Happy Saturday!
I'm so happy with everyone's kind comments on this so far. I think we're all a little charmed with this Blaine, huh? He's doing his best.
Thank you so much for your support and love. It means so much to me!
As always, I need to thank Christine for her help. She's the best beta in the world.
Thank you to Sofi, for always having her pom poms ready.
Enjoy!
The coffee pot had to somehow be working in slow motion. Kurt couldn't really explain why it wasn't dripping any faster. Maybe staring at it wasn't exactly helping.
"Well, well, well, look who's home," Santana said behind him, coming into the kitchen already in her Spotlight diner uniform. It was unfair how nice it looked on her. No one should have looked that great in that polyester monstrosity.
"Of course I'm home," Kurt said, poking at the coffee maker as if that would help. "Where else would I be?"
"Oh, I don't know," she murmured teasingly, coming up next to him and messing up his hair, which earned her a huge glare. "Considering you went home with the guy after knowing him for less than twelve hours, I thought you'd definitely be ready for a repeat. Was the date a disaster?"
"It was not," Kurt replied and then let out a little triumphant sound when the coffee was finally ready. He reached for a mug, and then glared at Santana again when she grabbed the pot before he did. "It was really nice."
"Your date," Rachel said from the table, where she had collapsed wordlessly ten minutes ago. Kurt had assumed she was dead. She certainly looked like it – rehearsals must have been brutal the previous day. "I totally forgot about that. Tell us about it."
Kurt took pity on her and placed the first cup in front of her, before grabbing another mug for himself. "It was the most amazing date I've ever been on. By far. He took me on one of those helicopter tours of the city to watch the sunset, and then we had sushi at Masa…"
"Holy shit, that's a Fifty Shades of Gay crap right there," Santana said, eyes a little wide, as she leaned against the counter. "A helicopter and dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city? And you didn't even suck his dick afterwards? That's cold, Hummel."
Kurt groaned and tried focusing on his coffee.
"Kurt, he's not pressuring you into doing anything, right?" Rachel asked, concern clear on her face.
"No, mom," Kurt replied, a little annoyed.
"I'm just saying, if he's taking you on such fancy and extravagant dates, maybe he expects something in return you're not willing to give him…" Rachel insisted, and Kurt wished he could take back the kindness of handing her the first cup of coffee. She clearly didn't deserve it.
"Please, like there's anything he wouldn't give willingly," Santana snorted. "He's like a cat in heat when it comes to that guy…"
"God, I hate you both," Kurt muttered under his breath. "And everything's fine, okay?"
"Of course everything's fine. That dinner must have been at least a couple thousand bucks. I would be fine, too," Santana replied with a smirk. "And I also would've put out, by the way. I don't think you get how this sugar daddy thing works…"
"He's not my sugar daddy, god, how many times do I have to say this?" Kurt exclaimed angrily. "And it's not like that, either. I actually told him I don't want to go to such expensive places… I just want to date him, to get to know him. I don't need him to spend a small fortune every time we go out…"
"Are you sure you are on the same page?" Rachel asked softly. "I mean, you guys are in two completely different moments of your lives…" She raised her hands when she saw Kurt was about to protest. "I'm just looking out for you. I don't want you to get hurt."
Kurt sighed heavily. "I know. I know. But it's hard for me to explain what it feels like when we're together. I don't think I ever felt this with anyone else, Rach. I just want to see where it goes…"
Rachel didn't look very convinced, but she didn't say another word.
"I still think you should have at least sucked his dick…" Santana retorted.
It was very satisfying, throwing a half-empty water bottle and watching Santana hurry to duck so it wouldn't hit her in the face.
As Kurt exited the elevator, he was immediately aware of the way the other interns were gathered together in a group, and how the whispers suddenly stopped when they saw him arrive. Used to this, Kurt simply rolled his eyes and made his way to his cubicle, wondering exactly what was bothering those idiots today.
"Good morning," he said with his phoniest smile.
He got a few glares in response, and not much else. Whatever, he wasn't here to make friends. He was here to do the best he could and learn as much as possible. They were just jealous that he was Isabelle's favorite…
There was a large bouquet of red and yellow roses on his desk, taking up a lot of space. He smiled at them and tried to move them aside to make room to work, thinking they were for Isabelle, but then the card caught his eye and he stopped abruptly. That was his name, scribbled elegantly on the little envelope.
Oh, so that was what the glares and whispers were all about…
The card was written in the same curvy handwriting and he bit his lip to hold back the huge grin that was trying to take over his face as he read it: "Kurt, thank you for last night. I hope these make your nightmarish day a little better. XXX, Blaine."
He wondered if this was what swooning felt like. He let himself fall on his chair and stared at the card for a little while. No one had ever sent him flowers before. No one had ever wanted to spoil him or woo him or treat him like this. It felt new and exciting, and Kurt had no idea what his heart was doing, but it seemed to be bouncing around inside his ribcage.
Feeling as if he were floating, he rearranged the flowers on his desk so they would be in plain sight as he worked, and propped the little card at the base. He simply looked at it for a little while, willing his heart to go back to normal, before he finally pulled his phone out of his bag.
[KURT – 7:06 AM]: You're unbelievable. Thank you so, so, so much.
He turned his computer on, eyes constantly going from his screen to the flowers and back again. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get much work done, but at the moment, he couldn't really care…
His phone buzzed with a text.
[BLAINE – 7:22 AM]: Good morning, Kurt. You're very welcome. Did you like them?
[KURT – 7:23 AM]: I LOVED them. They're gorgeous. You really didn't have to, though. But I also had a great time last night.
Kurt hesitated briefly, before he started typing again before his courage went out the window.
[KURT – 7:24 AM]: Would you let me return the favor soon? Take you out for dinner?
[BLAINE – 7:25 AM]: Glad you liked them. And I really wanted to. I hope that's an acceptable level of spoiling? ;)
[BLAINE – 7:25 AM]: I would love to go out again, yes. Maybe on Sunday? If you don't have to work?
Biting his smile back was proving to be completely useless. He was sure he looked like an idiot. He had no doubts at all that this would end up becoming more ammunition for the other interns to use against him. Screw them, though.
[KURT – 7:26 AM]: I'd say it's a perfect level of spoiling. Blaine Anderson, you really know how to woo a guy :)
[KURT – 7:27 AM]: I have to work at the diner but I'm otherwise free. I'll see if I can get one of the girls to change shifts with me so I'm free for dinner.
[BLAINE – 7:28 AM]: I'll be happy to do lunch/coffee if you can't get them to cover for you. Got to run now, arriving at Coop's. Talk to you later? X
That little X shouldn't have been sending shivers down his spine. This was ridiculous.
[KURT – 7:29 AM]: Have a lovely day, and thanks again!
He put the phone down just as Isabelle walked out of the elevator in her new Manolo Blahniks – oh she'd gotten the burgundy ones, Kurt had thought they were sold out – and waved at the room at large, before making a bee line for his desk. She kissed his cheek, careful not to leave rouge smudges on him, and smiled.
"Such lovely flowers!" She exclaimed in greeting. "Someone has an admirer, huh?"
Kurt felt like kicking his feet, giddy. "It looks like it, yes."
Gunther had something stuck to his teeth. It was incredibly distracting and terribly disgusting. Kurt would have told him, but he was being an asshole, so he deserved to have spinach or lettuce or whatever the hell that was right there on display on his front teeth. He deserved to be kicked in the balls, too, but Kurt knew that was a fantasy that would never come true. Still, it was nice to imagine how he would double over and scream in pain.
"And that's how we restock the paper towels in the bathroom," Gunther finished saying, talking as if he thought Kurt couldn't understand basic English. "Do you think you can handle it?"
"Yes, I'm sure I got it," Kurt, who had restocked the paper towels a thousand times, said in a monotone. It took all his strength not to glare at him right now.
"Good, then go do that. I have errands to run, so I'll be back later," Gunther said, slipping into his jacket without even looking at him.
Kurt watched him walk out the door and only then did he give him the middle finger. It wasn't as satisfying as he hoped. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the paper towels and went to the restroom to do as he was told.
When he came back out, he noticed some of the tables in his section weren't empty anymore, so he reached for a few menus, pasted the most genuine smile he could manage on his face and marched towards them. He was tired. He really didn't want to be here. He was sick of Gunther treating him like an idiot. He was sick of nasty customers who treated him like he was inferior just because he was serving them. He was sick of having to work all day every day just to make ends meet...
As he turned around to head back to the kitchen, he noticed Blaine standing near the door, and he forgot about everything he had just been feeling miserable about. A smile immediately took over his face, erasing the frown, relaxing his features, making him feel suddenly lighter.
It was ridiculous, the effect this man had on him.
"Blaine!" He exclaimed, going towards him. Blaine's eyes fell on him, and he smiled softly at him. "What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?"
Blaine watched him with his nose scrunched adorably, looking a little sheepish. "Hi Kurt. I hope you don't mind I came..."
"Not at all, I'm happy to see you," Kurt said, and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek because he couldn't help himself. He was rewarded by the slight blush that spread on Blaine's cheeks and the little grin that tugged at his lips.
"I was just on my way home and the cab drove by here and..." he shrugged, self-consciously. "I thought I'd stop by and say hi."
"Well, I'm glad you did," Kurt smiled, and then looked over his shoulder to check on his tables. "Do you have time to stay for a bit? I just need to place some orders and then maybe we can chat?"
"I'd love that. Of course I can stay," Blaine replied and then squeezed Kurt's hand briefly before he headed to one of the vacant tables in his section.
Kurt headed into the kitchen, placed the orders and then retrieved the pot of coffee. He stopped at the other tables first to fill the customers' cups and then went straight to Blaine, as if there was a magnetic force pulling at him. He looked amazing today, and that green sweater he was wearing made his eyes pop wonderfully. But he also seemed tired, sitting against the back of the booth like he was ready to fuse into the leather seat.
"Coffee?" He offered and Blaine smiled gratefully up at him as he poured him a cup. "You look exhausted. Are you okay?"
As Kurt placed the cup on the table in front of him, Blaine caught his hand in his before he could pull it back. It didn't matter, though – Kurt would have given him his hand willingly even if he hadn't caught it.
Blaine kissed his knuckles fleetingly and sighed. "It's been a long day. We had to tape the show and then Cooper had a photoshoot and I was running around non-stop. I think this is the first time I've sat down all day."
Kurt tightened his fingers around Blaine's for a moment. "Poor you. Have you eaten? Can I get you anything?"
"Oh," Blaine muttered, like he was just realizing how hungry he was. "You know what? If you get me a burger and some fries, you'll be my hero."
Kurt chuckled. "Coming right up."
The diner was too busy so unfortunately Kurt couldn't sit down with Blaine like he had on that first night, but he made sure to stop by his table often. Blaine devoured the burger like it was the first meal he'd had in years. He was working a little slower on the fries when Kurt could finally take a moment to hang out with him.
He sat across the table and let his head rest on his hand for a moment, just content to have a minute to breathe and hang out with him. "Thanks again for the flowers," he said. "Even Isabelle loved them. I was the envy of all the other interns."
Blaine chuckled and pushed the fries towards him in a silent offering. "I'm glad you liked them. I wasn't sure if you were the kind of guy who likes to get flowers."
Kurt scoffed playfully. "Of course I like to get flowers." He grabbed a French fry and popped it into his mouth. "What about you? Are you a flowers guy? A chocolate guy?"
Blaine arched an eyebrow. "Why? Are you planning to get me any?"
"Well, if I told you, that would ruin the surprise, don't you think?" Kurt said, nudging Blaine's foot with his under the table. He loved the way Blaine chuckled almost coyly, shaking his head like he couldn't believe Kurt was real.
Kurt knew exactly how he felt – he had a very hard time believing Blaine was real, too.
"How long until your shift ends?" Blaine asked.
"Like two more hours," Kurt said with a sigh. "This day has been endless."
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Blaine murmured wearily.
Kurt watched him for a moment, the way he was just slumped in his seat. It didn't look like the simple fatigue from a normal crazy day at work. It looked like Blaine was drained, like life was heavy baggage he carried on his shoulders. Kurt didn't know him enough to understand what that was, or to even figure out if he was right, but he knew him well enough to know something was wrong.
He glanced at his section – no one seemed to need him. Tommy, one of the other waiters, was standing behind the counter, drying glasses with the most boring expression on his face.
"Hey Tommy," he exclaimed as he stood up. "I'm taking my break now. Cover for me?"
Tommy blinked at him for a moment, as if Kurt had just dragged him out of some daydream. "Sure."
Kurt was already tugging on Blaine's hand to get him out of his seat. He started guiding him towards the exit. Blaine had barely managed to grab his coat, Kurt was wearing his uniform short-sleeved button down and the evening's chill hit him instantly.
"Where are we going?" Blaine asked, with a quick laugh.
"Just here," Kurt replied, as he pulled Blaine into the alley right next to the diner. He pushed him against the wall and immediately crowded him. "Sorry, I can't go around kissing customers in my workplace. I don't want to get fired."
Blaine's face lit up like it was Christmas morning. "You're going to freeze, silly boy," he said softly, throwing his coat around Kurt's shoulders and using it to tug him closer.
"I don't care," Kurt whispered, and surged forward.
It was an open-mouthed kiss right from the start, full of need. It was as if neither could get enough of the other, as if every frustration they had felt during the day was suddenly canalized into this – the way their lips slid together, the way their tongues met and sent sparks all over them, the way Kurt tilted his head for better access, the way Blaine let out a little groan deep in his throat...
What was it about this man that turned him into messy pile of hormones?
A passing truck with an incredibly loud horn startled them apart. Blaine let his head fall back against the wall with a soft chuckle, while Kurt just stood there, following the line of his throat with his eyes and refraining from licking at the taut skin there.
Instead, he reached up and touched Blaine's jaw almost reverently. There was a shadow of stubble already there, slightly scratchy against his fingertips, and some dark marks under his eyes. He really looked tired.
"You should go home, get some sleep," Kurt murmured, leaning in to kiss the place he had just grazed with his fingers. "Do you have to be up early tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Blaine said in a low, vaguely breathless voice. "But maybe I could stay until the end of your shift? Walk you to the subway?"
Kurt arched an eyebrow at him, a little smirk on his lips. "Walk me to the subway? We both know how that ended last time..."
Blaine laughed and pulled a little on his coat to get Kurt even closer. "Well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing, huh?"
"It wouldn't be, not at all," Kurt said, and he was tempted to say yes, to tell Blaine to wait for him, to ask him to let him spend the night, to stay awake until the sun came up just kissing every inch of his skin... "But I'll be seeing you again on Sunday, right?"
"Yeah," Blaine repeated as he nodded slowly. "Can't wait."
"Me neither," Kurt said, biting his lower lip to try and hold back some of the excitement that was about to spill out of him.
"Fine," Blaine said, with a cute little pout. "I'll go home. Let's go inside so I can pay my check..."
"Oh no, don't worry about that. It's on me," Kurt said at once.
"Are you going to let me pay for anything on Sunday?" Blaine asked.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Nope. I told you it was my turn."
"Then I'm paying for this meal tonight, since it wasn't a date," Blaine said cheekily, before he moved in to press a kiss on Kurt's cheek. "It was just an excuse to get to see you for a bit."
Kurt was about to burst. He didn't think anyone had ever made him feel like this, like he was ready to explode with how much enthusiasm and joy he felt at receiving a guy's attention.
They went back inside the diner, hands swaying between them, and Tommy glared at Kurt, like he thought it was unfair that Kurt got to take breaks to go make out with a handsome guy while he had to take care of his customers. Kurt didn't give a shit. Not a single one.
"Let me know when you get home?" Blaine muttered after he had paid his bill, and that sent a shiver down Kurt's spine. It was such a small thing, but the fact that Blaine wanted to know he made it home safely each night made him feel warm inside, like he mattered to someone. Like Blaine truly, truly cared. When Kurt nodded, Blaine leaned in for one last quick chaste kiss. "Okay. I'll see you on Sunday."
"Bye Blaine. Sleep well," Kurt said and stood at the door, watching him go, until Tommy yelled at him to snap out of it.
For the rest of the night, he wished he had just gone home with Blaine.
Saturday was spent pretty much as every other day in Kurt's life: half of it trying to catch up with school work and the other half working at the diner and fighting the need to punch Gunther's teeth out whenever he opened his mouth.
But once Sunday arrived, it was like he was born again – he woke up feeling refreshed and excited and, for once, he didn't think about all the things in his life that were calling for his attention. He just wanted today to be a perfect day.
"What the hell is that?" Santana asked as she walked out of her room.
Kurt, who was sitting on the couch with a green goop on his face and two slices of cucumber on his eyes, said, with some difficulty: "What is what?"
"That shit on your face," Santana said, and Kurt felt the couch cushion next to his dipping as she sat down.
"Oh, it's a matcha mask I bought a few weeks ago and hadn't had a chance to try yet," Kurt explained, speaking slowly as not to disrupt the mask. It wasn't supposed to crack. "Do you want to try it? I left it on my bed, go get it."
"Maybe later," Santana replied with a bit of a scoff. "I don't quite feel like impersonating the Grinch right now."
"I would never imagine that," Kurt said and obviously didn't see the punch coming, but he definitely felt it when she landed it on his arm. "Ouch! Quit that! You're going to leave a bruise."
"I hate you because I wasn't supposed to work today and now I have to and I don't feel like it," Santana grumbled moodily.
"Oh come on," Kurt muttered. "Don't be like that. I cover for you when you have dates all the time."
"I know," Santana said, and Kurt was sure she was rolling her eyes at him. "So what do you have planned? I don't think you have the budget for the kind of date this guy would enjoy."
The timer he had set on his phone went off, so he took off the cucumber slices and stood up. As he marched towards the bathroom, he said: "Shut up. Don't make me nervous."
"Why would you be nervous?" Santana, who had followed him into the bathroom, asked. "You already slept with him. The magic is gone."
Kurt didn't reply until he had washed the mask off his face. He dried his skin with a towel carefully, trying to gauge the result on the mirror. "You can't think that. That's really sad, Santana."
"Well, what if it's true?" Santana shrugged. "What if he only wants to sleep with you because you're young and perky and, I assume by the outline sometimes visible through your super tight pants, you have a big dick?"
He threw the towel at her. It wasn't even nearly satisfying enough. ""Shut up!" He repeated, this time louder. "And please don't look at my dick."
"Stop wearing pants that are clearly made for ten year old boys and I won't have to look at it," Santana retorted. She was infuriating. "I hope he thinks taking your clothes off is enough foreplay, because it must take at least three hours for you to shimmy out of them..."
He decided that ignoring her was the easiest approach. He left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to get some water. Hydration was a key pre-date ritual. It made his skin glow.
Ignoring her might have been easy, but it sure wasn't effective. She followed him like a puppy with separation anxiety. "Have you told your dad about him yet?"
Kurt almost choked on the water. "What? Of course not. We've only been on one date."
"Please, you've called home for less," Santana said, and this time he did see her when she rolled her eyes. "You tell him everything."
"And I will tell him about Blaine when the time comes," Kurt said.
"I can't wait to hear what Burt has to say about dating a guy almost twice your age," Santana laughed. She jumped to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter. "We all know he's the coolest dad in the world, but there has to be a limit to what he can tolerate. I wonder if this is it."
Kurt hadn't thought about it. He had forgotten that just because he was okay with the age difference, not everyone might be. He knew it didn't matter, ultimately – if he and Blaine wanted to be together, it was no one's business but theirs...
But he would always, always need his dad's approval.
God, he hated Santana Lopez and her big, big mouth.
After regarding himself in the mirror for a few seconds, Blaine huffed and undid the bowtie. He probably needed to go with the maroon one, it would look so much better with the jacket he was planning to wear…
His phone began to buzz where he had left it on his bed. He fished it out from under the pile of polos and button downs quickly, in case it was Kurt letting him know he was almost there. He was supposed to meet him at the subway. It wasn't Kurt, though, but his brother. He accepted the call as he made his way back to the bowtie drawer (of course he had a bowtie drawer).
"Hi, little brother!" Cooper said, voice full of enthusiasm.
"Hey Coop, what's up?" He asked in greeting.
"There's a game on tonight," Cooper replied. "I thought you might want to come see it with me, have a few beers, maybe order some pizza?"
"Oh," Blaine said, as he retrieved the bowtie he wanted and marched back towards the mirror to put it on. "That sounds great, Coop, but I can't tonight. I have a date."
"A date?" Cooper repeated, and whatever excitement that had been present in his tone vanished. "Again? Really?"
"Well, yeah," Blaine said, and he couldn't help how pleased he sounded. "The first one went really well, so…"
"I see," his brother muttered, and there was a moment of silence before he added: "Well, you're going to have to tell me more about him, then."
"I promise I will," Blaine said, checking himself out in the mirror. He wondered if Kurt would notice how great his ass looked in these pants… "Hey, since I got you on the phone, I should remind you that you have a session with your personal trainer at eight tomorrow. I'll see you at the studio afterwards. We have one last day of auditions to tape and then it's time for the next stage."
"Okay," Cooper said. "I'll see you tomorrow, then…"
"Of course. Enjoy the game, Coop!" Blaine exclaimed, and Cooper didn't say anything else, he just hung up.
Blaine frowned at his phone for a moment, but before he could consider his brother's attitude long enough to wonder what the hell was up with him, his phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Kurt, letting him know he would be at the subway station in about fifteen minutes. Blaine couldn't hold back the smile as he typed a response and, once he had sent the message, he looked at himself in the mirror, more satisfied this time.
He quickly put away the mess he had made while getting dressed, and then grabbed his jacket and his coat to leave the house. He didn't want to keep Kurt waiting.
The subway had to be one of the worst and most disgusting parts of New York City. It always smelled of pee and strong body odors. Kurt couldn't hold onto one of the poles without fearing he was about to catch some deadly virus, and if you didn't enjoy having your personal space violated, then you were bound to have a really bad time.
But, if he had to be honest, he didn't really care much about any of those things when he rode the subway with Blaine. He was too lost in him to notice anything else. Blaine stood close to him, almost crowding him, one hand grabbing onto the pole next to them, the other pressed loosely to the small of Kurt's back. He looked fantastic even in the horrible white light of the subway car, his eyelashes impossibly long and casting shadows down on his cheekbones.
Kurt never would have believed it but it turned out that subways were better than town cars.
Since it was obvious he was allowed to touch Blaine if he wanted to, he curled his arm around his waist, pulling him a little closer. Blaine, who was telling him about a documentary he had watched the previous night, simply smiled up at him warmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
They walked out of the subway and up the stairs towards the street above hand in hand. There was something different about Blaine today – he seemed lighter, more joyful, like there was nothing that could bring him down today. Kurt was happy to see him like this. He didn't know exactly why Blaine always seemed to be carrying the world on his shoulders, but he deserved a break. He deserved to smile and stop in the middle of the sidewalk because a cute dog walked by and pulled on its leash so Blaine could scratch its ears. He deserved to be tugged by the hand to stand under the awning of a deli so Kurt could kiss him.
"So, you still haven't told me where we're going," Blaine commented after they had walked a few blocks, Kurt's lips still tingling from their last kiss.
"Well, I thought we could go with a classic date today," Kurt said, and he couldn't help the edge of nerves that slipped into his voice. "Movie and then dinner?"
He had saved his tips the entire week and had even taken some money from his lunch budget to be able to afford this. He now realized maybe it wasn't enough – how could he compete with a helicopter tour and sushi at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city?
But Blaine still looked absolutely contented to be there. "That sounds amazing. Did you have a movie in mind?"
Some of the nerves seemed to ease at that. "Well, the Film Forum is playing All About Eve so…"
"Oh! Bette Davis, great choice!" Blaine said excitedly.
"I thought we might enjoy watching a classic more than one of those new blockbusters filled with explosions and nonsense," Kurt shrugged, but he was relieved that Blaine seemed to like the idea. "They're playing Guys and Dolls next week, maybe we can catch that, too…"
Blaine nudged him with his shoulder a bit, the smile still on his face. "It's a date."
A third date already, and they weren't even done with their second one…
The credits rolled on the screen, but neither of them noticed. Sitting at the back of the movie theatre, their arms around each other, they continued to kiss like they couldn't get enough. The armrest was digging painfully on Blaine's ribs but he didn't care – the way Kurt's tongue swiped over his own made up for it enormously.
They pulled away after a while, breathing heavily, Kurt's hand coming to rest on the back of Blaine's neck while Blaine dipped his head and kissed his jaw and neck, tiny little pecks here and there.
"You make me feel like a teenager again," Blaine murmured against his perfect skin. "Making out in the back of a movie theatre? I think I might be too old for this, and yet I can't stop."
"Oh shush," Kurt said, with a quick laugh. "Did you use to make out in the back of movie theatres often? Because this is the first time I've done it, so what does that say about me?"
"Only good things, of course," Blaine said, lips brushing Kurt's jaw up to his ear. "And not very often, I promise. Maybe once or twice."
Kurt let out a little groan as Blaine's teeth grazed his earlobe. "You're a bad, bad man."
"I'll try not to be a bad influence on you," Blaine whispered.
Kurt sighed, half in contentment, half in sexual frustration. "We should probably get out of here before someone comes kick us out."
Blaine had to agree, even if a bit reluctantly. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight.
The sky had darkened while they were in the movie theatre and there was something wonderful about feeling Kurt's hand in his as they navigated the always busy Manhattan streets. He let him guide him, happy to go with him wherever Kurt wanted to take him.
They ended up at a small, quaint Trattoria in Bleeker St. sitting across from one another at a little table by the window, sharing bites of linguini al pesto and gnocchi, the light of the candle between them flickering and painting ephemeral shapes on the brick wall.
It seemed as if the desire that had started sparking at the movie theatre (or had it maybe already started once they greeted each other at the subway, when Kurt's face lit up at the sight of him?) was well on its way to burning. Blaine had never had this kind of chemistry before – just feeling Kurt's gaze on him was enough to make him melt. He wanted to be touching him constantly and the sight of Kurt's lips made him feel a craving deep down inside of him, knowing they would taste so sweet and feel so perfect anywhere Kurt chose to kiss him.
But it wasn't just the physical attraction, although it was certainly overwhelming at times, it was the way he couldn't stop hanging onto every single word Kurt said. It was so refreshing to meet someone who had his feet on the ground, so humble and kind, and yet so incredibly interesting, witty and smart.
Kurt covered his mouth with his hand, eyes a little wide, as he finished chewing on a gnocchi he had stolen from Blaine's plate. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. I've been talking non-stop. Am I boring you?"
Blaine smiled and reached across the table for his free hand, bringing it a little closer and just holding it right there on the tablecloth next to the bread basket. "You could never bore me. You have such interesting stories about the Vogue offices. It must be crazy working there."
"It is, it definitely is," Kurt nodded. "For a kid from Ohio like me, it's some sort of paradise. But I really don't want to be the one talking all night. Come on, tell me something. Anything."
"Anything?" Blaine chuckled. "I don't think I'm that interesting, Kurt."
"I beg to differ," Kurt said, eyes soft and fixed on Blaine. "I find you very, very interesting." He pulled on his hand a little. "Come on. I want to get to know you. Tell me the first thing that comes to mind."
"Okay, uhm..." Blaine paused, trying to think of something and was momentarily distracted by the instrumental Italian music playing softly in the background. "Well, I wanted to be a musician when I was a kid. I love music."
Kurt looked at him like he couldn't wait to hear the whole story. "That's great. Do you play any instruments?"
"A few, but I mostly gravitate towards the piano," Blaine shrugged.
"Well, you have lovely pianist hands, so I'm not surprised," Kurt teased him, eliciting a quick laugh from him. "What made you change your mind?"
"Oh," Blaine murmured, like he hadn't realized where this topic would lead. "Well. My brother and my father, mostly. The business, in general. I was surrounded by it from a very early age, and it's really not the best environment to grow up in."
"I'm sorry," Kurt said gently. "Did your father work in entertainment, too?"
Something seemed to tighten inside of Blaine. "Yes, but he wasn't a performer. He was Cooper's manager and he produced a few of his early solo records. He also..." He paused, reached for his glass and wished he had ordered wine as he took a sip. "He also managed my career, or the very little of it there was at one point."
Kurt blinked at him as if in surprise. "Your career?"
Since he didn't have any wine, Blaine allowed himself to eat some of the rapidly cooling gnocchi left on his plate. This wasn't something he liked to talk about, but part of him really wanted Kurt to know. He wanted Kurt to know everything about him.
"I had what they called a 'one-hit wonder' when I was younger. I was supposed to make a record, but the deal fell through. We couldn't get enough interest and..." Blaine paused and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Honestly, I lost my motivation. They wanted me to make music that would sell, not the music I wanted to make, and it was all very toxic and a really big pressure and... I don't know..."
"Hey, Blaine," Kurt interrupted, frowning. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I can tell it isn't easy."
"No, no, I want to tell you," Blaine reassured him, patting his hand. "I'm just a bit embarrassed."
"I won't judge you, I promise," Kurt said and, as if he wanted to lighten up the moment, he looked away as if he was trying to hide from him. "I'm not even paying attention to you. I'm just eating my delicious linguini."
Blaine chuckled. This guy, this guy, this guy. His soul felt warm. It made him feel like he could do anything. "Well, okay. It's just... back then, it was a pretty big deal if you were gay. So I had to stay in the closet for a very long time. It caused some friction with my father, it could have impacted negatively on Cooper's career and I was all around miserable, I guess. I just wasn't allowed to be who I was in any way: not with my music, not with my sexuality. I felt really trapped, like nothing I did was ever enough."
Kurt put down his fork, a really sad expression on his face. He held Blaine's hand in both of his. "That's terrible. Blaine, I'm sorry."
"The world was a different place twenty years ago," Blaine shrugged, trying to sound like it didn't matter. "And even if I was in the spotlight very briefly, the pressure to be who others wanted me to be was too much to take. One of the first questions anyone asks you when you break into the business is if you have a girlfriend." He focused on the softness of Kurt's skin as his fingertips brushed the back of his hand, the inside of his wrist. "Whenever I had to attend an event, I would take my best friend, Tina. Everyone assumed she was my girlfriend. We didn't correct them. She was happy to help me out and she was the only one who knew who I truly was, what I felt. I owe her so much..."
Kurt's eyes were kind and patient. "Are you guys still friends?"
Blaine nodded. "Yes, we've been friends since high school. I actually introduced her to her now husband, Mike, I'm their kids' godfather..."
"I'm glad you had her in your corner, then, when you needed someone," Kurt muttered, and Blaine wondered if it was really that obvious, how alone he had been back then.
"Yeah..." Blaine said and lifted one of Kurt's hands to brush a kiss to his knuckles. "I'm sorry, can we change the subject? It's not that I don't want to tell you everything, but I don't want to ruin this wonderful date, and I can't avoid it affecting my mood."
"Of course," Kurt said at once, with a little understanding smile. "Just know that if you ever need to talk about it, I'm here. Now, tell me more about your godchildren? How old are they?"
They spent the rest of dinner talking about Sophie and Riley, about Tina and Mike, about how they were Blaine's family as much as Cooper was. By the time they asked for the check, they were talking about Kurt's family, which evidently was one of Kurt's favorite things to talk about, because his eyes just lit up when talking about his dad, his stepmother and his stepbrother.
"Sometimes I can't put up with Finn," Kurt laughed. "He's probably the most oblivious person who has ever existed, but he's kind and he's made it his mission to be a good brother to me when I needed him most. And honestly, I can't imagine my life or my family without him or Carole anymore."
The waitress returned then with the check and Kurt snatched it up before Blaine could even move, which made him chuckle. After Kurt paid, looking very pleased to do so, they bundled up in their coats and left the cozy restaurant for the chilly evening.
Blaine grabbed the lapels of Kurt's coat to pull him into a quick, rather chaste kiss. "Thank you for dinner. For this whole date, actually. I've had the best time."
"You're welcome." Kurt pulled him into another, not as chaste kiss. He then licked his lips, which was Blaine's doom, really. He felt his knees weakening at the sight. "Do you... uhm, do you have to call it a night already? Or do you have some time?"
"Well, I have the morning off. You...?" Blaine asked, unable to hide the hope in his voice.
"I have to be at Vogue early but I honestly don't care," Kurt said, and kissed him again, a little more intensely. He only pulled away when he needed to catch his breath.
"Want to go back to my place?" Blaine offered. "Stay the night?"
Kurt bit his lip and pretended to think about it. Blaine was ready to get down on his knees and beg.
"Well, I don't know. Will you make me breakfast in the morning?" Kurt murmured innocently.
"Darling, if you stay, I'll do whatever you want," Blaine whispered, before he kissed him again.
Blaine insisted on getting a cab back to his place, and even though it meant Kurt had to actually let him pay for something during this date, he realized he didn't give a shit. He didn't want to waste time only to keep track of who spent what, who could afford what, who owed who what. It was pointless and it wouldn't take them to Blaine's bed any faster. And, if Kurt had to be honest, the only thing that mattered was getting there as quickly as possible.
Keeping their hands to themselves in the cab was more difficult than it should have been. Kurt couldn't really understand this desperation that seemed to take over him whenever he was around Blaine – he had never been like this. What did Blaine wake in him? It seemed to be some kind of primal hunger.
They were shredding their clothes as soon as they crossed the front door, lips glued together rather sloppily, hands pulling at shirts and buttons impatiently. Kurt could already feel Blaine half-hard against his thigh and it took all his self-control not to push him against the door and fall down to his knees to suck him off.
"Wait, wait," Blaine muttered, but before saying anything else, he lowered his head and began to suck on Kurt's bare collarbone. He pulled away reluctantly after a few seconds, and Kurt had to resist the need to grab his hair and guide his mouth back where it had been. "Come on, let's go upstairs. We'll be more comfortable there."
Once they were in his bedroom, they removed the rest of their clothes and fell on the bed, kissing languidly as if they suddenly had all the time in the world. Their bodies were glued together, fully naked, and Kurt felt like he was feverish from the contact.
As they tangled their legs together, Kurt let his hand trail down Blaine's back, feeling the firm muscle under the tan skin, all the way to the curve of his ass. Blaine whined weakly into their kiss, so Kurt grew a little bolder. First he squeezed one of his cheeks, enjoying the way Blaine bucked into it, and then he went a little further and let his index finger slip between them. He touched Blaine's entrance briefly, nothing but a quick brush of his fingertip against it.
"Oh god, Kurt," Blaine said, voice a little hoarse from all the kissing. He cupped Kurt's face between his hands. His eyes had gone a bit wild, darker. "Do that again."
Kurt obliged, with a bit more intention, pressing against his entrance, loving the way Blaine responded so easily to it. "We might need some lube," he said with a smirk.
"We might need a lot of lube for what I'm planning," Blaine groaned, pressing back against his finger.
Kurt hummed in appreciation. "Oh, do tell."
"Well, I'm thinking I might want to ride you," Blaine said, and seriously, what was it with his eyes? They were like molten gold right now. "Would that be okay with you?"
It was Kurt's turn to groan now, as he moved in to kiss Blaine eagerly. "In what universe would that not be okay?"
It would remain one of the most erotic moments in Kurt's life, sitting against the headboard, Blaine straddling him, watching him as he stretched himself quickly. Kurt had offered, of course he had, but Blaine was a bit on edge already, wanted to get it done fast, and he knew exactly how much roughness he could take, what his body needed, what his limits were.
And Kurt wasn't about to complain when he was getting a show he would remember for the rest of his days.
Blaine was unfairly gorgeous, and Kurt couldn't look away from him. He pressed his hands to his thighs – his strong, strong thighs, the muscles so hard under his palms. His face was contorted in pleasure, brow furrowed, lips pursed, little puffs of breath coming out of him as his fingers opened him up.
Kurt could have come from that sight alone.
Fortunately, he didn't need to, because just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, Blaine slid closer, legs parting even wider, straddling him and getting comfortable on his lap. Unable to resist it, Kurt placed a hand on the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss, while Blaine rolled a condom on his cock. He was so hard it hurt.
Blaine sunk down and Kurt gasped at the sudden heat and pressure enveloping him. His hands flailed for a moment at his sides before he grabbed Blaine by the waist, bucking up a little, just enough so that he would finally be buried all the way in.
"Shit, Kurt," Blaine whined, brokenly. "God, it feels like.. it's too much."
"Do you want to stop?" Kurt asked at once, though it was the last thing he wanted.
"No, no," Blaine said immediately, meeting him for a sloppy wet kiss. "No. I should have stretched myself a bit more. That's all." He rolled his hips experimentally and let out a guttural sound that went straight to Kurt's cock. "You feel amazing, though. I'm just... I'm so full."
Kurt threw his head back against the wall and groaned. "Shut up or you're going to make me come."
Blaine smirked cheekily down at him as he pulled himself up, thighs getting tense, before he dropped himself back down again. "I thought that was the goal?"
Kurt couldn't even think of a witty reply because Blaine began to build a rhythm that left him absolutely speechless. It was obvious they both were right on the edge, because there was no more time to say anything, to tease each other, to think about anything but the way Blaine fucked himself onto Kurt's cock. Kurt tried to help, tried to buck up and meet his thrusts, but it was difficult – Blaine pushed him down every time, taking what he needed and giving back just as good.
When Kurt realized he was going to come, he wrapped his fingers around Blaine's cock. "Come on, Blaine. I'm close."
Blaine sped up, which Kurt hadn't thought possible at this point, lifting himself up and dropping back down hard and fast on Kurt's lap. There was sweat pooling on his collarbone. Kurt leaned in and lapped at it, before biting the same spot.
He came so hard and so suddenly that for a moment, he thought he had gone blind – his vision had turned bright and white, and he was pretty sure he had let his head fall back against the wall once more and screamed, but it could have also been Blaine who screamed, as he stilled, at last.
Blaine rested his forehead on Kurt's shoulder, panting, hands reaching for any part of Kurt they could find – his chest, his arm, his hair. "Fuck, Kurt. Fuck."
Kurt's cock twitched where it was still buried deep inside of him. "What the hell."
Still breathing agitatedly, Blaine began to trail kisses over Kurt's shoulder and up his neck. "Sorry. Was that too much?"
"Too much?" Kurt repeated incredulously, letting his hand fall on the small of Blaine's back. He was getting oversensitive, but he didn't care. He wanted to stay inside of him forever. "I might be clinically dead right now because you made me come my brains out, but no, that was absolutely perfect."
Blaine slowly pulled away, wincing a bit, and grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand to wipe his come from both of their chests. "Sorry. I'm not usually... I don't know what it is about you."
"Hey," Kurt said, catching his hand and making him look at him in the eyes. "I'm going to take that as a compliment, okay? Because this is the best sex I've ever had."
"Really?" Blaine asked, and he shouldn't have looked so hopeful and so adorable after what they had just done. It seemed sinful, almost. "This is the best sex I've ever had, too."
"Mm," Kurt muttered happily as he moved in to kiss him. "Then maybe we should keep doing it."
Blaine laughed. "You're insatiable."
"When it comes to you?" Kurt buried his fingers in Blaine's slowly loosening curls and brought him closer. "Always."
They didn't get much sleep that night.
Neither of them really cared.
These two go at it a lot in this story, in case you couldn't tell. This is just the fifth chapter. I don't think this has happened in my fics before. I don't think it'll happen again. So I hope you're enjoying, haha.
Thanks everyone for reading! I will be seeing you again on Saturday!
Love,
L.-
