A/N- For JustAGleek6- hope you enjoy this chapter :)
"So...Christmas is a week away." Rachel helpfully points out to Blaine as they walk down the hallway toward their lockers.
"Yep."
"Have you thought what you're getting for..him...yet?" Rachel lowers her voice slightly and doesn't dare mention Kurt's name for fear of being overheard.
"Yes. All figured out."
"Really? Damn. Well in that case you can help me find something for Finn."
"Sure. We can go to the mall after school if you want?"
"Really? That sounds good."
"Ok. Ask the others too, if you want." Blaine says with a smile. Things are going well. His mom's rule of only seeing Kurt once during the week actually means he has a lot more time for study and seeing his friends. He feels like those friendships are now back on track, whereas he was in danger of letting them fall by the wayside. Weekend's belong only to Kurt though, and it's usual for Blaine to arrive straight from his new gym on a Saturday and only just scrape home in time for curfew at 11. He is looking forward to Christmas, no school means that hopefully his mom will let him see a bit more of Kurt. The only disappointment being that Cooper had called and said he was spending the holidays with his new girlfriend, so he wouldn't be home at all.
In direct contrast to Blaine's happiness, Kurt is downright miserable. He slams a pile of textbooks down on his desk and wonders if tonight he will get to see his boyfriend, or if he'll be busy going to the movies with Quinn and Santana, or over at Sam's for an XBox marathon. It's not that he minds him seeing his friends- on the contrary he thinks it's healthy that Blaine maintains these friendships and that they spend some time apart. It's more that each time he hears Blaine tell him about it, he's reminded of his own, rather solitary existence. He likes that Blaine is happy and secure, but he misses him and his strong arms night after night, misses waking up to see his beautiful face on the pillow next to him, misses the closeness their lovemaking brings, misses the laughter, the flirting, the hugs...everything. Sitting on Blaine's bed watching a movie, with his door left wide open and his mom finding reasons to walk past every five minutes is not conducive to building a strong, adult relationship. He's never felt their age difference so keenly as he does right now.
"Hey." his melancholy is interrupted by the appearance of a grinning Blaine at the doorway.
"Hi. You have a free moment?" Kurt asks as Blaine comes in and shuts the door.
"Yes. I'm just going to the library to meet Mike and Quinn. You?"
"Yeah. I was going to ask if you wanted to stay here with me, but don't worry about it."
"Oh. Well I could..."
"No, really. It's fine." Kurt runs his hands through his hair and leans back in his chair. "Can you come over after school?"
"I'm going to the mall with Rachel and some others. I can come after?" Blaine offers hopefully, and hating the disappointment which floods Kurt's face.
"Yeah...whatever." he mutters.
"Kurt..." Blaine leans over the desk to take his hand. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Are we ok?"
"We're fine Blaine. I'm sorry. Just ignore me."
"I don't want to ignore you. Something's up."
"I miss you."
"I'm right here." Blaine smiles.
"I know...but I feel like...ugh. You know what? It doesn't matter."
"It does, Kurt. Please."
"I feel like it's never enough. We've gone from spending all this time together to nothing, and it hurts."
"We do spend time together," Blaine replies- feeling a bit bewildered he runs his hands through his hair. "I can't spend any more time with you Kurt, you know that. We knew the situation and I..."
"I know, like I said, ignore me. I'm being selfish, needy and dumb."
"I like selfish, needy and dumb." Blaine says, walking around the desk and straddling Kurt on his chair. "I'll come by after the mall." he whispers, pressing a butterfly kiss to the tip of Kurt's nose.
"You don't have to."
"I want to. But you know what? I'm gonna make a suggestion. And don't get mad, ok?"
"That depends what you're going to suggest."
"Why don't you go to New York this weekend? See your friends."
"Because the weekends belong to us."
"Hear me out. It's Winter Break next week. We can be together so much more. And I really think you need reminding of who you were before you came to Lima. I love being with you Kurt, but I think your confidence took a knock when you were with Richard. I would like to think I helped you gain some of that back, but I don't want you to be obligated to me, or my curfew, or the fact I can't go to bars."
"But I..."
"You're an adult Kurt, like my mom said- you have a lot more life experience than me. I'm not expecting you to put all that on hold to wait for me to join you. Go have a fun weekend with your friends, and bring sassy Kurt back with you."
"I guess I could call Leigh and see if she's free. Maybe Lynn too."
"Do it."
"I wish you could come. I'd like you to meet my friends."
"And I will, soon. Ok. I need to go. I love you."
"I love you too." And Kurt smiles, a real genuine smile as he realizes how lucky he is to have found his soulmate. He reaches up and kisses Blaine softly, the featherlight touch sending sparks through both of them, and Blaine finds himself unable to resist the lure of those lips. He leans down and deepens the kiss, running his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip and moaning when Kurt eagerly responds.
"We shouldn't...not in...school" Kurt manages to whisper hotly as Blaine places burning kisses to his jaw, temple, neck, anywhere he can reach.
"I know..." he murmurs in response, "But you're so damn irresistible." He pulls back slightly to look deep into Kurt's eyes, wondering what chance he stands of convincing Kurt to get him off right now, when the door opens.
"I knew you'd be here." Quinn says as she stands in the doorway, hand on one hip and rolling her eyes at the almost comical looks of horror on their faces.
Kurt taps Blaine's leg to serve as a reminder that he is indeed still straddling him, and has one hand cupping the back of Kurt's neck. Coming to his senses, Blaine stands and clears his throat.
"Uhm...Quinn. I don't...erm..."
"You were supposed to meet me and Mike in the library."
"I know. I uh...I was on my way."
"Come on then. Catch you later Mr. H." Quinn calls as she sashays out the door, ponytail swinging.
Blaine backs out the classroom, shrugging his shoulders at Kurt, who looks like he might hurl at any moment. The rest of the period is spent in anxious contemplation for Kurt, and abject wonderment for Blaine, as Quinn just behaves...normally. When they take their places for English, Blaine shakes his head softly at Kurt, who breathes a sigh of relief.
"Ok. Sonnets." Kurt starts, ignoring the groans from the class. "We're nearly done- don't forget you have a test on Friday based on all we have covered. So. Sonnet one hundred and sixteen. A volunteer to read, please!"
Kurt scans the class. He sees the usual mixture of faces either staring at the floor or the walls. Only Rachel sits with her hand in the air. He tries not to smile as he takes in Blaine sat next to her. Resting his chin on one hand, he gazes at Kurt, eyes bright and shining with love and pride.
"I think Blaine should read." Quinn calls.
"What? No. Just no." Kurt says, cheeks reddening so much he is forced to turn his back on the class and pretend he's looking for something.
"Why not? I think Blaine's voice would sound perfect speaking Shakespeare's words of love." She says, all wide eyed innocence and Kurt is sure she's not to be trusted.
"I'll read it." Blaine says quietly.
"You don't have to." Kurt replies before Quinn can.
"I know. I want to." He picks up his book and walks to the front of the class, brushing past Kurt as he goes and sits at the back.
"Let me not unto the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Blaine finishes and stares at Kurt, whose eyes are shining with unshed tears. There is a moment of silence and then;
"Is that about gayness?" One of the jocks asks.
"It's not a disease, Jackson. But no, it's not about being in a same sex relationship if that's what you mean. But it is about love, in it's purest, most ideal form- and whether you find that love with someone of the same gender, someone of a different race, someone older, younger, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you get to be lucky enough to experience it in the first place." Kurt grins at Blaine over the heads of his other students, Rachel looking between them as if she were watching a tennis match. "Thank you, Blaine. You can take your seat. So. Does anyone want to give their interpretation of the words?"
He is met with silence once more- even Rachel has nothing to say. He is startled when Blaine raises his hand.
"Yes, Blaine?"
"I uh...well I think that, um, it's about love obviously."
"No shit sherlock!" someone calls, and they are silenced immediately by a glare from Kurt.
"It's uh...it's praising lovers who have come to each other freely, and base their relationship on trust and understanding." Blaine continues, trying not to blush as he looks at Kurt through his dark lashes. "It's about never giving up. It tells us that true love doesn't give up when circumstances change, or things get rough. Love is like a lighthouse, it faces storms but is never shaken. It's not at the mercy of time, it doesn't alter with hours or weeks, but lasts until the last day of life. Then Shakespeare finishes by saying that if he's wrong about his thoughts on love, then he will take back all he has ever written, and he would say that no man has ever truly loved."
The whole class is silent. Most have never heard Blaine speak so much, or indeed with such heartfelt passion. Kurt swallows over the lump that has formed in his throat as he realizes that Shakespeare was right. It doesn't matter who you fall in love with, it's how you make it work. And they will.
"Thank you Blaine. That was a very...thorough interpretation. I think...Are you okay, Miss Fabray?" Kurt's attention is drawn to Rachel handing a tissue to Quinn.
"Yeah...just something in my eye." She mutters as she sniffs delicately.
By the time Blaine arrives at Kurt's apartment, the pair are so happy to be together that they clutch desperately at one another as they meld together in a series of hot kisses in the hallway. Kurt finds himself stripped down to his boxers within minutes, and laughs as he tries to hold back Blaine's eager hands.
"We never make it past the hallway!" He exclaims, laughing harder as Blaine tries desperately to wrap his arms around his waist.
"Your fault, I told you. You're irresistible."
"And so are you, but I want you in my bed. Let's just take our time. It's been a whole damn week."
"Which is exactly the reason we shouldn't be taking our time." Blaine points out, even as he allows himself to be led down the hall while pouting slightly.
"How was the mall?" Kurt asks, flicking on the light and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Fun, although Santana told the assistant in Ralph Lauren that I was a hobbit."
"That's just pathetic. Did Quinn go?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"And nothing. I don't know whether she didn't see, or whether she thinks it was innocent..."
"Blaine. You were sat in my lap. A blind Nun could tell what we were up to."
"Well she's certainly not that. But whatever, she hasn't said anything, and isn't acting any different at all."
"That's good."
"Did you call Leigh?"
"Yes, and Lynn."
"Were they your closest friends?"
"Yes. They're the only ones who really tolerated Richard- although they made no secret of the fact that they thought he was a jerk."
"He is a jerk."
"Yeah, he really is. Honestly I can't think what made me..."
"It doesn't matter. What matters is the here and now. So are you going to New York?"
"I think...if that's ok with you?"
"You know it is, and you don't ever have to ask." Blaine surprises Kurt by sitting on the floor and resting his head in his lap, encouraging him to play with his curls.
"Hey...you ok?"
"Yeah...just feeling a bit sappy."
"Can I call you a cute puppy?"
"Absolutely not." Blaine twists so he can smile up at him. "Dark curly hair and weird colored eyes does not a puppy make."
"Your eyes aren't weird, they're stunning. And their color changes depending on your mood."
"Like how?"
"Like when you're happy, or excited they sparkle and look almost golden, like pools of honey. When you're contemplative, or just feeling relaxed, they look amber, like now. And when you're turned on..."
"Yeah?" Blaine whispers, and Kurt can see his breathing quicken and his eyes darken just at the mention of the words.
"They turn black." Kurt bends and kisses him, pressing one hand to his chest so he can feel his heart start to race. "You are so beautiful, Blaine. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at you."
"You'd better not." Blaine smiles and pulls Kurt down so they are kneeling together at the side of the bed. He looks deep into Kurt's eyes, the urgency from earlier replaced by a deep longing to reconnect with the man before him. He reaches out and smooths his hands over Kurt's chest as their lips meet, enjoying the way the soft downy hairs on his arms rise under Blaine's touch, and kisses gently along his collarbone, flicking his tongue out to taste him.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Blaine whispers between placing sweet butterfly kisses all over Kurt's chest, trailing down to his stomach.
"Thou art more lovely and more temperate." Kurt finishes, hands slowly unbuttoning Blaine's shirt and pushing it from his shoulders. He maps out Blaine's muscles with his tongue oh so teasingly slowly, before unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants to the floor. "Fuuuuuck." he breathes, as he takes in the sight of Blaine's erection straining in the confines of his tight black briefs. "Beautiful. Just so beautiful." Kurt cups the bulge and kisses Blaine's hair as the young man clutches Kurt and brings his head to his shoulder. Kurt can feel the dampness of Blaine's pre-come alrady leaking and it makes him moan as he squeezes Blaine's cock through the briefs. He wants to touch it so badly, but also wants to savor the sight of his glorious ass in the tight underwear.
Blaine sucks a hickey into Kurt's shoulder, his desperation building as Kurt continues to palm him. "Kurt...I want to try something." he murmurs, and removes Kurt's boxers swiftly before guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Oh?" Kurt quirks an eyebrow at this, noticing how nervous Blaine has become and wondering what in the world they have left to try.
"Turn over." Blaine says gently, and Kurt obliges, turning so his hard cock is pushed into the edge of the mattress, legs planted on the floor and torso resting on the bed.
"Like this?"
"Yeah." Blaine manages to breathe out. He drapes himself over Kurt's back, kissing between his shoulder blades and down along his spine, Kurt moaning and whimpering as he feels Blaine's dick dragging along his crack and he wonders how he hadn't noticed him taking those briefs off.
Resting his face against Kurt's perfectly sculpted round ass, Blaine kneels on the floor behind him. "I love you so much." he whispers with a gentle kiss to each pert ass cheek which leaves Kurt shivering with anticipation. And then suddenly he's there. Blaine runs his tongue testingly along Kurt's crack before gently spreading his cheeks with shaking hands. He pushes against Kurt's tight hole experimentally with his tongue, and is spurred on when he hears the most filthy moan coming from the man above him.
"Oh God Blaine, yes!"
Blaine lets out a shaky breath and pulls back slightly. "Yeah?"
"Yes! It feels fucking amazing."
Blaine smiles before circling his tongue around Kurt's entrance and pushing against the tight ring of muscle. Kurt pushes back and Blaine finds himself buried in the most delicious heat, tongue working Kurt slowly open and reveling in the taste of his boyfriend.
Kurt tries desperately to rut against the mattress, and when that doesn't provide the friction he craves, he pushes his ass higher in the air as he takes his cock in hand. Moaning deeply, Blaine starts to stroke himself, the taste and feel of Kurt clenching around his tongue becoming almost too much to bear.
"Blaine!" Kurt almost yells, the urgecy in his voice plain, "Please...please fuck me."
"I...I can't. Not yet...You're not ready and I'm enjoying this too much," and he nips playfully at Kurt's ass with his teeth before going back for more.
"Blaine...I won't last."
"You'll just have to come twice then won't you?" Blaine smirks before pushing a finger into Kurt's spit soaked hole and enjoying the whine it elicits from him.
Adding a second finger, Blaine crooks them and finds Kurt's prostate before pushing his tongue back in too. Kurt feels overwhelmingly full, but it's a feeling of indescribable pleasure as he clenches tight around Blaine's fingers and tongue and comes hard onto the bed.
Blaine pulls back slowly, Kurt's hole glowing red and gaping around nothing. He allows him a moment to recover as he puts a condom on and coats himself in lube, hissing as the feeling of his hand stroking his cock threatens to overwhelm him. Somehow managing to bring his focus back to Kurt lying face down on the bed panting, he grips Kurt's hips, and ignoring the surprised yelp, pulls him up so he's kneeling on the bed.
Settling between Kurt's legs, he wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and with a kiss to his back, pulls him down onto his straining cock.
"Holy fuck." Blaine stills, Kurt leans his head back and manages to capture him in a kiss, the sight of Blaine's lips so swollen and red from rimming him making his cock twitch to life again.
And then Blaine starts to move. Slowly at first, but gradually he builds to an almost frenetic pace, the force of his thrusts pushing Kurt onto all fours. Blaine pulls Kurt against him roughly as he presses his face into his back, his curls damp with sweat and sticking to Kurt's glistening skin as the two join together. Blaine strokes Kurt quickly as he nears his own release, and as he feels the force of his orgasm hit him like a freight train, so too does Kurt spill onto the bed once more, before falling flat onto his stomach and paying no heed to the sticky mess beneath him.
Blaine falls forward, half on top of Kurt and tries to catch his breath. "I...I can't...just...wow."
"I may never walk again." Kurt murmurs, face smooshed into the mattress.
Laughing, Blaine goes to the bathroom, returning with a damp wash cloth and a towel he proceeds to lovingly clean his boyfriend up and dress him in what he knows are his favourite old, worn flannel pajamas. He moves Kurt's almost lifeless frame to one side as he strips the sheet from the bed and replaces it with a clean one, pressing soft kisses to Kurt's cheeks as he tucks him in.
"You're going already?" Kurt asks sleepily.
"I have to. My mom doesn't know I'm seeing you tonight, she thinks I just went to the mall."
"You shouldn't lie."
"I didn't. I just didn't say I was calling in here on the way home. That way I can see you tomorrow."
"Oh my God, this was a booty call." Kurt laughs so hard his whole body shakes and Blaine finishes dressing and lies next to him on the bed.
"Yeah, pretty much." he grins.
"I've never been somebody's booty call before. I think I like it."
"Yeah, William Shakespeare has a lot to answer for."