After TFT. Because obviously I haven't written enough fic for that.
Title from Somebody Loves You by the awesome Betty Who :)
If I Am Good to You
Blaine might actually be more worried now, lying naked at Kurt's side, than he was before… that.
Was I good enough?
Did he fall asleep right after because I was boring?
What if he hated it?
What if he'll be sore and it'll be my fault?
Did I make a weird face?
Did I sound weird when I came?
Was I too rough?
Was I too gentle?
He huffs, nerves seeping into every part of his body; his muscles are tense, he's unconsciously gritting his teeth and he nearly jumps when Kurt rolls over, slinging an arm over his waist.
"Stop gritting your teeth," mumbles Kurt sleepily, "it's bad. Go to sleep."
He puts his tongue between his teeth and tries to relax into Kurt's touch.
"Was I good?" he asks, softly, barely audible and very scared.
"Mmm, yes. You were amazing, B, now sleep."
"Really?" Blaine asks.
"Yes, I promise," he says, muzzling Blaine's neck. "But I'm still going to throw you out of bed if you keep stressing like this."
"Okay."
"Good," says Kurt. "Now sleep. I just came my brains out and I'm tired."
"Okay," Blaine whispers again, and smiles, leaning back into Kurt's chest and pulling the blanket tighter around him. "I love you," he adds a moment later; Kurt snores at him, and he smiles even bigger, heart fluttering in his chest.