Chapter12
Blaine was incredibly relieved to leave Dalton to go to Kurt's usual Friday night Hummel family dinner and escape the atmosphere of hushed apprehension that was haunting him with guilt for deceiving all his friends. Unfortunately, the atmosphere at the Hummel's was nearly as bad. Finn constantly followed him around asking if he could bring him a pillow, or did he want a drink, or did he want to lie down for a while. Kurt just watched, mildly bemused by Finn's anxious care of his partner. Okay, Blaine admitted it was kind of sweet, in a weird way, that Finn seemed to care about his wellbeing so much, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to yell at him that he was perfectly fine.
But even if he did tell him he was just pregnant, instead of mortally ill, he was pretty sure Finn would have treated him exactly the same way, because Finn had been exceptionally helpful to his mom too lately, because of her supposed 'condition'. Burt and Carole hovered over Blaine slightly less, but he still felt like they were watching him all the time, in case he did something weird.
Well, he couldn't really blame them. What was weirder than your son's boyfriend getting knocked up? The whole situation was just so bizarre. He wouldn't believe it himself if he hadn't seen his baby's tiny beating heart on that ultra sound screen. His baby...wow! As every day passed he became more and more eager to see and hold the tiny little being he and Kurt had created, with their love...and not get pregnant, ever again. Being pregnant scared the crap out of him. He couldn't help drawing comparisons to being inhabited by a parasite that would one day claw its way out of him into the light of day, from watching too many Alien movies. He had to keep telling himself that this was totally normal (for Elvians) and he would survive their child's birth perfectly well.
After supper, during which Blaine tried to do a reasonable job of eating enough, he challenged Finn to a Halo competition to give Kurt an opportunity to speak to his parents privately, and Finn finally relaxed and forgot to treat Blaine as if he was as fragile as glass. Kurt grinned at his father when they heard triumphant cheers reaching up to the living room, from Finn's basement bedroom, but didn't say anything. Burt could tell that Kurt was relieved that Blaine was feeling better, distracted too, while he was distracting Finn. He watched his son rummage in his messenger bag, and bring out the copy of the sonogram he'd brought for them.
"Tuesday we went to see Blaine's Obstetrics specialist at Brigham Young in Boston. She checked Blaine out and did another sonogram. Here you go, Carole; this is a copy of the sonogram disc. Baby is still just a little nubbin, but she has a pretty impressive heartbeat." Kurt handed it, labelled 'Baby Hummel,' to his step mother, with a beaming proud smile. She smiled too, pleased with how well this faux pregnancy ruse seemed to be working out.
"I also have a letter for you that is supposedly from an Obstetrician in Columbia, a specialist in pregnancies for older women that says you're nearly four months, to match when Dr. Whitcombe says our baby is due, in early August. I'm so sorry you have to wear that preggy-padding for all of July, but it can't be helped, unless we let Finn in on the secret, so at least you could leave it off at home.
Carole shook her head decisively. "No, I think I'd rather not risk telling him yet. I know Finn isn't as immature as he used to be but I do know he tells Rachel everything and... well…" They all knew that Rachel would probably explode if she couldn't tell everyone their secret. Kurt nodded, accepting her decision, but he regretted having to deceive his brother.
Carole sat down beside her step son and spoke quietly. "I've already ordered a couple of those pregnancy belts. They have a different size for each month from five to nine, so I'll order the next size up in a month." She grinned at her step son, grateful it was he and Blaine in this predicament, instead of her and Burt. "I went shopping this week and picked up a few maternity things. You know, just buying maternity clothes and picking out baby stuff makes me feel as giddy as if this was really happening to me, but I'm so glad it's not, even if it would make your dad ecstatic. I couldn't possibly deal with all those late nights and early mornings any more, and croup and colic and all those other wonderful things you two have to look forward to. Lucky yooooou." She sang teasingly, as she hugged Kurt. He rolled his eyes in resigned trepidation, hoping he and Blaine would get his parent's support to get through it. He had really hoped to avoid those scenarios for a few more years.
The boys had already discussed delaying going to college for a year, to enable them to stay with their new baby. There was no way that either Kurt or Blaine could possibly contemplate leaving him or her with anyone else for longer than a few hours, only weeks after she was born. Their little family was far more important, both to them and the Sapphire Throne of Elvia, than going to college. Things happened and plans changed, so they would have to learn to roll with the punches.
Burt and Carole talked to Kurt about setting up a nursery in the spare room that served as a catch-all for the stuff that didn't fit anywhere else. It surprised Carole that Kurt wanted to talk to Blaine about what colour to paint the room. Usually he was very definite about decorating choices, but Kurt contended that Blaine and he were partners now, so he deserved a vote too.
Blaine only lasted another half an hour before he came upstairs yawning tiredly again. "I'm heading to bed now, hon, so I'll see you later. Good night, all. I'll see the rest of you tomorrow morning." They all watched Blaine trudge upstairs looking exhausted again. Kurt hung out with his parents watching TV for another couple hours before he followed his partner, sliding into bed in behind him and warming his cold feet on his nice warm cuddly partner.
The next morning, Saturday, they planned to go to the Anderson's and find an opportunity to speak to Helena Anderson about Blaine's true parentage. When Blaine texted and said he wanted to visit, Helena luckily replied that his father was out of town, but that she would love to see him. Blaine was relieved that his fa…her husband wasn't around, because what they had to discuss didn't concern him.
On the way there Blaine and Kurt discussed how to approach the situation. How much could they tell her about them? They decided that first, they would have to discover if she'd had even known who and what his father really was. Blaine and Kurt both found it almost impossible to believe than an Eldari would engage in a casual hook up, and risk the lifelong heartbreak of bonding with a human when she was unavailable to continue the relationship. Helena had already been married, for god sake. The only reasonable alternative was that he hadn't known she was previously committed and she'd unknowingly robbed him of any chance at happiness, for the rest of his life.
Either way, it was lousy situation for the guy and it made Blaine's mother look pretty bad. "I'll let you do most of the talking, if you like, Blaine. I'll only be there to support you." Kurt offered an encouraging kiss to Blaine and it warmed his heart to see Blaine's eyes crinkle warmly as he kissed him back. He knew how hard this was going to be for him.
They found Blaine's mother in the kitchen, just taking a pan of brownies out of the oven, because she knew how much Blaine loved them, and scoring a bunch of points with him, right there. At least he knew his mom loved him. "Hi Mom. It's so sweet of you to make these for us." Blaine kissed her cheek in greeting and sat at the breakfast bar to eat one of the warm gooey squares she'd served hot from the pan, with a glass of milk to go with it. Kurt was letting his cool off for a bit, and offered her a smile in thanks.
"Did you want to talk about your college plans, Blaine? Have you decided where you want to apply, and what you want to major in? Your father keeps saying he'd like you to go into Business or International Law but I just want you to do whatever makes you happy. He'll come around eventually, as long as you work hard at whatever you chose." She leaned over the counter to pat his hand fondly. Blaine looked at her hand, at her wedding ring with an enormous diamond mounted in it.
"Mom, have you always worn your wedding ring?" Blaine asked her cryptically. She thought for a second and then answered him with a vague smile.
"Well, it's usually right there, since the day your father put it on my finger, except when I had Cooper. It was so hot that summer and I was swelling up every day, so I took it off for a few weeks until the weather broke. You were born in the spring, so I didn't have that problem with you. Why do you ask, honey?" She continued to smile at Blaine, with a slightly confused expression. He'd never really noticed her ring before today, other than knowing she wore one. But then, she didn't notice the ones he and Kurt were wearing either.
"I wondered if you were wearing it the summer I was conceived. Whether my father even knew you were married or if he simply assumed that you could return his love." Blaine pushed around a few leftover crumbs on his plate, not meeting his mother's eyes, his voice low with emotion. Kurt was watching Helena though, so he saw the colour leave her face as her mouth fell open in surprise. She didn't answer her son at first, staring at her ring too, while she regained her composure.
"How did you find out, Blaine?" She asked quietly, after a few seconds, her dark brown eyes watching him, as much as admitting the truth of Blaine's deductions.
"I had some blood tests that proved that he couldn't be my father. That's why I could never measure up to his expectations, isn't it? That's why he always held a grudge against me. I always knew it had nothing to do with being gay, because it started way before even I knew I was gay. I need to know who he was, Mom." Blaine finally raised his eyes to meet hers, and was surprised to see tears welling in her eyes. Kurt reached for Blaine's hand and felt him grip it hard, though his voice didn't waver.
"Why does it matter who he was? It was long ago and it ended before I even knew I was pregnant. It was a mistake to mislead him." Her eyes closed to cover the pain in them, but not before they both saw it.
"It does matter, Mom! I have to know who he was. Was it at the tennis club? Was it somebody you met while you were doing errands? How do you meet anybody, in this town, who doesn't know who you are and that you're married to Gareth Anderson?" Blaine's voice was rising with his feelings. He stood, anxiously pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair. Kurt was becoming anxious too now, watching him. He wanted Blaine to sit down, before he got even more upset.
He caught his sleeve, murmuring to him soothingly. "Hey honey. Sit down and try to stay calm. It's not good for you to get so anxious." Helena heard him, and wondered why it wasn't good for Blaine to get upset, feeling a cold dread fill her.
"Blaine, what's wrong with you? Why were you at the doctor to get blood tests? Is there something I should know?"
"Yes, Mom. I have a condition that is directly attributable to my real father, and that's why I need to know who he was. Please tell me what you know about him? Please mom?" Blaine was sorry to make her think he had something horrible, though his words were nothing but the truth. He would do what he had to, to make her disclose his real father.
"Oh my god, Blaine! What is it? Are you ill? Please tell me what's wrong!" Helena came around the island and tried to hold Blaine's shoulders to look into his face, but he brushed her off and backed away from her, holding his hands up to create a wall in front of him.
"I'm not saying another word until you tell me what I need to know." He whispered quietly, his voice sounding deceptively calm.
She nodded, conceding his victory. "All right, I'll tell you then, if you promise to tell me what is going on with you. I...never planned to have an affair at all, Blaine. Cooper was at camp for the summer and your father and I had already grown apart. I knew he would hardly miss me while he was working all those extra hours on one of his projects. So I went to Italy for a month that summer, to help my cousin Antonia with arranging her wedding to Vincenzo Colari. They have four children now, I think."
"Vincenzo had two of his school friends stand up for him, because he had three sisters and no brothers. One of them was Benito Cortina, an exchange student from Spain studying fashion design in Italy. I was spellbound by him, from the first moment we met. He was breathtakingly beautiful and sweet and funny and he completely stole my heart away. He seemed just as captivated with me, so I talked myself into believing that I deserved a fling.
"I took off my ring and made Antonia promise not to tell anyone I was married. Benito hardly looked old enough to be twenty four, but it didn't seem to matter to him that I was five years older. We only had those three magical weeks together, but those twenty two days were the happiest of my whole life, Blaine."
"It ended, two days after Antonia's wedding, when I got a telegram from your father, saying his father had passed away suddenly and I was required to return to attend the funeral. He had already booked a flight leaving two hours afterward so I had to leave my sweet Benito a note, explaining how sorry I was that I had to go back to my life and leave him behind. It broke my heart to leave him, Blaine. I was this far from deserting Gareth and Cooper and staying there in Italy with him, but I couldn't leave Gareth and Cooper so abruptly, especially when his father had just passed. And Benito was just a boy, with his whole life ahead of him. He didn't need me to weigh him down. I decided a clean break was the best thing for both of us, but…oh god, honey, I regretted that decision so much."
"When I discovered I was pregnant, I tried to find Benito to go back to him, but he had completely disappeared. Vincenzo and his other friends had no idea where he went, after he quit university. He just fell off the face of the earth. I would have left with you years ago, to go back to him if I'd had any idea how to find him. I even hired a detective agency in Italy, but they had no luck locating him either. I...I'm afraid he might have done something permanent, Blaine, and I feel so guilty that it was my fault. Every time I look at you I am reminded that I had a chance at happiness and threw it away. Now, please tell me what is going on with you!" She had grabbed his biceps and was shaking him gently, looking into his eyes, about to break into tears.
"I inherited something from Benito. Did he tell you anything about his family, or where he came from?" Blaine still wasn't sure if she was being protective of Benito's Elvian background or if she never knew he was Eldari. Surely he would have told her who and what he was, if he had bonded with her.
"Well actually, that's kind of a funny story. He kept insisting that he was from a long line of…get this Blaine! He told me he was an Elf, believe it or not. It was one of the major reasons I decided he was too immature to stay with him. He was suffering from some sort of delusions, I guess, from too many video games. It wasn't important so I just told him I believed him and he let it go. Lots of people have quirks, and that was his. He wasn't crazy or anything, I'm sure." She gathered Blaine's plate to put it in the dishwasher, remembering her sweet eccentric lover fondly.
Blaine breathed a relieved sigh, grateful that his mother hadn't left his father bereft intentionally. She had been told that he was an elf, but simply hadn't believed him. It was up to him to convince her that he hadn't been lying to her or suffering from juvenile delusions. "That wasn't a quirk, Mom. He was an elf, so that makes me a half-blood elf. And as it turns out, Kurt is an elf too. It seems there are quite a few Elvari living amongst us, without us ever suspecting they are a completely different race."
Helena was gazing at Blaine quizzically, trying to follow him, her expression still confused, but earnestly trying to believe him. But he could tell she was wavering, wondering if he was dreaming up this whole thing too, having inherited his father's vivid imagination.
"Okay mom, the rest of this is kind of a long story. How about we sit down in the living room and we'll fill you in on the rest?" Blaine wanted to start from the beginning and tell her about the last year of his life, so she could become a part of it again.
"But what condition did you inherit that made you go to a doctor? Do you have some kind of hereditary disease?" Helena was frightened that whatever had made Benito disappear was about to make off with her son and make him disappear too.
"Blaine is fine, Helena. He's not ill or anything." Kurt reassured her, as they moved to the living room. She exhaled gratefully and put an arm around Kurt, quickly hugging him with relief. He hugged her back, surprised to find she seemed to accept his presence there, to hear their family secrets.
"Okay Mom, to start with, I'd like you to just listen for a while and we'll answer anything you want to know at the end. Also, I need your promise that you won't share this information with anyone else. Can you do that for me?" She nodded her agreement without hesitation, unaware of how portentous Blaine's news would be. Blaine began talking, beginning with describing Kurt's childhood adoption by Burt Hummel and ending with Blaine's visit to the doctor diagnosing his 'condition'. Helena tried to interrupt a few times, especially when he told her he was going to have a child, but Blaine raised his hand to quiet her, to wait until he was done. Kurt watched her face change from interested, to fascinated, then to scoffing, to wide-eyed disbelief.
"So you're telling me that you are…married to Kurt, who is the heir to the Queen of the Northern Elves! And that because you are a half elf yourself, that means that you can have babies and that you are, in fact, pregnant! My god Blaine, are you doing drugs, or what? I told you the truth about my affair and now you're expecting me to believe that drivel? I think you inherited your father's condition all right. He was delusional - and so are you." Helena dragged her fingers through her curly hair, pulling it from the pins holding it back into a chignon, her agitation making her distraught.
Kurt's temper snapped then, saying coldly to Blaine's mother. "That's exactly what we expect you to believe because it's the truth! You lost your chance at happiness because you didn't believe Benito. Are you going to lose this chance to keep Blaine in your life because you don't believe him? Of course we can prove what we've said, but why shouldwe have to? You are welcome to share Blaine's life and our baby's, but if you are going to be disrespectful of my people and my throne, you can stand outside the circle of our family forever! Your name is written in the book of our child's lineage, and we would like you to be a part of her life, so let us know your decision and we'll respond accordingly."
Kurt stormed out of the room then, his contempt for Blaine's mother making him unwilling to share space in the same room with her. Blaine heard the front door closing behind him, completely shocked by his outburst. Wow. Kurt had never sounded more like a royal prince than he had just now. His grandmother would have been proud of him. But, in spite of his angry ultimatum, Blaine knew Kurt would wait for him outside.
"Mom, I know this all sounds a bit farfetched because of the way elves are depicted in the movies and in books, but this is the truth and we are having a baby. I am. I want you to continue to be part of our lives, so please, just accept it... but not the way you accepted what Benito told you. I want you to mean it. We'll leave now, Mom. Let me know when you're ready to talk to me."
Blaine leaned to kiss her cheek, and then left the room to follow his prince. They had gotten a name, a place and a date to start a trace on his father, so they had been partly successful in their quest, though he regretted his mother didn't believe him.
When he got to the car, Kurt had already texted the information about Benito to his grandmother and she had responded saying she would set her people to search for Blaine's father. That was the best they could do for now. Kurt responded to his grandmother that they would go to the airfield to wait for the helicopter to pick them up and she confirmed it would be there to meet them.
It was time to confront the Queen again. Being a prince meant you had to forget personal grudges and do your duty.
When they entered the compound the Queen was waiting for them in the foyer. She tapped her chest and bowed her head to Kurt in apology. "Please come into the office. I would like to speak to you both." Kurt didn't reply and he didn't return a salute of respect either. Blaine followed Kurt's example, following him when he sat down in the chairs in front of her desk.
Kurt had more than enough of he and Blaine being treated like they were pawns on her chess board and it was going to stop right now! There was a slow burning anger in his chest that made him wish he had never heard of the Eldari and the Sapphire Throne. One day perhaps he would have to take his place and rule on it, but until then he intended to live his life without his grandmother meddling in it. She didn't get to have a vote in his choices anymore. She'd given that up the day she had put Blaine's life and health at risk because of her selfish goals.
To Kurt's surprise, his grandmother didn't take her seat behind the desk and make him feel like he was being interviewed, like being in the principal's office. She perched in front of him on the end of the desk, and bent to take his hands in hers, clutched between hers as if she was afraid to lose him. "Please Kiert, let me have my say and then you can tell me what a selfish old woman I am. I did what I had to, because this throne and my people are far more important than you, Blaine or I, regardless of how we personally feel."
"Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to just curl up and die with grief when my mate, my only daughter and that wonderful man she had bonded with were all murdered within a year? But I couldn't just let go and give in to my heartbreak, because of a little boy who held my heart in his tiny hands. For over a decade I barely held on, holding the hope that you had survived close to my heart, while having to live all those years in semi-seclusion. You were all that kept me going, Kiert. Can you guess how it felt to touch you again, to see you grown up into a man with the strong heart of his grandfather, the fiery soul of his father and the loving eyes of his mother?
"You are my grandson, and all I want in the world is for you to be happy, like any grandmother does. I want you to be proud to be Eldari, not trapped by who you are and what you mean to us. But those aren't choices I get to make. It's my duty, as Queen of the Sapphire Throne, to ensure that our people don't fall into chaos by not having anyone to safely reign, once I am gone. I hope one day you understand that, when you are the king and responsible to keep our people safe and ensure their future. I hope one day you, and you too Blaine, can forgive me for manipulating you." She leaned to clasp Blaine's shoulder, her eyes full of sadness.
She released Kurt's hand and turned away to go to her chair then, the anguish in her eyes telling how much she regretted risking their trust and their affection. She had accomplished what she set out to do, at least, so there was some satisfaction in that, but it was such an enormous price to pay if she lost her grandson and his consort's trust, in return. Even if she only saw Kurt and Blaine for a few hours a week, because they preferred to live their life among humans until absolutely forced to give it up, it was enough for her to know they were happy.
Kurt had let the heat of his anger blind him to the reasons why his grandmother would betray them, the way she had. Kiala was more than his grandmother. She was his Queen, and their throne had demanded she sacrifice her grandson's love. He felt all the resentment leaking out of him at how much she'd risked when he knew how much she'd missed him and loved him. He glanced at Blaine, whose eyes were saying the same thing he was feeling. Forgiveness. Understanding. Pride in her devotion to her people. He nodded to Blaine, telling him he understood and agreed.
"I was really, really mad at you, but I guess I can understand why you did it. You were absolutely right, you know. We never intended to risk having kids right away. If you had told us, we probably would have never gone ahead and…well, risked it." Blaine's eyebrows went up at Kurt's admission, assuming he meant they'd have used condoms, because he knew they couldn't have resisted making love for long, when the all-consuming heat of their bond drove them so hard. At least her plan had ensured it was Blaine who had risked pregnancy, and not her beloved grandson.
"Kyria felt the same way as you did, you know, Kiert. She wanted to wait to have children too, and enjoy a couple of years alone with her husband, but she was pregnant within two months. She couldn't resist her partner either, dear. As Eldari, we are all driven by that insatiable need for our mates, after we first bond. At least Blaine and you had almost a year, because of his transformation. I was looking forward to having more children too, after Kyria. I wanted four or five, but my husband always had to travel because he was the king, and I had to stay with Kyria, because it was too dangerous for us all to be away from home together. We never had enough time alone, never nearly enough time." Kiala looked down at the desk sadly and Kurt realized how much he would hate to be separated from Blaine, by how much she'd given up for her throne.
"The doctor says Blaine is due in early August, and that he's doing fine." Kurt said softly, as a peace offering.
"I'm starting to feel a little better, now that I'm taking vitamins. We told everyone at school that I have a blood disease that is making me tired and nauseous and that the treatment is going to make me puffy and tired, so I'll have to take it easy for a bit." Blaine added. "It was the only way to finish my high school and not risk the baby." Blaine laid a hand on his belly as he spoke, still finding it hard to believe there was a new life in there that he would get to hold one day and share with his family. Their child would be a prince or a princess who would someday hold the Sapphire Throne too. Blaine was finally starting to grasp how important a role he had, to be 'only' the Prince's consort, just as much a part of the royal family as the rest of them. He would be the one to bear the future heir to the throne.
"Kiert, the Hummels have you for a regular Friday night dinner. Do you suppose we could make Sunday afternoons our time? You and Blaine could spend the afternoon with me and stay for an early dinner, before you go back to Dalton. I know you will sometimes be too tired, Blaine, but as long as you feel well enough I would love to spend time with you too." Kiala looked so hopeful, and so lonely, that Kurt didn't have the heart to refuse her request. Blaine gave him a smile and a nod, agreeing to his inquiring look, before he spoke to Kiala.
"Okay, if you like, we'll try it. We'll be here next Sunday around two. We'd like to have Saturday nights for ourselves though, so I can take Blaine out on dates, while I still can." Kurt reached a hand to Blaine, who took it in his.
"Hey there, buster! Just because you're the Sapphire Prince doesn't mean you're the boss of me! I am the consort and everybody knows the consort is the power behind the throne, right Kiala? I get to take you out on dates too. We'll alternate weekends, agreed?" Blaine let his laughing eyes twinkle at Kiala, as Kurt chuckled in agreement.
She smiled at their loving bantering.
"Let's just say you can be a partnership, all right?" She offered, ever the diplomat.
Blaine started to look and feel much better within a week or two, with the cutback in his workload, and then at least people stopped treating him as if they expected him to keel over all the time... Thank god. He still took Phys Ed, but he made sure he sat out any contact sports, with the threat of dire consequences from his partner, if he risked getting hit. He wanted to stay in shape as well as he could, so he continued to work out and lift weights, though his doctor limited him to ten pounds. Kurt assured him he'd never looked better, and his constant attention proved it.
"You know, I always thought it was sort an old fashioned compliment, but you really do glow, you know. Your skin looks fabulous and your eyes look…." Whatever it was Kurt was going to say got mumbled into a 'hmmmm' as he kissed both the eyes in question, working his way down the side of his face and into the crease under his chin. Blaine squirmed happily under Kurt and wrapped a leg around his thigh. They hadn't made love for a couple days because he'd complained he was sore, and he missed his partner.
He purred when Kurt sucked on his neck, being careful not to suck too hard. They tried to be careful because it was embarrassing in the locker rooms, if they were wearing too much evidence of what they were doing in each other's rooms in the evenings.
"Blaine?" Kurt muttered softly from his neck, the inflection sounding questioning.
"Hmmm?" Blaine answered from where he was kissing Kurt's shoulder, working his way from the soft skin of his neck across the muscle that led to his shoulder and the top of his arm.
"Do you think we might try it the other way around sometime?" Kurt lifted his head to look into his eyes, the teeniest bit of anxiety showing behind an eagerness he was barely suppressing.
"The oth…oh, you mean, with you bottoming? Do you really want to risk that? I mean, we don't both want to end up at the obstetrician's office." Blaine chuckled, but Kurt just frowned at him. Not even slightly funny, man.
"We'll make sure we use a condom to ensure I don't get pregnant, but why should you go through this transformation alone, and I don't have to deal with it? Besides, I sort of always assumed I'd be the one…" Kurt shrugged shyly. Blaine smiled at him understandingly. "I can't help wondering what it feels like. I would love to have you make me yours, the way I feel when you let me top. And that way we can still make love, if you aren't up it. When you get more advanced, that might be better for both of us."
Blaine surveyed his partner, his eyes dark and open, and let his fingers comb his hair back out of his eyes. He'd sort of stopped thinking about it, but now that Kurt had brought it up, he felt a surge of want run through him. He wanted to make Kurt feel as precious as he'd always made him feel. He nodded. "Okay, if you want to try it, I'm game. I would love to return the feelings you give me. Wait, let me check if I still have those condoms I bought like, a year and a half ago, when I only dreamed of one day getting into somebody's pants."
Kurt smacked his partner's ass, for even thinking about messing around with anybody but him, when he'd been crazy in love with him for weeks before they had finally gotten together. Had he always instinctively sensed how perfect a match Blaine would be for him from their first meeting? Blaine had confessed he'd been immediately attracted to Kurt too, but had resisted admitting it, even to himself.
Blaine was leaned over and was rummaging around in the bottom drawer of his night table, displaying his very trim and toned buttocks to his lover. Kurt took the opportunity presented and attached his lips to his hip and sucked a hickey into the skin, where it wouldn't show, in the locker room. Blaine squirmed around under his lips, until he rolled back, giving Kurt a narrowed expression. "Hey you, I thought we were flipping the coin tonight?" He said teasingly.
Kurt smirked. He wasn't going to let an opportunity like Blaine's naked butt pass unappreciated. Blaine grinned back at him, then worked his way down his body with his lips to prepare Kurt. Kurt was panting in only seconds after he touched him. By the time he leaned forward into him they were both feeling everything sharp and poised on the edge of their control. Kurt felt so hot, Blaine felt like he was being submerged in hot wax, holding him tightly in his grip.
Blaine held still, barely able to keep from just plunging in and pounding, though he knew he couldn't. This was all new and Kurt wasn't used to it at all. He was looking back at him with his mouth held open, panting and red, nearly overwhelmed with sensations he'd never felt before. They stayed like that for what felt like long minutes to Blaine, before Kurt nodded. He slid back slowly and then back in and felt Kurt spasm under him, and let out a whine. Kurt's hands grabbed his hips, his fingers clenching him hard.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, forcing himself to hold still again. "Do you want me to stop? We can go back to what we always did. You don't have to do this." Kurt shook his head, half wishing he could change his mind. It hurt, but there was just the edge of pleasure there, that he wanted to explore. If he could ignore the pain and focus on that, he knew this could work. "Slow. Go slow, at first, until…"
Blaine nodded in understanding. He knew. He started slow, and felt the breath slide out of Kurt with every thrust and his sharp inhalation when he pulled out. Blaine hoped to hell he could hold on to his control because he was starting to feel the heat building in him, the tension that he could only hold on to for so long. With the next thrust, Kurt closed his eyes and moved his hips toward him, in a shallow thrust and grunted.
They sped up after that, both of them sweating and rocking together until Blaine knew he was going to lose it. "I…I…Oh god." He panted helplessly. Kurt started working himself, in concert with his thrusts, and surprised both of them, when he started coming just as Blaine did. They both kept moving, slow little shivering thrusts, out of sync, shivering and uncontrolled, but so exquisitely pleasurable. The only thought circling in Blaine's mind was, oh my god, he'd finally fucked Kurt, a guilty dream he'd held in the back of his mind since the day he had first kissed him.
Kurt was lying under him looking completely debauched, his eyes closed and an open-mouthed mind-blown smile on his face. Blaine smiled at his expression, knowing exactly how he felt. Topping was amazing and satisfying in a way that bottoming wasn't but he wasn't going to permanently give up receiving. Maybe they could switch off now, depending on their mood, or if one of them was sore and sensitive, with their continuing changes going on 'down there'.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, raising up on his arms, and looking into Kurt's face with loving concern. His lover opened his eyes, looking dreamilysatisfied, immediately relieving his worries.
"Hmmm. Now I know why you seem to like this. Once you get past the first scary part, it feels incredible. Maybe we could do it again sometime?"
Blaine chuckled. "Now you know all my secrets...but you still have to share. We can take turns with this too, depending on our mood, or we can draw straws or something. I kind of liked being on this side. It felt incredible, mostly because it was with you. I love seeing that look on your face, no matter how it got put there." They wrapped around each other and snuggled sleepily, content to hold each other close.
