Hello, darling readers! How better to spend a Glee-less Tuesday than updating?
I am so blown away by the love and support I am getting. I get daily notifications of people alerting this, and it just warms me to my toes. I have had this fic rec'd, so much love to Windrider1967 for that, and I have had people tell me they heard about my story on Twitter. Twitter! I am just amazed. I just love you all so much, seriously. To all of you who have reviewed, I want you to know I flail every time. I haven't been able to answer back as often as I would like, but please know that you are absolutely my heart's delight.
Much adoration and appreciation for MayThisBe for being my French translator and helping me with the exchange between Jake and Kurt in French class. Love you, my darling!
Le smut warning for the end of the chapter...
Don't own Glee but I have a calendar that I am marking off the days until the next episode!
Chapter 21
Blaine sat on his bed, freshly showered after leaving Kurt in his dorm. He was idly towel drying his damp locks as David gesticulated wildly from his bed, tie loose and looking rumpled.
"So, I said, 'I'm merely suggesting that instead of wearing blue ties with red piping, we wear jackets with red ties and blue piping for the competition.' And wouldn't you know that fool Trent starts yelling about Warblers being a kangaroo court?" David was ranting to Blaine, obviously quite irritated.
Blaine nodded and said, "Yeah."
David continued, "Can you believe him? Does he think he somehow woke up on the Council or something?"
Again, Blaine nodded and said, "Yeah."
David crossed his arms and said, "I'm gonna get a tattoo on my face just like Mike Tyson has. Maybe get my dick pierced. I hear it's supposed to make sex really awesome."
Blaine nodded and said, "Yeah." He then yelped in surprise as one of David's pillows hit him square in the face. "What the hell, David?"
David was laughing. "Well, maybe that will teach you to pay attention to your roommate when he talks to you about important things. Would you do me the honor of listening to me while I talk with you instead of daydreaming about Kurt?"
Blaine tried not to blush as he said airily, "How do you know I was daydreaming about Kurt?"
David looked at Blaine skeptically. "B, please. Not only do you look like mentally you are tangled in the sheets with your boyfriend, you actually stroked yourself a couple of times. I know you have love for the blazer, but I'm not stupid. And if it's just the same to you, we don't have to share your self love. We are close but maybe not quite that close." He then laughed at the look on Blaine's face, which was so red it was nearly purple.
Blaine wondered if it was possible his bed would swallow him like the one in Nightmare on Elm Street. Except maybe not kill him. He needed to stay alive and be able to make out with Kurt and…damn it, wrong line of thought for this conversation.
"Well, it sounds like I missed a fascinating Warblers meeting," Blaine said, trying to recapture what was left of his dignity.
David nodded. "Always something. Such drama. Where were you, anyway, B? It's not like you to miss a meeting."
Blaine looked a little uncomfortable. "I know. Wes wasn't that thrilled but it couldn't be avoided. I had to meet with the Dean."
David was surprised. "What for? Is everything okay?"
Blaine nodded, "Yes, it was just family type stuff. My parents are both going to be busy over Christmas break and they want me to just stay at school rather than be at the house alone." Blaine tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice but wasn't very successful.
David sighed quietly. He walked over to Blaine's bed and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "That's rough, man. You know, you are always welcome to come home with me."
Blaine smiled slightly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks, D, I appreciate it."
David sat down next to his friend, concerned. "Have you told Kurt yet? I bet he won't stand for you being here over the holidays."
Blaine shook his head. "No, we haven't really discussed it yet. I mean, he's got a lot on his plate right now and the holiday is still a little ways off. There's time to talk about it later."
David elbowed Blaine in the ribs. "You two might talk better if you kept your tongues in your own mouths, you know."
Blaine elbowed David back. "What's the fun in that?"
David shook his head in mock irritation. "Whatever. I'm going to take a shower, assuming it's safe?"
Blaine looked at him with confusion. "Safe? Why wouldn't it be safe?"
David winked at him mischievously, saying, "You think I don't know what you do when you are in the shower after leaving Kurt?"
Blaine groaned and fell back on his bed, covering his face with a pillow. "David, I swear sometimes I really hate you. Was I ever this evil to you when you were dating Grace? Did I ever make fun of you having to deal with blue balls? Did I ever go out of my way to embarrass you?"
David just laughed at Blaine's discomfiture. "B, you know I do it with the most affection humanly possible."
Blaine moved the pillow away from his face to glare at his friend grumpily. "I wonder at times if I will survive the affection of my friends. It's lucky for me you don't hate me."
David was still laughing as he went to pick up his phone, which had just buzzed. It was a text message from Wes.
Seems Jake Turner has taken a liking to Kurt. Figure we should all try to keep an eye on him just in case. Blaine about lost his mind over it today. Mums the word. No talk just yet, only watching. Carefully. -W
David frowned slightly and cast a quick look over at Blaine. Between that and the whole deal with his parents, no wonder he was a bit out of it. David resolved to not tease Blaine anymore for the rest of the night.
Of course, tomorrow was another story.
In the meantime, David would help keep an eye on one Jake Turner and make sure that didn't screw up the best thing that had happened to his best friend.
Wes and Kurt lay across Wes' bed, watching World's Dumbest on TruTV. This episode was one of dumb daredevils and both boys were laughing hysterically at the antics on the screen.
Kurt sighed happily and said, "I swear, the best part of this show is these D list celebrities and their commentary."
Wes nodded in agreement. "I gotta tell you, Brad Loekle is fucking hysterical."
Kurt giggled. "Yeah, that is one gay guy that is completely unashamed. He cracks me up." Both boys cringed and sucked in air as the skateboarder on the screen landed awkwardly, straddling the stair rail he was attempting to slide. "Holy crap. Ouch! On that note, I am gonna run to the bathroom real quick." Kurt got up and went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Wes grabbed his phone quickly and sent a quick text to David, Nick and Jeff. He wanted all of them aware of the whole situation with Jake Turner. After Blaine left and Kurt had showered, Wes got Kurt to talk to him about what had happened. He was glad that Kurt and Blaine had worked through their argument, but Wes would be damned if Jake would cause his friends that kind of grief. They wouldn't say anything to him yet, but if Turner even stepped a toe out of line and any of them found out about it, it would be on. Hopefully it never came to that.
Kurt came back and they commenced watching TV again. Fortunately Kurt was fascinated with the guy trying to jump off his roof through a basketball net and didn't notice Wes' phone buzzing with replies from the other three.
Well, shit. Will do. –N
I never liked that fucker anyway. –J
If he causes trouble for K and B he will regret it. I mean that. –D
Wes wondered if he should try to talk Kurt out of getting too friendly with Jake. It wasn't so much that Jake was a bad guy, exactly, but he had been known to go after guys in relationships before. More than one couple had been broken up when the popular soccer player made a play for one of the guys involved. Jake went after what he wanted and usually got it. Wes was pretty sure if Blaine lost Kurt it might just destroy him on a level they couldn't reach to fix. Unfortunately, Wes wasn't sure how to approach the subject with Kurt without coming across as not trusting him or trying to somehow keep him from making friends. Crap. Things could be complicated at times. Best for now to just watch closely and intervene only if necessary, Wes decided, and hoped fervently it never came to that. Turning once more to the television, he joined Kurt in enjoying the stupidity on display and the snarkiness of the celebrity commentary. This was a pretty awesome show, after all.
The next day in French class Monsieur Benoit decided to have the class partner up for the day's assignment. Kurt found himself partnered up with one Jake Turner. Kurt was aware that Blaine didn't like the idea of him being on friendly terms with Jake, but he could hardly expect him to avoid class assignments. Besides, Kurt was sure Jake was only being friendly. He still didn't quite understand all the fuss Blaine had put up, although, if Kurt was being honest, he had experienced a slight thrill at Blaine showing such possessiveness. That probably made him a bad person, but still. Kurt had never had anyone be like that over him before, ever. It was really nice to feel adored and like he belonged. And with each passing day, Kurt was really starting to feel that he belonged to Blaine.
This rather pleasant thought process was interrupted by his blonde assignment partner starting up a conversation with him.
"Parle-moi de toi." Tell me about yourself.
"Il n'y a pas grand-chose à dire, vraiment." There's not much to tell, really.
"Tu es transféré en milieu d'année, donc je pense qu'il y a une histoire derrière." You transferred in the middle of the semester so I thought there must be a story behind it.
"Pourquoi veux-tu savoir?" Why do you want to know?
"Parce que je suis intéressé. Je pense que tu es intéressant." Because I'm interested. I think you're interesting.
"Crois-moi, je ne le suis pas." Trust me, I'm really not.
"Laisse-moi juger par moi-même, je pourrais te surprendre." Let me be the judge, I may surprise you.
"Bien, j'ai été transféré pour être éloigné d'un harceleur qui en avait après moi." Well, I transfered here to get away from a bully that had it out for me.
"Pour quoi?" What for?
"Sérieusement ? N'est-ce pas évident?" Seriously? It isn't obvious?
"Eh bien, je ne veux pas m'avancer." Well, I didn't want to assume.
"D'accord, si tu penses que c'est parce que je suis gay, tu as raison." Well, if you are thinking it's because I'm gay, you're right.
"C'est vraiment épouvantable. Je suis navré que tu aies dû traverser ça." That's really awful. I'm sorry you had to go through that.
"Ouais, et bien j'essaye de ne pas trop y penser. Je suis là maintenant, donc c'est du passé. Table rase, pour ainsi dire." Yeah, well, I try not to think about it much. I'm here now, so it's in the past. A clean slate, so to speak.
"Donc, nouvelle école, nouveaux amis, nouveaux intérêts?" So, new school, new friends, new interests?
"Eh bien, nouvelle école, nouveaux amis mais même intérêts je suppose." Well, new school, new friends, same interests I guess.
"Comme quoi?" Like what?
"Je chante. Je vais auditionner pour les Warblers en fin de semaine." I sing. I'm auditioning for the Warblers later this week.
"Je vois. Donc tu es ami avec Anderson et ces gars?" I see. So you are friends with Anderson and those guys?
"A peu près. Je suis ami avec Wes, David, Nick et Jeff." Well, sort of. I am friends with Wes, David, Nick and Jeff.
"Mais pas Blaine?" But not Blaine?
"Oh non. Blaine est mon petit-ami." Oh, no. Blaine is my boyfriend.
"Vraiment. C'est dommage." Really. That's too bad.
"Que veux-tu dire, dommage?" What do you mean, too bad?
"Juste que c'est dommage pour moi, de ne pas t'avoir connu en premier." Just that it's too bad for me in that I didn't meet you first.
Kurt felt a little uncomfortable with this turn in the conversation. He was grateful for the bell signaling the end of class. Giving Jake a brief smile and waving goodbye, Kurt quickly went in the direction of his dorm. He took out his phone and sent a text to Blaine, feeling the sudden need for boyfriend time.
Can you come to my dorm by any chance? Or do you have Warblers or track or something? -K
He waited for his phone to buzz and grabbed it quickly when it did. He was a bit disappointed at Blaine's reply.
I'm so sorry, babe, but I am headed for track practice. No Warblers today, though, so it will just be maybe an hour and a half? Will that be okay? What about afterwards? -B
Kurt was a little disappointed. Sighing, he sent back a return message.
What about homework? -K
Got most of it done over free period today. After track, I'm yours, I promise. Movie? –B
Sure. –K
The Sound Of Music was one of Kurt's favorite musicals. He could practically recite along with the entire movie, sing every song, and dance along to every dance. Whenever it was on his screen, he was entranced and paid attention to nothing else.
Well, usually, that is.
The musical played on with all its cheer and singing, but Kurt and Blaine had long ago ceased to pay it any attention. Instead, they were exploring some of the things about each other that before now were unbeknownst to them. Kurt had already figured out that Blaine responded deliciously to having his hair pulled. But he was delighted to learn that kissing the hollow of Blaine's throat caused shivers, and a slight pressure at the hipbones made him practically melt. And Blaine found that biting lightly on Kurt's neck made him stutter and blowing gently in his ears caused goose bumps to raise on his skin. Neither one cared the least bit about Maria's struggles with her love for Captain Von Trapp, not while their tongues were wrestling for dominance, their hands wrapped in each other's hair, their breathing heavy. Both boys had long ago lost their blazers and ties, and while they still wore their shirts, the top few buttons were undone.
Blaine was very aware of Kurt's hands. They kept randomly rubbing his thighs slowly upward, then quickly down again as if Kurt were panicked at being so close to the area Blaine would give anything to have him touch. Blaine had a sudden crazy thought of that silly childhood game You're Getting Warmer. He was half tempted to tell Kurt he was getting warmer with every upwards caress, then when Kurt moved away tell him he was getting colder. That would involve taking his tongue out of Kurt's mouth and stop kissing, but Blaine was starting to think it might just be worth it to have his boyfriend's hands on him there.
Oh, God, yes.
Kurt was hyperaware of Blaine's reactions to his touch. His breathing hitched and his kisses a little more sloppy every time Kurt's hands wandered close to his crotch. And when Kurt moved away, Blaine would sigh imperceptibly, managing to breathe in a bit. Kurt's mind was racing. He thought that he really, really wanted to touch Blaine there. To feel him, feel the effect he had on him with his hands and not just pressed against him. Kurt felt nervous and unsure. He knew that Blaine was not averse to the idea, far from it as another quick upward sweep caused Blaine to moan slightly in his mouth. Still lip locked with Blaine, Kurt gave his boyfriend's tongue a gentle suck as he slid his hands a little higher than he had previously. He dug his thumbs into Blaine's inner thighs slightly, causing Blaine to gasp and shudder. Kurt paused in indecision, unsure what he should do next, when a sudden movement from Blaine made the choice for him.
Unable to help himself any longer, Blaine took one of Kurt's hands and placed it on his hard cock. He tore his lips away from Kurt's with a gasp when he felt Kurt start to palm him firmly. Unable to sit upright anymore, Blaine fell back, quivering as Kurt's uncertain touch grew more confident.
"Oh, holy Jesus," Blaine moaned, his voice low and gravelly.
Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine as best as he could over his pants, squeezing and then sliding up and down. He watched in fascination as Blaine tossed his head back and arched his back, thrusting into Kurt's hand and moaning. His eyes fluttered open and shut, a fine sheen of sweat covering his upper lip.
Kurt was entranced. "Does that feel good?"
Blaine groaned as Kurt squeezed slightly, then made a soothing rubbing motion. He was going insane. "God, yes, Kurt, so amazing."
Kurt's eyes were bright, pupils slightly dilated as he watched his boyfriend writhe at his touch. It was intoxicating. Feeling suddenly brave, he moved his hand upward.
Blaine whined at the loss of Kurt's magical touch, until he realized Kurt had moved his hand to the belt at his waist. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, suddenly shy and unsure again.
"Can I… Do you want me to… Would it be okay…" Kurt stuttered a bit, wondering if this was too much.
Blaine licked his lips, forcing himself to focus. He had to do this right. If he moved too fast or made Kurt feel too nervous, he might stop what he was doing and Blaine wasn't sure he would survive it. Jerking himself off in the shower didn't seem very appealing if he could get his hot boyfriend to do it instead. Nodding his head encouragingly, Blaine pulled Kurt to him and started kissing him softly.
Kurt's eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in the gentle touch of Blaine's lips. Deciding that it was now or never, Kurt unbuckled Blaine's belt and managed to undo the button of the slacks Blaine still wore. Fumbling with the zipper slightly, Kurt broke the kiss with a sound of exasperation. He met Blaine's eyes and they both laughed a bit at their awkwardness. Biting his lip nervously, Kurt slid the zipper of the slacks downward, exposing the black boxer briefs Blaine wore. He looked at Blaine, whose darkened eyes watched him intently.
Blaine held himself still, hardly daring to breathe. He wanted this to happen more than he needed air at the time. Feeling Kurt's tentative touch again, Blaine threw his head back. A breathless moan left his parted lips as Kurt stroked his hardness through his briefs. With the material of his slacks out of the way, Kurt was able to grasp the outline of Blaine's hard on firmly, moving his hand up and down in a jerking motion. He alternately slid his hand back and forth, squeezing every so often. Encouraged by the amazing sounds leaving his boyfriend's mouth and the fact that he was watching Blaine crumble before him, Kurt increased his rhythm.
Blaine was tossing his head, heels digging into the mattress. A flurry of words left his mouth, interspersed with moans.
"Fuck, Kurt, oh my God, so good, so fucking good, yes baby, more of that…" Blaine felt the telltale tightening sensation gathering in his balls as he teetered on the edge, his body tensing. A firm squeeze and light twist from Kurt was all it took. With a hoarse shout, Blaine came in hot spurts, soaking his briefs. He fell back on the pillow, gasping slightly as he tried to catch his breath.
Kurt was breathing heavily, a heady feeling of triumph buoying him. He had done that to Blaine. He was the reason for the flush on his cheeks, the hitch in his breath and the dampness in his shorts. It was exhilarating.
Blaine became a little more aware of his surroundings as he came down from his high. He gave Kurt a slow and sleepy smile. "Wow."
Kurt smiled back, a bit saucily. "It was okay, then?"
Blaine laughed a little breathlessly. "Words can't even describe, Kurt." He sat up slightly, his eyes becoming a little concerned as he took in his boyfriend's flushed cheeks. "What about you, though? Are you-"
Kurt blushed a little harder. Seeing Blaine fall apart like that had driven him over the edge, causing him to experience his own release. He shifted slightly, grimacing a bit as he tried to get comfortable.
Blaine's eyes widened a bit in comprehension. Taking Kurt's face in his hands, he kissed him hungrily, tongue demanding entrance and receiving it. Leaning back from the kiss, he looked into Kurt's beautiful eyes, eyes he would never get tired of gazing into, and smiled. "Next time, it'll be your turn."
Kurt smiled back at him, nuzzling into Blaine's hand. "Deal."
So coming up...Kurt's Warbler audition. I had so many lovely song suggestions and I really hope you like the one I decided on. We also will check up on Kurt's family and friends at home. I am sure they have been busy!
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