AN Hi! Smut in chapter, its at the end. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think please. :) Also there should be about four or five chapters left. All depends on if i get inspired for more, but so far i see the end easily enough.
Chapter Sixteen
Monday morning, Kurt was up at four am, there was a photo shoot today, and he had to go into work earlier, to make sure everything was going according to plan. Despite the early hour, Kurt was in the best mood, Blaine hadn't stayed the night before, but he had stayed for a few more hours and they just talked. It was really nice, not that they hadn't talked all day, but most of it was serious business, and after having great sex it was nice to just cuddle and talk about nothing in particular.
Kurt was already showered and in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast when Santana walked in. He was kind of surprised he hadn't had to pry her out of bed; normally she was really rough on the early morning shoots. She was one of the models the magazine used regularly, though Kurt was a little worried about her continuing to be hired in photo shoots, because of her age. Generally speaking most models, in magazines at least, women were much younger. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Kurt turned to her. "Good morning. I'm a little shocked I didn't have to wake you."
Santana just grunted in reply, moving to the coffee machine and pouring her own cup.
Kurt laughed a little, used to her mood. "We have to leave in about fifteen minutes, well I do anyway. I have to go by Vogue to pick up a couple of things, and then head to the studio. Are you planning on going straight there, or coming with me?"
Santana blinked at him, trying to wake up enough to answer. "Um, I think I'll wait, I still need to get dressed, and I want to finish this coffee first. Doesn't it start at six though? Why am I up so early?"
"Yeah it does, but I have things to do before the shoot, and you have to get dressed and styled. We have two other girls there, one blonde, and one red-head. Luckily I was able to find ones that had the right shape; it's frustrating all these girls with no hips! Well they have hips; just you know what I mean. Are you listening?"
"Not even a little. Go ahead and finish getting ready and leave, I still need to wake up."
Kurt pouted at her. "Fine, I'll see you soon. Do you need me to call and make sure you don't fall asleep again?" That had actually happened a couple of times, it was before Santana had worked for Vogue, and that had lost her the jobs.
"Might as well." She answered and then left the kitchen.
Kurt shrugged to himself before moving himself; he sat his empty cup in the sink, and went into the living room to grab the folders he'd need for shoot. He had sat up a drawing desk, and a computer desk in the room when they first moved in, the living room had been plenty big enough for it. Their closet was probably actually meant to be the office, but honestly Kurt needed more space for his clothes, so did Santana.
He grabbed the folders that were sat on top of the desk, and looked through them quickly just to make sure everything was there. At the bottom of the stack was a sketch Kurt had done about a month ago, it was just a simple suit, what caught his eye was the bowtie he had drawn, it made him think of Blaine.
He smiled; Blaine would look really good in that, though it wasn't really his style, too simple. They had talked last night about what kinds of clothes they preferred, both of them loving bright colors and patterns, though Kurt less than Blaine. Kurt could imagine Blaine in a printed suit, maybe something like anchors, oh that would look lovely on him actually. Kurt grabbed his sketch pad and a pencil, setting it on top of the stack of folders. He knew he couldn't just sit and sketch at the moment, but there would be plenty of time in-between for him to do it. He opened up the pad and scribbled anchor suit in the top corner, he considered writing Blaine, but in the case of Santana seeing it, he didn't want to get any shit from her about it.
With everything gathered up that he needed Kurt left the apartment, his phone, wallet and keys in his pockets. He yelled a goodbye to Santana and left .
….
When Kurt arrived at the studio for the photo shoot, it was still relatively quiet, the noise wouldn't really start until the models arrived and started getting ready. The photographer was there, already setting his things up, Kurt had worked with him before, and he was pretty much normal when it came to the demanding-ness that most photographers were. Not that Kurt blamed them, a lot of models acted spoilt and hardly listened to instructions, thinking themselves better because they were the ones in front of the camera. Not all of them though, Kurt wasn't sure about the ones today, he'd never worked with them before.
Kurt went over to the photographer and spoke with him for a moment, wanting to make sure everything they had spoken about before was still intact. "Presley, I'm Kurt Hummel, I've been emailing you and talking on the phone."
The guy nodded, setting down the camera he had been holding and reached to shake hands. "Yeah of course, I've worked with you before too. I'm not that bad at remembering people, I don't think." He said with a small laugh.
"Yeah, sorry, of course, you never know though. I just wanted to check in and make sure that everything was setup to your liking for the theme we talked about. All the props are correct, clothes, anything wrong for you?"
Presley shook his head. "Nope, everything was good when I got here. So unless the stylist has done anything different I'm good for now, at least until the models get here. Speaking of, have you worked with them before?"
Kurt smiled, glad so far nothing has gone wrong, even if it'd only been five minutes since he arrived. "Good, I still need to speak with the stylist, but hopefully she's happy with everything. I haven't worked with two of them, Kitty is the blonde and the red-head is a Vanessa, brunette is Santana, whom I have worked with. She'll listen to you, or she'll deal with me." Kurt had to look through his files to check the other models names, he felt a little bad, but honestly, they'd be lucky to be called something besides their hair color.
"Alright, well thanks, hopefully it won't be a difficult shoot, I did want to do the tea scene first."
Kurt nodded in agreement, though he inwardly cringed. "Yeah, that'll be with all of them though, so it'll take a while for them to get ready."
"That's fine, unless something goes wrong, that's the one I want to do first."
"Okay, well I'll send them over as soon as they are ready." Kurt said, and then walked off; he was hoping that they would get here soon, because doing the group first wasn't going to be fun.
Kurt walked over towards the clothes, wanting to check and make sure everything was still there. The stylist they used was actually really nice; she was always on top of everything too. While he was looking through the clothes, he was startled by the rack moving.
"Oh sorry Kurt, I didn't see you there." Frida said from the other side of the clothes rack, Kurt parted to the clothes so he could see her.
"Hey, it's fine, I didn't know you were there either." Kurt laughed. "Everything look good to you?"
Frida nodded. "Yep, it's great. I love this shirt, kind of want to keep it for myself." She said with a laugh.
"Well, you just might know the right people for that." Kurt said with a wink causing her to giggle. "I've got some bad news though."
Her face fell, turning strictly serious, which Kurt loved that about her. "Oh how bad is it? The models aren't even here yet!"
"Not like really bad, just Presley, the photographer, wants to do the group shot first, so we'll have to get busy as soon as they get here."
"Oh, well I've got the clothes sorted, so I'll just put the outfits they need in front of their vanities. We only have the two hair and make-up artists though, right?"
Kurt nodded, he had wanted to have three, but had decided against it, figuring it might be over-kill, he regretted it now. "I'm just hoping one of the models will be early, have you discussed the hair styles we want with the stylists?"
"No, I haven't seen their head shots yet, so I wasn't sure what we had to work with on length, I'm sorry."
Kurt just grinned at her. "Don't be sorry, I've got them, let me grab them, and I'll call Santana, she should be on her way."
He walked over to where he had sat down the folders and quickly found the head-shots for each model, hoping to god that they were recent, and hair was still the same length. "Here you go, you've still got the outline for the set-up for each scene?"
"Yep, it's on my phone, thanks Kurt."
Kurt nodded at her, and then directed his attention to calling Santana. It rang twice before she answered.
"Hello."
"Hey, glad you're still awake, where you at?"
"About a block away, why something go wrong already?"
"Not really, just need to get started a bit early if possible. Photographer wants to do the group shot first, and we only have the two make-up artists."
"Ah I see, I'll see you in a few minutes then."
"Kay, bye." She had already hung up by then, but Kurt didn't really mind. He walked over to where Frida was now talking to the make-up artist, so he could inform her about Santana being there soon.
"Frida, Santana is about a block away, so unless one of the others beats her here, go ahead and get her ready first."
Frida nodded, and went back talking to the stylist. That done, Kurt went and checked on making sure everything was ready, there would be an assistant here at six, hopefully bringing fresh coffee. It only took Santana five minutes to get there, and he sent her straight to work. The other two arrived within the next ten minutes.
From then on the next hour was a flurry of motion and yelling to get ready and change lighting, prop positioning, and the list goes on. Because of the photographers need for the first shot being the tea party scene, they had technically started fifteen minutes late. Though if everything went fine, then they would still finish in the allotted time-frame.
The theme was set in 1800s, the clothes were a mixture between then and now, the clothes were mostly intended for formal events. They had one scene for each model, and then the group shot, the individual shots where based around the model's hair color. It was a little different, but Kurt thought with the dresses they had, it'd look breathtaking.
Kurt had just requested his third cup of coffee when they finished the group shoot, everything was quickly moved, and Kurt heard the photographer shout "blonde next!" Kurt laughed a little, knowing it'd probably annoy the girl, but it happened a lot. Santana was walking over to him then, since she wasn't needed yet.
"So, you gonna tell me how yesterday went?" She asked with a smirk.
Kurt replied in kind. "Oh I'm sure you know, but I'm not giving you the details."
Santana glared at him. "Excuse me, I left for you! I think I deserve some kind of, gift or something."
"What you want to know how he took it? Or something? Because I'm not telling you that."
Santana's expression turned disgusted. "Oh God no, I don't want to know that! But I guess that's enough, is that all you guys did though? Because if so, I'm surprised and proud of your stamina."
Kurt groaned shaking his head. "No, that's not all we did. We also talked a lot; actually I did want to talk to you about something he said."
Not realizing Kurt was being serious, she grinned and nudged him. "Oh really, did you guys talk about kinks?"
Kurt kind of gave a half-smile. "No, this is important." Kurt looked around, everyone was pretty much distracted with getting the set changed, and Kurt should probably be helping, but he felt like he needed to get this off his chest. "Blaine has an old friend staying with him now."
Santana's eyebrows furrowed. "Old friend like 'old boyfriend' or just a friend?"
"He said it was a friend, just a friend, and I'm probably being extremely dumb about it, but I can't really help it." Kurt knew it wasn't just that he was worried about, in fact, it probably wasn't that at all, but he couldn't tell Santana his real worries. That he was worried about Blaine's safety, she'd just mock him about watching too much TV.
"I think you just have to trust him, Kurt. You've only known him for a little while; you haven't got a reason to not trust him, do you?"
Kurt knew that, and honestly he couldn't imagine Blaine ever lying to him. "No, I haven't."
"Then don't worry about it. Maybe see if you can go over there, meet him, at least see if he's gay or straight."
"That's actually the plan; Blaine wanted me to go over after work today."
She patted his back, giving him a kind of half way side hug. "See? Nothing to worry about, he wants you to meet him."
Kurt nodded, he hoped that talking to Nick would help, maybe relieve some of the anxiety he felt about Blaine doing this job. "Yeah."
Santana smiled at him, and then went over to the food table. Kurt watched her for a moment lost in thought. He wanted to ask Nick exactly what Blaine would be doing, about what Nick was going to be doing with the information once they got it. He also did want to know about their friendship, he wasn't exactly worried about him and Blaine, but it was still there. Mostly he thought it was just because they had just started dating, and Blaine was an exceptional catch. Pulling himself out of his head, Kurt went back to work.
….
It was just after eight when they photographer announced he was finished, Kurt couldn't do much more than sigh with relief, though that didn't mean his job was finished. Just that the models could leave, and the real work for him would start, he enjoyed that much more. Sometimes it was a pain to just stand and wait, there wasn't too much for him to do while they were actually shooting, at least today he had brought his sketch pad and could draw.
Before he started working, Kurt took a moment to send Blaine a text. Good morning, love. Hope its gone well for you! I've been up since four doing a photo shoot. Fun times. –Kurt
Kurt slid his phone into his pocket, not expecting a reply right away. He went to thank each model before sending them off, when he got to Santana he had to stop himself from just repeating the same thing. "Thanks, I guess. Are you supposed to go into Vogue today?"
"I can, but I'm not supposed to. Boss lady said she'd just call if they needed me for anything, but it was unlikely."
Kurt nodded, that's how it normally went for her, at least on photo shoot days. "Alright, well I've still got stuff to do; I might take a short day though. Isabelle always tells me to do that on these early days."
"Won't you have to wait for Blaine to get off work though?"
Kurt's eyes furrowed in thought. "Yeah, probably, I'll call him or something at lunch, see what time he gets off. I could go home and take a nap though."
Santana just laughed at him. "Yeah right! When's the last time you took a nap? You'll lie down and watch TV more than likely."
"Oh whatever, it's still resting! Go away now, I have things to do!" He said shooing her off.
Santana left laughing to herself, which only made Kurt smile to himself in fondness of her. Once she was out of sight Kurt went over to talk to Frida. He spoke with her about making sure everything was packed away properly and ready for pick up. The make-up artist would pack up their own things, and make sure their areas where cleaned and then check with Kurt before they left.
Next Kurt went to speak with the photographer. Presley was at the table that had all his equipment on it and had started syncing the photos to the laptop. They'd spend a while going through each shot and depicting which would look the best in the magazine for each scene. There was going to be a ten-page spread for all of the shots, Kurt had to decide how many would go on each page, and which model would be used in what order.
There weren't as many shots as Kurt was used to seeing, but certain photographers used different methods. The photographer did have some sway into which photos would go in and which wouldn't, though ultimately it'd be up to Kurt. In the end, Kurt had about twenty photos of each model and thirty of the group shot to work with. He made sure to have Presley send the photos to his email, but also send the prints to Vogue to archive them.
Kurt then went over to the make-up station to check on the women there. "Almost finished, ladies?"
They both turned to him, one of them answered. "Yes, just wiping down the surface."
Kurt nodded and looked over the vanity, he checked under to make sure nothing was left behind and then went to the other vanity, checking it the same way. Kurt turned to them, smiling. "Looks good ladies, thank you."
They both smiled and nodded, before walking off talking to each other. After that, Kurt went to check on Frida one last time. "Everything good?"
She looked up from putting some hats into a trunk. "Yeah, just about done, I have the papers filled out and I just need to call and confirm pick-up."
"Great, sounds like you got everything done. I'm always surprised you take as long as I do when packing up the clothes."
Frida giggled. "Yeah, I just like to make sure they're neat and won't wrinkle. Plus, you are a lot faster than most when it comes to talking with the photographers."
Kurt hummed, he hadn't thought he was, but he only had Isabelle to compare himself to. "I didn't realize, though I do a lot of the work on my own, so maybe that's why."
She smiled at him. "I don't know, honestly I have no clue what you guys even talk about, besides the obviousness of the photos, but I don't really know."
"You've never asked?" She shook her head. "Oh well, it's just making a decision on what photo s to use for the magazine."
"Oh, do you pick the one while you're here?"
Kurt laughed. "Oh god no! I change my mind way too often for that, I just pick a group of them, and work on them at Vogue. It makes it easier. "
"I see, well if I ever change jobs, I know who to talk to."
"Oh no, you can't do that! You are by far my favorite stylist!" Kurt said grinning at her, causing her to giggle, which wasn't that hard to do, she laughed a lot.
"I won't, I do love doing this."
"Good, well I got to go, lots to do today, I'll talk to you soon."
"Bye."
Kurt smiled and left, going over to get his folders, and make sure everything was there, he briefly opened his sketch pad, just to take a peak. The suit was really starting to look good, he hadn't started drawing the pattern of the material yet, but the cut of the suit was gorgeous so far. He'd been working on and off since they'd started shooting, so he had most of the outline finished. He just needed the details. Thinking of Blaine, he checked his phone, hoping for a reply, upon unlocking it, Kurt saw he had a number of notifications. There were emails, a text from Isabelle and Blaine, a few notifications from Facebook and Twitter. Being the dutiful employee that he was, Kurt checked the text from Isabelle first.
Give me a call once the shoot is done. –Isabelle
Kurt should have called her immediately but honestly, he couldn't wait to see what Blaine sent, a few more seconds wouldn't hurt. Good morning Kurt! I already miss you, though I missed you as soon as I left last night (: Hope your morning is going good, despite the insanely early start. I can't wait to see you again. –Blaine
Kurt bit his lip as he read it, smile getting bigger the more he read, honestly he kind of felt like dancing around in glee. But he was more sophisticated than that, well he pretended he was anyway. He'd take a few more seconds to reply, and then he'd call his boss.
Hi, I feel the exact same way. I really can't wait either. My morning was pretty good, no crazy mishaps. I was hoping I could talk to you at lunch? –Kurt
Kurt pressed send, and then went to his recent calls, to call Isabelle, she answered quickly.
"Kurt, hey, so how did it go? No problems, I hope."
Kurt placed the phone on his shoulder, so that he could straighten the folders and leave. "Yeah, everything went well. Only one issue and really it wasn't even enough of a thing to call it an issue, just we started late, because we did the group shot first."
Kurt was outside by then, walking towards the subway, so he could go back to Vogue. "Great, I'm glad; it's always nice when they go smoothly, which they normally do when you're there."
"Oh you flatter me." Kurt said playing coy.
"It's just the truth. Now I assume you are coming in?"
"Yep, since I'm leaving I figured I better get things set up; make sure everyone knows what to do. Though if they can't handle two days without me, well I won't say what I think about that."
"I don't think I'd want to hear what you'd say either. I'm glad you're coming in, normally I'd have you leave early on these days, but since you're leaving, it's good. It shows good leadership you are staying despite the early shoot." Isabelle said, praising him, which was nice, he did enjoy it.
"Thank you, I wouldn't be getting anywhere if I slacked off though."
"True, now mostly I just called to check on the shoot, but I also want you to send me updates on the spread, as you work through it. I know you can't do much until you get the photos, but just whenever you do."
"Of course, I'll probably get to do most of the work on Friday, that's when the photographer said he'd probably have them ready. There are a few other things I'm working on too, and I'll be doing those most of the week, is there anything else?"
"Not really, just remember I'll be out of the office tomorrow, not that it's going to make much difference to you."
"Nope, I'll come by and see you before I leave though, let you know what I've got done."
"That'll be fine, I'll see you later."
"Bye."
By the time he was done talking to her, Kurt was already just a block from Vogue, he checked his phone again, in case Blaine had texted, and he had.
Yes! Please call me at lunch, that would be great! I think maybe call around 12:30, if that's good for you? –Blaine
Kurt looked up from his phone, thank god he hadn't walked into anyone, he walked quickly so that he could get to the building and reply without worrying about watching where he was walking. It felt like it took ages to get there, but he finally arrived, he stood just inside the building so he wouldn't be in the way.
I can do that, I usually just eat when I can, don't normally actually take a lunch. I want to talk to you though (: -Kurt
He got a smile emoji in reply, so he walked to the elevator, waving briefly to Tina.
Once he got to his office he sat everything down, he had a number of things to do, not all of which involved the photo shoot he was just at. There was other shoots, runway projects he had make decisions on, designs he needed to get approved, and sometimes he felt overloaded with work. He loved his job though, and would trade it for anything.
He sat the design he was doing for Blaine in his desk, he didn't want that to get damaged or mixed in with work things. He might try and add some things to it if he was inspired, but he did need to get down to business. There was still about three hours until he'd be talking to Blaine; he wanted to get as much actual work done before that. So with that thought, he started sorting through everything that needed to be done, in order of priority.
…
It was now 12:26 and Kurt had been staring at the clock for the last ten minutes, waiting for it to be 12:30. Ever since the clock had hit twelve, Kurt had been thinking about talking to Blaine, he wasn't anxious; he had absolutely no reason to be, at least not yet. Tonight he might have a reason, and sure he was going to ask Blaine what time, but it wasn't like that was a big deal. Kurt didn't know what was wrong with him; maybe he just really wanted to talk to Blaine. All of a sudden his phone started ringing, and when Kurt looked at it, he saw it was Blaine.
"Hi." He was happy, but kind of confused as to why Blaine called.
"Hey, you didn't forget did you?"
"No, of course not, but it's not 12:30 yet." Kurt looked up at the clock on the wall, the one he had been looking at so much; it still had a minute till 12:30.
"Oh, it's just my phone says 1:30, and you hadn't called, is your clock wrong?"
Kurt moved his phone away from his face, and sure enough it said 1:30 now, he hadn't been using his computer for a while, working on designs, so he hadn't looked at that either. "Oh, I'm sorry, I think maybe it's wrong. No, sorry, of course it's wrong, I'm so sorry."
Kurt felt so dumb, and like he just screwed himself out of Blaine time too.
"Don't worry about it, I mean, I won't be able to really talk right now, because I should have tried calling before my break was over, but I didn't want to bother you."
Now Kurt felt really bad. "Oh Blaine, ugh, I can't believe I did that! Don't think you're bothering me though, I would tell you, trust me. Are you sneaking a call in right now then?"
He heard Blaine laugh. "Yeah, I'm actually in the restroom, but I kind of wanted to check and make sure everything was okay too."
Wow, and Kurt thought he couldn't feel worse about it, now he'd gone and made Blaine worry. "I'm sorry! Everything was fine, promise, just me letting work get away with me, and having the wrong time on the clock."
"It's really fine Kurt, I do have to go now though, but I'll see you later?"
Kurt nodded, and then remembered Blaine couldn't see him. "Yeah, I wanted to ask what time?"
"Well I get off at five, so any time after that."
Kurt smiled. "You don't want to eat or change?"
"Oh well, I guess, yeah sorry, I didn't think about that."
"It's fine, how about six then?"
"Yeah that sounds good, can't wait."
"Me too. Bye Blaine."
"Bye Kurt."
Kurt sat his phone down, and both smiled and groaned, he felt like an idiot, he couldn't believe that clock was wrong. Though he hardly ever actually looked at it, still he felt like it had lied to him. He got up out of his chair and pushed it over to where the clock was. He stood in the chair to get it down and change the time, wanting to never make that mistake again.
Kurt got back down and decided he'd go ahead and have lunch called in, he had awhile until six, but he did need to eat something. He went back to his desk, looked over what he needed to finish, and decided that he could leave a little early, give himself enough time to go home to change and eat.
…..
Kurt found himself standing outside Blaine's door at precisely 5:56, he knew because he checked his phone at least five times, and then checked to make sure it was right as he walked past various buildings that showed the time. He might be a little paranoid about checking the time now, sue him. Blaine's place wasn't really all that far from Kurt's which was really nice, about a thirty minute walk. Taking a deep breath, Kurt knocked. Blaine must have been waiting, because the door was opened not two seconds later.
"Kurt, hi."
"Hi."
They both just kind of looked at each other, taking the other in, Kurt noticing what Blaine was wearing, half wondering if he had changed or not. He looked really good, of course Kurt always thought he did. He wondered what Blaine was thinking of.
"Dude, staring is creepy." Kurt heard from inside, Blaine turned around for a second, and then faced Kurt again.
"Sorry, come in, didn't mean to make you stand in the doorway. "
Kurt smiled and walked inside, taking a look around. It was nice, there were bricks showing, and the living room was kind of on the small side, but it still looked really put together. There was a spiral staircase that was placed just off the kitchen area, Kurt really liked that. There was also a guy sitting in the kitchen, at the island, Kurt assumed it was Nick. He turned his full attention back to Blaine.
"Hi." Oh god, he felt like face-palming, he'd already said that. He was blaming it on nerves. Blaine just smiled at him though, so even if he had noticed, he obviously didn't care that much.
"Hi." Blaine walked up to him, standing close and honestly just because there was someone else here, it didn't mean that Kurt couldn't greet Blaine properly. Kurt gave a quick glance over to the kitchen, since he wasn't exactly watching them; Kurt pulled Blaine into him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. Blaine smiled up at him, leaning into him; Kurt pressed his forehead to Blaine's and just kind of stood there for a moment looking at him. After a few moments Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips gently, Blaine pressed back harder, making Kurt moan lowly. Not wanting to make out in front of someone he didn't know Kurt pulled away after a couple more small kisses. He didn't let go of Blaine though.
"I guess I should introduce you to Nick, that was kind of rude of me, wasn't it?"
Kurt smiled at him; he loved how polite Blaine was. "I don't know, maybe, but I won't tell anyone."
Blaine giggled, ducking his head into Kurt's chest. Kurt hugged Blaine tightly, and he felt Blaine do the same, and really he didn't feel like doing the polite thing. He'd rather just stay in Blaine's arms, it was nice here. Blaine pulled away though, sadly.
Blaine moved away from him, and motioned to the couch. "You can sit, did you want a drink?"
Of course Blaine would offer him a drink, Kurt could just imagine him hosting a dinner party, oh actually that would be fun, maybe they could do that one day. "Just water is fine." Kurt answered him, sitting down on the admittedly very nice couch.
Blaine went into the kitchen, he spoke with Nick, but Kurt tried not to listen, he'd rather be told himself if it was anything important. He had another look around the place again, admiring Blaine's taste; he noticed the pictures on the wall. Some were family pictures, others of friends, and Kurt was pretty sure one of them was Blaine in his Dalton uniform, and wow, he looked really good.
"Here's your water." Blaine interrupted his thoughts, sitting the glass on the table.
"Thanks, love."
"So this is Nick. Nick this is Kurt." Blaine pointed to both of them, though really Blaine, that was obvious. It was cute though, and very Blaine-esque.
"Hey." Nick said, waving. He was pretty average looking, black hair, kind of a large nose, square jaw, still fairly attractive. Though he couldn't even begin to compare to Blaine, Kurt wasn't even being biased. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats though, which in all honesty made Kurt feel a little better. Because he didn't think Blaine would date anyone that wore sweats when meeting new people, then again Blaine was also the type of person who would overlook a person's flaws. Damn.
"Hello, its nice to meet you." Kurt needed to be more confident, he shouldn't even be worrying about this, at least not the meeting him part. There were more important aspects that Kurt was worried about.
"I guess, kind of weird if you ask me, but that's Blaine for you." And okay, no what the fuck did he mean by that?
"I'm sorry, but what?" He knew he had started to glare at Nick, which that hadn't exactly been intentional, but it wasn't like he was going to stop.
Nick's facial expression turned almost to what Kurt would call panic, which in a way was kind of nice. "No, I mean the situation, not like Blaine is weird. Just you know, meeting you not like as Blaine's friend, but as Blaine's criminal buddy."
Kurt heard Blaine groan, and when he looked at him standing behind Nick he was holding his hand over his face, that almost made Kurt laugh. "Right, of course, Blaine isn't weird at all, he's perfect." Kurt said sternly, he didn't expect Nick to agree, but it'd be smart of him if he did.
"No of course he is, yeah, perfect. Totally."
Kurt saw Blaine looking at him with a half-smile, like he was confused but also kind of happy about it. Kurt smiled at him, and then turned back to Nick. "So I heard you wanted to talk to me?" He asked, not really wanting to make Nick uncomfortable, no matter if it was amusing or not.
Nick kind of jumped, and then went to sit on the couch; Blaine did too, sitting right next to Kurt.
"Yeah, I did, just like you know I don't want you to tell anyone about me."
"Yes, and?"
"Um, that's all?" Nick said leaving the end at a question, not really knowing what to say.
Kurt was confused, because he kind of figured that out for himself, I mean maybe Nick felt like it meant more coming straight from the source. "So you just wanted to make sure or something? Not that I mind coming over here, any chance to see Blaine." He said the last, turning to Blaine and smiling. "But you don't want to like know anything about me, make sure I'm not lying or something?"
"Oh, um I guess you could tell me, but I wouldn't be able to tell if you were lying. I know computers, not people."
Kurt smiled, shaking his head. "Okay, well if you don't need to know, or would even know if I was lying or not, I guess it really doesn't matter all that much."
"I guess." Nick shrugged.
"I personally do want to know some things though. Like for instance, what exactly are you wanting Blaine to do? Are you putting him in unnecessary danger? Do you know what you plan to do with all the information once you have it?" Kurt asked, staring at Nick inquisitively.
Nick shifted on the couch. "Um, like no."
"No? How is that an answer?"
"Kurt, I don't think Nick really knows everything just yet. He's just moved in here." Blaine interrupted; probably trying to make sure everything remained calm.
Kurt turned to look at Blaine. "I get that, Blaine. I just want to make sure nothing bad happens to you."
Blaine's expression turned fond, like Kurt was the greatest thing to happen to him. "I know, and I really don't think anything will. Nick doesn't know much yet, but we'll talk about it, and I promise I'll stay safe."
Kurt frowned, not completely reassured. "Fine, but I want to know the plans. I don't want any surprises or anything."
Blaine grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. "Of course, anything you want to know."
Kurt smiled at him; he leaned in and kissed him softly.
"I don't know if this is rude, but like do you guys want to go to your room?"
They both jumped kind of forgetting Nick was still sitting there. When Kurt looked at Blaine, he couldn't help but laugh, both at the look on Blaine's face, and the fact that Nick had just asked that. Blaine was blushing hard, and was trying to get an answer out, but it wasn't really making much sense, so Kurt took over.
"It is a little, but I'm fine with that, Blaine?"
Blaine nodded, so Kurt stood up, pulling Blaine with him. "Lead the way."
Blaine walked over to the staircase, Kurt following along; he stopped when they got to them and turned to Kurt. "Did you want anything before we go up? Like a drink or something to eat, I know I just got your water, did you want to take that up with you?"
Kurt smiled at Blaine's rambling; he ought to, just in case. "Sure, as long as you don't mind having drinks in your room?"
"No it's fine; I'll grab it for you." Blaine said, then walked quickly back to the living room, and grabbed the bottle from the table. He walked ahead of Kurt, which gave Kurt a lovely view, prompting him to yell something to Nick over his shoulder.
"Might want to use some headphones, turn the music up."
He saw Blaine stumble on the next step up, and Kurt smirked to himself, it was nice having that effect on him. Once they reached the top of the stairs Kurt looked around, taking everything in. Sadly the upstairs didn't actually have a door, there was a half-wall that you could look down and see most of the kitchen. Blaine had installed privacy screens, though Kurt wasn't sure why, since he had lived by himself until now. The room was still really nice though, very clean and orderly, it really fit Blaine.
"Your room looks lovely, but I'm curious about the privacy screen, did you just get it?"
Blaine turned to look at it. "Oh, yeah well Nick did. When he found out about me not having a door up here, he said he needed me to have it just in case. I'm not sure what the 'just in case' is, but he insisted. And I don't mind it."
Kurt nodded. "Well I do wish there was a door, it's really nice that he did that though. So that was a little less information than I had expected."
Blaine tucked his hands into his pockets and shifted his feet. "Yeah, I was expecting a bit more too. He acted like he was more worried about what you would say; maybe he just didn't know how to ask."
"That could be it, I know I can be intimidating, people have told me that many a time. Not that I'd tell anyone, I wouldn't want to put you in any unnecessary danger."
Blaine glanced at him then, smiling kindly at him. "I don't believe you ever would. I did find you a bit intimidating when we first met, I'll admit."
Now Kurt was intrigued, he walked over to the bed and sat down, patting the spot next to him. "Oh really? I did happen to see you checking me out outside the club; I can admit I was doing the same thing."
And like clockwork Blaine blushed brightly, he had sat down while he had been talking, and was pressing against him nicely. "I don't think you can really blame me though, I mean you are gorgeous."
"Oh I don't, I just like to see you blush." Kurt smirked at him, and ran his fore-finger over Blaine's cheek, then slowly down until he could rest his hand on Blaine's thigh. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes the whole time, waiting for him to do something. It didn't take long, only a few seconds before Blaine was pushing him back on the bed and climbing on top of him. Kurt fell back with a thump, and immediately started to feel Blaine kissing his neck. Kurt was starting to realize that once Blaine was instigated, he pretty much turned into a sex kitten. Kurt didn't mind in the least though.
Kurt let Blaine kiss on his neck for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of Blaine on top of him, soon enough he wanted more though. He wrapped his hands around Blaine's head, fingers messing up the gel in his hair, and pulling him up and to his mouth so they could kiss properly. There was no slow start; Kurt didn't have time for that, or the patience. He delved his tongue straight into Blaine's mouth, licking the back of his teeth, sucking on his tongue and biting at his lip. Blaine was letting out little whimpers every so often, and had started pressing his cock into Kurt's thigh. He wasn't sure if it was intentional, but Kurt sure as fuck wasn't going to tell him to stop.
They spent a while kissing, hands roving over each other, hair being pulled, shirts untucked, and hips frantically moving. Kurt felt like he was in heaven, Blaine felt amazing, but he wanted more, so much more, so he pushed him away. "Blaine, clothes, they should go away."
Blaine blinked at him, and then nodded, moving up to straddle Kurt and started unbuttoning his shirt. Kurt did the same, but with Blaine on him he couldn't really move all that much, and plus pants, those needed to go too. Kurt shifted so he could set up, Blaine was still sitting in his lap and the shift made him moan, the friction for both of them being so very good. Not being able to stop himself, what with Blaine having his shirt completely unbuttoned and open now, Kurt placed his mouth on Blaine's chest, starting to suck at his collar bones and then moving down to his nipples. Blaine groaned and grabbed the back of Kurt's head, running his fingers roughly through his hair. He started to grind down too, but with the position they were in, there wasn't much relief.
After having been distracted for a few minutes by Blaine's gorgeous chest, Kurt remembered what he had been trying to do. He lifted his head and looked at Blaine, who smiled at him and leaned forward for a kiss, which Kurt gladly gave. It was meant to be short, Kurt knew clothes needed to be removed, but fucking hell Blaine was distracting, and he kissed so well. Eventually Blaine started to move, kissing along Kurt's jaw instead, which let Kurt clear his head enough to remember what he had been doing. "Baby, we should stand up."
Blaine briefly kissed his mouth and then moved lower, kissing on his neck and then ear, and oh god, screw losing clothes. But Blaine had stopped just long enough to whisper into Kurt's ear. "Why?"
That was almost worse, the whispering, but then he went straight back to kissing and licking his ear, how the fuck was he supposed to concentrate on anything with Blaine doing that!? He was just going to let Blaine do whatever he wanted, but then he felt something brush over his hand, it was Blaine's open shirt, oh yeah, clothes. While he was able to think, at least somewhat, Kurt told Blaine about the horrible clothes, how far gone was he that he actually just thought that? "Clothes! Blaine the clothes are in the way, oh god that's so good!" his voice tapered off into a moan.
Blaine had stopped though, moving to look Kurt in the face, and then got off of him, causing Kurt to frown. "What are you doing?"
Blaine smiled at him. "You said clothes, just doing what you wanted."
Kurt nodded, of course that made sense, he should do that too. So he got up and started taking off his clothes too, while he was doing that, he turned his attention to other things, not wanting to see Blaine and get distracted again. During his survey of the room, Kurt noticed the privacy screen, which was still open; he wondered if Blaine wanted to close it. He turned to look at Blaine, and oh fuck, he was completely naked now, just stepping out of his underwear. Kurt really really had the urge to just push Blaine on the bed, so he did. Sadly Kurt was still wearing his briefs, but those were easier to get off than his pants, so that was good at least. Maybe the thin layer would be helpful.
Kurt crawled on top of Blaine; he started to kiss him, but then had a thought. Nick was down there, and while Kurt had told him to put headphones on and Blaine didn't seem to be against them having sex at all, Kurt wanted to be sure. "I know this is kind of late, since we are almost completely naked now, but do you want to have sex?"
Blaine actually giggled, surprising Kurt, because he'd thought Blaine was more gone than that. "Yeah, of course, I wouldn't have taken my clothes if I hadn't wanted you."
"Okay, good. I just wanted to check." Kurt smiled down at him, and then started kissing him just small pecks at fist letting it start to build back up. "God Blaine, you are amazing, so handsome, and muscular, I really want to fuck you now."
Kurt felt Blaine nod, and let out a shallow whisper. "Yes, please."
He smiled, pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips and then sitting up. "Stuff?" He asked, and then moved so he could also shove off his boxers, he ended up kneeling in-between Blaine's legs.
Blaine's face dropped. "Fuck, I have lube in the drawer, just there." He pointed to the night stand. "But I didn't think to buy any condoms, I haven't really needed them."
Kurt pouted, he should have brought some with him, but he hadn't really been thinking about fucking Blaine tonight. Which honestly he didn't know why, anytime spent with him should be focused on Blaine being naked. Kurt thought for a moment, sure he couldn't fuck Blaine, but there was many other things they could do, so he reached into the drawer and got the lube out. "Well, that is a downside, but there are other things we can do. I don't plan on leaving you unfulfilled. What kind of boyfriend would that make me?"
Blaine bit his lip. "What are you thinking?"
Kurt smirked; he placed his finger tips on Blaine's lips, probing his mouth a bit, until Blaine opened up. He gave a pointed look to him, and Blaine started sucking on them, after a few moments Kurt pulled his fingers out. He trailed his hand down Blaine's chest, digging his nails into the skin just enough to leave a shallow red mark as he went.
When his hand reached Blaine's cock, he grabbed it and pulled, jacking him off for a couple of minutes until Blaine was squirming. Kurt used his other hand to move Blaine's legs, moving them a little further apart and then grabbed the lube opening it. When he pulled his hand off Blaine's cock, Blaine whined lifting his head to see what Kurt was doing. Kurt squirted the lube on his hand, and pushed at Blaine's legs, trying to get him to bend them. Blaine seemed to get the point, and happily bent his knees, spreading his legs as much as he could.
Kurt could now see Blaine's whole, he bit his lip, because he really wanted to fuck him, but it'd have to wait. Kurt placed his lubed up fingers to Blaine's rim, gently pushing inside, he looked up to see Blaine's face. Blaine was watching him, his face flushed and lips swollen, he looked magnificent.
"More?"
In answer, Kurt pushed another finger in, and didn't waste any time in finding Blaine's prostate. He spent some time pressing on it, then added another finger and began pumping them in and out. He changed his position so that his legs where lying under Blaine's. Kurt looked up again, checking on Blaine, since he wasn't making too much noise, just small breathy moans. His head was thrown back on to the pillow, hands were clinching the sheets, teeth biting his lips, safe to say Blaine was enjoying himself.
Kurt grinned to himself, he loved wrecking Blaine, he wanted to add another finger, but he wasn't sure if he should. "Baby, do you want more?"
Blaine blinked, looked down at Kurt, his face so flushed so red, and his eyes so glazed, it caused Kurt dick to throb. "God yes, so much, please, feels so fucking good. More."
Kurt smirked; he picked up the lube again, pulled his fingers out just long enough to add a bit more. Once his pinky was in, Kurt just kind of watched Blaine, he was so blissed out, but he hadn't tried to touch himself. His moans where starting to get louder though, and when Kurt hit his prostate again, Blaine screamed, he still didn't reach for his cock though. Kurt was kind of amazed by that, wondering if maybe Blaine preferred to just come without touching. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"Fuck! Yes, no, wait what?"
Kurt almost laughed. "You're so hard baby, it must hurt, do you want me to touch your cock?"
Blaine licked his lips, glancing at his cock and then back at Kurt and shook his head. Kurt couldn't help it, the groan that came out of his mouth. Just the thought of Blaine wanting to get off on just Kurt's fingers in his ass was almost enough to make him come untouched. "You're so fucking hot, do you know that? I bet I could come just from doing this to you, looking at you all flushed and fucked out. Coming just from my fingers, you're so fucking hot Blaine."
While Kurt was talking, he had started pumping his fingers faster, trying to hit Blaine's prostate every single time. Blaine had thrown back his head again, clinched the sheets, and lifted his hips, trying to find some relief for his cock. It was a beautiful sight.
"Come on baby, I know you can do it, or did you want more? Did you want me to fist you? I bet you could take it, have my whole hand in you, my knuckles pressing firmly against your prostate. You'd enjoy it so much wouldn't you baby?"
Blaine came with a scream, his come landing all over his chest, and some even hitting his face. Kurt had to use his other hand to squeeze the base of his cock, not wanting to come just yet. He kept his fingers in Blaine though, moving slower but still moving. Eventually Blaine started squirming, moving away from Blaine's hand, he was sensitive, Kurt knew that, but he just didn't want to let go. He did though, when he started to hear Blaine whimper.
"You okay baby?" Kurt asked, Blaine still had his eyes closed, and was just lying there, but he was smiling.
Blaine cleared his throat, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse. "Yeah, I'm great. Perfect even."
Kurt smiled, he moved back from Blaine then, and went to go lay down beside him. "That's great, I'm glad."
Blaine turned to him; eyes focused on him, but still pretty glazed over. "Hi."
Kurt giggled. "Hi."
Blaine turned over and pulled Kurt close, hugging him tightly, he still had come on his chest, but Kurt wasn't worried about it. He pulled away though, just after a second and gave Kurt a funny look. "You're still hard."
Kurt kind of shrugged, well as much as he could shrug lying down. "Yeah, it's fine though."
Blaine frowned at him. "No, it's not. Let me suck you off?"
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. "Fuck, Blaine. You want that? You don't have to."
"I want to though."
Kurt felt Blaine move, he pushed him to lie down flat, and then he was in-between Kurt's legs. He didn't waste any time, going straight for Kurt's cock and sucking it down. Kurt moaned loudly, the heat and Blaine's tongue was too good. He'd already been ready to come just from watching Blaine, and then having him suck him off, he wouldn't last long at all.
Blaine pulled off, causing Kurt to open his eyes and look down. "How do you feel about teeth?"
Fucking hell, fuck everything "A little teeth is good. Yeah." Blaine went back to it, sucking hard and then grazing his teeth on the tip of Kurt's head. Just watching him do that, his face already flushed, his body glistening with sweat, hell just having Blaine suck on him was going to do him in. Then Blaine started playing with his balls, Kurt couldn't watch anymore, he threw his head back, with a loud moan. He could feel his toes curling into the bed. And when Blaine stuck the tip of his tongue into Kurt's slit, also squeezing the base of his cock, Kurt came.
He couldn't think, only feel, there were stars behind his eyelids, his stomach was clinched tightly, and Blaine was still sucking. Kurt was going to die. Kurt un-clinched his hands from the sheets and brought them to Blaine's head, pushing him off. It was harder than he thought; Blaine didn't seem to get it. "Blaine please, it's too much."
Blaine stopped at that, pulling off and licking his lips, Kurt groaned, he seriously couldn't handle this man. "Sorry, just tasted better than I thought." Blaine said with a smug grin.
Kurt had a feeling he actually did know what he was doing. Little fucker. "Come here."
Blaine did, moving up and over to the side of Kurt. He turned on his side, so that he was facing Blaine, and tucked his face into Blaine's neck. He kissed the skin there, and murmured into it. "You're impossible, do you know that?"
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
Kurt could hear the smile in his voice; he pulled back and looked into his eyes. "That was really good, but you need to go buy condoms."
Blaine just grinned, surprising Kurt with not blushing, but then again they had just had sex. "Oh I plan too, right after work tomorrow."
"Good." Kurt then snuggled into Blaine, he knew he'd actually have to leave, there was work tomorrow, but he could deal with a few minutes of cuddles.
"Hey Kurt, we never closed the privacy thing."
Kurt giggled. "Oops, I don't think Nick was dumb enough to come up here anyways."
Blaine's eyes widened. "Oh shit, I totally forgot about Nick!"
Kurt laughed, squeezing Blaine into a hug. "That's good to know I don't want you thinking about other guys while we are having sex."
Blaine actually looked offended at that. "I would never!"
Kurt smiled softly at him, rubbing his hand over Blaine's face and pulling him in for a kiss. "I never thought you would actually."
"Okay." Blaine kissed him again, deeper this time, he rolled them over so Blaine was on top of Kurt. The kisses became more intense then, Blaine pressing down on him more and more. Kurt pulling on Blaine's hair, directing him in which direction his head should be for the better angle. They were interrupted then though.
"ARE YOU GUYS DONE YET? IT'S BEEN LIKE AN HOUR!" Nick had yelled up the stairs.
Blaine pulled away then, blushing just a little, he gave Kurt one last kiss before getting off of him. Blaine walked over to the half-wall and looked down, yelling back. "Sorry Nick!"
Blaine came back to the bed then, but he put his briefs on first, causing Kurt to frown. "What? Why?"
Blaine smiled at him. "Sorry, just if we are both naked, I don't think I will be able to stop myself."
Kurt smirked. "Yeah I don't think so either."
Blaine got back on the bed and cuddled into Kurt again. "I'm so glad I found you."
Kurt kissed Blaine's head from where it was rested on his chest. "Me too, baby, me too."