His Perfect Partner (22/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (22/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall and this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.19 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2729
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Date night is the perfect end to a long week.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times. (Seriously - best betas ever!)
At rehearsal Saturday morning, Kim and Kurt were paragons of productivity. Kurt was feeling energized because of the massive amount of sleep he’d ended up getting the night before, and Kim was still riding the high of the parents’ night out she’d gotten to enjoy.
Their quickstep, set to Get Happy, fit their moods perfectly, and it didn’t take them long to give it the polish they’d been trying to find during their last solo rehearsal on Thursday afternoon. They worked through the group and individual choreography for the cha cha dance-off as well, Kim settling into all the turns like a pro. By the time they broke for a late lunch, Kurt wasn’t feeling at all guilty about taking the afternoon off. Clearly, breaks did them a world of good.
Instead of getting lunch with some of the cast, Kurt headed home to get things ready for date night. He cleaned and tidied, laughing when he caught himself humming a song off of Blaine’s last album. He had it bad, but at the moment, that didn’t worry him in the least. He texted Blaine, telling him to show up in an hour with his overnight bag, and then, still humming, Kurt got into the shower.
Kurt opened the front door for Blaine exactly an hour later, earning himself a low whistle for his trouble. He stepped back to let Blaine in and couldn’t resist doing a little twirl to show off his outfit.
“You look delicious,” Blaine said, closing the door behind himself and reaching out so he could bring Kurt close for a kiss. “Are you sure there has to be an in-public part of this date?”
“It’s not much of a date if we don’t leave my apartment,” Kurt said, although he silently agreed with Blaine’s sentiment. Blaine was wearing a snug-fitting deep red cardigan that made Kurt want to hold him and not let go.
“I suppose you’re right,” Blaine said. “But one more kiss before we go.”
One more kiss turned into five or ten, but eventually they made it out the door and into Kurt’s car. As they drove, Blaine held Kurt’s hand and told him about the morning’s samba rehearsal. Apparently, some time in the last twenty-four hours, Blaine had found the ‘party’ in the party dance, and their rehearsal had been almost as good as Kurt and Kim’s.
At the farmer’s market, they stuck close together, but not too close, both mindful of how very public the space was. Kurt knew that eventually they’d have to talk about how much and who to tell about their relationship, but he wasn’t ready to interrupt a day that was going so well for both of them.
While Kurt was picking out strawberries for dessert, a few teenage girls came up to Blaine, giggling shyly and asking for his autograph. Blaine obliged graciously, asking their names and posing for pictures while they fluttered around him. Kurt watched the whole exchange from a few feet away, and he was almost as charmed as the girls were by how sweet Blaine was with them. When they had gone, he collected his purchases and walked over to Blaine, bumping their shoulders together.
“Part of your fan club?” Kurt asked as they began walking again.
“Hm? I guess so,” Blaine shrugged, his hands pushing into his pockets. “They were nice.”
“But they didn’t exactly want to discuss the finer points of songwriting?” Kurt guessed.
“Pretty much. I miss that about the days when we played tiny clubs. It was hard work, but someone was always around to buy us a beer and talk about chord progressions after the show.”
“You mean squealing and being told you’re dreamy isn’t the same?” Kurt grinned when Blaine scoffed. “Which, for the record, you totally are, but it has to get old after a while. Kind of the way people only want to talk about the celebrities I’ve danced with rather than the finer points of dance technique. I’d kill for even a single interviewer to ask me about my choreography…”
“See? You get it,” Blaine said. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”
“Not just because I’m dreamy?”
“Well, that is a point in your favor,” Blaine said. He turned away to look over some vegetables, but Kurt still caught his grin.
“As it should be,” Kurt replied. He picked up two artichokes and brandished them in Blaine’s direction. “I think these will do. Can we forgo the fangirls and go make dinner now?”
“Yes, please,” Blaine said. The smile he sent Kurt’s way was as intimate as any caress. “I’d like that.”
***
Back at Kurt’s apartment, Kurt got the artichokes and fish started while Blaine set the table and fiddled with the stereo. He came dancing back into the kitchen a few minutes later, chased by the strains of what sounded suspiciously like Katy Perry, and did a goofy twirl before reaching for the strawberries and a knife. Kurt leaned against the counter opposite him and watched until Blaine noticed and looked up.
“What?” Blaine pushed a curl off his forehead with the back of one hand, one toe still tapping to the beat.
“Nothing, really,” Kurt replied. “You’re just not quite what I expected sometimes.”
“In a good way?” Blaine glanced sideways at him, managing to look up through his lashes, a look that made warmth flare in Kurt’s stomach every time.
“In a very good way.” Kurt took the two steps that put him right in front of Blaine and eased the knife out of Blaine’s fingers before wrapping both arms around his waist. “For some reason, I expected you to take yourself very seriously and only date tiny blonde girls without brains or talent.”
“Well, I’m not your typical pop star. I demand both brains and talent.” Blaine’s arms wound around Kurt’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Mmmm. I will happily claim that I offer both.”
“And in such a nice package, too,” Blaine commented, running one hand down Kurt’s chest to curl around his hip. They grinned at one another.
“Well,” Kurt finally said, once his cheeks began to hurt from all the smiling. “As nice as compliments are, they’re not going to make dinner.”
“Sad,” Blaine pouted. He kissed his way softly along Kurt’s jaw. “But ok. I’ve got dessert covered.”
“And dinner’s almost ready. Then we can be proper adults who sit at a table for their dinner date.”
“Fancy,” Blaine said, finally spinning back around to focus on the strawberries.
They chatted about inconsequential things as they finished preparing dinner, moving easily around one another in the kitchen. The whole thing was thoroughly domestic, which left Kurt feeling both relaxed and anxious for what would come next. It was clear to them both where the evening was heading, if their flirtatious conversation and increasingly frequent touches were anything to go by. Kurt was sure he wouldn’t taste a bite of his dinner.
Blaine had opted to set their places adjacent to one another, which Kurt thought was a brilliant idea. He tucked his foot between both of Blaine’s when they sat down, smiling over at him when Blaine smoothed a hand down his thigh.
What Kurt registered of dinner was delicious, accented by a crisp white wine and their shared laughter. The music was still on, but had transitioned into something mellow and smooth that Kurt found himself swaying unconsciously to. Next to him, Blaine looked down at his empty plate and then up at Kurt, offering him a hand.
“Dance with me?” Blaine didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed his chair back and guided Kurt out of his with the hand Kurt gave him. Hand-in-hand, they walked into the middle of the living room, where Blaine turned into Kurt’s arms, giving him another one of those warm looks full of intent. “You lead.”
“Yeah?” Kurt’s arms were already wrapping around Blaine’s back, coaxing him closer. Blaine came willingly, reaching up to tilt Kurt’s head down with both hands so that they were almost sharing breath.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, brushing tiny kisses across Kurt’s lips. “This is your area of expertise, after all.”
“But you’re catching up fast.” Kurt shifted them in a slow circle, and then took one of Blaine’s hands to encourage him to turn on the spot. Blaine came back, closer than before, and Kurt dipped his head to kiss him. “See? You’re an expert.”
“I suppose. Your turn now.” Blaine spun Kurt, grinning when they got tangled up briefly.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s back, sliding his hands up to hook over Kurt’s shoulders. He nuzzled just above Kurt’s collar, dropping kisses on his neck in a random pattern. When he got to the hollow just below Kurt’s ear, Kurt shivered and turned his head to meet Blaine’s lips with his.
The music played on, but their feet had stopped moving. The rhythm between them now was the give and take of lips meeting and parting, of hands grasping and stroking. Blaine eased open the top two buttons of Kurt’s shirt, tracing his fingers along Kurt’s clavicle. His mouth followed, warm and damp on Kurt’s skin.
Kurt slipped his hands up Blaine’s back, underneath layers of soft fabric, so he could explore the muscles there as they shifted with Blaine’s movements. Blaine’s skin was smooth and hot; Kurt wanted it against his own, warming him inside and out.
Blaine seemed to have the same idea, slowly undoing the rest of the buttons on Kurt’s shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. When Kurt’s fingers fumbled, Blaine made quick work of his own shirt before pressing himself against Kurt, his hands caressing Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt relished the way their skin slid together as he wrapped his arms back around Blaine. Without thought, his hands found their way into Blaine’s back pockets, bringing their hips flush against each other. Blaine moaned softly at the contact, his breath hot and heavy against Kurt’s neck.
“Are you a vampire?” Kurt asked, giggling through a gasp as Blaine’s teeth skimmed down toward his shoulder. “You have a thing for my neck.”
“I have a thing for your everything,” Blaine said, pulling back slightly. He punctuated his words with kisses. “Your neck. Your eyes. Your shoulders. Your skin. Your hands. Your lips. So gorgeous, all of you.”
“Oh, god.” Kurt closed his eyes against the onslaught of sensations Blaine was creating. “I think I have a thing for your everything, too. Especially your words.”
“Yeah? So you like it when I tell you how breathtaking you are? How much I want to touch you and make you fall apart under my hands?” Blaine’s voice was soft, but all the more effective for it. “Because I do. I want to touch you. Hold you. Make love to you. Do everything with you.”
Kurt, always happier to respond to words with actions, captured Blaine’s mouth with his own, immediately deepening the kiss until Blaine’s words became moans. His focus regained, Kurt began walking Blaine backward down the hall toward his bedroom, pausing to help them both shed their pants in the process. It wasn’t the most graceful of endeavors, but it got the job done. They tumbled to the bed, only thin layers of fabric left between them, and Kurt took his time appreciating the way Blaine was stretched out across his sheets.
“You’re really hot.” Kurt laughed a little at his lack of eloquence, compared to Blaine’s heated words. Blaine didn’t seem to mind, though. His eyes were closed, his fingers curled into the sheets while Kurt traced the lines and curves of him with an open palm. Kurt’s mouth followed, skimming over firm muscle and soft skin. He leaned up to kiss Blaine, and then slid back down to mouth over the thin cotton at the juncture between hip and thigh.
When Kurt lifted his head, Blaine shifted to work his underwear down his hips, giving tacit permission for Kurt to look and touch and taste. Kurt took his time, experimenting to see what made Blaine squirm, and then what made him babble.
“Oh, god, Kurt,” Blaine said, his fingers brushing Kurt’s cheek as Kurt sank down over his cock. “So good. So hot. Your mouth.”
Kurt pulled back for a minute, smirking up at Blaine, his fingers tracing down the length of him to circle the base of Blaine’s cock and make his thighs quiver.
“Blowjobs make you incoherent. Good to know.”
“Blowjobs make you bratty. But still awesome,” Blaine replied, sounding a little wrecked. “Now come here and let me try.”
“I wasn’t done,” Kurt said, but his pout was mostly for effect, since he was moving up the bed already, pushing his underwear down his legs as he went.
“There will be other times,” Blaine said, stretching out on top of Kurt for a moment and running his hands down Kurt’s sides. “So many other times. Think of this as our first naked experiment. We’ll have to repeat it often to make sure our findings are correct.”
“You’re such a dork,” Kurt said, smiling and relaxing into the bed and Blaine’s weight on him. “It’s good that you’re so damn beautiful.”
“Mmmm. And don’t forget talented. Let me show you.”
Blaine began kissing his way down Kurt’s torso, pausing to drag teeth and tongue over spots that made Kurt keen. Kisses scattered over Kurt’s ribs made him shiver, and soft bites to his hip bones made him arch away from the bed. Mercifully, Blaine didn’t tease for long, just looped his arms around the underside of Kurt’s thighs and then took Kurt in his mouth. Kurt felt enveloped by Blaine, his focus narrowing to the wet heat and suction of Blaine’s mouth around him. Blaine’s hands slid down to cup the curve of Kurt’s ass, holding Kurt in place as he worked him over. Then his fingers brushed inward, a promise of things to come, and Kurt could feel his body tensing.
“Blaine…” He brushed his hand over Blaine’s head, the only warning he could manage in the moment. Blaine glanced up at him but didn’t move away. The image he presented, thoroughly debauched, with his lips stretched tight over the head of Kurt’s cock, was enough to send Kurt gasping over the edge.
“I really, really like boys,” Blaine said, grinning wickedly and wiping the corner of his mouth before he moved back up the bed to kiss Kurt. He propped himself on his side, his free hand reaching for one of Kurt’s. “You’re my favorite, though.”
“That feeling is entirely mutual.” Kurt reached out, wrapping their entwined fingers around Blaine’s cock, and Blaine let out a needy groan. They stroked him together, Kurt taking the lead and rolling Blaine onto his back so Kurt could kiss him, wet and messy and deep. Blaine moaned into Kurt’s mouth when he came, eventually pulling Kurt’s hand away but still kissing him like he never wanted to stop.
They kissed, pressed close, until the sweaty stickiness got to be too much, and though Blaine made a valiant effort to stay and cuddle, Kurt herded him into the shower. They collapsed back into bed twenty minutes later, Blaine sprawled half on top of Kurt, one hand in Kurt’s damp hair.
“This whole going on an actual date thing? Great idea,” Blaine said. “I particularly like how it ended.”
“We didn’t even get to dessert,” Kurt said. “Not that I care, but.”
“True. You know what strawberries would be great on, though?” Blaine said, a flirty lilt in his voice.
“If you say ‘you,’ I will roll my eyes at you,” Kurt declared. He glanced over at Blaine, who looked thoughtful. “And now I’ve given you ideas. This could be dangerous.”
“I was actually going to say waffles…”
“Much safer. But I’m instituting a no food in bed rule, just in case.”
“Party pooper,” Blaine murmured, kissing Kurt’s neck.
“Vampire,” Kurt replied, turning his head for a proper kiss.
“You like it.”
“I do,” Kurt agreed, his eyes beginning to close. As much as he hated to admit it, Kim had been totally right about him needing to relax. He felt awesome.
“Sleep, now,” Blaine said, tucking his face into Kurt’s neck. “Waffles later.”
“Yum,” Kurt replied, and then he drifted off to sleep, Blaine secure in his arms.
Rating: NC-17 overall and this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.19 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2729
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Date night is the perfect end to a long week.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times. (Seriously - best betas ever!)
At rehearsal Saturday morning, Kim and Kurt were paragons of productivity. Kurt was feeling energized because of the massive amount of sleep he’d ended up getting the night before, and Kim was still riding the high of the parents’ night out she’d gotten to enjoy.
Their quickstep, set to Get Happy, fit their moods perfectly, and it didn’t take them long to give it the polish they’d been trying to find during their last solo rehearsal on Thursday afternoon. They worked through the group and individual choreography for the cha cha dance-off as well, Kim settling into all the turns like a pro. By the time they broke for a late lunch, Kurt wasn’t feeling at all guilty about taking the afternoon off. Clearly, breaks did them a world of good.
Instead of getting lunch with some of the cast, Kurt headed home to get things ready for date night. He cleaned and tidied, laughing when he caught himself humming a song off of Blaine’s last album. He had it bad, but at the moment, that didn’t worry him in the least. He texted Blaine, telling him to show up in an hour with his overnight bag, and then, still humming, Kurt got into the shower.
Kurt opened the front door for Blaine exactly an hour later, earning himself a low whistle for his trouble. He stepped back to let Blaine in and couldn’t resist doing a little twirl to show off his outfit.
“You look delicious,” Blaine said, closing the door behind himself and reaching out so he could bring Kurt close for a kiss. “Are you sure there has to be an in-public part of this date?”
“It’s not much of a date if we don’t leave my apartment,” Kurt said, although he silently agreed with Blaine’s sentiment. Blaine was wearing a snug-fitting deep red cardigan that made Kurt want to hold him and not let go.
“I suppose you’re right,” Blaine said. “But one more kiss before we go.”
One more kiss turned into five or ten, but eventually they made it out the door and into Kurt’s car. As they drove, Blaine held Kurt’s hand and told him about the morning’s samba rehearsal. Apparently, some time in the last twenty-four hours, Blaine had found the ‘party’ in the party dance, and their rehearsal had been almost as good as Kurt and Kim’s.
At the farmer’s market, they stuck close together, but not too close, both mindful of how very public the space was. Kurt knew that eventually they’d have to talk about how much and who to tell about their relationship, but he wasn’t ready to interrupt a day that was going so well for both of them.
While Kurt was picking out strawberries for dessert, a few teenage girls came up to Blaine, giggling shyly and asking for his autograph. Blaine obliged graciously, asking their names and posing for pictures while they fluttered around him. Kurt watched the whole exchange from a few feet away, and he was almost as charmed as the girls were by how sweet Blaine was with them. When they had gone, he collected his purchases and walked over to Blaine, bumping their shoulders together.
“Part of your fan club?” Kurt asked as they began walking again.
“Hm? I guess so,” Blaine shrugged, his hands pushing into his pockets. “They were nice.”
“But they didn’t exactly want to discuss the finer points of songwriting?” Kurt guessed.
“Pretty much. I miss that about the days when we played tiny clubs. It was hard work, but someone was always around to buy us a beer and talk about chord progressions after the show.”
“You mean squealing and being told you’re dreamy isn’t the same?” Kurt grinned when Blaine scoffed. “Which, for the record, you totally are, but it has to get old after a while. Kind of the way people only want to talk about the celebrities I’ve danced with rather than the finer points of dance technique. I’d kill for even a single interviewer to ask me about my choreography…”
“See? You get it,” Blaine said. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”
“Not just because I’m dreamy?”
“Well, that is a point in your favor,” Blaine said. He turned away to look over some vegetables, but Kurt still caught his grin.
“As it should be,” Kurt replied. He picked up two artichokes and brandished them in Blaine’s direction. “I think these will do. Can we forgo the fangirls and go make dinner now?”
“Yes, please,” Blaine said. The smile he sent Kurt’s way was as intimate as any caress. “I’d like that.”
***
Back at Kurt’s apartment, Kurt got the artichokes and fish started while Blaine set the table and fiddled with the stereo. He came dancing back into the kitchen a few minutes later, chased by the strains of what sounded suspiciously like Katy Perry, and did a goofy twirl before reaching for the strawberries and a knife. Kurt leaned against the counter opposite him and watched until Blaine noticed and looked up.
“What?” Blaine pushed a curl off his forehead with the back of one hand, one toe still tapping to the beat.
“Nothing, really,” Kurt replied. “You’re just not quite what I expected sometimes.”
“In a good way?” Blaine glanced sideways at him, managing to look up through his lashes, a look that made warmth flare in Kurt’s stomach every time.
“In a very good way.” Kurt took the two steps that put him right in front of Blaine and eased the knife out of Blaine’s fingers before wrapping both arms around his waist. “For some reason, I expected you to take yourself very seriously and only date tiny blonde girls without brains or talent.”
“Well, I’m not your typical pop star. I demand both brains and talent.” Blaine’s arms wound around Kurt’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Mmmm. I will happily claim that I offer both.”
“And in such a nice package, too,” Blaine commented, running one hand down Kurt’s chest to curl around his hip. They grinned at one another.
“Well,” Kurt finally said, once his cheeks began to hurt from all the smiling. “As nice as compliments are, they’re not going to make dinner.”
“Sad,” Blaine pouted. He kissed his way softly along Kurt’s jaw. “But ok. I’ve got dessert covered.”
“And dinner’s almost ready. Then we can be proper adults who sit at a table for their dinner date.”
“Fancy,” Blaine said, finally spinning back around to focus on the strawberries.
They chatted about inconsequential things as they finished preparing dinner, moving easily around one another in the kitchen. The whole thing was thoroughly domestic, which left Kurt feeling both relaxed and anxious for what would come next. It was clear to them both where the evening was heading, if their flirtatious conversation and increasingly frequent touches were anything to go by. Kurt was sure he wouldn’t taste a bite of his dinner.
Blaine had opted to set their places adjacent to one another, which Kurt thought was a brilliant idea. He tucked his foot between both of Blaine’s when they sat down, smiling over at him when Blaine smoothed a hand down his thigh.
What Kurt registered of dinner was delicious, accented by a crisp white wine and their shared laughter. The music was still on, but had transitioned into something mellow and smooth that Kurt found himself swaying unconsciously to. Next to him, Blaine looked down at his empty plate and then up at Kurt, offering him a hand.
“Dance with me?” Blaine didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed his chair back and guided Kurt out of his with the hand Kurt gave him. Hand-in-hand, they walked into the middle of the living room, where Blaine turned into Kurt’s arms, giving him another one of those warm looks full of intent. “You lead.”
“Yeah?” Kurt’s arms were already wrapping around Blaine’s back, coaxing him closer. Blaine came willingly, reaching up to tilt Kurt’s head down with both hands so that they were almost sharing breath.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, brushing tiny kisses across Kurt’s lips. “This is your area of expertise, after all.”
“But you’re catching up fast.” Kurt shifted them in a slow circle, and then took one of Blaine’s hands to encourage him to turn on the spot. Blaine came back, closer than before, and Kurt dipped his head to kiss him. “See? You’re an expert.”
“I suppose. Your turn now.” Blaine spun Kurt, grinning when they got tangled up briefly.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s back, sliding his hands up to hook over Kurt’s shoulders. He nuzzled just above Kurt’s collar, dropping kisses on his neck in a random pattern. When he got to the hollow just below Kurt’s ear, Kurt shivered and turned his head to meet Blaine’s lips with his.
The music played on, but their feet had stopped moving. The rhythm between them now was the give and take of lips meeting and parting, of hands grasping and stroking. Blaine eased open the top two buttons of Kurt’s shirt, tracing his fingers along Kurt’s clavicle. His mouth followed, warm and damp on Kurt’s skin.
Kurt slipped his hands up Blaine’s back, underneath layers of soft fabric, so he could explore the muscles there as they shifted with Blaine’s movements. Blaine’s skin was smooth and hot; Kurt wanted it against his own, warming him inside and out.
Blaine seemed to have the same idea, slowly undoing the rest of the buttons on Kurt’s shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. When Kurt’s fingers fumbled, Blaine made quick work of his own shirt before pressing himself against Kurt, his hands caressing Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt relished the way their skin slid together as he wrapped his arms back around Blaine. Without thought, his hands found their way into Blaine’s back pockets, bringing their hips flush against each other. Blaine moaned softly at the contact, his breath hot and heavy against Kurt’s neck.
“Are you a vampire?” Kurt asked, giggling through a gasp as Blaine’s teeth skimmed down toward his shoulder. “You have a thing for my neck.”
“I have a thing for your everything,” Blaine said, pulling back slightly. He punctuated his words with kisses. “Your neck. Your eyes. Your shoulders. Your skin. Your hands. Your lips. So gorgeous, all of you.”
“Oh, god.” Kurt closed his eyes against the onslaught of sensations Blaine was creating. “I think I have a thing for your everything, too. Especially your words.”
“Yeah? So you like it when I tell you how breathtaking you are? How much I want to touch you and make you fall apart under my hands?” Blaine’s voice was soft, but all the more effective for it. “Because I do. I want to touch you. Hold you. Make love to you. Do everything with you.”
Kurt, always happier to respond to words with actions, captured Blaine’s mouth with his own, immediately deepening the kiss until Blaine’s words became moans. His focus regained, Kurt began walking Blaine backward down the hall toward his bedroom, pausing to help them both shed their pants in the process. It wasn’t the most graceful of endeavors, but it got the job done. They tumbled to the bed, only thin layers of fabric left between them, and Kurt took his time appreciating the way Blaine was stretched out across his sheets.
“You’re really hot.” Kurt laughed a little at his lack of eloquence, compared to Blaine’s heated words. Blaine didn’t seem to mind, though. His eyes were closed, his fingers curled into the sheets while Kurt traced the lines and curves of him with an open palm. Kurt’s mouth followed, skimming over firm muscle and soft skin. He leaned up to kiss Blaine, and then slid back down to mouth over the thin cotton at the juncture between hip and thigh.
When Kurt lifted his head, Blaine shifted to work his underwear down his hips, giving tacit permission for Kurt to look and touch and taste. Kurt took his time, experimenting to see what made Blaine squirm, and then what made him babble.
“Oh, god, Kurt,” Blaine said, his fingers brushing Kurt’s cheek as Kurt sank down over his cock. “So good. So hot. Your mouth.”
Kurt pulled back for a minute, smirking up at Blaine, his fingers tracing down the length of him to circle the base of Blaine’s cock and make his thighs quiver.
“Blowjobs make you incoherent. Good to know.”
“Blowjobs make you bratty. But still awesome,” Blaine replied, sounding a little wrecked. “Now come here and let me try.”
“I wasn’t done,” Kurt said, but his pout was mostly for effect, since he was moving up the bed already, pushing his underwear down his legs as he went.
“There will be other times,” Blaine said, stretching out on top of Kurt for a moment and running his hands down Kurt’s sides. “So many other times. Think of this as our first naked experiment. We’ll have to repeat it often to make sure our findings are correct.”
“You’re such a dork,” Kurt said, smiling and relaxing into the bed and Blaine’s weight on him. “It’s good that you’re so damn beautiful.”
“Mmmm. And don’t forget talented. Let me show you.”
Blaine began kissing his way down Kurt’s torso, pausing to drag teeth and tongue over spots that made Kurt keen. Kisses scattered over Kurt’s ribs made him shiver, and soft bites to his hip bones made him arch away from the bed. Mercifully, Blaine didn’t tease for long, just looped his arms around the underside of Kurt’s thighs and then took Kurt in his mouth. Kurt felt enveloped by Blaine, his focus narrowing to the wet heat and suction of Blaine’s mouth around him. Blaine’s hands slid down to cup the curve of Kurt’s ass, holding Kurt in place as he worked him over. Then his fingers brushed inward, a promise of things to come, and Kurt could feel his body tensing.
“Blaine…” He brushed his hand over Blaine’s head, the only warning he could manage in the moment. Blaine glanced up at him but didn’t move away. The image he presented, thoroughly debauched, with his lips stretched tight over the head of Kurt’s cock, was enough to send Kurt gasping over the edge.
“I really, really like boys,” Blaine said, grinning wickedly and wiping the corner of his mouth before he moved back up the bed to kiss Kurt. He propped himself on his side, his free hand reaching for one of Kurt’s. “You’re my favorite, though.”
“That feeling is entirely mutual.” Kurt reached out, wrapping their entwined fingers around Blaine’s cock, and Blaine let out a needy groan. They stroked him together, Kurt taking the lead and rolling Blaine onto his back so Kurt could kiss him, wet and messy and deep. Blaine moaned into Kurt’s mouth when he came, eventually pulling Kurt’s hand away but still kissing him like he never wanted to stop.
They kissed, pressed close, until the sweaty stickiness got to be too much, and though Blaine made a valiant effort to stay and cuddle, Kurt herded him into the shower. They collapsed back into bed twenty minutes later, Blaine sprawled half on top of Kurt, one hand in Kurt’s damp hair.
“This whole going on an actual date thing? Great idea,” Blaine said. “I particularly like how it ended.”
“We didn’t even get to dessert,” Kurt said. “Not that I care, but.”
“True. You know what strawberries would be great on, though?” Blaine said, a flirty lilt in his voice.
“If you say ‘you,’ I will roll my eyes at you,” Kurt declared. He glanced over at Blaine, who looked thoughtful. “And now I’ve given you ideas. This could be dangerous.”
“I was actually going to say waffles…”
“Much safer. But I’m instituting a no food in bed rule, just in case.”
“Party pooper,” Blaine murmured, kissing Kurt’s neck.
“Vampire,” Kurt replied, turning his head for a proper kiss.
“You like it.”
“I do,” Kurt agreed, his eyes beginning to close. As much as he hated to admit it, Kim had been totally right about him needing to relax. He felt awesome.
“Sleep, now,” Blaine said, tucking his face into Kurt’s neck. “Waffles later.”
“Yum,” Kurt replied, and then he drifted off to sleep, Blaine secure in his arms.