There'll be new charcters that you all know very well in this one!
WARNING: There will be mature content at the end. This is not sweet love making, but literally fucking. I didn't know if I wanted to add this part, because their sexual life is very new and this kind of sex arrived maybe too fast as Kurt never had a sex life before, but it needs to be done because it has a major role in the plotline. If you don't like such content, don't read the end of the chapter. But for the rest of you, enjoy!
-XX-
After the confrontation with his brothers, Blaine made his way to his room and began packing his things, radiating with rage. Hitting Kurt was the last straw, even if Christian said the punch was for him. Like Maggie said, it's still no excuse for wanting to hit your own brother. How can he loved and admired his brothers for such a long time? Santana was right all along. They were self-centered ass-holes and if he didn't wake up from this madness, he could've been like them. Just the thought repulsed him and he was glad, at the end of the day, to be the better man.
''Blaine,'' a cold voice was heard from the doorway and Blaine knew who it was instantly, but didn't turn around to acknowledge him, still packing his things as fast as he could. ''Look at me when I'm talking to you''
''Why should I? You're not my father, so I don't have to listen to you,'' Blaine replied, but turned anyways. He was done with him and with this mad family.
''So you know,'' Charles said, but it didn't seem to faze him. ''Where are you going?'' he asked.
''Away from you,'' Blaine said harshly.
''This immaturity, always running away from your problems must come from your father, then,'' he sneered with rage. His face was blank; it always was. How can a man be so cold to the touch, so unfazed by everything that goes around him?
''How can you be so cruel to me?'' Blaine asked bluntly.
''Quit being the drama queen,'' Charles huffed. ''So you're leaving,'' he said again, entered the room. Blaine nodded curtly, refusing to show him the pain he afflicted to him.
''Santana offered to Kurt and I to stay at her loft.'' He said. It was Charles' turn to nod and said nothing; not even an explanation as to why or how they came to be like this. How Charles could say those remarks towards Blaine's real father. Did he never love Blaine like his own? But when he looked back, he realized that he never got threated like his siblings. They had Charles' support in everything they did, He encouraged them to go to school and for Beatrice to pursue a career in fashion, he always had a warm and gentle touch with them, while with Blaine, he was always cold or distant and it just got worse when Blaine acted badly in public. He wanted answers.
''Before I leave,'' Blaine said quietly in the doorway, ''I want to know if you ever loved me like a father should love a son, or I was a stranger to you.''
''There was a time that yes, I did,'' Charles said coldly. ''But then, you grew older and you looked more and more like your own father and I began to detached myself from you,'' Blaine didn't want to show his sadness, but his voice broke anyways.
''Can-can I know what happened?'' Charles snorted, his coldness still there, in his brown eyes.
''Your mother was a slut, that's what happened.'' Blaine frowned at that and his sadness was replaced by anger, but he stayed still. He wanted to know the truth; it was now or never, even though it could hurt him in the end. ''We were a happy family. Maggie had everything she ever desired. Money, luxury… I gave everything to her and yet, me or her kids wasn't enough anymore. She wanted more. She decided to go to Italy alone for a vacation,'' he said with venom in his voice. ''There, she met Giorgio Valente. He's from Florence. You got Italian in you,'' he remarked with a disgusted smile that Blaine could tell was hatred towards him or his biological father. ''So he banged her, and next thing she knows, she's pregnant.''
''But you forgave her,'' he said in a whisper.
''Of course, she was my wife,'' he retorted haughtily. ''It wasn't time for a divorce and I had to preserve my reputation. She literally begged me to take her back, even though I told her to get an abortion, but she refused. That woman… she never listens to a word I have to say!'' he said angrily and clearly annoyed. ''We kept it a secret; Maggie didn't want to pass as a slut and if it came out, it'll ruin what I spent my life to build. But you were so different from your siblings! Skin too tan, black curls, amber eyes… if only you could've looked like your mom, but no! You had to look like that Italian-scum!'' He yelled, throwing his arms in the air. His face now expressed an agitation that Blaine never seen before. ''I always hated that guy. Maggie always came back to him, always!'' he walked straight to Blaine and looked at him in the eye. Blaine could smell the whiskey in his breath. ''You're only a bastard to me, Blaine. A pregnancy not wanted,'' Blaine gulped and took a few steps back; at least, he had his answers.
''What do you mean ''she always came back to him? What…''
''Talk to the whore for that.'' Blaine frowned.
''I can't believe you,'' Blaine said coolly. ''I know what you do in your free time. You're not a saint either. You sleep with different women, too!'' he said loudly and Charles slapped him hard.
''But yet, I'm not the one to get them pregnant, Blaine. I don't know who told you that, but you better keep it for you.'' Blaine touched his flaming cheek and glared at his once called father and left the room with his belongings. ''One last thing,'' he said. Blaine stopped walking, but didn't turn around. ''I'm still your paternal figure, so I'm still a part of your life; therefore, you have to give me some respect,''
''You don't deserve it. And you don't owe me; I'm my own person and I'm free.'' Charles snorted.
''Now you talk like your god-damn father. Giorgio was a free-spirited, too. Whoring himself like you.'' He scoffed. ''He's probably sleeping in the street, or in a warm bed beside his next prostitute, alcohol stinking his breath.''
Blaine didn't reply, he just left, leaving the man he despised for all these years behind like he often wished before, but he didn't feel better.
-X-
''Okay, so… what do you think? It's gonna be awesome for the wedding, don't you think?'' Kurt asked as he stepped into the bedroom, wearing a black tuxedo with a light blue tie.
''You're beautiful, as always,'' Blaine said softly from the bed, but Kurt could see he was elsewhere. He knew all about his confrontation with his father earlier, but Blaine refused to talk about it.
''Okay, I know exactly how to distract you,'' Kurt said as he climbed unto the bed and straddled Blaine. The latter chuckled and gripped Kurt's hips.
''Not that I don't want to, but…''
''But you worry too much. Charles is an ass-hole for everything he ever did to you. And don't believe a word about what he said about your biological father, okay?'' he said seriously. Blaine merely nodded; he was right. He shouldn't lament on a man who didn't deserve his sadness. ''The best thing to do, if you have any question, is to talk to Maggie.'' Blaine nodded again.
''Okay. I promise… but not right now. The wedding is soon, we promised my mom I'll be there for her and for my future sister in law.''
''Whom I can't wait to meet!'' Kurt said excitingly. He only heard good things about her. She wasn't in any magazine as Patrick wanted to keep his private life (just like his whores) on the down low. From what people said, she was pretty with blonde hair and athletic. Patrick and her met at Yale and she was quite nice and pretty hot if Santana said so herself.
''… so we have enough on our plates.'' He said, smiling as Kurt was still on his lap. ''I think the blue tie brings out the color of your eyes,'' Blaine said, trying to change the subject and it was enough to let Kurt talked about fashion trend and how when you have blue eyes, you MUST wear something blue if you wanted your eyes to pop out. He was adorable when he was talking about something he was passionate about, Blaine thought.
''You know… I know a way to forget the bad last days for a while…'' Kurt said, blushing. They didn't do it since last night, but Kurt sure began to have a liking to it.
''I've always dreamed of having sex with a tux boy,'' Blaine said teasingly and pulled on his tie to bring him closer, kissing his full lips.
''Shut up,'' Kurt said with a laugh. Soon enough, clothes were discarded, you could barely see two shapes moving in unison between the sheets and the quiet moans and the desperate cries for release.
The next morning, their naked bodies were bathing in the warm sun of August. Blaine stirred first and looked at his right to see Kurt still sleeping. The sheets only covered their bottoms and Blaine pulled up the sheets to fully cover his boyfriend. He stirred, but didn't wake up.
''Bl… wow! It rinks of sex in here,'' Santana remarked as she stepped into the bedroom.
''Shh!'' Blaine said with a glare in her direction. Santana put up her hands in the air in surrender.
''Okay okay, fancy pants.'' She whispered mockingly. ''You want some pancakes?'' she asked with her normal voice, but not too loud. Blaine nodded and smiled at her as Kurt began to wake up, his eyelids still heavy with sleep.
-X-
''So, Kurt finally gave you his V-card, hein?'' Santana asked as Blaine stepped into the kitchen, shirtless. He rolled his eyes at her bluntness. She was mixing the bather and added a pinch of cinnamon into the mix. ''So, was it good?'' she asked, surprisingly interested in his sex life. But then again, he shouldn't be surprised because she was the one he told her all about the sex and even the positions, or if the guy was good enough or really bad. But with Kurt, it felt different. He didn't want to share it with the world; he wanted to keep it with them like a secret too sacred to be heard by anybody. But he supposed he could divulge some things to his best friend.
''The first night we did it, it was the best night of my life.''
''Wow,'' Santana retorted. ''You sure fell hard for the boy.''
''It wasn't just sex like the other guys, Santana.'' He said, taking an apple from a plate in the middle of the kitchen table. ''It was special and so good. I didn't know sex with the person you love was way more fun than just with a random guy,'' he said as he looked at his reflection mirrored on the fruit, deep in thoughts. Santana rolled her eyes at that.
''I'm just surprised you wait that long, though. Coming from you, I'd expect you to have sex with Kurt in the first week; even though I'd probably break your arms and cut off your cock if you did that,'' she said. ''Like I always said, Kurt isn't a…''
''Play toy, I know. And he never was one to me,'' he said sincerely.
''Good, then.'' She began to do her pancakes.
''Where were you, last night?'' Blaine asked, because they was no way Santana didn't hear them.
''At a girl's house,'' She replied.
''A girl's house?'' he said, mocking her with a smile.
''Yeah. Name's Caroline and the sex was pretty good. Just what I needed with all the wedding stress. Do you know that Patrick wants a cake as tall as me? It just proved that he hates my guts,'' she signed. ''Asshole.''
''And that's why we're going to do the food together,'' Kurt said behind Blaine, wrapping his arms around his neck. Blaine hummed in contentment. ''Hey, you,'' he whispered, pecking Blaine on the lips.
''Good morning,'' he replied with a smile. Kurt sat next to Blaine, unto the boot at the kitchen island as Santana still prepared her pancakes. The smell of the cinnamon and vanilla and honey caught his attention.
''Is this your famous pancakes?'' Kurt asked with a bemused smile and Blaine looked at him strangely. Santana hummed in agreement, a little smile graced her features.
''I know you like her food, but knowing that… it's borderline creepy,'' Blaine joked. Kurt slapped him on the shoulder.
''It's not! It's just in her book that I've read like millions of times before, and I did them myself, so I'd know the smell of them everywhere.'' When Blaine wanted to reply, someone knocked at the door.
''I'll get that.'' Blaine said and got up to answer the door, still shirtless. Kurt could hear people talking, then a girl was talking loudly and Kurt opened his eyes as wide as possible. He recognized this voice very, very well.
''Rachel?'' he said in a whisper as he whipped around, just in time to see the brunette stepping inside the loft like she owned the place, a tall man fallowing awkwardly behind her and Blaine, curious, surprised and mildly amused, closed the march.
''Hey, who are you?'' Santana asked harshly. ''This is my loft; not a water mill. I don't remember inviting you in!''
''Rachel, Finn,'' Kurt said in a surprised voice. ''What a surprise,'' he said nervously, because seeing the angry scold Rachel was wearing was nothing but anger. ''What are you doing in Europe?'' he tried to ask, but to no level. Santana and Blaine looked at them curiously now. Rachel showed him an American magazine showing a picture of Kurt and Blaine, walking hand in hand on the street. Nothing too shocking, if it weren't Kurt Hummel on the cover, of the big title saying; 'Blaine Anderson, heir of multi-millionaire Charles Anderson, finally found a good match or is it another fling?'
''Five months. You disappear for five months, believing a doctor who was too stupid to mix two files together and in a last resort, without saying goodbye to your family, to your friends, to me, you flew into this big luxurious hotel and hide there for five months to do god knows what with Blaine Anderson! You quit your job, you dropped out of school! You didn't even call! Burt was worried sick, but then, Puck volunteered to bring your ass back home, but guess what? Mister said to Burt that he wanted to stay because you wouldn't fallow him back in New York? And now, because we knew that if we called you, it wouldn't do any good, we flew here and we searched everywhere for you in this god-damned hotel, until I spotted Puck-Puck doing the big life with two girls in a pool! And then, he told me that you were now staying with your new boyfriend? You never had a boyfriend, and now, suddenly, you had one? I didn't want to believe the magazines, but when I see it, god, Kurt!'' Rachel said in one long breath.
Santana forgot the pancakes, jaw slacked. That girl can talk fast, she thought. Kurt was now blushing furiously, not daring to look at his furious friend. Of course, he knew what she felt. He didn't want to hurt her or his family, with all of this, but everything was so new. He just wanted to live fully before he had to die, but then, when he learnt that he wasn't going to die, he was just full of joy and wanted to live fully because he just wanted to live. Plus, his relationship with Blaine, his family issues and the memorable activities and dates he had… it was so good to be true and, frankly, he didn't even think about New York, or his job or Rachel during this time.
He thought they were fine, because they knew he was okay and he was legally an adult, now. What did they except? To ask permission to go to the mall alone? Even though it was bigger than a mall…
''Blaine, Santana, this is my brother Finn, and his fiancée and friend, Rachel,'' he said at last, at a lost of words. There were an awkward silence where Rachel glared at Kurt, trying to guilt-trip him, and Kurt glared at Rachel, saying how much of a fool she made of herself and himself, in front of his boyfriend and friend.
''So,'' Finn said, looking around. ''Cool place.''
-X-
''Look, Rachel, I can book you a room. The best and biggest room in the hotel. With a beautiful view. No need to stay in that hotel downtown.'' Blaine said from his place at the table in the restaurant. ''No charge,'' he said with a charming smile. She eyed him critically, looking him up and down. Kurt never saw her like that; with a judgemental look with a severe frown. She was always, always, forward and liked to talk about herself, and because of her multiple arguments with Finn in high school, she had a tendency to just forgive and forget. So why did she had to be so hard on Kurt by ignoring him and looking at him like he was a stranger, when not so long ago, they were the best of friends?
Blaine tried to appear to be his charming, joyful self, because he knew that that girl and that boy were really important to Kurt and wanted to be appreciated by them, even though the circumstances he hoped to meet Kurt's friends and family were different.
''So, you're the infamous Blaine Anderson.'' Rachel said at last, breaking the silence. ''Like a male version of Paris Hilton, or is it Kim Kardashian?'' She mocked.
''Rachel,'' Kurt hissed, looking at her gravely. She ignored him.
''So what's the deal with Kurt? Sleep with him, then dump the poor American boy?'' she said mockingly over her hot coffee.
''Rachel, that's enough,'' Finn whispered to her and for once, the big boy had enough common sense to put a stop to this nonsense. Kurt was mortified. Santana was at the loft, preparing to go to work and luckily for her, she wasn't there to see this.
''Because I know what it is. I know all the dirty little gossips and your flirtatious ways…''
''Rachel, shut up,'' Kurt said coolly. ''Blaine is not like that anymore, so I'd appreciate it if you keep your insults for you! So you traveled to finally see me… so why are you so bitter? I know I hurt you, but I didn't except you to barge in Santana's loft and began to accuse me of awful stuff!'' he said on the edge of tears. ''For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong. I was alone in high school, even more so when you and Finn graduated and once I was in New York, I was still alone because you already had your life with your NYADA friends and parties and already got a part to be Fanny Brice in Funny girl. Now, I did this thing for myself, because I wanted to prove something for me and get as far away as possible from everything! My job sucked, my teachers sucked even more, not believing in me! And now, you want to drag me out of here? No, it doesn't work like that. You're my friend, Rachel, not my mother.''
He stood up and took Blaine's hand as he hurriedly stood up as well, their dishes all but forgetting.
''I was happy to see you anyways. I'd be glad if you chose to stay. Casablanca's is a life-time experience for people like us and Blaine, the man-whore you just called, kindly offered you a King Suite; but you can chose to go back to New York. But without me. Come on, Blaine.''
Once they were outside of the restaurant, Blaine stopped walking and engulfed Kurt in a bear hug.
''Are you alright?'' he asked worriedly.
''It's not the way I wanted you to meet my family,'' Kurt said with a sad smile. Blaine looked at him with a fond look.
''She'll come around. She's just protective about you and I understand her,'' he shrugged. ''She's like a big sister to you, right?''
''Yeah,'' Kurt acknowledge and yes, he was quite annoyed that their one year gap made all of the difference for Rachel, because really, he only saw one tiny year between them. ''It's annoying.''
''I think it's great. I wished I'd had a sister like that,'' he said and Kurt felt like an idiot; he didn't miss the longing look on Blaine's face. He knew how much Blaine wanted real, caring and loving siblings. He bumped his shoulder with his and said with a grin: ''If you want, when she'd come around, you can barrow mine.'' Blaine laughed, but he nodded anyways.
''Come on,'' Blaine said after a moment. ''I want to show you something,''
-X-
''Blaine, we shouldn't be here!'' he whispered and frowned at his boyfriend, but couldn't ignore the bubble of excitement in his belly by going someplace he wasn't allowed to.
''I can go if I want to,'' Blaine retorted by tugging Kurt's hand behind him, dragging a reluctant Kurt.
''Even Blaine Anderson has its limits,'' Kurt said. ''It's closed for a reason, you know? And if Charles found out we were here, he will be pissed. You even said that he told the staff members to report to him anything unusual,''
''I don't really listen to him, anyways,'' Blaine said in a monotone voice, not wanting to think about Charles. ''Now, stop whining!'' he said, his cheerful voice and carefree demeanor returning to him. The hallway was dark and Kurt tried hard to see where he was going, even though Blaine seemed to know the place by heart.
They arrived at two big doors and it squeaked when Blaine pushed it. Blaine turned the switch on to engulf the dark room in a clear light and Kurt gasped. It was a theater. Red velvet chairs were lining up and a big screen were between a large red curtain, falling down gracefully and it looked like an old 50' theater. This place could easily welcome 500 people.
Blaine liked to see Kurt's surprised face; it was worth it, but also, he didn't know why it took him such a long time before showing this place to him. The theater was now closed for several months now. It was a popular place and a good activity to have in this hotel, but Charles wanted to change the whole thing and instead of having a good place for family-bonding or a romantic date before going to go to bed, he decided he wanted a casino where the money is flowing, the extravaganza to its extreme. He banned this place until the renovations were due to proceed, leaving a perfect place for a Phantom of the Opera. Blaine actually liked going here as a kid and it was the only Casablanca's in the world having an actual theater, and now, Charles wanted to destroy this for his own pleasure.
He wasn't afraid to be there and he knew Christian sneaked here to smoke with his friends and Patrick and Danny always brought some girls there to sleep with. Just this summer, Patrick had three girls all at once. And they thought that nobody knew, but Blaine knew that the two brothers, Patrick and Danny, actually did a foursome with two girls two summers ago. What a bunch of things he had against them… Well, it was actually Santana who had all of the dirty secrets.
''Wow…'' Kurt murmured, looking around him.
''Wow indeed,'' Blaine said as he watched his boyfriend with a fond look. Wow indeed…
''I can't believe you have a theater in here!''
''Not for long. The old man wants to do a casino or something… it's sad, actually,'' he said, shrugging. Kurt turned around and took his hand.
''Well then, why don't we watch a movie before they destroy this beauty of art?'' Blaine nodded and they both sat in the middle of the theater. They looked so small in the vast place with red chairs and the big screen. Blaine decided to go and arranged the movie; it was an old Audrey Hepburn movie that was still in there and Kurt jumped with joy, knowing all the dialogues of Breakfast at Tiffany's.
-X-
''Audrey is amazing,'' Kurt gushed when the credits rolled out.
''She is,'' Blaine nodded ''but I prefer Grace.''
''She's great, too, but then, she ended up marrying a prince and she didn't do any movies afterward,'' Kurt huffed like he was outraged.
''You're cute when you're annoyed,'' Blaine said as he looked at Kurt's profile. His lip still had a small cut because of the punch but it was already healing. Blaine didn't know how it happened; one minute, he was telling Kurt he was cute, the next, the cute boy went to kiss him. It was slow and tender, and then it developed in something more strong and passionate. Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek to bring him closer and Blaine let him straggled him. Kurt giggled at the position, never been on someone on a chair before, except when he was five and it was his father's lap, but he didn't want to think about his dad in a moment like that; no, he refused.
''Does it hurt?'' Blaine asked as he gently touched Kurt's lip. He shook his head. ''No, it's fine, Blaine.''
''I hate Christian even more. Gush… He's going to regret even touching you, Kurt. I promise,'' Kurt shook his head again.
''Don't. You're just going to be like him. Listen to what you said to them; You're the bigger man. So be him.'' He looked at Blaine with a pleading look. Blaine signed.
''You're too kind, Kurt.''
''I just don't believe in violence,'' His breath stuttered when Kurt kissed his neck, then his collarbone. ''Kurt…'' he moaned. They were alone, in a closed place and the movie was finished, so what's the harm in it? He responded in kind as he began to suck Kurt's earlobe and gently bite his pale neck. The sounds Kurt made were delicious.
''I want you, Blaine. I… I want you to fuck me,'' he whispered hotly in his ear. Blaine gulped and looked up at Kurt who sat on him. They never fucked; Blaine fucked guys before, but it was the very first time that he ever made love to someone, and Kurt's first time and their second time were making love, but now, Kurt wanted to try something new? Blaine would have to return to his old habits. Not that he complained, but Kurt was just beginning to have a sex life, he wanted to make sure Kurt knew what he wanted.
''Are-Are you sure? I mean, you're new to it and…''
''Yeah.'' Kurt said but Blaine could see he was nervous. ''What's the harm in it? Making love is… incredible, I just want to know what people always talk about when they are being 'banged', to use Santana's words.'' Blaine looked at him, not because it was a ridiculous idea and he was actually turn on by it and he was beginning to have a boner by just watching Kurt sitting on his lap, but because of a certain Latina.
''It's Santana who told you that,'' he said. Kurt nodded shyly.
''She said being fucked is hot and in my case, I won't walk straight for a week,'' he said. ''And it's not like you don't have any experience in that,'' Kurt teased.
''If you're sure'' Blaine murmured but he was still reluctant.
''Yes.,'' Kurt said. Kurt was actually nervous, but he wanted that. He was curious, too. He wanted the ferocity of the sex, the dirty of it. He had a dream last night that Blaine made him feel good by doing all of those things he never thought he'd do one day. But most importantly, he wanted to forget everything and he wanted Blaine to forget the last few days. Life wasn't kind to him lately and Kurt wanted to help him forget, and feel good again. He signed nervously and began to murmur in Blaine's ear. He said filthy words that Kurt had never said to anyone, but it was enough to get a reaction from Blaine.
His dirty talk was enough to drive Blaine crazy and without warning, he discarded his pants and boxer by just lifting Kurt a little bit. His penis was already straight. In a swift motion, Blaine took his pants off and now, Kurt's bottom was discovered and when Kurt sat again against his lap, straddled him, his penis was slicking against the crack of his ass. Kurt liked the movement, so he repeated the action and moved backwards and forwards. ''Kurt… baby…'' Blaine moaned.
''Blaine… do it,'' he said in an sincere voice, looking down at him as he swing his hips, making contact with his licking cock every time he moved. From behind him, Kurt put the condom on his manhood and covered it with a lot of lube that he had carried with him, considered that Blaine will enter him in a few seconds. He realized the amount of lube Kurt put on him and knew that Kurt didn't intend to prep him, so he penetrated the beautiful boy on top of him in a fast motion and groaned at the heat surrounded his still swelling penis. It was fucking, but he wanted to make sure Kurt was alright and it was still enjoyable for him too. Kurt didn't say anything to say that it was alright, he could now, but instead, he brought his hips up, and down, up, and down at a fast pace and Blaine watched the younger man ride him. He'd never been riding so well before; it was intoxicating. Blaine grabbed the aim of his shirt and twisted it in his sweaty hands, lifting it a little bit to see the pale flesh of his lover. He proceeded to massage his belly, his sides and then licked his rosy nipples and Kurt's cries were louder and louder. ''Get up, I want to do it from behind,''
Kurt sat on his knees on a chair and Blaine spread his legs even wider before diving in. He took his hips in a death grip, going faster, deeper, and faster. He then slapped Kurt's cheek and the pale boy groaned in contentment.
''Kurt, Kurt, fuck..'' he chanted, clenching his hands around the flesh of his hips, closing his eyes.
''Oh, Blaine! Fuck, fuck, Blaine!'' He stopped his trusts and turned Kurt around.
''Suck me,'' he said breathlessly. Kurt got down on his knees and began to suck him. Then, he took off the condom and it was the first time another flesh made contact with his penis, Blaine thought. Never before he let someone else, not even for a blow job, taking off his condom. But for Kurt? He was ready for anything. And the flesh on flesh contact was incredible and so, so intimate. He began to suck him and sucked his balls and playing with them with his hands.
''How… how did you learn all of it? It's lie I'm fucking a guy who did this all his life,'' he said breathlessly, closing his eyes due to the amazing sensation. He heard a giggle.
''I'm a male, after all. In my teenage years, I was just curious, so time to time, I looked it up on internet. Everyone does that,'' he said as he put a ball in his mouth.
''Yeah… oh, oh! I'm coming baby, I'm coming. Don't shallow it if you don't want to.''
''No…'' Kurt said as he sucked the tip of his cock. ''Come on my face.'' Blaine was surprised, but he couldn't disagree because he stroked himself at the same time Kurt positioned himself to be on his level and open his mouth. A big load shoot on Kurt's face and in his mouth. Okay, that was hot.
He sat boneless on the ground, enjoying his post orgasm, until he realized that Kurt was still hard.
''Let me take care of it,'' Kurt laid on his back and he took two of his fingers and entered Kurt at a rapid pace and Kurt was groaning beneath him. At the same time, Blaine took him in his mouth and began to pump his fist at the face of his cock and not long after that, he was coming down Blaine's throat.
They both laid there, after they were clean, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest and the caring position was hard to compare to the sex they just had.
''That's why people love to fuck,'' Kurt mused out loud.
''That was amazing,'' Blaine said with a smile.
''Fucking is great, but making love has a more… I don't know…''
''A bigger connection,'' Blaine continued for him.
''Yes,'' Kurt nodded. He kissed his chest, and then placed his head in the crook of Blaine's neck.
''I love you, you know that, right? I will never hurt you,'' Blaine said, repeating a sentence he once said to Kurt.
''I know,'' Kurt said. ''I love you too.''
-X-
Once they exited the theater, hand in hand, they went to the lobby, wanting to escape this place, but no such luck.
''Blaine, Kurt!'' Maggie said with a smile. They turned around and smiled at her; she was the only one they were truly happy to see there. ''Everything's good at Santana? You don't need anything? Kurt, you look awfully pale. Are you eating right? Blaine…'' Like any mother, she was worried about her boys being away from her, but she knew it was for the best at the end of the day. She always wished for a strong family with children who just loved each other instead of doing Charles' little game. But she was glad Blaine finally found his place and his happiness in the world.
''Mom, we're fine. Don't worry. And Kurt is a healthy freak,'' Blaine teased. ''And he's always that pale. I actually love his creamy skin,'' he said as he pinched Kurt's cheek. With a giggle, Kurt slapped his hand away and Maggie watched this interaction with a fond look. It reminded her of a long-lost love she once had, and from this love, Blaine existed.
''Well, for whatever reason you guys are here, you chose the right time!'' she beamed at them and they both looked at her with puzzle expression.
''What's so special?'' Kurt asked.
''Patrick's fiancée is here. The wedding is in a few days, after all.'' Blaine smiled broadly at that. He always thought Lucy was a charming and very beautiful girl. In his wild days, he wouldn't have care if she ended up marrying Patrick as he slept with many girls, but now, he feels bad for her, really bad. She deserved better, but nevertheless, he was happy to see her again. ''Kurt, you'll love her,'' she gushed. ''There she is!'' she said as she looked at the front doors.
Two men were already helping her with her suitcases to bring up to Patrick's room. She took off her glasses and smiled gracefully at her future mother-in-law that just walked straight to her. She wore a beautiful and elegant white dress and her blond hair were flowing on her small shoulders. She was beautiful indeed.
''Kurt, this is Lucy,'' Blaine said from afar, letting his mother embraced her before approaching. He took his hand, deciding to go and meet them. Once Maggie stepped back a little, Kurt could see her face and his heart jumped in his throat.
''Quinn?'' he murmured breathlessly.
-X-
So... when I wrote about Finn, I had a pang of sadness.