Fic - Every Word Chapter 12 of 12; Glee; Kurt/Blaine
Chapter 12
When Blaine wakes it’s barely daylight. He’s on his back - Kurt’s slender body stretched beside him, Kurt’s arm heavy across his waist. Blaine turns his head to study Kurt’s face. His skin is almost translucent in the pale light.
For a time, Blaine doesn’t dare breathe. He couldn’t bear for this whole thing to dissolve. He stays as still as he can, holding his breath, relishing Kurt beside him. Of course, he isn’t ready to die from a lack of oxygen, especially not now. Eventually he needs air.
When he breathes everything is still there. Kurt is still there.
Blaine smiles toward the ceiling.
Kurt shifts closer in the bed. His eyes are still closed. “Roll over,” he says, pushing Blaine’s shoulder lazily away from him.
Blaine rolls where Kurt wants him. Then he’s spooned and warm with his back pressed against Kurt’s front. He can feel Kurt’s erection hard against his ass.
Blaine lifts his body off the bed a little so Kurt can snake an arm under Blaine. Kurt’s hand runs patterns across Blaine’s chest. Kurt’s other arm wraps lower on Blaine’s hips and he reaches to stroke Blaine’s cock. Blaine arches his back with pleasure. His ass presses further into Kurt. Kurt’s hips rotate against him in tiny circles. His breath is soft and quick against Blaine’s neck.
Blaine looks down to where Kurt’s hand grasps Blaine’s cock. Kurt keeps up a dreamy rhythm as though he’s not fully awake. He mouths and bites softly against Blaine’s neck. Blaine can’t hold back a breathy moan. He thrusts forward a little into Kurt’s hand and then back against Kurt’s cock.
He feels Kurt smile against him. “Waking up, are we?” His voice is thick with sleep and sex.
“Mmmm,” is about all Blaine can manage. He reaches back for Kurt, pulling Kurt’s ass tighter against his. He lets his legs fall open. Kurt’s hand moves, now pumping rough and certain between Blaine’s thighs. Blaine shifts as Kurt moves faster. He grunts over and again. It would be awkward if he weren’t so powerfully turned on; if he couldn’t feel Kurt responding. Kurt thrusts harder from behind, his cock thick in the crack of Blaine’s ass.
“I’m going to have to-” Kurt rolls away abruptly letting go of Blaine’s cock. “Sorry, sorry,” he mutters as Blaine groans with need. “Safe sex.” He hears Kurt fumbling with something behind him and turns over to see Kurt roll a condom onto his leaking cock. He pulls the cap off some lube.
“Roll onto your back for me sweetheart,” says Kurt.
Blaine takes a steadying breath and lies back, bending his knees and pressing his heels into the mattress. Kurt fingers Blaine steadily, opening him up slowly. Somehow Blaine holds himself almost still and watches Kurt wide-eyed. There are no thoughts save the thought of Kurt filling him. Then Kurt holds himself above Blaine’s body. Their eyes are fixed on each other as Kurt pushes inside, entirely and devastatingly inside. Blaine gasps in pleasure and something that’s not quite pain and gives himself over to it.
"I've got you, baby," says Kurt. "I've got you."
**
There’s sunlight in a bright strip across Blaine’s bed. Kurt lies on his stomach. The sheets are bundled at the foot of the bed. He runs one hand across Blaine’s abs, pausing while it rests on his belly. “I find your body incredibly distracting,” he says. “All the time, really, but especially when you’re naked.”
Blaine smiles a satisfied smile that ripples through to Kurt’s toes. He loves that he created that satiated, entirely content Blaine.
“I’d be happy to stay in bed with you all day, honey,” continues Kurt, “but I think that we should go somewhere and talk about this. I don’t trust my hands when I’m in private with you.”
Blaine slides his fingers over the curve of Kurt’s ass.
“And I certainly don’t trust your hands,” says Kurt. He rolls away. Blaine groans distractingly.
“A walk and some brunch?” asks Kurt. Blaine looks worried. “Don’t agonize about this, Blaine. It’s not going to hurt.”
They walk to the local diner. Kurt figures they’ve had a lot of exercise so he’ll overlook the carbs.
“I don’t know if we need to have this conversation,” says Kurt once they’re seated. The windows are open and they’re looking out over a little green park. There’s a terrier of some kind chasing a ball back and forth. “I think maybe we do though. About what happened last time.”
“Okay,” says Blaine. His eyes are soft. Kurt reaches for Blaine’s hand because he can’t help it. But he doesn’t want there to be so much potential for regret when things are so very new.
Blaine takes a breath. “I agree. I don’t want you to be afraid of anything.”
Kurt says, “It wasn’t just you who messed it up.” It’s the first time he’s said it aloud. “We were so young. I mean, we still are young, but we were so crazily young. It still aches to think about it.” He keeps talking so Blaine doesn’t apologize. “Not just that you were with someone else, Blaine. It hurt, and it’s not something I want to think about really ever, but you have to know I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you years ago. What still hurts is knowing that I wasn’t as good at this as I thought I was. Sometimes things were so wonderful, we were so perfect. I felt like the only thing I knew how to do was to love you. And then I messed that up.”
Blaine looks at him through tears. “Kurt,” he starts.
“Don’t apologize,” says Kurt. “Please?”
Blaine smiles weakly. “Okay. But you have to know I’ve thought about this. Not just thought about it, I’ve wrestled with it, with what I did. There is a lot I would do differently, will do differently, if I have the chance again. A lot. I know myself better now and I think weirdly I know you better too. So I don’t want you to worry.”
“I’m not worried,” says Kurt. It’s true. He looks down at the table where they’re still holding hands.
“I know I’m not perfect… I’m pretty sure you are,” says Blaine and staves off Kurt’s blushing protest with a laugh. “Perfect for me, anyway. So I’ll always want to be with you. But we’ll mess up again. I’ll hurt you and you’ll hurt me. We just won’t do it the same way we did the last time.”
“So you’re saying we’ll find new ways to hurt one another.”
“I’m saying we’ll find new ways to hurt one another.”
“And that’s a good thing?” Kurt is caught between tears and laughter.
“This,” says Blaine lifting their joined hands, “is a good thing. The best thing. Kurt. You are it for me. I’m going to spend every single day showing you that. Okay?”
“Okay,” says Kurt. Nothing else was ever an option. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” says Blaine and smiles the blinding smile that sets Kurt’s heart on fire.
**
They’re walking across the park. Kurt is tucked into Blaine’s side. He hums a little. “So, what’s our plan here?”
“I thought we could stop at the corner store and make sure we have everything we need, then head home. Then… to be honest I thought you could take a long time fucking me into the mattress, or really whatever you felt like, and we could maybe never leave.”
Kurt blushes and tugs Blaine closer. “Okay. I meant- longer term than that.”
“Oh.”
“Though that does sound perfect.”
“Longer term,” says Blaine contemplatively. “Well I’m planning to love you 'til I die. I’d say that’s fairly long term.”
Kurt sighs at him fondly, exasperated and delighted. He pulls Blaine down to sit beside him on a park bench. “And in the interim?”
“In the interim we’re going to Broadway.” Blaine grins. “Look, I know it’ll be some time before we get the show running there. But Kurt, I’m not wedded to San Francisco.” Kurt feels his heart settle. It’s like letting go and leaping into this thing. It’s too fast but it’s also been six years.
**
Later, Blaine’s throwing ginger and vegetables into a wok and singing something poppy. He sounds predictably delicious. He’s wiggling his ass too, in a distracting way. Kurt’s sitting on a bar stool with his legs crossed. He takes a sip of wine. The cooking doesn’t look complex but the song is one Kurt’s never heard and despite the ass wiggling it’s another way that this Blaine is new to Kurt - like the ways he’s learned to use his tongue and hands, like the guys he’s been with that Kurt’s never even seen, like the scar on his left thigh and the skill with which he writes music and the fact that he’s been to London and the green Public School shirt he’s wearing. Kurt blinks away the sting of it.
Blaine takes the wok off the heat and looks over. “Are you okay?”
“I am. I’m just thinking about the things I’ve missed.”
Blaine presses his lips together. “I know,” he says.
“But there is an up-side.”
“Yeah?” Blaine puts the wok on a place mat and looks over.
“I get to fall in love with you for a second time.”
Blaine’s eyes are alight as he smiles, like they’ve always been around Kurt. They’re older too and maybe even brighter.
“So the show,” says Blaine. “We’ll run for at least the month. But then- after we finish up here, I was thinking we could drive across the country together.”
“A road trip?” says Kurt. “I’m more-”
“I know. You’re more of a city boy. Mostly a New York City boy. And I love that about you. But then I thought of three weeks on our own with no timetable. We can carry clean sheets and I’ll promise you showers and cool weather everywhere we go. And sex. We’ll sing in the car. We can stop at Dollywood, and look at the stars from the desert, and we’ll visit Ohio to see your family and my family and we won’t stay anywhere that freaks you out.”
“We could spend three weeks together in New York,” says Kurt practically. “There’s theater there. And clean sheets. And sex.”
Blaine keeps his eyes fixed on Kurt’s. “But that way I can’t move my stuff across the country.”
“Oh,” says Kurt breathlessly. The thought simmers inside him and threatens to split his heart open. “Blaine. Yes.” He steps down from the stool and flings himself into Blaine’s arms. Blaine hugs him like he’s meant to be there.
Kurt’s still a little doubtful about the road trip. But there are a hundred things he never thought he’d like; even more things he never thought he’d have. He won’t admit it, but Blaine is always proving him wrong.
END
When Blaine wakes it’s barely daylight. He’s on his back - Kurt’s slender body stretched beside him, Kurt’s arm heavy across his waist. Blaine turns his head to study Kurt’s face. His skin is almost translucent in the pale light.
For a time, Blaine doesn’t dare breathe. He couldn’t bear for this whole thing to dissolve. He stays as still as he can, holding his breath, relishing Kurt beside him. Of course, he isn’t ready to die from a lack of oxygen, especially not now. Eventually he needs air.
When he breathes everything is still there. Kurt is still there.
Blaine smiles toward the ceiling.
Kurt shifts closer in the bed. His eyes are still closed. “Roll over,” he says, pushing Blaine’s shoulder lazily away from him.
Blaine rolls where Kurt wants him. Then he’s spooned and warm with his back pressed against Kurt’s front. He can feel Kurt’s erection hard against his ass.
Blaine lifts his body off the bed a little so Kurt can snake an arm under Blaine. Kurt’s hand runs patterns across Blaine’s chest. Kurt’s other arm wraps lower on Blaine’s hips and he reaches to stroke Blaine’s cock. Blaine arches his back with pleasure. His ass presses further into Kurt. Kurt’s hips rotate against him in tiny circles. His breath is soft and quick against Blaine’s neck.
Blaine looks down to where Kurt’s hand grasps Blaine’s cock. Kurt keeps up a dreamy rhythm as though he’s not fully awake. He mouths and bites softly against Blaine’s neck. Blaine can’t hold back a breathy moan. He thrusts forward a little into Kurt’s hand and then back against Kurt’s cock.
He feels Kurt smile against him. “Waking up, are we?” His voice is thick with sleep and sex.
“Mmmm,” is about all Blaine can manage. He reaches back for Kurt, pulling Kurt’s ass tighter against his. He lets his legs fall open. Kurt’s hand moves, now pumping rough and certain between Blaine’s thighs. Blaine shifts as Kurt moves faster. He grunts over and again. It would be awkward if he weren’t so powerfully turned on; if he couldn’t feel Kurt responding. Kurt thrusts harder from behind, his cock thick in the crack of Blaine’s ass.
“I’m going to have to-” Kurt rolls away abruptly letting go of Blaine’s cock. “Sorry, sorry,” he mutters as Blaine groans with need. “Safe sex.” He hears Kurt fumbling with something behind him and turns over to see Kurt roll a condom onto his leaking cock. He pulls the cap off some lube.
“Roll onto your back for me sweetheart,” says Kurt.
Blaine takes a steadying breath and lies back, bending his knees and pressing his heels into the mattress. Kurt fingers Blaine steadily, opening him up slowly. Somehow Blaine holds himself almost still and watches Kurt wide-eyed. There are no thoughts save the thought of Kurt filling him. Then Kurt holds himself above Blaine’s body. Their eyes are fixed on each other as Kurt pushes inside, entirely and devastatingly inside. Blaine gasps in pleasure and something that’s not quite pain and gives himself over to it.
"I've got you, baby," says Kurt. "I've got you."
**
There’s sunlight in a bright strip across Blaine’s bed. Kurt lies on his stomach. The sheets are bundled at the foot of the bed. He runs one hand across Blaine’s abs, pausing while it rests on his belly. “I find your body incredibly distracting,” he says. “All the time, really, but especially when you’re naked.”
Blaine smiles a satisfied smile that ripples through to Kurt’s toes. He loves that he created that satiated, entirely content Blaine.
“I’d be happy to stay in bed with you all day, honey,” continues Kurt, “but I think that we should go somewhere and talk about this. I don’t trust my hands when I’m in private with you.”
Blaine slides his fingers over the curve of Kurt’s ass.
“And I certainly don’t trust your hands,” says Kurt. He rolls away. Blaine groans distractingly.
“A walk and some brunch?” asks Kurt. Blaine looks worried. “Don’t agonize about this, Blaine. It’s not going to hurt.”
They walk to the local diner. Kurt figures they’ve had a lot of exercise so he’ll overlook the carbs.
“I don’t know if we need to have this conversation,” says Kurt once they’re seated. The windows are open and they’re looking out over a little green park. There’s a terrier of some kind chasing a ball back and forth. “I think maybe we do though. About what happened last time.”
“Okay,” says Blaine. His eyes are soft. Kurt reaches for Blaine’s hand because he can’t help it. But he doesn’t want there to be so much potential for regret when things are so very new.
Blaine takes a breath. “I agree. I don’t want you to be afraid of anything.”
Kurt says, “It wasn’t just you who messed it up.” It’s the first time he’s said it aloud. “We were so young. I mean, we still are young, but we were so crazily young. It still aches to think about it.” He keeps talking so Blaine doesn’t apologize. “Not just that you were with someone else, Blaine. It hurt, and it’s not something I want to think about really ever, but you have to know I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you years ago. What still hurts is knowing that I wasn’t as good at this as I thought I was. Sometimes things were so wonderful, we were so perfect. I felt like the only thing I knew how to do was to love you. And then I messed that up.”
Blaine looks at him through tears. “Kurt,” he starts.
“Don’t apologize,” says Kurt. “Please?”
Blaine smiles weakly. “Okay. But you have to know I’ve thought about this. Not just thought about it, I’ve wrestled with it, with what I did. There is a lot I would do differently, will do differently, if I have the chance again. A lot. I know myself better now and I think weirdly I know you better too. So I don’t want you to worry.”
“I’m not worried,” says Kurt. It’s true. He looks down at the table where they’re still holding hands.
“I know I’m not perfect… I’m pretty sure you are,” says Blaine and staves off Kurt’s blushing protest with a laugh. “Perfect for me, anyway. So I’ll always want to be with you. But we’ll mess up again. I’ll hurt you and you’ll hurt me. We just won’t do it the same way we did the last time.”
“So you’re saying we’ll find new ways to hurt one another.”
“I’m saying we’ll find new ways to hurt one another.”
“And that’s a good thing?” Kurt is caught between tears and laughter.
“This,” says Blaine lifting their joined hands, “is a good thing. The best thing. Kurt. You are it for me. I’m going to spend every single day showing you that. Okay?”
“Okay,” says Kurt. Nothing else was ever an option. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” says Blaine and smiles the blinding smile that sets Kurt’s heart on fire.
**
They’re walking across the park. Kurt is tucked into Blaine’s side. He hums a little. “So, what’s our plan here?”
“I thought we could stop at the corner store and make sure we have everything we need, then head home. Then… to be honest I thought you could take a long time fucking me into the mattress, or really whatever you felt like, and we could maybe never leave.”
Kurt blushes and tugs Blaine closer. “Okay. I meant- longer term than that.”
“Oh.”
“Though that does sound perfect.”
“Longer term,” says Blaine contemplatively. “Well I’m planning to love you 'til I die. I’d say that’s fairly long term.”
Kurt sighs at him fondly, exasperated and delighted. He pulls Blaine down to sit beside him on a park bench. “And in the interim?”
“In the interim we’re going to Broadway.” Blaine grins. “Look, I know it’ll be some time before we get the show running there. But Kurt, I’m not wedded to San Francisco.” Kurt feels his heart settle. It’s like letting go and leaping into this thing. It’s too fast but it’s also been six years.
**
Later, Blaine’s throwing ginger and vegetables into a wok and singing something poppy. He sounds predictably delicious. He’s wiggling his ass too, in a distracting way. Kurt’s sitting on a bar stool with his legs crossed. He takes a sip of wine. The cooking doesn’t look complex but the song is one Kurt’s never heard and despite the ass wiggling it’s another way that this Blaine is new to Kurt - like the ways he’s learned to use his tongue and hands, like the guys he’s been with that Kurt’s never even seen, like the scar on his left thigh and the skill with which he writes music and the fact that he’s been to London and the green Public School shirt he’s wearing. Kurt blinks away the sting of it.
Blaine takes the wok off the heat and looks over. “Are you okay?”
“I am. I’m just thinking about the things I’ve missed.”
Blaine presses his lips together. “I know,” he says.
“But there is an up-side.”
“Yeah?” Blaine puts the wok on a place mat and looks over.
“I get to fall in love with you for a second time.”
Blaine’s eyes are alight as he smiles, like they’ve always been around Kurt. They’re older too and maybe even brighter.
“So the show,” says Blaine. “We’ll run for at least the month. But then- after we finish up here, I was thinking we could drive across the country together.”
“A road trip?” says Kurt. “I’m more-”
“I know. You’re more of a city boy. Mostly a New York City boy. And I love that about you. But then I thought of three weeks on our own with no timetable. We can carry clean sheets and I’ll promise you showers and cool weather everywhere we go. And sex. We’ll sing in the car. We can stop at Dollywood, and look at the stars from the desert, and we’ll visit Ohio to see your family and my family and we won’t stay anywhere that freaks you out.”
“We could spend three weeks together in New York,” says Kurt practically. “There’s theater there. And clean sheets. And sex.”
Blaine keeps his eyes fixed on Kurt’s. “But that way I can’t move my stuff across the country.”
“Oh,” says Kurt breathlessly. The thought simmers inside him and threatens to split his heart open. “Blaine. Yes.” He steps down from the stool and flings himself into Blaine’s arms. Blaine hugs him like he’s meant to be there.
Kurt’s still a little doubtful about the road trip. But there are a hundred things he never thought he’d like; even more things he never thought he’d have. He won’t admit it, but Blaine is always proving him wrong.
END