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Author: Rachel
Title: Glowing in the Dark (16/20)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4995~
Warnings: *points to rating*
Summary: Sight is a funny thing. It's taken for granted so much of the time, and people never realize how much they rely on it until it's gone. At least, Blaine knew that was true for him.
Author's Note: Title taken from the song Charlie Brown by Coldplay. And many, many thanks to Cass for being an amazing cheerleader for me.
[Previous]
Days filled easily with school work and a newfound focus on piano. Being into the second half of the semester meant that it was all piling on, and Blaine was glad that he had a good handle on his classes otherwise he might get seriously behind. He met with Dr. Salido once a week to go over what he had been working on. Thankfully leaning the Braille had sunk in quickly and he had moved on to actual pieces. It still wasn’t easy or fast, but he was getting there. She seemed pleased, at least, and so was he.
She’d mentioned briefly, fleetingly, that if he was considering switching majors (“no pressure, of course I’m not trying to push you into something you don’t want to do, I’m just putting this out there in case you do want to…”) that he could audition at the end of the semester. It was either that or wait until spring, when all the normal auditions were. Either way, he was hesitant to consider the possibility. As much as he wanted to, and he was feeling better about it all since starting to work with her, there was still the issue of his dad.
There was nothing wrong with working like he was going to, though. It was an opportunity to push himself. It’s not like he couldn’t audition with any of the pieces he knew already, even Dr. Salido had said that, but it was a good idea to get as good as he could with working on new pieces. That way he would know his limitations, should there be any. He figured he knew the biggest one already, and it wasn’t like there was any way for that to change.
Santana had stayed stubborn on the Brittany front, even though she did invite her to the Halloween party. She barely spoke a word about her, didn’t mention Blaine’s idea again of doing something for her. That was the thing about Santana that he’d learned so early on after starting to live with her. She could shut herself down faster than anything else, and that left no hope for anyone trying to get in.
Blaine hadn’t known that she had invited Brittany until they were out getting his costume, a venture that made him doubly glad he hadn’t told Santana what it was up front because she’d said that if he had, she would have gotten him the stripper version so he could just rip it off as the night went on. That was exactly why he’d waited to tell her until they were at the store in the first place. He’d wanted an actual costume, not a tear-away one.
By the night of the party, Blaine had been assured that it wasn’t going to be as bad as the start of the semester one. At least, that was what Santana told him over and over. There were plenty of Halloween parties going on, people were probably going to be in and out, and who knew who all would show up. All Blaine knew for sure was that there was no way in hell he was going to let Brittany make him any drinks, if she showed up at all, and he definitely wasn’t going to drink as much as he had before.
The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the party prior, though he seriously doubted that would happen even if he did get drunk. He wasn’t about to take the chance, even though he knew he had Kurt and if there was anyone there who knew how to deal with his moments of paranoia and completely frustrating anxiety - it was Kurt. So he hid out in the kitchen as people started to arrive, sipping at the drink Santana had made him, and waiting.
***
It had taken Kurt a lot longer to get ready than he’d thought. Part of him was glad that he hadn’t offered to come and help set up because even though Santana had been less horrendous, he didn’t want to chance it. He was even gladder about it once he was headed to the house, because there would have been no way for him to get ready in time if he’d helped.
He was always someone who appreciated the details, which is why it had taken him so long. His hair had to be perfect, makeup perfect, and costume just so before he found himself fit to head to the party. Unfortunately his roommate had been there the entire time he’d been getting ready and that had led to some great conversation.
“Wait, I thought your boyfriend was blind.”
“…he is.”
“So why are you bothering with all that? I mean, couldn’t you just not even bother and he wouldn’t notice?”
“Finn. Just… shut up.”
“I just don’t get why you’re going to all the trouble if he isn’t going to see it anyway.”
“It’s such a mystery why you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Hey, I’m just saying that if I did and she couldn’t see me, I’d wear sweatpants every day.”
“…you already wear sweatpants every day.”
“You know what I mean.”
Kurt really didn’t. Then again, that was why he was headed to party completely decked out and Finn was staying at the dorm playing Call of Duty all night. Kurt had invited him along, but he’d already made plans with his gamer friends. He’d driven, really not wanting to make the walk in his costume. It may have been Halloween, but that didn’t matter, it was easier just to drive the few blocks and park a few houses down. Plus he had a bag with a change of clothes and his shower things - because no way was he going to bed without taking a shower first.
As he crossed the spookily decorated - well there were cobwebs everywhere, at least - porch and into the house, he stopped just across the threshold. There were people swarmed in the living room, furniture pushed to the walls to make room, bass thumping and bodies moving, taking up the whole floor.
That wasn’t what made him stop though - it was Blaine. He was just leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, a red solo cup clutched in his hands, and looking just… devastatingly handsome. It really was unfair for him to be in a police uniform and Kurt had to hand it to him, he pulled it off far too well. Especially with how the shirt seemed to be the tiniest bit too small and that just meant it fit him perfectly snug. The aviators were an added touch that he was almost certain he would have to thank Santana for, considering how Blaine avoided sunglasses on a normal day. His hat was just the slightest bit off kilter and Kurt was torn between wanting to fix it and wanting to knock it off completely before kissing him.
Either way, he made his way through the crowd and to the kitchen, grabbing onto Blaine’s arm and tugging him in with him, slightly away from the deafening blast of music. It was amazing the difference it made to have a wall between them and the living room, as opposed to being in the doorway.
***
Blaine startled when he felt someone’s hand on his arm, but he knew it was Kurt. There was no mistaking his hand, his fingers, the strong but gentle way he steered him back into the kitchen. He’d been on his second drink but it was mostly gone, and he set the cup down on the counter so he could hug him in greeting. He didn’t let go right away, taking in the tight leather that was clinging to his boyfriend’s body, and the fact that his cheek had been pressed against the bare skin of his chest, and his brow furrowed as he pulled back. His hands didn’t leave Kurt’s waist, fingers skimming down his sides.
“Kurt… what are you?”
“Ziggy Stardust.” Blaine managed to keep his jaw from dropping, though he wasn’t exactly sure how he managed. He wasn’t exactly the biggest aficionado of David Bowie but he was well aware that Ziggy Stardust meant a leather jumpsuit. On his boyfriend. He could pretty much blame the alcohol on the next words out of his mouth, though it was entirely Kurt’s fault that he was thinking them in the first place.
“That’s… I’m sure that has to be illegal. I’m putting you under arrest. I have handcuffs around here somewhere. And, um, the prison is my room.”
“Blaine Anderson.”
“Officer Anderson to you!”
“Save the role playing for later, boys, this isn’t the time or place,” Santana said as she walked past them. Blaine ducked his head away and he blushed, suddenly very aware of what he had been saying and implying.
“Santana, it’s Halloween, you were supposed to dress up,” Kurt commented, and Santana snorted lightly.
“So were you, but I wasn’t going to mention anything,” she shot back, grabbing the drink she’d made and heading back out into the throng.
“I think she did that just for you,” Blaine said, his arms resting around Kurt’s waist.
“Hm?”
“She was going to be a belly dancer, and then when we went to get my costume she saw that devil one and decided to change hers,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Which I think was for your benefit.”
“Well it does suit her quite well,” Kurt said before ducking his head down and pressing a firm kiss against Blaine’s lips. “You, however, look incredible, Officer Anderson.”
“As do you.” Blaine didn’t have to be able to see him to know that, this was Kurt after all. Kurt who probably looked amazing every day of the week but there he was covered in leather. “Please tell me there’s a lightning bolt on your face.”
“Blaine, please,” Kurt scoffed. “Like I would do this halfway.” Blaine grinned, tugging him in closer and wow, his costume really didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Like he’d said - it had to be illegal. “Did you do any of this food stuff?”
“Huh?” Blaine’s head tilted up, cocking to the side. “Oh, no. I did very little of any of this.” He pulled his arm back so he could wave his arm around, signifying all the decorations. “Apparently Santana really likes Halloween. She specifically mentioned that she loves when food looks creepy enough that people aren’t sure if they want to eat it. I’m assuming there’s some of that going on.”
“There really, really is,” Kurt said, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “I’m going to get a drink though, I think. Unless you’re going to arrest me for drinking underage.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to spend the whole night trying to arrest you, as soon as I remember where my handcuffs are.” Kurt pulled away to get himself a drink and Blaine just leaned back against the counter, waiting. “I think I might have left then with my K-9 unit.”
“Oh my God, did you dress up Roscoe?”
“Not really. I mean, he’s already dressed up enough for that. Cause… German Shepard and all. He was out here with me to add to my outfit until people started showing up, so I put him back in my room.” Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. Kurt finished his drink quickly and slipped their hands together.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
There was no way Blaine was going to put up a fight about that. It was all harkening back to that first party, except that time he was much more clear headed and less nervous. They made their way into the living room and immediately drew together, arms slipping around and holding each other close as they swayed with the music. Once again it felt like there wasn’t anyone in the room but him and Kurt, despite the heat and sweat of bodies around them.
It was so different than it had been before. They knew each other, were comfortable with each other, the slide of hands along fabric and brush of lips against skin. There was no anxiety of what was happening or about to happen, and definitely no running away. They just moved together, the two of them and no one else, until the night grew long and people started to leave.
Kurt excused himself long enough to go out to his car for a minute and Blaine waited out on the porch for him, taking in the crisp night air. It was a welcome change from the hot, heavy air that had been hanging around them in the living room for hours. He really did love fall. October was probably one of his favorite months, the way it usually served as the perfect fall weather month - all cool air and crunchy leaves. His took in several deep breaths of the night air as Kurt came back up the walk, grabbing onto the front of Blaine’s shirt and tugging him lightly toward the door.
“Is it alright if I take a shower?” Kurt asked, his hand dropping down to take Blaine’s as they moved back into the house and through the sparsely populated living room. “I just really don’t want to get my lightning bolt all over your pillows, and there is so much product in my hair…”
“No, that’s fine,” Blaine said, nodding. “I need to take one too, get out all this.” He took off his hat and gestured up to his hair. There was a pause, the both of them stopping as they got to Blaine’s room, and he thought they might be thinking the same thing.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t done things. After that first night, the night after the symphony, it was like the door was open. It was always with careful touches, permissions being asked both through words and gestures, and slowly but surely they opened themselves to each other more. Blaine was certain he’d never forget the first time he’d felt Kurt’s hands on him, nothing but skin against skin, and how it felt like electricity had been coursing through his body.
There were still many, many things they hadn’t touched upon, and that was what had stopped them both in their tracks as they stood at the crossroads - whether they should both head toward the bathroom or split paths. It was like a silent conversation, the way they both just stood unwavering. Thankfully it was Kurt who broke the silence, because Blaine wasn’t sure if he’d actually be able to say anything.
“Well, I won’t look if you don’t.”
Blaine blushed, but nodded, and they moved their way into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. He took his shoes off, feeling Kurt doing the same next to him, and he set down his hat and sunglasses as well before Kurt’s hands gently took his to stop him from going any further. His head tilted up, brow furrowed, but Kurt just leaned down and kissed him tenderly, slowly releasing his grip on his wrists so he could move his fingers to the buttons of Blaine’s shirt and start undoing them.
That was something Blaine would never get used to, in the best possible way. His hands moved to Kurt’s waist, a soft sound making its way from the back of his throat as his fingertips skimmed along the tight leather fabric. He couldn’t imagine being in that all night, the heat and sweat and dancing and wow, Kurt felt really hot all pressed up against him. His fingers fumbled as they found the zipper on the front of Kurt, easily dragging it down and letting his fingertips run up over his chest.
He slipped his shirt off, tugging up his undershirt too before letting his hands move back to Kurt, but his boyfriend was peeling himself out of his outfit. “Kurt, how did you… get in that?”
“Very carefully,” Kurt said with a soft laugh, and Blaine let his hands drift along his sides. He was sweaty, but so was Blaine, and that was why they were where they were, he supposed. Well that and all the hair product. Kurt’s hands moved to the waistband of Blaine’s pants, and it was incredible how the brush of his fingertips against his stomach still made Blaine shiver. He pulled him in for a kiss, tongue swiping over his lips before he pulled back. “I’ll get the water started.”
Blaine nodded, leaning back against the door for a moment as Kurt moved away, and the water started running in the shower a couple seconds later. He took the opportunity to shed off his pants and boxers, feeling vaguely exposed but not terribly vulnerable because this was Kurt. And he’d said he wouldn’t look after all - though it wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t seen before.
“Let me know if it’s too hot,” Kurt murmured as Blaine moved in closer, carefully stepping into the shower and in under the steady stream of water. It wasn’t, it was perfect, and he tilted his head back to get all his hair drenched. Kurt slipped in, pulling the curtain shut around them. He reached up past Blaine, and there was a soft click, and then the feeling of Kurt working shampoo into Blaine’s hair with gentle, scratching fingers.
“Mmrph.” Blaine whimpered quietly, his head lolling underneath Kurt’s hands. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone washed his hair for him, except maybe the last time he’d gone to get it cut but even then he couldn’t remember it feeling that amazing. His entire body seemed to relax from that first touch, and he let Kurt guide him back under the water to rinse the suds out, fingers stroking through his hair to get it all. He reached his hands out to Kurt to steady himself, thumbs rubbing absently against his hipbones.
Kurt leaned in, pressing kisses against his neck and lightly sucking off the lingering drops of water, before reaching up for the conditioner and repeating what he’d been doing before. It felt so… intimate, just standing there and letting Kurt wash his hair. Blaine wanted to return the gesture, but a big part of him was concerned that he’d accidentally poke him in the eye or something. It was a genuine concern. He waited until Kurt was done, all the conditioner rinsed out and kisses being trailed along his jaw, before humming quietly and tugging at his hips to pull him in under the water. “Your turn.”
“Mmmhang on,” Kurt mumbled as Blaine started to reach back for the shampoo. He pulled away, ducking down, and then pressed a bottle into his hands. Of course he’d brought his own. Blaine stepped out from under the water, pouring some into his hands before very carefully reaching up and starting to work it into his boyfriend’s hair. It didn’t always hit him, the height difference between them, but it really did just then. Kurt tilted his head back, rinsing it under the water, and Blaine’s fingers trailed through it over and over to get rid of any lasting suds.
The conditioner quickly followed, Kurt grabbing that up off the floor of the shower from where he’d left his things. There were a few minutes of lingering kisses, because Kurt insisted on leaving it in for a while, but Blaine wasn’t about to complain. Not when he could lean up and kiss him, tasting the faint aftertaste of alcohol on his tongue. It was another moment he was glad that he’d decided not to drink too much again because he doubted he would have been upright in the shower if that were the case.
Once his hair was all rinsed, Kurt apparently decided he wanted more, and once again, Blaine wasn’t going to complain. He grabbed Blaine’s hips and pulled them flush together with his own, arms twining around his waist and holding him in close. Blaine groaned softly at the feeling of hard cocks pressed in against hips, water still running down their chests and in between them. Kurt’s mouth captured his again, hard and a little rough, as Blaine rolled his hips in, his hands moving up to grip onto Kurt’s arms and steady himself.
It was the slick slide of skin against skin, and he felt the muscles in Kurt’s arm shift beneath his hand as he reached an arm between them and wrapped his long fingers around both of their erections, holding them together as their hips rocked together. It wasn’t exactly perfect, considering that Blaine would have had to stand on his tiptoes for them to line up just right, but it was still enough to send sparks shooting through him. Kurt moaned into his mouth, tugging harshly on his lower lip before pulling away and starting to suck open mouthed kisses all along Blaine’s jaw and throat.
Kurt didn’t always get like that, all possessive and with the occasional soft growl in the back of his throat, but sometimes he did. And man, did Blaine think it was incredibly hot when he did. He tilted his head to the side to make it easier for him, and choked back a gasp when Kurt lapped lightly at his Adam’s apple before mouthing at it. Maybe, just maybe, he should wear that police officer’s costume more often, if that was what was going to happen afterward.
His hands shifted up to Kurt’s shoulders, the back of his neck, as his kisses trailed lower, down over his collarbone and chest and he gave a soft whine as Kurt’s hand moved away from his cock but then his lips were against his hipbone and Blaine’s hips jerked back in surprise. They’d gotten kind of close to that point before, except he’d stopped Kurt when his kisses had drifted down to his bellybutton - not because he didn’t want, because he really did, but because quite honestly he had been a little shy about the prospect.
Except Kurt was kneeling there in his shower and gently tugging his hips closer again, quiet pleas being murmured against his skin, and the last thing Blaine wanted to do was think. He braced his hand against the shower wall as Kurt’s teeth grazed against his hip, kisses trailing down and down and Blaine’s knees just about gave out.
Kurt’s name fell from his lips in a breathy moan as he slowly pressed light kisses up his length, pausing a brief second when he got to the tip. Blaine’s breath caught in his throat, and then broke free with a groan as Kurt licked a wide stripe up the underside of his cock before sinking his mouth down over it.
“Oh s-shit,” Blaine half-stammered half-moaned, breaking off to bite his lip hard. Kurt moved back fast, and that soft popping sound that happened when he pulled off him was not helping matters. He could feel himself flushing, but he could always try to blame that on the steam of the shower. Except there was no way that would ever get by.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before,” Kurt said, his voice low as his hand stroked over him, slow and steady. Blaine tried to respond, but all words failed him as Kurt took him back into his mouth. His tongue pressed up, caressing against him as his head bobbed, and Blaine’s free hand found its way into his hair, fingers threading in and just staying there.
It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before - the wet heat of Kurt’s mouth so tight around him. His fingers tensed against the tile of the shower wall, as if trying to grip onto it even though he knew that wasn’t possible. Kurt just took him in further with each movement, keeping his hand gripped around the base of his cock, and he moaned around him. That made Blaine’s toes curl.
Kurt pulled back almost all the way, keeping his head in his mouth and sucking on it as his tongue traced around before dipping into the slit. Blaine’s fingers tightened in his hair as he hissed out a breath, feeling the familiar tension building up inside him, gathering low in his belly, warm and threatening. He managed to choke out Kurt’s name in some semblance of warning, but that didn’t stop his boyfriend from sinking back down, cheeks hollowed out and dragging against him - a few long drags of his tongue later and Blaine came with a cry.
His body shuddered as Kurt swallowed around him, his hand braced against the wall but not providing much help. Kurt’s hands were on his hips, keeping him from swaying, and Blaine gave a quiet whimper when he felt Kurt pull back, his mouth leaving him. He slowly became of aware of the water still pounding against his back. His hand shifted down from Kurt’s hair, cupping the back of his neck and drawing him up to his feet.
“Kurt,” he murmured, his heart thudding so hard against his ribcage as he pressed kisses against his jaw. Pulling his hand back from the wall, he slid it down between them and wrapped it around his boyfriend’s cock. Kurt let out a moan at the contact, pressing into his loose fist and clutching an arm around his waist. “Do you want…?”
“Not if you don’t,” Kurt responded quickly, resting his forehead against Blaine’s shoulder and nipping at his skin. Blaine hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to - he did. There was just the lingering thought of what if he wasn’t good at it? What if he was really bad at it? What if Kurt didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like it? So many ‘what ifs’ that immediately started to eat away at him like normal. It was Kurt, though. Kurt who was pressing kisses against the crook of his neck and thrusting shallowly into his hand, no pretense or expectation.
Wiggling loose of his hold, he turned them so Kurt’s back was up against the water. He carefully shifted down to kneel, his hands running up the sides of the long legs in front of him, thumbs rubbing against the crease of his hips. Taking in a deep breath, he leaned in and pressed a kiss against the coarse hair of Kurt’s groin, feeling his cock nudging against his cheek. He turned his head, brushing a kiss against it almost experimentally. Then another. Kurt whined from above him, and Blaine tried to not psyche himself out as he mouthed along his length, working his way up to the tip. He pressed a kiss against it, and succeeded in smearing his lips with precome.
Oh. He tilted his head back for a moment, licking his lips without really thinking about it, taking in the taste. It was different than he’d been expecting, but definitely not in a bad way. Quite honestly, he wasn’t even sure what he’d thought it would be like. Kurt’s fingers found their way into his hair and that took him back to the moment, made him remember that he was there with his boyfriend’s cock right in front of his face. He gently wrapped his hand around the base and leaned in, hesitantly taking it into his mouth.
That was different than he’d been expecting too, but he tried not to think too much. Blaine just focused on remembering what he’d liked when Kurt had been doing it - besides everything - and try to do those things. He loved the weight of him on his tongue, though, and the little breathy sounds Kurt was making that were so different than anything he’d sounded like before. And then there was the way he moaned when Blaine ran his tongue over the head of his cock, and God Blaine wanted to make him sound like that over and over again.
He worked his hand in tandem with his mouth, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to take all of him, and he really didn’t want to choke or gag or anything embarrassing like that. Kurt’s fingers tightened, twisting into his hair, and that made Blaine groan. Kurt choked out his name, which only succeeded in spurring him on to do more. He hummed softly, his free hand moving to grab onto his hip as he felt him start to tremble.
“BlaineBlaineBlaine,” Kurt gasped, his fingers moving down to scrabble at the back of his neck, his shoulders, and Blaine just hollowed out his cheeks a little and sucked even harder until he felt the hot pulse of Kurt coming in his mouth. He swallowed without even really thinking about it, tongue smoothing over him a few more seconds before he pulled back, pressing a kiss against his hip.
Kurt grabbed onto his arms and hauled him up to his feet, kissing him hard and licking his way into his mouth. The taste of both of them mixed on their tongues, and Blaine whimpered, hands coming up to wrap around his neck. They clung together, kisses slowing until they were both just standing under the water, trying to catch their breath. It was quickly turning lukewarm, and they parted long enough to clean off the rest of the way before it went completely cold.
Towel dried and with still slightly damp hair, they gathered their clothes and crept back to Blaine’s room, each tugging on boxers before tumbling into bed. That boneless and sated feeling took a while to wear off, and Blaine was honestly shocked he’d been able to stay on his feet that long all things considered. He fell asleep with Kurt draped over him, face buried against his neck and breath playing across his skin, covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as the heat from each other’s skin was more than enough to keep them warm.
[ Next]
Title: Glowing in the Dark (16/20)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4995~
Warnings: *points to rating*
Summary: Sight is a funny thing. It's taken for granted so much of the time, and people never realize how much they rely on it until it's gone. At least, Blaine knew that was true for him.
Author's Note: Title taken from the song Charlie Brown by Coldplay. And many, many thanks to Cass for being an amazing cheerleader for me.
[Previous]
Days filled easily with school work and a newfound focus on piano. Being into the second half of the semester meant that it was all piling on, and Blaine was glad that he had a good handle on his classes otherwise he might get seriously behind. He met with Dr. Salido once a week to go over what he had been working on. Thankfully leaning the Braille had sunk in quickly and he had moved on to actual pieces. It still wasn’t easy or fast, but he was getting there. She seemed pleased, at least, and so was he.
She’d mentioned briefly, fleetingly, that if he was considering switching majors (“no pressure, of course I’m not trying to push you into something you don’t want to do, I’m just putting this out there in case you do want to…”) that he could audition at the end of the semester. It was either that or wait until spring, when all the normal auditions were. Either way, he was hesitant to consider the possibility. As much as he wanted to, and he was feeling better about it all since starting to work with her, there was still the issue of his dad.
There was nothing wrong with working like he was going to, though. It was an opportunity to push himself. It’s not like he couldn’t audition with any of the pieces he knew already, even Dr. Salido had said that, but it was a good idea to get as good as he could with working on new pieces. That way he would know his limitations, should there be any. He figured he knew the biggest one already, and it wasn’t like there was any way for that to change.
Santana had stayed stubborn on the Brittany front, even though she did invite her to the Halloween party. She barely spoke a word about her, didn’t mention Blaine’s idea again of doing something for her. That was the thing about Santana that he’d learned so early on after starting to live with her. She could shut herself down faster than anything else, and that left no hope for anyone trying to get in.
Blaine hadn’t known that she had invited Brittany until they were out getting his costume, a venture that made him doubly glad he hadn’t told Santana what it was up front because she’d said that if he had, she would have gotten him the stripper version so he could just rip it off as the night went on. That was exactly why he’d waited to tell her until they were at the store in the first place. He’d wanted an actual costume, not a tear-away one.
By the night of the party, Blaine had been assured that it wasn’t going to be as bad as the start of the semester one. At least, that was what Santana told him over and over. There were plenty of Halloween parties going on, people were probably going to be in and out, and who knew who all would show up. All Blaine knew for sure was that there was no way in hell he was going to let Brittany make him any drinks, if she showed up at all, and he definitely wasn’t going to drink as much as he had before.
The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the party prior, though he seriously doubted that would happen even if he did get drunk. He wasn’t about to take the chance, even though he knew he had Kurt and if there was anyone there who knew how to deal with his moments of paranoia and completely frustrating anxiety - it was Kurt. So he hid out in the kitchen as people started to arrive, sipping at the drink Santana had made him, and waiting.
***
It had taken Kurt a lot longer to get ready than he’d thought. Part of him was glad that he hadn’t offered to come and help set up because even though Santana had been less horrendous, he didn’t want to chance it. He was even gladder about it once he was headed to the house, because there would have been no way for him to get ready in time if he’d helped.
He was always someone who appreciated the details, which is why it had taken him so long. His hair had to be perfect, makeup perfect, and costume just so before he found himself fit to head to the party. Unfortunately his roommate had been there the entire time he’d been getting ready and that had led to some great conversation.
“Wait, I thought your boyfriend was blind.”
“…he is.”
“So why are you bothering with all that? I mean, couldn’t you just not even bother and he wouldn’t notice?”
“Finn. Just… shut up.”
“I just don’t get why you’re going to all the trouble if he isn’t going to see it anyway.”
“It’s such a mystery why you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Hey, I’m just saying that if I did and she couldn’t see me, I’d wear sweatpants every day.”
“…you already wear sweatpants every day.”
“You know what I mean.”
Kurt really didn’t. Then again, that was why he was headed to party completely decked out and Finn was staying at the dorm playing Call of Duty all night. Kurt had invited him along, but he’d already made plans with his gamer friends. He’d driven, really not wanting to make the walk in his costume. It may have been Halloween, but that didn’t matter, it was easier just to drive the few blocks and park a few houses down. Plus he had a bag with a change of clothes and his shower things - because no way was he going to bed without taking a shower first.
As he crossed the spookily decorated - well there were cobwebs everywhere, at least - porch and into the house, he stopped just across the threshold. There were people swarmed in the living room, furniture pushed to the walls to make room, bass thumping and bodies moving, taking up the whole floor.
That wasn’t what made him stop though - it was Blaine. He was just leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, a red solo cup clutched in his hands, and looking just… devastatingly handsome. It really was unfair for him to be in a police uniform and Kurt had to hand it to him, he pulled it off far too well. Especially with how the shirt seemed to be the tiniest bit too small and that just meant it fit him perfectly snug. The aviators were an added touch that he was almost certain he would have to thank Santana for, considering how Blaine avoided sunglasses on a normal day. His hat was just the slightest bit off kilter and Kurt was torn between wanting to fix it and wanting to knock it off completely before kissing him.
Either way, he made his way through the crowd and to the kitchen, grabbing onto Blaine’s arm and tugging him in with him, slightly away from the deafening blast of music. It was amazing the difference it made to have a wall between them and the living room, as opposed to being in the doorway.
***
Blaine startled when he felt someone’s hand on his arm, but he knew it was Kurt. There was no mistaking his hand, his fingers, the strong but gentle way he steered him back into the kitchen. He’d been on his second drink but it was mostly gone, and he set the cup down on the counter so he could hug him in greeting. He didn’t let go right away, taking in the tight leather that was clinging to his boyfriend’s body, and the fact that his cheek had been pressed against the bare skin of his chest, and his brow furrowed as he pulled back. His hands didn’t leave Kurt’s waist, fingers skimming down his sides.
“Kurt… what are you?”
“Ziggy Stardust.” Blaine managed to keep his jaw from dropping, though he wasn’t exactly sure how he managed. He wasn’t exactly the biggest aficionado of David Bowie but he was well aware that Ziggy Stardust meant a leather jumpsuit. On his boyfriend. He could pretty much blame the alcohol on the next words out of his mouth, though it was entirely Kurt’s fault that he was thinking them in the first place.
“That’s… I’m sure that has to be illegal. I’m putting you under arrest. I have handcuffs around here somewhere. And, um, the prison is my room.”
“Blaine Anderson.”
“Officer Anderson to you!”
“Save the role playing for later, boys, this isn’t the time or place,” Santana said as she walked past them. Blaine ducked his head away and he blushed, suddenly very aware of what he had been saying and implying.
“Santana, it’s Halloween, you were supposed to dress up,” Kurt commented, and Santana snorted lightly.
“So were you, but I wasn’t going to mention anything,” she shot back, grabbing the drink she’d made and heading back out into the throng.
“I think she did that just for you,” Blaine said, his arms resting around Kurt’s waist.
“Hm?”
“She was going to be a belly dancer, and then when we went to get my costume she saw that devil one and decided to change hers,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Which I think was for your benefit.”
“Well it does suit her quite well,” Kurt said before ducking his head down and pressing a firm kiss against Blaine’s lips. “You, however, look incredible, Officer Anderson.”
“As do you.” Blaine didn’t have to be able to see him to know that, this was Kurt after all. Kurt who probably looked amazing every day of the week but there he was covered in leather. “Please tell me there’s a lightning bolt on your face.”
“Blaine, please,” Kurt scoffed. “Like I would do this halfway.” Blaine grinned, tugging him in closer and wow, his costume really didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Like he’d said - it had to be illegal. “Did you do any of this food stuff?”
“Huh?” Blaine’s head tilted up, cocking to the side. “Oh, no. I did very little of any of this.” He pulled his arm back so he could wave his arm around, signifying all the decorations. “Apparently Santana really likes Halloween. She specifically mentioned that she loves when food looks creepy enough that people aren’t sure if they want to eat it. I’m assuming there’s some of that going on.”
“There really, really is,” Kurt said, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “I’m going to get a drink though, I think. Unless you’re going to arrest me for drinking underage.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to spend the whole night trying to arrest you, as soon as I remember where my handcuffs are.” Kurt pulled away to get himself a drink and Blaine just leaned back against the counter, waiting. “I think I might have left then with my K-9 unit.”
“Oh my God, did you dress up Roscoe?”
“Not really. I mean, he’s already dressed up enough for that. Cause… German Shepard and all. He was out here with me to add to my outfit until people started showing up, so I put him back in my room.” Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. Kurt finished his drink quickly and slipped their hands together.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
There was no way Blaine was going to put up a fight about that. It was all harkening back to that first party, except that time he was much more clear headed and less nervous. They made their way into the living room and immediately drew together, arms slipping around and holding each other close as they swayed with the music. Once again it felt like there wasn’t anyone in the room but him and Kurt, despite the heat and sweat of bodies around them.
It was so different than it had been before. They knew each other, were comfortable with each other, the slide of hands along fabric and brush of lips against skin. There was no anxiety of what was happening or about to happen, and definitely no running away. They just moved together, the two of them and no one else, until the night grew long and people started to leave.
Kurt excused himself long enough to go out to his car for a minute and Blaine waited out on the porch for him, taking in the crisp night air. It was a welcome change from the hot, heavy air that had been hanging around them in the living room for hours. He really did love fall. October was probably one of his favorite months, the way it usually served as the perfect fall weather month - all cool air and crunchy leaves. His took in several deep breaths of the night air as Kurt came back up the walk, grabbing onto the front of Blaine’s shirt and tugging him lightly toward the door.
“Is it alright if I take a shower?” Kurt asked, his hand dropping down to take Blaine’s as they moved back into the house and through the sparsely populated living room. “I just really don’t want to get my lightning bolt all over your pillows, and there is so much product in my hair…”
“No, that’s fine,” Blaine said, nodding. “I need to take one too, get out all this.” He took off his hat and gestured up to his hair. There was a pause, the both of them stopping as they got to Blaine’s room, and he thought they might be thinking the same thing.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t done things. After that first night, the night after the symphony, it was like the door was open. It was always with careful touches, permissions being asked both through words and gestures, and slowly but surely they opened themselves to each other more. Blaine was certain he’d never forget the first time he’d felt Kurt’s hands on him, nothing but skin against skin, and how it felt like electricity had been coursing through his body.
There were still many, many things they hadn’t touched upon, and that was what had stopped them both in their tracks as they stood at the crossroads - whether they should both head toward the bathroom or split paths. It was like a silent conversation, the way they both just stood unwavering. Thankfully it was Kurt who broke the silence, because Blaine wasn’t sure if he’d actually be able to say anything.
“Well, I won’t look if you don’t.”
Blaine blushed, but nodded, and they moved their way into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. He took his shoes off, feeling Kurt doing the same next to him, and he set down his hat and sunglasses as well before Kurt’s hands gently took his to stop him from going any further. His head tilted up, brow furrowed, but Kurt just leaned down and kissed him tenderly, slowly releasing his grip on his wrists so he could move his fingers to the buttons of Blaine’s shirt and start undoing them.
That was something Blaine would never get used to, in the best possible way. His hands moved to Kurt’s waist, a soft sound making its way from the back of his throat as his fingertips skimmed along the tight leather fabric. He couldn’t imagine being in that all night, the heat and sweat and dancing and wow, Kurt felt really hot all pressed up against him. His fingers fumbled as they found the zipper on the front of Kurt, easily dragging it down and letting his fingertips run up over his chest.
He slipped his shirt off, tugging up his undershirt too before letting his hands move back to Kurt, but his boyfriend was peeling himself out of his outfit. “Kurt, how did you… get in that?”
“Very carefully,” Kurt said with a soft laugh, and Blaine let his hands drift along his sides. He was sweaty, but so was Blaine, and that was why they were where they were, he supposed. Well that and all the hair product. Kurt’s hands moved to the waistband of Blaine’s pants, and it was incredible how the brush of his fingertips against his stomach still made Blaine shiver. He pulled him in for a kiss, tongue swiping over his lips before he pulled back. “I’ll get the water started.”
Blaine nodded, leaning back against the door for a moment as Kurt moved away, and the water started running in the shower a couple seconds later. He took the opportunity to shed off his pants and boxers, feeling vaguely exposed but not terribly vulnerable because this was Kurt. And he’d said he wouldn’t look after all - though it wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t seen before.
“Let me know if it’s too hot,” Kurt murmured as Blaine moved in closer, carefully stepping into the shower and in under the steady stream of water. It wasn’t, it was perfect, and he tilted his head back to get all his hair drenched. Kurt slipped in, pulling the curtain shut around them. He reached up past Blaine, and there was a soft click, and then the feeling of Kurt working shampoo into Blaine’s hair with gentle, scratching fingers.
“Mmrph.” Blaine whimpered quietly, his head lolling underneath Kurt’s hands. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone washed his hair for him, except maybe the last time he’d gone to get it cut but even then he couldn’t remember it feeling that amazing. His entire body seemed to relax from that first touch, and he let Kurt guide him back under the water to rinse the suds out, fingers stroking through his hair to get it all. He reached his hands out to Kurt to steady himself, thumbs rubbing absently against his hipbones.
Kurt leaned in, pressing kisses against his neck and lightly sucking off the lingering drops of water, before reaching up for the conditioner and repeating what he’d been doing before. It felt so… intimate, just standing there and letting Kurt wash his hair. Blaine wanted to return the gesture, but a big part of him was concerned that he’d accidentally poke him in the eye or something. It was a genuine concern. He waited until Kurt was done, all the conditioner rinsed out and kisses being trailed along his jaw, before humming quietly and tugging at his hips to pull him in under the water. “Your turn.”
“Mmmhang on,” Kurt mumbled as Blaine started to reach back for the shampoo. He pulled away, ducking down, and then pressed a bottle into his hands. Of course he’d brought his own. Blaine stepped out from under the water, pouring some into his hands before very carefully reaching up and starting to work it into his boyfriend’s hair. It didn’t always hit him, the height difference between them, but it really did just then. Kurt tilted his head back, rinsing it under the water, and Blaine’s fingers trailed through it over and over to get rid of any lasting suds.
The conditioner quickly followed, Kurt grabbing that up off the floor of the shower from where he’d left his things. There were a few minutes of lingering kisses, because Kurt insisted on leaving it in for a while, but Blaine wasn’t about to complain. Not when he could lean up and kiss him, tasting the faint aftertaste of alcohol on his tongue. It was another moment he was glad that he’d decided not to drink too much again because he doubted he would have been upright in the shower if that were the case.
Once his hair was all rinsed, Kurt apparently decided he wanted more, and once again, Blaine wasn’t going to complain. He grabbed Blaine’s hips and pulled them flush together with his own, arms twining around his waist and holding him in close. Blaine groaned softly at the feeling of hard cocks pressed in against hips, water still running down their chests and in between them. Kurt’s mouth captured his again, hard and a little rough, as Blaine rolled his hips in, his hands moving up to grip onto Kurt’s arms and steady himself.
It was the slick slide of skin against skin, and he felt the muscles in Kurt’s arm shift beneath his hand as he reached an arm between them and wrapped his long fingers around both of their erections, holding them together as their hips rocked together. It wasn’t exactly perfect, considering that Blaine would have had to stand on his tiptoes for them to line up just right, but it was still enough to send sparks shooting through him. Kurt moaned into his mouth, tugging harshly on his lower lip before pulling away and starting to suck open mouthed kisses all along Blaine’s jaw and throat.
Kurt didn’t always get like that, all possessive and with the occasional soft growl in the back of his throat, but sometimes he did. And man, did Blaine think it was incredibly hot when he did. He tilted his head to the side to make it easier for him, and choked back a gasp when Kurt lapped lightly at his Adam’s apple before mouthing at it. Maybe, just maybe, he should wear that police officer’s costume more often, if that was what was going to happen afterward.
His hands shifted up to Kurt’s shoulders, the back of his neck, as his kisses trailed lower, down over his collarbone and chest and he gave a soft whine as Kurt’s hand moved away from his cock but then his lips were against his hipbone and Blaine’s hips jerked back in surprise. They’d gotten kind of close to that point before, except he’d stopped Kurt when his kisses had drifted down to his bellybutton - not because he didn’t want, because he really did, but because quite honestly he had been a little shy about the prospect.
Except Kurt was kneeling there in his shower and gently tugging his hips closer again, quiet pleas being murmured against his skin, and the last thing Blaine wanted to do was think. He braced his hand against the shower wall as Kurt’s teeth grazed against his hip, kisses trailing down and down and Blaine’s knees just about gave out.
Kurt’s name fell from his lips in a breathy moan as he slowly pressed light kisses up his length, pausing a brief second when he got to the tip. Blaine’s breath caught in his throat, and then broke free with a groan as Kurt licked a wide stripe up the underside of his cock before sinking his mouth down over it.
“Oh s-shit,” Blaine half-stammered half-moaned, breaking off to bite his lip hard. Kurt moved back fast, and that soft popping sound that happened when he pulled off him was not helping matters. He could feel himself flushing, but he could always try to blame that on the steam of the shower. Except there was no way that would ever get by.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before,” Kurt said, his voice low as his hand stroked over him, slow and steady. Blaine tried to respond, but all words failed him as Kurt took him back into his mouth. His tongue pressed up, caressing against him as his head bobbed, and Blaine’s free hand found its way into his hair, fingers threading in and just staying there.
It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before - the wet heat of Kurt’s mouth so tight around him. His fingers tensed against the tile of the shower wall, as if trying to grip onto it even though he knew that wasn’t possible. Kurt just took him in further with each movement, keeping his hand gripped around the base of his cock, and he moaned around him. That made Blaine’s toes curl.
Kurt pulled back almost all the way, keeping his head in his mouth and sucking on it as his tongue traced around before dipping into the slit. Blaine’s fingers tightened in his hair as he hissed out a breath, feeling the familiar tension building up inside him, gathering low in his belly, warm and threatening. He managed to choke out Kurt’s name in some semblance of warning, but that didn’t stop his boyfriend from sinking back down, cheeks hollowed out and dragging against him - a few long drags of his tongue later and Blaine came with a cry.
His body shuddered as Kurt swallowed around him, his hand braced against the wall but not providing much help. Kurt’s hands were on his hips, keeping him from swaying, and Blaine gave a quiet whimper when he felt Kurt pull back, his mouth leaving him. He slowly became of aware of the water still pounding against his back. His hand shifted down from Kurt’s hair, cupping the back of his neck and drawing him up to his feet.
“Kurt,” he murmured, his heart thudding so hard against his ribcage as he pressed kisses against his jaw. Pulling his hand back from the wall, he slid it down between them and wrapped it around his boyfriend’s cock. Kurt let out a moan at the contact, pressing into his loose fist and clutching an arm around his waist. “Do you want…?”
“Not if you don’t,” Kurt responded quickly, resting his forehead against Blaine’s shoulder and nipping at his skin. Blaine hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to - he did. There was just the lingering thought of what if he wasn’t good at it? What if he was really bad at it? What if Kurt didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like it? So many ‘what ifs’ that immediately started to eat away at him like normal. It was Kurt, though. Kurt who was pressing kisses against the crook of his neck and thrusting shallowly into his hand, no pretense or expectation.
Wiggling loose of his hold, he turned them so Kurt’s back was up against the water. He carefully shifted down to kneel, his hands running up the sides of the long legs in front of him, thumbs rubbing against the crease of his hips. Taking in a deep breath, he leaned in and pressed a kiss against the coarse hair of Kurt’s groin, feeling his cock nudging against his cheek. He turned his head, brushing a kiss against it almost experimentally. Then another. Kurt whined from above him, and Blaine tried to not psyche himself out as he mouthed along his length, working his way up to the tip. He pressed a kiss against it, and succeeded in smearing his lips with precome.
Oh. He tilted his head back for a moment, licking his lips without really thinking about it, taking in the taste. It was different than he’d been expecting, but definitely not in a bad way. Quite honestly, he wasn’t even sure what he’d thought it would be like. Kurt’s fingers found their way into his hair and that took him back to the moment, made him remember that he was there with his boyfriend’s cock right in front of his face. He gently wrapped his hand around the base and leaned in, hesitantly taking it into his mouth.
That was different than he’d been expecting too, but he tried not to think too much. Blaine just focused on remembering what he’d liked when Kurt had been doing it - besides everything - and try to do those things. He loved the weight of him on his tongue, though, and the little breathy sounds Kurt was making that were so different than anything he’d sounded like before. And then there was the way he moaned when Blaine ran his tongue over the head of his cock, and God Blaine wanted to make him sound like that over and over again.
He worked his hand in tandem with his mouth, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to take all of him, and he really didn’t want to choke or gag or anything embarrassing like that. Kurt’s fingers tightened, twisting into his hair, and that made Blaine groan. Kurt choked out his name, which only succeeded in spurring him on to do more. He hummed softly, his free hand moving to grab onto his hip as he felt him start to tremble.
“BlaineBlaineBlaine,” Kurt gasped, his fingers moving down to scrabble at the back of his neck, his shoulders, and Blaine just hollowed out his cheeks a little and sucked even harder until he felt the hot pulse of Kurt coming in his mouth. He swallowed without even really thinking about it, tongue smoothing over him a few more seconds before he pulled back, pressing a kiss against his hip.
Kurt grabbed onto his arms and hauled him up to his feet, kissing him hard and licking his way into his mouth. The taste of both of them mixed on their tongues, and Blaine whimpered, hands coming up to wrap around his neck. They clung together, kisses slowing until they were both just standing under the water, trying to catch their breath. It was quickly turning lukewarm, and they parted long enough to clean off the rest of the way before it went completely cold.
Towel dried and with still slightly damp hair, they gathered their clothes and crept back to Blaine’s room, each tugging on boxers before tumbling into bed. That boneless and sated feeling took a while to wear off, and Blaine was honestly shocked he’d been able to stay on his feet that long all things considered. He fell asleep with Kurt draped over him, face buried against his neck and breath playing across his skin, covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as the heat from each other’s skin was more than enough to keep them warm.
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