Summary: Rachel's older brother Blaine pays a visit to the loft and shit happens. Based on this gifset: sararye tumblr com post 81014786946
Word Count: 2,554
Kurt's lying on his bed, reading a book – well, he's mostly just pretending to read it. Rachel had left him and her older brother Blaine alone in the loft, and, well, Kurt is trying to do everything he can to stay busy, because the two of them have never been alone together for an hour, let alone eight. There's a noise to his right, but Kurt doesn't pay it any mind, busy as he is trying to focus on anything but Blaine's whereabouts. Honestly, he's half hoping that Blaine will come find him. In the little bits of time alone they've managed to find over the past few years have been rather… delightful. Having an occasional, secret, make out buddy in high school was the only thing keeping him going sometimes. Not that Rachel knew anything about it, but if he was being honest with himself, Kurt missed that time spent with Blaine.
The floorboard next to him creaks, causing him to look up. Blaine's standing there, leaning down suddenly and grabbing the book out of Kurt's hands. He sets it aside and then promptly leans down to kiss him, pushing his head back against the pillow with the force of it.
Kurt breathes in through his nose sharply before returning the kiss, immediately moving his hands to tug Blaine onto the bed.
They kiss like this for a while, deep kisses mixed with smaller ones and hands run through each other's hair. As it escalates, Blaine moves to straddle Kurt, pulling his right leg over Kurt's body before deepening the kiss once more. He tentatively lowers his hips, which quickly results in Kurt grabbing his ass and pulling him closer, rutting against him.
"Blaine," Kurt gasps, "Blaine?"
"What?" Blaine asks, moving to mouth down Kurt's neck while waiting for a response.
"I can't- can we- less clothes?" he breathes out nervously. They've never really done less clothes.
Blaine freezes for moment before springing back into action. "Yes, yes, definitely Kurt," he says, pulling back to tug at Kurt's shirt. He reaches for Kurt's pants, tugging them down along with Kurt's boxers, staring as more of his lithe body comes into sight.
When he tries to go back to kissing him, Blaine's met with resistance. "What?" he gasps, trying to keep the disappointed look off his face, while simultaneously forcing his hips not to move.
"You have too many clothes on," Kurt whines in response, tugging at Blaine's shirt.
Blaine's clothes are off in even less time, despite the moment of panic Blaine had when he thought he'd gotten stuck in his shirt.
"Now?" Blaine asks, trying not to let any self-consciousness sneak in as he stares down at Kurt's well-toned muscle and his gorgeous cock.
Kurt surges up in response, pulling Blaine down with him. "Just like- this?" he says, thrusting up against Blaine, both of them gasping as they brushed against one another.
"Here, let me- do you have lube?" Blaine grits out. Kurt reaches into a drawer, pulling a tube out a moment later and dabbing some onto Blaine's hand.
Blaine kisses him in thanks before reaching between their bodies and wrapping his hand as best he can around both their lengths, forcing them closer together.
After a few minutes, Kurt feels his orgasm building. He lets out a low whine before coming all over Blaine's hand, and his own stomach and chest. Moments later Blaine falls over the edge as well, "missed you so much, Kurt," Blaine grits out, right before coming.
They lay there in silence, trying to rein their breathing under control. Once it has returned back to normal, Kurt finally laughs, "Well we've never done thatbefore."
He hears Blaine chuckle beside him. "We certainly haven't."
"So much time wasted," Kurt says, staring up at the ceiling, still a little dazed.
"I bet we could sneak a round two in before Rachel gets back," Blaine replies, rolling over to put an arm around Kurt. He groans and retracts it quickly. "We're both a mess."
Rolling his eyes, Kurt swings his legs off the bed. "I'll grab a wash cloth. I don't think we have time for more than a brief nap though, Rachel should be back in less than an hour and I really don't want to risk it."
Kurt hears Blaine's disgruntled sigh as he walks across the room, peaking around the curtain just in case Rachel's back early. "It'd so be worth it."
Kurt laughs as he walks back in. "You say that now…"
Blaine pulls on a pair of Kurt's boxers and his undershirt before creeping out of his room at 11, leaving him fast asleep, to go sleep on the couch where Rachel expects him to be when she gets home. Except when he closes the curtain behind him, he finds Rachel on the couch.
"Oh, uh, hey Rach," he says, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously. "When'd you get home? Aren't you supposed to be getting out of rehearsal right now?"
Rachel raises an eyebrow at him. "There was a tech disaster so we were all let go early." She stands up, "I came home to hang out with my brother," she says, poking him in the chest. "Only when I came home, I couldn't find him, and his phone was right on the counter. I heard some laughter from my roommates room though, so I went to see if the two of them were watching a movie or something. Want to know what I found instead?"
Blaine shifts uncomfortably. "Um. That you had walked into the wrong apartment?"
"The two of you were making out. And based on your outfit," she continues, looking him up and down. "It didn't stop there. Thank god I decided to go try out the coffee shop down the street for a while. But you know what? We're done talking about this right now because I have a morning rehearsal and I'm not letting your secrets pull focus. I just hope the two of you know what you're doing," she finishes, giving Blaine one final glare before storming off to her section of the apartment.
Sighing, Blaine falls onto the couch. Well that went better than he would have expected.
"So I think Rachel saw us last night," Blaine says casually when he finishes doing the dishes.
"What? What do you mean 'Rachel saw us'?!" Kurt exclaims, whirling around and stopping his trek to his room.
"Relax," Blaine laughs at the panicked look on Kurt's face. "She's like 4 feet tall, what is she going to do to us?"
"She is going to skin me alive!"
"I don't know about you, but I'd say it'd be worth it," Blaine says, pushing his chair in.
"Easy for you to say! You won't be the one with no skin!"
"Look, if she tries to kill one of us, it's going to be me. I am her older brother after all. I just meant that," he looks down at the table before meeting Kurt's eyes again. "Well, she didn't flip out when she saw us."
"Yeah!" Kurt throws his hands in the air. "She was probably too shocked to say anything and is going to spend her entire morning rehearsal plotting to kill one or both of us."
Blaine steps forward, grabbing Kurt's hand and resisting the urge to just pull him close and repeat last night. "Look, Kurt, she was a little freaked out and angry, but it was aimed at me. I'm sure she'll have calmed down by the time she gets back from rehearsal." Taking a step closer, he decides to just go for it, "so what do you say we go back to your room and I can help you… relax a little," he winks.
"Blaine," Kurt lets out, a fond smile spreading across his face. "We're not- what about Rachel?" He reminds sternly as Blaine drags one of his hands up his bare chest.
"I won't tell her we had sex again if you don't," Blaine grins, finally giving in and pulling Kurt's hips flush against his.
Kurt freezes. "Wait, she knows we had sex?"
"She- well. She assumes we did. She kind of… caught me sneaking out of your room dressed like this an hour or two after she had first walked in on us so she basically has all the evidence she needs."
"She is going to kill me," Kurt frets, pulling away so he can pace. "And then she's going to want to know what my intentions are and what if she asks how long this has been going on?" Kurt exclaims, stopping as he turns to face Blaine.
"Weeeell," Blaine says, taking a step closer, because seriously Kurt needs to either put a shirt on or let him touch. He's somehow gotten even hotter since the last time, and it's just not helping Blaine to take the situation as seriously as Kurt seems to believe it warrants. "What if we-" Blaine quickly changes tack as Kurt gives him a pointed look. "We'll talk to her about it together, and I promise I'll protect you if she decides to try and kill you. Which she won't. She knows I'm pretty much biologically required to forgive her if she yells at me. Plus, you two live together."
Suddenly Kurt bursts out laughing. "I can't believe that she caught us now. I snuck off to make out with you so many times in high school and we do it oncehere and she knows."
Blaine smiles, "I'm not sure if that's a reflection on her observation skills or our sneaking around skills. We should practice our 'doing it' skills just to make sure those haven't changed," he adds licking his lips.
"Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt huffs. "You have quite the one track mind this morning don't you?"
"I think you would too if you stopped long enough to realize that we have the apartment to ourselves for another two hours and I have to go back to Boston tomorrow morning." He pauses a foot away from Kurt, looking him up and down again before looking down at himself. "Maybe I should take my shirt off too to even the playing field here," he suggests with a raised eyebrow while toying with the bottom of his undershirt.
Kurt gives him a withering look for a moment before fisting his hand in Blaine's shirt, pulling him forward. "I can help you with that in my room," he says before pressing a hard kiss to his lips.
"See," Blaine grins, as Kurt tugs him off to his room. "All we need is something to take our minds off Rachel."
"Rule 1," Kurt says, pushing Blaine lightly onto the bed, before straddling him. "No mentioning Rachel."
"What's rule number two?" Blaine asks, hips bucking up in an attempt to get some friction.
"I hadn't really thought that far ahead. I'm taking your clothes off now though."
"Blaine? Kurt? You two better still be here because we clearly need to have a conversation," Rachel calls out.
"Shit," Kurt whispers, grabbing his blankets to pull them over his head, subsequently pulling most of them off Blaine.
"Hey!" Blaine shouts indignantly, trying to tug them back.
"Are you two seriously in there together right now?" Rachel asks, voice coming from near the curtain. "I'm coming in there and you better be dressed!"
There's a shriek and a thud as Blaine falls off the bed in his hurry to find some damn clothes, seeing as how Kurt is refusing to share any of the blankets. "Just- one second Rach."
He hears an annoyed groan, but ignores it as he scrambles into his underwear and pants from the other night and throws his undershirt back on before tossing Kurt's clothes at him.
"I'm not here," he hears Kurt grumble with they hit him.
"Seriously Kurt?" he says, throwing a pair of socks at where his head should be for good measure.
"You better come out here right now," Rachel yells from the living room, "Or I'm going in there whether you're dressed or not!"
"I'm dressed," Blaine says, stepping out into the living room. He raises his voice a little, looking back over his shoulder, "Kurt is pretending he's part of the bed."
"The blankets need me," Kurt calls back. "And you said you'd have this talk with her."
"I said we would," Blaine responds, rolling his eyes. "Just, come talk Kurt, Rachel hasn't killed me yet so it won't be that bad."
They hear a loud sigh flowed by two feet hitting the ground. "Fine. Give me five minutes."
"So little sister," Blaine says, flopping down on the couch and resting his head against the arm nearest to her. "What can we do for you?"
"You can explain to me why the two of you suddenly fell into bed yesterday and then again today. I thought Kurt was over his stupid crush on you."
"Kurt had a crush on me?" Blaine asks at the same time that an indignant shout comes from across the apartment.
"Hey! That is none of your business!" There's a pause, and then Kurt makes his way into the living room, dressed in the jeans Blaine had thrown at him and a clean shirt.
"You had a crush on me?" Blaine asks, sitting up to address Kurt now.
Kurt rolls his eyes. "Of course I did you idiot. How did you even know about that, Rachel?"
Rachel scoffs. "Please. I think anyone who saw you near him could have guessed. You would get so moony eyed around him. And don't think I didn't notice how you would wake up and make breakfast after sleepovers whenever he was home."
"Whatever," Kurt says, a blush high on his cheeks.
Blaine moves his feet so Kurt can sit down, putting his feet on Kurt's lap before saying, "In case you didn't know, I've kind of always had a thing for you."
Kurt smiles at him, rubbing his feet gently before returning his attention to Rachel. "Look Rachel, I'm sorry that we didn't tell you anything, but what were we going to do, send you a text to say 'Boning your brother! Girl talk later? Xoxo," Kurt asks. He only barely manages to keep from taking it back because of the horrified look on Rachel's face.
"Please never send me a text like that," she says. "I just don't understand," she proceeds to complain. "You dated Adam for months Kurt and you never slept with him. But suddenly my brother comes to visit and you guys are all over each other?"
Blaine shoots Kurt a questioning look, wondering if it's okay to tell Rachel about their past encounters. "Listen, Rachel, it wasn't like that. We've…" Blaine sits up, turning to face Rachel fully. "We hooked up a few-"
"Twelve," Kurt mutters.
"Times back in Ohio. So it wasn't entirely-"
"You've been having sex behind my back for years?!" Rachel shouts, leaping up in an outrage. "And neither of you told me?"
"We weren't having sex," Kurt says, glaring at Blaine for making Rachel think they had. "It was just some making out that we didn't tell you about because we weren't sure how you'd react, and it wasn't as though we were secretly dating or anything so…"
"And now?"