A/N: I'm SO SORRY for the long break again. College applications and school were in the way and I'm still stunned at the amount of support thrown at this story! LOVE Y'ALL! As a reward, Klaine does something special here...
Chapter 15:: Meet Me Halfway
"Kurt, can I borrow Blaine for a sec?" Graham Woods approached the two, seated comfortably aside while the night's guests continued to dance away and fancy the large-scale buffet. The tribute event to Blaine's literary works and novels has been surprisingly a success and Kurt could already see how Blaine was starting to feel more confident now—maybe things are turning around soon. "Don't worry, I'll bring him back to you in a jiffy."
"Oh sure," Kurt nodded, barely hiding his smile as Blaine suddenly looked nervous when he helped him and led him to Graham who stood before them, looking rather dashing in his three-piece suit. "Just make sure he doesn't walk and hit himself into a wall—"
Kurt and Blaine's hands lingered together, their interlocked fingers afraid to leave on another and soon, their union broke when Graham cautiously led Blaine away; Kurt couldn't help but feel anxious about why Graham wanted to speak with him in private. "Of course, Kurt." Graham chuckled lightly, Blaine sighing childishly as he hated being treated like a puppy.
As the two men walked off, Kurt turned to see his friends conversing by the buffet and before he knew it, Rachel ran up to him, her heels making rather annoying sounds as she neared him.
"Kurt, that man of yours is so—ow!"
"Back off, Berry. He's mine and mine only," he hit her arm playfully, joking as Rachel rolled her eyes fondly and pulled a seat beside him. "But yeah, that's Blaine."
"I feel like it's morally wrong for me, as your best friend, to warn Blaine that I would hurt him if he ever hurts you cuz he's already blind...but he seems like a great guy. And he practically announced his love for you back there in his speech, Kurt!"
"I know, Rachel. I'm really in love with him too and I don't want to screw this up. He's nothing like Chandler. But Blaine? He... he makes me happy. He makes me laugh and smile and he swears that he would never hurt me. He's a perfect gentleman as always."
Rachel smirked at him, looking pleased while he rolled his eyes at her.
"Which reminds me...I-uh...I sorta invited Blaine to come spend the night with me...at our apartment—"
"What?! You know Brit and I are still living there, right?"
"I know I know, I just...it came out of nowhere and—"
"Then, we'll stay here in the city a bit longer so why don't you two head back home now?"
Kurt smiled excitedly, "I love you, you know that?"
"Just please try not to make too much noise when you two are home, doing the nasty—"
"Continue that sentence and I'll burn your Funny Girl poster at home."
The woman's lips were sealed from then on, chuckling when Kurt placed a disgusted hand over his chest as images of him and Blaine doing that invaded his innocent mind.
"So what did Graham say to you?" A curious Kurt multitasked as he asked while tightly holding his boyfriend's hand, afraid that the Manhattan traffic might swallow him, and trying so desperately to hail a taxi. They had just left the night's festivities which were clearly going on as a big crowd was still inside the tribute event's reception hall and Blaine shivered as Kurt's warm hand deeply contrasted from the night's cool breeze.
"Oooh, the fact that I know something you don't must be killing you, huh?" He said smugly, his handsome features accented by his tight-fitting suit and styled hair.
Kurt looked at him, a raised eyebrow. "Well, I certainly know what would kill you." He then let go of Blaine's hand and the blind man gasped in shock, frantically searching for his lover as his dark vision obviously didn't help.
"Kurt, ohmygod, don't leave alone out here!" He panted heavily before freezing when he felt Kurt's familiar hand hold his once again, his boyfriend struggling to control his laughter.
"You're gonna regret you did that," he growled, hating he couldn't just stomp off when he clearly needed Kurt with him at all times.
"You. Are. Adorable."
"Shut up and get us a cab."
Kurt laughed again and when he finally hailed one, he cautiously helped Blaine in and after instructing the Turkish-accented driver, they began their journey through the dense, crowded streets of Manhattan.
"Now will you do me the honour by telling me what Graham told you back there?"
"Alright alright, he was just personally congratulating me about my progress and he told me that the book is being edited now and about to be shipped off for publication in a week. He also wanted to know if I'm going to start a new book in the near future."
"And you expect me to stick around and help you write that as well? What would you do if I tried to leave?"
"Well," he bit his lip. "I'd have to take you hostage and keep you as my cuddle slave."
Kurt shook his head amidst giggles. He peered down at how close their bodies were seated together in the taxi's backseat, their hands still interlocked, Blaine's thumb softly caressing the back of Kurt's hand. "I'm proud of you," he whispered.
"Yo-you are?" Blaine appeared in awe all of a sudden. "What for?"
"Of how much you've changed over the past few months. How you came out of your comfort zone and took the risk to be with me. And how we managed to actually finish your latest book together. It's been a wild ride actually. And not to mention, I now have the most amazing, loving and handsome boyfriend in the planet."
"In the planet?" Blaine husked lowly.
"Stop massaging your ego," he sighed, swatting his hand away. "The point is: I-I don't know what I'd do without you."
Blaine instinctively felt-reached out for his hand and pulled it up to kiss the back of it, Kurt suddenly hit with the memory of when Blaine did the exact same thing when they were first entering New York City together for the first time two-three months ago. Gaga, how time really flies.
"I'd be completely lost without you too."
The simple declaration made his pulse accelerate at an unhealthy rate.
"You-you really are proud of me, Kurt?" He added in, his insecurities lurking underneath those words.
He was answered with a pair of warm lips of his and he revelled in Kurt's radiating love for him then, both knowing that verbal communication wasn't necessary.
The loft was quiet, soft and almost mysterious when Kurt unlocked the front door and helped Blaine in, the countertenor smiling proudly at how somewhat tidy Rachel and Brittany always made their apartment since he left to work for Blaine all those months ago. It was a weird sensation to bring Blaine back here since had they not fallen for each other, Kurt would've simply said goodbye to the blind man after finishing the novel with him and coming home here to relax by himself.
He can't even begin to imagine how Blaine was feeling since he can't see a thing.
"I'd love to compliment your apartment but as you know, I can't see—" He began.
"It's okay," Kurt chuckled, leading him to the living room sofa where he saw an unfinished sandwich on a plate in the coffee table. Ugh, Rachel, I already told you to lessen on the carbs...
"Would you want something to eat? Or drink, maybe?" He stood up to venture to the kitchen, opening the fridge to check its contents. "Dear lord, I need to have talk with the ladies because this kitchen looks like a warzone—"
"Kurt, I'm fine." Blaine laughed, calling him out. "Come back here, I want to show you something."
"Ok..." Kurt frowned in suspicion, drinking a glass of water before seating himself beside his boyfriend again. Out of nowhere, Blaine felt-reached for his cheek and he closed the distance between his and Kurt's lips. The kiss was an intoxicating combination of love and gratitude as Blaine cupped his jaw with his strong, firm hand, still kissing him fervently as Kurt melted and sighed into his dominance.
"I want to show you how much I love you, Kurt." He whispered lowly, resting his forehead against his and before they knew it, they were kissing passionately once again and moans escaped each other's throats as their tongues danced in harmony, moving closer and by the time Kurt was gasping for air, Blaine gathered him in his surprisingly strong arms.
When they pulled back, Kurt saw the man's swollen lips and pale blue eyes, painfully reminding him of how he lost the hazel in them.
"I-I want you..." Blaine stuttered, caressing his lover's cheek. "I want you so bad, Kurt."
The pleading, desiring nature of his voice made his brain explode. Holy fu— "What are you saying? Yo-you want to—"
"Do you trust me?"
The question made him freeze. "Yes."
"Then, let me take care of you. Let me really show you how much you mean to me." He paused. "Let me make love to you."
"Are you sure? I-I'm scared you'll become insecure since you're blind—"
"I don't care," he shook his head. "I just want us to be together. I want you."
The last of Kurt's doubts melted away with that last statement. He grabbed collar roughly and pulled him in, never failing to revel in his warmth and touch.
Kicking the door closed behind them, Kurt struggled to think coherently but Blaine's lips, moans and cologne were overwhelming him and he managed to lead them into his bedroom, grateful it was still clean except for a few paperwork on the floor.
Holy crap, this is actually happening?! I think I'm gonna—
"Kurt? If you have any doubts, any at all, we don't have to do this. I just really want to be close to you, that's all—"
"I know, but I want this too."
"Ok but stop me if you want to."
"Ok...now let me just help you lie back on my bed—"
The bed and floors creaked a little when Blaine descended onto it, shuffling back so that his back was against the headboard. He beckoned for Kurt to join him.
"Hey relax," Kurt muttered gently when Blaine struggled to unbutton his shirt, thanks to his lack of sight. "Let me."
"If only I can see how beautiful you are," the novelist bit his lip, shivering when Kurt slowly removed his shirt from his body and he moaned when Kurt bent down to lightly peck on his abdomen and chest. "Mmmffgod, Kurt..."
"Shhhhh," Kurt cooed although deep inside, his heart was racing as he was awestruck at how lean Blaine was: how his chest was slightly contoured, how his arms were a bit tense and the hint of chest hair made him melt. He placed his fingers on Blaine's nipples and when he slowly rubbed against them, his boyfriend's eyes rolled back amidst a wanton moan. "F-fuckkk..." He keened, his hyperactive senses were exploding now.
When Blaine sat up to help try to unbutton Kurt's shirt, Kurt gasped when he felt the cool air envelope his skin. Blaine leaned down to trail kisses down his neck to his chest and Kurt arched forward, allowing him more access.
By the time they shed all their clothes but their underwear, Blaine gently pulled Kurt in beside him against the headboard and he slowly ran a hand down his lover's sides to his hips and his legs, heart aching when Kurt gasped.
"What's wrong? Do you wanna stop?"
"No, just give me a sec. I-I guess I'm just insecure now because if you're able to see, you could see my hideous scars by now."
"Hey, see or not see, you're still the most amazing human being I've known and I love you. So much."
Then they were kissing heatedly to the point of fisting into each other's hair, Kurt feeling slightly bad as he ruined Blaine's gelled look. The makeout session intensified as the sheets rustled and pillows creased, the two men not caring as they continued exploring each other's bodies with their fervent hands, Kurt sometimes hesitating when Blaine's fingers ran over his scars.
"Whatever happened that gave you these scars," he declared, rubbing circles over where Kurt had pointed one as such. "They're long gone now. You have me, okay? I won't hurt you."
"Blaine—"
"I got you now. It's just you and me here. And I-I know that I may have been a monster before I met you but I promise you...I won't let anything or anyone hurt you."
Kurt's heart throbbed, the thought that they were in his bedroom now, about to make love and Blaine declaring his love for him...it was all just too much. One look down and he saw that both of them were hard now, their underwear still respectively covering them.
"Can I?" Kurt asked, fingers at the top of Blaine's briefs. The moment of truth. He nodded slowly, swallowing before shivering when he felt the fabric leave him. He was stark naked then and he waited a moment for Kurt to adjust to all this. When he felt the brush of Kurt's fingers touch his member, he gasped. Such an intimate moment combined with Kurt's hands so near to him made his skin tingle.
"Want me to stop?" Kurt suggested.
Shaking his head, he was given the go when he pulled down Kurt's fabric as well, blindly realizing that Kurt was naked too now. He placed his hands on his hips, Kurt's breathing increased as Blaine had memorized that his main scars were indeed on his hips. "Alright?"
"Yeah," he breathed. Blaine slid his fingers slowly to encircle Kurt's erection and when he clenched a rough hand around it, he had to bite his lip when Kurt broke down into low moans. These grew louder when Blaine expertly guided his other hand down to caress his balls too and as he simultaneously began stroking him delicately, Kurt collapsed into a full-whimpering mess.
Kurt's delicious skin and his moans, when combined with his dark vision, just made it much more sensual and Blaine leaned in to lick a stripe up Kurt's neck.
"How does that feel, baby?" He husked.
"Sogoodsogoodsogoodfuck—" Kurt babbled.
Blaine's heart clenched. He'd never done this before, never truly let anyone in and knowing how vulnerable he and Kurt were, he was eager to make his lover feel good—
Without warning, Kurt jerked his hips to Blaine's, members touching briefly, skin and sweat mixing while the two groaned so loud. Blaine bit his lip, returning the favour, jerking back into him and Kurt gripped on his lean arms. "Bl-Blaine, if you continue stroking me, I-I'm gonna—"
The warning kept him at bay, halting his actions and letting Kurt go, not wanting this to end yet. He laid a hand on Blaine's chest, already believing that Kurt fancied the fair amount of chest hair there, collapsing when he felt Kurt's mouth descending onto his throbbing cock, his tongue evilly teasing by licking his wet head. Holy Jesus...
Blaine's head faced up, eyes closed, crying out when Kurt took him whole, the sensation—thanks to his hyperactive senses—was just too much. "NNNNGGHH! Kurt, fuuuuuck..."
Fisting a hand into Kurt's hair and another onto the sheets beside him, Blaine choked as Kurt bobbed up and down, the suction, tongue, sucking, licking...it was surreal, it was perfect.
Moments passed, the author concentrated all his energy on Kurt taking him in, speed and pressure increasing, moans growing monstrous and eyes screwed shut. "K-Kurt, I'm...I'm gonna...come...mnnnnnggghhh!"
That made Kurt stop, a wet noise occurred as he slipped out, smirking before whining when Blaine jerked against him, their sweat-slicked bodies building the tension and want inside them. Sloppy, broken kisses were exchanged as Blaine knew that he couldn't continue anymore.
"Fuck, gonna come so hard...feelssogood..." Kurt mumbled, they rocked and whimpered, never had so much pleasure invaded his body. "I'm close..."
"So am I, shit," Blaine confessed. Sparks of light exploded in his darkness, feeling so exposed and every kiss, touch and lick from Kurt was defeating him. They continued rutting against each other, foreheads pressed together, feeling the burn in their bellies and ache deep in their balls.
"Blaine—fuck, I-I...oh, BLAINE! FUCK!" The countertenor climaxed with an excruciatingly defeated cry, white pearly ropes of his release spurting into his and Blaine's abdomens, Blaine almost conquered when he felt it land on his chest a bit. He clung onto his boyfriend amidst groans, welcoming the man's familiar cologne while melting under the immense waves of his orgasm before peering down to see Blaine desperately rubbing against him, eager to gain more friction.
The blind man whimpered when Kurt wrapped a hand around his cock, chanting his name as he shuddered and heaved for air. "That's it...come on, just let go, Blaine..."
He surrendered, his cock pulsing and twitching before peaking, Kurt's stroking eased and relaxed him before the he felt the air grow hot. They both melted into each other, Blaine frantically searching for Kurt's hands and smiling when he met him halfway.
After Kurt stood to grab tissues to clean up, they held each other, cradling for another five minutes before dozing off on the bed.
Blaine had forgotten—hopefully this wouldn't be their last—that he allowed a man in and touch him for the first time in eight months.
And his insecurities were the last things on his mind.
They fell asleep, noses touching.
Together, yet stronger.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that little update after a whole month—think many of you have been waiting for this! While things are lovey-dovey for Klaine, I did tell you a long time ago that angst/drama's coming up for these two (Uh-oh!) and Santana will return. Let me know what you think and an update's coming up!