Fic: Emotions in Limine for gleebigbang {Part 3 of 4}
Title: Emotions in Limine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: As one of the founding partners at The Firm of Hummel, Lopez, and Smythe, Kurt is far too busy to worry about a personal life - on top of the stress of trying to make a name for himself as one of the most promising young attorneys in the Midwest, he’s got to keep a handle on his own office politics, which consist of Santana hooking up with their receptionist and Sebastian trying to get into his pants. When they hire a few new paralegals to help with their impending caseload, the last thing Kurt expects is to fall in love with one Blaine Anderson - and especially not on the eve of his thirtieth birthday. Can their secret office romance survive when their coworkers are quite possibly the nosiest group of people in the whole state of Illinois?
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Dinner with Blaine had gone lovely. Kurt had settled on simple: steaks and sweet potatoes and roasted asparagus with a spinach salad and good red wine. Their conversation flowed easily, and neither one of them mentioned work even once; Blaine had even proved handy in the kitchen while they prepared the food. Good conversation really was just like foreplay for Kurt, and between that and the bottle of wine they’d polished off between them, Kurt wanted to drag Blaine to the bedroom the instant dinner was done.
At least, he wanted to until Blaine mentioned his brother was getting into O’Hare at five am, and he should probably head home to get some rest. “I should have mentioned it before,” he said after Kurt carried their dishes to the sink. He sounded sincere, and when Kurt turned away from the sink, Blaine was next to him, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss that only left Kurt wanting more. “He’s only here for forty-eight hours before he heads on to New York, and we haven’t always had the best relationship. I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, the words ghosting over Kurt’s lips before he pulled Blaine in for one more kiss.
Blaine had promised a rain check for a longer date later, and if there had been a teeny tiny niggling at the back of his head about the excuse, all worries were cleared when Blaine asked if he could have a little bit of extra time on Monday for lunch and brought Cooper back to the office to meet everyone afterwards. Cooper was jovial, if a little self absorbed, and Kurt told Blaine to take the rest of the afternoon off to spend with him. The trial date for the Schuester case had finally been set, and even though it was almost two months out, there was lots of work still to be done - still, nothing they couldn’t deal with without Blaine.
Kurt was trying to limit staying after hours in the next few weeks, because he knew the closer they got to the trial date, the later they’d all be working. On Thursday Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn had all been out of the office talking to witnesses, however, and figured they should stay a bit so they wouldn’t be swamped next week (and Kurt and Quinn wouldn’t give up another Friday). They split a veggie pizza at six and Kurt hoped they’d be out of there by eight.
Quinn was picking the red peppers off a slice of pizza her face brightened as if something had occurred to her. “Hey,” she said, turning to face Kurt. “In August, it’ll be the firm’s fourth anniversary.”
“Huh. I guess it will be,” Kurt said before taking a sip of his iced tea. “Did Santana ever give you the whole spiel about how we got started here?” he asked Blaine, who shook his head. “It was a little over a year after we graduated. Sebastian, Santana and I all stayed in touch even though we ended up at different firms. None of us were really happy, though, but we all just figured it was a rite of passage, paying our dues or whatever. That summer, I was on a leave of absence because my dad had died, and I was back in Lima dealing with all that.” Kurt paused to take another bite of his pizza slice when he realized it might have been the first time he’d told this story without fighting back tears. Strange.
“Santana had just quit because she got into a fight with one of the partners at her firm - you could only take pro bono cases if you’d billed enough hours with other cases, and there was this case that really hit close to home with her and they wouldn’t let her take it. So she told them off and walked out and never looked back. Sebastian’s dad was annoyed with him that he hadn’t been made partner at his firm yet - after a year, mind you, and we were all sort of in this place where we knew we weren’t happy where we were and I had a little bit of money left from my dad’s life insurance and selling his business, and Sebastian had backing from his dad, and Santana had surprisingly saved like, half of her first year’s salary, so we just decided to go for it.”
Quinn laughed, taking a sip of her Diet Coke before butting in. “The first year was rough. I was hired first, and half the time I was answering phones, and we were working out of this tiny office on the very fringes of downtown.”
“We all pretty much hated each other since we were on top of each other all the time, but then we hired Tina and Artie and Brittany and then Sugar, all before the year was out, and after the first of the year we were somehow actually billing enough hours to cover all our own bills and payroll and we moved here, what, two years ago?” Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was smiling at their memories.
“That’s all pretty amazing when you think about it,” Blaine pointed out, and Kurt couldn’t hold back his grin. He had so much pride for what they’d accomplished over the past few years, all the lives they’d helped. The fact that they’d proved successful was just icing on the cake.
They finished up dinner and got back to work, because Kurt really hoped they’d get out of there by eight. He wanted nothing more than to sink into his bathtub, maybe with a book or maybe with just his iPod, and relax. Quinn must have felt the same way, because when Kurt looked over at her around seven-thirty, her eyes were beginning to droop. “Sorry,” she apologized quickly when she noticed Kurt had caught her. “I got horrible sleep last night.”
Kurt told her to go home and rest, that he and Blaine could wrap it up from there, and it occurred to him it was the first time since their date on Saturday that he’d been alone with Blaine.
Suddenly, a bath didn’t seem so appealing.
Kurt could see the glass exit doors through the conference room window, Quinn closing them in her wake and waiting for the elevator. “Alone at last,” Blaine said cheerfully, returning his eyes to his legal pad where he’d been making notes from earlier in the day. Blaine had asked Kurt once if the firm had ever considered going digital, keeping notes on tablets and e-readers and computers instead, and Kurt had pointed out how he liked having hard copies of things to fall back on. He’d noticed the tiniest of smirks at the mention of how he liked things hard on Blaine’s face, small enough Blaine probably thought Kurt hadn’t even seen, but he had, and even though it would have been weeks before either of them would act on anything, the moment suddenly came rushing back to Kurt instantly - because he liked all kinds of things hard, indeed.
“Yeah,” Kurt breathed out, trying to concentrate on the article before him once more, ignoring memories of stupid innuendo. He realized after reading the same paragraph three times, he might be done too. He took his glasses off, where they’d sunk down past the bridge of his nose, inching towards the tip, and folded them neatly in his hand. He watched Blaine momentarily, not full on staring, just tilting his head in his direction, watching out of the corner of his eye. Blaine’s glasses had slipped down his nose too as he wrote, and the cardigan he’d chosen for the day was pushed up to his elbows. It was early June, so the weather was disgustingly hot outside, but Sugar kept the office freezing to compensate. Kurt’s eyes trailed along the lines of Blaine’s exposed forearms, the slight ridges his veins and muscles made. Kurt saw Blaine set his pencil down on his pad of paper and he looked up from Blaine’s arms to his face to see Blaine staring back at him.
“Sorry, I …” Kurt started, but his mouth went dry. He was sitting at the head of the conference table, Blaine at his left, and he realized he’d shifted closer in his seat to Blaine’s side of the table.
“Got distracted?” Blaine offered, but he wasn’t witty and cheerful like before, his tone just a touch darker, and he inched his chair closer to Kurt’s.
“Something like that,” Kurt answered, his chair scraping across the hardwood floor beneath them as he attempted to get closer to Blaine, the loud sound echoing through the room. He stopped moving his chair to laugh, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, because he was really being quite ridiculous. He’d been alone with Blaine for only a few minutes, and this is what had happened?
Blaine’s eyelashes fluttered as he chuckled with Kurt. “I guess we do have some unfinished business to take care of from Saturday night,” he said once they’d stopped.
“I -“ Kurt started, trying to articulate that he hadn’t planned being alone with Blaine like this, but the way Blaine was looking at him, who cared? “We should - I think we should leave too,” Kurt said, standing up quickly.
“Why should we have to leave?” Blaine said, getting up too. He pulled Kurt against him, backing up until he was almost flush against the wall. “I don’t think I can wait that long, please.”
Neither could Kurt when Blaine was almost begging for Kurt’s touch. He surged his body into Blaine’s, and Blaine let out a gasp when his back hit the wall with a solid thwack. Kurt almost gasped with him, the adrenaline rush of going from zero to sixty hitting him hard, and he hadn’t even kissed Blaine yet. He quickly remedied that, fusing their lips together. Blaine tangled his hand in Kurt’s rumpled cotton shirt, pulling him closer still, opening his legs slightly for Kurt to slot his between them.
Blaine was half hard against his thigh, which spurred Kurt on even more, pulling Blaine’s navy cardigan off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Underneath was a short sleeved shirt and suspenders, plus Blaine’s signature bow tie, of course, but the suspenders were something that never failed to turn Kurt on. He hadn’t worn them either time they’d been together, but they were a regular office staple, and they drove Kurt crazy. “I love it when you wear these,” he whispered against Blaine’s ear, running a hand in between the suspenders and Blaine’s shirt. He pulled one side taut, hearing Blaine’s breath hitch where his mouth was fixated against Kurt’s neck, and oh, Blaine must like wearing them too. A fingertip caught on Blaine’s nipple as Kurt smoothed his hands down his torso, and Blaine bucked up further against Kurt’s thigh. Kurt pushed back against him, bending his knee slightly upwards to give him the right pressure, and Blaine buried his head into Kurt’s shoulder, whining out his name.
Kurt wasn’t sure if it was because they were still in the office, or because it was the first time he’d been fully cognizant for their activities, or because Blaine was second guessing his every move since their multiple talks, but this time it was Blaine yielding to every one of Kurt’s touches, following his lead, which Kurt was perfectly fine with. He wanted to make Blaine feel just as good as Blaine had made him (not that he hadn’t already, but now he was back to full health at least).
Kurt’s lips had made their way back to Blaine’s and he pulled back slightly to speak. “Tell me what you want, Blaine,” Kurt said softly, Blaine’s lips involuntarily following Kurt’s, seeking contact once more. “Anything. Tell me.”
Blaine’s eyes were wide and his hair was a little mussed from where Kurt had attempted to curl his fingers in it. He was silent, unsure if he should actually share, Kurt supposed, and he was about to prompt him again when Blaine whispered barely loud enough for Kurt to hear him, “Fuck me. Here. On the conference table.” His eyes drifted down between them, almost as if he was glancing at Kurt’s cock hungrily even though they were still fully clothed.
Kurt’s own eyes widened, and he threw his head back and groaned at the thought. Blaine’s hands flew to Kurt’s back, holding him in position so he could run his tongue down the expanse of Kurt’s his neck. “Please,” he whispered, just above Kurt’s Adam’s apple.
“Oh, fuck, you’re serious,” Kurt moaned softly as Blaine continued to kiss down the stretch of skin before him, nosing Kurt’s shirt open where it was unbuttoned. It was perfectly feasible - Kurt kept lube and condoms in his office on the rare occasion he was going out straight from work on a Friday night, and the even rarer occasion he would get laid. “I - yeah. Yes.” He straightened up, kissing Blaine once, firmly. “Clean up our paperwork. I’ll be right back.”
Kurt ran from the conference room, locking the front doors and heading to his office. He unlocked the filing cabinet where he kept his personal files and there, in the back, was exactly what he needed.
Blaine had moved their piles of paperwork to the smaller table in the back and Kurt shut the blinds and locked the conference room door, just in case Santana or Sebastian came back for something (sure, they would hear, but they wouldn’t see). Blaine was leaning against the edge of the table, and he made motions to move when Kurt walked away from the locked door, but Kurt clucked his tongue. “Stay right where you are,” Kurt said, smirking. He walked over and nudged Blaine’s hips until he was actually sitting on the edge of the table, then murmured, “Perfect,” before loosening Blaine’s tie. He wasn’t sure if he meant the way Blaine was sitting, or the man himself.
Kurt’s mouth followed in the wake of his fingers as he undid Blaine’s tie and the buttons on his shirt, placing slow, wet kisses down Blaine’s skin, making Blaine writhe and squirm beneath him. He stopped to slide the suspenders over Blaine’s shoulders once his shirt was fully unbuttoned, letting them fall around his waist before allowing Blaine shrug off his shirt. Blaine yanked at Kurt’s tie, pulling him close enough to undo it as Kurt’s eyes slammed shut with pleasure, Blaine muttering, “You too,” before loosening Kurt’s tie and slipping it over his head. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Blaine asked, Kurt feeling the smile on Blaine’s lips against his skin.
“Maybe,” Kurt breathed out, trying to ignore how the pressure had felt against his throat, because there were more urgent matters at hand. “It was nice and all, but more importantly, you should be naked right now.”
Blaine laughed against his shoulder, placing one last kiss against his skin before backing Kurt up and sliding off the table and unbuttoning his pants. Kurt did the same for his own trousers, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them and shoving them to the side. He watched as Blaine’s pants fell, resting his hands at Blaine’s trim waist before he removed his underwear. “Let me,” he whispered, stretching the waistband and pulling them down Blaine’s thighs, wrapping a hand around his hardened cock and breathing in the scent of Blaine where it was the strongest. Blaine let out a stuttering breath when Kurt sucked the tip of Blaine’s cock into his mouth, and then another when he flattened his tongue for more. Kurt might have gotten a little carried away, because it wasn’t long before Blaine was pulling at Kurt’s hair and whimpering, “Oh my god, Kurt, you have to stop that.”
“So sorry,” Kurt scolded, pinching Blaine’s thigh as he stood and pulled off his own boxer briefs. Blaine yelped at the sting, but Kurt distracted him by kissing him firmly and whispering, “Turn around.”
He skimmed his palms over Blaine’s ass, squeezing slightly and trying not to groan. Kurt leaned over Blaine’s shoulder to whisper in his ear, his cock brushing over the crack of Blaine’s ass, and he did groan at that. “Lean over the table,” Kurt whispered when he’d regained his voice.
Blaine obeyed, resting on his elbows, ass sticking up slightly in the air, and god, was it a sight. “So fucking gorgeous,” Kurt murmured before reaching for the small bottle of lube he’d pulled from his file cabinet.
When they weren’t both so impatient, Kurt would have to take time to adore and worship what was in front of him, but he had wanted this for months - he needed to be inside Blaine as soon as possible. Every noise Blaine made reverberated off the hard wood of the table he was pressed against, echoing in the room surrounding them - each moan or cry of pleasure when Kurt added another finger or changed the angle of them, Blaine finally begging him to get on with things, pleading, “Please, Kurt, please.”
Kurt quickly removed his fingers, Blaine gasping at the emptiness and Kurt gasping at the sight before him. He groped around on the table searching for the condom, unable to take his eyes off of Blaine clenching around nothing, finally finding it and rolling it down his length before grabbing the lube again.
He slid into Blaine in one fluid motion, not stopping until he bottomed out, gripping Blaine’s hips as he gasped beneath him. He remained motionless, his balls pressed tight against Blaine and his cock engulfed in the tight heat of him. Kurt could hear Blaine swearing under his breath, just a constant muttering of fuckfuckfuckfuck, his words getting slightly louder when Kurt started to grind against him, his hips moving in slow circles against Blaine’s ass, and finally, he bit out, “Harder, c’mon,” as he tried to push himself backwards off the table and further back onto Kurt’s cock.
“Bossy,” Kurt mused, but he just gripped Blaine’s hips tighter, pulling out slowly before slamming back into him, Blaine hissing his swear words even louder in response. He smirked at Blaine’s babbles, his fingers pressing into Blaine’s soft skin even harder, dragging Blaine’s body against his on his upward thrusts. Blaine eventually started to lose steam, his words becoming grunts and sighs and moans. Once Kurt settled into a rhythm, Blaine stammered, “I need to - oh my god, Kurt, you’re so fucking amazing -” and he pushed back far enough from the table to wrap his hand around his dick.
Kurt slowed, just slightly, so he wouldn’t knock Blaine off kilter, because god, he was close, the familiar tightening of his stomach and the pressure building beneath. “Come on, Blaine,” Kurt encouraged as he pounded his cock into Blaine once more.
“Tell me - more,” Blaine breathed out, hips working overtime forward through his fist and backwards onto Kurt’s cock. “So - fucking - good.”
“You look so perfect like this,” Kurt murmured, his voice surprisingly calm and soothing for someone whose orgasm was so imminent. “So flawless stretched out on the table underneath me, taking … taking whatever I give you.” He paused to catch his breath, stuttering when he continued. “We have to meet … clients in here tomorrow … god, Blaine … and all I’m going to be able to think about is your impeccable … impeccable ass, and how tight you are around me, and come on and come for me, because I am so, so close -“
Thankfully, that’s all it took, Blaine clenching around Kurt’s cock tight as he came, whispering Kurt’s name, broken and thankful, and Kurt couldn’t hold out anymore. His orgasm hit just as Blaine was coming down, his body limp beneath him on the table, and Kurt let out a wrecked sob as he gripped Blaine’s hips tight once more to hold him in place. He half worried about the fact that he’d probably bruised Blaine’s skin from gripping so tightly, but Blaine was sated and happy under him, so he figured he couldn’t care too much. Kurt collapsed for a moment on top of Blaine, still buried deep within him, his front pressed against Blaine's back, just long enough to catch his breath before pulling out slowly and removing the condom.
Blaine’s underwear was still hanging around his ankles, and Kurt grabbed his own, pulling them on before sinking down on the floor behind the table, back against the wall for support. Blaine smiled and sat down next to him, murmuring, “That was amazing. You’re amazing,” and capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss.
Blaine dropped his head to Kurt’s shoulder, both of them still coming down from their highs and catching their breath, and Kurt leaned his head against the wall behind them, shutting his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced over to the door, thankful that no one had decided to come back for anything they’d forgotten, and he noticed something over the door he never had before - something black and shiny and small.
It finally hit him - Santana had talked about installing cameras in the public areas, just for their own safety, in case something was to go horribly wrong. It surely couldn’t be on - perhaps Santana had put them in, but hadn’t activated them yet, since she hadn’t informed Kurt at least. He blinked and shrugged, figuring they were definitely not working presently. He’d worry about it the following day and he wouldn’t allow himself to ruin his bliss by panicking.
“We should clean up in here before we go,” Kurt murmured into Blaine’s hair, and he jolted slightly, as if he’d fallen asleep. Sure enough, when Blaine picked up his head to look at Kurt, his eyes were half lidded, but he was still grinning. Kurt nosed against Blaine’s cheek to reach his lips and trade lazy kisses with him. “You should still come over,” Kurt offered. “It’s awfully late for you to be taking the L back home.”
Blaine’s expression told him he knew the train had no factor in Kurt’s asking, but he didn’t say anything acknowledging it. “I think that sounds like an excellent plan.”
To Kurt’s delight, Blaine ended up staying the whole night. He had forgotten how much he’d enjoyed just sleeping with someone. Waking up in the middle of the night to Blaine’s legs draped over his, Blaine’s hand resting at his waist tangled in his undershirt, feeling Blaine’s breath against his back. Blaine was a cuddler, and Kurt wasn’t one inherently (especially when he wasn’t sick), but it was comforting. He woke up forty minutes before his alarm, because Blaine was already up placing languid kisses down his spine under his undershirt, and Kurt could certainly get used to waking up to that.
“Sorry, I guess I’m used to getting up earlier than you,” Blaine said softly when Kurt finally stirred.
“Mmm,” he hummed, rolling over to face Blaine, his eyes still wanting to slip shut. “I don’t mind waking up early when it’s to that.”
Kurt slid his eyes closed for just a moment, and he could hear Blaine laugh. “You’re kind of adorable when you first wake up,” he teased, ducking his head back under Kurt’s shirt to lavish the same attention on his front.
“Shh, don’t tell anyone,” Kurt murmured, finding the strength to pull off his undershirt to make things easier on Blaine. “I have a bitchy reputation to uphold.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Blaine said, his fingers sliding under Kurt’s briefs, and he could so get used to waking up like this.
They were in the shower together before Kurt’s actual alarm went off, and they had time to comb Kurt’s closet for something Blaine could wear. Luckily, Blaine wasn’t sitting in on any client meetings, and Fridays were more casual than the rest of the work week. Kurt found him a pair of jeans, which Blaine rolled at the ankle, a basic white shirt, and a distressed pinstripe blazer Kurt hadn’t worn in over a year.
“Keep it,” Kurt told him, brushing off the shoulders. “It looks better on you than it does me.” He could see the slightest twinge of pink in Blaine’s cheeks at the comment, and simply grinned at him, pulling out a plain black bow tie to complete the look.
The pair walked to Intelligentsia together for pastries and coffee, Blaine leaving a few minutes ahead of Kurt. Kurt sat and sipped his coffee, reading his copy of the Tribune on his tablet, and after ten minutes, he figured he’d given Blaine enough of a buffer.
He found Blaine hunched over the reception desk talking to Brittany when he arrived. “Kurt!” Brittany said cheerfully. “I was just telling Blaine you had the exact same blazer!”
He swallowed his sip of coffee quickly as Blaine turned to face him, leaning his elbows on the desk. “And I told her you must have very good taste!” he said with a wink.
“I do have something similar. Nice eye, Brit,” he offered with a smile, making his way down the hall to his office.
Santana called out to him as he passed. “Morning, boo!” He poked his head in her doorway. She sure was chipper.
“Morning. Sorry if I’m not as energetic as you. Some of us had to work late.” Kurt ignored the fact that most of what he’d been doing at the office last night wasn’t working.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Santana said with her patented eye roll. “I’ll be done with Fisher next week, and then I’ll be able to help you guys out more.”
Kurt offered her a grateful smile, and was about to turn and head to his own office when the thought occurred to him. “Oh, by the way, did we ever do anything with the cameras for the conference room?”
She looked puzzled for a moment. “Yeah, I had Lauren put those in a while ago. Did I forget to tell you? I know I told Smythe. It must have been when you were out sick.”
“Oh.” Kurt schooled his face to a neutral expression. He would not panic in front of Santana. He would not panic. “So, Lauren’s in charge of it all?”
Santana nodded, still looking at him oddly. “Yeah. You should have her show you how it works. She showed us. They cover reception and the conference room.”
“Interesting. Good to know,” Kurt said, backing up out of the doorway. “I’ll go have Lauren do it now.”
He took a few deep breaths as he headed down the hall to the office Blaine, Lauren and Rachel shared. “Morning guys,” Kurt said, peeking his head in and hoping he didn’t seem too freaked out. “Lauren, can I see you in my office?”
Rachel offered him a smile, but Blaine looked concerned. He shook his head subtly at Blaine as Lauren got up out of her seat. “Sure thing, Boss.”
Kurt waited until Lauren shut the door, dropping his messenger bag and sitting down behind his desk. She sat in the plush chair in front of his desk, tilting her head slightly and waiting. “So, apparently while I was out sick, you set up some security cameras? Can you … explain to me how those work?” Kurt was impressed with how calm and steady his voice was - his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Lauren squinted at him from behind her glasses before explaining. "Of course. The actual camera system can only hold twelve hours of video and then it erases itself.” Kurt sighed slightly - he and Blaine had left the office just over thirteen hours ago. She frowned slightly before continuing. “At noon and midnight though, the camera system backs up to a server, so we can keep things … well, forever, I guess, the server can hold years of footage. The files aren’t very big.”
That was a worry item.
Kurt took a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly for a moment before asking the dreaded question. “So, theoretically, you could put a backup on a flash drive, yes?” Lauren nodded, still giving him a look like she knew something fishy was going on. “Okay. I need you to put the last backup, the one from midnight, on a flash drive for me, and then make sure it gets deleted from the server. Can I trust you to do that for me?” he asked with as much sternness as he could muster.
Lauren eyed him closely, before speaking very slowly and purposefully. “Sure thing. Anything in particular I need to know about what happened yesterday afternoon and-or night that’s so important to you?”
Kurt swallowed thickly. “Just … something I would prefer not to get into the wrong hands. Alright?”
“Okay,” she replied, still eyeing him curiously but, nodding her head. “I’ll have it for you after lunch. Is that it?”
Kurt nodded back and waved his hands to shoo her from the office. He had a ten o’clock client meeting and a noon lunch scheduled, and he didn’t have time to freak out about everything now.
A few minutes later, Blaine slipped through his office door. “Everything alright?” he asked, looking a touch perturbed.
“You said you trust me, right?” Kurt said quietly and waited for Blaine to answer yes. “I’ll explain everything once it’s fixed, but the Schuesters will be here in thirty minutes and I need to focus. Everything will be okay, alright? Promise,” he said, locking eyes with Blaine, and Blaine looked confused and a little scared, but he nodded his head in agreement anyway.
Kurt was grateful for a busy day - it kept his mind off of what Lauren was doing for him and what would happen if everything blew up in their faces. He’d just re-entered his office from his lunch meeting, slumping into his desk chair, when Lauren knocked on the door.
“Here you go,” she said, tossing him the small plastic stick containing the backup. “I should tell you, I had to watch it as it backed up, and you guys were super hot. You should know there’s audio on there too, but I didn’t listen.”
Thank god for small favors. “I’m going to forget you said that you watched this,” Kurt said, still trying to be authoritative even though he knew his cheeks were flaming. “This is the only copy that exists, yes?”
“Yeah, I permanently deleted the file from the server. Your secret is safe for me. Though, if you were so inclined to throw a little incentive my way, it would be appreciated. I’m working the Miller case with Sebastian and I’d hate to let something slip.” She was smirking at him. Smirking.
“Are you blackmailing me?” Kurt asked, outraged. “I should fire you on the spot.”
“I think you misunderstood, Boss.” She widened her eyes, and Kurt didn’t buy her innocent act for a minute, or that her ‘boss’ business was anything but condescending. “I just do like to gossip, and I’m going to have to try extra hard to not mention anything …”
Kurt blinked at her. She couldn’t be serious. “Alright, you all were supposed to get raises in August when you’ve been here six months. I’ll make sure it goes through next payroll even though it’s only been four. Deal?”
“That is very much appreciated, Boss,” she said, smiling widely at him. She looked as if she was going to say something else, but a knock at the door interrupted her. Blaine opened the door, glancing in.
“Oh, sorry Lauren, I’ll come back,” Blaine started, but she was already making her way for the door.
“No worries, my man, we’re done here,” Lauren said, walking past him. “Also, I have always been an ass woman, and I’ve got to say, congrats on your genes, Anderson.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shot up, which she just laughed at and shut the door behind her as she exited. “What was that about?” Blaine asked, looking almost afraid to learn the answer.
“Security cameras were installed in the conference room and reception area a few weeks ago,” Kurt said, and Blaine sat down, the color draining from his face. “Don’t worry, the only copy is right here. She deleted it from the server.”
Blaine’s eyes shot to Kurt’s hand holding the flash drive. “Are you sure?”
“I mean, I didn’t check personally, but yeah. I trust Lauren to have done what she said.” He'd known about it all for a few hours, and now he felt better since Lauren had brought him the recording, but Blaine had just learned of everything this instant and Kurt knew it had to be a shock.
Blaine stayed silent for a few minutes, finally asking, “Can I get a copy of that?”
Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. Was Blaine trying to blackmail him now too? Could he trust no one in his whole damn office?
Blaine must have realized how his words sounded, because he quickly backtracked. “I mean - not for anything important, just - ah - personal use.”
Kurt flushed again, the thought of Blaine watching the recording of them having sex and jerking off pulling something tight within him. “Yeah, of course,” Kurt said, offering him a small smile. “What are you doing tonight? I don’t have any plans, so if you wanted to come over and check things out together …”
Blaine’s face lit up. “I’d like that. I'd like that very much." Kurt's smile turned into a full on grin. For everything that could have gone wrong, he felt extremely lucky.
The next month flew by, Kurt spending more time with Blaine than he would have admitted to everyone, even if people had known they were dating. He went home to Lima one of the last weekends in June, and it almost scared him how much he missed Blaine. It had been a long time since he'd fallen for someone so hard, so fast, and the thought sometimes terrified him.
July 4th was on a Thursday, and he, Santana, and Sebastian decided to close down shop for a four day weekend, and Blaine didn't leave Kurt's apartment until Sunday night. They spent Thursday night watching fireworks from Kurt's terrace, his building perfectly positioned to see them in almost every direction. Friday and Saturday had been spent with Kurt showing Blaine some of his favorite Chicago attractions, being complete tourists even though places were packed due to the holiday weekend. They fell into bed each night dead on their feet, but somehow finding enough energy for a little more exploring - each other, this time. The following weekend, the whole firm spent their Saturday together at a Cubs game with a pack of suite tickets dropped off by a client, Finn driving out for the weekend to use one of the extra tickets. It occurred to Kurt that day, when he saw Blaine and Finn eating nachos and drinking beer at one of the suite's tables, Blaine winking at him when Finn wasn't looking - he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy.
Kurt couldn’t remember another time in his life where he felt utterly satisfied in all areas of his life - personally, professionally, sexually (and if he was being completely honest, Blaine far exceeded all expectations each time they were together). Kurt wasn’t one to fall fast and hard like this usually, and when he sat down to really think about it - well, it scared him, to say the least. He knew this was out of left field for him, and he knew he shouldn’t let his feelings run away with themselves.
Kurt also knew their honeymoon phase couldn’t last forever. He just hadn’t expected Sebastian to be the cause of its demise.
There were two weeks to go until jury selection for the Schuester trial began, and everyone in the office was working tirelessly in preparation. They’d all been working late, and Blaine and Kurt usually were leaving the office so behind schedule, they both went straight to Kurt’s. That Friday, Blaine snuck into Kurt’s office around noon with a mischievous look on his face.
“Everyone’s gone except Brittany,” Blaine explained with an eyebrow waggle. “They all decided to go out for lunch. I think we should stay in.”
That was how Kurt’s phone got switched to Do Not Disturb and Blaine ended up blowing him under the desk. Blaine had confided to Kurt how much he wanted to do this weeks ago, but after their security camera scare, they were a little gun shy about doing anything in the office. It seemed like the perfect scenario, until there was a knock on the door only a few minutes in.
“Hey! You in there?” Sebastian. Of course.
Kurt untangled his fingers from Blaine’s hair and Blaine’s mouth on Kurt’s cock slowed, but he didn’t remove it - and Kurt wasn’t complaining. “What?” Kurt barked at the door, hoping his tone would ensure that the visit was brief.
“My my, we’re in a feisty mood today,” Sebastian drawled, coming in to sit across from Kurt’s desk, Blaine sucking lightly at the tip of Kurt’s cock all the while. He needed to get Sebastian out. Fast.
“Make it quick, Sebastian, I’m buried in work and would like to be able to eat lunch today.” Kurt scowled at him and at least his desk was in enough disarray for his statement to be believable. At Kurt’s comment, Blaine slipped his lips even further down Kurt’s length, and Kurt was pretty sure Blaine was enjoying this more than he was.
“Fine, geeze, I always forget what you’re like right before a trial. I much prefer post-trial euphoric Kurt to your pre-trial insanity.” Kurt rolled his eyes before continuing to glare, and Sebastian barked out a laugh. “God, you are such a brat sometimes! I’ll make it quick. I just wanted to talk to you about Blaine.”
Blaine had taken Kurt’s cock in deeper just before the mention of his name, and at Sebastian’s statement, he let out a small cough which Kurt luckily caught in time to mask with his own. “Blaine? What about? He helped you on that Bethany stuff, right? And everything was fine?”
“Of course everything was fine,” Sebastian said, looking suspiciously at Kurt before dropping the act. “That kid’s a fucking genius, no wonder you’ve been hogging him all to yourself.” Kurt could feel Blaine smiling at Sebastian’s words, because Kurt had certainly been hogging him in more ways than one. “He’s been working here for months and it was the first time alone I’d really spent with him.”
“Well, I’m glad you found his help useful, Sebastian,” Kurt said, thankful that his voice was continuing to stay even, because Blaine was taking him deeper and deeper, and his mouth was just so perfect and hot, his lips tight around Kurt’s cock, and it was becoming harder to concentrate on what Sebastian was saying.
“Do you know if he’s single?” Sebastian mused, and Kurt tried not to sputter. “He’s kind of sex on a stick, and if he is single, I need to take advantage of that.”
Blaine’s fingers were now digging into Kurt’s thighs, as if trying to remind Kurt how he was very much his, but Kurt panicked, just a tad, and had no idea what to say. “I - I’m not sure,” he stammered, because what in the hell would Blaine have wanted him to say? “But either way, I’ve spent enough time with him to know that you’re really not his type.”
“Oh, what, like you’re not my type? Because we’ve traded, what, like half a dozen blowjobs over the past year, at least? I could totally settle for that with Blaine, since I’m not his type either.” Sebastian smirked at him, and Kurt was fairly certain he had a deer in the headlights look going on.
Even worse - Blaine had frozen.
Kurt hadn’t told him about Sebastian. To be fair, neither of them had talked about either of their past relationships much. Kurt knew Blaine’s last serious relationship ended a year before he came to Chicago and was part of the reason he decided he needed a change of scenery. Blaine knew Kurt’s last serious relationship ended just after law school, but that was it.
Kurt really wished he’d explained more before this moment.
“Those were all drunken mistakes, Sebastian,” he found it in himself to retort. “Ones that will not be happening again.”
“I’m pretty sure you could argue the first time was a mistake, but your case is pretty weak for the others.” Blaine seemed to have recovered from Sebastian’s words, swallowing Kurt’s cock down once more, harder and faster than before. “We’ll see if you’re saying that in a month once we’ve won the Schuester case.”
“You’re going to be sorely disappointed.” Kurt’s cock actually hit the back of Blaine’s throat at that point, and he had to use every ounce of willpower he had not to cry out. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have way too much shit to do to waste time arguing with you.”
Sebastian held up his hands, still smiling smugly. “By all means, don’t let me keep you.” He stood up, making his way to the door. “In fact, I think I’m going to avoid you as much as possible for the next two weeks, since you’re being a complete ass.”
“Oh, boo hoo, I’m so crushed. Leave Blaine alone!” Kurt hollered as Sebastian slammed the door behind him. “Blaine,” he whispered, harsh and low, once he could no longer hear the clacking of Sebastian’s shoes on the wooden hallway floor.
Blaine just grunted, sucking Kurt’s cock with renewed vigor. Kurt had been so fucking close before Sebastian came in and unfortunately, Sebastian’s general unpleasantness hadn’t been enough to kill his impending orgasm. He came embarrassingly fast, fingers tangling in Blaine’s gelled curls once more, Blaine swallowing around Kurt until he was through, his lips off of Kurt’s cock the instant his hips pulled back.
Kurt threw his head back against the headrest of his desk chair, eyes fluttering shut with bliss and sighing. He opened his eyes when he felt his desk chair roll back, Blaine moving him so he could come out from under the desk, and he realized Blaine’s eyes were filled with silent tears. Not ‘oh my god, that was amazingly wonderful sex and I’m overwhelmed with emotion’ insignificant tears, tears of actual hurt. Kurt’s heart sank.
“Blaine,” he said, reaching out for his hand as he walked by, but Blaine snatched it away. “Blaine, I’m sorry -“
“Is that all I’m going to be one day? Some drunken mistake?” Blaine whispered, grabbing a tissue from the box on Kurt’s desk, attempting to clean his face of spit, come, and tears.
“Blaine, no,” Kurt insisted, pulling up his underwear and pants and buckling his belt. “I didn’t tell you about Sebastian because -“
Blaine laughed bitterly, and Kurt’s own eyes welled with unshed tears at how angry he sounded. “You don’t owe me anything, Kurt. I - I have to go.”
“Blaine, wait,” Kurt pleaded, reaching for Blaine’s hand once more.
Blaine was too quick for him again, muttering, “Don’t,” as he ignored Kurt’s attempts for contact and walked out the door.
<< Part two or part four >>
Rating: NC-17
Summary: As one of the founding partners at The Firm of Hummel, Lopez, and Smythe, Kurt is far too busy to worry about a personal life - on top of the stress of trying to make a name for himself as one of the most promising young attorneys in the Midwest, he’s got to keep a handle on his own office politics, which consist of Santana hooking up with their receptionist and Sebastian trying to get into his pants. When they hire a few new paralegals to help with their impending caseload, the last thing Kurt expects is to fall in love with one Blaine Anderson - and especially not on the eve of his thirtieth birthday. Can their secret office romance survive when their coworkers are quite possibly the nosiest group of people in the whole state of Illinois?
See full notes at the master post.
Dinner with Blaine had gone lovely. Kurt had settled on simple: steaks and sweet potatoes and roasted asparagus with a spinach salad and good red wine. Their conversation flowed easily, and neither one of them mentioned work even once; Blaine had even proved handy in the kitchen while they prepared the food. Good conversation really was just like foreplay for Kurt, and between that and the bottle of wine they’d polished off between them, Kurt wanted to drag Blaine to the bedroom the instant dinner was done.
At least, he wanted to until Blaine mentioned his brother was getting into O’Hare at five am, and he should probably head home to get some rest. “I should have mentioned it before,” he said after Kurt carried their dishes to the sink. He sounded sincere, and when Kurt turned away from the sink, Blaine was next to him, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss that only left Kurt wanting more. “He’s only here for forty-eight hours before he heads on to New York, and we haven’t always had the best relationship. I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, the words ghosting over Kurt’s lips before he pulled Blaine in for one more kiss.
Blaine had promised a rain check for a longer date later, and if there had been a teeny tiny niggling at the back of his head about the excuse, all worries were cleared when Blaine asked if he could have a little bit of extra time on Monday for lunch and brought Cooper back to the office to meet everyone afterwards. Cooper was jovial, if a little self absorbed, and Kurt told Blaine to take the rest of the afternoon off to spend with him. The trial date for the Schuester case had finally been set, and even though it was almost two months out, there was lots of work still to be done - still, nothing they couldn’t deal with without Blaine.
Kurt was trying to limit staying after hours in the next few weeks, because he knew the closer they got to the trial date, the later they’d all be working. On Thursday Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn had all been out of the office talking to witnesses, however, and figured they should stay a bit so they wouldn’t be swamped next week (and Kurt and Quinn wouldn’t give up another Friday). They split a veggie pizza at six and Kurt hoped they’d be out of there by eight.
Quinn was picking the red peppers off a slice of pizza her face brightened as if something had occurred to her. “Hey,” she said, turning to face Kurt. “In August, it’ll be the firm’s fourth anniversary.”
“Huh. I guess it will be,” Kurt said before taking a sip of his iced tea. “Did Santana ever give you the whole spiel about how we got started here?” he asked Blaine, who shook his head. “It was a little over a year after we graduated. Sebastian, Santana and I all stayed in touch even though we ended up at different firms. None of us were really happy, though, but we all just figured it was a rite of passage, paying our dues or whatever. That summer, I was on a leave of absence because my dad had died, and I was back in Lima dealing with all that.” Kurt paused to take another bite of his pizza slice when he realized it might have been the first time he’d told this story without fighting back tears. Strange.
“Santana had just quit because she got into a fight with one of the partners at her firm - you could only take pro bono cases if you’d billed enough hours with other cases, and there was this case that really hit close to home with her and they wouldn’t let her take it. So she told them off and walked out and never looked back. Sebastian’s dad was annoyed with him that he hadn’t been made partner at his firm yet - after a year, mind you, and we were all sort of in this place where we knew we weren’t happy where we were and I had a little bit of money left from my dad’s life insurance and selling his business, and Sebastian had backing from his dad, and Santana had surprisingly saved like, half of her first year’s salary, so we just decided to go for it.”
Quinn laughed, taking a sip of her Diet Coke before butting in. “The first year was rough. I was hired first, and half the time I was answering phones, and we were working out of this tiny office on the very fringes of downtown.”
“We all pretty much hated each other since we were on top of each other all the time, but then we hired Tina and Artie and Brittany and then Sugar, all before the year was out, and after the first of the year we were somehow actually billing enough hours to cover all our own bills and payroll and we moved here, what, two years ago?” Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was smiling at their memories.
“That’s all pretty amazing when you think about it,” Blaine pointed out, and Kurt couldn’t hold back his grin. He had so much pride for what they’d accomplished over the past few years, all the lives they’d helped. The fact that they’d proved successful was just icing on the cake.
They finished up dinner and got back to work, because Kurt really hoped they’d get out of there by eight. He wanted nothing more than to sink into his bathtub, maybe with a book or maybe with just his iPod, and relax. Quinn must have felt the same way, because when Kurt looked over at her around seven-thirty, her eyes were beginning to droop. “Sorry,” she apologized quickly when she noticed Kurt had caught her. “I got horrible sleep last night.”
Kurt told her to go home and rest, that he and Blaine could wrap it up from there, and it occurred to him it was the first time since their date on Saturday that he’d been alone with Blaine.
Suddenly, a bath didn’t seem so appealing.
Kurt could see the glass exit doors through the conference room window, Quinn closing them in her wake and waiting for the elevator. “Alone at last,” Blaine said cheerfully, returning his eyes to his legal pad where he’d been making notes from earlier in the day. Blaine had asked Kurt once if the firm had ever considered going digital, keeping notes on tablets and e-readers and computers instead, and Kurt had pointed out how he liked having hard copies of things to fall back on. He’d noticed the tiniest of smirks at the mention of how he liked things hard on Blaine’s face, small enough Blaine probably thought Kurt hadn’t even seen, but he had, and even though it would have been weeks before either of them would act on anything, the moment suddenly came rushing back to Kurt instantly - because he liked all kinds of things hard, indeed.
“Yeah,” Kurt breathed out, trying to concentrate on the article before him once more, ignoring memories of stupid innuendo. He realized after reading the same paragraph three times, he might be done too. He took his glasses off, where they’d sunk down past the bridge of his nose, inching towards the tip, and folded them neatly in his hand. He watched Blaine momentarily, not full on staring, just tilting his head in his direction, watching out of the corner of his eye. Blaine’s glasses had slipped down his nose too as he wrote, and the cardigan he’d chosen for the day was pushed up to his elbows. It was early June, so the weather was disgustingly hot outside, but Sugar kept the office freezing to compensate. Kurt’s eyes trailed along the lines of Blaine’s exposed forearms, the slight ridges his veins and muscles made. Kurt saw Blaine set his pencil down on his pad of paper and he looked up from Blaine’s arms to his face to see Blaine staring back at him.
“Sorry, I …” Kurt started, but his mouth went dry. He was sitting at the head of the conference table, Blaine at his left, and he realized he’d shifted closer in his seat to Blaine’s side of the table.
“Got distracted?” Blaine offered, but he wasn’t witty and cheerful like before, his tone just a touch darker, and he inched his chair closer to Kurt’s.
“Something like that,” Kurt answered, his chair scraping across the hardwood floor beneath them as he attempted to get closer to Blaine, the loud sound echoing through the room. He stopped moving his chair to laugh, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, because he was really being quite ridiculous. He’d been alone with Blaine for only a few minutes, and this is what had happened?
Blaine’s eyelashes fluttered as he chuckled with Kurt. “I guess we do have some unfinished business to take care of from Saturday night,” he said once they’d stopped.
“I -“ Kurt started, trying to articulate that he hadn’t planned being alone with Blaine like this, but the way Blaine was looking at him, who cared? “We should - I think we should leave too,” Kurt said, standing up quickly.
“Why should we have to leave?” Blaine said, getting up too. He pulled Kurt against him, backing up until he was almost flush against the wall. “I don’t think I can wait that long, please.”
Neither could Kurt when Blaine was almost begging for Kurt’s touch. He surged his body into Blaine’s, and Blaine let out a gasp when his back hit the wall with a solid thwack. Kurt almost gasped with him, the adrenaline rush of going from zero to sixty hitting him hard, and he hadn’t even kissed Blaine yet. He quickly remedied that, fusing their lips together. Blaine tangled his hand in Kurt’s rumpled cotton shirt, pulling him closer still, opening his legs slightly for Kurt to slot his between them.
Blaine was half hard against his thigh, which spurred Kurt on even more, pulling Blaine’s navy cardigan off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Underneath was a short sleeved shirt and suspenders, plus Blaine’s signature bow tie, of course, but the suspenders were something that never failed to turn Kurt on. He hadn’t worn them either time they’d been together, but they were a regular office staple, and they drove Kurt crazy. “I love it when you wear these,” he whispered against Blaine’s ear, running a hand in between the suspenders and Blaine’s shirt. He pulled one side taut, hearing Blaine’s breath hitch where his mouth was fixated against Kurt’s neck, and oh, Blaine must like wearing them too. A fingertip caught on Blaine’s nipple as Kurt smoothed his hands down his torso, and Blaine bucked up further against Kurt’s thigh. Kurt pushed back against him, bending his knee slightly upwards to give him the right pressure, and Blaine buried his head into Kurt’s shoulder, whining out his name.
Kurt wasn’t sure if it was because they were still in the office, or because it was the first time he’d been fully cognizant for their activities, or because Blaine was second guessing his every move since their multiple talks, but this time it was Blaine yielding to every one of Kurt’s touches, following his lead, which Kurt was perfectly fine with. He wanted to make Blaine feel just as good as Blaine had made him (not that he hadn’t already, but now he was back to full health at least).
Kurt’s lips had made their way back to Blaine’s and he pulled back slightly to speak. “Tell me what you want, Blaine,” Kurt said softly, Blaine’s lips involuntarily following Kurt’s, seeking contact once more. “Anything. Tell me.”
Blaine’s eyes were wide and his hair was a little mussed from where Kurt had attempted to curl his fingers in it. He was silent, unsure if he should actually share, Kurt supposed, and he was about to prompt him again when Blaine whispered barely loud enough for Kurt to hear him, “Fuck me. Here. On the conference table.” His eyes drifted down between them, almost as if he was glancing at Kurt’s cock hungrily even though they were still fully clothed.
Kurt’s own eyes widened, and he threw his head back and groaned at the thought. Blaine’s hands flew to Kurt’s back, holding him in position so he could run his tongue down the expanse of Kurt’s his neck. “Please,” he whispered, just above Kurt’s Adam’s apple.
“Oh, fuck, you’re serious,” Kurt moaned softly as Blaine continued to kiss down the stretch of skin before him, nosing Kurt’s shirt open where it was unbuttoned. It was perfectly feasible - Kurt kept lube and condoms in his office on the rare occasion he was going out straight from work on a Friday night, and the even rarer occasion he would get laid. “I - yeah. Yes.” He straightened up, kissing Blaine once, firmly. “Clean up our paperwork. I’ll be right back.”
Kurt ran from the conference room, locking the front doors and heading to his office. He unlocked the filing cabinet where he kept his personal files and there, in the back, was exactly what he needed.
Blaine had moved their piles of paperwork to the smaller table in the back and Kurt shut the blinds and locked the conference room door, just in case Santana or Sebastian came back for something (sure, they would hear, but they wouldn’t see). Blaine was leaning against the edge of the table, and he made motions to move when Kurt walked away from the locked door, but Kurt clucked his tongue. “Stay right where you are,” Kurt said, smirking. He walked over and nudged Blaine’s hips until he was actually sitting on the edge of the table, then murmured, “Perfect,” before loosening Blaine’s tie. He wasn’t sure if he meant the way Blaine was sitting, or the man himself.
Kurt’s mouth followed in the wake of his fingers as he undid Blaine’s tie and the buttons on his shirt, placing slow, wet kisses down Blaine’s skin, making Blaine writhe and squirm beneath him. He stopped to slide the suspenders over Blaine’s shoulders once his shirt was fully unbuttoned, letting them fall around his waist before allowing Blaine shrug off his shirt. Blaine yanked at Kurt’s tie, pulling him close enough to undo it as Kurt’s eyes slammed shut with pleasure, Blaine muttering, “You too,” before loosening Kurt’s tie and slipping it over his head. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Blaine asked, Kurt feeling the smile on Blaine’s lips against his skin.
“Maybe,” Kurt breathed out, trying to ignore how the pressure had felt against his throat, because there were more urgent matters at hand. “It was nice and all, but more importantly, you should be naked right now.”
Blaine laughed against his shoulder, placing one last kiss against his skin before backing Kurt up and sliding off the table and unbuttoning his pants. Kurt did the same for his own trousers, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them and shoving them to the side. He watched as Blaine’s pants fell, resting his hands at Blaine’s trim waist before he removed his underwear. “Let me,” he whispered, stretching the waistband and pulling them down Blaine’s thighs, wrapping a hand around his hardened cock and breathing in the scent of Blaine where it was the strongest. Blaine let out a stuttering breath when Kurt sucked the tip of Blaine’s cock into his mouth, and then another when he flattened his tongue for more. Kurt might have gotten a little carried away, because it wasn’t long before Blaine was pulling at Kurt’s hair and whimpering, “Oh my god, Kurt, you have to stop that.”
“So sorry,” Kurt scolded, pinching Blaine’s thigh as he stood and pulled off his own boxer briefs. Blaine yelped at the sting, but Kurt distracted him by kissing him firmly and whispering, “Turn around.”
He skimmed his palms over Blaine’s ass, squeezing slightly and trying not to groan. Kurt leaned over Blaine’s shoulder to whisper in his ear, his cock brushing over the crack of Blaine’s ass, and he did groan at that. “Lean over the table,” Kurt whispered when he’d regained his voice.
Blaine obeyed, resting on his elbows, ass sticking up slightly in the air, and god, was it a sight. “So fucking gorgeous,” Kurt murmured before reaching for the small bottle of lube he’d pulled from his file cabinet.
When they weren’t both so impatient, Kurt would have to take time to adore and worship what was in front of him, but he had wanted this for months - he needed to be inside Blaine as soon as possible. Every noise Blaine made reverberated off the hard wood of the table he was pressed against, echoing in the room surrounding them - each moan or cry of pleasure when Kurt added another finger or changed the angle of them, Blaine finally begging him to get on with things, pleading, “Please, Kurt, please.”
Kurt quickly removed his fingers, Blaine gasping at the emptiness and Kurt gasping at the sight before him. He groped around on the table searching for the condom, unable to take his eyes off of Blaine clenching around nothing, finally finding it and rolling it down his length before grabbing the lube again.
He slid into Blaine in one fluid motion, not stopping until he bottomed out, gripping Blaine’s hips as he gasped beneath him. He remained motionless, his balls pressed tight against Blaine and his cock engulfed in the tight heat of him. Kurt could hear Blaine swearing under his breath, just a constant muttering of fuckfuckfuckfuck, his words getting slightly louder when Kurt started to grind against him, his hips moving in slow circles against Blaine’s ass, and finally, he bit out, “Harder, c’mon,” as he tried to push himself backwards off the table and further back onto Kurt’s cock.
“Bossy,” Kurt mused, but he just gripped Blaine’s hips tighter, pulling out slowly before slamming back into him, Blaine hissing his swear words even louder in response. He smirked at Blaine’s babbles, his fingers pressing into Blaine’s soft skin even harder, dragging Blaine’s body against his on his upward thrusts. Blaine eventually started to lose steam, his words becoming grunts and sighs and moans. Once Kurt settled into a rhythm, Blaine stammered, “I need to - oh my god, Kurt, you’re so fucking amazing -” and he pushed back far enough from the table to wrap his hand around his dick.
Kurt slowed, just slightly, so he wouldn’t knock Blaine off kilter, because god, he was close, the familiar tightening of his stomach and the pressure building beneath. “Come on, Blaine,” Kurt encouraged as he pounded his cock into Blaine once more.
“Tell me - more,” Blaine breathed out, hips working overtime forward through his fist and backwards onto Kurt’s cock. “So - fucking - good.”
“You look so perfect like this,” Kurt murmured, his voice surprisingly calm and soothing for someone whose orgasm was so imminent. “So flawless stretched out on the table underneath me, taking … taking whatever I give you.” He paused to catch his breath, stuttering when he continued. “We have to meet … clients in here tomorrow … god, Blaine … and all I’m going to be able to think about is your impeccable … impeccable ass, and how tight you are around me, and come on and come for me, because I am so, so close -“
Thankfully, that’s all it took, Blaine clenching around Kurt’s cock tight as he came, whispering Kurt’s name, broken and thankful, and Kurt couldn’t hold out anymore. His orgasm hit just as Blaine was coming down, his body limp beneath him on the table, and Kurt let out a wrecked sob as he gripped Blaine’s hips tight once more to hold him in place. He half worried about the fact that he’d probably bruised Blaine’s skin from gripping so tightly, but Blaine was sated and happy under him, so he figured he couldn’t care too much. Kurt collapsed for a moment on top of Blaine, still buried deep within him, his front pressed against Blaine's back, just long enough to catch his breath before pulling out slowly and removing the condom.
Blaine’s underwear was still hanging around his ankles, and Kurt grabbed his own, pulling them on before sinking down on the floor behind the table, back against the wall for support. Blaine smiled and sat down next to him, murmuring, “That was amazing. You’re amazing,” and capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss.
Blaine dropped his head to Kurt’s shoulder, both of them still coming down from their highs and catching their breath, and Kurt leaned his head against the wall behind them, shutting his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced over to the door, thankful that no one had decided to come back for anything they’d forgotten, and he noticed something over the door he never had before - something black and shiny and small.
It finally hit him - Santana had talked about installing cameras in the public areas, just for their own safety, in case something was to go horribly wrong. It surely couldn’t be on - perhaps Santana had put them in, but hadn’t activated them yet, since she hadn’t informed Kurt at least. He blinked and shrugged, figuring they were definitely not working presently. He’d worry about it the following day and he wouldn’t allow himself to ruin his bliss by panicking.
“We should clean up in here before we go,” Kurt murmured into Blaine’s hair, and he jolted slightly, as if he’d fallen asleep. Sure enough, when Blaine picked up his head to look at Kurt, his eyes were half lidded, but he was still grinning. Kurt nosed against Blaine’s cheek to reach his lips and trade lazy kisses with him. “You should still come over,” Kurt offered. “It’s awfully late for you to be taking the L back home.”
Blaine’s expression told him he knew the train had no factor in Kurt’s asking, but he didn’t say anything acknowledging it. “I think that sounds like an excellent plan.”
To Kurt’s delight, Blaine ended up staying the whole night. He had forgotten how much he’d enjoyed just sleeping with someone. Waking up in the middle of the night to Blaine’s legs draped over his, Blaine’s hand resting at his waist tangled in his undershirt, feeling Blaine’s breath against his back. Blaine was a cuddler, and Kurt wasn’t one inherently (especially when he wasn’t sick), but it was comforting. He woke up forty minutes before his alarm, because Blaine was already up placing languid kisses down his spine under his undershirt, and Kurt could certainly get used to waking up to that.
“Sorry, I guess I’m used to getting up earlier than you,” Blaine said softly when Kurt finally stirred.
“Mmm,” he hummed, rolling over to face Blaine, his eyes still wanting to slip shut. “I don’t mind waking up early when it’s to that.”
Kurt slid his eyes closed for just a moment, and he could hear Blaine laugh. “You’re kind of adorable when you first wake up,” he teased, ducking his head back under Kurt’s shirt to lavish the same attention on his front.
“Shh, don’t tell anyone,” Kurt murmured, finding the strength to pull off his undershirt to make things easier on Blaine. “I have a bitchy reputation to uphold.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Blaine said, his fingers sliding under Kurt’s briefs, and he could so get used to waking up like this.
They were in the shower together before Kurt’s actual alarm went off, and they had time to comb Kurt’s closet for something Blaine could wear. Luckily, Blaine wasn’t sitting in on any client meetings, and Fridays were more casual than the rest of the work week. Kurt found him a pair of jeans, which Blaine rolled at the ankle, a basic white shirt, and a distressed pinstripe blazer Kurt hadn’t worn in over a year.
“Keep it,” Kurt told him, brushing off the shoulders. “It looks better on you than it does me.” He could see the slightest twinge of pink in Blaine’s cheeks at the comment, and simply grinned at him, pulling out a plain black bow tie to complete the look.
The pair walked to Intelligentsia together for pastries and coffee, Blaine leaving a few minutes ahead of Kurt. Kurt sat and sipped his coffee, reading his copy of the Tribune on his tablet, and after ten minutes, he figured he’d given Blaine enough of a buffer.
He found Blaine hunched over the reception desk talking to Brittany when he arrived. “Kurt!” Brittany said cheerfully. “I was just telling Blaine you had the exact same blazer!”
He swallowed his sip of coffee quickly as Blaine turned to face him, leaning his elbows on the desk. “And I told her you must have very good taste!” he said with a wink.
“I do have something similar. Nice eye, Brit,” he offered with a smile, making his way down the hall to his office.
Santana called out to him as he passed. “Morning, boo!” He poked his head in her doorway. She sure was chipper.
“Morning. Sorry if I’m not as energetic as you. Some of us had to work late.” Kurt ignored the fact that most of what he’d been doing at the office last night wasn’t working.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Santana said with her patented eye roll. “I’ll be done with Fisher next week, and then I’ll be able to help you guys out more.”
Kurt offered her a grateful smile, and was about to turn and head to his own office when the thought occurred to him. “Oh, by the way, did we ever do anything with the cameras for the conference room?”
She looked puzzled for a moment. “Yeah, I had Lauren put those in a while ago. Did I forget to tell you? I know I told Smythe. It must have been when you were out sick.”
“Oh.” Kurt schooled his face to a neutral expression. He would not panic in front of Santana. He would not panic. “So, Lauren’s in charge of it all?”
Santana nodded, still looking at him oddly. “Yeah. You should have her show you how it works. She showed us. They cover reception and the conference room.”
“Interesting. Good to know,” Kurt said, backing up out of the doorway. “I’ll go have Lauren do it now.”
He took a few deep breaths as he headed down the hall to the office Blaine, Lauren and Rachel shared. “Morning guys,” Kurt said, peeking his head in and hoping he didn’t seem too freaked out. “Lauren, can I see you in my office?”
Rachel offered him a smile, but Blaine looked concerned. He shook his head subtly at Blaine as Lauren got up out of her seat. “Sure thing, Boss.”
Kurt waited until Lauren shut the door, dropping his messenger bag and sitting down behind his desk. She sat in the plush chair in front of his desk, tilting her head slightly and waiting. “So, apparently while I was out sick, you set up some security cameras? Can you … explain to me how those work?” Kurt was impressed with how calm and steady his voice was - his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Lauren squinted at him from behind her glasses before explaining. "Of course. The actual camera system can only hold twelve hours of video and then it erases itself.” Kurt sighed slightly - he and Blaine had left the office just over thirteen hours ago. She frowned slightly before continuing. “At noon and midnight though, the camera system backs up to a server, so we can keep things … well, forever, I guess, the server can hold years of footage. The files aren’t very big.”
That was a worry item.
Kurt took a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly for a moment before asking the dreaded question. “So, theoretically, you could put a backup on a flash drive, yes?” Lauren nodded, still giving him a look like she knew something fishy was going on. “Okay. I need you to put the last backup, the one from midnight, on a flash drive for me, and then make sure it gets deleted from the server. Can I trust you to do that for me?” he asked with as much sternness as he could muster.
Lauren eyed him closely, before speaking very slowly and purposefully. “Sure thing. Anything in particular I need to know about what happened yesterday afternoon and-or night that’s so important to you?”
Kurt swallowed thickly. “Just … something I would prefer not to get into the wrong hands. Alright?”
“Okay,” she replied, still eyeing him curiously but, nodding her head. “I’ll have it for you after lunch. Is that it?”
Kurt nodded back and waved his hands to shoo her from the office. He had a ten o’clock client meeting and a noon lunch scheduled, and he didn’t have time to freak out about everything now.
A few minutes later, Blaine slipped through his office door. “Everything alright?” he asked, looking a touch perturbed.
“You said you trust me, right?” Kurt said quietly and waited for Blaine to answer yes. “I’ll explain everything once it’s fixed, but the Schuesters will be here in thirty minutes and I need to focus. Everything will be okay, alright? Promise,” he said, locking eyes with Blaine, and Blaine looked confused and a little scared, but he nodded his head in agreement anyway.
Kurt was grateful for a busy day - it kept his mind off of what Lauren was doing for him and what would happen if everything blew up in their faces. He’d just re-entered his office from his lunch meeting, slumping into his desk chair, when Lauren knocked on the door.
“Here you go,” she said, tossing him the small plastic stick containing the backup. “I should tell you, I had to watch it as it backed up, and you guys were super hot. You should know there’s audio on there too, but I didn’t listen.”
Thank god for small favors. “I’m going to forget you said that you watched this,” Kurt said, still trying to be authoritative even though he knew his cheeks were flaming. “This is the only copy that exists, yes?”
“Yeah, I permanently deleted the file from the server. Your secret is safe for me. Though, if you were so inclined to throw a little incentive my way, it would be appreciated. I’m working the Miller case with Sebastian and I’d hate to let something slip.” She was smirking at him. Smirking.
“Are you blackmailing me?” Kurt asked, outraged. “I should fire you on the spot.”
“I think you misunderstood, Boss.” She widened her eyes, and Kurt didn’t buy her innocent act for a minute, or that her ‘boss’ business was anything but condescending. “I just do like to gossip, and I’m going to have to try extra hard to not mention anything …”
Kurt blinked at her. She couldn’t be serious. “Alright, you all were supposed to get raises in August when you’ve been here six months. I’ll make sure it goes through next payroll even though it’s only been four. Deal?”
“That is very much appreciated, Boss,” she said, smiling widely at him. She looked as if she was going to say something else, but a knock at the door interrupted her. Blaine opened the door, glancing in.
“Oh, sorry Lauren, I’ll come back,” Blaine started, but she was already making her way for the door.
“No worries, my man, we’re done here,” Lauren said, walking past him. “Also, I have always been an ass woman, and I’ve got to say, congrats on your genes, Anderson.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shot up, which she just laughed at and shut the door behind her as she exited. “What was that about?” Blaine asked, looking almost afraid to learn the answer.
“Security cameras were installed in the conference room and reception area a few weeks ago,” Kurt said, and Blaine sat down, the color draining from his face. “Don’t worry, the only copy is right here. She deleted it from the server.”
Blaine’s eyes shot to Kurt’s hand holding the flash drive. “Are you sure?”
“I mean, I didn’t check personally, but yeah. I trust Lauren to have done what she said.” He'd known about it all for a few hours, and now he felt better since Lauren had brought him the recording, but Blaine had just learned of everything this instant and Kurt knew it had to be a shock.
Blaine stayed silent for a few minutes, finally asking, “Can I get a copy of that?”
Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. Was Blaine trying to blackmail him now too? Could he trust no one in his whole damn office?
Blaine must have realized how his words sounded, because he quickly backtracked. “I mean - not for anything important, just - ah - personal use.”
Kurt flushed again, the thought of Blaine watching the recording of them having sex and jerking off pulling something tight within him. “Yeah, of course,” Kurt said, offering him a small smile. “What are you doing tonight? I don’t have any plans, so if you wanted to come over and check things out together …”
Blaine’s face lit up. “I’d like that. I'd like that very much." Kurt's smile turned into a full on grin. For everything that could have gone wrong, he felt extremely lucky.
The next month flew by, Kurt spending more time with Blaine than he would have admitted to everyone, even if people had known they were dating. He went home to Lima one of the last weekends in June, and it almost scared him how much he missed Blaine. It had been a long time since he'd fallen for someone so hard, so fast, and the thought sometimes terrified him.
July 4th was on a Thursday, and he, Santana, and Sebastian decided to close down shop for a four day weekend, and Blaine didn't leave Kurt's apartment until Sunday night. They spent Thursday night watching fireworks from Kurt's terrace, his building perfectly positioned to see them in almost every direction. Friday and Saturday had been spent with Kurt showing Blaine some of his favorite Chicago attractions, being complete tourists even though places were packed due to the holiday weekend. They fell into bed each night dead on their feet, but somehow finding enough energy for a little more exploring - each other, this time. The following weekend, the whole firm spent their Saturday together at a Cubs game with a pack of suite tickets dropped off by a client, Finn driving out for the weekend to use one of the extra tickets. It occurred to Kurt that day, when he saw Blaine and Finn eating nachos and drinking beer at one of the suite's tables, Blaine winking at him when Finn wasn't looking - he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy.
Kurt couldn’t remember another time in his life where he felt utterly satisfied in all areas of his life - personally, professionally, sexually (and if he was being completely honest, Blaine far exceeded all expectations each time they were together). Kurt wasn’t one to fall fast and hard like this usually, and when he sat down to really think about it - well, it scared him, to say the least. He knew this was out of left field for him, and he knew he shouldn’t let his feelings run away with themselves.
Kurt also knew their honeymoon phase couldn’t last forever. He just hadn’t expected Sebastian to be the cause of its demise.
There were two weeks to go until jury selection for the Schuester trial began, and everyone in the office was working tirelessly in preparation. They’d all been working late, and Blaine and Kurt usually were leaving the office so behind schedule, they both went straight to Kurt’s. That Friday, Blaine snuck into Kurt’s office around noon with a mischievous look on his face.
“Everyone’s gone except Brittany,” Blaine explained with an eyebrow waggle. “They all decided to go out for lunch. I think we should stay in.”
That was how Kurt’s phone got switched to Do Not Disturb and Blaine ended up blowing him under the desk. Blaine had confided to Kurt how much he wanted to do this weeks ago, but after their security camera scare, they were a little gun shy about doing anything in the office. It seemed like the perfect scenario, until there was a knock on the door only a few minutes in.
“Hey! You in there?” Sebastian. Of course.
Kurt untangled his fingers from Blaine’s hair and Blaine’s mouth on Kurt’s cock slowed, but he didn’t remove it - and Kurt wasn’t complaining. “What?” Kurt barked at the door, hoping his tone would ensure that the visit was brief.
“My my, we’re in a feisty mood today,” Sebastian drawled, coming in to sit across from Kurt’s desk, Blaine sucking lightly at the tip of Kurt’s cock all the while. He needed to get Sebastian out. Fast.
“Make it quick, Sebastian, I’m buried in work and would like to be able to eat lunch today.” Kurt scowled at him and at least his desk was in enough disarray for his statement to be believable. At Kurt’s comment, Blaine slipped his lips even further down Kurt’s length, and Kurt was pretty sure Blaine was enjoying this more than he was.
“Fine, geeze, I always forget what you’re like right before a trial. I much prefer post-trial euphoric Kurt to your pre-trial insanity.” Kurt rolled his eyes before continuing to glare, and Sebastian barked out a laugh. “God, you are such a brat sometimes! I’ll make it quick. I just wanted to talk to you about Blaine.”
Blaine had taken Kurt’s cock in deeper just before the mention of his name, and at Sebastian’s statement, he let out a small cough which Kurt luckily caught in time to mask with his own. “Blaine? What about? He helped you on that Bethany stuff, right? And everything was fine?”
“Of course everything was fine,” Sebastian said, looking suspiciously at Kurt before dropping the act. “That kid’s a fucking genius, no wonder you’ve been hogging him all to yourself.” Kurt could feel Blaine smiling at Sebastian’s words, because Kurt had certainly been hogging him in more ways than one. “He’s been working here for months and it was the first time alone I’d really spent with him.”
“Well, I’m glad you found his help useful, Sebastian,” Kurt said, thankful that his voice was continuing to stay even, because Blaine was taking him deeper and deeper, and his mouth was just so perfect and hot, his lips tight around Kurt’s cock, and it was becoming harder to concentrate on what Sebastian was saying.
“Do you know if he’s single?” Sebastian mused, and Kurt tried not to sputter. “He’s kind of sex on a stick, and if he is single, I need to take advantage of that.”
Blaine’s fingers were now digging into Kurt’s thighs, as if trying to remind Kurt how he was very much his, but Kurt panicked, just a tad, and had no idea what to say. “I - I’m not sure,” he stammered, because what in the hell would Blaine have wanted him to say? “But either way, I’ve spent enough time with him to know that you’re really not his type.”
“Oh, what, like you’re not my type? Because we’ve traded, what, like half a dozen blowjobs over the past year, at least? I could totally settle for that with Blaine, since I’m not his type either.” Sebastian smirked at him, and Kurt was fairly certain he had a deer in the headlights look going on.
Even worse - Blaine had frozen.
Kurt hadn’t told him about Sebastian. To be fair, neither of them had talked about either of their past relationships much. Kurt knew Blaine’s last serious relationship ended a year before he came to Chicago and was part of the reason he decided he needed a change of scenery. Blaine knew Kurt’s last serious relationship ended just after law school, but that was it.
Kurt really wished he’d explained more before this moment.
“Those were all drunken mistakes, Sebastian,” he found it in himself to retort. “Ones that will not be happening again.”
“I’m pretty sure you could argue the first time was a mistake, but your case is pretty weak for the others.” Blaine seemed to have recovered from Sebastian’s words, swallowing Kurt’s cock down once more, harder and faster than before. “We’ll see if you’re saying that in a month once we’ve won the Schuester case.”
“You’re going to be sorely disappointed.” Kurt’s cock actually hit the back of Blaine’s throat at that point, and he had to use every ounce of willpower he had not to cry out. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have way too much shit to do to waste time arguing with you.”
Sebastian held up his hands, still smiling smugly. “By all means, don’t let me keep you.” He stood up, making his way to the door. “In fact, I think I’m going to avoid you as much as possible for the next two weeks, since you’re being a complete ass.”
“Oh, boo hoo, I’m so crushed. Leave Blaine alone!” Kurt hollered as Sebastian slammed the door behind him. “Blaine,” he whispered, harsh and low, once he could no longer hear the clacking of Sebastian’s shoes on the wooden hallway floor.
Blaine just grunted, sucking Kurt’s cock with renewed vigor. Kurt had been so fucking close before Sebastian came in and unfortunately, Sebastian’s general unpleasantness hadn’t been enough to kill his impending orgasm. He came embarrassingly fast, fingers tangling in Blaine’s gelled curls once more, Blaine swallowing around Kurt until he was through, his lips off of Kurt’s cock the instant his hips pulled back.
Kurt threw his head back against the headrest of his desk chair, eyes fluttering shut with bliss and sighing. He opened his eyes when he felt his desk chair roll back, Blaine moving him so he could come out from under the desk, and he realized Blaine’s eyes were filled with silent tears. Not ‘oh my god, that was amazingly wonderful sex and I’m overwhelmed with emotion’ insignificant tears, tears of actual hurt. Kurt’s heart sank.
“Blaine,” he said, reaching out for his hand as he walked by, but Blaine snatched it away. “Blaine, I’m sorry -“
“Is that all I’m going to be one day? Some drunken mistake?” Blaine whispered, grabbing a tissue from the box on Kurt’s desk, attempting to clean his face of spit, come, and tears.
“Blaine, no,” Kurt insisted, pulling up his underwear and pants and buckling his belt. “I didn’t tell you about Sebastian because -“
Blaine laughed bitterly, and Kurt’s own eyes welled with unshed tears at how angry he sounded. “You don’t owe me anything, Kurt. I - I have to go.”
“Blaine, wait,” Kurt pleaded, reaching for Blaine’s hand once more.
Blaine was too quick for him again, muttering, “Don’t,” as he ignored Kurt’s attempts for contact and walked out the door.
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