AN: I'm late. Sorry... I'll make the next chapter longer, because this is almost laughably short next to the last few. Will a rec make it better? You know that steampunk Au with kitty!Kurt and werewolf!Blaine? The first chapter was posted a few days ago. It's M rated. It's amazing. Go read it.
Blaine stayed up for over an hour after Kurt had fallen asleep in his arms. He looked so...soft. Seriously, the hair was gloriously silky, and the skin was so damn smooth and such a lovely, pure white. Blaine smirked. His marks would stand out proudly on his boy's neck, proving to everyone exactly how taken Kurt is. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt didn't stir at all, probably exausted from the past two weeks. He raised an eyebrow, a thought coming to him.
Very slowly, he brought his hand to the hem of Kurt's shirt and very, very carefully slipped his hand up under the silky pajamas. He stroked along Kurt's abdomen softly, using his valued restraint to keep from groaning. Kurt's skin was even softer then he had imagined.
He simply had to touch it all.
He spent nearly an hour mapping out Kurt's body, carefully tracing every slight muscle. He ran his hands along Kurt's legs, squeezing the thighs and lingering on his ankles, imagining how he'd tie them to the bed some day.
Some day. He pouted slightly, though he'd never admit to it. He planned on taking Kurt's virginity on Christmas. He'd decorate one of the nice, secluded common rooms, with a tree and candles and presents, just for him and Kurt. There'd be several presents under the tree, those that their friends and family had sent, as well as his for Kurt and Kurt's for him. He'd open his gift from Kurt, probably an article of clothing or something musical, though it didn't really matter. Whatever Kurt gave him would have been carefully and lovingly picked out, and therfore fantastic. He'd thank Kurt, before making a speech about their love and their future. Then, he'd give Kurt the ring.
Kurt would be so happy that he might cry with joy. He'd kiss Blaine, and the kiss would deepen, and then Blaine would give him his cue, telling him how much he loved and wanted him. Kirt would find it to be the perfect moment, the most romantic time to say he was ready. Blaine would make love to him, nice and slow and steady. It would be perfect, just like Kurt deserved.
Christmas was several weeks away though, and he couldn't really make use of the Kurt doll if his actual Kurt was with him as much as he wanted him to be. (His schedual amounted to them spending only five hours apart each day, with them only seperating for classes and the time he'd set aside for showering and other bathroom activities.)
He sighed, sweeping his hands below Kurt's pants and on to his ass, each hand taking possession of one of the tight cheeks and gripping gently yet firmly. Kurt wiggled a little in his sleep, but it only managed to snuggle him closer to Blaine. Blaine smirked.
"You like that, baby?" he whispered in to the dark room. Kurt obviously didn't register what he was saying, but he sighed contently. Blaine smiled. Even when sleeping, Kurt always knew how to respond to him. "Yeah? Me too. I doubt I'd ever remove my hands if I had the choice."
He didn't really have the choice for the time being though, so after a few moments he reluctantly removed his hands, before resting one back on Kurt's ass above the pajama pants, and placing the other on the back of Kurt's head, to keep it in place in the crook of Blaine's neck.
He drifted happily off to sleep.
Kurt awoke to find one of Blaine's hands playing with his hair, and the other resting lightly on his...bottom. Kurt blushed a little at that, but didn't shift to move him. After all, now that Blaine was his boyfriend, it was kind of his right to touch, wasn't it? Besides, he was much too cozy to move. He felt incredibly warm, pressed up against his boyfriend's side.
"Good morning, beautiful boy," Blaine said softly, before leaning in and connecting their lips. Kurt smiled in to the kiss, loving how soft, sweet and relaxed it was. Blaine pulled back after a moment, tugging lightly on his bottom lip as he pulled away. "Did you sleep well?"
Kurt nodded, smiling. Blaine was always so caring.
"It was the best sleep of my life," he answered, giggling lightly. Oh, crap, he probably sounded so stupid. Blaine grinned, leaning in to peck his lips again.
"Good. Now that we're official, I expect my boyfriend to share my bed every night." He smirked, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's cheek. "You don't have a problem with that, do you, precious?"
Kurt's heart stopped for a moment.
"Not at all," he sighed, burying his face in Blaine's neck. Precious. Was that his official boyfriend pet-name? If so, he loved it. It was unique, and luckily not darling, as that was what he'd picked out for Blaine.
Blaine grinned, sliding his hand down to Kurt's thigh, and pulling Kurt's leg over his body, while the other arm wrapped around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt managed to keep from squeaking in surprise, though his face flushed heavily at how incredibly close they were, and how much he loved the feeling of Blaine's warm body between his thighs. Blaine smiled happily at him, and moved his hand from on top of Kurt's thigh to stroke surely at the small of his back. Kurt shuddered, and managed to blush even more, knowing that Blaine could feel it. Blaine didn't seem to mind though, simply pulling him closer and nuzzling in his hair.
"Mm," he growled lowly. "I love you."
Kurt grinned in response.
"I love you too," he said softly, before twisting around to connect their lips. Blaine hummed and quickly deepened the kiss.
Warblers practice was probably Blaine's favorite part of the school day. It was a chance for him to surround himself with boys who would stare adoringly, and Kurt was one of them. Every day, Kurt would listen to him sing with a dreamy smile on his face, those pretty eyes shining in admiration. Kurt would sit close to him during meetings, and whisper his cute little comments at every ridiculous statement that came from Wes' mouth. Blaine would always chuckle at his wit, and, whenever Kurt said something particularly clever, lean in to him and stay there. He noticed that Kurt put extra effort in to his sarcastic notions once he'd realized what caused Blaine's actions. He'd be sure to remember that whenever he felt the need to influence Kurt's actions.
That was all before they'd begun their official courtship. Before, Warblers had been fun. Now, he wanted it perfect. He wanted everything to become perfect in Kurt's life that he was connected with now that they were together, so his boy would realize how great his life would be with them as boyfriends. He'd started with Warblers. Today, it would be announced that Kurt would be offered the chance to audition for a solo at Sectionals.
Blaine bounced his leg in anticipation. Kurt would be thrilled, and they'd probably spend plenty of time together going over song choices and practicing. He'd insure that Kurt's audition was flawless.
Once Kurt was established as the other top soloist, the Warblers wouldn't even question their many duets.
It would be perfect.
AN: Sorry about the length, I decided not to write the actual Warblers meeting, because I suck at writing large-group interactions. (Which is terribly inconvient, as that book I mentioned earlier is about a boy being intergrated into a werewolf pack, but I'm sure I'll improve eventually...)
I love that some of you mentioned liking my depressing past stories for Kurt. Crushing his soul is actually extremely interesting to write, because you feel awful and oddly giddy at the same time. No wonder RIB are always messing with the poor kid...
Right, yes. I think it's time for a random question. It's rather deep this time, because I felt like deepness. Hey, even if you despise my story, you get to self-reflect. Self-reflection is good for you.
What do you want the most in regaurds to your children (you can create immaginary children if you have none) and why. I don't mean something super broad, like 'happiness', because obviously everyone wants their children to be happy. I'm looking for something more specific. Like, I've always wanted to be able to raise my kids without blinders to the world. I want them to be completely unsheltered. I want them to understand that the world is messed up, and I want that knowledge to drive them to change it. I want my kids to analyze people, and I want them to make their own decisions, starting when they're young. Maybe I'll raise a few cynics, but I want them to be strong, to understand that they'll always, always have me to fall back on, but never need to do so. I guess I just want to know that my children, no matter what, are going to be able to survive, completely alone if they have to. I want my children to be like Bruce Wayne. They sacrifice to make the world better. I want them to, at the end of the day, know that they ultimately made a difference.
I suppose it's because that's what I've always wanted to do. I want to change things, but nobody ever prepared me for the world. I figured it out all on my own, and yeah, I'm fine, but still. I'm not saying that I don't want my kids to have those years of childhood wonder, because you can bet your ass that they'll know every song from every Disney classic, and that they'll play Robin Hood and Superheros in the woods, and that their mother is going to read them a story every night and sing them to sleep. I want that for them. I just don't want that to overshadow the fact that our world is ridiculously corrupted.
Right then. That was over-explained...So, how'd you guys like this chapter?
