Kurt couldn't do homework without music. Without the noise he couldn't concentrate easily. He didn't fully understand why that was, but it just worked that way. He never put it very loud, he didn't want to be distracted by the lyrics, but when Finn had moved in it had gotten a little louder than when he just lived with his dad. He'd also moved to headphones so he couldn't hear any little noise his step-brother made.
Unfortunately this meant he never heard knocks at the door. So when warm hands slid over his eyes, Kurt freaked out just a little. He gasped and grabbed the wrists of the person blinding him. "Hi, Kurt." Blaine's voice leaked through the headphones and Kurt relaxed, tension leaving him.
He let go of Blaine's wrists and pulled the earbuds out of his ears and Blaine's hands left his face. Kurt turned around in his chair to see him. "Hi." Kurt couldn't help but smile brightly. "How're you?"
"Good." Blaine answered. He was leaning against the back of Kurt's chair, arms braced on it to support him. "But I know what can make it better."
"Oh?" Kurt's heart sped up instantly. "What?"
"Hazard a guess." Blaine smirked, leaning even closer to Kurt's face. The way Kurt was turned around in the chair made it feel like Blaine was towering over him. His heart sped just a little more.
"Um… chocolate?" Kurt guessed coyly.
"Hmm," Blaine hummed. "Not quite." Then his mouth was on Kurt's, gently pressing warmth into his body. "More like vanilla chapstick."
"Oh, well… I'm not willing to share."
"Oh, then I guess I'll just have to find another way." Blaine smiled and kissed him again, reaching a hand up to gently cup Kurt's face. His tongue licked across Kurt's bottom lip quickly and then retreated back into his mouth. Teeth nipped at Kurt's lips, pleasurable pinpricks of pain that shot right through him. He moaned quietly, unable to stop the noise.
Blaine pulled away slowly. "Hey, Kurt."
"Hi." Kurt answered breathlessly. Blaine pecked him once more on the lips and then backed away completely. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down on the edge of Kurt's bed. Kurt had to turn the opposite way in his chair to continue looking at Blaine. He raised an eyebrow at the college boy.
"I just came to visit." Blaine said with a calm smile.
Kurt bit the inside of his lip and frowned. "Really? You just want to hang out?"
"Well yeah." Blaine shrugged and wriggled a little farther back on the bed, until the joint of his knee hit the edge of the bed. "I do think you're cool and all. I want us to be friends."
"Friends who kiss?" It was out of his mouth before he really thought anything about it.
Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked down, away, for a few seconds. When he looked back up at Kurt he shrugged. "It sounds a bit bad like that, but… a little I guess."
Kurt looked away, his heart sinking a little.
"I mean… I like you, you KNOW I do. I just… the same reasons apply as before I came back. Just because we'll be having all this time now doesn't mean the same things won't be a problem again when I go back to school in a month. I… I don't want to do that to you, not for your first boyfriend."
"But you're okay with being my first friends with benefits?" Kurt asked, a bit of anger leaking into his tone.
"Kurt… if you don't want what I can offer, well, then I won't push myself on you. This is all up to you really. I've told you what I'm comfortable with, you can chose if that's acceptable to you or not." Blaine said. "It's really all we can do in this situation."
Kurt stared at the man… his very PRESENCE distracted Kurt, flooding his body with so many hormones he'd never experienced before. He bit his lip a little harder… Blaine was… he wasn't going to budge on this was he? Kurt looked away from him, picking up his pencil and spinning it absentmindedly.
He took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on the twirling of his pencil. It was harder when he was thinking about it.
"I need to think about it." Kurt said softly.
"That's alright." Blaine nodded once, the movement clear out of the corner of Kurt's eye. "Is it okay if I hang out in here still though? As much as I love Finn, it's a little much after a while."
"That's okay." Kurt said. "I'm doing homework though."
"I'll check out your books or something." Blaine shrugged. "If that's okay."
"It is." Kurt agreed. He looked up to see Blaine sliding off his bed and going for his books. He watched the way Blaine's clothes tighten as he squatted down. "Homework." He whispered to himself and forced his eyes back to his math. He put his earbuds back in and put the music back on.
The numbers swim across the page. Kurt took a deep breath, held it, then slowly let it out. He barely registered it when Blaine moved around behind him.
Blaine ended up laying on Kurt's bed reading Twilight for the sheer amusement it brings. He was a fan of romance, and could even recognize some good things in the book, but he had to admit, it was crappy. He laughed at some of the corny dialog and couldn't help exclaiming in annoyance when Bella went from 'oh he's glaring at me' to 'omg I LOVE him' without so much as ONE conversation.
Kurt didn't look up once. He made occasional frustrated squawks at his work and pouted at his calculator. Then he'd make a delighted and enlightened face and quickly scribble more things down on his paper almost furiously. He was equally as entertaining as the book.
He really was a good looking boy Blaine mused. His skin was really soft, and his eyes were beautiful. Blaine had felt how surprisingly firm his body was, he'd lost a lot of the baby fat he'd probably had. There were a few pictures around the house Blaine had found of young Kurt, he looked cute and adorable. But the boy in front of him, while those words were still applicable, was definitely grown up from that time. As young as he looked, he was definitely not as young as he seemed. Blaine kind of liked that. It was like a layer of innocent mystery Kurt probably wasn't even aware he possessed.
And now he sounded like a fawning thing akin to Bella Swan. Blaine couldn't contain his laugh at that one. He must have laughed louder than before, or maybe it was just that Kurt was done with his homework, but the boy looked up then. He slid the lid back on his calculator and pulled out his earbuds.
"Was I too loud?"
"No." Kurt shook his head. "I'm just done with this. It's eating my brain and I can't concentrate anymore." He stretched a little and it pulled the hem of his very stylish shirt up at the bottom just enough to bare a strip of skin. Blaine stared at it, entranced. Kurt let out a big sigh and then dropped his arms. "Are you reading Twilight?"
"Yes." Blaine answered frankly. Kurt owned it, he couldn't very well say anything about Blaine reading it.
"I forgot I had that." Kurt said, but he blushed. He most certainly had not forgotten.
"I don't believe you."
Kurt bit his lip adorable and shifted in his seat. "I… I might have a small, SMALL crush on Taylor Lautner."
Blaine laughed out loud, slumping against Kurt's pillows further. "Me too. He's hot." Kurt's eyes widened and Blaine suddenly remembered the exact number of boys Kurt had heard something like that comment from. "Anymore celebrity crushes?" Blaine asked to ease that tension. "I favor Jackson Rathbone myself, from those movies anyway."
Kurt smiled brightly then and got off his desk chair. He perched on the end of his own bed, looking at Blaine and leaning against his footboard. "He's too blond." Kurt offered.
"Eh," Blaine shrugged. "I like lighter hair, besides, I saw him in a few other things."
"He's in other stuff?"
"Yeah, he was in that Last Airbender movie. An episode of Criminal Minds too, that's how I found that show actually."
Kurt's eyes widened. "You watch it too?"
Blaine laughed. "Yeah, though I haven't watched all of it. I watched it with my friend Hannah and we decided that Reed was the cutest nerd alive and Morgan was the definition of 'beefcake'."
Kurt laughed and came a little closer, skooching up the bed. "Morgan is attractive."
"Very." Blaine agreed. "You never answered the question though, anymore celebrity crushes?"
Kurt bit his lip, scooted a little closer and said: "David Krumholtz. He was in 10 Things I Hate About You and he's the math guy on NUMB3RS. I love his hair."
"I don't know him… we should look him up and you can show me." Blaine offered. "I wanna see your tastes."
Kurt nodded slowly and then got up to get his laptop off his desk. When he came back he sat next to Blaine, resting against the headboard. Blaine watched Kurt rather than the laptop as the boy set it up. He only looked down from Kurt's rather nice neck when he pointed at the screen and told Blaine to look. "That's him."
"Oh, he's Bernard!" Blaine exclaimed. "He's the head elf in the first two Santa Clause movies with Tim Allen. I know him."
"I try not to think of that." Kurt pouted at him playfully. "He's got a bit of a big nose, but I still like him."
"He's cute, not my type but cute." Blaine agreed.
"He's better when he's jumping around all excited; I love when he does that." Kurt admitted. He seemed… relieved maybe, that he could finally have this type of conversation with someone Blaine noted. That he could be honest with something like this and not be judged, because Blaine UNDERSTOOD.
"Oh, speaking of jumping around all excited…" Blaine put his hands on the laptop, silently asking to be allowed to take it. "Look at Jackson Rathbone." He opened YouTube. "I like this video." Ugly Girl played and Kurt stared at the screen with an increasingly dismayed look.
"Okay, pick someone else to oogle." Kurt playfully shoved Blaine's shoulder. "Let's look at something else."
"Okay… how about… Johnny Depp, there's always love for Johnny Depp." Blaine offered. Kurt nodded and Blaine typed it into Google images.
They oohed and awed at pictures of him, eventually running into a really good Pirates one with Orlando Bloom and switching over to the latter. Despite Kurt's disinterest in doing so, Blaine eventually led them to the Lord of the Rings, were he properly drooled over a dirty Viggo Mortenson. "I don't know what is about that man, but the dirtier he gets in this movie, the hotter he is." Blaine sighed happily.
"That's disgusting." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"But so true." Blaine said. "You have to admit it's true."
"I don't see the appeal of dirt, Blaine." Kurt persisted. Blaine pointed at several pictures of the man dirty.
"HOW can you not see it?" Blaine asked. "He's fucking HOT like that."
"He's dirty and sweaty and probably smells like a battlefield." Kurt deadpanned. "I don't want to be anywhere near that much body odor."
"Shh, he's just for looking." Blaine insisted and bumped Kurt a little. "Beauty of a movie, you don't have to smell it."
"Which is a good thing 98% of the time." Kurt agreed and bumped Blaine back.
"Exactly, so you can just appreciate how good he looks dirty without having to worry about anything else." Blaine bumped Kurt again and met resistance; Kurt was pushing back at the same time.
"But he's dirty." Kurt complained as he pushed, dropping a foot off the bed to gain leverage on the lip of the bed frame. Blaine did the same.
"So." Blaine moved the laptop off his lap as he pushed against Kurt harder. They rose off the bed a little, the strength of their legs the only thing holding them up. "Are you really doing this with me right now?"
"Yes…?" Kurt said and then broke down laughing, his chuckles sending pleasant vibrations through every part where they touched. "What are we doing?"
"Fighting for the right of rightness." Blaine proclaimed and straightened his leg more to off balance Kurt. "You will say I'm right."
"In your dreams college boy." Kurt answered and then it was war!
With one swift push Kurt sent Blaine off the bed, but Blaine was quick too. He landed well enough to launch himself back on the bed and on Kurt, pinning the younger boy to the mattress. "Say I'm right."
"Never." Kurt said and managed to flip them. Blaine had no idea how he ended up underneath Kurt, but he kind of liked being there.
Now was not the time however, now was the time for WINNING! He wrapped his legs around Kurt's hips and wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, making Kurt hold all his weight. Despite what Kurt might think, Blaine was the one more in control in this situation. There wasn't much moving Kurt could manage with Blaine hanging off him like a limpet.
"Damn." Kurt whined.
His arms trembled and Blaine pounced, dropping his legs, planting his feet and flipping Kurt off him. He followed, pinning Kurt's hips with his body weight and grabbing the boy's wrists. He brought one to his mouth and sucked a kiss on it. "I'm right, Kurt. I win and you know it."
Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head as Blaine sucked another kiss just below his wrist. "Okay." Kurt agreed and it was half a moan.