Fic: At the Matinee
Title: At the Matinee
Genre: Smut/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character spoilers for 3x05 +. Also a touch of foul language. Also two boys make out.
Summary: Kurt runs into a frenemy after a performance. Shaken, he remembers just how much he loves Blaine and sets out to prove it.
There he was, sitting in the third row of the theater. His blond hair spiked up from the back, his blue eyes catching a sparkle from the stage lights, his bright white teeth positively glowing in the obscene smirk that was on his face. Kurt recognized the face as soon as he saw it in between the rows of football players posing as dancers running circles around him during “Gee Officer Krupke.” He almost lost his cue to cut into the song, but, always the consummate professional, managed to find his place. By the time the scene drew to a close and Kurt could finally exit the stage, he thought his heart was going to completely beat out of his chest.
Why was he there? What business did he have? Kurt’s throat tensed up at the answers he was forced to acknowledge. Blaine. Blaine was in the middle of all this. Blaine had always known that Sebastian had a thing for him, but had chosen to ignore it after he and Kurt became a well-established couple. And now, after having seen them duke it out outside of the gay bar they had snuck into with the rest of the Warblers, Sebastian was back to weasel his way into the relationship. Kurt had to give the sophomore credit… not everyone was confident enough to think they could break up a couple so well-known in the Lima blogosphere. Goodness knows, if the tables were turned, Kurt wouldn’t have had that strength.
But the tables weren’t turned, and Kurt and Blaine were together. That was that.
Barely an hour later, Kurt was shaking hands outside the theater, smiling weakly as someone’s grandmother was extolling him for his “angelic” voice for the fifty-sixth time. The evening show would start in just a few hours, and he tried his hardest to find a way out of the conversation. A glint of white teeth caught his eye, and he politely excused himself. Standing in the abandoned F-hallway was Sebastian, looking an awful lot like the cat that ate the canary.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Kurt mumbled, trying to sound polite, but ultimately letting his snide tone through.
“Just supporting a friend.” Sebastian shrugged, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. ”You know how it is.”
“Oh I do know.” Kurt growled, stepping closer to the blond just a few inches taller than him. ”I’ve been there. You know, pining away over someone I couldn’t have. I know you better than you think, Sebastian.” Kurt spat out the boy’s name so roughly that it almost seemed as if someone else had said the word.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. ”I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about, Kurt. I’m just here to support-“
“Cut the crap.” Kurt shouted. Then, catching himself, he lowered his voice to match Sebastian’s nonchalant air. ”You think I believe that you’re just here to support Blaine? After all the puppy-dog eyes I’ve seen you throw at him? The ten zillion texts you sent him when you knew we were together? The times you ‘accidentally’ ran into him while we were out? Do you honestly think I’m that dumb?”
“I don’t know what-” Sebastian stated coolly.
“Shut the hell up.” Kurt sneered. ”I see right through your naive facade, Sebastian. I know that act. I’ve done that act. And nothing you do or say is going to change the fact that Blaine and I are together. We’re together and in love and his cock has been in my mouth and I know that that kills you.” Kurt knew he was being mean, he was doing it deliberately. This was Santana territory, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Sebastian couldn’t hide it anymore. His face was scrunched up into a scowl, and his hands were balled into fists. ”You can blow him all you want, Kurt, but you will never love Blaine as much as I do. Never.”
Kurt just laughed. ”Keep telling yourself that, sweetie. I have to go help my boyfriend out of his costume for dinner break. You know my boyfriend, right? About yea high, dark brown hair, kissable lips? Yeah, I have to go fuck his brains out, hon’.” Before Sebastian could edge in another word, Kurt was skipping down the hallway- literally skipping- towards the men’s dressing room.
He opened the door to find all his castmates in various states of undress. Mike was shirtless, pulling his tap shoes off. Puck and Finn were laughing about something while smoothing over their wigs. Suspiciously absent, though, was the one Kurt had come to see. Just then, a whine came from the bathroom adjoined to the dressing room.
“Can someone help me with this?” Blaine was groaning from behind the thick wooden door, his voice echoing. The other boys all turned to Kurt and began laughing simultaneously, as if to say, “he’s all yours.”
Kurt let himself into the bathroom to find Blaine struggling with the zipper on his pants. They had had to be custom-made for the diminutive actor thanks to his small proportions. The costume mistress must have cut corners in making them, however, because the zipper was constantly getting stuck. Blaine smiled a soft “hello” as Kurt slid into the room. Without saying a word, Kurt reached his nimble fingers onto the cold metal next to Blaine’s crotch and swiftly undid the zipper.
“All done.” Kurt smiled, the stress of the scene he had just left melting away into Blaine’s hazel eyes. Without realizing where he was or what he was doing, Kurt pushed his boyfriend up against the cool tiled wall. The grommets on the back of Blaine’s vest made a loud clank as they hit the wall. Kurt was deaf to the noise, however, his mouth pressed firmly against Blaine’s soft lips. Steadying himself with both hands on the wall, Kurt thrust into Blaine’s hips, making the shorter boy elicit a loud groan. Blaine’s mouth already open, Kurt took the opportunity to slide his tongue along Blaine’s, the wet heat of his mouth enveloping both boys completely.
“Kurt.” Blaine moaned, pulling the taller boy closer to him.
Kurt only kissed him harder and deeper, letting his tongue do all the speaking. He was growing hard, and could feel Blaine pressed against him as well. There was a hand in his hair, his officer hat falling to the floor. The world was just them, just that wall, just their mouths together forever.
A knock on the door woke them instantly. ”Uh, guys?” Finn’s voice could be faintly heard on the other side. ”Pizza’s here. Did you get that zipper yet or…?”
Kurt blushed, even though he knew he hadn’t exactly been caught in the act. Blaine gripped his waist, planting a soft kiss on the underside of his chin. ”Love you.” He mumbled, quickly throwing on his street clothes. ”Never forget that.”
Kurt sighed. ”I won’t.” He replied. And to himself he added, “I can guarantee that.”