Chapter eight

Disclaimer: Me not owning glee is like Darren & Chris' awesomeness. Undoubtedly real.

A/N

Well guys what can I say? You have inspired me and made me re-find my muse. I watched Les Mis today! If anyone is wondering whether or not to watch it you totally should! I wept. Anyways without stalling anymore I give you chapter eight!

Warning: it's rated M for a reason.

For Kurt dinner that night was…interesting to say the least. Every time that Kurt moved the plug pushed itself further and further into Kurt. So with some awkward silent moaning and not-so-subtle quiet gasps he managed to survive dinner with next to no questions asked besides some blatantly confused faces from Finn and some quizzical ones from Burt.

After twenty painfully slow minutes Kurt charged up the stairs and into his room where he practically tackled the already waiting Blaine into a passionate kiss. After several minutes of heavy making out Blaine started to let his hands wander, only to be stopped by Kurt.

"No Blaine. We can't go any further than this here. My dad coul-" Kurt started to protest before Blaine grabbed him and in a few seconds had ran them to his dorm room at Dalton.

"What about here?" Blaine asked, voice husky and pupils blown.

Kurt was about to reply when the door opened and Wes walked in.

"Blaine I need to talk to you about- oh." Wes stopped when he saw the protective way Blaine was holding Kurt.

"Wes, get out." Blaine hissed eyes alight and his voice in a tone that could have made a trip to the north pole look like a tropical getaway.

"Oh right- I'll- uh- I'll just go." Wes said quickly scurrying out of the room and slamming the door closed.

The second the door shut, Blaine threw Kurt on the bed, locked the door, and went over and straddled Kurt.

"Now. Where were we?" Blaine asked casually as Kurt growled and grabbed the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him down for another series of heated kisses, and within a couple of minutes they were both naked and whimpering longingly.

"Baby, you're so fucking beautiful. I need to feel you around me. Please!" Blaine begged, desperate.

"Yes." Kurt breathed, incapable of coherent thoughts and sounds.

Not needing to be told twice, Blaine grabbed the lube from the bedside table and coated his fingers, starting with one finger he gently stretched Kurt out after taking the plug out as his member was bigger than it. By the time he got to three fingers Kurt was a writhing mess. Practically begging for it, Blaine took pity on him and coated himself, instructing Kurt to 'get on all fours'. Sliding in in one fluid motion, Blaine set up a fast but not brutal pace. Reaching round and grabbing Kurt's throbbing dick in his hand, he started to pump it in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god Blaine! You feel so good! I'm so close!" Kurt whimpered making Blaine speed up. "Ahh! Blaine!"

"Kurt!"

They both came in unison, Kurt spraying the sheets and Blaine's hand, Blaine filling Kurt. Frantically flipping Kurt over, Blaine lapped up the cum coating Kurt's stomach and now softened cock, that had he had the energy, would've become hard again.

"Baby, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to spend forever with you." Blaine said softly laying Kurt over his chest.

"I can't either. I love you." Kurt said sleepily, exhausted after their little 'escapade'

"I-I love you too." Blaine smiled lovingly "I always have and always will"

A/N

Well that was short! And what I said at the start I watched it a little while ago but you should still watch it! I'm thinking of doing another fic as well as this one. It'll be about prince/dom!Kurt and slave/sub!Blaine. So Kurt is kinda a manslut and he is making the royals look like a joke so burt makes him get a slave to sort him out; cue Blaine!

Reviews are love so please leave me some and tell me what you think of my idea!