Glee Fic: Unexpected
Title: Unexpected
Author: lookninjas
Fandoms: Glee
Pairing/Character(s): Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: Roughly 1300
Spoilers: Great big massive huge ones for episode 2.16, "Original Song"
Standard-Issue Short-Form Disclaimer: I do not hold copyright to Glee, make no claims to such, and am not profiting from this. This is not my bandwagon; I'm just jumping on it because it's there and I can.
Summary: This is not at all what Kurt was expecting.
It's not what he was expecting.
Well. That's kind of an understatement.
Kurt was expecting Blaine to say something about how he'd realized that it was time for him to start sharing out the solos more equally in order to strengthen the team as a whole, or that Kurt's performance of "Blackbird" had made him really respect Kurt's voice, or something, anything, as long as it was sort of neutral and friend-zoney. Like I care about you. Like Let's talk about it. Like I don't want to silence anyone's voice.
What Kurt was not expecting was for Blaine's hand to land clumsily on top of his own (a little clammy, a little sweaty, and Kurt had to stop and take a second to come to terms with the fact that Blaine was nervous about this). He was not expecting Blaine's little speech about meeting that person you've been waiting for forever to be about him. He really, really was not expecting Blaine to lean in, his hand creeping up Kurt's shoulder to his neck to finally cup the back of his head as Blaine's eyes fell shut (and how are his eyelashes so long; it's seriously not even fair) and his head tilted and then Kurt's head was tilting too and --
But he's enjoying it, is the thing. Enjoying it in this strange and unexpected way that crackles straight down his spine and all through his body, making his fingers flex when the two of them breathe together, the rushing sound filling Kurt's ears and Blaine's lips are soft, his breath is hot, and Kurt reaches up to cup Blaine's face with his own hand, the faintest prickle of stubble against his skin and the way Blaine's jaw falls open just a little bit, Kurt's lips parting because he wants to taste this, map out every corner that he can, crawl inside Blaine and never come out. He just wants, and it's completely unexpected, but God is it good.
And everything, all the pamphlets and videos and his dad's little speech about saving it for someone who means something, it all makes so much sense now, because he would do this forever if he could.
It takes everything he has not to cling to Blaine when he finally breaks the kiss and pulls back, to let him fall back into his seat, looking about as suprised and shaken as Kurt feels. Kurt wants to touch his own lips, to see if Blaine's imprint has changed him as much as he thinks it has, but he can't remember how to lift his hand. Every inch of his skin is prickling with shock, in the best possible way, and he's pretty sure his heart is going to beat right out of his chest.
"We should," Blaine says, and scrubs his face with his hands, stares off to the side at nothing. His profile is amazing. His eyelashes are ridiculously long. There is a blush high on his cheekbones, and he just kissed Kurt, and if Kurt weren't too busy being dazed and wanting right now, he'd probably be doing some kind of horribly embarrassing victory dance. "We should practice."
And then Blaine makes a face like even he can't believe what he just said, and Kurt feels a sudden swell of fondness, because that's what he was expecting. Blaine says silly things, and then Kurt corrects him, gently, and this is how they operate, whether or not there's any kissing involved.
"I thought we were," Kurt says, and it's not up to his usual standards; as a matter of fact, it only barely makes sense. But Blaine somehow, miraculously, understands, and he's half out of his seat and leaning in even as Kurt rises to meet him, eyes closed, mouth open, and his hand sliding back to curve along Blaine's jawline like they never broke apart.
Blaine's tongue is a little rough, slick and solid and Kurt likes the feel of it in his own mouth far more than he ever thought he would or even really could. He sinks back down into his chair and Blaine crouches over him, hands fisted in Kurt's sweater like he's desperate to keep him as close as possible and Kurt is so, so fine with that; if anything, it's not enough. So he pulls Blaine down with his fingers pressed against the nape of Blaine's neck and the curve of his skull, tugging at his hair, and Blaine groans a little, the sound rattling through his chest and into Kurt, going right through him, and they're still not close enough. Never close enough.
Kurt has never wanted the way he wants right now.
It's kind of terrifying.
He breaks away with a gasp, burying his face in the collar of Blaine's shirt, his hands slipping away from their tight hold to rest on Blaine's shoulders. He is actually trembling, his whole body vibrating with longing and fear and this strange, electric joy. But at least he's not the only one affected -- Blaine's chest rises and falls in quick, shaky breaths; he presses his cheek to Kurt's hair and clings to Kurt's sweater.
"That," Blaine says, voice husky in this amazing way, and Kurt can't stop himself sinking in to Blaine's hold a little further, his face hot and flushed.
"That," Kurt agrees, and doesn't even have the strength to be embarrassed by how faint his voice is.
"Are you nervous?" Blaine asks, and part of Kurt (the part that isn't trying to decide whether he should drag Blaine down to the floor or push him back onto the table or maybe drag him away from the table and into a convenient wall) cringes in anticipation of another of Blaine's Wise Gay Lectures about sexuality and nervousness and being comfortable and ... whatever. Which, really, is the last thing Kurt needs right now, when all he really wants is --
"Because honestly?" Blaine's voice shakes just a little. "I am frankly terrified right now. Like, completely. So, so terrified."
Again. Unexpected. Kurt draws back, pushing Blaine away so he can stare at him. Blaine's eyes are huge and dark, and he's breathing as hard as Kurt is. His hands are white-knuckled, still clutching fiercely at Kurt's sweater, and Kurt's going to have to re-block it before he wears it again, but he really doesn't care about that right now. "You," Kurt says, stupidly. "You're..."
"Like I said, I've never been anyone's boyfriend." Kurt's brain shorts out a little at the word -- boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend -- and Blaine's eyes go even wider. "Not that I'm assuming... I mean, certainly if you aren't ready, or if you don't want --"
Kurt pulls him back down again, gently this time, and their lips just brush together, which is what he was kind of expecting all along and sort of always wanted to begin with (not that he's complaining, oh God no). "I want," he says, firmly, and Blaine shudders a little bit, bending low enough to bury his face in Kurt's shoulder. "I definitely want."
"Kurt," Blaine whispers, and wraps his arms around Kurt's waist. "I never expected -- I mean, I always kind of just... someone like you, you know, and I'm just this --"
"Hush," Kurt says, hugging Blaine back just as hard. "Don't say bad things about my boyfriend."
Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.
Blaine laughs a little, nervously, his face nuzzling closer to Kurt's neck, and it's all so strange, the way this feels. Blaine clinging to him. Blaine, terrified of him. Blaine, wanting him, and the way he wants Blaine back, not in some abstract way like just wishing he had a boyfriend, but Blaine's mouth and his body and his... his everything. All of it. "We really should practice," Blaine says, plaintively.
Kurt smiles and brushes his lips against Blaine's forehead. "I'm having a moment," he says. "Don't ruin it."
"I'm about to fall over, and I'll pull you down with me, and then it'll really be ruined," Blaine warns, but his face is still buried in Kurt's shoulder, and his hold on Kurt is tighter than ever.
"Okay," Kurt says, and presses a kiss into Blaine's temple. "Just as long as I know what to expect."
Author: lookninjas
Fandoms: Glee
Pairing/Character(s): Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: Roughly 1300
Spoilers: Great big massive huge ones for episode 2.16, "Original Song"
Standard-Issue Short-Form Disclaimer: I do not hold copyright to Glee, make no claims to such, and am not profiting from this. This is not my bandwagon; I'm just jumping on it because it's there and I can.
Summary: This is not at all what Kurt was expecting.
It's not what he was expecting.
Well. That's kind of an understatement.
Kurt was expecting Blaine to say something about how he'd realized that it was time for him to start sharing out the solos more equally in order to strengthen the team as a whole, or that Kurt's performance of "Blackbird" had made him really respect Kurt's voice, or something, anything, as long as it was sort of neutral and friend-zoney. Like I care about you. Like Let's talk about it. Like I don't want to silence anyone's voice.
What Kurt was not expecting was for Blaine's hand to land clumsily on top of his own (a little clammy, a little sweaty, and Kurt had to stop and take a second to come to terms with the fact that Blaine was nervous about this). He was not expecting Blaine's little speech about meeting that person you've been waiting for forever to be about him. He really, really was not expecting Blaine to lean in, his hand creeping up Kurt's shoulder to his neck to finally cup the back of his head as Blaine's eyes fell shut (and how are his eyelashes so long; it's seriously not even fair) and his head tilted and then Kurt's head was tilting too and --
But he's enjoying it, is the thing. Enjoying it in this strange and unexpected way that crackles straight down his spine and all through his body, making his fingers flex when the two of them breathe together, the rushing sound filling Kurt's ears and Blaine's lips are soft, his breath is hot, and Kurt reaches up to cup Blaine's face with his own hand, the faintest prickle of stubble against his skin and the way Blaine's jaw falls open just a little bit, Kurt's lips parting because he wants to taste this, map out every corner that he can, crawl inside Blaine and never come out. He just wants, and it's completely unexpected, but God is it good.
And everything, all the pamphlets and videos and his dad's little speech about saving it for someone who means something, it all makes so much sense now, because he would do this forever if he could.
It takes everything he has not to cling to Blaine when he finally breaks the kiss and pulls back, to let him fall back into his seat, looking about as suprised and shaken as Kurt feels. Kurt wants to touch his own lips, to see if Blaine's imprint has changed him as much as he thinks it has, but he can't remember how to lift his hand. Every inch of his skin is prickling with shock, in the best possible way, and he's pretty sure his heart is going to beat right out of his chest.
"We should," Blaine says, and scrubs his face with his hands, stares off to the side at nothing. His profile is amazing. His eyelashes are ridiculously long. There is a blush high on his cheekbones, and he just kissed Kurt, and if Kurt weren't too busy being dazed and wanting right now, he'd probably be doing some kind of horribly embarrassing victory dance. "We should practice."
And then Blaine makes a face like even he can't believe what he just said, and Kurt feels a sudden swell of fondness, because that's what he was expecting. Blaine says silly things, and then Kurt corrects him, gently, and this is how they operate, whether or not there's any kissing involved.
"I thought we were," Kurt says, and it's not up to his usual standards; as a matter of fact, it only barely makes sense. But Blaine somehow, miraculously, understands, and he's half out of his seat and leaning in even as Kurt rises to meet him, eyes closed, mouth open, and his hand sliding back to curve along Blaine's jawline like they never broke apart.
Blaine's tongue is a little rough, slick and solid and Kurt likes the feel of it in his own mouth far more than he ever thought he would or even really could. He sinks back down into his chair and Blaine crouches over him, hands fisted in Kurt's sweater like he's desperate to keep him as close as possible and Kurt is so, so fine with that; if anything, it's not enough. So he pulls Blaine down with his fingers pressed against the nape of Blaine's neck and the curve of his skull, tugging at his hair, and Blaine groans a little, the sound rattling through his chest and into Kurt, going right through him, and they're still not close enough. Never close enough.
Kurt has never wanted the way he wants right now.
It's kind of terrifying.
He breaks away with a gasp, burying his face in the collar of Blaine's shirt, his hands slipping away from their tight hold to rest on Blaine's shoulders. He is actually trembling, his whole body vibrating with longing and fear and this strange, electric joy. But at least he's not the only one affected -- Blaine's chest rises and falls in quick, shaky breaths; he presses his cheek to Kurt's hair and clings to Kurt's sweater.
"That," Blaine says, voice husky in this amazing way, and Kurt can't stop himself sinking in to Blaine's hold a little further, his face hot and flushed.
"That," Kurt agrees, and doesn't even have the strength to be embarrassed by how faint his voice is.
"Are you nervous?" Blaine asks, and part of Kurt (the part that isn't trying to decide whether he should drag Blaine down to the floor or push him back onto the table or maybe drag him away from the table and into a convenient wall) cringes in anticipation of another of Blaine's Wise Gay Lectures about sexuality and nervousness and being comfortable and ... whatever. Which, really, is the last thing Kurt needs right now, when all he really wants is --
"Because honestly?" Blaine's voice shakes just a little. "I am frankly terrified right now. Like, completely. So, so terrified."
Again. Unexpected. Kurt draws back, pushing Blaine away so he can stare at him. Blaine's eyes are huge and dark, and he's breathing as hard as Kurt is. His hands are white-knuckled, still clutching fiercely at Kurt's sweater, and Kurt's going to have to re-block it before he wears it again, but he really doesn't care about that right now. "You," Kurt says, stupidly. "You're..."
"Like I said, I've never been anyone's boyfriend." Kurt's brain shorts out a little at the word -- boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend -- and Blaine's eyes go even wider. "Not that I'm assuming... I mean, certainly if you aren't ready, or if you don't want --"
Kurt pulls him back down again, gently this time, and their lips just brush together, which is what he was kind of expecting all along and sort of always wanted to begin with (not that he's complaining, oh God no). "I want," he says, firmly, and Blaine shudders a little bit, bending low enough to bury his face in Kurt's shoulder. "I definitely want."
"Kurt," Blaine whispers, and wraps his arms around Kurt's waist. "I never expected -- I mean, I always kind of just... someone like you, you know, and I'm just this --"
"Hush," Kurt says, hugging Blaine back just as hard. "Don't say bad things about my boyfriend."
Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.
Blaine laughs a little, nervously, his face nuzzling closer to Kurt's neck, and it's all so strange, the way this feels. Blaine clinging to him. Blaine, terrified of him. Blaine, wanting him, and the way he wants Blaine back, not in some abstract way like just wishing he had a boyfriend, but Blaine's mouth and his body and his... his everything. All of it. "We really should practice," Blaine says, plaintively.
Kurt smiles and brushes his lips against Blaine's forehead. "I'm having a moment," he says. "Don't ruin it."
"I'm about to fall over, and I'll pull you down with me, and then it'll really be ruined," Blaine warns, but his face is still buried in Kurt's shoulder, and his hold on Kurt is tighter than ever.
"Okay," Kurt says, and presses a kiss into Blaine's temple. "Just as long as I know what to expect."