A Better Way to Fall in Love (Ch.7c Part 2/12)(College AU)
Title: A Better Way to Fall in Love (Ch.7c Part 2/12)(College AU)
Rating: NC-17 (NC-17 this part!)
Spoilers: 2x15
Word Count: 10,433/26,264 (chapter total)
Warnings: College AU, language, sexual situations of the such, underage drinking, triple angst, major Klaine, major Niff, Nick/Kurt, Blaine/Jeff, Kurt/Warbler(Jon Hall's character), cheating, frat boys, drug use (minor now)
Summary: "Original Songs" never happened, and Kurt and Blaine didn't start dating until their freshman year of college when they were roommates. At the end of their freshman summer, Kurt did something he really regrets, and now it's sophomore year, and bad decisions are about to be made, mostly out of love. It's college, and sometimes, getting a blow job is way more important than studying.
Author's Notes: This is the third addition in the Great Romances of the 21st Century 'verse. Freshman year = GROT21C(59+K)/Summer before sophomore year = Summer Skin(34+K). If you want to skip right in and not read either story, here's a summary of both. Masterlist!
star55 and teaboytoaliens beta this story and my life.
Chapter Summary: Nick and Jeff finally have their movie date, but things take a surprising turn for both of them in different ways. Two celebrated holidays bring the couples closer, and it's cold outside and such.
Songs for this part:
"Sand in Your Shoes" by This Providence for fluffy Niff
"Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" by Death Cab for Cutie for all the luffs and fluffs
"Safe and Sound" by Azure Ray for cuddles and sexy time
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2a | Chapter 2b | Chapter 3a | Chapter 3b | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 Part 1 A | Chapter 5 Part 1 B | Chapter 5 Part 2 A | Chapter 5 Part 2 B | Chapter 6a | Chapter 6b | Chapter 7a | Chapter 7b | Chapter 7c Part 1
Kurt's wearing a red and white striped scarf as he drives over to Blaine's in the snow, and he's now just realizing as he parks on the side of Blaine's house that the scarf plus his white sweater make him look sort of like Waldo. Blaine won't notice. He hasn't been that observant of my layers of clothes since we haven't been sleeping together.
It's the first time in a long time that Kurt's actually planned to go inside Blaine's house, so he's a little nervous to do so. He's had the feeling in the few times he's talked to Blaine's parents that they don't like him very much, and that doesn't make him feel very good at all. Blaine, unfortunately, won't let the subject be talked about much.
As Blaine comes out of his house to greet Kurt, he grins and gives Kurt a gingerbread cookie before hugging him tightly.
"You look deliciously like Waldo."
Kurt glares at himself for not taking the scarf off and then continues to give his glare to Blaine, forgetting for a moment his nervousness about sleeping over Blaine's.
"No 'Merry Christmas, sexy' instead?"
"I said 'deliciously'! That implies that I think you're looking good tonight!"
"But not sexy?"
Blaine stands back to look at Kurt, checking him out from head to foot.
Slightly amused, Kurt taps his foot with impatience as he crosses his arms. "Well? What's the verdict?"
Blaine smirks, putting his hands on Kurt's hip, and then slowly, he backs him into the snowy brick of the house, his lips barely ghosting Kurt's as he presses him harder into the wall. Kurt bites his lip, needing to watch as Blaine's hand makes its way down to rest on the zipper of his jeans. Kurt can't help but arch his back a little to try and get Blaine to start rubbing him. There's only so much his mind can manage without being reduced to sex. Fuck me against your house. Now.
Satisfied with his amount of teasing, Blaine goes to peck Kurt's lips softly, but then laughs when Kurt tries to deepen the kiss.
"Hey, now, it's pretty cold out, don't you think we should go inside for that?" Blaine smiles playfully, trying to get Kurt to smile with him.
Kurt will have none of that just yet.
"You didn't tell me if I was sexy or not. You simply looked at me like a sex object and then hovered your hand over my clothed penis. Don't smile at me, jerk."
Blaine goes back to laughing, hugging Kurt even though he just slightly insulted him. However, he should know that Kurt's not being serious. If Kurt were meaning it to be taken seriously, he'd have called him a harsher name. You asshole. You double asshole. Triple. ...Oh my god. What if Blaine had three assholes? That would give 'threesome' a whole new meaning.
Shut the fuck up. Right now.
Continuing to smile, Blaine backs away from the brick but holds his hand out for Kurt's. "Wanna take a winter walk with me, Sexy Pants?"
I'm still thinking about your three assholes, and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. But okay.
"Okay."
Blaine pretends that sounded more enthusiastic in his head.
They get to the end of Blaine's street in silence, but then Kurt starts talking about Finn's new idea of becoming a football coach back at McKinley to inspire the students like how he was inspired back in high school. It's weird to Blaine that if it weren't for his family coming over for dinner, he wouldn't have felt like it was Christmas even a little bit. This whole month--hell, this whole year--has been about Kurt for him. Sure, the musical's coming up in February and he's still trying to type out a few short stories and poems, but none of that would be half as exciting or important if Kurt wasn't always here experiencing all of it with him. If Kurt will be the only college memory Blaine has, Blaine thinks he'll be fine with that.
And there it is--the idea of living a life without Kurt. If, for some reason, they are to break up or stop talking, Blaine will have to find someone new to confide in and to want to kiss. More importantly, Blaine will have to find someone that isn't Kurt.
No.
Blaine stops Kurt mid-sentence by squeezing his hand hard.
"Ow!" Kurt says.
Blaine gasps quietly and unlaces their fingers immediately. I didn't even know we started holding hands.
Kurt seems confused, also wondering how their fingers got like that without them noticing. Stupid automatic hand holding moment. Those are for chums. We are currently chums.
"Kurt."
"Blaine?"
"...First, I didn't mean to squeeze your hand, but like, we can never not be friends, okay?"
Kurt stares at him curiously for a moment, but then as the silence lingers, he looks a little bit unsure. "What about being together? Do you not want that anymore?"
Blaine looks at him like he's just said, "yes, I find overalls on a man to be quite sexy". What is Kurt thinking?
"...How did you get that out of what I just said? I want to be with you, know you forever, and be your best friend. You're always going to be the best person in my life."
Kurt's not sure he was prepared to be told such things tonight. Or ever. Even if that's what he truly wants. Or is it? Either way, he wasn't prepared to have a cardboard box delivered to him that reads 'FRAGILE: Blaine Anderson's heart inside' on the sticker label. Kurt knows he's supposed to say something reassuring back to him, but the words won't come out. Language has its limitations. "Wow. ...Really?"
Blaine gets quiet for a moment, feeling a bit hurt by thinking Kurt's not going to say the same thing back to him. I just feel like I can tell you anything. Is that wrong?
He looks down at the pavement. "Should I apologize for making you feel awkward now?"
As always, Kurt wants to kick himself for not being able to let his guard completely down around Blaine, and he also wants to be mad at Blaine for not being able to read his freaking mind. God, it'd be so much easier if you could. But actually, no, don't do that.
They take lack of communication to a whole new level.
"What? No. Why should you ever apologize for that? And you didn't make me feel awkward. ...I'm just not used to hearing you say things like that. I never really know what you're thinking. I'm just surprised is all."
"What? How? You read the ending of that story I wrote last year, didn't you? It basically says that I'm in love with my best friend. Do I make you doubt that?"
This conversation is starting to make Kurt feel uncomfortable.
When did you get so close to me? When did it start snowing again?
"...Well, yes. I'm not a mind reader, Blaine. I don't know when you might get annoyed with me or when I say the wrong things. I don't know if I'm always making you happy."
"But Kurt, you don't always make me happy. That's kind of the point of love, right? You forgive and you let go of the little things that make you angry, because you know deep down that you love that person, and you'd definitely rather have them in your life than not. ...I've always felt that way. And hey, don't you always get annoyed with me?"
Don't propose to me right now. I might pass out.
"...I feel like there's a conversation we had over the summer where you doubted my love for you, and then I told you pretty much what you're telling me now. Why do we always do this? Change roles?"
Despite the concerned puppy eyes Blaine was just giving Kurt, the light in his eyes starts to turn playful and he smirks. "I thought it was pretty obvious."
It's cold outside, and Kurt's thinking too many things now to play Blaine's guessing game. "No. It's not. What is it?"
"We're the same person, silly."
Anticlimactic. "That is entirely false, Blaine." Holy fuck, do you really love me this much? How? Why? What did I do to make you so sure? When will you change your mind?
"Kurt, it's Christmas, can't you just let me say one cheesy thing without shooting me down for it?"
"Blaine, I love you, therefore, I can't let you go around thinking that it's okay to say things when it's not. Like telling me you have an alter ego that buys condoms. That's beyond ridiculous."
"Clem Anderson means business, Kurt. I wouldn't bring that up again."
"Okay, whatever. It's cold. Why are we having his conversation out here? Let's turn around now."
They turn around on the sidewalk back towards Blaine's house, and it only takes Blaine a few steps before he's already thinking of what's going to happen when they get inside. Why can't Kurt be comfortable with him? He's always trying to make everything a joke, and even though Blaine thinks he knows why, he really wishes it wasn't this way. If anything, Blaine should be the one with his guard up still, he thinks. Kurt cheated on him before they were even dating a year, but we're not thinking about the past anymore. Blaine knows that Kurt sees him better than any other living person, so why doesn't Kurt know that of Blaine?
When they get inside, it's passed midnight, and the house is quiet. Blaine's parents are probably in their room reading or watching TV, but Blaine's just glad that he doesn't have to see them give him the look for having Kurt spend the night. That's something he still has to discuss with them. You don't even know that I'm in love with him. How can you possibly know me?
Smiling a little less now, Blaine glances over at the one person that truly makes him feel at home. The walk back was quiet, and Kurt still hasn't said a thing. Maybe Blaine really should learn to keep to himself. It'd be better for everyone. Still, it's his duty to make Kurt feel better if he feels he has to. God, when did Blaine get so nervous?
"You know, I didn't just say all those things about loving you to freak you out or make you think that I'm expecting us to get married next week. I just wanted to say out loud, to you, that I'm really happy with how things are going. ...Would you say the same?"
He waits hesitantly for a response, half expecting Kurt to list off a bunch of problems he has with Blaine. What should I fix about me now? What would you like to see differently?
He sees that Kurt's hesitating, too.
"I do say the same. God, I love you... a lot... but I--"
"I know. You don't want to make that sort of commitment right now. I-It's okay, Kurt."
Why did I tell you to come over? This was a terrible idea. My parents are going to be up before us in the morning, and then mom will see your car when she goes to get the paper, so she'll stay in her study all morning until she hears you leave. And then they'll continue to pretend that you don't exist. But then I can pretend that I don't, either.
Blaine attempts to smile understandingly at Kurt before he sits down on the floor by the kitchen counter. It's where he used to sit when he was really little, pressing his little back against the cupboard, sometimes holding it open to see what was really under the sink. He liked crying in the kitchen at night, because the Anderson kitchen is connected to the living room, the hall leading to the front door, and to the hall leading to the rest of the house. If one of his parents just happened to be walking by any of those doors, they'd hear him crying and come comfort him. They only heard him a few times, but even on the times they didn't, Blaine would ruffle his own hair and pretend that they at least heard him and knew he was sad or upset about something.
He can feel himself wanting to get quiet, but Kurt's here, at his house for the first time in a long time, and he really needs to make the best of it. That's kind of hard though when Kurt's getting the look like they're about to come to a disagreement and he's getting worked up about it.
Please don't get upset over something I said, Kurt. I can say something dumb right now and you can criticize me, if you'd like? That usually makes you feel better. Forget that I said I needed you.
Suddenly, Kurt's sitting next to him on the floor and taking Blaine's hand in his own. It's confusing to Blaine, because Kurt doesn't look at him, just holds his hand tighter and stares straight ahead at the rest of the kitchen.
"You're really special, Blaine."
"...Thank you." Blaine feels a tightening in his throat.
"You should say, 'I know'," Kurt says softly.
"I--Kurt. Why?"
Finally, Kurt looks at him and what he does makes Blaine's heart want to stop. He watches as Kurt glances at one of Blaine's curls that are probably sticking out, and then sees his eyes flicker to his lips before smiling. Kurt's eyes are the brightest Blaine's ever seen them.
"Have I ever told you why it's so easy to always pick you?"
Always pick me over everyone else? Nick? Trevor? Nick's horses?
"No, why's it so easy?"
Kurt's smile widens as he reaches his arm across Blaine's body to hold Blaine's other hand, so he's now holding both of them.
"Because you try. You try so hard to be the best, sometimes, Blaine. But the best part? You don't know that you already are."
Blaine doesn't know what to say yet, and he thinks that Kurt knows it too, because Kurt continues.
"Being in college, constantly learning new things and changing my mind... It's almost comforting to know that I don't know what I'm doing. We shouldn't have to. We're young, and we base everything we want off our love and our passions. ...Do I want to be with you forever? I do. But when we're talking about it, I want us to be as realistic about it as possible.
"We don't know what the future's going to be like, and that's anywhere from tomorrow to twenty years down the road and counting. That's why I think we should take it as we see it. Everything's eventually got to work out, right?"
Maybe it's just because it's Christmas, but Blaine's feeling extra sentimental tonight, sitting on his kitchen floor with his favorite person telling him what he's needed to hear for an awful long time. As soon as Kurt leans slowly over to kiss him on the cheek, an unintended tear falls down, making Blaine blush. It only makes Kurt smile and make what Blaine would classify as a sort of "aww" sound.
Kurt wraps his arms around him and lets Blaine's head rest on his shoulder as Blaine starts to silently cry. It only makes Kurt hug him tighter.
When Kurt pulls Blaine's head back to see how sad he really looks, he can't help but laugh from being surprised at how red Blaine's face is. Blaine's eyelashes are darkened from wet tears and his bottom lip is lightly trembling. Kurt gives him a playful frown, and then kisses Blaine's bottom lip quickly, bringing him in for more hugs.
"Sweetie, why are you crying?" Kurt whispers.
Blaine shrugs into him as he sniffles, pulling back only to look at Kurt like all he wants to be doing is hugging him again. "I just..." He shakes his head and tries wiping some of his tears away. "I love you so much. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry."
Kurt laughs, rubbing his arm lightly for comfort. "Shh, don't be sorry. But why are you crying? That's a happy thing. I love you, too..."
Blaine nods into him. "You're the greatest."
Kurt laughs quietly again, making warm fuzzy feelings travel through Blaine's body.
"Bear..."
"Bear is cold. Take me to my room, Kurt."
Kurt smiles and takes his hand, bringing it up to kiss Blaine's palm. "This better not be a ploy to getting to sleep with me sooner. You should be an actor if you are."
Blaine just starts frowning again and shakes his hand, resting his head back on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smirks and rubs his back for a few minutes before they get up to quietly go to Blaine's room. When Kurt opens the door, neither of them bothers to turn on the light, since they both silently agree that the harshness of the light would break the soft and loving mood they're trying to create. After they leave their coats hanging off Blaine's computer chair and take their shoes off, they head straight for the bed. As soon as their under the covers, Blaine finds Kurt's hand under the sheets and brings it to rest comfortably on Blaine's hip, so Blaine can snuggle into him.
A few moments of silence pass by before Kurt even dares to feel the skin under Blaine's shirt. When Blaine feels Kurt's finger tips smoothing over his stomach he can't help but angle slightly towards him, leaning into the touch. After that one touch, things quickly turn from soft sighs and sweetness to something that is much more common for a dark bedroom occupied by two teenage boys that like to see each other naked.
Your hands would feel so good on me.
Blaine moves closer to him until Kurt takes the hint to let their legs intertwine. They lie there for a few minutes, just holding each other, until Kurt suggests they change into looser clothes. At first, Blaine's surprised that Kurt forgot to bring his famous silk pajamas, but then that's not an issue at all, because when Kurt said looser he meant less layers.
Kurt takes his sweater off, leaving only an undershirt on underneath. Blaine smiles and takes his cardigan off, followed by his pants as he drops them over the edge of his bed. I don't need these things.
Smiling, Kurt stays turned on his side, watching Blaine get settled back under the covers. It's only the second time over break that they've got to cuddle, so Kurt wants to take full advantage of tonight. He knows it's technically his turn to take off his pants like Blaine did, but that would be embarrassing. Kurt realized earlier that wearing a white sweater with a red and white striped scarf was enough to make Blaine notice he looked like Waldo, but his freaking American Apparel underwear is red with the white outline, and god, that would be so embarrassing if Blaine also commented on that. God, why do I put myself in these situations? Fuck you, Christmas themed clothing.
When Blaine turns on his side to smile back at Kurt, there's the definite look in his eyes that says he's wondering why Kurt didn't take his pants off yet, and if Kurt doesn't act soon, Blaine's going to ask if--
"I know we still have a seventh date, but I really wish we could take our clothes off."
--if they can take their fucking clothes off.
You'd think Kurt would care about the sexual aspect that is strongly hinted at once bodies are naked and resting close to one another, but no. He just doesn't want Blaine to see his fucking red underwear. I could have worn the blue ones, but no...
However, maybe Kurt can forget about things that annoy him tonight and focus on the warm and attractive Blaine that is lying next to him. It's a possibility.
Kurt sits up, gracefully lifting his shirt up and folding it to go on the side table next to the bed. When Blaine can see Kurt's hip bones as Kurt's struggling to get out of his tight jeans, he feels a sort of arousal he hasn't felt in a really long time from just looking and not also touching himself. I want to suck things of yours with that of an intensity of a thousand suns.
Before Kurt can pull his pants passed his ankles, Blaine moves to kneel behind him, leaning down to smooth his hands over his sides, sliding them down to rub over his inner thighs. Kurt feels a wave of heat run through his body when Blaine's hands rub harder at the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to brushing past his balls. Despite wanting to further the contact, Kurt smirks and leans against him to feel Blaine's chest pressing against his shoulder blades.
"What happened to just cuddling?"
Suddenly, Blaine stops rubbing and moves his hands up, using one of them to turn Kurt's chin so Blaine can tilt his head to the side and kiss him. When Blaine breaks the small passionate kiss, Kurt opens his eyes and is greeted with Blaine's bedroom eyes--thick lashes making the brown in his eyes darken to perfection. I remember when I thought your eyes were every color of the rainbow. Blaine's eyes are soft while managing to simultaneously hold his every intent to creatively melt every inch of Kurt's body. Consequently, Kurt shuts up, letting Blaine move around him to crawl on top of him.
Kurt first tries to suck on Blaine's bottom lip as their lips meet by crashing together, but Blaine's starting to grind into him now, making him focus slightly less on kissing. A hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and Kurt can't help but smile as he feels light kisses being pressed to his cheek down to his neck, Blaine's mouth connecting harder to Kurt's neck but sucking light enough to not leave any marks. It leaves his skin tingling even as Blaine scoots down his body, and the blood that's transferring to south of the equator makes him even more anxious to find out where Blaine's head is going.
Two soft kisses are pressed to Kurt's navel, making his hips involuntarily arch up. Blaine smirks when he feels Kurt trying hard not to move his hips around, but god and oh escape between his lips, Kurt not being able to silence himself. Blaine keeps a firm grip on Kurt's hip with one hand, licking his tongue over Kurt's hip bone and continuing to rub his hand over Kurt's inner thigh with his free hand.
"You're perfect." Blaine says in a quiet, huskier voice. Kurt knows as soon as he hears Blaine's voice get deeper that he's on the verge of having an angry and emotional breakdown moment or he's getting ready to fuck Kurt's brains out with rhythmic thrusts and dirty words. Get in me. Now.
Kurt moans softly as Blaine's hand slides under the waistband of his underwear to wrap his hand around Kurt's already semi-hard cock. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he feels Blaine's hand working him, grateful of the fact that Blaine still knows exactly how to make him feel good. Scooting his head down further, Blaine starts sucking a patch of skin near Kurt's inner thigh, his hands working on sliding Kurt's briefs off.
"Oh, god..."
Smirking, Blaine's mouth replaces his hand, sucking on the head of Kurt's cock, flattening his tongue down the base to take as much of him in his mouth as possible. Blaine's aware of how his lips must feel wrapped around Kurt's cock, how hard Kurt started off in his hand to how large and thick he feels now, and he feels even more turned on by the fact that every time he starts to lift his head up Kurt's hand is there to ease his mouth back down on him.
Kurt moans his name softly, leaning forward to thread his fingers through Blaine's hair as he starts controlling just how much of his cock gets shoved into Blaine's mouth. Blaine doesn't seem to mind, in fact, all logic leads Kurt to believing that Blaine's harder now than he was thirty seconds ago.
"Don't stop. Fuck, this feels amazing. You're so fucking good, Blaine..."
Needing to breathe, Blaine pulls his head back as best he can to whimper for more air. "Fu-uck." He lets out before his lips are met with the head of Kurt's cock again. Kurt's words make his cock twitch, and as Blaine brings his mouth down around him once more, he reaches his hand down his boxers to try to jerk himself off in time with the bobbing of his head on Kurt's cock. Fuck, who are you and what have you done with Kurt "I'm too good for dirty talk" Hummel?
When Kurt lets up on the hair squeezing, Blaine feels compelled to scoot up Kurt's body to kiss him, to which Kurt gladly pulls him closer to him to kiss him hard on the mouth. Their tongues rub together out of pure passion, but it doesn't take long for Kurt to break the kiss and replace his hand in Blaine's hair, encouraging him to continue kissing down again. Blaine merely complies by darting his tongue out to lick at Kurt's nipple, sucking kisses down his torso until he reaches his cock again. Kurt's hips arch up and his grip in Blaine's hair tightens, but he inwardly rolls his eyes when he can feel Blaine smirk against his skin before taking him into his mouth again. Kurt no longer cares. He just wants--wants Blaine to suck him like it's the only thing that matters, because right now, it fucking is all that matters to Kurt. He was ridiculous to think that he could stay away from Blaine's body for this long.
They know each other well enough, right? It's time to remember what it feels like for Blaine to thrust into him over and over again, not carrying about how loud they're being, because secretly, hearing the headboard slam against the wall of their dorm room turned Kurt on way more than he cared to admit to Blaine.
"Fuck, fuck, wait, stop."
Blaine pulls his mouth off him almost immediately, staring up at Kurt like he's just committed a serious crime and feels awful about it. Kurt stares at him for a moment, enjoying how quickly Blaine's eyes go from Yeah, I want to suck your cock all night, baby... to Oh my god, Kurt, I didn't mean to! My mouth just tripped!. Kurt smirks and brings Blaine up, not saying a word to him until he's got Blaine lying down on the bed and Kurt's scooting down to rest his hands on Blaine's boxers that are still surprisingly on. He thinks words don't need to be communicated for Blaine to know what to do.
A wave of relief goes across Blaine's face as he realizes that Kurt didn't want to stop what they were doing, but he just thought it was Blaine's turn now. Oh, okay, fair enough. How cool.
Kurt finally manages to feel Blaine through his boxers, realizing that he's just as hard as Kurt is without even being touched yet. Kurt smirks and rubs Blaine harder through his boxers, wanting Blaine to unravel before his hand actually starts touching him.
Blaine lets out a soft shaky sigh, moving Kurt's hand over his clothed erection further, spreading his legs apart to let Kurt kneel between them easier. He wants to say something about how much he loves Kurt, how comfortable he feels with doing this for the first time in months, but he doesn't think Kurt wants to hear that right now. He wants Blaine to be turned on--which he is, don't get him wrong--but Blaine's not sure this is what Kurt would want if he wasn't desperate for contact or extremely aroused right now.
Right before Kurt takes him in his mouth after sliding Blaine's boxers down, Blaine holds his chin up to make him look at him. "Wait, Kurt, are you sure about this?"
This position feels strangely familiar... Jeff. Fuck. That totally almost happened before. Jeff almost gave me a blowjob. How simultaneously hilarious and saddening.
Of course, Kurt glares in confusion. "What? This? Yeah, pretty much. There's not much to it, Blaine."
Right, back to Kurt...
"No, I mean, like, us having sex before the seventh date. Because I really did just want to cuddle naked, but of course we can never manage to just cuddle when we're like this. ...I don't want what we're doing now to wreck the value of having sex after the last date like we planned to."
Feeling Blaine's fingers gently holding his chin up, Kurt thinks about his words for a moment, but then looks down to see Blaine's straining cock. Bitch, no. I want you in me now. This isn't cool in the slightest.
However, Kurt's never been a fan of forcing a significant other to have sex with him when they don't want to hurt their beloved plans of love and triumph (not like that's ever been the case before, though), so he'll just have to make Blaine want it.
Kurt nods understandingly and sits up, still down by Blaine's legs. Blaine's still hard, thankfully, but by the look of Blaine's only slightly lusted over eyes, Kurt thinks he has less than three minutes before Blaine completely agrees to just cuddle tonight. It is not going down this way.
Smiling softly at him, Kurt sighs and scoots up to lie down on the bed next to Blaine. "You're right, baby. I'm glad you're thinking for the both of us. Here I am, just wanting to feel you pounding inside me, but you're right. That'd be wrong."
Kurt turns on his side facing away from Blaine, smirking as soon as he feels Blaine's hand rest on his side.
"...Kurt, it wouldn't be wrong, I'd just feel bad if our seventh date doesn't feel as special, because we broke our challenge."
So you're still looking at it like it's a game, Blaine? Nice. Glad to know that's the only reason you've been so patient.
Nodding against his pillow, Kurt stays turned on his side facing away from Blaine, hoping to provoke Blaine into touching him further. He knows that Blaine's sort of right, but that's just ridiculous in and of itself. They should have sex tonight to prove how ridiculous it is that Blaine's being the responsible one of the two. Kurt tries a new approach.
Sighing softly, Kurt doesn't say anything for a moment, building up the suspension. He pretends to feel a deep sadness, hoping that Blaine will feel the need to cuddle him as soon as the epic sadness reaches the air.
A couple seconds go by.
Feel my angsting, Blaine. Feel it.
Nothing.
Fuck me, you asshole.
Kurt scoots his back ever so slightly towards Blaine's. He makes his voice sound tired and innocent to hopefully make Blaine forget that pressing his semi-hard on against Kurt's ass won't do a thing in the world to make him feel like having sex.
"...Baby?"
Blaine's attention is reached. He scoots closer and rubs his hand down Kurt's side gently. "Yeah, baby?" Blaine whispers; Kurt can hear the smile in his voice.
Fuck, I'm awful. If Blaine really doesn't want to have sex tonight, I should just--
Kurt crushes his own thoughts before they continue. He bites his lip and reaches around to hold the hand that's on his side. Maybe telling Blaine how badly he wants to have sex is better than secretly being mad at him for not being a telepath.
"I just really want to feel your cock pressing up against my ass. Is that possible? You can say no... but I hope you won't."
Blaine laughs quietly but does move closer like Kurt asks. His grip on Kurt's hand tightens as he gently grinds into him from behind. "Like this...?"
Fully aware that Blaine's smirking without even having to look, Kurt's eyes automatically shut anyway, grinding back against Blaine's cock and imagining what it will be like in a few minutes to have Blaine thrusting in and out of him with his hands firmly on his ass. Kurt moans softly when the tip of Blaine's cock brushes against his hole, but when he tries to lean back on it, Blaine pulls away and sits up.
Annoyed that Blaine's going to start talking about responsibility and having dignity again, Kurt sits up with him to talk at eye level. However, once again on this night, Blaine reads Kurt's mind.
"If we're going to have sex, then we're going to do it right."
Kurt's confused. "...I'm confused. I mean, I know there's a right and absolutely wrong and painful way to ride your dick, but what are you saying?"
Blaine sighs and leans himself over to kiss Kurt. "First, can you stop talking about riding me? I mean, awesome, cool, but wait."
"...And secondly?"
Blaine smirks and kisses him again, this time much softer. "Be sweet with me first, and then we'll get into it, okay? Let's try it this way?"
As Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and pulls them both back down on the bed, Kurt can't help but giggle. "Sir, it's sounding like you want to make love... We are not prepared. There needs to be a bath tub scene with warm scented candles in the very least. I'm not a fan of rose petals, you know this, but--"
Blaine's lips suck in Kurt's bottom lip, forcing him to shut up. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Kurt... shut up. We don't have to be making love, but I want to have sex with the guy I do love. Sound okay to you?"
Kurt smiles and brings him on top of him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck as Blaine looks down at him skeptically. "It sounds decent. ...Who's the guy?"
Blaine answers this by kissing him softly on the lips, only grinding against Kurt enough to feel Kurt's cock brushing up against his thigh. It sends even more blood down to his own cock, threatening to make him come if their cocks start grinding together. When he tries to increase the distance between them, Kurt's hands go firmly to his ass, pressing Blaine's crotch back into his own to speed up the close contact. Blaine can't help but instinctively grind into him harder, feeling Kurt rock with him.
"Fuck, wait... This isn't like... I don't even know..."
Smirking out of his accomplishments for making Blaine dry hump him for all he's worth, Kurt starts thinking about all the possibilities that could happen to make this the best Christmas for both of them. He moans over the idea of riding Blaine's cock until they're both coming, watching Blaine thrust up and force Kurt's hips down when he's getting too into it and is lifting himself off his cock too far. Or maybe Blaine will want to hold his feet up, so he can watch how good he's making Kurt feel as he has full control over his rhythm, gripping Kurt's ass to hold him steady as he comes.
"Touch me, Kurt, please..."
Or maybe Kurt will just fucking die now, because Blaine fucking Anderson is rock hard and begging him to touch him.
Kurt's legs spread wider as he reaches forward to wrap his hand around Blaine's cock, whimpering when Blaine starts fucking his hand and holding his hips to make Kurt rock with him as they simulate actual penetration as best they can.
When Kurt takes his hand off him, he kneels up and encourages Blaine to turn them around to where Blaine's head is on the pillows and Kurt's hands are on his chest, grinding down on Blaine's cock. It's all feeling too good for Kurt, and he knows that Blaine wanted to kiss sweetly and bake cupcakes of love before getting down to getting off hard and rough, but hopefully, Blaine just forgot. Because there is no going back now.
Words. Words. Kurt needs them.
He asks Blaine where the lube is before sliding off him for a moment so Blaine can fumble around in the dark to get it. He watches as Blaine uses his cell phone light to open his side table drawer, pulling out a new bottle of lube that isn't the same one from the summer--the last time they used it--and a condom.
"Did you go buy new ones?" Kurt whispers, getting annoyed that Blaine would just assume they would have sex this week. But wait...
Ignoring Blaine's uncertainty about answering the question correctly, Kurt smiles and brushes his hand passed Blaine's thigh when he gets back on the bed and is still using his cell phone light to make sure the condom is on right.
"You bought the condoms all by yourself?"
Blaine smirks and almost drops his phone out of his mouth as he nods, looking as proud of himself as Kurt feels.
When he lies back down on the bed and has applied a generous amount of lube around the condom, Kurt straddles his waist and looks as Blaine smirks back at him. However, it suddenly occurs to Kurt that Blaine's raging thick boner is, well, a raging thick boner, and that's terrifying, sexy, and hilarious all in one. There's no way he's going any further until he's prepped.
Noticing that Kurt isn't teasing him right about now like he normally would be, Blaine comes to the same conclusion and sits up a little more, putting a hand on the small of Kurt's back to make sure he doesn't lose his balance.
"Here, lie down." Blaine whispers, turning them around to make Kurt's head rest on the pillows with his legs bent up.
Kurt bites his lip. "No, it's okay, I got it... You're really hard, and I don't want you to lose it..."
Blaine smiles and pecks his lips before he leans over to the side table again to grab the lube and squirts a generous amount on two of his fingers. "I want this to be good for both of us, and trust me, I'll be fine."
He tells Kurt to scoot down the bed a little more and raises Kurt's legs up on his shoulders to have a better angle. Kurt smiles and blushes, trying to remember that Blaine and Blaine are one and the same, and he shouldn't feel awkward being naked with his person. Just in case, he turns his head to the side in order to not watch Blaine's reaction as soon as he adds a first finger inside him. The feeling is a lot more than he ever remembered, and as soon as Blaine's finger goes deeper, Kurt's hips involuntarily arch up, making him want to lean back on Blaine's finger even more. Blaine smirks and takes his finger slowly out only to press it back in further to rub against the tight muscle, biting his lip when Kurt's neck arches back on the pillow.
"A-Another..."
Blaine makes sure his second finger has enough lube on it still before pressing it in carefully with the other one, watching Kurt's face to see if it's hurting him at all. Kurt's eyes just stay shut as he starts breathing heavier the more Blaine presses in and out of him, and as soon as Blaine lets out a soft moan too, he knows they need to start now.
They go back to their originally intended position of Kurt straddling Blaine's hips, and after Blaine reapplies a small amount of lube just in case, Kurt eases himself down on Blaine's cock, feeling his muscles tighten around him, not used to the feeling of Blaine's fucking dick slowly going deeper inside of him.
"H-Holy shit."
Blaine's eyes close for a moment as Kurt shudders, both of them getting used to the feeling again. His hands go to Kurt's hips to give him support, and once Kurt thinks he's good, he lifts himself slowly off a few inches before starting to press back down on Blaine's cock.
Their rhythm builds up after a few minutes, the pain being erased by pleasure, and just like that, they're right back to their old habits in no time as Blaine grabs his ass firmly and whispers dirty words of encouragement that make Kurt begrudgingly become more aroused.
"Fuck, Kurt, you're so fucking hot..."
The harder Blaine goes, the more Kurt remembers that ow, he's not used to this yet, and fuck, it hurts but it feels so good. Fortunately, when Blaine takes one of his hands off Kurt's hips to wrap around Kurt's cock, Kurt's able to get into it again, riding himself down on Blaine's cock with Blaine's hand pumping him in time with his thrusts.
They come at almost the same time, Kurt coming as Blaine roughly thrusts into him a few times as he rides out his orgasm. Blaine stays in him until Kurt's feeling like collapsing on top of him.
"Fuck my life."
Blaine chuckles quietly, remembering there are such things as parents in his house, and cleans himself off with the tissues on his side table, handing a few to Kurt. "I think I just did."
Kurt's too tired to glare at Blaine as he watches him get up to go to the bathroom.
"Why're you're go...hmm... never mind." Kurt's done. He's just done.
Blaine laughs lazily and walks carefully over to the bed, feeling just as weak in the knees if not more than Kurt. "What're you saying?" He smiles and pecks his lips, leaning against Kurt, because he's not able to keep himself up.
Kurt uses one hand to push him back. "Just go to the bathroom. Go."
Blaine grins and kisses Kurt's cheek before leaving his bedroom naked, not thinking his parents will be up any time soon, since it's now three in the morning. He doesn't think he has the will power to get dressed right now, anyway.
When he comes back from the bathroom, Kurt is snug under the blankets, his body preparing to be sore in the morning, but for now, he's not too bad.
Blaine smiles and wraps an arm around Kurt as he joins him under the blankets. "That was..."
"Enjoyable."
"Agreed." Blaine brings Kurt's hand up to his lips to kiss it. "Only, I kind of wish we waited--not like I'm upset or anything--but damn, I really wanted to win the seven dates thing. It was a cool idea."
Kurt lies in silence, trying to not get annoyed, but as the silence lingers on, he can't help it, because Blaine's missing the point again. He's not thinking about it from a romantic prospective, just a game. Consequently, in order to let his frustration build up in privacy, Kurt turns on his side facing away from Blaine.
"Oh, that's what it was about? Going on dates was just a fun challenge, but now we can get back to fucking and acting like friends? Great, Blaine. Thanks."
"What? No! I didn't mean it like that, I'm just saying that--"
"No, you said you really wanted to win, so that's what you thought this entire month was: A game."
"Kurt, you're not even trying to listen to what I have to say. Let me talk, please."
"...Fine." Kurt turns back towards him, scooting back over.
"I'm just saying that you designed this challenge for us, and I ended up having a lot more fun planning dates and being cute with each other, so I get that, but what I'm saying is that if we decided on seven dates, then we should have held true to it. Not as part of a game, but because... Because we should have."
Kurt looks down, holding Blaine's hand in his own. "It wasn't about the dates, Blaine. The dates were just there to keep us on track, to remind you of why you actually want to be with me and to remind me of the same. It was about loving each other and having fun again, not trying to win at something or to prove we could do it."
"...Well, damn, Kurt. Next time you want me to love you--which I obviously do!--you should mention what the point of it is because you get me fixated on the freaking aspect of dating!"
"I'm pretty sure I said something about it... I didn't deceive you..." Kurt mumbles back, letting go of Blaine's hand.
Blaine bites his lip when Kurt takes his hand away. He finds Kurt's hand under the blanket again and holds it. "No, I'm sorry, I-I know. Shit. I guess I did need the challenge to remind me; that was a good idea, okay? I'm sorry."
Kurt recognizes that the tone in Blaine's voice isn't just apologetic--it's something close to fear. Kurt says the only thing he can think of that will reassure Blaine that Kurt is not trying to criticize him or planning on breaking up with him.
"Bear?"
Blaine holds his hand tighter. "...Hm?"
Kurt sighs, rubbing his thumb over Blaine's knuckles. "We don't need to be fighting about this. We were just thinking differently about it, but I can see where you're coming from, so I hope you can see what I mean, too. I think we're almost saying the same thing, so it's fine. It's not like we're debating about anything negative, so why debate at all?"
Blaine gets closer to him. The way his eyes get big and uncertain while not looking directly at Kurt reminds Kurt of the first few times Blaine came into glee club at McKinley--small, vulnerable, and am I going to fit in?
"...Because you're always right, and I don't know why I pretend to think I know anything. You always just... you know what's right. I'm sorry. I never do."
Why's he getting so insecure tonight? We just had amazing sex.
What's worrying Kurt the most is that every time Blaine's apologized tonight, he doesn't sound like he's actually apologizing to anyone. Saying sorry is sounding more like "I'm sorry that I'm such a fuck up".
"Blaine, why are you doubting yourself? I am not always right. I can come up with five major things that I have been terribly wrong about in the last semester at least."
Blaine sighs, letting go of Kurt's hand and snuggling towards him. "No, you know, I don't want to hear about the things you think you've done wrong. You had a reason for doing them, Kurt, and it's just... it's me. You wouldn't have wanted Nick if I'd been a better boyfriend all summer and took you on dates. We wouldn't have to have arguments all the time if I just thought harder about who you wanted me to think like. I... I'm just stuck. I've felt like this all year, pretty much. I don't know what to do about it. I'm sorry."
It breaks Kurt's heart even more to hear how small Blaine sounds when he speaks. This isn't the Blaine that's been smiling for years and singing around their dorm to practice for the musical. This isn't that part of Blaine. Maybe this is the part of Blaine that is always kept hidden, for fear that if Blaine let Kurt know what he's truly scared about, then maybe Kurt would just go away for good.
"Blaine."
Blaine moves away from him, enough to feel like he's on his own island even though Kurt's inches from him in the bed. "I just can't stop doing or saying stupid things. I can't focus in school anymore, I barely feel like writing, and Jersey Boys is the only thing I feel remotely focused on."
Kurt speaks softly in hopes that Blaine will be able to tell him what he's really thinking. "Why are you feeling this way, you think?"
Blaine's arms fold, and he turns back on his side to face Kurt, because it's too cold to face the other way. His voice is soft. "I think... I think that eventually, everyone will go away. I'm not close to everyone I was in high school; they're still more of your friends, and I don't really connect with the Warbler guys anymore. I-I don't even have my parents, not how I wish I did. A-All I have is you... and it scares me so much that I could lose you so fast.
"And I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you that. I know how clingy that sounds, and it's..." He pauses for a moment to think of what to say, but just ends up shrugging the dialogue away.
Word vomit or just vomit wants to come out of Kurt's mouth, but he holds it in to think of actual words, because if he doesn't say something to make Blaine believe he is loved right this second, then who knows what will happen?
"...I, Blaine, how could you ever think things like that? My friends? They're our friends! You talk to Mike way more than I do, right? You guys are going to hang out over break still. It's just that everyone is so busy with school, you know? This is what college does. You make new friends, and then you hold on to the old ones that will always matter. You have so much to offer the world... You're just getting started."
Kurt can't even wrap his head around the idea that Blaine is seriously terrified of losing him--that he thinks Kurt would actually want to stop seeing him, stop knowing him. That's a fate worse than death. It's more ridiculous than believing that aliens from Saturn's moon, Titan, created Nutella and found a way to bring it to Earth to make humans get so unhealthy by eating the delicious spread of goodness with every other fattening thing, so hey could then eat Nutella-ized humans. Though, if I read even one scientific article about that, I might believe it.
Frowning, Kurt pulls him close to him, his heart breaking as Blaine doesn't respond and just lets his face be gently planted in Kurt's chest.
"...You mean more to me than anyone else. I love you, and there's nothing worse to me, Blaine, than thinking that you don't believe me when I say I'm never going to leave you--no matter what happens with our romantic, sexual, whatever relationship, I'm always going to be right here. You're not stuck other than being stuck with me, all right?"
When Blaine doesn't say anything for about a minute, Kurt decides to ask him a question to get him talking.
"You said you've felt trapped this year? Is it just about friends and family?"
Blaine sighs, feeling slightly more comfortable to open up. "It's just all that and the future. I don't know. I'm working myself up and not really doing anything about it."
Kurt smiles sadly and rubs his thumb over Blaine's. "Well, I think having a job, going to school, being a lead in a musical, and having a hot piece of ass next to you that loves you more than anything is pretty damn successful sounding. Even if you weren't doing all of that or didn't have this hot piece of ass, you're still you. You're still amazing, Blaine."
When Blaine starts breathing a little heavier, Kurt can tell he's getting himself worked up, so Kurt instinctively holds him closer to him, threading his fingers through his hair. He kisses the top of Blaine's curly hair, their legs tangling together to provide extra warmth. Blaine kisses Kurt's bare chest and mumbles something Kurt has to listen closely to hear.
"You're amazing, too..."
Kurt laughs slightly and holds him a little tighter to make sure Blaine knows that Kurt's not going anywhere. "Yeah, so we're both amazing, and when we want to, we make a pretty amazing team, don't we?"
Blaine bites his lip and lifts his head up to look into Kurt's eyes. "We are an amazing team."
What did I ever do to find the love of my life this early? ...And don't you dare take Blaine away from me, World. I will fucking murder you in your sleep. Or at least piss in your oceans and stomp on all of your grass. Leave us be. It's bed time.
Kurt kisses the top of Blaine's head again before cuddling him in a more comfortable sleeping position. "If you want to talk more in the morning, I'd be more than happy to. No more hiding deep seated insecurities and brooding thoughts from each other unless it's something you feel you need to work out with yourself first, all right? Let me help you when you need it, Blaine. I won't criticize you for needing help or for telling me your problems. ...I'm just being a jerk when I say those kind of things, you know?"
"Yeah, I know... I'll try not to take things as personal. ...Kurt loves Blaine."
Smiling, Kurt makes sure the comforter is tucked under Blaine's side facing the wall and then holds him closer. "He really does."
~*~
"You know, next year, we should spend New Year's Eve with our other friends. The Warblers don't really do much but get drunk and take their shirts off. Besides, Thad doesn't even stay in contact with the hot ones. What ever happened to the one with the fro?"
Blaine's driving them to Thad's New Year's Eve party, and of course, the one time this year it snows a lot has to be the single time where Kurt doesn't feel like driving. Kurt is attempting to take a thirty minute nap in the car as they drive, but that is an utter lie. Stop talking, I'm trying to concentrate on not killing us in the snow.
"Wow, you don't even know his name? There were only seventeen of us when you were in there, Kurt! His name's Luke."
Kurt closes his eyes and smiles, hunching down in his seat quite comfortably. "I wanted to touch his fro all the time. I was too scared, though. He was so tall and vibrated 'cool'."
Blaine starts feeling very insufficient. "Remember the time we talked about you not talking about how hot other guys are when I'm present?"
Kurt's eyes open, and he turns his head over to look at Blaine feeling uncomfortable. "...Your penis is fine, Blaine. I like it."
"Kurt, are you insinuating that Luke has a big dick, because he's black? That's racist."
"Blaine... No. I simply dove into your mind and knew you were feeling insecure about your penis, because you were assuming I was thinking about Luke's cock size. That's why I made the penis comment."
"Why'd you call my dick a penis and his a cock? In your head, do you think of the word 'cock' when thinking about a larger one? Huh? I feel offended. I thought you said mine was big. I am hurt. You lied. I am hurt from your lying."
Kurt narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side to try to understand where his boy-almost-friend is coming from. "...Do we need to get the ruler out again? Jesus. And no, I don't think he has a big dick because of his skin color, I know he has a big dick because Nick told me over the summer that he did."
"...What?"
"Nick had gym with him, and in the showers, our dear Nicholas is quite a pervert. But good news for me, right? Now, I know what I'm missing."
Two can play at this game. I'm not supposed to take this shit personal anymore, right?
"Yeah? Well, I heard David has a big cock, too. You know, he was always rooting for me to get the solos, so... I bet he totally wants me."
On the inside, Kurt jumps for joy that Blaine is trying to keep up with their playful banter, but on the outside, he keeps a straight face as best as possible.
"Oh, yeah, I bet he's just rooting for his cock to go up your ass. What about Thad? He wants you."
Blaine stops at a red light just as their about to get to Thad's house. He turns to Kurt and gives him the look. "Kurt... That's not nice. Thad really does want me."
"You're just jealous that I'm winning. But yeah, that was mean, sorry. You should let him kiss you tonight."
Blaine smiles and turns his attention back towards the road as the light turns green again. "Nah, I'm just getting started. Wait 'til I'm drunk. I'll rock your socks off with my wit of fury. And no, Thad deserves to be kissed by someone who loves him."
"I hope you rock other things of mine when you're drunk, actually. But I guess you're right. You gentleman you. Trent loves him. They should fuck."
"I think they might be dating soon, actually."
"Why are all the Warblers gay besides the ones I like?"
Blaine sighs. "Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine? Don't you dare tell me to shut up, though."
"...Hi."
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Thad instructed them earlier to just let themselves into his house, so right now, Kurt and Blaine are coming down the stairs of the basement to join the rest of the party. Kurt smirks as he stares at Blaine's favorite maroon cardigan from behind. "Remember the first time anyone from New Directions ever saw you outside of your Warblers jacket was when you were drunk in Rachel's basement?"
Though it's been well over four years since the incident, Blaine still blushes like always and sighs, shaking his head. "Yeah, you just keep bringing it up..."
Smiling when Blaine turns around to playfully glare at him, Kurt lets go of Blaine's hand that he was holding as soon as they get to the bottom of the stairs. "We're not together yet, okay?" he whispers.
Blaine smirks and leans into Kurt's ear before they turn the corner. "Oh, so you don't want to have sex with me tonight?"
Kurt gasps and pulls Blaine's arm back on the stairs. "Blaine. Dean. Anderson. Don't you ever joke about that."
Not a second later, Nick walks from the around the corner with a pint of whiskey in hand, smirking at the two. "So, that's Blaine's middle name? Nice. I never knew."
Kurt notices that Nick must have dyed his hair a little darker or maybe it's just the purposely dimmed lighting in the basement that makes his hair look that way. Either way, there's no denying that Nick looks good tonight dressed in one of his infinite gray hooded thermals and his Nick Pants. Fuck off.
However, there's something strange about Nick that Kurt can't quite figure out.
"Well! Someone finally looks like they haven't been kicked to shit! Skiing was good then?" Blaine smiles, talking a bit deeper and louder to enhance his masculinity to be in constant competition with Nick.
Before Nick can say something snarky back, Jeff pops up from behind him, looking cuter than ever in a light blue V-neck and his white skinny jeans. Jeff's smiling, Nick's smiling, and no one is really drunk yet.
Did they fuck already?
Kurt looks at Nick for confirmation, but Nick's already shaking his head at Blaine in secrecy as Jeff starts rambling about getting them all to play karaoke.
Blaine, you're such a jerk. You're telepathic with Nick, but you can't read my mind when I want to have sex? That's bullshit. Pure bullshit.
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Karaoke only lasts three songs before it's already eleven o'clock and everyone wants to start drinking before the ball drops. Thad managed to get more than just the Warblers to come to the party--Wes brought his girlfriend, David brought some of his and Jeff's friends from State, Jeff invited Robin and some of her friends, and Thad of course told Trent, Adam, and a few of the Warblers to bring people that were 21 or older, so they can get more booze if needed.
Thinking back to earlier discussions, Kurt knows that Blaine wants to spend more time with his friends--his friends as in Blaine's friends, because yes, Blaine, they're your freaking friends too--so Kurt texts Tina, knowing she's at a party with Mike and some other friends.
Hey, darlin', how are you doing tonight? :)
Kurt!!!! I'm doing great! How are you??
I'm kind of bored, honestly, but hey, have you been drinking or no? If no, you should tell Mike, Mercedes, Sam, and whoever else you're with to come to Thad Warbler's big house party. Free drinks and sexiness for all whom enter.
Free alcohol you say? Why, Kurt, you take my breath away. I'll ask Mike! I think he remembers how to get there. We'll be there before next year! :P
Thirty minutes before the new year starts, Tina and Mike show up with Mercedes and Sam, and Mercedes says that Rachel and Finn are on their way as soon as Rachel's dads let them leave the Berry household party. Kurt is hoping that being around all his friends again will make Blaine realize he has a lot of people that love him. You better fucking believe it.
Kurt gets the text from Tina that they're at Thad's door. "Heeyy, Blaaiine, go answer the door..."
Blaine's sitting on the couch, drinking Nick's whiskey in secrecy since Nick's too busy flirting with Jeff to notice. "Why? Who's here?"
On cue, Blaine's phone vibrates and Blaine opens his phone curiously to see who texted him. Kurt waits for his response before saying anything. After reading the text from who Kurt assumes is Mike, Blaine's face lights up like a Christmas tree.
"Kurt! Mike's here!"
Kurt watches Blaine grin and practically jump off the couch. "How did you know?!"
A shrug. "Just working my magical powers is all. You should go let them in."
Blaine's grin is contagious as he spreads it to Kurt after he leans down to kiss him on the cheek. "It's a New Year's Eve miracle."
"Those doesn't hap--oh, okay. You're gone already. I see how it is."
Kurt sighs as Blaine's running up the stairs, hopefully not tripping, and waits for the chaos to begin by the bar.
Chapter 7c Part 3
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Rating: NC-17 (NC-17 this part!)
Spoilers: 2x15
Word Count: 10,433/26,264 (chapter total)
Warnings: College AU, language, sexual situations of the such, underage drinking, triple angst, major Klaine, major Niff, Nick/Kurt, Blaine/Jeff, Kurt/Warbler(Jon Hall's character), cheating, frat boys, drug use (minor now)
Summary: "Original Songs" never happened, and Kurt and Blaine didn't start dating until their freshman year of college when they were roommates. At the end of their freshman summer, Kurt did something he really regrets, and now it's sophomore year, and bad decisions are about to be made, mostly out of love. It's college, and sometimes, getting a blow job is way more important than studying.
Author's Notes: This is the third addition in the Great Romances of the 21st Century 'verse. Freshman year = GROT21C(59+K)/Summer before sophomore year = Summer Skin(34+K). If you want to skip right in and not read either story, here's a summary of both. Masterlist!
star55 and teaboytoaliens beta this story and my life.
Chapter Summary: Nick and Jeff finally have their movie date, but things take a surprising turn for both of them in different ways. Two celebrated holidays bring the couples closer, and it's cold outside and such.
Songs for this part:
"Sand in Your Shoes" by This Providence for fluffy Niff
"Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" by Death Cab for Cutie for all the luffs and fluffs
"Safe and Sound" by Azure Ray for cuddles and sexy time
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2a | Chapter 2b | Chapter 3a | Chapter 3b | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 Part 1 A | Chapter 5 Part 1 B | Chapter 5 Part 2 A | Chapter 5 Part 2 B | Chapter 6a | Chapter 6b | Chapter 7a | Chapter 7b | Chapter 7c Part 1
Kurt's wearing a red and white striped scarf as he drives over to Blaine's in the snow, and he's now just realizing as he parks on the side of Blaine's house that the scarf plus his white sweater make him look sort of like Waldo. Blaine won't notice. He hasn't been that observant of my layers of clothes since we haven't been sleeping together.
It's the first time in a long time that Kurt's actually planned to go inside Blaine's house, so he's a little nervous to do so. He's had the feeling in the few times he's talked to Blaine's parents that they don't like him very much, and that doesn't make him feel very good at all. Blaine, unfortunately, won't let the subject be talked about much.
As Blaine comes out of his house to greet Kurt, he grins and gives Kurt a gingerbread cookie before hugging him tightly.
"You look deliciously like Waldo."
Kurt glares at himself for not taking the scarf off and then continues to give his glare to Blaine, forgetting for a moment his nervousness about sleeping over Blaine's.
"No 'Merry Christmas, sexy' instead?"
"I said 'deliciously'! That implies that I think you're looking good tonight!"
"But not sexy?"
Blaine stands back to look at Kurt, checking him out from head to foot.
Slightly amused, Kurt taps his foot with impatience as he crosses his arms. "Well? What's the verdict?"
Blaine smirks, putting his hands on Kurt's hip, and then slowly, he backs him into the snowy brick of the house, his lips barely ghosting Kurt's as he presses him harder into the wall. Kurt bites his lip, needing to watch as Blaine's hand makes its way down to rest on the zipper of his jeans. Kurt can't help but arch his back a little to try and get Blaine to start rubbing him. There's only so much his mind can manage without being reduced to sex. Fuck me against your house. Now.
Satisfied with his amount of teasing, Blaine goes to peck Kurt's lips softly, but then laughs when Kurt tries to deepen the kiss.
"Hey, now, it's pretty cold out, don't you think we should go inside for that?" Blaine smiles playfully, trying to get Kurt to smile with him.
Kurt will have none of that just yet.
"You didn't tell me if I was sexy or not. You simply looked at me like a sex object and then hovered your hand over my clothed penis. Don't smile at me, jerk."
Blaine goes back to laughing, hugging Kurt even though he just slightly insulted him. However, he should know that Kurt's not being serious. If Kurt were meaning it to be taken seriously, he'd have called him a harsher name. You asshole. You double asshole. Triple. ...Oh my god. What if Blaine had three assholes? That would give 'threesome' a whole new meaning.
Shut the fuck up. Right now.
Continuing to smile, Blaine backs away from the brick but holds his hand out for Kurt's. "Wanna take a winter walk with me, Sexy Pants?"
I'm still thinking about your three assholes, and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. But okay.
"Okay."
Blaine pretends that sounded more enthusiastic in his head.
They get to the end of Blaine's street in silence, but then Kurt starts talking about Finn's new idea of becoming a football coach back at McKinley to inspire the students like how he was inspired back in high school. It's weird to Blaine that if it weren't for his family coming over for dinner, he wouldn't have felt like it was Christmas even a little bit. This whole month--hell, this whole year--has been about Kurt for him. Sure, the musical's coming up in February and he's still trying to type out a few short stories and poems, but none of that would be half as exciting or important if Kurt wasn't always here experiencing all of it with him. If Kurt will be the only college memory Blaine has, Blaine thinks he'll be fine with that.
And there it is--the idea of living a life without Kurt. If, for some reason, they are to break up or stop talking, Blaine will have to find someone new to confide in and to want to kiss. More importantly, Blaine will have to find someone that isn't Kurt.
No.
Blaine stops Kurt mid-sentence by squeezing his hand hard.
"Ow!" Kurt says.
Blaine gasps quietly and unlaces their fingers immediately. I didn't even know we started holding hands.
Kurt seems confused, also wondering how their fingers got like that without them noticing. Stupid automatic hand holding moment. Those are for chums. We are currently chums.
"Kurt."
"Blaine?"
"...First, I didn't mean to squeeze your hand, but like, we can never not be friends, okay?"
Kurt stares at him curiously for a moment, but then as the silence lingers, he looks a little bit unsure. "What about being together? Do you not want that anymore?"
Blaine looks at him like he's just said, "yes, I find overalls on a man to be quite sexy". What is Kurt thinking?
"...How did you get that out of what I just said? I want to be with you, know you forever, and be your best friend. You're always going to be the best person in my life."
Kurt's not sure he was prepared to be told such things tonight. Or ever. Even if that's what he truly wants. Or is it? Either way, he wasn't prepared to have a cardboard box delivered to him that reads 'FRAGILE: Blaine Anderson's heart inside' on the sticker label. Kurt knows he's supposed to say something reassuring back to him, but the words won't come out. Language has its limitations. "Wow. ...Really?"
Blaine gets quiet for a moment, feeling a bit hurt by thinking Kurt's not going to say the same thing back to him. I just feel like I can tell you anything. Is that wrong?
He looks down at the pavement. "Should I apologize for making you feel awkward now?"
As always, Kurt wants to kick himself for not being able to let his guard completely down around Blaine, and he also wants to be mad at Blaine for not being able to read his freaking mind. God, it'd be so much easier if you could. But actually, no, don't do that.
They take lack of communication to a whole new level.
"What? No. Why should you ever apologize for that? And you didn't make me feel awkward. ...I'm just not used to hearing you say things like that. I never really know what you're thinking. I'm just surprised is all."
"What? How? You read the ending of that story I wrote last year, didn't you? It basically says that I'm in love with my best friend. Do I make you doubt that?"
This conversation is starting to make Kurt feel uncomfortable.
When did you get so close to me? When did it start snowing again?
"...Well, yes. I'm not a mind reader, Blaine. I don't know when you might get annoyed with me or when I say the wrong things. I don't know if I'm always making you happy."
"But Kurt, you don't always make me happy. That's kind of the point of love, right? You forgive and you let go of the little things that make you angry, because you know deep down that you love that person, and you'd definitely rather have them in your life than not. ...I've always felt that way. And hey, don't you always get annoyed with me?"
Don't propose to me right now. I might pass out.
"...I feel like there's a conversation we had over the summer where you doubted my love for you, and then I told you pretty much what you're telling me now. Why do we always do this? Change roles?"
Despite the concerned puppy eyes Blaine was just giving Kurt, the light in his eyes starts to turn playful and he smirks. "I thought it was pretty obvious."
It's cold outside, and Kurt's thinking too many things now to play Blaine's guessing game. "No. It's not. What is it?"
"We're the same person, silly."
Anticlimactic. "That is entirely false, Blaine." Holy fuck, do you really love me this much? How? Why? What did I do to make you so sure? When will you change your mind?
"Kurt, it's Christmas, can't you just let me say one cheesy thing without shooting me down for it?"
"Blaine, I love you, therefore, I can't let you go around thinking that it's okay to say things when it's not. Like telling me you have an alter ego that buys condoms. That's beyond ridiculous."
"Clem Anderson means business, Kurt. I wouldn't bring that up again."
"Okay, whatever. It's cold. Why are we having his conversation out here? Let's turn around now."
They turn around on the sidewalk back towards Blaine's house, and it only takes Blaine a few steps before he's already thinking of what's going to happen when they get inside. Why can't Kurt be comfortable with him? He's always trying to make everything a joke, and even though Blaine thinks he knows why, he really wishes it wasn't this way. If anything, Blaine should be the one with his guard up still, he thinks. Kurt cheated on him before they were even dating a year, but we're not thinking about the past anymore. Blaine knows that Kurt sees him better than any other living person, so why doesn't Kurt know that of Blaine?
When they get inside, it's passed midnight, and the house is quiet. Blaine's parents are probably in their room reading or watching TV, but Blaine's just glad that he doesn't have to see them give him the look for having Kurt spend the night. That's something he still has to discuss with them. You don't even know that I'm in love with him. How can you possibly know me?
Smiling a little less now, Blaine glances over at the one person that truly makes him feel at home. The walk back was quiet, and Kurt still hasn't said a thing. Maybe Blaine really should learn to keep to himself. It'd be better for everyone. Still, it's his duty to make Kurt feel better if he feels he has to. God, when did Blaine get so nervous?
"You know, I didn't just say all those things about loving you to freak you out or make you think that I'm expecting us to get married next week. I just wanted to say out loud, to you, that I'm really happy with how things are going. ...Would you say the same?"
He waits hesitantly for a response, half expecting Kurt to list off a bunch of problems he has with Blaine. What should I fix about me now? What would you like to see differently?
He sees that Kurt's hesitating, too.
"I do say the same. God, I love you... a lot... but I--"
"I know. You don't want to make that sort of commitment right now. I-It's okay, Kurt."
Why did I tell you to come over? This was a terrible idea. My parents are going to be up before us in the morning, and then mom will see your car when she goes to get the paper, so she'll stay in her study all morning until she hears you leave. And then they'll continue to pretend that you don't exist. But then I can pretend that I don't, either.
Blaine attempts to smile understandingly at Kurt before he sits down on the floor by the kitchen counter. It's where he used to sit when he was really little, pressing his little back against the cupboard, sometimes holding it open to see what was really under the sink. He liked crying in the kitchen at night, because the Anderson kitchen is connected to the living room, the hall leading to the front door, and to the hall leading to the rest of the house. If one of his parents just happened to be walking by any of those doors, they'd hear him crying and come comfort him. They only heard him a few times, but even on the times they didn't, Blaine would ruffle his own hair and pretend that they at least heard him and knew he was sad or upset about something.
He can feel himself wanting to get quiet, but Kurt's here, at his house for the first time in a long time, and he really needs to make the best of it. That's kind of hard though when Kurt's getting the look like they're about to come to a disagreement and he's getting worked up about it.
Please don't get upset over something I said, Kurt. I can say something dumb right now and you can criticize me, if you'd like? That usually makes you feel better. Forget that I said I needed you.
Suddenly, Kurt's sitting next to him on the floor and taking Blaine's hand in his own. It's confusing to Blaine, because Kurt doesn't look at him, just holds his hand tighter and stares straight ahead at the rest of the kitchen.
"You're really special, Blaine."
"...Thank you." Blaine feels a tightening in his throat.
"You should say, 'I know'," Kurt says softly.
"I--Kurt. Why?"
Finally, Kurt looks at him and what he does makes Blaine's heart want to stop. He watches as Kurt glances at one of Blaine's curls that are probably sticking out, and then sees his eyes flicker to his lips before smiling. Kurt's eyes are the brightest Blaine's ever seen them.
"Have I ever told you why it's so easy to always pick you?"
Always pick me over everyone else? Nick? Trevor? Nick's horses?
"No, why's it so easy?"
Kurt's smile widens as he reaches his arm across Blaine's body to hold Blaine's other hand, so he's now holding both of them.
"Because you try. You try so hard to be the best, sometimes, Blaine. But the best part? You don't know that you already are."
Blaine doesn't know what to say yet, and he thinks that Kurt knows it too, because Kurt continues.
"Being in college, constantly learning new things and changing my mind... It's almost comforting to know that I don't know what I'm doing. We shouldn't have to. We're young, and we base everything we want off our love and our passions. ...Do I want to be with you forever? I do. But when we're talking about it, I want us to be as realistic about it as possible.
"We don't know what the future's going to be like, and that's anywhere from tomorrow to twenty years down the road and counting. That's why I think we should take it as we see it. Everything's eventually got to work out, right?"
Maybe it's just because it's Christmas, but Blaine's feeling extra sentimental tonight, sitting on his kitchen floor with his favorite person telling him what he's needed to hear for an awful long time. As soon as Kurt leans slowly over to kiss him on the cheek, an unintended tear falls down, making Blaine blush. It only makes Kurt smile and make what Blaine would classify as a sort of "aww" sound.
Kurt wraps his arms around him and lets Blaine's head rest on his shoulder as Blaine starts to silently cry. It only makes Kurt hug him tighter.
When Kurt pulls Blaine's head back to see how sad he really looks, he can't help but laugh from being surprised at how red Blaine's face is. Blaine's eyelashes are darkened from wet tears and his bottom lip is lightly trembling. Kurt gives him a playful frown, and then kisses Blaine's bottom lip quickly, bringing him in for more hugs.
"Sweetie, why are you crying?" Kurt whispers.
Blaine shrugs into him as he sniffles, pulling back only to look at Kurt like all he wants to be doing is hugging him again. "I just..." He shakes his head and tries wiping some of his tears away. "I love you so much. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry."
Kurt laughs, rubbing his arm lightly for comfort. "Shh, don't be sorry. But why are you crying? That's a happy thing. I love you, too..."
Blaine nods into him. "You're the greatest."
Kurt laughs quietly again, making warm fuzzy feelings travel through Blaine's body.
"Bear..."
"Bear is cold. Take me to my room, Kurt."
Kurt smiles and takes his hand, bringing it up to kiss Blaine's palm. "This better not be a ploy to getting to sleep with me sooner. You should be an actor if you are."
Blaine just starts frowning again and shakes his hand, resting his head back on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smirks and rubs his back for a few minutes before they get up to quietly go to Blaine's room. When Kurt opens the door, neither of them bothers to turn on the light, since they both silently agree that the harshness of the light would break the soft and loving mood they're trying to create. After they leave their coats hanging off Blaine's computer chair and take their shoes off, they head straight for the bed. As soon as their under the covers, Blaine finds Kurt's hand under the sheets and brings it to rest comfortably on Blaine's hip, so Blaine can snuggle into him.
A few moments of silence pass by before Kurt even dares to feel the skin under Blaine's shirt. When Blaine feels Kurt's finger tips smoothing over his stomach he can't help but angle slightly towards him, leaning into the touch. After that one touch, things quickly turn from soft sighs and sweetness to something that is much more common for a dark bedroom occupied by two teenage boys that like to see each other naked.
Your hands would feel so good on me.
Blaine moves closer to him until Kurt takes the hint to let their legs intertwine. They lie there for a few minutes, just holding each other, until Kurt suggests they change into looser clothes. At first, Blaine's surprised that Kurt forgot to bring his famous silk pajamas, but then that's not an issue at all, because when Kurt said looser he meant less layers.
Kurt takes his sweater off, leaving only an undershirt on underneath. Blaine smiles and takes his cardigan off, followed by his pants as he drops them over the edge of his bed. I don't need these things.
Smiling, Kurt stays turned on his side, watching Blaine get settled back under the covers. It's only the second time over break that they've got to cuddle, so Kurt wants to take full advantage of tonight. He knows it's technically his turn to take off his pants like Blaine did, but that would be embarrassing. Kurt realized earlier that wearing a white sweater with a red and white striped scarf was enough to make Blaine notice he looked like Waldo, but his freaking American Apparel underwear is red with the white outline, and god, that would be so embarrassing if Blaine also commented on that. God, why do I put myself in these situations? Fuck you, Christmas themed clothing.
When Blaine turns on his side to smile back at Kurt, there's the definite look in his eyes that says he's wondering why Kurt didn't take his pants off yet, and if Kurt doesn't act soon, Blaine's going to ask if--
"I know we still have a seventh date, but I really wish we could take our clothes off."
--if they can take their fucking clothes off.
You'd think Kurt would care about the sexual aspect that is strongly hinted at once bodies are naked and resting close to one another, but no. He just doesn't want Blaine to see his fucking red underwear. I could have worn the blue ones, but no...
However, maybe Kurt can forget about things that annoy him tonight and focus on the warm and attractive Blaine that is lying next to him. It's a possibility.
Kurt sits up, gracefully lifting his shirt up and folding it to go on the side table next to the bed. When Blaine can see Kurt's hip bones as Kurt's struggling to get out of his tight jeans, he feels a sort of arousal he hasn't felt in a really long time from just looking and not also touching himself. I want to suck things of yours with that of an intensity of a thousand suns.
Before Kurt can pull his pants passed his ankles, Blaine moves to kneel behind him, leaning down to smooth his hands over his sides, sliding them down to rub over his inner thighs. Kurt feels a wave of heat run through his body when Blaine's hands rub harder at the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to brushing past his balls. Despite wanting to further the contact, Kurt smirks and leans against him to feel Blaine's chest pressing against his shoulder blades.
"What happened to just cuddling?"
Suddenly, Blaine stops rubbing and moves his hands up, using one of them to turn Kurt's chin so Blaine can tilt his head to the side and kiss him. When Blaine breaks the small passionate kiss, Kurt opens his eyes and is greeted with Blaine's bedroom eyes--thick lashes making the brown in his eyes darken to perfection. I remember when I thought your eyes were every color of the rainbow. Blaine's eyes are soft while managing to simultaneously hold his every intent to creatively melt every inch of Kurt's body. Consequently, Kurt shuts up, letting Blaine move around him to crawl on top of him.
Kurt first tries to suck on Blaine's bottom lip as their lips meet by crashing together, but Blaine's starting to grind into him now, making him focus slightly less on kissing. A hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and Kurt can't help but smile as he feels light kisses being pressed to his cheek down to his neck, Blaine's mouth connecting harder to Kurt's neck but sucking light enough to not leave any marks. It leaves his skin tingling even as Blaine scoots down his body, and the blood that's transferring to south of the equator makes him even more anxious to find out where Blaine's head is going.
Two soft kisses are pressed to Kurt's navel, making his hips involuntarily arch up. Blaine smirks when he feels Kurt trying hard not to move his hips around, but god and oh escape between his lips, Kurt not being able to silence himself. Blaine keeps a firm grip on Kurt's hip with one hand, licking his tongue over Kurt's hip bone and continuing to rub his hand over Kurt's inner thigh with his free hand.
"You're perfect." Blaine says in a quiet, huskier voice. Kurt knows as soon as he hears Blaine's voice get deeper that he's on the verge of having an angry and emotional breakdown moment or he's getting ready to fuck Kurt's brains out with rhythmic thrusts and dirty words. Get in me. Now.
Kurt moans softly as Blaine's hand slides under the waistband of his underwear to wrap his hand around Kurt's already semi-hard cock. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he feels Blaine's hand working him, grateful of the fact that Blaine still knows exactly how to make him feel good. Scooting his head down further, Blaine starts sucking a patch of skin near Kurt's inner thigh, his hands working on sliding Kurt's briefs off.
"Oh, god..."
Smirking, Blaine's mouth replaces his hand, sucking on the head of Kurt's cock, flattening his tongue down the base to take as much of him in his mouth as possible. Blaine's aware of how his lips must feel wrapped around Kurt's cock, how hard Kurt started off in his hand to how large and thick he feels now, and he feels even more turned on by the fact that every time he starts to lift his head up Kurt's hand is there to ease his mouth back down on him.
Kurt moans his name softly, leaning forward to thread his fingers through Blaine's hair as he starts controlling just how much of his cock gets shoved into Blaine's mouth. Blaine doesn't seem to mind, in fact, all logic leads Kurt to believing that Blaine's harder now than he was thirty seconds ago.
"Don't stop. Fuck, this feels amazing. You're so fucking good, Blaine..."
Needing to breathe, Blaine pulls his head back as best he can to whimper for more air. "Fu-uck." He lets out before his lips are met with the head of Kurt's cock again. Kurt's words make his cock twitch, and as Blaine brings his mouth down around him once more, he reaches his hand down his boxers to try to jerk himself off in time with the bobbing of his head on Kurt's cock. Fuck, who are you and what have you done with Kurt "I'm too good for dirty talk" Hummel?
When Kurt lets up on the hair squeezing, Blaine feels compelled to scoot up Kurt's body to kiss him, to which Kurt gladly pulls him closer to him to kiss him hard on the mouth. Their tongues rub together out of pure passion, but it doesn't take long for Kurt to break the kiss and replace his hand in Blaine's hair, encouraging him to continue kissing down again. Blaine merely complies by darting his tongue out to lick at Kurt's nipple, sucking kisses down his torso until he reaches his cock again. Kurt's hips arch up and his grip in Blaine's hair tightens, but he inwardly rolls his eyes when he can feel Blaine smirk against his skin before taking him into his mouth again. Kurt no longer cares. He just wants--wants Blaine to suck him like it's the only thing that matters, because right now, it fucking is all that matters to Kurt. He was ridiculous to think that he could stay away from Blaine's body for this long.
They know each other well enough, right? It's time to remember what it feels like for Blaine to thrust into him over and over again, not carrying about how loud they're being, because secretly, hearing the headboard slam against the wall of their dorm room turned Kurt on way more than he cared to admit to Blaine.
"Fuck, fuck, wait, stop."
Blaine pulls his mouth off him almost immediately, staring up at Kurt like he's just committed a serious crime and feels awful about it. Kurt stares at him for a moment, enjoying how quickly Blaine's eyes go from Yeah, I want to suck your cock all night, baby... to Oh my god, Kurt, I didn't mean to! My mouth just tripped!. Kurt smirks and brings Blaine up, not saying a word to him until he's got Blaine lying down on the bed and Kurt's scooting down to rest his hands on Blaine's boxers that are still surprisingly on. He thinks words don't need to be communicated for Blaine to know what to do.
A wave of relief goes across Blaine's face as he realizes that Kurt didn't want to stop what they were doing, but he just thought it was Blaine's turn now. Oh, okay, fair enough. How cool.
Kurt finally manages to feel Blaine through his boxers, realizing that he's just as hard as Kurt is without even being touched yet. Kurt smirks and rubs Blaine harder through his boxers, wanting Blaine to unravel before his hand actually starts touching him.
Blaine lets out a soft shaky sigh, moving Kurt's hand over his clothed erection further, spreading his legs apart to let Kurt kneel between them easier. He wants to say something about how much he loves Kurt, how comfortable he feels with doing this for the first time in months, but he doesn't think Kurt wants to hear that right now. He wants Blaine to be turned on--which he is, don't get him wrong--but Blaine's not sure this is what Kurt would want if he wasn't desperate for contact or extremely aroused right now.
Right before Kurt takes him in his mouth after sliding Blaine's boxers down, Blaine holds his chin up to make him look at him. "Wait, Kurt, are you sure about this?"
This position feels strangely familiar... Jeff. Fuck. That totally almost happened before. Jeff almost gave me a blowjob. How simultaneously hilarious and saddening.
Of course, Kurt glares in confusion. "What? This? Yeah, pretty much. There's not much to it, Blaine."
Right, back to Kurt...
"No, I mean, like, us having sex before the seventh date. Because I really did just want to cuddle naked, but of course we can never manage to just cuddle when we're like this. ...I don't want what we're doing now to wreck the value of having sex after the last date like we planned to."
Feeling Blaine's fingers gently holding his chin up, Kurt thinks about his words for a moment, but then looks down to see Blaine's straining cock. Bitch, no. I want you in me now. This isn't cool in the slightest.
However, Kurt's never been a fan of forcing a significant other to have sex with him when they don't want to hurt their beloved plans of love and triumph (not like that's ever been the case before, though), so he'll just have to make Blaine want it.
Kurt nods understandingly and sits up, still down by Blaine's legs. Blaine's still hard, thankfully, but by the look of Blaine's only slightly lusted over eyes, Kurt thinks he has less than three minutes before Blaine completely agrees to just cuddle tonight. It is not going down this way.
Smiling softly at him, Kurt sighs and scoots up to lie down on the bed next to Blaine. "You're right, baby. I'm glad you're thinking for the both of us. Here I am, just wanting to feel you pounding inside me, but you're right. That'd be wrong."
Kurt turns on his side facing away from Blaine, smirking as soon as he feels Blaine's hand rest on his side.
"...Kurt, it wouldn't be wrong, I'd just feel bad if our seventh date doesn't feel as special, because we broke our challenge."
So you're still looking at it like it's a game, Blaine? Nice. Glad to know that's the only reason you've been so patient.
Nodding against his pillow, Kurt stays turned on his side facing away from Blaine, hoping to provoke Blaine into touching him further. He knows that Blaine's sort of right, but that's just ridiculous in and of itself. They should have sex tonight to prove how ridiculous it is that Blaine's being the responsible one of the two. Kurt tries a new approach.
Sighing softly, Kurt doesn't say anything for a moment, building up the suspension. He pretends to feel a deep sadness, hoping that Blaine will feel the need to cuddle him as soon as the epic sadness reaches the air.
A couple seconds go by.
Feel my angsting, Blaine. Feel it.
Nothing.
Fuck me, you asshole.
Kurt scoots his back ever so slightly towards Blaine's. He makes his voice sound tired and innocent to hopefully make Blaine forget that pressing his semi-hard on against Kurt's ass won't do a thing in the world to make him feel like having sex.
"...Baby?"
Blaine's attention is reached. He scoots closer and rubs his hand down Kurt's side gently. "Yeah, baby?" Blaine whispers; Kurt can hear the smile in his voice.
Fuck, I'm awful. If Blaine really doesn't want to have sex tonight, I should just--
Kurt crushes his own thoughts before they continue. He bites his lip and reaches around to hold the hand that's on his side. Maybe telling Blaine how badly he wants to have sex is better than secretly being mad at him for not being a telepath.
"I just really want to feel your cock pressing up against my ass. Is that possible? You can say no... but I hope you won't."
Blaine laughs quietly but does move closer like Kurt asks. His grip on Kurt's hand tightens as he gently grinds into him from behind. "Like this...?"
Fully aware that Blaine's smirking without even having to look, Kurt's eyes automatically shut anyway, grinding back against Blaine's cock and imagining what it will be like in a few minutes to have Blaine thrusting in and out of him with his hands firmly on his ass. Kurt moans softly when the tip of Blaine's cock brushes against his hole, but when he tries to lean back on it, Blaine pulls away and sits up.
Annoyed that Blaine's going to start talking about responsibility and having dignity again, Kurt sits up with him to talk at eye level. However, once again on this night, Blaine reads Kurt's mind.
"If we're going to have sex, then we're going to do it right."
Kurt's confused. "...I'm confused. I mean, I know there's a right and absolutely wrong and painful way to ride your dick, but what are you saying?"
Blaine sighs and leans himself over to kiss Kurt. "First, can you stop talking about riding me? I mean, awesome, cool, but wait."
"...And secondly?"
Blaine smirks and kisses him again, this time much softer. "Be sweet with me first, and then we'll get into it, okay? Let's try it this way?"
As Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and pulls them both back down on the bed, Kurt can't help but giggle. "Sir, it's sounding like you want to make love... We are not prepared. There needs to be a bath tub scene with warm scented candles in the very least. I'm not a fan of rose petals, you know this, but--"
Blaine's lips suck in Kurt's bottom lip, forcing him to shut up. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Kurt... shut up. We don't have to be making love, but I want to have sex with the guy I do love. Sound okay to you?"
Kurt smiles and brings him on top of him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck as Blaine looks down at him skeptically. "It sounds decent. ...Who's the guy?"
Blaine answers this by kissing him softly on the lips, only grinding against Kurt enough to feel Kurt's cock brushing up against his thigh. It sends even more blood down to his own cock, threatening to make him come if their cocks start grinding together. When he tries to increase the distance between them, Kurt's hands go firmly to his ass, pressing Blaine's crotch back into his own to speed up the close contact. Blaine can't help but instinctively grind into him harder, feeling Kurt rock with him.
"Fuck, wait... This isn't like... I don't even know..."
Smirking out of his accomplishments for making Blaine dry hump him for all he's worth, Kurt starts thinking about all the possibilities that could happen to make this the best Christmas for both of them. He moans over the idea of riding Blaine's cock until they're both coming, watching Blaine thrust up and force Kurt's hips down when he's getting too into it and is lifting himself off his cock too far. Or maybe Blaine will want to hold his feet up, so he can watch how good he's making Kurt feel as he has full control over his rhythm, gripping Kurt's ass to hold him steady as he comes.
"Touch me, Kurt, please..."
Or maybe Kurt will just fucking die now, because Blaine fucking Anderson is rock hard and begging him to touch him.
Kurt's legs spread wider as he reaches forward to wrap his hand around Blaine's cock, whimpering when Blaine starts fucking his hand and holding his hips to make Kurt rock with him as they simulate actual penetration as best they can.
When Kurt takes his hand off him, he kneels up and encourages Blaine to turn them around to where Blaine's head is on the pillows and Kurt's hands are on his chest, grinding down on Blaine's cock. It's all feeling too good for Kurt, and he knows that Blaine wanted to kiss sweetly and bake cupcakes of love before getting down to getting off hard and rough, but hopefully, Blaine just forgot. Because there is no going back now.
Words. Words. Kurt needs them.
He asks Blaine where the lube is before sliding off him for a moment so Blaine can fumble around in the dark to get it. He watches as Blaine uses his cell phone light to open his side table drawer, pulling out a new bottle of lube that isn't the same one from the summer--the last time they used it--and a condom.
"Did you go buy new ones?" Kurt whispers, getting annoyed that Blaine would just assume they would have sex this week. But wait...
Ignoring Blaine's uncertainty about answering the question correctly, Kurt smiles and brushes his hand passed Blaine's thigh when he gets back on the bed and is still using his cell phone light to make sure the condom is on right.
"You bought the condoms all by yourself?"
Blaine smirks and almost drops his phone out of his mouth as he nods, looking as proud of himself as Kurt feels.
When he lies back down on the bed and has applied a generous amount of lube around the condom, Kurt straddles his waist and looks as Blaine smirks back at him. However, it suddenly occurs to Kurt that Blaine's raging thick boner is, well, a raging thick boner, and that's terrifying, sexy, and hilarious all in one. There's no way he's going any further until he's prepped.
Noticing that Kurt isn't teasing him right about now like he normally would be, Blaine comes to the same conclusion and sits up a little more, putting a hand on the small of Kurt's back to make sure he doesn't lose his balance.
"Here, lie down." Blaine whispers, turning them around to make Kurt's head rest on the pillows with his legs bent up.
Kurt bites his lip. "No, it's okay, I got it... You're really hard, and I don't want you to lose it..."
Blaine smiles and pecks his lips before he leans over to the side table again to grab the lube and squirts a generous amount on two of his fingers. "I want this to be good for both of us, and trust me, I'll be fine."
He tells Kurt to scoot down the bed a little more and raises Kurt's legs up on his shoulders to have a better angle. Kurt smiles and blushes, trying to remember that Blaine and Blaine are one and the same, and he shouldn't feel awkward being naked with his person. Just in case, he turns his head to the side in order to not watch Blaine's reaction as soon as he adds a first finger inside him. The feeling is a lot more than he ever remembered, and as soon as Blaine's finger goes deeper, Kurt's hips involuntarily arch up, making him want to lean back on Blaine's finger even more. Blaine smirks and takes his finger slowly out only to press it back in further to rub against the tight muscle, biting his lip when Kurt's neck arches back on the pillow.
"A-Another..."
Blaine makes sure his second finger has enough lube on it still before pressing it in carefully with the other one, watching Kurt's face to see if it's hurting him at all. Kurt's eyes just stay shut as he starts breathing heavier the more Blaine presses in and out of him, and as soon as Blaine lets out a soft moan too, he knows they need to start now.
They go back to their originally intended position of Kurt straddling Blaine's hips, and after Blaine reapplies a small amount of lube just in case, Kurt eases himself down on Blaine's cock, feeling his muscles tighten around him, not used to the feeling of Blaine's fucking dick slowly going deeper inside of him.
"H-Holy shit."
Blaine's eyes close for a moment as Kurt shudders, both of them getting used to the feeling again. His hands go to Kurt's hips to give him support, and once Kurt thinks he's good, he lifts himself slowly off a few inches before starting to press back down on Blaine's cock.
Their rhythm builds up after a few minutes, the pain being erased by pleasure, and just like that, they're right back to their old habits in no time as Blaine grabs his ass firmly and whispers dirty words of encouragement that make Kurt begrudgingly become more aroused.
"Fuck, Kurt, you're so fucking hot..."
The harder Blaine goes, the more Kurt remembers that ow, he's not used to this yet, and fuck, it hurts but it feels so good. Fortunately, when Blaine takes one of his hands off Kurt's hips to wrap around Kurt's cock, Kurt's able to get into it again, riding himself down on Blaine's cock with Blaine's hand pumping him in time with his thrusts.
They come at almost the same time, Kurt coming as Blaine roughly thrusts into him a few times as he rides out his orgasm. Blaine stays in him until Kurt's feeling like collapsing on top of him.
"Fuck my life."
Blaine chuckles quietly, remembering there are such things as parents in his house, and cleans himself off with the tissues on his side table, handing a few to Kurt. "I think I just did."
Kurt's too tired to glare at Blaine as he watches him get up to go to the bathroom.
"Why're you're go...hmm... never mind." Kurt's done. He's just done.
Blaine laughs lazily and walks carefully over to the bed, feeling just as weak in the knees if not more than Kurt. "What're you saying?" He smiles and pecks his lips, leaning against Kurt, because he's not able to keep himself up.
Kurt uses one hand to push him back. "Just go to the bathroom. Go."
Blaine grins and kisses Kurt's cheek before leaving his bedroom naked, not thinking his parents will be up any time soon, since it's now three in the morning. He doesn't think he has the will power to get dressed right now, anyway.
When he comes back from the bathroom, Kurt is snug under the blankets, his body preparing to be sore in the morning, but for now, he's not too bad.
Blaine smiles and wraps an arm around Kurt as he joins him under the blankets. "That was..."
"Enjoyable."
"Agreed." Blaine brings Kurt's hand up to his lips to kiss it. "Only, I kind of wish we waited--not like I'm upset or anything--but damn, I really wanted to win the seven dates thing. It was a cool idea."
Kurt lies in silence, trying to not get annoyed, but as the silence lingers on, he can't help it, because Blaine's missing the point again. He's not thinking about it from a romantic prospective, just a game. Consequently, in order to let his frustration build up in privacy, Kurt turns on his side facing away from Blaine.
"Oh, that's what it was about? Going on dates was just a fun challenge, but now we can get back to fucking and acting like friends? Great, Blaine. Thanks."
"What? No! I didn't mean it like that, I'm just saying that--"
"No, you said you really wanted to win, so that's what you thought this entire month was: A game."
"Kurt, you're not even trying to listen to what I have to say. Let me talk, please."
"...Fine." Kurt turns back towards him, scooting back over.
"I'm just saying that you designed this challenge for us, and I ended up having a lot more fun planning dates and being cute with each other, so I get that, but what I'm saying is that if we decided on seven dates, then we should have held true to it. Not as part of a game, but because... Because we should have."
Kurt looks down, holding Blaine's hand in his own. "It wasn't about the dates, Blaine. The dates were just there to keep us on track, to remind you of why you actually want to be with me and to remind me of the same. It was about loving each other and having fun again, not trying to win at something or to prove we could do it."
"...Well, damn, Kurt. Next time you want me to love you--which I obviously do!--you should mention what the point of it is because you get me fixated on the freaking aspect of dating!"
"I'm pretty sure I said something about it... I didn't deceive you..." Kurt mumbles back, letting go of Blaine's hand.
Blaine bites his lip when Kurt takes his hand away. He finds Kurt's hand under the blanket again and holds it. "No, I'm sorry, I-I know. Shit. I guess I did need the challenge to remind me; that was a good idea, okay? I'm sorry."
Kurt recognizes that the tone in Blaine's voice isn't just apologetic--it's something close to fear. Kurt says the only thing he can think of that will reassure Blaine that Kurt is not trying to criticize him or planning on breaking up with him.
"Bear?"
Blaine holds his hand tighter. "...Hm?"
Kurt sighs, rubbing his thumb over Blaine's knuckles. "We don't need to be fighting about this. We were just thinking differently about it, but I can see where you're coming from, so I hope you can see what I mean, too. I think we're almost saying the same thing, so it's fine. It's not like we're debating about anything negative, so why debate at all?"
Blaine gets closer to him. The way his eyes get big and uncertain while not looking directly at Kurt reminds Kurt of the first few times Blaine came into glee club at McKinley--small, vulnerable, and am I going to fit in?
"...Because you're always right, and I don't know why I pretend to think I know anything. You always just... you know what's right. I'm sorry. I never do."
Why's he getting so insecure tonight? We just had amazing sex.
What's worrying Kurt the most is that every time Blaine's apologized tonight, he doesn't sound like he's actually apologizing to anyone. Saying sorry is sounding more like "I'm sorry that I'm such a fuck up".
"Blaine, why are you doubting yourself? I am not always right. I can come up with five major things that I have been terribly wrong about in the last semester at least."
Blaine sighs, letting go of Kurt's hand and snuggling towards him. "No, you know, I don't want to hear about the things you think you've done wrong. You had a reason for doing them, Kurt, and it's just... it's me. You wouldn't have wanted Nick if I'd been a better boyfriend all summer and took you on dates. We wouldn't have to have arguments all the time if I just thought harder about who you wanted me to think like. I... I'm just stuck. I've felt like this all year, pretty much. I don't know what to do about it. I'm sorry."
It breaks Kurt's heart even more to hear how small Blaine sounds when he speaks. This isn't the Blaine that's been smiling for years and singing around their dorm to practice for the musical. This isn't that part of Blaine. Maybe this is the part of Blaine that is always kept hidden, for fear that if Blaine let Kurt know what he's truly scared about, then maybe Kurt would just go away for good.
"Blaine."
Blaine moves away from him, enough to feel like he's on his own island even though Kurt's inches from him in the bed. "I just can't stop doing or saying stupid things. I can't focus in school anymore, I barely feel like writing, and Jersey Boys is the only thing I feel remotely focused on."
Kurt speaks softly in hopes that Blaine will be able to tell him what he's really thinking. "Why are you feeling this way, you think?"
Blaine's arms fold, and he turns back on his side to face Kurt, because it's too cold to face the other way. His voice is soft. "I think... I think that eventually, everyone will go away. I'm not close to everyone I was in high school; they're still more of your friends, and I don't really connect with the Warbler guys anymore. I-I don't even have my parents, not how I wish I did. A-All I have is you... and it scares me so much that I could lose you so fast.
"And I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you that. I know how clingy that sounds, and it's..." He pauses for a moment to think of what to say, but just ends up shrugging the dialogue away.
Word vomit or just vomit wants to come out of Kurt's mouth, but he holds it in to think of actual words, because if he doesn't say something to make Blaine believe he is loved right this second, then who knows what will happen?
"...I, Blaine, how could you ever think things like that? My friends? They're our friends! You talk to Mike way more than I do, right? You guys are going to hang out over break still. It's just that everyone is so busy with school, you know? This is what college does. You make new friends, and then you hold on to the old ones that will always matter. You have so much to offer the world... You're just getting started."
Kurt can't even wrap his head around the idea that Blaine is seriously terrified of losing him--that he thinks Kurt would actually want to stop seeing him, stop knowing him. That's a fate worse than death. It's more ridiculous than believing that aliens from Saturn's moon, Titan, created Nutella and found a way to bring it to Earth to make humans get so unhealthy by eating the delicious spread of goodness with every other fattening thing, so hey could then eat Nutella-ized humans. Though, if I read even one scientific article about that, I might believe it.
Frowning, Kurt pulls him close to him, his heart breaking as Blaine doesn't respond and just lets his face be gently planted in Kurt's chest.
"...You mean more to me than anyone else. I love you, and there's nothing worse to me, Blaine, than thinking that you don't believe me when I say I'm never going to leave you--no matter what happens with our romantic, sexual, whatever relationship, I'm always going to be right here. You're not stuck other than being stuck with me, all right?"
When Blaine doesn't say anything for about a minute, Kurt decides to ask him a question to get him talking.
"You said you've felt trapped this year? Is it just about friends and family?"
Blaine sighs, feeling slightly more comfortable to open up. "It's just all that and the future. I don't know. I'm working myself up and not really doing anything about it."
Kurt smiles sadly and rubs his thumb over Blaine's. "Well, I think having a job, going to school, being a lead in a musical, and having a hot piece of ass next to you that loves you more than anything is pretty damn successful sounding. Even if you weren't doing all of that or didn't have this hot piece of ass, you're still you. You're still amazing, Blaine."
When Blaine starts breathing a little heavier, Kurt can tell he's getting himself worked up, so Kurt instinctively holds him closer to him, threading his fingers through his hair. He kisses the top of Blaine's curly hair, their legs tangling together to provide extra warmth. Blaine kisses Kurt's bare chest and mumbles something Kurt has to listen closely to hear.
"You're amazing, too..."
Kurt laughs slightly and holds him a little tighter to make sure Blaine knows that Kurt's not going anywhere. "Yeah, so we're both amazing, and when we want to, we make a pretty amazing team, don't we?"
Blaine bites his lip and lifts his head up to look into Kurt's eyes. "We are an amazing team."
What did I ever do to find the love of my life this early? ...And don't you dare take Blaine away from me, World. I will fucking murder you in your sleep. Or at least piss in your oceans and stomp on all of your grass. Leave us be. It's bed time.
Kurt kisses the top of Blaine's head again before cuddling him in a more comfortable sleeping position. "If you want to talk more in the morning, I'd be more than happy to. No more hiding deep seated insecurities and brooding thoughts from each other unless it's something you feel you need to work out with yourself first, all right? Let me help you when you need it, Blaine. I won't criticize you for needing help or for telling me your problems. ...I'm just being a jerk when I say those kind of things, you know?"
"Yeah, I know... I'll try not to take things as personal. ...Kurt loves Blaine."
Smiling, Kurt makes sure the comforter is tucked under Blaine's side facing the wall and then holds him closer. "He really does."
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"You know, next year, we should spend New Year's Eve with our other friends. The Warblers don't really do much but get drunk and take their shirts off. Besides, Thad doesn't even stay in contact with the hot ones. What ever happened to the one with the fro?"
Blaine's driving them to Thad's New Year's Eve party, and of course, the one time this year it snows a lot has to be the single time where Kurt doesn't feel like driving. Kurt is attempting to take a thirty minute nap in the car as they drive, but that is an utter lie. Stop talking, I'm trying to concentrate on not killing us in the snow.
"Wow, you don't even know his name? There were only seventeen of us when you were in there, Kurt! His name's Luke."
Kurt closes his eyes and smiles, hunching down in his seat quite comfortably. "I wanted to touch his fro all the time. I was too scared, though. He was so tall and vibrated 'cool'."
Blaine starts feeling very insufficient. "Remember the time we talked about you not talking about how hot other guys are when I'm present?"
Kurt's eyes open, and he turns his head over to look at Blaine feeling uncomfortable. "...Your penis is fine, Blaine. I like it."
"Kurt, are you insinuating that Luke has a big dick, because he's black? That's racist."
"Blaine... No. I simply dove into your mind and knew you were feeling insecure about your penis, because you were assuming I was thinking about Luke's cock size. That's why I made the penis comment."
"Why'd you call my dick a penis and his a cock? In your head, do you think of the word 'cock' when thinking about a larger one? Huh? I feel offended. I thought you said mine was big. I am hurt. You lied. I am hurt from your lying."
Kurt narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side to try to understand where his boy-almost-friend is coming from. "...Do we need to get the ruler out again? Jesus. And no, I don't think he has a big dick because of his skin color, I know he has a big dick because Nick told me over the summer that he did."
"...What?"
"Nick had gym with him, and in the showers, our dear Nicholas is quite a pervert. But good news for me, right? Now, I know what I'm missing."
Two can play at this game. I'm not supposed to take this shit personal anymore, right?
"Yeah? Well, I heard David has a big cock, too. You know, he was always rooting for me to get the solos, so... I bet he totally wants me."
On the inside, Kurt jumps for joy that Blaine is trying to keep up with their playful banter, but on the outside, he keeps a straight face as best as possible.
"Oh, yeah, I bet he's just rooting for his cock to go up your ass. What about Thad? He wants you."
Blaine stops at a red light just as their about to get to Thad's house. He turns to Kurt and gives him the look. "Kurt... That's not nice. Thad really does want me."
"You're just jealous that I'm winning. But yeah, that was mean, sorry. You should let him kiss you tonight."
Blaine smiles and turns his attention back towards the road as the light turns green again. "Nah, I'm just getting started. Wait 'til I'm drunk. I'll rock your socks off with my wit of fury. And no, Thad deserves to be kissed by someone who loves him."
"I hope you rock other things of mine when you're drunk, actually. But I guess you're right. You gentleman you. Trent loves him. They should fuck."
"I think they might be dating soon, actually."
"Why are all the Warblers gay besides the ones I like?"
Blaine sighs. "Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine? Don't you dare tell me to shut up, though."
"...Hi."
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Thad instructed them earlier to just let themselves into his house, so right now, Kurt and Blaine are coming down the stairs of the basement to join the rest of the party. Kurt smirks as he stares at Blaine's favorite maroon cardigan from behind. "Remember the first time anyone from New Directions ever saw you outside of your Warblers jacket was when you were drunk in Rachel's basement?"
Though it's been well over four years since the incident, Blaine still blushes like always and sighs, shaking his head. "Yeah, you just keep bringing it up..."
Smiling when Blaine turns around to playfully glare at him, Kurt lets go of Blaine's hand that he was holding as soon as they get to the bottom of the stairs. "We're not together yet, okay?" he whispers.
Blaine smirks and leans into Kurt's ear before they turn the corner. "Oh, so you don't want to have sex with me tonight?"
Kurt gasps and pulls Blaine's arm back on the stairs. "Blaine. Dean. Anderson. Don't you ever joke about that."
Not a second later, Nick walks from the around the corner with a pint of whiskey in hand, smirking at the two. "So, that's Blaine's middle name? Nice. I never knew."
Kurt notices that Nick must have dyed his hair a little darker or maybe it's just the purposely dimmed lighting in the basement that makes his hair look that way. Either way, there's no denying that Nick looks good tonight dressed in one of his infinite gray hooded thermals and his Nick Pants. Fuck off.
However, there's something strange about Nick that Kurt can't quite figure out.
"Well! Someone finally looks like they haven't been kicked to shit! Skiing was good then?" Blaine smiles, talking a bit deeper and louder to enhance his masculinity to be in constant competition with Nick.
Before Nick can say something snarky back, Jeff pops up from behind him, looking cuter than ever in a light blue V-neck and his white skinny jeans. Jeff's smiling, Nick's smiling, and no one is really drunk yet.
Did they fuck already?
Kurt looks at Nick for confirmation, but Nick's already shaking his head at Blaine in secrecy as Jeff starts rambling about getting them all to play karaoke.
Blaine, you're such a jerk. You're telepathic with Nick, but you can't read my mind when I want to have sex? That's bullshit. Pure bullshit.
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Karaoke only lasts three songs before it's already eleven o'clock and everyone wants to start drinking before the ball drops. Thad managed to get more than just the Warblers to come to the party--Wes brought his girlfriend, David brought some of his and Jeff's friends from State, Jeff invited Robin and some of her friends, and Thad of course told Trent, Adam, and a few of the Warblers to bring people that were 21 or older, so they can get more booze if needed.
Thinking back to earlier discussions, Kurt knows that Blaine wants to spend more time with his friends--his friends as in Blaine's friends, because yes, Blaine, they're your freaking friends too--so Kurt texts Tina, knowing she's at a party with Mike and some other friends.
Hey, darlin', how are you doing tonight? :)
Kurt!!!! I'm doing great! How are you??
I'm kind of bored, honestly, but hey, have you been drinking or no? If no, you should tell Mike, Mercedes, Sam, and whoever else you're with to come to Thad Warbler's big house party. Free drinks and sexiness for all whom enter.
Free alcohol you say? Why, Kurt, you take my breath away. I'll ask Mike! I think he remembers how to get there. We'll be there before next year! :P
Thirty minutes before the new year starts, Tina and Mike show up with Mercedes and Sam, and Mercedes says that Rachel and Finn are on their way as soon as Rachel's dads let them leave the Berry household party. Kurt is hoping that being around all his friends again will make Blaine realize he has a lot of people that love him. You better fucking believe it.
Kurt gets the text from Tina that they're at Thad's door. "Heeyy, Blaaiine, go answer the door..."
Blaine's sitting on the couch, drinking Nick's whiskey in secrecy since Nick's too busy flirting with Jeff to notice. "Why? Who's here?"
On cue, Blaine's phone vibrates and Blaine opens his phone curiously to see who texted him. Kurt waits for his response before saying anything. After reading the text from who Kurt assumes is Mike, Blaine's face lights up like a Christmas tree.
"Kurt! Mike's here!"
Kurt watches Blaine grin and practically jump off the couch. "How did you know?!"
A shrug. "Just working my magical powers is all. You should go let them in."
Blaine's grin is contagious as he spreads it to Kurt after he leans down to kiss him on the cheek. "It's a New Year's Eve miracle."
"Those doesn't hap--oh, okay. You're gone already. I see how it is."
Kurt sighs as Blaine's running up the stairs, hopefully not tripping, and waits for the chaos to begin by the bar.
Chapter 7c Part 3
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