It's All I Want
It's All I Want
Kurt/Blaine - NC-17
Song-fic. Blaine meets Kurt in the McKinley High Choir Room after school and helps him with a song for glee club. Brad’s piano is involved, but no, neither of them play it.
Kurt ran his fingers along the cool keys of the piano, pressing several carefully, listening to the notes. He couldn’t actually play the piano, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t appreciate the simple beauty of the instrument. It was times like this that he wished his dad had sent him for lessons, but needs must and they needed food and shelter more than Kurt needed lessons.
He started to hum to himself as he stroked the keys, trying to imagine how the song in his head would be played, which keys needed pressing and in which order to bring the song to life.
He was in a world of his own, only being disturbed by the sound of a familiar voice at the door.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Looking over his shoulder, Kurt smiled warmly as Blaine walked in, taking a seat next to his boyfriend in the McKinley High Choir Room. Blaine was wearing his Dalton uniform and carrying two coffees from the Lima Bean, which he placed on the floor beside them.
“Hey,” Kurt said. “No thoughts, just practicing a song for next glee meeting.” He motioned towards the sheet music on the piano’s stand.
Blaine glanced at the music and smiled. “Snow Patrol, I approve.”
“As I keep telling you, you are so Top Forty it’s almost painful sometimes,” Kurt teased, batting Blaine’s arm playfully. Blaine grinned back at him, his smile illuminating his entire face. It was times like this that Kurt couldn’t believe that this boy was his boyfriend and that his expression of pure adoration was for him.
“I didn’t drive two hours to be insulted, you know,” Blaine teased back. He stood up, shedding his blazer, which he draped over a nearby chair. He loosened his tie and then removed it completely, tossing it on the same chair. “Now, do you want my help or not?”
Kurt laughed and handed him one of the music sheets. “The chorus is yours,” he instructed. Kurt picked his iPod off the piano top and searched the playlist until he found the song. Popping it onto the iPod dock on top of the piano, the music began to play slowly.
“I'm running out of ways to make you see. I want you to stay here beside me,” Kurt began to sing softly, his eyes locking with Blaine’s. “I won't be ok and I won't pretend I am. So just tell me today and take my hand.”
Blaine reached out, taking Kurt’s hand as he stood up. “Please take my hand,please take my hand,” Kurt sung as Blaine took hold of his other hand and gave him a quick twirl on the spot. Kurt flushed pink, grinning down at Blaine who held onto his hands tightly as took over from Kurt.
“Just say yes; just say there's nothing holding you back. It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind. Only love.” Blaine stole a kiss from Kurt and let go of his hands, running around the piano, leaving Kurt to watch after him curiously as Kurt continued the second verse.
“It's so simple and you know it is. You know it is, yeah. We can't be to and fro like this, all our lives. You're the only way to me, the path is clear. What do I have to say to you? For Gods sake, dear.”
As he repeated the last line a couple of times, he watched in disbelief as Blaine climbed up onto the piano. Eyes widening with every repeat of the line, Kurt’s singing became slightly louder and forced, much to Blaine’s amusement.
Blaine held out his arms as he sang his part with all the passion he could muster, his Cheshire Cat grin splitting his face. “Just say yes! Just say there's nothing holding you back! It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind. Only love.”
Blaine motioned Kurt to step forward, which he did slightly reluctantly. Holding out his hand, Blaine raised his eyebrows in invite at a mortified Kurt. Kurt turned crimson as Blaine continued singing his part, his expression soft and encouraging.
“Just say yes, ‘cause I’m aching and I know you are too. For the touch of your warm skin as I breathe you in.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and took Blaine’s hand as the other boy helped him on top of the piano. Blaine’s hand found Kurt’s lower back and his other found Kurt’s cheek.
The music was still playing in the background, but Kurt could barely hear it now. Everything was Blaine in this moment. Blaine sang quietly, in almost a whisper as he held Kurt tight, whether it was so he didn’t fall or because he was caught in the moment, Kurt didn’t know. Perhaps it was both.
“I can feel your heart beat through my shirt. This was all I wanted, all I want.” Blaine began to slowly rotate the both of them on the piano top, his singing now restricted to Kurt’s right ear.
“It’s all I want.”
His warm breath tickled Kurt’s ear and caused him to swallow a lump that had formed in his throat without his knowledge.
“It’s all I want.”
Kurt suddenly realised that he couldn’t remember the rest of the words to the song.
“It’s all I want.”
Blaine pulled Kurt, if possible, closer to him, closing the gap between their bodies as they swayed gradually on the spot.
“It’s all I want.”
Kurt’s insides were twisting uncomfortably. He pulled back slightly so he could watch Blaine sing. Blaine, whose smile didn’t quite reach his sad eyes now. The long distance was hard, especially around midterms when neither of them had the time to journey back and forth to visit each other. And sometimes Skype just wouldn’t do.
Skype couldn’t hold you when you were stressed, or kiss you when you were lonely. There really was nothing better in this world than having Blaine touch him. And not just sexually. But lovingly. To have that one person who gives your life meaning just hold you amorously. To have them hold you and tell you that everything is going to be all right and that as long as you had each other, nothing could ever get you down.
As the song started to draw to an end, Kurt joined in, so the two boys were singing in unison to each other.
“Just say yes; just say there's nothing holding you back. It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind. Only love.
“Just say yes, ‘cause I’m aching and I know you are too. For the touch of your warm skin as I breathe you in.”
The music stopped playing but neither boy had noticed. After they finished the last couple of words, they fell into each other. Kurt kissed Blaine so deeply that he didn’t think he would be able to stop.
Why would he want to stop?
Blaine returned the feelings wholly, his hands gripping the back of Kurt’s shirt as though letting go was not an option.
Blaine ran his fingers to Kurt’s belt, pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. Once the material was free, his hands darted up the shirt, making small circular motions on Kurt’s damp back.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Blaine said in between kisses. His lips moved along Kurt’s jaw line before settling on Kurt’s pulse, which he began sucking hard at.
“We saw each other on Sunday,” Kurt reminded him. Given that today was Tuesday, it wasn’t that long ago. But to Blaine, it felt like a lifetime. Kurt groaned as Blaine’s teeth grazed his neck. “I missed you too,” he added, his body aching for an entirely different reason now.
“What time will the caretaker be closing the school?” Blaine asked as he undid the top two buttons on Kurt’s shirt so he had more skin to abuse with his mouth.
“Not for another half hour. Everyone’s gone; we’re the only ones here,” Kurt answered, gasping. He could feel his legs buckling slightly and Blaine must have sensed it too because the next minute Kurt was lying on the piano top with Blaine lying beside him.
“I have glee club in here,” Kurt protested as Blaine crawled on top of him, his legs either side of Kurt’s hips. “Whenever I come in here, I’ll be thinking of you and … this,” he murmured. Blaine was planting tiny kisses along his jaw and didn’t seem to be listening. Kurt sighed, allowing his eyes to close.
“That’s the idea,” Blaine whispered. Blaine positioned himself more comfortably on top of Kurt, their hips pressed together. Kurt could feel the heat of Blaine’s erection through his Dalton straight cut pants. He exhaled heavily, his hand gripping Blaine’s rear as the other boy began to thrust down against him. Why did Kurt choose today of all days to wear his tightest pants?
Kurt didn’t know if it was the friction of the thrusts or the fact that they were on top of a freaking piano in the Choir Room, but he had never felt sexier or wanted than he did right now.
Blaine was breathing heavily; his eyes were heavy and his mouth slightly open as he moved in perfect movement with Kurt. Kurt gave Blaine’s arse a squeeze as he felt the swelling in his pants increase.
He didn’t want Blaine to stop.
Blaine was moving faster now. The only sounds that could be heard being the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric and the sounds of two very much in love boys panting hard, drinking in as much air as their lungs could take right now.
It didn’t take long before Blaine’s hips bucked as he cried out, following seconds later by Kurt, whose orgasm caused him to struggle for breath.
Blaine’s limp body fell onto Kurt’s with a small thud. Kurt looked up at him. His brow was sprinkled with beads of sweat and his usual perfectly gelled back hair was rebelling, with a few strands curling around his temple.
Kurt licked his lips and didn’t say anything until he had caught his breath back.
“Brad is going to kill us if he finds out.”