A/N: So this is the longest chapter yet, for this fic. Some smut near the end, so please, don't kill me. *not the good smut* Happy reading!
As Kurt and Blaine continued walking along the narrow identical roads, hand in hand, Kurt noticed a dorm slightly different from the others.
Not the regular red doors and window frames with white walls. The townhouse was a light lavender with mustard doors. Kurt nodded approvingly at the design, frowning when he felt Blaine pull on his hand.
"Alright! We're here." Blaine said happily, gesturing to the townhouse. "Okay, I should probably tell you a little bit about-"
"Oh! You must be my new roomy!" A voice called from the door. Kurt turned around to see a small, thin boy running through the yard to get to them. As he came closer, Kurt noticed his black hair, a shade darker than Blaine's, and his pale skin. Suddenly, Kurt was having the air squeezed out of him by the stranger, who he noticed was squealing. As the boy pulled away, Kurt noticed his light green eyes, the little freckles painting his face as the boy grinned wide at Kurt, waving like a lunatic. "Hello! I'm Thad Doyle!" Thad said happily, stretching out a hand for Kurt to shake.
Kurt took his hand, realizing their hands were equally as soft. A moisturize-r!, Kurt thought happily. "Hi! I'm Kurt Hummel. I guess this is where I'll being staying-"
"Yep! The hooligans came around earlier with your stuff!" Thad said with a roll of his eyes. Kurt rolled his eyes as well, completely understanding Thad's statement. Blaine gaped, looking between them, they were like the same person. Of course with the fact that Kurt's ass much nicer, Blaine thought. Thad looked between the two of them. "Well, I'll let you two finish whatever it is that you're...never mind, whenever you're ready, Kurt, I'll give you the grand tour of the place!" Thad said, winking at Kurt before rushing back inside to do whatever the crazed boy was going to do.
Blaine chuckled when he saw the look on Kurt's face. "Is he always so...Thad?" Kurt asked.
"Unfortunately, yep. But you gotta love him, he's the one that keeps The Warblers organized and on time for all concerts and such. Plus he's not too bad at singing. Not as good as you, but-"
"Blaine! He's like twenty feet away!" Kurt hissed, slapping his arm lightly. Blaine chuckled, placing his hands on Kurt's hips. Kurt sighed, resting his palms on Blaine's shoulders. "Is it kind of bad that I don't want you to leave?" Kurt said quietly.
Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt's cheek. "No, I don't want to leave either but I have to be at the gym early tomorrow to box with the guys." Blaine said sadly. Kurt nodded, pressing their foreheads together. "Don't forget, you have your tour of the academy tomorrow." Blaine said.
"Oh right, thanks for reminding me." Kurt said. Blaine smiled, nipping at Kurt's jaw as he felt the thin boy's breath hitch. After a few moments of Blaine just absorbing the sinful noises Kurt was making, he noticed the boy was starting to yawn.
"Someone seems tired." Blaine said, removing his lips from Kurt's jaw, lightly kissing the tip of Kurt's nose.
Kurt groaned, murmuring 'nuh uh', as he tried to snuggle further into Blaine's arms. After a few moments, Blaine chuckled. Kurt looked up in question and Blaine nodded towards the door. "We have a fan." Blaine said. Thad, who had been peeking through the window, squealed when he noticed the pair looking at him, running from the window.
Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes at the boy's antics. "Alright, well I'll see you on monday." Kurt said, still not making a motion to leave.
"Have a good night, Kurt." Blaine said sincerely, caressing Kurt's face with his rough palm. Kurt sighed, leaning back into the touch as Blaine moved forward, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, leaving both breathless afterwards. As Kurt began to walk up to the porch, he looked back to see Blaine still standing there. "Just making sure you get in safe!" Blaine said.
Kurt chuckled, Blaine was so protective over him, even at the park, he hadn't wanted Kurt to wander the area without him being there. "Blaine, I'm literally two steps from the door, I think I'm okay." Kurt teased, though he did secretly like the attention a bit.
Blaine shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Once Kurt opened the unlocked door, he turned to blow Blaine a cheesy little kiss. Blaine made a motion of catching it, placing it in his pants and making a masturbating motion, with a wink. Kurt blushed deep red, though he was laughing, giving Blaine the finger before walking inside.
Long after Kurt had gone inside, Blaine was still standing on the sidewalk, trying to wrap his mind around the little flutter in his heart. Sighing, Blaine made his way towards his own house, on the opposite side of the city, having never felt happier in his life.
"So,...you and Blaine." Thad said, wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt rolled his eyes, continuing to help Thad with the dishes. They had just eaten dinner, both realizing the other was a phenomenal cook. Shortly after showing Kurt the two floor townhouse, with an empty room for Kurt, where he was surprised to see all of his stuff unpacked and in the proper drawers, Thad had insisted they make something for dinner to symbolize their new friendship. Kurt actually loved the townhouse, Thad had picked expensive dark wood furniture that complemented the baize walls nicely. From the amount of designer clothes he had shown Kurt in his walk-in closet, Kurt could tell Thad was obviously quite wealthy.
So as they had filled each other in on the other's life, the topic had switched to the conversation that was bound to come. "I don't know what you mean by that." Kurt said, acting as if he hadn't just been practically making out with Blaine in the front yard.
"All I'm saying is that if I was in your shoes,...I would be careful." Thad said, handing Kurt another plate to place into the dishwasher.
"Oh gosh, Thad, no! We're just...-"
"Lovers?" Thad asked, hand on his hip.
"Well no...not yet, but-"
"No buts, Hummel. You either are or you aren't. Trust me, from my own experiences, don't let these men use you. You deserve a relationship! Not some...fling on the side." Thad reasoned.
"We're not just a fling!" Kurt said.
"Kurt, honey, with all due respect, if your looking for a relationship, I don't know if Blaine's the right guy. He's practically slept with the entire gay population of San Francisco." Thad said honestly, Kurt winced, feeling that pang of hurt in his chest whenever someone mentioned Blaine's past.
"I-I know, but he's different around me...you know? It's like he's forced to be this macho 'sex god' in front of everyone but with me, he's just...Blaine. No labels, no prerequisites on how to act, just...Blaine." Kurt said.
Thad looked at him incredulously. "Wow, I might just ship you two." He said, wide-eyed.
Kurt rolled his eyes, his friend was a bit on the bipolar side. "Anyways, any idea about where I need to go tomorrow for my tour of the school?" Kurt asked.
"Oh yeah! I'll walk you up to the main campus tomorrow. They usually have a few seniors ready to help new kids." Thad said.
"Okay, that sounds great. I think I'm gonna head up now, long flight." Kurt said, yawning and stretching.
Thad nodded, saying he'd finish cleaning the kitchen. As Kurt went through his skin care routine his phone sounded, some Katy Perry song blasting out of his phone. Jumping at the sudden noise, Kurt looked at his screen to see a text from Blaine. Kurt forgot that he had given Blaine his number in Ohio, just in case he got 'lost in the city', according to Blaine.
Ur probably already asleep, but sweet dreams. :* Have a great day tomorrow. xo -Blaine
Kurt smiled happily, sending a reply back quickly.
Just finishing my skin care routine. :) Sleep well! *virtual kiss* and please don't put this one in your pants. -Kurt
Blaine smiled down at the message as he flipped through channels on his flat screen, not having been home on a weekend night since freshman year. But he was trying to refrain from going to the clubs, for Kurt's sake.
As Kurt got into his new bed, the big Dalton crest engraved in the headboard, his mind slowly drifted away from all the upcoming events, consumed with happiness. I have a hot kind-of-boyfriend, guy friends, a new best friend, a private music school, a townhouse in a gay-friendly city, and a new life. Kurt Hummel, this has been your week, he thought joyfully, as he drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Blaine awoke in his bed, confused at the empty feeling to his left. As he remembered the previous night, a small smile lit his face. There would be no more cuddling with strangers he'd fucked over the table the previous night anymore, no more feelings of guilt or regret after rejecting a second date from whatever guy he had picked from the masses begging for him at the bars. As he rose from his bed, checking over his slightly messy bedroom, guitar against the wall, clothing scattered over the ground, as he had been too tired to actually change last night, he picked up his phone.
Jeff groaned as he sat up on his couch, his alarm clock, Blaine, had began his usual routine of waking everyone up for their weekly gym trip. Even though Blaine was the only one who actually took boxing, Jeff and the other guys just liked to go to get some exercise in for the weekend.
Nick, who always ended up in his arms whenever they slept on the couch, was hiding his face under a pillow, mumbling something about the importance of sleep. Jeff smirked, picking up the phone. "Ello." Jeff said, voice still hoarse from sleep.
"Hey, wake Nick up for me." Blaine said, sounding tired himself. After hearing the rustling of Jeff trying to wake Nick up, Blaine smirked. And I'm the gay one, he thought. "So Jeff, how was the sex? I'm guessing Nick's a screamer." Blaine teased, practically seeing Nick's flustered face as he tried to pretend he wasn't listening.
Jeff laughed loudly, putting his iPhone on speaker. "It was actually superb. Nick's spanking kink contributes deeply to my need to pound his tight-"
He was interrupted by Nick's slap across his face. "Hello?" Nick said, sleep laced in his voice. "What time is it, Blaine? Usually you'd still be asleep." Nick said, confused.
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, checking his watch to see that it only was 7 45 in the morning. "Oh...I guess you're right." Blaine said.
"Usually you'd be having your morning sex at this time." Jeff said, also confused by Blaine's slightly different schedule.
Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his bed, even though they couldn't see him. "Yeah...about that, I'm kinda sort-of dating-"
"Kurt." Both Nick and Jeff said at the same time, smirking to each other.
"What? How did you guys-"
"Blaine. You practically undressed him with your eyes everywhere we went. It's kind of obvious you have the hots for him." Nick said.
"No, its not just his body...though he is crazy sexy, but its more emotional, y'know? Like we have all that mushy stuff you see in Disney movies..."
"Aw! Blainey is falling in love, Nick!" Jeff said happily.
"Jeff, your gay is showing." Nick said. Jeff pouted, going in for a kiss, and getting another slap.
"Meanie." Jeff said, crossing his arms.
"Okay, well I'm going to wake up Wes and David, so you two don't go too hard on Round 2, we want Nick to be able to walk, Jeff." Blaine said, this sexual banter completely normal between him and his straight friends.
"With my dick, that'll be tough, but I'll try. Smell ya later, Anderson." Jeff said, hanging up the phone.
Nick turned to him, his flush still painted on his cheeks. "You don't think Blaine knows, right?"
"He doesn't suspect a thing, love." Jeff said happily, going down to mark his boyfriend's neck. Blaine was right, Nick was a bit of a vocalist.
Kurt awoke the next morning feeling better than he had in days. Walking into his furnished bathroom, taking the time last night to arrange all of his products, Kurt took a quick shower. The scent of vanilla body wash fresh on his body, Kurt made his way down to the kitchen. The smell of blueberry pancakes wafting through the air, he found Thad and a slightly curvy brunet making breakfast.
"And here he is!" Thad said, gesturing to Kurt. For the second time in two days, Kurt was getting the air squeezed out of him by a stranger. The slightly chunky boy waved excitedly.
"Why, hello! I'm Trent." The boy said, stretching out a polite hand, dressed superbly in designer clothing from head to toe.
Kurt took his hand politely, another moisturize-r, he noted. "Hi! I'm Kurt." He said politely.
Trent smiled. "So big day ahead of you, right?" He asked carefully, handing Kurt a plate of pancakes. Kurt winced, taking a few pancakes off the plate, not sure he could stomach more than one due to his nerves.
"Definitely..." He said, straightening the end of his loose shirt. Kurt had gone for a more casual look today, deciding to wear a pair of black parachute sweatpants with an off-the-shoulder top. Of course with a black wife-beater beneath it, so he didn't look too provocative. He didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression.
"Hey, no need to be nervous! The campus may seem huge, but that's why we have majors. You only have to be in a one certain section of the school for each course, depending on the course. Like all dancing courses are in the same studio, as the theatric classes stay near the grand auditorium." Thad said, pulling up a stool to the dining table.
"Oh yeah! What are your classes?" Trent asked, Kurt noticing the way his dark brown eyes seemed to twinkle a little when he got excited.
Kurt took the sheet of paper out of his pocket, carefully placing it next to his plate. He gestured for them to look at it if they pleased.
Kurt Hummel: Grade 11
Major: Music-Oriented Theatricality
Period 1: AP Lang.-Mrs. Truncate
Period 2: Honors Chemistry-Prof. Brown
Period 3: AP Calculus AB-Ms. Lovell
Period 4: AP U.S. History-Mr. Lament
Period 5: AP Shakespearean Study-Dr. Melinore
Period 6: Musical Theatre III-Ms. Corcoran
Period 7: Dance II-Ms. July
Period 8: Advanced Acting III-Mrs. Wright
"Oh good! We have musical theatre together!" Thad said excitedly, bouncing in his chair. "Shelby's going to love you!" He said, clapping his hands like a seal.
"We have all our cores together, Kurt!" Trent said, high-fiving a relieved Kurt. He didn't want to be alone on his first few weeks.
Once they explained each course's teacher to Kurt, along with a list of attractive guys in each class, and a long debate over who was the proper queen of fashion, Kurt noticed they should probably leave.
As they made their way along the path up to the main campus, Kurt gasped at the sheer magnitude of that was the main academy. It looked like a gothic castle, of course with the exception of the 'D' in the center. A few kids were scattered all over the outer grounds, reciting lines, reading poetry, drawing, taking photos, dancing, singing, and basically doing what artistic kids do.
As they entered the main building, Kurt noticed it was very different from the previous building Blaine and him had been in. The inside was decorated nicely with plush chairs and carpeted floors, the walls painted elegantly, paintings hung up, obviously made by students, since there were names under each work with the student's current college. Kurt was surprised to see quite a few Ivy league schools named.
Thad and Trent led him towards the main office. As he entered, he noticed a thin woman whispering with a slightly tall blond boy next to her. She gave off an intimidating aura, more authoritative than anything else. As she noticed him, she quickly nodded in his direction, the blond turning around and waving at Kurt.
"Headmistress! We're so sorry to interrupt you but-"
"Yes, Trent, I knew of Mr. Hummel's tour this morning." The woman said, politely shaking Kurt's hand, her grip firm. "At Dalton Academy for the Arts, we only expect the best service given to every student." She explained. "That's why your guide for today will be Dalton's senior class president and talented musician, Adam Crawford. He will show you all your classes for today, as well as any other places you wish to see."
"Thank you so much. It's an honor to be here." Kurt said kindly. The headmistress smiled, before walking back into her own office.
"Well, we'll leave you in his hands now." Thad said, nodding towards Adam before rushing out of the office with Trent.
"Weird..." Kurt said, watching his friends leave. Turning back to the slightly attractive blond, Kurt politely shook his hand. "Hi! I'm Kurt." He said.
"Hello, I'm Adam." The blond said, still holding onto Kurt's soft hand. Kurt smiled shyly, releasing his hand from the strong grip. "Well, lets start the tour." Adam said, offering Kurt his arm.
Adam took hold of his hand as he explained the history of the school to Kurt. Going into a large extent about it's origins. Adam kept looking every now and then to see if Kurt was still listening and earning a shy smile of encouragement as he continued playing tour guide. As Kurt zoned out, he realized why this guy was president of the school. He sure was a lot more knowledgeable than Blaine, but he lacked the passion that Blaine possessed.
Kurt suddenly remembered something very important. Don't let your heart deceive you from making the right choice. But don't let your brain hold you back from finding love, his mother had said in the letter. Wow, she already knew what type of guys Kurt would go for back then.
"Alright, so what's first on your schedule, little boy blue?" Adam asked with a wink. Kurt blushed at the pet name.
"I have AP Lang. with Mrs. Truncate." Kurt said quietly.
"Oh! What a nice woman. The books she assigned her classes last year were superb." Adam said, guiding Kurt down a hall with what Kurt assumed was the english hall due to the fact that there were many kids inside the rooms, reading or writing.
"You had her?" Kurt asked.
"Yep. She was great. Except most guys couldn't keep their eyes away from her junk in the trunk." Adam said, earning a laugh from Kurt.
"Well, I'm sure you must have had lots of fun, then." Kurt said flirtatiously. Adam laughed, his dark blue eyes shifting to Kurt's slightly grey ones.
"Nope, sorry. I'm queer as a three dollar bill." Adam said with a wink, looking down at Kurt's raw shoulders. Kurt frowned, moving away from his hungry eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have assumed you were-"
"No, I am...I just...I kind of have already have a thing with someone." Kurt said, thinking of the goofy, sexy, curly haired boy he was falling for.
"Let me guess...Blaine Anderson?" Adam said with a roll of eyes.
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "How did you know that?" He asked.
"The kid's had every guy at this school fall for him. Well besides me, of course." Adam said superiorly. Kurt nodded. Adam sent him an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to undermine your confidence, its just that he has many guys just waiting to get their hands on him. Being in a relationship with him doesn't seem like a good idea to me." Adam said, putting a comforting hand on Kurt's arm.
Kurt sighed, not wanting to discuss this topic right now. "Can we please just get to my next class?" He asked. Adam nodded, leading him towards the labs.
As Blaine hit the punching bag in front of him again, all he could think about was a certain pair of blue eyes and pale skin. As him and the other guys had finished up their exercise of lifting weights and running the indoor track of the school's gym, Blaine had decided to stay a bit longer, to practice for boxing the next day.
Blaine felt his arms start to get sore, pulling off his boxing gloves. As he entered the locker room, he realized his friends were already gone. Probably to go get them all some food. Removing his sweaty shorts and tank top, Blaine stepped into a shower.
As the cold water hit his hot flesh, he shivered, pictures of Kurt swimming through his mind. As his thoughts drifted from thoughts of Kurt's laugh and smile to his fine ass, Blaine felt himself get hard.
Blaine was surprised, usually it took at least a decent blow job to get him this erect, but maybe the lack of sex for the past few days and Kurt's immaculate looks were making him crazy. The good crazy.
As he imagined that tight ass enveloping his cock, Blaine sighed, dropping his head against the wall behind him. He gripped his cock, stroking lazily a few times as Kurt's tiny whimpers entered his mind.
As he continued his masturbation, he hadn't noticed the muscular brunet hungrily staring at him at his large cock from the opposite side of the locker room. Contemplating whether or not to join him, the boy decided to wait, gripping him own cock.
"Kurt..." Blaine said, feeling his hand speed up with the pulse of his heart.
The boy smirked, definitely gay, he thought. As the boy stealthily made his way over to Blaine, he quietly kneeled in front of Blaine. Blaine hadn't noticed, too overcome with the sensuality of almost feeling Kurt around him. It was as if Kurt was there, encouraging him to continue his motions.
So Blaine thought he was dreaming when he felt a hot cave of saliva envelope his cock.
As he looked down, he noticed the chestnut hair, smirking. "Oh, Kurt, yeah, is that you?" He said, shocked that Kurt was doing this to him.
'Kurt' nodded, the boy too overcome with lust to admit who he was.
Blaine smiled, blessing whatever God up there had given him this gift of perfection. "Oh baby, suck a bit harder, oh, yeah just like that." Blaine whimpered, feeling his gut turn in knots. As Blaine's orgasm hit him, the boy swallowing all his seed, Blaine was overcome with shock. Kurt was at his tour right now. Thad had texted to tell him. Kurt was not between his legs right now, some creepy stranger was. Blaine pulled away fast, kicking the man away by his chest. As the boy fell off his knees, onto the slippery floor of the narrow shower, Blaine noticed his meerkat features. The way he smirked at Blaine, his mischievous eyes boring into Blaine's own clueless ones. Blaine gasped.
This boy had put him through hell last year. This was the boy he had fallen for when he didn't know what love was. This boy had made him believe in love.
Then he had left for Paris as if Blaine meant nothing to him. He had also cheated, quite frequently, but so had Blaine. They were both equally as filthy. And that insecurity was what always made Blaine come back to him, even when he wanted nothing more then to sucker punch the douche.
"Sebastian?"
A/N: Phew. What did y'all think? I don't ship SeBlaine or Kadam so don't worry. This story was getting non-juicy so I needed to get the dramatics flowing. But Adam is a good guy, unlike Sebastian. Even though Blaine is ten times better for Kurt.
I won't be doing that "inspirational/cheesy lovey-dovey word" chapter headings anymore. The chapter names will reflect the content of the chapter. *SLOW CLAP*
Next time: Kurt's tour is continued, poor Blaine deals with the guilt. No Klangst yet though.
Please review if you liked! I love each and every review.
Thank you! And bye-bye.
