I'm back! I'm so sorry I haven't updated lately. Life catches up with you. I knew it was time to update because the last two nights I've had dreams about giving lessons on how to write Glee characters. *snort* I get the picture. Let's get on with it. Oh and less than a month until I meet Chris Colfer!
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New York City. Blaine was torn in two at the sight of the familiar city below them. He had given Kurt the window seat since he'd never been on a plane before. Blaine had to make up a story about his family going to New York when he was younger. That way he could get away with knowing where certain places were. Since New York was their home in the future, he couldn't bear to act like he didn't know his way around. It was hard to see the city, hard to be reminded that his Other Kurt was nowhere nearby. On the other hand, seeing Kurt bounce in his seat while attempting to look well-traveled and sophisticated was beyond adorable. Having his first ride on an airplane had made his day. Kurt loved everything about flying. He'd held onto Blaine's hand with a death grip for the first thirty seconds after take-off, but decided there was nothing to be scared of and had put his hands in the air like it was a rollercoaster. After they were above the cloud line, the flight attendants made their rounds with food and drinks. Since they were in first class, it was a real treat for all of them. Though it was hard to be grateful to the shrew Mr. Schue used to be married to, they gave their thanks to their teacher instead.
Once they landed and made their way to the hotel, Blaine gave Kurt his first surprise. He took Kurt's hand and led him away from where Mr. Schue was checking in and down to another receptionist.
"Reservation for Anderson, please," he said politely. He looked at Kurt and saw his jaw drop and his eyes sparkle.
"You got a room?" he squeaked.
"I got us a room, yes," Blaine answered, squeezing his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson, I show the room and all meals paid for in advance. You are in room 3402. Thank you for staying with us at the InterContinental New York Times Square. Jean-Luc will show you to your room and carry your luggage," the receptionist said politely.
Blaine didn't care about dealing with his parents' wrath. Life was about making everything special for Kurt. He'd never known his father had a black Amex card. Now he did. He hadn't stolen it, but had done a lot of work on the internet.
They followed the tall, lanky Jean-Luc to the elevator, waving casually at their glee friends, who watched them with their mouths open. As they rode to the 34th floor, Kurt nudged Blaine, his eyes still wide.
"How, why, er, the 34th floor?" Kurt stuttered.
Blaine smiled at him, love glowing from his warm hazel eyes. "I want everything perfect for your first stay in New York. Someday you will come back and this will always be your first memory," Blaine said. At least he hoped it would be his first memory. He had no idea how this whole thing would work out in the end. But those thoughts were for another time. It was time for Kurt right now. "And the 34th floor is where our room is, so there you go."
"Thirty-fourth floor, sirs. Your room is to the right," Jean-Luc said in a heavy French accent.
They nodded and turned right. Kurt began looking more and more confused.
"Blaine, where are all the other rooms?"
Blaine gave a look to the porter and squeezed Kurt's hand. "Don't worry about it. Here's our door," he said as they approached the far end of the hallway. This was the only door they had seen.
"If you would excuse me, sirs, I would open the door for you," Jean-Luc said.
Once the door was open, Blaine held a hand out to the porter and let Kurt walk in first. Blaine and Jean-Luc followed behind him. Discreetly, Blaine slipped the man a tip and got the room key from him. The door closed and they were alone.
Kurt was wandering around, his eyes wide and his long fingers over his mouth. It was a lot to take in. The living area was huge, bigger than the main floor of Kurt's house. The furniture was streamlined and modern, the colors warm and inviting. There were windows everywhere, with a fantastic view of New York City. They had gotten a corner room which meant the entire corner was a giant floor to ceiling window. It was truly magnificent.
"Blaine, this is not a room," Kurt said, running his hand along the back of the deep brown leather couch and staring out the window.
"No, it's not. It's a suite for you, my love. That's why there were no other rooms. There are only two suites on this floor," Blaine said softly. "Come on, let's look around the rest."
Kurt's eyes were still wide, but now he began exclaiming over the details. The master bathroom was incredible with an old fashion, claw foot tub. Right next to the tub was a large walk in, glass door shower, with shower heads on either end. There was enough room for two people, though neither of them said anything.
The bedroom was filled with a magnificent king size bed with fluffy, warm comforters. There were two huge windows. They knew they'd be able to leave the curtains open if they wished as no other building was near enough to see into their room. They didn't comment on why that might matter.
The kitchenette was small with a small refrigerator filled with soda, water, various snack foods that Blaine had pre-ordered and paid for.
Returning to the main room, they both sat on a large ottoman together, holding hands, staring at the panoramic view of New York city.
"Why, Blaine?" Kurt finally said, his voice quiet, his eyes finally returning to normal.
"I want this to be a perfect time for us," Blaine said. "And, to make it even more memorable, I reserved the room until Sunday. We'll fly home Sunday afternoon and be ready for school on Monday. Four nights, Wednesday through Sunday. Everyone else flies home Friday morning, so from then on, it's just you and me," he finished quietly.
Kurt looked at him, his grey-green eyes sparkling with tears. "Thank you, Blaine. I can't tell you what this means to me."
"If you are happy, babe, than I am ecstatic. All I want is for you to be happy, to have the time of your life," Blaine said, leaning over to kiss him softly.
Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's curls and pulled him closer, slipping his tongue into Blaine's waiting mouth. Moans escaped them both at the contact of their tongues. Soon, they were turned more to each other, arms clasped around necks and waists, passion heating the air.
The sound of a phone ringing broke them apart and they stared at each other, blinking as they tried to regroup. Kurt dug his phone out of his pocket and grimaced.
"Hello, Rachel. Uh huh. Hold on, let me ask Blaine," Kurt said and hit mute on his phone. "Do you mind if the group comes up here to practice since it's private and big?"
"If you don't mind, then I don't," Blaine answered with a smile.
Kurt's face grew animated and Blaine knew he would love to show off their room to everyone. "Rachel that's fine. Just take the elevator to the thirty fourth floor, hang a right and walk until you see a door. We're in 3402. Okay, see you then," Kurt said and hung up. "They'll be here as soon as they are done unpacking and getting the rooms sorted. Do you think Mr. S will have a problem with us staying here instead of with the group?"
Blaine grinned. "Well, since I produced a signed permission slip to Schue from my folks, okaying it, I'm sure it will be fine."
"Blaine Anderson. Did you forge your folks' signatures?" Kurt gasped with a wink.
"I would never do such a dastardly thing!" Blaine said, playing insulted.
"Uh huh, sure. Let's get our bags in the room," Kurt said.
Blaine picked up the majority of Kurt's bags, Blaine only had one, and they went to the bedroom.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I've missed sleeping next to you," Kurt said, coming over and wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist from the back, his chin on Blaine's shoulder.
"I have too, baby. Very much so. We'll take care of that tonight and for the next three nights," Blaine said.
"Oh crap! Blaine, my parents!" Kurt shouted, letting go of Blaine.
"Are perfectly fine with us having an extended stay in New York as long as you call them twice a day. They have a list of the places we might go, phone numbers, etc. Did you really think I would forget to consult the one man who could kill me with a single glare?" Blaine teased.
Kurt rushed and picked Blaine up, swinging him around. "You are the best boyfriend in the world and I love you!"
Blaine couldn't contain his giggle. "I love you, too, and you're wrong because you are the best boyfriend in the world."
"Okay, we'll agree to disagree, if we get anymore mushy and lovey-dovey, we'll get sick," Kurt said with a wink.
"Agreed," Blaine said and they both turned to start unpacking.
Luckily, the suite included a walk in closet, which Kurt had no problem filling up. Blaine's clothes took up less than a foot of space.
"How could you come to New York with so few clothes?" Kurt asked, sounding honestly curious.
"It's all about mix and match, babe. Several shirts to go with two pair of pants, two different blazers, an assortment of ties and bowties. Two pairs of shoes. Pajamas. Done," Blaine said, showing Kurt his wardrobe.
"Blaine, we are in New York City. This is the time to make a statement! These are the people who will appreciate us being different. It's the place to be unique, to stand out, to be who we are and proud of it!" Kurt declared fervently.
"Babe, I completely agree. But, I feel the need to point out that you are always unique, you always stand out, and you are who you are and proud of it," he said. "You never have fear when it comes to wearing what you want to wear. I do agree that the people here are much more likely to appreciate it, but that's about the only difference. I just want you to be recognize and be proud of yourself because you don't let people influence you to 'fit in' with average fashion trends. And I love you for that," Blaine finished, running his index finger down Kurt's cheek and across his bottom lip.
Kurt slipped his tongue out and licked Blaine's finger, closing his eyes at the heat that bubbled up inside him. "Blaine?"
"Yeah, babe?"
Kurt turned bright red but looked Blaine right in the eyes. "Will you make love to me tonight?"
Blaine's eyes widened. He'd figured this would come up, but he still wasn't sure. "Can I think about it for a little while?"
Kurt grinned. "Sure. Come on, let's go arrange furniture for our guests," he said with a clap of his hands.
Blaine smiled back. Kurt was in his element. They moved the furniture to form a wide open circle with cushions on the floor for people to sit. Blaine called room service and asked for more sodas, water, and snacks to feed a large group. Thanks to that shiny black credit card he'd used, he was treated respectfully and his order was delivered in record time. Only a minute later, after they'd set out coasters and the bowls of food, there was another knock on the door.
"Holy crap!"
"How the hell?"
"Go hobbit!"
"Dude, why didn't you tell me?"
"A dolphin house!"
"Why wasn't I invited to stay here," Rachel said, her hands on her hips, looking truly hurt.
"Rachel, this is kind of a boyfriend thing. If you want that, you need to talk to your boyfriend," Blaine said, not at all opposed to throwing Finn under the bus.
"Finn!" she cried and stomped off.
"Hey guys, thanks for letting us come up. This is quite the room," Mr. Schue said, checking out the view.
Soon they were all settled in, discussing song ideas. By the end of the evening they'd come up with a song idea and most of the lyrics. Mr. Schue insisted everyone pitch in to clean the room up, which Kurt and Blaine were very thankful for. After everything was returned to normal, everyone said goodnight. Mr. S told them they'd meet back here at ten in the morning. Blaine gave his okay and suddenly the room was empty.
Just as he was about to suggest a movie, his phone rang. It was Moira. "Hi, Aunt Moira," he said, moving into the bedroom for privacy.
"Blaine, sweet child, how are you?" Moira asked, her kind voice warming Blaine.
"I'm doing great. A little confused, but great. I'm in New York," he told her.
"Yes, I know. Of course I know, how could you think I didn't know?" she snapped.
"Have you had your meds recently?" Blaine asked carefully.
"No. But that's cuz I don't need 'em," she said, with a smile in her voice.
"Okay, sounds good," Blaine said, not wanting to touch that comment with a ten foot pole.
"So, child, I see you are confused over intimacy. Correct?"
Blaine cleared his throat. "Yes, that's correct."
"Why, exactly?" Moira asked, her voice kind again.
Blaine looked to see Kurt staring out the window in the living area. "Um, well, I really, really want to, you know. But part of me wonders if it's wrong. I mean, sure my body is sixteen, but my mind and heart and soul are all thirty. Doesn't that seem kind of off?"
"First of all, your soul is much older than thirty, as is Kurt's. You are both very old souls. That is part of what connects you here on Earth. Second, you were Kurt's first in your Other life, correct?"
"Yes, but…,"
"Don't interrupt me, boy. Now, as I was saying. You and Kurt experienced intimacy then and you will experience it now. Your body hasn't had sex before. Your mind and heart know what it's all about, but this will still be your first time. I would say to use your knowledge to your advantage. Make it special. I'm sure the first time was a bit awkward and hesitant. Use what you know to make it beautiful," Moira said gently.
Blaine sat there, thinking about it for a minute. Moira sat silently as well.
"That makes sense," he finally said. "It's not like I'm a stranger who's thirty and flirting with a kid. He's my husband. He's still my husband, even if we aren't there yet. And I love him, in this life as well as my Other life."
"Well stated, sweet child. Now, go on and have yourself a lovely evening. Send me a postcard!" Moira said and hung up.
"Who was that?" Kurt asked him from the doorway.
"Aunt Moira, she's as crazy as a loon," Blaine grinned, coming over to his boyfriend.
Kurt smiled. "I really want to meet this woman. By the way, I called my parents while you were on the phone. Everything in that area is good."
"That's great. As for Moira, someday I'll introduce you, I promise. Now, I've been giving your, er, request some thought," Blaine started and they both turned red.
"Yes?" Kurt asked, the hope clear in his eyes.
"I would be honored to make love to you," Blaine said, quiet but sure.
"Really?" Kurt whispered, his eyes going pure blue.
"Really. What do you say to a shower together first?" Blaine asked.
"It sounds like heaven," Kurt said, a bit shy.
They took their time undressing each other, kissing, nipping and nuzzling at each other. In the shower, they washed each other's hair, Blaine moaning as Kurt massaged his scalp. Kurt whimpered when Blaine took Kurt's erection in his hands and soaped it up by stroking it. They cleaned every surface on each other and kissed until they knew it was time to get to the bed. Drying themselves off quickly, they went into the bedroom and turned down the bed. Though Blaine had been hesitant, he had still come prepared with lubes and condoms, just in case.
"This is our special night, so I want you to choose," Blaine said. "Would you like to top or bottom?"
Kurt nibbled his lower lip. "I wish we could do both," he said finally.
"Well, if we're both up to a round two, we can do both. Or there's tomorrow night, or hell, tomorrow morning," Blaine smiled.
"After prom night and the amazing way that felt, all I could think was that I wanted more, more of you. So, for our first time, I think I would like to bottom. If you're okay with that," Kurt said, his face pink.
"I am more than okay with that," Blaine said, leaning over and laying half on Kurt, tangling their legs together, mouths moving gently against each other.
Because they'd gotten each other so aroused in the shower, it wasn't long before they were panting and grabbing at each other, needing to be closer.
"I'm going to start preparing you, Kurt," Blaine said, reaching for the lube. "Just like prom night, I'll use one finger, then two and so on, until you are ready for me. The more time we take with it, the less discomfort you should have."
"Okay. Just kiss me, would you?" Kurt mumbled and drew Blaine's mouth back down to his, nipping lightly on his bottom lip, tugging it before licking over it to ease the sting.
Blaine parted Kurt's legs, then lubed his fingers up and waited for it to warm before circling his finger around Kurt's tight hole. He let his finger sink into his tight heat, sighing at the sensation. Immediately, Kurt's hips went up, wanting more.
"Please, Blaine, I need you so badly. Can I have another finger now? Then we can go slower," Kurt begged.
Blaine eased a second finger inside and began slowly thrusting inside him. Leaning down, he licked the V across Kurt's abdomen, loving that stretch of skin. He moved up, licking around his navel before paying loving attention to Kurt's pink nipples.
"More, please," Kurt whimpered.
Blaine removed his fingers and took a moment watching the muscles try to clench around the air, the sight inflaming him so much he moaned before gently inserting three fingers.
"Yes!" Kurt cried.
Blaine moved his fingers a little, scissoring them, letting Kurt's body adjust to his. Then he leaned up and threw the condom on Kurt's chest.
"Would you put that on me, babe?" Kurt just stared at him. "Unless you want me to stop," Blaine said, thrusting his fingers deep inside him.
"Oh god, no! Um, pinch the top, right?" Kurt asked, almost desperate. He tore open the foil packet and pulled the condom out.
"That's right, baby. Pinch the tip tightly, then roll it down on me," Blaine said.
Kurt's tongue stuck out of his mouth as he concentrated. Blaine wanted to laugh because of how adorable he was, but as Kurt started to roll it down onto his length, all he could do was shudder with need.
"Lube," Blaine muttered.
"Okay," Kurt whimpered and covered Blaine with the silky liquid. "Um, should I get on my stomach?"
"We can do it this way," Blaine said, smiling gently. "That way we can see each other."
"Good, yeah, that's sooo good," he sighed.
Finally Blaine moved between Kurt's legs fully and spread them apart further.
"You ready, baby?" he asked, sweat beading on his face and chest as his own body started to lose control.
"Oh my god, yes," Kurt said, twisting his head from side to side.
"Tell me to stop if you need me too, don't hold back," Blaine told him.
Kurt nodded quickly.
Blaine removed his fingers and Kurt whimpered loudly until Blaine lined his cock up with Kurt's stretched hole. Slowly, so slowly it hurt, he pushed into Kurt, centimeter by centimeter.
"More, Blaine, please!" Kurt whined.
Just as Blaine was about to re-explain the benefits of going slow, Kurt angled his hips and they both cried out as Blaine was fully enveloped in Kurt.
"Oh my god, Kurt, baby, you feel so fucking good," Blaine said, tears in his eyes at the wondrous sensations coursing through him.
"I feel so full," Kurt panted. "So right."
After a moment, Blaine pulled out most of the way and slowly pushed back in. The heat surrounding him was overwhelming.
"Look at me, baby," Blaine requested.
Kurt's eyes opened and they were a bright aqua blue and they were filled with adoration and awe.
"I want to see your eyes when you come," Blaine explained.
Blaine began moving in Kurt, both of their hips working together to drive them higher and higher. The feeling of their balls slapping against each other was titillating, as well as the feeling of their bodies smacking against each other.
Knowing he was close, Blaine reached down and began stroking Kurt with his lubed up hand. Kurt squeaked then gave a long guttural moan.
"I'm, I'm," Kurt got out before coming hard all over his chest in thick white streaks, a high pitched shriek of joy escaping him.
The feeling of Kurt pulsing around him made Blaine cry out loudly as he came deep inside Kurt, shaken to his core by the force of the orgasm.
For several minutes, they lay there before finally, Blaine pulled out of him. Kurt gave a hiss at the loss of fullness but soon calmed. Blaine cleaned them up quickly before pulling the comforter around them. He heard a sniff and instantly panicked, looking at Kurt.
"Baby, what's the matter? Are you hurt?" he got out.
Kurt moved over and laid on Blaine's chest, allowing himself to be wrapped up in the man he loved. "I'm okay, more than okay, I'm wonderful. I love you so much, Blaine. That couldn't have been more perfect, it just couldn't. I'm so lucky to have you," he whispered.
"We're both lucky. I love you so much, Kurt. Thank you for giving me this gift, for trusting me. It means more to me than you'll ever know," Blaine replied.
"I'm sleepy," Kurt mumbled.
"Me, too. Sleep sweet, baby," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's hair.
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I hope that was okay. Even if Blaine had experience, Kurt didn't, so I figured there would still be some awkwardness to it. Next: More New York!