Blaine sighed, finishing his private Blaine-time. He missed Kurt so, so much, and two weeks without sex was absolutely terrible. His best acquaintance (a.k.a right hand) was aching and spasming, and cuddled himself to sleep. He missed Kurt's scent, his body, his sweet lips that did wonderful things.. Little Blaine did not even respond anymore, limp and dead to the world. Blaine fell into a dreamless slumber, hoping Kurt would invite him tonight, it was Friday night afterall.
Kurt was managing pretty well with his abstinence actually, he didn't really get aroused or horny easily unless Blaine was physically here (every Friday was a torture preventing himself to jump on Blaine). But he did have needs, so he made sure his bedroom was locked, and locked himself in the bathroom to relief. The echo in his bathroom was pretty nice too.
"Kurt honey?" Carole knocked on his door, waiting for a response. She knocked a little harder, and found the door locked, so she just slipped a note under his door asking if Blaine's coming over this week, since his absence last for the last Friday dinner made their family less-than-complete.
Kurt came out of his shower, smelling like a million flowers and mint and angels. He saw the note at the door, and bit his lip in consideration. He picked up his phone.
"Umm Kurt?" Blaine mumbled sleepily, head still cloudy and wrapped himself in blankets.
"Oh you're sleeping? Sorry I'll call back later." Kurt mumbled.
"I'm awake now. What is it my man?" Blaine got up, walking to his closet to find some clothes.
"Want to come over for dinner?" Kurt asked, Blaine's smile widened. "Carole misses you." His smile dropped. His boyfriend doesn't miss him?
"Oh.." Blaine stiffened, "Umm.. Yeah. See you at 6." he hung the phone quickly, hiding his disappointment.
But Kurt heard that tone of his voice. When did it become so difficult to say he missed him? Living without sex wasn't a big deal right..? Blaine's voice made his eyes a little mist.. No. It was the mist from the hot shower. He padded downstairs with a towel over his head, finding Carole in the kitchen.
"Carole I got your note." Kurt sat down on the island, pouring a cup of lemonade.
"So is Blaine coming? I miss that curly head sweetie. He always compliments my food." Carole joked gently, turning to see Kurt examining the contents of his lemonade.
"Yeah he's coming here at about 6.." Kurt deadpanned, gulping his juice like it was alcohol, his face scrunching at the sour taste, tongue darting out. "I like this." he drank another shot, nose crinkling up again.
"Aren't you happy Blaine's coming over? We haven't seen him in two weeks! Is he staying the night again?" Carole sat opposite him, pouring a cup for herself.
"I don't know, its up to him.." he shrugged, replying a text from Mercedes.
"Anything going on between you two?" Carole probed, picking up something.
"Nothing's happening.." Kurt replied honestly. None of them had been getting any, Kurt laughed sourly to himself. He felt the curious glance of his stepmother, sighing.
"I..have been avoiding Blaine.." Kurt mumbled, fiddling with the glass in his hands.
"What did he do?" Carole looked at him concerned, worried. "Did he make you uncomfortable?"
"No, its not him. Its not me either.." How can he explain this.. "Promise me not to say a word okay? And don't laugh at me."
Carole nodded and looked eagerly at her step-son. "Promise."
Kurt lowered his voice to a whisper, "We've not been..you know, physically intimate for half a month.." his cheeks tinged pink, he felt Carole trying to stay as objective as possible. "I've been abstaining.. Because everytime we're together doing..stuff, we get into so much awkwardness and embarrassment when people walk in or overhear us!" Kurt rubbed his hair in frustration, sighing again and again. "we tried, when nobody's around, as dad instructed, but either there's not enough time and we had to stop, or mood killed when someone knocks." Carole bit her lip, trying her best not to giggle. Kurt was all red by the end, his hair mused from the towel.
"Don't laugh!" Kurt huffed, hands on his hips. Carole smiled affectionately, shaking her head.
"Burt walked in on you two didn't he?" Carole giggled.
"Ugh don't talk about it. That was the most horrible. Not to say the Finn incident. At least your eyes are innocent." Kurt directed to her. Carole bit her lip, recollecting a certain incident...
"Oh my god you-" Kurt gasped, pulling his towel and wrapping his face with it. Nooo... "Just tell me when."
"I didn't see.. But I knew.. Valentines, I left my phone at the living room and realised after Burt and i got to the restaurant. We had to come back an hour later, told Burt to stay in the car.." Kurt groaned, slumped onto the kitchen island. They had been going at it like rabbits that day.
"Blaine's pretty good eh?" Carole smiled, much to Kurt's horror.
"Carole!" Kurt squeaked, his stepmother thoroughly enjoying his reaction. She waited for his response. Yep, she was a creepy lady.
"FINE yes." Kurt surrendered, deciding this was the most embarrassment he can get for his life. Everything is downhill from here. "He's great, I'm always better." he air quoted and rolled his eyes. Carole clapped and fangirled.
"Anyway why abstain? A little drastic isn't it?" Carole began working on her meal. Kurt leaned against the fridge, giving a lopsided shrug.
"Had enough embarrassment to last my whole life Carole." He went to help Carole prepare the vegetables.
"I feel like whenever i engage in ANY type of private activities I'll send some kind of subconscious signal asking everyone to walk in." Kurt emphasized with his hands, just as Burt went to the kitchen.
"SEE CAROLE! IT JUST HAPPENED!" Kurt exclaimed, pointing at his dad indignantly.
Burt looked at both of them. "What? I just needed to check what's cooking!"
"THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! IT'S TRUE ITS END OF THE WORLD!" Kurt paced around at his newfound theory, trying to wrap his head around it.
"Kurt says-" Kurt ran and cupped Carole's mouth. "Nothing, dad. We're cooking roast salmon. And steamed chicken with tofu, with rice. And vegetable. Chinese food." Kurt narrowed his eyes at Carole, daring her to spill his secrets. Carole hummed and continued chopping vegetables. Burt just looked at them oddly.
"Is Blaine coming?"
"Yep." Kurt got his little butterflies back in his tummy. He took a glance at the clock, and squeaked when he saw he only had can hour left to prepare.
Once Kurt went upstairs, Burt turned to Carole.
"What's for dessert?"
Blaine's spirits wasn't as high as usual, putting on his usual dapper outfit in silence and drove to Kurt's home. He looked longingly at Kurt's window, wishing him and Kurt was having loud love making fest-get your head out of the gutter Blaine!
He knocked on the door, Kurt, impeccable as ever, pulled him in and shut the door. "I miss you I miss you I miss you so much." he crushed Blaine in a hug, breathing deeply in Blaine's scent. They felt that whatever was wrong in the two weeks slowly slip away.
"I missed you a lot, Kurt. I thought you didn't love me as much anymore.. You don't find me attractive anymore.." Blaine whimpered, "You didn't even invite me last Friday, I thought I wasn't part of your family anymore.."
"God, Blaine." Kurt's eyes welled up. How could he have made Blaine feel that way? "No I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Kurt wept, "stupid me and my ideas. You're my boyfriend my family. I love you and you're still my sex god."
"I have to agree its rather silly." Blaine kissed him gently, so tender and full of love Kurt started sobbing into his lips.
"I'm a horrible boyfriend to deny you sex." Kurt sniffed, "And i do want you. A lot. I want you. Now. I don't care the whole family is here i want to make love to you right now. You need to know how important you are to me." Kurt pushed Blaine against the wall, devouring his lips. He quickly unbuttoned Blaine's shirt, touching his skin that he missed for too long.
"Kurt dinner. The dinner. We gotta eat." Blaine whimpered again. He trembled, and the tummy growled at the perfect timing while Kurt sucked a hickey. "You're so hot.. Ugh we gotta eat. I'm gonna get hard. No I'm hungry.." Kurt disrupted Blaine's coherency yet again. Finn tripped when he accidentally saw them in the corner of his eyes, jumping away from them.
"Whoa easy there." Finn shielded his eyes. "I didn't see anything. Continue." Finn had become much more accepting now. And rather tactful too. He went to the kitchen, leaving them behind.
"MOM! Burt! Don't go to the living room, Blaine's here." Kurt took back his words about Finn being tactful. That could never happen.
"Kurt don't make me horny now. Later. You can make me horny later. Lets eat." Blaine pulled Kurt away.
"Then have sex all night?" Kurt begged, pulling Blaine's collar to cover the hickey.
"All night, all day, until school break is over." Blaine promised. They both nodded, going into the kitchen.
The dinner went well, jokes were made and food was finished. Kurt excused himself first, and went to the bathroom. He texted Blaine.
"Blaine. Lets go basement. Better sound reduction?"
"Burt, Carole, thanks for the wonderful meal yet again, filling this bottomless pit of mine." Blaine patted his tummy. "I shall go find Kurt!"
"Wait a second Blaine!"
-basement-
Kurt looked around at the pretty LED candlelights he decorated and sprayed a little perfume on himself. Why wasn't Blaine down yet? He unbuttoned the top button, feeling his neck warm up. He rubbed his neck softly, waiting. Comeon, didn't Blaine receive his text? Kurt unbuttoned a few more, his chest showing and pulled his pants down, right below his hipbone.
He texted Blaine again. "COME TO BASEMENT!"
Blaine was talking to Carole in the living room, and his phone buzzed on the dinner table. Finn, finishing the leftovers, peered at the text.
"Umm Blaine? Kurt is at the basement, telling you he wants a cup..of juice!" Finn smiled at his wit.
"Its okay Blaine continue talking, I'll get it for that kid." Burt got a cup and the juice, going down. Finn continued on the tofu, still smiling at his brains. Blaine was listening to Carole, nodding and smiling.
Kurt had his shirt unbuttoned all the way by now, dammit he was really horny and he needed to kiss Blaine! Where the hell is Bl-he heard footsteps down the basement, and grinned evily. Oh yes, Blaine!~
Kurt ruffled his hair a bit more, fluffed the pillows and made sure the waistband of his Dolce&Gabbana boxer briefs peeped out the right amount from his jeans. Seduction mode full blast! He flicked the remote to play the sexy saxophone music, sprawled himself such that his butt was facing the door and mewled.
"Come in honey!" Kurt closed his eyes, pulling his shirt up a little more.
"I'm not Blaine!" Burt turned the doorknob, balancing the juice.
"NO DON'T COME IN NO NO DAD GO AWAY!" Kurt screamed, pulling a blanket on himself.
Burt took a glance at Kurt, and looked at his son. He rose an eyebrow in suspicion.
"What!" Kurt said indignantly.
"Lookin good?" Burt praised, and Kurt's bitch glare softened, but his blush gave him away.
"Thanks. Now go out please?" Kurt begged, hearing another pair of footsteps coming down. Blaine's face appeared.
"Safe sex. Both of you." Burt said, pushing Blaine in and shutting the door.
"Umm.. Carole got me this?" Blaine picked a doorknob message saying, 'leave us alone.' he turned around, putting the message outside,locked and turned back. Kurt threw the blanket away from him, revealing his lean body and delicious hipbones.
"I hope we got enough condoms and lube.." Blaine whispered, crawling towards Kurt, placing a kiss on his temple. "because i have a feeling we'll be.." Kurt's breaths turned ragged and hot, leaning up against Blaine to feel his presence, "making lots of love.." they locked their lips, as the night soared alive with their passion, hearts thumping in rhythm.
A/N: this is one lengthy chapter! I really enjoyed writing this one. do you guys want the smut? :D And this isn't as awkward as I'd like it to be, but I do like me Klaine. Cheers!