Chapter 39: Prom

Carole opened the front door, as Kurt was fishing his key out of his pocket. "Nigel! It's good to see you. How are you?" She ushered Nigel into the foyer. "Perfect timing. We're just sitting down to lunch." She started down the hallway, towing Nigel with her, as Kurt closed the door. "I want to hear all about Boston, and your new job."

Nigel flashed Kurt a helpless look, and followed Carole into the kitchen. "Ah, merde!" Kurt muttered under his breath, as he dropped Nigel's carry-on bag by the staircase to his basement room. This is what happened, when you had a family that cared, they actually expected to talk to your boyfriend!

Kurt didn't say much over lunch, as Burt and Carole plied Nigel with questions. He didn't eat much either. He wasn't hungry, and although he was happy that Burt had finally warmed up to Nigel, he really didn't want to be sitting here with his parents right now. He hadn't seen Nigel in five weeks and he had plans that didn't include family hour. Kurt put his plate in the dishwasher and stood behind Nigel, resting his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders. He waited impatiently for a pause in the conversation. "Nigel and I have a lot to do before Prom. We'll catch you guys later."

"Of course, go." Carole smiled and shooed them away.

Burt grinned at his son. He thought it was hysterical watching the boys trying to be polite, answering all their questions, when they so obviously wanted to be alone. Kurt had no trouble interpreting that grin. He smiled serenely at his father, as he promised himself a mysterious need for maternal support the next time Burt tried to get Carole alone.

Nigel waited on the staircase, vibrating with need, as Kurt flipped the lock on the door at the top of the stairs. He pulled on the handle twice, just to be sure. No one was going to interrupt them, not today! Kurt turned, words on his lips that went forever unheard, as Nigel caught him in a lip lock, pressing him against the stair rail. "Oh, God! I like Carole, I do but…" Nigel sucked at Kurt's neck, his hands sliding up his boyfriend's back under his shirt.

Kurt held Nigel away, his hands on the new financial analyst's shoulders. "Downstairs, go!"

Nigel took the stairs quickly, his feet skidding on the floor at the bottom of the staircase. Kurt steadied him, and then gathered him close. "Missed you!"

Hands scrabbled, tearing at clothes, reaching for skin. Lips separated only to gasp out disjointed half phrases. "God! You feel…" "I forgot!" "Too long!" "Missed you so…" "Need you!" "Yes!"

Nigel pulled away from Kurt's mouth, and kissed down the center of his chest, sliding to his knees.

"No, wait!" Kurt tugged Nigel up. "Together, we need to do this together." Kurt stretched out on the bed, and pulled Nigel down beside him. He spun and slid next to Nigel, his mouth over Nigel's pelvis. He slipped one arm between Nigel's legs, and laid his head on his lover's thigh, lips kissing distance from Nigel's cock.

Nigel mirrored his position, and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's cock. "This the idea?"

Kurt licked along Nigel's length. "Something like that." He gasped when the heat of Nigel's mouth closed around his cock. "Precisely like that!"

Self-pleasuring and phone sex had not satisfied either of them, not even close. Five weeks of accumulated want screamed through their bodies. They didn't finish together, not exactly, but close enough.

Nigel flopped onto his back; hand still curled around Kurt's softening cock. Kurt let Nigel's cock slip from his lips. "Don't get too comfortable." He straddled Nigel, dropped a kiss on his lips, and then stretched out flat on top of his boyfriend. He crossed his arms on Nigel's chest, rested his head on top of them, and grinned at his lover. "We're not done."

"Kurt, really! What's with you and blindfolds." Nigel didn't like anything that kept him from seeing Kurt. He didn't say no, though, he never did.

"Well, one: I want this to be a surprise." Kurt walked Nigel backward, until Nigel felt a door at his back. "And, two: You look fucking hot like this."

Nigel groaned. Kurt's swearing set off a Pavlovian response in him. Naked and Kurt and swearing were a triumvirate that meant sex, to the extent that now, swearing alone produced a conditioned response in his cock. Also Nigel found the dichotomy between the angelic voice and the profane words strangely erotic.

Sightless, behind the blindfold, he became more aware, of everything. The subtlest touch echoed in thunder over his skin. He felt his cock hardening, and Kurt doing something with his wrist. "You know, you're way too into kink, for a kid who is still in high school." He felt Kurt remove his leather cuff, and replace it with something light, nylon?

Kurt snorted as he moved to Nigel's other wrist. "Pot calling the kettle black, Dennison."

Nigel felt Kurt wrap something around his wrist. "I am not into blindfolds and restraints, and I'm not in high school."

Kurt pulled Nigel's wrist over his head, and Nigel heard a click. "No, you're just into spanking and begging." Kurt raised Nigel's other arm, followed by a second click. He removed Nigel's blindfold, and grinned at his boyfriend. "And, I think you are into restraints."

Nigel blinked, as his eyes adjusted. He looked up to find his wrists in cuffs, tethered to the top of the door. He was locked in place, against Kurt's ensuite door. He couldn't move his hands more than a few inches. "Holy shit! You weren't kidding!"

Kurt moved closer, and licked over Nigel's nipple. "No, I wasn't kidding." Kurt locked eyes with his lover. "I said I was going to lock you in my room, and you just smiled and told me to drive." Kurt moved his hand over Nigel's already turgid cock. "I think you are into restraints, Nigel, aren't you?"

Nigel moaned. Kurt's touch was deliberately light, a tormenting teasing touch. "Please!"

Kurt shook his head. "That's not going to work, Nigel. Not this time. Answer me."

Nigel tossed his head against the door. "Kurt! Please!" He didn't want to think about this now. He didn't want to think about anything but Kurt's hand, Kurt's fingers…

Kurt moved his hand off Nigel's cock, traced one finger down his thigh. "Tell me."

"Yes!" Nigel glared at Kurt. "Yes, I like it when you tie me up."

Kurt rewarded Nigel's answer with light strokes along the length of his cock. "Why?"

Nigel tried to push into Kurt's hand but Kurt evaded him. "Why what?"

Kurt ghosted two fingers over Nigel's balls. "Why do you like restraints?"

"Kurt, please, I can't think now."

Kurt dropped kisses over Nigel's ribs, fingers still stroking his boyfriend's cock lightly. "Yes, you can. Why do you like being tied up, Nigel?"

"Because I like it when you're in control."

Kurt shook his head and moved his hand away. "That's not the answer. I'm always in control, whether you're tied up or not. Try again, Nigel. Why do you like the restraints?"

"Kurt, please, I don't know."

Kurt curled up against Nigel, soothing touches to his hair and face. "You do know, Nigel."

"Because…" The words seemed torn out of Nigel. "…it's scary. Being bound and helpless, it's a little scary, and I think I like that."

Kurt framed Nigel's face in his hands, and took his mouth. His tongue swept into his boyfriend's mouth and Nigel drank him down. "Thank you, Nigel."

Kurt licked down Nigel's body, and swallowed his cock. Long, slow glides, not hard enough or fast enough to get Nigel off. Nigel moaned and tried to thrust but Kurt's hands on his hips held him still. With one last lap across the crown, Kurt stood. He grabbed Nigel's bound arms and spun him to face the door. Left hand pressing into the small of Nigel's back, Kurt used his right hand to pluck the lube from his vanity.

Slicked fingers stretching Nigel, Kurt nibbled and bit into Nigel's ass.

Nigel groaned. "Kurt, if you don't fuck me now, I will never say please again."

Kurt laughed and removed his fingers. "Like you could stop yourself!" Kurt spread Nigel open, and entered in one long slide.

"Yes!" Nigel sighed, finally!

Kurt didn't move, he soothed a hand down Nigel's chest, and kissed across the nape of Nigel's neck, and just fucking didn't move. "Kurt! God! Fuck! PLEASE!"

"That's my boy." Kurt exploded into motion; cock drilling over Nigel's prostate, hand fisting over Nigel's cock, teeth buried in Nigel's neck. Kurt was in him, over him, surrounding him, driving into him, until Nigel couldn't feel anything else. He never wanted to feel anything else but this, but Kurt. Always!

Kurt straightened Nigel's tie, and stepped back so Nigel could see himself in the mirror. Kurt had chosen a simple black tux, very traditional, a thin tartan tie being the only concession to individuality. He stood just behind Nigel, one arm wrapped across his boyfriend's chest. Nigel smiled into the mirror, and leaned back against Kurt.

"You like it?" Kurt wasn't sure about the tie.

"Yes." Nigel touched the tie. "You must have gone to a lot of trouble to find our family tartan."

Kurt shrugged. "I asked Claire, and then just a smidgen of research. No big deal."

"Thank you." Nigel turned, and examined Kurt. "No jacket?"

Kurt did a run-way spin, running his hands down his vest. "I think this will be enough with..." He plucked a top hand from his desk chair, and set it on his head at an angle.

Nigel nodded. "You're right. It's perfect, celebratory but not overdone."

Kurt laughed. "Glad you approve." Kurt started for the stairs. "Be prepared for parents with cameras."

Nigel stopped Kurt at the bottom of the staircase, a hand on his arm. "Kurt, I want you to know. I couldn't do this with anyone else." Nigel waved a hand towards the cuffs still hanging from the ensuite door. "I wouldn't even want to." Nigel threaded his fingers between Kurt's. "I would never trust anyone else enough."

Kurt squeezed Nigel's hand. "Good. That makes two of us." Kurt kissed Nigel softly. "No one else knows the Kurt that you know." Kurt smiled. "And I intend to keep it that way."

Kurt closed his eyes as the whole room waited for Principal Figgins to announce Senior Prom Queen. He sighed with relief when Rachel's name was called. He presented her with the crown, and smiled as she joined Finn in the traditional waltz. Finn caught his eye and gave him a thumbs up. Kurt grinned at his step-brother, and turned at a touch on his shoulder.

"Dave! What are you doing here?"

Dave held his arms out and Kurt stepped into the rhythm with him. "Blaine asked me."

Kurt almost stumbled in surprise. "What?"

Dave shrugged. "He said I had to stop moping about Stephen, and get out of the house."

"Since when do you listen to Blaine? Since when do you even talk to Blaine?"

"We've seen each other at Scandals, a few times. He was there the first time I went after Stephen and I broke up. We started talking."

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Kurt looked around the gym. "Dinosaurs aside, I'm liking Senior Prom a lot better than Junior Prom."

"Kurt?"

Kurt turned his attention from a hideous balloon skirt, and looked at Dave. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't dance with you last year."

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, me too. You're a better dancer than Nigel."

"It's not that bad." Kurt could tell Nigel was lying even from ten feet away. He slipped an arm around Nigel's waist and laughed at Blaine.

"I almost didn't recognize you."

Blaine groaned. "Don't look at me. Who the hell made Brittany class president?"

Dave smiled at Blaine. "It's not bad. It's just different."

Kurt didn't miss the look Blaine gave Dave, or the following blush. "I know it's horrific. You don't have to lie."

Dave shook his head. "No, really it's …"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm. "Stop whining. Dance."

Kurt moved Blaine out into the middle of the floor. "What's with you and Karofsky?"

Blaine turned an interesting shade of rose. "Nothing."

Kurt snorted. "You asked him to Senior Prom, Blaine."

"He was moping about Steven. I thought he should get out of the house."

"Uh-huh! Cause you're such good friends!"

"We are friends!" Blaine sounded very defensive.

Kurt laughed at him. "You, Blaine Anderson, like Dave Karofsky."

"Shut up!" Blaine hissed, and glanced around to see if anyone had heard Kurt. "I haven't said anything to him yet. He thinks we're just friends."

Kurt snorted. "Right! Trust me, Blaine. I've been there, remember. I know what you look like when you just want to be friends. You don't blush, and you don't ask 'just friends' to be your date at school dances. Dave isn't an idiot. I'm sure he knows you like him."

"You think?" Blaine looked nervous.

"Yes." Kurt put his arm around Blaine and led him back to Nigel and Dave. "And the fact that he came here with you, means that's he's interested." Kurt grinned at Blaine. "Because there's no way he actually wanted to come back to McKinley."

Blaine slid out from under Kurt's arm. "Thanks, Kurt." He straightened his shoulders and joined Dave, who was talking with Finn, Puck, and Santana. Kurt watched Blaine slide his hand into Dave's. Dave turned and smiled at Blaine, and Kurt smiled watching them.

"You done playing match-maker?" Nigel slipped his arm around Kurt's waist.

Kurt turned into Nigel. "Yes. I'm all yours."

Nigel pulled Kurt close, and whispered against his neck. "Say that again."

Kurt threaded his fingers through Nigel's hair, and spoke low against his ear. "I'm all yours, now and forever."

Nigel pulled back until he could see Kurt's eyes. Without even thinking about it, the words just slipped out. "I love you."

Kurt's eyes lit with miniature fireworks. "I know."