Fic: In College You Know Who You Are (11/?)
Title: In College You Know Who You Are (11/?)
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's summer time and the boys are getting as much time in together as they can.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1.
Warnings for this part: Porn, Rachel being a diva, some Blangst
‘R-e-s-p-e-c-t…find out what it means to me…’
Blaine tore his mouth from Kurt’s and looked around the room. Both of their lips were kiss swollen and Kurt was pretty sure that Blaine’s shirt landed on the ceiling fan.
“Kurt, your phone is ringing.” Blaine panted, as he trailed open mouthed kisses down the side of Kurt’s neck.
“I know, it’s just Mercedes. I’ll talk to her later.” Kurt mumbled, pulling his own shirt over his head and dropping it carelessly to the floor. He’d dressed simply since he knew he wouldn’t be in his clothes for long. Kurt had come home for the summer only a few hours ago. He’d spent those few hours with his family then high-tailed it over to Blaine’s. They hadn’t seen each other in person since winter break and it was obvious that they’d missed each other.
“Will she be mad?” Blaine asked as he wiggled them both out of their jeans.
“Maybe, I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve been hard since my plane touched down and if you don’t fuck me soon-- I will die.” Kurt said dramatically.
Blaine laughed softly against his shoulder. Kurt glared at him but the effect was hindered by his flushed cheeks. Kurt reached up and dug around in the side table-- ignoring Blaine’s protests-- and shoved the lube at his boyfriend.
“We have all summer for slow, leisurely love-making. I want you to fuck me now.”
Blaine took the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. He circled Kurt’s hole slowly, thoroughly slicking it, before pressing inside. Kurt growled and rocked his hips with the intrusion. Kurt was just moving past the burn when Aretha Franklin started again. Blaine froze and stared at him. Kurt could tell that Blaine was thinking about stopping and letting Kurt answer the phone but Kurt was having none of it. His hands flew down to hold Blaine’s wrist and keep his fingers inside of him.
“I’ll call her afterwards, please don’t stop.” Kurt whimpered.
“You’ve been home a few hours. Maybe we should have waited until you’d spent some more time with your friends and family…”
“Blaine I swear to God if you don’t--oh!” Kurt’s threat was interrupted but Blaine crooking his fingers against his prostate.
Kurt moaned happily and let his limbs go slack. He rolled his hips to meet each sharp thrust of Blaine’s hand.
“More.” Kurt demanded.
Blaine pressed a third finger inside of him and twisted them, forcing Kurt’s body to loosen around him. Kurt’s phone went off again but neither of them noticed-- instead Blaine pulled his fingers free and slicked his cock. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist and pulled him close. The sensation was overwhelming and Kurt felt his brain short-circuit when Blaine thrust into him in one smooth thrust. Blaine tried to pause but Kurt’s hips were too restless. He immediately pressed back against Blaine-- and Blaine took the hint readily. He pulled back until only the tip of his cock was still sheathed in Kurt’s body then thrust sharply back in. Kurt gripped him even tighter and begged Blaine for more.
“Harder, please Blaine…” Kurt panted, digging his fingernails into Blaine’s shoulders.
Blaine steadied himself on his elbows so that he could grip Kurt’s hips bruisingly. He paused for a moment, prompting Kurt to whimper in protest, as he gathered his strength. Then he rolled his hips, quickly establishing a steady pattern of dragging Kurt down onto his cock with every powerful thrust. Kurt’s head fell back against the pillow and his body when completely limp-- he had no leverage with Blaine holding onto him like this. He had no choice but to lay back and happily take all that Blaine was giving him.
Kurt knew they were not going to last. He was desperately trying to hold on for just a few more minutes-- he’d missed Blaine’s touch so much and he wanted it to last forever-- but the pace was too frantic, too rough and too perfect. There was just no way. Blaine changed his angle slightly and Kurt saw stars behind his tightly closed eyelids and he knew it was over. Kurt groaned loudly, his body shaking so hard that he was sure he was going to fall apart. Blaine pressed a hot kiss to his neck and wrapped one guitar calloused hand around his cock and stroked it once-- then Kurt was coming, spurt after spurt coating their stomachs and making them slide wetly together. Blaine thrust erratically a couple more times before follow Kurt into bliss. Kurt moaned brokenly at the hot feeling of Blaine filling him up then they fell together in a messy heap.
“I get the feeling you missed me.” Blaine murmured, kissing Kurt’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm’s around Kurt, ignoring the come that was drying on their skin.
“I guess you could say that.” Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine’s chest and closed his eyes.
“We cannot fall asleep like this, Kurt. We need a shower.” Blaine yawned.
“Ok.”
“I’m serious.” Blaine’s eyes slipped shut too.
Kurt didn’t answer. He was already asleep.
***
“Kurt, your phone is ringing again.” Blaine called from the living room.
“What is the ringtone?”
“Don’t Rain On My Parade.”
“Oh, it’s Rachel. God only knows what she wants. I live with her 9 months out of the year, she can wait until tomorrow. We‘ve only been back in Ohio for two weeks. She cannot miss me that much.” Kurt came out of the kitchen and grinned at Blaine. “Dinner will be in the oven for about 2 hours. What do you think we should do until then?”
“We could watch a movie.” Blaine suggested.
Kurt rolled his eyes and walked around the couch to stand in front of his boyfriend. Blaine looked up at him innocently and Kurt knew that Blaine was joking about the movie. Kurt pressed him back against the couch and straddled his lap. Blaine’s hands immediately grabbed his hips and pulled them flush together.
Then Kurt’s phone started ringing again.
“Seriously Kurt, what is up with your friends calling every time we’re together.” Blaine asked, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s.
“I have no idea. They know where I am-- and if they don’t, Finn does. They could try calling him.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Barbara, but that song is getting annoying.”
“That’s because I forgot that Rachel does not take no for an answer and she’s called 3 times in the past 2 minutes.” Kurt sighed. He climbed off of Blaine’s lap and grabbed his phone.
“What is it, Rachel?”
“Hi Kurt!” Rachel sing-songed, ignoring his impatient tone.
“Why did you call me so many times in a row, Rachel? Did someone die?”
“No silly. I just wanted to talk to my best friend. Why didn’t you answer your phone if you heard me calling?”
Kurt looked over at Blaine on the couch and bit his tongue to stop the groan that bubbled up in his throat. Blaine had tossed his shirt to the floor and was slowly rubbing his hand over the bulge in his jeans. Kurt felt his pants tighten as his blood all instantly rushed southwards.
“I’m at Blaine’s house. I told you last night that I would be at Blaine’s today.” Kurt said through clenched teeth.
“Oh, well I was going to invite you to a sleep-over extravaganza but if you’re too busy with your boyfriend then whatever.”
“I live with you. I don’t need to come to your sleep-over Rachel.”
“You don’t live with Mercedes and Tina.”
“You’re right, I don’t. None of this changes the fact that I told you last night that I would be staying at Blaine’s. You should have planned your sleep-over a little better Rachel.”
Rachel huffed on her end of the line but Kurt wasn’t even paying attention to her anymore. Blaine had managed to run upstairs and grab the lube, shimmy out of his pants and lay back down on the couch. Kurt made a strangled sound then cleared his throat.
“I’ll talk to you later, Rachel.”
“But Kurt--!”
“Bye Rach.” Kurt hung up his phone and turned the ringer off.
“Is she going to be mad at you?” Blaine asked as Kurt stripped out of his clothes.
“Probably. Rachel is more of a diva than I am but she’ll get over it.”
Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and pulled him down until he was straddling his hips. Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t complain when Blaine trickled lube over his fingers.
“You want me to do all the work?” Kurt asked breathlessly as he pressed one slick finger into himself.
“I ran upstairs to get lube. That was hard work too.” Blaine growled, rubbing his hard dick against Kurt’s wrist.
Kurt rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. Instead, he slid another finger inside himself. Blaine was rolling his hips and dragging his wet cock across his cheeks and pumping fingers and the distraction was almost too much. He roughly pulled his fingers out and slathered them in lube again before thrusting three fingers inside.
“C’mon baby, I know you’re ready by now.” Blaine whined throatily.
“You are so impatient, Blaine Anderson. It is important that I am adequately stretched before I sit on your cock.”
Blaine huffed out a laugh and Kurt smirked down at him before pulling his fingers free. Blaine took his cue and quickly slicked his cock. Kurt positioned himself above Blaine and gently settled down onto his erection. Blaine closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Kurt continued down until he was seated on his lap.
“Move baby, you have to move.”
Kurt lifted himself up as far as he could then dropped back down until his ass was flush with Blaine’s pelvis. Blaine groaned and gripped Kurt’s hips as hard as he could. Kurt braced himself with his hands flat on Blaine’s chest and worked his thighs hard, bouncing up and down as fast as he could. Blaine struggled for leverage until he was able to snap his hips upwards to meet each of Kurt’s downward thrusts. It was rough and perfect, each sharp movement of Blaine’s cock in side of him dragging over his prostate. Kurt reached down to fist his cock just as his thrusts turned erratic. He clenched hard around Blaine’s dick as his orgasm blazed through him.
“Fuck Kurt… fuck.” Blaine growled, using his grip on Kurt’s hips to keep him moving rapidly on his dick until he came deep inside of him.
Kurt slumped forward on his boyfriend and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. Blaine blinked at his sleepily and grinned. Kurt tried to climb off of Blaine as gently as he could but he still hissed when Blaine’s cock slipped free from his body.
“Sore?” Blaine asked him in concern.
“A little. We have had a lot of sex in the past two weeks.”
Kurt looked around the living room for something to wipe the come off of Blaine’s chest but there was nothing. He shrugged and walked carefully into the kitchen for paper towels. Blaine watched him walk around his parents house completely naked and smiled. He liked the domestic feeling he got in his chest when he was with Kurt like this. Kurt tossed him a few paper towels and he mopped his chest clean then dabbed at his dick.
“Dinner still has a while until it’s ready-- wanna watch some tv?” Kurt asked as he tugged his boxers and undershirt on.
“That sounds great.”
They sat in front of the tv until the timer in the kitchen went off. They ended up back on the couch with plates in hand moments later. Dinner was delicious and quiet-- both of them just enjoying being with the other.
***
“Kurt, we’ve been back in Ohio for a month! You haven’t been to a single sleep over and we all want to spend time with you!” Rachel whined, clinging to Kurt’s arm.
“Rachel, we live together--”
“Stop using that as an excuse! You know that I’m not going to be the only one there. Mercedes, Tina and even Quinn will be there. It’ll be a Glee girl reunion!”
“Why is Quinn coming?” Kurt asked curiously.
“You know that she and I buried our animosity back in our senior year. I ran into her at the grocery store earlier this week and I invited her to come. She said yes. You’re the only one being difficult, Kurt.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Ok, when is it?”
“This Saturday night.” Rachel bounced excitedly.
Kurt mentally went over his plans with Blaine. This Saturday was the Anderson Family Dinner. Kurt was no invited and Blaine had assured him that he did not want to be. The dinner mostly consisted of his parents sitting there stiffly and asking Blaine very impersonal questions about his school and life. Kurt sighed.
“I’m not doing anything Saturday night. What time do you want me to come over?”
“8 o’clock! You’re going to have so much fun Kurt!”
“I’m sure I will.”
***
Kurt:
Good luck with dinner!
Blaine:
Thanks, I’ll need it. You have no idea how boring and uncomfortable this always is.
Kurt thought about Friday night dinners with his dad and smiled. Kurt knew that he had it good with his own family. Blaine rarely ever saw his and when he did-- it was never pleasant.
Kurt:
I’m sorry baby. Just remember, while you’re eating a delicious dinner-- my ear drums will be bleeding from listening to Rachel sing too much karaoke.
Blaine:
Oh be nice, Rachel has a great voice. You just wanted to stay with me. ;)
Kurt:
This is true, but if you tell her that I admitted that? We will be so over.
Blaine:
I love you. I have to go now.
Kurt:
Love you too! Text me later.
Kurt pocketed his phone and looked around Rachel’s bedroom. It hadn’t changed a bit since she’d left for college and Rachel was very proud of it. She said that he dads cleaned it weekly and kept it perfect as a shrine to their only daughter. Right now there was popcorn all over the floor and Mercedes was braiding Tina’s hair into tiny little braids that went down the back of her head. Rachel was talking a mile a minute to Quinn about her vocal lessons and Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little. He knew that Rachel and Quinn had become sort of friends last year but Rachel had really invited her just to brag. Kurt was a little bit at a loss now that Blaine couldn’t text him anymore and he fidgeted a little. He really was out of touch with his friends.
“Are you done trying to be sneaky over there and texting Blaine?” Mercedes asked him with a wink.
Kurt startled a bit and grinned at his friend.
“Yeah. He’s having dinner with his parents right now.” Kurt shrugged.
He felt his phone vibrate and he pulled it out. It was a picture of Blaine in front of his mirror in his room. His boyfriend was dressed nicely in jeans and a maroon polo shirt that made his arms look fabulous. Kurt stared at the photo long enough for Mercedes to realize that she no longer had his attention.
“What’d he send you now?” She asked curiously.
“A picture of his outfit. His parents expect him to look a certain way.”
Kurt:
Your arms… You can’t send me pictures like this when you’re so far away.
Blaine:
;)
Rachel frowned at him from her spot across the room but didn’t comment. Kurt sat his phone down on the floor and went over to where Mercedes was working on Tina’s hair. He didn’t notice Rachel snatching his phone up and putting it in her pocket. Kurt wanted to make an effort to really see his friends again and he easily fell into a conversation about how school was going for the other girls. He didn’t think anything of his phone as he and Mercedes finished braiding Tina’s hair. It was over an hour later, after they’d eaten pizza and watched a few old videos of them performing in high school that he wondered how Blaine was doing. He looked on the floor where he’d left his phone, then checked under the bed and over by Mercedes. His phone was no where to be found.
“Has anyone seen my phone? I want to check up on Blaine.” Kurt asked.
“Do you really need it right now, Kurt? You’re supposed to be spending time with us.” Rachel sniped.
“I am spending time with you.” Kurt replied, gesturing around the room.
“No you’re not. You spend all of your time at Blaine’s and you never want to see us. You’ve ignored calls from all of us just so you can be with your boyfriend. It’s not fair! I thought we were friends.” Rachel huffed.
“Rachel we live together 9 months of the year. Blaine lives in Ohio all the time-- there is no way that I spend more time with him than you.”
“Ever since you’ve come home though, Kurt. None of us as seen you for more than a few minutes at a time.” Mercedes piped up.
“I haven’t seen you at all, actually.” Tina added quietly.
Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He did not agreed to come to this party just so every one could jump on him. He wanted to spend time with Blaine-- that was normal for someone his age in their first major relationship.
“Your phone has been going off non-stop for an hour Kurt. Doesn’t he have an respect for your friends? Are you not allowed to be with anyone but him?” Rachel asked sharply.
“My phone has been going off and you didn’t tell me? Where is it, Rachel?”
Rachel crossed her eyes and glared at him-- and Kurt felt himself snap.
“Ok, I’ve had enough of this. You cannot sit there and be angry with me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend. All of you in this room have ditched me at some point during our friendship to spend time with your boyfriends. Back in high school-- all I did was watch you guys swap boyfriends and fight and kiss in the hallways-- while I just waited my turn! It’s not fair for you get mad at me for doing something that you’ve all done for years!”
“Kurt that isn’t true--” Rachel interrupted but froze when Kurt raised an eyebrow at her.
“How is that not true? Sophomore year the only friends I had was Tina and Mercedes. Then Tina started dating Artie and rarely had time for us. Then there was that whole Mercedes and Puck fiasco. I watched you and Quinn toss Finn back and forth like he was a damn football. It was only when everyone was single that anyone had time for the poor little gay kid. I knew that I’d find someone once I got to college and I did and I’m trying to fucking catch up with the rest of you. I’ve never done this before! I never learned how to balance out my friends and boyfriend because I’ve never had to do it!” Kurt ran an aggravated hand through his hair, a habit he’d picked up from Blaine, and sighed.
“I’m sorry Kurt, I didn’t realize how much we had left you out for all those years.” Mercedes said, looking up at him with shining eyes.
“Yeah, I guess high school is all about boyfriends and dating and we just forgot that you didn’t get to do that too.” Tina agreed.
“Now I feel really bad that I was only ever your friend when I was pregnant or single.” Quinn shrugged.
Kurt stared at Rachel and waited for her to give into peer pressure. She had her arms tightly folded across her chest and her nose in the air.
“Just give me my phone Rachel so I can see what Blaine wanted.”
Rachel handed him his phone with a sigh.
“I’m sorry too. I just don’t understand why you’ve been attached to Blaine’s hip the past month.”
“Well let’s see-- before we left New York, you went on a couple of dates with that guy from your film class and I know you slept with him both times. I also know that since coming home to Ohio, you’ve hooked up with Finn. Your sexual needs are constantly tended to-- I hadn’t had sex since Christmas break. There was a lot to make up for.” Kurt laughed.
Rachel blushed and looked down at her pajamas but Kurt could see the satisfied smirk on her face.
Kurt shook his head at Rachels antics and unlocked his phone.
Blaine:
Hey Kurt, my dad asked me about my schedule and dinner and I told him about my plans.
Blaine:
It didn’t go well.
Blaine:
I guess you’re having a good time over there so I guess I’ll talk to you later about it.
Blaine:
Um, never mind that. Can you come get me? My dad is really mad.
Blaine:
I’ll call Finn and get him to pick me up.
Kurt went through his call log and saw that he had 4 missed calls from Blaine and 2 from Finn. Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed his keys. He didn’t even bother gathering up his overnight bag or any of his clothes and dvds.
“I have to go. I’ll tell you about it later!” Kurt called as he ran up the stairs. He had to get to Blaine.
***
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's summer time and the boys are getting as much time in together as they can.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1.
Warnings for this part: Porn, Rachel being a diva, some Blangst
‘R-e-s-p-e-c-t…find out what it means to me…’
Blaine tore his mouth from Kurt’s and looked around the room. Both of their lips were kiss swollen and Kurt was pretty sure that Blaine’s shirt landed on the ceiling fan.
“Kurt, your phone is ringing.” Blaine panted, as he trailed open mouthed kisses down the side of Kurt’s neck.
“I know, it’s just Mercedes. I’ll talk to her later.” Kurt mumbled, pulling his own shirt over his head and dropping it carelessly to the floor. He’d dressed simply since he knew he wouldn’t be in his clothes for long. Kurt had come home for the summer only a few hours ago. He’d spent those few hours with his family then high-tailed it over to Blaine’s. They hadn’t seen each other in person since winter break and it was obvious that they’d missed each other.
“Will she be mad?” Blaine asked as he wiggled them both out of their jeans.
“Maybe, I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve been hard since my plane touched down and if you don’t fuck me soon-- I will die.” Kurt said dramatically.
Blaine laughed softly against his shoulder. Kurt glared at him but the effect was hindered by his flushed cheeks. Kurt reached up and dug around in the side table-- ignoring Blaine’s protests-- and shoved the lube at his boyfriend.
“We have all summer for slow, leisurely love-making. I want you to fuck me now.”
Blaine took the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. He circled Kurt’s hole slowly, thoroughly slicking it, before pressing inside. Kurt growled and rocked his hips with the intrusion. Kurt was just moving past the burn when Aretha Franklin started again. Blaine froze and stared at him. Kurt could tell that Blaine was thinking about stopping and letting Kurt answer the phone but Kurt was having none of it. His hands flew down to hold Blaine’s wrist and keep his fingers inside of him.
“I’ll call her afterwards, please don’t stop.” Kurt whimpered.
“You’ve been home a few hours. Maybe we should have waited until you’d spent some more time with your friends and family…”
“Blaine I swear to God if you don’t--oh!” Kurt’s threat was interrupted but Blaine crooking his fingers against his prostate.
Kurt moaned happily and let his limbs go slack. He rolled his hips to meet each sharp thrust of Blaine’s hand.
“More.” Kurt demanded.
Blaine pressed a third finger inside of him and twisted them, forcing Kurt’s body to loosen around him. Kurt’s phone went off again but neither of them noticed-- instead Blaine pulled his fingers free and slicked his cock. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist and pulled him close. The sensation was overwhelming and Kurt felt his brain short-circuit when Blaine thrust into him in one smooth thrust. Blaine tried to pause but Kurt’s hips were too restless. He immediately pressed back against Blaine-- and Blaine took the hint readily. He pulled back until only the tip of his cock was still sheathed in Kurt’s body then thrust sharply back in. Kurt gripped him even tighter and begged Blaine for more.
“Harder, please Blaine…” Kurt panted, digging his fingernails into Blaine’s shoulders.
Blaine steadied himself on his elbows so that he could grip Kurt’s hips bruisingly. He paused for a moment, prompting Kurt to whimper in protest, as he gathered his strength. Then he rolled his hips, quickly establishing a steady pattern of dragging Kurt down onto his cock with every powerful thrust. Kurt’s head fell back against the pillow and his body when completely limp-- he had no leverage with Blaine holding onto him like this. He had no choice but to lay back and happily take all that Blaine was giving him.
Kurt knew they were not going to last. He was desperately trying to hold on for just a few more minutes-- he’d missed Blaine’s touch so much and he wanted it to last forever-- but the pace was too frantic, too rough and too perfect. There was just no way. Blaine changed his angle slightly and Kurt saw stars behind his tightly closed eyelids and he knew it was over. Kurt groaned loudly, his body shaking so hard that he was sure he was going to fall apart. Blaine pressed a hot kiss to his neck and wrapped one guitar calloused hand around his cock and stroked it once-- then Kurt was coming, spurt after spurt coating their stomachs and making them slide wetly together. Blaine thrust erratically a couple more times before follow Kurt into bliss. Kurt moaned brokenly at the hot feeling of Blaine filling him up then they fell together in a messy heap.
“I get the feeling you missed me.” Blaine murmured, kissing Kurt’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm’s around Kurt, ignoring the come that was drying on their skin.
“I guess you could say that.” Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine’s chest and closed his eyes.
“We cannot fall asleep like this, Kurt. We need a shower.” Blaine yawned.
“Ok.”
“I’m serious.” Blaine’s eyes slipped shut too.
Kurt didn’t answer. He was already asleep.
***
“Kurt, your phone is ringing again.” Blaine called from the living room.
“What is the ringtone?”
“Don’t Rain On My Parade.”
“Oh, it’s Rachel. God only knows what she wants. I live with her 9 months out of the year, she can wait until tomorrow. We‘ve only been back in Ohio for two weeks. She cannot miss me that much.” Kurt came out of the kitchen and grinned at Blaine. “Dinner will be in the oven for about 2 hours. What do you think we should do until then?”
“We could watch a movie.” Blaine suggested.
Kurt rolled his eyes and walked around the couch to stand in front of his boyfriend. Blaine looked up at him innocently and Kurt knew that Blaine was joking about the movie. Kurt pressed him back against the couch and straddled his lap. Blaine’s hands immediately grabbed his hips and pulled them flush together.
Then Kurt’s phone started ringing again.
“Seriously Kurt, what is up with your friends calling every time we’re together.” Blaine asked, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s.
“I have no idea. They know where I am-- and if they don’t, Finn does. They could try calling him.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Barbara, but that song is getting annoying.”
“That’s because I forgot that Rachel does not take no for an answer and she’s called 3 times in the past 2 minutes.” Kurt sighed. He climbed off of Blaine’s lap and grabbed his phone.
“What is it, Rachel?”
“Hi Kurt!” Rachel sing-songed, ignoring his impatient tone.
“Why did you call me so many times in a row, Rachel? Did someone die?”
“No silly. I just wanted to talk to my best friend. Why didn’t you answer your phone if you heard me calling?”
Kurt looked over at Blaine on the couch and bit his tongue to stop the groan that bubbled up in his throat. Blaine had tossed his shirt to the floor and was slowly rubbing his hand over the bulge in his jeans. Kurt felt his pants tighten as his blood all instantly rushed southwards.
“I’m at Blaine’s house. I told you last night that I would be at Blaine’s today.” Kurt said through clenched teeth.
“Oh, well I was going to invite you to a sleep-over extravaganza but if you’re too busy with your boyfriend then whatever.”
“I live with you. I don’t need to come to your sleep-over Rachel.”
“You don’t live with Mercedes and Tina.”
“You’re right, I don’t. None of this changes the fact that I told you last night that I would be staying at Blaine’s. You should have planned your sleep-over a little better Rachel.”
Rachel huffed on her end of the line but Kurt wasn’t even paying attention to her anymore. Blaine had managed to run upstairs and grab the lube, shimmy out of his pants and lay back down on the couch. Kurt made a strangled sound then cleared his throat.
“I’ll talk to you later, Rachel.”
“But Kurt--!”
“Bye Rach.” Kurt hung up his phone and turned the ringer off.
“Is she going to be mad at you?” Blaine asked as Kurt stripped out of his clothes.
“Probably. Rachel is more of a diva than I am but she’ll get over it.”
Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and pulled him down until he was straddling his hips. Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t complain when Blaine trickled lube over his fingers.
“You want me to do all the work?” Kurt asked breathlessly as he pressed one slick finger into himself.
“I ran upstairs to get lube. That was hard work too.” Blaine growled, rubbing his hard dick against Kurt’s wrist.
Kurt rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. Instead, he slid another finger inside himself. Blaine was rolling his hips and dragging his wet cock across his cheeks and pumping fingers and the distraction was almost too much. He roughly pulled his fingers out and slathered them in lube again before thrusting three fingers inside.
“C’mon baby, I know you’re ready by now.” Blaine whined throatily.
“You are so impatient, Blaine Anderson. It is important that I am adequately stretched before I sit on your cock.”
Blaine huffed out a laugh and Kurt smirked down at him before pulling his fingers free. Blaine took his cue and quickly slicked his cock. Kurt positioned himself above Blaine and gently settled down onto his erection. Blaine closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Kurt continued down until he was seated on his lap.
“Move baby, you have to move.”
Kurt lifted himself up as far as he could then dropped back down until his ass was flush with Blaine’s pelvis. Blaine groaned and gripped Kurt’s hips as hard as he could. Kurt braced himself with his hands flat on Blaine’s chest and worked his thighs hard, bouncing up and down as fast as he could. Blaine struggled for leverage until he was able to snap his hips upwards to meet each of Kurt’s downward thrusts. It was rough and perfect, each sharp movement of Blaine’s cock in side of him dragging over his prostate. Kurt reached down to fist his cock just as his thrusts turned erratic. He clenched hard around Blaine’s dick as his orgasm blazed through him.
“Fuck Kurt… fuck.” Blaine growled, using his grip on Kurt’s hips to keep him moving rapidly on his dick until he came deep inside of him.
Kurt slumped forward on his boyfriend and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. Blaine blinked at his sleepily and grinned. Kurt tried to climb off of Blaine as gently as he could but he still hissed when Blaine’s cock slipped free from his body.
“Sore?” Blaine asked him in concern.
“A little. We have had a lot of sex in the past two weeks.”
Kurt looked around the living room for something to wipe the come off of Blaine’s chest but there was nothing. He shrugged and walked carefully into the kitchen for paper towels. Blaine watched him walk around his parents house completely naked and smiled. He liked the domestic feeling he got in his chest when he was with Kurt like this. Kurt tossed him a few paper towels and he mopped his chest clean then dabbed at his dick.
“Dinner still has a while until it’s ready-- wanna watch some tv?” Kurt asked as he tugged his boxers and undershirt on.
“That sounds great.”
They sat in front of the tv until the timer in the kitchen went off. They ended up back on the couch with plates in hand moments later. Dinner was delicious and quiet-- both of them just enjoying being with the other.
***
“Kurt, we’ve been back in Ohio for a month! You haven’t been to a single sleep over and we all want to spend time with you!” Rachel whined, clinging to Kurt’s arm.
“Rachel, we live together--”
“Stop using that as an excuse! You know that I’m not going to be the only one there. Mercedes, Tina and even Quinn will be there. It’ll be a Glee girl reunion!”
“Why is Quinn coming?” Kurt asked curiously.
“You know that she and I buried our animosity back in our senior year. I ran into her at the grocery store earlier this week and I invited her to come. She said yes. You’re the only one being difficult, Kurt.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Ok, when is it?”
“This Saturday night.” Rachel bounced excitedly.
Kurt mentally went over his plans with Blaine. This Saturday was the Anderson Family Dinner. Kurt was no invited and Blaine had assured him that he did not want to be. The dinner mostly consisted of his parents sitting there stiffly and asking Blaine very impersonal questions about his school and life. Kurt sighed.
“I’m not doing anything Saturday night. What time do you want me to come over?”
“8 o’clock! You’re going to have so much fun Kurt!”
“I’m sure I will.”
***
Kurt:
Good luck with dinner!
Blaine:
Thanks, I’ll need it. You have no idea how boring and uncomfortable this always is.
Kurt thought about Friday night dinners with his dad and smiled. Kurt knew that he had it good with his own family. Blaine rarely ever saw his and when he did-- it was never pleasant.
Kurt:
I’m sorry baby. Just remember, while you’re eating a delicious dinner-- my ear drums will be bleeding from listening to Rachel sing too much karaoke.
Blaine:
Oh be nice, Rachel has a great voice. You just wanted to stay with me. ;)
Kurt:
This is true, but if you tell her that I admitted that? We will be so over.
Blaine:
I love you. I have to go now.
Kurt:
Love you too! Text me later.
Kurt pocketed his phone and looked around Rachel’s bedroom. It hadn’t changed a bit since she’d left for college and Rachel was very proud of it. She said that he dads cleaned it weekly and kept it perfect as a shrine to their only daughter. Right now there was popcorn all over the floor and Mercedes was braiding Tina’s hair into tiny little braids that went down the back of her head. Rachel was talking a mile a minute to Quinn about her vocal lessons and Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little. He knew that Rachel and Quinn had become sort of friends last year but Rachel had really invited her just to brag. Kurt was a little bit at a loss now that Blaine couldn’t text him anymore and he fidgeted a little. He really was out of touch with his friends.
“Are you done trying to be sneaky over there and texting Blaine?” Mercedes asked him with a wink.
Kurt startled a bit and grinned at his friend.
“Yeah. He’s having dinner with his parents right now.” Kurt shrugged.
He felt his phone vibrate and he pulled it out. It was a picture of Blaine in front of his mirror in his room. His boyfriend was dressed nicely in jeans and a maroon polo shirt that made his arms look fabulous. Kurt stared at the photo long enough for Mercedes to realize that she no longer had his attention.
“What’d he send you now?” She asked curiously.
“A picture of his outfit. His parents expect him to look a certain way.”
Kurt:
Your arms… You can’t send me pictures like this when you’re so far away.
Blaine:
;)
Rachel frowned at him from her spot across the room but didn’t comment. Kurt sat his phone down on the floor and went over to where Mercedes was working on Tina’s hair. He didn’t notice Rachel snatching his phone up and putting it in her pocket. Kurt wanted to make an effort to really see his friends again and he easily fell into a conversation about how school was going for the other girls. He didn’t think anything of his phone as he and Mercedes finished braiding Tina’s hair. It was over an hour later, after they’d eaten pizza and watched a few old videos of them performing in high school that he wondered how Blaine was doing. He looked on the floor where he’d left his phone, then checked under the bed and over by Mercedes. His phone was no where to be found.
“Has anyone seen my phone? I want to check up on Blaine.” Kurt asked.
“Do you really need it right now, Kurt? You’re supposed to be spending time with us.” Rachel sniped.
“I am spending time with you.” Kurt replied, gesturing around the room.
“No you’re not. You spend all of your time at Blaine’s and you never want to see us. You’ve ignored calls from all of us just so you can be with your boyfriend. It’s not fair! I thought we were friends.” Rachel huffed.
“Rachel we live together 9 months of the year. Blaine lives in Ohio all the time-- there is no way that I spend more time with him than you.”
“Ever since you’ve come home though, Kurt. None of us as seen you for more than a few minutes at a time.” Mercedes piped up.
“I haven’t seen you at all, actually.” Tina added quietly.
Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He did not agreed to come to this party just so every one could jump on him. He wanted to spend time with Blaine-- that was normal for someone his age in their first major relationship.
“Your phone has been going off non-stop for an hour Kurt. Doesn’t he have an respect for your friends? Are you not allowed to be with anyone but him?” Rachel asked sharply.
“My phone has been going off and you didn’t tell me? Where is it, Rachel?”
Rachel crossed her eyes and glared at him-- and Kurt felt himself snap.
“Ok, I’ve had enough of this. You cannot sit there and be angry with me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend. All of you in this room have ditched me at some point during our friendship to spend time with your boyfriends. Back in high school-- all I did was watch you guys swap boyfriends and fight and kiss in the hallways-- while I just waited my turn! It’s not fair for you get mad at me for doing something that you’ve all done for years!”
“Kurt that isn’t true--” Rachel interrupted but froze when Kurt raised an eyebrow at her.
“How is that not true? Sophomore year the only friends I had was Tina and Mercedes. Then Tina started dating Artie and rarely had time for us. Then there was that whole Mercedes and Puck fiasco. I watched you and Quinn toss Finn back and forth like he was a damn football. It was only when everyone was single that anyone had time for the poor little gay kid. I knew that I’d find someone once I got to college and I did and I’m trying to fucking catch up with the rest of you. I’ve never done this before! I never learned how to balance out my friends and boyfriend because I’ve never had to do it!” Kurt ran an aggravated hand through his hair, a habit he’d picked up from Blaine, and sighed.
“I’m sorry Kurt, I didn’t realize how much we had left you out for all those years.” Mercedes said, looking up at him with shining eyes.
“Yeah, I guess high school is all about boyfriends and dating and we just forgot that you didn’t get to do that too.” Tina agreed.
“Now I feel really bad that I was only ever your friend when I was pregnant or single.” Quinn shrugged.
Kurt stared at Rachel and waited for her to give into peer pressure. She had her arms tightly folded across her chest and her nose in the air.
“Just give me my phone Rachel so I can see what Blaine wanted.”
Rachel handed him his phone with a sigh.
“I’m sorry too. I just don’t understand why you’ve been attached to Blaine’s hip the past month.”
“Well let’s see-- before we left New York, you went on a couple of dates with that guy from your film class and I know you slept with him both times. I also know that since coming home to Ohio, you’ve hooked up with Finn. Your sexual needs are constantly tended to-- I hadn’t had sex since Christmas break. There was a lot to make up for.” Kurt laughed.
Rachel blushed and looked down at her pajamas but Kurt could see the satisfied smirk on her face.
Kurt shook his head at Rachels antics and unlocked his phone.
Blaine:
Hey Kurt, my dad asked me about my schedule and dinner and I told him about my plans.
Blaine:
It didn’t go well.
Blaine:
I guess you’re having a good time over there so I guess I’ll talk to you later about it.
Blaine:
Um, never mind that. Can you come get me? My dad is really mad.
Blaine:
I’ll call Finn and get him to pick me up.
Kurt went through his call log and saw that he had 4 missed calls from Blaine and 2 from Finn. Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed his keys. He didn’t even bother gathering up his overnight bag or any of his clothes and dvds.
“I have to go. I’ll tell you about it later!” Kurt called as he ran up the stairs. He had to get to Blaine.
***