Summary: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Nick Duvall, Jeff Sterling, and Elliott Gilbert make up Pamela Lansbury, a rock/pop band that hit it big after their first single was featured on popular tv-show Sing. A little over two years later the band is still dealing with the pressures of fame, their differing dreams, their fans, "shippers", and finding love.
Author's note:This chapter takes place a few days after what happened with Nick in the last chapter. I actually ended up splitting this and the next chapter because I was going to write a Klaine centric chapter and then one centered around the rest of the band plus Santana and Dani off in Vegas but I decided to instead intermingle both of them just because of a few things that happen.
But that means that I will probably post the next chapter tomorrow night since it is finished.
Chapter Twenty Two
"A whole weekend to ourselves," Blaine said, "and here I thought we'd be stuck working the entire time."
Kurt who was in the middle of pouring cups of coffee glanced at Blaine. "Well, it's only because Sam surprised Mercedes with that spa trip so they had to move recording with her to next week and we weren't scheduled to work on our album until Monday."
Blaine nodded. "I know. Santana was not happy we couldn't get any studio time but I think they're booked."
Kurt poured added the right amount of creamer into each of the cups and then sugar before walking them over to the table where Blaine was seated with the pancakes he'd tried to surprise Kurt in bed with.
"I'm actually surprised that Jeff didn't come and steal all of these from you," Kurt said.
"Me too," Blaine said, "I was prepared to make more even."
Kurt nodded. "You two are okay, right? I mean, after what happened with Nick?"
"No, yeah, we are. I apologized. I just, I worry about how Nick is handling everything and Jeff – he's not the most responsible person."
"He is responsible. He's just not as bothered by things like you are. And Nick is fine. He hates what happened but he's fine."
Blaine nodded slowly. "I hope that's the truth."
Elliott entered the kitchen, then, fully dressed. "Good Morning," he said and grabbed an apple from the small fruit basket by the sink, washing it quickly before he took a bite.
"What's got you so cheery?" Kurt asked.
"Went out last night with Santana and Dani," he said and waggled his eyebrows, "had a bit of fun. Did Dani ask about Vegas?"
"Vegas?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah," Elliott said, "we were talking last night and considering we have the weekend off and don't need to be in the studio until late Monday we figured we could take a trip to Vegas for a bit of fun. You guys up for it?"
Kurt turned to look at Blaine, and he was glad to know that they could have a sort of silent conversation.
"Um," Blaine said, "we were actually thinking we'd just stay in the whole weekend."
"You two are boring but whatever. Nick and Jeff said they'd come. Reminds me I have to call Dani."
Kurt chewed on a bite of pancake.
"You know," Blaine said, "if they do all leave, we'll have the house to ourselves."
"And you think I hadn't considered that?" Kurt asked and smirked a little as he sipped at his coffee.
Elliott, Nick, and Jeff were picked up by Santana, Dani and Puck a few hours later and despite how much Jeff and Nick begged them to come with them, Kurt and Blaine wouldn't relent.
"It's because gay number one and gay number two want to get it on, boys," Santana announced before they left.
"Please, keep it to bedroom, boys," Elliott added.
Kurt rolled his eyes but still smiled fondly at them as they left and then, the house was eerily quiet.
"Well then," Blaine said and pulled Kurt towards him, "we are all alone."
Kurt pecked him on the lips quickly. "That we are," he said, his arms wrapping around Blaine's neck before he kissed him again, drawing Blaine in as close as possible. For a while it was all they did, kissing by the stairs. Until Kurt pulled away and grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling him towards the stairs.
Blaine followed, not able to keep his hands away from Kurt for too long because he pulled him back into a kiss the moment they were at the top of the stairs. It was Kurt that pressed him up against the wall and kissed down his jaw and then neck with kitten licks that made Blaine shiver.
"Kurt," Blaine half whispered and half-whined.
Kurt pressed a kiss to his lips again. "Come on," he said and grabbed his hand again, pulling him towards their room.
The bed was still unmade from earlier so Kurt just shoved the duvet and sheets aside while Blaine laughed.
"Eager are we?" Blaine asked.
"You know I am," Kurt said, reaching for Blaine again, his hands running up his sides and bringing his shirt up a bit.
"Me too," Blaine muttered as their lips met yet again. Blaine began to work on the buttons on Kurt's shirt, fingers trying to move fast but stumbling over themselves.
"Let me," Kurt muttered, "it'll be faster."
Blaine let his fingers fall away but instead he pulled his own shirt over his head, letting it fall somewhere behind him. And then he helped Kurt shove his own, off his shoulders and down his arms. Then, they were kissing again and they were flush together and Kurt groaned against his lips.
Somewhere along the way they lost their shoes, kicked off and landing somewhere in the room. Then they were sitting on the bed and Kurt was peppering kisses across Blaine's chest as if it were a new way of discovering Blaine even if he'd seen him shirtless too many times to count.
Blaine was shoved onto his back and Kurt's hand were undoing his jeans and pulling them off him in a smooth motion and then his hands were lingering on his legs inches away from where he wanted to be touched the most. His underwear was tented and right before Kurt's hand reached his cloth covered cock, he smirked at Blaine. Blaine groaned.
"Now this, this is stuff I've only wondered about you," Kurt muttered. He was slowly just palming him over his underwear in fascination and Blaine just watched him.
"Want these off, now, I think," Kurt said and slowly pulled the last piece of fabric that separated Kurt from Blaine's cock. It felt like a reveal, the way he pulled the underwear back slowly.
"Oh," Kurt said, "quite pretty."
Blaine groaned. Kurt laughed and then his hand was gone and he was standing.
"What are you?"
"Overdressed over here," Kurt said, "give me a sec."
He took off everything and Blaine could just stare because he'd known, of course he'd known that Kurt was beautiful and hot and just perfect but he hadn't known. His eyes were struck by how pretty his cock was and how muscular his legs were and just how little fat was on Kurt's body.
"Come here," Blaine whispered, opening his arms in an invitation.
Kurt laughed and stepped back towards the bed.
Blaine climbed backward to get into the center of it and Kurt followed, looming over him. Blaine connected their lips, and in a fluid motion brought Kurt flush against him, groaning into his mouth as Kurt moved up a little, leaning his weight on a forearm until he could tangle himself up in Blaine again.
They were just kissing for a while, hands roaming a bit and skin that was usually separated by cloth flushed together.
Kurt was not shy about sex. About doing it, asking for it, or talking about his appreciation for sex. He was far from the teenager that would stuff his fingers in his ears whenever the subject was brought up. Yet, there was something about being with Blaine and knowing that things would just escalate that made him nervous.
Blaine tangled their hands together and he kissed Kurt's collar bone, tucking his face into Kurt's neck and Kurt groaned as Blaine flipped them over so that Kurt was under him instead.
Blaine sat up, straddling Kurt right below the groin. He looked amazing, naked and a bit flushed.
"I love you," Kurt whispered.
"Yeah? I love you too," Blaine said. His hands ran up Kurt's sides making him shiver.
"I want to blow you," Blaine said next, his face and neck flushed red.
Kurt gasped. He hadn't expected for Blaine to be so forward, but he still nodded quickly. Blaine laughed.
"Want you to do anything you want," Kurt said.
Blaine kissed him again, this time with purpose and Kurt could feel how Blaine deliberately brushed his cock against his thighs as he slowly kissed down his neck and stomach with one destination in mind.
"Blaine, oh my god, please."
Kurt couldn't look anymore, he let his head fall back and whined when Blaine licked across his naval and then Blaine was grasping him and mere moments later his mouth was on him.
"Vegas," Elliott said and pushed his sunglasses off his face and onto his head, "it's been a while."
"Never been," Dani said excitedly next to him, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Elliott had packed a few clothes and basic necessities because he didn't think he'd need too much but it looked like Dani had brought her entire bag with her.
"Mine and Santana's stuff," she said, as if guessing what he was thinking, "and something for a bit of fun tonight too."
"Oh?" Elliott asked, "you snuck that on the plane."
Dani rolled her eyes. "Paul's private plane? Yeah. Santana even said it was okay."
Elliott clapped her shoulder. "You are wonderful. And no Kurt to nag at us about it. He kept going on about how horrible it is for our voices. I really need to know more about you, Dani, you're becoming a favorite of mine."
"Aww," she said, "I love you too, El."
"Hurry up rockstars!" Santana yelled from a few feet away where their car was waiting and the driver was already putting someone's bag in the trunk.
They rushed towards Santana and handed off their things to the driver and climbed into the car. They were dropped off at their hotel a few minutes later and their bags were taken up for them. Dani went to check all of them in and came back with their keys.
"Two rooms," she announced, "you boys are sharing."
"Whatever," Nick muttered, "not like we're planning on staying in the rooms for long."
It was early afternoon and Elliott doubted that there was much going on aside from gambling. Vegas was good at night when all the lights were turned on and there were plenty of parties or shows to choose from. So, he was slow about settling into the hotel before he tried to figure out where he wanted to go that night.
"Do you think," Jeff said after they'd all unpacked a bit, "that Kurt and Blaine are utilizing their time alone wisely."
"If by wisely you mean staying in their room with no clothes on, yes," Elliott said.
"And hopefully staying in their room," Nick said with a laugh.
"This is Blaine we're talking about," Jeff said, "I doubt even Kurt could convince him to do anything elsewhere in the house. I hope."
"Let's just assume he can't and stop talking about it," Elliott said, "now the question is where are we going tonight?"
Nick shrugged his shoulders.
"Pretty sure Santana said she was taking us somewhere," Jeff said.
Elliott nodded. "Wouldn't hurt to see what's going on tonight, though," and he began to do a bit of research on his phone.
There were plenty of things going on from live shows to pub crawls and listings of every nightclub, chapel, casino, and strip joint. Elliott didn't get very far in his research because there was so much information and no way to really gauge if something was given a good rating for a good reason.
"I think we may be able to wing it," Elliott said after a while and then he settled next to Jeff to watch Sing! Because of course he'd found a channel that was playing it.
On the screen one of the characters was whining about not getting a solo and Elliott thought that she reminded him eerily of Rachel.
"I don't get why you watch this," Elliott said.
"It's actually pretty good even if the writing's not what it used to be," Jeff said, "and I'm attached to the characters now."
"Little too much if you ask me," Nick said, "he was waxing poetic the other night over the two gay ones."
Jeff pouted at both of them in an overly dramatic way but then his attention was captured by whatever was happening on the screen. Elliott took the time to go on twitter.
Since it'd been a few quiet days except for when they saw a few fans outside the recording studio and that didn't happen every day they were recording, there was little in the way of talk about Pamela Lansbury except for from diehard fans.
He had more than a hundred mentions and people tweeting at him. He browsed through a few of them more than amused when a lot of the questions seemed to be about Rachel's opening night, Klaine, and questions and requests for them to go to specific countries while on the European part of their tour.
He busied himself answering a few of the tweets but for the most part Elliott stuck to laughing at what their fans were tweeting about them. It was always a little odd to see even that portion of what their world was like from the speculation to the rumors that were sometimes floating around, to just talk of their music and the future album. A lot of it was sweet rather than anything else. What he liked looking at the most was the fanart. They had some seriously creative and talented fans.
"What are you doing?" Nick asked.
"Just on twitter," he said.
"Anything good?"
Elliott who had a habit of saving any fanart that caught his attention showed Nick the ones he'd found.
"I like the second one," Nick said, "made my hair look good."
A half hour later Dani was knocking on their door.
"We're thinking of heading out in a hour," she told them, "so get yourselves pretty."
"I'm already gorgeous as I am," Jeff announced.
Dani walked over to pinch his cheeks. "I don't know who told you those vicious lies."
"Nick did, naturally," Jeff said.
Elliott who had gotten up to fix his hair stopped and looked back. Nick hadn't responded to either Dani or Jeff. He was just staring at them.
"I said I disagreed," Elliott said.
"Right," Dani said, "I'll be back to fetch you. Be ready."
Nick got up and Elliott watched him head to the bathroom.
"What was that?" Elliott asked Jeff.
Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said.
Elliott had been wondering about Nick and Jeff ever since he'd had his talk with Nick. Even though Nick hadn't said it, Elliott knew that there was a lot more to why he had never addressed his sexuality confusion, and it didn't have to do with Sebastian. There was a portion of that story for which Jeff was at fault and Elliott had to wonder if Nick were somehow interested in Jeff.
"Come on then," Nick said, "you two getting ready or not?"
"Oh my god, Kurt," Blaine whispered, arching his back to grind up against him. Kurt moaned against his neck, continuing to kiss, nip, and lick across his throat.
After the amazing blowjob that Kurt had given him earlier with Kurt coming without any help the two of them had taken a small nap and Kurt had decided that the best way to wake him was to get him hard again which hadn't been too difficult a feat.
Kurt moved, aligning their bodies perfectly before he reached between them, grasping both of their cocks in his hand and sweeping his hand down and up around both of their heads. Blaine let out a shuddery breath. He couldn't imagine ever feeling better than in that moment with Kurt leaning over him, their legs almost tangled together and every inch of skin exposed. He had never felt more vulnerable or more at peace and loved. It was all Kurt.
"I love you," he whispered.
Kurt leaned down, groaning a little at the friction before he was putting their mouths together into a heated kiss. Blaine lifted his hands to hold Kurt's face, fingers tangling in his sweaty hair. When Kurt pulled back, he was smiling. Blaine felt like the luckiest person in the world.
"Do you remember the first thing I ever heard you sing?" Kurt asked suddenly. His voice was a little hoarse and rough in a good way.
"Was it at Dalton? A competition. I'd say Hey Soul Sister."
Kurt shook his head with a smile. "No," Kurt said, "when I spied on you. You sand Teenage Dream."
"Good old Katy Perry," Blaine said, "I was obsessed with her back then."
"I know, what I'm saying though is," Kurt said and then sang, "let's go all the way tonight."
"No regrets, just love," Blaine sang back, "we can dance until we die."
"You and I, we can live forever," Kurt finished with him, already starting to giggle.
Blaine broke out into laughter and he pulled Kurt against him. "You are so cheesy," he said, "but yeah, let's go all the way tonight. I can't believe you remember me singing that."
Kurt pecked his lips twice. "Of course I do," he said, "I was enamored with you from the two stepping, the blazer, and just how absolutely confident you were to sing Katy Perry."
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine said, and then he was kissing him again. Nothing had ever felt as right.
Author's Note:
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Hope you all enjoyed this and thank you for reading.