Fic: Swing Into Flight 2/2
Title Swing Into Flight 2/2
Rating NC-17
Word Count 9,173
Summary Blaine’s heart wants to make promises of more, promises he doesn’t know if he can keep, so he says nothing, simply sliding his lips against Kurt’s again, hoping Kurt understands how he feels. The sex & the aftermath. (Famous!Blaine & high school!Kurt AU. Age difference & all that jazz.)
Notes Thanks to Kerry, Jenny, and Carrie for the hand-holding and talking through and betaing once again.
Part One
It’s just tonight; you just have him tonight. Don’t screw this up. Blaine makes his way across the room, trying to think quickly on his feet. He’s had a few hours with Kurt, a few hours he’s hoping to turn into a few more, and that’s probably all they’ll ever get. Somehow, Kurt must be able to read his mind, because he reiterates that exact point the instant he’s near.
“I just figured I should make good use of this gorgeous man while I have him in front of me,” Kurt explains as he closes the gap between them, tracing his finger over the collar of Blaine’s tee. Blaine’s heart wants to make promises of more, promises he doesn’t know if he can keep, so he says nothing, simply sliding his lips against Kurt’s again, hoping Kurt understands how he feels.
“I think I might have actually gone crazy knowing you were in my shower … naked and wet and beautiful … all by yourself …” Blaine places a kiss at the tender spot next to Kurt’s ear just to watch him grin before stepping around him to go start the water.
Blaine walks into the bathroom and fiddles with the knobs of the shower. The stall is expansive, more than enough room for two, the Roman tub off to the side. He hopes he’s able to convince Kurt to stay the night - it would be nice to lounge in the tub the next day, though he’s sure Kurt and his friends have responsibilities to get back to and parents that are already going to kill them for adding another stop to their road trip. When he turns around, satisfied with the water temperature and pressure, he notices Kurt’s gaze snap up sharply, cheeks flushed and oh, he just caught Kurt staring as he was bent in the shower, didn’t he?
“See something you like?” Blaine asks teasingly as he moves into Kurt’s space, cupping his face to kiss him just so. Kurt seems flustered at first from being called out, but eases into the kiss fast enough. “I know I do,” Blaine ghosts against Kurt’s jaw, noticing how he shivers. He knows he’s being a bit ridiculous, but like Kurt said, it’s prudent to take advantage of the opportunity while it presents itself.
Blaine’s clothes are far easier to remove than Kurt’s, his simple sweatpants and tee and nothing underneath (even the underwear he wears on stage is regulated so sometimes he just doesn’t bother), and Kurt’s barely pulled his own shirt off over his head before he’s stopped to stare. Granted, Blaine’s doing some staring of his own as well, but …
“Oh my god, you don’t wear anything under those sweatpants. I’m never going to have a pure thought about them again.” Kurt’s fingers are frozen on the fly of his jeans, so even though Blaine would love to continue objectifying, he also would like to hurry the process up. He saunters over to where Kurt is standing, tee discarded on the floor, and lets his hand hover over Kurt’s, over the buttons on his jeans.
“May I?” he asks, voice far too sweet for his intentions, and Kurt nods, moving his hand out of the way. He unbuttons all of the buttons and helps Kurt shimmy the pants down his thighs and over his ankles. Kurt bends down to pull them off with his socks, and then Kurt’s standing in only his tight black boxer-briefs (and his cock is already half-hard again, fucking teenagers, Blaine’s mouth starts to water instantly after seeing it encased in Kurt’s underwear, he’s going to be so screwed once it’s out). “God, you’re …”
Kurt tilts his head to the side, eyebrows bunching up. “Have I left you speechless twice tonight?” It’s Blaine’s turn to nod, just once quickly before crashing their lips together. He tries to walk them towards the shower stall, backwards and fumbling without stopping, and Kurt laughs, loud and bright at his attempt. “You’re ridiculous,” he says as they stumble over each other’s feet, Blaine reaching backwards for the glass door for stability.
Blaine grins wickedly once he’s caught himself, reaching for the elastic waistband of Kurt’s boxer-briefs when Kurt blurts out, “I’ve never been naked with anyone before,” and sighs immediately after, his eyes slipping closed. Blaine’s hand stills as he waits, unsure, but then - “I don’t know why I told you that, oh my god.”
“Because it’s a big deal?” Blaine prompts, which is the wrong answer from the way Kurt’s eyes fly open.
“But it’s not. I’m not freaking out or anything. I invited you in here. I’ve done stuff that can theoretically be done naked, it just wasn’t - oh god, are you really going to make me use the phrase ‘shirts on and dicks out’?” Kurt adds at his confused expression, and Blaine can’t help but to burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry, you’re just kind of adorable when you’re freaking out.” Blaine brushes a stray strand of hair off Kurt’s forehead and kisses him, soft and slow.
“I’m not freaking out,” he protests quietly when they part. “Trust me, you’ll know when I’m freaking out.”
“Well, if you’re not freaking out -” Before he can even finish, Kurt’s yanked off his underwear and slid open the glass shower doors, shutting it quickly behind him as he enters so Blaine has to reopen the door himself. “Hey!”
“Didn’t want to let any of the steam out,” Kurt explains, already under the spray of the giant showerhead, though his tone tells Blaine that’s not the real reason at all. Blaine steps in, making a big show of sliding the door tight for that very purpose, and watches as Kurt lathers a washcloth with the body wash Blaine already left on the side earlier. Blaine doesn’t even care if he’s brazen in watching him run the thick, white terry cloth over his smooth, porcelain skin, because no one’s been lucky enough to witness this and he’s revered at the fact. Kurt’s cock is gorgeous, just like he knew it would be, and it’s staying interested enough either from the fact that Blaine’s watching or from the friction from the washcloth or both.
Blaine watches Kurt work the body wash up into a rich, foamy lather over his skin. He watches it run with the water in rivulets down the lines of his back, down the curves of his ass, down his strong thighs and calves. His mouth is still watering; he wants to throw Kurt up against the wall of the shower stall, to kiss him everywhere, to fist his cock until he comes again. He wonders how many times he can make Kurt come tonight. He really needs to convince him to spend the night if only for the recovery time.
“See something you like?” Kurt mimics back to him, and he’s smirking, and Blaine is wrecked. He’s just so wrecked and Kurt knows it.
Kurt quickly washes his hair and goes to wash his face before saying, “You don’t happen to have any face wash handy? I thought I saw some on the sink.” Blaine blinks back at him before nodding and stepping back out, cursing the cool air on his skin as he races to the sink.
Kurt grins at him when he returns. He takes the bottle from him with a soft “thanks,” washing his face thoroughly before reaching for the washcloth and before lathering it up again and pulling Blaine into the spray. “You look like you’re going to need some help,” he says, letting Blaine get wet before starting to lather him up nice and slow. Blaine’s thankful for his earlier orgasm or he might have embarrassed himself from the rough drag of the washcloth over his sensitive skin and the way Kurt’s looking at him with wide eyes and parted, wet lips. Each nerve of his body stands to attention and begs for more, and as sure as he is that Kurt would give an amazing scalp massage, when he’s done lathering him up, he quickly rinses off and washes his own hair. He has other plans.
When Blaine kisses Kurt, it’s dirty from the start, all tongue and teeth, and Kurt backs them up to one of the shower walls with a thud. Blaine kisses his way down his neck and suddenly, feels the need to tell him everything. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous. You turn me on so much, Kurt,” he mutters in between kisses, down further to Kurt’s collarbone, and he hears him gasping above. “I wish you knew how I feel -”
“I do know. I can see it in your face when you look at me,” Kurt says reassuringly. Blaine stops what he’s doing and looks up at Kurt, who just loops an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss, deep and searching. “Let me touch you.”
Blaine’s mouth drops open slightly and all he can do is nod. He’s been hard again since Kurt was rinsing off (who wouldn’t be at that sight?) and when Kurt wraps his hand around him, he almost cries out. As Kurt begins to pump his fist, the steam in the shower begins to dissipate just a little, but everything is still warm and wet where it counts. Blaine mouths at whatever skin he comes into contact with as Kurt holds him close - shoulder, collarbone, neck, and just as Kurt’s really getting into it, twisting his wrist a little on each stroke upward and driving Blaine mad, he asks, “Tell me what you want to do to me? What you would do if you really had the time.”
“Oh god, Kurt,” Blaine moans, and his hips thrust forward involuntarily through the circle of Kurt’s fist. “I-I want to kiss you everywhere. All of your beautiful skin. It’s all I could think about when you were rubbing the washcloth all over your body. How good you must taste. How amazing your cock would feel in my mouth.” Kurt’s grip tightens and quickens at Blaine’s last line. He wonders if anyone has ever blown him before, whimpering at the thought. Blaine can feel himself getting close, can feel the familiar tightening within, which seems far, far too soon, but he can’t really think about that right now. He closes his eyes and focuses on the sweet pull of Kurt’s hand back and forth on his cock, the special attention being paid to the head, and he finally asks brokenly, “I get to touch you next, right? Please, please, please -”
“Yeah,” Kurt breathes out, running his thumb over the head of Blaine’s cock to spread the precome down his length before adding, “I’d let you do all that other stuff too, you know.”
Blaine comes almost instantly and there is no way Kurt is leaving before he finds a way to make that happen. His head is still spinning when he reaches between them to return the favor, his grip firm and sure from the start. He delights in the loud groan that escapes Kurt’s lips at his touch, and by whispering just a bit more detail in his ear, Kurt’s pulsing over his hand in no time.
After washing themselves off a second time, Blaine makes the sacrifice to leave the warmth of the shower and get them towels to dry off with. They keep stealing glances at each other as they stand on the tile floor and pat themselves dry, and finally, Kurt breaks the silence as he wraps his towel around his waist, asking, “I believe you said I could borrow some of your clothes?”
Blaine heads to the closet to grab two pairs of sweatpants and two tees. He’s not sure who does it (it probably varies), but Susan has someone unpack his suitcase at each stop. It’s a nice touch when he’s on the road for so long.
He walks out into the main area of the hotel room to find Kurt checking his phone. A glance at the clock on the nightstand tells him it’s nearing three. “Thank you,” Kurt says to him as he takes the clothes, smiling softly. They both pull on the items, and when Blaine turns back to him, his breath hitches. Kurt’s a little broader in the shoulders than he is, so the tee is pulling, and there’s a little strip of his stomach showing, and oh god, no, there’s just no way he’s sending him back out into the world tonight.
“So,” Kurt says, smiling a little wider, phone still in hand. “You’re probably exhausted and want me to -”
Blaine’s eyes are still transfixed on the skin showing between the shirt and sweatpants. He wants to lick and bite it badly and when Kurt starts going on about how exhausted Blaine must be, he starts at the same time, saying, “I don’t know if I can let you leave dressed like that.”
Kurt doesn’t even finish his sentence, just raises an eyebrow as if he’s perplexed. “Oh really now?”
“Yeah.” Blaine walks over to him and traces two fingers along his abdomen, right where there’s not enough shirt to cover. “You look so much better in my clothes than I do. I think I need to drag you to my bed, finally, and do all the things to you I told you I wanted to and somehow convince you that you need to stay until morning. I mean, it’s already going to be morning in a few hours anyway.”
Kurt blinks and looks away, as if he’s contemplating before trying not to grin and saying, “Isn’t - isn’t checkout like ten am? Quinn was worried about that. We have to drive back to Lima tomorrow and it doesn’t matter when we get back, but I have to do the driving and I should probably get some sleep.”
“Kurt,” Blaine replies, trying not to laugh. “Do you really think they’re going to kick anyone on this floor out at ten am? We technically have all the rooms tomorrow night too. The band and dancers are all still out, and I know they’re not back yet, we would have heard them. They’ll probably sleep in until three pm. If you don’t have to be back, no one is going to kick you out.”
“Oh,” Kurt says slowly, obviously processing the information. “Well, I don’t have any of my stuff.”
Blaine grins, because he’s got an answer for everything. “What do you need? You’ve got clothes to sleep in, you’re already clean, so besides maybe a toothbrush which I’m sure I could wrangle up for you ...”
Kurt just stares at him incredulously. “Blaine, where are you going to find a toothbrush at three am?”
He simply wiggles his eyebrows in response and heads towards the phone on the desk in the corner. What’s the point of being famous if you don’t get to take advantage of the perks?
He dials zero for the front desk and someone picks up promptly. “Good evening, Mr. Anderson! This is Judy, what can I assist you with?”
“Good evening, Judy! I’m so sorry for bothering you so late. I do hope you’re having a fine evening,” Blaine says with as much charm as he can muster, hopping up on the desk so he can face Kurt as he talks on the phone. He gives him a wink, and Kurt just shakes his head in disbelief.
“I can’t complain, and don’t apologize, sir.” He can hear the smile in her voice and he knows it won’t be a problem at all getting what he needs.
“Well, you see, it’s kind of silly, but I had an unfortunate mishap with my toothbrush and the toilet and was wondering if you happened to have any more on hand? If not, do you know if there’s a drugstore nearby?”
Kurt stares at him like he’s insane then, probably because he’s thinking he’d go down the hall to his own room and wake his friends to get his stuff before traipsing through Cleveland to find a drugstore for a stupid toothbrush, but that’s not the point. This lovely woman is not going to make him go to a drugstore. She’ll find someone on staff to go to a drugstore first.
Judy chuckles softly before saying, “Oh, I’m sure we can track one down for you somewhere. I can’t leave the front desk but let me page the housekeeping manager and see what we can do.”
“Thank you so much, Judy! It’s no rush. I’ll be up for a little bit, so take your time.” He smiles sweetly at Kurt as he cradles the phone back in its holder, crooking his finger in Kurt’s direction and motioning for him to come to where he’s still sitting on the edge of the desk. He hooks his ankles around the back of Kurt’s thighs, pulling him so they’re flush against each other.
“Now see, what else could you possibly need? Whatever it is, I’m sure we can work it out. You’re not going to leave me here with two toothbrushes, are you?” Kurt’s staring at him silently, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly. Blaine’s pretty sure he’s got him, but he needs to be sure.
“Okay, bringing out the big guns. Plus, if you decide to leave and I don’t get to do this, I’ll be thinking about it for weeks …” Blaine hops off the desk and drops to his knees, and Kurt looks a little startled at first, like he doesn’t know where Blaine’s going with this. The sweatpants are still slung low across his hips so there’s plenty of skin for him to taste, and Blaine just can’t help it. He flattens his tongue against the taut muscles of Kurt’s stomach, running his mouth slowly across, dipping it into the crease that’s just starting to peek out on the side. Kurt gasps sharply and tangles a hand in Blaine’s damp curls, and yeah, somehow Blaine thinks he’s being pretty convincing.
“I - I should text Mercedes and Quinn so they don’t worry.” Blaine grins against the soft flesh of his abdomen and squeezes at the sharp angle of his hip before standing so that they’re [[at]] eye level.
“Seriously, though, if there’s anything else you need, let me know. I’ll do anything to make you happy,” Blaine adds, locking eyes with him before sealing his promise with a kiss, which turns into more than just one. They both jump when they hear a knock on the door, and Blaine’s pretty sure it’s the quickest toothbrush delivery in the history of toothbrush deliveries.
He rushes to the door, thanking the housekeeping manager profusely for bringing it up on such short notice and at such a late hour. After closing the door, locking the deadbolt and hooking the safety chain, he turns back around to see Kurt messing with his phone again.
“It’s almost dead, but I can just turn it off and turn it back on in the morning. I have a car charger and can just charge it on the drive.” He finishes typing and looks up to meet Blaine’s eye and grin at him, letting him know he has his full attention once more.
“You have an iPhone, right?” He’s already seen that Kurt has one, but he asks to be polite. When Kurt nods, he continues. “Me too. I have an extra charger, give me a second.” He walks over to his messenger bag that’s on the floor by the desk and pulls out two long white cords. “Once you leave one in a hotel room, you travel with two just in case.”
He plugs both of them into the outlets on the desk lamp and grabs his own phone off the coffee table to charge it before holding out his hand for Kurt’s. As he’s plugging Kurt’s phone in to charge, a text notification lights up the screen as it vibrates simultaneously - Mercedes Jones GET IT BOY!!!!!!!
Blaine can’t help grinning and laughing a bit and Kurt looks mildly horrified. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I’m sorry!”
Kurt grabs the phone back and starts blushing the instant he reads it, his cheeks tinged pink, the flush spreading down his neck. “I didn’t tell them anything, I swear. I just told them I wouldn’t be back to the room until the morning and we didn’t have to worry about rushing out.”
“You can tell them whatever you want,” Blaine replies, still chuckling as Kurt types out a response. He swats at Kurt’s rear end with the toothbrush package before turning and saying, “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”
Blaine’s running a little bit of gel through his hair when Kurt joins him in the bathroom (he doesn’t want to wake up with a frizzy mess, but he’s not going overboard), and he rinses his hands before reaching for his facial moisturizer. “Do you mind if I use some?” Kurt asks, reaching for the tub as he approaches the sink. “I’m also missing my nightly skin care ritual, but like you said, it’s almost morning, so this will have to do.”
“What’s mine is yours,” Blaine says, winking at Kurt’s reflection in the mirror as he grabs his tube of toothpaste from his toiletry bag. They brush their teeth in silence, stealing glances at each other in the mirror, and after so many weeks in hotel rooms, so many weeks of the same thing and being alone over and over again, the simple act of brushing his teeth with someone else is pulling at Blaine’s heartstrings.
Moisturized and refreshed, with both toothbrushes situated in the complimentary glasses, the two leave the bathroom and climb into bed. Blaine pulls back the covers and god, it feels amazing to finally lean against the pillows; it’s a good thing he’s still completely enthralled by Kurt or he could fall asleep instantly. “I’m really glad I stayed,” Kurt says quietly, laying down on his side and reaching out to bring Blaine closer to him.
“Me too, I’m really, really glad,” Blaine replies, burying his face against Kurt’s neck and breathing him in deep, trying to commit his scent to memory. The shirt he gave Kurt has a v-neck, so he noses his way down, planting kisses as he goes and running a hand up underneath the hem, along the muscles of Kurt’s stomach that he’s already had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with. He tilts his gaze up questioningly, and Kurt laughs.
“God, you move fast.” Blaine wants to reply that nothing following will be fast, he’s going to take all the time in the world, but before he can respond, Kurt’s raising his arms and yanking off his shirt and toying at the hem of Blaine’s as well. “You too,” he adds with a slight smile, and Blaine can’t fault him for wanting to see as well.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Blaine says, voice dripping with honey as he rolls Kurt on his back, “we can slow things down.”
Kurt’s eyes are trained on his lips, so he ducks down to kiss him, slow and deliberate just like he promised. They kiss until their lips are oversensitive, until Kurt is gasping below him for more, and finally, Kurt pulls his head back so Blaine misses his lips and hits his chin instead. “Blaine, please.”
Blaine trails over to Kurt’s ear, sucking the lobe in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “Mmm, thought there was some concern about moving too fast.” Kurt’s hips buck as he continues to tease it, rolling it between his teeth. God, he can’t get over how responsive Kurt’s body is. He’s only just begun.
In an effort to appease him, since Kurt just lets out a frustrated whine at his comment, Blaine skips over most of the skin he’s already toyed with, making a beeline for Kurt’s right nipple, capturing it in his mouth. Kurt arches off the bed for more, breathing out sharply, and Blaine’s mouth forms a grin as his tongue flattens to lave against the nub that’s quickly forming. His thumb catches on Kurt’s left, rolling it between his forefinger, and this time, when Kurt’s hips jolt, he can feel his cock hard against his thigh. Blaine groans at the contact, Kurt’s nipple still between his lips, sending vibrations over his skin, and Kurt ruts against his thigh again, groaning himself.
This is going to be over far too soon, far before Blaine gets his lips around Kurt’s gorgeous cock, so as much as it pains him to move on, he pushes gently at Kurt’s hip, keeping him planted on the bed as he makes his way down his stomach, closer to his intended goal. He’s nosing just above Kurt’s waistband, where he already lavished attention earlier, and he hums a bit as he unties the drawstring of the sweatpants with his teeth (which he knows is totally a dorky move, and Kurt’s eyebrow raising in disdain tells Blaine he thinks so too, but he can’t resist).
“So,” Blaine starts as he eases the sweatpants down over Kurt’s hips and thighs, finally exposing his perfect cock as it bobs back towards his stomach. Now that Blaine is far closer than he was in the shower, he definitely stands by the gorgeous comment, long and thick and so hard again already. “So,” Blaine repeats, sighing deeply to commit Kurt’s scent to memory even more.
“So,” Kurt mimics, cupping Blaine’s cheek to bring his attention upwards to his face. “Less talking.”
“More sucking?” Blaine counters, curling his lips up playfully, and Kurt laughs as he drops his hand to the bed.
“You said it, not me.” He breathes in sharply as Blaine runs his tongue over his lips, wetting them thoroughly, before kissing down the shaft. He continues kissing along the length, letting his tongue dart out to trail over prominent veins and ridges, and above him, Kurt’s muttering broken off phrases like, “Oh, oh,” and “god.” Blaine glances up, and he’s thrown an arm across his eyes, peeking out from underneath it every so often to steal a glimpse, as if watching and feeling is far too much.
“You should watch,” Blaine says as he pulls his mouth off the base of Kurt’s cock, his voice coming out a bit gravely. He hears a thump to the mattress, Kurt throwing his arm down, and Blaine locks eyes with him as he takes the head of his cock in his mouth, just for a few seconds before he has to look down and focus on what he’s doing. In those few seconds though, Blaine can see the immediate pleasure wash over Kurt when he wraps his lips around the head, knows how good he’s making it for Kurt, how good he hopes it feels.
Kurt’s cock feels amazing in his mouth, a warm and solid weight on his tongue. He stretches his lips wider and takes him down further, nice and slow, and Kurt’s not saying anything anymore, just gasping and moaning, and it’s like music to Blaine’s ears, egging him on. He starts to work a little faster, licking and sucking with more vigor until he finds a rhythm, bringing his hand from Kurt’s hip to wrap around the base and stroke in time with his mouth.
“Oh, B-Blaine, Blaine.” If Kurt’s moans were music to his ears, the chanting of his name is the crescendo, something within him twisting hotly at each breathy utterance despite the aching of his jaw and the itching of his fingers. Kurt’s thighs are shaking underneath him and Blaine wants to tell him to not hold back, to just let go, but that would involve him stopping what he’s doing and there’s no way that’s happening. So, he just takes Kurt deeper, faster, ignoring how messy things are getting, the way saliva is dripping everywhere. He can tell when Kurt gets close, because he starts to squirm, like he can’t figure out if he should pull away from Blaine’s mouth, but Blaine’s not going to let that happen. Kurt whines his name one last time, horribly broken and it’s his turn to be completely wrecked. Blaine’s not even sure how Kurt’s able to have any come left, after three orgasms in so many hours, but he sucks down every bit all the same, marveling in amazement at the human body (and more specifically, Kurt’s gorgeous one).
“You’re kind of incredible,” Kurt whispers as Blaine crawls up to lay next to him. “I keep thinking I must have just hit my head on the way to the show and I’m really in the hospital somewhere and this is all some elaborate dream.”
Blaine grins then, big enough that his cheeks puff out and his teeth show, and he doesn’t know where Kurt’s line is on post-blowjob kisses (or even if he has one), but he kind of needs to kiss him. He keeps it brief, and suddenly Kurt’s grinning too. “Nope, I’m just as real as you are, swear.”
Kurt wraps a hand around Blaine’s neck to bring him close enough to brush their lips together again, humming happily, and Blaine hums back, saying, “If you’re tired, we can just go to bed. Like you said, you should get some sleep and I really don’t know if I can come again.”
Kurt laughs sharply. “You make it sound like you’re an old man. You’re twenty-two,” he says, blushing slightly, probably at the fact that he just gave away the fact that he knows Blaine’s age. “Plus, where’s the fun in that?” Kurt brings his free hand to Blaine’s chest, pointing a finger at his ribcage. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
Blaine’s pretty exhausted. He hears faint laughing and stumbling in the hall, signaling the arrival of his band mates, which means it’s late. Still, despite his exhaustion, he’s got adrenaline pumping through his veins due to the beautiful creature in front of him and how is he supposed to resist that? “Yeah?” Kurt offers him a coy smile and kisses him again, and Blaine has to admit, he’s driving a pretty hard bargain.
Their kisses are languid and easy, already having discovered what the other likes after a few short hours together. Blaine would be stupid to turn down anything Kurt offers him, and when Kurt stifles a yawn, Blaine tries to ignore it just as he does. Kurt makes his way down Blaine’s neck and collarbone, slow and lazy, and he’s sucking an angry mark at the crook of his neck something fierce when he stills.
Blaine slowly opens his eyes to find Kurt breathing steadily on top of him. “Hey,” he says quietly, rubbing a hand over Kurt’s arm, and he jolts awake.
“Oh my god, what am I doing falling asleep when you’re right in front of me?” he blurts out, sounding actually offended at himself, and Blaine chuckles.
“Hey, I’m falling asleep here too. I was just going to suffer through it because you’re amazing. Really amazing.” Blaine kisses Kurt once more as if to prove his point. “I think we both need to get some sleep though. It doesn’t take away from the fact that tonight was perfect.”
“Yeah?” The way Kurt’s face lights up at Blaine’s mention of perfect is one of the best moments of the night. “Okay,” he concedes, sitting up to grab the sweatpants and tee, tossing Blaine his shirt.
“We could still cuddle if you want,” Blaine says, hoping he doesn’t sound too eager, but he honestly can’t remember the last time he cuddled with someone, fell asleep with someone holding him or holding someone close.
“That sounds like a wonderful end to the evening,” Kurt replies softly as he pulls his tee over his head. After some discussion about who should go where, Kurt ends up pressed against Blaine’s back, his breath tickling the hairs on his neck and his arm looped around his waist, their hands intertwined. “Goodnight, Blaine.” Blaine wants to answer, to tell Kurt goodnight, but he’s so warm and safe and close to drifting off, he simply lets himself drift.
***
The next morning, Blaine’s mind wakes up before the rest of him. He realizes he rolled over at some point during the night, and Kurt’s arm isn’t securely around his waist anymore. He has a momentary bout of panic wondering if Kurt snuck out while he slept, but he can’t send the signal to his brain to open his eyes to check. When his eyelids finally decide to flutter open, he finds Kurt propped up on his elbow staring back at him with tiniest smile on his face, as if he’s been caught once again. “Mmmm, could stand to wake up next to you more often,” Blaine murmurs, crawling closer so he can bury his head in Kurt’s chest and the fabric of his tee shirt. “Have you been up long?”
“Not too long. The girls are restless.” Kurt pouts at him, his lower lip jutting out and Blaine has to resist the urge to pull it into his own mouth. “I had a pretty nice view until you woke up, though. That sounds creepy, me watching you sleep, but I’m owning it.”
“Not creepy at all. I’m sure I would have done the same thing.” Blaine places a smacking kiss to Kurt’s neck before pulling back to look at the clock. It’s approaching noon - no wonder the girls have been on Kurt’s case. “Oh god, I’m sorry for sleeping so long. Sometimes that happens with so many shows in a row … and you kind of did wear me out.” He crawls up Kurt’s body further to kiss his cheek in apology and Kurt just grins and sighs simultaneously. He knows Kurt has to get moving, so he reaches for his hands to drag them both out of bed. “Come on, let’s go brush our teeth so I can kiss you properly.”
After remedying that fact, Blaine leans across the sink to cup Kurt’s cheek and pull him close, and it must catch him off guard because he hears a tiny gasp escape Kurt’s lips before he covers them with his. Their lips glide over each other and their tongues slip alongside and it’s too bad both of them have responsibilities, because Blaine could lose another day to kissing.
“I suppose we should get cleaned up,” Blaine finally says, regrettably breaking away. He runs the shower, and while it’s not the luxurious bath he hoped for, stealing kisses while they soap each other up isn’t half bad either.
Blaine goes to grab them new clothes to change into, but Kurt says not to bother for him since he’s just going down the hall. He can just throw on the clothes he slept in because he’ll change into something when he gets to his room. Blaine pulls on jeans and a polo. He’s driving back to Westerville tonight to see his parents and to see some of his friends from Dalton. They’ve all just graduated from college, so Nick is throwing a party at his house and made sure to pick a day Blaine could attend, even if it is a Monday. He’ll change once he’s at home, but his outfit works just fine for the quick drive after his debrief with Susan.
Blaine walks back out from the closet to find Kurt and takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he’s about to ask next. He’s been toying with the idea all morning, trying to figure out what to do, but he just can’t let Kurt walk out the door without any way to contact him. Not after the lengths he went to track him down. “Hey, can I see your phone?”
Kurt looks at him curiously, but hands it over. “Yours hasn’t really shut up all morning either. I didn’t pry, but someone’s looking for you. It almost vibrated off the table.” Blaine grimaces before clicking on Kurt’s contacts and adding his number under the name Blaine Devon.
“There.” He hands the phone back to Kurt before saying, “You don’t have to give me yours if you don’t want to, but now you have my number. You can call or text anytime, or just forget I exist, whatever.”
Kurt just stares at him in disbelief, before saying softly, “As if I could forget you exist.” He reaches out for Blaine’s hand and grips it tightly. “Plus, I mean, you’re kind of everywhere right now.”
They share a laugh, and Kurt calls Blaine’s phone from his. “There, now you have mine too.” Blaine walks over to the desk, unplugging his phone from the wall and noticing the missed call, as well as a multitude of texts from Susan, talking about how plans for the week had changed and was he really still sleeping or was he just still with his boytoy?
“You probably need to go,” Blaine says sadly as he sets his phone back down on the desk. Susan can wait another five minutes. Kurt nods, his expression matching Blaine’s tone, and when he walks over, Blaine envelops him in a tight hug. “I’m not saying goodbye to you. We have each other’s numbers. Please promise me you won’t be a stranger? Because the last fifteen hours have been incredible, Kurt.”
“I promise,” Kurt replies instantly before saying all of the things left unsaid with one last kiss which may not be a goodbye kiss, but it certainly feels like one. Blaine watches from the doorway as Kurt walk down the hall in Blaine’s sweatpants and his boots, carrying his clothes from last night and his jacket draped over a shoulder, and when he’s halfway down, he turns around, grinning, to blow him a kiss and a wave. There’s a spring in his step the rest of the way down the hall and, oh, how Blaine wishes he could be a fly on the wall for the conversation he’s about to have.
When Blaine walks back in, he’s still smiling pretty hard himself and he sees his clothes from last night still in a pile on the bathroom floor. He decides he should probably pick them up before they get all damp from the steam in the room, and when he does, he realizes they’re not the ones he wore last night. They’re the ones Kurt wore, which means Kurt left wearing the ones he wore last night.
He picks them up quickly, bringing the tee shirt to his nose and breathing in deeply, and sure enough, it smells exactly like the wonderful, gorgeous boy he woke up to this morning.
It turns out he should add brilliani to the list of adjectives he uses to describe Kurt.
***
“My god, I was about to send out a search party,” Susan exclaims when she opens her hotel room door and ushers Blaine in. “And I hate to break it to you, but your four days off turned into about twenty hours at this point because we’re on a flight to New York at ten am tomorrow. Pink cancelled on Jimmy Fallon, so you’re filling in, and Dayna is seeing what other press stuff she can throw together for Wednesday for a last minute push before the East Coast dates. I’m sorry,” she huffs, finally seeing Blaine’s distraught face. “I made sure you’d be in Westerville tonight though and it seems as if last night went well?”
She’s smirking at him as she zeroes in on his neck and Blaine swallows thickly. He hadn’t really taken a good look at himself in the mirror earlier. He’d still been in Kurt’s presence while he was in the bathroom, which was a distraction to say the least. “‘Well’ is an understatement,” he finally says, and she laughs.
“I’ll have to see if Lauryn can find you something to wear tomorrow with a scarf.”
Susan walks over to the desk to grab the itinerary for Blaine, who just retorts, “I was supposed to have four days before going back in public!”
Blaine rushes back to his room to do the quickest pack job ever with his abbreviated vacation time, hoping Susan will check the room again before she leaves. It’s a little over two hours to Westerville, and if he leaves soon, he might be able to make it there before rush hour hits. His stomach is also reminding him he hasn’t eaten anything in close to twenty-four hours and it’s not entirely happy about that fact.
Finally at two, he’s throwing his bags in the rental car and locating the nearest Starbucks on his phone for a latte and a sandwich. Blaine wonders if Kurt’s already halfway to Lima now, or if he and the girls stopped for lunch so they could grill him on everything. He calls his mother to inform her that unfortunately, he’s just joining them for dinner this visit. She’s sounds disappointed for a moment, but then launches into her usual bright cheeriness and mentions that she and Blaine’s father are just happy to see him at all.
He tries not to spend the whole two hour drive thinking about a boy who he spent just over twelve hours with, half of which were sleeping hours. He can’t let some boy turn his whole life upside down.
It doesn’t work.
***
Blaine is the last to arrive at Nick’s. Since he’s not seeing his parents again, his visit takes longer than expected, his dad showing him every little home renovation project he’s been working on since his last stop through Westerville and his mom going on and on about her new treadmill. He loves his family but it certainly isn’t a stretch to see where Cooper gets his self-centeredness from.
He knocks on the door and Nick’s mom opens it, greeting him with a giant hug. “You look good, Blaine,” she says, smiling and patting him on the cheek. “I worry about you. All of you boys, but especially you. You work so hard.”
“I have a little bit of a break coming up. Maybe I’ll come home for a few weeks, it’s been a while.”
She beams back at him. “I know your parents would enjoy that. Now, go on, the boys are all in the basement. I’m headed up to my room. I was just waiting until you got here.”
When Blaine makes his way down the basement stairs, he hears the shouts and the clatter, Nick’s “fucking finally” and Thad’s exclamation of his name. These are boys that were there for him when he was a lost fifteen year old at Dalton and that were there for him when he was nineteen and didn’t know if he wanted this life anymore; boys that he doesn’t have to have pretenses around and can be his real self.
He felt himself letting his guard down and being his real self around Kurt. That should scare him but it doesn’t.
There’s hugs and teasing about the rock star showing up late and then Jeff’s asking him if he needs a drink, because they’ve obviously started without him and he needs to catch up. “You have no idea how badly I need a drink,” Blaine replies with a laugh, running a hand through his hair.
Jeff presses a very light looking vodka cranberry in his hand that must be mostly vodka. “You didn’t go out with everyone last night? I saw Iris tweeting up a storm.” Blaine hasn’t had a chance to check twitter, but Iris is his drummer and she tends to get tweet happy after a few drinks.
“Does he look like he was out drinking last night? Blaine looks like he was otherwise preoccupied to me,” Nick teases, and Blaine blushes at his words. He finally caught a good look at himself in the bathroom at his parents’ and there are two prominent marks visible on his neck. He’s pretty sure he feels another one on his collarbone under his shirt.
“Good for you, Blaine! I always say you don’t get laid enough for being a rock star,” Thad proclaims, and oh, he is not having this conversation with them.
“Guys, you know I’m not really a rock star,” Blaine deflects. He’s a pop star at most. “Enough about me! I want to know everything, graduation and jobs and everything I’ve missed.” He hasn’t seen anyone since Christmas, so it’s bound to keep everyone preoccupied.
Hours later Blaine’s … well, he’s definitely drunk, but he’s not sloppy. He knows he has to leave at eight for the airport; he knows better by now. Becoming a singing sensation at eighteen taught him a lot about alcohol tolerance very quickly. He and Trent are sitting on the floor, nursing their last drink. Trent’s going to school in Boston, going on to get his masters in … something in the social sciences? He wants to teach. Blaine was fed a lot of information and a lot of alcohol all at once. “You’re happy, Trent? I mean, you’re always happy, but?”
Trent grins his signature grin at Blaine. “You know it. And you? You seem happier tonight than you have lately.” Blaine looks at him questioningly and he continues. “I saw you on Ellen a few weeks ago and you seemed … tired. And Ellen’s like me, happy all the time, pretty infectious. I know touring takes a lot out of you, but tonight you seem really happy. Invigorated.” Trent leans over closer to Blaine to whisper, as if he’s telling him a secret, clapping a hand over his shoulder. “All I’m saying is that if something or someone is responsible for that change, you should hold on to that.”
Blaine blinks back at Trent. “You always know all the right things to say, Trent.” He might have three crazy weeks ahead of him, but he certainly has some thinking to do in his downtime.
***
What Blaine realizes on his flight to New York is that he doesn’t necessarily have to make the first move. He gave Kurt his number first - and maybe he can coax a little contact out of him.
(Hey, if he’s stuck doing press the next two days, at least he can have a little fun with it. And yes, realistically the mature thing to do probably would have been just to text Kurt, but it seems too soon, and he has no idea what he’s doing.)
So, he tweets all goddamn day. He tweets about flying to New York to do Fallon. He makes Rob take a photo of him and Susan next to a sign in the Columbus airport so he can tweet that, and Susan looks perpetually annoyed. He tweets about loving New York. When they get to NBC, he takes a close up photo of his face and the name on his dressing room, and it’s a little grainy, but you can partially see the hickeys on his neck. He thinks about retaking it, but he tweets it anyway, because he’s evil. His fans probably think it’s the best day ever and Kurt Hummel probably hates him.
That totally wasn’t his intent. But as the day goes on with no contact, he realizes how silly the whole thing was and he probably should have just texted Kurt to begin with. Now it just seems like it’ll be even sillier.
Blaine goes out to dinner with some friends who live in the city, friends he met through the industry who are nice enough but he’s not in the mood to be on tonight. He makes it back to his hotel room in time to catch his interview and flicks on the TV.
On the TV screen, Jimmy asks him about his time back in Ohio, and Blaine watches himself light up at the question. God, Trent was right. He’s so obvious. “I mean, anyone who knows my story knows I didn’t have the best time growing up. But even still, Ohio’s my home and always will be. Whenever I go back to play shows there, it’s always really rewarding for me because I always meet so many people that touch my heart, so many people I can relate to on a personal level. I’ve lived in LA for four years now and it’s just nice to have that still, you know? To have that connection, that connection with someone who can really understand where you’re coming from.”
“Yeah, totally,” Jimmy says, nodding. “It sounds like Ohio was good to you.”
“Ohio was! But this whole tour really has …” Blaine grins, glad that he caught himself before getting too off track. He picks up his phone, opening the contacts to Kurt Hummel and letting his finger hover over the ‘send message’ button to bring him to the new text window from his contacts.
In the end, he tosses his phone on the table in the corner of his hotel room, messages unsent, and grabs the v-neck shirt out of his luggage that still reminds him of two nights ago, throwing it on the pillow next to him and falling asleep wishing he wasn’t alone in his bed.
***
It’s two weeks later before he finally talks to Susan, back in New York after playing Madison Square Garden. He’s nursing a rum and Coke from the mini bar in her hotel room and she’s getting annoyed with his presence. “You obviously have something you want to talk about or you wouldn’t be hovering,” she says with a sigh, throwing down her tablet and taking the glasses off her face.
“I think I’m going to go back to Ohio for a bit when the tour’s over for a few weeks. Have a little staycation. Maybe try and see Kurt.” She quirks an eyebrow at him like she can see through his bullshit.
“There’s the kicker. Why are you asking my permission? You want me to dig up dirt on the kid and make sure he’s not some crazed fan? Oh fuck, he’s not eighteen, is he?” She raises her fingers to her temples and rubs, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar for herself.
“He will be in ten or eleven months?” At this, Susan puts down the half-empty can of Coke, and opts for drinking the whiskey straight. “I think the bigger problem is that he’s still in high school. He, ah, is only going to be a junior next year.”
“Jesus, Blaine.” She knocks back her drink and Blaine realizes his is empty. He heads to the mini bar and grabs them two more bottles. Why do mini bars insist on having such small bottles? “Do you think he’s in for secrecy?”
“I didn’t really ask him,” Blaine says, topping off their glasses. “I … I don’t know what he’s in for.”
“Blaine.” Susan laughs at him and tucks an errant curl behind his ear and days like this, she reminds him of the sister he never had. There’s a little dash of Cooper’s sparkle in her eyes, the part of Cooper he holds dear. “Do you really think he’s going to turn you down? If this is what you really want, we’ll figure it out. You know I’m here to fix whatever you’re honest with me about.”
Blaine says nothing, and she pats him on the cheek, giving him a smile. “I could put together a backstory in case it all comes out, plant some seeds. He’s from Ohio, right? Maybe your dads know each other. Old family friends. It’ll go with all that bullshit you spewed on Fallon. What? Like I didn’t know that was for him.”
Blaine sucks on an ice cube, staring her down. There’s no point in trying to deny it, she knows him too well after four years together. She’s watched him grow up and become who he is today. She only wants him to be happy. “We said we’d keep in contact but neither one of us has contacted each other.”
“That’s because you’re both clueless morons and you communicate better in person. Come on,” she says, nudging their glasses together as she leans over the table. “Three more shows and you can go get your boy.”
***
It’s late when the final show in Boston finally ends. They run long and the band coaxes Blaine to do a special encore, and there’s an after party at some swanky bar afterward to celebrate the tour completion. The band and his backup singers and dancers and the crew have really become his family over the last few months, and as glad as he is to have some time off, he’s going to miss all of their smiling faces greeting him day in and day out. He’s glad to have a night to celebrate them.
Finally around two, there’s enough of a lull for Blaine to steal a few moments for himself. He finds a table in a corner and pulls out his phone, checking his tweets multiple times for typos since he’s been drinking. what a beautiful end to a tour, Boston! thank you to everyone who made this tour special I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! followed by sorry for getting sappy on you, there’s just a lotta love in this room tonight & I had to share it :)
He then finishes his drink, takes a deep breath, and finds Kurt’s name in his contacts. He doesn’t expect him to be up, but he sends the text anyway, before he loses his nerve. Have a little time off coming up. Thinking about spending it in Ohio. Know anyone that information might interest? He takes another breath and sends another one, because enough beating around the bush. (By which I mean, I’d really like to take you out to dinner sometime.)
His drummer, Iris, walks by, noticing his drink is empty and he’s not dancing and pouts at him. “I’m going to the bathroom and when I get back this whole scene is gonna change!” She twirls and Blaine laughs, about to pocket his phone and forget about his boy drama when he sees a notification pop up.
I have no idea why you’d want to do that, but I certainly can’t complain. I might be able to squeeze you into my busy schedule. :) And then if things couldn’t get any better, (By which I mean, yes. Definitely yes.)
Blaine just grins stupidly at his phone and is still doing so when Iris returns. “You look like you’ve won the lottery, boy,” she says gleefully, throwing her arm around his shoulders.
“I have,” Blaine responds, putting his phone away, because he certainly doesn’t need money. He lets Iris lead him out to the throngs of people dancing away, because he’s got a ticket on the next plane out to Ohio and a date with Kurt Hummel and a song in his heart, and that’s everything he could ever need.
Rating NC-17
Word Count 9,173
Summary Blaine’s heart wants to make promises of more, promises he doesn’t know if he can keep, so he says nothing, simply sliding his lips against Kurt’s again, hoping Kurt understands how he feels. The sex & the aftermath. (Famous!Blaine & high school!Kurt AU. Age difference & all that jazz.)
Notes Thanks to Kerry, Jenny, and Carrie for the hand-holding and talking through and betaing once again.
Part One
It’s just tonight; you just have him tonight. Don’t screw this up. Blaine makes his way across the room, trying to think quickly on his feet. He’s had a few hours with Kurt, a few hours he’s hoping to turn into a few more, and that’s probably all they’ll ever get. Somehow, Kurt must be able to read his mind, because he reiterates that exact point the instant he’s near.
“I just figured I should make good use of this gorgeous man while I have him in front of me,” Kurt explains as he closes the gap between them, tracing his finger over the collar of Blaine’s tee. Blaine’s heart wants to make promises of more, promises he doesn’t know if he can keep, so he says nothing, simply sliding his lips against Kurt’s again, hoping Kurt understands how he feels.
“I think I might have actually gone crazy knowing you were in my shower … naked and wet and beautiful … all by yourself …” Blaine places a kiss at the tender spot next to Kurt’s ear just to watch him grin before stepping around him to go start the water.
Blaine walks into the bathroom and fiddles with the knobs of the shower. The stall is expansive, more than enough room for two, the Roman tub off to the side. He hopes he’s able to convince Kurt to stay the night - it would be nice to lounge in the tub the next day, though he’s sure Kurt and his friends have responsibilities to get back to and parents that are already going to kill them for adding another stop to their road trip. When he turns around, satisfied with the water temperature and pressure, he notices Kurt’s gaze snap up sharply, cheeks flushed and oh, he just caught Kurt staring as he was bent in the shower, didn’t he?
“See something you like?” Blaine asks teasingly as he moves into Kurt’s space, cupping his face to kiss him just so. Kurt seems flustered at first from being called out, but eases into the kiss fast enough. “I know I do,” Blaine ghosts against Kurt’s jaw, noticing how he shivers. He knows he’s being a bit ridiculous, but like Kurt said, it’s prudent to take advantage of the opportunity while it presents itself.
Blaine’s clothes are far easier to remove than Kurt’s, his simple sweatpants and tee and nothing underneath (even the underwear he wears on stage is regulated so sometimes he just doesn’t bother), and Kurt’s barely pulled his own shirt off over his head before he’s stopped to stare. Granted, Blaine’s doing some staring of his own as well, but …
“Oh my god, you don’t wear anything under those sweatpants. I’m never going to have a pure thought about them again.” Kurt’s fingers are frozen on the fly of his jeans, so even though Blaine would love to continue objectifying, he also would like to hurry the process up. He saunters over to where Kurt is standing, tee discarded on the floor, and lets his hand hover over Kurt’s, over the buttons on his jeans.
“May I?” he asks, voice far too sweet for his intentions, and Kurt nods, moving his hand out of the way. He unbuttons all of the buttons and helps Kurt shimmy the pants down his thighs and over his ankles. Kurt bends down to pull them off with his socks, and then Kurt’s standing in only his tight black boxer-briefs (and his cock is already half-hard again, fucking teenagers, Blaine’s mouth starts to water instantly after seeing it encased in Kurt’s underwear, he’s going to be so screwed once it’s out). “God, you’re …”
Kurt tilts his head to the side, eyebrows bunching up. “Have I left you speechless twice tonight?” It’s Blaine’s turn to nod, just once quickly before crashing their lips together. He tries to walk them towards the shower stall, backwards and fumbling without stopping, and Kurt laughs, loud and bright at his attempt. “You’re ridiculous,” he says as they stumble over each other’s feet, Blaine reaching backwards for the glass door for stability.
Blaine grins wickedly once he’s caught himself, reaching for the elastic waistband of Kurt’s boxer-briefs when Kurt blurts out, “I’ve never been naked with anyone before,” and sighs immediately after, his eyes slipping closed. Blaine’s hand stills as he waits, unsure, but then - “I don’t know why I told you that, oh my god.”
“Because it’s a big deal?” Blaine prompts, which is the wrong answer from the way Kurt’s eyes fly open.
“But it’s not. I’m not freaking out or anything. I invited you in here. I’ve done stuff that can theoretically be done naked, it just wasn’t - oh god, are you really going to make me use the phrase ‘shirts on and dicks out’?” Kurt adds at his confused expression, and Blaine can’t help but to burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry, you’re just kind of adorable when you’re freaking out.” Blaine brushes a stray strand of hair off Kurt’s forehead and kisses him, soft and slow.
“I’m not freaking out,” he protests quietly when they part. “Trust me, you’ll know when I’m freaking out.”
“Well, if you’re not freaking out -” Before he can even finish, Kurt’s yanked off his underwear and slid open the glass shower doors, shutting it quickly behind him as he enters so Blaine has to reopen the door himself. “Hey!”
“Didn’t want to let any of the steam out,” Kurt explains, already under the spray of the giant showerhead, though his tone tells Blaine that’s not the real reason at all. Blaine steps in, making a big show of sliding the door tight for that very purpose, and watches as Kurt lathers a washcloth with the body wash Blaine already left on the side earlier. Blaine doesn’t even care if he’s brazen in watching him run the thick, white terry cloth over his smooth, porcelain skin, because no one’s been lucky enough to witness this and he’s revered at the fact. Kurt’s cock is gorgeous, just like he knew it would be, and it’s staying interested enough either from the fact that Blaine’s watching or from the friction from the washcloth or both.
Blaine watches Kurt work the body wash up into a rich, foamy lather over his skin. He watches it run with the water in rivulets down the lines of his back, down the curves of his ass, down his strong thighs and calves. His mouth is still watering; he wants to throw Kurt up against the wall of the shower stall, to kiss him everywhere, to fist his cock until he comes again. He wonders how many times he can make Kurt come tonight. He really needs to convince him to spend the night if only for the recovery time.
“See something you like?” Kurt mimics back to him, and he’s smirking, and Blaine is wrecked. He’s just so wrecked and Kurt knows it.
Kurt quickly washes his hair and goes to wash his face before saying, “You don’t happen to have any face wash handy? I thought I saw some on the sink.” Blaine blinks back at him before nodding and stepping back out, cursing the cool air on his skin as he races to the sink.
Kurt grins at him when he returns. He takes the bottle from him with a soft “thanks,” washing his face thoroughly before reaching for the washcloth and before lathering it up again and pulling Blaine into the spray. “You look like you’re going to need some help,” he says, letting Blaine get wet before starting to lather him up nice and slow. Blaine’s thankful for his earlier orgasm or he might have embarrassed himself from the rough drag of the washcloth over his sensitive skin and the way Kurt’s looking at him with wide eyes and parted, wet lips. Each nerve of his body stands to attention and begs for more, and as sure as he is that Kurt would give an amazing scalp massage, when he’s done lathering him up, he quickly rinses off and washes his own hair. He has other plans.
When Blaine kisses Kurt, it’s dirty from the start, all tongue and teeth, and Kurt backs them up to one of the shower walls with a thud. Blaine kisses his way down his neck and suddenly, feels the need to tell him everything. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous. You turn me on so much, Kurt,” he mutters in between kisses, down further to Kurt’s collarbone, and he hears him gasping above. “I wish you knew how I feel -”
“I do know. I can see it in your face when you look at me,” Kurt says reassuringly. Blaine stops what he’s doing and looks up at Kurt, who just loops an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss, deep and searching. “Let me touch you.”
Blaine’s mouth drops open slightly and all he can do is nod. He’s been hard again since Kurt was rinsing off (who wouldn’t be at that sight?) and when Kurt wraps his hand around him, he almost cries out. As Kurt begins to pump his fist, the steam in the shower begins to dissipate just a little, but everything is still warm and wet where it counts. Blaine mouths at whatever skin he comes into contact with as Kurt holds him close - shoulder, collarbone, neck, and just as Kurt’s really getting into it, twisting his wrist a little on each stroke upward and driving Blaine mad, he asks, “Tell me what you want to do to me? What you would do if you really had the time.”
“Oh god, Kurt,” Blaine moans, and his hips thrust forward involuntarily through the circle of Kurt’s fist. “I-I want to kiss you everywhere. All of your beautiful skin. It’s all I could think about when you were rubbing the washcloth all over your body. How good you must taste. How amazing your cock would feel in my mouth.” Kurt’s grip tightens and quickens at Blaine’s last line. He wonders if anyone has ever blown him before, whimpering at the thought. Blaine can feel himself getting close, can feel the familiar tightening within, which seems far, far too soon, but he can’t really think about that right now. He closes his eyes and focuses on the sweet pull of Kurt’s hand back and forth on his cock, the special attention being paid to the head, and he finally asks brokenly, “I get to touch you next, right? Please, please, please -”
“Yeah,” Kurt breathes out, running his thumb over the head of Blaine’s cock to spread the precome down his length before adding, “I’d let you do all that other stuff too, you know.”
Blaine comes almost instantly and there is no way Kurt is leaving before he finds a way to make that happen. His head is still spinning when he reaches between them to return the favor, his grip firm and sure from the start. He delights in the loud groan that escapes Kurt’s lips at his touch, and by whispering just a bit more detail in his ear, Kurt’s pulsing over his hand in no time.
After washing themselves off a second time, Blaine makes the sacrifice to leave the warmth of the shower and get them towels to dry off with. They keep stealing glances at each other as they stand on the tile floor and pat themselves dry, and finally, Kurt breaks the silence as he wraps his towel around his waist, asking, “I believe you said I could borrow some of your clothes?”
Blaine heads to the closet to grab two pairs of sweatpants and two tees. He’s not sure who does it (it probably varies), but Susan has someone unpack his suitcase at each stop. It’s a nice touch when he’s on the road for so long.
He walks out into the main area of the hotel room to find Kurt checking his phone. A glance at the clock on the nightstand tells him it’s nearing three. “Thank you,” Kurt says to him as he takes the clothes, smiling softly. They both pull on the items, and when Blaine turns back to him, his breath hitches. Kurt’s a little broader in the shoulders than he is, so the tee is pulling, and there’s a little strip of his stomach showing, and oh god, no, there’s just no way he’s sending him back out into the world tonight.
“So,” Kurt says, smiling a little wider, phone still in hand. “You’re probably exhausted and want me to -”
Blaine’s eyes are still transfixed on the skin showing between the shirt and sweatpants. He wants to lick and bite it badly and when Kurt starts going on about how exhausted Blaine must be, he starts at the same time, saying, “I don’t know if I can let you leave dressed like that.”
Kurt doesn’t even finish his sentence, just raises an eyebrow as if he’s perplexed. “Oh really now?”
“Yeah.” Blaine walks over to him and traces two fingers along his abdomen, right where there’s not enough shirt to cover. “You look so much better in my clothes than I do. I think I need to drag you to my bed, finally, and do all the things to you I told you I wanted to and somehow convince you that you need to stay until morning. I mean, it’s already going to be morning in a few hours anyway.”
Kurt blinks and looks away, as if he’s contemplating before trying not to grin and saying, “Isn’t - isn’t checkout like ten am? Quinn was worried about that. We have to drive back to Lima tomorrow and it doesn’t matter when we get back, but I have to do the driving and I should probably get some sleep.”
“Kurt,” Blaine replies, trying not to laugh. “Do you really think they’re going to kick anyone on this floor out at ten am? We technically have all the rooms tomorrow night too. The band and dancers are all still out, and I know they’re not back yet, we would have heard them. They’ll probably sleep in until three pm. If you don’t have to be back, no one is going to kick you out.”
“Oh,” Kurt says slowly, obviously processing the information. “Well, I don’t have any of my stuff.”
Blaine grins, because he’s got an answer for everything. “What do you need? You’ve got clothes to sleep in, you’re already clean, so besides maybe a toothbrush which I’m sure I could wrangle up for you ...”
Kurt just stares at him incredulously. “Blaine, where are you going to find a toothbrush at three am?”
He simply wiggles his eyebrows in response and heads towards the phone on the desk in the corner. What’s the point of being famous if you don’t get to take advantage of the perks?
He dials zero for the front desk and someone picks up promptly. “Good evening, Mr. Anderson! This is Judy, what can I assist you with?”
“Good evening, Judy! I’m so sorry for bothering you so late. I do hope you’re having a fine evening,” Blaine says with as much charm as he can muster, hopping up on the desk so he can face Kurt as he talks on the phone. He gives him a wink, and Kurt just shakes his head in disbelief.
“I can’t complain, and don’t apologize, sir.” He can hear the smile in her voice and he knows it won’t be a problem at all getting what he needs.
“Well, you see, it’s kind of silly, but I had an unfortunate mishap with my toothbrush and the toilet and was wondering if you happened to have any more on hand? If not, do you know if there’s a drugstore nearby?”
Kurt stares at him like he’s insane then, probably because he’s thinking he’d go down the hall to his own room and wake his friends to get his stuff before traipsing through Cleveland to find a drugstore for a stupid toothbrush, but that’s not the point. This lovely woman is not going to make him go to a drugstore. She’ll find someone on staff to go to a drugstore first.
Judy chuckles softly before saying, “Oh, I’m sure we can track one down for you somewhere. I can’t leave the front desk but let me page the housekeeping manager and see what we can do.”
“Thank you so much, Judy! It’s no rush. I’ll be up for a little bit, so take your time.” He smiles sweetly at Kurt as he cradles the phone back in its holder, crooking his finger in Kurt’s direction and motioning for him to come to where he’s still sitting on the edge of the desk. He hooks his ankles around the back of Kurt’s thighs, pulling him so they’re flush against each other.
“Now see, what else could you possibly need? Whatever it is, I’m sure we can work it out. You’re not going to leave me here with two toothbrushes, are you?” Kurt’s staring at him silently, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly. Blaine’s pretty sure he’s got him, but he needs to be sure.
“Okay, bringing out the big guns. Plus, if you decide to leave and I don’t get to do this, I’ll be thinking about it for weeks …” Blaine hops off the desk and drops to his knees, and Kurt looks a little startled at first, like he doesn’t know where Blaine’s going with this. The sweatpants are still slung low across his hips so there’s plenty of skin for him to taste, and Blaine just can’t help it. He flattens his tongue against the taut muscles of Kurt’s stomach, running his mouth slowly across, dipping it into the crease that’s just starting to peek out on the side. Kurt gasps sharply and tangles a hand in Blaine’s damp curls, and yeah, somehow Blaine thinks he’s being pretty convincing.
“I - I should text Mercedes and Quinn so they don’t worry.” Blaine grins against the soft flesh of his abdomen and squeezes at the sharp angle of his hip before standing so that they’re [[at]] eye level.
“Seriously, though, if there’s anything else you need, let me know. I’ll do anything to make you happy,” Blaine adds, locking eyes with him before sealing his promise with a kiss, which turns into more than just one. They both jump when they hear a knock on the door, and Blaine’s pretty sure it’s the quickest toothbrush delivery in the history of toothbrush deliveries.
He rushes to the door, thanking the housekeeping manager profusely for bringing it up on such short notice and at such a late hour. After closing the door, locking the deadbolt and hooking the safety chain, he turns back around to see Kurt messing with his phone again.
“It’s almost dead, but I can just turn it off and turn it back on in the morning. I have a car charger and can just charge it on the drive.” He finishes typing and looks up to meet Blaine’s eye and grin at him, letting him know he has his full attention once more.
“You have an iPhone, right?” He’s already seen that Kurt has one, but he asks to be polite. When Kurt nods, he continues. “Me too. I have an extra charger, give me a second.” He walks over to his messenger bag that’s on the floor by the desk and pulls out two long white cords. “Once you leave one in a hotel room, you travel with two just in case.”
He plugs both of them into the outlets on the desk lamp and grabs his own phone off the coffee table to charge it before holding out his hand for Kurt’s. As he’s plugging Kurt’s phone in to charge, a text notification lights up the screen as it vibrates simultaneously - Mercedes Jones GET IT BOY!!!!!!!
Blaine can’t help grinning and laughing a bit and Kurt looks mildly horrified. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I’m sorry!”
Kurt grabs the phone back and starts blushing the instant he reads it, his cheeks tinged pink, the flush spreading down his neck. “I didn’t tell them anything, I swear. I just told them I wouldn’t be back to the room until the morning and we didn’t have to worry about rushing out.”
“You can tell them whatever you want,” Blaine replies, still chuckling as Kurt types out a response. He swats at Kurt’s rear end with the toothbrush package before turning and saying, “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”
Blaine’s running a little bit of gel through his hair when Kurt joins him in the bathroom (he doesn’t want to wake up with a frizzy mess, but he’s not going overboard), and he rinses his hands before reaching for his facial moisturizer. “Do you mind if I use some?” Kurt asks, reaching for the tub as he approaches the sink. “I’m also missing my nightly skin care ritual, but like you said, it’s almost morning, so this will have to do.”
“What’s mine is yours,” Blaine says, winking at Kurt’s reflection in the mirror as he grabs his tube of toothpaste from his toiletry bag. They brush their teeth in silence, stealing glances at each other in the mirror, and after so many weeks in hotel rooms, so many weeks of the same thing and being alone over and over again, the simple act of brushing his teeth with someone else is pulling at Blaine’s heartstrings.
Moisturized and refreshed, with both toothbrushes situated in the complimentary glasses, the two leave the bathroom and climb into bed. Blaine pulls back the covers and god, it feels amazing to finally lean against the pillows; it’s a good thing he’s still completely enthralled by Kurt or he could fall asleep instantly. “I’m really glad I stayed,” Kurt says quietly, laying down on his side and reaching out to bring Blaine closer to him.
“Me too, I’m really, really glad,” Blaine replies, burying his face against Kurt’s neck and breathing him in deep, trying to commit his scent to memory. The shirt he gave Kurt has a v-neck, so he noses his way down, planting kisses as he goes and running a hand up underneath the hem, along the muscles of Kurt’s stomach that he’s already had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with. He tilts his gaze up questioningly, and Kurt laughs.
“God, you move fast.” Blaine wants to reply that nothing following will be fast, he’s going to take all the time in the world, but before he can respond, Kurt’s raising his arms and yanking off his shirt and toying at the hem of Blaine’s as well. “You too,” he adds with a slight smile, and Blaine can’t fault him for wanting to see as well.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Blaine says, voice dripping with honey as he rolls Kurt on his back, “we can slow things down.”
Kurt’s eyes are trained on his lips, so he ducks down to kiss him, slow and deliberate just like he promised. They kiss until their lips are oversensitive, until Kurt is gasping below him for more, and finally, Kurt pulls his head back so Blaine misses his lips and hits his chin instead. “Blaine, please.”
Blaine trails over to Kurt’s ear, sucking the lobe in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “Mmm, thought there was some concern about moving too fast.” Kurt’s hips buck as he continues to tease it, rolling it between his teeth. God, he can’t get over how responsive Kurt’s body is. He’s only just begun.
In an effort to appease him, since Kurt just lets out a frustrated whine at his comment, Blaine skips over most of the skin he’s already toyed with, making a beeline for Kurt’s right nipple, capturing it in his mouth. Kurt arches off the bed for more, breathing out sharply, and Blaine’s mouth forms a grin as his tongue flattens to lave against the nub that’s quickly forming. His thumb catches on Kurt’s left, rolling it between his forefinger, and this time, when Kurt’s hips jolt, he can feel his cock hard against his thigh. Blaine groans at the contact, Kurt’s nipple still between his lips, sending vibrations over his skin, and Kurt ruts against his thigh again, groaning himself.
This is going to be over far too soon, far before Blaine gets his lips around Kurt’s gorgeous cock, so as much as it pains him to move on, he pushes gently at Kurt’s hip, keeping him planted on the bed as he makes his way down his stomach, closer to his intended goal. He’s nosing just above Kurt’s waistband, where he already lavished attention earlier, and he hums a bit as he unties the drawstring of the sweatpants with his teeth (which he knows is totally a dorky move, and Kurt’s eyebrow raising in disdain tells Blaine he thinks so too, but he can’t resist).
“So,” Blaine starts as he eases the sweatpants down over Kurt’s hips and thighs, finally exposing his perfect cock as it bobs back towards his stomach. Now that Blaine is far closer than he was in the shower, he definitely stands by the gorgeous comment, long and thick and so hard again already. “So,” Blaine repeats, sighing deeply to commit Kurt’s scent to memory even more.
“So,” Kurt mimics, cupping Blaine’s cheek to bring his attention upwards to his face. “Less talking.”
“More sucking?” Blaine counters, curling his lips up playfully, and Kurt laughs as he drops his hand to the bed.
“You said it, not me.” He breathes in sharply as Blaine runs his tongue over his lips, wetting them thoroughly, before kissing down the shaft. He continues kissing along the length, letting his tongue dart out to trail over prominent veins and ridges, and above him, Kurt’s muttering broken off phrases like, “Oh, oh,” and “god.” Blaine glances up, and he’s thrown an arm across his eyes, peeking out from underneath it every so often to steal a glimpse, as if watching and feeling is far too much.
“You should watch,” Blaine says as he pulls his mouth off the base of Kurt’s cock, his voice coming out a bit gravely. He hears a thump to the mattress, Kurt throwing his arm down, and Blaine locks eyes with him as he takes the head of his cock in his mouth, just for a few seconds before he has to look down and focus on what he’s doing. In those few seconds though, Blaine can see the immediate pleasure wash over Kurt when he wraps his lips around the head, knows how good he’s making it for Kurt, how good he hopes it feels.
Kurt’s cock feels amazing in his mouth, a warm and solid weight on his tongue. He stretches his lips wider and takes him down further, nice and slow, and Kurt’s not saying anything anymore, just gasping and moaning, and it’s like music to Blaine’s ears, egging him on. He starts to work a little faster, licking and sucking with more vigor until he finds a rhythm, bringing his hand from Kurt’s hip to wrap around the base and stroke in time with his mouth.
“Oh, B-Blaine, Blaine.” If Kurt’s moans were music to his ears, the chanting of his name is the crescendo, something within him twisting hotly at each breathy utterance despite the aching of his jaw and the itching of his fingers. Kurt’s thighs are shaking underneath him and Blaine wants to tell him to not hold back, to just let go, but that would involve him stopping what he’s doing and there’s no way that’s happening. So, he just takes Kurt deeper, faster, ignoring how messy things are getting, the way saliva is dripping everywhere. He can tell when Kurt gets close, because he starts to squirm, like he can’t figure out if he should pull away from Blaine’s mouth, but Blaine’s not going to let that happen. Kurt whines his name one last time, horribly broken and it’s his turn to be completely wrecked. Blaine’s not even sure how Kurt’s able to have any come left, after three orgasms in so many hours, but he sucks down every bit all the same, marveling in amazement at the human body (and more specifically, Kurt’s gorgeous one).
“You’re kind of incredible,” Kurt whispers as Blaine crawls up to lay next to him. “I keep thinking I must have just hit my head on the way to the show and I’m really in the hospital somewhere and this is all some elaborate dream.”
Blaine grins then, big enough that his cheeks puff out and his teeth show, and he doesn’t know where Kurt’s line is on post-blowjob kisses (or even if he has one), but he kind of needs to kiss him. He keeps it brief, and suddenly Kurt’s grinning too. “Nope, I’m just as real as you are, swear.”
Kurt wraps a hand around Blaine’s neck to bring him close enough to brush their lips together again, humming happily, and Blaine hums back, saying, “If you’re tired, we can just go to bed. Like you said, you should get some sleep and I really don’t know if I can come again.”
Kurt laughs sharply. “You make it sound like you’re an old man. You’re twenty-two,” he says, blushing slightly, probably at the fact that he just gave away the fact that he knows Blaine’s age. “Plus, where’s the fun in that?” Kurt brings his free hand to Blaine’s chest, pointing a finger at his ribcage. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
Blaine’s pretty exhausted. He hears faint laughing and stumbling in the hall, signaling the arrival of his band mates, which means it’s late. Still, despite his exhaustion, he’s got adrenaline pumping through his veins due to the beautiful creature in front of him and how is he supposed to resist that? “Yeah?” Kurt offers him a coy smile and kisses him again, and Blaine has to admit, he’s driving a pretty hard bargain.
Their kisses are languid and easy, already having discovered what the other likes after a few short hours together. Blaine would be stupid to turn down anything Kurt offers him, and when Kurt stifles a yawn, Blaine tries to ignore it just as he does. Kurt makes his way down Blaine’s neck and collarbone, slow and lazy, and he’s sucking an angry mark at the crook of his neck something fierce when he stills.
Blaine slowly opens his eyes to find Kurt breathing steadily on top of him. “Hey,” he says quietly, rubbing a hand over Kurt’s arm, and he jolts awake.
“Oh my god, what am I doing falling asleep when you’re right in front of me?” he blurts out, sounding actually offended at himself, and Blaine chuckles.
“Hey, I’m falling asleep here too. I was just going to suffer through it because you’re amazing. Really amazing.” Blaine kisses Kurt once more as if to prove his point. “I think we both need to get some sleep though. It doesn’t take away from the fact that tonight was perfect.”
“Yeah?” The way Kurt’s face lights up at Blaine’s mention of perfect is one of the best moments of the night. “Okay,” he concedes, sitting up to grab the sweatpants and tee, tossing Blaine his shirt.
“We could still cuddle if you want,” Blaine says, hoping he doesn’t sound too eager, but he honestly can’t remember the last time he cuddled with someone, fell asleep with someone holding him or holding someone close.
“That sounds like a wonderful end to the evening,” Kurt replies softly as he pulls his tee over his head. After some discussion about who should go where, Kurt ends up pressed against Blaine’s back, his breath tickling the hairs on his neck and his arm looped around his waist, their hands intertwined. “Goodnight, Blaine.” Blaine wants to answer, to tell Kurt goodnight, but he’s so warm and safe and close to drifting off, he simply lets himself drift.
***
The next morning, Blaine’s mind wakes up before the rest of him. He realizes he rolled over at some point during the night, and Kurt’s arm isn’t securely around his waist anymore. He has a momentary bout of panic wondering if Kurt snuck out while he slept, but he can’t send the signal to his brain to open his eyes to check. When his eyelids finally decide to flutter open, he finds Kurt propped up on his elbow staring back at him with tiniest smile on his face, as if he’s been caught once again. “Mmmm, could stand to wake up next to you more often,” Blaine murmurs, crawling closer so he can bury his head in Kurt’s chest and the fabric of his tee shirt. “Have you been up long?”
“Not too long. The girls are restless.” Kurt pouts at him, his lower lip jutting out and Blaine has to resist the urge to pull it into his own mouth. “I had a pretty nice view until you woke up, though. That sounds creepy, me watching you sleep, but I’m owning it.”
“Not creepy at all. I’m sure I would have done the same thing.” Blaine places a smacking kiss to Kurt’s neck before pulling back to look at the clock. It’s approaching noon - no wonder the girls have been on Kurt’s case. “Oh god, I’m sorry for sleeping so long. Sometimes that happens with so many shows in a row … and you kind of did wear me out.” He crawls up Kurt’s body further to kiss his cheek in apology and Kurt just grins and sighs simultaneously. He knows Kurt has to get moving, so he reaches for his hands to drag them both out of bed. “Come on, let’s go brush our teeth so I can kiss you properly.”
After remedying that fact, Blaine leans across the sink to cup Kurt’s cheek and pull him close, and it must catch him off guard because he hears a tiny gasp escape Kurt’s lips before he covers them with his. Their lips glide over each other and their tongues slip alongside and it’s too bad both of them have responsibilities, because Blaine could lose another day to kissing.
“I suppose we should get cleaned up,” Blaine finally says, regrettably breaking away. He runs the shower, and while it’s not the luxurious bath he hoped for, stealing kisses while they soap each other up isn’t half bad either.
Blaine goes to grab them new clothes to change into, but Kurt says not to bother for him since he’s just going down the hall. He can just throw on the clothes he slept in because he’ll change into something when he gets to his room. Blaine pulls on jeans and a polo. He’s driving back to Westerville tonight to see his parents and to see some of his friends from Dalton. They’ve all just graduated from college, so Nick is throwing a party at his house and made sure to pick a day Blaine could attend, even if it is a Monday. He’ll change once he’s at home, but his outfit works just fine for the quick drive after his debrief with Susan.
Blaine walks back out from the closet to find Kurt and takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he’s about to ask next. He’s been toying with the idea all morning, trying to figure out what to do, but he just can’t let Kurt walk out the door without any way to contact him. Not after the lengths he went to track him down. “Hey, can I see your phone?”
Kurt looks at him curiously, but hands it over. “Yours hasn’t really shut up all morning either. I didn’t pry, but someone’s looking for you. It almost vibrated off the table.” Blaine grimaces before clicking on Kurt’s contacts and adding his number under the name Blaine Devon.
“There.” He hands the phone back to Kurt before saying, “You don’t have to give me yours if you don’t want to, but now you have my number. You can call or text anytime, or just forget I exist, whatever.”
Kurt just stares at him in disbelief, before saying softly, “As if I could forget you exist.” He reaches out for Blaine’s hand and grips it tightly. “Plus, I mean, you’re kind of everywhere right now.”
They share a laugh, and Kurt calls Blaine’s phone from his. “There, now you have mine too.” Blaine walks over to the desk, unplugging his phone from the wall and noticing the missed call, as well as a multitude of texts from Susan, talking about how plans for the week had changed and was he really still sleeping or was he just still with his boytoy?
“You probably need to go,” Blaine says sadly as he sets his phone back down on the desk. Susan can wait another five minutes. Kurt nods, his expression matching Blaine’s tone, and when he walks over, Blaine envelops him in a tight hug. “I’m not saying goodbye to you. We have each other’s numbers. Please promise me you won’t be a stranger? Because the last fifteen hours have been incredible, Kurt.”
“I promise,” Kurt replies instantly before saying all of the things left unsaid with one last kiss which may not be a goodbye kiss, but it certainly feels like one. Blaine watches from the doorway as Kurt walk down the hall in Blaine’s sweatpants and his boots, carrying his clothes from last night and his jacket draped over a shoulder, and when he’s halfway down, he turns around, grinning, to blow him a kiss and a wave. There’s a spring in his step the rest of the way down the hall and, oh, how Blaine wishes he could be a fly on the wall for the conversation he’s about to have.
When Blaine walks back in, he’s still smiling pretty hard himself and he sees his clothes from last night still in a pile on the bathroom floor. He decides he should probably pick them up before they get all damp from the steam in the room, and when he does, he realizes they’re not the ones he wore last night. They’re the ones Kurt wore, which means Kurt left wearing the ones he wore last night.
He picks them up quickly, bringing the tee shirt to his nose and breathing in deeply, and sure enough, it smells exactly like the wonderful, gorgeous boy he woke up to this morning.
It turns out he should add brilliani to the list of adjectives he uses to describe Kurt.
***
“My god, I was about to send out a search party,” Susan exclaims when she opens her hotel room door and ushers Blaine in. “And I hate to break it to you, but your four days off turned into about twenty hours at this point because we’re on a flight to New York at ten am tomorrow. Pink cancelled on Jimmy Fallon, so you’re filling in, and Dayna is seeing what other press stuff she can throw together for Wednesday for a last minute push before the East Coast dates. I’m sorry,” she huffs, finally seeing Blaine’s distraught face. “I made sure you’d be in Westerville tonight though and it seems as if last night went well?”
She’s smirking at him as she zeroes in on his neck and Blaine swallows thickly. He hadn’t really taken a good look at himself in the mirror earlier. He’d still been in Kurt’s presence while he was in the bathroom, which was a distraction to say the least. “‘Well’ is an understatement,” he finally says, and she laughs.
“I’ll have to see if Lauryn can find you something to wear tomorrow with a scarf.”
Susan walks over to the desk to grab the itinerary for Blaine, who just retorts, “I was supposed to have four days before going back in public!”
Blaine rushes back to his room to do the quickest pack job ever with his abbreviated vacation time, hoping Susan will check the room again before she leaves. It’s a little over two hours to Westerville, and if he leaves soon, he might be able to make it there before rush hour hits. His stomach is also reminding him he hasn’t eaten anything in close to twenty-four hours and it’s not entirely happy about that fact.
Finally at two, he’s throwing his bags in the rental car and locating the nearest Starbucks on his phone for a latte and a sandwich. Blaine wonders if Kurt’s already halfway to Lima now, or if he and the girls stopped for lunch so they could grill him on everything. He calls his mother to inform her that unfortunately, he’s just joining them for dinner this visit. She’s sounds disappointed for a moment, but then launches into her usual bright cheeriness and mentions that she and Blaine’s father are just happy to see him at all.
He tries not to spend the whole two hour drive thinking about a boy who he spent just over twelve hours with, half of which were sleeping hours. He can’t let some boy turn his whole life upside down.
It doesn’t work.
***
Blaine is the last to arrive at Nick’s. Since he’s not seeing his parents again, his visit takes longer than expected, his dad showing him every little home renovation project he’s been working on since his last stop through Westerville and his mom going on and on about her new treadmill. He loves his family but it certainly isn’t a stretch to see where Cooper gets his self-centeredness from.
He knocks on the door and Nick’s mom opens it, greeting him with a giant hug. “You look good, Blaine,” she says, smiling and patting him on the cheek. “I worry about you. All of you boys, but especially you. You work so hard.”
“I have a little bit of a break coming up. Maybe I’ll come home for a few weeks, it’s been a while.”
She beams back at him. “I know your parents would enjoy that. Now, go on, the boys are all in the basement. I’m headed up to my room. I was just waiting until you got here.”
When Blaine makes his way down the basement stairs, he hears the shouts and the clatter, Nick’s “fucking finally” and Thad’s exclamation of his name. These are boys that were there for him when he was a lost fifteen year old at Dalton and that were there for him when he was nineteen and didn’t know if he wanted this life anymore; boys that he doesn’t have to have pretenses around and can be his real self.
He felt himself letting his guard down and being his real self around Kurt. That should scare him but it doesn’t.
There’s hugs and teasing about the rock star showing up late and then Jeff’s asking him if he needs a drink, because they’ve obviously started without him and he needs to catch up. “You have no idea how badly I need a drink,” Blaine replies with a laugh, running a hand through his hair.
Jeff presses a very light looking vodka cranberry in his hand that must be mostly vodka. “You didn’t go out with everyone last night? I saw Iris tweeting up a storm.” Blaine hasn’t had a chance to check twitter, but Iris is his drummer and she tends to get tweet happy after a few drinks.
“Does he look like he was out drinking last night? Blaine looks like he was otherwise preoccupied to me,” Nick teases, and Blaine blushes at his words. He finally caught a good look at himself in the bathroom at his parents’ and there are two prominent marks visible on his neck. He’s pretty sure he feels another one on his collarbone under his shirt.
“Good for you, Blaine! I always say you don’t get laid enough for being a rock star,” Thad proclaims, and oh, he is not having this conversation with them.
“Guys, you know I’m not really a rock star,” Blaine deflects. He’s a pop star at most. “Enough about me! I want to know everything, graduation and jobs and everything I’ve missed.” He hasn’t seen anyone since Christmas, so it’s bound to keep everyone preoccupied.
Hours later Blaine’s … well, he’s definitely drunk, but he’s not sloppy. He knows he has to leave at eight for the airport; he knows better by now. Becoming a singing sensation at eighteen taught him a lot about alcohol tolerance very quickly. He and Trent are sitting on the floor, nursing their last drink. Trent’s going to school in Boston, going on to get his masters in … something in the social sciences? He wants to teach. Blaine was fed a lot of information and a lot of alcohol all at once. “You’re happy, Trent? I mean, you’re always happy, but?”
Trent grins his signature grin at Blaine. “You know it. And you? You seem happier tonight than you have lately.” Blaine looks at him questioningly and he continues. “I saw you on Ellen a few weeks ago and you seemed … tired. And Ellen’s like me, happy all the time, pretty infectious. I know touring takes a lot out of you, but tonight you seem really happy. Invigorated.” Trent leans over closer to Blaine to whisper, as if he’s telling him a secret, clapping a hand over his shoulder. “All I’m saying is that if something or someone is responsible for that change, you should hold on to that.”
Blaine blinks back at Trent. “You always know all the right things to say, Trent.” He might have three crazy weeks ahead of him, but he certainly has some thinking to do in his downtime.
***
What Blaine realizes on his flight to New York is that he doesn’t necessarily have to make the first move. He gave Kurt his number first - and maybe he can coax a little contact out of him.
(Hey, if he’s stuck doing press the next two days, at least he can have a little fun with it. And yes, realistically the mature thing to do probably would have been just to text Kurt, but it seems too soon, and he has no idea what he’s doing.)
So, he tweets all goddamn day. He tweets about flying to New York to do Fallon. He makes Rob take a photo of him and Susan next to a sign in the Columbus airport so he can tweet that, and Susan looks perpetually annoyed. He tweets about loving New York. When they get to NBC, he takes a close up photo of his face and the name on his dressing room, and it’s a little grainy, but you can partially see the hickeys on his neck. He thinks about retaking it, but he tweets it anyway, because he’s evil. His fans probably think it’s the best day ever and Kurt Hummel probably hates him.
That totally wasn’t his intent. But as the day goes on with no contact, he realizes how silly the whole thing was and he probably should have just texted Kurt to begin with. Now it just seems like it’ll be even sillier.
Blaine goes out to dinner with some friends who live in the city, friends he met through the industry who are nice enough but he’s not in the mood to be on tonight. He makes it back to his hotel room in time to catch his interview and flicks on the TV.
On the TV screen, Jimmy asks him about his time back in Ohio, and Blaine watches himself light up at the question. God, Trent was right. He’s so obvious. “I mean, anyone who knows my story knows I didn’t have the best time growing up. But even still, Ohio’s my home and always will be. Whenever I go back to play shows there, it’s always really rewarding for me because I always meet so many people that touch my heart, so many people I can relate to on a personal level. I’ve lived in LA for four years now and it’s just nice to have that still, you know? To have that connection, that connection with someone who can really understand where you’re coming from.”
“Yeah, totally,” Jimmy says, nodding. “It sounds like Ohio was good to you.”
“Ohio was! But this whole tour really has …” Blaine grins, glad that he caught himself before getting too off track. He picks up his phone, opening the contacts to Kurt Hummel and letting his finger hover over the ‘send message’ button to bring him to the new text window from his contacts.
In the end, he tosses his phone on the table in the corner of his hotel room, messages unsent, and grabs the v-neck shirt out of his luggage that still reminds him of two nights ago, throwing it on the pillow next to him and falling asleep wishing he wasn’t alone in his bed.
***
It’s two weeks later before he finally talks to Susan, back in New York after playing Madison Square Garden. He’s nursing a rum and Coke from the mini bar in her hotel room and she’s getting annoyed with his presence. “You obviously have something you want to talk about or you wouldn’t be hovering,” she says with a sigh, throwing down her tablet and taking the glasses off her face.
“I think I’m going to go back to Ohio for a bit when the tour’s over for a few weeks. Have a little staycation. Maybe try and see Kurt.” She quirks an eyebrow at him like she can see through his bullshit.
“There’s the kicker. Why are you asking my permission? You want me to dig up dirt on the kid and make sure he’s not some crazed fan? Oh fuck, he’s not eighteen, is he?” She raises her fingers to her temples and rubs, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar for herself.
“He will be in ten or eleven months?” At this, Susan puts down the half-empty can of Coke, and opts for drinking the whiskey straight. “I think the bigger problem is that he’s still in high school. He, ah, is only going to be a junior next year.”
“Jesus, Blaine.” She knocks back her drink and Blaine realizes his is empty. He heads to the mini bar and grabs them two more bottles. Why do mini bars insist on having such small bottles? “Do you think he’s in for secrecy?”
“I didn’t really ask him,” Blaine says, topping off their glasses. “I … I don’t know what he’s in for.”
“Blaine.” Susan laughs at him and tucks an errant curl behind his ear and days like this, she reminds him of the sister he never had. There’s a little dash of Cooper’s sparkle in her eyes, the part of Cooper he holds dear. “Do you really think he’s going to turn you down? If this is what you really want, we’ll figure it out. You know I’m here to fix whatever you’re honest with me about.”
Blaine says nothing, and she pats him on the cheek, giving him a smile. “I could put together a backstory in case it all comes out, plant some seeds. He’s from Ohio, right? Maybe your dads know each other. Old family friends. It’ll go with all that bullshit you spewed on Fallon. What? Like I didn’t know that was for him.”
Blaine sucks on an ice cube, staring her down. There’s no point in trying to deny it, she knows him too well after four years together. She’s watched him grow up and become who he is today. She only wants him to be happy. “We said we’d keep in contact but neither one of us has contacted each other.”
“That’s because you’re both clueless morons and you communicate better in person. Come on,” she says, nudging their glasses together as she leans over the table. “Three more shows and you can go get your boy.”
***
It’s late when the final show in Boston finally ends. They run long and the band coaxes Blaine to do a special encore, and there’s an after party at some swanky bar afterward to celebrate the tour completion. The band and his backup singers and dancers and the crew have really become his family over the last few months, and as glad as he is to have some time off, he’s going to miss all of their smiling faces greeting him day in and day out. He’s glad to have a night to celebrate them.
Finally around two, there’s enough of a lull for Blaine to steal a few moments for himself. He finds a table in a corner and pulls out his phone, checking his tweets multiple times for typos since he’s been drinking. what a beautiful end to a tour, Boston! thank you to everyone who made this tour special I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! followed by sorry for getting sappy on you, there’s just a lotta love in this room tonight & I had to share it :)
He then finishes his drink, takes a deep breath, and finds Kurt’s name in his contacts. He doesn’t expect him to be up, but he sends the text anyway, before he loses his nerve. Have a little time off coming up. Thinking about spending it in Ohio. Know anyone that information might interest? He takes another breath and sends another one, because enough beating around the bush. (By which I mean, I’d really like to take you out to dinner sometime.)
His drummer, Iris, walks by, noticing his drink is empty and he’s not dancing and pouts at him. “I’m going to the bathroom and when I get back this whole scene is gonna change!” She twirls and Blaine laughs, about to pocket his phone and forget about his boy drama when he sees a notification pop up.
I have no idea why you’d want to do that, but I certainly can’t complain. I might be able to squeeze you into my busy schedule. :) And then if things couldn’t get any better, (By which I mean, yes. Definitely yes.)
Blaine just grins stupidly at his phone and is still doing so when Iris returns. “You look like you’ve won the lottery, boy,” she says gleefully, throwing her arm around his shoulders.
“I have,” Blaine responds, putting his phone away, because he certainly doesn’t need money. He lets Iris lead him out to the throngs of people dancing away, because he’s got a ticket on the next plane out to Ohio and a date with Kurt Hummel and a song in his heart, and that’s everything he could ever need.