Summer Skin (Part 1/?)
Title: Summer Skin (Part 1/?)
Rating: NC-17 (R for this part)
Spoilers: Up to 2x15, so none unless you haven't finished that
Warnings: College (summer vacation) AU, major Klaine, major Niff, some Nurt, Jurt, Blick bromance, sex, blow-jobs, Blaine's dirty talk, strong language, underage drinking, angst, fluff, inside horse jokes
Word Count: 4,928
Summary: The summer after Kurt and Blaine's first year of college is filled with bonfires, sexual bickering, summer jobs, horseback riding lessons, a wedding, and above all else, romance.
Chapter Summary: Kurt convinces Blaine that they need to get summer jobs, Nick and Blaine bro-talk, and Kurt and Jeff finally have something in common other than Nick. Light sexy times included.
A/N: This story is part of an ongoing series that started with Great Romances of the 21st Century. It takes place at the beginning of summer, right after Kurt, Blaine, and Jeff come home from their first year of college (and Nick from his second year). A summary of GROT21C for those who want to read a summer fic but would rather not read 60K to catch up. (It's like SparkNotes for fic!)
star55 and teaboytoaliens beta this story and my life.
May 2014
Summers should never be labeled as 'good' or 'bad'; they shouldn't even be thought of as separate from the rest of the year. Let it all come together.
So what if you're in school for more than half the year, the days spent in the summer are the same as all those other days. They're just maybe a little sunnier, a little lighter, and a little nicer.
Maybe your freshman year of college went a little like Kurt's. Maybe you roomed with your best friend and hoped every day that he'd want to be more than friends. Maybe you were so depressed by this that you focused on your school work as much as possible until one day you bumped into someone from your past you never thought you'd see again.
Maybe you were holding out your virginity for your best friend, but thought you'd never be with him, so you gave it to your newest and first boyfriend, Nick. Maybe by the end of the first semester, you were finally allowed to fall in love with Blaine and everything was a little slippery at first, a little complicated, but it all worked itself out by the end. Thank god.
Maybe your sophomore year was like Nick's, the photography major, and you fell fast for a boy you barely knew. Maybe he was quickly taken away from you when your ex-soloist for the Warblers wanted him finally.
Maybe your best friend, Jeff, had always been in love with you and you eventually tried to work things out with him in light of trying to ignore your unrequited feelings for Kurt. Maybe by the end of the year you made two new best friends, Blaine and Kurt, but still felt like there were a few things troubling you. The first trouble being what to do with Jeff, the second as what to do about your feelings for Kurt.
Or... your freshman year could have been like Blaine's.
Maybe you finally realized you loved Kurt, maybe you drank a little too much on occasion, maybe you fell even further in love with screwball comedies, and maybe you became best friends with Nick Owens.
Maybe you wrote a book called Great Romances of the 21st Century that lies as an unpublished document on your computer.
Maybe you lost your virginity to Kurt Hummel and learned from him that there is no such thing as too much sex. Basically.
Whichever it was or is going to be (hopefully none), if you're a hot boy surrounded by other hot boys and what seems like an endless supply of alcohol, school work might be the first thing to fall behind.
Until it's the summer.
Until there's bonfires and hanging out and swimming and finally.
There's a summer to be had for four boys that really don't know what the fuck they're going to be doing for four months.
~*~
"You need a job," Kurt says as he cuts Blaine's hair in Kurt's bathroom.
It's a simple trim. It's the beginning of May, school's out for the summer, and the weather's going to start getting warmer. Blaine's hair needs to be tamed back to its Dalton boy length, according to Kurt.
Blaine watches his luscious dark locks fall onto the towel Kurt has spread out on the tiled floor.
He worked hard to grow his hair back out, and Kurt's just destroying it snip by snip, ruining Blaine and all he's made of; plus, did he just mention Blaine getting a job?
"I need a job?"
Kurt wipes his trimming scissors on a hand towel and stares at his boyfriend in the mirror.
"A summer job, Blaine, yes. We need experience."
Blaine furrows his eyebrows and brings his hand up to feel the back of his hair.
You cut it too short.
"But you work at your dad's shop sometimes, that's experience..."
He turns around in the vanity stool that Kurt took from Carole's room earlier to cut Blaine's hair.
"Last semester was so hard, can't I have a break?" Blaine huffs, staring at the nice patch of skin Kurt's red V-neck gives him.
He wonders if Kurt would look good in a turtle neck. (There are reasons he'll need the turtle neck after Blaine's done with him.)
"You smell like vanilla. That was your winter scent. I think you should go for a peachy pineapple smell for summer," Blaine adds.
Kurt raises an eyebrow and walks out of his bathroom to put on a new shirt. (He doesn't want to wear red today.)
"...So what you're saying is that I should buy a scent that probably doesn't exist and in fact smells like fruit? Why, so you can uh..."
"Eat you?" Blaine matches Kurt's smirk as he comes over to the now half-naked boy by the closet. He kisses Kurt's bare shoulder and nuzzles his nose into the crook of his neck.
Kurt's breath hitches when he feels Blaine's lips part against his skin to suck gently. He tries to remember what he was first demanding Blaine to do, but it's a little hard now.
"Job. Us. We need them."
Blaine nods as he continues to kiss down Kurt's neck, causing the taller boy to close his eyes and just feel.
He feels Blaine's hands travel down his sides as he gets to his knees. Blaine mouths over the lower part of Kurt's stomach, dipping his tongue at the waistband of Kurt's pants. "Mmm, can't this be my job, baby?"
Kurt moans softly as Blaine cups the bulge in his jeans, rubbing his palm slowly under the zipper to build up friction.
Kurt leans his head against the door of the closet and presses his crotch further into Blaine's face. He lets Blaine carefully tug his pants down to his knees and kiss around his inner thigh before speaking again.
"There are three things wrong with what you just said. One, stop calling me baby. Two, you need to get a real job, and I'm terribly sorry, but prostitution doesn't open the right kind of doors from a societal perspective. Th-thirdly..." Kurt moans as Blaine licks his tongue over Kurt's obvious bulge in his light colored briefs. "Um... that 'mmm' was too forced. It turned me off right before you slid your tongue passed my pants. By the way, Blaine, what do my clothes taste like? You seem to like eating them lately..."
Blaine groans and pulls his head away from the space between Kurt's thighs. "How about you stop telling me what I do wrong or I won't suck you off?"
Kurt smirks down at him and does his best to run his fingers through Blaine's freshly cut curls. "But you want to do this. I was happy just cutting your curls down to size, but you insist on making me hard and taking me in your mouth. I have no complaints. Please, feel free to continue."
Thick eyebrows furrow as Blaine stands up, glaring over at his boyfriend. "Yeah, no, you cut my hair. I could get a job at the grocery store with long hair, why'd I have to get it cut? Not everything's about what you want. No blow-job from this guy. Nuh-uh."
Kurt's eyes widen in surprise, staring at Blaine for a moment to decide what the other boy is thinking. This is the first time Blaine's been grouchy all summer (granted it's only been eight days since school's been out).
"Groucho was nicer than you."
Blaine glares. "Groucho Marx made fun of people all the time in a hilarious and witty fashion. It's funny, Kurt. I think you just described yourself, because you don't stop picking on me. I don't even breathe right to you. Why don't you just tell me why you're with me?"
Kurt grabs Blaine's hand and puts it on his cheek. Blaine hates that he instinctively rubs Kurt's cheek with his thumb, even though he's trying to get in an argument.
Stop making me want you. I'm trying to be mad at you, bitch.
Kurt turns his head slightly to kiss Blaine's thumb. Blaine rolls his eyes and takes his hand back.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. I'll be nicer this summer. Just watch. By the end of it, you'll be begging for me to call you a dick. I'll even moan louder and attempt to claw at your back with my non-existent fingernails when you whisper 'yeah, you like that'."
Blaine glares at him, not forgetting to blush first. He ignores the laughing boy and plops down on Kurt's bed in a fit of frustration.
Kurt lies down on top of him, nuzzling his nose innocently against Blaine's chest to annoy him further.
His hands slide down Blaine's shirt to the hem of it, pushing the soft fabric up and over Blaine's head so he can rest his head on a shirtless Blaine Anderson.
"Hey, now, what if your dad walked in, huh? Two shirtless boys on your bed?"
Kurt laughs and licks teasingly at Blaine's earlobe. "I'll say you climbed in my window and forced me to oblige with your every whim."
He rubs his palm against Blaine's inner thigh. Blaine exhales deeply through his nostrils and looks up at Kurt's ceiling.
"It's going to be a long summer, isn't it?"
Kurt smiles and nods, sitting up to straddle Blaine's waist. "Now, as I was saying, we need job experience. It could be good for your writing, and also, this way, we can buy all the alcohol and condoms we'll need for the rest of summer and school."
Blaine smiles thoughtfully and watches as Kurt gets off him to go over to the closet to get a shirt on.
"I'm glad you already thought all of this out. What would I do without you?"
Kurt tilts his head and considers the question carefully.
"Masturbate alone?"
~*~
It's nine days into May, and Nick and Blaine are on their way to fill out job applications at random shops and fast food restaurants.
Well, Blaine is, anyway. (Because Kurt said so.)
Nick thinks he's too cool to have a job, according to Blaine.
Nick is rich as fuck and has horses, so he's not particularly obligated to get a job. Obviously.
"It's no fair. Jeff gets a fucking job at the pet store and Kurt's probably going to get hired at the fucking candle place. I need a job. Help, Nick. Why aren't you getting one?"
Nick shrugs in his designer sunglasses, letting his hair blow freely as he speeds five miles over the speed limit down Blaine's street in the suburbs.
"I have better things to do this summer than earn $7.40 an hour refilling shelves and flipping burgers."
"Well, hey, if you can do both of those things at the same time, I'd say that's pretty impressive."
Nick rolls his eyes at Blaine's proud moment of wit and turns onto the main road. "I don't need a job," he says.
Blaine nods knowingly and looks around at the white leather interior of Nick's red convertible.
"You have horses, I know this. But look at me, I don't really need money either, but it'd be nice to make some of my own cash, you know? And besides, we have an extra month off more than we had in high school to screw off. We need something to keep us busy. Don't you want to force yourself to do something you have no desire to do? Like working?
"Look at you, Nick. We're driving around in your red convertible with the top down, blasting wha--what is this? The Smashing Pumpkins? Dude, come on, we need some rap up in this bitch!"
Nick slides his dark sunglasses on and smirks as he glances over at Blaine.
"They're my favorite band, shut up. Rap is shit. Party music is shit. One good thing about being out of school is we aren't forced to hear top 40's hits while we're getting our dicks sucked. Amen."
Blaine laughs, turning the volume down to a comfortable speaking level. "I like the dancing, though. I think that's one thing we need to do more of--go to some gay clubs when we're back at school, you know? Get into a new night scene."
"Blaine Anderson wants to do ecstasy and grind with shirtless guys on the dance floor until three in the morning?"
Blaine grins and shakes his head. "Kurt likes Akon."
"...Jeff likes Sublime. ...Are you trying to change the subject? Is there something you're not telling me? Did you go clubbing without me, Anderson?"
Blaine laughs and shakes his head, turning the volume back up. "I just want Kurt to have fun is what I mean. He just wants sex all the time, even when he's mad at me. I don't get it. He'll tell me I'm an asshole and then just start blowing me. I... I don't know what to do."
Nick stops at a red light and uses this appropriate time to stare hard at Blaine. "You have a problem with that? Jesus, Blaine. Can we trade boyfriends?"
"What? Jeff doesn't worship Nick Owens as much as he should be? Poor baby..."
"No, he doesn't. After sex, he just wants to fist-bump me and call me 'dude' more than he usually does. I don't think he understands how to have me as his best friend and also as his boyfriend. I don't think I do either, though, so it's okay for now."
"Yeah, well, at least you guys can still hang out. I can't remember the last time I didn't have sex while hanging out with Kurt. My entire body is so sore just from the last five days. He doesn't stop."
"...Again, can we please trade boyfriends?"
I'm serious, Blaine. If you don't want to partake in sexual favors for Kurt, I will gladly fuck the shit out of him for you. You and Jeff can join the mosh pits and work out together...
"What's Jeff like, anyway?"
Nick has to think about this. He doesn't really think about having sex with Jeff outside of actually being inside.
"Uh, it's fine."
"Fine?"
Nick glares at the road in front of him. "Yeah, why? What do you want me to say? I don't kiss and tell."
Blaine gives him an innocent tilt of the head and smiles at him. "Uh huh. So he sucks? Or he doesn't suck?"
Nick sighs. "No, he's really good... with that. He just like... wants me. You know? It's weird."
"Oh, definitely weird. I have no idea why anyone would ever want you. ...I'll suck your dick if you give me one of your horses, by the way."
Kurt really sucks this kid's dick on a daily basis? God fucking dammit. Why?
"Blaine, shut up."
"I'm serious, but alright," Blaine jokes.
Jeff. Jeff. Jeff. Not Kurt. ...Fuck my life.
Nick's sighing for the second time in under a minute. Blaine knows something's up. (He's a smart kid.)
"He gets turned on by me, Blaine. Like, all I have to do is come over and he gives me this look."
"Oh, really? A look? Sounds like trouble."
Nick parks in a grocery store parking lot and waits for Blaine to get out so he won't have to talk. However, Blaine is patient.
"...I'm not going to talk about it right now, so why don't you just go in there and hand in your fucking application, alright?"
"...It's a shame that such a gentle soul as yours should feel this troubled, Nicholas. Maybe you need a nice horse ride to bring you peace. We should have a double date on horseback."
"Blaine, shut up. Go do it."
"...Nick! Stop distracting me by talking about the awesome horse date you planned out for us! I need to turn in my goddamn job application. Jesus."
Please, don't stop liking Jeff, Nick.
~*~
It's two days later, and Nick has finally agreed to have Kurt and Blaine over his house. They've been wanting to visit Nick's 'awesome mansion house' for a few months now, but Nick's been able to convince them not to come over until today.
It's not that he thinks they only want him for his money, no, Kurt cleared that up last month:
"You're our best friend, Nick, we don't actually want your horses. As long as you stay hot, I will tolerate you even when you're being a dick. You're so special..."
He's not sure this is a good idea.
They might never leave.
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There's no large, grand fountain in front of the Owens' mansion like Kurt was hoping, but there's a long, smooth gray cobblestone driveway that leads up to one of the two garages.
The mansion itself is dark brown brick, giving it more of a modern vibe than the medieval one Kurt was hoping for.
"Your mansion is inadequate for my taste, Nicholas," Kurt calls up the steps as he and Blaine reach the front door where Nick is already looking annoyed.
Jeff pops his head from behind the door, grinning at them in his very Jefferian way. "Yeah, Nick, your mansion sucks."
Nick turns around to grin at the blond haired boy, playfully kissing him on the cheek as Jeff pretends to not want to be kissed. Kurt's not sure why seeing them acting sweet towards one another is painstaking in some way, but he shoves his emotions away as he follows Blaine into the mansion.
"Why are you wearing cowboy boots and tight plaid pants, Kurt? We're not riding today, and I'm not letting you wear that when you ride my horse."
Kurt smirks and brushes his fingers against Nick's cheek. "One would hope that I would wear nothing the next time I ride."
They share a quick look, but luckily Blaine is too busy marveling over the crystal chandelier and marble floors to see certain feelings pass from one boy to another. Jeff's in the middle of texting David, so everything seems all right with Kurt and Nick's silent conversation.
So, maybe Nick didn't care if Blaine came over, but he just didn't want Kurt to come over his house and see all of what his parent's money has been spent on. Boys like Kurt, hell, anyone in general, would be overly impressed by the extravagant interior of the Owens' mansion, and Nick doesn't want Kurt to be impressed by anything he has to offer. Not anymore.
Kurt doesn't make it easy for Nick to want to be unimpressive, though. Especially like right now, Kurt wearing a tight turtle neck makes it seem like it'd be really nice to press up against him and feel his lean torso through the light material.
"God, Nick, you can fuck me as hard as you want. Your house is huge."
"...What?" Nick turns to the speaker, and unfortunately, it's just Blaine grinning at him now. Not Kurt.
Not Kurt naked and sinking to his knees.
Unfortunate events for a fortunate boy.
"Can we see the stables now?" Kurt asks, innocently trying to persuade Nick to show them the horses.
Please stop looking at me like you want me. It kind of sucks.
Nick walks begrudgingly down the hall and leads the three other boys outside after a series of stairs and doors have been opened to get there.
He points to a large barn that's about three acres out, turning around to go back in his house.
"What? Come on. Why can't we meet your horses? Are you embarrassed they'll think we're not cool enough? Come on, Owens," Blaine teases.
"Later. Tomorrow maybe," Nick says, leading them all back into the house and down the stairs to the basement.
I need to be drunk right now.
~*~
They're all eating popcorn and watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Nick's parents aren't home for the night (not that it matters if they were home, they wouldn't come down and check on them), so Nick figured it was a good idea to have Kurt, Blaine, and Jeff spend the night and get drunk.
Jeff has to work in the morning and Kurt just doesn't feel like drinking tonight, so it's simply Blaine and Nick sharing a six pack of beer.
"What am I supposed to tell my dad? I can't lie and say Blaine's not sleeping over," Kurt says with his cell phone held up to his ear in anticipation to call Burt.
Nick rolls his eyes and wraps a blanket around himself and Jeff on the floor by the TV. "Well, he still thinks you're a virgin and have never seen Blaine's dick, so why can't you lie to him about this? It's hardly a lie compared to those."
Kurt sighs and walks to the other side of the basement to tell his dad that he's having a Blaine-free sleepover at Nick's.
Blaine grabs another blanket for him and Kurt to share, looking over at the two other boys spooning.
Jeff's really blond--really, really blond. Hm.
----
"Will Smith is so sexy," Kurt says flatly, staring at the screen as the boys continue their Fresh Prince marathon.
"Kurt. Don't like him. I can't compete." Blaine puts his hand on Kurt's hip and presses himself closer to Kurt's back to emphasize his point that Kurt is his--not Will Smith's. Damn straight.
Jeff laughs as Kurt smiles and turns around in the blanket to stare at his boyfriend. "No, you can't. That's the point in us having sex, Blaine. For me to picture you as other people that I can't have."
As Blaine's eyes widen, Kurt rubs his palm over the zipper of Blaine's jeans under the blanket to reassure him of his loyalty. Blaine responds by rolling his eyes and motioning for Kurt to turn back towards the TV.
Jeff approves of Kurt's Will Smith appreciation. After all, the DVD box set is his.
He tears his eyes from the screen to look over at Kurt. "I know, right? I mean, I'm sorry, but if Will Smith were to be like 'hey, Jeff, run away with me. My wife and kids are totally cool with our secret love affair, and I'll take you to premieres and stuff', I'd be like 'awesome, Will Smith, let's do this'."
Kurt nods and continues to discuss with Jeff about the glamorous lives they would lead if Will Smith wanted to pick both of them up, and they could be his mistresses and even have threesomes.
It's a bonding experience that both Nick and Blaine are glad that Kurt and Jeff are having, since the two gabbing boys don't talk outside of hanging out with each others' boyfriends, but...
When did I become jealous of Will Smith? How is this possible to want to beat someone up that Jeff will NEVER meet. Fuck.
Nick's a little jealous.
He grabs Jeff's ass under their blanket to let him know where his attention should be.
Jeff leans into him and slowly but surely stops talking with Kurt and focuses his eyes on the TV. Of course, his actual focus is somewhere much lower than his eyes.
Kurt presses himself up against the bulge in Blaine's jeans and squeezes Blaine's hand when it goes to land on his hip. He knows Blaine's going to start getting him in the mood for more than just cuddling, but first, Kurt looks around to make sure Nick and Jeff are at least doing the same thing. He sees the back of Jeff's hair lit up from the TV, but he can't tell what they're up to. Not that he needs to know, as long as they're not looking over at him and Blaine.
The entire basement is dark besides the light from the TV, and it seems someone turned the volume up a lot louder than what it was previously set at. Low lights and high volume make the ideal setting for secret humping and hand grabbing.
Kurt's pretty sure that he hears the audience on the TV laughing hysterically as something is said between Carlton and Will, but when Blaine starts grinding into Kurt's ass, nothing else matters, nothing else is needed to be heard. Kurt's reduced to a horny teenage boy, much like the boy lying next to him.
While hand squeezing and grinding happens on the right of the TV, on the left, Nick is kissing down Jeff's neck quietly, rubbing his hip and pressing himself ever so slightly on him. Nick's learned over the last few months to focus on Jeff's body instead of the actual person lying next to him.
He plays video games and drinks with Jeff, and then there's this other hot blond kid that has s great lean torso and smooth skin that likes to be touched by Nick.
Like he said, it's still hard to consider Jeff a boyfriend and a best friend, but he's working on it. He plans to work on it all night.
Blaine plans to work on similar plans all night long, as well. As much as he likes to claim that Kurt is the one that always wants sex, it's not like Blaine gives him a choice but to be turned on and in full of wanting. Sometimes, Kurt will even try to resist the feel-good feelings.
He'll try to pretend that Blaine's body against his doesn't feel right, or he'll try to convince himself that Blaine's hands are never in great places and don't do great things, and that Blaine is stupid and doesn't know how to fucking fuck...
Blaine's hand is currently down Kurt's pants, and it's one of these moments where Kurt pretends that Blaine gently squeezing his ass and rubbing it doesn't turn him on. He feels embarrassed and annoyed that they're in Nick's basement and that Blaine is most definitely thinking about having sex while Kurt wants to just make sure that Nick and Jeff aren't catching on.
He's sure that they're also doing things and that neither couple is going to cock-block the other, so it should be okay to continue grinding against Blaine. That is, until Blaine's middle finger starts rubbing against his hole and Kurt's back feels like it's involuntarily arching and he's biting his lip to stifle a soft moan.
Kurt feels heat shooting through his body, but now he wishes he really was drunk, because public displays of fucking affection have never been one of sober Kurt's favorite activities. However, Blaine's other hand heading for his crotch makes him think otherwise.
"Are you guys fucking?" Nick asks calmly out of the blue. Not really out of the blue, though.
You're supposed to be the King of Un-Cock Blocking, Nick. Fuck you.
"No... Are you g--"
"What? No..." Blaine interrupts Kurt calmly by slipping a finger in a place that Kurt wasn't expecting right this second. Or any second. Not with Nick and Jeff here.
For a minute, Kurt tries really hard not to move, but Blaine's finger feels thick and demanding and there, and it really sucks that Nick and Jeff are here. Kurt really just wants sex. Sex with Blaine. Sex right now.
However, then Blaine adds a second finger and he's lightly kissing the back of Kurt's neck, and somehow it all just feels insulting.
How dare you think you can get me hard in front of our friends? You will not be getting anything from me tonight. No fucking way.
"BLAINE, get your fingers out of there, I'm trying to talk to Nick."
Nick laughs softly. "Whoa, alright. That's classy. Let's go upstairs, Jeff."
Not like they weren't trying their own things, but whenever Nick pictures Blaine doing anything sexual, it's like a major kill to his boner. Blaine Anderson: Boner Killer Extraordinaire for Nick Owens.
Jeff stands up with the blanket wrapped around himself and starts walking towards the stairs. "What if your parents come home tomorrow morning?"
Nick sighs and throws a couch pillow at Blaine's head. "Jeff, I told our maids that we have sex. It's cool."
Kurt sits up against the couch and glares over at Blaine who's still lying down on the floor. "Ask your maids if they have any problems with cleaning up all of Blaine's jizz off his stomach this summer, since the only sex he'll be getting is the imaginary kind."
Blaine sits up with the blanket safely bundled on his lap and glares back at Kurt. "Oh, stop acting like you don't want me. I don't believe you anymore. You want me just as bad."
Nick rolls his eyes and starts walking up the stairs as he hears Kurt yell "prove it".
As Kurt starts following the other two boys up the stairs, they all hear Blaine call from the basement. "Imagine us back in the 1800s, AND WE BOTH HAVE WIVES. I'd be a-uh... lumberjack. AND YOU'D BE A MILK MAID. You'd like--GUYS! DON'T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!"
They turn around to witness Blaine running up the stairs behind Kurt, and Kurt just looks to Nick for help.
Nick really regrets giving Blaine three beers. He knows he's not drunk, but Blaine and even the scent of alcohol turns him into a babbling jerk-off that needs to be quieted or else.
"You guys can take the guest room by my room. If I hear a headboard banging, we can assume you made up."
Blaine smiles and wraps his arms around Kurt, grinning as Kurt turns his head to let Blaine see his displeased expression.
Nick sighs and continues leading the way.
It's going to be a long ass summer.
Part 2
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Sorry, I took forever! Silly Big Bangs and challenges that I had committed to earlier this year needed to be completed before I started this. Chapter 2 is almost done, so I'm going to try to finish that tonight/tomorrow.
Also, if you will notice, this is posted under grot21c. Yes, I indeed created a community for this entire verse, because I realized there was a bunch of annoying little things I want to start doing with it, and so a community seems more organized for it. There will soon be friends locked entries from Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick, so you should become a member to follow their thoughts. <3
Feedback//what you want to see = ♥
Rating: NC-17 (R for this part)
Spoilers: Up to 2x15, so none unless you haven't finished that
Warnings: College (summer vacation) AU, major Klaine, major Niff, some Nurt, Jurt, Blick bromance, sex, blow-jobs, Blaine's dirty talk, strong language, underage drinking, angst, fluff, inside horse jokes
Word Count: 4,928
Summary: The summer after Kurt and Blaine's first year of college is filled with bonfires, sexual bickering, summer jobs, horseback riding lessons, a wedding, and above all else, romance.
Chapter Summary: Kurt convinces Blaine that they need to get summer jobs, Nick and Blaine bro-talk, and Kurt and Jeff finally have something in common other than Nick. Light sexy times included.
A/N: This story is part of an ongoing series that started with Great Romances of the 21st Century. It takes place at the beginning of summer, right after Kurt, Blaine, and Jeff come home from their first year of college (and Nick from his second year). A summary of GROT21C for those who want to read a summer fic but would rather not read 60K to catch up. (It's like SparkNotes for fic!)
star55 and teaboytoaliens beta this story and my life.
May 2014
Summers should never be labeled as 'good' or 'bad'; they shouldn't even be thought of as separate from the rest of the year. Let it all come together.
So what if you're in school for more than half the year, the days spent in the summer are the same as all those other days. They're just maybe a little sunnier, a little lighter, and a little nicer.
Maybe your freshman year of college went a little like Kurt's. Maybe you roomed with your best friend and hoped every day that he'd want to be more than friends. Maybe you were so depressed by this that you focused on your school work as much as possible until one day you bumped into someone from your past you never thought you'd see again.
Maybe you were holding out your virginity for your best friend, but thought you'd never be with him, so you gave it to your newest and first boyfriend, Nick. Maybe by the end of the first semester, you were finally allowed to fall in love with Blaine and everything was a little slippery at first, a little complicated, but it all worked itself out by the end. Thank god.
Maybe your sophomore year was like Nick's, the photography major, and you fell fast for a boy you barely knew. Maybe he was quickly taken away from you when your ex-soloist for the Warblers wanted him finally.
Maybe your best friend, Jeff, had always been in love with you and you eventually tried to work things out with him in light of trying to ignore your unrequited feelings for Kurt. Maybe by the end of the year you made two new best friends, Blaine and Kurt, but still felt like there were a few things troubling you. The first trouble being what to do with Jeff, the second as what to do about your feelings for Kurt.
Or... your freshman year could have been like Blaine's.
Maybe you finally realized you loved Kurt, maybe you drank a little too much on occasion, maybe you fell even further in love with screwball comedies, and maybe you became best friends with Nick Owens.
Maybe you wrote a book called Great Romances of the 21st Century that lies as an unpublished document on your computer.
Maybe you lost your virginity to Kurt Hummel and learned from him that there is no such thing as too much sex. Basically.
Whichever it was or is going to be (hopefully none), if you're a hot boy surrounded by other hot boys and what seems like an endless supply of alcohol, school work might be the first thing to fall behind.
Until it's the summer.
Until there's bonfires and hanging out and swimming and finally.
There's a summer to be had for four boys that really don't know what the fuck they're going to be doing for four months.
~*~
"You need a job," Kurt says as he cuts Blaine's hair in Kurt's bathroom.
It's a simple trim. It's the beginning of May, school's out for the summer, and the weather's going to start getting warmer. Blaine's hair needs to be tamed back to its Dalton boy length, according to Kurt.
Blaine watches his luscious dark locks fall onto the towel Kurt has spread out on the tiled floor.
He worked hard to grow his hair back out, and Kurt's just destroying it snip by snip, ruining Blaine and all he's made of; plus, did he just mention Blaine getting a job?
"I need a job?"
Kurt wipes his trimming scissors on a hand towel and stares at his boyfriend in the mirror.
"A summer job, Blaine, yes. We need experience."
Blaine furrows his eyebrows and brings his hand up to feel the back of his hair.
You cut it too short.
"But you work at your dad's shop sometimes, that's experience..."
He turns around in the vanity stool that Kurt took from Carole's room earlier to cut Blaine's hair.
"Last semester was so hard, can't I have a break?" Blaine huffs, staring at the nice patch of skin Kurt's red V-neck gives him.
He wonders if Kurt would look good in a turtle neck. (There are reasons he'll need the turtle neck after Blaine's done with him.)
"You smell like vanilla. That was your winter scent. I think you should go for a peachy pineapple smell for summer," Blaine adds.
Kurt raises an eyebrow and walks out of his bathroom to put on a new shirt. (He doesn't want to wear red today.)
"...So what you're saying is that I should buy a scent that probably doesn't exist and in fact smells like fruit? Why, so you can uh..."
"Eat you?" Blaine matches Kurt's smirk as he comes over to the now half-naked boy by the closet. He kisses Kurt's bare shoulder and nuzzles his nose into the crook of his neck.
Kurt's breath hitches when he feels Blaine's lips part against his skin to suck gently. He tries to remember what he was first demanding Blaine to do, but it's a little hard now.
"Job. Us. We need them."
Blaine nods as he continues to kiss down Kurt's neck, causing the taller boy to close his eyes and just feel.
He feels Blaine's hands travel down his sides as he gets to his knees. Blaine mouths over the lower part of Kurt's stomach, dipping his tongue at the waistband of Kurt's pants. "Mmm, can't this be my job, baby?"
Kurt moans softly as Blaine cups the bulge in his jeans, rubbing his palm slowly under the zipper to build up friction.
Kurt leans his head against the door of the closet and presses his crotch further into Blaine's face. He lets Blaine carefully tug his pants down to his knees and kiss around his inner thigh before speaking again.
"There are three things wrong with what you just said. One, stop calling me baby. Two, you need to get a real job, and I'm terribly sorry, but prostitution doesn't open the right kind of doors from a societal perspective. Th-thirdly..." Kurt moans as Blaine licks his tongue over Kurt's obvious bulge in his light colored briefs. "Um... that 'mmm' was too forced. It turned me off right before you slid your tongue passed my pants. By the way, Blaine, what do my clothes taste like? You seem to like eating them lately..."
Blaine groans and pulls his head away from the space between Kurt's thighs. "How about you stop telling me what I do wrong or I won't suck you off?"
Kurt smirks down at him and does his best to run his fingers through Blaine's freshly cut curls. "But you want to do this. I was happy just cutting your curls down to size, but you insist on making me hard and taking me in your mouth. I have no complaints. Please, feel free to continue."
Thick eyebrows furrow as Blaine stands up, glaring over at his boyfriend. "Yeah, no, you cut my hair. I could get a job at the grocery store with long hair, why'd I have to get it cut? Not everything's about what you want. No blow-job from this guy. Nuh-uh."
Kurt's eyes widen in surprise, staring at Blaine for a moment to decide what the other boy is thinking. This is the first time Blaine's been grouchy all summer (granted it's only been eight days since school's been out).
"Groucho was nicer than you."
Blaine glares. "Groucho Marx made fun of people all the time in a hilarious and witty fashion. It's funny, Kurt. I think you just described yourself, because you don't stop picking on me. I don't even breathe right to you. Why don't you just tell me why you're with me?"
Kurt grabs Blaine's hand and puts it on his cheek. Blaine hates that he instinctively rubs Kurt's cheek with his thumb, even though he's trying to get in an argument.
Stop making me want you. I'm trying to be mad at you, bitch.
Kurt turns his head slightly to kiss Blaine's thumb. Blaine rolls his eyes and takes his hand back.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. I'll be nicer this summer. Just watch. By the end of it, you'll be begging for me to call you a dick. I'll even moan louder and attempt to claw at your back with my non-existent fingernails when you whisper 'yeah, you like that'."
Blaine glares at him, not forgetting to blush first. He ignores the laughing boy and plops down on Kurt's bed in a fit of frustration.
Kurt lies down on top of him, nuzzling his nose innocently against Blaine's chest to annoy him further.
His hands slide down Blaine's shirt to the hem of it, pushing the soft fabric up and over Blaine's head so he can rest his head on a shirtless Blaine Anderson.
"Hey, now, what if your dad walked in, huh? Two shirtless boys on your bed?"
Kurt laughs and licks teasingly at Blaine's earlobe. "I'll say you climbed in my window and forced me to oblige with your every whim."
He rubs his palm against Blaine's inner thigh. Blaine exhales deeply through his nostrils and looks up at Kurt's ceiling.
"It's going to be a long summer, isn't it?"
Kurt smiles and nods, sitting up to straddle Blaine's waist. "Now, as I was saying, we need job experience. It could be good for your writing, and also, this way, we can buy all the alcohol and condoms we'll need for the rest of summer and school."
Blaine smiles thoughtfully and watches as Kurt gets off him to go over to the closet to get a shirt on.
"I'm glad you already thought all of this out. What would I do without you?"
Kurt tilts his head and considers the question carefully.
"Masturbate alone?"
~*~
It's nine days into May, and Nick and Blaine are on their way to fill out job applications at random shops and fast food restaurants.
Well, Blaine is, anyway. (Because Kurt said so.)
Nick thinks he's too cool to have a job, according to Blaine.
Nick is rich as fuck and has horses, so he's not particularly obligated to get a job. Obviously.
"It's no fair. Jeff gets a fucking job at the pet store and Kurt's probably going to get hired at the fucking candle place. I need a job. Help, Nick. Why aren't you getting one?"
Nick shrugs in his designer sunglasses, letting his hair blow freely as he speeds five miles over the speed limit down Blaine's street in the suburbs.
"I have better things to do this summer than earn $7.40 an hour refilling shelves and flipping burgers."
"Well, hey, if you can do both of those things at the same time, I'd say that's pretty impressive."
Nick rolls his eyes at Blaine's proud moment of wit and turns onto the main road. "I don't need a job," he says.
Blaine nods knowingly and looks around at the white leather interior of Nick's red convertible.
"You have horses, I know this. But look at me, I don't really need money either, but it'd be nice to make some of my own cash, you know? And besides, we have an extra month off more than we had in high school to screw off. We need something to keep us busy. Don't you want to force yourself to do something you have no desire to do? Like working?
"Look at you, Nick. We're driving around in your red convertible with the top down, blasting wha--what is this? The Smashing Pumpkins? Dude, come on, we need some rap up in this bitch!"
Nick slides his dark sunglasses on and smirks as he glances over at Blaine.
"They're my favorite band, shut up. Rap is shit. Party music is shit. One good thing about being out of school is we aren't forced to hear top 40's hits while we're getting our dicks sucked. Amen."
Blaine laughs, turning the volume down to a comfortable speaking level. "I like the dancing, though. I think that's one thing we need to do more of--go to some gay clubs when we're back at school, you know? Get into a new night scene."
"Blaine Anderson wants to do ecstasy and grind with shirtless guys on the dance floor until three in the morning?"
Blaine grins and shakes his head. "Kurt likes Akon."
"...Jeff likes Sublime. ...Are you trying to change the subject? Is there something you're not telling me? Did you go clubbing without me, Anderson?"
Blaine laughs and shakes his head, turning the volume back up. "I just want Kurt to have fun is what I mean. He just wants sex all the time, even when he's mad at me. I don't get it. He'll tell me I'm an asshole and then just start blowing me. I... I don't know what to do."
Nick stops at a red light and uses this appropriate time to stare hard at Blaine. "You have a problem with that? Jesus, Blaine. Can we trade boyfriends?"
"What? Jeff doesn't worship Nick Owens as much as he should be? Poor baby..."
"No, he doesn't. After sex, he just wants to fist-bump me and call me 'dude' more than he usually does. I don't think he understands how to have me as his best friend and also as his boyfriend. I don't think I do either, though, so it's okay for now."
"Yeah, well, at least you guys can still hang out. I can't remember the last time I didn't have sex while hanging out with Kurt. My entire body is so sore just from the last five days. He doesn't stop."
"...Again, can we please trade boyfriends?"
I'm serious, Blaine. If you don't want to partake in sexual favors for Kurt, I will gladly fuck the shit out of him for you. You and Jeff can join the mosh pits and work out together...
"What's Jeff like, anyway?"
Nick has to think about this. He doesn't really think about having sex with Jeff outside of actually being inside.
"Uh, it's fine."
"Fine?"
Nick glares at the road in front of him. "Yeah, why? What do you want me to say? I don't kiss and tell."
Blaine gives him an innocent tilt of the head and smiles at him. "Uh huh. So he sucks? Or he doesn't suck?"
Nick sighs. "No, he's really good... with that. He just like... wants me. You know? It's weird."
"Oh, definitely weird. I have no idea why anyone would ever want you. ...I'll suck your dick if you give me one of your horses, by the way."
Kurt really sucks this kid's dick on a daily basis? God fucking dammit. Why?
"Blaine, shut up."
"I'm serious, but alright," Blaine jokes.
Jeff. Jeff. Jeff. Not Kurt. ...Fuck my life.
Nick's sighing for the second time in under a minute. Blaine knows something's up. (He's a smart kid.)
"He gets turned on by me, Blaine. Like, all I have to do is come over and he gives me this look."
"Oh, really? A look? Sounds like trouble."
Nick parks in a grocery store parking lot and waits for Blaine to get out so he won't have to talk. However, Blaine is patient.
"...I'm not going to talk about it right now, so why don't you just go in there and hand in your fucking application, alright?"
"...It's a shame that such a gentle soul as yours should feel this troubled, Nicholas. Maybe you need a nice horse ride to bring you peace. We should have a double date on horseback."
"Blaine, shut up. Go do it."
"...Nick! Stop distracting me by talking about the awesome horse date you planned out for us! I need to turn in my goddamn job application. Jesus."
Please, don't stop liking Jeff, Nick.
~*~
It's two days later, and Nick has finally agreed to have Kurt and Blaine over his house. They've been wanting to visit Nick's 'awesome mansion house' for a few months now, but Nick's been able to convince them not to come over until today.
It's not that he thinks they only want him for his money, no, Kurt cleared that up last month:
"You're our best friend, Nick, we don't actually want your horses. As long as you stay hot, I will tolerate you even when you're being a dick. You're so special..."
He's not sure this is a good idea.
They might never leave.
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There's no large, grand fountain in front of the Owens' mansion like Kurt was hoping, but there's a long, smooth gray cobblestone driveway that leads up to one of the two garages.
The mansion itself is dark brown brick, giving it more of a modern vibe than the medieval one Kurt was hoping for.
"Your mansion is inadequate for my taste, Nicholas," Kurt calls up the steps as he and Blaine reach the front door where Nick is already looking annoyed.
Jeff pops his head from behind the door, grinning at them in his very Jefferian way. "Yeah, Nick, your mansion sucks."
Nick turns around to grin at the blond haired boy, playfully kissing him on the cheek as Jeff pretends to not want to be kissed. Kurt's not sure why seeing them acting sweet towards one another is painstaking in some way, but he shoves his emotions away as he follows Blaine into the mansion.
"Why are you wearing cowboy boots and tight plaid pants, Kurt? We're not riding today, and I'm not letting you wear that when you ride my horse."
Kurt smirks and brushes his fingers against Nick's cheek. "One would hope that I would wear nothing the next time I ride."
They share a quick look, but luckily Blaine is too busy marveling over the crystal chandelier and marble floors to see certain feelings pass from one boy to another. Jeff's in the middle of texting David, so everything seems all right with Kurt and Nick's silent conversation.
So, maybe Nick didn't care if Blaine came over, but he just didn't want Kurt to come over his house and see all of what his parent's money has been spent on. Boys like Kurt, hell, anyone in general, would be overly impressed by the extravagant interior of the Owens' mansion, and Nick doesn't want Kurt to be impressed by anything he has to offer. Not anymore.
Kurt doesn't make it easy for Nick to want to be unimpressive, though. Especially like right now, Kurt wearing a tight turtle neck makes it seem like it'd be really nice to press up against him and feel his lean torso through the light material.
"God, Nick, you can fuck me as hard as you want. Your house is huge."
"...What?" Nick turns to the speaker, and unfortunately, it's just Blaine grinning at him now. Not Kurt.
Not Kurt naked and sinking to his knees.
Unfortunate events for a fortunate boy.
"Can we see the stables now?" Kurt asks, innocently trying to persuade Nick to show them the horses.
Please stop looking at me like you want me. It kind of sucks.
Nick walks begrudgingly down the hall and leads the three other boys outside after a series of stairs and doors have been opened to get there.
He points to a large barn that's about three acres out, turning around to go back in his house.
"What? Come on. Why can't we meet your horses? Are you embarrassed they'll think we're not cool enough? Come on, Owens," Blaine teases.
"Later. Tomorrow maybe," Nick says, leading them all back into the house and down the stairs to the basement.
I need to be drunk right now.
~*~
They're all eating popcorn and watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Nick's parents aren't home for the night (not that it matters if they were home, they wouldn't come down and check on them), so Nick figured it was a good idea to have Kurt, Blaine, and Jeff spend the night and get drunk.
Jeff has to work in the morning and Kurt just doesn't feel like drinking tonight, so it's simply Blaine and Nick sharing a six pack of beer.
"What am I supposed to tell my dad? I can't lie and say Blaine's not sleeping over," Kurt says with his cell phone held up to his ear in anticipation to call Burt.
Nick rolls his eyes and wraps a blanket around himself and Jeff on the floor by the TV. "Well, he still thinks you're a virgin and have never seen Blaine's dick, so why can't you lie to him about this? It's hardly a lie compared to those."
Kurt sighs and walks to the other side of the basement to tell his dad that he's having a Blaine-free sleepover at Nick's.
Blaine grabs another blanket for him and Kurt to share, looking over at the two other boys spooning.
Jeff's really blond--really, really blond. Hm.
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"Will Smith is so sexy," Kurt says flatly, staring at the screen as the boys continue their Fresh Prince marathon.
"Kurt. Don't like him. I can't compete." Blaine puts his hand on Kurt's hip and presses himself closer to Kurt's back to emphasize his point that Kurt is his--not Will Smith's. Damn straight.
Jeff laughs as Kurt smiles and turns around in the blanket to stare at his boyfriend. "No, you can't. That's the point in us having sex, Blaine. For me to picture you as other people that I can't have."
As Blaine's eyes widen, Kurt rubs his palm over the zipper of Blaine's jeans under the blanket to reassure him of his loyalty. Blaine responds by rolling his eyes and motioning for Kurt to turn back towards the TV.
Jeff approves of Kurt's Will Smith appreciation. After all, the DVD box set is his.
He tears his eyes from the screen to look over at Kurt. "I know, right? I mean, I'm sorry, but if Will Smith were to be like 'hey, Jeff, run away with me. My wife and kids are totally cool with our secret love affair, and I'll take you to premieres and stuff', I'd be like 'awesome, Will Smith, let's do this'."
Kurt nods and continues to discuss with Jeff about the glamorous lives they would lead if Will Smith wanted to pick both of them up, and they could be his mistresses and even have threesomes.
It's a bonding experience that both Nick and Blaine are glad that Kurt and Jeff are having, since the two gabbing boys don't talk outside of hanging out with each others' boyfriends, but...
When did I become jealous of Will Smith? How is this possible to want to beat someone up that Jeff will NEVER meet. Fuck.
Nick's a little jealous.
He grabs Jeff's ass under their blanket to let him know where his attention should be.
Jeff leans into him and slowly but surely stops talking with Kurt and focuses his eyes on the TV. Of course, his actual focus is somewhere much lower than his eyes.
Kurt presses himself up against the bulge in Blaine's jeans and squeezes Blaine's hand when it goes to land on his hip. He knows Blaine's going to start getting him in the mood for more than just cuddling, but first, Kurt looks around to make sure Nick and Jeff are at least doing the same thing. He sees the back of Jeff's hair lit up from the TV, but he can't tell what they're up to. Not that he needs to know, as long as they're not looking over at him and Blaine.
The entire basement is dark besides the light from the TV, and it seems someone turned the volume up a lot louder than what it was previously set at. Low lights and high volume make the ideal setting for secret humping and hand grabbing.
Kurt's pretty sure that he hears the audience on the TV laughing hysterically as something is said between Carlton and Will, but when Blaine starts grinding into Kurt's ass, nothing else matters, nothing else is needed to be heard. Kurt's reduced to a horny teenage boy, much like the boy lying next to him.
While hand squeezing and grinding happens on the right of the TV, on the left, Nick is kissing down Jeff's neck quietly, rubbing his hip and pressing himself ever so slightly on him. Nick's learned over the last few months to focus on Jeff's body instead of the actual person lying next to him.
He plays video games and drinks with Jeff, and then there's this other hot blond kid that has s great lean torso and smooth skin that likes to be touched by Nick.
Like he said, it's still hard to consider Jeff a boyfriend and a best friend, but he's working on it. He plans to work on it all night.
Blaine plans to work on similar plans all night long, as well. As much as he likes to claim that Kurt is the one that always wants sex, it's not like Blaine gives him a choice but to be turned on and in full of wanting. Sometimes, Kurt will even try to resist the feel-good feelings.
He'll try to pretend that Blaine's body against his doesn't feel right, or he'll try to convince himself that Blaine's hands are never in great places and don't do great things, and that Blaine is stupid and doesn't know how to fucking fuck...
Blaine's hand is currently down Kurt's pants, and it's one of these moments where Kurt pretends that Blaine gently squeezing his ass and rubbing it doesn't turn him on. He feels embarrassed and annoyed that they're in Nick's basement and that Blaine is most definitely thinking about having sex while Kurt wants to just make sure that Nick and Jeff aren't catching on.
He's sure that they're also doing things and that neither couple is going to cock-block the other, so it should be okay to continue grinding against Blaine. That is, until Blaine's middle finger starts rubbing against his hole and Kurt's back feels like it's involuntarily arching and he's biting his lip to stifle a soft moan.
Kurt feels heat shooting through his body, but now he wishes he really was drunk, because public displays of fucking affection have never been one of sober Kurt's favorite activities. However, Blaine's other hand heading for his crotch makes him think otherwise.
"Are you guys fucking?" Nick asks calmly out of the blue. Not really out of the blue, though.
You're supposed to be the King of Un-Cock Blocking, Nick. Fuck you.
"No... Are you g--"
"What? No..." Blaine interrupts Kurt calmly by slipping a finger in a place that Kurt wasn't expecting right this second. Or any second. Not with Nick and Jeff here.
For a minute, Kurt tries really hard not to move, but Blaine's finger feels thick and demanding and there, and it really sucks that Nick and Jeff are here. Kurt really just wants sex. Sex with Blaine. Sex right now.
However, then Blaine adds a second finger and he's lightly kissing the back of Kurt's neck, and somehow it all just feels insulting.
How dare you think you can get me hard in front of our friends? You will not be getting anything from me tonight. No fucking way.
"BLAINE, get your fingers out of there, I'm trying to talk to Nick."
Nick laughs softly. "Whoa, alright. That's classy. Let's go upstairs, Jeff."
Not like they weren't trying their own things, but whenever Nick pictures Blaine doing anything sexual, it's like a major kill to his boner. Blaine Anderson: Boner Killer Extraordinaire for Nick Owens.
Jeff stands up with the blanket wrapped around himself and starts walking towards the stairs. "What if your parents come home tomorrow morning?"
Nick sighs and throws a couch pillow at Blaine's head. "Jeff, I told our maids that we have sex. It's cool."
Kurt sits up against the couch and glares over at Blaine who's still lying down on the floor. "Ask your maids if they have any problems with cleaning up all of Blaine's jizz off his stomach this summer, since the only sex he'll be getting is the imaginary kind."
Blaine sits up with the blanket safely bundled on his lap and glares back at Kurt. "Oh, stop acting like you don't want me. I don't believe you anymore. You want me just as bad."
Nick rolls his eyes and starts walking up the stairs as he hears Kurt yell "prove it".
As Kurt starts following the other two boys up the stairs, they all hear Blaine call from the basement. "Imagine us back in the 1800s, AND WE BOTH HAVE WIVES. I'd be a-uh... lumberjack. AND YOU'D BE A MILK MAID. You'd like--GUYS! DON'T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!"
They turn around to witness Blaine running up the stairs behind Kurt, and Kurt just looks to Nick for help.
Nick really regrets giving Blaine three beers. He knows he's not drunk, but Blaine and even the scent of alcohol turns him into a babbling jerk-off that needs to be quieted or else.
"You guys can take the guest room by my room. If I hear a headboard banging, we can assume you made up."
Blaine smiles and wraps his arms around Kurt, grinning as Kurt turns his head to let Blaine see his displeased expression.
Nick sighs and continues leading the way.
It's going to be a long ass summer.
Part 2
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Sorry, I took forever! Silly Big Bangs and challenges that I had committed to earlier this year needed to be completed before I started this. Chapter 2 is almost done, so I'm going to try to finish that tonight/tomorrow.
Also, if you will notice, this is posted under grot21c. Yes, I indeed created a community for this entire verse, because I realized there was a bunch of annoying little things I want to start doing with it, and so a community seems more organized for it. There will soon be friends locked entries from Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick, so you should become a member to follow their thoughts. <3
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