Sunlight danced behind his eyelids. The bedsheets were soft, twisted, and smelled different. Smelled wonderful. His cheek was pressed into a cool pillow, warm skin was against his back. A strong arm was wrapped around his middle, soft breaths tickling the back of his shoulder.
Kurt blearily blinked his eyes open, taking in his surroundings. For starters, he was staring at a forest-green wall with vertical, thin white stripes. A square patch of bright sunlight hit it, lighting the room. Except, his sleep muddled mind soon realized, this wasn't his bedroom. This wasn't his bed.
The arm around him shifted, holding him closer. Then he smiled, remembering where he was, and who he was with.
He saw his left hand was laying on top of Blaine's, relaxed after being linked throughout the night. The brown leather beaded bracelet Blaine had given him was still tied around his wrist, and as he soon noticed, being the only thing he was wearing.
Kurt exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment, desperately wanting to go back to sleep and bask in how calm and quiet everything was. But his heartbeat was quickening, waking up the rest of his body, recalling why exactly he was there, more specifically what they had done the night before.
Unable to sleep, Kurt carefully rolled over to his other side, making sure his boyfriend wouldn't wake as well. His arm stayed around him, a warm and comforting weight as Kurt resituated himself, facing his dozing soulmate.
Blaine's cheek was resting at the edge of the same pillow Kurt had used, his mouth parted as he snored softly. His long eyelashes fanned his cheeks, the morning sun coming from the window next to the bed glinted off his silver ear piercing and made a halo around his wild curls. He looked younger, more at peace, and so breathtaking.
Kurt sighed, bringing a hand up to gingerly brush some loose hair off his forehead, his fingertips skimming over a scar from not so long ago before trailing over his ear. Blaine hummed in his sleep, leaning in to the touch and smiling a little. Instantly, Kurt's heart swelled. He wouldn't mind waking up to this every day.
He tried to think on what occurred after the mind-blowing amazing sex, and he could only vaguely remember telling Blaine that he could stay as long as he wanted, for he had told his dad that he having a sleepover with Mercedes. Then there was scrambling under the covers with lazy goodnight kisses and heavy limbs. One thing must've lead to another because Kurt fell fast asleep, Blaine spooning him from behind.
Speaking of which, Blaine made a small snuffle sound, burrowing his nose more into the shared pillow. Kurt stilled his hand, but it was too late for his boyfriend was already gradually coming awake, opening his golden-honey eyes and taking in focus of what was in front of him. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he inhaled deeply. "Hey."
"Hey, you," Kurt whispered, smiling at him and returning to gently to brushing his fingers through his bedhead of curls.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Blaine asked just as quietly, voice somewhat croaky, closing his eyes and widening his own smile.
Kurt held in a laugh. "You snore, you know," he whispered, which only made him giggle. Why were they whispering, anyway?
Blaine shook his head. "Nah."
"Do too."
"Mhmm." He moved his arm around Kurt's torso, only to drag his hand down to rest on his hipbone, rubbing circles there with the pad of his thumb. "Sleep well?"
"Yep," Kurt sighed, scooting in closer to him, their legs tangling.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a more serious tone.
Kurt lifted a shoulder. "Just a bit sore." He smirked. "But I think it's worth it."
"So you," Blaine met his gaze, eyes alert and wide. "You liked it?"
After bursting with giggles, Kurt nodded. Was that even a question? "Did you…?"
"Of course," Blaine answered immediately. "God, it was...I mean, I've never done-well, I've never felt so connected with someone while doing that. If that makes sense."
"Well, we are soulmates," Kurt pointed out, eyes flitting to where his Mark was on the hand petting Blaine's hair. "That might've helped."
Blaine chuckled softly. "Maybe. But even if we weren't. Even if Marks never existed...I bet it would've anyway."
Kurt gave him a look. A world without soulmates? That was some sci-fi fantasy imagination, and a bit frightening to think about for reality.
They stayed in a quiet and content state for a few minutes, breathing slowly, trading warm smiles while nudging each other with cold toes or bony knees. Kurt was perfectly fine with staying like this for the rest of the day, for the rest of forever even.
Until Blaine asked after taking a breath, "What time is it?"
An excellent question, considering Blaine had no clock on his nightstand. "Why?"
"Well, Cooper might be coming back anytime now and I don't want him to catch us and never let me live it down-"
As if on cue, a faint vibration from the floor could be heard. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Yep. That'd be him."
Laughing, Kurt swiftly planted a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. "That's okay. The world needs us and I need to shower."
Blaine opened an eye and lifted up an eyebrow at Kurt, his grin flirtatious. It took Kurt a second, but he dropped his jaw and shoved him playfully. "No, you cannot join me."
"Aw nooo." Blaine feigned disappointment as he brought himself up on his elbows, rolling Kurt to his back so he could lie above him, brushing his lips across his jawline.
Huffing out more laughter, Kurt weakly pushed at Blaine's chest, squirming when feather-light touches grazed down his throat, the faint stubble scratching like sandpaper to his skin. "Blaine! Blaine-I am in no state for round two. My mouth tastes awful."
Blaine pulled back, only to give Kurt a pout that quickly transformed into a giddy grin. He bumped their noses-a habit he had when he was extra affectionate-and asked in an exhale, "What are you doing tonight?"
Kurt shot him a curious look. "Well, it's the last Saturday before winter break is over…"
"So you're free?"
He squinted an eye. "Why do you ask?"
Blaine's grin broadened. "Me and you should celebrate."
"Celebrate?"
"Yes! Celebrate our awesome," he kissed the tip of Kurt's nose with a loud smack. "incredible," he gave the same treatment to his left cheek. "out of this world," he kissed his right cheek, "sex we experienced."
Kurt threw his head back against the pillow, giggling. "It was my first time, Blaine. I doubt it was out of this world."
"I'm being serious!"
"They say the second time is better."
"So much to look forward to." Blaine went in and made home at the side of Kurt's neck, nuzzling his face there and sighing happily.
After a few moments of Kurt chuckling at his soulmate's addiction for cuddling and the bizarre fixation he has on his neck, he asked, "Alright, so, what's your idea on celebrating?"
He felt Blaine smile widely against his skin.
"You're crazy!"
Blaine turned back at Kurt, who was laughing while Blaine lead him across the parking lot. "I'm not kidding, Kurt Hummel. You'll thank me later for this."
This area of Lima was always quiet at night, so Kurt's astonished voice rang all around the lot. "Or maybe not!" he teased.
They arrived at Scandals in Blaine's worn pick-up truck, Kurt all freshly showered and dressed in his black coat and red scarf, covering his dark blue shirt and white skinny jeans. His shiny boots made footprints in the light snowfall, right next to similar prints Blaine's sneakers left on the pavement. He wasn't as jaw-dropping in his fashion choices: his leather jacket and charcoal-grey tee as well as the blue jeans he hadn't washed in three days.
The bar was lively at this late hour, the music booming before they reached the door. Blaine held it open for them, the warm air quite a contrast to outside. They had to let go of each other's hands in order to shrug off their jackets as quickly as possible.
"'Sup, Robbie!" Blaine greeted to the bouncer, waving as he rejoined his hand with Kurt's. Robbie looked up from his phone, glanced at Kurt, and gave Blaine a toothy grin and a thumbs up.
They walked out the entrance hallway and into the larger room, where the vibrating rock music was pounding from the speakers. Everywhere was packed, filled with college kids probably home and bored with their winter break, dancing drunkenly in the middle of a colorfully lit dance floor. Blaine tugged Kurt's hand and lead him to the barstools, luckily finding an empty seat and allowing him to sit there while he got the bartenders attention.
"Blaine…" Kurt said, adjusting his striped neckerchief which covered the marks Blaine left last night. "You're sure this is a good idea?"
"Sweetheart," Blaine said, leaning with one elbow against the sticky countertop, facing him with a very business-like expression. "I firmly believe you deserve to live one night of your high school life tipsy in a place with a bunch of dancing strangers."
Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes, folding his hands on his lap while taking a good look around. "But we don't know anyone here…"
"Exactly. There's no douchebags or overbearing friends." Blaine took his hand and weaved their fingers together, kissing his knuckles. "Just you and me."
After Kurt ducked his head and smiled fondly, the bartender came over and greeted Blaine like old friends, taking Blaine's order before hurrying to get their drinks. Blaine kept a tight hold on Kurt's hand, noticing how his eyes were widening. Not with nervousness, but excitement. He was looking at the people jumping to the loud music and the ones laughing at the other end of the bar. The corners of his mouth were twitching upwards.
When the bartender returned and Blaine slid him the money, Kurt eyed the drink curiously as he accepted it. He raised an eyebrow at Blaine. "What is this?"
"The best thing you will ever taste in your life," Blaine replied, taking a sip out of his bubbly drink, the exact same as Kurt's.
"In my life?"
"Yes, it's that good."
He got Kurt to laugh, and soon bring the glass to his lips to take a sip himself. His boyfriend furrowed his brow, pulling the drink away and staring at it as he swallowed the liquid. "Interesting."
"Right?!" Blaine said, gulping down more of his own.
Kurt laughed again, shaking his head and drinking some more.
A few minutes later, Kurt couldn't stop smiling as he slammed his glass to the countertop. "Wow...okay, it is good."
"Told you!"
"But not the best thing I tasted in my life," he added, pointing a finger at Blaine.
The barstools had cleared enough Blaine got his own stool, and he leaned back on it, running his hands through his hair. "You're insane, Kurt."
Kurt giggled and scooted forward, bumping their knees. "But that doesn't mean I won't have some more." And to prove his point his grabbed his beverage and gulped more down.
People kept steaming in, making the heated room even more crowded. Blaine caught how both he and Kurt's drinks were over halfway gone, so he turned to him and asked, "You wanna go and dance?"
Kurt perked up, thrilled with the idea and clutched on to Blaine's arm as they weaved their way through the bodies. The two were laughing excitedly, already feeling a bit light and silly and invincible-
"Hey, long time no see!" said the voice of the person who stepped in front of their paths. The boys froze in their path, their smiles fading at the sight of the boy.
"Literally, what a coincidence!" said Sebastian, his brown hair somewhat disheveled and a beer bottle in one hand.
What Blaine had building deep inside his chest was nothing compared to how Kurt was reacting. He felt Kurt's grip on his arm tighten, fingernails biting into the skin. His soulmate was stiff as a board, glaring up at Sebastian with a clenched jaw and wide, rage-filled eyes.
"Kurt Hummel, I hope our darling Anderson hasn't been much of a burden on you," Sebastian continued, his mouth curved in a smirk. "Has he finally decided to fuck you yet or do you have like, a chastity ring-"
At once, Kurt's grip left his arm and swung in a fist right at Sebastian's jaw. The sound of knuckles slamming against skin could be heard over the bar music. While Blaine cried out, "Holy shit!" Sebastian went stumbling backwards, just as shocked as Blaine and knocking into some people. He barely touched the side of his face when Kurt charged at him again.
Thankfully Blaine grabbed his elbow just as he was about to strike again. "You're disgusting!" Kurt snarled at Sebastian. "How dare you even speak to him?! You horrible, fucking monster-"
"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine said, holding him back from causing more unwanted attention, especially since someone was calling for security. "C'mon. He's not worth it."
His boyfriend struggled in his grasp, still glaring daggers at the other boy. "But-"
Well, now there wasn't a choice, since Robbie was marching over, ready to kick out whoever wanted to start a fight. Blaine tugged Kurt away from the confused and bruised-jaw Sebastian, leading him into the center of the dance floor, where the throng of bodies were the thickest.
Kurt was still breathing heavily, his eyebrows down in anger. He didn't say anything until Blaine stopped and faced him, running his hands through his curly hair. "You punched him in the face," Blaine breathed, still in a state of shock.
Nodding, Kurt craned his head over the crowd. "Yeah, and I would've done more if you hadn't stopped me. God, why does he always show up at the worst times-?"
"You punched him in the face," Blaine stated again.
Kurt's fierce expression fell into an amused laugh. "Yes, Blaine. I did."
"You...oh my god, Kurt."
"It felt great," he added, smile a bit smug.
Blaine just now noticed his mouth was parted in disbelief. He closed it and shook his head. "That was the most badass thing I've ever seen."
Kurt snorted, stepping closer so they were almost swaying in place, a convincing match to all the other dancers around them. "Mhmm. I'm sure."
"Kurt, I couldn't even punch him in the face!"
"Well, I've got to look out for my boyfriend," Kurt teased, his lips curling up shyly. Blaine laughed, tempted to claim his lips but realizing the music had changed, into something more upbeat and lively.
Frowning at the jumping people surrounding them, Kurt asked half-shouting, "So...that's how they dance here?"
"Well, sort of!" Blaine half-shouted back, taking Kurt's hand and moving his arms in a swaying motion. "Just...go with the flow!"
Laughing again with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, Kurt mimicked his dance moves. He hopped on the soles of his feet and swivelled his hips, occasionally lifting up his hands in a 'raising the roof' way, giggling along with Blaine. They blended in perfectly, the floor vibrating under their shoes.
Unable to help himself, Blaine's hands drifted to Kurt's waist, bringing him closer so their hips were inches apart. Kurt made an "Oh!" and blush bloomed high on his cheeks. He pushed some loose bangs out of his face and looping his arms around Blaine's shoulders, giggling when they started moving to the beat again.
"This isn't how I pictured our first dance," continued Kurt, keeping his body in rhythm with Blaine's, a little uncoordinated and his ears red.
Blaine met his eyes curiously. "What do you mean?"
"Well...I…." Kurt hesitated. "Like, I pictured it at prom. God, I really want to slow dance at prom, you know?"
The bubbly drink from earlier made every noise ten times louder than they probably were. Blaine blinked and shook his head. "No, I don't. I hate school dances, they're so fucking stupid."
He saw Kurt's mouth twist into a frown, but he said nothing more. Although, he did ask after a few minutes of silence, "How are you doing?"
"It's really hot!" Kurt yelled as the crowd's volume increased, tugging his neckerchief undone and letting it drape on his neck, exposing his hickeys. "And my skin feels like it's vibrating."
Blaine hummed and slid his hands around Kurt's back, where the fabric of his shirt was damp. He pulled his soulmate even closer, releasing a small gasp out of Kurt when their chests touched. Blaine smirked, rolling his and Kurt's bodies to the music.
"Oh, wow…" Kurt breathed, his cheek pressed to Blaine's. Blaine chuckled and crept his hands downward so they rested on the swell of Kurt's ass, drawing him in so he could intentionally grind against him. Kurt's pink mouth formed an 'O' and his eyes soon fluttered shut.
The speakers kept thrumming louder and louder, Blaine rocking his waist with Kurt's, the front of their jeans hardening the longer they went. He squeezed Kurt's ass once before raising a hand to hold one side of his neck, Blaine's mouth going to nip at his earlobe and then suck soothingly at it. His boyfriend squirmed and bit back a moan, clutching at Blaine and grinding faster.
Both of them were panting, unable to focus on the music or what surrounded them, until Kurt froze and stared over Blaine's shoulder. "I see him," he said coldly into Blaine's ear.
"Ignore him," Blaine replied, knowing exactly who he was talking about. The hand at Kurt's neck trailing to where his shirt was buttoned up, his fingers messed with each tiny button, popping all five free.
"Blaine?"
"You said you were hot, right?" he asked, mouth pulled up in a smirk as Kurt's collarbone was shown and glistening. "Besides, it's just you and me tonight, remember?"
"To celebrate." Kurt nodded, his crotch rubbing against Blaine's again, and it was his turn to smirk when Blaine shuddered out a groan. They were both so hard and sweating so, so close to each other, with the drink heating their veins.
An idea sparked in Kurt, he saw it in those blue-green eyes. He looked at Blaine, pupils blown wide and mouth parted in excitement. "I have an idea."
"Oh?" was all Blaine could squeak out because when Kurt had an idea, it was usually out of this world amazing.
Kurt dropped his arms and grabbed Blaine's hand, guiding him through the other people grinding and sweating like they were. Blaine couldn't see ahead because of that, therefore he couldn't guess what on earth Kurt was planning…
Even though his soulmate had only been here once before, he seemed to know exactly where his destination was. They came to a thinner area of the throng and arrived at a door marked as the Men's Restroom. Blaine gulped, his heart pounding in his ears.
"Sweetheart-?"
"C'mon, Blaine," Kurt giggled, high and musical like it had when he was drinking the beverage from before. He dragged them both inside, locking the door behind them.
The small, square restroom was a quieter escape from the deafening party on the other side, but before Blaine could ask what or why, Kurt framed his face and kissed him deeply.
Surprised, Blaine's knees went weak while the kiss instantly went to hot and open and slick all at once. Kurt was wild, uncontrollably so. Clutching at his shirt and rucking it up to push a hand up his chest, gripping his curls, sucking at his tongue and lips all while making Blaine back up to the door, a sort of deja vu moment. Except a hundred times sexier.
"Swee...Kurt," Blaine managed to breathe out while Kurt tried to keep kissing him, to keep their mouths connected. "W-what's this grand idea of yours?"
His boyfriend's kiss-swollen lips quirked up in a sly smile, his eyes hooded and a small chuckle coming from his throat. His fingers trailed from Blaine's hair down to the collar of his shirt, leaving goosebumps behind. "I just wanted to show you that I love being your boyfriend."
Blaine raised an eyebrow, noticing the tiniest hint of drawl in his voice. "Are you drunk?"
"No! I'm…" he snickered. "I'm tipsy. And I love you."
"Yeah, but-" Blaine stopped mid-sentence, only because Kurt attached his mouth to the side of his neck while his hands lowered down to his waist and over the zipper of his jeans.
Before Blaine could even ask, Kurt was pushing down his jeans while sucking at his skin, causing Blaine to moan and him to mouth at it harder. But he did eventually get Kurt to look at him right as he was beginning to palm over his underwear.
"Kurt." Blaine cleared his throat, trying to breathe evenly. Even though he was most likely in a state similar to Kurt's, he needed to be the logical one here. "Now, I don't want you doing anything that you're going to regret…"
Kurt rolled his eyes. Whatever that drink did to him, it made him more relaxed and definitely more forward. "Never. I love you." He kissed Blaine hard, bumping the back of his head to the door while his hands continued on, hooking at the waistband and pushing down his underwear as well.
Even though he was this close to smacking himself from stopping this, Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist, looking into his eyes. "Are you positive you're not drunk?"
"Oh, my god, Blaine. I had like, barely one drink," Kurt remarked. "I feel light and...and...so in love right now." He grinned crookedly, holding Blaine's hips as he kissed him once more.
A slender hand wrapped around his dick, making Blaine moan against Kurt's lips before ripping away. "Holy shit."
Kurt kept smiling, obviously pleased with himself as he kept stroking him, steady and agonizingly slow. He waited until Blaine was a whimpering mess, and then sank to the cement floor on his knees.
Blaine had his back pressed to the door, the music outside white noise to his heartbeat drumming. "Kurt…?"
His boyfriend smirked up at him, before closing his eyes and slipping his warm mouth around the flushed head.
Blaine stuttered out a babble of curse words and groans, his knees threatening to give out solely on the fact of how incredible everything felt. Kurt hummed proudly, swirling his tongue experimentally, keeping a grip around the base. He's slow and careful, bobbing around the tip while licking up the sensitive area.
And Blaine, he feels like someone short-circuited every fiber of his mind. His lungs are heaving for air and he can't stay still, throwing his head back and biting down on his lip, clutching into Kurt's hair while doing all that he can to not thrust his hips forward.
Kurt then flattens his tongue up the shaft, tearing a broken whine from Blaine. It's too much, and he's right at the edge of release and Kurt takes him in again, sucking and pumping his hand.
"K-Kurt-Sweetheart-fuck, oh god," Blaine finally said, eyelids straining to stay open from all the pleasure. "I'm so close...fuck."
He pulled away from him, looking up at Blaine with eyes dark with lust. "Can I...you know, s-swallow you?"
Groaning, Blaine nodded, watching Kurt go back enthusiastically, bobbing his head faster, even dipping his tongue in the slit and-
That did it. Blaine was crying out probably loud enough that others could hear from the other side and came spilling into Kurt's mouth. He shuddered and gasped, hearing Kurt choke briefly before adjusting and swallowing it all, licking him clean.
His vision was dizzy and his heart was in his ears but he didn't care, because Kurt, his wonderful Kurt was standing, bringing his boxer-briefs and jeans back up. He was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cheeks pink and lips pulled up smugly. He looked so beautiful, with his hair sticking up where Blaine had grabbed at it, his shirt a little wrinkled and the neckerchief threatening to slip off. His eyes were sparkling and his skin warm and sweaty.
He glanced at Blaine, taking in his his flushed face and rumpled hair. "How was it?"
"How was-?" Blaine blinked, shaking his head and placing his hands on either side of Kurt's face. "That was so fucking amazing. I don't...I'm just…"
Kurt's blush deepened. "I'll get better."
"Oh, my god, I don't think I can handle that." Blaine laughed brightly, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting the faint trace of come. He did break away from Kurt, who was smiling giddily, and added, "We need to celebrate more often."
Kurt nodded, trying to be serious but bursting out with laughter before tugging Blaine back in for another kiss in the tiny, secluded bathroom.