Kurt/Blaine: Just A Touch (2/2) (NC-17)
Title: Just A Touch (2/2)
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~10,000
Spoilers: None
Summary: Written for this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme: Klaine, badboy!Kurt, top!Kurt, Rachel is having a party at her house. Can take place during BIOTA, except Kurt and Blaine are both at McKinley and have barely ever had contact before. Kurt isn't in the glee club. Kurt and Blaine notice each other during one of the games they play(spin the bottle, strip!games, never have i ever, etc.), and later have sex somewhere else in the house.
Over the last few years, Kurt’s perfected many ways to shut people up. There are bitch faces and glares and raised eyebrows, but none of those are right for this moment. Instead of over-thinking, he allows his body to react on instinct. In an instant, the bottle’s dropping to the floor and his lips are against Blaine’s, sucking the gasp from his mouth and again latching onto his arms.
It might not have been the most logical way to make Blaine stop talking, but from the way he’s kissing back, it doesn’t seem that he minds all that much.
Kurt knows that he’s so drunk, probably moreso than he should be while doing this, but all that he can think and breathe and feel is Blaine. The full lips against his hesitate only briefly before pressing in with just as much force as Kurt’s putting out. Everything is dark and blissfully hot and perfect behind the comfort of Kurt’s closed eyelids, blocking out everything but BlaineBlaineBlaine and the feeling of his lips and tongue against Kurt’s own.
The amount of time they spend standing there in the hallway gripping onto each other’s arms and just kissing is something that Kurt really can’t determine and honestly, it doesn’t matter. All that does are the little moans that keep vibrating through Blaine’s tongue and the hot hard grip of Blaine’s hands on his arms.
Kurt wants those hands everywhere-in his hair, raking down his sides, grabbing onto his ass, stroking his cock. Especially the last part. It brings him back to reality. Back to the strangely lavishly decorated hallway and his swirling head and the smell of vodka and orange juice and perfection on Blaine’s breath as he pants with his forehead pressed against Kurt’s.
“What are we doing?” Blaine asks.
“It appears as though we’re standing in a hallway,” Kurt replies, unable to help himself. Blaine shakes his head and smiles in a way that leads Kurt to believe that he really hadn’t wanted to let himself do so.
“Why are you such a smartass all the time? I’m on to you, you know.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now shut up and get back to kissing me, please,” Kurt said, sliding a hand up his arm-such a lovely naked arm-over his shoulder and around to the back of his neck.
“Not here,” Blaine gasps, turning his head just as Kurt’s about to kiss him and causing Kurt’s lips to press against the side of his neck instead. His skin tastes a little sweaty and for some reason that makes Kurt get even harder, his hips surging forward and pressing into Blaine. Blaine’s already half naked but Kurt wants more. He wants to feel that skin against him, wants get closer, so much closer, so he lets his hands wander from Blaine’s arms, finally settling them in on his waist.
“Come on,” Blaine whispers, stepping back and reaching for Kurt’s hand. “I know where we can go.” The hallway twirls roughly around him, making him sway on his feet as Blaine pulls and starts off down the hallway and up the stairs. It takes them far less time than should be possible in order to reach the upstairs landing and within what feels like nanoseconds, Blaine’s leading them into a bedroom.
Everything is bright colors and stuffed animals and Kurt feels his nose crinkle up at the sight. This has to be Rachel’s room.
“Can we please go somewhere else?” he finds himself asking as Blaine starts to work at the buttons of Kurt’s shirt.
“My bag is in here,” Blaine says.
“So…?”
“There are things we might need in there.”
Oh.
“You just happened to have those things in your overnight bag?”
“I was a boy scout. I’m always prepared,” Blaine grins as he slides the last button through its hole and smoothes his hands over Kurt’s stomach as he pushes the shirt open.
“Were you really?” Kurt asks, not at all surprised. Blaine’s hands are sure and soothing against his skin and all Kurt can do is lean into them and think about how amazing they’ll feel everywhere.
“Of course I was,” Blaine says, sounding almost affronted before leaning in to press a series of gentle kisses down Kurt’s sternum.
“And who exactly were you prepared to have sex with tonight? Harboring a crush on Finn? Take my word for it, it’s not worth your time,” Kurt says, his eyelids droopily happily as Blaine flicks his tongue across Kurt’s nipple. Everything feels amazing but muted a little in a way that just makes him want more.
“With you, stupid,” Blaine breathes out before sucking that nipple between his lips. Kurt’s eyes fly open and he grabs hard onto Blaine’s shoulders, pushing him back and away far enough that he’s no longer distracting.
“Did you and Puck plan this?” Kurt rants, his fingers flying to rebutton his shirt. Oh god, he’s so stupid to have fallen for all of this. “I don’t know why he got it in his head that I’d get along with all of you, but he was sorely mistaken. I don’t need to be set up with the only other gay guy in school. I have plenty of options out there.”
“Kurt,” Blaine says and when Kurt ignores him, he repeats himself. “Kurt. Puck and I didn’t plan anything. Will you stop that and listen to me?” Kurt drops his hands but refuses to meet Blaine’s eyes. He feels a gentle hand-seriously, such soft skin-take hold of his chin and turn it until they’re looking at one another again. “Puck told us that he’d invited you and that was it. I’ve… I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the day I transferred, Kurt. I never imagined that anything even close to this would ever happen, but yeah, I threw condoms and lube in my bag just in case. And it was stupid of me, but I think we can both agree that it’s worked out in our favor.”
“You have a crush on me?” Kurt asks. Blaine laughs and nods. “But why? I’m not nice to you. I’ve said horrible things about you. I’ve stood there and watched you get slushied on more than one occasion. How can you possibly have a crush on me?”
“Have you seen yourself? You’re without question the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. You’re so hot that I don’t care if you’re an asshole, even though I’m absolutely certain that it’s all an act. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I’ve dreamt about this,” Blaine says, biting lightly on his bottom lip and again unbuttoning the few buttons Kurt had managed to haphazardly refit moments earlier.
Kurt just stands there and stares at Blaine, watching him work and wondering how in the hell this is really happening. A few hours earlier he was just Kurt: Aloof School Badass to all of these people and now here he is feeling more transparent than he ever has before while a gorgeous guy he’s never before let himself notice takes his shirt off.
What in the fuck has become of his life? He’s always fought and strived for order and sense and structure, but this is all feeling and no reason. It’s touches and tastes and smells. It’s visceral and primal and god, Kurt wants it so much he can hardly remind himself to breathe. He wants Blaine so much. Blaine who is a social nobody. Who wears stupid stupid bowties. Who tastes sweet and looks gorgeous and feels like heaven beneath Kurt’s fingers.
“This is insane,” Kurt breathes out.
“We don’t have to,“ Blaine says as he pushes Kurt’s shirt from his shoulders and pulls him in close, pressing their bare chests together. Blaine is radiating heat, making Kurt shiver and clutch and try to get more of Blaine against him.
“Oh I want to,” Kurt says. “Do you?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” Any remaining bits of trepidation swimming in Kurt’s belly disappear as soon as the words leave Blaine’s lips. He digs his fingers into Blaine’s hips and spins them around, shoving Blaine against the wall and sucking that perfect pink tongue into his mouth.
“Then let’s move to the bed.”
Kurt has imagined this moment so many times. It’s first contact. He’s never been here before, pressed against another boy, guiding him down onto a mattress covered with the most outlandishly gaudy bedspread he’s ever seen. It might not be his dream vision for losing his virginity location-wise, but he really couldn’t have dreamed up someone better looking to share the moment with.
Blaine looks incredible beneath him, all flushed and breathless with curls breaking from the hold of hair gel at his temples and across his forehead.
“You’re gorgeous,” Kurt sighs, stroking a hand down Blaine’s cheek and feeling so much regret and anger with himself in that moment it’s all he can do not to just cling to the beautiful boy beneath him and cry. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice before.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Blaine says, his eyebrows furrowing as he places both hands on Kurt’s cheeks.
“It’s not,” Kurt whispers. “I’m really not a bad person, I just-”
“I know. If you were, we wouldn’t be here right now,” Blaine offers, stroking his thumbs over Kurt’s cheeks. Kurt wants to lean into the touch, but he can’t decide which way to move.
Blaine is right. If Kurt was a bad person, a bully, they could be in this same position. Maybe Kurt would tell everyone the next day. Maybe he’d pretend to have hated it just to make Blaine feel like crap. But Kurt isn’t. He’s just… surviving. And because of that, they’re here.
Kurt just wants to be closer, so he forces his stupid drunk and noisy brain shut up and kisses Blaine again. It’s different this time. Slower. There are moments when there’s no tongue at all, just the gentle slip-slide of lips, suction and whimpers. Kurt doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until Blaine is crying out, ripping his lips from Kurt’s and panting.
Their hips are grinding together, cock against cock through layers of clothing. It’s so good, too good, and his body has been working against Blaine’s without any planning or intent. Kurt blinks down at Blaine and moves more deliberately this time, rubbing a little harder and slower, wanting to see what kind of sound he can draw out of Blaine’s perfect mouth.
“Pants off,” Blaine manages to get out between heaving breaths and yes, Kurt thinks that’s a fantastic idea. He climbs off of Blaine to stand beside the bed where he attempts to get rid of his pants and briefs. It’s taking longer than he would like due to the sluggish movement of his stupid drunk fingers and he misses Blaine’s own journey into nudity entirely due to all of his fumbling.
When he raises his head, feeling oddly proud of himself for doing something as basic as getting off his pants without much incident-he is ridiculously drunk, after all-all of the breath whooshes from his lungs.
Blaine is beautiful. There’s so much skin to take in, all pulled over muscle and dusted with black hair. Kurt sinks to the bed, kneeling with his legs astride Blaine’s thighs as he runs his hands all over Blaine’s stomach and chest, dragging over his nipples with harder presses of his fingertips and making Blaine moan and arch into the touch. He’s so responsive. Every little movement is making him shift and breathe heavily. Kurt wants to touch him for hours, tracing every inch, every line with curious fingers, but the aching hardness of his cock is telling him that there’s no time for that right now.
He glances down at Blaine’s cock, so hard and straining up against his stomach. Kurt doesn’t let himself think because all he’ll do is talk himself into moving more slowly when every other inch of his body wants it all and wants it right now. As he leans down to touch his lips to Blaine’s, he shifts until one forearm is pressed to the mattress as his knees dig in for leverage. He lowers his hips until their cocks are pressed together and fuck if it isn’t the absolute best thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
“You feel so good,” Kurt moans as his hips thrust forward. Blaine just makes a noise, some kind of cross between a moan and a sigh and works his hips up over and over. It’s mostly dry but somehow that just makes it feel even better. It’s desperate. It’s now. But for as good as it is, it isn’t good enough.
Bringing his free hand up to his mouth, Kurt licks across it before wrapping it around both of their cocks. It’s not a tight grip and it’s not exactly working out the way he wants it to, but it serves the purpose of directing the line of their thrusts. All he can feel is heat and tension building in his groin, everything swirling and twisting as Blaine’s gorgeous cock rubs against his own over and over.
“I want you,” Blaine breathes out. “Oh god, I want you so bad, Kurt.”
“What do you want?” Kurt asks, his hips never stopping, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth.
“You. Inside of me. Please, Kurt, I’ve thought about it so much.”
Kurt’s hips stutter, his rhythm blown to hell at Blaine’s words. With a shaky inhalation, he stops and lets go of their cocks so he can lower his body on top of Blaine’s, bringing the entire naked lengths of their bodies together. It’s all hard and linear and perfect, and for just a moment he allows himself to get lost in kisses and gentle touches.
But then what Blaine said comes back to him and he pauses, nipping lightly on Blaine’s lower lip before whispering against the kiss-swollen skin.
“I think it’s time for you to get out your supplies, Boy Scout.”
Blaine moans and thrusts against Kurt once more before gently pushing up on his chest. Kurt’s so turned on that even the very simple action of Blaine’s palms pressing unintentionally against his nipples sends a surge of heat through him. He flops sideways onto the mattress and props his head up on a hand to watch as Blaine scrambles to dig through the leather overnight bag set against the far wall of Rachel’s room.
His cock hurts it’s so hard, so he wraps a hand around it, lightly stroking as Blaine finally pulls a condom and small bottle of lube from a side pocket. The breath he’d been pulling into his lungs catches in his throat when Blaine turns and smiles at him.
Blaine’s entire body is hard and lean from the cock between his legs to trim shoulders to the gorgeously full swell of his ass. His eyes are dark and eager, the corners of his lips curled up in a grin that’s a little… naughty in its obvious showing of excitement for what’s about to come. That smile disappears when his gaze flicks down the length of Kurt’s body and settles in on his cock-namely on the hand stroking the length. He swallows thickly and quickly closes the distance to the bed, climbing on and urging Kurt onto his back.
Before he has any chance to react, Blaine’s lowering himself on top of Kurt and sliding their lips together. His tongue is demanding against the seam of Kurt’s lips, seeking entry with an impatient, needy moan that Kurt feels all the way to the tips of his fingers. Against his hip, Kurt can feel the head of Blaine’s cock rubbing wetly-a fact that makes Kurt’s brain go blank and completely stupid for a few seconds-and he starts a slow and almost infinitesimal thrusting rhythm, working his own cock up against Blaine’s stomach.
It goes on for a few seconds, just rutting and kissing until Blaine’s pulling back.
“I meant it when I said that I’ve thought about you being inside of me. Now, please,” Blaine whispers against Kurt’s lips between kisses and how can Kurt possibly turn down a request like that?
“Okay,” Kurt breathes out, craning his neck to steal one more kiss before Blaine shifts to lay down beside him. “I… I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either. Not with someone else,” Blaine says, his eyebrows knitting together as he reaches for Kurt. “We’ll do it together. Please, Kurt. I need you.”
Kurt picks up the lube as he sits up and moves and he pops open the lid. His head is still swimming, his eyelids feeling heavy as he blinks, but the click that sounds when he flicks the bottle open is deafening. He’s suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he’s sitting completely naked between Blaine Anderson’s legs with his cock painfully hard and his hands shaking as he coats some of his fingers with the cool, slippery lube.
He might not have ever done this to someone else, but he’s done it to himself once or twice. Before he can ask, Blaine’s tenting his legs, his knees alongside Kurt’s body as he takes a deep breath and looks down. Blaine’s exposed this way, his beautiful cock and heavy-looking balls completely on display, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He barely even seems to notice, actually.
His eyes are trained on Kurt, his lips parted, his chest heaving. He’s waiting and Kurt forces himself to shove his nerves aside. It’s not hard to do given how drunk and horny he is. It’s easy to lose himself in the feeling of the moment, in the way the puckered skin of Blaine’s asshole tenses when Kurt slides a first tentative finger across it.
Kurt wants to see, needs to see, so he moves without stopping the slide of his finger, lowering himself to the mattress and just staring. As soon as he does, his resolve vanishes and he starts to push inward until the tip of his finger disappears inside.
Inside.
Blaine sucks in a deep breath and squirms, but not away from Kurt. Toward him. Toward his touch, silently asking for more. Kurt licks across his bottom lip and slowly starts to work his finger inside, unable to take his eyes off of his disappearing finger. Blaine’s warm and the way his asshole is gripping his finger is doing really strange things to Kurt’s brain. He can’t wait to bury his cock inside of it. Inside of Blaine.
“More, Kurt,” Blaine complains, his hips still bearing down. Kurt immediately sets to work at moving another finger inside. And then, when Blaine’s sweating a little, his hairline damp and his breaths hitching, Kurt adds a third.
His cock is so hard. As much as he’d like to draw this out and watch as Blaine’s body goes even more pliant with satisfaction, the way Blaine’s hips are rocking with the movement of Kurt’s fingers as they fuck him... he just really can’t wait any longer.
“Are you ready?” Kurt asks, pausing the thrust of his fingers to massage Blaine’s prostate until he’s crying out and grabbing hard onto the base of his own cock.
“Yes,” he hisses out, the word extending into the otherwise silent room as Kurt keeps moving his fingers just so. “Oh god, please.”
Kurt smiles and carefully withdraws his fingers. Blaine’s so debauched, glistening and flushed, every inch of him screaming sex and want. The fact that he looks that way because of Kurt is… well, it’s kind of astounding, actually. From what Blaine has said though, he’s been wanting Kurt for awhile. Maybe it should make him feel weird, but it doesn’t. It’s flattering, really. And now that Kurt’s really seeing Blaine for the first time-and god what he’s seeing-he’s wanting just as badly.
He picks up the condom and rips it open before he can give it a second thought. Before he can remind himself that he has no idea what he’s doing and that he’s so so drunk. With small movements that still manage to curl his toes and make his eyes want to flutter shut, he rolls the condom down his length before coating it with lube. Every little touch is flooding his stomach with heat and he really hopes that he lasts longer than a few seconds once he's inside.
“Turn over,” Kurt says, his voice surprisingly soft yet low and gravelly all at the same time. Blaine nods and gets himself onto his hands and knees, his ass right in front of Kurt. Biting back a needy whine at the sight, Kurt puts a hand on each of Blaine’s asscheeks and pulls them apart, looking at him where he’s already stretched but not nearly as much as he’s about to be.
Kurt scoots forward, until his cock brushes against the firm roundness of Blaine’s ass, both of them moaning a little at the touch. He slides one hand up Blaine’s back, touching him as far up as he can while lining up his cock with the other. This is it. All he has to do is push forward and then-
As the head of his cock slides into Blaine’s ass, for the first time in his entire life, he’s at a loss for words. His mouth opens to speak, wants to speak, but he just can’t. A strangled groan comes out, his hands scrambling to find a secure hold on Blaine’s hips. It’s just so much.
“Kurt,” Blaine breaths out, twisting his head around to catch his eye. “Are you okay?” Kurt nods emphatically and looks down at where he’s partially buried inside of Blaine. A fresh wave of heat surges down his stomach, making his hips twitch and sliding his cock in a little deeper.
Blaine moans and wriggles his hips a little, adding a whole new kind of friction to the mix and making Kurt cry out and dig his fingertips even harder into the smooth skin of Blaine’s hips.
“You’re so tight,” Kurt finally chokes out, his thighs quivering from the restraint he’s having to use not to thrust so hard and fast he’d surely hurt Blaine.
“You feel so good,” Blaine says, his shoulder blades shifting as he grips onto the hideous bedspread beneath them.
“Does it hurt?” Kurt asks quickly, wishing that he could run his hands over Blaine’s back but not entirely trusting himself to let go of his forceful grip.
“No, but… I need you to move, Kurt,” he says and god, the way he says Kurt’s name. Like it’s familiar and comfortable. Not like tonight is the first time they’ve ever really interacted. It does something funny to Kurt. Makes him flush hot all over, his skin tingling as he pushes his cock in a little farther before pulling back.
The tight grip of Blaine’s asshole around his cock is like nothing he ever could have imagined. It’s nothing like a hand. It’s nothing like a mouth-well, he assumes. It’s just…
“Perfect,” he whispers as he rocks his hips back toward Blaine, sliding his cock in even farther this time. Either Blaine doesn’t hear him or just doesn’t want to respond, because all he does is push his ass back, enveloping even more of Kurt’s cock inside. They play this game of push-and-push-more for several painfully long minutes until Kurt’s fully buried inside, his thighs flush with the back of Blaine’s. He has to try very hard not to collapse forward onto the now-damp expanse of Blaine’s beautiful back.
“Oh god,” Blaine moans, “Come on. Keep going.”
Kurt nods even though Blaine can’t see it because yes, moving sounds fantastic. It takes awhile to find a good rhythm, one that they can both seem to agree upon. They start slow, mostly because as much as Kurt’s natural instincts want to just fuck Blaine into the mattress, he doesn’t want to make it uncomfortable for him. It’s both of their first times and he’s trying really hard to keep that in mind no matter how badly his hips want to snap forward until he can hear his balls smacking against Blaine’s ass.
His eyes roll back a little at that imagined sound coupled with the feeling of Blaine’s hot, tight asshole stroking his cock. Kurt lets his eyes close so he can focus on nothing but the feeling and the sound of what they’re doing.
There’s no way he’s going to last long. Not when it feels this good. Not when Blaine’s making those little whimpering sounds in his throat, when they’ve been building toward it for what feels like forever.
“Touch me, please touch me,” Blaine begs, the tone of his voice trending toward a whine as he bucks back even harder, fucking himself on Kurt’s cock. Kurt shifts until he can comfortably reach and fists a hand around Blaine’s cock. It’s only half-hard but it doesn’t take long to get him there again.
Blaine’s cock feels so good in Kurt’s hand that he almost forgets to keep thrusting. He’s buried inside of Blaine, his hips stilled against the full-and rather perfect-swell of Blaine’s ass, and he has to actually remind himself to keep moving, even if it’s just a little, no matter how easy it is to lose himself in the weight of Blaine’s cock gliding through his fingers with ease due to all of the precome Kurt’s been sliding down from the tip.
“Kurt.”
“Right. Sorry,” Kurt mumbles. From that point on, he more or less holds his hand still around Blaine's cock and just lets the rhythm of their bodies do the stroking. Blaine seems pleased enough if the increase in the volume of his moans is any indication.
But the slow and steady rhythm doesn’t feel like enough anymore. It feels like a tease. A terrible, terrible tease. Kurt can’t help it when his hips start to work faster. Can’t help how much he’s getting off on the fact that his thighs are really starting to burn and that he can feel himself getting sweaty from the feelings of pleasurepleasurepleasure coursing through him and the constant movement of his body against Blaine’s.
Blaine’s back is rolling, undulating, his hips moving so smoothly against Kurt’s it’s hypnotizing. Kurt can feel the pressure building, but it’s different than usual. When he gets close to coming when he’s at home by himself, whimpering into his pillows as he jerks himself off beneath the covers, it hits him fast and he powers through until he comes with a muffled shout into a heap of feathers and Egyptian cotton. But now it’s come on so slowly, like the tide rolling in, that he wants to drag it out.
Apparently, Blaine has other ideas.
“I’m so close, Kurt. Harder,” he says. Kurt can’t take it anymore, watching so much of Blaine’s body writhing in front of him. He unclenches his hand from the curve of Blaine’s hip and touches Blaine wherever he can. It’s not as much as he wants to touch, but it’s better than nothing.
Seriously, why does he insist on covering up this gorgeous body with the most ridiculous clothing imaginable?
The sound Kurt’s been hoping for hits his ears before he can even expect it, the slapslapslap making him moan and thrust even harder. Everything in his world is whittled down to feeling--clenching, touching, stroking, throbbing, aching, perfect perfect perfect.
He feels Blaine’s orgasm around his cock before he feels the come on his fingers. Blaine’s asshole is gripping him even tighter than before as he leans forward to rest his head on his forearms with a long moaning whine. Kurt would normally stroke him through, would want to more than anything, but that feeling around his cock is more than he can take.
He comes so hard he’s pretty sure he loses the ability to think, breathe, and see all at the same time for a few blissful seconds. He stills in Blaine’s ass, his balls pulsing, his cock throbbing as he shoots streak after streak into the condom. Blaine’s legs give out and together they collapse into a sweaty pile. Kurt’s on top of Blaine but can’t quite find the energy to care. Not until Blaine’s making an adorable little ‘oof’ and rolling his shoulders.
Kurt hums in acknowledgment and pulls out before rolling off, staring up at the canopy-oh god there’s a canopy--and sighing.
“Well,” he says. “This certainly wasn’t how I expected the evening to go.”
“Disappointed?” Blaine asks as he flips over onto his back.
“No,” Kurt says honestly, tipping his head to the side to look at him. “I’m not.”
“Good. I’m not either,” Blaine said, looking strangely serious all of a sudden. “So, what happens on Monday?”
Kurt thinks about it for a moment before shrugging.
“I have no idea,” he admits. “But I do know what happens tomorrow. I'm taking you shopping because you can not be serious about your wardrobe.”
“You’re taking me shopping?” Blaine asks incredulously with just a hint of amusement visible in the way his eyes are crinkling at the corners.
“If we’re going to be seen together at school, you can not dress that way, I’m sorry.” Blaine looks at him long and hard and if Kurt was any less drunk or sated, it’d probably be making him nervous.
“We’re going to be seen together at school?”
“It’s a possibility. I mean, after tonight, you have to admit that pretty much anything is. But let’s just take it a day at a time. First, shopping.”
“Shopping,” Blaine agrees. “Shopping and then we’ll see.”
“Do you like repeating people?”
“Not people, just you,” Blaine says. Kurt rolls his eyes, but his stomach swoops as he sits up.
“We should probably get back downstairs,” he says, unabashedly drinking in Blaine’s naked form again.
“We probably should,” Blaine agrees, raising to a sitting position as well. They dress in silence and Kurt throws the condom in the garbage can next to Rachel’s desk with a feeling of great satisfaction. He only wishes that he could be there to see her face when she finds it there.
As Blaine opens the door, Kurt grabs his wrist and pulls him in for a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
“For what?”
Kurt smiles and shakes his head. There might be time for that later. And if not, that’s okay. If it’s just a touch that they share, it’ll be all right. But if it’s more, there will be many chances for Kurt to thank Blaine for all he’s given him that night besides just the pretty incredible orgasm.
“Come on,” he says, nodding at the door. Blaine grins and leads the way, grabbing Kurt’s hand and pulling him down the hallway.
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~10,000
Spoilers: None
Summary: Written for this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme: Klaine, badboy!Kurt, top!Kurt, Rachel is having a party at her house. Can take place during BIOTA, except Kurt and Blaine are both at McKinley and have barely ever had contact before. Kurt isn't in the glee club. Kurt and Blaine notice each other during one of the games they play(spin the bottle, strip!games, never have i ever, etc.), and later have sex somewhere else in the house.
Over the last few years, Kurt’s perfected many ways to shut people up. There are bitch faces and glares and raised eyebrows, but none of those are right for this moment. Instead of over-thinking, he allows his body to react on instinct. In an instant, the bottle’s dropping to the floor and his lips are against Blaine’s, sucking the gasp from his mouth and again latching onto his arms.
It might not have been the most logical way to make Blaine stop talking, but from the way he’s kissing back, it doesn’t seem that he minds all that much.
Kurt knows that he’s so drunk, probably moreso than he should be while doing this, but all that he can think and breathe and feel is Blaine. The full lips against his hesitate only briefly before pressing in with just as much force as Kurt’s putting out. Everything is dark and blissfully hot and perfect behind the comfort of Kurt’s closed eyelids, blocking out everything but BlaineBlaineBlaine and the feeling of his lips and tongue against Kurt’s own.
The amount of time they spend standing there in the hallway gripping onto each other’s arms and just kissing is something that Kurt really can’t determine and honestly, it doesn’t matter. All that does are the little moans that keep vibrating through Blaine’s tongue and the hot hard grip of Blaine’s hands on his arms.
Kurt wants those hands everywhere-in his hair, raking down his sides, grabbing onto his ass, stroking his cock. Especially the last part. It brings him back to reality. Back to the strangely lavishly decorated hallway and his swirling head and the smell of vodka and orange juice and perfection on Blaine’s breath as he pants with his forehead pressed against Kurt’s.
“What are we doing?” Blaine asks.
“It appears as though we’re standing in a hallway,” Kurt replies, unable to help himself. Blaine shakes his head and smiles in a way that leads Kurt to believe that he really hadn’t wanted to let himself do so.
“Why are you such a smartass all the time? I’m on to you, you know.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now shut up and get back to kissing me, please,” Kurt said, sliding a hand up his arm-such a lovely naked arm-over his shoulder and around to the back of his neck.
“Not here,” Blaine gasps, turning his head just as Kurt’s about to kiss him and causing Kurt’s lips to press against the side of his neck instead. His skin tastes a little sweaty and for some reason that makes Kurt get even harder, his hips surging forward and pressing into Blaine. Blaine’s already half naked but Kurt wants more. He wants to feel that skin against him, wants get closer, so much closer, so he lets his hands wander from Blaine’s arms, finally settling them in on his waist.
“Come on,” Blaine whispers, stepping back and reaching for Kurt’s hand. “I know where we can go.” The hallway twirls roughly around him, making him sway on his feet as Blaine pulls and starts off down the hallway and up the stairs. It takes them far less time than should be possible in order to reach the upstairs landing and within what feels like nanoseconds, Blaine’s leading them into a bedroom.
Everything is bright colors and stuffed animals and Kurt feels his nose crinkle up at the sight. This has to be Rachel’s room.
“Can we please go somewhere else?” he finds himself asking as Blaine starts to work at the buttons of Kurt’s shirt.
“My bag is in here,” Blaine says.
“So…?”
“There are things we might need in there.”
Oh.
“You just happened to have those things in your overnight bag?”
“I was a boy scout. I’m always prepared,” Blaine grins as he slides the last button through its hole and smoothes his hands over Kurt’s stomach as he pushes the shirt open.
“Were you really?” Kurt asks, not at all surprised. Blaine’s hands are sure and soothing against his skin and all Kurt can do is lean into them and think about how amazing they’ll feel everywhere.
“Of course I was,” Blaine says, sounding almost affronted before leaning in to press a series of gentle kisses down Kurt’s sternum.
“And who exactly were you prepared to have sex with tonight? Harboring a crush on Finn? Take my word for it, it’s not worth your time,” Kurt says, his eyelids droopily happily as Blaine flicks his tongue across Kurt’s nipple. Everything feels amazing but muted a little in a way that just makes him want more.
“With you, stupid,” Blaine breathes out before sucking that nipple between his lips. Kurt’s eyes fly open and he grabs hard onto Blaine’s shoulders, pushing him back and away far enough that he’s no longer distracting.
“Did you and Puck plan this?” Kurt rants, his fingers flying to rebutton his shirt. Oh god, he’s so stupid to have fallen for all of this. “I don’t know why he got it in his head that I’d get along with all of you, but he was sorely mistaken. I don’t need to be set up with the only other gay guy in school. I have plenty of options out there.”
“Kurt,” Blaine says and when Kurt ignores him, he repeats himself. “Kurt. Puck and I didn’t plan anything. Will you stop that and listen to me?” Kurt drops his hands but refuses to meet Blaine’s eyes. He feels a gentle hand-seriously, such soft skin-take hold of his chin and turn it until they’re looking at one another again. “Puck told us that he’d invited you and that was it. I’ve… I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the day I transferred, Kurt. I never imagined that anything even close to this would ever happen, but yeah, I threw condoms and lube in my bag just in case. And it was stupid of me, but I think we can both agree that it’s worked out in our favor.”
“You have a crush on me?” Kurt asks. Blaine laughs and nods. “But why? I’m not nice to you. I’ve said horrible things about you. I’ve stood there and watched you get slushied on more than one occasion. How can you possibly have a crush on me?”
“Have you seen yourself? You’re without question the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. You’re so hot that I don’t care if you’re an asshole, even though I’m absolutely certain that it’s all an act. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I’ve dreamt about this,” Blaine says, biting lightly on his bottom lip and again unbuttoning the few buttons Kurt had managed to haphazardly refit moments earlier.
Kurt just stands there and stares at Blaine, watching him work and wondering how in the hell this is really happening. A few hours earlier he was just Kurt: Aloof School Badass to all of these people and now here he is feeling more transparent than he ever has before while a gorgeous guy he’s never before let himself notice takes his shirt off.
What in the fuck has become of his life? He’s always fought and strived for order and sense and structure, but this is all feeling and no reason. It’s touches and tastes and smells. It’s visceral and primal and god, Kurt wants it so much he can hardly remind himself to breathe. He wants Blaine so much. Blaine who is a social nobody. Who wears stupid stupid bowties. Who tastes sweet and looks gorgeous and feels like heaven beneath Kurt’s fingers.
“This is insane,” Kurt breathes out.
“We don’t have to,“ Blaine says as he pushes Kurt’s shirt from his shoulders and pulls him in close, pressing their bare chests together. Blaine is radiating heat, making Kurt shiver and clutch and try to get more of Blaine against him.
“Oh I want to,” Kurt says. “Do you?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” Any remaining bits of trepidation swimming in Kurt’s belly disappear as soon as the words leave Blaine’s lips. He digs his fingers into Blaine’s hips and spins them around, shoving Blaine against the wall and sucking that perfect pink tongue into his mouth.
“Then let’s move to the bed.”
Kurt has imagined this moment so many times. It’s first contact. He’s never been here before, pressed against another boy, guiding him down onto a mattress covered with the most outlandishly gaudy bedspread he’s ever seen. It might not be his dream vision for losing his virginity location-wise, but he really couldn’t have dreamed up someone better looking to share the moment with.
Blaine looks incredible beneath him, all flushed and breathless with curls breaking from the hold of hair gel at his temples and across his forehead.
“You’re gorgeous,” Kurt sighs, stroking a hand down Blaine’s cheek and feeling so much regret and anger with himself in that moment it’s all he can do not to just cling to the beautiful boy beneath him and cry. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice before.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Blaine says, his eyebrows furrowing as he places both hands on Kurt’s cheeks.
“It’s not,” Kurt whispers. “I’m really not a bad person, I just-”
“I know. If you were, we wouldn’t be here right now,” Blaine offers, stroking his thumbs over Kurt’s cheeks. Kurt wants to lean into the touch, but he can’t decide which way to move.
Blaine is right. If Kurt was a bad person, a bully, they could be in this same position. Maybe Kurt would tell everyone the next day. Maybe he’d pretend to have hated it just to make Blaine feel like crap. But Kurt isn’t. He’s just… surviving. And because of that, they’re here.
Kurt just wants to be closer, so he forces his stupid drunk and noisy brain shut up and kisses Blaine again. It’s different this time. Slower. There are moments when there’s no tongue at all, just the gentle slip-slide of lips, suction and whimpers. Kurt doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until Blaine is crying out, ripping his lips from Kurt’s and panting.
Their hips are grinding together, cock against cock through layers of clothing. It’s so good, too good, and his body has been working against Blaine’s without any planning or intent. Kurt blinks down at Blaine and moves more deliberately this time, rubbing a little harder and slower, wanting to see what kind of sound he can draw out of Blaine’s perfect mouth.
“Pants off,” Blaine manages to get out between heaving breaths and yes, Kurt thinks that’s a fantastic idea. He climbs off of Blaine to stand beside the bed where he attempts to get rid of his pants and briefs. It’s taking longer than he would like due to the sluggish movement of his stupid drunk fingers and he misses Blaine’s own journey into nudity entirely due to all of his fumbling.
When he raises his head, feeling oddly proud of himself for doing something as basic as getting off his pants without much incident-he is ridiculously drunk, after all-all of the breath whooshes from his lungs.
Blaine is beautiful. There’s so much skin to take in, all pulled over muscle and dusted with black hair. Kurt sinks to the bed, kneeling with his legs astride Blaine’s thighs as he runs his hands all over Blaine’s stomach and chest, dragging over his nipples with harder presses of his fingertips and making Blaine moan and arch into the touch. He’s so responsive. Every little movement is making him shift and breathe heavily. Kurt wants to touch him for hours, tracing every inch, every line with curious fingers, but the aching hardness of his cock is telling him that there’s no time for that right now.
He glances down at Blaine’s cock, so hard and straining up against his stomach. Kurt doesn’t let himself think because all he’ll do is talk himself into moving more slowly when every other inch of his body wants it all and wants it right now. As he leans down to touch his lips to Blaine’s, he shifts until one forearm is pressed to the mattress as his knees dig in for leverage. He lowers his hips until their cocks are pressed together and fuck if it isn’t the absolute best thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
“You feel so good,” Kurt moans as his hips thrust forward. Blaine just makes a noise, some kind of cross between a moan and a sigh and works his hips up over and over. It’s mostly dry but somehow that just makes it feel even better. It’s desperate. It’s now. But for as good as it is, it isn’t good enough.
Bringing his free hand up to his mouth, Kurt licks across it before wrapping it around both of their cocks. It’s not a tight grip and it’s not exactly working out the way he wants it to, but it serves the purpose of directing the line of their thrusts. All he can feel is heat and tension building in his groin, everything swirling and twisting as Blaine’s gorgeous cock rubs against his own over and over.
“I want you,” Blaine breathes out. “Oh god, I want you so bad, Kurt.”
“What do you want?” Kurt asks, his hips never stopping, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth.
“You. Inside of me. Please, Kurt, I’ve thought about it so much.”
Kurt’s hips stutter, his rhythm blown to hell at Blaine’s words. With a shaky inhalation, he stops and lets go of their cocks so he can lower his body on top of Blaine’s, bringing the entire naked lengths of their bodies together. It’s all hard and linear and perfect, and for just a moment he allows himself to get lost in kisses and gentle touches.
But then what Blaine said comes back to him and he pauses, nipping lightly on Blaine’s lower lip before whispering against the kiss-swollen skin.
“I think it’s time for you to get out your supplies, Boy Scout.”
Blaine moans and thrusts against Kurt once more before gently pushing up on his chest. Kurt’s so turned on that even the very simple action of Blaine’s palms pressing unintentionally against his nipples sends a surge of heat through him. He flops sideways onto the mattress and props his head up on a hand to watch as Blaine scrambles to dig through the leather overnight bag set against the far wall of Rachel’s room.
His cock hurts it’s so hard, so he wraps a hand around it, lightly stroking as Blaine finally pulls a condom and small bottle of lube from a side pocket. The breath he’d been pulling into his lungs catches in his throat when Blaine turns and smiles at him.
Blaine’s entire body is hard and lean from the cock between his legs to trim shoulders to the gorgeously full swell of his ass. His eyes are dark and eager, the corners of his lips curled up in a grin that’s a little… naughty in its obvious showing of excitement for what’s about to come. That smile disappears when his gaze flicks down the length of Kurt’s body and settles in on his cock-namely on the hand stroking the length. He swallows thickly and quickly closes the distance to the bed, climbing on and urging Kurt onto his back.
Before he has any chance to react, Blaine’s lowering himself on top of Kurt and sliding their lips together. His tongue is demanding against the seam of Kurt’s lips, seeking entry with an impatient, needy moan that Kurt feels all the way to the tips of his fingers. Against his hip, Kurt can feel the head of Blaine’s cock rubbing wetly-a fact that makes Kurt’s brain go blank and completely stupid for a few seconds-and he starts a slow and almost infinitesimal thrusting rhythm, working his own cock up against Blaine’s stomach.
It goes on for a few seconds, just rutting and kissing until Blaine’s pulling back.
“I meant it when I said that I’ve thought about you being inside of me. Now, please,” Blaine whispers against Kurt’s lips between kisses and how can Kurt possibly turn down a request like that?
“Okay,” Kurt breathes out, craning his neck to steal one more kiss before Blaine shifts to lay down beside him. “I… I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either. Not with someone else,” Blaine says, his eyebrows knitting together as he reaches for Kurt. “We’ll do it together. Please, Kurt. I need you.”
Kurt picks up the lube as he sits up and moves and he pops open the lid. His head is still swimming, his eyelids feeling heavy as he blinks, but the click that sounds when he flicks the bottle open is deafening. He’s suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he’s sitting completely naked between Blaine Anderson’s legs with his cock painfully hard and his hands shaking as he coats some of his fingers with the cool, slippery lube.
He might not have ever done this to someone else, but he’s done it to himself once or twice. Before he can ask, Blaine’s tenting his legs, his knees alongside Kurt’s body as he takes a deep breath and looks down. Blaine’s exposed this way, his beautiful cock and heavy-looking balls completely on display, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He barely even seems to notice, actually.
His eyes are trained on Kurt, his lips parted, his chest heaving. He’s waiting and Kurt forces himself to shove his nerves aside. It’s not hard to do given how drunk and horny he is. It’s easy to lose himself in the feeling of the moment, in the way the puckered skin of Blaine’s asshole tenses when Kurt slides a first tentative finger across it.
Kurt wants to see, needs to see, so he moves without stopping the slide of his finger, lowering himself to the mattress and just staring. As soon as he does, his resolve vanishes and he starts to push inward until the tip of his finger disappears inside.
Inside.
Blaine sucks in a deep breath and squirms, but not away from Kurt. Toward him. Toward his touch, silently asking for more. Kurt licks across his bottom lip and slowly starts to work his finger inside, unable to take his eyes off of his disappearing finger. Blaine’s warm and the way his asshole is gripping his finger is doing really strange things to Kurt’s brain. He can’t wait to bury his cock inside of it. Inside of Blaine.
“More, Kurt,” Blaine complains, his hips still bearing down. Kurt immediately sets to work at moving another finger inside. And then, when Blaine’s sweating a little, his hairline damp and his breaths hitching, Kurt adds a third.
His cock is so hard. As much as he’d like to draw this out and watch as Blaine’s body goes even more pliant with satisfaction, the way Blaine’s hips are rocking with the movement of Kurt’s fingers as they fuck him... he just really can’t wait any longer.
“Are you ready?” Kurt asks, pausing the thrust of his fingers to massage Blaine’s prostate until he’s crying out and grabbing hard onto the base of his own cock.
“Yes,” he hisses out, the word extending into the otherwise silent room as Kurt keeps moving his fingers just so. “Oh god, please.”
Kurt smiles and carefully withdraws his fingers. Blaine’s so debauched, glistening and flushed, every inch of him screaming sex and want. The fact that he looks that way because of Kurt is… well, it’s kind of astounding, actually. From what Blaine has said though, he’s been wanting Kurt for awhile. Maybe it should make him feel weird, but it doesn’t. It’s flattering, really. And now that Kurt’s really seeing Blaine for the first time-and god what he’s seeing-he’s wanting just as badly.
He picks up the condom and rips it open before he can give it a second thought. Before he can remind himself that he has no idea what he’s doing and that he’s so so drunk. With small movements that still manage to curl his toes and make his eyes want to flutter shut, he rolls the condom down his length before coating it with lube. Every little touch is flooding his stomach with heat and he really hopes that he lasts longer than a few seconds once he's inside.
“Turn over,” Kurt says, his voice surprisingly soft yet low and gravelly all at the same time. Blaine nods and gets himself onto his hands and knees, his ass right in front of Kurt. Biting back a needy whine at the sight, Kurt puts a hand on each of Blaine’s asscheeks and pulls them apart, looking at him where he’s already stretched but not nearly as much as he’s about to be.
Kurt scoots forward, until his cock brushes against the firm roundness of Blaine’s ass, both of them moaning a little at the touch. He slides one hand up Blaine’s back, touching him as far up as he can while lining up his cock with the other. This is it. All he has to do is push forward and then-
As the head of his cock slides into Blaine’s ass, for the first time in his entire life, he’s at a loss for words. His mouth opens to speak, wants to speak, but he just can’t. A strangled groan comes out, his hands scrambling to find a secure hold on Blaine’s hips. It’s just so much.
“Kurt,” Blaine breaths out, twisting his head around to catch his eye. “Are you okay?” Kurt nods emphatically and looks down at where he’s partially buried inside of Blaine. A fresh wave of heat surges down his stomach, making his hips twitch and sliding his cock in a little deeper.
Blaine moans and wriggles his hips a little, adding a whole new kind of friction to the mix and making Kurt cry out and dig his fingertips even harder into the smooth skin of Blaine’s hips.
“You’re so tight,” Kurt finally chokes out, his thighs quivering from the restraint he’s having to use not to thrust so hard and fast he’d surely hurt Blaine.
“You feel so good,” Blaine says, his shoulder blades shifting as he grips onto the hideous bedspread beneath them.
“Does it hurt?” Kurt asks quickly, wishing that he could run his hands over Blaine’s back but not entirely trusting himself to let go of his forceful grip.
“No, but… I need you to move, Kurt,” he says and god, the way he says Kurt’s name. Like it’s familiar and comfortable. Not like tonight is the first time they’ve ever really interacted. It does something funny to Kurt. Makes him flush hot all over, his skin tingling as he pushes his cock in a little farther before pulling back.
The tight grip of Blaine’s asshole around his cock is like nothing he ever could have imagined. It’s nothing like a hand. It’s nothing like a mouth-well, he assumes. It’s just…
“Perfect,” he whispers as he rocks his hips back toward Blaine, sliding his cock in even farther this time. Either Blaine doesn’t hear him or just doesn’t want to respond, because all he does is push his ass back, enveloping even more of Kurt’s cock inside. They play this game of push-and-push-more for several painfully long minutes until Kurt’s fully buried inside, his thighs flush with the back of Blaine’s. He has to try very hard not to collapse forward onto the now-damp expanse of Blaine’s beautiful back.
“Oh god,” Blaine moans, “Come on. Keep going.”
Kurt nods even though Blaine can’t see it because yes, moving sounds fantastic. It takes awhile to find a good rhythm, one that they can both seem to agree upon. They start slow, mostly because as much as Kurt’s natural instincts want to just fuck Blaine into the mattress, he doesn’t want to make it uncomfortable for him. It’s both of their first times and he’s trying really hard to keep that in mind no matter how badly his hips want to snap forward until he can hear his balls smacking against Blaine’s ass.
His eyes roll back a little at that imagined sound coupled with the feeling of Blaine’s hot, tight asshole stroking his cock. Kurt lets his eyes close so he can focus on nothing but the feeling and the sound of what they’re doing.
There’s no way he’s going to last long. Not when it feels this good. Not when Blaine’s making those little whimpering sounds in his throat, when they’ve been building toward it for what feels like forever.
“Touch me, please touch me,” Blaine begs, the tone of his voice trending toward a whine as he bucks back even harder, fucking himself on Kurt’s cock. Kurt shifts until he can comfortably reach and fists a hand around Blaine’s cock. It’s only half-hard but it doesn’t take long to get him there again.
Blaine’s cock feels so good in Kurt’s hand that he almost forgets to keep thrusting. He’s buried inside of Blaine, his hips stilled against the full-and rather perfect-swell of Blaine’s ass, and he has to actually remind himself to keep moving, even if it’s just a little, no matter how easy it is to lose himself in the weight of Blaine’s cock gliding through his fingers with ease due to all of the precome Kurt’s been sliding down from the tip.
“Kurt.”
“Right. Sorry,” Kurt mumbles. From that point on, he more or less holds his hand still around Blaine's cock and just lets the rhythm of their bodies do the stroking. Blaine seems pleased enough if the increase in the volume of his moans is any indication.
But the slow and steady rhythm doesn’t feel like enough anymore. It feels like a tease. A terrible, terrible tease. Kurt can’t help it when his hips start to work faster. Can’t help how much he’s getting off on the fact that his thighs are really starting to burn and that he can feel himself getting sweaty from the feelings of pleasurepleasurepleasure coursing through him and the constant movement of his body against Blaine’s.
Blaine’s back is rolling, undulating, his hips moving so smoothly against Kurt’s it’s hypnotizing. Kurt can feel the pressure building, but it’s different than usual. When he gets close to coming when he’s at home by himself, whimpering into his pillows as he jerks himself off beneath the covers, it hits him fast and he powers through until he comes with a muffled shout into a heap of feathers and Egyptian cotton. But now it’s come on so slowly, like the tide rolling in, that he wants to drag it out.
Apparently, Blaine has other ideas.
“I’m so close, Kurt. Harder,” he says. Kurt can’t take it anymore, watching so much of Blaine’s body writhing in front of him. He unclenches his hand from the curve of Blaine’s hip and touches Blaine wherever he can. It’s not as much as he wants to touch, but it’s better than nothing.
Seriously, why does he insist on covering up this gorgeous body with the most ridiculous clothing imaginable?
The sound Kurt’s been hoping for hits his ears before he can even expect it, the slapslapslap making him moan and thrust even harder. Everything in his world is whittled down to feeling--clenching, touching, stroking, throbbing, aching, perfect perfect perfect.
He feels Blaine’s orgasm around his cock before he feels the come on his fingers. Blaine’s asshole is gripping him even tighter than before as he leans forward to rest his head on his forearms with a long moaning whine. Kurt would normally stroke him through, would want to more than anything, but that feeling around his cock is more than he can take.
He comes so hard he’s pretty sure he loses the ability to think, breathe, and see all at the same time for a few blissful seconds. He stills in Blaine’s ass, his balls pulsing, his cock throbbing as he shoots streak after streak into the condom. Blaine’s legs give out and together they collapse into a sweaty pile. Kurt’s on top of Blaine but can’t quite find the energy to care. Not until Blaine’s making an adorable little ‘oof’ and rolling his shoulders.
Kurt hums in acknowledgment and pulls out before rolling off, staring up at the canopy-oh god there’s a canopy--and sighing.
“Well,” he says. “This certainly wasn’t how I expected the evening to go.”
“Disappointed?” Blaine asks as he flips over onto his back.
“No,” Kurt says honestly, tipping his head to the side to look at him. “I’m not.”
“Good. I’m not either,” Blaine said, looking strangely serious all of a sudden. “So, what happens on Monday?”
Kurt thinks about it for a moment before shrugging.
“I have no idea,” he admits. “But I do know what happens tomorrow. I'm taking you shopping because you can not be serious about your wardrobe.”
“You’re taking me shopping?” Blaine asks incredulously with just a hint of amusement visible in the way his eyes are crinkling at the corners.
“If we’re going to be seen together at school, you can not dress that way, I’m sorry.” Blaine looks at him long and hard and if Kurt was any less drunk or sated, it’d probably be making him nervous.
“We’re going to be seen together at school?”
“It’s a possibility. I mean, after tonight, you have to admit that pretty much anything is. But let’s just take it a day at a time. First, shopping.”
“Shopping,” Blaine agrees. “Shopping and then we’ll see.”
“Do you like repeating people?”
“Not people, just you,” Blaine says. Kurt rolls his eyes, but his stomach swoops as he sits up.
“We should probably get back downstairs,” he says, unabashedly drinking in Blaine’s naked form again.
“We probably should,” Blaine agrees, raising to a sitting position as well. They dress in silence and Kurt throws the condom in the garbage can next to Rachel’s desk with a feeling of great satisfaction. He only wishes that he could be there to see her face when she finds it there.
As Blaine opens the door, Kurt grabs his wrist and pulls him in for a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
“For what?”
Kurt smiles and shakes his head. There might be time for that later. And if not, that’s okay. If it’s just a touch that they share, it’ll be all right. But if it’s more, there will be many chances for Kurt to thank Blaine for all he’s given him that night besides just the pretty incredible orgasm.
“Come on,” he says, nodding at the door. Blaine grins and leads the way, grabbing Kurt’s hand and pulling him down the hallway.