His Perfect Partner (21/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (21/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall, R this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.18 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2367
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: It's Parents' Night Out at Kim's house - Kurt and Blaine babysit for Molly and Jake.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
Blaine picked Kurt up for the drive over to Kim’s house late that afternoon. Kurt went to drop his bag in the backseat, only to be stymied by the pile of stuff already there.
“Were you somehow under the impression that those kids don’t have any toys?” he asked Blaine when he sat down, leaning over the console to give Blaine a kiss.
“Well, I knew I wanted to bring my guitar, for a sing-a-long, you know.”
“Of course.” Kurt smiled and took Blaine’s free hand as they pulled out into traffic.
“Then I went looking for a tambourine and maybe a triangle or something, so they could play along, and I found the box of toys I keep for my niece and nephew.”
“And you brought the whole thing?”
“Well, not entirely,” Blaine said, glancing over at Kurt sheepishly.
“You’re going to have an entire room dedicated to toys when you finally get a house of your own, aren’t you?”
“Maybe? I could use it for my instruments too.”
“Have you gotten any further on that? House hunting, I mean,” Kurt said.
“No, not yet. When have I had the time?”
“True. But if you’re not in a rush, you can always wait until the show is over, so you can look properly.”
“Probably a good idea. And then you can help me! You will help, right?” Blaine looked over at him, his expression a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“I’d love to,” Kurt replied, his chest tight with the implication that Blaine wanted him in the midst of his plans even after the show ended.
“Great. That’s actually a relief, because I was trying to figure out how to fit yet another thing in over the next couple of weeks, and it wasn’t working. I mean, that’s assuming I’ll still be on the show longer than this week.”
“You will. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Kurt had seen a little bit of Lauren and Puck’s rehearsals with Mike and Lacey, and things were looking a little bizarre, to say the least. Blaine was going to be fine.
“I hope you’re right. I had to put off the record company execs too. For some reason they were expecting me to get into the studio while I’m doing this, which is kind of insane. I’m not even done writing anything yet,” Blaine continued as he pulled off the highway and headed up toward Kim’s place.
“But you are writing?”
“Yeah…” Blaine trailed off, and Kurt could have sworn he was blushing. “Just a little bit, when I get some time, but it’s coming along.”
Kurt was dying to ask for details about the songs Blaine was working on, but he had to start giving Blaine directions to the house. The turns got complicated as they got closer. Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of the main door, which was already open. As Kurt helped Blaine gather all his stuff up to bring inside, he could hear Kim’s voice shouting from somewhere in the house.
“Molly and Jake, if you don’t get down here right this minute, I’m going to call Mrs. Schofield to come watch you instead of letting you stay with Kurt and Blaine!”
“Uh oh,” Kurt said, grinning at Blaine. “They’re getting threatened already.”
“Good thing we’re here to rescue them from themselves, then,” Blaine said.
They walked in, dumping their stuff in the living room, before wandering back to the kitchen, where Kim was writing notes down on a pad of paper while trying simultaneously to put on mascara.
“Give me that,” Kurt said, taking the pen from her. “You’re going to put an eye out otherwise, and then what will I do for a partner?”
“Oh, hi you two.” Kim paused so that they could both kiss her cheek. “It’s a little crazy around here at the moment, as you may have noticed. Sure you’re up for this?”
“Absolutely,” Blaine said.
“Of course,” Kurt added. “Blaine brought a roomful of toys and instruments, and I brought my culinary prowess. We’re ready.”
“You’re angels, is what you are,” Kim said, finally finishing her mascara. “I left instructions written down here, you have both our cell numbers and the number of the restaurant…”
“Yes, Mom,” Kurt said, squeezing her shoulder. “We’ve got it. Don’t worry.”
“I know, I know. I really appreciate it, though. We’ll be home about midnight, if that’s ok with you two?”
“Sure,” Blaine said, and Kurt nodded.
“They should be in bed no later than eight, even though it’s a weekend. They have a birthday party tomorrow morning, and I don’t want them to be zombies.”
“Bed at eight. Got it. Do they need baths?” Kurt asked.
“Only if they’re sticky. Mol can show you where everything is in the bathroom. I already put their pajamas out on their beds,” Kim said, turning toward the doorway. “And speak of the devils, here they are now.”
Molly and Jake came in, Molly immediately wrapping herself around Blaine while Jake did the same to Kurt. Grant followed them in a few seconds later, looking crisp and smart in a slate gray suit.
“Ready, honey? We should get going if we’re going to make our reservation,” he said.
Both parents made the rounds, kissing the kids goodbye and thanking Kurt and Blaine again for watching them. They all went to the front door to see Kim and Grant off, and then Blaine looked down at Molly and grinned.
“Ok, so who’s ready to play some Twister?” he said, and both kids whooped and thundered upstairs to the playroom. Blaine looked over at Kurt. “Here goes nothing, I guess.”
Kurt just smiled and took his hand as they followed the kids up the stairs.
***
Two and a half hours later, Kurt walked into the bathroom with the kids’ pajamas to find Blaine teaching Molly and Jake to sing The Grand Old Duke of York, all three of them sporting soap bubble beards. Kurt laughed, joining in as the Duke marched his men back down the hill again. While they sang, he leaned over to scrub the tomato sauce out of Jake’s hair. They’d made pizza from scratch for their dinner, and both kids had managed to get sauce everywhere. Clearly, a bath had been inevitable.
Once they were both clean and in their pajamas, Molly and Jake led the way to the living room, where Molly tried to coax her brother into showing Kurt and Blaine what they’d been learning in dance school. Jake wasn’t having any of it. He stood in the middle of the floor, frowning with his lower lip pushed out. Kurt thought he looked exactly like his mother when she didn’t like a new step he showed her.
“Nuh uh,” Jake said, pulling away from his sister, who was trying to drag his arms into proper dance position. “I don’t wanna dance with you. I wanna dance with Kurt like Mommy.”
Blaine made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle, and Kurt shot him a look. Blaine slapped a hand over his mouth and turned back to watch the drama unfold.
“But Kurt’s a boy, so he dances the boy part like you,” Molly was explaining patiently, while her brother glared back at her.
“So? I know your part too. I can dance with Kurt. I wanna!”
“But then who will be my partner?” Molly said, her tone edging toward whiny.
“I’ll dance with you, sweetheart,” Blaine said, sweeping her up so she would giggle. “That way Jakesters can dance with Kurt, just like Mommy.”
“C’mere, kiddo,” Kurt said, bending down and opening his arms for Jake. “Let’s dance.”
“’Kay.” Jake went suddenly bashful, hiding his face against Kurt’s chest once Kurt picked him up.
“What have you been learning at Ms. Tina and Mr. Mike’s school? Did they show you a waltz turn?” Kurt asked. Jake nodded, so Kurt started moving in circles, carefully avoiding Blaine and Molly, who were moving around in their own pattern.
The two pairs waltzed around the living room for a while, sometimes coming together so Kurt could spin Blaine and Molly while both kids giggled. Kurt asked if Jake wanted to get down and dance with his sister or Blaine, but Jake shook his head and held on tighter. It was adorable but exhausting after a while.
The kids started getting sleepy as bedtime approached, so Kurt and Blaine waltzed them upstairs to brush their teeth, and then tucked them into bed. Jake fell asleep quickly, but Kurt could tell from the murmur of voices coming from Molly’s room that she was still awake. He pulled Jake’s door mostly closed and walked across the hall to Molly’s room. He leaned against the doorjamb, watching as Blaine closed the book he had been reading from and leaned down to kiss Molly’s hair.
“One song? Please?” Molly’s eyes were starting to close, but she obviously wasn’t ready to give up the fight quite yet.
“Sure,” Blaine said, smoothing down her hair as he began a slow, soothing version of My Favorite Things.
Blaine looked up, smiling, when Kurt joined him for the chorus, and held out a hand for Kurt to join him by the bed. By the second verse, Molly’s eyes were fully closed, and Blaine stood up gingerly, not wanting to wake her. They finished out the song as softly as they could before tiptoeing out of the room.
They didn’t say a word until they’d gotten all the way downstairs and into the living room. Kurt steered them toward the smaller love seat, still not over his mental images of what might have happened on Kim’s sofa. He sat down and Blaine followed, curling into him with a sigh.
“They’re cute, but they’re exhausting,” Blaine said.
“Yeah. I thought I’d never be able to put Jake down.” Kurt stretched out as much as he could, bringing Blaine down with him.
“That’s because someone has a crush,” Blaine said, poking at Kurt’s side playfully.
“You think? I just figured he was being impossible because he’s fifty percent Kim.”
“Oh, no. It’s a crush. He goes all googly-eyed and shy around you. Trust me, I should know.”
“Did you go all googly-eyed and shy around me?” Kurt asked, smiling at the thought. Blaine had always seemed so together when they first met.
“Well, let me put it this way - Elizabeth had to deal with way more idiotic fumbling and missteps in rehearsals right after I went to meals with you. She finally gave up and made me talk it out of my system before we would start dancing. That helped.”
“Seriously?” Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded into his chest. “That’s adorable. Almost as adorable as Jake’s little crush.”
“You’re a very popular man, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, sitting up a little so he could look at Kurt.
“Jealous?” Kurt teased. He reached one hand up to guide Blaine down for a kiss.
“Not really,” Blaine said when he pulled back slightly. “After all, I have you right where I want you.”
“Oh do you now?” Kurt asked, already anticipating Blaine’s lips back on his.
Blaine hummed his agreement as he leaned in, settling more fully against Kurt. They kissed leisurely, hands mapping the contours of jaws and shoulders and backs. When things began to get a little too hot and heavy, Kurt pulled back, explaining to Blaine that he’d promised Kim they’d behave while in her house.
“It’s just a little kissing,” Blaine said, smiling wickedly as his hands found their way under Kurt’s shirt. “Can’t you handle a little kissing?”
“You’re incorrigible,” Kurt said, smiling lazily up at him. “But I suppose a few more kisses wouldn’t hurt.”
Blaine seemed to take Kurt’s words as a personal challenge, applying his hands and lips to the task of turning Kurt inside out with desire. At first, he kissed Kurt long and deep, the liquid pull of tongue and teeth coupled with gentle caresses making Kurt’s head swim. Kurt broke away to moan softly, his whole body responding, and Blaine slid down to fit himself more closely to Kurt, like a key turning in a lock. His mouth trailed down Kurt’s neck, sucking and then biting gently, just enough to make Kurt feel it everywhere.
Kurt hooked an ankle around Blaine’s, giving into the desire to let Blaine take him under, where the only currency was sensation. How long they stayed there, moving slowly together, savoring every touch and slide of lips on skin, Kurt couldn’t have said. All he knew was that he was riding the line between relaxed and aroused for so long that he could no longer tell one from the other. All that existed was the two of them, touching and holding, cherishing and being cherished.
Eventually, Blaine eased them back toward reality, putting some modicum of space between them and slowing his kisses. Kurt blinked, his eyelids heavy, and smiled up at Blaine.
“I’d call you a tease, but I don’t think that covers it,” he said, letting one hand slide into Blaine’s hair.
“No?” Blaine turned his head slowly, brushing their lips together.
“No,” Kurt said, shifting so that Blaine could fit between him and the back of the loveseat, Kurt’s arms still tucked around him, holding him close. “I kind of want to thank you, actually. I feel strangely awesome.”
“Excellent.” Blaine chuckled, resting his cheek against Kurt’s shoulder and drawing idle patterns across Kurt’s chest with his fingers.
“We don’t have to move, do we?” Kurt’s eyes were already closing.
“No, they won’t be back for hours yet.” Blaine pulled a blanket off the back of the loveseat to cover them. It wasn’t the most comfortable place for them to fall asleep, but neither of them seemed interested in moving.
“Night, Blaine,” Kurt mumbled, tilting his head so that his lips brushed across Blaine’s forehead. The last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep was Blaine’s voice, low and quiet, telling him, “Night, sweetheart.”
When Kim woke them up to send them home several hours later, all Kurt could remember was that he’d had the most wonderful dreams.
Rating: NC-17 overall, R this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.18 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2367
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: It's Parents' Night Out at Kim's house - Kurt and Blaine babysit for Molly and Jake.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
Blaine picked Kurt up for the drive over to Kim’s house late that afternoon. Kurt went to drop his bag in the backseat, only to be stymied by the pile of stuff already there.
“Were you somehow under the impression that those kids don’t have any toys?” he asked Blaine when he sat down, leaning over the console to give Blaine a kiss.
“Well, I knew I wanted to bring my guitar, for a sing-a-long, you know.”
“Of course.” Kurt smiled and took Blaine’s free hand as they pulled out into traffic.
“Then I went looking for a tambourine and maybe a triangle or something, so they could play along, and I found the box of toys I keep for my niece and nephew.”
“And you brought the whole thing?”
“Well, not entirely,” Blaine said, glancing over at Kurt sheepishly.
“You’re going to have an entire room dedicated to toys when you finally get a house of your own, aren’t you?”
“Maybe? I could use it for my instruments too.”
“Have you gotten any further on that? House hunting, I mean,” Kurt said.
“No, not yet. When have I had the time?”
“True. But if you’re not in a rush, you can always wait until the show is over, so you can look properly.”
“Probably a good idea. And then you can help me! You will help, right?” Blaine looked over at him, his expression a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“I’d love to,” Kurt replied, his chest tight with the implication that Blaine wanted him in the midst of his plans even after the show ended.
“Great. That’s actually a relief, because I was trying to figure out how to fit yet another thing in over the next couple of weeks, and it wasn’t working. I mean, that’s assuming I’ll still be on the show longer than this week.”
“You will. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Kurt had seen a little bit of Lauren and Puck’s rehearsals with Mike and Lacey, and things were looking a little bizarre, to say the least. Blaine was going to be fine.
“I hope you’re right. I had to put off the record company execs too. For some reason they were expecting me to get into the studio while I’m doing this, which is kind of insane. I’m not even done writing anything yet,” Blaine continued as he pulled off the highway and headed up toward Kim’s place.
“But you are writing?”
“Yeah…” Blaine trailed off, and Kurt could have sworn he was blushing. “Just a little bit, when I get some time, but it’s coming along.”
Kurt was dying to ask for details about the songs Blaine was working on, but he had to start giving Blaine directions to the house. The turns got complicated as they got closer. Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of the main door, which was already open. As Kurt helped Blaine gather all his stuff up to bring inside, he could hear Kim’s voice shouting from somewhere in the house.
“Molly and Jake, if you don’t get down here right this minute, I’m going to call Mrs. Schofield to come watch you instead of letting you stay with Kurt and Blaine!”
“Uh oh,” Kurt said, grinning at Blaine. “They’re getting threatened already.”
“Good thing we’re here to rescue them from themselves, then,” Blaine said.
They walked in, dumping their stuff in the living room, before wandering back to the kitchen, where Kim was writing notes down on a pad of paper while trying simultaneously to put on mascara.
“Give me that,” Kurt said, taking the pen from her. “You’re going to put an eye out otherwise, and then what will I do for a partner?”
“Oh, hi you two.” Kim paused so that they could both kiss her cheek. “It’s a little crazy around here at the moment, as you may have noticed. Sure you’re up for this?”
“Absolutely,” Blaine said.
“Of course,” Kurt added. “Blaine brought a roomful of toys and instruments, and I brought my culinary prowess. We’re ready.”
“You’re angels, is what you are,” Kim said, finally finishing her mascara. “I left instructions written down here, you have both our cell numbers and the number of the restaurant…”
“Yes, Mom,” Kurt said, squeezing her shoulder. “We’ve got it. Don’t worry.”
“I know, I know. I really appreciate it, though. We’ll be home about midnight, if that’s ok with you two?”
“Sure,” Blaine said, and Kurt nodded.
“They should be in bed no later than eight, even though it’s a weekend. They have a birthday party tomorrow morning, and I don’t want them to be zombies.”
“Bed at eight. Got it. Do they need baths?” Kurt asked.
“Only if they’re sticky. Mol can show you where everything is in the bathroom. I already put their pajamas out on their beds,” Kim said, turning toward the doorway. “And speak of the devils, here they are now.”
Molly and Jake came in, Molly immediately wrapping herself around Blaine while Jake did the same to Kurt. Grant followed them in a few seconds later, looking crisp and smart in a slate gray suit.
“Ready, honey? We should get going if we’re going to make our reservation,” he said.
Both parents made the rounds, kissing the kids goodbye and thanking Kurt and Blaine again for watching them. They all went to the front door to see Kim and Grant off, and then Blaine looked down at Molly and grinned.
“Ok, so who’s ready to play some Twister?” he said, and both kids whooped and thundered upstairs to the playroom. Blaine looked over at Kurt. “Here goes nothing, I guess.”
Kurt just smiled and took his hand as they followed the kids up the stairs.
***
Two and a half hours later, Kurt walked into the bathroom with the kids’ pajamas to find Blaine teaching Molly and Jake to sing The Grand Old Duke of York, all three of them sporting soap bubble beards. Kurt laughed, joining in as the Duke marched his men back down the hill again. While they sang, he leaned over to scrub the tomato sauce out of Jake’s hair. They’d made pizza from scratch for their dinner, and both kids had managed to get sauce everywhere. Clearly, a bath had been inevitable.
Once they were both clean and in their pajamas, Molly and Jake led the way to the living room, where Molly tried to coax her brother into showing Kurt and Blaine what they’d been learning in dance school. Jake wasn’t having any of it. He stood in the middle of the floor, frowning with his lower lip pushed out. Kurt thought he looked exactly like his mother when she didn’t like a new step he showed her.
“Nuh uh,” Jake said, pulling away from his sister, who was trying to drag his arms into proper dance position. “I don’t wanna dance with you. I wanna dance with Kurt like Mommy.”
Blaine made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle, and Kurt shot him a look. Blaine slapped a hand over his mouth and turned back to watch the drama unfold.
“But Kurt’s a boy, so he dances the boy part like you,” Molly was explaining patiently, while her brother glared back at her.
“So? I know your part too. I can dance with Kurt. I wanna!”
“But then who will be my partner?” Molly said, her tone edging toward whiny.
“I’ll dance with you, sweetheart,” Blaine said, sweeping her up so she would giggle. “That way Jakesters can dance with Kurt, just like Mommy.”
“C’mere, kiddo,” Kurt said, bending down and opening his arms for Jake. “Let’s dance.”
“’Kay.” Jake went suddenly bashful, hiding his face against Kurt’s chest once Kurt picked him up.
“What have you been learning at Ms. Tina and Mr. Mike’s school? Did they show you a waltz turn?” Kurt asked. Jake nodded, so Kurt started moving in circles, carefully avoiding Blaine and Molly, who were moving around in their own pattern.
The two pairs waltzed around the living room for a while, sometimes coming together so Kurt could spin Blaine and Molly while both kids giggled. Kurt asked if Jake wanted to get down and dance with his sister or Blaine, but Jake shook his head and held on tighter. It was adorable but exhausting after a while.
The kids started getting sleepy as bedtime approached, so Kurt and Blaine waltzed them upstairs to brush their teeth, and then tucked them into bed. Jake fell asleep quickly, but Kurt could tell from the murmur of voices coming from Molly’s room that she was still awake. He pulled Jake’s door mostly closed and walked across the hall to Molly’s room. He leaned against the doorjamb, watching as Blaine closed the book he had been reading from and leaned down to kiss Molly’s hair.
“One song? Please?” Molly’s eyes were starting to close, but she obviously wasn’t ready to give up the fight quite yet.
“Sure,” Blaine said, smoothing down her hair as he began a slow, soothing version of My Favorite Things.
Blaine looked up, smiling, when Kurt joined him for the chorus, and held out a hand for Kurt to join him by the bed. By the second verse, Molly’s eyes were fully closed, and Blaine stood up gingerly, not wanting to wake her. They finished out the song as softly as they could before tiptoeing out of the room.
They didn’t say a word until they’d gotten all the way downstairs and into the living room. Kurt steered them toward the smaller love seat, still not over his mental images of what might have happened on Kim’s sofa. He sat down and Blaine followed, curling into him with a sigh.
“They’re cute, but they’re exhausting,” Blaine said.
“Yeah. I thought I’d never be able to put Jake down.” Kurt stretched out as much as he could, bringing Blaine down with him.
“That’s because someone has a crush,” Blaine said, poking at Kurt’s side playfully.
“You think? I just figured he was being impossible because he’s fifty percent Kim.”
“Oh, no. It’s a crush. He goes all googly-eyed and shy around you. Trust me, I should know.”
“Did you go all googly-eyed and shy around me?” Kurt asked, smiling at the thought. Blaine had always seemed so together when they first met.
“Well, let me put it this way - Elizabeth had to deal with way more idiotic fumbling and missteps in rehearsals right after I went to meals with you. She finally gave up and made me talk it out of my system before we would start dancing. That helped.”
“Seriously?” Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded into his chest. “That’s adorable. Almost as adorable as Jake’s little crush.”
“You’re a very popular man, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, sitting up a little so he could look at Kurt.
“Jealous?” Kurt teased. He reached one hand up to guide Blaine down for a kiss.
“Not really,” Blaine said when he pulled back slightly. “After all, I have you right where I want you.”
“Oh do you now?” Kurt asked, already anticipating Blaine’s lips back on his.
Blaine hummed his agreement as he leaned in, settling more fully against Kurt. They kissed leisurely, hands mapping the contours of jaws and shoulders and backs. When things began to get a little too hot and heavy, Kurt pulled back, explaining to Blaine that he’d promised Kim they’d behave while in her house.
“It’s just a little kissing,” Blaine said, smiling wickedly as his hands found their way under Kurt’s shirt. “Can’t you handle a little kissing?”
“You’re incorrigible,” Kurt said, smiling lazily up at him. “But I suppose a few more kisses wouldn’t hurt.”
Blaine seemed to take Kurt’s words as a personal challenge, applying his hands and lips to the task of turning Kurt inside out with desire. At first, he kissed Kurt long and deep, the liquid pull of tongue and teeth coupled with gentle caresses making Kurt’s head swim. Kurt broke away to moan softly, his whole body responding, and Blaine slid down to fit himself more closely to Kurt, like a key turning in a lock. His mouth trailed down Kurt’s neck, sucking and then biting gently, just enough to make Kurt feel it everywhere.
Kurt hooked an ankle around Blaine’s, giving into the desire to let Blaine take him under, where the only currency was sensation. How long they stayed there, moving slowly together, savoring every touch and slide of lips on skin, Kurt couldn’t have said. All he knew was that he was riding the line between relaxed and aroused for so long that he could no longer tell one from the other. All that existed was the two of them, touching and holding, cherishing and being cherished.
Eventually, Blaine eased them back toward reality, putting some modicum of space between them and slowing his kisses. Kurt blinked, his eyelids heavy, and smiled up at Blaine.
“I’d call you a tease, but I don’t think that covers it,” he said, letting one hand slide into Blaine’s hair.
“No?” Blaine turned his head slowly, brushing their lips together.
“No,” Kurt said, shifting so that Blaine could fit between him and the back of the loveseat, Kurt’s arms still tucked around him, holding him close. “I kind of want to thank you, actually. I feel strangely awesome.”
“Excellent.” Blaine chuckled, resting his cheek against Kurt’s shoulder and drawing idle patterns across Kurt’s chest with his fingers.
“We don’t have to move, do we?” Kurt’s eyes were already closing.
“No, they won’t be back for hours yet.” Blaine pulled a blanket off the back of the loveseat to cover them. It wasn’t the most comfortable place for them to fall asleep, but neither of them seemed interested in moving.
“Night, Blaine,” Kurt mumbled, tilting his head so that his lips brushed across Blaine’s forehead. The last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep was Blaine’s voice, low and quiet, telling him, “Night, sweetheart.”
When Kim woke them up to send them home several hours later, all Kurt could remember was that he’d had the most wonderful dreams.