A/N: Chapter 2! I promised myself it would go up today, so here it is! Please read and review! I still don't own Glee or the guys or anything. It's really kind of sad.
Kurt hesitantly knocked on Blaine's door about 10 minutes after they parted ways in the library. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt wondering if he'd dressed too far down. He had run down to his room, which was on the same floor as Blaine's but was down a different corridor. He'd thrown his books down on the bed and stood in front of his closet a good 8 minutes before finally selecting a pair of straight-leg sweatpants from Abercrombie which were the nicest ones he had. They were dark grey with white stripes down the legs and were very comfy without being too "sweat-pant-y". He'd picked out a black t-shirt that was fitted and very soft that clung to his chest in just the right way.
Kurt wasn't quite sure what was going to happen when he got to Blaine's room but he wanted to look nice because he really, really, really liked Blaine. As in LIKED Blaine. Although he was sure that Blaine only thought of him as a friend, maybe a best friend, but still just a friend. That was a depressing thought but, it was obvious that if he did think of Kurt differently he would have at least touched him in the past 4 weeks and 3 days. Kurt was hoping that he looked casual but classy enough as he knocked.
Blaine opened the door a few seconds after Kurt knocked and tried not to look like he had been standing right on the other side waiting. "Hey, come on in" Blaine said as he stepped back to give Kurt room to enter. Seeing the nervousness on his face, Blaine reached out his hand and put it on Kurt's shoulder as he walked into the room.
Blaine had run back to his room nearly as fast as Kurt did to his, knowing that it was a mess. He'd thrown everything he could into the hamper and some stuff under his bed. He's also managed to straighten the covers on his bed which had been in total disarray. Blaine wasn't the tidiest of the boys living in the Dalton dorms, but he didn't want Kurt thinking he was a complete slob. His books were now neatly stacked on his desk and there was a small table pulled up to the foot of the twin bed with his laptop set up on it. Most of the clothes had been hidden away, but the room still had enough of a lived in feel to it that made it much more comfortable than it would have been otherwise.
Blaine had also managed to change out of his uniform and free his curls from their gelled confinement in the few minutes he had before Kurt got to his room. He'd pulled on a pair of Dalton issue blue sweatpants that had been cut off at the knee and a fitted very light grey t-shirt with a v-neck. He couldn't help but think how great Kurt looked as he passed Blaine on his way into his room. He always appeared put together, even in sweatpants. Although, Blaine noted to himself, those weren't exactly cheap sweatpants.
Kurt had paused just inside the dorm room door as Blaine pushed it shut. "So, um, what's your idea, Blaine?" inquired Kurt quietly. His eyes were still slightly rimmed with red from his recent crying in the library and his voice showed his hesitation. He continued to fidget with his shirt hem in an effort not to really look at Blaine's eyes. Even though he and Blaine had been good friends for several months now, Kurt was still sometimes unsure of how to behave around him. Blaine was so self-assured and confident all the time, it seemed. Kurt had a lot of the self-confidence he had possessed before knocked out of him while still at McKinley. He had begun to recover some of it, his sassiness returning bit by bit, but being around Blaine reminded him of how far he had yet to come.
Blaine cleared his throat in an effort to recover himself from staring at the perfect way Kurt filled out his shirt. "Well, since you told me that you've been missing hanging out with your friends and family and being close physically, I thought you might like to hang out with me and watch a movie with me while I give you a back rub. I'm . . . um . . . kinda famous for them," explained Blaine, a bit hesitant himself. "I know it's not the same as a slumber party with your girls, but I can at least try to be a bit of a substitute."
Kurt bit back what would have been a huge grin as his heart swelled with happiness. Sure he and Blaine had hung out before, but it was nearly always in a common room of Dalton. They'd watched movies together, but it was always in the recreation room in the basement and they'd always ended up curled up on separate couches with their heads near each other so they could talk. He'd never been invited into Blaine's own room, on Blaine's own bed to watch a movie with him. It was so intimate and it made Kurt shiver a little with the anticipation.
Blaine was watching Kurt carefully for a reaction. He really wanted to make his friend (his best, non-romantic friend he kept reminding himself) feel better. "I think it could even help you relax for the test tomorrow. I mean if you'll let me, you don't have to." Blaine backpedaled as Kurt hadn't said anything yet.
The blue-eyed boy lifted his chin so his gaze met Blaine's for the first time since he got in the room and a half smile crossed his lips. "No - that sounds great, Blaine, should we watch?"
"You go ahead and pick, I love everything I have here so since it's your night you pick. My DVDs are all over under my desk on that shelf," directed Blaine.
Kurt practically bounced with happiness over to Blaine's desk to look at the selection available. He was hoping for something lighthearted and romantic, but not overly so because he didn't want to scare Blaine off or make the evening awkward. Kurt bent over to get a better look, unknowingly giving Blaine a perfect view of his ass. This did not go unnoticed by Blaine, who swallowed hard and had to turn around and think of dead kittens in order to not have an embarrassing problem when Kurt finally turned around.
Blaine had quite a variety of films to choose from, but Kurt was able to dismiss some choices right way – there was no way he was going to watch a horror movie or anything too graphic. He finally settled on Beauty and the Beast because he knew how much Blaine loved Disney movies and it was cute but still romantic. "How about this one?" Kurt asked, turning around with the dvd in his hand to show Blaine his selection.
Blaine had sat down on the edge of his twin bed while Kurt was picking a movie and had his legs crossed casually at the ankle. Kurt thought he was probably the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. He pretty much oozed sex appeal even when he wasn't trying to. Kurt swallowed hard himself, hoping it wasn't obvious and he really hoped he'd be able to control himself during the movie.
"It's perfect – I LOVE that movie!" Blaine exclaimed, his voice rising with excitement, "I love Chip and Mrs. Potts and the songs are just amazing!" he was practically bouncing on the bed in excitement.
"I'm glad – it's one of my very favorites too," said Kurt as he handed the case over to Blaine. The dark haired boy quickly put the dvd into his laptop and adjusted the settings so the DVD would start on its own.
"Hey come here," Blaine said to Kurt since he was still standing awkwardly by Blaine's desk. "Sit down on the bed in front of me." Blaine rubbed the quilt on his bed in front of himself. He had now turned so he was sitting Indian style, facing the computer which was blaring the intro to every Disney movie ever made. Kurt slowly made his way to sit down in front of Blaine.
"Are you going to be able to see over me if I sit here?" Kurt inquired, not at all intending a dig at Blaine's height, but causing Blaine to jab him in the ribs anyway.
"Hey – just cause I'm hobbit-sized doesn't mean that I can't see over you! I'll just have to sit on a pillow or two. Plus I've seen this like a million times and I'm going to be concentrating on you anyway."
"Oh," Kurt whispered. He wasn't quite sure about Blaine concentrating him alone. It seemed kind weird, especially after his 4 weeks and 3 days of no contact. He flinched when he first felt Blaine reach forward for his hips.
"I won't bite, I promise. And that rib jab was a one-time punishment for the short joke." Blaine said in a low tone Kurt could barely hear over the entrance music. "Just relax, I can tell you really need this." Blaine used his hands on Kurt's hips to slowly slide him back on the bed towards him and nestle him in between Blaine's knees so he had easy access to his whole back. "There, that's better – just enjoy the movie and relax. Let me know if you need more pressure or less, ok?"
Kurt chanced a glance back at Blaine, as he said, "Ok" almost so quietly that Blaine couldn't hear him. Blaine met his eyes and gave him a little smile of reassurance. He always seemed to be able to see right into Kurt's heart and expose his soul when Kurt would let him in. He was reluctant to give Blaine that access after how open he had been with him just half an hour earlier. He was still feeling a bit foolish for being upset about his problem. It would be so much easier to just make up and excuse and leave, but in that look that Blaine gave him, he did get some encouragement that he was ok there. And now that he thought about it, he was feeling better because of the one arm hug he'd gotten from Blaine.
Blaine waited until Kurt turned back to the movie on the screen in front of him and handed Kurt a pillow. "Put this in your lap and curl around it. It will open up your back for me and help relieve your stress." Kurt did as he was asked without taking his eyes from the screen. He sighed and waited to see what Blaine was going to do.
And then he felt it, the ghosting of Blaine's warm hands rubbing up and down his back, getting him used to his touch. Blaine's hands felt almost hot on Kurt's back, but still firm and gentle as they started to knead into his shoulders. His fingertips found the small knots hiding between his clavicles and shoulder blades and Blaine took his time working them out. After a while, Kurt began to lose himself into the calming atmosphere of the movie and Blaine's hands. When he had arrived, Kurt hadn't realized it, but Blaine's overhead light was already off and the room was just lit by his bedside lamp and the lamp on his desk. It added to the relaxing feeling in the room and Kurt was starting to forget himself as he reveled in the feeling of being touched again, cared for and the comfort he found in the familiar movie.
Blaine started to move further down his back, passed Kurt's shoulder blades and really work into his spine. As Blaine's knuckles moved against his skin, Kurt involuntarily let out a low moan which he desperately hoped Blaine hadn't heard. It felt so good he almost couldn't stand it. He was grateful for the pillow in his lap because otherwise Blaine might notice that he was loosening him up in other ways as well.
Blaine smirked at the sound he heard leave Kurt's mouth. He knew he was good at back rubs and that's why he had suggested one for Kurt when the boy had explained his problem. It gave him the opportunity to show Kurt that someone at Dalton did care about him, gave him the comforting touch that he needed and it gave Blaine a great excuse to get Kurt in his room, relaxed and hanging out just the two of them. "Feels good?" Blaine inquired at a whisper after he heard Kurt's moan. Kurt blushed as he felt Blaine's breath by his ear. It tickled and the heat from it went straight to his pants – again he was happy about the lap pillow.
"Oh G-God yes, Blaine," Kurt managed to stutter out. "You're amazing." Blaine grinned at his ability to somehow make Kurt loose his tightly held mask just by massaging his back. They seemed to start to move together, rocking just a little as Blaine's hands worked over Kurt's slightly curved spine. Kurt couldn't stop the little moans that escaped his lips whenever Blaine found an especially good spot. He moved slowly down Kurt's spine and then outward, making sure release any tension Kurt was holding near his ribs as well. Kurt's head had dropped to the pillow and he was no longer watching the movie, just sitting propped up enjoying the feeling of Blaine's warm talented hands on his back.
By the time Belle was invited to "Be Our Guest," Blaine wasn't even sure that Kurt was still awake and he mustered up enough courage to move his hands down to Kurt's hip bones and massage there as well. Blaine couldn't help but think about everything else he would like to massage on the beautiful boy in front of him, but for tonight, this was enough. Making Kurt feel, was enough.
Once Blaine had worked out ever knot he could find and had continued to massage Kurt's back for another good twenty minutes, he was sure the boy in front of him was fast asleep. Blaine knew that if Kurt didn't get back to his room and the dorm supervisors chose to do a random check that night they would be in trouble, but he couldn't bear to let Kurt leave and go back to his single room alone. He had told and shown Blaine tonight how hungry he was for another person's touch, even if it was just friendly. So Blaine carefully crept of the bed and turned off his desk lamp. He grabbed an extra afghan he had for nights that got cold and climbed carefully back on the bed. He settled himself at Kurt's back and straddled his sleeping form. Blaine figured it was the most similar position they had been in earlier, wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders and gently tipped him back onto his chest. He flung the blanket around them both and made sure to cover Kurt down to his toes. Immediately upon feeling Blaine's chest on his back, Kurt turned a bit and cuddled into him, pulling him close and allowing Blaine to move enough to become a big spoon.
He cradled Kurt's head on his chest and pulled him close, making sure the boy was still fast asleep. Kurt's eyelashes splayed on milky white high cheek bones that looked beautiful in the low light from the one remaining lamp that Blaine had purposefully left on in case Kurt woke up. Blaine couldn't resist and leaned in to press a light kiss to Kurt's temple. "Sweet dreams, Kurt," he whispered and he felt Kurt's breath ghosting over his slightly exposed collar bone. As Blaine drifted off, he hummed along to the strains of "Beauty and the Beast."
A/N I hope you enjoyed! Review if you like! Smutty times should begin in the next chapter or two. Still getting into this FF writing thing, so if you have any words of suggestion, I'd be happy to hear them!