Fic: In College You Know Who You Are (5/?)
Title: In College You Know Who You Are (5/?)
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Christmas is not Blaine's favorite time of the year but now he has a hot boyfriend to escape to.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1 .
Warnings for this part: A bit of Blangst, fluff, shower sex and bottom!Blaine
Part 5: December 2013
Kurt sighed. He loved Christmas because he got to spend so much time with his family but he was beginning to feel claustrophobic. His family had grown so much back in high school when his father had married Finn’s mother and now that their assorted cousins were marrying and having babies-- it was a tight fit in the kitchen. Kurt squeezed out into the living room and tried to breathe but it was just as packed there. After a moment of indecision, Kurt decided to go and sit on the floor by the Christmas tree. His dad smiled at him fondly before being roped back into a conversation with Kurt’s uncle Jack. Finn was sitting on Burt’s other side shoving chips in his mouth at an alarming rate. Kurt thought about reprimanding him for gorging on junk food after eating a healthy dinner but God knew the boy could eat all day long without stopping. Kurt’s musings were interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket.
Blaine:
Hey beautiful, merry Christmas.
Kurt felt a sappy smile stretch across his face and he didn’t even try to stop it. No one was paying him any attention right now.
Kurt:
Merry Christmas to you too. How is it at your house? It’s really crowded over here.
Blaine:
Well, you’ve seen the size of my house. It’s not crowded by people but it is packed full of ego.
Kurt winced in sympathy.
Kurt:
Did you cut your hair?
Kurt giggled when he saw that his next message was a multimedia message. He opened it and saw Blaine scowling into the camera, his curls cropped short and gelled down.
Kurt:
Very dapper, Blaine.
Blaine:
I hate it. This is how my mom made me wear my hair all through high school. The gel makes my head itch.
Kurt:
Poor baby. It’s just for today.
Blaine:
Are you wearing the scarf I bought you for xmas? I’m wearing the sweater you got me. ;)
Kurt rolled his eyes as another picture loaded on his screen. This time it was Blaine grinning dopily and pointing at his sweater. Kurt was relieved to see that the sweater looked just as good on Blaine as it had in Kurt’s mind.
Kurt:
Of course I am, silly.
Blaine:
No picture? L
Kurt rolled his eyes and looked around the room. No one was looking in his direction. He felt a little self conscious as he raised his iPhone and clicked a picture of his face and shoulders. Burt looked over at him when the flash went off and Kurt blushed.
“Having fun over there, kid?”
“Yeah. Just showing off my new scarf.”
“Is that the one Blaine bought you for Christmas? He asked me what to get you and I told him that you liked scarves this time of year.” Finn mumbled around his mouthful of chips.
Kurt blushed again and ran a nervous hand over his scarf. It was a beautiful scarf-- not designer but still expensive. It was a light grey color and it would match almost anything Kurt wore.
“Yeah it is. I bought him a sweater and he got me this. Thank you for giving him a good gift idea.” Kurt said genuinely.
“No problem. You’re actually easier to shop for than anyone I know because you have so many weird outfits that I can get you weird things.” Finn chuckled when Kurt glared at him.
Kurt’s phone vibrated again.
Blaine:
I want to tell you that you look beautiful but I’m so distracted by your shirt. I can’t believe you have the first few buttons open. I’m practically drooling over here.
Kurt laughed out loud and his dad turned to look at him curiously. Kurt shrugged at him and looked back at his phone, typing furiously.
Kurt:
You should see the rest of my outfit. You would like my pants.
Blaine:
…
Really?
Kurt swallowed and fought the blush he knew coloring his cheeks. Once again, everyone’s attention had turned away from him and he really did want to tease Blaine a little. With shaking fingers he typed out a response.
Kurt:
Yes. They’re new and very tight. I don’t even know why I bother buying underwear since I can’t wear them with most of the pants I own.
Blaine:
Fuck. You cannot say things like that to me when I’m surrounded by my family. My uncle is trying to convince me to go to law school and all I can think about is your body.
Kurt:
Tell him you don’t want to go to law school. You want to go to New York to be with your hot boyfriend. ;)
Kurt chewed his fingernail anxiously. He and Blaine had been fooling around for nearly a year but they’d only been officially dating for a few weeks. He was afraid to push too hard but he really wanted Blaine to end up in NYC with him.
Blaine:
I’ve actually been thinking about grad school. I mean, I’ll be a junior this year and I have to declare my major seriously soon. I want to tell me parents that I want to major in music and go to grad school in NYC.
Kurt felt all of the air leave his lungs at once. Blaine wanted to come to New York.
Blaine:
I just don’t know when to tell them. Christmas is obviously a very bad time. Probably this summer. Don’t be surprised if I spend the whole summer at your house to avoid them.
Kurt couldn’t breathe. Blaine was telling him everything he wanted to hear and it was so overwhelming. All he wanted to do was jump in his car and find Blaine.
Kurt:
I’m kind of at a loss for words. You’re really thinking about New York for grad school?
Blaine:
Yeah. Honestly, I’ve always wanted to move there but my parents are OSU alumni and I always knew I’d end up there. The fact that you’re in NY just makes it that much more enticing.
Kurt imagined waking up with Blaine in his bed every morning and his heart thumped hard in his chest. They had been dancing around their feeling since the beginning of the month. After the recital it was obvious that there was a lot more going on than they were willing to admit. They cared for each other and they decided to date-- but there was something more in the reverent way they touched each other.
Kurt:
I wish you were here right now.
Kurt wrapped both of his arms around himself and sighed. Burt’s eye flickered over to him again but Kurt didn’t acknowledge him. He knew his father was still a little apprehensive about the whole Blaine situation. He’d explained to him that they’d made their relationship official and that had soothed Burt but he was still worried that Kurt would get hurt. Kurt knew it was because this was his first foray into love and Burt had to suddenly get used to the idea of Kurt dating.
Blaine:
I do too baby. When does things wind down at your house?
Kurt:
It’s nearly 6 now. My aunt and uncle are leaving in a few minutes and everyone will start to trickle out after that.
Blaine:
Do you think I could come see you? I think my parents have done all the bragging about me that they can. It’s all boiled down to drinking and trying to one up each other that way.
Kurt stood to hug his aunt and uncle goodbye-- then all of the various cousins that also decided to leave as well. After a few minutes it was only his immediate family and his grandparents.
“Dad, do you think it’s ok that Blaine come over for a while?”
“I knew that was what you were about to ask me.” Burt shook his head. “That’s fine. Just tell him to be careful on his way over, the weather is supposed to get bad. He can stay if he wants since it might snow.” Burt replied gruffly.
Kurt smiled widely and threw his arms around his father.
“Thanks dad!”
Kurt:
You can come over and stay if you want. It might snow tonight so be careful.
Blaine:
Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit.
Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and made he way to the kitchen. There was much more room now that most of his family had left. He jumped right in, helping Carole put away leftovers and loading the dishwasher.
“So Blaine is coming over? Did he eat already?” Carole asked as she wrapped up the rest of the turkey.
“He probably did. You know that everyone will be sitting around eating leftover turkey in a few hours anyway.” Kurt smiled as he loaded the pots and pans into the sink and began scrubbing them.
“He’s a really nice boy Kurt. I’m glad you found him.”
Kurt looked up at his step moms beaming smile and felt his eyes prickle.
“We have Finn to thank for that.” He said with a shy smile.
They finished up the rest of the cleaning in record time. Kurt took one final glance around the kitchen before nodding triumphantly at Carole. It was nice having someone to cook and clean with and Kurt missed their kitchen dynamic when he wasn’t home. When they went out to the living room, Kurt found that his dad and brother hadn’t moved an inch from in front of the tv. Kurt shook his head at their post-meal laziness and started straightening up the living room. There was stray wrapping paper and plastic cups strewn about but it only took a few minutes for the room to look normal again. Kurt was just yelling at Finn to take out the trash when the doorbell rang. Finn dragged the trash bag to the front door and flung it open.
“Hi Blaine.” He mumbled, pulling the trash bag outside into the dark.
“Hi Finn!” Blaine waved at him excitedly but the taller boy just kept walking.
“He becomes a zombie on holidays. He eats so much food that all he wants to do is sleep.” Kurt explained, eying his brother critically.
“I see. What about you? What are you on the holidays?” Blaine asked, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist.
“I have impeccable hosting skills. I cook, serve and clean up afterwards. Carole helps too.” Kurt said, trying to add a dash of modesty to his voice.
Blaine chuckled warmly and rested his forehead against Kurt’s.
“I’m generally pretty depressed during the holidays but now that I’m here-- I don’t feel sad at all.” Blaine kissed Kurt softly and Kurt melted against him.
“Dudes, I ate a lot of food today so you don’t want to make me puke, ok?” Finn groused as he came back inside.
Kurt glared at him and Finn held his hands up defensively.
“It’s not the gay thing-- it’s the you guys are so sweet it makes me sick thing!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped away from Blaine.
“Come on, you can say merry Christmas to my parents then we can go watch a movie upstairs.” Kurt took his hand and dragged his forcefully to the living room.
Burt looked at Blaine hard. Taking in his short, gelled hair all the way down to his perfectly shined shoes. Kurt could almost see the gears moving in Burt’s head and he knew his father was remembering Blaine’s comments about his parents.
“Merry Christmas Mr. and Mrs. Hummel.” Blaine said politely.
“Merry Christmas Blaine-- and I’ve told you to call me Carole.”
“Thank you for allowing me to come over.”
“It’s no problem kid, you’re welcome here anytime you want.” Burt said. He still looked a little wary of Blaine but he was trying to be nice.
“Thank you sir, I appreciate it.”
Kurt smiled at his father approvingly before dragging Blaine up the stairs to his bedroom. He pulled out his laptop while Blaine looked through his dvd collection.
“Your dad was nice to me.” Blaine said as he stared at the dvd rack.
“You made an honest man out of me. We’re dating now.”
“At least he’s not going to kill me in my sleep. Wait-- do I have to sleep on the couch?” Blaine asked warily.
“I didn’t ask him where he wanted you to sleep. I’m 20 years old, you can sleep with me.” Kurt answered simply. He plucked the dvd case out of Blaine’s hand and started the movie.
Blaine curled up on Kurt’s bed and wrapped his arms around him. Chicago was one of Kurt’s favorite musicals but he was finding it hard to concentrate with Blaine’s hand rubbing idly up and down his back. By the time the first song had ended, they were sprawled across their bed with Blaine pressing Kurt into the mattress. Blaine’s kiss was hot and dirty and Kurt couldn’t help but writhe beneath Blaine. Kurt groaned into the kiss and rolled his hips, seeking friction. Blaine pulled away suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry! I shouldn’t do that while your parents are still awake!” Blaine looked like a deer in headlights with his wide eyes and nervous twitching.
Kurt couldn’t help it-- he laughed. Blaine watched him roll around clutching his sides and pouted.
“It’s not funny. Your dad just started being nice to me!”
“Blaine. We are adults, the door is closed and we have a musical blaring on my laptop. I think we’ll be ok if we want to make out for a little while.”
Blaine stared at the door nervously for a minute before agreeing that Kurt was right. Besides, it was nearly 8 pm on a holiday and everyone was tired. Kurt knew that everyone would be stumbling bed in the next couple of hours anyway. Kurt leaned up and grabbed Blaine by his shirt and pulled him back down on top of him. Blaine didn’t need anymore prodding than that-- he captured Kurt’s lips in a rough kiss, licking into his mouth and nibbling on his lower lip.
Kurt slid his hands under Blaine’s sweater and dragged his fingernails down Blaine’s back. The other boy gasped into his mouth and ground his erection against his. Kurt tugged at Blaine’s shirt until he lifted his arms around for Kurt to pull it over his head. Blaine sat up and pulled Kurt up with him then began attacking the buttons on Kurt’s vest.
“Why do you wear so many damn layers?” He muttered as he peeled the vest from his chest then began on his shirt.
“Because I like to make you work for it.” Kurt smirked as Blaine finally pulled his shirt off-- only to find his thin undershirt. Blaine jerked the t-shirt over Kurt’s head with a growl then latched his mouth to Kurt’s shoulder.
“If I had my way, I’d keep you naked all the fucking time.” He said, his hot breath tickling Kurt’s neck. There was a possessive edge to his voice and it made Kurt’s cock throb even harder.
“I couldn’t leave the house if I was always naked.” Kurt protested weakly, tilting his head to give Blaine more flesh to lick and suck at.
“That’s the point baby. I’d keep you naked and in my bed so I could fuck you all the time. I’d probably never leave the house either.”
Kurt groaned and surrendered himself to Blaine. He couldn’t think of a witty retort-- he just wanted to lay back and feel Blaine’s mouth all over him. The other boy moved down from his neck to nip at his collarbones then down to lick his nipples. Kurt tried to fist his hands in Blaine’s curls but the gel stopped him. He whimpered and pushed at Blaine’s shoulders until he sat up and looked at him questioningly.
“Do you wanna wash that out of your hair before we go to bed?” Kurt asked with a smirk.
“That would be nice but I thought we were…” Blaine trailed off as Kurt jumped out of bed and grabbed his robe.
Kurt’s favorite thing about his house was the fact that the bathroom connected to his room but not Finn’s He waved Blaine into the bathroom and locked both doors. Then he turned to his boyfriend with mischievous eyes.
“We’ll have to be very quiet.” He said softly.
Blaine nodded as Kurt turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature. Once the shower was hot enough he peeled off his jeans and stepped into the water. Blaine followed a second later. Kurt barely had a chance to wet his hair before Blaine was pressing him against the cool tile wall. He gasped at the shock of cold against his skin but it was swallowed by Blaine’s hungry kiss. Blaine tore his mouth away from Kurt’s after a moment then continued his path down Kurt’s body. Kurt watched as Blaine slid to his knees to mouth at his hipbones. Water was cascading down all around them and Kurt reached down to comb through Blaine’s wet curls. The gel was still a little sticky so he combed through his hair a bit to loosen it more. Blaine grinned up at him and Kurt tugged sharply at his hair to force him to refocus on the task at hand. Blaine stifled a laugh and dipped his head to take the tip of Kurt’s cock into his mouth. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine’s hair and thrusted shallowly. Blaine’s mouth was somehow even hotter than the water and untangled one of his hands so that he could cover his own mouth.
Blaine rocked back on his heels and smirked at him.
“Remember, you have to be quiet baby.” He purred, then sank his mouth back down Kurt’s cock.
Kurt pressed his hand closer to his mouth and bit his knuckle. Blaine swallowed him all the way down, his nose flush with Kurt’s skin. Blaine’s hands gripped his hips and urged him to thrust. Kurt keened softly and moved his hips, fucking Blaine’s face. Water was hitting his chest and caressing his skin and it was just too much. It was hard to be quiet-- he was moaning as quietly as he could and still biting his knuckle so hard it was going to bruise-- and he couldn’t help but snap his hips harder. Blaine groaned around his cock and Kurt saw white. He slapped his hand over his mouth and with muffled cry and came explosively down Blaine’s throat. He slumped against the wall and tried to regain his breath. Blaine got to his feet slowly and tried to smile but his lips were too bruised and red.
“You weren’t very quiet, Kurt.” He scolded with a laugh.
Blaine grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered his hair quickly while Kurt was still wobbly from orgasm. They’d both showered earlier and really weren’t dirty. This was more about freeing Blaine’s curls and having a little fun in the shower. By the time Blaine’s hair was suds free, Kurt had regained his composure and he easily swung his boyfriend around so that Blaine was the one against the wall. Kurt grinned at him evilly before turning Blaine around to face the wall. Blaine was a little confused but he didn’t ask questions, instead he braced his hands on the wall and widened his stance.
Kurt didn’t tease. He dropped straight to his knees and reached out to part Blaine’s cheeks. The other boy whimpered as he realized what was happening. Kurt leaned forward and ran his tongue teasingly around Blaine’s puckered entrance. Blaine whimpered again and Kurt pressed a little harder, licking at him with long, flat strokes. Blaine was pressed back against his face eagerly and Kurt gave in, fucking his tongue into Blaine as hard as he could. Blaine whined low in his throat and reached down to stroke his cock in time with Kurt’s thrusts. Kurt slapped his hand away and wrapped his own around Blaine’s leaking erection. He swirled his tongue around Blaine’s hole, dipping inside of him every other pass. Blaine was thrusting back against his tongue then forwards into Kurt’s hand and it did not take long for him to become overwhelmed. His legs trembled then went still as he pulsed over Kurt’s hand. Kurt watched Blaine lean against the wall and breath deeply and grinned.
Kurt turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself with one of the fluffy towels on the rack and handed another to Blaine. He was still a little dazed from his orgasm but he dried himself automatically. Kurt’s erection had renewed itself with a vengeance and he decided to ignore his skincare routine for once and led Blaine back to his bed room. He laid the other boy down on his bed and crawled on top of him. Blaine groaned into his kiss, tasting himself on Kurt’s lips.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Kurt whispered in his ear.
“Great.” Blaine whimpered, his eyes shut tightly.
“Do you want more?”
Blaine nodded so hard that he nearly dislodged Kurt from on top of him. Kurt laughed and grabbed the lube out of his night stand. He stood up long enough to lock the door then knelt between Blaine’s legs. Blaine was still relaxed from his orgasm and he laid there bonelessly as Kurt spread his thighs and coated his fingers with lube.
“I hope you’re going to participate more than this, Blaine.”
“God Kurt, I can’t move. You broke me.” Blaine gasped as Kurt pressed his lubed fingers inside of him.
Blaine whined softly at the intrusion but he adjusted quickly. He moved his hips in small circles with Kurt’s fingers, riding them the best he could. Kurt watched as Blaine’s cock slowly began to fill again and Blaine arched hard when Kurt brushed against his prostate. Kurt knew that Blaine was still a little over sensitive but he was responding so beautifully. He slid a third finger inside of him and Blaine hissed a little at the stretch but he kept moving against him, accepting him inside of his body. Kurt pressed upwards and rubbed all three of his fingers against Blaine’s prostate, mercilessly massaging it while Blaine bit his lip and whimpered. Then Kurt pulled his fingers free and wiped them on his discarded undershirt. Blaine cried out softly in loss but Kurt shushed him with a kiss.
“Are you ready, love?”
“Yes, please Kurt. I’m so ready baby.” Blaine answered, his hips moving frantically.
Kurt slicked lube over his cock and positioned himself at Blaine’s entrance. Then he thrusted inside in one, smooth motion. Blaine arched against his, taking him in gratefully and wrapping his legs around Kurt’s waist. They rocked together, Blaine meeting each of Kurt’s thrusts with one of his own. Kurt could hear his bed creaking and he kissed Blaine messily to stifle their moans. Blaine was keening steadily into his mouth and Kurt kissed him harder.
“More… please Kurt, fuck me harder.” Blaine groaned, throwing his head back and whimpering.
Kurt gripped Blaine’s hips held him steady as he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was still sheathed and slammed back in. Blaine’s head turned into the pillow and he bit the soft material to try to muffle his cries. Kurt kept up the brutal pace, pounding into Blaine over and over until the other boy was a trembling, panting mess underneath him. Blaine was not going to last--but neither was Kurt. Kurt leaned down and bit roughly at Blaine’s shoulder then his earlobe.
“Come for me, Blaine.” He growled, snapping his hips against Blaine’s.
Blaine’s eyes went wide then slammed shut. His body went taut and Kurt could practically feel the fire rushing up from the base of his spine and exploding out from him. He came copiously despite already having one orgasm, coating both of their stomachs and chests. Kurt watched him come undone before letting his own eyes slip shut and his own orgasm overtake him. He thrusted deep inside Blaine and held himself there as he emptied inside of his body. They fell together in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs.
“Fuck, now we’re a mess.” Blaine whispered hoarsely.
“I have baby wipes in my drawer. Can you reach it?”
Blaine stretched up blindly and felt around until he found the small box of wipes. They cleaned themselves up the best the could then tossed the box and the bottle of lube back into the drawer. Blaine clicked off the lamp and they cuddled together under the blankets.
“Best Christmas ever.” Blaine said, his voice full of awe.
“You’re suck a dork-- I love you.” Kurt giggled, then froze.
“Really?”
Kurt took a deep breath then nodded meekly. Of course he loved Blaine. He’d been falling since the moment they’d met. He had planned to tell Blaine in a much more romantic way but now that the words were out he couldn’t change it.
“I love you too, you know. That’s why I really want to go to New York for grad school. I’ve always wanted out of Ohio but now I just want to be wherever you are.” Blaine murmured, kissing the top of his head.
Kurt felt tears prickle behind his eyes but he blinked them away.
“Best Christmas ever.” Kurt agreed with a smile.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Christmas is not Blaine's favorite time of the year but now he has a hot boyfriend to escape to.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1 .
Warnings for this part: A bit of Blangst, fluff, shower sex and bottom!Blaine
Part 5: December 2013
Kurt sighed. He loved Christmas because he got to spend so much time with his family but he was beginning to feel claustrophobic. His family had grown so much back in high school when his father had married Finn’s mother and now that their assorted cousins were marrying and having babies-- it was a tight fit in the kitchen. Kurt squeezed out into the living room and tried to breathe but it was just as packed there. After a moment of indecision, Kurt decided to go and sit on the floor by the Christmas tree. His dad smiled at him fondly before being roped back into a conversation with Kurt’s uncle Jack. Finn was sitting on Burt’s other side shoving chips in his mouth at an alarming rate. Kurt thought about reprimanding him for gorging on junk food after eating a healthy dinner but God knew the boy could eat all day long without stopping. Kurt’s musings were interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket.
Blaine:
Hey beautiful, merry Christmas.
Kurt felt a sappy smile stretch across his face and he didn’t even try to stop it. No one was paying him any attention right now.
Kurt:
Merry Christmas to you too. How is it at your house? It’s really crowded over here.
Blaine:
Well, you’ve seen the size of my house. It’s not crowded by people but it is packed full of ego.
Kurt winced in sympathy.
Kurt:
Did you cut your hair?
Kurt giggled when he saw that his next message was a multimedia message. He opened it and saw Blaine scowling into the camera, his curls cropped short and gelled down.
Kurt:
Very dapper, Blaine.
Blaine:
I hate it. This is how my mom made me wear my hair all through high school. The gel makes my head itch.
Kurt:
Poor baby. It’s just for today.
Blaine:
Are you wearing the scarf I bought you for xmas? I’m wearing the sweater you got me. ;)
Kurt rolled his eyes as another picture loaded on his screen. This time it was Blaine grinning dopily and pointing at his sweater. Kurt was relieved to see that the sweater looked just as good on Blaine as it had in Kurt’s mind.
Kurt:
Of course I am, silly.
Blaine:
No picture? L
Kurt rolled his eyes and looked around the room. No one was looking in his direction. He felt a little self conscious as he raised his iPhone and clicked a picture of his face and shoulders. Burt looked over at him when the flash went off and Kurt blushed.
“Having fun over there, kid?”
“Yeah. Just showing off my new scarf.”
“Is that the one Blaine bought you for Christmas? He asked me what to get you and I told him that you liked scarves this time of year.” Finn mumbled around his mouthful of chips.
Kurt blushed again and ran a nervous hand over his scarf. It was a beautiful scarf-- not designer but still expensive. It was a light grey color and it would match almost anything Kurt wore.
“Yeah it is. I bought him a sweater and he got me this. Thank you for giving him a good gift idea.” Kurt said genuinely.
“No problem. You’re actually easier to shop for than anyone I know because you have so many weird outfits that I can get you weird things.” Finn chuckled when Kurt glared at him.
Kurt’s phone vibrated again.
Blaine:
I want to tell you that you look beautiful but I’m so distracted by your shirt. I can’t believe you have the first few buttons open. I’m practically drooling over here.
Kurt laughed out loud and his dad turned to look at him curiously. Kurt shrugged at him and looked back at his phone, typing furiously.
Kurt:
You should see the rest of my outfit. You would like my pants.
Blaine:
…
Really?
Kurt swallowed and fought the blush he knew coloring his cheeks. Once again, everyone’s attention had turned away from him and he really did want to tease Blaine a little. With shaking fingers he typed out a response.
Kurt:
Yes. They’re new and very tight. I don’t even know why I bother buying underwear since I can’t wear them with most of the pants I own.
Blaine:
Fuck. You cannot say things like that to me when I’m surrounded by my family. My uncle is trying to convince me to go to law school and all I can think about is your body.
Kurt:
Tell him you don’t want to go to law school. You want to go to New York to be with your hot boyfriend. ;)
Kurt chewed his fingernail anxiously. He and Blaine had been fooling around for nearly a year but they’d only been officially dating for a few weeks. He was afraid to push too hard but he really wanted Blaine to end up in NYC with him.
Blaine:
I’ve actually been thinking about grad school. I mean, I’ll be a junior this year and I have to declare my major seriously soon. I want to tell me parents that I want to major in music and go to grad school in NYC.
Kurt felt all of the air leave his lungs at once. Blaine wanted to come to New York.
Blaine:
I just don’t know when to tell them. Christmas is obviously a very bad time. Probably this summer. Don’t be surprised if I spend the whole summer at your house to avoid them.
Kurt couldn’t breathe. Blaine was telling him everything he wanted to hear and it was so overwhelming. All he wanted to do was jump in his car and find Blaine.
Kurt:
I’m kind of at a loss for words. You’re really thinking about New York for grad school?
Blaine:
Yeah. Honestly, I’ve always wanted to move there but my parents are OSU alumni and I always knew I’d end up there. The fact that you’re in NY just makes it that much more enticing.
Kurt imagined waking up with Blaine in his bed every morning and his heart thumped hard in his chest. They had been dancing around their feeling since the beginning of the month. After the recital it was obvious that there was a lot more going on than they were willing to admit. They cared for each other and they decided to date-- but there was something more in the reverent way they touched each other.
Kurt:
I wish you were here right now.
Kurt wrapped both of his arms around himself and sighed. Burt’s eye flickered over to him again but Kurt didn’t acknowledge him. He knew his father was still a little apprehensive about the whole Blaine situation. He’d explained to him that they’d made their relationship official and that had soothed Burt but he was still worried that Kurt would get hurt. Kurt knew it was because this was his first foray into love and Burt had to suddenly get used to the idea of Kurt dating.
Blaine:
I do too baby. When does things wind down at your house?
Kurt:
It’s nearly 6 now. My aunt and uncle are leaving in a few minutes and everyone will start to trickle out after that.
Blaine:
Do you think I could come see you? I think my parents have done all the bragging about me that they can. It’s all boiled down to drinking and trying to one up each other that way.
Kurt stood to hug his aunt and uncle goodbye-- then all of the various cousins that also decided to leave as well. After a few minutes it was only his immediate family and his grandparents.
“Dad, do you think it’s ok that Blaine come over for a while?”
“I knew that was what you were about to ask me.” Burt shook his head. “That’s fine. Just tell him to be careful on his way over, the weather is supposed to get bad. He can stay if he wants since it might snow.” Burt replied gruffly.
Kurt smiled widely and threw his arms around his father.
“Thanks dad!”
Kurt:
You can come over and stay if you want. It might snow tonight so be careful.
Blaine:
Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit.
Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and made he way to the kitchen. There was much more room now that most of his family had left. He jumped right in, helping Carole put away leftovers and loading the dishwasher.
“So Blaine is coming over? Did he eat already?” Carole asked as she wrapped up the rest of the turkey.
“He probably did. You know that everyone will be sitting around eating leftover turkey in a few hours anyway.” Kurt smiled as he loaded the pots and pans into the sink and began scrubbing them.
“He’s a really nice boy Kurt. I’m glad you found him.”
Kurt looked up at his step moms beaming smile and felt his eyes prickle.
“We have Finn to thank for that.” He said with a shy smile.
They finished up the rest of the cleaning in record time. Kurt took one final glance around the kitchen before nodding triumphantly at Carole. It was nice having someone to cook and clean with and Kurt missed their kitchen dynamic when he wasn’t home. When they went out to the living room, Kurt found that his dad and brother hadn’t moved an inch from in front of the tv. Kurt shook his head at their post-meal laziness and started straightening up the living room. There was stray wrapping paper and plastic cups strewn about but it only took a few minutes for the room to look normal again. Kurt was just yelling at Finn to take out the trash when the doorbell rang. Finn dragged the trash bag to the front door and flung it open.
“Hi Blaine.” He mumbled, pulling the trash bag outside into the dark.
“Hi Finn!” Blaine waved at him excitedly but the taller boy just kept walking.
“He becomes a zombie on holidays. He eats so much food that all he wants to do is sleep.” Kurt explained, eying his brother critically.
“I see. What about you? What are you on the holidays?” Blaine asked, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist.
“I have impeccable hosting skills. I cook, serve and clean up afterwards. Carole helps too.” Kurt said, trying to add a dash of modesty to his voice.
Blaine chuckled warmly and rested his forehead against Kurt’s.
“I’m generally pretty depressed during the holidays but now that I’m here-- I don’t feel sad at all.” Blaine kissed Kurt softly and Kurt melted against him.
“Dudes, I ate a lot of food today so you don’t want to make me puke, ok?” Finn groused as he came back inside.
Kurt glared at him and Finn held his hands up defensively.
“It’s not the gay thing-- it’s the you guys are so sweet it makes me sick thing!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped away from Blaine.
“Come on, you can say merry Christmas to my parents then we can go watch a movie upstairs.” Kurt took his hand and dragged his forcefully to the living room.
Burt looked at Blaine hard. Taking in his short, gelled hair all the way down to his perfectly shined shoes. Kurt could almost see the gears moving in Burt’s head and he knew his father was remembering Blaine’s comments about his parents.
“Merry Christmas Mr. and Mrs. Hummel.” Blaine said politely.
“Merry Christmas Blaine-- and I’ve told you to call me Carole.”
“Thank you for allowing me to come over.”
“It’s no problem kid, you’re welcome here anytime you want.” Burt said. He still looked a little wary of Blaine but he was trying to be nice.
“Thank you sir, I appreciate it.”
Kurt smiled at his father approvingly before dragging Blaine up the stairs to his bedroom. He pulled out his laptop while Blaine looked through his dvd collection.
“Your dad was nice to me.” Blaine said as he stared at the dvd rack.
“You made an honest man out of me. We’re dating now.”
“At least he’s not going to kill me in my sleep. Wait-- do I have to sleep on the couch?” Blaine asked warily.
“I didn’t ask him where he wanted you to sleep. I’m 20 years old, you can sleep with me.” Kurt answered simply. He plucked the dvd case out of Blaine’s hand and started the movie.
Blaine curled up on Kurt’s bed and wrapped his arms around him. Chicago was one of Kurt’s favorite musicals but he was finding it hard to concentrate with Blaine’s hand rubbing idly up and down his back. By the time the first song had ended, they were sprawled across their bed with Blaine pressing Kurt into the mattress. Blaine’s kiss was hot and dirty and Kurt couldn’t help but writhe beneath Blaine. Kurt groaned into the kiss and rolled his hips, seeking friction. Blaine pulled away suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry! I shouldn’t do that while your parents are still awake!” Blaine looked like a deer in headlights with his wide eyes and nervous twitching.
Kurt couldn’t help it-- he laughed. Blaine watched him roll around clutching his sides and pouted.
“It’s not funny. Your dad just started being nice to me!”
“Blaine. We are adults, the door is closed and we have a musical blaring on my laptop. I think we’ll be ok if we want to make out for a little while.”
Blaine stared at the door nervously for a minute before agreeing that Kurt was right. Besides, it was nearly 8 pm on a holiday and everyone was tired. Kurt knew that everyone would be stumbling bed in the next couple of hours anyway. Kurt leaned up and grabbed Blaine by his shirt and pulled him back down on top of him. Blaine didn’t need anymore prodding than that-- he captured Kurt’s lips in a rough kiss, licking into his mouth and nibbling on his lower lip.
Kurt slid his hands under Blaine’s sweater and dragged his fingernails down Blaine’s back. The other boy gasped into his mouth and ground his erection against his. Kurt tugged at Blaine’s shirt until he lifted his arms around for Kurt to pull it over his head. Blaine sat up and pulled Kurt up with him then began attacking the buttons on Kurt’s vest.
“Why do you wear so many damn layers?” He muttered as he peeled the vest from his chest then began on his shirt.
“Because I like to make you work for it.” Kurt smirked as Blaine finally pulled his shirt off-- only to find his thin undershirt. Blaine jerked the t-shirt over Kurt’s head with a growl then latched his mouth to Kurt’s shoulder.
“If I had my way, I’d keep you naked all the fucking time.” He said, his hot breath tickling Kurt’s neck. There was a possessive edge to his voice and it made Kurt’s cock throb even harder.
“I couldn’t leave the house if I was always naked.” Kurt protested weakly, tilting his head to give Blaine more flesh to lick and suck at.
“That’s the point baby. I’d keep you naked and in my bed so I could fuck you all the time. I’d probably never leave the house either.”
Kurt groaned and surrendered himself to Blaine. He couldn’t think of a witty retort-- he just wanted to lay back and feel Blaine’s mouth all over him. The other boy moved down from his neck to nip at his collarbones then down to lick his nipples. Kurt tried to fist his hands in Blaine’s curls but the gel stopped him. He whimpered and pushed at Blaine’s shoulders until he sat up and looked at him questioningly.
“Do you wanna wash that out of your hair before we go to bed?” Kurt asked with a smirk.
“That would be nice but I thought we were…” Blaine trailed off as Kurt jumped out of bed and grabbed his robe.
Kurt’s favorite thing about his house was the fact that the bathroom connected to his room but not Finn’s He waved Blaine into the bathroom and locked both doors. Then he turned to his boyfriend with mischievous eyes.
“We’ll have to be very quiet.” He said softly.
Blaine nodded as Kurt turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature. Once the shower was hot enough he peeled off his jeans and stepped into the water. Blaine followed a second later. Kurt barely had a chance to wet his hair before Blaine was pressing him against the cool tile wall. He gasped at the shock of cold against his skin but it was swallowed by Blaine’s hungry kiss. Blaine tore his mouth away from Kurt’s after a moment then continued his path down Kurt’s body. Kurt watched as Blaine slid to his knees to mouth at his hipbones. Water was cascading down all around them and Kurt reached down to comb through Blaine’s wet curls. The gel was still a little sticky so he combed through his hair a bit to loosen it more. Blaine grinned up at him and Kurt tugged sharply at his hair to force him to refocus on the task at hand. Blaine stifled a laugh and dipped his head to take the tip of Kurt’s cock into his mouth. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine’s hair and thrusted shallowly. Blaine’s mouth was somehow even hotter than the water and untangled one of his hands so that he could cover his own mouth.
Blaine rocked back on his heels and smirked at him.
“Remember, you have to be quiet baby.” He purred, then sank his mouth back down Kurt’s cock.
Kurt pressed his hand closer to his mouth and bit his knuckle. Blaine swallowed him all the way down, his nose flush with Kurt’s skin. Blaine’s hands gripped his hips and urged him to thrust. Kurt keened softly and moved his hips, fucking Blaine’s face. Water was hitting his chest and caressing his skin and it was just too much. It was hard to be quiet-- he was moaning as quietly as he could and still biting his knuckle so hard it was going to bruise-- and he couldn’t help but snap his hips harder. Blaine groaned around his cock and Kurt saw white. He slapped his hand over his mouth and with muffled cry and came explosively down Blaine’s throat. He slumped against the wall and tried to regain his breath. Blaine got to his feet slowly and tried to smile but his lips were too bruised and red.
“You weren’t very quiet, Kurt.” He scolded with a laugh.
Blaine grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered his hair quickly while Kurt was still wobbly from orgasm. They’d both showered earlier and really weren’t dirty. This was more about freeing Blaine’s curls and having a little fun in the shower. By the time Blaine’s hair was suds free, Kurt had regained his composure and he easily swung his boyfriend around so that Blaine was the one against the wall. Kurt grinned at him evilly before turning Blaine around to face the wall. Blaine was a little confused but he didn’t ask questions, instead he braced his hands on the wall and widened his stance.
Kurt didn’t tease. He dropped straight to his knees and reached out to part Blaine’s cheeks. The other boy whimpered as he realized what was happening. Kurt leaned forward and ran his tongue teasingly around Blaine’s puckered entrance. Blaine whimpered again and Kurt pressed a little harder, licking at him with long, flat strokes. Blaine was pressed back against his face eagerly and Kurt gave in, fucking his tongue into Blaine as hard as he could. Blaine whined low in his throat and reached down to stroke his cock in time with Kurt’s thrusts. Kurt slapped his hand away and wrapped his own around Blaine’s leaking erection. He swirled his tongue around Blaine’s hole, dipping inside of him every other pass. Blaine was thrusting back against his tongue then forwards into Kurt’s hand and it did not take long for him to become overwhelmed. His legs trembled then went still as he pulsed over Kurt’s hand. Kurt watched Blaine lean against the wall and breath deeply and grinned.
Kurt turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself with one of the fluffy towels on the rack and handed another to Blaine. He was still a little dazed from his orgasm but he dried himself automatically. Kurt’s erection had renewed itself with a vengeance and he decided to ignore his skincare routine for once and led Blaine back to his bed room. He laid the other boy down on his bed and crawled on top of him. Blaine groaned into his kiss, tasting himself on Kurt’s lips.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Kurt whispered in his ear.
“Great.” Blaine whimpered, his eyes shut tightly.
“Do you want more?”
Blaine nodded so hard that he nearly dislodged Kurt from on top of him. Kurt laughed and grabbed the lube out of his night stand. He stood up long enough to lock the door then knelt between Blaine’s legs. Blaine was still relaxed from his orgasm and he laid there bonelessly as Kurt spread his thighs and coated his fingers with lube.
“I hope you’re going to participate more than this, Blaine.”
“God Kurt, I can’t move. You broke me.” Blaine gasped as Kurt pressed his lubed fingers inside of him.
Blaine whined softly at the intrusion but he adjusted quickly. He moved his hips in small circles with Kurt’s fingers, riding them the best he could. Kurt watched as Blaine’s cock slowly began to fill again and Blaine arched hard when Kurt brushed against his prostate. Kurt knew that Blaine was still a little over sensitive but he was responding so beautifully. He slid a third finger inside of him and Blaine hissed a little at the stretch but he kept moving against him, accepting him inside of his body. Kurt pressed upwards and rubbed all three of his fingers against Blaine’s prostate, mercilessly massaging it while Blaine bit his lip and whimpered. Then Kurt pulled his fingers free and wiped them on his discarded undershirt. Blaine cried out softly in loss but Kurt shushed him with a kiss.
“Are you ready, love?”
“Yes, please Kurt. I’m so ready baby.” Blaine answered, his hips moving frantically.
Kurt slicked lube over his cock and positioned himself at Blaine’s entrance. Then he thrusted inside in one, smooth motion. Blaine arched against his, taking him in gratefully and wrapping his legs around Kurt’s waist. They rocked together, Blaine meeting each of Kurt’s thrusts with one of his own. Kurt could hear his bed creaking and he kissed Blaine messily to stifle their moans. Blaine was keening steadily into his mouth and Kurt kissed him harder.
“More… please Kurt, fuck me harder.” Blaine groaned, throwing his head back and whimpering.
Kurt gripped Blaine’s hips held him steady as he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was still sheathed and slammed back in. Blaine’s head turned into the pillow and he bit the soft material to try to muffle his cries. Kurt kept up the brutal pace, pounding into Blaine over and over until the other boy was a trembling, panting mess underneath him. Blaine was not going to last--but neither was Kurt. Kurt leaned down and bit roughly at Blaine’s shoulder then his earlobe.
“Come for me, Blaine.” He growled, snapping his hips against Blaine’s.
Blaine’s eyes went wide then slammed shut. His body went taut and Kurt could practically feel the fire rushing up from the base of his spine and exploding out from him. He came copiously despite already having one orgasm, coating both of their stomachs and chests. Kurt watched him come undone before letting his own eyes slip shut and his own orgasm overtake him. He thrusted deep inside Blaine and held himself there as he emptied inside of his body. They fell together in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs.
“Fuck, now we’re a mess.” Blaine whispered hoarsely.
“I have baby wipes in my drawer. Can you reach it?”
Blaine stretched up blindly and felt around until he found the small box of wipes. They cleaned themselves up the best the could then tossed the box and the bottle of lube back into the drawer. Blaine clicked off the lamp and they cuddled together under the blankets.
“Best Christmas ever.” Blaine said, his voice full of awe.
“You’re suck a dork-- I love you.” Kurt giggled, then froze.
“Really?”
Kurt took a deep breath then nodded meekly. Of course he loved Blaine. He’d been falling since the moment they’d met. He had planned to tell Blaine in a much more romantic way but now that the words were out he couldn’t change it.
“I love you too, you know. That’s why I really want to go to New York for grad school. I’ve always wanted out of Ohio but now I just want to be wherever you are.” Blaine murmured, kissing the top of his head.
Kurt felt tears prickle behind his eyes but he blinked them away.
“Best Christmas ever.” Kurt agreed with a smile.