3. Cirennie Kurt/Blaine Fill
Well. This turned out to be ridiculously long. So long I had to split it into two parts. I hope that's okay. I hope you like it! The title is one of Quinn's quotes from Season 1. I couldn't resist. Enjoy!
“Well guys, no use arguing. We’re outnumbered two to one.” Puck threw his hands up in defeat as the guys fought with the girls over which store in the mall to go to next. Rachel and most of the other female glee clubbers had agreed on where to go, which was exactly the last place the guys wanted to go to… Forever 21. With it’s sparkly floors, and girly clothing, as well as it being a store that wasn’t even meant for guys to shop at, the guys of the glee club refused to go there. Passersby, who looked onto the scene, were met by the sight of twelve teenagers (Lauren and Artie couldn’t come) in a heated squabble over next to nothing, the idea never occurring to them that they could just split up and meet again later.
“We’re not outnumbered Puck.” Finn spoke up. “With Blaine here, it’s six boys and six girls.” Puck nodded, and spat sarcastically.
“Good to see you can count Finn. But we know Kurt is going to agree with the girls, and that Blaine will do whatever Kurt wants to do, so that knocks us down to four… against eight.” Finn frowned.
“Hey, you don’t know that for sure. Kurt can decide for himself.” Kurt looked up at the mention of his name.
“Decide what?” Finn explained.
“Oh. Well… that store does have quite nice scarves for cheap. So yes, I’d like to go there. But Blaine, what would you like to do?” Kurt sat by his boyfriend on a two seater in a rest area of the mall, taking his hand as he asked the question. Blaine smiled softly, his eyes full of adoration.
“I’d love to go with you and watch you try on scarves.” Puck shot Finn a knowing look, and was met with a glare.
“Awwww, Blaine…” Kurt grinned, leaning into the boy and pecking his cheek. Blaine blushed slightly.
“Oh Kurt…” Puck rolled his eyes.
“Ok, I’ll admit, you two are cute, but do you always have to be so… lovey dovey?” Sam asked. Kurt nodded, and said
“Yes.” Blaine smiled, cuddling into Kurt, who wrapped his arms around him.
“Of course. We’re… in love!” Blaine exclaimed. A chorus of ‘aaaaaawwww!’ came from the girls. Puck laughed.
“Isn’t it incredibly ironic that to a girl, having a boyfriend is the cutest thing a guy can do?” Finn nodded, hating that he could be jealous of those two boys who only had eyes for each other. Blaine and Rachel had kissed, and Finn still sometimes feared she had feelings for him, even though that was ridiculous since he was dating her. Rachel had also been spending an awful lot of time alone with Kurt. He had to keep reminding himself that the two of them were gay, and together. Of course he didn’t know it yet, but today would be the day all his fears would be disproven, and he wouldn’t need to be reminded anymore.
…
“Oooh! Kurt! Try this one on. It so goes with your outfit!” Kurt gingerly picked up the scarf from Rachel’s hands, not trusting her fashion sense. But the scarf was a simple cream color, and went with almost anything; it looked quite nice with his black leather jacket, over a long sleeved boatneck shirt with red and white horizontal stripes, paired with skintight black jeans and black Converse. He draped it over his shoulders, posing and scrutinizing himself in the mirror, too focused to see the figure of his boyfriend appear behind him in the glass. Blaine tapped on his shoulder and he whirled around.
“O-oh! Oh, hi Blaine. Do you liiiike it?” Kurt asked, swaying his shoulders to and fro to swish the scarf. Blaine nodded and made a small affirmative noise. Then, taking Kurt by surprise, he reached up and grabbed the ends of the scarf, tugging down just a bit so that their faces were close.
“You look really cute in this scarf Kurt.” Once again, there was aaw-ing from all the girls around them. Blaine looked over to his left where they were gushing, and mock glared, pouting comically. He threw the ends of the scarf over his own neck, so it surrounded the both of them, then picked up an obnoxiously large hat off a table near them, and held it up to hide the girls view of their heads, He wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist, bringing him in, and proceeded to give him a long firm kiss… on the corner of his mouth. Blaine knew that would drive him crazy, and the girls giggled when Blaine lowered the hat and whisked off the scarf, seeing a red, flustered Kurt, and his smug boyfriend.
“Well, Blaine is a really good kisser,” Rachel announced, not seeing Finn’s stony stare.
“Whatever Berry. You were drunk. You need to get over yourself.” Santana rolled her eyes as she spoke. Then she turned to Kurt. “Yeah Hummel! Get some!” Kurt blushed deeper, burying his face into the soft, concealing material of the scarf. Blaine put back the hat, and then went up behind Kurt to hug him.
“Aww. I’m sorry Kurt, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Kurt shook his head, still covering his face.
“Liar.” He mumbled into the scarf. Blaine laughed.
“Okay, maybe I did it on purpose. But it’s only because you’re so beautiful when you blush.” Kurt huffed.
“I’m beautiful all the time.”
“That’s true, so take off the scarf. Don’t hide your beauty.” Kurt grinned evilly into the scarf, where no one could see.
“Okay. Whoops! Dropped it!” Kurt, still with Blaine behind him, bent over ever so slowly to pick up the scarf he had let slip to the floor. Blaine’s eyes were wide as Kurt reached down to get it without bending his knees. Blaine was too shocked to move, his hands having migrated to Kurt’s hips subconsciously, leaving them in a compromising position. Kurt up righted himself, giggling as Blaine’s grip tightened.
“Ah! Blaine! That tickles!” Kurt squirmed, accidentally brushing his ass against Blaine’s crotch. Blaine’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he jumped back, away from Kurt, who pretended he didn’t know what he had done. He walked over to Blaine, and rested a hand on his boyfriend’s bicep “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” He said, just loud enough for everyone near to hear. Then, quietly, for Blaine’s ears only, he whispered.
“Two can play at that game. And I for one, am planning on winning.” Blaine bit his lip.
Finn overheard the conversation by accident and wondered. A game? What kind of a game? He wanted to play!
“In your dreams sweetheart.” Blaine smiled, but his eyes held desire… to win, and for Kurt.
“You? Always.” Kurt gushed. “You’re my teenage dream Blaine.” Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine’s loose curls, bringing their faces together and rubbing noses with him. Blaine blushed at the feel of Kurt’s fingers on his sensitive scalp. That was always where Kurt’s hands ended up when they… but no, Blaine couldn’t finish that thought, because then he’d start thinking of Kurt naked, and moaning, and inside him, and that would give him an embarrassing erection… much like the one he had budding now.
“D-damn it Kurt…” Blaine frowned. Kurt grinned and skipped over to talk to Mercedes as Blaine browsed the racks, using the clothing to conceal himself until he was safe again.
…
“Where should we go next?” asked Tina as the girls reluctantly, (and the boys in relief) left Forever 21. No one really had a suggestion, and they stood around awkwardly until Blaine piped up.
“We… should go… to LensCrafters.” The entire club looked at him funny, since no one in their right mind went to the glasses store when out with their friends. No one. Kurt though, was starting to wish he had bought that scarf back there, because he was blushing more than a person should be able to. He managed to choke out a few noises that resembled language against Blaine’s suggestion.
“I uh no… That’s a terrible idea. Terrible… Er um.. mmmmm….” Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt’s lips.
“Quiet, Kurt. Anyone besides Kurt not want to go? Any better ideas? It’s really fun when you’re bored.” A collective noise of agreement came from the Glee clubbers, deciding that going somewhere, anywhere, was better than just standing there. And the store was right across from where they had just come from, so there wasn’t really a reason not to. Kurt cursed this turn of events.
When they reached the nearly empty store, most of the teens laughed and giggled as they tried on glasses and sunglasses, posing, and making faces in the mirror, acting like children, acting like adults, pretending to be teachers, librarians, their parents, movie stars, and thoroughly enjoying themselves. Kurt and Blaine were just as alone as could be in the relatively packed store.
“I think you’d look really great in these.” Blaine held up a pair of simple square black frames, Kurt’s favorite even though he didn’t wear glasses, grinning. Kurt had to bite back all sorts of inappropriate noises, managing a glare.
“Shut up. I hate you.” Blaine raised an eyebrow, placing the glasses atop his head like sunglasses, so he could slip them down with ease.
“Do you hate me now?” Kurt’s frown faltered.
“B-Blaine. Don’t you dare-!“ Blaine flicked the glasses over his face and just looked at Kurt for a moment, who seemed to be battling several emotions right now. Blaine saw anger, and frustration as well as desire and lust flicker across his features.
“God, it’s just so easy with you Kurt.” Kurt moaned slightly in his throat as Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder, Kurt unable to stop staring at him.
“You look so hot in those, you have no idea.” Kurt’s voice was barely a whisper. Blaine laughed a bit.
“Actually, I do.” Kurt had confessed his incredible desire for a man in glasses to Blaine a while ago, and had fucked him a couple of times while the boy wore them, and those were admittedly the best orgasms he’d ever had. It wasn’t the glasses themselves, but the way he looked in them. They brought all the attention to his beautiful eyes and that turned Kurt on so much. Blaine thought it was cute, but had never exploited it before, especially not in public. Kurt didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss or kill the boy. Either way, he’d probably get looks from the people around him, but the former wouldn’t get him thrown in jail. He grasped Blaine’s face in his hands, tilting it up towards him. Blaine’s face fell into an expression of want, and awe.
“Ku-Kurt, right here in the… with people…?” Kurt nodded.
“Yes with people around, you naughty exhibitionist.” And he pressed their lips together ever so lightly, just a whisper of a kiss, smiling as Blaine whimpered when he pulled away after a second. He glanced around quickly, but save for a lady giggling and smiling at them before she looked away, no one seemed to have seen. Blaine bit his lip.
“Why am I never satisfied with regular kisses? Why do I need you to make out with me?” Blaine asked woundedly, his dissatisfaction evident in his pants.
“Because, you like me inside you. Everywhere.” Kurt hissed in his ear. Blaine squeaked, blushing, and dropping on one knee.
“My shoe’s untied.” He explained, looking up at Kurt through the black rims of the glasses, tying his shoes with glances at Kurt through his eyelashes, the same way he did while giving Kurt a blowjob. And his face was so close, all Kurt could think of was Blaine blowing him while wearing nothing but those glasses… Fuck.
Blaine, at eye level with Kurt’s crotch, gave it a quick glance and smirked. “I believe my work here is done!” Blaine sauntered out of the store as he saw a few of the others leaving, Kurt staying behind for a moment to calm his breathing.
…
Kurt left the store with his jacket tied around his waist, the sleeves dangling conveniently over his front. Santana burst out laughing when she saw him. Kurt pouted.
“What?” Santana was laughing too hard to answer. “Does it look weird?” She shook her head.
“No Kurt, you actually pulled it off but-!” She began laughing again. Kurt sighed.
“It got too hot okay!” Santana calmed down a bit.
“It sure did Kurt, it sure did.” Kurt rolled his eyes, about to ask exactly what she meant by that, when Blaine came up behind him, encircling Kurt’s torso with his arms, and pressing a kiss to his shoulder, exposed by his shirt that had slipped down on one side.
“Blaine!” Kurt wailed. “You can’t do that! We’re in public! This is entirely inappropriate.” But he didn’t try to shrug Blaine off. Blaine’s voice came out growly.
“Well it is entirely inappropriate for you to waltz out of the store looking that delicious. You can’t just be wearing a jacket and then come out with your shoulder bare, you might as well wear a sign that says you exist to drive me insane.” Kurt giggled nervously.
“My shoulder Blaine? Really? What, you have some secret shoulder fetish?” Kurt was teasing, and wasn’t expecting Blaine to answer.
“Maybe.” Kurt laughed, thinking Blaine was kidding. “Yeah… kinda… a huge one?” Kurt blushed. Blaine pulled Kurt even closer to himself. “I don’t even care if you think it’s weird, I’m way too turned on by you right now.” Kurt squirmed as he felt Blaine pressing into him. This was slowly traveling out of pg-13 territory. He needed to say something, something to get Blaine off… no not get him off like that, but make him let go.
“I knew I’d win. You have no self control” Blaine made an indignant noise.
“Not when it comes to you. God Kurt, you have no idea…” Blaine moaned the words, his lips against Kurt’s shoulder.
“I-I knew it. I knew I could last longer than you. I knew I’d win.” Blaine shook his head.
“No. No way. Never. But fine then, it stays clean from now on. No fighting dirty.” Kurt nodded.
“We don’t want them to suspect anything.” Blaine nodded. “But there’s no way I’m putting on my jacket now.” Blaine’s eyes grew wide as Kurt gave him a demure glance over his shoulder, and snickered as he felt Blaine shift behind him, before letting go altogether. Blaine’s face fell.
“Meanie.” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“How mature Blaine. Wow, this is going to be easy.”
…
Everyone had said they were hungry, and there was a Breadstix at the mall, so they all wanted to go there, after Mercedes offered to pay Sam’s lunch bill, saying that he could always pay her back later. There was something in the way she said it that put Kurt off a bit, but then Blaine’s hand was in his, and he was grinning happily.
Since twelve was such a huge party, and they didn’t want to wait for a big table, they were divided among three booths, Finn, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine all sharing one.
As soon as they were seated, Rachel started blathering on about something or other, as Finn watched, mesmerized, amazed that this much speech could fit into such a small girl. Luckily, the two of them were sitting on the same side of the booth, so Rachel and Finn being turned toward each other meant that they were turned away from Kurt and Blaine. Kurt noticed this, and turned to Blaine, who blushed, and looked down guiltily.
“Why do you look like I’ve caught you looking at porn or something?” Blaine refused to answer, and grew more mortified as Kurt’s face lit up with a knowing grin. “You were staring at my shoulder!” Blaine shoved his hands into his lap, and looked away from Kurt, mumbling.
“Sorry.” Kurt shook his head, even though Blaine couldn’t see him.
“It’s alright. Really,” Kurt spoke the words ponderingly, as he twirled his fingers in the shorter curls of hair at the nape of Blaine’s neck, swirling designs on the back of Blaine’s neck with his finger, giggling as he watched the skin flush.
“Kurt…” Blaine pleaded, but he didn’t turn around. Kurt smiled.
“But you’re so sensitive! See?” Blaine turned around to look at him, and Kurt stroked his hand over Blaine’s knee, delighting in the reaction he got, Blaine jumping and almost hitting his leg under the table. Kurt began rubbing at his knee, every so often checking the painfully oblivious Finn and Rachel.
“Aaaah…ah… Kurt…” Blaine crossed his legs so Kurt would move his hand. Kurt knew that his knees were his weakness. But Kurt didn’t remove his hand; instead, he gave Blaine’s leg a squeeze before slipping his hand out, and rubbing Blaine’s other knee. Blaine gulped, but was unable to speak.
“I-I aaah… uh.” Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine’s jaw quickly before cooing.
“You’re so adorably incoherent that there’s no way I’m stopping babe.” Blaine’s eyes grew wide as he managed to choke out the word,
“Waitress!” Kurt yanked his hand off Blaine’s knee, and took the water from the lady, who talked about appetizers and specials and all of that. Kurt nodded, smiling, his façade almost cracking when he heard a small whimper escape Blaine. He swore he was about to cry laughing when the middle aged lady asked,
“Is your friend over there alright? He looks a little flushed and upset.” Rachel looked over in concern, and Finn in confusion. Kurt tried to match Rachel’s expression, looking over at Blaine.
“Well sweetie, answer the kind lady. Are you feeling okay?” Blaine nodded.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“Y-yes.” Blaine’s voice cracked as he spoke. His pupils were dilated, and his face was flushed, and that yes was anything but convincing, but the lady accepted it, telling them she’d be back when they were ready to order.
Kurt slid Blaine’s water glass over to him on the table, and grimaced at the trail of water it left from the bottom of the cup. There were additional cloth napkins on the side of the booth nearest the inside, but Kurt was on the outside, so he had to reach over Blaine to grab one. Blaine got a good long look at Kurt’s shoulder, before the napkin just so happened to slip out of Kurt’s fingers and into his lap.
“Ooopsie!” Kurt squealed, giggling maniacally as he snatched it up from the lap of a very much aroused Blaine. Kurt swiped up the water, and giggled again as he dropped once again, the napkin over Blaine’s crotch. “I can’t seem to hold on to things today!” he exclaimed. Finn looked over at him. He was surprised. Even he wasn’t that clumsy. He especially wasn’t clumsy enough to knock a water glass over out of nowhere, like Kurt just had.
“Oh god Blaine I’m so sorry!” Kurt covered his mouth with one hand as he tipped Blaine’s glass of icy water right into his lap, causing him to yell and jump.
“Fuck! That’s really cold; I think you froze my junk.” Blaine didn’t think twice about swearing, his dick was getting frostbitten.
“Oh honey, I can’t believe I just did that. What’s wrong with me? Blaine did I hurt you?” Blaine gritted his teeth and shook his head.
“No. Its just so, so cold.” But Blaine didn’t really want to complain, since now he was numb down there, and the water had doused the flames of passion roaring in his groin. Kurt patted his leg and murmured,
“I’ll warm it up for you later, don’t worry. But first let’s get you dried off.” Kurt uprighted the glass, sopping up the water as best he could before taking another napkin and gently dabbing at Blaine with it.
“Oh!” Blaine gasped as he felt Kurt’s hand on him. “No, I can do it, that’s alright Kurt. Kurt!” Blaine cried out as Kurt began softly rubbing back and forth at the water stain.
“Really Blaine, I insist. It is my fault after all.” Finn was confused when he saw Kurt rubbing the water spot of Blaine’s jeans. Kurt had always said dab, never rub. But maybe it was different for water and jeans. Kurt did know best how to take care of clothing.
Kurt fervently rubbed at the front of Blaine’s jeans, the boy long past complaining. Kurt grinned as he felt Blaine’s erection spring back to life under his hand. He refused to stop there. Blaine’s lips parted, and he uttered a soft, broken moan.
“No… playing… dirty,” He whined. Kurt looked him dead in the eye.
“I’m trying to clean you up. Silly!” Blaine grimaced and swallowed.
“Well there’s going to be a bigger mess if you don’t- OH! Kurt!” Blaine cried out as Kurt slipped his hand between Blaine’s legs and under him, soaking up the water that had dripped down there. Kurt flipped his hand over, so he could wipe up the seat, and as he rubbed away the water, his knuckles stroked under Blaine teasingly, making him squirm and cry out softly.
“Kurt… you can’t… ohhhh, unghhhhh.” Blaine bit his lip, but it did no good, his jaw kept falling slack, his mouth opening. Kurt smiled, but it was the smile of a predator about to catch his prey. He rubbed harshly at Blaine, who looked about to cry.
“K-Kurt, stop, please,” he whimpered, even as his hips took on a life of their own, grinding into Kurt’s hand and asking for more. Kurt reluctantly removed his hand, since it was starting to look like Finn and Rachel’s conversation was winding down, which meant they wouldn’t be in their little blind world anymore. Kurt chuckled, as Blaine whimpered, realizing that Kurt’s hand off of him was worse than when it was there. He could barely speak, or think, he was miserable, wet, and wanted Kurt. He felt awful… until he got an idea.
…
“I’ll have the Caesar salad, and what would you like Blaine?” Blaine grinned.
“Chicken Alfredo.” The lady collected their menus, and not twenty minutes later their food was on their table, Blaine having calmed himself down in the meanwhile.
“Slow business day. The mall is like, deserted.” Kurt said, trying to make small talk, to get Rachel rambling, and Finn distracted.
“Well, slow business means fast service, which is always nice.” Blaine thoughtfully twirled the cream coated pasta onto his fork, lifting a bite to his mouth. “Oh my god, this tastes so good.” Rachel gave him a funny look as Blaine practically moaned the words. Finn paid him no mind, tucking into his own plate wholeheartedly. Kurt just looked at him, wondering where he was going with this.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your food honey.” Kurt said, hoping his voice didn’t sound as squeaky to others as it did to him.
“Oh you have no idea. Try some.” Kurt looked over, and shook his head.
“I’m fine thank you.” Blaine gave him a sideways look.
“Well, I can’t get enough. I could do this day and night forever.” Kurt choked on his bite of salad, forcing it down instead of spewing it all over Rachel. Blaine had said that exact line one time, while giving Kurt head. Now Kurt knew what Blaine was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“D-do what Blaine?” He coughed.
“What do you mean do what? Enjoy this! It’s so delicious, and creamy, mmmmmm.” Kurt blushed and stiffened. Stupid stupid hormones causing these stupid dirty thoughts.
“Enjoy what?” Kurt just needed Blaine to say something about it being the pasta, to clear his own mind. Blaine knew this though, and refused.
“God, you’re so thick Kurt.” And even that sounded dirty. “I’m enjoying the taste, the texture, everything, it’s amazing.” Blaine took a small bite, and moaned after swallowing. “So… good.” Kurt hated how much this was turning him on. It was stupid. Really stupid. But still.
“You can have it anywhere really. In the kitchen, at school, in the car… at the park.” Kurt looked at Blaine wide eyed as he listed places he had sucked Kurt off.
“Blaine…”
“What? It’s great at the park. Especially when there’s no one around, and it’s dark outside… God, I love it at the park.” Kurt’s fork was on the floor in a second, Kurt having dropped it in shock. Blaine offered to get it, slipping down under the table and retrieving the utensil, “accidentally” brushing his elbow against Kurt as he did so. Kurt jumped, and Blaine sat back up in his seat, looking innocent as ever. Kurt used his extra fork to continue eating.
“Thank you Blaine.” Blaine nodded.
“But Kurt! Remember that time we were at the park? How much fun you had? You said you’d never forget that day.”
“Blaine!” Kurt shrieked. “Don’t talk about it!”
“Talk about what? About how nice and quiet it was? How we had lunch there… and dessert?” Kurt was about to say how they hadn’t had dessert there, when he realized exactly what Blaine was referring to, as “dessert”.
“Yes, yes I remember Blaine.”
“We should do that again. I get excited just thinking about it.” Finn looked up at the two of them.
“What did you guys do at the park?” Kurt’s face blanked as Blaine smiled sweetly.
“We had a picnic, at night. Fooled around really after that… we explored. We were on the slide for the longest time, so much fun.”
“Oh GOD Blaine!” Kurt slammed his hands down onto the table top, getting stares from people all around. He glared at Blaine, reminding him that they had made a deal to never speak of “the slide thing”. The park cleanup person had been in for a surprise that night.
“What Kurt? Do you want to talk about other things? Like that time we baked?” Kurt couldn’t breathe as he remembered all the things they had done while they baked. Things that no one needed to know about. Kurt hated Blaine for bringing all those memories rushing back… straight to his cock.
“I uh… Blaine…” Kurt couldn’t help filling out Blaine’s sentences in his mind,
“We ate so much cake batter,” Off of each other’s bodies… “And licked frosting off spoons,” As well as other things… “And made cream puffs…” Oh there was definitely “cream” involved in their activities that day, “Oh! And that one cupcake I ate after icing it with your-“
“Blaine!” Kurt cried out, for that memory had been a vivid one. Even though it was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he still to this day couldn’t believe Blaine had done that and willingly eaten it, it was so… dirty. And he especially couldn’t believe he would bring it up.
“What? It was delicious.” Blaine grinned, and returned to eating his pasta. Kurt just stared at him, the way his jaw moved as he chewed, how his throat swelled as he swallowed. He didn’t understand completely how swallowing could be so hot, but then he realized he wasn’t really thinking of Blaine’s throat taking in food so much as a certain part of his anatomy. Kurt didn’t know whether it was his maternal instincts or his desire to just touch that made him wipe a splotch of sauce from Blaine’s lower lip with his thumb. He also didn’t know what made him lick it off.
“That is really good.” Blaine just stared at him, slack jawed, as Kurt smirked. “What are you looking at?” He teased.
“You.” Blaine stated simply. “That was weird, but fucking hot Kurt.” Rachel and Finn’s heads both shot up at Blaine’s words. He glared at them.
“Oh just go back to eating you two,” Blaine waved at them to take their gazes away from him and Kurt. “Like you didn’t think I was regular teenage boy.” Both of them were about to say that yes, they didn’t think he was; that he was some dapperified old man trapped in a seventeen year old body, but Blaine was frightening them. He was only mildly pissed, but the Blaine they thought they knew never lost his cool. Now that he had, the illusion was shattered. It was scary. The couple stuffed their faces, focusing completely on the food.
“You aren’t a regular teenage boy Blaine.” Kurt leaned into the shorter boy. “A regular teenage boy wouldn’t let me do this.” Kurt tilted Blaine’s chin up, planting an innocent kiss on his lips. Blaine flushed, and Kurt smiled. “You’re my teenage boy.” Blaine nodded dazedly.
“I know. I’m yours.” Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, who slid into the embrace. Finn and Rachel looked up at them for a moment, but looked back down when the beginnings of a snarl formed on Blaine’s lips. “Yeah, that’s right. Mind your own business, Finchel.” Kurt laughed softly.
“Territorial are we?”
“Yes. Very much so.” Kurt sighed, cuddling Blaine tight.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. But I’m not giving up without a fight.” Blaine twisted his head to look up at Kurt, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a seductive glare.”
“Oh its on bitch.”
“So on.”
“Bring it!”
“…Brung.” Blaine struggled before stammering out the word.
“That’s not even a real word Blaine.” Blaine cursed under his breath. Finn looked at the two of them, piping up.
“It isn’t?” Rachel just looked at him, before shaking her head incredulously.
“No, Finn. It isn’t.” Finn sighed and sat back in his seat. Well this was news to him.
…
“Lets go to Victoria’s Secret!” All the girls squealed in agreement. The guys all groaned.
“We’ll model the underwear for you…” Santana crooned, and suddenly Victoria’s Secret was their new favorite store. Blaine and Kurt gave each other a look.
“Um…” Blaine stammered.
“You guys? Just because Blaine and I are gay, doesn’t mean we’re into women’s underwear. Actually, exactly the opposite.” Kurt made a face.
“Well, um, yeah. What Kurt said.” Santana gave Puck a sideways look before she spoke to the boys.
“Blaine, don’t act like you don’t want to see Kurt in nothing but a thong.” Kurt blushed bright red, especially as he saw the intrigued look on Blaine’s face.
“No. No Blaine NO. No no. Nooooo. Blaine!” Blaine shrugged.
“She speaks the truth. The idea of you in lacy women’s underwear really gets me going- oh who am I kidding! Santana! How would Kurt in a thong turn me on?” Santana knew he plan was working perfectly when she saw Kurt’s slightly insulted look.
“Um, excuse me? I could turn you on wearing a trash bag Blaine. Watch me.” And Kurt stormed off towards the store, ignoring the looks he got from strangers shopping inside.
…
“This, would be perfect on you Blaine.” Kurt held up a garish, bright orange, double D push up bra, dangling it in the face of his boyfriend.
“Shut up Kurt. You know, ever since I knew I was gay, I always was sure I’d never, ever find myself inside this store, since it’s purpose is to make women look and feel sexy. But then, you came into my life. And here I am today.” Blaine was standing with arms crossed, following Kurt as he browsed, afraid to touch anything, knowing that they were meant for the exact parts of girls Blaine never wanted to come in contact with. It was all a bit terrifying for him really.
“Yeah, well. You know you love me. Ah, perfect.” Kurt selected what was supposedly a thong. It looked like nothing but a patch of lace with a couple silky strings attached. And it was bright, bright red. Blaine followed Kurt over to the checkout, looking around awkwardly as the lady rang up Kurt’s purchase. Blaine’s eyes fell on the busty blonde, who’s enormous cleavage put him off slightly. She gave Blaine a reassuring look.
“Oh don’t feel embarrassed. You two are definitely not the first. It’s actually quite common, more than you’d think.” The last thing Blaine needed was to hear it was normal. It was strange, and gave him shivers… not the good kind. Kurt lingered in the store, making his way over to the fitting rooms. Ugh, Blaine definitely did not want to think what went on in there. People actually trying on this stuff, and putting it back if they didn’t want it? It made his skin crawl.
“Kurt. I can’t believe you bought that. Are you seriously going to wear it?” Blaine sighed in relief as Kurt shook his head.
“No. You are.”
“What!” Blaine shook his head. “No way. Not happening. Nuh uh. Why would you even-? No Kurt, no. And don’t even try to convince me, it’s not going to work.” Kurt picked his purchase out of the tissue in the bag, dangling it in front of Blaine, who shied away.
“But Blaine… If you wore it, I’d do that thing I never do that you really like for me to do. I promise I’d do it.” Blaine froze. Was Kurt talking about…? But no, he couldn’t be…
“You don’t mean that thing.”
“Yes that thing Blaine.”
“With your…”
“Mhmm.”
“On my…”
“On it, in it, around it, everywhere.” Blaine groaned, snatching it out of Kurt’s hand.
“Fine.”
“Yay! I mean, no one will even know.”
“I’ll know. You’ll know.”
“Yeah, that’s the best part!” Blaine sighed, retreating into the dressing room.
He was there for a while, and Kurt heard mumbled curses, and what sounded like a wail.
“Is everything alright Blaine?” Blaine cried out a no.
“No matter what I do! It won’t stay in!” Kurt laughed hysterically.
“It’s not going to honey.”
“So you mean I’m going to have to put on my jeans with it…”
“Exactly.”
“God! Kuuuurt!” Blaine yanked up his pants and stormed out of the dressing room, stuffing his boxers in the empty bag before anyone could see.
“Fuck Blaine, having you in those jeans, with nothing but a bit of lace between your cock and the zipper…” Blaine turned away when Kurt tried to kiss him.
“Don’t even. You’re trying to make it seem not as bad. It’s awful. Humiliating. And that damn string is digging so deep into my-“ Kurt shut him up with a quick kiss.
“Let’s wait for them outside.”
…
The rest of the glee club found the two boys sitting on a nearby couch outside the store, in a seemingly innocent position. Kurt was seated between Blaine’s legs, Blaine’s knees in the air, Kurt’s arms around Blaine’s legs, hands rubbing his knees, as Blaine massaged Kurt’s shoulders. It looked slightly strange, but not dirty. Little did they know that this was turning Blaine on beyond measure, Kurt trying not to smirk as he felt that telltale poking at his back.
“Blaine…” Kurt asked the boy, as he saw their friends approaching, “Do we need to stop?” Blaine shook his head, letting out a broken sigh.
“Fuck no. Never.” Kurt waved his friends over, and they sat down in the nearby chairs and sofas. They looked at them a little weirdly, but shrugged it off. Weird, was just how they’d been acting all day.
“I think you’re enjoying this.” Kurt peeked back at Blaine, whose eyes were blown out in lust, his lip caught between his teeth.
“No shit.” Kurt giggled, and shifted backwards ever so slightly, enjoying the moan that tumbled from Blaine’s throat. Blaine was not one to hold back, whether in the throes of passion, or simply kissing in Blaine’s dorm. Kurt knew this all too well, and milked it for all it was worth.
“You swear a lot when you’re horny Blaine.” Blaine frowned, and was about to retort, when Kurt slid all the way into Blaine, his ass puzzling in between Blaine’s open legs. The movement had Blaine’s heart and thoughts racing. But his coherency left with the sudden rush of blood to his crotch, and all he could manage so say was,
“Unghhhhh…” Kurt smiled smugly, pleased with himself.
“Oh, what was that honey?” Kurt twisted into Blaine as he turned to look at him.
“Fuuuu…” Kurt bit back a laugh, and leaned in to whisper to Blaine.
“Give up yet?” Blaine didn’t have time to answer, when Rachel came up to the two of them.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re going to get ice cream!” Blaine would have been worried about standing up, but for the fact that Rachel’s voice was the biggest boner kill in history. She was a fantastic singer and all, but when she spoke…
“Oh! Alright. Ice cream sounds fantastic.” Kurt pouted as Blaine got out from around him, missing his warmth. And also, stupid Rachel, Blaine had been about to cave.
…
All the glee clubbers got their ice cream, and returned to sitting in that same rest area. The two boys sat side by side, Kurt daintily sipped at his smoothie, as Blaine ate his vanilla swirl cone. But of course, the boy couldn’t eat the treat like a normal person. No, he had to go and be all inappropriate about it.
“Kurt, you want some?” Blaine held out the ice cream to Kurt, who held up a hand.
“No. You can enjoy it.”
“I will.” Blaine punctuated the sentence with a loooooong lick up the ice cream, and a raise of his eyebrows.
“Oh, so you’re trying to turn me on with the way you eat ice cream? That’s so overdone Blaine.” Blaine shrugged. He broke up his response with tastes of his ice cream.
“But,” Lick. “It,” Swirl. “Works.” Blaine smiled innocently.
“N-not really.” Kurt stammered. Blaine nodded skeptically.
“Mhmm. Sure.” Blaine went back to his ice cream, licking, and swirling his tongue sinfully, every so often catching Kurt’s eye and flicking his tongue across the top. He savored the taste with filthy moans and humming sounds.
“Blaine! Stop it!” Blaine smirked.
“Why? Because someone might see? Let them. It’s more fun when there’s a chance you might get caught.” Kurt knew that Blaine wasn’t talking about the ice cream at all.
“Don’t… don’t say things like that. Blaine, really.”
“What? It’s just so much better, there’s a rush, when you could be found. Makes everything feel so much more intense, and you’re hurrying to finish so you don’t get in trouble.” Kurt blushed, hating that he had such a clear memory.
“Ok, don’t even pretend like you’re talking about the ice cream.”
“Whatever else would I be talking about? Hmm?” Blaine noticed that some ice cream had dripped onto his hand, and cleaned it off with his mouth, staring into Kurt’s eyes, his own smoldering.
“Blaine…” Blaine continued to eat his ice cream. Kurt couldn’t tear his eyes away, every little noise he made, the darting of his pink pink tongue past his beautiful lips. The way he would lick up ice cream that stained the corners of his mouth. It was all way hotter than it should have been. Kurt was thankful for the coldness of his drink, for when he drank it fast enough it gave him distracting brain freezes. After a while, Blaine was done with his ice cream though, thank god. He got up to throw away the wrapper and Kurt’s smoothie cup, before sitting back down, frowning.
“Kurt.”
“Y-yes Blaine.” Kurt was still trying to regain control of his breathing.
“This thing… fucking itches.” Kurt burst out laughing.
“Awww. I’m sorry. But you have to keep wearing it. The only one allowed to remove it is me.” Blaine sighed, and scooted in towards Kurt, who turned to the side, having Blaine sit between his legs this time. Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine, pulling him closer. As Kurt looked down, he noticed a small string of red peeking out above the back of Blaine’s jeans, where his shirt rode up. Kurt thought it was adorable, since Blaine had no idea. He really couldn’t help himself.
“What are you doing…?” Blaine asked, as Kurt’s unoccupied hand ran down his back. He squirmed, since it tickled. Kurt’s hands were cold, and he jumped a little as they brushed his bare skin. Out of seemingly nowhere, there was a sudden burning in his ass, and he felt like he was about to be sliced in half.
“KURT!” Blaine yelped, as he twisted around to look at the boy, feeling, but unable to see the bit of material in Kurt’s hand, which he had yanked on to give Blaine a wedgie. Kurt couldn’t help his laughing. Blaine whimpered.
“Ow ow owwwwwww. That really hurt Kurt. Why would you even…?”
“Because it was there, and I couldn’t resist.
“You love to torture me.”
“I can do whatever I like with you. You’re mine.” Blaine whimpered again, hating that since he ever the submissive, Kurt’s words turned him on.
“I-I…”
“I love this thing. I love you in it. I’m sorry for hurting you. I hope I didn’t damage you for later.” Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck as he rubbed soothingly at Blaine’s bare lower back with his finger.
“What’s later?”
“That thing. You know…”
“Oh. Y-yeah. That thing.” Blaine swallowed.
“Are you excited?” Blaine blushed, and was about to answer, when Finn came up behind the two of them.
“Excited? About what?” The two boys looked up at him, mortified, and shifted to hide evidence of Blaine wearing skimpy lingerie.
“N-nothing!” Kurt blurted.
“Okay… well, everyone decided that you guys should get to decide where we go next. Kurt thought for a moment, before his face lit up with a devious grin.
“Let’s go… to the Gap.”
…
“It’s right here!” Kurt squealed happily. Tina looked at him, smiling in disbelief.
“Kurt Hummel, excited to go to the Gap?” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on, don’t act so surprised. It’s like, Blaine’s favorite store.” Blaine however, was standing stonefaced, with his arms crossed.
“Okay Kurt, this is so not cute.” Kurt whirled around to face the boy, taking a step into his personal space.
“Cute, is not what I’m going for.” Blaine blinked a little, but didn’t react.
“Whatever it is, I don’t like it. I don’t want to go.” Kurt shook his head in concern.
“What’s wrong Blaine? What do you think we should do?” Kurt took a fraction of a step, and closed the gap between them, slipping his arm around Blaine’s waist, and using his other hand to tilt Blaine’s chin up.
“I-I-I uh, uhm…” Blaine stammered as Kurt’s lips drew closer and closer, capturing his own in a deep kiss that made him swoon, and take a step backward, his arms uncrossing to fall to his sides. Blaine’s fingers twitched as Kurt only deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the slick flesh of Blaine’s inner lower lip. He moaned at the sensation, and instantly Kurt was off him, not touching him at all.
“So, where are we going?” Kurt demanded.
“I, uh, let’s go to the Gap.” Most of the Glee clubbers who had been watching awkwardly (the boys) or intently (the girls) laughed. When the boys had entered the store, Santana stayed behind to talk to Puck.
“He’s whipped.” Puck said, as if that answered it all.
“Well, that was one hot kiss.” Santana admitted.
“My bet’s on Kurt.”
“Nah, did you see Blaine? He could barely contain himself.”
“But he’s the bottom.” Santana blinked and looked at Puck.
“Wh-what? No way. How would you even know that?” He shrugged.
“Finn and Kurt live together, and Blaine is over a lot. They forgot to close the door.”
“How is that even…?”
“They’re insatiable sex sharks. Have you seen them? All day today just…”
“Right? But I still think that Blaine will lose it first. He’s been limping around all day with a semi.” Puck couldn’t disprove that. If he did, it would have meant he was looking. Guys did not check out other guys’ packages.
“Well, Kurt’s been the one to kiss Blaine most of the time. And to touch him first.”
“Yeah, to drive him crazy.”
“Fine then, Santana. We’ll make a bet. If I win… you have to kiss Brittany. In front of me, in the store.” Santana’s face lit up, and she had to force it back into a glare, as if she was upset about this, as if her kissing Brittany, was something she didn’t want to happen.
“Okay, and you’ll kiss Sam.” Puck was about to complain, but then decided that would be admitting defeat.
“Alright. It’s a bet. One of them… I mean Kurt… has to give in sometime soon.”
“Oh we’ll see about that.” Santana made sure to put a competitive edge to her voice before turning around and walking into the store. She had to find a way to make sure she lost this bet.
…
“Okay, so the guys stay here. You, come with me.” Santana motioned to the two boys holding hands. They walked over to her, but she put a hand up. “Kurt, you stay back with the others. I just need Blaine.” Blaine’s expression turned slightly worried, as he wasn’t completely comfortable around the girl Kurt had warned him didn’t take no for an answer.
“I uh… Santana. If you haven’t noticed, Kurt and I are currently in a very satisfying relationship, and I am very much gay.” Santana shook her head.
“Not for that. Believe me you’re… not my type. I’m not going to jump you.” Blaine for some reason felt like he could trust her, and waved away Kurt.
“Okay…” he trailed off.
“When I’m done with you though, Kurt might. I’m going to make sure he’s the one to lose control over you. You’ll win, I’ll make sure of it.” Blaine spluttered.
“I-I… what? How did you even… Why?”
“Does it matter? Let’s just say, I’m getting my own little somethin’ somethin’ if Kurt goes insane with lust for you. Now… do you want my help, or not?” Blaine nodded slowly, sure that Santana’s aid probably wouldn’t hurt.
“Awesome, now come with me.”
…
“Why are we in the girls section of the store?” Blaine asked, as he stood next to Santana who was pawing through racks and displays.
“Could you just shut up for one moment? Trust me, okay. This’ll work.”
“Are you going to make me wear something embarrassing?” Santana gave him a sly grin.
“It would be worth it if it worked right?”
“I guess…”
“Then I guess, you’ll go in to the fitting room then, and put this on. No complaining! I know it’ll fit you.” Blaine wasn’t exactly sure what the item of clothing was, but he took it from Santana anyways, and headed over to the fitting room.
“Are you sure about this? That it’ll work? Or are you just playing a prank on me.” Blaine was afraid it might be an introduction ritual into their group of friends. He wouldn’t put it past them, Kurt had told him about some pretty crazy stuff the Glee club had done in the past couple of years.
“Well, you’re just going to have to find out aren’t you? Oh! And take your shoes off. They’ll look weird otherwise.” Blaine sighed, having no idea what he was getting himself into.
…
“Really Santana!” Blaine cried out from inside the dressing room. The girl giggled.
“So, how does it feel?”
“Um… breezy? It’s so short! How do girls stand them? God. You’re so pranking me.”
“I’m not, I swear I’m not. After getting enough alcohol into Kurt and depriving him of sleep, you learn things at slumber parties, especially during truth or dare. Let’s just say, I’m one hundred and ten percent sure he wont be able to resist you.” Blaine looked at himself in the mirror, and looked at himself from all angles, feeling odd, but admitting that it did fit him well. Still, it was insane.
“There’s no way I’m walking through the store like this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go get him.” Santana raced over to the other side of the store, and told Kurt where Blaine was waiting for him.
“He has a… surprise for you.” Kurt smirked. He knew it, Blaine caved. Santana shooed the boy, and admitted defeat to Puck.
“I couldn’t stop him! It’s so unfair. Using Kurt’s weaknesses against him.” Puck crossed his arms.
“Well well well. I believe that you need to pay up Santana!” Santana pouted.
“Just a quick one okay?” Puck shook his head.
“No way. Not some pussy grandma kiss. A real kiss. With tongue.” Santana bit her lip, trying to make it seem like it was from apprehension, and not eager anticipation. She found Brittany and waved her over.
“Uh Britt Britt? I have something to ask you.” Santana explained that she had lost a bet and had to kiss her because of it. Brittany frowned.
“That doesn’t make any sense though. I mean, wouldn’t you actually want-?” Santana cut her off by tiptoeing up to kiss her, the blonde instantly responding. Puck just sat back and enjoyed himself for a few moments before he started coughing. The kiss had passed the minute mark, and it was getting a bit uncomfortable because Puck had to remember that these were his friends, who were supposedly just friends, and it was getting a bit strange.
“San… Britt? Um, I’ll just leave you two alone…” Puck slunk off to go talk to Quinn. A moment later, Santana broke the kiss. Brittany spoke.
“Even though you lost that bet, I think I won.” Santana leaned in to hug the girl.
“Aw! You are so sweet.” Brittany beamed.
“You are too! You taste just like strawberry ice cream.” Santana giggled.
Part 2: slashanddash.livejournal.com/3550.html
“Well guys, no use arguing. We’re outnumbered two to one.” Puck threw his hands up in defeat as the guys fought with the girls over which store in the mall to go to next. Rachel and most of the other female glee clubbers had agreed on where to go, which was exactly the last place the guys wanted to go to… Forever 21. With it’s sparkly floors, and girly clothing, as well as it being a store that wasn’t even meant for guys to shop at, the guys of the glee club refused to go there. Passersby, who looked onto the scene, were met by the sight of twelve teenagers (Lauren and Artie couldn’t come) in a heated squabble over next to nothing, the idea never occurring to them that they could just split up and meet again later.
“We’re not outnumbered Puck.” Finn spoke up. “With Blaine here, it’s six boys and six girls.” Puck nodded, and spat sarcastically.
“Good to see you can count Finn. But we know Kurt is going to agree with the girls, and that Blaine will do whatever Kurt wants to do, so that knocks us down to four… against eight.” Finn frowned.
“Hey, you don’t know that for sure. Kurt can decide for himself.” Kurt looked up at the mention of his name.
“Decide what?” Finn explained.
“Oh. Well… that store does have quite nice scarves for cheap. So yes, I’d like to go there. But Blaine, what would you like to do?” Kurt sat by his boyfriend on a two seater in a rest area of the mall, taking his hand as he asked the question. Blaine smiled softly, his eyes full of adoration.
“I’d love to go with you and watch you try on scarves.” Puck shot Finn a knowing look, and was met with a glare.
“Awwww, Blaine…” Kurt grinned, leaning into the boy and pecking his cheek. Blaine blushed slightly.
“Oh Kurt…” Puck rolled his eyes.
“Ok, I’ll admit, you two are cute, but do you always have to be so… lovey dovey?” Sam asked. Kurt nodded, and said
“Yes.” Blaine smiled, cuddling into Kurt, who wrapped his arms around him.
“Of course. We’re… in love!” Blaine exclaimed. A chorus of ‘aaaaaawwww!’ came from the girls. Puck laughed.
“Isn’t it incredibly ironic that to a girl, having a boyfriend is the cutest thing a guy can do?” Finn nodded, hating that he could be jealous of those two boys who only had eyes for each other. Blaine and Rachel had kissed, and Finn still sometimes feared she had feelings for him, even though that was ridiculous since he was dating her. Rachel had also been spending an awful lot of time alone with Kurt. He had to keep reminding himself that the two of them were gay, and together. Of course he didn’t know it yet, but today would be the day all his fears would be disproven, and he wouldn’t need to be reminded anymore.
…
“Oooh! Kurt! Try this one on. It so goes with your outfit!” Kurt gingerly picked up the scarf from Rachel’s hands, not trusting her fashion sense. But the scarf was a simple cream color, and went with almost anything; it looked quite nice with his black leather jacket, over a long sleeved boatneck shirt with red and white horizontal stripes, paired with skintight black jeans and black Converse. He draped it over his shoulders, posing and scrutinizing himself in the mirror, too focused to see the figure of his boyfriend appear behind him in the glass. Blaine tapped on his shoulder and he whirled around.
“O-oh! Oh, hi Blaine. Do you liiiike it?” Kurt asked, swaying his shoulders to and fro to swish the scarf. Blaine nodded and made a small affirmative noise. Then, taking Kurt by surprise, he reached up and grabbed the ends of the scarf, tugging down just a bit so that their faces were close.
“You look really cute in this scarf Kurt.” Once again, there was aaw-ing from all the girls around them. Blaine looked over to his left where they were gushing, and mock glared, pouting comically. He threw the ends of the scarf over his own neck, so it surrounded the both of them, then picked up an obnoxiously large hat off a table near them, and held it up to hide the girls view of their heads, He wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist, bringing him in, and proceeded to give him a long firm kiss… on the corner of his mouth. Blaine knew that would drive him crazy, and the girls giggled when Blaine lowered the hat and whisked off the scarf, seeing a red, flustered Kurt, and his smug boyfriend.
“Well, Blaine is a really good kisser,” Rachel announced, not seeing Finn’s stony stare.
“Whatever Berry. You were drunk. You need to get over yourself.” Santana rolled her eyes as she spoke. Then she turned to Kurt. “Yeah Hummel! Get some!” Kurt blushed deeper, burying his face into the soft, concealing material of the scarf. Blaine put back the hat, and then went up behind Kurt to hug him.
“Aww. I’m sorry Kurt, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Kurt shook his head, still covering his face.
“Liar.” He mumbled into the scarf. Blaine laughed.
“Okay, maybe I did it on purpose. But it’s only because you’re so beautiful when you blush.” Kurt huffed.
“I’m beautiful all the time.”
“That’s true, so take off the scarf. Don’t hide your beauty.” Kurt grinned evilly into the scarf, where no one could see.
“Okay. Whoops! Dropped it!” Kurt, still with Blaine behind him, bent over ever so slowly to pick up the scarf he had let slip to the floor. Blaine’s eyes were wide as Kurt reached down to get it without bending his knees. Blaine was too shocked to move, his hands having migrated to Kurt’s hips subconsciously, leaving them in a compromising position. Kurt up righted himself, giggling as Blaine’s grip tightened.
“Ah! Blaine! That tickles!” Kurt squirmed, accidentally brushing his ass against Blaine’s crotch. Blaine’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he jumped back, away from Kurt, who pretended he didn’t know what he had done. He walked over to Blaine, and rested a hand on his boyfriend’s bicep “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” He said, just loud enough for everyone near to hear. Then, quietly, for Blaine’s ears only, he whispered.
“Two can play at that game. And I for one, am planning on winning.” Blaine bit his lip.
Finn overheard the conversation by accident and wondered. A game? What kind of a game? He wanted to play!
“In your dreams sweetheart.” Blaine smiled, but his eyes held desire… to win, and for Kurt.
“You? Always.” Kurt gushed. “You’re my teenage dream Blaine.” Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine’s loose curls, bringing their faces together and rubbing noses with him. Blaine blushed at the feel of Kurt’s fingers on his sensitive scalp. That was always where Kurt’s hands ended up when they… but no, Blaine couldn’t finish that thought, because then he’d start thinking of Kurt naked, and moaning, and inside him, and that would give him an embarrassing erection… much like the one he had budding now.
“D-damn it Kurt…” Blaine frowned. Kurt grinned and skipped over to talk to Mercedes as Blaine browsed the racks, using the clothing to conceal himself until he was safe again.
…
“Where should we go next?” asked Tina as the girls reluctantly, (and the boys in relief) left Forever 21. No one really had a suggestion, and they stood around awkwardly until Blaine piped up.
“We… should go… to LensCrafters.” The entire club looked at him funny, since no one in their right mind went to the glasses store when out with their friends. No one. Kurt though, was starting to wish he had bought that scarf back there, because he was blushing more than a person should be able to. He managed to choke out a few noises that resembled language against Blaine’s suggestion.
“I uh no… That’s a terrible idea. Terrible… Er um.. mmmmm….” Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt’s lips.
“Quiet, Kurt. Anyone besides Kurt not want to go? Any better ideas? It’s really fun when you’re bored.” A collective noise of agreement came from the Glee clubbers, deciding that going somewhere, anywhere, was better than just standing there. And the store was right across from where they had just come from, so there wasn’t really a reason not to. Kurt cursed this turn of events.
When they reached the nearly empty store, most of the teens laughed and giggled as they tried on glasses and sunglasses, posing, and making faces in the mirror, acting like children, acting like adults, pretending to be teachers, librarians, their parents, movie stars, and thoroughly enjoying themselves. Kurt and Blaine were just as alone as could be in the relatively packed store.
“I think you’d look really great in these.” Blaine held up a pair of simple square black frames, Kurt’s favorite even though he didn’t wear glasses, grinning. Kurt had to bite back all sorts of inappropriate noises, managing a glare.
“Shut up. I hate you.” Blaine raised an eyebrow, placing the glasses atop his head like sunglasses, so he could slip them down with ease.
“Do you hate me now?” Kurt’s frown faltered.
“B-Blaine. Don’t you dare-!“ Blaine flicked the glasses over his face and just looked at Kurt for a moment, who seemed to be battling several emotions right now. Blaine saw anger, and frustration as well as desire and lust flicker across his features.
“God, it’s just so easy with you Kurt.” Kurt moaned slightly in his throat as Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder, Kurt unable to stop staring at him.
“You look so hot in those, you have no idea.” Kurt’s voice was barely a whisper. Blaine laughed a bit.
“Actually, I do.” Kurt had confessed his incredible desire for a man in glasses to Blaine a while ago, and had fucked him a couple of times while the boy wore them, and those were admittedly the best orgasms he’d ever had. It wasn’t the glasses themselves, but the way he looked in them. They brought all the attention to his beautiful eyes and that turned Kurt on so much. Blaine thought it was cute, but had never exploited it before, especially not in public. Kurt didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss or kill the boy. Either way, he’d probably get looks from the people around him, but the former wouldn’t get him thrown in jail. He grasped Blaine’s face in his hands, tilting it up towards him. Blaine’s face fell into an expression of want, and awe.
“Ku-Kurt, right here in the… with people…?” Kurt nodded.
“Yes with people around, you naughty exhibitionist.” And he pressed their lips together ever so lightly, just a whisper of a kiss, smiling as Blaine whimpered when he pulled away after a second. He glanced around quickly, but save for a lady giggling and smiling at them before she looked away, no one seemed to have seen. Blaine bit his lip.
“Why am I never satisfied with regular kisses? Why do I need you to make out with me?” Blaine asked woundedly, his dissatisfaction evident in his pants.
“Because, you like me inside you. Everywhere.” Kurt hissed in his ear. Blaine squeaked, blushing, and dropping on one knee.
“My shoe’s untied.” He explained, looking up at Kurt through the black rims of the glasses, tying his shoes with glances at Kurt through his eyelashes, the same way he did while giving Kurt a blowjob. And his face was so close, all Kurt could think of was Blaine blowing him while wearing nothing but those glasses… Fuck.
Blaine, at eye level with Kurt’s crotch, gave it a quick glance and smirked. “I believe my work here is done!” Blaine sauntered out of the store as he saw a few of the others leaving, Kurt staying behind for a moment to calm his breathing.
…
Kurt left the store with his jacket tied around his waist, the sleeves dangling conveniently over his front. Santana burst out laughing when she saw him. Kurt pouted.
“What?” Santana was laughing too hard to answer. “Does it look weird?” She shook her head.
“No Kurt, you actually pulled it off but-!” She began laughing again. Kurt sighed.
“It got too hot okay!” Santana calmed down a bit.
“It sure did Kurt, it sure did.” Kurt rolled his eyes, about to ask exactly what she meant by that, when Blaine came up behind him, encircling Kurt’s torso with his arms, and pressing a kiss to his shoulder, exposed by his shirt that had slipped down on one side.
“Blaine!” Kurt wailed. “You can’t do that! We’re in public! This is entirely inappropriate.” But he didn’t try to shrug Blaine off. Blaine’s voice came out growly.
“Well it is entirely inappropriate for you to waltz out of the store looking that delicious. You can’t just be wearing a jacket and then come out with your shoulder bare, you might as well wear a sign that says you exist to drive me insane.” Kurt giggled nervously.
“My shoulder Blaine? Really? What, you have some secret shoulder fetish?” Kurt was teasing, and wasn’t expecting Blaine to answer.
“Maybe.” Kurt laughed, thinking Blaine was kidding. “Yeah… kinda… a huge one?” Kurt blushed. Blaine pulled Kurt even closer to himself. “I don’t even care if you think it’s weird, I’m way too turned on by you right now.” Kurt squirmed as he felt Blaine pressing into him. This was slowly traveling out of pg-13 territory. He needed to say something, something to get Blaine off… no not get him off like that, but make him let go.
“I knew I’d win. You have no self control” Blaine made an indignant noise.
“Not when it comes to you. God Kurt, you have no idea…” Blaine moaned the words, his lips against Kurt’s shoulder.
“I-I knew it. I knew I could last longer than you. I knew I’d win.” Blaine shook his head.
“No. No way. Never. But fine then, it stays clean from now on. No fighting dirty.” Kurt nodded.
“We don’t want them to suspect anything.” Blaine nodded. “But there’s no way I’m putting on my jacket now.” Blaine’s eyes grew wide as Kurt gave him a demure glance over his shoulder, and snickered as he felt Blaine shift behind him, before letting go altogether. Blaine’s face fell.
“Meanie.” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“How mature Blaine. Wow, this is going to be easy.”
…
Everyone had said they were hungry, and there was a Breadstix at the mall, so they all wanted to go there, after Mercedes offered to pay Sam’s lunch bill, saying that he could always pay her back later. There was something in the way she said it that put Kurt off a bit, but then Blaine’s hand was in his, and he was grinning happily.
Since twelve was such a huge party, and they didn’t want to wait for a big table, they were divided among three booths, Finn, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine all sharing one.
As soon as they were seated, Rachel started blathering on about something or other, as Finn watched, mesmerized, amazed that this much speech could fit into such a small girl. Luckily, the two of them were sitting on the same side of the booth, so Rachel and Finn being turned toward each other meant that they were turned away from Kurt and Blaine. Kurt noticed this, and turned to Blaine, who blushed, and looked down guiltily.
“Why do you look like I’ve caught you looking at porn or something?” Blaine refused to answer, and grew more mortified as Kurt’s face lit up with a knowing grin. “You were staring at my shoulder!” Blaine shoved his hands into his lap, and looked away from Kurt, mumbling.
“Sorry.” Kurt shook his head, even though Blaine couldn’t see him.
“It’s alright. Really,” Kurt spoke the words ponderingly, as he twirled his fingers in the shorter curls of hair at the nape of Blaine’s neck, swirling designs on the back of Blaine’s neck with his finger, giggling as he watched the skin flush.
“Kurt…” Blaine pleaded, but he didn’t turn around. Kurt smiled.
“But you’re so sensitive! See?” Blaine turned around to look at him, and Kurt stroked his hand over Blaine’s knee, delighting in the reaction he got, Blaine jumping and almost hitting his leg under the table. Kurt began rubbing at his knee, every so often checking the painfully oblivious Finn and Rachel.
“Aaaah…ah… Kurt…” Blaine crossed his legs so Kurt would move his hand. Kurt knew that his knees were his weakness. But Kurt didn’t remove his hand; instead, he gave Blaine’s leg a squeeze before slipping his hand out, and rubbing Blaine’s other knee. Blaine gulped, but was unable to speak.
“I-I aaah… uh.” Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine’s jaw quickly before cooing.
“You’re so adorably incoherent that there’s no way I’m stopping babe.” Blaine’s eyes grew wide as he managed to choke out the word,
“Waitress!” Kurt yanked his hand off Blaine’s knee, and took the water from the lady, who talked about appetizers and specials and all of that. Kurt nodded, smiling, his façade almost cracking when he heard a small whimper escape Blaine. He swore he was about to cry laughing when the middle aged lady asked,
“Is your friend over there alright? He looks a little flushed and upset.” Rachel looked over in concern, and Finn in confusion. Kurt tried to match Rachel’s expression, looking over at Blaine.
“Well sweetie, answer the kind lady. Are you feeling okay?” Blaine nodded.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“Y-yes.” Blaine’s voice cracked as he spoke. His pupils were dilated, and his face was flushed, and that yes was anything but convincing, but the lady accepted it, telling them she’d be back when they were ready to order.
Kurt slid Blaine’s water glass over to him on the table, and grimaced at the trail of water it left from the bottom of the cup. There were additional cloth napkins on the side of the booth nearest the inside, but Kurt was on the outside, so he had to reach over Blaine to grab one. Blaine got a good long look at Kurt’s shoulder, before the napkin just so happened to slip out of Kurt’s fingers and into his lap.
“Ooopsie!” Kurt squealed, giggling maniacally as he snatched it up from the lap of a very much aroused Blaine. Kurt swiped up the water, and giggled again as he dropped once again, the napkin over Blaine’s crotch. “I can’t seem to hold on to things today!” he exclaimed. Finn looked over at him. He was surprised. Even he wasn’t that clumsy. He especially wasn’t clumsy enough to knock a water glass over out of nowhere, like Kurt just had.
“Oh god Blaine I’m so sorry!” Kurt covered his mouth with one hand as he tipped Blaine’s glass of icy water right into his lap, causing him to yell and jump.
“Fuck! That’s really cold; I think you froze my junk.” Blaine didn’t think twice about swearing, his dick was getting frostbitten.
“Oh honey, I can’t believe I just did that. What’s wrong with me? Blaine did I hurt you?” Blaine gritted his teeth and shook his head.
“No. Its just so, so cold.” But Blaine didn’t really want to complain, since now he was numb down there, and the water had doused the flames of passion roaring in his groin. Kurt patted his leg and murmured,
“I’ll warm it up for you later, don’t worry. But first let’s get you dried off.” Kurt uprighted the glass, sopping up the water as best he could before taking another napkin and gently dabbing at Blaine with it.
“Oh!” Blaine gasped as he felt Kurt’s hand on him. “No, I can do it, that’s alright Kurt. Kurt!” Blaine cried out as Kurt began softly rubbing back and forth at the water stain.
“Really Blaine, I insist. It is my fault after all.” Finn was confused when he saw Kurt rubbing the water spot of Blaine’s jeans. Kurt had always said dab, never rub. But maybe it was different for water and jeans. Kurt did know best how to take care of clothing.
Kurt fervently rubbed at the front of Blaine’s jeans, the boy long past complaining. Kurt grinned as he felt Blaine’s erection spring back to life under his hand. He refused to stop there. Blaine’s lips parted, and he uttered a soft, broken moan.
“No… playing… dirty,” He whined. Kurt looked him dead in the eye.
“I’m trying to clean you up. Silly!” Blaine grimaced and swallowed.
“Well there’s going to be a bigger mess if you don’t- OH! Kurt!” Blaine cried out as Kurt slipped his hand between Blaine’s legs and under him, soaking up the water that had dripped down there. Kurt flipped his hand over, so he could wipe up the seat, and as he rubbed away the water, his knuckles stroked under Blaine teasingly, making him squirm and cry out softly.
“Kurt… you can’t… ohhhh, unghhhhh.” Blaine bit his lip, but it did no good, his jaw kept falling slack, his mouth opening. Kurt smiled, but it was the smile of a predator about to catch his prey. He rubbed harshly at Blaine, who looked about to cry.
“K-Kurt, stop, please,” he whimpered, even as his hips took on a life of their own, grinding into Kurt’s hand and asking for more. Kurt reluctantly removed his hand, since it was starting to look like Finn and Rachel’s conversation was winding down, which meant they wouldn’t be in their little blind world anymore. Kurt chuckled, as Blaine whimpered, realizing that Kurt’s hand off of him was worse than when it was there. He could barely speak, or think, he was miserable, wet, and wanted Kurt. He felt awful… until he got an idea.
…
“I’ll have the Caesar salad, and what would you like Blaine?” Blaine grinned.
“Chicken Alfredo.” The lady collected their menus, and not twenty minutes later their food was on their table, Blaine having calmed himself down in the meanwhile.
“Slow business day. The mall is like, deserted.” Kurt said, trying to make small talk, to get Rachel rambling, and Finn distracted.
“Well, slow business means fast service, which is always nice.” Blaine thoughtfully twirled the cream coated pasta onto his fork, lifting a bite to his mouth. “Oh my god, this tastes so good.” Rachel gave him a funny look as Blaine practically moaned the words. Finn paid him no mind, tucking into his own plate wholeheartedly. Kurt just looked at him, wondering where he was going with this.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your food honey.” Kurt said, hoping his voice didn’t sound as squeaky to others as it did to him.
“Oh you have no idea. Try some.” Kurt looked over, and shook his head.
“I’m fine thank you.” Blaine gave him a sideways look.
“Well, I can’t get enough. I could do this day and night forever.” Kurt choked on his bite of salad, forcing it down instead of spewing it all over Rachel. Blaine had said that exact line one time, while giving Kurt head. Now Kurt knew what Blaine was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“D-do what Blaine?” He coughed.
“What do you mean do what? Enjoy this! It’s so delicious, and creamy, mmmmmm.” Kurt blushed and stiffened. Stupid stupid hormones causing these stupid dirty thoughts.
“Enjoy what?” Kurt just needed Blaine to say something about it being the pasta, to clear his own mind. Blaine knew this though, and refused.
“God, you’re so thick Kurt.” And even that sounded dirty. “I’m enjoying the taste, the texture, everything, it’s amazing.” Blaine took a small bite, and moaned after swallowing. “So… good.” Kurt hated how much this was turning him on. It was stupid. Really stupid. But still.
“You can have it anywhere really. In the kitchen, at school, in the car… at the park.” Kurt looked at Blaine wide eyed as he listed places he had sucked Kurt off.
“Blaine…”
“What? It’s great at the park. Especially when there’s no one around, and it’s dark outside… God, I love it at the park.” Kurt’s fork was on the floor in a second, Kurt having dropped it in shock. Blaine offered to get it, slipping down under the table and retrieving the utensil, “accidentally” brushing his elbow against Kurt as he did so. Kurt jumped, and Blaine sat back up in his seat, looking innocent as ever. Kurt used his extra fork to continue eating.
“Thank you Blaine.” Blaine nodded.
“But Kurt! Remember that time we were at the park? How much fun you had? You said you’d never forget that day.”
“Blaine!” Kurt shrieked. “Don’t talk about it!”
“Talk about what? About how nice and quiet it was? How we had lunch there… and dessert?” Kurt was about to say how they hadn’t had dessert there, when he realized exactly what Blaine was referring to, as “dessert”.
“Yes, yes I remember Blaine.”
“We should do that again. I get excited just thinking about it.” Finn looked up at the two of them.
“What did you guys do at the park?” Kurt’s face blanked as Blaine smiled sweetly.
“We had a picnic, at night. Fooled around really after that… we explored. We were on the slide for the longest time, so much fun.”
“Oh GOD Blaine!” Kurt slammed his hands down onto the table top, getting stares from people all around. He glared at Blaine, reminding him that they had made a deal to never speak of “the slide thing”. The park cleanup person had been in for a surprise that night.
“What Kurt? Do you want to talk about other things? Like that time we baked?” Kurt couldn’t breathe as he remembered all the things they had done while they baked. Things that no one needed to know about. Kurt hated Blaine for bringing all those memories rushing back… straight to his cock.
“I uh… Blaine…” Kurt couldn’t help filling out Blaine’s sentences in his mind,
“We ate so much cake batter,” Off of each other’s bodies… “And licked frosting off spoons,” As well as other things… “And made cream puffs…” Oh there was definitely “cream” involved in their activities that day, “Oh! And that one cupcake I ate after icing it with your-“
“Blaine!” Kurt cried out, for that memory had been a vivid one. Even though it was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he still to this day couldn’t believe Blaine had done that and willingly eaten it, it was so… dirty. And he especially couldn’t believe he would bring it up.
“What? It was delicious.” Blaine grinned, and returned to eating his pasta. Kurt just stared at him, the way his jaw moved as he chewed, how his throat swelled as he swallowed. He didn’t understand completely how swallowing could be so hot, but then he realized he wasn’t really thinking of Blaine’s throat taking in food so much as a certain part of his anatomy. Kurt didn’t know whether it was his maternal instincts or his desire to just touch that made him wipe a splotch of sauce from Blaine’s lower lip with his thumb. He also didn’t know what made him lick it off.
“That is really good.” Blaine just stared at him, slack jawed, as Kurt smirked. “What are you looking at?” He teased.
“You.” Blaine stated simply. “That was weird, but fucking hot Kurt.” Rachel and Finn’s heads both shot up at Blaine’s words. He glared at them.
“Oh just go back to eating you two,” Blaine waved at them to take their gazes away from him and Kurt. “Like you didn’t think I was regular teenage boy.” Both of them were about to say that yes, they didn’t think he was; that he was some dapperified old man trapped in a seventeen year old body, but Blaine was frightening them. He was only mildly pissed, but the Blaine they thought they knew never lost his cool. Now that he had, the illusion was shattered. It was scary. The couple stuffed their faces, focusing completely on the food.
“You aren’t a regular teenage boy Blaine.” Kurt leaned into the shorter boy. “A regular teenage boy wouldn’t let me do this.” Kurt tilted Blaine’s chin up, planting an innocent kiss on his lips. Blaine flushed, and Kurt smiled. “You’re my teenage boy.” Blaine nodded dazedly.
“I know. I’m yours.” Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, who slid into the embrace. Finn and Rachel looked up at them for a moment, but looked back down when the beginnings of a snarl formed on Blaine’s lips. “Yeah, that’s right. Mind your own business, Finchel.” Kurt laughed softly.
“Territorial are we?”
“Yes. Very much so.” Kurt sighed, cuddling Blaine tight.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. But I’m not giving up without a fight.” Blaine twisted his head to look up at Kurt, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a seductive glare.”
“Oh its on bitch.”
“So on.”
“Bring it!”
“…Brung.” Blaine struggled before stammering out the word.
“That’s not even a real word Blaine.” Blaine cursed under his breath. Finn looked at the two of them, piping up.
“It isn’t?” Rachel just looked at him, before shaking her head incredulously.
“No, Finn. It isn’t.” Finn sighed and sat back in his seat. Well this was news to him.
…
“Lets go to Victoria’s Secret!” All the girls squealed in agreement. The guys all groaned.
“We’ll model the underwear for you…” Santana crooned, and suddenly Victoria’s Secret was their new favorite store. Blaine and Kurt gave each other a look.
“Um…” Blaine stammered.
“You guys? Just because Blaine and I are gay, doesn’t mean we’re into women’s underwear. Actually, exactly the opposite.” Kurt made a face.
“Well, um, yeah. What Kurt said.” Santana gave Puck a sideways look before she spoke to the boys.
“Blaine, don’t act like you don’t want to see Kurt in nothing but a thong.” Kurt blushed bright red, especially as he saw the intrigued look on Blaine’s face.
“No. No Blaine NO. No no. Nooooo. Blaine!” Blaine shrugged.
“She speaks the truth. The idea of you in lacy women’s underwear really gets me going- oh who am I kidding! Santana! How would Kurt in a thong turn me on?” Santana knew he plan was working perfectly when she saw Kurt’s slightly insulted look.
“Um, excuse me? I could turn you on wearing a trash bag Blaine. Watch me.” And Kurt stormed off towards the store, ignoring the looks he got from strangers shopping inside.
…
“This, would be perfect on you Blaine.” Kurt held up a garish, bright orange, double D push up bra, dangling it in the face of his boyfriend.
“Shut up Kurt. You know, ever since I knew I was gay, I always was sure I’d never, ever find myself inside this store, since it’s purpose is to make women look and feel sexy. But then, you came into my life. And here I am today.” Blaine was standing with arms crossed, following Kurt as he browsed, afraid to touch anything, knowing that they were meant for the exact parts of girls Blaine never wanted to come in contact with. It was all a bit terrifying for him really.
“Yeah, well. You know you love me. Ah, perfect.” Kurt selected what was supposedly a thong. It looked like nothing but a patch of lace with a couple silky strings attached. And it was bright, bright red. Blaine followed Kurt over to the checkout, looking around awkwardly as the lady rang up Kurt’s purchase. Blaine’s eyes fell on the busty blonde, who’s enormous cleavage put him off slightly. She gave Blaine a reassuring look.
“Oh don’t feel embarrassed. You two are definitely not the first. It’s actually quite common, more than you’d think.” The last thing Blaine needed was to hear it was normal. It was strange, and gave him shivers… not the good kind. Kurt lingered in the store, making his way over to the fitting rooms. Ugh, Blaine definitely did not want to think what went on in there. People actually trying on this stuff, and putting it back if they didn’t want it? It made his skin crawl.
“Kurt. I can’t believe you bought that. Are you seriously going to wear it?” Blaine sighed in relief as Kurt shook his head.
“No. You are.”
“What!” Blaine shook his head. “No way. Not happening. Nuh uh. Why would you even-? No Kurt, no. And don’t even try to convince me, it’s not going to work.” Kurt picked his purchase out of the tissue in the bag, dangling it in front of Blaine, who shied away.
“But Blaine… If you wore it, I’d do that thing I never do that you really like for me to do. I promise I’d do it.” Blaine froze. Was Kurt talking about…? But no, he couldn’t be…
“You don’t mean that thing.”
“Yes that thing Blaine.”
“With your…”
“Mhmm.”
“On my…”
“On it, in it, around it, everywhere.” Blaine groaned, snatching it out of Kurt’s hand.
“Fine.”
“Yay! I mean, no one will even know.”
“I’ll know. You’ll know.”
“Yeah, that’s the best part!” Blaine sighed, retreating into the dressing room.
He was there for a while, and Kurt heard mumbled curses, and what sounded like a wail.
“Is everything alright Blaine?” Blaine cried out a no.
“No matter what I do! It won’t stay in!” Kurt laughed hysterically.
“It’s not going to honey.”
“So you mean I’m going to have to put on my jeans with it…”
“Exactly.”
“God! Kuuuurt!” Blaine yanked up his pants and stormed out of the dressing room, stuffing his boxers in the empty bag before anyone could see.
“Fuck Blaine, having you in those jeans, with nothing but a bit of lace between your cock and the zipper…” Blaine turned away when Kurt tried to kiss him.
“Don’t even. You’re trying to make it seem not as bad. It’s awful. Humiliating. And that damn string is digging so deep into my-“ Kurt shut him up with a quick kiss.
“Let’s wait for them outside.”
…
The rest of the glee club found the two boys sitting on a nearby couch outside the store, in a seemingly innocent position. Kurt was seated between Blaine’s legs, Blaine’s knees in the air, Kurt’s arms around Blaine’s legs, hands rubbing his knees, as Blaine massaged Kurt’s shoulders. It looked slightly strange, but not dirty. Little did they know that this was turning Blaine on beyond measure, Kurt trying not to smirk as he felt that telltale poking at his back.
“Blaine…” Kurt asked the boy, as he saw their friends approaching, “Do we need to stop?” Blaine shook his head, letting out a broken sigh.
“Fuck no. Never.” Kurt waved his friends over, and they sat down in the nearby chairs and sofas. They looked at them a little weirdly, but shrugged it off. Weird, was just how they’d been acting all day.
“I think you’re enjoying this.” Kurt peeked back at Blaine, whose eyes were blown out in lust, his lip caught between his teeth.
“No shit.” Kurt giggled, and shifted backwards ever so slightly, enjoying the moan that tumbled from Blaine’s throat. Blaine was not one to hold back, whether in the throes of passion, or simply kissing in Blaine’s dorm. Kurt knew this all too well, and milked it for all it was worth.
“You swear a lot when you’re horny Blaine.” Blaine frowned, and was about to retort, when Kurt slid all the way into Blaine, his ass puzzling in between Blaine’s open legs. The movement had Blaine’s heart and thoughts racing. But his coherency left with the sudden rush of blood to his crotch, and all he could manage so say was,
“Unghhhhh…” Kurt smiled smugly, pleased with himself.
“Oh, what was that honey?” Kurt twisted into Blaine as he turned to look at him.
“Fuuuu…” Kurt bit back a laugh, and leaned in to whisper to Blaine.
“Give up yet?” Blaine didn’t have time to answer, when Rachel came up to the two of them.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re going to get ice cream!” Blaine would have been worried about standing up, but for the fact that Rachel’s voice was the biggest boner kill in history. She was a fantastic singer and all, but when she spoke…
“Oh! Alright. Ice cream sounds fantastic.” Kurt pouted as Blaine got out from around him, missing his warmth. And also, stupid Rachel, Blaine had been about to cave.
…
All the glee clubbers got their ice cream, and returned to sitting in that same rest area. The two boys sat side by side, Kurt daintily sipped at his smoothie, as Blaine ate his vanilla swirl cone. But of course, the boy couldn’t eat the treat like a normal person. No, he had to go and be all inappropriate about it.
“Kurt, you want some?” Blaine held out the ice cream to Kurt, who held up a hand.
“No. You can enjoy it.”
“I will.” Blaine punctuated the sentence with a loooooong lick up the ice cream, and a raise of his eyebrows.
“Oh, so you’re trying to turn me on with the way you eat ice cream? That’s so overdone Blaine.” Blaine shrugged. He broke up his response with tastes of his ice cream.
“But,” Lick. “It,” Swirl. “Works.” Blaine smiled innocently.
“N-not really.” Kurt stammered. Blaine nodded skeptically.
“Mhmm. Sure.” Blaine went back to his ice cream, licking, and swirling his tongue sinfully, every so often catching Kurt’s eye and flicking his tongue across the top. He savored the taste with filthy moans and humming sounds.
“Blaine! Stop it!” Blaine smirked.
“Why? Because someone might see? Let them. It’s more fun when there’s a chance you might get caught.” Kurt knew that Blaine wasn’t talking about the ice cream at all.
“Don’t… don’t say things like that. Blaine, really.”
“What? It’s just so much better, there’s a rush, when you could be found. Makes everything feel so much more intense, and you’re hurrying to finish so you don’t get in trouble.” Kurt blushed, hating that he had such a clear memory.
“Ok, don’t even pretend like you’re talking about the ice cream.”
“Whatever else would I be talking about? Hmm?” Blaine noticed that some ice cream had dripped onto his hand, and cleaned it off with his mouth, staring into Kurt’s eyes, his own smoldering.
“Blaine…” Blaine continued to eat his ice cream. Kurt couldn’t tear his eyes away, every little noise he made, the darting of his pink pink tongue past his beautiful lips. The way he would lick up ice cream that stained the corners of his mouth. It was all way hotter than it should have been. Kurt was thankful for the coldness of his drink, for when he drank it fast enough it gave him distracting brain freezes. After a while, Blaine was done with his ice cream though, thank god. He got up to throw away the wrapper and Kurt’s smoothie cup, before sitting back down, frowning.
“Kurt.”
“Y-yes Blaine.” Kurt was still trying to regain control of his breathing.
“This thing… fucking itches.” Kurt burst out laughing.
“Awww. I’m sorry. But you have to keep wearing it. The only one allowed to remove it is me.” Blaine sighed, and scooted in towards Kurt, who turned to the side, having Blaine sit between his legs this time. Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine, pulling him closer. As Kurt looked down, he noticed a small string of red peeking out above the back of Blaine’s jeans, where his shirt rode up. Kurt thought it was adorable, since Blaine had no idea. He really couldn’t help himself.
“What are you doing…?” Blaine asked, as Kurt’s unoccupied hand ran down his back. He squirmed, since it tickled. Kurt’s hands were cold, and he jumped a little as they brushed his bare skin. Out of seemingly nowhere, there was a sudden burning in his ass, and he felt like he was about to be sliced in half.
“KURT!” Blaine yelped, as he twisted around to look at the boy, feeling, but unable to see the bit of material in Kurt’s hand, which he had yanked on to give Blaine a wedgie. Kurt couldn’t help his laughing. Blaine whimpered.
“Ow ow owwwwwww. That really hurt Kurt. Why would you even…?”
“Because it was there, and I couldn’t resist.
“You love to torture me.”
“I can do whatever I like with you. You’re mine.” Blaine whimpered again, hating that since he ever the submissive, Kurt’s words turned him on.
“I-I…”
“I love this thing. I love you in it. I’m sorry for hurting you. I hope I didn’t damage you for later.” Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck as he rubbed soothingly at Blaine’s bare lower back with his finger.
“What’s later?”
“That thing. You know…”
“Oh. Y-yeah. That thing.” Blaine swallowed.
“Are you excited?” Blaine blushed, and was about to answer, when Finn came up behind the two of them.
“Excited? About what?” The two boys looked up at him, mortified, and shifted to hide evidence of Blaine wearing skimpy lingerie.
“N-nothing!” Kurt blurted.
“Okay… well, everyone decided that you guys should get to decide where we go next. Kurt thought for a moment, before his face lit up with a devious grin.
“Let’s go… to the Gap.”
…
“It’s right here!” Kurt squealed happily. Tina looked at him, smiling in disbelief.
“Kurt Hummel, excited to go to the Gap?” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on, don’t act so surprised. It’s like, Blaine’s favorite store.” Blaine however, was standing stonefaced, with his arms crossed.
“Okay Kurt, this is so not cute.” Kurt whirled around to face the boy, taking a step into his personal space.
“Cute, is not what I’m going for.” Blaine blinked a little, but didn’t react.
“Whatever it is, I don’t like it. I don’t want to go.” Kurt shook his head in concern.
“What’s wrong Blaine? What do you think we should do?” Kurt took a fraction of a step, and closed the gap between them, slipping his arm around Blaine’s waist, and using his other hand to tilt Blaine’s chin up.
“I-I-I uh, uhm…” Blaine stammered as Kurt’s lips drew closer and closer, capturing his own in a deep kiss that made him swoon, and take a step backward, his arms uncrossing to fall to his sides. Blaine’s fingers twitched as Kurt only deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the slick flesh of Blaine’s inner lower lip. He moaned at the sensation, and instantly Kurt was off him, not touching him at all.
“So, where are we going?” Kurt demanded.
“I, uh, let’s go to the Gap.” Most of the Glee clubbers who had been watching awkwardly (the boys) or intently (the girls) laughed. When the boys had entered the store, Santana stayed behind to talk to Puck.
“He’s whipped.” Puck said, as if that answered it all.
“Well, that was one hot kiss.” Santana admitted.
“My bet’s on Kurt.”
“Nah, did you see Blaine? He could barely contain himself.”
“But he’s the bottom.” Santana blinked and looked at Puck.
“Wh-what? No way. How would you even know that?” He shrugged.
“Finn and Kurt live together, and Blaine is over a lot. They forgot to close the door.”
“How is that even…?”
“They’re insatiable sex sharks. Have you seen them? All day today just…”
“Right? But I still think that Blaine will lose it first. He’s been limping around all day with a semi.” Puck couldn’t disprove that. If he did, it would have meant he was looking. Guys did not check out other guys’ packages.
“Well, Kurt’s been the one to kiss Blaine most of the time. And to touch him first.”
“Yeah, to drive him crazy.”
“Fine then, Santana. We’ll make a bet. If I win… you have to kiss Brittany. In front of me, in the store.” Santana’s face lit up, and she had to force it back into a glare, as if she was upset about this, as if her kissing Brittany, was something she didn’t want to happen.
“Okay, and you’ll kiss Sam.” Puck was about to complain, but then decided that would be admitting defeat.
“Alright. It’s a bet. One of them… I mean Kurt… has to give in sometime soon.”
“Oh we’ll see about that.” Santana made sure to put a competitive edge to her voice before turning around and walking into the store. She had to find a way to make sure she lost this bet.
…
“Okay, so the guys stay here. You, come with me.” Santana motioned to the two boys holding hands. They walked over to her, but she put a hand up. “Kurt, you stay back with the others. I just need Blaine.” Blaine’s expression turned slightly worried, as he wasn’t completely comfortable around the girl Kurt had warned him didn’t take no for an answer.
“I uh… Santana. If you haven’t noticed, Kurt and I are currently in a very satisfying relationship, and I am very much gay.” Santana shook her head.
“Not for that. Believe me you’re… not my type. I’m not going to jump you.” Blaine for some reason felt like he could trust her, and waved away Kurt.
“Okay…” he trailed off.
“When I’m done with you though, Kurt might. I’m going to make sure he’s the one to lose control over you. You’ll win, I’ll make sure of it.” Blaine spluttered.
“I-I… what? How did you even… Why?”
“Does it matter? Let’s just say, I’m getting my own little somethin’ somethin’ if Kurt goes insane with lust for you. Now… do you want my help, or not?” Blaine nodded slowly, sure that Santana’s aid probably wouldn’t hurt.
“Awesome, now come with me.”
…
“Why are we in the girls section of the store?” Blaine asked, as he stood next to Santana who was pawing through racks and displays.
“Could you just shut up for one moment? Trust me, okay. This’ll work.”
“Are you going to make me wear something embarrassing?” Santana gave him a sly grin.
“It would be worth it if it worked right?”
“I guess…”
“Then I guess, you’ll go in to the fitting room then, and put this on. No complaining! I know it’ll fit you.” Blaine wasn’t exactly sure what the item of clothing was, but he took it from Santana anyways, and headed over to the fitting room.
“Are you sure about this? That it’ll work? Or are you just playing a prank on me.” Blaine was afraid it might be an introduction ritual into their group of friends. He wouldn’t put it past them, Kurt had told him about some pretty crazy stuff the Glee club had done in the past couple of years.
“Well, you’re just going to have to find out aren’t you? Oh! And take your shoes off. They’ll look weird otherwise.” Blaine sighed, having no idea what he was getting himself into.
…
“Really Santana!” Blaine cried out from inside the dressing room. The girl giggled.
“So, how does it feel?”
“Um… breezy? It’s so short! How do girls stand them? God. You’re so pranking me.”
“I’m not, I swear I’m not. After getting enough alcohol into Kurt and depriving him of sleep, you learn things at slumber parties, especially during truth or dare. Let’s just say, I’m one hundred and ten percent sure he wont be able to resist you.” Blaine looked at himself in the mirror, and looked at himself from all angles, feeling odd, but admitting that it did fit him well. Still, it was insane.
“There’s no way I’m walking through the store like this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go get him.” Santana raced over to the other side of the store, and told Kurt where Blaine was waiting for him.
“He has a… surprise for you.” Kurt smirked. He knew it, Blaine caved. Santana shooed the boy, and admitted defeat to Puck.
“I couldn’t stop him! It’s so unfair. Using Kurt’s weaknesses against him.” Puck crossed his arms.
“Well well well. I believe that you need to pay up Santana!” Santana pouted.
“Just a quick one okay?” Puck shook his head.
“No way. Not some pussy grandma kiss. A real kiss. With tongue.” Santana bit her lip, trying to make it seem like it was from apprehension, and not eager anticipation. She found Brittany and waved her over.
“Uh Britt Britt? I have something to ask you.” Santana explained that she had lost a bet and had to kiss her because of it. Brittany frowned.
“That doesn’t make any sense though. I mean, wouldn’t you actually want-?” Santana cut her off by tiptoeing up to kiss her, the blonde instantly responding. Puck just sat back and enjoyed himself for a few moments before he started coughing. The kiss had passed the minute mark, and it was getting a bit uncomfortable because Puck had to remember that these were his friends, who were supposedly just friends, and it was getting a bit strange.
“San… Britt? Um, I’ll just leave you two alone…” Puck slunk off to go talk to Quinn. A moment later, Santana broke the kiss. Brittany spoke.
“Even though you lost that bet, I think I won.” Santana leaned in to hug the girl.
“Aw! You are so sweet.” Brittany beamed.
“You are too! You taste just like strawberry ice cream.” Santana giggled.
Part 2: slashanddash.livejournal.com/3550.html