Glee fanfic: Prom Interlude (2/2)
Media: Fanfic
Title: Prom Interlude
Summary: At Santana's insistence, and with her standing guard in the hall, Blaine and Kurt enjoy some "alone time" in the choir room at McKinley during Prom (NB. Takes place before the announcement of Prom King & Queen) *Note: rating increased for second part
Part: 2 (of 2)
Word Count: 2,180
Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own Glee - you know the drill.
Spoilers: "Prom Queen"… obviously (has anyone here not seen it yet?)
Pairing: Klaine
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Karofsky
Rating: NC-17 (note the change from the last chapter - forewarned is forearmed)
Warnings: Boy-on-boy action, swearing
Category: Fluff/smut/romance
A/N: Now we’re here at part 2 (NB. Part 1 is here) and I’ve got to up the rating - this turned out a lot more smut than I had envisaged... but I think I had been kidding myself that I could write this any other way LOL. Hope you like reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
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Before either Blaine or Kurt could think about it any further, Santana was pushing them into the choir room and closing the door. They hadn’t even turned on the light before the room disappeared into darkness again, only a sliver of light coming in from the door to the hallway.
Kurt giggled nervously. “Well this isn’t awkward at all,” he said shakily... “that girl is loca...”
“But sweet,” Blaine said with a quiet smile, suddenly feeling better without the glances from all the other students. He didn’t know if they were actually all looking at him all the time, or whether (if they were looking at him) it was just because he didn’t go there or because he was Kurt’s boyfriend. So to be suddenly in a quiet room, with Kurt, where no-one could see them? It was heaven.
Kurt made to reach for a light switch, leaning across Blaine who was standing next to him. He felt the heat of his boyfriend’s breath on his neck as he did so, and the excitement of their situation sent a shiver across his whole body which he tried to contain - awkwardness dissipating with each moment they spent alone in such close proximity. He wetted his lips in anticipation as his hand felt the outline of the light switch. Before he could press it, though, Blaine’s arm stopped his from moving.
“Wait, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, his lips now so close to Kurt’s jawline he could almost taste it. Kurt froze and Blaine took a moment to breathe in Kurt’s scent before speaking. “Why don’t we leave that off?” He said, keeping his voice as low as possible, both in noise-level and timbre. “I kinda like just being you and me, relying on our other senses...” he paused again, taking a shaky breath, “like smell...” he tilted his head slightly so his nose was closer into Kurt’s neck and hairline, and breathed deeply, “and touch...” he trailed his fingers slowly down the arm that Kurt had dropped to his side, and then raised his other hand to brush his fingers behind Kurt’s ear, then tracing them along his jaw until his thumb was grazing on Kurt’s lower lip.
“And taste?” Kurt whispered, opening his mouth slightly and moving his tongue over Blaine’s thumb before pursing his lips around it and sucking lightly.
“Oh god yes,” Blaine moved his thumb to the side and replaced it with his lips - first sucking on Kurt’s lower lip, then opening his mouth to capture Kurt’s within, his tongue moving in to massage Kurt’s in a slow, circular rhythm that caused both boys’ knees to weaken a little as they whimpered into the kiss.
Blaine leaned back into the wall as Kurt pushed in against him, the hand that had fallen to his side now feathering lightly at Blaine’s jacket, brushing it to the side as his fingers found the wasitband to Blaine’s pants and, with little effort, slipped under the shirt to untuck it and sprawl his palm over the warm smooth skin underneath. He squeezed slightly, feeling Blaine’s muscles contract under his touch as another whimper, becoming closer to a groan, sounded from both their throats. Their lips remaining fastened together, tongues working at at quickening pace, and Kurt continued the exploration with his hand under Blaine’s shirt, reaching up to brush his thumb against Blaine’s nipple. He felt Blaine hard against him and pushed their bodies even closer together, groaning in pleasure as his own hardness pushed into Blaine through their clothes.
Kurt gripped at Blaine’s side as he pulled his mouth away for a moment, keeping their torsos pressed against each other below the waist and enjoying the ripple of pleasure that had resulted from the slight shifting as he pulled his head back.
“Kurt,” Blaine whined, the hand that had been cupping Kurt’s face moving behind his head. His fingers interweaved in Kurt’s hair, trying to pull him back in for more kissing, while his other hand was wrapped around Kurt’s waist, holding their bodies close.
“Hmmm?” Kurt hummed in response moving his lips along Blaine’s stubble. He settled his mouth on Blaine’s neck just below the jawline, kissing and sucking the coarse surface, relishing in the salty taste against his tongue.
“Gah...” Blaine’s breath hitched as he tried to collect his thoughts and form sentences. Kurt’s lips sucking against his neck was proving to much though, and he felt his dick throbbing as it pressed into Kurt. “Just...” he felt his eyes rolling back in his head as he tried to speak, “surface... lie down... want to... feel you... all over...”
Kurt pulled back and let his eyes focus in the dark so he could make out the outline of Blaine’s face. The dim light was enough to see the darkened irises of Blaine’s eyes, the sight of which made Kurt act quickly. He pulled back from Blaine, ignoring the sounds of protest, and his own feeling of loss at not having Blaine’s hot body pressed against his. He grabbed Blaine’s hands and moved back swiftly, pulling Blaine with him, until he almost fell backwards over the piano stool. Kurt grinned to himself; he had hoped to find the piano - the floor didn’t quite seem like a clean location for a make-out session so the piano was perfect. He stepped up backwards onto the stool, pausing to gain his balance and reach behind him to check the lid was down before sitting on top of the piano and sliding back, pulling Blaine up after him.
Blaine swore quietly as he hit his shin against the piano stool but followed Kurt, climbing on top of his boyfriend, straddling him on the smooth, cool black surface. Just like Kurt had been able to see his eyes, Blaine could now make out Kurt’s perfect alabaster skin in the sombre lighting - almost glowing against the the dark room around them.
“Fuck, Kurt,” he breathed in wonder, “you’re so... just fuck.” Blaine lengthened his body, sprawling on top of Kurt, and brought his lips crashing into Kurt’s more urgently than before; all the fear and hesitancy was completely gone from his mind and it was just him and Kurt, writhing against each other on top of the piano in the choir room. He moved a hand down to reach under Kurt’s kilt - suddenly appreciating a key benefit to Kurt’s fashion choice for the evening. Blaine felt Kurt begin to gasp for air as he continued his exploration further up under the kilt, massaging the warm skin of Kurt’s thighs through his tights.
“I think I like the kilt... a lot,” he growled, barely moving his mouth away from Kurt’s as he did so. His hand had now reached Kurt’s cock and was rubbing against it, causing Kurt to buck up against it, groaning.
“Uhhh... don’t stop kissing me...” Kurt grabbed the back of Blaine’s neck and pulled him into another fierce kiss, both boys now writhing against each other with growing desperation, Blaine’s hand still between them providing even more friction. Kurt’s started whimpering into Blaine’s mouth, rocking his hips against him, seeking the pleasurable jolts that each movement brought.
Frustratingly, though, Blaine seemed to be slowing down his movements. Kurt tried to encourage him to keep up the rhythm, arching his back and raising his hips encouragingly, but to no avail. He felt Blaine’s hand move away from him, back down his leg, stroking tenderly as he did so but still in the wrong direction. Worried something was wrong, Kurt came to a stop and slid back a little from Blaine, breaking their liplock and resting on his elbows to look up at the silhouette of Blaine’s hair which was regaining some of its curl with the intensity of their activities.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked, his voice catching in his throat with fear.
Blaine sought to reassure his boyfriend quickly by kissing him lightly before shifting slightly to the side and slinging an arm over Kurt’s torso as he half hugged half sprawled his limbs across him, resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder, perfectly nuzzled against his neck and jaw. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. His body was screaming for him to get back on Kurt and rip those tights off him, but he took a moment to breathe, calming himself down, willing his arousal to subside of its own accord and resisting the temptation with strength he didn’t know he had.
“I just...” his voice was breathless as he spoke and he cleared his throat a bit, shaking himself quickly trying to clear his head. “Kurt we’re moving rather fast here and I can’t help thinking it’s not really the time or the place...” He smiled, even though Kurt couldn’t see his lips curling, and tilted his head up to kiss and nibble softly at Kurt’s neck, aiming for tenderness rather than desperation. “Don’t get me wrong,” he whispered into Kurt’s soft skin, causing him to shiver. “I love the feeling of you squirming against me - it’s like ecstasy and agony all at once...” he trailed off, feeling his dick quiver against Kurt’s side as he said it. He took a deep breath and gulped, though, resisting again the urge to just launch his lips back onto Kurt’s and forget the fact that they were behind enemy lines in a small-town high school.
“But we’re at school...” Kurt continued Blaine’s sentence, sighing as he deflated in more ways than one, his mind starting to work again. “Santana probably listening through the door to our every movement.”
Blaine giggled and snorted all at once. “Ew don’t remind me of that - we’ve gone back to this being kinda weird and awkward.”
“No it’s not,” Kurt said calmly but firmly, wrapping his arms around Blaine and pulling him closer into his side. “I’m lying here hugging my boyfriend, who I am crazy about, and turns me on in all sorts of ways that make me want to be all sorts of inappopriate... and all is right with the world.”
“Hmmm.” Blaine purred into Kurt’s side. “Too bad we gotta raincheck on the ‘all sorts of inappropriate’ part... raincheck? Cos I’d like to continue later on...”
“Oh definitely,” Kurt moved to sit up and Blaine took his cue, sitting up first. They sat there for a moment, catching their breath, trying not to touch too much while calming down.
Tentatively, they both felt their way off the slippery surface. Kurt moved to the wall and turned the light on so they could re-arrange themselves and become presentable for the world outside what had been their blissful cocoon. He couldn’t help but laugh upon seeing Blaine, who’s face was still flushed, his shirt untucked and generally dischevelled. Blaine looked down at his shirt and went a bit redder as he restored order to his outfit. Looking up at Kurt, he raised his own eyebrow cheekily.
“You don’t look so composed yourself you know,” he said, “but I like it - I don’t think I’ve seen your hair look so sexy.”
Kurt groaned, smoothing his hair as much as he could, turning away from Blaine. “Don’t say things like that - and definitely not in such a sexy voice.” He turned back around, hair looking almost as it had before they entered the room. “You’re just making me want to turn this light off all over again...”
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and Kurt moved his hand to do just that when suddenly there was a loud thump against the door.
“Oh yeah!” Santana’s voice resonated harshly through the thin surface. She spoke deliberately and loudly, proving that her future did not include an acting career: “But we need to go back to Prom - our people are waiting for their new King and Queen!”
With only that warning, the door sprang open and Santana’s face popped in eagerly. She was instantly disappointed.
“What? You guys are CLOTHED?” she asked, exasperated. “I wanted to see me some hot gay ass... arghhh.” She rolled her eyes and pouted with disappointment. “Well come on then, the bully whips will escort you back to the party, showing everyone they did the right thing in voting for the law and order power-couple.” With that, she had turned and started down the hall. Blaine and Kurt followed meekly, nodding at Dave as they walked through the door into the hallway.
“Ok, now this is kinda awkward..” Kurt whispered to Blaine as they trotted behind Santana and ahead of Dave.
Blaine giggled a bit, looking behind at Dave quickly before responding. “But worth every minute of awkwardness - and Santana’s creepiness,” he responded, smiling widely with his eyes shining at Kurt. “You’ll have to come over to my house sometime when my parents are away - we’ve got a piano just like that one in the choir room.”
Kurt gulped, almost forgetting to breathe at the suggestion, but Blaine just laughed and grabbed his hand as they hurried down the hall and back to Prom.
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A/N: Ok I know this is bittersweet cos we all know what happened next. I’d love to make it AU but that’s just not my style... so at least this way we know they had a good time before right? Also, I hope this worked out ok because I don’t usually write smut (because there are usually people around and I can’t write this stuff and keep a poker face with half my family walking in and out of the room all the time... god bless having a house to myself huh?). I enjoyed writing it - so I hope you enjoy reading.
Title: Prom Interlude
Summary: At Santana's insistence, and with her standing guard in the hall, Blaine and Kurt enjoy some "alone time" in the choir room at McKinley during Prom (NB. Takes place before the announcement of Prom King & Queen) *Note: rating increased for second part
Part: 2 (of 2)
Word Count: 2,180
Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own Glee - you know the drill.
Spoilers: "Prom Queen"… obviously (has anyone here not seen it yet?)
Pairing: Klaine
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Karofsky
Rating: NC-17 (note the change from the last chapter - forewarned is forearmed)
Warnings: Boy-on-boy action, swearing
Category: Fluff/smut/romance
A/N: Now we’re here at part 2 (NB. Part 1 is here) and I’ve got to up the rating - this turned out a lot more smut than I had envisaged... but I think I had been kidding myself that I could write this any other way LOL. Hope you like reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
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Before either Blaine or Kurt could think about it any further, Santana was pushing them into the choir room and closing the door. They hadn’t even turned on the light before the room disappeared into darkness again, only a sliver of light coming in from the door to the hallway.
Kurt giggled nervously. “Well this isn’t awkward at all,” he said shakily... “that girl is loca...”
“But sweet,” Blaine said with a quiet smile, suddenly feeling better without the glances from all the other students. He didn’t know if they were actually all looking at him all the time, or whether (if they were looking at him) it was just because he didn’t go there or because he was Kurt’s boyfriend. So to be suddenly in a quiet room, with Kurt, where no-one could see them? It was heaven.
Kurt made to reach for a light switch, leaning across Blaine who was standing next to him. He felt the heat of his boyfriend’s breath on his neck as he did so, and the excitement of their situation sent a shiver across his whole body which he tried to contain - awkwardness dissipating with each moment they spent alone in such close proximity. He wetted his lips in anticipation as his hand felt the outline of the light switch. Before he could press it, though, Blaine’s arm stopped his from moving.
“Wait, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, his lips now so close to Kurt’s jawline he could almost taste it. Kurt froze and Blaine took a moment to breathe in Kurt’s scent before speaking. “Why don’t we leave that off?” He said, keeping his voice as low as possible, both in noise-level and timbre. “I kinda like just being you and me, relying on our other senses...” he paused again, taking a shaky breath, “like smell...” he tilted his head slightly so his nose was closer into Kurt’s neck and hairline, and breathed deeply, “and touch...” he trailed his fingers slowly down the arm that Kurt had dropped to his side, and then raised his other hand to brush his fingers behind Kurt’s ear, then tracing them along his jaw until his thumb was grazing on Kurt’s lower lip.
“And taste?” Kurt whispered, opening his mouth slightly and moving his tongue over Blaine’s thumb before pursing his lips around it and sucking lightly.
“Oh god yes,” Blaine moved his thumb to the side and replaced it with his lips - first sucking on Kurt’s lower lip, then opening his mouth to capture Kurt’s within, his tongue moving in to massage Kurt’s in a slow, circular rhythm that caused both boys’ knees to weaken a little as they whimpered into the kiss.
Blaine leaned back into the wall as Kurt pushed in against him, the hand that had fallen to his side now feathering lightly at Blaine’s jacket, brushing it to the side as his fingers found the wasitband to Blaine’s pants and, with little effort, slipped under the shirt to untuck it and sprawl his palm over the warm smooth skin underneath. He squeezed slightly, feeling Blaine’s muscles contract under his touch as another whimper, becoming closer to a groan, sounded from both their throats. Their lips remaining fastened together, tongues working at at quickening pace, and Kurt continued the exploration with his hand under Blaine’s shirt, reaching up to brush his thumb against Blaine’s nipple. He felt Blaine hard against him and pushed their bodies even closer together, groaning in pleasure as his own hardness pushed into Blaine through their clothes.
Kurt gripped at Blaine’s side as he pulled his mouth away for a moment, keeping their torsos pressed against each other below the waist and enjoying the ripple of pleasure that had resulted from the slight shifting as he pulled his head back.
“Kurt,” Blaine whined, the hand that had been cupping Kurt’s face moving behind his head. His fingers interweaved in Kurt’s hair, trying to pull him back in for more kissing, while his other hand was wrapped around Kurt’s waist, holding their bodies close.
“Hmmm?” Kurt hummed in response moving his lips along Blaine’s stubble. He settled his mouth on Blaine’s neck just below the jawline, kissing and sucking the coarse surface, relishing in the salty taste against his tongue.
“Gah...” Blaine’s breath hitched as he tried to collect his thoughts and form sentences. Kurt’s lips sucking against his neck was proving to much though, and he felt his dick throbbing as it pressed into Kurt. “Just...” he felt his eyes rolling back in his head as he tried to speak, “surface... lie down... want to... feel you... all over...”
Kurt pulled back and let his eyes focus in the dark so he could make out the outline of Blaine’s face. The dim light was enough to see the darkened irises of Blaine’s eyes, the sight of which made Kurt act quickly. He pulled back from Blaine, ignoring the sounds of protest, and his own feeling of loss at not having Blaine’s hot body pressed against his. He grabbed Blaine’s hands and moved back swiftly, pulling Blaine with him, until he almost fell backwards over the piano stool. Kurt grinned to himself; he had hoped to find the piano - the floor didn’t quite seem like a clean location for a make-out session so the piano was perfect. He stepped up backwards onto the stool, pausing to gain his balance and reach behind him to check the lid was down before sitting on top of the piano and sliding back, pulling Blaine up after him.
Blaine swore quietly as he hit his shin against the piano stool but followed Kurt, climbing on top of his boyfriend, straddling him on the smooth, cool black surface. Just like Kurt had been able to see his eyes, Blaine could now make out Kurt’s perfect alabaster skin in the sombre lighting - almost glowing against the the dark room around them.
“Fuck, Kurt,” he breathed in wonder, “you’re so... just fuck.” Blaine lengthened his body, sprawling on top of Kurt, and brought his lips crashing into Kurt’s more urgently than before; all the fear and hesitancy was completely gone from his mind and it was just him and Kurt, writhing against each other on top of the piano in the choir room. He moved a hand down to reach under Kurt’s kilt - suddenly appreciating a key benefit to Kurt’s fashion choice for the evening. Blaine felt Kurt begin to gasp for air as he continued his exploration further up under the kilt, massaging the warm skin of Kurt’s thighs through his tights.
“I think I like the kilt... a lot,” he growled, barely moving his mouth away from Kurt’s as he did so. His hand had now reached Kurt’s cock and was rubbing against it, causing Kurt to buck up against it, groaning.
“Uhhh... don’t stop kissing me...” Kurt grabbed the back of Blaine’s neck and pulled him into another fierce kiss, both boys now writhing against each other with growing desperation, Blaine’s hand still between them providing even more friction. Kurt’s started whimpering into Blaine’s mouth, rocking his hips against him, seeking the pleasurable jolts that each movement brought.
Frustratingly, though, Blaine seemed to be slowing down his movements. Kurt tried to encourage him to keep up the rhythm, arching his back and raising his hips encouragingly, but to no avail. He felt Blaine’s hand move away from him, back down his leg, stroking tenderly as he did so but still in the wrong direction. Worried something was wrong, Kurt came to a stop and slid back a little from Blaine, breaking their liplock and resting on his elbows to look up at the silhouette of Blaine’s hair which was regaining some of its curl with the intensity of their activities.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked, his voice catching in his throat with fear.
Blaine sought to reassure his boyfriend quickly by kissing him lightly before shifting slightly to the side and slinging an arm over Kurt’s torso as he half hugged half sprawled his limbs across him, resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder, perfectly nuzzled against his neck and jaw. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. His body was screaming for him to get back on Kurt and rip those tights off him, but he took a moment to breathe, calming himself down, willing his arousal to subside of its own accord and resisting the temptation with strength he didn’t know he had.
“I just...” his voice was breathless as he spoke and he cleared his throat a bit, shaking himself quickly trying to clear his head. “Kurt we’re moving rather fast here and I can’t help thinking it’s not really the time or the place...” He smiled, even though Kurt couldn’t see his lips curling, and tilted his head up to kiss and nibble softly at Kurt’s neck, aiming for tenderness rather than desperation. “Don’t get me wrong,” he whispered into Kurt’s soft skin, causing him to shiver. “I love the feeling of you squirming against me - it’s like ecstasy and agony all at once...” he trailed off, feeling his dick quiver against Kurt’s side as he said it. He took a deep breath and gulped, though, resisting again the urge to just launch his lips back onto Kurt’s and forget the fact that they were behind enemy lines in a small-town high school.
“But we’re at school...” Kurt continued Blaine’s sentence, sighing as he deflated in more ways than one, his mind starting to work again. “Santana probably listening through the door to our every movement.”
Blaine giggled and snorted all at once. “Ew don’t remind me of that - we’ve gone back to this being kinda weird and awkward.”
“No it’s not,” Kurt said calmly but firmly, wrapping his arms around Blaine and pulling him closer into his side. “I’m lying here hugging my boyfriend, who I am crazy about, and turns me on in all sorts of ways that make me want to be all sorts of inappopriate... and all is right with the world.”
“Hmmm.” Blaine purred into Kurt’s side. “Too bad we gotta raincheck on the ‘all sorts of inappropriate’ part... raincheck? Cos I’d like to continue later on...”
“Oh definitely,” Kurt moved to sit up and Blaine took his cue, sitting up first. They sat there for a moment, catching their breath, trying not to touch too much while calming down.
Tentatively, they both felt their way off the slippery surface. Kurt moved to the wall and turned the light on so they could re-arrange themselves and become presentable for the world outside what had been their blissful cocoon. He couldn’t help but laugh upon seeing Blaine, who’s face was still flushed, his shirt untucked and generally dischevelled. Blaine looked down at his shirt and went a bit redder as he restored order to his outfit. Looking up at Kurt, he raised his own eyebrow cheekily.
“You don’t look so composed yourself you know,” he said, “but I like it - I don’t think I’ve seen your hair look so sexy.”
Kurt groaned, smoothing his hair as much as he could, turning away from Blaine. “Don’t say things like that - and definitely not in such a sexy voice.” He turned back around, hair looking almost as it had before they entered the room. “You’re just making me want to turn this light off all over again...”
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and Kurt moved his hand to do just that when suddenly there was a loud thump against the door.
“Oh yeah!” Santana’s voice resonated harshly through the thin surface. She spoke deliberately and loudly, proving that her future did not include an acting career: “But we need to go back to Prom - our people are waiting for their new King and Queen!”
With only that warning, the door sprang open and Santana’s face popped in eagerly. She was instantly disappointed.
“What? You guys are CLOTHED?” she asked, exasperated. “I wanted to see me some hot gay ass... arghhh.” She rolled her eyes and pouted with disappointment. “Well come on then, the bully whips will escort you back to the party, showing everyone they did the right thing in voting for the law and order power-couple.” With that, she had turned and started down the hall. Blaine and Kurt followed meekly, nodding at Dave as they walked through the door into the hallway.
“Ok, now this is kinda awkward..” Kurt whispered to Blaine as they trotted behind Santana and ahead of Dave.
Blaine giggled a bit, looking behind at Dave quickly before responding. “But worth every minute of awkwardness - and Santana’s creepiness,” he responded, smiling widely with his eyes shining at Kurt. “You’ll have to come over to my house sometime when my parents are away - we’ve got a piano just like that one in the choir room.”
Kurt gulped, almost forgetting to breathe at the suggestion, but Blaine just laughed and grabbed his hand as they hurried down the hall and back to Prom.
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A/N: Ok I know this is bittersweet cos we all know what happened next. I’d love to make it AU but that’s just not my style... so at least this way we know they had a good time before right? Also, I hope this worked out ok because I don’t usually write smut (because there are usually people around and I can’t write this stuff and keep a poker face with half my family walking in and out of the room all the time... god bless having a house to myself huh?). I enjoyed writing it - so I hope you enjoy reading.