"Good morning," Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair the next morning. The sun was just rising, and Blaine was completely surrounded in Kurt's scent and warmth and just everything was so perfect because he finally had Kurt back. He couldn't be happier.
"Good morning," Kurt replied huskily as he was roused from sleep. "I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day." Kurt's head was resting on Blaine's bare chest, rising and falling with every breath Blaine took. Blaine's head was tucked into Kurt's hair, and both their arms were wrapped tightly around one another.
"Same. This feels... so wonderful. And right. I'm so happy, Kurt," Blaine stated, a large smile on his face.
Kurt yawned before smiling back, replying, "Can you believe we're in New York City right now? You and me, Blaine. Together. In the city that we'll be living in in just a few more months."
And now Blaine's smile was even bigger, if that was even possible.
"So that plan is still a go?" Blaine questioned, already knowing the answer.
"Of course. That is, if you still want to," Kurt stated, quirking an eyebrow up at Blaine, which made Blaine pull Kurt even closer to his own body, reveling in how lucky he was to have a man as wonderful and beautiful as Kurt love him.
"Yes. Absolutely."
"Good," Kurt smiled, then gave Blaine a quick peck on the lips. "Now let go of me. I've got to take a shower and get ready for competition."
"Can I... join you?" Blaine asked with a smirk on his face.
Kurt feigned pondering it over, before finally saying, "Nah... I think I'll manage on my own." He then sashayed toward the bathroom, looking over his shoulder and winking at Blaine before he shut the bathroom door behind him.
"You little tease!" Kurt heard Blaine call from the bedroom, and he couldn't help the laugh he let out.
"Patience, my dear. You just got me back. In good time," Kurt yelled back in reply, then turned on the shower.
"Okay, guys. It's the moment you've all be waiting for. Just go out there and do your best and I know we'll win!" Mr. Schuester pepped up the group with a little speech backstage, moments before New Directions was set to perform.
The group all quietly cheered, careful to not be a disruption to the group that was currently competing on stage, then separated, moving into the wings of the stage, waiting silently and nervously for it to be their turn to sing.
Blaine quickly hurried over to Kurt to wish him luck before he went on stage.
"Break a leg, Kurt. I know you'll sing your solo beautifully," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.
"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt replied, his voice shaking. Blaine glanced at him, confusion visible on his face.
"Kurt... are you nervous?" Blaine asked, completely in shock.
"Please don't judge me," Kurt whimpered.
"Oh, Kurt. There's no need for you to be nervous. You'll kill this! I know you will!" Blaine reassured.
"It's just... I've never sung a solo like this- in front of a real crowd, I mean. What if I mess up? What if I forget the lyrics?" Kurt started panicking.
"Hush. You won't mess up, Kurt. And you won't forget the lyrics. You are going to do a great job. I know it. And if you're so freaked out, I'll be sitting in the front row. Just look at me if you need to. Pretend like you're just singing to me."
"Okay..." Kurt said, then turned his attention back to the stage in front of him. The group before New Directions had just finished up, and it was now his turn to sing.
"You've got this. Go get them," Blaine said, then hurried away to take his seat.
Blaine had only been seated for a few seconds when the lights came up on the stage, and Kurt was standing front and center in the spotlight. And then he began to sing.
You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though I try to hide - I like you
I like you.
I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe - you got me
You got me.
The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up.
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of.
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh my heart is filled with you.
I can't imagine what it'd be like
Living each day in this life without you.
Without you.
One look from you I know you understand
This mess we're in you know is just so out of hand.
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up.
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of.
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh my heart is filled with you.
I hope we always feel this way
And in my heart I know that you will always stay
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up.
It feels so good it must be love
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh my heart is filled with you.
Oh
You got me. You got me.
Oh
You got me. You got me.
Kurt finished the song staring straight at Blaine, which is where he had been looking the entire song, a huge smile on his face. And Blaine knew it, right then, with Kurt looking right at him, they had won this thing. And better yet, Blaine had won Kurt.
"I still can't believe we won," Kurt stated as he and Blaine took a stroll around Central Park. The competition had ended a few hours ago, and, in celebration, Mr. Schuester gave everyone the night off to do whatever they wanted.
Kurt and Blaine decided to separate from the group so they could explore their future home.
So far, they had been to Grand Central Station and Times Square, and they were now finishing up the day with an evening stroll in Central Park, hand in hand.
"You won, Kurt. It was your beautiful solo that led New Directions to victory. I am so proud of you. You sang beautifully, Kurt. I am in awe of your voice," Blaine gushed.
"Thank you. You're so sweet," Kurt blushed. "Today has been absolutely perfect. We're back together, New Directions won Nationals, we're exploring New York City, I'm holding your hand in public and no one even gives a damn..."
"It has been pretty great, hasn't it?" Blaine contemplated.
"I can only think of one thing that would make it even better," Kurt said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Blaine questioned.
"We could go back to the hotel and get... reacquainted."
"Why, Kurt Hummel... are you coming on to me?" Blaine teased.
"Maybe..." Kurt replied with a wink.
"Well then, my answer is yes! Come on. Let's go." And the two men took off running to the nearest Metro.
I missed you so much," Blaine whispered, his lips still moving against Kurt's. They laid together in the hotel bed, limbs intertwined and breathing warm and heavy. They got back to the room fifteen minutes ago and headed straight for the bed. They hadn't stopped kissing since that first touch outside the hotel room door.
"I love you," Kurt replied, reclaiming Blaine's lips possessively, only breaking apart briefly to pull Blaine's shirt off over his head.
Kurt threw a leg over Blaine, straddling him, allowing himself a minute to enjoy the sight of his perfectly debauched boyfriend- lips red from moving against his, hair a mess from where Kurt had knotted his fingers in it. He groaned and immediately ducked down and began slowly kissing down Blaine's neck, sucking lightly as he made his way toward Blaine's collarbone- he grazed his teeth over it, placing little bites across his shoulder, and then running his tongue back over it, soothing the pleasurable pain. It was a move Blaine had taught him, and, sure enough,Blaine began moaning at the intensity of it all.
He and Kurt had done a lot since they started dating, but they still hadn't had sex, and knowing that this is where all the intimacy was leading this time brought a whole new feeling to the table. Humming with excitement as he contemplated that, he trailed his mouth back down, peppering kisses down his lover's body, feeling the speeding pulse of Blaine's heart under his lips.
Once Kurt had reached Blaine's nipple, lapping at it and biting it until it had hardened to a peak, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub and glanced up at Blaine with that look- that look that made Blaine groan because it was so very teasing, the look that not only said, 'I love you, I'm yours,' but also, 'I will eat you alive.'Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He needed more of Kurt, and he needed it now.
Blaine growled and threw himself on top of Kurt, who let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure as he pulled Kurt's shirt off as he went. He urgently leaned forward to kiss Kurt, and Kurt met him halfway, their lips melding as they kissed desperately. Blaine moved his hips, grinding down on top of Kurt, eager for any friction he could get. And now Kurt was moaning and panting underneath Blaine, and it was the most beautiful and erotic sight Blaine had ever seen.
"Blaine, more. I need to feel you," Kurt whimpered as Blaine started kissing down his body until he reached his hip bone, where he started sucking until a hickey had formed, raw and purple against Kurt's perfectly light skin.
"Tell me what you want," Blaine replied.
"Touch me. I want you to touch me," Kurt begged, yanking on Blaine's hair. Blaine smiled and ran his lips down from Kurt's hipbone, skirting the place where Kurt wanted him the most,and trailed little nips and kisses down his thigh until he got to the inside of his knee, leaving Kurt incredibly frustrated and cursing the layer of denim between his skin and Blaine's lips- he could only get the vague warmth of Blaine's mouth, only enough teasing pleasure to keep him desperate.
And then Blaine spoke against Kurt's knee, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I am touching you." Kurt nearly screamed.
"God, Blaine! Make love to me! I want you to make love to me." And then the joking was gone from Blaine's eyes, and he instantly started unbuttoning Kurt's pants and tugged them down, underwear and all, then shoved off the bed just long enough to do the same to his own clothing, until both men were naked and Blaine was back on top of Kurt, flesh on flesh. Both men moaned at the contact.
Blaine resumed his ministrations, smattering kisses around Kurt's hips and thighs, touching everywhere except where Kurt wanted it most. Teasing again.
"Blaine… please…" Kurt panted.
And without a second to lose, Blaine took Kurt in his mouth whole. Kurt let out a scream as Blaine let the weight of his cock rest in his mouth, humming a bit. When Kurt's hands went back to his hair and he bucked up, Blaine gently pressed Kurt's hips down so as not to choke, and took him deeper into his throat. He eventually let up a bit, licking around the head, sucking and swirling his tongue around the tip with enthusiasm.
"Oh god, Blaine! So good! Your mouth… oh my god… I'm not.. I'm not going to last, Blaine, please," Kurt moaned.
And Blaine didn't want that to happen, so he gently released Kurt's cock and shimmied back up Kurt's body until they were face to face.
Kurt reached around and grabbed Blaine's head from behind, forcing their mouths to reconnect. Blaine gasped at the sudden kiss and Kurt took advantage of it by slipping his tongue into Blaine's mouth, intrigued by the taste of himself in Blaine's mouth.
While they kissed, Blaine reached over to the bedside table and grabbed lube and a condom.
"Are you ready?" Blaine asked as they broke apart, gasping for air.
"Yes. Please, Blaine." And Blaine noticed how he kept saying that… Please. He leaned down so he could whisper in Kurt's ear.
"You don't have to ask like that. You don't have to say please. I'm yours. I want this as much as you do." Kurt shuddered and spread his legs.
And that was all Blaine needed before he lubed up his fingers and reached down, slowly inserting his pointer finger into Kurt's entrance.
It was a strange and foreign feeling. Kurt had never done this to himself, and it had never been done to him, either. Foreign, but not unwelcome. It felt wonderful having a part of Blaine… any part, inside of him. He felt closer to the older man than he ever had, and it made him feel a bit like crying, how beautiful and perfect and delicious it all was.
"More," Kurt whispered, overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, reaching down to rest a hand on Blaine's shoulder, the other hand clenching into the sheets- he resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes closed, but chose instead to watch Blaine- his perfect face raking over Kurt's body with something like wonder as he worked his finger, twisting and pumping just a little so the pleasure sparked over and over again.
At the request, Blaine immediately added another finger, and carefully began the process of scissoring them back and forth, stretching and preparing Kurt. When he could feel that Kurt was ready, he added a third finger, rutting himself against Kurt as he did, trying to get some relief to his aching hardness. The sounds Kurt was making as he fingered him were so arousing, Blaine thought he might come from just that alone.
"I'm ready, Blaine," Kurt said at last. Blaine brought them together in a brief, passionate kiss, slid on the condom, parted Kurt's legs further and lowered his body against Kurt's. He then slid himself in, working hard to go slowly, not wanting to cause Kurt any pain.
As soon as he was all the way in, he gasped, "I love you, Kurt."
"I love you, too. Just… give me a minute."
Blaine slowed his breathing, putting all of his concentration into remaining still, mumbling quiet, loving reassurances into Kurt's skin, until Kurt finally said, "Okay. Move."
And then Blaine was slowly grinding into Kurt, and then pulling out until just the head was engulfed in heat, then slowly pushing back in again, going slow and trying to make this experience as intimate as he could.
Kurt was lightly panting underneath him, occasionally rising up to place a kiss to Blaine's chest or neck or wherever he could reach, reveling in the way that Blaine smiled down at him whenever he did this.
Eventually, Blaine began to feel that familiar, curling feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he knew he was getting close.
"Kurt…" Blaine whined.
"Me too. I… Blaine," Kurt panted,reaching to pull Blaine closer.
Blaine sped up, pumping into Kurt with more force, reveling in the feeling of the friction Kurt was giving him, and loving the fact that it was Kurt that he was sharing this with. Blaine fought to keep his eyes open, making eye contact with Kurt as they got close to the finish.
And then Kurt was coming and screaming and panting and writhing beneath him, staring into his eyes the entire time, and that is what brought Blaine to his finish as well, a few short seconds later.
A few minutes later, after they had time to cool down and come back to themselves, Kurt found himself staring deep into Blaine's hazel eyes.
"That was... that was so perfect, Blaine," Kurt whispered, not wanting to break the moment.
"It was. Thank you, Kurt. Thank you for sharing that with me. I love you," Blaine whispered in return, snuggling into his boyfriend, drowsiness quickly overtaking him.
"I love you, too. Always."
A/N: Again, major shout-out to agypsyinclover. You can thank her for all of that wonderful smut. I wrote the outline for it, and then she went in and made it fun! :)
Also again, I must say, school is a bitch. Sorry updates aren't coming as quickly as they used to. I have absolutely zero free time. It's kind of ridiculous.
The song is Colbie Caillat's You Got Me. Runners up for that song were You've Got the Love by Florence and the Machine, and Make You Feel My Love by Adele. I think I made the right choice. What say you?
I really hope you guys liked this chapter! Next up, the boys confront Burt. AGAIN!