Fic (Complete): Date #7, Glee: Klaine, 1/1
Dipping a toe in the Klaine end of the pool. It's short and schmoopy, but I had to start somewhere.
Title: Date #7
Author: Aristide
Fandom/Pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 for m/m shenanigans
Warning: Hm. Embarrassment? Do you warn for that?
Summary: Silliness, smut and fluff.
Dedication: To Summer, for her kindness, as well as her killer combination of generosity, sweetness, humor, and raunchaliciousness. Also boobs.
Author’s Notes: This is my first Klaine fic. If I’ve unknowingly broken any Klaineish rules, I do apologize. Feedback is always appreciated.
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The house was quiet, perfectly still, and very dark. Kurt picked his way through the shadows carefully, determined not to turn on any lights: it was late, probably too late, and nothing good would come of waking everyone up just so that they could tell him how late it was.
He was halfway through the living room when he caught himself humming. He froze, one hand over his mouth, listening-but it was fine, everyone was still asleep. He closed his eyes, swaying a little. He couldn’t help it; Blaine’s husky-voiced ‘goodnight’ was still ringing in his ears, and the scalp-prickling tingle of their last kiss was still sending waves right through him, and it was hard enough to walk without feeling like he was floating, let alone tiptoe through the dark without smashing into the furniture. Nevertheless, through a combined strategy of focused attention to detail and a steely resolve to not think about how soft Blaine’s lips were, he made it up to his room at last.
He was halfway through unbuttoning his coat when he realized he’d left his scarf in Blaine’s car (he’d worn it only because the spring night was surprisingly cool and damp, and then he’d taken it off only because their post-date goodbye had gotten a little… prolonged. And warm.) He took out his phone but then paused with his thumb on the button, blinking into the dark for a few unresolved seconds before he grinned, tossed the phone onto the bed, and left his room quietly, tiptoeing back through the dark house.
Of course, it was highly probable that Blaine was gone already-no reason he shouldn’t be. Only when Kurt crept out the front door and down the stoop he saw Blaine’s car still parked in the same spot where they’d said their goodbyes; that is, far enough down the street to not be easily spotted from the windows of the Hummel-Hudson residence.
Kurt walked quietly up to the driver’s side window, peering unsuccessfully through the tinted glass, and knocked. He’d expected surprise, and possibly delight, and very probably, more kisses. What he didn’t expect was a noise from inside the car that sounded like half a yelp and half a shriek, accompanied by a loud thump.
“Oh, God-Blaine?” He reached out and yanked the driver’s side door open. Blaine looked… horrified, curled up around the steering wheel, pale with shock. Kurt’s stomach sank like a stone and he went to his knees, reaching for him, wondering what on earth could have happened in such a short time-
Only then he realized that Blaine had his coat in his lap and his handkerchief crumpled on top of it. He froze, staring at the handkerchief, staring at Blaine’s anguished face, slow understanding blooming in him along with a sudden, flaming flush in his cheeks, followed by a throat-clenching wave of embarrassment. “Oh. Um-”
“Kurt,” Blaine gasped, curled up in the driver’s seat as much as the steering wheel would allow, both hands fisted into his coat. “God-sorry, I didn’t know you were… I thought you were gone-”
“I was. I’m sorry I came back-”
“Oh, God-”
“I mean, I don’t mean I’m sorry, I mean. Oh. I’m sorry-”
“Kurt.” Blaine wasn’t pale anymore. Even with only the faint light from the overhead panel in the car, Kurt could see that his cheeks were bright red. “Um. Can you… give me just a second, okay?”
Kurt slammed the car door immediately, wincing when he heard Blaine yelp again. He reached out for the door handle, yanked his hand back like he’d been burned, then took two steps away from the car and put both hands over his face. He took a couple deep breaths, wondering if somewhere there was a pamphlet that told you how to deal with this particular situation.
He heard Blaine get out of the car behind him, the click of the closing door, and then a soft throat-clearing sound. “Kurt. I’m… I am so, so sorry. I never… can you please tell me that you’re okay? That we’re okay?”
“I’m not scarred for life or anything, Blaine,” he said, swallowing hard and turning around. Blaine was there, coat fully buttoned and not a hair out of place, staring at the ground in front of his shoes, a look of deep mortification on his face. “I was just… I came back to get my scarf, and I was, um. Surprised. I didn’t expect… that.” It felt like such an understatement that he half expected Blaine to outright laugh at him.
Blaine didn’t laugh. His head dropped down lower, and he rubbed one hand over his forehead. “Of course you didn’t-that was idiotic of me. Normally I wait until I get home, but tonight was just so… God. I can’t believe I was so stupid-”
“Uh. Wait. So.” Kurt hesitated, then pushed on. “Do you… uh. You do that after all our dates?”
“No,” Blaine said, scoffing as if the very idea were outrageous. “Of course not. Only the ones where we kiss.”
Kurt blinked. “Blaine. We kiss on all our dates.”
Blaine shrugged a little. “No, there was that one time when your Dad was in the driveway when I brought you home-we didn’t, then.”
Kurt was shocked and mildly scandalized to find himself smiling, just a bit. “Oh. So, you didn’t, that time?”
Blaine appeared to be glaring at his shoes. “Okay, yes-I did. When I got home. So… yeah, I guess I do. But it’s not like… It’s just. I can’t not-see you, you know.”
“Not-see me? You want to not see me?”
“I don’t know how it happened, Kurt-I really don’t.” Blaine sighed. “I spent… so much time with you, and you were just you, and everything was fine. And then I looked at you, really looked at you, and God help me but now I can’t stop-I look at your mouth and your eyelashes and your neck and your hands and even your ears… and then there’s the sounds you make when I kiss you and the way you look when you laugh and I-” he broke off and tilted his head back, leaning back against his car, his breath clouding out above him. “It’s crazy.”
Kurt walked forward slowly. He could barely feel his feet, but there was a small sun glowing deep in his chest. He stopped a few inches away from Blaine, who brought his head back down with an almost-startled look on his face. “When I came out here,” Kurt said softly, “I didn’t call. I could have called, but I didn’t, because I thought… I thought if I, if you were out here, you could kiss me again.” Blaine’s eyelashes fluttered, and Kurt’s lips tingled, because Blaine was staring at them, right at them, licking his own lips. The air seemed charged, and Kurt felt a rush of… something, something deep and powerful and heady. “Kiss me.”
He’d never said that before, although he’d thought it about a million times. Saying it was different, it was all different, waiting for Blaine to come to him and then leaning down to take over, to melt Blaine’s mouth open with his tongue-there was some kind of internal explosion going on, force and power and heat and revelation, and he had Blaine’s coat open before he even thought about it, his hands inside, and Blaine was gloriously warm, his waist tight and muscular under the smooth cotton of his shirt, and then the sweet incurve of his lower back, and Blaine was in his arms and heavy against him, shivering.
“Backseat,” he said, and then everything turned into a kind of frenetic scramble, trying to keep touching and keep kissing and move and deal with maddening things like recalcitrant door handles and evil seatbelts tangled around his arm and not get too distracted by the way Blaine was starting to pant-but finally it was done, they were locked in the warm cocoon of the car, Blaine stretched out under him and even though they both had their clothes on Kurt felt almost painfully, intimately stripped, naked nerves tingling because he wanted so much and everything about Blaine said: yes.
There was no room, no time for him to be afraid. Blaine was hard, as hard as Kurt was, and he groaned deep and low when Kurt pressed up against him, his fingers curled tight around the lapels of Kurt’s coat until they fell away. Kurt closed his eyes and let his body take over, his hips working on their own, like they’d known just what to do all this time. He kissed Blaine deeply, sucking on his tongue and keeping Blaine’s mouth open, open-Blaine was so open, and so hot, all of him, hard and strong and moving with him, writhing under him, his hips bucking and his breath hitching in his chest and his brows drawn down low, something on his face like pain, but not.
“Are you,” he managed, his voice shaky. “Will you-”
Blaine tossed his head, shaking. “Yeah-yes.”
“Okay. Good.” He worked his hands under Blaine’s body, waist to back to hips to ass, and then held on tight and rocked against him, shoving hard, and he wasn’t going to be able to take much of that but it didn’t matter because Blaine spread his thighs wider and arched up and gasped like something had just shocked him profoundly and Kurt felt him come, felt it everywhere, and it was Blaine and there was just so much that was sweet and hot and good that he buried his face in the curve of Blaine’s neck and came hard, quiet except for a whimper but Blaine cried out, twitching under him, pulling him close and kissing him and kissing him.
It was hard to open his eyes afterward, because coming down was dreamy and floaty and blissful but it was also a huge realization of what he’d just done, the walls he’d just knocked down, and he felt the sweat cooling on his back and shivered, suddenly vulnerable, swallowing hard.
Blaine made a soft noise and Kurt opened his eyes. For one terrifying moment he thought Blaine was crying, but he wasn’t-he was laughing, quietly and kind of helplessly, wiping his eyes. Kurt pulled back a little. “Are you… is everything okay?”
“Oh, it’s good,” Blaine said, yanking him back down and wrapping around him. “Everything is… amazing. It’s just… I can’t believe I just had my first sexual experience in the backseat of a car-” he choked a little, giggling, then sighed. “It just seems so… so…”
“Plebian?” Kurt offered, smiling a little.
Blaine looked at him then, his eyes wide, dark, beautiful. “I was going to go with ‘typical-American-teenager’, but I like your way better.” He touched Kurt’s cheek, softly. “I like your way. A lot.”
Kurt had to kiss him for that, and then it was okay.
In fact, it was wonderful.
~End~