A/N- A whole chapter of smut and fluff. Enjoy! Please note- I have shamelessly used the lyrics of a One Direction song and passed it off as Blaine's own. I am not a songwriter. If you get a chance, look it up on YouTube. Bypass their singing and imagine Blaine singing it to Kurt. I think it's perfect.
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Kurt doesn't hear the door being quietly unlocked early on Christmas Eve. He is oblivious to the soft footsteps in the hallway, and the rustle of clothes falling to the floor. He stirs slightly as the covers are lifted, but only fully wakes when his morning wood hits the back of Blaine's throat.
"Jesus fucking Christ Blaine!" he yells, with a quick glance under the covers to check that it is indeed his boyfriend and not some random stranger. "What are you, some kind of blow job ninja or something?"
Blaine doesn't answer, merely looks up from under those lashes and smiles around Kurt's cock, who throws his head back onto the pillows with a moan because holy fuck it's one of the hottest sights he's ever seen. It doesn't take long at all before he's spilling hotly into Blaine's mouth, who eagerly swallows every drop before kissing Kurt deeply, making sure to run his tongue along Kurt's so he can taste himself.
"Sneaky."
"Good morning."
"Hmmm." Kurt cups the back of Blaine's neck and pulls him in for another kiss before remembering what day it is. "I get to give you your gift today."
"Now?"
"Not now. Later."
"So what should we do now then?" Blaine asks with a gleam in his eyes.
"I have a few ideas."
Once Blaine is sated, and Kurt has come undone again at the now expert hands of his lover, the pair shower and dress- Blaine telling Kurt to wrap up warm as they are going out.
"Out where though?" Kurt whines as he pulls on his boots, "It's too cold to drive far."
"We're not driving far." Blaine replies.
"But what if people..."
"Kurt. Relax. Trust me. Now come here."
Kurt stands and goes to him, expecting to be kissed but is surprised when instead Blaine produces a beautiful burgundy scarf and wraps it around him. "Merry Christmas." He whispers with a brief kiss to Kurt's lips.
"This is the scarf I was looking at when we were in Brooks Brothers." Kurt says with a smile.
Blaine shrugs slightly, hands in his pockets and feeling suddenly shy. He's never gotten a gift for another guy before, much less one as perfect as Kurt. "It's ok if you don't like it...I can exchange it or..."
"Blaine. It's beautiful. And the perfect Christmas gift from my beautiful boyfriend. Thank you." He wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and kisses him once more, wondering if he will ever be able to get enough of those sensuous lips.
"So...I have some news." Blaine says with a shy, excited smile.
"Oh?"
"I've been asked to audition for Julliard."
"OH MY GOD!" Kurt shrieks, leaping up at Blaine, wrapping his legs around his waist and kissing him all over his face. "That is amazing. I am so unbelievably proud of you right now!"
"It's just an audition." Blaine laughs. "I haven't been offered a place."
"No, but you will. They'll meet you, hear your music and fall in love with you, just as I did."
"Thank you for your faith in me, but time will tell. It's not until February anyway."
"Still, right after the holidays we can start working on your pieces." Kurt rubs his hands together excitedly.
"We?"
"You don't think I'm gonna leave you to do it on your own do you?"
"You're amazing. I love you so much. Now come on, lets go."
"Where?" Kurt tries again.
"Uh-uh. Still not telling."
"Ice skating? Oh my God Blaine this is so romantic!" Kurt exclaims as Blaine parks the car.
"Huh. Well. That's the idea, but you might not think that in a minute."
"Why?" Kurt asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"We're meeting Rachel and Finn."
"Oh."
"It's just... I really wanted to bring you here, but I thought too many people might see us...just the two of us...and talk. But I thought if we were with them then we could say that you came with your brother and I came with Rach and..."
"That works." Kurt says quickly. "We can be together without being together. And it's still romantic. Even more so, knowing what thought you put into all this."
"I really want to kiss you right now."
"Do it then." Kurt says, feeling suddenly bold.
Blaine huffs out a laugh and shakes his head sadly. "We can't. But soon."
"Please?" Kurt pouts.
Blaine winds one hand around Kurt's neck and inches slowly closer. Kurt closes his eyes as he feels Blaine's breath fanning over his face. He is taken back to that day in the classroom, when they so very nearly kissed...they've shared probably thousands of kisses since then- sweet and tender, raw and passionate but each as special as the last and each one sending sparks shooting through both of them and setting hearts fluttering. Ever so softly, Blaine grazes his lips over Kurt's. The feeling is so sensual, so deeply erotic that Kurt gasps and his eyes fly open. A slow smile spreads across Blaine's face as he takes in the sudden flush spreading over Kurt's cheeks and the way his pupils dilate with longing. He presses forward again, remembering with fondness that night on his porch, when Kurt had controlled their first kiss, himself a trembling wreck and so scared of doing something wrong. Now here he is, kissing the love of his life as if his own life depended on it. Kurt's mouth opens beneath his lips, and their tongues dance their now familiar dance as their lips move as if they were made as one.
The sharp tap on the window causes them to jump apart, then come back to rest their foreheads together before the drivers side door opens and an angry looking Rachel appears- Mercedes, Tina and a more than embarrassed Finn standing awkwardly behind her.
"Out. Get out of the car, now." she hisses, "In case you haven't noticed, half of McKinley seems to be here. You're lucky I got to you first, I saw Mercedes heading towards your car and I knew, just knew, that you two would be all over each other."
She turns to the group with a bright smile as Kurt and Blaine exit the Lexus looking sheepish. "Everything's okay," she trills brightly, "Blaine was just a bit upset and Mr. Hummel was comforting him. Come along guys, lets go get our skates." She trudges off at an unbelievably fast pace, even Finns long legs having to hurry to keep up. Blaine tags along at the back of the group, pulling at Kurt's arm as soon as everyone is distracted.
"Kurt, Kurt." he whispers urgently.
"What?"
"That kiss...I..."
"Yeah," Kurt responds, his smile growing wider. "It was pretty mind blowing."
"I don't want to ice skate now, I wanna go home."
Kurt laughs loudly at the adorable pout on Blaine's face and tugs him toward the lake. "Later, mister."
"But..."
"Later. Right now all your friends...well...my friends too I guess, are waiting for us to join them. Come on. It'll be fun."
As they step onto the lake they find themselves surrounded with familiar faces. Puck, Sam and Mike whizz by, clapping Kurt on the back and commenting how good it is that he could join them. Nobody seems to think anything is strange about him being there, Kurt assumes they all thought he'd tagged along with Finn- as Blaine had hoped they would.
Kurt is unsteady on his feet, a fact that Blaine finds adorable, even more so when it means he spends most of the time with his arm linked through Blaine's under the pretence of needing help to remain upright. Kurt finds himself laughing and joining in with this group of teenagers and marvelling at Blaine's confidence within the group. The shy, nervous boy Kurt had first met has been replaced by a handsome young man who is enjoying finding his place in the world. Maybe it's his relationship with Kurt, maybe it's the comfort of having a supportive family on both sides, but he seems older than the others, more self-assured.
Kurt rests against the barrier, hot chocolate in hand when Finn skates over to him.
"You okay?" he asks, following Kurt's gaze to where it rests upon Blaine spinning a laughing Santana around on the ice.
"Yeah, never better actually. Just standing here wondering what I ever did to deserve everything this good."
"You're head over heels for him, aren't you?" Finn muses as they both continue to watch the group.
"Totally. And y'know what's the best? He feels the same. And I know he does. No question. With Richard there was always this doubt, this constant nagging fear that I wasn't good enough, or that he'd leave me if I moaned about having a bad day at work. I was scared to tell him so much...I even put up with his endless watching of sports because I didn't want the argument that would come if I asked to change channel. But with Blaine...it just all fits, Finn. Everything is so right."
"What are you gonna do when he goes to college though dude? I mean, Rach keeps saying that we can make it work, me visit her, she'll come home for breaks...but it's gonna be hard."
"I'm going with him."
"What?"
"I can't leave him, Finn. I don't ever want to be apart from him. You know I miss New York. We talked and yeah, we're going to move there together over the summer."
"Together, together?"
"Yep."
"Woah. Does your dad know?"
"No one knows. Not even his mom. So I'm trusting you with this, okay?"
"Totally. Wow Kurt. That's...I'm really happy for you."
"Thanks. And don't worry, I'm sure you and Rachel will sort something."
"Yeah we will. But I don't see us being ready to live together. I'm only twenty seven."
Kurt raises an eyebrow and laughs before skating uncertainly to the center of the ice. Blaine holds his hands out to him without thinking, Kurt clutches them gratefully and allows his young boyfriend to twirl him around the lake, laughing loudly as Blaine collects more and more of the group until they are all skating in a long train.
"Dude. You are in for one hell of a Christmas." Puck says in Kurt's ear as he grips his waist.
"What? I..." Kurt turns confusedly, causing Puck to almost fall over him followed by the rest of the group. Still laughing, they eventually decide to head to Breadstix, but Blaine gracefully declines on his and Kurt's behalf, saying he needs to give Kurt a ride home.
"I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't realize so many people would be there, I..."
"Hey, don't apologize. I had an amazing time. Really, I loved it. And it was so much easier than I thought it would be. Aside from nearly getting caught out by Tina and Mercedes no one seemed to notice anything."
"I guess they just assume we're friends because of the whole Rachel and Finn thing."
"So did you tell Rachel we'll go to her New Years party?"
"Not yet. I wasn't sure if you'd want to."
"I do. It'll be fun."
"Okay."
"Now lets go home so I can give you your gift."
Blaine wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting as a Christmas gift. What he definitely was NOT expecting however, was to find himself in this position. He tugs lightly on the ties binding his wrists to the headboard and calls out again.
"Kurt?" He is achingly hard, despite not having a clue what's going on. He's pretty sure he'd laugh uncontrollably if he could see himself now, blindfolded, tied to a bed and completely naked. Eventually he hears a soft rustling noise.
"Kurt?" he asks again.
"Are you okay baby?" Kurt asks, his voice growling low with desire at the sight which greets him.
"Yeah," he breathes, "Just wasn't sure where you had gone."
"Listen. Anything you don't like just say and I'll stop."
Blaine gulps and nods, not knowing whether he feels aroused, nervous or downright terrified. Aroused, he decides as he feels the familiar sensation of a naked Kurt straddling his thighs.
"I am in charge. I am your teacher, just remember that. You must not do anything without my permission- and that includes coming. Got that?"
Blaine nods eagerly, but receives a sharp tap to his thigh. "I said have you got that?" Kurt asks again, more forcefully this time.
"Y-y-yes." Blaine stammers, "Sir." he adds as an afterthought.
"Excellent. Good boy. I like good boys." Kurt purrs as he runs his hands over Blaine's chest, causing him to cry out. "Good boys get rewarded. Open."
Blaine opens his mouth eagerly, assuming he will be getting a face full of Kurt's cock, but is surprised when what tastes and feels like a strawberry dipped in melted chocolate is placed in his mouth.
"Mmmm," Blaine hums as he bites into the soft fruit. He feels the juice dripping down his chin followed by Kurt's tongue licking him clean.
"Mmmm indeed." he growls, before his tongue dives into Blaine's mouth alongside the rest of the fruit. Blaine's taste buds are in overdrive, heightened by his other sensory deprivations he can taste Kurt and the sweetness of the strawberry tangled with the smoothness of the chocolate. He whimpers slightly when Kurt pulls back again.
"Liked that, did you?" Kurt asks, Blaine hears the smirk in his voice and his dick twitches even more.
"Yes sir, it was hot."
"That's not hot." Kurt answers sharply, "this is hot." Blaine arches up from the bed and cries out as some sort of hot liquid is drizzled onto his chest.
"Fuck! Fuck! Shit that's hot!" Blaine cries, as Kurt continues to drip it lazily down his sternum and around each nipple before pooling some in his belly button. For a split second,Blaine thinks about asking him to stop, but then the liquid cools and Kurt follows the pattern with his tongue.
"Jesus...Oh God that feels good." Blaine moans as Kurt swirls his tongue around a nipple. Pulling on the restraints, he arches up on the bed repeatedly, desperate for more as Kurt licks down his chest. "Please sir, please!" he whines- the overwhelming need to stroke his cock driving him insane but also turning him on more than he ever thought possible.
"Please what?" Kurt asks hotly, causing Blaine to jump because he had no idea Kurt had moved so close to his face.
"Please touch me sir, please." Blaine begs.
"Not yet." he leans and places a kiss on Blaine's lips, pulling away and making the boy chase after him before falling back on the pillow with a moan.
"Fucking HELL!" he yells, causing Kurt to laugh. "It's not funny. I'm dying here. Dying! Please touch me. I've been so good."
"I'm not touching you. But you're right. You have been good. Open," Kurt whispers as he runs a finger along Blaine's lips.
He opens quickly and pulls Kurt's finger inside, sucking greedily and whimpering as Kurt runs a strawberry over each nipple until they're completely hard before removing his finger and encouraging him to eat the fruit. Then suddenly he's gone. Blaine feels the bed rise as Kurt gets up, then a soft hissing sound.
"Fuck." Kurt mutters, as Blaine tries any which way he can to see what Kurt is doing, but the blindfold is too good.
"You okay?"
"Less talking, more sucking." Kurt commands as he sits astride Blaine's chest.
Blaine smiles as he feels the tip of Kurt's cock rest heavy against his lips. His tongue snakes out and he immediately tastes chocolate. "What the..." he begins, but is silenced by Kurt forcing himself into Blaine's mouth.
It's a strange sensation. It feels a little uncomfortable, not being able to see and having to trust Kurt completely, but it is insanely erotic and Blaine finds himself moaning deeply as he takes in Kurt's length- which is coated entirely in melted chocolate.
"Good boy, good boy." Kurt coos as he strokes Blaine's cheek. "Oooh you look so good sucking on that chocolate lollipop." He leans forward, gripping the headboard as he thrusts in and out of the boy, moaning deeply at the sight. Blaine's mouth is stretched wide, spit gathering under his chin. He looks so glorious, eyes wrapped in the black and red blindfold, arms tied above his head, that Kurt pulls out of his mouth, trying to stave off his orgasm. Blaine, feeling emboldened and insanely turned on, daringly drags his teeth up the length of Kurt's cock. He hears a whimper, then feels hot liquid spurting over his face as Kurt is unable to hold off any longer.
"Shit, shit." Kurt pants, and then Blaine feels his tongue lapping over his cheeks, nose and lips as he cleans his own juices from his boyfriends skin.
"Oh God Kurt, let me come. Please, let me come!" Blaine begs, sure that he cannot take any more.
"Not yet." Kurt whispers in his ear, taking time to run his hands over any expanse of skin he can find. He moves lower, kissing the insides of Blaine's quivering thighs before taking his balls into his mouth and swirling his tongue over them.
"Kurt!" Blaine screams, nearly in tears through sheer desperation and want. "Please, please!"
"Tell me what you want baby." Kurt murmurs from where he is nestled between Blaine's legs.
"I don't care, just touch my cock, let me come!"
"How do you want to come though? You've been such a good boy, I'll let you choose. Do you want to come in my mouth, or with my cock in your tight little ass?"
"C-c-cock," Blaine whimpers, "In me. Please Kurt, just fuck me." He is writhing on the bed, wanting and hungry to feel Kurt inside him. He sucks eagerly on the fingers Kurt holds up, and moans brokenly when two are pushed swiftly inside his entrance.
"Good. So...so...good," he pants, trying to push himself down further. It burns, but in the best way possible and Blaine needs more.
"You look beautiful like this." Kurt says, peppering kisses down his legs as he works him open. Pushing another finger in, he smiles to himself as Blaine moans loudly. The boy is a wanting, disheveled mess, chest heaving, a light sheen of sweat coating his body, hair plastered to his head and legs shaking.
Blaine feels his legs being pushed up towards his chest and then finally, finally, Kurt is there, pushing his rigid cock deep inside. It's dry and rough but everything they both need in this moment. Blaine knows he will be sore for days, and this makes him even more excited.
"Fuck me Kurt."
"Yes, yes...shit baby. This is so good." Kurt pants, all attempts at role play gone as he concentrates on the amazing sensation of Blaine clenching around him. He thrusts shallowly, unable to move too much at first because of the way Blaine is squeezing so tight around him, but gradually he is able to build pace, and he shifts his angle slightly in a manner he knows will make Blaine scream.
"Holy SHIT!" Blaine cries, "Kurt, Kurt, please...I can't...I need to..."
Kurt manages to catch his lips in one sloppy kiss as he wraps his fingers around Blaine's cock.
"Come."
And that's it. Kurt hasn't even moved his hand before Blaine is coming, thick white ropes shooting from his cock for so long that Kurt fears he may faint with the force of it.
"Blaine, baby," he manages to get out as Blaine continues to come, head thrown back and silently screaming- completely unable to vocalize the moment. Kurt follows after, moaning as he bites into Blaine's shoulder and stutters uncontrollably, spilling into the boy.
They are silent as they lay in a tangled, heaving mess for a long time, until Kurt wonders why Blaine's arms aren't around him, then remembers he's still tied to the bed.
"Sorry," he says weakly as he unties the restraints and the blindfold. "I forgot."
Blaine squints as the light hits his eyes and he slowly takes in the scene around him. Clothes are everywhere, a bowl rests on the nightstand which once held melted chocolate, the remnants now long since solidified. But it's the sight of Kurt which has him staring incredulously.
Kurt, always so put together and pristine, is a mess. His hair sticks out in different directions, his lips are red raw. Chocolate is smeared around his mouth, down his neck and torso, and around his now completely spent cock. Blaine laughs at the sight, thankful he was blindfold throughout or he knows he would have got the giggles.
"You should look at yourself, mister." Kurt smiles as he props himself on an elbow next to him. Blaine sees the leftover trail of chocolate coating his chest, the skin pink underneath.
"That chocolate was really hot." he says as he reaches for his lover.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"No...I mean it was really hot." Blaine smirks, pulling him in for a kiss. "Best Christmas gift ever."
"That's not your gift." Kurt says, untangling himself and climbing from the bed. "This is your gift." And it's only then that Blaine notices the camera mounted on a tripod, angled so it captures all of the bed.
"I'll be right back." Kurt whispers, and leaves a grinning Blaine to fall back on the bed.
"There you go. Something for those long, lonely nights when you're at home all alone."
Blaine rouses, he hadn't realized he had drifted off until he hears Kurt speaking. "You're a kinky bastard," he says, taking the disc from Kurt with a smile.
"No Blaine, you are the kinky bastard, which is why I made you a sex tape."
"So when my mom asks what you got me for Christmas, I put this on do I?" he says with a laugh, pulling Kurt on top of him once more because- damn- he just cannot stop touching him.
"No," Kurt answers, extracting himself once more. "When your mom asks what I gave you, you show her this." he says, handing Blaine a box tied with a large black and gold ribbon. "Open it when you get home." he says, with a kiss.
Blaine hops from the bed and goes to the hall, Kurt hears him fumbling in his bag and then he returns.
"Merry Christmas," he says, holding out a package wrapped in brightly colored holiday paper.
"But you gave me that scarf..." Kurt trails off, unable to stop grinning at the sight of Blaine looking so nervous yet so proud.
"I know...but this is your actual gift. I hope you like it. But open it after I'm gone."
Later, when Blaine is shut in his bedroom, he settles onto his bed and unwraps his gift from Kurt. Lifting the lid and gently removing the layers of tissue paper, his eyes fill with tears as he takes in the stunning collection of bow ties. All different colors, from a simple black with fine silver thread running through, to a bright red one with tiny green Christmas trees. His eyes are immediately drawn to a burgundy one, which when he looks closer he can see has small black music notes all over. He lifts it from the box to examine it closer, then sees the note hidden underneath.
Eighteen bow ties, one for each week since we met in the park.
It would have been one for each day, but a teachers salary isn't up to much, and my sewing time has been greatly diminished since you came into my life. Not that I'm complaining.
I love you, Blaine Anderson. Forever and for always.
Kurt.
Kurt presses play on the CD Blaine has given him, and settles back in bed with a smile on his face as he lets Blaine's voice wash over him. All their songs are there, he blinks back tears as he listens to Blaine singing 'Hello,' and finds it unbelievable that the memory seems so distant. He laughs as he hears Rachel duetting with him on 'I'd be surprisingly good for you' and 'Love lift us up where we belong.' But when he hears that deep, melodious voice start to sing 'Make you Feel my Love,' the tears really start to fall. But they are tears of happiness, as Kurt recalls the way it felt to be held by Blaine for the first time, the way his heart raced when their lips first met. He is so absorbed in his memories that when Blaine's voice comes over the speakers, he is startled.
"Uh...so Merry Christmas Kurt." Blaine says, and Kurt smiles at the uncertainty in his voice. "I um...well I would have given you the world if I could...or at least a new Gucci bag. But I don't have much money. So in the words of Elton John, my gift is my song- and this one's for you."
Kurt clamps a hand over his mouth as the piano starts up with an unfamiliar tune, and Kurt realizes Blaine has written a song for him. For him. He can see him now, sitting in the auditorium, changing music and lyrics, practising over and over until it was perfect- and now Kurt gets to hear the end result.
Your hand fits in mine
Like it's just made for me,
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be.
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me.
I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your tighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It's you
Oh it's you they add up to.
I'm in love with you
And all these little things.
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea,
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
I know you've never loved
The sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you're perfect to me.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true
It's you,
It's you they add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all your little things.