Title: Watching in the darkness.
Summary: Kurt Hummel had always felt a presence around him, ever since he was a little boy. Now after ten years of seeing a pair of beautiful eyes that swirled with every shade of brown watching him, and of questions building up inside him. He may just get his answer. But would he rather have stayed not knowing when he finds out the truth?
Fiction rating: M- Mature.
Chapter title: Physical
Chapter rating: M- Mature
Twitter: Unic0rn_H0bbit
"What color?" Rachel asked, pulling her animal sweater down.
"Kind of like a sea green," Kurt sigh dreamily as they stood outside Rachel's locker, "It's so perfect."
"Buy it then," Rachel commented, letting out a sigh and slamming her fist against her locker as it refused to give her access to her belongings.
"I can't, it's two hundred and eighty dollars," Kurt said, coming down from his high with a crash.
"Paying two hundred and eighty dollars for a scarf his ridiculous," Rachel snapped, trying her code again.
"You didn't see it," Kurt disagreed.
"Well, get Blaine to buy it for you or something. Finn always buys me stupid little things he'll think I like, it's cute but he could try buying something more useful...like a locker that works."
"Are you kidding? I can't ask Blaine to buy me it," Kurt shook his head.
"What can't you ask me to buy you?"
A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped around Kurt from behind and he jumped, his throat going dry.
"N..Nothing," He said, pulling himself out of Blaine's grasp before he could feel how gangly he was.
"A scarf," Rachel answered as Kurt lent against the locker beside her, trying to ignore the hurt expression on Blaine's face.
"No, I don't want it that badly," Kurt disagreed, looking at his boots.
"Ugh, this stupid locker, I swear of all the..."
"Let me," Blaine walked forward and bumped Rachel out of the way playfully with his hip.
Rachel huffed, folding her arms across her chest, "Good luck, the stupid thing much be glued...oh."
Blaine gave a grunt of effort and the locker clicked open, revealing lots of pink, fluffy pens, pencils and notebooks that made Kurt roll his eyes.
"Thank-you," Rachel beamed at Blaine, grabbing her books, "You're a life saver."
Blaine blushed and laughed, "No problem."
"I thought the guys were going out to play football?" Rachel commented, closing her locker again.
"They are, but I'd rather be with Kurt," Blaine smiled, grabbing Kurt's hand were he was still leaning against the lockers, looking at the floor.
"Aw, Kurt you're so lucky," Rachel sighed, "Anyway, I'd better get to writing my next piece."
"I don't think she hates you so much anymore," Kurt commented as she trounced away, looking up and giving Blaine's hand a squeeze.
"Uh-huh," Blaine agreed quietly, taking a step forward towards Kurt, "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."
"What do you mean? You see me all the time," Kurt protested, his breath quickening as Blaine stood ever-closer to him.
"I see glimpses of you, but you're always disappearing again to class or with the girls," Blaine explained, his feet either side of Kurt's and his chest only an inch away from Kurt's own which was rising and falling dramatically.
"I'm sorry I just...busy," Kurt muttered, Blaine joining their other hands together as well.
"I miss you," Blaine said softly, bringing one of Kurt's hands to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of his palm.
Kurt's heart did a dangerous swoop of guilt, "I'm sorry," He repeated.
"I've barley touched you in four days," Blaine continued in his soft tone, brushing the back of his palm with their still joined hands against Kurt's soft cheek, "Can I come over tonight?"
Kurt tensed up immediately, "I..I don't really feel like...it's not...I've got...homework, and I'm tired."
Blaine let out a sharp sigh and stepped away from Kurt, "Okay, no problem," His voice sounded false, "Come on we have Glee, and I want to get a seat next to you this time."
"Blaine were are we going?" Kurt giggled as Blaine tugged him along the empty school corridors, "We're meant to be in class."
"I know," Blaine shrugged, "But I have something a lot better in mind then math."
"What?" Kurt asked suspiciously, letting Blaine lead him by their joined hands.
"You'll see," Blaine said with an excited sparkle in his Autumn brown eyes.
Blaine pulled him into an empty french classroom and locked the door behind him while Kurt looked around the room for something that Blaine had put their or planned. He saw nothing.
"Blaine, what's going-mmmmm?," Kurt's eyes widened in surprise as Blaine's lips were smashed against his own, Blaine's hands gripping at his hips determinedly.
Blaine pushed Kurt backwards until his butt hit a desk, he pressed his hips against Kurt's so he was trapped while he shoved his tongue through Kurt's lips.
"Stop...Blaine," Kurt panicked, his voice muffled against Blaine's lips.
"Shh, shh, it's okay," Blaine cooed, pulling away for a brief second, "I've just missed you so much."
Blaine's lips were on Kurt's again, hard and needy. Blaine's hands slid over Kurt's hips, over his back as he moaned heavily into Kurt's mouth.
"No," Kurt cried, pushing Blaine away forcefully, his hands hard on Blaine's shoulders.
Blaine staggered backwards, his eyes wide, "Kurt..."
Kurt moved to sit up on the desk, wrapping his arms around himself, "M' sorry," He mumbled, "I just...I can't."
Blaine sighed a little, walking towards Kurt again, "I knew there was something going on," He said, "You won't let me touch you at all.
Kurt's bottom lip quivered, "I'm sorry."
Blaine took Kurt's chin in his hand and tilted it upwards so Kurt was forced to look at him, "What's going on baby?"
"N...Nothing," Kurt stuttered, forcing back tears.
"Then why can't I kiss my boyfriend?" Blaine asked gently, grabbing a chair and sitting on it the wrong way around, facing Kurt.
"I...I...," Kurt bit his lip, tears rolling down over his cheeks, "It's so stupid."
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine jumped to his feet again, tripping over the chair in the process and falling onto his knees with a thud, "Shit."
Kurt couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles, wiping the tears off his cheeks and sliding to the floor in front of Blaine, "You okay?"
Blaine nodded, his cheeks blazing, "I'm fine," He reached forward and cupped Kurt's face, "At least I made you smile."
Kurt smiled gentle, "You always make me smile."
"Come on baby, tell me what's wrong," Blaine hinted gently, "Have I done something?"
"What? No, no Blaine of course not," Kurt shook his head, "It's nothing to do with you...Well it is, but it's not..."
"Kurt, honey. Stop rambling," Blaine laughed lightly, "What's this about?"
"About me, and you...and Dylan," Kurt bit his lip, watching Blaine's eyes turned wide.
"What? Dylan, what has Dylan got to do with us?" Blaine sounded a little panicked and Kurt calmed him down with a sweet kiss.
"Nothing, well...Okay, so I was over his house and we were just hanging out. Then he went to get coffee and I saw these photos of you and him together and you were...kissing," Kurt winced the smallest amount, "And you just looked like such a fucking attractive couple."
Blaine paused for a second, "That's it?"
"N...no, I jogged him and he spit coffee down his shirt so he took it off and...holy crap," Kurt sounded a little breathless.
"So what? You find him more attractive them me?" Blaine asked, his eyes turning watery.
"What? No! No Blaine of course not, it's me. I...I don't have the same...the same body type as you or Dylan and I...I just don't want to be a disappointment to you if you're used to...to more muscled guys," Kurt babbled, his cheeks flaming red as he stared at the floor.
"Oh Kurt, oh sweetheart," Blaine sighed, squeezing Kurt's shoulder, "You silly little thing."
Kurt looked up, his eyebrows knotted together in frown.
"Honey you're beautiful," Blaine said firmly, "Not just because of want you look like, but because of your heart. I love your heart. And it wouldn't matter if you were a world famous body builder or not, you could never disappoint me."
Kurt bit his lip, "Are you sure?"
Blaine laughed lightly, settling himself so he was crossed legged and pulling Kurt onto his lap, "You're the most attractive person I've every laid eyes on."
"But Dylan..."
"Stop it, stop comparing yourself to him. I don't want you to be like him, why would I If things didn't work out between us?" Blaine asked as Kurt curled into his chest.
Kurt was quiet for a second, playing with Blaine's bow-tie absentmindedly, "Do you want to come over tonight?"
Blaine let out a long breath, "You have no idea."
Kurt was lounging around on the sofa waiting for his Chinese to arrive when Blaine walked through the arch way. Usually he stayed away from any type of junk-food, but it was only him in the house and he couldn't find the motivation to cook.
"Hey there," Blaine smiled, quickly easing into a place in Kurt's arms.
Kurt kissed the top of his head, "Hey."
"Finn's day at Pucks as turned into a sleepover, Carole and Burt are still at the car auction and are going to stay in a hotel," Blaine informed him "Carol will text you later."
Kurt paused and blinked at him, "Right."
"What?" Blaine asked, not seeing Kurt's reaction as he was facing the other way, but hearing it in his voice.
"Nothing, I'm just forget that you're...different sometimes," Kurt shrugged.
Blaine's face fell, "I don't," He sighed, moving around in Kurt's arms so that they were chest to chest, and face to face.
Kurt frowned, "I like that your different, makes me feel special too."
"You are special," Blaine smirked, "You're completely crazy."
Kurt's mouth opened a little in shock and he hit his boyfriend playfully, "But you love my crazy, what does that say about you?"
"Well maybe I'm crazy too," Blaine allowed , brushing his nose against Kurt's.
"Well it would make sense, we're crazy together," Kurt giggled, "Meant for each other right?"
"Right," Blaine agreed, his hands sliding up Kurt's waist.
"So um," Blaine asked after a second, "Is it okay if I kiss you?"
Kurt smiled, "I've been waiting for you to as soon as you entered the room," He told.
Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt softly and letting out a content sigh, his fingers tangling in Kurt's hair.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and pulled him closer, closing the last of the small gap between them until they were completely pressed together, kissing softly on the couch without a care in the world.
"I wanna do more," Kurt said between soft, lazy kisses.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, cupping Kurt's cheek.
"I want more...physically," Kurt explained, too caught up in Blaine's lips against his own to be embarrassed.
"Are you sure?" Blaine checked, "We don't have too."
"I want to," Kurt replied firmly, kissing Blaine a little harder, "As it really only been four days?"
"I know, it feels like forever," Blaine sighed, returning the force.
Kurt licked Blaine's bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently and enjoying the taste of Blaine and coffee on his tongue. Blaine groaned softly, his long black eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks like a curtain.
"Did you go to the Lima Bean without me?" Kurt asked, shifting a little and then pulling Blaine on top of him.
"What?" Blaine asked, grinning down at him.
"You taste like coffee," Kurt explained, returning the grin and untucking Blaine's shirt from his pants.
"Well aren't we the little detective?" Blaine smirked, leaning down and capturing Kurt's lips softly in his own.
Kurt giggled, letting Blaine's tongue enter his mouth without a second thought and letting his hands disappear under Blaine's shirt, feeling the hard and strong muscles of his back as Blaine held himself up by his arms. Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulders and gently rolled down onto the floor so they had more room, merely missing the coffee table.
"Can I?" Blaine asked, his hands moving over the bottom of the huge hoodie Kurt had changed into when he'd got home.
Kurt nodded in consent, helping Blaine get the large amount of light blue material up over his head.
"I love it when you're so dressed down," Blaine commented before joining his and Kurt's lips together again in a few short pecks, "I know you really trust me, and I feel like I'm seeing the real you," He smiled, "And of course you look breathtakingly beautiful."
Kurt smiled back, "You're the only person who get's to see me with my guard down."
Blaine hummed gently, letting Kurt remove his bow-tie and pulling his black and gray checked vest over his head. As soon as Kurt was left in his jeans and plain-black t-shirt he often wore under his outfits when it was cold, and Blaine was left in his own jeans and mango color shirt, Blaine rolled back top of Kurt and kissed him forcefully. Both boys groaned heavily, feeling the temperature in the room rising as their hands began rubbing and exploring each others bodies over the fabric of their clothes. Blaine's hands moved over Kurt's chest and sides while Kurt's traveled over his lower back, even daring to dip down and squeeze his ass which earn a low groan from Blaine.
Both boys were panting for breath, pulling away from each other for short intervals so they could replenish their bodies with oxygen before they were kissing again, hard and needy with way too much tongue and teeth, which along with the eager hands running over their bodies was causing them to soon have a very restricting feeling in their jeans.
"Holy hell," Blaine muttered, his hips rolling down of their own accord to find some much needed friction.
Kurt whimpered, his body twitching as Blaine's erection rocked heavily into his own. But he was determined for this not to just end up in another pair of ruined underwear and jeans.
He kissed Blaine's messily before letting his hands move down to Blaine's jeans and popping the button.
"Wait, Kurt are you sure...?"
Kurt shut Blaine up with another desperate kiss, undoing the zip and pressing his hand against the noticeable bulge.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine breathed out.
Kurt grinned, an odd feeling of triumph running through his body as he let his palm rub against Blaine's cock through the fabric, hearing Blaine's labored breath and moans in his ear. Blaine pressed hot, wet kisses all down Kurt's neck, at the same time letting his hands rest on Kurt's abdomen, slowly reaching towards the button of his jeans.
"Can I?" He asked, obviously unsure.
Kurt nodded, his breathing becoming even more labored in his excitement.
Blaine soon has Kurt's jeans open, he didn't just rub against Kurt's cock but reaching down into Kurt's jeans and cupped his cock through his underwear.
"Shit," Kurt hissed, pleasure tingling up his spine and his stomach twisting.
"Okay?" Blaine checked, his breathing labored and a bead of sweat running down his hair line.
Kurt nodded, "Oh my God, Blaine please..."
The doorbell rang and both boys froze, the only sound was their heavy breathing. Blaine finally removed his hand from Kurt's cock sighed, "That'll be your Chinese."
"Dammit!" Kurt huffed, removing his own hand and sitting back from Blaine.
Blaine laughed a little, scrambling to his teeth and zipping up his jeans, "I'll go," He offered, straightening his shirt a little, but he still looked a mess and the bulge in his jeans definitely hadn't gotten any smaller.
"Okay," Kurt agreed, "Wanna eat with me? Then we can um...go upstairs."
Blaine grinned, his eyes sparkling, "Best plan I've ever heard."
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