Alright. Let's get Kurt all healed up, reveal his new voice, see what's going on. Is there anyone else who HAS to listen to "Being Alive" everyday and watch the video clip? Seeing him belt out that last note and the angles of his jaw and neck are just gorgeous. *sigh* It gives me chills to the bones.
Last time on "Love Me Not":
After his parents were asleep, Kurt texted Blaine.
K: Hi boyfriend! We are boyfriends now, right? Are you awake? It happened again!
Blaine texted right back.
B: Hi yourself boyfriend. :) I'm awake. Doing homework. What happened this time? You were supposed to be safe in your room.
K: We ordered a late dinner and I had to test it in front of my parents and merely asked to add a couple things to the order. The guy offered to take me out and when Dad got pissed, he begged to keep serving me. Sooo creepy. I spilled it all to my parents. I may need a bodyguard.
B: That's what boyfriends are for, babe.
K: Babe, huh?
B: Yeah, I think you're a babe, so I may as well say it to your face. lol
K: Hmm, what shall I call you? I have it! You are 'holy shit'.
B: WHAT?
K: Well, when we were making out, I felt 'you' against me and that was my first thought. Holy shit!
B: I can't decide if I'm going to blush or beat my chest like King Kong. :)
K: I have it. You are now 'Gorgeous'. I have spoken.
B: Well, if you have spoken, then some pour soul is in serious trouble!
K: I wonder what happened to all those guys after we left.
B: I don't know, babe. But I'm going to suggest you get some sleep. If you are now my boyfriend and going to be home alone in your single dorm tomorrow, I will require some heavy making out. You need to be rested.
K: I just got the most delicious tingle through my body.
B: Good! Oh and I highly suggest you don't talk around anyone on campus unless it's me or family. We seem to be immune to you. Now go to sleep.
K: Fine. xoxoxoxox
B: Sleep well. xoxoxoxox :P
K: Did you just slip me the tongue over a text.
B: Maybe.
K: ROFL See you tomorrow Gorgeous
B: Right back at you, Babe.
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The next day Kurt made sure to only speak around his parents. They drove him back to his dorm, Carole going shopping to refresh his small refrigerator. Blaine planned to visit once they got him settled in. Kurt was going to try using his full voice that evening. He was nervous. Already, just from his whispers, he could tell his voice was much higher than it was before. Now, not only would be feminine faced, he would have a feminine voice. Exactly what he wanted. He may as well have a sign on his back that says "Please beat me up, I'm a girly gay" and wear skirts.
He did feel better being back in his familiar dorm room. He took a long hot shower and went through his entire moisturizing routine before returning to his entire family, including Blaine, squished into his tiny room.
"Did you enjoy your shower?" Burt asked, a bit sardonically. He was eager to get back to Washington, his work load was piling up.
Kurt nodded. "All I need right now is a coffee and I'll be good to go," he said out loud.
Everyone froze, hearing his voice. It was higher pitched, soft and sweet. "What the hell?" Kurt cursed. "Why do I have to sound like a girl?"
"You don't sound like a girl, Kurt," his dad said.
"Well, kinda," Finn said.
Blaine's eyes flared. "Watch it, Frankenteen," he growled. "Kurt, I think your voice sounds lovely."
Kurt saw the exchange and couldn't help but blush and look at Blaine with stars in his eyes.
"Finn Hudson, if I hear you insulting your brother – who, by the way, has been through hell the past few days – I will revoke your single room and lower your spending money to zero. Is that clear?" Carole said, getting in her son's face.
Finn's face turned bright red and he looked down. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry, Kurt."
"All I ask, Finn, is some compassion. I have to get used to sounding like this, something I'm going to have to deal with for the rest of my life," Kurt said, his voice breaking. "It's not like he doesn't have a point though. I dress like a girl, I shop like a girl, and now, I sound like a girl. Can you imagine the bullying that is going to happen now? It was bad before. Now, I can't even imagine," Kurt said, a tear escaping his eye.
Blaine went and put his arm around Kurt. "I'll be here for you, Kurt."
Burt glared at Finn before turning to Kurt. "Kurt, you are a Hummel and we don't take crap from nobody, you know that. But if it gets unbearable, we will transfer you or do whatever it takes to have you safe and happy."
He took Kurt in his arms and rubbed his back gruffly. "You are stronger than you know, son," he told him.
"Thank you, Dad," Kurt sniffed. Life always seemed better from his dad's arms. No matter how old he was.
They began the goodbye process and within forty five minutes, the room was empty except for Kurt and Blaine.
"How are you feeling, babe?" Blaine asked, coming and sitting next to him on the bed. Taking his hand, he rubbed it on his cheek.
"Overwhelmed," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his head into Blaine's hand. "I hate this voice, Blaine. What am I going to do? Why couldn't they just leave the tumor in there until they figured out it was benign? Then I would still sound like a man, at least."
"Baby, you don't have to whisper around me. I like your new voice," Blaine said.
"Why? I sound like a woman? Yeah, I got on Finn for agreeing, but that's just because I can. I can't stand it. And what the hell is with the whole attracting guys thing? Is it because I sound like a woman?" Kurt wondered.
Blaine thought for a moment. "I like your voice because it's sweet and gentle, just like you. I'm also very sure that when you get pissed, you'll be able to sound like your old self. Why don't we head down to the café and we can do a little test now that your voice is healed properly. See if we can tell what is going on. What do you think?"
Kurt nodded after a moment. Then he smiled so big, Blaine couldn't help but smile back. "What is it?"
Kurt blushed. "It's kind of our first date as a couple," he said quietly.
Blaine grinned. "Ah, you're right. Would you like to go somewhere else instead? That little Italian restaurant maybe?"
A dreamy look came on Kurt's face. "Can we save that for a happier time? The café will do for now. If it doesn't go well, we'll have a quick escape back up here. You'll be there, right Blaine?" The dreamy look turned into fear.
Blaine cupped Kurt's chin and turned it to look into his eyes. "I will be by your side the entire time. As soon as you feel uncomfortable or want to leave then we are out of there. I will also beat up anyone who gets out of hand," he said, his eyes hard.
"That look on your face is really hot. You are my hero," Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine. "And at least with this freaky ass voice of mine, I can still kiss you," he said and slanted his mouth against Blaine's.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, claiming his mouth with his tongue. He wrapped his hand in Kurt's hair and pulled his head closer if possible. Kurt groaned, the higher pitch sending electric shocks through Blaine's body.
"Do it again," Blaine muttered.
"Do what?" Kurt asked.
"Groan, that high pitched sound," Blaine begged, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's sides. He leaned in to encourage him, nuzzling his neck.
Kurt moaned loudly and Blaine groaned in return, the sound of his voice turning him on.
Blaine stood and pulled Kurt to him, sucking at the base of his neck, taking in each sound Kurt gave off. His pants got tighter and tighter.
Blaine pulled back, stopping all contact.
Kurt looked at him with a small whimper. "Baby," he said, reaching out to him.
Blaine looked at him, his golden eyes on fire. "Look at me, Kurt. Feel me," he said, taking Kurt's hand and together they palmed his throbbing erection. "Your voice does this to me. Those little moans and groans make me hard. I want to lay you down and have my way with you, with you whispering in my ear. I could be inside you listening to you mewl and cry out as I moved and stroked your prostate until you screamed. Oh, baby, I want to hear you scream my name. This is all from your new voice. I want to be with you, Kurt," Blaine said, breathing against Kurt's neck. Kurt, meanwhile, was whimpering and still working his hand against Blaine's erection.
"I want you, too, Blaine," Kurt moaned. "Please," he begged. Then he stopped, taking his hand off Blaine's cock. "I think we should go get coffee."
Kurt's complete reversal had Blaine confused. "What's wrong, babe? Did I do something to make you feel uncomfortable?"
"No," Kurt said, blushing and turning away.
"What is it, Kurt? We just started this relationship and we need to be honest with each other. If we don't we will fail as a couple. I wanted to make sure you knew that your new voice turns me on. Now you shut down on me and I don't understand. Can you tell me?"
"I don't know what I'm doing," Kurt blew, plopping himself on the bed.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, walking over to the bed and sitting beside Kurt. He rubbed his back, trying to ignore the soft curve of his back leading to his round ass.
"I'm a virgin," Kurt whispered, pulling his pillow over his head.
"That is not a bad thing, Kurt. It's wonderful that you have saved yourself for someone special. I wish I had. My experiences weren't all bad, but they weren't driven by emotion or caring," Blaine said, still rubbing his back. "Call me twisted but the thought of you being a virgin turns me on like crazy."
Kurt turned on the bed, looking up at Blaine. "Really?"
"Oh yes, really," Blaine assured him. "Being able to touch you for the first time, see you for the first time, oh my god, I want that so much. But it's up to you. When you are ready, of course. Damn it, it seems like I'm pressuring you. I'm sorry, you just surprised me. I figured someone as beautiful as you would have found someone by now."
Kurt turned over, looking at Blaine. "I've had plenty of crushes, but nobody has liked me before. Not until you. And the creepos at the bar. Nobody would ever want to touch me, much less be with me. Can we go get coffee now? I'm so embarrassed," he pleaded, his blue eyes shining into Blaine's honey eyes.
"Sure," Blaine said, holding his hand out to Kurt. Tugging a little hard until Kurt was in his arms, he wrapped his arms around him.
"I want to be with you, Kurt. All the way. Every way. I want to be your first. New voice, old voice, it doesn't matter," Blaine said, running his hand down to cup Kurt's round ass. "You are like a piece of perfection in this hideous world and I want you. Never doubt that." With that, Blaine sealed his mouth to Kurt's, thrusting his tongue inside, tasting every surface, sucking on his tongue. Cupping his ass with both hands, he ground himself against Kurt, letting him feel his now painful erection. When he realized his cock was rubbing against Kurt's hard cock, he let out a loud moan of satisfaction.
"That's right, baby," he crooned, leading Kurt's hips into a rhythm against each other.
Kurt couldn't understand the sensations that were running through him. He could feel Blaine's erection against his and it felt so good to rub against it. Blaine's hands holding his ass was overwhelming and made his blood boil.
"Blaine, Blaine, baby," he panted. "I'm gonna come." He sounded panicked.
"Good, that's what I want you to do. If you come, I will," Blaine promised. "Relax, baby, move with me."
Kurt paid attention and began moving with Blaine, their hips rotating together. Their moans filled the room and soon Kurt was panting and whining.
"Come for me, baby," Blaine encouraged, desperate for his own orgasm.
At his words, Kurt stiffened and groaned, grasping Blaine tightly as he came.
Blaine, seeing Kurt's reaction, immediately came, holding onto Kurt so neither of them fell.
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After cleaning up and recovering from his first real orgasm, Kurt was more than eager to go get coffee. They left the room, holding hands, then putting their arms around each other, then stopping and kissing. Finally reaching the café, Kurt ordered their coffee. The female clerk rang them up without a problem. The man preparing the coffee, however, couldn't take his eyes off Kurt. He had to start over several times because he was so caught up in Kurt. Finally, as the man was staring, Blaine kissed Kurt in a way where there was no mistake who he belonged to. The female clerk ended up making their coffee and gave their money back.
They went to a table and sat next to each other, sharing light touches and kisses as they drank their coffee. Blaine boldly asked if he could stay the night. Kurt agreed as long as they only slept. Blaine agreed, having just wanted to hold his boyfriend.
As they finished and went to walk out of the café, somebody grabbed Blaine and Kurt's hands.
"My friends! It has been so long! I see this time it is Kurt who is dealing with a problem. We'll be in touch, boys. First we are on the search for a taco for me and some chocolate for the big guy," a woman said. She was short with long salt and pepper hair. Her eyes were bright and friendly. The man with her was huge. Easily six foot five, slightly dark skinned, and bald.
"Um, who are you?" Blaine finally asked.
"Of course you wouldn't remember! I'm Moira and this is Ahmet. We're here to help you. Expect my call, my sweets.
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Anyone remember Moira and Ahmet? Kooky and a bit psychic. Sorry about the mid story porn. Blaine just got all horny and took over the story. hehehehe
