Santana walking in on Klaine, by a prompt from Gleek. me in the reviews- thank you! :) Bonus- a tiny bit of daddy!kink.

Btw, I'm going out of town again this week- in two hours actually- so I'll be back with another update on Friday, and also back to daily updates shortly after, for a week or two until the end of my spring break.

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Misplaced Lube

Oh, sweet lord above, Kurt has definitely forgotten how much he likes Blaine topping. He feels too full yet not enough as he writhes on the bed, his fingers sunk into Blaine's fleshy ass, moaning loudly every time Blaine hits his prostate.

"God, I missed being in you," breathes Blaine into his ear, and grunts on a thrust that send shim even deeper inside. "You're so tight, shit, baby."

Kurt smiles and kisses Blaine, sucking at his lip and nibbling on it before he pulls away to let out a high-pitched moan that makes Blaine's hands tighten into his waist. There's heat gathering in his belly, and his balls are drawn so tight it nearly hurts. "Going to come, B, make me come, make me come- oh, fuck!" he lifts his hips to meet Blaine's, fucking himself harder on Blaine's cock.

"Yeah, come for m-"

"Lady Face and Hobbit! You have exactly three seconds to cover up before I go in there!"

The both freeze.

"I didn't know she was home-"

"She must've came back-"

The curtain is jerked open, and Blaine jumps, making Kurt hiss. Santana's fierce eyes stare at them for a short second before she lets out a grumbled noise of disgust and looks away. She talks while looking at the wall; "I seem to have misplaced a very expensive bottle of lube-"

"What's wrong, Satan, can't get your girl wet enough?" says Kurt in all of his heels-to-heaven glory, and Blaine chuckles. He likes how Kurt stopped holding back on the sass after he moved here.

"Shut up, lady face, if your Hobbit's dick was half as big as my strap-on, you wouldn't question it. Anyway, I know it's not Rachel who took it since I already looked through her stuff, which means you're the main suspect. Give it back and no one gets hurt."

"We didn't take your lube, Santana-" says Blaine in a friendly voice, just trying to make her go away, but Kurt stops him.

"We don't need you lube, we have our own, and we don't touch other people's stuff like someone here," Kurt snaps. "Now leave us alone, we're kinda busy."

How Kurt manages to stay to calm when Santana can see his dick, Blaine will never understand. He twitches uncomfortably, and Kurt squeezes around him- he chokes back a tiny moan.

"Ugh, whatever. I can't look at cock for this long, I'm getting a headache. Give it back when you're done, and you owe me half its price."

She turns and shuts the curtain behind her, and Blaine lets out a breath. "God, that was so uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I don't know if I can-"

Kurt grips his neck and kisses him, filthy and hot, all tongue and biting teeth and pressing, hot lips. Then he whispers into Blaine's ear, voice hoarse, "Fuck me, daddy."

Blaine shivers, goosebumps rising on his arms and legs; of course Kurt knows exactly which of Blaine's buttons he needs to press to get what he wants, and Blaine is so, so okay with that.

"Okay," he says breathily, and pushes his hips forward again; Kurt moans especially loudly- maybe to get back at Santana, maybe to encourage Blaine further- and lets himself clench hard around Blaine. "Shit, Kurt-"

"Fuck me, daddy," he says again, whining a little as he rocks his hips. "Want your big cock stretching me, making me come, oh, daddy."

Blaine inhales sharply and puts his lips to Kurt's neck, moaning into it while he begins moving again, his thrusts getting sharper and sharper with his desperation and the volume of Kurt's moans, until he's fucking Kurt with vigor, hard enough to make the bed shake; it takes Kurt only a few minutes to come- quite spectacularly, all over himself and Blaine- and then he sprawls on the bed, letting Blaine fuck him until he reaches his own climax, swearing and moaning into Kurt's skin.

"Santana who?" Kurt says lazily, smirking to himself, and Blaine snorts.

"I love you, dumbass."