Fic: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (4/9b)
Title: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (4/9b)
Rating (overall): NC-17 (R for this chapter)
Spoilers: Mentions up to 2x15
Warnings (overall): College AU, major Klaine, some Kurt/Warbler Nick, Jeff/Nick, Blaine/TA, strong language, sex, blow-jobs, dirty talk, masturbation, underage drinking, angst
Word Count for this chapter: 5,892
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have always just been friends. Now, they have graduated high school from McKinley and are roommates in college. When Kurt finds a new love interest (Nick), Blaine thinks he might now be falling in love with his best friend at the wrong time. What does he do? He starts writing a book entitled Great Romances of the 21st Century.
Chapter Summary: There's a Halloween party at Nick's friend's apartment. Some plans go awry for Superman.
A/N: Kind of a sequel to One-Eighty By Summer, but you don't need to read it to be able to understand this. That's just a slight background story for this one.
ALSO! I'm adding in music. Now you can be pining/angsty with them!
"Back In Your Head" by Tegan & Sara for Blaine's journal
"Kids" by MGMT for the party
And a special thanks to my beta, teaboytoaliens, who is a master of being lolarious and amazing all the time!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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10-30-13
You've been together since Saturday. He asked you out in the park you guys met in, apparently. You're kissing him all the time.
How romantic and wonderful.
I hate that you're happy.
We're a day away from Halloween. Freaking charming Nick has invited us to his friend's apartment for the holiday, but the kicker is that you need to dress up as a superhero. Really, I think it's a ploy to get all the girls to dress up as Lois Lane and Catwoman, some shit. Not that they wouldn't be slutty on Halloween anyway. Girls are always getting drunk and skanking-up to get a guy. Trust me, you don't want to meet a guy when you're dressed to fuck. He has STDs or probably gets all his jokes from YouTube. Something equally as horrible. Find someone that you'll love and then don't fucking forget to tell him that you love him when he deserves to hear it every damn day.
I wish Nick wasn't nice. He's being mother fucking Spider-Man. That bastard.
I'm Superman and you're going to help me make my cape, but nothing we do anymore counts as hanging out when I know you're just thinking about fucking him. You better not have had sex yet. Just because you have a committed snuggle buddy now doesn't mean you should get extra cuddly. Please. I think I want you. Actually, I know I do.
I knew leaving the Warblers was going to come back to haunt me. The only reason Nick is even here is out of Wes' desire to spite me. Probably.
I swear, when I get drunk tomorrow night, I better not reference you as my kryptonite or I'll just die. Here, right now. Forever.
I wish I would have asked you out last summer. Remember when we went to the Toledo Zoo, and then stayed at my Uncle's house and he told us all those stories about backpacking in Europe? You were so fascinated with what he was saying, I almost wanted to take you there just so I could watch you be so excited the entire time. It'd be worth it.
Fuck you for loving me still.
-IhateyouKurtHummel
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Blaine's completely platonic Kurt journal has now reached its twentieth page, and Blaine's thinking he should start writing a book on this boy. He could by now.
He puts his headphones in to let music help him continue his angst-driven, downward spiral that will have to end by the time Kurt gets back from Nick's dorm that's across campus.
His newest plan is to become best friends with Nick and then slowly scare him out of dating Kurt. Just kidding.
But he has to distract himself from the obvious problem, right?
Kurt is taken and not taken by him.
And now he feels kind of weird referring to Kurt as if he's property of someone else. Should he be thinking like that? Probably not.
But underneath that heart-melting grin and boner-popping great exterior, Blaine's sure that Nick is just another guy. A guy.
Doesn't Kurt know what guys like do to other guys?
Kill them.
Nick's going to kill Kurt through sex, and Blaine's going to hate himself even more.
He hears lyrics that beautifully represent his desire to just pine and pine hard for his best friend, making him roll onto his bed in a defeated whining-sigh.
Why is Kurt actually happy with someone else? Is this how it's always going to be? Will Kurt just jump from boyfriend to boyfriend and not give Blaine a chance ever again?
Maybe he doesn't deserve one. He did say some pretty rude things to him. For years now.
I'll break your heart if you'll let me.
Blaine really doesn't want to be Superman anymore. He wants to be Spider-Man.
Fuck Nick.
~*~
Kurt wants to have sex with Nick. He thinks his hands are so sexy, and he loves the way Nick always holds him close while they're making out. It almost reminds him of how Blaine used to cuddle with him when they would have sleepovers in the winter.
NO. Blaine is nothing like Nick. Nick is his own person and should not be compared to man-hobbit in any way, shape, or form. ...Nick's form...hell, yes...
They're under the covers kissing in Nick's bed and Kurt surprisingly feels comfortable with going further. He's in college now, dammit. He thinks this should have happened years ago. Bring on the sex.
But Nick is hesitant. Kurt told him the other day that he was a virgin, and Nick doesn't want him to change his mind while they're about to do it and have Kurt start regretting it when Nick's hard and ready to go.
They'll take their time. For now.
Nick's cold finger-tips find their way under Kurt's shirt to rub his thumb over the smooth, pale skin of Kurt's stomach, causing the younger boy to shiver.
Kurt's quite proud of his smoothness, however, so he doesn't mind Nick's hands wanting to roam over his torso. It feels like he's getting sexily examined.
He now realizes where doctor role-playing might come into the bedroom. He didn't understand the appeal before, but he takes a mental note now just in case they ever get bored. No way though does Kurt think he could get bored of his brand-new hunky boyfriend.
I'm going to lick you when you least expect it, kthxbye.
Nick is hovering over him, one of Kurt's legs trapped between Nick's knees. He's kissing over Kurt's neck and collarbone, and Kurt's breathing is carefully controlled, feeling that if he makes any sudden movement or sound that Nick will just disappear and it will have all been a dream. He really can't believe this is happening.
::
Last Saturday, Nick said they should re-visit the park where they first met to take pictures. Kurt had worn a black and white striped scarf to the area since it'd been kind of a chilly day. There was a moment when Nick had unraveled the long material of the scarf and then had spun it around himself to purposely bump into Kurt.
After both boys had finished laughing, Nick was still pressed against him, and after a long, silent moment, Kurt had finally heard the words he was sure by now were only a myth:
"Go out with me" was Nick's request, said with such a calm certainty, and yet Kurt was taken aback by Nick's vulnerability. He never thought he'd ever be able to make another boy afraid of rejection. For as confident as Nick always looked, here was this moment, meant only for Kurt, where Nick was showing his innocence, what he thought about him.
I like you enough to be represented with you in public.
Here was an attractive boy that Kurt had known since his time at Dalton, hadn't talked to in years; after four days, four very Nick-filled days of happiness, this boy was wanting to go out with him. For once, Kurt felt the all too familiar feelings in his stomach that he thought were reserved for only one other person.
He guessed it changed, or maybe this was really what he'd been waiting for.
::
Nick's kisses on his neck are light, nothing desperate or needy, and Kurt's glad he isn't looking to go further.
But now that there's a safe opportunity, Kurt thinks he might want to. He wants to try something different to see how he'd feel about it.
No, really, I just want to lick you and see what you'll do. Boyfriends that lick each other stay together. Right? No? Yes.
Kurt's thought a lot about sex, has even spent the last two months waiting for Blaine to go to sleep at night so he can less awkwardly masturbate in the same room as him. He was sure Blaine did, too, maybe even at the same time, so he didn't feel bad for getting hard with his best friend in the same room.
Not really, no.
Not until all of his fantasy men kept turning into Blaine.
Blaine, you are NOT a sexy fireman. Or a solider. Shit. Why am I thinking about soldiers?
You can salute me any day...
Okay, really, stop.
It was unfair. While he was sure that Blaine jerked off to porn he'd secretly watch while Kurt was in class (he was always on his mother fucking laptop), Kurt couldn't help but think about Blaine on top of him, thrusting into him until he came, moaning Kurt's name.
Yeah, Kurt thought it was pretty cool. His imagination took him wonderful places sometimes.
Even now when Nick's on top of him, kissing him, lifting Kurt's shirt off, Kurt's still thinking about Blaine.
Blaine and his freakish head of long hair buried between Kurt's legs, working his mouth expertly over him (Kurt's sure Blaine has never given a blow-job, but he would be great somehow, okay?)
And not to mention Kurt's favorite fantasy thus far--Blaine sneaking into Kurt's bed in the middle of the night, pressing his hard-on against Kurt's ass and smoothly talking his way into being able to fuck him.
In Kurt's fantasies, Blaine would be rubbing his hip, whispering to him in a deep voice of how good it would feel. Of course, in his fantasy, Kurt would totally be unaffected by Blaine's bribery and even throw some witty remarks at him. This would only cause Blaine to try harder and then he would.
He would start grinding into him, and Kurt would somehow give in, press his back hard against Blaine's torso to feel him rocking into him. And that's usually all Kurt needed to be able to relieve himself.
But oh, yeah, Nick right now. Both of them are shirtless, and Kurt is considering to try out a couple of things. He kind of needs to or he might die.
"Nick?" Kurt asks shyly when they break apart to take a breath. He chews on his own lip a little nervously. "Can I touch you?"
"Um, Kurt, you are..."
Dammit. "No, I meant like," Kurt's eyes drift to Nick's crotch which is now in plain view since he's sitting with his legs folded on the bed.
He's never been asked that question, but Nick doesn't say no, so Kurt just bites his lip and leans over the bed to press his palm onto Nick's crotch and oh.
Nick breathes slowly, feeling himself getting hard as Kurt hesitantly rubs him through his jeans.
Kurt thinks this is awesome. He finally has someone to execute all his sexual fantasies with. Maybe not today, but sometime soon, he'll start slowly suggesting things, and it's exciting to hope that Nick will suggest some things, too. Kurt's not sure he's ready for toys or any unheard of positions, but he thinks he'll be ready for the basics. Maybe.
But what will Blaine think when he finds out?
"Does this work?"
Nick's sure that Kurt is going to be the end of him. "Um, yeah... Did you want to- Never mind."
He doesn't want to pressure him into anything more right now. Even though Kurt had told Nick about the spontaneous, drunken blow-job he had given to some random guy this past summer, Nick is still Kurt's first boyfriend and he doesn't want him to think he has to rush to do anything. Kurt has to do something though, because Nick's jeans are getting increasingly uncomfortable. Would Kurt get scared if he asked him to touch him further? Probably. Damn.
"Kurt," Nick says, interrupting Kurt's awkward hand-rubbing.
Kurt was afraid to stop, not sure of what Nick would do, so he's thankful when Nick interrupts him. "Yes?"
"Do you want to stop?"
"...Sort of?" Kurt sighs, "I just don't know what I'm doing, and you're you, so I just don't want to mess this up. I'm sorry..."
Nick can't help but smile at his new boyfriend. Shit, that's what Kurt is now, isn't he? That was quick.
Why'd he ask him so fast?
"Hey, I'm the one that made the first move, remember?" He smirks a little as Kurt blushingly nods at the reminder of the hickey he received a week ago that had slowly faded since Saturday.
"I like you a lot. Frankly, I think it's adorable that you want to make this work. But you don't need to try, Kurt. It'll be fine."
Actually, I do have to try, Nick. "I really like you."
Kurt is going to make Nick beam a lot, he can already tell. Why the hell didn't he talk to him back when he was a Warbler?
"Ditto."
~*~
Nick makes up an excuse for Kurt to have to leave his room--"Super huge paper to write”--in order to relieve himself without having Kurt feel like he needs to help him. Kurt has a feeling that's why Nick made him leave, but he'll pretend it was the paper as long as Nick wants to pretend, too.
When he gets to his dorm, Kurt sees Blaine sleeping on Kurt's bed, and he can't help but smile. Blaine hasn't been spending a lot of time with him ever since Nick came into the picture, so he's happy to see Blaine resting on his bed how he always used to.
He feels like Blaine might just be jealous that Kurt got a boyfriend and he's still single (why else would he be upset?), so the lighter haired boy gently slips into his bed to cuddle with his friend. It's still friendship cuddling, especially now that Kurt has a boyfriend.
Yep. Kurt Hummel definitely, finally has a boyfriend--a friendly boy that's more than a friend whose dick Kurt totally got to feel through his jeans not even fifteen minutes ago.
Kurt should talk to Blaine about it, but not right now.
Blaine wakes up a few minutes later, however, and is surprised to feel Kurt's head on his chest. His voice sounds sleepy still. "How was Nick's?"
He forgets for a moment that he's supposed to curse that name.
"It was interesting, let's just say that." Kurt rubs his hand over Blaine's stomach just for the hell of touching something, until he realizes that not twenty minutes ago Nick was doing the same thing to him only with a different intent. Weird.
"Interesting how?" Blaine's wide awake now.
"Well, we're starting to get to know each other that way. I don't know, it's new, and yeah, interesting."
Also because I keep picturing him as you, but hopefully that changes soon or I'll be getting guilty boners and that ain't cool.
"Nick's a cool guy, I don't have to beat him up, right?"
"No on the 'beating of the up' kind, please." Kurt watches as a small smile forms on the resting boy's face. He sighs, "He's really understanding. I don't understand why he likes me."
Blaine thinks he does. "I know why..."
Kurt smiles curiously, his head still on Blaine's chest, but he moves his chin up to read Blaine's expression. "Oh, yeah? Why?"
Blaine just has to go for it. "Soft hands," he says confidently as he reaches his hand out to hold Kurt's. Kurt has really soft hands, and they're long and grip nicely, too, and...
Blaine hates himself.
Kurt feels light for a few minutes. He hasn't held Blaine's in what seems like months, and compared to Nick's, Kurt forgot how warm Blaine's hands were. His entire body is like this, actually. Not that Kurt knows what Blaine's entire body feels like... Around him or in him, up, down, around, or to the side... Sadly, no.
His finger tips are calloused, a lot more noticeable than they were two weeks ago. Blaine must be trying hard to learn guitar. He has manly hands now. Kurt can appreciate that.
Blaine wants to lay like this forever, to feel like Kurt is his. He knows he has two papers to start and a song that he wants to finish learning on guitar, but currently his best friend is laying so close to him, holding his hand, and his heart is momentarily breaking.
Breaking.
When Kurt starts feeling a certain way--a light fluttery, totally platonic butterfly feeling way--he realizes he has a lot of sketches to design for tomorrow's class.
As a matter of fact, it's the day before Halloween.
List of things to do:
*Make Blaine's cape (Tell him not to fuck with it)
*Get hairspray
*Look good tomorrow night
*Finish eng and sketches
*Have Nick take your virginity
*be okay with it
*stop liking the douche
~*~
"Kurt, are you seriously being Robin? Shouldn't you and Nick be like matching costumes to be as sickeningly annoying as every other couple?"
Kurt rolls his eyes as he sews a yellow "R" onto a red T-shirt he bought the other day. Blaine doesn't know shit about looking good. He's going to be freaking Superman for Halloween tonight.
"Please, everyone knows that Robin from the Teen Titans show is the most fuckable super-hero ever."
"What, you want to look good enough to fuck? For Nick?" Blaine realizes he must be sounding really upset and obnoxious right now. Luckily, Kurt just rolls his eyes again.
"Why, yes, that's my plan. We're in college now, so it's practically an obligation to get extremely drunk and have sex with someone. That's just what you do."
Blaine can't believe what he's hearing. Kurt "I blush when someone puts a hand on my arm" Hummel is eager to have sex.
"That blow job you gave Kyle what's-his-face in May... Is this your 'I'm totally confident with my sexual urges now' coming out? Because last time I checked, you didn't want me to be disappointed in you again."
Kurt glares at him this time, setting his needle down on the shirt. "You said you weren't disappointed in me, Blaine, remember? And that was some random guy, this is Nick--Nick who we've known since Dalton, who is a great guy, who is my boyfriend."
Blaine just looks away before Kurt can see the hurt in his eyes.
"...And furthermore, I'm trying to be comfortable with myself. Having sex with someone who respects me and likes me is a really fortunate thing."
But what about someone that loves you? Blaine sighs. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Kurt. You're right."
But Kurt's not done. "What about when you had sex with soccer player Scottie senior year? I didn't get pissed at you for that."
"Scott? Kurt I--" Oh, yeah, I lied to you in hopes you'd stop liking me then."--I lied about that."
Kurt doesn't have time to deal with this. Blaine's so lucky that he already made his cape.
"Why'd you lie?"
"Because I wanted to help you get over me." STOP TELLING HIM THE TRUTH, YOU FUCK.
Kurt really doesn't have time to deal with his crushed heart. Not right now. He needs to try to rock a cape and a mask tonight. He doesn't have time to die.
"Job well done, asshole."
He can finish getting ready at Nick's.
Right before he's about to walk out the door he turns around to see a glossy-eyed Blaine.
Kurt doesn't move for an entire minute.
He must be upset that Kurt's mad at him. That's all. "Look, Blaine, I wish you wouldn't have lied to me, but it's alright, okay? You're still coming tonight?"
Blaine's really embarrassed. He doesn't want to cry in front of Kurt about Kurt. God, why is he about to cry? Someone is laughing at him somewhere with evil justice in mind.
He just nods and then turns towards the bathroom, not wanting to see Kurt walk out the door.
Blaine really doesn't want to be Superman anymore. He's no one's hero.
Fuck Spider-Man.
~*~
There's a bunch of people here that Blaine's never seen before. To be fair, though, everyone's in costume and plenty of people have masks on. He passes by Captain America and a few Mystiques until he finds his way over to the keg. Blaine pays two dollars for a cup in order to have as much beer as he wants. He prefers liquor, unlike Kurt who had decided Welcome Weekend that beer was the greatest thing on Earth, but it's cheaper to just drink beer, so it's what he'll do.
He walks around the apartment looking for Kurt in the large crowd of people, and he realizes now that he should have probably cut his hair before tonight.
Right now, Blaine Anderson looks like a long, curly-haired douche-bag that was too lazy to create a real costume, because he's just in red pants, a blue Superman T-shirt, and a red cape--a complete douche-bag.
Finally, he finds Kurt over on a couch with Nick and what he assumes is a bunch of Nick's friends. They're playing a drinking game, Kurt and Nick both laughing hysterically with Kurt leaning into Nick when he laughs. Kurt's not entirely drunk yet, but Blaine knows he's probably trying. Kurt doesn't do well with a large room of people. He likes the quiet.
Fuck Nick. He's super hot as Spider-Man. He has the full-on outfit and it looks good on him. That bastard. How dare he.
And Kurt looks surprisingly attractive as Robin. Though Blaine knows Kurt really hated the idea of being a superhero, he pulls it off nicely. Robin is the most fuckable superhero (and/or side-kick.)
Kurt's wearing tight green skinny jeans (where did he even find those?), a yellow belt, and the red shirt with the yellow "R" stitched into it.
He kind of looks ridiculous with the added green fashion gloves and the black cape, but a black mask that only covers his eyes is strangely a turn-on.
Blaine would like to do things to Kurt with that mask on. And his black boots to complete the Robin look? Yeah, Blaine likes his boots a lot.
A few kids from his film class are here, so Blaine talks to them for a while, waiting to feel buzzed. He doesn't want to go over to Kurt until he's able to smile. Kurt is laughing and having fun, and Blaine doesn't want to ruin that.
When he finally goes over to them, they're thankfully not making-out, and Nick is just grinning and turning his head to pay immediate attention to anyone that's talking.
"Hey, guys," Blaine says as he sits on the floor next to Kurt's feet. Kurt looks down at him and smiles thoughtfully. He's really glad Blaine's here now. He doesn't know these people.
Kurt leans down to kiss Blaine's hair and ruffles it a little while giggling. "You look so cute in red pants."
Blaine's feeling a little better now that Kurt's not mad at him anymore. "Are you drunk?"
Kurt shakes his head, leaning back down towards Blaine as Nick is busy explaining the Pythagorean Theorem perhaps a little loudly. He's definitely gone.
"No, I just had two shots when I got here, but I don't really feel like drinking tonight. Is that beer?" He smiles as Blaine hands him his cup. Blaine watches Kurt take a sip and hand it back to him. "Thanks."
Blaine nods a little and looks over at Nick, wondering just how happy he must be now that he has Kurt. "How long do you think you're going to stay here?" Or with him?
Kurt turns his head for a moment, folding one of his legs over the other and placing his elbow on his thigh. "Hmmmm, maybe... Not too long?"
Since Kurt isn't drunk, Blaine can tell that when Kurt glances over at Nick with a look that he must have a valid reason for leaving the party early.
Regardless of his feelings, Blaine's first role is to be a good friend. If Kurt's going to have sex with Nick tonight, then Blaine needs to make sure Kurt really wants to do this.
"So, uh, you and Nick are gonna do the monster mash?"
He really doesn't know how to talk about sex. (It's Halloween! He's been drinking! His heart is crying!) Maybe he should sing about it instead. That used to work well.
Kurt's face turns as red as his shirt, and the only thing he thinks to do is to push Blaine's face away with his hand. He needs to leave. He feels awkward talking about this with the guy he's been thinking about for years.
Wait, years? He feels tired now.
Blaine leans into Kurt, thankful that Nick is still caught up in playing a card game to even notice he's there. He eyebrows him and then looks at Kurt questionably.
"You're going to do this when he's drunk?"
Kurt shakes his head, blushing still, "N-No. He's stopped. It's not even midnight yet. It'll be fine."
Blaine really wishes he could be the one sitting next to Kurt on the couch. If he were Nick, he'd have ignored Halloween altogether, have bought a dozen roses, and then would have gone out of his way to make sure Kurt felt comfortable.
Maybe that's just the downside of being a best friend. Even when you are mad at each other, you'll get over it within a day. Even when you're in love with your best friend, you still want him to feel happy with whoever he's with. It's just what you do.
Even when your heart is breaking. You have to do it.
But right now, Blaine needs to leave. He just hopes Kurt isn't as nervous as Blaine is right now for him.
Thankfully, Blaine sees a kid from his film class looking over at him, and the kid waves for him to come over. Blaine looks at Kurt as he stands up, Kurt looking a little concerned.
"Hey, Noah over there wants me to um, hang out I think. I'm kind of feeling a smaller group tonight, so I'm gonna leave, okay? I'll see you later... Be safe?"
Kurt just nods, still trying to read his eyes, as he gets a quick hug from Blaine. Nick finally realizes Blaine's been here all this time and stands up to hug him. Nick is much taller than Blaine, a lot just fuck. He's just better. Better for Kurt.
"Bye, guys..."
"Why's Blaine leaving?" Nick asks, quieting down from his previous enthusiastic conversation.
Kurt just watches the red cape sway back and forth between people as Blaine tries to get out of the apartment. "I don't know."
Nick smiles and leans in to kiss Kurt's ear, making the younger boy laugh from feeling tickled. He grins a little, eyes still glossed over but with himself feeling more sober, and rests a hand on Kurt's thigh. "We should leave soon."
~*~
It's been a couple hours since Blaine left the party, having gone over his friend Noah's dorm to drink some more and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. Noah's a rather cute boy with black hair and has an artsy look going for him. The only thing Blaine finds weird is that his hair stands up in ten different directions and he has way too many patches on his jeans for Blaine to appreciate.
Kurt would die before wearing patches on his jeans, so Blaine just naturally has a thing against them, too.
Around 3am, he heads back to his dorm, feeling sober enough to walk straight. Kurt probably spent the night at Nick's, and god, Blaine does not even want to think about that.
Really, it's his fault, he shouldn't be this upset. He should have asked Kurt out three years ago and they might have still stayed friends by now. Maybe Kurt and Nick will break up by winter break, and so when they go home for vacation, Blaine can go to Kurt's house for Christmas. He's sure his parents won't care if he goes to Kurt's after his own relatives leave around 4pm like they usually do. They'll probably enjoy the house to themselves, anyway.
That way, Blaine can cuddle with Kurt by the fireplace as Carole bakes her famous cherry pie, and then Kurt, Blaine, Finn, and some of their friends from glee club can go sledding at the park and Blaine will get to watch Kurt's cheeks turn really red from the cold.
"Baby, it's cold outside," Blaine will get to say, and Kurt will just roll his eyes and push him down in the snow.
Blaine's smiling as he gets to the door of his dorm, and he's about to turn the knob, but then he hears a high-pitched something.
It's definitely Kurt and definitely not a noise he ever thought Kurt was capable of making. No...
The door is locked even if Blaine did want to get in.
He just turns around and quickly walks down the hall, into the elevator, out of the building, and into the cold.
How is this happening? How is Kurt doing this right now?
Doing this to us?
He just needs to be away. How did he ever pretend that he was okay with it? This sucks. Kurt's losing his virginity to someone that isn't Blaine. The worst part? It's to a guy that Blaine knows isn't a bad guy, so he can't even be mad about that, either.
Right now he wants to punch something, but it's three in the morning, and everyone's either passed out drunk or fucking, and Blaine's not either of those, so now he needs to be.
I'm going to start playing shows and write that fucking book, and you'll wish you wouldn't have done that. You'll want me back. I'll cut my hair and get better clothes. You'll fucking want the shit out of me.
He ends up sleeping back at Noah's with a group of people that are passed out around a futon.
That'll show them.
~*~
Kurt has realized that it takes forever for Nick to fall asleep. He just keeps saying nice things to him and won't shut up about anything, and Kurt just wants to cuddle and fall asleep. Maybe not even cuddle.
He just wants to text Mercedes and Rachel and be like, "GUESS WHAAAAAAT!," but that would possibly be too much information for a text. He'll tell them about it when they come here in a few weeks to spend the weekend with him and Blaine. He's really excited to see them. He thinks Blaine is, too.
Oh, god, Blaine. He probably wanted to sleep in his own bed, but Kurt had locked the door in wanting to have privacy with Nick. Maybe he just ended up sleeping with a kid from his film class.
Blaine was too competitive to not lose his virginity before Kurt. Why had he lied about sleeping with that stupid Scott kid? Kurt had been so upset and depressed after Blaine had told him he spent the night at Scottie's. Why was Blaine so good at making Kurt miserable?
But hey, you just had sex. You had SEX with Nick.
...I'm suddenly tired and my entire body aches in a good way.
"I just had sex with Nick Owens," Kurt says in disbelief.
Nick laughs and stares up at the ceiling, "Did you really? Wow, lucky guy. Where was I?"
Kurt turns on his side to look at him. "Was I good? Like, I mean, no. I know I wasn't. Sorry, I'm sorry."
Nick rolls over to stare at Kurt, his eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you think you weren't good? Kurt, you're wrong." Fuck. Now he regrets it, awesome.
Kurt buries his face in Nick's chest when he opens up an arm to wrap around him. "Well, you're the only one that's ever said they liked me. I'm 18, I've met plenty of people, so I must be unfuckable. OH MY GOD. I was Robin. Why did you let me have sex with you as Robin?"
Nick laughs and holds him closer, reaching a hand out to stroke the miserable boy's hair. Kurt figures it's dark and his hair is already messed up from foreplay, so he'll let the hair touching go. But just this one time.
Before Nick can say anything, Kurt reaches a hand out to rub his hand over Nick's abs, dipping his hand a little lower just because he can.
"Um, so do you work-out at the campus gym? ...Or are these just a permanent feature of getting to be Nick Owens?"
Nick smiles just slightly, not liking that Kurt is feeling insecure and now referring to his boyfriend by his first and last name.
"Yeah, I use the gym here. Why, did you want to go with me sometime?"
He thinks Kurt lifting weights would be hilarious. Kurt running...
"Oh, god, no. Never. But Blaine should join you! You need a work out buddy, don't you?"
Nick sighs, rolling on his back again. "Oh, great. Can we talk about Blaine more? I really love gushing over him after I've had sex..."
Kurt frowns, hitting Nick's arm lightly, "I only said his name like twice! He's my best friend, what do you expect?"
"Yeah, but the second we got back here you were all, 'Ha! Blaine's going to be so pissed that I'm sleeping with you! Hear that, Blaine? I'm having sex with Nick Owens. Beat that, Blaine fucking Anderson!’"
Kurt sighs, "Sorry. But you don't understand! I feel so proud of myself! Blaine's going to be so jealous..."
Nick just glares at nothing, "Yeah, I'm so proud that I took your virginity to make Blaine jealous. That was totally my thought process. Triple bonus points for making Blaine jealous. Go me."
Oh, shit.
"No! Nick..." Kurt forces the older boy to face him, kissing his chest as soon as Nick uncrosses his arms. "Just cuddle with me. I'll be an amazing boyfriend in the morning, okay? You'll see. I'll be great, just wait."
Nick smirks a little and sighs, bringing Kurt closer. "You're odd."
Kurt nods quickly and smiles, scooting into him. It felt weird having somebody wrap their arm around him, but Kurt liked feeling wanted.
He just isn't used to it.
He's used to Blaine.
There is just something that makes him feel... bad? Or maybe like he regretted something from tonight?
Not that he regrets Nick. Nick is great. Kurt likes being around him, too. He's a breath of fresh air from...
Kurt really doesn't want to finish that thought.
Happy Halloween to me... Or November 1st. But no, it is most definitely the night of October 31st, because losing my virginity on November 1st is LAME. It was totally Halloween. Fuck time.
They've stopped talking and Nick's asleep, but Kurt can't get to sleep just yet.
Why was he feeling off about this still?
The universe had thrust Nick Owens at him for god's sake. Many, many times in a row.
Oh, god. Kurt wished Nick wasn't asleep. He was ready to fuck Blaine out of his head for good.
And Nick would help him because he's a good friend.
He means boyfriend.
Oh my god. Now, I feel like Kirsten Dunst as Mary Jane Watson. FUCK. I just fucked Spider-Man. Now, I'm going to feel aroused every time I watch the movies. I can never watch them again. Thank god Superman's my favorite superhero.
Wait. No. Not anymore either.
FUCK THIS HALLOWEEN. BOYS ARE RUINING MY CHILDHOOD.
Chapter 5
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Hey, guys! Sorry about the long wait! (Okay, so maybe it was only 4 days, but in internet time that's basically two years.)
And while we're on the topic (weren't really on the topic, shh), is there any other special friends, let's say, that you'd like to see them with?
Any fluff or notsofluff that you wish to see our boys do in college?
I should tell you now that Klaine is endgame (plus sexy times. I mean, what?), but why not let it take a few times "to get it riiight..."
Okay, I'm done, sorry for the long post-A/N. *flies away*
Rating (overall): NC-17 (R for this chapter)
Spoilers: Mentions up to 2x15
Warnings (overall): College AU, major Klaine, some Kurt/Warbler Nick, Jeff/Nick, Blaine/TA, strong language, sex, blow-jobs, dirty talk, masturbation, underage drinking, angst
Word Count for this chapter: 5,892
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have always just been friends. Now, they have graduated high school from McKinley and are roommates in college. When Kurt finds a new love interest (Nick), Blaine thinks he might now be falling in love with his best friend at the wrong time. What does he do? He starts writing a book entitled Great Romances of the 21st Century.
Chapter Summary: There's a Halloween party at Nick's friend's apartment. Some plans go awry for Superman.
A/N: Kind of a sequel to One-Eighty By Summer, but you don't need to read it to be able to understand this. That's just a slight background story for this one.
ALSO! I'm adding in music. Now you can be pining/angsty with them!
"Back In Your Head" by Tegan & Sara for Blaine's journal
"Kids" by MGMT for the party
And a special thanks to my beta, teaboytoaliens, who is a master of being lolarious and amazing all the time!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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10-30-13
You've been together since Saturday. He asked you out in the park you guys met in, apparently. You're kissing him all the time.
How romantic and wonderful.
I hate that you're happy.
We're a day away from Halloween. Freaking charming Nick has invited us to his friend's apartment for the holiday, but the kicker is that you need to dress up as a superhero. Really, I think it's a ploy to get all the girls to dress up as Lois Lane and Catwoman, some shit. Not that they wouldn't be slutty on Halloween anyway. Girls are always getting drunk and skanking-up to get a guy. Trust me, you don't want to meet a guy when you're dressed to fuck. He has STDs or probably gets all his jokes from YouTube. Something equally as horrible. Find someone that you'll love and then don't fucking forget to tell him that you love him when he deserves to hear it every damn day.
I wish Nick wasn't nice. He's being mother fucking Spider-Man. That bastard.
I'm Superman and you're going to help me make my cape, but nothing we do anymore counts as hanging out when I know you're just thinking about fucking him. You better not have had sex yet. Just because you have a committed snuggle buddy now doesn't mean you should get extra cuddly. Please. I think I want you. Actually, I know I do.
I knew leaving the Warblers was going to come back to haunt me. The only reason Nick is even here is out of Wes' desire to spite me. Probably.
I swear, when I get drunk tomorrow night, I better not reference you as my kryptonite or I'll just die. Here, right now. Forever.
I wish I would have asked you out last summer. Remember when we went to the Toledo Zoo, and then stayed at my Uncle's house and he told us all those stories about backpacking in Europe? You were so fascinated with what he was saying, I almost wanted to take you there just so I could watch you be so excited the entire time. It'd be worth it.
Fuck you for loving me still.
-IhateyouKurtHummel
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Blaine's completely platonic Kurt journal has now reached its twentieth page, and Blaine's thinking he should start writing a book on this boy. He could by now.
He puts his headphones in to let music help him continue his angst-driven, downward spiral that will have to end by the time Kurt gets back from Nick's dorm that's across campus.
His newest plan is to become best friends with Nick and then slowly scare him out of dating Kurt. Just kidding.
But he has to distract himself from the obvious problem, right?
Kurt is taken and not taken by him.
And now he feels kind of weird referring to Kurt as if he's property of someone else. Should he be thinking like that? Probably not.
But underneath that heart-melting grin and boner-popping great exterior, Blaine's sure that Nick is just another guy. A guy.
Doesn't Kurt know what guys like do to other guys?
Kill them.
Nick's going to kill Kurt through sex, and Blaine's going to hate himself even more.
He hears lyrics that beautifully represent his desire to just pine and pine hard for his best friend, making him roll onto his bed in a defeated whining-sigh.
Why is Kurt actually happy with someone else? Is this how it's always going to be? Will Kurt just jump from boyfriend to boyfriend and not give Blaine a chance ever again?
Maybe he doesn't deserve one. He did say some pretty rude things to him. For years now.
I'll break your heart if you'll let me.
Blaine really doesn't want to be Superman anymore. He wants to be Spider-Man.
Fuck Nick.
~*~
Kurt wants to have sex with Nick. He thinks his hands are so sexy, and he loves the way Nick always holds him close while they're making out. It almost reminds him of how Blaine used to cuddle with him when they would have sleepovers in the winter.
NO. Blaine is nothing like Nick. Nick is his own person and should not be compared to man-hobbit in any way, shape, or form. ...Nick's form...hell, yes...
They're under the covers kissing in Nick's bed and Kurt surprisingly feels comfortable with going further. He's in college now, dammit. He thinks this should have happened years ago. Bring on the sex.
But Nick is hesitant. Kurt told him the other day that he was a virgin, and Nick doesn't want him to change his mind while they're about to do it and have Kurt start regretting it when Nick's hard and ready to go.
They'll take their time. For now.
Nick's cold finger-tips find their way under Kurt's shirt to rub his thumb over the smooth, pale skin of Kurt's stomach, causing the younger boy to shiver.
Kurt's quite proud of his smoothness, however, so he doesn't mind Nick's hands wanting to roam over his torso. It feels like he's getting sexily examined.
He now realizes where doctor role-playing might come into the bedroom. He didn't understand the appeal before, but he takes a mental note now just in case they ever get bored. No way though does Kurt think he could get bored of his brand-new hunky boyfriend.
I'm going to lick you when you least expect it, kthxbye.
Nick is hovering over him, one of Kurt's legs trapped between Nick's knees. He's kissing over Kurt's neck and collarbone, and Kurt's breathing is carefully controlled, feeling that if he makes any sudden movement or sound that Nick will just disappear and it will have all been a dream. He really can't believe this is happening.
::
Last Saturday, Nick said they should re-visit the park where they first met to take pictures. Kurt had worn a black and white striped scarf to the area since it'd been kind of a chilly day. There was a moment when Nick had unraveled the long material of the scarf and then had spun it around himself to purposely bump into Kurt.
After both boys had finished laughing, Nick was still pressed against him, and after a long, silent moment, Kurt had finally heard the words he was sure by now were only a myth:
"Go out with me" was Nick's request, said with such a calm certainty, and yet Kurt was taken aback by Nick's vulnerability. He never thought he'd ever be able to make another boy afraid of rejection. For as confident as Nick always looked, here was this moment, meant only for Kurt, where Nick was showing his innocence, what he thought about him.
I like you enough to be represented with you in public.
Here was an attractive boy that Kurt had known since his time at Dalton, hadn't talked to in years; after four days, four very Nick-filled days of happiness, this boy was wanting to go out with him. For once, Kurt felt the all too familiar feelings in his stomach that he thought were reserved for only one other person.
He guessed it changed, or maybe this was really what he'd been waiting for.
::
Nick's kisses on his neck are light, nothing desperate or needy, and Kurt's glad he isn't looking to go further.
But now that there's a safe opportunity, Kurt thinks he might want to. He wants to try something different to see how he'd feel about it.
No, really, I just want to lick you and see what you'll do. Boyfriends that lick each other stay together. Right? No? Yes.
Kurt's thought a lot about sex, has even spent the last two months waiting for Blaine to go to sleep at night so he can less awkwardly masturbate in the same room as him. He was sure Blaine did, too, maybe even at the same time, so he didn't feel bad for getting hard with his best friend in the same room.
Not really, no.
Not until all of his fantasy men kept turning into Blaine.
Blaine, you are NOT a sexy fireman. Or a solider. Shit. Why am I thinking about soldiers?
You can salute me any day...
Okay, really, stop.
It was unfair. While he was sure that Blaine jerked off to porn he'd secretly watch while Kurt was in class (he was always on his mother fucking laptop), Kurt couldn't help but think about Blaine on top of him, thrusting into him until he came, moaning Kurt's name.
Yeah, Kurt thought it was pretty cool. His imagination took him wonderful places sometimes.
Even now when Nick's on top of him, kissing him, lifting Kurt's shirt off, Kurt's still thinking about Blaine.
Blaine and his freakish head of long hair buried between Kurt's legs, working his mouth expertly over him (Kurt's sure Blaine has never given a blow-job, but he would be great somehow, okay?)
And not to mention Kurt's favorite fantasy thus far--Blaine sneaking into Kurt's bed in the middle of the night, pressing his hard-on against Kurt's ass and smoothly talking his way into being able to fuck him.
In Kurt's fantasies, Blaine would be rubbing his hip, whispering to him in a deep voice of how good it would feel. Of course, in his fantasy, Kurt would totally be unaffected by Blaine's bribery and even throw some witty remarks at him. This would only cause Blaine to try harder and then he would.
He would start grinding into him, and Kurt would somehow give in, press his back hard against Blaine's torso to feel him rocking into him. And that's usually all Kurt needed to be able to relieve himself.
But oh, yeah, Nick right now. Both of them are shirtless, and Kurt is considering to try out a couple of things. He kind of needs to or he might die.
"Nick?" Kurt asks shyly when they break apart to take a breath. He chews on his own lip a little nervously. "Can I touch you?"
"Um, Kurt, you are..."
Dammit. "No, I meant like," Kurt's eyes drift to Nick's crotch which is now in plain view since he's sitting with his legs folded on the bed.
He's never been asked that question, but Nick doesn't say no, so Kurt just bites his lip and leans over the bed to press his palm onto Nick's crotch and oh.
Nick breathes slowly, feeling himself getting hard as Kurt hesitantly rubs him through his jeans.
Kurt thinks this is awesome. He finally has someone to execute all his sexual fantasies with. Maybe not today, but sometime soon, he'll start slowly suggesting things, and it's exciting to hope that Nick will suggest some things, too. Kurt's not sure he's ready for toys or any unheard of positions, but he thinks he'll be ready for the basics. Maybe.
But what will Blaine think when he finds out?
"Does this work?"
Nick's sure that Kurt is going to be the end of him. "Um, yeah... Did you want to- Never mind."
He doesn't want to pressure him into anything more right now. Even though Kurt had told Nick about the spontaneous, drunken blow-job he had given to some random guy this past summer, Nick is still Kurt's first boyfriend and he doesn't want him to think he has to rush to do anything. Kurt has to do something though, because Nick's jeans are getting increasingly uncomfortable. Would Kurt get scared if he asked him to touch him further? Probably. Damn.
"Kurt," Nick says, interrupting Kurt's awkward hand-rubbing.
Kurt was afraid to stop, not sure of what Nick would do, so he's thankful when Nick interrupts him. "Yes?"
"Do you want to stop?"
"...Sort of?" Kurt sighs, "I just don't know what I'm doing, and you're you, so I just don't want to mess this up. I'm sorry..."
Nick can't help but smile at his new boyfriend. Shit, that's what Kurt is now, isn't he? That was quick.
Why'd he ask him so fast?
"Hey, I'm the one that made the first move, remember?" He smirks a little as Kurt blushingly nods at the reminder of the hickey he received a week ago that had slowly faded since Saturday.
"I like you a lot. Frankly, I think it's adorable that you want to make this work. But you don't need to try, Kurt. It'll be fine."
Actually, I do have to try, Nick. "I really like you."
Kurt is going to make Nick beam a lot, he can already tell. Why the hell didn't he talk to him back when he was a Warbler?
"Ditto."
~*~
Nick makes up an excuse for Kurt to have to leave his room--"Super huge paper to write”--in order to relieve himself without having Kurt feel like he needs to help him. Kurt has a feeling that's why Nick made him leave, but he'll pretend it was the paper as long as Nick wants to pretend, too.
When he gets to his dorm, Kurt sees Blaine sleeping on Kurt's bed, and he can't help but smile. Blaine hasn't been spending a lot of time with him ever since Nick came into the picture, so he's happy to see Blaine resting on his bed how he always used to.
He feels like Blaine might just be jealous that Kurt got a boyfriend and he's still single (why else would he be upset?), so the lighter haired boy gently slips into his bed to cuddle with his friend. It's still friendship cuddling, especially now that Kurt has a boyfriend.
Yep. Kurt Hummel definitely, finally has a boyfriend--a friendly boy that's more than a friend whose dick Kurt totally got to feel through his jeans not even fifteen minutes ago.
Kurt should talk to Blaine about it, but not right now.
Blaine wakes up a few minutes later, however, and is surprised to feel Kurt's head on his chest. His voice sounds sleepy still. "How was Nick's?"
He forgets for a moment that he's supposed to curse that name.
"It was interesting, let's just say that." Kurt rubs his hand over Blaine's stomach just for the hell of touching something, until he realizes that not twenty minutes ago Nick was doing the same thing to him only with a different intent. Weird.
"Interesting how?" Blaine's wide awake now.
"Well, we're starting to get to know each other that way. I don't know, it's new, and yeah, interesting."
Also because I keep picturing him as you, but hopefully that changes soon or I'll be getting guilty boners and that ain't cool.
"Nick's a cool guy, I don't have to beat him up, right?"
"No on the 'beating of the up' kind, please." Kurt watches as a small smile forms on the resting boy's face. He sighs, "He's really understanding. I don't understand why he likes me."
Blaine thinks he does. "I know why..."
Kurt smiles curiously, his head still on Blaine's chest, but he moves his chin up to read Blaine's expression. "Oh, yeah? Why?"
Blaine just has to go for it. "Soft hands," he says confidently as he reaches his hand out to hold Kurt's. Kurt has really soft hands, and they're long and grip nicely, too, and...
Blaine hates himself.
Kurt feels light for a few minutes. He hasn't held Blaine's in what seems like months, and compared to Nick's, Kurt forgot how warm Blaine's hands were. His entire body is like this, actually. Not that Kurt knows what Blaine's entire body feels like... Around him or in him, up, down, around, or to the side... Sadly, no.
His finger tips are calloused, a lot more noticeable than they were two weeks ago. Blaine must be trying hard to learn guitar. He has manly hands now. Kurt can appreciate that.
Blaine wants to lay like this forever, to feel like Kurt is his. He knows he has two papers to start and a song that he wants to finish learning on guitar, but currently his best friend is laying so close to him, holding his hand, and his heart is momentarily breaking.
Breaking.
When Kurt starts feeling a certain way--a light fluttery, totally platonic butterfly feeling way--he realizes he has a lot of sketches to design for tomorrow's class.
As a matter of fact, it's the day before Halloween.
List of things to do:
*Make Blaine's cape (Tell him not to fuck with it)
*Get hairspray
*Look good tomorrow night
*Finish eng and sketches
*Have Nick take your virginity
*be okay with it
*stop liking the douche
~*~
"Kurt, are you seriously being Robin? Shouldn't you and Nick be like matching costumes to be as sickeningly annoying as every other couple?"
Kurt rolls his eyes as he sews a yellow "R" onto a red T-shirt he bought the other day. Blaine doesn't know shit about looking good. He's going to be freaking Superman for Halloween tonight.
"Please, everyone knows that Robin from the Teen Titans show is the most fuckable super-hero ever."
"What, you want to look good enough to fuck? For Nick?" Blaine realizes he must be sounding really upset and obnoxious right now. Luckily, Kurt just rolls his eyes again.
"Why, yes, that's my plan. We're in college now, so it's practically an obligation to get extremely drunk and have sex with someone. That's just what you do."
Blaine can't believe what he's hearing. Kurt "I blush when someone puts a hand on my arm" Hummel is eager to have sex.
"That blow job you gave Kyle what's-his-face in May... Is this your 'I'm totally confident with my sexual urges now' coming out? Because last time I checked, you didn't want me to be disappointed in you again."
Kurt glares at him this time, setting his needle down on the shirt. "You said you weren't disappointed in me, Blaine, remember? And that was some random guy, this is Nick--Nick who we've known since Dalton, who is a great guy, who is my boyfriend."
Blaine just looks away before Kurt can see the hurt in his eyes.
"...And furthermore, I'm trying to be comfortable with myself. Having sex with someone who respects me and likes me is a really fortunate thing."
But what about someone that loves you? Blaine sighs. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Kurt. You're right."
But Kurt's not done. "What about when you had sex with soccer player Scottie senior year? I didn't get pissed at you for that."
"Scott? Kurt I--" Oh, yeah, I lied to you in hopes you'd stop liking me then."--I lied about that."
Kurt doesn't have time to deal with this. Blaine's so lucky that he already made his cape.
"Why'd you lie?"
"Because I wanted to help you get over me." STOP TELLING HIM THE TRUTH, YOU FUCK.
Kurt really doesn't have time to deal with his crushed heart. Not right now. He needs to try to rock a cape and a mask tonight. He doesn't have time to die.
"Job well done, asshole."
He can finish getting ready at Nick's.
Right before he's about to walk out the door he turns around to see a glossy-eyed Blaine.
Kurt doesn't move for an entire minute.
He must be upset that Kurt's mad at him. That's all. "Look, Blaine, I wish you wouldn't have lied to me, but it's alright, okay? You're still coming tonight?"
Blaine's really embarrassed. He doesn't want to cry in front of Kurt about Kurt. God, why is he about to cry? Someone is laughing at him somewhere with evil justice in mind.
He just nods and then turns towards the bathroom, not wanting to see Kurt walk out the door.
Blaine really doesn't want to be Superman anymore. He's no one's hero.
Fuck Spider-Man.
~*~
There's a bunch of people here that Blaine's never seen before. To be fair, though, everyone's in costume and plenty of people have masks on. He passes by Captain America and a few Mystiques until he finds his way over to the keg. Blaine pays two dollars for a cup in order to have as much beer as he wants. He prefers liquor, unlike Kurt who had decided Welcome Weekend that beer was the greatest thing on Earth, but it's cheaper to just drink beer, so it's what he'll do.
He walks around the apartment looking for Kurt in the large crowd of people, and he realizes now that he should have probably cut his hair before tonight.
Right now, Blaine Anderson looks like a long, curly-haired douche-bag that was too lazy to create a real costume, because he's just in red pants, a blue Superman T-shirt, and a red cape--a complete douche-bag.
Finally, he finds Kurt over on a couch with Nick and what he assumes is a bunch of Nick's friends. They're playing a drinking game, Kurt and Nick both laughing hysterically with Kurt leaning into Nick when he laughs. Kurt's not entirely drunk yet, but Blaine knows he's probably trying. Kurt doesn't do well with a large room of people. He likes the quiet.
Fuck Nick. He's super hot as Spider-Man. He has the full-on outfit and it looks good on him. That bastard. How dare he.
And Kurt looks surprisingly attractive as Robin. Though Blaine knows Kurt really hated the idea of being a superhero, he pulls it off nicely. Robin is the most fuckable superhero (and/or side-kick.)
Kurt's wearing tight green skinny jeans (where did he even find those?), a yellow belt, and the red shirt with the yellow "R" stitched into it.
He kind of looks ridiculous with the added green fashion gloves and the black cape, but a black mask that only covers his eyes is strangely a turn-on.
Blaine would like to do things to Kurt with that mask on. And his black boots to complete the Robin look? Yeah, Blaine likes his boots a lot.
A few kids from his film class are here, so Blaine talks to them for a while, waiting to feel buzzed. He doesn't want to go over to Kurt until he's able to smile. Kurt is laughing and having fun, and Blaine doesn't want to ruin that.
When he finally goes over to them, they're thankfully not making-out, and Nick is just grinning and turning his head to pay immediate attention to anyone that's talking.
"Hey, guys," Blaine says as he sits on the floor next to Kurt's feet. Kurt looks down at him and smiles thoughtfully. He's really glad Blaine's here now. He doesn't know these people.
Kurt leans down to kiss Blaine's hair and ruffles it a little while giggling. "You look so cute in red pants."
Blaine's feeling a little better now that Kurt's not mad at him anymore. "Are you drunk?"
Kurt shakes his head, leaning back down towards Blaine as Nick is busy explaining the Pythagorean Theorem perhaps a little loudly. He's definitely gone.
"No, I just had two shots when I got here, but I don't really feel like drinking tonight. Is that beer?" He smiles as Blaine hands him his cup. Blaine watches Kurt take a sip and hand it back to him. "Thanks."
Blaine nods a little and looks over at Nick, wondering just how happy he must be now that he has Kurt. "How long do you think you're going to stay here?" Or with him?
Kurt turns his head for a moment, folding one of his legs over the other and placing his elbow on his thigh. "Hmmmm, maybe... Not too long?"
Since Kurt isn't drunk, Blaine can tell that when Kurt glances over at Nick with a look that he must have a valid reason for leaving the party early.
Regardless of his feelings, Blaine's first role is to be a good friend. If Kurt's going to have sex with Nick tonight, then Blaine needs to make sure Kurt really wants to do this.
"So, uh, you and Nick are gonna do the monster mash?"
He really doesn't know how to talk about sex. (It's Halloween! He's been drinking! His heart is crying!) Maybe he should sing about it instead. That used to work well.
Kurt's face turns as red as his shirt, and the only thing he thinks to do is to push Blaine's face away with his hand. He needs to leave. He feels awkward talking about this with the guy he's been thinking about for years.
Wait, years? He feels tired now.
Blaine leans into Kurt, thankful that Nick is still caught up in playing a card game to even notice he's there. He eyebrows him and then looks at Kurt questionably.
"You're going to do this when he's drunk?"
Kurt shakes his head, blushing still, "N-No. He's stopped. It's not even midnight yet. It'll be fine."
Blaine really wishes he could be the one sitting next to Kurt on the couch. If he were Nick, he'd have ignored Halloween altogether, have bought a dozen roses, and then would have gone out of his way to make sure Kurt felt comfortable.
Maybe that's just the downside of being a best friend. Even when you are mad at each other, you'll get over it within a day. Even when you're in love with your best friend, you still want him to feel happy with whoever he's with. It's just what you do.
Even when your heart is breaking. You have to do it.
But right now, Blaine needs to leave. He just hopes Kurt isn't as nervous as Blaine is right now for him.
Thankfully, Blaine sees a kid from his film class looking over at him, and the kid waves for him to come over. Blaine looks at Kurt as he stands up, Kurt looking a little concerned.
"Hey, Noah over there wants me to um, hang out I think. I'm kind of feeling a smaller group tonight, so I'm gonna leave, okay? I'll see you later... Be safe?"
Kurt just nods, still trying to read his eyes, as he gets a quick hug from Blaine. Nick finally realizes Blaine's been here all this time and stands up to hug him. Nick is much taller than Blaine, a lot just fuck. He's just better. Better for Kurt.
"Bye, guys..."
"Why's Blaine leaving?" Nick asks, quieting down from his previous enthusiastic conversation.
Kurt just watches the red cape sway back and forth between people as Blaine tries to get out of the apartment. "I don't know."
Nick smiles and leans in to kiss Kurt's ear, making the younger boy laugh from feeling tickled. He grins a little, eyes still glossed over but with himself feeling more sober, and rests a hand on Kurt's thigh. "We should leave soon."
~*~
It's been a couple hours since Blaine left the party, having gone over his friend Noah's dorm to drink some more and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. Noah's a rather cute boy with black hair and has an artsy look going for him. The only thing Blaine finds weird is that his hair stands up in ten different directions and he has way too many patches on his jeans for Blaine to appreciate.
Kurt would die before wearing patches on his jeans, so Blaine just naturally has a thing against them, too.
Around 3am, he heads back to his dorm, feeling sober enough to walk straight. Kurt probably spent the night at Nick's, and god, Blaine does not even want to think about that.
Really, it's his fault, he shouldn't be this upset. He should have asked Kurt out three years ago and they might have still stayed friends by now. Maybe Kurt and Nick will break up by winter break, and so when they go home for vacation, Blaine can go to Kurt's house for Christmas. He's sure his parents won't care if he goes to Kurt's after his own relatives leave around 4pm like they usually do. They'll probably enjoy the house to themselves, anyway.
That way, Blaine can cuddle with Kurt by the fireplace as Carole bakes her famous cherry pie, and then Kurt, Blaine, Finn, and some of their friends from glee club can go sledding at the park and Blaine will get to watch Kurt's cheeks turn really red from the cold.
"Baby, it's cold outside," Blaine will get to say, and Kurt will just roll his eyes and push him down in the snow.
Blaine's smiling as he gets to the door of his dorm, and he's about to turn the knob, but then he hears a high-pitched something.
It's definitely Kurt and definitely not a noise he ever thought Kurt was capable of making. No...
The door is locked even if Blaine did want to get in.
He just turns around and quickly walks down the hall, into the elevator, out of the building, and into the cold.
How is this happening? How is Kurt doing this right now?
Doing this to us?
He just needs to be away. How did he ever pretend that he was okay with it? This sucks. Kurt's losing his virginity to someone that isn't Blaine. The worst part? It's to a guy that Blaine knows isn't a bad guy, so he can't even be mad about that, either.
Right now he wants to punch something, but it's three in the morning, and everyone's either passed out drunk or fucking, and Blaine's not either of those, so now he needs to be.
I'm going to start playing shows and write that fucking book, and you'll wish you wouldn't have done that. You'll want me back. I'll cut my hair and get better clothes. You'll fucking want the shit out of me.
He ends up sleeping back at Noah's with a group of people that are passed out around a futon.
That'll show them.
~*~
Kurt has realized that it takes forever for Nick to fall asleep. He just keeps saying nice things to him and won't shut up about anything, and Kurt just wants to cuddle and fall asleep. Maybe not even cuddle.
He just wants to text Mercedes and Rachel and be like, "GUESS WHAAAAAAT!," but that would possibly be too much information for a text. He'll tell them about it when they come here in a few weeks to spend the weekend with him and Blaine. He's really excited to see them. He thinks Blaine is, too.
Oh, god, Blaine. He probably wanted to sleep in his own bed, but Kurt had locked the door in wanting to have privacy with Nick. Maybe he just ended up sleeping with a kid from his film class.
Blaine was too competitive to not lose his virginity before Kurt. Why had he lied about sleeping with that stupid Scott kid? Kurt had been so upset and depressed after Blaine had told him he spent the night at Scottie's. Why was Blaine so good at making Kurt miserable?
But hey, you just had sex. You had SEX with Nick.
...I'm suddenly tired and my entire body aches in a good way.
"I just had sex with Nick Owens," Kurt says in disbelief.
Nick laughs and stares up at the ceiling, "Did you really? Wow, lucky guy. Where was I?"
Kurt turns on his side to look at him. "Was I good? Like, I mean, no. I know I wasn't. Sorry, I'm sorry."
Nick rolls over to stare at Kurt, his eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you think you weren't good? Kurt, you're wrong." Fuck. Now he regrets it, awesome.
Kurt buries his face in Nick's chest when he opens up an arm to wrap around him. "Well, you're the only one that's ever said they liked me. I'm 18, I've met plenty of people, so I must be unfuckable. OH MY GOD. I was Robin. Why did you let me have sex with you as Robin?"
Nick laughs and holds him closer, reaching a hand out to stroke the miserable boy's hair. Kurt figures it's dark and his hair is already messed up from foreplay, so he'll let the hair touching go. But just this one time.
Before Nick can say anything, Kurt reaches a hand out to rub his hand over Nick's abs, dipping his hand a little lower just because he can.
"Um, so do you work-out at the campus gym? ...Or are these just a permanent feature of getting to be Nick Owens?"
Nick smiles just slightly, not liking that Kurt is feeling insecure and now referring to his boyfriend by his first and last name.
"Yeah, I use the gym here. Why, did you want to go with me sometime?"
He thinks Kurt lifting weights would be hilarious. Kurt running...
"Oh, god, no. Never. But Blaine should join you! You need a work out buddy, don't you?"
Nick sighs, rolling on his back again. "Oh, great. Can we talk about Blaine more? I really love gushing over him after I've had sex..."
Kurt frowns, hitting Nick's arm lightly, "I only said his name like twice! He's my best friend, what do you expect?"
"Yeah, but the second we got back here you were all, 'Ha! Blaine's going to be so pissed that I'm sleeping with you! Hear that, Blaine? I'm having sex with Nick Owens. Beat that, Blaine fucking Anderson!’"
Kurt sighs, "Sorry. But you don't understand! I feel so proud of myself! Blaine's going to be so jealous..."
Nick just glares at nothing, "Yeah, I'm so proud that I took your virginity to make Blaine jealous. That was totally my thought process. Triple bonus points for making Blaine jealous. Go me."
Oh, shit.
"No! Nick..." Kurt forces the older boy to face him, kissing his chest as soon as Nick uncrosses his arms. "Just cuddle with me. I'll be an amazing boyfriend in the morning, okay? You'll see. I'll be great, just wait."
Nick smirks a little and sighs, bringing Kurt closer. "You're odd."
Kurt nods quickly and smiles, scooting into him. It felt weird having somebody wrap their arm around him, but Kurt liked feeling wanted.
He just isn't used to it.
He's used to Blaine.
There is just something that makes him feel... bad? Or maybe like he regretted something from tonight?
Not that he regrets Nick. Nick is great. Kurt likes being around him, too. He's a breath of fresh air from...
Kurt really doesn't want to finish that thought.
Happy Halloween to me... Or November 1st. But no, it is most definitely the night of October 31st, because losing my virginity on November 1st is LAME. It was totally Halloween. Fuck time.
They've stopped talking and Nick's asleep, but Kurt can't get to sleep just yet.
Why was he feeling off about this still?
The universe had thrust Nick Owens at him for god's sake. Many, many times in a row.
Oh, god. Kurt wished Nick wasn't asleep. He was ready to fuck Blaine out of his head for good.
And Nick would help him because he's a good friend.
He means boyfriend.
Oh my god. Now, I feel like Kirsten Dunst as Mary Jane Watson. FUCK. I just fucked Spider-Man. Now, I'm going to feel aroused every time I watch the movies. I can never watch them again. Thank god Superman's my favorite superhero.
Wait. No. Not anymore either.
FUCK THIS HALLOWEEN. BOYS ARE RUINING MY CHILDHOOD.
Chapter 5
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Hey, guys! Sorry about the long wait! (Okay, so maybe it was only 4 days, but in internet time that's basically two years.)
And while we're on the topic (weren't really on the topic, shh), is there any other special friends, let's say, that you'd like to see them with?
Any fluff or notsofluff that you wish to see our boys do in college?
I should tell you now that Klaine is endgame (plus sexy times. I mean, what?), but why not let it take a few times "to get it riiight..."
Okay, I'm done, sorry for the long post-A/N. *flies away*