Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Blaine and Kurt belong to Glee, while the rest of the characters belong to the amazingness of CP Coulter.
Author's note: So, I'm going to make this blunt.
I've been through a shitload of crap lately, and I really don't need you people coming and dissing my story on top of that.
I don't care what you think I should "improve", just get the fuck out of my life.
I write how I want to write, so if you like it, then please tell me and keep reading, if you don't, then stop reading my fic and go procrastinate doing something else.
So no, I am probably not going to take your advice, I will write as much smut and make this story as fucking predictable as I want.
To answer one question, no they are not engaged, it's called a promise ring. There's a difference. LOOK IT UP. Also, they have been dating for 4 months now. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. I'll admit, I'm crap at timelines.
But to the rest of you who actually like my story, sorry about this little rant, thankyou for giving me good feedback, and I love you all to tiny little pieces.*less than three*
This chapter is dedicated to my beautiful 'nolieftcupcakes', she's the smut to my Klaine ;)
WARNING: Because I am pissed, this chapter will be full of A LOT of smut. DEAL WITH IT.
It was a Saturday night, which meant Kurt's choice of a date place for that night, and Kurt wanted to do something simple; something all boyfriends should do. So, Kurt and Blaine found themselves at the cinema.
They were watching one of those corny chick flicks, but neither of them minded, it was just having the presence of each other that was enough.
Kurt told Blaine that he really didn't like sitting at the front of the cinema, so they took their seats in the second row from the back.
After 5 or 10 minutes of the movie, Kurt pulled up the arm rest to lock hands with Blaine and lean on his strong, muscular shoulder.
About 20 minutes into the movie, Kurt could feel someone breathing on his neck; it wasn't like he was paying much attention to the movie anyway, what with Blaine sitting next to him and all, so he turned to look at Blaine.
"Getting wrestles much?" He whispered while trying not to laugh.
"I can't help it," Kurt could feel Blaine talking against his neck, "You just look damn sexy in that shirt."
Kurt looked down at his own shirt. He really didn't understand where Blaine was coming from; he had just thrown on the shirt that was at the top of his draw, "Seriously? It's just a plain white t-shirt."
"Mmyeah, but it's so snug on you." Blaine said in a low growl. Next thing Kurt knew, he could feel Blaine's hot wet tongue flick across his ear.
Kurt giggled and then cocked an eyebrow, "Did you just lick my ear? That's sort of gross, but at the same time, so damn hot." He turned to look at Blaine again.
His hazel eyes were wide, full of lust. Blaine licked at his lip slow, deliberately. Kurt let out a muffled gasp. Then Blaine put his fingers through the back of Kurt's hair and pulled him in really close, their lips almost touching.
"Your hair is really sexy pushed back, you know that?" He said, looking up at Kurt's hair and then looked back down at Kurt's lips. Kurt laughed at the 'Mean Girls' reference, but was hushed quickly when Blaine's tongue darted out and licked a straight line along the seam of Kurt's lip.
"Oh god." Kurt said. Blaine chortled.
Blaine apparently wanted to attack Kurt with his tongue, practically tackling him down onto the cinema chair and plunging his tongue straight into Kurt's mouth.
It was a heated battle between their tongues. Blaine was winding his fingers through Kurt's velvety hair and Kurt's hand had found their way onto Blaine's ass.
Blaine thrusted forward, causing Kurt to have a spasm that went straight to his half hard cock.
Kurt realized where they were. He pushed against Blaine's chest, and Blaine instantly retreated. "Is something wrong?" He asked.
Kurt blinked, "you do realize where we are, don't you?"
Blaine's face turned from confusion to realization, "shit." He said, removing himself from on top of Kurt and straightening up, "good thing there's not many people here. Maybe we should try and watch the movie."
They turned back to the screen, and after approximately 2.4 seconds, Blaine's hand was making it's way onto Kurt's thigh and rubbing up and down. Each stroke came closer to Kurt's crouch, where there was a noticeable bulge growing. Kurt bit down on his lip, but it only took him about 4 seconds to cave in.
He grabbed Blaine's hand, "fuck this." He said, pulling Blaine off his chair. Blaine smiled mischievously, and the pair ran out of the cinema, not really caring of the strange looks people were giving them as they burst out of the theatre, and ran down the mall, hand in hand.
They got to the car laughing. Kurt fumbled with his keys, opening the car door.
"Hurry uuuuup," Blaine whined.
Kurt giggled, "Stop whinging, you're so impatient." The keys finally went into the lock, and Kurt yanked open the car door. They both got inside, and Kurt shoved the key into the ignition.
"Well, the sooner we get back, the sooner I get to fuck you," The innocence in Blaine's tone was shockingly ironic.
Kurt looked at Blaine disbelievingly, "really? Do you WANT me to come all through my pants before we even get back?"
Kurt started driving and Blaine's only response was "Mmm, sounds good," as he started kissing and licking all over Kurt's collar bone.
"God, do you really want us to crash?" Kurt complained, his cock throbbing against his jeans.
Blaine then kept his tongue to himself then, but that didn't stop his hand from wondering over to Kurt's legs, and then he used his fingers to trail his way up to Kurt's cock, and then made circles around the area.
After what to Kurt seemed like a torturous hour (but was really only 5 minutes), the car pulled up in front of Kurt's house.
"My parents are at one of Finn's games, and won't be back till late tonight," Kurt explained.
"When will they be back?" Blaine asked.
"around 11:30." Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow, "why?"
Blaine looked down at his watch, "It's 7 now… We have 4 hours. We can get a LOT done in 4 hours." He looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes, and Kurt's brain just went blank.
He shook his head after a moment, and got out his key for the front door, "You have got to stop doing that to me."
They went inside, and straight up to Kurt's room, "I'm sorry, do you not like it when I talk… dirty?" He said the word with such a low luring tone, Kurt bit his lip.
"Your body is making me so hot right now." Blaine growled into his ear.
Kurt couldn't take it any longer. He pushed onto the bed, stripped himself of his shirt, took off Blaine's, and got straight to work leaving marks all over his chest.
Kurt nipped and licked all over Blaine's chest, grazing at his nipples and kissing at his navel. Blaine let out a low moan and Kurt trailed his tongue all the way up Blaine's stomach and reconnected their mouths, lips crashing together in pure hunger.
Blaine rolled them over, so that he was on top of Kurt, sucking on Kurt's tongue. He bit ever so slightly at Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt hummed into his mouth, sending a sensation all the way down into his pants.
Blaine started rolling forward, feeling how turned on Kurt was by all of this. The friction was doing wonders for both of their erections, and Kurt's eyes rolled back into his head.
"Fuck." Was the only form of speech Kurt could make. The rest was all incoherent mumbles.
Blaine continued to thrust, and bent down to feel the skin on skin contact of their chests rubbing together, the heat almost being too much for both of them. He leaned in to whisper into Kurt's ear, "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I am going to fuck you until you can't stand up straight."
Kurt's head rolled back onto the pillow.
Blaine trailed his hands down Kurt's smooth chest, and unbuttoned his jeans. In no time at all, all articles of clothing were on the floor, and Blaine's hand was around Kurt's cock. He stroked it a few times, and Kurt thrusted into his hand, which made Blaine smile.
"Legs out. NOW." He ordered. Kurt whimpered, and brought his legs around Blaine's waist. Blaine was internally laughing at how he could make Kurt melt by just using a few dirty words here and there.
He grabbed the lube, and was slicking up his fingers and sliding into Kurt's entrance. He pushed in and out a few times, to let Kurt adjust, but before long he had all four fingers, stretching and scissoring inside of Kurt.
Kurt was now rock-hard and shoving back onto Blaine's fingers, gasping and groaning with each blow.
"I WANT YOU RIGHT FUCKING NOW" Kurt screamed out, nearly losing all control. Blaine was surprised at his sudden ability to talk, but obliged happily, pulling his fingers out, and replacing them with his dick.
He went in and out, making a pace as Kurt arched into the sensation. Blaine angled himself just slightly to hit right where he knew Kurt liked it, and Kurt screamed out Blaine's name.
After a few more blows to Kurt's prostate, Blaine was coming inside of Kurt, with a murmur of "Fuck, Kurt" and Kurt could feel the wet warmth spreading inside of him.
That did it for him. He whispered Blaine's name, and was coming. Hard. Come went all over both of their chests, and a bit made it onto Blaine's face.
Kurt blacked out.
Oh god, that feels better. Man, apparently when I'm pissed I write a whole lot of smut. That's… new. Geez, I feel better now though. If you didn't like it, piss off :D But if you did, I'm glad you enjoyed it, I had lots of fun writing it, so please review to let me know that you did. I'll put more story into the next chapter. Until then, goodbye and I love you.
