This one is kind of long!
So, Rachel pretty much explains what happens, but if anyone is confused after this chapter we would be happy to do a recap! Sorry, sometimes when you're the one writing you forget it's been awhile lol. This one picks up right where last chapter leaves off. Hope this explains everything to y'all!
Also, this fic is now finished being written and there will be 17 full chapters and a short epilogue. It's been one of our favorites to write and we can't wait to see what you think!
As usual, thank you to Iris7124 and MarciaChapter2 for taking the time to tell us what you think! Y'all deserve all the Klainebows. It was nice since this hasn't been the easiest week. Thank you.
Warnings: explicit sex scene (oh boy lol okay so we have dirty talk, anal, rimming, 69, blowjobs, use of a vibrator, and a little bit of spanking)
"What the hell is happening?" Blaine stared at the door, numb and in shock. He had never seen Kurt so livid in the entire time he had known him. Was he mad at him? He racked his brain. He could have sworn he had told Kurt he had a roommate. Did Kurt think he was hiding Rachel from him? Surely he knew he wasn't.
Kurt had known Rachel. The pieces were all there, but Blaine's brain was having trouble putting them together. All he knew was he had just gotten Kurt and he didn't want to lose him.
He ran out the door after Kurt, ignoring whatever Rachel was saying to chase after the man, but by the time he got out to the street, Kurt was gone. Blaine called his phone, but he didn't answer. Maybe he should give Kurt a little time to cool off. He just wished he understood what had happened.
Walking back into the apartment slowly, Blaine found a somber Rachel sweeping up the bits of the broken bowl and the popcorn it had contained. Blaine sighed and picked up Kurt's discarded jacket and his keys. His heart squeezed painfully as he clutched the jacket in his hands like a security blanket.
Rachel smiled up sadly at him and set the dust pan aside. "I think I owe you an explanation," she said quietly as she brushed her hands off.
Blaine nodded as he followed her to the couch and sat across from her.
Brushing a strand of long brown hair behind her ear, Rachel launched into her story.
"I don't know how much Kurt has told you, but I really hurt him. He and I were friends during high school, then best friends, then roommates during collage. During high school, I did my share of not so great things, but he still forgave me each time. When he started dressing and acting differently, I tried to get through to him, but he told me he didn't want to be a target anymore. He just wanted to be safe. He said it was him, just another part of him. I understand that now." She folded her hands in her lap, staring down at them and frowned. "I know how selfish I can be. I just know what I want and sometimes I forget how I make others feel in the process. He's told you about Finn?" She smiled when he nodded and grasped her little gold necklace in an unconscious gesture. "He was my person. My soulmate. I wish you could have met him. He wasn't perfect, but he loved me and he loved Kurt. They were truly brothers."
Blaine nodded again and swallowed against the lump in his throat. All he could think of was Kurt singing the song he wrote for Finn in the little living room of the Hummel's house, tears dripping down his face. He could tell how much Finn meant to those around him.
She continued. "We had broken up after graduation and he stayed in Ohio. It was difficult, but I knew one day we would find our way back to each other and I think he knew it too. When he—" Her eyes shone with unshed tears and she pressed her lips together. Blaine pulled a tissue out of the box next to the couch and she took it with a watery smile. "Thanks. Afterwards, I was pretty messed up. I lashed out at a lot of very important people. Friends. Family. And then Kurt. I guess I got in my head that if I left New York and my job and school and everything that reminded me of him, that it would stop hurting so much.
"I knew I was being selfish asking Kurt to come with me, but I knew I needed him and I needed to leave… I shouldn't have asked him. I shouldn't have done a lot of things, but I made my choices and I saw his boyfriend as one of the things in my way." She twisted the tissue in her hands. "The day after I kissed him, I tried to apologize, but I had pushed Kurt too far. He wouldn't hear it. I don't really blame him though. Did he tell you I was going to try to get him kicked out of school? Thankfully I came to my senses before I did."
Blaine digested all this as he stared at the jacket in his hands. Poor Kurt. "Did you know?" he asked quietly. "When I told you about them?"
She sniffed and nodded her head sheepishly. "When I moved in, I thought it might be a good career move for me to live with you, but I genuinely liked you!" She added quickly. That stung a little more than Blaine thought it would. "When you told me you were looking for a band, I did suggest the cafe where Puck worked in hopes you would make a connection. Then you found them and I thought maybe you could tell Kurt what a good roommate I am and he would be impressed and then we could do a wrap party and I could talk to Kurt and everything would be okay."
Blaine stood, jacket still in his arms and began pacing. "So you knew he was the same Kurt and everything and never said anything. You lied?"
Rachel squirmed and sniffed into the tissue again. "I did. I'm really sorry, Blaine. I tried to tell you so many times, but I got scared… Where are you going?"
Blaine had marched across the room towards his bedroom, fists clenched. "I just need a minute. I'm just…" He shook his head. While he was moved by her memory of Finn, Blaine felt like she had made a fool of him. He needed to be away from her for awhile to calm down.
In his room, door shut, Blaine sat on his bed with Kurt's jacket across his lap. He pulled out his phone and noted Kurt hadn't contacted him. His heart sunk, but he tried to call him again. Maybe Kurt's anger had abated somewhat. It only rang a few times before going straight to voicemail. So Kurt was ignoring him. While that hurt, he needed to let Kurt know that he hadn't purposely done anything to lie to him. Apparently Kurt thought he knew about Rachel.
Can you please call me? I really want to talk about this. -Blaine
Blaine stared at his phone hopefully. Kurt had told him he loved him. Surely he still meant it. His phone chirped in his hand and he eagerly tapped the message.
I need some time to figure this out. I'm fucking pissed -Kurt
Disappointed, but unsurprised, Blaine tapped out a reply.
Of course. Take all the time you need, but know I'm here for you -Blaine
Are we still okay? -Blaine
Maybe he was being pushy and clingy, but he had to know Kurt wasn't angry with him. His stomach sunk at the reply that came only seconds later.
I don't know yet. I just need time to think. -Kurt
He let his phone go dark and fell over onto his bed. Tears rolled down his face onto Kurt's jacket where his head was pillowed. He hoped Kurt would decide to choose him instead of walking away.
To say the atmosphere was tense in the studio the next day was an understatement.
Blaine had gone to work with high hopes after a night spent alone in his room and avoiding his roommate. She had left him a little plate of pancakes (not even vegan ones) with an apology note that Blaine tried to eat, but couldn't stomach much of. He felt betrayed and what Rachel had done to him had been nothing compared to Kurt.
When he walked into the studio, Nick grimaced and nodded to the recording booth. "I don't know who pissed him off, but Kurt's in a mood."
Blaine signed and set his work bag down on his seat. The band was already assembled and warming up except for Kurt who was standing beside an annoyed Tina. He had commandeered her keyboard was playing something while she listened, arms crossed. The others didn't look too happy either. Great. He had hoped the trouble they had yesterday was over, but now they were here all over again. He pressed the button that allowed him to talk to the others in the booth.
"Hey, guys. Are we all warmed up?"
Kurt didn't look up and Blaine ignored the way it made his heart crack. Had he been hoping that Kurt had gotten over it and would come running back to him? Maybe. His stony frown wasn't reassuring though. Blaine pushed the hurt feelings aside and tried for a bright smile.
Everyone else just kind of shrugged and looked to Kurt who just kept playing a random song on the keyboard.
Blaine felt his smile slip and licked his lips. "Kurt? Are we ready?"
Kurt finally looked at him and Blaine wished he hadn't. He glared at him with that haughty scowl that was reminiscent of when they first met. He wondered if Kurt got drunk last night and then he wondered if Kurt had decided he didn't want Blaine and found someone else.
"I don't care what we do," he said, eyes flashing. "I have lots of songs about traitors. Maybe we should do one of those."
Blaine tried not to cry or let the hurt show on his face.
"He's bitten all of our heads off too," Elliott reassured him as he ignored Kurt's glower. "Don't take his bitchy mood personally."
Kurt was about to say something nasty in return when there was a knock behind him and one of the interns shuffled in the doorway.
"What now," Blaine asked wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Uh, Mr. Anderson? A woman named Rachel Berry is here to see you."
Blaine closed his eyes. Why. Why could things not just go his way for one damn time in his life. "Not right now, okay? I'm busy."
The intern looked around nervously. "She's very insistent…"
"Who?" Kurt marched to the glass and crossed his arms. The way his eyes were lit up made Blaine uneasy. "She's here?"
"Did she say Rachel Berry?" Tina asked, eyes wide.
"Oh shit," said Puck.
"Let her in," Kurt said. His tone was dangerously soft.
The intern lost no time hurrying out and soon the woman herself walked through the door meekly carrying a plate of something.
Blaine just sat in his chair and put his face in his hands. This he didn't want to see.
"Hi." Rachel glanced around at everyone. Elliott and Dani just looked confused whereas Puck and Tina just stared at their feet. "I just wanted to come by and talk. I brought you some of my apology cookies… I know you are probably still angry—"
Kurt barked out a short, harsh laugh. "You're still making those dry ass things? Does that ever really work for you?"
Rachel winced and set the plate down on a table. "Can we all talk? I feel like enough time has passed that we can look at this situation and be mature adults."
"Oh no," Blaine muttered into his hands.
"Oh yes," Kurt said with a wicked smile. "Since I've had plenty of time to recall all the ways you screwed me over, I've been busy." He turned to Blaine who was dragging his hands down his face. "I know what song we are doing today. Let's play Judas guys."
He turned away and went to the mic while everyone got their instruments ready reluctantly. Blaine watched with his head propped in a hand while Nick shrugged and made adjustments.
Dani counted them off with her drumsticks and they launched into the song. Blaine could only watch the train wreck happen. Kurt sang with venom and spite unusual to his normal singing voice, gripping the microphone white-knuckled and staring Rachel down.
The only one who took you in
The only one who held your hand
Defended you against the others
Had your back on everything
Never let you down
You turned around, betrayed your only brother
Forgetting me
You took things in your hands and left me out
After we'd been through so much, how
could you let me down?
I didn't know, I didn't know
I couldn't see, I couldn't see
Never thought you'd forget me
Couldn't believe, couldn't believe
How you deceived, you deceived
I never thought you'd do that to me
I will never be like you
I'l never do the things you do
Selfish and lonely, what's your problem
Letting go of you and this
Is harder than I thought but I will not be
poisoned by your actions
Rachel listened, her shoulders drooping and her eyes sad. It was becoming clear that a plate of cookies wouldn't patch up all the damage done here. The song was very pointed and Blaine wished he could have know Kurt then. He wished he could have helped him through that time in his life when he had basically nobody. He thought of the lovely song so different in tone that Kurt had sang for him yesterday and completely understood his sentiment. When you loved someone, you wanted to take their pain away.
Blaine sat up straight. Loved? Did he love Kurt? Oh god, he was pretty sure he did. Should he tell him? Blaine took deep breaths and decided that he wouldn't avoid saying it, but he wouldn't force it. Let it happen naturally. Chances were, he never would get the chance to tell Kurt anyway. He wanted to laugh at how admitting he wanted to be with Kurt was almost scarier than saying he loved him, perhaps because Kurt already had said it.
The band hadn't even finished the end of the song, but as soon as Kurt finished singing, he shoved the mic aside, feedback squealing. He then stormed out of the booth, flipping Rachel off on his way out the door. The others just kind of stopping playing and Nick looked at Blaine, helpless and bewildered. Blaine exhaled loudly and leaned over to the talk button.
"Okay, guys. Take five." He turned to Rachel who looked very disappointed. "Why don't you just go home," he said gently. He may not be really happy with her either, but Kurt had been mean enough to her.
She nodded and left, eyes full and shiny with tears. Blaine left too and hunted Kurt down. He found him a few minutes later stewing in the alley behind the building, staring a dumpster down as he leaned against a brick wall. He didn't look at Blaine when he settled beside him and tucked his hands into his pockets.
"The fuck do you want?" Kurt grumbled after a few minutes of silence.
Blaine didn't speak at first, but tried to figure out what he wanted to say. He was still terrified, sure, but he supposed that it was his turn to be the calm one here. He turned to look at Kurt who was still glaring moodily at the dumpster.
"Given everything you know about me, do you honestly think I knew that your Rachel was my Rachel? You never told me her name and she never said anything either." He leaned further into Kurt's space and he finally looked at Blaine, face still screwed up in a sneer. Blaine was hoping he would crack a smile if he mirrored the time they kissed in his office, but he was disappointed. Maybe Kurt had forgotten. "Tell me you don't believe me and I'll walk away. We can forget everything if you want. The album. Us." His voice broke a little on the last word, but he recovered. "I'll take the blame with work and you can go back to your old life. But you have to tell me you honestly think I would ever do something like that to you.
"Yesterday you told me you wanted to protect me from everything bad in the world and what I was too emotional to say was I feel the same about you. When you told me about what your ex and Rachel did, I wanted to take all your pain away, but I can't change the past. Trust is a two way street. If I have to trust you, you have to trust me." He took a deep breath and Kurt looked away again, his expression hard to read. Blaine was saddened by his reaction, but he understood needing time to process. He decided to let him think. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. I'll leave you alone."
He pushed off of the wall and started back inside when Kurt put a hand to his chest. Blaine looked into his eyes, questioning, but Kurt was still glaring at him. Then his lip wobbled and his hand slid down Blaine's chest and he grabbed his hand. Blaine slowly reached out for him and Kurt allowed him to hug him. They stood there embracing tightly for what felt like hours, neither speaking, but not really needing to. Kurt finally eased away and leaned back against the wall. He didn't let go of Blaine's hand.
"Sorry," he sniffed and mumbled as he kicked at a rock. "She just makes me so fucking angry. I acted like a child and I apologize."
"You did," Blaine agreed and smiled as Kurt nudged him.
"You don't have to agree. I didn't really think you knew," Kurt said as he rubbed a thumb over Blaine's knuckles. "I just was taken completely by surprise when I saw her and I took some of that out on you. I'm really sorry."
"I know. I believe you." Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder. "To be fair, I have been living with her for like three months. I can see how she might get under your skin."
He could feel Kurt roll his eyes. "Wow. I can't believe you haven't shaved her head. You're too nice."
Blaine felt his face warm at the little kiss Kurt pressed to the top of his head. "She's not all bad. I think you should at least let her apologize to you—"
"Ah, ah, ah. Nope. Only Rachel Berry slander from my boyfriend. God, Santana's gonna shit her pants when I tell her— What?"
Blaine had pulled away and was smiling widely at Kurt. "You said I was your boyfriend."
Kurt tried to brush it off, but his lips twitched and he wrapped an arm around Blaine's shoulders. "Aren't you?"
"I wasn't formally asked, now was I?" His tone was flirty and teasing, but he was kind of shaking a little.
Kurt faced him, grabbing both hands in his own and crowded Blaine against the wall. He almost forgot to breathe as Kurt gently cupped his jaw with one hand and raised his other to his lips. "Blaine Devon Anderson—"
"How did you know my middle name?"
"From snooping in your office. Now hush. I have to start over. Blaine Devon Anderson, will you please be my boyfriend. Formally. Or informally."
Blaine smiled and played with the soft hairs at the base of Kurt's neck. "Yes, I formally accept Kurt…" he frowned. "What's your middle name?"
"I don't have one."
"Yes you do. Never mind, I'll text Carole later and ask her."
Kurt dove in and claimed Blaine's lips in a sweet kiss that made Blaine a little dizzy. They spent the rest of their five minutes turned to forty-five minutes making out against the brick wall in the alley and Blaine wouldn't have had it any other way.
June 6th
The next few days were a whirlwind of interviews, deadlines, and snatching little moments together when they could. They finally approached the album debut date and it went very well. Blaine decided not to have a party at his apartment due to the history between Rachel and the others in the band, (mostly Kurt) but they planned to have something the next week for the day it dropped.
Kurt was relieved when they finally got a day off and he slept in until noon. He finally woke up and grinned into his blankets when he remembered Blaine would be coming over for dinner that evening. They hadn't really got to be together since they started officially dating, so tonight would be awesome.
After finally slithering out of bed and eating a lazy breakfast consisting of a bowl of cereal, Kurt glanced at his phone and realized he had been so busy he hadn't gotten to call his dad in a few weeks. They were trying to get back to the relationship they had before it all went to shit, so he decided to try. Plus, he actually had news. After wrapping up on the couch with a blanket, Kurt pulled out his phone.
Fuck me if I'm wrong, but unicorns exist, right? -Kurt
He chuckled at the text he sent to Blaine instead of a boring "good morning" greeting and called his dad's number.
"Hey," Burt's gruff voice answered after a few rings. "How are you, kiddo?"
The childhood nickname flooded his chest with warmth and he was glad his dad couldn't see him. He cleared his throat.
"Hey. Good. Finally had a day off, so I figured I'd let you know I'm not dead in a ditch."
"Really, Kurt? Not funny."
Kurt winced. He had forgotten about the time he got into a fight with some homophobes one night and they beat him up. He had to go to the hospital and Burt had driven through the night to come yell at him for being an idiot. That was one of the sources of contention between them.
"Sorry. Too soon. Anyway, I have news."
"Okay."
"I kind of have a boyfriend now."
The line went quiet. Kurt ruffled his hair and waited. He hadn't told his dad about a boyfriend in years so he knew it was probably quite a shock. His whoring around was also a source of contention.
"Uh, congratulations."
"Calm down, Dad. Your excitement is embarrassing," Kurt joked.
"Sorry, but I honestly am surprised. Carole and I got the impression you were dating that Anderson kid while you were here. This just happened?"
Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes. Of course his dad would refer to a man in his twenties as a kid. "So maybe it's been a long time coming, but we just became official a few days ago. Are you happy for me?"
"Of course I am!" Burt said quickly. "You have to know I just want the best for you," he said quietly.
Kurt twisted a stray string from the blanket around his finger until it started to turn purple. "I know. I just want you to know what's going on." He unwound the string and let the blood flow back in.
Burt sighed. "Listen, you know I love you and I don't want you to feel like I'm not proud of you, because I am. I didn't understand this whole thing, I still don't really, but I'm getting it. I just want you to be yourself and not let others change you. I want you to be you, kid, because there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. But if this whole thing is what you truly want, you know I support you. I'm really sorry if I didn't make that clear in the past." He took a deep breath and when he spoke again, his voice quavered. "I don't ever want to get one of those calls again."
Kurt didn't have to ask to know he was talking about Finn. While he had been a little jealous about Finn and his father's relationship at first, he grew to understand it and honestly, it was impossible not to love the big guy. Finn was as much Burt's son as Kurt was. Kurt blinked against the tears filling his eyes and tried to steady his voice.
"I know. This is what I want, Dad. I promise. I'm happy."
"Then I'm happy. Just give me plenty of notice for the wedding."
Kurt laughed and let his head fall back against the arm of the couch. "Sure, but just know we will be getting married on a nude beach. Get excited."
Burt ignored that. "We really do like the guy. He seems nice, even if I don't exactly approve of you dating your boss."
"He's not my boss. We are more like colleagues. I promise I'm not being groomed. If anything, I had to seduce him until he gave it up—"
"Alright," his dad growled and he chuckled. He would never get tired of annoying his dad like that. "What else is new?" Burt changed the subject indelicately.
Kurt blew out a breath and fiddled with his earring. His heart pounded with anticipation. He hadn't realized how hard this would be to talk about. It was almost like coming out again. Dad, I don't know how to tell you this... I'm sober. Unhinged laughter bubbled up inside, but he swallowed it down. Best just say it. Sure, he genuinely hated talking about shit like this anyway, but he knew it would be good.
"So, I've decided to stop drinking. At least for awhile. Uh, its not like I'm having problems or anything, just want to stop depending on it so much." He bit his lip. "I'm not an alcoholic," he added quickly. "I just want to take this album seriously and I need to be sober. Not sure if you know this, but I can be a bit of an asshole and it sometimes gets worse when I drink."
He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he also wanted to make Blaine feel safe. His stupid ex had been a mean drunk and he didn't want Blaine to ever have to worry about that.
"I haven't had anything to drink since we left Lima."
Waiting with bated breath, Kurt stared at the ceiling. He kind of felt like he was being dramatic sometimes with this whole sober thing, but he just knew it was something he needed to do.
"Son, I'm really proud of you for knowing yourself enough to do this," Burt said, his voice shaky again. Oh no. He was crying. When his dad cried, he cried. Kurt wiped at his eyes. "I can't say I've not been worried about you," Burt said as he coughed. "But I didn't want to push you."
"I know. I shouldn't have been so defensive," Kurt said. "I'm… I'm sorry if I made you worry."
"It's part of the job of being a parent." Burt had a smile in his voice and Kurt felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
They talked for a few more minutes until Kurt caught sight of the clock.
"Hey Dad, I gotta go. Blaine's coming over in a bit and I have to clean up and shower."
"Oh. I see. You get a boyfriend and suddenly you don't have time for me."
Kurt smiled at the teasing tone. Because he had zero self-control, he said, "Well, he gives me something you don't. Sometimes I give it to him. Kind of depends on my mood."
"Goddamn it, Kurt." Kurt sucked his lips in at his dad's irritated tone. "Can we knock off the sex jokes? It's not something I really need to know."
"Sorry," he said as he covered a laugh with a cough. "Old habits. Anyway, gotta go make sure I have enough condoms. Sorry, couldn't resist. Bye!"
A long-suffering sigh. "Goodbye. I love you."
Kurt smiled. "Love you too, Dad."
He hung up feeling better than he had in a long time and checked his phone. Blaine had texted him while he talked to his dad and Kurt snickered at Blaine's response.
You're so wrong. Like, you've never been more wrong. Sorry, looks like you will just have to have sex with me. *shrugging emoji* -Blaine
Seriously though, I saw a cool documentary about where the myth about unicorns came from if you want to watch it sometime. I know it sounds boring, but its really interesting! -Blaine
His smile nearly split his face in two. God, he loved this man. He was just so fucking cute.
God, it's a good thing you're hot -Kurt
So, it's a no on the documentary? *sad face emoji* -Blaine
The front door opened and Kurt grunted in reply to Santana's greeting as she tossed her keys in the bowl.
Ugh. Fine. But only if you blow me while we watch it -Kurt
She threw a heel at him when he didn't look up from his phone and he grabbed it and chucked it back at her.
"What?"
"I said, where's your boy toy?" She asked with a impish grin as she plopped into the chair across from him. Kurt answered Blaine's next text before responding to her.
Yay!!!! Nope, doc first, BJ after! *smiley face emoji* -Blaine
Dork. Just get here please -Kurt
Soon. I can't wait! *heart emoji* -Blaine
*heart emoji* -Kurt
"I know you aren't ignoring me," she threatened as she massaged her feet. "I will go Lima Heights Adjacent on you, bitch."
"I'm not ignoring you," Kurt said as he tossed his phone aside. He couldn't handle his boyfriend's cuteness. "You need attention, huh?" He stood with the blanket still around his shoulders and advanced on her.
She giggled and put her hand up. "Don't!"
He jumped on her and smothered her shouts and threats of turning him into eunuch, although her laughter belied her threats. "Kurt! Get the hell off of me!" She thrashed in the blanket and he just squeezed her harder.
"I'm just showing my best friend how much I care!"
"Show me a little less, you dumbass!" She finally caught him in the side with a bony knee and he groaned and fell beside her on the chair. They both giggled like children and tried to catch their breath.
"God, you're intolerable when you're getting laid regularly," she said breathlessly.
His face softened and he looked over at her. Strands of hair were sticking up everywhere and her mascara had run a bit with tears from laughter.
"I love him, Santana," he said softly.
She stopped scowling at him and smiled before squishing his cheeks. "I know. He better watch himself though. If he hurts you again, I will bury him and he won't require much of a hole. I'm sure a shoe box would work."
Kurt batted at her hand. "I know. I think it's gonna be good though." He jumped up to go get a shower and stretched. "I better go get ready. He'll be leaving work soon."
"Don't go shower. I'm going out tonight, so I need it."
"'Kay." Kurt quickly threw the blanket over her and sped off towards the shower, ignoring her screeching.
Blaine couldn't have looked more shy and adorable than he did standing there on Kurt's doorstep after work. Kurt wanted to just squeeze him, but he restrained himself. He had to be the cool one in this relationship. It was just so difficult when the man was standing there in one of his boring suit and ties with that face and that smile.
"Hi," Kurt said with an amused grin as he eyed Blaine while leaning on the door frame. He himself had dressed down in just some jeans and and old t-shirt that had a few holes here and there.
"Hi," Blaine replied a little bashfully and held up a bottle in one hand. He had a little canvas tote in the other. "I brought wine!"
Kurt mock gasped. "Trying to ply me with alcohol and take advantage of me?"
Blaine went a bit pink and stepped in as Kurt opened the door wide. "No! I was thinking with dinner… I wasn't thinking that we would get drunk and… Okay, maybe I was thinking… But that's not why I… Oh god."
Blaine looked down to the floor and Kurt couldn't help but laugh. "I'm joking. Relax." He massaged Blaine's shoulders which he leaned into. Kurt kissed his cheek before clearing his throat. "I think I'm good though. With the wine. I was, uh, gonna try this sober thing."
Blaine whirled around and looked at him with big, earnest eyes. "Wow, really?"
"Yeah," Kurt looked away and hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. "It's not a big deal. Just trying it out."
"Kurt…"
"I don't need to talk about it. I'm fine. Promise." He smiled at Blaine who looked like he was going to cry tears of pride. "Can I have a kiss? You haven't given me one." He pouted playfully and Blaine's smile widened.
They had made it to the kitchen and Blaine set his things down before cupping Kurt's face in his hands and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Kurt propped his arms up on Blaine's shoulders and kissed him back, loving the press of his soft mouth on his own and the smell of Blaine's cologne. He recognized it as the same one he had bought for Blaine on what he considered their first date and was about to mention this when Santana whistled.
"Nice show, boys. Let me know when it gets good!"
Blaine pulled back and laughed a little nervously while Kurt just stuck his middle finger up at her. He wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist as she made her way to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She was dressed in a short black dress that had little cutouts and mesh showing off her chest. Her makeup was dark and sultry and her hair was in shiny waves. She smirked at them and turned away, her heels clicking on the tile.
"Don't worry," Kurt said. "The whore is LEAVING."
She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "And I'll be out all night so you can be whores too."
Her door slammed shut and Blaine buried his head in Kurt's chest. "You guys have such a special relationship."
Kurt smirked and patted Blaine's back. "That we do. Now, you gonna show me how to cook?"
Blaine looked up and wrinkled his nose at him. "I thought you knew how to cook."
"Nope. I'm completely helpless," Kurt said, batting his eyes in an exaggerated way. "You will have to boss me around." He placed a teasing kiss on Blaine's lips that ended with a little nibble on his bottom lip. He was lying, of course. He had learned to cook when his mother died because as amazing as Burt was at fixing cars, he was a terrible cook. Blaine knew this, but he wasn't passing up an opportunity to flirt.
Blaine slowly opened his eyes as Kurt drew back and tried to shake off his dazed expression. "Um, yeah. Sure, I'll teach you."
"Oooh role play? Am I the naughty student?"
"Kurt!"
He cackled at Blaine's deepening blush and pulled him into the kitchen. "Come on, professor."
Once they got everything chopped and prepped, Blaine started sautéing things in a pan.
"Oh my god, Kurt! If you don't stop eating the ingredients we won't have dinner!"
Kurt grinned from his place beside Blaine at the stove and popped another mushroom in his mouth. "Oops. What now?" He clapped his hands together. Blaine shook his head fondly at his boyfriend and added more veggies to the sizzling pan. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his checkered olive shirt, his tie thrown over his shoulder with and apron over everything.
With a sly grin, Kurt nestled in between Blaine's arms in front of him. Blaine let out a surprised laugh, but hooked his chin over Kurt's shoulder.
"Are you cooking or am I?"
"You're teaching me to cook," Kurt purred and rubbed his ass against Blaine's crotch. The man made a strangled noise and Kurt smirked before grabbing the spatula. "Put your hands over mine like the movie Ghost!"
"Kurt! It's gonna burn!"
Gagging noises interrupted their laughter as Santana walked by again, this time carrying a shiny little purse, but Kurt saw how pleased she was.
She dropped her keys into her purse. "Okay, boys. I'm leaving." She slapped Blaine's ass and pinched Kurt's cheek. "Be good!" She cackled as she left the apartment and Kurt hopped up onto the counter beside Blaine where he couldn't get into trouble. He was about ready to say screw dinner. Let it burn while he bent Blaine over a counter.
Blaine did a little flippy thing with the pan and Kurt watched in amusement as he stole another bite from the pan. "Oooh, that was sexy. Do it again."
Blaine laughed and put some sauce into the pan. "So, I talked to Rachel."
Kurt hissed, but Blaine just smiled. "She told me she had no intentions of meddling when she moved in with me. She just liked the space and knew I was in the music business so she thought it might help her career. Plus, I was gay so she liked that too."
Kurt just listened then held up a finger before digging through his pocket. He pulled his hand out and opened it to show Blaine it was empty, then he gasped. "Look! It's all the fucks I don't give! It's a miracle!"
Blaine just shook his head and raised an eyebrow, but he apparently decided to move on. "She put two and two together when I came home and raved about you guys that first night I found you."
"You mean the night you wanted to fuck me," Kurt said with a smirk. Blaine sputtered and Kurt poked him in his ribs with his socked foot. "Admit it, Anderson. You thought I was pretty."
Blaine got all flustered again and focused really hard on his pan. "Of course. I thought you were gorgeous, but it was more than that. You are insanely talented. All of you."
"But especially me." He wasn't letting Blaine get away without admitting it. "You totally had a crush on me."
"I might have," Blaine admitted.
Kurt caught Blaine's tie and pulled him forward by it before giving him a dirty kiss.
Blaine reciprocated happily, sucking Kurt's tongue into his mouth and then biting his bottom lip. He pulled back reluctantly and tried to regain his breath.
"Fine, I had a thing for you." Blaine went back to cooking as Kurt giggled and stole another bite from the pan. Pain lanced through his fingertips.
"Fuck! That's hot!"
"Serves you right."
He silenced Blaine with another kiss.
Somehow they made it through their meal, laughing and chatting about everything from work to their favorite bands. After cleaning up dinner, they went to the couch and started to watch a movie. Kurt laid on Blaine's chest and really did try to watch the movie, but he was so warm and sexy underneath him and he hadn't gotten to touch him or kiss him whenever he wanted since Lima and Kurt was only human.
He began placing little kisses on Blaine's chest and then his neck and jaw before making his way to Blaine's lips. They made out like that for awhile, Kurt on top of Blaine and their hands roaming all over. Kurt could feel Blaine hard against his leg, so he cupped him as he mouthed Blaine's neck, eliciting a moan from the man underneath him. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and ground his own up into Kurt's to rub against him. The friction was delicious and Kurt felt white hot desire pulse through him. He locked his legs into Blaine's, grinding their hard dicks together through the fabric of their pants as they made out. It wasn't enough though. Kurt traced Blaine's lips with his tongue stud, then licked his way into Blaine's mouth. He thrust his tongue in, sliding in and out in a teasing way.
"Kurt, fuck, I'm about to lose my mind!" He writhed beneath him and clutched at Kurt's shoulders. "Can we go to your bed?"
"Santana won't bother us," Kurt said as he licked a stripe up Blaine's neck. "She's probably going to be out all night."
"Please, Kurt. I don't want her to see us," Blaine shuddered as Kurt pulled away.
"Come on." Kurt rolled off of him and drug him to his bedroom. So many ideas about what they could do ran through his mind and he wanted to do them all, but he knew he couldn't overwhelm Blaine. His gaze fell on his bedside drawer and he smiled. "Want to try something fun?"
Blaine had pulled his shirt off and his hair was everywhere, but he nodded vigorously. "Yes."
Kurt watched him take off the rest of his clothes before instructing him to lay on the bed on his stomach. Blaine moved quickly and Kurt found it very endearing he was so excited. He pulled one of his prostate stimulators out of his drawer and lay it on the bed beside Blaine's face where he could get a good look at it. He was pleased when Blaine's breath hitched. He placed the bottle of lube beside the vibrator and slowly took off the rest of his clothes.
"Are you okay with me using that on you? It's one of my favorites." He massaged one of Blaine's perfect butt cheeks in his hand as he climbed up on the bed to straddle him.
"God, yes. That would be amazing."
Blaine made happy noises as Kurt massaged him, alternating between mouthing hot kisses all over his back and gentle bites. After several minutes of this, Blaine started getting squirmy again.
"Kurt, baby, please. I need you."
Kurt placed one more kiss on Blaine's shoulder and gently smacked his ass before coating his fingers in lube.
"Flip over. I've got an idea."
Blaine did so quickly and Kurt noted smugly how hard and wrecked Blaine was just from kissing and touching him. Kurt crawled over him and flipped around where his ass was in Blaine's face. He propped Blaine's hips up with a pillow and circled his entrance with a slick finger.
"This okay?" Kurt asked as he looked back over his shoulder.
Blaine looked like Christmas had come early. He was massaging Kurt's butt cheeks similar to how Kurt had been doing earlier. "God, yes. Am I stretching you?"
"Yeah. Do whatever you want to me." He groaned in appreciation when Blaine did just that, fingering him while he continued to gripping his other cheek.
Kurt began to slowly and teasingly blow Blaine, using his tongue ring to great effect while stretching him and massaging his testicles. Blaine hung in gamely and only got distracted by Kurt a few times, but he sucked Kurt while stretching him and touching him everywhere.
Kurt finally pulled off and flipped around, Blaine in absolute ruin underneath him. He was breathing heavy, pink and sweaty and shaking. His mouth was red from stretching over his dick and slick with spit. Kurt combed his fingers through Blaine's messy hair and kissed him deeply, tasting him and allowing him to taste himself on his tongue. Blaine held Kurt's face to his and seemed to drink him in. Their slick, overheated bodies were pressed together everywhere.
Kurt pulled back once they were both breathless and he studied Blaine again, noting the way his eyes had darkened to a greenish-brown and he licked his swollen lips. Kurt smiled and pulled out the vibrator then grabbed the lube and lathered it up.
"You sure you still want me to use this?"
He almost laughed out loud at how Blaine's eyes lit up. "Yes! It's fine. I've… I've used something like that before.." He flushed again and Kurt just had to kiss him again.
"So naughty," Kurt teased as he nibbled on Blaine's bottom lip. He eased it into Blaine who grunted at the intrusion, grabbing at Kurt's arms. Kurt slowed down and allowed him time to get used to it. To distract him, he dotted kisses along his chest, stomach, dick, neck, and finally his lips. Once it was completely in, Blaine smiled and kissed the hand Kurt was using to brush his curls back. "Okay?"
"Perfect," Blaine responded gruffly. He looked up into Kurt's eyes and gave him a playful smile. "Now will you fuck me please?"
Hearing Blaine curse just did something to Kurt and he snapped, roughly pulling Blaine up for a searing kiss and then pushing him back down. He rolled a condom on him and then some lube and slid down onto his boyfriend's dick. They both moaned at the feeling and Kurt reached behind him to click the button of the toy on the lowest setting. Blaine arched off the bed, clawing at Kurt's ass and legs and said a string of curse words that had Kurt biting his lip and bouncing up and down on Blaine. He had purposely left it in kind of shallow so it wouldn't immediately hit the spot. After all, he wanted to have some fun too.
"Someone likes my little toy," Kurt rasped as he fucked himself on Blaine's dick. Blaine's eyes were half closed and he dug his nails into Kurt's ass, using his arms to push Kurt down deeper and harder. "Does it feel good, Blaine?"
"You feel so good," Blaine gasped as Kurt rode him into the mattress, his dick bobbing up and down and smacking his stomach. His bed frame slapped against the wall and his incredibly noisy bed squeaked in protest. This was probably the reason Santana went out tonight. "You turn me on so much." His fingers slid up Kurt's thighs and then his stomach, then began to explore his chest.
Kurt felt behind him and clicked the little button, bumping the vibration up a notch. The angle of the toy changed slightly and Blaine jolted. He arched off the bed, his Adams's apple jerked violently and he gripped Kurt's hips roughly. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand with a knowing smile and held them where they clung to his sides.
"Yes, Kurt! Ah, ah, ah, oh my god!" He panted out and his brow furrowed as he held onto Kurt for dear life. "Kurt, I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!"
Although his thighs and abdomen burned, Kurt circled his hips faster and harder feeling every slam into his body. Blaine was shaking and so close he was only hanging on by a thread. "Come for me, Blaine." Kurt said breathlessly and Blaine did, his fingers digging into Kurt's hips. He cried out, loud and ragged as Kurt continued to slowly work Blaine through his orgasm until he collapsed in a sweaty heap onto the bed.
Kurt smiled fondly at him and he slid off with a wince, gently tugged the toy out. He then peeled the used condom off and wiped Blaine up. His boyfriend looked half dead, his arm thrown bonelessly over his face and his chest heaving.
"Oh my god," he said hoarsely. Kurt chuckled and kissed Blaine's sweaty chest and neck. "Did you come?" Blaine asked as he peeked out from under his arm and hummed happily at the kisses.
Kurt shook his head and Blaine sat up a bit, looking dazed. "Want me to?" His eyes had lit up and he was eyeing Kurt's rock hard erection with a hungry look. Kurt dropped more kisses on Blaine's cheek.
"Can you take some more?"
Blaine sat up and caught Kurt's lips, kissing him fiercely. "Yeah, tell me what to do," he whispered as he stroked Kurt once. Pleasure surged through him and he whined, but batted Blaine's hand away so he wouldn't come yet. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Hands and knees, babe."
Blaine did so quickly as Kurt rolled a fresh condom onto himself along with plenty more lube. He kneaded Blaine's perfect ass and teased his hole with the tip of his cock, closing his eyes at the feeling.
Blaine was bunching his fists into the sheets and pushing his ass back into Kurt's hands at the way he was handling him.
"Kurt, please…" he looked back over his shoulder and gave Kurt a look that set him on fire. "Fuck me."
Kurt growled and did just that, burying himself into Blaine. They both cried out and Kurt wasted no time pumping in and out of Blaine, slapping his ass a little. Blaine moaned in ecstasy, pushing back against Kurt.
"Yes, yes! Harder! Fuck me, Kurt."
He held Blaine's hips and fucked into him faster and deeper. A bead of sweat slipped past his eye and down his cheek. "So perfect for me, Blaine. You feel so good, so good and all mine."
"Yes, it's yours. All yours."
Kurt's orgasm hit him hard and his hips stuttered as his fingers dug hard into Blaine's hips, leaving bruises no doubt. His toes curled and he fell against Blaine, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through him as he filled the condom in Blaine.
They fell back, both trying to catch their breath. Blaine returned the favor and cleaned Kurt up like he had done for him earlier and they lay back together, Kurt pulling up his blankets to cover them. Blaine snuggled into Kurt's side and the singer wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss into Blaine's sweaty hair.
"Ugh. We need a shower," Blaine said as he kissed Kurt's jaw. "And clean sheets."
"Soon," Kurt said, his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. "Just let me have this for a minute."
"Okay," Blaine whispered. He traced his jaw line with a finger which Kurt kissed when he got to his lips. Now that the urgency and haze of lust had died down, Kurt was getting a little apprehensive. The last time they had sex, Blaine had seemed content, but then had run away. He knew this time was different, that they had agreed to be together, but he was still worried Blaine might freak out again. He knew he had to trust him, however Blaine abandoning him again would crush him.
Kurt had started to doze off when Blaine groaned and sat up, rubbing his face. Kurt stretched, watching Blaine check the time. He suddenly felt so cold.
"I need to go," Blaine said as he started to pull the covers down. "It's getting late."
"Stay?"
He hadn't planned on asking him that, but once it was out of his mouth, he couldn't deny it was what he wanted.
Blaine turned to look at him. He smiled and crawled back over to Kurt. He didn't look panicked. "But I don't have any clothes."
Kurt didn't smile back. He was completely serious. He kissed him deeply, pulling him back into bed. "Wear mine."
"I don't have a toothbrush." Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. His smile had drifted into something softer.
Kurt kissed him again.
"Or pajamas."
"You don't need any pajamas." Another kiss. "I have extra stuff and you can have Santana's toothbrush."
"Ew," Blaine giggled and wrinkled his nose.
Kurt pressed Blaine back down into his bed gently and kissed him again. He looked into Blaine's eyes, begging him to understand. "Please stay?"
"I'm not going to leave again," Blaine said as he brushed Kurt's hair back. "I meant it."
"Please."
"Okay." They sealed it with a kiss and melted into each other again.
Hopefully we made up for hurting everyone's feelings lol.
songs used:
-Judas by Kelly Clarkson
We do not own songs used*