17

Touch

Blaine stepped into the empty choir room, clearing his throat. "Hey, uh, Schuester, right?" The teacher in the vest turned, smiling pleasantly.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I wanted to audition for Glee club," he said.

"Sure!" He beamed, happy to add a new member. "Did you already have something prepared or did you want some time?"

"No, I can audition whenever," he explained. "I was in the Warblers over at Dalton." Will's brows rose.

"Dalton, huh?"

"I won't be a behavioral problem, I promise," he assured. "I mean, unless someone wants to get in my face, then they'll have the problem, not you." Will laughed it off nervously.
"Uh, yeah, if you wanna audition go ahead," he sat down in a chair, gesturing the open space in front of him.
Blaine talked with the huddle of bandies still gathered in the room, each of them nodding as he stepped to the middle of the tile.

"Do you dream that the world will know your name? So tell me your name. Do you care about all the little things, or anything at all? I wanna feel all the chemicals inside. I wanna feel. I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive, to know I'm alive..."

"Don't tell me if I'm dyin', 'cause I don't wanna know. If I can't see the sun maybe I should go. Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreamin' of angels on the moon. Where everyone you know never leaves too soon."

Rachel squeezed Kurt's hand, leaning close to him, beaming. "We've so got Regionals."

"I told you he was good," he whispered dreamily.

The song gained speed, Blaine's eyes closing as he lost himself in the song, knowing his own angel was right there for him.

"This is the one last day in the shadows, and to know a brother's love. This is to New York city angels-" Kurt's grin broadened. "and the rivers of our blood. This is to all of us. To all of us." He softened, right in front of everyone in his leather jacket and toothpick tucked in the corner of his mouth, usual scowl melted away. "So don't tell me if I'm dyin', 'cause I don't wanna know. If I can't see the sun maybe I should go..."

"So what happened to him being a badass?" Puck asked, genuinely confused. Artie shook his head rapidly, leaning back.

"Dude, don't go there. He looks nice right now but I watched him flip Azimos into a trashcan with one hand this morning," he whispered. Puck swallowed, leaning back while Brittany bobbed happily beside him.

"Yeah you can tell me all your thoughts about the stars that fill polluted skies. And show me where you run to when no one's left to take your side. Don't tell me where the road ends cause I just don't wanna know. No I don't wanna know."

A wonderful thing about not being able to see was feeling music. It's beyond listening to it, it's feeling it, seeing shades and colors for different feelings and emotions, for seeing the rivers of auras and emotion that seeped through his skin. Which was probably why he was so close to tears right now.

Don't tell me if I'm dyin'! Don't tell me if I'm dyin'!" The song ended and Blaine stopped, his smirk planted back where it belonged, eyes only for Kurt while the others applauded.

"Thank you Blaine!" Schuester clapped, laughter in his voice. "Okay guys, now that we have Blaine's voice in the mix we can really get started on preparing for regionals!"

Blaine made his way over, grabbing the leg of Rachel's chair and sliding her closer to Finn and placing his own chair beside Kurt in the same swift movement.

"Dude, that was awesome," Mike said behind him. Blaine nodded, bumping their fists together.

"Yeah, I know."

Kurt sighed happily, leaning his head against Blaine's shoulder, holding his hand.

"So how's your first day been?" He asked. "Other than tossing Azimos into the garbage this morning."

"He was the one trash talking," Blaine teased. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I'm glad you're here with me."

"I'm glad I'm here too," he whispered.

"You know," Kurt said quietly, looking straight ahead as if he were listening to Mr. Schuester's assignment. "Dad and Carole won't be home tonight and Finn's going out with Sam and Puck so...We'll have the house to ourselves." Blaine shifted in his seat, suddenly very aware of Kurt's hand on his leg.

"What are you suggesting?" He said, voice dark and low. Kurt licked his lips, swallowing hard.

"Take a guess."

"Are you sure about this?" Blaine whispered, holding his waist. Kurt took a breath, incredibly nervous.

"I trust you," he breathed, allowing him to hold him. Blaine stared at him the semidarkness, the bed beside them, Kurt and all of his layers in front of him. So beautiful, so innocent.

"Kurt, I...I don't deserve you," he breathed. "You've never...and I..." Kurt kissed him slowly, deeply, spreading that fire that was already sparking between them.

"Don't," he said, fingers in his hair. "I love you and...and I'm ready."

Blaine stared at him, shaking his head, holding his cheek. "You're absolutely sure?"

Kurt kissed him again, sliding his tongue past his lips and tangling them together. Blaine moaned softly, tightening his grip on his waist. "I'm sure. Just...go slow, okay?"

"Promise."

They continued kissing, Kurt's hands sliding up Blaine's shoulders to snake inside his jacket, taking it from his shoulders and touching his arms with shaking fingers. Their kisses stayed slow and deep, Kurt taking Blaine's lower lip in his mouth, suckling softly, heart pounding. Blaine cautiously started to undo the buttons on his shirt, the vest discarded across the room, slowly letting his lips kiss his jaw and finally his neck. Kurt shuddered under his touch, licking his lips, squeezing his wrists. "You okay?" He said softly, his stubble scratching at his neck in a slow burn. He nodded rapidly, swallowing hard. He ripped his undershirt over his head, leaving his chest bare and shaking.

Blaine looked over his skin, practically salivating. "God, Kurt."

"That bad, huh?" He said, breathy, nervous. Blaine shook his head.

"No. God no. You're..." Carefully, he reached out to touch his skin, moaning at the feel of his skin under the pads of his fingers. He wrapped his arms around him, sinking his lips into his neck, trailing to the skin between his shoulder, feeling the velvet softness of his back and his arms. Kurt gasped and cooed, shaking from the new sensations. He slowly tugged on Blaine's shirt, waiting for him to break away, his cheeks pinked, breath labored. "You're so beautiful," Blaine breathed, touching his cheek. Kurt's blush deepened as he tore Blaine's shirt away, tentatively touching bare skin. He felt everything. The goosebumps rising on his flesh, the sparse trail of hair from his chest to his stomach, the contraction of his muscles as he attempted to breathe evenly. Kurt gasped when Blaine did, touching a nipple in his exploration and surprising each other.

"Sorry," he mumbled. Blaine shook his hand, hand over his to keep him there.

"Don't be."

They kissed, slow and deep while Kurt's fingers still worked over the perked bud, moving to the other to hear Blaine moan again. He broke from their lips, his eyes dark and lusting. He kissed down his neck to his chest, tonguing closer and closer until he lapped at his nipple. Kurt cried out, throwing his head back, Blaine's hand on his back the only thing steadying him.

"Blaine!" He shuddered, the heat pooled in his jeans almost overwhelming.

"Are you okay? Should I stop?" He asked, suddenly panicked. Kurt shook his head.

"I'm okay," he nodded. More soft kisses to his chest, working his way to the other, his thumb still circling the other. Kurt latched onto his back, scratching and clawing, eliciting growls above his own wanton whimpers. "Bl-Blaine, slow down, just for a second."

He stopped immediately, facing him, holding his cheek, kissing him chastely to cool them both down. He pressed himself close, feeling him skin to skin. Kurt shuddered again, his skin rippling and melting. He clung to him, sucking a hard hickey into his neck, slightly manic and desperate in his kisses.

"Shh, it's alright. Do we need to stop?"

"N-no," he sighed. "Absolutely not." Blaine stroked and caressed his skin, marveling at how creamy and beautiful he was. His blue eyes positively glowed in the semidarkness, lips swollen and pink. So beautiful.

"Kurt," he whispered. The innocence in his face was captivating, breathtaking even. "You're sure you want to do this with me?"

"Wh-why wouldn't I?"

"I don't deserve you," he said simply. "I don't deserve what you're giving me. I don't have anything to give you."

"I didn't expect you to." A soft kiss to his forehead. "I want this, Blaine. I want you. I want to give myself to you. I love you."

He fell into his lips, taking him back into that world where nothing existed but skin, heat and yearning, where only the two of them existed.

Kurt gasped again when they fell onto his bed, rolling so he was above Blaine. He reached felt him, kissing his fingers, fingers smoothing over his arms, tracing the veins, feeling every inch of his skin, mapping him out in his mind. He kissed down his stomach, sighing heavily before gingerly touching the button of his jeans.

"It's okay," Blaine said, touching his hair. "Go ahead." The jeans were torn away before Kurt took off his own, blushing when Blaine whined desperately. "God, Kurt you're fucking flawless." He shook his head, still blushing.

"Blaine, you don't have to lie to me, just-" He was cut off by Blaine's hungry mouth devouring his lips, making him moan with his tongue.

"You know how many people I've been with," he whispered, "and you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, alright? I have never, ever seen anyone as gorgeous as you. I never will." Kurt fell beside him, kissing him languidly, both in their underwear, cautious to press against each other for fear of combustion. "I love you, Kurt," he whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Blaine put Kurt's hands on his hips, smiling when he hiccuped in surprise. "It's alright."

He moved slowly, taking the time to caress and feel every inch of skin he revealed before he slid them over his legs and onto the floor. His heart thudded in his chest, knowing that Blaine was completely naked beneath him, exposed in the open air, expecting. He touched his face, trying to understand what he was feeling.

Slightly apprehensive, vulnerable, just as much as he was, and so in love. "Kurt, you can touch me if you want," he whispered.

"I...I don't know how. I don't know what to do," he admitted, embarrassed.

"Whatever you do will be just fine, baby," he assured. "It's okay."

Blaine clenched the sheets tight in his fingers, watching Kurt duck his head to kiss the inside of his thighs and his lower belly, swallowing hard and trying not to shake. His lithe hand found his most sensitive areas, making him gasp at the touch of his hand. He whined without much thought, shutting his eyes when he carefully slid his hand down the shaft, tracing and teasing with his fingertips. "Kurt!" He gasped, shaking all over. "God, come here, baby." He leaned up, catching his lips, wilting a little when he let go, his hands sliding from his waist to his backside, squeezing and kneading. Kurt gasped, shutting his eyes.

"Oh, Blaine."

"Alright?"

"Yes," he gasped. Blaine slid his hands beneath the fabric of his briefs, feeling his flesh and trying not to absolutely scream in worship for every inch of his gorgeous body.

Kurt swallowed hard, his knees trembling as his underwear slid down his legs, leaving him just as naked as Blaine was, feeling every breath of air around him, including the hot, wet gasps Blaine was taking just a few inches from him. "Oh my God, Kurt, look at you," he whispered, not truly meaning to say it aloud.

Kurt tried to wriggle out of his briefs and get them on the floor, losing his balance and falling on top of him. Blaine laughed with him, giggling like crazy, nuzzling noses in the embarrassment. "I told you I don't know what I'm doing!"

"You're wonderful," Blaine smiled, kissing his nose and his lips, hands sliding down his back to touch the swell of his ass again, positively addicted to it.

"I'm underwear impaired," Kurt muttered. Blaine laughed again.

"Yep. That's what it is."
"Shut up and kiss me."

Minutes passed, the laughter turned to want again.

"Kurt," he whispered, leaning into his touch. "I surrender myself to you."

His heart clenched. At any other time it would have sounded overdone, cliché even. But now...knowing how vulnerable his eyes must be and how sincere he was. He'd never done this before, never truly let another lover in like this, let them have every piece of him when making love. Then again, this very well may have been the first time Blaine had made love instead of just casual sex and fucking. He may have been a virgin but he knew the difference.

"Me too," he assured. "Me too, baby."

Without warning Kurt brought his hips to Blaine's, touching members, touching skin to skin and moaning so loud it hurt his throat. Blaine shuddered, jerking his hips up into him. Kurt keened again, gripping his shoulders. "Is, is this how you want to do this?" Blaine breathed, sweat slicking his face.

"Is that alright?" He squeaked. A broken nod. They rutted against each other, sweat slicking their bodies, tension and need driving the both of them. They whimpered and moaned, wet, broken kisses connecting in no particular rhythm.

Sparks and bolts of light exploded in Kurt's darkness, his body like an exposed nerve, every inch that way. And this...this was almost too much for his mind to take. Never had so much pleasure wracked his body, every brush of Blaine's lips and curls like an explosion on his skin, so desperate to reach a release, knowing he wouldn't last long at all. "Blaine, I'm close," he warned, almost apologetic.

"M-me too," he admitted. "You're so beautiful, Kurt, oh god..."

"Mmm!"

Faster, foreheads pressed together, Kurt seeing him without truly seeing him.

"Oh God, Blaine!"

He shuddered, gasping and hanging onto him as tightly as he could.

"Kurt, oh Kurt, I'm-!" He screamed, whole body tensing.

They both melted against each other, heaving for air, warm and buzzing all over.

"Wow," Kurt breathed, tears slipping from his eyes. "I love you."

Blaine wiped his eyes. "You alright? You're okay, right? I didn't-"

"No," he assured, kissing his chest. "No, it's alright. I'm fine."

"Good."

He watched his face for the longest time, combing his hair back, stroking his cheek and his face. "Is it bad if I say if I want to spend the rest of my life with you?"

Kurt smiled, blushing. "No."

Blaine shut his eyes, still holding him close, so warm, safe and comfortable. "Good."

-Song credit "Angels On the Moon" Thriving Ivory-