Glee fics: 1-sentence meme round-up
Here are my fills from the Kurt/Blaine 1-Sentence Meme (none of which are once-sentence, because I can't stick to that to save my life!).
Rating: G
Word count: 269
Prompt: model!Kurt, for rietro.
Kurt sort of still can’t believe Blaine convinced him to do this. He doesn’t know a thing about modeling - he’s never even found a photograph of himself that he really likes. He blames it on the frightening effectiveness of Blaine’s puppy-dog eyes - not exaggerated, like most people, just soft and imploring enough to make guilt thump Kurt right in the middle, knocking all the air and resistance out of him.
“I don’t know what to do with myself,” he says, aware that he’s verging on whining and beyond caring. “I feel ridiculous.”
“You look gorgeous,” Blaine says. “Just - wait, maybe rest your arm on your knee there - yeah, and tilt your chin up a bit. Do you know how amazing your bone structure is?”
Kurt tries to follow directions, even when they sound silly - he slides a hand through his own hair, ruffling it the wrong way; he makes his smile softer, smaller, a little crooked; he tries to figure out how to look up through his lashes (and maybe succeeds from the breathy oh, wow he hears from the other side of the camera).
The next week, when Kurt demands to know whether Blaine had gotten that A in his photography project - because he better have, for all the trouble Kurt went to - Wes asks, panic in his voice, “We had a project?”
But Kurt can’t bring himself to be too angry at the deception. “I told you that you could be sexy if you weren’t thinking about it,” Blaine murmurs in his ear as Kurt notices the photos scattered across Blaine’s desk. “Admit it - these are amazing.”
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
Prompt: hickeys, for gameboycolor .
“You know,” Kurt says, and then cuts himself off with a little oh as Blaine’s teeth catch, especially sharp, at the point of his collarbone. Blaine pauses, politely waiting for Kurt to finish, maybe knowing as well as Kurt that he won’t be able to with Blaine’s mouth at his neck. “When I said I wanted something to make me think of you at McKinley, this - isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Blaine chuckles, and slowly presses an open-mouthed kiss to the stinging patch just above his collarbone. “I know,” he says, his hands hot on Kurt’s waist even through layers of clothing. Kurt manages a shaky inhale as Blaine’s hand moves across his stomach, fingers sliding in between buttonholes to touch bare skin. “But you have to admit, it’ll be effective.”
“Yep,” Kurt admits, his voice a little shrill, and then suddenly Blaine’s sucking at his skin again, and Kurt never in a million years would have expected to like this, but his fingers are digging into Blaine’s shoulders so hard he’s worried about tearing fabric.
“You can be in class,” Blaine says, slowly tilting his head up, the edges of his teeth dragging along the line of Kurt’s neck, and Kurt presses his lips together to muffle a truly embarrassing whimper. “And feel the collar of your shirt right there-” Blaine taps a fingertip against that spot, and then moulds his hand to the curve of Kurt’s neck, fingers curling round the back to brush Kurt’s hairline. “-and you’ll think of me.” Blaine kisses him, then, pressing Kurt back against the headboard of his bed and breathing in, like he’s breathing in Kurt.
“You know,” Blaine says a little breathlessly, when he’s pulled away, “that sounds pretty fun. Want to give me a matching one?”
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,161
Prompt: phone sex in the same house, in different rooms, for ssecca01 .
“This is ridiculous.” Kurt’s picking at a thread in his comforter, which is really not good for it, but he needs something to do with his hands, because he’s far too uncomfortable to sit still.
“Don’t you think we should be able to talk about this sort of thing?”
“But we’re talking on the phone three rooms away from each other, Blaine.”
“You couldn’t even look me in the eye! I thought this would help.”
“Why is it not okay that I’m uncomfortable about - sex?” Kurt will deny that little hesitation if anyone asks. He can say the word. He can.
“It is. Of course it is. But I don’t think it’s actually sex that makes you uncomfortable, Kurt.”
“Maybe it’s you, trying to make me talk about it.”
There’s a pause, long enough that Kurt starts to regret snapping. Then Blaine says, sounding subdued, “Would you like me to come back?”
“No,” Kurt answers hurriedly, because the only thing worse than talking about sex - or talking about not talking about sex - is having Blaine watch how red his face can get.
Blaine sighs. “Okay, here’s the thing: I don’t think it’s the process of sex that freaks you out. I think you’re attracted to me, because I do notice how far away you keep your hips when we make out. And I see the way you look at me sometimes.”
There’s a brief moment in which Blaine seems to be gathering his courage, in which Kurt could say, Stop, you’re making me uncomfortable, let’s watch a movie or something and never ever talk about this again - but Blaine gets him in ways nobody else ever has. He can’t bring himself to say a word. He needs to hear the end of this; he thinks he might be holding his breath.
“I think,” Blaine says, slowly, “maybe you’re more afraid of yourself than you are of me or what we’ll do together.”
Kurt swallows. “What does that mean?”
“It means that your only crushes have been on straight guys, and nobody’s ever made you feel very good about that. I think you’ve seen a few morons get squirmy because they think they’re going to catch your gay or that you’re going to - attack them, or something, and it’s made you feel really terrible about yourself.”
The last inch of loose thread slips out of Kurt’s comforter and he regrets it, because his hand now sits on his knee, and he’s fidgeting like a child. “It hasn’t done wonders for my self-esteem,” he agrees. “What has that got to do with-”
He just cuts himself off, this time, but Blaine steps in. “I think you feel unattractive because your feelings have always been rejected. And I think it was really, really dumb of me to make you feel worse about that by saying you couldn’t make sexy faces, because-”
Blaine is the one to stop short, now, but Kurt has nothing to say to fill the silence. His face is burning hot, probably flushed right to the roots of his hair, but he’s focused only on Blaine’s quiet, slightly unsteady breathing on the other line.
“Because you are sexy, Kurt. You’re sexy when you don’t try.”
Kurt closes his eyes against the sudden bite of tears. He doesn’t know what he’d been hoping Blaine would say, but this is not it. “Can we please be honest? I don’t want to make this into some kind of ego-boosting-”
“I am being honest,” Blaine says, his voice rising with indignation. “Kurt, I would not lie about this.”
Kurt shakes his head, even though Blaine can’t see it.
“Okay, so the faces you were making when you were trying to pretend - weren’t so great. But I want you to know that - that I want you. I hate that I made you feel less than desirable. And please say something, you’re making me nervous.”
“I… don’t know what to say,” Kurt manages.
“You don’t believe me,” Blaine says, and Kurt tries to summon some kind of protest, but Blaine’s right, after all. “Kurt, how can I-” Blaine sucks in a deep breath. “All right. Stop me if this is harassment, okay?”
“If what’s harassment?”
“Sometimes,” Blaine says, like he hasn’t even heard Kurt’s question, “in my fantasies, you aren’t you at all.”
Kurt nearly chokes on nothing at all. His whole body seizes tight. “Your - fantasies?”
“Yeah.” Blaine swallows, loud enough that Kurt can hear it through the phone. “Don’t hate me for thinking about you, okay? I have a boyfriend for the first time in my life, and he’s gorgeous, and he wants me. I never really got into the whole celebrity fantasy thing, but you… Sometimes, I think about you, but it’s not really you, because you would never tie my hands behind my back with your school tie, or sext me in the middle of a Warblers’ meeting.”
Kurt’s mouth is open in shock, but he doesn’t stop Blaine, who barrels on, maybe because he’d lose his confidence if he stopped for more than a breath.
“Most of the time, though - and this is always so much better - I think about what we do, and I take it further. We’ll be making out and you’ll forget yourself and grind up against me, and you’re embarrassed but it feels way too good to stop. You put your thigh between mine, and - it’s quick and kind of messy but so good, because in my fantasies you make these breathy noises, and god, Kurt, I would love to know if I’m right about that.”
Kurt’s breath is ragged and there’s this strange, sharp ache high in his chest along with the arousal suddenly thrumming under his skin. It hurts to breathe, but he manages, because without air he’ll pass out and never hear the rest of this kind of amazing speech.
Blaine wants to know what kind of sounds he makes when- oh, Kurt’s regretting his clothing choice today, because these are really tight jeans.
“Other times we’re on your bed,” Blaine goes on, and his voice is getting lower and rougher, and Kurt has to close his eyes for a minute and press his lips together to stay quiet. “Kissing, with you on top of me. You’re straddling me but you’re still really careful to keep our hips apart. But then you work up the nerve to touch me - you unfasten my pants, and - touch me, outside of my underwear, and then - you start to bite my neck.”
“That spot under your ear,” Kurt hears himself say, before he can think about it, because he can see them, now, exactly where Kurt is really sitting - leaning up against the wall, their feet tangled in the duvet kicked back towards the foot of the bed. Blaine groans, so sudden and wanton that Kurt’s toes curl in his socks.
“Oh my god, Kurt, your voice,” Blaine says, and that last word is broken, and dips lower than Kurt even knew Blaine’s voice could go. “Yeah. That spot under my ear you know I like so much, and I’m surrounded by you - your hands and your mouth and your scent. You’re panting, because you like how I’m falling apart just from how you’re touching me.
As Blaine struggles to get his breath back, Kurt takes a moment to let himself picture that: Blaine, sprawled out beneath him, jeans undone and pushed down a little, eyes glazed over and -
“Your shirt’s undone,” Kurt says, still in that kind of out-of-body mode where he doesn’t have to be responsible for anything he says, because this officially qualifies as phone sex, now, and-
“Yeah,” Blaine says, sounding almost awed. “You’ve got your hand-”
“Over your heart,” Kurt says - he doesn’t know if the little pause was just Blaine trying to keep breathing or if he was meant to be filling in blanks but he wants his hand there, pressed to Blaine’s chest, palm to hot skin and his fingertips in the hollow of Blaine’s throat. “So I can feel your heartbeat getting faster.”
“And I’m so close, and I start begging - I always start begging, because sometimes you’ll get me as close as you can and then pull away-”
“Begging,” Kurt repeats, his voice husky, disbelieving but really hoping Blaine will take that as encouragement and nothing else.
“Yeah,” Blaine says, and it’s more of a moan than a word.
“Blaine,” Kurt says, his throat tightening as something occurs to him. “Are you - touching yourself?”
“No,” Blaine says, his voice strangled. “I’m gripping the armrest of this chair because it seemed really skeezy to jerk off when I’m trying to help you to-”
“What do you say when you beg?” Kurt cuts him off, probably sounding desperate but not caring because right now he so is. He wants to adjust himself so bad right now, but if he does he won’t be able to take his hand away.
Blaine makes a noise in his throat, and then he says, “Please let me come into your room and I’ll show you, because I don’t think I can take much more of this-”
“Yeah,” Kurt bites out, fumbling with the buttons to his jeans and then finally pressing a palm to his cock, only he hadn’t predicted how loud he would moan at that.
“Oh, my god,” Blaine says, his voice cracking again, and then there’s a click and Kurt can actually hear the pounding of Blaine’s feet as he runs across the hall and flings the door to Kurt’s room wide open.
He barely manages to kick it shut before he’s climbing onto the bed, swinging one leg over Kurt to straddle his hips, and then taking his face in his hands and kissing him. Which is definitely not what Kurt was expecting, but it’s a good kiss, thorough and dirty.
“Do you believe me yet?” Blaine asks, and without waiting for an answer he shifts, pressing his hips hard against Kurt’s, and Kurt’s head falls back so suddenly he cracks it against the wall, which is a little painful, but he just laughs.
“Not really, but now more in a - how-is-this-my-life kind of way,” Kurt gasps. Blaine grins, and then he drops his head to rest his cheek on Kurt’s shoulder and grinds down again, and Kurt forgets all about insecurities because nothing, nothing has ever felt as good as this, and he doesn’t even care that he’s about to come in his underwear as long as Blaine will keep making those sounds-
“Blaine,” he breathes, and Blaine whines into his neck, gripping Kurt’s hips so tight it almost hurts.
“Wait,” Blaine says, “wait-” He rolls to the side a little, tugging Kurt into his lap till Kurt’s thighs are tight around his hips. “I can’t even believe this is happening,” he says, running his hands over Kurt’s back.
“This isn’t what you were planning?” Kurt asks, leaning in to kiss the point of Blaine’s jaw.
“I’d hoped,” Blaine admits, “but - oh, hey, wow-” Kurt has begun unbuttoning his shirt, and by the time he’s nipping at the soft skin just beneath Blaine’s ear, Blaine is practically melting - his hands fall to Kurt’s thighs. “-you realize - you are literally fulfilling my fantasy?”
“You said you were going to beg,” Kurt murmurs, finally pushing the two sides of Blaine’s shirt apart, and Blaine arches into his touch. He doesn’t give Blaine the time to respond before he starts to roll his hips, and it doesn’t even matter that he doesn’t quite catch the words Blaine is saying - he’s too blissed out to focus on that, but the tone is so clearly one of absolute desperation, and Kurt never thought that could be as hot as it is.
“Kurt!” There is something urgent about Blaine’s voice suddenly, and Kurt knows he’s close, and leans back for a moment to look, because he has to see Blaine’s face when he comes.
And the sight of Blaine like that, just as Kurt had pictured, with glassy eyes and mussed hair and a flush in his cheeks and his teeth dug hard into his bottom lip - and Kurt hadn’t imagined part, but it makes him want to suck Blaine’s lip into his own mouth-
Kurt lets out a shuddering sigh, falling forward against Blaine so he can press his face into Blaine’s neck, slick with sweat, and Blaine pushes a hand between them and rubs once, twice, and then comes, his groan rumbling through his chest to Kurt’s.
Kurt can no longer remember what pants he wore today, much less if they’re expensive. But he doesn’t think he could move enough to clean up right now, away, and Blaine’s thumb is making slow circles on his thigh, tender and teasing all at once.
“If you’re ever feeling unsexy again,” Blaine says, just as boneless beneath him, “I am really, truly happy to remind you.”
Rating: G
Word count: 269
Prompt: model!Kurt, for rietro.
Kurt sort of still can’t believe Blaine convinced him to do this. He doesn’t know a thing about modeling - he’s never even found a photograph of himself that he really likes. He blames it on the frightening effectiveness of Blaine’s puppy-dog eyes - not exaggerated, like most people, just soft and imploring enough to make guilt thump Kurt right in the middle, knocking all the air and resistance out of him.
“I don’t know what to do with myself,” he says, aware that he’s verging on whining and beyond caring. “I feel ridiculous.”
“You look gorgeous,” Blaine says. “Just - wait, maybe rest your arm on your knee there - yeah, and tilt your chin up a bit. Do you know how amazing your bone structure is?”
Kurt tries to follow directions, even when they sound silly - he slides a hand through his own hair, ruffling it the wrong way; he makes his smile softer, smaller, a little crooked; he tries to figure out how to look up through his lashes (and maybe succeeds from the breathy oh, wow he hears from the other side of the camera).
The next week, when Kurt demands to know whether Blaine had gotten that A in his photography project - because he better have, for all the trouble Kurt went to - Wes asks, panic in his voice, “We had a project?”
But Kurt can’t bring himself to be too angry at the deception. “I told you that you could be sexy if you weren’t thinking about it,” Blaine murmurs in his ear as Kurt notices the photos scattered across Blaine’s desk. “Admit it - these are amazing.”
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
Prompt: hickeys, for gameboycolor .
“You know,” Kurt says, and then cuts himself off with a little oh as Blaine’s teeth catch, especially sharp, at the point of his collarbone. Blaine pauses, politely waiting for Kurt to finish, maybe knowing as well as Kurt that he won’t be able to with Blaine’s mouth at his neck. “When I said I wanted something to make me think of you at McKinley, this - isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Blaine chuckles, and slowly presses an open-mouthed kiss to the stinging patch just above his collarbone. “I know,” he says, his hands hot on Kurt’s waist even through layers of clothing. Kurt manages a shaky inhale as Blaine’s hand moves across his stomach, fingers sliding in between buttonholes to touch bare skin. “But you have to admit, it’ll be effective.”
“Yep,” Kurt admits, his voice a little shrill, and then suddenly Blaine’s sucking at his skin again, and Kurt never in a million years would have expected to like this, but his fingers are digging into Blaine’s shoulders so hard he’s worried about tearing fabric.
“You can be in class,” Blaine says, slowly tilting his head up, the edges of his teeth dragging along the line of Kurt’s neck, and Kurt presses his lips together to muffle a truly embarrassing whimper. “And feel the collar of your shirt right there-” Blaine taps a fingertip against that spot, and then moulds his hand to the curve of Kurt’s neck, fingers curling round the back to brush Kurt’s hairline. “-and you’ll think of me.” Blaine kisses him, then, pressing Kurt back against the headboard of his bed and breathing in, like he’s breathing in Kurt.
“You know,” Blaine says a little breathlessly, when he’s pulled away, “that sounds pretty fun. Want to give me a matching one?”
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,161
Prompt: phone sex in the same house, in different rooms, for ssecca01 .
“This is ridiculous.” Kurt’s picking at a thread in his comforter, which is really not good for it, but he needs something to do with his hands, because he’s far too uncomfortable to sit still.
“Don’t you think we should be able to talk about this sort of thing?”
“But we’re talking on the phone three rooms away from each other, Blaine.”
“You couldn’t even look me in the eye! I thought this would help.”
“Why is it not okay that I’m uncomfortable about - sex?” Kurt will deny that little hesitation if anyone asks. He can say the word. He can.
“It is. Of course it is. But I don’t think it’s actually sex that makes you uncomfortable, Kurt.”
“Maybe it’s you, trying to make me talk about it.”
There’s a pause, long enough that Kurt starts to regret snapping. Then Blaine says, sounding subdued, “Would you like me to come back?”
“No,” Kurt answers hurriedly, because the only thing worse than talking about sex - or talking about not talking about sex - is having Blaine watch how red his face can get.
Blaine sighs. “Okay, here’s the thing: I don’t think it’s the process of sex that freaks you out. I think you’re attracted to me, because I do notice how far away you keep your hips when we make out. And I see the way you look at me sometimes.”
There’s a brief moment in which Blaine seems to be gathering his courage, in which Kurt could say, Stop, you’re making me uncomfortable, let’s watch a movie or something and never ever talk about this again - but Blaine gets him in ways nobody else ever has. He can’t bring himself to say a word. He needs to hear the end of this; he thinks he might be holding his breath.
“I think,” Blaine says, slowly, “maybe you’re more afraid of yourself than you are of me or what we’ll do together.”
Kurt swallows. “What does that mean?”
“It means that your only crushes have been on straight guys, and nobody’s ever made you feel very good about that. I think you’ve seen a few morons get squirmy because they think they’re going to catch your gay or that you’re going to - attack them, or something, and it’s made you feel really terrible about yourself.”
The last inch of loose thread slips out of Kurt’s comforter and he regrets it, because his hand now sits on his knee, and he’s fidgeting like a child. “It hasn’t done wonders for my self-esteem,” he agrees. “What has that got to do with-”
He just cuts himself off, this time, but Blaine steps in. “I think you feel unattractive because your feelings have always been rejected. And I think it was really, really dumb of me to make you feel worse about that by saying you couldn’t make sexy faces, because-”
Blaine is the one to stop short, now, but Kurt has nothing to say to fill the silence. His face is burning hot, probably flushed right to the roots of his hair, but he’s focused only on Blaine’s quiet, slightly unsteady breathing on the other line.
“Because you are sexy, Kurt. You’re sexy when you don’t try.”
Kurt closes his eyes against the sudden bite of tears. He doesn’t know what he’d been hoping Blaine would say, but this is not it. “Can we please be honest? I don’t want to make this into some kind of ego-boosting-”
“I am being honest,” Blaine says, his voice rising with indignation. “Kurt, I would not lie about this.”
Kurt shakes his head, even though Blaine can’t see it.
“Okay, so the faces you were making when you were trying to pretend - weren’t so great. But I want you to know that - that I want you. I hate that I made you feel less than desirable. And please say something, you’re making me nervous.”
“I… don’t know what to say,” Kurt manages.
“You don’t believe me,” Blaine says, and Kurt tries to summon some kind of protest, but Blaine’s right, after all. “Kurt, how can I-” Blaine sucks in a deep breath. “All right. Stop me if this is harassment, okay?”
“If what’s harassment?”
“Sometimes,” Blaine says, like he hasn’t even heard Kurt’s question, “in my fantasies, you aren’t you at all.”
Kurt nearly chokes on nothing at all. His whole body seizes tight. “Your - fantasies?”
“Yeah.” Blaine swallows, loud enough that Kurt can hear it through the phone. “Don’t hate me for thinking about you, okay? I have a boyfriend for the first time in my life, and he’s gorgeous, and he wants me. I never really got into the whole celebrity fantasy thing, but you… Sometimes, I think about you, but it’s not really you, because you would never tie my hands behind my back with your school tie, or sext me in the middle of a Warblers’ meeting.”
Kurt’s mouth is open in shock, but he doesn’t stop Blaine, who barrels on, maybe because he’d lose his confidence if he stopped for more than a breath.
“Most of the time, though - and this is always so much better - I think about what we do, and I take it further. We’ll be making out and you’ll forget yourself and grind up against me, and you’re embarrassed but it feels way too good to stop. You put your thigh between mine, and - it’s quick and kind of messy but so good, because in my fantasies you make these breathy noises, and god, Kurt, I would love to know if I’m right about that.”
Kurt’s breath is ragged and there’s this strange, sharp ache high in his chest along with the arousal suddenly thrumming under his skin. It hurts to breathe, but he manages, because without air he’ll pass out and never hear the rest of this kind of amazing speech.
Blaine wants to know what kind of sounds he makes when- oh, Kurt’s regretting his clothing choice today, because these are really tight jeans.
“Other times we’re on your bed,” Blaine goes on, and his voice is getting lower and rougher, and Kurt has to close his eyes for a minute and press his lips together to stay quiet. “Kissing, with you on top of me. You’re straddling me but you’re still really careful to keep our hips apart. But then you work up the nerve to touch me - you unfasten my pants, and - touch me, outside of my underwear, and then - you start to bite my neck.”
“That spot under your ear,” Kurt hears himself say, before he can think about it, because he can see them, now, exactly where Kurt is really sitting - leaning up against the wall, their feet tangled in the duvet kicked back towards the foot of the bed. Blaine groans, so sudden and wanton that Kurt’s toes curl in his socks.
“Oh my god, Kurt, your voice,” Blaine says, and that last word is broken, and dips lower than Kurt even knew Blaine’s voice could go. “Yeah. That spot under my ear you know I like so much, and I’m surrounded by you - your hands and your mouth and your scent. You’re panting, because you like how I’m falling apart just from how you’re touching me.
As Blaine struggles to get his breath back, Kurt takes a moment to let himself picture that: Blaine, sprawled out beneath him, jeans undone and pushed down a little, eyes glazed over and -
“Your shirt’s undone,” Kurt says, still in that kind of out-of-body mode where he doesn’t have to be responsible for anything he says, because this officially qualifies as phone sex, now, and-
“Yeah,” Blaine says, sounding almost awed. “You’ve got your hand-”
“Over your heart,” Kurt says - he doesn’t know if the little pause was just Blaine trying to keep breathing or if he was meant to be filling in blanks but he wants his hand there, pressed to Blaine’s chest, palm to hot skin and his fingertips in the hollow of Blaine’s throat. “So I can feel your heartbeat getting faster.”
“And I’m so close, and I start begging - I always start begging, because sometimes you’ll get me as close as you can and then pull away-”
“Begging,” Kurt repeats, his voice husky, disbelieving but really hoping Blaine will take that as encouragement and nothing else.
“Yeah,” Blaine says, and it’s more of a moan than a word.
“Blaine,” Kurt says, his throat tightening as something occurs to him. “Are you - touching yourself?”
“No,” Blaine says, his voice strangled. “I’m gripping the armrest of this chair because it seemed really skeezy to jerk off when I’m trying to help you to-”
“What do you say when you beg?” Kurt cuts him off, probably sounding desperate but not caring because right now he so is. He wants to adjust himself so bad right now, but if he does he won’t be able to take his hand away.
Blaine makes a noise in his throat, and then he says, “Please let me come into your room and I’ll show you, because I don’t think I can take much more of this-”
“Yeah,” Kurt bites out, fumbling with the buttons to his jeans and then finally pressing a palm to his cock, only he hadn’t predicted how loud he would moan at that.
“Oh, my god,” Blaine says, his voice cracking again, and then there’s a click and Kurt can actually hear the pounding of Blaine’s feet as he runs across the hall and flings the door to Kurt’s room wide open.
He barely manages to kick it shut before he’s climbing onto the bed, swinging one leg over Kurt to straddle his hips, and then taking his face in his hands and kissing him. Which is definitely not what Kurt was expecting, but it’s a good kiss, thorough and dirty.
“Do you believe me yet?” Blaine asks, and without waiting for an answer he shifts, pressing his hips hard against Kurt’s, and Kurt’s head falls back so suddenly he cracks it against the wall, which is a little painful, but he just laughs.
“Not really, but now more in a - how-is-this-my-life kind of way,” Kurt gasps. Blaine grins, and then he drops his head to rest his cheek on Kurt’s shoulder and grinds down again, and Kurt forgets all about insecurities because nothing, nothing has ever felt as good as this, and he doesn’t even care that he’s about to come in his underwear as long as Blaine will keep making those sounds-
“Blaine,” he breathes, and Blaine whines into his neck, gripping Kurt’s hips so tight it almost hurts.
“Wait,” Blaine says, “wait-” He rolls to the side a little, tugging Kurt into his lap till Kurt’s thighs are tight around his hips. “I can’t even believe this is happening,” he says, running his hands over Kurt’s back.
“This isn’t what you were planning?” Kurt asks, leaning in to kiss the point of Blaine’s jaw.
“I’d hoped,” Blaine admits, “but - oh, hey, wow-” Kurt has begun unbuttoning his shirt, and by the time he’s nipping at the soft skin just beneath Blaine’s ear, Blaine is practically melting - his hands fall to Kurt’s thighs. “-you realize - you are literally fulfilling my fantasy?”
“You said you were going to beg,” Kurt murmurs, finally pushing the two sides of Blaine’s shirt apart, and Blaine arches into his touch. He doesn’t give Blaine the time to respond before he starts to roll his hips, and it doesn’t even matter that he doesn’t quite catch the words Blaine is saying - he’s too blissed out to focus on that, but the tone is so clearly one of absolute desperation, and Kurt never thought that could be as hot as it is.
“Kurt!” There is something urgent about Blaine’s voice suddenly, and Kurt knows he’s close, and leans back for a moment to look, because he has to see Blaine’s face when he comes.
And the sight of Blaine like that, just as Kurt had pictured, with glassy eyes and mussed hair and a flush in his cheeks and his teeth dug hard into his bottom lip - and Kurt hadn’t imagined part, but it makes him want to suck Blaine’s lip into his own mouth-
Kurt lets out a shuddering sigh, falling forward against Blaine so he can press his face into Blaine’s neck, slick with sweat, and Blaine pushes a hand between them and rubs once, twice, and then comes, his groan rumbling through his chest to Kurt’s.
Kurt can no longer remember what pants he wore today, much less if they’re expensive. But he doesn’t think he could move enough to clean up right now, away, and Blaine’s thumb is making slow circles on his thigh, tender and teasing all at once.
“If you’re ever feeling unsexy again,” Blaine says, just as boneless beneath him, “I am really, truly happy to remind you.”