An: If I hadn't promised all of you this fic tonight, you can be certain that there would be no fic available. Why? Because I have a major fucking project that I'm neglecting JUST FOR YOU. So, return the favor and click that little review button like the magic kiddoes I know and love. Please. I'm serious.
Warnings: Smarmy!Sebastian, the return of Blaine. SMUT.
Chapter 8: Finding Pretty Things
Kurt made the decision that if nothing else, at least he could go to dinner. How hard would that be? And he could save his dad. Kurt nodded decisively and went to get dressed, choosing a charcoal gray suit with a pale blue dress shirt and a navy tie, going for business casual, in case Sebastian got the wrong idea. Just as he was putting the finishing touches on his hair, still glancing out the window to see if the Warbler would save him one more time, the doorbell rang. He slowly dredged over to the window, closing it shut with a sense of finality. He didn't need to be saved, he could do this alone. He chuckled self depreciatingly at himself as he walked to the door. If only he believed that.
"Hello, hot stuff." Sebastian said with a smirk as he entered. "You ready to go?"
Kurt nodded hesitantly, and Sebastian grabbed his arm to march him down the stairs and into a limo, making Kurt feel unsettlingly like his latest plaything. "So what was this proposition?" Kurt asked, trying to smile at Sebastian and pretty sure he could only pull off a grimace of disdain.
"No no, Kurtie-kins. It was a business dinner, not a business limo ride. Here, have some champagne."
Kurt decided that under the circumstances, he would need a lot more than some, but accepted the flute gracefully, dodging Sebastian's inappropriate commentary as they rode, and wishing more than anything that he didn't have to be there. Then finally, they were at the restaurant, and Kurt had to shove down his feeling to barf. Oh, there was his gag reflex. So he took a deep breath and then walked in after Sebastian, already knowing that this would be the worst night of his life.
Blaine was doing his yoga, for once. Wes kept telling him that it would help him mellow out, and he kept saying that he didn't need it. But he had decided that after watching Kurt talk to Sebastian, of all people, he needed to calm down. And breathe. In and out. But how could he? He would keep trying to mellow out, and all that would result were images of his perfect angel choosing someone else over him, his angel smiling at the blonde haired boy with the too big mouth, his beautiful boy in someone else's arms. And then he would feel it kill him, and he would have to calm back down. And start again, choosing a new pose. And then the cycle of fear and doubt would start up again, making him collapse. It was on his eighth time through that Nick burst through the door with a hesitant look on his face. It was the same look that he got when he had to tell Blaine that the Meerkat was back, or that Wes was making him save someone that he didn't think deserved to be saved.
"What." Blaine snapped at the boy. "looking at me like that won't make it any easier to say later, Nick. Say it now, spit it out."
"You know the blue-eyed boy from earlier?" Nick hedged.
"Kurt?" Blaine said, feeling his voice rise in absolute panic. "What's wrong, is he hurt? Did that homophobic ass hole from before come back? Oh my God, he did. Where is he Nick? Centennial? Anderson? What hospital?" He hoped to God that it was the families, he could pull more strings there than at Centennial.
"Calm down, Blaine. He's on a date at the French Restaurant downtown. Nothing bad has happened to him…yet. But you know how things can be with Sebastian. No means yes and get the fuck away from me means I'm all yours." Blaine would have left it alone. He would have. But the look on Kurt's face when Sebastian was leaving was anything but excited, and Blaine didn't want anyone to hurt him. So he got up and brushed past Nick to his stealth suit, before throwing it on to go watch Kurt and make sure he made it home without emotional damage. Blaine had already inflicted enough of that himself.
"So, you don't want me for sex." Kurt clarified, looking at Sebastian in complete shock.
"Don't worry, babe. I want you for sex, that's just not the job I'm hiring you for. I don't pay for sex. Sex should be free. Or people should pay me. I'm that good."
Kurt shook his head at the self-centered businessman before pressing on. "If you don't want me for sex, then what do you want me for?"
"Well, Princess, I'm going to let you in on a little known fun fact of mine. But first, you have to sign this contract. It states that due to special circumstances of working with me, Burt Hummel absolutely needs a heart at the end of this month. But really, gorgeous, it's you who's doing the jobs. Little odd jobs that take lots of dexterity and very flexible morals. But at the end of the month, if you've done everything I ask of you, then you get to go home scotch free, with your daddy and his brand new heart. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line."
Kurt looked at the paper, feeling a bit like Ariel must have before signing over her voice to the sea witch. Never the less, he sealed his fate the same way she had, with his name on the line, an inked promise that he would do whatever Sebastian said. He could already feel his stomach churn excessively. But in one month, his dad would be okay again. Surely, anything was worth that.
"Goody. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8 again to discuss the details of your new job. But for now, you may go outside to the limo, and go home for the night. "
Kurt walked dazedly out the door, not paying the least bit of attention to where he was going. He stumbled on the doormat at the top of the restaurant's steps and felt a brief flash of fear before strong arms grasped him tight in an embrace. Kurt whirled around in complete relief. "I know that technically, since you saved me, I'm the one that owes you a favor, and not the other way around, but can you fly me home? I don't want to spend more time in that limo than necessary. The Warbler smiled down at him understandingly before scooping him up bridal style and flying him home in blessed silence, giving them both time to calm down and just enjoy. Kurt's relief came from no longer being in the company of Sebastian, even if it was only temporary. Blaine's came from the fact that obviously Kurt and Sebastian had been having a business dinner. One that was so official it had papers. And they didn't sit in a shady couple's corner. They sat in the middle, in full view of the rest of the restaurant goers, and Blaine, who was outside. Finally, they landed on the balcony. Kurt turned to look over at the hero. "So, you get two shots. What's your first?" Kurt said, with a small smile to show that he didn't mind.
"Just-just listen, okay? That's officially the first one. For you to hear me out."
Kurt cocked his head to the side, curious about what Blaine had meant. "Alright." He replied, plunking gracefully on the couch. Blaine didn't even know how someone did that, but obviously Kurt was too amazing to be real.
"I'm sorry, for not asking. For demanding. I'm not gonna lie, I wanted it, but I should have been considerate of you. I should have made sure you knew that I didn't just want your body, I wanted your soul. Everything about you was beautiful, and I could tell it from the start. But I seem to hurt beautiful things. I damage them, and I shouldn't. So I know I can't change what I did, but I can start over." And then he pulled off his mask, fast as he could. He heard Kurt's surprised gasp and rushed to continue. "I'm Blaine Anderson. I work as the business associate at Andersmythe industries, which is part of Dalton's front. My parents gifted me to Dalton when it became clear that I wasn't in the least bit like my perfect older brother. You've probably seen me in the tabloids, though I gel my hair and don't wear a mask when I'm not in uniform. And I love you. Don't go."
Kurt looked at Blaine, really looked. The man he had seen before was wonderful, but this man, he was perfect. But he had one final test, he had to be sure that Blaine knew that Kurt wasn't beholden to him. "Is that your second request?"
"No. It's a request, but not one that you have to follow. Just one I'm making."
"Well, my answer is yes." Kurt said with a small smile, before Blaine pounced on him, searing his lips in a desperate, grateful kiss, before pulling him roughly towards the bedroom.
He tore off every piece of clothing the boy had on, kissing every piece of skin that the reveal exposed. Kurt made delicious noises of surprise, but certainly not reluctance. Then Blaine worked his way up to the delicious area of Kurt's neck, and bit down. Kurt let out a yelp of pleasure, before allowing Blaine to push him flat on his back. Blaine continued to kiss and bite down Kurt's neck, moving his mouth to Kurt's pretty little nipples and laving at the buds before biting on the sensitized skin. "Blaine!"
"real name on the boy's lips was like an ambrosia to him, spurring him to bite harder, and claim what was his. Finally, he got down to Kurt's cock, and even that was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. What about this boy was so ethereal? He quickly took the cock in his mouth, smiling up at Kurt's beautiful face, flush with want and need that he had put there. Nothing could be more amazing than this moment. Nothing. Kurt liked him back. He may not love him yet, but Blaine hoped he could get him there. Because this boy was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. "Blaine, Blaine stop I might-"
Blaine noticed his reaction and took one last drag along Kurt's length before prowling up his body to give him a kiss, where Kurt gasped because he was tasting himself, and Blaine took that as invitation to swoop in, remapping the perfect, succulent caverns of Kurt's mouth.
Kurt was in heaven, because this was SO amazing, and all he could do was feel, and make breathy little moans at Blaine's ministrations. But it seemed his moans were fine, because soon Blaine was reaching to the side to pull out the lube and condom packets, and slicking up his fingers before going down there, and then oh that felt so good. Kurt was still pretty sure that Blaine had magic powers with his fingers because ohmygod he was actually about to come, and Blaine hadn't even gotten himself in yet. "Blaine, you need to do it now-Blaine, Blaine!" Blaine had successfully found Kurt's prostate, and was loving the needy moans and the constant sting of his name that was coming out of Kurt's mouth.
"Kurt, you aren't stretched enough yet. It could hurt. I don't ever want to hurt you, not again," Blaine replied, slowing down his fingers tempo in Kurt's perfect hole and kissing at Kurt's forehead, damp with sweat.
"Blaine, it's fine, I want you to." Kurt replied, not liking this softer pace because he needed him right now.
"Kurt- I really don't want to-"
"NOW- please Blaine, pleasepleasepleaseplease"
"OK, shhh, it's okay, I will. Shhh" Blaine had already stepped on Kurt's wishes too many times, and he would be damned if he was going to do it now. So he put on the condom and slathered on some lube, trying to stretch Kurt as much as possible before he got to his entrance. But then he was there, and he was trying to give Kurt a moment to adjust, but Kurt wouldn't have it.
"MOVE, Blaine, god, please." And then Blaine tried to go so slow, so sweetly for his angel, but Kurt wanted it rough, wanted to feel it, so he snapped his hips up in reply, forcing Blaine to go faster, faster, faster, until it was hard and rough and delicious just like Kurt had wanted, and Blaine realized that it would be pointless to deny the boy anything, because he always got what he wanted in the end. He saw Kurt gasp roughly as he came, and that face full of ecstasy was enough to have Blaine coming himself, grabbing onto Kurt and kissing him, trying to show the boy how much he adored him.
Then afterwards, he cradled him in his arms, and neither of them thought of the looming contract, they couldn't possibly know just how much it could hurt them. Right now, they were safe in each others arms.
AN: You guys, I fell asleep before writing the smut last night, and I'm about to be late to school because I just HAD to post this for all of you before leaving. Be grateful and review, pretty please? I even gave you an extra thousand words!