Blaine had been watching Kurt out of the corner of his eye throughout the entire show. He knew Wicked was Kurt's favorite show and he was more interested in seeing his excited reactions than watching the actual performance. He'd seen the show once before and it was nothing compared to watching Kurt. He was like a little kid on Christmas morning and Blaine was sure he'd never seen anything more precious in all of his life. Not only did he mouth all of the words to most of the songs (which made Blaine want to do nothing more than reach over and squeeze him) but the incredible, toothy smile that Blaine loved so much never left his face. At one point, at the end of the first act, right after Elphaba had finished "Defying Gravity", the curtains closed, the lights came up and Kurt turned to look at Blaine with a pure look of adoration of his face.
"I've never seen anything more amazing in my life!" He squealed, practically bouncing in his seat with excitement.
"Neither have I," Blaine replied, though he was definitely not talking about Wicked.
At the end of the show, when Glinda and Elphaba were saying their goodbyes and "For Good" started, Blaine could see Kurt crying. He didn't want to disrupt him by trying to console him and putting his arm around him or wiping his tears away, but he was pleasantly surprised when Kurt leaned over and rested his head on his shoulder. He smiled and placed his head on top of his boyfriend's, finding his hand and intertwining their fingers. It was a moment Blaine knew he'd never forget. Valentine's Day with his wonderful boyfriend, watching an amazing show and being together without holding back. There was no way he'd ever be able to hear the song without thinking of that very moment with Kurt. As the song drew to a close, Kurt still mouthing along to every word, Blaine got the most wonderful surprise ever. Kurt turned his head slightly so that his mouth was close to Blaine's ear and whispered the final line of the song.
"Because I knew you, I have been changed. For good." He then leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to Blaine's cheek before resuming his position on Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine felt a tightness in his throat that he had never experienced before. His heart felt like it had swelled to three times its size. His entire body was pulsing so strongly with emotion that he could feel himself almost trembling. He cared so deeply for Kurt and he wanted so much to be able to stay this way forever. Right here, right now, with no worries and no such thing as bad. With the smell of vanilla and peppermint that was Kurt's signature smell (vanilla moisturizer and peppermint shampoo) consuming him. With their hands twisted together and their heads resting on each other so that nothing and no one else mattered. Their touch and proximity, the closeness, being the only thing that they could easily identify in the world. Blaine could never remember being this happy, but he somehow knew that he would always be this happy with Kurt. As long as they were together there would always be moments like this.
He couldn't suppress the enormous grin that spread over his face.
It was a long ride back to Westerville from Columbus. The traffic was insane and Blaine was trying not to let the fact that no one knows how to drive bother him. He was focusing instead on the night that he'd just had with Kurt. Kurt hadn't said much on the ride back and Blaine was sure he was still in shock over the show he'd just seen and the night they'd had. When Blaine told him over dinner that they were going to see Wicked, he thought Kurt was going to break down sobbing. Kurt was so surprised that he couldn't even formulate a response aside from gaping wordlessly at Blaine. Instead, he reached his arm over the table and grabbed Blaine's hand, locking their fingers together. Blaine could see the tears in his eyes and squeezed his hand. He wanted Kurt to know that he understood how grateful he was.
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he had said simply and Kurt beamed at him, his eyes shiny with tears.
When Kurt had told him that he'd never actually seen the show before, Blaine was completely floored. He knew how obsessed Kurt was with it and couldn't believe he loved it that much without ever even seeing it.
"We don't really have the kind of money to splurge on flying out to New York City and seeing shows on Broadway," Kurt had said, frowning slightly and shrugging his shoulders. "But I knew just by listening to the soundtrack and watching clips on Youtube that it was the best show I'd ever see, yaknow, if I ever got the chance to. It's my dream to one day be in it. I know there aren't many male characters, except for the munchkins and I'm too tall to play one of them, though I think you'd fit right in." Kurt had giggled and Blaine had rolled his eyes with fake laugh. "But maybe a flying monkey or Boq. I'd be a tree if they wanted me to. I'd do anything for a chance to be in that show one day."
Blaine had made a mental note of this and they had continued their conversation until it was time to leave for the theatre.
Around an hour or so later, they finally found themselves back at Blaine's house. Blaine was happy to see that his car was the only one now parked in the driveway; that meant his parents were out and there was a chance they might not be coming home. Blaine hoped so. It didn't really matter whether or not they were home, though. If they were home they certainly wouldn't be bothering with him anyway. He walked around the car to open Kurt's door for him and then grabbed his hand immediately once he was outside. He grabbed Kurt's backpack from the trunk, slung it over his shoulder and the two boys walked towards the door.
"Well, here we are again. I'd say home sweet home, but yaknow, it's not very sweet here. Although, with you here it already seems to be far more promising than usual," Blaine said once they were inside. "My parents aren't home yet, who even knows if they will be coming home tonight. It doesn't really matter though, cause they won't come looking for me regardless and we'll have everything to ourselves. C'mon, let's go upstairs. I know I promised that you'd become acquainted with my bedroom, and I hate to break promises," Blaine said, winking and leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheek.
When they got up to Blaine's room Kurt put his backpack down on the floor and began looking around the room. It was enormous. Kurt was sure he'd be able to fit his own bedroom in here at least twice, maybe more. He would die for the walk-in closet that held Blaine's adorable little wardrobe. When he got to Blaine's desk, his breath caught in his throat. Right above it was a corkboard full of pictures of the two of them. Blaine made sure to take a picture almost every single time they went out, but Kurt would never have imagined that he was keeping them all and hanging them in his room. Within a few seconds of staring he felt soft, strong arms wrap around his waist. He leaned into them and melted right into Blaine.
"I hope you don't mind your face being all over my bedroom," Blaine said teasingly.
"Not at all. I'm rather flattered, actually. If it was just a shrine devoted to me, I might think it was a little creepy, but since there are other people on here I find it endearing. You must really like me, huh?" Kurt teased back.
"Eh, you're alright. I guess I'll keep you around."
"So who's this handsome fella?" Kurt asked, pointing to a picture of Blaine and an extremely gorgeous semi-older guy. He had a crazy mane of curls just like Blaine, gorgeous blue eyes, and a smile that was to die for. The smile was actually just like Blaine's, but if Kurt was being honest he was partial to his boyfriend's mouth.
"That's my brother, Cooper."
"Oh!" Kurt screeched. "So this is the famous Cooper! Well, not so famous yet, but maybe one day! With those looks he is destined for greatness. Seriously."
"Yeah yeah yeah," Blaine replied with a slight edge to his tone that Kurt didn't like one bit. "Everyone thinks my brother is so hott. "Oh my god, Blaine! Can you introduce me to your brother?!" "Blaine is your brother single? Is he into younger women? What about men?" "Do you think I can see his room?" "He's so gorgeous". I get it. He's hott, whatever."
"Oh my," Kurt said, pulling away and turning to face Blaine. "Is someone a little bit jealous just because I think your brother is strikingly handsome?"
"I am not jealous of my brother. I'm just tired of hearing about how gorgeous and amazing and wonderful he is. I already know, trust me, nobody lets me forget it," Blaine said, his voice getting quiet. Kurt felt an uncomfortable tug on his heart. He had the feeling that this had nothing to do with Kurt or friends that thought Blaine had a hott brother. It had everything to do with Blaine's parents and how they made Blaine feel like he was inferior to his older brother. Kurt felt anger rising in him and tried to push it back down. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and upset Blaine, and he definitely didn't want to spoil the amazing night they'd just had by bringing up his parents or his brother.
"Well, you wanna know what I think?" Kurt asked meekly, raising his hand to cup Blaine's face and stare into his eyes. Blaine stared back at him expectantly, obviously waiting to hear what he thought. "I think that my boyfriend is much more handsome and wonderful than Cooper. Your features are all so similar, but yours are better because they're yours. Your smile, your eyes, who you are- everything about you. Cooper may be gorgeous and amazing and wonderful, but you are all of those things and so much more and in such a better way. As long as I can have Blaine, I'd never want Cooper."
Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt, a soft, sweet kiss. When they pulled apart Blaine reached for Kurt's hand and led him to the bed. Kurt laid back and Blaine crawled to lay on top of him. He cupped Kurt's face the same way Kurt had to his only seconds ago and stared deeply into his eyes. "As long as I could have you, I'd never want anyone else either."
He leaned down and kissed Kurt's mouth again but this time it was passionate and strong, full of want and need and desire. He sucked Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth and Kurt responded enthusiastically, gasping slightly and allowing Blaine's tongue entrance into his mouth. Blaine's tongue explored Kurt's mouth and Kurt let him, practically falling apart under his touch. Blaine's hands roamed up and down Kurt's body- roving over firm arms and scratching down toned stomach, grasping at hands and squeezing perfectly rounded ass- as he wildly wrestled his tongue with Kurt's. Kurt's hands were knotted in Blaine's hair, trying his hardest to release the curls from the gel so that he'd have something more substantial to tug on. Since he was sweating, the gel was disintegrating some and it was becoming much easier.
Blaine moved from Kurt's mouth to his jaw, sucking fiercely and biting down occasionally, scraping along his jawbone in a way that was driving Kurt absolutely insane. He could feel himself getting hard and he wanted nothing more than to rip Blaine's clothes off and fuck him senseless. As Blaine continued sucking intently, working his way now down to Kurt's exposed neck, Kurt threw his head back into the pillows so that it would be more accessible. Blaine took full advantage of this and sucked, licked and bit on every single inch of neck available. He spent a great deal of time on one particular spot, right at Kurt's pulse point. He licked and sucked and bit down hard and scraped teeth over it and then licked and sucked again. Kurt was positive he'd have a mark there tomorrow morning, and the thought turned him on even more.
After Blaine finished paving a roadmap on Kurt's neck he moved back up to his mouth and the two boys fought passionately for dominance. It was a complete mess of tongue and teeth and nothing was sweet or chaste about it. Kurt grabbed Blaine's upper arms, squeezed tight and rolled so that he'd now be on top of the other boy. Once he was on top of Blaine he could feel that Blaine, too, was hard in his jeans. He stared down into Blaine's eyes, which were completely blown out with lust, and deliberately grinded down as hard as he could against him. Blaine let out a long, low, moan, as if he were a dog growling at a stranger, and closed his eyes tight. When he opened them again, Kurt began to unbutton his shirt and Blaine watched intently as each little piece of Kurt's body was revealed to him. He had been dreaming about this moment since the very first moment they'd met. He had wondered many times what Kurt was like underneath all of those wonderfully fashionable clothes he wore. The real thing didn't disappoint.
"Jesus Christ, Kurt. You are so fucking gorgeous. I want you- I want you so bad," Blaine said, upper body shooting up to where Kurt was straddling him so that he could smash his lips against the other boys. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's back, which made it easy for Kurt to reach down and pulled off both his sweater and t-shirt. He tugged the t-shirt out from under his pants and then pulled both that and his sweater over his head, breaking this kiss quickly to pull them up but reattaching their lips once the clothing was removed. As they continued this way, Blaine's arms wrapped around him and grabbing at Kurt's back and shoulders and ass whenever he could, Kurt took the opportunity to reach down and undo Blaine's belt. Realizing what he was doing, Blaine reached over and undid his as well.
"Pants off, now," Kurt said, jumping off Blaine and quickly removing his pants while Blaine followed suit. The two boys stood staring at each other for several seconds after removing pants, each now clad only in boxer briefs. Finally, Kurt moved towards Blaine and reached his hand down to Blaine's dick, palming over him and pressing down. Blaine's breath caught and he let out a small whimper.
"You're so hard already and so wet too, aren't you, baby? You're ready for me, aren't you? Have been wanting this since we met, that night in the bathroom when I sucked your cock so hard you screamed for me without even knowing my name. You wanna do that again, baby? Scream for me. Scream my name? I can help you do that, you know. I can make sure that you wind up screaming my name all night long." As he said this he was rubbing Blaine's hard dick and Blaine's legs were growing weaker and weaker. Kurt pushed Blaine backward (with very little forced required) and Blaine fell sitting onto the bed. Kurt kneeled down between his legs and reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs. He pulled them down in one swift movement and watched as Blaine's hard, throbbing dick sprang to life and bounced up against his stomach.
"Hello again," Kurt said, speaking in an extremely seductive whisper to Blaine's dick as though they were old friends.
Before Blaine could say or do anything else, Kurt had leaned in and captured his entire dick into his mouth. Blaine could feel his head hitting the back of Kurt's throat and thought he was going to pass out from the pleasure that was coursing through him. Kurt's hands rubbed up and down Blaine's toned stomach as he worked him over. Blaine watched as Kurt sucked him off, tears in his eyes and drool dripping down his mouth because he was completely deep throating Blaine as though it was the easiest thing he'd ever done. He sucked tantalizingly hard, pressing his tongue over the seeping, wet head, brushing along firmly over the bulging veins. His cheeks were hallowed out and the suction that his warm, firm mouth was providing was making Blaine's head spin. He fell back onto his elbows, throwing his head back and moaning deeply with pleasure. Within a few seconds he was panting out Kurt's name, just as Kurt had promised he'd make him.
"Kurt, I- ah! Oh fuck, Kurt. I- baby, ah! mmm, ah, mmm. KURT. If you, if, ah shit, oh SHIT, KURT. FUCK! I'm gonna- c-come." Blaine was spluttering and stuttering and moaning and panting and pretty much falling apart under Kurt's mouth. He didn't want to come yet though so he pulled Kurt's mouth off of his dick, grudgingly of course, and pulled Kurt up to meet him. He moved up the bed, dragging Kurt with him, and then crawled on top of Kurt once more. He was laying on top of Kurt, his hard dick grazing against Kurt's hip, and the friction was driving him crazy. He reached over and ripped Kurt's underwear off him, wanting nothing more right now than to fuck him.
"Lube?" Kurt asked breathlessly, as his dick, just as hard and wet as Blaine's, came free.
"Yeah," Blaine replied, shifting quickly on his bed so that he could reach into a drawer in his bedside table and pull out a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
"Perfect. Now finger me and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before so that I can make you scream my name again and you can hear me screaming yours," Kurt said as casually as if he were telling Blaine what the weather was like outside.
"You cannot fucking talk to me like that, when I am this fucking hard. Because I swear to god, I could just come right now at the thought of it. Jesus fuck, Hummel."
Blaine squeezed the lube into his hands and breathed into them, warming up the liquid before rubbing it along his fingers and pressing them down to Kurt's entrance. Kurt moaned at just the slightest sensation of Blaine's fingers near his hole. Blaine wished that he had a cock ring because he was terrified that the look on Kurt's face and the noises that he was going to make as he fingered him were going to be enough to make him come. As he rubbed and pressed hard at Kurt's entrance, he used his other hand to stroke Kurt's hard, wet dick. Kurt's eyes fell closed, his face went pink and he closed his mouth into tight, pursed lips, obviously biting back a loud moan. Finally, Blaine slipped one finger inside Kurt's tight hole and watched as Kurt's breath hitched and his eyes flew open. He pulsed his finger easily, slowly, gently in and out of Kurt's hole easing him open and trying not to hurt him. When Kurt started grinding down against him he added another finger and began scissoring them back and forth, working Kurt open and looking for his spot. He scissored and crooked and pressed down, finally finding the glorious bundle of nerves and rubbing viciously over them, making Kurt let out a loud scream.
"OH GOD, BLAINE. THERE, oh GOD, right THERE!"
"I know, baby, I know. FUCK, you are absolutely fucking gorgeous like this. I never want to hear anything else but you screaming my name."
Blaine quickly slid in a third finger, thrusting his fingers in and out as Kurt grinded down on them, moaning and panting and completely wrecked. Blaine was so hard that it was starting to hurt and he removed his free hand from stroking Kurt's dick and moved it to his own, pumping hard to find some friction and release. Kurt immediately reached his own hand up to work over where Blaine's hand had left, and Blaine was dizzy with desire as he felt Kurt clenching around his fingers and watched as he pumped himself. Kurt was writhing with pleasure beneath him and he knew it was time.
As if on cue, Kurt looked at him, blue eyes clouded by the blown out pupils, and said "Fuck me, now." As Blaine continued fingering him and stroking himself, Kurt reached over and grabbed the box of condoms and lube, pulling out a condom, ripping the wrapper off and fitting it around Blaine's hard, throbbing cock. He squeezed out some lube and swatted Blaine's hand away from his cock, replacing it and beginning to stroke down his length with the lube. Blaine was pretty much fucking into Kurt's hand as he fucked his fingers into his ass and everything was too much. Thankfully, within seconds Kurt thought he was lubed up enough and pulled him down and on top of him. Once Blaine pulled his fingers out, Kurt wasted no time in guiding his dick to his entrance and pushing down.
Once he was fully inside, both boys let out loud long screams. Blaine started thrusting at a very slow pace, obviously not wanting to hurt Kurt by moving too fast, but Kurt was having none of it. With one quick movement, like he did earlier, he grabbed Blaine by the arms and rolled them over so that Blaine was laying down and Kurt was straddled on top of him. Blaine was surprised and temporarily taken aback, but all thought was washed from his mind the second Kurt started riding him. There was nothing delicate about it, and Blaine continued to fuck up into Kurt as Kurt rode him. Kurt's hard dick flailed up and down as he rocked, his head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure, his hands holding on to Blaine's arms for support. Blaine was close, could tell Kurt was close too.
"Soon. Oh god! Baby. Soon." Blaine's voice was almost hysterical; high-pitched and cracking and breathless. He wrapped his hand around Kurt's length and began to stroke him extremely fast, twisting and pressing down in all the right places, making Kurt just as hysterical as he was.
Within a few minutes, Blaine felt the tightness in his stomach, felt his balls retract and knew he was coming right into Kurt's ass (Kurt! .god. KURT!). The wave of pleasure coursed through his body and every piece of him went numb as he continued to thrust up into Kurt as he rode out his orgasm. Kurt had also come (Blaine. BlaINE! BLAINE! OH OH OH!), splattering thick, white liquid all along Blaine's hand and stomach. His firm grip on Blaine's arm had grown even tighter and Blaine thought he might even have fingerprint-sized marks there when all was said and done. After both boys finished riding out their orgasms, Kurt rolled off Blaine, collapsing with completely dead weight onto the bed next to his boyfriend. Blaine rolled the condom off him, tied it up and reached over to throw it into the wastebasket next to his bed. He felt like his body was weighed down with lead, but he made the slight effort to reach over, grab a tissue and clean himself up; he chucked that into the basket as well.
Both boys lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, unmoving, trying to regain their composure after the best orgasms of their lives. Finally, after a few minutes, Kurt rolled over and rested his head on Blaine's chest, curling his arm around his waist and tangling their legs together. (He thought maybe they should at least put underwear on but then realized he was too tired to care). Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and began running his fingers through his hair.
After some time just laying together, Kurt looked up at Blaine, resting his chin on his chest where his head had just been. He looked thoughtful and slightly confused. Blaine rubbed the area between his eyes to ease the deep creasing that had been made by his eyebrows being furrowed so tightly together. "What's the matter, baby? Aren't you happy? That was amazing."
"Yeah, it was, it definitely was. That was the best orgasm I've ever had. And I am happy- so, so happy. But, I was just wondering, not that I regret what happened or anything, and believe me I wanted what just happened. I don't want to make it seem like-"
"Kurt," Blaine giggled, bringing his hand up to caress Kurt's face. "You're starting to sound like me- rambling on and on. Just say it."
"Well," Kurt said, biting his lip shyly, "did you know this was going to happen when you planned tonight? When you asked me to pack a bag and spend the night, did you know that we'd wind up having sex? Were you planning it all along? Not that I mind what happened, like I said, I don't regret it and I wanted it and I'm happy. I'm just…wondering is all."
Blaine paused for a second, staring deeply into Kurt's eyes before smiling. "Honestly, I didn't know it was going to happen. But I did hope. I've wanted this with you for weeks now. Well, actually, I've wanted it with you from that first night we met. But I wanted it to happen the right way at the right time, when both of us were happy with each other and comfortable and ready with it happening. And before, when you said that thing about always choosing me over my brother, I just, I felt it in my heart and I knew that it was the right moment. Nobody has ever made me as happy as you have, Kurt. I wanted this to be special and I think that what you said to me before is the most special and wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me. I really care about you, Kurt. I hope I've made that obvious by now."
Kurt went slightly pink and let out a relieved sigh, smiling up at Blaine and batting his beautiful, long eyelashes at him bashfully. "You have, and I hope I have as well. I meant what I said before. I'd choose you over anyone else, including your brother, every single day of the week. I am the happiest I've ever been now that I'm with you. I never want this feeling to go away. I never want you to go away."
Blaine's heart pounded in his chest as Kurt voiced what he had been feeling earlier. He felt the swooshing in his stomach as adrenaline coursed through him. He smiled brightly down at his beautiful boyfriend. "Well I guess that's a good thing, because I'm never going away. Happy Valentine's Day, Kurt."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Blaine. Our first Valentine's Day together," Kurt said happily.
"The first of many," Blaine responded as he leaned down and pressed one final, gentle kiss to his boyfriend's lips.