Please, please forgive me for not posting in almost a month! I went on vacation, then came back and realized that the thousands of other things I had put off had to be done. However, I wrote bits and pieces of this along the way and now I'm finally updating!
Also, super sorry for the cliffhanger. It had to be done. Enjoy the next chapter!
PS: I don't own Glee or its characters. I keep forgetting to write that on my chapters.
Chapter Six
Blaine didn't know what was happening. He could feel his head nodding and his palms get sweaty, but he forgot everything as Kurt leaned in, placing his lips on Blaine's. His hand moved up to cup the side of the other boy's face. Blaine couldn't control his actions now; he subconsciously leaned in further, wrapping his hands around the back of Kurt's head and pulling him closer
The two pulled apart for a moment, Blaine staring into Kurt's eyes with shock. He could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was obvious that Kurt was drunk. What did it matter, anyways? He suddenly dove back in, making Kurt gasp as their faces crashed together. Blaine felt his back push against the shelf behind him as the other boy deepened the kiss, his hands moving to Blaine's sides. Santana had never kissed him like this. Quinn had never kissed him like this. Those girls in his freshman year had never kissed him like this.
Kurt's tongue playfully slipped into the kiss, making Blaine let out a noise he never knew he could even make. Kurt seemed to notice and did it again. His hands moved to Blaine's waist. He shivered, a wave of pleasure shooting through his body as the taller boy let his hands move further underneath Blaine's shirt.
They seperated, eyes wide. Blaine noticed that Kurt's lips were swollen and his hair was just a bit more messy than it was earlier in the night. His heart was beating too quickly for him to relax. Kurt, he noticed, had a satisfied grin and was now leaning against the shelves again. Blaine leaned back, too, taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes.
A voice from outside made his heart stop.
"Alright, thirty seconds and the dwarf and Hummel will be let out!" Puck said from outside the closet. More voices followed.
Blaine walked towards the door, pressing his ear against the cold wood. He could hear voices clearer now, their drunken slurs and laughs no longer muffled noise.
"Bet this isn't the first time Hummel's come out of the closet," Blaine heard Quinn say. Only a few voices laughed.
"That's not nice, Quinn! You may be pretty, but that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want!" Rachel said back, stumbling on her words.
"He's gay gay, Berry," Santana laughed. "Like, afraid of lady parts gay."
Anger bubbled inside of Blaine and he turned to see Kurt watching him with wide eyes. Had he heard them, too?
"Your boyfriend is in there, too, Santana," Quinn said. He heard cheering and high-fiving, signaling that the game had ended and that everyone had gone their separate ways. "Maybe he'll come out, too!"
"Shut it, Fabray!" Santana retorted. There were shouts and a shriek from Quinn then the muffled sound of Santana screaming in Spanish.
Suddenly, light poured into the closet and Puck's face appeared. He looked concerned, but didn't seem to be paying attention to anything in particular.
"Uh, you guys can come out if you want," he said, stepping aside so they could exit. "But I'm out of here. Santana and Quinn are starting to fight, and now Rachel's getting involved." He paused, glancing behind him. "I'm leaving while I can."
Blaine could see Artie, Tina, Mercedes, and Mike leaving from behind him, some obviously more drunk than the others, but everyone seeming to want to leave. Puck quickly followed the crowd, allowing Blaine to step out and see the fight more clearly.
Finn, who looked absolutely terrified, held back Santana while Rachel attempted to hold back Quinn, though she managed to get a few swings at Santana.
Blaine turned back to Kurt, who was now looking over the shelves with wonder. Blaine sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling the taller boy out of the closet and to the front door.
"I- we should-" he paused, watching Kurt. He raised an eyebrow at the fight behind them. "- we should go," Blaine said forcefully, pushing Kurt out of the front door and to the car.
The last car was turning the corner once Blaine and Kurt had made it to their transportation. Blaine opened the door to the backseat, stepping aside and gently pushing Kurt inside.
"You're in the back, mister. You've drank too much," Blaine said softly.
Within a moment, Kurt had pulled Blaine inside, too, and was grabbing his waist. Blaine sucked in a breath, trying to comprehend the situation.
"Hey, what-"
"You're so great, Blaine," Kurt said in a sing-song voice, giggling as he tried to kiss Blaine's chin. His hands traveled further underneath Blaine's shirt. "You're so beautiful-"
"You really think that?" Blaine questioned quietly. Kurt's eyes became wider.
"Yeah."
There was a minute of quiet between them before Blaine closed the door behind him and climbed into the front seat. Kurt was giggling softly behind him, making a small smile creep onto his face as he drove away.
Getting Kurt into the house was easier than Blaine had expected. Even in his drunkenness, he seemed to recognize his own house and would gladly go inside. As soon as they reached the living room, Kurt collapsed onto the couch in a fit of giggles. Blaine took the opportunity to look around for water, medicine, and some gatorade (his personal favorite hangover cure) for Kurt the next morning. As he was doing so, he looked at the clock for the first time that night. 12:52 pm.
Blaine turned to Kurt, sighing. He was aloof and fiddling with his pants. Blaine hadn't even noticed how great he looked in those pants until now.
"Kurt," Blaine said, collecting his supplies and walking over to him. "Where's your room?"
"Upstairs," Kurt replied simply. Blaine rolled his eyes at the limited directions but continued towards the stairs. Kurt followed him.
Blaine looked back and noticed the taller boy struggling to get up the stairs. He took a breath and walked down a few steps, allowing Kurt to lean on him and walk up. Kurt hummed in response and made it up, stumbling towards a door at the end of the hall.
Yep, Blaine thought. This is Kurt's room.
The walls were painted a pale gray, but the room and its decor spoke for itself. A long, mahogany bookshelf was adorned with books, playbills, vinyl records, and little trinkets. His bed, across from the bookshelf, was large enough to comfortably allow two people to sleep, and the covers, despite their unusual pattern, seemed to fit in with whatever "theme" the room was following. Everything in the room had a place, though what intrigued Blaine most was the ginormous closet.
Kurt stumbled towards the bed and fell onto it, sighing with delight. Blaine set his supplies on the bedside table and looked at Kurt for a moment. He was staring at Blaine with those hypnotizing blue eyes. Blaine took a deep breath.
"I should-"
"Stay." Kurt's tone was commanding without him trying to make it so. Blaine couldn't hide the shock that washed across his face, but soon, Kurt was standing a few inches away, gazing into his eyes.
He pulled Blaine into a kiss, resting one hand on his shoulder and another on the side of his face. Blaine sucked in a breath; the feeling of warmth he had experienced earlier had returned and he fell into the kiss, allowing his hands to rest on Kurt's waist.
Kurt slipped his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Blaine gasped, earning a playful smile from Kurt. He leaned in. He felt as if he were floating; he hadn't kissed like this before. Kurt moved to his neck, finding a spot right below his jaw and sucking on it. Blaine moaned- he moaned- and rolled his head back, allowing Kurt better access. Kurt hummed in pleasure and continued on the spot, seeming to enjoy whatever noises Blaine was making. Even Blaine couldn't tell at that point.
Blaine let his hands slip to Kurt's back. The taller boy gasped, surprised by the cool touch. Blaine's hands slipped further underneath his shirt. He couldn't remember the last time he had done this with anyone. All the slushies he had thrown, all of his regrets melted away in a moment as Kurt's body was against his'. All he could focus on was here and now.
"You're hot," Kurt mumbled, pulling back for a moment. Blaine took a breath, looking at Kurt. His eyes were darker now, though they seemed to be glittering with delight.
"You're beautiful," Blaine said quietly. He stopped moving as Kurt smiled sloppily, gazing at him. Did he really just say that?
The alcohol, he reminded himself. It's the alcohol.
Before he could do anything else, Blaine was pulled onto the bed and Kurt was all over him again, his mouth on Blaine's neck as he worked his way on top of him. He pulled Kurt back to his mouth, enjoying the feeling of kissing. Kissing was good. Kissing Kurt was great.
Blaine felt a quick tug at his shirt before Kurt nipped at his ear. "Off," he breathed, gripping onto the fabric. He took a deep breath before pulling the shirt over his head and letting it drop to the ground. Should he even be doing this? With Kurt, of all people? His mind turned to a blur once more as he felt hot breath on his chest.
"Now you," he heard himself say. Blaine was shocked with himself. Going to a party? Getting drunk and making out with a guy? Everything he had done was so unlike him. Something about it was enticing.
Kurt smirked and pulled off his shirt. Blaine's eyes widened as he saw him return without his top. His porcelain skin tone basically glowed underneath the light. Kurt himself radiated with confidence. Blaine couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or not, but something about the boy in front of him was too appealing.
Kurt began to pepper kisses down Blaine's chest as he squirmed underneath his touch. Blaine could barely breathe. He could feel the bulge through Kurt's pants as he was on top of him. He knew that he was the same way. Something made him buck his hips up. Kurt gasped, grinding down. He couldn't believe the situation. Everything was supposed to be so wrong, yet it was so right.
"K-Kurt-" he stuttered, writhing. "K-Kurt, we c-can't-" he stopped as he felt Kurt slow. "I can't."
Blaine felt the lack of weight overtop of him and sat up, his vision clearing. He turned to see Kurt watching him with wide eyes.
"I- I just-" Blaine started, but Kurt's soft, slurred voice cut made him trail off.
"You're not gay," Kurt said.
Blaine breathed in. He could sense doubt in Kurt's voice. Normally, Kurt would hide his doubt. The alcohol obviously made him forget to. For some odd reason, Blaine preferred to hear this.
"I- I have a girlfriend."
Kurt nodded slowly. He was watching Blaine's chest the entire time, seeming to avoid his eyes. He lay back, silent as he stared at the ceiling. A small, goofy smile spread across his face.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Blaine asked, feeling himself smile. God, Kurt's smile was just so contagious.
"Nothing," Kurt slurred in response, rolling over. That same smile was still on his face.
Blaine sighed. Suddenly, it hit him: he had nowhere to go. If he went home, his parents would kill him. Plus, he could be pulled over for drunk driving. If he stayed, though, he knew the consequences. He knew somehow, with her latina third eye, Santana would find out and kill him.
He looked back to Kurt, who seemed to have dozed off while he was thinking. He looked across the room and saw pajama pants on the dresser. Blaine collected them and brought the pair to Kurt. Nudging the sleeping boy softly, he murmured, "Kurt." Kurt awoke slowly, looking up at Blaine. "Kurt, put these on."
Kurt nodded and slipped on the pants, while Blaine made sure the supplies he found downstairs were set somewhere that Kurt would be able to find them. After a moment, Kurt had dozed off again and Blaine was watching him silently.
"Kurt," he said quietly. A tired Kurt looked up, light eyelashes fluttering open to reveal his eyes. Eyes, Blaine repeated to himself. "I- uh, I-" Kurt cocked his head to the side sleepily. "Hold me?"
Blaine requested quietly, a soft blush appearing on his face.
Kurt's eyelashes fluttered shut again. Blaine took a deep breath and settled himself on Kurt's bed. He felt warmth on his back and tensed up before relaxing into Kurt's side.
Did girls hold you like this?
He had no time to question now. Blaine let himself fall asleep in Kurt's arms.
oo, progress!
I'll try to update more regularly now that I have a somewhat normal schedule. As the school year comes to a close, I'll have more time, too.
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