Chapter 11: Heart

AN: If Blaine doesn't sing this at some point:

www(dot)youtube(dot)com(slash)watch?v=2lpXbAaLmjA

I will die. It is the most perfect song ever! Really, he NEEDS to sing this to Kurt… please?

SMUT WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER!

MY FIRST TIME WRITING REAL SMUT SO, (sniff) be gentle? I'm losing my virginity here guys, so please don't be mean about it! I know it's kind of cheesy, kind of predictable, and not really as detailed as some people would like, but I tired. I have to start somewhere, eh?

At least I never said 'he put his thingy in my you-know-what'. Cookies and a huge 'I'm sorry' for you if you get the reference.

I hope you all had a romantic day with that special someone, or if you're single (like me) you at least had fun with your friends and didn't pity yourself to much! At least we have Klaine! (I will be alone forever).

XxXxX

The party had started to cool down. In fact, almost everyone had left except most of the Glee kids.

Kurt had cuddled himself into his boyfriend's side. He knew no one from their choir would care-Brittany and Santana were making out in the corner anyway, and if the other kids wanted something to stare at, they would probably be more likely to watch the lesbian action then two gay guys snuggling, anyway.

"I love watching you preform." Kurt whispered, like it was a secret meant only for Blaine's ears. "You're whole face lights up and you look so carefree and beautiful."

Blaine turned his face so he could nuzzle into Kurt's cheek. "Have you seen yourself sing, Kurt? You're like the sun-everything orbits around you, but no matter what you're the brightest."

Kurt smiled as his heart did excited leaps in his chest. Only Blaine had ever made him feel this way-only Blaine could.

Kurt sighed then, frowning as he remembered what had happened earlier that same day. "I had a secret admirer this week." He said neutrally.

Kurt could feel Blaine's body tense next to his before Blaine shifted away slightly, so they were close but no longer touching. Kurt's frown deepened at the smaller male's face; it looked as though he was steeling himself for something. Like rejection or heartbreak.

"Hey," Kurt cooed, shifting so he was turned in his seat, his arms open. "Come back here. I wasn't done cuddling with the man I love."

Blaine's eyes darted around quickly, and though Kurt understood why, it still made his chest tighten. But then he sighed happily because Blaine was pressing his face to the side of Kurt's neck as they were wound in each other's arms.

The older boy lifted a hand to twirl the tiny loose curls at the nape of Blaine's neck soothingly.

They sat like that a moment, simply being.

"Apparently, David Karofsky thinks he's in love with me." Kurt said without preamble.

Blaine lifted his face and moved back slightly so he was staring at his lover without moving from his embrace. His hazel-gold eyes widened like a deer, his long eyelashes making his eyes look even bigger. "Wait, seriously? After all the shit that guy-"

"I know." Kurt said with a humorless laugh. "But it doesn't matter now-I told him I liked him as a friend and that I love you." Kurt accented the 'you' by kissing Blaine's nose immediately afterwards, so there could be no mistake of who he was talking about.

Blaine sighed happily, moving so he was tucked against Kurt once more. Kurt turned to plant a quick kiss on Blaine's gel covered head, but his mind was moving a mile a minute.

He had failed as a boyfriend again if Blaine thought Kurt would leave him for the next gentlemen caller. He was supposed to take care of Blaine and make him feel loved, which in turn made the countertenor feel loved.

"Blaine?" Kurt began. After Blaine hummed in response, Kurt continued "Let's go back to your house-this party's getting kind of boring."

Kurt felt light he could fly when he felt Blaine's gorgeous smile against his neck.

XxXxX

"Can we try something new?" Kurt whispered hotly, his lips ghosting over Blaine's in the most tantalizing way.

Blaine was having trouble processing the question. All round him was heat and Kurt-the smell of him, the musky sweet taste of him lingering on the back of Blaine's throat, the sight of him, blushing with dark eyes and bruised lips and wild hair, cock flushed and at attention just for Blaine. Long fingers were skimming across his bare back and all Blaine wanted was for Kurt to actually touch him and send those shockwaves through him instead of these teasing brushes that left him wanting. The taller boy was right in front of him, completely naked, so damn close but much too far and why the hell was Kurt not pressed up against him?

"Whatever you want, Kurt, please" Blaine panted into his lover's mouth, not even caring that he sounded desperate because Kurt was so fucking close and he wanted-needed to be touched so fucking bad that nothing else seemed to matter.

"Would you be okay with being on your hands and knees for me, baby?" Kurt asked, his beautifully angled face coloring even more, his pink tongue darting out to moisten those red lips.

Blaine moaned, imagining Kurt's body pressed into his back while fucking him so hard Blaine could barely hold himself up and Kurt would whisper into his ear and have to hold Blaine so he didn't collapse and-"God yes, Kurt, that'd be-fuck yes!"

And suddenly they were flush together, each swallowing the others moans greedily as their hips slotted together and finally-finally their cocks brushed and slid perfectly and Blaine felt like he was a dying man just given eternal life as the friction took over until he was in complete bliss.

He tugged hard on Kurt's hair in a way he knew drove Kurt insane as Kurt cupped Blaine's ass, pulling them impossibly closer.

Blaine pulled his mouth back, the whine Kurt released in response going straight to his cock. "Need you-need-" Blaine tried, but Kurt cut him off with an opened mouth kiss, his tongue licking all over the inside of Blaine's mouth, taking him, claiming him, and all Blaine could do was slump against Kurt and moan like a porn star, all the while grinding their hips sensually.

Kurt removed his mouth form Blaine and moved to suck at the sensitive juncture in Blaine's neck. Blaine threw his head back to give the countertenor more access, knowing he'd have hickies tomorrow-knowing everyone would know that Kurt had taken him and loving it.

Kurt stopped his ministrations and gave Blaine a burning look, his multi-shaded eyes nearly completely navy. "Get on the bed for me" he whispered, breathe dragging over Blaine's bruised neck.

Blaine didn't need to be told twice.

The junior settled himself on all fours in the center of the plush bed, his ass in the air and his entire body thumping with anticipation. It had been two weeks since he and Kurt had last had sex, and even longer since Kurt had topped-Blaine was certain he would go mad if he didn't have Kurt inside him in the next few minutes.

Without warning his ass-cheeks were spread and a wet pressure was moving against his entrance. Blaine's eyes crossed from the sheer pleasure of the silkiness as it lapped around his hole in tiny kitten-licks.

"Ah-Kurt, fuck-FUCK"

"Hm, you taste so good." Kurt moaned, his warm breath against Blaine's opening making the younger male shudder and push back into Kurt's face in need.

Kurt seemed to understand the message for the next thing Blaine knew Kurt's tongue was inside him, swirling around his walls and all Blaine could do was moan wantonly and attempt to stay upright despite how badly his arms were wobbling, obscene things pouring from his mouth, most of which involved Kurt's name. Fuck, why hadn't they done this before?

This seemed to motivate Kurt, who proceeded to start using his talented tongue to screw Blaine in earnest.

Everything except Kurt's name evaporated from Blaine's mind and all he could do was chant it like a mantra while the taller continuously proved how sinful a person's mouth could be.

The younger felt himself getting close-much to close considering Kurt hadn't even fingered him yet. God, Kurt hadn't even touched him yet!

"St-st-fuck, Kurt, fuck, God-stop!" Blaine panted, though he didn't know how effective he was when he mewled and curled his toes at the end.

Kurt immediately obeyed, leaning forwards and running a hand through Blaine's sweaty hair soothingly. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Kurt asked, worry evident in his hoarse voice.

Blaine couldn't help the small, chocked off laughed that bubbled from his throat. "I'm fine-perfect, actually-but you're going to make me come if you keep doing that, and I really want you inside me."

A high moan fell from Kurt's lips and the hand that was brushing through his boyfriend's hair stopped to travel slowly down his spine instead, making Blaine shiver beneath him.

"Well then, I shouldn't keep you waiting, should I?" Kurt whispered, removing his hand just as it reached where Blaine wanted it the most.

The now familiar sound of lube being opened reach Blaine as he panted, attempting to get himself back under control despite the want pulsing throughout his entire being.

"Hurry"

Kurt obliged, quickly filling Blaine with his slick middle finger. Blaine moaned and bucked under him, trying to get more, trying to swallow Kurt entirely.

Soon Kurt was moving three fingers in and out of the body below him and Blaine was arching, his arms sore and about to give out, but he couldn't care less.

"Now, Kurt, I-I need-" Blaine was cut off by his own whimper as Kurt's fingers pulled out of him and the emptiness took over, only to be turned into a moan as Kurt pushed inside him, stretching him, filling him completely and fully.

Blaine's arms really did give out this time, but Kurt caught him, holding him up with his surprisingly strong arms, his front pressed to Blaine's back.

Blaine whimpered as he got used to the intrusion. Somehow he felt even more filled then he could ever remember being, and more loved and whole with Kurt pressed against him like this. It was like losing his virginity again, and it felt good.

"Move" Blaine cried brokenly, nearly sobbing when Kurt started rocking into him as he whispered nonsensical words of love in Blaine's ear.

Kurt shifted slightly so he was pounding into Blaine's prostate with every thrust, and Blaine was left a screaming mess. He was pretty sure he was thanking Kurt for doing this, for making love to him like this and suggesting this position and loving him and everything under the sun.

Blaine didn't last long-how could he with how intimate and amazing everything had been?-and soon his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and he was babbling incoherently, something like 'Kurt' and guttural screams falling from his lips as he came from Kurt's cock alone.

Soon after Kurt was doing the same, filling Blaine with his seed and wailing Blaine's name like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

When Kurt collapsed, both he and Blaine completely spent, Blaine couldn't care less that his face was pressed into a pillow and he could barely breathe. All that mattered was Kurt's warm body covering his, protecting him, and loving him.

"I love you" Kurt mumbled into his back, slowly pulling out and flopping down next to Blaine instead.

Blaine whimpered pathetically and crawled over to his lover, snuggling into his perfect pale chest, sighing contently when Kurt wrapped his arms around him and placed a chaste kiss on the top of his head.

"I love you too." Blaine returned sleepily. He was covered so completely by Kurt's scent and love that nothing in the world could take this feeling away.

Well, except for when Kurt left him for at least a year.

He placed a small kiss over Kurt's heart. "I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself sometimes." Blaine admitted, pushing the bad feelings away for later.

Kurt kissed the sweaty curls on Blaine's head again, only this time it lingered. Blaine could feel Kurt taking deep breaths in his hair, absorbing his scent. Blaine's heart was jumping in the best way possible at the sensation. "Well, in two years we'll be living together, and we can see each other every day and come home to each other, and officially become a family."

Blaine pressed himself closer at the words. He wanted that, so bad-more than anything.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kurt," He whispered, unable to find the words to say what he really wanted-to express his gratitude, to tell Kurt how much he loved him, how much he'd miss him…

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby,"

XxXxX

Kurt frowned. There was a buzzing in his ears, loud and insistent.

He groaned, moving his hands off the warm mass they'd been resting on to cover his ears, bumping against something soft in the process.

There was a small whine-nearly drown on by the continuous buzzing-and the warmth on top of Kurt shifted until he was covered more fully than before, the same softness he had brushed against now tucked under his chin.

Wait… it moved and made sounds and was warm…

Kurt's eyes snapped open as he remembered that Blaine was snoozing peacefully on his chest with his head pushed under Kurt's chin and that only his cell phone made that buzzing sound when he was being texted.

Kurt removed his hands from his ears, instinctively moving one arm to encompass his sleeping lover-who unconsciously sighed in satisfaction and nuzzled into Kurt's neck, which was probably the most adorable thing Kurt had ever seen and heard-while the other waved in the general direction of the buzzing so he could turn it off and stay cuddled with his boyfriend.

Who was texting him so early in the morning anyway? It's not like he had to be anywhere this morning, so what was the point?

Unfortunately, in his blind grouping all Kurt came into contact with was dried seamen, which made him wrinkle his nose and think 'we really need to get better about cleaning up before we fall asleep…'

"Stop moving" Blaine mumbled groggily. "Sleep now"

Kurt smiled, stopping his search so he could run his fingers through the dark curls on Blaine's head.

'He's so cute'

The buzzing stopped, and Kurt may have fallen back asleep if 'For Good' from Wicked hadn't started blaring obnoxiously loud, signaling Rachel was trying to call him.

He huffed, realizing his NYADA partner wasn't going to give up until she had contacted him-and he loved Rachel, really, but this was probably about something stupid or Finn related. And really, that took no president to having Blaine in his arms.

Nevertheless, Kurt rolled Blaine off of him-which was actually a lot easier than it sounds-and stood slowly, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the tune started playing again the second it had stopped.

Kurt smiled down at Blaine-who had curled himself into a ball-and admired his tan skin, long, dark eyelashes, and slightly parted lips. He was so beautiful… but he was frowning slightly and reaching around. Kurt new it was for him.

Kurt sighed as the song started up for a third time, moving to the other side of the bed to find where he had left his bag after dropping a kiss on the younger male's forehead.

"What do you want Rachel?" Kurt asked tiredly into the phone once he'd found it, wanting to get this over with so he could wrap Blaine in his arms again.

"Kurt? Thank God! You weren't at school all day and no matter who texted you, you wouldn't answer and then we realized Blaine wasn't here either and we thought something may've happened and we were so worried and-"

"Wait, Rachel," Kurt interrupted, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Slow down-what happened?"

Rachel took an audible breathe over the line, pausing for dramatic effect. "Okay. So Kurt, where are you?"

Kurt shifted his weight so it was rested on one leg. "I'm at Blaine's, but what does-"

"Did something happen? Did that Warbler attack him again?" Rachel asked anxiously.

Now Kurt was really confused. "What? No, he's fine. What made you think he was attacked?"

"Well, I mean, it's just not like you guys to just not show up for school and it's already lunch. We've been telling teachers that you guys are sick, because we just assumed sense you aren't here…"

Kurt dropped his phone. He had forgotten in the haze of Valentine's Day that it was still a Tuesday and they were still expected at school on Wednesday-today.

Kurt flew around the room, realizing with horror that if they wanted to make at least their afternoon classes they'd need to just grab some cloths and go without showing or skin care of hair spray/gel.

And Blaine was still asleep.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted, tugging on one of Blaine's button-ups, refusing to wear the same outfit twice in a row no matter that the shirt was too small on him. "Blaine, you need to wake up now"

Blaine murmured sleepily in response, curling up more on himself so his knees were nearly touching his chest.

Kurt rolled his eyes, too stressed to appreciate the cuteness and vulnerability of Blaine sleeping like that.

Kurt grabbed Blaine under his arms, forcing him into a sitting position.

Blaine gave a small scream as he woke, only to be cut off by Kurt pressing their lips together in apology.

"I'm sorry, baby, but we really need to get up now." Kurt explained, pressing another chaste kiss to Blaine's lips before looking for his pants from yesterday. He knew he would defiantly not be able to fit into his boyfriend's skinnies, and trying would just waste more time.

"What's happening? Is something wrong?" Blaine asked anxiously, standing much too quickly and having to sit down again.

Kurt threw him a concerned look over his shoulder as he attempted to get his skinny jeans on without having to lie on the floor like a moron in front of his boyfriend. He was totally comfortable with Blaine and trusted him completely, but doing that kind of crossed the line.

"Nothing-it's just noon already and we forgot about school." Kurt bit out, his head turned just enough to see Blaine flinch slightly at the harsh tone. Or maybe it was at what Kurt had said. He wasn't sure.

Either way Blaine was standing gingerly and made his way over to his closet while Kurt finished tugging on his skinnies.

Kurt quickly ran a hand through his hair so his bangs were somewhat brushed up before running over to help his boyfriend get dressed.

"Sorry," Blaine said softly as Kurt buttoned his shirt. "I'm kind of sore and-"

Kurt's heart tightened at Blaine's downcast look. "It's alright baby boy," Kurt whispered, stopping briefly in his buttoning to smooth his fingers through Blaine curls, smiling as the smaller boy leaned into the touch. "I like taking care of you."

Kurt continued buttoning, even when Blaine leaned in and kissed him tenderly.

Though his dad would probably be upset when the school called to say he missed his morning classes and he was going to have make up work and Santana would never let him hear the end of how he and Blaine forgot about school due to mind blowing sex-and she would know; somehow she always knew-this was still probably one of the most perfect moments in Kurt's life.

He was looking forwards to many more.