Dislaimer: Glee belongs to FOX, the writers, producers, actors, etc. I am making no money from this, and no copywrite infringement is intended. All quotes were found online and are attributed to their authors if I could find them.
AN: Yes, there's more. Still the night of "The First Time," and still M. I just can't seem to stop putting conversations in the middle of love scenes, lol. It just seems so IC for them, mostly because of their lack of experience and deep wealth of love and considerateness.
This is going to be the end of this story, although there will probably be an angst-filled sequel with missing scenes from the break-up through the proposal, because I seriously found that lacking. Thanks once again to all who have favorited, followed, and reviewed; I'm very happy my first foray into Glee and Klaine was so well received.
Fade Into You
By Lady Callista
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"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out." -Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Chapter 10: Love
Normally a heavy sleeper who barely woke to his alarm, Blaine was unaccustomed to waking while it was still dark in his room. Mind still foggy, he rolled over, reaching for Kurt as he tried to determine what had woken him up.
He was instantly wide awake as he registered that the other boy was no longer in bed. For a moment he was afraid the night before had been just a dream, but as he sat up he realized two things which quickly reassured him. One, he was naked, and he never slept naked. And two, their clothes were still in a haphazard pile on his floor.
But then where was his boyfriend?
Blaine glanced quickly around the room, actually glancing past the still figure on his windowseat in the first glance before his eyes trailed back.
Kurt was in Blaine's fuzzy blue robe, sitting with his legs drawn up to his chest. His head rested on his knees, looking out the window, and his arms were wrapped loosely around his legs.
"Kurt, are you okay?" It was asked with a twinge of nervousness; Blaine didn't think he would survive if Kurt was regretting what had gone on between them.
Kurt's head snapped up, and it was just light enough in the room for Blaine to see the soft smile on his face. "I'm fine. Dream woke me up, and I couldn't fall back to sleep."
"You should have woken me up." Blaine offered softly, assuming that by dream Kurt actually meant nightmare, because those were normally the kind of dreams that made you not want to fall back to sleep. Although he really didn't like the idea of Kurt having had a nightmare only hours after what had passed between them.
Kurt unfolded his long limbs from the windowseat, crossing the room to sit beside Blaine on the bed. "I figured one of us should get his beauty sleep, and Tony is a lot more demanding than Krupke."
Blaine chuckled lightly. "Then you should have stayed in bed. I think I woke up because I missed you."
"If I had stayed in bed you wouldn't have gotten your beauty sleep." Kurt whispered.
Blaine could hear the blush in his voice even though it was too dark to see it, and he started to wonder if he had been wrong to assume Kurt had a nightmare. "Tell me about the dream." His voice was a whisper as well, and a slightly husky one at that.
"It was so much more vivid than the ones I've had before, because now I know what some of it really feels like." Kurt hated that his voice sounded shy and embarrassed, something he hadn't been when they were actually doing things earlier, but it was so much harder to talk about it than to just be carried away by the love and pleasure.
Blaine clued in immediately even as he felt his body react to the thought, and he reached out to link their hands together. "Now I really wish you had stayed in bed." When Kurt didn't reply, Blaine drew him slowly closer until their arms slid around each other, whispering hotly in his ear, "I love that you dream about me that way, I already told you I've had the same dreams."
"I was dreaming about what would have happened next, if we hadn't been too tired." Kurt admitted, voice stronger but still with a twinge of hesitation.
Blaine glanced over at his alarm clock quickly. It had been shortly after one when they'd fallen asleep, and was now just shy of five-thirty. They had to leave around seven-thirty to get to school, and have time to get ready of course, but they had a good hour. "Hmmm, another hour of sleep or an hour to make love to my amazing boyfriend again. Suddenly I'm not the least bit tired." And with that declaration, he began kissing up the side of Kurt's neck.
Kurt let out a deep sigh, trailing his hands up and down the warm skin of Blaine's bare back, going slightly lower with each pass. "I understand now, how people can get addicted to something. It's like after that first kiss, when I wanted to go on kissing you forever. I just don't want to stop touching you."
"So don't." Blaine suggested with a grin, leaning in for a kiss he also wished could go on forever.
Kurt had a brief thought on morning breath, especially given where both of their mouths had been the night before, but it drifted away seconds after their lips brushed gently. It didn't matter if they had morning breath, or bedhead; Blaine had to use the strongest hair gel imaginable, for his hair was almost still perfect while Kurt could feel his own sticking up all over the place. But it didn't matter, because nothing did when they were kissing.
He could feel Blaine untying the sash of the robe, and then gentle hands were stroking up and down his sides, slowly trailing lower until thumbs traced over the V of his hipbones.
Both boys were already hard as Kurt shrugged the robe off and slowly pushed Blaine unto his back. Minutes passed as they kissed and touched, softly at first but with a growing passion. Their bodies rubbed together arousingly, and Kurt was the first one to slip a hand between them, gentle fingers teasing over what only yesterday was forbidden territory.
Blaine broke the kiss with a gasp, and his voice was a breathless sigh as he said Kurt's name. Their hands continued to glide over each other's bodies, and their eyes were locked now, the light just enough to see the growing pleasure in them.
"Do, do you have, um…" Kurt hated the fact that he was completely comfortable touching his boyfriend's cock, but stuttered over saying the word condom.
Blaine realized what he was asking however, and murmured, "I have everything we need if you want to… but we don't have a lot of time, Kurt. I kind-of want us to be able to take our time, and um, on the practical side, if we don't take enough time to prepare, it might, well…"
"It might hurt." Kurt acknowledged, "I mean, I know it'll hurt some no matter what, but it could hurt more than it needs to."
Kurt realized his arms were getting a little tired from holding himself above Blaine, and he sank down to cuddle into his side, unable to resist dropping light kisses on his chest.
Their hands were still brushing gently over each other, learning and memorizing the spots that caused sighs and moans, and Kurt had the errant thought that it should have seemed strange to have a conversation like this while their hands were having another one entirely, but it didn't. It should have distracted him from the heat racing through him, but it didn't.
The total honestly and communication were just so much a part of who they were.
"Yeah." Blaine replied softly. "That's actually why I liked the idea of not doing… that our first time. That way it was nothing but pleasure, for both of us."
"But it feels good, once it stops hurting." Kurt whispered back, proving that he had indeed read the pamphlets his father had given him. "Although there's soreness after, and we have to be on stage tonight."
"Yeah, maybe we should wait till the musical's over and we don't have to dance." Blaine managed a light chuckle, which turned into a gasp as the fingers that had been trailing in random patterns over his chest suddenly brushed teasingly over his hardness. "God, Kurt, where did my baby penguin go?"
Kurt froze, suddenly uncertain. Blaine had said the night before that he liked it when Kurt wasn't just shy, when he actually took charge a little bit, and he had only been trying to do that, but he thought he had detected a hit of unease in Blaine's tone, and….
"Hey." They knew each other so well that it only took Blaine a second to figure out the cause of the tension that suddenly sprang into Kurt's body, and he quickly slid his hand up to cup Kurt's cheek, scooting down onto his side as he brought their eyes together. "That wasn't a complaint. It's just… it's new, having you be the one who's more comfortable with things. And it's not bad, it's actually pretty amazing, I guess I just expected things to be a little awkward this morning. I expected them to be a little awkward last night, honestly; I thought you'd be more shy, or hesitant, or even that I would be."
"You?" Kurt breathed in disbelief. Their hands were still exploring each other's bodies, but more slowly than they had been moments ago. It wasn't as much about arousing each other as it was simply about being able to touch.
"Kurt, I may have read more, and seen more, but you know I haven't done anything other than with you." Blaine replied softly. "I was never really embarrassed about anything like you were, but I was still nervous, and a little scared."
"I could see it, a little." Kurt whispered. "I just thought you were still worried about not pushing me."
"That was part of it," Blaine admitted, "But I was scared about hurting you too, or doing something you didn't like, or not being able to get you off."
Kurt couldn't help the strangely choked chuckle that passed his lips, and at Blaine' s slightly offended look hurried to reassure him, "We're teenaged boys with all the hormones that go with that, and we've almost gotten off with our pants still on more times than I can count. Of all the things for us to be scared of, we sure did pick something silly."
"It's not silly, it's just very… us." Blaine replied softly, his voice full of conflicting emotions. "It's because we love each other, want each other to be happy. It's not just about how good it feels, it's about how close it makes us feel to each other. It's how connected we feel, and…"
"That's exactly what my dad told me." The words were out of Kurt's mouth before he realized he had even thought them.
"Hmmm?" Blaine frowned slightly at the interruption, but there was curiosity in his eyes.
"He said that… that sex should be used to connect to someone, that it had to be about hearts, and emotions, that it…" Kurt took a deep breath, feeling his face heat but determined to finish, "That with two guys it would be so easy to just think about the physical, but that it shouldn't be that way, it should be about connecting to the other person."
"I've never felt closer, more connected, to anyone than I did last night." Blaine smiled then, the soft, adoring smile that was almost always shared with no one but Kurt. His hands began trailing over Kurt's body once again, soft, gentle caresses. Because he could now; because this amazing, perfect, sexy boy was completely his, and as new as that was it was even more wonderful. "There was already so much between us, and this just makes it so much better, so much more… more everything."
"I want everything with you." Kurt heard the breathiness in his voice, knowing it was half from just the thoughts of what they could do together now, and half from the warm, slightly calloused fingertips sliding up and down his spine.
"Everything." Blaine agreed as they slid into a sweet kiss. "Although I don't think we have time for everything at the moment."
Kurt giggled, which was something he normally hated that he did. But it was hard to mind when he saw Blaine's eyes grow hotter at the sound. He raised his head up for a quick glance at Blaine's alarm clock. "We've got about a half hour before we have to start getting ready for school."
Blaine grinned, rolling until he was mostly on top of Kurt. They were only half-hard after all the talking, but it didn't take them long to get into the mood again as they began kissing passionately, bodies rubbing and limbs locking around each other.
There were no more words about what they wanted to do, or if something was okay.
There were only quiet moans, and sighs, and gasps, slowly growing in volume as they mapped each other's bodies with eyes and hands and mouths, all the nerves and hesitation completely submerged under the feelings of rightness and love flowing between them.
It was still new, and both knew that there would be times in the future when the nerves or the shyness would return as they tried new things, as they learned what they liked and didn't like.
But for now it was just perfect, because it was the two of them alone in their own little world, and they could do anything as long as they were together.
THE END
