Music Inspirations: I Have Nothing, sung by Kurt (Dance with Somebody ep of Glee S3 Ep17.)
Rating: M. Adult themes.
Ownership: I don't own Glee. But I own my imagination. And what words aren't recognized as being from the show, are mine. {Charlotte and the cook, could be the same newbies of mine?}
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~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 3 Cuddles and Cocoa ~

Sugar Motta's parents were out for the night. They'd met Kurt and totally approved of how happy he made their little girl.

The cook had given them a great meal, and they were snuggled up in the family living room enjoying mint slice biscuits and hot cocoa by the fire.

His arms wrapped around her, he felt really needed and wanted. Not just a trophy of jealousy between Blaine and Chandler.

She pulls his wrist tighter and says, "You know, I saw you at Scandals that night?"

"Oh good grief, can I ever forget … Wait where were you? Why would you have been there? Why didn't you say hello?..."

"Stop with the twenty questions Kurt. There is no shame with Scandals, that's why it's so popular." And the sound of your little high voice, too.

"Yeah, well I was there under protest. I was defending myself from Sebastian. Where were you?"

And she feels Kurt stop his gentle rocking, but warms to the kisses on her neck, and that soft, oh so soft ...that he does, makes her moan unexpectedly. "Uhhh, It's my Uncles bar. I was helping Charlotte in the Lover's room."

"What, they really have one of those. I'd heard about them, but we didn't see anything to even hint about it." Gently nibbling down and around her shoulders, he feels how different she is to Blaine, to Karofsky and to Chandler. His fingers pull at her top for more skin. She feels like a crystal vase, delicate and probably easy to break.

Moving around to get all those kisses on her lips, she notices how much more passionate he is, than Blaine had said. Pushing her fingers through his hair, feeling every strand of hair on her way around to the back, she pulls him down and he ends up above her. She stops him a moment, just long enough for him to wonder What's wrong? And pulls him back down for more kisses and cuddles, more gentle teasing from his tongue. Wanting entry passed her lips, circling hers. Oh, my, God! Blaine didn't mention how easy Kurt would be to give in. There's so much more about Kurt, that Blaine left out.

Like how strong his hands really were, the muscles on his arms and his abs. Oh gosh, golly, gee! Those biceps had been developing well over the summer break. Joining the gym and doing weights was really paying off, for him, for her. It was the best gift she'd given a guy, for his birthday.

He is so easy to manipulate in cuddles and bends just how I want him to. "Kurt, I don't want to talk about, Him, when we're, um, making out."

He leans up from his elbows to his hands, looks at her adorable eyes. They're so deep and pleading, and not hurtful. The hair around her left ear needs moving, he enjoys the way she responds to him gently moving it to behind. Her ears are so, so different to Blaine's.

"Of course, I'm sorry. But this is all new for me Shoogs. I only had Brittany in the ladies department. And, that was such a cold exper…." Kurt blushes at the memory of trying to be one of the men in his class that week. "And I'm still confused with what's going on with me, with us …"

Interrupting, again, not that he minds too much. "Well, …." Leaning up and kissing his lips firmly, pulling him back down and rolling them so as Kurt's back is to the fire, she hugs into him. Nuzzling into his neck, she traces that scar on his neck. "…you will figure that out later. Let's just enjoy being here without too much talking, or thinking then."

Kurt's scent is evident, he is more adorable, more suffocating to her. "Well, we don't need any couples counselling. When you were singing I Have Nothing, to him, the other week. I knew then that it was me, you should have been singing to. Because I have nothing, I am empty when you're not in my life."

She pushes him down, into a position he is so used to. Being below, looking up at the love of his life. His love's hands on either side of his head, looking into his eyes, his face. Absorbing his thoughts, so that the fire crackling is louder than before.

He reaches his hands around and grabs those wrists, that are much more fragile than Blaine's. These are new wrists, hands. These aren't Blaine's, or Chandler's.

She falls onto his chest, taking the pressure off her arms, too high for elbows. Those wrists might actually break if he applies enough pressure. Looking toward the fire, he is amazed at how stronger he's become since finishing with Blaine, since taking up weight training.

They jump as a perfectly timed, piece of burning wood falls out toward them.

Kurt automatically scrambles up, grabs the shovel and puts it back in. "We probably should have the guard across."

"Yes, that's what you said before." She squeaks.

Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, he quickly says "I'm,….. I'll have to get going, Shoogs….."

She grabs his fingers and tries to pull apart those buttons, that Kurt was having trouble with "Why?"

"Because,…." and although he really doesn't want to, he holds her hands steady. Lifts her chin. "Because I'm used to being able to sleep over, and um sleep, but not sleep. And I don't think your folks will let that happen."

"No. I'm certain that's not going to be possible, tonight."

With what seems to take forever, cuddling and making out with Sugar is hard to stop, once started. Kurt pulls himself together, and they walk out to the porch.

Arms around her, he squeezes her tighter. Her hair is so much more, she is so much more, than Blaine. And I'm going to have to get looser pants if this keeps happening.

Adjusting himself, lifting her into another kiss, she can't help but giggle at the prominent bulge against her.

Kurt finally, starts to get annoyed "Sorry, I just …. It's not something that can be easily controlled… And it's been weeks since I've been able to ..."

With her arms around his waist, and looking up to him. "It's fine, honestly. You have to know, I've never experienced this either."

"A first for both of us then. Goodnight Shoogs, ….Oh I'm going to call you my Snooks from now on."

"Yeah, I like that. G'night, my Kurt."

~ G'night ~