His Perfect Partner (33/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (33/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall (and 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 Season Three is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 1859
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: After a rough semi-finals for Kurt and Kim, Kurt and Blaine make time for some romance and affection.
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. For the summer, I'm posting once a week so that I can keep up with real life things! I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and fun multi-media extras that will go along with some chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times. Thanks also for everyone's patience while I was away on vacation last week!
Two hours passed before Kurt was able to pull himself away from the still-crowded ballroom. He’d put off invitations to dinners and after parties, and because everyone knew his tendency to brood after a particularly difficult night, they let him go without much protest. Before he left, Kim pulled him in for a kiss and a hug, but even she didn’t say anything. Kurt was grateful for the effortless way she could read his moods now.
Kurt slipped away without fanfare, only pausing to text Blaine so that he would know where to go. Within the hour, Kurt was home and showered, with plates out on his dining room table and delicate tapers burning brightly in his mother’s favorite candlesticks. By the time Blaine knocked at his door, Kurt was feeling decidedly more settled and ready for a quiet evening in.
“Hi,” Blaine said when Kurt opened the door. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a clutch of daisies in the other. He smiled sweet and slow, and Kurt’s stomach flipped in response.
“Hey.” Kurt reached out for Blaine, but got an armful of daisies instead. He leaned over them for a kiss once Blaine had stepped inside. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. They just seemed so cheerful, and I like to make you smile.” Blaine wandered toward the kitchen to find the corkscrew.
“You’re good at that,” Kurt said, busying himself with putting the flowers in a vase and setting them on the table. When he turned around, Blaine was holding out a glass of wine. “You think of everything.”
“I try,” Blaine said. They both took a few sips from their glasses and smiled at one another as they put the glasses down. “C’mere.”
Kurt went willingly, twining his arms around Blaine’s neck to hold him close. Blaine pressed his cheek against Kurt’s, rocking them gently to the beat of the music playing in the background. His hands were warm and firm on Kurt’s back, making Kurt feel safe and cherished.
“You know,” Blaine said conversationally as they spun slowly on the spot, “the one thing I regret about this whole experience is that I don’t get to dance with you more often. Not fancy dancing - just like this. Slow and easy and us.”
“I say we make it a priority,” Kurt said, slipping one hand down to loop up under Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine nodded his agreement, and then tucked his face into Kurt’s neck, settling easily. Kurt loved how well they fit together.
They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, dancing through one song and into the next, until Blaine’s stomach growled and they both got the giggles. Kurt took that as his cue to get dinner on the table. He’d made fancy salads and some angel hair pasta, and Blaine had promised to clean up. Kurt thought they made an excellent team.
Dinner, complete with wine and candlelight, served to relax them both. By mutual silent agreement, they didn’t talk about that night’s show, choosing instead to share silly stories from the past week and keep things light. They held hands across the table like teenagers, their smiles wide and their laughter easy.
When they finished, Kurt followed Blaine into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter to watch him clean up. There was something so deliciously domestic about these little moments; Kurt didn’t want to miss a single one.
“All done,” Blaine announced a few minutes later, drying his hands and then stepping in between Kurt’s knees for a kiss.
“Mmmm. Nice work. You’re a very accomplished kitchen cleaner,” Kurt said, the fingers of one hand sifting through Blaine’s curls.
“Why thank you,” Blaine said, batting his eyelashes and grinning up at Kurt. His hands pressed into Kurt’s lower back, pulling him closer. “Are you feeling better now?”
“Much. You’re good at getting my mind off things,” Kurt replied. He wrinkled his nose, letting his mind dip back down into his fears and anxieties for a moment before focusing on Blaine again. Tonight was about them; he would worry about the show in the morning.
In front of him, Blaine made a ridiculous face and then cracked up for no apparent reason.
“What?” Kurt asked, smiling uncertainly.
“Oh, nothing. I was just about to make a terrible pun about getting off, but I decided to spare you.” Blaine laughed and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.
“But not spare the actual getting off, I hope?” Kurt tried for coy, but his grin betrayed him. They both dissolved into laughter again. Kurt was still giggling when Blaine looked up with a tender smile and cupped Kurt’s face in both hands.
“I adore you, you know?” Blaine said. His thumbs swept softly across Kurt’s cheeks, and then he leaned in for a barely-there kiss. “You are the absolute best thing. I’m so lucky.”
Kurt could feel tears forming in his eyes even as his smile widened. There were so many things he could say in response, but only one that resonated in his very heart. He took a deep breath.
“I love you.” Kurt held Blaine’s gaze, watching as his expression gentled from surprise into wonder. Then a smile stole across his face, and he tilted his forehead against Kurt’s.
“I love you too. So much.” Blaine’s voice was rough with emotion. Before Kurt could react, Blaine was kissing him, his hands on Kurt’s face now sliding back to anchor in his hair and keep him close. Kurt melted into Blaine, letting himself feel everything that he’d worried wouldn’t be shared between them.
They didn’t move from that spot, exchanging kisses and gentle touches and glances that expressed more than words could say. Kurt slid fully into the moment, letting every other worry and care drift away. All that mattered was the way Blaine held him, touching lips to lips and hands to skin as though Kurt were the most precious thing in the world. Kurt loved knowing that they felt the same way about one another.
Eventually, Blaine pulled back enough to help Kurt down off the counter so they could walk, hand in hand, to Kurt’s bedroom. Blaine turned on the lamp while Kurt smoothed down the covers, and then they met again at the side of the bed.
Amid soft laughter and murmured words of love, they stripped off layers of clothing until they were skin to skin, pressed flushed and aching against one another. Kurt had never felt like this, aroused all the way to the tips of his fingers and the soles of his feet. His skin was buzzing, sensitive to every place he and Blaine were touching and aware of every spot they weren’t. He moved to stretch out across the bed, pulling Blaine after him, wanting to feel him everywhere. Blaine stretched out over him, obviously feeling the same desires.
“I want you to make love to me,” Blaine whispered, moving with Kurt. “Let me make love to you.”
Kurt nodded, not fully comprehending what Blaine meant until Blaine had pulled away for a moment to rummage in the bedside drawer. He returned with his fingers slicked and ready but didn’t reach for Kurt. Instead, Blaine leaned forward again, his breath escaping in a rush as he reached behind himself and pressed in.
“Let me,” Blaine said again, his words slightly unsteady. “I want you there, with me.”
“Yes,” Kurt breathed, his fingers tracing over Blaine’s skin, following the movement of Blaine’s fingers as they worked him open. It was sexual and unbearably intimate, feeling Blaine move and watching his arousal build in the taut lines of his body and the soft focus of his eyes. Kurt kissed him, a messy meeting of lips and tongues, and let himself sink further into the bed, carried away on a tide of sensation.
Blaine moved away again, returning to smooth a condom down Kurt’s cock with a reverence that made Kurt feel worshipped. And then Blaine was lowering himself down, and all of Kurt’s thoughts were lost to feelings of hot-tight-perfect and Blaine’s gaze holding his. They moved together, beginning steady and slow and building toward fast and frenzied. Blaine leaned down and Kurt shifted up onto his elbows so that they could kiss, their rhythm sloppy and yet somehow perfect. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, Kurt reached down to stroke Blaine’s cock. Blaine gasped but kept moving.
“Come on, baby,” Kurt said, lying back so that he could lift his free hand to touch Blaine’s cheek. “Let go.”
“You too,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand and slotting their fingers together. He steadied their pace to deep and slow with what looked like the last of his restraint. “So good, for you - with you.”
Kurt focused on the pleasure building up inside him and the way the look in Blaine’s eyes mirrored how good he felt. The intensity of the moment - sensation melding with emotion - overwhelmed him, and Kurt came first, his muscles tensing and then relaxing in utter release. Luckily, he had the presence of mind to keep touching Blaine, who was whimpering just a little with every stroke. It was almost too much, the way Blaine felt around and over him, but Kurt let Blaine lead until he came a moment later with a low moan. Even as sensitive as he now was, Kurt loved feeling Blaine tighten around him and watching Blaine’s back arch with his release.
Blaine sank down into Kurt’s arms, spent, and Kurt gently pulled out, careful not to jostle Blaine too much. Kurt ran his hands up and down Blaine’s back, not ready to move much just yet. Blaine was curled against Kurt’s chest, and an errant curl tickled at Kurt’s nose, but he didn’t care. Blaine felt warm and sweaty and delicious against him, and he felt like he could stay right there in the moment forever.
Eventually, Blaine shifted to look up at Kurt with a sweet smile. Their lips met in a kiss, deep and infused with affection.
“I love you,” Blaine said when they came up for air. “And I love getting to say so.”
“Been keeping that to yourself for a while?” Kurt asked playfully, knowing full well that he’d been doing the same.
“Well, I figured throwing myself at your feet after a week or two and begging you to let me love you wouldn’t have gone over that well…” Blaine grinned.
“Maybe not. But I do love you,” Kurt said more seriously, hugging Blaine close. “We’re so lucky.”
“We are lucky, but also a little bit gross,” Blaine said, laughing as he wrinkled his nose. “Shower?”
“Sounds perfect,” Kurt agreed, leaning up for one more kiss.
All in all, Kurt thought as they untangled themselves and headed for the bathroom, it had turned into a pretty amazing night. Without Blaine, his night would have been stress and obsessive worry. With Blaine, everything - including a difficult evening - was so much better. He vowed to enjoy it, and to be grateful for everything he now had. He wouldn’t worry about the show again, at least until morning came.
Rating: NC-17 overall (and 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 Season Three is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 1859
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: After a rough semi-finals for Kurt and Kim, Kurt and Blaine make time for some romance and affection.
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. For the summer, I'm posting once a week so that I can keep up with real life things! I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and fun multi-media extras that will go along with some chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times. Thanks also for everyone's patience while I was away on vacation last week!
Two hours passed before Kurt was able to pull himself away from the still-crowded ballroom. He’d put off invitations to dinners and after parties, and because everyone knew his tendency to brood after a particularly difficult night, they let him go without much protest. Before he left, Kim pulled him in for a kiss and a hug, but even she didn’t say anything. Kurt was grateful for the effortless way she could read his moods now.
Kurt slipped away without fanfare, only pausing to text Blaine so that he would know where to go. Within the hour, Kurt was home and showered, with plates out on his dining room table and delicate tapers burning brightly in his mother’s favorite candlesticks. By the time Blaine knocked at his door, Kurt was feeling decidedly more settled and ready for a quiet evening in.
“Hi,” Blaine said when Kurt opened the door. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a clutch of daisies in the other. He smiled sweet and slow, and Kurt’s stomach flipped in response.
“Hey.” Kurt reached out for Blaine, but got an armful of daisies instead. He leaned over them for a kiss once Blaine had stepped inside. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. They just seemed so cheerful, and I like to make you smile.” Blaine wandered toward the kitchen to find the corkscrew.
“You’re good at that,” Kurt said, busying himself with putting the flowers in a vase and setting them on the table. When he turned around, Blaine was holding out a glass of wine. “You think of everything.”
“I try,” Blaine said. They both took a few sips from their glasses and smiled at one another as they put the glasses down. “C’mere.”
Kurt went willingly, twining his arms around Blaine’s neck to hold him close. Blaine pressed his cheek against Kurt’s, rocking them gently to the beat of the music playing in the background. His hands were warm and firm on Kurt’s back, making Kurt feel safe and cherished.
“You know,” Blaine said conversationally as they spun slowly on the spot, “the one thing I regret about this whole experience is that I don’t get to dance with you more often. Not fancy dancing - just like this. Slow and easy and us.”
“I say we make it a priority,” Kurt said, slipping one hand down to loop up under Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine nodded his agreement, and then tucked his face into Kurt’s neck, settling easily. Kurt loved how well they fit together.
They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, dancing through one song and into the next, until Blaine’s stomach growled and they both got the giggles. Kurt took that as his cue to get dinner on the table. He’d made fancy salads and some angel hair pasta, and Blaine had promised to clean up. Kurt thought they made an excellent team.
Dinner, complete with wine and candlelight, served to relax them both. By mutual silent agreement, they didn’t talk about that night’s show, choosing instead to share silly stories from the past week and keep things light. They held hands across the table like teenagers, their smiles wide and their laughter easy.
When they finished, Kurt followed Blaine into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter to watch him clean up. There was something so deliciously domestic about these little moments; Kurt didn’t want to miss a single one.
“All done,” Blaine announced a few minutes later, drying his hands and then stepping in between Kurt’s knees for a kiss.
“Mmmm. Nice work. You’re a very accomplished kitchen cleaner,” Kurt said, the fingers of one hand sifting through Blaine’s curls.
“Why thank you,” Blaine said, batting his eyelashes and grinning up at Kurt. His hands pressed into Kurt’s lower back, pulling him closer. “Are you feeling better now?”
“Much. You’re good at getting my mind off things,” Kurt replied. He wrinkled his nose, letting his mind dip back down into his fears and anxieties for a moment before focusing on Blaine again. Tonight was about them; he would worry about the show in the morning.
In front of him, Blaine made a ridiculous face and then cracked up for no apparent reason.
“What?” Kurt asked, smiling uncertainly.
“Oh, nothing. I was just about to make a terrible pun about getting off, but I decided to spare you.” Blaine laughed and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.
“But not spare the actual getting off, I hope?” Kurt tried for coy, but his grin betrayed him. They both dissolved into laughter again. Kurt was still giggling when Blaine looked up with a tender smile and cupped Kurt’s face in both hands.
“I adore you, you know?” Blaine said. His thumbs swept softly across Kurt’s cheeks, and then he leaned in for a barely-there kiss. “You are the absolute best thing. I’m so lucky.”
Kurt could feel tears forming in his eyes even as his smile widened. There were so many things he could say in response, but only one that resonated in his very heart. He took a deep breath.
“I love you.” Kurt held Blaine’s gaze, watching as his expression gentled from surprise into wonder. Then a smile stole across his face, and he tilted his forehead against Kurt’s.
“I love you too. So much.” Blaine’s voice was rough with emotion. Before Kurt could react, Blaine was kissing him, his hands on Kurt’s face now sliding back to anchor in his hair and keep him close. Kurt melted into Blaine, letting himself feel everything that he’d worried wouldn’t be shared between them.
They didn’t move from that spot, exchanging kisses and gentle touches and glances that expressed more than words could say. Kurt slid fully into the moment, letting every other worry and care drift away. All that mattered was the way Blaine held him, touching lips to lips and hands to skin as though Kurt were the most precious thing in the world. Kurt loved knowing that they felt the same way about one another.
Eventually, Blaine pulled back enough to help Kurt down off the counter so they could walk, hand in hand, to Kurt’s bedroom. Blaine turned on the lamp while Kurt smoothed down the covers, and then they met again at the side of the bed.
Amid soft laughter and murmured words of love, they stripped off layers of clothing until they were skin to skin, pressed flushed and aching against one another. Kurt had never felt like this, aroused all the way to the tips of his fingers and the soles of his feet. His skin was buzzing, sensitive to every place he and Blaine were touching and aware of every spot they weren’t. He moved to stretch out across the bed, pulling Blaine after him, wanting to feel him everywhere. Blaine stretched out over him, obviously feeling the same desires.
“I want you to make love to me,” Blaine whispered, moving with Kurt. “Let me make love to you.”
Kurt nodded, not fully comprehending what Blaine meant until Blaine had pulled away for a moment to rummage in the bedside drawer. He returned with his fingers slicked and ready but didn’t reach for Kurt. Instead, Blaine leaned forward again, his breath escaping in a rush as he reached behind himself and pressed in.
“Let me,” Blaine said again, his words slightly unsteady. “I want you there, with me.”
“Yes,” Kurt breathed, his fingers tracing over Blaine’s skin, following the movement of Blaine’s fingers as they worked him open. It was sexual and unbearably intimate, feeling Blaine move and watching his arousal build in the taut lines of his body and the soft focus of his eyes. Kurt kissed him, a messy meeting of lips and tongues, and let himself sink further into the bed, carried away on a tide of sensation.
Blaine moved away again, returning to smooth a condom down Kurt’s cock with a reverence that made Kurt feel worshipped. And then Blaine was lowering himself down, and all of Kurt’s thoughts were lost to feelings of hot-tight-perfect and Blaine’s gaze holding his. They moved together, beginning steady and slow and building toward fast and frenzied. Blaine leaned down and Kurt shifted up onto his elbows so that they could kiss, their rhythm sloppy and yet somehow perfect. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, Kurt reached down to stroke Blaine’s cock. Blaine gasped but kept moving.
“Come on, baby,” Kurt said, lying back so that he could lift his free hand to touch Blaine’s cheek. “Let go.”
“You too,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand and slotting their fingers together. He steadied their pace to deep and slow with what looked like the last of his restraint. “So good, for you - with you.”
Kurt focused on the pleasure building up inside him and the way the look in Blaine’s eyes mirrored how good he felt. The intensity of the moment - sensation melding with emotion - overwhelmed him, and Kurt came first, his muscles tensing and then relaxing in utter release. Luckily, he had the presence of mind to keep touching Blaine, who was whimpering just a little with every stroke. It was almost too much, the way Blaine felt around and over him, but Kurt let Blaine lead until he came a moment later with a low moan. Even as sensitive as he now was, Kurt loved feeling Blaine tighten around him and watching Blaine’s back arch with his release.
Blaine sank down into Kurt’s arms, spent, and Kurt gently pulled out, careful not to jostle Blaine too much. Kurt ran his hands up and down Blaine’s back, not ready to move much just yet. Blaine was curled against Kurt’s chest, and an errant curl tickled at Kurt’s nose, but he didn’t care. Blaine felt warm and sweaty and delicious against him, and he felt like he could stay right there in the moment forever.
Eventually, Blaine shifted to look up at Kurt with a sweet smile. Their lips met in a kiss, deep and infused with affection.
“I love you,” Blaine said when they came up for air. “And I love getting to say so.”
“Been keeping that to yourself for a while?” Kurt asked playfully, knowing full well that he’d been doing the same.
“Well, I figured throwing myself at your feet after a week or two and begging you to let me love you wouldn’t have gone over that well…” Blaine grinned.
“Maybe not. But I do love you,” Kurt said more seriously, hugging Blaine close. “We’re so lucky.”
“We are lucky, but also a little bit gross,” Blaine said, laughing as he wrinkled his nose. “Shower?”
“Sounds perfect,” Kurt agreed, leaning up for one more kiss.
All in all, Kurt thought as they untangled themselves and headed for the bathroom, it had turned into a pretty amazing night. Without Blaine, his night would have been stress and obsessive worry. With Blaine, everything - including a difficult evening - was so much better. He vowed to enjoy it, and to be grateful for everything he now had. He wouldn’t worry about the show again, at least until morning came.