Fic: He's Got You High, And You Don't Even Know Yet
Title: He's Got You High, And You Don't Even Know Yet
Rating: R
Spoilers: BIOTA references
Warnings: explicit drug use, an OC to get the ball rolling, dirty talk, swearing, light sexy-time(?)
Word Count: 6,373
Summary: Blaine really wants to let loose, so he goes to a party at a Warbler's house and ends up getting high. He has many thoughts, many to do with Kurt. Later in the night he decides to act on these thoughts.
A/N: As always, I apologize for my sense of humor. If you do not want to read a story about Blaine smoking marijuana, then I suggest you do not read this. Also, the title "creatively" comes from this song.
It was the first warm day of the winter, a record 53 degrees Fahrenheit for this day in February. The only problem was, as Kurt and Blaine walked across the street to get to the Lima Bean, it started to rain.
"It's supposed to be the nicest day of the year so far! Why is it raining? Come on, Blaine, hurry, I don't want to get wet."
Blaine followed Kurt into the coffee shop, ordered their usual, and then sat across from Kurt near a window to finally relax from the long day of Warblering that they had.
"That was the longest rehearsal ever, I think," Blaine sighed, sticking a straw in his drink to sip it without burning his tongue.
"Yeah, probably because Wes knows how 'crazy' everyone will get tonight. Are you really going to the party? I feel like I'd rather spend time reading bible verses or something than go to that."
Blaine rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat to look at Kurt who sat across from him in the comfortable lounging chairs. "Nah, Jeff is cool. I'm surprised it's not at David's house, but apparently Jeff's parents are in Key West, so that's why they're having it there. You should come, you are one of us, Kurt."
Kurt glanced at his friend for a moment before staring out the window at the rain that had started to sprinkle the sidewalk. "Yeah, but I told Mercedes I'd spend the night over her house. She says Rachel and I need to make-up."
Blaine bit his lip, suddenly very interested in reading the label on his cup instead of looking up at Kurt. "Yeah, sorry about that."
Kurt crossed his legs and looked over at him. "No, you don't need to feel that sorry. I think there will be plenty of things we'll do that the other will disapprove of. You had a right to be curious."
Wanting to change the subject from Rachel, Blaine just stared at Kurt curiously, "What sorts of things have I done so far that you disapprove of?"
He mostly meant it to be a playful way to joke around with him, but Kurt pondered the question.
"You're a lot different from the guy I met on the stairway."
When Blaine looked displeased and a little confused with Kurt's response, Kurt decided to elaborate. "I mean, I like both of those guys, but you do realize that you act differently around school than you do with just me, right?"
Blaine shrugged, sipping his drink again, "Doesn't everybody act different around other people? I wouldn't talk to the president the same way I'd talk to you, does that mean I'm pretending to be someone I'm not?"
Kurt leaned forward, surprisingly never breaking his stare from him.
Blaine didn't like when Kurt stared at him like that, the look of confrontation easily intimidating him every time. Usually when Kurt had a personal story to tell, his cheeks would turn a frustrated shade of red and his forehead would display all the tension and emotion he was feeling.
Right now, Kurt just stared. Blaine understood this as the expression of definite truth--Kurt's honest opinion.
"No, but the Warblers aren't the president. I don't have a problem with you wanting to calm yourself down and seem respectful, but you shouldn't wear a mask, Blaine."
"What mask, Kurt? I know you have this thing against me going from 'expressive performer' to 'Dalton scholar,' but I'm both of those people. It's not an act."
Annoyed, Kurt rested his hand on the armrest of Blaine's chair to grab the other boy's attention better. "No, Blaine, I have no problem with that, I understand what it means to perform and then to have to sit out of the spotlight. What I don't like to see is you afraid to have people not like you. You want to know what I think? I think you should laugh when you want to laugh; you should sing when you feel like singing; you should kiss when you damn well feel like kissing."
The last word left both boys feeling slightly uncomfortable, but Kurt didn't seem like he meant to say it to relate his own feelings regarding Blaine. He just wanted him to be comfortable in his own skin.
It reminded Blaine of the way he felt for Kurt when they first met.
Kurt was that cute boy that came out of nowhere and smiled at Blaine as he sang--One of Blaine's favorite fantasies come true.
Kurt was that cute boy that had issues at his school and didn't have anyone to turn to--Well, cool, Blaine knew he'd be a good friend. He'd experienced something very similar, he had thought.
He wanted to give this boy the advice he had wanted to give himself:
Don't let them break you.
But Kurt was that cute boy that didn't know he was cute. He was the boy that knew he deserved to be happy and to be happy with someone, but he was also a boy that couldn't actually believe he deserved better.
And that was a problem for Blaine, because he himself was very impulsive sometimes, and he knew how secretly insecure and vulnerable he would feel opening up to someone as real as Kurt.
So, Blaine went looking for random GAP boys to fill his loneliness while he practiced being a good friend to someone he knew he'd end up falling for.
There was a lot of things Blaine liked, even maybe loved, about Kurt.
The first reason was his smile, the second was the things that made him smile.
Kurt was usually raising his eyebrows at someone or had that permanent frown on his face, but whenever Blaine came around, Blaine could have sworn the only face Kurt knew how to make was a playful smile.
Blaine knew that Kurt had a specific smile designed just for Blaine--just for Potentials.
And the look in Kurt's eyes were always telling a different story, but somehow they would always lead to the same ending:
"Can't you feel what I'm feeling for you?"
And before he replied to Kurt, he thought of all these memories and all these thoughts that he had delicately filed under his mind's "Kurt" folder, but none of them would do any good right now in explaining why Blaine felt like he had to hide himself.
"I just don't know who I am yet, Kurt. I'm sorry."
It was time to leave before the rain started pouring, and of course, Kurt had to wait until they were out the door to give his final reply to Blaine.
Just in case either of them felt like running.
"Everyone will love you when you show them who you are. I did."
How could Blaine give him a reply that wouldn't break him or make himself feel too vulnerable?
Now's not the time.
"I hope you're right about that."
----
A few hours later...
This wasn't the first Warbler party Blaine had been to, but he wasn't sure how many more he'd want to go to after this one.
Usually they ended up being late-hour rehearsals, or people stopped playing games to go to sleep early or to study for tests. Blaine hoped this one would actually give him the chance to get to know the guys that he sang with almost every day.
What he didn't anticipate was to have a drunken Wes open Jeff's front door at 8 o'clock as soon as Blaine had knocked.
"Hellllooooo, Blaine! Welcommme to Jeff's house! I'm the door guy this evening."
Blaine stared at him in disbelief. He was never sure how to act around Wes, let alone a drunken Wes. "Hey, Wes, are you having a good time?"
Wes' eyes widened as he nodded, practically shoving Blaine into the living room where a bunch of the guys were drinking and laughing around the couches.
Jeff's house was nice, but not as fancy as some of the other Dalton student houses Blaine had been to. There was an element of home, to say the least, with family pictures hanging on the walls and a piano in the corner by the entrance to the kitchen.
Blaine remembered Jeff saying something once about his mom being a "hippie piano teacher" when she wasn't busy going to sophisticated wine parties with Jeff's dad.
Blaine wasn't sure that the word "hippie" fit in with the rest of her description, but he was in no position to critique other people's lifestyles.
It was awkward for Blaine to just sit on the couches, watching the other guys get drunk. Plenty of the Warblers asked him countless times if he wanted a drink, but Blaine had decided to swear off drinking for at least a month because of what had happened at Rachel's party. He just didn't need that kind of drama happening with Kurt right now.
Some of the guys had their girlfriends with them, and it made Blaine feel like he'd been transported into a typical Hollywood teen film where the high school kids get drunk and have unprotected sex on the couches. Yikes.
When he got up to go find some people he could actually talk with, he saw Jeff, Nick, David, and Adrian, some musician stoner kid that Blaine had seen around Dalton, go into Jeff's garage.
Blaine wondered why they were going out into the garage, and because he felt like he knew them better than most of the other Warblers, minus Adrian, he decided after a few minutes that it'd be okay if he followed them.
Jeff's garage was heavily lacking in cars. It was more of a hang-out area, with a TV and an XBOX set up around a couch. The entire garage floor was covered in red carpeting.
Sitting in a circle, Blaine saw Jeff lighting what he knew was a small glass bowl used to smoke tobacco in.
Or other substances.
"Oh, hey, Blaine. Wanna get in?" Jeff asked, blowing out smoke, his eyes slightly glossed over and red.
"Are you guys smoking weed?" Blaine stood by the door, not sure if he was interrupting something important.
"Yes, would you like to join us?" Nick asked, taking the bowl from Jeff's hands.
"Um, actually, uh--"
David smiled understandingly at him, sitting a little farther out of the circle than the other three. "I've never smoked either since I actually like my lungs, but it's better than watching the guys in there make-out with their girlfriends."
Blaine nodded as he came over to the circle, glancing at the medium-length haired boy named Adrian that was the only one not in the Warblers. He was known pretty well around Dalton as being the hipster-stoner kid that sold caffeine pills and other drugs that Blaine didn't know the names of. It was a shame that the older boy was shady, Blaine thought, because Adrian was actually quite good-looking.
"I tried it with my cousin before, but it didn't work. It tastes nasty, too."
Adrian smirked with large brown eyes, holding the bowl out to Blaine. "Second time's a charm, dude."
Blaine took the bowl and the lighter that Adrian handed him, staring down at the illegal substance in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Why were they smoking anyway? They were singers, and weren't these guys all about setting good examples and getting good grades? Blaine knew that this drug wasn't really good for either of those factors.
"I'm not sure if I should, though."
"Are you sleeping over?"
"Yeah."
"Then go for it. I'm smoking you out for free since you've never been high before."
Blaine nodded his thanks and put his lips around the small hole of the bowl, inhaling the smoke that immediately squeezed his lungs as soon as it entered them.
He handed the bowl over to Jeff as his coughing fit lasted about a minute, the boys in the circle laughing at him in the process.
"Dude, you can't inhale it that quickly, just here, try again," Adrian insisted.
"No, I-I think I'm good, thanks."
"Are you sure? You don't want to let loose? It's good shit."
Letting loose, Blaine thought. See, Kurt? Look at what my life choices are right now because of you.
The guys let Blaine take four more hits before they took the device away from him, waiting a couple minutes for the drug to kick in.
----
It was different than how Blaine expected it to be. In the movies, he'd always seen people acting out of control and laughing in that obnoxious way that was deemed "the pot laugh."
He didn't want to be like that.
But as he listened to Nick and David heavily discuss the stars and planets, he started to really feel everything they were saying.
And then when he tried to add to their conversation:
"OO eys... ...Ooo--Ahh--Guyyys..Youuu guys..." Oh my god, what the fuck? Why can't I talk?
They all watched Blaine in amusement, laughing at his attempt to speak.
"What was that, Blaine?" Nick smirked, eyes slightly red.
"Dude, you are so high... It's adorable," Adrian said, handing Blaine the bowl again.
Blaine just laughed and shoved it away as best he could, leaning on the other boy for support as his entire body felt like it would soon start levitating off the ground.
"I can't--I can't feel my arms!"
The room busted out laughing, even Blaine, and then he just couldn't. stop. laughing.
"Blaine, okay, chill. Are you really that high?" Jeff asked, smiling at the younger Warbler member that was latching onto the carpet for dear life.
"I don't--This is...so not...Good..."
Adrian smiled, wrapping an arm around Blaine, "Because this is your first real high, it's going to be insanely awesome. You'll get used to it. Good thing you're sleeping over, eh?"
Blaine shook his head violently, more than he would have normally liked to, but right now any sudden movement made him feel like he was having involuntarily spasms.
"My fingers are spiders. I can't--No. Why is this happening?" He laughed hysterically but was actually terrified. How could people do this on a daily basis? This was horrifying.
Adrian and Nick made Blaine lie down on the couch that was conveniently placed up against the wall by the entrance to the house. "Just relax, you're going to be fine."
Blaine wanted to close his eyes, but having them open ensured him that he couldn't float to the top of the ceiling. He sat up on the couch, putting a pillow on his lap as he watched the four other guys sit and talk around the circle.
His eyelids felt heavy, and as he watched David leave the garage to go check on a drunken Wes inside, he couldn't help but notice the picked-up flirtation between Nick and Jeff.
I knew it, Blaine thought, his small smile quickly turning into a grin all on its own. He watched as Adrian started smoking his own bowl, liking how the light-brown haired boy's cheeks hollowed as he inhaled the smoke.
You know who else's cheeks would look cool like that? Fucking Kurt's.
Adrian turned his head over to Blaine laughing, "What did you just say?"
"Oh shit, he heard me."
"Yeah, and I still hear you now..."
Blaine laughed, dropping his head into his lap with embarrassment. Why was his mind betraying him like this? He had to make sure he didn't say anything stupid, especially in front of David, even if he just left to take care of the drunkest Wes in history. ("The last time a Warbler got this drunk was in 1972 when..." Blaine could hear Wes saying.)
He definitely wouldn't be getting another solo any time soon from how he just acted.
However, maybe Blaine needed to actually let loose for once. These guys were supposed to be his friends, right? Sort of.
Blaine loved Nick, and he loved Jeff, and oh god, he loved, loved David now. He couldn't believe how much love he felt for all these guys, it was over-whelming him, and Kurt. Blaine definitely thought more highly of Kurt than all the rest.
He was relaxed for the first time in a long time. He felt like he was melting into the couch, also feeling a tingle in his feet.
Blaine watched Nick smile over at a laughing Jeff the same way Blaine had seen Kurt look over at him before. Why didn't Blaine ever let Kurt see that same look back?
"Nickifer, why must I do this to myself?" Blaine slid off the couch and crawled over to the circle where Nick and Jeff were now sitting closer together and Adrian had propped up against the wall near them.
"Do what to yourself, Blaine?" He smirked back, giving Jeff an amused look over Blaine being high.
"I think I really like Kurt, and I'mma 'fraid to tell him. I'm so so afraid to tell him. Help."
Jeff commented before Nick could, "Aw, do you really, Blaine? That's so awesome! We're all rooting for you guys. Tell him how he makes you feel, he may just reciprocate yo' true feelin's."
Blaine giggled, feeling his eyes grow heavier the more he laughed. Maybe Jeff was right.
Blaine took his phone out, preparing to text Kurt the best text ever texted. It would rock Kurt's world, this text.
"What are you doing?" Adrian asked flatly, watching Blaine click on his contact list.
Blaine didn't look up from his phone, "I'm going to text my true feelings to Kurt. Then he'll know how much I like him! Ha ha!"
"No, you're not." Adrian sighed, getting up from his spot and pulling Blaine to the couch with him, Jeff and Nick talking quietly in the circle still.
----
Blaine was surprised how easily he was able to talk to Adrian. He told him about the first time he met Kurt all the way up until their last meeting at the Lima Bean.
"And that is why I am a douche-bag."
Adrian nodded slowly, thinking over all of Blaine's ramble. "If you're going to text him, let me see it before you do, so I can fix it if it's bad."
Blaine nodded and went back to pulling Kurt's name up on his phone. After a few moments, he passed his phone over to the other boy for inspection:
Kurt you are the greatest person ever.
Adrian smirked a little and nodded his approval. Blaine waited for Kurt to text him back and burst out laughing when he replied.
Blaine, are you drunk?
nope lol
Then why am I the greatest person ever?
Because you make me happy. Are you at Mnerecdecs?
No, I went home, because Rachel was talking too much about Finn. Why?
This was it, Blaine thought. He just needed a driver.
Blaine looked over at Adrian who was too busy staring at Jeff and Nick making-out on the floor.
Nick's hair flopped in front of his face as he lifted his own shirt off, pulling at Jeff's shirt as he did. They got up from the floor and headed over to a couch that was on the opposite side of the garage, Jeff falling on top of Nick.
On a normal day, Blaine would have felt extremely perverted watching the two Warblers getting it on so unexpectedly in Jeff's garage, but if Adrian could watch them, so could Blaine.
Blaine felt good.
He needed to get to Kurt. He needed Kurt like holy shit.
Even though the heat was blasting in Jeff's garage, Blaine's body shook and he shivered, hunching over slightly. "He's so hot. So hot, fuck, so hot. I want him to fuck, hot, me. Like it would be so cool, like I feel like right now I could orgasm. Everywhere. Right now. His pants would be so tight right there, and he'd be warm and fuck. I want him to suck me off, I think about it all the god damn time. FUCK."
"Dude, what? That's hot. What'd Kurt say?" Adrian asked.
"Everything. Shit, I'm terrible. Don't..." Blaine's mouth got tired of moving, so he just let it hang open and let himself zone-out.
Blaine knew he wouldn't have any more laughing fits this night, but he still felt extremely relaxed and his eyelids were heavy. The music, boys kissing in front of him, and the hot boy sitting next to him did nothing to help his body relax on the inside.
"Oh my god, can I play that? Is that your guitar? Let me play it for you. I wanna try, please, can I?"
Adrian laughed as he watched Blaine stumble off the couch, grabbing the acoustic guitar that was leaning against the wall, and plopping back down on the couch. "This feels so awesome, I feel so awesome right now. Watch me, I'm great."
Blaine strummed the guitar with all of his fingers, hearing the sloppy open-ended chord vibrate in his ears. "Oh my god, that sounds so amazing, do you hear it?"
Eventually, Adrian took the guitar from Blaine and finger-picked a song that Blaine kept trying to guess the name of.
The song was so sweet and simple, and Blaine felt like Adrian had just written it for tonight so Blaine could relate the song back to Kurt.
"I think I'm in love," Blaine said, feeling himself grow increasingly aware of his surroundings, the high wearing off slowly.
Adrian sighed, "Are you where you think you should be right now?"
Blaine shook his head, "No, are you good to drive me somewhere?"
----
As Adrian's car pulled up to the side of Kurt's house, he turned his lights off to stare at Blaine in the dark. "You know, if you really like him, you have to let him know now."
They'd spent twenty minutes on the ride to Kurt's house, Blaine mostly rambling about how Kurt thought Blaine had a "mask" and how pretty Blaine thought Kurt was.
Blaine nodded, smiling over at Adrian, "Thanks for driving me, I owe you."
Adrian shook his head, staring out at the street lamps that poorly lit the subdivision. "Nah, helping to progress love is worthy of a twenty-minute drive. Just find me in school on Monday and tell me how tonight goes, alright? I expect sexy stories."
Blaine laughed, leaning over to give Adrian a small hug before stepping out of the car, "Any advice?"
Adrian shrugged in his seat, "I wouldn't tell him that you've spent half the night blown out of your mind. He needs to trust what you're saying, even though you'll probably be more honest with him now than you would normally be. Good luck, Blaine."
Blaine nodded and saluted Adrian goodbye after he shut the car door, watching the older boy drive off.
He was a nice kid, Blaine thought. Maybe he'd eventually lay off all the drugs and get a hair-cut, then he'd be even more appealing-looking.
He crept around to the side of Kurt's house, feeling like he was on the most secret mission to not get caught by anyone. Especially not Burt Hummel.
Forgetting that cellphones existed, Blaine bent down to clump some snow in his hand and then threw it up at Kurt's window.
He waited a minute and then tried again, knowing that this second time would wake Kurt up, since he was probably the lightest sleeper that Blaine knew.
----
Kurt was having a dream about Blaine kissing him. He wasn't sure where they were or what the mood of the dream was, but Blaine was just kissing him and Kurt was kissing back. It was an awesome dream, basically.
That is, until Kurt heard a freaking rock hit his window, which actually just turned out to be a hard snowball.
Kurt moved over to the window curiously, opening the curtain to see none other than Blaine standing down in the snow.
This is still a dream. "Blaine? What the hell are you doing here? It's one in the morning!" Kurt whisper-shouted.
Blaine told Kurt to just let him in, saying he'd go to the side door by the Hudmel kitchen.
Kurt quickly ran to his closet, preparing to change into regular clothes before he realized that Blaine would figure out he had changed just for him.
Instead, he just changed his pajama shirt to a dark blue T-shirt that would help bring out the color of his eyes. It will have to do.
As he quietly tip-toed down the stairs, he patted his hair down while simultaneously messing with it to give it volume.
He stopped at the side door to take a deep breath before opening it. Please say you came here to profess your love. It would make my year, okay, Blaine? But you're not going to, because you're a douche, and I love you.
Blaine barged in, quietly swearing about how cold it was outside.
As he walked passed Kurt and into the kitchen, Kurt caught a whiff of what Blaine had been smoking and stared at him in disbelief.
"Blaine, you never replied to my text. A-Are you high right now?"
Blaine smiled back at him, almost walking into Kurt as he went to hug him, "No, not really anymore... God! I missed you so much. I'm sorry."
Kurt froze into the hug, and if it weren't for feeling cranky from being woken up or for Blaine being high, he probably would have melted right then and there.
"Who brought marijuana to the party? Jesus, Blaine. You smell like a skunk."
Blaine laughed, still holding onto Kurt, "No, it was great but also terrifying. Yes, sir. Oh my god, do you have pizza? Please say yes."
At Blaine's continued insistence, Kurt made him pizza rolls and said something about Carole usually just buying them for Finn and his friends, but Kurt would "let [Blaine] have them because they are 'high food.'"
While waiting for the pizza rolls to bake, Blaine had an over-whelming urge to be close to Kurt, be touching Kurt, be--well, be doing things he couldn't do to Kurt without his permission first. So, he settled for tightly hugging the taller boy once more.
He comes to my house at one in the morning, high, and keeps hugging me?
"Blaine, why did you come over? Did the party really suck that much?"
Blaine just smiled lazily, pressing his cheek up against Kurt's. "You're the greatest person ever, Kurt."
Oh, god. Kurt could feel his stomach doing that obnoxious flip-flopping thing that it always did around Blaine, but this time it was intensified even more. Please, stop leading me on, really.
Kurt sighed heavily, mostly just to be able to inhale all the air he had been forgetting to breath in since Blaine got there, "And why would you think that?"
Blaine was still high, but he was very much aware that he was still high. He was also very much aware that his confidence had sky-rocketed because of it, and he had no intentions of hiding his feelings any longer. Kurt deserved to know.
He pulled back from the hug and slid his hand down Kurt's arm, gently grabbing onto Kurt's hand in the process. He liked the way Kurt's body melted and stiffened at the same time. The idea of them being even closer than how they were in this exact moment was intoxicating. How many more ways would Blaine be able to make Kurt respond to his touches?
He bit his lip, looking at Kurt with large brown eyes, "Because it's the absolute truth."
Now, he felt himself getting nervous, but he didn't want to pause to say something he'd later regret.
"Oh! Hey, guess what? Nick and Jeff are totally gay for each other, isn't that interesting? It was really great to watch."
Okay, the NEXT thing he said would be something he wouldn't later regret.
Telling Kurt quickly about his night made Blaine even more excited, and so he had no choice but to step away from him to explain everything from Wes being drunk to smoking to Adrian driving him over.
Then Blaine finally remembered he had a mission to complete.
Kurt listened intently to Blaine's rationalizing on why he couldn't have been with Kurt as soon as he had met him and also how he'd been afraid to be vulnerable. He explained how now he knew he really liked Kurt and shouldn't be holding back his feelings just because it's a scary thing to get close to someone.
"It's not every day that your really attractive best friend actually wants to be with you but has never had a boyfriend before and neither have you. I didn't want to mess it up, like I said before. But now, I'm ready."
"To mess it up?" Kurt jokingly said, without forgetting to realize how fast his heart was beating and how noticeably Blaine's hand was now resting on Kurt's side. Holy. Fuck.
Blaine laughed quietly, letting his hand fall from Kurt's side, "Hell yeah! I'm ready to fuck up so hard. Let's see where it takes us though, shall we? I think we can work out whatever dumb shenanigans I'm going to get into. I promise I won't get high again either."
Kurt told him he could, as long as he would be safe and do it with a trusted friend, but Blaine just said he didn't want to lose anymore brain cells or feel like he was levitating ever again.
"Alright," Kurt laughed, leaning against the fridge.
"Hey, can I sleep over? I promise I'll be out before your dad wakes up."
Kurt bit his lip, worried that he would actually have a heart attack before morning.
"...Alright."
After Blaine scarfed down the pizza rolls, they walked quietly up to Kurt's room and slipped into Kurt's bed to go to sleep.
The only problem was, Blaine was wide awake and had no intentions of just falling asleep how they had after Rachel's party.
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine whispered softly, leaning closer to Kurt in the bed, "Not that I want to condone the act of doing drugs in order to tell someone that you like him, but uh..."
Kurt looked at him hesitantly in the dark, feeling his heart temporarily implode as he anxiously waited for him to finish his sentence.
"I've thought about kissing you for months now, may I?"
Kurt's breath hitched, but he just nodded slowly, feeling his eyes close as Blaine's lips gently pressed themselves against his own.
He re-applied his lips to Blaine's after his brain had time to process what had happened, and soon Blaine realized that he felt awkward only letting his lips have all the fun.
His voice was suddenly deeper, yet maintained its softness from before.
"Is it alright if..." Blaine slid his hand under Kurt's shirt, feeling how real and warm Kurt's skin was, "... If I do this?"
Kurt nodded, his breath slowly becoming more shallow. He gently grabbed Blaine's wrist, guiding the hand over his torso, causing the other boy to look over at him in surprise. "Are you sure, Kurt? I'm fine with just kissing, really."
Kurt shook his head, quickly lifting his own shirt over his head, staring back at Blaine to get confirmation that this was alright.
"I don't like sleeping with my shirt on anyway."
Without thinking, Blaine scooted down the bed and bent his head down to kiss along Kurt's waistline, causing the other boy to whimper and buck his hips slightly.
Was this really what they wanted? Not having previously spent more than two minutes kissing each other and they were already willing to go farther? Yes.
"Kurt, maybe we should just make-out more," Blaine said hesitantly, his head still resting near Kurt's hip bone.
Kurt nodded, sitting up and pulling Blaine into a deep kiss.
Blaine couldn't recall any time when he thought that the first time he would be kissing Kurt would be in his bed. This was happening quicker than he'd ever expected it to, but maybe that was on account of him not considering that Kurt would be as anxious as he was.
In fact, Kurt had probably spent many more hours thinking about kissing him--thinking about many things that involved Blaine in his bed.
Blaine moaned softly into the kiss, anxiously wrapping one of Kurt's bent legs around his waist, scooting himself nearer to him to close the gap between them.
Kurt hesitantly wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, continuing to kiss him, unsure of what else the other boy would want him to do.
Blaine wasn't sure why this was, however; they both knew that Kurt pathetically had more experience than Blaine had, but Kurt was still looking for Blaine to direct their bed endeavors.
Kurt just laid down on the bed, his legs still wrapped around Blaine's waist, awkwardly looking up at Blaine, waiting for him to get on top of him. So, Blaine did.
"Wait! Blaine, wait," Kurt said, sounding frustrated and nervous.
Blaine moved to get off him, but Kurt just held his legs around him tighter, "No. Wait. Don't do that either yet."
Blaine moved his palms to rest on either side of Kurt's head, looking down at him, feeling a little confused. "What's wrong?"
Kurt wouldn't miss the chance to lightly scratch the back of Blaine's neck even if Blaine was going to hate him for making him stop. He leaned up to quickly kiss him on the lips before continuing to speak. "This isn't right. You haven't even asked me out yet."
"What? I'm supposed to ask?"
Kurt glared at him, releasing his legs from Blaine's waist, but Blaine stayed on top of him regardless.
He sighed, "Okay, alright, I agree. But haven't I made it clear now that I like you?"
"But do you really like me, or are you just high and saying that?"
Blaine glared, moving to get off Kurt, but Kurt tugged him back by the shirt to keep him in place. "No, we'll continue this as soon as I hear what I want to hear, I've been sexually repressed for months. But first, do you really like me? I don't feel like you're being sincere."
"Yes. Why is that so hard to believe? You want to know why I think you're the greatest person ever? Because you're everything, Kurt. Everything that I want. I'm sorry that it took me until right now to say it."
"Um, wow, I've waited a long time to hear you say that... But you're still high and your mouth tastes like pot and pizza rolls."
Blaine's eyes widened, feeling like Kurt was rejecting him even though he was smiling. "W-What does that have to do with me liking you?"
"Those are things you should also be sorry for."
When Blaine didn't realize Kurt was half-kidding (but really, Kurt was going to monitor what Blaine ate before he ever kissed him from now on), he decided to clarify.
"Don't take it too seriously, I'm only joking. Really, I'm very thrilled that you've grown balls, but Blaine, I've waited months for this. And in all honesty, I didn't prepare for any of this to happen this way, and I want to have time to think everything over. Is that okay?"
Blaine smiled, keeping his face close to Kurt's even though he was now a little embarrassed about kissing him when apparently his mouth tasted like shit. "That's more than okay. I don't even know what I was trying to do. Just at the party, I kept thinking about you, and..." He bit his lip and looked at Kurt who was waiting in anticipation for him to finish his sentence.
Blaine pressed himself down on Kurt, and without thinking, he started grinding against him, causing the boy below him to moan softly. "W-Wait, you need to stop..."
He just smirked and leaned down to kiss Kurt's neck until he felt strong hands pushing him back, forcing him off of Kurt. "BLAINE!"
Both of their eyes widened as they waited for Burt to come rushing into the room with a crowbar. Luckily, nothing happened.
"I'm sorry! I'm high! I just really want to touch you!" Blaine complained quietly.
"You are not high anymore! You're just a perv! What the hell? Why couldn't you have been this way like last month?" Kurt hiss-whispered back.
"Because I'm scared to love you!" Blaine said, eyes widening as he sat up straight to look at Kurt.
Kurt bit his lip, leaning against the headboard of his bed. "Jesus, Blaine. Why do I even like you? I want to ravish you and yell at you at the same time. This isn't fair."
"You're never fair."
"No, you aren't, Blaine." Kurt laughed quietly, "Come here and kiss me. We need to practice."
"Don't you want me to ask you out first?"
"It's too late for that, we've already kissed."
"No, it's not! I want to ask you out."
"Okay, well, do it tomorrow in a creative way, but no singing. Don't you dare sing your feelings, Blaine Anderson, I will murder you."
"Then you won't ever get to have sex with me."
"Shut up, yes I will. You want me more than I want you right now."
"Okay, fine. But hey, I have to leave your house in four hours now. Can we get some sleep? I need to think about how I'm going to ask you out."
"Not until I get a good night kiss, Mr. Anderson."
"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson is my father's na--"
Kurt interrupted Blaine's lame come back with his lips, and this time, neither boy said a thing until they went to sleep.
Kurt was finally getting the chance to map out the lines of Blaine's face, and Blaine was getting to smile over Kurt's smiling.
Blaine would make sure that from now on, whenever he wanted to laugh, he would laugh.
Whenever he wanted to sing, he would sing.
Whenever he wanted to kiss, he would just lean over to the smiling boy next to him, not hesitating for one moment to kiss him back.
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Just a little longish something I wanted to write before "Sexy" airs. I apologize for not making them have more sexy-time. Maybe next time?
Rating: R
Spoilers: BIOTA references
Warnings: explicit drug use, an OC to get the ball rolling, dirty talk, swearing, light sexy-time(?)
Word Count: 6,373
Summary: Blaine really wants to let loose, so he goes to a party at a Warbler's house and ends up getting high. He has many thoughts, many to do with Kurt. Later in the night he decides to act on these thoughts.
A/N: As always, I apologize for my sense of humor. If you do not want to read a story about Blaine smoking marijuana, then I suggest you do not read this. Also, the title "creatively" comes from this song.
It was the first warm day of the winter, a record 53 degrees Fahrenheit for this day in February. The only problem was, as Kurt and Blaine walked across the street to get to the Lima Bean, it started to rain.
"It's supposed to be the nicest day of the year so far! Why is it raining? Come on, Blaine, hurry, I don't want to get wet."
Blaine followed Kurt into the coffee shop, ordered their usual, and then sat across from Kurt near a window to finally relax from the long day of Warblering that they had.
"That was the longest rehearsal ever, I think," Blaine sighed, sticking a straw in his drink to sip it without burning his tongue.
"Yeah, probably because Wes knows how 'crazy' everyone will get tonight. Are you really going to the party? I feel like I'd rather spend time reading bible verses or something than go to that."
Blaine rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat to look at Kurt who sat across from him in the comfortable lounging chairs. "Nah, Jeff is cool. I'm surprised it's not at David's house, but apparently Jeff's parents are in Key West, so that's why they're having it there. You should come, you are one of us, Kurt."
Kurt glanced at his friend for a moment before staring out the window at the rain that had started to sprinkle the sidewalk. "Yeah, but I told Mercedes I'd spend the night over her house. She says Rachel and I need to make-up."
Blaine bit his lip, suddenly very interested in reading the label on his cup instead of looking up at Kurt. "Yeah, sorry about that."
Kurt crossed his legs and looked over at him. "No, you don't need to feel that sorry. I think there will be plenty of things we'll do that the other will disapprove of. You had a right to be curious."
Wanting to change the subject from Rachel, Blaine just stared at Kurt curiously, "What sorts of things have I done so far that you disapprove of?"
He mostly meant it to be a playful way to joke around with him, but Kurt pondered the question.
"You're a lot different from the guy I met on the stairway."
When Blaine looked displeased and a little confused with Kurt's response, Kurt decided to elaborate. "I mean, I like both of those guys, but you do realize that you act differently around school than you do with just me, right?"
Blaine shrugged, sipping his drink again, "Doesn't everybody act different around other people? I wouldn't talk to the president the same way I'd talk to you, does that mean I'm pretending to be someone I'm not?"
Kurt leaned forward, surprisingly never breaking his stare from him.
Blaine didn't like when Kurt stared at him like that, the look of confrontation easily intimidating him every time. Usually when Kurt had a personal story to tell, his cheeks would turn a frustrated shade of red and his forehead would display all the tension and emotion he was feeling.
Right now, Kurt just stared. Blaine understood this as the expression of definite truth--Kurt's honest opinion.
"No, but the Warblers aren't the president. I don't have a problem with you wanting to calm yourself down and seem respectful, but you shouldn't wear a mask, Blaine."
"What mask, Kurt? I know you have this thing against me going from 'expressive performer' to 'Dalton scholar,' but I'm both of those people. It's not an act."
Annoyed, Kurt rested his hand on the armrest of Blaine's chair to grab the other boy's attention better. "No, Blaine, I have no problem with that, I understand what it means to perform and then to have to sit out of the spotlight. What I don't like to see is you afraid to have people not like you. You want to know what I think? I think you should laugh when you want to laugh; you should sing when you feel like singing; you should kiss when you damn well feel like kissing."
The last word left both boys feeling slightly uncomfortable, but Kurt didn't seem like he meant to say it to relate his own feelings regarding Blaine. He just wanted him to be comfortable in his own skin.
It reminded Blaine of the way he felt for Kurt when they first met.
Kurt was that cute boy that came out of nowhere and smiled at Blaine as he sang--One of Blaine's favorite fantasies come true.
Kurt was that cute boy that had issues at his school and didn't have anyone to turn to--Well, cool, Blaine knew he'd be a good friend. He'd experienced something very similar, he had thought.
He wanted to give this boy the advice he had wanted to give himself:
Don't let them break you.
But Kurt was that cute boy that didn't know he was cute. He was the boy that knew he deserved to be happy and to be happy with someone, but he was also a boy that couldn't actually believe he deserved better.
And that was a problem for Blaine, because he himself was very impulsive sometimes, and he knew how secretly insecure and vulnerable he would feel opening up to someone as real as Kurt.
So, Blaine went looking for random GAP boys to fill his loneliness while he practiced being a good friend to someone he knew he'd end up falling for.
There was a lot of things Blaine liked, even maybe loved, about Kurt.
The first reason was his smile, the second was the things that made him smile.
Kurt was usually raising his eyebrows at someone or had that permanent frown on his face, but whenever Blaine came around, Blaine could have sworn the only face Kurt knew how to make was a playful smile.
Blaine knew that Kurt had a specific smile designed just for Blaine--just for Potentials.
And the look in Kurt's eyes were always telling a different story, but somehow they would always lead to the same ending:
"Can't you feel what I'm feeling for you?"
And before he replied to Kurt, he thought of all these memories and all these thoughts that he had delicately filed under his mind's "Kurt" folder, but none of them would do any good right now in explaining why Blaine felt like he had to hide himself.
"I just don't know who I am yet, Kurt. I'm sorry."
It was time to leave before the rain started pouring, and of course, Kurt had to wait until they were out the door to give his final reply to Blaine.
Just in case either of them felt like running.
"Everyone will love you when you show them who you are. I did."
How could Blaine give him a reply that wouldn't break him or make himself feel too vulnerable?
Now's not the time.
"I hope you're right about that."
----
A few hours later...
This wasn't the first Warbler party Blaine had been to, but he wasn't sure how many more he'd want to go to after this one.
Usually they ended up being late-hour rehearsals, or people stopped playing games to go to sleep early or to study for tests. Blaine hoped this one would actually give him the chance to get to know the guys that he sang with almost every day.
What he didn't anticipate was to have a drunken Wes open Jeff's front door at 8 o'clock as soon as Blaine had knocked.
"Hellllooooo, Blaine! Welcommme to Jeff's house! I'm the door guy this evening."
Blaine stared at him in disbelief. He was never sure how to act around Wes, let alone a drunken Wes. "Hey, Wes, are you having a good time?"
Wes' eyes widened as he nodded, practically shoving Blaine into the living room where a bunch of the guys were drinking and laughing around the couches.
Jeff's house was nice, but not as fancy as some of the other Dalton student houses Blaine had been to. There was an element of home, to say the least, with family pictures hanging on the walls and a piano in the corner by the entrance to the kitchen.
Blaine remembered Jeff saying something once about his mom being a "hippie piano teacher" when she wasn't busy going to sophisticated wine parties with Jeff's dad.
Blaine wasn't sure that the word "hippie" fit in with the rest of her description, but he was in no position to critique other people's lifestyles.
It was awkward for Blaine to just sit on the couches, watching the other guys get drunk. Plenty of the Warblers asked him countless times if he wanted a drink, but Blaine had decided to swear off drinking for at least a month because of what had happened at Rachel's party. He just didn't need that kind of drama happening with Kurt right now.
Some of the guys had their girlfriends with them, and it made Blaine feel like he'd been transported into a typical Hollywood teen film where the high school kids get drunk and have unprotected sex on the couches. Yikes.
When he got up to go find some people he could actually talk with, he saw Jeff, Nick, David, and Adrian, some musician stoner kid that Blaine had seen around Dalton, go into Jeff's garage.
Blaine wondered why they were going out into the garage, and because he felt like he knew them better than most of the other Warblers, minus Adrian, he decided after a few minutes that it'd be okay if he followed them.
Jeff's garage was heavily lacking in cars. It was more of a hang-out area, with a TV and an XBOX set up around a couch. The entire garage floor was covered in red carpeting.
Sitting in a circle, Blaine saw Jeff lighting what he knew was a small glass bowl used to smoke tobacco in.
Or other substances.
"Oh, hey, Blaine. Wanna get in?" Jeff asked, blowing out smoke, his eyes slightly glossed over and red.
"Are you guys smoking weed?" Blaine stood by the door, not sure if he was interrupting something important.
"Yes, would you like to join us?" Nick asked, taking the bowl from Jeff's hands.
"Um, actually, uh--"
David smiled understandingly at him, sitting a little farther out of the circle than the other three. "I've never smoked either since I actually like my lungs, but it's better than watching the guys in there make-out with their girlfriends."
Blaine nodded as he came over to the circle, glancing at the medium-length haired boy named Adrian that was the only one not in the Warblers. He was known pretty well around Dalton as being the hipster-stoner kid that sold caffeine pills and other drugs that Blaine didn't know the names of. It was a shame that the older boy was shady, Blaine thought, because Adrian was actually quite good-looking.
"I tried it with my cousin before, but it didn't work. It tastes nasty, too."
Adrian smirked with large brown eyes, holding the bowl out to Blaine. "Second time's a charm, dude."
Blaine took the bowl and the lighter that Adrian handed him, staring down at the illegal substance in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Why were they smoking anyway? They were singers, and weren't these guys all about setting good examples and getting good grades? Blaine knew that this drug wasn't really good for either of those factors.
"I'm not sure if I should, though."
"Are you sleeping over?"
"Yeah."
"Then go for it. I'm smoking you out for free since you've never been high before."
Blaine nodded his thanks and put his lips around the small hole of the bowl, inhaling the smoke that immediately squeezed his lungs as soon as it entered them.
He handed the bowl over to Jeff as his coughing fit lasted about a minute, the boys in the circle laughing at him in the process.
"Dude, you can't inhale it that quickly, just here, try again," Adrian insisted.
"No, I-I think I'm good, thanks."
"Are you sure? You don't want to let loose? It's good shit."
Letting loose, Blaine thought. See, Kurt? Look at what my life choices are right now because of you.
The guys let Blaine take four more hits before they took the device away from him, waiting a couple minutes for the drug to kick in.
----
It was different than how Blaine expected it to be. In the movies, he'd always seen people acting out of control and laughing in that obnoxious way that was deemed "the pot laugh."
He didn't want to be like that.
But as he listened to Nick and David heavily discuss the stars and planets, he started to really feel everything they were saying.
And then when he tried to add to their conversation:
"OO eys... ...Ooo--Ahh--Guyyys..Youuu guys..." Oh my god, what the fuck? Why can't I talk?
They all watched Blaine in amusement, laughing at his attempt to speak.
"What was that, Blaine?" Nick smirked, eyes slightly red.
"Dude, you are so high... It's adorable," Adrian said, handing Blaine the bowl again.
Blaine just laughed and shoved it away as best he could, leaning on the other boy for support as his entire body felt like it would soon start levitating off the ground.
"I can't--I can't feel my arms!"
The room busted out laughing, even Blaine, and then he just couldn't. stop. laughing.
"Blaine, okay, chill. Are you really that high?" Jeff asked, smiling at the younger Warbler member that was latching onto the carpet for dear life.
"I don't--This is...so not...Good..."
Adrian smiled, wrapping an arm around Blaine, "Because this is your first real high, it's going to be insanely awesome. You'll get used to it. Good thing you're sleeping over, eh?"
Blaine shook his head violently, more than he would have normally liked to, but right now any sudden movement made him feel like he was having involuntarily spasms.
"My fingers are spiders. I can't--No. Why is this happening?" He laughed hysterically but was actually terrified. How could people do this on a daily basis? This was horrifying.
Adrian and Nick made Blaine lie down on the couch that was conveniently placed up against the wall by the entrance to the house. "Just relax, you're going to be fine."
Blaine wanted to close his eyes, but having them open ensured him that he couldn't float to the top of the ceiling. He sat up on the couch, putting a pillow on his lap as he watched the four other guys sit and talk around the circle.
His eyelids felt heavy, and as he watched David leave the garage to go check on a drunken Wes inside, he couldn't help but notice the picked-up flirtation between Nick and Jeff.
I knew it, Blaine thought, his small smile quickly turning into a grin all on its own. He watched as Adrian started smoking his own bowl, liking how the light-brown haired boy's cheeks hollowed as he inhaled the smoke.
You know who else's cheeks would look cool like that? Fucking Kurt's.
Adrian turned his head over to Blaine laughing, "What did you just say?"
"Oh shit, he heard me."
"Yeah, and I still hear you now..."
Blaine laughed, dropping his head into his lap with embarrassment. Why was his mind betraying him like this? He had to make sure he didn't say anything stupid, especially in front of David, even if he just left to take care of the drunkest Wes in history. ("The last time a Warbler got this drunk was in 1972 when..." Blaine could hear Wes saying.)
He definitely wouldn't be getting another solo any time soon from how he just acted.
However, maybe Blaine needed to actually let loose for once. These guys were supposed to be his friends, right? Sort of.
Blaine loved Nick, and he loved Jeff, and oh god, he loved, loved David now. He couldn't believe how much love he felt for all these guys, it was over-whelming him, and Kurt. Blaine definitely thought more highly of Kurt than all the rest.
He was relaxed for the first time in a long time. He felt like he was melting into the couch, also feeling a tingle in his feet.
Blaine watched Nick smile over at a laughing Jeff the same way Blaine had seen Kurt look over at him before. Why didn't Blaine ever let Kurt see that same look back?
"Nickifer, why must I do this to myself?" Blaine slid off the couch and crawled over to the circle where Nick and Jeff were now sitting closer together and Adrian had propped up against the wall near them.
"Do what to yourself, Blaine?" He smirked back, giving Jeff an amused look over Blaine being high.
"I think I really like Kurt, and I'mma 'fraid to tell him. I'm so so afraid to tell him. Help."
Jeff commented before Nick could, "Aw, do you really, Blaine? That's so awesome! We're all rooting for you guys. Tell him how he makes you feel, he may just reciprocate yo' true feelin's."
Blaine giggled, feeling his eyes grow heavier the more he laughed. Maybe Jeff was right.
Blaine took his phone out, preparing to text Kurt the best text ever texted. It would rock Kurt's world, this text.
"What are you doing?" Adrian asked flatly, watching Blaine click on his contact list.
Blaine didn't look up from his phone, "I'm going to text my true feelings to Kurt. Then he'll know how much I like him! Ha ha!"
"No, you're not." Adrian sighed, getting up from his spot and pulling Blaine to the couch with him, Jeff and Nick talking quietly in the circle still.
----
Blaine was surprised how easily he was able to talk to Adrian. He told him about the first time he met Kurt all the way up until their last meeting at the Lima Bean.
"And that is why I am a douche-bag."
Adrian nodded slowly, thinking over all of Blaine's ramble. "If you're going to text him, let me see it before you do, so I can fix it if it's bad."
Blaine nodded and went back to pulling Kurt's name up on his phone. After a few moments, he passed his phone over to the other boy for inspection:
Kurt you are the greatest person ever.
Adrian smirked a little and nodded his approval. Blaine waited for Kurt to text him back and burst out laughing when he replied.
Blaine, are you drunk?
nope lol
Then why am I the greatest person ever?
Because you make me happy. Are you at Mnerecdecs?
No, I went home, because Rachel was talking too much about Finn. Why?
This was it, Blaine thought. He just needed a driver.
Blaine looked over at Adrian who was too busy staring at Jeff and Nick making-out on the floor.
Nick's hair flopped in front of his face as he lifted his own shirt off, pulling at Jeff's shirt as he did. They got up from the floor and headed over to a couch that was on the opposite side of the garage, Jeff falling on top of Nick.
On a normal day, Blaine would have felt extremely perverted watching the two Warblers getting it on so unexpectedly in Jeff's garage, but if Adrian could watch them, so could Blaine.
Blaine felt good.
He needed to get to Kurt. He needed Kurt like holy shit.
Even though the heat was blasting in Jeff's garage, Blaine's body shook and he shivered, hunching over slightly. "He's so hot. So hot, fuck, so hot. I want him to fuck, hot, me. Like it would be so cool, like I feel like right now I could orgasm. Everywhere. Right now. His pants would be so tight right there, and he'd be warm and fuck. I want him to suck me off, I think about it all the god damn time. FUCK."
"Dude, what? That's hot. What'd Kurt say?" Adrian asked.
"Everything. Shit, I'm terrible. Don't..." Blaine's mouth got tired of moving, so he just let it hang open and let himself zone-out.
Blaine knew he wouldn't have any more laughing fits this night, but he still felt extremely relaxed and his eyelids were heavy. The music, boys kissing in front of him, and the hot boy sitting next to him did nothing to help his body relax on the inside.
"Oh my god, can I play that? Is that your guitar? Let me play it for you. I wanna try, please, can I?"
Adrian laughed as he watched Blaine stumble off the couch, grabbing the acoustic guitar that was leaning against the wall, and plopping back down on the couch. "This feels so awesome, I feel so awesome right now. Watch me, I'm great."
Blaine strummed the guitar with all of his fingers, hearing the sloppy open-ended chord vibrate in his ears. "Oh my god, that sounds so amazing, do you hear it?"
Eventually, Adrian took the guitar from Blaine and finger-picked a song that Blaine kept trying to guess the name of.
The song was so sweet and simple, and Blaine felt like Adrian had just written it for tonight so Blaine could relate the song back to Kurt.
"I think I'm in love," Blaine said, feeling himself grow increasingly aware of his surroundings, the high wearing off slowly.
Adrian sighed, "Are you where you think you should be right now?"
Blaine shook his head, "No, are you good to drive me somewhere?"
----
As Adrian's car pulled up to the side of Kurt's house, he turned his lights off to stare at Blaine in the dark. "You know, if you really like him, you have to let him know now."
They'd spent twenty minutes on the ride to Kurt's house, Blaine mostly rambling about how Kurt thought Blaine had a "mask" and how pretty Blaine thought Kurt was.
Blaine nodded, smiling over at Adrian, "Thanks for driving me, I owe you."
Adrian shook his head, staring out at the street lamps that poorly lit the subdivision. "Nah, helping to progress love is worthy of a twenty-minute drive. Just find me in school on Monday and tell me how tonight goes, alright? I expect sexy stories."
Blaine laughed, leaning over to give Adrian a small hug before stepping out of the car, "Any advice?"
Adrian shrugged in his seat, "I wouldn't tell him that you've spent half the night blown out of your mind. He needs to trust what you're saying, even though you'll probably be more honest with him now than you would normally be. Good luck, Blaine."
Blaine nodded and saluted Adrian goodbye after he shut the car door, watching the older boy drive off.
He was a nice kid, Blaine thought. Maybe he'd eventually lay off all the drugs and get a hair-cut, then he'd be even more appealing-looking.
He crept around to the side of Kurt's house, feeling like he was on the most secret mission to not get caught by anyone. Especially not Burt Hummel.
Forgetting that cellphones existed, Blaine bent down to clump some snow in his hand and then threw it up at Kurt's window.
He waited a minute and then tried again, knowing that this second time would wake Kurt up, since he was probably the lightest sleeper that Blaine knew.
----
Kurt was having a dream about Blaine kissing him. He wasn't sure where they were or what the mood of the dream was, but Blaine was just kissing him and Kurt was kissing back. It was an awesome dream, basically.
That is, until Kurt heard a freaking rock hit his window, which actually just turned out to be a hard snowball.
Kurt moved over to the window curiously, opening the curtain to see none other than Blaine standing down in the snow.
This is still a dream. "Blaine? What the hell are you doing here? It's one in the morning!" Kurt whisper-shouted.
Blaine told Kurt to just let him in, saying he'd go to the side door by the Hudmel kitchen.
Kurt quickly ran to his closet, preparing to change into regular clothes before he realized that Blaine would figure out he had changed just for him.
Instead, he just changed his pajama shirt to a dark blue T-shirt that would help bring out the color of his eyes. It will have to do.
As he quietly tip-toed down the stairs, he patted his hair down while simultaneously messing with it to give it volume.
He stopped at the side door to take a deep breath before opening it. Please say you came here to profess your love. It would make my year, okay, Blaine? But you're not going to, because you're a douche, and I love you.
Blaine barged in, quietly swearing about how cold it was outside.
As he walked passed Kurt and into the kitchen, Kurt caught a whiff of what Blaine had been smoking and stared at him in disbelief.
"Blaine, you never replied to my text. A-Are you high right now?"
Blaine smiled back at him, almost walking into Kurt as he went to hug him, "No, not really anymore... God! I missed you so much. I'm sorry."
Kurt froze into the hug, and if it weren't for feeling cranky from being woken up or for Blaine being high, he probably would have melted right then and there.
"Who brought marijuana to the party? Jesus, Blaine. You smell like a skunk."
Blaine laughed, still holding onto Kurt, "No, it was great but also terrifying. Yes, sir. Oh my god, do you have pizza? Please say yes."
At Blaine's continued insistence, Kurt made him pizza rolls and said something about Carole usually just buying them for Finn and his friends, but Kurt would "let [Blaine] have them because they are 'high food.'"
While waiting for the pizza rolls to bake, Blaine had an over-whelming urge to be close to Kurt, be touching Kurt, be--well, be doing things he couldn't do to Kurt without his permission first. So, he settled for tightly hugging the taller boy once more.
He comes to my house at one in the morning, high, and keeps hugging me?
"Blaine, why did you come over? Did the party really suck that much?"
Blaine just smiled lazily, pressing his cheek up against Kurt's. "You're the greatest person ever, Kurt."
Oh, god. Kurt could feel his stomach doing that obnoxious flip-flopping thing that it always did around Blaine, but this time it was intensified even more. Please, stop leading me on, really.
Kurt sighed heavily, mostly just to be able to inhale all the air he had been forgetting to breath in since Blaine got there, "And why would you think that?"
Blaine was still high, but he was very much aware that he was still high. He was also very much aware that his confidence had sky-rocketed because of it, and he had no intentions of hiding his feelings any longer. Kurt deserved to know.
He pulled back from the hug and slid his hand down Kurt's arm, gently grabbing onto Kurt's hand in the process. He liked the way Kurt's body melted and stiffened at the same time. The idea of them being even closer than how they were in this exact moment was intoxicating. How many more ways would Blaine be able to make Kurt respond to his touches?
He bit his lip, looking at Kurt with large brown eyes, "Because it's the absolute truth."
Now, he felt himself getting nervous, but he didn't want to pause to say something he'd later regret.
"Oh! Hey, guess what? Nick and Jeff are totally gay for each other, isn't that interesting? It was really great to watch."
Okay, the NEXT thing he said would be something he wouldn't later regret.
Telling Kurt quickly about his night made Blaine even more excited, and so he had no choice but to step away from him to explain everything from Wes being drunk to smoking to Adrian driving him over.
Then Blaine finally remembered he had a mission to complete.
Kurt listened intently to Blaine's rationalizing on why he couldn't have been with Kurt as soon as he had met him and also how he'd been afraid to be vulnerable. He explained how now he knew he really liked Kurt and shouldn't be holding back his feelings just because it's a scary thing to get close to someone.
"It's not every day that your really attractive best friend actually wants to be with you but has never had a boyfriend before and neither have you. I didn't want to mess it up, like I said before. But now, I'm ready."
"To mess it up?" Kurt jokingly said, without forgetting to realize how fast his heart was beating and how noticeably Blaine's hand was now resting on Kurt's side. Holy. Fuck.
Blaine laughed quietly, letting his hand fall from Kurt's side, "Hell yeah! I'm ready to fuck up so hard. Let's see where it takes us though, shall we? I think we can work out whatever dumb shenanigans I'm going to get into. I promise I won't get high again either."
Kurt told him he could, as long as he would be safe and do it with a trusted friend, but Blaine just said he didn't want to lose anymore brain cells or feel like he was levitating ever again.
"Alright," Kurt laughed, leaning against the fridge.
"Hey, can I sleep over? I promise I'll be out before your dad wakes up."
Kurt bit his lip, worried that he would actually have a heart attack before morning.
"...Alright."
After Blaine scarfed down the pizza rolls, they walked quietly up to Kurt's room and slipped into Kurt's bed to go to sleep.
The only problem was, Blaine was wide awake and had no intentions of just falling asleep how they had after Rachel's party.
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine whispered softly, leaning closer to Kurt in the bed, "Not that I want to condone the act of doing drugs in order to tell someone that you like him, but uh..."
Kurt looked at him hesitantly in the dark, feeling his heart temporarily implode as he anxiously waited for him to finish his sentence.
"I've thought about kissing you for months now, may I?"
Kurt's breath hitched, but he just nodded slowly, feeling his eyes close as Blaine's lips gently pressed themselves against his own.
He re-applied his lips to Blaine's after his brain had time to process what had happened, and soon Blaine realized that he felt awkward only letting his lips have all the fun.
His voice was suddenly deeper, yet maintained its softness from before.
"Is it alright if..." Blaine slid his hand under Kurt's shirt, feeling how real and warm Kurt's skin was, "... If I do this?"
Kurt nodded, his breath slowly becoming more shallow. He gently grabbed Blaine's wrist, guiding the hand over his torso, causing the other boy to look over at him in surprise. "Are you sure, Kurt? I'm fine with just kissing, really."
Kurt shook his head, quickly lifting his own shirt over his head, staring back at Blaine to get confirmation that this was alright.
"I don't like sleeping with my shirt on anyway."
Without thinking, Blaine scooted down the bed and bent his head down to kiss along Kurt's waistline, causing the other boy to whimper and buck his hips slightly.
Was this really what they wanted? Not having previously spent more than two minutes kissing each other and they were already willing to go farther? Yes.
"Kurt, maybe we should just make-out more," Blaine said hesitantly, his head still resting near Kurt's hip bone.
Kurt nodded, sitting up and pulling Blaine into a deep kiss.
Blaine couldn't recall any time when he thought that the first time he would be kissing Kurt would be in his bed. This was happening quicker than he'd ever expected it to, but maybe that was on account of him not considering that Kurt would be as anxious as he was.
In fact, Kurt had probably spent many more hours thinking about kissing him--thinking about many things that involved Blaine in his bed.
Blaine moaned softly into the kiss, anxiously wrapping one of Kurt's bent legs around his waist, scooting himself nearer to him to close the gap between them.
Kurt hesitantly wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, continuing to kiss him, unsure of what else the other boy would want him to do.
Blaine wasn't sure why this was, however; they both knew that Kurt pathetically had more experience than Blaine had, but Kurt was still looking for Blaine to direct their bed endeavors.
Kurt just laid down on the bed, his legs still wrapped around Blaine's waist, awkwardly looking up at Blaine, waiting for him to get on top of him. So, Blaine did.
"Wait! Blaine, wait," Kurt said, sounding frustrated and nervous.
Blaine moved to get off him, but Kurt just held his legs around him tighter, "No. Wait. Don't do that either yet."
Blaine moved his palms to rest on either side of Kurt's head, looking down at him, feeling a little confused. "What's wrong?"
Kurt wouldn't miss the chance to lightly scratch the back of Blaine's neck even if Blaine was going to hate him for making him stop. He leaned up to quickly kiss him on the lips before continuing to speak. "This isn't right. You haven't even asked me out yet."
"What? I'm supposed to ask?"
Kurt glared at him, releasing his legs from Blaine's waist, but Blaine stayed on top of him regardless.
He sighed, "Okay, alright, I agree. But haven't I made it clear now that I like you?"
"But do you really like me, or are you just high and saying that?"
Blaine glared, moving to get off Kurt, but Kurt tugged him back by the shirt to keep him in place. "No, we'll continue this as soon as I hear what I want to hear, I've been sexually repressed for months. But first, do you really like me? I don't feel like you're being sincere."
"Yes. Why is that so hard to believe? You want to know why I think you're the greatest person ever? Because you're everything, Kurt. Everything that I want. I'm sorry that it took me until right now to say it."
"Um, wow, I've waited a long time to hear you say that... But you're still high and your mouth tastes like pot and pizza rolls."
Blaine's eyes widened, feeling like Kurt was rejecting him even though he was smiling. "W-What does that have to do with me liking you?"
"Those are things you should also be sorry for."
When Blaine didn't realize Kurt was half-kidding (but really, Kurt was going to monitor what Blaine ate before he ever kissed him from now on), he decided to clarify.
"Don't take it too seriously, I'm only joking. Really, I'm very thrilled that you've grown balls, but Blaine, I've waited months for this. And in all honesty, I didn't prepare for any of this to happen this way, and I want to have time to think everything over. Is that okay?"
Blaine smiled, keeping his face close to Kurt's even though he was now a little embarrassed about kissing him when apparently his mouth tasted like shit. "That's more than okay. I don't even know what I was trying to do. Just at the party, I kept thinking about you, and..." He bit his lip and looked at Kurt who was waiting in anticipation for him to finish his sentence.
Blaine pressed himself down on Kurt, and without thinking, he started grinding against him, causing the boy below him to moan softly. "W-Wait, you need to stop..."
He just smirked and leaned down to kiss Kurt's neck until he felt strong hands pushing him back, forcing him off of Kurt. "BLAINE!"
Both of their eyes widened as they waited for Burt to come rushing into the room with a crowbar. Luckily, nothing happened.
"I'm sorry! I'm high! I just really want to touch you!" Blaine complained quietly.
"You are not high anymore! You're just a perv! What the hell? Why couldn't you have been this way like last month?" Kurt hiss-whispered back.
"Because I'm scared to love you!" Blaine said, eyes widening as he sat up straight to look at Kurt.
Kurt bit his lip, leaning against the headboard of his bed. "Jesus, Blaine. Why do I even like you? I want to ravish you and yell at you at the same time. This isn't fair."
"You're never fair."
"No, you aren't, Blaine." Kurt laughed quietly, "Come here and kiss me. We need to practice."
"Don't you want me to ask you out first?"
"It's too late for that, we've already kissed."
"No, it's not! I want to ask you out."
"Okay, well, do it tomorrow in a creative way, but no singing. Don't you dare sing your feelings, Blaine Anderson, I will murder you."
"Then you won't ever get to have sex with me."
"Shut up, yes I will. You want me more than I want you right now."
"Okay, fine. But hey, I have to leave your house in four hours now. Can we get some sleep? I need to think about how I'm going to ask you out."
"Not until I get a good night kiss, Mr. Anderson."
"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson is my father's na--"
Kurt interrupted Blaine's lame come back with his lips, and this time, neither boy said a thing until they went to sleep.
Kurt was finally getting the chance to map out the lines of Blaine's face, and Blaine was getting to smile over Kurt's smiling.
Blaine would make sure that from now on, whenever he wanted to laugh, he would laugh.
Whenever he wanted to sing, he would sing.
Whenever he wanted to kiss, he would just lean over to the smiling boy next to him, not hesitating for one moment to kiss him back.
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Just a little longish something I wanted to write before "Sexy" airs. I apologize for not making them have more sexy-time. Maybe next time?