerned. He watches Blaine's face, hoping he hasn't already messed this up, but then Blaine smirks and in a split second he flips Kurt over onto his back again, slides his arms under Kurt's legs, pulling him down the bed. Kurt lets out a surprised squeak, hands flying up and moaning as Blaine presses against him, hard, thrusts and kisses him. "Gotcha."
Kurt's hands scramble for Blaine's hair again and he pulls him close, laughing. "That is really," he grinds against Blaine, "really" his hands slide down Blaine's back, so tempting to just grab that ass and pull down. "Hot."
"Fuck, you are hot, this is hot," he says, hands rubbing beneath Kurt's shirt again, holding back from doing more, kissing him deeply. His hand slips lower, over Kurt's jeans and he thinks Kurt is lost in kissing him but he slaps Blaine's hands away. Blaine draws back, startled, and sees Kurt smirking. "Keep your hands to yourself, above the waist."
He's teasing, Kurt is teasing; he's being a tease. "You jerk," he says, kissing Kurt, for the hundredth time tonight. "Not fair. At the party…"
"We have plenty of time for that below the waist stuff, but you should keep moving," he says, hands roaming around Blaine's sides to Blaine's hips, fingers running over the V, wanting this, badly. "Get me off like this."
Blaine knows both of them have never actually gotten off with a guy before, but one of the benefits of being a guy into guys is this, grinding and hips moving, because it's hot and it feels fantastic and it doesn't take much to get a guy there.
"You need to stop talking," Blaine says, chuckling, muffling Kurt's next words with a kiss, hands rubbing his jean clad thighs and lifting his hips up, so Kurt wraps one of his legs around Blaine's waist. He's completely distracted by Blaine kissing him, sucking on his upper lip no, that he's doing this without much thought.
Blaine moves up further, makes sure their cocks are aligned through the fabric and thrusts and rolls his hips, watching Kurt as he throws his head back and lets out a moan. Blaine kisses his necks, sucks on the skin there, the opposite side from the hickey that's still fading, rolls his hips slowly then faster, harder and harder then slowing down and Kurt's letting out tiny moans. He kisses Blaine with loud smacks, when Blaine alternates between kissing his neck and mouth. He tugs at Blaine's hair, trying to kiss his neck while his other hand glides down Blaine's' back, nails digging in. Blaine squeezes in response and thrusts harder, keeping a steady pace, muttering, "D-do you…fuck… do you…oh God…like that?"
"Yeah," Kurt moans. "M-more…"Of course Kurt does. He's straining against his pants, hot and now he might be sweating and this should be awkward and uncomfortable but it's not and he's moving back, weakly, letting Blaine do the work and loving it, God he fucking loves it. Lips against his neck, a half-naked body pressed against his, Blaine's hips moving with his, his cock rubbing against Kurt's and then finally, finally, his stomach tenses, pleasure running through his body to his toes and Blaine feels his body tense, pulls away and kisses Kurt, watches him and Kurt snaps.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Oh God," and his orgasm crashes through him, as he holds Blaine's head, nails digging into his neck. It crashes through him like a wave and he shivers after, can hardly keep a grip on Blaine's hair, begging Blaine to finish. Blaine ruts against his thigh, buries his head in his neck and comes almost immediately, like he was waiting for that moment, waiting for Kurt, holding off for Kurt. He moans into Kurt's neck, kissing him there, shaking, aftershocks going through him. He breathes deeply, falls against Kurt, resting his weight on him. Kurt wraps his arms around him, shushing him, shivering, stroking his hair.
"God…I don't' even…" Blaine laughs, breathily.
"First for both of us, right?" Kurt whispers.
"That was…that was…" Blaine breathes deeply. "Intense. Was it good for you?" He asks, lifting his head.
Kurt looks at him, eyes heavy and body sleepy post orgasm. "It was wonderful. I can't feel my toes." They look at his feet as he clenches his toes and Blaine laughs into his chest while Kurt giggles, both of them feeling like two giddy teenage boys, falling in love for the first time.
Has always
(Always)
Been
Craving
Ah, constant craving
Has always been
A/N: You guys, I really do appreciate reviews. They're encouraging and inspiring, so please leave them. I don't bite and you'll find I'll respond to you personally if I have more to say than 'Thanks for the review; I'm glad you're enjoying the story!' Every single one makes me day, regardless. =)
Interesting tidbits about the chapter: Dawn's 'If I Were a Boy' performance was inspired by Rachel Crow's performance on Ex-Factor. It's really intense. Look it up. Obviously the Dawn in my head sounds really different, but you know…=) Honestly, any of Beyonce's performances of this song are epic enough…so I guess I was inspired by them too. Lol. Also, Dawn and Faith's performance of 'Paris (Oh La La)' is inspired by Jennel Garcia's performance of it on Ex-Factor. It may make me a bit of a dork (I could care less), but I watch performances from all those talent shows on YouTube in my spare time so I occasionally get inspired. 'No Scrubs' was no doubt inspired by Glee's version. ;) Puck's version of WFAGLY (which was on Glee, if you've forgotten) has now been sung more appropriately to Faith...be still my shipper heart. Lol. (And yeah, heavily hinting the lyrics apply to Klaine too, obviously).
I'm chatty, sorry.
I'm going out of town for about a week at the end of the month. I'll try and have an update before then, but no promises.
