The next few nights had Blaine barricading himself in his room, locks triple checked, and spread out on his bed, fingers buried in his ass. After his first night of trying it was like it was all he could think about. He vaguely remembered being this obsessed when he'd first figured out how much better masturbating was if he fantasized about guys, but this was RIDICULOUS.
Blaine moaned into his pillow, seriously unable to keep quiet, and thrust his fingers harder into his ass, searching desperately for his prostate. He wasn't very good at finding it but just the drag against his rim was enough to get him off it seemed, he had barely touched his cock the times he'd done this. He was too caught up on the stretch and drag of his fingers to care about fisting his cock.
Not for the first time he imagined his fingers belonged to Kurt, that those fingers would turn into Kurt's cock, that Kurt would be with him and pounding him into his mattress. It made his mouth water and his fingers move faster just thinking about it.
The lube was starting to get tacky by the time Blaine was close to coming, he really needed to invest in better stuff. With one last hard shove, and a desperate twist in search of his prostate, Blaine came, muffling his scream in his pillow.
When his breathing had finally calmed down and he could force his limbs to move again, Blaine cleaned himself up. As he was putting the lube away he decided against it and dropped it on his bed. He pulled his laptop to him and opened up a new window. He typed in the brand of lube and started searching.
Half an hour later he'd come to the conclusion that he'd bought probably the shittiest lube on the market. He'd also decided that he wanted to try an oil-based lube.
The next day, the last day of classes before Christmas break, Blaine told Kurt he had an errand to run for his mom and would be a little late to Kurt's house. It was a lie, but he was a bit embarrassed about what he ACTUALLY wanted to do.
The embarrassment followed him all the way through the process of picking up the lube, getting some of the appropriate condoms to go along with it, in case he ever worked up the courage to tell Kurt about it, and buying them. He decided right there and then, as the cashier was leering at him, that he was going to buy these things from Wal-Mart for the rest of eternity, Kurt be damned, because Wal-Mart at least consistently had a self-checkout option.
He quickly brought everything home, stowed it safely in his nightstand, heart thumping in anticipation, and then got back in his car to go to Kurt's. His face was still red when he showed up, Blaine could only hope Kurt didn't notice.
Blaine was acting a bit weird, but not enough to arouse enough suspicion for Kurt to ask him about it. Kurt figured Blaine had something to talk to him about, but he wasn't quite there yet. They were always as honest as possible with each other, but that didn't mean Kurt had to wheedle everything out of Blaine immediately, he was content to wait for a little while.
They cuddled in Kurt's room, door open, and exchanged light kisses while Kurt's laptop played a random YouTube playlist he'd let Blaine pick. "I love you," Kurt whispered in the silent lull as one song changed to another.
Blaine smiled at him. "I love you too." The hand on Kurt's waist slid down to rest on his thigh. "Are you excited for Christmas? I know last year you were all panicked about meshing the Hummel-Hudson traditions."
Kurt hummed and pressed a kiss to Blaine's nose. He ran his hand down Blaine's chest a little, enjoying the strength he found there. "I am. I think we hammered out most of the problems last year."
"That's good."
"What about you? Did you finally convince your parents to let you skip out on your aunt's party this year?" Kurt wiggled in a little closer and Blaine's hand slipped a little closer to his ass, he didn't mind.
Blaine sighed, letting his fingers start stroking Kurt slowly. "No, they said I had to go. Coop's going to be there, I can't just skip out." He leaned in and gave Kurt a soft kiss. "However, they did say I could have New Year's with you. Mom's paper is throwing a big bash and they wanted to go. They actually kind of pushed me out the door a little with it; Mom really loves the caterer the paper got." Blaine laughed lightly. "I get to kiss you at midnight."
Kurt let out an excited giggle. He'd never had anyone to kiss on New Year's before. "Exciting."
"Truly is." Blaine pressed his forehead against Kurt's. "When your first free day?"
Did he mean with or WITHOUT parents/Finn? Blaine laughed when he asked, kissed Kurt's eyelids and said he wanted to know about both. "Well, I'll be cooking up a storm tomorrow and Christmas. You could still come over a little tomorrow though; I wouldn't mind having you around to help. Besides, I have to give you my gift still." Kurt pressed his thumb to the ring he had on. It was surprisingly sturdy, probably because of the wire Blaine had running through it to hold its shape.
Blaine wiggled his whole body. "Sounds perfect."
"Oh, maybe we can even convince our parents to let you stay over tonight." Kurt ran his hand up Blaine's chest and around to his back, pulling the younger boy a little closer. "I can maybe get Carole on my side if I bring up early enough."
"We'll try, if not I'll come around noon tomorrow," Blaine said, shifting his body weight to help Kurt pull him in. "What about without parents?"
"Hmm, the twenty seventh maybe, I'll let you know." Kurt kissed Blaine a little rougher than before. "Why, do you have something you want to try?"
"Maybe," Blaine said with a laugh. He kissed Kurt and hummed into it.
They snuggled even closer together and went back to kissing and staring.