Fic: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (5/9b)
Title: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (5/9b)
Rating (overall): NC-17 (R for this chapter, almost there! Baby steps!)
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: 4,755
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: Blaine decides to play dirty (sort of), Kurt really likes Nick, and as always, Nick's smarter than both of them.
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.
And a very special thanks to my beta, teaboytoaliens, who brightens my days and *insert amazing adjectives.*
Songs to consider for this chapter: "Better Together" by Jack Johnson - Blaine's playing on guitar when Kurt comes into the room
"Clark Gable" by The Postal Service - for Blaine's music video
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 3: Bad Romance
Brendon thought he'd never find someone to be himself around. When he started going to this new school called Dayton Academy for Bros, he learned quickly that his love of singing was welcomed, but he would have to conform to the school’s standards. He cut his hair and found his place in the Sparrows. The Sparrows were an all boys A Capella group from Dayton, and in following with their collective love of The Pirates of the Caribbean movies, for concerts they dressed up as pirates and did pirate-themed melodies as an honor to Jack Sparrow. It was lovely.
Brendon thought the actor, Johnny Depp, was super awesome and mega hot, so it worked out. This new school let him sing songs like "Coins, Coins, Coins" and even an impromptu performance of "Adult Nightmare" this one time. Brendon liked to sway and snap.
Then things changed. This Colin-kid showed up and then Brenfdsnfljdshlfkm0328u4p3 what fhchhfucukk
There's a knock at Blaine and Kurt's door.
Who would be here at 9 in the morning? Can't he or she see that I'm trying to write a fucking book?
Blaine sets his laptop down on his bed (he's saving his platonic Kurt journal exclusively for platonic-ness) and goes to open the door.
"...Nick, hey. What's up?" Looking sexy in your stupid green thermal, I see.
"Is Kurt here?" Nick asks a little worried.
"Hey to you, too."
Nick laughs lightly, "Sorry, he's mad at me right now, and he just texted me, so I thought he'd be here. Is he in class?"
"What'd you do? And yeah, he is." Don't you know his schedule by now? Ass.
Blaine finally takes his hand off the door to let Nick in, watching as he automatically goes over to Kurt's bed to sit down. Nick tells him that he gave Kurt a hickey too far up his neck and Kurt can't hide it this time.
He doesn't miss Blaine's look of disapproval.
He stays on the bed anyway. It's about time they had a talk about this.
"So, Blaine... You've known me longer than Kurt has. Do you think I'm a bad guy?"
"No, not at all--"
Nick interrupts Blaine before he can ask why, "Then why do you have such a problem with me?"
Nick's voice has gotten deeper since high school. Not as deep as Blaine's, however, but it's just-
Smoother and sexier, you sexy bastard.
Oh, right. Nick asked him a question.
"I don't have a problem with you?"
"Are you questioning yourself or wondering why I'm asking? Because if it's the second, I think you know why. You don't like that I'm with Kurt. I want to know why."
Blaine leans over his bed to grab his guitar, setting it on his lap.
"What? Nick, I don't have a problem with you, really. You're just dating my best friend. I'm not allowed to be a little protective?"
Nick smirks and shakes his head, leaning his elbows on his knees and lifting his chin up to look at Blaine. "Protective is fine, I'm just wondering why you haven't asked him out yet if you're in love with him."
!?!?!??!
When Blaine doesn't answer, Nick just nods slightly and stands up, walking over to the door.
"I really like him, Blaine. I just need to know if you're going to try to take him from me. And I might just try harder then, regardless, because I've heard some of the stuff you've said to him, and frankly, Kurt doesn't need to feel like shit anymore."
Before Nick leaves the room, Blaine quickly interjects, "I want him to be my lead actor in a music video I'm shooting for my film class. Is that alright?"
Nick turns around, confused, expecting Blaine to have defended himself. "Yeah, sure... What song are you using?"
"I don't know yet, I was just getting permission." Lies.
"Well, you don't need it from me, but thanks. ...See you around."
What the fuck.
~*~
After Kurt gets out of his morning classes, he decides to go back to his dorm instead of going straight to Nick's like he usually does. He should spend some time with Blaine. They've been around each other for the last few weeks but haven't been hanging out. It's about time.
When Kurt gets to their room, Blaine is sitting on Kurt's pillows, playing guitar. It's a nice simple, finger picking song, and Kurt can't help but smile when he goes to sit down on his bed with Blaine.
"There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song I could sing, but I can try for your heart..." He hears Blaine sing.
Kurt likes when Blaine tries to imitate Jack Johnson with his "mmmm's" and gentle head voice. Really, as long as Kurt doesn't have to doo-wop in the background, he likes hearing Blaine sing.
He really likes that Blaine has picked up the guitar lately, too. Not that Blaine wasn't already toned, but Kurt likes that his arms look slightly stronger from playing so often and then his hands.
Again with the warm, manly hands of Blaine Anderson. They are Kurt Hummel approved.
When Blaine slides down the bed next to Kurt, he leans the guitar towards him, pretending to serenade Kurt with his eyebrows raised and a small smirk playing on his face.
"You look so pretty sleeping next to me, but there is not enough time, and there is no song I could sing..."
Nick would look hot playing guitar. That's the only reason Kurt's feeling anxious right now.
Yeah.
Kurt blushes softly and looks away as Blaine sings the last lines, his guitar practically on top of Kurt, "And there is no combination of words I could say, but I will still tell you one thing--We're better together."
Fuck, okay. Cool. Now, why can't I say it instead of sing it?
Blaine laughs when the songs ends and scoots off Kurt's bed to place his guitar back on his own mattress. "Hey, sorry. 'Sup?"
Kurt smiles, liking that Blaine seems happy today, rather than his usual "I'm going to write all day and not pay attention to you and Nick" attitude.
"Just got out of class 'n wanted to see what you were up to. Have you been getting up this early to write lately?" Kurt asks, sliding his hand back on his own bed.
Blaine shrugs, going back over to his laptop and clicking on a word document that contains his "masterpiece."
They talk for a few minutes about what each other is going to be doing for the day, but then before Kurt leaves to go spend an hour with Nick before his next class, Blaine sits up straight to ask Kurt what he considers is an important question.
"Oh! Hey, wait! Can you act in my music video for film? I think you'd be really great, and you want to get used to being in the lime light, right? So, this is a perfect opportunity..."
Kurt turns around and slouches, sticking out his bottom lip to pout.
Blaine totally doesn't want to suck on it or anything.
"Why do you and Nick want me for everything? He wants me to do his photo assignment thing and you want me for this? You guys really need new friends."
Does he really, now? Hmm. Using him for your own project after I told you about mine, Owens? Interesting. Very interesting.
Blaine stands up, walking over to a pouting, lazy Kurt. "It's going to be a romantic song that I'll use, so I need you to act in it. Nobody else would look as nice on camera as you."
Kurt rolls his eyes. "You just want to use someone you're comfortable bossing around. I get it. But fine, I'll do it. What song?"
Uh... "I haven't chosen a song yet. You're supposed to wait until after you film it and then pick a song." Lies. Wow. This is a terrible lie, but at least you won't catch on to what I'm planning.
"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. How are you supposed to fit it just perfectly then? Your professor must suck."
Blaine shrugs, shaking his head like "What can ya do?"
Kurt tells him he's going to Nick's until class. Blaine plots more.
~*~
Nick has no problem on mornings like this when Kurt starts kissing him the second he opens his door.
He has no issue with kissing Kurt in the open room, knowing his roommate could walk in at any moment.
Absolutely nothing feels wrong about Kurt pulling him to the base of his bed and tugging at Nick's shirt, telling him to take it off.
He has no complaints either when Kurt's hands grace over his abs and then find their way passed his hip bones to undo his pants.
In fact he approves of Kurt sliding off the bed, telling Nick to sit on the edge of the bed in his boxer-briefs and then to lift his hips to take them off completely.
He likes Kurt's dominance, especially since Kurt's still getting used to being able to touch another person. He knows what he wants, but he's just not sure how to execute it properly. Yet.
When Kurt goes to wrap his lips around Nick's cock, all he can think about is that Kurt wants to be doing this.
He purposely came over at ten in the morning to suck my dick. ...My life, my choices... Both are immensely awesome right now.
Kurt is pretty. Nick would say the prettiest boy he's ever met by far. He wants to meet Kurt's dad and hug him for helping to make such an attractive son, but then again, Nick would probably say something inappropriate like, "Did you know how long Kurt can hold his breath? It's amazing, really."
But Kurt totally can. And don't even get him started on his 'Kurt Hummel Was Born To Suck Cock...As Soon As He Figures Out A Few Things' theory.
The way he sucks on the tip while trying to look to see Nick's facial expression is frustrating to Kurt when he realizes that he would have to take his mouth off of him completely to be able to see him straight from this angle.
Kurt also likes to think that he can moan clearly with Nick's cock completely in his mouth and that as long as he tries hard enough, he'll be able to deep throat him. It's not exactly happening. As mean as it may seem, Nick thinks it's entertaining to hear and feel Kurt choking on him. Like right now.
Kurt's making a slight-choked, gurgling sound, like he was trying to make a sexy sound but then found out that he was incapable of doing so. Nick would laugh if he wasn't so turned on by the fact that Kurt Hummel is sucking his fucking dick.
In fact, nothing is wrong with this entire scenario until Kurt takes a moment to breathe, and then in that moment of breathing he of course has to say:
"Sorry, but before I forget, Blaine wants me for his music video for Saturday."
But all Nick hears is: "I've stopped sucking you off to talk about Blaine, mwahahaha!" and also "Blaine wants me."
Talk about boner kill of the century.
He's able to push it out of his mind for a few more minutes, and then luckily, Kurt doesn't mention it again until they've been lying down on Nick's bed.
When they kiss, Nick gets slightly turned on when he tastes himself on Kurt, but more than that, by the acknowledgment that Kurt Hummel likes to suck my dick on an every-other-day basis.
They've set up a system. It's November 14th, a Thursday, and so for the last two weeks Nick and Kurt have started developing a "sex schedule." Kurt prefers quickies in the morning, so he feels like a man the entire day, and Nick enjoys the nighttime because it's more intimate.
"Are you still going to do the photoshoot with me after Thanksgiving break?" Nick asks, his head leaning on Kurt's as they're lying down.
"Yes, of course, I'm excited," but then, "I think Blaine wants to do his on Saturday."
"Oh, cool. Are you excited?"
Kurt shifts his head to stare at Nick, tilting his chin slightly to give him attitude. "Not as excited as I am for you to take creepy pictures of me looking sexy."
He kisses Nick's cheek and smiles. "You both need to stop being jealous of each other, or really, he needs to stop being jealous of me. I have the sexiest boyfriend in all of Ohio. Probably the world. I will go with 'world' on this one."
But Nick is on a role this week with bringing up needed topics of discussion.
"Doesn't it ever piss you off that he never even tried to go out with you? Like, he really just didn't like you, and you're like, 'What the fuck, dude? Don't you at least want to use me for sex or something?' I don't know. It'd piss me off."
Kurt stares up at the ceiling, his eyebrows raised in astonishment. "Wow, yeah. That's exactly what I used to think."
Nick smiles lightly, "Yeah, Jeff really liked me. I know how Blaine feels, though. So, I'm the bad guy, too."
Kurt sits up and looks over at his boyfriend with his mouth agape. "Oh my god! You are such a jerk, Nick! How could you deny that cute little Jeff bundle? He's so cute and blond and cute! ...If I didn't love your dick, I'd hate you right now..."
Nick laughs, but then his smile lessens as he thinks of his best friend, feeling sudden guilt.
"Yeah, it was a year after you guys left when he told me he loved me. Though by then I had already established him as a friend, and I couldn't shake the difference, you know? I mean, we're good now, but he's trying hard to be all 'buddy-buddy,' and I still can't talk about other guys around him. Like, honestly, he only knows we're dating and nothing else. I haven't been able to talk to anyone about our sex-capades. It's so disheartening."
Kurt smirks, rolling his eyes as he puts a hand on Nick's chest to prop himself up to look down at him. "Then why don't you try to go out with him?"
Nick's about to state the obvious when Kurt laughs and quickly realizes, "Wait! Oops. I'm dating you. Never mind, sorry."
Nick smirks and leans his head into the crook of Kurt's neck to gently lay kisses there. "What, did you forget?"
Kurt leans into him, smiling, and then grins when Nick remembers that "Oh! And Jeff's coming up the same weekend after Thanksgiving, the same as Rachel and Mercedes. Isn't that great?"
Kurt jerks his head away only to grab Nick's face with great enthusiasm. "YES! Oh my god, Nick! It's going to be so much fun!"
~*~
He's supposed to meet Blaine underneath a bridge in the park by campus. He still has no idea what song he's using for the video. Probably some shitty emo Blaine mus--OOHHH MYY GOD.
"Blaine! What the fuck! Your HAIR!"
Blaine's hair is gelled back and is short, reminding Kurt of a very, very specific period in his Blaine timeline.
"Yeah, I just thought it was about time. I feel like I'm at Dalton right now," Blaine laughs.
He's in a suit, the one Blaine’s mom told him to “take to school just in case you want to take Kurt on a nice date.” Though Blaine’s parents aren’t really cheering for Blaine to date guys, his mother would flat out die if she knew how ungentlemanly her son had become over these last few years. Blaine wasn’t a bright, innocent 16-year-old boy that had tried to make everything seem perfect in his not-so-perfect life anymore. He had grown up and realized the world wasn’t as friendly, and consequently, had become bitter himself.
Kurt missed the Blaine on the stairway that had grabbed his hand and had stared at him for an entire impromptu performance of Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream.” And soon they wouldn’t even be teenagers anymore, so fuck that song, it could never come true. Blaine just needed him for his stupid assignment and then would go back to secretly pouting that he didn’t have a boyfriend like Kurt does. Fuck him.
Fuck him for telling him to stand by this damn white birch tree. Fuck him for wearing a mother fucking suit and cutting his hair (now Kurt couldn't sleep on it--he was getting so used to the fluffy curls!). Fuck him for smelling good today, and smirking, and telling Kurt to make all these dumb facial expressions--"Give me your best bitch face" or "Okay, now look kind of off to the side--NO! Kurt, don't look at the camera! ...But okay, look like you just got swooned so hard. We're doing close-ups right now."
And fuck him for everything else he's ever not done to Kurt and--What?
Blaine sets the camera down on the tripod, shifts the camera to look over at the tree, and then walks over to Kurt.
"I'm going to kiss you, okay? Just a light-whatever kiss. I'm using a love song."
Kurt hides his sudden nervousness under his glare. "Why didn't you just get someone else for this then? You really want to kiss me, don't you?"
He smirks until Blaine is smirking back at him and saying, "Yeah."
Um, okay... You're weird, Blaine.
Kurt watches Blaine go back over to the camera to set the timer, and then he rushes back over to Kurt by the tree. He smiles and starts grinning at a very perplexed Hummel.
"I'm the gentleman in this video, if you haven't noticed, so I'm going to sweep you off your feet if you don't mind."
Why is Kurt's heart beating so fast? It doesn't even beat this hard when he's fucking--An activity that requires a lot of energy, sometimes. Like, seriously, Blaine?
Blaine leans in to kiss him, making sure that Kurt's head is more in the shot than his own.
Fuckmylife, fuckmylife, fuckmyyy--
He presses his lips to Kurt's, a hand automatically going to the side of his face that isn't facing the camera. Their bodies aren't pressed together at this point, but when Blaine kisses him harder, lightly sucking in Kurt's bottom lip, the distance between them closes instantly.
Kurt imagines that time has stopped in all realms of time and space, but the recording of the camera gives proof that time is most definitely still moving. Therefore, he hasn't frozen for good and hasn't died just now.
Blaine pulls his lips back, but instead just presses his forehead to Kurt's, causing the other boy to smile and rub Blaine's cheek with his thumb.
If you were to ask him later, Kurt would tell you that it was purely instinctual. Not his fault for touching Blaine's face. At all.
They stay like that until Blaine tells him that he thinks he has everything he wants for the video, and then Kurt excuses himself, saying that he should probably go over to Nick's.
Blaine stares after him, turning his head to glare back at the tree where Kurt's body was moments before.
He just kissed him for real and Kurt's leaving to go to Nick's. Awesome.
"I need you to believe that we are in love again."
Will he agree to?
Blaine doesn't know. Just keep walking, Kurt.
While his plans to sweep Kurt off his feet worked for a whole two minutes, it wasn't good enough. Maybe it shouldn't be that easy. Blaine likes challenges.
But right now he's frustrated, possibly sexually, so he goes to edit his video before he feels like burning the entire camera just because Kurt didn't want him.
Kurt doesn't want him, obviously. He's got sexy Nick.
But whatever. Blaine's going to play songs and get extremely busy being awesome and forget about Kurt. He thinks now that maybe his fro-like hair was a little too comical, but now he's got it at a length that is short but isn't too short. He thinks he looks pretty good. Minus the hair gel. Why the fuck did he wear his hair like this when he was 16? What sane 16-year-old boy does this?
I was going to be like mother fucking Clark Gable? Really?
Fuck that. Blaine Anderson is going to play dirty. Maybe even talk dirty.
He is so ready.
He's still angry, though, and as soon as he gets to his room and shuts the door, he's able to express his anger.
"FINE, NICK. FINE. YOU CAN FUCKING HAVE HIM. You Warbler FUCK."
He needs to talk to somebody about his plans being ruined. He needs a friend that isn't someone he wants to see naked.
Blaine texts Rachel.
you guys need to get up here asap. i miss you and cedes so much, booberry.
When Rachel asks why, Blaine just replies: kurt's being a boy.
~*~
A week later, a day before they leave for Thanksgiving break, Blaine has already shown his video to his film class and has gotten it back on a burned CD. Kurt's coming from Nick's to watch it on Blaine's laptop.
"What song is this?" Kurt asks.
Remember, you're playing dirty.
"I don't know. Listen."
Kurt doesn't know the song, but he knows it's the singer from Death Cab for Cutie that he hears, only it sounds a little different from the music the band usually plays--more electronic sounding and Kurt wants to describe it as misty. Sure.
"Is this The Postal Service?"
Blaine nods, eyes still on the video. Kurt can only pay attention to the strand of his own hair that is falling in front of his face in the video. It would.
When the music gets to the verse about Clark Gable, he knows that Blaine knew all along that he wanted to use this song. That's the reason he cut his hair, gelled it, wore a suit, and then kissed Kurt "in a style Clark Gable would have admired." Oh, yeah? Fuck that.
Kurt turns away from Blaine after the kissing scene and scoots off the bed, Blaine quickly standing up to ask him what's the matter.
"I'm not doing this again," Kurt says, motioning his hand to the video, when really he means something else.
Blaine meets him over by the door, firmly keeping his hand on it to keep Kurt from leaving. When Kurt looks in Blaine's eyes, he's not sure if he's going to start yelling or pleading.
"You don't love him," Blaine says with serious desperation in his voice.
Kurt can feel the heat on his neck rise, can feel himself getting upset, especially when Blaine moves his arm to wrap around Kurt's waist. He suddenly hates himself for liking Blaine's strong grip on him; he hates himself more when Blaine presses himself into Kurt, causing him to whimper. Though, he can't break his stare from the large, dark eyes holding him in place. He can't.
"You love me."
When Kurt puts a hand on the back of his neck, Blaine takes it as a sign to go further. He presses Kurt harder against the door and starts grinding into him, his lips automatically attaching themselves to Kurt's neck in soft bites and kisses.
Kurt's eyes flutter closed, but now he's unable to move, unable to really understand what he's feeling. He feels sick.
"N-No, please, stop."
Blaine immediately backs off, terrified that he just did something he really shouldn't have. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't--" But I did.
Kurt slides off the door, gripping the knob tightly, partially to keep himself up. "I really liked you. I do love you, b-but I can't do this to Nick. I can't do this to me either."
Blaine backs off more, seeing that Kurt's about to leave him here. His jaw clenches. "But I'm in love with you. I can't stop."
Kurt lets out a shaky sigh. "Can't stop or won't?"
"Won't."
Kurt shakes his head, opening the door quickly, "I don't believe you. I'm going to Nick's. Please don't try and stop me."
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It's a late Wednesday afternoon and there are plenty of people coming and going from the dorm building, getting ready to go home for the short Thanksgiving break.
There are all these people, and yet Kurt doesn't see a single face. He just needs to get to Nick's, needs to tell him what happened.
What's happening?
~*~
When Nick opens his door, he expects Kurt to kiss him like usual, but what he greets is a tear-stricken, glossy eyed boy that immediately storms into the room.
Nick almost snaps his head trying to see where Kurt's going, but when he sees Kurt force himself onto Nick's bed with his arms folded, the older boy just quickly shuts the door and meets Kurt at the foot of his bed.
"Kurt, what the fuck happened? Are you alright?"
So Kurt tells him that he's not alright, and then proceeds to tell him exactly why that is.
"Whoa! Fuck Blaine! I'm sorry, I have to go kick his ass now."
"No! You are not! Please, just sit down. We need to talk, please, just... sit."
Nick sits down begrudgingly so, the anger still present on his face. "We've been going out for less than four weeks and Blaine really can't handle it? What the hell is his problem?"
Kurt just shrugs and shakes his head, "Apparently he's in love with me."
Nick almost looks surprised that Blaine finally admitted it to him. He's not at all pleased about it though. And Kurt is taking this dangerously seriously.
Kurt sighs after he tries to wipe the tears off his cheeks. "Blaine doesn't know what he wants. He's made it clear plenty of times before that he doesn't want me, and now he's just saying this because I have you."
"But do I have you?"
Kurt looks at him innocently, perhaps a moment too long.
Insert gut-kicking to Nick's stomach.
He sighs and steadily places his hand over one of Kurt's.
"Kurt, since we were talking about best friends earlier, I mean, it has gotten me thinking..."
Insert Nick regretting his life choices and decisions right here.
"Now, like, I really like you... You're so-" He bites his lip and moves into him a little more, "-hot, and beautiful, and awesome, and you're hilarious. But if you think you might still like Blaine, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this right now."
Kurt immediately frowns, leaning himself more towards Nick. "Really? You're breaking up with me?"
Nick laughs softly, doing alright at covering his slowly breaking heart. (He thinks he'll manage though. He'll need to since Kurt will no doubt be coming to him for more tips on how to piss Blaine off.)
"I believe you're breaking up with me. Don't make me the bad guy..."
Kurt continues frowning and leans in to kiss him lightly on the lips. "But I really like you, too..."
For a moment, Nick wants to take back what he's saying and kiss him hard and just convince Kurt that he can go kick Blaine's ass after they have sex. But this time, he just stares at him and smirks softly, raising an eyebrow. "That'll come in handy."
Kurt still looks emotionally exhausted, but he manages a small, playful smile. "What for?"
"For when you and Blaine have impulsive break ups and you want sex."
Kurt just scoffs and playfully pushes him away, earning a laugh from the other boy. "Yes, you're too hot for your own good."
Nick exaggeratedly shrugs, his eyes straining to look sarcastic and optimistic. "Apparently Blaine's cooler than me, though, so..."
When Nick picks up a textbook and a pencil, Kurt takes the hint that he should probably be leaving. Nick's homework is kind of his go-to excuse to make someone leave his room.
Kurt really doesn't want to break up with Nick, but what the hell was that with Blaine? If Nick's giving him the opportunity to figure his head out, then he might as well not try to fight it today.
He just nods sarcastically as he's about to leave. "Oh, yeah, you know... Those hobbits just tempt me so much!"
Shit.
Chapter 6
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You guys continue to be awesome! Sorry I take forever with updates!
And I apologize for the lack of legit sexy times, there will be some coming up shortly, possibly even in the next chapter! ;)
Rating (overall): NC-17 (R for this chapter, almost there! Baby steps!)
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: 4,755
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: Blaine decides to play dirty (sort of), Kurt really likes Nick, and as always, Nick's smarter than both of them.
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.
And a very special thanks to my beta, teaboytoaliens, who brightens my days and *insert amazing adjectives.*
Songs to consider for this chapter: "Better Together" by Jack Johnson - Blaine's playing on guitar when Kurt comes into the room
"Clark Gable" by The Postal Service - for Blaine's music video
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 3: Bad Romance
Brendon thought he'd never find someone to be himself around. When he started going to this new school called Dayton Academy for Bros, he learned quickly that his love of singing was welcomed, but he would have to conform to the school’s standards. He cut his hair and found his place in the Sparrows. The Sparrows were an all boys A Capella group from Dayton, and in following with their collective love of The Pirates of the Caribbean movies, for concerts they dressed up as pirates and did pirate-themed melodies as an honor to Jack Sparrow. It was lovely.
Brendon thought the actor, Johnny Depp, was super awesome and mega hot, so it worked out. This new school let him sing songs like "Coins, Coins, Coins" and even an impromptu performance of "Adult Nightmare" this one time. Brendon liked to sway and snap.
Then things changed. This Colin-kid showed up and then Brenfdsnfljdshlfkm0328u4p3 what fhchhfucukk
There's a knock at Blaine and Kurt's door.
Who would be here at 9 in the morning? Can't he or she see that I'm trying to write a fucking book?
Blaine sets his laptop down on his bed (he's saving his platonic Kurt journal exclusively for platonic-ness) and goes to open the door.
"...Nick, hey. What's up?" Looking sexy in your stupid green thermal, I see.
"Is Kurt here?" Nick asks a little worried.
"Hey to you, too."
Nick laughs lightly, "Sorry, he's mad at me right now, and he just texted me, so I thought he'd be here. Is he in class?"
"What'd you do? And yeah, he is." Don't you know his schedule by now? Ass.
Blaine finally takes his hand off the door to let Nick in, watching as he automatically goes over to Kurt's bed to sit down. Nick tells him that he gave Kurt a hickey too far up his neck and Kurt can't hide it this time.
He doesn't miss Blaine's look of disapproval.
He stays on the bed anyway. It's about time they had a talk about this.
"So, Blaine... You've known me longer than Kurt has. Do you think I'm a bad guy?"
"No, not at all--"
Nick interrupts Blaine before he can ask why, "Then why do you have such a problem with me?"
Nick's voice has gotten deeper since high school. Not as deep as Blaine's, however, but it's just-
Smoother and sexier, you sexy bastard.
Oh, right. Nick asked him a question.
"I don't have a problem with you?"
"Are you questioning yourself or wondering why I'm asking? Because if it's the second, I think you know why. You don't like that I'm with Kurt. I want to know why."
Blaine leans over his bed to grab his guitar, setting it on his lap.
"What? Nick, I don't have a problem with you, really. You're just dating my best friend. I'm not allowed to be a little protective?"
Nick smirks and shakes his head, leaning his elbows on his knees and lifting his chin up to look at Blaine. "Protective is fine, I'm just wondering why you haven't asked him out yet if you're in love with him."
!?!?!??!
When Blaine doesn't answer, Nick just nods slightly and stands up, walking over to the door.
"I really like him, Blaine. I just need to know if you're going to try to take him from me. And I might just try harder then, regardless, because I've heard some of the stuff you've said to him, and frankly, Kurt doesn't need to feel like shit anymore."
Before Nick leaves the room, Blaine quickly interjects, "I want him to be my lead actor in a music video I'm shooting for my film class. Is that alright?"
Nick turns around, confused, expecting Blaine to have defended himself. "Yeah, sure... What song are you using?"
"I don't know yet, I was just getting permission." Lies.
"Well, you don't need it from me, but thanks. ...See you around."
What the fuck.
~*~
After Kurt gets out of his morning classes, he decides to go back to his dorm instead of going straight to Nick's like he usually does. He should spend some time with Blaine. They've been around each other for the last few weeks but haven't been hanging out. It's about time.
When Kurt gets to their room, Blaine is sitting on Kurt's pillows, playing guitar. It's a nice simple, finger picking song, and Kurt can't help but smile when he goes to sit down on his bed with Blaine.
"There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song I could sing, but I can try for your heart..." He hears Blaine sing.
Kurt likes when Blaine tries to imitate Jack Johnson with his "mmmm's" and gentle head voice. Really, as long as Kurt doesn't have to doo-wop in the background, he likes hearing Blaine sing.
He really likes that Blaine has picked up the guitar lately, too. Not that Blaine wasn't already toned, but Kurt likes that his arms look slightly stronger from playing so often and then his hands.
Again with the warm, manly hands of Blaine Anderson. They are Kurt Hummel approved.
When Blaine slides down the bed next to Kurt, he leans the guitar towards him, pretending to serenade Kurt with his eyebrows raised and a small smirk playing on his face.
"You look so pretty sleeping next to me, but there is not enough time, and there is no song I could sing..."
Nick would look hot playing guitar. That's the only reason Kurt's feeling anxious right now.
Yeah.
Kurt blushes softly and looks away as Blaine sings the last lines, his guitar practically on top of Kurt, "And there is no combination of words I could say, but I will still tell you one thing--We're better together."
Fuck, okay. Cool. Now, why can't I say it instead of sing it?
Blaine laughs when the songs ends and scoots off Kurt's bed to place his guitar back on his own mattress. "Hey, sorry. 'Sup?"
Kurt smiles, liking that Blaine seems happy today, rather than his usual "I'm going to write all day and not pay attention to you and Nick" attitude.
"Just got out of class 'n wanted to see what you were up to. Have you been getting up this early to write lately?" Kurt asks, sliding his hand back on his own bed.
Blaine shrugs, going back over to his laptop and clicking on a word document that contains his "masterpiece."
They talk for a few minutes about what each other is going to be doing for the day, but then before Kurt leaves to go spend an hour with Nick before his next class, Blaine sits up straight to ask Kurt what he considers is an important question.
"Oh! Hey, wait! Can you act in my music video for film? I think you'd be really great, and you want to get used to being in the lime light, right? So, this is a perfect opportunity..."
Kurt turns around and slouches, sticking out his bottom lip to pout.
Blaine totally doesn't want to suck on it or anything.
"Why do you and Nick want me for everything? He wants me to do his photo assignment thing and you want me for this? You guys really need new friends."
Does he really, now? Hmm. Using him for your own project after I told you about mine, Owens? Interesting. Very interesting.
Blaine stands up, walking over to a pouting, lazy Kurt. "It's going to be a romantic song that I'll use, so I need you to act in it. Nobody else would look as nice on camera as you."
Kurt rolls his eyes. "You just want to use someone you're comfortable bossing around. I get it. But fine, I'll do it. What song?"
Uh... "I haven't chosen a song yet. You're supposed to wait until after you film it and then pick a song." Lies. Wow. This is a terrible lie, but at least you won't catch on to what I'm planning.
"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. How are you supposed to fit it just perfectly then? Your professor must suck."
Blaine shrugs, shaking his head like "What can ya do?"
Kurt tells him he's going to Nick's until class. Blaine plots more.
~*~
Nick has no problem on mornings like this when Kurt starts kissing him the second he opens his door.
He has no issue with kissing Kurt in the open room, knowing his roommate could walk in at any moment.
Absolutely nothing feels wrong about Kurt pulling him to the base of his bed and tugging at Nick's shirt, telling him to take it off.
He has no complaints either when Kurt's hands grace over his abs and then find their way passed his hip bones to undo his pants.
In fact he approves of Kurt sliding off the bed, telling Nick to sit on the edge of the bed in his boxer-briefs and then to lift his hips to take them off completely.
He likes Kurt's dominance, especially since Kurt's still getting used to being able to touch another person. He knows what he wants, but he's just not sure how to execute it properly. Yet.
When Kurt goes to wrap his lips around Nick's cock, all he can think about is that Kurt wants to be doing this.
He purposely came over at ten in the morning to suck my dick. ...My life, my choices... Both are immensely awesome right now.
Kurt is pretty. Nick would say the prettiest boy he's ever met by far. He wants to meet Kurt's dad and hug him for helping to make such an attractive son, but then again, Nick would probably say something inappropriate like, "Did you know how long Kurt can hold his breath? It's amazing, really."
But Kurt totally can. And don't even get him started on his 'Kurt Hummel Was Born To Suck Cock...As Soon As He Figures Out A Few Things' theory.
The way he sucks on the tip while trying to look to see Nick's facial expression is frustrating to Kurt when he realizes that he would have to take his mouth off of him completely to be able to see him straight from this angle.
Kurt also likes to think that he can moan clearly with Nick's cock completely in his mouth and that as long as he tries hard enough, he'll be able to deep throat him. It's not exactly happening. As mean as it may seem, Nick thinks it's entertaining to hear and feel Kurt choking on him. Like right now.
Kurt's making a slight-choked, gurgling sound, like he was trying to make a sexy sound but then found out that he was incapable of doing so. Nick would laugh if he wasn't so turned on by the fact that Kurt Hummel is sucking his fucking dick.
In fact, nothing is wrong with this entire scenario until Kurt takes a moment to breathe, and then in that moment of breathing he of course has to say:
"Sorry, but before I forget, Blaine wants me for his music video for Saturday."
But all Nick hears is: "I've stopped sucking you off to talk about Blaine, mwahahaha!" and also "Blaine wants me."
Talk about boner kill of the century.
He's able to push it out of his mind for a few more minutes, and then luckily, Kurt doesn't mention it again until they've been lying down on Nick's bed.
When they kiss, Nick gets slightly turned on when he tastes himself on Kurt, but more than that, by the acknowledgment that Kurt Hummel likes to suck my dick on an every-other-day basis.
They've set up a system. It's November 14th, a Thursday, and so for the last two weeks Nick and Kurt have started developing a "sex schedule." Kurt prefers quickies in the morning, so he feels like a man the entire day, and Nick enjoys the nighttime because it's more intimate.
"Are you still going to do the photoshoot with me after Thanksgiving break?" Nick asks, his head leaning on Kurt's as they're lying down.
"Yes, of course, I'm excited," but then, "I think Blaine wants to do his on Saturday."
"Oh, cool. Are you excited?"
Kurt shifts his head to stare at Nick, tilting his chin slightly to give him attitude. "Not as excited as I am for you to take creepy pictures of me looking sexy."
He kisses Nick's cheek and smiles. "You both need to stop being jealous of each other, or really, he needs to stop being jealous of me. I have the sexiest boyfriend in all of Ohio. Probably the world. I will go with 'world' on this one."
But Nick is on a role this week with bringing up needed topics of discussion.
"Doesn't it ever piss you off that he never even tried to go out with you? Like, he really just didn't like you, and you're like, 'What the fuck, dude? Don't you at least want to use me for sex or something?' I don't know. It'd piss me off."
Kurt stares up at the ceiling, his eyebrows raised in astonishment. "Wow, yeah. That's exactly what I used to think."
Nick smiles lightly, "Yeah, Jeff really liked me. I know how Blaine feels, though. So, I'm the bad guy, too."
Kurt sits up and looks over at his boyfriend with his mouth agape. "Oh my god! You are such a jerk, Nick! How could you deny that cute little Jeff bundle? He's so cute and blond and cute! ...If I didn't love your dick, I'd hate you right now..."
Nick laughs, but then his smile lessens as he thinks of his best friend, feeling sudden guilt.
"Yeah, it was a year after you guys left when he told me he loved me. Though by then I had already established him as a friend, and I couldn't shake the difference, you know? I mean, we're good now, but he's trying hard to be all 'buddy-buddy,' and I still can't talk about other guys around him. Like, honestly, he only knows we're dating and nothing else. I haven't been able to talk to anyone about our sex-capades. It's so disheartening."
Kurt smirks, rolling his eyes as he puts a hand on Nick's chest to prop himself up to look down at him. "Then why don't you try to go out with him?"
Nick's about to state the obvious when Kurt laughs and quickly realizes, "Wait! Oops. I'm dating you. Never mind, sorry."
Nick smirks and leans his head into the crook of Kurt's neck to gently lay kisses there. "What, did you forget?"
Kurt leans into him, smiling, and then grins when Nick remembers that "Oh! And Jeff's coming up the same weekend after Thanksgiving, the same as Rachel and Mercedes. Isn't that great?"
Kurt jerks his head away only to grab Nick's face with great enthusiasm. "YES! Oh my god, Nick! It's going to be so much fun!"
~*~
He's supposed to meet Blaine underneath a bridge in the park by campus. He still has no idea what song he's using for the video. Probably some shitty emo Blaine mus--OOHHH MYY GOD.
"Blaine! What the fuck! Your HAIR!"
Blaine's hair is gelled back and is short, reminding Kurt of a very, very specific period in his Blaine timeline.
"Yeah, I just thought it was about time. I feel like I'm at Dalton right now," Blaine laughs.
He's in a suit, the one Blaine’s mom told him to “take to school just in case you want to take Kurt on a nice date.” Though Blaine’s parents aren’t really cheering for Blaine to date guys, his mother would flat out die if she knew how ungentlemanly her son had become over these last few years. Blaine wasn’t a bright, innocent 16-year-old boy that had tried to make everything seem perfect in his not-so-perfect life anymore. He had grown up and realized the world wasn’t as friendly, and consequently, had become bitter himself.
Kurt missed the Blaine on the stairway that had grabbed his hand and had stared at him for an entire impromptu performance of Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream.” And soon they wouldn’t even be teenagers anymore, so fuck that song, it could never come true. Blaine just needed him for his stupid assignment and then would go back to secretly pouting that he didn’t have a boyfriend like Kurt does. Fuck him.
Fuck him for telling him to stand by this damn white birch tree. Fuck him for wearing a mother fucking suit and cutting his hair (now Kurt couldn't sleep on it--he was getting so used to the fluffy curls!). Fuck him for smelling good today, and smirking, and telling Kurt to make all these dumb facial expressions--"Give me your best bitch face" or "Okay, now look kind of off to the side--NO! Kurt, don't look at the camera! ...But okay, look like you just got swooned so hard. We're doing close-ups right now."
And fuck him for everything else he's ever not done to Kurt and--What?
Blaine sets the camera down on the tripod, shifts the camera to look over at the tree, and then walks over to Kurt.
"I'm going to kiss you, okay? Just a light-whatever kiss. I'm using a love song."
Kurt hides his sudden nervousness under his glare. "Why didn't you just get someone else for this then? You really want to kiss me, don't you?"
He smirks until Blaine is smirking back at him and saying, "Yeah."
Um, okay... You're weird, Blaine.
Kurt watches Blaine go back over to the camera to set the timer, and then he rushes back over to Kurt by the tree. He smiles and starts grinning at a very perplexed Hummel.
"I'm the gentleman in this video, if you haven't noticed, so I'm going to sweep you off your feet if you don't mind."
Why is Kurt's heart beating so fast? It doesn't even beat this hard when he's fucking--An activity that requires a lot of energy, sometimes. Like, seriously, Blaine?
Blaine leans in to kiss him, making sure that Kurt's head is more in the shot than his own.
Fuckmylife, fuckmylife, fuckmyyy--
He presses his lips to Kurt's, a hand automatically going to the side of his face that isn't facing the camera. Their bodies aren't pressed together at this point, but when Blaine kisses him harder, lightly sucking in Kurt's bottom lip, the distance between them closes instantly.
Kurt imagines that time has stopped in all realms of time and space, but the recording of the camera gives proof that time is most definitely still moving. Therefore, he hasn't frozen for good and hasn't died just now.
Blaine pulls his lips back, but instead just presses his forehead to Kurt's, causing the other boy to smile and rub Blaine's cheek with his thumb.
If you were to ask him later, Kurt would tell you that it was purely instinctual. Not his fault for touching Blaine's face. At all.
They stay like that until Blaine tells him that he thinks he has everything he wants for the video, and then Kurt excuses himself, saying that he should probably go over to Nick's.
Blaine stares after him, turning his head to glare back at the tree where Kurt's body was moments before.
He just kissed him for real and Kurt's leaving to go to Nick's. Awesome.
"I need you to believe that we are in love again."
Will he agree to?
Blaine doesn't know. Just keep walking, Kurt.
While his plans to sweep Kurt off his feet worked for a whole two minutes, it wasn't good enough. Maybe it shouldn't be that easy. Blaine likes challenges.
But right now he's frustrated, possibly sexually, so he goes to edit his video before he feels like burning the entire camera just because Kurt didn't want him.
Kurt doesn't want him, obviously. He's got sexy Nick.
But whatever. Blaine's going to play songs and get extremely busy being awesome and forget about Kurt. He thinks now that maybe his fro-like hair was a little too comical, but now he's got it at a length that is short but isn't too short. He thinks he looks pretty good. Minus the hair gel. Why the fuck did he wear his hair like this when he was 16? What sane 16-year-old boy does this?
I was going to be like mother fucking Clark Gable? Really?
Fuck that. Blaine Anderson is going to play dirty. Maybe even talk dirty.
He is so ready.
He's still angry, though, and as soon as he gets to his room and shuts the door, he's able to express his anger.
"FINE, NICK. FINE. YOU CAN FUCKING HAVE HIM. You Warbler FUCK."
He needs to talk to somebody about his plans being ruined. He needs a friend that isn't someone he wants to see naked.
Blaine texts Rachel.
you guys need to get up here asap. i miss you and cedes so much, booberry.
When Rachel asks why, Blaine just replies: kurt's being a boy.
~*~
A week later, a day before they leave for Thanksgiving break, Blaine has already shown his video to his film class and has gotten it back on a burned CD. Kurt's coming from Nick's to watch it on Blaine's laptop.
"What song is this?" Kurt asks.
Remember, you're playing dirty.
"I don't know. Listen."
Kurt doesn't know the song, but he knows it's the singer from Death Cab for Cutie that he hears, only it sounds a little different from the music the band usually plays--more electronic sounding and Kurt wants to describe it as misty. Sure.
"Is this The Postal Service?"
Blaine nods, eyes still on the video. Kurt can only pay attention to the strand of his own hair that is falling in front of his face in the video. It would.
When the music gets to the verse about Clark Gable, he knows that Blaine knew all along that he wanted to use this song. That's the reason he cut his hair, gelled it, wore a suit, and then kissed Kurt "in a style Clark Gable would have admired." Oh, yeah? Fuck that.
Kurt turns away from Blaine after the kissing scene and scoots off the bed, Blaine quickly standing up to ask him what's the matter.
"I'm not doing this again," Kurt says, motioning his hand to the video, when really he means something else.
Blaine meets him over by the door, firmly keeping his hand on it to keep Kurt from leaving. When Kurt looks in Blaine's eyes, he's not sure if he's going to start yelling or pleading.
"You don't love him," Blaine says with serious desperation in his voice.
Kurt can feel the heat on his neck rise, can feel himself getting upset, especially when Blaine moves his arm to wrap around Kurt's waist. He suddenly hates himself for liking Blaine's strong grip on him; he hates himself more when Blaine presses himself into Kurt, causing him to whimper. Though, he can't break his stare from the large, dark eyes holding him in place. He can't.
"You love me."
When Kurt puts a hand on the back of his neck, Blaine takes it as a sign to go further. He presses Kurt harder against the door and starts grinding into him, his lips automatically attaching themselves to Kurt's neck in soft bites and kisses.
Kurt's eyes flutter closed, but now he's unable to move, unable to really understand what he's feeling. He feels sick.
"N-No, please, stop."
Blaine immediately backs off, terrified that he just did something he really shouldn't have. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't--" But I did.
Kurt slides off the door, gripping the knob tightly, partially to keep himself up. "I really liked you. I do love you, b-but I can't do this to Nick. I can't do this to me either."
Blaine backs off more, seeing that Kurt's about to leave him here. His jaw clenches. "But I'm in love with you. I can't stop."
Kurt lets out a shaky sigh. "Can't stop or won't?"
"Won't."
Kurt shakes his head, opening the door quickly, "I don't believe you. I'm going to Nick's. Please don't try and stop me."
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It's a late Wednesday afternoon and there are plenty of people coming and going from the dorm building, getting ready to go home for the short Thanksgiving break.
There are all these people, and yet Kurt doesn't see a single face. He just needs to get to Nick's, needs to tell him what happened.
What's happening?
~*~
When Nick opens his door, he expects Kurt to kiss him like usual, but what he greets is a tear-stricken, glossy eyed boy that immediately storms into the room.
Nick almost snaps his head trying to see where Kurt's going, but when he sees Kurt force himself onto Nick's bed with his arms folded, the older boy just quickly shuts the door and meets Kurt at the foot of his bed.
"Kurt, what the fuck happened? Are you alright?"
So Kurt tells him that he's not alright, and then proceeds to tell him exactly why that is.
"Whoa! Fuck Blaine! I'm sorry, I have to go kick his ass now."
"No! You are not! Please, just sit down. We need to talk, please, just... sit."
Nick sits down begrudgingly so, the anger still present on his face. "We've been going out for less than four weeks and Blaine really can't handle it? What the hell is his problem?"
Kurt just shrugs and shakes his head, "Apparently he's in love with me."
Nick almost looks surprised that Blaine finally admitted it to him. He's not at all pleased about it though. And Kurt is taking this dangerously seriously.
Kurt sighs after he tries to wipe the tears off his cheeks. "Blaine doesn't know what he wants. He's made it clear plenty of times before that he doesn't want me, and now he's just saying this because I have you."
"But do I have you?"
Kurt looks at him innocently, perhaps a moment too long.
Insert gut-kicking to Nick's stomach.
He sighs and steadily places his hand over one of Kurt's.
"Kurt, since we were talking about best friends earlier, I mean, it has gotten me thinking..."
Insert Nick regretting his life choices and decisions right here.
"Now, like, I really like you... You're so-" He bites his lip and moves into him a little more, "-hot, and beautiful, and awesome, and you're hilarious. But if you think you might still like Blaine, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this right now."
Kurt immediately frowns, leaning himself more towards Nick. "Really? You're breaking up with me?"
Nick laughs softly, doing alright at covering his slowly breaking heart. (He thinks he'll manage though. He'll need to since Kurt will no doubt be coming to him for more tips on how to piss Blaine off.)
"I believe you're breaking up with me. Don't make me the bad guy..."
Kurt continues frowning and leans in to kiss him lightly on the lips. "But I really like you, too..."
For a moment, Nick wants to take back what he's saying and kiss him hard and just convince Kurt that he can go kick Blaine's ass after they have sex. But this time, he just stares at him and smirks softly, raising an eyebrow. "That'll come in handy."
Kurt still looks emotionally exhausted, but he manages a small, playful smile. "What for?"
"For when you and Blaine have impulsive break ups and you want sex."
Kurt just scoffs and playfully pushes him away, earning a laugh from the other boy. "Yes, you're too hot for your own good."
Nick exaggeratedly shrugs, his eyes straining to look sarcastic and optimistic. "Apparently Blaine's cooler than me, though, so..."
When Nick picks up a textbook and a pencil, Kurt takes the hint that he should probably be leaving. Nick's homework is kind of his go-to excuse to make someone leave his room.
Kurt really doesn't want to break up with Nick, but what the hell was that with Blaine? If Nick's giving him the opportunity to figure his head out, then he might as well not try to fight it today.
He just nods sarcastically as he's about to leave. "Oh, yeah, you know... Those hobbits just tempt me so much!"
Shit.
Chapter 6
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You guys continue to be awesome! Sorry I take forever with updates!
And I apologize for the lack of legit sexy times, there will be some coming up shortly, possibly even in the next chapter! ;)