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"You gave me the word I finally heard. I'm doing the best that I can."
-Getting Better
As it turns out, Sebastian was right. Blaine wakes up at 3:30 A.M. with a start when ice cold feet press against his legs and the sound of quiet, almost endearing snoring coming from the boy next to him. Sebastian's arms tighten around his waist and he feels lips against the back of his neck. "I told you."
Blaine laughs under his breath and shimmies back into Sebastian's hold. "It's adorable."
"He amazes me. Constantly," Sebastian offers, unsolicited. "I knew the second I saw him that I had to have him."
"Where did you meet him?" Blaine wonders.
"My first day working at his dad's garage. I saw him and I couldn't breathe for how gorgeous he was. I went over and asked him out and his dad came out of the office and told me that he was paying me to work, not for trying to pick up his son."
"So he knew?"
"About Kurt? Yeah."
"What about you?"
Sebastian laughs. "Well, if he didn't before, he sure did then."
Blaine smiles, glad that Kurt has the support of his family. "So...he's okay with this?"
"Burt is supportive of whatever makes Kurt happy. They're really close since Kurt lost his mom as a kid, and it's just mindblowing to see how much Burt loves Kurt. It's easy to see why Kurt turned out as free and loving as he did; it's how he was raised." Sebastian sighs and kisses Blaine's shoulder. "It's the kind of life I wish you had."
"Why just me? You deserve that, too."
"Nah, I'm a pessimistic, bitter little fuck. It wouldn't have done me any good. But you...you're good and almost as stupidly optimistic as Kurt, and you deserve someone to nurture that and encourage you."
Blaine is struck a little dumb by the words and silence stretches on until Sebastian kisses his neck again and whispers, "We really do love you, Blaine. Not just as a friend. We really love you."
"I really love you, too." It comes out in a whisper.
Sebastian sighs contentedly and tightens his hold again. "You should try and sleep now, babe. You had a pretty rough day."
"Thank you for letting me stay here like this."
"Kurt was already planning to kidnap you if he hadn't heard from you by Sunday." Blaine is sure that there is probably truth to Sebastian's words. "You're where you belong now. Here. With us."
"I love you." He likes the way the words feel on his lips.
"I love you, too."
He smiles to himself. He likes hearing the words just as much as saying them.
-x-
When he opens his eyes again, it's morning. The light filters through the rainclouds, washing the entire room in an almost sleepy gray as raindrops patter against the windows. He's not entirely sure he's ready to be awake yet but he's pulled away from thoughts of sleep by Kurt's whispering from beside him.
"...no, baby. I got this from Santana," he says, clarifying something.
"Santana? Is that the blonde who tried to sell us lawn clippings?" Sebastian wonders, his voice amused and only slightly judgmental.
Kurt laughs brightly. "No, that was Brittany, and in her defense, you did ask her to buy some grass." He laughs again. "I wondered why she sounded so confused on the phone."
"Oh, Santana's the one who got us the good acid last month," Sebastian remembers and Kurt hums in the affirmative. "Alright, as long as we're not smoking the stems and seeds of some guy's lawn, I guess we should be okay."
Blaine sits up just in time to see Sebastian dart a playful kiss to Kurt's lips. When Kurt pulls away, he notices Blaine and smiles. "Good morning, sweetie." He leans forward to kiss Blaine on the lips. "How'd you sleep?"
Sebastian laughs toward where his fingers are expertly rolling a joint. "Yeah, Blaine-" He looks up with sparkling eyes. "Tell him how you slept."
"I slept amazingly," Blaine answers, playfully smug. "And Sebastian is a liar. You were quiet as a mouse all night," he adds with a coy grin. Sebastian laughs about Blaine being a traitor while Kurt celebrates with his 'I told you so.'
Kurt settles across Blaine's lap and wraps his arms around his neck as Sebastian lights up the joint. They sit close like that, passing the cigarette until it's gone and they're stretched out on the bed, cuddled close and lost in their own heads.
A few minutes pass in warm, comfortable silence before Kurt props himself up on his elbow, eyes soft as he watches his fingers trace idle patterns on the front of Blaine's t-shirt. "I think it's beautiful that you're still a virgin," he says, quiet and easy.
"Why?" Blaine is sure he'd normally flush red with embarrassment, but he's so calm and conversation comes easily.
Kurt breathes out a thoughtful sigh. "It's romantic, the Victorian concept of 'touch of the fingertips', only truly baring yourself to your true love. There's something pure about it to me."
Blaine can't help but breathe out a laugh. "The only 'touch of the fingertips' has been my own. I was always too scared that my dad might find out, and I'd never been in love before but I knew I wanted to wait. I was hoping that I'd meet someone in college..." He trails off, the hope always went a little hazy after that. He didn't know if there were more guys like him at Princeton-his guess isprobably not-so he never really let himself get too wrapped up in fantasy.
He's pulled from his thoughts by Sebastian's voice, coming out softer than he's heard it so far as he lifts a hand to rest on Blaine's cheek. "And what are you hoping now?"
His answer comes before he even gives it a thought. "Turns out, I didn't have to wait until college before I fell in love, and I'm not scared anymore."
Kurt tilts his head up and kisses him full and soft on the lips. "You're so beautiful, Blaine. You've got such an amazing soul." Kurt's hand cups his cheek and pulls him closer as he deepens the kiss, and Blaine just surrenders to the amazing feeling of being kissed by Kurt. He whines quietly against Kurt's lips as he feels Sebastian's hand sliding over his chest and stomach, and he can't help but arch into the touch when Sebastian rests a warm hand low on his belly near the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
"Can we touch you, sweetheart?" Kurt's lips brush his own featherlightly as he asks. Blaine swallows hard and nods.
He feels fingers push up his t-shirt and ghost over his hipbones in a maddening tease before Sebastian rests his hand flat and slides it into his pants, rubbing Blaine through the fabric of his underwear. He turns his head and attaches his lips to Sebastian's as a desperate whine tumbles out.
Sebastian pulls away just slightly, breathing roughened and eyes dark with enough want to make Blaine shudder. "Can I take these off? I promise, we can do as much or as little as you want."
Blaine nods quickly and after taking a breath, chokes out, "Everything. Please, I want everything with you."
"We're yours, sweetheart," Kurt whispers, his breath fanning across the flushed skin of Blaine's neck before pressing a kiss there. "Anything you want, it's yours."
Sebastian hooks his thumbs underneath the hem of Blaine's shirt and pulls it the rest of the way off before making short work of the rest of his clothes and moving down Blaine's body to kiss over his chest and stomach, pausing to pay special attention to the tantalizing hipbones that have apparently caught his attention. "God, baby," he breathes against Blaine's stomach, the words punctuated by a kiss. "Your body is perfect."
But Blaine can't really focus on anything other than Sebastian's lips so close to where his cock is laying, hard and wanting, against his stomach. He hears himself whimper out a response and a softer hand slides down his body to wrap long, smooth fingers around his length and start to stroke him slowly.
"Oh god," he whines in a breath as he looks down to see Sebastian press a kiss to Kurt's fingers. His back arches and he feels heat coiling in his belly. "I-I'm not going to last," he warns.
"It's okay, baby," Sebastian murmurs, moving up to kiss his neck. "Just come when you're ready. We've got plenty of time."
Kurt sucks hard over his pulse and Sebastian nips at his collarbone, and all it takes is a twist of Kurt's wrist on an upstroke to make Blaine's eyes roll back and with a string of shuddering whines, he comes harder than he ever has. He breathes out a shaky laugh and lets his head fall onto Kurt's shoulder as Kurt brushes his clean hand through his sweat-damp curls.
"Feels better when it's somebody else's hand, doesn't it?" Sebastian asks, his voice bright with soft amusement and all Blaine can offer is another breathy laugh and a nod. Kurt kisses the top of his head before leaning across his body to kiss Sebastian, full and deep, and Blaine's cock twitches with the valiant effort of trying to get hard again.
Sebastian picks up his own t-shirt from the floor to clean up Blaine's stomach and chest before going back to kissing Kurt, while Blaine watches and just drifts on the warmth and contentment he feels being in bed with Sebastian and Kurt.
It's not long before Kurt and Sebastian have each other naked and turn their attention back to Blaine. Sebastian kisses down his body while Kurt claims his mouth. Blaine cries out when Sebastian's lips wrap around his cock and draw him into thewethotperfect heat of his mouth. It takes a little longer than earlier but not much before Blaine is keening out a half-muffled cry and coming hard down Sebastian's through as he swallows around him.
Blaine's body sags to the bed, absolutely boneless, and he shudders as Kurt claims Sebastian's lips, licking into his mouth to taste Blaine on his tongue. Blaine lets his trembling hands explore the strong expanse of Sebastian's body before wrapping tentative fingers around his flushed cock and delighting in the shocked gasp the action elicits.
He strokes Sebastian slowly, just reveling in the way he feels in his hand, loving how powerful he feels for being able to draw such an intense reaction out of Sebastian.
"God, you two are so beautiful together," Kurt murmurs, breaking away from Sebastian's lips with a wet smack. "Love you so much."
Blaine whimpers as Kurt's lips find his own again. "M-More, please."
Sebastian looks up from where he was trailing kisses over Blaine's shoulder. "What do you want, baby?"
"You, please." And god, he feels insatiable. Even though his body feels warm and boneless, he still needs more, craves more of his lovers' touch. He pulls in a breathy gasp as he feels a slick finger tracing around his rim. Before the night he'd seen Kurt and Sebastian making love on the floor, he'd never considered this as a possibility, but since that night, it was all he could think about but he was never quite able to bring himself to try.
His entire body feels relaxed from the combination of the pot and the two orgasms he's had in the last half hour and he sighs contentedly around a whine as he feels two fingers slide easily into him.
Kurt's voice is rough and breathy. "God, you're so open, sweetheart." By the third finger, he's whining softly and rocking back against Kurt's hand. Kurt kisses his thigh. "Do you want more, honey?"
Blaine hums out his answer, too far gone to find enough words for a sentence. Kurt busies himself with a condom and more lube as Sebastian turns Blaine's head and kisses him. "This might hurt a little at first because it's your first time, but if you relax and breathe, it will feel amazing. I promise." He kisses Blaine again, deeper this time, as Kurt presses in, and Blaine's head falls back against the pillows with a gasp, his fingers scrabbling at Kurt's shoulders as he bottoms out.
"B-Blaine, you feel so good," Kurt whines, his eyes screwed shut. "I'm not going to last."
So far beyond words, all Blaine can manage is a choked whine of what he's pretty sure is supposed to Kurt's name.
He feels Kurt everywhere, feels Kurt filling and stretching him so perfectly that he can barely breathe with it. And when he feels him pulling out, inching by maddening inch, heat coils low in his belly, making him gasp against Sebastian's lips. Before he can take a steadying breath, Kurt rolls his hips and slides, quick and hard, back inside, stretching him again with the unrelenting thickness.
"Oh god, Kurt," Blaine whimpers on a half-breath before his thought is cut off by the steady rhythm of Kurt's hips and all he can muster is a breathy plea of, "Please don't ever stop," as he digs his nails into Kurt's shoulder and just lets him take.
Sebastian pulls away from kissing his neck to rest a hand on the side of Blaine's hip and murmur, "Raise your hips a little and try to push back when he thrusts in." Blaine is quick to follow advice but he cries out and slumps back to the bed with a needy whine when he feels Kurt's cock brush a spot inside him that makes his legs shake. Sebastian pets his hip. "That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."
Blaine tries again but can't seem to manage the strength to keep himself up and keeps falling back with a whimper.
"Baby, slide the pillow under his hips," Kurt instructs, his soft voice rough with need. "He's shaking too hard." Sebastian nods and stretches up to kiss Kurt as they both raise Blaine's hips and settle him on a pillow. When Kurt thrusts forward, Blaine nearly screams as he hits that amazing spot again. Kurt quickens his pace and Blaine's entire body is aching and vibrating with the need to come.
Kurt's clipped voice pulls him from the edge. "I'm close," he gasps, his breathing as quick and rough as the rhythm of his hips. "God, I'm gonna come."
Blaine opens his mouth to beg Kurt to 'please god don't stop' but his words are cut off by Kurt's lips crashing into his own, urgent and desperate as Kurt breathes out a keening moan and stills his hips. A hot shudder ripples through Blaine as he feels Kurt's cock twitching and pulsing inside him. Kurt's whines relax to one last whimpering hum and he brushes a lock of hair from Blaine's forehead.
"I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispers just for Blaine, sounding sated and almost sleepy. "You are so beautiful."
A warm smile lifts Blaine's lips. "Love you, too," is the best he can manage from his hazed brain and Kurt laughs, rolling to the side and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Do you want Seb now, honey?"
Blaine swallows thickly and nods, the desire to feel full and taken again making him ache in the most amazing way. It only takes a minute for Sebastian to prep himself and stretch out over Blaine, pressing their lips together in a kiss so soft, slow, and sensual that Blaine feels like his heart might burst from how full of love he is.
"Ready?" Sebastian asks, breath fanning over Blaine's swollen lips, and Blaine nods.
He gasps and lets his head fall back onto Kurt's outstretched arm when Sebastian pushes inside him, taking little care to go slow, and starting out at the same rhythm that Kurt had set. Sebastian is a bit thicker but not quite as long as Kurt, but he feels beyond perfect as he takes him.
Blaine writhes against the sheets, his heels digging into the fleshyperfect swell of Sebastian's ass as he feels himself being driven toward his release. And when Kurt's hand snakes between them and wraps around his cock, it only takes a few strokes before he's clinging to Sebastian's neck and crying out his release into his shoulder. Sebastian follows almost immediately after.
Blaine is trembling as he comes down, pulled tight against Kurt's side as long fingers card through his hair. His entire body aches in the most perfect way, he feels warm and loved and safe as Sebastian stretches out beside him and kisses his shoulder before draping an arm over his waist, and Blaine is sure he's never been so sleepy in his life.
Kurt presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sleep, sweetheart."
And that's all the invitation Blaine needs. He nuzzles against Kurt's chest and is out cold within minutes.
-x-
Kurt is packing a lunch for Sebastian to take to Burt at the garage when three sharp fist-pounds to the door make him jump. Sebastian meets Kurt's eyes and frowns. "Go make sure he doesn't get up," Sebastian instructs, pointing toward where Blaine is still dead to the world on the bed. Kurt nods but doesn't move, deciding instead that he'd rather be close enough to help Sebastian should he need it.
Because there's no doubt who's at the door.
"What have you perverts done with my son?!" Blaine's father demands, furious, trying to shove his way into the apartment and getting just far enough inside to see Kurt standing in nothing more than a pair of cotton sleep pants and mussed hair. The elder Anderson freezes as he steps further inside and his eyes dart from Kurt to the rumpled bed in the corner of the room where Blaine is nuzzling contentedly into Sebastian's pillow as he shifts in his sleep, the movement causing the sheet to slip down far enough to reveal the very top of the pert swell of his ass.
The man opens his mouth to yell but Sebastian cuts him off. "Your son is here because he doesn't want the life you chose for him. He wants to have a say in how he lives his life and not be forced into a job and a life that makes him miserable."
Kurt steps forward, his voice soft and hopeful. "Your son is an artist, Mr. Anderson," he tries and Sebastian braces himself to intervene. "You should be proud and encourage him. He is smart and charming and creative, and you should be so proud of what an amazing son you have instead of trying to stifle him. You should give him the love and support he needs."
Mr. Anderson's face twists with rage. "What in the hell could you possibly know about love?" he spits and Sebastian steps forward, posturing himself protectively between Kurt and the man. "If your father cared a bit about you, you wouldn't be a disgusting Sodomite who goes around preying on good boys! He'd have had you strapped down to a table getting electroshock therapy until you were normal."
"Hey!" Sebastian shoves the man hard and stabs a finger in his face. "You don't talk to him like that!" Sebastian is furious but he still rests a hand on Kurt's shoulder to comfort, sparing a look to see that Kurt looks unbothered by the cruel words. "And let me tell ya, buddy, you've got a better chance of seeing Jesus than having me let you walk out that door with Blaine."
"Dad?" Blaine's voice is soft and still sleepy, and Kurt and Sebastian spin around to see him sitting up in bed, the sheet covering his lap. "What are you doing here?"
"Get up, get dressed, and get your things," his father instructs through gritted teeth. "We're leaving."
Blaine shifts, wraps the blanket around himself, and stands up. "No. I'm not going with you. I'm staying here with Kurt and Sebastian. I'm calling Dalton on Monday to tell them where to send my diploma." He crosses his arms. "I told you that I'm done trying to live your life and I meant that."
"This is sick, Blaine!" his father shouts, but Blaine doesn't flinch. "You're sick!"
Sebastian looks about ready to intervene but Blaine shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. "I'm not sick, I'm a homosexual," Blaine announces. It's the first time he's said the words aloud. He feels Sebastian's hand come to rest on the small of his back giving him enough courage to continue. "I'm not ashamed that I am in love with Kurt and Sebastian, just like I'm not ashamed to say that I want to be a musician. I'll play music on the street to get by if I have to," he says evenly, looking his father dead in the eye and smiling.
"Because, unlike you," he continues. "I'm following my dream, and as long as I get to share my music with the world, I will alwaysbe happy, and that is what I want my life to be. I don't want Princeton or money or power, I just want to lay my head down at night knowing that I'm as happy as I can possibly be."
His voice is determined and sure. "As long as I have music and love around me, I will be as happy as I can possibly be."
There's fury sparkling in his father's eyes and low and rough, through gritted teeth, he says, "Well then, if you've made up your mind, Cooper will be glad to hear that his inheritance just doubled."
Blaine shakes his head and smiles. "Be sure to tell him it's a gift from me."
"Now, if you'd kindly get the fuck out before you lose about half your goddamn teeth," Sebastian grits out. He follows the man to the door and slams it behind him before turning back to Blaine with worried eyes. "Are you okay, baby?"
And Blaine just cracks. He starts laughing so hard his chest burns with it. He feels like he could fly. "I-I've wanted to say that since I was fourteen years old."
Kurt leads him back to the bed, Sebastian sitting down on his opposite side as Kurt takes Blaine's hands and starts talking. "Honey, we are so proud of you!" He kisses Blaine full on the lips. "You were amazing!"
"I feel amazing," Blaine breathes, falling backwards onto the mattress and sighing happily. "I've never felt as amazing as I do right now."
Sebastian smirks deviously as he throws a leg over Blaine's waist and straddles him. He leans down to kiss him before whispering, "Well, let's see if we can fix that."
With a laugh and an untroubled smile, Blaine lets the sheet get pulled away.
-x-
They leave Ohio on a Tuesday. The windows down to fill the car with the breeze from the open road as they head west for the coast. Kurt talks about taking a job as a singer in a nightclub with Blaine playing behind him, and Sebastian just listens.
It's a chance for a fresh start thousands of miles away from home in a land of opportunity, and even though there is the always the definite possibility that they'll be stateless and hungry when their meager savings give out, Blaine couldn't possibly be happier.
"When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there-And the time will come when you see, we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
A/N: Thank you all so much for all the love this story got. :) I honestly wasn't expecting it. I hope you guys enjoyed it! And as always, reviews are greatly appreciated.