A/N: Again, apologies, sh-tuff got in the way once more, but here, have a chapter! Thank you so much for all of your kind reviews, I can't believe how close this story is to 50. I've started uploading this to scarvesandcoffee too since authors I know and love have had their stories removed from this site for having *cough* mature content and such. Those of you who read BloodRedLust (my awesome beta)'s stories, she is now here under BloodRedLost (she had to change her name) and is now also on ArchiveOfOurOwn dot org.
ALSO this chapter contains content I don't normally write. Whilst it's not in any means 'heavy' or whatever, your opinion would still be much appreciated.
Sorry for the long A/N, that stuff just needed to be said.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee or the Hunger Games or any associated names etc. Yeah.
Kurt pushed Blaine back up against the door, slamming into it so that if there was any doubt of it being closed before, it was certainly gone now. He ripped the black shirt from Blaine's arms and moaned softly as Blaine curled one hand around Kurt's waist, the touch of his rough hands on Kurt's skin sending shivers up his spine.
"Kurt I-" Blaine began, before he was silenced once more by Kurt's soft lips meeting his. Blaine fought to bite back a groan as Kurt palmed him roughly through his slacks.
"You should get out of those before we ruin them," Kurt said, smirking.
Blaine whimpered as Kurt reached for his belt buckle, unclasping it before pulling it from the loops agonisingly slowly before dragging Blaine's silky pants down, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Blaine's boxer-briefs.
"Is this okay?" Kurt asked softly, glancing up at Blaine and almost losing his breath with how incredible Blaine's eyes looked; his pupils were dilated to the point that there was only a slim rim of hazel indicating there was ever any colour there.
Blaine swallowed thickly, tugging Kurt's shirt off his shoulders and pulling his undershirt up gently, his gaze lingering on Kurt's perfectly toned abdomen. Blaine couldn't help but hold his breath as he pushed Kurt's pants down slowly, marvelling at how someone could be so incredibly human, yet have the physique of a god.
Both boys stood somewhat awkwardly, taking the other in. Although Kurt had seen Blaine in the level of undress he currently sported, the mutual 'almost-nakedness' was something new for both of them. Something they'd never experienced before. Blaine tried to stop the blush from rising to his cheeks when he realised that certain parts of his body were responding, uh, rather well, to seeing Kurt the way he was, however he noticed Kurt seemed to be having similar issues.
The sight of Kurt standing in front of him, wearing practically nothing, momentarily delayed Blaine's brain function to the point that he did nothing but gape at how defined Kurt's body was. Kurt cleared his throat self-consciously, causing Blaine to flick his gaze back up from where he'd been eyeing Kurt's lower half, almost hungrily.
Blaine reached out and pulled Kurt close, inhaling sharply at the feeling of their chests resting together. Kurt nestled his head in the crook where Blaine's neck met his shoulder, winding his arms around his waist.
Blaine hummed in contentment, tilting his head to bury his face in Kurt's hair.
"Well this is strangely intimate considering we were practically ripping each other's clothes off before," Kurt mumbled into the crook of Blaine's neck.
Blaine chuckled, tilting his head back and lifting Kurt's chin so he could kiss the other boy softly.
"I don't care what we do, as long as I get to spend time with you."'
Kurt laughed breathily, tugging Blaine toward the massive bed.
The pair tumbled down, a jumble of intertwined arms and legs. Kurt twisted to face Blaine, a gorgeous smile gracing his features.
Blaine reached out, running his thumb over the soft skin under Kurt's ear, causing the other boy to shiver.
"Kurt I... I'm pretty new to all of these feelings. To r-romance and stuff. I've never felt so... so connected to a person before, I feel like I've known you forever" Blaine confessed, placing a soft kiss to Kurt's palm, which had been resting underneath his jaw.
Kurt smiled softly at Blaine, finding it hard to believe this boy could claim to be such a stranger to romance when he was the most kind-hearted and beautifully-minded person Kurt had ever met.
Blaine's hand moved slowly from Kurt's face down his side, nestling in the small dip of Kurt's waist.
"You're stunning," Blaine murmured, hazel eyes positively smouldering as he nuzzled Kurt's cheek.
Kurt smiled shyly, breath stuttering a little as Blaine's fingers gently ran over the sensitive skin of his hip.
Blaine met Kurt's gaze, quirking an eyebrow in question as his thumb skimmed just under the waistband of Kurt's boxers. Kurt nodded tentatively, biting his lip.
Blaine looked away bashfully, blushing.
"Is something wrong?" Kurt asked, eyes wide in a look that could only be described as anxious.
Blaine sighed shakily, "I just don't know where to go from here," he confessed, meeting Kurt's eyes once more.
Kurt smiled, his self-consciousness quickly replaced with relief "I just think we do whatever feels good. And just like you said, I'm happy to simply be spending time wi-"
Blaine cut Kurt off, rolling on top of him and silencing him with an open-mouthed kiss.
"Well this works too," Kurt commented, his voice muffled by Blaine's cheek.
Kurt let out a shaky gasp as Blaine rolled his hips down to meet Kurt's, moaning slightly as the friction heightened his awareness that he was, very much, attracted to males.
Kurt reached out to tangle his hands in Blaine's hair, causing him to let out a high-pitched whine.
Kurt chuckled, "Shh, I think they can hear us down in the Careers' apartments," he muttered.
Blaine huffed, "Don't...care" He panted, his thoughts far away from the sneering faces of the other tributes, and focused entirely on the gorgeous boy he was with.
Tina sat awkwardly across from a rather nonchalant Santana in the dining area of the District Twelve apartment, having met in the apartment lobby. Despite her best attempts, Santana had been unable to convince Tina to not go back for a while, and now they occupied two opposing chairs at the table, avoiding meeting each other's eyes with the occasional... sounds coming through from Blaine's room.
"Fiona and Nicholas said they'd be back in time for dinner," Tina stated, trying to ignore the moans that were coming through the thin walls of the apartment.
"Sounds like Blainers is having fun," Santana commented, completely oblivious to Tina's attempts at hiding her discomfort.
Tina cleared her throat awkwardly, "So yours and Blaine's costumes were a hit in the para-"
There was a loud thud followed by a muffled groan, causing both the women to jump.
"Shit, Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt hissed, grabbing down for Blaine's hand where he'd tumbled from the bed to the floor, knocking his head in the process.
Blaine just chuckled, sitting up slowly.
"'m fine," he mumbled, touching the back of his head gingerly.
"That was fun," He added, with a cheeky smile.
Kurt snorted, running a hand through Blaine's curls.
"Ow," Blaine whined, pouting, "Kiss it better!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Blaine, you claimed to be fine five seconds ago. What changed?"
Blaine shrugged, nudging Kurt's nose with his forehead and whining.
"God, you're such a child," Kurt commented, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Blaine's head before pulling him up.
"Come on, I think we should...uh, clean up a little bit."
Blaine nodded, grateful that he got his own bathroom and wouldn't have to face the possibility of the others being back yet.
Blaine pulled Kurt in for a quick hug, "You can have first shower," He murmured, carding a hand through Kurt's hair, before stepping back to admire Kurt's figure. Kurt leaned in again, kissing Blaine briefly before sauntering off in the direction of the bathroom.
Blaine flopped down onto his bed, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face. He closed his eyes, feeling suddenly overwhelmed at the day he had had.
Kurt stood in the shower, basking in the warm water cascading over his shoulders; the water like hot needles massaging his back in some pleasantly painful way. He couldn't believe that he'd met Blaine merely hours ago, yet they'd connected so well. He couldn't fight a smirk when he remembered just how well they'd been connecting a few minutes prior, but Kurt was slightly worried with how quickly he was falling.
The potential for heartbreak was so high.
Kurt wandered back into Blaine's room, smiling at the sight of the boy lying facedown in his bed, unable to stop himself ogling Blaine's ass. He crept over to Blaine, placing a hand on his firm shoulder before leaning down and placing a kiss to his jawline.
"Shower's free," Kurt whispered, "Also can I borrow a pair of underwear...mine are currently, uh... not in fit state for wearing."
Blaine rolled over, chuckling at Kurt's blush.
"They're over there," Blaine said, pointing towards a small bag, "...I think," he added. He had been given some basics upon his arrival to the Capitol, and could only hope that underwear was a part of those provisions.
Kurt shuffled over to where Blaine had pointed, "You should go have a shower so we can meet up with the others," He stated, unzipping Blaine's bag before turning away self consciously.
Blaine heaved a sigh, trudging into the bathroom.
Kurt, Blaine, Santana and Tina all sat around the large mahogany table of the District Twelve apartment. Santana kept smirking at the two men, and, whenever she caught their eyes they'd look away, faces turning bright red.
Thankfully, for three of the quartet, Nicholas and Fiona bustled into the apartment, diffusing most of the awkwardness as the pair tumbled into chairs, smiling at the tributes and their stylists.
"So," Fiona began, her nasal voice piercing Blaine's ears, and, judging by the facial expressions of everyone else, theirs too.
"Tomorrow you," Nicholas pointed to Blaine as he spoke, taking over Fiona, much to her annoyance, "And Santana," he continued, "begin your training for the Games. Now, as I'm sure you're both aware, you'll be doing a fair bit of training, and it's important that you make the most of your down time. No sneaking off."
Santana glanced at Blaine, smirking. He glared at her in response.
"Little Blainers here might have a problem with that," She said, earning an eye-roll from Kurt, and another blush from Blaine.
Tina met Kurt's gaze, unable to fight the small smile curving her lips. It was very rare to see Kurt acting like he had been that day, excessively chirpy and with an undeniable spring in his step. She knew that Blaine was at least three quarters of the reasoning behind this change – not to mention the fact that this was his first time working for the Capitol in the Games. It was an exhilarating prospect.
Kurt raised an eyebrow at Tina's searching look, "What?" He mouthed, sighing when she just shook her head, turning to face Santana.
"And once training is completed and we've watched you in the interviews and the sponsors have had a chance to check you out, it'll be the Games. How are you two feeling about it?"
Blaine's stomach dropped. He'd been so swept up with Kurt, and all the new feelings he'd been experiencing that he'd almost completely forgotten about the Games. Dying.
Kurt must have seen the colour dropping from Blaine's cheeks, as he felt a warm hand clasp his own, the pad of Kurt's thumb rubbing the top of Blaine's hand softly.
Santana glanced across to see Kurt and Blaine exchanging looks, deciding that it was up to her if the conversation was to continue any time soon.
"Well, normally I'd say something about how District Twelve is where the badasses are from, and sure, I know how to defend myself, but this is something completely new. I really don't know what to expect..."
Blaine nodded, finally back in the conversation, Kurt still gripping his hand tightly.
"Yeah, it's the whole 'not knowing what to expect' that's getting to me. Before I got here, I was at terms with the idea that I'd be killed within the first five minutes, but now I kind of want to get at that Karofsky guy from District Two. He really pisses me off," Blaine admitted, chuckling.
"Not to mention you have something to live for..." Santana muttered.
Blaine shot her a dark look. While he did have feelings for Kurt, and Kurt sure as hell reciprocated them if their previous levels of debauchery were anything to go by, he didn't necessarily want Fiona to know. He figured that Nicholas was Kurt's family, and would no doubt find out sooner rather than later, but he'd hold out on everyone else finding out for as long as he could.
"Alright, so I think we should eat and then get some sleep, yeah?" Nicholas asked, smiling at Kurt briefly, who nodded distractedly in return. His fingers were still intertwined with Blaine's and he really had no desire to move, however he wasn't sure how well either of them would manage to manoeuvre their cutlery single-handedly.
Reluctantly, Kurt removed Blaine's hand from his grasp, not missing the small pout that crossed the other boy's face.
"I'm sorry Blaine, but as adorable as you are, it has been a long day and I'm starving."
"I thought we sated our appetites earlier," Blaine murmured, his voice rough as he tried to sound sexy. Kurt snorted quietly, unable to stop his laughter and Blaine joined in, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, that was awful, wasn't it?"
Kurt nodded, still laughing.
"Oh God Blaine, you're shocking."
Blaine smirked, "I'm just glad nobody heard me... I've never heard of a relationship between a tribute and their stylist before... is it even allowed?"
Kurt shrugged, "I don't know, but it's not like it's going to give you any advanta- oh."
Kurt's eyes had lit up briefly, his eyebrows raised in realisation.
"What?" Blaine asked, nudging Kurt.
"Nothing, I... nothing, I just remembered something I uh, have to fix for the outfit for your interview..."
Blaine nodded, not quite believing Kurt, but not wanting to push him.
"Okay then," Blaine said, smiling, "Let's eat!"
Kurt nodded, smiling absently as he picked up his knife and fork, meeting Nicholas' gaze.
Sooner rather than later, they were going to need to talk.
A/N: I've got finals coming up, but will hopefully have more time to write now
