Fic: The More You Give {Part 4}
Title: The More You Give
Rating: NC-17
Warnings Age!kink, but both parties are over the age of 18. Sexual content (this part: handjobs, blowjobs)
Summary: When Blaine Anderson gets a fresh start at McKinley High in 1997 thanks to his best friend Rachel Berry, her parents, Emma Pillsbury, and the group of misfits that would become the New Directions, the last thing he expects to gain from playing it straight and dating Quinn Fabray is a daughter at the age of sixteen. Fast forward to present day, where Blaine is raising Sugar as a single dad in the same sleepy town of Lima he grew up in. When Sugar is recruited at the beginning of her sophomore year by Will Schuester to join New Directions and falls deeply in love at first sight with one of the co-captains, Blaine isn’t sure what to think, especially since Kurt Hummel is quite out of her league, being three and a half years older and, well, gay.
Little did he realize how much Kurt would end up turning Blaine’s own life upside down in the year ahead - a story of Blaine’s struggles to find his true self as his daughter grows up herself and his personal journey to realize age is just a number.
Kurt Hummel wasn’t stupid. He was fully aware most people spent their teenage years frustrated. He was intellectually frustrated by both the teacher and student populations at McKinley High on a daily basis. He was socially frustrated with the jocks that assumed he was beneath them; who taunted him and called him names and shoved him into lockers. He was geographically frustrated with the confines of Ohio, with what little the Midwest had to offer, dreaming of bigger and better things for himself.
Sexually frustrated, though. That was new.
He’d had crushes before, sure. The random celebrity or movie star, even Sam when he’d transferred schools - that had worked out well. He was now dating Kurt’s best friend, after all. So, Kurt wasn’t a stranger to keeping a handle on how he felt about someone. It didn’t matter that he was over at the Anderson’s with Sugar a few times a week - Blaine almost always there; a charismatic smile on his face that Kurt knew he probably gave to everyone. Blaine always seemed genuinely interested in whatever Kurt had to say, and it made his insides flutter and twist uncontrollably. But it didn’t matter - he was Sugar’s dad. He was just being polite. Kurt knew that.
From the moment Kurt first laid eyes on Blaine the day he went over to help Sugar with her song selection, he'd been instantly attracted to him. How could he not? The man was boyishly charming, yet in an older sense - and speaking of older, Kurt had always sort of had a thing for older men. Last year, he couldn't deny his crush on the new Spanish teacher, Mr. Martinez. There was just something that pulled him in - someone more experienced, more mature, had a decent grasp on basic hygiene skills, which he knew from experience in the locker rooms most of his peers were lacking. So, really, it came as no surprise to him when he developed a crush on Blaine, especially when he kept insisting on being nice to him every time Kurt was in his presence. Then, it became more than nice, Blaine actually went out of his way to make sure Kurt had someone to talk to, someone to share his experiences with. Nice didn't even begin to cover it. Older guy who didn't have a single personality defect? Kurt was in trouble. Big trouble.
Everything changed after their awkward conversation in November. Everything Kurt had told Blaine had been true. He’d had a mortifyingly awful sex talk with his father, shoved the pamphlets he’d been given in a desk drawer, and hadn’t looked at them since. It’s not like he was going to run into any situation in Lima, Ohio where he was going to get the chance to use them anyway, right? But, since Blaine had asked … well, Kurt would do anything Blaine asked.
Kurt wasn’t totally ignorant, he knew the basics. He’d tried watching porn after all, getting too caught up in the aesthetics of it and turning it off almost instantly. He’d imagined things too, vague scenarios to jerk himself off to, but nothing specific or detailed. The problem with research was now he was armed with far, far too many details.
It wasn’t long before he was thinking of Blaine every night while his dick strained in his pajamas, imagining all the things they could do together. Before, he just longed for Blaine to kiss him, now he wanted so, so much more. (It certainly hadn't helped matters that Kurt had been almost positive Blaine had wanted to kiss him that night. The way Blaine had been looking at him, staring at his lips with so much intensity Kurt momentarily forgot how to breathe, and then the way he bolted from his seat ...)
Kurt actually took Blaine up on his suggestion and started going to Mrs. Schuester for advice, chickening out at the last minute and bringing up Karofsky instead. Blaine came up eventually in their sessions, and she never did offer any real help, so Kurt just tried to distance himself for a while, making sure he was never alone with Blaine while he was over at the Anderson's house.
Until the night of Sugar’s birthday party, at least, when he just snapped. Everything had been building from the night before, and Blaine looked so stupidly gorgeous in his suit, and Kurt just couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d said what he’d said, or what purpose he’d hoped to serve with it, but he’d been mortified after the fact, rushing out without even saying goodnight to Sugar.
It had all worked out in the end, though. Kurt would have never in a million years imagined that Blaine actually liked him too. The night he’d left Blaine’s, after they’d talked for hours on the phone about everything and nothing it seemed, he’d tried to sleep fruitlessly, waking up every few hours, expecting it all to be some elaborate dream. Things like this didn’t happen to him. Kurt Hummel wasn’t used to getting what he wanted. Not now, not in Lima, Ohio.
They’d been on quite a few more dates since Blaine and Sugar returned from New York and Kurt was being swept off his feet more and more with each one. They weren’t earth-shattering dates - Blaine cooked dinner a few times, and they’d gone out to little hole in the wall restaurants that wouldn’t have been frequented by Kurt’s classmates, but just the fact that Kurt was dating and the fact that he was dating Blaine, of all people - that was the important part. It helped that Blaine himself was the most charming human being on the planet, causing Kurt to become more smitten with him each time they went out as well. Kurt loved hearing about his stories from the Lima Bean or his adventures with Rachel or Cooper from back in the day. Everything was easy. He was just Kurt and Blaine was just Blaine. It was like they were simply normal people.
On weekend nights, when Sugar was usually out with Rory, pushing her new midnight curfew until the last possible second, they would end up on the living room couch once more, their kisses having gotten progressively more intense from the first night they shared there. Most recently, they would wind up flat on their sides with their legs tangled together, Blaine working hard to keep his hips away from making contact with any part of Kurt, apologizing when he didn’t succeed.
On one such night, Sugar was over at Tina’s for a slumber party. Kurt had successfully convinced Blaine he had no desire to attend (he’d never been in the habit of attending all of the girls’ slumber parties to begin with). Blaine was trailing his mouth over Kurt’s neck as they lay on the couch side by side, up to the spot behind his right ear that drove him crazy (and he wanted to find the spots on Blaine like that - he hadn’t succeeded thus far, but it hadn’t been for lack of trying; they all must have been hiding under those pesky clothes of his). Blaine shifted his body to give lavish attention to the spot and Kurt could feel him, hard against his own thigh, and once again, he just snapped.
“So sorry,” Blaine said, pulling his hips back, and his tone was light and airy, like he wasn’t even bothered by anything, and it drove Kurt insane. They’d been kissing for so long that Kurt was so turned on he could barely think straight.
“Blaine,” he bit out, and Blaine just hummed against his neck in response. He sucked in a quick breath and screwed his eyes shut before he could change his mind, because he wanted this so bad, he really did, and they were getting nowhere fast if he kept waiting for Blaine to make a move. “Can I - can I touch you?” He could feel Blaine’s lips leave his neck, and he added a shaky, “Please?” before opening his eyes to find Blaine staring back at him.
“Kurt,” Blaine breathed, his tone doing a complete one-eighty from earlier. If Kurt thought he was turned on before, he had no idea, because the tone of Blaine’s voice cut right through him, Blaine’s eyes were roving over his body - he’d never felt wanted before. And now, he felt completely and utterly wanted by Blaine, just from one simple answer to one single question.
“P-please,” Kurt repeated again, and he knew he was blushing furiously, but he really didn’t care.
“Of course,” Blaine replied quickly, capturing Kurt’s mouth in a kiss, opening his own just slightly as he did as if to say Kurt could have anything of Blaine’s he desired, he never had to ask (Blaine had whispered that to him a few weeks back on the exact same couch, not intending it to be sexual at all, but now, the words came rushing back to him, and Kurt craved so, so much).
Blaine pushed backwards against the rear of the couch, attempting to give Kurt room to move, and Kurt tried not to panic at the fact that he had no idea what he was doing. Blaine had already taken off his sweater before they sat down on the couch, so with an unsteady breath, Kurt untucked Blaine’s shirt a bit from the front of his pants and Blaine’s own hands came down to help him with the belt buckle. “I obviously didn’t plan accordingly,” Blaine teased, his voice still low with a hint of lightness, and Kurt laughed, thankful for the joke to lighten the mood.
Kurt pulled Blaine’s belt from the loops and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor, and with the unforgiving metal out of the way, Kurt couldn’t wait any longer. He reached out to run his hand over the outline of Blaine’s cock through his trousers and Blaine gasped at the contact so harshly, Kurt almost pulled his hand away. He ran his hand back up to undo the trousers, because he might have been unsure what to do, but he knew he wanted his hand on Blaine’s cock as soon as possible. He found tight black briefs underneath, and it sent a little thrill down his spine that he now knew what kind of underwear his boyfriend wore (and how silly was that?).
Kurt tugged down the briefs, Blaine lifting his hips to aid in the process. Kurt watched as his cock sprung free, and once it did, Kurt froze. Blaine’s cock was darker than his (obviously, since he had a darker skin tone), and … maybe thicker? Definitely thicker. It was spectacular, which was not a word Kurt ever thought he would use to describe another person’s dick, but he supposed he had never seen one in the flesh before aside from his own.
“Kurt,” Blaine said again, this time sounding just the tiniest bit worried, and maybe Kurt had taken the staring thing a bit too far.
“Sorry,” Kurt said bashfully, kissing him quickly in apology. “I’m - I’m not freaking out.”
“If you say so,” Blaine murmured against his lips. He didn’t quite sound like he believed him, so Kurt just went for it, wrapping his hand around him then, loosely at first, causing Blaine to gasp just as harshly as he had before. Blaine’s cock was hot and heavy in his hand and Kurt wasn’t freaking out, but he still couldn’t believe this was happening.
That was the comforting thing about being with another guy, at least in theory, Kurt had told himself before tonight - Kurt had a dick of his own, and had jerked himself off before. In practice, it didn’t quite work out that way, because even trying to replicate what he liked best, everything was backwards and awkward and dry. Still, Kurt wouldn’t have guessed it from the noises Blaine was making. He was gasping and moaning and breathing out Kurt’s name in tones that made his own cock twitch in the tight confines of his jeans.
“Blaine,” Kurt whispered right against his ear, and Blaine bucked forward, pushing his cock through Kurt’s fist when he did, after he’d been trying so hard to force his hips to stay still. It looked like Kurt finally found a spot that drove Blaine crazy. “I - I want to make you come, show me what I can do to make that happen?”
“Is - is there any lotion? Under the coffee table?” Blaine stuttered out and Kurt ducked quickly to look. There was a small tube of hand cream that he was pretty sure was Sugar’s, but no need to bring that up. After applying some to his hand, he repositioned himself on the couch. “Tighter,” Blaine grumbled when Kurt returned a hand to his dick, and Blaine wrapped one of his own hands around Kurt’s, which was so hot - why was that so hot? Kurt gripped harder around Blaine’s cock, and Blaine’s hand set the pace. Blaine finally let go once they hit a steady rhythm, tilting his head towards Kurt and pleading, “Kiss me?”
Kurt’s mouth found his, even though the closer Blaine got to the edge, the more sporadic the kisses became, less kissing and more panting against Kurt’s mouth. “Kurt - I -“ Blaine stammered, and Kurt gripped tighter and faster and looked up just before Blaine came. Luckily Kurt didn’t miss the way his eyelids fluttered shut and his mouth dropped open and his head flew back and his neck muscles arched and drew taut, because Kurt would have never forgiven himself if he’d missed a single second of it. God, his boyfriend was gorgeous all the time, but he was extremely gorgeous when he came, and Kurt was the cause of that. He was only mildly aware of Blaine’s cock pulsing and spilling over his hand, too wrapped up in his boyfriend’s beautiful face to notice.
“You can wipe your hand on my shirt,” Blaine whispered moments later, tugging Kurt closer to him after Kurt dabbed his hand on Blaine’s shirt as gingerly as possible. “That was amazing,” he added before kissing him, long and slow and reassuring. “Are you going to let me return the favor?” he asked afterward, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head just a tad.
“Um, sure,” Kurt replied, his own eyelids fluttering as he felt his cheeks flush, trying to ignore the fact that he’d been hard for what seemed like hours (though, his dick wasn’t letting him forget it for a second). “Can we - can we maybe move somewhere else? I almost fell off the couch a few times back there.”
“Kurt Hummel, is my couch not good enough for you anymore?” Blaine said, mock-offended. Blaine’s expression turned warm and he patted Kurt on the arm before sitting up. “Come on, I think it’s high time I show you my bedroom.”
Kurt followed Blaine up the stairs to his bedroom, unsure as to what he’d find. Blaine’s room was basic and lived in; it probably hadn’t been redecorated since he’d moved in over a decade before, but it was cozy and welcoming. Sort of like Blaine.
Kurt spotted the bathroom door ajar on the far wall and as much as he wanted to fall onto Blaine’s bed and continue what they were doing, Blaine’s shirt hadn’t been very useful in cleaning off his hand. “Hey, do you mind if I use your sink quickly?” Kurt asked, and Blaine shook his head.
Blaine’s bedroom might have been basic but his bathroom was spacious, with twin sinks, a roman tub and a separate expansive shower stall. Blaine followed in behind Kurt, using the other sink, stating, “My shirt’s machine washable, but pretreating never hurt anything.”
Kurt made a soft affirming noise as he washed his hands (he was the son of a mechanic after all), figuring Blaine was just dabbing at his shirt with a washcloth or something, but when he turned to face him, he realized that Blaine had pulled it off over his head to wet it in the sink … and was subsequently shirtless.
Kurt knew Blaine went to the gym most mornings to box or run, and he’d allowed his hands to wander under Blaine’s shirt a few times before and knew his boyfriend was fit, but nothing that quite would have prepared him for the defined muscles at his trim waist or the broadness of his shoulders or the way his arms bulged - how had those things been hidden underneath his clothes? His mouth went dry and he couldn’t help but stare. Instead of searching for a towel to dry his hands like he knew he should be doing, all he could do was rest his dripping hands at the edge of the sink and allow his eyes to roam over the hard lines of Blaine’s torso. He didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, and he suddenly cursed himself for not wearing more forgiving jeans.
Blaine turned then, catching him gawking, and his eyes widened in response. Blaine dropped the shirt in the sink, looking slightly panicked, and said, “I - I wasn’t thinking. Let me go grab an undershirt, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t do that,” Kurt replied quickly, his voice keening embarrassingly high, and Blaine’s face softened, the corners of his mouth curling up in a fond smile. He grabbed the hand towel from the rack, drying his own hands before walking over and handing it to Kurt. Kurt ducked his head then, busying himself with the towel, because out of everything, it was Blaine’s expression that was overwhelming - full of tenderness and affection.
Blaine placed a single finger under his chin, tilting his head back up to place a single kiss on his lips. “Hey,” he whispered, and Kurt let his eyes slip closed as Blaine pressed their foreheads together. “You should lose your shirt too. I’m dying to see how stunning you are underneath it.” Kurt nodded just enough for Blaine to feel against him, because fair was fair.
Kurt’s jacket was already draped over the back of the couch downstairs with Blaine’s sweater, so he only had a few layers to shed before crawling into bed with Blaine. “Stunning, just like I thought,” Blaine commented reverently, running a hand over Kurt’s collarbone as he made his way to the pillows next to him. “You probably need to come as soon as possible, don’t you?”
Kurt’s brow furrowed as he let Blaine pull him close. “I - I was pretty bad when we were downstairs but the walking cooled things down a little, why?”
Blaine placed a kiss to Kurt’s collarbone, just where his hand had been, and Kurt shivered. “So much new skin to kiss. So many beautiful places on your body.” Another kiss on Kurt’s Adam’s apple, and Blaine was going to drive him absolutely insane before he came. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Blaine seemed to think it was funny at least, chuckling lightly against Kurt’s skin. At an inquiring hum from Kurt, he said, “I’m beginning to think you’re not really a teenager, I would have come in my pants an hour ago when I was your age.”
“I’m trying really hard not to make a complete fool out of myself,” Kurt replied with a laugh of his own, and he felt Blaine sigh against his chest.
“Oh, Kurt, I don’t want you to worry about that, okay?” He came up to kiss Kurt again, just like he had before they left the couch, reassuring and lingering. “You should never worry about that with me.”
Blaine shifted then, and his knee pressed right up against Kurt’s cock. It occurred to him he might have been okay up until that point, because his cock had been pretty much ignored. His hips pressed him further up into Blaine’s thigh for more friction and tears sprung at the corners of his eyes at the sudden pressure and he all out whined, “Blaine, Blaine, please.”
“Yeah, let me take care of that for you.” Blaine’s voice was low and gravely, and he reached over the side of the bed to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube before coming back to unbutton Kurt’s jeans. Kurt actually hissed with relief when they were out of the way and his cock was finally out of his boxer briefs.
When Blaine finally wrapped his hand around Kurt’s cock, it was amazing. His hand was squarer and his grasp was different than Kurt’s (tighter, firmer, still wonderful) and the lube was perfectly slick and wet around him (even with the benefits of anonymous online shopping, Kurt always made do with one of the many lotions he already had on hand instead). Blaine didn’t just move his hand back and forth, he did a wonderful twisting thing just under the head, and if Blaine had been singing his praises before about stamina, there was no way he would be afforded that luxury now.
Kurt’s hips jutted forward involuntarily, even though he was trying to keep them still - the warm, wet pull of Blaine’s fist making that almost impossible - and he apologized when he pushed his cock through Blaine’s tight fist again. “I - I’m sorry Blaine, it just feels so good,” Kurt whined, toes curling in the mattress as he threw his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.
“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay. Do you - you can keep doing that if you want, fuck my hand, that would be so hot, Kurt, so hot.” Kurt opened his eyes to glance at Blaine, and his eyes were giant saucers, looking even more turned on than when Kurt asked if he could touch his dick, so Kurt stopped holding back, letting his hips thrust his cock through the circle of Blaine’s fist over and over again while Blaine whispered in his ear about how wonderful and incredible and sexy he was. His orgasm had been building for so long, it hit with almost no warning, and Kurt didn’t know it was possible to come that hard or that much.
Kurt looked up at Blaine a few minutes later, when everything was still a little fuzzy white around the edges, and Blaine was grinning wildly down at him. “What?” he asked, grinning a little himself before shutting his eyes again. Orgasms made him sleepy and happy.
“I’m just a lucky man, that’s all. Because you have no idea how amazing you are. No idea,” he repeated, punctuating his words by peppering Kurt’s ribs with kisses. Kurt was sensitive enough post-orgasm to tickle, so he burst out laughing, rolling to get away from Blaine’s attack.
“You’re insane,” he replied, still laughing, and Blaine just climbed over him, still grinning, to grab a bottle of water and a washcloth from the still-open nightstand drawer. “Also, you do not keep water and washcloths in your nightstand. You are not that lazy,” Kurt added, noticing the neatly folded stack of washcloths in the corner.
“Hey, orgasms are tiring, and there’s been a lot of masturbation around these parts the past few months, okay?” Blaine replied, uncapping the bottle to pour some on the washcloth and clean both of them up. Kurt rolled his eyes, but he was so exhausted, he could see the appeal. The washcloth was soft against his skin, probably from multiple washings, and there was some snark in there, but Kurt just didn’t have it in him.
Blaine collapsed next to Kurt, tossing the washcloth towards the hamper and missing. “You’re hard again,” Kurt noted instead of teasing him for it as Blaine snuggled up against his side.
“Of course I am,” Blaine scoffed, tugging him even closer and wrapping his arms around his waist. “You’re gorgeous and half naked in my bed, what do you expect?” Kurt watched as Blaine lifted his head just enough to glance at the bedside clock before returning it to his chest. “It’s only ten. At least we have your curfew tonight with the extra hour. Plenty of time, but it’s a shame you can’t stay.”
Kurt stayed silent for a moment trying to think of what to say. Technically, he could get away with it, and who knew when that would happen again - if ever? “Actually …” he started slowly, and that got Blaine’s attention, lifting his head until he was resting his chin on Kurt’s chest. “My dad thinks I’m spending the night at Tina’s. Sugar said something in front of him earlier in the week, and I know neither of us like the fact that I’m lying to him anyway, and I couldn’t figure out what else to tell him since she mentioned that everyone was going to be there.”
“So you were just … going to leave here and go home and not say anything?” Blaine replied and he looked almost hurt, and Kurt felt awful. “What would you have told your dad about coming home early?”
“I’ve done it before when I can’t sleep. It wouldn’t have been a problem. Blaine,” he said with a sigh, reaching to brush a wayward curl out of his face. “I didn’t want you to think I had to stay, you know? That you had to ask me … just so I wouldn’t get in trouble for lying or something.” Kurt sighed again, and as much as he enjoyed the privacy they benefitted from with no one knowing about their relationship, it was starting to take a toll after all these weeks.
“Kurt,” Blaine replied, sighing himself around his name. “I want you to stay because I want you to stay. If you want to stay, that is. Did you bring an overnight bag?”
“Of course, if I’m going to lie, I’m nothing if not committed,” Kurt huffed. “You sure?”
“I thought I was the worrier in this relationship,” Blaine teased, and he had a point.
Kurt had always been a light sleeper, ever since his mother died, and he always figured that once he finally entered a relationship, that wouldn’t change. Especially a relationship with someone who took it upon themselves to cuddle until as much skin as possible was touching - Kurt literally felt engulfed by Blaine (and he never would have thought he’d secretly love it).
For the first night in months, he didn’t wake up once.
***
Since Kurt was supposedly single, and almost everyone else in New Directions was paired up, as co-captain, he tried to make the extra effort to keep them focused for Regionals. He might have gone a bit overboard when he insisted Sugar and Mercedes go with him to the music store on the day of Sugar’s couples-only Valentine’s Day party to look for song ideas.
He hadn’t expected to meet Chandler while they were there. Chandler was adorably over the top and flirty and Sugar and Mercedes were dying for Kurt to ask him to the party that night, if only so he could also attend. Kurt wished he’d just gone to the store with Mercedes alone, so he could tell her about Blaine and why there was no way on earth he could do that, but he couldn’t tell Sugar himself. He couldn’t do that to Blaine. So, he’d been polite as possible and taken Chandler’s number and gone back to the Anderson's to help Sugar and Mercedes get ready for the party.
Kurt hadn’t expected Sugar to burst the information out the second they walked through the door.
“Daddy!” Sugar exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen where Blaine was eating a bowl of cereal and sipping a cup of coffee even though it was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Kurt was going to cook dinner for both of them as soon as the girls left. “We found the most adorable gay boy to set Kurt up with and he’s not having any of it! Help us change his mind!”
“Oh, really?” Blaine replied, a smirk forming on his face the second Kurt walked through the kitchen door and Kurt hated him. He hated him so much. Blaine was going to tease him horribly for this later, he just knew it. “Tell me all about it, sweetheart!” he said cheerfully, and the charm was just dripping in his voice.
“His name is Chandler and he’s tiny and has glasses and is excited about everything like me! He’s moving to New York in the fall and he and Kurt would be so adorable together and I don’t know why Kurt is being so stubborn about this,” she finished with, pouting as Kurt sat down next to Mercedes at the table.
“You could at least invite him to the party, Kurt,” Mercedes pointed out. “There’s no harm in that.”
“You all are awful!” Kurt replied, giving them both the best bitch face he could muster. “I have told you time and time again, I have tonight blocked off to practice my NYADA audition, because I knew all of you would be at the party and the auditorium would be completely empty. My future is far more important than one night of fun!” In reality, Kurt wouldn’t be leaving the Anderson house until close to midnight, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“You should always let yourself have a little fun, Kurt,” Blaine said, with the most shit-eating grin, and he was going to pay for that later, he was indeed.
“See?” Sugar replied, pointing to where her father was standing against the counter near the sink. “He’s old, he knows what he’s talking about!” She huffed loudly before getting up. “I’m going to take a shower. We have to leave by five.” She stomped off, annoyed with not getting her way.
“You know, if you really don’t want to invite Chandler, I’m sure Sugar would let you come anyway,” Mercedes said, reaching out to cover Kurt’s hand on the table with hers.
“That’s sweet, Mercedes, but I think I really will pass.” He offered her a small smile, and hoped she wouldn’t push. He’d tell her the truth soon enough regardless - it was just between her time with Sam, and his time with Blaine, they hadn’t had much time alone since Christmas.
“Okay, boo.” She smiled back at him, getting up from the table. “I’m going to start my makeup so we’re not late. Sugar seems like she’ll be on the warpath until we’re there. You know, if you ask me, you should just skip the party and the practice but call up Chandler anyway. He seemed eager to please, if you know what I mean.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he could not believe she just said that.
“Mercedes Jones!” Kurt exclaimed, hitting her on the arm as she cackled.
“Just a suggestion!” she said, raising her arms in defeat. As she headed out into the living room, she pointed at Blaine, as if she forgot he was still there. “You didn’t hear that.” He lifted the hand not wrapped around his cereal bowl as if he was pleading the fifth.
Once they no longer heard Mercedes’ footsteps on the stairs, both Kurt and Blaine turned to each other. “Don’t say a word,” Kurt said accusatorially.
“I didn’t,” Blaine replied, but he was still grinning the same exact grin. “Speaking of having fun,” he added, dropping his voice and walking over to the table to sit across from Kurt. “Sugar and Rory are coming here after the party. I told her he could stay until one as long as they stayed on the couch, so I have to do the whole hovering parent thing. It’s the first time he’s been here. That cuts our night a little short.”
“It’s fine,” Kurt assured him, grinning a little himself. “You’re not going to get distracted on me, are you? Since you have to terrify Rory a bit after I leave about keeping his hands to himself?”
Blaine’s eyes widened and he looked a little terrified. “Do you - do you think I need to spell that out? I just thought I’d come back and forth to the kitchen a lot.”
Kurt laughed before getting up to get a cup of coffee himself. That probably would work with Rory. “Sounds like a plan.” He grabbed a mug from the cupboard and by the time he sat back down at the table, Blaine wasn’t looking any less terrified. “Hey,” Kurt said, quietly. “If you want to reschedule, that’s fine. I understand.”
“No!” Blaine said quickly. “I mean, unless you want to go to the party. It seems like it’ll be good, it’s costing me enough.”
“You’re much better than some party. Or some silly boy from the music store,” he added as an afterthought. “I just didn’t know if you needed time for a sufficient parenting freak-out.”
“I’ll manage,” Blaine decided with a smile.
Once the girls left, both of the guys gushing over their outfits and how beautiful they looked, Kurt got to work making their meal, Blaine keeping him company. They decided to lift the ‘no talking about Sugar’ rule for the occasion, because Kurt could tell Blaine was still slightly freaking out. He wasn’t the type of parent to tell Sugar what not to do, but there were obvious concerns about being safe since when Blaine and Quinn were Sugar’s age, she’d just been born. Sugar could be kind of a ditz sometimes and Rory seemed sweet, but he didn’t seem much brighter, and Blaine could only talk with her so much.
Kurt broke Sugar’s trust just the once to assure Blaine they weren’t doing anything but kissing, and talked in the broader sense that sixteen was different than the eighteen-almost-nineteen which he was, because even though Blaine wasn’t saying it, he knew Blaine was thinking it. By the time they sat down to eat, Blaine seemed sufficiently less flipped out, which boded well for the rest of their abbreviated night. As they ate, Kurt told him the full Chandler story, which he still found just as amusing. “I told you,” he said as he finished off the last bite of his salmon. “It’s just the beginning. When you get to New York you’ll have all kinds of guys falling all over you.”
Too bad Kurt didn’t want any of them anymore.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” Kurt asked timidly as they climbed the stairs to Blaine’s room later that night after they’d had cheesecake with fresh strawberries for dessert and had done all the dishes, cleaning up all the evidence of their lovely evening.
“Of course not,” Blaine replied, narrowing his eyes at Kurt as if he was being silly. “Like I said, there will be many, many, many more Chandlers in the future for you. Unless -“ and then it was as if something clicked in Blaine’s mind, his eyes grew dark with lust and he grabbed at Kurt’s wrist. “I could be jealous.”
He dragged Kurt into his bedroom and slammed him up against the door before he could even process what was happening, Blaine was undoing Kurt’s jeans and letting them fall around his thighs. He began mouthing at Kurt’s cock through his underwear and he wasn’t even hard yet and yes, yes Blaine could pretend to be jealous all the time if this was the outcome. Blaine was staring up at him through his eyelashes like he needed him - obviously, Blaine had made Kurt feel like he was desired before, but this. It was all too much, too fast and Kurt’s knees began to shake and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself up. “Blaine - maybe - bed,” he bit out, and Blaine lifted him up and onto the bed without another word.
Blaine worked at unlacing his white Docs enough to slip off his feet so he could get his pants off, and it hit Kurt - this would be the first time he’d be fully naked in bed with Blaine. Sure, it wouldn’t be that different since they’d been shirtless and had their cocks out of their pants but somehow it was. “Blaine,” Kurt hissed again, because once his boots and pants were gone, Blaine began sucking at his cock again through his briefs, trying to bring him to full hardness. It felt good, so good, and Kurt knew it would feel even better once the thin layer of fabric was gone from between them.
Blaine stopped long enough to unbutton Kurt’s cardigan and shirt and untie his tie - god, Kurt had to stop wearing so many layers when he knew they were going to do this. (In his defense - he had no idea things would be so frantic tonight.)
Once Kurt was down to just his briefs, Blaine finally came up to kiss him fiercely, and jealousy was such a good look on Blaine. Every time Kurt caught Blaine's eye, he was staring at him so fiercely, so possessively, Kurt's stomach twisted up tighter and tighter each time their eyes locked. Blaine’s lips left his mouth and continued to kiss him everywhere else - behind his ear, down his chest, circling his nipples. He sucked an angry red and purple mark just under Kurt’s ribcage that should have hurt when it was happening, but it felt so amazing, just on the right edge of pleasure-pain that Kurt egged him on, streams of nonsense coming out of his mouth.
“You’re going to let me suck your cock, right Kurt? You have to let me,” Blaine begged as he pulled Kurt’s underwear off, and it was probably going to be the shortest blow job in history after all that, but was he kidding right now?
“Yes, yes, please,” Kurt replied, lifting his hips to help Blaine, and when Blaine sucked just the tip of his cock into his mouth, he thought he was going to come almost instantly from the tight, wet heat that surrounded him. He watched as Blaine took him further into his mouth, as his cheeks hollowed, as his lips gripped tightly around him, as his eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks - and then he had to stop watching, because that in conjunction with Blaine’s mouth around him was too much. Kurt might have kept watching porn if the guys looked like this. It might have been Kurt’s first experience, but he was pretty sure his boyfriend gave the best blow jobs in the whole entire world from all of the sucking and swirling of his tongue he was doing.
“Blaine, I -” Kurt tried to warn him before he came, because that seemed like proper etiquette, but Blaine didn’t falter, continuing to work him all the way through his orgasm with his mouth, lapping up every last drop like he couldn’t get enough. “Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt finally said, his eyes flickering open to sing his praises when he realized something. “All of your clothes are still on.”
Blaine glanced down at himself, as if he hadn’t realized that was the case before that very second. “I guess I’m pretty eager to please, too.” They both collapsed into a fit of giggles before Kurt told him to make himself more comfortable and come lay down with him, for goodness’ sake. Blaine shed his clothes and climbed next to him once he was naked, dick fully hard and already shining at the tip.
“Blaine, I - I don’t know -” Kurt worried his lip at the corner, because how was he supposed to follow that?
“Kurt, it’s fine, I won’t last long, I promise. Please, just touch me, please.” True to his word, he didn’t, coming before Kurt could get more than a few good strokes in as Blaine mouthed at any part of Kurt’s body he could reach, Blaine mumbling, “Told you,” afterward, and he was blushing. Kurt quirked an eyebrow as he went for the washcloth and water this time, and Blaine sheepishly said, “Going down on you just really turned me on.”
“Yeah?” Kurt asked, smiling shyly back at him as he cleaned them up, and god, he was blushing now too. “It turned me on too, in case you didn’t notice.” He was being a little bit cheeky, but it was Valentine’s Day, and he was naked in bed with his boyfriend, he figured he could get away with it.
“Oh, I noticed alright, I noticed when you came hard straight down my throat.” Blaine grabbed the washcloth from him, tossing it towards the hamper and missing as always. He pulled Kurt down to kiss him, opening his mouth almost instantly, his tongue searching Kurt’s, and it didn’t hit Kurt at first, but when it did, he wasn’t sure what it was. A strong taste, slightly salty and bitter, and then it clicked - it was him. Blaine tasted like him. He groaned at the realization, Blaine’s lips curling in a smile around their kiss when he did.
“I think it turned you on very much,” Blaine said, his voice turning sultry before kissing him once more, and Kurt could only whimper into his mouth, his cock twitching with renewed interest even though he’d just orgasmed mere minutes before.
“Blaine, if I’m still leaving early, we don’t have time for this again,” Kurt said reluctantly as Blaine’s kisses became more and more persistent.
“Sure we do, we have hours,” Blaine said, pouting slightly as he nuzzled at Kurt’s neck, and he could see where Sugar got that quality from.
Blaine finally gave up, letting Kurt wrap his arm around his shoulders and cuddle him close. “It really does turn you on, doesn’t it?” Kurt asked quietly after they’d laid in silence for a while.
He twisted to face Kurt, pursing his lips as if he was trying to figure out how to explain. “Everyone’s good at something. Baseball, cooking, dressing with pizzazz.”
“So you’re good at blow jobs?” Kurt replied with another quirk of his eyebrow.
“Sure. I mean, it’s not the most family-friendly thing, so I usually say singing or being a dad or whatever when asked, but truthfully, I give a really good blow job. I like making the other person feel good. I really like making you feel good, so tonight was extra fabulous.”
“You are … so gay,” Kurt replied, trying not to laugh, “And slightly ridiculous.”
“And yet,” Blaine said, rolling over to his stomach to face Kurt better. “As the recipient of one, you’re not denying the fact.”
“No, you kind of make a guy not even want to try,” Kurt admitted, staring pointedly at him.
Blaine just glared back, affronted. “Now who’s ridiculous?”
Kurt sighed. “I don’t particularly like doing things I’m not good at, Blaine.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; it was that he didn’t want to fail.
“And who says you won’t be good?” It was Blaine’s turn then to wrap Kurt in his arms and pull him close, and Kurt let him, feeling utterly stupid at the fact that he was fretting over this. “I have it on personal authority that you’ve been exceptionally amazing at everything we’ve ever tried together.”
“We’ve barely tried anything together,” Kurt protested, and Blaine shushed him.
“That doesn’t make what we have done any less amazing. Listen, if you want to go through life without ever giving a blow job, that’s fine. You wouldn’t be the first person. Just do it because you don’t want to, not because you don’t think you’ll be good at it, because I really beg to differ.” Kurt was looking up at him from where his head was nestled on Blaine’s chest, and Blaine ran his thumb over Kurt’s bottom lip. Just for a second, Kurt saw a flicker of something behind Blaine’s eyes, as if he were imagining Kurt’s lips wrapped around his cock just then. Whenever Blaine looked at him that way - Kurt still couldn’t get over the fact that he invoked those feelings in someone else on a regular basis.
“Yeah?” Kurt said, a bit shaky even though he had the boost of confidence behind him. “I guess … I guess if you’d want me to try sometime.” It was Blaine after all - if it was awful, they just would never speak of it again. He did want to try - he wanted to try all kinds of things with Blaine - he was just worried about being horrible at so many of them.
“I would love that. Just not right after I give you one, I’d probably come on your face accidentally and scar you for life or something.” He pulled Kurt even tighter against him. “Only if you want to, though. Like I said, I’d be okay if you never did. I wouldn’t do something stupid like leave you, or anything. I’m with you for you, Kurt, not the kind of sex we have. I’d still stay with you even if you never wanted me to give you a blow job again, and we’ve been over how much I like those. I’d probably be so sad and depressed you’d break up with me yourself, but still.”
Kurt peered up at him from underneath his eyelashes. “Wow, that’s like -“ Kurt luckily stopped himself before the next word - love. That’s when it hit him. He might be in love with Blaine, but he certainly wasn’t ready to say it. “I will never, ever question my devotion to you,” he settled on instead, and Blaine smiled back down at him.
***
Even though Kurt was trying to figure out a way to tell Mercedes, it was still Sugar who found out about their relationship first. She was supposed to be over at the Pierce’s a few weeks later, working on a project for Spanish with Brittany and Rory, and Kurt had been filling Blaine in on their Regionals plans when Blaine asked if Kurt wanted to see photos of his own show choir days. They ended up on the floor, backs up against the side of the bed, rummaging through a shoebox Blaine pulled from underneath it which was filled with photos. Blaine had a blast pointing out who everyone was, telling them what songs they’d sung, and Kurt was content to listen, legs stretched out in front of him and his head resting on Blaine’s shoulder, one arm curled behind Blaine’s back and the other across his stomach.
They’d been so engrossed, neither one of them had heard Sugar come through the door until she was already upstairs and walking through the door. “Daddy! Are you up here?” she called as she walked through, and she spotted them before either one could move. From the way they were sitting, it would be obvious to anyone they were closer than they’d been letting on, and Sugar’s jaw dropped even though Kurt quickly jumped away from Blaine, putting some space in between them. “Oh my god,” she whispered, frozen in the doorway, and neither of them made any motion to explain. “Are you guys together? That’s so … weird.”
Kurt and Blaine both jumped up, launching into explanations and talking over one another. “We didn’t expect it to happen, sweetheart,” Blaine said quickly, while Kurt just kept reiterating, “We’re so, so sorry we didn’t tell you Sugar, we didn’t know how you’d react and we didn’t want you to be upset with us.”
Sugar watched them as they rambled on and on, taking it all in. She finally rolled her eyes and repeated herself, this time squealing, “Oh my god!” She walked over to them, throwing her arms around Kurt first and hugging him tight. “I knew there was a reason why you were being such a brat on Valentine’s Day, you silly boy,” she said, winking at him, and Kurt didn’t quite know how to react at her quick change of heart. Things were going better than expected, at least.
“Seriously, you’re okay with this? You sure?” Kurt asked as she pulled away, and she just rolled her eyes.
“The heart wants what the heart wants, Kurt!” she exclaimed dramatically before moving on to throw her arms around Blaine, who just shrugged his shoulders in his direction as she did.
Kurt didn’t stay much longer after that, knowing he should give Blaine and Sugar some space to talk, and more importantly - he knew this meant he had to tell his own father.
He mulled over the fact all throughout dinner, trying to figure out the best way to bring it up, and Burt must have been able to tell, because he finally flat out asked. “Everything go okay at school today?”
Kurt sighed as he shut the dishwasher door and walked back in the direction of the table. “Yeah, it was fine. Can - can we talk?”
“You know you don’t have to ask,” Burt replied, drying his hands on a dishtowel before sitting down across from him. “Is this about a boy?”
Kurt felt all of the blood drain from his face. “I - what?” Because he’d been careful, so careful.
“Your old man is smarter than you think,” Burt said pointedly, folding his hands on the table. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you’d light up whenever your phone buzzed or tweeted or whatever you kids call it these days. He goes to your school?”
“Not … exactly,” Kurt bit out, his tongue suddenly feeling like it was far too large for his mouth, and he wasn’t sure if this was better or worse. The kitchen suddenly felt very small and very hot, and worst of all - Kurt knew somehow his father was going to be disappointed in him, which was the one thing he tried to always avoid.
“So, there is a boy then,” Burt replied, and he looked so pleased with himself for guessing correctly. Kurt wondered how long he’d been thinking it.
“There’s … someone,” Kurt finally said, because he was fairly certain his father wouldn’t consider Blaine a boy - hell, he shouldn’t consider Kurt himself one, but Kurt didn’t know if that would ever change. “He’s older.”
That grabbed Burt’s attention. “How much older?” he asked gruffly.
Kurt took a deep breath and set his jaw. It didn’t matter, because even if his dad was mad now - he’d come around. He wasn’t an awful person, and who could hate Blaine? “Blaine Anderson and I have been seeing each other for a while now,” he said quickly, and he heard Burt swear under his breath. Kurt tried not to swear himself, this was going horribly. Nothing was coming out as he'd rehearsed, so he figured he should just get everything out at once, even though nothing would sound smooth at this point.
“And before you flip out, Blaine has never been anything but a perfect gentleman, and we’re taking things slow. Fourteen years may sound like a huge age difference, but when we’re together, it’s just … not. I can’t explain it, Dad, but none of it matters to either of us. We just didn’t know how to tell you or Sugar for the longest time, but he makes me really happy, Dad.”
Burt took off his baseball cap and scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Fourteen years, though, Kurt,” he said, simply, and Kurt said nothing, his silence his lone act of defiance. “You have always been a bit older than your years,” he added finally, and Kurt cracked a small smile.
“And I never can go about things the easy way,” Kurt said, and Burt shook his head in response.
“You’re lucky I’ve noticed how happy you’ve been these past few weeks, or I’d be having a much harder time with this. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m gonna meet with Blaine, we’re gonna have a little chat - I’m not going to scare him off, don’t worry,” Burt added, probably because of Kurt’s horrified expression. “I know you’d probably just go around my back to see him, or at the very least you’d want to, and I won’t put either of us in that situation. So, Blaine and I will talk, and you have no say in the matter, got it?”
“Alright,” Kurt said warily, “just please - Blaine’s important to me, Dad.”
“I can tell,” Burt replied. He stared at Kurt for a while, and Kurt couldn’t quite read his face. “I don’t know how you grew up so fast. Old enough to be dating someone closer to my age than yours.”
“You’re pretty bad at math, Dad, because thirty-two is closer to eighteen than forty-nine,” Kurt said, laughing lightly.
“I think I stopped aging at forty-five,” he corrected with a pointed glare, “even though my heart says otherwise.” He waited a beat before asking, “New York is still the plan, right? NYADA audition next month and all that? Just making sure you haven’t fallen head over heels in love with the man and decided to stay in Ohio after all.”
Kurt froze a moment before recomposing himself and answering, “Of course.”
“But you do love him?” Burt asked, and Kurt’s eyes searched his. “I saw it in your face when you answered. Like I said, your old man is smarter than you think. Does he know that yet?”
Kurt stared at his father for a beat, wondering how he just knew these things, without Kurt having to say a single word. Finally, he shook his head. “Taking it slow, remember? Blaine’s dated people in New York before while living here. We’ll figure that out when I get in,” he said, even though it was if he got in and if they were still together and Blaine’s relationships in New York were pretty much one night stands from what Kurt could gather, but his father certainly didn’t need to know that.
“You think he feels the same way, though?” Burt asked, and there wasn’t a question in Kurt’s mind.
Kurt went upstairs and settled on his bed and he had barely pulled out his textbooks to start his homework before getting a text from Blaine. I’m guessing you told your dad. He asked if I could meet him for a beer tonight.
Please call me when it’s over? Kurt texted back, and then tried to busy himself with his schoolwork even after Burt told him he was headed out. He returned a few hours later, Kurt having almost worked himself into a panic, and he walked straight past Kurt’s open door without saying a word. “Hey!” Kurt called out, and Burt backtracked to hover in his doorway.
“What?” Burt asked, grinning, so Kurt figured it couldn’t have gone too badly. Kurt just stared at him, willing him to give him something, anything to go on. “Blaine said something about how he doesn’t ask you about what you and Sugar talk about. He and I, we have that thing now. Special dad privilege.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped. “That’s not fair!”
Burt just grinned even wider and started out of Kurt’s room. “I like him! You can keep him!”
Kurt couldn’t dial Blaine’s number fast enough. “What did you say to him?”
“Nothing!” Blaine exclaimed, laughing. He paused long enough to sigh. “It really was nothing. He loves you and he was worried about you. I tried to make him less worried.”
Kurt groaned and threw his head back against the pillows. “Neither of you are going to tell me anything are you?”
“I got him off your back. You should be thanking me!” Kurt could hear Blaine’s pout in his voice.
“That’s not allowed to be as effective over the phone,” he retorted, because that was so unfair.
“It definitely is though, right?” Blaine replied, and he was beaming now, Kurt could tell.
“I’m not confirming or denying that statement.” Kurt let his eyes slip shut and sighed, because he knew he was right. “Fine. Thank you. Whatever you did, thank you.”
“There we go,” Blaine said appreciatively. “You’re welcome, Kurt.”
“Special dad privilege though? Really?” he snapped, because sure, his dad had fallen for Blaine’s charm perfectly, but how cheesy.
“See, you’re mocking. Your dad genuinely likes me and you’re making fun of our bro-ness.”
“How can I not mock when you use words like bro-ness?” Kurt teased, but truthfully, deep down, he was grateful that everything had gone smoothly - now if only the rest of the explanations could.
They weren’t that lucky.
Part 3 // Part 5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings Age!kink, but both parties are over the age of 18. Sexual content (this part: handjobs, blowjobs)
Summary: When Blaine Anderson gets a fresh start at McKinley High in 1997 thanks to his best friend Rachel Berry, her parents, Emma Pillsbury, and the group of misfits that would become the New Directions, the last thing he expects to gain from playing it straight and dating Quinn Fabray is a daughter at the age of sixteen. Fast forward to present day, where Blaine is raising Sugar as a single dad in the same sleepy town of Lima he grew up in. When Sugar is recruited at the beginning of her sophomore year by Will Schuester to join New Directions and falls deeply in love at first sight with one of the co-captains, Blaine isn’t sure what to think, especially since Kurt Hummel is quite out of her league, being three and a half years older and, well, gay.
Little did he realize how much Kurt would end up turning Blaine’s own life upside down in the year ahead - a story of Blaine’s struggles to find his true self as his daughter grows up herself and his personal journey to realize age is just a number.
Kurt Hummel wasn’t stupid. He was fully aware most people spent their teenage years frustrated. He was intellectually frustrated by both the teacher and student populations at McKinley High on a daily basis. He was socially frustrated with the jocks that assumed he was beneath them; who taunted him and called him names and shoved him into lockers. He was geographically frustrated with the confines of Ohio, with what little the Midwest had to offer, dreaming of bigger and better things for himself.
Sexually frustrated, though. That was new.
He’d had crushes before, sure. The random celebrity or movie star, even Sam when he’d transferred schools - that had worked out well. He was now dating Kurt’s best friend, after all. So, Kurt wasn’t a stranger to keeping a handle on how he felt about someone. It didn’t matter that he was over at the Anderson’s with Sugar a few times a week - Blaine almost always there; a charismatic smile on his face that Kurt knew he probably gave to everyone. Blaine always seemed genuinely interested in whatever Kurt had to say, and it made his insides flutter and twist uncontrollably. But it didn’t matter - he was Sugar’s dad. He was just being polite. Kurt knew that.
From the moment Kurt first laid eyes on Blaine the day he went over to help Sugar with her song selection, he'd been instantly attracted to him. How could he not? The man was boyishly charming, yet in an older sense - and speaking of older, Kurt had always sort of had a thing for older men. Last year, he couldn't deny his crush on the new Spanish teacher, Mr. Martinez. There was just something that pulled him in - someone more experienced, more mature, had a decent grasp on basic hygiene skills, which he knew from experience in the locker rooms most of his peers were lacking. So, really, it came as no surprise to him when he developed a crush on Blaine, especially when he kept insisting on being nice to him every time Kurt was in his presence. Then, it became more than nice, Blaine actually went out of his way to make sure Kurt had someone to talk to, someone to share his experiences with. Nice didn't even begin to cover it. Older guy who didn't have a single personality defect? Kurt was in trouble. Big trouble.
Everything changed after their awkward conversation in November. Everything Kurt had told Blaine had been true. He’d had a mortifyingly awful sex talk with his father, shoved the pamphlets he’d been given in a desk drawer, and hadn’t looked at them since. It’s not like he was going to run into any situation in Lima, Ohio where he was going to get the chance to use them anyway, right? But, since Blaine had asked … well, Kurt would do anything Blaine asked.
Kurt wasn’t totally ignorant, he knew the basics. He’d tried watching porn after all, getting too caught up in the aesthetics of it and turning it off almost instantly. He’d imagined things too, vague scenarios to jerk himself off to, but nothing specific or detailed. The problem with research was now he was armed with far, far too many details.
It wasn’t long before he was thinking of Blaine every night while his dick strained in his pajamas, imagining all the things they could do together. Before, he just longed for Blaine to kiss him, now he wanted so, so much more. (It certainly hadn't helped matters that Kurt had been almost positive Blaine had wanted to kiss him that night. The way Blaine had been looking at him, staring at his lips with so much intensity Kurt momentarily forgot how to breathe, and then the way he bolted from his seat ...)
Kurt actually took Blaine up on his suggestion and started going to Mrs. Schuester for advice, chickening out at the last minute and bringing up Karofsky instead. Blaine came up eventually in their sessions, and she never did offer any real help, so Kurt just tried to distance himself for a while, making sure he was never alone with Blaine while he was over at the Anderson's house.
Until the night of Sugar’s birthday party, at least, when he just snapped. Everything had been building from the night before, and Blaine looked so stupidly gorgeous in his suit, and Kurt just couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d said what he’d said, or what purpose he’d hoped to serve with it, but he’d been mortified after the fact, rushing out without even saying goodnight to Sugar.
It had all worked out in the end, though. Kurt would have never in a million years imagined that Blaine actually liked him too. The night he’d left Blaine’s, after they’d talked for hours on the phone about everything and nothing it seemed, he’d tried to sleep fruitlessly, waking up every few hours, expecting it all to be some elaborate dream. Things like this didn’t happen to him. Kurt Hummel wasn’t used to getting what he wanted. Not now, not in Lima, Ohio.
They’d been on quite a few more dates since Blaine and Sugar returned from New York and Kurt was being swept off his feet more and more with each one. They weren’t earth-shattering dates - Blaine cooked dinner a few times, and they’d gone out to little hole in the wall restaurants that wouldn’t have been frequented by Kurt’s classmates, but just the fact that Kurt was dating and the fact that he was dating Blaine, of all people - that was the important part. It helped that Blaine himself was the most charming human being on the planet, causing Kurt to become more smitten with him each time they went out as well. Kurt loved hearing about his stories from the Lima Bean or his adventures with Rachel or Cooper from back in the day. Everything was easy. He was just Kurt and Blaine was just Blaine. It was like they were simply normal people.
On weekend nights, when Sugar was usually out with Rory, pushing her new midnight curfew until the last possible second, they would end up on the living room couch once more, their kisses having gotten progressively more intense from the first night they shared there. Most recently, they would wind up flat on their sides with their legs tangled together, Blaine working hard to keep his hips away from making contact with any part of Kurt, apologizing when he didn’t succeed.
On one such night, Sugar was over at Tina’s for a slumber party. Kurt had successfully convinced Blaine he had no desire to attend (he’d never been in the habit of attending all of the girls’ slumber parties to begin with). Blaine was trailing his mouth over Kurt’s neck as they lay on the couch side by side, up to the spot behind his right ear that drove him crazy (and he wanted to find the spots on Blaine like that - he hadn’t succeeded thus far, but it hadn’t been for lack of trying; they all must have been hiding under those pesky clothes of his). Blaine shifted his body to give lavish attention to the spot and Kurt could feel him, hard against his own thigh, and once again, he just snapped.
“So sorry,” Blaine said, pulling his hips back, and his tone was light and airy, like he wasn’t even bothered by anything, and it drove Kurt insane. They’d been kissing for so long that Kurt was so turned on he could barely think straight.
“Blaine,” he bit out, and Blaine just hummed against his neck in response. He sucked in a quick breath and screwed his eyes shut before he could change his mind, because he wanted this so bad, he really did, and they were getting nowhere fast if he kept waiting for Blaine to make a move. “Can I - can I touch you?” He could feel Blaine’s lips leave his neck, and he added a shaky, “Please?” before opening his eyes to find Blaine staring back at him.
“Kurt,” Blaine breathed, his tone doing a complete one-eighty from earlier. If Kurt thought he was turned on before, he had no idea, because the tone of Blaine’s voice cut right through him, Blaine’s eyes were roving over his body - he’d never felt wanted before. And now, he felt completely and utterly wanted by Blaine, just from one simple answer to one single question.
“P-please,” Kurt repeated again, and he knew he was blushing furiously, but he really didn’t care.
“Of course,” Blaine replied quickly, capturing Kurt’s mouth in a kiss, opening his own just slightly as he did as if to say Kurt could have anything of Blaine’s he desired, he never had to ask (Blaine had whispered that to him a few weeks back on the exact same couch, not intending it to be sexual at all, but now, the words came rushing back to him, and Kurt craved so, so much).
Blaine pushed backwards against the rear of the couch, attempting to give Kurt room to move, and Kurt tried not to panic at the fact that he had no idea what he was doing. Blaine had already taken off his sweater before they sat down on the couch, so with an unsteady breath, Kurt untucked Blaine’s shirt a bit from the front of his pants and Blaine’s own hands came down to help him with the belt buckle. “I obviously didn’t plan accordingly,” Blaine teased, his voice still low with a hint of lightness, and Kurt laughed, thankful for the joke to lighten the mood.
Kurt pulled Blaine’s belt from the loops and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor, and with the unforgiving metal out of the way, Kurt couldn’t wait any longer. He reached out to run his hand over the outline of Blaine’s cock through his trousers and Blaine gasped at the contact so harshly, Kurt almost pulled his hand away. He ran his hand back up to undo the trousers, because he might have been unsure what to do, but he knew he wanted his hand on Blaine’s cock as soon as possible. He found tight black briefs underneath, and it sent a little thrill down his spine that he now knew what kind of underwear his boyfriend wore (and how silly was that?).
Kurt tugged down the briefs, Blaine lifting his hips to aid in the process. Kurt watched as his cock sprung free, and once it did, Kurt froze. Blaine’s cock was darker than his (obviously, since he had a darker skin tone), and … maybe thicker? Definitely thicker. It was spectacular, which was not a word Kurt ever thought he would use to describe another person’s dick, but he supposed he had never seen one in the flesh before aside from his own.
“Kurt,” Blaine said again, this time sounding just the tiniest bit worried, and maybe Kurt had taken the staring thing a bit too far.
“Sorry,” Kurt said bashfully, kissing him quickly in apology. “I’m - I’m not freaking out.”
“If you say so,” Blaine murmured against his lips. He didn’t quite sound like he believed him, so Kurt just went for it, wrapping his hand around him then, loosely at first, causing Blaine to gasp just as harshly as he had before. Blaine’s cock was hot and heavy in his hand and Kurt wasn’t freaking out, but he still couldn’t believe this was happening.
That was the comforting thing about being with another guy, at least in theory, Kurt had told himself before tonight - Kurt had a dick of his own, and had jerked himself off before. In practice, it didn’t quite work out that way, because even trying to replicate what he liked best, everything was backwards and awkward and dry. Still, Kurt wouldn’t have guessed it from the noises Blaine was making. He was gasping and moaning and breathing out Kurt’s name in tones that made his own cock twitch in the tight confines of his jeans.
“Blaine,” Kurt whispered right against his ear, and Blaine bucked forward, pushing his cock through Kurt’s fist when he did, after he’d been trying so hard to force his hips to stay still. It looked like Kurt finally found a spot that drove Blaine crazy. “I - I want to make you come, show me what I can do to make that happen?”
“Is - is there any lotion? Under the coffee table?” Blaine stuttered out and Kurt ducked quickly to look. There was a small tube of hand cream that he was pretty sure was Sugar’s, but no need to bring that up. After applying some to his hand, he repositioned himself on the couch. “Tighter,” Blaine grumbled when Kurt returned a hand to his dick, and Blaine wrapped one of his own hands around Kurt’s, which was so hot - why was that so hot? Kurt gripped harder around Blaine’s cock, and Blaine’s hand set the pace. Blaine finally let go once they hit a steady rhythm, tilting his head towards Kurt and pleading, “Kiss me?”
Kurt’s mouth found his, even though the closer Blaine got to the edge, the more sporadic the kisses became, less kissing and more panting against Kurt’s mouth. “Kurt - I -“ Blaine stammered, and Kurt gripped tighter and faster and looked up just before Blaine came. Luckily Kurt didn’t miss the way his eyelids fluttered shut and his mouth dropped open and his head flew back and his neck muscles arched and drew taut, because Kurt would have never forgiven himself if he’d missed a single second of it. God, his boyfriend was gorgeous all the time, but he was extremely gorgeous when he came, and Kurt was the cause of that. He was only mildly aware of Blaine’s cock pulsing and spilling over his hand, too wrapped up in his boyfriend’s beautiful face to notice.
“You can wipe your hand on my shirt,” Blaine whispered moments later, tugging Kurt closer to him after Kurt dabbed his hand on Blaine’s shirt as gingerly as possible. “That was amazing,” he added before kissing him, long and slow and reassuring. “Are you going to let me return the favor?” he asked afterward, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head just a tad.
“Um, sure,” Kurt replied, his own eyelids fluttering as he felt his cheeks flush, trying to ignore the fact that he’d been hard for what seemed like hours (though, his dick wasn’t letting him forget it for a second). “Can we - can we maybe move somewhere else? I almost fell off the couch a few times back there.”
“Kurt Hummel, is my couch not good enough for you anymore?” Blaine said, mock-offended. Blaine’s expression turned warm and he patted Kurt on the arm before sitting up. “Come on, I think it’s high time I show you my bedroom.”
Kurt followed Blaine up the stairs to his bedroom, unsure as to what he’d find. Blaine’s room was basic and lived in; it probably hadn’t been redecorated since he’d moved in over a decade before, but it was cozy and welcoming. Sort of like Blaine.
Kurt spotted the bathroom door ajar on the far wall and as much as he wanted to fall onto Blaine’s bed and continue what they were doing, Blaine’s shirt hadn’t been very useful in cleaning off his hand. “Hey, do you mind if I use your sink quickly?” Kurt asked, and Blaine shook his head.
Blaine’s bedroom might have been basic but his bathroom was spacious, with twin sinks, a roman tub and a separate expansive shower stall. Blaine followed in behind Kurt, using the other sink, stating, “My shirt’s machine washable, but pretreating never hurt anything.”
Kurt made a soft affirming noise as he washed his hands (he was the son of a mechanic after all), figuring Blaine was just dabbing at his shirt with a washcloth or something, but when he turned to face him, he realized that Blaine had pulled it off over his head to wet it in the sink … and was subsequently shirtless.
Kurt knew Blaine went to the gym most mornings to box or run, and he’d allowed his hands to wander under Blaine’s shirt a few times before and knew his boyfriend was fit, but nothing that quite would have prepared him for the defined muscles at his trim waist or the broadness of his shoulders or the way his arms bulged - how had those things been hidden underneath his clothes? His mouth went dry and he couldn’t help but stare. Instead of searching for a towel to dry his hands like he knew he should be doing, all he could do was rest his dripping hands at the edge of the sink and allow his eyes to roam over the hard lines of Blaine’s torso. He didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, and he suddenly cursed himself for not wearing more forgiving jeans.
Blaine turned then, catching him gawking, and his eyes widened in response. Blaine dropped the shirt in the sink, looking slightly panicked, and said, “I - I wasn’t thinking. Let me go grab an undershirt, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t do that,” Kurt replied quickly, his voice keening embarrassingly high, and Blaine’s face softened, the corners of his mouth curling up in a fond smile. He grabbed the hand towel from the rack, drying his own hands before walking over and handing it to Kurt. Kurt ducked his head then, busying himself with the towel, because out of everything, it was Blaine’s expression that was overwhelming - full of tenderness and affection.
Blaine placed a single finger under his chin, tilting his head back up to place a single kiss on his lips. “Hey,” he whispered, and Kurt let his eyes slip closed as Blaine pressed their foreheads together. “You should lose your shirt too. I’m dying to see how stunning you are underneath it.” Kurt nodded just enough for Blaine to feel against him, because fair was fair.
Kurt’s jacket was already draped over the back of the couch downstairs with Blaine’s sweater, so he only had a few layers to shed before crawling into bed with Blaine. “Stunning, just like I thought,” Blaine commented reverently, running a hand over Kurt’s collarbone as he made his way to the pillows next to him. “You probably need to come as soon as possible, don’t you?”
Kurt’s brow furrowed as he let Blaine pull him close. “I - I was pretty bad when we were downstairs but the walking cooled things down a little, why?”
Blaine placed a kiss to Kurt’s collarbone, just where his hand had been, and Kurt shivered. “So much new skin to kiss. So many beautiful places on your body.” Another kiss on Kurt’s Adam’s apple, and Blaine was going to drive him absolutely insane before he came. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Blaine seemed to think it was funny at least, chuckling lightly against Kurt’s skin. At an inquiring hum from Kurt, he said, “I’m beginning to think you’re not really a teenager, I would have come in my pants an hour ago when I was your age.”
“I’m trying really hard not to make a complete fool out of myself,” Kurt replied with a laugh of his own, and he felt Blaine sigh against his chest.
“Oh, Kurt, I don’t want you to worry about that, okay?” He came up to kiss Kurt again, just like he had before they left the couch, reassuring and lingering. “You should never worry about that with me.”
Blaine shifted then, and his knee pressed right up against Kurt’s cock. It occurred to him he might have been okay up until that point, because his cock had been pretty much ignored. His hips pressed him further up into Blaine’s thigh for more friction and tears sprung at the corners of his eyes at the sudden pressure and he all out whined, “Blaine, Blaine, please.”
“Yeah, let me take care of that for you.” Blaine’s voice was low and gravely, and he reached over the side of the bed to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube before coming back to unbutton Kurt’s jeans. Kurt actually hissed with relief when they were out of the way and his cock was finally out of his boxer briefs.
When Blaine finally wrapped his hand around Kurt’s cock, it was amazing. His hand was squarer and his grasp was different than Kurt’s (tighter, firmer, still wonderful) and the lube was perfectly slick and wet around him (even with the benefits of anonymous online shopping, Kurt always made do with one of the many lotions he already had on hand instead). Blaine didn’t just move his hand back and forth, he did a wonderful twisting thing just under the head, and if Blaine had been singing his praises before about stamina, there was no way he would be afforded that luxury now.
Kurt’s hips jutted forward involuntarily, even though he was trying to keep them still - the warm, wet pull of Blaine’s fist making that almost impossible - and he apologized when he pushed his cock through Blaine’s tight fist again. “I - I’m sorry Blaine, it just feels so good,” Kurt whined, toes curling in the mattress as he threw his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.
“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay. Do you - you can keep doing that if you want, fuck my hand, that would be so hot, Kurt, so hot.” Kurt opened his eyes to glance at Blaine, and his eyes were giant saucers, looking even more turned on than when Kurt asked if he could touch his dick, so Kurt stopped holding back, letting his hips thrust his cock through the circle of Blaine’s fist over and over again while Blaine whispered in his ear about how wonderful and incredible and sexy he was. His orgasm had been building for so long, it hit with almost no warning, and Kurt didn’t know it was possible to come that hard or that much.
Kurt looked up at Blaine a few minutes later, when everything was still a little fuzzy white around the edges, and Blaine was grinning wildly down at him. “What?” he asked, grinning a little himself before shutting his eyes again. Orgasms made him sleepy and happy.
“I’m just a lucky man, that’s all. Because you have no idea how amazing you are. No idea,” he repeated, punctuating his words by peppering Kurt’s ribs with kisses. Kurt was sensitive enough post-orgasm to tickle, so he burst out laughing, rolling to get away from Blaine’s attack.
“You’re insane,” he replied, still laughing, and Blaine just climbed over him, still grinning, to grab a bottle of water and a washcloth from the still-open nightstand drawer. “Also, you do not keep water and washcloths in your nightstand. You are not that lazy,” Kurt added, noticing the neatly folded stack of washcloths in the corner.
“Hey, orgasms are tiring, and there’s been a lot of masturbation around these parts the past few months, okay?” Blaine replied, uncapping the bottle to pour some on the washcloth and clean both of them up. Kurt rolled his eyes, but he was so exhausted, he could see the appeal. The washcloth was soft against his skin, probably from multiple washings, and there was some snark in there, but Kurt just didn’t have it in him.
Blaine collapsed next to Kurt, tossing the washcloth towards the hamper and missing. “You’re hard again,” Kurt noted instead of teasing him for it as Blaine snuggled up against his side.
“Of course I am,” Blaine scoffed, tugging him even closer and wrapping his arms around his waist. “You’re gorgeous and half naked in my bed, what do you expect?” Kurt watched as Blaine lifted his head just enough to glance at the bedside clock before returning it to his chest. “It’s only ten. At least we have your curfew tonight with the extra hour. Plenty of time, but it’s a shame you can’t stay.”
Kurt stayed silent for a moment trying to think of what to say. Technically, he could get away with it, and who knew when that would happen again - if ever? “Actually …” he started slowly, and that got Blaine’s attention, lifting his head until he was resting his chin on Kurt’s chest. “My dad thinks I’m spending the night at Tina’s. Sugar said something in front of him earlier in the week, and I know neither of us like the fact that I’m lying to him anyway, and I couldn’t figure out what else to tell him since she mentioned that everyone was going to be there.”
“So you were just … going to leave here and go home and not say anything?” Blaine replied and he looked almost hurt, and Kurt felt awful. “What would you have told your dad about coming home early?”
“I’ve done it before when I can’t sleep. It wouldn’t have been a problem. Blaine,” he said with a sigh, reaching to brush a wayward curl out of his face. “I didn’t want you to think I had to stay, you know? That you had to ask me … just so I wouldn’t get in trouble for lying or something.” Kurt sighed again, and as much as he enjoyed the privacy they benefitted from with no one knowing about their relationship, it was starting to take a toll after all these weeks.
“Kurt,” Blaine replied, sighing himself around his name. “I want you to stay because I want you to stay. If you want to stay, that is. Did you bring an overnight bag?”
“Of course, if I’m going to lie, I’m nothing if not committed,” Kurt huffed. “You sure?”
“I thought I was the worrier in this relationship,” Blaine teased, and he had a point.
Kurt had always been a light sleeper, ever since his mother died, and he always figured that once he finally entered a relationship, that wouldn’t change. Especially a relationship with someone who took it upon themselves to cuddle until as much skin as possible was touching - Kurt literally felt engulfed by Blaine (and he never would have thought he’d secretly love it).
For the first night in months, he didn’t wake up once.
***
Since Kurt was supposedly single, and almost everyone else in New Directions was paired up, as co-captain, he tried to make the extra effort to keep them focused for Regionals. He might have gone a bit overboard when he insisted Sugar and Mercedes go with him to the music store on the day of Sugar’s couples-only Valentine’s Day party to look for song ideas.
He hadn’t expected to meet Chandler while they were there. Chandler was adorably over the top and flirty and Sugar and Mercedes were dying for Kurt to ask him to the party that night, if only so he could also attend. Kurt wished he’d just gone to the store with Mercedes alone, so he could tell her about Blaine and why there was no way on earth he could do that, but he couldn’t tell Sugar himself. He couldn’t do that to Blaine. So, he’d been polite as possible and taken Chandler’s number and gone back to the Anderson's to help Sugar and Mercedes get ready for the party.
Kurt hadn’t expected Sugar to burst the information out the second they walked through the door.
“Daddy!” Sugar exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen where Blaine was eating a bowl of cereal and sipping a cup of coffee even though it was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Kurt was going to cook dinner for both of them as soon as the girls left. “We found the most adorable gay boy to set Kurt up with and he’s not having any of it! Help us change his mind!”
“Oh, really?” Blaine replied, a smirk forming on his face the second Kurt walked through the kitchen door and Kurt hated him. He hated him so much. Blaine was going to tease him horribly for this later, he just knew it. “Tell me all about it, sweetheart!” he said cheerfully, and the charm was just dripping in his voice.
“His name is Chandler and he’s tiny and has glasses and is excited about everything like me! He’s moving to New York in the fall and he and Kurt would be so adorable together and I don’t know why Kurt is being so stubborn about this,” she finished with, pouting as Kurt sat down next to Mercedes at the table.
“You could at least invite him to the party, Kurt,” Mercedes pointed out. “There’s no harm in that.”
“You all are awful!” Kurt replied, giving them both the best bitch face he could muster. “I have told you time and time again, I have tonight blocked off to practice my NYADA audition, because I knew all of you would be at the party and the auditorium would be completely empty. My future is far more important than one night of fun!” In reality, Kurt wouldn’t be leaving the Anderson house until close to midnight, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“You should always let yourself have a little fun, Kurt,” Blaine said, with the most shit-eating grin, and he was going to pay for that later, he was indeed.
“See?” Sugar replied, pointing to where her father was standing against the counter near the sink. “He’s old, he knows what he’s talking about!” She huffed loudly before getting up. “I’m going to take a shower. We have to leave by five.” She stomped off, annoyed with not getting her way.
“You know, if you really don’t want to invite Chandler, I’m sure Sugar would let you come anyway,” Mercedes said, reaching out to cover Kurt’s hand on the table with hers.
“That’s sweet, Mercedes, but I think I really will pass.” He offered her a small smile, and hoped she wouldn’t push. He’d tell her the truth soon enough regardless - it was just between her time with Sam, and his time with Blaine, they hadn’t had much time alone since Christmas.
“Okay, boo.” She smiled back at him, getting up from the table. “I’m going to start my makeup so we’re not late. Sugar seems like she’ll be on the warpath until we’re there. You know, if you ask me, you should just skip the party and the practice but call up Chandler anyway. He seemed eager to please, if you know what I mean.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he could not believe she just said that.
“Mercedes Jones!” Kurt exclaimed, hitting her on the arm as she cackled.
“Just a suggestion!” she said, raising her arms in defeat. As she headed out into the living room, she pointed at Blaine, as if she forgot he was still there. “You didn’t hear that.” He lifted the hand not wrapped around his cereal bowl as if he was pleading the fifth.
Once they no longer heard Mercedes’ footsteps on the stairs, both Kurt and Blaine turned to each other. “Don’t say a word,” Kurt said accusatorially.
“I didn’t,” Blaine replied, but he was still grinning the same exact grin. “Speaking of having fun,” he added, dropping his voice and walking over to the table to sit across from Kurt. “Sugar and Rory are coming here after the party. I told her he could stay until one as long as they stayed on the couch, so I have to do the whole hovering parent thing. It’s the first time he’s been here. That cuts our night a little short.”
“It’s fine,” Kurt assured him, grinning a little himself. “You’re not going to get distracted on me, are you? Since you have to terrify Rory a bit after I leave about keeping his hands to himself?”
Blaine’s eyes widened and he looked a little terrified. “Do you - do you think I need to spell that out? I just thought I’d come back and forth to the kitchen a lot.”
Kurt laughed before getting up to get a cup of coffee himself. That probably would work with Rory. “Sounds like a plan.” He grabbed a mug from the cupboard and by the time he sat back down at the table, Blaine wasn’t looking any less terrified. “Hey,” Kurt said, quietly. “If you want to reschedule, that’s fine. I understand.”
“No!” Blaine said quickly. “I mean, unless you want to go to the party. It seems like it’ll be good, it’s costing me enough.”
“You’re much better than some party. Or some silly boy from the music store,” he added as an afterthought. “I just didn’t know if you needed time for a sufficient parenting freak-out.”
“I’ll manage,” Blaine decided with a smile.
Once the girls left, both of the guys gushing over their outfits and how beautiful they looked, Kurt got to work making their meal, Blaine keeping him company. They decided to lift the ‘no talking about Sugar’ rule for the occasion, because Kurt could tell Blaine was still slightly freaking out. He wasn’t the type of parent to tell Sugar what not to do, but there were obvious concerns about being safe since when Blaine and Quinn were Sugar’s age, she’d just been born. Sugar could be kind of a ditz sometimes and Rory seemed sweet, but he didn’t seem much brighter, and Blaine could only talk with her so much.
Kurt broke Sugar’s trust just the once to assure Blaine they weren’t doing anything but kissing, and talked in the broader sense that sixteen was different than the eighteen-almost-nineteen which he was, because even though Blaine wasn’t saying it, he knew Blaine was thinking it. By the time they sat down to eat, Blaine seemed sufficiently less flipped out, which boded well for the rest of their abbreviated night. As they ate, Kurt told him the full Chandler story, which he still found just as amusing. “I told you,” he said as he finished off the last bite of his salmon. “It’s just the beginning. When you get to New York you’ll have all kinds of guys falling all over you.”
Too bad Kurt didn’t want any of them anymore.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” Kurt asked timidly as they climbed the stairs to Blaine’s room later that night after they’d had cheesecake with fresh strawberries for dessert and had done all the dishes, cleaning up all the evidence of their lovely evening.
“Of course not,” Blaine replied, narrowing his eyes at Kurt as if he was being silly. “Like I said, there will be many, many, many more Chandlers in the future for you. Unless -“ and then it was as if something clicked in Blaine’s mind, his eyes grew dark with lust and he grabbed at Kurt’s wrist. “I could be jealous.”
He dragged Kurt into his bedroom and slammed him up against the door before he could even process what was happening, Blaine was undoing Kurt’s jeans and letting them fall around his thighs. He began mouthing at Kurt’s cock through his underwear and he wasn’t even hard yet and yes, yes Blaine could pretend to be jealous all the time if this was the outcome. Blaine was staring up at him through his eyelashes like he needed him - obviously, Blaine had made Kurt feel like he was desired before, but this. It was all too much, too fast and Kurt’s knees began to shake and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself up. “Blaine - maybe - bed,” he bit out, and Blaine lifted him up and onto the bed without another word.
Blaine worked at unlacing his white Docs enough to slip off his feet so he could get his pants off, and it hit Kurt - this would be the first time he’d be fully naked in bed with Blaine. Sure, it wouldn’t be that different since they’d been shirtless and had their cocks out of their pants but somehow it was. “Blaine,” Kurt hissed again, because once his boots and pants were gone, Blaine began sucking at his cock again through his briefs, trying to bring him to full hardness. It felt good, so good, and Kurt knew it would feel even better once the thin layer of fabric was gone from between them.
Blaine stopped long enough to unbutton Kurt’s cardigan and shirt and untie his tie - god, Kurt had to stop wearing so many layers when he knew they were going to do this. (In his defense - he had no idea things would be so frantic tonight.)
Once Kurt was down to just his briefs, Blaine finally came up to kiss him fiercely, and jealousy was such a good look on Blaine. Every time Kurt caught Blaine's eye, he was staring at him so fiercely, so possessively, Kurt's stomach twisted up tighter and tighter each time their eyes locked. Blaine’s lips left his mouth and continued to kiss him everywhere else - behind his ear, down his chest, circling his nipples. He sucked an angry red and purple mark just under Kurt’s ribcage that should have hurt when it was happening, but it felt so amazing, just on the right edge of pleasure-pain that Kurt egged him on, streams of nonsense coming out of his mouth.
“You’re going to let me suck your cock, right Kurt? You have to let me,” Blaine begged as he pulled Kurt’s underwear off, and it was probably going to be the shortest blow job in history after all that, but was he kidding right now?
“Yes, yes, please,” Kurt replied, lifting his hips to help Blaine, and when Blaine sucked just the tip of his cock into his mouth, he thought he was going to come almost instantly from the tight, wet heat that surrounded him. He watched as Blaine took him further into his mouth, as his cheeks hollowed, as his lips gripped tightly around him, as his eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks - and then he had to stop watching, because that in conjunction with Blaine’s mouth around him was too much. Kurt might have kept watching porn if the guys looked like this. It might have been Kurt’s first experience, but he was pretty sure his boyfriend gave the best blow jobs in the whole entire world from all of the sucking and swirling of his tongue he was doing.
“Blaine, I -” Kurt tried to warn him before he came, because that seemed like proper etiquette, but Blaine didn’t falter, continuing to work him all the way through his orgasm with his mouth, lapping up every last drop like he couldn’t get enough. “Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt finally said, his eyes flickering open to sing his praises when he realized something. “All of your clothes are still on.”
Blaine glanced down at himself, as if he hadn’t realized that was the case before that very second. “I guess I’m pretty eager to please, too.” They both collapsed into a fit of giggles before Kurt told him to make himself more comfortable and come lay down with him, for goodness’ sake. Blaine shed his clothes and climbed next to him once he was naked, dick fully hard and already shining at the tip.
“Blaine, I - I don’t know -” Kurt worried his lip at the corner, because how was he supposed to follow that?
“Kurt, it’s fine, I won’t last long, I promise. Please, just touch me, please.” True to his word, he didn’t, coming before Kurt could get more than a few good strokes in as Blaine mouthed at any part of Kurt’s body he could reach, Blaine mumbling, “Told you,” afterward, and he was blushing. Kurt quirked an eyebrow as he went for the washcloth and water this time, and Blaine sheepishly said, “Going down on you just really turned me on.”
“Yeah?” Kurt asked, smiling shyly back at him as he cleaned them up, and god, he was blushing now too. “It turned me on too, in case you didn’t notice.” He was being a little bit cheeky, but it was Valentine’s Day, and he was naked in bed with his boyfriend, he figured he could get away with it.
“Oh, I noticed alright, I noticed when you came hard straight down my throat.” Blaine grabbed the washcloth from him, tossing it towards the hamper and missing as always. He pulled Kurt down to kiss him, opening his mouth almost instantly, his tongue searching Kurt’s, and it didn’t hit Kurt at first, but when it did, he wasn’t sure what it was. A strong taste, slightly salty and bitter, and then it clicked - it was him. Blaine tasted like him. He groaned at the realization, Blaine’s lips curling in a smile around their kiss when he did.
“I think it turned you on very much,” Blaine said, his voice turning sultry before kissing him once more, and Kurt could only whimper into his mouth, his cock twitching with renewed interest even though he’d just orgasmed mere minutes before.
“Blaine, if I’m still leaving early, we don’t have time for this again,” Kurt said reluctantly as Blaine’s kisses became more and more persistent.
“Sure we do, we have hours,” Blaine said, pouting slightly as he nuzzled at Kurt’s neck, and he could see where Sugar got that quality from.
Blaine finally gave up, letting Kurt wrap his arm around his shoulders and cuddle him close. “It really does turn you on, doesn’t it?” Kurt asked quietly after they’d laid in silence for a while.
He twisted to face Kurt, pursing his lips as if he was trying to figure out how to explain. “Everyone’s good at something. Baseball, cooking, dressing with pizzazz.”
“So you’re good at blow jobs?” Kurt replied with another quirk of his eyebrow.
“Sure. I mean, it’s not the most family-friendly thing, so I usually say singing or being a dad or whatever when asked, but truthfully, I give a really good blow job. I like making the other person feel good. I really like making you feel good, so tonight was extra fabulous.”
“You are … so gay,” Kurt replied, trying not to laugh, “And slightly ridiculous.”
“And yet,” Blaine said, rolling over to his stomach to face Kurt better. “As the recipient of one, you’re not denying the fact.”
“No, you kind of make a guy not even want to try,” Kurt admitted, staring pointedly at him.
Blaine just glared back, affronted. “Now who’s ridiculous?”
Kurt sighed. “I don’t particularly like doing things I’m not good at, Blaine.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; it was that he didn’t want to fail.
“And who says you won’t be good?” It was Blaine’s turn then to wrap Kurt in his arms and pull him close, and Kurt let him, feeling utterly stupid at the fact that he was fretting over this. “I have it on personal authority that you’ve been exceptionally amazing at everything we’ve ever tried together.”
“We’ve barely tried anything together,” Kurt protested, and Blaine shushed him.
“That doesn’t make what we have done any less amazing. Listen, if you want to go through life without ever giving a blow job, that’s fine. You wouldn’t be the first person. Just do it because you don’t want to, not because you don’t think you’ll be good at it, because I really beg to differ.” Kurt was looking up at him from where his head was nestled on Blaine’s chest, and Blaine ran his thumb over Kurt’s bottom lip. Just for a second, Kurt saw a flicker of something behind Blaine’s eyes, as if he were imagining Kurt’s lips wrapped around his cock just then. Whenever Blaine looked at him that way - Kurt still couldn’t get over the fact that he invoked those feelings in someone else on a regular basis.
“Yeah?” Kurt said, a bit shaky even though he had the boost of confidence behind him. “I guess … I guess if you’d want me to try sometime.” It was Blaine after all - if it was awful, they just would never speak of it again. He did want to try - he wanted to try all kinds of things with Blaine - he was just worried about being horrible at so many of them.
“I would love that. Just not right after I give you one, I’d probably come on your face accidentally and scar you for life or something.” He pulled Kurt even tighter against him. “Only if you want to, though. Like I said, I’d be okay if you never did. I wouldn’t do something stupid like leave you, or anything. I’m with you for you, Kurt, not the kind of sex we have. I’d still stay with you even if you never wanted me to give you a blow job again, and we’ve been over how much I like those. I’d probably be so sad and depressed you’d break up with me yourself, but still.”
Kurt peered up at him from underneath his eyelashes. “Wow, that’s like -“ Kurt luckily stopped himself before the next word - love. That’s when it hit him. He might be in love with Blaine, but he certainly wasn’t ready to say it. “I will never, ever question my devotion to you,” he settled on instead, and Blaine smiled back down at him.
***
Even though Kurt was trying to figure out a way to tell Mercedes, it was still Sugar who found out about their relationship first. She was supposed to be over at the Pierce’s a few weeks later, working on a project for Spanish with Brittany and Rory, and Kurt had been filling Blaine in on their Regionals plans when Blaine asked if Kurt wanted to see photos of his own show choir days. They ended up on the floor, backs up against the side of the bed, rummaging through a shoebox Blaine pulled from underneath it which was filled with photos. Blaine had a blast pointing out who everyone was, telling them what songs they’d sung, and Kurt was content to listen, legs stretched out in front of him and his head resting on Blaine’s shoulder, one arm curled behind Blaine’s back and the other across his stomach.
They’d been so engrossed, neither one of them had heard Sugar come through the door until she was already upstairs and walking through the door. “Daddy! Are you up here?” she called as she walked through, and she spotted them before either one could move. From the way they were sitting, it would be obvious to anyone they were closer than they’d been letting on, and Sugar’s jaw dropped even though Kurt quickly jumped away from Blaine, putting some space in between them. “Oh my god,” she whispered, frozen in the doorway, and neither of them made any motion to explain. “Are you guys together? That’s so … weird.”
Kurt and Blaine both jumped up, launching into explanations and talking over one another. “We didn’t expect it to happen, sweetheart,” Blaine said quickly, while Kurt just kept reiterating, “We’re so, so sorry we didn’t tell you Sugar, we didn’t know how you’d react and we didn’t want you to be upset with us.”
Sugar watched them as they rambled on and on, taking it all in. She finally rolled her eyes and repeated herself, this time squealing, “Oh my god!” She walked over to them, throwing her arms around Kurt first and hugging him tight. “I knew there was a reason why you were being such a brat on Valentine’s Day, you silly boy,” she said, winking at him, and Kurt didn’t quite know how to react at her quick change of heart. Things were going better than expected, at least.
“Seriously, you’re okay with this? You sure?” Kurt asked as she pulled away, and she just rolled her eyes.
“The heart wants what the heart wants, Kurt!” she exclaimed dramatically before moving on to throw her arms around Blaine, who just shrugged his shoulders in his direction as she did.
Kurt didn’t stay much longer after that, knowing he should give Blaine and Sugar some space to talk, and more importantly - he knew this meant he had to tell his own father.
He mulled over the fact all throughout dinner, trying to figure out the best way to bring it up, and Burt must have been able to tell, because he finally flat out asked. “Everything go okay at school today?”
Kurt sighed as he shut the dishwasher door and walked back in the direction of the table. “Yeah, it was fine. Can - can we talk?”
“You know you don’t have to ask,” Burt replied, drying his hands on a dishtowel before sitting down across from him. “Is this about a boy?”
Kurt felt all of the blood drain from his face. “I - what?” Because he’d been careful, so careful.
“Your old man is smarter than you think,” Burt said pointedly, folding his hands on the table. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you’d light up whenever your phone buzzed or tweeted or whatever you kids call it these days. He goes to your school?”
“Not … exactly,” Kurt bit out, his tongue suddenly feeling like it was far too large for his mouth, and he wasn’t sure if this was better or worse. The kitchen suddenly felt very small and very hot, and worst of all - Kurt knew somehow his father was going to be disappointed in him, which was the one thing he tried to always avoid.
“So, there is a boy then,” Burt replied, and he looked so pleased with himself for guessing correctly. Kurt wondered how long he’d been thinking it.
“There’s … someone,” Kurt finally said, because he was fairly certain his father wouldn’t consider Blaine a boy - hell, he shouldn’t consider Kurt himself one, but Kurt didn’t know if that would ever change. “He’s older.”
That grabbed Burt’s attention. “How much older?” he asked gruffly.
Kurt took a deep breath and set his jaw. It didn’t matter, because even if his dad was mad now - he’d come around. He wasn’t an awful person, and who could hate Blaine? “Blaine Anderson and I have been seeing each other for a while now,” he said quickly, and he heard Burt swear under his breath. Kurt tried not to swear himself, this was going horribly. Nothing was coming out as he'd rehearsed, so he figured he should just get everything out at once, even though nothing would sound smooth at this point.
“And before you flip out, Blaine has never been anything but a perfect gentleman, and we’re taking things slow. Fourteen years may sound like a huge age difference, but when we’re together, it’s just … not. I can’t explain it, Dad, but none of it matters to either of us. We just didn’t know how to tell you or Sugar for the longest time, but he makes me really happy, Dad.”
Burt took off his baseball cap and scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Fourteen years, though, Kurt,” he said, simply, and Kurt said nothing, his silence his lone act of defiance. “You have always been a bit older than your years,” he added finally, and Kurt cracked a small smile.
“And I never can go about things the easy way,” Kurt said, and Burt shook his head in response.
“You’re lucky I’ve noticed how happy you’ve been these past few weeks, or I’d be having a much harder time with this. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m gonna meet with Blaine, we’re gonna have a little chat - I’m not going to scare him off, don’t worry,” Burt added, probably because of Kurt’s horrified expression. “I know you’d probably just go around my back to see him, or at the very least you’d want to, and I won’t put either of us in that situation. So, Blaine and I will talk, and you have no say in the matter, got it?”
“Alright,” Kurt said warily, “just please - Blaine’s important to me, Dad.”
“I can tell,” Burt replied. He stared at Kurt for a while, and Kurt couldn’t quite read his face. “I don’t know how you grew up so fast. Old enough to be dating someone closer to my age than yours.”
“You’re pretty bad at math, Dad, because thirty-two is closer to eighteen than forty-nine,” Kurt said, laughing lightly.
“I think I stopped aging at forty-five,” he corrected with a pointed glare, “even though my heart says otherwise.” He waited a beat before asking, “New York is still the plan, right? NYADA audition next month and all that? Just making sure you haven’t fallen head over heels in love with the man and decided to stay in Ohio after all.”
Kurt froze a moment before recomposing himself and answering, “Of course.”
“But you do love him?” Burt asked, and Kurt’s eyes searched his. “I saw it in your face when you answered. Like I said, your old man is smarter than you think. Does he know that yet?”
Kurt stared at his father for a beat, wondering how he just knew these things, without Kurt having to say a single word. Finally, he shook his head. “Taking it slow, remember? Blaine’s dated people in New York before while living here. We’ll figure that out when I get in,” he said, even though it was if he got in and if they were still together and Blaine’s relationships in New York were pretty much one night stands from what Kurt could gather, but his father certainly didn’t need to know that.
“You think he feels the same way, though?” Burt asked, and there wasn’t a question in Kurt’s mind.
Kurt went upstairs and settled on his bed and he had barely pulled out his textbooks to start his homework before getting a text from Blaine. I’m guessing you told your dad. He asked if I could meet him for a beer tonight.
Please call me when it’s over? Kurt texted back, and then tried to busy himself with his schoolwork even after Burt told him he was headed out. He returned a few hours later, Kurt having almost worked himself into a panic, and he walked straight past Kurt’s open door without saying a word. “Hey!” Kurt called out, and Burt backtracked to hover in his doorway.
“What?” Burt asked, grinning, so Kurt figured it couldn’t have gone too badly. Kurt just stared at him, willing him to give him something, anything to go on. “Blaine said something about how he doesn’t ask you about what you and Sugar talk about. He and I, we have that thing now. Special dad privilege.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped. “That’s not fair!”
Burt just grinned even wider and started out of Kurt’s room. “I like him! You can keep him!”
Kurt couldn’t dial Blaine’s number fast enough. “What did you say to him?”
“Nothing!” Blaine exclaimed, laughing. He paused long enough to sigh. “It really was nothing. He loves you and he was worried about you. I tried to make him less worried.”
Kurt groaned and threw his head back against the pillows. “Neither of you are going to tell me anything are you?”
“I got him off your back. You should be thanking me!” Kurt could hear Blaine’s pout in his voice.
“That’s not allowed to be as effective over the phone,” he retorted, because that was so unfair.
“It definitely is though, right?” Blaine replied, and he was beaming now, Kurt could tell.
“I’m not confirming or denying that statement.” Kurt let his eyes slip shut and sighed, because he knew he was right. “Fine. Thank you. Whatever you did, thank you.”
“There we go,” Blaine said appreciatively. “You’re welcome, Kurt.”
“Special dad privilege though? Really?” he snapped, because sure, his dad had fallen for Blaine’s charm perfectly, but how cheesy.
“See, you’re mocking. Your dad genuinely likes me and you’re making fun of our bro-ness.”
“How can I not mock when you use words like bro-ness?” Kurt teased, but truthfully, deep down, he was grateful that everything had gone smoothly - now if only the rest of the explanations could.
They weren’t that lucky.
Part 3 // Part 5