A/N : I'm so sorry for the late update! I have so much homework and well, I get tired easily these past few weeks :c Sorry, guys! That's why I'll give you Klaine First Kiss today! =))
He smiles slightly and walks forward, undoing his own shoes and kicking off his socks, sitting down beside the brunette. He dips his feet into the cool waves of the river, shivering as the water chills his skin, buthe gets use to it quickly. The sun's beaming down upon them both and Blaine has half a mind to reach out and take Kurt's hand in his. He wants to, but he doesn't, because that would just make this nice moment a little awkward. And right now, that's not what he wants to deal with.
Kurt doesn't say anything, and neither does Blaine. They're content being silent, just enjoying the sunshine and the water gushing between their toes. Blaine glances down, staring at Kurt's feet under the waves. He has nice toes. Blaine smiles; Kurt's feet are a creamy color, just like the rest of him. He sneaks a peak over at Kurt's face as he rests his arms on his knooby knees. He loks as if he's staring passed Kurt, and that's how he likes to be. But he studies the brunette's face carefully, looking away just before Kurt looks at him. His eyes are as brilliat a blue as ever, his cheeks rosy with sun.
But then comes a moment where Blaine doesn't look away fast enough, and Kurt catches him staring with a look of pure admiration in his face. Blushing, Kurt nudges Blaine's foot with his own, and Blaine blinks, going scarlet in seconds. He's at a loss for words. 'Way to go, dipshit, you got caught,' He thinks to himself, smiling and laughing nervously. He hopes that Kurt doesn't think him strange for staring. But then again, he wouldn't be surprised if Kurt did think him strange. A lot of people thought him strange, they just never said it to his face.
"Sorry..." Blaine says softly, running his fingers through his hair, still awkwardly laughing. Kurt shakes his head, a grin stretching across his plump pink lips.
"t's fine." Kurt replies, glancing over at Blaine. But his bright blue eyes catch one of the faint bruise on Blaine's left calf, before trailing up and catching the smaller ones on his arms, and they widen. "Are you alright, Blaine?" He asks, motioning to them. Blaine looks down and shrugs, his heart going frantic in his chest. He hadn't expected to meet Kurt here, so he thought he was safe with going sleeveless. But he was wrong. Kurt's here, he's seen some of the marks that his dad has left upon him...
"Yeah. It's just from the gym." He lies. He hates lying to Kurt, it leaves a pit of acid bubbling in his stomach and it makes him want to vomit. And now the bile seems t be forming on the back of his tongue; he can taste it, see. Ugh. Not here, of all places. Not. Here.
"Ah, makes sense." Kurt seems to take the bait, put Blaine's convincced by the fleeing look in the brunette's eyes that he doesn't believe it for a moment. They sit, again, in silence, watching the waves lap over one another. Blaine shifts, stretching his legs out and letting his calves rest in the water, the waves splashing over the tops of his ankles. It's cooling, relaxing, and he leans back on his elbows, letting his head hang, his short-curls swooshing gently in the light breeze. For Los Angeles, California, this weather is nice. It's decent; not too hot. Breezy and refreshing. And, fuck, it's not muggy.
"So how'd you know about this place?" Kurt asks to break the silence, and Blaine lifts his head a little to glance at the blue-eyed man. He smiles, letting his head fall again.
"I've known about it for a few years. I usually come here when my dad's out, just to get away, you know?" He says, before lying down on his aching back. He cringes a little but he gets comfortable, and he tucks his arms behind his head. His legs are cold from the water, but he likes it. It's soothing.
"Really? I don't see you over here all that much." Kurt remarks, and Blaine lets a breath escape his lips.
"Dad's been home a lot more, lately. He needs me to do stuff around the house."
"What about your mom?" Blaine's left hand twitches, and he fights to keep himself calm. He wonders if he should be heading back soon. Is she okay? Is she still sleeping? Did Dad come home before she got the chance to call him? Oh fuck, oh fuck...
"Mom gets sick a lot." More lies. They're not sick, they're being beaten and raped. They're being tortured, and no one's coming to save them! Not even Kurt- Kurt, God. Blaine could so very easily spill every secret, every desire, every need and want to Kurt right now. But what good would it do to suck this beautiful brunette into the mess? No good. It would ruin Kurt. But the bile is turning in his stomach and Blaine feels really sick right now. He closes his eyes to block out the gradual spinning of the world.
"Gotcha." Kurt is silent for a little while longer, and Bliane finds himself drifting in and out of focus. But he feels warmth traveling over his leg, and he relaxes. The warmth shifts up and over his clothed stomach. More relaxation; this is nice. He likes this. A shiver trembles down his back and a ragged breath escapes his lips. The warmth, which feels oddly like fingertips right about now, trails over his jaw ine and over the curve of his bottom lip; Kurt?
His eyes open slowly, and he sees Kurt staring down at him, his fingers pressed against his lip. Kurt. The brunette blinks and pulls away suddenly, embarrassed. Blaine's heart races in his chest. Oh God, Kurt was touching him. Kurt's hand were pouring warmth into him, oh fuck, fuck! He looked like he was about ready to kiss the curly-haired boy. Sitting up slowly, Blaine looks over at the brunette, who's staring hard at the river.
"Hey-" Blaine says, touching Kurt's shoulder. The brunette doesn't move, doesn't even blink. "Hey, Kurt... You don't have to be upset or embarrrassed, it's fine." He says gently, keeping his voice calm. He can't tell Kurt that he enjoyed the attention, that he enjoyed being touched. It wasn't sexual, it was curious. Blaine can still feel the phantom warmth that is slowly fading from his skin. He wants to bring it back. Right now.
"Sorry- it's just...you looked so at peace, and I thought you were asleep." Kurt mumbles under his breath, so soft Blaine can barely hear it. But he does, and he smiles.
"Kurt, look at me." The brunette shifts his attention to the curly-haired man, looking so apologetic and passive. "I promise, it's fine. I wasn't uncomfortable by it." He says, and Kurt looks a little more relieved than he did two minutes ago. In fact, he even allows himself a small smile. Blaine grins, drawinghis knees to his chest and staring at the gushing waves of the river. His skin his burning from where Kurt's fingers had touched him. He wants to ask the brunette to do it again, but he's not sure how to ask. 'What better way to ask than to just do it bluntly? No... not yet."
"So- what do you want to be when you grow up?" Blaine asks. It's a really lame question, he knows, but he doesn't give a shit right now. It's an honest question, and Kurt's face breaks into an embarrassed smile and he shifts beside Blaine, staring out across the river and to the other side, a bank with overgrown trees and bushes.
"I want to be a singer. I want to perform and make people happy; you know? Just get on a really big fucking stage and wail." Blaine can see, though Kurt's not looking at him, that he brunette's eyes are bright and excited. It's his dream, and a thought occurs to Blaine. He smiles and shifts, facing Kurt.
"I can play for you." Blaine says, nearly grinning ear to ear. Kurt turns his focus fully upon Blaine and has a quizzical look mixed with a smirk.
"What?"
"I play guitar. Tomorrow, I'll play for you, and you can be a performer." It sounds like the most brilliat idea ever to Blaine, and he really hopes that Kurt will let him play. Kurt blinks once and his quizzical smirk turns into a smile. Slowly, he reaches over and tucks a loose, short curls of Blaine's hair behind his right ear, stroking his cheek. Blaine blushes, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. He leans over, the distance between them closing at a rapid rate. Blaine's eyes slip shut and he can feel his face getting hotter by the second as Kurt presses his lips to his burning cheek. A feathery touch, gentle and warm. Now he's on fire.
"I'd like that." He whispers into Blaine's cheek, and Blaine can feel him smile. Kurt pulls away, still inches from Blaine's face as Blaine opens his eyes again. His left hand lifts and he cups Kurt's cheek in his palm, pulling the brunette closer and easing their lips together. Chaste. So very chaste, but so very passionate. Kurt shivers, his hand sliding along the length of Blaine's thigh and curving around his lower back. Blaine fights so very hard to turn his gasp of pain into an intake of breath at intimacy. And Kurt's so far into the kiss he doesn't notice it. "Thank God." Blaine tells himself, moaning as Kurt's tongue trails along his bottom lip.
The brunette's experinced in the art of kissing, as Blaine very well learns right off of the bat. Kurt slips his tongue between Blaine's teeth, letting it rest for a moment against Blaine's. He pulls Kurt even closer, sucking on the brunette's tongue. It's all instinct, what his pounding heart is telling him. He's never done any of this before, how is it he's doing it now? 'Stop over-thinking and fucking enjoy yourself.' He thinks, and moans into Kurt's mouth as the brunette slides closer still. He's burning alive and loving every fucking moment of it. Kurt expertly weaves his fingers into Blaine's short curls, pulling gently on it. And when Blaine moans, Kurt pulls harder. The curly-haired man feels a pressure growing in his groin and he's surprised at himself but doesn't react upon it. It seems he likes his hair being pulled. Okay.
Kurt pulls away, kissing Blaine's lips again, though only briefly. His heart is goingmad and he's sure that the world is spinning around him. Kurt strokes his hair and smiles, and Blaine can feel his heart melting. Oh God, he just freaking made out with Kurt, a guy he's known only since Monday. Fucking hell!
"Wow..." Blaine breathes, chuckling. Kurt leans in and kisses him again. It makes Blaine's heart leap to his throat and overwhelm his senses. He can't get enough of these kisses. He wants to bathe in them. Naturally, his head floats to other things. How would these kisses feel on the rest of his body? The pressure in his groin builds further and he muffles his moan into Kurt's lips. God, this is so bad. He's letting himself give in and he's not even caring about Kurt's safety. Only Kurt's lips on his, only his hands in his hair, the God awful pressure in his groin! Fuck!
'Remember, Blaine, you want to keep him safe, you want to protect him. If you fuck it up because he's fucking your mouth, fine, that's your choice. Just don't bitch about it later. Don't you dare.' But he's not going to fuck it up. He's going to protect Kurt from his father. He's going to, even if it's the last thing he ever does.
A/N 2 : So what do you think of the kiss? Because to be honest, I was squealing while writing it :p Poor Blaine though :c I hate seeing him like this. Don't worry, Kurt will come to the rescue!
A/N 3 : And don't forget reviews guys! Reviews made me update faster :)
-Love
CHLAMEISNA
