A/N: Hey guys. I gotta go to my grandparents now cos I'm taking my brother and sister trick or treating a little later, so I don't have time for personal thanks :( but you know I love you all right? Right? Well if you need proof...TADA XD this chapter is where the M rating REALLY comes into use if you know what I mean ;) it's all...uphill from here guys! I hope u enjoy :D
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Blaine was up and out of bed before Kurt's alarm ever went off the next morning. He was going to walk to school, try and clear his head. And he knew that if he left before anyone got up, that there would be no arguments. The half Irish male walked along the beach as the sun rose above him wondering how in the world this was going to work out. He only really needed to last another year before he would be going off to college. It wasn't so long really. He missed his friends though. He didn't want to have to start over but it appeared there was no choice.
Reaching the school nearly half an hour before it started, Blaine checked in and got his schedule. He was mostly in AP classes outside of a few basics. They had given him a map to find his way around and assigned him a locker. Students were beginning to mill through the halls as the first period bell rang, indicating that he should be headed to homeroom. Finding it easily, the teen checked in with the teacher before taking an empty seat in the back of the room.
He looked around, trying to see if he recognized anyone from the party Saturday night, but so far, no one looked familiar. He sat doodling on his desk most of homeroom, looking up only when the door opened, creaking and disrupting the quiet class.
"Can I help you, Mr. Hummel?" the teacher known as Mr. Andrews asked quietly. "I believe you are in the wrong room, are you not?"
Kurt had woken much later than Blaine, after hitting his snooze button two times before his mom came in and woke him by hitting him over the head with a t-shirt.
"Wake up!" she told him. Kurt moaned and pulled the pillow over his head, moaning. "Where's Blaine?"
"Dunno!" Kurt moaned and she hit him again.
"Probably gone to school already. You should take a leaf out of his book." Kurt grumbled and reluctantly got up, running his fingers through his hair. "Now, c'mon, you have to drop Freya to school." Another moan escaped the teen and his mother left so he could get dressed in some dark denim jeans and a tight, plain black t-shirt, as well as an old Slayer hoodie.
Typically, the brunette skipped breakfast, just waited for Freya and brought her to her school. Freya was in junior high and the school wasn't far from his own. Kurt had a brown bag for Blaine. Elizabeth didn't seem to understand that Dylan had money, therefore Blaine had the money for lunch unlike them.
He found out where Blaine's homeroom was, and although it made him late for class, he knocked on the door and spoke to the teacher.
"I have something here for someone," he said and Mr. Andrews raised an eyebrow towards the young man.
"Make it quick," he informed Kurt, who looked around and saw Blaine, who was trying to shy away from him by lowering his head. He walked up to his 'brother' and handed him the homemade lunch.
"From Mom with love," he simply said before turning his back on the new kid.
Blaine's head popped up when he heard a familiar voice in the front of the classroom. He saw Kurt talking quietly with his teacher. His mouth went dry when he set his eyes on his brother. He was wearing jeans that actually fit his body this morning and a clingy black t-shirt that hugged his slender frame.
Blaine swallowed as he followed the line of his back and the perfect curve of his bottom in the dark jeans and winced. He had been hoping that when he awoke this morning that everything he had felt during the weekend would be gone. No such luck though, he squirmed on his seat, averting his eyes. What was Kurt doing here anyway, surely he wasn't in this homeroom too.
He could see in his periphery that Kurt was heading towards him, and he continued to keep his eyes down on the doodle he was working on while everyone else studied.
Kurt shoved a crumpled brown bag on his desk, fixing his dark eyes on him. Blaine finally looked up and met his gaze. Kurt did not look happy about his job as delivery man as he told him it was from his mother with love.
Blaine didn't say a word as the boy turned away from him and stalked off to the door. He followed him with his eyes though, unable to tear away from him. His heart was pounding in his ears and his cheeks were surely flushed. A sack lunch, he thought with skepticism. He opened the bag, earning a glance or two from some other students as the noisy bag opened.
Peering inside, Blaine found a neatly wrapped what appeared to be peanut butter and jelly, a large banana, a carton of milk and a small snack size pack of M&M's. He could see there was a note inside. Reaching in, Blaine pulled out the yellow note and opened it. It was beautiful handwriting, scrawled across the page and read, 'Have a wonderful first day, love Elizabeth.'
Blaine sighed as he put the note back in and closed the sack. He wasn't sure how to feel about all this. He had never in his life taken a homemade lunch, much less one packed by someone else. To Blaine's dismay, he softened a bit. It was a nice gesture for her to go to the trouble. It was strange and Blaine's chest felt tight as he thought about it more and more. He could never imagine his father doing something like that.
By lunch time, Blaine had had most of his classes. He had met a few people in his last class that seemed somewhat cool. Trudging outside for late lunch, he found a quiet spot near a large oak tree away from most of the others and sat down. He had earned several looks this morning regarding his bruised face. People must think him a hoodlum, but this morning he was too tired to care. He bit into the creamy peanut butter sandwich as he perused the school yard. It could have been his school the way people were congregating in groups. He really didn't want to be here. Brad and Rob had been texting him most of the morning wondering how things were going. He hadn't responded though, he missed them too much today. He seriously didn't want to be here.
Across the soccer field, there was a group of teens sitting in the grass, having their lunch. He spotted Kurt then, smoking a cigarette as he animatedly told them a story. His face smiling and excited. Must be nice, Blaine thought quietly, to not be uprooted from his school and friends. He wondered how the brunette would handle that. He imagined not too well.
The day had been pretty slow, and Kurt found himself wondering about Blaine a lot throughout it. If he was okay and how he was holding up, but then he remembered that he didn't like Blaine, and he'd try focus hard on his subjects. Despite what most thought concerning his quite bad grades, Kurt did try hard at school, but with three sisters and his mom ,and now these new additions, he just didn't have the time for study. The band took up a lot of his time too.
Lunch approached and, of course, Kurt dumped his bagged lunch and walked to the football pitch where he came across a small group which also included Rachel, Finn and Jeff. Puck, another band member, had been suspended. He was into much more hardcore drugs than any of the rest.
Rachel had been in homeroom with Blaine, though he hadn't seen her, and she asked Kurt about his shiner. Kurt laughed as he explained the situation, and how Blaine fell like a ton of bricks, being delusional the entire night.
"He doesn't even remember it," Kurt chuckled and then looked across the grass to where Blaine sat, alone. The elder looked lonely, and no matter what the other teen seemed to think, Kurt knew exactly how that felt.
It was only a few years ago since Elizabeth uprooted Kurt and Freya from their home in Phoenix and brought them here to be with one of her men, Kaylee's father.
Kurt chewed his bottom lip, gazing to Blaine while some of the guys around him kept talking. Kurt continued to stare as someone hesitantly approached Blaine, Sam Evans, resident art freak.
"Hey..." The nerdy blonde said to the lonely boy.
Blaine startled, his gaze leaving Kurt across the field as the boy walked up and sat down next to him.
"Oh…hey...what's up?" Blaine replied as he glanced over at the stranger.
"You were in my advanced art class this morning, remember?" Sam asked, looking at Blaine with all seriousness.
"Oh yeah," Blaine said, but really didn't remember the boy's face. Maybe he had been sitting behind him.
"I was the best until you showed up," he commented to Blaine. Blaine grinned a little at his statement.
"Thanks?" Blaine asked, half questioning, half laughing.
"You're really good," the other said while Blaine nodded.
"Yeah, I've been at it a while," Blaine told him, digging through his sack and pulled out the banana, beginning to peel the fruit.
"Where are you from anyway?"
"L.A.," Blaine responded. "I went to Mont Mecca the last three years. My dad remarried, and she and her family live here, so here I am," Blaine spilled in a rush.
"Holy shit! You left the Mont to come to San Diego High?" Sam asked incredulously, obviously impressed by the prestigious liberal arts school Blaine had attended.
"Yup," Blaine said, taking a bite of banana, his gaze moving back towards Kurt across the field, who was staring at him now.
"That's seriously fucked up, dude. You could have easily transitioned to art school from there. Good luck doing that from fucking SDH," the blonde cursed, looking at Blaine like he was insane.
"Yeah, well, I'm not interested in going to Pasadena Art school like most of my buddies back in L.A. I kinda want to go back east for school. Possibly NYC," Blaine told him matter of factly.
"I'm Sam, by the way," the student extended his hand.
"Blaine," he replied, giving his hand a quick shake, still chewing his banana.
"You are gonna have to show me that shading technique you were working on in class today. The depth it gave was like...epic..." Sam said, nearly fangirling him.
"Sure, anytime," Blaine told him, his eyes focused on Kurt who was doing nearly the same.
"You know them?" Sam asked quietly as he plucked a blade of grass.
"No," Blaine stated, not wanting to be associated with Kurt, or anyone else.
"He appears to know you," Sam said, taking note of the stare down between the two boys.
"Yeah...I suppose."
"He's gay you know," Sam informed him.
"Thanks for the heads up," Blaine retorted, crumpling the banana peel back into his lunch bag before downing his milk.
"His band rocks though," Sam added. "You should hear them."
"Awesome," Blaine responded absentmindedly, resting his chin on his drawn up knees, still not breaking the eye contact from across the field. Both boys would look away and respond to their fellow surrounding students, but immediately connect again.
"In fact, they are playing a huge party downtown this weekend. You wanna go?" Sam asked him.
"Yeah, sounds pretty cool, but I need to see how much work I'm gonna have to do to catch up with my AP classes. So let you know later in the week?" he asked looking to Sam.
"Yeah, alright," Sam responded with excitement. He had made an unbiased friend and felt proud for the moment.
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"Kurt, what's up with you today?" Rachel asked the teenager as she downed the rest of her diet Coke. "You are seriously spaced out. Quinn mentioned it the other night as well," she added. "Anything to do with your hot new brother?" she said slyly while Finn and Jeff laughed.
"I'll bet twenty bucks it does," Finn said, letting his gaze slide across the field to where Blaine and Sam were sitting and to where Kurt's attention was focused.
"You guys are crazy, that dude is sooo not Kurt's type," Jeff defended his mate, clapping a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "He's way too... erm...preppy and stuck up looking. Kurt likes em' trashy..."
Rachel burst out laughing, nearly spitting her soda out.
Kurt rolled his eyes and shoved Jeff away. Rachel continued to talk about his sexy brother and Finn wound an arm around his girlfriend as if reminding her she was taken. Rachel's infectious laughter rang out and she kissed her boyfriend. Kurt tried not to look at Blaine and Sam, his gaze moving to some of the jocks who were just tossing the ball to one another, bunch of meatheads.
"Trashy enough for you?" he asked Jeff who laughed.
"Dude, shut up! You have NOT had any of the jocks." Kurt craned his head to look, removing his cigarette from between his lips.
"Number...23 and 16," he said, looking to Jeff. "At the same time." If most people were to say this, the boy would just laugh them off. But the fact was, with Kurt, it was most likely true. He likened himself to a sort of...Brian Kinney.
"Christ isn't anyone straight anymore?" Rachel asked and Finn laughed, kissing her temple.
Kurt grew bored, stomping out his cigarette in the grass, wondering out loud if anyone wanted to go inside and the three agreed. Walking to the school, they passed Sam and Blaine. Kurt just wanted to ignore them, but of course, Jeff-the-big-man wasn't really into ignoring nerds like Sam Evans.
"Hey, Sammy," he smirked, walking over. "Haven't seen you all weekend. I missed my favorite little faggy..."
"Just shut up, Jeff." Kurt snapped, the term 'faggy' hitting a raw nerve. He didn't like actual bullying. He left that to the jocks and people who thought they were better than everyone else. He'd have no part in it, not here, and he didn't appreciate his friends being jerks too.
"Aww, c'mon, Kurt, just having some fun." Jeff laughed as Rachel winked to Blaine and blew him a little kiss when Finn wasn't looking.
"Just leave them alone." Kurt said, still not looking to Blaine. It was Blaine's first day. Kurt had had that experience, and he didn't need his friends making it harder on his...'brother'.
"Fine!" Jeff huffed as Sam shivered and looked back to the group. Had Kurt Hummel just stuck up for him? What kind of parallel universe was this?
"You sure you don't know them?" Sam asked after the group had walked on past them. Blaine stared after them, a smirk on his face. Rachel had been flirting with him, which he found highly amusing. Kurt's back looked especially tense. It was obvious he was not interested in being anywhere near Blaine. Which suited fine, but he waited, counting down from ten. Kurt would look back at him before they disappeared from sight.
Just as the group walked back into the building, Blaine hit ten and his 'brother' turned around, locking eyes with him one last time. Blaine bit his lip, suckling the whole of it between his teeth. There was definitely something between them. He had no idea what, but something had happened for sure. And Blaine was pretty sure it was heading the opposite direction of hate.
"Yeah...I'm sure..." Blaine added, after the door had shut. "Look, I'll catch you later, Sam," Blaine said as he stood up, brushing his khaki cargos off. "And I'll let you know about Friday, ok?" he said looking at the blonde.
"Oh, yeah...great! Looking forward to it," he told him, waving him off. Blaine had a few extra minutes to find his afternoon class, so he set off, not wanting to be late.
The afternoon classes dragged by and Kurt struggled to concentrate. Blaine was imprinted in his mind and he thought about him constantly. If he was getting on okay, if people were treating him well. He couldn't help it. For some reason he felt...almost protective of Blaine. He knew the elder boy said he didn't need Kurt's help, but the brunette couldn't stop himself.
Once school was over he knew he had to go home straight away. As he lit up a cigarette and slung his bag over his shoulder his cell vibrated and he looked to see a text from his mom asking if he'd collect Blaine; just in case he didn't know the way home. Kurt rolled his eyes. Why did he have to drive him?
Kurt walked outside the grounds, threw his bag in the back of his car and leaned against the bonnet, smoking his cigarette and waiting for Blaine.
When school let out, Blaine made sure to take the back exit so he didn't run into Kurt again. He planned to walk home via the beach again. It would take him the better part of two hours, but it was much better than having to sit next to his 'brother' even for five minutes.
Blaine had been doing a lot of thinking today in school about how he had behaved last night. Especially when Kurt admitted to being the one who bruised his face. And he felt that his reaction had been a little over the top and was slightly guilty for putting his hands on Kurt. There he was yelling at the brunette for putting his hands on him when he was doing the exact same thing. And neither was the right thing to do.
But Kurt had made him so angry, he had let his hormones overrule. He told himself that he would apologize to him at some point today. He would be the bigger man to admit he had done wrong. Because Kurt had never said anything of the sort to him for bruising his cheek and causing the mild concussion.
Blaine walked along the beach, his toes in the cold water, his pant hem now soaked. The sand was heavy and wet as he picked his feet up, leaving footprints in the sand. It was nice to be so close to the beach. Blaine always liked the sound of the ocean, it calmed him. And, he definitely needed the calming these days.
The sun beat down on his back as he finally headed down the street to Elizabeth's house. He paused at the front door, kicking off his sandy sneakers before walking inside the house.
"Blaine!" Elizabeth screamed when he entered the front door and Blaine jumped at the sound of her shrill voice. "Oh my God, we've been so worried!" She said, grabbing him in a hug.
Elizabeth had been concerned about her new son. The young boy had been gone for hours and Elizabeth had been scared something had happened. She had been terrified from the moment Kurt arrived alone saying he waited but Blaine didn't come out of the school.
"Well, at least you're home," she smiled and backed away, continuing dinner, informing him the food would be ready soon so he could do his homework later. She asked him about school and how it was, if he made friends and then dinner was ready.
"Blaine, could you please go upstairs and get Kurt for dinner?" she asked, smiling.
Kurt was in the upstairs bathroom, shirtless and bent over the sink, trying to self dye his hair and doing a pretty good job. The majority of his hair was black and he was currently dying a red mohawk, just experimenting.
The door opened and he didn't even look away from the mirror.
"No Mom, I don't know where Blaine is," he said in a bored tone.
"I'm sorry?" Blaine asked when he appeared in the bathroom doorway to see Kurt hunched over the sink putting dye in his hair.
Blaine had listened to Elizabeth prattle on about this and that while she made spaghetti and meat sauce for dinner. Freya and Kaylee had been watching TV in the living room while Blaine told Elizabeth as little as he could about his day. He really wasn't up for much talking. So when Elizabeth asked him to go get Kurt for dinner, he was relived to get away from her Spanish inquisition. His father would be in L.A. all week so he supposed he was going to have to get used to this.
Kurt swiftly realized that this was not his mother and he looked over his shoulder, careful of his newly dyed hair.
"Well, you're not Mom," he said, straightening up and looking to Blaine before his eyes lowered to his own bare chest, making sure he got the minimal of the hair dye on his body. He walked over to the bath to wash the dye. "Mom was scared shitless, kept wondering what if you ran into the wrong crowd...my crowd," he added with a laugh as he bent over the bath, his bottom in the air. He didn't mean to present his ass to Blaine and the seductive wiggle was truly not planned, but the young man was paying too much attention to his hair to care about how 'sexy' he looked, or didn't.
Blaine leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, his gaze on Kurt as he moved around the bathroom, going to the shower to wash the dye out.
His eyes reverted to Kurt's spine, following it to his backside. His boxer briefs peaking over his jeans. He tried not to watch as Kurt rinsed his hair, but it was nearly impossible to keep his eyes off his 'brother.'
"Yeah, well, dinner is ready," Blaine said, unmoving from his spot at the door. He fixed his eyes on the red hair dye coming out of Kurt's hair and dribbling down the back of his neck and shoulders. "You're getting that everywhere, you know," Blaine said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And there's a whole section you missed in the back."
"What?" Kurt asked, straightening up and walking over to the mirror, trying to see whatever spot was at the back of his head. He had his back to the mirror and with difficulty was trying to twist his body so he could see. He caught the slight glimpse of brunette and swore loudly, spinning around and kicking the base of the sink.
Kurt was the kind who grew upset by trivial things. When told about Dylan and Blaine, he grew angry, yes, but it was stupid, small, non important things such as missing a section of hair that brought tears to his eyes, which he angrily brushed away.
"Fuck!" he hissed, totally forgetting Blaine was here.
"Oh quit your bitching," Blaine said, walking over to him. "Lean over, already," he told him, grabbing the bottle of hair dye on the counter. He pushed Kurt's head down in the sink and used the last of what was in the bottle to saturated the missed section of hair. Using his bare hand, he massaged the color through the small patch of brunette Kurt had missed.
As Blaine fixed the problem, he suddenly realized how small the bathroom really was. His groin was pressed against Kurt's hip as he stood close. His belly burned as the hot flesh of Kurt's naked waist seeped through his khakis. His skin was so soft and so warm that Blaine trembled inwardly. It was so fucked up the way his body responded to the teen. He didn't understand it at all.
"See... all done," Blaine whispered, leaning over to inspect the area he had fixed. "The brunette looked better though," he mused, near Kurt's ear, his breath fanning gently.
Kurt was leaning on the basin of the bathroom sink with the balls of his hands against the edge and his back arched, letting Blaine do his work. His mind couldn't help but wander, placing them both in very different situations, imagining Blaine behind him as opposed to beside him and the image had nothing to do with his hair, except maybe Blaine fisting it.
When the elder was done, Kurt leaned back and examined the mess of limp black and red dyed hair and smirked.
"Brunette gets old fast," He said, seeking out a hair dryer to dry his hair and some gel to style it, he placed both beside the sink. "Thanks, though… you can go get dinner." He picked up the gel and smiled. "I think I can handle the rest."
"Hmmm," Blaine responded to his comment about brunette getting old. Honestly Blaine didn't know why he had blurted an opinion of any kind, good or bad. Like Kurt gave a shit what he thought anyway.
He started to leave the bathroom when he realized Kurt had asked him to go indirectly, but got half way out of the doorway before he stopped. He turned round and looked at Kurt over his shoulder.
"Sorry about last night," he whispered quietly, looking down for a second before meeting Kurt's eyes in the mirror. "I had no right to push you around," he commented in a soft tone. "Least of all when I was griping about you putting your hands on me."
Kurt paused for a long moment and nodded, looking to Blaine.
"I guess I could forgive you," he said in an icy tone with his eyes narrow, but a small smile broke through and he looked almost playful and shy. "If you accept my apology as well...I shouldn't have hit you and then lied about it...I just thought you could hurt my family," he turned away from Blaine and looked into the mirror. "But...you DID call me an angel," he laughed, turning on the hair dryer.
Blaine's jaw dropped when Kurt brought up the angel thing again. But Kurt's smile and laugh was so infectious that Blaine ended up smiling back.
"Well, it's a good thing I don't remember that," Blaine retorted with a smirk. "And just consider yourself lucky, 'cause it's the last time you will ever hear me call you something as preposterous as that," he sneered with a crooked smile, looking at Kurt in the mirror, meeting his playful expression.
He held Kurt's gaze, locked in the mirror for a second or two more before leaving the teen to finish his hair task.
Blaine chuckled as he hopped down the stairs. The smell of spaghetti filled the downstairs and mixed with fresh baking garlic bread that he knew was in the oven, he decided that this was the one part of living here he could deal with. It had been a century since he had had home cooked meals and not had to fend for himself because Dylan was working late.
Elizabeth smiled as Blaine came down the stairs. She hadn't really expected Kurt to come have food. She couldn't remember the last time he ate a proper meal.
"Just sit down, Blaine and I'll get your dinner," she said with a warm smile and pottered around the kitchen, asking him if he'd like a drink. She got him a can of Coke as Kaylee cried for her own soda which Elizabeth refused.
Kurt spent some time on his hair, drying carefully and spiking up the red so it stood up perfectly. No matter what Blaine said, he liked the black and red mohawk. With a smile, he walked down the stairs where his family was already finishing dinner.
Dinner was not a relaxing one, but the food was good. Kaylee was loud and Maddie banged on her tray while sitting in her high chair for most of the meal. The tiny toddler's face covered in pasta sauce as she squeezed the spaghetti with her fingers and fed herself happily. Blaine initially thought it was disgusting, but nearing the end of the meal, he had to smile. She was so cute. She just grinned at him, covered in red sauce.
Freya kept to herself mostly, twirling pasta around her fork, but not eating much. Blaine wondered about the two older Hummel's. They were definitely not good eaters. Elizabeth's cooking was rather good in his opinion so he knew that couldn't be the reason. And everyone was so small statured like Elizabeth was except for the baby. She had puffy fat cheeks and big dark eyes. She was too cute to describe even, Blaine thought as he cleaned his plate.
"You eat so well," Elizabeth commented, sipping from the glass of wine she was having. "You like the pasta?"
"Mmmhmm," Blaine said chewing his last bite. "Thanks for making it," Blaine told her just as Kurt appeared in the kitchen, his punk hair crazed in a wild mohawk.
"Dear Lord, Kurt," Elizabeth said with a chuckle. "That's an awful fancy hairdo for someone who's grounded," she told him. Blaine had to fight a smile as they all looked at the eldest. Kaylee clapped her hands excitedly, calling Kurt over so she could touch his hair. "Come have some spaghetti with us. There's plenty," Elizabeth said softly when she saw her son shaking his head. "Please Kurt, one plate. Don't make me beg," she said worriedly. "I even made garlic bread."
Kurt was smiling as he walked down. Freya made a face towards her big brother as he stuck his tongue back and scooped up Kaylee before he noticed she was covered in sauce, too. He laughed, kissed her cheek, and told her she could touch his hair when she was all clean before he let her down.
"I needed something to occupy my time," he smirked and got a drink from the fridge as his mom offered some food, almost begging. Kurt just tried to ignore the plea and smiled at Blaine.
"Better than the brunette now?" he laughed and Elizabeth sighed.
"Kurt, please!"
"I might go out to Sophie," Kurt said, walking passed Blaine and looking to his mom. "I assume I'm allowed into my own back yard?" Elizabeth didn't even manage to respond before her son shut the door and she ran her fingers through her hair.
Blaine frowned as he looked at the expression on Elizabeth's face. There was definitely something going on between them. Kurt was always so disrespectful to her. She had made all this nice food, the least he could do was eat some. Walking his plate to the sink where Elizabeth was now doing some dishes.
"I could finish these up," he said softly, sliding next to her.
"Oh how nice of you," Elizabeth said although her expression was downcast. "But I'm sure you have homework to tend to and Freya and I can get this."
"I do have some, but why don't you let me clean up tonight. I want to help, especially after you went to all this trouble," he told her. "You go tend to the little ones, I can get this for sure," he said. Elizabeth almost looked tearful as she looked at Blaine. It was nice to have him offer. She could not remember the last time Kurt had had a meal with her and offered to help clean afterwords, seemed like all she did was scold him lately.
"Alright," Elizabeth said, her hand reaching up to stroke the back of his hair as she kissed his cheek. "You are as wonderful as your father described."
Blaine blushed with an embarrassed smile at her. His father had said he was 'wonderful'? That was odd. He'd never as much even talked to Blaine about how proud he was or exclaimed he was 'wonderful.'
He absently washed the dishes while Elizabeth took the two smallest for baths. Freya was back in front of the television. Kurt was outback, tossing the tennis ball for Sophie. Blaine watched him from the window. He wasn't smiling and almost looked stressed out as he played with the dog. Either way, it looked like he had something deep on his mind.
Kurt was in deep thought. Right now he hated that Blaine was in his life because he was such this perfect son and Kurt could just never get it right. He never meant to disrespect his mother or act like he didn't appreciate her because he did, so, so much.
His mom had battled anorexia in her late teens and he knew she feared him ending up the same, to be honest, he wasn't far off from being like she was. But in this crazy period of his life, his weight was one of few things he could control along with his hair color. Everything else just seemed to happen around him, and he was always there to pick up the pieces.
Sophie rushed over with a slobbery ball and he took it, noticing Blaine looking out the window. He stiffened as Blaine's eyes looked to him and swallowed loudly. In so many ways he hated how Blaine affected him, how he caused these insecurities, this confusion. It was frustrating and almost brought Kurt to tears, but the older boy just frowned and looked away, tossing the ball and watching the chocolate lab run after it.
After finishing the dishes, Blaine headed upstairs to start on his homework. He fixed himself at Kurt's desk and began to work on his American Lit. He had about three papers to write before next week so he figured he should get started. He also had quite a bit of Calculus to wrap his brain around. It was going to be a bitch to catch up, but Blaine wasn't worried. He never had problems with school. This sort of thing came naturally to the teen. He was proud that it appeared he was eons more advanced than the others in his art class so that wasn't gonna be a problem.
However, his mind was wandering and he was daydreaming, looking out the window more than concentrating on his homework. His mind kept referring to what had happened yesterday and how he had been so hot that he had to 'take care of it' while showering. It was very unlike Blaine to have desperate urges like that. But Kurt seemed to bring out the hormonal teen in him that had rarely show its face in L.A.
He keep thinking about what Kurt had looked like, shirtless and dripping with water and soon he was squirming in his chair, his pj's becoming miserably tight again. He tapped his pencil against his lip, closing his eyes as he allowed more of the flashes to enter his mind. It wasn't long before he was licking his lips and stifling a moan. He was impossibly hard again and was more than frustrated with himself.
Leaning back in his chair, he groaned in agony. He pictured Kurt between his legs, looking up at him with those explosive, watery blue eyes. He saw his lips opening as he swallowed him down repeatedly. He gripped that colorful hair in his day dream and pushed himself even further into Kurt's waiting mouth, watching his dick emerge covered in Kurt's saliva.
"Goddamn…" he hissed to himself, tossing down his pencil onto the notebook and reaching down to adjust himself.
He swallowed hard as his hand brushed deliciously over himself. 'What the fuck is going on with me,' he wondered, sitting up straight again, 'Why does he make me do this?' He heard the door opening behind him and he grabbed his pencil and quickly put his head back in his book, pretending not to notice that Kurt had just walked in behind him.
Kurt remained outside for as long as he could because he really just wasn't in a place where he wanted to face Blaine or his mother or…anyone. He really wasn't in the mood to be here. He thought about maybe sneaking out, going to Quinn's or Finn's, but that didn't seem appealing either. He just wanted to be alone, but right now the closest he got to that was sitting outside with Sophie, tossing the saliva coated ball.
He sighed and stood up, walking back inside as Sophie rushed over, ball in mouth and nudged his leg, wanting to play. Kurt just mumbled to the pet, but she seemed to get the idea and walked away with her tail in between her legs. He was so tired, but he had schoolwork to do.
He walked into the sitting room where Freya was working up their phone bill again and he saw her using his Tommy Hilfiger backpack as a pillow. He just walked over and pulled it away without a word. She snapped at him, but Kurt just flung it over his shoulder and went upstairs.
When he walked inside his room he saw Blaine sitting at his study desk and groaned. He tossed his bags on the top bunk and Blaine jumped, burying his head in the books.
Kurt looked to him, his cheeks were a deep crimson and his face was shiny like he had been sweating. He did not look well, like he had some kind of fever.
"Blaine, you okay?" Kurt asked him, walking over.
Blaine shrugged, trying to behave normally as he looked at his book.
"Yeah...just lots of homework, why?" he asked, swallowing dryly and squirming in his chair, his hard on raging now.
Kurt looked to Blaine and wondered what work could be so hard that he looked so wrecked from it. He rested a hand on Blaine's arm and leaned in behind him, looking over the elder's shoulder, his warm breath fanning Blaine's ear as he looked to his work.
"You need some help?" He whispered for some reason.
Blaine struggled to keep his breathing normal, his eyes drifting shut when he felt Kurt's breath near his ear. God, he wanted to just throw him down and kiss him senseless. In fact, he indulged in the fantasy of doing just that right then and there. It was like a movie playing behind his eyes. He wanted to catch the newly red-headed's mouth and send his tongue so deep and so far between those pink lips that Kurt had no choice but to respond. He imagined them tumbling back toward his bunk, tearing at each other's clothes and Blaine visibly shuddered in response.
'Did he need some help?' His mind screamed. 'Fuck, yeah.' He needed to be admitted to the nearest psych ward!
"W-what?" Blaine stammered, trying to snap out of it.
"Do you need some help with the homework?" Kurt asked, one hand still on Blaine's shoulder as the other stretched out, pointing to the book, the movement changing his position so that now his body was now pressed against Blaine's. He was tired, wrecked even, emotionally and physically so he didn't even notice Blaine's predicament, something he usually would have copped onto almost instantly.
"I may not be the best student, but I know a thing or two," Kurt said and looked to Blaine who just had his eyes closed. He leaned close to him so his breath hushed over his cheek and the corner of his lip. "So…do you need me?"
Blaine froze as Kurt's body lined his and he fought a small whimper. Keeping his eyes closed, the teen bit his lower lip to keep from moaning as Kurt fanned more sweet breath against his cheek and over his lip. 'Do I need him?' his inner voice squeaked in a high pitch. What would Kurt do if he kissed him? Would he shove him away? Reject him? He imagined he would. He had been told by the ex-brunette that he wasn't his type on many occasions.
Slowly and deliberately, Blaine turned his face toward Kurt's, opening his eyes, locking their gaze. He knew his eyes must speak volumes of lust now that his body was revving to go. Blaine licked his parched lips, his eyes darting from Kurt's deep eyes to his mouth, catching sight of the shiny labret at close range.
The magnetism now sparked between the pair as they stared at each other. Blaine could not catch his breath and fought hard to maintain a normal breathing pattern with Kurt so close. His belly was trembling now and he was so hard he couldn't think straight. 'Fuck, I want him,' he thought miserably.
Kurt had seen that look before, and while usually it flattered him right now he felt uncomfortable. He remembered last night, finger fucking himself at the image of Blaine in the shower, water pouring down his slick, firm body. He couldn't remember the last time he had done that, finger fucked himself or even let someone fuck him, but damn. When around the teen all he could imagine and want was Blaine inside of him. His stomach performed flips, and he squirmed from the butterflies in his stomach. He knew that his gaze was just as lustful. He wanted Blaine just as much, but...he just couldn't.
"Actually..." he began, "You look like you got it all under control." He bit back his moan and moved away from Blaine, taking off his shirt because it was too warm, mindful of his mohawk. He then crawled up to the top bunk and got his books out, laying on his stomach to study.
Blaine bit his lip hard as Kurt rejected him, moving away once again. He went back to looking at his book wondering how in the fuck he was going to study at all in his condition.
He could hear Kurt pulling off his shirt and climbing on his bed behind him and he sighed heavily. Fuck...fuck...fuck...Blaine cursed silently, picking up his pencil.
Kurt couldn't focus as he did his homework. In the end, he just rushed it and dumped his bag over the side so it landed on the ground. Blaine was still studying and it was getting dark out. The younger teen laid down on the bunk and peered through the crack in the barrier of the bunk, just gazing at Blaine's form. He was drawn to the outline of his thick, muscular body in the dim light from the window. Kurt gazed and bit back a moan as he stared at the elder man.
Everything Blaine had written down in the last half hour was shit. He huffed as he switched to Calculus, but that was even worse. Every time he punched the numbers into his calculator, he would forget what he was doing mid way through. He ended up tossing his pencil across the desk with frustration. He had heard Kurt's bag hit the floor indicating he, too, was done with his homework and he wanted to throw in the towel as well.
Maybe some gaming would get his mind off of just fucking it all and jumping Kurt. Images of them lying side by side, jerking off together while the other watched was especially appealing, but he was trying hard to shake that thought from his head. Video games had to work.
"I hooked up the XboX," Blaine said quietly, feeling Kurt's eyes on his back. "Grand Theft Auto 4 is pretty cool. Wanna give it try?" He asked, hoping Kurt would be up for it, because he was about to lose his mind. He needed a distraction for sure.
Kurt was a little frozen for a few moments. XboX? The only time he ever played one was the demos set up in the near by gaming store. He was distracted from his thoughts of saddling Blaine's hips and riding him at the prospect of video games. He was just as big a nerd as Blaine deep down.
"I've never played it," he told Blaine and climbed down the ladder in only sweats which he adjusted to hide his semi. Blaine set up the XboX, loading the game. Damn, Kurt didn't even have a TV in his room until Blaine showed up.
Blaine started the game and handed Kurt a controller. He took it almost hesitantly and sat on the edge of the lower bunk. It took some time for Blaine to navigate through the menus. Kurt sighed and pulled a joint from his pocket.
"You don't mind?" he said, but it was more a statement than a question as he lit it up.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Kurt with a joint. He shrugged. It was his room too, he thought, but kept the statement to himself. He sat down on the bed next to Kurt after he had moved the ladder over so they both could see the TV. Blaine had hooked it up, placing it on the end of Kurt's dresser so they could both see it from their bunks.
Blaine folded his legs Indian style as he got comfortable. His knee bit slightly into Kurt's hip as the game started. Blaine explained a few of the game rules as the introduction began. He leant over close to Kurt and pointed at the different buttons, telling him which ones worked for which actions. The smell of Kurt's joint was sweet as the smoke spiraled when he took his hit. His eyes darted to Kurt's mouth, watching his lips wet the end of the blunt, sucking the thick smoke deeply into his lungs and holding it.
"We can play a few practice rounds if you like, or until you get the hang of it," he suggested, tearing his eyes from Kurt's mouth and looking back at the TV. Blaine was the master at this game. He had never been beaten, even by Rob, who basically ruled all video games.
Kurt was surrounded by the scent of the joint, and Blaine who smelt of coconut when the elder leaned into him to show him the controls. He wanted to bury his face against Blaine's neck, kissing and nipping down his body. Let his finger sift through his soft, touchable hair and his thick, masculine body while he lowered himself between Blaine's legs, and helped himself to his seemingly monster cock.
"Err..." Kurt answered when Blaine suggested the practice rounds. He pulled the splint from his lips and exhaled the smoke; head bending back exposing his long, elegant neck as the smoke spiraled out of his lips.
"You choose, I'm fine with anything."
Deciding that they might as well play some practice rounds, Kurt sat with one leg pulled to his chest and the other hanging over the edge. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was terrible at the game. But, he laughed and played anyway, the joint resting between his lips. He pulled the splint out, smoke pouring from his lips, and he smiled to Blaine, giggling as he leaned into him.
"Mmm, you want some Blainey?" he asked, holding up the joint and resting his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling his scent. "Mmm, you smell good...yummy."
Blaine stiffened when he felt Kurt put his head on his shoulder. He half squeaked as his man almost died when he was distracted.
"Erm..." he stammered as Kurt told him he smelled good, yummy even. This boy was confusing the hell out of him. One minute he acted as if he hated him, didn't want anything to do with him, the next he was touching him, flirty even. The sweet scent of the joint, and the clean soapy smell of Kurt's skin was driving him fucking nuts. 'What the fuck?' he thought in regards to the joint. Maybe the drugs would help get his mind off his semi hard on. He was fighting not to let himself get too excited with Kurt so close, but he was struggling horribly.
He turned toward Kurt, his lips brushing through the boy's hair. His mohawk had limped since earlier, and was now hanging across his forehead. He smelled so good too, spicy, almost like patchouli.
"Sure..." he whispered as Kurt held the joint out to him. Pausing the game, he slowly wrapped his lips around the splint, gliding gently past the teen's fingers, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He groaned inwardly, his eyes rolling shut as he inhaled the weed. His body escalated from partially aroused to full-on hard from one taste of his fingers. 'I'm in so much trouble,' he thought as he held the smoke in for as long as he could before letting it billow from his lips.
Kurt gazed to Blaine as he smoked the joint, his lips passing over Kurt's fingers. The brunette was already so hard and he actually moaned as Blaine accidentally touched him with his lips. Mmm...he was so hot, so sexy. The drugs clouded Kurt's judgment and he leaned in, inhaling Blaine's scent, nose bumping against his neck. He smelt so masculine, and it made Kurt's erection twitch. Oh god, he wanted him, he wanted him so fucking much.
"I'm bored of this game," he said, pressing his lips against Blaine's ear, his warm breath lingering. The soft warmth of his lips and the coolness of his labret touched Blaine's ear as he spoke.
Blaine's eyes rolled back as Kurt leaned even closer. He didn't know how much more he could take.
He whimpered under his breath as Kurt whispered near his ear, telling him he was bored of the game. 'Jesus fuck,' he thought as he felt his soft lips and cool metal labret pass over the lobe of his ear. Blaine squeezed the remote controls, his knuckles whitening.
"W-what do you w-want to do then?" Blaine said in a rush, his breath already up a notch. He slid his gaze over to Kurt who seemed to be staring at him, making him feel warm from his neck to his toes. Because he KNEW what he wanted...and he wanted it fucking now...
Kurt closed his eyes and found himself nosing the elder's hair and inhaling his scent. Blaine's hair was so soft like it was when Kurt had sat right here, singing and stroking his hair only a few nights ago.
"Mmmmm..." Kurt moaned. Maybe it was the drugs or the way Blaine was so close, but he was wild with arousal, and now he couldn't stop his need for release. "I want..." he whispered, his nose traced down from Blaine's ear while he groaned shamelessly.
His eyes moved down and he saw the bulge in Blaine's pants. He chuckled lowly, his chest against Blaine's body. He put out the joint in the ashtray next to him and moaned in his ear.
"Mmm, I want..." Kurt couldn't even finish the sentence, his mind was clouded with utter arousal, and he hissed, one hand slipping down his body as he cupped himself through his sweats, gasping from the feel.
Blaine's mouth went dry as he gasped for breath, watching as the former brunette slid a hand down his own bare chest and covered himself. Struggling with short pants, Blaine fought to keep his eyes open, hardly believing what he was seeing. Kurt was hard too, and quite possibly gonna jerk off, right here in front of him.
His brain was so fuzzy with arousal and drugs that he couldn't move. Fixing his eyes on Kurt's face, Blaine bit his lip. The boy's eyes had closed, his head falling back from the whispering near his ear. Blaine turned toward slightly toward him, leaning down, his own lips near Kurt's ear as his labored breathing fanned the inner shell.
"Tell me what you want..." he heard himself say, almost in a dreamlike state. This was so unlike anything Blaine had ever done. He had never been so hard in his life, and certainly he had never been in this state with another boy before. Blaine was not the type to tease and taunt. And he was definitely not the type to be in this position and act purely on sexual energy.
He could clearly see the outline of Kurt's dick through his sweatpants, and he remembered what it felt like suddenly. How do I know what it feels like? His brain was wracked, trying to remember why he knew. It had to have been the night Kurt hit him, and he called him an angel. He could not remember anything about that evening at all.
Tentatively, Blaine traced Kurt's ear with his lips, the tip of his tongue dipping inside the shallow crevice. Fuck, he tasted good. Blaine growled with agony, his hand now roughly cupped Kurt's cheek as he fully licked the inside of the boy's ear, moaning as he swiped across the salty skin again and again. Slowly, the two reclined onto his bunk, side by side, Blaine turning so that his thigh slid between Kurt's, nudging his erection and beneath with his leg.
The way Blaine pressed against Kurt's crotch with his leg and licked his ear sent the older boy's stomach into a frenzy of butterflies, his head was reeling, spinning. He just never felt so affected by anyone. Everything Blaine said and did was perfect. Soon, he found himself humping his 'bother's' leg, moaning. "I...I..."
"Fuck..." Blaine growled again, sucking the full lobe of Kurt's ear into his mouth, hot breath everywhere. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Blaine cursed repeatedly as he pressed his hard dick into Kurt's hip, the relief of some tension skimming through his body, but only wanting more as his belly trembled and lurched with a need he had never felt before.
"Boys!" Elizabeth called banging on the door before she burst into the room. Blaine scattered away from Kurt, grabbing the controller that was close by and restarting the game just as Elizabeth came around the bed post. "Is your homework done? Because no games until everything is finished," she warned as she leant down to look at the both of them. Blaine's face was flushed bright red and his brow beaded with perspiration. "Do you hear me?"
The moment Elizabeth opened the door, Blaine sprung away, but Kurt couldn't move from his position on the bed. The balls of his hands were dug in his eyes, and it looked as if he had a headache. He mumbled to his mother who seemed to believe that meant their work was done and she left. Kurt waited, it felt like hours before he opened his eyes, seeing Blaine's hunched form beside him, playing the game.
The older boy instantly felt the longing to touch himself return and he moaned, his hand back stroking through his sweats and the other sliding up the back of Blaine's sweat slicked shirt. Blaine was trembling and Kurt moaned so his somewhat sibling could hear his arousal.
"I can't take this anymore," Kurt growled and dove his hands into his sweats, pulling out his hard, aching shaft as his palm ran across Blaine's smooth, touchable skin. Blaine wouldn't even look to him. Kurt wanted him to, he wanted Blaine's eyes on him, he wanted those smoldering, bedroom hues gazing his way.
Blaine's character died but the elder teen didn't stop playing. Kurt moaned louder, hand fisting his cock. He growled and his head flung back while his hips moved into his hand, the sticky pre-come causing the room to fill with slick sounds of self indulgence. "Look at me..." He moaned.
Blaine gazedover his shoulder and Kurt hardened even more, feeling those eyes on his aching cock. Blaine's lips were parted, and as much as Kurt wanted to kiss him, he wouldn't. He wouldn't kiss him, not Blaine.
"You asked me what...what I-I-I want..." he gasped as he fisted his dick. "I...I want to see you!" he hissed, gazing to Blaine.
Blaine tried desperately to calm himself as Elizabeth left, keeping his focus on the game. He tried hard to think of anything, but the hot boy laying next to him, the taste of his salty skin still on his tongue, the throbbing erection leaking in his khakis. He could hear Kurt touching himself, moaning, squirming on the bed and wanted to attack him the moment Elizabeth had been gone for more than two minutes.
He looked back over his shoulder, gaze fixed on the boy now jerking himself off, his swollen dick slick and red as he slid his hand up and down the thick shaft. Blaine bit his lip. He had never seen anything so hot in his life. The frantic look on his face, so aroused, so hot, he couldn't breathe. Blaine quickly moved down next to him.
His hand fumbling with the button on his pants, hurrying to unleash his dick. He panted, his forehead on Kurt's shoulder as he struggled with his zipper and pulled himself out of his boxers. He was leaking all over and his long fingers slipped twice before he got hold of himself. Moaning in agony, Blaine began jerking himself hard, his fingers squeezing at the top as the head of his dick slid between his palm.
Kurt's breathing caught in his throat and he whimpered as Blaine's large erection was on display to him. He began to squirm and stared, mouth dry and body longing for Blaine, for his touch, for everything he had to offer to Kurt. Blaine was stroking himself swiftly and his erection was huge and angry with the pre-ejaculation seeping from the red head.
Kurt moaned with longing. He wanted to suck him off so bad, but he didn't want to stop his movements and couldn't bring himself to stop Blaine. The scene was just too hot. This fucking…angel beside him stroking his monster erection frantically.
Somehow, Kurt grew tired of his own touch and placed both hands on Blaine's shoulders, forcing him on his back. Blaine was gasping and his eyes were wide as Kurt pinned his arms over his head, quite like he did to the boy the other night at the party and he saddled his hips, their bare, hot, hard erections crashing.
Kurt threw his head back with a moan and his body shivered with utter arousal as he began to move his hips sensuously, groaning and grinding their heavy sex's against one another.
"Fuck!" He gasped, leaning in, biting down on Blaine's earlobe as he panted into the shell of his ear. "T-tell me what you want, Blaine."
"Mmm...fuck... god... Kurt..." Blaine grated as they began grinding their erections together. His cock slick with come as he continued fisting himself, spilling bits down the sides as he pushed his hips up and into Kurt's bottom. "I want you... I want to fuck you...I want to fuck you so hard..." he growled, his body desperate now. Blaine could feel how close he was to cumming and he began to pant, his mouth open as he prepared. "Please..." Blaine begged, "please touch me... now..."
Kurt's head was spinning, Blaine's words made him so hot. Oh god, he wanted Blaine to fuck him too, he wanted him to fuck him so badly, but not now. Not yet.
Kurt saddled Blaine's strong thigh, humping it for the friction he himself needed while he stretched out. He swatted Blaine's hand away, beginning to stroke his erection, thumbing the weeping head. He wondered how sweet Blaine was, but continued to pump his dick, grinding hard into his thick thigh, making sure Blaine could feel his own arousal. As he stroked his brother, he leaned in so their faces were inches apart.
"You're so fucking big…" He whispered hoarsely to Blaine and groaned from utter arousal. "Fucking huge. Mmmm, I want your dick shoved inside my tight, hot little ass, fucking the shit out of me…"
Blaine couldn't believe the words the former brunette was blurting as they came together, his hand sliding up and down Blaine's cock. He didn't think he had ever wanted anything so bad in his entire life.
"I wanna be in there...I want to fuck you so much...feel how tight you are...how hot..." Blaine muttered as he pressed his face against Kurt's smooth neck. "I want to feel you around me...I want to be so deep inside you...so fucking deep..." he groaned as their hips grinded hard together. Blaine knew he was going come any minute. "Let me feel your mouth...suck me off..." he begged, hoping that Kurt would sink between his legs in time for him to release between his perfect, candy pink lips. To his relief, he obliged, opening his mouth and taking in as much as he could of Blaine's thick appendage.
"So hot...so tight...so fucking warm..." Blaine murmured as he started to come. "Fuck, you are gonna make me come..." he whispered as he pumped his hips into Kurt's mouth, between his open lips. He didn't wait for Kurt to respond for when he groaned deeply, Blaine came hard, spurting thick, hot seed between Kurt's lips, painting his chin and neck with endless ropes of sticky come.
...
Kurt Hummel laid on his bunk bed, staring as Blaine Anderson's form jolted awake from his sleep. The young boy had fallen asleep doing the homework that Kurt had given up on hours ago. It was dark now, and Blaine had been dreaming...vividly right before his eyes and Kurt had heard every moan, every word.
Pretending to be asleep as Blaine realized what happened, Kurt shifted, now straining against his underwear after listening to Blaine dreaming of him. He was so hard, close to bursting, unable to believe what he witnessed, but he didn't say a word and just watched Blaine.
Blaine jerked awake just as he released his load violently in his pants. He was struggling to catch his breath, and his throat was parched from moaning in his sleep. Shivering, he could feel the warmth of his seed slip between his legs all sticky and wet. He sat straighter in his chair, trying to figure out what had happened.
He felt disoriented as his eyes opened in the dark room, the only light was on the study desk he had been resting his head. His eyes focused on the book still open in front of him and the pencil laying neatly beside it with very little work accomplished.
Blinking his eyes trying to get a handle on the fact that he was sitting up in a chair and had somehow fallen asleep, having the most vivid dream of his life. The fact that he had come without even jerking off, or, at least to his knowledge, was absolute insanity. 'None of that was real?' he thought miserably, remembering every touch, taste and smell of the experience.
Blaine had had a wet dreams before, but this was ridiculous. Looking over his shoulder, humiliation setting in, he prayed the Kurt had not born witness to any of this. Biting his lip, he could see Kurt's form laying on the top bunk. His eyes appeared to be closed, and he was unmoving, so there was the chance he was pretending he hadn't seen or heard anything. But, from the way Blaine's throat felt hoarse and sore, he hadn't done this quietly. He just hoped that what had come from his lips had only been grunts and moans, and not actual words.
Pushing away from the desk, Blaine knew he needed to get to the shower. His boxers were sticky and soaked, clinging to legs. He had come so hard, his body actually felt weak from the orgasm as he pushed to his feet and moved to the drawer where he kept a few things in Kurt's room.
Quietly, he pulled out a pair of clean boxers and pajama pants before he hurriedly slipping out of the room, trying to walk normally in his wet clothing. He begged his subconscious on the way to the bathroom, please let me have been quiet. He did not want Kurt to be able to gloat about this. And he surely didn't want him to know he had fantasized about him in this manner. His ego was big enough as it was.
Kurt of course, being the light sleeper he was, had heard every moan and grunt especially Blaine choking out his name. It was surreal, but unlike Blaine considered, he didn't feel proud or want to gloat. This made this it so much more confusing...and he was fucking hard as a rock from listening. Blaine...well Blaine was the definition of straight. This didn't make sense.
Still pretending to be asleep, Kurt let Blaine leave and knew there was no way he would be sleeping tonight.
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A/N: I'm so, so sorry! Next chapter will make it up I promise xD we wrote this then realised it was WAY too soon for things to happen so we made it into a dream but...well the boys kinda got the better of us soon after. They're insatiable!
