Chapter 18: Prom-asaurus
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AN: This whole author's note will be a rant about Blaine's hair, so if you don't care or just want to read the story, do so.
What. The. Fuck. How has Kurt not seen Blaine's hair curly? I would except that Kurt was the only one to see it, but not that he'd never... They've had sex for flying-spaghetti-monster's sake! Wouldn't it have at least mostly come out then? Plus, they've been dating for over a year now, how has this not happened before!
I understand, Blaine hides behind his gel because he's insecure about himself, and that's adorable and realistic and all, but he and Kurt sing "Fucking Perfect" to each other-excuse me for thinking that implied they had seen ALL OF EACH OTHER and loved it!
They wouldn't even have to change the story if Kurt had seen it-it'd show the same character development and depth because Blaine finally trusts enough and has enough courage to show this part of himself in front of the public. Having Kurt NEVER have seen Blaine's hair before is just stupid and illogical! In fact, I think it takes away from the development because it made it seem like Blaine was doing it for Kurt instead of himself; if Kurt had seen it they could use it as Blaine becoming more confident around people, but now it just seems like he's more confident around Kurt instead of everyone…
PM me if you have a counter argument, because I'd really like to know why this happened.
BUT, I loved that they made his hair purposefully messier than it should be so it was like 'Blaine' instead of 'Darren'. Although, that prom picture they took was totally Darren and Chris-making silly faces and hanging off the dinosaur like ninjas… that was completely the actors, lol. I can just picture them off-screen discussing it…
Sigh. Enjoy!
WARNING: I don't know why you are reading this if you are opposed, but this chapter contains Top!Kurt. Before I saw the episode, I was honestly planning on Blaine topping, but after I actually saw Prom-asaurus it just seemed to work better if Kurt topped. That, and I'm a wee bit obsessed with Top!Kurt ;)
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"Kurt," Blaine whined, voice completely wrecked.
"Hm?" the boy in question responded, his voice calm and even as through he wasn't fisting the shorter male's cock in smooth, practiced strokes.
Blaine ground back against Kurt's crotch, pleased when the man behind him gave a high pitched keen. "Too many clothes" he panted, letting his head fall back against Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt hummed in agreement, taking his hand from Blaine's pants to push them around his ankles, the top half of his suit quickly fallowing.
Blaine shivered as his skin was exposed, moaning softly when Kurt began to suck harshly at the spot just beneath his ear, sure to leave a large bruise in the morning.
As soon as the taller male's mouth was off him Blaine spun around, making quick work of the top half of Kurt's ensemble, nipping at the perfect paleness of his chest as it was exposed. Blaine held Kurt's hips as he ran his broad tongue over one of Kurt's bright pink nipples. He smiled when Kurt mewled and clutched at his curls, holding Blaine's mouth in place as the taller boy's hips jerked at the action.
Blaine pinched the neglected bud while sucking the one his mouth was over, letting Kurt's moans wash over him. Knowing that he, Blaine Anderson, with his stupid curly hair and whining and obliviousness could make someone as amazing ad Kurt fall apart so easily made his heart jump happily.
A surprised gasp fell from Blaine's lips as he was yanked up by his curls into a searing kiss. Kurt sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth, devouring a moan as if tore from Blaine's throat.
Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's pants while the lager male tugged deliciously on his hair, making him arch against him. Only Kurt could take one of his biggest insecurities and use it to make Blaine feel loved.
He pushed his boyfriend's pants fully off as he fell back onto the mattress, gasping when Kurt's underwear clad erection brushed his own bare one.
Kurt pulled their lips apart with a wet sound, leaving then both panting in each other's mouths. "You have no right to feel insecure about anything." Kurt whispered, pressing their lips together chastely. He started to rut their hips together, both of them moaning at the much needed friction.
"You're so damn beautiful, Blaine Anderson," Kurt bit out, licking at Blaine's Adams apple gently before nibbling the sensitive skin. The contrasting sensations made Blaine's cock twitch against Kurt's, a whine coming out of his mouth before he could try to stop it.
"You're so strong, but you somehow manage to look like a giant puppy at the same time. You are so pretty, too, it's not fair." Kurt continued, pulling down his own boxers. Blaine stated at Kurt's flushed cock hungrily as it was freed, licking his lips subconsciously.
Kurt laughed, high and breathy, his control visibly slipping. "Do you want me to fuck you, beautiful? Stretch your pretty little hole until you scream?"
Oh, God. Blaine had never thought he'd be into dirty talk of any kind, but when Kurt said that he nearly lost it. He had always had problems with how he looked, and every time Kurt contradicted him he felt a surge of courage and love and want.
"Please, Kurt..."
Kurt smiled down at him, pecking him lovingly on the forehead while smoothing a hand through Blaine's unruly curls. "Okay"
Kurt fingered him gently, taking care never to hit the smaller male's prostate, which drove Blaine mad.
"Kurt," he whined brokenly. "Hurry up, or at least touch me"
Kurt swatted Blaine's had away from where it's been creeping towards his cock, giving him a teasing smile and saying "Good things come to those who wait."
Blaine groaned, shamelessly fucking himself back onto Kurt's fingers. He tried to shift the angle but Kurt was persistent in not giving him what he wanted-needed. Blaine loved and hated it.
Kurt pulled his fingers out completely, electing a pathetic whimper from Blaine. "Shh," he cooed, covering his cock with lube while stroking Blaine's thigh. "Almost, baby"
When Kurt finally entered him, Blaine sobbed with relief. The feeling of rightness and care he felt with Kurt had finally amplified into pure urgency to have Kurt love him the way only Kurt could-to make him forgot about his doubts and fears and just make him feel like he was worth something.
"Ready," Blaine choked out, fisting the sheets beneath him as Kurt began to move.
Kurt seemed to be trying to make up for torturing Blaine before by pounding into his pleasure spot repeatedly while tugging harshly on Blaine's curls as they bounced in time with the hard trusts.
"Kurt" Blaine moaned, all thought erased from his mind except his need to be like this forever and Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.
Kurt pressed their lips together sloppily, though at this point it was more panting than kissing.
"So tight, Blaine, so good" Kurt keened, moving the hand not pulling Blaine hair to jerk him with Kurt's trusts.
White flooded Blaine's vision and he wailed Kurt's name, coming in hot spurts between them.
Kurt fallowed soon after, the feel of him coming in Blaine's ass making the younger man's cock attempt to get hard.
Kurt collapsed on his chest, panting and sweating as they both came down from their highs.
Blaine allowed himself to stare at the beautiful boy resting against him whose manhood was still buried in him. He looked like he was made of moonlight-all pale and long and beautiful. It was a breathtaking sight.
"I love you," Blaine sighed, kissing Kurt's forehead sweetly.
"I love you too, beautiful." Kurt whispered, removing himself slowly from Blaine, the sensitivity becoming too much. He sighed and snuggled into his lover's chest. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, angel" Blaine whispered. He froze immediately afterwards. He had never called Kurt that before, though to him it was true, Kurt was his own personal angel in looks and actions. He didn't know what Kurt thought of the nickname, but it seemed he didn't need to worry about it; his angel had already fallen asleep.
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The next morning was spent making pancakes, flirting, and watching bad Sunday morning television. It was perfect.
It was domestic and loving and something Kurt had honestly given up hope of ever having not so long ago. But here he was, he and his perfect boyfriend acting like a married couple-not an old married couple either; a genuine, young, happy couple in love.
"Kurt?"
Kurt jumped, nearly knocking Blaine from his lap. Once they had watched half an episode of some home design show Kurt didn't care to remember the name of Blaine had dozed off, and as far as Kurt had known the boy was still sound asleep in his lap. Apparently not.
"What is it, baby?" Kurt asked, running his fingers through Blaine's dark hair. GaGa did he love Blaine's curls-no matter how unruly they could get, they were so adorable and sexy and Blaine that it didn't matter.
"Do you think people will treat me differently? You know, now that they know about…" he gestured helplessly to his hair, as through it was some giant monster that took root on top of his head and wouldn't leave.
Kurt nuzzled the top of his head, pacing a soft kiss there. "Honestly, I don't think anyone will care either way. Besides, I love your curls."
Blaine huffed, his lower lip sticking out into a pout. Kurt might have laughed if he knew Blaine didn't have such serious problem with his hair. Blaine had explained how his father had always insulted his hair, and then the kids at his old school immediately did the same. The gel was like a security blanket that Blaine used to protect himself from the world, and not having it was terrifying to the smaller boy.
"If you promise to beat up anyone who says something will you feel better?" Kurt asked, tugging lightly on a loose curl.
Blaine snorted at that. "You would not beat anyone up."
It was Kurt's turn to pout. "Are you saying I'm not macho enough to go all gangster on the school?"
Blaine shook his head, cuddling into Kurt's neck. "Nope, you're just too damn nice, angel"
Kurt felt Blaine freeze in his arms.
"Did you just call me 'angel'?" he asked, stunned. No one had ever called him that before.
"Well, I mean," Blaine muttered, face adorably red. "You are kind of an angel." He said so quietly Kurt almost didn't hear him.
Kurt smiled, tilting his lover's head up for a sweet kiss. "Thank you, beautiful"
Blaine's face split into a massive grin. "I love you, angel. And you're right, if someone makes fun of my hair, I always have you."
"I love you too, beautiful"
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AN2: OMG, that was so much cheesier than I thought it'd be, and I apologize. But I kind of love it, so I'm keeping my cheesy ending (to the tune of "Papa Don't Preach") oooooh, I'm gonna keep my ending oh-oh-oh-oh!