A/N: Have a nice, light, fluffy and smutty chapter. Our boys are reunited so of course there's going to be sex. For once though, I've included smut and not made it literally the entire chapter. I'd been starting to wonder if that was something I'm even capable of.
Blaine holds the apartment door open as Kurt walks through, towing his suitcase behind him. He stops just inside the door, surveying the apartment.
"So what do you think?" Blaine asks, coming up behind and wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist.
"I still can't really believe that you have your own apartment," Kurt says with a laugh.
Blaine laughs, too, warm and familiar and Blaine. "Would you like a tour?"
"I'd love a tour," Kurt says, looking back over his shoulder and smiling at Blaine.
"Okay! Well, this is the living room and kitchen. It's very open concept, which is definitely why I chose it, and had absolutely nothing to do with being one of the only affordable apartments that Wes and I could find," Blaine says seriously as he gestures around the room.
"Right, of course. Excellent taste," Kurt says back with a serious nod.
"On this side of the room, you'll see a door leading to an elegant bathroom, complete with a toilet, sink, and shower." Blaine leads Kurt across the room and stands to the side of the bathroom door, pushing it open so Kurt can see.
Kurt pokes his head through the door, taking in the small bathroom and he chuckles. "You know, there is something to say about simplicity, isn't there?"
"And if you'll follow me this way," Blaine continues, leading Kurt toward a short hallway with a door on each side, "you'll see Wes' bedroom, which I'm under strict instructions to not show you, and my bedroom." Blaine opens the door and motions for Kurt to enter.
"I'll take that," Blaine says, taking Kurt's suitcase as Kurt walks into the room then slowly makes his way around, taking in the small details that make it Blaine's: a desk with a pile of school books; a small bookcase with some of his favourite novels; a photo of the two of them from the past summer on Blaine's bedside table.
Kurt takes a seat on Blaine's bed and looks back at his boyfriend, who is still standing near the doorway smiling at him. "It's really great, Blaine," he says, dropping the mock seriousness of the tour.
"I'm glad you're here," Blaine says, moving across the room and taking a seat on the bed next to Kurt, placing a sweet, chaste kiss on Kurt's lips as he sits.
They sit there together on Blaine's bed for a few minutes, Kurt continuing to look around the room and take in more of the small details that Blaine has added. A photo with the Warblers after one of their competitions sits on top of the bookcase next to a photo of Blaine and Cooper.
"God, I'm hungry," Kurt says as a pang of hunger hits him; he'd barely eaten all day.
"Me too," Blaine agrees, turning to Kurt and kissing at his neck.
Kurt laughs lightly. "No, Blaine, really, I'm hungry."
"So am I," Blaine says, nibbling lightly at the skin now and moving a hand down to cup at Kurt's cock through his pants. Kurt shivers, lets out a surprised moan at the touch. What was he saying before?
"Missed you," Blaine murmurs into the skin of Kurt's neck, and then he's dropping down to his knees in front of Kurt, hands working at his belt.
"I missed you too," Kurt says breathlessly as he threads his fingers through Blaine's hair, breaking the gel's hold on the dark curls.
"Wanna taste you," Blaine says, finally pulling Kurt's belt open, then quickly unzipping his pants. Kurt lifts his hips off the bed and Blaine pulls them, along with his underwear, down to the floor, and Kurt's cock, quickly growing harder, rests against his thigh.
"Blaine," Kurt gasps as Blaine pushes his legs apart, places a small kiss on the inside of Kurt's thigh, wraps a hand around his now-hard cock.
"Yeah, love?" Blaine asks innocently, staring up at Kurt with honey-brown eyes under thick lashes.
"Fuck," Kurt breathes, tossing his head back as Blaine slowly strokes him.
Blaine chuckles darkly, then takes Kurt fully into his mouth, swallowing him back as far as he can take it.
"Fuck!" Kurt is louder this time, but then claps his hand over his mouth in a sudden panic, trying to hold back his whimpers. "Wait, where- oh, oh my god, Blaine, I- where's Wes?" He manages to stutter out.
Blaine pulls off with a loud pop, smiles up at Kurt. "He's gone for the night." Blaine holds Kurt's gaze as he slowly, teasingly traces his tongue over the head of Kurt's cock.
"Oh thank god," Kurt groans, and Blaine smirks as he takes just the tip of Kurt into his mouth and sucks lightly at it, sending a shiver through Kurt's body.
"Please, Blaine," Kurt whimpers, tugging gently at the hair between his fingers.
Blaine obliges, sinking back down over Kurt as Kurt gasps and moans wantonly beneath his touch, one hand firm on Kurt's thigh and the other reaching down and gently fondling his balls. It doesn't take long before he feels the heaviness in his balls, feels the pleasure coming to a head.
"I'm close," he gasps out as Blaine bobs up and down on his knees.
Blaine slides off Kurt, wraps a hand around his cock and pumps quickly. "Come for me."
That does it. Blaine's voice low and raw, hand wrapped around Kurt, and he's spurting streaks of white into Blaine's mouth, but also across his face, in his hair, and it's dirty and messy but fuck if it isn't hot, too.
As Kurt comes down from his orgasm, he releases Blaine's hair. "God, you're a mess," he says, voice full of awe as he thumbs some of his come off Blaine's cheek.
"I'm a mess," Blaine repeats in agreement, gently taking Kurt's hand and pulling Kurt's thumb into his mouth, licking it clean.
"Fuck," Kurt moans, how did he get so lucky to get a boyfriend this hot, and he's sure his dick would be hard just from that visual if he hadn't just come... all over Blaine. That's his come that Blaine is covered in, that Blaine is licking off his fingers now.
"Get up here. Now." He doesn't give Blaine a chance to follow through, just grabs him by the collar and hauls him up, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss, and oh god he can taste himself on Blaine's tongue and it should be gross but it's not, it's just hot, and he needs this, needs to taste Blaine right now.
"On your back." It comes out like an order, and he's pretty sure this is the most assertive he's ever been in the bedroom, but Blaine doesn't seem to mind, obeying instantly and laying back in the center of the bed. Kurt's hands are quick, fingers quickly undoing Blaine's belt, opening his pants, and pulling them down just far enough so that Blaine's cock springs free, thick and hard and dribbles of precome at the head. He doesn't tease, doesn't have it in him right now, just holds Blaine's hips down and takes Blaine fully into his mouth, and he feels Blaine's hips try to stutter up beneath his hands as he gasps.
"Kurt," Blaine whines, reaching a hand down and stroking over Kurt's cheek.
Kurt doesn't respond, or even pause, just sets a fast pace as he bobs up and down on Blaine's cock, Blaine writhing and moaning beneath him, and before long Blaine is coming, too, shooting straight down Kurt's throat as he moans Kurt's name.
Kurt strokes Blaine through the orgasm before crawling back up the bed and lying beside his boyfriend. They stare at each other for a few moments before Kurt finally speaks.
"You really are a mess."
Blaine chuckles lightly. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"You should go get a shower. I'll find something for us to eat while you're in there."
"Okay," Blaine agrees.
Kurt sits on the couch in the living room, snuggled into Blaine's side, with a box of Chinese take-out in his lap.
"This is the best Chinese food I've ever had," he says as he takes another piece of chicken into his mouth.
"The best thing about New York is the food," Wes says decidedly from his spot on the chair next to them.
"I don't think I'd agree with that," Blaine chimes in.
"The food is definitely not the best thing about New York," Kurt agrees.
"How would you know? You just got here, and we all know you didn't do much sight-seeing around the city last night," Wes says with a teasing wink, and Kurt feels his face flush hot.
Blaine rolls his eyes. "I'll have you know I plan on giving Kurt a wonderful tour of the city. But I hadn't seen my boyfriend in over a month, so sue me for wanting to spend some alone time with him."
"Maybe I will someday," Wes shoots back with a grin before shoveling another forkful of rice into his mouth. "So, are you ready for a night out on the town tonight, Kurt?" Wes' mouth is still full of food, and normally that would be gross, but Wes is just kind of a dork and somehow Kurt doesn't mind it nearly as much as when Finn does it back home.
"Yeah, I guess so," he shrugs.
Kurt had told Blaine that he wanted to meet Sebastian, and Sebastian thought a fun way to meet Kurt and show him the city was to go out to a club. Blaine evidently agreed. Kurt isn't sure how he feels about it, but Blaine assured him that he and Seb, as Blaine calls him, do this all the time, Sebastian can get a fake ID for Kurt, it will be fun. Kurt wants to meet Sebastian, and he wants to spend time with Blaine, and he doesn't want Blaine to think he's boring or no fun, so if this is what living in New York is about, well, he'll go. He's sure it will be fine; he'll be there with Blaine, after all.
"It'll be a blast," Wes says, setting his food down on the coffee table and standing up, walking past the boys on the couch and ruffling Blaine's hair in the process.
"Hey!" Blaine shouts after him, but Wes just laughs. "He's right though," Blaine says, looking back at Kurt as he tries to smooth his hair back down, "it will be fun. You'll have a great time, I promise. It's nothing like Lima. Seeing all these people that can just... be themselves. It's so great, Kurt, you don't even understand."
"I'm looking forward to it," Kurt says, offering Blaine a small smile.
"Water, anyone?" Wes asks from the where he stands in front of the open fridge.
"Sure," Blaine calls back.
"Yes, please," Kurt adds, then turns back to Blaine. "Who else is going tonight?"
"Amanda said she would come, and I think she's bringing Sarah. Amanda doesn't drink, but she wanted to meet you. That's probably it."
"That's sweet of her," Kurt says, smiling a little more easily now.
"Sarah's great, you'll love her," Wes says as he places three glasses of water on the coffee table and sits on the chair again. "If only she weren't gay...," he says wistfully.
Blaine rolls his eyes. "It's a good thing she is, I wouldn't wish you on anyone," he says with a laugh.
"Hey! I resent that remark," Wes frowns, reaching over and swatting at Blaine's arm.
"Are you guys like this all the time?" Kurt asks, raising an eyebrow at the other boys.
"Only when Blaine is rude," Wes says, "so, yes, all the time."
Blaine rolls his eyes at that. "I've never been rude in my life."
"Tell that to that guy on the subway the other day."
"I wasn't rude, he was taking up an entire bench and that woman was pregnant! He shouldn't need someone else to tell him to move."
Kurt sits back and enjoys his supper as Blaine and Wes continue their banter, taking turns accusing the other of a variety of social faux-pas, but there's no heat behind any of the words. It reminds him of being at Dalton, when they first fell in love and everything felt easier.