When they were comfy in the bed, both of them wearing nothing but their boxers, their legs tangled together beneath the blankets and Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine as he leaned into him, they both sighed happily. This was perfect, exactly what they'd been wanting ever since that morning when they'd had their unplanned encounter with each other.
"So, who should start?" Kurt wondered aloud, letting his fingertips trace up and down in the little space between Blaine's pecs.
Blaine reached up and put his hand over Kurt's, stopping him. "You said we had to keep our hands to ourselves during this, and I promised to be a good boy." He craned his neck to look up at Kurt, pouting. "But if you're going to do that, you're going to make me break my promise. You're seriously irresistible to me, and I barely have the self-control to stop you right now."
"I'm sorry," Kurt replied, stopping, a smile on his face. "I'll be good, too. Swear."
"Thank you," Blaine answered snuggling down into him a little. "I can start if you want. My story isn't terribly painful. Just embarrassing."
"Go ahead," Kurt replied, lacing their fingers together on top of the blankets and settling a bit deeper into the pillows.
"So, I've never actually known my dad," Blaine confessed. "Coop and I don't have the same father. Our mother is… Well, she didn't have a great experience with soulmates growing up, and as a result, she had a lot of one-night stands. The way she talks about it, she was searching for something, anything that didn't feel like it could be a soulmate connection. See, her mom's soulmate died young, really young, and she saw how much pain it caused her mom. She didn't want to put herself into a position where she could ever feel that torn up about someone, so she avoided ever finding her soulmate. She just slept around. Coop and I have begged her to try to find her person, but she's sure she doesn't want to."
Kurt was quiet for a bit, taking that in. He couldn't imagine ever being in a position where he hoped to never find his soulmate. His dad's death had been hard on his mom. That was true, and he'd seen it firsthand. But it didn't make him want to give up on soulmates altogether. That probably, partially, had something to do with how Elizabeth had always spoken of Burt, like he was the best thing to ever happen to her and she wouldn't trade their time together for the world.
Finally, he said, "I'm sorry, Blaine. That was probably tough. I can see why you don't like to share."
"It was hard for a long time," Blaine answered honestly. He had spent a lot of time avoiding talking about this because of how embarrassed he'd always been about his past and how he came into the world, and it felt good to talk to Kurt about it, the person Fate had chosen to be his partner for the rest of his life. Or maybe longer. "I would always wonder why other kids' parents seemed so happy yet my mom seemed so sad. I would get teased for not having a dad and for having a mom who had no one to love. On top of that, my sexuality was a problem for a while until I ventured out further into the world and realized that all I had to do was own it. If someone didn't like me for who I was, well, that was too bad for them. I've never looked back since."
"That's amazing," Kurt whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of Blaine's head. "You're so strong, Blaine, and that constantly amazes me. I wish I could have known you when we were younger, because I really needed a person like you, someone to show me I didn't have to be afraid of the world."
"It's never really felt like strength, though," Blaine admitted. "And, I'm not sure I could have helped anyone else back then. That's something I have to give a bit of credit to fame for. It's made me more confident, like I have something to give to the world that might actually help someone else."
"Well, it's strength in my eyes. And, you're helping me. I know it."
The boys were quiet for a while, both of them thinking, Kurt pressing lightly into Blaine's back to help to reassure him that he was there for him and wasn't letting him go.
"So, that's why you won't be meeting my dad when we get to the show," Blaine said. "Because I don't know who he is. Mom suspected that he might come out of the woodwork when I got some fame, and maybe he still will. I don't know."
"Do you want him to?" Kurt asked quietly. "I mean, do you want to know who he is?"
"Maybe?" Blaine turned a bit so he could see Kurt out of the corner of his eye. "I've thought about it so much, thought of all the reasons I should and all the reasons that it would be horrible, and I can never decide the right thing to do. So, in the end, I just put it out of my mind and tell myself I'll make a decision if anyone claiming to be my dad ever comes forward." He shrugged. "Maybe that's a bad idea."
"No. I think it's okay," Kurt told him. "Maybe he'll never come forward, and you won't have to worry about it. Maybe he will. Maybe you'll know the first time you look at him that he's a horrible person and want nothing to do with him. Maybe it will take a few meetings for you to decide what you really want. No matter what, though, I'll be with you every step of the way. I promise."
This time, Blaine turned fully in Kurt's arms so he could wrap the other man in a hug. "Thank you," he whispered. "That honestly means the world. I-I really appreciate it."
"Anything for you," Kurt told him with a small smile.
They stayed like that for a bit, Blaine's arms around Kurt's middle, his head on his shoulder. It was quiet, and they were both wrapped up in their thoughts. Kurt was considering how to tell Blaine his concerns about meeting his family, and Blaine was considering how right it felt to press his cheek into the hollow of Kurt's shoulder, nuzzle up to his neck, and close his eyes. In the grand scheme of things, he'd never considered how blissful finding his soulmate could be. He'd never really seen how anyone acted in quiet moments with the person made just for them before. Now that he had him, though, everything seemed like a dream, unreal and yet better than anything else could ever be.
Finally, Blaine asked, "So, was there something you wanted to talk about, too?" He was trying to keep his hands from wandering from where he'd draped them around Kurt's middle up to his other shoulder, to his face, his hair.
"Yeah. I don't know the best way to tell you this, though."
"You can tell me anything, and I promise we'll figure it out somehow, no matter what it is."
"Okay," Kurt agreed quietly, swallowing hard. "I, um… Well, I don't know if meeting your mom and brother is, uh, is the best thing to do right now…"
"Why not?" Blaine sat up so he could look at Kurt's face, read the emotions playing in his eyes.
"Because… Well, because we-we haven't… We haven't even admitted to ourselves what's going on here. And, I know the band knows, and it's kinda out into the world now. But… It just… I mean, what do we tell them? Just pull up our sleeves and show them? What if they don't approve? What if they-" He cut off, not sure what else to say without stuttering over his words.
"Kurt," Blaine began, picking out his words carefully to only say what he meant, "you don't have to be afraid of my mom. Or of Coop. They're both really supportive of me and the things I do. They're going to love you."
"How do you-I mean, what if they don't, though?"
Blaine wasn't sure what was best. On one hand, he wanted to pull Kurt closer, reassure him over and over again with a million tiny kisses across his face that they were going to be okay. But at the same time, he wanted to get some space between them, let Kurt have a moment to think and talk things out without him pressed up against him like he was trying to suffocate him. Deciding that the best thing to do might be to give him a little space, Blaine pulled back, letting his hands trail down Kurt's arms until they came to his hands, and grabbing hold, he sat back on his heels, looking deep into Kurt's eyes.
"My mom loves me, Kurt. Even though she didn't choose to find her soulmate, she knows Coop and I don't have to make that choice. She's going to be overjoyed for me, and she's going to love you the second she lays eyes on you. She really is the sweetest woman alive, and she will want to hug you and know all about you within five seconds of meeting you. Coop, he's going to be a little more reserved, but when he gets to know you, you'll find out he thinks he's the funniest man on the planet but actually tells the worst jokes. Maybe you've seen some of that in his class." At Kurt's nod, he went on. "As far as telling them about our marks, we don't have to if that makes you uncomfortable. We definitely don't have to show them; we don't even have to mention it if you don't want to. They knew that Eli wasn't my soulmate, but they accepted him with open arms because they believed that was what I wanted. You can have that, too, without telling them the truth. But I kinda hope we can."
"I-I-"
"Why don't you just take a moment to think?" Blaine suggested. "I'm not going to let go of you, and you don't have to say anything. I just want you to have a moment to get your thoughts in order. Because I really want to be considerate of what you want, Kurt. Honestly, I do. I know this is a big thing, and with me being who I am, known to the rest of the world-or at least some of it-it's even crazier. So, just take a moment and breathe and process. We'll work through this. I promise."
Kurt nodded, not saying anything. He closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly through his nose. As he did this, a lightbulb came on in his head, and he opened his eyes, finding Blaine's beautiful ones staring back at him intently, waiting. "I've got it," he breathed.
Blaine just made a small noise of encouragement, not saying anything.
"I want to meet your mom and your brother. I know that, logically, if this is our forever then meeting them is something that's going to be good for us in the long run. I know it will make you happy, and I want to do it. But I also want my mom to be there." There. The truth was out, and he felt so much better now that he'd realized what the problem was.
Blinking for just a second, surprised, Blaine asked, "You want your mom to be there?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah… We've been texting a bit. She knows what I'm doing, but I haven't seen her since I left for New York, and I thought I would be coming back in a few days. I don't need to see her; I don't even feel homesick. I just feel like she should be there. She should see you and-and know that I'm alright. Is-is that okay?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah. That's-that's more than okay, Kurt. You don't have to explain your need to see your mom to me. I get it. You're allowed to want to see her. And, I think it's a good idea. She should be there so we can meet, especially if you're going to be living with me from now on."
There were a few beats of silence. Then, Kurt asked, "Living with you from now on? Are you-Are you asking me to move in with you, Blaine Anderson?"
Cheeks coloring pink, he answered after a beat, "Uh...yeah. I-I guess I am."
"Come back here," Kurt urged, pulling on Blaine again until they were cuddled up together like they had been, Blaine's head on Kurt's shoulder. This time, he draped his wrists on Kurt's other shoulder, pressing his forehead very lightly against Kurt's neck and took a few deep breaths.
This is so right, he thought to himself. I need to tell him. "Kurt?" he mumbled, not moving from his spot.
"Yeah?"
"I know what you said earlier is right, that we-we haven't admitted what we are yet… I just… Are you scared?"
"Scared to admit what we are to each other?"
"Yeah. Do you… Do you…" He stopped, swallowing before continuing. "Do you feel like that little heart on our wrists makes everything seem like it's just a little too big to talk about? Like there's so much to say that words can't explain everything you feel yet there's almost nothing to say because that heart kind of explains everything?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I feel that way, too."
"Well, I know this isn't the same as admitting it, but I wanna tell you something," Blaine whispered, snuggling even closer. He smiled when he felt Kurt bring up a hand to cup the back of his head gently.
"What is it?"
"I feel like we were meant to meet, to find one another, to hold each other like this for the rest of our lives. Snuggled here with you like this, well, it feels like the completion of a puzzle, like I've been put back together the way I was meant to be when we were created. Maybe that's what a soulmate connection is supposed to feel like, but it feels bigger somehow. Like we've known one another longer than just for a few heartbeats before we were born into this world. Maybe that doesn't make any sense either, but..." He trailed off, the words to describe the rest of what was racing through his body and mind failing him.
"I feel it, too…" Kurt reassured him. "And, you've said it better than I ever could."
They stayed cuddled this way for a few more moments, contemplating everything before Blaine's stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence.
"Should we get some food?" Kurt asked, pulling away a bit to look at Blaine. "We can get redressed and find a restaurant or something."
"Would you mind terribly if we got room service? Cuddling and watching TV together was the best thing ever, and I kinda want to do it again…"
Kurt smiled, nodding. "You know, I've never ordered room service before," he said. "In fact, I've never done anything that fancy in my life before. These hotel rooms we get to keep staying in are a lot classier than anything I could ever afford. Did you know," he went on, smiling as Blaine sat up to look at him with wide eyes, "that for a little while, I considered staying in a hostel in New York just to save a bit of money?"
"You didn't," Blaine breathed.
"I did," Kurt nodded. "But I decided I wouldn't like the lack of privacy, so I found the cheapest hotel I could find. Then, my knight in shining armor rescued me, and the rest is history!"
Blaine grinned, his heart swelling at the thought of Kurt considering him to be his "knight in shining armor." "You know..." he said quietly. Then, he broke into song. "I can show you the world/Shining, shimmering splendid/Tell me, my prince, now when did you last let your heart decide?"
Kurt giggled, his hand covering his mouth. As Blaine continued to sing, he shimmied out from behind him, going to grab the menu for room service off the little desk in the corner. When Blaine finally stopped, looking at him with a little pout because he'd stopped paying attention, Kurt said, "My heart has decided on food. How about yours?"
Bouncing off the bed, Blaine wrapped Kurt in a tight, squeezy hug. "Whatever you'd like, prince charming."
The next evening at the concert, Kurt was a bundle of nerves. He was excited, yes, to meet Cooper and Blaine's mom, whom he'd learned was named Bella, but he was also scared out of his mind. He'd gotten a text confirmation from his mother that she was coming, too, and bringing her soulmate-yes, she'd confirmed they were official-Kai, too. So, while he was excited to see his mother, he was also nervous about that, too, wondering what she would think of his man and the tiny little heart on his wrist that was growing darker by the day.
"Hey," Blaine greeted him, coming up beside him as they waited for their cue to go on. "You feeling okay? You're looking pretty pale, and you're sweating."
"Has anyone ever literally died on stage?" Kurt asked, turning to look at his charismatic and confident man. "I think I might be the first if not. Because my stomach is in serious knots right now."
"About playing the show?" Blaine asked.
"No. About meeting everyone afterward. Even the thought of my mom coming backstage is making me get butterflies."
"Kurt, everything is going to be fine. I promise," Blaine assured him, wrapping him up in a hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "If anyone dares to say something mean to you, they'll have me to deal with. And, I may be short, but I can beat them up." He smiled wide, succeeding in getting a giggle out of Kurt.
"Thanks, but I don't think there will be any need for beating anyone up," Kurt reassured him. "It's more the tripping-over-my-words-and-looking-like-an-idiot thing that I'm worried about."
"I think it's adorable," Blaine reassured him. "I think you're adorable. You'll be fine." He gave him a quick, reassuring smile. "Come on. Let's go."
"If you say so," Kurt said, giving his man a quick kiss to the cheek as the stagehand beckoned them on, and they began their set.
After the show, as they were tearing everything down and putting their instruments away, Blaine came running up to Kurt, sliding to a stop in front of him and grinning at him widely. "Hi," he said. "Guess what."
At those words, Kurt's stomach tightened. "What?"
"Our moms are here, and they're already chatting. It looks like they're getting along well." He stepped to Kurt's side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pointing in the direction of Kurt's mom and another woman with long, dark, curly hair, standing beside Mr. Anderson whom Kurt instantly recognized from class. They looked like they were having a good time, and that made Kurt feel only slightly better.
"Should we leave them to get to know one another and sneak away?" Kurt asked, joking. Although, that aside, the idea of just avoiding the meeting was making him feel like there were fewer butterflies trying to take flight in his stomach.
"No," Blaine answered him, giving him a funny look. "I think we should go over there right now and say 'hi.' The quicker we get over there, the quicker it will be over." He winked at Kurt, grabbing his hand and beginning to tug him in the direction of their moms.
"Wait!" Kurt hissed, pulling back. "Wait! Get back over here and explain why you just winked at me!" Was he stalling? He didn't know, but Blaine had never winked at him before. It had to mean something.
"Um…" Blaine answered, not pulling on him any longer. "Um… No reason…"
"Uh-huh," Kurt answered dryly, a hand on his hip. "Do you expect me to believe that, Blaine Anderson?"
For some reason, that tone sent a shot of hormones through Blaine's body, his blood rushing south all at once to the wrong place. His cheeks, somehow, had enough blood leftover in them to color, too, and he ducked his head, muttering, "No," and looking up at Kurt from beneath his lashes.
Oh, my God. He needs to stop doing that, or I am going to have to excuse myself to the bathroom and get myself under control, Kurt thought to himself, doing his best to convince his body that it did not need to react to that beautiful picture that Blaine made. He put on his best stern voice and said, "I didn't think so. Explain yourself."
"Um… I just… Wanted to get back to the hotel with you for some… fun…"
Now, Kurt's body really wasn't listening. "Some fun?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. Some fun. Just...fun," Blaine answered, resisting the urge to add a few other things to his statement.
"Well, I suppose that some 'fun' does make a rather compelling argument," Kurt relented. He wanted to ask a few more questions about just what the word "fun" meant to Blaine, but he was pretty sure he had a good idea of what he meant. And, truth be told, he'd been thinking about it, too, wondering if it was too early in their blossoming relationship to want to be physically intimate with Blaine, something he'd never done with another man before. That wasn't the time or place to ask, though. So, he decided to let it go. For now. "But we can't just go rushing off to meet our moms. We have things to do first."
"Like what?" Blaine's tone was little more than air, and damn was his dick hard in his pants.
"Like…" Kurt glanced around desperately for something they could do that would get his mind off of Blaine, that face he'd made, and the things it was doing to him, the things he might want to do later. "Like stack all these chairs," he said, hoping Blaine would just go along with it to help him get by. He had done a decent job of keeping his eyes averted this entire time, and he wondered if Blaine was feeling as on-edge as he was.
"It would be rude to leave without stacking up those chairs, wouldn't it?" Blaine agreed, moving past Kurt to begin the task. He was thankful that he'd picked out something for them to do that would require a bit of movement to help themselves get less...excited, assuming Kurt was feeling the same way, of course. I've got to remember to say something to him about it later, he told himself, making a mental note.
By the time all the chairs were stacked up and they'd gotten a few strange looks from the stage crew whose job they were currently taking over, they met up again, standing shoulder to shoulder and watching their moms interact for a few more seconds. Moving chairs had sent their blood rushing to more appropriate areas, and they were feeling better and far more presentable now.
"Ready to go over there?" Blaine asked, reaching between them to grab Kurt's hand and squeeze it firmly in his own.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Kurt replied softly.
"I promise I've got you," Blaine reassured before leading them over.
Cooper was the first one to notice them. "Hey, squirt! Great show tonight," he complimented. Then, he cocked his head to the side, looking at Kurt with a funny expression. "Don't I know you from somewhere? I swear you seem familiar…"
"Uh, yeah. I was in your music appreciation class," Kurt told him. "At Dalton. A-a few years ago."
"That's it!" Cooper exclaimed. "You were the kid that walked in and just stared at the picture of my brother on the wall for several minutes with your mouth hanging open!"
"I wasn't the only one!" Kurt protested, his cheeks blushing furiously. "And, in my defense, that picture is huge!" Everyone chuckled at that, and Kurt glanced at Blaine, hoping he'd take the lead on the introductions. Things were starting off on a...weird...foot.
"Kurt, this is my older brother, Coop. Who is not supposed to call me 'squirt.'" He said the last part through clenched teeth, cringing when Cooper socked him lightly on the arm.
"Oh, come on, squirt. You like it."
Blaine didn't reply, sticking his tongue out at him before turning to his mother. He smiled at her, reaching out a hand in her direction to pull her into a quick side hug. "Kurt, this is my mom, Bella."
"Nice to meet you," Kurt said softly, nodding at her. He had to let go of Blaine's hand, however, when Bella leaned forward, wrapping Kurt in a tight hug.
"It's so nice to meet you," she whispered into his ear.
"You, too," he answered. When they let go, he turned to his own mother, pulling her into a hug, too. "Mom, this is Blaine. Blaine, my mother, Elizabeth."
"Nice to meet you, dear," Elizabeth said sweetly, giving Blaine a quick hug. Then, she turned to look at Kurt. "I was just speaking with Bella. I had no idea she and her sons lived only about an hour from us this whole time."
"We were really close," Blaine agreed. "If I'd known how close Kurt was, I would have tried to find him earlier. You really raised an amazing son." He smiled, taking his man's hand back into his own again.
"Thank you, but it wasn't all me. His father did a lot for him, too. And, it wouldn't have worked if you'd tried to find him sooner," Elizabeth reminded them. "The two of you are soulmates, and your marks dictated that you would meet in New York."
"Mom," Kurt hissed. "How did you know? We weren't, um… We weren't necessarily showing those off. Or telling anyone."
"Honey, what was I supposed to think? The two of you walked over here hand in hand, and you wear your heart on your sleeve. I could see it in the way you look at each other."
Kurt blushed but nodded, accepting what she'd said. He supposed they had been a little obvious. "Where's Kai?" he asked, looking around them for the man. "You said he was coming."
"He did, and he wanted to meet the two of you. But crowds give him a lot of anxiety. He wanted to catch an Uber back to our hotel, and he was hoping the two of you could stop by our room before we leave for home tomorrow."
"Maybe we could all go out for brunch?" Bella suggested. "It would be nice to have a quieter place to get to know one another. I'd suggest dinner, but I'm sure everywhere is closed."
"We could do brunch," Blaine replied, looking at Kurt for confirmation. When the other man shrugged, he went on. "Our next show is in Kansas City, but we don't have to be there until later in the day because we don't have a show tomorrow. So, we could do brunch if you're up for it, Elizabeth?"
"I think Kai and I would enjoy that a lot," Elizabeth confirmed. Then, she turned to Cooper. "So, do you teach at Dalton Academy? You were one of my son's professors?"
"I was," Cooper agreed, grinning. "I can share more about it tomorrow, but it was so funny to see him take in the awesomeness that is my little brother for the first time. If I'd known they were soulmates, I would have given him Blaine's number right away."
"Fate decides that," Elizabeth said softly. "No matter what we want or think would be ideal, Fate determines when and how each couple meets. They have nothing they can do to prevent it."
"You seem to know a lot about soulmates," Bella said. "Have you found yours before?"
Elizabeth's brow wrinkled. "I have. My first soulmate, Kurt's father, passed away when Kurt was still a very young man, and I just recently met my second soulmate, Kai."
"That's sad," Bella empathized, glancing at Kurt. "I'm sure losing your father was hard on you. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"It was," Kurt confirmed. "But I'm okay now. I still miss him every day, but I know he'd be happy to see what I'm doing with my life and that I've met my soulmate."
"He absolutely would, my dear," Elizabeth confirmed.
Kurt was about to say something else when Blaine let out a loud yawn beside him. A yawn that was just a little too long and a little too loud to be completely convincing.
"I am beat," Blaine said, giving the gathered group an apologetic smile. "It's been a long day, and I would like to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. We'll meet all of you tomorrow for brunch? Would you be okay with meeting at RH Rooftop, my treat?"
"RH Rooftop is so expensive," Elizabeth fretted. "I don't know if-"
"My treat. I'd really like to," Blaine cut in before she could protest further. "They have amazing food, and it would be a great place to relax and chat before we take off for our own lives again."
"They really do have amazing food," Bella said. "Totally worth the price point."
"Fine," Elizabeth agreed, but Kurt could tell that she wasn't totally convinced. "RH Rooftop it is. What time?"
"10:30," Blaine offered. "Or is that too late? We could meet at 10 instead."
"No. 10:30 is better," Elizabeth said, looking around the rest of the group. "Kai will need some time to get ready to go out in public. He always has a headache in the morning after he's been in a crowd for too long." Glancing at the small watch on her wrist, she gasped. "Oh, I should be going. Kai will be wondering where I am. I'll see you all at brunch!" She reached out an arm to Kurt, pulling him into a quick hug. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and whispered, "I love you. Great job tonight," in his ear before pulling away and smiling at him again. "I'll see all of you tomorrow." Then, she turned and left.
"We'd like to get going, too," Blaine commented again. "Mom? Coop? Do you guys have a ride back to your hotel? I could have the driver give you a lift."
"Oh, no. You don't need to do that. We'll just grab a Lyft or an Uber back. It's fine." She smiled, tugging at Cooper's arm lightly. "Come on, honey. Let's go back to the hotel and let these boys get to bed."
"Night," Blaine said, giving each of them a quick, half-second hug. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Then, with that, they were alone again.
"Where's everyone else?" Blaine wondered, looking around. "Do you know where the other guys went?"
"Back to the hotel, I think," Kurt answered. "I heard Jeff and Seb say something about being tired and wanting to get to bed."
"Oh, I agree. Although…" He wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt. "I was thinking there was something I'd like to do besides sleep. The 'fun' I mentioned earlier, if you remember."
Kurt blushed, and he could feel the blood rushing to his groin despite how embarrassed he was by Blaine's implication. Yes, he'd been thinking about it, but now that they were alone and Blaine was really flirting with him, Kurt was struck by just how little experience he had in that area… And, how badly he wanted to be with Blaine in that way.
"Of course, as long as that's okay with you," Blaine added, reading Kurt's hesitation easily.
"Ca-can we talk about it when we get back to-to our room?" Kurt asked him, stuttering out his request. "I-I don't want to… I mean, n-not here…"
"Of course," Blaine replied, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Let's go outside and find the car so we can get back to our room."
Kurt nodded, following him stoically. As they piled into the car to head back to their hotel, he thought about what he wanted, if he was ready for this next step with Blaine. Something was telling him that, yes, he was ready. After all the amazing skin-to-skin contact they'd been sharing, all the sizzling and electric feelings they'd felt zinging between them, he was ready for more. But what does more mean exactly? He didn't have to wait long to find out.
When they got back to their room, the first thing Blane did once the door was shut behind them was press Kurt up against it, his strong arms supporting his body on either side of Kurt's shoulders as he claimed his lips in a soft kiss. "You were amazing tonight," he breathed against Kurt's mouth, his warm breath ghosting lightly across Kurt's blushed cheeks and closed eyelids. "And, I want to say thank you for how amazing you were. Both on stage and after." Then, his mouth was covering Kurt's again, delving deeply, dancing and exploring as their kiss grew more heated.
Kurt found his hands beginning to wander the longer they kissed, his fingers beginning to pull at the hem of Blaine's shirt, diving down to swipe just above Blaine's waistband, and then up to gently touch his abs. He worked his way around from Blaine's back to his stomach, smiling when his fingertips found the gentle groove that naturally guided his hands down to a much more erogenous zone. "Need this off," he begged when Blaine pulled back just a bit to give them both a moment to breathe. "Need to feel your skin." He tugged at the bottom of his shirt insistently.
Quicker than Kurt could process what was happening, Blaine's shirt was in a puddle on the floor, and he was guiding Kurt's own shirt up his torso. "May I?" he asked, glancing up at Kurt through his lashes.
All Kurt could do was nod.
When Blaine pressed up against him again, his warm skin rested against Kurt's, immediately sending a shiver down the other man's spine again. "Is this okay?" Blaine asked, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at Kurt's mouth. He really wanted to kiss him again, but he could sense a bit of hesitation still coming from the other man. He wanted their first sexual experience together to be good for both of them, not just him. This was his soulmate, after all, and Kurt deserved the best parts of him, not just the hormonal parts that thought that Kurt was incredibly hott.
"I love this part," Kurt confirmed. "I love the feeling of your body against my body. It's just..."
"Tell me, please. I want...I want this to be good for you, too."
"I just haven't ever had anyone to be intimate with," Kurt explained. "I-I wasn't really completely out of the closet in high school, and in college, no one paid much attention to me. A-and now, I mean, I just met you a few days ago, and..." He swallowed. "I'm a virgin, Blaine, and this is all new for me."
Blaine was surprised that Kurt's admission didn't shock him more. Somehow, he supposed, he'd already sort of known that he was new to all of this. So, he took it in stride, doing his best to make Kurt feel comfortable. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. We didn't really talk about it or what we wanted, so if you need more time, I'm-"
"No. I-I mean, no. We-we didn't talk about it, but I don't want to-to not do anything. Just... Will you lead the way, at least until I get comfortable?"
"Anything you need," Blaine answered. "Now, I-I really want to kiss you again. May I?"
"Yeah... I'd like that."
Their lips met again in another kiss, and despite starting out far more tender than it had when they'd first walked into their hotel room, it didn't stay that way. It grew heated quickly, and they were soon fumbling their way to the bed as they continued to try to kiss and also remove their pants to ease some of the pressure on their erections.
Blaine was the first out of his, and he collapsed onto the bed in nothing but his boxers, panting hard, watching Kurt with blown pupils. "What do you think you're ready for?" he managed to ask.
"Maybe just... um... Maybe you could just... use your mouth?"
"Are you asking me for a blow job?"
Kurt nodded, not able to make the words come out of his mouth. He felt he should be embarrassed, but he tried to ignore it. They could handle his shy tendencies later. Right now, he just wanted to feel Blaine's warm, firm body pressed against his again because he'd never felt anything like it and couldn't imagine anything more wonderful and heavenly. Well, except for maybe the heat of his warm mouth around his cock.
Blaine nodded before lifting one hand to beckon Kurt over. "Come here, then. I want to kiss that perfect body of yours."
Blushing hard, Kurt crawled up the bed, laying down beside Blaine and rolling onto his side so he could look at him. He could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, and something told him that if Blaine would just hold him again, everything would be right in his world. He would feel whole and calm once more. Maybe it was the soulmate connection; maybe it was the desire to know the man he was set to spend the rest of his life with in a more intimate way. Regardless, Kurt wanted Blaine closer, and he placed a hand on his chest tenderly. "How do we do this?" he whispered, his eyes wandering lustily across the other man's bare skin. Despite his nerves, he couldn't deny how much he wanted Blaine's perfect form.
"I think," Blaine replied, rolling onto his side to face Kurt, resting his head on his hand, "that we should let it happen, whatever it's going to be, naturally. Maybe we just go back to kissing and leave the rest up to Fate. If tonight is supposed to lead to more, then more will happen."
Kurt smiled, wordlessly leaning in and claiming Blaine's lips with his own, this time taking the lead on pressing their mouths together, his tongue darting out to trace the crease of Blaine's mouth, his lips sucking Blaine's upper lip between his teeth, loving the feel of kissing him once again.
Blaine replied in kind, wrapping his arms around Kurt's torso and pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together from the waist down, their legs tangling together, their erections rubbing roughly together from inside their underwear.
It didn't take long until both of them were feeling as turned on as they had been before, panting and ready for more. Blaine had been running his hands over Kurt's skin, exploring each and every curve and bulge of muscle, and they came to a stop at the waistband of Kurt's underwear, pausing as the other boy met his eyes, a question clearly evident in them. He didn't say anything, but he continued to watch, hoping Kurt would pick up on his meaning and wanting to read for himself how the other boy was feeling about going further.
Nodding, Kurt watched Blaine's face as he felt fingertips hooking into his waistband and slowly drawing his underwear down. If he was being honest, the friction felt amazing on his cock, sending him closer to the orgasm his body had been chasing ever since they got back to their room. He felt a little moan rising in the back of his throat, and he couldn't bite it back, his cheeks coloring slightly as the sound came out.
"That was beautiful," Blaine whispered in his ear, his tone full of reverence for the amazing and wonderful creature that was the man laid out in front of him.
"I-I-" He wanted to protest, but he didn't want to hide anything from Blaine. He deserved to know him, who he was in all of his headspaces, especially the one he was currently in, nervous yet eagerly anticipating what was coming next. It wasn't as if this was the only time Blaine was going to see him needy and wanting. At least, he hoped not.
"You are wonderful, Kurt. You don't have to be embarrassed by any sounds you make or anything you do when we're intimate," Blaine promised, smiling at him as he let Kurt's underwear slip from his fingers onto the floor beside the bed. He turned his gaze to take in the perfect sight before him, Kurt's red, dripping, straining cock bobbing before him, just waiting to be touched and worshiped. "Are you ready?" he asked softly, wanting to be sure that Kurt had gotten used to being naked in front of him before they moved on to the next part of their evening.
Once again, Kurt could do nothing but nod.
Lovingly, Blaine began to place kisses down Kurt's chest, starting at the dip between his pecs and leaving a trail down to his navel. From there, he placed a line of kisses across the place where the band of his underwear had rested upon his hips. When he once again had Kurt moaning softly, his hips wriggling beneath his lips with every press of them against his skin, he stopped, looking up to watch Kurt's face for a moment. Then, without saying another word, he moved down to Kurt's cock and sunk down on it, taking it about halfway down before pulling back and off in one smooth motion.
"Ohhhhhh," Kurt stuttered, his breath catching as his brain tried to wrap itself around the fact that Blaine had just had his mouth around his cock. A million questions flitted through his mind, a hundred things they probably should have talked about before they started doing this. Somehow, though, these questions and thoughts didn't seem too important, because they vanished almost as quickly as they flashed through, and Kurt fell back into just experiencing his first sexual encounter with the man that was his forever.
Blaine knew what he could do with his mouth. Unlike this wonderful man in front of him, he had been with other people before, and he knew how they generally responded to his mouth. This time was special, though, the beginning of the rest of his life with the man Fate had chosen for him, and he wanted to make Kurt's experience, his very first experience with anyone but especially with him, the most wonderful thing he'd ever experienced in his life. So, with that in mind, he placed a few kisses around Kurt's cock, pressing his lips to the tip, down the vein on the underside, and around the base before moving back up, following the same path as before. When he reached the tip again, he sank down on Kurt's cock once more, this time taking in the whole thing.
Unable to control his hips, Kurt pushed up a bit into Blaine's mouth. "Ohhh fuuuck..."
Pressing down on Kurt's hips to keep them pinned to the bed, Blaine continued, bobbing up and down over and over, occasionally using his tongue to add to the feeling, sometimes humming to send tremors through Kurt's body to his balls. He knew Kurt wouldn't last long, not for his first blow job, but he wanted it to be the best one yet.
Kurt could feel his orgasm coming as his balls began to tighten, his belly feeling as though a fire was being raised in it, the heat of Blaine's mouth and the vibrations of him humming around his cock the last things he registered before he knew it was inevitable. "Blaine, I-" He tried, unable to get out anything as he felt the tip of Blaine's tongue drag across his head, sliding lightly through his slit. Then, he felt Blaine's hand squeeze his hip, and he was cumming down his throat, his body thrumming with pleasure and his mouth making sounds he couldn't even understand, would normally never allow to leave his chest.
Once he was sure Kurt was done, Blaine pulled off with one last lick up Kurt's softening cock, coming to lay down beside the other man's spent body and tracing a finger around one of his nipples as he waited for Kurt to regain enough strength to open his eyes and look at him again.
"Thank you," were the first words out of Kurt's mouth.
Blaine smiled. "For what?"
"For that. It was...amazing. Wonderful. Better than I'd ever dreamed it could be, my first time with-with someone else..."
"You're welcome," Blaine replied, leaning in to press another quick kiss to Kurt's lips.
"Do-do you want me to-"
Blaine was already shaking his head. "You don't need to," he replied, ignoring the way his cock was screaming at him that he really did want release. "I want you to be comfortable, and giving you a wonderful orgasm is enough for me."
"I-I want to-" Kurt couldn't get it all out, his cheeks coloring again, the blush sinking down his neck and into his chest and shoulders. "I want..."
"You want what?" Blaine whispered, ghosting his lips across Kurt's cheek.
"I want to touch..."
"You can do that," Blaine promised. "You don't have to use your mouth. Only do what makes you feel comfortable."
Kurt nodded, sitting up and stretching his long body for a moment before making eye contact with Blaine. His eyes flicked down to Blaine's crotch and back up, a question on his lips.
Blaine just nodded, not waiting for the other man to ask. "You can."
As gently as he could, Kurt pulled down Blaine's underwear, revealing his perfect body beneath. As he let the underwear fall from his fingertips to the ground, he heard himself gasp as he just looked. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd expected to see, but what he saw was definitely beautiful, just like the rest of Blaine's slender, compact body. His cock was bowing toward his stomach, flushed and begging to be touched, for release. He wanted to reach out and touch it, to take it into his hand and feel the weight of it in his grasp, to see if it compared to what he'd always imagined another man's cock would feel like. But he was nervous, and as he reached out a hand, his fingertips trembled.
"Take your time," Blaine told him, watching him closely. "If you're not comfortable, you don't have to. I-"
In response, Kurt tentatively traced a fingertip down Blaine's cock, smiling as Blaine shivered, his eyes slipping closed. Feeling more confident, Kurt wrapped his whole hand around Blaine's shaft, loving the way he felt in his hand: hot, heavy, and straining. Giving him an experimental pump, Kurt thought to himself, I can do this. I can make him feel as good as he made me feel.
So, he started off slow, keeping up a steady pace as he got a feel for what he was doing, getting used to the way Blaine's cock felt, how he liked to be touched, what made those tiny whimpers escape his lips. Blaine only had to guide him a few times, reminding him to slow down or be a little more gentle. Overall, however, Kurt did it all on his own, and he could tell that when Blaine began to grab fistfuls of the sheet beside him with white knuckles, his hips lifting off the mattress in their own desperate dance, that he was close. So, Kurt pumped faster.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Blaine chanted, his hips lifting higher this time as his stomach muscles flexed and his balls tightened. "Kuuuuurt." A moment later, he was painting his stomach and Kurt's hand with his cum.
Kurt slowed down, but he didn't stop until Blaine began to whimper just a bit.
"Too much," he whined. He relaxed when his spent cock was released, waiting for Kurt to come and lay beside him as he'd done during Kurt's post-orgasmic bliss. Then, however, he felt a dip, and the bed next to him was empty. Opening his eyes, Blaine watched as Kurt's perfect ass disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged a few moments later with a damp cloth, coming over and handing it to Blaine. "Thanks."
Nodding, Kurt perched on the edge of the bed, his hands twisting in his lap. He stared at them, not looking at Blaine.
When he'd finished cleaning himself up, he leaned up on his elbow, reaching out to tug on Kurt's arm. "Come here," he implored quietly.
Silently, Kurt laid down on the bed beside him, covering his hips with the sheet and turning large, questioning eyes toward him.
"You did amazing," Blaine whispered, bending to kiss his lips. "That felt wonderful."
"Really?"
"Really. You have no idea how much I've been wanting to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you this morning," Blaine replied. "There's something about being your man that really just does something to me, something about today that made me want more with you than what we'd had."
Kurt giggled at that. "I've been thinking about it all day, too," he admitted. "I just wasn't sure I was ready."
"Well, I thought you were perfect," Blaine answered, snuggling closer, a huge yawn escaping him. "Are you ready to sleep now? I'm exhausted."
"I could sleep," Kurt agreed, bringing a hand up to pet at Blaine's hair. When he felt Blaine beginning to hum contentedly against his shoulder, like a cat purring at a good snuggle, he smiled, stretching out one of his long arms to flip off the lamp that he couldn't remember ever turning on. "Good night," he whispered, kissing the top of Blaine's head and getting comfy against his pillows.
"Night," Blaine whispered against him, kissing his shoulder. A few moments later, he was snoring softly.
