Fic: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (7a/9b)
Title: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (7a/9b)
Rating (overall): NC-17 (NC-17 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: 4,663
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. Consequently, a lot of feelings are felt and many actions are acted on.
Chapter Summary: Nick and Kurt talk and Kurt and Blaine don't talk. (See what I did there?)
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 betas, teaboytoaliens and star55 who give me new lessons about grammar and life on a daily basis.
Songs to consider for this chapter:
"Rise" by Azure Ray
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Kurt is staring at Nick in complete and utter disbelief. It's cold as balls outside, but the two are standing out on the sidewalk, neither one budging.
"Because I could."
Kurt shakes his head. "You'd really do that to Jeff?"
Nick shrugs, shoving his hand in his pocket. "I like him enough. I was drunk, too."
At the look of disapproval Kurt is still giving him, Nick starts to get angry. "Hey, whatever. It probably made his fucking week."
He gives Kurt a look. "And as long as no one tells him that I don't feel the same way, then what's the problem?"
Kurt feels threatened. He can't believe Nick is talking this way. "I'm really, really disappointed in you," is all he thinks to say. It's the truth, though.
Nick rolls his eyes and turns to his side, looking at anything but Kurt. "Yeah, well, I guess now Blaine really is better than me, right? So, it's cool. You can be on your merry way now."
Kurt doesn't want to show Nick that he's upset, but jesus, why's he being such a dick?
"...That's not fair. You can't justify sleeping with Jeff as a way to get back at me, because I've liked Blaine for years, Nick. ...And you should have been thinking about Jeff. He loves you."
And I thought I could have, too, but never mind.
Nick smirks, choosing not to look like he's affected by Kurt's disappointment anymore. "Yeah, but he'll probably still like me, right? Even though I've slept with other guys and had boyfriends, he's still obsessed with me."
He turns back to Kurt and gets as close as he can without touching him, staring hard at the younger boy. "He didn't get the hint that he was just my friend. And even if I did tell him that it didn't mean the same to me, he'd probably still want me. Apparently, you two have a lot in common."
Nick sighs, changing his tone a little. "You're better than Blaine, Kurt. Why are you with him?"
Kurt glares back at him. "I'm not with him. I'm not better, either. Blaine's really talented, and he knows everything about me and still loves me."
"Oh, yeah? How do you know he's talented? Have you guys had sex yet?"
"No."
Nick smirks bitterly, raising an eyebrow at him. "Well, when you start, you're going to miss me. It's going to hurt being fucked by a virgin."
Seriously? What the fuck is he doing?
"Who the fuck are you? Are you really that bitter that we broke up? God. And here I was, wanting to possibly sleep with you if Blaine and I ever did break up... Never mind, then. Never fucking mind."
~*~
The door to Kurt and Blaine's dorm slams open, and Blaine is startled by an upset, tear stricken Kurt.
Blaine stands up, taking a few steps over to the door without getting too close for fear that Kurt has rabies and wants to kill him or something.
"Kurt...What's wrong?"
"Just hold me. I need to be held right now."
"...Okay..."
Blaine takes his textbooks and guitar off his own bed to let Kurt lie down. He gets under the covers with him and then wraps his arms around the silent boy.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Don't fucking call me that right now, oh my god.
Kurt just cuddles into him, buries his head under Blaine's chin, and doesn't say a word until he replays the conversation he had with Nick three times over in his head.
Why would Nick do that? Sleep with Jeff, probably whisper false "I love you"s when they were finished.
Nick is a creep.
Kurt hates that he's turned on by his obvious jealousy of Blaine.
Fuck everyone. Why...
They spend an hour napping in the late morning, and then around noon Blaine goes out to get them both lunch.
Kurt is so hungry. He groans at the fact that Blaine is probably going to wait half an hour in line to get Kurt a veggie pita at the local sandwich shop.
He'll do this for Kurt, because Blaine's a good... friend? Are they still friends?
He can ask me out, otherwise I don't care. As long as we start having sex soon. Screw Nick and his assumptions. Blaine's probably going to be an ace Kurt lover.
...But what to do while I wait for you to get back, Blaine?
He looks down at the textbooks and papers that Blaine threw on the floor to let Kurt lay down, so the least Kurt thinks he can do for him is pick up the boy's books.
As he puts the books down on Blaine's desk he sees a tattered black composition notebook that's labeled HOMEWORK NOTES.
Kurt laughs to himself since he's fully aware that Blaine Anderson definitely does not take notes anymore. Kurt practically has to force him to go to the library on the weekends to study for a few hours, and even then Blaine just listens to his iPod and writes random stories. He doesn't do shit.
He opens the notebook, and to his surprise, the first entry has his name in it.
Wait, it has his name a few times, actually.
And it's definitely not homework.
This page is definitely about Kurt.
Kurt is being such a bitch today. He told me not to come home until six because Dick's going to be over, and they can't go back to Dick's because Mr. Charming doesn't want to be rude to his roommate since they fuck there all the time. Kurt's being a nasty bitch about it. I think he's a sex addict. Or maybe Dick's forcing him to have sex and he's trying to cover it up by being angry with me instead. What should I do?
No, fuck you. Kurt Hummel, you're a bitch today. Goodbye.
-Anderson comma Blaine
WHAAAATTT!?!?
On cue, Blaine walks into the room with two Styrofoam boxes, and Kurt skillfully throws the journal at him, hitting Blaine square in the chest with it.
"What the hell, you asshole! Why'd you call me a bitch so many times in your fucking diary?"
Blaine freezes and almost drops the boxes. He quickly sets them down on Kurt's desk and then walks right over to him, pushing Kurt back a step. "What the fuck are you looking at that for!? That's my journal!"
"Yeah, a journal all about ME! Are you stalking me!?"
"No! I LIVE with you! How can I stalk you? I'm just WRITING."
"About ME. WHY? What are you saying about me?"
Blaine frowns, glaring at Kurt's hand as he yanks the journal back from him. He's extremely embarrassed.
Kurt waits for Blaine to say something, but when he just watches him take his pita out of the container in silence and start eating it on his bed, Kurt slaps the box away and forces him to look up at him.
"Why were you saying those things about me? I didn't do shit to you ever."
Blaine's jaw is clenched, mournfully glancing down at his pita box that is on the floor with sprinkled lettuce on the carpet.
Kurt so did not have to just do that. He is a bitch.
However, Blaine talks as calmly as he can. He's pretty tired from having to wait in line for their food for a half-hour and then having to walk back across the campus in the cold. I do so much shit for you.
"I started liking you right after I kissed you that first time in October, right before we found out Nick was going here."
Kurt's eyes soften, watching as Blaine's eyes form into their familiar puppy-dog pitiful look. "I didn't know what to do, Kurt. I know you had to put up with liking me for three years now, and I-I didn't want to like... hurt you anymore, you know? I'm sorry. I just wrote about you with Nick and my jealousy in hopes that I would just get over you. But now you know how I feel."
No. I am NOT going to feel bad for you. You only had to fucking deal with this for a month while knowing that I probably still liked you. There is no comparison.
Kurt doesn't want to be angry with him, but with the way Blaine's trying to make him feel bad is just ridiculous to Kurt, so no. He will be mad if he feels like it right now.
"...No, stop talking. I am not going to pity you, and you had no right even in your stupid diary to call me a bitch. You had SO many chances to be with me, Blaine, SO many."
Blaine glares back up at him, grabbing a pillow to place on his lap to space the distance between them. Confrontation isn't Blaine Anderson's favorite social activity.
"Like when, Kurt? When could I have started liking you? When I didn't feel it? When I'd just end up hurting your feelings or using you to know what sex was like? Yeah, like I was really going to disrespect you like that."
Fuck validity. I want to scream. I hate you right now.
"...Fine, I guess you do make a point, so thank you for not even trying to feel what it'd be like to be with me until I got a hunky boyfriend that loved to suck my dick. Thanks so much for telling me you liked me right then. You know when would have been a great time to like me, Blaine? Do you?"
Kurt steps back. He needs space to fling his hands up in the air.
"AFTER TEENAGE DREAM. I was SO smitten with you! I would have PROBABLY had sex with you a week later if you stayed dapper enough! But NOOO...
"--And then what the FUCK was with 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'? HOW DARE YOU. I wanted your dick so hard in me after that! You suck! I wanted to fuck you in the fucking fireplace, you dickwad!"
Blaine just bites his lip, not really listening to what Kurt's saying, unfortunately, but just knows he's being yelled at and he should just wait to say anything.
"AND... Random. Ass. GAP. WORKER? Like... REALLY, BLAINE? REALLY? YOU WANTED TO BANG A GAP EMPLOYEE?"
He sighs, realizing that Blaine's not even listening. He probably only knows that Kurt is once again yelling at him for not liking him sooner.
Maybe Blaine's approach really was the best way.
Nahh...
He changes in his loud angry voice for his quiet stern voice. "I should have just known then that Nick liked me. Do you know that he did? I can't believe I didn't pick up on it, because he was always looking over my shoulder during study hall to see what I got for a math problem, and I suck at math. And I think he even knew that. Nick's actually really good at math. And he's really rich, too..."
Kurt starts up again. "He's so rich! He could have got a tutor--SEVEN TUTORS EVEN. But instead he was asking me for help, but I had no idea that he wanted my dick, because I was in love with you... And therefore, I HATE you once more! And Jeff just got his virginity STOLEN, and now Nick's a dick, and it's ALL. YOUR. FAULT."
"..." Blaine says.
He watches at first in horror as Kurt pushes his chest, causing him to lay flat on the bed. Kurt gets on top of him, quickly straddling his hips, and then crashes his lips to Blaine's after Blaine has turned them around, having Kurt lie down and stare up at him.
This isn't what either of them had expected to start doing while Kurt was yelling at Blaine, but just the facts that his adrenaline was running and Blaine was already on the bed, made him decide it was good to be doing this. Doing Blaine.
Kurt moans softly as Blaine grinds hard into him, steadying his thrusts by holding tightly onto Kurt's hips.
This is way better than drunk grinding. ...Well, maybe not.
I want to be drunk.
"W-Wait, hold on..."
Blaine moans, enjoying the feeling of Kurt getting hard through his jeans despite his protests.
Wait. Maybe he should stop if Kurt actually wants him to hold on. Does he even?
He said hold on. Does he mean literally or was he just saying it?
He stops, staring down at Kurt with a little concern. "Wait, sorry, okay. We can stop."
Kurt groans, bucking his hips up to press himself up against Blaine again.
"No, please shut up, I want to feel you in me." I fucking need it, okay?
Blaine moans softly as he watches and feels Kurt desperately trying to grind up on him. He'd think it were cute if he wasn't only thinking about what Kurt's asking him to do.
Kurt stops when he realizes Blaine's not doing anything back. He looks nervous, actually.
Please don't be a virgin best friend right now. Please just fuck me until I can't breathe and I'm clawing at your back and feeling you coming inside me... That'd be great.
Best Regards, Kurt Hummel.
"Blaine, are you nervous?"
"...No, it's just pretty weird, you know? Like we used to play video games all the time, and you were just yelling at me with crazy eyes, and now we're about to have sex for the first time--my first time. This is just kind of weird."
No it is not. Man up.
Kurt smiles softly, pressing his forehead up to Blaine's, and brings his head down by tugging on his shirt collar. Blaine smiles and kisses him, feeling a little light-headed about Kurt wanting to kiss him soberly. He's being so nice to him right now.
Of course, the only time I'd ever get you to be nice to me is when you want something...
Kurt wraps his legs around Blaine's waist, Blaine voluntarily pressing himself into Kurt once again, but this time they're going to take things a little slower.
There will be plenty of time for rough, needy sex. Why not make Blaine's first time mean a little something?
Furthermore, Kurt will pretend that it's his first time too, since now he does regret doing it while he was drunk with Nick fucking Owens.
Even if it was on Halloween...
::
They're kissing slowly, acting like they're feeling each others' lips for the first time.
Which in a way, they are.
When Kurt was younger, he thought all he wanted was to hold a guy's hand and to be able to laugh around his group of friends while being near this special guy that he liked. He would talk the night away at the mall or at someone's house, but all the while, he would feel that boy's hand lightly squeezing his from time to time to let him know that they were the only two people in the room.
Really, up until he started college, all Kurt wanted was for Blaine to come over to just hug him or to just cuddle. Not to watch a movie and then conveniently cuddle because it was cold out or something.
Blaine was naturally demonstrative, and Kurt eventually understood that. It didn't mean he stopped wishing Blaine felt something different when he hugged him.
In senior year, it got to the point that Kurt actually started counting the seconds Blaine took to hug even girls. Kurt knew he shouldn't have been jealous or desperate for Blaine to like him, but he spent more time with Blaine than anyone. It also didn't help that Blaine on occasion could be charming and was liked by a lot of other people. Friendly popular people are always fun to like.
When it came time to their senior prom, Blaine ended up going with Rachel as friends and Kurt went with Mercedes. Though Kurt was fine with having the fiercest date at the dance (besides Puck who had managed to snag Lauren from him on account of they'd been dating for over a year by that time), Kurt was excited to get at least one dance with Blaine.
During the slow dance, "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias was playing, and Kurt did get to dance it with Blaine. The rest of New Directions was idly standing by, making sure no one would dare interrupt the two boys dancing. Kurt even got a wink from Santana and a goofy smile from Finn.
It was perfect.
However, Blaine didn't lean in to kiss him and he didn't tell him how much he enjoyed the dance with Kurt. It caused the after party to suck terribly, but at least Kurt could say he was then excited for college.
Ready to meet somebody that would want him. He didn't even want love anymore. He'd already hurt enough.
He just wanted somebody to want him, to feel like he wasn't too revolting, because that's how Blaine had made him feel up until this week.
::
Right now, they were under Blaine's covers, and it had taken both of them some time, but they were both completely naked now, and Kurt didn't know how to feel.
This is why I should I be drunk. I would have been riding your dick by now and not giving a shit other than wanting to moan like a bloody whore.
Blaine is amazed by how smooth Kurt's skin is. He wonders how Kurt feels about Blaine naked and lying next to him, and he wonders if this is what it feels like to lay next to any naked body--if it feels this special.
He feels weird calling anything sexual "special," but he's starting to believe that maybe only Kurt can make his skin feel on fire.
"How can you do this thing to me?"
For once, his heart, not his dick, is hurting in anticipation. He wants this to be good for Kurt. He wants to treat him better than anyone ever will.
He really wishes he would have kissed him after "Baby, It's Cold Outside" now. It probably would have meant the world to Kurt. They'd only known each other for a little under two months, but Kurt had already been someone he looked forward to seeing at school. He knew Kurt needed a friend, knew Kurt had a good voice, so why not sing the most positively flirtatious and scandalous Christmas song with him?
Blaine isn't that kid in a private school jacket anymore, though. He isn't a lead singer of an all-attractive, all-male A Capella group and he isn't a boy trying to be like Clark Gable. He's just Blaine.
Blaine who likes Kurt now and likes that Kurt likes him back. Likes that Kurt is underneath him and has his hands rubbing up and down Blaine's arms gently.
Let's take us slow, shall we?
"Kurt, I love you so much."
...He waited long enough, right? Maybe? At least he didn't say "in love."
Kurt was previously just enjoying the feeling of Blaine pressed against him in silence. Of course, now, he freezes for a moment and then can't do anything but smile.
He leans his head lightly up to kiss the top of Blaine's shoulder, smiling more at the fact that Blaine's skin is smooth against his lips and he doesn't feel awkward for wanting to be affectionate. He doesn't feel like he needs to apologize for wanting to know what something feels like. This is Blaine, after all.
"Do you want to have sex now?"
Blaine laughs nervously, propping his hands up better to stare down at Kurt. "Oh, is that what we were about to do? And here I was getting ready to go grocery shopping..."
Kurt glares playfully and brings Blaine's head down to kiss him again. "I've wanted to do this for a really long time. No pressure."
Again with the small nervous laughter.
"How um, how did you want to do this? I'm topping, right?"
Fuck, why's he trying to make this awkward? Don't you watch enough porn to at least THINK you know what to do?
Kurt nods and sits up a little, forcing Blaine to get off him and sit across from him on the bed.
"Okay, remember the Blaine that was having me suck his dick? I need that Blaine right now, or this is going to get awkward. Are you afraid? Because you don't need to be."
"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to hurt you or make you feel like all I want from you is sex right now!"
Kurt rolls his eyes. "Blaine, that's really sweet of you, but don't be ridiculous. We can love each other later. I don't want romance, I just want--"
I just want to make sure that you actually meant what you said about loving me. Because God knows I'll give up on love completely if you just want to stay friends after this.
He decides talking is for losers and just kisses Blaine to shut him up, climbing back into his lap and starts to grind down on him.
After ten years of foreplay, Blaine's cock is ridiculously hard and needs to be inside of Kurt or bitches will be cut.
He's in between Kurt's legs that are spread out on the bed, making sure Kurt is as hard as he is by scooting his body down the bed to suck him off. Kurt's fingers attach themselves to Blaine's hair, sometimes a hand moving to feel the back of his neck.
Blaine's hands are rubbing Kurt's thighs, sometimes holding Kurt's cock as he sucks in order for his mouth to not miss.
Sure, he feels like he's getting sloppy, but he really wants to feel what it's like to be inside him on a Sunday afternoon around 1:20pm. Like sure, why not?
Meanwhile, Kurt's thinking about dirty things to say as he feels Blaine suck his dick.
He can't really watch him do it, otherwise he'd come in about ten seconds, because shit--Blaine Anderson is sucking my dick. And enjoying it.
He toys around with some possibilities:
Yeah, suck it, Blaine... No, ew.
What about, 'Yeah, baby, you suck cock so good.' But you don--DO. DO. FUCK. FUCK ME.
Kurt moans loudly, quickly pulling Blaine's mouth off of him.
"Fuck, fuck. Don't. No. I don't want to come yet. Come on. You need to fuck me. Do you need me to--Oh."
Kurt moans in the back of his throat when he sees Blaine's still extremely hard. That's so cool.
He watches as Blaine sits up better in between his legs and reaches over his drawer to get lube.
This is weird. Naked Blaine leaning over naked Kurt to get lube to spread on his fingers. Fingers that will be inside of Kurt in less than two minutes. A lubricated Blaine Anderson inside of Kurt and fuck.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Kurt says nervously, looking at Blaine's who's repositioned in between Kurt's legs.
Blaine smiles slowly before smirking, pressing himself against Kurt. "Does it feel like I don't want to be doing this? Are you nervous?" He mocks back.
Kurt loses his hesitancy and glares at him, grabbing the lube from Blaine and slicking his own fingers with it, pressing one of his own into his ass. Blaine furrows his eyebrows and looks at Kurt like "What the fuck?"
Kurt bites his lip as he adds another finger in, making a quiet strangled noise. "I don't want your fingers in my ass. They're probably contaminated with the money you used to buy the pitas. I don't want them right now."
Blaine doesn't have time to fight with Kurt. He needs to fuck him instead.
However, Kurt stops him. "What the fuck are you doing!? ...Condom. Now. My drawer."
"Why do you have them?"
"They were Nick's, I think they're still good. Don't argue with me. It'll work better. I don't want to be sore."
"You won't be!"
"Blaine. Do not argue with the boy you want to be banging. Get the fuck up and put one on before I change my mind."
"Yeah, because you're not hard either or anything..." Blaine mumbles.
And then finally after they both shut up, it feels a little more meaningful and romantic.
As much as either of them would deny caring about romance, they mean a lot to each other and would prefer their first time together to mean something more than just sex.
Blaine pushes in slowly, waiting for Kurt to tell him he's ready.
However, Kurt will never be ready for Blaine's cock. It's Blaine's and it's definitely bigger than Nick's, and it's also just better.
Kurt wraps his legs tighter around him as Blaine starts up a slow rhythm, feeling his entire body approve of what he's doing to Kurt.
Approve? Is that the word Blaine thinks his body is saying?
Definitely. He should never do anything else with his life other than have sex with Kurt and feel Kurt leaning into him, hear him whimpering and whining for Blaine to go faster.
So he does.
Kurt curses when Blaine's thrusts gets harder, loving that he's able to hit right there every few thrusts, and Kurt's going to die.
He feels himself wanting to explode rather than come, because it's going to be fucking fireworks. He's not sure if Blaine's going to make fun of him for moaning louder, but he fucking needs to.
Blaine keeps his eyes open as much as he can, wanting to make sure he stays in the right positions and wants to make sure Kurt is actually enjoying this, and fuck.
When Blaine looks down at him, Kurt's head is placed hard against the pillows, his shoulders rising every now and then as Blaine tries not to come fucking everywhere.
He attempts to get Kurt off, but then messes up his rhythm when he tries, so Kurt swats his hand away and does it himself. Kurt's alright with that for now. He can't take Blaine pleasuring him in two ways just yet. It really should be a crime for how good it feels.
Oh my god. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than to a) keep doing this forever and b) have Blaine come inside me. Like fuck. In the shower. We are fucking in the shower tomorrow. Maybe.
Kurt watches as Blaine's hip buck as his thrusts get harder, feels Blaine's hands grab Kurt's ass to lift him slightly off the bed for a better angle.
Kurt starts coming as Blaine's riding his orgasm out, both boys not giving a fuck if somebody hears them moaning. They're really not even that loud, but okay maybe they don't want the rest of the world knowing what they're doing right now.
Blaine looks at the clock after he pulls out, noticing that it's 2:14pm. He resists the urge to tell Kurt that it's Valentine's Day on the clock, and instead leans over the bed to grab them both tissues to clean themselves off with.
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The difference between Kurt and Blaine:
Kurt wants to get up, possibly shower, and start the day.
Blaine wants to cuddle and pass the fuck out.
Kurt is tired, more just happy post-orgasm lazy, so he doesn't argue when Blaine lazily uses his strength to pull Kurt to him under the covers and spoons himself against Kurt's back.
Kurt smiles to himself and pulls Blaine's hand from under him to lace the fingers together against Kurt's stomach.
"See? That didn't hurt. Nick was wrong," he says quietly.
Blaine snaps his head up, almost too quickly, and stares at the back of Kurt's head, "What?"
Kurt bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. "Don't worry about it. I complimented you."
"Fine. Goodafternight."
"Goodafternight."
Chapter 7b
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I may or may not have listened to the entire Christmas album as I wrote the sex scene. Do I have a problem? Maybe.
SO, this is going to be two parts, because it felt weird jumping from a romantic-ish sex scene back into their bickering and Evil Nick. More coming up in Part B! [It's almost done, too, so you guys will get it sooner instead of having to wait three days (AKA: ten years)!]
I promise it'll end soon. I'm sorry. I just have more fun writing in this verse than I enjoy living my actual life.
Rating (overall): NC-17 (NC-17 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: 4,663
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. Consequently, a lot of feelings are felt and many actions are acted on.
Chapter Summary: Nick and Kurt talk and Kurt and Blaine don't talk. (See what I did there?)
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 betas, teaboytoaliens and star55 who give me new lessons about grammar and life on a daily basis.
Songs to consider for this chapter:
"Rise" by Azure Ray
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Kurt is staring at Nick in complete and utter disbelief. It's cold as balls outside, but the two are standing out on the sidewalk, neither one budging.
"Because I could."
Kurt shakes his head. "You'd really do that to Jeff?"
Nick shrugs, shoving his hand in his pocket. "I like him enough. I was drunk, too."
At the look of disapproval Kurt is still giving him, Nick starts to get angry. "Hey, whatever. It probably made his fucking week."
He gives Kurt a look. "And as long as no one tells him that I don't feel the same way, then what's the problem?"
Kurt feels threatened. He can't believe Nick is talking this way. "I'm really, really disappointed in you," is all he thinks to say. It's the truth, though.
Nick rolls his eyes and turns to his side, looking at anything but Kurt. "Yeah, well, I guess now Blaine really is better than me, right? So, it's cool. You can be on your merry way now."
Kurt doesn't want to show Nick that he's upset, but jesus, why's he being such a dick?
"...That's not fair. You can't justify sleeping with Jeff as a way to get back at me, because I've liked Blaine for years, Nick. ...And you should have been thinking about Jeff. He loves you."
And I thought I could have, too, but never mind.
Nick smirks, choosing not to look like he's affected by Kurt's disappointment anymore. "Yeah, but he'll probably still like me, right? Even though I've slept with other guys and had boyfriends, he's still obsessed with me."
He turns back to Kurt and gets as close as he can without touching him, staring hard at the younger boy. "He didn't get the hint that he was just my friend. And even if I did tell him that it didn't mean the same to me, he'd probably still want me. Apparently, you two have a lot in common."
Nick sighs, changing his tone a little. "You're better than Blaine, Kurt. Why are you with him?"
Kurt glares back at him. "I'm not with him. I'm not better, either. Blaine's really talented, and he knows everything about me and still loves me."
"Oh, yeah? How do you know he's talented? Have you guys had sex yet?"
"No."
Nick smirks bitterly, raising an eyebrow at him. "Well, when you start, you're going to miss me. It's going to hurt being fucked by a virgin."
Seriously? What the fuck is he doing?
"Who the fuck are you? Are you really that bitter that we broke up? God. And here I was, wanting to possibly sleep with you if Blaine and I ever did break up... Never mind, then. Never fucking mind."
~*~
The door to Kurt and Blaine's dorm slams open, and Blaine is startled by an upset, tear stricken Kurt.
Blaine stands up, taking a few steps over to the door without getting too close for fear that Kurt has rabies and wants to kill him or something.
"Kurt...What's wrong?"
"Just hold me. I need to be held right now."
"...Okay..."
Blaine takes his textbooks and guitar off his own bed to let Kurt lie down. He gets under the covers with him and then wraps his arms around the silent boy.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Don't fucking call me that right now, oh my god.
Kurt just cuddles into him, buries his head under Blaine's chin, and doesn't say a word until he replays the conversation he had with Nick three times over in his head.
Why would Nick do that? Sleep with Jeff, probably whisper false "I love you"s when they were finished.
Nick is a creep.
Kurt hates that he's turned on by his obvious jealousy of Blaine.
Fuck everyone. Why...
They spend an hour napping in the late morning, and then around noon Blaine goes out to get them both lunch.
Kurt is so hungry. He groans at the fact that Blaine is probably going to wait half an hour in line to get Kurt a veggie pita at the local sandwich shop.
He'll do this for Kurt, because Blaine's a good... friend? Are they still friends?
He can ask me out, otherwise I don't care. As long as we start having sex soon. Screw Nick and his assumptions. Blaine's probably going to be an ace Kurt lover.
...But what to do while I wait for you to get back, Blaine?
He looks down at the textbooks and papers that Blaine threw on the floor to let Kurt lay down, so the least Kurt thinks he can do for him is pick up the boy's books.
As he puts the books down on Blaine's desk he sees a tattered black composition notebook that's labeled HOMEWORK NOTES.
Kurt laughs to himself since he's fully aware that Blaine Anderson definitely does not take notes anymore. Kurt practically has to force him to go to the library on the weekends to study for a few hours, and even then Blaine just listens to his iPod and writes random stories. He doesn't do shit.
He opens the notebook, and to his surprise, the first entry has his name in it.
Wait, it has his name a few times, actually.
And it's definitely not homework.
This page is definitely about Kurt.
Kurt is being such a bitch today. He told me not to come home until six because Dick's going to be over, and they can't go back to Dick's because Mr. Charming doesn't want to be rude to his roommate since they fuck there all the time. Kurt's being a nasty bitch about it. I think he's a sex addict. Or maybe Dick's forcing him to have sex and he's trying to cover it up by being angry with me instead. What should I do?
No, fuck you. Kurt Hummel, you're a bitch today. Goodbye.
-Anderson comma Blaine
WHAAAATTT!?!?
On cue, Blaine walks into the room with two Styrofoam boxes, and Kurt skillfully throws the journal at him, hitting Blaine square in the chest with it.
"What the hell, you asshole! Why'd you call me a bitch so many times in your fucking diary?"
Blaine freezes and almost drops the boxes. He quickly sets them down on Kurt's desk and then walks right over to him, pushing Kurt back a step. "What the fuck are you looking at that for!? That's my journal!"
"Yeah, a journal all about ME! Are you stalking me!?"
"No! I LIVE with you! How can I stalk you? I'm just WRITING."
"About ME. WHY? What are you saying about me?"
Blaine frowns, glaring at Kurt's hand as he yanks the journal back from him. He's extremely embarrassed.
Kurt waits for Blaine to say something, but when he just watches him take his pita out of the container in silence and start eating it on his bed, Kurt slaps the box away and forces him to look up at him.
"Why were you saying those things about me? I didn't do shit to you ever."
Blaine's jaw is clenched, mournfully glancing down at his pita box that is on the floor with sprinkled lettuce on the carpet.
Kurt so did not have to just do that. He is a bitch.
However, Blaine talks as calmly as he can. He's pretty tired from having to wait in line for their food for a half-hour and then having to walk back across the campus in the cold. I do so much shit for you.
"I started liking you right after I kissed you that first time in October, right before we found out Nick was going here."
Kurt's eyes soften, watching as Blaine's eyes form into their familiar puppy-dog pitiful look. "I didn't know what to do, Kurt. I know you had to put up with liking me for three years now, and I-I didn't want to like... hurt you anymore, you know? I'm sorry. I just wrote about you with Nick and my jealousy in hopes that I would just get over you. But now you know how I feel."
No. I am NOT going to feel bad for you. You only had to fucking deal with this for a month while knowing that I probably still liked you. There is no comparison.
Kurt doesn't want to be angry with him, but with the way Blaine's trying to make him feel bad is just ridiculous to Kurt, so no. He will be mad if he feels like it right now.
"...No, stop talking. I am not going to pity you, and you had no right even in your stupid diary to call me a bitch. You had SO many chances to be with me, Blaine, SO many."
Blaine glares back up at him, grabbing a pillow to place on his lap to space the distance between them. Confrontation isn't Blaine Anderson's favorite social activity.
"Like when, Kurt? When could I have started liking you? When I didn't feel it? When I'd just end up hurting your feelings or using you to know what sex was like? Yeah, like I was really going to disrespect you like that."
Fuck validity. I want to scream. I hate you right now.
"...Fine, I guess you do make a point, so thank you for not even trying to feel what it'd be like to be with me until I got a hunky boyfriend that loved to suck my dick. Thanks so much for telling me you liked me right then. You know when would have been a great time to like me, Blaine? Do you?"
Kurt steps back. He needs space to fling his hands up in the air.
"AFTER TEENAGE DREAM. I was SO smitten with you! I would have PROBABLY had sex with you a week later if you stayed dapper enough! But NOOO...
"--And then what the FUCK was with 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'? HOW DARE YOU. I wanted your dick so hard in me after that! You suck! I wanted to fuck you in the fucking fireplace, you dickwad!"
Blaine just bites his lip, not really listening to what Kurt's saying, unfortunately, but just knows he's being yelled at and he should just wait to say anything.
"AND... Random. Ass. GAP. WORKER? Like... REALLY, BLAINE? REALLY? YOU WANTED TO BANG A GAP EMPLOYEE?"
He sighs, realizing that Blaine's not even listening. He probably only knows that Kurt is once again yelling at him for not liking him sooner.
Maybe Blaine's approach really was the best way.
Nahh...
He changes in his loud angry voice for his quiet stern voice. "I should have just known then that Nick liked me. Do you know that he did? I can't believe I didn't pick up on it, because he was always looking over my shoulder during study hall to see what I got for a math problem, and I suck at math. And I think he even knew that. Nick's actually really good at math. And he's really rich, too..."
Kurt starts up again. "He's so rich! He could have got a tutor--SEVEN TUTORS EVEN. But instead he was asking me for help, but I had no idea that he wanted my dick, because I was in love with you... And therefore, I HATE you once more! And Jeff just got his virginity STOLEN, and now Nick's a dick, and it's ALL. YOUR. FAULT."
"..." Blaine says.
He watches at first in horror as Kurt pushes his chest, causing him to lay flat on the bed. Kurt gets on top of him, quickly straddling his hips, and then crashes his lips to Blaine's after Blaine has turned them around, having Kurt lie down and stare up at him.
This isn't what either of them had expected to start doing while Kurt was yelling at Blaine, but just the facts that his adrenaline was running and Blaine was already on the bed, made him decide it was good to be doing this. Doing Blaine.
Kurt moans softly as Blaine grinds hard into him, steadying his thrusts by holding tightly onto Kurt's hips.
This is way better than drunk grinding. ...Well, maybe not.
I want to be drunk.
"W-Wait, hold on..."
Blaine moans, enjoying the feeling of Kurt getting hard through his jeans despite his protests.
Wait. Maybe he should stop if Kurt actually wants him to hold on. Does he even?
He said hold on. Does he mean literally or was he just saying it?
He stops, staring down at Kurt with a little concern. "Wait, sorry, okay. We can stop."
Kurt groans, bucking his hips up to press himself up against Blaine again.
"No, please shut up, I want to feel you in me." I fucking need it, okay?
Blaine moans softly as he watches and feels Kurt desperately trying to grind up on him. He'd think it were cute if he wasn't only thinking about what Kurt's asking him to do.
Kurt stops when he realizes Blaine's not doing anything back. He looks nervous, actually.
Please don't be a virgin best friend right now. Please just fuck me until I can't breathe and I'm clawing at your back and feeling you coming inside me... That'd be great.
Best Regards, Kurt Hummel.
"Blaine, are you nervous?"
"...No, it's just pretty weird, you know? Like we used to play video games all the time, and you were just yelling at me with crazy eyes, and now we're about to have sex for the first time--my first time. This is just kind of weird."
No it is not. Man up.
Kurt smiles softly, pressing his forehead up to Blaine's, and brings his head down by tugging on his shirt collar. Blaine smiles and kisses him, feeling a little light-headed about Kurt wanting to kiss him soberly. He's being so nice to him right now.
Of course, the only time I'd ever get you to be nice to me is when you want something...
Kurt wraps his legs around Blaine's waist, Blaine voluntarily pressing himself into Kurt once again, but this time they're going to take things a little slower.
There will be plenty of time for rough, needy sex. Why not make Blaine's first time mean a little something?
Furthermore, Kurt will pretend that it's his first time too, since now he does regret doing it while he was drunk with Nick fucking Owens.
Even if it was on Halloween...
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They're kissing slowly, acting like they're feeling each others' lips for the first time.
Which in a way, they are.
When Kurt was younger, he thought all he wanted was to hold a guy's hand and to be able to laugh around his group of friends while being near this special guy that he liked. He would talk the night away at the mall or at someone's house, but all the while, he would feel that boy's hand lightly squeezing his from time to time to let him know that they were the only two people in the room.
Really, up until he started college, all Kurt wanted was for Blaine to come over to just hug him or to just cuddle. Not to watch a movie and then conveniently cuddle because it was cold out or something.
Blaine was naturally demonstrative, and Kurt eventually understood that. It didn't mean he stopped wishing Blaine felt something different when he hugged him.
In senior year, it got to the point that Kurt actually started counting the seconds Blaine took to hug even girls. Kurt knew he shouldn't have been jealous or desperate for Blaine to like him, but he spent more time with Blaine than anyone. It also didn't help that Blaine on occasion could be charming and was liked by a lot of other people. Friendly popular people are always fun to like.
When it came time to their senior prom, Blaine ended up going with Rachel as friends and Kurt went with Mercedes. Though Kurt was fine with having the fiercest date at the dance (besides Puck who had managed to snag Lauren from him on account of they'd been dating for over a year by that time), Kurt was excited to get at least one dance with Blaine.
During the slow dance, "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias was playing, and Kurt did get to dance it with Blaine. The rest of New Directions was idly standing by, making sure no one would dare interrupt the two boys dancing. Kurt even got a wink from Santana and a goofy smile from Finn.
It was perfect.
However, Blaine didn't lean in to kiss him and he didn't tell him how much he enjoyed the dance with Kurt. It caused the after party to suck terribly, but at least Kurt could say he was then excited for college.
Ready to meet somebody that would want him. He didn't even want love anymore. He'd already hurt enough.
He just wanted somebody to want him, to feel like he wasn't too revolting, because that's how Blaine had made him feel up until this week.
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Right now, they were under Blaine's covers, and it had taken both of them some time, but they were both completely naked now, and Kurt didn't know how to feel.
This is why I should I be drunk. I would have been riding your dick by now and not giving a shit other than wanting to moan like a bloody whore.
Blaine is amazed by how smooth Kurt's skin is. He wonders how Kurt feels about Blaine naked and lying next to him, and he wonders if this is what it feels like to lay next to any naked body--if it feels this special.
He feels weird calling anything sexual "special," but he's starting to believe that maybe only Kurt can make his skin feel on fire.
"How can you do this thing to me?"
For once, his heart, not his dick, is hurting in anticipation. He wants this to be good for Kurt. He wants to treat him better than anyone ever will.
He really wishes he would have kissed him after "Baby, It's Cold Outside" now. It probably would have meant the world to Kurt. They'd only known each other for a little under two months, but Kurt had already been someone he looked forward to seeing at school. He knew Kurt needed a friend, knew Kurt had a good voice, so why not sing the most positively flirtatious and scandalous Christmas song with him?
Blaine isn't that kid in a private school jacket anymore, though. He isn't a lead singer of an all-attractive, all-male A Capella group and he isn't a boy trying to be like Clark Gable. He's just Blaine.
Blaine who likes Kurt now and likes that Kurt likes him back. Likes that Kurt is underneath him and has his hands rubbing up and down Blaine's arms gently.
Let's take us slow, shall we?
"Kurt, I love you so much."
...He waited long enough, right? Maybe? At least he didn't say "in love."
Kurt was previously just enjoying the feeling of Blaine pressed against him in silence. Of course, now, he freezes for a moment and then can't do anything but smile.
He leans his head lightly up to kiss the top of Blaine's shoulder, smiling more at the fact that Blaine's skin is smooth against his lips and he doesn't feel awkward for wanting to be affectionate. He doesn't feel like he needs to apologize for wanting to know what something feels like. This is Blaine, after all.
"Do you want to have sex now?"
Blaine laughs nervously, propping his hands up better to stare down at Kurt. "Oh, is that what we were about to do? And here I was getting ready to go grocery shopping..."
Kurt glares playfully and brings Blaine's head down to kiss him again. "I've wanted to do this for a really long time. No pressure."
Again with the small nervous laughter.
"How um, how did you want to do this? I'm topping, right?"
Fuck, why's he trying to make this awkward? Don't you watch enough porn to at least THINK you know what to do?
Kurt nods and sits up a little, forcing Blaine to get off him and sit across from him on the bed.
"Okay, remember the Blaine that was having me suck his dick? I need that Blaine right now, or this is going to get awkward. Are you afraid? Because you don't need to be."
"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to hurt you or make you feel like all I want from you is sex right now!"
Kurt rolls his eyes. "Blaine, that's really sweet of you, but don't be ridiculous. We can love each other later. I don't want romance, I just want--"
I just want to make sure that you actually meant what you said about loving me. Because God knows I'll give up on love completely if you just want to stay friends after this.
He decides talking is for losers and just kisses Blaine to shut him up, climbing back into his lap and starts to grind down on him.
After ten years of foreplay, Blaine's cock is ridiculously hard and needs to be inside of Kurt or bitches will be cut.
He's in between Kurt's legs that are spread out on the bed, making sure Kurt is as hard as he is by scooting his body down the bed to suck him off. Kurt's fingers attach themselves to Blaine's hair, sometimes a hand moving to feel the back of his neck.
Blaine's hands are rubbing Kurt's thighs, sometimes holding Kurt's cock as he sucks in order for his mouth to not miss.
Sure, he feels like he's getting sloppy, but he really wants to feel what it's like to be inside him on a Sunday afternoon around 1:20pm. Like sure, why not?
Meanwhile, Kurt's thinking about dirty things to say as he feels Blaine suck his dick.
He can't really watch him do it, otherwise he'd come in about ten seconds, because shit--Blaine Anderson is sucking my dick. And enjoying it.
He toys around with some possibilities:
Yeah, suck it, Blaine... No, ew.
What about, 'Yeah, baby, you suck cock so good.' But you don--DO. DO. FUCK. FUCK ME.
Kurt moans loudly, quickly pulling Blaine's mouth off of him.
"Fuck, fuck. Don't. No. I don't want to come yet. Come on. You need to fuck me. Do you need me to--Oh."
Kurt moans in the back of his throat when he sees Blaine's still extremely hard. That's so cool.
He watches as Blaine sits up better in between his legs and reaches over his drawer to get lube.
This is weird. Naked Blaine leaning over naked Kurt to get lube to spread on his fingers. Fingers that will be inside of Kurt in less than two minutes. A lubricated Blaine Anderson inside of Kurt and fuck.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Kurt says nervously, looking at Blaine's who's repositioned in between Kurt's legs.
Blaine smiles slowly before smirking, pressing himself against Kurt. "Does it feel like I don't want to be doing this? Are you nervous?" He mocks back.
Kurt loses his hesitancy and glares at him, grabbing the lube from Blaine and slicking his own fingers with it, pressing one of his own into his ass. Blaine furrows his eyebrows and looks at Kurt like "What the fuck?"
Kurt bites his lip as he adds another finger in, making a quiet strangled noise. "I don't want your fingers in my ass. They're probably contaminated with the money you used to buy the pitas. I don't want them right now."
Blaine doesn't have time to fight with Kurt. He needs to fuck him instead.
However, Kurt stops him. "What the fuck are you doing!? ...Condom. Now. My drawer."
"Why do you have them?"
"They were Nick's, I think they're still good. Don't argue with me. It'll work better. I don't want to be sore."
"You won't be!"
"Blaine. Do not argue with the boy you want to be banging. Get the fuck up and put one on before I change my mind."
"Yeah, because you're not hard either or anything..." Blaine mumbles.
And then finally after they both shut up, it feels a little more meaningful and romantic.
As much as either of them would deny caring about romance, they mean a lot to each other and would prefer their first time together to mean something more than just sex.
Blaine pushes in slowly, waiting for Kurt to tell him he's ready.
However, Kurt will never be ready for Blaine's cock. It's Blaine's and it's definitely bigger than Nick's, and it's also just better.
Kurt wraps his legs tighter around him as Blaine starts up a slow rhythm, feeling his entire body approve of what he's doing to Kurt.
Approve? Is that the word Blaine thinks his body is saying?
Definitely. He should never do anything else with his life other than have sex with Kurt and feel Kurt leaning into him, hear him whimpering and whining for Blaine to go faster.
So he does.
Kurt curses when Blaine's thrusts gets harder, loving that he's able to hit right there every few thrusts, and Kurt's going to die.
He feels himself wanting to explode rather than come, because it's going to be fucking fireworks. He's not sure if Blaine's going to make fun of him for moaning louder, but he fucking needs to.
Blaine keeps his eyes open as much as he can, wanting to make sure he stays in the right positions and wants to make sure Kurt is actually enjoying this, and fuck.
When Blaine looks down at him, Kurt's head is placed hard against the pillows, his shoulders rising every now and then as Blaine tries not to come fucking everywhere.
He attempts to get Kurt off, but then messes up his rhythm when he tries, so Kurt swats his hand away and does it himself. Kurt's alright with that for now. He can't take Blaine pleasuring him in two ways just yet. It really should be a crime for how good it feels.
Oh my god. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than to a) keep doing this forever and b) have Blaine come inside me. Like fuck. In the shower. We are fucking in the shower tomorrow. Maybe.
Kurt watches as Blaine's hip buck as his thrusts get harder, feels Blaine's hands grab Kurt's ass to lift him slightly off the bed for a better angle.
Kurt starts coming as Blaine's riding his orgasm out, both boys not giving a fuck if somebody hears them moaning. They're really not even that loud, but okay maybe they don't want the rest of the world knowing what they're doing right now.
Blaine looks at the clock after he pulls out, noticing that it's 2:14pm. He resists the urge to tell Kurt that it's Valentine's Day on the clock, and instead leans over the bed to grab them both tissues to clean themselves off with.
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The difference between Kurt and Blaine:
Kurt wants to get up, possibly shower, and start the day.
Blaine wants to cuddle and pass the fuck out.
Kurt is tired, more just happy post-orgasm lazy, so he doesn't argue when Blaine lazily uses his strength to pull Kurt to him under the covers and spoons himself against Kurt's back.
Kurt smiles to himself and pulls Blaine's hand from under him to lace the fingers together against Kurt's stomach.
"See? That didn't hurt. Nick was wrong," he says quietly.
Blaine snaps his head up, almost too quickly, and stares at the back of Kurt's head, "What?"
Kurt bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. "Don't worry about it. I complimented you."
"Fine. Goodafternight."
"Goodafternight."
Chapter 7b
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I may or may not have listened to the entire Christmas album as I wrote the sex scene. Do I have a problem? Maybe.
SO, this is going to be two parts, because it felt weird jumping from a romantic-ish sex scene back into their bickering and Evil Nick. More coming up in Part B! [It's almost done, too, so you guys will get it sooner instead of having to wait three days (AKA: ten years)!]
I promise it'll end soon. I'm sorry. I just have more fun writing in this verse than I enjoy living my actual life.