Hi everyone, sorry for not posting for a while (it seems like forever to me), I promise the next chapter wont take so long to finish (already written but I thought I would split them up ... mwahaha)
Kurt did not get any sleep. not a wink of sleep. And it wasn't just because his mind was racing. Kurt didn't get any sleep because Elliot was mouth breathing all night. His snores were as obnoxious as his fashion sense. Not that Kurt could complain, it was his fault Elliot had to breathe through his mouth in the first place. It meant Kurt had time to think, think in some weird dreamy half-sleep state, while he stared at a rather unflattering profile of Elliot, mouth open, eyes puffy.
Kurt slipped out of bed as the sun began to rise. He turned on the kettle in the kitchen. The least he could do was make some coffee for them both. Then he grabbed the pharmacy bag from the countertop, read the labels and picked which ones Elliot needed for the morning- mainly just something for the pain. Then he steeped the coffee and brought it back in the bedroom for Elliot who was tossing in half sleep. Kurt put Elliot's mug and drugs beside his bed, then snuggled back in beside him, sipping his own coffee.
Elliot wriggled into Kurt's chest. Kurt wrapped his arm around him and tried not to spill his coffee. But Kurt's chest buzzed with that stupid gooey romantic feeling he got when he watched those rom-com movies. And sure, it wasn't perfect, he was super tired, and he hadn't made his coffee right and Elliot's nose had dribbled overnight and left something weird and crusty on his lip. But Kurt kissed the top of Elliot's head anyway and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Hmmm, coffee." Elliot muttered.
"Yeah, I made if for you." Kurt said.
"You must feel really guilty about punching me in the face." Elliot yawned, lifting his head slowly.
"There's drugs there too. Take them."
"Really guilty." Elliot sat himself up and turned to his bedside table. "What? No pancakes?"
"Not feeling guilty enough for that." Kurt smirked behind his mug. Elliot snuffled and wiped his face clean, downed his drugs then turned to Kurt.
"How are you feeling?" Elliot asked.
"I should be asking you that." Kurt reached up and brushed Elliot's floppy hair out of his face.
"I'm feeling good, just tired."
"You snored all night."
"Consider it revenge." Elliot grinned, "You've got bags under your eyes to match mine."
"Oh god, not bags!" Kurt tossed his head back. Elliot laughed and Kurt's melodrama. Kurt waited for Elliot to say something insulting but instead Kurt turned his head to find Elliot smiling. "Oh, don't look so happy with yourself."
"Why not? A cup of coffee in my hand and a fine-ass man in my bed."
"Did I just detect a complement?"
"Kurt, we should probably talk about what happened yesterday." Elliot said, getting serious. Kurt's stomach dropped. It was too early for this. He didn't want to talk about Blaine, or why he kept that shoebox or why he had that panic attack. Instead, he told Elliot the things he knew how to explain.
"I like spending time with you." Kurt said simply. He knew that much.
"I like spending time with you too- well, when you're not injuring me."
Kurt finished his coffee and put the mug aside. Then he snuggled a little deeper into the covers. So much for getting out of bed. Elliot sipped his last sip and did the same. Now they were face to face, head on the pillows. Kurt reached across the warm space between them in search for Elliot's hip. When he found it, he wiggled to close the space between them.
"You're hard." Kurt said, feeling a solid piece of flesh through trackpants.
"Don't flatter yourself, happens every morning." Elliot gripped his hands to Kurt's ass and ground them closer. Kurt could feel the pressure throbbing in his own cock and suddenly Elliot's pants became very restrictive on him.
"I thought we were meant to be talking." Elliot breathed as Kurt's hands danced around his waistline. Elliot's skin was so warm and soft, he brushed his hands across his snail-trail then dived into the warmth between his legs and grasped Elliot's cock.
"I could use my mouth for something far more interesting." Kurt purred.
"No." Elliot held Kurt before the boy could escape under the covers. "I want to see your face." Elliot kissed Kurt's cheek gently as he lifted his hips enough for Kurt to shuffle their pants down. Their erections sprung free and touched each other under the covers. Elliot pulled them closer once again. Instead of the thrill being somewhere in his gut, Kurt was feeling the strangest bubbling up around his heart.
"Shouldn't we talk first?" Elliot was finding it difficult to make his words sound convincing.
"Hard to talk when you're so distracting." Kurt ground his hips up and down, feeling Elliot's cock graze against him. Elliot's eyes rolled back and little and he let out a growl.
"I'm trying to be good here." He said, "I don't want you to regret-"
"I don't regret anything." Kurt cut Elliot off sharply. God, he couldn't let Elliot think he regretted anything they did. Elliot stared at him there, as if trying to decipher if he was telling the truth. All Kurt could think was how incredible Elliot's eyelashes were, even without makeup.
"You promise me that?" Elliot said, his lips so close they were almost kissing already.
"Yeah, I promise you that." Kurt felt Elliot's hand dive down from his back, down his ass with a squeeze, then unapologetically grasp Kurt's cock in his hand. Kurt groaned and thrust his hips forward into Elliot's fist.
"I bet I can get you off faster than you can get me off." Elliot grinned.
"Excuse me?" Was Kurt hearing correctly or had all the blood gone from his brain to his dick.
"You heard me." Elliot purred, all cocky, flicking his wrist gently as he pumped Kurt. Kurt's hand was dancing around Elliot's cock, his fingers brushing around his balls that tightened as he spoke. "I bet my hand can get you off faster than your hand can get me off."
"Oh, you really want to play this game?" Kurt laughed; how sexy Elliot was trying to be when the game seemed so juvenile.
"Winner gets bragging rights." Elliot was already starting the game, gripping his fist tighter around Kurt, god his hand was tight. Kurt needed to catch up, he gripped the base of Elliot's cock tight, squeezing gently, before beginning to stroke.
"I'm going to make you come so fucking quick it'll be embarrassing." Kurt purred, rubbing his thumb over Elliot's head. Elliot only laughed.
"I hate to break it to you hun, but your mouth is better than your hand."
"Fuck you." Kurt changed the angle on his grip and tried to find what Elliot liked. He knew when he did because Elliot paused his own hand for a moment and arched his neck.
"I bet it's killing you that you can't go down there and suck me off." Elliot was trying dirty talk, well, Kurt could play that game too.
"And I bet it's killing you that you don't get to feel me do this." Kurt opened Elliot's mouth with his lips and sucked his tongue into his own, sucking as if it were some other appendage. Elliot wriggled and moaned, his hand pausing on Kurt. When Kurt pulled back Elliot was glowering. Kurt didn't back down, his hand still pumping.
"Can you moan for me Kurt, I love it when you fucking moan, please Kurt, please." Elliot whined, kitten licking down Kurt's neck. It was so hard to concentrate! Elliot's kisses, his hand wrapped around him, the coiling heat in his stomach he was trying to supress. Between off of that his hand was forgetting to pump Elliot- it was just gripping him, his thumb stroking his head.
"Elliot, your cheating."
"I am not." Elliot said, before re-attaching his lips to Kurt's neck.
"Grrrr." Kurt growled, of course Elliot wasn't cheating, he was just too fucking good. Kurt was going to come if he stayed like this and so he reached his spare hand to the only place on Elliot he was sure would get the reaction he needed. He reached up and twisted his nipple ring.
"Kurt!" Elliot gasped. You would think that when Elliot paused his stroking, it would help Kurt calm down, but hearing Elliot moan like that? it was doing to opposite.
"What's the matter baby?"
"That's cheating."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Then it's not cheating." Kurt changed his angle a little, and really began to work his hand while Elliot flinched and wiggled as Kurt flicked his nipple ring. Elliot's hand was stilled on Kurt which gave Kurt time to recover himself, let that coil in his chest settle while he attached his lips to Elliot's chest.
"Kurt use your tongue again, please." Elliot begged; his spare hand pressed to the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt was flicking the warm nub of metal around with his tongue, sucking gently, feeling how Elliot's breathing hitched then sighed then dragged back into his lungs. He was going to make Elliot come, he had to, he could feel it in his hands- Elliot's cock was beginning to pulse, his head thickening and wet with precum.
"Kurt I'm so close." Elliot whined, his hand began to work on Kurt, tightly pumping, his fist twisting slightly, then quickening its pace. "Kurt, fuck, I'm trying to hold back, can't let you win, fuck Kurt!" there was something about Elliot begging, about his squirming, about trying to hold everything back that fucking turned Kurt on. He wasn't concentrating on himself, nor the hand between his legs, all he was focused on was making Elliot come. But fuck! Elliot's voice,
"Kurt, I want you to come, please, fucking come for me." He was begging, crying, and begging, eyes clenched as tight as his jaw. That's when Kurt made the mistake of looking down, Elliot's cock- head purple and veined in his hand, so ready to come it wasn't funny, something about seeing Elliot like that, made him forget what was at stake here, and fuck Elliot's hand was flying around him, making the entire bed jerk.
Kurt came, he came without warning, the coil in his gut sprung and just about hit him in the face.
"Elliot!" he screamed and gasped as he felt Elliot milk him, his strokes slowing down, his cock pulsing. His head was tingling, his cock feeling electric with each slow stroke.
Damnit! He looked up as his orgasm subsided, expecting to see Elliot's stupid smug face. Instead he saw Elliot eyes scrunched closed, lips bitten. He needed to come, fuck he needed to come so bad. Kurt turned to Elliot's cock. His cock head was shining as if he had come just a little. Kurt couldn't resist, he dived his mouth around it.
"Kurt, fuck!" Elliot bucked up, sending his cock down Kurt's throat. Kurt swallowed as much as he could, knowing Elliot would come in moments. He secured his lips around his veins and grazed his tongue around Elliot's sensitive head.
"Kurt!" Elliot screamed Kurt's name, and not just screamed as in loudly, as it he was sure there would be someone knocking at their door any moment to make sure no one had died. Kurt's mouth was filled with warmth and waited until Elliot had come down from his orgasm before Kurt swallowed it all.
"I just can't keep you away from my dick, can I?" Elliot panted.
"I felt like the winner deserved a reward." Kurt hummed, falling back on the bed.
"Hmm, yes, I am the winner aren't I." Elliot said, resting his hands behind his head, looking awfully smug. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Oh, don't you rub it in."
"You could rub something else instead."
"Don't make me break that nose again."
"I'm not worried about that." Elliot sung. Fuck, why did he have to look so sexy when he was looking so chuffed with himself.
"You're right, what you should be worried about is a re-challenge." Kurt grinned and straddled Elliot, pinning his arms above his head. "Especially if instead of our hands we use our…" Kurt lent down and sucked Elliot's tongue out of his mouth. Elliot moaned some crazy delicious sounds while Kurt ground his hips into Elliot, as if he were trying to prove something, only he didn't know what. When Kurt finally pulled away Elliot said,
"We still need to talk."
Kurt's insides churned. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do, hell, he would do anything to avoid it, including flat out lying.
"I can't, I have to go." Kurt said with such conviction that it made him realise his acting classes were actually paying off.
"No fair."
"I have class." Kurt lied again.
"It's Saturday."
"It's an extracurricular class." Kurt rolled out of bed and shrugged on his pants. He couldn't talk to Elliot, he couldn't just word vomit all his insecurities like that, he couldn't explain why he punched him in the face, or what he expected to happen between them. what did he expect to happen between them? bicker and fight until old age? Or until one slips poison into their morning coffee?
Elliot followed him into the living room.
"Sure. And what would this extracurricular class be?"
"You don't believe me, do you?" Kurt looked offended- good, he had to practice his shocked expressions.
"Why would you lie to me." Elliot asked, not looking convinced. "I mean, if you didn't want to stay, I'm sure you would be honest with me."
"I would be."
"And it must have just been a coincidence that when I said we need to talk you just happened to remember you had class."
"Exactly." Kurt was dressed and at Elliot's door. He paused, hand on the door. He felt Elliot's hand on the small of his back.
"Thankyou." Elliot said. "For ah, coming over." Elliot winked, trying to keep things casual. Kurt smiled, his chest shaking, he was scared, scared at whatever crap was racing around his head.
"Of course, Elliot." Kurt said gently, before tilting his head up to catch Elliot's lips. Why do they have to feel so soft? "That's what friends are for." Kurt pulled back with a wink.
"Friends! Friends!" Kurt closed the door behind him, only to hear it open a moment later. "How dare you call us friends."
"Frenemies then?" Kurt called, running down the stairs, laughing at how upset the comment had made Elliot.
"Yeah I'll take that."
Kurt lied about class. He had to. He needed to get his head right. What did he want? And so, like anyone in some deep emotional turmoil he spent his day at the library, trying to study, then he decided that it was going nowhere and went shopping instead. That was little better, he couldn't find anything he needed, or wanted and he ended up wandering the mall aimlessly, trying to walk off the post-Elliot haze. Eventually he forced his way home, only because Santana kept sending him increasingly threatening emails that if he didn't come home, she would chop Rachel up into little pieces.
S: If she asks me to take her to check her tonsils one more time, I'll going to yank them out of her throat.
K: I'm on my way home.
S: She's asking for lemons, you better pick some up.
K: Fine.
So, Kurt walked back into his apartment with a bag full of lemons in one hand and a hand void of shopping bags in the other.
"Rachel, I have your lemons!" Kurt didn't know why he was yelling, if Rachel was asleep it was better, she stayed asleep.
"Kurt, thank god your here." Rachel choked.
"Yeah, I know your desperate for these lemons."
"No! Santana let Elliot into your room. I tried to stop her; I know how much you hate people in your room. And what would Adam think? A strange man in your room, you better set his straight."
Right, the lie- Rachel still thinks he's seeing Adam. Crap!
"You're totally right Rachel." Kurt said, his voice loud enough for anyone eavesdropping to hear. He wasn't sure if he wanted Santana or Elliot to hear more. He could see Santana shuffling around in the other room. "I should go in there and give him a piece of my mind."
"You're right, you go tell him, that even in a band there needs to be boundaries, boundaries Santana shouldn't cross by letting people into your bedroom."
"Rachel you should rest your voice!" Santana called from the other room. "And your opinions!"
"Santana's right, go sit down, I'll put on another musical. Have you taken your vitamins today?" Kurt shoved the Mama Mia musical on and popped two more extra-strength cold tablets.
"Oh, you take such good care of me, Kurt." Rachel said, as Kurt threw a blanket at her, rushing to save his bedroom from whatever hell Elliot was summoning in it.
"Elliot, get out of my bedroom!" Kurt stormed in, expecting Elliot to be obnoxity naked on his bed, or wearing all his clothes at once. Or god forbid- burning his outfits.
No, Kurt, don't be stupid there would be smoke coming out your door if Elliot was burning anything.
"Hey." Elliot was there, sitting cross legged on the bed, not splayed out, he was fully dressed but he at least had the decency to take his shoes off first.
"I was just going to drop this off and leave but Santana kind of threw me in here and interrogated me. Well, I think she was threatening me, I'm not too sure. Everything she said kinda sounds threatening."
Kurt scanned is room, looking for anything out of place.
"I haven't touched a thing." Elliot said. "And I wasn't coming here to suffocate you anything, I just thought you might want this back." Elliot pulled something from his pocket, a card, folded. He tossed it on the bed.
"Oh."
"Must have fallen out of your pocket last night." Elliot shrugged. Kurt stared at the apology card and sighed. He supposed all his deepest thoughts were out now, exposed. Everything he hadn't wanted to say, all those dumb, scattered thoughts he hadn't quite worked out yet were right there.
"I guess you used your translation app to know exactly how I'm feeling." Kurt sighed and fell face first into the pillows. He felt Elliot shuffle beside him.
"Actually, I didn't." Elliot brushed Kurt's hair back, brushing his thumb against the back of his neck. why did that feel so good? "I figured that something like this needed a more… personal translation." Kurt looked up then.
"Or, I could leave you here to deal with your sick friend. I think she thinks you're with some guy called Adam?"
"You're going to think I'm crazy."
"You've already broken my nose."
"Exactly, I'm skating on thin ice here."
"Well, I'm not going to force you. But I'll warn you now, all your birthday cards from now on? Written in German."
"Elliot, wait." Kurt sighed, rolling onto his back. He grabbed the card and opened it up. Elliot lay beside him. The closeness was comforting, Elliot placed a hand on Kurt's stomach and listened.
"Dear Asshat"
"It doesn't say asshat."
"Oh, now look who can read French. Fine, dear Elliot. I'm sorry I broke your nose. I feel awful about it. I'm sorry I panicked about you finding that shoebox. Everything inside it is still very special to me. I'm trying to move on, but clearly, I'm not doing a very good job of it. I think the reason I hate you so much is that you make me want to move on and I never felt like I was ready. I think I'm ready. I still hate your stupid face, but I'm sorry I made it look even stupider. I hate you, Kurt."
"Wow, worst apology ever. Who finishes a card with 'I hate you'?"
"It might have said, 'I'm sorry' but I adjusted it just now. But the rest of it is word for word." Kurt folded the card and tossed it beside the pillow. Elliot snatched it up and leapt across the room to Kurt's wardrobe.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" Elliot rummaged through clothes like a madman.
"Elliot get out of there; my clothes are way too fashionable for you."
"Here." Elliot hauled out a shoe box and dumped the shoes on the ground. He shoved the card inside and put the lid back on. "Now I've got my own box." Elliot smiled, proud of himself.
Kurt's stomach swirled with those stupid butterflies again, he preferred the hornets, the biting, stinging feeling of wanting to rip Elliot's clothes off, not all this gooey mushiness. Or did he?
"You threw my shoes on the floor." Kurt said sternly.
"Oh, I did, and I'll go back in there and I'll do it again." Elliot teased, waltzing towards the wardrobe. Kurt leapt from the bed in an instant and bared his way.
"I will handcuff you again."
"I'll get out of them."
"You won't want to." Kurt fisted Elliot's shirt and backed him up against the bed, straddling him. It was like they were back there they were supposed to be, back in Kurt's room, before the panic attack and broken nose.
"You know, I would go down on your right now if only someone hadn't broken my nose." Elliot teased, wriggling his eyebrow an letting his tongue stick out a little. His hands were teasing around Kurt's waistline.
"How long can you hold your breath for?" Kurt grinned, gripping the back of Elliot's head, and moved it down, just a little so Elliot got the picture.
"I guess we'll find out." Elliot tossed Kurt off of him, throwing him onto the bed. Kurt's body filled with those stinging hornets again, and god he loved it. That was, until there was a crazy rapid knocking on the door. The next second, the door flung open and Santana was standing there, Kurt flat on his back and Elliot halfway down his body.
"What the hell did you do?" Santana was fuming. Behind her they could hear the clang of pots and pans.
"Santana! You can't just barge in here!"
"What did you give Rachel, she's gone crazy, she's cooking, and talking, and feeling better!"
"I gave her drowsy cold tablets."
"Are you sure, because she's like the opposite of drowsy."
"Crap, did I give her the day-time ones?"
"Dinner's ready!" Rachel called.
"Yeah, I think you did. Now get your asses out here now or Kurt, you're going to get some lecture about not letting strange boys in your room."
"Who does she think she is, my father?" Kurt sat up, outraged. "I can have whoever I want in my bedroom."
"Shut up and sit down at the table, I'm not having dinner with her on my own."
"Won't we get sick if we eat her food?" Elliot asked
"Just mild food poisoning." Santana said.
"That's not what I meant." but no one listened to Elliot, they were all forced to sit at the tiny circular dinner table in front of a steaming pot of pasta.
"Oh, Kurt, good your here, I'm feeling fantastic, wow, those vitamins really helped, I can't thankyou enough. I felt like cooking, I mean, maybe it was Mama Mia that made me feel better, or the lemons, oh, Elliot, hello, how's your band?"
"Our band." Kurt grumbled. God, for someone who lost her voice, Rachel could talk.
"Band is good." Elliot said, before hauling out glump-fulls of spaghetti.
"Kurt, how is Adam, you know, that guy you were interested in?" Rachel said, her voice like little daggers directed towards Elliot.
"He's good." Kurt said casually, "Really good." Then he slid a sly glance at Elliot.
"I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate having a strange boy in his boyfriends' bed."
"Oh, Rachel, don't you know affairs equal super-hot sex." Santana said. Rachel gasped, offended. Before she could start one of her Rachel rants, Kurt put her mind at ease,
"Rachel, Santana only shoved Elliot in my room so you could get some rest. Elliot likes to talk a lot and he has a really annoying voice and she knew you needed to sleep." Kurt kicked Elliot under the table for agreement.
"Kurt's right, totally just for your benefit."
"That makes no sense." Rachel muttered.
"Your brain is confused because you're sick." Kurt said, patting Rachel on the shoulder.
"How's the sex?" Santana asked. Elliot spluttered. "You know, with Adam?"
"Oh, right, it's good." Kurt said.
"Yeah, but we want details here, Kurt." Elliot grinned. Oh no, the boy's playing a dangerous game here.
"Oh, no, no need for details at the dinner table." Rachel busied herself with her dinner. Great, now Kurt was torn, to let Elliot ask dumb, prying questions? Or to make Rachel squirm with dirty details. Santana made his decision for him.
"Kurt, does Adam have any kinks?"
"Nope."
"Are you sure?" Elliot asked. Was that Elliot's hand creeping into his lap? Kurt was going to kill him!
"He does seem keen on making out in the NYADA bathrooms, which is terribly unhygienic."
"Not if you wash your hands after." Elliot's fingers were creeping right up into his crotch. Santana was giving him a raised eyebrow- of course she would notice. Kurt angled his foot out to wedge a heel slowly, and firmly into Elliot's toes.
"And he makes the dumbest noises when he's turned on, sounds like a Doberman on helium."
"But his accent though, I mean, who doesn't love a guy with a British accent." Rachel ogled, completely ignorant of the fact that Elliot was trying to unzip Kurt's pants with one hand.
"He has super sensitive nipples, like to the point where it's embarrassing." Kurt could feel Elliot hand tighten dangerously tight around his crotch. He dug his heel even harder into Elliot's foot.
"Ohh, tell me more Kurt." Santana coaxed.
"And he likes to bite, and not just a little bit, like he's obsessed with it." Kurt crossed his legs, subtly batting Elliot's persistent hand out of the way before Elliot could remove a testicle through his underwear.
"Oh, really Kurt." Elliot said with a sharpness to his voice, "You say that like you don't like being bitten, sounds like your just too vanilla for this Adam guy."
"I can assure you he's completely satisfied." Kurt huffed, straightening his back, and hoping to god Elliot doesn't spin the conversation any further.
"Is he though?" Elliot questioned. Oh, Kurt's cheeks flushed red, they flushed red and the burned with rage. If Elliot was teasing, it had got Kurt flustered and if Elliot wasn't teasing, then well…. he was about to haul Elliot off his stupid ass and satisfy his brains out.
"I'm sure that's between Kurt and Adam." Rachel interrupted the glowering stare off between the two boys. "You shouldn't get involved in this, Elliot."
"Oh no, I want to hear all the details." Santana said, her mouth full of pasta. "I always figured Lady Hummel would be a disappointment in bed, probably just dresses up like some toothless barbie-doll and asks his lover boy not to mess up his hair while they're doing the nasty."
"Did you know Santana and Danny are dating." Kurt changed the subject before his embarrassment flooded out his ears.
"Santana, did you learn nothing from ABBA! Relationships within a band never end well." Great, why did he have to let her watch Mama Mia?
"Work pretty well for Glee club, and we were sorta like a band." Santana shrugged, unphased by Rachel's lecture.
"Sleeping with everyone doesn't constitute a relationship."
"A new meaning to the term 'duet'." Elliot grinned, finally, the man had stopped trying to fondle Kurt under the table, instead he held out his hand for a high-five. Kurt reluctantly gave it to him.
"We should invite Adam over for dinner sometime." Rachel continued, "Get to know him outside of his singing club." She even tried not to sound condescending when she said the phrase 'singing club'.
"It's fine Rachel, we're not that serious."
"Aren't you?" Elliot raised an eyebrow. Kurt felt trapped, put on the spot, first Elliot snides about not being satisfied in the bedroom, now he's wanted to know exactly how serious they were. Was Elliot just playing stupid games? Did he mean more by it? Fine, if Elliot was going to a dick then so was Kurt.
"Oh, no, Adam is just a fling, imagine living with that annoying British accent every single day."
"I'm sure he thinks the same about your stupid voice." Elliot snapped back.
"Quite on the contrary, he seems to love it when I use my voice in bed."
"I bet he does." Santana grinned and nudged Rachel who looked like she was coming down from her high. Her eyes were forcefully wide, and her nose was dripping into her empty bowl.
"No, no, if you bring Adam here, I don't want to hear any canoodling." Rachel yawned. "I need my beauty sleep."
"Oh, but Rachel, didn't you just say we should invite Adam over for dinner?" Santana used Rachel's own suggestion against her, watching how the girls head was falling into the table.
"Okay, I think we should call it a night." Kurt zipped up his pants, picked up his bowl and washed it in the sink.
"Oh yeah, I suppose, can't keep Elliot here all night." Rachel agreed, stumbling to her feet. "I should take more vitamins."
"No, no, how about we take you to bed. You look like that time we dressed up as zombies for that football game." Santana stopped her from overdosing herself on 'vitamins'. Rachel's expression began to break, it was the face she made right before an infamous Berry tantrum. Oh, god, what was happening?
"Noo, I don't wanna go to bed yet." Rachel pouted, stopped her foot, snuffled, and threw herself on the couch. "I don't wanna, I don't wanna. I wanna watch Phantom of the Opera."
"I know you always complain about that movie and besides you can't go through that move without trying to sing and you have to rest your voice." Kurt put his foot down.
"She's turning into a child." Santana cried towards Kurt, this was all Kurt's fault, what drugs had he dosed her with, "Rachel you have to go to bed."
"Your father is right, get to bed." Santana agreed, "Don't make me get the wooden spoon out." Kurt and Santana stood over Rachel who was face down in the couch.
"Man, these vitamins have some weird side effects, I'm going to leave." Elliot backed away, closing the door behind him.
Rachel was in full tantrum mode. Kurt didn't even get to say goodnight. Kurt didn't even get to say goodnight! Kurt was both offended and teased at the same time. He got out his phone and quickly texted the boy before he could get too far.
K: Get your ass back here young man
E: You seem to be dealing with a toddler tantrum, didn't want to get in the way
K: Sneak your butt into my room or you'll be dealing with a Kurt tantrum and that's far worse.
"Kurt! stop texting and help me." Santana screamed, trying to rip Rachel from the couch.
"Rachel, you won't get better if you don't sleep."
"Masqueraaaaddeee, painted pictures on parade!" Rachel sang, oh Jesus, she was delirious. She was lying on the couch trying to hide under her blankets.
"Kurt, grab an ankle."
"She's trying to kick me."
"You don't want to take the bity end."
"I'm defying gravity!" Rachel screamed as Kurt and Santana hauled her off the couch and into her bedroom.
"What the hell did you give her?"
"I have her the non-drowsy tablets by accident."
"Are you sure they weren't satanic demon pills?"
"I'm going to flush them all down the toilet after this."
"Or save them for when we want to mess with her." Santana and Kurt lifted the crying Rachel and dumped her onto her bed.
"I want ice cream. I hate those stupid lemons. I know you buy the wrong ones, Kurt. I know you do!"
"Your delirious Rachel."
"Did the front door just open?"
"Get some rest Rachel."
"I thought I saw Elliot, look." They looked through the open doorway and saw nothing. Kurt's stomach gave a little flip. Elliot was back in his bedroom.
"There's no one there."
"I think he's going to rob us."
"Do you have any rope to hog tie her?"
"Get your handcuffs from your room."
"Can't you get yours?"
"Why, are you going to use yours tonight?"
"I prefer not to dignify that with an answer."
"Why is Adam coming over?"
"Oh, poor naïve child, just sit." Santana straddled Rachel before the girl could roll out of her bed.
"Oh, this feels nice." Rachel giggled as Santana pinned her down by her shoulders.
"Don't go turning bi on me now Berry, I'm not interested, you're sick and delusion and your gross."
"I'm gross?" Rachel snuffled. Her face was flushed, and her nose was running. "I don't wanna be gross!" she cried, then her cries became sobs. "Sing me a song Santana."
"Will you promise to stay in bed and not say another word?"
"I promise."
"Fine."
"Or I'll get Kurt's handcuffs."
"I can't believe Kurt has handcuffs." Rachel went from crying to giggling.
"Elphaba, why couldn't you stay calm for once, instead of flying off the handle!" Santana sang a song she knew Rachel couldn't resist. Kurt backed out of the room, Santana still straddling Rachel, singing to her, aggressively, trying to get her to stop acting like a lunatic.
His bedroom door was ajar.
"Well, well, well, look at that, a monster under my bed." Kurt said, arms crossed, expecting to see Elliot in his bed. He wasn't. "Elliot where the hell are you?" Kurt looked under his bed, nothing. Then in his wardrobe. Nothing. Maybe Rachel was delirious.
"Not serious, are we?" Elliot said from behind.
"Fuck, Elliot!" Kurt grasped his chest in panic. Elliot had been hiding behind the door. He was standing there, expectantly. Kurt took a moment to return his heart back into his chest cavity, sensing Elliot was hurt by his comment. Well, Kurt had a bone to pick with him.
"Not satisfied in bed, are we?" Kurt retorted. Elliot scoffed and pushed himself from the wall, closing the space between them. Great, there goes Kurt's heart jumping back in his throat. Elliot's chest was against his and if Kurt didn't push back, he would end up against a wall.
"There are things I want to do to you." Elliot's cheeks brushed against Kurt's, whispering in his ear. "But I don't know if I should be doing it with someone who's not serious about me."
"Did you ever think I might be lying to Rachel, you idiot." Kurt gripped Elliot's hips, resisting the urge to bite the man's neck. God, he had poured his heart out in freaking French for god's sake, and one dumb comment to Rachel unravels Elliot? Really?
"Well did you ever think that I'm completely satisfied with you and I just wanted to tease you?"
"I think your lying." Kurt whispered back. "I think there is something that you want to do to me. Something that might just show you how serious I am." Kurt's heart was basically grabbing it's suitcase and walking out the door by now, that's how far up his throat it was. Was Kurt really suggesting that? Was he ready? Oh crap, Elliot's not saying anything. Is that suggestion too serious? The next thing he knew, there were teeth biting down into the muscles of his shoulder and he was pushed up against the wall with a thud.
"Fuck! Elliot!" Kurt growled trying to push him back a little and bite back. He gripped the back of Elliot's head and pulled him away. Elliot was grinning.
"You better not be teasing me."
"Would I ever do that to you?"
"And you better not be saying all of this if you're not ready."
"Je te fais confiance." Kurt whispered, it was true, if he could trust Elliot with how he felt, then he could trust Elliot with anything. Elliot stood there, waiting for a translation. "It means I trust you, you idiot."
"Oh." Elliot grinned, such a stupid grin, dumb little cheeks, perfect teeth. How did his front teeth show so much? Their next kiss was soft, gentle, Elliot's lips just brushing over Kurt's. Kurt slipped his tongue in Elliot's mouth, feeling the inside of his teeth, letting Elliot's tongue stretch inside his. Elliot's hands scrounged Kurt's ass cheeks through his jeans, pressing their lower halves together. Elliot was already hard, so freaking hard. Kurt knew how big he was, he could barely fit him all in his mouth. How the hell was Elliot going to fit inside? That was such a dumb thought, Kurt knew how it all worked, but well, it was only natural to feel nervous when you haven't done it before, right? What if he didn't like it? What if this was like some wedge that drove them apart? What if Elliot spread those ass cheeks and a murderous leprechaun came flying out his butt?
"Kurt, stop overthinking!" Elliot pulled back from the kiss.
"What?" Shit, could Elliot read minds? Is that some glitter-rock vampire superpower?
"You stopped kissing me."
"I did?"
"Didn't even growl when I bit your lip." Elliot was right, and Kurt's lip hurt.
"Sorry. Nervous."
"Look, normally this is the part where I would blow you to stop your brain from overthinking, but somebody broke my nose and it's still really hard to breath out of. So, how about you have a shower instead. I'll stay here. I might try on your clothes, I might not. I might set a small fire, or tear up all your shirts, or I might re-arrange them by colour. You'll be so worried about what I'm doing while I'm in here you're not going to worry about what I'm going to do to you next."
"My wardrobe is already colour coded." Kurt said into Elliot's chest.
"I'll un-colour code it then." Elliot chuckled. God, why did the man have to feel so warm. And why did that suggestion work so well? Kurt was already infuriated with the mere thought of Elliot wearing and stretching his Alexander McQueen sweaters.
"Go." Elliot released him and kissed Kurt gently on the forehead.
"Thankyou." Kurt grinned, picking up his bathrobe from the back of the door before leaving Elliot alone in his room.
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