Something New:

a story of Klaine 'firsts'

This continues straight on from the last chapter, but you probably don't have to have read it to understand this.

And no warnings are needed for this - yay!

~First time they reveal their secret identities as superheroes/wizards, prompted by aridnie

"What just happened?" Blaine asked, sounding somewhere between shell-shocked and sedated.

Kurt glanced over his shoulder to grin at his boyfriend, who was sitting on the bathroom floor, his back against the shower screen. Blaine was still naked, wet hair dripping onto his shoulders, the fat droplets of water trailing down his chest and back. His eyes were half-closed, head slumped forward, forehead resting on his bent knees.

"Shower sex," Kurt said simply as he swiped a hand across the bathroom mirror, where the steam that still lingered was making a valiant effort to thwart his skincare regime.

Blaine let out a tired chuckle, turning his head sideways so he could watch as Kurt squeezed another dollop of cream onto his palm and began rubbing it onto his face.

"It was good," Blaine murmured, then his face creased into a frown. "Right?"

Laughing gently, Kurt shot his boyfriend another look, unable not to smile again at the sight of him. Blaine looked so thoroughly debauched that it was almost embarrassing. His eyes were hooded, lips raw and swollen and his whole body slack, as if he'd just run a marathon. But still he stared up at Kurt, his golden gaze questioning, so full of an absolute need to be sure that everything was all right.

"It was wonderful," Kurt assured him, taking less care than he should've to apply the last of his cream, and then abandoning the mirror to move over to Blaine, holding the towel slung around his hips as he kneeled down next to him. "You are wonderful. Always."

Blaine looked vaguely pleased at the compliment, and smiled against Kurt's lips when he leant in and kissed him softly, slowly, languidly. As if they had all the time in the world. Kurt lifted a hand to skim his fingertips across Blaine's cheek, coaxing his head up as his fingers moved down Blaine's neck, over his collarbone, tickling and teasing in a lazy, absent way. Kurt's light touches keep trailing down, until he could feel Blaine's heartbeat under his skin, the heavy, sluggish thud resonating through his body.

For a moment the room was silent, but then Blaine groaned and sat up a little straighter, pushing his lips insistently against Kurt's. It wasn't hard or forceful exactly, far more affectionate than that. Kurt smiled at the thought that Blaine was trying to nuzzle against him, bury himself in his neck or his shoulder like he sometimes did at times like these, but none of that was close enough so he just pushed into the nearest part of Kurt he could find. Sure enough, it took only a moment for Blaine's lips to slide off Kurt's mouth and onto his chin, kissing under his jaw and then settling on his neck, pressing against there, tender and smooth.

"I love you," Blaine whispered into the skin. "Even if I don't always understand you."

Kurt smiled at the words, laying his cheek against Blaine's hair as he replied, "What's not to understand?"

Blaine made indistinct noises for a second, trying to simultaneously push up against Kurt's cheek and down against his shoulder and in against his neck, closing his eyes and mouthing at the skin that seemed to surround him.

"How did you know what I was doing in here?" he finally mumbled, a hand reaching up to tilt Kurt's head forwards so Blaine's lips could reach to ghost by his ear.

"I could hear-" Kurt broke off with a sharp inhale, his heart stuttering as Blaine's skimmed his teeth over his earlobe. "I could hear the- the shower," he tried again, eyes fluttering closed, "and I could tell that you weren't- uh...in it."

Blaine was still kissing around Kurt's ear, his breaths loud and moist, assaulting every sense and seeping into Kurt's blood like flames, licking all through his body from his head to his toes.

"How do you do that?"

"I just- I just learnt how to tell. It's like- God, Blaine... – it's like a superpower."

The words made Blaine chuckle, which did utterly unfair things to his mouth on Kurt's ear.

"You have a superpower?" Blaine asked, straightening his legs as his other arm wound around Kurt's side, pulling him closer.

Kurt hummed in reply, twisting his body so it aligned better with Blaine's, ignoring the hard tiles against his knees as he moved to straddle his lap. Blaine groaned as Kurt settled over him, pulling back to watch as Kurt tugged the towel off his waist, throwing it to where their clothes were still piled beneath the sink.

"Does that make you a superhero?"

"I guess it does," Kurt shrugged, leaning in to kiss Blaine's forehead and push away lock of still-wet hair. "But I get to design my own costume. And no cape!"

He added the last part just as Blaine opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again, expression disgruntled.

"Why no cape?"

"Haven't you seen The Incredibles? Jet turbines, missile fins, elevators, vortexes – capes and superheroes should never mix. Besides, they don't work with my figure. Not at all flattering."

"Hmm..."

Blaine grumbled weakly as Kurt skimmed a hand down his side, settling on his hip and tracing the bone with his thumb.

"But if you want to be my sidekick, I can design a cape for you. You'd be able to pull one off, I'm sure."

"Really?"

"If you want."

Smiling, Blaine leant in close, his lips settling inches away from Kurt's. Their eyes met for a second and held – so relaxed and comfortable and right. It didn't matter that they were naked and on the bathroom floor and talking about superhero costumes, of all things. Because this was perfect, just the way it was.

"My hero," Blaine whispered, and Kurt chuckled as his boyfriend closed the distance between them.