4

Swooning Todd

"Another one?" Kurt said, handing Blaine his coffee. Blaine nodded, eyes wide.

"Oh yeah," He said. "I-it was, um, spectacular." Kurt blushed.

"What was, um, this about?" He asked quietly, some part of him curious, another wondering what the hell was asking for. Blaine smiled meekly.

"It's so incredibly cliché," he chuckled, smiling meekly. "You've seen 'Brokeback Mountain,' right?" They blushed deeper.

"Please tell me you're joking," Kurt mumbled. Blaine shook his head.

"I know, it's awful," he assured. "But hey, you look really good in that whole cowboy motif."

"Where on earth did you see-? April Rhodes," he said, nodding. "We did 'Last Name.'" Blaine nodded, sighing. "Did you watch anything else that was…compromising?"

"Not that I know of," Blaine said. "I mean, I always think you're beautiful and that cheerleading uniform looked absolutely spectacular on you. But I saw… 'Get Happy,' and 'A House is not a Home' before I found 'Last Name.'" Kurt sighed, slightly relieved. Blaine frowned, hesitating for a moment before he spoke. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he nodded. Blaine scratched his neck, slightly uncomfortable.

"When you sang 'A House is not a Home,' um…Who were you singing to?"

Kurt blanched. He flushed a deep red, looking at the floor. "Do we have to talk about this now?" He mumbled. Blaine frowned, reaching across the table to lift his chin. He didn't speak, he simply looked at him.

"Um…" He looked away briefly. "Last year and the year before, before I met you, before my dad and Carole got married, I had a really big crush on Finn." He wasn't sure how he would react or what he expected him to do. He didn't expect the warm, understanding smile he gave him.

"Okay," he said breezily. Kurt licked his lips.

"It was really stupid," he spat. "But when you're really lonely…"

Blaine took his hand, bringing it to his lips, still smiling at him. "It's okay," he assured. Kurt smiled back, blinking away tears. "Let's go practice, okay?"

His chest moved rapidly, hands clutching the armrests of the chair. I walked around him, smirking, holding the razor aloft, swaying it lazily in my hand.

"Everyone dies, deary," I smiled.

"Then just do it already!" He snapped.

"Oh, I'm going to take my time with you."

He looked at me, hesitating before he spoke. "What if I don't want that, Mr. Hummel?" He choked. I came up behind him, pressing the blade against his throat. I could smell the soft sweat on his skin, the faintest cologne on his neck. I grinned. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing under the sharpened edge. My lips were beside his ear and he shivered as I spoke.

"Then what is it you want?" I whispered, allowing my lips to gently brush his lobe..

"What if I want…" he looked at me wit large, caramel eyes, wanting. I smirked. His waistcoat strained under the deep, rapid breaths he was taking, his shirt still open from the shave he'd gotten minutes ago, leaving his neck and chin perfectly smooth. I pressed the blade close to his neck, feeling satisfied when he gasped and shut his eyes.

I leaned down further, kissing his neck, soft and gentle. Until I opened my mouth. I bit down on his supple skin, tasting him. His breath hitched and he moaned, arching up into my mouth. I bit again, right on his tendon. He bit his lip, hard, nails digging into the leather beneath his fingers.

I sucked on a spot at the base of his neck, letting my tongue venture to the newly sensitized skin.

"Huh-OH!" He yelped, tilting his head to give me better access. I took advantage of the position, sucking at his pulse, biting hard enough to leave a bruise. He was whimpering and moaning happily, wanting these touches.

I turned the razor over, pointing the blade away from his skin and using the places I'd but and made mine, causing him to moan even louder. It simply toyed with his skin, nudging the sensitive nerves. His legs were spread, hot and trembling, a few curls sticking to his forehead, lips wet and parted, eyes closed and muscles taut.

"Mmm," I moaned, smirking and moving to the other side of his neck.

"Harder," he whimpered. I obliged, biting deeper and sucking harder. I stopped for a moment, tracing his lips with the blade.

With his eyes still closed, he opened his mouth, running his tongue along the smooth silver, looking directly in my eyes when he reached the tip. My eyes widened, blood surging through me.

I kissed his neck again, my tongue snaking in his ear and nibbling the lobe. He gasped harder, sweat glazing his body, breath rattling. I walked around the chair, putting myself in his lap.

"Uhn!" My thigh was rested on something hard and warm. I grinned. I moved my hips just a little, teasing him. He whimpered, leaning into my chest. I shoved him back, ripping his waistcoat open, kissing him hard. The buttons flew everywhere, bouncing off the hardwood. I caught his lower lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, my hands kneading his chest through his shirt. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled and glistening skin. I stared at his naked chest with hungry eyes.

"Huhn!" He gulped as my teeth went to his clavicle. I bit, sucked and lucked his collarbone, my hands squeezing and clawing his hips.

He was gasping and shivering, his hands venturing to my back for something to hang on to.

"Please," he choked. My lips trailed down his chest to a sensitive bud I'd been playing with for the past few minutes. He yelped, arcing from the chair and into me, heart thundering under my hand.

"Yes!" He pleaded. I allowed my tongue to explore him, causing his muscles to tighten, a small scream to pass his lips and the desperate appendage under my leg to become even harder.

I was unbuttoning his pants as I worked, hearing him whine in his throat, begging for attention.

"All good things come to those who wait," I said. He stared at me with wide eyes. He was ready; in fact he'd been ready for me. I put my hands on his chest. "Take it off," I commanded. He obliged, hastily undoing the buttons on my vest and shirt. I tossed them away, allowing him to touch me. His hands were soft and gentle. I liked the way they felt. His hands slid down my back to the curvature of my-

"Mmn!" I moaned as he squeezed. He leaned against my chest with his sweaty face, still kneading and touching. He moved to dip his hands in my pants. I stopped him, grabbing his wrists with a snap. I shook my head. "Mustn't touch without permission, love. I think I'll have to punish you for that." He didn't look fearful, he looked excited. I grinned. Such a good boy.

I got out of his lap and onto my knees, picking up the razor from the floor. I gripped the waistband of his trousers, pulling them down. He kicked his shoes off, gasping. He was left completely naked in this chair, slightly leaned back.

"Oh…" he gasped as I started to kiss the inside of his thighs. I slid my tongue over his creamy skin, tasting his sweat, tasking him in mewling licks. He screamed when I bit him, hitting a nerve just right. His legs shook hard, back arcing. God, how he wanted this. I kissed closer and closer to where he wanted me. "Yes," he whimpered. "Yes, please."

A choked, high-pitched yelp left his throat when my tongue met his arousal. I went slowly from base to tip, wrapping my lips around him once I did.

He bucked into my, screaming my name.

"Kurt! Oh, Kurt, YES! KURT!" Something was jostling me. "Kurt!"

I jumped awake, looking up at Blaine, who was smiling amusedly. "Hey there, sleepyhead."

I sat up, looking around the noisy classroom. I'd fallen asleep in class and I…OH GOD! "Why'd you let me sleep?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

Blaine was still smiling, colored pencil in hand. "I finished the project on my own. You'd done over half anyway, and I figured if you were that tired then you needed the sleep. It's no big deal. Besides," he reached out, touching my cheek and righting my hair. "you looked so cute sleeping."

"How Cullen-esque of you," I muttered. His smile grew. God, looking at him…

"You were giggling and mumbling, so I woke you," he said simply.

I blushed, laying my head in arms. He ducked down to look at me, batting those long lashes. "What were you dreaming about?"

I buried my face deeper, but I knew he could see how red my ears were.

"Oh no," he said, chortling. "No way, not here?" I nodded without looking up, hot tears in my eyes. "Hey," he lifted my chin.

Oh, I hated seeing him like this. He looked so embarrassed and, and almost humiliated. Poor thing. "Kurt, honey," I said, pained. I took his hand, squeezing. "Listen to me, there's nothing wrong with what you're feeling, or what you're thinking. It's normal." He glanced around the room at the people staring and whispering at us. I hadn't even noticed.

"I told you," he whispered, "those kind of things make me uncomfortable. I have no idea where this is coming from."

The bell rang and he stood, snatching up his bag. I grabbed his hand to stop him. He looked at me, still trying not to cry. I glanced around the room to be sure it was empty before I touched his cheek.

"It's okay, Kurt," I said softly. He took a deep breath.

"I-I feel like I've betrayed your morals. I feel like I've violated you, Blaine."

Oh my God. What in the hell did I do to deserve someone like this? Someone so pure, so innocent and admirable. I took his hand into a deeper embrace with mine, looking directly into those sparkling blue eyes.

"Kurt, I…you didn't do anything wrong. There's absolutely no reason to feel that way. I'm flattered, if anything," I tried to smile. He stared at the floor, biting his lip. I pulled him into my arms, holding him. "Maybe we should stay away from each other for awhile." It was agonizing to suggest, but if that's what he needed…

"No!" He said, a tear finally breaking away from those big gorgeous eyes. God, I'll never get over them, not ever. "No, no," he shook his head, voice shaking. "I won't let us be like the rest of the couples around here and do that 'on again, off again' crap." I continued to hold him, kissing his cheek and smoothing his hair.

"You wanna go get coffee?" I asked, trying to make him smile. It worked.

"I'd love to," he sniffed. "But I have ballet 'til five."

"I'm taking you to dinner afterward, then," I said firmly. He smiled at me, blushing.

"Okay," he said softly.

"Do…" I hesitated, looking at him curiously. "Do you mind if I go with you?" He cocked his head, smirking.

"And why would you want to do that?" He asked.

"Curiosity," I shrugged.

"Alright," he agreed. "But you'll be so bored."

I smiled. "I doubt that." I held his cheek, slowly leaning forward to kiss him deeply. He gave his usual tiny gasp, melting against me. I held him up, loving how amazing he felt, how he smelled.

"Boys, that's enough," Ms. Pillsbury said from the door. Kurt turned maroon.

"I apologize, Ms. Pillsbury," I said, smiling meekly. She nodded, smiling a little, and left.

I turned back to the equally embarrassed boy in front of me.

"Let's go, darling."

Thank you," he muttered, pecking my cheek.

"For what?" I asked. He smiled.

"For being you."