Roommates
A/N: They just asked a Glee question on Jeopardy and yeah I got it right. Sup.
Yeah I watch Jeopardy. Leave me alone.
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Chapter 24
"Well are you going to just stand there, or are you going to hug your old man?"
Kurt raced across the sidewalk until he was wrapped in his father's arms. Blaine smiled as he followed. He saw Hunter smiling sadly at them and automatically knew what his father was thinking. If only he could turn back time and be that close to his children. They were getting there, at least.
Burt laughed, successfully pulling away from the tight embrace and looking his son up and down. "Well look at you. I guess this Sears shirt and tie Carole made me buy still can't hold a flame to your wardrobe."
Kurt smirked almost disbelievingly. "Sears? I thought I taught you better than that, dad. And Carole! I'd expect this from you, but not her!"
"Your son is a bit of a fashionista," Hunter chimed in, opening his arms so Kurt could hug him hello, "you have to come better than that, Burt."
Burt didn't see the big deal. His clothes, while not as flashy as those around him, did get the job done. He shrugged and looked at Blaine. "I like my outfit." he said proudly. The youngest laughed and went over to the driver's side, unlocking the door for the group to get in. He was joined in the front by his dad, while Burt and Kurt settled into the back seats.
"Where to, captain?" Hunter strapped in and looked at his son expectantly. Blaine did the same, adjusting his mirrors before starting the car up.
"Remember that restaurant grandpa took us when we went to Italy?"
The car got quiet, caught off guard by the question. "I can't do Italy," Burt interrupted with a smile. "I have to open the shop in the morning."
Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine laughed. He pulled out of their parking space. "They opened a place here in New York and I thought we'd try it."
"Well I'm all for it." Kurt spoke, loosening his tie a little. "I haven't eaten since breakfast, and Santana helped me with that, you know."
Blaine smirked at that. "We'll get her back. But you'll love this place, babe. Burt you too."
Hunter agreed. "Burt, you have to try their chicken parmesan. I didn't want to leave Italy because of that dish alone."
"My son doesn't let me eat anything that tastes good."
Blaine smirked, peeking through the rearview mirror.
"Excuse me for caring for your wellbeing, dad."
The ride was about half an hour with traffic. Blaine laughed at his father's stories of Cooper's new females while Burt and Kurt conversed in the back seat. After the increase of responsibilities the coiffed teen was faced with, nothing was better than reverting back to that role of 'kid', if even for a few hours. Seeing his dad reminded Kurt that he was still young. He still had a whole life to enjoy, and Burt supported that whole-heartedly.
"I hear you're a writer now, so I thought I'd give you something you could use."
Kurt turned to his left and was met with a warm smile from his father. The man pulled out a leather book from somewhere in that old coat he had before Kurt was born, and held it in his hands. It looked worn and a little dingy from time, and a few strings were unwinding from the seams. Kurt observed it. The little book did look familiar. Burt unbuckled the gold fastener and turned through a few pages, and that's when Kurt remembered where it was from.
"T-That's mom's handwriting."
Burt nodded, looking over the pages. "It was a journal of sorts. She'd just write any and everything in here—happenings of the day, her grocery list, little things you'd say that made her laugh," Burt smiled, glancing over at Kurt. His son's eyes were locked on the book. "I think you should have it, and maybe write some things of your own inside. Nothing work related though! This book is to help you get away from all of that."
Kurt accepted the book after a few seconds of Burt holding it out for him to take. He rifled through the first few pages and memories of his mother began to flood. Surprisingly, he didn't feel sad. Usually remembering little things from the past… the Sunday baking and the tickle fights… sometimes the memories did leave a sour taste. Now, seeing her handwriting and reading the words she left… he could only smile.
"I'll cherish this forever, dad."
Burt reached over and grabbed his son by the shoulder. "I know you will, Kurt."
It wasn't long before all four men walked through the entrance of Felidia Ristorante. Blaine released Kurt's hand to walk over to the hostess and tell her about the reservations he made. Hunter and Burt had somehow found time in the minute it took Blaine to do that to argue about the playoffs some more, and all Kurt could think was 'oh my god, there are three of them'. He smiled however, happy to be spending time with the three people he was with.
Blaine came over and announced their table was ready, taking Kurt's hand and leading him through the restaurant. They both took in the beautiful surroundings—gorgeous floral arrangements on every end of the room and a beautiful painting at the far end of the restaurant that must've cost a fortune. The culture was heavy everywhere you looked, and Kurt quickly understood why Blaine wanted to come here. He missed his grandfather and the time spent in Italy.
When they didn't stop at any of the tables, Kurt became suspicious. "Baby—"
"We're back there." he gestured with a finger, smiling at the apprehensive face his boyfriend wore.
The waiter led them into a room lit with candles; a bottle of Chianti on the table and crystal glasses that probably cost more than the bill would. There were a few violinists that showed up, playing softly and smiling when they saw the group. Kurt closed his mouth after he realized it had dropped for a few seconds, and Blaine smiled, pulling out his chair.
"In celebration of you, Kurt Hummel. I wasn't the best boyfriend a few nights ago, I know. A little more support would've gone a long way. So this is a do over of sorts." He helped the blue-eyed boy into his seat and kissed his hand afterwards. "I just want you to know how proud of you I am."
"We all are," Hunter chimed in, removing his jacket and sitting across from the boy. Burt nodded, giving his son an honored smile. Both men sat and shared a look, Burt leaning in.
"I need to take notes from Blaine."
Hunter smiled. "You and me both."
"This isn't necessary—" Kurt told Blaine, but to no avail.
"Shh," Blaine leant over in his seat and kissed his cheek, "boyfriends." he whispered. Kurt wanted to fight him on it but couldn't… simply kissing his cheek in return and thanking him.
After everyone had placed their orders, the conversations began. Burt hadn't really gotten the answers he wanted during the last phone conversation he had with Kurt, and there was no time like the present.
"So tell us about your first day, son."
Kurt smiled down at his and Blaine's fingers laced on top of the table. "It went well. It wasn't nearly as intimidating as I expected it to be, being that I had no idea what to expect. But Sterling really filled me in on things."
Hunter sipped on his water, nodding his agreement. "Sterling is a good man. I never understood how he survived working for Linda after all these years."
"Should I be concerned?" Burt questioned genuinely. Blaine nodded yes but Kurt squeezed his hand until he stopped.
"Kurt's in good hands." Hunter reassured him, "My wife sees a lot of herself in him—not personality wise, but in temrs of work ethic, and she respects that. He'll be fine."
"You never did tell me what happened with Charles," Blaine reminded his boyfriend, just remembering that bit of conversation. Burt perked up at this when his son placed his glass down. "Charles? As in ex-boyfriend that I didn't like Charles?"
Kurt smiled, nodding his head. "That's the one. He came today, applying for a modeling position with the new magazine. I didn't like the idea of him working near me, and neither did other people," he glared at Blaine who winked at him, "so we arranged for Sterling to offer him a job in California with his modeling agency under the guise that he was too old for what we were doing… which was true in a way."
Blaine sat back in his seat. "Maybe he'll take Helen with him."
"But," Kurt continued, ignoring him some more, "all that matters is we'll be able to start fresh with fresh faces. Linda trusts our vision enough so with a little work, the magazine will be up and running soon."
"Who's the our in 'our vision'?" Burt asked. Hunter spoke up this time.
"Sebastian. I sort of took him in a few years ago. After he finished high school he worked for me with my stores, but all the kid wanted to do was horse around with my eldest son, Cooper— another one that needed to be watched at times." Blaine smirked, "But give him something to work for and he'll get the job done."
"As long as he doesn't waste his time working for something he can't have," Blaine said pointedly, staring at his boyfriend. Kurt rolled his eyes and looked to Hunter.
"You have the most jealous son in the world, you know that?"
Blaine shrugged as his father laughed. "He just loves you, Kurt."
….
The rest of dinner went amazing, much like the whole day. Kurt was filled in on what they discussed at the football game about Blaine not being able to get in trouble anymore, much to the boy's chagrin. They also talked future outings… just the dads. That made Blaine and Kurt smile at one another.
The food did happen to be amazing. Burt ordered the same thing as his son; tortellini primavera. Kurt wasn't letting him get away with anything after Blaine snitched on how many beers Burt had drank.
"You should've let me drink one. I would've stayed quiet."
Either way, it was delicious. Both could agree on that.
Blaine had the ravioli, and his father made big on ordering his parmesan. They ate and talked about different things, mainly embarrassing stories that Blaine and Kurt would prefer not ever come up ever. But what are parents for, right?
"I warned Blaine about the paparazzi and the media earlier, Kurt." Hunter said seriously. "Be prepared, okay? Whatever happens, you two work through it together."
Kurt nodded, remembering seeing Blaine and Linda in that magazine. "Of course. We'll work through it. Right?"
Blaine looked up through his lashes. "I'm not messing up again."
Kurt smiled. He knew they'd be fine with a little work.
...
Hunter ruffled his son's hair like old times before pulling the young man into his arms. Kurt smiled as he watched. Things had changed extraordinarily so and he was so proud of Blaine. He hugged Hunter as well and the man whispered words of encouragement into his ear.
"Don't give up on him, Kurt."
"Never."
Hunter had volunteered to have his driver chauffeur he and Burt back to Philadelphia, and even offered to have the man flown back to Ohio in his jet. Kurt smirked at the face his father made after hearing it, and just how rich the Ander-Berrys were finally sank in for Burt. He hugged the old man goodbye and smiled, wishing them both safe travels. Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt close as he waved goodbye. Today was a success if he could say so himself. Any day that ended with Kurt happy was a successful day. He watched them pull off and immediately pulled Kurt into his arms, attacking his lips like he had been wanting to all evening. His boyfriend smiled and leant into him.
"We should get home." Kurt whispered, straightening Blaine's tie as he spoke. He smiled, pulling the boy's scarf tighter around his neck.
"What's the rush?" Blaine mused, kissing him gently on the lips.
"I have something I want to show you."
Blaine finished kissing him and pulled away with a naughty smile; one eyebrow raised high on his forehead. "Oh really?"
Kurt walked over to the car, smirking back at his boyfriend. "Really, really."
….
The ride home was fun to say the least. Blaine had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand in Kurt's pants. He had been touching him since ninth avenue, slowly pulling Kurt's cock and biting his lip at every gasp. They hit a red light and Blaine pulled to a stop behind an SUV, working his hand faster. Kurt's eyes were closed and his breaths were coming out short as he gripped the edges of the seat. Just as Blaine began to play at the head of his cock, the boy's cell started ringing.
Blaine moved his hand faster; his eyes locked on Kurt's parted lips. "Get my phone for me, gorgeous."
Kurt bit his lip as his hand moved around the space between them for his boyfriend's cell phone. His legs started to shake as he looked at the screen. "Fuck baby… It's your m-mom."
The light turned green and Blaine nodded. "Tell her I'm a little busy." He smiled and stepped lightly on the gas, his hand moving a bit slower now.
"I'm not talking to your mom while you're jerking me off, Blaine."
The phone reached the third ring and Blaine rolled his eyes, drawing his hand back to himself. "Fine."
"Hello?" Kurt cleared his throat and tried to regain control of his erratic breathing.
"Kurt?" Linda's sounded confused, which was probably justified after calling her son's phone and having someone else answer. Then, she acknowledged the fact that Kurt and Blaine were always together, so it was understandable.
"Yes, it's me. Blaine's driving right now."
"Oh," she stopped to do something in the background… maybe yell at somebody. "I'm on my way back to the states but I needed to talk to him first… I needed to talk to you too, anyway. How was it?"
Kurt pinched his boyfriend's hand when Blaine started rubbing him through the pants he wore. "It went very well. Sterling was great, and we're confident in who we hired—"
"I hope you're ready for Fashion Week." She continued.
Kurt laughed nervously. "I hope I am too—"
"And you have an interview with Alana Giovanni the next week, just so you know."
"Alana G-Giovanni?"
"Tell him to pull over. It's important." Linda didn't seem to want to speak long, or maybe she didn't have the time. Kurt didn't say anything more. His heart was threatening to implode already from that tiny conversation.
"Blaine? Pull over sweetie."
"Why?"
"Your mother says it's important."
Blaine rolled his eyes, but signaled right, pulling onto a quiet block. He double parked next to a Hyundai and accepted the iPhone from his boyfriend.
"Thank you sweetheart," Kurt nodded and Blaine held it to his ear. "Mom."
"You and your sister and Kurt have a new place to live now. Congratulations."
Blaine didn't even bother responding for a moment. He looked at Kurt who still looked a little daze from whatever he talked about with her and shook his head. "What do you mean?"
"I own a townhouse in Greenwich Village… hold on…" there was a shifting noise on the other end, "Thomas get my bags!" more shifting, and then she returned, "There are three floors. Your sister can have the first, you and Kurt can share the second, and I don't care what you do with the third."
"We can't just leave, mom. We have a new cotenant and literally just entered the lease less than two months ago—"
"Take the cotenant with you. There. Now you know what to do with the last floor. And give me your landlord's information. I'll handle it. I just need you guys moved in before Fashion Week—"
"Why?" Kurt noticed his boyfriend was a bit agitated when he snapped back in to reality. "This is a little sudden and not making much sense." Blaine told her.
"We'll talk more later, Blaine. I'm about to board. Be good."
Blaine rolled his eyes and hung up the phone, giving it back to Kurt. He took the car out of park and started to drive once more.
Kurt put the phone on sleep mode and looked back at his boyfriend. His mood changed completely, not that it wasn't expected after a conversation with his mother, but it didn't seem to be one of huge discontent. He placed a hand on Blaine's lap, rubbing comfortingly.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Kurt didn't get much of an answer and frowned because of it. Blaine simply shook his head, still not believing anything he just heard. He got back onto a main road and focused on driving. Moving away wasn't an idea he was really up for. Especially after all the memories they had in their apartment. It slowly became home for him. An actual home, not the ones he resided in before.
Kurt sighed and relaxed into the seat. He decided to look out the window, the beautiful lights of New York City and sight of people enjoying themselves on a winter night clouded his vision. He smiled, remembering the first time he arrived in NYC. A mix of anxiety and excitement pretty much defined his existence in that minute. Now, this was turf, in a way. He smiled thinking about it. Things had definitely changed for the better—
"We're moving, babe."
Blaine stopped at another red light and exhaled, mussing his dark hair. Kurt looked over at him incredulously.
"Moving? Where?"
"Greenwich Village."
Okay. Well Greenwich Village was literally a few minutes away by car so he didn't get the big idea. Why move so close away?
"Into a townhouse my mother owns."
Now, this was making sense. For Linda Berry, that was. "A townhouse?" the words burst out before Kurt could control himself. "Do you know how much a townhouse in Greenwich Village is worth? Almost 7 million dollars!"
Blaine nodded, looking straight ahead.
"Isn't that a little high maintenance?"
"I agree gorgeous."
"What's wrong with where we live now?"
Blaine shrugged. "I'm not sure."
They both stared at one another for a few seconds, until the light turned green. Blaine squeezed his hand reassuringly before driving off. "Linda Berry has motive for everything. We'll find out soon enough."
Kurt shook his head. "I didn't sign up for all of this."
"Oh but you did." Blaine smiled, turning right onto the block of their building's parking lot. "We did. But tonight, I say we go upstairs and end the perfect day with the perfect night, gorgeous."
Kurt smiled. He was still pretty hard and it hurt, but soon enough he'd get to show Blaine his surprise. "I'm interviewing Alana Giovanni in a couple weeks."
Blaine pulled into the lot and quickly found his spot. "I have no idea who that is, but I'm sure you'll do perfect baby."
"Thank you. She's a designer from Australia by the way."
Blaine nodded, undoing Kurt's seatbelt and moving his hand back to his unfastened Armani pants. "That's great." he told him. Kurt nodded and sighed as Blaine began to stroke him again, jerking quickly from the base to the tip. His eyes rolled back as he laced his fingers in Blaine's hair, watching his boyfriend lower his head until his lips were on his cock.
….
Tonight was one of those nights that the doorman didn't get a friendly greeting when Kurt and Blaine crossed the threshold to the building. Kurt felt like jelly after how hard he just came in the car… Blaine's tongue and those tongue rings were definitely gonna be the death of him. He pressed the 'up' button as Blaine squeezed him tightly, holding Kurt flush against his chest. He kissed his neck and Kurt had to drag him into the elevator once the door's opened.
Blaine growled roughly, pushing Kurt against the wall and holding him steady by the hips. Kurt grinned as Blaine rocked forward, rubbing his cock into the blue eyed teen's thigh.
"We do need to press 7, baby."
Blaine sighed and lazily pulled himself away, pushing the button and waiting for the doors to close. Once they did, Blaine was right back against Kurt, grinding him into the wall as he kissed his neck.
"You had me so hard today, Kurt."
Kurt moved his hand to grab Blaine's cock, stroking him slowly. Blaine stopped his feverish movement and sighed. "Shit."
"I'll take care of you soon," he whispered, kissing Blaine's cheek. Blaine thrust into Kurt's hand at the words.
"Will you?" Blaine moved forward again, biting his lip in the process.
Kurt nodded, squeezing Blaine's ass. "Yeah."
The doors opened and Blaine let Kurt lead him out the elevator by the tie. He followed him with a lip between his teeth, hands lazily grabbing for a trim waist.
When they arrived at apartment 717, Blaine turned Kurt around so that they were face to face. He returned his lips to Kurt's neck and pressed him into the front door, grinding into the man's thigh. Kurt had to smile. If Blaine was this hot now, imagine how hot he'd be after they got to the bed room. Digging around in the pocket of his boyfriend's pea coat, he began to look for Blaine's house keys. It was obvious that he wouldn't be able to reach his own right now.
"You better not come, Anderson."
Blaine's breathing hitched as he slowed down his pace; rolling his hips less erratically now. He took the keys from Kurt's hand and fished around for the lock, now kissing his boyfriend's lips as they tried and failed several times to get inside.
After another minute, Kurt was fully hard again and started thrusting his own cock against Blaine's thigh. He moaned when Blaine sucked on his tongue, teasing it with his piercings, all before he decided he had enough and pulled away.
"Shit, Blaine," he turned and grabbed the long forgotten keys again and put them into the lock, moaning when Blaine began to hump him from behind. "Babe…"
The door was finally pushed open and Kurt tossed his coat on the hook. Blaine popped one of his buttons trying to get out of his but he knew Kurt would fix it later. For now, he toed off his shoes and tossed his coat in the direction of the rack, quickly locking the door behind him. Rachel watched them from where she sat in the living room, shaking her head when Kurt pushed her brother against the door and attacked his lips.
"So I take it dinner went well?" she asked.
"I'm gonna," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, "ride you so hard tonight."
Blaine growled, pushing him back towards the living room. Kurt's knees bent as he fell back on to the couch where Rachel sat. The girl squeaked and got up, hitting the both of them with the sofa pillow when Blaine lay down on top of him. "Not here! Not here!"
Santana entered the living room in her boy shorts and a hoodie, shaking her head at the scene she found. "When are you going to pick your new classes, Berry?"
Rachel turned to look at the girl like she was crazy. "You don't see these two engaging in inappropriate relations on our couch?"
Santana nodded, heading into the kitchen. "I see it, yeah. So when are you going?"
Kurt pushed Blaine off of a bit, trying to catch his breath. Blaine instead moved to his neck again and started to suck, grinding forward and smirking when Kurt shouted.
"Blaine Alexander Anderson, get off this couch right now!"
Kurt tried not to laugh which wasn't hard because Blaine rolled his hips into his again. He bit his lip and smiled, "O-Okay, babe… c'mon, s-stop."
"I was thinking we'd go Tuesday." Santana said, "I need to take social psychology this semester."
Rachel shook her head. "I'm transferring schools. That's if I get into this one… my audition is at the end of the month and I was hoping that Blaine would help me rehearse tonight." She glared at her younger brother who was adjusting his pants, stumbling to his feet. Kurt just lay on the couch looking blissed out.
"Is that why you've been singing at the top of your lungs all day?" Santana pulled out a frying plan and clanked it on the stove.
"Can this rehearsal wait?" Blaine asked, still looking at Kurt who was catching his breath. "I have plans tonight…"
Santana shook her head, looking for ingredients. "You two are like fucking rabbits."
Rachel rolled her eyes at her bro. "You promised me, though."
Blaine gave her a look but Kurt stood up, kissing him on the cheek. "Help her, babe. I gotta," he leant in further to whisper, "get ready…"
Blaine's cock twitched and he closed his eyes. "You don't understand how hard I am right now Kurt. Hearing my sister sing show tunes will do nothing but be a huge boner kill."
"I can hear you, Blaine."
Kurt smiled at Rachel and kissed Blaine again on the cheek. "I'll help you with that when you finish out here, 'k?"
"Whatever." Blaine rolled his eyes and looked at his sister. She smiled widely, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Kurt as he brushed by, heading back to the rooms.
"So, I have three song choices," Rachel went to sit down as Santana started to prepare a few burger in the kitchen, "Don't Rain on my Parade, Defying Gravity, and Don't Cry for me Argentina."
Blaine sighed, adjusting his pants a little and undoing his tie. He plopped down on the couch and sighed harder. "I could be having sex right now."
"You're always having sex! Help me."
"Is there a reason all of those start with D?" Santana questioned from the kitchen, sitting on a bar stool and facing the siblings. Rachel shook her head no.
"I just like the songs."
Blaine turned the television off and turned to face his sister on the couch. "Okay. Let's start with whichever one means you scream less."
Rachel punched him in the arm and Blaine smiled. "Joking, sis. You know I've always liked your rendition of Defying Gravity so I'm not sure why this is a question."
"Because I don't want to be too safe. You know I can hit those notes in my sleep."
Blaine nodded. "That's why you should sing it. Guaranteed to get in, no? Oh," he lowered his voice more but Santana was actually minding her own business at this point in time. "How far is this school from Greenwich Village?"
Rachel's face changed and she nodded. "Mom called you too, huh?"
Blaine nodded. "Did she say why?"
"Nope. But I'm excited! You two will have your own floor, and I won't have to worry about anyone but me having sex on my couch."
"Well you're not having sex anytime soon so I guess that's a good thing."
Rachel made a face, rolling her eyes away. "So, back to me rehearsing…"
"Cooper agrees with me."
Rachel scoffed. "And I'm sure you two have enough sex for the whole family, but I'm grown. I'm older than you, Blaine. I can make my own decisions."
Santana skated off towards the rooms. "Keep an eye on dinner guys, I'll be back."
"Okay," Rachel called out, turning her attention back to her brother. Blaine eased out of his blazer as he looked at her. "So where were we?"
"Song choices." Blaine said tiredly, wanting to leave the last conversation alone.
….
Kurt opened his door in a Burberry checkered robe after hearing a few knocks. He sucked his teeth when he found a grinning Santana who pushed her way inside.
"Hot, Hummel. Hot."
Kurt closed the door behind him. "I'm a little nervous."
Santana plopped down on the bed and nodded. "I guess that's normal. That'll change when he sees you, though."
"I swear if he gets freaked out by this I'm coming for you."
"Sure," Santana stood up and started to drift around the room, "I wouldn't be surprised if he came as soon as you took the damn robe off, Hummel. He wouldn't lie about a kink."
Kurt nodded. "I suppose."
"Massage oils, huh?"
Kurt looked up and smiled. "That was a Christmas gift from my best friend back in Ohio. I'll know if any are missing."
Santana popped one open and took a whiff. "Kama Sutra massage oil. Unopened. You two should be ashamed of yourselves." She placed it back on the dresser and headed towards the door where her roommate still remained. "If I don't hear one of you screaming tonight, Kurt, I will be thoroughly disappointed. And you don't want to disappoint Auntie Tana."
Kurt smirked, moving aside to open the door for her. "I wouldn't want that to happen."
She pecked him on the cheek and left. "Have fun."
The door was closed and Kurt shook his head, smiling as he headed back to the bed. Christian Dior was still sprawled out on the floor and he shook his head, thinking about taking him to his bed but deciding against it. He just needed to get his nerves together right now.
….
"I'll take over from here," Santana placed a couple plates on the coffee table, smiling over at Rachel. "I'm your coach for the rest of the night."
Blaine raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Santana."
Rachel gave her an incredulous look. "Are you even musically gifted?"
Santana scoffed. "You're making me regret cooking this vegan shit. Do you want help or not?"
"I'm out of here so you better say yes." Blaine stood up and grabbed his blazer, heading back towards the rooms. Santana smiled as she watched him go.
"You might want to turn up the instrumentals. It's gonna be a long night."
Rachel ignored her. It was always a long night living with Kurt and her brother. "I'm serious about this school, Santana. This audition is important. And I'm nervous that I'll choke and won't live up to expectations! If I can't get into this school, I probably won't be able to perform for a living. That's all I want to do."
Santana nodded, looking at the girl across from her. "Eat up. I slaved in the kitchen to make this."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "It literally takes five minutes to make these burgers."
"I have to be at work in about an hour. You're going with me."
Rachel looked at the clock. It was 9 at night now. "Um… what happened to helping me audition?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Santana took a bite of the food and turned her nose up. "Okay, ew."
Rachel wanted to ask, but she didn't. Instead, she picked up the burger and began to eat. Despite her brain saying this would be a huge mistake, she decided to trust Santana Lopez.
….
When Blaine entered Kurt's room, the first thing he noticed was his boyfriend lying on his belly; his bare legs exposed because of the way his robe had risen to just above his thighs.
Kurt turned around because of the noise, a nervous blush on his face. Blaine smiled, tossing his blazer somewhere unimportant and undoing the buttons of his shirt. "What're you up to?"
"I was just writing," Kurt turned over in the bed, adjusting his robe around him, "I didn't know how long you'd be." he responded, putting the gift from his dad on his night table.
Blaine grabbed their pet by the bowtie and placed him outside the room. He resumed what he was doing, working his arms slowly out of the dress shirt he wore, eyes locked on Kurt as he proceeded to lift his wife beater over his head. His boyfriend licked his lips and sat up on the bed, and Blaine made his way over, lying down next to him.
"Santana decided she'd take over on the Rachel duties," Blaine pressed Kurt into the mattress, straddling the teen and dipping his tongue over his Adam's apple, "and I decided I was perfectly okay with that."
Kurt smiled, biting his lip as Blaine ran his hands over the robe he wore. "You left your sister with Santana? Dear God."
"She'll be fine," Blaine lay down between Kurt's legs, completely unaware of what his boyfriend wore underneath the fashionable robe he sported. "I'm more interested in hearing the notes that you can hit right now." Blaine smiled into his boyfriend's ear, reaching for the belt tied around his waist. Kurt tensed up and grabbed his hand, shaking his head no.
"Wait."
Blaine pulled back to look at him, wearing a face of confusion. "What's wrong?"
"I," Kurt licked his lips and sat up a little, "I wanna give you a show…"
Blaine's triangular eyebrows rose and Kurt smiled, nodding his head. "What kind of show?"
"A strip tease," Kurt whispered, suddenly feeling like this was a huge mistake. "But only if you want—"
Blaine stood to his feet, unbuckling the belt to his dress pants—the only thing he had on right now. "Where should I sit?"
Well, that was a confidence booth. Kurt gestured to the chair by his self-donned 'moisturizing station'. He smiled when Blaine got the hint. "You can sit right there."
Blaine nodded, moving to the wooden chair and taking a seat. He started palming himself in his pants, patiently waiting for a sexily slow moving Kurt to make his way over. Kurt's long legs stretched out and over the edge of the bed as he stood up, taking slow paces until he was about three feet in front of his boyfriend. Blaine had one hand rested on his thigh and the other rubbing at his hard cock; his eyes roaming from Kurt's legs all the way to his eyes. "Strip."
Kurt's fingers played at the belt around his hips. "There are rules."
Blaine smirked. "I know what they are. You get naked for me and I fuck you as hard as you want me to."
Kurt smiled, shaking his head no. "No touching was what I was aiming for."
"That sounds horrible."
"It'll be fun," Kurt said, staring at the bulge in Blaine's pants. "I'll touch you wherever you want, but you have to keep your hands to yourself."
Blaine licked his lips, slouching down in the chair. His hands went to fold behind his head and Kurt grinned, running his own down his body. "So do you want to play?"
Blaine's eyes had darkened a shade or two and he bit his lip, following Kurt's hands. "I want to play."
"Good."
….
Santana taped a note to Kurt's door before returning to the living room. She slid into her high heel boots and checked herself in the mirror. There was a nice amount of cleavage showing through her black button-down. Her jeans hugged her perfectly. She looked as hot as usual. Nothing new.
"Am I dressed appropriately? You never did tell me where it is that you work." Rachel stood beside Santana, smoothing down her turtle neck and twirling in her plaid skirt. She smiled at herself in approval, but Santana only shook her head.
"You're dressed appropriately if you're getting ready for your first day of fourth grade, yeah."
"I think I look nice."
"Let's go," Santana huffed in an annoyed tone, tossing Rachel her coat.
….
Kurt got hold of his nerves and finally undid the tie in his robe. He pulled the cotton slowly with one hand, dropping it to his side, and then letting the other fall. His robe slowly fell open and his pale chest was exposed; still marked with a few hickeys from the night before. Blaine watched patiently, eyeing his boyfriend's body. Kurt was being particularly slow about opening the robe all the way.
After a quick pep talk with himself, Kurt finally let the robe slide off his shoulders and down his body. He closed his eyes as it pooled around his feet, knowing that he was fully exposed in a midnight blue lace bikini, the same color of that hoodie Blaine loved to wear. He waited until he got some sort of a response from his boyfriend before he opened his eyes again. If Santana lied about this he'd strangle her.
"Fuck."
Kurt let a breath go, slowly opening his eyes. He found dark, lusty brown ones staring back at him; a shade they'd never been before. Kurt bit his lip and moved a little closer, switching his hips.
"Do you like it?"
Blaine didn't answer. His eyes moved from Kurt's; back down to the panties his boyfriend wore. He could see how they struggled to hold Kurt's long dick inside and he moaned, needing to touch him.
"Oh my god, Kurt."
Kurt licked his lips, touching his hand to his chest and slowly moving it down his body, all until it reached the bikini. "I know they're you're favorite color and I just hoped you'd let me dance for you…"
Blaine closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't so sure he'd be able to abide by these rules. All he wanted to do was make Kurt cum in those panties. "I need you…" He dug inside his designer pants and started stroking himself, eyes glued on his boyfriend's body.
Kurt sighed, smiling as he slapped Blaine's hand away. "You're not allowed to touch yourself either, Blaine."
"Kurt—"
Kurt forced both hands to Blaine's side and sat down on his lap. "Relax. I'll be good to you, I promise." He reached over to the dresser and grabbed his stereo remote, turning on the song they danced to at the New Year's party. "No hands. Okay?"
Blaine groaned as Kurt started grinding forward in his lap, but nodded anyway. "K."
….
"What do you mean you don't bottom?" Sebastian grinned as he collapsed onto his king sized bed, already in nothing but his boxers. He pulled his cock out through the slit in the dark fabric and began to stroke himself, smiling when Charles ruffled his blonde hair and shrugged.
"I mean I don't bottom. Ever."
He took over for Sebastian, his rough hand reaching over and pumping the younger man's cock. Sebastian threw his head back and let him continue.
"Well I don't… shit, like that," Sebastian mused, adjusting himself on the bed. Charles attached his lips to his chest and started to suck hard, "I don't bottom, ever. I did happen to get you employment, Charlie boy." He smiled when the muscular man moved lower on the bed, "The least you could do is let me fuck you into this mattress, don't you think?"
Charles took Sebastian deep into his throat, bobbing his head up and down. He sucked hard, pulling off only to wet his own fingers before returning his lips to where they were previously. Sebastian forced both hands into his hair and thrust up, not caring whether or not this guy could handle getting his mouth fucked. When he felt a finger pressed to his entrance, he laughed and slapped the hand away.
Charles pulled off with a pop, wiping his mouth and looking at Sebastian like he was crazy. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not letting you fuck me, guy."
Charles smiled, shrugging his shoulder. "Same here. So I guess we've both wasted our time?"
"I guess so."
Sebastian stood up and shook his head, going over to his cell phone. "Show yourself out please."
Charles shook his head, looking around the room for his shirt. He finally found it and tossed it on, glancing back at Sebastian. "You would've had the time of your life, kid."
Sebastian held the phone to his ear and waved him off, highly annoyed. "Have fun in Cali." Charles smirked and nodded, closing the bedroom door behind him. Sebastian had to follow to make sure he wouldn't steal anything on the way out.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Sebastian watched the blonde leaving his condo as he spoke to a brunette on the phone, "wanna come over?"
"I'll be there soon," the man said with an audible smile.
Sebastian hung up and smirked. Kurt would probably yell at him but there was always more where that came from.
….
"You work at a club?" Rachel looked up, thoroughly afraid for her life. "I can't go in there!"
Santana ignored her, holding the door to Roxy's open as she waited. "Let's go Berry, my shift starts soon. Time is money."
"I'm under age! You're under age!"
"Do you plan on getting wasted at any point tonight? If not, you're good."
"I don't know what we're doing, honestly," Rachel watched a couple guys stepping out to smoke, smiling at both her and Santana. She blushed and looked away. "You won't tell me what it is that you do."
"If I tell you, you'll pussy out. Now I don't want to get violent Berry, but you're slowly pushing me in that direction." Santana gave her roommate a look that was sure to get the point across. Reluctantly, Rachel walked over, hugging her coat closer to her body and walking through the threshold. The bouncer greeted them and Santana announced that they were together. This would probably be the worst decision she ever made.
….
"God, Kurt. God… oh baby," Blaine clenched his fist tighter together, trying to restrain himself. Kurt was on top of him, both hands holding him steady on Blaine's knee as he worked his ass on top of Blaine's clothed cock. He moved rhythmically to the music; legs spread wide as he danced sensually. "K-Kurt…"
Kurt stood up now, leaning down to bite Blaine's lip roughly. The younger boy thrust up into nothing, breathing labored and a bead of sweat on his brow. "Should I keep going?" he questioned, running his tongue along Blaine's mouth.
"When can I touch you?" Blaine almost whined. Kurt neglected to answer him, instead turning around and facing the opposite direction, shimmying his hips slowly. Blaine almost did it—he almost grabbed Kurt's ass in those tight panties and almost spanked him, desperate to feel the fabric against his skin. Instead he stayed still as instructed, waiting for Kurt to take care of him. "Baby," he whispered, exhaling when Kurt dropped until his ass was in Blaine's lap again. He smiled at the string of groans that left Blaine's lips as he rocked back and forth, gyrating in a way that nearly made his boyfriend lose it.
Blaine thrust up and sighed. It physically hurt now how hard he was, but the friction against Kurt made it a little more bearable. Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's knees again and worked his hips, feeling a little erotic. He enjoyed doing this a lot more than he imagined he ever would.
"I swear to everything Kurt," Blaine threw his head back when Kurt placed his back flush against the younger teen's chest, wrapping an arm around his neck and grinding his hips, "I swear when you let me move you're in so much fucking trouble."
Kurt smiled, touching himself in the panties and working his ass over the bulge in Blaine's pants. "That's the plan, baby."
Blaine closed his eyes, fighting off his orgasm. It was close—his stomach tightened and his legs were trembling. He knew if Kurt kept moving on top of him, running his fingers through his hair and humming along to the music, he knew he'd come right in there two hundred dollar pants one of Kurt's coworkers hustled him into buying the other day.
"I'm gonna deep throat your cock," Kurt whispered, still dancing seductively. Blaine opened his eyes and saw Kurt's hand playing in the dark blue bikini he wore. Never had he been more jealous of anything in his entire life than he was of Kurt's hand in that moment. "Do you want me to suck your hard cock, Blaine? I bet you're so fucking close right now."
Blaine rolled his hips forward and Kurt smiled, feeling just how hard his boyfriend was for him. "I want those pretty lips on my cock," he told him, watching Kurt slowly get up, purposely grinding his ass slowly before he stood. "Then you're all mine, baby. I'm gonna drive you crazy."
….
"Tana! Who's your friend?"
Rachel smiled shyly as her roommate dragged her over. "This is Rachel. She goes to NYU with me and unfortunately we share living space." Santana smirked, tossing their coats onto the couch in her dressing room. "She's helping me out tonight."
"Can she sing?" the man asked, looking Rachel over skeptically. Rachel smiled, nodding her head yes but wondering why he'd ask that question.
"She can blow," Santana answered, checking herself in the mirror. "I'm not sure if she can hang with me, but we'll see in a little while."
"What do you mean?" Rachel questioned stepping closer.
"I'm Santana's boss, Roger," the man held his hand out and Rachel slowly took it, "I own this place. Hired her a long time ago after she killed it on Karaoke night—singing an Amy Winehouse cover. It was perfect."
Santana smiled, a little more proud than it was bitchy. "Damn right it was."
"She's been performing for a few of my clubs and people love her. So please, don't give one of my best performers a bad name."
Rachel smiled widely. "You?" she pointed at Santana, something Cooper taught her over Christmas break. "You perform songs in clubs? That's so amazing!"
Santana nodded, moving the hand out her face. "Yeah, yeah. So what song are we singing first?" She grabbed the girl and pushed her out the room, waving goodbye to Roger. "I was thinking we could do some Adele—"
"We? No, no, no… I can't do this."
"Yes you can." Santana leant against the wall, looking up at the clock above them. "You wanted help for your audition; you're getting help for your audition. You need practice performing in front of someone besides Hobbit 2.0, and I'm going to give you that. Now let's go," Santana started walking again, not even looking behind her for Rachel. "The band is waiting and people are about to see a duet."
Rachel watched Santana walking away, feeling the breath leave her body. She couldn't do this! She never performed in front of a crowd before. What if she wasn't right for the school she was applying to? What if it was just a really awesome dream she had that would never come true?
"Berry! Bring your ass now!"
Rachel sighed, dragging her feet to follow. There was no time like the present to find out.
….
Blaine held on tightly to the dresser with one hand, and to the chair underneath him with the other. Kurt seriously wouldn't let him use his hands and it was killing him, but the way Kurt's mouth felt around him right now—pure heaven. His toes curled into the carpet as Kurt's hot, wet, moist, talented mouth sank down on his cock. Kurt pulled off and placed his lips on the head, sucking softly and kissing down the length as softly as he possibly could.
"K-Kurt," Blaine fought not to force him back where he was, "just suck me… please, baby."
Kurt smiled, spreading Blaine's legs wider and licking a swipe up his cock. Blaine shivered, fingers white from gripping the chair and dresser as hard as he was. Kurt kissed him once more on the head before having mercy and taking all of him into his mouth.
"Shit, yes, yes," Blaine slumped lower in the seat and let his eyes close, "deeper, Kurt… yes, baby."
Kurt began to hum to the music as he went deeper. He knew Blaine was close from the way his stomach was clenching. Hallowing his throat, Kurt moaned around Blaine and moved deeper, dragging his tongue over the veins as he worked his head up and down. It was maybe five seconds later that Blaine's come filled his mouth, and Kurt continued his movements as he swallowed around him. Blaine was panting and a bead of sweat left his face and dropped onto Kurt's, but it was the hottest thing ever.
That was until Blaine came to again.
Kurt had pulled away and lay down on the floor, smiling up at his boyfriend. He licked his lips suggestively and watched Blaine catch his breath, his dark eyes slowly coming into focus. It took a while, but Blaine came down with a smirk on his lips.
"Did you like my surprise?"
Blaine nodded, kicking his feet out of his pants. "I loved it. Now get your ass on the bed, Kurt."
….
The guitar guy started strumming. Thankfully he was a lot better than Blaine. Rachel looked out over the audience as they returned wary glances her way—most of them in groups, some couples out on dates. It would've been nice if she didn't dress as geeky as she dressed, but no. Her roommate sucked ass and let her leave like this.
Rachel cleared her throat as Santana stood at the microphone and played to the audience; apparently they were familiar with her.
"Tonight I have a first timer who has agreed to help me out tonight. This chick can sing your pants off," Santana winked and waved the girl over, "My roommate Rachel Berry!"
Darn it, Rachel thought, smiling shyly and stepping over. The lady on the drums gave a drumroll and the audience clapped politely. "Hello everyone," Rachel spoke bashfully, smiling when one guy shouted hello back a little too enthusiastically.
"We're gonna get straight to it tonight," Santana took a sip of water and nodded to the band. They began to play as a waitress dodged out with a group of drinks for the front table.
"I'll take the first verse, you get the second. And I swear if you mess this up—"
"I won't," Rachel whispered back, standing closely to her on microphone stand. Santana nodded and turned back to the audience.
I've been everywhere, man
Looking for someone
Someone who can please me
Love me all night long
I've been everywhere, man
Looking for you babe
Looking for you babe
Searching for you babe
Where have you been?
Cause I never see you out
Are you hiding from me, yeah?
Somewhere in the crowd
Rachel watched a few people applaud and walk over to the dance floor. Santana glared at her expectantly and the girl nodded, joining in shakily for the chorus.
Where have you been all my life, all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Santana grinned, looking back at the crowd and clapping. They were cheering and dancing, some even smiling at Rachel. She threw all reserve out the window and began her verse. She loved this song!
I've been everywhere, man
Looking for someone
Someone who can please me
Love me all night long
I've been everywhere, man
Looking for you babe
Looking for you babe
Searching for you babe
Where have you been?
Cause I never see you out
Are you hiding from me, yeah
Somewhere in the crowd?
People seemed shocked by the strength of the tiny girl's voice, but Santana smiled, dancing to the beat before joining in on the chorus.
Where have you been all my life, all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Okay. This was pretty amazing.
….
"You are fucking amazing," Blaine growled into Kurt's jaw, cupping his hand over Kurt's hardness. "Do you understand how fucking hot you make me, Kurt?"
"Don't stop, baby," Kurt rolled his hips into Blaine's tight grasp. The lace combined with Blaine's rough touch provided the amazing friction he'd been praying for.
"Don't stop what?" Blaine asked, biting hard on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt thrust up and moaned.
"Don't s-stop touching me like that, Blaine… so good…"
Blaine shook his head, squeezing tighter. "If I don't stop touching you, I won't be able to fuck you, and holy hell do I want to bend you over right now and fuck you, Kurt. I want the neighbors to hear you shouting my name. I'm going to make you come so hard you forget every other name but 'Blaine'."
"Blaineee," Kurt moaned when Blaine moved between his legs and sucked his cock over the bikini he wore. He could feel Blaine smirking against him.
"That's the spirit, babe."
He spent five minutes or so painting Kurt's long legs with dark hickeys, kissing over each one softly. Kurt was writhing against the bed in need, close to crying if he didn't get to come soon. Blaine's hot breath ghosted over his panties and Kurt involuntarily thrust up, groaning when he found nothing there.
Blaine crawled over him and reached into the drawer for the lube. He stared down at Kurt who was licking his lips, staring back with a lusty gaze.
"Get on your stomach."
….
"Please leave."
Whatever his name was turned over in bed and gave Sebastian a look. "What?"
"Go," Sebastian pulled the condom off carefully and threw it somewhere. "I have to be at work in the morning, and I'm sure you do too."
"Are you serious?"
Sebastian tiredly turned to face him. "Yes."
The boy sat up, wincing at the pain in his ass. "I just thought since we're both going to the photo shoot, we'd show up together." he frowned when his boss laughed.
"Yeah, no that's a horrible idea." He grabbed his phone and went to send a text. "But thank you for coming on such short notice… no pun intended sweetheart."
You let me waste my time with your ex. I'm not happy with u, Kurt. –Bas
"Well… I'll see you in the morning." The boy stepped into his clothes and wandered out the room.
"See you in the morning." Sebastian chimed, lying back down in bed. He looked around the room and found the remote, lazily flicking it on.
….
"God! There!"
Blaine held Kurt firmly by the hips, forcing himself deeper into the spot. He moved in and out with ease after stretching Kurt with his tongue and his fingers until the point that Kurt screamed at him to fuck him. How could he say no to that?
Kurt tried to muffle his moans in the pillow as Blaine pounded into him, but his boyfriend hated that idea. Blaine stopped his thrusts, pulling out of Kurt and dragging the boy away from them. "Don't do that, Kurt." He lined himself up again and groaned when he felt the tightness wrap around him again, the sound of slapping and the smell of sex heavy in the air.
Kurt cried out in pleasure, clutching everything around him as Blaine's cock met his prostate repeatedly. His hands found the ripped panties Blaine yanked off of him not that long ago. "Fuck me Blaine! Harder!"
Blaine gripped Kurt by the shoulders and buried himself deeper, exhaling as Kurt squirmed around him. He pulled back slowly and roughly snapped his hips forward, biting his lip when Kurt shouted his name.
"Blaine! Yes!"
Blaine repeated his action harder, grinding as hard into Kurt as he possible could. His boyfriend collapsed into the bed, whimpering in pleasure with only his ass remaining in the air. Blaine loved being balls deep; fucking Kurt so hard the boy's eyes had rolled back.
"Whose is it, baby?"
"Yours," Kurt cried, grinding his ass against Blaine as the boy pumped in and out of him. Blaine was drenched in sweat at this point—hands massaging Kurt's smooth shoulders as they fucked.
"All mine," he growled, watching his dick dig in and out of Kurt. "Tell me what you, baby? Faster?" he sped up his pace, connecting with that sweet bundle of nerves repeatedly. Kurt wanted to grab his cock but he couldn't move right now—everything felt so good he didn't know if he'd survive this. And then Blaine slowed down a bit, sliding in and out with closed eyes. He licked his lips, preparing his next statement.
"Or do you want it nice and slow like this?" Blaine moved in slowly, one of his hands spreading Kurt's cheek as the other stayed on his shoulder. He pressed far until Kurt shook and shouted again, pulling out and repeating his actions just as slowly.
Kurt lay there helplessly, moaning with every stroke of Blaine's. He arched his ass higher in the air and whined as Blaine moved in and out of him slowly. They both growled when Kurt shivered; clenching his ass around his boyfriend's cock, but the need to come overcame Kurt at once when Blaine buried himself as far as he could.
"Fuck me f-fast," he demanded, folding his arms underneath him. "Hard and fast."
Blaine opened his eyes and the only answer he gave was when he hoisted Kurt's ass in the air and quickly began to fuck him. Kurt shouted a bunch of random encouragement each time Blaine's balls slapped against his ass, and when he adjusted himself and hit his prostate even harder, Kurt sang his name.
"Is it good, baby?"
"Close," Kurt answered, not knowing what to do with himself. He tried to hold himself up on his hands, then tried just staying still and letting Blaine's cock fuck into him until he couldn't breathe, but his body only trembled non-stop. "Blaine! Blaine…. Close…"
Blaine laced his hand into Kurt's hair and thrust forwards two more times before they both spilled over—Blaine into the condom he almost forgot to put on, and Kurt all over his sheets. They both collapsed and Blaine put his hands in Kurt's breathing heavy on top of him.
"I love you so fucking much."
Kurt smiled as he tried to catch his own breath. He made mental note to thank Santana with a shitload of whatever it was she wanted. "Not as much as I love you, hun."
Blaine pulled out slowly, though he couldn't reach down and get the condom. Not until he was sure he wouldn't pass out. "I think I'm getting rid of all your old underwear. All of it."
Kurt bit his lip, smirking into the bed sheets. "You haven't even seen the red thong I'm wearing tomorrow night."
Blaine moaned and shook his head at the thought. "I hope you've got enough juice left for another couple rounds, babe."
….
Rachel skipped out of the club dramatically and threw her hands into the air of the cold winter night.
"That was amazing!" she shouted, flailing about and almost getting hit by a taxi. Santana pulled out her cell phone as she said goodbye to a few of the patrons. "You do that for a living? Oh my god. I didn't even know you could sing!"
Santana started walking off, typing a message into her phone. "Yupp. You did great, hobbit. A little more practice and your confidence will be through the roof."
Rachel nodded. "I gotta relearn that Amy Winehouse song you sang… it's been a while… but geez, tonight was so amazing."
"I don't work again until Thursday, but I'll let you tag along again." Santana pocketed her phone as they turned the corner. "Maybe one night you can do a set by yourself."
"I don't think so," Rachel laughed, shaking her head at that thought. "That's your crowd. They love you."
"And they love you too, despite me having to pay them off—"
"Hey!"
They both laughed and the Latina recanted. "I was kidding. But seriously, you have to do a few solos, otherwise how would you honestly know you're able to perform for those judges?"
Rachel nodded, stuffing her hands in her pocket. "True."
"We'll invite your brothers and Kurt… and Kurt's brother when he comes to see you, and maybe that annoying meerkat fuck that picked Kurt up this morning—"
"How do you know Finn's coming to see me?"
Santana looked at her obviously. "It's called eavesdropping, Berry. Keep up."
"Do not tell my brother! Or Kurt… he'll tell Blaine!"
Santana shrugged. "Agree to do a couple solo numbers and I'll keep quiet."
Rachel sighed. "Fine."
They entered the building, waving hello to the doorman before walking over to the elevator.
….
After another couple rounds where Kurt rode Blaine until they were both moaning each other's name, a quick nap to regroup, and Blaine making Kurt try on another pair of panties, both boys headed to the kitchen for a snack. Gotta keep the blood sugar at a decent level. They kissed seemingly non-stop before heading back to the rooms, Kurt discovering a sloppy note written on the back of a pizza menu taped to his door. Blaine went a collapsed onto his boyfriend's bed, waiting for the blue eyed boy to join him.
"Hmm," Kurt observed the words, "it's from Santana. Says she took Rachel to work with her and not to wait up."
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know why they'd think I'd do that in the first place."
Kurt smiled and crawled into bed next to his boyfriend. "I don't want to go work. I hate having to deal with Debra so early in the morning."
"Don't." Blaine pulled Kurt closer and hummed when the teen played with the wording of his tattoo. "Stay with me."
"I would if I could."
Blaine nodded. "Did you feed the cat?"
Kurt smiled. "Yes, babe."
"K."
They kissed quickly and snuggled into each other's warmth, slowly trying to drift off to sleep. The front door slammed shortly after and Blaine winced as Spanish words filled the apartment. Kurt smiled, shaking his head.
"She said 'dear gays, we're home.' I remember a bit from Mr. Schue's class."
Blaine stared at the ceiling and sighed. "Maybe having our own floor in a townhouse won't be so bad."
A/N: Song used is by Rihanna – Where Have You Been
Up next, Fashion Week, the return of Cooper, and a lil Daniella. Kurtbastian friendship and powerbottom!Blaine... maybeee
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