fic: underneath and unexplored.
A/N: the song that's playing is this one. it's the song the fic title is from and i just think it's soothing and sexy and the lyrics give me klaine feelings. but it doesn't actually matter, so if you hate it or don't feel like listening to it, you're not missing anything. also idk if i ever mentioned this but they're both juniors in this fic, because headcanon says that blaine is only a year behind because of sadie hawkins and since that obviously didn't happen in this 'verse, they're in the same grade.
23. Kurt
Kurt had never realized a night could be so shitty while also being so incredible, and his head is still spinning when he decides he's had enough of prom.
There'd been some rude comments and a more than a few disgusted looks after Kurt's coronation and Blaine's kiss, but they'd held their heads high and gripped each others' hands, and with chaperones all over the place, it's not like anyone could have done anything to them. They'd stuck around for a few more songs before Kurt had suggested they make an exit. They'd both hugged Rachel before leaving -- she'd been teary-eyed and thrilled for them -- and said goodbye to the rest of the glee club. Puck had high-fived them both, Brittany had clapped like a seal, and Finn had given them a smile, albeit a somewhat sickly one.
When they step outside the gym, Blaine stops and turns to Kurt, and shoves his hands into his pockets.
"I had a speech prepared," he says, sounding a bit sheepish. "And then there was going to be a kiss, and then cheesecake. I, uh, got to the kiss a little early, but there can still be a speech and cheesecake, if you're up to it."
"Can I take a raincheck on the cheesecake? I would love to hear your speech, but mostly I want to go home," Kurt says.
"Oh. Yeah, of course," Blaine says, his face falling. "I--I wanted to walk down by the cafeteria where we met, but I can say it here."
"Tell me at home," Kurt says, and starts walking toward his car, tugging at Blaine's arm. "You're coming with me, aren't you? To stay over?"
"Oh! Yes, if you want me to, I'd love to," Blaine says, hurrying along beside Kurt. "Will it be okay with your dad?"
Kurt frowns, unsure. "I hope so. I don't know. Shit."
"Um, well, my parents are in New York," Blaine says softly, his eyes wide and earnest. "We could go to my house, and you could stay over if you wanted. I mean, not to do anything. Just to...spend some time together?"
"Yes," Kurt says immediately. "Rachel and I had plans for a post-prom slumber party -- oh, she knew I'd be leaving with you! I'm sure she'll cover for me."
"Good," Blaine says, the relief in his voice obvious. "I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet."
They hug before getting in their cars, and Kurt whispers "I'm never saying goodbye to you" into Blaine's hair. Never again.
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"I can't believe this night," Blaine says when Kurt, pajama-clad and freshly moisturized -- he'd done an abbreviated version of his routine; just because his world has flipped upside down and back again several times tonight, that doesn't mean he's willing to get wrinkles-- walks back into his bedroom. "I mean, you're here and that's...amazing, but damn."
"Yeah," Kurt says, sitting on the bed and tucking his legs beneath him. Blaine is puttering around the room, straightening things and fussing with his computer. He settles on a playlist and soft music fills the room. He pauses before joining Kurt on the bed, sitting close but not touching him.
I wonder if he's as nervous as I am. It seems strange to be nervous; it's Blaine, for god's sake. But it's been a hell of a night, and it's been so long since they've been together -- thirty-eight days, Kurt knows, he hated every one of them -- and it all feels really new, even though it isn't.
But then Blaine reaches out and touches Kurt's knee, just lightly, and Kurt isn't nervous anymore. Blaine's hand is so warm and familiar and grounding, and Kurt's just...grateful. And maybe a little emotional, he thinks, as his eyes prickle. "Are you okay? Really?"
"I don't know," Kurt says honestly, picking at a loose thread in Blaine's
comforter and feeling a lump rise in his throat. "I was so -- humiliated. And I wanted to...I tried to shake it off, but then on the dance floor I felt so alone and it was just...terrifying." His eyes well up and he blinks, feels a tear slide down his cheek. "But then you were there and it made me so happy, and now I'm just. I don't know, overwhelmed," Kurt finishes, wiping his eyes with shaking hands.
Blaine's on him immediately, wrapping his arms around Kurt's shoulders and pulling him close, making soothing sounds and murmuring little words of comfort. "Please don't cry," he says, sounding dangerously close to tears himself. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that happened and I'm sorry I made you wait so long. I'm so sorry if I ever made you feel like I was ashamed or embarrassed to be with you."
"No," Kurt says, pressing his face into Blaine's shoulder and snuffling a little, his voice still coming out choked up and shaky. "I'm sorry. I just...I had this idea in my head of how things would be, and then I was so set on it, and then just when you needed me the most, I gave up on you. But then tonight when I needed you, you were there." He lifts his head and meets Blaine's eyes, then raises his hand to brush away the tear that's clinging to Blaine's long eyelashes. "I don't know what to say."
"Well, do you want to hear my speech now?" Blaine asks, laughing a little and wiping his eyes. "I think it's pretty good."
"Later," Kurt says, and he kisses Blaine then, soft and warm and salty-sweet, tears and a hint of toothpaste. Blaine's hand comes up to cup his cheek and Kurt sighs into the kiss. "I missed you," he whispers against Blaine's mouth. "So much."
"You're amazing," Blaine says, dropping soft kisses on Kurt's lips between every syllable.
"You are," Kurt answers, and he nuzzles their noses together before kissing Blaine again, this time deeper, letting his mouth fall open so that Blaine's tongue can slide against his own. It feels so good, so perfect and tender and intimate, the press of their mouths and tongues and Blaine's hand still cradling Kurt's face, and Kurt shivers and wiggles closer on the bed, pulls Blaine's lower lip into his mouth and feels him shudder.
"You take my breath away," Kurt whispers into the tiny space between their mouths, then swipes his tongue over Blaine's top lip.
"God, Kurt," Blaine says, and his voice breaks as he scrambles
back on the bed, fisting his hands in Kurt's pajama top and dragging him along, pulling Kurt on top of him as he lays down. "Is this -- is this okay?"
"Yes," Kurt breathes, and kisses him again, sucking and nibbling on Blaine's lips and gasping when he feels Blaine's erection pressing up into the crease of his thigh, thick and firm and for Kurt. "Oh god," he whimpers.
"Too much?"
"No." Not too much. Good, perfect, and not enough. Kurt wants -- well, he wants Blaine. He wants to be closer and to fall into him and never, ever leave, and he's not sure what to do but his body knows what it wants, somehow, and his hips thrust down into Blaine, making them both moan.
"God, you feel so good," Kurt murmurs, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along Blaine's jaw. "I have no idea what I'm doing, is this okay?"
"Yes, yes, so okay," Blaine groans, shifting beneath him and pushing his hips up, rubbing his thigh against Kurt's aching cock. "Don't stop. Please."
"I'm not," Kurt says, shuddering and pressing down again. "I can't."
"Good," Blaine says, his voice so low it's almost a growl, and he winds his arms around Kurt's neck, tugs him down to kiss. Blaine's tongue thrusts up into Kurt's mouth, kissing him wet and slick and a little dirty, and Kurt loves it. He sucks eagerly on Blaine's tongue, lets his teeth scrape lightly over it, and when Blaine shivers Kurt smiles against his mouth. There's still music playing -- it's shifted into something low and sexy, and Kurt feels sexy, rolling his hips down again and again and again. The heat's building low in his belly, making him shake and moan and kiss Blaine harder, and he lets it happen. Kurt wants it, wants this, wants to come undone and bring Blaine with him, to watch Blaine fall apart beneath him.
Kurt slides a hand up Blaine's side, under his t-shirt, just to feel him; just because he can. Blaine's skin is soft and slightly sweat-damp and Kurt wants to see it, wants to see all of it, but getting Blaine's shirt off would involve moving away from him, and that is definitely not happening, not with the way Blaine is squirming and panting underneath him, making soft needy sounds that are bringing Kurt closer and closer to the edge.
"Kurt," Blaine gasps. "I'm close, I'm close, can I..."
"Yes," Kurt whimpers, his head falling back, not caring what the question is. Yes, do it, do anything you want.
Blaine groans and unwraps his arms from Kurt's neck, reaching down to grab at his ass instead, squeezing and bucking up into him. Kurt shudders and moans, feels himself spiraling out of control as Blaine pushes and pulls at him, making their bodies slide together instead of pressing, and it's so fucking good Kurt feels like crying. Then Blaine shifts a little, and Kurt feels it, Blaine's hard cock rubbing right against his own, and he can't help but let out a strangled cry.
"Oh god, there, there," he chokes out, and Blaine whines and thrusts up and pulls Kurt down hard and comes, an unmistakable pulsepulsepulse against Kurt's cock, heat and wetness that Kurt can feel even through both of their pajamas. Blaine's fingers dig into Kurt's ass as he comes, pulling his cheeks apart just a little and that tips Kurt over the edge; he thrusts down one more time and comes with his tongue in Blaine's mouth, both of them sweaty and trembling.
"Oh my god," Kurt says once he can breathe well enough to speak.
"I agree," Blaine says, tilting his face up and placing soft, barely-there kisses on both corners of Kurt's mouth. He lifts a hand to brush his fingers along Kurt's cheekbone, his touch achingly gentle, like Kurt is something fragile.
He's not, though. He knows he's
not. Not now; not when he has this. How could he be? He doesn't feel fragile at all.
I feel invincible.
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Last night, they'd separated briefly to clean themselves up, quick showers and a pair of borrowed pajamas for Kurt, then wound themselves around each other and talked. Poor Blaine had never gotten to make his speech, but he'd given Kurt the highlights between languid, lazy kisses, and they'd agreed that yes, it would have been a very good speech. They'd fallen asleep not long after that, curled up together, warm and sated and happy.
Waking up beside Blaine is just as astonishing the second time as it was the first time, Kurt discovers. Maybe even moreso, because now Blaine is his. Getting out of bed, on the other hand, totally sucks, but Kurt had promised his dad he'd be home by noon so he could go help him out with a bunch of paperwork he needed to do at the garage, so they drag themselves out from beneath the covers and get dressed. Blaine makes Kurt a cup of coffee to take with him, and walks him out to his car.
"Thank you," Blaine says as Kurt unlocks his car.
"For what?"
"I don't know, everything? For being amazing and being my boyfriend again and for coming over and staying with me and giving me the best orgasm ever?"
"Blaine!" Kurt yelps, feeling his face turn bright red. "You have got to stop saying things like that."
"I only speak the truth," Blaine says sweetly, and he kisses Kurt on his flaming cheek. "Call me later?"
"Absolutely," Kurt says, opening his car door. "And thank you for being incredible and brave and being my boyfriend again and letting my stay over and borrow your pajamas."
"And?" Blaine prompts, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth.
"And what?" Kurt asks blankly.
"Anything else you want to thank me for?" Blaine asks, wiggling his eyebrows and beaming.
Oh, fine, Kurt thinks. I'll play. He leans in, brushing his cheek against Blaine's, and whispers in his ear. "Thank you for making me come so hard I forgot my own name."
Blaine's mouth drops open in shock, and Kurt climbs into his Navigator feeling extremely satisfied. Looks like I won that round! He shuts the car door and turns on the ignition, then sees Blaine still standing next to the car, peering in at him and talking, but Kurt can't hear him through the glass. He pushes the button to roll down the window.
"Yes?" Kurt says, laughing. "You were saying something?"
"I was saying I love you."
Kurt thinks he hears angels singing.
"I love you, too," he says, and grabs Blaine's face, almost yanking him through the car window so he can kiss him until they're both breathless.
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