A.N. It's. Been. So. Long. I had so few opportunities to write at all these past six months, and even when I had time I would stare at an empty screen no longer sure how to start a fic or chapter. Apologies for the super long delay. I've not abandoned anything and anyone who sent a message asking if I was going to stop writing soon, the answer is definitely 'no'.
I wrote this shorter piece just to get my head back into the swing of fanfiction, a gentle ease-in so the standard isn't great but it is something. 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' is one of my favourite songs, and I've already written a one-shot fic named after the song, but someone recently tried to ruin the song for me by pointing out it's dodgy lyrics so – of course! - I write a fic about it. Hope you like it! I tried to use as much of the lyrics as possible, though not necessarily in order, to follow the song's duet conversation.
Warnings: Little sexually explicit areas - most of it is suggested, but is a case of date rape and implied drugging.
Baby, It's Cold Outside
'I really can't stay,' Kurt whined with a smile as he ducked into the hallway from the dining room with a hand-sy Blaine hot on his heels. The home-cooked dinner had been delicious but it was getting late and the snow had yet to stop falling.
'But Kurt, it's cold outside,' Blaine pouted. Hands found Kurt's shoulders and with a gentle tug the two teenagers were back in the lounge and pressing up against the back of Mr Anderson's vacant armchair. 'And I'll be so lonely without you for company.'
Kurt chuckled. 'Your parents are only gone for the weekend, you won't be lonely for long.' Then, feeling like he was perhaps belittling his time in Blaine's home, he continued, 'This evening has been so very nice. I'm glad you asked me over.'
The dark haired adolescent grinned in triumph when he succeeded in getting Kurt to sit down by the fireplace. 'Well, I've been hoping that you'd drop in to take me up on my many offers.' Kurt laughed openly, flushing in the cheeks. He then looked up at the clock on the mantle and his smile faltered. Blaine noticed. 'Beautiful, what's your hurry?'
Kurt gave a small shrug and looked down at his fingers as they ran through the soft shaggy rug. 'My dad, you know.' Burt Hummel had maintained his eleven PM curfew time in spite of Kurt's claims that he could be trusted to stay out later. That said, Kurt had neglected to tell his father that his visit to the Anderson's would be void of adult supervision and that, with only Blaine there, it was actually a date. 'He'll start to worry and be pacing the floor if I'm a minute late, then he'll stress himself out and I hate doing that to him.' He glanced up at the classmate he had been pining for since meeting him at Dalton Academy. Blaine still managed to be the epitome of sophistication even when dressing down in a pair of slacks and t shirt and his hair a curly, stylish mess. It probably helped that the boy who made Kurt's knees grow weak currently looked well-placed behind Mr Anderson's drinks bar, hand frozen in mid air holding a bottle of liquor. 'Well...maybe just half a drink more,' Kurt added sheepishly.
Blaine's grin widened and sent a wink his way. 'Put some records on while I pour.' Kurt nodded and crawled across the room to where a record player sat awaiting attention. He flicked through the vinyl leisurely before plucking out a Bing Crosby disc. Blaine hummed in approval as the smokey-yet-pure jazz sound filled the room. As he strolled back towards his date with their drinks, he paused to look out the window into the darkness. 'The snow is really picking up,' He mused. 'No cabs to be had out there. I'm sure your dad will understand if you have to stay the night.'
Kurt followed his gaze, absent-mindedly taking the glass. It was indeed turning into a blizzard out in the otherwise quiet night air. 'I couldn't do that...' He sipped his drink and shrank closer to the fire as Blaine sat down near to him. 'The neighbors might think-'
'Baby, it's bad out there!' Blaine put down his own glass in order to grasp Kurt's hand, his other arm expertly encircling Kurt's waist, urging the slighter boy to lean in. Kurt shyly looked down, his half-empty glass tickling his bottom lip. Blaine gently tugged his chin up to stare deeply into those icy blue pools. 'I don't want you risking yourself because of what people might think.' His expression of concern melted after a few moments of quiet snuggling by the fire. 'Your eyes are like starlight now...'
Blaine's whisper against Kurt's lips caused a shiver of excited nerves to run up the pale teen's spine. Kurt blushed worse than before, suddenly very self conscious but unable to tear his eyes away from Blaine's half-lidded stare. Half-lidded? Blaine's eyes were closing as he leaned down to kiss him. The warmth of the other's mouth on his own heated up Kurt's insides faster than a roaring fire ever could. The slight pressure from a hand on his chest soon had him lying up against Blaine's body, strong arms seamlessly pulling him closer though Kurt could hardly keep track of such things with the way his tongue was being toyed with so deliciously. It was making his head spin. God, his head was spinning fast! I wish I knew how to break this spell... Somehow managing to turn his head away from Blaine's now dark-pink lips, Kurt bashfully shuffled a couple of inches away to take in some cooler gulps of air. 'Say, what's in this drink?' He laughed nervously. He knew this must look pathetic of him: he accepted Blaine' offer of a dinner date at the other boy's unsupervised home fully aware that the seclusion and romantic mood may well lead to such activities typical of horny adolescents like himself, but there he was getting dizzy and timid from a simple – albeit hot! - kiss.
Fortunately, Blaine chuckled beside him. 'Let me get you another.' He stole Kurt's glass from his shaky hands and left for the bar again.
Kurt sat on the rug, feeling exposed and childish. It was black outside. He glanced at his watch. Can't quite make out the hands...but it must be late. 'I really must go, Blaine,' Getting to his feet was no easy task; they seemed to have fallen asleep under his weight. It took few moments of finding his balance but after he did so he began looking around for his discarded coat and scarf. They must be here somewhere... Is this where Blaine put them?
'Kurt, it's cold outside,' Blaine admonished softly, returning with another drink for his guest but his own glass had somehow vanished. 'You should stay a little longer, at least for my sake. What's the sense in hurting my pride, hmm?' Kurt barely had time to register the drink in his hand before Blaine was pulling him down onto the couch. The cushioned seat beneath let him sink into it's feathered comfort, lifting his feet from the floor. He shuffled in an attempt to sit upright but it didn't seem possible to be in any other position other than half-lying across it. 'Mind if I move in closer?' Blaine requested, his hand reaching for Kurt's playfully.
I ought to say no. Kurt, you need to at least try to get home. Think of dad. 'I really can't stay...' He murmured softly, using his drink as a distraction from the guilt which was creeping up on him.
Against his better judgement, Kurt did not move away when Blaine slid over and slipped his arm across the blue-eyed teen's waist to secure him tightly. The Warbler's firm, quietly muscular upper body was just so enticing, savouring the feel could not be resisted. 'Baby,' Blaine murmured in his date's ear. 'don't hold out.'
With that, Blaine began to nibble on Kurt's lobe and exposed side of his neck. Soft bites were soothed by gentle kisses and quiet sucking. Kurt's toes curled and his knees buckled as shots of pleasure caught him off-guard. Against his will, the slighter boy released a moan. A hand on his forehead pushed him back deeper into the cushion and Blaine's weight transferred from the side up onto his lap. Oh my god, he's straddling me – I can't- Dammit, it feels so good...
Those wandering hands were now on Kurt's shirt buttons, Blaine's nether regions pressing harder into his. The air was heating up and their skin was practically sizzling. Kurt struggled to catch his breath as Blaine's lips were then quick to re-capture his in a demanding open-mouthed kiss. The clouds were back to truly fog up Kurt's mind. With every caress from Blaine's tongue and every new thumb stroke on his uncovered flesh, Kurt struggled to recall where exactly he was and how he had come to be in this position underneath the boy who had dominated his dreams since...since... Kurt, snap out of it. Something isn't right. Blaine rocked into his hips again and Kurt rose up to meet him, their moans lost in each other's mouth. I-I know it feels so good, but you have to get up. You have to go home before you lose yourself completely.
With willpower Kurt had no idea he had, he pushed his palms against Blaine's firm chest and managed to break his lips away. 'Blaine, stop, I have to go-' But the other boy's hand once again shoved his forehead back and hijacked his mouth. It was even harder the second time around to get free, but in doing so he succeeded in crawling away off the side of the couch and falling to the floor. 'No, no, Blaine,' He mumbled despite feeling helpless and disorientated as his vision refused to stop being blurry.
His vulnerability was worsened when Blaine seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of him, helping him to his feet with a strong but caring grip. 'Kurt, just look out the window at that storm. You can't go out in that.'
'I have to,' The romantic air was gone. For the first time since being cornered in the McKinley locker rooms with meathead jocks, Kurt was scared. It wasn't like Blaine would hurt him – Blaine's the sweetest guy I know – but something wasn't right. His legs felt like jelly, his feet were doing nothing for his balance, and his head felt like it was being spun around and thrown about by a roller-coaster. He gripped onto Blaine's arm and gained enough of his bearings to know the direction of the hallway. Perhaps if he just got out and started to walk to the main road he'd clear his head? 'It's not that I haven't loved tonight, because I have. I really hate to leave but-'
'Then don't.' Blaine said simply. He was following after his guest, his arms ghosting around his frame in case Kurt was to fall over.
'My step-mom will be suspicious - Finn will be there at the door! I-I've got to get home.' The front door appeared much larger than Kurt recalled it being a few hours ago. The snow Kurt accidently trudged in when he had arrived had turned into a puddle of water – but his boots were no where to be seen. The coat rack on his left held many pieces of clothing but none matched his winter jacket. Where had his things got to?
'But we're having such a good time,' Blaine murmured with a smile, easily taking Kurt's hand and pulling him around and back into his embrace. 'I don't want to lose you just yet. Gosh, your lips look delicious...' His words should have been enough warning but yet again Kurt found himself off-guard and floundering as Blaine's sweet mouth met his. Arms swooped under Kurt's rear and upper legs, lifting him up from the ground a couple of inches and pressing his whole front flush against Blaine's. The dark haired boy tenderly carried him back towards the living room. He got little to no resistance this time from his date, causing him to smirk and mutter into the other's mouth 'Your lips are delicious.'
'Blaine-'
'Shh... Just another drink. Never such a blizzard before.'
Kurt had felt unsteady and disorientated earlier when sitting down, but it was nothing compared to the waves of memory loss he was experiencing now having tried to walk it off. His plan of clearing his head with movement had backfired; he couldn't even bring himself to try for the door again as he was lucky enough to just about hold onto Blaine for balance. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He leaned against his dinner host and closed his eyes. 'Got...got to get home.'
Laughter met his ears. 'Aw, but baby you'd freeze out there...' Deft fingers plucked away at what was left of Kurt's shirt buttons and in moments the clothing was abandoned on the floor.
Kurt didn't notice. His mind focused on the idea of becoming frozen out in the blizzard now that his shirt had disappeared. 'Then...lend me your coat.' He replied, his voice small and childlike.
Blaine was barely paying his request any real attention; he savoured the sound and feel of Kurt's belt slipping out from his pants belt loops. The leather felt good in his hands and seemed strong enough to act as wrist restraints later. 'But it's up to your knees out there. You wouldn't get far. Let me take care of you.' With that, he pushed Kurt back onto the couch and straddled him again with deliberate slowness. There was no need to rush now.
Kurt's head, so lost in the clouds, rolled back and he found himself gazing up at the ceiling. 'But, don't you see...?' Blaine didn't answer him. Somewhere beneath Kurt's vision, his pants were being tugged away from his hips. Hands were spaying out on top of his underwear, fingers dipping beneath the waistband and playfully pulling it back and letting go to it snapped against Kurt's skin. He winced with only a few moments delay. Why isn't Blaine helping me? Can't he see? Blaine...how can you do this thing to me? 'Stop it-!'
A dark chuckle met his ears as a rough hand grabbed Kurt's face to yank it forward. 'There's bound to be talk tomorrow. I know that.' Kurt tried to focus on the handsome face he had trusted to be alone with but he couldn't: Blaine simply became a distorted demonic entity with a vicious grin and hungry stare. 'But think of my life-long sorrow had I let you leave and you got pneumonia and died.' Kurt's brows furrowed tightly as Blaine laughed, digging his nails into his skin a little as his free hand took the boy's bottom lip and tugged it towards his mouth. He bit down on Kurt and moaned when the body beneath him could do nothing more than tense up. That was all that was left of his resistance. With satisfaction that his 'date' was still trying, though futility, to resist him, Blaine smirked and slowly leaned down. 'Get over that hold out. It isn't going to get you anywhere tonight.'
'I really appreciate you calling, I was really beginning to panic when Kurt didn't turn up at curfew. He's never late.'
'Oh, it's really no problem, Mr Hummel.' Blaine replied, stretching out his naked form on the living room rug as his fingers played in Kurt's rich chestnut brown locks. 'I'm sorry it didn't occur to us to us sooner to call you on my mom's cell when Kurt couldn't get signal. My dad says he'll bring Kurt over first thing in the morning once we've cleared the snow from our driveway.'
'That's really good of him, but I can come out right now to save him the trouble-'
'It's really no trouble, sir.' Blaine insisted with a smile. 'And we'd hate for you to get caught in a snowdrift in the middle of the night. Besides, my mom has already arranged the guest room for Kurt. He might even be asleep already.'
The older man on the other end of the call sighed. His tone was just brimming with relief so Blaine knew there was little chance of an argument. Kurt was right, his dad was stressing out without him.
'Alright, well I guess that means I can head off to bed myself. Thanks again for calling, Blaine.'
'Goodnight, Mr Hummel,' Blaine hung up and dropped his phone to one side so he could wrap both arms around the now-stirring Kurt lying beside him. The young teen's eyes were slowly opening, delayed tears taking their time as they rolled down his cheeks. His naked and bruised body glowed in the dying firelight, and Blaine danced his fingers along each marking like they were delicate piano keys. 'Did I wake you, baby?' Kurt didn't say anything, though that may have been due to the drug-laced alcohol still pumping through his veins. He did, however, try to roll off the couch as he had done hours earlier, but Blaine caught his wrists and reined him back against his chest. The teen began to whine softly, his pained muscles flaring up at his movements. 'Shh, it's okay. C'mere, let me hold you. That's it...' Blaine twisted Kurt around so their noses almost touched, his arm reaching behind him to lift their blanket up over their cooling skin. The embers in the fireplace were dying quietly beside them. 'You have to stay close to me now if you want to stay warm. You know why?'
Kurt shivered and ducked his head under Blaine's chin. 'Because...it's cold outside?' He guessed, his bottom lip quivering as he tried to hold back his confused sobs.
Blaine grinned and kissed his brown locks. 'Exactly, baby, it's cold outside.'
A.N. Is it just me, or is this tame by my standards? Gosh, I'm losing my touch... XD Please leave a review or message before you go!
