Thank you so much for the reviews and the well-wishes! My family issues have, for the most part, sorted themselves out, though not in the best of ways. I'm not going to unload my life story on y'all, but I may not be able to update too regularly over the next couple of weeks.
Also, I have two separate threads for this story in my head. One involves a controversial storyline, and the other involves and OC. And since I don't think I could do an OC right, and I hear you guys aren't fans of OCs, I'm going to tell you one thing that you need to get in your head for the next few chapters (not including this one, because this chapter will be undiluted fluff if it goes as planned): Have faith in our boys.
Warning for this chapter: If you haven't seen Rocky Horror Picture Show, there are some serious spoilers.
I don't own Glee.
The next day, Blaine comes over, clad in his pajamas ("Of course I got dressed this morning, Kurt. I changed out of my pajamas and into my other pajamas.") and ready for a day of movies and cuddling. Kurt quickly puts on some of what he calls "lounge clothing (since all his pajamas are fancy designer silk things)" and then they settle down in Kurt's bed with Rocky Horror Picture Show in the DVD player.
"I just don't get it, Kurt, who's sleeping with who?" Blaine asks, extremely confused.
Kurt sighs. "Well. Rocky and Janet had sex, but Frank is mad about that because he made Rocky for his own sexual relief and Brad is mad about that because he and Janet are engaged. Also, Frank had sex with both Janet and Brad, which is complicated and weird. The movie's a hell of a lot better if you don't try to make sense of it."
Blaine nods and wriggles his head into the crook of Kurt's neck, and they go back to watching the movie in silence.
By the time the movie's over, it's almost noon, and Kurt drags Blaine downstairs. "We have to make lunch! This is gonna be so fun!"
"Kurt…" Blaine says hesitantly, "I can't remember the last time cooking was fun. In case you hadn't noticed, I really can't cook." He stands by the doorway, twisting the hem of his shirt in his nervous hands.
"It's not about skill, it's about being able to follow instructions given by your smart, talented, beautiful chef of a boyfriend." Kurt smiles cheekily at Blaine and ushers him towards the counter.
Blaine complies, jumping up and taking a seat right next to the kitchen sink. "Now, that I can do. What are we making, O Mighty Boyfriend?"
"I was thinking something simple that takes an unnecessarily long time to make. Some kind of stir-fry."
Blaine nods his head thoughtfully. "Just tell me what to do. I'm all yours. I am your slave!" He proclaims the last part dramatically, hopping down from the counter and throwing himself at Kurt's feet.
"Well, the first thing you need to do is get off the floor; it's filthy. Then you need to wash your hands, as per cooking protocol. And then you need to go to the pantry and get me the bag of brown rice." Kurt looks pointedly at Blaine, still on the ground.
"Stand up, wash hands, get rice. Got it." Blaine jumps up from the floor and walks over to the sink to wash his hands.
"Use the lavender soap, not the citrus," Kurt calls, already digging through the refrigerator. He pulls out a bag of bell peppers, an onion, a package of tofu, and a myriad of condiments.
Blaine is incredibly obedient, and they finish making their lunch in record time. They return to the living room and take their seats on the couch with smiles on their faces.
"Do we really need to use chopsticks? I suck at chopsticks." Blaine pouts and twirls the sticks in his left hand, nearly flinging them across the room.
Kurt sighs and takes the chopsticks from Blaine, handing him a fork. "Chopsticks are kind of part of the whole experience, but I'd rather you not take somebody's eye out, so here you go."
"Why thank you, O Merciful One, how can I ever repay you?" Blaine lowers his voice and leans in close to Kurt's face, leaving his food sitting behind him on the couch.
Kurt leans backwards, and Blaine frowns. "You can repay me by not letting your food go cold, O Horny One. There'll be plenty of time for that later." Kurt smiles coyly at Blaine and Blaine immediately sits back on the couch, picking up his plate. Kurt puts in a new movie and it plays while they eat, though they don't pay attention to the screen at all.
When their plates are empty, the boys just sit there, vacantly staring at the television, their minds far, far away. After a while of nothing but the sound of whatever movie they're watching, Blaine turns and looks at Kurt.
"Kurt?"
Kurt looks up and into Blaine's eyes. "Yes?"
Blaine's gaze is unwavering, utterly confident. "Kiss me."
"Gladly," Kurt says, practically crawling to the other side of the couch and landing square in Blaine's lap before kissing him deeply and passionately.
Their simple kiss quickly turns into a full-out horizontal makeout session on the couch, with their erections rubbing together through the fabric of their pants and breathy little moans escaping their mouths periodically.
"Blaine. Blaine. Blaine." It takes Blaine a few moments to realize that Kurt is trying to get his attention, not moaning his name. He pulls back and looks at Kurt questioningly.
"We should take this upstairs," Kurt says, gesturing to the room around them. "You know, just in case."
"Oh, uh. Yeah, we should. Let's do that." Blaine nods fervently and Kurt stands up, dragging him by the hand up the stairs and into Kurt's room. Once the door is closed, the boys are frantically grabbing at clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as possible.
"We should be on the bed," Kurt points out, already slightly panting. The boys end up on the bed in the same position as they were in on the couch downstairs, only now it's much more heated and much more…naked.
"Let me suck you off," Blaine breathes in Kurt's ear, and it's all Kurt can do not to cry out, Yes, yes, oh god, yes. Instead he simply nods and says, "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
Blaine kisses his way down Kurt's body, paying attention to every inch of his skin. When he finally reaches Kurt's cock, he takes the whole length in his mouth without warning, sucking for all he's worth with no hesitation at all. Kurt is reduced to a puddle of moans within seconds. When Blaine hums around his cock, he nearly loses it, thrusting up into Blaine's mouth, but it doesn't faze Blaine. He keeps sucking, harder and harder, faster and faster, until Kurt is coming hot and fast down his throat.
Blaine swallows every last drop, pulling up to kiss Kurt when he's satisfied with the job he's done.
"That…that was amazing, Blaine," Kurt whispers in awe.
Blaine breathes hot in Kurt's ear. "Anything for you. Anything."
"I love you," Kurt says, kissing Blaine quickly before reaching his hand down to pump Blaine's erection.
Blaine's breath hitches and he lets out a low moan before resting his forehead on Kurt's shoulder. "Oh god yes, ngh," Blaine moans, unable to form real words. Kurt twists his wrist a little and runs his thumb over the head of Blaine's cock, eliciting another wordless moan from him. It's not long before Blaine is coming over Kurt's hand, on the sheets.
The boys immediately wrap their arms around each other, not caring about the sticky mess, and fall into a peaceful silence for a while.
"We should get up and shower," Kurt points out when he looks at the clock and realizes his father is due home in two hours. The boys get cleaned up, throw Kurt's sheets in the wash, and get dressed and are sitting in front of the television watching another movie when Burt walks in the door.
"Hi, guys. How was your day?" Burt takes off his shoes and jacket and walks into the living room.
Kurt and Blaine both turn around to look at Kurt's father. "Oh, you know. We just sat around watching movies all day, really." Kurt stands up. "I should get dinner started. There's a football game on some channel if you guys wanna watch that."
Burt flops down on the couch where Kurt had been sitting and changes the channel to the football game Kurt mentioned. He turns to Blaine.
"Son, if you don't want to watch this with me, you don't have to. No matter how much you love football, I know you'd rather be in there helping Kurt cook." Burt gives Blaine an obvious I-see-right-through-you look which is met with an equally obvious thank-you-so-much look before Blaine stands up and heads to the kitchen.
"Well hello there," Kurt says without turning around. "Come for the show?"
Blaine smirks, his eyes drifting to Kurt's ass. "Not quite, but it's a nice bonus. Do you need any help?"
"Actually, I don't. You can take a seat right here if you want," Kurt says, patting the counter area he's not cooking on. Blaine complies, looking at the kitchen around him to see that Kurt's making an elaborate meal for five.
"It looks delicious," he comments. Kurt turns around and smiles at him.
"I try. Cooking is one of my specialties, you know."
"Oh, I know. What are some of the others?" Blaine gives Kurt a wry smile.
Kurt smiles back impishly. "Well I'm very good with my mouth…you know, like singing. And foreign languages and the like."
"I see. Anything else?"
"I'm really good at moving my hips. For dance routines and such."
"Ah, is that so? You might have to show me sometime; I'm not quite sure I believe you."
Kurt tries to cover his laugh by disguising it as a cough. "Oh, you'll get a front row seat one of these days. Promise."
Blaine chuckles under his breath. "I'll hold you to that."
Kurt turns back to the food and says under his breath, "I won't let you down."
Blaine decides right then and there that he really loves watching Kurt cook.
Hey look, I ended an unnecessarily short chapter that took too long to write with a really crappy line. Hate me yet?
Anyways. This fluffy chapter turned into a mildly smutty chapter, but you can never have too much smut.
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