Disclaimer goes here: sure, you're tired of hearing, but gotta say it. Glee isn't mine. Blaine and Kurt aren't mine – I just make them fall more deeply in love with each other. And touch each other. We're gonna start getting into the lemonade a bit from here on in, folks. Thanks to Glee68 for putting up with me!
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Chapter 8
"Okay, kids. I need you up and packed by 8:30am. Set your alarms, call for wakeup calls, morning people wake up the night owls – whatever it is you need to do to get up in time, do it, because I do not want any stragglers. If you miss the flight, you are on your own getting home."
A chorus of Yes sirs and Got it, Mr. Schue was heard through the conference room.
"All right, see you all in the morning. Sleep well! Hey Blaine, have you made arrangements for where you're going to stay?"
"Um, I had actually been hoping to hang out in one of the guys' rooms tonight. I could get my own room somewhere, but it'd have to be at a different hotel because this one is kind of booked solid."
"Let's see – I don't really feel comfortable putting you in with Finn and Kurt for obvious reasons, but the room that Sam, Artie, Puck, and Mike have I think has a sofabed that you could crash on. Or if you really wanted to, you could crash with me."
"Sounds great, Mr. Schuester. I think I'll go ahead and hang out with the guys. No offense, but regardless of the fact that you're not MY teacher, you are an authority figure…"
"Totally got it, Blaine. Boys, I'm sure you'll make Blaine feel at home?"
"You bet, Mr. Schue – we'll take goooood care of Blaine," smirked Puck.
The boys all met in the larger room, and Puck spoke for the group. "Okay, guys, we're going to do you a solid. Our rooms are right next to each other and have connecting doors. After Schuester comes through for bed check, Blaine and Finn are going to do a switch. All of us have agreed to keep our mouths shut, so there's no reason you guys shouldn't share a room. All we ask is that you guys remember to switch back to the correct rooms in the morning so Schue doesn't catch on, and that you guys don't get too loud with each other." Puck waggled his eyebrows.
"Oh hush, Puck. Not that it's any of your business, but we are NOT at that stage in our relationship."
"La la la la la," sang Finn with his hands over his ears. "I don't tell you things, you're not going to tell me things. I won't be able to live in the same house with you if I have certain mental pictures, Kurt."
"Agreed. Don't worry about us – we don't plan on doing anything you haven't already seen us do in public."
The boys helped Blaine and Finn situate their belongings in the correct rooms, and then said their goodnights. As soon as the connecting door was shut, Blaine pressed Kurt up against the wall in a passionate embrace and kissed him deeply.
Kurt ran out of air and broke away from the kiss gasping. "Wow Blaine, that was amazing. But you did hear me, though, right? You know nothing's going to happen?"
"Of course I do, Kurt. I know we're not ready for much, and I totally intend to respect your limits. I know you will be entirely respectful of me as well." He chose his next words carefully so he didn't scare Kurt off. "But I was kinda hoping we could take a LITTLE bit advantage of this private room. I am dying to touch a little more than just your hands or face, Kurt."
Kurt hung his head a little and blushed. He was a little embarrassed because he was so inexperienced, but he was excited, too. "I want that too, Blaine."
Blaine took a seat on the edge of the bed and reached his arms out to Kurt. "C'mere baby. Come sit with me." He squeezed Kurt tightly to his side with one arm. "Now, I'm going to try a couple of things with you. I'm going to ask you first if what I'm doing is okay, and then once you consent to something I'm going to assume it's okay 'til you tell me otherwise. You always get to tell me no if you want and I'll stop right away."
"That sounds really good, Blaine. Thank you. I feel kind of like a baby having to have you treat me like this, but I really appreciate it. I really do need it to be this way, and I am so lucky to have a boyfriend who understands my needs."
"Kurt, I love you. I would do anything for you. And if it means I get to get closer to you, I'm all for it."
He leaned closer and placed a butterfly kiss on Kurt's neck. He shuddered as he felt Blaine's breath on his skin.
"Was that a good shiver or a bad shiver?"
"A good one. A really good one."
"Kurt, can I untuck your shirt?"
Kurt nodded in the affirmative and started to grab his shirt. Blaine grabbed his hands and stopped him.
"No, no, Kurt. This is my job. Let me, please?"
Kurt put his hands down as Blaine untucked his shirt. "May I touch you?"
"Yes," breathed Kurt softly.
Blaine gently kissed Kurt on the lips as he slowly slid his hands underneath Kurt's shirt. "Holy crap, Kurt. What have you been hiding under your clothes? You are totally buff!"
Kurt flushed. "I've been working out in the weight room at school. Puck and Finn insisted. They thought it might help with Karofsky just in case anything got physical."
"Well, I approve. I figured you'd be toned since I know you take really good care of yourself, but this is a happy surprise. And I'm glad to know the guys have been looking out for you. Even though Karofsky isn't a threat anymore, a little extra strength doesn't hurt."
"I don't know how much good it would do," Kurt scoffed. "Internally I am still a big wuss."
"Oh you are not, Kurt! You're still the strongest person I know, and I'm not even talking physically. You and your dad – the Hummels are made up of all sorts of great things.
"Now, where were we? Ahh yes, I was feeling up my sexy boyfriend's amazing chest." He tugged on Kurt's shirt. "Can this come off?"
"Um, really? Why?"
"I was kind of hoping my eyes could enjoy the same treat my hands have been enjoying. But you don't have to – I am more than happy just to be able to be close to you, Kurt. Remember, nothing you don't want to do."
"No, it's okay. I just can't imagine why you'd actually want to look. I'm nothing special to see."
"ENOUGH, Kurt. That's enough. I won't have you talking smack about my beautiful boyfriend that way. You don't see yourself clearly. At all. When I look at you I see everything I could have ever wanted in one package, and part of that is how amazingly attractive you are to me. My heart skips a beat every time I see you."
Kurt's heart melted. "Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Okay, I can lose the shirt."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, I am. You said all the right things, and I feel good about it."
Blaine reached for the buttons on the shirt and started undoing them. Well, trying to, anyway. He was so excited, and so NERVOUS!, that he was fumbling with them. Finally Kurt had to place his hands on Blaine's to steady them and look into his eyes. No words were needed.
At last the final button was undone and Blaine was able to open Kurt's shirt. A big whoosh of air escaped him as he took a good look. And the looking was GOOD.
"Blaine, you're practically leering."
"I can't help it, babe. Looking at you is like living in one of my wet dreams. You're amazing!"
"Wet dreams, huh? And just who do you dream about?"
"Well, let's see here, there's Daniel Radcliffe, I've always had a thing for Harry Potter, and…."
"Oh you tease!"
"I'm just kidding sweetie. You KNOW I only have eyes for you. And besides, I'm not being a tease if I intend to deliver."
At that moment, Blaine gently urged Kurt to lie back on the bed. He hovered over Kurt while using his hands and lips to touch and kiss him all over his face, neck, and chest. Blaine nearly had his entire body on top of Kurt's before Kurt felt himself getting dangerously aroused. Too much more and he would embarrass himself, and he wasn't ready to go there tonight.
He frantically cried out, "No, too much, too fast. Gotta stop."
Blaine immediately flipped himself onto the bed next to Kurt and groaned, "Oh my GOD."
Kurt thought Blaine was complaining and felt very small at that moment. "I'm sorry, Blaine, it's just that – "
"No Kurt, it's fine. Totally fine. More than fine. Awesome even. I have never, ever been this turned on in my life. It's really good you stopped us. I could've easily been convinced into something we're not ready for, and I don't want to do that to us."
"Just for the record, I really enjoyed that. I… I almost enjoyed it a little too much."
"Me too, sweetie. Me too. And that would have been okay, too. That's why there's towels, showers, and washing machines, right?"
Kurt looked up at his boyfriend and laughed. "I guess you're right. Hey, look at the time. We should really get to sleep or we'll never get up in time to make the plane. Much as I'd love to spend some time in New York with you, I'd like to survive to come back here some day."
Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, I gotta agree with you there. You want the bathroom first?"
"Okay, thanks. I won't be too long." Kurt rummaged through his suitcase and grabbed some clean pajamas to change into.
"Oh, and honey?"
"Yes?"
"Leave the shirt off."
"Um, okay. But that means you gotta leave yours off, too," Kurt said as he quickly scurried off into the bathroom.
Blaine smiled. This being in love thing definitely suited him. And having a boyfriend who, while naïve and inexperienced, was willing to play and explore was awesome, too. Though he could see himself having to deal with blue balls for awhile. His pursuits above the waist were easy enough for Kurt to handle, but Blaine knew that anything below the waist was going to take awhile. That was more than okay, though. Even an idiot could see that Kurt was worth it, and Blaine was no idiot.
Blaine quickly stripped and tossed on some sleep pants. Though he usually went commando under his pajamas, he figured this would not be the time to do so. Not only that, he figured he could probably use a little extra "support" in that area if he was going to be sleeping next to Kurt.
He was propped up against a couple of pillows checking his email on his phone when Kurt came out of the bathroom. "It's all yours," he said.
Blaine hopped up and grabbed his toiletry bag. "I'm just going to brush my teeth and I'll be right back out."
He was so quick that Kurt was still standing next to the bed, obviously debating something in his head.
"What's up?"
"I was just wondering how we're going to do this?"
"It's simple. I'm going to get in the bed, and you're going to get in the bed, and then we're going to cuddle as we sleep. Easy peasy. Do you have a side you prefer?"
"Um, yeah. I'd kind of like to sleep to your left. I..uh, I really want to lay with my head close to your heart so I can hear it beating as I fall asleep. God, that's so cheesy!"
"Actually, that's really kind of beautiful. I hope you'll allow me the same opportunity the next time we get to share a bed."
Kurt smiled sleepily as he cuddled up into Blaine's side. He rested his right ear on Blaine's chest and draped his left arm across his stomach. Blaine gave the sleepy boy in his arms a gentle squeeze and kissed him on the top of the head.
Blaine quietly began to sing.
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, I really must say,
Oh Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
Kurt fell asleep with a huge smile on his face. So did Blaine.
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Hmm, I know I like a firm pillow, but this is ridiculous, Kurt thought. Mmmmm but it's nice and warm. And it's…moving?
Kurt woke up somewhat confused until he remembered where he was. He was curled up in virtually the same position he fell asleep in – ear on Blaine's chest, listening to his heart beat. Right… he thought. Yesterday, best day of my life. Which means now I'm in bed, alone with my boyfriend. Which means it's a damn fine morning, too.
Until he noticed where his hand was. He groggily followed his arm and found his hand. In Blaine's lap. And while Blaine didn't notice that his hand was there, something else did. And it was eager to greet him.
"EEP!" Kurt squeaked and jerked his hand away, which ended up waking Blaine.
"WHAT? I'm up! What's wrong?"
"Um, yeah, I'll say you're up."
"Huh?" He looked down. "Oh yeah, well, this is embarrassing. But is that a problem? 'Cause if you're scared of me, we're gonna have a little more work to do than I thought."
"NO! No, not at all. It's just that, I realize it's morning and all, but I think I might be partially responsible for that today."
"Well yeah, I dream about you all the time. How can I not? You're hot and you're mine. The stuff the best dreams are made of."
"I'm flattered, but I think it's because I woke up with my hand there."
"HOLY CRAP, you mean that wasn't a dream? I totally dreamt that you had your hand on me this morning and it felt so good, but I must have been semi-conscious at some point if that really happened."
"Oh God, please kill me now," Kurt mumbled into his pillow.
"Awww my poor little Kurtsie, so embarrassed!"
"Don't make me smack you, Blaine. You know I'm all buff now!"
"You know you wouldn't, though, 'cause you love me and you think I'm sexy and you totally want to grope me in my sleep again."
"BLAINE!" Kurt yelled as he chased Blaine into the bathroom.
"Um Kurt? I assumed this was 'party of one' in here. Unless you really WANT to join me in the shower."
"I can't take you anywhere, can I? You are absolutely incorrigible. Take your shower. ALONE. I'm gonna get your crap ready to toss back into the boys' room."
"Hey adorable?"
"What?" Kurt huffed.
Blaine reached around Kurt from behind and gave him a huge squeeze and then rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "I love you!" he said with the world's cutest puppy dog face.
"I'm going to have my hands full with you, I can tell."
"THAT'S WHAT HE SAID!" Blaine yelled as he spun around and ran back into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut before Kurt could run after him.
"Ass." Kurt muttered. "Supermegafoxyawesomehot ass."
"I HEARD THAT!" Blaine yelled from the shower.
Oh Blaine, Kurt thought. Your clothes are SO going in the other room. They are ALL going in the other room. Every last piece. He heard the water running and Blaine singing in the shower. He decided to take a chance and jiggle the doorknob. Unlocked. PERFECT.
Kurt was able to sneak in and grab Blaine's discarded clothes and all the bath towels. He left the hand towels and washcloths behind. Oops, bath mat – better grab that, too. He quietly slipped back out and dragged everything into the connecting room.
"Hey Kurt? How was your night last night? Did you get any?" asked Puck.
"SHHHHHHH! I hear the shower turning off over there. Wait… for….it…."
"KURT!"
"Aaaaand that's my cue. Sorry boys, gotta fly. I'll be hiding behind Santana, Mercedes, and Lauren – they'll save me."
Kurt dashed out of the room just as Blaine burst in with a bedspread around his waist, his hair dripping wet.
"WHERE IS HE?" he growled.
The guys all took one look at Blaine and cracked up. Sam started snorting, and Artie just about fell face first out of his chair.
"You just missed him, dude," said Puck. "The boy can run fast – we should have kept him on the football team as more than just our kicker."
"So what'd you do to deserve this kind of treatment, Blaine?" asked Finn. "Kurt usually doesn't start things, but he's pretty good at finishing them."
"I may have gone a little too far this morning."
"WHAT? You didn't push him into doing anything he didn't want to do, did you? Because I swear to God I will kick - " threatened Finn.
"What? NO! No, no way! I wouldn't ever do that to Kurt! I love your brother and I promised to follow his own pace and I will never, EVER break that promise." He shook his head. "Please don't ever think such a thing about me again. I would NEVER."
"Okay, I believe you. But really, what happened?"
"Hey, can you show me where Kurt hid my stuff? I'll have this conversation with you, but I'd like to change out of this bedspread into something that's been washed this year. Hotel bedspreads are nasty if those news shows are to be believed."
"Sure – it's all over in the corner over there. You go ahead and change, and I'll get my stuff back in Kurt's room, and then we can talk for a few before we have to catch the shuttle bus to the airport."
After the boys were situated, Blaine and Finn sat down. Of course, Artie, Puck, Mike, and Sam didn't want to miss this conversation so they stuck close by.
"It was nothing horribly serious or anything, but apparently I have yet to figure out exactly what his limits are when it comes to teasing. VERBAL teasing," he was quick to assure Finn when Blaine saw him cringe a bit. "Don't worry – I'm not telling you a single thing about anything physical that may or may not have happened."
"Good," Finn said with relief. "I still don't want to hear about that stuff. But I'll tell ya, Blaine, here's how you can tell when he's had enough. He can take whatever you throw at him as long as he has something to throw back at you in return. If he stops responding to you, it's time to stop because stick a fork in him, he's done. He can take a lot, and he's a good sport, but he does have his limits. Stop before he gets there and you'll avoid being left alone in a hotel shower with no clothes or towels," Finn said with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm not gonna live this one down, am I?"
"Absolutely not," stated Puck. "We have to have SOMETHING to hold over your head. Until we get to know you better and dig up other dirt on you, this is as good as anything else."
Blaine shook his head and laughed. "Well, thanks guys. Even though you now have great blackmail material, I still feel as though I fit in with you guys way more than I ever have with anyone else."
"You're all right, Blaine," said Sam. "You're a good match with our group. Don't be a stranger."
"All right, I suppose I better go find my boyfriend and grovel."
"He's in the girls' room. He said he was going to be hiding behind Santana, Mercedes, and Lauren. I wish you much luck – those girls are frickin' scary when it comes to protecting Kurt."
"Are you scared of them, Puck?" teased Blaine.
"Hell yeah! You've seen Santana when she's pissed! Here's some advice. Keep your hands over your groin at all times."
"That's what got us in all this trouble in the first place," Blaine whispered to himself.
"What?" asked Finn.
"Oh nothing, nothing," Blaine said quickly. "Gotta run. I'll see you guys on the bus!"
Blaine grabbed his and Kurt's luggage and went down the hall to the girls' room. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The face that peeked out was Santana's. Shit. "Is Kurt in there?"
"So what if he is?"
"Could you please tell him that his extremely remorseful boyfriend is here to grovel and kiss his feet if necessary?"
"Hmmm, sounds intriguing. I might like to see that. Kurt, are you accepting visitors?"
"Maybe. Does he look sorry?"
"Yes."
"Is he bearing gifts?"
"No, but he did haul all your crap from your room down here without help. I've seen how much luggage you brought with you, so I think that should be considered a mark in his favor."
"Does he have that impossible to say no to puppy dog face?"
Blaine quickly plastered the puppy dog look on his face.
"Oh jeez, Kurt. How the hell do you ever resist that look?"
"That's just it. I can't. Hi Blaine," Kurt said as he came to the door.
"I'm sorry for teasing you, sweetie. Apparently I haven't learned your limits yet. Please forgive me?"
"Turn off the puppy dog, Blaine. I can't think."
Blaine wiped the look off his face. "Is this better?"
"Well, it's getting there. But your lips would look a lot better if they were on mine."
Blaine's face lit up with a huge smile. "Your wish, my command." He put his arms around Kurt's waist and leaned in for a deep kiss.
"Shit that's hot."
Kurt rolled his eyes and reluctantly broke off the kiss. "Santana, give it up. We are not having a threesome."
"I had to ask. You know how to find me if you ever change your mind."
"Perverts. My friends are perverts."
"Yeah, but you love them."
"I do. But I love you more, Blaine."
"I love you too Kurt. Am I forgiven now?"
"Yes, you are forgiven. Now, let's go down to the bus. Mr. Schuester will be wanting to get moving soon."
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A/N: Yep, I like to add in little tidbits about Chris Colfer and Darren Criss, and the Daniel Radcliffe/Harry Potter and Supermegafoxyawesomehot references were a nod to A Very Potter Musical/A Very Potter Sequel – youtube 'em or check out my profile for links. And of course, Kurtsie, while used as a term of endearment here, refers to a Kurt Hummel fan. *points to self* card carrying Kurtsie, right here.
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