Holy Mary, mother of God, guys.
This next episode is definitely going to kill us. I tell you, it's a great time to be a Klainer. Our boys are beautiful, aren't they? Just uunnnnnfffffff. Both of them. I can't wait.
I really look forward to hating Sebastian. I am most definitely NOT a multishipper and I am über protective of Kurt and Blaine as a couple and my OTP. And while I wish Kurt would whip out those Sai swords and carve K&B on Sebastian's chest Zorro style, I will instead settle, quite happily, might I add, for seeing Kurt and Blaine finally take that next step in their relationship. Since I will most likely die once the episode ends, just know that you are all loved.
Your reviews are beautiful and wonderful and I love them so very much. Thank you all, and please keep them coming! :D And many more thanks to Chazzam for her amazing Tumblr fic rec and kind words which made me tear up. Just a little. I don't deserve it, I swear.
Oh yeah, definitely smut this chapter.
Glee? Not mine.
Chapter 26
"-so I am probably going to be arriving back to the school around sixish or so. And I was kind of wondering...I mean, would it be okay...that is, if you don't mind-"
Wes interrupted Kurt's halting voice. "Are you asking me to make myself scarce in our room tonight so you can get your freak on with Blainey?"
Kurt winced, knowing that Wes had that shit eating grin on his face without even seeing him. He grasped his cell phone a little tighter and sighed. "Yeah. I would definitely like some alone time for Blaine when I get back."
Wes laughed, knowing Kurt's face just had to be on fire right now. "It's cool, it's cool. I can go to David and Blaine's room and David and I can do other things than think of our roommates making out in another room."
Kurt cleared his throat embarrassedly. "Right. Well, I guess I will see you at curfew, then?"
Wes snickered and said, "Unless there's a tie still hanging on the door knob or something."
Kurt made a face and said, "Eww, no, Wes! Why would I do that? I am not announcing this to everyone, a tie on the door means, well everybody knows what that means! I mean, I might as well just put a neon sign on the door or something at that point. And we aren't having sex!"
Wes gave a little cough and said, "Hey, you know what? I don't care what you do, so long as you keep it off my bed. Anything else, that's between you and Blaine and you don't have to tell me anything. I may prefer not to know. It's cool, Kurt. You and I respect each other and it's cool. Thanks for giving me a heads up and I'll see you at curfew, yeah?"
Kurt breathed a little easier. "Thanks, Wes. You may be the most awesome roommate in the history of roommates."
Wes grinned delightedly. "Really? I always thought so, but it's nice to have it confirmed by someone else." He laughed when Kurt made a noise that sounded like a snort. "And since I am so awesome, does that mean you remembered to make cookies to bring back?"
Kurt smiled and shook his head. Maybe there was some truth to the way to a man's heart being through his stomach. "Yup. On the cooling rack now."
"Awesome. Cookies will buy you a blind eye to future sexy times, if you catch my drift," Wes said mischievously.
Kurt pretended to gasp in shock. "Are you saying you can be bought off, Mr. Student Prefect? Because I have a great recipe for cheesecake, as well as-"
Wes groaned and said, "I am gonna end up gaining fifty pounds by the end of the year, I just know it."
Kurt giggled and said, "Well, you could always do yoga with me, you know. Work it off and all."
"Oh, sure, easy for you to say. Besides, you have a boyfriend to help get your heart rate up and ummmm...'work it off' with," Wes said sarcastically.
"Don't go there. Besides, I rarely ever eat the things I make, Wes. It would go straight to my ass and I refuse to have that happen," Kurt said airily.
"Like that would be a bad thing. More cushion for the pushin' and all that, right?" Wes said, cracking up when he heard Kurt make a strangled noise on the other end.
"Oh, my God, Wes. In the best interest of our friendship I am going to pretend you never said that. And on that note I am going to hang up and go get my stuff ready. See you later," a flustered Kurt hung up before Wes could say anything else.
Kurt carried Pavarotti's cage downstairs to the kitchen, whistling to the little bird. He set the cage on the counter and poured fresh seed and water into the feeding compartments. He continued chatting at the canary while packing up the cookies he had made that morning. He had baked an extra large batch this time since Finn had been disappointed he wouldn't be getting any, so he made sure to make enough to be able to leave some and have some extra for his friends at school.
Kurt smiled as Finn himself wandered into the kitchen, followed by Puck, both yawning despite the late hour of day. There had been a houseful of boys last night with Mike, Artie and Sam joining them, and they had all sat around playing video games and eating junk food. Kurt had let himself indulge in some popcorn once he had been able to talk Finn out of drowning it in an entire stick of melted butter. His newly acquired gaming skills had surprised them all, and for probably the first time, Kurt had felt like he was a part of this group of boys. It ended up being just Puck that stayed the night, and he and Finn had stayed up playing long after Kurt had excused himself to moisturize and call Blaine before going to bed. Kurt flushed a little, remembering how grateful he had been for Finn and Puck being otherwise occupied when his innocent goodnight call turned into another session of phone sex with Blaine that had left him sweaty and trembling. This time it had been Blaine to initiate it, his voice dropping to a low and sexy tone as he whispered commands to Kurt over the phone about how to touch himself, then telling Kurt exactly how it made him hard to hear him. Kurt was pretty sure if he hadn't hidden his face in his pillow when he came, everybody in the house would have heard him.
That would have been awkward to explain to his father for sure.
Kurt put a large container of cookies in front of Finn and smiled as his brother's face lit up. Finn quickly opened it and grabbed a cookie out, stuffing half of it into his mouth in one bite. He smacked Puck's hand as he reached for one.
"Ow! Dude, what the fuck?" yelped Puck, shaking his hand.
"Hands off my cookies, Puckerman. See if Kurt made enough for you to have one, but these babies are mine," Finn said, protectively carrying the container with him to the refrigerator while he got himself a glass of milk. He sat back down and grabbed another cookie, dunking it in the milk. He eyed it hungrily, saying, "Get in my belly," in his best Fat Bastard imitation.
"Kurt, did you see that? He fuckin' hit me and won't share the goods. You don't happen to have enough for the Puckmeister to have a few, do you?" Puck said aggrievedly. His eyes lit up as Kurt placed a plate of cookies in front of him with a wink and a flourish. Puck stuck his tongue out at Finn, giving him the finger as he got his own glass of milk.
The two boys ate hungrily, watching as Kurt packed up more cookies to take to school. Puck eyed the scarf around Kurt's neck as he took a huge gulp of milk. "So did you manage to make it through the weekend without Burt seeing that hickey you're hiding?" he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Finn stopped in mid-chew, looking at Kurt with a confused look as he slammed a container on the counter top.
"What the hell is it with you and Santana, anyway? Do you guys have some sort of sixth sense that tells you these things?" Kurt asked, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
Puck gave Kurt a superior smirk. "Princess, even you don't wear scarves three days in a row without good reason."
Finn frowned at Kurt as comprehension hit him. "Wait a minute, Kurt. Blaine gave you a hickey? Do I need to kick his ass or something?"
"What? No! No, of course not! Why would you even ask that, Finn?" Kurt squawked indignantly. He narrowed his eyes at Finn in an icy glare, crossing his arms. "I am not a girl, Finn. I don't need you protecting my virtue."
Puck cackled delightedly. "So you let Blaine tap that ass, Princess? I always figured you'd-"
Kurt raised his eyes heavenward and cut Puck off with a snarl. "Not another word, Noah, if you know what's good for you. No, I haven't let Blaine 'tap that ass,' not that it is any of your business." He shook his head at both boys, who were looking at him in astonishment. "I refuse to believe that neither one of you has ever had a hickey before. In fact, I know better." He smirked triumphantly as Puck and Finn both looked down at the table. "So is it such a big deal for me to have one? Would you be shocked to know I gave Blaine one first?"
Puck recovered from his shock first. He shot an amused glance at Finn, who was looking at Kurt like he had suddenly sprouted another head or something. "Wow. I didn't know you had it in you, Princess." Puck held a fist out to Kurt, who gave him a dubious look before bumping it with his own.
Finn frowned slightly at Kurt. "I know you aren't a girl, Kurt, but you're my brother and I still worry about you. I won't kick Blaine's ass since you don't want me to, but you guys better be sure to use protection and all that, because-"
"Oh, gee, look at the time," Kurt said almost desperately, wanting to end this awkward conversation before it got any more humiliating. "I have a ton of things to do before I leave to go back to school. You guys enjoy those cookies. Keep out of the rest of them, though. I mean that, Finn." He hurried towards the stairs and then turned back to look at Puck and Finn with a slightly pleading look. "And guys, don't say anything to my Dad, okay? I don't want him worried. Or giving me another sex talk."
When they both promised to not say anything, Kurt scurried to his room. He fell on his bed with a huge sigh, wondering when life got so freaking crazy. He finished folding the clean clothes (and sheets) he had washed and got his car packed. When Burt and Carol got home, he sat in the kitchen with them, chatting and just being together for the time remaining until he went back to Dalton. When it came time for him to leave, Kurt hugged his Dad tightly.
"You be careful on the road, kiddo. Let me know when you get there, okay? And it was real nice having you home. I love you, and I miss you, son," Burt said gruffly as he returned Kurt's hug with equal tightness.
Carol hugged Kurt just as tightly, brushing his hair gently back from his forehead to kiss him. "I love you, too, Kurt. It's not the same without you. Say hello to Blaine and the other boys for us, alright?"
Kurt smiled and said he would do so. He got himself arranged in his car, plugged in his iPod, and sent Blaine a text.
I'm on my way back. Meet me in my room when I get there? -K
Absolutely. Send me a text. -B
Blaine paced back and forth in his dorm room. He kept checking the time, alternating between disappointment and disgust when mere minutes had passed every time he looked. Kurt was coming back! He was coming back and Wes had already informed Blaine that he was giving them time to be together alone before curfew. Blaine felt nervous anticipation in the pit of his stomach. After having phone sex the last two nights, he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his hands off of Kurt. Combining that with Kurt's sexy pictures on Facebook and Blaine watching 4 Minutes over and over, his hormones were in an absolute uproar. He was half hard now, just thinking about the noises Kurt made over the phone when he was touching himself and telling him how it felt. Blaine reached down to adjust himself in his jeans and moaned. He closed his eyes, picturing Kurt's perfect lips and tongue in his mind, stained cherry red as they were wrapped around a popsicle. He just knew they would taste incredible, sweet coldness that he would warm with his own lips and tongue. His hand tightened its grip on his hardness, starting to move of its own volition as Blaine thought about Kurt, how he looked in a cheer uniform, how he looked with his cheeks hollowed around something so phallic, eyes wide and bright. Unable to contain himself any longer, Blaine locked himself in the bathroom. Quickly divesting himself of his jeans and briefs, he stroked himself harder and faster, panting in quick breaths.
"Uhhhhh, Kurt, nnnggghhhhhh, Kurt..." Blaine bit his lip to keep from shouting as he came over his hand in warm spurts. Legs shaking slightly, Blaine sat on the closed toilet lid to catch his breath. When he felt like he could move again, he quickly cleaned up after himself and got redressed. Well, maybe that bit of relief would keep him from jumping on Kurt the very first thing when he got back. Blaine checked the time again and sighed. Had time ever moved so slow before? Resolutely, Blaine grabbed his book and sat on his bed, determined to distract himself until Kurt texted him. He reclined on his pillow, a little sad that the Kurt smell had faded considerably. Since he had cuddled with it all weekend, it now smelled more like him again. Blaine decided to take it with him to Kurt's room and trade it for one of Kurt's pillows. That way they each had a pillow that smelled like the other. The thought made Blaine smile as he opened his book.
Kurt parked in his spot and quickly grabbed his bags, the bag of cookies and Pavoratti's cage. He locked his car and practically ran into the dorm. When he got to his room, he looked around quickly, pleased to see that Wes had been true to his word and vacated the room. He placed Pavi in a secure place on his desk, lifting the cover to make sure the bird had traveled well. Smiling at the sleeping bird, he replaced the cover. He put the cookies on Wes' desk and quickly unpacked his bag. He put away his clean clothes and pulled out the vanilla scented candles he had brought from home. He was grateful for the sun going down at an early hour this time of year, because as badly as he wanted to explore Blaine further, he wasn't sure if he could do it in broad light just yet. Candlelight would make it where they could see, but not in full on lighting, and it would add a touch of sensuality. Kurt wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, both nervous and excited. He quickly texted his dad to let him know he had made it okay. Then, taking an anxious breath, he texted Blaine.
I'm waiting for you...xoxo -K
Blaine jumped when his phone went off, looking frantically for where he had thrown it. Finally locating it, he quickly opened the text message from Kurt. His heart beat quickened when he read text message Kurt sent. He quickly ran out his door, locking it behind him and dashing down the hallway to Kurt's room. He knocked a little hesitantly, not seeing any light coming from below the door. The door opened slightly and Blaine walked in slowly, looking around in amazement. There was music playing softly. Kurt had lit candles, the soft light giving the room a gentle glow, and the vanilla smell sweet in the air. Blaine heard the door close behind him and he whipped around. There stood Kurt, smiling shyly at him, a pink rose in his hand. Blaine felt a small whimper leave his throat as he rushed forward, capturing Kurt's lips in a hungry, bruising kiss. The two boys wrapped their arms around each other tightly, desperately, feeling each and every minute they had been apart. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hips, sure his fingers were digging in painfully but neither of them caring. Kurt tangled his hands into the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck and tugged on them, relishing the growling moan Blaine released into his mouth.
They stumbled towards Kurt's bed, falling onto it in a heap of limbs, their lips not separating for even the shortest moment. Kurt was on his back with Blaine on top of him. His hands traveled down to Blaine's waist, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. He tugged on it, whining in his throat to try to convey to Blaine what he wanted. Blaine leaned up, trembling slightly, eyes glowing in the candlelight.
"Kurt?" he questioned softly, both of them panting.
Kurt tugged at the shirt again. "Off," he said in a low and sultry tone that didn't sound like himself to his own ears.
When Blaine sat up to remove his shirt, Kurt moved to help him. Kurt's eyes widened and he took in a sharp breath as he gazed upon Blaine's bare chest for the first time. Blaine's shoulders were broad, his chest defined and covered with a light dusting of hair. His flat stomach was toned and muscular with a line of dark hair below his navel that disappeared into the waistline of the jeans Blaine wore. Wonderingly, Kurt put his hands on Blaine's chest, feeling the heavy thud of Blaine's heart and the texture of hair covering the warm skin. He rubbed his hands downward, hearing Blaine's breathing hitch as he rubbed over the slightly darker nipples. Kurt smiled slightly, feeling them pebble up and harden under his gentle touch. His exploring hands rubbed lower, brushing down Blaine's ribs lightly before moving to his belly. Kurt felt Blaine's stomach muscles tighten under his hands as they passed over his navel, one finger dipping teasingly in before circling it gently. Kurt then traced one finger down the enticing trail of hair, teasing Blaine by running a single finger lightly between the denim and his briefs.
Blaine sat as still as he could while Kurt explored him. He was certain his heart was going to beat out of his chest, his eyes closing when Kurt's hands teased him so deliciously. He was so hard he actually hurt. When he felt Kurt's finger dip below his jeans, he thought he might lose his mind. Opening his eyes, he looked down at Kurt. Kurt's blue eyes were dark but still sparkled in the candlelight. His kiss swollen lips were parted in a wondering smile. Normally Blaine would be more than happy to just look upon Kurt and his gorgeousness, but tonight he needed more. He pulled gently at Kurt's own shirt.
"You, too," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound too desperate as he pushed Kurt's shirt up to expose a tantalizing patch of pale skin.
Kurt smiled and pushed Blaine gently off him so that he was lying on his side next to him. Kurt unbuttoned his shirt at a maddeningly slow pace, chuckling lightly when Blaine's impatient hands reached up to help push the shirt off of his shoulders. Blaine's eyes devoured the sight of Kurt before him, his chest pale but perfect. Kurt was compact and toned, no doubt from cheerleading and dancing. His chest hair was more sparse than Blaine's and looked like it was softer. Dusky nipples peeked at him and his tummy was flat and firm.
Kurt pushed Blaine back and covered him, both of them gasping and shuddering as they felt their bare skin come into contact for the first time. Kurt nibbled on Blaine's lips and sucked gently on his bottom lip. Moving downward, he kissed Blaine's chin, biting it teasingly before nipping at Blaine's neck. Taking a deep breath, Kurt moved himself down a little lower, kissing across Blaine's shoulder before licking a path down his chest. Blaine gasped as he felt Kurt's warm tongue pass teasingly over one of his nipples, circling it before laving it and blowing cool air on it. Kurt moved over to the other nipple and did the same, enjoying hearing the gasps and moans it created. He moved even lower, biting at the tight skin of Blaine's belly teasingly and licking his belly button.
Blaine was in ecstasy, gently tossing his head back and forth and moaning with each sensation Kurt was creating with his delicious mouth. It felt like he was drowning in heat and lust. He felt Kurt's hands at his waistline again and heard Kurt ask him something. Forcing himself to focus, he raised himself up on one elbow and looked at Kurt.
Kurt managed not to giggle nervously when he realized that Blaine hadn't heard him. Blaine was looking at him now, pupils dilated and lips parted. Kurt repeated his question.
"Blaine? Can I...is it alright for me to undo your jeans?"
Not trusting his voice, Blaine simply nodded. He breathed a small sigh of relief as the pressure on his cock eased with the opening of the zipper. He lay back again and when he felt Kurt's hand on his hard on, he couldn't hold back a loud moan. He opened his mouth to receive Kurt's questing tongue as Kurt moved to capture his lips again.
Kurt moved his tongue in a circular motion in Blaine's mouth then thrust it in and out suggestively. He leaned back and put a hand on Blaine's cheek, waiting for him to open his eyes and look at him. When Blaine finally opened his eyes, Kurt whispered, "I want to taste you, Blaine. Can I? Is it okay?"
Blaine's eyes widened as he realized what Kurt meant. Swallowing nervously, he nodded and lay back, eyes bright with anticipation and nervousness. When he felt Kurt tug on his jeans and briefs, he lifted his hips slightly to help with lowering them. His breath caught as he felt the air hit his cock, knowing he was exposed to Kurt's eyes.
Kurt took in the sight of Blaine, so different yet so similar to himself. The trail of hair from his belly trailed down to where his cock rose hard and proud from a nest of dark curls. Blaine's scent here was slightly musky, making Kurt's mouth water slightly. He ran trembling fingers gently up Blaine's cock from base to tip, smiling as Blaine jerked slightly and moaned low in his chest. Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine, relishing the satiny smoothness of the skin. Wetting his lips nervously and trying to remember all Santana had said, Kurt took a deep breath and lowered his head.
Blaine jerked when he felt Kurt lick at the tip of his cock. He groaned as he felt Kurt circle his tongue around the head teasingly, tonguing at the tip. His head fell further back on the pillow as he felt moist heat surround the head.
Kurt noted the slightly bitter taste as he teased Blaine. He felt his confidence grow with Blaine's vocal approval. Opening his mouth wider and sticking his tongue out a bit, he slid his mouth further down, taking in more of Blaine's cock. Slowly, he started moving his head in a slow up and down motion, trying to take Blaine in further each time.
Blaine managed to lean up on one elbow, watching Kurt work him with lust hazed eyes. He had never seen anything hotter in his life than Kurt's perfect mouth on his dick, lips shiny with spit and reddened from the friction. His eyes crossed and he wanted to thrust his hips when Kurt moved just right and Blaine felt his cock hit the back of his throat.
"Holy fuck, Kurt," he groaned, toes curling in pleasure, every nerve ending in his body concentrated on his crotch. When Kurt hummed in agreement, the vibrations on his cock shot straight up his spine and Blaine moaned again. His hands moved of their own volition to rest on Kurt's head, grasping at his hair. Kurt's hands gently removed Blaine's hands from his head, holding them tightly in his own as he continued to slide his mouth up and down Blaine's cock. He raised slightly to lick at the head again, then ran his tongue lightly down the full length before licking back up again. Taking the head back in his mouth, Kurt lightly ran his teeth down the shaft this time, feeling Blaine's muscles contract as he gave a loud gasping moan.
Blaine tossed his head back and forth in ecstasy, feeling the telltale build roiling through his balls and lower belly. He licked at his suddenly dry lips, wanting to let Kurt know.
"Kurt, Kurt, I'm about to...I'm gonna-" Blaine's voice cracked slightly as he desperately tried to form a coherent sentence. Kurt understood what Blaine was trying to communicate and moved back up to Blaine's mouth. He kissed Blaine hungrily, feeling the vibrations of Blaine's moans as he tasted the slight essence of himself. Kurt's hand staying on Blaine, stroking him firmly until he felt the jerking of Blaine's cock and the warmth over his own hand, signaling his release. Blaine shuddered then relaxed, gasping for air. Pleasure washed over him and he hummed in approval as Kurt's tongue licked some of the sweat off his neck. Opening his eyes, he moaned again as he saw Kurt tentitavely lick one of his come covered fingers.
"Jesus, Kurt, that's fucking hot," he managed to say.
Kurt smiled at him impishly and teasingly licked all his fingers clean, causing another moan from Blaine. Santana had been right, the taste was different but not terrible. Kurt decided that next time he would try swallowing. He kissed Blaine sensuously, licking into Blaine's mouth and letting him taste himself, both of them shivering at the eroticism of it. While his tongue plundered Blaine's mouth, Kurt reached down to stroke himself through his pants, quickly finding his own release, his moans vibrating into Blaine's accepting mouth. He fell onto the pillow and lay next to Blaine, both of them catching their breath as their heart rates slowed.
Blaine felt a lazy smile on his lips, sure he had the silly afterglow look people always talked about. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Kurt in the soft candlelight. Kurt's eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed and his lips were shiny and darker than normal. Blaine reached out a hand and cupped Kurt's face gently, smiling wider when Kurt opened his eyes to look into his own.
Kurt smiled back a little tentatively. "So, it was okay then?"
"Kurt, that was, just wow. I can't even form a real sentence right now. It was incredible," Blaine said softly, tingles still shooting down his spine. He ran his thumb gently over Kurt's bottom lip before leaning over to kiss him. "I don't even know what to say. I didn't expect that, but holy shit, Kurt."
Kurt looked pleased now, understanding how he had affected his boyfriend. He quickly excused himself to the bathroom with a tshirt and sweats, thankful for his decision to wear older jeans. Once he was cleaned up and changed, he went back to the room. He saw that Blaine had righted his clothing and sighed a little wistfully at losing the view of Blaine's bare chest. Climbing back up into the bed next to Blaine, he snuggled up to his back and wrapped an arm around his waist, granting Blaine's unspoken request to be the little spoon. He pressed a kiss to the still damp curls at Blaine's nape.
"I missed you," Kurt whispered softly.
"I missed you, too. Welcome back," whispered Blaine in answer, snuggling back into Kurt and sighing contentedly.
TBC
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