Over Futile Odds 1/?
Title: Kurt Anderson's Woes
Pairing: Kurt/Dave
Rating: will hit NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance/Drama, Smut, MPreg
Warnings: masturbation (for this chapter)
Summary: Based off this anonymous glee kink meme prompt.
Kurt was well aware that, yes, infidelity definitely does not fix a crumbling marriage. It’s unlawful and immoral, and if anyone finds out, Blaine and Kurt’s very rich families will not be pleased. But with someone like Dave sweeping him off his feet (also, satisfying his seemingly insatiable appetite for raw sex)? Kurt’s only human, after all…
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and any similarity to real life situations/other stories is purely coincidental.
a/n: never filled any prompts, let alone publish anything but hey, lets give this a spin. please be gentle, i only like it rough in the bed ~
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"Babe, look at me..."
Kurt kisses the curve of Blaine's neck, as he gently pushes his husband's shoulder to face him.
"Mmmmhm... What?"
With his back still turned to Kurt, Blaine incoherently mumbles a protest of being 'too knotted' and 'I had so much to take care of for today'. But Kurt's half-hard cock begs to differ, so he snakes his hand lower to palm his husbands crotch. Before he could even reach for Blaine's dick, said man grabbed him by the wrist to stop.
"But Blaine---"
Blaine turns his shoulder to face a surprised- and mildly sexually frustrated- Kurt, only to hurl painful words.
"Look, you might have enough energy left from tea and salad with other kept husbands and wives or running around boutiques to swipe your platinum card to nonexistence, but I actually have work to do so you get to do such trivial things. Use your fingers or something."
Blaine simply turns his back again, and if he heard muffled cries and was met with a pair of puffy pair of eyes at the breakfast table again, he'll ignore it completely. So Kurt, after a few minutes of crying, grabs a lube out of the bedside drawers and fingers himself to completion. He came in his expensive organic silk briefs, and tears started to fall in his Egyptian cotton bedroom pillow.
******
It's The Andersons' wedding anniversary, and of course as a good son-in-law, Kurt attends with his most crisp clothes and wrapped around Blaine's arms.
The wide expanse of the lawn is filled with relevant men of the state, chattering about politics and business as usual. He stays glued to Blaine's side for a little while, until he spots Quinn Fabray who he runs over to. Her Hermes purse is just to die for, and are those a pair of Choos that appeared on the new Vogue cover?
As Kurt fleets around with Quinn from one cluster of bored wives and husbands to their powerful partners, also spotting Tina Chang who owns the most prestigious modern performing school. The conversation even gets better when Brittany skips over, gushing about the new breed of cat she had shipped from a European breeder. After what seemed like joyful hour passed and he meets the eyes of his husband who gestures him to come hither. Kurt obeys, and excuses himself from Quinn, Tina and Brittany.
He sighs deeply, and lifts his face to a cheek-hurting toothless smile before walking towards Blaine.
"These are Mr. and Mrs. Tony Wilson, Kurt. I've been telling them about how you, my doting husband, can't seem to find a reputable gamekeeper for the estate."
Kurt blooms a deep red and shakes hands with the couple. "I really have tried, but all recommendations have failed to pass our needs."
"Well, lucky for us, Mom and Dad told them about it and they are recommending someone they say we'll surely take."
Mr. Wilson nods in agreement and rumbles a yes. "His name is Dave Karofsky, a properly schooled gamekeeper by our own gamekeeper. We've been trying to look for other estates who might need someone like him, but they are all such measly lands that Dave's talent would have been to a waste. And knowing The Andersons- look at this! It needs a zip code all to itself!" The four playfully laughs, with Kurt secretly fighting off the urge to roll his eyes. Kurt found the commentt to be utterly cliched. And seriously, why did his husband have to replace that dashing tan man named Puck? Never mind the fact that Blaine caught Puck suggestively grinning at a blushing Kurt who looked away, since Puck was in mere jean cutoffs as he helped Kurt get off the horse's back.
"I keep telling Kurt to ask from families with estates too, old rich money like ourselves, you know? Instead of asking a Fabray or worse, a Chang." Blaine smirks, which The Wilsons nods to.
"Well, I think it's best we dine at the same table and discuss this matter, along with how unfortunate that The Pillsburys is apparently begging for a merger with you!"
Kurt stops himself from saying, "Well it could be true, but there's nothing wrong with wanting to survive. Anyway, I can see through your fake pity for The Pillsbury and hope that your old money can afford you a pass for when you have to burn in hell for your fucking elitism." Instead he allows his husband to lead them towards a round table in the dining tent, just next to their parents'.
******
If you asked Kurt if he loves his husband, he will tell you that yes, he truly does. But with the question of if he's in love with Blaine? Kurt can't answer. He thinks he does, but after a year of marital bliss things changed. Blaine stopped serenading Kurt after coitus, that's if he actually even touches him anymore. He remembers how back in the day, they went at it like cats in heat. Either of their houses were so big that there were just too many good spots to fuck on. Blaine would take one look at him, and Kurt felt like the only person existing in his eyes. They would make love all the time, with not much to worry as they lead a life of comfort. Blaine's family owned the biggest cotton mills in the United States, and has had money since so many generations ago. A chain of lube and tire shop was Kurt's family's gold mine, and everyone knew how to get to the closest Hummel shop if they need car fixing. It was to the greatest happiness of both sides of the families when they got together. They were in all support of the relationship, especially when they decided to get married right after college graduation, even with the fact that Blaine came clean with the fact that he is sterile, and Kurt being a carrier wouldn't be of any relevance. Kurt loved him so much, and he was okay with just the two of them for a while.
Travels across Europe was spent on a half a year of honeymoon, and Kurt thought he was the luckiest man alive. Married to a perfect man, with not having to work (his stepbrother Finn Hudson has taken over what should have been his duties as the Hummel's only blood heir) and being able to afford anything he'll ever need. There was nothing, and he meant nothing, that he wanted more. Soon they had to come home. Kurt took on the role of househusband, and Blaine worked as a CFO of Andersons Inc.
Kurt can't remember how it started, all he knew was that their sex life slowly died. At first, Kurt chalked it up to Blaine being too tired of the corporate work that extended even until the wee hours of the night. But then it got to a frustrating point, but Kurt never mustered up the courage to bring it up. He tried spicing things up; Blaine enjoyed ice cubes and whipped cream, but nothing ever really captured the man's lust.
To add to that torture was the fact that Blaine stopped being crazy about him right when they came home from their last stop in France. He stopped whispering a serenade to Kurt to lull him to sleep, stopped coming up with grand surprises just because he felt like saying I love you. Kurt would have the heart to endure all that, but not the jokes that Blaine endlessly come up with to insult Kurt. Blaine has turned frigid and distant, and most of all just plain unloving.
For some reason, a wedding band didn't stop men from hitting on him. He would go out to dine with other wives and husbands who didn't have a full time job to keep them busy, and almost each time he's gotten approached to and asked for a dance or to a coffee shop. Kurt always turned them down, because what he and Blaine have is special. All of the marital bliss will come back, they just have to work on it.
Weeks. Months. Two years.
All emotional and psychological torture the relationship has brought him Kurt could put aside, but not so much the insults. Kurt knew damn well that he was flawless. He could just leave Blaine now and seduce another gay man. Toned and tall, pale and angular. Kurt knew of his sexiness and beauty, and has the knowledge of arts and the finer things in life to top it off with. So really, he didn't understand how his self-confidence is slowly chipping away. He still bothered to moisturize and exercise, make himself look perfect. But Kurt has not sung or participated in a musical for such a long time. He could no longer reach high notes or memorize lines like he used to. It's like he's losing the side of him that he's always been proud of and loved.
******
A week after the grand party in the Anderson's estate (also known as Kurt's house, which he couldn't stomach to call a home any more), he is interrupted from wiring his new bonsai tree. The sun was high up, but the clouds provided a bit of the dim to block off the heat. Kurt thought he'd have some free time to kill out on a beautiful day, right before he screens the potential new gamekeeper.
"M-Mr. Anderson?"
Kurt is bending over, looking closely as he uses his pliers to bend the branch to the left. But he straightens up and turns to face a tall, stocky man with honey colored eyes and welcoming smile.
"Yes?"
The muscular man walks up to him to offer his hand. "Dave Karofsky. I'm here to be gamekeeper."
"Well yes, I've been expecting you. Anton!" Just then, his Hispanic main gardener shows up in a jog, and he instructs Dave to go visit the barn and check on the animals. "I'll follow you there soon, I just have to run an errand."
Dave raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Run an errand? I think you have thirty servants to your disposal to take care of that, your Highness."
Kurt is taken aback, never has anyone talked to him in such manner! He's been used to being followed and respected by everyone, to the point that they'd take anything that comes out of Kurt's mouth as the law. And this new stranger comes up to him and mocks on the fact that he has that ability?
It sends a twitch straight to Kurt's cock.
Dave turns with a playful smirk and walks off the garden to the barn with Anton.
Kurt runs up to the master bath, to rid himself of sweat and dirt and to change in better clothes. He walks to where the target birds are kept, but fails to see Dave. He then heads to where his beloved horses live, and finds Dave already able to pet his favorite Dodger. No one ever got too close to the rough stallion, and Kurt always said that his precious horse only wants to be touched on who it senses has a pure heart.
To say that Kurt is very much intrigued and interested in Dave is a total understatement.
Pairing: Kurt/Dave
Rating: will hit NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance/Drama, Smut, MPreg
Warnings: masturbation (for this chapter)
Summary: Based off this anonymous glee kink meme prompt.
Kurt was well aware that, yes, infidelity definitely does not fix a crumbling marriage. It’s unlawful and immoral, and if anyone finds out, Blaine and Kurt’s very rich families will not be pleased. But with someone like Dave sweeping him off his feet (also, satisfying his seemingly insatiable appetite for raw sex)? Kurt’s only human, after all…
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and any similarity to real life situations/other stories is purely coincidental.
a/n: never filled any prompts, let alone publish anything but hey, lets give this a spin. please be gentle, i only like it rough in the bed ~
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"Babe, look at me..."
Kurt kisses the curve of Blaine's neck, as he gently pushes his husband's shoulder to face him.
"Mmmmhm... What?"
With his back still turned to Kurt, Blaine incoherently mumbles a protest of being 'too knotted' and 'I had so much to take care of for today'. But Kurt's half-hard cock begs to differ, so he snakes his hand lower to palm his husbands crotch. Before he could even reach for Blaine's dick, said man grabbed him by the wrist to stop.
"But Blaine---"
Blaine turns his shoulder to face a surprised- and mildly sexually frustrated- Kurt, only to hurl painful words.
"Look, you might have enough energy left from tea and salad with other kept husbands and wives or running around boutiques to swipe your platinum card to nonexistence, but I actually have work to do so you get to do such trivial things. Use your fingers or something."
Blaine simply turns his back again, and if he heard muffled cries and was met with a pair of puffy pair of eyes at the breakfast table again, he'll ignore it completely. So Kurt, after a few minutes of crying, grabs a lube out of the bedside drawers and fingers himself to completion. He came in his expensive organic silk briefs, and tears started to fall in his Egyptian cotton bedroom pillow.
******
It's The Andersons' wedding anniversary, and of course as a good son-in-law, Kurt attends with his most crisp clothes and wrapped around Blaine's arms.
The wide expanse of the lawn is filled with relevant men of the state, chattering about politics and business as usual. He stays glued to Blaine's side for a little while, until he spots Quinn Fabray who he runs over to. Her Hermes purse is just to die for, and are those a pair of Choos that appeared on the new Vogue cover?
As Kurt fleets around with Quinn from one cluster of bored wives and husbands to their powerful partners, also spotting Tina Chang who owns the most prestigious modern performing school. The conversation even gets better when Brittany skips over, gushing about the new breed of cat she had shipped from a European breeder. After what seemed like joyful hour passed and he meets the eyes of his husband who gestures him to come hither. Kurt obeys, and excuses himself from Quinn, Tina and Brittany.
He sighs deeply, and lifts his face to a cheek-hurting toothless smile before walking towards Blaine.
"These are Mr. and Mrs. Tony Wilson, Kurt. I've been telling them about how you, my doting husband, can't seem to find a reputable gamekeeper for the estate."
Kurt blooms a deep red and shakes hands with the couple. "I really have tried, but all recommendations have failed to pass our needs."
"Well, lucky for us, Mom and Dad told them about it and they are recommending someone they say we'll surely take."
Mr. Wilson nods in agreement and rumbles a yes. "His name is Dave Karofsky, a properly schooled gamekeeper by our own gamekeeper. We've been trying to look for other estates who might need someone like him, but they are all such measly lands that Dave's talent would have been to a waste. And knowing The Andersons- look at this! It needs a zip code all to itself!" The four playfully laughs, with Kurt secretly fighting off the urge to roll his eyes. Kurt found the commentt to be utterly cliched. And seriously, why did his husband have to replace that dashing tan man named Puck? Never mind the fact that Blaine caught Puck suggestively grinning at a blushing Kurt who looked away, since Puck was in mere jean cutoffs as he helped Kurt get off the horse's back.
"I keep telling Kurt to ask from families with estates too, old rich money like ourselves, you know? Instead of asking a Fabray or worse, a Chang." Blaine smirks, which The Wilsons nods to.
"Well, I think it's best we dine at the same table and discuss this matter, along with how unfortunate that The Pillsburys is apparently begging for a merger with you!"
Kurt stops himself from saying, "Well it could be true, but there's nothing wrong with wanting to survive. Anyway, I can see through your fake pity for The Pillsbury and hope that your old money can afford you a pass for when you have to burn in hell for your fucking elitism." Instead he allows his husband to lead them towards a round table in the dining tent, just next to their parents'.
******
If you asked Kurt if he loves his husband, he will tell you that yes, he truly does. But with the question of if he's in love with Blaine? Kurt can't answer. He thinks he does, but after a year of marital bliss things changed. Blaine stopped serenading Kurt after coitus, that's if he actually even touches him anymore. He remembers how back in the day, they went at it like cats in heat. Either of their houses were so big that there were just too many good spots to fuck on. Blaine would take one look at him, and Kurt felt like the only person existing in his eyes. They would make love all the time, with not much to worry as they lead a life of comfort. Blaine's family owned the biggest cotton mills in the United States, and has had money since so many generations ago. A chain of lube and tire shop was Kurt's family's gold mine, and everyone knew how to get to the closest Hummel shop if they need car fixing. It was to the greatest happiness of both sides of the families when they got together. They were in all support of the relationship, especially when they decided to get married right after college graduation, even with the fact that Blaine came clean with the fact that he is sterile, and Kurt being a carrier wouldn't be of any relevance. Kurt loved him so much, and he was okay with just the two of them for a while.
Travels across Europe was spent on a half a year of honeymoon, and Kurt thought he was the luckiest man alive. Married to a perfect man, with not having to work (his stepbrother Finn Hudson has taken over what should have been his duties as the Hummel's only blood heir) and being able to afford anything he'll ever need. There was nothing, and he meant nothing, that he wanted more. Soon they had to come home. Kurt took on the role of househusband, and Blaine worked as a CFO of Andersons Inc.
Kurt can't remember how it started, all he knew was that their sex life slowly died. At first, Kurt chalked it up to Blaine being too tired of the corporate work that extended even until the wee hours of the night. But then it got to a frustrating point, but Kurt never mustered up the courage to bring it up. He tried spicing things up; Blaine enjoyed ice cubes and whipped cream, but nothing ever really captured the man's lust.
To add to that torture was the fact that Blaine stopped being crazy about him right when they came home from their last stop in France. He stopped whispering a serenade to Kurt to lull him to sleep, stopped coming up with grand surprises just because he felt like saying I love you. Kurt would have the heart to endure all that, but not the jokes that Blaine endlessly come up with to insult Kurt. Blaine has turned frigid and distant, and most of all just plain unloving.
For some reason, a wedding band didn't stop men from hitting on him. He would go out to dine with other wives and husbands who didn't have a full time job to keep them busy, and almost each time he's gotten approached to and asked for a dance or to a coffee shop. Kurt always turned them down, because what he and Blaine have is special. All of the marital bliss will come back, they just have to work on it.
Weeks. Months. Two years.
All emotional and psychological torture the relationship has brought him Kurt could put aside, but not so much the insults. Kurt knew damn well that he was flawless. He could just leave Blaine now and seduce another gay man. Toned and tall, pale and angular. Kurt knew of his sexiness and beauty, and has the knowledge of arts and the finer things in life to top it off with. So really, he didn't understand how his self-confidence is slowly chipping away. He still bothered to moisturize and exercise, make himself look perfect. But Kurt has not sung or participated in a musical for such a long time. He could no longer reach high notes or memorize lines like he used to. It's like he's losing the side of him that he's always been proud of and loved.
******
A week after the grand party in the Anderson's estate (also known as Kurt's house, which he couldn't stomach to call a home any more), he is interrupted from wiring his new bonsai tree. The sun was high up, but the clouds provided a bit of the dim to block off the heat. Kurt thought he'd have some free time to kill out on a beautiful day, right before he screens the potential new gamekeeper.
"M-Mr. Anderson?"
Kurt is bending over, looking closely as he uses his pliers to bend the branch to the left. But he straightens up and turns to face a tall, stocky man with honey colored eyes and welcoming smile.
"Yes?"
The muscular man walks up to him to offer his hand. "Dave Karofsky. I'm here to be gamekeeper."
"Well yes, I've been expecting you. Anton!" Just then, his Hispanic main gardener shows up in a jog, and he instructs Dave to go visit the barn and check on the animals. "I'll follow you there soon, I just have to run an errand."
Dave raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Run an errand? I think you have thirty servants to your disposal to take care of that, your Highness."
Kurt is taken aback, never has anyone talked to him in such manner! He's been used to being followed and respected by everyone, to the point that they'd take anything that comes out of Kurt's mouth as the law. And this new stranger comes up to him and mocks on the fact that he has that ability?
It sends a twitch straight to Kurt's cock.
Dave turns with a playful smirk and walks off the garden to the barn with Anton.
Kurt runs up to the master bath, to rid himself of sweat and dirt and to change in better clothes. He walks to where the target birds are kept, but fails to see Dave. He then heads to where his beloved horses live, and finds Dave already able to pet his favorite Dodger. No one ever got too close to the rough stallion, and Kurt always said that his precious horse only wants to be touched on who it senses has a pure heart.
To say that Kurt is very much intrigued and interested in Dave is a total understatement.