Twelve Days of Klainemas
Title: Twelve Days of Klainemas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dirty talk, light bondage, lots of fluff
Word Count: 9,912
Summary: In the twelve days leading up to Christmas Blaine treats Kurt to as many holiday traditions as he can think of, with something very special saved for Christmas Day.
Notes: Thanks to my beta likeasouffle for doing an awesome job! This was a gift for subitodolcediva in the KB_Holidays exchange! I don't own Glee or its characters!
Days 1-6
Seventh Day of Christmas
"Did you wrap your Secret Santa gift?" Kurt calls from the living room.
"Yeah," Blaine replies from the kitchen. "Remind me again why we had to wrap them secretly?"
"Because," Kurt says sternly from the kitchen doorway. "If we know who each other has, then we might be able to figure out by process of elimination who got us. And that would ruin the surprise."
"You take Secret Santa way too seriously, have I ever told you that?"
"Every year since we started the tradition."
"It's cute, though," Blaine says, as he starts laying out supplies on the kitchen table. Wrapping paper, tape, gift bags, tissue paper, gift tags, and of course, a radio tuned to 106.7 Lite FM, which has been playing nothing but holiday music since before Thanksgiving.
"Let's get to work," Kurt says, rolling up his sleeves. The kitchen chairs are piled high with unwrapped presents and the boys know they have a long couple of hours ahead of them. They settle into a sort of assembly line with Blaine removing price labels and writing out gift tags and Kurt wrapping the gifts and stacking them under the Christmas tree.
"I called Dad today to get their flight information. They'll get here Christmas Day, ten o'clock in the morning."
"Are we picking them up from the airport?" Blaine asks as he writes To Burt, From Kurt and Blaine on a gift tag that has dancing elves on it.
"No, Finn and Rachel are going to pick them up, since we'll be cooking Christmas dinner."
He fluffs the tissue paper in Carole's present and hands it to Blaine to be tagged. In return Blaine hands him Burt's gift to put under the tree.
As Kurt walks into the living room to place Burt's present on the growing pile, he hears some familiar strains coming from the kitchen.
"Oh, yes," Blaine says. He drops his fountain pen onto the table and saunters into the living room. He stops in front of Kurt and gives a low bow. "May I have this dance?" he asks.
"Oh, I don't know Mr. Anderson. I really can't stay," Kurt sings in reply.
"But baby, it's cold outside," Blaine sings in response.
"I've got to go away."
"But baby, it's cold outside."
Kurt smiles and holds out his hand to Blaine who accepts graciously and pulls Kurt into a loving embrace. With one hand on Kurt's waist and the other holding his hand, they begin to dance around the living room.
"My mother will start to worry," Kurt sings.
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" Blaine asks, twirling Kurt around.
"My father will be pacing the floor."
"Listen to the fire place roar."
"So really, I'd better scurry."
"Beautiful, please don't hurry," Blaine begs.
"Well maybe just half a drink more," Kurt concedes.
"Put some records on while I pour," Blaine croons as he dips Kurt low in his arms.
Kurt lets out a giddy laugh as Blaine pulls him back up. He places his hands firmly on Kurt's hips and pulls him in closer. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, and they lose themselves in the rest of the song, singing softly to each other and just enjoying the moment.
As the song comes to an end the boys stay in their close embrace, continuing to waltz around silently, lost in each other.
"I love you so much," Blaine whispers so softly he's not sure if Kurt can hear it.
"I love you, too."
Eighth Day of Christmas
"Okay everyone, quiet down! It's time for Secret Santa!"
"Shut it, Berry. You're not in charge of this group anymore," Santana says saucily.
"Technically, she was never in charge," Kurt mutters to Blaine under his breath.
"Someone has to spearhead this party, and I feel that it should be me," Rachel retorts, "seeing as I am the only member of the New Directions who has pursued a successful career in the music business."
"Ahem," coughs Blaine, not at all surreptitiously.
"Ohhhkay," Finn cuts in, diverting everyone's attention. "Let's start handing out presents. Uh…Mike, this one's for you." He holds out a lumpy green package to the dancer.
"Mercedes…Blaine…Artie…" Kurt steps in to help his brother.
Once everyone is situated with their presents, Kurt counts them off. "One….two…three…open!"
There is a flurry of excitement as everyone tears into his or her gift, then a collective murmur of wows and I love its. Kurt find himself unwrapping a bottle-green scarf, one he recognizes from this winter's Armani catalog. He runs the silky fabric through his fingers and then holds the smooth material up against his cheek.
Next to him, Blaine is hastily stuffing tissue paper back into his gift bag.
"What'd you get?" Kurt asks curiously.
"I'll show you later," Blaine replies, a blush clearly evident on his cheeks. "If I'm not arrested for killing Puckerman first."
"Hey, Blaine!" Tina calls from the kitchen. "I need help making some drinks."
"Coming!" Blaine says, jumping up from his spot on the floor. Kurt resists the urge to peek into Blaine's gift bag, and instead picks up both of their presents and moves them to the bedroom before returning to find Brittany and thank her for the lovely scarf.
In the kitchen, Blaine and Tina start mixing more mudslides for the rowdy crowd in the living room, as if they need more alcohol in their systems.
"So, can I see it?" Tina asks.
"See what?" Blaine ask, confused, as he pours in the vodka.
"The ring!" she whispers dramatically.
Blaine nearly drops the bottle of vodka as his face goes pale.
"Rachel told you?!" he gasps.
"Honey, Rachel told everyone."
"Oh my god. Oh my god, I need to do it. Right now. Before someone ruins it. Oh my god, Tina, I have to do it now!"
"Blaine, stop!" she says, grabbing the bottle from his hand and setting it down gently on the table. She grabs his shoulder and looks him in the eyes. "Listen to me. You need to stop freaking out, right now. No one is going to ruin this for you, I promise. Santana threatened us all with some pretty graphic descriptions of what would happen if any of us let slip."
Blaine pauses in his hyperventilating and manages to get out, "Are you sure?"
"Positive," Tina replies. "Besides, not even Rachel was stupid enough to tell Finn. We all know he can't keep a secret to save his life."
"Oh, thank god. I thought I was going to have to kill two people tonight instead of just one."
"What?"
"Puck." Blaine says bluntly. "He was my Secret Santa. He got me…well let's just say what he got me is not something to share with company."
"Sex toys?" Tina asks.
"Sex toys," Blaine confirms.
"Someone's getting lucky toni-ight," Tina singsongs.
"I've got Kurt," Blaine says softly, glancing into the living room and searching for the gaze of his boyfriend. "I'm lucky every night."
Ninth Day of Christmas
Kurt hears the stomping of Blaine's feet outside the door and determines one of two things. Either tonight's show was less-than-stellar, or it is snowing again.
Snowing, Kurt decides, when Blaine comes through the door with a grin on his face.
"Good show?" Kurt asks.
"As if it would be anything less with Rachel and me in it?" Blaine teases as he shrugs off his coat and hangs it on an empty hook.
"What's in the bag?" Kurt asks. Blaine settles himself on the couch next to Kurt and smiles.
"Well, originally I'd planned to take you down to the cinema for their Christmas movie marathon. But it's supposed to snow straight through until tomorrow afternoon, and it's already pretty icy. So I stopped at CVS on the way home and got these from the Red Box."
He pulls two DVDs out from the plastic bag and Kurt squeals. "Our favorites!"
"I had a feeling you'd go for this idea," Blaine says, leaning over for a kiss. Kurt happily obliges, bringing a hand up to cup Blaine's cheek.
They break apart slowly, foreheads still touching. "You make the cocoa, I'll pop the popcorn?" Blaine asks.
"Deal," Kurt replies before leaning in to peck Blaine on the lips again. Then they rise from the couch and make their way into the kitchen. Kurt grabs two mugs and Blaine retrieves a packet of popcorn from the pantry and soon the kitchen smells of the delicious mix of salty and sweet that they both love.
Blaine pops in the first DVD, The Muppet Christmas Carol, and retreats to the couch where Kurt is already settled under the afghan. He passes Blaine a steaming cup of cocoa, and they relax into each other as Rizzo the Rat appears on the screen.
Blaine nuzzles Kurt's cheek, then kisses it softly. "I love that this is your favorite Christmas movie," he says.
Kurt smiles, content. He kisses Blaine sweetly on the lips, and then they turn their attention back to the screen.
Tenth Day of Christmas
The kitchen smells like a pastry shop with scents of cinnamon, gingerbread, and peppermint filling the air. Mixing bowls and measuring cups are lined up neatly on the counter and containers of cookies fill the table. Like everything that the boys do together, they've got a steady rhythm going - Blaine measures, Kurt mixes, and they both roll the dough into rounded balls to put on the cookie trays.
The radio is once again tuned to 106.7 and the boys sing to each other as they bake. As they take turns reaching into the bowl of dough, pinching off pieces to roll into cookies, Blaine thinks back to what Rachel said a few days earlier, about how Kurt and Blaine are practically already married. Blaine smiles at the thought, because it's completely true. They do all the things that married couples do. They live together, they share a bed, they know everything about the each other. But more than that, they share a life. Somewhere along the line they have ceased to be Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson and have simply become Kurt and Blaine. They're a package deal; they're that forever kind of thing that happens in fairy tales.
Blaine can't help but stare at Kurt as they work together, humming along quietly to the radio. He admires the look of concentration on Kurt's face, the furrowed brows, the pursed lips, the quiet determination of trying to make every cookie perfectly round.
He still can't believe how lucky he is to have Kurt in his life. Kurt is witty and fierce and beautiful and Blaine knows that their relationship is one that will stand the test of time.
Blaine is broken out of his reverie by a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," he says, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
He opens the door to find Lydia standing there with a small girl Blaine recognizes from the orphanage.
"Hello, sir. We're from the Mission of Hope Orphanage, and we're collecting donations for - oh! Blaine, how nice to see you again!"
"Lydia, how are you? Please, come in. We'd love to make a donation." Blaine says, ushering them inside.
The little girl looks around, sizing up their apartment.
"Blaine, honey, who's at the door?" Kurt asks, coming into the living room.
"Kurt!" the little girl exclaims as she breaks away from Lydia and runs towards him. She attaches herself to his legs and he laughs.
"Well hello there, Miss Emmy. How are we today?" he says brightly.
"Good," she says emphatically.
"Good," he says, smiling.
"Lydia and Emmy are collecting donations for the orphanage," Blaine informs Kurt. "And of course I told them we would be happy to donate."
"Of course," Kurt agrees.
"Kurt?" Emmy asks, tugging on his pant leg. He crouches down to her height.
"What is it sweetie?"
"Something smells yummy," she says.
He glances up to Lydia, who nods her head.
"Well Emmy let me tell you, you are quite the lucky girl today. We were just baking some Christmas cookies. Would you like to try one?"
"Yes, please!" she exclaims, eyes sparkling. She holds her hands out and Kurt hoists her up into his arms and brings her into the kitchen.
"We have all kinds," he tells her. "Chocolate chip, Snickerdoodle, Gingerbread…"
"Chocolate chip is my favorite!"
"Chocolate chip it is, then," he says, placing her down gently at the kitchen table. He grabs a plate of cookies and two cups of milk and joins her at the table.
Blaine and Lydia look on from the living room.
"She seems quite enamored with him," Lydia says.
"She's not the only one," Blaine replies. "He has that effect on people."
"Have you two ever thought of adopting?"
"We…uh…we're not married. Yet. Can you keep a secret?" he whispers.
She nods her head.
"I'm going to propose, on Christmas."
"Blaine, that's wonderful. Do you think he has any idea?"
"I hope not. I want it to be a surprise. But we have talked about it. Adoption, I mean. "
"Blaine, I have to be honest with you," Lydia says. "Emmy is…a very special little girl. Her parents died in a car accident, about a year ago. She's been with us ever since. She's usually so shy, so quiet and reserved. I've never seen her like this. The two of you…your sing-a-long was a hit with all of the children, but Emmy just can't stop talking about it, and she never talks this much. She's like a completely different little girl."
"Lydia, what are you saying?" Blaine asks.
"It's just something to think about," she replies. "It's a big decision, I know. But you saw the way she lit up when she saw Kurt. And she's asked for the same song before bedtime every night since you sang for us."
"What song?"
"Rudolph-the-Red-Nosed Reindeer," Lydia says. "The song that Kurt - ""
"Danced with her. I remember. This is…this is a lot to take in."
"But you will think about it?" Lydia asks.
"Oh, yes," Blaine says. "Absolutely."
Eleventh Day of Christmas (Christmas Eve)
The first thing Kurt notices upon waking is that it's late. The colorful lights of the city that never sleeps are dulled by the curtains on the windows and their bedroom is dark and quiet.
The second thing Kurt notices is that his wrists are tied together above his head, which he realizes when he tries to prop himself up on the bed and instead faceplants into the mattress. A thrill of excitement fills him. It's been a while since he and Blaine have played this game, but if Blaine wanted to play, then Kurt is all in.
He pulls a little on his restraints, testing their tightness. He's not sure what Blaine's used to tie him up. It's coarse and slightly scratchy against his skin. He knows that he knows what it is, he just can't place it.
He silently debates whether he should call for Blaine or wait for Blaine to come in and discover he is awake. He knows Blaine will like it better if he finds Kurt awake and hard for him, so he opts for waiting patiently on the bed. He stretches out on his back, bound arms extended over his head, knees bent and slightly parted. He's already half hard with anticipation, and he knows that Blaine will notice as soon as he comes in.
Kurt doesn't have to wait long.
The door creaks open a few moments later and light pools in from the living room. Blaine steps in and switches the lights onto dim.
"Well, well, well," he says. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally awake."
Kurt says nothing, wanting the night to go wherever Blaine intends it to go.
"It's a good thing, too," Blaine continues in a playful voice. "Because you've been a naughty, naughty young man."
"Have I?" Kurt asks innocently.
"Oh, yes," Blaine says. "Very naughty. I'm going to have to punish you, I'm afraid."
"Of course," Kurt agrees. "What did I do, if I may ask?"
"You were asleep when I got home. I had plans to take you out to dinner, but when I came in, you were sleeping."
"I just meant to take a short nap, I swear."
"Be that as it may, I had to cancel my reservation. You know I hate to do that." Blaine's voice is firm, but underneath it the joking manner Kurt is accustomed to.
"I know." Kurt shifts uncomfortably on the bed.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asks, dropping his mock seriousness.
"Just trying to get comfortable."
"You're about to be punished," Blaine says, pulling his shirt over his head. "You don't get to be comfortable."
He tosses the shirt on the floor and then crawls onto the bed, stalking up to Kurt, dragging his body over the other man's. His breath ghosts over Kurt's face until he suddenly bites down harshly on his ear.
"Your safe word tonight is jingle bells," Blaine whispers, then he bends his head lower, beginning to suck on the spot he just bit.
"How appropriate," Kurt says sarcastically. That earns him another bite, quick and sharp as Blaine silently reprimands him for his comment. He shudders. He loves how demanding and rough Blaine can be in bed. It's so different from his usual dapper self. It still amazes him how Blaine can go from suave and debonair to filthy and sex-crazed at the drop of a hat.
Blaine is making his way lower now, mapping out a wet, sloppy trail of kisses and bites from Kurt's neck down his collar bone, thanking whatever powers may be that Kurt naps only in his boxer-briefs. He progresses hastily southward, thinking that one of the best things about having Kurt at his mercy is that it drives Kurt absolutely insane to not be able to touch Blaine. It's not the power of having Kurt utterly powerless that gets Blaine hot, it's the way Kurt gets more and more frustrated the longer Blaine teases him.
He deftly swipes his tongue at one nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from Kurt, who tries desperately to arch his body up closer to Blaine's. He can't quite get the right leverage with his arms knotted together above his head, and he lets out a frustrated sound.
"I don't think so," Blaine says into Kurt's chest as he pushes him back down with one arm. His tongue darts out again as his lips close in around the tiny bud, and Kurt whimpers. With his hand, Blaine tweaks Kurt's other nipple and the man below him is reduced to nothing but low, guttural sounds.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is that too much for you?" Blaine asks in a noncommittal way. "Just wait until it's your dick in my mouth, then we'll see what kind of noises you make." He doesn't wait for a response before he's back to nipping his way down Kurt's torso, alternating between kissing and biting at the smooth flesh, marking it as his own.
When he reaches the elastic of Kurt's boxer-briefs he glances up to see Kurt sprawled out before him, head thrown back, a red blush creeping onto his face. He doesn't remove the undergarment, not yet. Instead he continues nipping at Kurt through the thin gray material, forcing him to spread his legs wider and wider as he bites at the apex of his thighs.
"Blaine!" Kurt moans as Blaine starts mouthing his hardness through the thin material. Blaine smiles to himself as he feels Kurt's length in his mouth. He crooks his head sideways, wrapping his lips around the head of Kurt's cock, and even through the briefs he can taste the salty tang of pre-cum.
Blaine loves to tease, but he can't put off the need to taste Kurt for much longer. He fingers the elastic of Kurt's waistband, pulling it back and letting it snap against Kurt's skin. Kurt thrusts his hips up in response, knowing what he's in store for.
"Uh uh," Blaine warns. "No thrusting. Not if you want my hot, wet mouth around your cock any time soon."
Kurt visibly tries to restrain himself, the look of struggling self-control plain on his face. Blaine gives him a cocky grin before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the briefs and pulling them down Kurt's legs. He goes tantalizingly slow, on purpose of course, trailing his fingers down Kurt's thighs as he removes the only piece of clothing Kurt is wearing. And then Kurt's cock springs free from its confines and is waiting there at attention for Blaine to touch.
"God I love your dick," Blaine says, wrapping a hand around it and giving a few experimental pumps. "So long and hard. I love sucking you off, you know? Love feeling you against the back of my throat."
"Blaine, please!"
"Yeah, that's right. Beg for it. You know I can't resist that."
"Please, Blaine, I - I-" Kurt stammers as he feels an experimental swipe of tongue across his tip.
"You what?" asks Blaine. "Can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is."
"Want your mouth on my cock!" Kurt shrieks as Blaine tightens his grip, pumping harder. "Please!"
After that, Blaine has no choice but to oblige. He sinks his mouth down around Kurt, running his tongue down the length of his cock as he takes it into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down, slow and rhythmically, still teasing just a little bit. He knows Kurt wants it fast and hard, but he's just not ready to give in yet.
He sinks back down as far as he can, until he can feel the tip of Kurt's cock against the back of his throat. He stays like that for a few seconds, allowing Kurt to feel the full heat of his mouth, before sliding slowly back up to the tip. Then Blaine sinks back down again and he can almost feel Kurt trying to restrain himself from thrusting up into his mouth.
He comes up again and swirls his tongue around Kurt's slit, spreading the saliva and pre-cum around the head. He brings his hand back up to Kurt's shaft and begins working him swiftly, knowing that the combination of mouth and hand will drive Kurt crazy. Sure enough, after only a few strokes, Kurt is moaning unintelligibly.
Kurt tries to thrust and Blaine forces his hips back down to the bed with his other arm.
"Blaine, fuck me! Please, I've been so - ah - so bad!"
"Oh, is that what you want?"
"Yes!"
"Yeah?" Blaine asks, flicking his tongue over Kurt's slit. "You want my fingers stretching you open? My dick pounding into you? My name the only thing you'll be able to remember?"
"Yes!" Kurt moans. "Please!"
"Well, if you're sure," Blaine chuckles, reaching over to their nightstand and grabbing the bottle of lube he had placed their earlier. He flips the cap open and pours a liberal amount over his fingers. He rubs his fingers together, coating them, before returning his attention to Kurt.
He palms Kurt's ass, spreading his cheeks wide and taking a moment to appreciate the view. Kurt's muscles tighten at Blaine's touch and his cock stands up long and hard. His head is glistening and so dark it's almost purple and his tight puckered hole is just begging to be stretched.
A disgruntled noise from Kurt makes Blaine finally snap into motion. He strokes a finger down the length of Kurt's cock and slides over his hole causing Kurt to thrust forward in anticipation. He grazes over the hole again on the upstroke and begins to rub small circles around it. Even now when the only thing he can think of is fucking Kurt into oblivion, he manages to control himself in favor of teasing Kurt just a little bit more.
He pushes his finger in slightly, just enough pressure to make Kurt moan but not enough to satisfy him.
"Blaine, please," Kurt begs, his voice bordering on hysterical.
"If you insist," Blaine says, as he plunges his finger in all the way. Kurt shrieks in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the intrusion before almost immediately starting to rock his hips, trying to hit that spot inside him.
"I love how eager you are," Blaine growls as he adds another finger. "Do you have any idea what you look like, spread out and tied up for me?" He starts scissoring his finger, stretching Kurt open, as quickly as possible because the tightness in his own jeans is starting to get to him. "It's positively filthy they way you're fucking yourself on my fingers."
"Blaine!" Kurt screams as Blaine's fingers hit his prostate. Blaine takes one more look at him sprawled out on the bed, limbs writhing, and he knows that he needs to be in him now.
He manages to undo his pants with his free hand and shucks them off, tossing them into the growing pile on the floor, all the while continuing to pump his fingers into Kurt.
"I'm going to fuck you now," is all he says before his fingers are gone and quickly replaced with his cock.
"Yessss," Kurt hisses as Blaine's cock slowly fills him up. Blaine pushes in until he's completely sheathed inside his boyfriend. He groans at the feel of Kurt tight and hot around him. He kisses Kurt sloppily on the mouth, already beginning to lose control of himself. Their tongues battle and Kurt is clearly trying to show some kind of dominance but his hands are still tied above his head and he hasn't got much to work with.
"Blaine," he moans. "Untie me. Please?"
"No way," Blaine grunts as he pulls out and thrusts back into Kurt in one smooth motion.
"Unngh," Kurt moans, thrusting his hips up to meet Blaine's. "Please! Please, I just want to touch you!"
That thought appeals to Blaine quite a bit.
"Tell you what," he says with a sharp upward thrust. Kurt throws his head back and keens. "You guess what I used to tie you up, and I'll untie you."
"I - I don't know!" Kurt gasps. Blaine is thrusting into him much faster now, supporting himself on one arm and pumping Kurt's cock with the other.
"Come on," Blaine prompts him. "You know what it is." He squeezes tightly around Kurt's cock, loving the feel of pre-cum on his fingers.
"Ah - ah - I don't - I don't know. Rope?"
"Guess again."
"It's scratchy. I don't know! It feels like - ah more please - like bristles or something."
"Go with that. Come on Kurt, I'm not going to last much longer. I wanna cum with your hands tangled in my hair."
"Unngh, yes!" Kurt cries as Blaine switches his angle slightly, now brushing across Kurt's prostate with every thrust. "Oh - oh no - you did, didn't you?" Kurt breathes as realization dawns on him.
"Tell me!" Blaine demands. He lets go of Kurt's cock and his hand flies up to Kurt's wrists. "Come on, tell me and I'll untie you."
"Tinsel," Kurt gasps. In an instant Blaine pulls on the end of the binding and Kurt's wrists are free. Blaine pulls the tinsel away from Kurt in a streak of red and then he's tugging Kurt's hands down to his body.
"Touch me," Blaine pleads harshly and then Kurt's hands are everywhere all at once - groping at his toned chest, scratching down his back, tangling in his hair.
Blaine knows neither of them will last much longer and he ups his game once again. He's thrusting full force into Kurt now and Kurt is meeting him thrust for thrust. He pushes Kurt's hand away when he tries to wrap his hand around his neglected erection and he starts pumping him in time with their rhythm.
"So - ah - so close!" Kurt gasps. He's got one hand tangled in Blaine's hair, the other gripping his shoulder, trying to keep him grounded as Blaine rocks into him with all the force he can muster.
"Unngh, me too!" Blaine groans. "God you look so fucking hot like this. You're completely undone underneath me and I fucking love it."
"Fuck, yes!" Kurt screams and all at once he's cumming all over Blaine's hand, muscles contracting around Blaine who is thrusting now with abandon.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck!" cries Blaine as his orgasm rushes over him. Kurt feels Blaine's release inside him, warm and filling. He lets out a string of incoherent whimpers as Blaine's thrusts slow down and the feeling edges just over the line of pleasure.
Blaine collapses onto Kurt and they both just lay there for a moment, breathing deeply, chests heaving.
"I love you," Kurt breaths. "So, so much."
"I love you too," Blaine manages to get out. Still coming down from his high, he rolls off of Kurt and flops onto the pillow beside him. He glances at the clock on his bedside table.
"Hey," he says. "It's after midnight."
"Mmm, so it is," Kurt replies.
"Merry Christmas, love," Blaine says.
"Merry Christmas."
Twelfth Day of Christmas (Christmas Day)
Kurt wakes up to winter sunlight streaming in through the window and Blaine's morning erection pressed up against his backside. He moans softly in approval and grinds gently backwards into Blaine who makes a low mmmh sound at the contact.
Starting to roll his hips in small circles, Kurt again grinds backwards into Blaine.
"Mmmm," Blaine mumbles. "Love waking up to this." He shifts forward slightly, his cock nestled against Kurt's ass.
"Me, too," Kurt says.
Blaine wraps his arm around Kurt's middle and lets his fingers trail down to Kurt's own morning wood. He teases his fingers slowly over Kurt, stroking him lightly with just his fingertips.
In a complete contrast to last night which was hard and rough and needy, this morning is slow and gentle and delicate. Blaine maintains his steady build-up, stroking Kurt lightly until he is fully hard, then increasing his pace and pressure just the slightest bit.
Kurt continues to roll his hips backwards and soon enough both men are writhing in pleasure, not caring that they're covered in their own mess.
Eventually they get out of bed to shower and get ready for what will be a long but exciting day. Blaine sidles up to Kurt who is fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. He wraps two strong arms around Kurt's waist and peppers his neck with a trail of soft kisses.
"I love you," he says quietly.
"I love you too."
~~~~~~~~~~
The arrival of Finn and Rachel to the apartment that afternoon with Burt and Carole in tow is a happy reunion. Kurt hasn't seen his parents in far too long and he cherishes the fact that they can all spend the holidays together.
"How was your flight?" Kurt asks as he hangs his father's and Carole's coats up.
"Not bad," Burt says.
"Better than when we flew in during that storm for your graduation last spring," Carole jokes.
They all sit down to an early dinner together, with plans to attend Blaine and Rachel's night performance at eight.
Kurt looks around the table and smiles contentedly to himself. He can't think of anything he could possibly want more than to spend the holidays with the people he loves the most. The only thing stopping this from being the perfect meal is that Kurt notices Rachel giving pointed looks at Blaine throughout dinner. By the time everyone is finishing up their main meal, Kurt can't take it anymore.
"Rachel, your eyes have been shooting daggers at Blaine all night. Would you just go ahead and criticize him about whatever it is you think he messed up in the show last night so that you can argue and get it over with?"
"She's not - ," Blaine falters.
"Go on," Rachel encourages.
With a look of determination on his face, Blaine turns his chair slightly so that he's facing Kurt, and takes the other man's hands in his own.
"Kurt."
"Blaine?"
"I love you."
"Oh my god," Kurt breathes.
"What's going - ," Finn starts, but Carole waves her hand at him effectively shushing him.
"I love you so much," Blaine continues. "I love everything about you. I love the way you wait up for me on the couch on late nights and that you sing Gaga in the shower every morning. I love coming home to you and your delicious cooking and I love falling asleep with you every night and waking up to you every morning."
"Oh, Blaine…"
"I know that it's Christmas and that it's so incredibly cliché, but I wanted your family to be here. And I just want you to know how much I love you and that I want to be with you, forever."
He pauses for a moment to push his chair out from behind him. He gets down on one knee and pulls a small black velvet box from his pocket. Kurt gasps silently and brings a hand to his mouth as Blaine opens the box.
"Kurt Hummel, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"
"Oh my god, yes!" Kurt squeals as tears start falling from his eyes. Blaine's own eyes are starting to tear up as he pulls the ring from the box, a huge grin on his face. He takes Kurt's hand and gently slips the ring onto his finger.
"Congratulations!" Carole gushes as Blaine straightens up and Kurt flings his arms around his fiancé's neck. Burt gives Blaine a nod of approval over Kurt's shoulder as Finn slaps him on the back enthusiastically.
"I love you, too," Kurt whispers into Blaine's ear.
"Merry Christmas, Kurt."
"Merry Christmas, Blaine."
Five Years Later
December 25, 2022
Blaine is laying in bed, warm and content, one arm wrapped snugly around Kurt. Still in that hazy place between sleeping and waking, they snuggle into each other under the warm duvet.
"Daddy! Papa!"
The peaceful silence is broken by the small blonde girl jumping up and down at the foot of their bed. Blaine sits up and stretches his arms up high, letting out a yawn. The little girl runs around to his side of the bed. Clad in green flannel pajamas covered in candy canes, the little girl holds her arms out to Blaine. He lifts her up over the side of the bed and places a soft kiss on her forehead.
Kurt rolls over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He smiles when he sees their little girl.
"Good morning Papa," the little girl says.
"Good morning, Emmy," Blaine replies with a smile. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Emmy," Kurt greets her.
"Merry Christmas, Daddy!"
"Can we open presents yet?" Emmy asks with eyes wide.
"Mmmm, in a little bit, sweetheart," Blaine answers. "Come snuggle with Daddy and me."
"Okay, Papa."
"Come here," Kurt says, patting the space between Blaine and himself.
Emmy crawls over Blaine to settle between them. Kurt gently kisses her cheek. Blaine pulls the covers up over all three of them and wraps his arm protectively around Emmy and Kurt. He nuzzles Kurt's cheek over the head of their little girl.
"I love you," he whispers softly.
"I love you, too."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dirty talk, light bondage, lots of fluff
Word Count: 9,912
Summary: In the twelve days leading up to Christmas Blaine treats Kurt to as many holiday traditions as he can think of, with something very special saved for Christmas Day.
Notes: Thanks to my beta likeasouffle for doing an awesome job! This was a gift for subitodolcediva in the KB_Holidays exchange! I don't own Glee or its characters!
Days 1-6
Seventh Day of Christmas
"Did you wrap your Secret Santa gift?" Kurt calls from the living room.
"Yeah," Blaine replies from the kitchen. "Remind me again why we had to wrap them secretly?"
"Because," Kurt says sternly from the kitchen doorway. "If we know who each other has, then we might be able to figure out by process of elimination who got us. And that would ruin the surprise."
"You take Secret Santa way too seriously, have I ever told you that?"
"Every year since we started the tradition."
"It's cute, though," Blaine says, as he starts laying out supplies on the kitchen table. Wrapping paper, tape, gift bags, tissue paper, gift tags, and of course, a radio tuned to 106.7 Lite FM, which has been playing nothing but holiday music since before Thanksgiving.
"Let's get to work," Kurt says, rolling up his sleeves. The kitchen chairs are piled high with unwrapped presents and the boys know they have a long couple of hours ahead of them. They settle into a sort of assembly line with Blaine removing price labels and writing out gift tags and Kurt wrapping the gifts and stacking them under the Christmas tree.
"I called Dad today to get their flight information. They'll get here Christmas Day, ten o'clock in the morning."
"Are we picking them up from the airport?" Blaine asks as he writes To Burt, From Kurt and Blaine on a gift tag that has dancing elves on it.
"No, Finn and Rachel are going to pick them up, since we'll be cooking Christmas dinner."
He fluffs the tissue paper in Carole's present and hands it to Blaine to be tagged. In return Blaine hands him Burt's gift to put under the tree.
As Kurt walks into the living room to place Burt's present on the growing pile, he hears some familiar strains coming from the kitchen.
"Oh, yes," Blaine says. He drops his fountain pen onto the table and saunters into the living room. He stops in front of Kurt and gives a low bow. "May I have this dance?" he asks.
"Oh, I don't know Mr. Anderson. I really can't stay," Kurt sings in reply.
"But baby, it's cold outside," Blaine sings in response.
"I've got to go away."
"But baby, it's cold outside."
Kurt smiles and holds out his hand to Blaine who accepts graciously and pulls Kurt into a loving embrace. With one hand on Kurt's waist and the other holding his hand, they begin to dance around the living room.
"My mother will start to worry," Kurt sings.
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" Blaine asks, twirling Kurt around.
"My father will be pacing the floor."
"Listen to the fire place roar."
"So really, I'd better scurry."
"Beautiful, please don't hurry," Blaine begs.
"Well maybe just half a drink more," Kurt concedes.
"Put some records on while I pour," Blaine croons as he dips Kurt low in his arms.
Kurt lets out a giddy laugh as Blaine pulls him back up. He places his hands firmly on Kurt's hips and pulls him in closer. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, and they lose themselves in the rest of the song, singing softly to each other and just enjoying the moment.
As the song comes to an end the boys stay in their close embrace, continuing to waltz around silently, lost in each other.
"I love you so much," Blaine whispers so softly he's not sure if Kurt can hear it.
"I love you, too."
Eighth Day of Christmas
"Okay everyone, quiet down! It's time for Secret Santa!"
"Shut it, Berry. You're not in charge of this group anymore," Santana says saucily.
"Technically, she was never in charge," Kurt mutters to Blaine under his breath.
"Someone has to spearhead this party, and I feel that it should be me," Rachel retorts, "seeing as I am the only member of the New Directions who has pursued a successful career in the music business."
"Ahem," coughs Blaine, not at all surreptitiously.
"Ohhhkay," Finn cuts in, diverting everyone's attention. "Let's start handing out presents. Uh…Mike, this one's for you." He holds out a lumpy green package to the dancer.
"Mercedes…Blaine…Artie…" Kurt steps in to help his brother.
Once everyone is situated with their presents, Kurt counts them off. "One….two…three…open!"
There is a flurry of excitement as everyone tears into his or her gift, then a collective murmur of wows and I love its. Kurt find himself unwrapping a bottle-green scarf, one he recognizes from this winter's Armani catalog. He runs the silky fabric through his fingers and then holds the smooth material up against his cheek.
Next to him, Blaine is hastily stuffing tissue paper back into his gift bag.
"What'd you get?" Kurt asks curiously.
"I'll show you later," Blaine replies, a blush clearly evident on his cheeks. "If I'm not arrested for killing Puckerman first."
"Hey, Blaine!" Tina calls from the kitchen. "I need help making some drinks."
"Coming!" Blaine says, jumping up from his spot on the floor. Kurt resists the urge to peek into Blaine's gift bag, and instead picks up both of their presents and moves them to the bedroom before returning to find Brittany and thank her for the lovely scarf.
In the kitchen, Blaine and Tina start mixing more mudslides for the rowdy crowd in the living room, as if they need more alcohol in their systems.
"So, can I see it?" Tina asks.
"See what?" Blaine ask, confused, as he pours in the vodka.
"The ring!" she whispers dramatically.
Blaine nearly drops the bottle of vodka as his face goes pale.
"Rachel told you?!" he gasps.
"Honey, Rachel told everyone."
"Oh my god. Oh my god, I need to do it. Right now. Before someone ruins it. Oh my god, Tina, I have to do it now!"
"Blaine, stop!" she says, grabbing the bottle from his hand and setting it down gently on the table. She grabs his shoulder and looks him in the eyes. "Listen to me. You need to stop freaking out, right now. No one is going to ruin this for you, I promise. Santana threatened us all with some pretty graphic descriptions of what would happen if any of us let slip."
Blaine pauses in his hyperventilating and manages to get out, "Are you sure?"
"Positive," Tina replies. "Besides, not even Rachel was stupid enough to tell Finn. We all know he can't keep a secret to save his life."
"Oh, thank god. I thought I was going to have to kill two people tonight instead of just one."
"What?"
"Puck." Blaine says bluntly. "He was my Secret Santa. He got me…well let's just say what he got me is not something to share with company."
"Sex toys?" Tina asks.
"Sex toys," Blaine confirms.
"Someone's getting lucky toni-ight," Tina singsongs.
"I've got Kurt," Blaine says softly, glancing into the living room and searching for the gaze of his boyfriend. "I'm lucky every night."
Ninth Day of Christmas
Kurt hears the stomping of Blaine's feet outside the door and determines one of two things. Either tonight's show was less-than-stellar, or it is snowing again.
Snowing, Kurt decides, when Blaine comes through the door with a grin on his face.
"Good show?" Kurt asks.
"As if it would be anything less with Rachel and me in it?" Blaine teases as he shrugs off his coat and hangs it on an empty hook.
"What's in the bag?" Kurt asks. Blaine settles himself on the couch next to Kurt and smiles.
"Well, originally I'd planned to take you down to the cinema for their Christmas movie marathon. But it's supposed to snow straight through until tomorrow afternoon, and it's already pretty icy. So I stopped at CVS on the way home and got these from the Red Box."
He pulls two DVDs out from the plastic bag and Kurt squeals. "Our favorites!"
"I had a feeling you'd go for this idea," Blaine says, leaning over for a kiss. Kurt happily obliges, bringing a hand up to cup Blaine's cheek.
They break apart slowly, foreheads still touching. "You make the cocoa, I'll pop the popcorn?" Blaine asks.
"Deal," Kurt replies before leaning in to peck Blaine on the lips again. Then they rise from the couch and make their way into the kitchen. Kurt grabs two mugs and Blaine retrieves a packet of popcorn from the pantry and soon the kitchen smells of the delicious mix of salty and sweet that they both love.
Blaine pops in the first DVD, The Muppet Christmas Carol, and retreats to the couch where Kurt is already settled under the afghan. He passes Blaine a steaming cup of cocoa, and they relax into each other as Rizzo the Rat appears on the screen.
Blaine nuzzles Kurt's cheek, then kisses it softly. "I love that this is your favorite Christmas movie," he says.
Kurt smiles, content. He kisses Blaine sweetly on the lips, and then they turn their attention back to the screen.
Tenth Day of Christmas
The kitchen smells like a pastry shop with scents of cinnamon, gingerbread, and peppermint filling the air. Mixing bowls and measuring cups are lined up neatly on the counter and containers of cookies fill the table. Like everything that the boys do together, they've got a steady rhythm going - Blaine measures, Kurt mixes, and they both roll the dough into rounded balls to put on the cookie trays.
The radio is once again tuned to 106.7 and the boys sing to each other as they bake. As they take turns reaching into the bowl of dough, pinching off pieces to roll into cookies, Blaine thinks back to what Rachel said a few days earlier, about how Kurt and Blaine are practically already married. Blaine smiles at the thought, because it's completely true. They do all the things that married couples do. They live together, they share a bed, they know everything about the each other. But more than that, they share a life. Somewhere along the line they have ceased to be Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson and have simply become Kurt and Blaine. They're a package deal; they're that forever kind of thing that happens in fairy tales.
Blaine can't help but stare at Kurt as they work together, humming along quietly to the radio. He admires the look of concentration on Kurt's face, the furrowed brows, the pursed lips, the quiet determination of trying to make every cookie perfectly round.
He still can't believe how lucky he is to have Kurt in his life. Kurt is witty and fierce and beautiful and Blaine knows that their relationship is one that will stand the test of time.
Blaine is broken out of his reverie by a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," he says, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
He opens the door to find Lydia standing there with a small girl Blaine recognizes from the orphanage.
"Hello, sir. We're from the Mission of Hope Orphanage, and we're collecting donations for - oh! Blaine, how nice to see you again!"
"Lydia, how are you? Please, come in. We'd love to make a donation." Blaine says, ushering them inside.
The little girl looks around, sizing up their apartment.
"Blaine, honey, who's at the door?" Kurt asks, coming into the living room.
"Kurt!" the little girl exclaims as she breaks away from Lydia and runs towards him. She attaches herself to his legs and he laughs.
"Well hello there, Miss Emmy. How are we today?" he says brightly.
"Good," she says emphatically.
"Good," he says, smiling.
"Lydia and Emmy are collecting donations for the orphanage," Blaine informs Kurt. "And of course I told them we would be happy to donate."
"Of course," Kurt agrees.
"Kurt?" Emmy asks, tugging on his pant leg. He crouches down to her height.
"What is it sweetie?"
"Something smells yummy," she says.
He glances up to Lydia, who nods her head.
"Well Emmy let me tell you, you are quite the lucky girl today. We were just baking some Christmas cookies. Would you like to try one?"
"Yes, please!" she exclaims, eyes sparkling. She holds her hands out and Kurt hoists her up into his arms and brings her into the kitchen.
"We have all kinds," he tells her. "Chocolate chip, Snickerdoodle, Gingerbread…"
"Chocolate chip is my favorite!"
"Chocolate chip it is, then," he says, placing her down gently at the kitchen table. He grabs a plate of cookies and two cups of milk and joins her at the table.
Blaine and Lydia look on from the living room.
"She seems quite enamored with him," Lydia says.
"She's not the only one," Blaine replies. "He has that effect on people."
"Have you two ever thought of adopting?"
"We…uh…we're not married. Yet. Can you keep a secret?" he whispers.
She nods her head.
"I'm going to propose, on Christmas."
"Blaine, that's wonderful. Do you think he has any idea?"
"I hope not. I want it to be a surprise. But we have talked about it. Adoption, I mean. "
"Blaine, I have to be honest with you," Lydia says. "Emmy is…a very special little girl. Her parents died in a car accident, about a year ago. She's been with us ever since. She's usually so shy, so quiet and reserved. I've never seen her like this. The two of you…your sing-a-long was a hit with all of the children, but Emmy just can't stop talking about it, and she never talks this much. She's like a completely different little girl."
"Lydia, what are you saying?" Blaine asks.
"It's just something to think about," she replies. "It's a big decision, I know. But you saw the way she lit up when she saw Kurt. And she's asked for the same song before bedtime every night since you sang for us."
"What song?"
"Rudolph-the-Red-Nosed Reindeer," Lydia says. "The song that Kurt - ""
"Danced with her. I remember. This is…this is a lot to take in."
"But you will think about it?" Lydia asks.
"Oh, yes," Blaine says. "Absolutely."
Eleventh Day of Christmas (Christmas Eve)
The first thing Kurt notices upon waking is that it's late. The colorful lights of the city that never sleeps are dulled by the curtains on the windows and their bedroom is dark and quiet.
The second thing Kurt notices is that his wrists are tied together above his head, which he realizes when he tries to prop himself up on the bed and instead faceplants into the mattress. A thrill of excitement fills him. It's been a while since he and Blaine have played this game, but if Blaine wanted to play, then Kurt is all in.
He pulls a little on his restraints, testing their tightness. He's not sure what Blaine's used to tie him up. It's coarse and slightly scratchy against his skin. He knows that he knows what it is, he just can't place it.
He silently debates whether he should call for Blaine or wait for Blaine to come in and discover he is awake. He knows Blaine will like it better if he finds Kurt awake and hard for him, so he opts for waiting patiently on the bed. He stretches out on his back, bound arms extended over his head, knees bent and slightly parted. He's already half hard with anticipation, and he knows that Blaine will notice as soon as he comes in.
Kurt doesn't have to wait long.
The door creaks open a few moments later and light pools in from the living room. Blaine steps in and switches the lights onto dim.
"Well, well, well," he says. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally awake."
Kurt says nothing, wanting the night to go wherever Blaine intends it to go.
"It's a good thing, too," Blaine continues in a playful voice. "Because you've been a naughty, naughty young man."
"Have I?" Kurt asks innocently.
"Oh, yes," Blaine says. "Very naughty. I'm going to have to punish you, I'm afraid."
"Of course," Kurt agrees. "What did I do, if I may ask?"
"You were asleep when I got home. I had plans to take you out to dinner, but when I came in, you were sleeping."
"I just meant to take a short nap, I swear."
"Be that as it may, I had to cancel my reservation. You know I hate to do that." Blaine's voice is firm, but underneath it the joking manner Kurt is accustomed to.
"I know." Kurt shifts uncomfortably on the bed.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asks, dropping his mock seriousness.
"Just trying to get comfortable."
"You're about to be punished," Blaine says, pulling his shirt over his head. "You don't get to be comfortable."
He tosses the shirt on the floor and then crawls onto the bed, stalking up to Kurt, dragging his body over the other man's. His breath ghosts over Kurt's face until he suddenly bites down harshly on his ear.
"Your safe word tonight is jingle bells," Blaine whispers, then he bends his head lower, beginning to suck on the spot he just bit.
"How appropriate," Kurt says sarcastically. That earns him another bite, quick and sharp as Blaine silently reprimands him for his comment. He shudders. He loves how demanding and rough Blaine can be in bed. It's so different from his usual dapper self. It still amazes him how Blaine can go from suave and debonair to filthy and sex-crazed at the drop of a hat.
Blaine is making his way lower now, mapping out a wet, sloppy trail of kisses and bites from Kurt's neck down his collar bone, thanking whatever powers may be that Kurt naps only in his boxer-briefs. He progresses hastily southward, thinking that one of the best things about having Kurt at his mercy is that it drives Kurt absolutely insane to not be able to touch Blaine. It's not the power of having Kurt utterly powerless that gets Blaine hot, it's the way Kurt gets more and more frustrated the longer Blaine teases him.
He deftly swipes his tongue at one nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from Kurt, who tries desperately to arch his body up closer to Blaine's. He can't quite get the right leverage with his arms knotted together above his head, and he lets out a frustrated sound.
"I don't think so," Blaine says into Kurt's chest as he pushes him back down with one arm. His tongue darts out again as his lips close in around the tiny bud, and Kurt whimpers. With his hand, Blaine tweaks Kurt's other nipple and the man below him is reduced to nothing but low, guttural sounds.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is that too much for you?" Blaine asks in a noncommittal way. "Just wait until it's your dick in my mouth, then we'll see what kind of noises you make." He doesn't wait for a response before he's back to nipping his way down Kurt's torso, alternating between kissing and biting at the smooth flesh, marking it as his own.
When he reaches the elastic of Kurt's boxer-briefs he glances up to see Kurt sprawled out before him, head thrown back, a red blush creeping onto his face. He doesn't remove the undergarment, not yet. Instead he continues nipping at Kurt through the thin gray material, forcing him to spread his legs wider and wider as he bites at the apex of his thighs.
"Blaine!" Kurt moans as Blaine starts mouthing his hardness through the thin material. Blaine smiles to himself as he feels Kurt's length in his mouth. He crooks his head sideways, wrapping his lips around the head of Kurt's cock, and even through the briefs he can taste the salty tang of pre-cum.
Blaine loves to tease, but he can't put off the need to taste Kurt for much longer. He fingers the elastic of Kurt's waistband, pulling it back and letting it snap against Kurt's skin. Kurt thrusts his hips up in response, knowing what he's in store for.
"Uh uh," Blaine warns. "No thrusting. Not if you want my hot, wet mouth around your cock any time soon."
Kurt visibly tries to restrain himself, the look of struggling self-control plain on his face. Blaine gives him a cocky grin before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the briefs and pulling them down Kurt's legs. He goes tantalizingly slow, on purpose of course, trailing his fingers down Kurt's thighs as he removes the only piece of clothing Kurt is wearing. And then Kurt's cock springs free from its confines and is waiting there at attention for Blaine to touch.
"God I love your dick," Blaine says, wrapping a hand around it and giving a few experimental pumps. "So long and hard. I love sucking you off, you know? Love feeling you against the back of my throat."
"Blaine, please!"
"Yeah, that's right. Beg for it. You know I can't resist that."
"Please, Blaine, I - I-" Kurt stammers as he feels an experimental swipe of tongue across his tip.
"You what?" asks Blaine. "Can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is."
"Want your mouth on my cock!" Kurt shrieks as Blaine tightens his grip, pumping harder. "Please!"
After that, Blaine has no choice but to oblige. He sinks his mouth down around Kurt, running his tongue down the length of his cock as he takes it into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down, slow and rhythmically, still teasing just a little bit. He knows Kurt wants it fast and hard, but he's just not ready to give in yet.
He sinks back down as far as he can, until he can feel the tip of Kurt's cock against the back of his throat. He stays like that for a few seconds, allowing Kurt to feel the full heat of his mouth, before sliding slowly back up to the tip. Then Blaine sinks back down again and he can almost feel Kurt trying to restrain himself from thrusting up into his mouth.
He comes up again and swirls his tongue around Kurt's slit, spreading the saliva and pre-cum around the head. He brings his hand back up to Kurt's shaft and begins working him swiftly, knowing that the combination of mouth and hand will drive Kurt crazy. Sure enough, after only a few strokes, Kurt is moaning unintelligibly.
Kurt tries to thrust and Blaine forces his hips back down to the bed with his other arm.
"Blaine, fuck me! Please, I've been so - ah - so bad!"
"Oh, is that what you want?"
"Yes!"
"Yeah?" Blaine asks, flicking his tongue over Kurt's slit. "You want my fingers stretching you open? My dick pounding into you? My name the only thing you'll be able to remember?"
"Yes!" Kurt moans. "Please!"
"Well, if you're sure," Blaine chuckles, reaching over to their nightstand and grabbing the bottle of lube he had placed their earlier. He flips the cap open and pours a liberal amount over his fingers. He rubs his fingers together, coating them, before returning his attention to Kurt.
He palms Kurt's ass, spreading his cheeks wide and taking a moment to appreciate the view. Kurt's muscles tighten at Blaine's touch and his cock stands up long and hard. His head is glistening and so dark it's almost purple and his tight puckered hole is just begging to be stretched.
A disgruntled noise from Kurt makes Blaine finally snap into motion. He strokes a finger down the length of Kurt's cock and slides over his hole causing Kurt to thrust forward in anticipation. He grazes over the hole again on the upstroke and begins to rub small circles around it. Even now when the only thing he can think of is fucking Kurt into oblivion, he manages to control himself in favor of teasing Kurt just a little bit more.
He pushes his finger in slightly, just enough pressure to make Kurt moan but not enough to satisfy him.
"Blaine, please," Kurt begs, his voice bordering on hysterical.
"If you insist," Blaine says, as he plunges his finger in all the way. Kurt shrieks in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the intrusion before almost immediately starting to rock his hips, trying to hit that spot inside him.
"I love how eager you are," Blaine growls as he adds another finger. "Do you have any idea what you look like, spread out and tied up for me?" He starts scissoring his finger, stretching Kurt open, as quickly as possible because the tightness in his own jeans is starting to get to him. "It's positively filthy they way you're fucking yourself on my fingers."
"Blaine!" Kurt screams as Blaine's fingers hit his prostate. Blaine takes one more look at him sprawled out on the bed, limbs writhing, and he knows that he needs to be in him now.
He manages to undo his pants with his free hand and shucks them off, tossing them into the growing pile on the floor, all the while continuing to pump his fingers into Kurt.
"I'm going to fuck you now," is all he says before his fingers are gone and quickly replaced with his cock.
"Yessss," Kurt hisses as Blaine's cock slowly fills him up. Blaine pushes in until he's completely sheathed inside his boyfriend. He groans at the feel of Kurt tight and hot around him. He kisses Kurt sloppily on the mouth, already beginning to lose control of himself. Their tongues battle and Kurt is clearly trying to show some kind of dominance but his hands are still tied above his head and he hasn't got much to work with.
"Blaine," he moans. "Untie me. Please?"
"No way," Blaine grunts as he pulls out and thrusts back into Kurt in one smooth motion.
"Unngh," Kurt moans, thrusting his hips up to meet Blaine's. "Please! Please, I just want to touch you!"
That thought appeals to Blaine quite a bit.
"Tell you what," he says with a sharp upward thrust. Kurt throws his head back and keens. "You guess what I used to tie you up, and I'll untie you."
"I - I don't know!" Kurt gasps. Blaine is thrusting into him much faster now, supporting himself on one arm and pumping Kurt's cock with the other.
"Come on," Blaine prompts him. "You know what it is." He squeezes tightly around Kurt's cock, loving the feel of pre-cum on his fingers.
"Ah - ah - I don't - I don't know. Rope?"
"Guess again."
"It's scratchy. I don't know! It feels like - ah more please - like bristles or something."
"Go with that. Come on Kurt, I'm not going to last much longer. I wanna cum with your hands tangled in my hair."
"Unngh, yes!" Kurt cries as Blaine switches his angle slightly, now brushing across Kurt's prostate with every thrust. "Oh - oh no - you did, didn't you?" Kurt breathes as realization dawns on him.
"Tell me!" Blaine demands. He lets go of Kurt's cock and his hand flies up to Kurt's wrists. "Come on, tell me and I'll untie you."
"Tinsel," Kurt gasps. In an instant Blaine pulls on the end of the binding and Kurt's wrists are free. Blaine pulls the tinsel away from Kurt in a streak of red and then he's tugging Kurt's hands down to his body.
"Touch me," Blaine pleads harshly and then Kurt's hands are everywhere all at once - groping at his toned chest, scratching down his back, tangling in his hair.
Blaine knows neither of them will last much longer and he ups his game once again. He's thrusting full force into Kurt now and Kurt is meeting him thrust for thrust. He pushes Kurt's hand away when he tries to wrap his hand around his neglected erection and he starts pumping him in time with their rhythm.
"So - ah - so close!" Kurt gasps. He's got one hand tangled in Blaine's hair, the other gripping his shoulder, trying to keep him grounded as Blaine rocks into him with all the force he can muster.
"Unngh, me too!" Blaine groans. "God you look so fucking hot like this. You're completely undone underneath me and I fucking love it."
"Fuck, yes!" Kurt screams and all at once he's cumming all over Blaine's hand, muscles contracting around Blaine who is thrusting now with abandon.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck!" cries Blaine as his orgasm rushes over him. Kurt feels Blaine's release inside him, warm and filling. He lets out a string of incoherent whimpers as Blaine's thrusts slow down and the feeling edges just over the line of pleasure.
Blaine collapses onto Kurt and they both just lay there for a moment, breathing deeply, chests heaving.
"I love you," Kurt breaths. "So, so much."
"I love you too," Blaine manages to get out. Still coming down from his high, he rolls off of Kurt and flops onto the pillow beside him. He glances at the clock on his bedside table.
"Hey," he says. "It's after midnight."
"Mmm, so it is," Kurt replies.
"Merry Christmas, love," Blaine says.
"Merry Christmas."
Twelfth Day of Christmas (Christmas Day)
Kurt wakes up to winter sunlight streaming in through the window and Blaine's morning erection pressed up against his backside. He moans softly in approval and grinds gently backwards into Blaine who makes a low mmmh sound at the contact.
Starting to roll his hips in small circles, Kurt again grinds backwards into Blaine.
"Mmmm," Blaine mumbles. "Love waking up to this." He shifts forward slightly, his cock nestled against Kurt's ass.
"Me, too," Kurt says.
Blaine wraps his arm around Kurt's middle and lets his fingers trail down to Kurt's own morning wood. He teases his fingers slowly over Kurt, stroking him lightly with just his fingertips.
In a complete contrast to last night which was hard and rough and needy, this morning is slow and gentle and delicate. Blaine maintains his steady build-up, stroking Kurt lightly until he is fully hard, then increasing his pace and pressure just the slightest bit.
Kurt continues to roll his hips backwards and soon enough both men are writhing in pleasure, not caring that they're covered in their own mess.
Eventually they get out of bed to shower and get ready for what will be a long but exciting day. Blaine sidles up to Kurt who is fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. He wraps two strong arms around Kurt's waist and peppers his neck with a trail of soft kisses.
"I love you," he says quietly.
"I love you too."
~~~~~~~~~~
The arrival of Finn and Rachel to the apartment that afternoon with Burt and Carole in tow is a happy reunion. Kurt hasn't seen his parents in far too long and he cherishes the fact that they can all spend the holidays together.
"How was your flight?" Kurt asks as he hangs his father's and Carole's coats up.
"Not bad," Burt says.
"Better than when we flew in during that storm for your graduation last spring," Carole jokes.
They all sit down to an early dinner together, with plans to attend Blaine and Rachel's night performance at eight.
Kurt looks around the table and smiles contentedly to himself. He can't think of anything he could possibly want more than to spend the holidays with the people he loves the most. The only thing stopping this from being the perfect meal is that Kurt notices Rachel giving pointed looks at Blaine throughout dinner. By the time everyone is finishing up their main meal, Kurt can't take it anymore.
"Rachel, your eyes have been shooting daggers at Blaine all night. Would you just go ahead and criticize him about whatever it is you think he messed up in the show last night so that you can argue and get it over with?"
"She's not - ," Blaine falters.
"Go on," Rachel encourages.
With a look of determination on his face, Blaine turns his chair slightly so that he's facing Kurt, and takes the other man's hands in his own.
"Kurt."
"Blaine?"
"I love you."
"Oh my god," Kurt breathes.
"What's going - ," Finn starts, but Carole waves her hand at him effectively shushing him.
"I love you so much," Blaine continues. "I love everything about you. I love the way you wait up for me on the couch on late nights and that you sing Gaga in the shower every morning. I love coming home to you and your delicious cooking and I love falling asleep with you every night and waking up to you every morning."
"Oh, Blaine…"
"I know that it's Christmas and that it's so incredibly cliché, but I wanted your family to be here. And I just want you to know how much I love you and that I want to be with you, forever."
He pauses for a moment to push his chair out from behind him. He gets down on one knee and pulls a small black velvet box from his pocket. Kurt gasps silently and brings a hand to his mouth as Blaine opens the box.
"Kurt Hummel, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"
"Oh my god, yes!" Kurt squeals as tears start falling from his eyes. Blaine's own eyes are starting to tear up as he pulls the ring from the box, a huge grin on his face. He takes Kurt's hand and gently slips the ring onto his finger.
"Congratulations!" Carole gushes as Blaine straightens up and Kurt flings his arms around his fiancé's neck. Burt gives Blaine a nod of approval over Kurt's shoulder as Finn slaps him on the back enthusiastically.
"I love you, too," Kurt whispers into Blaine's ear.
"Merry Christmas, Kurt."
"Merry Christmas, Blaine."
Five Years Later
December 25, 2022
Blaine is laying in bed, warm and content, one arm wrapped snugly around Kurt. Still in that hazy place between sleeping and waking, they snuggle into each other under the warm duvet.
"Daddy! Papa!"
The peaceful silence is broken by the small blonde girl jumping up and down at the foot of their bed. Blaine sits up and stretches his arms up high, letting out a yawn. The little girl runs around to his side of the bed. Clad in green flannel pajamas covered in candy canes, the little girl holds her arms out to Blaine. He lifts her up over the side of the bed and places a soft kiss on her forehead.
Kurt rolls over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He smiles when he sees their little girl.
"Good morning Papa," the little girl says.
"Good morning, Emmy," Blaine replies with a smile. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Emmy," Kurt greets her.
"Merry Christmas, Daddy!"
"Can we open presents yet?" Emmy asks with eyes wide.
"Mmmm, in a little bit, sweetheart," Blaine answers. "Come snuggle with Daddy and me."
"Okay, Papa."
"Come here," Kurt says, patting the space between Blaine and himself.
Emmy crawls over Blaine to settle between them. Kurt gently kisses her cheek. Blaine pulls the covers up over all three of them and wraps his arm protectively around Emmy and Kurt. He nuzzles Kurt's cheek over the head of their little girl.
"I love you," he whispers softly.
"I love you, too."