Fic: five times blaine plans finn’s interruption and one time it’s accidental, Kurt/Blaine, NC-17
Title: five times blaine plans finn’s interruption and one time it’s accidental
Author: littlemrstom
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s)/Characters: Kurt/Blaine and Finn
Rating: Extreme NC-17
Warnings: (One very very very brief mention of) spanking, Potential voyeurism, Adult Content
Word Count: 6500
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nothing but the plot. I especially do not own Glee. Sad times.
Summary: “Dude, I’m being serious. How can you be gay when you like football and sports and… stuff?”
When Finn questions Blaine on his sexuality, Blaine thinks that he needs convincing of it. And then things get out of hand. (The title is somewhat a giveaway.)
Author Notes: All I seem to do these days is fill kink_meme prompts. Written for this one on the glee_kink_meme! Also, my girl dearthursday offered to make me this stunning banner! All credit goes to her. <3
When Finn approaches him awkwardly in the kitchen of the Hummel-Hudson house to ask him if he’s really gay, Blaine thinks he’s joking at first. He laughs loudly and pushes at Finn’s shoulder, leaning back against the refrigerator, until he realises that Finn isn’t laughing along with him. He straightens up and strokes any creases out of his cardigan and clears his throat.
“Dude, I’m being serious,” Finn tells him earnestly, his broad shoulders hunched around his ears uncomfortably. “How can you be gay when you like football and sports and… stuff?” He shuffles his feet, unable to meet Blaine’s eyes.
“So, I’m going to ignore how horribly stereotypical that sentence was,” Blaine articulates, pursing his lips to try and maintain his serious face because Finn looks like he thinks this is a serious matter. “I am gay, Finn, okay? I’m sure you heard about the whole debacle with Rachel a few weeks ago - sorry about that, by the way.” Finn doesn’t seem to appreciate Blaine’s attempt at humour, so he clears his throat again, feeling a little claustrophobic backed up against the refrigerator with Finn towering inches over him.
Finn blinks. “But-Kurt. Kurt really likes you, you know,” he says as if Blaine doesn’t know.
“I know he does,” Blaine replies. His lips quirk up at the corners as he adds, “And I rather like him, too.”
“But doesn’t that freak you out?” Finn asks curiously as he remembers when Kurt had been crushing on him a few months ago, because that had freaked him out. “He’s, like, a lot gayer than you and-”
“Yeah, okay, that I can’t ignore,” Blaine interrupts. “There aren’t levels of gayness, Finn, alright?” he says smoothly. He doesn’t want to sound like he’s undermining Finn (even though he kind of is), and while he isn’t homophobic, it is clear Finn doesn’t really know what he’s talking about. “Sure, Kurt is a little more…” He searches for the correct word, “...flamboyant than I am,” he finally decides on. “But that doesn’t mean I’m any less gay.”
Finn takes a moment to absorb Blaine’s words. “So, are you two, like, together or something?” he eventually asks. “Is that why you’re always over here these days?”
Blaine wonders how long it took him to work that one out. “Yes, Finn,” he says definitively, hoping to leave no room for Finn to question their relationship. He’s starting to feel a little awkward now, and he hopes that he has settled Finn’s worries about his sexual orientation enough for him to move aside to let him pass; Kurt is waiting for him upstairs because he only came down for a glass of water, and he’ll no doubt want to know what took him so long when he returns.
“Right.” Finn makes a thoughtful face as he mulls over this new piece of information. “Right. For how long?”
Blaine counts the months out on his fingers. “Nearly five months. Since March.”
Finn’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Really? Man. So, um. Does this mean you guys are… you know, having s-”
“And that’s where I draw the line,” Blaine says loudly, laughing a little as he holds his hands up in front of his face. “Finn, all you need to know is that Kurt and I are in a very happy relationship, alright? And that means I am very much gay, even though I like football and sports and stuff. Got it?”
“I guess,” Finn says quickly, and Blaine lets out a slightly frustrated sigh when Finn turns on his heel and hurries away into the living room. Pushing off from the refrigerator, Blaine finally gets his glass of water and sets off up the stairs to Kurt’s room. He spots his boyfriend sat on his bed, television remote in his hand, and his vision snaps over to land on Blaine when he enters the room.
“I thought you’d fallen down the sink,” Kurt says lightly, patting the empty space beside him, beckoning for Blaine to hop up onto it. “I was about to call a plumber. Everything okay?” He settles in against Blaine’s chest and presses a kiss there as Blaine wraps an arm around Kurt’s shoulders to pull him close. He’s warm and smells like cinnamon from the buns they baked earlier.
“Yep, fine,” Blaine answers, tucking fingers into the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck and beginning to massage the area gently. “I was just answering a question Finn had.”
“Uh oh, you didn’t make him think too hard did you?”
“That’s mean,” Blaine chastises playfully as Kurt begins scratching lightly at his belly under his shirt. He moves up Blaine’s body until he’s lying against him from wrists to ankles, and Blaine groans in the back of his throat, only just managing to say, “No, I cleared everything up, don’t worry,” before Kurt’s face moves in closer to his and their lips meet hotly.
---
The idea doesn’t occur to Blaine until it happens accidentally for the first time later the same day. After Kurt kisses him on his return from the kitchen, he kisses him again harder, and this time it is more insistent. With Burt and Carole out furniture shopping (which Kurt has, for once, foregone in order to be able to spend some alone time with Blaine) they’ve been able to fully shut Kurt’s bedroom door, and so Kurt feels no shame in physically attaching himself to Blaine’s side the moment he returns to him. His fingers pop the buttons to the cardigan Blaine is wearing (the one that Kurt picked out, obviously) and his hands slide up the insides of the t-shirt he wears underneath, flattening over the smooth planes of Blaine’s chest and running over the thin hairs he finds there.
Blaine doesn’t try to stop it-why would he?-and instead he allows himself to follow Kurt’s actions, stripping Kurt of his own shirt and ignoring his protests (as usual) when he tosses it carelessly to the floor. Kurt ignores his disregarded clothing after a moment and instead focuses himself on tugging Blaine’s arms out of his sleeves to be able to remove his clothes, too. It takes a good few tugs until Blaine is free from the woollen confines and then Kurt is pulling his t-shirt over his head until they’re both bare chested and Kurt can’t keep himself from rubbing their torsos together. To make the angle easier, he slings a leg over Blaine’s waist and hoists himself up until he’s straddling him, placing his hands just above Blaine’s shoulders on the bed to keep his balance.
“Mmm, you feel really good,” Kurt mumbles, his voice padded by the patch of skin on Blaine’s neck that he’s attached his mouth to. His teeth graze over the area and Blaine is pretty sure he’ll be left with a mark he’ll have to cover with a scarf to keep his parents from seeing, but he doesn’t discourage Kurt; instead, he elongates his neck further to give him more room, and at the same time he slips his fingers down the back of Kurt’s slacks, immediately feeling the heat of him.
Kurt lets out a muffled groan as Blaine slides his fingers over his ass in long, though somewhat constricted movements, and does his best to simultaneously push back against his hands and push forward to get some friction on his rapidly hardening cock. It’s a hard act to balance until Blaine catches on and pushes with his hands until Kurt’s clothed length brushes against Blaine’s, stuck inside his jeans.
Blaine doesn’t notice at first because he’s far too preoccupied trying to unfasten the intricate and multiple buttons on Kurt’s pants that he damns repeatedly every time they get to this stage. “Kurt, you know these fancy trousers of yours are potentially stopping me from getting to your cock-”
“Blaine, oh my god, shut up,” Kurt says, and he’s batting at Blaine’s hands to get him to let go. Blaine does, of course, and he’s just about to ask if he did something wrong until Kurt speaks again. “Finn, what the hell are you doing here?”
Blaine’s eyes bug as he feels Kurt roll off him and grab up the blanket from his bed to use to cover himself. He sits up, chest heaving, and turns to face the door. He sees Finn immediately, looking mortified, his hand raised in a fist as if knocking on thin air.
“I-you-the door wasn’t fully shut!” Finn says hurriedly.
Blaine watches as Finn just stands there, unmoving. His breathing is still heavy and he’s still hard as fuck inside his jeans, though he’s hiding that fact with the corner of Kurt’s blanket. At least this might convince Finn that I really am gay, he thinks sarcastically, and that’s when the idea hits him. Finn still hadn’t seemed all that convinced of Blaine’s apparent lack of interest in the female sex when he’d left the kitchen earlier on, and Blaine doesn’t really want any more of those conversations.
Maybe the way forward is to just have Finn discover for himself that Blaine really is gay. Sure, Blaine thinks it might be a little cruel, but Finn needs educating, especially if Blaine is going to be spending the majority of his summer at his house, and a little tough love never hurt anyone, right?
Kurt eventually speaks up, breaking Blaine out of his temporary reverie and making Finn jump and realise he’s still standing aimlessly in his step-brother’s doorway whilst said brother and his boyfriend are both half naked. “What did you want, Finn?” he demands testily. “We were, um, busy.”
An entire new wave of red flushes across Finn’s cheeks and he blinks rapidly, as if trying to get the image of Kurt and Blaine together out of his head. “I was just, er-I was just going to see if I could have one of your cinnamon buns whilst they’re still warm,” he stammers out, words a bit jumbled.
“If it will make you leave right now you can have them all,” Kurt says quickly, and with that, Finn nods and disappears, Kurt’s door shutting a little too sharply behind him in his frantic rush to get down the stairs. “I cannot believe he did that.” Kurt lets out a long breath and flops forward onto Blaine’s lap.
Blaine grimaces-he’s unfortunately still hard, and Kurt’s mouth is a little too close to his cock for comfort right now. He doesn’t doubt that they’ll continue, but Kurt might need a minute to get over the shock before they do.
“I thought you’d shut the door.” Oh, so Kurt’s breath is also hot against Blaine’s hip where his jeans have slipped down slightly.
“I thought I had, too,” he says.
Kurt sucks in a breath and then turns his head up so that his eyes lock with Blaine’s. “How about you get up and lock it?” he says lowly, pulling the blanket over Blaine’s lap away and pushing himself up onto all fours. “Because, you know, I wasn’t finished.”
---
The second time it happens, Blaine has planned it. He and Kurt are on the sofa in the living room of Kurt’s house, and the place is silent. Both Carole and Burt are still at work and Finn went to Rachel’s for lunch, so he’ll be back at any moment. There’s a movie playing on the screen in the background, but it’s black and white and in French, and Blaine soon got bored after not being able to understand more than the odd bonjour or merci beaucoup, so he’s taken to tracing lines across Kurt’s bare hip where his shirt has inadvertently rolled up around his wasit.
Consequently, Kurt is slowly writhing in Blaine’s lap and Blaine is basking in the subtle friction his groin is receiving.
After a few moments, Kurt stops the film and squirms to roll over until he’s laid on his belly across Blaine’s legs. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but he makes do. “Blaine Warbler, you are the single biggest distraction ever, did you know that?” he asks pointedly, one eyebrow raised as he looks up at Blaine.
“I could have guessed it,” Blaine responds, shrugging his shoulders. His hands are now resting on the small of Kurt’s back, thumbs drawing firm circles over the soft skin.
“I don’t know why I bother watching foreign movies with you. I have to pay twice as much attention to understand, and you make it difficult to understand even English ones.” Kurt rolls his eyes, but the smile across his lips lets Blaine know he’s not being serious. His hands settle in the gap between Blaine’s legs, his eyes darting down every now and again.
“I don’t know why you bother, either,” Blaine quips, grinning. “I don’t think we’ve made it all the way through one yet.” He glances at the clock on the wall; Finn should be on his way home now.
Kurt taps Blaine’s thigh in mock sternness, and Blaine hisses through his teeth. “Kurt…” he warns.
“What’s the matter?” Kurt asks, eyes darkening as he catches on to what Blaine is insinuating. He moves his hand higher up Blaine’s thigh, and then higher again, until his fingers are brushing the outline of Blaine’s cock, visible through his pants. “Would you look at that,” he murmurs, stroking along Blaine’s length. He lifts his eyes up to meet Blaine’s, squeezing his fingers tighter. “Want me to…?” he starts, and Blaine is so close to saying yes until he remembers his plan.
He shakes his head and sits up, startling Kurt so much that Blaine has to reach out and grab his arm to keep him from toppling off the side of the couch. “Later,” Blaine says, shifting until Kurt is sitting at the opposite side of the sofa and it’s now Blaine who’s resting between his legs, his back curving awkwardly as he unbuttons the fasten on Kurt’s black skin-tight jeans. “I want to.”
“Well, this is a-uh-much encouraged turn of events,” Kurt mutters dryly, and then he gasps as Blaine unzips his fly and pulls his jeans and boxers down far enough to be able to pull his cock out. Blaine’s warm breath hits his newly exposed skin immediately and Kurt hisses as Blaine wastes no time in nuzzling against the tip with his lips, lapping across the slit and pulling out a sound that Kurt desperately tries to muffle from between his boyfriend’s lips. Kurt’s hands tangle in Blaine’s (for once) unstyled hair, grasping at the locks near his scalp and tugging lightly as Blaine opens his mouth and takes in the first couple of inches of his cock.
There’s a delicious heat building in Blaine’s lower stomach already, though it’s different to the one that was brought on by Kurt and his earlier writhing. This particular heat is derived from anticipation; his ears are tipped towards the door like a cat’s for any sound of it opening and his eyes aren’t quite shut.
Blaine has Kurt almost all the way in his mouth and the fingers of his left hand are rolling Kurt’s balls gently between them when he hears the front door handle turning. He’s surprised he hears it over the lewd groans Kurt is releasing, though they are probably also why Kurt doesn’t hear it. He’s completely wrapped up in the ministrations Blaine is giving him, so when Blaine spots Finn depositing his bag by the door and kicking off his shoes he feels slightly guilty about how Kurt isn’t going to be able to come yet, despite how hard he is, pulsing and throbbing inside his mouth.
“Holy crap-”
Blaine fights to keep the grin off his face as Finn walks into the room and walks right into the best seat in the house for the blowjob Blaine is currently giving Kurt. He tightens his throat so as not to choke and as quickly as possible pulls himself free of Kurt, rising up over him to cover up his boyfriend’s exposed skin.
“Finn!” Kurt yells, and Finn just pales on the spot. “What are you doing home? I thought you were at Rachel’s all day?”
Finn opens and closes his mouth a few times before he’s able to speak. “I-I only went for lunch. I told you. Well, I told Blaine since you were in the bathroom,” he mumbles, pretending to be very interested in a food stain on the front of his t-shirt.
“Blaine?” Kurt asks slowly.
Blaine bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling again. He looks over-exaggeratedly at the clock on the wall and rolls his eyes. “I guess I lost track of time. Sorry about that, Finn,” he says, looking at him insistently until Finn is forced to look back.
“It’s, er-” Blaine can tell he’s about to say ‘it’s okay’ until he realises that it actually isn’t and catches himself. “I’ll just, um, be, um, in my room,” he says instead, and he picks up his bag and runs out the room again.
When Finn’s door is heard shutting, Kurt lets out a long breath and tilts his head to look down at Blaine. “Did you know he was only going for lunch?” he questions dubiously.
Blaine can’t help but look a little guilty. “Yes,” he answers, “but that doesn’t mean I knew what time he’d be home.” He grins and leans up to capture Kurt’s mouth with his own before he can get another word in edgeways, letting Kurt taste himself on his tongue. He moans softly into the kiss and before a minute is up, Kurt is pushing his hips up into Blaine’s chest, currently covering his groin. “Want me to continue?” Blaine asks deviously when he pulls away, breathless. “I doubt Finn will surface again until he hears me leave later.”
Kurt doesn’t answer and instead just pushes at Blaine’s head to guide him downwards until his lips are once more paralleled with his dick.
---
The third time is similar to the second. Blaine thanks whatever gods that may or may not exist that Burt and Carole are at work every week day and Saturday from the crack of dawn until early evening because it makes planning his next set of moves so much easier when he doesn’t have them to account for. This time they’re in Kurt’s room again and the door is wide open, because Kurt believes that Finn will be out at Puck’s all day, even though Blaine knows better.
He didn’t lie to Kurt, per se; Kurt had asked when Finn would return, and Blaine had merely said “not for a while”, which is technically the truth… dependent on what Kurt’s definition of ‘a while’ is.
Blaine has Kurt on his back, hands gripping the top of his headboard so tightly his knuckles are turning white, with his legs spread and knees pointing towards his head. Blaine thinks Kurt looks stunning like this, his face flushed with concentration as he focuses on what Blaine is doing to him, which is sliding two slick fingers in and out of his entrance at a far-too-slow-for-Kurt’s-liking pace, his tongue lapping around his hole where it’s beautifully red and stretched around his digits.
“Blaine,” Kurt says gutturally, shifting slightly beneath Blaine, though he can’t really move far because Blaine is holding him hostage with his arms acting as barriers against his thighs. “Blaine,” he says again. “Blaine, you absolute asshole, faster.”
Blaine chuckles against Kurt’s skin and it sends rumbling vibrations through every lit nerve in Kurt’s body, but he complies and quickens his pace. The motion pacifies Kurt momentarily, at least it does until he pulls his fingers out completely and then Kurt is trying his damndest to kick Blaine in whatever body part he can reach. He barely manages to catch his shoulder twice before Blaine is grabbing his feet, too, though he is unable to say anything in reprisal because his tongue is a bit too occupied pushing its way into Kurt’s opening.
“If you weren’t-oh God-so good at this, Blaine Warbler, I would hate you so much right now, I hope you know that,” Kurt says, panting slightly between words as the bubbling in the bottom of his stomach begins to increase tenfold. Blaine just grins against his ass cheek, licking extra deep as a reward for the compliment.
Despite the fact that Blaine can’t see anything save for the creamy skin of Kurt’s behind, he knows immediately when Finn has entered simply because of the change in atmosphere in the room. Kurt flinches and Finn’s horror is almost palpable.
“Oh my god, not again,” Kurt groans, because he was so close to finishing. He pushes Blaine’s head away and then yanks him up to cover his body again. Kurt’s eyes meet Blaine’s and stare at him in annoyance, and this time he doesn’t even bother to ask if Blaine knew Finn was going to arrive back.
“You’re still standing there, Finn,” Kurt deadpans a moment later, and now Blaine can see him because he turns his head and spots Finn in the door way, his face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears.
“I, er-Rachel. Rachel wanted me to give you this,” he stutters, holding out a disk with ‘Rachel’s Vocal Covers, Disc 12’ scrawled in her handwriting on the bottom in gold sparkly ink. He drops it on the top of Kurt’s dresser and fumbles with his hands. “Okay, um, wait, is that the phone? Yeah-” And then he leaves and Kurt is staring at Blaine and Blaine can’t help but grin sheepishly.
---
The fourth time is way more interesting because it’s at Blaine’s house. They don’t come here very often because Blaine is still way too terrified of his father to risk introducing them to Kurt in case they say something they shouldn’t, but this weekend they’re visiting relatives a couple of hours away and as soon as their car turned out the end of their road, he’d been on the phone to Kurt with the promise of an empty house and presents.
“I think meeting your father would so be worth it if we got to use this bed more often, you know,” Kurt says as he falls backwards onto the double bed, gathering the blankets around him and sighing into their warmth. The mattress bounces beneath him and he moans quietly, narrowing his eyes to watch Blaine stood over him, eyebrows raised. “So where is it?”
Blaine blinks and places a knee on the bed between Kurt’s legs. He leans forward over him, but Kurt stops him with a hand to the middle of his chest. “Where’s what?” Blaine asks, trying to lean forward again, though Kurt is stronger than he looks and Blaine finds himself unable to move.
“My presents, you said you had some for me on the phone?” Kurt reminds him, pushing him again until Blaine is forced to get up before he slides off the bed.
A look of realisation falls over Blaine’s face. “Oh”, he says, walking towards his closet. “Well, technically I only have one,” he continues, voice muffled as he begins digging through his belongings and draws out a shoe box. He removes the lid and takes out the shoes, before reaching what he’s looking for. The object is wrapped up in black crepe paper and Kurt pushes himself to sitting on the bed, looking somewhat puzzled.
“Tadah,” Blaine says when he pulls it out, and Kurt’s jaw drops a little. Inside the paper is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen since his face and possibly Blaine’s, too. A smooth (although somewhat obnoxious) pink dildo rests in Blaine’s hand. “I thought we could give it a whirl?”
Kurt nods before Blaine can expand on his request any further, and that’s how he ends up sprawled out on Blaine’s bed, Blaine kneeling on the floor at the bottom of it, working the toy in and out of Kurt so rapidly his wrist is aching. Kurt looks glorious like this, he thinks, naked as the day he was born with his face flushed pink and his skin damp with perspiration. His eyes are closed as he focuses on rolling his hips against Blaine’s ministrations, but Blaine’s are very much open, which is why, when another figure appears at the entrance to his room, he notices straight away.
He doesn’t say anything though, he waits for Finn to make the first move and after he doesn’t for a minute in which he just stares, he turns around and locks his eyes on Finn.
“Blaine, why have you slowed down, I was just about to-you have got to be kidding me. Finn, are you stalking us or something?”
By now, Blaine has pulled the covers over Kurt and Kurt tries to sit up before he remembers the toy that Blaine has so inappropriately left inside him, so he stays as still as he possibly can, scowling at his step-brother with all his might.
“No,” Finn shoots back. “Blaine told me I could come around and borrow some video games for tonight. The glee guys are coming over, remember?”
Kurt shoots a look at Blaine, who puts his hands up in protest and says, “I thought he’d knock first!” He turns away from Kurt’s burning glare and looks at Finn. “Why didn’t you knock?”
“I did,” Finn protests. “Like, fifty million times, but your car was in the drive and the front door was open so I figured you were home.”
“But when you saw us you didn’t leave immediately?” Kurt throws in, trying to keep still because every time he moves, so does the toy and the last thing he wants is to moan in front of Finn. “You’re still here!”
Blaine can’t help but feel a little guilty this time as he sees the look on Kurt’s face, one that says he’s trying to look annoyed but failing because of the phallic object hitting his prostate every time he so much as breathes.
Just as Blaine gets up and says, “I’ll get your games and then you can leave,” Kurt simultaneously says, “I hate you so much right now, Blaine Warbler”. Blaine can’t help but grin as he hands Finn a pile of discs and shoos him from the room, because Kurt might hate him now, but just wait until he finds out about the toy's vibrate function.
---
The fifth and final time Blaine decides to get them caught by Finn, he goes all out. At first Kurt had been dubious about having sex on the floor of his living room (“Carpet burns, Blaine, carpet burns! You know how susceptible my skin is to injury!”). Blaine thought maybe Kurt would have been concerned that it was the place where his family sat together and talked about their days, but apparently Kurt found that part of it mostly arousing. Especially if the way he’d disappeared upstairs to get his favourite blanket to use as a divider from the carpet in record speed and come down the stairs again with his shirt tangled over his head had been any indication.
He wastes no time after that, grabbing Kurt’s hips with his fingers and manoeuvring them until he has Kurt naked and looming over him, and on the floor with three of Kurt’s fingers inside him, his mouth opening and closing sporadically around half-formed words, hair sticking to his brow with sweat and his eyes locked on Kurt’s as he mercilessly thrusts his fingers inside of him over and over and over again.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine groans, pushing his hips down onto Kurt’s hand to try and get him as deep as physically possible. “Faster, you gotta go faster.”
Kurt smirks above him and pauses his movements where he’s rubbing up against Blaine’s thigh to move in order to change the angle of his wrist. He crooks his fingers just to the left, knowing where Blaine’s special spot is without having to search for it and Blaine cries out, crooning into Kurt’s ear as his back arches up off the floor.
“Kurt, fuck,” Blaine curses breathily because Kurt’s fingers turn him into a motor-mouth with no filter. “Need you now, like, now.”
Kurt’s smirk just widens across his lips as he watches Blaine writhe beneath him, but soon enough he’s pulling his fingers out slowly and wiping the excess lube from them onto his cock, which is throbbing against his stomach in anticipation.
The moment he slides into Blaine, Blaine lets out a long moan that reverberates off the walls of Kurt’s living room. Kurt’s smirk turns into a powerful grin because he knows he’s the one turning Blaine into this uncontrollable mess. Things progress quickly after that, because Kurt is never able to last long when he’s inside Blaine like this. He jerks his hips rhythmically into Blaine, his hands holding the tops of his boyfriend’s thighs to keep him where he wants him, and Blaine responds in time with well placed moans and by meeting each of Kurt’s movements.
Kurt barely lasts five minutes. His stomach burns with the exertion and his fingers are cramping where he’s clinging so, so tightly to Blaine, but Blaine can totally understand because Kurt is getting him just right every time and his toes are curling and they let go, Kurt coming inside Blaine and Blaine coming all over his stomach the exact same second that Finn opens the door. He freezes, eyes so wide they look like they may actually pop out of his skull.
“Finn!” Kurt squawks, and then he scrambles, trying to decide if pulling out of Blaine or staying inside will be more or less embarrassing for them both. He doesn’t have to make the decision though, because Finn literally sprints from the room and heads up the stairs, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone, all a tangle of limbs on the living room floor.
“He keeps on doing that,” Kurt groans, pulling out of Blaine carefully and looking down at his boyfriend to make sure he’s not died from the humiliation like Kurt is close to doing. Blaine, though, is biting at his bottom lip and his eyes are watering, and at first Kurt thinks he’s trying not to cry, but then Blaine lets out a small pant he can’t keep in and-is he laughing? “Blaine?” he asks slowly. “Is everything okay down there?” Kurt hmphs as he rolls off Blaine and tugs the blanket out from beneath him to cover them with. His furrows his brow, watching as Blaine fumbles for his words and for breath. Something feels off.
“Yeah, fine, fine, I just-” Blaine covers another laugh with a cough and stands up, beginning to find his clothes. He pulls on his jeans and takes a deep breath, looking down at Kurt and thinking about how he needs to excuse himself to the bathroom soon because he’s going to fucking lose it and Kurt will no doubt catch on if he does. “I’m good.” He offers out his hand and pulls Kurt to his feet, planting a hot kiss on his lips and wrapping the blanket around his naked body. “I’ll be right back, bathroom,” he says, and Kurt nods as he treads up the stairs.
When he reaches the safety of the bathroom, Blaine laughs so hard he cries.
---
“Oh my god, what do you want?” Blaine pokes his head around the doorframe to Finn’s room and is greeted by the taller boy making wide eyes at him and shrinking back into his computer chair. His face immediately runs sheet white, though Blaine can’t really blame him because they’ve not spoken since Finn “caught” them on the living room floor three days ago. According to Kurt, Finn hasn’t stayed in the living room for more than ten seconds since, either.
“Hi to you, too, Finn,” Blaine says coolly, edging his way in until he can rest against the door. “Mind if I come in?” Finn looks at him awkwardly, shrugging a shoulder as if trying to dismiss the question without answering it. “I’ll just stay here then,” Blaine continues. “I get it, it’s weird.”
Blaine can’t help but feel slightly guilty now because Finn looks genuinely scarred. He knows he’ll get over it eventually, but still. Not that he’s about to tell him it was all planned (maybe in a few years when Kurt and Blaine are in New York and Finn is far enough away in Lima to be unable to punch him), though, despite not being religious, he does silently cast a semblance of a prayer up to whatever higher powers exist to ask for forgiveness.
“What do you want?” Finn mumbles, minimizing whatever he was looking at on his computer screen and twirling in his chair to look at Blaine, though he can’t meet his eyes.
“To apologize?” he says. “Well, not to apologize for what we were, er, doing, but to apologize for you seeing it?” He thinks he sees Finn physically shudder in front of him. “But yeah, that was all. Are we cool? There’s a football game on later, if you want to watch it with me and Burt.”
Finn’s eyes dart to the stairs he can just make out behind Blaine, as if wondering if a football game is worth risking the living room. “Um, sure,” he ultimately decides. His lips remain parted on his last syllable, and Blaine stays still, as if expecting him to say something more. “Can I-Can I ask a question?”
Blaine is positive this cannot end well, but he says, “Go for it,” and Finn does.
“So, um, the other day, at your house, Kurt was the one who was… who was, taking-you know.” Blaine pales, his skin now matching the colour of Finn's, but he allows Finn to continue for the time being. He owes him this much. “But then in the living room… it was you. I-I thought gay people, like, had roles or something.”
Blaine closes his eyes momentarily and bites his bottom lip. Obviously Finn isn’t too scarred to be curious. He takes a deep breath and meets Finn’s eyes for the first time. “No,” he says simply. “It, um, depends on the occasion.”
“Oh.” Finn goes quiet and Blaine takes that as his opportunity to leave.
“So, football game later?” he says, turning his body towards Kurt’s room next door.
Finn pulls out a grin from somewhere. “Sure, dude.”
---
“Blaine Warbler, we need to talk.”
Blaine freezes in Kurt’s doorway, his hands slung lazily in his pockets. He’d been hoping to crawl into Kurt’s bed and spend a bit of quality time with their mouths fused (and maybe with a bit of not-so-innocent groping, too), but the look on Kurt’s face makes him quell his hopes in favour of a possibility of begging forgiveness. Screw higher powers; Kurt has the last word for Blaine.
“I’m on to you,” Kurt says then, and Blaine makes a face, closing Kurt’s door behind him and leaning against it, much like he’d just been doing with Finn’s. “Poor, poor, poor Finn.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Blaine tries, but when Kurt smirks at him, he knows he’s been well and truly rumbled. “I’m sorry?” he tries then, but Kurt’s smirk just grows wider and he pats the bed next to where he’s laid. Blaine does as he’s told and takes up his position next to Kurt.
“Whatever possessed you to do that?” Kurt asks. Blaine notes that his voice isn’t angry, nor is his face; he seems amused, curious. His fingers trail up Blaine’s arm and twirl in a loose curl of dark hair hanging over his ear. “You don’t have something of a voyeuristic streak I don’t know about, do you? If so, you could have just told me-”
“No,” Blaine answers straight away. He sighs lightly, unable to hide the grin that’s beginning to appear on his face. “A few weeks ago, before Finn ever… you know. He asked me if I was really gay. He said because I liked football and stuff that he didn’t think I was.” Kurt barks out laughter beside him, and Blaine just elbows him in the side to shut him up. “I just thought he needed a little convincing. I kind of became power hungry.”
“Tsk, tsk. So you lied to me all those times then, when I asked if we were going to be alone long enough?”
“Technically no,” Blaine answers smugly, sneaking closer to Kurt on the bed until their legs tangle. “I never lied to you, although I may have twisted the truth a little bit on occasion.”
“Blaine Warbler,” Kurt says, and Blaine watches as his eyes darken significantly. Kurt sits up on his knees, knocking Blaine off him, and looms over him. Blaine grins, because he thinks he’s going to like where this is going. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” Kurt presses his lips together tightly to keep his smile hidden, but Blaine can see right through it. He humours him though, and rolls to lie out on his stomach, nodding.
“I have,” he states, looking over his shoulder as Kurt settles himself over his thighs. Cool air meets his ass as Kurt pulls on his jeans until they’re around his knees and Blaine shivers when he feels Kurt’s breath against the small of his back. “I think I should be punished.”
Kurt’s face darkens even further at that and he places his left hand on Blaine’s left ass cheek, and lifts his right into the air.
The door opens just as Kurt’s hand smacks down on Blaine’s bare skin.
Both Kurt and Blaine’s heads snap around to the door at lightning speed, and Finn swears, turning around on the spot.
“Blaine!” Kurt shouts, and Blaine holds hands up in innocence as quick as he can.
“I swear to god, I had nothing to do with this! Finn, what do you want?” he asks breathlessly, because he is hard as a rock in his pants and Finn is the biggest fucking cockblock ever when unplanned.
“I only wanted to know what teams were playing!” he says over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing to him?!”
“Ugh, get out, Finn,” Kurt says sharply, and Finn does, not waiting for an answer before he’s slamming the door behind him, hard enough to make the walls tremble. Kurt turns back to Blaine, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
Blaine just grins up at him and wiggles his ass in Kurt’s face. “Man, we’re really gonna have to sit down and talk to Finn about this whole interrupting sex thing, huh?”
Author: littlemrstom
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s)/Characters: Kurt/Blaine and Finn
Rating: Extreme NC-17
Warnings: (One very very very brief mention of) spanking, Potential voyeurism, Adult Content
Word Count: 6500
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nothing but the plot. I especially do not own Glee. Sad times.
Summary: “Dude, I’m being serious. How can you be gay when you like football and sports and… stuff?”
When Finn questions Blaine on his sexuality, Blaine thinks that he needs convincing of it. And then things get out of hand. (The title is somewhat a giveaway.)
Author Notes: All I seem to do these days is fill kink_meme prompts. Written for this one on the glee_kink_meme! Also, my girl dearthursday offered to make me this stunning banner! All credit goes to her. <3
When Finn approaches him awkwardly in the kitchen of the Hummel-Hudson house to ask him if he’s really gay, Blaine thinks he’s joking at first. He laughs loudly and pushes at Finn’s shoulder, leaning back against the refrigerator, until he realises that Finn isn’t laughing along with him. He straightens up and strokes any creases out of his cardigan and clears his throat.
“Dude, I’m being serious,” Finn tells him earnestly, his broad shoulders hunched around his ears uncomfortably. “How can you be gay when you like football and sports and… stuff?” He shuffles his feet, unable to meet Blaine’s eyes.
“So, I’m going to ignore how horribly stereotypical that sentence was,” Blaine articulates, pursing his lips to try and maintain his serious face because Finn looks like he thinks this is a serious matter. “I am gay, Finn, okay? I’m sure you heard about the whole debacle with Rachel a few weeks ago - sorry about that, by the way.” Finn doesn’t seem to appreciate Blaine’s attempt at humour, so he clears his throat again, feeling a little claustrophobic backed up against the refrigerator with Finn towering inches over him.
Finn blinks. “But-Kurt. Kurt really likes you, you know,” he says as if Blaine doesn’t know.
“I know he does,” Blaine replies. His lips quirk up at the corners as he adds, “And I rather like him, too.”
“But doesn’t that freak you out?” Finn asks curiously as he remembers when Kurt had been crushing on him a few months ago, because that had freaked him out. “He’s, like, a lot gayer than you and-”
“Yeah, okay, that I can’t ignore,” Blaine interrupts. “There aren’t levels of gayness, Finn, alright?” he says smoothly. He doesn’t want to sound like he’s undermining Finn (even though he kind of is), and while he isn’t homophobic, it is clear Finn doesn’t really know what he’s talking about. “Sure, Kurt is a little more…” He searches for the correct word, “...flamboyant than I am,” he finally decides on. “But that doesn’t mean I’m any less gay.”
Finn takes a moment to absorb Blaine’s words. “So, are you two, like, together or something?” he eventually asks. “Is that why you’re always over here these days?”
Blaine wonders how long it took him to work that one out. “Yes, Finn,” he says definitively, hoping to leave no room for Finn to question their relationship. He’s starting to feel a little awkward now, and he hopes that he has settled Finn’s worries about his sexual orientation enough for him to move aside to let him pass; Kurt is waiting for him upstairs because he only came down for a glass of water, and he’ll no doubt want to know what took him so long when he returns.
“Right.” Finn makes a thoughtful face as he mulls over this new piece of information. “Right. For how long?”
Blaine counts the months out on his fingers. “Nearly five months. Since March.”
Finn’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Really? Man. So, um. Does this mean you guys are… you know, having s-”
“And that’s where I draw the line,” Blaine says loudly, laughing a little as he holds his hands up in front of his face. “Finn, all you need to know is that Kurt and I are in a very happy relationship, alright? And that means I am very much gay, even though I like football and sports and stuff. Got it?”
“I guess,” Finn says quickly, and Blaine lets out a slightly frustrated sigh when Finn turns on his heel and hurries away into the living room. Pushing off from the refrigerator, Blaine finally gets his glass of water and sets off up the stairs to Kurt’s room. He spots his boyfriend sat on his bed, television remote in his hand, and his vision snaps over to land on Blaine when he enters the room.
“I thought you’d fallen down the sink,” Kurt says lightly, patting the empty space beside him, beckoning for Blaine to hop up onto it. “I was about to call a plumber. Everything okay?” He settles in against Blaine’s chest and presses a kiss there as Blaine wraps an arm around Kurt’s shoulders to pull him close. He’s warm and smells like cinnamon from the buns they baked earlier.
“Yep, fine,” Blaine answers, tucking fingers into the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck and beginning to massage the area gently. “I was just answering a question Finn had.”
“Uh oh, you didn’t make him think too hard did you?”
“That’s mean,” Blaine chastises playfully as Kurt begins scratching lightly at his belly under his shirt. He moves up Blaine’s body until he’s lying against him from wrists to ankles, and Blaine groans in the back of his throat, only just managing to say, “No, I cleared everything up, don’t worry,” before Kurt’s face moves in closer to his and their lips meet hotly.
---
The idea doesn’t occur to Blaine until it happens accidentally for the first time later the same day. After Kurt kisses him on his return from the kitchen, he kisses him again harder, and this time it is more insistent. With Burt and Carole out furniture shopping (which Kurt has, for once, foregone in order to be able to spend some alone time with Blaine) they’ve been able to fully shut Kurt’s bedroom door, and so Kurt feels no shame in physically attaching himself to Blaine’s side the moment he returns to him. His fingers pop the buttons to the cardigan Blaine is wearing (the one that Kurt picked out, obviously) and his hands slide up the insides of the t-shirt he wears underneath, flattening over the smooth planes of Blaine’s chest and running over the thin hairs he finds there.
Blaine doesn’t try to stop it-why would he?-and instead he allows himself to follow Kurt’s actions, stripping Kurt of his own shirt and ignoring his protests (as usual) when he tosses it carelessly to the floor. Kurt ignores his disregarded clothing after a moment and instead focuses himself on tugging Blaine’s arms out of his sleeves to be able to remove his clothes, too. It takes a good few tugs until Blaine is free from the woollen confines and then Kurt is pulling his t-shirt over his head until they’re both bare chested and Kurt can’t keep himself from rubbing their torsos together. To make the angle easier, he slings a leg over Blaine’s waist and hoists himself up until he’s straddling him, placing his hands just above Blaine’s shoulders on the bed to keep his balance.
“Mmm, you feel really good,” Kurt mumbles, his voice padded by the patch of skin on Blaine’s neck that he’s attached his mouth to. His teeth graze over the area and Blaine is pretty sure he’ll be left with a mark he’ll have to cover with a scarf to keep his parents from seeing, but he doesn’t discourage Kurt; instead, he elongates his neck further to give him more room, and at the same time he slips his fingers down the back of Kurt’s slacks, immediately feeling the heat of him.
Kurt lets out a muffled groan as Blaine slides his fingers over his ass in long, though somewhat constricted movements, and does his best to simultaneously push back against his hands and push forward to get some friction on his rapidly hardening cock. It’s a hard act to balance until Blaine catches on and pushes with his hands until Kurt’s clothed length brushes against Blaine’s, stuck inside his jeans.
Blaine doesn’t notice at first because he’s far too preoccupied trying to unfasten the intricate and multiple buttons on Kurt’s pants that he damns repeatedly every time they get to this stage. “Kurt, you know these fancy trousers of yours are potentially stopping me from getting to your cock-”
“Blaine, oh my god, shut up,” Kurt says, and he’s batting at Blaine’s hands to get him to let go. Blaine does, of course, and he’s just about to ask if he did something wrong until Kurt speaks again. “Finn, what the hell are you doing here?”
Blaine’s eyes bug as he feels Kurt roll off him and grab up the blanket from his bed to use to cover himself. He sits up, chest heaving, and turns to face the door. He sees Finn immediately, looking mortified, his hand raised in a fist as if knocking on thin air.
“I-you-the door wasn’t fully shut!” Finn says hurriedly.
Blaine watches as Finn just stands there, unmoving. His breathing is still heavy and he’s still hard as fuck inside his jeans, though he’s hiding that fact with the corner of Kurt’s blanket. At least this might convince Finn that I really am gay, he thinks sarcastically, and that’s when the idea hits him. Finn still hadn’t seemed all that convinced of Blaine’s apparent lack of interest in the female sex when he’d left the kitchen earlier on, and Blaine doesn’t really want any more of those conversations.
Maybe the way forward is to just have Finn discover for himself that Blaine really is gay. Sure, Blaine thinks it might be a little cruel, but Finn needs educating, especially if Blaine is going to be spending the majority of his summer at his house, and a little tough love never hurt anyone, right?
Kurt eventually speaks up, breaking Blaine out of his temporary reverie and making Finn jump and realise he’s still standing aimlessly in his step-brother’s doorway whilst said brother and his boyfriend are both half naked. “What did you want, Finn?” he demands testily. “We were, um, busy.”
An entire new wave of red flushes across Finn’s cheeks and he blinks rapidly, as if trying to get the image of Kurt and Blaine together out of his head. “I was just, er-I was just going to see if I could have one of your cinnamon buns whilst they’re still warm,” he stammers out, words a bit jumbled.
“If it will make you leave right now you can have them all,” Kurt says quickly, and with that, Finn nods and disappears, Kurt’s door shutting a little too sharply behind him in his frantic rush to get down the stairs. “I cannot believe he did that.” Kurt lets out a long breath and flops forward onto Blaine’s lap.
Blaine grimaces-he’s unfortunately still hard, and Kurt’s mouth is a little too close to his cock for comfort right now. He doesn’t doubt that they’ll continue, but Kurt might need a minute to get over the shock before they do.
“I thought you’d shut the door.” Oh, so Kurt’s breath is also hot against Blaine’s hip where his jeans have slipped down slightly.
“I thought I had, too,” he says.
Kurt sucks in a breath and then turns his head up so that his eyes lock with Blaine’s. “How about you get up and lock it?” he says lowly, pulling the blanket over Blaine’s lap away and pushing himself up onto all fours. “Because, you know, I wasn’t finished.”
---
The second time it happens, Blaine has planned it. He and Kurt are on the sofa in the living room of Kurt’s house, and the place is silent. Both Carole and Burt are still at work and Finn went to Rachel’s for lunch, so he’ll be back at any moment. There’s a movie playing on the screen in the background, but it’s black and white and in French, and Blaine soon got bored after not being able to understand more than the odd bonjour or merci beaucoup, so he’s taken to tracing lines across Kurt’s bare hip where his shirt has inadvertently rolled up around his wasit.
Consequently, Kurt is slowly writhing in Blaine’s lap and Blaine is basking in the subtle friction his groin is receiving.
After a few moments, Kurt stops the film and squirms to roll over until he’s laid on his belly across Blaine’s legs. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but he makes do. “Blaine Warbler, you are the single biggest distraction ever, did you know that?” he asks pointedly, one eyebrow raised as he looks up at Blaine.
“I could have guessed it,” Blaine responds, shrugging his shoulders. His hands are now resting on the small of Kurt’s back, thumbs drawing firm circles over the soft skin.
“I don’t know why I bother watching foreign movies with you. I have to pay twice as much attention to understand, and you make it difficult to understand even English ones.” Kurt rolls his eyes, but the smile across his lips lets Blaine know he’s not being serious. His hands settle in the gap between Blaine’s legs, his eyes darting down every now and again.
“I don’t know why you bother, either,” Blaine quips, grinning. “I don’t think we’ve made it all the way through one yet.” He glances at the clock on the wall; Finn should be on his way home now.
Kurt taps Blaine’s thigh in mock sternness, and Blaine hisses through his teeth. “Kurt…” he warns.
“What’s the matter?” Kurt asks, eyes darkening as he catches on to what Blaine is insinuating. He moves his hand higher up Blaine’s thigh, and then higher again, until his fingers are brushing the outline of Blaine’s cock, visible through his pants. “Would you look at that,” he murmurs, stroking along Blaine’s length. He lifts his eyes up to meet Blaine’s, squeezing his fingers tighter. “Want me to…?” he starts, and Blaine is so close to saying yes until he remembers his plan.
He shakes his head and sits up, startling Kurt so much that Blaine has to reach out and grab his arm to keep him from toppling off the side of the couch. “Later,” Blaine says, shifting until Kurt is sitting at the opposite side of the sofa and it’s now Blaine who’s resting between his legs, his back curving awkwardly as he unbuttons the fasten on Kurt’s black skin-tight jeans. “I want to.”
“Well, this is a-uh-much encouraged turn of events,” Kurt mutters dryly, and then he gasps as Blaine unzips his fly and pulls his jeans and boxers down far enough to be able to pull his cock out. Blaine’s warm breath hits his newly exposed skin immediately and Kurt hisses as Blaine wastes no time in nuzzling against the tip with his lips, lapping across the slit and pulling out a sound that Kurt desperately tries to muffle from between his boyfriend’s lips. Kurt’s hands tangle in Blaine’s (for once) unstyled hair, grasping at the locks near his scalp and tugging lightly as Blaine opens his mouth and takes in the first couple of inches of his cock.
There’s a delicious heat building in Blaine’s lower stomach already, though it’s different to the one that was brought on by Kurt and his earlier writhing. This particular heat is derived from anticipation; his ears are tipped towards the door like a cat’s for any sound of it opening and his eyes aren’t quite shut.
Blaine has Kurt almost all the way in his mouth and the fingers of his left hand are rolling Kurt’s balls gently between them when he hears the front door handle turning. He’s surprised he hears it over the lewd groans Kurt is releasing, though they are probably also why Kurt doesn’t hear it. He’s completely wrapped up in the ministrations Blaine is giving him, so when Blaine spots Finn depositing his bag by the door and kicking off his shoes he feels slightly guilty about how Kurt isn’t going to be able to come yet, despite how hard he is, pulsing and throbbing inside his mouth.
“Holy crap-”
Blaine fights to keep the grin off his face as Finn walks into the room and walks right into the best seat in the house for the blowjob Blaine is currently giving Kurt. He tightens his throat so as not to choke and as quickly as possible pulls himself free of Kurt, rising up over him to cover up his boyfriend’s exposed skin.
“Finn!” Kurt yells, and Finn just pales on the spot. “What are you doing home? I thought you were at Rachel’s all day?”
Finn opens and closes his mouth a few times before he’s able to speak. “I-I only went for lunch. I told you. Well, I told Blaine since you were in the bathroom,” he mumbles, pretending to be very interested in a food stain on the front of his t-shirt.
“Blaine?” Kurt asks slowly.
Blaine bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling again. He looks over-exaggeratedly at the clock on the wall and rolls his eyes. “I guess I lost track of time. Sorry about that, Finn,” he says, looking at him insistently until Finn is forced to look back.
“It’s, er-” Blaine can tell he’s about to say ‘it’s okay’ until he realises that it actually isn’t and catches himself. “I’ll just, um, be, um, in my room,” he says instead, and he picks up his bag and runs out the room again.
When Finn’s door is heard shutting, Kurt lets out a long breath and tilts his head to look down at Blaine. “Did you know he was only going for lunch?” he questions dubiously.
Blaine can’t help but look a little guilty. “Yes,” he answers, “but that doesn’t mean I knew what time he’d be home.” He grins and leans up to capture Kurt’s mouth with his own before he can get another word in edgeways, letting Kurt taste himself on his tongue. He moans softly into the kiss and before a minute is up, Kurt is pushing his hips up into Blaine’s chest, currently covering his groin. “Want me to continue?” Blaine asks deviously when he pulls away, breathless. “I doubt Finn will surface again until he hears me leave later.”
Kurt doesn’t answer and instead just pushes at Blaine’s head to guide him downwards until his lips are once more paralleled with his dick.
---
The third time is similar to the second. Blaine thanks whatever gods that may or may not exist that Burt and Carole are at work every week day and Saturday from the crack of dawn until early evening because it makes planning his next set of moves so much easier when he doesn’t have them to account for. This time they’re in Kurt’s room again and the door is wide open, because Kurt believes that Finn will be out at Puck’s all day, even though Blaine knows better.
He didn’t lie to Kurt, per se; Kurt had asked when Finn would return, and Blaine had merely said “not for a while”, which is technically the truth… dependent on what Kurt’s definition of ‘a while’ is.
Blaine has Kurt on his back, hands gripping the top of his headboard so tightly his knuckles are turning white, with his legs spread and knees pointing towards his head. Blaine thinks Kurt looks stunning like this, his face flushed with concentration as he focuses on what Blaine is doing to him, which is sliding two slick fingers in and out of his entrance at a far-too-slow-for-Kurt’s-liking pace, his tongue lapping around his hole where it’s beautifully red and stretched around his digits.
“Blaine,” Kurt says gutturally, shifting slightly beneath Blaine, though he can’t really move far because Blaine is holding him hostage with his arms acting as barriers against his thighs. “Blaine,” he says again. “Blaine, you absolute asshole, faster.”
Blaine chuckles against Kurt’s skin and it sends rumbling vibrations through every lit nerve in Kurt’s body, but he complies and quickens his pace. The motion pacifies Kurt momentarily, at least it does until he pulls his fingers out completely and then Kurt is trying his damndest to kick Blaine in whatever body part he can reach. He barely manages to catch his shoulder twice before Blaine is grabbing his feet, too, though he is unable to say anything in reprisal because his tongue is a bit too occupied pushing its way into Kurt’s opening.
“If you weren’t-oh God-so good at this, Blaine Warbler, I would hate you so much right now, I hope you know that,” Kurt says, panting slightly between words as the bubbling in the bottom of his stomach begins to increase tenfold. Blaine just grins against his ass cheek, licking extra deep as a reward for the compliment.
Despite the fact that Blaine can’t see anything save for the creamy skin of Kurt’s behind, he knows immediately when Finn has entered simply because of the change in atmosphere in the room. Kurt flinches and Finn’s horror is almost palpable.
“Oh my god, not again,” Kurt groans, because he was so close to finishing. He pushes Blaine’s head away and then yanks him up to cover his body again. Kurt’s eyes meet Blaine’s and stare at him in annoyance, and this time he doesn’t even bother to ask if Blaine knew Finn was going to arrive back.
“You’re still standing there, Finn,” Kurt deadpans a moment later, and now Blaine can see him because he turns his head and spots Finn in the door way, his face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears.
“I, er-Rachel. Rachel wanted me to give you this,” he stutters, holding out a disk with ‘Rachel’s Vocal Covers, Disc 12’ scrawled in her handwriting on the bottom in gold sparkly ink. He drops it on the top of Kurt’s dresser and fumbles with his hands. “Okay, um, wait, is that the phone? Yeah-” And then he leaves and Kurt is staring at Blaine and Blaine can’t help but grin sheepishly.
---
The fourth time is way more interesting because it’s at Blaine’s house. They don’t come here very often because Blaine is still way too terrified of his father to risk introducing them to Kurt in case they say something they shouldn’t, but this weekend they’re visiting relatives a couple of hours away and as soon as their car turned out the end of their road, he’d been on the phone to Kurt with the promise of an empty house and presents.
“I think meeting your father would so be worth it if we got to use this bed more often, you know,” Kurt says as he falls backwards onto the double bed, gathering the blankets around him and sighing into their warmth. The mattress bounces beneath him and he moans quietly, narrowing his eyes to watch Blaine stood over him, eyebrows raised. “So where is it?”
Blaine blinks and places a knee on the bed between Kurt’s legs. He leans forward over him, but Kurt stops him with a hand to the middle of his chest. “Where’s what?” Blaine asks, trying to lean forward again, though Kurt is stronger than he looks and Blaine finds himself unable to move.
“My presents, you said you had some for me on the phone?” Kurt reminds him, pushing him again until Blaine is forced to get up before he slides off the bed.
A look of realisation falls over Blaine’s face. “Oh”, he says, walking towards his closet. “Well, technically I only have one,” he continues, voice muffled as he begins digging through his belongings and draws out a shoe box. He removes the lid and takes out the shoes, before reaching what he’s looking for. The object is wrapped up in black crepe paper and Kurt pushes himself to sitting on the bed, looking somewhat puzzled.
“Tadah,” Blaine says when he pulls it out, and Kurt’s jaw drops a little. Inside the paper is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen since his face and possibly Blaine’s, too. A smooth (although somewhat obnoxious) pink dildo rests in Blaine’s hand. “I thought we could give it a whirl?”
Kurt nods before Blaine can expand on his request any further, and that’s how he ends up sprawled out on Blaine’s bed, Blaine kneeling on the floor at the bottom of it, working the toy in and out of Kurt so rapidly his wrist is aching. Kurt looks glorious like this, he thinks, naked as the day he was born with his face flushed pink and his skin damp with perspiration. His eyes are closed as he focuses on rolling his hips against Blaine’s ministrations, but Blaine’s are very much open, which is why, when another figure appears at the entrance to his room, he notices straight away.
He doesn’t say anything though, he waits for Finn to make the first move and after he doesn’t for a minute in which he just stares, he turns around and locks his eyes on Finn.
“Blaine, why have you slowed down, I was just about to-you have got to be kidding me. Finn, are you stalking us or something?”
By now, Blaine has pulled the covers over Kurt and Kurt tries to sit up before he remembers the toy that Blaine has so inappropriately left inside him, so he stays as still as he possibly can, scowling at his step-brother with all his might.
“No,” Finn shoots back. “Blaine told me I could come around and borrow some video games for tonight. The glee guys are coming over, remember?”
Kurt shoots a look at Blaine, who puts his hands up in protest and says, “I thought he’d knock first!” He turns away from Kurt’s burning glare and looks at Finn. “Why didn’t you knock?”
“I did,” Finn protests. “Like, fifty million times, but your car was in the drive and the front door was open so I figured you were home.”
“But when you saw us you didn’t leave immediately?” Kurt throws in, trying to keep still because every time he moves, so does the toy and the last thing he wants is to moan in front of Finn. “You’re still here!”
Blaine can’t help but feel a little guilty this time as he sees the look on Kurt’s face, one that says he’s trying to look annoyed but failing because of the phallic object hitting his prostate every time he so much as breathes.
Just as Blaine gets up and says, “I’ll get your games and then you can leave,” Kurt simultaneously says, “I hate you so much right now, Blaine Warbler”. Blaine can’t help but grin as he hands Finn a pile of discs and shoos him from the room, because Kurt might hate him now, but just wait until he finds out about the toy's vibrate function.
---
The fifth and final time Blaine decides to get them caught by Finn, he goes all out. At first Kurt had been dubious about having sex on the floor of his living room (“Carpet burns, Blaine, carpet burns! You know how susceptible my skin is to injury!”). Blaine thought maybe Kurt would have been concerned that it was the place where his family sat together and talked about their days, but apparently Kurt found that part of it mostly arousing. Especially if the way he’d disappeared upstairs to get his favourite blanket to use as a divider from the carpet in record speed and come down the stairs again with his shirt tangled over his head had been any indication.
He wastes no time after that, grabbing Kurt’s hips with his fingers and manoeuvring them until he has Kurt naked and looming over him, and on the floor with three of Kurt’s fingers inside him, his mouth opening and closing sporadically around half-formed words, hair sticking to his brow with sweat and his eyes locked on Kurt’s as he mercilessly thrusts his fingers inside of him over and over and over again.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine groans, pushing his hips down onto Kurt’s hand to try and get him as deep as physically possible. “Faster, you gotta go faster.”
Kurt smirks above him and pauses his movements where he’s rubbing up against Blaine’s thigh to move in order to change the angle of his wrist. He crooks his fingers just to the left, knowing where Blaine’s special spot is without having to search for it and Blaine cries out, crooning into Kurt’s ear as his back arches up off the floor.
“Kurt, fuck,” Blaine curses breathily because Kurt’s fingers turn him into a motor-mouth with no filter. “Need you now, like, now.”
Kurt’s smirk just widens across his lips as he watches Blaine writhe beneath him, but soon enough he’s pulling his fingers out slowly and wiping the excess lube from them onto his cock, which is throbbing against his stomach in anticipation.
The moment he slides into Blaine, Blaine lets out a long moan that reverberates off the walls of Kurt’s living room. Kurt’s smirk turns into a powerful grin because he knows he’s the one turning Blaine into this uncontrollable mess. Things progress quickly after that, because Kurt is never able to last long when he’s inside Blaine like this. He jerks his hips rhythmically into Blaine, his hands holding the tops of his boyfriend’s thighs to keep him where he wants him, and Blaine responds in time with well placed moans and by meeting each of Kurt’s movements.
Kurt barely lasts five minutes. His stomach burns with the exertion and his fingers are cramping where he’s clinging so, so tightly to Blaine, but Blaine can totally understand because Kurt is getting him just right every time and his toes are curling and they let go, Kurt coming inside Blaine and Blaine coming all over his stomach the exact same second that Finn opens the door. He freezes, eyes so wide they look like they may actually pop out of his skull.
“Finn!” Kurt squawks, and then he scrambles, trying to decide if pulling out of Blaine or staying inside will be more or less embarrassing for them both. He doesn’t have to make the decision though, because Finn literally sprints from the room and heads up the stairs, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone, all a tangle of limbs on the living room floor.
“He keeps on doing that,” Kurt groans, pulling out of Blaine carefully and looking down at his boyfriend to make sure he’s not died from the humiliation like Kurt is close to doing. Blaine, though, is biting at his bottom lip and his eyes are watering, and at first Kurt thinks he’s trying not to cry, but then Blaine lets out a small pant he can’t keep in and-is he laughing? “Blaine?” he asks slowly. “Is everything okay down there?” Kurt hmphs as he rolls off Blaine and tugs the blanket out from beneath him to cover them with. His furrows his brow, watching as Blaine fumbles for his words and for breath. Something feels off.
“Yeah, fine, fine, I just-” Blaine covers another laugh with a cough and stands up, beginning to find his clothes. He pulls on his jeans and takes a deep breath, looking down at Kurt and thinking about how he needs to excuse himself to the bathroom soon because he’s going to fucking lose it and Kurt will no doubt catch on if he does. “I’m good.” He offers out his hand and pulls Kurt to his feet, planting a hot kiss on his lips and wrapping the blanket around his naked body. “I’ll be right back, bathroom,” he says, and Kurt nods as he treads up the stairs.
When he reaches the safety of the bathroom, Blaine laughs so hard he cries.
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“Oh my god, what do you want?” Blaine pokes his head around the doorframe to Finn’s room and is greeted by the taller boy making wide eyes at him and shrinking back into his computer chair. His face immediately runs sheet white, though Blaine can’t really blame him because they’ve not spoken since Finn “caught” them on the living room floor three days ago. According to Kurt, Finn hasn’t stayed in the living room for more than ten seconds since, either.
“Hi to you, too, Finn,” Blaine says coolly, edging his way in until he can rest against the door. “Mind if I come in?” Finn looks at him awkwardly, shrugging a shoulder as if trying to dismiss the question without answering it. “I’ll just stay here then,” Blaine continues. “I get it, it’s weird.”
Blaine can’t help but feel slightly guilty now because Finn looks genuinely scarred. He knows he’ll get over it eventually, but still. Not that he’s about to tell him it was all planned (maybe in a few years when Kurt and Blaine are in New York and Finn is far enough away in Lima to be unable to punch him), though, despite not being religious, he does silently cast a semblance of a prayer up to whatever higher powers exist to ask for forgiveness.
“What do you want?” Finn mumbles, minimizing whatever he was looking at on his computer screen and twirling in his chair to look at Blaine, though he can’t meet his eyes.
“To apologize?” he says. “Well, not to apologize for what we were, er, doing, but to apologize for you seeing it?” He thinks he sees Finn physically shudder in front of him. “But yeah, that was all. Are we cool? There’s a football game on later, if you want to watch it with me and Burt.”
Finn’s eyes dart to the stairs he can just make out behind Blaine, as if wondering if a football game is worth risking the living room. “Um, sure,” he ultimately decides. His lips remain parted on his last syllable, and Blaine stays still, as if expecting him to say something more. “Can I-Can I ask a question?”
Blaine is positive this cannot end well, but he says, “Go for it,” and Finn does.
“So, um, the other day, at your house, Kurt was the one who was… who was, taking-you know.” Blaine pales, his skin now matching the colour of Finn's, but he allows Finn to continue for the time being. He owes him this much. “But then in the living room… it was you. I-I thought gay people, like, had roles or something.”
Blaine closes his eyes momentarily and bites his bottom lip. Obviously Finn isn’t too scarred to be curious. He takes a deep breath and meets Finn’s eyes for the first time. “No,” he says simply. “It, um, depends on the occasion.”
“Oh.” Finn goes quiet and Blaine takes that as his opportunity to leave.
“So, football game later?” he says, turning his body towards Kurt’s room next door.
Finn pulls out a grin from somewhere. “Sure, dude.”
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“Blaine Warbler, we need to talk.”
Blaine freezes in Kurt’s doorway, his hands slung lazily in his pockets. He’d been hoping to crawl into Kurt’s bed and spend a bit of quality time with their mouths fused (and maybe with a bit of not-so-innocent groping, too), but the look on Kurt’s face makes him quell his hopes in favour of a possibility of begging forgiveness. Screw higher powers; Kurt has the last word for Blaine.
“I’m on to you,” Kurt says then, and Blaine makes a face, closing Kurt’s door behind him and leaning against it, much like he’d just been doing with Finn’s. “Poor, poor, poor Finn.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Blaine tries, but when Kurt smirks at him, he knows he’s been well and truly rumbled. “I’m sorry?” he tries then, but Kurt’s smirk just grows wider and he pats the bed next to where he’s laid. Blaine does as he’s told and takes up his position next to Kurt.
“Whatever possessed you to do that?” Kurt asks. Blaine notes that his voice isn’t angry, nor is his face; he seems amused, curious. His fingers trail up Blaine’s arm and twirl in a loose curl of dark hair hanging over his ear. “You don’t have something of a voyeuristic streak I don’t know about, do you? If so, you could have just told me-”
“No,” Blaine answers straight away. He sighs lightly, unable to hide the grin that’s beginning to appear on his face. “A few weeks ago, before Finn ever… you know. He asked me if I was really gay. He said because I liked football and stuff that he didn’t think I was.” Kurt barks out laughter beside him, and Blaine just elbows him in the side to shut him up. “I just thought he needed a little convincing. I kind of became power hungry.”
“Tsk, tsk. So you lied to me all those times then, when I asked if we were going to be alone long enough?”
“Technically no,” Blaine answers smugly, sneaking closer to Kurt on the bed until their legs tangle. “I never lied to you, although I may have twisted the truth a little bit on occasion.”
“Blaine Warbler,” Kurt says, and Blaine watches as his eyes darken significantly. Kurt sits up on his knees, knocking Blaine off him, and looms over him. Blaine grins, because he thinks he’s going to like where this is going. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” Kurt presses his lips together tightly to keep his smile hidden, but Blaine can see right through it. He humours him though, and rolls to lie out on his stomach, nodding.
“I have,” he states, looking over his shoulder as Kurt settles himself over his thighs. Cool air meets his ass as Kurt pulls on his jeans until they’re around his knees and Blaine shivers when he feels Kurt’s breath against the small of his back. “I think I should be punished.”
Kurt’s face darkens even further at that and he places his left hand on Blaine’s left ass cheek, and lifts his right into the air.
The door opens just as Kurt’s hand smacks down on Blaine’s bare skin.
Both Kurt and Blaine’s heads snap around to the door at lightning speed, and Finn swears, turning around on the spot.
“Blaine!” Kurt shouts, and Blaine holds hands up in innocence as quick as he can.
“I swear to god, I had nothing to do with this! Finn, what do you want?” he asks breathlessly, because he is hard as a rock in his pants and Finn is the biggest fucking cockblock ever when unplanned.
“I only wanted to know what teams were playing!” he says over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing to him?!”
“Ugh, get out, Finn,” Kurt says sharply, and Finn does, not waiting for an answer before he’s slamming the door behind him, hard enough to make the walls tremble. Kurt turns back to Blaine, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
Blaine just grins up at him and wiggles his ass in Kurt’s face. “Man, we’re really gonna have to sit down and talk to Finn about this whole interrupting sex thing, huh?”