Pieces of a dragon puzzle Chapter 9 Part 2
Kurt sucked in a breath before he rambled as fast as he could “So apparently the gleeclub performs at-prom-and- wehavetogo. And Rachelwantsusgotogetherwithher. As in meandyouwithherinthemiddle.” He sucked in a breath “I’m sorry we have to go to prom.”
Blaine stared at him. “…what? We go to prom? And what’s with Rachel?” Blaine’s confused frown made Kurt feel bad for having let this happen.
“The glee club has to perform at prom and so I have to go and Rachel somehow managed to tell me both of us would go with her.” Kurt hung his head.
“But-but!!!” Blaine gaped, “there’s no way. I can’t go to prom, I know nothing! I’ve never been to something like this, the most we’ve ever done was dinner at the mall and a movie in a dark cinema room. I don’t know how to act around everyone!” Blaine panicked as he sprung up and started pacing in Kurt’s room, his hands destroying his curls, turning them into a frizzy balloon. “You have to remember the last time at the mall,” Blaine cried.
Kurt bit his lip. Yes, that one had been true. But it had been one incident.
Kurt and Blaine had been at the mall, shopping for a bit before planning to catch a movie. Just doing coupley things. One second, Blaine had been right next to him, hand intertwined with Kurt’s in a relatively deserted area, laughing as Kurt told him about Rachel’s latest attempt at getting Schuester to give her a solo - the next Kurt’s hand had been empty and was Blaine almost on the other side of the mall.
Kurt had only caught a brief glimpse of how Blaine’s eyes had turned golden and his nostrils had flared, then a woman shrieked in shock and Kurt had taken off in a run after Blaine, scared of what he might find (a dragon sitting in the mall for all to see?). Only he found Blaine standing in the personal space of a middle-aged woman, his arms stretched out as if to touch her, while her arms were wound protectively around her pregnant belly, looking at Blaine confused and shocked.
A tall man, probably her husband, then stormed out of a nearby store, pushing Blaine roughly away from her, screaming at him. Kurt had leaped in front of Blaine to protect him, Blaine’s hazel eyes confused and teary. The woman had managed to calm her husband down, telling him Blaine had only wanted to touch her belly and she just hadn’t expected it. The couple had wandered off in the end, the man still glaring daggers at Blaine.
Kurt had turned around to his boyfriend who had looked just as confused about his own behaviour as Kurt had. In the end, Kurt supposed it might have been because Blaine had never seen a pregnant woman before or because she had smelled different in contrast to other people. Blaine couldn’t even remember the whole incident, he later confessed, sniffling, and only came back to himself when the woman had screamed.
But that had been one incident. And afterwards they had met more pregnant women and Blaine’s behaviour had been completely normal.
“Blaine, this was a one-in-a-lifetime occurrence. You charm everyone, wherever we go.” Kurt pleaded.
Blaine opened his mouth to argue, but Kurt cut him off.
“No, Blaine. That was once. And I really want us to go. It’ll be great.” Kurt tried to convince.
Instead of voicing his concerns of the hate they might encounter at prom, Kurt decided not to mention it, since Blaine was already so worked up about attending prom.
Having made his decision, Kurt approached Blaine swiftly, grabbed his upper arms, turned him around to face Kurt and kissed him hard in the lips. Blaine froze for a second, his body becoming rigid, then relaxed as he melted into Kurt’s arms and kissed him back. Kurt tried to focus on the kiss, but experiencing how much power he had over Blaine’s wellbeing and happiness, sent a thrill through his body, starting at his spine and working its way up.
Feeling Blaine’s tongue trying to open Kurt’s mouth, Kurt drew back, eliciting a whine from Blaine’s throat, sending another surge of something through Kurt.
Blaine tried to draw him back in, but Kurt touched his forehead to Blaine’s and put a finger against Blaine’s lips. “Not now. Everyone is up and about. I don’t want to get carried away with the possibility of someone barging in any second.”
Blaine huffed and sent pouty dog-eyes to Kurt. Kurt still didn’t completely understand how a dragon could pull off the adorable baby mammal. But it just made Blaine more special.
“…so what about prom?” Blaine timidly asked.
“And what about prom, Blaine? Everything’s going to be okay. You’re perfect and no one will know anything as long as you hide your wings and scales.”
Blaine fidgeted in Kurt’s arms, not meeting Kurt’s eyes and Kurt could sense how unsure and anxious Blaine still was about the whole prospect.
“Besides, when we went to Rachel’s party even Quinn didn’t suspect anything. And Quinn is one suspicious person.” Kurt smiled.
“Quinn…was the blonde girl? Finn’s current girlfriend?” Blaine asked, slowly meeting Kurt’s gaze.
Kurt nodded.
“She kind of scared me.” Blaine admitted.
Kurt laughed then.
“Well, then you can certainly be happy she never comes over. And she’ll be with all of us at prom, so if you’re worried, she’s on our side to scare off all the others.” Kurt said, pecking Blaine’s cheek and winding his arms around Blaine’s neck, nuzzling closer.
Blaine hummed and Kurt could see how his eyes seemed to cloud a bit, the hazel becoming more golden. “Okay,” Blaine breathed, “let’s go to prom.”
Kurt had to hold in a squeal, because oh my god, he and his boyfriend were going to prom together! They’d dance together! Never mind Rachel in the middle.
He muffled his happiness in Blaine’s shoulder, crushing his boyfriend against him.
It was past midnight when they got back, having driven a sullen Rachel back home. They giggled as they tried to open and close the front door as quietly as possible, a hazy feeling swimming through Kurt’s veins even though he only had had one glass of punch. Kurt was a lightweight, and he was sure the punch had been spiked. After the alcohol disaster of the previous year, Kurt for sure knew the taste of alcohol and that punch had tasted too similar. He vaguely suspected Puck.
But Puck wasn’t on the forefront of his mind right now, instead it was his handsome boyfriend, climbing the stairs beside him, hands grabbing at each other. Kurt had to stop for a second, staring at Blaine who smiled at Kurt with a glint in his eye as bright as that of the crown on Blaine’s head.
No, his boyfriend hadn’t been crowned Prom King, Finn had, but his step brother had vanished after Quinn lost to Lauren of all people. He’d thrown the crown at Blaine, who wore it proudly ever since (cheap and plastic as it was). And maybe, Kurt thought, the students at McKinley might have made his boyfriend Prom King if they had been able to. At least all the jealous stares of the girls of his school had made Kurt think so.
Kurt had never been more proud of Blaine. His boyfriend hadn’t only immersed in the crowd like any other teenage boy his age, but at the same time, he had caught everyone’s eye in a positive way. They had all stared at Blaine in fascination and Kurt felt incredibly satisfied that all the girls in his school had desired his boyfriend, whom they couldn’t have. Kurt had been in their shoes more than long enough and finally it had been his turn to show off.
The addition of Rachel had actually been pretty nice. Kurt was scared at the beginning of the evening that people might take a dislike to him and Blaine, but Rachel had been distraction enough, showing Kurt and Blaine off like she had two boys on her every whim. Nobody watched or seemed to care as the two of them danced together after Rachel slunk into the crowd, looking for Finn.
It was a bit sad that the homophobic crowd at McKinley could be so easily satisfied, but in the end, it had worked in their favor. Also sad, but not a too high price, had been the not-so-perfect outfit for prom. Kurt had had initially planned an extravagant version with a Scottish kilt, but after it had become apparent Blaine needed an outfit too, his personal budget had been cut drastically. Kurt had settled with conventional attire in the end. But their boutonnieres still matched. If Rachel’s corsage had looked somewhat different, it hadn’t been Kurt’s fault, it was just so it would match her dress more.
So Kurt’s prom had actually been almost perfect. He was in a happy daze, as he opened his door, kissing Blaine in the doorway and then falling into bed with him.
They kissed for several more minutes, the air feeling stifling hot and Kurt was sure his white button up shirt had to be wet with perspiration. Suddenly, Blaine detached himself from Kurt, leaving Kurt lying panting on the bed, as he hurriedly went back to the door and locked it. Kurt watched in amazement and a hitch in his breath, as Blaine loosened his bowtie and slipped out of his blazer, hanging it onto the desk chair, before coming back and lying atop Kurt again.
Kurt’s heart beat fast as he thought of all the possibilities and he surged forward to catch Blaine’s lower lip between his teeth. This resulted in a barely constrained moan from Blaine as he pressed Kurt into the mattress. Kurt gasped as their clothed erections brushed and he instinctively bucked up. Blaine grasped Kurt’s hips, holding him still and stopped kissing Kurt, only panted against his mouth.
Kurt whined. “Why’d you stop?”
He only received more panting and Blaine closing his eyes in reply.
“Blaaaaine! What is it? Can we please just get off? I know we shouldn’t ruin these trousers, but right now, I really don’t care.” Kurt huffed.
It earned him a breathy chuckle.
Kurt glared at Blaine, suddenly not feeling so desperate anymore. “Oh, you find that funny?”
As Blaine slowly opened his eyes to gaze into Kurt’s, Kurt’s mouth went immediately dry and every possible remark left lying on his tongue, went out the window.
It was that look again. one might almost think that Blaine’s eyes were actually glowing. The hazel color had completely disappeared and it was just molten gold staring back at him, with thin slit pupils. That should have put a damper on Kurt’s arousal, but it only made his pulse beat faster as it once again became apparent that his boyfriend wasn’t ordinary.
Blaine growled and for a second Kurt felt fear, remembering Blaine’s growl before he had bitten his hand, but as Blaine latched onto Kurt’s throat and nibbled and licked at it, Kurt could only gasp and arch against Blaine’s mouth.
A ripping sound filled the air and suddenly Kurt had Blaine’s wings in his view, covered with the shredded remains of his shirt. Wanting to make sure, his hands skimmed up Blaine’s torso, encountering gloriously naked skin and feeling the ridged scales along Blaine’s sides.
Blaine whined as Kurt thumbed on his scales. “Please, shirt off, pants off.” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s neck.
Kurt had to take a second to make sure not to choke. Who cared for clothes when they could have this?
Kurt nodded and then Blaine was off him, pulling his trousers and shoes off, shaking his wings so the pieces of his shirt fell off and left him only standing in his white briefs, the bulge apparent and a wet spot forming on the front. The crown still sat crooked on his head. Kurt gazed open-mouthed at Blaine, just enjoying the view and thrill that this gorgeous, beautiful boy was actually his.
Blaine sighed impatiently and bent forward to grip Kurt’s hips, pulling him forward to the edge of the bed, making him squeak. Kurt held himself up by planting his hands behind him and
Blaine unceremoniously kneeled down in front of him, grabbing Kurt’s belt and loosening it. The same attention was applied to his trousers and shoes as Kurt stared on, and only when Blaine had stopped and raised an eyebrow questioningly at Kurt, did Kurt’s fingers finally move, pushing the buttons through his shirt as fast as he could. Blaine helped him with his undershirt and then, finally, both of them were almost completely naked.
Kurt thrilled that in just a few minutes, they’d both be completely naked together for the first time and, if it was possible, his heart almost beat out of his ribcage and his hands started to sweat.
Sensing Kurt’s nervousness, Blaine smiled sweetly, before nuzzling against Kurt’s right thigh. Kurt felt Blaine’s breath skim along the tender skin there, and his breath hitched as the glimmer in his belly started to burn alight.
Kurt knew where this was heading, he somehow did, but his mind didn’t seem capable to put it into words. He could read in Blaine’s eyes what he intended to do, and Kurt wasn’t even sure how he knew, but he did. When Blaine hooked his fingers into Kurt’s briefs, Kurt whimpered, pushing his ass off the mattress to assist.
And then he was naked in front of his boyfriend willingly, for the first time. Completely naked, not a piece of clothing left on his body. It was the most thrilling feeling ever, and Blaine’s loving and hungry gaze only made it all the better, as he stared up at Kurt, kneeling at Kurt’s feet, curls breaking free of the gel, tangled around the crown, his mouth only millimetres away from Kurt’s cock.
Kurt was so thankful that his dad and Carole were fast asleep already and Finn’s room was far enough away that no one could hear them if they kept moderately quiet, which had been a tiny problem the last few days, since apparently Blaine liked to get vocal.
With tonight’s activities, Blaine’s vocal abilities wouldn’t be an issue.
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