This was prompted by freakyfee91 and it literally said "The morning after – pretty self-explanatory" which made me "aww", which – by my own personal rules – meant that I had to write this out.
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Obviously, if you are reading this story, you are fully aware that it is Klaine and therefore a gay relationship. But I would like to stress that this chapter implies gay sex and sexual acts. If you don't think you are mature enough to handle that, then please do not read this because I don't want people complaining to me because it made them uncomfortable.
You have been warned.
Here's Chapter Fifty-Four: The Morning After
I woke up with a start, completely having no idea where I was. The bed was not my own, and, given the time of day I assumed it was, I expected to hear Finn blasting guys away on his Xbox, but it was eerily quiet.
As I let my surroundings sink in, however, I realized that I was in Blaine's room. More time passed in silence and then everything that had happened the night before came flooding back, putting a huge smile on my face.
Blaine, whose arms were wrapped around my naked torso, stirred. "Morning," he yawned, kissing my shoulder blade.
I shifted in his arms so we were facing each other. "Good morning to you, too." I kissed him lazily, in my mind contrasting the kiss with the more passionate ones we'd shared the night before.
"So about last night…" he started and I began to panic. Was it not as special for him as it was for me? Did I do something wrong? "It was the best night of my life," he finished and my smile widened. "Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?" I asked, trailing my fingers along the stubble on his chin that I so rarely got to see.
"Because I feel honored that you chose to share that with me."
"Wow," I laughed. "That was probably the most romanticized way of saying you took my virginity that I've ever heard."
"I don't understand you sometimes," he countered, sounding offended. "You say that I suck at romance, but when I try to be romantic, you laugh at me."
I pressed our foreheads together. "I'm sorry, baby," I apologized. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Well…" Blaine raised his eyebrows suggestively. He leaned in and kissed me roughly. After a few minutes, I remembered that I was completely naked under the covers, which suddenly made me unnaturally self-conscious. I pulled back and Blaine pouted. "Why'd you do that?" I shook my head, afraid that he would laugh at me if I told him what was bothering me. "Come on, tell me." I stayed silent. "I'll tickle you," he threatened, fingers itching towards me under the covers.
"Fine!" I surrendered, not wanting to be tickled – besides Blaine, it was my one weakness. "It's just that… well, we're naked," I said, my voice hardly even a whisper. It sounded stupid to say out loud, considering what we'd done the night before.
"Yeah, we are," Blaine agreed. "And I've never been more attracted to you." He wrapped himself around me as if he were trying to make us one person again.
"Pervert," I laughed, nestling my face in the crook of his neck.
"Nah. Teenage boy."
"Same thing," I mumbled against his skin.
He laughed, but then sobered and said, "But what's the problem with us being naked?"
"I don't know," I admitted, blushing. "I guess this is just a lot to take in at once."
"I know what you mean," he said, nodding. "This is all just so… it's unreal."
"Unreal," I agreed.
We lay there for what seemed like forever until Blaine said, "Do you want to go?"
"What?"
"It's just… you seemed so uncomfortable and I thought that maybe if you went home, it would make things easier for you." His lips trailed lazily from my temple to my jaw, eventually finding my own mouth. "And I need to make sure you're happy and comfortable, Kurt, before I can even think about myself."
"I just fell even more in love with you," I blurted, watching Blaine smile that squinty-eyed smile that I loved so much. "And no, I don't want to go anywhere. Ever."
"Ever ever?"
"Ever ever," I confirmed, laughing at his childlike attitude.
"I love you," he said and I realized that those words would never be the same again – that they'd carry a heavier (better) meaning.
My phone vibrated on Blaine's bedside table. I reached over him to retrieve it and hissed when a sharp pain went all the way up my back. "Well," I said brightly. "That's… unfortunate." I'd known it would hurt, but I wasn't expecting it to be as bad as it was.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, suddenly worried.
"Blaine…" I started, but was cut off by lips on mine. He kissed me hard, almost desperately.
"Sorry," he said against my tingling lips. He started kissing my jaw, neck, shoulders, and chest – all gently and followed by a feather-soft "sorry".
"Blaine," I repeated, drawing his face up to mine. I took in his beautiful features – eyes shining, lips slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, hair curling wildly over his head, chest heaving in time with his erratic heartbeat – before continuing. "I'm sure there will be plenty for you to apologize for in the future, but don't you ever, ever apologize for that, you hear me?" Blaine nodded and I rolled onto my back, the most comfortable position. After a few minutes, Blaine climbed on top of me, pressing our naked bodies together.
Just as we were really getting into our make-out session, my phone buzzed, reminding me that I had an unread text message. "Can you hand me my phone?" I asked, my voice a little breathless because Blaine's lips on my neck just felt so damn good.
"No," he muttered.
"Blaine… it could be important."
"Ugh…" He rolled off of me and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Taking it, I punched in my access code (Blaine's birthday, if you wanted to know) and looked at the sender.
"Why is Carole texting me?" I wondered aloud. I wasn't too worried that something was wrong with my dad because she would have called me.
Right?
I opened the message.
Kurt, she's written, your dad and I are coming home early. So if you had Blaine over, I suggest getting him out of the house
I smiled a bit at that. Carole always had been a bit more lenient when it came to Blaine and Rachel being in mine and Finn's rooms. But the smile vanished when I realized that they would be home soon and I was almost two hours away.
Actually, I replied, coming up with an excuse, Blaine and some of the other guys from the play went out so I spent the night at Tina's. Just so you're not worried if I'm not there when you get back
Oh, okay. No problem sweetie
I assumed she knew that I wasn't at Tina's, but was happy she didn't comment on it. I didn't think I was up to explaining myself.
I sent off another text – this one to Tina.
Hey, if my dad or Carole calls, tell them I stayed at your house – Kurt
She texted back immediately with:
And if my parents ask, I'm at your house – Tina
TMI, sweetie – Kurt
You too lol – Tina
Touche – Kurt
I tossed my phone into the chair in the corner of Blaine's room, determined not to touch it again, possibly forever. I wormed my way into Blaine's arms, resting my head on his warm chest. "So… I'm yours all day."
"How'd you manage that one?"
"Told Carole I was at Tina's. Don't think she exactly believed me, but she didn't say anything, so I guess that meant she was okay with it."
Blaine kissed the top of my head and it hit me of just how disgusting I must have looked. I definitely needed a shower – but I didn't want to leave Blaine, so that stuck me between the proverbial rock and hard place. Unless… "What do you want to do all day, then?"
"Well…" I hedged, testing the waters. "Right now, I'm in desperate need of a shower."
Blaine dropped his arms, presumably to let me get up. "You know where the bathroom is," he said, sounding kind of sad.
I stood, no longer self-conscious. "Blaine," I said pointedly.
"What?" he asked, staring at me. "Aren't you going to take a shower?"
"Not alone," I said, hoping he got my meaning.
"Huh?" Then it dawned on him. "Oh. Oh." And he was off the bed in seconds.
"You're so slow," I laughed, kissing his cheek. "But I love you, so I guess I'll keep you around."
How was that? I kind of liked it, but I'm not sure.
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