Take All Of Me
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Side characters: Cooper Anderson,Quinn Fabray, Sam Evans, Dr. Marley Rose, Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Thad, mentions of Nick Duval, mentions of Jeff Sterling
Original characters: Brianna Taylor (nurse), Dr. Warren (doctor), Eva (physical therapist), Yvonne & Jackson Anderson (Blaine's parents)
Pairings: Klaine
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: M
Summary: 28-year old Blaine Anderson, a former US army soldier, is recovering from physical and mental trauma at Burke Rehabilitation Hospital where he meets Kurt Hummel, his angel in human form.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters! I also apologize for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue. Also, there are two minor character deaths in this story. It's not Klaine, I promise, but I wanted to warn you nonetheless.
Thanks for all your continuous love on this story, even though my update schedule is so messed up at the moment. I can't thank you enough.
This chapter is extremely fluffy and sweet, you might have to pay for an extra dentist appointment after reading.
Without further ado, enjoy chapter 8!
Chapter 8 – "You're The Only Thing That I Think I Got Right."
"Hi, Blaine!" Kurt breathed out, moving into the room slowly, closing the door behind him, keeping his eyes on the man in the wheelchair.
Blaine was definitely screwed. He wasn't sure if he could keep his hands to himself with Kurt looking like that. The dark blue button-up hugged Kurt's tiny stomach in such a delicious way, all Blaine wanted to do was run his hands over the fabric and feel Kurt's muscles tighten in anticipation.
Okay, he seriously needed to quit thinking these thoughts or else he would have another problem to deal with. Blaine also desperately needed to say something, but how did words work again?
"Blaine?"
Hearing his name come from his crush's lips snapped the ex-soldier right back into reality. He shook his head, cleared his throat and rolled up to Kurt, staring up at him.
"Pardon my extremely inappropriate behaviour. Hi, Kurt. You look absolutely dashing." Hesitatingly, Blaine took Kurt's hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss on the palm, before releasing it again, suddenly shy under Kurt's intense glance.
"Well, thank you, Blaine," Kurt giggled and Blaine filed away the sound to play it over and over again in his mind when he was alone. It must be his new favourite sound in the whole wide world.
"Shall we go?" Blaine tried, reaching for Kurt's hand again, although he wasn't sure how they would move and hold hands at the same time.
"Not before I'm doing this…" and Kurt leaned down, carefully placing his butt on Blaine's left leg, wiggling slightly. Before Blaine could even prepare for something, anything, Kurt took his breath away by pushing their lips together. Squeaking in surprise, Blaine pressed back enthusiastically as soon as his mind wrapped around the idea of kissing Kurt.
After a glorious minute of lazy kisses and wandering fingers, Kurt pulled back. With a whine, Blaine pouted and tried to follow his crush's lips. The action was answered in chuckles.
"Come on, lover boy. We have a date to attend to."
"I can't help it, gosh, your lips look delicious."
"Stop quoting creepy songs and woo me, Anderson."
"I am a perfect gentleman, Kurt Hummel."
"I know you are."
Laughing, the two young men exited Blaine's room. The curly-haired man locked his door with the key and handed it over to Quinn for safe keeping.
"I don't trust myself with keys, will you hold on to them for me?"
"Ofcourse, Blaine! Have fun, you two!" and Quinn skipped off with a wink, while the phone in her pocket kept blasting an annoying ringtone.
"She's grown up so much since high school," Kurt remarked and looked at his friend walking around the corner.
"Yeah?"
"She got knocked up sophomore year. She was dating my step brother at the time, but she got drunk and had sex with Puck, my step brother's best friend."
"Oh, wow."
"Yeah, and then she pretended my step brother got her pregnant even though they didn't have sex."
"He did buy that? How?"
"In the beginning he did. She had made up a story about them spending time in a hot tub where my step brother… orgasmed and the semen swam into Quinn's body."
"Huh…" Blaine mumbled and then started giggling so loud that for a moment he was actually scared he was gonna choke. Kurt stopped walking, releasing Blaine's wheelchair he was pushing and put both his hands on Blaine's shoulder to ground him.
"Steady on, Blaine. Keep breathing… That's it…"
"I'm back, I'm back," Blaine struggled, his breath still high in his throat, but he could manage to talk, which calmed Kurt down enough to start pushing him again into the direction of Burke's exit.
"Yeah, we could all laugh about it the year after. But it was pretty messed up, especially when Finn, my step brother, did find out."
"I can imagine."
During their conversation, they had reached the front area of Burke's, where the receptionist answered general phone calls, where several patients were waiting for family members, where the entrance to the main cafetaria was located.
Kurt moved them outside, where the cold autumn air cut around them, immediately cooling down Blaine's ears. He pushed his scarf up and wrapped it around his ears, pouting when he heard Kurt laughing behind him.
"Stop making fun of me," Blaine whined, while pushing his hands into gloves, wiggling his fingers to warm them up.
"I'm not! You're looking particularly cute like that."
Blaine's cheeks coloured a nice shade of red, but he swore to himself it was because of the cold…
Kurt quickly walked towards the coffee shop close to Burke's, while Blaine wiggled his one, unbroken leg up and down. Sitting down like that seriously cooled down his body and especially his leg, which was only covered by the fabric of the pants he was wearing.
"We're almost there," Kurt whispered in his ear, his voice almost carried away by the wind, but Blaine caught the words just loud enough for him to hear, shivering because of Kurt's warm breath tickling his ear.
Kurt pushed him up the hill and stopped in front of the coffee shop, which held the simple name of "White Plains Coffee" and put Blaine's wheelchair on their brakes, not wanting him to roll backwards.
"Wait here for just a second, okay?" Not waiting for an answer, Kurt moved inside, leaving Blaine outside, his leg bouncing up and down in nerves and anticipation.
Not even a minute later, Kurt came outside again, wearing a beautiful, wide grin on his face. "They're ready for us, let's go!"
"Ready for what?" Blaine asked confusedly, while he stuck out his left foot to hold the door open as Kurt pushed him through.
"Do you honestly think we would just get coffee for our first date? I arranged for a little something…"
"Kurt..." Blaine's breath caught in his throat as Kurt rolled him towards a secluded spot inside the coffee shop, around a little corner, so they were out of sight from the rest of the customers and even the counter. The table was set with a big, white candle in the middle, already burning and leaving a nice, subtle scent in the air. One chair was pulled backwards and the spot opposite held no chair, so Blaine could manoeuvre his wheelchair across from Kurt.
"It looks absolutely amazing. You didn't have to do this."
"Don't even mention it. It was fairly easy to put together. One of the baristas has seen me in "Dear Evan Hansen" and she thought I was the best, so when I told her who I was, she was quick to cooperate."
"Still, thank you so much," Blaine spoke softly, sliding his hand through Kurt's as soon as they were both seated. "It's been a long time since I've felt this special."
"Well, you deserve to be pampered, especially after everything you've gone through."
Blaine's head fell as Kurt spoke out those words. Was this only because Kurt felt sorry for him? The Broadway performer didn't even know the whole story yet, but it felt to Blaine like Kurt was only treating him with kindness to thank him for his service.
"Blaine? Why do you look like I've kicked your puppy?"
"I… Answer me honestly, Kurt. Did you do this because you feel sorry for me? Because you think I need special treatment because of my unfortunate accident?"
"Oh, Blaine…" Kurt's hand around Blaine's tightened in response as the brunette shook his head feverishly. "No, that's not what I meant. I… think you're awesome and I want to spoil you. Please, believe me. I'm not only doing this for you, though. I want to get to know you better, beyond being Blaine with a missing body part or Blaine the ex-soldier. I wanna know Blaine Anderson, the amazing singer, Blaine Anderson, the selfless, sexy man in front of me."
Tears threatened to fall from the corners of Blaine's eyes as he heard Kurt's mini-speech. He was completely blown away by the man in front of him. How was he even real?
"I… I'm sorry I questioned your motives. God, you surprised me with something amazing and here I am being ungrateful."
"Hey…" Kurt's grip on Blaine's hand only got tighter, to the point Blaine couldn't do much else than to stare into Kurt's sparkling eyes. "None of that. I get it. You don't want pity, you've mentioned that before. I'm not here to give you pity. I'm here to give you the most amazing first date you've ever been on."
Blaine couldn't help but to grin at that, so he did, hurting his cheeks in the process. "Okay, let's do this first date right!"
Blaine was sure Kurt immediately responded to the sentence he had uttered just moments before when he threw a wink into Blaine's direction, making him feel weak in the still one working knee he had.
"So, what can I get you? No date without some form of drinks and food, right?" Kurt asked, nibbling on his lower lip, which didn't help slowing down Blaine's erratic beating heart.
"Um…" He mumbled, finding his voice again after several seconds of silence. "A drip coffee for me."
Kurt's eyebrows furrowed together, while running his thumb over the back of Blaine's hand. "You don't need to choose the cheapest option, you know. Like I said, I want to spoil you."
Blaine shrugged as he placed his hand flat on the table, smiling slightly as he stared at their intertwined hands. "I know. I just like dripped coffee."
"Okay, one drip coffee for you."
"What about food?"
"Just trust me on that," Kurt spoke as he stood up, sending another wink towards Blaine, who could only smile back goofishly.
Blaine watched Kurt move around the corner, back to the counter to order their drinks and he sighed, looking at Kurt's ass longingly probably a few seconds too long.
It had really been a very long time since he had been intimate with someone. He missed hand holding, kissing, cuddling, wandering hands, but also the less innocent stuff like hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming and anal sex. It sounded crass in his mind, but it was the truth.
He wanted all those things with Kurt, but he had no idea how. He was still coming to terms with the fact he was going to be physically disabled for the rest of his life. How would intimacy fit into such a life?
The only thing Blaine knew was he wanted some form of sex with Kurt very soon. The thought of that made him blush all the way to the tips of his ears.
Ofcourse, just as Blaine was fanning his face with his hands to cool down, Kurt decided to come back empty handed, looking at Blaine amusedly, his eyebrows raised in question. "Are you okay? Why are you blushing?"
That question only made Blaine's cheeks redden more and he had no idea how to save himself from an embarrassing situation. Kurt must have sensed his panic, because before Blaine could even start calming himself down, Kurt was already by his side, clasping both hands around Blaine's and kneeling awkwardly next to his wheelchair.
"Hey… Look at me. Don't be embarrassed. What were you thinking about?"
"I'm not sure if that's even appropriate to talk about on a first date…" Blaine mumbled, desperately wanting to put his hands in front of his face like a five year old.
"Hey, we've already shared our first kiss before our first date, we cuddled before our first date, we flirted through messages… I think we've done enough stuff ahead of time… So will you please be honest with me? Please?"
"If you put those eyes away, I will," Blaine joked, already affected by the way Kurt was staring right into his soul.
"Yay!" Kurt clapped his hands together and jumped up, sitting down opposite of Blaine. "Our coffees will be here shortly. Now… share your honesty."
Blaine shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe how compatible Kurt was for Blaine. He desperately wished Kurt would be in his life for a very long time. It was a scary thought to think about on the first date, but Blaine had always worn his heart on his sleeve. The situation with Kurt was nothing different.
"Um… I was just thinking… Oh, this is so awkward, please don't hate me…"
"I could never hate you, Blaine."
Blaine released his breath he didn't know he was holding and cleared his throat, scratching his stump, which was itching and thumping like crazy. "I… miss intimacy."
"That's not weird," Kurt said quickly, immediately reaching over to grab Blaine's hand again, squeezing lovingly. "I can totally relate to that."
"You?" Blaine asked surprisedly.
How could Kurt miss intimacy? He lived in New York City, he works in theatre, so he must be around lots of other gay guys and he was extremely good looking, so Blaine couldn't imagine Kurt not having guys fall at his feet at every possible moment.
Kurt laughed as he brought Blaine's hand to his lips, kissing him the same way Blaine had done at the start of their date. "I haven't been intimate with someone in a very long time. I'm very picky about men."
Blaine gasped, suddenly feeling emotional Kurt had chosen him. He couldn't help but to squeeze his eyes close, a few tears rolling over his cheeks, while his stump was seriously bugging him, twitching and thumping underneath his flat hand pressed down onto it.
"Are you crying?"
"I'm really happy you've chosen me," Blaine answered simply, shrugging, while catching his tears with his free hand, wiping it off on the napkin on the table.
"You are special, Blaine Anderson, I can't help but to be attracted to you."
"Thank you so much," Blaine murmured and looked up as he heard footsteps reaching their table. It was a tiny barista, wearing a bright smile on her face, while she balanced two cups in her hands.
"One dripped coffee for Blaine…" She started and put the big cup of coffee in front of Blaine, who nodded at her in thanks.
"And one mocha for my favourite Broadway performer," she giggled as she placed the other cup in front of Kurt, who pushed a few bank notes into her hands, then dismissing her kindly.
"How do you deal with giggly fans like her?" Blaine wondered out loud.
"Oh, I love them, they are the reason I get up on that stage 5 times a week."
"Have you ever been seriously stalked or something?" The ex-soldier asked worriedly, while he blew into the hot beverage in front of him, wishing for it to cool down so he could drink.
"I'm not nearly famous enough for that, thankfully."
"Thank goodness," Blaine mumbled as he drew random patterns on the inside of Kurt's hand, who giggled underneath the touch. "I love your laugh."
Kurt ducked his head down and looked at Blaine through his eyelashes innocently, blinking once, twice… "Thank you. I was always really self-conscious about my smile and laugh, but I've learned to live with it while watching myself back a lot when I studied at NYADA."
"You went to the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts?" Blaine exclaimed, wonder present in his voice. "Wow… That's amazing."
"Yeah, well… Thanks. Me and my roommate, Rachel, who is also on Broadway. She plays Elphaba in Wicked."
"Your lives must be so exciting," Blaine replied, staring at Kurt fascinated.
"I'm pretty happy with my life, the only thing I miss is love…" Kurt said bashfully, smiling softly, while staring right back into Blaine's eyes, making his heart stutter.
"Love…" Blaine echoed, still holding Kurt's intense gaze as Kurt suddenly stood up from the table, the legs of his chair scraping the floor loudly and moving towards Blaine and pressing their lips together.
"Sorry," Kurt breathed out as they pulled away after a minute. "You are irresistible."
"The feeling's completely mutual," Blaine whispered back, his elbow on the table, chin hooked in his hand, while he continued staring at Kurt. "I can't believe you want to kiss me."
"Better get used to it, Anderson."
"I will…"
They were yet again disturbed by the same barista, now carrying an etagere filled with all sorts of fingerfood. She placed it in between them on the table and rushed away with the promise of bringing small plates and cutlery.
In thirty seconds, she was back, placing everything on the table neatly and wishing them a good meal.
"Alone at last," Kurt whispered as soon as the barista was out of their sight, winking at Blaine and gestured towards the etagere. "I didn't know what you like and don't like, so I guessed."
"It looks so good, Kurt," Blaine said, eyes big and staring at all the food, not knowing where to start.
"Just follow my lead, Blaine," and Kurt pulled some small sandwiches from the middle plate of the etagere, putting them on his plate. Blaine copied and within seconds, he had his first bite-sized sandwich in his mouth, moaning around it.
"It is delicious."
He noticed Kurt's eyes darken very, very slightly and was pleased to know Kurt was affected by the seducing. He decided to test out that theory some more…
He grabbed a baby carrot and wrapped his tongue around it, eyes never leaving Kurt's. He saw Kurt's sharp intake of breath as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, softly biting into it, slowly driving Kurt insane.
"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, warningly. "You have to stop that, or otherwise I might have to pay a visit to the restroom to masturbate, like a horny teenager. Is that what you want?"
"Only if I get to watch," Blaine spoke out before he could even think about the words leaving his mouth. He noticed Kurt's eyes blacken even more and the sight made his whole body shake in the wheelchair, while his stump was twitching under the pressure of his uncontrollable body.
"Blaine," Kurt groaned as he gestured to all the food still in front of them. "Keep it in your pants for a little while longer. All I want to do is drag you back to my hotel room and have my wicked way with you…"
"Why don't we, then?" Blaine's eyes were sparkling, all thoughts of delicious food forgotten.
"I… Blaine, you're making it very hard to think clearly."
"Then don't think clearly," Blaine replied huskily, licking his lips.
"I don't want you to think I'm only in this to be intimate. I'm extremely serious when I said I want to get to know you better."
"I know your intentions, Kurt. I want more than intimacy aswell, Kurt."
"Okay, good… Because I really like you, Blaine."
"I really like you aswell, Kurt. Let's ask for the food to be boxed and take it with us and spend the rest of the afternoon laying in bed and feeding each other."
Kurt's eyes glazed over and a soft moan escaped his lips, making Blaine's insides tingle. "That sounds amazing."
Kurt, the better actor of the two, moved back towards the counter and explained, perfectly innocent, how Blaine was tired and they needed to go, but they wanted to take the food with them to consume later.
The barista looked like she had no clue what was going on, so either she also was a very good actor or she truly hadn't noticed. Blaine desperately hoped it was the latter.
A few minutes later, the two young men left the building, Kurt behind Blaine's wheelchair again to push him. Luckily the hotel was only a five minute walk and they made small talk during those minutes, both too giddy for the afternoon to come.
Another ten minutes later and Blaine found himself inside Kurt's hotel room, while his crush was currently in the bathroom. All different kinds of thoughts were swirling around inside his head and it triggered a bad headache he desperately tried to push away.
He wanted nothing more than to be intimate with Kurt. Their flirting and teasing inside the coffee shop had awoken something inside Blaine that hadn't been released in a very long time. It had been months ever since his last sexual encounter, but then again… He still had both legs then. He wasn't traumatized then. He could still close his eyes then, without seeing his friends die over and over and over again.
Whimpering, Blaine suddenly felt very weak as he sat inside his wheelchair passively. He wiped away some angry tears as he kept staring at the door Kurt had disappeared through just minutes earlier.
He needed Kurt to calm him down. He was freaking out here and he had no idea if he could even do this…
Before he even knew it, the world before his eyes turned black and he felt his body weaken as he slumped inside his wheelchair, his good leg thrown over the foot board and his arms hanging limply over the sides of the wheelchair.
A door was thrown open as he heard footsteps approach him and he desperately wanted to address the other man currently freaking out over Blaine's health, to tell him he just needed his touch and he would be fine, but he was unable to use his voice and calm down the beautiful man in front of him.
He heard Kurt talk into the phone frantically, while the pressure on the inside of his head got worse and worse.
Hours seemed to pass as he was half aware of everything around him, before more voices reached him and a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Hey, Blaine. It's Quinn. I'm here to take you back to Burke's. Don't you worry, we will take good care of you."
Blaine whimpered as he lifted his left arm, searching for Kurt. Luckily the message came across and within half a second he felt Kurt's fingers tangled in his.
"I need to let go now, sweetie," he heard Kurt murmur. "Don't you worry, I'll follow you back to Burke's. I'm not letting you out of my sight now."
His hand was then dropped and he felt who he guessed was Quinn push him out of the hotel room, with a pair of light footsteps following, which made Blaine sigh in relief. Even though his body didn't want to cooperate, he was still eerily aware of everything that was going on around him and it made him feel like he was caught, his body being the prison he was held in.
He was pushed inside a van and he felt someone secure his wheelchair. He saw a flicker of blond hair before his half closed eyes and he knew Quinn would stay with him during the short ride.
"Where's Kurt?" Blaine whimpered out, hating how weak his voice sounded.
"Shhh, Blaine. He's right next to the driver. Don't worry."
"Okay," Blaine murmured as he properly closed his eyes. He felt a soft piece of fabric hit his cheek, but he already slipped into deep sleep before he could even recognize it as a pillow.
Blaine woke up, extremely disorientated, immediately reaching for Kurt, who he hoped would be there. He smiled triumphantically as his hand hit another warm one, curling his fingers around Kurt's.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" Kurt asked carefully, moving his chair closer to Blaine's bed, clutching on his hand like a lifeline.
"I've been better…" Blaine said weakly, clearing his throat to rid it from the uncomfortable feeling. "What happened?"
"I'm not entirely sure. You were perfectly fine up until we reached my hotel room and I left you alone for a few minutes."
"I must have put myself into a panic attack," Blaine whispered, suddenly memories from the happenings in the hotel room flashing through his mind. "I was overthinking literally everything."
"As you do so well," Kurt said fondly, shaking his head in disbelief before pressing a loving kiss on Blaine's forehead. "But I'm glad you're okay. It was pretty scary to see you like that."
"I'm sorry…" Blaine started, but was stopped by Kurt's soft hand pressed on the side of his head, cradling his cheek and stroking gently.
"Don't apologize."
"I truly wanted you, Kurt. My brain just can't shut up sometimes and has a weird way of releasing tension."
"I know, Blaine, I know you're still suffering. But I wanted you too, you know, so badly."
"Yeah?" Blaine exclaimed hopefully, sitting himself up more, staring right into Kurt's eyes, suddenly glad with the direction the conversation was going.
"You have no idea. You are extremely sexy."
"Even with my stupid stump?"
"Even with your stump."
"Thank you…"
And then the two of them kissed, because it was so simple. It was a perfectly amazing kiss to conclude their first date, because it was still that, even though at one point Blaine's body decided to have a will of its own.
"Best first date I've ever been on," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, a wide grin threathening to tear his face in two.
"Hell yes!" Blaine exclaimed happily as he ran two fingers over the back of Kurt's neck, tickling the hairs.
"Can't wait to take you places," Kurt added as he played with Blaine's bow tie.
"That sounds promising," Blaine sighed, staring at Kurt in wonder.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Blaine?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Thank you, I'm crazy about you."
"You take my breath away."
"Sleep, Blaine."
"But…"
"Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
You promised you would be here when I would wake up. But you're not. Now I'm sad. – Blaine.
Kurt laughed after his cell phone alerted him of an incoming message and read it. He was currently talking to Quinn in the nurse's break room, both having their hands wrapped around a hot cup of coffee.
"Is it Blaine?"
"Yes," Kurt smiled. "I asked him to be my boyfriend and he accepted."
"I'm happy for the two of you. You deserve each other."
"Thank you, I'm glad to hear it. How is your love life?"
Quinn laughed as she played with the rim of her coffee cup, smiling bashfully. "Um, I'm kind of flirting with Sam?"
"Oh, a high school romance rekindled. I love that."
"We're still in the early stages and it's hard, because I work days and he works nights, but we do share the same days off, so it could be heading somewhere."
"Go for it, Quinn. Sam is a really good guy."
"I know, you even had a crush on him back in the day," Quinn winked teasingly as she swallowed the last of her coffee from the cup and threw it away.
"Hey, that was before I knew he was perfectly straight."
"It's fine, Kurt. We all had a crush on someone we couldn't have."
"And now I chose wisely in Blaine."
"That you did. Now go see your lover man. You guys want dinner served there?"
Kurt shook his head as he pocketed his cell phone, standing up and throwing away his empty coffee cup. "No, we have left overs from lunch in the coffee shop. It should be enough. Um… will you… make sure we won't be bothered in a while? Unless Blaine pushes the alarm button if he needs serious help?"
"I'll make sure to tell Sam, who will be here in the next 15 minutes to take over for the night. Use protection!" Quinn winked as she pushed Kurt out of the break room. "Now go!"
"Thank you, Quinn."
"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it. Tell Blaine I said 'hi' and I'll see him in the morning."
Kurt nodded as he moved himself over to Blaine's room, pausing in front of the door and hesitatingly lifting up his hand to knock.
He heard a soft laugh from behind the door and Blaine's voice drifting through it: "Come in. Unless you're someone else than Kurt. Then I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
Snickering, Kurt entered the room and closed the door behind him carefully, standing still to take in the sight of Blaine. He still looked a bit tired from his midday nap. The panic attack had worn him out and Kurt couldn't exactly blame him.
He still looked beautiful to Kurt.
"Why weren't you here?" Blaine whined as he opened his arms as an invitation for Kurt to come closer. Kurt couldn't deny his Blaine anything, so he did exactly that, climbing on top of the bed and parking himself next to Blaine, cuddling him close.
"I was chatting to Quinn."
"I like Quinn," Blaine mumbled as he pressed a lazy kiss on the top of Kurt's head.
"But not as much as you like me, right?" Kurt arched an eyebrow as he lifted his head off Blaine's chest, staring at his boyfriend.
"No need to be jealous. You're it for me, sweetheart," Blaine said, adding a dramatic wink.
"Good… In that case… Can I… try something?"
Blaine gulped, the air around them suddenly serious. "Um… that depends."
"Do you trust me?"
"Is that even a question?"
"Okay, great, so you trust me."
"Yes, Kurt, ofcourse."
"Then shut up and let me try something…" As a warning, Kurt planted his lips on Blaine's throat, sucking on the soft skin there.
"O… okay…" Blaine sucked in a breath and lay perfectly still.
"Unless you don't want me to…" Kurt suddenly started panicking.
"Please, Kurt. Try it. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable."
Kurt smiled slyly, his lips ghosting over Blaine's cheek, blowing hot air on his skin. "I still want you, Blaine. Do you want me too?"
"Y-yes, Kurt…" Blaine managed to get out, his hand already resting on Kurt's hip.
"Perfect…"
Kurt pushed himself up and hung his whole body over Blaine's, careful not to squish his stump, and pressed his lips on Blaine's, hard.
"Tell me how much you want me, Blaine," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, loving the feel of Blaine's muscles flexing underneath Kurt's touch.
"You're so hot, Kurt. I want to feel your lips on my skin. Mark me. Make me yours."
Kurt growled as he attacked Blaine's neck, biting his teeth into perfectly clear skin, desperately wanting to claim Blaine. He had no idea what came over him, but suddenly he wanted to see Blaine's glowing skin darkened, knowing Kurt had put it there.
He sucked a purple mark high onto Blaine's neck, just on the side, impossible for Blaine to hide it unless he would wear make up.
Blaine squirmed underneath him, little moans and sighs escaping his lips. "Kurt…"
"You look perfect like this, Blaine."
"I… Would you lay down on top of me, Kurt? I want to feel you pressing into me. Please…" The last word came out broken, whining and Kurt immediately complied, sinking his body down onto Blaine's carefully, shifting his hips so his leg wouldn't crush Blaine's stump.
Even though Kurt had to find a comfortable enough position, their clothed erections immediately met and they both hissed out, staring into each other's eyes, searching for doubt, but they couldn't find any.
"Yes…" Blaine moaned, bucking up into Kurt as he dug his fingers into Kurt's ass.
"Blaine…" Kurt whined above him. He felt like a teenager again, the rush of knowing there wasn't much time, so being intimate while being clothed was the rule rather than the exception. It felt extremely familiar, and while Kurt desperately wanted more with Blaine, he knew some kind of research would need to take place first. Having sex while one of the two had a physical disability wasn't easy and there was no way he would hurt Blaine or cause him discomfort in any way.
So this would have to do. Humping each other hornily until they would both climax in their underwear. It made Kurt giggle against Blaine's lips as he enthusiastically kept meeting Blaine's thrusts. They soon grew sloppy as they both neared the edge.
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," Blaine chanted, hands now flat on his boyfriend's ass, pushing hips into hips frantically. As he let out a particular heavy moan, Blaine suddenly stilled his hips against Kurt's and the boy on top could feel Blaine's dick twitch and release.
"Oh…" Blaine whined out, suddenly limp against the mattress.
"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed in a loud moan as he bit into Blaine's neck, just underneath the mark he had placed earlier, feeling his dick shooting come inside his underwear.
"Um…" Blaine ducked his head as he stared at Kurt through his thick, long eyelashes. "I liked that?"
"Why do you make it sound like a question?" Kurt laughed as he grimaced at the feeling of dried come in his boxer briefs.
"Because… if you regret it, I'm definitely sorry."
"Oh, silly Blaine. I took the lead in this. I could never regret having orgasmed above the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine sighed out, a happy grin on his face. "You're amazing. I can't wait to do more in the future."
"I couldn't agree more. While I don't want to kill your happy mood, I think we need to do some research about sex with your disability. I don't want to cause you unneccesary pain."
Blaine nodded, while burying his face in Kurt's neck, pressing soft lips there. "I agree."
"Good… Now, can I borrow some underwear? I'm gonna have to change."
Blaine suddenly flushed a dark shade of red as he nodded, pointing towards the closet. "Right door, second shelf from the top."
"Thanks, Blaine…"
Within minutes, Kurt wore clean underwear and he had cleaned up Blaine as well as possible.
"I will ask Sam to help me change," Blaine shrugged as his boyfriend removed his hand plus a warm washcloth from Blaine's stained underwear.
"That's not weird at all… Your old crush seeing your boyfriend naked," Kurt mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Blaine's eyes widened as he took in Kurt's face.
"I had a crush on Sam in high school. The first week into my junior year he had transfered to McKinley and I had hope he was into guys, but alas…"
"Too bad for you, but good for me, because I could never compete with Sam." Blaine wanted it to sound like a joke, but it came out a lot more serious.
"Hey, hey… look at me. My crush on Sam is long overdue. I've moved on and I even got a boyfriend that same year and I ended up in a relationship with him for almost two years, before I went off to New York."
"And now you're mine," Blaine mumbled happily, wrapping his arms around Kurt's shoulder.
"And now I'm yours, and you're mine, and I couldn't be happier."
Blaine's stomach suddenly started protesting after half an hour of cuddling Kurt. He felt his boyfriend laugh above him as he released himself from their tangled situation.
The ex-soldier immediately felt empty not having Kurt pressed against him anymore, which resulted in him pouting on the bed, while Kurt was gathering the paper bag the barista had wrapped the food in when they asked that afternoon.
"I'm a terrible boyfriend for neglecting your needs," Kurt frowned, as he took the bag back to the bed, but not climbing on top of it, instead sitting down on the chair.
"Why would you say that?" Blaine said in panic, eyes wide, already scared he would lose Kurt before he could even truly worship the beautiful Broadway performer.
"Because first I don't let us finish lunch on our very first, romantic date, because I couldn't keep it in my pants and wanted to ravish you inside my hotel room. Then you slip into a panic attack and I had no idea what to do… God, I felt helpless."
"Hey, Kurt… Listen to me," Blaine said softly, cradling Kurt's hand into his own. "Please, don't think any of it was your fault. I wanted you so much aswell. I forgot all about food as soon as we started flirting like that. I loved the attention, trust me."
Kurt let out a relieved breath, running his index finger over Blaine's stubble covering his cheek. The scratchy contrast felt amazingly against the delicate skin of his fingers.
They had no idea how long they were sitting there, feeding each other bits and pieces of the food from the coffee shop, talking, with hands clasped together. Sam held his word and hadn't bothered the two of them, instead slipping the cup with pain killers through the door, where Kurt picked it up and handed it over to Blaine.
"I should go, visiting hours are over in a short while."
Blaine pouted as he opened his arms. "I wished you didn't have to go."
"Oh, my sweet Blaine. If it's up to me, we have plenty of more time to spend together. Don't stress about a night apart. I'm gonna make it up to you in the future."
Blaine knew his eyes were sparkling at Kurt's beautiful words and he leaned forward, motioning for Kurt to do the same. They met in the middle for a breathtaking kiss.
"Go, sleep tight…" Blaine whispered as they both pulled away, regret evident in their eyes.
"I see you tomorrow, Blaine. Thank you for today. It was all sorts of wonderful."
With those words, Blaine's boyfriend left the room. Blaine kept staring at the door until he was sure Kurt was no longer in the same space as he was.
Squealing like a five year old, he grabbed his phone from the night stand and opened a new message.
I miss you already. I'm pathetic, I know. – Blaine.
Not as pathetic as I am. I already miss your addictive lips against mine. Until tomorrow, Blaine. – Kurt.
A bright smile appeared on Blaine's face and for the rest of the night it didn't come off.
He even slept through the night without so much as a bad dream or a trigger to the explosion.
Kurt Hummel had an amazing influence on Blaine, of that he was sure.
SO much fluff. I love writing fluff. And yay, they're boyfriends! And I'm really proud at myself for not including Cooper this chapter. But trust me, he'll be back… Until next time!