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: Interruptions
Chapter rating: M- Mature
Twitter: Unic0rn_H0bbit
Warning: Strong language, very brief dirty-talk, and a rather annoying interruption
Now Dylan had left the whole atmosphere had become a lot calmer. Blaine had curled up into Kurt's side while the two snuggled up on the couch to watch TV...Well, Kurt was watching TV, and Blaine was watching Kurt.
Blaine had no idea what was on the screen in front of them. All he knew is that he could see the light from the screen flickering in Kurt's shinning blue eyes and that Kurt's tongue kept darting out to lick his lips, leaving them dark, wet and glistening.
All he could think about was what Dylan had said. Kurt was completely open to anyone of Blaine's race, of course he wanted to seal the deal but...he didn't want to freak Kurt out. And human's couldn't tell anyway so it seemed pointless when Dylan wasn't there. But now...
"I need to talk to you," Blaine announced.
Kurt turned to look at him, a concerned frown on his face, "O...Okay, what's going on?"
"It's not...Okay, so um..." Blaine bit his lip, "I don't really know how to start this."
Kurt's eyebrows shot up on his forehead, "Blaine, you're freaking me out," He laughed nervously.
"It's okay," Blaine reassure him, "It's just an...idea, you know what? Never mind."
"No, Blaine talk to me," Kurt disagreed, "Please?"
"Okay, but you can't freak out okay?" Blaine said seriously.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Sweetheart, when have I ever freaked out?"
"Kurt, I'm serious. This might seem a little weird to you," Blaine gulped.
"I promise I won't freak out," Kurt told him, moving to sit slightly sideways so he could look at Blaine properly, the TV long forgotten.
"I haven't really told you much about where I'm from, but we have little traditions and things as well," Blaine said, fidgeting nervously with his hands that were placed on his lap.
Kurt nodded a little, placing his hands over Blaine's, "That's cool, I'm happy to do anything you want to do. I don't want you to forgot where you came from, and there's more then just me in this relationship," Kurt nudging Blaine's shoulder lightly.
"But you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Blaine added seriously.
Kurt nodded, "Deal. We can talk about whatever you want, whenever you want."
"Ugh, I love you," Blaine sighed, removing his hands from out under Kurt's and joining their hands together instead, "You just seem to take everything in your stride."
Kurt shrugged, "What's the point of freaking out? It doesn't solve anything."
"I'm always so scared that I'm going to do something or say something that's going to make you run away, but you always surprise me," Blaine admitted.
"I'm tougher then I look you know," Kurt stated, raising an eyebrow at Blaine.
"Oh I know that, you're the strongest person I know. But I just love you so much, the worst scenarios always run through my head about what would happen if I ever said anything wrong," Blaine frowned.
"You need to have more faith in me," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand.
"I have every faith in you, I just need more in myself," Blaine corrected him.
Kurt sighed lightly and looked up into Blaine's eyes, "We're going to make the distance you know, nothing's going to be strong enough to break us apart."
Blaine smiled, "I know. We're stuck with each other."
Kurt giggled lightly, glancing back at the TV screen and then back to Blaine.
"So...do you think Rachel will be back anytime soon?" Blaine asked, pretending to watch the TV.
"No, she'll probably end up staying at Carrie's if I know her like I think I do," Kurt replied, his hand inching up Blaine's thigh.
"So no interruptions?" Blaine smirked.
"Nope," Kurt popped the 'P' as he spoke.
Blaine and Kurt grinned at each other knowingly.
"You ready for round two yet?" Blaine asked, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.
Kurt's grin grew, "I think I could manage that," He agreed, moving up onto his knees on the couch so he could tower over Blaine and capture his lips, his fingers curling themselves into Blaine's air and letting out a hum.
Blaine let out a low groan, letting his hands sneak up under Kurt's shirt and run over his abdomen.
"God, I will never get bored of kissing you," Blaine breathed, pulling his lips away from Kurt's and burring his face into Kurt's warm neck, breathing deeply and letting his hands climb higher.
"My lips aren't anything special," Kurt replied, letting out a groan when Blaine's fingers flicked over his left nipple.
"Yes they are, their pink and full and smooth," Blaine smiled softly, his head still buried in Kurt's shoulder.
"As are most," Kurt stated, running a hand down Blaine's neck tenderly.
"Hmm, but you taste so good," Blaine hummed appreciatively, "And ever said I could only kiss your lips."
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.
"I said I'd never get bored of kissing you," Blaine explained, "Which means your lips," He pressed a peck to Kurt's lips, "And cheeks," He kissed each of Kurt's rosy cheeks in turn, "Your dimples," He kisses the sweet indents either side of Kurt's mouth that appeared when he gave a true and happy smile, "And your neck," he hummed, dragging his lips down over Kurt's chin and started sucking lightly at the skin.
Kurt gasped, "Blaine."
"Your chest," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's neck, running his hand up over Kurt's shirt, "And arms," He let his hand take the path of Kurt's sleeves, "Your legs," His hands moved to rest lightly on Kurt's thighs, "And...Your cock," Blaine finished, his voice ending in a whisper of a whining breath against Kurt's' ear.
"Fuck, Blaine."
"I'll kiss all around your head, and down your shaft, letting my teeth graze a little against the skin before pulling you into my mouth," Blaine groaned, his tongue traveling up Kurt's neck, "I'll make you feel so good Kurt, so worshiped. My beautiful, perfect boyfriend."
"Blaine," Kurt whined, his finger tangled and pulling in Blaine's dark locks, "Do it, please."
Blaine hummed against the wet skin of Kurt's neck, "You're going to cum so hard baby."
"God you're amazing," Kurt smiled softly, pressing his forehead to Blaine's, "I love you so much."
"You're only saying that because you want me to suck you off," Blaine chuckled, starting to undo Kurt's pants.
"Well it's obvious I'm only using you for sex," Kurt played along, running his hand affectionately through Blaine's hair.
Blaine sighed at the feeling of Kurt's hand working over his scalp, "It's a good job I'm good in bed then isn't it?"
"What makes you think that's the case?" Kurt teased, his nails scraping lightly down Blaine's neck.
Blaine shivered, "Cause you keep coming back for more, Baby."
Kurt giggled lightly, "That I do," He smiled, "And we have all night, so this can last long into the hours of the morning."
Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Kurt, it's like half seven, I know my stamina's good but..."
"I'm less worried about your stamina, and more about your recovery rate," Kurt blushed.
"Is that so?" Blaine grinned, "We'll just have to see about that."
"Hmm, I'll just make lots of sandwiches to keep our strength up," Kurt grinned back and blushed even deeper at the words that left his mouth.
Blaine winked at Kurt before crashing their mouths together, his hands fumbling around at Kurt's open pants before slipping inside, cupping Kurt's cock through his underwear and feeling the half-hard weight twitch between his fingers.
"Fuck," Kurt gasped, "Oh my God, Blaine."
"You feel so good," Blaine hummed against Kurt's lips, moving his hand more determinedly in the limited space.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," Kurt whimpered, throwing his head back as Blaine's lips latched determinedly onto Kurt's collar bone.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
They both jumped at the sound of someone knocking at the door.
"Ignore it," Blaine mumbled, sucking furiously at the pale skin in his mouth.
"What if it's Rachel?" Kurt asked, trying to wiggle out of Blaine's grasp.
"It's not, she took a key," Blaine stated.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Kurt?"
Kurt sighed loudly, "It's Owen," he recognized the voice calling his name.
"You have to be kidding me," Blaine groaned, glancing at the door, "He'll leave soon, just ignore it."
"K...Kurt?" The voice called again.
Kurt bit his lip, "I have to answer it," he said, reaching down and pulling Blaine's hand from his pants.
"No, no you don't," Blaine disagreed, "Believe me, if he was in this position he would understand."
Kurt glared, "I'm answering it," he said firmly, hopping to his feet and sorting out his hair.
Blaine groaned, falling back against the sofa, "He's going to pay for what he just interrupted."
Kurt glared again, "Don't you dare," He huffed, running his finger over the mark Blaine had made on his neck.
Blaine smirked, "You might want to do up your pants," he suggested as Kurt moved towards the door.
Kurt blushed scarlet, zipping up his pants and pulling his shirt down a little before he threw a glance at Blaine and opened the door.
Owen threw himself through the door-frame and wrapped his arms around Kurt.
"Oh my..." Kurt gasped in surprise, "Are you okay?"
"Jasper called me," Owen replied, his voice a little muffled in Kurt's shoulder.
"O..Oh," Kurt patted Owen's shoulder, "What happened?"
"He wants to get back together," Owen explained, "And I still love him, and I don't know what to do."
"Would he make you happy?" Kurt asked once he had recovered from the shock, "That's the most important question."
"I...I don't know, I thought I was over him and really liked you and now he's just turned up out of nowhere," Owen babbled, "I just don't know if I can trust him again."
Kurt pulled Owen further into the room, "Does he deserve a second chance? He hurt you pretty bad."
"I...I know," Owen mumbled, "He looked so sorry, he cried Kurt. He never cries."
"Well maybe he really is sorry then," Kurt said softly, "Why don't you try being friends first? Just don't leave him waiting forever like I did with you."
"I still like you," Owen said, his cheeks flushing against Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt smiled softly, "But you love Jasper."
Owen nodded, lifting his head. His cheeks were still red and his eyes looked a little like he had been previously crying. He looked behind Kurt and shock crossed his face.
"Oh...Hi," He said, watching Blaine who sat on the couch looking uncomfortable.
"Hey," Blaine replied, sounding a little awkward.
"Um, Owen this is Blaine," Kurt explained, bracing himself for Owen's reaction.
Owen's jaw dropped for a second and he studied Blaine, as though he was trying to determine if Blaine was worth all the trouble Kurt went through.
"He's back?"
Kurt nodded, "Yeah.
"Since when?" Owen asked, glaring at Blaine who raised an eyebrow in response.
"Yesterday," Kurt informed him, watching the reaction between his boyfriend and friend.
"Do you want me to kick him out?" Owen offered.
"No! No, I...We're together," Kurt explained, walking towards Blaine and sitting beside him. Blaine took his hand and smiled tenderly.
Owen's eyebrows shot up high on his face, "Why?"
"Because I love him, and he makes me happy," Kurt said simply.
Owen blinked a few time, looking at Blaine, "If you hurt him again, I'll..."
"He won't," Kurt interrupted, "You don't need to get all protective of me, even if it is really sweet."
Owen bit his lip, "Maybe I should forgive Jasper too, if you can forgive him," he gestured to Blaine.
"He cheated on you," Kurt reminded him, "It's two completely different situations."
"But it was so long ago, and he looked so sorry. So vulnerable. I've never seen him like that," Owen's voice was quiet.
"Just talk to him, Owen. That's all you can do. Spend some time with him and it'll help you work out how you really feel," Kurt suggested.
"Why do you know the right answer to everything?" Owen asked, giving Kurt a fond smile.
Kurt shrugged.
"I'm gonna go and call him," Owen said, backing towards the door, "Thank-you so much Kurt, and um...nice to meet you Blaine, I guess."
The door closed softly behind him.
"I guess?" Blaine repeated, sounding outraged, "What did I ever do to him?"
Kurt shrugged again, "He's just being protective."
"Everyone's protective over you."
"I have good friends," Kurt agreed.
"They keep interrupting me," Blaine sighed, running his hand over Kurt's cheek.
"From doing what?" Kurt asked.
"Being with you," Blaine complained, "But, at least now I have one less person who won't steal you way from me."
"I'm not going anywhere."