It was actually quite nerve-racking, for some strange reason.
The whole situation felt so serious. Kurt was invited to Blaine's apartment, and by the way the evening was phrased, it hinted at Kurt staying the night.
The idea made Kurt's face grow hot.
He was busying himself by zipping Max's hoodie. His son had his backpack slung over his shoulders, filled with extra clothes, toothbrush, and his stuffed Dalmatian Max had named oddly Kenny.
Santana had agreed to look after him for the night, since Rachel had a callback for Funny Girl and was therefore unavailable. "Listen, while I'm more than happy on the potential of you getting laid, I do have some conditions," she had told him when he had come up to her at work. "Firstly, he can come to my apartment because we have Netflix and you don't. And second, I'm probably going to feed him pizza and soda. 'Cause I can't cook for shit."
Which is why they were waiting outside of Kurt's building for Santana to arrive, and in the meantime Max had looked quite distressed.
"What is it, honey?" Kurt asked, sitting back and looking his son in the eye.
Max wasn't looking at his father's face, rather at his shoes. He twisted his mouth, shrugging his shoulders. "Are you...are you always gonna sleep at Blaine's house?"
"What? No, of course not," Kurt said. "It's...it's like a sleepover. We're just having a sleepover."
"But," Max raised his head, "Blaine's your boyfriend. And Lindsay at school said her mommy is living with her boyfriend 'cause Lindsay lives with her daddy and her mommy lives in Michigan."
"Oh, Maxie…" Kurt put his hands on Max's arms, smiling at him gently. "Everyone's family is different. I'm going to be seeing you tomorrow and I promise we'll both be sleeping in our own beds." He pushed away some of Max's brown hair to try and sooth him. "Besides, you've slept over at Santana and Rachel's apartment before."
"Why can't I go to Blaine's house, too?" Max asked.
Kurt hesitated. "Um...well, because we'll probably do boring stuff. Like talk all night. It won't be any fun. Anyway, Santana said she's going to have pizza, and you don't want to miss that, do you?"
Instantly, Max's face lit up. "Is it pepperoni?"
"I don't know, you'll have to find out!"
Soon enough, Santana's cab pulled up to the curb. She exited the car, and while Kurt knew she was trying to maintain a impassive attitude, he saw her smile with delight at Max's excitedness. Not even she was immune to his personality.
Kurt informed her about bedtime and the routine and how he needs to brush his teeth. She listened, but waved him off when he started rambling, telling him that she could handle a five-year-old for one night.
Max hooked his arms around Kurt's neck when they had their goodbye hug, and was clutching so tightly that Kurt had to physically pry his son away, planting a kiss to his forehead. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?" he told him, noticing Max's pout. "I promise."
Max nodded, allowing Santana to take his hand and lead him to the cab. He turned back to Kurt, waving at him. "Bye-bye, I love you!"
Kurt smiled and waved back. "I love you, too."
There's was only a few minutes Kurt had all to himself after the two had left. His arms were hugging himself and he had unintentionally began pacing on the sidewalk, beginning to do his panic-worry mode, where he was debating whether this was a good idea, if this was too big of a step in his and Blaine's relationship, if Max would be okay, if he should bail before screwing everything up…
However, Harold had pulled up in the fancy, sleek black car, stepping out to properly greet Kurt with his snow white hair and rosy-cheek smile. "Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Hummel."
Kurt relaxed his shoulders. "Hi, Harold."
Harold had held the door open for him, and Kurt stepped inside.
If anything, the ride there was more unnerving. For the first time, Kurt wished the car wasn't so quiet, so he wouldn't be alone with his thoughts. Harold was focused on driving, leaving Kurt to do nothing but stare out the window and go over the same worries again and again…
He didn't even know where exactly Blaine lived, or if he was too under dressed. It was a simple, purple maroon sweater that had a collar peeking out underneath, his denim skinny jeans a dark blue. He was going for a casual date attire, but what if Blaine lived in a high class home? What if really he was meant to wear a tie?
They drove farther into the heart of Manhattan, passing Central Park. The buildings here were towering, whether they be hotels or historical attractions. The late afternoon still had plenty of traffic and pedestrians, clogging the streets and sidewalks. However, to where Harold pulled up to, the people were sparse.
Kurt couldn't even see the entire building from his window. It was one of those hotels only the richest of the rich could afford, with its classical architecture and trimmed bushes on either side of the deep green carpeted stairs. A bellhop in a uniform walked up and opened Kurt's door for him, tipping his cap.
Okay, Kurt was sure he was dreaming.
He stepped out, head craning up to soak in the massiveness of the structure, when another voice called out his name. "Kurt Hummel?"
A pretty, young Asian woman was walking down the stairs, her dark flowing hair highlighted brown bouncing with every step. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and cute sea green top. Her smile was friendly when she approached Kurt, and she held out a hand for him to shake. "I'm Tina Cohen-Chang, and believe me, I've heard so much about you."
After shaking her hand politely, he slowly nodded. "Oh, Tina! You're Blaine's-"
"Assistant? You betcha! And now my job is to assist and get you inside." She smiled wider, gesturing to follow her.
The lobby was nothing less than lavish, with its velvet rugs, marble floors, and...holy shit, a crystal chandelier? Kurt was tempted to pinch himself or ask if he was really at the right place when him and Tina walked inside an elevator.
She pressed a button marked 'PH' and folded her hands in front of her as the doors closed. "So," Tina said to Kurt, her smile never leaving her face. "What do you think so far?"
"It's…" Kurt motioned around them, "really fancy."
Laughing, she replied, "Oh, you haven't seen nothing yet."
Kurt guessed they were at the top floor when the doors finally opened, and Tina strode over to a door opposite of the small hallway. She took out a key, unlocking it before turning to Kurt. "Have fuuuun," she sang, pushing it open for him.
While with the first footstep inside had Kurt's breath taken away, he was greeted with a rather furry creature.
"Oh!" He widened his eyes at the barking dog hopping on its white paws, tongue lolling out and tail wagging rapidly. It was a border collie, with black and white fur long and groomed. Carefully, he reached out and patting its head, petting between the ears. The dog licked its tongue back inside their mouth, dropping to sit and keep wagging its long tail.
Kurt kept scratching at the ears, seeing how the dog was happily tilting its head towards his hand, and leaned down to look at the collar. There was a silver, bone-shaped tag reading, 'Lacy.'
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lacy," Kurt said with a smile.
Lacy yipped in reply.
"Kurt?" called a familiar voice from another room.
After swiping his hands on his pants, Kurt stood and walked that direction, Lacy right at his heels. He tried not to be overwhelmed by the apartment-no, penthouse. It was a difficult challenge to maintain.
For starters, the entryway was probably the most mundane part of the entire home. The flooring was a lightly colored hardwood, connecting to other rooms. The walls were a simple white, making the decorations like paintings stand out. But with the area Kurt entered in next, he had to stop in his tracks.
It was huge. Spacious and elegant, one gigantic room including the kitchen, living room, and dining set in between. Two of the walls opposite to Kurt were nothing other than windows, large squares extending from floor to ceiling, viewing the top of Central Park's green trees and the Manhattan skyline.
"Hi!" said Blaine from the kitchen, where he was twisting some dials on the oven. Even the kitchen was impressive, with its dark mahogany cupboards and shiny counter tops, not to mention all the appliances were modern and spotless. Well, except for the center island, which had bowls, spoons, opened boxes, and spilled ingredients scattered all around it.
Kurt gave his boyfriend a curious look. "What's going on?"
"Well," Blaine said, going towards him and glancing around at his mess. He was dressed in black pants and a yellow button-up, the top two undone. "I was trying to make dinner." His smile was glowing when he reached Kurt, and quickly gave him a hello kiss.
Kurt separated with his eyebrows raised. "Dinner?"
"Yeah, how do you feel about spaghetti and meatballs?" he asked. "Oh, and garlic bread!" He jutted a thumb at the oven. "That's baking right now."
"You...are making dinner?"
"Yes," Blaine said, giving Kurt a funny look. "You're surprised?"
"No, I…" Kurt hesitated, feeling flattered. "No one's ever cooked me dinner before."
Blaine grinned. "Well, then it's an honor."
He offered to show Kurt around until supper was ready, and Kurt said sure, although he wondered how on earth there could be more to see.
As it turned out, Blaine's penthouse included two bathrooms that had both tubs and glass door showers, three guest bedrooms that looked like they were barely being used, and not to mention Blaine's own bedroom, with windows much like his living room's. Kurt didn't even know what to say-although he was certain this place could hold ten of his own apartment.
"Yep, I've got the whole floor," Blaine told him, their hands linked as they finished the tour back at the living room. "You wanna see the balcony?"
"Wait," Kurt dropped their hands, walking past the plush sofas, the stainless steel coffee table, the modern fireplace and came to the back corner, where the windows met and a grand piano sat. It was black and glossy, just waiting to be played. "Do you play?"
"Of course," Blaine said, coming up beside him as Kurt took a seat at the bench. "Do you?"
Kurt nodded, his fingers hovering over the keys. It had been ages, but he hadn't completely forgotten everything.
Tentatively, he began playing a melody his mother had always loved.
The music seemed to flow about the penthouse, taking up space in its vast area. Kurt may have missed a few notes, or hesitated now and then, but the song was comforting to the overwhelmed state he was in before.
As he reached the end, he felt hands placed on his shoulders, and knew Blaine was standing right behind him. "It's beautiful, Kurt," he said softly. The pads of his fingers massaged down on Kurt's shoulders, and Kurt stuttered with playing for a moment. He debated whether stopping altogether until he felt a pair of lips brushing on the back of his neck.
Kurt exhaled into a smile, aware that he was most likely blushing at what Blaine was doing. His boyfriend's kisses were tender, lightly grazing over a spot on his skin before moving to a next on, sending shivers all over Kurt's body. The soft mouth pressed kisses trailing down from under his ear and whatever space was available above his collar.
Letting his fingers rest on top of the piano keys, Kurt let out a small laugh and said a little breathless, "Maybe we should eat first?"
"Shit, right!" And with reluctance, Blaine hurried back to make sure the garlic bread wasn't burnt.
Blaine admitted during their meal that this was actually the first dinner he had made all by himself. Kurt assured him it was perfect-and it truly was. The dining table was long and could seat about a dozen, but the two sat together at one end. There were tall, flickering candles and cloth napkins on their laps. Background music played in the kitchen from an iPod and speakers. The sun had since sunk over the horizon, giving the room an orange glow to it.
"So, how's Max this evening?" Blaine asked, taking a sip of his red wine.
"He's probably having the time of his life," Kurt sighed, twirling his spaghetti on his fork. "I wouldn't doubt if Santana gave him a pizza and let him watch whatever movie he wanted."
Blaine laughed. "Oh, man. You let Santana look after him?"
"Well, she's not that bad," Kurt teased. "Besides, Rachel has her callback tonight. For the lead in Funny Girl."
"No way." Blaine looked impressed. "Broadway's Funny Girl?"
"Mhmm." Kurt let his eyes stay fixed on his noodles, pushing them around to get on his fork.
Blaine noticed his shift in behavior right away, and asked, "Is that bad?"
"No! No, it's amazing. I'm so happy for her…" Kurt trailed off, groaning because usually he wouldn't admit this last part out loud. "I'm just...a tad jealous, I suppose. I mean, it was my dream way back when to perform on Broadway, that's why I came to New York and NYADA in the first place, but…"
"But?"
Kurt looked at him. "Blaine, I can't just...run off and perform now! I have my job and Max."
Blaine gave him a sad smile. "Kurt, you're incredibly talented. You should be on stage no matter what your situation. You deserve it."
For some reason, Blaine's words inspired him. Kurt was a dreamer, that hadn't died, however they have seemed to be halted ever since those responsibilities popped in his life. Choosing not to ponder on it for too long, Kurt shook his head and grabbed his wine glass, saying before taking a sip, "Did you know Max's birthday is in two weeks?"
Although it was obvious Blaine knew he was changing topic on purpose, Blaine was intrigued, asking what Max wanted for presents.
He was cut short by his cell phone vibrating against the table top.
The two men's attention turned to it, and shining bright and clear against the screen were the words: Cooper is calling.
Blaine scowled, reaching to hang up when Kurt said, "I don't mind if you have to take it."
"No, trust me, he's the last person in the world I want to talk to."
Kurt tilted his head. "Is it still about the family business deal?"
Blaine nodded, his phone completely turned off and shoved inside his pocket. "Yeah, he's sort of determined."
"Well-" Kurt stopped himself.
"What is it?"
"I was just...going to ask…" Kurt said slowly, setting his glass back on the table. "Why not? Is it just because you don't like the company?"
"No, the company is great. I'm happy for it and it's success, but," Blaine sighed. "It's just...it's not for me."
"How do you know?"
"I-I-" Blaine pressed his lips together to halt his stuttering, then raised an eyebrow at Kurt. "I thought we agreed this would be a peaceful evening?"
Kurt laughed. "What, talking business isn't peaceful?"
"Not when there's a thousand better things we could be doing," Blaine told him, his voice gone a notch lower and his elbows leaning forward.
The room's temperature suddenly went up about fifty degrees, so naturally Kurt gathered his plates and declared himself full before standing and heading to the kitchen.
He didn't even get enough time to worry about his embarrassing reaction to apparent wooing as he set his plates in the sink when Blaine came beside him, doing the same. They were quiet and close enough to the iPod, able to hear the newest song playing through the speakers.
Kurt perked up, automatically saying, "Oh, I love this song."
"Really?" Blaine asked, and Kurt just turned around to face his boyfriend as a hand slipped around his waist and the other slid into his right hand. The voice of Adele serenade the room as Blaine pulled Kurt chest-to-chest, swaying them in a gentle slow dance.
A thousand emotions were swarming around Kurt's veins, ones that made his cheeks go pink and his mouth part in surprise. Blaine was like some sort of heartthrob out of a romantic movie, doing things Kurt only dreamed would happen to him.
He had to giggle, his whole face bursting with joy. "Not good with romance, huh?"
Blaine shrugged, grin lifting higher at one corner. "I dare you to let me be your...your one and only…"
"Oh, my god." Someone needed to pinch him because Kurt just had to be dreaming. Between a candlelight dinner and now Blaine was singing to him while they were slow dancing in his kitchen.
And he just couldn't stop smiling.
"Promise I'm worthy…" Blaine continued, his eyes hooded as his grin widened. "To hold in your arms…"
Their noses brushed together and Kurt wanted to close his eyes, bask in the bliss of it all. How could it be possible that he was dating a real life prince charming?
The sunset had officially turned into the deep blue of night, and the window lights of skyscraper windows appeared with it. Kurt and Blaine were too entranced in their own world to even notice, but when the song finished they blinked together, realizing they were still at Blaine's penthouse and not in some sort of heavenly bubble.
Blaine huffed out a laugh, letting his hand around Kurt's waist fall. "Shall we finish our wine in the living room?"
Kurt smiled and nodded.
Lacy had declared ownership on the sofa facing the fireplace, her long tail thumping faster when the two appeared. Blaine petted the top of her head when they passed, deciding to sit on the second couch. Kurt sat beside him, angling his body to face Blaine and sipping his wine.
They slipped into easy conversation, Blaine telling the story on how he came to know Lacy (a present for his twenty-fifth birthday from Sam, who declared his place was too large for just one person) and Kurt told Blaine what Max was wishing for his birthday (anything to do with Captain America). They sky outside grew darker, warm lighting from lamps now lit the living room.
Again, Kurt and Blaine weren't really paying attention. They were laughing and setting their glasses aside on the coffee table, completely wrapped in happiness.
Then, Blaine's eyes flitted to Kurt's mouth, and Kurt's hand crept to Blaine's neck, and soon the space between them was closed.
Kurt had kissed Blaine a number of times before, and dear god he wanted to kiss him countless times more, but he knew he'd never get tired of the pure rush he gets when Blaine's mouth is pressed against his. There were no other worries or troubles in the universe when his boyfriend's hands flattened around his waist and his tongue was slipping into his mouth.
He was climbing onto Blaine's lap, knees on either side of Blaine's legs as he kissed him deeper, tilting his head as his fingers scratched at the back of his dark hair. If anything, he was hungry, craving to continue the sensation on Blaine could bring upon him-the electric heat in his chest and thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears.
Blaine's hands were on another mission. One had unclasped Kurt's sweater, running up his chest and resting to cup his jaw. The other had remained on his hipbone, but now it was smoothing down Kurt's denim-covered thigh, almost touching his knee before sliding right back up.
He could feel Blaine grinning when Kurt groaned against his lips.
The hand continued the same motion over and over, the fingertips almost touching the zipper of Kurt's jeans before running down his leg again. Kurt could barely focus on kissing anymore. Blaine was being a tease, for christ's sake. He felt too warm in his clothing and his jeans were definitely becoming too tight. His breathing was becoming unsteady simply from how amazing everything felt.
He was starting to clutch at the front of Blaine's shirt, blindly fumbling to the buttons when Blaine's lips broke apart from his. Kurt fluttered his eyes open just as Blaine breathed out, "Bedroom?"
Even though his mind had short-circuited, Kurt felt himself nod right before he went and clashed their mouths together again.
Blaine's master bedroom only had the dim glow from the city lighting its interior. It had soft white carpet under their feet as they shuffled out of their shoes, a desk and a few decorative chairs, a large mirror above his dresser, and a personal bathroom near the closet. Although, the area Blaine was leading Kurt to the best he could while they kept chasing each other's lips was in the center, pushed back against the wall.
He backed Kurt up against the edge, wrapping an arm around his waist as he leaned him backwards, letting them fall onto his bed. King-sized, with a deep blue comforter and more pillows than an average person needed.
"Blaine-" Kurt started to say, but Blaine was ravenous, desperate for Kurt in every way. He had a hand cradling Kurt's jaw as his mouth skimmed to his neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the pale skin. His boyfriend groaned, fingers tugging at Blaine's already mused hair.
Truthfully, Blaine would have been perfectly happy if the night only included kissing. Kurt's lips were addicting, always drawing him in even if they were breathless. And now they were here, and Kurt was underneath him, biting back whimpers when Blaine went and sucked at a certain spot.
"Blaine," Kurt tried again, his voice already uneven. "Blaine, h-hold on. Wait a second."
Blaine did pull away then, holding himself up to look down at his boyfriend. His chest was heaving and face mostly likely flushed. "What is it?"
Hands sliding from Blaine's hair and down to his shoulders, Kurt chewed his lip and looked somewhat embarrassed. "I...I just wanted to...t-to warn you."
"Warn me?"
"That," even in the limited lighting, he could see Kurt's face reddening, "I haven't done this in a while, and I might be a little, you know, rusty or awkward-"
"Oh, darling," Blaine gave him a gentle smile, kissing those worry lines away. "No, no... you'll be perfect."
"Blaine." Kurt locked their eyes, serious and apprehensive.
"I'm being honest," Blaine replied, kissing the corner of his mouth before returning his attention to the side of Kurt's neck again. "I love you, and you're perfect."
Kurt made a disbelieving snort, but sighed when Blaine's lips attached to the patch of skin right under his ear.
They gradually became frenzied again, with Blaine leaving a bruise as Kurt simultaneously attempted to undo the buttons on his shirt. When things were taking too long, Blaine detached to sit up and unbutton them himself, Kurt taking this time to shuck off his own sweater.
Blaine shook his head as he tossed it to the floor before turning back to his boyfriend. When he did, his chest stuttered. Kurt was pale and smooth, broad shoulders sprinkles with faint freckles and toned muscles all over. He was discarding his own shirt aside before getting ready to unzip his jeans.
"Allow me," Blaine managed to say when his brain functioned again. He sat on his knees, popping open the button and pulling the zipper down. Hearing Kurt's breath hitch when Blaine grazed over the bulge in his underwear, Blaine pushed down the jeans far enough so he could cup over Kurt's front, rolling the heel of his palm down.
"Oh, god." Kurt's mouth fell open as a hand flew to clutch Blaine's shoulder. His back arched and he bit harshly down on his lip, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Okay?" Blaine asked, leaning in to whisper lowly in his ear.
Kurt nodded quickly, hurrying out of his jeans as fast as possible.
As Blaine stripped out of his own pants, Kurt gulped in some air, pushing hair away from his face. They had only barely begun and they were already so wrecked. Marks on neck and strands of hair sticking out of place. Blaine didn't even know what he looked like, and he never got the chance to check for once they were both only in their underwear, he was crawling to Kurt and connecting their lips again, hungry and hard.
"Do you," Kurt murmured against his lips, letting his head sink back against the pillows, "have...supplies?"
"Mhmm." Blaine kissed him once more before pulling away, reaching towards his nightstand and opening the drawer, bringing out the proper items. He sat the condoms to the side of the comforter and kept the lube in his hands, then he looked down at Kurt.
His boyfriend was watching him, panting with pupils blown wide. His legs were bent and on either side of Blaine, his feet flat against the bed. The city light from the huge windows illuminated him, making his skin almost a dim blue.
Blaine's throat bobbed as he smiled, his thumb pad brushing Kurt's cheekbone. "You're so beautiful."
Kurt smiled, one that was genuine and free of nerves. "You are, too." His fingers floated up and touched Blaine's jaw, skimming down his skin, over his Adam's apple and to his collarbone.
Goosebumps appeared on Blaine's skin. He was vibrating with excitement and arousal and pure love for this man, that the only logical thing to do was kiss him before they furthered on.
He loved that they were going slow, taking their time and sharing moments of soft touches and sweet kisses. It was so unlike any other occasions he'd sleep with someone, yet now Blaine adored every second of it. He almost never wanted it to end.
They parted, only because Kurt was shuffling out of his underwear and Blaine hastily did the same. Once all their clothing was in piles on the carpet, Blaine gazed down at Kurt again, drinking him in.
Beautiful couldn't cover what Kurt was. Magnificent and breathtaking came close.
Kurt yanked Blaine into another kiss just as he was beginning to ogle his boyfriend's impressive and flushed cock. Taken aback but certainly not complaining, Blaine closed his eyes and figured he'd have plenty of chances to worship it later.
Their tongues slid together as moans muffled against each other's mouths. The lube was fumbling in Blaine's hand, and the room became silent when he managed to uncap it.
They separated, Blaine getting a nod from Kurt before he sat back, nudging his legs apart. Cold lube coated his fingers, and he watched Kurt's face carefully as he slipped a hand between him.
Kurt groaned when Blaine started to stretch him, and just like the other times he pressed his lips together, stifling his sounds. Confused, Blaine asked, "Why are you being quiet?"
Kurt shook his head. "I…" he stopped himself.
Blaine smiled, leaning forward to kiss him softly. "Be loud for me, sweetheart," he whispered against his lips.
Two fingers slipped inside Kurt, stroking against the tight walls and releasing breathy moans from Kurt's throat, ones that were gut-deep and lifted his back off the bed. It drove Blaine crazy.
After Kurt was taking three fingers easily, he grasped for Blaine's arm, digging his fingernails in the skin. "Blaine...I'm...please."
No one needed to tell Blaine twice. He wiped his fingers after pulling them out of Kurt, stumbling with tearing open a condom while he shifted himself. He could feel Kurt watching him as he sat back against the headboard.
Blaine met his eyes. "Is this okay?"
Kurt quirked a smile, and sat up himself.
The condom was rolled on and more lube was applied. Blaine patiently waited as Kurt maneuvered himself over Blaine's lap, one hand balancing on Blaine's shoulder while the other was busy lining himself up.
Blaine was actually feeling his heart hammering against his rib cage, the anticipation almost overwhelming. It was odd, he usually never felt this way before sex. It was normally too much hazy arousal and sweaty skin to worry about emotions.
Now, he swallowed, placing a hand on Kurt's neck to get his attention. "I love you, Kurt," he said.
Kurt hummed, dimples showing before he pecked a kiss at his lips. Then, Kurt slowly began to sink down.
Blaine gasped, unsure what to do with any of his limbs for tight and hot and so fucking incredible all crashed upon him, enveloping him in sheer sensation. His eyes were tempted to squeeze shut, his mouth remained slack. Kurt's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and pleasure, his hand relaxing from Blaine's shoulder when he was fully seated.
They both exhaled, basking in the deep intimacy. Blaine saw Kurt's body loosen from his tense stance of before, and he himself decided to graze his palms up Kurt's thighs, letting them rest at his hips again.
Except, when he applied a little pressure there, Kurt's eyes flew wide and he squeaked.
Bewildered, Blaine gave him a puzzling look. "Kurt-?"
Kurt's lips were pressed together, as if fighting back a smile. Both his hands wrapped around Blaine's wrists, like a warning. "Blaine, I swear to god."
It dawned upon him, and Blaine's jaw dropped. He grinned wickedly, his eyes wide with wonder. "Kurt Hummel, are you...?"
"Blaine, don't you dare-" Kurt was cut off by his own squeal, squirming when Blaine tickled his sides. His face scrunched up and his head was thrown back, trying to shove away Blaine's hands while giggling at the same time.
"Blaine-Blaine! Oh, my god, stop, stop!" Kurt laughed, finally keeping the fingers away from his body for a few seconds. "I thought we were in the middle of something?" he said breathlessly, raising an eyebrow.
Oh, yeah. He was literally buried inside Kurt right now. Blaine composed himself, although keeping that little fact tucked away for later. Kurt's laughter was music to his ears, after all.
The two cleared their throats, returning to their previous position (with Blaine's hands resting on the round flesh of Kurt's ass, a more than satisfying replacement). Kurt inhaled deeply, his hands gripping Blaine's shoulders as he began lifting himself up and then dropping back down.
They found a rhythm, slow at first as the two found themselves moaning, clutching at each other as Blaine's thrusts met Kurt's hips. He was murmuring pet names and praises and holy fuck over and over, his hand tentatively wandering to Kurt's waist again, only to help him with the pace.
Soon, Blaine shifted, bringing his knees up and trying to get a different angle, one that if correct, should make-
"BLAINE!"
Blaine grinned. His boyfriend had slumped forward, forehead pressed against Blaine's neck. Delighted on his discovery, Blaine continued thrusting upwards, hitting Kurt's prostate again and again.
They were moving faster, breathing heavy and hearing their moans echo around the bedroom. Legs were shaking and sweat appeared at their temples. Blaine blindly crept his hand between their bodies, wrapping his fist around Kurt's long and leaking cock, dragging his hand up, swiping the pre-come. Kurt cried out, his fingernails scratching Blaine's skin.
He was close, the heat squirming in his belly dangerously. Blaine bit down hard on his lip, ordering himself not to, that Kurt needed to come first, that he needed to see his face when he did.
His boyfriend gasped sharply when Blaine hit that spot again. His head was away from Blaine's neck, and he was babbling for words, perhaps to tell Blaine to kiss him or that he was almost to the edge when his body froze, and he clenched around Blaine as his ears turned cherry red.
Kurt shouted Blaine's name as he came, shuddering as white stripes coated their abdomens and Blaine's fingers. That was all it took for Blaine to let go as well, falling against Kurt and burying his face in the crook of his neck, releasing deep and so hard he almost saw stars.
They were both heaving through the aftershocks, the room coming to a quiet around them. Blaine felt the come cool on his skin and start to feel sticky. But he didn't care.
He lifted his head to see Kurt's face. Kurt was pink and had strands of damp hair falling over his forehead. More importantly, he was trembling, and his bright blue eyes were misting.
"Kurt? Oh, my god, are you-?" Blaine started to ask, aiming for gentle comfort and not total panic.
"I'm fine." Kurt sniffed, wiping away a stray tear with the back of his wrist. Then he smiled at Blaine, a little wobbly but not broken. "Really, I am. That was...that was just...really intense and-" His voice cracked.
"Hey, shh." Blaine rubbed his hands across Kurt's back, kissing his cheek and then his lips. "It's okay."
Kurt let out a weak laugh. "I'm so lame."
"No, you're amazing. And I love you."
Kurt climbed off of him, wincing slightly from oversensitiveness when Blaine's cock was fully out. Blaine took off the condom and tied it up, tossing it in the trashbin while Kurt plucked some tissues from the other nightstand.
They laid side by side as they cleaned themselves off, catching their breaths, exchanging happy smiles.
It was after the tissues were disposed as well when Blaine snuggled to Kurt's side, propped up on his elbow as he gazed down at him. Kurt was flat on his back, naked and rosy-cheeked and looking at Blaine like he was seeing the sun for the first time.
"Stay with me?" Blaine whispered, fingertips tracing Kurt's face.
Kurt broke out in a smile. "Always."
