Heart Puppeteer
Part Ten
The group trailed morosely back into Dalton, Wes and David carrying the second place trophy between them and debating what could've been done, demanding a post-performance review to determine why they hadn't brought home the first place trophy.
"Can we do it tomorrow, Wes?" Nick asked, leaning exhaustedly against Jeff. "Today, well, this whole week has been a bit nuts and we're all tired. I want my bed."
"Fine," Wes conceded, "but I expect every single one of you in the choir room tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp."
"Eight?!" Nick shrieked in horror, but, rather than complain about the absurd earliness of the meeting, the group simply ran for the stairs and their rooms, before Wes changed his mind.
Kurt turned to Blaine, eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears, as they reached the door to his room and Blaine started to release his hand. "Don't leave," he murmured. "If it…if it's not your name-"
"Don't think about that right now," Blaine interrupted, squeezing Kurt's hand tightly and trying not to consider the horrific possibility. "We'll see the name now, in your room, and we can cross that obstacle if we come to it."
Kurt's hand shook violently where it was entwined with Blaine's as he opened the door slowly, illuminating the room and the bed where they'd lain together not so long ago, breathing heavy, the ghosts of each other's names dying on their lips. "I love you," Kurt whispered, meeting Blaine's eyes as Blaine sat down on the bed, nervous beyond anything he'd ever felt before, trying so desperately not to think of what could be coming.
"I love you," Blaine replied softly, tilting his head up for a slow kiss. "Go on, check. Who is it?"
Kurt managed a small smile and turned to his mirror, untucking his shirt and pulling it up to expose his right hip. Blaine heard a sharp intake of breath and Kurt turned slowly back to him, eyes filled with tears. "Kurt? Who is it?"
"It's you." The whispered words were possibly, maybe, certainly the most beautiful Blaine had ever heard. "Blaine…it's you. You're my soulmate."
Blaine finally let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees in front of Kurt, running his fingers wonderingly across the dark shapes of his own name against Kurt's skin, feeling Kurt shake and looking proudly up at him, smiling brightly. "Oh God, Kurt, I…I just love you. I love you so much. You're my soulmate."
"Yes, yes I am," Kurt whispered happily, eyes shining with happiness. "And you're my soulmate. We're soulmates." He breathed in shakily, squeezing Blaine's hands tightly where it rested on his hip. "I was so scared. I thought it wasn't going to be you. I thought-"
"Shush, I'm here, it was always going to be me," Blaine murmured, getting to his feet and smiling into Kurt's eyes. "Just like it was always going to be you. We were destined for each other, Kurt. I'm going to love you for the rest of my life."
"I love you." Neither of them could be quite sure who moved first, but they were instantly kissing, feverish and needy, wrapped up in each other, toeing off shoes and catching fingers in belts and buttonholes as they staggered towards Kurt's bed, collapsing into it with Kurt beneath Blaine, pushing blazers from shoulders and flinging the garments aside, clutching desperately at each other as they rolled over and over, tangled together so completely it could be permanent, each feeling like they were finally coming home.
"Is this okay?" Blaine asked nervously, undoing the first few buttons of Kurt's shirt and sliding his hand inside, finding so much soft, warm skin that he wanted to hold and sustain and cherish.
"More than okay," Kurt promised, breath hitching and a high, broken whimper escaping him when Blaine's fingers found his nipple. "Ohh, Blaine, please. I want you so bad."
"I love you. And I respect you. Are you sure this is what you want?" Blaine couldn't help the uncertainty creeping into his voice after everything that had happened in the space of such a short month. "Because I…really, I've been ready since I got Marked, but if you're not- oh." He abruptly cut himself off when Kurt's lip twitched in a shaking, nervous smile and he tentatively took Blaine by the wrist, guiding his hand down to rest on his crotch, sighing as Blaine bit his lip and cupped his through the grey material. Intoxicated by the feel of Kurt, hard beneath his fingers, hard for him, Blaine squeezed and heard Kurt moan above him, looking up from the hypnotizing sight of his hand resting on the bulge in Kurt's trousers to see Kurt's eyelids fluttering, his mouth hanging open as he panted towards the ceiling, two spots of colour high in his cheeks.
"D-don't stop," he groaned, hips canting upwards into Blaine's hand. "Oh God, I - ah - I'm starting to see why you f-fainted when I did this to you." Blaine watched, mesmerized, as Kurt writhed on the bed for him, mouth working desperately around broken gasps and wanton moans.
"Kurt…you're beautiful," Blaine whispered, quickly unbuttoning Kurt's shirt, pushing the material away from his body and sweeping it aside and off the bed without a second thought before returning to kissing Kurt hard, climbing on top of him and pressing him down into the bed.
"Why did you stop?" Kurt whined, his arms strong around Blaine as they rocked together, slow and steady and making solid heat press in from all sides. "Don't stop, I said it, don't ever stop touching me."
No sooner did Blaine have his hand on Kurt again, their tongues twisting together, than Kurt cried out, burying his face in Blaine's neck as he came, shaking violently, his fingers digging painfully into Blaine's back. Blaine held him close, achingly intimate, as he slowly came down, pulling back to smile dizzily at Blaine. "Wow," he breathed, voice ragged and low.
"Wow indeed," Blaine said with a smirk, brushing a lock of hair back from Kurt's sweaty forehead. "Do you want me to go back to my room now?"
"But you didn't…I was the only one who…um, you know what I mean," Kurt fumbled, ducking his head in embarrassment. "Wait…did you?"
"Turns out you are also really, really hot when you come," Blaine said with a shrug, happily watching the way the blush of pleasure spread up Kurt's face and how his smile grew with joy. "Much hotter than me, I'm sure."
"Oh, I don't know," Kurt teased. "I think I'd need to do a little more experimentation to figure out that conclusion." He plucked at the grey material stretched over Blaine's knee. "These should come off. Everything should come off."
Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt once more, fiddling with his belt buckle, their arms bumping awkwardly as Kurt tried to unbutton his shirt simultaneously, resulting in dissolving tension as their breathless laughter filled the room, smiling into each other's eyes and separating to undress before joining together again, breathing against flushed skin as quivering bodies met, a rhythm of pounding heartbeats and cracked moans echoing from wall to wall.
When Kurt finally gained the courage to give Blaine what every inch of his being craved and cried out for in tremulous tones, Blaine held tight to Kurt's hips, jerking violently against him when Kurt's fingers curved inside him for the first time, perfectly fitted to him, like they belonged there, so intimate and perfectly hot. "B-Blaine, I…l-love…Blaine, y-you-"
"I - oh - love you too." Fighting against the urge to close his eyes and fall into the feel of Kurt, twisting and scissoring and stretching and so right inside him, Blaine reached up to pet at Kurt's hair, tangling his fingers through the thick strands and pulling him down into a kiss, all hot passion and pent-up need and lustful want. "I love you so much. I want you so, so much."
"You feel so good." Kurt's whisper was in a voice rough and low, his eyes dark when Blaine met them, burning with some deep, animal heat that made Blaine's stomach twist up with delicious, nervous anticipation. "You're so beautiful. You're sexy, and you make me feel sexy. I'm going to try and make this so good for you."
"This is going to be over embarrassingly quickly," Blaine admitted softly as Kurt retracted his fingers and fumbled for a condom and lube, blushing at Blaine's gaze searing hot on him.
"It doesn't matter," Kurt reassured him, reaching out a hand to smooth along his thigh in a gesture of comfort so intimate it stole the breath from Blaine's lungs. "We're young and we're impatient, and we have all the time in the world to practice."
Blaine smiled at Kurt's reassurance, glad to have him and have this perfect moment, those walls of heat pressing in around them again as Kurt swayed above him, his hands planted either side of Blaine's head, looking down at him concernedly. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.
"For you? Always," Blaine promised, hand gliding up Kurt's right side, pausing to caress his thumb across his name on Kurt's hip. "I love you. You're not going to do anything wrong."
"Mm, tell that to the nervous newly-Marked virgin with an amazingly hot boyfriend," Kurt muttered, more to himself than to Blaine. "Oh God, sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. Will you be my boyfriend?"
Despite trying to stop himself, Blaine burst out laughing. Kurt looked so hurt he immediately felt awful and silenced his snorts, assuring him, "No, it's not you, I promise. It's just such a strange time to ask, but of course I'll be your boyfriend. Yes please."
Kurt grinned and lowered his head to press a long, slow kiss to Blaine's lips, a slow burn of passion growing and growing between them, crawling its way beneath their skin as the blunt pressure of Kurt's cock pressed at Blaine's hole, almost seeming for a moment as if it wouldn't fit until Kurt pushed in, inch by agonising inch until he was fully-sheathed, both of them trembling all the while, pressed perfectly together in all the most intimate of ways, two puzzle pieces slotting into each other without a hitch, sensations so intense they couldn't be real rushing through them all at once, assaulting their senses and leaving them with spinning heads and pounding hearts.
"K-Kurt…you feel so good," Blaine gasped, his words trailing off into soft moans as Kurt moved shallowly inside him, watching over him to make sure nothing hurt him, so concerned and so gentle and so loving it made Blaine's chest ache with love. "It's like…like our bodies were made to fit together."
"What's it like?" Kurt asked curiously, hands tracing down Blaine's arms, following the discernible veins running beneath his skin. "How does it feel? Am I doing anything wrong?"
"You couldn't be doing anything more right," Blaine assured him. "You feel…so amazing. You're filling me up, and you're big but not too big, it's like…you fit exactly to me. You feel perfect. What - oh - what's it like for you?"
"T-tight," Kurt stammered, his hips thrusting hard forward, apparently of their own accord, and making Blaine stutter out a cry, hands twisting in the sheets and toes curling into the mattress. "Warm. Perfect. But I wish…I wish I could just feel you."
"One day," Blaine promised, trying to concentrate on correctly articulating the words and not melting into Kurt and the promise of smooth, flawless, wanting flesh to mark up and make his. "One day, we'll just feel each other. We'll have that time."
The unspoken words - not today, today I just want it fast and hot - hung in the air between them. Kurt apparently heard the unspoken plea, his hips snapping forward and back faster and faster, kissing Blaine sloppily with too much tongue and teeth to muffle his cries of intense pleasure, the slap of skin on skin echoing hotly around the room, the bed creaking like an ancient wooden boat in a thunderstorm, the headboard clattering violently against the wall until finally Kurt tore his mouth from Blaine's, burying his head in Blaine's neck and biting into the juncture between neck and shoulder to muffle his scream of Blaine's name as he came, Blaine following not a second later with a shout, coming so hard his vision went pure white for a moment.
Kurt moved slowly, sluggish with afterglow, disappearing temporarily to his bathroom and returning with a dampened washcloth, slowly cleaning Blaine off, intimate and tender, and shooing him out of the bed to change the sheets. "I'll have to figure out a way to wash those myself, because there's no way I'm getting them to housekeeping without being so embarrassed I crawl into a hole and die," he murmured as he tugged Blaine back into bed, lying close to him with the duvet tugged back around their hips, smiling dopily at him.
"Oh please, the mess is mostly my fault," Blaine scoffed happily, reaching out to gently caress Kurt's cheek. "I don't know how to thank you. For loving me, for letting me be yours, for giving me this chance to be with you, for being so perfect in bed no matter what you might think."
"I think you're flattering me far too much," Kurt giggled quietly, clearly giddy in the aftermath of their intense, amazing orgasms. "You're not so bad yourself, boyfriend."
They lay in the quiet for a while, Kurt doodling random words into Blaine's chest, the slow sound of their matched breathing the only noise in the comfortable silence. "Do you think," Kurt said softly, "if we lived in a world where people weren't Marked, and they had to figure out who their soulmate was for themselves, we'd still have found each other?"
"Kurt, this, what we have," Blaine laced their fingers together, pressing their palms close, touching and feeling and tasting with the tips of their fingers, "this is so much more than the names on our skin. Did you know, a lot of people only ever end up being friends with their soulmates? It's still a deeper emotional connection than anything else they'll ever know, but they can fall in love with other people and remain utterly platonic with their soulmate. It happened to my father, his soulmate is actually my godmother but they're just close friends. Us, falling for each other, being in love, this doesn't just happen for everyone. It's more than just me, and it's even more than you. It's us, and we would've met no matter the world we lived in. It might've been in college, or at a bakery or in a café or a park or a gym, or even somewhere perfectly average like a staircase, but we would've found each other and fallen in love just the same way we have now."
"God, I love you, you hopelessly romantic dork," Kurt sighed happily, kissing his temple and curling even closer, half-lying across Blaine's chest. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Blaine replied simply, curving an arm around Kurt's waist and almost melting into the warmth of his body as they kissed.
"So what happens now?" Kurt asked as they parted, the dull light of uncertainty in his eyes again. "I mean, obviously we're together, and we're soulmates. But what happens if I transfer back to McKinley? Senior year? College? Adult life? Marriage and maybe children? Will we manage to stay together and make everything work? What do you want from this relationship?"
"I want your love," Blaine answered truthfully, stripped bare of his inhibitions and his worries, simply a boy, basking in love. He rolled over to suspend himself above Kurt, smiling down at his beautiful soulmate. "It's all I'll ever want, now and forever."
"Then take my love," Kurt murmured, his body rising to meet Blaine's.
It's over. It's been quite a ride. Thank you to all my lovely readers and reviewers, and thank you for enjoying my tale.
Hope you enjoyed this final installment, and please let me know if you did! :)