Happy Saturday :)
Hope you guys had a great week. Thank you all for the comments on the previous chapter. Things are getting interesting ;)
Big hugs and gratitude to Christine for her help, as always, in revising this chapters and make them readable.
Cuddles for Sofi, for coming along on the ride and helping me through it.
Enjoy!
After his breakdown, Kurt tried to change his attitude and face his every day with a bit more positivity. It wasn't easy, because none of his problems had actually disappeared, but his conversation with Blaine helped. He was still tired, he still groaned in dismay when his alarm went off in the morning, he still hated the diner and he still had a hard time at NYADA. But he chose to look at Vogue under a different light – he had told himself a million times he wasn't there to make friends, so it shouldn't matter if the other interns were assholes or not.
Still, it didn't mean he didn't have days when he just wanted to give up.
"Are you sure everything's okay?" His father asked one evening, as they talked on the phone. He never failed to notice when something was wrong with his son, which was just one of the reasons Burt Hummel was the greatest dad in the world. "You sound really tired, Kurt."
"That's because I am tired, dad," Kurt said, trying to make light of the situation. "But I'm fine. Just busy."
"Are you taking any time off? You need to rest, you can't be running from one job to the other, and having to deal with school on top of it..." Burt paused, and Kurt could just picture him removing the baseball cap to run a hand down his bald head. The thought of it filled Kurt with longing and nostalgia – he missed his father so much.
"I try to rest as much as possible on my days off," Kurt said, and didn't mention that most of those days were spent with Blaine and the last thing they did was rest. "I'll be fine, dad. My internship ends next month, so..."
He pushed away the bitterness of having to let go of the one thing he enjoyed the most.
"I know how you get when you are busy," Burt said gruffly. "You even forget to eat sometimes. I bet you're skinny as a sheet of paper. If you could at least come home for Thanksgiving and let Carole feed you for a few days..."
Kurt rolled his eyes fondly. "Dad, I'm fine," he insisted. "And I'm taking care of myself. I still wish I could come over for Thanksgiving, but it's just not possible, especially not with Christmas just around the corner..."
"I could help you, Kurt," Burt insisted, in that stubborn Hummel way. "If the issue's money, then maybe I could help you out with rent and groceries and..."
"No, dad," Kurt said softly. "I'm not being difficult, I promise. It's just that I want to be able to do this by myself. I'm not a kid anymore, I shouldn't expect you to come rescue me whenever I'm in trouble..."
"That's exactly what a dad does, Kurt," Burt said with a sigh. "It's my job to help you."
"You've helped me enough," Kurt said, because he could be stubborn, too. "Please, dad. Understand this. I moved out – hell, I moved to a whole different state. I want to be independent and to live my own life and hopefully not be a burden to my parents. You have enough on your plate as it is."
It was very obvious Burt didn't agree with what he was saying, but he knew there was no way of talking his son out of something once he had made his mind. He let out a very heavy sigh. "Well, son, we're going to miss you, you know?"
There was a knot in Kurt's throat. He tried to swallow it down. "I know. I'll miss you guys, too."
Sometimes it was so, so hard, being so far away.
As soon as Cooper Anderson exited the car, there was a flashing light as the paparazzi began to take their pictures. Cooper immediately grinned, looking dashing, and waved in a friendly way. While he was busy dazzling his audience, Blaine got out of the car and retrieved the suitcases from the trunk.
The model Cooper had invited on his holiday, Dalia, got out of the car as well and threaded her arm through his, smiling up at him. She was a gorgeous woman, the kind that appeared often on the front cover of fashion magazines. The kind his brother dated often.
Blaine walked them inside the airport, carrying their luggage since they were so busy posing for pictures and greeting people. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes – if he did that every time Cooper made a spectacle of himself in public, Blaine's eyes would get permanently stuck. It wasn't worth the risk.
Dalia tossed her hair behind her shoulder and kissed Cooper's cheek. "I'm going to use the restroom before we go through check-in."
They watched her go, hips swaying expertly, and when Blaine turned back to his brother, Cooper waggered his eyebrows at him, suggestively.
"She's really hot, isn't she?" He said.
Now Blaine did allow himself to roll his eyes. Sometimes he just couldn't help it. "She's very beautiful, Coop. Just like every other girl you date." He opened his satchel and extracted the tickets as well as Cooper's passport. "Hold on to this and don't lose it. It doesn't matter how charming you are, if you lose your tickets they won't let you board the plane."
"I know that," Cooper said, pretending to be annoyed. He put everything away, making a big show of it as if he wanted to reassure Blaine that he wasn't such an idiot. Blaine still had his doubts. "What about you? Are you spending Thanksgiving with Tina and her spawn?"
Blaine huffed indignantly. "Hey, stop that. They're my family, you know that," he said, punching Cooper on the shoulder. "And yes, that's the plan."
Cooper rubbed his shoulder, pouting in a way that looked almost ridiculous on a nearly fifty year old. "Ouch. Okay, fine. Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Apparently Dalia has a gay brother, too. You two could come join us on our tropical vacation."
"Thanks, Coop, but I'm still seeing Kurt, so..." he said, and it looked like Cooper wanted to ask him about it, but Dalia returned then and his interest fizzled out as he turned to stare at her instead. Blaine sighed. "Okay, guys. Have a wonderful vacation. Call me if you need anything, Coop."
Cooper caught his arm and pulled him into a hug, taking Blaine a bit but surprise, but a welcomed one. He wrapped his arms around him and patted his back.
"Have a nice holiday, Squirt," he whispered in his ear. "I'll see you when I come back."
"Have fun, Coop. Don't do anything crazy, okay?" Blaine smiled into his shoulder. "Happy Thanksgiving."
Blaine walked out of the terminal and back to the waiting car. As soon as he closed the backseat door, the driver expertly waved back into traffic. Blaine took his phone out of his pocket. He had a missed call from Kurt, just a few minutes old. He called him back at once.
"Oh hey, sorry. I forgot you were taking Cooper to the airport," Kurt said in way of greeting as soon as he picked up.
"No problem. I just dropped him and his girlfriend off, and I'm back in the car. How's everything over there?" Blaine asked.
Things had been a little weird lately. Not bad, not really. Just... different. He still enjoyed being with Kurt and thought about him all the time, but he felt like something had changed after their argument the previous week, like there was an invisible barrier between them, and he wasn't sure who had been the one to build it.
Age-appropriate.
He couldn't lie to himself – that had stung.
Was it a matter of time before Kurt was truly bothered by the age difference? Sometimes the things said in the heat of an argument were the most honest ones...
Blaine wished he could just forget about it. He liked Kurt, liked him more than he had liked anyone in a very long time. But he wasn't sure if he could be something Kurt wanted for the long haul, after the novelty of being together wore off...
Tina had told him he needed to have fun, to have something casual, to just enjoy the sex. Maybe that was what Blaine was supposed to be doing, and he was reading too much into it.
But Kurt had also said he was happy when he was with him...
Definitely reading too much into it.
"Well, the girls are finishing packing up and they'll leave after dinner," Kurt said, his voice too even, and it was obvious he was trying to hide how upset he was that he was the only one not going home for the holidays. "And I'm cooking, so... I made a hell of a lot of Fettucine Alfredo, if you'd like to have dinner with us?"
Dinner with the roommates. That was definitely not casual.
But Blaine would be a liar if he said he didn't want to see Kurt. For starters, it was a better option than going home, where no one was ever waiting for him.
Plus, he always wanted to spend time with him.
"Id' love that," he said softly. "Should I bring anything?"
"Just yourself," Kurt said, and now his voice was like a caress.
Once they hung up, Blaine put the phone back in his pocket and leaned slightly forward to address the driver: "There's been a change in plans, Hugh. I'm going to Bushwick."
Hugh only nodded.
Once they made it to Kurt's building, Blaine told Hugh he would get a cab back to his place, so that he could go and start enjoying the long weekend with his family. Hugh smiled at him gratefully (Blaine suspected he liked him more than he liked Cooper, which was nice, that someone actually preferred him for once) and Blaine got out of the car.
Blaine smiled as the door to the loft slid open, expecting to see Kurt, but he was suddenly faced with a smirky Santana Lopez, wearing such a tight outfit that Blaine couldn't really imagine how she could ever be comfortable. She leaned against the doorway, long legs encased in leather pants, her red blouse like a second skin on her, and regarded Blaine with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, well, well," she said, looking like the cat who got the cream. "What do we have here?"
"Hi, Santana," Blaine said politely. "I'm afraid we haven't officially met. I'm Blaine."
He offered his hand to her, but she just kept staring like he was some sort of delicious treat.
"Oh, I know. I've heard a lot about you..."
"Santana!" Kurt's voice said from somewhere behind her, before he appeared at her shoulder, a little out of breath. He seemed to have run to the door. "Don't be creepy. Blaine, hi. I'm sorry about her, please come in."
Blaine gladly accepted Kurt's hand and let him pull him into the apartment. The living room area was a mess of clothes and suitcases, but there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and the table was set beautifully.
"Don't mind her, she's an acquired taste," Kurt said, as he stopped right at the stove, where there was a pot of water boiling. He tugged on Blaine's hand a little to get him a little closer. "Hi again."
"Hi," Blaine whispered, as he let his free hand move up to cup Kurt's cheek, his fingers mindlessly and softly scratching at the hair right behind his ear. He got distracted for a moment, looking at Kurt's blue eyes.
"Thank you for coming," Kurt muttered, his other hand settling on Blaine's chest, right above his heart.
"Thank you for inviting me," Blaine replied, and brought him in for a kiss, slow and gentle, their lips sliding together easily, as if it was second nature. He swiped his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt pushed his tongue against his, just a little tease that was gone before Blaine could suck it into his mouth and things could escalate.
Which was fortunate, because he couldn't ignore the feeling that they were being watched. He pulled away after a few seconds, wishing he didn't have to, and looked aside to find Santana standing awkwardly close, watching them with unhidden interest.
"You know, if you guys did porn, you would make so much money," she commented and then tilted her head, as if considering her words, before looking at Blaine. "Well, not like you need it, from what I've heard."
"Santana!" Kurt scolded her, and then glanced at Blaine apologetically. "I'm sorry about her."
Blaine tried to chuckle the awkwardness away. "It's fine. So, Santana, you're having your first one-on-one session with Cooper next week, right?" A change of subject seemed like the best strategy. "Are you looking forward to it?"
"I am," Santana admitted. "I'm ready to never wear an apron and serve people coffee ever again."
"That makes two of us," Kurt muttered under his breath as he dropped the fettucine in the boiling water.
Blaine placed a soothing hand on the small of Kurt's back, a silent gesture of comfort and encouragement, but his eyes were still on Santana. "I really loved your audition. You're very talented."
"Oh," Santana seemed taken aback by the compliment, like she hadn't been expected, but then she smiled, clearly pleased. "Thank you."
"Can you let Rachel know dinner's almost ready?" Kurt asked her, and once she had walked away, he turned to Blaine. "Nice one. A compliment usually goes a long way with her."
"Well, it was a sincere one. She really is good," Blaine replied. He then looked around the kitchen, trying to find a way to make himself useful. "How can I help?"
Kurt grabbed a loaf of garlic bread from a cabinet and set it on the counter. "Could you slice that for me, please?"
"Sure," Blaine said, and looked around until Kurt pointed to a drawer. He grabbed a knife and got to work. "So, how was your day?"
"It was good. It was actually better than most of my days lately. It probably has something to do with the fact that I don't have to work or think about school for a couple of days," Kurt said as he stirred the pasta. "I don't know how I managed to get both Thursday and Friday off from the diner, especially with so many of the staff away for the holidays, but it feels like a miracle."
Blaine leaned in to drop a kiss on the curve of his shoulder. "You deserve the time off. Do you have any plans?"
"Well, not really," Kurt shrugged. "I'll probably catch up on homework and sleep."
Blaine frowned. "Are you going to be alone for the holidays?" When Kurt nodded, clearly trying to pretend it didn't bother him, Blaine said: "Kurt, why didn't you say so? I assumed you were going to meet with other friends or something."
"Nope, just me and probably some leftover pasta," Kurt shrugged again.
"Kurt," Blaine put the knife down and turned to him. He tugged on his arm to get him closer and wrapped his own arms around his waist, smiling at him. "You silly boy. I don't want you to be alone for Thanksgiving. And you know I'll be happy to have as much time as possible with you, so you should have said something."
"I know, I know, I just didn't want to intrude and... well, it's kind of pathetic, I guess," Kurt said, scrunching his nose adorably. "And I've been really bummed about not getting to see my family, so..."
"I know that," Blaine gently brushed a strand of hair off Kurt's face. "Listen, Mike and Tina have actually been bugging me about bringing you along for dinner sometime, so... why don't you join us tomorrow? They'll be happy to have you and I definitely will be happy to get to spend the day with you..."
Kurt bit his lip. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Blaine kissed his cheek and pulled away because they had gotten distracted and the pasta was boiling over. Kurt hurried to handle that while Blaine went back to slicing bread.
"Okay, then..." Kurt glanced at him sheepishly. "If it makes you happy to spend time with me, does that mean you will stay tonight?"
"Of course," Blaine agreed at once. "We'll have to stop by my place so I can change tomorrow before we head over to Tina's, but I'd love to stay tonight."
Kurt drained the pasta and poured it into the sauce pan, before leaning in and kissing Blaine's shoulder, as if returning the little kiss Blaine had dropped on his earlier. "Thank you."
A few minutes later, they were all sitting around the kitchen table. Blaine, who had heard a lot about Rachel from Kurt, was surprised at how kind and sweet she was when she introduced herself to him. From the stories Kurt had told him about her arguments with Santana, he had expected her to be very difficult...
"So, Blaine," she said as he passed her the bread basket, a bright smile on her face. "What exactly are your intentions with Kurt?"
Kurt groaned and dropped his face in his hand. "Rachel, don't be annoying, please, for once in your life."
"What?" She said innocently. "I'm just looking out for you. I want to make sure Blaine knows how special you are and how lucky he is that you even give him the time of day..."
Kurt opened his mouth to scold her again, but Blaine beat him to it: "Trust me, Rachel, I know exactly how lucky I am."
Kurt's eyes softened as he glanced at him.
"Oh really?" Santana said, smirk back on her face.
"Well, it's not every day that such a kind, intelligent, bright, talented and gorgeous guy gives me the time of day, as you put it, so..." Blaine twirled the pasta on his fork. "I'm not really taking it for granted."
"You forgot to add young to that list," Santana said under her breath.
Blaine, fork frozen halfway to his mouth, looked at her. Kurt was mortified, already telling her to shut up, but Blaine reached out and placed his hand on his to calm him. "Hey, it's fine. I don't mind. I do realize there's an obvious age difference..." He looked at Kurt quickly. "But if it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother me."
Age-appropriate.
God, he wished he could forget about it already.
"Why would it bother him?" Santana muttered, clearly amused by the situation. "You're hot and rich, and you have a famous brother, which I'm sure can be very convenient, so..."
Blaine could feel the little pasta he had managed to eat sitting heavily in his stomach.
"Santana, shut up," Kurt hissed angrily. "If you two can't behave, then this is the first and the last time we're all having dinner together. You guys are horrible friends..."
Rachel seemed to have noticed she had ruined things, because she hurried to change the direction of the conversation, and instead told them about something that had happened to her at rehearsals that day. Blaine was only half-listening, because there was a very insistent buzz in his head that he couldn't seem to shake off.
Kurt placed a hand on his thigh under the table, blue eyes filled with concern. "Hey," he whispered, so only Blaine could hear. "I'm so sorry. They're really stupid and immature..."
Blaine painted a smile on his face. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
It was obvious Kurt wanted to say something else, but he didn't want to get into it in front of his friends, so he let it go.
The rest of dinner went a lot better, mostly because Rachel filled every gap in the conversation easily, not giving much opportunity to notice the awkwardness that had set on the table all around them. Once they were done eating, Blaine busied himself cleaning up the table while Kurt helped them with their suitcases. They called a cab and Blaine, who was a gentleman even if he wasn't feeling well, offered to help them take their luggage down. So he and Kurt grabbed a suitcase each and saw them out. The hugs Kurt shared with them seemed a little strained.
They returned to the apartment, now blissfully empty, and Kurt leaned against the closed door, watching Blaine with an embarrassed look in his eyes.
"I am so sorry about them," he said. "There are times when I can't remember exactly why I'm friends with them. Today is one of those times."
"Kurt, it's fine," Blaine reassured him, but he felt tired and spent. "People will make comments about us whenever they see us together."
"But doesn't that make you angry?" Kurt asked, frowning.
Blaine didn't reply. He didn't want Kurt to know exactly how upset he felt, how inadequate. He didn't want to care about what other people thought, but what Rachel and Santana had said pierced right through his chest. They looked at him and saw an old guy who wanted to fuck their best friend, a guy who had money, a guy who had connections, who could be useful.
Why did no one ever see him?
Blaine's silence was clearly all the answer Kurt needed. He walked to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the couch. They sat close together, Kurt's knee pressed to the side of Blaine's thigh, his arm stretched behind him on the back of the couch, his other hand settling on his chest, as if searching for the beat of his heart.
"Talk to me," Kurt whispered, fingers massaging the back of his neck. "You've been awfully quiet lately."
Blaine let out a sigh. "It's all fine, Kurt..." Kurt arched an eyebrow, an expression that told Blaine he wasn't going to take any of his bullshit right now. It made him chuckle. "Okay, alright. Not everything is perfect. I can't help but worry sometimes. I know we have this really amazing, burning chemistry in bed, but..."
"Amazing, burning chemistry, huh?" Kurt retorted, biting his lip.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah. Or is it just me?"
"It's definitely not just you," Kurt said, and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Just the smallest touch from him always seemed to start a bonfire in Blaine's belly. "So, what, you worry about our chemistry out of bed?"
"I worry you're going to get bored," Blaine said, and Kurt opened his mouth as if to protest, but Blaine squeezed his hand to stop him. "I worry about the way people see us, and about their comments getting to us. I worry about this not being what you expected. I worry about people looking at me next to you and thinking all the wrong things..."
"Blaine," Kurt said sadly. "We can't control what others think. We can't worry about that."
"Yeah, I know. It's not easy to ignore it, though," Blaine shrugged.
"I'm aware, especially when my friends are being such idiots. Again, I'm sorry about that," Kurt said. "And I'm also sorry about what I said the other day, because I'm sure it had some impact on how you feel. I didn't mean it. I was angry and stupid, and I didn't mean it."
Blaine leaned his head on the back of the couch, turning slightly so he could face him. "It would be alright if you meant it, though. If that's how you feel..."
It was Kurt who rolled his eyes now, before he climbed on Blaine's lap, straddling him. Blaine hurried to put his arms around him so he wouldn't fall backwards, but Kurt had a good grip, and his eyes were bright, hypnotizingly so.
"Okay, can we agree on something?" Kurt murmured, and he was so close that it would be so easy for Blaine to simply shift and press his lips to any part of him – his mouth, his cheek, his neck, his collarbone. "We can't control what other people say and think about us, but we're in charge of what we think, what we do. And as long as we enjoy ourselves and each other, as long as we like being together... nothing else should matter, right?"
Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's back as he felt the smile tugging at his lips. "Right."
"So can we please just do that? Enjoy ourselves?" Kurt said, his mouth so close to Blaine's he could hardly think.
"Okay," he said dumbly, eyes fixed on Kurt's tantalizingly pink lips.
"And, Blaine..." Kurt muttered, fingers trailing down the line of buttons on his shirt. "I'm definitely not bored."
Blaine surged forward, capturing Kurt's mouth in a deep kiss, a little desperate. Kurt held on to his shirt, pulling him closer, breath coming out in a heavy exhale through his nose. They kissed and they kissed and they kissed, until their lips felt a little tender and the temperature in the room seemed to have risen without them noticing.
Kurt pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, and Blaine sucked on it, touching it with his own, enjoying the way Kurt moaned at it, the way he began to rock on his lap, almost like he didn't notice what he was doing.
Blaine chased his mouth when Kurt broke the kiss, panting slightly. His chest was heaving like he had just run a marathon.
"Don't you dare move," Kurt murmured, and slid off his lap to kneel on the floor, right between Blaine's legs.
"I'm not going anywhere," Blaine replied, voice a little hoarse.
Kurt took his time undoing Blaine's pants, tugging them down his legs, kissing the inside of his thighs as he did so. He took his shoes off so he pulled the pants off and dropped them on the floor, and then made his way up Blaine's leg, kissing from his calf to his thigh, looking at him from under hooded eyes.
"You're going to kill me," Blaine said, and the bonfire that had started inside of him was growing wilder.
Kurt bit and sucked on the sensitive inner side of his thigh, and then soothed the skin with his tongue. "You can always ask me to stop."
"Not exactly what I had in mind," Blaine said with a chuckle.
It was as if Blaine's brain had short-circuited. He couldn't remember what he had been upset about just a handful of minutes ago. All he could focus on was Kurt, on his knees between his legs, looking gorgeous. He was already half-hard in his briefs, and it was taking all his self-control not to reach out and touch himself.
He was rewarded when Kurt trailed up from his thigh to the more and more obvious bulge in his underwear. It was just a brush at first, along the outline, and then when he reached the head, he parted his lips and sucked him into his mouth through the fabric.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine whined, and let one of his hands fall on the back of Kurt's head, cupping it, keeping him close.
Kurt mouthed along the shaft until the fabric was wet and clinging to Blaine's already sensitive skin. He felt like he was losing his mind with this sweet kind of torture Kurt was performing on him.
Finally, when he felt like he was ready to beg, Kurt hooked his fingers on the waistband of Blaine's underwear and tugged them down, Blaine lifting his hips to allow him to take them off him. Kurt didn't waste a single second, lowering his head again and sucking him in, just the tip at first, swirling his tongue around him and through the slit, making Blaine whine deep down in his throat.
Kurt wrapped his fingers around the base, thumb stroking the vein on the underside, and pulled off to give little kitten licks at him that shouldn't have driven Blaine this mad, but god, they did. Kurt looked up at him, nose slight scrunched, and he shouldn't have looked this adorable with a dick so close to his face.
"Okay, probably time to admit that this is not something I've done often enough, so if you have any pointers..." he said bashfully.
"You don't have to do it if you don't like it," Blaine reassured him at once.
"No, no, I want to," Kurt said, and sucked the head back in, hollowing his cheeks and nearly sending Blaine into a coma, to prove his point. "Just don't expect me to be as good as you at it."
Blaine bit his lip, cradling Kurt's cheek. "Just keep doing what you were doing. It felt amazing."
"Really?" Kurt asked, looking very pleased and happy.
"Really," Blaine nodded, and watched as Kurt ducked his head and sucked him in again. He took more of him now, clearly trying to figure out how much he could take. Blaine moved his hand to the back of his head now, fingers tangling in his soft brown hair. "You're doing great, baby. Just suck a little harder if you can when you go up."
Kurt did as he was told, and Blaine's back arched against the couch, as if his body was now acting on its own accord, trying to get closer to Kurt's wonderful mouth. Kurt bobbed up and down, slowly building a rhythm, letting him in a little deeper each time, until Blaine was nothing but a panting mess.
"Shit, Kurt, you're..." He whined, fingers tightening their grip on Kurt's hair, which made Kurt moan in turn, the vibrations delicious on his cock, and Blaine couldn't help but buck into the perfect heat of his mouth. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Kurt pulled off, lips cherry red and glistening with spit and pre-come. "It's okay," he said in a hoarse voice. "I think I can take it."
A little desperately, Blaine grabbed him and pulled him up, enough so he could lean down and catch his mouth in a searing kiss. "You can keep practicing some other day, but I kind of need to touch you now."
"Are you sure?" Kurt said, stroking Blaine's cock at a torturously slow pace.
Blaine threw his head back, the pleasure almost too much to handle, and let out a low moan. "Fuck, fuck, Kurt..."
Kurt bent to lick at the head again, tongue lapping at the pre-come gathering on the slit. "I didn't know I was missing out... none of my boyfriends were this enthusiastic about blowjobs..."
Blaine groaned and pulled on Kurt's arm. "Stop talking about your ex boyfriends, take your clothes off and come here."
"Ooh, bossy," Kurt muttered playfully. "I like that."
Blaine got rid of his shirt as Kurt stood up and removed his clothes, fast as lightning. As soon as he had kicked his boxers off, Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him onto his lap. Kurt got the hint at once, straddling him, getting comfortable, wrapping one arm around Blaine's neck and leaning in for a quick, rather dirty kiss.
Blaine lined up their cocks – Kurt's thick and gorgeously long, his own a bit shorter, glistening with pre-come, reddened with arousal – his fingers not really managing to wrap themselves around both of them, but Kurt saw what he was doing and instantly helped, covering what Blaine couldn't.
"I'm not going to last very long," Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips, as the head of his cock bumped against the underside of Kurt's, and it was a lot more delicious than he had expected.
Kurt had begun to try to fuck into their fists, hips undulating beautifully, mouth open as he let out quiet little moans. "Me neither."
For a while, they couldn't even say another word. It was all about the heat, about chasing the release, about how wonderful it felt to be like this, about Kurt's hand holding tightly to Blaine's shoulder for balance, about Blaine dipping his head to catch one of Kurt's nipples in his mouth. It was about the scent of Kurt's skin and the sweat pooling on Blaine's collarbone, about the agonizing, breathy sounds that managed to escape from them, about the roughness of their hands but not wanting to be away from each other enough to go find some lube.
It didn't take very long before Blaine came, spilling all over their fingers, on Kurt's cock, even getting some pearly strings on their chests. Kurt followed soon after, gasping, stroking himself and Blaine through it, as if wanting to drain the very last drop of pleasure from their bodies.
They held each other through the aftermath, Kurt's forehead pressed to Blaine's temple as Blaine dropped little kisses on the curve of Kurt's shoulder, his chest, his throat.
Blaine buried his fingers in the hair at the back of Kurt's head and tugged a little to get him to look at him. His hazel eyes, now almost golden in the dim light of the living room, were wide and filled with warmth. He kissed Kurt, slowly, savoring every slide of lips, of tongues, smiling a bit into it. "You are the most sensual guy I've ever met," he whispered.
Kurt blushed all the way down to his chest and bit his lip. "You're just saying that to make me feel better about my sloppy blowjob technique."
"I'm not," Blaine said, thumb brushing against Kurt's nipple, loving the way Kurt shivered at the touch. "In case you haven't noticed, you drive me absolutely crazy, Kurt. And whatever you do to me is always perfect..."
Kurt moved forward to kiss him again, a bit hungrily. "Blaine," he whined. "I want more. Please, I need more."
Blaine glanced down, at Kurt's cock twitching in a valiant effort to get hard again. "I think," he said, eyes getting dark, "that it's time for you to show me where your bed is."
After one more kiss, a little off-center and desperate, Kurt stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards a section of the apartment hidden from view by grey curtains.
They didn't get much sleep that night. There were more important things to do with their time, after all.
There was something truly amazing about Blaine being in his bed, Kurt thought, cocooned in warmth and allowing himself to look at the sleeping man next to him, so perfect in the early morning sunlight. He looked relaxed and peaceful in a way he rarely did when he was awake. Kurt would have probably had more poetic things to say – about the way his skin seemed to glow, about the gentle curve of his lower lip, about the little knot on his nose (had he ever broken it? What was the story behind it?), about the path of dark hair going from his chest all the way down, to where the sheet covered the rest of his naked body – but he was sleepy, still, his body loose and pliant, satisfied down to his very bones.
And yet, with Blaine, always hungry for more.
He wanted to curl up against him and go back to sleep, but he forced himself to get out of bed and slip into some underwear. If he was going to spend Thanksgiving with Blaine's friends, he didn't want to show up empty handed.
After a quick stop at the bathroom, he headed to the kitchen and started going through the cabinets and the fridge. He had enough ingredients for a pie or two, so he got to work. He only paused to get the coffee machine started after almost slicing one of his fingers off. He clearly needed to be more caffeinated before he handled knives.
The scent of coffee had probably drifted towards his room, because it wasn't long until Blaine peeked through the curtains, hair a beautiful mess, and then made a way to the living room to grab his underwear, before he went to the kitchen, where Kurt was slipping both pies into the oven.
"Everything smells delicious," Blaine commented, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, dropping a kiss to his naked shoulder. "But why did you get out of bed to cook?"
"Well, I would just feel bad going over to your friends' house for Thanksgiving and not bringing anything," Kurt said, tilting his head to the side to give Blaine better access, since he had started kissing his neck. "I made an apple pie and a pecan pie. Will that be enough? I could run down to the grocery store and get something else..."
"That's perfect," Blaine said, nipping at his earlobe. "And you are perfect. You really didn't have to..."
"I wanted to," Kurt said, and turned around in Blaine's arms so he could face him. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Blaine said, beaming at him.
Kurt kissed him because he couldn't think of a reason not to, especially since Blaine was still warm from being in his bed, and adorably rumpled from sleep. "Would you like some coffee?"
"In a minute," Blaine muttered, catching Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth. "I have something else in mind."
Kurt chuckled, but the heat was already pooling in his belly. "You're insatiable, Blaine."
Blaine turned so he could lean against the counter, parting his legs enough so that Kurt could stand between them. Kurt went easily, because even though he liked to tease him, he felt as insatiable as Blaine, like nothing would ever be enough, like despite the hours they had spent the previous night exploring each other's bodies, there were still spots he needed to discover, to treasure, to lick and bite and kiss...
Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and let himself get lost in a perfect, deep kiss, on the brushing of their tongues, on the way Blaine grazed his teeth on Kurt's bottom lip. Blaine slid his hands down Kurt's naked back, to the edge of his underwear and then underneath, grabbing handfuls of his ass, squeezing. Kurt let out a breathy little moan into the kiss, pushing back against his hands.
They were so busy kissing they didn't hear anything until there was the clearing of a throat and a gruff voice said: "Uhm, Kurt."
It was as if someone had dropped a bucket of ice water on him, ripping him from a perfect daydream. Kurt ended the kiss and looked over his shoulder, and for a moment he couldn't understand exactly how it was possible that his father was currently standing in the middle of the loft, carrying a small duffel bag and some groceries. He had to be some sort of optical illusion, even if the baseball cap and big green jacket looked awfully familiar and real...
Burt Hummel's eyes, which were already wide in shock, trailed down his son's body, to where a stranger was grabbing his ass. As if he had noticed, Blaine immediately removed his hands.
"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, confused. "What... what are you...?"
"Well, you sounded so upset on the phone about being by yourself on Thanksgiving that Carole suggested I come surprise you..." Burt explained, frowning. "I just didn't think you'd have company."
"It was a very last minute thing," Kurt said in a choked voice, pulling away from Blaine, grateful that at least neither of them had gotten hard. That would have been awkward. Although this was awkward enough, too.
"I knocked, but you clearly didn't hear me," Burt said, and now he looked away from his son to focus on the man he didn't know. His frown deepened slightly. "I don't think we've met before."
"No, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said at once, shifting into his polite persona, even though there was a brief shake in his voice. He pulled away from the counter and, rather bravely to be only in his underwear, moved towards him and offered his hand. "I'm Blaine."
Burt looked down at his hand and didn't take it. "Isn't that the hand you just had on my boy's ass?"
Blaine pulled it away as if he had been burned. Kurt felt himself shrinking against the counter. He didn't think he had ever felt this embarrassed before.
"I'll... go get my clothes," Blaine said in a small voice.
"Hold on a second," Burt muttered, eyes narrowed. He seemed to be studying Blaine as if he were a new species of insect. "How... how old exactly are you?"
Blaine blanched. He stood a little straighter, like he was truly trying his best to be brave, but he failed spectacularly. "I'm," he stopped and glanced at Kurt, as if unsure if he was supposed to lie or not, but finally admitted: "I'm thirty seven, sir."
"Thirty seven," Burt repeated and he turned to Kurt like he was a hawk facing his prey.
"Dad..." Kurt started, unsure of what to say.
"You do realize my boy here is twenty, right?" Burt said, and he looked so huge next to Blaine, menacing even. "I mean, even if he told you he was older, you'd be an idiot to believe him because he still looks like he barely graduated high school."
"Dad, please," Kurt said, feeling like his face was on fire.
Blaine was so pale a ghost would have looked more tan next to him. "I'm aware of how old he is, Mr. Hummel. I'm..."
"I think it's time for you to leave," Burt said firmly, and then he walked right up to Kurt. "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked, not even waiting for Blaine to slip out of sight.
Kurt lifted his hands as if to placate a wild beast. "Dad, please calm down. This isn't good for your heart, you know that."
"What isn't good for my heart is arriving at my son's place and seeing he's being groped by a forty year old perv!" Burt said, his booming voice echoing in the otherwise quiet loft. "How stupid can you be, Kurt? Why would you get involved with someone so much older? He's clearly taking advantage of you!"
Kurt felt as if his heart had turned into a drum. It was beating so hard he was shocked it didn't just break through his chest. "It's not like that. Please, listen to me..."
"I'm really disappointed in you, Kurt," Burt said, and now he wasn't screaming anymore, which Kurt hadn't imagined it could be worse, but it was, his words like a punch to the gut. "I've raised you to be smarter than this. Please, go get dressed."
It was as if his father had somehow pushed him back in time – he felt like only a child, being scolded for misbehaving. But it also stung to hear him say he was disappointed in him. Kurt's life had been a constant struggle to make sure his father never had a single reason to feel like he had let him down. And now...
He slipped behind the curtain in his bedroom, where Blaine was zipping up his pants, with his back to Kurt.
"I'm sorry about this..." Kurt whispered.
"It's fine. It's okay," Blaine said, but his tone was sharp and he wouldn't look at him. It felt like it had already been a million years since they had been in bed together, laughing, touching, kissing. "I'm glad you get to spend Thanksgiving with your dad, after all."
"Yeah, me too..." Kurt muttered, hesitantly. He bit his lip and then turned to his dresser, searching for whatever clothes were closest.
Blaine stood in the middle of his room, something defeated about his stance. "Well, I'd better get going. Have a nice holiday, Kurt."
Kurt held a pair of sweatpants to his chest and looked at Blaine. Their eyes met for only a moment, and Kurt wanted to go to him, to kiss him, to reassure him and make the bitter glint in them disappear. But he didn't. He stood where he was, at a safe distance, so his hands wouldn't be tempted to reach out.
Blaine nodded curtly, as if he was understanding something that Kurt didn't. Then he turned around and disappeared. Kurt heard his steps on the hardwood floor, and then the heavy door sliding shut after him.
Why did things keep breaking between them?
Maybe because they were never meant to be.
Blaine needs a big hug and a break, don't you think?
Hope you all liked the chapter. Thank you so much for reading!
Have a great week!
L.-
