I'm so glad everyone liked high!Kurt. He will be making a reappearance, so enjoy. As most of my readers know, I'm an insomniac, so if some of my writing is off, it's because I haven't slept. This chapter will be mostly dialogue so I hope you like it. Read on, my friends!
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Last time on "Try Me":
"I think you're right, Blaine. I'm a little sleepy," Kurt said, nuzzling his head into Blaine's hand. "You're so sweet and handsome," he murmured. "I just wish I wasn't so ugly and disgusting or I would flirt with you."
"You are the sweet one," Blaine whispered in his ear. "There is nothing ugly or disgusting about you. You can flirt with me any time. Sleep sweet, Kurt."
"'Night Blainey," Kurt murmured as his eyes closed.
"Goodnight, sweetie," Blaine whispered.
He showed the girls out and made himself a sandwich. Returning to the bedroom, he put on a movie and sat watching Kurt as he slept. There was no way Karofsky would find or hurt Kurt. He'd do whatever it took. He had no idea what was coming over him, but Kurt was his now. And he protected what was his.
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"Blaine, I need help getting my pants on," Kurt said, his pale skin flushed in embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it, Kurt, that's why I'm here," Blaine said, coming toward him.
Kurt had managed to get one foot into his pants so Blaine bent over and helped get his other foot situated. Kurt straightened up, moaning lightly from the pain in his side. Blaine took the pants and slowly inched them up Kurt's long, pale legs. Blaine couldn't help letting his cheek rub along the downy leg hair as he pulled on the pants. Kurt hummed as Blaine let his tongue run up Kurt's thigh, his muscle twitching under the sensation. Unable to contain his desire, Blaine nibbled on the pale flesh he was supposed to be covering up. Kurt's head fell back, Blaine's name falling from his lips like a prayer.
He pulled the pants up to where Kurt still had a towel wrapped around his waist. "Think you can get it from here?" Blaine asked breathlessly. All he wanted to do was rip the towel from Kurt and get his fill of the soft, pale skin.
"Can you maybe pull them up just a bit higher?" Kurt asked quietly, his breath coming in pants.
"The towel is in the way," Blaine whispered.
With a flick of his fingers, Kurt knocked the towel off his hips, revealing his thick, hard erection.
"Kurt," Blaine breathed.
Without warning, Blaine grabbed Kurt's cock and pulled him into his mouth, sucking hard on the leaking tip. The taste of Kurt flooded Blaine's mouth and he moaned, licking at the slit, eager for more. Kurt's hips jerked and his cock suddenly went all the way down Blaine's throat. He gagged just a bit before he relaxed his throat.
Kurt jerked again and moaned at the way Blaine was taking him. Slowly he started thrusting into Blaine's mouth, grabbing his curls.
Blaine cried out around Kurt's cock, loving the sharp pulls on his hair. He let Kurt fuck into his mouth as his hand wandered down to rub at his own erection.
"Blaine," Kurt groaned.
"Mm," Blaine replied, lapping around the hard cock in his mouth.
"Blaine," Kurt whined insistently.
He pulled at his cock as Kurt came loudly in his mouth, his come warm and salty on his tongue.
"Blaine, please," Kurt's voice sounded desperate. "Wake up, Blaine."
Blaine jerked awake, his cock throbbing in his sweats. "Huh? What? Kurt?"
"Blaine, I fell out of bed. Please, I need help," Kurt moaned, pain obvious in his voice.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Blaine said, jumping out of bed. Before rounding the bed, he pushed at his cock, trying to hide his throbbing erection.
Kurt was lying on the floor, his arms wrapped around his ribs. Blaine came to him and helped lift him to his feet.
"What happened?" Blaine asked.
"I needed the restroom and I got a cramp or something in my ribs and I just went down. I'm sorry I had to wake you up. It just hurt too much to get up on my own," Kurt said, his face bright red.
"No, no problem. That's what I'm here for. Think you can make it the rest of the way?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, thank you," he replied.
Blaine hurried out of the room and went to the guest bathroom. Touching Kurt's smooth skin after the dream he was having was too much. He pulled his sweats down and grabbed his erection. Several strokes was all it took to have him coming into his hand, groaning deeply. It took all he had not to call out Kurt's name. Balancing his hand on the sink as he recovered, he was relieved he hadn't been caught with his hand down his pants by Kurt.
Washing his hands, he came to the realization that he was attracted to his patient and not just because of the dream. He was a sweet, innocent man who deserved to be loved and cared for. Not just lusted after, he chastised himself. Blaine needed to keep his issues to himself and concentrate on helping Kurt heal, nothing more.
He went to the kitchen and prepared a small breakfast of cereal, toast, and orange juice and carried it back just in time for Kurt to be getting back in bed.
Blaine put the small tray down and helped Kurt arrange the pillows behind him.
"Thank you, Blaine. I know this isn't your problem and I really appreciate you helping me with this. I feel like a baby because I can't do anything for myself," Kurt said.
"You'll get better and be able to do more," Blaine said, placing the food on Kurt's lap. "For now, just rest and let your body heal. I've been where you are. I had my mom to help me," Blaine told him, a small smile on his face. His mother had been so sweet to him.
"My mom died when I was eight," Kurt said, taking a sip of juice.
Blaine froze. "Shit, Kurt, I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Kurt said with a sad smile. "It was a long time ago. I'm glad you had someone to take care of you. You're very good at it yourself."
"I'm just glad I can help. Do you want a pain pill? Mornings are usually the worst with injuries," Blaine said.
"I felt so drugged yesterday. Can I have half of one?" Kurt asked, taking a dainty bite of his toast.
"Of course," Blaine said. He went to the dresser where he kept the bottle and took one out, easily breaking it in half. He brought it to Kurt and watched as he swallowed it. "I was thinking if you were up to it, we could play video games today."
"Give me about twenty minutes, and I'll be up to just about anything," Kurt grinned.
Blaine bit the inside of his cheek to control the reaction his body had to that statement.
"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked, finishing his cereal.
"What is it?"
"Why are you doing this? I know you got beat up when you were young, but that doesn't mean you have to help me. I haven't seen you play nursemaid to anyone else at school. Hell, you're usually the cause of the pain for some people," Kurt said knowingly.
"Very true," Blaine smiled. "I don't know. That time I teased you in the mall and you looked at me like you were scared. I recognized that look. I've had that look. It got to me that I'd caused that look. Yeah, I like to fight, but I like to fight people who are fighting back. I'm not a bully, or at least I try not to be. I do act tough, but it's just so I don't become the victim again. I knew the look you had wasn't just because of me. It's not like I've beaten you up or anything. Then when I saw Karofsky grab you, you had the same frightened look. When I saw him beating the shit out of you, I knew I had to do something."
Kurt was staring at him the whole time he was talking. "Thank you, Blaine. I know I say it a lot, but I want you to know that I mean it. Not just with taking care of me, but letting me stay here. I know Karofsky is probably looking for me. Hell, he probably broke into my dorm room by now. And if he'd found me there… Well, I don't really want to think about that. And by the way, I can sleep on your couch. You didn't have to let me take over your bed," Kurt said, his cheeks pink.
"I didn't let you take it over. We're sharing it. It's big enough and we're both adults. This way I'm close if you need me anyway," Blaine said.
"Okay. But if you need me to scoot out of here, I will, no worries," Kurt said. He leaned back and winced at the pull in his ribs. "How about those video games?"
Blaine moved his video game system into the bedroom and hooked it up to his small flat screen. They played shooting games and racing games. Kurt was better at shooting while Blaine tended to be the better racer.
At lunch Kurt asked for a full pain killer. Sitting up to play the video games had pulled at his ribs and he couldn't pretend anymore.
Soon enough Kurt's mind was fuzzy and everything felt good and right in his world.
"How are you feeling, Kurt?" Blaine asked. He'd put a movie in and they were kicked back on the bed.
"I'm not feeling, Blainey. That's the best part," Kurt sighed happily.
"Well, good, I would hate for you to be in pain," Blaine said and smiled over at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
"I don't know, can you?" Kurt giggled. "Sure, go ahead."
"How long were you with Karofsky?" Blaine asked, smiling at Kurt's silliness.
"Since freshman year. Can you believe it? What a dumbass I am!" Kurt exclaimed.
"You're not a dumbass, Kurt," Blaine said. Kurt gave him a look. "Okay, maybe a little bit of a dumbass," he grinned. "Why did you stay with him so long?"
"I never had attention, Blainey. I was so fucking lonely. And this big, good looking guy suddenly finds me attractive. Sure he treated me like crap, but he made sure I was grateful. I knew if it wasn't for him, I'd never have anyone. No one to love me or think I'm pretty or kiss me. Though I don't like kissing, so that wouldn't matter," Kurt said, his face screwed up at the thought.
"You don't like kissing?" Blaine asked. He'd never heard of anyone not liking to kiss. "Why not?"
"Cuz it hurts and it's slimy," Kurt replied. "David stupidhead says it's cuz my lips are funny shaped. If I looked normal, it would make kissing feel better."
Blaine stared at him in amazement. "What the hell did that bastard do to you? There is not a damn thing wrong with your lips and kissing is supposed to feel good if the person kissing you knows what the hell they are doing."
Kurt looked at him, his head cocked to the side. "Do you like kissing Blainey?"
"Yes, I do. And it has never hurt or felt slimy. You have lovely lips, Kurt. Full and sweet. Your lips are made for kissing. That asshole could never appreciate it," Blaine said.
Kurt blushed and fought through the haze in his head, wondering if this was really happening. "You think I have lovely lips?"
Blaine smiled at the wonder in Kurt's eyes. "Yes, you do."
"Will you kiss me, Blainey? I bet you're good at kissing," Kurt said, his blue eyes wide and shiny.
"Are you sure you want that? It's not just the pain meds?" Blaine asked, suddenly desperate to kiss the beautiful boy sitting next to him.
"The pain meds are making me brave enough to say what I want," Kurt whispered.
Blaine leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Kurt's. A gentle press, a light brush of lips. Then he pulled back, looking into Kurt's eyes.
Wide, shocked eyes stared back at him, mouth slightly open.
"Kurt? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Blaine asked. Personally it was probably the sweetest kiss he'd ever experienced in his life and it took everything in him to not lean back in for more.
"Wow," Kurt finally breathed. "That was, that was, just wow."
"I agree," Blaine said.
"Can I have another one please?" Kurt asked.
Blaine grinned at the sweetness of the boy staring at him so wonderingly. "Of course."
Kurt immediately closed his eyes and puckered his lips. Blaine moved in and kissed those delicious lips, moving gently across his mouth, putting more pressure on his lips than before. Kurt responded, moving his lips innocently against Blaine's.
Blaine pulled back and smiled when he saw Kurt's eyes were still closed and his lips puckered.
"Wow," Kurt said finally, licking his lips. "Did you like that, Blaine?"
"Very much," Blaine responded.
Kurt's eyes began flickering as the medicine made him more and more sleepy. "Guess what, Blainey?"
"What's that, Kurt," Blaine grinned as the boy started falling asleep.
"I like kissing now," he whispered, before drifting off to sleep.