Why did they think going out to a seedy dive would be a good idea, Blaine seemed to be taking it well, but as soon as Kurt realised that he had been drugged he dragged Blaine to the nearest hospital, and after having his stomach pumped, they sent him home.
It was their date night, and Blaine had decided to go for a nice meal, and that had gone really well, but Kurt hadn't wanted their night to end, so on their way home they had stopped into a club they had never been in before and had ordered drinks.
After a couple for drinks and then a lot of dancing, grinding on each other more like, Blaine had become a little sloppy, even though Kurt knew he hadn't had that much to drink. And then Blaine had started to get handsy, and his eyes had glazed over like he wasn't there.
That's when Kurt knew something was wrong. And he paid their tab and got out of there.
After a while, sitting in the taxi home, Blaine started groaning in discomfort and his body began producing a lot of heat, all stemming from his groin area.
As they got closer to home, he had been writhing around on the backseat uncomfortably, his hard cock rubbing against the zipper of his jeans, and it had him moaning. Kurt couldn't help but feel slightly aroused at the noise that Blaine had been making, and as the cab pulled up outside their house, Kurt thanked the driver and literally carried Blaine from the car and into the house.
He tried to be quiet as he carried Blaine upstairs, but Blaine's hips were still moving around and he nearly dropped him twice, stumbling down the hall to their room.
Blaine seemed to still be a little high and he was still moaning and growling, and he began pawing at Blaine.
"How do you feel?" Kurt asked as he placed Blaine on their bed.
"... Not good, I want you to touch me...I can't take it anymore..." Blaine's face in great pain as his erection became rock solid and painful looking, as Kurt tugged his jeans off, it sprang free.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Kurt asked a little hesitant, but his husband was adamant about it, pawing at him, as he removed his own shirt, and then growling as Kurt revealed his skin.
"Come on...please, just do it." Blaine said as his eyes rolled back and he writhed around on the bed.
"Relax honey, I'm gonna take care of everything." Kurt said as he kissed Blaine on the forehead.
Kurt then bent down to suck on one of Blaine's nipples while using another hand to stroke his painfully erect penis. Blaine arched his back and moaned loudly, his hands gripped tightly into the sheets, and he moaned as Kurt connected their mouths.
Kurt stroked harder and faster while his mouth swallowed Blaine's loud moans. Blaine kissed him back with enthusiasm and shoved his tongue so far in Kurt's mouth, that his husband could feel it in his throat, but it was hot and soon he was as hard as his husband. Blaine broke off from the kiss as he grew nearer and nearer to the verge of coming.
"Ahh.. ahh...ahh...Kurt." It wasn't long before Blaine hit his first orgasm, shooting all over both of them, and yet he was still hard, he gasped as Kurt's hand was still wrapped around him, "Oh god, Kurt I need more..."
Kurt quickly took his husband's still bobbing erection in his mouth, using his tongue to wrap around him, and strong suction to try and ease Blaine's pain a little.
Baby, ahh...just fuck me please, ugh...I need you inside me..." Tears were gathering in the corners of Blaine's eyes as he pawed and scratched at Kurt's scalp.
"But I..." Kurt was cut off before he could finish.
"Sweetheart, it's ok...Now fuck me please." Blaine said breathless and desperate, and Kurt nodded, cursing whoever had put something in his drink, and promising himself to never go to that bar again.
Kurt spread Blaine's legs for him and reached for the lube and a condom as he settled between, he poured some lube onto Blaine's hole, lube dripping down and onto the bed underneath him. Blaine jumped slightly as the cold lube reached his skin but Kurt then inserted two of his fingers quickly and slowly thrusting in and out.
"Ah...yes, baby, yes." Blaine keened in a breathless gasp.
Kurt went on to insert a third finger respectively. His fingers moved in and around, stretching Blaine's tightness and making sure there was less chance of hurting him.
"Honey, you're tight, it's not really loosening up...that fucking bar..." Kurt growled out, and Blaine just shushed him to tell him it was ok.
"Please, just do it...I want to feel you in me." Blaine said shakily, his cock still stiff and bouncing, whilst leaking pre-come onto his stomach, and Kurt forced his fingers inside him a few more times before pulling free.
"You're still tight, it hasn't stretched you at all," Kurt told him, as Blaine writhed again, "I'm not sure about this, honey, I don't want to hurt you."
"Please baby, I want you inside me..." Blaine said as he grabbed the condom from where Kurt had left it and threw it across the room, before turning a smirk to Kurt, "...and I want you to come inside me."
Kurt nodded at his husband's request and lubed his similarly hard cock, then he grabbed one of Blaine's legs and placed it on his shoulder as he leaned in, placing the head of his cock at the still tight hole.
"It might hurt, so try to relax and take me in." Kurt said worriedly and leaned in to kiss Kurt quickly as he stared into his wild, honey eyes, those eyes warmed considerably as he stared into them.
"Don't worry, I'll be ok." Blaine smiled at him, signaling he was prepared.
Kurt thrust himself into Blaine, as slowly as he could.
It was so tight, and very hot. Kurt's instinctual brain told him just to thrust into him already, but the thought of it hurting Blaine was the only thing that kept him at such a slow pace.
"Ahh!" Blaine cried out in pain, as tears ran down his cheeks, and Kurt stopped, ready to pull back but Blaine wrapped his legs around him and shook his head, "No, keep going!"
"But I'm hurting you."
"No, no, I'm ok, baby...I swear I'm ok...just don't stop...please."
Hearing that, Kurt thrust inwards slightly faster, until he was all the way in. Blaine shouted in both pain and pleasure, as he did so, the muscles around Kurt's cock tightened, incredibly.
"Ah...You're really tight, sweetheart." Kurt rasped out as his cock was disappearing into his husband over and over again, the tightness trying to keep him buried, "It feels good inside you."
Blaine's eyes went wild bright, and his fangs and claws appeared as the pain heightened but it only made it that much more pleasurable, being taken by his husband, being pounded into by him. Blaine pushed through the pain, letting out low growls as Kurt thrust into him faster and harder.
Kurt pulled out almost all the way, and pushed back all the way in, thrusts increasing in speed.
Blaine moaned loudly, desperately scratching down Kurt's back, and wrapping his thighs around Kurt's hips, trying to get as close to his husband as possible, and then he bit him.
Kurt moaned and changed the angle slightly, hitting Blaine's prostate dead on a few thrusts, and as Blaine hung onto him with his teeth he came between them with a loud growl, splashing both of their stomachs with white, and Kurt followed after him, as he turned to sink his own fangs into his mate's neck.
Suddenly the skin in his mouth changed to fur, and he pulled away quickly, as Blaine suddenly changed form, his cock slipping out of him as he watched the black wolf, now asleep on the bed.
Raising a concerned eyebrow, Kurt checked on his breathing and then his heartbeat, before he shook his head slightly and lay down next to him. He grabbed some tissues that were on the bedside cabinet, wiping himself clean, then curled onto his side to watch the black wolf sleep.
"...fucking drugs..." Kurt whispered into the room, as he lost his fight with sleep.
As it was, Blaine didn't remember a thing in the morning, and it made Kurt even more angry.
Blaine had groaned in pain as he had rolled over, he had changed back into human form sometime in the night, and Kurt had asked him how he felt after last night, but Blaine couldn't recall anything.
Except for the severe pain in his ass, there was nothing else he felt, apart from a headache, and Kurt huffed angrily and then explained what had happened. After he explained it, Blaine had to rush to the toilet to be sick, stomach convulsing from the thought of what happened.
Kurt left while everyone was settled and having breakfast, making sure that Blaine was ok, and made his way back to the bar they were in last night. As he walked in, it was quiet, and there were only a couple of staff cleaning, and he asked to speak to the manager or owner, and one of the girls nodded as she left to get him.
As Kurt sat on a stool while he waited, he curiously looked around the bar, it didn't look like much while it was empty, just a normal seedy looking bar, the other member of staff was eyeing him suspiciously from across the room and he glared at her until she turned away.
The other girl reappeared after about 10 minutes and told him that the manager was on his way, he was just filling something out in the office, so Kurt huffed and waited.
About 10 minutes later, the manager appeared and he was not what Kurt was expecting at all. He had a pressed shirt on with the name of the bar across the breast pocket, nice clean black trousers, and black sneakers, his hair was styled back out of his face, and his eyes were a bright green in colour.
His face was memorable but Kurt wouldn't call him good looking, he was just a little better than average. He smiled and held his hand out to Kurt, who ignored it until the manager's smile fell as his hand did.
"Is there some place more private we could talk?" Kurt asked with an angry tone, and the manager nodded swiftly before guiding Kurt out the side door and into his office.
Kurt sat haughtily on the chair, and the manager sat his butt on the desk in front of him, waiting expectantly for Kurt to start talking.
"We were here last night," Kurt started and the manager only raised an eyebrow, but remained silent, "me and my husband came here for a drink last night, it was our regular date night, and we're not avid drinkers. We're also werewolves, so alcoholic drinks work extra slowly with us," He explained and the guys eyebrows raised a little when he said werewolves, "But we left pretty quickly after I found out that my husband was drugged."
"How do you know it was here?" The manager asked with a haughty look of his own, "It could have been anywhere else."
"Because before that the only drinks we had were water from a very respectable restaurant, that we frequent all the time, and we were perfectly fine before we came here." Kurt explained, angry tone in his voice again, "What formal procedure is there for a complaint?"
The manager reached into a drawer behind the desk and pulled out a paper form, and handed it to Kurt.
"That's a complaint form," the manager said as Kurt read through the small form, "But I doubt you'll get anywhere."
"Excuse me?" Kurt said snappily as he focused his eyes back on the man in front of him, "My husband could have been seriously hurt, and you're acting like this kind of thing is an everyday occurrence!"
The guy had the audacity to shrug. And Kurt lost his temper.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY MORAL COMPASS AT ALL! PEOPLE ARE BEING DRUGGED HERE AND YOU'RE TAKING IT LIGHTLY?!" Kurt shouted as he got up out of his chair, and as he moved the guy's eyes widened as he begun to feel intimidated, "THIS ESTABLISHMENT IS A FUCKING JOKE, IF MY HUSBAND HAS ANY REACTIONS DUE TO WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT, THERE WILL BE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED!"
He lowered his raised voice as he leaned closer to the guy, who looked rather afraid of Kurt at this moment, and he smirked.
"And if I find out that it had anything to do with you? You had better believe that I'll be back."
With that he took the form and left, the guy still sitting on the desk, shaking as he left. The staff in the front were quick to move away from the door, where they had obviously been listening, as he pushed it open roughly and stalked out, without looking back at the seedy place.
He carried a proud smirk all the way home.
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At work, Kurt was making so much good progress, that Francois Pinault, had called him personally, to invite him along to London, Milan and Paris for Fashion Week. Kurt had been trying not to scream down the phone, his voice coming out clipped and squeaky as he took down details of what Kering wanted from him and his company, and as he hung up extra gently, he screamed in pure joy.
There were a lot of things to get ready for it, but in this moment he could only scream and holler with pure joy.
"Kurt, Kurt?!" Melissa came bursting through the door as he was jumping around his office screaming and she paused, "Kurt, what's going on?"
"Melissa, pack your bags sweetie, we are going to Europe for Fashion Week in a month!" Kurt said excitedly and Melissa's eyes lit up and she screamed with Kurt and then they both started bouncing and dancing around his office.
After work, Kurt was still bustling with excitement, and he greeted each of his kids, pack, and his husband with big kisses and hugs. Blaine had raised a curious eyebrow as Kurt released his lips, and he laughed at the giddy look on his husband's face.
"What was that for?" He asked happily as he stirred the sauce on the stove top, and Kurt shrugged with a smile.
"Oh, nothing, I just got accepted for an entry to Fashion Week." Kurt said nonchalantly, and Blaine paused as he had turned back to the stove, and he spun around and locked eyes with Kurt.
"Baby, Fashion Week? The Fashion Week?!"
"Yes! Francois Pinault called me personally!" Kurt squealed out with barely contained excitement, and Blaine yelled out too as he wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted and spun Kurt around, "I have a lot of work to do, but this is what I have been working towards for years."
"Oh baby, I knew you could do it!" Blaine shouted happily and Kurt laughed as he put him back down, before Blaine leaned in for a kiss, "I knew you could do it, I really did."
"Thank you, honey." Kurt said as his mouth opened under Blaine's, allowing his tongue to enter for a second, before there was a collective "Ew!" from the table as the kids watched their parents kiss.
Blaine rolled his eyes and pecked Kurt's lips once more, before he poked his tongue out at his kids and turned back to make dinner. Kurt laughed as he sat down with the kids, and Puck and Sam grinned at him.
"That's really great, Kurt," Sam said as Puck was still helping Justin with homework, "When do you go?"
"September 18th."
"Wow, not long." Sam said and Kurt's smile widened a little more, which made him laugh, "How long do you go for?"
"London first for 3 days, then we move to Milan for a week, and then the last 4 days in Paris before coming back home," Kurt explained, "I'll already be here for New York's Fashion Week."
"So amazing, babe!" Blaine called from behind him and Kurt threw a smile over his shoulder.
Elizabeth started asking lots of questions about France and Italy after that, and Kurt had promised her that he will take her there one day, and he will bring lots of pictures and gifts back for everyone.
The trip itself came around quickly and before Kurt knew it, they had finished the fall/winter collection, and they were off. He and Melissa were seated first class, and Kurt thoroughly enjoyed himself, everyone was calling him 'sir', like he was someone important, and Melissa reminded him that he was now, especially in the fashion world.
He couldn't believe he had a place in Fashion Week, it was like a dream, to show off his ideas and show-stopping pieces, beside the likes of Alexander McQueen and Gucci.
All the models he would be using were already in London, picked with his specific measurements, he had sent in an email to Mr Pinault himself.
When they touched down in London, they grabbed their luggage and made their way out, the collection had already been sent ahead to be made ready, dry cleaned and pressed for the show tomorrow.
Kurt and Melissa only had to focus on getting themselves together, so with an excited squeal between them, they exited the airport, where there was a sleek black Mercedes Benz waiting to pick them up and take them to their accommodation. Kurt didn't even have to lift a finger anymore, everything was taken care of as soon as he set foot in the hotel lobby, a couple of staff taking his bags and suitcases, up to his and Melissa's rooms.
The Four Seasons Hotel was glorious itself, and huge, and Kurt was extremely excited to be in such a lovely place.
"Kurt! There you are!"
Kurt spun around and was met with the kind face of Francois himself, walking swiftly over to him, surrounded by assistants, and Kurt gave a kind smile and held out a hand as he approached, which Francois took and shook happily.
"I've just come back from inspecting your fall collection, and it is fabulous," He said and Kurt looked away with a smile, before thanking him, "I think you'll do well in the show tomorrow," one of his assistants gave Kurt a schedule and a pamphlet of the show, "You are scheduled in the 11:30 bracket tomorrow for fall and on Tuesday at 4pm for winter, and we will need you to be there at 9am tomorrow. Feasible?"
"Yes, very." Kurt responded with a quick nod and a grateful smile, and Francois nodded as he turned.
"Ok then, get some rest, and we shall see you tomorrow!" He called back to him as he left with a wave.
He felt a hand grip his shoulder. He looked back at his friend, and personal assistant, Melissa, who smiled at him. And he smiled giddily back at her, before they both turned and ran to the elevator to go and check out their rooms, like two hyperactive tots on a sugar rush.
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Kurt was nervous. His collection was due to go out in about an hour, and he was wracking his brain trying to think of things that could go wrong, and bringing up scenarios to fix things, when he felt a small hand on his arm. "You've got this. You're here. All you have left to do is show them your skills," Kurt let out a small, nervous laugh and then took in a deep shuddering breath, as Melissa rubbed his arm soothingly, "You'll totally rock this thing." "I just have to show my work and hope someone likes it," Kurt muttered, running a hand through his hair gently, "That's kind of all Fashion Week is about...so why am I so nervous?" Melissa shrugged.
"You'll get so many business cards your wallet will explode!" "I don't know. It's only my first time..." "Exactly. What could go wrong?" "I've been counting the ways since we got off the plane yesterday." Kurt told her, nervously, "But all my things made it here. Nothing was lost or stolen, I didn't crash in a taxi, I haven't been pick pocketed, I-"
Melissa cups her hand over Kurt's mouth with a loud popping sound.
"Please don't jinx yourself. Everything's fine."
Kurt smiled and pulled a tiny picture out of his breast pocket, and looked down at it, it was a picture of the whole pack, and all of his kids, smiling up at him. "Let's go in and set up, shall we?" Melissa asked as she smiled down at the picture before Kurt put it back in his pocket. Kurt nodded and with some new found confidence, he marched on with his head held high. Kurt and Melissa quickly navigated their way through the large building, signs guiding them to where they needed to be. They found their tiny spot backstage and waited for their models to arrive.
The models trickled into his booth to get fitted and made up. One by one Kurt tweaked his garments and the makeup and hair so each of his models looked exactly how he had pictured them. As he painted on the last bit of make-up on the last model, Kurt handed off the make-up to an artist and made his way back over to Melissa who was sorting out the bottom hem of another model's dress. "Mr. Hummel, your collection is up next, please line up your models." A stage hand called. Kurt gave one more, huge smile to his models as they all started moving to line up for the show. Curious about the model in the last piece, he peaked out between the wings to watch him. He did not make a strange face. He did not strut. He was comfortable and confident, effortlessly gliding down the runway with a smug smirk instead of a vogue look.
As he reached the end, he stopped and unbuttoned the jacket, flicking it behind him, and making sure the green dazzled everyone watching. He put his hands in the pants pockets, posed, and went back up the runway.
While Kurt had been too engrossed in the show, Melissa made her way over to him and tugged on his hand and pulled him to the stage, as the entire collection was shown again.
They were at the end and when he rounded the corner onto the runway, there was a thunderous escalade in applause. They cheered for him, standing tall to congratulate his work that he had spent countless days and hours perfecting. Kurt couldn't stop smiling. His face hurt from the extreme joy he was trying to express. The lights and the camera flashes blinded him but he could still hear the cheering, he could still see the vague silhouettes that were standing for him, he could still feel the rush of energy that took his breath away. Kurt sighed deeply and folded his hands in front of him and bowed to the audience. They screamed louder for him. At that very moment he knew that this was where he was meant to be.
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Milan was incredible.
And the stage was even bigger, Kurt had a good reception for his accessories collection, especially his winter scarves and bags.
It had been one hell of a trip so far, and they still had one more destination to go too.
As they sat in their seats, for one of the later collection shows, they were mindlessly chatting about shopping when they got to Paris, because Kurt's show wasn't until the last day.
The overhead lights flash three times. Those already seated situate themselves properly and those that were still standing and mingling rush to their assigned chairs.
The overhead lights dim and the static noise of the audience quiets so considerably that Kurt didn't even realize how loud it had been. Music with thumping bass and trance-like electric melodies fills the room at a high volume and the runway lights turn up as the first model walks out, applause breaking out.
Kurt and Melissa clap along with them.
The model walks passed them and their eyes are transfixed on her, roaming up and down her body to take in every detail. Her stick straight black hair that falls to the top of her neck, the sleeveless tan dress that hangs loose on her body, a low relaxed V-neck bunched between her breasts, the open back that reveals a scary spine when she reaches the pool of cameras at end of the runway, her long pale legs extending bright blue pumps, the tips of her fingers the same blue as she makes her way back and passed the next model.
Model after model, outfit after outfit, garments and shoes and purses and struts and poses and flowing hair and extreme makeup and hips...
Their mesmerizing appearance and captivating presence wears off from Melissa fairly quickly. After the seventh model emerges and does her round, she wrinkles her nose at her and scans her judgingly as she walks passed. Then, without consciously realizing, she does it to every model after.
"They are horrible."
Kurt blinks in disbelief at her.
"What?"
Melissa shakes her head and Kurt leans over to hear her.
"They aren't that good. Their ankles look like they're about to break from lifting those heavy shoes and those handbags are wider than their waists."
Kurt sits back but still turned in Mel's direction, and he shrugs. "They're models. The industry wants them that way."
"I can't see why. I'd imagine that they'd want a woman who weighs five more pounds but that can actually model clothes."
Kurt laughs, he can't help it, and presses his hand to his mouth as his outburst dies down to a light chuckle.
The music around them is blaring and deafens their conversation as well as anyone elses. Celebrities discuss ensembles and point at certain pieces, taking out their smartphones once or twice to photograph or message. Socialites attentively examine the models while keeping a secondary eye on the other socialites, tabloid photographers, and front row occupants.
"I'd rock the catwalk better." Melissa whispered and Kurt nodded as he agreed with his friend, before smiling behind his hand.
"I'm sure you would, sweetie." He said and she laughed back at him.
At the end of their week in Milan, one of the models from one of the lesser companies heel breaks and she takes a tumble on the walk, and Kurt is the only one that gets up out of his seat to help her back up, amid the gasps and grunts of surprise form the audience. She smiled at him gratefully before she started to walk off, but he whispered something to her, and she took both of her shoes off, slung them over her shoulder in a pose and finished her strut down the cat walk.
Everyone around them cheered her on and she laughed as she got to the end, and the designer of the company came up to Kurt at the end and thanked him profusely for being a good competitor and a good person, in Spanish, but Kurt nodded politely and Melissa translated for him when he was done.
Kurt had such a great experience and he gushed about it all, while he was shaking Francois' hand and thanking him for the wonderful opportunity to be here, Francois had taken the praise and thanks with a kind smile, and offered for Kurt and Melissa to come for celebratory drinks that evening, because Kurt and Melissa would be on a flight to Paris the next morning, and Kurt agreed swiftly.
Once he had let Francois go, he had all but ran back to his hotel room, and told Melissa to get ready to go out to a private party for drinks, before he found his phone and dialled somebody that he desperately wanted to talk to.
"Hey, gorgeous." Came his husband smooth, loving tone, and Kurt collapsed with a sigh onto his bed, smiling widely.
"Hey handsome, I miss you." Kurt said as tears came to his eyes, when he thought of everyone at home, he would be seeing them in about 3 days time, but it was hard being away from them for so long, especially Blaine.
"We all miss you too," Blaine replied and Kurt could practically hear the grin in his voice, "Where are you right now?"
"Still in Milan, Melissa and I have been invited for drinks tonight, and we set off for Paris tomorrow."
"Wow, baby, everything's going well then?"
"Yes, very well, in fact so well, that I now have Carla Gugino, Haley Bennett and Karolina Kurkova's numbers," Kurt said with a big smile as he fished the cards out of his pocket, and he heard Blaine gasp down the phone.
"Oh my god!"
"I know, Haley is your very own female crush, I know honey." Kurt said with a light laugh.
"Is she as beautiful in person?"
"She is better."
Blaine groaned down the phone.
"Can I come with you to Fashion Week next time?"
"Of course," Kurt said with a smile, "Are any of the kids there? Can I say hi?"
"Yeah, hold on," Blaine said and Kurt heard him call for the kids and told them that Kurt was on the phone, and then he heard a lot of shuffling and footsteps, and he grinned, "Hi dad!" Isabella's excited voice sounded down the line.
Kurt felt a little choked up.
"Hey sweetheart, how are things at home?"
He listened for ages to the kids talking, and shouting over each other, Elizabeth and Alex promising Kurt that Blaine was doing a good job, which Blaine laughed at and so did Kurt, as he wiped tears from his eyes. Isabella was telling about what had been going on at school, and that she had drawn a picture of a rainbow for him, for when he got home.
He smiled, and thanked her for it.
Melissa knocked on the door at about 8:30pm, and Kurt realised he had been on the phone for an hour, and he apologized to everyone and said he had to go, but he would call from Paris tomorrow, and after a very tearful goodbye to his husband he hung up and sighed.
Melissa was waiting patiently as he calmed down, wiping his wet cheeks. She threw him a kind smile as he stood up.
"You'll see them soon," She said as she gave him a tight hug, which he returned gratefully, "Now put on your glad rags, and let's go party!"
He laughed as he went to get ready.