Fic: In College You Know Who You Are (1/?)
Title: In College You Know Who You Are (1/?)
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was written as a response to a prompt on the kink meme: "Kurt goes to college in NYC while Finn goes to college at OSU. Once in a while he goes back to Ohio and visits Finn on campus, where he meets Blaine during a party. The two hit it off immediately but are not looking for a relationship for whatever reason but both have needs, so they settle for a one night stand. Kurt keeps running into Blaine every time he comes back to Ohio (either intentionally or not ;)) and they quickly become friends with benefits. They also have phone/Skype sex and eventually hang out more together outside of the bedroom whenever Kurt is in town, until they realize they might want their relationship to be more than just physical. :)"
Warnings for this part: None (but they do experiment with some kinky stuff later on.)
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Part 1: March 2013
“Come on dude, my dorm is this way.” Finn grabbed Kurt’s bag out of his hand and trotted off.
Kurt sighed and followed his brother at a more sedate pace. Finn was obviously excited to show him around at OSU. After spending their entire senior year terrified that he wouldn’t get into college-- Finn had finally managed to snag a football scholarship. It didn’t pay for everything but it was enough. Burt and Carole didn’t mind helping him take out loans for the rest. Kurt on the other hand had went to New York with Rachel as planned. They lived in a tiny apartment with barely any furniture and spent all of their time working, auditioning and studying. That was why Kurt decided to come home for a few days. They had a three day weekend and Kurt was spending Friday with Finn before they both went home for the weekend.
Finn reached the building first and turned back to Kurt with the biggest grin Kurt had ever seen. Finn looked like an over-excited golden retriever, bouncing on his toes and waving a hand to hurry Kurt along. Once inside they grabbed the elevator up to Finn’s floor. The taller boy was talking a mile a minute about football practice, classes and his roommate. Kurt nodded in all the right places, an amused grin firmly on his face. He was really proud of his brother. Finn had never been the college type but he deserved the opportunity and Kurt was glad he’d received it. They walked down the hallway together and as they neared the end, Kurt heard music.
“Oh, Blaine is here. You totally get to meet him. He’s really a cool dude and he helps me with my homework. I swear, I would have already failed out if it weren’t for him.” Finn smiled sheepishly as he unlocked the door and Kurt rolled his eyes. His brother was pretty slow sometimes.
Finn pushed the door open and gestured Kurt in. The boy on the far side of the room had dark curly hair that was growing out just a shade too much to be respectable. Kurt couldn’t see his face because of the way he was hunched over his guitar-- but he could hear his voice. He had the most beautiful singing voice Kurt had ever heard. Kurt felt his cheeks warm and he damned his fair complexion. Finn came in behind him and shut the door with a dull thump.
“Hi Blaine, this is my brother Kurt.” Finn called out, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting Blaine’s song.
Blaine didn’t seem to mind though. He looked away from his guitar and turned to them with a sunny smile that made the bottom fall out of Kurt’s stomach. Blaine stood and sat his guitar down before striding across the room and holding out his hand.
“Hi, Kurt. Your brother has told me a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.” Though knowing Finn, Kurt couldn’t be certain.
“Well, he might had mentioned something about skin care routines and bathroom hogging-- but that’s normal brother stuff, right?” Blaine grinned at him.
Kurt glared at his step-brother. “Yes, normal brother stuff.” He growled.
Finn looked nervous for a second but quickly brightened. “Oh, the party! Are you still going Blaine?” Finn asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, it’s not until like 8. I was gonna hang out here for a little bit then grab dinner before I went.”
Kurt arched one delicate eyebrow at his brother. “We’re you planning on telling me about this party, Finn?”
“Oh, I thought I already did… Uh well there’s a party tonight. It’s not a big kegger or anything. It’s just that there weren’t classes today and everyone is going home in the morning.” Finn explained.
“It’ll be fun, Kurt. Don’t worry.” Blaine gave him a knee-melting smile and Kurt knew he was doomed.
***
Finn hadn’t been lying when he said the party was small. There was only about 20 people in the small apartment and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Finn had walked him around the room, introducing him to people. It was a little weird to have Finn so excited to show off his brother but after about an hour the novelty seemed to wear off. Finn’s friends were very interested in his life in New York. Many of them were like Finn and hadn’t traveled outside of Ohio much. Kurt was in the middle of telling a girl named Jill about an absolutely horrendous audition he and Rachel had attended when Blaine walked over to them.
Kurt finished his story-- but just barely. Blaine had changed out of the simple tee-shirt and jeans he’d been wearing earlier into a tight pair of black pants and a button down white shirt. The top few buttons were open, giving Kurt a glimpse of tan skin. Jill wandered off after his story was finished and Kurt found himself at a loss. Part of him was furious that he was so charmed by Blaine-- Kurt lived in NYC for christs sake. He saw plenty of pretty boys every day but nothing prepared him for Blaine. Blaine wasn’t like the meticulous, perfectly coiffed and made-up boys he saw every day in his musical theatre classes. He seemed to ooze raw sensuality and Kurt just wasn’t able to resist wanting him.
“Having fun?”
“Yeah, I’m just taking everything in. This is a lot of new people to meet in one day.” Kurt drained his cup and sighed sadly down at it.
“Refill time? C’mon, I happen to be excellent at mixing drinks.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and dragged him towards the kitchen.
Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him into the kitchen, his hand tingling from where Blaine had gripped it. Everything in him was screaming that Blaine was gay-- he had to be. What straight boy drags another boy around like that? But after the disastrous crushes Kurt had on Finn and Sam in high school, he was a little scared to make assumptions.
“What do you like?” Blaine asked, eying the bottles on the counter.
Kurt’s head snapped up at the question, his train of thought derailing quickly.
“Surprise me.”
Blaine poured several different things into the cup but Kurt wasn’t really paying attention. He needed to think of a way to ask if Blaine was gay. There was no way he was ready for a relationship--especially not a long distance one-- but Blaine was too gorgeous to pass up. Kurt had lost his virginity months ago to a boy in his theatre class but there hadn’t been anyone since that brief fling. Blaine seemed to be the perfect remedy to his dry spell.
“Here you go. Cheers!” Blaine winked at him before tipping his own cup up and taking a long drink.
Kurt accepted his cup and mimicked Blaine. The drink actually was really good. It tasted just fruity enough to take away the bite of the alcohol.
“Thanks. You are pretty good at this.”
Blaine ducked his head bashfully but Kurt could see the grin tugging at his lips. Then Blaine hopped up on the counter and Kurt found himself looking up at him stupidly.
“Tell me a little about yourself, Kurt. All I’ve heard about you has been second hand through your brother and I’m sure you know what talking to him is like. It was very similar to talking to a kid who’s had too much sugar.” Blaine swung his feet and grinned encouragingly at Kurt.
“Well, I’m majoring in musical theatre. It’s a cut throat major though and my best friend and I don’t even have time to sleep half the time. Rachel and I are constantly at auditions, voice lessons and rehearsals. There’s barely even time for our gen-eds but it’s only been a semester and a half so it may get better. It’s a lot of fun though. When I was a kid all I wanted to do was get out of Ohio.” Kurt said carefully.
“I thought about NYU when I was filling out college applications but all of my family has went here at OSU. I really didn’t have much of a choice-- I’m interested in musical theatre myself but my father is only paying for my education if I go into business. Luckily, I don’t have to declare a major yet so I’m taking all the fun courses I can now.” Blaine took another sip from his drink and Kurt could see that his lips were pressed in a hard line. Obviously his father was a sore point.
“Musical theatre is all I’ve ever wanted to do, honestly. Well, I also love fashion and I make some of my own pieces. That is my fall back plan though. I really just love to perform. Finn and I were in Glee club in high school and though I didn’t get many solos, I loved singing on stage.”
“Oh, Finn has told me plenty about your Glee club. I was the lead singer for the Dalton Academy Warblers. We went up against you guys a few times. He said that your club was like a big cat-fighting family.” Blaine chuckled.
“You went to Dalton? You don’t look like a prep school boy.” Kurt remarked, taking in his shaggy curls and tight pants.
“I did then. I kept my hair shorter and slicked it back with gel. It was what my parents saw me as. I figure I won’t have to get a haircut until I go home for the summer. It’s nice-- kind of liberating actually. I like being away from home, even if it is only like a 30 minute drive.”
Kurt thought about the 10 hours that separated him from his father and his heart hurt. “As much as I wanted to leave Ohio, it’s really hard for me to be away from my dad. He was all I had for half of my life and now, it’s like I’m gaining all of these new experiences but I have no one to share them with.”
Blaine frowned a little and nudged Kurt’s shoulder. “No sad thoughts. We’re at a party. Maybe you should dance with someone.”
“And who should I dance with?” Kurt asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I am a spectacular dancer.” Blaine replied, jumping off the counter and holding out a hand to Kurt.
“You want to dance with me?” Kurt asked incredulously, taking Blaine’s hand.
“Obviously. We’ve kind of been carefully ignoring the fact that we’re both gay the entire time we’ve been talking.” Blaine said as he led him out of the kitchen and out to the living room where people were dancing.
“I didn’t know you were gay!” Kurt hissed.
“Finn didn’t tell you? He told me about you.” Blaine shrugged then grabbed Kurt’s hips and pulled him close.
“I’m going to kill him.” Kurt vowed as he began to move to the music.
“Later. Right now we’re dancing.”
Kurt couldn’t believe his luck. This gorgeous, charming boy was gay and interested in him. Kurt’s head was spinning and he hadn’t even drank that much alcohol yet. Instead of alcohol, Kurt was drunk on Blaine-- drunk on the way he looked, smelled the way he felt against him. They were pressed so close that Kurt could barely figure out where he stopped and Blaine started. It was overwhelming and amazing and Kurt wanted more. He could feel his blood heating in his veins and he knew that he was getting hard against Blaine. Kurt pulled his hips back nervously but Blaine growled and pulled close again. Kurt whimpered and buried his face against Blaine’s shoulder.
“Do you wanna go back to my room?” Blaine’s breath ghosted over Kurt’s ear and he shivered as he nodded fervently.
***
The instant the door shut behind them, Blaine had Kurt up against it. The walk across campus had done nothing to cool their desire-- in fact the wait had made them more frantic. Every piece of clothing Kurt was wearing was expensive but he didn’t protest when Blaine pulled his vest from his body and dropped it to the floor. His tie and shirt followed then Blaine jerked his own shirt up and over his head. Blaine pressed his bare chest against Kurt’s, holding him against the door as he fumbled with his jeans.
“Are we moving too fast?” Blaine asked, mouth across Kurt’s collarbone.
Kurt’s head fall back with a thump but he ignored the sting in his skull. God, it was too fast but it so was good that he didn’t care.
“No… fuck that feels good.” Kurt moaned, clutching at Blaine’s shoulders.
“Just let me know if I do anything you don’t like.”
And with that final warning, Blaine dropped smoothly to his knees. He popped the button on Kurt’s jeans and peeled them slowly down his legs. He unzipped each of Kurt’s boots and gently pulled each one off. Kurt shivered a little in the cool air, feeling exposed but then Blaine’s hands grasped his hips and his mouth sank over his cock and cold was the last thing on Kurt’s mind. Kurt buried his hands in Blaine’s curls and tugged as carefully as he could-- just holding onto Blaine made him feel more grounded. His body was shaking uncontrollably and his knees felt like jelly but Blaine held him upright. But all too soon, Blaine was pulling off of his cock with an obscene pop. Kurt whimpered pitifully but Blaine shushed him with a gentle kiss.
“Stay here.” He commanded softly the walked over to his side of the room. He reached into the table beside his bed and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. “Sorry to break the mood but I really wanna fuck you here and I won’t risk hurting you just to fulfill my own fantasy.” He flashed Kurt a grin the fell right back down to a kneel in front of him.
“S’ok. Just please…” Kurt whispered hoarsely.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you.” Blaine promised. Kurt dimly heard the lube snap open but then Blaine started mouthing wetly at his cock and the rest of the world ceased to exist again.
Kurt gasped and moaned loudly when he felt a cool, slick finger pressing at his entrance. He automatically spread his legs as far as he could without toppling over and was rewarded by Blaine groaning around his cock. Without a thought, Kurt thrusted into the sensation, and Blaine made a startled sound of pleasure. Blaine pressed a finger inside of Kurt, moving it around to make room for another. Kurt keened high in his throat and bucked back against him then into Blaine’s mouth.
“I’m sorry Blaine! I can’t help it-- I don’t mean to choke you!” Kurt babbled, his eyes wide and frantic.
“Hush, it’s alright. I like it.” Kurt stopped rambling immediately and Blaine used his distraction to slip another finger inside of him. Kurt’s head fell back and he moaned so loud that Blaine was sure you could hear him down the hall. “Go ahead and fuck my mouth, Kurt. I know you want to.”
Kurt felt his control snap. Blaine’s mouth was so hot and wet and perfect-- and Blaine was right, he wanted to fuck it. Kurt set up a hard rhythm, thrusting back against Blaine’s hand then slamming deep into Blaine’s throat. The darker boy whimpered around his cock but he didn’t stop slamming his fingers into Kurt’s ass. It was a sensation overload and when Blaine paused to slide a third finger inside of him, Kurt lost it.
“God, Blaine… I’m close. So fucking close. Do you wanna st--” Kurt choked on his words.
Blaine sucked harder, his free hand leaving bruises on Kurt’s hip as he guided him in and out of his mouth. Kurt’s fingers tightened in his hair and his body went absolutely still for just one second--every cell in his body straining forward-- and then he shattered, bucking against Blaine and sobbing out his release. Blaine swallowed then pulled his hands away long enough to wipe his fingers on his discarded shirt-- then reached out to catch Kurt before he fell face first to the floor.
“Fuck Blaine.” Kurt murmured, tucking his body against Blaine’s.
“That’s the idea, baby. Now hold yourself up for a minute.” Blaine gently settled Kurt back against the door and ripped open the condom wrapper.
“I can’t even stand Blaine, how are we gonna do this?” Kurt asked sleepily.
Blaine ignored his question and rolled the condom on. He grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked himself up then wiped his hands clean again. Then he grabbed Kurt around the hips and lifted him. Kurt made a startled squeak and immediately wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist.
“You’re gonna have to help me a little Kurt. I’m holding you up so you’ll have to guide me in.” Blaine whispered hot against Kurt’s ear.
Kurt felt his cock give a half-hearted twitch at his words and he obediently reached down to grab Blaine’s cock. It took a few tries to blindly position him but then Blaine was sliding into him and Kurt couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled in his chest.
“You like that?” Blaine asked hoarsely, nibbling at Kurt’s neck.
“Are you just going to ask stupid questions or are you going to fuck me?” Kurt snarked, his mind finally clearing enough to think.
“Welcome back to Earth.” Blaine chuckled lowly, then he pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside Kurt then slammed back in.
The door rattled on it’s hinges and Kurt wailed. It was too much. He was still sensitive from his orgasm but Blaine’s cock was hitting his prostate with every thrust and Kurt loved it. He didn’t have much leverage but he met each thrust the best he could and clinging to Blaine’s back so hard that he knew there’d be scratch marks and bruises in the morning. Kurt could feel his cock start to get hard again and Blaine paused long enough to smirk at him before resuming his bruising pace.
“I want you to come with me, Kurt.” Blaine gasped. “Can you touch yourself?”
Kurt slowly unwrapped one arm from Blaine’s neck and grabbed his cock. He tried to match Blaine’s pace, fisting his cock hard and fast while listening to Blaine groan against his shoulder. Tremors were coursing up and down Blaine’s body and Kurt knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. That thought alone was enough to tip Kurt over the edge. Kurt came with a keening wail, spilling between the two of them messily. Blaine bit his shoulder roughly and followed him instantly. They hold their position for a second before Blaine gently sits Kurt back on the ground.
Kurt smiled shyly and watched Blaine pull off the condom and toss it in the trash. Blaine beckons him over to his side of the room and wipes his chest off with a tissue. A shower would be better but neither of them want to walk down the hall right now. Once they’re both somewhat clean they pull their underwear back on and slip into Blaine’s bed. Kurt is positive that this should be awkward but it’s not. He lets Blaine sling an arm over his chest and he snuggles against the shorter boy for warmth.
“That was kinda amazing.” Blaine murmurs softly in the darkness.
“It was. We could try that again the next time I’m in town.” Kurt whispers back.
Blaine nodded and scooted closer to Kurt, draping himself practically on top of him. The had just started to doze off when there was a knock at the door.
“Uh Blaine…Kurt…? Is it ok for me to come in and go to bed now?” Finn called from the hallway.
Kurt felt his face flush and he buried it in Blaine’s chest.
“Yeah, we’re dressed.” Blaine called back.
Finn shuffled in awkwardly, not looking over at Blaine’s side of the room. He undressed quickly and jumped into his own bed.
“Goodnight Finn.” Blaine laughed at his friends discomfort.
“Goodnight Blaine…Kurt. Just please, wait until I’m not here before you got at it again. Please?”
Kurt laughed harder than he ever had in his life. This little vacation from New York was exactly what he needed.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was written as a response to a prompt on the kink meme: "Kurt goes to college in NYC while Finn goes to college at OSU. Once in a while he goes back to Ohio and visits Finn on campus, where he meets Blaine during a party. The two hit it off immediately but are not looking for a relationship for whatever reason but both have needs, so they settle for a one night stand. Kurt keeps running into Blaine every time he comes back to Ohio (either intentionally or not ;)) and they quickly become friends with benefits. They also have phone/Skype sex and eventually hang out more together outside of the bedroom whenever Kurt is in town, until they realize they might want their relationship to be more than just physical. :)"
Warnings for this part: None (but they do experiment with some kinky stuff later on.)
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Part 1: March 2013
“Come on dude, my dorm is this way.” Finn grabbed Kurt’s bag out of his hand and trotted off.
Kurt sighed and followed his brother at a more sedate pace. Finn was obviously excited to show him around at OSU. After spending their entire senior year terrified that he wouldn’t get into college-- Finn had finally managed to snag a football scholarship. It didn’t pay for everything but it was enough. Burt and Carole didn’t mind helping him take out loans for the rest. Kurt on the other hand had went to New York with Rachel as planned. They lived in a tiny apartment with barely any furniture and spent all of their time working, auditioning and studying. That was why Kurt decided to come home for a few days. They had a three day weekend and Kurt was spending Friday with Finn before they both went home for the weekend.
Finn reached the building first and turned back to Kurt with the biggest grin Kurt had ever seen. Finn looked like an over-excited golden retriever, bouncing on his toes and waving a hand to hurry Kurt along. Once inside they grabbed the elevator up to Finn’s floor. The taller boy was talking a mile a minute about football practice, classes and his roommate. Kurt nodded in all the right places, an amused grin firmly on his face. He was really proud of his brother. Finn had never been the college type but he deserved the opportunity and Kurt was glad he’d received it. They walked down the hallway together and as they neared the end, Kurt heard music.
“Oh, Blaine is here. You totally get to meet him. He’s really a cool dude and he helps me with my homework. I swear, I would have already failed out if it weren’t for him.” Finn smiled sheepishly as he unlocked the door and Kurt rolled his eyes. His brother was pretty slow sometimes.
Finn pushed the door open and gestured Kurt in. The boy on the far side of the room had dark curly hair that was growing out just a shade too much to be respectable. Kurt couldn’t see his face because of the way he was hunched over his guitar-- but he could hear his voice. He had the most beautiful singing voice Kurt had ever heard. Kurt felt his cheeks warm and he damned his fair complexion. Finn came in behind him and shut the door with a dull thump.
“Hi Blaine, this is my brother Kurt.” Finn called out, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting Blaine’s song.
Blaine didn’t seem to mind though. He looked away from his guitar and turned to them with a sunny smile that made the bottom fall out of Kurt’s stomach. Blaine stood and sat his guitar down before striding across the room and holding out his hand.
“Hi, Kurt. Your brother has told me a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.” Though knowing Finn, Kurt couldn’t be certain.
“Well, he might had mentioned something about skin care routines and bathroom hogging-- but that’s normal brother stuff, right?” Blaine grinned at him.
Kurt glared at his step-brother. “Yes, normal brother stuff.” He growled.
Finn looked nervous for a second but quickly brightened. “Oh, the party! Are you still going Blaine?” Finn asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, it’s not until like 8. I was gonna hang out here for a little bit then grab dinner before I went.”
Kurt arched one delicate eyebrow at his brother. “We’re you planning on telling me about this party, Finn?”
“Oh, I thought I already did… Uh well there’s a party tonight. It’s not a big kegger or anything. It’s just that there weren’t classes today and everyone is going home in the morning.” Finn explained.
“It’ll be fun, Kurt. Don’t worry.” Blaine gave him a knee-melting smile and Kurt knew he was doomed.
***
Finn hadn’t been lying when he said the party was small. There was only about 20 people in the small apartment and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Finn had walked him around the room, introducing him to people. It was a little weird to have Finn so excited to show off his brother but after about an hour the novelty seemed to wear off. Finn’s friends were very interested in his life in New York. Many of them were like Finn and hadn’t traveled outside of Ohio much. Kurt was in the middle of telling a girl named Jill about an absolutely horrendous audition he and Rachel had attended when Blaine walked over to them.
Kurt finished his story-- but just barely. Blaine had changed out of the simple tee-shirt and jeans he’d been wearing earlier into a tight pair of black pants and a button down white shirt. The top few buttons were open, giving Kurt a glimpse of tan skin. Jill wandered off after his story was finished and Kurt found himself at a loss. Part of him was furious that he was so charmed by Blaine-- Kurt lived in NYC for christs sake. He saw plenty of pretty boys every day but nothing prepared him for Blaine. Blaine wasn’t like the meticulous, perfectly coiffed and made-up boys he saw every day in his musical theatre classes. He seemed to ooze raw sensuality and Kurt just wasn’t able to resist wanting him.
“Having fun?”
“Yeah, I’m just taking everything in. This is a lot of new people to meet in one day.” Kurt drained his cup and sighed sadly down at it.
“Refill time? C’mon, I happen to be excellent at mixing drinks.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and dragged him towards the kitchen.
Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him into the kitchen, his hand tingling from where Blaine had gripped it. Everything in him was screaming that Blaine was gay-- he had to be. What straight boy drags another boy around like that? But after the disastrous crushes Kurt had on Finn and Sam in high school, he was a little scared to make assumptions.
“What do you like?” Blaine asked, eying the bottles on the counter.
Kurt’s head snapped up at the question, his train of thought derailing quickly.
“Surprise me.”
Blaine poured several different things into the cup but Kurt wasn’t really paying attention. He needed to think of a way to ask if Blaine was gay. There was no way he was ready for a relationship--especially not a long distance one-- but Blaine was too gorgeous to pass up. Kurt had lost his virginity months ago to a boy in his theatre class but there hadn’t been anyone since that brief fling. Blaine seemed to be the perfect remedy to his dry spell.
“Here you go. Cheers!” Blaine winked at him before tipping his own cup up and taking a long drink.
Kurt accepted his cup and mimicked Blaine. The drink actually was really good. It tasted just fruity enough to take away the bite of the alcohol.
“Thanks. You are pretty good at this.”
Blaine ducked his head bashfully but Kurt could see the grin tugging at his lips. Then Blaine hopped up on the counter and Kurt found himself looking up at him stupidly.
“Tell me a little about yourself, Kurt. All I’ve heard about you has been second hand through your brother and I’m sure you know what talking to him is like. It was very similar to talking to a kid who’s had too much sugar.” Blaine swung his feet and grinned encouragingly at Kurt.
“Well, I’m majoring in musical theatre. It’s a cut throat major though and my best friend and I don’t even have time to sleep half the time. Rachel and I are constantly at auditions, voice lessons and rehearsals. There’s barely even time for our gen-eds but it’s only been a semester and a half so it may get better. It’s a lot of fun though. When I was a kid all I wanted to do was get out of Ohio.” Kurt said carefully.
“I thought about NYU when I was filling out college applications but all of my family has went here at OSU. I really didn’t have much of a choice-- I’m interested in musical theatre myself but my father is only paying for my education if I go into business. Luckily, I don’t have to declare a major yet so I’m taking all the fun courses I can now.” Blaine took another sip from his drink and Kurt could see that his lips were pressed in a hard line. Obviously his father was a sore point.
“Musical theatre is all I’ve ever wanted to do, honestly. Well, I also love fashion and I make some of my own pieces. That is my fall back plan though. I really just love to perform. Finn and I were in Glee club in high school and though I didn’t get many solos, I loved singing on stage.”
“Oh, Finn has told me plenty about your Glee club. I was the lead singer for the Dalton Academy Warblers. We went up against you guys a few times. He said that your club was like a big cat-fighting family.” Blaine chuckled.
“You went to Dalton? You don’t look like a prep school boy.” Kurt remarked, taking in his shaggy curls and tight pants.
“I did then. I kept my hair shorter and slicked it back with gel. It was what my parents saw me as. I figure I won’t have to get a haircut until I go home for the summer. It’s nice-- kind of liberating actually. I like being away from home, even if it is only like a 30 minute drive.”
Kurt thought about the 10 hours that separated him from his father and his heart hurt. “As much as I wanted to leave Ohio, it’s really hard for me to be away from my dad. He was all I had for half of my life and now, it’s like I’m gaining all of these new experiences but I have no one to share them with.”
Blaine frowned a little and nudged Kurt’s shoulder. “No sad thoughts. We’re at a party. Maybe you should dance with someone.”
“And who should I dance with?” Kurt asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I am a spectacular dancer.” Blaine replied, jumping off the counter and holding out a hand to Kurt.
“You want to dance with me?” Kurt asked incredulously, taking Blaine’s hand.
“Obviously. We’ve kind of been carefully ignoring the fact that we’re both gay the entire time we’ve been talking.” Blaine said as he led him out of the kitchen and out to the living room where people were dancing.
“I didn’t know you were gay!” Kurt hissed.
“Finn didn’t tell you? He told me about you.” Blaine shrugged then grabbed Kurt’s hips and pulled him close.
“I’m going to kill him.” Kurt vowed as he began to move to the music.
“Later. Right now we’re dancing.”
Kurt couldn’t believe his luck. This gorgeous, charming boy was gay and interested in him. Kurt’s head was spinning and he hadn’t even drank that much alcohol yet. Instead of alcohol, Kurt was drunk on Blaine-- drunk on the way he looked, smelled the way he felt against him. They were pressed so close that Kurt could barely figure out where he stopped and Blaine started. It was overwhelming and amazing and Kurt wanted more. He could feel his blood heating in his veins and he knew that he was getting hard against Blaine. Kurt pulled his hips back nervously but Blaine growled and pulled close again. Kurt whimpered and buried his face against Blaine’s shoulder.
“Do you wanna go back to my room?” Blaine’s breath ghosted over Kurt’s ear and he shivered as he nodded fervently.
***
The instant the door shut behind them, Blaine had Kurt up against it. The walk across campus had done nothing to cool their desire-- in fact the wait had made them more frantic. Every piece of clothing Kurt was wearing was expensive but he didn’t protest when Blaine pulled his vest from his body and dropped it to the floor. His tie and shirt followed then Blaine jerked his own shirt up and over his head. Blaine pressed his bare chest against Kurt’s, holding him against the door as he fumbled with his jeans.
“Are we moving too fast?” Blaine asked, mouth across Kurt’s collarbone.
Kurt’s head fall back with a thump but he ignored the sting in his skull. God, it was too fast but it so was good that he didn’t care.
“No… fuck that feels good.” Kurt moaned, clutching at Blaine’s shoulders.
“Just let me know if I do anything you don’t like.”
And with that final warning, Blaine dropped smoothly to his knees. He popped the button on Kurt’s jeans and peeled them slowly down his legs. He unzipped each of Kurt’s boots and gently pulled each one off. Kurt shivered a little in the cool air, feeling exposed but then Blaine’s hands grasped his hips and his mouth sank over his cock and cold was the last thing on Kurt’s mind. Kurt buried his hands in Blaine’s curls and tugged as carefully as he could-- just holding onto Blaine made him feel more grounded. His body was shaking uncontrollably and his knees felt like jelly but Blaine held him upright. But all too soon, Blaine was pulling off of his cock with an obscene pop. Kurt whimpered pitifully but Blaine shushed him with a gentle kiss.
“Stay here.” He commanded softly the walked over to his side of the room. He reached into the table beside his bed and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. “Sorry to break the mood but I really wanna fuck you here and I won’t risk hurting you just to fulfill my own fantasy.” He flashed Kurt a grin the fell right back down to a kneel in front of him.
“S’ok. Just please…” Kurt whispered hoarsely.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you.” Blaine promised. Kurt dimly heard the lube snap open but then Blaine started mouthing wetly at his cock and the rest of the world ceased to exist again.
Kurt gasped and moaned loudly when he felt a cool, slick finger pressing at his entrance. He automatically spread his legs as far as he could without toppling over and was rewarded by Blaine groaning around his cock. Without a thought, Kurt thrusted into the sensation, and Blaine made a startled sound of pleasure. Blaine pressed a finger inside of Kurt, moving it around to make room for another. Kurt keened high in his throat and bucked back against him then into Blaine’s mouth.
“I’m sorry Blaine! I can’t help it-- I don’t mean to choke you!” Kurt babbled, his eyes wide and frantic.
“Hush, it’s alright. I like it.” Kurt stopped rambling immediately and Blaine used his distraction to slip another finger inside of him. Kurt’s head fell back and he moaned so loud that Blaine was sure you could hear him down the hall. “Go ahead and fuck my mouth, Kurt. I know you want to.”
Kurt felt his control snap. Blaine’s mouth was so hot and wet and perfect-- and Blaine was right, he wanted to fuck it. Kurt set up a hard rhythm, thrusting back against Blaine’s hand then slamming deep into Blaine’s throat. The darker boy whimpered around his cock but he didn’t stop slamming his fingers into Kurt’s ass. It was a sensation overload and when Blaine paused to slide a third finger inside of him, Kurt lost it.
“God, Blaine… I’m close. So fucking close. Do you wanna st--” Kurt choked on his words.
Blaine sucked harder, his free hand leaving bruises on Kurt’s hip as he guided him in and out of his mouth. Kurt’s fingers tightened in his hair and his body went absolutely still for just one second--every cell in his body straining forward-- and then he shattered, bucking against Blaine and sobbing out his release. Blaine swallowed then pulled his hands away long enough to wipe his fingers on his discarded shirt-- then reached out to catch Kurt before he fell face first to the floor.
“Fuck Blaine.” Kurt murmured, tucking his body against Blaine’s.
“That’s the idea, baby. Now hold yourself up for a minute.” Blaine gently settled Kurt back against the door and ripped open the condom wrapper.
“I can’t even stand Blaine, how are we gonna do this?” Kurt asked sleepily.
Blaine ignored his question and rolled the condom on. He grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked himself up then wiped his hands clean again. Then he grabbed Kurt around the hips and lifted him. Kurt made a startled squeak and immediately wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist.
“You’re gonna have to help me a little Kurt. I’m holding you up so you’ll have to guide me in.” Blaine whispered hot against Kurt’s ear.
Kurt felt his cock give a half-hearted twitch at his words and he obediently reached down to grab Blaine’s cock. It took a few tries to blindly position him but then Blaine was sliding into him and Kurt couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled in his chest.
“You like that?” Blaine asked hoarsely, nibbling at Kurt’s neck.
“Are you just going to ask stupid questions or are you going to fuck me?” Kurt snarked, his mind finally clearing enough to think.
“Welcome back to Earth.” Blaine chuckled lowly, then he pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside Kurt then slammed back in.
The door rattled on it’s hinges and Kurt wailed. It was too much. He was still sensitive from his orgasm but Blaine’s cock was hitting his prostate with every thrust and Kurt loved it. He didn’t have much leverage but he met each thrust the best he could and clinging to Blaine’s back so hard that he knew there’d be scratch marks and bruises in the morning. Kurt could feel his cock start to get hard again and Blaine paused long enough to smirk at him before resuming his bruising pace.
“I want you to come with me, Kurt.” Blaine gasped. “Can you touch yourself?”
Kurt slowly unwrapped one arm from Blaine’s neck and grabbed his cock. He tried to match Blaine’s pace, fisting his cock hard and fast while listening to Blaine groan against his shoulder. Tremors were coursing up and down Blaine’s body and Kurt knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. That thought alone was enough to tip Kurt over the edge. Kurt came with a keening wail, spilling between the two of them messily. Blaine bit his shoulder roughly and followed him instantly. They hold their position for a second before Blaine gently sits Kurt back on the ground.
Kurt smiled shyly and watched Blaine pull off the condom and toss it in the trash. Blaine beckons him over to his side of the room and wipes his chest off with a tissue. A shower would be better but neither of them want to walk down the hall right now. Once they’re both somewhat clean they pull their underwear back on and slip into Blaine’s bed. Kurt is positive that this should be awkward but it’s not. He lets Blaine sling an arm over his chest and he snuggles against the shorter boy for warmth.
“That was kinda amazing.” Blaine murmurs softly in the darkness.
“It was. We could try that again the next time I’m in town.” Kurt whispers back.
Blaine nodded and scooted closer to Kurt, draping himself practically on top of him. The had just started to doze off when there was a knock at the door.
“Uh Blaine…Kurt…? Is it ok for me to come in and go to bed now?” Finn called from the hallway.
Kurt felt his face flush and he buried it in Blaine’s chest.
“Yeah, we’re dressed.” Blaine called back.
Finn shuffled in awkwardly, not looking over at Blaine’s side of the room. He undressed quickly and jumped into his own bed.
“Goodnight Finn.” Blaine laughed at his friends discomfort.
“Goodnight Blaine…Kurt. Just please, wait until I’m not here before you got at it again. Please?”
Kurt laughed harder than he ever had in his life. This little vacation from New York was exactly what he needed.